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hwashotcheeto · 3 months

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𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 (4)

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Chapter: Four

Milf!Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: A week has gone by since your late night secret with Seonghwa. You kept telling yourself to not entertain the idea of anything more than a one night stand. But Wooyoung, as always, throws a wrench in your plans.

WC: 4.4k

CW: Suggestive towards the end, kissing, touching, lots of teasing, Wooyoung is a cockblock, fluff, cuddles

AN: I spent a whole day writing this, my body hurts, my brain hurts, but I wanted to get this chapter done so badly. I hope you all enjoy it.

Tag List: @hyunjinsjeans @malldreamprincess @unlikelysublimekryptonite @becauseilovedyou @kittkat44 @babyxhoiz @asleepylilcat @mxnsxngie @rxnexxi @mommahwa1117 @acciocriativity @anxiousskylar @h3arteyes4mingi

“Hey guys,” Wooyoung said as he entered the living room. “I have an idea for something we can all do.”

The announcement shouldn’t have filled you with fear, but it did.

The week was a roller coaster, if you had to be honest. You’d wanted to keep your interactions with Seonghwa to a minimum, only talking to him if he talked to you, only if you absolutely needed to.

And it felt like torture.

You wanted to talk to him, you wanted to be nice, you wanted to sit with him and have long conversations about anything and everything. You wanted to give him hugs like Wooyoung did.

But you were scared of what would happen if you let yourself do that. If you fell deeper into him. If your lust for him turned to something more than sex.

You weren’t ready to confront that. Despite Wooyoung constantly dragging you with him to do anything, and “coincidentally” always having Seonghwa be there too, you didn’t think it was something beyond Wooyoung wanting to spend time with you. And of course, you were going to spend time with Wooyoung, so you were in a difficult spot.

And yet, the whole time you were trying to subtly avoid him, Seonghwa wasn’t dumb. And unfortunately, he was more observant than you’d thought he was.

And he hated to admit that he thought about it every time he laid down to sleep. He’d lay in his bed for hours and think about you. About the night you had together.

The way you’d look away when he tried to talk to you, the slight red tint in your cheeks when he’d call you “dear” or “sweetheart,” the little tremor in your voice when you talked to him. He was hopelessly attracted to you, and he knew you felt the same way about him.

And you both were battling with your desires in your own ways.

If only you knew that the gorgeous man you were daydreaming about was doing the same thing just one wall away.

You force a sweet smile at Wooyoung as you come back to the present. Seonghwa also looks up at him.

“Eomma, you know that restaurant you’d take me to as a kid?”

Seonghwa smiled and shook his head. “I’ve taken you to many restaurants.”

“The really expensive one that we went to for special occasions?”

“What’s the occasion?” You wondered. In the back of your mind, you wondered if Wooyoung was about to reveal his “relationship” with San to his mother. But the smirk Wooyoung was giving you shot that theory down quickly.

“Isn’t our presence enough of an occasion?” He answered, standing up straighter, puffing out his chest a little. Seonghwa laughed and shook his head again.

“Your presence is always an occasion, nae sarang, but I can’t just take you. That place-”

“Requires reservations,” Wooyoung interrupted, finishing his sentence. “Well what if I told you I already took care of that?”

You and Seonghwa both blinked, not completely believing him. You had no idea where this was going, or what restaurant they could possibly be talking about. Even if you did know the name, it wouldn’t have helped, because you could never afford to go to a restaurant nicer than Olive Garden.

“Wooyoung,” Seonghwa started, in the signature disappointed parent tone that said everything without having to say it. The tone that meant “you shouldn’t have done that.” But it didn’t dissuade Wooyoung in the slightest.

“Come on, why not? I haven’t been there in a long time, and it’s something we can all do together.” He put extra emphasis on the word “together.”

You turned your attention to Seonghwa, and he was looking at Wooyoung with nothing but love in his eyes, with a little smile on his lips. He knew that no matter what excuse he made up, he was going to relent. He was going to say yes, because there was no reason to say no.

Part of him wanted to see how serious Wooyoung was. Part of him wanted to see what else Wooyoung was up to. He had his suspicions, but couldn’t tell for certain.

“What day do you have this reserved?” Seonghwa asked, tilting his head back a little.

“Tonight,” Wooyoung said proudly. “The perfect night to go out to eat.”

Time had started to warp and bend for you since you were thr0wn off your usual schedule, but Wooyoung had mentioned to you earlier that it was a Saturday. You realized now why he bothered to point it out.

Seonghwa still pretended to roll the idea over in his head. Both you and Wooyoung knew he was faking it based on his smile, but you two were still waiting with bated breath for his answer.

