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midnightfantasiez · 17 hours
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Twisted Love | 둘 (chp. 2)
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SUMMARY: you were certain that you would never find love nor ever lose your virginity throughout university, that is until a man named Lee Sangyeon came into the picture and offered to become your tutor; in exchange for keeping your grades up, and most importantly, teaching you everything you needed to know about sex. it was all just for fun & games, that is until one of you started to develop feelings for the other.
PAIRING: tutor!Sangyeon x afab!reader
GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)
WARNINGS: dirty talk, petnames (princess, sweetheart, baby), public sex, p in v sex, kissing, swearing, blowjob, breast play, praise, so they made a pact 😃, and Sangyeon is insane 😮‍💨
WORD COUNT: 2,250
A/N: jayden lee sangyeon. that's all you have to know.
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This has got to be the worst day of your life. 
Not only were you late, and you were pretty much unpresentable (in your eyes, that is), but you also just had to cross paths with the guy who literally took your virginity hours ago. 
To make things worse, it was pretty obvious that Sangyeon had been glancing right in your direction every few minutes whenever he could while trying his best to stay focused on what your professor was teaching in class. You could’ve sworn that there were a couple of times he had actually raised an eyebrow whenever he would catch you looking right at him, not focusing on your actual lecture of the day.
This is why you avoid attending parties, and it is also why you avoid drinking alcoholic beverages outside of the comforts of your apartment because the next thing that happens, you actually end up doing things that you’re going to regret for the rest of your life. 
Wait, rewind that. Maybe it wasn’t all too bad. You weren’t going to deny that Sangyeon made you feel so good, and you wouldn’t mind doing it all over with him again—
Wait, what? 
In the blink of an eye, two hours have passed quickly, all while you have been daydreaming or thinking about what happened last night.
Or rather, him.
As you tried shaking off the unnecessary thoughts, you quickly packed all your belongings away messily into your bag, not bothering to organise them as your main priority was leaving the room. When you followed the footsteps of your classmates, you tried your best to fill your mind with simple things to help distract you—what to eat for brunch, if you should head up to the library to do a little bit of work, or if you would instead go for a little walk outside of campus near the local park. 
Before you could even decide on an activity to keep you busy for the next couple of hours before your following lecture, you felt someone grabbing your wrist, stopping you in your tracks as you watched each classmate leave the auditorium individually. 
As you turn your head to see who it is, you are met by the same lustful grin he portrayed the night before, knowing that this will not look good for you.
“Let’s have a little chat, shall we?” 
Oh, hell no. 
Just as you thought, he would not let you off like that, especially when you both exchanged glances throughout the lecture. As the final student left, he reached his other free hand towards his back to close and lock the door, leaving you trapped in the hall. 
“It seems like you have not forgotten about me, huh? Was I really that good, darling?” he teased, leaning closer to you. 
If you thought yesterday was bad enough, today might be much worse. He was styled neatly yet seductive in your eyes. How could someone be so effortlessly good-looking? It shouldn’t have affected you much; plenty of guys dress like this on campus. Was it because you had sex with him last night that changed everything? Probably, but also, there’s something about him that makes you crave for him, for his touch. 
“I-I umm…look…what happened last night…was all a mistake, I swear,” you said, trying to save yourself from embarrassment, trying your best not to bring it up again because you might genuinely throw up thinking about what you did. 
But clearly, it seemed as if Sangyeon had business with you. “That wasn’t nothing, sweetheart. It’s more than that, don’t you think? Especially since you were the one who made the first move against me.”
God, Y/N. What exactly have you done while you were drunk? 
“N-No! It must be the alcohol, and I’m so sorry for what I did. I promise it was an accident!” 
Unfortunately, he wasn’t convinced in the slightest bit. “There are no such things as accidents.” 
Suddenly, he wrapped his fingers again under your chin and lifted your head slightly to ensure you had all eyes on him. You swore the tension in the air swiftly, making breathing harder each second. Something in your gut just tells you that whatever he was going to bring up next will probably not be good. 
And you were absolutely right. 
“Say, princess. I heard that you needed to pass this semester with at least a GPA of 3.5 and above to be able to move on to the next. Why not I’ll help tutor you to ensure you keep up the grades?” 
“But…aren’t you just supposed to help the professor prepare class materials for each lecture?” 
“Oh, honey. Teacher’s assistants do more than just that.” 
Sangyeon began taking a few steps forward, all while his hands were still under your chin. His other free hand slowly wrapped around your waist, pushing you backwards. 
“You see, we do more than just helping the professors prepare the class materials. We also keep an eye on all students to ensure that nobody is falling behind or failing classes. It just so happens that you will definitely need some assistance, especially after your performance from last semester, as I have seen.” 
Both of you were still moving backwards slowly, and all this time you kept your gaze on him. As much as you felt slightly terrified of the whole situation and also of Sangyeon, another part of you was entranced by him.
“Besides that, I think you owe me a little something, don’t you think?” 
“W-What are you talking about?” you questioned before you felt your back bump against the podium located right at the centre of the stage. Immediately, Sangyeon moved both of his hands to both sides, cornering you to ensure that there was not even the slightest chance of escape for you. 
“Who did you think actually carried you all the way back to the comforts of your apartment last night?” 
Oh, him. 
Looking at how you immediately connected the dots, a somewhat devilish grin was plastered on his face. Now, you weren’t sure if you would want to hear his proposal. 
“What are you suggesting, Sangyeon?” You tried your best not to shiver, but it seemed that your tensed body movements gave it all away, making the grin on his face grow wider each second. 
“I’m giving you a special package, sweetheart. I tutor you, and you repay me by making me feel good.” 
Wow, that was direct as hell.
You tried your best to straighten up and retaliate. “W-What makes you think I would have sex with you again? Don’t you know the phrase ‘whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas’?” 
“Let’s be real. It was your first time last night, and you clearly have no experience in all of this. You’re eager to find out and learn more about it anyway.” 
“H-How did you know it was my first?” 
He chuckled. “Baby, it was pretty obvious with the way you cummed.” 
Right, the first time was always different. Your roommate told you so when you talked about it the previous semester. 
With that, you shut your eyes tight, not wanting to face reality at the moment. You just wished you could fly yourself out to space, not wanting to return again. 
“I’m helping you out in both ways, princess. It’s basically killing two birds with a stone. I’d say it’s a pretty good deal. So, what do you say?”
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You had no idea how whatever happened thirty minutes ago led you into the situation you are in right now. 
Everything happened so quickly, and you both were having a pretty heated make-out session at the podium. Sangyeon immediately crashed his lips onto yours, savouring you like he did the day before. Obviously, there were no traces of alcohol left on your lips, but there was just something about them that lured him in, licking and kissing them as if it was his first time. 
There was no way you could back off, especially when his lips tasted so good, causing you to whimper slightly throughout the kisses. Naturally, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tilted your head, wanting him to deepen the kiss. 
One thing led to another; you both then proceeded to the back room, where it was pitched black and quiet. Next thing you knew, Sangyeon pulled his pants down vigorously and made you bend on your knees, positioning your mouth right at his cock before placing his thumb right at your mouth, opening it before making you take in his whole length. 
You could tell that he was already hard as fuck, especially when his bulge was pretty much evident through his pants as you both were making out as you felt it hit against your thigh. But now you were finally tasting all the goodness; this was the monster cock that he inserted into your core last night, making you feel as if you were on cloud nine. 
You sucked on it for a while before you naturally decided to move upwards a bit and circle your tongue around his tip. That was when you heard Sangyeon’s groan, and you opened your eyes to see that he arched his back and his head tilted backwards, indicating that he was enjoying this whole situation that was going on. 
“Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re doing so good for me, princess.” 
“Am I…doing a great job?” You asked in between the kisses. 
“More than ever, baby. God, you’re taking my cock so well,” he groaned before he grabbed hold of your hair and decided to push you in deeper, to the point that his tip reached the back of your throat, making you whimper slightly. 
“That’s it, baby. Keep it coming,” he growled, pushing you at a faster pace now, his cock getting deeper down your throat. In return, you could only shut your eyes tight, keeping up the pace until you finally felt his body twitch.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum inside you, princess,” that was his final warning because seconds later, he released all of his liquid into your mouth, the excess dripping down from the corners of your mouth. Sangyeon made sure that you didn’t waste a drop, making you swallow them all in front of him.
“Tell me, how does it taste?” 
“I-It tastes so good…” 
As soon as he heard that, he quickly pulled you up and slammed you down on one of the tables nearby, quickly pulling down the cargo pants that you were wearing before he had a little moment of admiring your ass, his hands moving in circular motions around them. 
“You’re so pretty, princess. And this is all for me,” Sangyeon praised before he grabbed hold of your underwear, pulling them down before positioning his cock at your entrance and pushing it all the way in, earning a yelp from you in return. 
He didn’t even give you time to adjust this time, it was as if he had gone ballistic, and all he wanted to do was to fuck you deep and hard. 
“Did you miss my cock, baby?”
“Hhngh…v-very much, Sangyeon…”
“How does it feel for me to be in you again?” 
“It feels…so good…” you whispered as you tried to catch your breath in between each thrust. 
“Take it all, baby. Take all of my cock,” he picks up his pace, thrusting in you harder and harder each second. He was basically just tearing your walls apart at this point, and he just continued to push in deeper with each moan and whimper you let out. 
“S-Sangyeon…I’m not going to last…” you cried. 
“Then cum with me then, do it together with me, baby.”
Leaning down to grab hold of your neck as he diverted your direction towards him, he crashed his lips onto yours again, all while he was fucking you like there’s no tomorrow. The kisses continued, and you were certain he was out of his mind now, not letting you breathe properly through it all. 
Eventually, you screamed into the kiss as you both finally released both of your liquids together, now slowing down the pace as you both broke apart for a breath of fresh air. Throughout the heavy panting, Sangyeon was slowly massaging your breasts, resting his head with yours. 
“So, Y/N. What do you say about our proposal?” 
It was the first time you heard him say your name, and it definitely sounded so good coming out of his mouth. 
So many red flags went through your mind. You knew very well how this was all a bad idea. There’s no way you could accept a trade like this; it was absolutely insane and out of the question. He was just a one-night stand, and now, your teacher’s assistant. Whatever happened between you two should’ve just stopped right there and then. It was far too risky and dangerous to keep this going. 
Saying no is the only probable answer at this point. There was no way you were going to agree with all of this.
No, you couldn’t. 
Ever. 
“You know…you’re umm…actually pretty good…with all of this…” you stammered, mentally wanting to slap yourself for even blurting out all of that. 
That comment only made Sangyeon grin much wider than he already did before, causing him to pull you up as he kissed you deeper and continued fondling your breast roughly. 
“I knew you’d say yes, sweetheart.”
Oh, god. Whatever have you got yourself into? 
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setsugekka · 11 months
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❥six-thirty (m)
↳ sunwoo is just a friend. A friend with a fire-hot possessive streak.
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kim sunwoo x fem!reader — friends with benefits, explicit sexual content [2,5k wc] cws: penetrative sex (unprotected), possessiveness, rough sex, a lot of dirty talking, praise, a drop of humiliation.
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“Just tell him to fuck off already!”
You pretend to be taken aback by the words in spite of you doing everything in your power to bring the man to this point of contention — a friends with benefits situation going on for far longer than any of the other ones have lasted, but hey, what can you say?
Sunwoo happens to be a bit more fun than the rest.
His voice whiny and exasperated as he dramatically tosses, turns and kicks his feet in your bed like a toddler; under typical circumstances a far from enticing display, but from him, you know what it means for you to get him upset like this.
And shortly after tiring from his fit, Sunwoo makes quick work of snuggling up from behind you — chest pressed against your back and chin comfortably nestled between your shoulder and your neck as he showers the exposed skin with delicate kisses. Phone still in hand, you dim the screen as you feel him creep up — partially, because there’s nothing to be seen there, anyway, but mostly because you know doing so will make him feel crazy.
It’s a point of contention, sure, his jealous-streak, but more than that, it makes the sex fucking spectacular.
“Why are you even talking to him right now when you’re with me?” He finally asks, opting out of the previous demand and instead slinking back into his usual role — a pointed knee pressing between your legs in an effort to part them just slightly as his hand begins its anticipated journey down the side of you and between your legs from over your hip.
“Oh, but he’s just a friend.”
A playful quip back to him as you turn your head just slight enough that he can see your attempt at making eye contact. The scoff escaping from his plump lips telling enough that you’re triumphant in precisely what it is that you’re aiming for.
“I’m just a friend, too.”
“So, why are you so possessive then?”
“Because! It makes me crazy thinking about you being with other men! Why do you even need other men—” pausing then as his middle finger finally meets it’s mark against your clit, and hesitantly drawing slow, dull circles into you as you press your behind back and against his barely clothed form.
What’s wrong with a little jealousy-fueled round two, after all? With both merely in undergarments as is, may as well make the most of the time.
“—who makes you cum like I do? You get me like this so I’ll fuck you sideways, I’m nothing but a pawn to you, huh?”
At face value, the words seem more pointed than they are; hot breath fanning over the exposed skin of your arm as he continues trailing his lips across any skin that he can sink his teeth into and still more than focused on the busy work of his hand — surely, if he were really upset, he simply wouldn’t be partaking in any such games.
But suppose the being a pawn works in both of your favors.
“Maybe so, what are you gonna do about it, then?”
A cunning retort, you know it’ll drive him mad.
“I know you want me to say that I’ll fuck you dumb and just have to make it so you never crave another man ever again,” he bemoans against your ear, voice low and heady and simultaneously feeling the way the pressure of his finger against you picks up just that much more as he says the words. Arching your back even more to press yourself against his now ever present erection, the both of you silently opt out of further conversation on the matter in the immediately present tense and instead — Sunwoo with his other hand, gently shimmying his underwear down and out of the way enough to pull his length from the confines of the fabric and press the tip against precisely where you want him to be, it’s only then, than he finally decides you worthy of a continuation of the thought.
“So, I won’t say it. I’ll just have to do it.”
With the hand between your legs, pulling your hips back and towards him as he effectively uses the leverage to push you down and onto his cock all over again — the sinful sigh that eventually transforms into a groan against your ear as he feels you envelop him — you meet him there, having received exactly what it was that you had set out to achieve; a pitiful whimper dropping from your lips at the feeling of him filling so you completely as his hips meet flush against your ass with an excruciating slow drive.
Stilling inside of you, Sunwoo drags his hand up the front of you — lingering slightly on your breast to gently pinch and run circles into the nub as he kisses and nips at the flesh of your neck and jaw so hungrily it’s as if he has intent to devour you entirely — shortly thereafter, the continued journey upwards as his hand settles on the underside of your chin, pulling your face up to grant him better, easier access to previously untouched skin there.
Sucking and biting marks into you, he finally pulls his hips back slowly only to press forward just as leisurely as he had previously. Torturous, and of course it is — just as intended.
It’s sort of what makes sex with him so good.
A languid, slow rhythm against you, offering such little friction that you feel as though your mind may numb from the want and need of more of him — faster, harder, more, more, more.
Shifting the placement of his hand ever so slightly, from your dazed, needy state you feel the tapping of his middle finger against your lips and almost instinctively you part them for entry — Sunwoo quickly sheathing two of them against your tongue and groaning at the sensation of you tightly closing your mouth around them as if so painfully hungry for his cock in any way that even just having this will have to do, for now.
“You’re so mean to me,” he finally says with words that are half air. “Tease me, get me all upset with you just so I’ll fuck you — you know, you can just ask nicely.”
With a face stuffed full of him, you only moan in response. Well aware of your inability to answer him, he carries on the discussion as if speaking only to himself.
“If you were nice, I’d fuck you nicer, too—”
Pressing his hand further towards the back of your throat, you feel the familiar sensation of your eyes beginning to water before he grants you quick reprieve.
“—but you don’t want that, do you?”
It’s such a small shift in speed that you might not notice it if not painstakingly hungry for the release that you know will eventually be granted to you — now hyper aware of every movement he makes from behind you in any effort to get more friction from the cock buried inside of you — another whimper spilling from between his fingers at it, to which, Sunwoo can only laugh.
“When did you get so needy? But, I suppose—”
Drawing from you nearly entirely only to fully sheath himself inside of you again with a fast snap of his hips — impact so hard it has you jutting forward against the mattress as he does so — Sunwoo finally frees his other arm from the awkwardness of the position to bring it up and fold a hand into your hair. Not especially hard, and not with intent to hurt all that much, but rather, a familiar sting that lets you know that he’s there.
And then suddenly, the removal of his fingers from between your lips, hand back to its firm position at the place where your chin and throat meet.
Hot breath against your ear again, then another hard, quick drive of himself into you. You can’t help but cry out in response to it.
A man not known to be a domineering, or violent lover — but rather, a man who likes to stake his claim on what he sees as his.
“How d'you want me?”
A question coming a bit out of left field: The inquiry in and of itself relatively innocuous between lovers, but when pulled apart to be viewed in layers — ‘how do you want to receive me?’ — the understanding that he be the one giving himself to you, rather that alternatively, or even beyond that — perhaps it be both simultaneously.
You don’t answer quick enough for his liking, however, now well into playing his role. Fingers just ever so faintly digging harder into your hair to entice you to respond — your lust-filled mind instead honed in on the perfect drag of his cock and the way that his breath catches in his throat with every glide into you. Pulling it together enough to give it what it is that he’s searching for — you do what you can, but it’s not much.
“F-fuck me from behind.”
“Yeah,” he huffs out, already halfway through pulling himself from between your legs as if he anticipated the answer all along. Which he had. “Thought so.”
Quick with his work as he pushes you forward and brings himself to his knees just behind you, hands dipping down to your hips and pulling them up to meet his own — leaning forward to pull each arm back and clasped within a hand like makeshift handcuffs as he uses the other to carefully position himself for reentry.
The whole thing happening in a span of what you can only fathom to be ten seconds or less.
Balancing yourself on your chest and shoulders with no hands for leverage otherwise as your head is forced to be turned back for what little of him you can visualize, once again the slow, smooth slip of him entering you from behind, but with the new angle feeling fuller, longer — more of him entirely as he’s painfully slow with bottoming out inside of you.
“Feel good?”
You hate that he’s asking, largely due to the fact that the ability to speak is not one that comes easily to you now, but you also know that to be highly in part why it is that he’s doing so.
Intent to wreck you. Destroy you. Not with aggression, or violence, but rather with attention to detail, pleasure, and hopefully, the insatiable need to have no one but him inside of you ever again.
“Already can’t talk?” He teases, quickly settling into a steady pace against you as he holds you firmly in place with your hands pressed into the small of your back and whimpering with every drive of his cock into you. “You’re so pretty like this, God, you take me so well. Come on, baby, tell me how good I feel.”
It’s far more mental for Sunwoo than it is physical.
“You feel so good, so good.” You finally manage out, for his sake — gathering enough mental fortitude to string a sentence together for the man since you know he needs it so badly.
He likes the praise just as much as you do.
Groaning at the words and the confirmation even more so with an especially hard few snaps of his hips into you — you kind of hate how easy it is for him to make you cum, but also, it’s sort of why you’ve kept him around this long, after all. Tightening in your abdomen, you whimper out his name just enough for him to catch onto — he knows the signal, free hand darting down to between your legs to rub against your clit with the flat of his fingers.
The feeling nearly has your knees buckling then and there, but not with his hold onto you.
“Gonna cum, baby?”
“Fuck, yes, don’t stop—” you say, coming out as a bit more like a demand than intended, but knowing it probably gets him going all the same, who cares, really?
“This what you wanted? So needy and pathetic to have me fuck you into the mattress like this? Now you’re making demands?”
Oops.
“Can’t wait to make a mess of you,” he says, first slowing the intensity of his thrusts to allow a small, trailing of saliva to drip from his mouth to the precise place in which his cock disappears inside of you before slowly at first carrying on again. “Messy, nasty, baby, but all for me.”
Mentally, it does a bit of a number on you. More than anticipated, and you know that he can feel the way your muscles clench down around his length as he settles back into his hard and fast drive into you. Moaning at the feeling, Sunwoo can’t help but comment on it — “Oh? You like that, huh? You want me to ruin you, don’t you?”
The 'yes’ falls from your lips before you even have a shot at pulling it back for reconsideration.
Grip on your wrists tightening that much more, Sunwoo pulls you firmer back and against his hips, fingers digging harder circles against your clit to finally push you into your orgasm. It’s certainly working as he fucks you harder than before, fuller thrusts as he pulls nearly entirely from your drenched cunt to deliver back the complete glide of his cock to you.
“Cum on my cock. I’ll give you what you want.”
Not sure if it’s the physicality of everything, the sinful throatiness to his voice, the words themselves, or everything combined that has the simple demand pulling exactly that from you — thighs quivering and teeth gritted as you whine and shout through the intensity of your high — Sunwoo all the while fucking you through its totality. Over the peak and tailing towards the come down is when he cums with a loud groan and a few extra hard and rough snaps of his hips. Whispered chants of “gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck—” before burying himself so deep into you it nearly brings discomfort as he empties his load.
Heavy breaths resounding through the room as the both of you slowly come back down from your euphoric releases, Sunwoo gently pulling his softening length from you with a wince of overstimulation — only to watch in awe as his cum messily spills from you as you lazily remain in your assumed position.
“You better tell me if you let another guy cum inside of you,” he begins, and at first, the words set off a particular set of alarm bells in your head. Alarms that say 'this isn’t part of the game,’ and 'this is getting a bit too serious,’ before you feel long, adept fingers fucking his work right back into from where it had left.
“Because I’ll fuck my load into your already cum-filled cunt, too.”
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ericscroptop · 1 month
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Best Friends
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✧ pairing: kim sunwoo x best friend fem! reader
✦ genre: fwb + smut
✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) smut, doggy style, unprotected sex, pet names, cursing, angst??? lowkey unrequited love, lmk if i’m missing anything else!
✦ word count: 1.9k words
✧ synopsis: sunwoo is secure in what you two have, while you end up getting sidetracked and catching little feelings for your best friend.
✦ note: this is based off the weeknd’s song “best friends.” highly underrated song imo. i hope y’all enjoy xx
(i might write a prequel to this of when it all started, but only if i get motivated, lol. though, this is a stand-alone fic!)
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You lie naked on your abdomen over his white sheets, lowered on your elbows, face down and ass in the air while Sunwoo fucks you from behind.
You’re entranced by the intoxicating feeling of your best friend’s thick cock thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. His hips are ramming against your ass rhythmically, causing your body to bounce right back against him at the animalistic act.
His finger nails gripped your hips and buttocks as he fucked you relentlessly, so hard that you’d be left with bruises and crescent shaped marks over your flesh.
A pillow pressed against your face muffles the whimpers and moans leaving your throat. Sunwoo tsks at your suppressed sounds and doesn’t hesitate in grabbing a fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, yanking your head away from what’s shielding your noises and pulling your head upwards.
Immediately forced to now be on all fours, your fingers gripped his sheets while you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure at his harsh hold and cock navigating your tight walls.
“Come on, let me hear you, doll,” Sunwoo grunts as he continues to move his length in and out of you.
He now hears you panting clearly and a smirk plasters over his face listening to your fucked out breathing in response to his cock bringing you stimulation.
“Is girly gettin’ her brains fucked out so good that she can’t catch a breath?” Sunwoo lifts a hand to grab the flesh of your ass cheek, massaging the skin before he gives it a harsh slap.
“Ahhh fuck— Sunwoo!” your head snapped back at the stinging his hand left, yelling in response to his roughness.
He chuckles smugly at your reaction, and continues to ram into you.
“Would’ve never guessed you liked it rough for such a cute, sweet girl.”
“Should’ve known when you basically begged me to use you like a rag doll after one month into meeting me.”
You felt that you have completely lost all your senses from the overwhelming sensation of warmth and fullness from Sunwoo’s cock.
You’re insanely horny, starting to pound back shamelessly to fuck as much of him as you can, feeling his cock so hard that it hurts so good.
“Greedy girl, huh?” his hands move around your hips while his own slam into you harder, his sweaty balls clapping ferociously against your cunt.
More filthy noises ranging from high to low escaped your mouth as you were on cloud nine.
You were so overwhelmed in stimulation from fucking.
The lewd sounds of you guy’s intense breathing and moaning, the wetness of your sex, and the sound of the bed creaking.
Your body being shaken and boobs bouncing from his hips plunging against your ass.
His hot cock pounding your warm pussy and tight walls, providing pleasurable friction.
Pure euphoria.
Your cunt’s walls squeezed around Sunwoo’s length once he starts hitting the jackpot that is your g-spot, eliciting a groan from his throat at the vibrations sent straight to his cock as a result of your clenching.
“Getting ready to cum? Let it all out, doll. Show me how much you enjoy being fucked dumb,” he grunts out, movements continuing frenetically.
“Oh—fuck!” You hiss at the familiar feeling of a coil in the pit of your stomach making an appearance. So fucking tight.
The penetration angle starts to become so intense that your pussy is ready to soak his cock in your cum.
Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape as you cry out, seeing stars while quivering.
Your heart rate increases, ears are ringing, and legs shake as you let go, coating his cock in your cum and juices.
You groan and groan again at your release, completely letting yourself fall face into the pillow you were over earlier.
“That’s right doll, s’ good.” Sunwoo praises, hands still holding your hips as he chases his own release for a couple seconds more, listening to your muffled whines in overstimulation.
You feel his dick pulsate and twitch before he pulls out, hissing at his warm cock leaving your walls.
You unfortunately can’t see him, since you’re faced down on the pillow all fucked out as he starts to jerk himself off at a fast pace.
He grunts lowly, jaw slack and muscles clenching while spewing his hot ropes of cum across your ass.
“Fuuuuck,” his voice trembles in feeling the wave of tingly pressure within each pump and in seeing the whitish fluid coating your butt cheeks.
You were infatuated with the way he fucks you from behind. The roughness of it all, and how you have become his prey.
Although Sunwoo never cummed inside of you (he says it’s because that would be too intimate) you enjoy feeling his semen paint your skin after every fuck, finding it submitting and erotic.
Sunwoo likes to fuck you from behind and as he pleases because he’s using you to release his frustrations as a college student athlete.
You let him use you like a rag doll because you have an attraction to him— of which, he knows about.
And it’s starting to become harder to ignore when you look like you want to pour your heart out to him when you two talk and after every sexual encounter, when he just wants to have casual sex.
He likes fucking you from behind because he rather not see that dreamy look in your eyes as you guys have sex, or he might end up getting too caught up past what it is.
And Lord knows he can’t do that.
He stumbles over from his own fucked out daze, parking his rear on the bed right in front of you.
You two take a minute to regulate your breaths and bodies, shivers and spasms flooding the each of you as you recover from intercourse.
You crane your head to look back at Sunwoo. Wisps of his black hair are fallen over his forehead, sticking to his skin in sweat from the adrenaline and physical activity.
He meets your gaze for a brief moment with a lopsided grin. He then shifts his eyes over to your ass milked in his cum.
Your eyes follow his gaze and you slightly move, feeling the soreness of your cunt and the juices that are slipping out, definitely staining his sheets.
His weight on the mattress disappears as he gets up, walking away for a moment to find a towel in his bathroom.
He comes back swiftly, goosebumps dancing across your body once the towel in his hands makes contact with your skin.
He gently begins cleaning you up, wiping off his cum from your butt cheeks and cleaning up your own mess from your cunt.
You hum as he wipes the body fluids off, the scent of your natural pheromones and sweat filling your nostrils.
Sunwoo chuckles seeing the flesh of your ass move at him rubbing the towel against your skin. He doesn’t hesitate to playfully slap the cheeks, resulting in you gasping and then wincing at the sensitivity.
Your teeth catch your bottom lip as you bite back a smile. It doesn’t end up reaching your face as it falters instead, watching him walk over to his nightstand to pick up his phone to check the time instead of laying next to you with you in his embrace.
And that’s when the post-nut clarity crashes all down on you.
“I gotta wash up before the game,” a hand of Sunwoo’s goes to scratch the back of his head, eyes evidently avoiding your gaze.
You simply nod and purse your lips, feeling the awkwardness you two normally shared post-sex.
He walks around his room and rummages through drawers to find fresh clothes for his shower. You simply watch as he does so, loneliness and shame beginning to creep up over your mind.
His body suddenly makes way towards you, and you perk up, thinking he’ll finally kiss you—a forehead kiss you at least hope, only to weakly smile when his hand reaches on the top of your head, ruffling your hair messily.
“Thanks, doll.” he whispers softly. His hand falls to his side and he wets his plump lips with his tongue.
Your eyes fall onto said lips, secretly longing for them to sync with yours. You crave that affection from him sometimes, past the rough sex you two have.
How foolish of you to think he’d give you more.
Sunwoo purses his lips as he sees your eyes observe them. His body shifts uncomfortably, feeling awkward from the atmosphere.
He sighs lightly as he begins to trudge towards his bathroom, stopping once he reaches the doorway to turn and look at you.
“You coming to the game tonight?” he questions with a nod.
“Yeah, i’m going with the girls as per usual.” you tilt your head and prompt your elbow up to rest your chin on the palm of your hand as you peer at him.
“Cool,” he sheepishly smiles. “You can grab something from the kitchen if you’d like, as always. I’ll see you later, y/n.”
And with that, he fully enters the bathroom and shuts the door.
Sunwoo quietly blows out air as he shuts himself in the bathroom, lids closing as he begins to feel like an asshole.
It’s heavily apparent that you want more from him, but he simply couldn’t offer you that. It wasn’t part of your agreement in this friend’s with benefits relationship.
He was the star soccer player. Notorious for breaking hearts as he prioritized the sport above meaningful relationships.
He didn’t think he was capable of balancing a relationship right now. It wasn’t in his cards. He was selfish and thought with his dick.
He also wanted to focus on being a good player while balancing school and maintaining his popularity.
Sex was an outlet for him. It made sense to just have casual flings and not put any meaning to it aside from fulfilling his sexual desires.
So when you approached him with the idea of doing anything to relieve his frustrations one night after a shitty game, who was he to refuse?
You two fucked hard when Sunwoo needed you. He fucked your throat and your cunt well after every encounter.
His only rules were no kissing, he won’t cum inside you, and your relationship remain a secret to anyone and everyone. It was plainly no strings attached.
He didn’t want to be held responsible for your heart if you two fall.
But as time went on, deep down, he knows he’s tearing you apart.
And you allow him to do so.
You swallow hard as he closed the door. Your body still lies naked on his bed, having no desire to get up.
Your face falls into your hands, sighing in frustration at the position you’ve put yourself in.
Unfortunately though, what sucks is that you rather have him like this than nothing at all.
There’s a power imbalance inherent in this with you on the downside, because of your stupid feelings.
You wanted Sunwoo so bad.
For his flirty personality and natural charm. For his respectful manners even though he fucks you like a whore. For his passion when he’s playing his heart out on the field. For his relaxed attitude towards others and life. For how he gets easily scared at the slightest of noises and things, of which, makes you laugh.
Your heart has caught up to you and it’s fucking you up.
You realized you don’t want to have sex as friends no more.
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A New Beginning With You | Lee Juyeon
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SUMMARY: it has been a couple of years since you and your childhood best friend, Juyeon, went on your separate ways. Years later, you were given the opportunity to return to Seoul to pursue a new career, only to find out that your new employer is the one you have been dreading to see. Will you toss away all of the emotions again, or will you finally come to terms and fix this broken relationship with him?
PAIRING: ceo!Juyeon x f!reader
GENRE: office au, ex-childhood friends to lovers, coming of age, angst, fluff
WARNINGS: nc-17, slow-burn, this is pretty angsty ngl 😭, betrayal, several heart wrenching moments (it takes a while for both Juyeon and reader to figure out their emotions), language (one curse word), miscommunication, alcohol consumption, reader gets drunk a couple of times, several heated arguments, petnames (princess, sweetheart), kissing
WORD COUNT: 15,466
A/N: here is my submission for deoboyznet's holiday exchange event!! boo @cloverdaisies i'm your secret santa 🎅👀 ngl i did struggle with the prompts that you gave mainly cs i don't usually read/watch coming of age works so i hope i did this fic justice 🥹🥹🥹 big big shoutout to @momhwa-agenda for choosing the banner, also helping me to beta read (along with @from-izzy @juyeonszn) sending my unending kisses and hugs to all of you 😘💕
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Seven years ago 
“What do you mean you’re leaving?” 
It all just felt so sudden, and you weren’t sure if you were hallucinating as you heard those words that came out from the mouth of your best friend for the past seventeen years. You both have made a promise to one another since you both were in kindergarten that no matter how big or small the situation may be, you both will always have each other’s backs and that no secrets were to be kept from one another, even if they may feel like you have been punched right into the face during the aftermath of it all. 
Or that was what you thought. 
“Y/N…I had no control over anything…you do know how my father often has to travel across the globe for his job—”
“But that doesn’t change the fact that you decided to keep it a secret from me when you first discovered that you were potentially going to follow your father’s footsteps for his company.” 
From the beginning, you knew that Juyeon’s father worked at a relatively elite corporate company. Because of his status, he was often sent away to various countries to fulfill his job. It has been decades since his father has been in and out of Seoul, and he would often travel on his own not wanting to bother his family and wanting them to have a peaceful life here. 
Never in a million years would you have thought that he would bring his entire family along with him as he starts a new chapter in his life in the States, and also get Juyeon to follow in his father’s footsteps. 
You were on the verge of crying, your cheeks were heating up, and you had unintentionally balled up your fists, clearly failing terribly to suppress the anger and betrayal you felt. 
“I just don’t get it, Juyeon. You have always wanted to pursue basketball. Hell, you have even sought a sports scholarship to get into one of the prestigious universities in Seoul! Why are you giving up now?” You huffed. 
You could tell that he was showing some reluctance in his answer, and truthfully, he didn’t really know how to give you an answer, either. But he decided to reply in the most plausible and fitting one that was right for the current situation you both were in. 
“Family has to always come first, Y/N. If it were for my family's future, especially my stay-at-home mother and younger brother, I would do anything to ensure my father and I can provide for them.” 
You scoffed. “Bullshit.” 
You took a few steps forward until you were merely inches apart. Looking straight into Juyeon’s eyes, you could tell he felt the same way and was also trying to hold back his tears. 
“You’re not the Juyeon I know. My Juyeon, who has been right by my side ever since we were kids, would always go above and beyond to work for what he truly wants. He is never afraid to voice his opinion, and he would do anything to ensure his happiness would be fulfilled no matter the consequences.” 
Finally, the tears that you have held back for so long began dripping down your face as you began to hit him simultaneously on his chest.  
“What exactly happened to you, Juyeon?”
At the same time, tears clouded his vision as a single teardrop dripped onto his face. You could tell that something was holding him back from telling you the truth, if any, and his following answer would break you down even more.
“I’m sorry, Y/N.”
With that, a black car pulls up at the school entrance, revealing his younger brother rolling down the window to call out for his big brother. You could see multiple pieces of luggage lined up at the back trunk of the car, and they were ready to head straight to the airport. 
With a glance back to signal to his family that he would be coming shortly, he turned to you to apologise once more before gently pushing you away to leave.
“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I wish you all the best in your future as you enter university and eventually the workforce.” 
Just like that, Juyeon quickly sped down the stairs and opened the door to the car before settling in. Within seconds, his parents, sitting in the front seats, gave you a little wave before they drove away right through the exit. 
Almost instantly, all of the built-up tension was suddenly released from you all at once, and you finally broke down crying at the entrance of your high school. What you thought would be a memorable, happy graduation for you both as you parted ways with your youth years turned out to be one sad separation from your best friend. 
You both planned your summer holidays with one another before officially enrolling in university in the autumn. You were going to head to Busan for a five-day trip during the first month, going to visit your aunt who lived on the outskirts of Seoul to help her in her fieldwork (especially when she has a soft spot for Juyeon), and even going to visit all of the bazaars that were going to be held in central Seoul. 
There were so many potential activities and times you could have had with one another, and you were even planning to propose to Juyeon that you wanted to be more than just childhood friends. 
Because you have been having an insane crush on him since you were kids, and you realised it was love by the time you both entered high school.
Unfortunately, it was too late to confess your love to him, as he was now long gone, heading straight to the airport before he eventually said his final goodbye to his home for the past seventeen years, Seoul. 
Maybe it was fate that you both were just not meant to be with one another; perhaps it was why his father had no choice but to bring his whole family with him to start a new life in the States. 
For the first time, you cursed and blamed yourself for having such hope and planning a potential future with someone who was clearly out of your league, and you thought it had all been a waste of time since the beginning. 
With that, the little needle-felted cat you have been hiding and made last night was released from your grips as he fell towards the stairs and eventually towards the ground. As you noticed, more tears kept welling up in your eyes, and you brought both hands to cover your face, not wanting to care about anything right now. 
I shouldn’t have had so much hope. I was stupid enough actually to fall in love with you, Juyeon.
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Present Day 
“Oh, Y/N! Looks like your article just got published in the London Mail this morning!” 
Your co-worker gave you a little pat on the back before he placed the newspapers right onto your desk, and it was clear how your article was published right on the front page with your name written very obviously at the right corner. 
“Please, it was nothing. It’s what I do all the time,” you replied bluntly. 
“What do you mean it was nothing? You just interviewed the rising actor of the month! That’s big news, and you deserve to celebrate it!" 
“Please, it really is nothing—” 
“Hey everyone, our department needs a little night out after work at the local pub! We’re toasting to Y/N’s big break in the news today!” 
Your co-worker shouted out loud, and eventually, cheers erupted in the office, everyone congratulating you and thinking about the potential drinks and songs they would go for once work is over. 
You smiled and chuckled at the sight. You have always loved your job and are grateful to have met such a fantastic group of people in this company. 
It wasn’t your dream to pursue the path of becoming a reporter in the beginning. Sure, you have always had a passion for writing, but you have always considered it your hobby. Thanks to your sister, who was studying abroad in Manchester then, who convinced you to take that leap of faith and turn that hobby into a potential job. 
So here you were, living the best of your life. You followed your sister’s footsteps and went on to live abroad in the UK, enrolling in the University of Manchester, where you successfully graduated with honours the past year. Thankfully, you secured a place in the London Mail right after graduation due to your outstanding grades. 
The move from Manchester to London was a bit tough, but you initially managed to pull through with your sister and her boyfriend's help. They were kind enough to help you settle down and stayed with you for the first couple weeks before returning to Manchester. You miss your sister’s presence, but you know that eventually, you had to venture out on your own and face reality as an adult. 
It has been a year, and you have adapted to living alone. Often, things would get tough, but it was also thanks to you having such a fantastic team of colleagues that you were able to pull through it all, even when there were times you had to work overtime to fulfill all of the datelines that were pilling up nonstop, especially during the holiday seasons. 
It wasn’t until recently that your article was accepted and published on the main cover page of the news, and that was when you finally earned your big break after a year. The company has deemed you to be one of the most talented youngsters they have had over the past decade, and they were more than happy to have had you as their employee. 
Since then, things have settled down for you as you got a pay rise and had fewer hours to give you more time to rest well, mainly when you only survived with four to five hours of sleep daily. Now, you can eat your breakfast correctly and get a good seven to eight hours of sleep before coming every day. 
Just as your co-workers were having the time of their lives trying to figure out the plans for tonight after work, your office desk telephone rang, and you picked it up hastily, thinking that you’d have another big scoop to write about
But it was from the CEO. 
“Miss Y/N, please report to my office immediately.”
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You were back home after that fun night out at your local pub with your co-workers, holding a beer in hand as you FaceTime your sister over the phone. 
“Well, it’s a good opportunity for you, don’t you think, Y/N?” 
“I’m not too sure about all of this, sis. Like yeah, it would be great that I would be back home, but still—”
“Hey, I know mom would be ecstatic to have you back in Seoul with her. And it just so happened that you have been telling me how you recently began feeling a little homesick. I’d say it would be great for you to take up the offer.” She reassured. 
It was the moment your mouth fell open wide when you heard that you had been offered to be a senior reporter for one of Seoul’s top magazines at the moment, GQ Korea, where you would be interviewing potentially all of the current well-known celebrities in the country and getting a higher pay as well. 
It seems that they have come across your contributions from the London Mail, and they were keen to have you on their team. Your first thought was grateful as your works were recognised globally, but also because you miss being home. But another part of you has already settled in the UK, so you weren’t sure if leaving now would be the right choice. 
But now that your sister has given you some input, that was when you knew that it wouldn’t hurt to try it out, at the very least. 
With one final sip of your beer, you leaned forward and gave your sister a smile for the first time since calling her this evening. 
“I’m going home now, sis.”
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It has been a week since you settled into Seoul, and you have loved being back in your comfort zone: the culture, the food, and the environment you grew up in. 
Your mom was overjoyed as she picked you up from the airport, insisting she would take your luggage, especially when you have flown almost twenty-four hours just to get home. By the time you got home, your mom was already ready and prepared with all the dishes she had premade before your arrival and needed to heat them quickly. 
You quickly took a shower before joining her at the dining table. You both chatted for close to midnight before she told you she would sleep ahead of you. Meanwhile, you decided to clean up your childhood bedroom to make space for everything you brought back from London. 
There was this nostalgia as you entered your room; everything was still the same, exactly how you had left it when you left for the UK years ago. The same old blue painting on the wall, all your posters hung on them, even your favourite comic books that were still arranged nicely on your bookshelf. 
You could tell there wasn’t a speck of dust in the room, indicating that your mom must have cleaned it occasionally. You couldn’t help but sigh, thinking about all the hard work she always puts herself through. 
It took you a while to go through all your belongings, mainly because you were reminiscing as you looked at the pictures, books, and figurines scattered throughout your room.
It wasn’t until you came across a box tucked away at the corners of your room that you pulled them out towards the centre as you opened them up. 
And god, you wished you hadn’t done that. 
All the pictures and items contained memories you had with your past lover, Lee Juyeon. 
You paused momentarily before reaching out to pick up the first item on top of the box: a picture. 
