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Hyunjin x reader. (s,f,a)

Synopsis: When Hyunjin first sets his eyes on you, he knew that you would make a perfect muse for his paintings, but as time goes, you begin to question whether it’s love or a short-lived infatuation that he has for you? (17,2k words)

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

Adonis.

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

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

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

"You need a lighter?" He asks.

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

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

You stifle a nod instead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I draw you?" He asks.

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

Your curiosity kicks in and tells you to say yes.

"Yeah, sure," you answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then there is his name at the bottom, Hyunjin.

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

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

"Okay," he said back to you.

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

"See you," you muttered to him.

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you find me?"

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

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

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

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

"Can I borrow your pen?" He asks.

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

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

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

"Pardon?" You asked him.

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

His voice was soft and light, almost melodic.

"Yes," you answered.

"Are you going to be a lawyer?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, how do you find me?"

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

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

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

"Convincing!" You scoff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gosh, he's so persistent.

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

-

You keep your promise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's that?"

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

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

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

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

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

"That's fair!" you beamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," he answers.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure," you affirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes,"

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

Hyunjin smiles, "Not technically,"

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

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

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

"You captivate me," he adds.

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

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

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, not yet," he replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He treats everything like a piece of art.

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

"Three years now," he replies.

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

Hyunjin never had this question asked to him before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He is so, so beautiful, and it hurts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So beautiful moaning like that," he praises.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he tastes so, so sweet.

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You need a lighter?" A voice asks.

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

"I don't smoke," you replied.

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

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

"Ah!" He nods repeatedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Were you scared?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

"Better hurry then!" You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please," you said.

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

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

"Do you mind if I finish my drawing?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No," you quickly denied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anemone," you muttered.

"How do you know?"

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

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

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

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

"Never?" He asks in disbelief.

You shake your head, "Never,"

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

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

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

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

"You are so talented," you said again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," you replied to him.

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

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

You fall asleep carrying those feelings with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wear my clothes," he offers.

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

And then it becomes a habit, being with him.

A dangerous yet delightful habit.

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

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

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

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

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

"My class got canceled," you answered.

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

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

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

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

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

"You want me to take care of you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Hyunjin cannot stop drawing you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

"Hyunjin," you grumbled again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I got invited to this thing,"

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

"Of course," he shortly replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jealous?" She asked in disbelief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But be prepared to bleed,"

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

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

"Did I surprise you?" He asks.

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

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

"It's beautiful," you answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shake his big, meaty hand and introduce yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Feel better now?" He asks.

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

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

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

"Your eyes are barely open," he says.

"I'm so sleepy," you mumbled.

He softly chuckles, "go to sleep then,"

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

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

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

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

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

You lay back down on the bed and sleep.

-

Hyunjin takes his art seriously.

It's his body and soul.

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

That's how much it means to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay," he agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No," he shortly replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What if you are just his muse?

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My love," he sighs.

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

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

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

-

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

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

While in fact, you are not okay.

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

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

"Should we go somewhere?" He asks.

You shake your head.

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

You hold his hand on the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He's radiance, almost blinding.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I am so sorry," the girl said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She's her.

She is that person Hyunjin drew on his book.

Then the mole on the back of her hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Look at me!" He orders you.

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

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

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

But his words only make you cry harder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He leans in and kisses you.

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

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

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

"I love you," he says again.

You stifle a nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hyunjin?" you called him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One thing for sure is his kisses taste different.

He tastes so bitter yet so sweet.

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VENUS.

Hyunjin x reader. (s,f,a)

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

Adonis.

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

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

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

"You need a lighter?" He asks.

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

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

You stifle a nod instead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I draw you?" He asks.

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

Your curiosity kicks in and tells you to say yes.

"Yeah, sure," you answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then there is his name at the bottom, Hyunjin.

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

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

"Okay," he said back to you.

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

"See you," you muttered to him.

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

"How do you find me?"

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

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

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

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

"Can I borrow your pen?" He asks.

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

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

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

"Pardon?" You asked him.

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

His voice was soft and light, almost melodic.

"Yes," you answered.

"Are you going to be a lawyer?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, how do you find me?"

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

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

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

"Convincing!" You scoff.

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

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

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

"Are you afraid that I stalked you or something?"

He's way too good-looking to stalk a nobody like you, plus, you don't have an exciting life worth stalking for, to begin with.

"Because I don't have beautiful hands, they're just... hands," you said to him, then take a sip of your coffee.

He slides his drawing at you on the table then clasp his hands together on the table.

You are wrong for saying it's a doodle, a doodle is a mindless drawing you do when you're bored, but this, this is a real drawing, a drawing of your face.

The drawing would look even more beautiful on a proper sketch paper, or even better, a canvas.

"Oh wow, this is..." you trail your words, it's so good that you can't find the words to finish your sentence.

"This is so great," you finished, but great is still an understatement, it is wondrous, amazing, beyond.

He leans forward on the table, so close that you can see the tiny mole under his left eye even under the afternoon sun.

"Is that enough to make you believe that I'm an adequate artist to draw you?" he asks with one eyebrow raised.

He recognizes why you put your guard up high, that is normal to him, and that maybe his request shocked you.

You realize that you might have offended him for not trusting his skill, but it isn't about that, it's just the way he approaches you in a peculiar way that makes you alerted, put your guards up high.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you in any way,"

"I know, it's alright. It's not the first time," he assured you with a smile.

Oh, so he did it before, you said in your head.

"Why didn't you come to my studio?"

"I lost the address," you show him the erased address he wrote on the back of your hand, but you actually saved the address in your phone but decided not to come.

He nods in acknowledgment, reclines on his seat, takes a long look at you.

"Why don't you come with me to my studio now?" He invites.

He is so bold, daring like everything he does overflows with confidence, there's no hesitancy in them.

"I can't, I have another class," you replied, reminds you to check the time if you have enough time to walk to your next time, "and by the way, I have to go,"

You gather your things from the table, and he hands you your pen back along with his drawing on the napkin, "I'll come to your studio," you promise him, then get up from your chair.

"I write the address on the napkin so you have no excuse to not come to my studio," he says as he takes the first sip of his coffee.

Gosh, he's so persistent.

"I will come to your studio," you convince him then leave for the door.

-

You keep your promise.

You come the next day on a Saturday afternoon, climbing the stairs that led to his studio because there is no elevator.

You knock on his door, it takes a moment for him to finally open the door. His hair is tied into a low bun with a few loose strands curtained his face, and he's wearing a sleeveless black top with dark jeans.

"I came," you said to him as he stands there in the doorway, looking at you with a hand holding the door open.

He shots you a smile, then steps away from the door, "come in!" He says with a hand gesture to let you into the house.

You don't expect his studio is also where he lives, and sleeps.

The spacious room is divided into two big rooms, the first half which is also the bigger half of it in the studio and a kitchenette pushed to one side of the wall near the front door and the other half is his bedroom and probably a bathroom or something, you can't look inside.

As you wait for him to get you a drink, you look around his studio, stacks of canvases on one side of the wall, a wooden table filled with art supplies, from brushes to cans of paint, and the floor is tainted with drops of paint.

You walk to the window, a large window that takes the most portion of the wall with a view that overlooks the city.

You hear the sound of a camera shutter and turn around to see him taking a picture of you with a camera.

He slowly put down the camera from covering his face, "I'm sorry, I can't help it," he says.

He puts down the camera on the table and walks up to you, holds out a can of drink at you.

You take a sip of the fruity drink that surprisingly refreshes you, "you live here," you said to him.

"I do everything here," he says back, also taking a sip of his canned drink.

"So, how are you going to draw me?" You asked him, putting down your canned drink on the nearby table and saunter to the collection of his paintings on the other side of the wall, bending down to observe each one.

You look over your shoulder, "you just need to draw my hands, right?"

"Actually," he puts down his drink and comes up to you, "I have something to ask from you,"

"What's that?"

"Is it okay if I draw you naked?" He asks you.

You chuckle at him, that's two strange requests from him already.

"Not fully naked," he quickly adds, "just half-naked,"

You lean against the shelf of his art supplies, "without buying me dinner first?" You joked.

He softly laughs and brushes his hair to the back, "it's still afternoon so I can't buy you dinner, yet,"

"That's fair!" you beamed.

He waits for your answer, crossing his arms together and eyes staring at you with his mouth slightly parted open.

You've never done this before, modeling for something especially naked, but you like the rush that comes from it.

You stare back at him and say, "okay,"

Hyunjin drags a single sofa from his bedroom and positions it on one side of the room, slightly facing the window.

He turns around and sees you unbuttoning your blouse with your back facing him, he watches as the piece of clothing slides down your arms and you place it on the sofa.

He would love to help you unclasp your bra as you reach to your back to do it yourself, but he relents and walks to take his drawing equipment.

"Do I sit here?" You asked him as you make your way to the single sofa he put in the corner of the room.

"Yes," he answers.

Hyunjin returns with a sketchbook and clutches a case filled with various drawings pencils and pens then sit on a stool just a few feet from you.

"Do you want me to do a certain pose?" You asked him, you get confused about what to do with your hands.

"Just sit comfortably," he says as he flips open his sketching book.

You decide to put your legs up and fold them on the sofa and sit facing him, "Is this okay?"

When he glances up, Hyunjin has to stop sharpening his pencil for a moment to look at you, sitting half-naked on the sofa, your skin glows under the sunlight that shines through the window.

He walks up to you and stops right in front of you, his hand reaches for your hair and puts them behind your ear, then puts the rest of your hair to the back of your shoulders, preventing it from covering your chest.

You look up through your lashes when his hand stops at the side of your face.

He holds his breath, trying to fight the urge to not touch you further, and quickly walks back to his stool.

"Just tell me if you need anything," he says.

"Sure," you affirmed.

The room gets quiet as he starts drawing that all you can hear is the strokes of his pencil against the paper and your low intake of breath as you calm yourself down.

You don't know what causes your heart to beat this fast, it is probably from the way he takes a look at you, he would look up and stare at you for a few seconds before glancing down at his eyes.

The intensity of his stares mixes with how gorgeous he looks when he's fully concentrating, is a dangerous treat.

From the strands of hair falling on his face, a crease between his eyebrows, or the way his fingers wrapped around the pencil as it dances on the paper, then there's the occasional small smiles playing on his face when he looks at you.

"Have you drawn anyone before me?" You asked him.

"Yes,"

"Did you also tell them to take their clothes off when you first met them?" You poked fun at him with a low chuckle.

Hyunjin smiles, "Not technically,"

"Why me?" You asked him, you've been wanting to ask him this since that day he visited your campus.

Hyunjin stops drawing and looks up at you, "I think you're beautiful,"

It's a cliché answer, but you give him a chance to deliver his reason to backs up his answer

"You captivate me," he adds.

"From the first time I set my eyes on you, I just know I have to draw you,"

Your heart that was beating out of its chest a few seconds ago, and just now skips a beat when you listen to his sincere answer, makes you wonder if you were as beautiful as he thinks you are.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure if I can draw you," he says as he picks up his pencil.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid that I can't do justice with my drawing," he said.

"That the drawing will look much prettier than me?" You teased.

He lightly shakes his head, "it's the other way around,"

It's easy to spot someone when they're being phony, but as you keep looking at him and into his eyes, you can prove that he is not one.

You stare into each other’s eyes for a while now, communicating through the silence until the sunlight dims as the day is about to be replaced by the night.

Hyunjin puts his drawing away and walks up to you, he looks down at you for a while, and a hand reaches for something behind you.

"I think it's enough for today," he announces, then wraps your body with a blanket.

You put the blanket around your body and clutch it together, "is it done?"

"No, not yet," he replies.

He put his stool away, carries his sketchbook and drawing equipment away then heads to the kitchen, "can you stay a little longer?"

You walk up to the pile of clothes on the sofa and begin to put it on again.

"Why?" You asked without looking at him as you fumble to clasp your bra.

"I'm going to buy you dinner," he said.

You laugh at his way of keeping up his promise, "of course,"

You just don't know that Hyunjin also wanted to keep you here longer than he wanted to.

After dinner, Hyunjin opens a bottle of wine and fills two glasses with the crimson red liquid, the aphrodisiac smell wafting around the room.

You sit next to each other on the sofa, taking sips of your wine and eating fruit slices that he skillfully peeled and sliced earlier, then put it on a wooden board in a rather pleasing look.

He treats everything like a piece of art.

"How long have you been doing this?" You asked, leaning forward with a hand under your chin and prop on your knee, admiring the paintings hung on the wall across from you.

"Three years now," he replies.

"Has this always been your dream?" You asked again, put your wine glass down on the table, then turn your head at him.

Hyunjin never had this question asked to him before.

It takes him a moment to get an answer out of his head, "It's just happened," he honestly answers.

"I never thought of being one before. I just started drawing one day and I like it. And I want to keep doing it, until now!" he explains.

"Then what about tomorrow?" You half-heartedly asked.

He sees how your hand splayed on your jaw, and he gets the urge to hold your face, "to be honest, I don't know," he says.

"But that's so exciting, isn't it?"

He puts down his wine glass, "not knowing what tomorrow brings,"

You bite your ring finger between your teeth as you process his answer in your head.

He reaches for your hand on your lap, "May I?"

You nodded at him, permitting him to touch your hand.

He holds it up and observes it like your hand is a treasure that has been kept underground for centuries.

He compares your hand size with him, and you almost laugh at how his hand could engulf your hand in his, or maybe it's the alcohol you consumed that makes you loosen up around him.

Hyunjin slips his fingers in your hands next, then sighs.

"So perfect," he murmurs with his eyes looking at how perfectly his fingers fit in the spaces between your fingers.

When you think he would stop the moment he unclasps his hand from yours, he brings your hand close to his mouth, he holds it up and what he does next is unexpected.

He kisses your fingertips, one by one, with his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted open that you can feel his warm breath.

It never crosses your mind that you would feel his plush lips under your touch, and he kisses the inside of your hand next, "so beautiful," he beams with a sweet smile then place your hand on one side of his face.

He is so, so beautiful, and it hurts.

You close your eyes because he keeps drawing you in the longer you look, but then he kisses you, so softly then all at once.

You sigh because it feels like he satisfied the thirst you never knew you had, and his kisses are so sweet, intoxicating, like the wine you had earlier.

He holds your face like he wanted to do, and he regrets not doing it sooner, holds your face like you are a fragile piece of glass that could break if he holds it too hard.

"Let me have you," he breathlessly says against your lips.

You are not sure what he meant by that, whether he just wants you to satisfy his desire, or he wants to really have you.

You are sure it is the former, and for now, you are willing to give him that.

You let him hold you, kisses you deeper and harder, sucking the air out of your lungs until it burns and your head gets dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

You pull away just enough to catch a breath, and he slides his mouth down to your throat, you tilt your head up to allow him to place small kisses on the skin.

You slip your hand into his dark locks, silky and smooth, exactly like you have imagined in your head.

"Come with me," he whispers into your ear.

He withdraws himself off you, then gets up, holds out his hand out at you.

This feels like one of those moments where your choice would shape out your whole life, you look up at him, wide-eyed and slightly dazed.

You look at his face, then at his hand, tirelessly waiting for you to take it.

You take a look at his eyes once again, looking at you with a wistful gaze, then take his hand.

A hand that pulls you to step into another part of his life, a secluded one that he doesn't just share with anyone and lets you in.

His bed is unmade with the duvet making a pile on the center of it, you softly smile at him.

"This isn't part of your plan?" You joked.

"I didn't think you would really come," he responds.

You exchange a glance at him, and he grabs your hand, pulls you close against his body so he can kiss you again.

You take each other’s clothes off until there is none left to cover your body, and he impatiently roams his hands around your body along, whimpering at how soft you feel under his touch.

He tosses the duvet to the side before gently laying you down on the bed, stands there at the end of the bed just staring at your stark naked body on the white sheet of his bed, your cheeks blushing with your thighs pressed shut.

He thinks of so many things he wants to do to you, first, he wants to feel you all over. He sits next to you on the bed, a hand runs down to touch every part of your body.

He replaces his hand with his mouth next, kisses every inch of your skin with his plump, red lips and the wet marks he left on the skin, burning with desire.

You are barely functioning, you just lay there as he kisses you down and takes every searing kiss with your eyes closed while trying not to fall apart underneath him.

No man ever made you feel this way, so admired and worshipped, and the way his eyes tenderly gazing at you, makes you feel less insecure and safe.

Once he has done making a long trail of kisses, you pull his face close by his neck to kiss him, properly kiss him as you would to your lover.

He is far from being your lover, but you're willing to risk mistaking him as one, just for this moment, only for the night.

"I want to feel all of you," he says to you.

"I'm on the pill," you informed him.

And with that being said, Hyunjin let his hands roam around your body, freely and greedily, with mouths latching with yours non-stop.

His hand goes to your gushing core, tracing your folds, and lightly runs his slender fingers down your slit, wetting them with your arousal.

You sigh into his mouth when he starts circling your clit with his thumb then applies gentle pressures on it, making you arch your back to seek more friction.

With a careful move, he inserts one finger inside you, and he deems it not enough, so he adds another digit, two fingers inside you now.

You moan and let go of his kiss, eyes flicking to where his two slim fingers going in and out of you.

Hyunjin also watches how his fingers disappeared inside you, and he curls them, finding your spot to send you close to your climax.

Your hand flies to his wrist and tries to stop him but failing, quickens the pace that makes your toes curl and digs into the mattress.

"Gosh, I can feel you clenching around my fingers," he murmurs, close to your ear.

You turn your head at him and let him see how good he makes you feel.

"So beautiful moaning like that," he praises.

Your hand reaches for his arm and claws the flesh as the knowledge inside you tightens, then crashes your mouth with his to moan out loud into his mouth as you climax.

He kisses you back, open-mouthed, slobbering, and hungrily, pins you under him in a few seconds. Now that he knew how tight you feel around his fingers, he can't wait to feel you around his cock.

He teases your sensitive core from your previous orgasm with the tip of his cock, and you squirm, a few low moans slip past your mouth.

You arch your back, ready to take all of him inside you.

Hyunjin kisses you once again and keeps his eyes on you as he begins slowly pushes his length inside you.

His focus is torn between watching how his cock is buried inside you little by little or watching your face with your jaws slacked open from the immense pleasure of being filled by him.

Hyunjin lets out the most beautiful moan you ever heard, like a melodic tune when he fully bottomed out, and you pull your knees up to let him penetrate deeper and earn a loud groan from him.

"Oh, I'm going to lost it," he groans again, "you feel so good," he lowers himself on top of you, his mouth seeking solace on the crook of your neck.

After a moment of collecting himself by kissing you, he begins moving, thrusting into you, all the while his eyes bore into you and not breaking the eye contact even for a mere second.

Your breasts jiggling along to the hard thrusts of his hips against you, this is just your preferred kind of sex where two individuals are enjoying being inside each other and truly present in the moment.

He caresses your cheek, "what are you thinking?"

"Nothing," you answered because there's nothing inside your head right now but how good he feels inside you.

You put your hand on his neck and look deep into his eyes, "I can't think when you're fucking me this good,"

He smiles at you, then sink his mouth on you again, devouring your lips with his slobbering kisses as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

Hyunjin cums inside you right after you cum around him, and he holds you so tight as he places a kiss on your mouth.

And he tastes so, so sweet.

-

You don't expect him to contact you after you leave him early in the morning, and it's been almost a week now, if he is indeed looking for you, he would have already.

He got what he wants, either drawing you or having sex with you, he got both, therefore, he has nothing left he wanted to do with you.

Hoping he'd come and see you again will only be a waste of time, so you let it go. He's nice, good-looking, a talented artist, and the sex was good, you put the end right there and move on.

At the end of the week, your friends force you to come with them to the club because uni has been a pain in the ass, and you cave in.

You are never good at being in a crowd, the feeling of being surrounded by people makes you uneasy, and you don't bother of using a cigarette as an excuse this time, you just get up and leave for the emergency stairs that lead you to the rooftop.

There are a few people in there, smoking and chatting, probably avoiding the crowd as well. You head to the corner and lean forward against the concrete barrier that lets you overlook the city, it feels nice when you feel the night spring air brushes your face, enveloping you in a warm invisible embrace.

"You need a lighter?" A voice asks.

You turn around to see him, standing just a few feet away with his hands deep in his jeans pockets.

"I don't smoke," you replied.

He tips his head to the side, "then that time...?"

"I needed an excuse to get out," you explained.

"Ah!" He nods repeatedly.

He walks up to you and stands next to you, looking out at the city view with its city lights like pinpricks against the dark of the night.

"I'm disappointed to find you were gone in the morning," he sadly says.

You can't ignore the fact that you did feel bad for leaving him that morning, especially remembering how you stayed there looking at him lying face down against the mess of the bed, like a fallen angel.

"I just thought that there's nothing left to see in me anymore," you honestly answered.

You hate to sugarcoat anything, if the truth is that bitter then take it like a big girl. And the truth is, there's not much he can see in you anymore, he had seen everything.

"Then why am I here looking for you?" He asks.

"Well, it took you days to finally find me," you subtly sneered.

"Because I have to finish the drawing first, so I have something to show you,"

You turn your head at him, at his beautiful face that you can't get enough of looking at, he doesn't have to invite you to make you come with him, he exceeds your expectations by appearing in front of you, therefore, you have nothing to doubt about him anymore.

"Let me see it," you said to him.

It takes only a few minutes of drive to get to his studio, and he lets you, holding the door open for you.

He leads you to the piece of drawing placed on an easel, he must have just finished it because the pencils are still scattered on the table nearby.

"Shouldn't you be closing my eyes and leading me to the surprise?" You said to him.

He snaps his head in your direction, "should I?"

You lowly chuckle, "It's too late for that,"

Your first instinct when you see the drawing is to touch it, it feels so real and alive, then when you truly see it, you wonder if it's really you, the person on the drawing.

He stands behind you, close enough you can feel heat emitted from his body.

"Why did you leave that day?" He suddenly asks as you admire his drawing.

"Were you scared?"

You withdraw your hand from the drawing, "A little," you honestly answered.

It's better to avoid something, avoid feelings and the misery that comes with it, sooner than later. You don't care about being called a coward, loser, have a commitment issue, you'd rather be the one leaving than the one who's being left.

"Would it scare you if I tell you how I really feel?" He asks as he comes in closer behind you, his chest against your back, heaving with every breath he takes.

He puts his hands on your arms and stays there, he buries his nose in your hair that you feel his warm breath on your scalp.

You hear him sigh so low, like the sound of the wind.

"When I told you to let me have you, I meant it," he says with his hands moving down to meet your hands and clasping it together with his on your sides.

"And I'm going to say it again,"

Your heartbeat quickens, out of rhythm, out of control, and you wonder how you still function when you think you're about to get a cardiac arrest.

Hyunjin puts his head next to yours and turns his head slightly to the side, mouth close to your ear.

"Let me have you," he says to you.

Your skips a beat, no, you believe it skips two beats, you died for two seconds that you grip his hands to take you back to life again

It's not a question, it's a plead, a plead tinted with desperation and hope at the same time.

Hyunjin takes your hands and crosses them in front of you, then hums with his mouth on your neck.

"Will it scares you that the moment I say yes, you cannot escape me?"

You turn your head at him and meet his face, "It'll be an honor to be stuck in your maze," he says.

He opens his mouth then captures your lips in a dazzling kiss, a kiss that knocks on your chest and breaks your heart open, a kiss that sets everything in motion.

Even though it's not the first time he does it with you, that doesn't stop him from taking his time to adore you, admiring your body, touching you, and caressing you with such loving.

He takes your hands and kisses each fingertip, ends it with a kiss inside your palm.

And you close your hands when he finished, hoping you get to keep all his kisses inside your fists.

He plants his hot mouth on your cunt, encourages you to move your hips against him as his tongue incessantly laps your gushing core.

You put your hand in his hair and gently tug at it, a little too hard when you cum on his mouth.

He settles himself beside you on the bed, kissing you with his hand fondling your breast, "have a sweet taste of you," he says against your lips.

And you get a taste yourself on his lips and how it arouses you even more that you lick the rest from around his mouth.

He pulls away just enough to leave a little space between you, "do you like the drawing?"

"You make me look so beautiful in it," you said even though it doesn't answer his question.

"That's how I see you," he says with a hand cupping your jaw. "You're so heavenly," he praises along with a peck on your lips, "so divine," he adds with a peck longer than the previous one.

It would be easy to believe his words if he isn't as beautiful as he said you are.

His beauty prevails anything and anyone you have ever laid your eyes on, it's ethereal and otherworldly.

It makes you wonder, whether he's really yours or you make it all up in your head as you stare into his two dark orbs of his eyes.

"Are you even real?" You asked him in utter disbelief.

He smiles, and instead of replying, he asks in the same, utter disbelief, "Are you really mine?"

You kiss him this time, so hard until you are convinced that it's real and that he isn't fragments of your imagination.

You believe Hyunjin put intimacy above anything, sex isn't just physical for him, it is bonding and trust, a union of not just two bodies but also two souls. You can feel it through his attentive touches, the tender gaze, the gentle kisses, and when the pleasure gets too overwhelming for him, his hand reaches for yours on the bed to clasp it with yours.

You both cum around each other at the same time with his forehead pressed on yours, and you hold him, his body goes rigid as he releases his seed inside you with eyes screwed shut.

He holds you close, not leaving even an inch of space between your bodies as you both drift to sleep with blissful smiles on your faces.

-

A hand grips your wrist when you're about to get off the bed.

"Are you leaving me again?" Hyunjin asks with eyes closed.

You softly chuckle, "You want me to pee on the bed, then?"

He sleepily smiles at you, "you have one minute to get back here,"

"Better hurry then!" You said.

He finally lets go of your hand and starts counting down from 60, slurring his words in the process.

You put on his shirt and head to the bathroom successfully return to the bed in the last four seconds.

He gleefully smiles when you get under the duvet with him again.

He kisses your lips along with a caress on your cheek, "let's get back to sleep," he says.

You wake up late to the sun is already high up in the sky as you see through the window. You slowly get up, and the duvet slides down your body, revealing your naked body underneath, and see Hyunjin sitting on a chair across from you.

"Morning," you said to him, hugging your knees on the bed.

He flashes you a scintillating smile that his eyes form into two crescent moons.

He puts his sketching book away and crawls onto the bed to kiss you on the lips, "Morning," he says back.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please," you said.

He pecks your lips once again, "I'll get you a cup,"

He returns with a mug of steaming coffee and hands it to you, which you gladly take and wrap your hands around it.

"Do you mind if I finish my drawing?"

You shake your head, "please, proceed," you said to him.

He gives you a quick peck on the lips before sitting on his chair, continuing his drawing.

You sip your coffee while watching him as he glances up at you once in a while, just like usual, there's a crease formed between his eyebrows when he is concentrating.

"Is this how are we going to spend our time together?" You asked.

"You staring at me while I'm watching you draw me,"

He shot you a smile, "is this boring to you?"

"No," you quickly denied.

He puts his sketching book away and sighs, "should we go somewhere?"

"I don't mind staying in," you said to him.

After showering together, Hyunjin takes you on a trip, somewhere he refuses to tell you until you get there. It takes an hour to get there by train, when you arrive at the station, you stop by a diner to have a quick lunch.

He takes you on a walk with him holding your hand, Hyunjin brings his camera with him, and he would stop to take a few pictures of something that interests him.

He takes you to an art gallery, the building itself is so artistic, and when you enter, you look around in awe at how pleasing everything is to the eyes.

Hyunjin leads you to a part of the gallery that hung a lot of paintings on its wall, and you already guessed what he is trying to show you.

"You take me here to brag?" You playfully said to him.

"Yeah, sort of," he replies with a smirk on his face.

You look at the series of paintings on the wall, they're painting of flowers and each painting has slightly different color hues in it, but they oddly make one beautiful gradient of colors, it looks good if they're hung separately or put together as one, either way, it's beautiful.

There's the signature of his name on the right bottom corner of the paintings.

"These are the first paintings that I ever sold," he informs.

He grabs your hand and stands next to you, looking at the paintings together in silence with the same admiration.

"Anemone," you muttered.

"How do you know?"

"My mom is a florist," you shortly replied, "I know the names of flowers by heart,"

"That explains why you look like one," he praises with a smile on his face.

His eyes catch the light and they crinkle like they hold the stars in them.

"And that's also why I never received any flowers in my life," you sadly said.

"Never?" He asks in disbelief.

You shake your head, "Never,"

"I sell them and send them for someone else," you added with a low laugh.