And finally, Seonghwa sighed and nodded. “Okay, when do we have to be there?”

Wooyoung did a little happy dance and squealed. You smiled and sighed in relief.

You didn’t feel so scared about the idea of going to dinner with Seonghwa knowing Wooyoung was going to be there. You’d have to throw together a decent outfit from the clothes that you brought, but you were sure you could do it.

And that’s what you did. About an hour before you were going to leave, you had taken a shower and made yourself look nice before you went to sort through your clothes. Just a simple outfit, but it still made you look put together. It wasn’t luxury, but it would pass decently for an hour or so.

As you were going to leave the room, there was a knock on the door. When you called for them to come in, Wooyoung peeked in. He took one look at your outfit and shook his head.

“No, that’s not gonna work.” He left and went back into his room. You followed him, befuddled.

“What do you mean, I look fine!” You protested, but Wooyoung was already going through his closet to look for something better. He frantically grabbed at different clothes, looking them over, and rejecting most of them.

“Fine isn’t good enough, this is a high class restaurant.” Wooyoung pulled out a shirt that he was satisfied with and tossed it onto a nearby chair. “Thankfully, your awesome best friend is here to help you.”

You sighed and looked at his outfit. He wore black slacks with a belt, with a white button up tucked into the shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his arms. This was the nicest you’d ever seen Wooyoung in the entirety of your time knowing him, Wooyoung never dressed up for anything. Not even to the formal events your college hosted.

Realizing that, you decided to listen to him and accept the clothes. You let Wooyoung dress you in the outfit he’d picked, and he helped fit and adjust it so it looked good on you. He accessorized you as well, with a couple of necklaces and rings.

You had to admit, when Wooyoung was done with you, you looked much better than you did before. Much more worthy of a fancy restaurant dinner.

Wooyoung also put a coat over your shoulders. “To match the outfit,” he commented.

“I have a jacket, Wooyoung.”

“Not one that goes with your clothes.” You rolled your eyes, but buttoned up the coat regardless. He had a point, sure, but you mostly just wanted him to shut up.

You and Wooyoung made your way to the front door and waited for Seonghwa.

“How do you have all these nice clothes anyway?” You asked, remembering that you never asked what Seonghwa did for work. With his nice house and Wooyoung’s extensive wardrobe, he had to be doing something amazing.

“My mom is a model,” Wooyoung says nonchalantly, looking at his phone.

Oh. Of course he was.

“What does he model for?”

“Mostly shoes, but he does a lot of other stuff. He has a couple deals for a few different luxury brands.”

Of course he does.

As you were about to continue, you heard a bedroom door close, and the familiar click of heels across the hardwood and down the stairs.

Your breath caught in your throat as Seonghwa came down the stairs. Good Lord, he looked fucking stunning.

He’d dressed himself in black slacks, a white, long sleeved turtleneck, and heels. Heels.

His silky black hair was curled and fell down in beautiful waves, his bangs framing his face perfectly. A few gold chains hung from his neck and rings on his fingers. He’d even put on makeup, with small wings by his eyes and sparkly eyeshadow, with sparkly, glossy, pink lips.

You had a sudden urge to kiss him.

You knocked yourself out of your daze when Seonghwa came over to the door. “Are we ready to go?” He asked as he reached into the closet for a coat.

Wooyoung pushed off the couch, already having a coat like you did. “Yeah, we-” And then his phone began to ring. “Oh-Sorry, let me take this.”

Wooyoung took a few steps away as he answered the call. “Hey. Oh, no. Oh, that sucks. Do you want me to come help? Yeah, I can come over. I’ll be there soon. Okay, bye.”

“Who was that?” Seonghwa asked, fixing his coat, which was white and fluffy, and long enough to cover his entire body, leaving it open. You tried to focus your attention on Wooyoung instead, who was putting his phone into his coat pocket.

“A friend from college, he needs me to come over.”

You had a strong feeling who that “friend” was.

“What happened?” You asked, but Wooyoung was already making his way to the door hurriedly. You grabbed onto his arm to stop him, and as he looked at you, you could see in his eyes that he was scared.

There was genuine fear there. Your stomach suddenly filled with dread wondering what could’ve happened to this unnamed “friend.”

“I’ll explain later, I just really have to go.” He pulled his arm out of your grip and opened the door. “I’m sorry, you two should still go enjoy dinner!”

“Wait, Wooyoung,” Seonghwa tried to stop him, but Wooyoung was already gone.

And you and Seonghwa were alone. As the silence stretched on, another realization dawned on you.

You were about to go to a restaurant and have dinner with Seonghwa. Alone.

“Well,” Seonghwa began. “Do you still want to go?”