It was taken when you both were in kindergarten. You were holding hands, wearing backpacks and little yellow helmets on your heads. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight; it was nostalgic and cute. 
Right after that, you took out a pair of bracelets right below the picture. It was a friendship bracelet that you both made during middle school. It was summer when you recently discovered the trend of making friendship bracelets, where you went straight to Juyeon’s house across the street, practically dragged him back to your house, and got him to make one with you. You giggled at the thought of how Juyeon was so lost at the time, having to come to you almost every five seconds to tell you that he had either lost a piece or was having trouble threading the beads through the string. 
When you thought it would all be good memories, you stumbled upon the one item you wished you would not have to see again.
The needle-felted cat you made for him on the night before graduation. 
Unbeknownst to you, your hands began to tremble as you took the cat into your hands, staring at it as the memories flashed back: how you would give this to Juyeon and tell him that you were ready to be more than just close friends, up to the point of how he suddenly announced to you that he was leaving for good. 
Slowly, you felt that your tears were beginning to well up in your eyes, and you quickly dumped all of the items back into the box and tucked them back in the corner, using a few items you had in your room, such as cardboard to block it completely out of sight. 
You were not ready to go through all of the roller coasters of emotion once again. 
Especially when deep down in your heart, you still had some feelings left for him. Even if you did not wish to admit it out loud.
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You stood outside the tall building as you tried your best to fix up the blazer that your mum insisted you put on for your big day. With your handbag and laptop, you gave yourself a deep breath before mentally preparing yourself that this would be your new workplace from now on. 
You looked to see the vast sign plastered outside the building: GQ Korea. You were definitely at the right place. It took you a few seconds to finally be able to take your very first steps into the building. Once you did, you were amazed at the astonishing art that filled the reception floor. It was a fashion and art magazine; after all, there was no doubt that the company's directors entailed such a choice of decorations to captivate everyone who walked into their building. 
You walked straight towards the counter, where you were greeted by two ladies who were already expecting your arrival. Immediately, they got you signed up in the system, and one guided you to one of the fifth floors, where you would be meeting your new team and department that you would be working with. 
As you were guided into the head of the department’s office, Ms Kim, who has been guiding and overlooking this particular department for the past five years, greeted you and made you feel comfortable instantly, which made all of your tensed-up muscles relax fairly quickly. She communicated well with you and, surprisingly, even shared some of the same ideals as you did. You were beyond grateful to hear when she mentioned that she has kept up with your works from the London Mail, and it was about time that the team needed someone like you. 
Once both of you had taken the time to break the ice, Ms Kim led you to your desk just outside her office, where countless cubicles filled the entire floor. At first glance, you have estimated that there were about fifty employees who worked in this department. It didn’t take them long to greet you personally before you eventually made your way to your desk in the middle of the floor. 
As you unloaded your bag of materials onto the desk and placed them in an organised manner, your hands digging through your bag finally stopped when you felt a familiar material. Instantly, you pulled it out to check what it was, and you were once again left speechless with what it was. 
A picture of you and Juyeon back during your graduation from high school.
The only plausible reason it was in your workbag was because of your mother. You have never once told her that things ended badly between you both, and you have always shrugged off the fact that you were still keeping in touch with the man himself and that you both were still having a healthy friendship. You just didn’t want her to worry much, especially when she knew how much you both have been through, and she practically treated Juyeon like her own son. 
As all loving mothers would do, she woke up hours ahead of you this morning to prepare you a filling bento box. She wrapped it with traditional cloth and placed it neatly into your work bag. At the same time, she probably put the little picture frame into the bag, hoping it would motivate you during work and decorate your new workplace. 
With just a few seconds of staring at it, you looked down to see an empty trash bin that sat right beneath your work desk, and without thinking much, you immediately placed the picture right into it. 
I’m sorry, mom. But I will not be needing it anymore.
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Your first week of work flew by quickly as you easily got used to the working lifestyle. Seoul was your home, and it wasn’t hard to adapt back to the culture. In fact, you were grateful that your new group of co-workers could be on par with the ones back in London; they were all as great and supportive in helping you ease into the new environment. Your new co-workers even encouraged you to head out for a little drink at the local izakaya restaurant after work since it has been a long weekend for everyone, and you surely did enjoy the little company you had before heading home a little after midnight. 
In terms of fitting in as GQ Korea's new reporter, it has been a thrilling ride learning about all of the entertainment biz that has been going on in the country. Since your forte was with celebrities, your head of department had assigned you the same, focusing on the rising K-Pop stars in the industry. 
It has been a while since you kept up with Korean celebrities since you mainly focused on Western artists abroad for a couple of years. But as you kept up with the news and made sure to read the newspaper first thing every morning you came right in, you made sure that you have been kept up to date with all of the latest announcements and events that have been going on in the industry. 
Today was a big day for you as Ms Kim had instructed you to head up to the top floor, where you would first meet up with the CEO for the very first time since joining the company as he would like to brief you through the details in regards to the celebrities that will be coming later in the day.
You thought it was probably some hotshot celeb for the CEO to personally guide you through each step regarding what or how you should deal with them. However, you weren’t too mad since you figured they probably did things differently here in Seoul.
As you finally reached the top floor, you were then escorted by whom you assumed to be the CEO’s personal assistant, who was already expecting your arrival as they kindly let your head department know that she was free to leave. The walk down the hallway towards the CEO’s office seemed a little daunting to you for some reason; perhaps it was also because you were meeting someone who is considered to be one of the famous people in the heart of Seoul—there’s a reason why GQ Korea is always on the top-selling markets. 
As the assistant kindly knocked on the door and got a verbal cue from the other side, she took a step behind to let you move forward as you slowly turned the doorknob to enter the room. 
Immediately, you notice how the entire office is decorated extravagantly, filled with tons of high-end decorations that suit the taste of the CEO himself. The wide, clear windows dominated most of the room, offering a panoramic cityscape view. A curated selection of artwork filled the walls, which added a little personal touch to the working space. 
You didn’t realise that your mouth was wide open as you slowly took in the mesmerising view until you turned towards the desk, where the CEO was sitting on his chair with his back facing you, flipping through multiple documents in his hands. 
As you slowly made your way towards him, your little footsteps made the CEO’s ears perk up, causing the man to stand up and finally turn to face you in person for the first time. 
With that, your entire world seemed to pause for a moment. 
What exactly was going on? There was no way this young man could be the CEO, especially when you were certain that he had left Seoul years ago and sworn that his chances of returning to his homeland would be close to zero. Your laptop in hand was slowly beginning to slip off before you were brought back to reality and quickly caught it before it eventually hit the ground. 
That was when you finally muttered your first words since stepping into the CEO’s office. 
“J-Juyeon…?” 
It was pretty evident that the man himself was just as confused and shocked as you were; he practically stood there motionless, trying his best to make sense of the current situation.
“Y-Y/N? What are you doing here?” 
“I should be the one asking you that,” you replied. 
You were about to go haywire just from this interaction alone. It was hard enough for you to move on from what happened seven years ago, and it proved to be a lot harder than you thought when you came back a few weeks ago to see that all of the things that you’ve tried so hard to forget were now back in the comforts of your bedroom. 
Ever since then, you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t want anything to do with Juyeon anymore, and you have decided to shut your heart regarding anything related to the man himself. 
If only it were easier said than done. 
Juyeon finally took his first step away from his desk as he slowly approached you, extending his hand as if he was craving your touch again. You could tell that he was desperate for a little physical contact, perhaps to prove that you really stood in front of him. 
But you couldn’t, and you weren’t ready for any of that, so you backed off instead, giving him a clear signal that you weren’t on the same page as he was. 
There was this evident sadness in his eyes, and he tried his best to hold back his tears as his eyes began to water. 
“Y/N…I—”
“Miss L/N. You can address me that, Mr. Lee,” you bluntly replied before diverting your attention to the ground. 
It was when Juyeon finally got himself together and straightened his posture before clearing his throat. “Very well, Miss L/N. I’ll quickly brief you on the events happening today, with the group of celebrities arriving in a couple of hours soon. Please, have a seat.”
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“I hate him, I really do!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as you took the pint of beer in your hands before slamming it down onto the table. Your sister had to restrain you from causing a scene at the bar, trying to settle you down and handing you a glass of water to chug down your system. 
Your sister had just recently came back to Seoul for a little vacation, and you immediately asked that she could keep you accompany down at the local izakaya restaurant that you often visited to let off some steam. 
“Karma is really on your side huh, Y/N,” your sister teased. 
“I-It’s not funny, sissy….” your voice began to slur, indicating that you were starting to get drunk at this point. “Why…of all people, why?! Why did it have to be him? As my boss! In my new workplace!” 
“Look, it can’t be that bad. Who knows, maybe you might get another chance again with him.” 
“That’s not the point, sissy….after what he has done to me? After all that I have done to try my best to move on from the past? This should not be happening to me at all!” Your voice broke as you began tearing up, causing your sister to pull you close into her embrace, slowly caressing your back to help soothe you a little. 
Your sister was well aware of your history with Juyeon, especially when you’ve spent weeks, which eventually that turned into months of crying out to her over the phone since she was already studying abroad then, she knew how much the whole situation wrecked you badly, to the point that it has taken you months to start going out and meeting people outside of university eventually. 
She was there when you were both younger, seeing how you developed a crush on him later and knowing you weren’t just childhood friends and had something way more than that. It was a shame that Juyeon left without telling you, and she would’ve gone to the airport to confront him about it if only she had been back in Seoul then. But deep down, she knew Juyeon as much as you did and knew that suddenly, something probably came up for him to leave the country like that. 
As a matter of fact, your sister had always wished and rooted for you both to become a couple eventually; she had always been a firm believer of childhood friends to lovers anyway, especially when that was how she ended up with her current fiancé. Now that you both have reunited in the most unexpected way, she believes her theory about you both eventually having a second chance was stronger than ever before. 
With that, she lifted her eyebrows as if she had just come up with a brilliant idea. “Say, little sis. What exactly are you up to at work tomorrow?” 
You sniffled. “Umm…I guess I have a meeting with Juyeon to discuss the upcoming fashion show that is due to be set in a couple of months. Why do you ask?” 
Your sister gave you a little smirk in return before cradling you like a baby again. “Oh, it was nothing. I’m sure you’ll have a fruitful discussion tomorrow.”
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You dreaded coming to work today. The very first reason is that you woke up with a really bad hangover from last night, and you practically don’t remember much that has happened besides chugging down pints of beer from your system. It has been a while since you’ve drank this much, and most importantly, because you were upset over something. Otherwise, you were pretty much sober most of the time and always being the one to drag your co-workers home because they were far worse than you were. 
And, of course, it was also because you hated the idea that you must come face-to-face with your so-called ex-childhood best friend again—this time, in an actual meeting. Well, in some ways, you were glad that it was only a meeting for a potentially massive event that the company had been known to host for years and that Juyeon would probably be able to distinguish between personal and work-life issues. 
But still, you just weren’t ready to face him again, especially with the huge shock you’d received the day before. It was already hard enough for you to stay focused when Juyeon briefed you through your job scope and the meeting you would have for the day, trying your best not to let the tears drip down nor let the anger boil up. 
However, you had no choice since you must also stay professional at your work. You just got back to Korea, and there was no way you would chicken out and move everything back to the UK again. Well, potentially, you could, but it wouldn’t be an ethical move to make. 
So here you are, hugging your documents and laptop towards your chest, standing outside the meeting room. You had to take a few deep breaths before you could muster up the courage to turn the doorknob and enter the room. 
Once you did, you noticed how the entire room was filled up, with most of your co-workers in their designated seats, sorting through the documents they would use for the meeting. You immediately diverted your attention towards the front where Juyeon was seated, and you hated how you had actually spent a good minute admiring his features. 
He wore a simple beige coat over a white tee, paired with a pair of black slim pants with leather shoes. His black hair was styled all the way back, leaving a little strand of hair down on his forehead. He was busy flipping through his documents while setting up his laptop to project the PowerPoint slides for everyone to see. 
You just hated how extremely good-looking he was right now and that there was a high chance that you wouldn’t concentrate on your work throughout the next hour. 
And how you would actually want to run into his embrace and give him a little peck on the lips—
Wait, what? 
As Juyeon finally lifted his head from the monitor and looked at everyone else in the room, it was a sign that the meeting was about to commence, and you quickly took the still available seat, the front seat. 
Throughout the presentation, you tried your best to take in everything that Juyeon- well, your CEO, was trying to convey to his employees. It turns out that this upcoming fashion show would be one of the most crucial ones the company has ever done for years, especially now that all the big brands are willing to collaborate with GQ Korea and put out the best fashion show in the country. 
It was quite a breathtaking look to see how Juyeon was passionate about his job, talking and explaining each detail to his employees carefully while making it enjoyable for everyone to learn or be part of. With that, you have noticed how every single employee in the room was constantly taking down details as quickly as lightning, making sure not to miss out on any small detail. There were moments when some would raise their hands to ask further questions, and Juyeon was more than happy to answer them, making the whole meeting seem less stressful but instead quite engaging in return. 
There were times when you found yourself staring at him more than you should’ve, and every time he diverted his attention towards you, you would quickly duck your head down to look back at your laptop as if you were busy typing away on your notes. 
Time seemed to have passed quickly as Juyeon finally wrapped up the meeting and let everyone off. In fact, the meeting ended right at the dot, and it was just past noon, meaning it was lunchtime for all employees. Everyone was quick to dash through the door, their stomach grumbling after using up all of the energy for the meeting. For you, you decided to pack up your belongings at your own pace, knowing that you would be spending your lunch back at your cubicle with the little bento box your mother had packed for you this morning. 
As you are about to head straight for the door, the familiar voice stops you in your tracks, making you turn your head back to face the man himself. 
“Miss L/N, I would like to have a word with you.” 
Oh, god. It’s here. 
Mentally, you were cursing out all the vulgar words you knew at the back of your mind as you slowly approached your CEO, trying your best not to let out the croak in your voice. 
“Y-Yes, may I help you, Mr Lee?” 
“There is a place that I have to pay a short visit, and I would like you to keep me company.”
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Whenever an employer or the CEO would address their employees to keep them company as they pay a visit to a certain location, it usually meant that it was to meet up with a client or to survey certain products or places that could significantly be crucial for the company’s success. 
But here you were, sitting in one of the fancy cafes that wasn’t far from the office, having lunch with your CEO, who was sitting in front of you. 
Juyeon said nothing along the way as he brought you to the cafe, insisting that you sit down and order from the menu with no questions asked. As awkward as it was, you were about to deny his request before he looked straight down towards the menu, not even glancing at you. 
You figured this was probably part of the job, and there was no way you would deny your CEO’s request right here and then, especially when it was working hours and everything was strictly business. 
Once both of you have made your orders to the waitress that just passed by a minute ago, you diverted your attention towards the tablecloth, not wanting to look straight at Juyeon. However, his deep voice caught your attention, and you lifted your head back up after hearing the words you had wanted to say for the past seven years. 
“I think it’s about time I told you the truth, Y/N.” 
Oh, he called you by your name. 
As you focus your attention right on him, you can see the sadness in his eyes once more, just like how it was back when you first encountered him in his office the day before. 
“Umm…with due respect Mr Lee—”
“Juyeon is fine. We’re outside of work, Y/N. I would appreciate it if you could talk to me like we used to, and I will do the same,” he responded, slowly resting his arms on the tablecloth as if he were leaning slightly closer to you. 
With that you took a significantly big gulp, knowing that the day you longed for was finally here. You were about to get the answers you desperately needed to know, but at the same time, you weren’t so sure if you wanted to know the truth right now, especially with all of the things that you have gone through trying your best to take him out of your life completely. 
“Will you please give me a chance to listen to what I have to say?” He pleaded, looking at you with a desperate look in his eyes. 
Your gut and mind were trying to tell you that you have done your best to completely eliminate him in your life for the past seven years. Would you give up easily and open your enclosed heart just like that? After all of the hard work that you have done? 
Say no, Y/N. You have gotten over the guy. It’s all over between you two—
“Yeah. Go on.” 
Goddammit, Y/N. 
Immediately, his eyes lit up upon your words, and his shoulders slumped down a little, indicating that he has relaxed a bit. 
“Oh, thank god, Y/N. I guess you were still the same old Y/N that I remembered—”
“You said we’re not employers and employees now, so I’d say cut to the chase with what you have to say while you can, Juyeon,” you bluntly replied as you crossed your arms around you. 
In return, Juyeon gave you a little weak smile and a sigh before he eventually diverted his full attention to you. 
“Remember when we got separated back in high school? During our graduation day, you—”
“You left me behind, Juyeon.” 
“I didn’t have a choice back then, Y/N. But now I’m here to tell you everything. You have no idea how our stomach dropped when my father came home and told us that his company was about to go bankrupt, and we were on the verge of losing everything.” 
So that was what happened.
“And how it was also the day my mother found out that she had cancer and her chances of recovery were lower than expected.” 
“J-Juyeon…w-why didn’t you tell me all of this?” 
“I wanted to. I really wanted to so badly, Y/N. Because you’re my best friend, and you deserve to know everything. But I just didn’t know how to, and I was afraid of what might happen, and I don’t want to put the pressure on you.” 
“W-Where are they now, then?” 
Juyeon had to take in a big breath before choosing his following words wisely, knowing it must’ve been hard to even talk about it publicly. “Mom became bedridden, and she’s still receiving treatment in one of the hospitals back in the States. Dad is currently running a small little shop near the hospital along with my little brother.” 
“Then, why did you come back here?” 
“I came back because starting a proper company there was tough. I figured there might be a slight chance things could work out here in Seoul. With the remaining funds we had, I eventually begged my dad to give his final trust in me as I found a way to make things work out. Luckily, we had some acquaintances back here, and they helped me get into one of the prestigious universities and eventually landed me a job here at GQ Korea. I started as a normal employee before I eventually became their CEO a year prior.” 
It was then you noticed a single teardrop on the verge of dripping down his face from the corners of his eyes. Naturally and unbeknownst to you, your hand reached for the tissues placed neatly on the table, and you leaned in to wipe away that single teardrop. 
Only then did you both realise what you were doing, and that was when your eyes widened, and you were about to prop down back to your seat.
That was until Juyeon grabbed your wrist, not wanting to let you go. 
“This teardrop is nothing, Y/N. I’m so sorry you have to see this side of me. It’s not very cool, I guess,” he chuckled, trying his best to lighten up the mood a bit. 
As soon as he says those words, your other free hand eventually finds itself on Juyeon’s shoulders, causing the male’s eyes to widen this time before you finally speak out the words that you have always wanted to tell straight to his face all those years ago. 
“Juyeon, you need to start learning to put yourself before others. And I really mean it.” 
“Y/N, I—”
“No buts. Even after all these years, you’re still the same as before, always prioritising others before your own. As much as you are the most kind-hearted soul I’ve ever seen, you need to start loving and giving yourself some credit,” you replied, adding a little pressure onto your grip on his shoulders. 
With that, none of you said a word for a good couple of seconds, and you both just spent the entire time staring into each other's eyes as if you were conveying your messages non-verbally. That was until Juyeon finally decided to break the tension off by smiling at you, a genuine one you had consistently grown to love back then. 
“So, am I back in your good graces now, princess?” 
You were finally brought back to your senses, and you quickly removed both hands from him and sat down swiftly back on your chair, ducking your head down while giving a slight pout. 
Juyeon missed this sight of you and was absolutely admiring the whole situation that unfolded before him. Just then, both of your meals arrived, and the same waitress from before gently placed each of your respective ones in front of you. Juyeon then gently placed the cutlery in front of you. 
“Dig in,” he mentioned before whipping out the napkin and placing it right on his lap, before going in with his cutlery to cut through his steak. 
In return, you swiftly picked up yours and roughly cut through your freshly cooked breaded cod fish. 
“No one calls a normal friend princess, Lee freaking Juyeon,” you mumbled.
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Just when you thought that would be the only time you would actually spend some time alone with Juyeon, it turns out the male had perceived that you both were back just the way you were when you were kids. 
Since that day, Juyeon would actually make his way out to invite you often to join lunch with him at the same cafe, usually ordering a different dish from the wide selection of food on the menu. What Juyeon loved the most about the place was the ambience and good coffee, and he would always be seen ordering a big jumbo-sized cup of iced latte to bring back to his office to help get through the rest of the day. 
You, on the other hand, were often stuck with more or less the same few dishes that you’ve tried, and you, too, would order your usual iced americano back to the office once you both were done with the meal. 
At first, you have always tried your best to avoid having contact with him; that first lunch date was just a typical day, as you would try to convince yourself. But whenever Juyeon gets a little break out from the office, he would either send you a personal email or sometimes ask his personal assistant to come down to your department to inform you to wait for the man down at the lobby at noon. 
You obviously could do your very best to come up with excuses to let him know that you’re busy with something or you already have plans to eat with your co-workers, but it seemed that the heart does what it wants, and it does not align with the signals that your brain is trying to tell you; which is to avoid and cut off this whole friendship for good. 
So you were back to being the giddy seventeen-year-old little girl who often felt excited whenever you spent time with your childhood friend. Hence, every time you were taking the very last escalator down to the lobby, you would often use that little time to admire the way Juyeon would always lean against one of the pillars while swiping through his phone with one hand and keeping the other one inside the pocket of his coat. 
But you did not want to admit it just yet, so you would constantly remind yourself that he’s only back for a while; it wouldn’t be so easy to open up your ice-cold heart again. 
That was until today. 
Just a few days prior, Juyeon had given you a ticket to visit this huge Christmas market in the town centre. At first, you stared at the paper blankly, thinking it was all a joke and he couldn’t have gone with you. But the male made it clear that he invited you to come along, which would be the two of you together. 
Your heart was bouncing so fast that you were afraid it would eventually pop out of your chest as you slowly approached where you both were supposed to meet. You figured it best that you arrived twenty minutes earlier to compose yourself and try to understand your situation. 
As you paced back and forth for god knows how long, you finally heard your name being called out from the far distance, and you perked your head up to see that Juyeon was waving his hands and running towards you like he used to back when he was a kid. 
Once he finally stopped right in front of you, he began panting heavily to the point you were genuinely worried if this man was actually alright. 
“Woah, what the hell happened to you? You seemed like you were escaping from a monster or something,” you joked. 
“N-No…I went to get this for you…” Juyeon then hands you a brown paper bag, and you accept it while being all confused. 
“Open it, Y/N. Have a look at what’s inside,” he insisted before resting both hands on his hips. 
While giving Juyeon a weird look, you finally peeped into the bag and extended your arm into the brown bag before you finally felt something soft against your palms and eventually pulled whatever it was out. 
Your eyes widened when you saw what it was. 
“J-Juyeon…this…”
“Remember way back in high school; we promised each other that we would want to visit the Christmas markets, and how badly did you want this soft alpaca plushie that was way too expensive for neither of us to get our hands on? Yeah, I actually got it before the store closed like minutes ago.” 
He remembered. 
You have always been vocal about wanting this plushie for years, and there was no way your parents were buying it for you, claiming that it was way too expensive (which it was since it was part of a collaboration with one of the high-end fashion companies) and that you wouldn’t have a proper use for it. Back then, Juyeon couldn’t do anything but reassure you that one day, your wish would definitely come true while always giving you pinky promises. 
And now, you were finally receiving your biggest Christmas wishlist item as an adult, and you couldn’t be much happier. 
You laughed. “Juyeon, you do realise that I’m not a child anymore, right?” 
“Who says plushies are only meant for young children? Why can’t adults have their collection? I’ll tell you I have a Build-A-Bear in my bedroom.” 
“You must be joking.” 
“Mark my words, Y/N.” 
Eventually, you both started laughing out loud before you hugged the plushie close to you, activating the heating function in the toy to keep yourself warm; that was the main purpose that made you want to purchase this product long ago. 
“Thank you, Juyeon.” 
“Well, instead of thanking me, why don’t you keep me company for the night as we explore this Christmas market together?” 
You smiled. “With pleasure.”
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“Oh, Juyeon~ Have I ever told you how much I’ve admired your good looks? I’d like to think that your family genes are something else.”
After an hour or two of walking through the entire Christmas market and having too much fun going to each stall and trying out the different activities and food, you eventually stumbled upon one located towards the furthest end and sold various eggnog drinks. You have never tried this particular alcoholic beverage before; you were mostly used to the beers that you often get back in the pubs in London. However, Juyeon insisted that you give it a go especially for the Christmas season, and he eventually bought both of you a mug. 
The initial taste seemed a bit off to you, but once the alcohol started kicking in, you eventually began to chug the whole liquid down as if it were nobody’s business. After some time, one mug of eggnog began turning into two, and then three, and finally, you were pretty sure that you were on your fifth mug by now. 
That was when Juyeon realised that he should’ve stopped you by your second or third mug because now you were barely walking properly without his aid, and your speech began to slur as he linked your arms over his shoulders, trying his best to support you while walking you back home. 
You both had to take the subway trains to head back to your apartment and during the entire time, you were clingy with your childhood friend, often wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze while mumbling incoherent words. You caught the attention of all passengers and passersby, but Juyeon could only smile at how you looked right now. 
He had never seen you drunk before, and this was a whole new experience for him. But he wasn’t too mad that you reminded him so much of your younger self; it was as if he was witnessing the seven-year-old you again in the present day. 
After walking from the subway and, eventually, towards your front door to your apartment, Juyeon was about to take you up towards the elevator until you stopped him in his tracks.
“No Juyeon~ why are you leaving me so early? We still have so much more to see in the market!” 
He smiled. “Y/N, I think it’s time for you to head home to get some rest.” 
“But I don’t wanna~” 
With that, Juyeon grabbed hold of both your shoulders as he bent down to be on the same eye level as you, trying his best to talk to you in your drunken stage. 
“Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow, hmm? We’ve had loads of fun today, and besides, your mom and sister would be worried sick about you at this late hour.” 
Immediately, you lifted your pinky at him, which caused the male to stare at you blankly. “Pinky promise that I get to see you tomorrow, Juyeon-ie?” 
Oh, how insanely adorable you were to Juyeon right now. 
He chuckled before linking his pinky with yours, shaking it left and right slightly as if to seal the agreement. “I promise, we’ll see each other in the office first thing tomorrow morning.”
With the final pinky shake, Juyeon guided you towards the elevator and pressed the button. As you both waited for the elevator to come down to the ground floor, you suddenly broke off the silence, and Juyeon had to blink twice to know he wasn’t hearing things wrong. 
“I’ve always liked you Juyeon…even after all these years…I never stopped loving you…” you sobbed. 
Your nose was now sniffling, and you closed your eyes to let the tears drip down, not caring what Juyeon would think about all this. You were done trying to hold it back for so long, and you needed to let the burden that you’ve held onto for years finally let loose, and well, you were drunk at this point, so you couldn’t really control the words that slipped out from your mouth. 
“Why did you leave me just like that…did you know how much pain it has caused…and how hard I’ve tried to forget every single thing about you? I even threw away all of the pictures and toys we’d had together because the flashbacks of memories would often play in my mind upon seeing them,” you were now crying, and you began to raise your voice a little. 
“Why, Juyeon, WHY!!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, and immediately you burst out crying, plopping straight down onto the concrete floor. You hated how the alcohol wasn’t making you think straight and that you were feeling a roller coaster of emotions right now. 
Just let it out, Y/N. You’ve suffered long enough—
Immediately, a warm pair of arms wrapped around you, and a hand gently pushed your head down to let you rest on the crook of their neck. You finally glanced up to see that it was Juyeon, holding you tight and resting his chin on the top of your head. 
As much as you want to push yourself away from him, you can’t. You couldn’t explain why, and you have even made a pact to yourself that you wouldn’t want anything associated with him anymore. 
But why did the saying the heart wants what it wants have to be so accurate? 
You hated it, hated how you have always let your emotions take full control over your mind, not making you think straight, and often going against your plans. In fact, your heart ached so badly, and it was the same feeling that you felt seven years ago, right when Juyeon left you alone as he hopped onto his vehicle. 
The only thing you could do right now was to let the stream of tears pour down and cry out to your heart’s content. You felt weak, and you could do nothing to push him away. 
Juyeon couldn’t blame you, though, because how could he? Especially when he was the one who said nothing all those years ago. Now, he was seeing with his own eyes how much pain and trouble it has cost you, turning you into a vulnerable little petite girl who was crying her heart out in his arms. 
With that, he moved his lips down to plant a little kiss on your head and eventually closed his eyes as your cries filled up his eyedrums. 
“I’ll make it work, Y/N. I promise you that I’ll make things work this time.”
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“Oh, good fucking hell.” 
You were sitting on your work desk, bringing your hands to cover up your face. It was an absolute nightmare to hear from your sister about what happened the night before—how you got drunk and caused a little scene in public, which made everyone turn their attention towards you, how Juyeon was the one who brought you all the way back home, how you had a breakdown in front of him to the point you eventually fell asleep after crying your eyes out to the point he had to physically gave you a piggyback up to your front door and assisted your sister to plop you down on your bed. 
If there was a nearby cliff near your workplace, you would do anything to ditch work and actually head straight up there to jump off from the embarrassment. 
You were already not having a good time reuniting with Juyeon, let alone trying to sort your emotions out while seeing him at work every day and that he was your boss. But to confess your deepest thoughts while being vulnerable and drunk in front of him? That was not written anywhere in your books. 
As you were spending your entire lunch break groaning over what happened last night, you immediately received a call from your desk telephone, and you quickly composed yourself before picking the phone up. 
“Y-Yes, hello? This is L/N from the editorial department; how may I assist you for the day?”
“Good afternoon, Miss L/N. Please report to the CEO’s office immediately whenever you can.” 
Oh, Jesus take the wheel. 
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The entire walk up to the CEO’s office was nerve-wracking; it was as if you were being sent to detention at the principal’s office because you messed up really badly. So many thoughts ran through your mind, thinking about how to apologise to Juyeon for the scene you had caused the day prior.
Once you walked into his office, you tried your best to devise the best phrase to start the conversation, but it seemed that Juyeon beat you to it, immediately handing you a red ginseng hangover drink. 
You reluctantly accepted it while mumbling a soft ‘thank you’ before he insisted that you drink it immediately before him. Once you were done, he took the bottle away and tossed it straight into the bin, directly briefing you about the upcoming fashion show, now only a month away. 
Now that it was back to business and you were no longer childhood friends, you tried your best to keep your composure as you listened to all of the details he was going through one by one with you. 
Eventually, he decided to bring you along to meet up with one of the CEOs of the high-end brands on a trip to Seoul to discuss the plan in person further. Apparently, you have met with the CEO of Fendi, and it’s one of the brands that have been associated with GQ Korea for decades now. Somehow, Juyeon has gotten pretty close with the famous man himself over the years.
All of you met up in the famous Four Seasons Hotel for a pretty luxurious high-tea session while discussing the whole fashion show. It was mostly just Juyeon conversing with the CEO himself; you were mainly there to take down all the essential notes that both parties spoke.
Usually, it would have been his personal assistant job, but he insisted that you come along this time, saying it was part of your training. To be completely honest, you weren’t sure if Juyeon was the one mixing up between work and personal life issues at this point. All you wanted to do was to pray that this meeting gets over and done with quickly so that you could head back towards the comforts of your cubicle in the office and not face Juyeon for a while.
After an hour or so, it seemed as if the meeting was wrapped, and both parties finally parted ways for now, causing you to head straight back to Juyeon’s vehicle. Many people would think most CEOs would have their chauffeur, but Juyeon insisted that he always preferred to drive alone. 
He was still the chatterbox that you have always remembered back in the day, how we would often come up with any possible topic that would keep you entertained; you both could talk for days back then only if both of your families didn’t stop you from heading back home for meal time. 
There was only one problem this time: you were still troubled by what had happened the day before, and it was hard enough to even join Juyeon for this meeting with the CEO of Fendi in the first place. Now that both of you were alone in the car, things were far more awkward than they already were. Juyeon never touched on the topic from last night, but still, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him in the face. 
Just when you thought Juyeon was about to take the left turn to head back towards the office, he took the other lane instead and drove towards the opposite direction.
“Juyeon, the office is the other way—”
“Let’s go somewhere, Y/N. Treat this as a little gift of stepping out of office hours for a bit. You’ll still get paid, though; don’t worry. I’ll make sure to inform your head department about your absence.” 
What on earth is going through your mind, Juyeon?
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It has been a few minutes since you have physically pressed yourself against the tank, slowly admiring various species swimming about minding their own business. 
Apparently, you both have arrived at the COEX Aquarium, known for homing a large variety of rare species of aquatic animals and typically the best place for school trips, holidays, and even as a date.
Wait, scratch that last one—
“Didn’t you always say how coming here has been on your bucket list for the longest time?” Juyeon questioned you as he slowly walked up towards where you were from behind, slipping both of his hands into his cloak as he, too, began admiring the beauty in front of him. 
That was when you finally diverted your attention to his face for the first time since hopping into his car this morning to head to the hotel. You were upset at yourself with how the feelings were the same as before: his pretty sculpted facial features, how good-looking he actually was, and how he could do the bare minimum, yet you would still swoon over the man himself. 
With all that has happened lately, something told you this was more than friend behaviour. Sure, Juyeon might be trying his best to patch up this whole relationship you once had, taking you to places and recreating new memories with one another, but you weren’t sure if Juyeon felt the same way as you did. 
That deep feeling within the pit of your stomach made you feel uncomfortable, and it was about time you finally confronted him about the one question that had pondered at the back of your mind for the longest time. 
If both of you wanted to continue whatever was happening between you, you needed to get the specific answer first. 
And it has to be now. 
“Juyeon, can I ask you something?” 
He hummed. “Yeah, go ahead.” 
With that, you turned your entire body facing him and took a deep breath to figure out the right words to convey your feelings for the man himself. “I meant what I said the night before.” 
That alone was enough to get his full attention, as he was now slowly turning himself fully towards you as if he was staring straight into your soul. You wanted to chicken out so badly and tell him it was nothing, and you both could just continue with the silence. But you have already come so far, and you know that this will only continue to haunt you for as long as you live if you aren’t going to address it now. 
So you mustered up every bit of courage left within you, and opened your mouth again. 
“I never stopped loving you, Juyeon. Even though we have lost contact for so many years, I never once stop thinking about you every single day. As much as I’ve tried so hard to forget about you, hell, I threw everything that reminded me of you into the dumpster or boxes and kept them deep somewhere where I wouldn’t even think about searching for it ever again, but to no avail.” 
Your body began to tremble as you tried to calm yourself down by playing with your fingers. “I couldn’t, Juyeon. Every time I thought I have succeeded in getting rid of you from my life for good, the thought of you just somehow finds its way to creep back up in my mind.” 
“I have no idea if karma sent me back here to Seoul, especially when my career was doing well in London. Imagine coming back and discovering that my new employer is someone I’ve tried so hard to forget about? The mixed emotions I felt then were insufferable.” 
As you began to speak more, tears started welling up in your eyes, causing your heartbeat to rise rapidly. But you decided to press on and choke back on your tears. 
“With all that you have done for me for the past weeks and months, I truly have no idea what on earth you are trying to prove to me, Lee Juyeon. Are you trying to fix our broken friendship? Or is it something more? What exactly are you even planning to do, Juyeon?” 
Finally, you took a few steps closer until you were inches away from him. 
“Be honest with me now, Juyeon. What exactly am I to you?” 
There was this tense moment between you two, and neither of you said a word to one another. You were looking straight at your childhood friend with red, puffy eyes, and his eyes were widened, looking at you and trying his best to take in everything you’d said. 
Something tells you that it was best not to hear about Juyeon’s opinions at all for the fear of rejection once more. If you had the power to dissect his mind to determine his thoughts and feelings about all of this, you would. Yet, you were still afraid of what might happen next. 
As you wait for his response, you slowly examine how his shoulders began to slump, and eventually he tries his best to talk some sense into you. 
“Y/N, I—”
“Ah! It’s Juyeon-ie!” 
The both of you immediately darted your head towards where the voice was coming from, and that was when you noticed a female running towards Juyeon while waving her hands, and a rather old man accompanied her. 
Who could it be? 
“Saeran? And Uncle Lee? What are you two doing here?” Juyeon questioned as the two individuals made their way towards you. It was also then they both noticed your presence and the soft-spoken young lady was the one who broke the ice. 
“You must be?” 
“O-Oh, I umm—”
“She’s Y/N; she used to be my neighbour back in the days when I was still living in Seoul.” 
Just a neighbour, huh? 
“Ah, Y/N!” The young female extended her hand for a little handshake, in which you awkwardly return the favour. “It’s a pleasure to meet you in person finally! Juyeon has spoken a lot about you.” 
Before you could even give a reply, it seemed that the older man whom you now know was his uncle, or rather, perceived that he was the one who managed to help Juyeon get a new start in life back here in Seoul, finally spoke and diverted Juyeon’s attention back to what they were here for in the first place. 
“We had made a little appointment this afternoon, don’t you remember, Juyeon?”
“Oh, yes! I’m so sorry. It must’ve completely slipped my mind since I have been pretty caught up with work lately,” Juyeon apologised while slightly bowing towards his uncle. 
“Not at all, Juyeon. I’m sure you must’ve been pretty busy with-” his uncle then diverts his attention towards you. “-a lot of things.” 
You definitely felt way too uncomfortable at the moment, and you needed to get out of the aquarium right this second if you did not wish to be suffocated by all of the tension in the air. 
Immediately, you gently removed your hands from the young female and quickly made a ninety-degree bow towards all of them.
“My humble apologies, it seems that I have disrupted an important meeting. I shall take my leave now.” 
As soon as you turned your heel towards the other direction, you suddenly felt a pair of hands grab your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. 
“Y/N! Wait, I’ll drive you back—”
“No, it’s fine,” you tried your best to smile at him. “I’ll just take the train located right outside the aquarium. Have a good day.” 
You instantly slip your hands off his grip and dash straight towards the front door, trying your best not to look back and ignore the tears dripping down your face as you walk down the steps towards the subway.
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It was now week two of cutting off all contact with Juyeon. It hadn’t been easy for you both at work and personally. In fact, you haven’t been doing great at all. It was as if you had turned into a living zombie, often feeling rather emotionless and drowning yourself in paperwork and avoiding contact with another except for your head of department. 
Since Juyeon was still your employer and CEO, he has definitely tried all means of contacting you, asking to see if you were doing okay or trying to get you up to his office to talk about the fashion show, or rather, to talk things out. But every single time, you would find ways to decline his request as best as possible while respecting him as your boss first and foremost. 
After a week of declining his invitations, his messages and calls eventually stopped coming a week ago; it was as if he had completely vanished for a little while. From what you have heard, it seemed that he had some urgent matters that he had to deal with, causing him to leave the office into the hands of his assistant for now.
It was finally a little breather for you since you didn’t have to put on this facade for the time being, letting you let loose for a bit. Going through sleepless nights throughout the past couple of weeks definitely has taken a toll on your mental well-being. 
You told yourself you needed to hold it all in for another week. Once this whole fashion show is done, you will get your well-deserved vacation off work for one week. 
It’ll be alright. Things will definitely work out in one way or another, Y/N.
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It was finally the day for the long-awaited fashion show hosted by GQ Korea and the collaboration among famous brands around the globe. A swarm of people marched into the rented convention hall, filling the entire space within minutes.
You and your co-workers were busy getting everything organised and ensuring everything was in place. Since you were in the editorial department, you have been going about talking to all of the big figureheads from each respective brand, mostly just breaking the ice as well as interviewing them so that you have your necessary notes to draft out the proposal for the upcoming magazine. 
Time passed quickly and it was time for the show to begin. As you sat down on one of the chairs, you made your way towards the far end corners of the hall, getting ready your notepad and trusty blue ballpoint pen. 
As the light began to dim, Juyeon eventually made his way up on stage with a microphone, giving the guests a warm welcome and a little opening speech before the models began their runway walk. Seeing the man himself again was a bittersweet moment for you. As much as you wanted nothing more associated with him, your eyes just couldn’t seem to turn away from him.
It did not help that he was dressed up in a black tuxedo, with his hair styled up with his usual one strand on his forehead. He looked strikingly handsome, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he managed to woo almost everyone in the audience tonight. The way he presented himself was truly magnificent, and you could see why he was able to rise to the ranks of being a CEO at such a young age. 
Tears began welling up in your eyes again, but you tried your very best to hold them back and mentally cursed at yourself, thinking that this was all professional work now and that there was no room for any personal matters for the night. 
Once he made his desired speech, he eventually came down from the stage and sat at one of the front row seats, and that was where you could clearly see that the very same girl from the aquarium sat right next to him, along with his uncle and personal assistant. It shouldn’t bother you since they are practically family to him. It was none of your business, so why couldn’t you take your eyes off them?
Or rather, with him and the young lady who was clearly having fun whispering into each other’s ears. 
It has nothing to do with me. 
You constantly reminded yourself that whenever you tried to spare a glance at them, all while you were taking down notes from the show. It was definitely a challenge trying to stay focused, and there were a couple of times when you needed to close your eyes for a bit and take a few deep breaths to proceed with your work. 
The show finished smoothly, and the audience responded with a standing ovation. You definitely felt a sense of accomplishment from that, too, given that all of your hard work over the past months had finally paid off. 
The event wouldn’t have been complete without an after-party, so here you were in the hall next door—with all of the guests, models, and even staff alike having loads of fun chatting about with a glass of champagne in hand. Eventually, the DJ that was hired began to blast out a wide selection of music, indicating that whoever felt comfortable hitting up the dance floor was able to do so. 
You smiled as you saw a couple of your close co-workers pull up some moves on the dance floor; it reminded you of loads of your time back in the UK—going to the local pubs and just having the time of your life drinking and partying with your friends. 
Just as you were lost in thought, you suddenly felt a little tap on your shoulder, and you turned around to see that Juyeon’s assistant insisted that someone wanted to see you in person. 
You didn’t think much of it since you already had a little bit of alcohol in your system, so when you finally realised who was the one who wanted to see you, panic began to rush through your veins, and you tried your best to make sense of the situation. 