You get quiet to stare at the paintings again, takes a closer look, and see each of his gentle stroke on the canvas, it's amazing how all those strokes of paint can create such a beautiful piece of art.

You put your hand on the small of his back, thumb lazily rub the clothed skin, "this is so beautiful," you said to him.

You can see talent once you see it like this person was born to do this, and Hyunjin was born to be an artist.

"You are so talented," you said again.

"Thank you," he mutters then steals a kiss on your lips.

Finished looking around the gallery, Hyunjin takes you to a bakery shop and buys you a bag of donuts with icing sugar on it.

You take a big bite since the lunch you had was hours ago, the white of the powdered sugar stuck to your lips and around your mouth.

Hyunjin laughs at you but stops you from wiping the mess with your hand.

"Let me do it for you," he says, then kisses you, collecting the powdered sugar with his lips, tongue faintly licks in between.

He finishes with a sweet kiss on your lips, "there you go,"

You take another bite and intentionally make a mess on your lips again.

But Hyunjin only laughs and hands you a stack of tissues this time.

You take a stroll around the city and go to the hill where you can see the view of the sunset over the city, in which Hyunjin cannot stop taking pictures with his camera and sneakily take your pictures without you knowing.

You have dinner at a restaurant near the train station and eventually, fall asleep on Hyunjin’s shoulder on the train back home.

He wakes you up when you arrive and let you rest for a bit more in the taxi, holds you by putting an arm around your shoulder, "you must be tired, mmh?"

You don't answer but nestle your head on the crook of his neck, seeking his warmth even though you're not feeling cold.

He takes your hand on your lap and intertwines it with his, "we'll be home soon," he mutters with a kiss on the top of your head.

Once you get back in his studio, you are fully awake and decide to take a warm shower to wash the day away, Hyunjin joins a while later and helps you wash up your body from the suds.

"Can I borrow your clothes?" You asked him as you dry yourself with a towel.

His hand reaches to untie your bathrobe, "Actually, I want to have you naked on the bed," he says.

He pulls you to sit on his lap with him only in a towel, his dark hair wet and drops of water dripping from its ends.

"Is it okay with you?" He asks you as he pulls you close to hold you, putting his arms around your body.

He parts your bathrobe open and lays a hand flat on your sternum, "I need to feel all of you, skin to skin," he says to your face.

This is the kind of intimacy you never experienced before yet he makes you feel comfortable doing it, moreover, you like having his hands on you, comforting you with his touches.

"Okay," you replied to him.

Hyunjin also takes his towel off before joining you on the bed, he doesn't waste time putting his hands on you, touching you with such care, and kissing your skin.

Knowing that you had a well-spent day makes you happy inside and out, makes you feel content and oddly at peace like you're right where you wanted to be.

You fall asleep carrying those feelings with you.

In the middle of the night, you feel Hyunjin’s hands tighten around you, and you turn your head to meet his, "I want to be inside you," he says.

You kiss him on the mouth to let him know he got your permission.

His hand goes to palm your sex until it's wet enough for him to penetrate you, he lifts one of your legs on the bed then slowly pushes his length inside you from behind.

Even with your head party fogged with sleep, you can't ignore the pleasure of being filled by him.

Hyunjin rubs your abdomen as he keeps pushing his cock so deep inside you and lets out a low groan so close to your ear when he fully bottomed out.

He kisses your neck and jaw, "you feel so good, love," he murmurs into your ear.

He does nothing but goes back to sleep with his cock buried inside you.

Hyunjin catches you again trying to leave in the morning, "you need to stop this habit," he mumbles with eyes closed.

"I didn't mean to sneak out but I need to go," you explained, "I have class today,"

"But it's still," he pauses to glance at the clock on the bedside table, "It's 6 am,"

"I have to stop by my place and change my clothes," you reminded him that you haven't changed your clothes in two days.

"Wear my clothes," he offers.

You softly chuckle as if his clothes wouldn't engulf you whole, "I'll be back here after class, okay?" you said to him.

He stays on the bed with a hand prop against the mattress, you can see that he's not willing to let you go.

"Get back soon, okay?" He says to you then kisses the inside of your hand.

"I will," you come to hover above him, cup his face to place a kiss on his plush lips

"Bye," you said as soon as you let go of the kiss.

-

When you're away from him, you feel like you're going back to reality, back to your boring, strenuous, dull life, and your assignments are piling up, waiting for you to start working on them.

And Hyunjin always needs you around, even though most of the time you spend with him is watching him drawing or painting, and once in a while, he would come up to you for some cuddles and kisses.

You also learn that he is always late for his meals, oftentimes, you have to stop him from working on his art and tell him to eat, you are more than happy to take care of him, but only as far as he lets you.

He's a grown-up after all, and you are not obligated to raise him cause you're not his mother.

And then it becomes a habit, being with him.

A dangerous yet delightful habit.

You feel like a fish out of the water when you're not with him, and you're aware of how wrong that sounds.

You realize that you took part in creating this, but you can't help it, you just want to gravitate towards him, revolves around him as much as he treats you like you are his sun.

There are also times when you just can't help it, you just get this sudden urge to meet him that your feet unconsciously lead you there without you intended to.

Once he opens the door of the studio, you throw yourself at him.

"Why aren't you in class?" He asks as he wraps you around him.

"My class got canceled," you answered.

You look up at his beautiful face that endlessly fascinates you and kiss him, letting him know that you come here for him and that you want him to touch you, kiss you, and more.

You steer his body to the sofa until he plops down onto the sofa, then sits on his lap, straddling him.

Sensing that you are being needy, he smiles at you with his hands holding your face, "tell me what you want," he says.

He kisses you so softly, wet and warm on your lips, "what do you want me to do to you?"

He takes your hand and does what he likes to do with your hands, kisses the fingertips.

"You want me to take care of you?"

His lips graze your hand that he holds close to his mouth as he speaks.

You place a kiss on his lips, a long, dizzying kiss that takes your breath away, then sighs into his mouth.

"I want to have you my way," you said to him.

He moves his hands down to grab you by the waist, "I'm all yours," he said with his eyes looking into yours.

Hyunjin has successfully made a fool out of you, you can't think of anything else when you're with him, but him, he makes you crave his presence in your life, he makes you addicted to his touches and kisses, and without all that, you feel like living while holding your breath.

His existence in your life has come to a great extent, it's paramount.

He looks up at you, watching your face with your jaws slacked open and breathless moans spilling out of your mouth.

Hyunjin’s eyes lower to where your cunt slides up and down his cock then snaps his eyes back up to where your hand kneading your breast that invites him to touch the other one.

"So beautiful, my love," he murmurs at you.

You look down at him and flash him a dreamy smile, lowering your mouth on his again with your hands on his shoulders as you keep moving against him.

Hyunjin drags his mouth down to your neck, making a trail of slobbering wet kisses down your chest until your breasts are right in front of him.

He takes them into his mouth in turns, sucking on the flesh and using his tongue to swirl around your nipples, making them hard and wet.

You can't decide which one is more arousing, you fucking him in the middle of the day or his eyes locked on how your cunt taking his cock with his hands steadily keeping your skirt scrunched up around your waist.

"Hmm yes, love," he coo, "so good,"

With his sweet praises echoing in the quiet room, you pick up the pace, bouncing on him harder and faster, with him putting his hands on your waist, preventing you from falling as you move at a sloppy pace.

"So close, I know you're so close," he breathlessly says.

Sweet nothings spilling out of his mouth as a way to encourage you to keep moving.

"The way you clench around me," he murmurs, "you're going to make a mess out of me,"

You bury your head into his neck and sink your mouth onto the skin, muffle your moans as you climax, cumming around him but keep the motions of your hips going, to ride out your high.

He holds you close and kisses the side of your face, "you're so beautiful," he whispers into your ear, "so beautiful cumming around me like that,"

You kiss him passionately and slowly grind on him to give him a chance to cum inside you, intentionally clenching around him.

Hyunjin smirks as he catches on to your intention, his hands firmly grip your waist to move you against him again to the pace he prefers.

You don't care about having crescent marks on your flesh, you are too fucked out to worry about such things.

Hyunjin bucks his hips from under you and eventually, earn his high and cumming inside you.

He pulls you by your neck to kiss you, open-mouthed and slobbering wet.

You glance down at the clock on the wall and notice you only have less than a half-hour to get to your next class.

You place a haste kiss on his lips, "I have to go," you said to him.

You quickly kiss him again to prevent him from complaining, then carefully pull out of him, you gasp at the sudden hollowness inside you but feel so full at the same time.

Hyunjin’s jaws slack open seeing the white of his cum dripping down your thigh, and you put your underwear back on without wiping the mess first.

You pick up the rest of your clothes on the floor and put it on, all the while Hyunjin watches you while sitting naked on the sofa with his cock wet and softened at the dissipating pleasure.

"Did you just use me?" He jokes as he pulls his jeans back up and zips them close.

You shrug as you button your shirt, "Maybe," you playfully replied. You frantically gather your things around the room and put your shoes on, "I'll be back later," you said to him.

Hyunjin gets up from the sofa to get a kiss from you before letting you leave again, he so badly wants to make you stay and perhaps go for another round.

For the rest of the day, Hyunjin smirks with his mouth slightly parted open for every time he remembers how you walk around with his cum inside you.

-

Hyunjin cannot stop drawing you.

And yes, the first time he met you, he thought you have beautiful hands, but that was before he saw the rest of your body before he could put his own hands on your body and touch your skin, how soft it feels under his touch.

Before he saw the shape of your body against the white bed sheet, the way your waist dipped, how your toes are smaller than his and curls when he touches you the right way, the noises you make, and the curve of your smile that resembles a bright crescent moon.

He believes you are made of lovely, heavenly things only.

When you wake up from the bed with the sun shining down on your naked body, he feels like he is in one of those moments where life imitates art.

Your long hair tousled and fell on your shoulders, a few strands covering your chest, the white duvet pooling around you resembles the foam that gave birth to Aphrodite, and you are a goddess to him, for you always mesmerizing him in so many ways.

Botticelli's The Birth of Venus comes to life right before his eyes.

He has done countless drawings of you but none close enough to depict how beautiful you are to him, and he probably will never be able to.

These past few weeks have been anything he truly wanted from sharing a life with someone.

He likes that you rarely talk, but once you do, it always overflows with charms and warmth, he likes sharing the silence with you but still being able to communicate by body gestures and simple touches.

Sometimes he needs to be alone, in his own space and stuck in his head to stimulate the creativity in him for him to be able to start painting or drawing, and most of the time, he needs your intervention, to reel him back to reality and comfort him.

You understand all of these needs of him without him needing to say a word.

And he thinks he is so lucky to find someone like you!

Knowing that he gets so protective of you and wants to have you just for himself.

This morning, you come up to him and hug him from the back, peppering his shoulder with sweet, gentle kisses.

"I'm going to meet some friends for lunch," you said to him.

He doesn't reply but continues working open a can of paint.

"Will you come with me?" You ask him, putting your chin on his shoulder with your hands around his waist.

"But it's okay if you don't want to," you said again even though he's not responding to any of your words.

Hyunjin can get too sensitive sometimes, and he refrains from saying things, not before he filters it through his mind first to avoid saying things he didn't mean.

"I can't," he finally replies, "I have to start on the new painting,"

You place a soft kiss on his neck with your hands feeling the firm abs under the fabric of his t-shirt, "alright then, I'll just go by myself," you said.

You move your hand to his chin and angle it towards you to kiss him on the lips.

"I'll come back soon," You promised him.

He kisses you back for a brief moment to finally let you leave for the bathroom to shower.

You put Hyunjin’s shirt that you wore to bed into the laundry basket, then turn on the water, test the temperature by holding out a hand under the shower.

You get startled when you hear someone pull open the shower curtain with so much force, and turns out, it's Hyunjin.

And before you can say anything, he splashes you with a can of yellow paint, and it gets all over you, the paint dribbling down your body.

"What is wrong with you?" You snapped at him.

He doesn't say anything but takes off his t-shirt then gets in the shower with you, he picks up another can of paint and splashes himself with it, paints his body blue.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked again with your hands held up in the air, still slightly shocked at what he had just done to you and himself.

"I won't let you leave until we both turn these paints green," he answers.

You sigh and glare at him, slightly upset, but when his hand reaches for your cheek, smearing the blue of his paint on you, you soften almost immediately.

"You can just tell me you don't want me to go," you grumbled at him as he pins you to the tiled wall.

He gently kisses your lips for a few seconds and pulls away, eyes staring into yours, "where's the fun in that?"

He pushes his body against yours, mixing the paints through your bodies and hands, mouths constantly latching onto each other.

His hands make handprints on your body as well as marking it with his mouth as he is nipping at your neck, sucking on the flesh until reddish marks bloom on your skin.

He puts you under the shower and washes your bodies together with the warm water, he triumphantly smiles seeing all the marks he made on your skin when paint washes down, the base of the tub filled with green-hued water swirling down the drain.

He continues by taking you to bed, where he makes love to you so sweetly under the afternoon sun.

Hyunjin usually indulges himself by keeping eye contact during sex, but this time, he flips you over on the bed then hurriedly runs his hand down your spine, admiring how beautiful you look from the back.

He fingers you from the back, shoves his long thumb into your hole with his mouth incessantly kissing the skin on your back.

With the pillow underneath your head, you grip the pillowcase in your hand when he replaces his finger with his cock, and you moan at how good it feels to be filled by him.

He doesn't necessarily have to move to feel the pleasure, just having his cock inside you is enough for him, well, until you clench around him.

That, he cannot control, and his body reacts on its own.

He begins moving to eventually reach your sweet releases together with his body on top of you and hands laced together on the mattress.

He turns you over on the bed and lets you face him with his face only inches away from your face, then slowly presses a kiss on your lips ever so softly.

He rubs your cheek with the back of his hand and looks into your eyes, "I love you," he mutters to you.

You put a hand on his face, "I love you," you muttered back even if it scares you, the way he loves you.

There are two reasons why it scares you: First, you're afraid you can't love him back as much, the other reason, and what scares you the most is that he will tire himself out one day if he keeps on loving you this much, with such intensity, almost obsessive even.

You can only imagine the unbearable pain that comes with it, and you hope you will never get to experience that.

-

The next day starts with him touching you, drawing you close against him on the bed, spooning you, and peppering your neck with small kisses.

A hand on your stomach slowly inches closer to your breast to eventually cups it in his hand, kneading on the flesh with his fingers playing with your hardening bud.

You turn your head to the side to meet his, with your sleepy eyes, you capture his mouth in yours, your hand reach down his body and easily find his semi-hard cock behind you.

He pinches your nipple with his finger so hard, making you yelp against his mouth, and he smirks in return.

You grumble and break the kiss, but he likes you sulking adorably like that, he does the same thing to the other nipple to earn the same reaction from you.

"Hyunjin," you grumbled again.

He laughs on the nape of your neck, "who tells you to be this beautiful, mmh?" He asks with a hand cupping your breast and softly squeezing on it.

Hyunjin can't have enough, lifts one of your legs like he usually does, then pushes his length inside you, painstakingly slow and making you feel every inch of his girth entering you.

You take his hand and put his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them as he keeps pushing the remaining of his length inside you.

He grabs a handful of your ass cheek in his hand when finally bottomed out, softly groaning close to your ear, then presses a kiss on the skin behind your ear.

"Always taking me so well," he cooed at you.

He slowly thrusts into you with a hand rubbing the back of your thigh, keeping it lifted on the bed to penetrate deeper.

"We can't stay in today," he suddenly informs.

You pull his fingers out of your mouth with a sigh, "huh? Why?"

"I got invited to this thing,"

You turn your head at him and bring his face close to kiss him, "you want me to come with you?"

"Of course," he shortly replies.

He kisses you again with a hum against your lips, "I want to show you off to everyone," he says.

You chuckle at his answer, "I'm not an object,"

"I know," he says, "but I want to let everyone know that I have the most beautiful lover,"

Because the word girlfriend sounds obnoxious to him, and he's romantic like that.

You smile at his praise and feel a knot tighten inside you.

Hyunjin groans against your lips, "You just clenched around me, love,"

"You like it when I praise you like that, mmh?" He asked you.

You don't reply but sheepishly smile at him, pulling him for another lingering kiss.

"I happen to have a lot of praises for you," he playfully remarked.

"Where should I start?" He sighs and considers his options.

He clicks his tongue in defeat, "Uhm... every part of you is beautiful," he praises.

You catch his chin between your thumb and index finger, "stop saying such cheesy things early in the morning," you complained, then kiss him.

He takes you to an art exhibition of one of his friends, in which he introduces you and to other people he is well-acquainted with.

His friend takes him to introduce him to someone, "will you be okay alone?" He asked you.

"Of course. I'll wait here," you tell him.

You take the opportunity to walk around and see the art installations, see some paintings, and see his painting that hung against the blue painted wall.

"So, you're his new muse?" A voice says.

You turned your head at the source of the voice and see someone holding a glass of wine in her hand while looking at the same painting with you.

"Excuse me?" You said, just in case she was talking to someone else, despite you're the only one close enough to hear it.

She turns her head at you, "what did he tell you when he first met you?"

You don't say anything but carefully observe her in silence, a tall beautiful woman with dark hair, she is wearing a flattering dress that accentuates her body shape.

"When he first met me, he said I have the most beautiful eyes," she adds,

"I'm sorry?" You asked again, completely fazed by her remark.

"I saw you coming with Hyunjin, so I assume you're together," she finally explained.

You stifle a nod, "yes, we're together"

And she snickers, "I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, "it's just that I never thought he would be having a girlfriend again,"

You turn to face her, confronting whatever she is trying to say or do to you, "And you are?"

"You can say that I'm his former muse," she answered.

"Oh, so you're trying to make me jealous?" You bite back at her.

"Jealous?" She asked in disbelief.

"I've been with him before you. Why would I be jealous?"

You tip your head to the side, fully confused with what she is trying to tell you, "what are you trying to say, really?"

She sighs and holds her wine glass down, "I'm trying to tell you that he's not an easy man to be with," she answered.

"Once he's done with you, he'll search for a new muse,"

You scoff at her remark, "Why would I believe you?"

"You're tough," she sneers, but it is not time to praise you.

"But be prepared to bleed,"

She takes a sip of her wine then says, "just saying," before leaving you there alone.

No matter how much you try to shrug her words away, the harder it gets to shake them off. You flinch when Hyunjin returns by looping his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek.

"Did I surprise you?" He asks.

You sigh with the warmth of his body enveloping you, "Nothing, I was so immersed in your painting," you told him, slightly lying to mask your insecurities.

He puts his other arm around you, holding you from the back with his chin on the top of your head, "what do you think?"

"It's beautiful," you answered.

"Just like you," he adds, then kisses the top of your head.

The funny thing is the longer you look into his painting, the sadder you get.

You hold on to his hands to soothe you down, to ward away the fear crippling inside of you, and try your hardest to convince yourself that everything is alright and going to stay like that.

He holds you so tight at night, knowing that you wouldn't be able to stay with him for the rest of the week since you'll be having your exams.

The timing comes at the perfect time because he too has a deadline to finish his paintings for his next exhibition.

His touches that always work to lull you to sleep seem to lose their magic that night.

He senses that you're unusually restless that he places kisses on your bare shoulder while rubbing your abdomen with his big hand.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You softly sigh and put your hand in his, "I just can't sleep. Maybe the pre-exam stress?" you playfully remarked.

"There's no use to stress about things that haven't happened yet," he said, "you end up stressing about them twice,"

And he is right, there's no benefit in fussing about things that haven't happened yet and probably will never happen, you end up manifesting those awful things, and you don't want that.

"You'll do great," he assures you along with a kiss on your cheek.

There's nothing sexual in his kiss, but somehow it's more sensual than the sex itself, maybe it's the sincerity in it, the words that came before it, and the assurance he gives to you.

You feel so loved and safe, you get so convinced that everything is going to be alright.

You turn around to face him on the bed and look at his beautiful face, radiant even in the dark of his room, you realize that all you need to do is focus on things that matter to you, him.

"You'll do great as well," you told him.

"You're going to finish all those paintings," you added with a finger tracing his narrowed jaw.

"And you're going to do great on your exams," he says back with a smile.

You kiss him with your heart overflowing with gratitude for him, then bury your head in his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat to finally fall asleep in his embrace.

-

It had been days you'd been away from each other.

On one side, you're happy you get to have a little space for yourself, but on the other hand, you're afraid that the space you put yourself in will only drive you further away from each other.

Added with the fact that the words from his former girlfriend lingering in the back of your head like a broken record.

You went to his studio right after you were done with the final day of the exam, unlocking his door with the passcode he gave you, then get inside to find him talking to a guy you had never seen before.

You stay in the distance since they're engaging in a serious talk, you catch parts of their conversations, something about his paintings, the exhibition, it seems like this guy wants Hyunjin to finish his paintings before the deadline.

Hyunjin spots you lingering in the kitchen and tells you to come, you obey and walk up to him.

"This is my agent," he introduces you to the guy.

You shake his big, meaty hand and introduce yourself.

After a moment of some light talks, he leaves with Hyunjin sending him on his way.

You wait in the middle of his painting studio to see his unfinished painting on the easel, you touch the visible stroke of his paintbrush on it and feel the roughness of it under your fingertips.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't pick you up at the campus," he says to you as he closes the door behind him.

You turn on your heels to face him, "it's okay, I'm just glad the exams are over," you sigh.

Hyunjin stops on his way and takes steps backward, "wait, I have something for you," he says.

He goes to the fridge and pulls out a bouquet of flowers, smiling while carrying it to you.

"I bought it this morning, and I'm afraid it would wither so I keep it in the fridge," he explains, then hands it to you.

You look down at the red roses, as red as the blood that rushes to your cheeks, making you blush, then looks up at him to flash him a smile.

You can't explain why but you feel a burst of mixed feelings brewing inside of you.

"You said you never received flowers before, and I want to be the first to do that," he says.

Your eyes start brimming with tears, you believe it is caused by the mounting stress and the fears of losing him finally getting the best of you, and with him showing his love like this melts your misery away in an instant.

"Why are you crying?" He asks you with his fingers lifting your chin so he can look at you.

You shake your head, "thank you," you muttered, "I love this,"

He brightly smiles then pulls you into a hug, "you must have been so stressed,"

He pets your head endearingly while you close your eyes with one side of your face resting against his chest.

"What about we take a bath together, mmh?" He suggests.

You look up at him and sniffle, "I'd love that,"

He kisses your forehead, "Okay, I'll have the bath ready for us,"

Hyunjin fills the bathtub with a bubble bath with calming scent in it, he gets in first then helps you get in after.

He holds you with a hand across your chest, splashing your skin with the warm bathwater, and softly washes your body with his attentive hands.

He rubs your thighs under the water, gently kneading on the flesh, glides his hands along your sides to your chest, a hand angles your head to plant a kiss on you.

"Feel better now?" He asks.

"So much better," you answered with a dreamy sigh.

You get so sleepy after the bath and perhaps it is because all the pressures has been lifted off of you.

You lay on the bed facing each other with Hyunjin caressing the side of your face affectionately while looking into your half-shut eyes.

"Your eyes are barely open," he says.

"I'm so sleepy," you mumbled.

He softly chuckles, "go to sleep then,"

You sleepily smile then place a quick peck on his lips, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, love," he murmurs back, then takes your hand in his, bringing it close to his mouth to do that thing where he kisses your fingertips.

You think you dreamed it, but when you wake up in the middle of the night, Hyunjin is nowhere on the bed next to you.

You sit up on the bed, from the bedroom door that he left ajar, you see the sliver of his silhouette in the studio working on his painting.

It crosses your mind to walk up to him and accompany him as he paints, but you realize you can't do much, you might be a nuisance for being there.

You lay back down on the bed and sleep.

-

Hyunjin takes his art seriously.

It's his body and soul.

When you see his paintings, you'll see how much he put himself in them, like he puts a piece of himself in each of his paintings.

That's how much it means to him.

That's also why he gets sensitive when he's working.

You try not to disturb him when he's in element, not even when you see he hasn't eaten his lunch yet. You still check on him once in a while, replace his empty bottle of water with a new one and remind him to eat his meals.

You have been going to bed alone for the past few days, and when you see his sketchbook on the desk, it has been left untouched.

You take a look to see the drawings he made of you, you flip the page to see the drawing of your hands, your feet peeking out from under the blanket, the one where you're sleeping on the pillow, and you realize he had drawn you so many times without you noticing.

Even though you have to go to sleep alone to bed for these past few days, you feel his warmth from the drawing he had done of you.

What you're worried about is the fact that he's getting less sleep every night.

But turns out, that should be the least of your worries.

Because the next day after you're back from campus, he is gone.

He left his phone in his bedroom, no notes, he is just gone. You cheer yourself up by thinking maybe he takes a walk or goes somewhere to clear his head, you wait until evening comes by pacing around his studio.

You fall asleep around midnight, curling up on the bed clutching your phone just in case he tries to contact you.

You wake up at dawn and hear the rustles from the studio, find Hyunjin is working on his painting, you sigh in relief and almost cry because of it.

You come up to him and hug him from the back, you don't care if this will irritate him.

Hyunjin does the opposite, he puts his hands on yours and sighs, "I'm sorry for leaving without telling you,"

You rest your head against his back with your eyes closed, "I've been waiting for you," you sadly said.

"I need to clear my head," he explains.

You nod repeatedly, "can we go to bed now, please?" You pleaded.

Truthfully, you hate being a needy, clingy partner, but you really need to be held by him, you miss his touches, his warmth, to put it simply, you need his presence around you.

"Okay," he agreed.

You take his clothes off for him in which he eventually takes them off himself, it's the rule that he made himself to always come to bed naked.

You get on the bed and wait for him to join you under the duvet, you don't waste time laying yourself so close to him, feeling his smooth skin against yours and sharing some warmth.

You overlap his body with yours to kiss him, placing kisses on his body like he would do to you as a way to comfort him.

You climb on top of him then put your legs on each side of his then sit up to straddle him on the bed.

You grind on him, making yourself wet, then take his hands and put them on your body, kneading your breasts along with his hands.

When you're wet enough to take him, you get up just enough to position his cock under you, align it with your hole, then slowly ease yourself down around him.

You let out a breathless gasp when he's fully inside you, you tilt your head upward.

"This is my happy place," you hummed with a blissful smile on your face.

Hyunjin can't find you more alluring than this, truly enjoying having him inside you, and he also can't deny how much he misses being inside you, your velvety walls wrapped around him, tight and warm.

You lay down on top of him, kissing him hungrily on the mouth, savoring his plush red lips like there's no tomorrow.

"I feel so much better," he sighs with a dreamy smile, "this is exactly what I need,"

He then holds you close and lays his hands flat on the small of your back, rubbing your skin up and down your sides and his mouth placing fluttering kisses on your face.

"You're what I need," he adds.

You smile at him, then nestle your head in his neck, glad that he's back to the Hyunjin who passionately loves you, and loves you still.

And when you think things are back to their right places, you are wrong.

The disappearing, the going somewhere without telling you, and leaving his phone at home getting more frequent as the deadline of his paintings nearing in, it has happened for a few times now that it worries you.

He still has one painting left to do, yet his canvas is still blank, pristine white with no speck of paint on it.

You sigh, understand that he must be having an art block, that's why he needs to get out of the studio, to refresh his mind and get inspired to paint again.

He'll come home late at night, continue painting until he gets tired, then sleep, collapsing next to you on the bed.

No kiss goodnight, no fluttering little touches that he usually does to send you to sleep, he just lays down, closes his eyes, then sleeps.

A part of you is glad that he finally finished his last painting, but the other part of you got sad seeing him working so hard, exhausted and worn out.

You let him get more sleep when you wake up in the morning, get to the kitchen to make breakfast, and brew some coffee.

You notice his bag on the kitchen island with his things spilling out of it, pens, pencils, and books cluttering around.

You place them back inside the bag, then take his book out to see what he's writing in it.

Of course, he doesn't write, he draws on it, from flowers, ducks swimming on the pond, a tree, a building, then a pair of hands in which you guess is yours, then an unfinished drawing of a face.

"You didn't wake me up," he says from the doorway of the bedroom.

You snap your head up and quickly shove his book back inside his bag, "you need to get more sleep," you told him.

"I can't. I have to meet my agent today," he says, then walks up to you in the kitchen.

"Do you want me to go with you?" You offered.

"No," he shortly replies.

You can't hide your disappointment, whether at his quick reply or that he doesn't want you to come with him.