“Yes,” you blurted, way sooner than you wanted to. Seonghwa’s lips curved up into a smirk.

“You don’t have to hide it anymore, sweetie. He’s gone.”

Your heart stops and you can feel sweat break out all over your body. Of course he knew, of course he’d seen how you were avoiding him and being shy around him. But you weren’t prepared for him to confront you about it.

And all that you can say is a soft, strangled, “What?” Seonghwa laughed softly and closed the gap between you two, standing over you. He made you feel so much smaller than you already were.

And you wanted to grab him. Desire burned in your bones to reach out and hug him, pressing your face into his chest, being safe and happy in his arms, letting the rest of the world fade out.

But you held yourself back, and forced yourself to keep eye contact with him. And he was loving the panic in your eyes.

“You can relax. It’s okay.” Seonghwa grabbed your hand and held it gently. “Enjoy this night with me.”

“But Wooyoung-” You tried to argue, but Seonghwa shook his head.

“He’s an adult. He’ll be okay. I’ll leave my phone on if he needs me.” He squeezed your hand gently. “Please. Come with me.”

And who were you to tell him no, when Seonghwa was asking you to go with him?

You followed Seonghwa into the restaurant, and you were already impressed in the first few seconds.

The entrance had little lanterns on the walls with candles inside them, illuminating the small hallway to the hostess stand and the rest of the building. There were large potted plants along the carpeted walkway, and the walls were adorned with large, gorgeous paintings of different landscapes and animals.

You stayed close to Seonghwa, but still far enough away to not touch him. He didn’t allow that, he grabbed onto your hand and laced his fingers with yours. The small gesture made your stomach flip over.

The hostess looked up and smiled at Seonghwa, and she started speaking in Korean. You heard her say “Mr. Park,” but you couldn’t understand anything else. Seonghwa responded, but there was a slight stutter in his voice.

You looked up at him, but before either of you could say anything else, the hostess motioned for you to follow her, and she led you into the dining area.

The dining area had the same theme of decor as the hallway. Dark moody lighting, lanterns, paintings and plants everywhere. The tables ranged in different sizes, from large to small, and nearly all of them were full.

But there was one open small table, with only two chairs with it.

You and Hwa took your seats, removing your coats first and leaving them on the chairs. You turned to Seonghwa and you nearly choked seeing him in the low lighting. Highlighting the bright parts and increasing the shadows, he looked like a character from a movie.

“It’s funny,” Seonghwa began, looking at you. “The reservation was under my name. For only two people.”

Your heart stopped for a second. And then you couldn’t help but laugh.

Wooyoung, the fucking brat. He set you two up. He was never going to come with you two.

Seonghwa laughed too, a soft, beautiful sound. “Did you tell him?”

You shook your head aggressively. “No, he told me not to.” And as soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted them. Seonghwa’s eyes flicked up to you, and chills ran all across your body as when his eyes met yours. A smirk appeared on his lips again.

He was about to make a comment when a server came over and, in Korean, began to speak to Seonghwa. The look on his face disappeared and was replaced with a bright, award winning smile.

And somehow, jealousy began to burn in your bones, seeing the server clearly flirting with Seonghwa. You couldn’t understand what either of them were saying, but the way the server was smiling, giving him half closed eyes, laughing at what he said, it made you angry.

You balled your hands into fists by your sides, trying to keep your face neutral as the conversation went on. It was brief, but it was enough to piss you off.

The server walked away and Seonghwa turned his attention back to you. You forced a small smile and unclenched your fists. Seonghwa smiled back and crossed his arms, leaning on the table. You awkwardly kept your hands in your lap, not knowing what else to do with them.

“I’m sorry you’re getting left out of a lot of conversations. All I did was order for us, I hope you don’t mind what I got.”

“We’ll see when it gets here, won’t we?”

“Of course, we’ll see.”

And silence went over you both. You weren’t sure how to do this. This was less of a simple dinner and more of a date, and you’d been working to avoid this. But now you were sitting in front of him at a luxury restaurant waiting for food.

You had no idea how to fill the gap, since you hadn’t ever planned for this. You could see in Seonghwa’s eyes that he had ideas. But he just watched you.

He delighted in how you squirmed under his gaze. Holding eye contact, but nervously fidgeting and shifting around. Maybe he was just a little bit of a sadist.

“So,” he finally said, sitting up to take a drink of water. You let out a heavy breath and gulped, suddenly needing the water too. “Should I teach you a few words? Just for fun?”

“Sure.” You set the glass back down and put your hands back in your lap, still fidgeting with them. “That sounds fun.” You smiled, but it was weak and forced. Seonghwa was living for your nervousness.

“Okay, first word, eomma. It means ‘mom.’”