“Mr Lee? Is something the matter?”
You did not need to see the older male again, especially when he gave you a not-so-good first impression back at the aquarium. However, you had no reason to devise an excuse to leave; he was much superior to you anyway. 
“Why, good evening, Miss L/N. I hope you are enjoying the party so far, and congratulations on the job well done. I must say Juyeon always excels in his work, no matter what obstacles he encounters along the way.” 
The only thing you could do was flash a little smile back at him, as much as it made you uncomfortable. In the back of your mind, you have dozens of questions running through your mind, thinking about in what manner his uncle has any business with you. 
Eventually, he began speaking as if he was chanting through a book, giving you a whole load of information that was a little bit too much to take in at the moment. 
“It seems that Seoul life has been too tedious for you, don’t you think? Have you ever wondered about transferring back to London? Perhaps it would be a much better place for you to reside in.” 
“Umm, with all due respect, sir, how did you know about my background—”
“Oh, I have always kept an eye on you; you were Juyeon’s childhood friend, after all.” 
Keyword. “Were” 
“With that being said, I have read a couple of your articles before from the London Mail, and I must say, they are actually quite extraordinary.” 
“W-Why, t-thank you, Mr Lee. I really do appreciate them—”
“Speaking of transferring, the CEO for Fendi has actually taken quite a liking to you and your work. Even throughout the whole fashion show back there, he has been talking on and on about you, saying how you would prove to be a fruitful addition to his company.”
Just like that, Mr Lee began to step forward to hand you a little sticky note, which clearly had a number written on it. 
“If you ever change your mind, give me a call. Besides, I’m sure you already know the answer deep within your heart. I will be waiting,” Mr Lee responded with a smug before entering back into the hall. 
You stared back down at the note and eventually began thinking about what his uncle said prior. Suddenly, you started feeling conflicted, thinking this was the right place to belong. But it could also be his way of trying to brainwash you; you’re pretty sure you felt like a menace in his eyes. 
You decided you needed some fresh air to clear your thoughts for a bit, so you headed out towards the balcony right up the stairs. You figured that an open-air rooftop seemed perfect for some alone time. 
If only you were the only one who was planning to use the same exact spot that is.
Right when you reached the door that was ajar on the rooftop, you immediately recognised the two people standing before you, the female leaning in to give your childhood friend a peck on the lips.
You stand there motionless, and immediately, your blood starts to boil, something you haven’t felt in a while. The glass of champagne then drops towards the ground, and the shattered noises make the two turn their attention towards you. 
It all felt like a sudden pause like time had stopped for a few moments. The both of you were staring deep into each other’s eyes, not knowing what to do or how to respond. But then, Juyeon eventually spoke to break the silence. 
Before you could ever hear what he had to say, you were already dashing down the stairs, not caring that you had missed a couple of steps and that there were a few instances where you felt like you were about to trip and fall straight down back where you came from. 
Not even wanting to let your co-workers know about anything, you quickly dashed through the front gates, running through the now gloomy skies that were bound to have a heavy downpour within a few minutes. 
You should’ve remembered that Juyeon was the basketball team leader back in high school for a reason; no matter how fast you ran through the streets, he eventually caught you and yanked you back towards him, causing you to press up against his chest. 
“Let me go! Let me go—”
“Y/N! Please! Let us just talk things out.” 
You used up all of your strength and pushed him away as hard as you could before you began raising your voice back at him. “Talk? Don’t be ridiculous. You have done more than enough, and I have seen enough.” 
“Y/N, no. You don’t understand—”
“What else do I have to understand!?!? You have done more than enough to shatter me over and over again, Juyeon! And to think I was dumb enough actually to think we could work things out again!” You screamed. 
“Y/N…please…just calm down and listen to what I have to say…” Juyeon was now practically begging you, begging you just to stop. 
“You clearly don’t understand the pain that I’ve gone through, Juyeon. You weren’t there to witness or experience it anyway! Why did we even become friends in the first place, huh!?!?” 
God, cat’s out of the bag. 
That last sentence was definitely not meant to be said at all; it was one of your deepest, darkest thoughts that you have sworn that nobody should ever find out about, especially when it is directed towards the person who stood before you.
“I hate you, Juyeon…I really do…for all of the pain that you have caused me…” you were now sobbing like a child, which pained Juyeon so much seeing how you were now. 
With that, a loud thunder resonated throughout the city, and a heavy downpour began pouring down from the skies. The both of you were now soaked, and you mustered up the courage to say your final words to him as the tears began mixing with the rain. 
“Please…I beg of you…just stop looking for me…or even talk to me at all…just leave me alone…that’s the last thing I will ask of you…” 
“I don’t want anything to do with you no more.” 
You slowly began backing away, and when you reached a good amount of distance, you turned your heel and began running away into the shadows, not sparing a final glance at your childhood friend who stood at the same spot under the pouring rain. 
This is my final goodbye, Juyeon.
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If you thought the whole week of you being a walking zombie in the office was terrible enough, clearly, nobody was prepared for the current state that you were in. You locked yourself up in your room and refused to see anybody, even your mother and sister. 
You would constantly lay in bed, tossing and turning, even though it was hard to fall asleep. Since you avoided contact with your family members, there was nothing much they could do but place a tray filled with your meals and dishes in front of your door, waiting for you to eventually open up during times when you actually felt hungry and took them into your room to savour them all on your own. 
You didn’t need anyone or anything now; you craved alone time and peace. 
As you curl up in bed, sometimes even at the corners of your room, your eyes would often dart towards the sticky note handed to you by his uncle. So many times you have thought about it: what if life would’ve been better abroad and coming back to Seoul was truly a grave mistake that you have made? What if this whole decision was actually an awakening moment for you to realise that this is not where you should belong? 
Days went back and eventually, it became a week. There were only a few days left before you returned to the office for work. The longer you kept staring at the note, the more motivated you were to take the risk and start again. 
Every time you were reminded of what happened that very fateful night, you rationalised that maybe what Mr Lee said was true after all. Perhaps Seoul is really not your place to belong. 
As the clock ticked, your desire to leave everything behind felt stronger. 
You waited until the clock finally struck noon for you to finally stand up with your phone in hand, punching each number into the dial pad and bringing it to your ear. 
Once the ringing eventually got through and you were met with a voice on the other end of the line, you took a deep breath before muttering the words you have been reluctant about all this while. 
“I’ll take up the offer.”
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“For the very last time sissy, I promise I will be fine,” you spoke through your headphones as you were on a video call with your sister, who was back home at your apartment. 
“You have never done something so impulsive before, and given that you made this whole decision during your darkest hours? I highly doubt that you’re okay, Miss Y/N.” 
“Well, I can assure you that the darkest hours are gone, and I’m now free and much happier. I can work with Fendi!” 
Your sister sighed through the phone. “Working with big brands is one thing; what about your physical and mental well-being?” 
“Rome doesn’t sound too bad to me, and besides, living in the UK for a couple of years has definitely given me the experience I’ve needed to survive back in the EU again.” 
“Fine. Just…be careful, okay? Give mom and I a call once you’ve touched down.” 
You gave a little flying kiss through the phone. “Don’t worry, I will.” 
After waving goodbye on both sides, you clicked the red end call button and leaned back onto the chair you had been sitting on for the past hour. It was definitely a shocker to you that Fendi was willing to accept you immediately without having to go through any sort of significant interviews and that they were kind enough to even provide accommodations for you. At the same time, you work for them under a contract of two years. Frankly, it was a good deal and a steal. 
You slowly stare into the digital clock on the big screen, which eventually becomes an announcement. 
“All passengers bound for Rome, Italy, please head to gate 4B and be ready for boarding!” 
Instantly, almost all of the people around you began standing and lining up as if they needed to be the first to get on board. You have always disliked and never understood why the rush and pushing against one another trying to fight for the first slot, so you often just sat back and relaxed until only a couple of folks left to board the plane. 
Time went by quickly, and thirty minutes have passed since then. Now, only a handful of passengers are left to board. That was when it was your cue to get up and sling your backpack onto your back. 
As you slowly walked towards the counter to let the flight attendants scan your passport and let you through the gates, you felt a sudden tap on your shoulders, causing you to turn behind to see who it was. 
You didn’t have much time to respond until you were pulled in for a tight embrace; that familiar cologne was enough to make the tears well up in your eyes again.
“J-Juyeon…” your voice muffled. 
“Stop. Let me just…let me do the talking this time. Please.” 
You would have definitely fought back and started pushing him away once more, but it seems that you were either too taken aback or lost all of the energy throughout the past week to do so. Instead, you just stood there motionless in his arms. 
“Y/N, I know it would be horrible for me to ask for forgiveness because I definitely do not deserve any of that after what I have put you through. Or even for another chance because you clearly gave me one, and it was my fault for not appreciating nor cherishing the moment when it happened,” he began stroking your head, his fingers running through your long, silky, soft hair. 
“But one thing is for sure: I will not let you go this time. This time, I am going to hold you so tight that there’s no room for you to escape; I’ll make sure that you will forever be safe and sound in my arms, and I will be the one who is going to bring you joy instead of pain and tears.” 
He then bends down to give you a little kiss on your forehead. “You mean a lot to me, Y/N. And I’d like to think you are more than just a friend; you’re my other half. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to move on, knowing that I will lose you again, and this time, forever, if I don’t stop you now.” 
“So please, Y/N. I’m begging you. Please don’t go.” 
With his final words, you eventually find your arms slowly snaking up his back and returning the hug to him. You weren’t too sure why you did that, especially after the tremendous pain you have gone through the past week in particular. At the end of the day, the phrase where the heart wants what it wants will forever remain faithful to you, whether you like it or not. 
You sobbed. “You’re not going to make me stay that easily.”
“Oh yeah? You think I’m not capable of doing that?”
“Prove it then.” 
Instantly, one of his hands travelled back up to your chin and lifted them, causing you to look directly towards his as he slowly bent down to interlock his lips with yours. The kiss was rather heated, as if the both of you had been waiting for this to come so badly. You couldn’t care less if you both were actually making out at the airport.
Juyeon cupped your face with both hands as he tilted his head for you to gain more entrance into his. His lips felt soft yet demanding as if you were devouring a forbidden fruit. In return, you run your fingers through his silky black hair. 
After a few minutes, you both broke apart for some fresh air, trying your best to catch your breath simultaneously. 
“Is that supposed to make me stay put in Seoul, Juyeon?” You teased. 
With that, he merely replied with a little smile followed by a smirk. “That, Miss Y/N, was actually a pact you made to me. Treat it as a contract, if you will, that you are bound to stay by my side no matter what.” 
“Ugh, that’s so foul of you!” 
“You should know that I have my ways; I’m not the CEO of GQ Korea for nothing.” 
The both of you eventually burst out into laughter while Juyeon finds both hands on your waist while you wrap your arms around his shoulders. 
“Listen, Y/N. I want to apologise on behalf of my uncle and Saeran.” 
“Oh, yeah. No big deal. By the way, is Saeran—”
“It’s not what you think it is.” 
“It’s not?”
He smiled. “She’s my little cousin, and she often showers me with tons of hugs and kisses, even though I’ve told her to stop a million times.” 
“Well, you’re lucky to have a cousin who loves you that much,” you replied. 
“Yeah, but she’s going to have to learn that she can’t do that anymore because someone else is going to replace her job for that.” 
As much as you knew who he referred to, you still wanted to drag this further. “And who exactly is that?” 
“Hmm…maybe the contract before wasn’t clear enough. Should I make another one?”
You slapped his chest immediately. “Don’t you dare, we’re in public.” 
Again, another burst of laughter was genuinely beginning to make you feel a lot better, even to the point of slowly healing all the scars you have had before. 
With that, you needed to make yourself clear to the man himself. 
“Juyeon, can I just be honest with you?”
“Of course, sweetheart.” 
“I appreciate you doing all of this for me, but I just want to give you a heads-up that it’ll take a while for me to heal from everything completely and that I’m sorry if I don’t give you the exact treatment that you expect from me, and I—”
You were then silenced with another kiss on the lips; this time, Juyeon took the time to shower you with as many kisses as possible, making sure that each was worthwhile before breaking the kiss again. 
“Y/N, I don’t care about all of that. You can take as long as you need, but just know that I will be here for each step you take, and I’ll give you support whenever you need it. I promise. I will not leave you behind ever again.” 
As you both plastered a soft smile, you leaned in to rest your forehead against each other, taking in everything that had happened minutes prior.
“Here’s to a new beginning with you.”
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Pairing: bf! Juyeon x female reader (Non-idol AU)
Synopsis: Finals season has you stressed out of your mind, but it’s a lot harder to focus when your lover is so desperate for your touch.
Warnings: Profanities, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex (strongly discouraged), fingering, breeding, bulge kink, Juyeon is very needy, loads of pet names, multiple orgasms, a little bit of crack.
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: This is not an accurate depiction of the individual(s) mentioned and is entirely fictional. 
You can’t focus. No matter how hard you try. Your final essay is due in four hours and you would have submitted it earlier if you weren’t such a perfectionist, changing the most insignificant words before changing them back. Perhaps you could have also submitted it earlier if your boyfriend wasn’t so goddamn needy.
Juyeon’s finals ended days ago and at present, he is glued to your side as you sit at the dining table, scanning your work for the tiniest errors. You’re trying your hardest to be disciplined, refusing to look away from your laptop because you know that if you indulged the whining puppy clinging to you, you’d be jeopardising your college career just because your boyfriend was desperate to fuck you. Things get a little more challenging when Juyeon’s hand starts running up the side of your exposed thigh.
“Stop touching me.”
Your words fall on deaf ears and you’re getting incredibly tired of his eyes burning holes into the skin of your neck and let out a frustrated groan. “Just because you finished your finals earlier, it doesn’t mean you get to annoy me.” 
“I’m not annoying you, I’m simply showing you affection,” he states, continuing his ministrations, trailing higher and higher up your thigh each time.
“Lee Juyeon, if you do not stop trying to distract me and make me miss my deadline, I swear to god I will not let you touch me for a month.” Your boyfriend lets out a loud, dramatic wail as if you’ve sentenced him to a lifetime of suffering. “But Babe… you finished that paper like days ago and you’ve done all the editing you can do. I’m sure it’s perfect, don’t worry your pretty little head about it…”
Juyeon cranes his head to let his lips hover above a sensitive spot on your neck before you shove his face away, but that doesn’t stop his advances.
In your periphery you notice him take off his shirt and he stalks towards you, taking your hand and running it down his defined abs, and he smirks when you noticeably shiver. Swallowing, you turn to him and try to mask the influence that he has on you and you harshen your tone. “Juyeon, I meant what I said-”
“But y/n-”
“Go away!”
You’re not looking at him, but you know he’s pouting. “Your paper is due in four hours. Are you telling me that you’re going to deprive me of your touch for four long hours?” 
“Yes.” You answer blankly. 
He lets out a long whine, hopping a little, "That’s way too long! I’ll probably explo-”
“You can cope.” You snap.
Juyeon sighs. Tilting his head, he looks at you and says “Maybe I’ll just touch myself without you-”
“Okay, go ahead.”
“Seriously, y/n? Why can’t we just-”
“LEE JUYEON YOU LISTEN HERE!”
He falls silent, standing in front of you shirtless and bewildered. “Did you just scream at me?” 
Juyeon’s sad pout has your heart sinking in your chest, and you get up from your seat, rushing over to guide your boyfriend to the sofa. When you’ve seated him down, you start peppering his face with kisses and you apologise profusely. 
“I’m sorry Baby... I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you... I’m just stressed, Angel… I’m so, so sorry...”
He nods at you, still sulking a little at the fact that you’re still not letting him touch you the way he wants to.
“This is hard on me too, okay? Yes- you’ll have to wait a little longer but I swear I’ll make it worth your while.”
Your lover perks up a little, and you take his hands into yours, running your thumbs over his knuckles as you continue to reason with him.
“This is my last essay. When I’m done, you’re the only thing I’ll be giving my attention to. Just let me focus and afterwards I’ll be all yours.”
Biting your bottom lip, you make sure his attention is still on you before continuing, “If you think about it, I’m doing this for our future. Don’t you want me to get good grades as well so our babies can be smart like both their mommy and daddy?”
Juyeon gasps softly and his eyes light up. It’s like his mind has suddenly stopped functioning and he’s only able to focus on how you’d look with a radiant glow and a belly swollen with his child.
“Babies…” he mumbles.
“Mm, you’d like that, huh? Just give me a bit more time, Babe. Can you do that for me? Please?”
“U-uh huh...” is all he manages to get out, still fixated on the idea of pumping you full and watching you waddle around with his babies stuffed inside of you.
“Thank you Juyo,” you sigh, giving your boyfriend a quick peck on the lips before returning to your work, “I won’t be long.” 
***
Juyeon’s asleep in your shared bedroom when you’ve submitted your essay and you can’t help but coo at the sight in front of you- his lips are settled in a cute little pout with a cheek squished against a pillow- then you feel a pang of guilt. You kept him waiting for too long, meaning you couldn’t keep your promise. He must have been so disappointed...
You pull back the covers and settle in beside him, carefully brushing his bangs from his face and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, whispering “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, Angel...”
Your whispers are cut short when the sheets are suddenly thrown back and you’re turned onto your back, pinned to the bed by your wrists, and you’re now staring into the eyes of your boyfriend, wide awake and practically giddy with excitement. 
“Why not make it up to me now, Love?”
You struggle a little in his hold but relent because he’s too strong when he straddles you like this. “I thought you were sleeping!”
Juyeon bends down to trail his lips along your neck and jawline and mutters between kisses “I was just... conserving... my energy... Babe...Besides...”
He leans back up, releases his hold on your wrists and begins tugging at the hem of your shirt before he continues “...I’ll never be too tired when it comes to you.” 
After helping you out of your clothes, he’s unable to hold back when you’re stark naked and his for the taking. He attacks your lips, biting your bottom lip while his hands run all over your body, making sure that no inch of your skin has been left untouched.  “I know you said you’ll make it worth my while babe, but you’ve been working too hard, yeah? Just lay back and let me reward you, Angel.”
A hand trails down to cup your leaking sex, forcing you to break from Juyeon’s kisses to gasp for air. He eases a finger inside you, pumping slowly and watches as your eyes squeeze shut and your breathing picks up. 
“Oh look at you... I’ve barely done anything but you’re already dripping so much for me, Baby.” 
He adds another finger and his thumb begins to rub slow circles onto your clit, making soft moans fall from your lips. Juyeon is entranced- your walls are squeezing around his fingers so well and more of your arousal coats them every time he pulls them out. It doesn’t help that you look so pretty when you’re falling apart for him.
He begins to fuck his fingers into you faster, his thumb rubbing faster as well and his other hand kneads your chest gently. Your moans are now more frequent and they progressively get higher in pitch, and you can’t help but fist tightly at the sheets. 
You start clenching around his fingers and Juyeon gets the hint that you’re close, pumping his fingers even faster. He stops massaging your chest to take one of your hands into his own, interlocking your fingers and squeezing tightly. 
“Come for me, Sweetheart.”
You come undone with a high-pitched whine, your back arching off the mattress and your thighs tremble slightly. Juyeon retracts his fingers, making sure you have your eyes on him when makes a show of sucking his fingers clean, moaning at your taste. “Oh my sweet Angel, you came so hard for me,” he praises, “I know I’ve waited a long time but my poor baby must have been suffering too… did you have a hard time too, Sweetheart?”
You’re still catching your breath and coming down from your high, so you can only whimper and nod weakly. 
“My baby must have been so touch-starved, Angel always works way too hard, huh?”
You watch as Juyeon gets up from the bed and rids himself of his grey sweats. His stiff cock immediately springs up and slaps slightly against his abdomen, and no matter how many times you’ve seen it, you can never get over how big he is.  
He crawls back to you, manoeuvring you onto your hands and knees, dragging his hand from the nape of your neck, trailing his fingertips down your spine, then giving your ass a playful squeeze. He teases your entrance with his tip then pulls back, chuckling when you whimper and push your hips back to feel him again.
“How badly do you need me, Angel?” Juyeon teases. 
You look over your shoulder, your hooded eyes staring straight into his own, “Not as badly as you need to put your baby in me.”
With that, he tightens his grip on your hips and sheathes himself in you, the girth of his cock making you cry out while the tightness of your walls makes him hiss. 
Juyeon gives you a few moments to adjust before he begins to pump in and out of you slowly. He’s hardly done anything, but every time he pulls out, your walls squeeze his cock like you miss him, and the thought of that has him struggling to hold back his moans.
He tries to pick up the pace with his thrusts and the pleasure becomes borderline overwhelming for both of you- your moans and whines get louder and more frequent while Juyeon starts to praise you again between his grunts and moans.
“You’re so tight... Why are you so tight? Did you really have to hide this sweet pussy from me and torture me for hours?”
“J-Juyeon-” You whine.
He tells you that you’re too tight for him, but the truth is he was just huge. His cock stretches you so well that he’s ruined you for any other man, and you swore that each time he buried himself inside you, you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock. 
“Ah shit, Baby, you are so worth the wait” He groans as he begins to pick up the pace.
The sound of skin slapping echoes throughout your bedroom as Juyeon’s hips slam into your ass, ramming his cock into you harder and deeper with each thrust, and it’s almost as if you can feel him in your throat. 
Juyeon wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you up with your back pressed against his chest, and the new angle has you gasping. You’re too lost in the sensations to even care about how loud you’re being- your lover squeezes you tight like you’d get taken from him at any second, he’s leaving kisses and marks all over your neck and shoulders, and the rumble of his grunts send shivers down your spine and straight to your core. 
Juyeon runs his hands all over you, and when he happens to place a hand on your abdomen, he releases an uncharacteristically loud moan. 
“Fuck- oh my god- Baby do you see that?”
You barely have the energy to look at whatever’s got his attention, but it’s not a problem because Juyeon takes your hand, places it on your abdomen and makes you feel it yourself. 
You can feel the tip of Juyeon’s cock bulging through your belly each time he thrusts, and something about this is so hot that you can’t help but gasp and cry out even louder for him. 
“Oh Angel, look how small you are- who allowed you to be this tiny- fuck!” Juyeon groans. He keeps his hand over your own, making sure you can still feel the bulging of your belly before he presses down gently.
“Ah! Oh sh- Juyeon- so big!” You whine, unable to do anything but let your boyfriend drown you in pleasure. 
Juyeon kisses up your neck, nibbling gently at your ear, then he whispers “I’m gonna put my babies in here- this is where our babies are gonna grow.”
Your moans get higher at the thought, then Juyeon slides the hand that was gripping your waist up to grasp and tweak at your breasts while his other hand continues to press down on your stomach. “You’ll be so swollen, Sweetheart, you’re gonna be such a beautiful mommy,” He whines, “these perfect tits of yours are gonna get so full for me and our babies- ugh, oh my god.” 
As he pounds into you more rapidly, one hand continues to grip your breasts while the other releases yours and snakes down to your clit, the rough pads of his fingertips rubbing furiously. The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes you squeal, and the only thing you need to be sent over the edge is the feeling of his cum filling you to the brim. “Ju-Juyeon, n-need your cum, I want it so bad,” you plead. But he doesn’t respond, too focused on squeezing you tight and trying to maintain his pace. You try again, and this time you turn your head to kiss up his jawline and whisper “please Juyeon, come for me, fill me with your babies!” 
He throws his head back, hips jerking into you as he comes with a loud moan, spilling into you all at once and triggering your own orgasm. He helps you ride out your high, then his hips still. He’s still holding you to his chest and you feel his heavy pants on the back of your neck, making you blush at the closeness of it all. 
You’re about to shift yourself off his cock when Juyeon tightens his grip on you. Your eyes widen when you feel him harden inside you and it hasn’t even been a few minutes since the both of you came. 
He pulls out of you, pushing you face first into the mattress before flipping you onto your back. He grabs the back of your knees, pushing them to your chest, making you gasp as he mounts you again.
He makes you grab your calves and hold still, then he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss before pulling away to push whatever fluids which have dribbled out back into you with his fingers, and when he’s done, he teases your entrance with his cock.
“Need to come again… need you to come again… have to be sure…”
He grabs your waist, breaching you again and you wail as he renders you powerless with the desire and desperation in his harsh thrusts. Your nails dig into your calves as you try your hardest to ground yourself, and your entire body shifts up the bed inch by inch as a result of how hard Juyeon is ramming into you. You feel your high approaching too quickly and you’re not sure if you can take another orgasm this intense, so you screw your eyes shut, bite your lip harshly and you don’t realise that you’re holding your breath...
“Look at me.”
Your eyes open slowly, and the sight before you is so sinful yet so beautiful that you could almost cry. His soft moans fall freely from his parted lips, a few strands of his bangs sticking to his forehead, his torso is coated with a light sheen of sweat and the soft lighting of your bedroom makes him look like he’s glowing. But the part which makes your heart skip a beat is the way he’s looking at you like you’re his entire universe. 
“Breathe for me, Angel.”
You release the breath you’ve been holding in and you gasp desperately- everything feels so intense for you that a few tears escape your eyes and trickle down the sides of your face. Juyeon coos at you, taking your hands from your calves and pinning them gently into the mattress beside your head. He coaxes you to wrap your legs around his waist, bringing him even closer and allowing him to sink even deeper into you. He rests his forehead against yours, and you take note of the stark contrast between the intimacy of your current position and the way he’s plunging himself into you. 
“Ju- Juyo-”
“I know Baby, me too, hold on for me- just a little longer...” 
Juyeon’s thrusts become inconsistent as a result of his impending orgasm, but he’s driven by the thought of filling you up and doting on you. He’s so, so close to reaching his high and he continues to work to bring you over the edge.
“I’m gonna take such good care of you, Angel… I have so much love for you- the mother of my future kids...”
“Mmph- p-please Juyo, wanna have your babies!”
“They’re here for you Angel, fuck- I’ve got so much cum for you- oh!”
The both of you reach your highs with drawn-out moans, and Juyeon rides out your orgasms with slow, gentle thrusts. When he finally pulls out of you, he swiftly grabs a pillow and positions it under your hips, prompting you to shoot him a look of confusion as he props himself up on an elbow and reaches down to caress your stomach. 
“Can’t wait to see you all round and cute,” Juyeon says, gently stroking your belly and staring at it so fondly, “can’t wait for our little ones to get here-“
His eyes are full of love and hope for your future that you can’t help but feel a little guilty when you burst his bubble. “Yeah… that’s most likely not gonna happen so soon, Juyo.”
“Hm?” His eyes are still fixed on your belly, but his hand has stopped moving. “What do you mean?”
“I’m on birth control, you idiot.”
“What?!”
He sits up so quickly that the sheets are nearly sent flying and he stares at you with an offended expression. 
“Are you saying that after all of that, we get no baby?!”
“That’s how it’s supposed to work, dumbass.”
Juyeon lets out a frustrated yell, turning to you to reason with you but he gets interrupted. 
“Did you really think I was going to let you get me pregnant while we still have one year of college left? Besides, how do you think we were able to fuck without protection most of the time? I have no idea how you forgot.”
He opens his mouth to argue with you but you interrupt him again, “biology has really failed you tonight.”
Juyeon sinks back into the pillows, admitting defeat and squinting at you through his bangs.
“Though I must say,” you quip while reaching over to push some of his hair out of his face, “it’s kind of cute seeing you all baby-crazed like this.”
Wrapping an arm around you, Juyeon pulls you to him and traps you in his embrace.
“I promise you, once we graduate, I’m putting my babies in you.”
“Looking forward to it Angel,” you mumble while pressing a kiss to his collarbone, “but you’ll just have to wait.”
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leejynz · 1 year
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can u do boyfriend! eric or boyfriend! changmin scenario
might as well do both
tbz scenarios - boyfriend! eric / fluff!
*note this is all fictional and just based off of my opinions on the boyz (eric & changmin) js for fun*
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- 50% acts like a man and 50% acts like a baby
- buys you vip seats everytime to all the sports games you want to go too
- gets pouty when your attention is on a male celebrity on the tv “yah!! what about me?!? your boyfriend is an idol!!!”
- sends you selfies of him when he’s about to go to bed when he’s on tour “i miss you baby *face kiss emoji*”
- cleans the house when he comes home from work while you’re still at work
- can’t hide his smirk when you lay on his chest; raising his ego
- can’t help but smile when he gently fixes your hair when you’re sleeping but tries to not wake you up
- back hugs 24/7.
- contact name (you): my sweetheart (have you seen his weverse 😉)
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tbz scenarios - boyfriend! changmin / fluff!
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- tucks your hair behind your ear when youre stressed
- always covers a blanket over you whenever you fall asleep in the couch
- text arguments about who misses who more “i know you miss me but i miss you the most 😡”
- the type that would love to rest on your chest instead of the other way around
- rubs his head on your neck in the morning at any random time (cuddling)
- never gives his food to his members but will give you a sip of his drink if you do aegyo for him
- leaves daily sticky notes on the fridge “morning dummy don’t skip breakfast”
- contact name (you): my pigeon (yes bc of the nyc pigeon but i feel like it’s a pet name he’d give)
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w0nslvr · 2 months
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𝒃𝒇!𝒕𝒃𝒛 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒔 (𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆)
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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 | 98 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔
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𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏
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𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒐𝒐
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𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄
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A/N: THESE TOOK SO LONG LMFAOOOOO THE BOYZ FIRST POST COMPLETE also neil the seal is my current tik tok obsession HELP😭😭😭reblogs are appreciated 🫂
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littleroaes · 6 months
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do you want somebody? (like I want somebody), l.jy
inspired by newjeans, ditto
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-Y/n watch the world through a grainy display. Interact and touch it without emotions attached. And as she goes through her coming of age as a third person, Juyeon, a new student, takes interest in her own corner of this vast Earth. The boy sees past her difficulties with the world he loves, as he decides to win her heart either way. Instead of words, he pass notes onto her locker, draws on chalkboards and read Opera Omnia in the strangest corners of the school. The feeling she can't quite grasp, she tries to convey it in an unconventional sort of way.
PAIRING ➤ lee juyeon x fem!reader
GENRE ➤ fluff, soft angst, high school!au, autumn setting, takes place in the 90s(90s!au ?), mutual pining, quoting juyeon; "isn't it true love if you can love just because of their existence?", strangers to pining to lovers, classmates to lovers, makoto shinkai and studio ghibli type of love <3, juyeon is sweet caring and every cell is made out of love!!!!
WARNINGS ➤ none major, y/n has a panic attack but its not detailed, proofread twice but probably something i missed!
WORD COUNT ➤ 15.6 k
AUTHORS NOTE ➤ It is finally here!! Despite only being a month(even less counting with my request), it feels like forever since I uploaded a fic. It has been recorded as the hottest summer since(idk how many years), so we'll have to pretend it's sweater weather.
PLAYLIST Spotify version<3
TAGGING @blue-rainydays (you rly dont have to read it if you dont feel like it
like and reblog are highly encouraged!
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HE HOLDS THE BASKETBALL WITH GRAY SPOTS AND WORN OFF COLOR BETWEEN HIS PALMS.
The moment it lands in his hands, he looks up the boring white wall. Juyeon stands still even when the wind brushes past his hair and his classmates bicker over who won this round. Up in a single window on the fourth floor stands a girl. Her back is before the schoolyard and her own front is directed at the hidden classroom. Though, he sees how she does a slight turn around the room as if following something, and in her hands is a camcorder. 
The guys quieten and look over at Juyeon with hands in their pockets. Once again, she holds the camcorder with two hands, slowly letting the lens pan the room. Juyeon listens as shoes scrape against the gravel covered concrete. 
“Who is that?” Juyeon asks. 
His friend glance at Juyeon’s eyes before following the invisible line to its final target. Then, he too sees the girl in the open window. The guys behind them have started to play again and are unaware of the contrast in atmosphere between the two halves of the concrete. 
“Y/n? She’s in our class.” His friends push stones and gravel away to create a circle. 
“I didn’t see her.” Juyeon frowns, still with the girl in the center of his rectangular vision. 
“She’s shy,” He looks at Juyeon’s side, “I’ve never heard her talk. She’s often in the janitor’s room.” 
Finally, Juyeon seems to let go of her figure centered in a window. He too has his hands in his pockets. All gravel has pushed up against the sides and formed some sort of mountain chain. He tilts his head as he looks at the guy's line in the gravel. His friend examines Juyeon's face, how the dark pupils seemingly concentrate at nothing and lips being the calmest entity on the yard. 
“It’s confusing to talk to her, she doesn’t look you in the eye or do any sort of motions when you ask her something.” He lose interests in Juyeon’s profile, “I’ve just assumed she’s disinterested in others.” 
The creation on the ground is done and Juyeon’s friend adverts from it. His eyes are back at Juyeon and then,  the basketball game some meters away. A long shadow follows his friend. His back faces Juyeon and he looks behind him to ask;
“Are you playing too?” 
Juyeon nods, still hands in their pockets. All those shadows work as a reflection of the real world and his friend's long mirror joins the other ones. They’re all captured between worn white lines. Juyeon turns one last time towards the window. Where it once was a person, is now only an empty spot without any sort of life. He takes his hands out from the khaki trousers and runs up to the white lined rectangle. 
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As days pass, he inspects how the green trees turn yellow at its edges. Juyeon sits on a bench between two trees and outlines the once fully bloomed flowers wither in its body before it settles to the ground. Mid September comes around, and when he takes his bicycle out with brushes and paper, he notices how those yellow edges on his paintings don't match the fully brown ones before him. It is now a sea of withered bodies under the once so colorful tree. 
Juyeon, as one season dies and another comes to life, starts to settle his old body in this new world. Friends come around quickly and he has built a net of four other people. He takes the same road to and home from school, enamored by the change in scenery each day. Sometimes his group of friends take their bikes down to the center. It is an eccentric sort of sentiment, to have these two lives of his cross. How the square houses no more than two floors tightly knit together, contrasts to the nearly terrific thin, but tall towers decorate the skyline.  
Even when Juyeon goes through life like this, he has taken interest in the girl at the corner window. She sits furthest in the classroom, surrounded by walls, ones he can’t and can see. Often she has that camcorder to her. Juyeon, despite all things in his new life, spends a lot of time, in-between life events, to observe Y/n in her camcorder. How she pierce through the lens to another world, like reality is somehow desaturated and drear. She smiles throughout short sequences every now and then. Like the pure scenery he sees from a third perspective, is just a background to a complex foreground subject that reaches out to her. Y/n takes a step backwards for everytime the subject moves out of focus.  
During lectures and breaks outside or in the hallway, he sees her without the camcorder. She lets her notebook reach the outer corners of her vision. While that, her pen moves one row after the other down the page. Her figure in the hallways are near impossible to make out between the students, lockers and extended walls. Instead, Juyeon needs to drift out of conversations, scan the room and its hidden corners to find her up against it. 
The sun is setting, but her hair falls before her eyes. Their classmate one row behind reaches out their hand in faith. Tell each of them words of affirmation and wonder if they want to go to the city center, but he notices how she quickly rushes out of the classroom before their classmate comes up to her. 
When they eat lunch, he notices that she eats everything separately. She starts with soup, then side dishes and lastly the rice. When they get mandarin, she gently pulls from the high point and drags one petal down, then another. Y/n continuously opens it like a flower until it’s fully bloomed and the fruit is right in center. 
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In the last days of September when the downfall won’t stop, Juyeon is in the library. One hears how the rain plummets to the windows and the light gets blurred by the thick layers of rain clouds. He stands in between the maze of shelves and titles. With cautious steps followed each row to find the spine he needs. For their studies of literature, various texts and writing, he searches for a specific title about literature history. At the fourth row, slightly more to the left, Juyeon finds the right green spine and reaches for it. 
As he pulls it towards him, he feels another force coming from the other side. Juyeon lets go of the spine and watches the empty room between book and shelf. In that small space, he finds another pair of eyes. They look at him before disappearing and only the navy blue of their skirt is to see. Despite only intertwining worlds for a second or two, Juyeon immediately recognizes those pairs of eyes. 
He doesn’t say anything when he reaches for the spine again. Instead he pushes it further away from him until the shelf ends and the green book disappears from his sight. He hears how it plummets to the ground in the dead library. Then, he walks away. Juyeon sees himself in third person pulling on his strings to turn around when the shelf ends. But he takes each step with his head in just one single direction, which allows the girl on the other side with the green book in her hands to see his disappearance. 
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The class is all together in the P.E hall. Juyeon together with the other boys runs after the basketball. The hall goes a few meters underground, therefore the ceiling is of wuthering heights. Their shoes make these high pitch noises when they push off the floor to get to the basket. All together with the cheers from five guys when one throws the ball into the net, or groups of kids in corners along the walls that talk about taking the bike to the city. 
Juyeon high fives his friend and gets a clap on the shoulder from another guy in white tracksuit. The ball slows in speed as it rolls further from the net. Juyeon sees how the boys slowly split into smaller groupings and finds their own part of the hall. In the corner furthest away from the door and close to the net, his new friends stand and wave at him. Juyeon smiles. Before he crosses the room, his head turns behind him. His leg that’s extended towards that corner has stopped and his posture falls. Up on a platform, one meter higher than the basket net, is Y/n with her camcorder again. She stands up on the platform like a pedestal. Somehow he waits for the hall lamps to go out and a sharp point to drain her in the limelight . Despite being the protagonist of this room, no one else seems to notice her presence. 
Her hands guide the camcorder over the floor. Face covered by the camera as she holds the viewfinder to her left eye. Juyeon stares right into the lens when it passes him. By pure assumption, he thinks the camera will pass him like it does for every other student. His posture turns stale when it doesn’t. The camcorder focused on him, just like he is enamored by her center position in this vast space. Though Juyeon doesn’t look away, he seeks for life in that lens. Her hands finally fall down and he, without any larger ambitions, holds eye contact with her. 
A spark in his heart and across the room. He feels the window break the sunlight and a sudden rainbow appears across the painted white lines. But this moment doesn’t last long. Like the spark in his heart that came washing down on him in a second, she turns her back and disappears out the door, out of view. The stage up on the wall is now empty.  
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The world painted by the author fades in and out of view as Juyeon reads. It’s raining during the break, he’s inside the school library again. He sits on the floor beside a chair. All clouds are tightly knitted together, therefore that no light can escape it. But even through that, the window over him cast a light in-form of the frame over the wooden floor. Juyeon listens to how voices and single sounds travel through the small space. In the other end of the library sits a call of girls conversing over life after school and dreams far away from the place they’re in now. When they laugh, it becomes the loudest sound in the library. Right after, a crack in the wood aligned after each other moves throughout every corner, just as the laugh fades. 
He looks up from the novel that has become nothing more than lines of alphabetic shattered pieces. And the moment his eyes come to lay on the real world, a sort of notion near him from all sides, that can’t be described in this dimension. The high shelves create a sort of tunnel vision that leads straight to a table, furthest down the library. Everything around him seems to point at the same spot and he follows each line, until they all connect in a sort of flower.  He sees, at the center of his vision, the girl from each preceding day. Once again, she holds her camera before her eyes, creating a sort of distance between them. 
In a library where complete silence is regarded, everyone you don’t hold close to heart is two meters away. He finds himself longing to get closer. To discover what is behind that built up wall and what, through the lens of the world, she sees. The world he has come to adore and draw every detail of, is it like in her lens? Or an ever changing filter, to become imagined and upside down, flipped onto itself by creativity. 
As he stares into the lens five meters away, he feels a presence on his shoulder. A warm sensation that spreads over his blazer and down to his hands on the book cover. Juyeon looks up to see his friends. They ask him to play a game in the other room. Without standing up or closing the book, he says yes and the group starts walking. Juyeon takes his eyes off their backs and turns his head back to the scene from before, where no one is anymore. The table  and its chair is as neatly placed and dust free like it has never been used. All windows are closed and each wall isolates them from each side, but he nevertheless feels a cold breeze take him at that moment. 
As the lecture has come to an end and school has come to its final minute. Juyeon sits back to back with the row of lockers. In his hands are a notebook with a stack of orange notes. He sees Y/n stand in the middle of the perfect rectangle that frames the outside world. As it is raining, she holds her unfolded umbrella, as the ceiling is still protecting her. People walk past her gray silhouette without as much of a glance to the left. It is almost like she is waiting when she stands there so calmly, he thinks. 
Finally, she walks. Juyeon watches as her figure comes upon the asphalt and completely disappears over the curve. When she is gone and he is left to his own thoughts, he looks down at the stack of orange paper. Juyeon take his pen and writes a one word message with a smiley face, the last line kind of curved off in the wrong direction. To walk up and follow the endless row of lockers until he stops in front of the one Y/n just stood in front of. He reaches out to the metal and holds the glue side towards it, but stops when he thinks of the people passing by tomorrow. Juyeon senses she might feel uneasy by the sudden acknowledgement towards her existence. Instead he pushes the thin piece of paper between the space of the rectangular door and its frame. 
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The lower half of the wall is painted in a lively green color. Juyeon walks beside it and stares at the point where the colorless material meets the earthly line. Voices from kids his age fill the corridor before they fly out the open window. He greets two girls walking hand in hand on the opposite side of the room, then he turns left. ‘Classroom 72’ says the rectangle, it reaches out from the flat wall over the door opening. 
Juyeon stands in the frame cornered by the dark wood. Out over the classroom with their usual organized patterns and dim windows stands a girl. She is certainly alive, but the room is still like a patch of nature without human civilization. To think about when this space is packed with kids, how one shouts words to another in the far corner, or yellow post-it notes that travel through each small hand until it lands in the bin by the teachers desk. He stares at it and finds a new way to look at the room thought to be familiar. 
Y/n sees him in the opening, but turns to the chalkboard like he was never there. Another group of students pass classroom 72 to get to their own. She has a rectangular black eraser with a chalk smudged fabric at the bottom. With slow circular movements, she picks up the white chalk from yesterday’s lecture. He looks at her features clearly when the autumn sun directs towards their window and creates a sort of backdrop over her. Somehow, while her body stands before him, the owner of it seems to be away. 