"It'll be a boring meeting, and I won't be long," he explains with a hand cupping your cheek.

You nod at him, understand that maybe the reason why he doesn't want you to come along is that perhaps it's strictly business.

"I'll cook breakfast," you told him with a small smile at him.

He pecks your lips, "thank you, love,"

Hyunjin always keeps his words, but when you glance at the clock and it's past dinner time, and the dinner you have prepared for you two has gone cold that you reheat again to eat it on the dining table alone.

Hyunjin comes home when you're about to tuck in for the night, he barges into the bedroom and collapses onto the bed. He crawls on the bed to hug you, burying his head in your neck, then kisses your cheek.

You catch a hint of alcohol in his breath, "you've been drinking, huh?"

Hyunjin pulls away then lays on the bed next to you, "my agent insists on taking me for some drinks and I couldn't say no," he explains.

Hyunjin starts unbuttoning his shirt but failing since he's slightly drunk that his cheeks redden from the alcohol.

You shift on the bed to help him unbutton it and even lift his body to take the shirt off.

"You said you won't be long," you meekly said.

Once again, you hate being sounded like a clingy girlfriend but the disappearing and the didn't keep his words have pushed all the wrong buttons in you.

Hyunjin let out a long sigh, "the meeting took hours, and I-"

He sighs again, then turns over, lying facing down on the bed, "Actually, can we continue the talk tomorrow? I'm so tired," he says.

You slouch down the bed and lie on your side with your back facing him, wide-eyed and can't sleep, you get off the bed and head to the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of water, and gulp it at once.

You see his bag on the kitchen island, you get curious and open his bag to see what he has drawn in his book today, at least, to get a clue on what's inside his head.

You flip to the page to the last drawing he did on it and see a drawing of someone, someone so beautiful with doe eyes and button nose then you flip to the previous page, it's the same drawing of the same person from the side, and you flip again, still the same person and it's the unfinished drawing that you had seen a few days ago.

The fear starts creeping up inside you again as his ex-girlfriend's words are becoming true.

What if you are just his muse?

That you are a person he uses to evoke inspirations in him, and soon you'll be replaced once you're not doing it for him anymore.

You drag yourself back to bed and lay down on the bed next to him with uneasy thoughts running through your head and making you stare at the dark of the room for don't know how long.

You feel a hand around your waist and drags you closer to him, he presses a kiss on your neck.

"Why are you wearing clothes to bed, love?" he mumbles to you.

You start unbuttoning the shirt that you're wearing and hang it on the headboard of the bed, settling yourself down next to him again.

He immediately pulls you close on the bed, kisses your bare chest, then rests his head on the skin between your breasts.

"My love," he sighs.

He takes your hand and puts it in his hair, "I miss having your hand in my hair,"

You comply with his request, softly combing his silky hair with your fingers like you always do when you cuddle him.

But even though he is lying close to you, it's not enough to calm the fear inside you, wild and uncontrollable like a raging storm.

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"You're so quiet," Hyunjin says as he lays next to you on the bed with a finger tracing the round of your cheek.

"I'm okay," you assured him with a lazy smile on your face.

While in fact, you are not okay.

You have been living your days holding your breath, and you can feel your heart shrink the longer you keep it that way.

You retreat from talking since his exhibition is coming soon and he has a lot going on in his mind already.

"Should we go somewhere?" He asks.

You shake your head.

"How about I cook you something?" He offers.

You hold his hand on the bed.

"Is there anything you want to eat, love?" He asks again along with a caress on your head.

You don't reply but look at him looking at you back into your eyes and close your eyes when he swipes his thumb across your lips.

"I hate seeing you like this," he sadly says.

You feel bad for making him sad because of you, "I crave something sweet," you weakly said to him.

A smile blooms on his face, bright like a sunrise.

Hyunjin makes pancakes and stacks them on a plate, putting a big dollop of whipped cream on it with strawberry slices on top.

He puts a hand on your head then kisses the top of your head.

"Eat well, my love," he says to you as he places the plate in front of you on the dining table.

He watches as you shove a forkful of pancake into your mouth and quickly wipes the cream on the corner of your mouth with his thumb, "is it good?"

You nod with giddiness with a wide smile on your face, then take another forkful and feed it to him, which he gladly eat.

Hyunjin glances at the clock on the wall and sighs, "I have to go," he announces.

"You finish the pancakes, okay?" He kisses your cheek and gets up from the chair.

Once Hyunjin leaves, it's only time until the fear eats you up from the inside again.

On the day of his exhibition, you promised to meet him at the gallery instead of going together since you have to finish some of your college assignments first.

You clutch your purse anxiously when you step inside the gallery, holding your breath as you walk until you find him among the crowd.

He's radiance, almost blinding.

He smiles the moment he notices you coming his way he walks up to you to meet you in the middle.

He grabs your hand, "You're so beautiful," he murmurs.

You've heard him calling you beautiful so many times, and each time never fails to make your heart flips, "thank you!"

He kisses your lips hastily, and you quickly wipe the stain of your lipstick on his lips with your thumb.

"Congratulations!" You greeted him with a sweet smile.

"Thank you," he mutters and when he is about to plant another kiss, someone calls out for him from across the room.

"It's okay, you go," you told him.

"I'll get back to you, okay?"

You nod and watch as he walks to a group of people in one corner of the room.

You decide to get a drink from the table that serves a selection of snacks and drinks, take a glass of drink, and carry it in your hand as you walk to see his paintings.

You are surprised to see a painting of your hands made it to his exhibition, but as you look closer there's a faint mole on the back of the hand.

You look down at your hand in reflex to check if you really do have a mole but can't find any.

Someone accidentally bumps into you as you make your way to the next painting, making you spill all of your drink on your white dress.

"I am so sorry," the girl said.

You look down at your dress and see the big wet patch on the side of your dress, it's ruined but you can't do anything about it.

"It's okay," you meekly said without looking up at her.

You see the red high heels she's wearing since you keep looking down to avoid getting embarrassed with your dress ruined by the wine.

You quickly leave for the restroom to fix whatever you can with the dress, wiping it dry with tissue and the hand dryer, but they can only do much.

You walk back into the gallery and head to Hyunjin to see if you can borrow his jacket or something, but find him talking to a girl.

From the red shoes you spotted earlier, she's the girl who bumped into your earlier. You keep walking but slowing down as the girl slowly turns around on her heels to finally reveal herself to you.

She's her.

She is that person Hyunjin drew on his book.

Then the mole on the back of her hand.

And she is just as beautiful as his drawing, so beautiful that you feel so self-conscious about your appearance.

You walk backward and eventually make your way out of the gallery, keep on walking and walking until you don't know how you get there.

You take a taxi home, back to your place, and curl up on the bed, a crying mess in the dark of your room.

You see your reflection on the mirror across you, you lying on your side with tears in your eyes, and in a time like this, you regret opening your heart, let it be hurt.

You've been loving him at full speed, and now you're forced to abruptly stop. Can you imagine how fatal the crash would be?

Your heart hurts so much that you fisted the sheet under your to hold it in, biting in your choked sobs and swallowing it all, a big bitter pill down your throat.

Your eyes snap open to the banging sounds on your door.

"I know you're inside," he shouts behind the door, "Open the door!"

You know it's him, he must have sensed something is wrong with you suddenly leaving the gallery without telling him first.

"I won't go before you open the door," he shouts again with another series of banging on the door.

You reluctantly get off the bed and walk to the door, you take a deep breath before pulling it open.

Hyunjin dashes inside the moment you open the door for him, doesn't waste his time to confront you, "why are you leaving like that?" He asks you, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

You stand there facing him, in the middle of the small living room of your apartment, "and it's okay for you to keep disappearing but not me?"

He comes up to you and holds your face in his hands, "I thought you understand me, " he sadly says.

"What I don't understand is why you draw some other girl," you said to him.

Hyunjin scoffs in disbelief, "so this is about me drawing another girl?"

You are aware of how petty you sound right now, but you're way past being pathetic.

"I-" you pause to take a deep breath.

"I've been trying to figure out what am I to you? Am I just a muse to you? A model for your drawings? Someone, you sleep with?"

Your voice is trembling from the emotions building up inside you.

"I honestly don't know, Hyunjin," you sadly said to him with your eyes closed as if they would prevent the tears from falling.

"Look at me!" He orders you.

Hyunjin put his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him, and he looks into your eyes, red and pooling with tears.

"How dare you say you're just someone I sleep with?"

You can feel the bitterness in his words when he uttered it right to your face, "you mean so many things to me that I can't put a word for it," softly says, "you are everything to me," he emphasizes on the word everything.

But his words only make you cry harder.

He holds you close, steers your body by slightly lifting your body against him, then sits you down on the end of your bed.

He kneels in front of you, hair tousled with a few strands covering his face, a crease between his eyebrows and eyes looking up at you with a mix of concern, anger, and sadness in them.

"What are you thinking? What makes you think you mean so little to me?" There's an edge to his voice like he could break into tears at any moment.

You keep closing your eyes to stop the tears, but it's a fruitless effort, "I thought you don't love me anymore," you get breathless at the end of the sentence as the lump in your throat clogs your windpipe.

"My God," he sighs, "I made you feel that way?"

You keep crying into your hands as the tears won't stop streaming down your face.

Hyunjin rests his head on your lap with his hands around your waist, you can feel every rise and fall of his chest for every intake of his breath, and he stays like that for a moment.

He snaps his head up, puts your hands away from covering your face, then looks up at you, "I hate myself for making you feel that way," he says in such a low voice that you mistake it for a whisper.

"I am so sorry," he says as he holds both of your hands in his.

You get even sadder to the fact that you are the one who accused of him things, but he's the one who apologized to you.

"I will do anything to prove how much I love you," he says, pressing his lips on your knuckles.

When you look into his eyes, filled with so much sincerity in them, you feel ashamed for ever doubting his love.

"What can I do to make you feel my love?" He asks, then presses his forehead against yours even though you are a crying mess right now.

"Please stop crying! My heart aches to see you cry," he begs.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, and Hyunjin helps by rubbing your neck with his hands.

He leans in and kisses you.

ou return the kiss, slowly and softly, closing your eyes as to not spill any tears again.

"I love you," he says against your lips.

He catches your chin between his fingers and forces you to look at him, "do you hear that?" He asks you.

"I love you," he says again.

You stifle a nod.

"I don't care if you don't love me back," he says, "I love you," then kisses you again, he's whimpering against your lips as if it hurts to kiss you.

He pulls away to place kisses on your face, on your neck with a hand that steadily holds your jaw, and you give in to his will, tilt your head to let him access your neck.

"Take your clothes off for me," he orders as he puts his mouth away.

"I want to show you how much I love you,"

You obey, get up from the bed and start stripping your clothes off one by one then lay down on the bed as he instructed you.

Hyunjin also takes his clothes off then climbs onto the bed, he looks down at your naked body, flustered under his lustful gaze.

He kisses every part of your body affectionately from head to toe, every kiss is longer than the previous one, searing and burning, hot to the touch.

He flips you over on the bed so he too, can kiss the back of your body, from the crook of your neck to your calves.

This is the kind of intimacy you can't just get anywhere, it's beyond, it's not just his mouth all over your body, it's the way he appreciates and admires every inch of your body.

He turns you over on the bed to face him, hurriedly places a kiss on your mouth passionately, he gasps when he let go of the kiss.

"I want to make love to you," he says.

And he's the only one who can say such romantic things, but you don't find it phony or annoying, because you know he meant it with all his heart.

His hand moves to your abdomen and lays his hand flat there, "I want to fill you with a part of me," he says to you.

You nod at him, surrendering yourself at him and to his will with your hands turned up on the bed.

Hyunjin slowly kisses you down your chest as he settles himself between your legs, a hand tracing your folds, teasing your gushing hole with his fingers.

He doesn't break eye contact with you from the moment he gets inside you, making you even more naked than you already are.

You look at his face, hovering right above you, a crease between his eyebrows and a thin layer of sweat from the endless thrust he does against you.

He groans with his eyes screwed shut that he slows down his pace, almost losing it at how good it feels being inside you even though it's not the first time he did it with you.

"You're so good, love," he says to you.

"I love you so much," his voice quivers with the emotions the words carry in them.

And you can feel it too without he needs to say a word.

"Hyunjin?" you called him.

"Yes, love?" He asks you with a tender gaze.

"I love you so much," you muttered to him.

A tear rolls down your cheek the second you let the words out.

It's scary saying those words, and you figure because it's true, also because your love for him overpowers the love you have for yourself.

Hyunjin closes his eyes to let the words sink in, then sighs.

"And I promise never doubt your love for me again," you said to him.

"I don't want you to promise me that," he says.

He holds the side of your face with his hand, "I know that I can be difficult to be around with," he says to you, "I can be sensitive and annoying and stupid,"

"But I want you to promise to always stay with me," he begs.

And it's something you want and can provide for him, giving your everything to him, you want to be needed by him as much as you need him.

"I promise," you answered without the slightest of doubt.

Hyunjin sighs in relief, he feels like he has just accomplished something far bigger than his life, that is you.

"I love you so, so much," he says to you, then places a gentle kiss on your lips, tangles his hand in your hair, and deepens the kiss, for he can't get enough of the taste of you.

Hyunjin drags his mouth down your neck, and you turn your head to the side, catching the reflection of yourself on the mirror.

It's fascinating how you see yourself crying a while ago, and now, you see Hyunjin making love to you in the mirror.

Hyunjin angles your head at him to kiss you on the lips, "I love you," he says again with his lips grazing yours as he speaks.

"I love you," you said back with so much confidence in it this time.

You exchange a loving gaze with each other then lean in for a kiss.

Now that you had a taste of how great the pain that comes with your love is, you feel something shift in your relationship, you don't know what it is, but you hope it's something better.

One thing for sure is his kisses taste different.

He tastes so bitter yet so sweet.

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"Our little angel" preview

→ Pairings: Skz x Reader

→ Warnings: Daddy ddlg, poly!skz, inexperienced reader, corruption kink(If you feel uncomfortable with any of these topics please do not read).

Summary: You lived with the guys as their baby girl, they were your daddies and they always take care of you and your needs, but there's just one basic rule "only kissing, and dry humping anything further than that is forbidden".That was the only rule trying not to ruin your innocence, but... What happens when they can't take it anymore and start breaking the rules one by one secretly?

OUR LITTLE ANGEL

"Bubble baths with you"

Hwang Hyunjin x Female reader

→ Warnings: praising, fingering, inexperienced reader, implied poly!skz, daddy kink, pet names, corruption kink.

→ Summary: You lived with the guys as their baby girl, they were your daddies and they always take care of you and your needs, but there's just one basic rule "only kissing, and dry humping anything further than that is forbidden".That was the only rule trying not to ruin your innocence, but... What happens when they can't take it anymore and start breaking the rules one by one secretly?

You were laid back in your bathtub completely relaxed and carefree.

You had already thrown your bath bomb in, your favourite relaxing music was playing in the background and the whole bathroom had the smell of fresh levander wondering around.

You set yourself back allowing yourself to relax more closing your eyes just a little before jumping slightly at a knock on your bathroom door.

"Come in" you said while Hyunjin entered the room smiling at you

"Hey angel! How are you" he smiled sitting on the bathtub beside you

"Daddy" you smiled pushing your head forward asking for a kiss which he gladly gave you caressing your hair.

"Is my princess getting all clean and cozy hm?" He asked you as he kept caressing your hair.

You nodded smiling "Yeah I wanted to take a bath and relax for so long" you pouted "Does daddy want to join me?".

He chuckled shaking his head.

"Daddy just had a shower little one, I just wanted to check up on you" he said softly now caressing your cheek.

You could tell that he already had a shower, he was shirtless and also you could see his hair being wet and some water drops along his shoulders, you were just feeling needy and his image didn't really help you ease the burn between your legs so he might as well help you.

"B-but I'm needy daddy" you gave him puppy eyes and grabbed his hair pulling his head closer to you.

He started kissing you softly before tilting his head to the side cupping both of your cheeks to deepen the kiss making you moan in it.

Your neediness got the best out of you as you started grinding on nothing but the water you were in making Hyunjin stop and look down at you.

He could do so many things to you, he could show you so much more than humping that these rules only forced him to do with you, he could have shown you a million other ways to orgasm and he felt so bad that he couldn't, but he also knew that he couldn't ruin such an angel.

He got up walking until the door closing it and then locking it.

You looked up at him in question but you were also excited being sure he would make you feel good.

"Okay listen to me baby, I need you to do me a favour" he whispered softly against your lips and you nodded for him to go on "if any of the daddies asks you what you did with daddy Hyunjin tonight you will say that daddy let you hump him like we usually do, okay?"

"I promise daddy, but aren't we...?" Your smile fell starting to feel a small disappointment wondering why would he lock the doors if he wasn't planning to do anything.

"Daddy will show you something better" he softly whispered in your ear as he started nibbling on it.

His other hand got between your legs as his middle finger skillfully started rubbing on your clit earning an instant moan from you.

"OH FUCK DADDY" you moaned loudly and your body started moving on its own grinding agains his middle finger that was on your clit to make the friction even more intense.

He smiled finding the way your inexperienced body was reacting very wholesome but at the same time making him harder.

He kept moving his long finger in circles kissing your lips feeling your moans against his.

Your whole body jumped as you felt his two fingers pinching your clit gently.

"Does my little angel like that?" He kissed your jaw

"Y-yes yes daddy please don't stop!" You whimpered from inside the bath tub.

Hyunjin's hand went lower teasing your hole making your lips part in surprise.

"Feel free to stop daddy whenever you feel like it's too much" he said slipping the tip of his finger inside you.

Your first reaction was positive encouraging him to keep going pushing more of his finger inside you making your walls clench immediately as you were not used to have anything inside you.

"Um... It feels a little weird daddy" you said trying to relax and take his finger better.

"What about now?" He asked as his thumb started rubbing your clit again stimulating you even more.

You simply whimpered throwing your head back and your body started reacting once again grinding against his finger.

"That's my good girl" he smiled pecking your lips "Your little hole is sucking daddy's finger so well"

You moaned and spread your legs even more trying to make his finger go as deep as possible, while your hips were moving uncontrollably in circles.

Hyunjin added one more finger as he started scissoring and spreading them inside you making you hiss and moan at the same time from the stretch he was causing you.

He leaned down giving you a sloppy kiss as his fingers started moving in a faster pace inside you with his palm slapping and touching your clit every time he was pushing them in your hole.

"Is my angel gonna cum?" He said through the messy kiss

"C-cum?" You asked looking at him

"Yes baby cum, just like how you do when you hump daddy" he explained "Go on cum on daddy's fingers" he said as he started kissing you again sucking on your bottom lip.

Your whole body tensed as you gripped his hair and your walls tightened more and more around him until you eventually came moaning his name.

"DADDY—" Your breath hitched and your head fell back once you came.

He smiled and slowed down his pace pulling out his fingers carefully.

"You did so good angel" he praised you looking at your exhausted figure and leaned down for one more kiss.

He carefully picked you up from the bathtub making you stand in front of him grabbing a towel to dry your wet body, but he clearly noticed your shaky legs and the way you were struggling to stand.

He wrapped a blanket around your body picking you up carrying you to the bed.

"Will you leave now?" You asked him with a slight pout.

He chuckled laying you on the bed dressing you with a black hoodie from your closet.

"Mm how about... daddy stays here with you and strokes you back until you fall asleep?" He asked laying on the bed placing your head on his chest.

"That sounds amazing daddy" you smiled widely.

He started stroking your back softly with his fingertips kissing the top of your head until your eyes were closed

"Goodnight angel" he whispered giving you one more kiss.

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Ship on sea ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Captain!Hyunjin x Siren!fem!reader

Category: angst, fluff, smut

'Hoist the sails, loose the nets.'

"Root everyone."

"Let go of the nets."

"Ah, we've got one, Captain!"

That's all you can remember. You got captured by pirates, the worst kind of people. You were unconscious in the net, you had human legs again, you were naked. Your long wet hair covered your body, luckily too.

You woke up in one room. How can you describe the room? It was average, wooden walls, there were some candles on a desk. You saw a few cards and some goods. Lots of papers, two doors that lead to other rooms apparently.

You were sitting in a bathtub, with cold water that felt good. You looked around in a bit of surprise. You could still hear the sailors' words in your ears.

You saw a man come in. His eyes were dark, it scared you. You panicked and tried to crawl out of the bathtub, but unfortunately you couldn't.

"Ahh, you're finally awake again, hmm."

he came to you and he lifted you chin with his index finger.

"Looks healthy enough to sell."

'Excuse me? To sell?! I am not an object.'

'In my opinion, yes. A strange kind of quick-witted person.'

"I have legs too."

“I've seen that before, little girl. I have eyes here.'

he pointed his finger at his eyes.

"Can I get out of the bathtub?"

"So you can run away, back into the water?"

"I'm not going to do that."

"As if I trust a being like you."

'I'm a person too.'

"Not in my eyes." so he left.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You were still in the bathtub, quietly playing with the water. Suddenly the door opened again. He had a plate in his hands with some delicious food. He went to his desk and started eating.

'That looks delicious.'

you said.

'Could I have a piece too?'

'No.'

"You can't let me starve, who would want to buy me."

'You think I didn't think of that? You won't get food until tomorrow.'

"Why not today?"

"Because I said so, little girl."

"Stop calling me a little girl."

He paused and continued eating. You couldn't look at it, so you dived under the water. You observed your tail. It was beautiful, to be honest.

'What is your name?'

he didn't answer.

"Can I at least know your name?"

'Why.'

"Because it's strange to be in the same room with someone, without any information."

“Hyunjin.

“Hyunjin…nice name.”

he nodded. He stood up from his chair. You leaned against the bathtub.

"Where are you going?"

'I'm going to sleep.' '

'Goodnight then.'

So he left again without saying a word.

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You pretended to be sleeping, but actually you couldn't close your eyes for 2 hours. You heard a door creak and some footsteps. You felt eyes on you. You used your senses to maybe know who it was. You smelled a certain scent and felt a certain atmosphere... it felt like... Hyunjin.

You opened your eyes and looked straight into his eyes. He stood there leaning against the door frame. Just staring you up and down. He didn't say anything, nothing came out of his mouth. His pyjama was a long fleece blouse with a long fleece pants. After three minutes he just went back into his bedroom.

You thought he was scary, even though he looked very attractive. His look gave you chills. You wanted to flee, to leave.

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The next morning, you woke up on a bed. You were laying under a blanket. You don't know how you came here, but it was at least better now when you had legs. You looked under the blanket and saw you had a dark blue dress on. It was beautifull. You stood up from the bed and looked around in the bedroom.

The bed you were in was not too small, but not too big either. It was in the corner of the room. This definitely wasn't the captain's room, or at least you hoped so... You started walking around the room. You had to get used to your legs. You hopped around a bit so your muscles could move a bit. It had been a long time since you used your legs. You were surprised that you still knew how to stand up.

The door opened again and the captain named Hyunjin entered. There was a table in the room where you sat. He had a plate of food in his hands.

'Here.'

you cautiously approached. It was hardtack and salt beef. It looked quite tasty.

'Thank you.'

you muttered. You sat at the table and began to eat quietly, not daring to look up at the captain. He just stood leaning against the door. He watched you eat everything. He also looked at your legs, it was strange that you first had a tail and now two beautiful shiny legs. It was fantastically impressive.

You looked to your right where he was standing. You looked him up and down. You had never really looked at him properly. He didn't look too unfriendly, he had long black hair, thick lips, he was also tall and muscular, but that's probably normal.

"What's your name, little girl."

You looked at your plate and didn't answer. He came closer and grabbed your chin.

"Answer the captain."

“Y/N…”

you said softly.

“Y/N, okay.”

He sat across from you at the table. His hands were together and he looked at you. His eyes seemed darker than ever. You kept looking at your plate.

"You're a strange creature."

'You too.'

He clicked with his tongue his inner jaw. The silence was a bit awkward.

He got up again and left again. You thought he was finally leaving for a while, but he came back in with his plate of food. He sat across from you again and started to eat. You watched his actions. It was quiet, you could hear the sounds of the sea. The ship moved a little, but the sea was quiet this time of year.

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The two of you grew a little closer together, you always ate lunch together. You two talked sometimes. It was very quiet. You'll be sold in just 1 day. The captain had forgotten that, and he still didn't know. The captain became close to you. He came and sat with you, you talked about the ocean. He asked many things, all of which you had seen. It was nice to finally have someone with the same passion. He couldn't stay away from you, until today...

The ship sailed on the shore. The captain was still asleep. You were sleeping in the room next door, suddenly some sailors came to get you out of bed. They put a cloth over your mouth.

'Healthy enough to sell.'

You tried to stop them, you moved and tried to escape from their grasp. You pushed things over but they finally got you out of the ship. They grabbed your arms and dragged you away. Your anger swirled, you had sharp teeth, you bit the cloth from your mouth. They didn't notice yet because you were pretty quiet.

Before they know it you bit their hands, blood pouring from their bodies. You were still wearing the dark blue dress. The captain heard shouting and immediately went to your room, you weren't there. He ran outside to the deck and looked where the shouting was coming from. He saw the bloody hands of his crew members.

He saw you running to the beach, clutching the dress tightly to you. You ran deep into the water and finally dived into the water itself. No no no no, you couldn't leave, you couldn't leave him. Hyunjin took off some of his clothes and jumped into the water.

You no longer swim that fast because you were already used to your legs. You heard some water splashing. You turned around and saw Hyunjin swimming towards you. It was too dangerous here in the Ocean for a human like him. You swam far out into the sea, but you still saw the ship.

“Y/N.”

he tried to shout.

“Y/N, wait, please.”

you stopped and turned around. He tried to keep his head above water, but he was so tired. You saw him sink a little underwater. You immediately swam over to him and grabbed him in an embrace. You kept his head above water as you swam to a nearby shore. This one was a little further than the normal one, it was not really accessible.

You laid him down and started knocking water out of his body. You started mouth to mouth breathing. You made sure you scooped up enough air. His eyes opened again and he gasped. You were still giving him life support. He straightened his back and started coughing. You looked at his chest, which was heaving.

“Y/N.”

he said softly. His fingers slid over your cheeks.

"Don't leave me alone, please."

"You wanted to sell me."

'They came in without my permission. I would never sell you after the time I had with you.'

'The time?'

“I feel alive with you Y/N.”

You grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his. Your tongue slid through his mouth. Your hands interwined.

"Let's go back, okay?"

he put a piece of hair behind your ears.

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Hyunjin carried you to his bed and laid you down. He trampled the members who took you. They were given community service for the coming months. They also came to you personally. Of course you forgave them, also because you bit them.

You lay on the bed and waited for Hyunjin to come back. He came in and locked the door. He sat on the bed next to you. He played with your hair. He started kissing your face softly. You took his hand and brought it under your dress. His fingers started rubbing your clit. He watched you react.

He lifted your dress and he attached his mouth to your clit. He devoured it, like a hungry man. Your back arched and you grabbed the sheet. He pinned your thighs on the bed, because they were a bit shaking. You came without a warning and he licked everything up.

You pulled his pants a little down so you could get his member out. You stroked it softly and brought it against your lips. You started licking the tip, your tongue slid over his length. Twirling around. You heard his whimpers above you. You saw some precum coming out.

Hyunjin positioned himself by your entrance. His face was already sweaty. He slid in with ease. He tore the dress loose so he could have access to your boobs. He nibbled on your nipples, with one hand he kneaded one of your breasts. You grabbed his chin and brought him back in for a kiss. You tasted each other.

His rhythm started to speed up. He pushed into you. He wanted you now, he wanted to feel everything about you. He grabbed your ankles with both hands and spread your legs wide. He pumped into you fast. He sucked your neck and licked everything he could reach. You threw your head back on the pillow.

'You are so Beautiful.'

he whispered in your ear. He started biting your earlobe. He let go of your ankles, but your legs remained open. He took one of your hands and placed it on the lower part of your stomach. You felt him pumping into you. You felt him all the way in it.

Hyunjin could already feel his orgasm coming. You felt drops of sweat falling on your body. He started to push into you more.

"Hyunjin, I am about to cum."

you said softly with your eyes closed. Hyunjin grabbed your chin so you looked at him as you came. You came moaning out his name, because of that he also came. You stared at each other for a while, just admiring each other.

Your hands went around his neck and you pulled him to you. Your arms surrounded his stomach. You were so small compared to him. You clung to him. His arms went to your waist. You fell asleep in this position with him.