“Wooyoung uses that one,” you piped up. “I guessed that’s what it meant.”

“Yeah, that was easy.” He went quiet as he tried to think of more words to teach you, and one popped up in your head.

“What about the one you call Wooyoung?” Seonghwa looked at you, and his smile spread across his whole face.

“‘Nae sarang?’ It means ‘my love’.” His smile made butterflies burst in your stomach.

“That’s cute,” you squeaked out, reaching for the water again. Seonghwa’s eyes sparkled in delight.

“I thought so too,” he mused, leaning back on the table.

He was playing you like a goddamn game and you were falling right into it.

He was teasing you, toying with you. Trying to break you and admit that you wanted him as badly as you knew you did. He saw it all over you, but you refused to admit it.

But he’d made you. He knew he’d make you crumble for him.

“How about another cute one? ‘Jagiya’ means “baby,” like the pet name.”

The looks Seonghwa was giving you while he was teaching you these words was obvious. You knew the game he was playing. And you were powerless to stop it.

“Yeah, it’s cute,” you said softly. Seonghwa moved so he could prop his head up on his hand, under his chin.

“Why don’t you try it? Go on, say it.”

You gave your best attempt at the word, and Seonghwa’s heart fluttered hearing you say it. He was already imagining you calling him that.

And maybe someday, nae sarang.

No. That’s ridiculous. That would never happen. That’s not possible.

But what if it was?

The food came not long later, and the same server from before was the one to deliver it. The server was more bold this time, putting a hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder while she spoke to him.

The jealousy bubbled up in you again. Aren’t servers not allowed to touch customers unless it’s an emergency? This had to be a violation of some kind. Could you report the server for being inappropriate? Maybe, but you don’t know how you would.

“Sweetheart?” Seonghwa called softly. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at him. You realized the server was nowhere to be found. How long had you zoned out?

“Sorry, I-”

“If looks could kill, that server would’ve been dead and buried.” He said as he picked up a pair of chopsticks. He spoke so matter-of-factly that it almost sounds like a lecture. Your cheeks burned hot and you looked down at the food, which looked delicious. A noodle based dish. “Go on, try it. I think you’ll like it.

So you did. You struggled with the chopsticks for a bit before you got a hold of them, which Seonghwa found adorably amusing. You grabbed a small bite of the mixture and took a bite.

And he was right, you loved it.

“Oh, this is so good,” you mumbled as you continued to eat, trying to remember your table manners and restrain yourself. Seonghwa could only smile as he watched you.

“I’m glad you like it.”

You both ate with minimal talking. Mostly because you were starving and hadn’t eaten in a long while, and you were loving the food. Seonghwa didn’t mind, because he was happy enough being here with you.

You were adorable. Plain and simple. You were stuck in his head.

Which is why he wanted you to admit that you wanted him to.

You got back into Seonghwa’s car as he did, settling back into the seat.

“Thank you for that, Seonghwa.” You looked over at him. “I really appreciate this. This was really nice.”

“You’re welcome, jagiya.” He started the car and began the drive home. He’d made the drive many times before, with Wooyoung, who had set you both up. It’d be an interesting conversation when you both got home.

You were sitting in the seat beside Seonghwa with your brain shorting out from the pet name. Jagiya. You knew there was a chance he’d use it on you, but it still broke your brain.

“Jagiya?” Seonghwa called softly. He glanced over at you, and he smirked, seeing your eyes glazed over.

Seonghwa placed his hand on your thigh. Gently, very gently. He didn’t move, he just kept his hand there. Just a gentle, steady pressure.

But he felt how your thigh tensed under his hand. He glanced up at your face, and your eyes were wide and clear, but your hands were gripping onto the seat below you.

“Do you want me to stop?” Seonghwa asked softly.

“No,” you blurted.

It shouldn’t have made him so happy to hear that, but he felt the desire bloom in his bones. He gently squeezed your thigh, massaging it.

And it made fire shoot up your leg and all over your body. Your stomach was churning inside you, your head was growing light. You didn’t think you could melt so badly from a simple touch, but you felt like you were actually turning into a puddle in the seat.

Every night, all week, he was in your head. You were thinking about your night together. His hands on your body, his arms around you, how his touch lit you on fire. You craved it more than you knew.

Seonghwa’s hand moved up your thigh, and you couldn’t cover your mouth in time before the whimper fell past your lips. Seonghwa bit his lip at the soft sound.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” His voice had slipped into a deeper octave, something more sensual. “I wanted you back in my bed. Don’t deny it anymore, you wanted it too, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip to stifle the rest of the noises that tumbled out of your mouth. The constant circles he was rubbing into your inner thigh, right next to where you needed him most, mixing with his voice, his confessions, you were a mess.