Juyeon leaves his books on the desk closest to the door, he then walks up to the chalkboard. To the left corner of the green rectangle lays another eraser which he picks up. Juyeon starts to smudge out the white letters and shortenings of yesterday’s schedule. The word lunch and ‘12:25’ that stands after it turns to a white spot on the green background, then a slightly darker green, lastly, it’s like it was never there. He looks over towards Y/n, more than a meter away from him. White chalk smudges out over the edges. 
He notices how it’s her arm closest to him that holds the eraser. A very minor smile forms on his lips. It doesn’t make sense how the fact that she’s left handed sends the autumn air cast its leaves over his heart. The math formulas and words with three lines under take him closer to her side. Juyeon stands just a meter away, still smudges out the white chalk. Without even a side glance to her right, he picks up the chalk and starts to draw in between the spaces. Y/n takes notice how the boy beside her does the opposite of their assigned tasks. With smooth lines and faint sound of when he reaches a corner of his drawing. It is now a simple stick figure in the form of a robot with a happy face. Y/n looks at the drawing and then up at Juyeon who has now moved back to the far left corner of the board. The atmosphere hasn’t changed and his demeanor like no one is there, let her inspect his drawing and the guy two meters away. 
Juyeon continuously circles at the upper corner of the board. Soon there is nothing left to clean on this side. He doesn’t hear anything from the right side of the room, though a warm, focused sensation on his right face. The green chalkboard stares back at him as he forces his eyes on that single spot at the center of his vision. Juyeon then perceives a faint scratch of chalk against the flat surface. A white blur comes from all directions towards that center spot. He listens attentively how the chalk moves vertical or diagonally, then when it leaves the surface, just to come back with a clean sound. 
When no more scratches can be heard, Juyeon cautiously turns his head to the right.  Y/n is now even further away, but on the neck of his robot sits a detailed, little bow. Not like the ones you see men wear on the red carpet, rather what you put around a present. It adds a sort of charm, personality to his happy robot. 
Juyeon walks up to it again and starts to draw a bouquet in the robot's right hand. A person can probably barely make out what it is, it looks nearly like matches. He tries to curve the line in some sort of pattern to reflect a rose, but he tilts his head and scrunches his nose. At some point, the robot holds a bouquet of sticks with ambiguous round ends. Juyeon walks away again and starts to organize the bunt of papers on the teachers desk. Once again, he hears strokes of another chalk. Juyeon’s heart seems to be hit right by the sunlight that comes through the window. 
But the classroom that has been so silent changes in a second when their classmates come through the door. Juyeon looks up from the paper stack and sees group after group come through the rectangle frame to take their seats. Girls hold each other hand in hand and the guys throw their textbook onto their desks. Juyeon also took notice how Y/n threw her chalk away and ran down to the far left corner before the cabinet. With her head one level above the desk surface, he stares at her. 
Juyeon, before going to take his own seat, looks at the chalkboard. The spot where his robot has the bow and its flowers is like the scene from before . He wonders if she quickly erased her own drawing. But then, Juyeon walks closer to it and notices how the bouquet all of a sudden doesn’t seem ambiguous, rather very clear in its message. The stems of the flowers reach out and form detailed petals, and it all is wrapped neatly in a paper of sorts. Juyeon returns to his seat in the second row. With his head falling to rest at his palms, he smiles while silently admires the drawing. 
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It’s raining again. It has for the past two days. Somehow Juyeon finds himself staring at the ceiling above his bed. He has one hand over his chest and the other behind his head, and so he lays every morning and dawn. The figure of Y/n and her black umbrella in the pouring rain has played in his mind these past nights. 
Juyeon focuses on the center of his palm where it meets his heart. There is nothing different in his heart today, it beats like it always has. Continuously source his body life. He rather has a change in mind. Something pulls and preys on his consciousness, he seeks understanding. The girl in her own world fascinates his mind.  In a way, she is a bit like a dream. 
A magical sort of moment comes into his life when she interchanges with it. Juyeon takes a breath as another wind crashes at the walls. There is magic in daily life too and how each person he passes possesses a desire and will of its own. But the girl turns the world he knows on its head, reinventing it. 
He holds a note close to his heart. One that sat on his locker when he walked out from the last lesson. To see if the surroundings have anything to confess, but it was silent as always between the walls of the hallways. It is a note with a lot of space left to be used, her ‘hello’ is incredibly small. Beside it, there’s a small cluster of flowers. As he lays in bed, he tries to figure out what it means. It’s form and texture, will he be able to figure out its species? With the signs left for him, he searches through magazines about the world’s flowers. 
-
At dawn in the autumn season, the two of them stand once again alone in the classroom. The sun uncover itself from the night sky and beams weakly at Earth. A small space between the door and the wall gives the world a chance to see the room. But even when so invited, the scratch of a chalk against the matte board is the only thing to saturate the school. 
Juyeon has drawn a robot again. He outlined the reference from his memories, but the stomach is a bit longer than the previous and his legs are a bit shorter. But nonetheless, Y/n took a brief look, between the passing minutes to see what he did at the classroom front. Juyeon was drawing a tie on its thin neck in intensive habit. A chair pushed backwards and someone took heel to toe steps towards the spot he was standing in. All that seemed to produce some sort of dim filter over the drawing. 
Now, in the single light at dawn piercing through the looking glass, they both stand with a meter gap. Y/n reaches out for a second chalk and start drawing a stick figure beside his own. As his robot has a school tie, her own figure has a bow around the much more precise neck and a skirt that flares out above the knees. Juyeon observe how she fill in each detail, smile as she doesn’t seem to bother his attentive eyes. When she backs away to see it without idealization, the two figures face each other while smiling. The scenery narrates a gift of acceptance. Juyeon focuses on the right arm of her drawing that doesn’t face down, rather waves to the one on the other side. 
He turns to her profile again. Catch her side face existing in a calm, edging on emotionless. As she stands like that, he thinks to himself that Y/n parallels a red light in the ever changing traffic. To receive a white block at the center of his vision to tell her someone has received her call from the other side of the ocean. Juyeon takes up his chalk again and draws his robot, this time with a blazer. The robot's right arm is awkwardly placed horizontally from the body. As if it's to grab onto something. 
With an anatomy not ideal, he hopes for her to read the words behind his drawing while falling back into place. A wave brings relief over his heart and he breathes when she leans forward, in the precise spot under the first two figures, to draw again. Her hair covers whatever she's drawing. Though, eventually, she too returns to the place from before. The two of them stare while their shoulders beg to brush against the other. The drawings that reach out one of their hands towards the other. Y/n has connected the small hand of her own character to Juyeon’s that abruptly ends in s sharp lift of the chalk. .
As their imaginative selves have taken the other’s hand, Juyeon senses how she slowly lets the camcorder fall from her face. And he wonders if she feels the same. A person without words to express, and their secrets that hides. He wonders if she’ll ever open up that part of herself. In contrast to the silent and motionless room, Y/n walks away. Her mind without a reach is focused on certain point, and while getting there, she passes Juyeon’s desk at the front. Y/n stops at the side of his desk and her vision deviates from that past point. 
Juyeon observes when her body is permanent like winter. Eyes specified and motionless onto his desk. Her hair starts to fall before her view, but she doesn’t take any effort to push it back behind her ears. Rather Y/n secure the object to her vision, to never let it go. Juyeon walks closer to her, still there is a meter between them. But he clearly sees the object that has taken her attention. His clock, upside down on the desk closest to the chalkboard. Throughout the six hours of school, Juyeon usually takes it off twice, sometimes three if the basketball match turns vivid. He looks at the clock and then  back to Y/n’s side profile. 
By an interchangeable sort of manner, she goes between the two viewpoints. Turn and shake on this scene to comprehend what enchants her about the writs band at the gray tables mit. Juyeon looks at the clock again, and notice the number 284 engraved at the circle's zero. The three number digit is incredibly small, barely beyond 5 millimeters. As he stands there, the meter between them becomes two and Y/n before the board again. Juyeon adverts from his clock and looks up to where the morning sun has laid its wings. It  spreads over the wall and the crown sort of ends where her shoulder overlaps. To remain in the spot he was in, he looks at how her shoulder twitches and finally she backs away. 
As some sort of halo, three digit numbers stand above Juyeon and Y/n’s characters. Over his awkward robot stands 284, the number on his clock. Her own halo is the number 220. Additionally, beside her figure says a date in small font. 
February 20th. 
Juyeon dissects and tries to see behind the two numbers on the board, but in no way are they willing to reveal the far side of themselves. In an eccentric progression, the entire room directs towards that drawing like a bullseye. Or, aside from Y/n. She stands with her back against the board and faces him and the inanimate objects surrounding them, waiting for a notion. But a passing breeze flies by him, and in autumn when leaves hold themselves by a single thread to the stem, nothing seems to be picked up.
A classmate comes through the door, breaking that space they’ve created. The moment a second student takes out their chair. Juyeon sees how she picks up the eraser and their drawing fades from the board, away from existence. 
Classes move with the sun over the open sky and Juyeon spends time in the library. His spot under the window is empty and the sun casts itself over it, like in limelight. But Juyeon takes a left turn and walks to the furthest corner of the library. At the bottom of a shelf, covered in dust, stands an entire row of wine red spines. The spines, each one 5 cm wide, represent an entire encyclopedia. The clock moves another centimeter and hits an even number, at the same moment, he takes the first book up and turns the page to the index. His attentive eyes move over the sentences. Each word has him bringing the page closer to him and after one paragraph, he is just down 3 centimeters. 
Time seems to stop for him as he reads through each book, but nonetheless. At ten minutes until the next lecture, Juyeon is on book number eight and has found interest in an article covering one page. With a simple title, Amicable Numbers, he sits on the floor in criss-cross position, stops to move his eyes like it’s a sort of panorama. 
Amicable numbers, or Friendly Numbers, are natural numbers that are related by the sum of their proper divisors. Each sum adds up to the opposite number. 1, 2, 4, 5, 10, 11, 20, 22, 44, 55 and 110 are 220 proper divisors, and add up to 284. The same progression happens for 284. 
Juyeon slowly lets the heavy cover fall towards the other side. The book weighs heavy on his lap when he continues to sit on the floor. He stares at a dim spot between the titles and falls into wonder about the ‘between’ he has discovered. The 284 under his watch and the 220, February 20th? When falling back towards the floor, Juyeon thinks it may be her birthday. In either way, Y/n stared at the numbers like it was something of importance, that it represented something more in this universe without solution. Somehow she has drawn a final equal sign at the end of earth and finds herself breathing gently while looking at it. Juyeon sits there to understand it, but he can’t quite get a perspective on it. 
Juyeon is indoors this break too. Like spaces between words, the doors work just like it to the green lines. The lamps down the narrow lane do not work, instead he lets the white- edging on blue light fade the walls. Each step comes back at him from all sides while he walks past a second door. Worn down by time and use of space. His ears have gotten used to the silence, therefore, he turns when the sound of footsteps doesn’t line up with his own. The entire lane without lights falls dead again as the two stop. Juyeon’s posture is alleviated when the green lines take his eyes to Y/n three meters away. 
“It’s just you.” He smiles. Juyeon sees how her camcorder is fully opened and four of her fingers sit between the band. It has fallen to below her hip and is covered by the pleats of her skirt. 
Despite the open space between the two of them, she smiles weakly and he receives it. Y/n looks to ground after that single interaction and begins feeling the worn out details on the surface of her camcorder. 
He can’t read what goes through her mind as she stares there. Unable to overlap instances, but enough to see each other from the horizon. He thinks of the book from the library and her annotation on the chalkboard. A part of his heart betrays his mind to stand with his back towards the outside and fall into deeper fascination. 
“Is the janitor’s closet here?” 
Y/n deviates her eyes from the ground and back towards him. His face contrasts with the scene behind him, it can’t be captured by the digital. She walks towards him, and continues past his shoulder. Juyeon follows her figure and how she comes to a stop at another door one space before them. Y/n opens it and walks in. He stands there, in the same space, as if waiting for an invitation  or a call. But he realizes there is none and even him, walks past the frame and into the room. 
A place without AC and lockers half the students size, together with the yellow walls create a contrasting atmosphere to the corridor. He looks at the window gaping down at him. The white curtains block nearly nothing and he stares at the memories of cloudless days these walls tell. He breaks free from them and watches Y/n who sits at the sofa right under the window. The camcorder lens is directed at him like the protagonist of a movie and she moves over the room like it’s his set. 
Juyeon smiles again and comes to think of the numbers. He wants to ask her about the book he took from the furthest shelf in the library. If his hypothesis of her mind is correct. But the space between them has seemed to shorten each yesterday and he thread the new line with slow steps. While he stands in the autumn light and room with too little air, he takes out his backpack and the library book. The page from before is tagged with a small purple note and he opens up the binder. Y/n sees reality through the display, and falls into wonder over his grainy silhouette. He takes a single breath and begins reading the mathematical complexions and editions like lyrics. 
Y/n never takes down the lens or press stop, i instead his melody transcends time and space in this secluded corner of the world. He names the two numbers and their connection, Euler's rules for the bond and their place in the universe. Even when Juyeon comes to the end of Euler’s last sentence, she holds the display still and stares at it like something more will come out of it. Juyeon smiles again and folds the book so that it penetrates the atmosphere he just built. 
He takes a seat one meter away, “Was I right?” 
Y/n looks at how the book disappears behind the fabric of his bag. She too eventually nods and smiles. 
“We’re amicable then.” His head falls back and his eyes are upon the ceiling, “I’ll not forget that.” Juyeon says much lower and closes his eyes. 
When he lies there, one meter from her own existence, she finds it difficult to make out this venture. Juyeon has his eyes closed and both of his hands on the front of the book he just read, it all over his chest. She pulls the strings of her own back and holds her face in a sort of diagonal line. Her nose reaches for the even warmer air in the highest corners of the room. Reality edges on being a dream and when she looks at his fluttering eyelashes, she wants to memorize them like a formula. 
With eyes closed, only ambiguous sounds paint the reality before him. He hears paper irregularly fold itself on an unsecured surface, a pen that nearly punctures the fragile surface and how the right side of the sofa begins tilting. Juyeon opens his eyes again and sees her figure a step closer than when he closed them. To look down between the empty spot beside him and her hand brushing against his blazer. Y/n’s view is rather limited, only on the spot around his pocket. She takes the orange post-it note, written 284 on it, and attaches it gently to the spot of his blazer. Y/n herself take distance from him again, look at the square paper and its bent corners. If the windows would fly open and a wind come crashing, the frail evidence of their connection vanishes. 
The note bunt lies beside her left arm. Juyeon sees it, looks at the paper on his clothing and back at Y/n won’t bridge eyes and lean any forward. Without falling into the ocean of his thoughts and drowning in contemplation before breathing, he takes the note and starts writing himself. 220 he writes, over and over again. Each one, he plaster on opposite sides of her blazer. When Y/n looks at her shoulder, chest, stomach or arm, traces of him are splattered all over her existence. To see him again, beaming like the row of streetlights during night, she feels a warm sensation push out the autumn season. 
Her hair falls before her face, powerless to read her emotions. But right after, she reaches for the pen and paper to write 284 again. She attaches it to the lower part of his blazer. Now Y/n sit on her knees and the white fabric of her blouse covers whatever scenery was before him. The clothes that have been confined in her presence and absorbed her scent is so close that he feels it working like perfume on him. Rose color taints his face and he refuses to look up. 
At the top of the world, Y/n writes 1.618 on another note and places it on his shoulder. Now covered in five different notes with all unique numbers, she falls down to earth again, closer than ever to him. Andromeda and the Milky Way will once the day comes, in a  million years collide and become a galactic spectacle, Juyeon feels his body want to lean forward and discover  every part of the girl in front of him. But he forces himself to sit in the space he has always been in, to appreciate her diviness from afar and wait for the full moon to leave its sign.
-
Those clouds that are heavy with rain  cover the lucent sun that shines on Earth.  The weather that has fallen, follows the slight curve of the asphalt and connects into puddles. Juyeon and his friends adverts from their lockers with umbrellas, backpacks and light pushes from the other’s elbow. When he stands side by side with his friend and sees the downpour framed between the double doors. Juyeon looks down on his blazer and sees the patterns of square notes. He doesn’t stay in place, rather continues in those conversations while moving one note after the other higher up on his blazer. 
They stand by the framed rain, at the edge of where the downpour starts. One after the other opens up their umbrellas. They form a sort of flower induced in fabric. How each petal sometimes touches the other. It moves forward like a lively creature, when one steps down the stairs and the other trains after. Juyeon stands last in the train and before his shoe overflows with water he hears a thud from behind. When he looks back, he sees Y/n who stands in the left corner of the hallway. She isn’t covered by the locker, but she presses onto it like she wishes it did. In front of her lies a book. 
He hesitates at the edge of the school and stares at her. Above the book are her hands that have her fingers desperately scratch on her palms. Her head moves the left corner of her view frame. Those constant actions make it hard for her hair to stay in one place and they fall to cover her face. But by those short moments when one strand lands on the other side, he sees her bitten lips and worried eyes. 
“Juyeon?” 
To break apart from what’s behind him, he sees his friends in the rain half turned. Their eyes on his silhouette are cloudy like the weather, drained in confusion over what has draped over his mind. Another friend group walks past them, out in the pouring rain. Finally he looks back again to see Y/n in the same place as before and takes a step back into the school. 
“It’s something important, I’ll catch you guys later!” He sort of waves his hand before he runs up to the lockers again. Even then his friends stay in that puddle for a bit until they turn their backs on school and continue up over the asphalt. 
Other students he faces on the way back make room for him. He stops when  in front of her figure. Conversations become clear and then fade before another one enters as they stand there. Juyeon eyes her attentively, shoulder pressing further into the locker and her head lowers all the more to the ground. When her blazer trashes and pushes, the notes from before hold onto the fabric. Juyeon sees it and presses it onto the blazer again, then takes his umbrella to the side. Right side of the hallway can only perceive a piece of their person when the umbrella embraces them. 
Juyeon looks over her sunken body that still forcefully tries to press the world out of it. A small corner under a pair of stairs. He takes the arm of her blazer and draws it gently towards his own body. In that moment, Y/n looks through the hair that has fallen over her face. Juyeon doesn’t look at her, rather has his eyes on that spot under the stairs. 
“Come.” He whispers and Y/n nods. With slow steps they push close to the lockers to let the other students pass. Juyeon fixates on the fact that Y/n is beside him and lockers and not the other way, or how the stairs are just a few meters further away. Though, when he feels a faint pull on his own blazer, Juyeon swears the rain stops for a moment and the clouds drift apart to shine a light on  his heart. When finally under the staircase he sees the ocean of people drain out in the rain. There's some significant space between the ocean and the two of them, but he wonders if the constant conversations and endless shrill sounds of wet shoes and floor continues to suffocate her mind. 
Y/n, who, like the crowd, slowly drains of whatever’s left as her heart falls into normal motion. Despite her eyelids feeling all heavier and body leans onto the wall for support, she sees his hands contract. She pays attention to how he first opens his hand, wide and welcoming, until they close again, a kind of insecure motion. Tired, she lifts her head to watch his side. Juyeon watches how the rain drenches and fights umbrellas before he takes a small step to her side and lifts his hand to Y/n’s. For the first time in his life, his body connects with Y/n’s and a warm feeling in this autumn weather spreads over him. 
Y/n experience how the world contracts on itself and becomes this fixed point in the universe. The wind becomes non-existent and words are background music to whatever she lays her eyes on. She hears how the world becomes muted when a warm sensation comes over her ears. By the calmness created in this corner of the school, she looks to the side again and sees Juyeon still face to face with the world outside.  
The two of them stand like that while the school empties out the last students. Juyeon looks down at Y/n everytime an autumn breeze comes through the door and Y/n, when she senses he is somewhere else. The muted world confine her like a mother’s hug and she lets herself drown it. But despite the safeness and organized thoughts, everytime Y/n looks up at him she has this sensation that pushes her chest. It somehow penetrates her skin and bone, floods out in her blood and pulls her heart. Y/n looks at him and wonders if it is a good or a bad feeling. 
When the hallway, abandoned and drained of life, Juyeon loosens his hands gently. He says quietly;
“It’s safe to go.” 
He looks down at the place where her hands hold the fabric of his blazer. Somehow, she seems to struggle a bit. Juyeon notices how she opens her mouth, but closes it again and takes a breath. 
“Can we go together?” Her words are barely over a whisper but it somehow took his breath away. 
“Yes.” He answers just as quietly and smiles before they start to walk out. Each step they take colors by the rain covered floor, and they both continue the pattern. Juyeon feels how she lets go of his jacket and bends to her right to put away her book. At the edge before the rain, he once again opens the umbrella and holds it over their heads. Juyeon knows she won’t go first, so without any sort of restraint he takes a step out in the rain. 
The rain that plummets towards the umbrella creates a sound similar to a second hand on a clock, soothes their minds. He stares at the cracks in the road and muted trees, streetlights that aren't on, tight alleyways between the low houses. When they’ve walked for some time, Juyeon falls into a world of his own. He didn’t talk so as not to force her to interact with him, but now nature has genuinely enchanted him to grow without words. 
A hazy filter that covers his square vision fades from him when he feels a push on his umbrella. Juyeon looks to his left where Y/n gently tugs at the handle over his hand. Now none of the rain reaches his shoulder, but with hesitation, he moves it closer to her again. Y/n, again takes the handle and refuses to let go of it. A faded sort of confusion has become a third person that was two. As one desperately reads their actions, and the other bears frustration that can’t be detected when trying to convey. 
“It’ll get wet.” Y/n finally says and looks at the post-it note furthest away from his chest. Aside from the fact that his navy blazer is even darker on that part, but the 284 in black ink has sort of melted. Nature is in grief over the loss of her leaves and now sheds tears down the Earth. Tears that smudge all over the world like makeup. Juyeon turns towards Y/n who has moved her notes further up her blouse, right beside her tie. Affection and care is beyond these numbers in a way he can’t comprehend, but he smiles either way and turns to the discolord note again. With a new found affection for it he moves it further up too. 
“Can you write a new one?” Juyeon asks gently. 
Y/n who secures the 220 note of her own on the blazer looks up at him. Eyes that are focused at some point further down the road, his side profile where every feature resembles a sort of perfect ruby, his eyes in the color of a tree in rain. She lets out a sound that should resemble a ‘what?’. Though, Juyeon turns to her immediately and asks gently again. 
“Can you write a new one for me?” And points at the orange note. 
Y/n looks at him, his eyes crystal clear. Fast she focuses attention on the note and smiles. Despite the autumn weather and downpour that pushes all its force onto them. A soft streamline warmth goes through her and wraps around her heart. Somehow it isn’t holding a tight grip on her throat, rather sympathizes along the mind and whispers to open her walls up so that she can finally breathe. It is a euphoric kind of feeling that makes her want to smile. And so she does and nods as an answer to his question. 
/
It has been raining for days on end. Juyeon has looked out the window everyday and listened to how it crashes onto his roof. But today on one Friday afternoon, when school ends and kids eagerly rush out from the double doors. The clouds decide to reveal the main star of this corner of the universe, and let it shine brightly on Earth. All bicycles stand one after another to create an endless line of colors and thin structures. Juyeon stands in the center of all directions and sees how kids go up to take their bikes. But quickly, he turns away from that sight and searches the rigid edges and sharp angles of the school yard. He reaches onto his toes and bends his knees to find her silhouette obscured at the edges. 
At last, he sees a lonely figure under the roof where the school building folds into a corner. How two friends arm in arm walk past her and Y/n pushes herself even higher up against the wall so there is a two meter space between them. East from that center spot, he leaves it. Y/n also has her camera, panning the entire scenery with a smile she only has while filming. The lens lands on Juyeon and he sees how her entire person stops for a bit. He stares into the lens, waves and smiles. Under the complex silver camcorder, she reflects the expression. This camcorder somehow works as a middleman and he winks, visualizing it transferring to the grainy rectangular screen. 
Juyeon comes up to the white wall and he, too, leans on the uneven material. “Would you be okay with bicycling down the city with me?” He asks without superficial sentences. 
She thinks of the past day, and all other moments they share together. Again, her body seems to create this quick invisible stream that flies past her. Juyeon waits for her at the finish line, even when the season changes and everyone has gone home. No one is there to see her draw a period at the end of her sentence, just Juyeon. 
“Okay.” She says weakly and looks up at him with a smile. Y/n can’t quite read what he feels when looking at her at this moment, but his smile becomes even wider. That is a good thing she knows, therefore she wants him to smile like that forever. . 
The cycle leans to the right and Juyeon’s leg holds the weight up. At the front of the steering is a basket attached in which he puts his bag. Juyeon’s head leans over his shoulder. On the furthest part of his cycle, she sits with a backpack close to her stomach, and at the same time tighten a helmet. Y/n lifts her chin up so as to not pinch the skin between her neck and head. While doing that, her eyebrows and eyes interlock while her lips stay serene. He discerns each feature of her face. 
“Do you always have that with you?” He asks and Y/n looks at him with creased eyebrows.  
“I’ve never seen you ride a bike before.” 
“I can’t.” Y/n falls back into her monotone voice and rigid demeanor, “Helmet reduces risk of head injury by over 50%, serious injury by 70% and severe traumatic brain injury by 74%.” 
Y/n stares at the houses behind Juyeon while her arms shove the canvas fabric of her backpack against her stomach.. From the perspective of the people who pass, Y/n appear to be bound with ropes to Juyeon’s cycle, though in fact, it is her nature. Juyeon still smiles, leans his weight onto the steering. 
“Do you judge me that I do not have a helmet?” He asks in which Y/n only shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head so that one strand falls before her eyes. 
“I believe in free will.” She says objectively. 
A cluster of rocks flies two meters away from the cycle line when he takes off. Juyeon feels a weak force of her pulling on his blazer. 
They follow a single road that divides into two. All houses become sharper and higher as trees become all the more scarce. They see how the sky opens up before them and two trees fade to the side of their viewpoint to reveal a skyline with traits of an incoming wave. When they stop at the circle of all the buildings, Juyeon asks Y/n if it’s fine. She nods without a second thought. At every corner, shop or billboard, Juyeon leans down to ask if it’s fine. Even when Y/n walks slower and takes longer to answer his questions, she insists on going. 
When the blue sky has turned pink, the two come out in the heart of the spending district. Square screens with colorful advertisements on glass estates that reflects whatever comes at them. The whole city seems to impend on the two of them as they walk the green light. As they hold their head high to see the point where the skyscrapers are swallowed by the sky, a wave of people come right at them. The moment Y/n feel the heat of people coming past her and conversations so loud that she can’t discern the sound of green lights. Y/n falls onto Juyeon’s side. Hold his school blazer, hide her face behind his shoulder, walk so closely that she becomes aware of his trousers, rough against her legs. 
Juyeon construes her desperation to not just move out the way, but disappear.  In such wise, he let her solace behind him and peek over all heads to see where the ocean hits shore. He can’t find an end to the wall of people that has surrounded them. To escape the spot they stand on he too smallens himself to push through bodies and bodies of Seoul. Juyeon has a hard time even turning his head right, instead, he wishes for that faint pull on his blazer to never let go. 
After a minute, he stands on the other side of the line. Juyeon is in front of a restaurant where warm orange light illuminates his left side. Though, he perceives quickly that there is just him here. To face the crowd once again, and look at it from above. Juyeon’s heart races the moment his thoughts come crashing down on him. A new person passes him every second, the light has turned green again and he sees hopeless reflection in the puddle beneath him. The moment the surface bursts from someone's shoe, he doesn’t take another second to look at the broken mirror, instead walks straight into the overcrowded line again. 
Again he feels not only the city, but every person impending on him, swallowing him until there is  nothing left to do than reach out for air. Juyeon frantically turns his head and body, he apologizes when he walks into someone without making eye contact. His blazer is folded in the wrong places, shoes are wet from the rain puddles, his bag is nearly more like a backpack. In a spot right where the entire Seoul surrounds him, he feels their eyes and turns around to face them all. Juyeon shouts Y/n’s name and perceives the eye of passing strangers, how each one shortly speculates on his messed up appearance and desperate eyes, before going back to their own lifes. Once again, he shouts her name. His body reaches some sort of emptiness. The drain right under him has water from puddles all over the city falling into it and he too feels like it’s slowly taking every part of him. 
Though, the green light takes a step down and turns red, only people’s backs are visible as they continue life down a different alleyway. And Juyeon can swear that his heart does such a motion that it nearly hurts in his chest. He breathes out and can feel his legs go out the moment he does. At a white wall on the store filled street, she sits hunched over her own self as if protecting it from the people passing. There is a plant beside her and an alleyway some meters away. The doors from the closest clothing store opens and he sees people coming out and eyeing her figure. 
Before another car runs over the horizontal lines, Juyeon leaves and runs up to her. Somehow, she appears smaller than before. The lines of her blazer drapes her like in a blanket and her hair falls over knees and arms near a curtain. The two are furthest into the building on the busy street. Contrast clearly against the loud conversations and constant movement, they’re perfectly still. Juyeon stands right before her feet, he is not even certain that Y/n is aware of his person being here. 
With that, he slowly bends his knees to come in the same height as her. Knees brush against his chin and gently he places his hand on the end of her shoe. Juyeon’s hand lies like a feather on top of her black shoes. The touch is barely sensible but enough to create a warmth and Y/n peaks through the strands of hair that cover her face. Juyeon can’t quite make sense of what lies behind those blinds. The evening has crept up on Seoul and none of the million streetlights and store signs pierce through her side. But it doesn’t change his perception, instead Juyeon reaches out for the arm of her blazer and pulls it gently towards his warmth. 
He whispers, “Do you want to hide beside me?” 
Y/n nods. He stands up again while still holding the blue fabric. Y/n slowly follows his motions, the moment she is up, she moves to his side to stand in the same position as when they were crossing the street. Streetlights show the way out of the center and Juyeon leads as Y/n faces the ground. 
-
When he thinks of how he could feel her breathe from behind and pull on his clothing, the current situation seems rather depressing. Instead of a slight pull on his jacket to indicate her existence, he looks behind every now and then to see her face completely mirror the passing ground. Her hands grab onto the space of the bicycle she’s not sitting on and her backpack depends on her weak shoulders. By the impending asphalt they travel by, Juyeon discerns small circles and by the time they’ve reached the alleys of warm colored trees, it’s raining again. 
As the complexes get all tighter and shorter, more bricks, cats run past them to hide under wood. Juyeon regards a hasty, dejected part of his heart. A part that has developed during the moment he sat himself on the cycle and just growed larger the further they’ve gotten. The girl behind him looks just like the dying leaves on the passing trees. He stays quiet because there is nothing to say, or he does it because he knows their perception of the world runs like parallel lines. Either way, Juyeon takes all slower and slower steps on the pedals as he needs to break their silence. 
“I don’t know where your house is?” Juyeon leans back and speaks composedly. Their blazers are a shade darker than before and water from their hair runs down on their shirts. He whispers again and hopes she will answer. Finally she points weakly to the right where a brick and concrete house with a balcony continues. The moment she points, he takes force again. But Juyeon quickly slows down when they pass door after door. He waits for a sign from her and if he wasn’t attentive at the moment, he wouldn’t have heard the quiet russells of her backpack. 
Juyeon fully stops the bike and his feet fall right on a puddle. Water converts from the spot she steps down into. Her hair covers whatever her face is telling and juyeon grabs the steering a bit tighter. Aside from the constant rain, there is complete silence between them. Y/n stands there, a meter away, like it is a responsibility. How her hands grab the straps of her back pack and rain soaked hair covers her existence. 
“Thanks…” Y/n whispers with a voice devoid of any personality. 
In one way, he answers her and the figure of a drained uniform moves step after step closer to a door on the left. Until she disappears behind it and he is left staring at the same spot she once stood in. How the coldness of the rain finally hits him, and a shiver starts 
at the top of his shoulder, down to the hand on the steering. The earth looks so much colder all of a sudden and he can no longer see the beauty of the pink flower petals beside the door. Juyeon bites his lip and turns his bicycle the other way. 
He doesn’t jump back up onto the cycle, rather, continues to let the cracks in the road take him home. This moment, he thinks, reminds him of a scene from childhood. When during an autumn morning, walk out alone between the trees and high grass while his parents were asleep. At the entrance of the forest, he met a creature different from himself. A deer. Juyeon with the lowest part of his jeans in puddles from the night rain and fleece going well past his hands, stands still while sharing its space. The deer doesn’t move, rather, looks at him too. And how the world moves slower for just this moment and the magical creature takes a step closer. Juyeon reached out his hand and the deer eventually sniffed it. The morning silence made him feel like it was just the two of them in this world. But in a second it shatters. When a toy car falls out of his left pocket and plummets right onto a moss covered stone. The deer, frightened and looks at him with eyes that makes him feel like a traitor and before being able to beg for forgiveness, it’s already gone. 
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The teacher is talking and points at white chalk structure on the green board, but Juyeon tilts his head onto his palm. He stares at a spot in this space that is now empty. That chair, furthest into the classroom. And as another day passes he does the same. Juyeon keeps turning to the places wherein his memories, Y/n are in. But before his heart races, it falters since there is no one to reciprocate it. 
It’s Wednesday right after lunch, five days after Juyeon asked Y/n to follow him down the city center. Juyeon sits alone on that sofa in the janitor’s room. His head faces the single bulb hanging from the ceiling, cracks and bits of dry paint. Nauseousness makes a sort of impression on his heart when he looks at the four walls on all sides. His body has a sort of hyper sensibility in contrast. One that has him tremor his leg and itch deep into the skin beside his nails. 
The skyscrapers he passed everyday, people that were a part of his daily routine and stores with neon signs where his friends would meet on Saturday evening. It is all so beautiful to him, but crawls like nightmares over Y/n’s mind.  Everytime he closes his eyes, he sees that scene of her body desperately saving itself and how the world that have raised him like a mother, performs the very reasons to be alive- grip onto her limbs to kick and scream at her contracting conception. 
His head adverts from the ceiling to lay on its side. To look at the now empty seat that triggers memories. He’s a stranger to being alone. To always be surrounded by life and its consciousness, he thinks it must kind of protect him from something else threading this world, Juyeon feels the inanimate objects descend onto him. 
While he feels like that, a sort of curiosity blooms like spring within him. Juyeon turns to her empty seat again and pictures her figure in constant desolation. How she seems natural and drawn to tunnel vision and cubicle spaces without undertone of life. Juyeon knits his eyebrows and stares at the bulb again. How come she who detaches the world in her camcorder and isolates herself in rooms without personalities, went on and on in the overcrowded city center. 
A ache in his heart sources the nauseous to drown his mind once again. He thinks of the walls that have comforted her, held her because she doesn’t know who else will do. The clock moves forward another minute and before it strikes 13:15, he walks up to take a hatched A4 paper and a line pencil, broken at the top. He sort of draws in all his thoughts to a timeless collection, but walks up again to find an eraser. Where his thoughts write themselves as Russian novels, he needs to shorten them to a modern short story. With concise word choice and covered sentences that deviate from the point, he folds over the letter. 
/
In the same spot he stood three days ago, Juyeon now sees himself again. Between the edge of the asphalt and platform to her door, is an expanse of grass. He guides his bicycle up to it and bends down the support with his feet. When he walks up onto the platform, his figure sways a bit to the left. Juyeon’s eyes focus on the gap where the stone meets the door, then slowly make its way towards the door handle. Feet lift up and down from the platform like it will somehow open the door and he scratches his nape like someone will come from behind and open. After a minute, he imagines the flower pot beside him breathing and living so he does the same. Right at that moment, Juyeon reaches out his hand to knock on the door,  and at the same time, his left leg directs to a spot, away from the door. 
For a brief time, his ambiance stands static against time and he contends whether to leave this platform. As the passing stream behind him takes a single leaf down the drain, he takes a step down. And when he is fully out of the atmosphere of the door, it opens. Y/n’s home stands wide for him in a second. Juyeon, uncomfortable by the pure display of someone’s life, is rigid at every part of his body. A meter before him, through the angle of being two steps below them, stands a woman in his own parents' age. 
As expected by life. Time has affected her essence, with each year, spread out to the edges of her person. But like Earth with her ever changing nature and folds from tectonic plates. She is ever so beautiful. Juyeon won’t say anything and the woman smiles as another second passes without him moving. Her sudden change in expression drives the earth another step around its axis and he can feel spring go right through him. 
“Is there something to help with?” She asks. 
Finally he orders his limbs in a sort of acceptable pattern and his posture in a way he’d seen male leads do when waiting for their bride to walk down the aisle. Before he answers, Juyeon coughs lightly and looks on the grass and platform. The woman again smiles at his flustered state. 
“It’s your daughter, Mrs.y/l/n.” He coughs again. She holds a hand on the door frame and looks up at his face. From her angle he positions right where the sun would be. 
“I wanted to know if she’s okay?.” He looks down and sees her eyes go a bit bigger. 
“You’re a friend of Y/n?” 
It’s quiet. “ I moved here recently.” Juyeon points towards an ambiguous spot behind him, “We’ve been hanging out for a week.” 
Her smile becomes even more evident and he can’t help but mirror it. Each time she asks him something or smiles at him, his shoulders loosens a bit and he becomes the one self he sees in the puddle reflection. Juyeon finds no gap between their question and answers to take up his folded letter. And by the moment at the edge of their small talk, the mother asks him; 
“Please come in, don’t stand in the rain.” She walks to the side, and now the whole hallway down to the last window stands before him. Juyeon hesitates; 
“Are you sure? Is Y/n okay with that?” 
Again she eyes him in a way to ask him where he comes from. Juyeon reads something sincere from her pupil out to the brown color. He wonders when he looks at him like this, in what order of people have come to this house at the side of the road. If, to count up all the numbers of people that have stood on the platform like he does now and get to surround themself with their life. In what place would he land? Number seven, twenty fifth or fourteenth. In his mind complexion, the furthest part of him works like a voice in whisper, asking if he may be the first to visit for Y/n. 
“She’s in her room, as long as we’re quiet it’s okay.” She says sincerely and Juyeon nods. To step in and feel the wind stop brushing up against his back, it feels at peace. On the black carpet under the door, he places his shoes and follows the mother down the two walls. To the left is the kitchen area. A rectangular table in the midst of all pans, towels and carpets. She takes out a chair and reaches out her hand towards the one right in front. 
“Sit.” 
Juyeon thanks her before accommodate. Y/n’s mother works as a foreground to the windows behind her and the trees they frame. Each wall has a row of postcards and under the windows stands flower pots with lamps double its length. On the table stands an empty mug and a candle nearly burnt all the way down. So much that it has dropped and hardened on the table surface. 
“Is she okay, then?” Juyeon leans forward, eyes wide and with glitter at the edges. 
The woman’s smile and fond look turns to a disheartened mothers one quickly after he asks it. She starts holding the cup and smiles weakly again. 
“It used to be worse.” The mother sighs, “She wants to be alone when it gets overwhelming.” “She knows what stresses her so it doesn’t happen much anymore.” She looks at a door to the left, which he assumes is Y/n’s room. 
“I’m sorry I can’t let you in.” She says. 
“Oh, it’s okay, I didn’t expect to see her.” 
“Then why are you here?” 
He coughs and starts searching his pockets, “I wanted to leave this.” He hands her the letter, “I think I did some wrongs, I just want to reassure her.” 
She takes it, “What do you do together?” 
“We’re in the library or janitor’s room often. I think she likes it when I read to her so I search up books with topics that I think might interest her and read them out loud. She gives me post-it notes too so I try to write some back.” Juyeon takes out the 284 note from his blazer and shows it to the mother. 
Each stroke of the black ink on the orange paper is written in fine thought. The letters that barely take up a twelfth of the square and a period at the end, no matter what she writes. The mother turns away from the note and observes the boy she has before her. Somehow he has landed in her house, it gets absurd and entangled when she tries to figure out how. But nonetheless another human being sits here in sincere patience for her daughter. Those ideas he voiced before, using words like “I think” and “try”. She falls into a sort of trance of intrigue of his seemingly confused state of what is the right way to approach this person, and at the same time innocent passion to find out. 
“I’ll make sure she gets it.” The mother says as she breaks off from looking at the young boy. In attentive fashion she leans the letter onto the depressing candle. Juyeon stares at the rectangular piece of paper in the middle of the empty table. It makes itself at home in her house and he feels a bit of relief wash over him the longer he stares at it. 
“Thank you.” Juyeon stands up and bows. 
Y/n’s mother also rises from the chair to bow. He walks out of the kitchen and disappears behind the wall. Short after, she hears the front door open and slowly closes, just the sound of one metal falling into place with another. She is left alone like before he came into their lives, and she stares down at the little letter. Though he’s not here anymore, a part of him has sunken into the walls of their home and she breathes out like something heavy has fallen off her chest. The first time a person her daughter’s age came to their home was on a usual Wednesday afternoon, right after work. 
She reaches her hand out for the center of the door and knocks gently three times. Shortly after, she opens it and peaks between the fifteen centimeter opening and then pulls it all the way to reveal her daughter on the floor. Y/n sits with her legs up to her chin and hugs them at the same time. She can’t fully perceive her face, solely her side profile. In which, it is illuminated by the square TV over a VHS player. To focus on the screen, she sees a scenery way too familiar. Despite having about twenty VHS on the floor beside her, her mother can only name about five different places that seem to be the same clip over and over. But each tape has its number and there seems to be a shift in scenario from each one, invisible to her mothers eye. 
“Are you comfortable eating in the kitchen?” Her mother’s voice is quiet and light, tender and sympathetic. 
Y/n shakes her head and falls even deeper behind her knees. She has spent the last days in the same uniform she came home in. The scene before her is devoid of any color and she sighs in a way that only she herself can hear. 
“Okay.” Her mother acknowledges, “I’ll come back.” 