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It was night and you opened your eyes. You looked to your right and saw Hyunjin sleeping. You stood up and put your dark blue dress back on. You went outside to the deck. You walked around there a bit. You went to the edge and leaned your arms. You looked at the waves of the sea. You missed that cold water. You missed your hair being wet. You heard some creaking of planks.

“Y/N.”

you heard someone whisper in your ears.

“I miss the water Hyunjin.”

his hands surrounded your waist.

'I know.'

he whispered in your ears.

“But I can’t leave my ship Y/N.”

you looked at each other. Your look changed.

"We'll find a way."

you said

. "Let's go back inside, okay?"

“Okay, babe.”

You kissed his cheek. You were back in bed with him. His warmth felt good, maybe even better than the cold water.

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Days passed and you felt homesick. You wanted to jump into the water, you couldn't help it. It was your siren instinct. You tried life on board, but it didn't work out. Every day you saw the beautiful waves, you saw fish and sea animals swimming. You wanted to swim with them, you wanted to go back to your family, to your friends,... You were on deck at night again. This looked like you were standing on the edge.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I can't hold on anymore, I want to get in the water, Hyunjin.”

"We have a bathtub?"

"That's not the same."

“What do you want to say,Y/N.”

"I'm a Siren, I live in water, Hyunjin."

There was a silence between you.

'I understand.'

“I'll never forget you Hyunjin. I love you so much, I don't know if I can leave you. I want you to come with me, but you can't.'

He came closer to you and kissed you softly.

“I love you Y/N, I'm never going to find love again. I will never make love to anyone else but you again.'

He had a chain around his neck, he took it off. He brought the chain to your neck and put it on for you.

"So you don't forget me."

"We'll see each other again, I promise."

"I'm not going to let you go if I see you one more time."

You kissed him on the cheeks and turned around. You looked back again and then jumped into the water. Hyunjin watched as your legs turned back into a tail. You disappeared into the water. Tears rolled down his cheeks. His tears dripped into the water.

“I love you Y/N.”

VENUS.

Hyunjin x reader. (s,f,a)

Author's not: Happy birthday to the most beautiful boy, Hwang Hyunjin!

Adonis.

That's what comes to your mind when you see him.

Adonis as in that one mortal, who is so beautiful even, the goddess of love herself, Aphrodite, fell in love with him.

And he is so beautiful, so painfully beautiful that you can't look away. A long nose, small eyes, pointy chin, and lips as red and as luscious as the forbidden apple that entices you to take a sinful bite.

"You need a lighter?" He asks.

The neon sign above you illuminate his face with a reddish glow adds a mystical aura to his appearance.

You stand there leaning against the bricked wall with an unlit cigarette dangling between your teeth, mouth slightly parted and unable to speak.

You stifle a nod instead.

He pulls a lighter out of his jacket and flicks it on in a second until a flame forms, then light the end of your cigarette as you take a drag.

You exhale and take the cigarette off your mouth, when the smoke disappears, you see him smiling at you.

"You have beautiful hands," he says while looking at your hand with the cigarette stuck between your middle and index finger.

No one ever praises your hands before, and you never paid any attention to them either, you just think of them as hands, nothing special about them.

A group of people comes out of the back entrance and starts talking, replacing the silence with their loud chatters.

He steps close enough to stand next to you and leans close to your ear.

"Can I draw you?" He asks.

You stifle a laugh, thinking if this is what people say when they try to flirt with someone nowadays? You get skeptical if that's his intention with you, plus, the request is so strange. Why draw you? Why did he choose you of all people?

Your curiosity kicks in and tells you to say yes.

"Yeah, sure," you answered.

He takes a step away, put his hand in one of his jacket pockets, and pulls out a pen, he tugs the cap between his teeth.

He grabs your other hand, and you get startled at how cold his hand is, he holds it up with the back of your hand facing up.

He writes something on the skin, the needle of the pen is sharp, it is one of those drawing pens with a pointy end, glad you can tolerate the pain by looking at how attractive he looks with a pen cap tugged between his teeth that you can see the faint mole on under his left eye.

Once he finishes writing, he caps the pen back then lets go of your hand.

"That's the address of my studio," he says.

You look down at his writing on your skin, even his handwriting is beautiful, thin cursive letters in black ink, the curl of the letters mimics his smile.

Then there is his name at the bottom, Hyunjin.

"Come whenever you can," he adds, then shoves the pen back into the back pocket of his jeans this time.

"Okay," you replied even though you were too busy admiring his penmanship than learning his address.

"Okay," he said back to you.

He walks backward, stepping away from the glow of the neon sign with a small smile dancing on his face, "I'll see you," he says.

"See you," you muttered to him.

You watch him walk away until his figure disappears, engulfed by the dark of the night.

You toss the unfinished cigarette smoke onto the concrete floor and step on it, you don't smoke at all, you are merely using the cigarette as an excuse to get out of the stuffy club.

And you're glad you did, because who would have thought you'll meet such an attractive man.

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A week later, after class, you are surprised to see him again, standing outside your campus building, standing with his back against the tree at the park of the campus with his hands deep in his jeans pockets.

He stands up when he spots you walking out of the entrance of the building, he doesn't hesitate to walk up to you.

"I'm sorry that I'm impatient," he begins speaking, staying a foot away from you, "but I need to know if I can draw you," he finishes.

You look around and see that everyone glances in your direction, it is either because everyone knows everyone in here, or that Hyunjin is not fitting to be considered as a law student. You look at his faded jeans and a flannel shirt with a black t-shirt underneath, he stands out but you think it's because he is gorgeous.

But your head is filled with one big question at that time:

"How do you find me?"

He licks his lips, they are in a shade of pink under the sunlight, like the color of the cherry blossom.

"It's not hard to find you," he says.

You tip your head to the side with a questioning look on your face.

You take him to one of the coffee shops near campus and buy him a cup of hot coffee, he is more excited for the napkin though, which he immediately grabs at it.

"Can I borrow your pen?" He asks.

You rummage through your bag and pull out a pen, hand it to him on the table. He uncaps the pen and starts drawing on the napkin.

Your eyes look down at his hands, at the prominent veins on the back of his hands, the slender fingers decorated with rings, a chain bracelet dangles on his slim wrist and swaying along with every stroke of the pen on the napkin.

Mesmerized by the way his hand gripped the pen and the other hand splayed on the table, you don't hear his question until he asks again.

"Pardon?" You asked him.

"You're a law student?" He asks without looking up.

His voice was soft and light, almost melodic.

"Yes," you answered.

"Are you going to be a lawyer?"

You clear your throat and shake your head to stop ogling at him, "Uhm... yes," you replied.

A small smile blooms on his face, "how sexy!"

You blink a few times, afraid to respond to his exclamation, afraid that you misheard him. Did he just say sexy?

"Fight injustice, defend helpless people, arguing in court in black suits," he continues, "That's so sexy to me," then shots you a glance before looking back down at his doodle on the napkin.

You awkwardly smile at him, still unsure how to properly respond to his indirect praise.

You quickly come up with something to say, suddenly remember why you take him for coffee.

"So, how do you find me?"

"Not that hard to find you," he replies, eyes glancing up at you for a few seconds then back onto his doodle.

"That doesn't explain a lot," you said to him.

He stops scribbling and looks up at you, "not that hard to find a beautiful girl like you,"

"Convincing!" You scoff.

It's kind of annoying how you can't easily read his intention towards you, most men are looking for someone to fool around with, but he doesn't look like one, he looks like he wanted to make a fool out of you.

He leans in again and continues scribbling on the napkin, "I met one of your friends, the one you came with to the club and asked her about you,"

Now you get it how he knows, he should have said it sooner.

"Are you afraid that I stalked you or something?"

He's way too good-looking to stalk a nobody like you, plus, you don't have an exciting life worth stalking for, to begin with.

"Because I don't have beautiful hands, they're just... hands," you said to him, then take a sip of your coffee.

He slides his drawing at you on the table then clasp his hands together on the table.

You are wrong for saying it's a doodle, a doodle is a mindless drawing you do when you're bored, but this, this is a real drawing, a drawing of your face.

The drawing would look even more beautiful on a proper sketch paper, or even better, a canvas.

"Oh wow, this is..." you trail your words, it's so good that you can't find the words to finish your sentence.

"This is so great," you finished, but great is still an understatement, it is wondrous, amazing, beyond.

He leans forward on the table, so close that you can see the tiny mole under his left eye even under the afternoon sun.

"Is that enough to make you believe that I'm an adequate artist to draw you?" he asks with one eyebrow raised.

He recognizes why you put your guard up high, that is normal to him, and that maybe his request shocked you.

You realize that you might have offended him for not trusting his skill, but it isn't about that, it's just the way he approaches you in a peculiar way that makes you alerted, put your guards up high.

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you in any way,"

"I know, it's alright. It's not the first time," he assured you with a smile.

Oh, so he did it before, you said in your head.

"Why didn't you come to my studio?"

"I lost the address," you show him the erased address he wrote on the back of your hand, but you actually saved the address in your phone but decided not to come.

He nods in acknowledgment, reclines on his seat, takes a long look at you.

"Why don't you come with me to my studio now?" He invites.

He is so bold, daring like everything he does overflows with confidence, there's no hesitancy in them.

"I can't, I have another class," you replied, reminds you to check the time if you have enough time to walk to your next time, "and by the way, I have to go,"

You gather your things from the table, and he hands you your pen back along with his drawing on the napkin, "I'll come to your studio," you promise him, then get up from your chair.

"I write the address on the napkin so you have no excuse to not come to my studio," he says as he takes the first sip of his coffee.

Gosh, he's so persistent.

"I will come to your studio," you convince him then leave for the door.

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You keep your promise.

You come the next day on a Saturday afternoon, climbing the stairs that led to his studio because there is no elevator.

You knock on his door, it takes a moment for him to finally open the door. His hair is tied into a low bun with a few loose strands curtained his face, and he's wearing a sleeveless black top with dark jeans.

"I came," you said to him as he stands there in the doorway, looking at you with a hand holding the door open.

He shots you a smile, then steps away from the door, "come in!" He says with a hand gesture to let you into the house.

You don't expect his studio is also where he lives, and sleeps.

The spacious room is divided into two big rooms, the first half which is also the bigger half of it in the studio and a kitchenette pushed to one side of the wall near the front door and the other half is his bedroom and probably a bathroom or something, you can't look inside.

As you wait for him to get you a drink, you look around his studio, stacks of canvases on one side of the wall, a wooden table filled with art supplies, from brushes to cans of paint, and the floor is tainted with drops of paint.

You walk to the window, a large window that takes the most portion of the wall with a view that overlooks the city.

You hear the sound of a camera shutter and turn around to see him taking a picture of you with a camera.

He slowly put down the camera from covering his face, "I'm sorry, I can't help it," he says.

He puts down the camera on the table and walks up to you, holds out a can of drink at you.

You take a sip of the fruity drink that surprisingly refreshes you, "you live here," you said to him.

"I do everything here," he says back, also taking a sip of his canned drink.

"So, how are you going to draw me?" You asked him, putting down your canned drink on the nearby table and saunter to the collection of his paintings on the other side of the wall, bending down to observe each one.

You look over your shoulder, "you just need to draw my hands, right?"

"Actually," he puts down his drink and comes up to you, "I have something to ask from you,"

"What's that?"

"Is it okay if I draw you naked?" He asks you.

You chuckle at him, that's two strange requests from him already.

"Not fully naked," he quickly adds, "just half-naked,"

You lean against the shelf of his art supplies, "without buying me dinner first?" You joked.

He softly laughs and brushes his hair to the back, "it's still afternoon so I can't buy you dinner, yet,"

"That's fair!" you beamed.

He waits for your answer, crossing his arms together and eyes staring at you with his mouth slightly parted open.

You've never done this before, modeling for something especially naked, but you like the rush that comes from it.

You stare back at him and say, "okay,"

Hyunjin drags a single sofa from his bedroom and positions it on one side of the room, slightly facing the window.

He turns around and sees you unbuttoning your blouse with your back facing him, he watches as the piece of clothing slides down your arms and you place it on the sofa.

He would love to help you unclasp your bra as you reach to your back to do it yourself, but he relents and walks to take his drawing equipment.

"Do I sit here?" You asked him as you make your way to the single sofa he put in the corner of the room.

"Yes," he answers.

Hyunjin returns with a sketchbook and clutches a case filled with various drawings pencils and pens then sit on a stool just a few feet from you.

"Do you want me to do a certain pose?" You asked him, you get confused about what to do with your hands.

"Just sit comfortably," he says as he flips open his sketching book.

You decide to put your legs up and fold them on the sofa and sit facing him, "Is this okay?"

When he glances up, Hyunjin has to stop sharpening his pencil for a moment to look at you, sitting half-naked on the sofa, your skin glows under the sunlight that shines through the window.

He walks up to you and stops right in front of you, his hand reaches for your hair and puts them behind your ear, then puts the rest of your hair to the back of your shoulders, preventing it from covering your chest.

You look up through your lashes when his hand stops at the side of your face.

He holds his breath, trying to fight the urge to not touch you further, and quickly walks back to his stool.

"Just tell me if you need anything," he says.

"Sure," you affirmed.

The room gets quiet as he starts drawing that all you can hear is the strokes of his pencil against the paper and your low intake of breath as you calm yourself down.

You don't know what causes your heart to beat this fast, it is probably from the way he takes a look at you, he would look up and stare at you for a few seconds before glancing down at his eyes.

The intensity of his stares mixes with how gorgeous he looks when he's fully concentrating, is a dangerous treat.

From the strands of hair falling on his face, a crease between his eyebrows, or the way his fingers wrapped around the pencil as it dances on the paper, then there's the occasional small smiles playing on his face when he looks at you.

"Have you drawn anyone before me?" You asked him.

"Yes,"

"Did you also tell them to take their clothes off when you first met them?" You poked fun at him with a low chuckle.

Hyunjin smiles, "Not technically,"

"Why me?" You asked him, you've been wanting to ask him this since that day he visited your campus.

Hyunjin stops drawing and looks up at you, "I think you're beautiful,"

It's a cliché answer, but you give him a chance to deliver his reason to backs up his answer

"You captivate me," he adds.

"From the first time I set my eyes on you, I just know I have to draw you,"

Your heart that was beating out of its chest a few seconds ago, and just now skips a beat when you listen to his sincere answer, makes you wonder if you were as beautiful as he thinks you are.

"To be honest, I'm not really sure if I can draw you," he says as he picks up his pencil.

"Why?"

"I'm afraid that I can't do justice with my drawing," he said.

"That the drawing will look much prettier than me?" You teased.

He lightly shakes his head, "it's the other way around,"

It's easy to spot someone when they're being phony, but as you keep looking at him and into his eyes, you can prove that he is not one.

You stare into each other’s eyes for a while now, communicating through the silence until the sunlight dims as the day is about to be replaced by the night.

Hyunjin puts his drawing away and walks up to you, he looks down at you for a while, and a hand reaches for something behind you.

"I think it's enough for today," he announces, then wraps your body with a blanket.

You put the blanket around your body and clutch it together, "is it done?"

"No, not yet," he replies.

He put his stool away, carries his sketchbook and drawing equipment away then heads to the kitchen, "can you stay a little longer?"

You walk up to the pile of clothes on the sofa and begin to put it on again.

"Why?" You asked without looking at him as you fumble to clasp your bra.

"I'm going to buy you dinner," he said.

You laugh at his way of keeping up his promise, "of course,"

You just don't know that Hyunjin also wanted to keep you here longer than he wanted to.

After dinner, Hyunjin opens a bottle of wine and fills two glasses with the crimson red liquid, the aphrodisiac smell wafting around the room.

You sit next to each other on the sofa, taking sips of your wine and eating fruit slices that he skillfully peeled and sliced earlier, then put it on a wooden board in a rather pleasing look.

He treats everything like a piece of art.

"How long have you been doing this?" You asked, leaning forward with a hand under your chin and prop on your knee, admiring the paintings hung on the wall across from you.

"Three years now," he replies.

"Has this always been your dream?" You asked again, put your wine glass down on the table, then turn your head at him.

Hyunjin never had this question asked to him before.

It takes him a moment to get an answer out of his head, "It's just happened," he honestly answers.

"I never thought of being one before. I just started drawing one day and I like it. And I want to keep doing it, until now!" he explains.

"Then what about tomorrow?" You half-heartedly asked.

He sees how your hand splayed on your jaw, and he gets the urge to hold your face, "to be honest, I don't know," he says.

"But that's so exciting, isn't it?"

He puts down his wine glass, "not knowing what tomorrow brings,"

You bite your ring finger between your teeth as you process his answer in your head.

He reaches for your hand on your lap, "May I?"

You nodded at him, permitting him to touch your hand.

He holds it up and observes it like your hand is a treasure that has been kept underground for centuries.

He compares your hand size with him, and you almost laugh at how his hand could engulf your hand in his, or maybe it's the alcohol you consumed that makes you loosen up around him.

Hyunjin slips his fingers in your hands next, then sighs.

"So perfect," he murmurs with his eyes looking at how perfectly his fingers fit in the spaces between your fingers.

When you think he would stop the moment he unclasps his hand from yours, he brings your hand close to his mouth, he holds it up and what he does next is unexpected.

He kisses your fingertips, one by one, with his eyes closed and mouth slightly parted open that you can feel his warm breath.

It never crosses your mind that you would feel his plush lips under your touch, and he kisses the inside of your hand next, "so beautiful," he beams with a sweet smile then place your hand on one side of his face.

He is so, so beautiful, and it hurts.

You close your eyes because he keeps drawing you in the longer you look, but then he kisses you, so softly then all at once.

You sigh because it feels like he satisfied the thirst you never knew you had, and his kisses are so sweet, intoxicating, like the wine you had earlier.

He holds your face like he wanted to do, and he regrets not doing it sooner, holds your face like you are a fragile piece of glass that could break if he holds it too hard.

"Let me have you," he breathlessly says against your lips.

You are not sure what he meant by that, whether he just wants you to satisfy his desire, or he wants to really have you.

You are sure it is the former, and for now, you are willing to give him that.

You let him hold you, kisses you deeper and harder, sucking the air out of your lungs until it burns and your head gets dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

You pull away just enough to catch a breath, and he slides his mouth down to your throat, you tilt your head up to allow him to place small kisses on the skin.

You slip your hand into his dark locks, silky and smooth, exactly like you have imagined in your head.

"Come with me," he whispers into your ear.

He withdraws himself off you, then gets up, holds out his hand out at you.

This feels like one of those moments where your choice would shape out your whole life, you look up at him, wide-eyed and slightly dazed.

You look at his face, then at his hand, tirelessly waiting for you to take it.

You take a look at his eyes once again, looking at you with a wistful gaze, then take his hand.

A hand that pulls you to step into another part of his life, a secluded one that he doesn't just share with anyone and lets you in.

His bed is unmade with the duvet making a pile on the center of it, you softly smile at him.

"This isn't part of your plan?" You joked.

"I didn't think you would really come," he responds.

You exchange a glance at him, and he grabs your hand, pulls you close against his body so he can kiss you again.

You take each other’s clothes off until there is none left to cover your body, and he impatiently roams his hands around your body along, whimpering at how soft you feel under his touch.

He tosses the duvet to the side before gently laying you down on the bed, stands there at the end of the bed just staring at your stark naked body on the white sheet of his bed, your cheeks blushing with your thighs pressed shut.

He thinks of so many things he wants to do to you, first, he wants to feel you all over. He sits next to you on the bed, a hand runs down to touch every part of your body.

He replaces his hand with his mouth next, kisses every inch of your skin with his plump, red lips and the wet marks he left on the skin, burning with desire.

You are barely functioning, you just lay there as he kisses you down and takes every searing kiss with your eyes closed while trying not to fall apart underneath him.

No man ever made you feel this way, so admired and worshipped, and the way his eyes tenderly gazing at you, makes you feel less insecure and safe.

Once he has done making a long trail of kisses, you pull his face close by his neck to kiss him, properly kiss him as you would to your lover.

He is far from being your lover, but you're willing to risk mistaking him as one, just for this moment, only for the night.

"I want to feel all of you," he says to you.

"I'm on the pill," you informed him.

And with that being said, Hyunjin let his hands roam around your body, freely and greedily, with mouths latching with yours non-stop.

His hand goes to your gushing core, tracing your folds, and lightly runs his slender fingers down your slit, wetting them with your arousal.

You sigh into his mouth when he starts circling your clit with his thumb then applies gentle pressures on it, making you arch your back to seek more friction.

With a careful move, he inserts one finger inside you, and he deems it not enough, so he adds another digit, two fingers inside you now.

You moan and let go of his kiss, eyes flicking to where his two slim fingers going in and out of you.

Hyunjin also watches how his fingers disappeared inside you, and he curls them, finding your spot to send you close to your climax.

Your hand flies to his wrist and tries to stop him but failing, quickens the pace that makes your toes curl and digs into the mattress.

"Gosh, I can feel you clenching around my fingers," he murmurs, close to your ear.

You turn your head at him and let him see how good he makes you feel.

"So beautiful moaning like that," he praises.

Your hand reaches for his arm and claws the flesh as the knowledge inside you tightens, then crashes your mouth with his to moan out loud into his mouth as you climax.

He kisses you back, open-mouthed, slobbering, and hungrily, pins you under him in a few seconds. Now that he knew how tight you feel around his fingers, he can't wait to feel you around his cock.

He teases your sensitive core from your previous orgasm with the tip of his cock, and you squirm, a few low moans slip past your mouth.

You arch your back, ready to take all of him inside you.

Hyunjin kisses you once again and keeps his eyes on you as he begins slowly pushes his length inside you.

His focus is torn between watching how his cock is buried inside you little by little or watching your face with your jaws slacked open from the immense pleasure of being filled by him.

Hyunjin lets out the most beautiful moan you ever heard, like a melodic tune when he fully bottomed out, and you pull your knees up to let him penetrate deeper and earn a loud groan from him.

"Oh, I'm going to lost it," he groans again, "you feel so good," he lowers himself on top of you, his mouth seeking solace on the crook of your neck.

After a moment of collecting himself by kissing you, he begins moving, thrusting into you, all the while his eyes bore into you and not breaking the eye contact even for a mere second.

Your breasts jiggling along to the hard thrusts of his hips against you, this is just your preferred kind of sex where two individuals are enjoying being inside each other and truly present in the moment.

He caresses your cheek, "what are you thinking?"

"Nothing," you answered because there's nothing inside your head right now but how good he feels inside you.

You put your hand on his neck and look deep into his eyes, "I can't think when you're fucking me this good,"

He smiles at you, then sink his mouth on you again, devouring your lips with his slobbering kisses as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

Hyunjin cums inside you right after you cum around him, and he holds you so tight as he places a kiss on your mouth.

And he tastes so, so sweet.

-

You don't expect him to contact you after you leave him early in the morning, and it's been almost a week now, if he is indeed looking for you, he would have already.

He got what he wants, either drawing you or having sex with you, he got both, therefore, he has nothing left he wanted to do with you.

Hoping he'd come and see you again will only be a waste of time, so you let it go. He's nice, good-looking, a talented artist, and the sex was good, you put the end right there and move on.

At the end of the week, your friends force you to come with them to the club because uni has been a pain in the ass, and you cave in.

You are never good at being in a crowd, the feeling of being surrounded by people makes you uneasy, and you don't bother of using a cigarette as an excuse this time, you just get up and leave for the emergency stairs that lead you to the rooftop.

There are a few people in there, smoking and chatting, probably avoiding the crowd as well. You head to the corner and lean forward against the concrete barrier that lets you overlook the city, it feels nice when you feel the night spring air brushes your face, enveloping you in a warm invisible embrace.

"You need a lighter?" A voice asks.

You turn around to see him, standing just a few feet away with his hands deep in his jeans pockets.

"I don't smoke," you replied.

He tips his head to the side, "then that time...?"

"I needed an excuse to get out," you explained.

"Ah!" He nods repeatedly.

He walks up to you and stands next to you, looking out at the city view with its city lights like pinpricks against the dark of the night.

"I'm disappointed to find you were gone in the morning," he sadly says.

You can't ignore the fact that you did feel bad for leaving him that morning, especially remembering how you stayed there looking at him lying face down against the mess of the bed, like a fallen angel.

"I just thought that there's nothing left to see in me anymore," you honestly answered.

You hate to sugarcoat anything, if the truth is that bitter then take it like a big girl. And the truth is, there's not much he can see in you anymore, he had seen everything.

"Then why am I here looking for you?" He asks.

"Well, it took you days to finally find me," you subtly sneered.

"Because I have to finish the drawing first, so I have something to show you,"

You turn your head at him, at his beautiful face that you can't get enough of looking at, he doesn't have to invite you to make you come with him, he exceeds your expectations by appearing in front of you, therefore, you have nothing to doubt about him anymore.

"Let me see it," you said to him.

It takes only a few minutes of drive to get to his studio, and he lets you, holding the door open for you.

He leads you to the piece of drawing placed on an easel, he must have just finished it because the pencils are still scattered on the table nearby.

"Shouldn't you be closing my eyes and leading me to the surprise?" You said to him.

He snaps his head in your direction, "should I?"

You lowly chuckle, "It's too late for that,"

Your first instinct when you see the drawing is to touch it, it feels so real and alive, then when you truly see it, you wonder if it's really you, the person on the drawing.

He stands behind you, close enough you can feel heat emitted from his body.

"Why did you leave that day?" He suddenly asks as you admire his drawing.

"Were you scared?"

You withdraw your hand from the drawing, "A little," you honestly answered.

It's better to avoid something, avoid feelings and the misery that comes with it, sooner than later. You don't care about being called a coward, loser, have a commitment issue, you'd rather be the one leaving than the one who's being left.

"Would it scare you if I tell you how I really feel?" He asks as he comes in closer behind you, his chest against your back, heaving with every breath he takes.

He puts his hands on your arms and stays there, he buries his nose in your hair that you feel his warm breath on your scalp.

You hear him sigh so low, like the sound of the wind.

"When I told you to let me have you, I meant it," he says with his hands moving down to meet your hands and clasping it together with his on your sides.

"And I'm going to say it again,"

Your heartbeat quickens, out of rhythm, out of control, and you wonder how you still function when you think you're about to get a cardiac arrest.

Hyunjin puts his head next to yours and turns his head slightly to the side, mouth close to your ear.

"Let me have you," he says to you.

Your skips a beat, no, you believe it skips two beats, you died for two seconds that you grip his hands to take you back to life again

It's not a question, it's a plead, a plead tinted with desperation and hope at the same time.

Hyunjin takes your hands and crosses them in front of you, then hums with his mouth on your neck.

"Will it scares you that the moment I say yes, you cannot escape me?"

You turn your head at him and meet his face, "It'll be an honor to be stuck in your maze," he says.

He opens his mouth then captures your lips in a dazzling kiss, a kiss that knocks on your chest and breaks your heart open, a kiss that sets everything in motion.

Even though it's not the first time he does it with you, that doesn't stop him from taking his time to adore you, admiring your body, touching you, and caressing you with such loving.

He takes your hands and kisses each fingertip, ends it with a kiss inside your palm.

And you close your hands when he finished, hoping you get to keep all his kisses inside your fists.

He plants his hot mouth on your cunt, encourages you to move your hips against him as his tongue incessantly laps your gushing core.

You put your hand in his hair and gently tug at it, a little too hard when you cum on his mouth.

He settles himself beside you on the bed, kissing you with his hand fondling your breast, "have a sweet taste of you," he says against your lips.

And you get a taste yourself on his lips and how it arouses you even more that you lick the rest from around his mouth.

He pulls away just enough to leave a little space between you, "do you like the drawing?"

"You make me look so beautiful in it," you said even though it doesn't answer his question.

"That's how I see you," he says with a hand cupping your jaw. "You're so heavenly," he praises along with a peck on your lips, "so divine," he adds with a peck longer than the previous one.

It would be easy to believe his words if he isn't as beautiful as he said you are.

His beauty prevails anything and anyone you have ever laid your eyes on, it's ethereal and otherworldly.

It makes you wonder, whether he's really yours or you make it all up in your head as you stare into his two dark orbs of his eyes.

"Are you even real?" You asked him in utter disbelief.

He smiles, and instead of replying, he asks in the same, utter disbelief, "Are you really mine?"

You kiss him this time, so hard until you are convinced that it's real and that he isn't fragments of your imagination.