A mess just like he wanted.

“You wanted me too, jagiya. You thought about me, you wanted me. You wanted me to fuck you again just like I did before.”

Somehow, you were back at the house already. You hadn’t paid attention, how could you? Your brain was wrapped up in Seonghwa, all in him. Just him, and how badly you wanted him again. He was right, of course he was.

He turned to look at you, with his eyes half closed, his hand still on your thigh. He squeezed tighter than he had before.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you, jagiya. Tell me.”

Fuck it.

“I want you to fuck me, Mommy.”

“Good doll.”

You both quickly got out of the car and into the house. You pulled your shoes and coat off, and dropped it onto the couch. You turned to Seonghwa and choked on nothing as he stripped his coat off, tossing it aside, his eyes trained on you.

The only light in the room was a lamp by the door, making him look fucking angelic. An angel here for you.

He grabbed you and pushed you against the wall, his hands on your waist, his body pressed against yours. Your hands locked around his neck and pulled his lips to yours, beginning a messy, passionate kiss, all tongue and teeth.

Desperation clawed at you both like a frantic, wild animal. Seonghwa’s hands wander to your shirt, pulling it up and rubbing up against your skin, his lips traveling down your neck.

“You don’t want to go to bed?” You breathed, gripping onto his pretty silky hair.

“We’ll get there eventually, I need you now.” He gripped onto your waist again, pressing against you harder, almost pushing you up the wall.

Your legs fell open for him almost embarrassingly easily, but all pride had been thrown out the window.

Seonghwa’s hands ran down and grabbed onto your thighs, and you grabbed onto his shoulders, ready to jump into his arms.

Until you both heard the front door open.

You and Seonghwa both immediately jumped away from each other, trying to pretend that you weren’t just all over each other as Wooyoung came in the door.

Seonghwa had gone over to put his coat away, and flashed a fake smile to his son. They exchanged a brief “hi” before Seonghwa tried to cover up the sin you were about to commit.

“We just got home too! Did everything work out with your friend?”

“Oh, yeah.” Wooyoung took off his coat as well, and you couldn’t help but smirk when you saw his messy clothes. His shirt was untucked, his collar wasn’t properly fixed.

And oh, what’s that, just under his jaw? A little bruise. And how would Wooyoung get such a small bruise in a spot like that?

It took everything in you to not burst into giggles knowing exactly where Wooyoung had run off to.

All three of you agreed that everything worked out, everyone pretending they didn’t know anything about each other, before you headed up to your separate bedrooms. Not without you giving a little smirk to Wooyoung.

You’d give him shit in the morning about his dirty little secret. You knew you would.

But you were back in bed, laying awake, thinking about Seonghwa.

Fuck. This was a new level of desperation for you.

And realizing how badly you wanted to be back with him sucked any sexual energy out of you. You just wanted to be in his arms now.

As quietly as you could, you snuck out of your room and went to Seonghwa’s door. You didn’t bother to knock, you couldn’t risk waking up Wooyoung.

You slowly opened the door and slipped inside. Seonghwa was already waiting for you, and happily pulled his blankets back to let you into bed.

You crawled in and laid next to him, putting your head on his chest. He held you tight and close, and finally, what you craved was yours.

“Too risky to continue?” You whispered.

“Too risky,” he whispered back. And that was fine with you.

At least now you had him. You had his arms around you. You were in his bed. He was rubbing your back. Your head was on his chest. And everything felt right. Everything felt good.

Whatever your future held, you knew it would have Seonghwa in it. You would be sure of it. How could you ever let him go?

“Stay with me,” he whispered. “I really did miss you.”

“I missed you too,” you whispered back.

And you stayed.

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hwashotcheeto · 3 months

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𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 (3)

Best Friend's Mother Masterlist

Chapter: Three

Milf!Park Seonghwa X gn!reader

Summary: After the previous night with Seonghwa, you try to chalk it up as a one night stand and ignore the possibility of more. One way to get it off your mind is to help your friend vent about his childhood.

WC: 3k

CW: Angst, Woo talks about his childhood, talks of a narcissistic parent, crying, fluff, comfort, hugs

AN: After lots of edits, deliberation, and burn out, it's here. This is mostly fleshing out more of Woo's character and not a lot of milf content. It's still there, just not that much.

A little bit too much of myself came out in this one (specifically with Woo talking about his bio mom), but I think it'll be okay. I hope you enjoy. 💜

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Golden sunlight streamed in through the window and laid across the floor, illuminating the discarded clothes that were forgotten about hours earlier. Neither of you had bothered to get redressed after your secret escapade last night.