Her mother walks in again and places a white plate beside her daughter. In addition to the plate, Juyeon’s letter is neatly placed above it. Her mother leaves the room and when Y/n hears the door lock with the frame, she turns to the plate. The letter folded neatly and placed in the limelight, she picks it up. To separate the glue from the paper, she folds it open and reads the letter. 
this is juyeon
I had fun Friday, but honestly, I think I like it the most in the janitor’s room or the library. I like the stores but it’s even better when you give me post-it notes. I’m not a great reader, teachers always said I had too little expression, but I enjoy reading for you. When I think of the short time we’ve had together, those are the moments that come to mind. I can’t really recall your voice or say confidently which eye color you have, light brown? But you describe nature in numbers and when I look at a tree, I think of that formula you told me. I don’t know why you see five hundred in blue, but every time I see it, I see it in that color. 
I should be straightforward. I don’t think you need to change because I like how you give me a new way to look at the world. 
sorry for making things complex and illogical : )
A sort of silence walks around the room. Even when she folds the square paper to its original form, it is ever present. A sensation so hard that it falls out like light between the crack of one's door. She must grab the center of her chest, push whatever’s begging to come out into her isolated heart. Y/n’s breath becomes even more prominent. Dreams start to affect reality and she sits there in silence for a while. Face the world with her hidden colors and different angles. 
“Mother…” 
She squints her eyes and looks at the silhouette between the frames. 
“Yes.” 
“Where is the tape recorder?” Y/n asks. Her mother points at an ambiguous spot in the dark. But she eventually finds the black recorder and the tape material. To close the door and leave her mother to ask the moon about the shift in person. 
The moon stands at the top of Earth and shines on its surface. Y/n leans on her single window and stares at it like it is just the two of them in this current world. The rain has moved over her hometown as it has followed the wind to the southern part of the country. Without the rows of streetlights, the night sky is decorated with faint circles of light. Fades into different colors in a way that you forget they’re larger than the celestial they stand on. 
Y/n sits at the end of her bed. The single window opens up before it and the moon shines its light over her bed, in which the sheet reflects it back in a sort of white-lavender magic. She has finally taken off her white blouse and navy skirt, folded neatly at the top of her chair. Instead she has a white dress that ruffles at the wrists and follows no lines of her own body. As she sits there together with the moonlight, she has a notebook in her lap. While writing and erasing words she continuously pulls back the front pieces of her hair behind her ear as they fall in front of the pages. 
Once the moon has moved another hour, its reflection is up against Y/n’s wall. She straightens her back to look honestly at the paper she has covered. It nearly feels like another hour moves by before she lays the notebook on her pillow and reaches behind her to take up the tape recorder. Y/n takes the end of the rectangular box close to her lips and pushes down the button on its side. It makes a sound that is perceived as deafening in her timeless room. 
A second goes by and another one just like it. Instead of looking at the words she just has written, she stares at the moon like it's watching her. There is something very vulnerable sitting on her bed, in her room and with a recorder. Every leaf on the tree outside, the moon, its stars, her chair and the camcorder on her desk. Everything with its 3 dimensions perceive a drastic change in her heart. Somehow, it feels extremely frightening growing leaves and sprouts during the second half of the year, when everything else is slowly dying.  
/
At the center of the entrance, Juyeon doesn’t take another step forward. He watches the backs of his classmates continue into the school, while he fades from them. To stand still in the hallway where each one goes through their changes, Juyeon is standing hard-set to the wet floor and wrapped in other dimensions than the one stands on. At the front of the locker that’s been vacant of life, stands a girl in her usual presence. Like time has refused to move during these past days. Y/n closes her locker and just guides a passing look over the hallway, they meet eye contact. 
As they stand face to face towards each other, Juyeon perceives how colors fill his vision and rush against his heart. A girl seemingly devoid of happiness, like the rain clouds bringing life to the ones around it. Students walk right through the invisible wire, though, it feels a bit like radio silence. Her expression has fallen into a neutral and perceiving nature. There is nothing to judge in her demeanor as her hands can grab onto her backpack or her feet kick in the front door. 
A sudden spark between the stations and a jump from either side to the other. He receives a call back from the opposite side of the earth and Y/n stars walking towards him. The radio signal figures its way into his heart and wraps around his mind. Juyeon, similar to the broken TV at home, is adamant on the single position he is in, unable to comprehend what the other ways to go exist. Finally, she comes up before him. 
The feeling of air loss becomes all frequent as his heartbeat pulsates in an unusual rhythm . His hand hangs from its side, the right twitches as he becomes aware of it just simply being on his side, awkwardly, without purpose. After all, the hallway is nearly empty, and the last of their classmates walk into the classroom. In that moment, when one steps their heel onto the cold hard floor, Y/n brings out a cassette tape. With one hand on the backpack strap and the other holding the cassette tape, halfway left until she meets his life. Juyeon looks at her with big eyes and slowly closes what’s left between them. When he holds it in his hands, Y/n moves to the left, changes directions and her back disappears behind the classroom door. 
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Juyeon turns to see the end of the classroom throughout the lectures. But Y/n passes him like she has never had an affect on his life. The tape that fits in his palm holds answers to the insecurities that have been eating him from the inside. At his usual spot under the window in the library, he looks up and down the room before pressing play on the player. 
It is all quiet at first. He senses a faint sound of leaves being taken by a wind and an owl two trees away.
It’s Y/n…, she coughs. 
I want to say thank you. Her voice shakes, I don’t understand why you’re being so nice to me. I think about it a lot… and I still don’t understand. …You’re the first person I want to be around, but I don’t want to bother you, so I try to be… 
There’s silence again. 
I- sometimes it feels like you’re reading my mind, but I can’t even understand what your facial expression means. I try to be more like you, but I can’t do that, I’m sorry…But I think I’m relieved you understand… 
She breathes as if she’s about to say something more, but it abruptly stops before any words are left spoken. The recording is over and Juyeon taps play again as if hoping something else will come out if it. Instead he falls back and looks at the ceiling. To be left in the ame position and have your heart running like you’ve passed half the globe in just 5 minutes. Juyeon closes his eyes to feel that warmth escape his chest and drown his body. 
Without exchanging words, they walk again along the asphalt. Let each crack in the road guide them home. Y/n won’t acknowledge his existence when she lets go of the door to her home. A familiar surrounding opens up before him, but a sort of new found appreciation and excitement blossoms between his heart as Y/n herself lets him into her world. Her mother sits on the same chair as she did when they talked, and he bows as far as his back allows him to. Neither daughter or mother does any sort of audible affirmation of the scene in their kitchen. Rather, mother’s eyes won’t close and Y/n awkwardly shifts in the same spot until she grabs onto Juyeon’s blazer and opens the door to her own room. 
They sit here, on her carpet in the middle of her room. Y/n observe the boy before her. When he holds his head low and falls deep into his own world, she gets a chance to look at him without distractions. To pick apart his devine features honestly and ask questions without fear of judgment. However, Juyeon notices in the background how no movements seem to come from Y/n’s hand and he then looks up to see her gazing at him in a sort of overwhelming way. 
“Do I have something on my face?” He asks and takes up his left hand to his lips. 
Despite Juyeon now preceding how her arm moves forward and naturally fragrant when she comes closer, Y/n continues dissecting. When she bends a centimeter to see his face from a lower angle, his posture trunks rigid and he doesn’t blink as if she will do something unprecedented if he does. It’s something intimidating with how she leans on her hands to support her weight as she comprehends every hidden feature or flaw on his face. 
“I don’t understand you.” Y/n finally says without expressions and falls back onto her spot. 
“I don’t either.” Juyeon smiles before he looks back on his poetry book. Each sentence adds onto the other and builds a sort of wall. He treasures each word like the stroke of one's brush and back away to see the complete painting. Though, as he falls in love with the words on the paper, he takes interest in how Y/n still hasn’t moved. Juyeon looks up again and sees her face staring at the same features as before. Dissecting and annotating. 
His curiosity leads him into a well of deep fascination. A person who twitches when one's skin comes too close to hers and escapes into an uncertain point when eye contact becomes too overbearing. Somehow sits before him, closer than ever, with hands on the floor like she’s never going to let go. His eyes close and he imagines Y/n counting his fluttering eyelashes. And memorize them like a math equation. 
Eventually, like everything else, she falls back to the place she came from. A gap wider than before has occurred between them, but no wind or coldness force itself the protective layer they’ve created. Juyeon doesn’t look back down to his poems, instead waits for her. After some passing seconds, Y/n looks down towards her hatched notebook before he pushes it towards him. 
A rectangular sheet of paper, covered in rows of numbers and symbols. He sees short key words with arrows pointing towards a formula running ten centimeters of the paper. He connects number 284 with his clock, but 4, 8 and 10? Y/n have quietly observed him when playing basketball, drawing or calculating. How many times he blows on a spoon of hot soup, pushes his locker or shakes his rain-covered umbrella.  It is all detailed in her book that she takes whatever she goes. 
His birthday at the top of the page, equal sign after equal sign down to the formula 3 x 7 = 21. Description of clouds during a free spring in the clear blue background. A single circle connected with a line towards the 21. Annotated in yellow with an extra note about clouds edging on pastel. The circle at the bottom of the page, chasing its diviness. 
“But it doesn’t make sense.” Y/n says quietly and stares at her complex row of mathematical poetry. 
“Does it have to?” Juyeon tilts his head and Y/n looks up at him again. Her eyebrows are knitted and her lips sealed as ever, “Does it have to make sense?” 
Juyeon can repeat his questions infinitely, but she will not fully receive the purpose of his question. In which he catches up to his own self and the divider of the world they live in. To look at her with a new perspective on the world, Juyeon picks up the bundle of orange post-it-notes. On each one, he draws circles with bent edges and unsymmetrical halves. Either way, he pulls each one off and attaches it against her blazer.  The circle in perfect nature and worshiped figure. He sees her in it. Sculpted by nature and perfect in its way of life. 
Y/n looks down at the ten different circles on her blazer and then back up at Juyeon, “I don’t understand it either, I just like your existence.” 
Y/n smiles just faintly. 
/
The puddles from yesterday’s rain have created a pattern over the rooftop. Juyeon stands five meters away from the stairs and leans on the metal railing. As it is break time, he watches his classmates occupate themselves at every corner of the dry ground. An incoming wind takes friction against him and disappears  between the layers of his clothes. He pushes his arms closer against each other and his silhouette falls in height. Since the morning, Juyeon has realized that even autumn’s soon passing him by. 
As the changing season moves along, he feels his own heart transform. To look back on the past months, he sees himself in a sort of continuous evolution. He feels another wind take on him and he sees Y/n in the mirage of his memories. Each step in the transformation, she stands at the opposite corner of the room or right beside him. He thinks of her camcorder covering half of her face to the day they sat on the floor of her room. Y/n too, seems to have been ever changing this time too. 
Since the day she confessed she couldn’t understand him, she has been carrying that notebook. Juyeon takes notice of how when he mentions something in passing, Y/n takes up the book to annotate it. And for each time they meet eyes, cross paths in the hallway or make eye contact in the classroom. Her eyes seem brighter. He looks at his world and wonders why it feels different, he blames the dead leaves and colder weather. But Juyeon starts to think that maybe Y/n has discovered something new, loosened the routines she worshiped. 
When he thinks about her, the door from behind opens. The weather storm around his ears and he looks back to see the person in the door frame. She lets the door fall to the closed space and the whole building surrounds the two. All hair strands fall before her face, covering whatever emotion for him. Her hand moves up to her right side and brushes away beside her ear. Y/n smiles as brightly as a person like her does and walks forward. Beside him on the railing, they stand together and look out over the changing landscape. 
“You’re not cold?” Juyeon looks at her and she shakes her head. Like always, they make room for each other to speak or nature to voice its thoughts. 
“I’ve figured it out.” Y/n smiles and takes up the notebook he has seen everyday. When she looks up at him with one page open.  Juyeon gently leans forward and observes the wall of numbers, to nearly create some sort of mathematical painting. 
She starts to describe the number and their sentences, how each one affects the other. Soon it all starts falling like a domino. Her words come out faster and with no sort of adjustment in language. Each formula becomes blurrier than the other, and before she is on the last equal sign, Juyeon has given up trying to dissect the words she’s speaking, rather look at her features glistening while describing. Even without summer sun, her face emits a warmth, golden light. 
Y/n talks about longitude and latitude, his birthday, bicycle, address, carbon and Earth’s birth. He can’t count them all, but all his parts are intertwined with the universe in a sixteen part formula, in which it all ends with his existence, the exact coordinate and exact time. 
Even when there are no words left to say, he admires her calm features that lingers over the A4 paper. She looks at it with a sort of gentleness only spring and a small village 3 miles outside the city center has. Juyeon’s hair falls before his eyes, but he doesn’t bother to correct it. All the words he can’t fully grasp, it becomes a parentheses, as the scenery behind it pierce through the curtains and reveals itself for him. As she holds the equation close to her heart, and he doesn’t ask her why since, he knows she too loves his existence.
BONUS
At the end of a long day, Juyeon lies in his bed with the ceiling like constellation above him. Right before the two parted ways, Y/n gave him a cassette tape. He has them all stacked against each other on the rectangular night stand. At number 11, he can no longer fit his lamp, it stands below his bed. To press 'play' and pull the sound close to his essence. His world does another year and his heart compress. It's just three words in her voice, but it sends Earth colliding. Juyeon lies there as the sun moves over the sky, to press the 'play' button over and over again.
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A/N: if anyone made it down here, i really want to say thank you for reading. Im not confident in this fic, i really love it, but im not sure it turned out good enough. thats all, thank you again!
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misfit-nvrfitin · 8 months
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KIM SUNWOO FIC REC!
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sadnightforus · 4 months
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YOU MIGHT BE SLEEPING  (LJY)
biker boyfriend!juyeon x gn!reader
SYNOPSIS: In an attempt to surprise you for the 500 days anniversary, he took you on a ride to his favorite places that are far away from the city, after various complaints from you that you found nothing to do in Seoul. 
WORD COUNT: 3.9K
WARNINGS: none… we reached this point guys (besides the mentioning of Eric being a super rich guy that’s all). too much fluff *insert the crying waterfall emoji because normal emoji does not cut it* 
A/N: don’t know if y’all know this but I was inspired by that one particular fanmade video. the og concept was supposed to have a bad boy vibe but he looks too good in that middle pic so I have to comply with this one instead. so cute, I’m kicking my feet fr. also omg full on fluffy soft fic from me??? I Will Die. 😭😭😭
ALSO THIS IS THE FANMADE VID. 
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You’re bored of Seoul. 
 Don’t get it wrong, you don’t hate the city at all. But Seoul always has something going on. The streets look amazing during the day and night and there’s modern technology everywhere. Everything seems so fancy and lavish. You’re proud of how far the world has come. 
 Even though it’s incredibly hard to earn a quiet time for yourself since it’s a really busy city and if you want complete silence, you have to block out their own voices. It’s hard to ignore the presence of others when there are loud noises and so many people at once. 
 However, for you, it’s also the city of love.
 You met Juyeon when you both first enrolled into the same college and happened to closely share a semester together due to the duo group work your professor was making you do (and the deadline was well over 2 weeks). Those 2 weeks were blissful, you used to think he was a bit cold and even more so, a bit too full of himself, since he is immediately dubbed as ‘the dancing prince’ and he hangs out with the popular crowd. But your first impressions didn’t matter because he was incredibly nice and polite, and was so helpful when helping you with the project too, be it ideas or just offering to take places in completing the work. And you both ended up getting an A due to the outstanding efforts you put into your work, which you have to thank your amazing partner for. 
 And after the project ended, he still keeps in contact with you, insisting that you’re quite an interesting individual to know and hope to develop a further friendship. A total lie from him because he later admitted that when you both got into a relationship with the saying that by then, he already liked you and he just wanted to see if he has a chance with you. 
 Now back to the present. 
 It’s Saturday and you both are on a semester break. You live with your roommate/coworker and she’s off to work already, leaving you alone in this apartment as it’s your day off today. You were cleaning up your room and wiping off the dust off the furniture when suddenly you received a phone call. You look at your caller ID and you can’t help but smile when you see who it is. 
 So you pick up, pausing your cleaning process so you can talk to him just a little bit. 
“Hi, my pretty baby.” 
 That name never fails to flatter you and make your heart jump out of your chest. 
“Hey there, pretty boy.” 
 You think you do a pretty job concealing your flustered face and tone (rightfully, sue him for reducing you into a mushy lover). Otherwise, you would’ve been so embarrassed if he knew he had done irreversible damage to you. 
“You don’t have any plans for anything today, right?” 
“Why? You wanna take me to one of Eric’s father’s fancy restaurants?” 
“Great idea, actually.” He laughs, humoring you along. It’s no secret that Juyeon loves spoiling you. He had a hard exterior, according to all of your friends and you yourself. But when you guys began dating, they were subjected to the PDA between you two and their opinions on him quickly changed because just who is this guy? And plus, he also likes to take you on a new adventure. 
 Somehow, it makes you feel like a naïve teenage girl who’s dating a bad boy and you always wanted to ask him if he is truly one (even if you know he works part-time as a barista for his parents’ café shop). It’s hard to believe that someone as perfect as him can possibly exist. It’s unbelievable. 
“I was wondering if you’d like to join me for today's exploring.” He shyly explains and you can feel his shy smile tugs through his tone. What have you done in your past life to get a guy like him wrapped around your finger? Whatever you were doing, you’ve done it right. 
“If it’s Seoul, I’ve practically walked through every shady alleyway. It’s no fun.” You whine, your wet cloth cleaning off the dust is long forgotten amidst the phone call between you and your lover. 
“It’s not Seoul. I wanna take you somewhere else.” He keeps it vague and you suspect that he has a surprise for you. 
“Okay, let me clean myself up a bit.” You exclaim, putting down the wet cloth and hanging it up to dry from your bedroom (in your defense, it’s not dirty at all. You have a habit of wiping off your dust often and you definitely don’t have enough time in your hand to clean it right now). 
“Can you pick me up in an hour and a half?” You ask him, strutting around in your room to go to your bathroom to freshen yourself up. 
“You can still show up in sweats and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He says, means every single word of it because he thinks you’re pretty. So goddamn pretty he loses his mind over you and he doesn’t believe that he’s the one who gets to have you all the time. 
“Lee Juyeon, shut up. I think I stink. Do you honestly like it when I’m sweating like a dog?” You make a gagging face while you’re putting on your cleansing foam. 
“The sweats can’t wipe away your beauty.” His reply makes you want to bang your head into the wall so bad. 
 God, he’s such a romantic. 
“I’m showering. You can save that sappiness when you pick me up later.” You furiously blush, trying to get him to end the call so you can get ready to go wherever he leads you to. 
“I’ll see you later then, baby.” 
 And the line is disconnected. 
 You sulk a bit before putting your device back as you snap back to reality. But you’re also beyond excited where he will take you to today. 
 So you divert your attention back onto getting ready and hoping that the new things you’ve been wanting to try out will work. 
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“You look absolutely breathtaking.” Is the first thing Juyeon says after he comes to pick you up. 
 You decide to wear a black big cozy jacket, combined with black jeans and white shirt, which goes with his similar casual wear that he chooses. 
 There’s a spark in his eyes as he scams your whole body. A boyish smile yet so much of a shyness ticks behind that expression. He hands you a helmet, to which you still remember that the particular item is a gift from his dad who bought motorcycle tools equipment as a present for his 19th birthday and that includes the helmet you’re holding in your hand. You check to see if it has been unlocked yet. Once you see that it does, you quickly put it on your head, adjusting it properly before locking it and you gently hop onto the vehicle, excited for the ride.
“Are you ready?” He asks, wanting to make sure that you’re seating yourself comfortably before the motorcycle takes off.
“I’m all done.”
 And you hear the engine takes off, as the vehicle takes both of you far away from your place.
 The air feels fresher than usual, the atmosphere and the feelings remind you of the old Hong Kong movies you used to watch with your friends as a teenager. You always dream of doing something wild and adventurous to feel the essence of the ‘neon & loneliness’— something that has been used to precisely describe those types of movies. And now it’s like you’re living your dreams out. 
 If it’s a dream then you don’t want to wake up from it. 
 His soft woody cologne that radiates from his body all makes you feel like everything is in a daze and you’re the main protagonist of those films that you always loved. How did you get so lucky? 
 The motor is being driven further away from the city and you’ve crossed numerous luxurious stores and fancy places as you hold on tight to your lover. You’ve seen different kinds of people today; the sad, the happy, the singles, the couples, the divorced, the kids, teenagers, adults and you think you might’ve driven past celebrities by accident too. 
 Your eyes are trained to watch the road and take your worries off the daily life you’re experiencing today. You think though, instead, it’s making you realize something very precious about life. 
 People can be in a state of anything, regardless of their age. And they’re diverse, they have something to tell. Behind every person, there’s a story that is waiting for a person to uncover those. Uncover the deepest, best and worst parts of themselves. 
 You think you’re lucky that your boyfriend is the most gentle and caring person who always brings out the best part of yourself. Never once had you ever felt as if you were held back or restricted from good opportunities. He always encourages you to chase after your dream, while he steadily works towards his goal. 
 The short breeze through the city now has long escaped. You both are going somewhere unfamiliar, although you’re not sure how exactly familiar he is with where he plans to take you. However, you know better than to doubt him when he is quite literally the very same person with a really great taste in everything.
 Your thoughts do eventually come to a stop as he drives to a gas station and by that time, it’s around 3 and a half in the afternoon. The vehicle’s engine is no longer running after he shuts the power off and you know it’s time you get off the bike.
“I’d like to fill in the tank please.” Is what he says. His honey voice, ever so softly, makes you wonder how people aren’t falling for him already. The staff comes to him immediately and helps fill in the gas as per request. 
“Do you want to buy something?” He turns to ask you. “Or do you need to use the bathroom?”
“Not really.” You respond as you shake your head.
 You both stand while waiting for them to pump the gas and calculate the bill. And when you both are done, he gears up the vehicle to signal that the adventure is nowhere done. You hop on it, excited to see what will be waiting for you.
 You both leave the place, 
 Your boyfriend’s scent soon lures you to sleep, with you being barely able to open your eyes. It hasn’t been that long that you fall asleep together with him, but you both are somehow always away with the college assignments and personal workloads that are being dumped on you. Having him really close for the first time in 3 weeks does nothing but really makes you want to rest up.
 And you think to yourself, hmm, screw that. He’ll wake me up when we arrive at the place.
 Then you lay your head and close eyes as you feel yourself drifting further away to the dreamland that has been long awaited for you.
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 You woke up once you felt like you were being carried.
 You didn’t register it until you felt the abnormality of the said body pillow that you’ve been resting on start moving up and going even gradually higher. It’s only then that you open your eyes, consciousness not fully hitting you yet as your exhaustion keeps luring you to the dreamland. However, since you don’t have such a habit of sleeping when you are being moved around, you try your very best to open your eyes and pray that the sunlight will hit your eyes, although it’s unlikely as the sky beams with the color of soft orange and yellow, like a beautiful fire in flames.
“Ju-”
“Shh, baby. Just sleep.” He shushes you, continuing to give you a piggyback ride. You immediately protest and almost go feral and also, almost cause a disturbance to him too.
“I’m wide awake, you can put me down and I can walk.” 
“Nice try, but no.” He chuckles and you can already imagine the most annoying yet such a beautifully crafted boyish grin plastered all over his face. He’s lovely– that’s just who he is.
“But where are you taking me?” You ask, eyes now can’t close on their own as your sleepiness already wears off from talking earlier.
“You’ll see.”
 And several minutes later, you both reach a part of a town that you’re sure has never been here before. He seems to be lost, with the way he hesitates to take a step further as he walks. 
“But Ju…” You whine. “Can’t you tell where you’re going?” You plead for him to give an answer, you so badly wanted to know what place he will show you this time. 
“Nuh uh.” He shakes his head a bit, still insisting on being mysterious and vague with the direction you’re heading. 
“But will you put me down? It’s uncomfortable being carried when I’m like, awake.” You complain and he finally gives in, sighing as he puts you down and you almost stumble forward and fall as the gravity feels new to you and if your boyfriend wasn’t there to catch you at all, you’d certainly slip by now. 
“Thank you.” You mumble out. 
“You good to go?” He asks, offering you his hand to hold as you busk in a new, unfamiliar place together. His eyes sparkle up, light of hope and love, so much adoration stores up in a gaze of his that belongs to a person that you’re proud to call him yours. 
 You’re losing track of yourself with the way you keep looking at him without a word, like a dumbfounded teenager that has no idea what they should do when they harbor romantic feelings towards their crush. But he lets you, until you gulp down to wet your throat and proceed with the next thing you’re going to say. 
“Yes.” You have a dopey smile on your face. “I can’t wait.”
 And you both take one step, two steps and more steps forward. Until you get inside the mysterious building. 
 Your boyfriend is not a man of many words, but his actions are always sincere. When he speaks, he always expresses his love for you. 
 You can even say that in almost two years of your relationship, you never have to doubt his feelings for you. That’s just how transparent he is. You don’t think you can find a greater love than him.
 With more steps further, you make it past the door and you see many abstract arts and paintings being hung, scattered all across the wall. Each frame and piece, colorfully coming together to make a piece of stories that is waiting to be told. The lines that piece it together, asymmetrically perfect in a way that it never seems to be out of place, although if you separate it, it wouldn’t make much sense to the naked eyes that only saw the remaining pieces and never get the chance to witness the beauty of the completion and harmony that lies in the form of crafts that you see with your own eyes. 
 Similarly, that’s how you feel about your boyfriend. 
 Not many people know him and you always had the impression that he was rather cold and closed off. That’s how he appears to the outsiders. The description of him from fellow classmates and his friends are drastically different because they never get to fully see what he is like as a person. 
 A person who is full of love to give to others, the one who dotes on others and is full of adventures. 
 Life with him is never boring, he brings a new kind of joy in your life. The kind of excitement that is dangerous, but you’ll let him lead you to go anywhere, even if it’s a thousand miles away. You trust him to keep you safe because never once had you been harmed or run into dangers.
 He instructs you to stand in front of him, you do so without a question. He pulls out a silky fabric and you already know what he wants to do– blindfolds you for the surprise. You let him as he carefully wraps the material around your eyes in a gentle manner to ensure that it doesn’t hurt you.
“Hold my hand and follow me.” He speaks to you softly and you nod your head. “I want to show you something.”
In a sight of darkness that is hard to break from, you let him guide you. He’s your light amongst all of this and you know he’ll never let you slip or stray away. With careful steps forwarding on the stairs and going up, further and further and then the floor feels smoother without the anxiety of reckoning,  it only takes a bit to finally realize you’re past the staircase.
 You feel like time freezes and you’re not sure how much time has passed by, although you think it’s not that much. It’s by far, the most anticipated thing for you. 
 Then you hold his hand tighter as he takes you in this unfamiliar place.
 You’re not the only one with so much adoration for your significant other. Your boyfriend is no different from you. 
 For Juyeon, being with you makes him feel like he’s in heaven. There’s no greater feeling than your presence around. 
 You heal a broken part of him that he didn’t know existed until you become the most cherished and frequent presence in his life, which is no doubt, loneliness.
 You’re calming, intelligent and intriguing. You’re an open book, but also, a mystery that he wants to keep uncover. He can lose himself in just studying about you and he wouldn’t care. You’re that someone to him who he trusts, with all of his life.
 When he inherited a motorcycle as a present from his parents in 11th grade, he usually rode it everywhere alone, even when he had friends. He discovered many fascinating locations, hearing every kind of life story from strangers whom he met on the road when he did his little exploring and witnessed people going through many stages of life. He used to watch people flirting and he wished that he had someone else to share his perspective and sightseeing with.
 You came along unexpectedly and stole his heart away. He can barely imagine a life without you now. The things you do to his heart is unhealthy. You’re the sole reason that his burning passion for life doesn’t become something he deeply despises. 
 The once cold seat of the motorcycle is now replaced by the warmth of you. And he wouldn’t want to have it in any other way. 
 He has seen many beautiful things that calm and heal his soul, but none of it were you.
 He thought beauty lies in the empty roads of complete darkness, or constellations and stars in the sky. But it’s clearly you, who is a Venus personified. 
 He’s in love and he’s not hiding it. 
 Which is why he wants to show you this view.
 By stopping in his track as he has reach the final destination, he reaches to slowly the blindfold off your eyes, all while tells you to still your eyes closed and only open under his command. 
 Both of you walk further and further away, with the help of Juyeon who guides you in the desired direction. Cold breeze hits you and you realize now that you’re most likely on the balcony and not in the secured walls of this building. 
“Open your eyes, baby.” 
 You let the light penetrate your vision as the skin that covers your seeing splits apart. 
 The view is breathtaking. 
 The sky turns into a light beat of deep orange, pale blue, deep pink and purple. You see the simplicity, the complexity and something so lively. 
 You see how the sky slowly turns itself into a pitch black, as the colors start to beautifully blend themselves, creating an unforgettable view that spreads through all across the universe from your own eyes. The wind blows slowly, as if to celebrate the magic of your shared happiness with him, which makes the moment even more unreal. 
 The lights that hang from there only intensifies its beauty. 
 You see polaroids of you both together being decorated, some you weren’t aware that the pictures were being taken. There are books and a table for dining that are put together like high end restaurants and you have no doubt that it wasn’t just a one day of work at all. 
“Happy 500 days anniversary.” He tells you, hand gently caressing you. “This house originally belonged to my grandpa. He has since passed it down to me.” He states so ever so softly and you’re shell shocked. 
“He told me that if I find someone special, I should bring them here. Because this house witnesses how my grandma and grandpa love each other and everyday is always special to them. For a long time, I didn’t understand what he meant because the idea of a lover that exists in a lonely person’s story doesn’t make sense. But I met you, my special person. I want this house to witness our love, too.” 
 You have tears brimming in your eyes as you listen to him speak further, all while his gaze lovingly settles on you and his thumbs wipe your tears. 
“I didn’t know what love was until I met you. When you’re away, I miss you. When you’re sleeping, I wish you’re awake so I can tell you some jokes that make you laugh.” 
“Me too.” You lose yourself into the warm brown eyes of his. “When I think about you, all my sadness disappears. It’s cliché, I know. But.. I think I’m so lucky to have you.” You choke on your own silent sob as he presses light kisses onto your lips.
“I’m so lucky to have you too.” He says truthfully. “I never believe in destiny, but I think we’re destined to love each other.” 
 And under the now moonlight that slowly shines onto you both, he cups your face and kisses you with all his might, as fireworks go off in the sky, as if to be a witness of this beautiful love story. 
 You don’t care for any of that as he whispers ‘I love you’ and you whisper one back too.
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SUMMARY: you were summoned to stop the crime spree of the renowned group The Boyz by hacking into one of the systems to retrieve information about a specified location before it's too late. what you did not expect was that their leader has been spying on every move you make from the shadows and eventually confronting you about it, which then turns into your biggest nightmare.
PAIRING: criminal Sangyeon x hacker f!reader
GENRE: smut (18+ MDNI!!)
WARNINGS: kissing, petnames (sweetheart, baby, princess), mentions about violence/illegal business (stealing), size kink, voyeurism, dirty talk, public sex, rough sex, fingering, handjob, p in v sex, unprotected sex, they went for rounds, mean dom! Sangyeon
WORD COUNT: 3,235
A/N: let me explain. it was the ✨stare✨ from the concept pic itself that gave me ideas for this fic 😭 huge thanks to my bubba @juyeonszn for beta reading this & convincing me to change my theme ily forever 🥺💜 also shoutout to @daisyvisions @snowflakewhispers for fueling me with ideas / validating my horniness oops— (but ily both so much 😘)
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“Agent Y/N, are you in position?” 
“Yes, sir. I am waiting for the right moment to jump into the enemy’s territory.” 
With one click on the earpiece, you immediately turned off the buzzing sound from the headquarters as you needed to focus and ensure that you were all alone and secure as you entered the place of interest.
As you flung your backpack onto your back, you quietly peeked through the few trucks parked in the parking lot right outside the abandoned building. Given that your job was to hack into the system and you needed good internet service, conducting it outdoors would be much more ideal than inside the building itself. 
You and your team received a transmission hours ago about how this group of individuals has been conducting illegal business, such as stealing information from multiple laboratories—specifically ones located on the outskirts of Seoul to avoid detection and arrest. According to your team’s analysts, they have also discovered how they had been stealing chemical solutions that were pretty much hazardous to the public, and god knows whatever they will be using them for.
In other words, they are a pretty suspicious gang, and someone has to look into their spree of crimes before things get out of control. Being one of the best hackers on the team, you were sent to the actual location to hack into their system as best as you could. 
So here you were, in the depths of the night, staking out the parking lot alone, hoping that all goes well and that you can quickly do the job and get out of there as soon as possible. Frankly, it all felt super eerie, especially when it was this late at night, and there weren’t many street lamps to provide enough light to make you feel safe by yourself. 
After looking thoroughly and confirming with your eyes that you were alone, you slowly moved towards the multiple trucks parked in the middle of the parking lot. You managed to squeeze yourself through them and get to a well-lit area; that was when you finally took your laptop out of your backpack and started hacking away. 
To the best of your abilities, you were able to sneak into the laboratory’s system fairly quickly, and you ran over their live security camera footage to check if the criminals were within the building. Immediately, the security camera footage popped up on the screen, and you could quickly identify several men scattered throughout the different labs within the facility. 
“They were probably looking for the right chemical, " you thought, as they were all split up and divided into three groups in each laboratory. While they were trying to find the liquid, you had to quickly hack into the database to retrieve all of the information regarding the facility and the chemicals produced over the years and quickly send them back to your headquarters for analysis. 
After about 10 minutes of transferring all of the files, it was time for you to get out of there and return to let the other agents that were on their way to take over and confront the criminals themselves. You weren’t a field agent, so you couldn’t do much physical combat against the criminals themselves. As much as you wanted to, you weren’t ready for your title as an agent to be stripped off you anytime soon; hence respecting the laws and just doing as you were told would be the wisest decision for now.  
You quickly phoned the headquarters, letting them know you had retrieved all the necessary documents and would finally return to report. As you were permitted to do so, you got up and were going to keep all of your belongings back in your backpack until one of the security cameras began flashing. 
You quickly got back down again, trying to see what was happening. That was when you remembered a crucial detail. 
According to the information you guys have had so far, you knew that the group of criminals consisted of 11 members, so you decided to do a headcount one by one on the screen, starting from 1 to 11.
“8…9…and 10.”
10? 
Someone was missing, but who?
Just then, a deep husky voice broke you off from your attention on the screen, and you looked around to see where it was coming from. Finally, you landed your eyes towards one of the vehicles right across you, and there he was—one of the criminals sitting right on top of the truck with both his legs spread wide apart, looking down towards you. 
“Aren’t you pretty good at your job, sweetheart?” 
Oh no. You were busted. 
“U-umm…sorry…it’s just that…I was supposed to write a report regarding this facility, so I am here to look around.”
“At this hour? Close to midnight? I highly doubt that, princess.” 
Immediately, he hopped down from the vehicle in one swift movement and began approaching you slowly. You instinctively shut your laptop, hugged it close to your chest, and backed away. 
“I-I’m sorry! It seems I came at the wrong time! I will take my leave now, then. I’m sorry to have disrupted you!” You bowed down profusely before turning your heel and tried to run as quickly as you could until he grabbed your wrist and pulled it upwards, turning back in his direction. 
There was this smug yet dangerous look on his face, contradicting the pure and innocent look he had on before. That sent a chill up your spine, and you quickly gulped before he slowly pushed you till your back finally hit against one of the trucks. You closed your eyes upon the impact and elicited a quiet yelp with his movement. 
Suddenly, you felt his fingers lift your chin, and he commanded you to open your eyes to look straight at him. 
“Now sweetheart, we weren’t done having our little fun conversation yet, were we? It breaks my heart that you decided to take off running before we even started.” 
You were panicking as his grip slightly tightened around your wrist, pushing it back against the truck, signalling that you would be dead meat if you tried something funny again next time. You were stuck, and there was no way you could ring the headquarters as that would blow up your cover and the location of the base of operations. 
The only thing you could do was to pray that the field agents would make their way over to you soon until you heard a mild static and a voice calling through the earpiece.
“T-there isn’t much ser-service here, b-but we will be sli-slightly late d-due to the he-heavy traffic. H-hang in t-there, a-agent Y/N! W-we’ll surely be c-coming—” 
And then it all went silent. 
Your only hope was lost, as the enemy threatened and pinned you with little to no help coming your way anytime soon. You could use your physical combat skills to fight against the man before you, but something in your gut told you that it would be a horrible idea to try anything funny with him right now. 
With that, you could only take a deep breath and try to talk things out with him for a bit, stalling some time before help eventually arrived. 
“W-what…what do you want from me?” You questioned, or more like stammered. It was clear that you were trembling in your voice. 
The man chuckles slightly as he smiles back at you. “See, sweetheart. I’m afraid I can’t let you off that easily, knowing that you were spying on us and retrieving crucial evidence and information that would hinder our mission.”
This time, his fingers on your chin slowly travelled down to your neck and chest. It was the way he took his time gently sliding his finger down and touching your bare skin that made you let out a gasp. 
“I’d like to play a little game with you, princess.”
“W-what do you…” You were beginning to lose your mind as he brushed his fingers across your lips, smudging the lipstick that you’d put on prior. 
“I’d like to see how much you can handle, and trust me, we will have so much fun. I’ll make sure that you won’t be heading back to your headquarters anytime soon.”
Within seconds after that last sentence, he crashed his lips with yours and began savouring them as a tingling sensation ran through your body. He quickly deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with urgency. 
It was wrong. This was all so wrong.
You knew how bad this situation was because he was your enemy. But then, something about his lips made you crave more. His kisses tasted like honey, and the way he moved his lips against yours drove you insane. 
Without you knowing, your grip against the laptop slowly loosened, and eventually, he took it away from you and gently placed it on the ground, his hands quickly moving back up to your cargo pants, rubbing the spot in between your thighs, earning a gasp from you. 
He smiled as you gave him the reaction that he wanted, and he began to untie your pants before pulling them down, his fingers now brushing over your sensitive spot through the lace underwear that you were wearing. Slowly, he began to feel that you were starting to get wet, and that was his cue to hook his finger under the seam of your underwear before pulling them down, revealing your now wet clit all exposed. 
You hissed as the cold air from the atmosphere came in contact with your clit, and it took the enemy a moment to reconnect his fingers to your wet sensitive spot, rubbing it again before slowly inserting two fingers into you. 
“Aah…aaah…”
“I’ll be a dear and tell you my name, princess. Call me Sangyeon, moan for me,” he leaned towards you and whispered. 
“S-sangyeon….”
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me. I shall grant you your next reward now, hmm?” 
As he removed his fingers from your clit, he quickly moved them to his pants, unzipped and shoved them down rather hastily. It was the way you immediately noticed the erection through his boxers, and your eyes widened from just that alone. Sangyeon smirked at your reaction and reconnected his lips to yours to give you a few pecks. 
“Look at you already can’t stop staring at my big cock. Oh, baby. I’ll make sure that you won’t regret playing with it.” 
Immediately, he grabbed your free hand and guided you to touch his erection. You gasped from that alone while Sangyeon let out a soft groan. You couldn’t help but naturally start rubbing his tip, which made Sangyeon moan for you. 
“Touch me, baby.” He commanded. 
Guiding your hands again, he allowed you to pull his boxers down, and your mouth watered at the sight of his massive bulge. You wrapped your hands around his cock before you began gliding your hands up and down his member. In return, he inserted his fingers back into your clit once again, and the both of you were now a moaning mess.
“S-sangyeon…kiss me…please…” you whined, wanting to taste his sweet honey-like lips once again. 
“Oh, honey. You love the way my tongue twirls around yours?”
“Y-yes…very much…aaahh—” 
Just like that, he was now back to kissing you breathless. As his tongue slid into your mouth, he began sucking your tongue, and you shut your eyes tightly from the sensation. It made you forget entirely about how you were supposed to escape this guy as soon as possible, trying to find a potential hideout place to wait for your fellow agents. 
It seemed as if Sangyeon had wrapped you around his fingertips, just as he had planned to, and he would make sure that you wouldn’t be leaving this place anytime soon. He would proceed to the next step of his plan anytime now. 
He gently removed your hands away from his bulge as he took it himself to align the tip towards your entrance, and you knew that you were in big trouble. Now, you tried to move forward when his hand, still grabbing your wrist, tightened again and pushed it back towards the truck again. 
“Oh no, princess. We’re just getting started. Stay here with me, and I’ll give you the best fucking sex you’ll ever have.” 
As soon as those words slipped out of his mouth, he immediately slid himself into you, and you all but screamed, a teardrop falling from the corners of your eyes. Sangyeon didn’t even give you enough time to adjust to his huge size fully and eventually began slamming into you hard. 
“Fuck—fuck.” It was all that you could’ve said because you had already lost your mind ever since he kissed you for the first time. Now that he was within you? Oh, you were far, long gone from reality. 
Given the way he was fucking you so hard, even the truck that you were leaning against began rocking back and forth following your pace. 
Your eyes watered as he hit every single spot within you, causing you to cry out loud. If you were to be honest, it actually did hurt, especially which such a large and hard dick like his. But the pleasure far exceeded the pain, and you cried out for more. 
“Sangyeon…sangyeon…”
“Tell me what exactly you want, baby.”
“Keep it going…please…”
“Just like that? Are you sure that is enough?”
“I…want you to fuck me faster and harder—”
“Anything else?” He was now picking up the pace, and it was visible that his chest was rising up and down much quicker than before as he tried his best to catch his breath. 
“I…want you to fuck me till my legs feel numb, give me more and more…aaah—”
“That is what exactly I like to hear, sweetheart.” 
As he slammed into you hard, you felt a tight knot form around your stomach, signalling that you were about to reach your high and cum. Sangyeon noticed your demeanour as you buckled your hips and spread your legs wider for him to gain more access to you. 
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You screamed.
“Do it, baby. Cum all over my cock, I want you to be dripping wet just for me.” He growled. 