You believe Hyunjin put intimacy above anything, sex isn't just physical for him, it is bonding and trust, a union of not just two bodies but also two souls. You can feel it through his attentive touches, the tender gaze, the gentle kisses, and when the pleasure gets too overwhelming for him, his hand reaches for yours on the bed to clasp it with yours.

You both cum around each other at the same time with his forehead pressed on yours, and you hold him, his body goes rigid as he releases his seed inside you with eyes screwed shut.

He holds you close, not leaving even an inch of space between your bodies as you both drift to sleep with blissful smiles on your faces.

-

A hand grips your wrist when you're about to get off the bed.

"Are you leaving me again?" Hyunjin asks with eyes closed.

You softly chuckle, "You want me to pee on the bed, then?"

He sleepily smiles at you, "you have one minute to get back here,"

"Better hurry then!" You said.

He finally lets go of your hand and starts counting down from 60, slurring his words in the process.

You put on his shirt and head to the bathroom successfully return to the bed in the last four seconds.

He gleefully smiles when you get under the duvet with him again.

He kisses your lips along with a caress on your cheek, "let's get back to sleep," he says.

You wake up late to the sun is already high up in the sky as you see through the window. You slowly get up, and the duvet slides down your body, revealing your naked body underneath, and see Hyunjin sitting on a chair across from you.

"Morning," you said to him, hugging your knees on the bed.

He flashes you a scintillating smile that his eyes form into two crescent moons.

He puts his sketching book away and crawls onto the bed to kiss you on the lips, "Morning," he says back.

"Coffee?"

"Yes, please," you said.

He pecks your lips once again, "I'll get you a cup,"

He returns with a mug of steaming coffee and hands it to you, which you gladly take and wrap your hands around it.

"Do you mind if I finish my drawing?"

You shake your head, "please, proceed," you said to him.

He gives you a quick peck on the lips before sitting on his chair, continuing his drawing.

You sip your coffee while watching him as he glances up at you once in a while, just like usual, there's a crease formed between his eyebrows when he is concentrating.

"Is this how are we going to spend our time together?" You asked.

"You staring at me while I'm watching you draw me,"

He shot you a smile, "is this boring to you?"

"No," you quickly denied.

He puts his sketching book away and sighs, "should we go somewhere?"

"I don't mind staying in," you said to him.

After showering together, Hyunjin takes you on a trip, somewhere he refuses to tell you until you get there. It takes an hour to get there by train, when you arrive at the station, you stop by a diner to have a quick lunch.

He takes you on a walk with him holding your hand, Hyunjin brings his camera with him, and he would stop to take a few pictures of something that interests him.

He takes you to an art gallery, the building itself is so artistic, and when you enter, you look around in awe at how pleasing everything is to the eyes.

Hyunjin leads you to a part of the gallery that hung a lot of paintings on its wall, and you already guessed what he is trying to show you.

"You take me here to brag?" You playfully said to him.

"Yeah, sort of," he replies with a smirk on his face.

You look at the series of paintings on the wall, they're painting of flowers and each painting has slightly different color hues in it, but they oddly make one beautiful gradient of colors, it looks good if they're hung separately or put together as one, either way, it's beautiful.

There's the signature of his name on the right bottom corner of the paintings.

"These are the first paintings that I ever sold," he informs.

He grabs your hand and stands next to you, looking at the paintings together in silence with the same admiration.

"Anemone," you muttered.

"How do you know?"

"My mom is a florist," you shortly replied, "I know the names of flowers by heart,"

"That explains why you look like one," he praises with a smile on his face.

His eyes catch the light and they crinkle like they hold the stars in them.

"And that's also why I never received any flowers in my life," you sadly said.

"Never?" He asks in disbelief.

You shake your head, "Never,"

"I sell them and send them for someone else," you added with a low laugh.

You get quiet to stare at the paintings again, takes a closer look, and see each of his gentle stroke on the canvas, it's amazing how all those strokes of paint can create such a beautiful piece of art.

You put your hand on the small of his back, thumb lazily rub the clothed skin, "this is so beautiful," you said to him.

You can see talent once you see it like this person was born to do this, and Hyunjin was born to be an artist.

"You are so talented," you said again.

"Thank you," he mutters then steals a kiss on your lips.

Finished looking around the gallery, Hyunjin takes you to a bakery shop and buys you a bag of donuts with icing sugar on it.

You take a big bite since the lunch you had was hours ago, the white of the powdered sugar stuck to your lips and around your mouth.

Hyunjin laughs at you but stops you from wiping the mess with your hand.

"Let me do it for you," he says, then kisses you, collecting the powdered sugar with his lips, tongue faintly licks in between.

He finishes with a sweet kiss on your lips, "there you go,"

You take another bite and intentionally make a mess on your lips again.

But Hyunjin only laughs and hands you a stack of tissues this time.

You take a stroll around the city and go to the hill where you can see the view of the sunset over the city, in which Hyunjin cannot stop taking pictures with his camera and sneakily take your pictures without you knowing.

You have dinner at a restaurant near the train station and eventually, fall asleep on Hyunjin’s shoulder on the train back home.

He wakes you up when you arrive and let you rest for a bit more in the taxi, holds you by putting an arm around your shoulder, "you must be tired, mmh?"

You don't answer but nestle your head on the crook of his neck, seeking his warmth even though you're not feeling cold.

He takes your hand on your lap and intertwines it with his, "we'll be home soon," he mutters with a kiss on the top of your head.

Once you get back in his studio, you are fully awake and decide to take a warm shower to wash the day away, Hyunjin joins a while later and helps you wash up your body from the suds.

"Can I borrow your clothes?" You asked him as you dry yourself with a towel.

His hand reaches to untie your bathrobe, "Actually, I want to have you naked on the bed," he says.

He pulls you to sit on his lap with him only in a towel, his dark hair wet and drops of water dripping from its ends.

"Is it okay with you?" He asks you as he pulls you close to hold you, putting his arms around your body.

He parts your bathrobe open and lays a hand flat on your sternum, "I need to feel all of you, skin to skin," he says to your face.

This is the kind of intimacy you never experienced before yet he makes you feel comfortable doing it, moreover, you like having his hands on you, comforting you with his touches.

"Okay," you replied to him.

Hyunjin also takes his towel off before joining you on the bed, he doesn't waste time putting his hands on you, touching you with such care, and kissing your skin.

Knowing that you had a well-spent day makes you happy inside and out, makes you feel content and oddly at peace like you're right where you wanted to be.

You fall asleep carrying those feelings with you.

In the middle of the night, you feel Hyunjin’s hands tighten around you, and you turn your head to meet his, "I want to be inside you," he says.

You kiss him on the mouth to let him know he got your permission.

His hand goes to palm your sex until it's wet enough for him to penetrate you, he lifts one of your legs on the bed then slowly pushes his length inside you from behind.

Even with your head party fogged with sleep, you can't ignore the pleasure of being filled by him.

Hyunjin rubs your abdomen as he keeps pushing his cock so deep inside you and lets out a low groan so close to your ear when he fully bottomed out.

He kisses your neck and jaw, "you feel so good, love," he murmurs into your ear.

He does nothing but goes back to sleep with his cock buried inside you.

Hyunjin catches you again trying to leave in the morning, "you need to stop this habit," he mumbles with eyes closed.

"I didn't mean to sneak out but I need to go," you explained, "I have class today,"

"But it's still," he pauses to glance at the clock on the bedside table, "It's 6 am,"

"I have to stop by my place and change my clothes," you reminded him that you haven't changed your clothes in two days.

"Wear my clothes," he offers.

You softly chuckle as if his clothes wouldn't engulf you whole, "I'll be back here after class, okay?" you said to him.

He stays on the bed with a hand prop against the mattress, you can see that he's not willing to let you go.

"Get back soon, okay?" He says to you then kisses the inside of your hand.

"I will," you come to hover above him, cup his face to place a kiss on his plush lips

"Bye," you said as soon as you let go of the kiss.

-

When you're away from him, you feel like you're going back to reality, back to your boring, strenuous, dull life, and your assignments are piling up, waiting for you to start working on them.

And Hyunjin always needs you around, even though most of the time you spend with him is watching him drawing or painting, and once in a while, he would come up to you for some cuddles and kisses.

You also learn that he is always late for his meals, oftentimes, you have to stop him from working on his art and tell him to eat, you are more than happy to take care of him, but only as far as he lets you.

He's a grown-up after all, and you are not obligated to raise him cause you're not his mother.

And then it becomes a habit, being with him.

A dangerous yet delightful habit.

You feel like a fish out of the water when you're not with him, and you're aware of how wrong that sounds.

You realize that you took part in creating this, but you can't help it, you just want to gravitate towards him, revolves around him as much as he treats you like you are his sun.

There are also times when you just can't help it, you just get this sudden urge to meet him that your feet unconsciously lead you there without you intended to.

Once he opens the door of the studio, you throw yourself at him.

"Why aren't you in class?" He asks as he wraps you around him.

"My class got canceled," you answered.

You look up at his beautiful face that endlessly fascinates you and kiss him, letting him know that you come here for him and that you want him to touch you, kiss you, and more.

You steer his body to the sofa until he plops down onto the sofa, then sits on his lap, straddling him.

Sensing that you are being needy, he smiles at you with his hands holding your face, "tell me what you want," he says.

He kisses you so softly, wet and warm on your lips, "what do you want me to do to you?"

He takes your hand and does what he likes to do with your hands, kisses the fingertips.

"You want me to take care of you?"

His lips graze your hand that he holds close to his mouth as he speaks.

You place a kiss on his lips, a long, dizzying kiss that takes your breath away, then sighs into his mouth.

"I want to have you my way," you said to him.

He moves his hands down to grab you by the waist, "I'm all yours," he said with his eyes looking into yours.

Hyunjin has successfully made a fool out of you, you can't think of anything else when you're with him, but him, he makes you crave his presence in your life, he makes you addicted to his touches and kisses, and without all that, you feel like living while holding your breath.

His existence in your life has come to a great extent, it's paramount.

He looks up at you, watching your face with your jaws slacked open and breathless moans spilling out of your mouth.

Hyunjin’s eyes lower to where your cunt slides up and down his cock then snaps his eyes back up to where your hand kneading your breast that invites him to touch the other one.

"So beautiful, my love," he murmurs at you.

You look down at him and flash him a dreamy smile, lowering your mouth on his again with your hands on his shoulders as you keep moving against him.

Hyunjin drags his mouth down to your neck, making a trail of slobbering wet kisses down your chest until your breasts are right in front of him.

He takes them into his mouth in turns, sucking on the flesh and using his tongue to swirl around your nipples, making them hard and wet.

You can't decide which one is more arousing, you fucking him in the middle of the day or his eyes locked on how your cunt taking his cock with his hands steadily keeping your skirt scrunched up around your waist.

"Hmm yes, love," he coo, "so good,"

With his sweet praises echoing in the quiet room, you pick up the pace, bouncing on him harder and faster, with him putting his hands on your waist, preventing you from falling as you move at a sloppy pace.

"So close, I know you're so close," he breathlessly says.

Sweet nothings spilling out of his mouth as a way to encourage you to keep moving.

"The way you clench around me," he murmurs, "you're going to make a mess out of me,"

You bury your head into his neck and sink your mouth onto the skin, muffle your moans as you climax, cumming around him but keep the motions of your hips going, to ride out your high.

He holds you close and kisses the side of your face, "you're so beautiful," he whispers into your ear, "so beautiful cumming around me like that,"

You kiss him passionately and slowly grind on him to give him a chance to cum inside you, intentionally clenching around him.

Hyunjin smirks as he catches on to your intention, his hands firmly grip your waist to move you against him again to the pace he prefers.

You don't care about having crescent marks on your flesh, you are too fucked out to worry about such things.

Hyunjin bucks his hips from under you and eventually, earn his high and cumming inside you.

He pulls you by your neck to kiss you, open-mouthed and slobbering wet.

You glance down at the clock on the wall and notice you only have less than a half-hour to get to your next class.

You place a haste kiss on his lips, "I have to go," you said to him.

You quickly kiss him again to prevent him from complaining, then carefully pull out of him, you gasp at the sudden hollowness inside you but feel so full at the same time.

Hyunjin’s jaws slack open seeing the white of his cum dripping down your thigh, and you put your underwear back on without wiping the mess first.

You pick up the rest of your clothes on the floor and put it on, all the while Hyunjin watches you while sitting naked on the sofa with his cock wet and softened at the dissipating pleasure.

"Did you just use me?" He jokes as he pulls his jeans back up and zips them close.

You shrug as you button your shirt, "Maybe," you playfully replied. You frantically gather your things around the room and put your shoes on, "I'll be back later," you said to him.

Hyunjin gets up from the sofa to get a kiss from you before letting you leave again, he so badly wants to make you stay and perhaps go for another round.

For the rest of the day, Hyunjin smirks with his mouth slightly parted open for every time he remembers how you walk around with his cum inside you.

-

Hyunjin cannot stop drawing you.

And yes, the first time he met you, he thought you have beautiful hands, but that was before he saw the rest of your body before he could put his own hands on your body and touch your skin, how soft it feels under his touch.

Before he saw the shape of your body against the white bed sheet, the way your waist dipped, how your toes are smaller than his and curls when he touches you the right way, the noises you make, and the curve of your smile that resembles a bright crescent moon.

He believes you are made of lovely, heavenly things only.

When you wake up from the bed with the sun shining down on your naked body, he feels like he is in one of those moments where life imitates art.

Your long hair tousled and fell on your shoulders, a few strands covering your chest, the white duvet pooling around you resembles the foam that gave birth to Aphrodite, and you are a goddess to him, for you always mesmerizing him in so many ways.

Botticelli's The Birth of Venus comes to life right before his eyes.

He has done countless drawings of you but none close enough to depict how beautiful you are to him, and he probably will never be able to.

These past few weeks have been anything he truly wanted from sharing a life with someone.

He likes that you rarely talk, but once you do, it always overflows with charms and warmth, he likes sharing the silence with you but still being able to communicate by body gestures and simple touches.

Sometimes he needs to be alone, in his own space and stuck in his head to stimulate the creativity in him for him to be able to start painting or drawing, and most of the time, he needs your intervention, to reel him back to reality and comfort him.

You understand all of these needs of him without him needing to say a word.

And he thinks he is so lucky to find someone like you!

Knowing that he gets so protective of you and wants to have you just for himself.

This morning, you come up to him and hug him from the back, peppering his shoulder with sweet, gentle kisses.

"I'm going to meet some friends for lunch," you said to him.

He doesn't reply but continues working open a can of paint.

"Will you come with me?" You ask him, putting your chin on his shoulder with your hands around his waist.

"But it's okay if you don't want to," you said again even though he's not responding to any of your words.

Hyunjin can get too sensitive sometimes, and he refrains from saying things, not before he filters it through his mind first to avoid saying things he didn't mean.

"I can't," he finally replies, "I have to start on the new painting,"

You place a soft kiss on his neck with your hands feeling the firm abs under the fabric of his t-shirt, "alright then, I'll just go by myself," you said.

You move your hand to his chin and angle it towards you to kiss him on the lips.

"I'll come back soon," You promised him.

He kisses you back for a brief moment to finally let you leave for the bathroom to shower.

You put Hyunjin’s shirt that you wore to bed into the laundry basket, then turn on the water, test the temperature by holding out a hand under the shower.

You get startled when you hear someone pull open the shower curtain with so much force, and turns out, it's Hyunjin.

And before you can say anything, he splashes you with a can of yellow paint, and it gets all over you, the paint dribbling down your body.

"What is wrong with you?" You snapped at him.

He doesn't say anything but takes off his t-shirt then gets in the shower with you, he picks up another can of paint and splashes himself with it, paints his body blue.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked again with your hands held up in the air, still slightly shocked at what he had just done to you and himself.

"I won't let you leave until we both turn these paints green," he answers.

You sigh and glare at him, slightly upset, but when his hand reaches for your cheek, smearing the blue of his paint on you, you soften almost immediately.

"You can just tell me you don't want me to go," you grumbled at him as he pins you to the tiled wall.

He gently kisses your lips for a few seconds and pulls away, eyes staring into yours, "where's the fun in that?"

He pushes his body against yours, mixing the paints through your bodies and hands, mouths constantly latching onto each other.

His hands make handprints on your body as well as marking it with his mouth as he is nipping at your neck, sucking on the flesh until reddish marks bloom on your skin.

He puts you under the shower and washes your bodies together with the warm water, he triumphantly smiles seeing all the marks he made on your skin when paint washes down, the base of the tub filled with green-hued water swirling down the drain.

He continues by taking you to bed, where he makes love to you so sweetly under the afternoon sun.

Hyunjin usually indulges himself by keeping eye contact during sex, but this time, he flips you over on the bed then hurriedly runs his hand down your spine, admiring how beautiful you look from the back.

He fingers you from the back, shoves his long thumb into your hole with his mouth incessantly kissing the skin on your back.

With the pillow underneath your head, you grip the pillowcase in your hand when he replaces his finger with his cock, and you moan at how good it feels to be filled by him.

He doesn't necessarily have to move to feel the pleasure, just having his cock inside you is enough for him, well, until you clench around him.

That, he cannot control, and his body reacts on its own.

He begins moving to eventually reach your sweet releases together with his body on top of you and hands laced together on the mattress.

He turns you over on the bed and lets you face him with his face only inches away from your face, then slowly presses a kiss on your lips ever so softly.

He rubs your cheek with the back of his hand and looks into your eyes, "I love you," he mutters to you.

You put a hand on his face, "I love you," you muttered back even if it scares you, the way he loves you.

There are two reasons why it scares you: First, you're afraid you can't love him back as much, the other reason, and what scares you the most is that he will tire himself out one day if he keeps on loving you this much, with such intensity, almost obsessive even.

You can only imagine the unbearable pain that comes with it, and you hope you will never get to experience that.

-

The next day starts with him touching you, drawing you close against him on the bed, spooning you, and peppering your neck with small kisses.

A hand on your stomach slowly inches closer to your breast to eventually cups it in his hand, kneading on the flesh with his fingers playing with your hardening bud.

You turn your head to the side to meet his, with your sleepy eyes, you capture his mouth in yours, your hand reach down his body and easily find his semi-hard cock behind you.

He pinches your nipple with his finger so hard, making you yelp against his mouth, and he smirks in return.

You grumble and break the kiss, but he likes you sulking adorably like that, he does the same thing to the other nipple to earn the same reaction from you.

"Hyunjin," you grumbled again.

He laughs on the nape of your neck, "who tells you to be this beautiful, mmh?" He asks with a hand cupping your breast and softly squeezing on it.

Hyunjin can't have enough, lifts one of your legs like he usually does, then pushes his length inside you, painstakingly slow and making you feel every inch of his girth entering you.

You take his hand and put his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them as he keeps pushing the remaining of his length inside you.

He grabs a handful of your ass cheek in his hand when finally bottomed out, softly groaning close to your ear, then presses a kiss on the skin behind your ear.

"Always taking me so well," he cooed at you.

He slowly thrusts into you with a hand rubbing the back of your thigh, keeping it lifted on the bed to penetrate deeper.

"We can't stay in today," he suddenly informs.

You pull his fingers out of your mouth with a sigh, "huh? Why?"

"I got invited to this thing,"

You turn your head at him and bring his face close to kiss him, "you want me to come with you?"

"Of course," he shortly replies.

He kisses you again with a hum against your lips, "I want to show you off to everyone," he says.

You chuckle at his answer, "I'm not an object,"

"I know," he says, "but I want to let everyone know that I have the most beautiful lover,"

Because the word girlfriend sounds obnoxious to him, and he's romantic like that.

You smile at his praise and feel a knot tighten inside you.

Hyunjin groans against your lips, "You just clenched around me, love,"

"You like it when I praise you like that, mmh?" He asked you.

You don't reply but sheepishly smile at him, pulling him for another lingering kiss.

"I happen to have a lot of praises for you," he playfully remarked.

"Where should I start?" He sighs and considers his options.

He clicks his tongue in defeat, "Uhm... every part of you is beautiful," he praises.

You catch his chin between your thumb and index finger, "stop saying such cheesy things early in the morning," you complained, then kiss him.

He takes you to an art exhibition of one of his friends, in which he introduces you and to other people he is well-acquainted with.

His friend takes him to introduce him to someone, "will you be okay alone?" He asked you.

"Of course. I'll wait here," you tell him.

You take the opportunity to walk around and see the art installations, see some paintings, and see his painting that hung against the blue painted wall.

"So, you're his new muse?" A voice says.

You turned your head at the source of the voice and see someone holding a glass of wine in her hand while looking at the same painting with you.

"Excuse me?" You said, just in case she was talking to someone else, despite you're the only one close enough to hear it.

She turns her head at you, "what did he tell you when he first met you?"

You don't say anything but carefully observe her in silence, a tall beautiful woman with dark hair, she is wearing a flattering dress that accentuates her body shape.

"When he first met me, he said I have the most beautiful eyes," she adds,

"I'm sorry?" You asked again, completely fazed by her remark.

"I saw you coming with Hyunjin, so I assume you're together," she finally explained.

You stifle a nod, "yes, we're together"

And she snickers, "I'm sorry," she quickly apologized, "it's just that I never thought he would be having a girlfriend again,"

You turn to face her, confronting whatever she is trying to say or do to you, "And you are?"

"You can say that I'm his former muse," she answered.

"Oh, so you're trying to make me jealous?" You bite back at her.

"Jealous?" She asked in disbelief.

"I've been with him before you. Why would I be jealous?"

You tip your head to the side, fully confused with what she is trying to tell you, "what are you trying to say, really?"

She sighs and holds her wine glass down, "I'm trying to tell you that he's not an easy man to be with," she answered.

"Once he's done with you, he'll search for a new muse,"

You scoff at her remark, "Why would I believe you?"

"You're tough," she sneers, but it is not time to praise you.

"But be prepared to bleed,"

She takes a sip of her wine then says, "just saying," before leaving you there alone.

No matter how much you try to shrug her words away, the harder it gets to shake them off. You flinch when Hyunjin returns by looping his arm around your waist and kissing your cheek.

"Did I surprise you?" He asks.

You sigh with the warmth of his body enveloping you, "Nothing, I was so immersed in your painting," you told him, slightly lying to mask your insecurities.

He puts his other arm around you, holding you from the back with his chin on the top of your head, "what do you think?"

"It's beautiful," you answered.

"Just like you," he adds, then kisses the top of your head.

The funny thing is the longer you look into his painting, the sadder you get.

You hold on to his hands to soothe you down, to ward away the fear crippling inside of you, and try your hardest to convince yourself that everything is alright and going to stay like that.

He holds you so tight at night, knowing that you wouldn't be able to stay with him for the rest of the week since you'll be having your exams.

The timing comes at the perfect time because he too has a deadline to finish his paintings for his next exhibition.

His touches that always work to lull you to sleep seem to lose their magic that night.

He senses that you're unusually restless that he places kisses on your bare shoulder while rubbing your abdomen with his big hand.

"Are you okay?" He asked you.

You softly sigh and put your hand in his, "I just can't sleep. Maybe the pre-exam stress?" you playfully remarked.

"There's no use to stress about things that haven't happened yet," he said, "you end up stressing about them twice,"

And he is right, there's no benefit in fussing about things that haven't happened yet and probably will never happen, you end up manifesting those awful things, and you don't want that.

"You'll do great," he assures you along with a kiss on your cheek.

There's nothing sexual in his kiss, but somehow it's more sensual than the sex itself, maybe it's the sincerity in it, the words that came before it, and the assurance he gives to you.

You feel so loved and safe, you get so convinced that everything is going to be alright.

You turn around to face him on the bed and look at his beautiful face, radiant even in the dark of his room, you realize that all you need to do is focus on things that matter to you, him.

"You'll do great as well," you told him.

"You're going to finish all those paintings," you added with a finger tracing his narrowed jaw.

"And you're going to do great on your exams," he says back with a smile.

You kiss him with your heart overflowing with gratitude for him, then bury your head in his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat to finally fall asleep in his embrace.

-

It had been days you'd been away from each other.

On one side, you're happy you get to have a little space for yourself, but on the other hand, you're afraid that the space you put yourself in will only drive you further away from each other.

Added with the fact that the words from his former girlfriend lingering in the back of your head like a broken record.

You went to his studio right after you were done with the final day of the exam, unlocking his door with the passcode he gave you, then get inside to find him talking to a guy you had never seen before.

You stay in the distance since they're engaging in a serious talk, you catch parts of their conversations, something about his paintings, the exhibition, it seems like this guy wants Hyunjin to finish his paintings before the deadline.

Hyunjin spots you lingering in the kitchen and tells you to come, you obey and walk up to him.

"This is my agent," he introduces you to the guy.

You shake his big, meaty hand and introduce yourself.

After a moment of some light talks, he leaves with Hyunjin sending him on his way.

You wait in the middle of his painting studio to see his unfinished painting on the easel, you touch the visible stroke of his paintbrush on it and feel the roughness of it under your fingertips.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't pick you up at the campus," he says to you as he closes the door behind him.

You turn on your heels to face him, "it's okay, I'm just glad the exams are over," you sigh.

Hyunjin stops on his way and takes steps backward, "wait, I have something for you," he says.

He goes to the fridge and pulls out a bouquet of flowers, smiling while carrying it to you.

"I bought it this morning, and I'm afraid it would wither so I keep it in the fridge," he explains, then hands it to you.

You look down at the red roses, as red as the blood that rushes to your cheeks, making you blush, then looks up at him to flash him a smile.

You can't explain why but you feel a burst of mixed feelings brewing inside of you.

"You said you never received flowers before, and I want to be the first to do that," he says.

Your eyes start brimming with tears, you believe it is caused by the mounting stress and the fears of losing him finally getting the best of you, and with him showing his love like this melts your misery away in an instant.

"Why are you crying?" He asks you with his fingers lifting your chin so he can look at you.

You shake your head, "thank you," you muttered, "I love this,"

He brightly smiles then pulls you into a hug, "you must have been so stressed,"

He pets your head endearingly while you close your eyes with one side of your face resting against his chest.

"What about we take a bath together, mmh?" He suggests.

You look up at him and sniffle, "I'd love that,"

He kisses your forehead, "Okay, I'll have the bath ready for us,"

Hyunjin fills the bathtub with a bubble bath with calming scent in it, he gets in first then helps you get in after.

He holds you with a hand across your chest, splashing your skin with the warm bathwater, and softly washes your body with his attentive hands.

He rubs your thighs under the water, gently kneading on the flesh, glides his hands along your sides to your chest, a hand angles your head to plant a kiss on you.

"Feel better now?" He asks.

"So much better," you answered with a dreamy sigh.

You get so sleepy after the bath and perhaps it is because all the pressures has been lifted off of you.

You lay on the bed facing each other with Hyunjin caressing the side of your face affectionately while looking into your half-shut eyes.

"Your eyes are barely open," he says.

"I'm so sleepy," you mumbled.

He softly chuckles, "go to sleep then,"

You sleepily smile then place a quick peck on his lips, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight, love," he murmurs back, then takes your hand in his, bringing it close to his mouth to do that thing where he kisses your fingertips.

You think you dreamed it, but when you wake up in the middle of the night, Hyunjin is nowhere on the bed next to you.

You sit up on the bed, from the bedroom door that he left ajar, you see the sliver of his silhouette in the studio working on his painting.

It crosses your mind to walk up to him and accompany him as he paints, but you realize you can't do much, you might be a nuisance for being there.

You lay back down on the bed and sleep.

-

Hyunjin takes his art seriously.

It's his body and soul.

When you see his paintings, you'll see how much he put himself in them, like he puts a piece of himself in each of his paintings.

That's how much it means to him.

That's also why he gets sensitive when he's working.

You try not to disturb him when he's in element, not even when you see he hasn't eaten his lunch yet. You still check on him once in a while, replace his empty bottle of water with a new one and remind him to eat his meals.

You have been going to bed alone for the past few days, and when you see his sketchbook on the desk, it has been left untouched.

You take a look to see the drawings he made of you, you flip the page to see the drawing of your hands, your feet peeking out from under the blanket, the one where you're sleeping on the pillow, and you realize he had drawn you so many times without you noticing.

Even though you have to go to sleep alone to bed for these past few days, you feel his warmth from the drawing he had done of you.

What you're worried about is the fact that he's getting less sleep every night.

But turns out, that should be the least of your worries.

Because the next day after you're back from campus, he is gone.

He left his phone in his bedroom, no notes, he is just gone. You cheer yourself up by thinking maybe he takes a walk or goes somewhere to clear his head, you wait until evening comes by pacing around his studio.