So there Seonghwa was, holding you against his chest, rubbing your back, looking at your and his clothes scattered across his bedroom floor. Even though he’d comforted you the night before, and reassured you that the world wasn’t about to end because you two had sex, he was feeling guilty as well.

Seonghwa’s son comes home from college, having not seen him since before the semester started, and the first night, Seonghwa seduces his friend and steals them for the night.

It looked quite selfish, didn’t it? And a bit predatory. He cringed at that word. “Predator.”

As he was trying to stifle the thought, you shifted and opened your eyes. He looked down at you and smiled warmly. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” you replied quietly, your voice low and full of sleep. You rubbed your eyes as your brain turned on and started to remember everything, still halfway in dreamland.

“Did you sleep well?” Seonghwa brushed your hair out of your face and smoothed it back with his hand. The gentle touch makes shivers run down your back. You just nodded, yawning. “Then I guess you’re not a morning person.”

“No, not at all.” You never had been. Or maybe you’re just not a “waking up” person. No matter the time you woke up, it was difficult for you.

“Well, some food would probably wake you up,” Seonghwa offered, pulling away from you to sit up. You sat up as well, and you almost reached out to grab his arm and hug him again, but stopped yourself as he got up from the bed.

He wasn’t your boyfriend. He wasn’t a potential boyfriend. He was your best friend’s mother. This wasn’t anything more than a hookup.

And yet, your heart ached as you told yourself that.

“Come on, dear,” Seonghwa called, pulling you out of your thoughts. He was looking at you expectantly, waiting by the door, and he knocked the wind out of you all over again.

He was dressed in a black robe that went down past his knees, with a cinched waist and fur around the sleeves, and he left the robe open for a tasteful amount of cleavage. He tied up his hair in a messy ponytail, and you could see in his eyes that he still wasn’t completely awake.

Utterly gorgeous.

“Here you go, sweetie,” Seonghwa said as he put a plate of breakfast in front of you. You smiled and let out a little “thank you” before you started to eat. “Of course.” And he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before he went back to the stove. You caught yourself watching him as he walked away.

You stared at him as he was making another plate of food. The view of him from the back was just as appetizing as the front, with curves that women would kill for. Your eyes landed on his small waist that you began to fantasize about grabbing onto-

“What are you doing up so early?”

Wooyoung’s voice made you jump so high, you dropped your fork. Seonghwa turned his head to look at his son, who was standing in the archway of the kitchen, looking like he’d just rolled out of bed thirty seconds ago. Because he did.

“Good morning, nae sarang,” Seonghwa said as he turned back to the stove. Wooyoung mumbled “morning, eomma” back as he walked over to sit next to you at the table.

You forced yourself to seem tired and bored, propping your head up on one hand with your eyes half closed, slowly eating your food. It was all a lie to cover up how fast your heart was pounding.

You weren’t about to tell Wooyoung that you fucked Seonghwa the night you met. Despite Seonghwa initiating the moment, you’d still said yes. The power was all yours, and you chose to go through with it.

All Wooyoung had said the day prior was “if you fuck, just don’t tell me about it.” And you weren’t going to, one to respect his wishes, and two, you didn’t want your best friend to know that you were that much of a slut for parental people.

But it haunted you all throughout breakfast. How wrong it was to have sex with the mother of your best friend. How wrong it was to want to date your best friend’s mother. Especially when you were still in college and hardly had any life experience.

What would he get out of your arrangement? What were you to him?

As you looked at Seonghwa, who put down a plate of food for Wooyoung and kissed his head before he went back to the stove, your heart split in two.

An ideal man that you couldn’t have.

You finished breakfast quickly and, like the night before, rinsed off your dishes and put them in the sink. You started for the stairs, but Wooyoung stopped you. You stopped in the archway and looked at him.

“I wanted to take you out and show you around the city.” He smiled proudly, having thought of all the destinations and routes in his head the night before. You smiled and nodded.

“That sounds great.”

“Of course it does.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Meet me in the living room when you’re done getting ready.”

“Sounds good.”

Anything to get you away from the man you couldn’t have.

You and Wooyoung cackled at the movie you were watching, discarded snack wrappers strewn around Wooyoung’s bed and floor. Both of you each held a pint of ice cream in your hand, which were already half gone even though you’d gotten them from the freezer maybe ten minutes prior.

Your tour around Wooyoung’s home city was amazing, and perfectly Wooyoung. You visited the parks he went to, his favorite stores, his high school, and spots he said he used when he wanted to hide from Seonghwa.

To end the day off, you two went to the gas station and bought tons of snacks, agreeing to stay up late and eat, watch movies, anything you two could think of. You wanted to have a night that college hadn’t allowed you to have in months.