With a few more pushes, you eventually released and spilled all of your juices all around his cock, so much so that it was oozing out of you, and it all splattered on the ground. 
You breathe in heavily before Sangyeon gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, reassuring you that you have done so well for him.
“That’s it, princess. What a good girl you’ve been. But unfortunately, there is more to come baby.” 
He grabbed both of your shoulders before turning you around rather aggressively, so now you were facing the truck instead. If you were to be honest, that rough act of his turned you on more than it was painful. It was a few seconds before you felt his grip return to you on both sides of your hips, as you felt his cock rubbing up and down once again on your dripping wet clit.
Sangyeon leaned forward to whisper in your ear, sending you a chill down your spine. “Give me some more, baby. You know you can do it.”
As he pushed his cock back into you, an immense moan spilt out from your mouth as he began pounding into you again. You had already had sex and felt his member all around you just a minute prior, yet you were still struggling to adjust to his bulge. 
“God, sweetheart. I’ve already fucked you hard, and yet you’re still so tight. I guess I wasn’t rough enough.” 
As he pounds into you, your hands that were pressed against the truck begin pushing the vehicle once again. If only there were someone around, you swear to god that the car's movement would be more than enough to prove that something wasn’t right and that there were people everywhere in the empty parking lot. 
But your comrades are still nowhere to be seen, and you were still bounded by the criminal himself, fucking you till you were sore to the point that you would not be able to walk on your own after this. 
“S-sangyeon…I-I wanna cum again for you so badly…” You whimpered. 
This time, he moved one of his hands up to grab a chunk of your hair and pulled it back; that firm sudden grip caused you to scream once again for him.
“Do it then. Cum with me this time.” He commanded, pulling your hair and pounding into you even harder. 
“Fuck—fuck—fuck—Sangyeon!! I’m cumming!!” 
With one final hard thrust, both of you released your liquids before slowing down the momentum and catching your breaths together. He removed his grip from your hair before he grabbed your chin and turned your head back for him to kiss you again. You snaked your hands up to his neck to return the favour. 
Just then, you heard sirens coming from afar, and you heard static in your earpiece again. 
“Agent Y/N, please respond! We’re finally here to infiltrate the facility; please head out, return to the back of our vehicle, and stay put!” 
It was your cue to leave now, and there was no more extended point in you staying here. 
You gulped before you pulled away from Sangyeon, mustering up the courage to reject him for good this time. 
“S-sangyeon…I have to go…I can’t stay here any more.” You stammered, hoping that he would finally let you leave this time, especially since he had already gotten what he wanted. 
But you should’ve known better because his familiar dark and dangerous look was plastered on his face again, and he pushed you back against the truck. 
“You know, now that your comrades are here, I’m afraid there’s more reason for me not to let you leave now, hmm? I’ve been stalling time for my boys to get what they want in the facility before your agents arrive to ruin our plan. While they were doing that, I was out here guarding the area, making sure nobody was to sabotage our plan.” 
So that was why he played this little dirty game with you.
“Knowing my boys, I’m pretty sure that they have gotten everything we need, and all they have to do is defeat your fellow agents, and then we will leave. And while they are doing that, you will keep me company until they’re done.” He threatened. 
This time, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you towards the front of the car, directly where you could see clearly how your fellow agents were confronting the criminals. Within seconds, a fight has broken out between them across the facility, and you have no choice but to stay here helplessly and be unable to provide them with any aid. 
Before you could say anything, Sangyeon yanked you down towards the hood of the car so that you were lying on top of it, and he prepared to go for a third round with you.
“I want you to watch closely with how you and your fellow agents are going to fail this mission terribly while I fuck you real good till you’re begging for more.”
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cheonsafics · 10 months
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I like you too
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pairing. best friend!sunwoo x f!reader
genre. smut, slight angst + jealousy, a bit fluff
summary. it’s been a while since sunwoo developed a little crush on his best friend – you. but how is he supposed to make a move when you’re too busy going out almost every weekend and sleep with guys that aren’t him?
warnings. mild swearing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, mentions of alcohol/drinking, praise, friends to lovers
authors note. my first ever fanfic! thanks to @haechnlovely for requesting, i hope you like it! have fun reading and let me know what you think. :)
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you’ve known sunwoo ever since the two of you met in elementary school. the curly haired boy was fun to be around, always a joke on his lips. it was just so easy to hang out with him. you never had to dress up nicely or put on makeup, even if he genuinely enjoyed to watch you get ready for a night out. but there was just something about your beautiful bare face and hair losely tied up in a messy bun that made him weak in the knees. the different guys you hooked up with were lucky bastards and every time you brought one of them home, sunwoo felt this heart-clenching sorrow deep inside of him. was it.. jealousy?
the two of you lived together for about a year now and during that time, sunwoo never introduced you to a girl, let alone brought one to your shared apartment. it was strange, really. the boy was blessed with handsome features – big, round eyes, pouty (and very kissable) lips, dark locks resting on his forehead. maybe he just didn’t want to date? or hook up? almost impossible, at least that’s what you thought. the girls were after him for sure, yet sunwoo decided to not fuck them in one of those shady clubs you knew too well.
your delicate fingers rummaged around in the little drawer of your desk, looking for a specific type of eyeshadow. the one sunwoo bought as a gift for your birthday last year. you truly had no idea how he managed to pick your favorite color and brand at the same time. “i picked this one because it emphasizes your stunning hazel eyes.” sunwoo’s words still rang in your ears like a catchy tune. he was a good guy and maybe an even better.. boyfriend? the thought made you release a frustrated sigh, if only things were different. you finally found what you’ve been looking for, gently applying the glittery eyeshadow with your index finger.
too caught up in your own actions, you didn’t notice a familiar figure leaning in the doorway, watching in curiosity. “wow, look at you.” sunwoo’s deep voice echoed through the room, a satisfied grin plastered to his disgustingly handsome face. that fucker. “sunwoo...” you let out in a whine “i told you to knock before speaking up. you always watch me in silence, creep.” you said with a hint of humor, shooting the boy a teasing smirk. sunwoo rolled his eyes in a playful manner, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.
“hey, do you want me to come with you? you know, for the extra fun?” he crossed his arms in front of his chest, dark orbs glued to your petite frame on the floor. you looked absolutely magnificent in that dress and the male couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like from behind, bunched up at your waist, as he pounded into you.
“huh? are you for real? i mean, sure. but please wear something..” your eyes darted down to the grey sweatpants hanging losely on his hips “..appropriate. or they won’t let us in.” you quickly adverted your gaze, otherwise this would’ve been very embarrassing for you and the ultimate ego boost for sunwoo.
“okay, boss. as you wish.” famous last words before he magically vanished, picking an outfit. as much as you loved your best friend, there was this.. tension. you blamed it on your sex deprived ass because during the entire friendship, sexual fantasies of sunwoo never crossed your mind. okay, maybe once. or twice.
it took another five minutes to complete your makeup, standing proudly in front of the mirror, eyes taking in your fully dressed up appearance. it was simple yet chic, sunwoo’s favorite combination.
speaking of the devil, he found his way back to your room and the sight let your jaw fell slack. dark hair pushed back neatly to expose his forehead, black dress pants clinging to his long legs and a white button up shirt doing nothing to hide the slender waist he usually kept well hidden underneath all the oversized clothing.
you were genuinely flabbergasted by the visuals of the man in front of you, perfectly plucked eyebrows raised as you continued to stare nonchalantly. “cat got your tongue?” sunwoo broke the silence, a confident smirk tugging at the corners of his plush lips. asshole.
“i can’t let you walk around like this. unless you finally take a girl home.” you gestured towards his outfit, still taken aback by the boys pretty frame. life was unfair.
“come on, y/n. you know damn well i don’t collect women like pokémon. i think you try to pass your sexual frustration onto me, huh?” his words made you choke on air, a light shade of pink decorating your cheeks. you wanted sunwoo to live life to the fullest and enjoy himself. and in your philosophy of life, it included having sex.
“don’t make me sound like some sort of sex addict just because you don’t get laid, sunwoo. it’s not my fault you’ve been living like a nun for the past year of us living together. you’re annoying.” you blurted out, overwhelmed by the intense emotions you suddenly felt. the two of you rarely had fights, only a few disagreements here and there.
sunwoo didn’t quite believe his ears at your choice of words. he was annoying? “okay, wow. ever thought i simply don’t want to sleep with some stranger i just met at some shady club? not everyone is like you, ready to jump into bed with someone they’ve known for twenty minutes. there are people who actually want to remember the previous night and not wake up, wondering who the fuck lays next to them.”
you felt a little sting in your heart at his harsh tone, anger replaced by sadness. “wow, that’s how you really think of me? fuck off, sunwoo. you just completely ruined the night for me. leave.” you muttered quietly, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks.
“of course you just tell me to fuck off. that’s how you deal with problems, right? avoid them until they hopefully go away. you have no idea how jealous i get whenever i hear your moans at night, screaming someone elses name. you’re too busy fucking around you don’t even notice the way i remember every little detail – how you like your coffee in the morning, your favorite color, the flowers you like the most.” his voice got painfully quiet, eyes practically boring holes into the back of your head. the boy stood in the middle of your room, jaw clenched tightly. but before you were able to answer, he turned on his heels and left.
you stared in disbelief at the floor, unable to form a coherent thought. did your long term best friend just confess his love to you? what were you supposed to do?
as much as you wanted to get batshit drunk with your friends right now, you decided to stay at home and drown your sorrows in a bottle of champagne. all alone. in your room. your feet carried you to sunwoo’s door as the alcohol finally started to get into your system, knocking quietly. “s-sun? i’m so, so sorry about earlier.. please, c.. can we talk?” the words left your mouth like a waterfall, nails scratching slightly on the wooden surface as you waited for a response.
no noise was to be heard, not even the clicking of sunwoo’s mechanical keyboard. dead silence. your hand wandered to the door handle, slowly pushing it down to enter his room. it was pitch black, lights turned off, curtains closed. your eyes adjusted to the dark, slowly making out the brown haired boy on the edge of his bed, huge palms covering his face.
you carefully approached his large figure, dropping to your knees in front of his spread legs. “hey, i’m so sorry about what i’ve said earlier.. y-you can do whatever you want, sorry for making fun of you for not having sex, i wish i–” your apology was cut off by sunwoo’s hands reaching for your face, pulling you up to meet his puffy lips in a heated kiss. a surprised noise slipped out of your mouth, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.
the male pulled away for a split second, searching for any sort of discomfort on your face. “fuck, sorry, is this okay?” a questioning look lingered on his face, ready to stop at any given moment. your gazes locked, heat slowly rushing to your core. “more than okay, please don’t stop..” you let out in a faint whisper, grinding on his growing erection.
sunwoo hissed at the contact of your barely clothed cunt rubbing deliciously over the fabric of his pants, neatly cut nails digging into your sides to calm himself down. easy. it’s just.. he didn’t touch a female in over a year. and the fact that you sat in his lap made him insanely nervous.
the friction of his hard cock sent you straight to heaven, mindlessly rolling your hips into his as you slowly started to approach your high. it was almost embarrassing but you didn’t really care. sunwoo studied your facial expressions and he knew how close you were, judging by the way your eyes fluttered shut and breathing got uneven.
“fuck, are you about to come already, pretty girl?” his baritone voice went straight to your core, goose bumps forming on your bare arms. you desperately chased your high but a pair of huge hands suddenly stopped your movements. “i have to be inside of you, otherwise this will be embarrassing for me.”
he flashed a crooked smile, easily flipping you over so your body laid flat on his king sized bed. his slender fingers nervously worked on the zipper of his dress pants, pulling them down to his ankles hastily. the outline of his cock was undoubtedly impressive, perfect girth and length.
you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching with hooded eyes as he continued to remove the rest of his clothing, leaving him desperate and naked. his erection stood proudly against his abdomen, precum leaking from the sensitive tip. the sight made your mouth water, panties already drenched at this point.
sunwoo’s gaze fell in between your opened legs, groaning animalistically as he noticed the dark patch on the thin fabric. he wasted no time and crawled onto the mattress, placing himself between your legs before he laid down on his stomach. “so, so fucking pretty. all for me?” your best friend growled as he dragged his index finger along your swollen slit, pulling the annoying piece of clothing to the side.
you whimpered at his praise, inhaling sharply the second you felt him push your panties out of the way. “sunwoo, please..” was all you managed to get out, mind too clouded with lust and desire.
your reaction made him chuckle in amusement, craning his head to have better access to your glistening core. he experimentally sucked on your throbbing clit, earning him a high pitched moan. sunwoo continued the abuse on your folds, index and middle finger sliding into you with ease.
“so wet already, oh my.” he pointed out, more to himself, pistoning his long digits in and out of you. his harsh movements made you throw your head back against the pillows, involuntarily clenching your walls around his fingers as he reached the spongy spot deep inside of you. “come for me, pretty girl. let go.”
his encouraging words made you let out a muffled whine, your vision blurry as you finally entered the gates to heaven. you let go, releasing your sweet juices all over his fingers and mouth. your orgasm hit you like a truck and sunwoo fucked you right through it.
he hummed lowly as you finally came, making sure to clean you up properly before he got up to sit on his knees. his cock was painfully hard, a hand coming up to stroke himself teasingly slow. “sunwoo..” you whispered his name, your chest rising and falling rapidly. you looked like an absolute mess – makeup completely ruined, the dress only covering one last inch of your body.
“i want you so bad, y/n...” he breathed out, reaching over to fumble a condom out of his drawer, quickly sliding it on. he leaned back down, aligning himself with your entrance. “is this still okay?” he asked once again and you just nodded without hesitation, gaze dropping to where the two of you were about to connect.
sunwoo took a deep breath and pushed in, your snuck walls immediately tightening around his cock. you moaned softly as he finally entered you, stretching you oh so deliciously. he felt amazing. “keep going, please.” you begged quietly, wrapping your legs around his waist to push him closer.
the action made you groan in unison and sunwoo started to pick up the pace, fucking into you like there was no tomorrow. the silent room was filled with heavy pants and soft praises. one of his hands slid down to your clit, rubbing lazy circles while he continued to thrust, determined to make you release for a second time.
his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves made you see stars, nails desperately clawing at sunwoo’s bare back. he didn’t plan on slowing down but his thrusts started to get sloppy, indicating how close he was. “sunwoo, right there, oh my god.” you spat out, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. his cock twitched inside of you, movements suddenly coming to an halt.
“fuck, your pussy just feels too good. can i..?” he let out in barely a whisper, carefully picking up the pace again. “go ahead..” you pulled him in, crashing your bruised lips against his. the boys hips started to buck uncontrollably and with a quiet groan, he released his load into the condom. you happened to reach your second high at the same time, legs shaking involuntarily as you let out a series of broken moans. sunwoo panted heavily, pressing little kisses to your neck as he slipped out of you to toss the condom into the trash, quickly crawling back under the sheets.
“sunwoo, i–” you started, quickly silenced by his index finger pressing against your lips. “i have to apologize. no words come close to how i feel about you, yet i acted like an absolute asshole. i like you, y/n. a lot. so much i felt like exploding whenever you brought one of those.. douchebags home. i should have told you, i’m sorry..” sunwoo’s words made your heart swell, a soft smile playing on your features.
“you know.. i actually like you too.”
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byuntrash101 · 1 year
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the boyz masterlist
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disclaimer: everything is smut, mdni. everything is idol x fem!reader
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✲ multiple members
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winterchimez · 3 months
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Heart's Detour | Kim Sunwoo
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SUMMARY: there has been a rise in kidnapping cases in town, and your brother feared for your safety and decided to send someone who would keep you safe in the meantime. what you least expected was that the biker gang's leader was the one your brother had gotten for you, thinking that this could probably be the biggest mistake you'll ever make in your life.
PAIRING: biker!Sunwoo x afab!reader (feat. lieutenant!Jacob)
GENRE: biker au, angst, crime, fluff, thriller, slight suggestive
WARNINGS: nc-17, first and foremost Sunwoo is very flirty and delulu here 😃👍, slow-burn, pet names (sweetheart, princess, kitten), violence, action scenes (certain parts may contain slight bit of gory content), mentions of weaponary (guns), minor characters death, blood, betrayal, mentions of crime (kidnapping and human trafficking), slight mention about sex, traumatic backstories, mentions about mental well-being/health, Sunwoo is shirtless at one point 👀, kissing, making out, yn also flirts back but it's only to keep Sunwoo in place 🫡
WORD COUNT: 22,779 (what in the world.)
A/N: 1/3 of the fics for this christmas season is out!! @itsbeeble @kimsohn for the both of you 😚 maya consider this my early birthday gift to you ❤️ also a huge shoutout to @justalildumpling @from-izzy for beta reading this whole chunk of bad boy ily both sm i appreciate you always 💕💕💕
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“Oh my god, you look like my next big mistake.” 
That was the first thing that escaped right out of your mouth as the familiar figure pulled into the driveway. You already knew who it was—that black leather jacket, the black helmet that covered his breathtaking look (as much as you didn’t want to admit it), and the slightly worn-out boots he always wore. 
It was the moment he took his helmet off and shook his hair to clear his vision so that he would always look straight at you and smile before you decided to ruin the mood. 
“Now that’s just rude. I was nice enough to accept your brother’s request to come pick you up.” 
“What makes you think I’d go with you, Sunwoo? You’re one of our district's most dangerous human beings,” you deadpanned. 
“Look sweetheart, it’s either you hop on, or I’ll leave you behind. For your information, I would still drag your ass to ride my baby because I would not want to be fed to the hound dogs by your brother.” 
With his reply, you quickly glanced around the area you were in to find that it was dead silent and empty and that it was already going to be midnight as you glanced at your watch. Knowing that you didn’t have a choice, you reluctantly grabbed the helmet Sunwoo was extending to you and placed it over your head. 
He smirked at your reaction, knowing very well how he was the only option to get back home. Before he did the same, he hopped back into his vehicle. 
“Grab on.” That was the last thing he said before covering down his face shield as he started the engine. As you gently wrapped your arms around his wrist, he gave the throttle a few twists. Instantly, the bike propelled forward, and you were both on the road. 
It wasn’t unusual for your brother Jacob to cancel on you and be unable to pick you up from your job location on the city's outskirts. You knew deep down that he was always busy with his job back at the station. He was one of the lieutenants of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department, after all. When duty calls, he has to stay behind and arrange transport for you instead.
You have repeatedly reassured him that you could take the bus back home or figure out how to deal with matters like this on your own. However, your brother insisted that you were not to take the public transport back as there has been a sudden rise in crimes in the city. 
Additionally, the town you resided in was infamous for the biker gangs, the one that the man in front of you was part of. Nobody dared to come close to them, fearing for their lives as they were capable of doing the worst possible things you could’ve imagined. But it was part of their persona that they always kept up with, as it helped them stay safe from potential dangers or threats against them. 
Hence, you have never understood why your brother, who is part of the police force, would associate with a man like Kim Sunwoo. As far as you and the public knew, he was the leader of the biker gang in Seoul. As soon as his name was mentioned, the public would keep a distance and fear the man himself. But because of how often you have interacted with the man, you find him to be the complete opposite of the image he painted towards the public. 
In reality, he was a goofy guy and not as terrifying nor harmful as the public had determined him to be. He was careless at times, getting all ahead of himself, which completely paints the picture of him being delusional. At times, you would tease him about something, and that was when you realised he gets scared easily. Talk to him about a ghost story, and you can guarantee that he was going to piss his pants even before you even reached the climax of your story. 
In other words, he always looked out for you in your brother’s absence, and he would lurk behind the shadows somewhere, ensuring you would be all alright. You were pretty sure that he probably signed some sort of deal or contract with your brother to do so because who were they to spend most of their life looking out for a young adult like you? 
You were definitely grateful for that, as much as you would never admit it straight up to Sunwoo’s face; you just couldn’t understand why a biker leader like him would associate with you and your brother. 
As you both rode for a bit, you eventually found yourselves back in the heart of Seoul. There was something about riding a bike as you took in the breathtaking view as the wind rushed past your tousling hair, sending this thrilling sensation down your spine. 
If you were with a complete stranger, it would have set off so many alarms in your mind because of the multiple biker stories you have heard from the news and your brother. 
But somehow, for some reason, riding with Sunwoo has always made you feel comfortable and safe. 
Perhaps it was why you decided to hop on with him in the first place. It was your first time riding his bike with him, yet you weren’t too mad about the idea. In fact, you were kind of grateful that your brother set up such arrangements. 
It didn’t take you both long enough before Sunwoo eventually dropped you off right at your doorstep. You got off the bike with ease and handed the helmet back to him as you walked up to your front door porch. Right before you decided to turn the doorknob to open the door, you turned your head back to see that Sunwoo was still there looking at you.
“You’re not going to kidnap me, aren’t you?” 
“Come on, you actually think that I’m a pervert? What makes you think so, sweetheart?” 
“Many reasons,” you spat.  
“Rude.” 
“I’ll take that.” 
“Well, now that you’re back home safe and sound, I’ll finally take my leave. Let your brother know about it.” 
With one final glance, he lifted his feet on the ground back up to his bike before twisting the throttle again to give his motorcycle an immediate surge of power, and he sped quickly out from your neighbourhood. 
As you got into the comforts of your home, you made yourself comfortable before sending your brother Jacob a text to tell him that you were safe and sound before tucking yourself into bed. 
Throughout the night, you just couldn’t help but ponder why the biker’s leader would actually care or even listen to the law enforcement to escort you back home. He couldn’t have cared less and certainly had much more pressing matters than dealing with a young adult like you. 
As you tossed and turned in your bed, that question remained in your mind, keeping you wide awake all night. 
Kim Sunwoo, just who or what exactly are you?
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“So you’re my personal babysitter now?” 
You were chilling at your local coffee shop, rushing up your remaining assignments due the following week. You were still a university student before your part-time job, and had no choice but to sacrifice most of your sleep and free time to deal with pressing matters. 
Just as you were typing away on your laptop, a familiar figure suddenly approached you with two cups of iced macchiato in both hands before he plopped down on the seat right across you and handed you one of the drinks. You raised an eyebrow at him, making him stop sipping his coffee away. 
“Brother’s orders,” he replied.
You had no idea why exactly Jacob was doing all of this. In fact, he hasn’t been coming home much for the past week as he had been caught up with work at his station, which is also where you assumed he was sleeping for the time being. During his absence, the infamous biker leader who was sitting in front of you has been personally coming to pick you up from work every single day. 
You thought that since you were off to focus on your studies this whole week, you would finally take a break from the delusional man himself. It turns out you were wrong, and he was here with you in the coffee shop you once called your comfort place. 
You didn’t entirely hate this guy, though; it was more of questioning why he was associating with you more often now as one of the town’s most feared individuals. Naturally, that also caused the people around you to give you the side-eye or just avoid you like the plague, all thanks to the one and only Kim Sunwoo. 
There was a moment of silence between you two as you continued typing away on your laptop. It wasn’t long before the male bent over to peek at your laptop screen to see what you were working with. 
“Don’t even bother helping me.” You replied bluntly. 
“You never know I might be an expert in your field of work.” 
You sighed. “Kim Sunwoo. It’s literature.” 
“Well, I wouldn’t be the biker gang leader for no reason. I’ve got great communication skills, after all.” 
“For your information, it’s about writing a 2000 essay review on William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.” 
Upon hearing the novel's name, he immediately grinned widely before scooting his chair closer to you, giving you this puppy look that he was now very intrigued by your work. 
“Oh my god, Romeo and Juliet is my absolute favourite! Mark my words when I tell you I am a huge fan of romance novels or TV shows!” 
You sighed in defeat when he began reading the essay that you have written so far; you could tell that he was the type not to let go of something that piqued his interest. He was even reading it very diligently, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at that sight. 
“Hey, don’t look down on me. Just so you know, I aced all of my tests back in school and was a model student.” 
“Hmm, questionable, but I will take that.” 
Just like that, the time seemed to pass as quickly as possible, and you were even surprised by how much knowledge he had about the classic novella itself. It was intriguing to find out that he got invested in the topic and was able to help you brainstorm specific ideas that you could add on to make your essay much more sophisticated. 
Right when you were about to type away to finish up the final parts of your essay, you suddenly felt a little tap on your shoulders, which made you turn your head back to see who it was. Once you laid your eyes upon them, you quickly shot up from your chair and gave them a big hug. 
“Kisa! Where exactly have you been? Everyone at work has missed you so badly.” You hugged your former co-worker tightly, rubbing your cheeks together even as it had been months since you had last seen each other. 
“I know. Things have been rough recently, and I had no choice but to take a short leave.” 
“You could have at least told us what was going on, Kisa. Weren’t we all your closest buds around town?” 
She chuckled. “I guess.” 
There was a little awkward moment of silence between you two, which you thought was a bit odd as Kisa used to be an excellent talker who would always have a topic ready up her sleeves. You quickly examined the look in her eyes, and you could tell that something was off; it almost felt as if she was trying to tell you something, but she couldn’t for some reason.
Hence, you decided to ask her. “Hey Kisa, is everything alright—”
“You know, Y/N! There is this new cafe right towards the end of the street where we could go that serves your favourite croffles. It’s been a while, so why don’t we catch up for a bit?” Kisa asked rather hastily. 
You could sense that something was off from her tone of voice and speech, and you desperately wanted to find out at this point. 
“Yeah, of course! Let’s head off—”
“I’m sorry, but she won’t be able to join you today.” 
Immediately, Sunwoo grabbed your wrist, pulled you back towards him and wrapped his hands around your shoulders. 
“You see, Y/N is actually on a date with me today. Perhaps the both of you could do it some other time? I apologise for that, miss.” Sunwoo replied with a smile on his face, and that immediately made Kisa back off. 
“Y-Yeah, of course! I’m so sorry to have bothered you, Y/N. I’ll see you sometime again soon!” 
Instantly, Kisa turned her heel and dashed towards the front door. Just like that, your co-worker you haven’t seen for months disappeared into thin air once again. You quickly darted your face back to Sunwoo, trying to interrogate him as to why on earth he had done what he did. 
“Kim Sunwoo, I knew you were delusional, but that doesn’t mean you could do that to me—”
“Let’s get out of here.” 
Sunwoo immediately cut you off and quickly helped take all your belongings for you as he pushed you towards the front door, right towards his bike. Once you both had strapped on, Sunwoo immediately took speed and quickly drove away. During the entire ride home, it was obvious that he knew or saw something, as you felt his whole body was all tense up as you wrapped your arms around him. 
He was awfully quiet too, not even sparring a glance back at you during the journey, and that alone was weird enough for you since he would always joke around and shout aloud amidst the busy traffic to make sure that you were still able to converse with him. 
But no, not this time. 
Once he dropped you off at your front porch, he kept scanning the area around your house and wouldn’t even try to speak with you. When you finally removed the helmet and handed it back to him, he quickly grabbed your wrist again, and his grip tightened against yours. 
“Whatever you do, stay at home for now. Do not leave unless it is me or your brother who answers the door,” he spoke firmly, making sure you get that through your head before he finally let go of your grip.
This was the infamous biker leader you grew up listening to rumours about how he was cold in reality, and as to why so many people were terrified of him. There was this aura around this man, and that whatever came out from his mouth, he meant business, and he wasn’t the type to joke around when he set his mind on something. It was also the deathly cold stare he gave that scared so many people, including you right now as you witness them firsthand in person. 
Giving him a little nod, he lets go of your grip so you can finally head up to open your locked front door. Once you had turned the doorknob and taken your first step in, you glanced behind again to see that he was still giving you that cold death stare. To be honest, it terrified you a little, and you knew that you couldn’t ask what the whole fiasco happened back at the cafe, at least not for now. 
With that, you walked right into the comforts of your house and closed the door shut, eyes still glued towards that cold death stare from the biker leader. You tried your best to distract yourself by cleaning up the house a little and getting yourself all cosy and ready for bed while sparing a few glances at your windows to see that Sunwoo was still there, staring directly at your house, or rather, at you. 
It wasn’t until the clock finally struck midnight that Sunwoo decided it was time to leave you alone as he drove off and disappeared.
Whatever happened today was enough for you to finally conclude that something was up, and you needed to know. It surely must not have just been a pure coincidence that Sunwoo has been popping up in your life just like that out of the blue, and how your brother actually trusted him and asked that he took care of you in his place, and with what happened today at the cafe with Kisa. 
Something was definitely up, and you needed answers. 
Immediately.
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You couldn’t care less if you were to be scolded by your big brother. When you woke up this morning, you quickly called for a taxi to take you to your brother’s station. It took a while to convince the ones at the reception that your brother was one of the lieutenants, so they had to call Jacob and make him personally come down to escort you. 
Jacob's eyes widened upon seeing you, but the moment he saw your face, he knew that you came here for a good reason and that you weren’t just here for a visit. 
After passing through the multiple securities, you finally ended up in his office on one of the top floors. Luckily, things weren’t too busy, so your brother had some time to spare with you. 
“Hey sis, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come home lately nor pick you up from work. It’s just that I have had so many cases to deal with—”
“Jacob, I need answers.” You cut him off. 
It was the look that you had in your eyes that made it absolutely clear to Jacob that you weren’t leaving until you had the answers that you desperately wanted. It has always been like this for you, even when you were a child. You were persistent and would do anything to get whatever you wanted. With you seated on the couch in his office, you leaned back slightly and crossed your arms and legs, indirectly telling your brother to do the same.
Jacob let out a deep sigh before he finally got himself comfortable and placed a hot cup of freshly brewed tea he had made just for you right onto the table, pushing it towards you before he finally sat down across the couch from you.
It took a moment for him to rub his palms together before lifting up his face to look directly at you. 
“Y/N, please know that I’m doing everything I can to keep you safe at all times—”
“Not that, Jacob. Just cut to the chase, please.” 
“It’s…well, long story short, there have been multiple cases of young girls who have been going missing for the past couple of weeks. And we have been searching high and low for clues but to no avail.” He furrowed his eyebrows as he finally spat out what had been bugging him for weeks. 
“Okay? And what does that have to do with you sending the infamous Kim Sunwoo to care for me?” 
“You’ll be needing him, Y/N. I promise he will surely be looking out for you, no matter what.”
“Well, that’s reassuring to know. But why, Jacob? Since when have you ever associated yourself with a dangerous man like him?” You questioned. 
This time, you could tell that your brother was slightly hesitant in his next words and struggled to come up with possible answers that would please your curiosity. 
“That’s…something I can’t say for now. But you will eventually find out yourself soon.” 
You scoffed before standing up and raising your voice towards your brother. “Jacob, I came all the way out here to hear answers from you, my own brother. The fact that what happened at the cafe last night was odd enough, to the point that Sunwoo even gave me this death stare warning me as if I may be in danger or something. I have no idea what exactly you both are planning, but you better tell me everything from the beginning for God’s sake, right this second.” 
There was this apologetic look in his eyes as he stared right back at your now-turning-red face, standing up and placing both hands on your shoulders, trying to calm you down. It was then, all of a sudden, that there was a knock on his door, and he instructed whoever it was to come in. It was one of his subordinates, and he was summoned to the chief’s office to discuss the missing cases further. 
Before Jacob left the room, he turned back to grab his jacket quickly and hastily put it on while speaking to you for one last time. 
“Stay here, Y/N. I’ll drop you back home after I’m done with this meeting. I’ll try my best to return as soon as possible.” 
Within seconds, Jacob and his subordinate rushed out of the room and closed the door shut. Now that your brother was gone, there was no way that you would just sit back and relax, knowing that there have been cases of young girls going missing around town. You needed to learn more about this, even if your brother isn’t willing to tell you anything more about it. 
You decided to salvage through his work desk, opening up each cabinet to see if you could find anything useful regarding the case. Scanning through the multiple files that he had kept away nicely, it seemed as if your brother might have taken the file that contained potential evidence or information about the missing girls, so you were left with nothing that could give you a bit of an insight to what exactly was going around in town.
That was until you discovered a little slip of paper peeking through one of the files. 
You quickly took it out from the folder, and a smirk began to form on your face as you read through the information on that little piece of paper. 
“If you’re not going to tell me, Jacob, I’ll figure all this out myself then.”
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With the last remaining pocket money you had , you managed to hail a taxi to bring you to the specified location that was written on that little piece of paper. However, you gave the driver a slightly different route than the one from the paper, for you knew that no ordinary citizen would ever step foot within the infamous territory.
The moment you stepped out of the vehicle, you assumed that you would be walking for about a good ten minutes before you were able to arrive at the exact location. You didn’t mind that in the slightest bit; you just needed to find the right person to ask the questions that have been gruelling in the back of your mind. 
The walk towards the location wasn’t exactly smooth as you had to pass through the woods to get there undetected. It was already dark out then, so you had to rely on your handy-dandy torchlight from your phone to guide you through the woods. It felt eerie, and the crackling sounds as you stepped on the branches scattered across the ground didn’t help in the slightest bit.
But you had to remind yourself that you came here constantly for a purpose: no matter what, you weren’t going home empty-handed. With the best of your abilities, you pushed through and eventually, arrived after almost an hour of walking, where, in reality, it would’ve taken you ten minutes if you didn’t spend most of the time getting lost in the woods. 
What mattered was that you were finally at the location, and upon first inspection, it was a vast empty parking lot filled with motorcycles from one end to another. Thankfully, there were multiple huge metal transport boxes that filled the area, so you sneakily stepped out from the woods and ran to the closest one to hide. 
You decided to sneak your head out a little and peek through the corners of the box, and as expected, you were able to spot several individuals towards the far end of the parking lot. Some of them were leaning against their bikes as they drank to their heart’s content while chatting away, while others were ultimately passed out and fast asleep in the empty garage at the centre. 
Judging from the location you were at now, it was nearly impossible to hear precisely what those individuals were talking about. If you want to get your hands on concrete evidence, you have got to move closer. 
With a quick dash, you ran towards box by box while trying your best to be undetected. Each time you managed to get from one box to another, you always gave yourself a quiet sigh of relief and tried your best to calm your beating heart down. 
Okay, just a few more boxes to go. I can do this—
Instantly, someone came up from behind to cup your mouth with their hands while the other was wrapped around your chest, trying to calm your muffling sounds down. 
“What in God’s mind were you even thinking of stepping foot in this place?”
That voice. It belonged to the person you have been longing to find in the first place. 
“S-Sunwoo,” you muffled as his hands still cupped your mouth. 
At that moment, both of you heard footsteps coming closer to where you were and knew you were about to be cornered. There was no reason for an outsider like you to be present in the biker gang’s territory, and you would pretty much be skinned alive if you were to be found.
Time was ticking, and you needed to think of a way to get out of here undetected. 
But thankfully, it seemed as if Sunwoo had everything under control. 
Or so you thought. 
Just when the few bikers came around the corner, a loud gasp came from them as they witnessed the sight beyond them. Never in a million years would they have caught their boss making out with some random stranger in their base.
“U-Uh, boss? What exactly is going on?” One of the bikers stammered, hoping that the question asked wouldn’t get him into trouble. 
It took a few seconds for Sunwoo to turn his head to look at them with his face looking like a mess as if he had just had a steamy kissing session with whoever he was with, as he was also trying his best to protect your identity by pushing your head down towards the crook of his neck. 
The bikers gulped at the sight, but Sunwoo quickly gave them a plausible answer for now. 
“You see, this little one has gotten some valuable information from us, and I’m just doing a favour to get them cough up whatever shit that they know and to ruin them a little bit for some fun.” He smirked. 
That was enough to shut the bikers up, and then they quickly brushed it off, telling their boss that they would get a quick smoke to loosen up a bit. As they finally walked away and the coast was clear, Sunwoo immediately lifted your head to get you to face him directly. He could tell you were beyond speechless and there was this unreadable emotion on your face. 
Confused? Mad? Upset? Maybe all of it at once. 
But that didn’t stop him from dragging you out of that place as he quickly brought you back into the woods, going through the dark passageway once again until you both ended up back on the road you originally came from. 
That was when you finally freed yourself from his grasp, and you began raising your voice at him, even if you didn’t mean to. 
You didn’t know what you were feeling at this point either; one thing for sure is that you definitely felt overwhelmed by everything that was happening. As much as you tried to open your mouth, the words wouldn’t come straight out. With that, Sunwoo decided to help you finish your sentence instead.
“Admit it, you liked my kiss.” 
Your eyes widened. “What the actual bullshit, Kim Sunwoo.”
“So now you can talk.” 
God, this was starting to get to your head badly, and there was just so much vulgar language that you wanted to throw at the man in front of you. But it seems that Sunwoo was once a step ahead of you. 
“You’re up to no good, princess.” 
“What do you even know, Sunwoo-”
“I have a pretty good guess that you came without telling your brother, or rather, against his orders.” 
You absolutely hated that Sunwoo knew precisely what was going on in your mind and how he could read you perfectly. It was as if you were just plain as day; your discreet movements or actions you’ve tried to keep secret will always be revealed quickly against your own will. 
Eventually, you decided to give in. “Fine. I did.” 
“Now, someone is not being a good sibling, aren’t they? Might have to report back to big brother Jacob, and someone’s going to get some timeout—”
Before Sunwoo could finish his sentence, you quickly stomped towards him and grabbed his collar, seemingly shutting him up for a moment.
“You’re going to tell me everything. Every single detail, Kim Sunwoo.” 
Sunwoo already had a good guess as to why you were here in the first place. You came to find him and took the risk of visiting his hideout written on the piece of paper you found in Jacob’s office. Mentally, he was throwing curses at your brother for not spilling the details because now he was the one who was going to do it instead. 
Jacob Bae, I sincerely hope that your microwave is going to break down so that you will be having cold meals for a period of time and that you will get your ass kicked by your CEO for not having much progress in the missing cases. 
From your not-so-nice friend, Kim Sunwoo. 
As much as you almost exerted this fiery aura, Sunwoo did not flinch in the slightest. He was used to things like this anyway; he was the biker gang’s leader after all. Instead, he grinned back at you.
“You clearly have lost your mind thinking that you can manipulate the biker leader to spill out the deeds for you. It seems that you have not experienced why exactly the public fear about us, Y/N.” 
This time, he slowly takes a step forward little by little, and you slowly begin to back off while your hands remain on the collar of his shirt. 
“Let me tell you a little something, Y/N. The moment when you stepped within our territory, you were just as good as dead meat.” Sunwoo continued. 
Another step forward.
“Do you know why the public fear us, Y/N? We are predators. And predators hunt for prey who messes with us.” 
Another step forward. 
“And you little innocent citizens of Seoul have officially become our prey because no one messes with us. I mean, no one. You have chosen death when you decided even to come close to us.” 
Another step forward. 
“So you might as well say your last words before I devour you up, hmm?” Sunwoo then stops at his track as he leans forward so that both of your faces are mere inches away, and he closes his eyes while giving you the biggest smile you have seen just yet. 
That alone was enough to shake you to your core. 
It was just as portrayed in books and TV shows, on how smiles make the villains ten times worse than they are. When a villain smiles, you drop everything and run for it. 
If only that were what exactly you did. 
You straighten your posture before you spit back at him. “You won’t have the guts to do that to me, Kim Sunwoo.” 
“And what makes you think that, sweetheart?” 
“Because you love me,” you spat. 
Upon hearing those words, the smile immediately fell from his face, and a shocked expression replaced it. Sunwoo quickly backed off and took a few steps back away from you. 
Bingo. 
“N-No, I don’t.” Sunwoo chuckled. 
“Jokes on you, young man; you were literally head over heels for me, that’s why you agreed to babysit me in the first place.” 
You instantly noticed how flushed his face was getting as he quickly cupped both sides of his face with his hands, trying to calm the heat down. But that did not stop you from moving towards him now as you continued taunting him. 
“You know, I think your fellow bikers would be delighted to hear that their boss was in love with a commoner like me, don’t you think? I’m sure the biker community loves to hear romance since you boys have been angsty all year.” 
“No no no! Not the biker community! I’m supposed to be a cool leader everyone looks up to and worship goddamit!” He was now covering his ears like a little child. 
Oh, Kim Sunwoo, you indeed are such a sucker for romance. 
Finally, you took the final steps and stood before him, placing both hands upon his shoulders, and you returned a devilish smile. 
“I think someone’s got a good explanation to do before I feed him to my brother’s hound dogs back at the station.”
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“Y/N Bae, I absolutely would love to ruin your makeup right now.” 
“Kim Sunwoo, I absolutely would love to throw you straight into the river right now.” 
After that confrontation on the empty road, you both decided to take this whole conversation elsewhere before any of the bikers made their way out to confront you two again. 
So you hopped back onto Sunwoo’s bike and drove a little to the well-known spot in Seoul, Han River. 
Since Sunwoo had barely recovered from your counterattack before, he was clearly distracted as he droved through the city, constantly putting out this pout and sulky expression on his face, making you want to tease him more. Occasionally, you would purposely snake your hands up to his abdomen to his chest, which made the male squirm and his body tense upon the contact, making him cry out loud, for God’s sake, and somehow apologise throughout the entire ride. 
The moment you both got to the river, Sunwoo immediately asked you to get out of his vehicle while trying to calm his pounding chest down. Unfortunately, you were nowhere near done wrecking the bike leader, so you snaked your arms around him as you dragged him out from his bike, taking them down to one of the stairs facing the river. 
Sunwoo was not in the right mind and was trying his best to counterattack, which at one point he did. But thanks to the taekwondo classes you took back in the day, you quickly turned the tables around.
So now Kim Sunwoo was the one pinned to the ground while you were hovering above him, pinning both his hands above his head while your legs kept his in place, leaving him no room to move around. 
“If only being delusional wasn’t my weakness, I swear Y/N…”
“Tell that to the ones who created you.they were the ones to cast this spell upon you.” 
“What do I get if I tell you the truth?”
You paused for a moment. What were you going to repay him exactly? 
But since you were already keeping up with this facade a couple of hours ago, you might as well continue the seeds that you have planted.
“A kiss from me to you.” 
Upon hearing those words, the male smirked before finally closing his eyes and let loose his body slightly. 
“Fine, Y/N. You win.” 