You fall asleep around midnight, curling up on the bed clutching your phone just in case he tries to contact you.

You wake up at dawn and hear the rustles from the studio, find Hyunjin is working on his painting, you sigh in relief and almost cry because of it.

You come up to him and hug him from the back, you don't care if this will irritate him.

Hyunjin does the opposite, he puts his hands on yours and sighs, "I'm sorry for leaving without telling you,"

You rest your head against his back with your eyes closed, "I've been waiting for you," you sadly said.

"I need to clear my head," he explains.

You nod repeatedly, "can we go to bed now, please?" You pleaded.

Truthfully, you hate being a needy, clingy partner, but you really need to be held by him, you miss his touches, his warmth, to put it simply, you need his presence around you.

"Okay," he agreed.

You take his clothes off for him in which he eventually takes them off himself, it's the rule that he made himself to always come to bed naked.

You get on the bed and wait for him to join you under the duvet, you don't waste time laying yourself so close to him, feeling his smooth skin against yours and sharing some warmth.

You overlap his body with yours to kiss him, placing kisses on his body like he would do to you as a way to comfort him.

You climb on top of him then put your legs on each side of his then sit up to straddle him on the bed.

You grind on him, making yourself wet, then take his hands and put them on your body, kneading your breasts along with his hands.

When you're wet enough to take him, you get up just enough to position his cock under you, align it with your hole, then slowly ease yourself down around him.

You let out a breathless gasp when he's fully inside you, you tilt your head upward.

"This is my happy place," you hummed with a blissful smile on your face.

Hyunjin can't find you more alluring than this, truly enjoying having him inside you, and he also can't deny how much he misses being inside you, your velvety walls wrapped around him, tight and warm.

You lay down on top of him, kissing him hungrily on the mouth, savoring his plush red lips like there's no tomorrow.

"I feel so much better," he sighs with a dreamy smile, "this is exactly what I need,"

He then holds you close and lays his hands flat on the small of your back, rubbing your skin up and down your sides and his mouth placing fluttering kisses on your face.

"You're what I need," he adds.

You smile at him, then nestle your head in his neck, glad that he's back to the Hyunjin who passionately loves you, and loves you still.

And when you think things are back to their right places, you are wrong.

The disappearing, the going somewhere without telling you, and leaving his phone at home getting more frequent as the deadline of his paintings nearing in, it has happened for a few times now that it worries you.

He still has one painting left to do, yet his canvas is still blank, pristine white with no speck of paint on it.

You sigh, understand that he must be having an art block, that's why he needs to get out of the studio, to refresh his mind and get inspired to paint again.

He'll come home late at night, continue painting until he gets tired, then sleep, collapsing next to you on the bed.

No kiss goodnight, no fluttering little touches that he usually does to send you to sleep, he just lays down, closes his eyes, then sleeps.

A part of you is glad that he finally finished his last painting, but the other part of you got sad seeing him working so hard, exhausted and worn out.

You let him get more sleep when you wake up in the morning, get to the kitchen to make breakfast, and brew some coffee.

You notice his bag on the kitchen island with his things spilling out of it, pens, pencils, and books cluttering around.

You place them back inside the bag, then take his book out to see what he's writing in it.

Of course, he doesn't write, he draws on it, from flowers, ducks swimming on the pond, a tree, a building, then a pair of hands in which you guess is yours, then an unfinished drawing of a face.

"You didn't wake me up," he says from the doorway of the bedroom.

You snap your head up and quickly shove his book back inside his bag, "you need to get more sleep," you told him.

"I can't. I have to meet my agent today," he says, then walks up to you in the kitchen.

"Do you want me to go with you?" You offered.

"No," he shortly replies.

You can't hide your disappointment, whether at his quick reply or that he doesn't want you to come with him.

"It'll be a boring meeting, and I won't be long," he explains with a hand cupping your cheek.

You nod at him, understand that maybe the reason why he doesn't want you to come along is that perhaps it's strictly business.

"I'll cook breakfast," you told him with a small smile at him.

He pecks your lips, "thank you, love,"

Hyunjin always keeps his words, but when you glance at the clock and it's past dinner time, and the dinner you have prepared for you two has gone cold that you reheat again to eat it on the dining table alone.

Hyunjin comes home when you're about to tuck in for the night, he barges into the bedroom and collapses onto the bed. He crawls on the bed to hug you, burying his head in your neck, then kisses your cheek.

You catch a hint of alcohol in his breath, "you've been drinking, huh?"

Hyunjin pulls away then lays on the bed next to you, "my agent insists on taking me for some drinks and I couldn't say no," he explains.

Hyunjin starts unbuttoning his shirt but failing since he's slightly drunk that his cheeks redden from the alcohol.

You shift on the bed to help him unbutton it and even lift his body to take the shirt off.

"You said you won't be long," you meekly said.

Once again, you hate being sounded like a clingy girlfriend but the disappearing and the didn't keep his words have pushed all the wrong buttons in you.

Hyunjin let out a long sigh, "the meeting took hours, and I-"

He sighs again, then turns over, lying facing down on the bed, "Actually, can we continue the talk tomorrow? I'm so tired," he says.

You slouch down the bed and lie on your side with your back facing him, wide-eyed and can't sleep, you get off the bed and head to the kitchen, pour yourself a glass of water, and gulp it at once.

You see his bag on the kitchen island, you get curious and open his bag to see what he has drawn in his book today, at least, to get a clue on what's inside his head.

You flip to the page to the last drawing he did on it and see a drawing of someone, someone so beautiful with doe eyes and button nose then you flip to the previous page, it's the same drawing of the same person from the side, and you flip again, still the same person and it's the unfinished drawing that you had seen a few days ago.

The fear starts creeping up inside you again as his ex-girlfriend's words are becoming true.

What if you are just his muse?

That you are a person he uses to evoke inspirations in him, and soon you'll be replaced once you're not doing it for him anymore.

You drag yourself back to bed and lay down on the bed next to him with uneasy thoughts running through your head and making you stare at the dark of the room for don't know how long.

You feel a hand around your waist and drags you closer to him, he presses a kiss on your neck.

"Why are you wearing clothes to bed, love?" he mumbles to you.

You start unbuttoning the shirt that you're wearing and hang it on the headboard of the bed, settling yourself down next to him again.

He immediately pulls you close on the bed, kisses your bare chest, then rests his head on the skin between your breasts.

"My love," he sighs.

He takes your hand and puts it in his hair, "I miss having your hand in my hair,"

You comply with his request, softly combing his silky hair with your fingers like you always do when you cuddle him.

But even though he is lying close to you, it's not enough to calm the fear inside you, wild and uncontrollable like a raging storm.

-

"You're so quiet," Hyunjin says as he lays next to you on the bed with a finger tracing the round of your cheek.

"I'm okay," you assured him with a lazy smile on your face.

While in fact, you are not okay.

You have been living your days holding your breath, and you can feel your heart shrink the longer you keep it that way.

You retreat from talking since his exhibition is coming soon and he has a lot going on in his mind already.

"Should we go somewhere?" He asks.

You shake your head.

"How about I cook you something?" He offers.

You hold his hand on the bed.

"Is there anything you want to eat, love?" He asks again along with a caress on your head.

You don't reply but look at him looking at you back into your eyes and close your eyes when he swipes his thumb across your lips.

"I hate seeing you like this," he sadly says.

You feel bad for making him sad because of you, "I crave something sweet," you weakly said to him.

A smile blooms on his face, bright like a sunrise.

Hyunjin makes pancakes and stacks them on a plate, putting a big dollop of whipped cream on it with strawberry slices on top.

He puts a hand on your head then kisses the top of your head.

"Eat well, my love," he says to you as he places the plate in front of you on the dining table.

He watches as you shove a forkful of pancake into your mouth and quickly wipes the cream on the corner of your mouth with his thumb, "is it good?"

You nod with giddiness with a wide smile on your face, then take another forkful and feed it to him, which he gladly eat.

Hyunjin glances at the clock on the wall and sighs, "I have to go," he announces.

"You finish the pancakes, okay?" He kisses your cheek and gets up from the chair.

Once Hyunjin leaves, it's only time until the fear eats you up from the inside again.

On the day of his exhibition, you promised to meet him at the gallery instead of going together since you have to finish some of your college assignments first.

You clutch your purse anxiously when you step inside the gallery, holding your breath as you walk until you find him among the crowd.

He's radiance, almost blinding.

He smiles the moment he notices you coming his way he walks up to you to meet you in the middle.

He grabs your hand, "You're so beautiful," he murmurs.

You've heard him calling you beautiful so many times, and each time never fails to make your heart flips, "thank you!"

He kisses your lips hastily, and you quickly wipe the stain of your lipstick on his lips with your thumb.

"Congratulations!" You greeted him with a sweet smile.

"Thank you," he mutters and when he is about to plant another kiss, someone calls out for him from across the room.

"It's okay, you go," you told him.

"I'll get back to you, okay?"

You nod and watch as he walks to a group of people in one corner of the room.

You decide to get a drink from the table that serves a selection of snacks and drinks, take a glass of drink, and carry it in your hand as you walk to see his paintings.

You are surprised to see a painting of your hands made it to his exhibition, but as you look closer there's a faint mole on the back of the hand.

You look down at your hand in reflex to check if you really do have a mole but can't find any.

Someone accidentally bumps into you as you make your way to the next painting, making you spill all of your drink on your white dress.

"I am so sorry," the girl said.

You look down at your dress and see the big wet patch on the side of your dress, it's ruined but you can't do anything about it.

"It's okay," you meekly said without looking up at her.

You see the red high heels she's wearing since you keep looking down to avoid getting embarrassed with your dress ruined by the wine.

You quickly leave for the restroom to fix whatever you can with the dress, wiping it dry with tissue and the hand dryer, but they can only do much.

You walk back into the gallery and head to Hyunjin to see if you can borrow his jacket or something, but find him talking to a girl.

From the red shoes you spotted earlier, she's the girl who bumped into your earlier. You keep walking but slowing down as the girl slowly turns around on her heels to finally reveal herself to you.

She's her.

She is that person Hyunjin drew on his book.

Then the mole on the back of her hand.

And she is just as beautiful as his drawing, so beautiful that you feel so self-conscious about your appearance.

You walk backward and eventually make your way out of the gallery, keep on walking and walking until you don't know how you get there.

You take a taxi home, back to your place, and curl up on the bed, a crying mess in the dark of your room.

You see your reflection on the mirror across you, you lying on your side with tears in your eyes, and in a time like this, you regret opening your heart, let it be hurt.

You've been loving him at full speed, and now you're forced to abruptly stop. Can you imagine how fatal the crash would be?

Your heart hurts so much that you fisted the sheet under your to hold it in, biting in your choked sobs and swallowing it all, a big bitter pill down your throat.

Your eyes snap open to the banging sounds on your door.

"I know you're inside," he shouts behind the door, "Open the door!"

You know it's him, he must have sensed something is wrong with you suddenly leaving the gallery without telling him first.

"I won't go before you open the door," he shouts again with another series of banging on the door.

You reluctantly get off the bed and walk to the door, you take a deep breath before pulling it open.

Hyunjin dashes inside the moment you open the door for him, doesn't waste his time to confront you, "why are you leaving like that?" He asks you, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

You stand there facing him, in the middle of the small living room of your apartment, "and it's okay for you to keep disappearing but not me?"

He comes up to you and holds your face in his hands, "I thought you understand me, " he sadly says.

"What I don't understand is why you draw some other girl," you said to him.

Hyunjin scoffs in disbelief, "so this is about me drawing another girl?"

You are aware of how petty you sound right now, but you're way past being pathetic.

"I-" you pause to take a deep breath.

"I've been trying to figure out what am I to you? Am I just a muse to you? A model for your drawings? Someone, you sleep with?"

Your voice is trembling from the emotions building up inside you.

"I honestly don't know, Hyunjin," you sadly said to him with your eyes closed as if they would prevent the tears from falling.

"Look at me!" He orders you.

Hyunjin put his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him, and he looks into your eyes, red and pooling with tears.

"How dare you say you're just someone I sleep with?"

You can feel the bitterness in his words when he uttered it right to your face, "you mean so many things to me that I can't put a word for it," softly says, "you are everything to me," he emphasizes on the word everything.

But his words only make you cry harder.

He holds you close, steers your body by slightly lifting your body against him, then sits you down on the end of your bed.

He kneels in front of you, hair tousled with a few strands covering his face, a crease between his eyebrows and eyes looking up at you with a mix of concern, anger, and sadness in them.

"What are you thinking? What makes you think you mean so little to me?" There's an edge to his voice like he could break into tears at any moment.

You keep closing your eyes to stop the tears, but it's a fruitless effort, "I thought you don't love me anymore," you get breathless at the end of the sentence as the lump in your throat clogs your windpipe.

"My God," he sighs, "I made you feel that way?"

You keep crying into your hands as the tears won't stop streaming down your face.

Hyunjin rests his head on your lap with his hands around your waist, you can feel every rise and fall of his chest for every intake of his breath, and he stays like that for a moment.

He snaps his head up, puts your hands away from covering your face, then looks up at you, "I hate myself for making you feel that way," he says in such a low voice that you mistake it for a whisper.

"I am so sorry," he says as he holds both of your hands in his.

You get even sadder to the fact that you are the one who accused of him things, but he's the one who apologized to you.

"I will do anything to prove how much I love you," he says, pressing his lips on your knuckles.

When you look into his eyes, filled with so much sincerity in them, you feel ashamed for ever doubting his love.

"What can I do to make you feel my love?" He asks, then presses his forehead against yours even though you are a crying mess right now.

"Please stop crying! My heart aches to see you cry," he begs.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down, and Hyunjin helps by rubbing your neck with his hands.

He leans in and kisses you.

ou return the kiss, slowly and softly, closing your eyes as to not spill any tears again.

"I love you," he says against your lips.

He catches your chin between his fingers and forces you to look at him, "do you hear that?" He asks you.

"I love you," he says again.

You stifle a nod.

"I don't care if you don't love me back," he says, "I love you," then kisses you again, he's whimpering against your lips as if it hurts to kiss you.

He pulls away to place kisses on your face, on your neck with a hand that steadily holds your jaw, and you give in to his will, tilt your head to let him access your neck.

"Take your clothes off for me," he orders as he puts his mouth away.

"I want to show you how much I love you,"

You obey, get up from the bed and start stripping your clothes off one by one then lay down on the bed as he instructed you.

Hyunjin also takes his clothes off then climbs onto the bed, he looks down at your naked body, flustered under his lustful gaze.

He kisses every part of your body affectionately from head to toe, every kiss is longer than the previous one, searing and burning, hot to the touch.

He flips you over on the bed so he too, can kiss the back of your body, from the crook of your neck to your calves.

This is the kind of intimacy you can't just get anywhere, it's beyond, it's not just his mouth all over your body, it's the way he appreciates and admires every inch of your body.

He turns you over on the bed to face him, hurriedly places a kiss on your mouth passionately, he gasps when he let go of the kiss.

"I want to make love to you," he says.

And he's the only one who can say such romantic things, but you don't find it phony or annoying, because you know he meant it with all his heart.

His hand moves to your abdomen and lays his hand flat there, "I want to fill you with a part of me," he says to you.

You nod at him, surrendering yourself at him and to his will with your hands turned up on the bed.

Hyunjin slowly kisses you down your chest as he settles himself between your legs, a hand tracing your folds, teasing your gushing hole with his fingers.

He doesn't break eye contact with you from the moment he gets inside you, making you even more naked than you already are.

You look at his face, hovering right above you, a crease between his eyebrows and a thin layer of sweat from the endless thrust he does against you.

He groans with his eyes screwed shut that he slows down his pace, almost losing it at how good it feels being inside you even though it's not the first time he did it with you.

"You're so good, love," he says to you.

"I love you so much," his voice quivers with the emotions the words carry in them.

And you can feel it too without he needs to say a word.

"Hyunjin?" you called him.

"Yes, love?" He asks you with a tender gaze.

"I love you so much," you muttered to him.

A tear rolls down your cheek the second you let the words out.

It's scary saying those words, and you figure because it's true, also because your love for him overpowers the love you have for yourself.

Hyunjin closes his eyes to let the words sink in, then sighs.

"And I promise never doubt your love for me again," you said to him.

"I don't want you to promise me that," he says.

He holds the side of your face with his hand, "I know that I can be difficult to be around with," he says to you, "I can be sensitive and annoying and stupid,"

"But I want you to promise to always stay with me," he begs.

And it's something you want and can provide for him, giving your everything to him, you want to be needed by him as much as you need him.

"I promise," you answered without the slightest of doubt.

Hyunjin sighs in relief, he feels like he has just accomplished something far bigger than his life, that is you.

"I love you so, so much," he says to you, then places a gentle kiss on your lips, tangles his hand in your hair, and deepens the kiss, for he can't get enough of the taste of you.

Hyunjin drags his mouth down your neck, and you turn your head to the side, catching the reflection of yourself on the mirror.

It's fascinating how you see yourself crying a while ago, and now, you see Hyunjin making love to you in the mirror.

Hyunjin angles your head at him to kiss you on the lips, "I love you," he says again with his lips grazing yours as he speaks.

"I love you," you said back with so much confidence in it this time.

You exchange a loving gaze with each other then lean in for a kiss.

Now that you had a taste of how great the pain that comes with your love is, you feel something shift in your relationship, you don't know what it is, but you hope it's something better.

One thing for sure is his kisses taste different.

He tastes so bitter yet so sweet.

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🌷mdni, this post contains smut, dirty talk, f rec, slight grinding, edging, semi public shtuff eep, hyunjin is a big tease like always (babies get caught too omg).

🌷WORDS ! 1.6k

🌷note. my brain really needed a museum date, (still do, anyone up for it? jk) and honestly, after those recent skz posts? i needed this written, for my sanity. this is the first time writing this theme? enjoy lovvies. feedback is always appreciated !! not proofread don't @ me

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“now, we’re moving on to the next piece, which is the replica of the lovers II, originally made in 1928 by rene magritte, a oil on canvas, depicting two individuals locked in an embrace. as you can see the figures are kissing one another through the veils, being situated in a room with a black wall, a side wall, and it has the ceiling showing…” the gallery assistant addresses the group of people of all ages, but hyunjin didn’t pay too much attention. he couldn’t, no matter how much he tried. his eyes were on you.

now, if he came another time, when he was less distracted, he would’ve paid so much more attention than currently, but today especially, you were all he could see, and focus on. coming to a commercial art galleries was a good idea, he thought, for a date. what he didn’t think was how tuned out he would be, since the moment he saw you in that dress - a plain blue sleeveless dress, with soft frills at the hem, and in your hand was a denim jacket. the way you half-jogged to himthe door closing right behind you. a teeny bit of your thighs being exposed to him made him groan inwardly.

“hi baby, sorry i’m late,” you huff, joining hyunjin and the crowd, slipping your hand into your boyfriend’s, your fingers loose in his. he presses a kiss to your hair, his hand tugging you closer by your waist just as the assistant speaks again, her voice slightly hushed, but echoing in the other side. “you can explore the exhibit by yourself now, do let me or my colleague know if you need help with anything at all.”

“i still don’t understand why we’re here, babe,” hyunjin mumbles when you pull him towards one of the paintings near the exit. “i thought you're the only art i needed in my life." your hand slips out of his, laughing at his statement, as you press a small kiss to his cheek, moving closer to the painting in front of you. “so cheesy, aren’t you?” “what? i’m just being truthful here,” he pulls you back to him so your back is against his chest, his breath slow and warm on your skin.

hyunjin pulls away, turning you around to face him, his eyes wandering all over your face, while a hand reaches into his jacket pocket, bringing something out, and you look at him, confused. your hand moves to rest on his chest, smoothing out the small creases on his jacket material. “quite dressed up aren’t you?” you smile, just as he holds out a navy blue box in between the two of you. “what’s this?” you whisper, fingers moving nimbly to open the magnetic lid it had. “open it,” hyunjin hums, a small smile resting on his face, watching you fiddling with the lid to see the content inside - a pink dainty single flower necklace sat at the bottom, and you let out a gasp, running a finger across the delicate object and the details all over it. “do you llke it?” hyunjin asks, and you hug him, pulling his body close to yours, your fingers wrapped around the nape of his neck, as you feel him nuzzle his nose into your neck. “i’ll take that as a yes then,” he chuckles, when you turn around, asking him to help you with the necklace.

his mind roams around how pretty you’d look with that necklace when he first bought it, but it always made him go back to the thought of how much more prettier you’d look with only the necklace around you neck - and nothing else. your skin bare, just that single simple flower resting on your body, as his fingers explored your skin, touching you delicately with his fingers, trailing small butterfly kisses to your skin as he did so, until he moved to your centre, imagining himself resting between your legs for all his life.

“how does it look?” you question, breaking him from his thoughts, and he focuses back to reality. instead of replying he drags you by your wrist toward the exit, opening the door and letting you walk in front of him, his hand resting at the small of your back.

“hyunnie, where are we going? i just got here, and there’s so much i want to see -” you start, only for him to pull you to him, his lips on yours almost immediately, his fingers curling around your neck, his other resting on your waist, gripping the dress material tightly in his fingers. you moan into the kiss, leaning into him even more, like you were high on him and kisses, like you needed his kisses to live.

your eyelids flutter when he pulls away, licking his lips, a small laugh leaving him when he notices your eyes still closed, his thumb caressing your cheek, making you look at him. “you still want to go back?” he asks, laughing when you shake your head, because clearly it didn’t look like you wanted to head back into the gallery. “we can go another time,” you suck in a breath, your fingers wrapped around his wrist, and now you’re dragging him to the slightly dark alleyway right behind the gallery, letting him pin you against the bricked wall.

hyunjin rests his head on your shoulder, his lips resting on your skin, giving you shivers, even when it wasn’t really that cold out. his earlier thoughts return and he decides to be truthful, lifting his head up back to look at you, his fingers reaching to twirl a strand of your hair. “you know what i want to see?” you shake your head slowly, eyes trying so hard to focus on the boy in front of you. god, he's pretty. “what?”

“you wearing that necklace i gave you.” he leans in close, his mouth right at your ear. “and nothing else.”

you whine in response, just as hyunjin presses closer, his hips nudging yours, your body flattening against the wall behind you. he returns his hand on your hip, squeezing you there, fingers crushing those pretty blue frills of your dress, and you let out a sigh. “and you know what i want to see?”

“what, love?” he pushes, his voice light like he’s holding back a groan from the sight in front of him. his hand moves from your hip to trace your thigh, and a moan leaves your body as you spread your legs just a little, wanting him to rest his hand on you once again, wanting him to touch you where you needed him the most.

“words,” he continues, lifting the hem of your dress just enough for him to slip his hands right above your bundle of nerves. “i want to see you wear this vest, while you’re inside me,” you manage, pushing your hips in his direction, your fingers pushing past his jacket, touching the vest he wore on top of his shirt. the way your body was moving for you, instead of your mind, was kind of embarrassing, you thought.

“am i not already doing that, baby?” hyunjin smirks, “touching you, i mean. i know i’m going to fuck you later on when we get home, but am i not touching you, pretty thing?”

“want more,” you smile, leaning back against the wall, your fingers brushing the front of his covered crotch, making him let out a small “fuck” when you did so. “i know you do too.”

“not here, baby. i want to take my own sweet time with you and your body, and watch you become a mess for me,” hyunjin collects himself, standing straighter than before, bending his knee slightly to nudge your legs apart, pressing upward so it was directly under your covered pussy, making you whimper in the process. “though i wouldn’t mind you making a mess right now, actually. i’m sure you wouldn’t mind too, doll.”

“but what if we get caught?” you whine out again, from the pressure his knee was applying to your wetness, making you slowly grind against the pant he was currently wearing. “doesn’t look like you mind getting caught, hm?” hyunjin’s hands extend to grab your waist, helping your hips move against him, your hands reaching to hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his back.

“this was supposed to be a wholesome date, but look at you, so desperately rubbing your pretty pussy against me,” hyunjin snides, trailing his fingers to your arm length, and his fingers graze your chest while doing so. he lets a single finger hook under the strap of your dress, while he clenches his muscles, applying some more pressure while you rub yourself on him. “so desperate that you can’t hold yourself back just for a couple of hours hm?”

“you’re the o-one that dragged me out here,” you mutter, biting your bottom lip, holding yourself back from letting any sound leave your lips. “oh and now you’re talking back? do you like when i tease you just like this? not letting you come on -”

“hey!”

an unfamiliar voice interrupts him from continuing, and hyunjin moves away from you a little, letting your dress fall back to cover your thighs. he turns his head in the direction of the voice, only to see a middle aged man, wearing an expensive suit, with a woman at his arm, both with shocked looking faces, more like irritation. hyunjin smiles at them while you fix your hair, smiling at them as well, a small “sorry” leaving either of your mouths.

“kids,” hyunjin heard the man mumble before he left, with who seemed like his wife, which made you laugh, and you slip your arm under your boyfriend’s again.

“do you wanna get back inside or do you think they’ll kick us out?” hyunjin asks, his voice gruff, straightening his jacket, his hands helping you fix your dress next. “i think i would rather you let me orgasm now,” you roll your eyes at the boy in front of you, which makes him laugh, walking you both to where he parked his car. “seems fair, baby.”

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"you look inviting," you smile, crawling toward hyunjin who lay on your shared bed, his fingers clutching a book, as he fixes his glasses with his other hand.

"do i now?" he smiles, setting the book down next to him to look at you.

"you can get comfortable if you want," hyunjin whispers, watching you settle between his thighs, your hands on either side of them, before straddling the boy under you, until you're on top of him, your body inching closer and closer, your legs wrapping his waist, almost trapping him in between.

"so pretty, aren't you?" hyunjin mumbles, letting his hands rest on your thighs, running his fingers along your bare legs. you hum out a response, moving your hips while being on top of him, shifting just a little more so your clothed pussy was directly on his stomach. "but also so so needy, it's just 10am, doll. wasn't last night enough?" hyunjin asks, his voice almost a rasp.

"was more than enough," you agree, but your hips wouldn't stop, and before you realise, you find yourself grinding against your boyfriend, getting needier by the second. "and yet here you are, acting so needy," hyunjin finishes.

he sighs, his fingers now grabbing your hips, to help you, his nails digging into the material of your shirt, before he stops his actions completely.

"since you're already here, how about you get to work? finish what you started. you're not leaving here until i see a stain on my shirt hm? im not going to help you, you're doing it by yourself."

"but—"

"no buts, baby. you started it. now be a good pet, and fucking finish the job."

note. see, i was going to not publish this, but oh well. @h0neyspaceplant was the first one to see it, and now im embarrassed. BYE.

can't wait

°꒰ the thing between roommates ─── b.chan & h.hyunjin. ꒱

| pairing: chan x reader, hyunjin x reader

| warnings. contains smut, mentions of watching porn, f and m rec ( includes blowjobs, fingering, etc ), teasing, and more which will be in the actual fic.

| words. tba

| synopsis. one's your roommate and the other is his best friend. you've been holding off for so long. but what happens when they hear you, and want to have their fun?

| preview | let me know if you want to be tagged !!

"you misheard me."

"no one mishears a whine, doll. now tell me what you were doing before i caught you," chan whispers as he leans against the doorframe of your room and looks at you. your eyes stare back at the figure in front of you, while still being on the bed, acting like nothing actually happened.

"i'm telling you, i didn't whine," you start to protest, a sigh leaving your tired body as you try to sit up straight. "it must've been something else." chuckling, chan walks into the room and sitting down on the bed next to you. "then you're watching porn and wishing it was you instead that was being fucked that good?" he raises an eyebrow at you, watching you squirm in your place, his eyes following the movements of your thighs pressing together at the mention of 'being fucked that good.'

it was fun teasing you like this, he thought to himself. knowing what words get to you, what actions he does makes you groan inwardly and he's seen it before. no matter how much you tried to hide it from him, or even his best friend hyunjin, who was always over - they noticed it. all of it.

"i didn't say that -"

"yet you didn't deny it, did you?" chan pokes.

"would you rather i bring hyunjin in here and get you to open that pretty mouth of yours? such a brat aren't you?" chan sighs, shaking his head a little before tilting his head to look at you, his body is almost close to yours, you realize - closer than you ever thought you could get. sure, meaningless hugs and cuddles from chan when you got drunk didn't count. it never did. but this? this was a whole new level for you, even for the boys.