So here you were, eating ice cream while watching the movie, trying to keep quiet to wake up Seonghwa.

Seonghwa. You’d mostly kept him out of your thoughts during the day, but the moment you stepped back into the house, it came back to you. You still tried to keep all those thoughts stifled to enjoy your time with Wooyoung, but he was always there in the back of your mind.

Memories of the night before. How his hands felt on your body. The way his lips brushed against your skin.

His smile, the way his eyes lit up, his gentleness, the kiss he gave you when he made you breakfast. Your stomach fluttered when he called you “sweetie” and “dear.”

“Hey,” Wooyoung called, waving his hand in front of your face. You blinked and looked over at him. “What were you thinking about?”

You obviously couldn’t tell him the truth. Even after the blow out that morning, you didn’t want to tell him that your mind was flooded with thoughts of his mom fucking your brains out and wishing you could hug him again.

“Nothing,” you lied. “Just spaced for a bit.” Wooyoung clearly didn’t believe you. You could see it in the way he slowly pulled his spoon out of his mouth and stabbed it back into his ice cream.

“If you say so.”

“I do say so, thank you.”

And you both devolved into giggles again. Well, you giggled, Wooyoung cackled. You tried to shush him, but he waved you off.

“I don’t wanna wake Seonghwa,” you argued, but Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

“He won’t care, he sleeps pretty heavy anyway. And even if he did come in here, he wouldn’t be mean about it. He never was when I was younger.”

“No?” You turned more towards Wooyoung, more interested in him than the movie. Wooyoung bit the inside of his cheek before he spoke again.

“No, never. He’d just ask me to be quiet. Sometimes he’d sit with me and figure out why I wasn’t tired so he could help me wind down.”

You scoffed and took another bite of ice cream. “Way better than my parents,” you said, annoyed. Why couldn’t you have parents like that? Matter of fact, why couldn’t everyone have parents like that?

Wooyoung nodded, taking a bite of his ice cream too. “Better than my bio mom.”

You perked up at that. “You never talk about your bio mom,” you remarked. Wooyoung snorted and nodded again.

“Yeah, I don’t.”

And you knew you shouldn’t push. The entirety of your friendship with Wooyoung, he refused to talk about his childhood. He never talked about either of his parents, especially his bio mom. You left it up to him to decide if he wanted to tell you about it or not.

You shouldn’t push. You said you never would. But in his eyes, you could see the pent up, raging fire in them. The anger he harbored from who knows what his bio mom did. You watched him drive his spoon into his ice cream and shovel it past his lips, his eyes glued to the TV.

Just one time, you would push. Just this once.

“Why?”

And at first, Wooyoung didn’t move. You could see him thinking, like you could peek inside his head and see him turning the question over in his head, weighing if he really wanted to answer or not. Then he sighed and shifted, putting his ice cream on the nightstand next to him. You did the same.

“Because she wasn’t a good parent. That’s the short answer.” He paused for a second and chewed on his lip. “The long answer might take a while.”

“You don’t have to tell me everything,” you offered. “You don’t have to say anything-”

“No, you asked.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

Wooyoung looked up at you, and the fire was gone. His eyes were heavy. His whole body looked heavy. His shoulders sagged, he was hunched over. He needed to.

“Okay,” you said softly. Wooyoung took a breath, and he started talking.

“She and Eomma divorced when I was really young. For my entire childhood, I only saw her on weekends, breaks, days off, and maybe during the week for school events. And for the most part, things were great. She was sweet, nice, present, and we did a lot of fun things together.”

He paused. And you knew there was a “but” coming before he said it.

“But when it was bad, it was really bad.”

There it was.

“Any time I stayed up late, she’d yell at me. Fuck, I don’t even remember half of what she said, I just remember her screaming. She used the ‘I’ll give you something to cry about’ line when I started crying. Honestly, almost any time I cried, she’d say that.”

A part of your heart stirred. Something in you resonated with him. A feeling of understanding. Moments of your childhood flashed in your mind for a moment.

“The older I got, the more I preferred Eomma. I liked my bio mom better as a kid because-the way I saw it-she was fun. We went out and did things, she bought me things. One time, after she yelled at me the night before, she took me out to breakfast, then bought me a ton of candy before we went home.” He paused, and his throat bobbed as he gulped. “It took me a while to realize it was because she never wanted to apologize.”

“Sounds like a narcissist I know all too well,” you mused softly. Wooyoung scoffed and nodded.

“Didn’t realize it until I was too late.”

And you didn’t see Wooyoung anymore. You saw a scared little kid. A little boy who was scared to make a peep. Loud ass Wooyoung had gone quiet.

You crawled across the bed and sat next to him. He looked up at you as you put your arms around him and hugged him tight. He hugged you back.