With that, you also did the same by slowly releasing your grip on his arms, knowing well how he wouldn’t be counterattacking you soon. 
“What I am about to tell you, Y/N… I’m not exactly sure if you’re able to stomach it all, to be honest.” 
“Nothing as bad as the cases that my brother has done, I bet.” 
“Fair. Your brother deals with brutal homicide cases, after all.” 
Sunwoo then propped himself up, and you decided to give him some space by getting off him and sitting crossed-legged at his side. It took Sunwoo a moment to gather his thoughts before finally telling you the whole story. 
“Y/N, did you realise why I dragged you away on that day you met that co-worker of yours?” 
“You meant Kisa?” 
“Did you notice anything strange about her?”
“Well, yeah I kind of did. Her demeanour was setting off many red flags in my mind for sure,” you replied. The thought about Kisa once again made you frown; you have been constantly worrying about her since that day.
“I’ll tell you right now that she is one of the girls who had gone missing for the past couple of months.” 
Missing? Is she related to the missing person cases that your brother was dealing with then? 
“The fact that she has reappeared all of a sudden was strange enough, and luckily, I noticed a barcode tattooed right behind her ear.” 
Barcode? What exactly was going on? 
Sunwoo noticed how perplexed you were with the whole situation and sighed before continuing with his words. 
“Y/N, I think you do know what happens when someone is tattooed with a barcode on different parts of their body, don’t you?” 
No. It can’t be. You knew exactly what it meant, but you wouldn’t have expected it to happen to someone close to you, let alone to one who has suddenly disappeared from your radar, only for them to reappear out of the blue. 
“No, you don’t mean it.” 
“Come on, Y/N. You know exactly how crime works in Seoul, especially in our district; it’s corrupted, and plenty of cases like this go unnoticed because the culprits can often get away undetected.” 
That can’t be true; you absolutely can’t accept the fact that Kisa was a victim of human trafficking. 
You slowly began to stammer in your speech. “S-So, you basically saved my life back there and then.” 
“If you want to put it that way, I guess I did.” 
This time, Sunwoo decided to scooch a little bit closer to you, and the tone in his voice dropped as if he was now whispering what crucial detail he was about to say next. 
“Y/N, why did you think your brother made a deal with me to follow you wherever you go?” 
You decided to break the tension in the air slightly by making a little joke. “I’d like to think it was your idea instead because you have committed to being my stalker.” 
“Calling me a stalker is flat-out rude, Y/N. Especially after all that I have done for you,” he sulked.
You were glad Sunwoo could still joke around with you slightly to ease the tension. 
“Fine, to keep me safe then.” 
“That’s one for sure, but also because we made a pact to crack these cold cases together without the superiors in the station knowing a thing about this.” 
Huh. “So you’re a biker detective now?” 
“Yeah, a very cool one at that too. I saved your life not once but twice. Jacob should give me a pay raise, let’s be honest.” 
“What do you mean you actually suck at your job. You have to have someone’s consent first before you start making out with them, especially in public.” You slightly blushed at that comment. You certainly weren't going to tell him that he took your first kiss away, and you hoped that your surroundings were dark enough so that Sunwoo wasn’t able to see clearly that your ears were beginning to look bright red as a tomato right now.
Unfortunately for you, he was a romance fanatic, so obviously, he could tell that you were embarrassed to say all of that. It was his sign to strike back now.
“Oh honey, that kiss was a little extra from your care package that your brother signed you up for. You should be grateful that you get an extra treatment from me.” He took a string of your hair and started twirling around his fingers. 
“….shut up.” You muttered.
Oh god, how much he was enjoying this whole moment right there.
The next thing that happened was that he moved closer again and cupped both of your cheeks with his hands before leaning his forward against yours. 
“What in the world are you even thinking of doing—”
“Y/N, listen to me closely about what I am about to say next, and I will only say it once.” 
That made all of the embarrassment from earlier die down. Judging from the look in his eyes, you knew things were about to get serious next.
“Another reason why your brother personally asked for me to care for you for the time being was because he knew that something bad was going to happen real soon.” 
“Something bad?” 
“You see, we have been working together on this case for months now. With our thorough investigations, it’s clear that whoever was the mastermind behind all of this may actually be someone we are acquainted with.” 
“Someone much closer to us, that is.”
Your eyes widened upon that last sentence, and you knew this case was far worse than you thought. It was a life-and-death situation if either of you let your guard down. If that was the case, it also meant that you weren’t the only one in danger. 
Bracing yourself, you slowly and reluctantly asked Sunwoo something that you hoped it was just yourself thinking way further ahead than you should. 
“J-Jacob isn't going to die, isn’t he?”
Sunwoo didn’t reply, but he stared straight into your eyes. With that, your eyes became teary, and you were on the verge of crying out silently. You knew that Jacob’s job always evolved around dangerous criminals, and there’s no guarantee that he might come home each day in one piece; he had accepted his fate ever since he took on the badge in the first place. 
But now, with the recent events and how he had placed you under Sunwoo’s care, you knew that this was far worse than any of you had encountered before. 
Tears began dripping down your face, and Sunwoo lightly brushed his fingers against your cheek to wipe them away. 
“Y/N, from now on, I’m afraid you should stay as far away from your brother as possible. In other words, you’ll be stuck with me for now.” 
“That doesn’t mean that I won’t be seeing him anymore, isn’t it?” You sobbed. 
Sunwoo smiled. “Of course not. It is so that both of us can conduct our investigation much more smoothly without outsiders intruding on our plan. I promise you, I won’t let your brother die. That would also mean that the lives of both you siblings are at my outermost top priority now.”
“Why Sunwoo? Why would a biker leader like you even associate with us law enforcement? Didn’t you and your people hate us for decades?”
He chuckled before placing a kiss on the top of your forehead. 
“Jacob Bae saved me and gave me another chance at life. And I am going to return the favour.”
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It has been ten minutes since the both of you were back on the road again. You were trying to take in all of Seoul’s beautiful night views, as you might not see them for a while. 
After calming yourself down at Han River, Sunwoo filled you in with everything you needed to know before you both took off back on the road. Based on what your brother and Sunwoo have been able to investigate so far, they decided that it was safe to conclude that the mastermind was either someone within the biker community or one of the higher-ups from the police agency. That was precisely why your brother was in a tight situation and was at risk of falling into the hands of the enemy since he was one of the lieutenants and had no control over his superiors. 
It was precisely why Jacob decided it was best for you to keep a distance from him at the moment, for the fear that you might fall into the hands of the enemy. Hence, giving you to Sunwoo for now would mean that you had a higher chance of survival—being a biker meant that Sunwoo was able to move around much more freely compared to a detective who was bound by rules that he had to abide by at all times. 
In the meantime, Sunwoo has also been on the go trying to figure out who the traitor within the biker’s community was who started all of this. According to the male, he guessed that someone from the detective agency was manipulating and might even be paying the traitor within the biker gang a large sum of money to traffick these young ladies out of the country. Since the bikers usually hunt out late at night, there was no doubt that the victims would have been vulnerable against them and quickly fell into their hands. 
In order to keep you safe, and since Sunwoo has practically told you the entire plan, he has no choice but to bring you along on his investigations; as much as he hated that idea and he would much prefer locking you away somewhere where you could lay down low until the whole crime spree is over. 
However, he knew that you would be much safer if you were within his sight range, and he would feel much more comfortable knowing that you were always near him.
He has learnt it the hard way before anyway. 
As you both ride through the night and out away from Seoul, there is this anxious feeling rotten deep within your gut—you are terrified, knowing now that you have finally fallen victim to the dark, corrupted crime world in Seoul. 
With that, your arms wrapped around Sunwoo’s waist tightened, and you gently laid your cheeks against his back. You just wished this ride with Sunwoo could have happened at a much better time and under better circumstances.
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“Damn, Kim Sunwoo. Who knew you’d have a hideout in the middle of nowhere?” 
You were astounded with the entire place. It was located outside of town, and it took the both of you about a two-hour ride to get to this place, which was eventually in the middle of the wilderness. You thought building a simple cabin here was a genius idea because chances of survival were much higher, especially for Sunwoo, who lives a dangerous life each day. 
As Sunwoo guided and led you up to the steps of his front door, he inserted a key and unlocked the front door within seconds, and your jaw dropped the moment he turned on the lights that lit up the entire cabin. 
“Welcome to my safe space, Y/N.” 
Upon further inspection, you could tell that the entire cabin was built meticulously—from the sturdy timber that formed the walls, the simple yet captivating decor that filled the entire place, and the cosy fireplace that stood right at one of the corners of the living space. The entire place just felt comforting; even a stranger would agree when they stepped into this place in the woods. 
Sunwoo noticed you had been slowly moving around the cabin, taking in all its glory. He decided that he wouldn’t be ruining this little moment you have and went straight into the pantry to whip up some hot cocoa for the two of you. 
It all felt too good to be true. You have only seen or read places like this in books or films; never in a million years would you have thought that you would get a chance to reside, let alone step into a place like this at all. It was as if you were living in a dream, and you just wished you could shut off the outside world for a while and relax in this place for as long as possible. 
As you slowly reach the fireplace, you notice how a picture frame sits at the top, depicting a young boy and a girl riding a swing at a park. You could immediately tell how it was Sunwoo in that picture, but you had no idea if the young female was his sibling or, perhaps, his past lover, if he ever had one. 
Before you could examine further, you heard a little thump from behind you, and you turned to see Sunwoo was back with two warm mugs of freshly made hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. He gently placed them onto the round wooden table he had before moving to the fireplace and threw some chopped wood in before lighting it up with the lighter he kept behind his back pocket. 
You slowly sit on the couch to make yourself comfortable, take one of the mugs, and sip the freshly made drink. It didn’t take long for Sunwoo to join you as he sat on the couch on your left.
“I’d like to think I’m such a great host, don’t you think? I expect you to be writing a five-star review of this Airbnb on booking.com after your stay,” he smugged before bringing his mug to his lips. 
“I never knew a biker gang leader like you would have a soft spot for ambience like this.” 
“Hey, bikers aren’t all angsty and dark. You’d think I live for the colour black and own everything in that specific colour?” 
“Don’t look at me like that. Blame the media for painting you guys exactly the way you are.” 
Well, you had a point there. Ever since you met Sunwoo, you realised that not all of them seemed as terrible as the public had painted them to be. Even the biker leader is the same as many young adults: desperate to find love and obsessed with shoujo mangas. 
As you took another sip of the cocoa, you gulped the liquid down slowly before enjoying your little silence, listening to the crackling sound from the fireplace as you slowly started to feel your eyelids become heavy. 
It has been a long day; after all, you started by storming into Jacob’s office at the beginning of the day, trekking through the woods and finding out about the biker’s hideout, going to Han River and eventually here in Sunwoo’s cabin. 
From the corners of your eyes, you could see how it would be early morning now—the first tendrils of light painting the sky in hues of a mixture of lavender and indigo, indicating that it would be dawn now. It was probably about five to six in the morning, and that was the last thing you could think of before you eventually fell to your slumber. 
It took Sunwoo a few seconds to realise you had fallen asleep as he admired the skies from his cabin window just like you were. When he finally turned to look at your head, bending down with your eyes closed, the mug of now warm cocoa still nestled within your grasp. 
Sunwoo smiled at the sight of you resting comfortably like that. It reminded him so much about her. It almost felt bittersweet then, but Sunwoo tried his best to get rid of those feelings before things started to get too deep again.
He slowly got up, gently opened up your fingers surrounding the mug, and took it off your hands to place it on the table. He then swooped his hands around your shoulders and under your legs before picking you up bridal style. Trying his best not to make a noise, he slowly brought you into his only bedroom in the cabin, gently laying you down on the comforts of his bed and tucking you into bed with his cosy duvet. 
When he was about to get up from the bed, he felt something wrapping around his pinky before turning to see that it was from you. He couldn’t tell if you had a dream or if it was just by reflex as you wrapped your fingers around his pinky and tugged them close to you. 
Sunwoo smiled at the sight of you doing so, and he sat down on the bed again, gently caressing your hair as you fell deeper into your dreamland. 
Y/N. I promise I will protect you at all costs and avoid making the same mistake as before.
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The chirping noises were what woke you up from your slumber. You squint your eyes as you slowly open them to reveal the sunlight shining directly into the cabin. You also heard clanking noises coming beyond the closed doors, and you decided it was time to get up to check out whatever it was. 
As you opened the door, your eyes widened, and your jaw dropped as you approached the dining table. It seemed as if Sunwoo had made you an entire breakfast meal that looked identical to what you would get from the local diners in town. The man even took the extra step to brew you some hot coffee and placed two little jars filled with white and brown sugar so you could adjust your drink to your desired taste. 
You slowly pulled the chair and sat down before Sunwoo turned around from the stovetop, placing a freshly made fried sunny-side egg onto your plate, and that was when you took in what Sunwoo was wearing before you eventually burst out into laughter. 
“What was that about? I went the extra mile to make you breakfast.” Sunwoo pouted. 
“N-No, it’s not that. I never thought you were a frilly pink floral aprons type of guy.” You had to cover your mouth and fan yourself because you were laughing so hard that breathing was hard by the second. 
“You stop it right there. Someone special made this apron; I will not let you disrespect it.” Sunwoo was now pointing at you with his spatula, threatening that he would take your breakfast and eat it himself. 
As you calmed yourself down and apologised, he finally sat beside you while still sulking because of your comment before and started cutting up his bread and sausages on the plate. When Sunwoo saw that you had taken your first bite, he couldn’t help but make a sarcastic remark to lighten the mood once again.
“Hurry up and tell me that my cooking skills are top-notch.” He lifted his head high as if he was already praising himself before you even said anything. 
Frankly, it tasted much better than what you had in mind. Who would’ve thought the most feared person in town was also a good cook? The fact that he was able to build this cabin on his own, cared for you, and made you a delicious meal was a bummer that he was still single at this point. 
But since you have teased Sunwoo since the beginning, there was no way you would tell him that and continue feeding his delusions. 
“I’m surprised that I did not puke nor have an upset stomach with the initial first bite, to be honest.” 
He narrowed his eyes at you. “You ungrateful little brat.” 
“Thank you, I’ll take that.” You grinned widely at him, making him return you with disgust. 
Surprisingly, breakfast then went by reasonably quickly, and you offered to help clean up the kitchen even when the male insisted that you were his guest and weren’t supposed to do anything while you were there. 
After a little bit of squabbling about cleaning the cabin up, Sunwoo heads out the front door, signalling for you to come with him. 
“There’s this place that I think you’ll love, Y/N. Care to hop on for another ride with me?”
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“Kim Sunwoo, give me your keys to your cabin right now I’m officially moving in.” 
He giggled as you said that hurriedly before running down to the designated spot he brought you to. As you hopped back onto Sunwoo’s bike, he took you along for another drive that only took about five minutes away from his cabin. As you both parked the bike somewhere safe, he guided you to take a step deeper into the woods, where, eventually, you both ended up at a beautiful creek.
A crystal-clear stream burbles along the riverbed, bubbling over the surrounding rocks and branches. There were a couple of stepping stones that scattered across the stream, giving whoever chose to visit to have the opportunity to walk across from one end to the other. A couple of flowers blossomed at the sides of the river, giving the creek a little pop of colour. 
It was a sight to behold. Who would have thought that there was such a place near where Sunwoo lived? At this point, you swore that you would label this entire outskirt as paradise, and you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life here, away from the capital's bustling streets. 
You slowly made your way to the river, where you stuck one of your hands into the waters, letting the streams of water hit the back of your hand. Sunwoo then made his way towards you before bending down to pick up one of the pebbles on the ground, before tossing it across the waters to see it bounce on top of the surface before eventually sinking into the waters. 
“Is there anything that you can’t do, Kim Sunwoo?” You asked as you saw how he was a master at skipping stones, way better than most people could do. 
“I’ve been doing this for decades, Y/N. Of course, I am the master of stone skipping.” He proudly acclaimed before picking another pebble and tossing it across the waters again. 
You couldn’t help but smile at that remark. “So that means you come here often, then?” 
“Used to.” He corrected you. “I haven’t been here in a very long time.” 
“Well, then, I’m grateful that you decided not to gatekeep such a place from me,” you replied, sincerely thanking the man for taking you out of the cabin to come to such a place to relax.
“You’re going to be staying with me for a while; obviously, I have to keep you occupied before you start complaining out of boredom in the cabin.” He stuck out his tongue at you before tossing another pebble. 
“I’m not a kid, Sunwoo. I know how to keep myself occupied.” This time, it was your turn to give him a pout. 
“I’m gonna bet on 10,000 korean won that you will be screaming out of frustration by the third day if you were stuck all day in that cabin of mine.” 
“Then I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I can literally find anything to do to keep myself occupied at all places.” You were now standing up and stood right in front of the man, staring at him as if you were going to start a battle of who would be the first to back down from their words. 
Sunwoo smirked at that sight, and it turns him on whenever you get all worked up because of his words. He wasn’t going to back down quickly, so he straightened his posture before firing back at you. 
“Princess, you better buckle up because you have just turned me on, and I want to ruin your ego right now.” 
“Try me then, Kim Sunwoo,” you huffed. 
“Say, can you swim?” 
You snorted. “Of course I can swim, what the hell—”
Before you could even finish your sentence, Sunwoo pushed you on your shoulders, and you fell straight into the waters. It took a few seconds before you eventually returned to the surface, wiping off the excess water dripping down your face. 
“Kim Sunwoo! What the actual—”
You were screaming at the top of your lungs, ready to yell and curse your heart out towards the male before you eventually stopped. Your eyes widened at the sight of him taking off his shirt that he was wearing, revealing a well-toned body and rock-solid abs as well as a tattoo that was situated right above his ribcage on his left. 
He grinned before jumping into the waters and swam right up to you. 
“I knew you would like what you saw with your eyes. I have been waiting for the right time to do it anyway,” he smirked before moving his fingers close to you to pinch your cheeks. 
You quickly slapped his hands away before turning your back towards him, trying to calm your fast heart beating chest down. Instantly, you felt a surge of warmth slowly crawling up to your ears and cheeks, and you quickly rested both your palms on your cheeks, knowing very well that you were now blushing hard.
What is wrong with you, Y/N? 
Before you could even process your thoughts further, you felt a pair of hands resting on your waist before turning your back towards the opposite direction. You have now come face-to-face with the man you were dreading to see, and you quickly turn your head towards the side and face the streaming waters instead. 
You could clearly hear Sunwoo’s low chuckle before he rested his fingers underneath your chin, gently turning your face back towards his direction. 
“I found your weakness, princess.”
“Shut up.” 
Your now red-flushed face was making Sunwoo laugh while you were slowly losing your mind. All you could think of at the moment was how exactly you would get yourself out of this situation you were in. 
Suddenly, you were brought back to reality as you felt Sunwoo’s thumb swipe past your lips slowly, his eyes now focusing on your smudged lips as if he was hungry for it, wanting so desperately to press his lips onto them as he slowly leaned down towards them.
Oh no. Oh no. 
You started to panic; you had no idea what you were supposed to do. Sure, it wasn’t the first time you kissed Sunwoo, but your situation was much more different than the first. 
Brace yourselves, Y/N. Just do it. 
That was all that you could think of before closing your eyes tightly. It was now or never, and you surely have no escape. As you slowly waited for his warm, plump lips to land on yours again, it never came as you expected. When you slowly opened your eyelids, you saw Sunwoo paused exactly an inch before both lips met. 
Was he in a dilemma? Whether he should do it or not? 
In the end, Sunwoo broke off the tension and gave in to wrap his arms around you instead, giving you a tight hug as he rested his head under the crook of your neck. 
What was going on? 
“S-Sunwoo…what are you—”
“Let me just stay like this for a while, Y/N.”
As he took in a couple of seconds to relax his body over yours, you slowly snaked your arms around his back and caressed his back slowly, as if that was the right thing that you thought you could do at the moment.
With your touch, he tugged you tighter before eventually speaking his first words since he turned you around to face him. 
“Thank you, Y/N, for trusting me. I promise that I won’t let you down. We’ll catch whoever this mastermind is and place him behind bars for good.” 
You felt reassured, knowing that you will be in good hands for now before reuniting with your brother once the cases have been resolved. 
“Thank you too, Sunwoo, for looking out for me and making me feel safe.” 
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“You slept in an upright position on the couch throughout the whole night?” You questioned the male, thinking that you might have heard something wrong. 
“For the hundredth time, yes I did, Y/N Bae. I have no idea why you are making such a big fuss out of this,” Sunwoo rubbed the back of his neck as he closed his eyes in annoyance as if he was tired of going through this whole topic with you again. 
“Well then, I suggest we swap for tonight then. It’s not fair that you have to make yourself suffer especially when you’re the owner of this cabin,” you stated clearly. 
“Have you ever heard of hospitality, Y/N? There’s no way I’m letting my guests sleep uncomfortably while they’re here. I might get a rotten review on booking.com the next day, that’s for sure.” 
However, you weren’t backing down so quickly. “Fine then. Why don't we share the bed for tonight, then?” 
That question made Sunwoo spit out the glass of water that he was drinking. He had to cough a few times to ensure the liquid flowed smoothly into his throat. 
“Are you insane? There’s no way I’m sleeping with someone that’s the opposite sex,” he muttered as he continued to pound his chest while seemingly trying to stop the cough.
“Well unfortunately, I insist. I would drag you onto the bed myself if I had to. It’s not like I’m asking you to try anything funny; if you are, you wouldn’t be seeing the light of day anyways,” you stated clearly before pointing into the bedroom.
Sunwoo could only let out a deep sigh before caving into your words, knowing that if you both went on and on about this, the sun would rise before any of you would get a proper good night's rest. 
As you both cleaned up and got ready for bed, Sunwoo watched as you climbed into the sheets and got yourself comfy before turning towards your left to sleep on your side and face the cabin wall. When he sees that you have stopped squirming, he gently lifts the sheets before doing the same, but facing towards his right so that he is facing the door instead. 
It took him a while to fall asleep, unlike you, who fell into a deep slumber within seconds. He was not used to this after all, having to share a bed with someone; it has been a long time since he has done so, especially when the last person he did this was years ago with her. 
Additionally, what happened down at the creek earlier in the day? Sunwoo had no idea why exactly he decided to do what he did, and eventually, he couldn’t bring himself to plant a kiss on your lips and went in for a hug instead. 
Deep down, Sunwoo knew something was happening between you two, but he was afraid to commit or even think about the possibilities. After what happened years ago, he promised that he wouldn’t get too close to anyone unless they were the ones who saved his life big time; in this case, it was your brother, Jacob. 
But now, it seems that Jacob’s little sibling was also slowly marking a spot in that enclosed heart of his. 
Before Sunwoo could even think of anything further, Sunwoo slowly drifted off into his own dreamland and fell into a deep sleep like you did. 
Hours had passed, and you both were sleeping peacefully until Sunwoo began hearing voices in his head. 
Big brother…big brother…please save me… save me from all of this…please don’t let them take me away…
Big brother…Sunwoo…SUNWOO OPPA!!
Immediately, Sunwoo shot up from his deep slumber and broke out in sweats. Sure, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to get nightmares from the past; it was something he was still working on anyway. But it has been a long time since he had the exact scenario played in his mind; it was a curse to him now. 
Sunwoo then brought up his fingers to rub his temples, trying his best to calm himself down without waking you, who was still peacefully sleeping on the side. 
All of a sudden, Sunwoo’s phone lit up from the nightstand, and he grabbed it lazily while rubbing his eyes to adjust his vision so that he could see clearly what exactly the notification that he had just gotten.
It was as if the nightmare wasn’t enough to ruin his night; the notification was far worse than whatever he had just dreamt of. 
Something that he dreaded would even occur at all throughout this whole investigation process. 
Jacob Bae: This will be the last time I will be able to contact you for now. Please keep Y/N safe at all costs, and we’ll be in touch as soon as I can.
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Jacob’s POV
It had been two days since you had left the building without Jacob’s permission. Unfortunately, the meeting lasted way longer than expected, five hours to be exact. Hence, by the time he got back into his dark office where the only source of light was the one ray of moonlight shining through the windows, his heart dropped when he noticed how you were nowhere to be seen. 
Frantically, he skimmed through his entire office to see if you had left any clues behind, for the fear that you had been kidnapped, especially since you were considered to be vulnerable in the mastermind’s eyes, and how both Jacob and Sunwoo suspected that it could be someone from the biker gang or the law enforcement themselves. 
After minutes of scouring the entire room, he eventually made his way to his cabinet beneath his desk, where he could tell that one of them was pulled open and the little note that he stuck out slightly on purpose every time was gone. 
With that, he knew it could only mean one thing: you found the details of Sunwoo’s biker gang’s hideout and went there personally to confront the biker leader himself. Swiftly, he took his phone out before hastily sending Sunwoo a text. 
Jacob Bae: My sibling is headed towards your biker’s hideout. Please get there and make sure Y/N is safe at all costs. 
The moment he saw that Sunwoo had read his message, he finally fell back onto his chair, letting out a deep sigh of relief. As much as he was afraid that you had ventured into the predators' lair, he knew that as long as you were with Sunwoo, you would be safe from any harm or danger, even if he was the biker gang leader himself. 
Hence, while you were under Sunwoo’s care for the time being, Jacob was able to focus on his job and tried cracking all of the clues and codes he had received so far for the missing person’s cases, all while he tried his best maintaining contact with Sunwoo to keep each other updated on the case as well as your safety through texting one another. 
Things were going fairly smoothly until another missing person’s case was reported to the station just the night before. When he got to the registered location along with his subordinates, his stomach sank when he realised who had gone missing: your neighbour. 
Jacob began to panic as it only meant one thing: there was a high possibility that you would be the next target. 
Since that day, Jacob had worked tirelessly for hours without sleep or proper food. Your life is at stake right now, and he was determined that he was done playing this cat-and-mouse game with the mastermind. With that, Jacob tried searching for as many clues as possible, even the tiniest detail possible, and he went back to the crime scene himself to thoroughly search through the area once again on his own. 
As if it was a miracle, he eventually discovered a strand of hair near one of the flowerpots on your neighbour’s front porch. He quickly took the evidence he had found and ran straight back towards the lab to get the designated ones in charge to do a quick DNA test from the database to find out who it might be.
After hours of extracting the possible information, it had been concluded that it was impossible to narrow it down to a single person as too many chemicals were found on that single strand of hair follicle. But that did not stop Jacob from finding the exact match for who it might be. 
Hence, Jacob went through all of the case files once again, starting from the first case to the most recent, as he laid all of the details out onto his board in his office, writing down all of the necessary information paired along with red strings to help him connect the dots better. He was also going back and forth towards his desktop located on his desk, trying his best to find the right person from the database.
That was when he realised he had limited access to the station’s database. He had never had such issues before, so why had he been blocked? 
At that moment, he knew that his instinct was right and that the law enforcement was hiding something dark from the detectives themselves; perhaps that was why they had an excruciating time trying to gather practically limited information.
Unfortunately for the mastermind who did all of this, Jacob was actually an expert in computer hacking. Before being promoted to lieutenant, he was a renowned hacker in his division before rising to where he is now. The codes were a little harder to crack, but that doesn't mean it was nearly impossible. 
It took Jacob about ten minutes to finally hack into the actual database, and he wasted no time trying to match the hair follicle to a concrete DNA from the database itself. Once the system concluded that there was a match, he wasted no time clicking the download button to get the information down and reveal who it was.
Sadly, he wasn’t able to record down who it was as one of the detectives came barging into his office, pointing his loaded gun at him. Jacob was cornered, and he couldn’t do anything before the detective came over to completely shut off his desktop by pulling out the cords. Instantly, he shoved his gun towards Jacob’s back and guided him out of his office, guiding him to the actual mastermind of this whole crime spree. 
Before this happened, Jacob had typed out a message scheduled to be sent to Sunwoo if anything were to happen to him. It turns out his instinct was right, and he was slowly counting down the seconds in his heart before the time was up, and he felt his mobile vibrate in his back pocket, signalling that the message had been sent. 
As he stepped into the elevator with the detective, still pointing his gun at his back, he turned around before smiling. 
It’s up to you now, Sunwoo.
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Sunwoo’s POV 
“Report what exactly you have found so far, lads.” 
“Certainly, boss!” The young man cleared his throat before setting up the live footage on the laptop and turning it towards his boss’s directions. “It was pretty faint, but you could see the unknown person in the camera drugging the female worker before bagging her up and dragging her body away and out from the factory.” 
Sunwoo narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward to try his best to make out who was on the screen, but since the crime occurred late at night. There wasn’t enough light penetrating through the facility; it was merely impossible to identify clearly who the hooded criminal was. 
But Sunwoo wouldn’t give up quickly, so he leaned backwards on his chair before clasping his hands and bringing them close to his face. 
“Judging from the victims from the recent cases, it seemed as if they have been targeting this specific factory more often as of late. There has to be a pattern going on here,” Sunwoo suggested. 
Upon hearing those words from the biker’s leader, the gang member scratched his head before responding. “With that, boss, what are you trying to propose…?” 
“I’m saying that they will strike there again, that’s for sure.” 
“O-Oh, of course! Well, I will go get the rest of the lads ready—”
“No, you stay put till I give you boys further instructions,” Sunwoo firmly decided. 
“B-But, boss, what are you planning to do?”
“I’m going to check the place on my own first before letting any of you step in there. I’m not going to risk all of your lives like that.” 
The young lad knew how dangerous the whole situation was at hand. Quite frankly, he was one of the lads who often kept Sunwoo updated with all of the security footage that was happening around town since he was one of the bikers who had a talent for hacking into all of Seoul’s security systems without having the law enforcement notice his doing, of course. 
But he knew that the boss was risking his own life by heading towards the location alone. In the worst-case scenario, Sunwoo could even get seriously injured or worse. But he knew that Sunwoo’s words were absolute, and no one had ever been able to change his mind once he made a decision. 
With that, the hacker placed his hands together in front of him, slightly bending his head down before obeying Sunwoo’s orders. “Very well, boss. We will await your next instructions then.”
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As Sunwoo picked up his speed and rode his bike back to the cabin, the only thing that lingered in his mind was how he would explain the change of plans to you. He would’ve never thought that he might have to intervene and head towards the location himself to gather information this soon, or rather, he was hoping that Jacob could do it since he was a detective, after all. 
But now that Jacob is out of reach, Sunwoo had no choice but to take up the job to prevent anyone, especially his comrades, from getting hurt or potentially losing their lives in that targetted location without getting a green flag from someone higher up first. 
Another reason that he was a bit stressed out about the current situation was that it was time for him to talk to you about it; it was time for you both to make a move, and he knew that he couldn’t keep you in the dark forever, as much as he just wanted to tuck you away in this cabin of his and just stayed put and safe there while he and your brother resolved all of this messed up crime spree that was happening in the district. 
It was also because that was the exact factory that you worked at. That could only mean that the chances that you may or may not be the next target were higher than they had expected. 
After those train of thoughts, he finally arrived back at the cabin, and he tried his best to maintain his composure before turning the doorknob to open up the doors and calling out loud for you. 
That was only until you didn’t respond that he began to panic. 
“Y/N? Y/N, are you there?”
Sunwoo tried his best to maintain his calm while going from room to room, calling out for you. When he had finally searched the entire cabin and that you were nowhere to be found, that was when he felt a sink in his stomach, and he was about to go insane any moment now. 
He was now screaming at the top of his lungs for you while running around frantically, even as he stepped out of the cabin and walked down the steps to circle the woods nearby. 
“Y/N! Y/N! Please respond to me! Where are you?!”
His heartbeat was pounding much louder and faster with each second, and he was close to shitting his pants at the moment. An instant regret filled his guts, and he wished he could’ve turned by time so that it would’ve knocked some sense into him that he shouldn’t have left you alone in the cabin, especially when both of your lives were at stake. 
He wasn’t going to repeat the same mistake as he had done before. There was no way he would let history repeat itself, not under his watch.
Y/N! Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU!!!!
Suddenly, he heard a faint grunt from a distance, a little bit towards his left. An unexpected fog clouded the air, making it hard for him to see whoever was slowly coming in his direction. 
With his instinct, Sunwoo quickly pulled out his handgun that he tucked away beneath his leather jacket, quickly loaded the gun and aimed it towards the shadow approaching him. 
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the shadow emerged from the fog, and that was when he finally made out that it was the person he had been longing to find. 
“Sunwoo! You’re back!” You smiled while carrying a box filled with freshly picked fruits in your arms. 
Sunwoo then slowly lowered down the gun and stared at you blankly. To ease the tension and awkwardness, you decided to speak up whatever was on your mind for now.
“O-Oh! Sorry, I know I should’ve stayed put, but like I said, I know how to keep myself occupied. I decided to go for a little walk around, and that’s when I saw this little peach tree growing near the little creak you brought me to the other day. I just so remembered this one peach dessert I used to make when I was a kid, and I thought we could use some desserts—”
Before you could finish your sentence, Sunwoo wrapped his arms around you tightly, making you drop the box of fruits towards the ground. You were stunned by his sudden actions as he said nothing, and you could hear him sobbing for once as he buried his neck into the crook of your neck. 
Sunwoo knew that things were starting to get into his head, and he needed to tell you the truth now, especially with the events that have happened within the past 24 hours, and how he needed to tell you about his recent findings. 
And also about the nightmare he had last night.
There was no point in hiding anymore. Eventually, you would have to know anyways.
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Y/N’s POV
“You look like a stray raccoon, Mr Kim,” you teased half-jokingly, but the other half was also concerned about his appearance. It was how he sat across from you, slumped onto his couch, and looked defeated. It was obvious that something had been bothering him, especially when you knew he had a nightmare last night, but you weren’t going to say anything unless he would tell you all about it himself. 
But given the current situation, the way he looked for you so frantically, and hell, even aimed a gun at you (not on purpose, of course), something has gone wrong, and you needed to know. 
You gently stood up and walked over to sit cross-legged on the ground, gently placing one of your hands onto his that was resting on his thigh, slowly caressing them to help ease the frown on his face. 
“Sunwoo, talk to me about it. I promise your secrets are safe with me,” you gently reassured him, hoping he would finally speak out about whatever had been hindering his mind since the day before. 
With that, he slowly opened his eyes to look down at you; he could tell that you were desperate to get answers, and this time, you wouldn’t take a single loophole in your books. Slowly, he sat back up and leaned forward as he stared at you, giving you his full attention.
“There have been some major updates in the missing person cases, Y/N.” 
“Okay, so we’ll go from there—”
“But before that, I think you need to know about my past, especially why I said your brother has given me another chance in life and why I took on this offer in the first place.” 
You gulped upon hearing that. It was finally time for you to know precisely what the pact they made behind your back was, and you could finally learn more about Sunwoo and your brother's secret life. 
“Remember when you walked into my cabin on the first day? You went straight ahead to the fireplace and had a little good look at the picture frame situated above it?”
“Y-Yeah? Was that your childhood friend or something?” 
“That was…” He paused for a moment before finishing up his sentence. “My little sister.” 
Now, that was something new to you. Nobody has ever heard that the biker gang leader would have a younger sibling or sibling. Most people have assumed that he had only been an only child and was probably abandoned from a young age due to his upbringing and reputation in the district. 
But Sunwoo was here to tell you the truth and to turn those assumptions down. “Regardless of how the public sees who I am, I had a pretty happy childhood. We were a family of four; our days were filled with happiness as we resided in a small village out of town. It wasn’t until my father received a promotion at his job that he decided to bring all of us up to Seoul, hoping for a better life.” 
Sunwoo cleared his throat before he continued with his story. “It was a miracle when my father came home one day telling us he was offered a job at the local police station; neither of us could’ve believed it then. It started off simple: he was just an ordinary security guard at the huge facility until he showed his superiors that he was far more capable than that, and he eventually rose to the ranks of becoming an actual detective.” 
“In other words, your father was my brother’s senior then,” you added, making Sunwoo return to you with a smile.
“Precisely. Years passed, and my sister followed his footsteps, eventually joining the academy and becoming a rookie detective under my father’s supervision. Meanwhile, I’ve decided to stay back and help my mother at her local pastry shop down the road from the station since she needed some assistance anyway. At the same time, I started building this wooden cabin, with the thought of creating a little place where we family could escape to during our free time.” 
You scooched closer, and your hands around his tightened slightly, trying to find the right words to ask the main question. “W-What happened then?” 
His eyes immediately fell to the floor, and his tone suddenly went down an octave, indicating that whatever he would say next would be pretty heavy to register. “My father was sent abroad on a mission, but he unfortunately lost his life in the line. Upon hearing that, my mother died with a broken heart.” 
“Sunwoo, my deepest condolences…” you mumbled. 
“You want to know what’s even crazier, Y/N? That wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever had to go through. It was my sister.” 
You could see that his eyes began to water, and he was trying his best to hold back any outburst of emotions that he might have. Naturally, his hands found yours and held them tight, and you return the favour by placing another hand of yours on top of his. 
“There’s only a sole purpose for me in joining the biker gang: to keep my family safe.”
“In what way, Sunwoo?” You questioned, not really linking on how a biker member could help the detectives when both occupations are the total opposite. 
“I’m pretty sure you know by now about how dark and corrupted the crimes in Seoul are behind the scenes, and there are certain places that are off-limits no matter how far up the ranks you are.” 
“So that’s when you come in then.” 
“Exactly. Even if it’s the smallest thing I can do for them, I would take it.”
“Huh. Very contradicting to your biker image that the public is aware of.” 
“Hey, I need to look good for everyone okay. You never know. I’m pretty sure I have a fanbase somewhere in town admiring my good looks,” he smugged while lifting his head up high. You were glad he could still joke around and was still the Sunwoo you had known despite all the recent hardships. 
“God, I hope your fanbase will have enough to fund themselves. Supporting someone when they do not get anything in return is sad.” 
Sunwoo was annoyed at your teasing and immediately pinched your cheeks and pulled them slightly. “You take that back, I will have you know that I am one of the most good-looking people the district has ever seen in years.” 
“I will have you know that you are wrong because my brother Jacob is a hundred times better than you!” You spat back while holding the hand, almost breaking your cheeks apart. 
The pinching then slowly died down as Sunwoo slowly regained his composure. “Speaking about Jacob, that’s where the next story comes in.”  
As Sunwoo slowly pulled his hand away, you cupped that side of your cheek with your hands, mentally cursing the guy and saying that you would surely get back to him once this whole storytelling session was over. 
“I’m sure you are aware of the infamous case that one of the detectives from the station was the mastermind behind a series of kidnapping cases that happened in our district five years ago?” 
Oh, that. 
It was one of the cases that truly shook the nation down to its core; who would’ve thought that one of the detectives, especially from the elite squad, would have been monitoring and kidnapping young children around the area? What was more unpleasant about the case was that he had a few subordinates to help fulfill his fantasies, and they so happened to be a handful of the detectives themselves as well; some even used to be close buddies with your brother. 
It truly was a traumatising event that happened in your district’s history, and nobody wished such a case would ever happen again. 
“Y-Yeah…it was something my brother wished he could erase from his memory for good. It has impacted him in the worst way possible. Frankly, I wouldn’t want to see him go through such times ever again,” you commented. 
“Well, Y/N. I feel the same way, too. Just like how badly it has played a part in your brother’s life, it also did for me.” 
“How exactly did you even drag yourself into the situation?” 
He sighed. “Not by my own will, Y/N. It was because of my sister,” he squeezed your hands, and he chose his words carefully next, perhaps needing a bit of your strength to finally touch on the topic he has been avoiding for the longest time. 
“My sister was part of the cold case squad at the time, and it just so happened that she was the only female detective in the team. She would work tirelessly day and night, trying her best to dig through each possible available data, even the ones that were off-limits to most detectives. Little did she know that the mastermind himself was closely monitoring every movement that she had made, and she became a victim herself.” 
“Sunwoo…” you slowly caressed his hand, wanting to take him into your embrace right now. 
“Fast forward to the day when she finally emerged from the shadows, Jacob and I found ourselves in a standoff against the mastermind, holding my sister hostage on the rooftops of the police station. And god, Y/N. No words could describe how I felt the moment I laid my eyes upon my sister then, of how dishevelled and disoriented she had become.” 
A single tear drop fell from the corners of his eyes unto your hands, and your heart broke at that sight. Sunwoo had always portrayed how tough he was as if nothing in this world could ruin him to the point of breaking down, at least not in front of someone. He must’ve carried on this trauma for a long time, one that would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life. 
“Your brother did not have the guts to shoot at his supervisor, so I did the favour for him instead. The bullet penetrated through his skull, and it was an instant death for him. My sister then lay on the ground, screaming at the top of her lungs, pushing and kicking everyone that came close to her. Not even I could do anything to help save her then,” he sobbed and choked on his own words. 
“So, my brother came to your rescue then?” You quietly asked. 
He sniffled. “He did. Killing a police officer is a huge crime, and naturally, I was placed behind bars. But your brother fought relentlessly, and I was pardoned and eventually released from prison.” 
“That’s my brother for you.” You smiled, thankful he was still the same brother you had grown to love and admire despite the recent events between you two. 
“But it came with a price, Y/N.” 
“And what was it?” 
“In return for getting me out of prison, Jacob would take my sister’s wellbeing into his own hands. So he placed her under a facility that would care and possibly help her recover, but I was not to know about the location and to ever meet with her ever again.” 
Your heart sank upon hearing that. It would kill you to know that you have to be separated from your sibling for good, and you don’t think you could ever live the same way as you’ve done before knowing that. 
Immediately, you jumped into Sunwoo’s arms, giving him a tight embrace while tears streamed down your face. 
“I’m so sorry, Sunwoo. I’m so sorry that we detectives have failed you. We should’ve been the ones protecting the civilians, not breaking them apart physically and mentally.” You sunk your cheek into his neck; you wished there was something that you could’ve done to ease his pain or even bring his only happiness back to him. 
Sunwoo said nothing but return the embrace to you. He did the same by resting his chin upon your shoulders, slowly moving to the point you felt his lips slightly brushed against your neck as he took in all of your scent. 