"i'm not being a brat, stop calling me that," you reply, clearly frustrated by him and also because you were stopped mid-orgasm when you were so close. another minute and you would've gotten out of the room. it was all because of that leather jacket he wore. why did he have to look so good? why did he have such attractive friends, which made it so much harder for you to focus on work, making you mix up orders?

"oh, i never called you that. i'm merely just observing your..." chan pauses, taking a minute to soak your expressions, posture, and movements, before letting his eyes rest on your face, a smirk forming on his lips. "...reactions to my words. seems like you want to be called a brat. you'd like it, hm? being called a brat. i wonder what else you'd like, pretty thing."

chan stands up, adjusting his sweats before turning around to look at you. "i suggest you come up with some answers quickly before i get back home. maybe even watch that dirty little porn you were watching," he looks around a little, finding your laptop tucked under your pillow, which was hastily pushed to the side. a smile rests on his face, thinking in his head that he in fact knew what you were doing. "maybe touch yourself a little, hm? play with that pretty little cunt of yours before hyunjin and i have our turn, yeah?"

when chan said that sentence, it shouldn't make your core throb in the way it did just now. it shouldn't have made you want him even more - maybe want both hyunjin and chan at the same time.

"thinking about our fingers inside you already?" chan says, interrupting your thoughts, making you look at him in embarrassment. "go ahead, pup. i won't stop you. tell us about that porn, use your words, and we can make your wet dreams come true, yeah?"

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it's gonna happen

tattooartist!tattooed!hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

desc: y/n isn't too happy her dad marrying so soon to his fiancée. at least she as her childhood 'friend', hyunjin be her side.

warnings: SMUT!, unknown feelings of abandonment, dad is a cunt to hyunjin, reader being unsure ab dad's whole relationship, talks of boners, hyunjin being horny for the reader, dry sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral(f. receiving), praise kink, mirror kink/sex, slight hair pulling, creampie, small scene of aftercare

wc: 10.5k+

a/n: I'm finally done with my hyunjin fic! man this a big boy. but I hope you enjoy it! I honestly so proud of myself for writing 10k words.

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you can't be serious right?" I asked last night. hearing the news that they were getting married. my dad put down his fork, "Y/N, I'm being very serious right now. we talked about it, getting married is our next step." he said. "you guys have been dating for what- five months. I hardly know her still, I don't feel comfortable with this." I said, standing up from the table and so did my dad, as his new fiancée just sat there. "Y/N, this is something that is happening. you can't just run away from everything." my dad said loudly, as I turned to leave the dining room, "I need to clear my head." was the last thing I said before going to my room.

a few days after my graduation from college, my parents got a divorce, it was mutual and came out of nowhere. my mom told me to stay with dad so I wouldn't have to move so much stuff, which was the wrong choice. the last day I saw her was when the court finalized the divorce and that same day she got her stuff and said goodbye to hyunjin and his family. I stayed in my room and watched from the window as she left. I never saw her again, no calls, no texts, no visits. like she forgot about me, that hurt so much.

it was just me and my dad in the house, till his new girlfriend, marilyna, moved into our house. she's okay, made my dad happy and all but everything was happening so quickly…and suddenly he started to change. instead of being the man I once looked up to as a kid with big smiles and lame dad jokes, he was more cold, blunt, and rarely ever smiled- especially to me.

so many thoughts and questions were running through my head, especially ones about my mom. thinking of how I should have just left with her. everything was interrupted by a call from my phone. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw hyunjin calling me. why would he call me now? can't he see I'm having a moment. I sighed and looked at his name for a second.

hyunjin and I have been neighbors since we were little. our parents being best friends, having kids around the same time. most people would think it to be great. one couple could watch the kids for the night as the other had a date night and vice versa. we were only 'friends' because of our parents. as little kids, we enjoyed each other's company. playing tag, hide and seek, doctor, you know the basic kid stuff. nowadays, I wouldn't call us friends, but we are always there for each other. as we got older, hyunjin looked more like the bad boy stereotype, though he wouldn't hurt a fly, maybe sass someone off but that's about it. I was just the same me, just much older who lives next door. my dad hated the way hyunjin turned out and always nagged my mom about it.

the years of middle school and high school came and went, I went to college to pursue what I always wanted and hyunjin…I really didn't know where he went for the first 2 years of college. I didn't find out until I went to get my first tattoo and found him working there. he was the one who did my tattoo as we talked about what we did over the years. hyunjin said he still lived with his family but he was rarely ever home. at the time he was still an apprentice, but he loved putting art on people, especially his art.

I rolled my eyes and swiped to answer the phone. "yes hyunjin?" I said in an annoyed tone. "you alright?" he asked. I lightly shook my head, "yes, I'm fine. why did you call?" I asked as I looked at the pictures of memories on my wall. "are you sure you're fine, because you've been pacing for the last 3 minutes." he said. I stopped what I was doing and looked out my window- where the blinds were halfway up, to see hyunjin sitting at his desk…that was right in front of his window. I sighed, mentally face palming my head, as I looked down for a second. looking back up, my eyes met with his. "I was just told some news I didn't really like." I explained as simply as I could.

he put down the pencil he was holding, "wanna enlighten me of what it is?" he asked. I walked closer to the window, "my dad's getting married to marilyna really soon." I explained a little more. "haven't they been dating for 3 months?" he asked with a weird face. "5 months if you don't include the one month they met." I said. "how soon is the wedding?" he asked. "no wedding per say, but they are going to the courthouse to get it legalized." I said as I remembered what my dad told me. I pulled over my chair and sat in front of the window.

"I mean, don't get me wrong. I do believe you can fall in love with someone in a short time and be engaged…but marriage to me just seems kinda soon, in my dad's case anyway. like if they were to get married in the next few months to a year or so. I would probably understand more." I rambled as I placed my hand in my hair to play with it. hyunjin leaned back as he nodded his head. though he was far away, I could see the glint in his eyes. a look I knew too well. "what's your idea?" I said in a monotone voice.

"I think you need a drink."

I knocked on the back door for hyunjin to let me in. I wrapped my hands around my bare arms, trying to warm myself up. I didn't think it would be so cold, boy was I wrong. a few seconds later, hyunjin unlocked the door and opened it wide. I stepped in and slipped my shoes off. hyunjin motioned his head to follow him to the kitchen.

"you're sure we aren't gonna wake your parents?" I asked, as I sat on the breakfast bar. "oh I'm sure." hyunjin said with a laugh. "why'd you say it like that?" I asked, followed by a loud moan. I snapped my head to their door then back to hyunjin with wide eyes. "yeah, they still go at it like wild rabbits. they’re still so in love with each other." hyunjin said, opening the freezer. he pulled out a full bottle of hard liquor I didn't know the name of and grabbed two shot glasses, placing them in front of me.

he opened the lid and poured one for each of us. he slid me one and grabbed his own. I looked at him and brought the drink up to my lips, throwing my head back. the liquid felt like fire hitting the back of my throat. I placed the glass back on the table. "jesus, it's fucking strong." I said as I made a face. hyunjin finished his shot, making the same face. "yeah." he forced out. I was about to say something when a loud smack followed by another moan. "can you guys be a little more quiet!" hyunjin yelled. "are they always this loud?" I asked. "yep, usually they warn me, but tonight they didn't." he answered simply. it makes sense why he's rarely home.

"anyway, what are you gonna do about the marriage?" he asked, leaning on the counter. "I can't stop it. it's gonna happen, whether I like it or not. I just hope my dad is making the right choice." I said, looking down the empty glass. "how do you feel about her?" hyunjin asked as he poured me another shot. "I haven't really hung out with marilyna since she works. a lot. which isn't bad, she does really well with her work. it's clear that she loves her job. we just haven't had the time to fully get to know each other. what most girls would call, a 'girls day'." I said, bringing up my fingers to do air quotes. hyunjin laughed at that, "ah yes, the classic 'girls day', that's always the best way to get to know a person." hyunjin said with a smile.

as the minutes continued, hyunjin kept pouring till the bottle was about halfway empty. "I think that's enough for tonight." he said, slapping the top back on and placing it back where he got it from. I nodded to agree as I felt slightly tipsy. he turned back to me and laughed. "not used to strong alcohol?" he asked with a smile. "yeah, not much of a drinker but a drink every once and awhile is good." I said, stretching my arms above my head. "understandable." hyunjin said with a yawn. I’m sure he hasn’t rested in awhile, spending most of his nights at the tattoo shop.

"okay, well I'm going to go and let you get some sleep. I need some myself." I said, standing up. hyunjin nodded as he followed me to the back door. once I was ready to go, I looked back and gave him a smile. "thanks for tonight." I said, before stepping out and heading home. "goodnight." I heard him say out the door. "night!" I yelled back.

I woke up to the sun in my eyes, being bright as ever. "fuck you sun." I mumbled as I got up from my cozy bed. how dare the sun interrupt me and the lovely dream I was having, though I had already forgot what it was about. I think it was something about john cena and dodge ball, eh. I pulled the curtains closed and went to lay back in my bed. I sighed as my head hit the pillow and closed my eyes. I was halfway asleep when I heard a small knock on the door. "yes?" I said, not moving. the door opened and followed by the sound of someone walking in my room.

once the door was closed, I felt someone sit on my bed. I turned my head and opened my eyes to see marilyna. "hi." she said with a small smile. she was already ready for work. "hi." I said in a tired voice. "I want to talk to you about last night. is that okay?" she asked. I nodded my head as I rubbed my eyes. "I know that what was said was a lot to take in for you. I understand what you mean by feeling uncomfortable and not knowing me well enough. which is my fault since I work a lot and not really trying to get to know you or being busy with your father, basically neglecting you. my mom did the same thing when she divorced my dad and married the woman she loved." marilyna said, playing with her fingers. I sat up so I could give her my full attention, wanting to hear her out.

"I was only 13, they dated and got married faster than me and your father have been together. I was angry and confused about why she did it so fast. I couldn't understand how you could be someone so fast and easily get married to that person you've barely known and even haven't lived with them yet. I knew my mother was happy with her wife. it took me years to accept everything, till I was already living out of their house." she said, looking at the wall now.

"I didn't fully understand till I met your father. everything seemed to fall in place, like I met my best friend, my soulmate. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's true. I love your father dearly, I know you see that. I don't want you and I to end up like what happened to me and my step-mom. I want to build a relationship with you, if you'll let me." she said, turning her head to me. I thought about what I was going to say, I couldn't think of an answer so I looked at my hands. "my next day off from work is saturday. if you'd like to get to know each other some more, I would love that. you don't have to tell me now, just let me know okay." she said, standing up.

"okay." I said, nodding my head. she smiled at me before checking her watch. "I gotta go, I'll see you later." she said, opening the door and exiting my room. once my door was closed, I took a deep breath and fell back onto my bed. I know I should get to know her, but i don't think that would help me accept them marrying so soon. even more thoughts entered my head, making me more confused and less sleepy. "dammit." I said, sitting back up and reaching for my phone.

I opened messages and scrolled down to click hyunjin's block. I sent him a message about what happened. I saw he immediately read my message and began to type.

me: so my marilyna just left my room after talking to me ab last night. she wants to get to know me this saturday and told me a little ab her backstory.

hyunjin: omg! the girls day you talked ab is happening, so happy for you!

I could just hear the tone and laughter through the text, making me roll my eyes.

me: omg, you're so funny!

me: but should I really do it? yeah, I get to know her more but would that make me feel better ab them getting married so soon.

hyunjin: i really can't answer that for you, miss y/n. you won't know unless it happens.

hyunjin: call you later, if you want, rn I gotta finish this tattoo design.

with that I sent him an okay and clicked the power button on my phone. I won't know unless it happens. that is true. I closed my eyes and thought about what was going to happen saturday. if I agree to it, I hope it goes well. I checked the time on my phone as I plugged it back up. I had 4 more hours to sleep till I had to get ready for work. I got comfortable under my blanket and rested my eyes, awaiting for sleep to take me once more.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm going off. I shot up from my sleeping position with wide eyes. I rubbed my eyes and reached for to turn off my alarm. I pushed the covers off me and got out of bed. I grabbed my work clothes I always have laid out and headed to the bathroom. I turned on the water and stripped off my nightwear as the water was warming up.

after I was done with my shower and dressed for work, I braided my hair down. I checked the clock on my phone, I had to leave in four minutes. I pushed my phone into my pants and ran back to my room, grabbing my wallet and keys. I rushed down the hall and to the front door. "leaving for work?" I heard my dad say. "yeah, if I don't go now, I'll be late. later!" I yelled out the door, closing it behind me. I unlocked my car door and hopped in. my car was pretty old, so I have to give her time to warm up. I put the key in and let her do her thing for a minute. I turned on the radio so I wouldn't be in complete silence. I put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway.

okay let's go to work and get this day over with.

lunch break at work was the time to catch with my co-workers after not seeing them at all last week. we walked into the break room as we laughed at a joke someone said. we sat down and pulled out food from the takeout bags. there were four of us at our table, like usual. there was lee felix, kim seungmin, shin ryujin, and me. we formed a click as we all started working here.

I knew ryujin because she was my dorm mate in college and was majoring in the same thing. we became really close because of our love for wanting the same career. seungmin and I met each other in a coffee shop. technically, I ran into him. he was the one to tell me that his workplace was hiring new interns, basically helping ryujin and I get this job. felix was the person I was shadowing while I was an intern. he had been working there for 2 years before me.

we all became close very fast and it made me feel like I was in high school again. hanging out with my friends, just having a fun time.

"y/n, are you not going to eat?" ryujin asked, nudging my shoulder. I looked at her then back at my food. "yeah, just got lost in my head that's all." I said, taking a big bite out of my meal. seungmin looked at me with raised his eyebrows. I swallowed my bite and wiped the corners of my mouth. I told them all about last night and what happened this morning.

"you should definitely hang out and spend time with her. you always keep your mind open, why should this be the thing you close you mind to?" felix said, seungmin agreed with him by nodding. I shrugged as I took another bite of food. "don't know." I said, my mind was conflicted and genuine indecisiveness. "do it, y/n. what's the worst that could happen?" ryujin said, placing her hand on my shoulder. "you're just getting to know her, maybe have lunch together or go shopping." ryujin said. I looked down at my food, pushing my food to felix as I wasn't in the mood to eat anymore. I laid my head down in my arms.

felix is completely right. I'm always so open-minded and willing to talk but this. it felt different, a feeling I never really had nor could I explain. why am I being like this? I kept repeating in my head. why can't I just get to know her like any other person? it's just woman, who's engaged to my dad, that I should get to know. it should be easy. it would make my dad happy. no matter how many pros I made in my head, I still felt undecided. I want to try but not at the same time. why! I felt my anger rise at my own self, angry tears started to form.

"y/n." seungmin called out. I looked up at him as I wiped my tears away. "if it upsets you this much, try talking to your dad." he said. "oh yeah, so he can just yell at me again." I said, almost slamming my hands on the table. felix, who was still eating, jumped at the sudden sound. "sorry lix." I said as we made eye contact. I took some deep breaths. "okay, we can tell this upsets you, so let's not talk about it anymore. plus our break is over now." ryujin said, looking at her phone. "30 minutes is not enough to eat my food." felix said with his mouth full. "too bad, so sad. let's go." seungmin said, patting him on the shoulder before standing up.

I had four more hours before my shift was over. I sighed, knowing the next hours were going to go by so slowly. I followed my co-workers out of the break room.

true to my thought, the hours went by so slowly. sighing every 5 minutes or so. passing multiple clocks, checking the time each time. my thoughts were so occupied that I almost messed up one of the more major emails- but I quickly noticed it before I hit the send button. for the last hour, I sat in my mini office, doing emails. once I had finished the last email for the day, I logged out of my computer and stretched my arms over my head. time to go home I said to myself, picking my belongings and out the office to clock out. ryujin was waiting for me, like always.

“I’ve been standing here for two minutes, babe. you need to learn how to walk faster.” she said, pushing herself off the wall. “I’m sorry your royal highness, but you need to learn patience.” I answered back as I clocked out. “come on.” I said as I looped my arm with hers. making our way out of the building. the sun was already setting, making the sky look beautiful as ever.

once I had said my goodbyes to ryujin, I walked back to my car and that was when I saw hyunjin, walking on the sidewalk. blond hair pulled back from his face, black pants, white sleeveless shirt, and jacket around his waist with black shoes.

"oh hey hyunjin." I called out, waving to him. hyunjin looking up with a shocked look, like he just came out of his thoughts. he turned his head in my direction and saw me. "hey y/n!" hyunjin said, waving back. I walked over to him "you okay?" I said, to which he nodded as an answer. I took a closer look at him and noticed the bags under his eyes. “you didn’t sleep any last night, did you?” I asked him. he looked down and sighed, “not really.” he answered. “are you headed or coming from work?” I asked, looking around was his car. I knew the shop he works at is down the block from my work place. “oh, heading home. my friend was going to pick me up but he got busy.” hyunjin answered. “you can just ride with me, I just got off work. come on.” I said, heading back to my car with hyunjin following.

we were on the road, some popular song playing on the radio, in silence for a while. hyunjin was the first to speak. “have you decided if you’re going to have a girls day?” hyunjin asked, looking at me. “I’ve thought about it, well I got frustrated when talking about it to my friends at work, but I still don’t know.” I answered. “felix said something like I’m always open-minded and that I shouldn’t close myself off to marilyna.” I continued. hyunjin nodded, “yeah, you’re super open-minded.” he said. “thanks.” I said with a slight laugh behind it. “you’re welcome.” he said, smiling at me. I pulled into our neighborhood street and saw her car in the driveway. “oh she’s home early.” I said, as I pulled into the driveway. hyunjin unbuckled his seatbelt as I parked and turned off the car. we both got out of the car and closed the doors. hyunjin called out to me as I started walking to my front door. “do it, talk to her.” he said, before walking away to his house. I nodded with a straight smile and continued to the door.

I entered my home and locked the door behind me. I walked into the kitchen and saw my dad and marilyna making food together. they didn’t even notice I had walked in. I just stood there as I watched it play out. marilyna put something on his cheek and laughed, but that didn’t last long. my dad tried to put some stuff on her nose, but she backed up and tried to run, but he grabbed her around her waist. big smiles and laughter filled the open space. I smiled at it, but it faded away with triggered a memory of my mom and dad from when they were together. I felt tears come to my eyes for the second time today, but I blinked them away as marilyna saw me.

“y/n, you’re home.” she said with a small smile as my dad quickly let her go and went back to cooking. “yeah, um. I’m just heading to my room.” I said, pointing before turning around to leave. “are you going to have dinner with us or you gonna leave like you did last night?” I heard my dad say in a bitter tone. I frowned at the tone and sighed. “I didn’t know if I’ll be awake so just put a plate in the microwave for me.” I said, walking to my room. I heard hyunjin’s words and said fuck it in my head. I turned back around and called out to marilyna. she whipped her head to me, “yes?” she said. “I’ll take you up on that offer.” I said, making her wide smile. “okay.” she said, nodding. I gave a small smile back and went to my room for the night.

once I was stripped out of my work clothes and into new pj's, I hopped into bed. I opened my phone and shot hyunjin a text.

me: I told her I’d do it.

hyunjin: did it hurt?

me: no…

hyunjin: then there’s nothing to be afraid of.

me: goodnight, hyunjin

I rolled my eyes at his text and plugged my phone into its charger. I rolled over in bed and made up ideas of what was to come on saturday. hopefully it won’t turn out bad and I found out something that I don’t need to know.

from making make the days I missed from last week and talking to ryujin and hyunjin a lot, the week went by faster than I thought. I woke up around 10am on the dot. I got up and left my room to find marilyna. I found her in the living room, watching a movie in her nightwear. “hi.” I said. she turned to me and smiled. “hey, you ready for today?” she asked, sitting up some. I nodded my head and I pulled at the hem of my shirt. “okay, did you have anything in mind of what you want to do? I was thinking we could go to the new store that opened next to my work, then once the pastry shop opens, we can go there.” marilyna said, nodding along to what she was saying. “umm, I- sure, I don’t really know at the moment but if I see a place could we go in?” I asked with unsureness in my voice. “of course. go get ready, I should be done in about 35 minutes.” she said, turning off the tv. I nodded and went back to my room to get dressed for the day.

after picking a random outfit at hardly ever wear, I grabbed my wallet, phone and a hoodie just in case. I looked at myself in the mirror and pushed my hair out of my face. “everything is going to be fine. you can do this. god, I sound like I’m going on my first date in middle school.” I said to myself. I left my room and went to the kitchen to wait. I played on my phone, scrolling through tiktok. marilyna walked in with her purse with my dad by her side. he went to give her a small kiss, but I looked at the ground. “have a good day girls. be nice to marilyna, y/n. love you honey.” he said. I took a breathe in and nodded at his statement. we put on our shoes and headed to marilyna’s car.

we arrived at the new store called ‘puzzled velvet’ with mannequins in beautiful outfits, in the windows. I opened the store’s door and let marilyna go in first. it looked small, but had lots of styles to choose from. we looked around in awe as an employee came up to us. they weren’t in a uniform, but instead in their own style of clothing.

“hello, welcome to puzzled velvet. thank you for coming, I’m one of the co-owners, my name is paris. we have lots to choose from- as you can see. is there anything specific you are looking for that I can help you with?” paris asked with a big smile on her face. “no, I don’t think so. we are probably going to look at a bit of everything in here.” marilyna said, looking at me. I nodded and gave paris a smile. “okay, if you find anything and have a question, just come find me.” paris said, about to walk away. “oh by the way, that part over there. is the owner's own work of clothes they've made." she said, pointing to a wall of clothes next to the register. "okay, thank you!" marilyna said.

we walked all over the store, pulling all kinds of things and putting them up to our bodies. making small talk here and there with jokes and laughs here and there. this day is going good so far, I thought- which made me smile. we took our time looking at most of the shirts and jewelry. marilyna picked up a hat and placed it on my head. ”looks good you on you.” she said. I turned to the mirror to see how it looked on me. it was a dark gray baker boy cap with a chain across it. “its cute.” I said, fixing my hair to look nice under the hat. I pulled out my phone and took a photo of me in it. “you should get it.” marilyna said as I pulled it off and put it back in its spot. “maybe next time.” I said with a smile. marilyna pulled out her phone and checked the time. “oh the pastry shop is open, let’s go.” she said, getting excited. we made our way to the exit and said goodbye to paris. “I hope you enjoyed our store, have a nice day.” she said with a wave goodbye. we got in the car and head to the pastry shop.

we parked right in front of the old building. the pastry shop has been here for years, redecorating ever so often. it's a family owned place, passed down for 4 generations. right now they still had valentines day décor up. marilyna opened the door for me as I was greeted by the swift of many different smells of deliciousness. memories from college entered my mind, 10pm visits with ryujin as we tried to rush to finish our work before 12am.

we made our way to the trays of food to see what she wanted. I came up behind her and saw my favorite pastry. ayda greeted us as she wiped her hands off. she's been working here since her parents owned it and now it belongs to her. ayda is in her mid 40's, always has her black fluffy hair pulled into a bun and a bright smile on her face. "good, working a lot." marilyna answered. ayda turned to me and smiled, "what about you, hun?" she asked. "I’m good, back at work after not being there after a week because of my old car breaking down on me." I said. "well, that’s good. now, what can I get you two?" she asked, grabbing a pair of gloves.

"I would like to try the apple cheese danish." marilyna said, ayda nodded and looked at me. "I'll get a blueberry-cream cheese pastry!" I said with a big smile before turning to marilyna. “she makes the best blueberry-cream pastries.” I said. "coming right up girls, you two go ahead and sit down." she said, waving her hand. we smiled and thanked her as we headed to find a place to sit.

"did you see her nails? they're so pretty" marilyna said as she slid into the booth. "yes I did, she does them herself." I said, placing my things next to me as I sat down. “oh really?” she asked, I nodded my head. “wow, that’s talent.” she said. “I agree.” I said. we sat there quietly as we waited, which wasn't very long. "okay here ya go." ayda said, placing the food in front of us, "and two shakes on the house for my regular.” she said, winking at me. “now don't tell anyone I said that." she said, slapping her hand on the table playfully and pointing to us, before attending to the other customers in the room. I took a sip of the shake and hummed as the flavor hit my tongue. "I thought this was taken off the menu." marilyna said. "it is, but I’ve been coming here for so long. she sometimes gives me things that aren’t on the menu anymore." I said in a hushed voice, before taking a bite of my treat. we ate our food in peace, just enjoying the aura of the shop.

as I took the last bite of my food, I looked up at marilyna. “what do you want to talk about first?” marilyna asked as she wiped off her hands. “I guess just the basics, just life things.” I said, sitting on my hands out of nerves. marilyna started with her birthday, to more in depth to her life, her favorite things, taking her time making sure I know her. we probably spent a good 2 hours going back and forth telling things about ourselves. then we got onto the topic of my father and them getting married.

“I know you probably think I am trying to take the mother role, that is not what I’m trying to do. I’m marrying for father because I love him, all I want from you is a friendship and support.” she explained. “yeah, I want everyone to be happy. it’s just really fast for me.” I said. “I understand.” marilyna said, playing with her fingers. “when is the date?” I asked. “two weeks from now, on thursday at 10am.” she answered. I nodded my head as I reached for my drink. “did you want someone to bring with you so you feel a little more comfortable?” she asked with her head tilted. “yeah, but I haven’t thought of who yet.” I said. “okay, well let’s head back home. I know your dad will get off work soon.” she said, I nodded in agreement.

on our way back home, I closed my eyes, feeling a little more at ease about them getting married. it’s just going to take some more time to be fully okay with it. I fell asleep on the drive back.

in the blink, two weeks had already passed. wednesday night, the night before the court date. I still haven’t found someone to go with me. ryujin and felix were too busy, seungmin said he could go, but an emergency happened and now he couldn’t make it. I sighed in bed, looking at the moon casting down dimming and lightening my room. I looked at the time and saw it was 11:30pm. it’s going to be a long restlessness night. I sat up and got out of bed so I could make some warm tea. that’s when I noticed hyunjin’s bedroom light on and blinds up. then it hit me, I had asked everyone but him. I grabbed my phone from the side table and called him. I watched from my window waiting for him to pick up the phone.

my eyes widened as hyunjin stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel on and wet hair. jesus, the was man built. I realized a long time ago, he was attractive but damn. I felt my cheeks reddened and my lower stomach twist in knots. hyunjin picked up his phone and answered it.

“hello y/n.” hyunjin said with his tattooed back to me. I don’t think he knew I could see him, I was standing in my room…in the dark. “I am enjoying the view hyunjin.” I joked. he turned around and came over to the window. “have you been standing there the whole time watching me?” he asked, running his fingers through his wet hair. “no, I just noticed your lights were on and called you.” I laughed out. “ah okay. couldn't sleep I’m guessing.” he said. “yeah, the marriage thing is in the morning.” I said. “oh right.” he said. it was silent for a minute. “do you want to come over?” hyunjin asked. “can I?” I asked back. “of course.” he said with a smile. why am I now just noticing how pretty his smile is. “they’re not doing like wild rabbits tonight?” I asked about his parents, making hyunjin laugh. “no, they’re asleep. now come over.” hyunjin said, ending the call.

hyunjin was now in clothes and we were just hanging out in his room, drinking the same alcohol from the last time. having conversations about our childhood, cracking jokes, and just having a good time. “man I miss our childhood.” I said, laying back on his bed. “same. god, what I’m about to say is so embarrassing but I think you’ll find it funny.” hyunjin said, covering his face. “what is it?” I asked, looking up at the ceiling. “you gave me my first real boner.” he said, giggling.

I busted out laughing, holding my stomach. “you don’t, wait, what!” I said. my brain couldn’t properly process what he said fully because of the drinks. “yeah, we were the only kids at the time, growing up together and seeing you grow into the strong woman you are now, it was hot for 15 year old me who had a crush on you.” he stated. “you had a crush on me?” I asked with warmth to my cheeks. “yeah.” he said, making eye contact with me. god, I didn’t care if it was me or the drinks but I wanted to kiss him so bad right then and there.