You didn’t have to say anything. The two of you could’ve just sat in silence, and that would’ve been enough.

But you wanted to. You wanted to say something. Anything. Even a small comfort.

So you did.

“You’re safe. She won’t yell at you again.”

And Wooyoung burst into tears.

Wooyoung cried all his pent up tears out. Everything he’d stifled, everything he never told you, he cried it onto your shirt.

He’d been there for you for the years you’d known him. You’d always told him you’d be there for him too. Now you could prove it.

You both were silent now. Nothing except the forgotten sounds of the movie, and Wooyoung’s sobs. But that was okay. You didn’t need to say anything. Your presence was enough to comfort Wooyoung.

And it brought you some comfort, knowing you were helpful. That you could comfort him. That he saw a safe place in you as you saw in him. And knowing that his bio mom was similar to yours. Not in the same ways, but your heart cried out in solidarity.

Hearing Wooyoung recount his childhood reminded you of your own. And why you didn’t talk to your parents anymore. Maybe soon, at some point, you’d tell Wooyoung why you cut contact with them. You had a feeling you would.

But right now, all that existed in the world was you two. Holding each other, and knowing that you two would never, ever be alone again.

You woke up in Wooyoung’s bed with your arms still around him, his head on your chest. Neither of you bothered to change your clothes or move after Wooyoung had his moment to cry. You both were exhausted after the day you had, and the emotional conversation took what little you had left out of you both.

You reached over to the nightstand for your phone, trying not to wake up Wooyoung. But once you realized it was past noon, you shook him awake. He groaned as you did.

“Don’t wanna,” he whined as he hugged you tighter.

“Woo, it’s past noon,” you argued, and Wooyoung shook his head. “Okay, then let me get up.”

“No, cuddles.” And he nuzzled against your chest. If he were anyone else, this situation would’ve been entirely different. But because it was Wooyoung, you sighed and laid back on the bed.

“Okay, we can stay for a little while longer.”

“A little while” turned into roughly an hour later, but who’s counting?

When you two finally got up and made yourselves somewhat presentable, you made your way downstairs and met Seonghwa in the living room. He looked up and smiled at you both, his gaze lingering on you for a few extra seconds.

“I was wondering when you two would-Oh-” Seonghwa started to speak, but he was cut off when Wooyoung sat next to him on the couch and hugged him tightly, cuddling up to him, making himself look small.

Seonghwa froze for a few seconds before he put his arm around his son, leaning close and talking softly in Korean. You looked away, trying not to intrude, knowing the conversation wasn’t for you. Your stomach growled, giving you the perfect out.

You made your way into the kitchen to get a drink before you started thinking about food. You felt a little awkward, because it wasn’t your home and you didn’t want to interfere with anything.

Also because you suddenly felt like a stranger in a home that wasn’t yours, and not sure what to do now that Wooyoung needed Seonghwa, and it wasn’t an issue you were equipped or qualified to deal with.

Seonghwa came into the kitchen not long later. He smiled at you, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Is Wooyoung okay?” Came out of your mouth in a more worried tone than you imagined. Which felt like a stupid question after hearing it, because you knew he wasn’t okay.

Seonghwa sighed. “Yeah, he will be. He just needs some time.” You nodded, and you both went silent. The two of you hadn’t been alone in over twenty-four hours, and you’d made sure of it. This wasn’t the way you wanted to end up together again.

Seonghwa thankfully broke the tension. “I’m going to make lunch, are you hungry too?”

“Oh, yes, I am.”

“Okay, then I’ll make some for you too.” This time, the smile was genuine, and it made your stomach fill with butterflies. “I’ll call you both when it’s ready.”

You nodded before you left, finding Wooyoung with a game controller in his hands, sitting on the couch where he was before.

“Oh, I was just about to start. Do you wanna play too?”

You had no idea what you were getting into, or if you’d even enjoy whatever game you’d be playing with Wooyoung, but you agreed and grabbed a controller to play with him, sitting to his right. Wooyoung started up the game, and as the game was loading, he looked at you.

“Thanks for letting me talk last night.” He looked away for a second, then back up and met your eyes. “I needed it. More than I thought I did.”

“You’re welcome.” You put your hand on his shoulder and smiled. “It’s what friends do, right?” Wooyoung smiled too and nodded.

“Of course.”

The game loaded, and you two were off.

In the kitchen, Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile as he listened to the two of you play the game. Most parents naturally complained about how loud children were, and how the house never seemed to quiet down.

But you get so used to the noise that silence becomes deafening. And you start to miss it.

So even if it was for a month, Seonghwa was glad the house was full of noise again.

And that it wasn’t just Wooyoung who was filling it.

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