“do you still have a crush on me?” I asked, not moving. “have you ever had a crush on me?” hyunjin questioned back. “if I answer, will you?” I asked, he nodded as he moved to lean on his arm, laying down next to me. “yes I did and I think I still do, I’ve been so busy, I haven’t thought about it I awhile.” I said honestly as I felt warmth go to my cheeks. hyunjin smiled and fell back onto his pillow. I hit his shoulder before covering my face, “you gotta answer you doof.” I said, wanting to hide from him. he sat up and moved on top of me, caging me in his arms. “maybe, I don’t know.” he said with a smirk. fuck it, I’m kissing him. I brought my hands up his chest to his neck, wrapping them around and pulling his head closer to mine. yep, definitely the drinks are kicking in making me this confident. “why don’t you kiss me and find out.” I whispered, looking at his lips.

he slowly brought his lips to mine, pressing them firmly. I whined into the kiss as he laid his body weight onto mine. his lips were so soft and tasted like alcohol. “you don’t know how bad I’ve always wanted to kiss you.” hyunjin said pulling away. “keeping doing it till you feel satisfied.” I said, smashing my lips back on to his. he moaned into the kiss and bite at my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue in. I moaned as he explored, wanting to remember every part of me. I felt hyunjin’s hands go down my body and open my legs, placing his crotch right on my core. he was wearing shorts and I was wearing leggings, I could feel his growing boner.

I rolled my hips up, wanting to feel more. my hands made their way down and under his hoodie. I felt him shiver at my touch. he kissed down my jaw and starting sucking at my neck where ever he could. “no visible marks, please hyunjin.” I whined out. hyunjin grinded against me, making me jolt. “just one baby.” he whispered, sucking harshly on my collarbone. never stopping our thrusts to each other. I felt the knot tightly up, I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer. “harder, make me cum. please hyunjin.” I pleaded. he put more pressure, bring me closer to my high.

“oh fuck!” I said, throwing my head back. hyunjin lifted his head up and looked at me. “cum for me baby.” he said, those words threw me into my orgasm. “oh hyunjin!’” I cried, as my legs felt heavy. hyunjin held on to them and he kept pushing onto me, trying to reach his high as well. hyunjin started whining, trying not to break his pace. “gonna cum.” he said, pushing his head into my neck. the friction was over stimulating me, making me whine once again. he moaned loudly as he came in his shorts. he rode out his high with whines before fully stopping. I pushed my hand into his hair, rubbing his scalp. “fuck that was too good to be true.” he said. I laughed out, running my other hand down his back. we stayed in place, just enjoying what just happened.

just then I remembered why I called him in the first place. “will you come with me tomorrow?” I asked. “I can try. it’s such a late notice but I’ll see what I can do.” hyunjin answered. I nodded my head, understanding. “does this mean this is our first date as boyfriend and girlfriend?” I asked, with a laugh. “I don’t remember either of us asking the other out.” he said, lifting himself up. I rolled my eyes, “we literally just rubbed up against each other till we came like teens using pillows.” I laughed. “I’m waiting y/n.” hyunjin said, cupping his hand to his ear. I pushed him off me and rolled over. “go clean up and change your shorts.” I said, getting up to use the bathroom. “you can stay the night since you live next door.” he called out as I closed the door. “okay.” I said, with a big smile.

when I came back out, hyunjin was already in bed. I climbed in and snuggled under the warm covers. “your bed is so comfy.” I said, closing my eyes. hyunjin wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him. “good to know.” he said, placing his head above mine with his chin on the top of my head. I quickly fell asleep to hyunjin’s breathing.

it felt like the day was moving so slow. I had already left hyunjin’s home and back to mine. we’re leaving at 9:30, and still had half an hour left. I already took a shower, put on my clothes and did my makeup. now it was just the waiting game. I was sitting in the living room by myself, watching tiktoks. hearing the clicking over heels, I knew it was marilyna. I looked over and saw saw how beautiful she looked. she was wearing all white, but instead of a dress- it was a suit. I remember she said he never really liked dresses, even when she was little.

“you look beautiful.” I said, standing up. “thank you.” she said with a bright smile. “are you excited?” I asked, trying to make small talk. “very, but also nervous! is your guest on the way?” she asked, going to the kitchen. “well I asked him, but I don’t know if he can make it.” I said, following her so she could here me. marilyna pulled out a glass and filled it up with water. “who did you invite?” she asked, bringing the drink to her lips. “hwang hyunjin, the one I grew up with.” I said. marilyna swallowed and nodded, “the one who’s the tattoo artist, the one your dad’s not too fond of anymore?” she asked with a sly smile. I laughed, “yeah, hopefully he can make it.” I said. “I hope so too.” she said.

“okay ladies, you ready?” I heard my dad say as he walked into the room. “of course.” marilyna said, hugging him. I felt my heart swell but break at the same time. at least he’s happy, I looked at how big my dad smiled. god, I missed seeing him smile like this. they let go of their hug so he could turn to me. “marilyna said you invited someone?” he asked. “yes, but I don’t know if he can make it.” I explained, making my dad nod. marilyna looked at her phone and saw the time. “it’s time to go!” she said, patting my dad on his chest. “let’s move then.” dad said.

we headed to the car and hopped in. as we got on the road, I texted hyunjin telling him we were headed that way. I watched out the window, looking at the scenery. today is a happy day, I reminded myself, though I still felt alone. I looked at my phone and hyunjin didn’t even see the text. I’m guessing he can’t make it, he would have responded. the car ride was thirty minutes, but felt like ten. we arrived at the courthouse in no time and parked. I walked beside marilyna as we headed inside. I guess she could feel my nervousness, because she rubbed my shoulder. “we’re gonna be okay, I promise.” she told me. I smiled at her as I followed along with them. I looked back to see if I could see hyunjin’s car, but no sign of him. I took a deep breath and prepared myself with sappy vows.

it was time. there was marilyna and my dad, standing in front of the officiant. I zoned out as they were doing everything, the words came back as mumbles. I knew they had gotten to the part where they said their own vows, my dad going first. I looked at the ground to regain focus, taking a deep breath. I looked back up as he finished with slight tears in his eyes. I felt tears spring to my eyes, I wiped them away as someone grabbed my hand.

I looked to my left and saw hyunjin. I stepped closer to him and brought my other hand to his bicep. “you made it.” I whispered to him, still facing the front. “yeah, I did.” he said, focusing on marilyna’s vows. I felt at ease with him being here. I only caught the last little bit of hers.

“as I have spent my whole life looking for my other half, I knew it was you from the moment we met. I promise that each kiss will be filled with more love than the last and that our days together will grow in love and devotion.” she said, with tears going down her cheeks as she held the ring to this finger. “today you will be my husband, but we will be soulmates forever. this ring I give to you as a token of my love and devotion to you. I pledge to you all that I am and all that I will ever be as your wife. with this ring, I gladly marry you and join my life to yours.” she finished as she placed the ring on him.

the officiant smiled, “by the power of your love and the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! you may kiss.” they said. hyunjin and I clapped as they kissed. once they pulled away, they talked to the officiant a little. marilyna looked back at us and noticed hyunjin, giving him a wave. hyunjin nodded back as he mouthed congratulations. marilyna motioned us that we could leave the room, with that hyunjin pulled me out of the building.

“was it just me or did the whole room feel stuffy?” hyunjin asked with a laugh. “it’s called love hyunjin.” I said, bumping his shoulder. “oh right.” he said with a nod. I smiled and stood in front of him. he wrapped his arms around my waist. “but love is so cliché now a days.” he said, bringing his forehead to mine. “yeah totally.” I said, leaning up to giving him a small kiss. I laughed into the kiss before giving him a hug. “thank you for coming. you look nice by the way.” I mumbled into his chest. “thank you.” he said, pulling me out of the hug. “you look pretty as well.” hyunjin responded back, cupping my cheek. before he could kiss me again, the doors opened behind us- making us jump apart.

“it’s official!” marilyna said, holding the paper while holding my dad’s hand. “hyunjin, you’re the one y/n invited?” my dad asked as they got closer to us. “yes, I didn’t want my girlfriend to feel to many emotions by herself.” hyunjin explained, making my dad and I’s jaw drop. that little bitch. “you two are dating?” marilyna asked. hyunjin looked at me, pulling me to his side. “yes we are.” he said with a smile. good thing I had blush and makeup on or you would be able to see how red on cheeks were. I looked back at my dad, I could tell he was trying to hide that he was upset with happiness. “well, treat her right then.” my dad said, looking at hyunjin. “of course I will.” he said back. they stared at each other. “okay then, let’s go back home and go eat.” marilyna said, pulling my dad to the car. “you riding with hyunjin?” she asked me. “ah yeah.” I said, looking back at hyunjin, who nodded. “okay, we’ll meet you back at the house.” she called out.

hyunjin held out his hand for me to grab. “I thought one of us had to ask the other out.” I said, grabbing his. he laughed, “well y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” he asked as we got to his car. I brought my finger to my chin to think. hyunjin walked me backwards into his car to trap me. “just say yes to your big doofball.” he said, dragging his hands up to my waist. “yes.” I said, making him smile and lean in to kiss me.

I tilted my head up to deepen the kiss. I brought my hands up his chest and pulled at his suit jacket. he groaned, placing one of his hands behind me into the car. “don’t get too needy now baby.” he mumbled, taking his lips down my neck as I pushed my hips into his. I leaned my head into his, relishing the feeling of his lips on my skin.

he pulled away and took out the keys, unlocking the car. “let’s go eat.” he said, opening the passenger door for me. I hopped in, putting my seatbelt on as hyunjin closed the door and came to the driver’s side. “what’s are we eating?” he asked as he started the car. “it’s homemade pizza, just made for the occasion.” I said. “god, I haven’t had homemade pizza in so long.” he said, pulling out of the courthouse.

“so there’s no honeymoon for you guys?” hyunjin asked as he got a second piece of pizza, wrapping his arm back around me. “not, just time off work. from today to tuesday.” marilyna answered, leaning into my dad. “well my parents have a lakeside house if you guys would like, I can ask them if you guys go there for your ‘honeymoon’.” hyunjin said, holding up air quotes around the word honeymoon. “you would do that?” my dad asked, sipping his beer. “of course. plus I’m sure y/n won’t want to hear anything at night.” hyunjin laughing at me as my jaw dropped. “hyunjin.” I said loudly, slapping him on the shoulder. everyone laughed. “please ask them hyunjin, we would be very grateful.” marilyna said. “okay let me give them a call.” he said, pulling out his phone. he walked out of the living room to call them privately.

“so are you two really dating?” my dad asked, putting down his beer as his smile wiped from his face. “yes dad.” I said, giving him a weird look. “honey please. don’t start this today.” marilyna said, pulling away from him. “to me, it looks like you’re only dating him because you hated the idea of me marrying marilyna so to get back at me by you ‘dating’ the boy I don’t like.” he said, making me laugh. “I may have disliked the idea of this happening but there was no way of me stopping it. how is me actually dating hyunjin going to change anything? hyunjin as grown up next to us my entire life, you know for a fact how he acts. just like you told me when you first started dating marilyna: I’m happy so leave it, please.” I said, crossing my arms. a few seconds later, hyunjin came in.

“okay they said you can and congrats to you both.” hyunjin said, slapping his hands together once. “really? thank you hyunjin.” marilyna said, standing up to give him a hug as my dad huffed. they pulled away from the hug, “you’re welcome.” hyunjin said, pulling out his keys. he unclipped one of them and handed it to marilyna. “here you go, I’ll have y/n send you the address. you two go pack.” he said with a smile. marilyna ran back to the couch and dragged my dad to their bedroom.

“they’re going to have lots of fun, ya know.” hyunjin said, making me gag. “why must you put those pictures in my head, sir?” I asked as I faked throwing up. he laughed and pulled me onto his lap, sitting sideways. “you say that like we didn’t- you’d you put it? rubbing up against each other like teens using pillows last night.” he whispered in my ear before nibbling at it. I moved my head away and gave him a stern look. “wait till they are gone.” I said, pointing at him.

“oh, I get to take you on your childhood bed like 16 year old me dreamed of.” he said, in the daydream tone. “pervert.” I said, moving off his lap. “I bet you like dirty talk, huh baby?” he asked in a sexy way. “please stop before they hear you!” I said with red cheeks. “you’re not saying no.” he said with a smirk. “shut up you horny hot dog.” I said, pushing him. “that is no way to talk to the love of your life.” he said, placing his hand to his heart. “oh I’m sorry sweet pea.” I said, cupping his chin with a put to my lips. we both tried to hold in our laughter, but broke five seconds later.

“okay we are ready!” marilyna said as both of them entered the room again. I pulled out my phone and opened it up to my dad’s contact. I handed my phone to hyunjin so he could type the address in and send it to him.

“okay it’s sent. have lots of fun you two.” hyunjin said. they both laughed, as they headed out the door with us following behind them. “remember to lock the back door at night.” my dad said, helping put the two suitcases in the trunk. “I will.” I said, waving at them as they hopped in the car and left. hyunjin and I walked back into the house, closing the door behind me. just as I locked the door, hyunjin turned me around and pushed me against it. “we got the house all to ourselves.” he said, kissing my neck. my hand quickly went to his hand and pulled. “hyunjin.” I moaned. “you sound so pretty moaning my name, but I want you screaming it.” hyunjin said as he pushed his hand into my pants. I moaned as he rubbed my clit.

“bedroom.” I said as hyunjin brought his lips back up to mine. he removed his hand and grabbed my face, pushing his tongue in my mouth. I moaned as our tongues twisted together. I unbutton hyunjin’s jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. he brought his arms down, making the jacket fall to the ground. he placed his hands under my ass and squeezed before giving it a playful slap. I broke the kiss with a moan and placed my head on his chest. “did you like that?” hyunjin asked with a laugh.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to my bedroom. I pulled my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra and pants. hyunjin did the same with his shirt, joining my shirt on the floor.

I climbed on the bed as hyunjin joined me, pushing me under him. “so pretty.” he said, kissing my chest, with his hands going under me to unclip my bra. he pushed it off me and threw it in somewhere in the room. he groped both of my boobs as he put his lips to my nipple. “god, hyunjin.” I said, arching my back. he kissed down my navel and quickly got my pants and underwear off. he brought his head down to the place I needed him most.

“tell me what you like.” hyunjin, licking my juices. I moaned, bringing my hand down to his hair. “tell me baby, I want to make you cum properly.” he said, squeezing my inner thighs. “two fingers, all the way in. curling up with each stroke out. and put your tongue on my clit.” I said, brushing his hair out of his face.

immediately hyunjin pushed two fingers in and tested me, quickly finding my g-spot. I whined for him to pick up the pace, which he gladly did so. “you taste so good. I could eat you out for hours.” hyunjin said before continuing licking my clit in circles. I felt the knot building up quickly. “I’m gonna cum jinnie.” I slurred out.

“yeah?” he said, picking up the pace a little more. I moaned out, rolling my hips up. “oh fuck hyunjin!” I said as my orgasm hit me. “there you go baby. cream all of my fingers.” hyunjin said, slowly thrusting his fingers still. I clamped my legs close due to overstim. “fuck, I need to be in you so bad.” he groaned out, removing his fingers to take off his pants.

I slowly rubbed my clit to get myself ready again. hyunjin saw me playing with myself and wrapped his fist around his cock. a bead of pre-cum leaking from it, letting a wet sound enter the room as he dragged his hand up and down.

“what position do you like?” he asked, getting on the bed. “doggy.” I said, flipping over. “shit okay.” hyunjin said, pushing up to me. I looked up and saw my mirror and immediately made eye contact was hyunjin. “you like watching yourself get fucked, don’t you?” he asked, wetting his cock by dragging it over my entrance.

“yes jinnie.” I answered. he grabbed his cock and slowly pushed in, stretching my walls. my eyes rolled back, head lolling down as he kept pushing in. “eyes on me baby.” he said, gently grabbing the roots of my hair and pulling my head up. “don’t let go of my head then.” I laughed as he pulled out a little. “pace?” he asked. “start slowly and you’ll know when you’re fucking me good.” I said, making him smirk. he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, starting up his pace. hitting my g-spot perfectly, moaning at every thrust.

“oh hyunjin.” I screamed out once he got to the pace I liked. “like that baby?” he said. “yes, just like that. god, fuck. harder.” I said. I couldn’t think about anything, other than how good hyunjin was making me feel. “shit, you take my cock so well baby.” hyunjin said.

“such a good girl for me.” he continued, making me whine and clench around him. “my baby likes to be praised huh?” he said in a mocking tone. I nodded my head, not being able to say anything besides moan and whine. hyunjin leaned over me, hitting deeper inside me, screaming out his name as he did so. “good baby, scream my name for everyone to hear.” he groaned out.

“fuck I’m gonna cum.” I cried out, as my head fell back down. “you wanna cum baby?” he asked, kissing my neck. “yes please. please rub my clit.” I begged. “so nice of you to say please.” he said, bring his hand down. he rubbed figure-eight’s as he left hickeys on my collarbone. “oh fuck!” I screamed as I came all over him. “that’s my girl. yeah, that’s it. cream all over me.” he said, slowing down his thrusts. I fell forward and grabbed his arm, “don’t stop till you cum.” I told him.

he moaned at my words and picked up his pace again. “I want you to cum in me, jinnie.” I said. “fuck.” he cried out, sitting back up to hold on to my waist. “fill me up, please.” I cried as I felt tears spring to my eyes. “fuck I will. I’ll fill you up so nicely.” hyunjin said, closing his eyes. his fingernails dug into my skin, focusing on the pleasure. I clenched around him, making him cry out. “fuck I’m cumming baby.” he said.

“cum hyunjin, cum deep in me.” I said, looking at how fucked out he looked. “promise that you won’t waste a drop of my cum.” he groaned, making eye contact with me. “I promise. I just want to be full of your cum. please.” I said, with that he slammed his hips into me once more. staying in place as his warm cum filled me, making both of us moan. “such a good girl, taking all my cum.” he said, pulling out his cock before pushing in once more.

hyunjin slipped his cock out and pulled me up. my whole body felt like jelly and tired. “you did so good for me.” he said, wiping my stray tears away. I leaned into him and sighed. “did I fuck you that good baby?” he asked, I only nodded. “can we take a bath before I fall asleep.” I said. “yeah.” he said.

we laid in the warm bath as hyunjin playing with the bubbles he put in. I giggled as he made a beard with them. “I love you.” I said. I realized what I had said. “fuck I mean-” I didn’t get to finish as hyunjin shushed me with his lips. “I love you too. I have for a long time.” he said, nuzzling his head into my neck. butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I smiled as I leaned into him. I closed my eyes and thought about us and everything to come.

so maybe I do agree with marilyna. it felt right being in hyunjin’s arms, like it was home and meant to be. who would've thought the childhood friends would get to together. sounds like a story. a story just for me and hyunjin to write and finish when it comes to a close.

aphrodisiacs; hhj

tags: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader, pre-established relationship, sex chocolate, messy unprotected sex, oral (f. rec), dry humping, dirty talk, squirting, (attempted) humor, aftercare, i want their relationship

you were convinced it was fake. when you and your boyfriend visited a sex shop out of pure boredom and found the chocolate bar, you had doubts that it would actually work. you weren’t sure what drove you to actually purchase the candy, but soon enough you found yourself sitting at home next to hyunjin with the candy in your lap.

“apparently dark chocolate increases your sex drive?” hyunjin broke the silence as the two of you stared at the bar, observing its label.

“yeah, but like, what else is in it?” you examined the packaging but every word sounded foreign to you. “what if we get sick or something?”

“i doubt that,” hyunjin hummed as he searched for reviews of the product. “if anything it’s just normal chocolate. but, actually… people are saying it works pretty good.” his eyes were squinted, brows furrowed as he read through comments.

you were still suspicious as you tore open the wrapping, but still broke off half of the bar and handed the other piece to hyunjin. you were breaking off a square when the sudden sound of chewing filled your ears. you looked back up at hyunjin and found him holding his part of the chocolate with a shark-like bite taken out of the whole half. “are you crazy??”

“what?” he questioned through a full mouth.

“hyunjin, you shouldn’t be eating normal chocolate like that, nevermind drugged chocolate.” your palm hid your face as you sighed out.

“it’s not drugs. it’s sex chocolate. it’s different,” he said matter-of-factly with an accusing glare towards you. you decided to pick your battles on this one, choosing to respond with another deep sigh. he finished his half of the bar and got up, stretching his arms up. “i’m gonna shower. let’s see if this thing really works when i’m done, hmm?” he leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead, a suggestive smirk playing on his lips. you shoved him away playfully but smiled back at him, dismissing him to his shower.

it’d been about a half hour after the two of you had eaten the chocolate, you steadily finishing off your half while hyunjin showered. you laid in your bed after changing into a sleep shirt and small shorts. the water turned off, finally, and your ears perked up to a faint sound from your shared bathroom.

“babe?” you called out, but you didn’t get a response. another few minutes went by until the bathroom door swung open, hyunjin’s lower body wrapped in a towel.

hyunjin definitely seemed off, his eyes focusing down to his feet as he approached you on your bed. he sat next to you and you just stared, concerned. “it works.” his voice was barely a whisper.

“hm?”

“the chocolate, it works.” you noticed the red flush on his cheeks, obscured by his long hair covering his face until he pushed it back with his fingers; his long, slender fingers weaving down his wet locks of hair. your eyes then landed on his toned torso, milky white skin glistening from the wetness of his shower. down a little lower was his groin area that sported a delicious tent underneath the towel.

you don’t know when your mind started to feel so cloudy, but all you did know was that the sight of your boyfriend next to you was not helping in the least.

“i’m so hard it hurts,” hyunjin admitted in a whimper, refusing to make eye contact with you. “… do you feel anything?”

you opened your mouth to reply, but your eyes were fixed on his plump pink lips, parted slightly as he breathed out. he finally looked at you after you didn’t respond, catching your intense stare in the act. you barely even noticed how his cock twitched at the sight of you, distracted and unable to form words by the sight of him.

you only broke out of your trance once hyunjin leaned closer to you, staring up at him with big doe eyes and pink cheeks. “do you feel anything?” he repeated under his breath, now taking his turn to flicker his gaze down to your lips.

you only slightly nodded your head before he captured your lips in his. while hyunjin typically enjoyed slow, romantic make-out sessions that led to intimate sex, it was apparent early on that this wouldn’t be your typical routine. it took little time before the kiss became intense, his tongue licking into your mouth like you were his last meal. he palmed at your waist, picking you up to shift you onto his lap. his hands lowered to your hips and you arched your back at the touch. his breathing turned to airy moans as you rolled your hips against him, his hands supporting your movements to grind you down. you felt his cock throb underneath the towel.

hyunjin let out a small whine and tugged at the waistband of your shorts. you pulled away slowly, your eyes heavy under a haze of lust. “off,” hyunjin whimpered desperately. you obeyed, raising off his hips to pull the fabric down your legs. hyunjins mouth gaped open as he stared at your panties, causing you to look down to where he was fixed.

you were drenched. your arousal soaked the thin fabric of your white panties, outlining the shape of your pussy as it stuck to the cloth. small dribbles of your wetness dripped down your inner thigh, falling where the towel laid over hyunjins cock.

hyunjin nearly pounced at you, quickly turning you both over so that you were pinned underneath him. he lowered himself down your legs, lapping your juices clean off your thighs, leaving hickies and love bites in its place. you couldn’t stop the moans that escaped your mouth when you looked down at him, a feral look in his eyes once he began to lick your pussy over your underwear. you swore he was about to lick a hole into your panties before he finally ripped them off your legs.

your thighs clenched around his head as he ate you out with a fervor you’ve never seen from him. “hyune- oh my god-“ you panted, high pitched whines leaving your throat. hyunjin’s towel had been long discarded, leaving his pretty dick on display. his hips rut against the mattress, red tip leaking precum. you felt your high approaching embarrassingly quick.

your mouth fell open in a choked sob once his fingers circled your clit, his tongue still desperately fucking into your hole. the stimulation was getting to be too much, but when he swapped his fingers to thrust inside you while his tongue licked around your sensitive slit, your orgasm slammed into you like a truck. you all but screamed out as he continued finger-fucking you through your high, his pace barely slowing as he breathed out hot moans into your heat. once you smacked at the top of his head, signaling the oversensitivity, he chuckled out breathlessly and laid on top of you.

“.. so good, so good.” his mouth found yours once again, resuming your intense make-out as his hands shimmied up your sleep shirt. he was insatiable, wet cock twitching against your leg but focused entirely on your pleasure.

“hyune, put it in,” you pleaded in between moans as his fingers found your nipple. he rolled the bud in between two fingers, chuckling softly at your helpless response.

“put what in?” he smirked against your lips, pulling away to observe your fucked-out expression. ironic, since he didn’t look all that there, either.

“don’t tease!” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you attempted to roll your hips up impatiently. hyunjin grabbed your hips and pushed them down into the bed, where he positioned his cock between your spread lega. you let out another groan as he opted for sliding his cock between your folds. of course it felt good, but you needed more. “hyunjinnnn!”

“you have to tell me what you want, baby,” he dipped his head in between the crease of your neck and began to suck on the skin. “what do you need from me?”

“i need your cock,” you breathed out, voice low and humiliated. hyunjin raised an eyebrow, an amused grin playing on his lips. he continued to roll against your slit, your wetness coating his shaft. “pleasepleaseplease, baby i need you inside me, i need you to fill me up or i’m-!”

hyunjin cut you off by thrusting into you in one quick motion, bottoming out immediately. a deep groan vibrated the skin of your neck as you moaned out loud. hyunjin gave you a moment to adjust to the sudden intrusion before he set a quick pace off the bat. “f-u-uckkk…” hyunjin grunted out between each thrust, pulling away from you to sit up with his head leaned back. his eyes were squeezed shut and his jaw fell slack as allowed himself to fall deeply into his heightened senses, falling so deeply into the feeling of you.

hyunjin was a beautiful sight in general, but there was something intoxicating about the way he looked while he fucked you. especially now, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, he looked simply in utter bliss. a red flush had spread from his cheeks and down his chest. his skin was still damp from the shower, but now it was hot with sweat that built up from the intense pace he rutted into you at. his lips were swollen red from kissing you so fervently.

he was just stunning, especially when he looked so messy and fucked out like this.

“you feel so good,” hyunjin growled out, his breath broken and punctuated by each thrust into your heat. you were completely speechless at this point, mind blank of nothing but hyunjin and his cock. “so good, you feel so… hnng, fuck.”

you’ve never came more than once in such little time before, but you surely felt the familiar knot forming in your core as hyunjin lost himself above you. your cunt throbbed around his length, warning him of your approaching orgasm that you couldn’t get the words out to do. hyunjin took quick notice and pulled out, leaving you crying at the empty feeling.

before you could protest he quickly maneuvered you onto your stomach, pulling your ass up to level with his dick as he leaned back on his knees. he swiftly re-entered your warmth and slammed into you at a nearly inhumane pace. you didn’t realize you were drooling until you took note of the pillow underneath your cheek, damp with your saliva.

two of hyunjin’s slim fingers travelled down between your legs and circled your clit, slipping you completely into a submissive space as you bordered the edge of an orgasm. the front of his body pressed against the back of yours as his thrusts became shallow and messy.

“‘m gonna cum, baby, ‘m gonna fill you up so good,” he slurred out, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses upon your shoulder blades. “.. fuck, keep clenching like that, cum with me, ohhh my fuck-“

the desperation in your boyfriends words, the way his hot breath tickled your skin as he panted against your body paired with the speed hyunjin rubbed your clit was what tipped you over the edge. your voice broke out in a cry and your vision went fuzzy, body convulsing underneath him. you felt your legs shake and an unfamiliar wetness spray your thighs and stomach, sending hyunjin into an equally intense orgasm.

hyunjin moaned out filthy words of praise and soft ohhhs as his hot cum painted your insides, his cock throbbing until he was absolutely milked dry. he rutted into you slowly until the both of rode out your highs, leaving you both panting, wet messes.

it took a while before either of you spoke, but hyunjin was the first to do so. “… that chocolate worked better than i thought it would,” he laughed. he pulled out cautiously, leaning back to observe the way your mixed fluids leaked out of your spent hole.

“what just happened?” you sighed, your face falling into your palms. hyunjin giggled, causing you to laugh with him. he moved you on to your back, smiling and kissing your forehead before cuddling up next to you. “what are you so giddy for?”

“i didn’t know you could squirt.” the grin on his lips only widened as you shoved his shoulder playfully.

“i didn’t either!” you whined, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“we should go back to that shop.” he wrapped both of his arms around you and held you tight.

“what you should do is take another shower, you feel disgusting.”

“come with me for round two?”

“you’re funny.”

a/n: i cant believe the seungmin drabble i posted yesterday got 100+ notes!!! thank u guys sm🤍🤍 i tried my best with this one but i got frustrated bc i lost a good chunk of what i wrote towards the end and then rushed the rest but i hope it’s still okay:) thanks for reading!!!