Neither of you said anything for at least a good ten minutes, and you both were fine staying that way. You knew that it had taken a massive leap of faith for Sunwoo to address his biggest and darkest nightmare finally, and you were grateful that he had decided to trust you enough to talk to you about all of this. 
Eventually, you found yourselves both snuggled on the couch, just admiring the fireplace while cuddling one another. Sunwoo lay gently on your chest while you constantly ran your fingers through his soft black hair, making him slowly drift off into dreamland. It was obvious that Sunwoo hadn’t had the best of sleep lately because he easily slept within your arms for a couple of hours, not to be awakened so easily. 
And that was fine by you. You have begun to feel that you both were more than just acquaintances. However, you weren’t sure if Sunwoo returned the same feelings for you, but your subconsciousness tells you that whatever happened back at the creek, he must’ve felt something, too. It doesn’t matter if it was the same way as you did; you were more than glad that you had found a place within him.
As you slowly admired his sleeping face, you were now more than determined to put an end to this nightmare the district had been struggling with for months. 
This time, let me return the favour, Sunwoo. 
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The strong wind was constantly hitting your face as you grabbed Sunwoo tightly while he sped on his bike. It had been a few days since, and you finally had Sunwoo to fill you in with the latest news he had when he finally regained himself. 
To say that you were beyond shock was an understatement when you found out that the mastermind was targeting the young ladies at the factory you worked at, and that was how Kisa disappeared and became a pawn in their twisted games. 
But that also meant one thing: you’re the next target, and they have had their eyes on you for a while now. 
You were terrified, that was for sure, but you decided that you wouldn’t tell them to do as they please anymore. As long as you both stick together, you know that you will crack the case open and put a stop to this spree of kidnappings. 
It’s all for the victims and Jacob.
Even for you, Kim Sunwoo. 
As you finally made your way towards the factory, you quickly armed yourselves before stepping into the facility, all while Sunwoo held you close next to him.
It was eerily quiet, and no sign of a human being was in sight. It was unusual how abnormal the whole situation felt; it was as if the entire building had been abandoned. 
Or was it?
In the distance, you quietly alerted Sunwoo of how a faint light had caught your attention, and you could tell it had led to the systems room. Someone was in there, and you have a good guess that they might have been using the building to communicate for a while now. 
Giving each other a nod, you both slowly crept towards the room; that was when you felt a metal object pressed onto your skull. You finally came to a halt while Sunwoo slowly disappeared down the hallway, not noticing that you had left his side.
“Now that’s a good little kitten, don’t you think? You have saved me the trouble of looking for you, Y/N Bae.” 
God, he knew your name. 
You chuckled. “What do you want from us? What do you possibly gain from kidnapping these young ladies?” 
“Oh sweetheart, don’t you know that money is everything in this day and age? Given how we have lived in poverty for so long, it wouldn’t hurt to earn that extra cash and big bucks, no matter how dangerous the situation can be, don’t you think?” 
“You have no sense of morals, then. Treating these young ladies as objects and pawns to your games,” you fired back. 
The man then slowly pushed the metal object that was situated on your skull further deeper as he slowly loaded it, to which you knew that you were now held at gunpoint. 
“Now sweetheart, let me tell you a little something about us. We are predators, and we hunt for prey like you.” 
Now, this seems awfully familiar. 
“I’m afraid that once predators have gotten our eyes on a target, we will not let them go that easily. We are slowly going to devour you up, leaving no traces behind. If you think you could stop us, then I’m afraid you’re wrong, princess. We’re experts in our field of work; we are not to be found that easily even if you were the best of the best detectives in town because that is our nature.” 
That phrase, it’s similar to Sunwoo’s—
“Never in a million years would I have known that you’ve stooped so low, Seunghak.” 
That voice! 
Immediately, the both of you noticed how a badly beaten up individual was thrown in front of you, and your eyes widened upon what you have seen. Slowly, an individual emerged from the shadows, and it was Sunwoo, walking towards you both while aiming the gun at the person behind you.
“Why, hello, dear boss. Or should I say, former boss,” he taunted, smacking his lips as if things had just gotten far more interesting now. 
“Damn, Seunghak. I didn’t know you were the type to switch lanes that quickly. It seems like the biker life wasn’t good enough for you, then,” Sunwoo smiled dauntingly, and you gulped upon that sight. He was back to being the biker gang leader that the entire district was afraid of; you could even tell how the man behind you flinched a little as he began to shiver slightly with the gun still placed on your skull. 
“Can you blame me, though? When you get a plate full of gold in front of you, I’ll do whatever it takes if that means I will have more than enough to spend the rest of my life at ease,” he fired back while beginning to laugh menacingly.
“Besides, what do we do with these ladies in captivity? Oh god, I have been having the best of my life rather than being stuck in the biker's den.”
Instantly, Sunwoo's face darkened upon hearing what Seunghak said, and you could feel as if he was shooting daggers through his eyes at his former comrade.
“You are absolutely sick in the head.” 
“And what if I am? I am living the best life possible, and there’s nothing you can do to convince me to return!” He screamed before pushing the gun to the point that you felt that the metal was going to pierce through your skull any moment now. 
Slowly, Sunwoo started taking a few steps closer while he elicited a low chuckle. “You think you have a place left in my biker gang? You are much better off dead rather than coming back, Seunghak.” 
Immediately, a loud clatter was heard coming from both sides, accompanied by a volume of grunts, before the male began panicking. 
“W-What’s going on?” 
Finally, Sunwoo stopped right merely inched away from you both, and he aimed the gun towards his former comrade’s face. 
“If you think I’ve come unprepared, then that means you are a hundred years too early even to accept the dirty ass pot of gold that was placed so easily in front of your plate.”
Instantly, Sunwoo pulled the trigger, and the bullet penetrated the man’s abdomen, causing him to let out an ear-splitting scream as he tumbled and fell onto the ground, pressing onto his wound to ease the bleeding. 
Unfortunately, Sunwoo wasn’t going to let him off so quickly, as he fired another bullet into his arms, causing the male to lay down helplessly. At the same time, Sunwoo hovered above him, resting his gun upon Seunghak’s cheeks. 
“You’re going to be a dear and tell me who exactly employed you and your boys before I shoot another bullet into your skull, which would kill you off instantly, young man.”
It seemed that the male wouldn’t give up easily as he spat back onto Sunwoo’s face. 
“As if I would tell you easily who is the mastermind behind all of this…no matter what happens to us…not of us are going to tell a single soul about it…our lips are sealed shut—”
A loud bang was heard throughout the entire facility, and you slowly opened your eyes to see that the male was long gone now, having a bullet penetrated his skull. 
Sunwoo slowly got up from the male, dusting his knees while he was at it. 
“You scumbags have no reason to live in this world then.” 
As he turned to face you again, you couldn’t help but slowly take a few steps back, as if you weren’t sure if you would want to deal with the current state Sunwoo was in. Sure, you trusted him, but it was truly the first time you had seen him like this.
Far worse than how he confronted you back at his base. 
This was the true so-called “devil” that people were terrified of, and this was what Sunwoo was truly capable of. 
Sunwoo didn’t say a word as he walked towards you before muttering a few words. 
“Let’s get going and continue to search the place for clues.” 
“O-Okay…” you replied. 
As you both made your way down past the hallways, Sunwoo occasionally stopped giving his subordinates further orders or even asking about the current situation throughout the facility. He had given them instructions way beforehand, and the whole place was now under the bikers' control. 
Since you knew it probably wouldn’t be a good time to disturb nor provoke Sunwoo in his current state, you figured it would’ve been a good time to check out the control room situated just a little bit towards your right. 
You slowly turned your head to see that Sunwoo was engaged in the conversation before you slowly crept away and headed straight towards the room while leaving the door open so that that was an indirect way of letting him know that you were here and doing fine on your own. 
You quickly took in the sight upon you as you took in the dozens of computer screens that hovered above you and how multiple files and USB drives were plugged into the systems, meaning that whoever was here before had been lurking in this place for a while. 
Since your brother was an expert hacker, you naturally followed his footsteps as you got him to teach you all about computers when you were young. In other words, you could consider yourself a little computer geek, and you knew your way around the codes and the systems. 
As you sat down on the chair and began typing away, you could easily hack into the system to find out the dozens of confidential information stored there. Sure enough, you were able to dig through the files and find valuable information about the kidnappings—who the victims were, their way of communication to pass around information, and who was the sole mastermind that commanded Seunghak and his team. 
However, it seemed that it wouldn’t be as easy to determine who exactly was the accurate mastermind as they used an untraceable ID and alias; or rather, they actually communicated through ciphertexts. 
You mentally cursed at yourself for not taking an interest in this particular method of communication back then when your brother taught you briefly. You have always brushed it off, saying you were not made to understand this specific method and always preferred a more accessible way out. 
You were then back to square one again. To find out who was behind that so-called alias and ID, you needed to crack the algorithm and ciphertext to move on. 
Just as all hope is lost, a new message suddenly appears on the screen, and you squint your eyes as you try to read what exactly it holds. When you finally understood what was written, your eyes widened, leaving you stunned for a minute. 
This…this is—
“Y/N!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!!”
Before you were able to make sense of the whole situation, Sunwoo immediately jumped in front of you before you eventually heard a gunshot resonate in the air and eventually a siren followed as you tried your best to catch hold of Sunwoo in your arms, followed by a swarm of bikers filling the control room.
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Sunwoo had no idea how long he had been passed out since then, and he was slowly trying his best to open up his eyelids tightly glued shut together as the light shone through his vision. 
When he finally did, he realised that he was back in this cabin and was lying down on the couch he tried his best to sit up before he felt an excruciating pain that sent shockwaves throughout his whole body.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you.” 
Sunwoo jerked his head to the side to see that you had returned with a first aid box and a bowl of water with a cloth draped before you slowly sat on the couch with him. You took the fabric into your hands before dipping it into the bowl of water, squeezing off the excess liquid before you started wiping off any dirt or blood that was left on his bare chest. 
Neither of you said a word, or rather, none of you knew the right words to say at the moment. Sunwoo noticed how red and puffy your eyes were, and he knew immediately that you must’ve been crying for god knows how long. 
He definitely felt partly guilty for that, but another part of him didn’t know why he did just that, jumping in front of you to save you from the henchmen instead of taking him out with his gun from behind. 
His thoughts were a mess; he no longer knew what he felt. As he quietly observed the way you took care of him, his heart began to ache, and he couldn’t help but gently place one of his hands on your cheeks, rubbing the little area where he saw that there was a slit mark; you probably have gotten injured yourself while he was out. 
That gesture stopped you as you lifted your head to look at him straight in the eyes. Unlike back at the factory, his eyes were filled with mystery again, not the dark, scary one he portrayed as the biker’s gang leader. It felt as if the scene back during the creak was repeating itself. 
“S-Sunwoo…I…” you stammered before you eventually felt his soft lips against yours. 
The kiss was gentle and bittersweet, and Sunwoo did not hesitate to slowly move his lips against yours, showering you with plenty of kisses and savouring the taste of your lips. Your body immediately shut down from that, and you finally eased yourself to return the favour, moving yours against his as you both kissed each other breathlessly. 
His kiss sent shockwaves to your entire body, making you want this moment to last for as long as possible. He gently lifted your face slightly with the hand resting on your cheek, intending to kiss you deeper. That was when you decided to close your eyes and let him take full control of the situation. 
As you both finally broke apart to take a few deep breaths, Sunwoo rested his forehead against yours, just like he did before at the creak. 
It was time, you figured, to finally ask him what you both truly are. 
“Sunwoo…what…what made you finally do it?” You panted. 
He paused briefly before giving you an answer you did not expect. “Do I have you say more than that? I’m pretty sure it’s what you have in mind, Y/N.” 
You were now trying your best to hold back the tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “W-What made you finally feel that way, Sunwoo?”
“I…I don’t even know myself, Y/N. In the beginning, I’ve only seen you as a little sibling that I would protect at all costs because I do not want to repeat the same mistake as I have done to my biological sister. But as we spent more time together, there was just something that I felt within me that made me realise that maybe you’re more than just a sibling to me now.” 
Sunwoo gently lifted your head once more before giving you a little peck on the lips again. “One thing is for sure now: I would protect you at all costs, even if it means I must sacrifice myself. I’m not doing this as a favour to your brother anymore; I’m doing this because you mean a lot to me.” 
With those words, you couldn’t help but smile for the first time in a while before responding to the man himself. “Well, you’re going to have to do a lot of explaining to my brother, then.” 
“Yeah. Frankly, I hate the thought of having to go through that phase. But if it’s you, I’d do anything to get that approval from Mr Bae himself.” He winked. 
“Ew. Gross.” 
“Admit it, you like the thought of us being together and a thing in the near future.” 
“You better hold your horses before I shove this fabric down your throat.” 
“Wow, aren’t you a scary one?” 
You both broke into laughter with that conversation. It has been a while since you both have bickered like that, and you missed this mischievous side of him.
“Well, mister. We’ll have to wait a couple of days for you to be completed healed before we hit the road again.” You announced as you finally stood up from the couch.
“Give me a day to rest up, and then we’ll leave.” 
“Kim Sunwoo, there’s no way you’re healing up within a day with that bullet wound in your abdomen.” 
“If I say one day, it means one day,” he deadpanned. 
“You can’t be serious,” you argued back. 
“One day.”
“No.”
“Yes.” 
You sighed. “We will determine that after 24 hours, then.” 
Sunwoo smiled as he laid back down on the couch. “Well, now that’s settled, we could go through the strategy planning tomorrow. For now, I think it’s time for us to get into bed together—”
“You’re not touching me in my sleep.”
“Oh come on, we kissed, so what’s the matter?” He pouted. 
“We’re not at that stage yet.” 
“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” He begged.
“Absolutely not.”
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Miraculously, it took only a day for Sunwoo to be entirely healed as he drove down the streets, heading back to the capital. You swore that this man was built differently from all of you, and he was a monster at that, able to heal so quickly with a wound that would typically take at least a week or two. 
He was definitely feeling a lot better after a good night's rest, and you guided him into the fireplace before telling him the details you had found back in the systems room. Sunwoo’s eyes widened as he heard about your findings, and never would he have thought that you both would be able to receive that critical information to finally pinpoint who was the exact mastermind behind all of this. 
After hearing your thoughts and suggestions, the both of you quickly took off to one of his nearest hideouts, where he would often meet up with his closer subordinates to inform them about the current plan. After a whole night of planning, all of you were now on the road heading back into the city.
When you finally catch a glimpse of the police station from afar, bittersweet feelings immediately form within you as you know that there would be the last destination to be able to crack the cold case open. You hope that Jacob is somewhere hidden within the facility since you last saw him. 
As all the bikes began pulling up nearby, Sunwoo gave the lads further instructions on infiltrating the building without being detected by the guards. Their mission was to find out where exactly the victims were kept away and to avoid conflict with any detectives that came their way. 
Based on the information you found at the factory, you insisted that it would be best to confront the mastermind since you have gotten a pretty good hunch on who they are and where they might be residing too. But Sunwoo insisted that he was going to stay close to you as much as he could, and he was not going to risk your life once more. 
It took a bit of convincing back and forth, but you finally managed to persuade him to stay nearby but undetected, fearing that the mastermind might flee if they had a sense that you did not come alone to meet them.
So here you were, pressing the exact button that would eventually lead you to the top floor of the building, staring straight into the screen above the lift that indicated that you were slowly going up each second. Your hands began shaking against your own will, fearing that you were finally going to meet your worst nightmare, one that has kept you awake and separated from your own family and friends for weeks. 
As you shut your eyes to take a deep breath, you were instantly cut off from your train of thoughts when you felt someone grab onto your hands and intertwine their fingers with yours. When you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side, you could see that Sunwoo was just as nervous as you were, linking his hands with yours. 
It must’ve been hard for Sunwoo as well; he was also dealing with his struggles when he was with you. But he has never failed to let it get to them to the point that it made him lose all hope and sanity. Perhaps it must have been fate that you were there with him, and you were able to give him a bit of strength and company to deal with all of this. 
Your grip tightened against his, and you looked into his eyes. “Sunwoo…”
“It’ll be over soon, Y/N. I’m sure of it. No civilians should ever experience this nightmare ever again. We’re going to break the chain of history and not let it repeat itself once again,” Sunwoo said confidently, and he was determined that it was time to make a change in Seoul’s dark history of crimes and corruption. 
As the doors to the lift opened, you slowly stepped out of the lift and let go of Sunwoo’s grip and looked at him once more before walking to where you were supposed to be headed. For the last time, you both communicated by looking into each other’s eyes; Sunwoo promised you that he would be nearby and that you didn’t have to worry as he would keep you safe. 
With a nod from you, the doors to the lift eventually began to close, and you constantly kept your eyes glued on Sunwoo before the doors were glued shut. 
Turning your heel towards the opposite direction, you slowly walked along the corridors, passing by multiple rooms before reaching the one at the furthest end. You read the door sign carefully before confirming that you were at the right place. 
Slowly, you lifted up your hands to gently knock on the door before it slowly opened on its own. With a gulp, you stepped in and peered your head through the room. It was dark, and the only light shining into the room was the moonlight from the windows. 
When you were fully physically in the room, the doors behind you suddenly slammed shut again, sending a sense of nervousness throughout your entire body. You had to remind yourself constantly that as long as you can get through this last spurt, everything will finally be revealed, and it will be a chapter closed. 
You could sense that you weren’t alone in this room and that someone was lurking in the shadows. Taking this as your chance to confront them, you finally gathered the courage to speak up to whoever was in here with you. 
“It seems that your time of reign has abruptly ended. It wasn’t easy trying to track you down for months; given your position, it must’ve been really easy to get hold of the young ladies into your care. You surely are a brave individual who was willing to take the risk,” you announced aloud but were again met with silence. 
But you didn’t come here to give up quickly, so you decided to press on. “Say, haven’t you stooped down so low, using your detective position to claim these young women for your benefit? Wasn’t your wife good enough for you? Why resort to kidnapping and eventually trafficking these young ladies for your good?”
Come on, Y/N. Just a little bit more. 
“You even went to seek help from the biker gang. Are you that desperate? Especially when you have sworn that you hate them to the core and would never associate with the likes of them.” 
“Don’t you think so, Uncle Bae?” 
With that last sentence, the room felt much more silent than it already was before you eventually heard footsteps coming before you, finally revealing to the man that you have been trying your best to get him out of the shadows. 
“I’m beyond impressed, Y/N. You are just as smart as your brother; you could easily pull off as a detective for the station.” 
It has been a while since you have seen your uncle. He was the deputy chief of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Department and was often away to deal with heavy and pressing matters requiring him to stay stuck in this office all day or even fly out of the country to do so.
He also took your brother in and gave him a chance as a detective after seeing his extraordinary talent with computers and hacking. After your parents passed, he was the one who has been raising you both just as his children, and he was finally able to let loose a bit once you both entered adulthood. 
He often visits during celebrations as much as he can despite his busy schedule, and you both have always admired him for what he has done to serve the country. He was considered the nation’s hero, after all.
But it seems that not all good things last for long, especially when you receive that concrete evidence and message back in the systems room from your very own brother, revealing who the mastermind is. Why exactly did he choose to do all of this? Your very own uncle, the nation’s hero, to be behind all of the kidnappings that have happened for the past several months. It would be impossible to convince the public that this was the reality that everyone has been living in; that is why it is up to you now to publicly reveal and gain concrete evidence to stop his spree of crimes.
“My dear little Y/N, how exactly did you even crack the code? I was certain that you couldn’t decrypt ciphertexts.” 
So, that was why he used it as a primary method of communicating with the bikers. 
“Well, I’m afraid you have made a fatal mistake. I may not be able to read ciphertexts, but I sure can read morse code.” 
“What?” 
You chuckled. “You may have kept my brother hidden away somewhere, but so long as he is within the facility and was one of the top hackers in the station, he would certainly find a way to hack through the systems throughout the district and even out of town, keeping in a close contact with us.” 
“Just as expected from my nephew, I shouldn’t have underestimated what you both were capable of,” he laughed. 
Unbeknownst to you, you eventually balled your fists up, and you were on the verge of wanting to throw a punch straight into his face despite being family by blood. However, you tried your best to hold yourself back, you have to get concrete evidence first and foremost. 
“Why, Uncle Bae? Why would a successful detective like you do such a thing? Why live a double life?” You asked and pleaded a little to see if he had any sense of remorse left in him. 
But your efforts were wasted. 
“Oh, Y/N. You have no idea how cruel our world can truly be. It doesn’t matter how high your status can be; the city of Seoul will forever remain dark and corrupt behind the scenes, whether you like it or not. In this world that we will live in, it’s like a tug-of-war, Y/N. If you don’t take a step further, then the younger and weaklings will eventually catch up, and we don’t want that to happen, do we?” 
Your uncle then stepped closer to you and began slowly circling around you. 
“There are only two groups of people in the world; either you choose to be strong or stay behind with the weak. It’s a cruel world that we live in, Y/N. When the opportunity comes, take it even if there’s the slightest opening to becoming the strong elite. Take it and do not spare a glance back, even if it means you must ditch your old life behind. You might even need to sacrifice some things or people to realise those goals.” 
“B-But that doesn’t imply why you would turn to crime to achieve those goals, Uncle Bae,” you commented. 
He sighed. “I’m afraid you are still too young to realise it then. Those girls should be lucky that they are still alive. I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” 
Your blood was now boiling, and you were on the verge of genuinely slapping or hitting some sense into your uncle, even though you knew that it would probably be effortless. You just needed to hurt him, make him suffer for all that he has done to all of those young women, even to your friend, Kisa. 
Before you finally shut your eyes, you had to ask him one last question before you were going to reach behind your back pocket for the knife that you had stored away.
“Let me then ask you this, Uncle Bae. What happened five years ago when a detective was responsible for kidnapping young children across the district. Was that your doing as well?” 
In your gut, you already knew what the actual answer would be. But at least you still needed to hear it directly from his mouth. 
“Ah, Minhwan? It was truly a tragedy that he lost his life easily then. He was just a step closer to kidnapping his tenth victim.” 
God, you felt sick to the stomach. He truly was a heartless individual; all of the years of putting up a favourable face in front of his family eventually broke down, revealing who he truly is in front of you now. 
You couldn’t care less if he was your uncle anymore; all you knew was that he was going to hell, and you so desperately wanted to end his life here and then—
“So it was you who made my sister suffer the way she did.” 
That voice! Sunwoo!
You quickly jerked your head behind to see that Sunwoo was now aiming his gun directly at your uncle, but before you could even process further, you were immediately pulled into your uncle’s embrace. He immediately took out his gun from his holster and rested it on your temple. 
“My, if it isn’t the biker gang leader himself! You surely have grown since the last time I’ve seen you.” 
“Never in a million years would I have thought that the chief detective would have been monitoring and guiding the underworld for several years. It would surely be a huge hit in the newspapers and eventually across the globe,” Sunwoo taunted. 
“That would be nice, but I’m afraid you both won’t live through the next sunrise to see it happen because I will be eliminating you both right here and now, starting with Y/N,” he pushed the gun further to the point that it began to hurt. You could tell that one wrong move from either of you would result in a bullet within the two of you. 
You both have to think quickly and strategically before executing the next move. 
“What makes you think you can outsmart me, young man? You’re from the biker gang, for goodness sake!” Your uncle began raising his voice and was now engaged in the conversation with Sunwoo. 
That was when you looked into Sunwoo’s eyes, and you could tell he was trying to tell you something. 
It was as if he meant…
Trust me, Y/N. 
“It is because I’m the biker gang’s leader, Mr Chief. Hence, I can and will outsmart you here right now.” 
With that one last word, Sunwoo loaded his gun and pulled the trigger, aiming straight at your legs. The bullet barely grazed through your skin, and you immediately fell onto your knees, which made your uncle stunned. 
“Hey! Hey! Y/N! Get up! Get up now!”
In the midst of his panic, Sunwoo quickly stepped in and took his hand onto his back before propelling his body forward, slamming him onto the ground. He quickly used his knee to keep him in place. He used his hands to push the chief’s head to the ground while the other held both hands towards his back. 
“Y-You think you’re going to get away with this? You’re a hundred years too fast…” the chief grunted. 
“Actually, I think you might as well start digging your grave now, dear uncle.” 
Immediately, all of you looked towards the front door entrance where the voice was coming from, and your eyes widened upon who you had just seen. 
“Jacob!!!” You screamed out loud; tears might even start falling from the corners of your eyes. 
“Hello, uncle. Missed me?” 
“H-How did you get out from there? There’s absolutely no way—”
“Well, I have my ways. And unfortunately for you, I hacked into the station system, so your computer right there on your desk was recording everything that you said towards both my sibling and the biker gang’s leader; I may have also shared the recording with the local radio stations, so everyone heard it live and in real timing too,” Jacob announced as he was twirling the USB drive in his hands. 
“Why you little scumbag!!” He screamed before Sunwoo gathered his strength to push him down again. 
“I think the scumbag here is you, dear uncle. I’m sure the FBI would be delighted to interrogate the heck out of you and give you the rightful punishment you need.”
“What? The FBI?” He questioned. 
“You actually think I came here unprepared? The FBI has officially raided the entire building, taking the hostages to safety and caught your little gremlins, escorting them to prison at this very moment as we speak.” 
Jacob took a few steps closer before eventually bending down to face his uncle.
“I’m sorry, but your reign of terror ends here and now.”
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It had been a year since that fateful incident. Getting things back to normal surely took a lot of time and effort. 
Thanks to Jacob and the FBI, they have taken your uncle away and placed him behind bars, even at a high security one at that. Throughout the gruelling interrogation that they have had, it seems that your uncle was part of more twisted crimes than what the public was aware of, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment at that, with no chance of parole. 
As for the victims, they were all returned safely to their own families after recovering at the hospital for a while. Thanks to the staff's generosity, the victims were given more than enough care and treatment for them to eventually return to their usual selves.
The Seoul Metropolitan Police Department needed some time to regain the public's trust. To tackle that issue, the officials elected your brother Jacob to take over the chief position and oversee the whole process of rebuilding the entire police department. It definitely wasn’t an easy task and was undoubtedly a huge burden for Jacob, but he did not complain and rather took on the role easily. 
The factory that you used to work in was abolished as the police themselves continued to dig through more uncovered dark secrets that lay below the factory grounds. For the safety and well-being of the public, all authorities have agreed that it would be best to tear the place down, leaving behind a chapter. 
But that did not mean that all workers there met a bad fate. Through the help from the public and the authorities, everyone was given a chance to work at a much better and safer workplace. 
As weeks passed, you scored through all your exams and eventually graduated from university. You were now on the road to becoming a full-fledged journalist, currently undergoing probation under the famous company The Seoul Daily Magazine. You have been enjoying your time here, meeting amazing colleagues and having a healthier work-life balance. 
As for Sunwoo, he decided to return to his biker gang, further leading the upcoming lads to take over the higher positions within their hierarchy. However, it was thanks to the latest kidnapping cases that the public realised that the bikers themselves weren’t rebellious nor posed a threat to society. They have begun to put their trust in the bikers themselves, and they would often be seen hanging out together in town daily. 
Jacob has granted a special position for Sunwoo in the police department, encouraging the male to join forces as their previous one worked out splendidly. According to your brother, Sunwoo just smiled and turned down the offer, saying that the bikers are one big family and would stick by them until the end. 
You smiled as you remembered all of those moments of how Sunwoo had always shared about his lads from the gang, and naturally, you decided to visit them often whenever you got to hop onto Sunwoo’s bike; you both were finally a couple now anyway. 
It wasn’t until the digital clock that was situated right on your table started to go off that you realised that it was finally time for you to get off work. You quickly jumped up from your chair, giving yourself a little stretch before packing your things away hurriedly. 
“Oh, someone’s leaving early today, huh?” One of your co-workers peeked through your cubicle and teased. 
“Someone’s got a dinner date tonight, a very romantic one at that, too,” another one chimed in. 
“It’s nothing, you guys, we’re just having a normal dinner,” you reassured, but clearly your co-workers didn’t believe you in the slightest bit. 
“I bet they’re going to finally do it tonight.”
“What?! How can you say that?! I bet they’re going to propose instead.” 
“Nothing is going to happen, okay? Now, I’m off. I’ll see you next Monday!” 
You quickly clocked out before running down the steps down to the lobby. You were too excited and couldn’t wait for the elevator to reach your floor. Once you finally saw your boyfriend leaning against one of the pillars outside your company, you quickly dashed towards the automatic doors before finally stopping right in front of him.
He was in his usual black leather jacket and cargo pants, but his hair was much longer now, so it covered his eyes if he decided not to part them. But you loved this new look on him, much better when his hair was shorter a year ago.
“Like what you see, sweetheart?” 
“Hmph, don’t get too full of yourself. You barely did just the minimum,” you commented before linking your arms with his as you both walked towards the restaurant that Sunwoo had booked for the night. 
“Come on, I styled myself just for tonight. You might as well give me some compliments,” he whined. 
“I’ll consider it if you order something that I have been craving to eat for a while,” you stuck your tongue out at him. 
“How should I know what you’re craving for the day?” 
“You’re the boyfriend; you should’ve done your research.” 
“Mean.” 
“I spit the facts.” 
You both burst out into laughter after that; you truly enjoyed every moment with this guy, even if you were just bickering over the tiniest detail possible. It was when you both went silent for a while, admiring the Christmas lights and decorations that lit up the entire city. You both finally stopped at the huge Christmas tree in the middle of town, admiring its beauty for a while before heading to the restaurant just a little bit behind the decor. 
“Say, didn’t you mention that I would be your biggest mistake when I first picked you up back at the factory?” 
“Oh…that.” 
“Yeah, that. What am I to you now, princess?” He looked at you with pleading eyes; he was back at trying to get your compliments since he failed the last one.
You sighed before tilting your head towards his direction before planting a soft peck on his lips. 
“You were the best mistake that has ever happened to me.”
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Pairing: idol! Changmin (Q) x female reader 
Synopsis: Your boyfriend’s possessiveness rears its ugly head when he sees you and a fellow idol get a tad too friendly with each other.
Warnings: profanities, mentions of Changbin from Stray Kids, hsrd dom! Changmin, slut-shaming, overstimulation, fingering, squirting, mirror sex, spanking, blacking out, biting, hair-pulling, jealousy, marking, lowkey cnc, Changmin is kinda toxic, breeding, unprotected sex (not recommended, come on you’re smarter than this). 
Word Count: 3.5k
Network(s): @deoboyznet
A/N: This is not an accurate depiction of the individual(s) mentioned and is entirely fictional. Not proofread. Happy Belated Birthday Changmin.  If rough themes trigger you then I strongly suggest that you don’t read this.  
“We’re leaving.” 
That’s the last thing you hear before you’re rudely yanked by the arm and lead away from the conversation you were having, not given the opportunity to even glance over your shoulder at a very confused Changbin. 
“Changmin, I was in the middle of a conversation-” you start. 
“Were you talking or were you flirting?” he seethes. 
“What?”
He doesn’t answer, dead set on getting you out of the club, away from everyone else so that he could have you to himself. 
“Changmin!”
His grip on your wrist tightens and his steps widen, dragging you out to the parking lot as you struggle to keep up in your heels. Releasing his hold on your wrist, he yanks the car door open, looking back at you and gesturing for you to get in.  
“Get in the car. Now.” 
You step away, crossing your arms and trying to stand your ground, “I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what’s got you acting like this.” 
Changmin scoffs, striding towards you faster than you can back away and he sweeps you off your feet, taking it upon himself to get you in his car and head back to his apartment, paying no mind to your protests. He straps you into the passenger seat, leaving a harsh squeeze on your thigh before slamming the door shut and sliding into the driver’s seat. He starts the engine, tires screeching as he swerves out of the lot and speeds away from the club. 
Aside from the roar of the engine, everything is unbearably quiet. You glance at your boyfriend- his darkened eyes focused on the road ahead, jaw clenched, one hand gripping the wheel tightly while his free hand rests possessively on your inner thigh, and right now, you would be stupid to even dare to move his hand away. 
You don’t know what’s gotten into him- throughout the evening he’d been nothing but a gentlemen- extending his hand for you to take as he lead you down the stairs, draping his suit jacket over your lap, and showering you with compliments- but right now it’s as if you’re going home with a completely different person. 
You’re feeling so many different things- frustration, confusion, fear, and you can’t help but feel a little aroused, especially with the way his hand slides a little higher up your thigh, leaving a squeeze from time to time. You can’t recall a single time you’ve seen him like this, and it sends a shiver down your spine when you think about what the rest of the evening entails. 
The both of you make it to the apartment in record time- Changmin practically drifts into the lot before getting out and slamming the door, storming over to your side to jerk you out of your seat. And throughout the walk from the car and the uncomfortably quiet elevator ride, he wouldn’t let go of your wrist. 
After he unlocks the door to the apartment, he hauls you in, and you finally free yourself from his gasp, whipping round to shoot him a sharp glare, feeling yourself reach your limit with his behaviour. 
“What the fuck is going on, Changmin?” 
Tongue poking against his cheek, he replies, “you enjoyed him flirting with you, didn’t you?”
“Who was- are you talking about Changbin? Babe, he wasn't flirting with me!”
“Bullshit.” 
He follows you into the bedroom, fuming while you stand in front of the full-length mirror, removing your jewellery and reaching back to undo the zipper of your dress. 
“Go on, tell me. Tell me you loved it when he whispered jokes into your ear. Tell me you loved it when he brushed your hair out of your face. Tell me you loved it when he had the audacity to put his fucking hand on your thigh. Tell me!” 
You glare at him through the mirror, your patience wearing dangerously thin, “I didn’t- I swear-” 
He stalks towards you, pulling your zipper all the way down, flattening his palm as he smooths it over your spine and his blood boils when he realises that you’ve gone without a bra this evening. “You think Seo Changbin can make you feel the way I do?”
Rolling your eyes, you push his hands away, proceeding to undo the clasp of your necklace. “I never said that.” 
His hand snakes around to rest on your sternum, pressing you to him. “I didn’t ask if you said it, I asked if you think that he can.”
“You’re being ridiculous- and quit touching me.”
“Well, do you?”
“I don’t.”
“Oh, really?”
It seems that no matter what you say, he’s not gonna come to his senses and drop the act. His possessiveness is suffocating and right now, you can’t be in the same room as him. 
“I’m not dealing with this,” you huff, tearing his hand from the base of your neck, turning on your heel and pushing past him until you hear him snap. 
“You’re not getting away with this.”
Before you can get away, you find yourself pressed against the door, confined by Changmin’s body. Your heart races, and despite growing tired of his actions earlier, the display of aggression sends excitement rushing through your veins. 
“Let me go,” you demand, but the wavering in your voice betrays you. 
Changmin snarls, tugging at the shell of your ear with his teeth and leaving you no choice but to feel his breath on your neck, “whether you enjoyed him flirting with you or not, either way, I’ll have to make sure that you get it in that pretty little head of yours that I’m the only one you’ll ever feel.”
Changmin pulls away and tears your dress off your shoulders, yanking it to the floor and a smirk tugs at his lips when you automatically step out of the fabric. 
He stands again, hooking a finger in the waistband of your underwear and he pulls you away from the wall and towards your bed. He doesn’t let you crawl onto the mattress, instead, gripping the back of your neck and forcing you down, your front laying flat on the sheets while you’re bent at the waist. 
You hear the rustling of fabric, the clink of his belt as it falls to the floor, then you feel his hands grip your hips, pulling you right against the bulge in his slacks. The sensation makes you muffle your gasp in the sheets, but you get the feeling that your boyfriend is going to make it impossible for you to hold back. 
He kneels behind you, running a finger over your drenched panties before slipping them off, cursing at the sight of your glistening folds. 
“Look at you… your little cunt’s practically dripping,” he thumbs at your clit, relishing in the way you try to silence yourself and maintain your composure, but your body doesn’t lie. “Who’s this for? Is it for Changbin?”
“N-No…” you whine. 
You feel him press slightly on the small of your back and fingertips prodding at your entrance, and you brace yourself for what’s to come. 
“Convince me.”
With that, he sinks his middle and ring fingers into your heat, dragging along your tight walls, going until they’re knuckle-deep within you.
“M-Min…” you mewl. 
He begins to pump his fingers, pulling them out almost completely before burying them inside of you. “Tell me, baby- do you think his fingers feel as good as mine?”
“I… I- Ah!”
You cry out, the flesh of your left ass cheek stinging from the impact of the blow that Changmin had just delivered. 
“Answer me, slut.” 
“Changmin please- ah fuck!”
It’s not fair. The pleasure he’s building with his fingers has you struggling to breathe, and everytime you try to answer, it feels like his fingers are going faster and deeper, and you can never get a full answer out before he spanks you.   
He inserts a third, pistoning them in and out of you, and just when you feel like it’s too much to handle, he curls his fingers upwards, hammering into the spot which has your knees buckling and cries tearing from your throat uncontrollably. 
“You still haven’t answered my question, baby.”
His fingers speed up, and the constant abuse on your weakest spots has you hurtling towards your release, “Changmin- can’t!” 
He clicks his tongue in disapproval, drawing his free hand back and bringing it down onto your ass with a resounding smack, “answer me!”
“N-No! His f-fingers can’t- oh!”
Your orgasm rips through you, your knuckles turning white as you twist the sheets in your fists. 
“Are my fingers better, baby?”
“Y-Yes…” you whimper, still trying to come down from your high. 
His hand caresses the swell of your ass, palm smoothing over the redness of his handprints and pinching at the flesh, chuckling to himself when you jolt from the pain. You’ve barely recovered from your first orgasm when Changmin shoves you fully onto the mattress, commanding you to get on all fours while he strips himself of his remaining clothes. The mattress dips behind you, then you feel his rough hands grabbing your hips and hiking them up to align with the tip of his shaft and your breath hitches when he nudges your clit
“Now, tell me- Is his cock better than mine?”
You shake your head weakly, your voice barely above a whisper, strained with arousal and anticipation, “no.” 
Satisfied with your answer, his hands squeeze the flesh of your hips, breaching you with the head of his cock, then surging forward to bury himself completely with a loud clap against your ass. A shrill cry rips from your throat from the force of his entry and you struggle to maintain your balance, and when he withdraws, he returns himself to your tight cavern with the same speed, force, and precision. 
He plunges into you, spurred by your frantic moans and cries while his hips slam brutally against your ass, and his inability to shake the thought of you finding comfort in another man shoves him to the brink of insanity.
He jerks you towards him, your back pressed flush against his chest, and the new position enables him to reach deeper within you. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you toss your head back against his shoulder, and Changmin leans down to nip at the shell of your ear as he spews desperate words of his possession masked with malice. 
“You’re going to take me as deep as I need you to… as hard as I need you to… and for as long as I need you to.”
Gripping your jaw, he adds, “nobody can fuck you like I do… not Changbin… not any of my members… only me…” 
You collapse from the force of his thrusts, gripping the sheets and trying to pull yourself away, but Changmin follows your movements, sheathing himself back into you and rests his entire weight onto you as he rips you apart and uses his lips to sear marks of his ownership all over the expanse of your neck and shoulders. 
You can barely get any air into your lungs as you cry out helplessly, your nerves are on fire, Changmin is fucking you so hard that you feel like your brain is melting and spilling out of your ears, and it’s damn near impossible to function. Lightheaded, your mind drifts between Changmin’s demands and the way he’s been so ridiculously jealous because of one conversation with Changbin. 
He reaches a hand around to your bundle of nerves, rubbing furiously and you shriek into the mattress as he forces an early release, gushing all over his fingers and his cock. 
“Call out my name- fucking scream it!” 
“Changbin!” 
Your eyes widen and you slap your hand over your mouth, mortified that another man’s name left your lips. Changmin’s hips still, and he goes quiet as he pulls away from you. It was a genuine mistake on your part, having heard Changbin’s name more than your boyfriend’s, but you just know that Changmin won’t have any of it. 
Fearfully, you turn around to face him and your blood runs cold when you see that his eyes are ablaze with rage. You back away from him, your back meeting the headboard and you try to reason with him, “Changmin, it was an accident, I promise!” 
“Get the fuck back here.” 
Changmin grabs your ankles, yanking you towards him once again and pushes your knees right against your chest, the sudden burn in your muscles drawing a strangled cry from you. And without another word, he impales you with brute force. 
A scream is torn from you as he doesn’t allow you to adjust to his cock, his thrusts fast and punishing right from the start. You weakly rest your hands on his abdomen to try to push him away or get him to slow down, but your attempt is futile. 
Changmin has no intention of slowing down. Hell, he doesn’t even plan on stopping. He needs to ruin you for everyone else. He’s going to make sure that you’re so destroyed that only he can put you back together, and he needs to do it now. 
“How could you,” he grunts, “I’m giving you everything, trying to remind you who you belong to, but all you can think about is him.”
He leans down, not caring about the burning stretch in your legs as you sob, capturing your lips in a heated kiss and tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. He grabs your jaw and his eyes burn into yours, “you think he could fuck a slut like you? He couldn’t, but I bet you’d like to see him try.”
You can’t help but let out a piercing scream when you squirt again, more forcefully this time, effectively pushing your boyfriend’s cock out of you. But your boyfriend is merciless, flipping you onto your stomach, striking your ass and splitting you open with his cock once again. 
“Fucking take it, you slut.”
It’s all too much for you- you’re not spared a moment for recovery, you’re desperately clinging to your last bit of coherence, and every time you think you’ve had enough, your boyfriend only gives you more. Suddenly, Changmin moves closer, panting against your neck, and you absolutely weren’t prepared to feel him graze his teeth along the juncture of your neck and shoulder and bite. 
You wail, writhing in agonising pleasure beneath him, but Changmin only moves lower to sink his teeth into your shoulder blade. 
Changmin moves over to the other shoulder, and with one final punishing drop of his hips against your ass, he bites into your flesh, revelling in your pained whines as his hips still and his seed spills into you. 
He pulls out of you, his cum trickling out of you and onto the sheets, and the lingering sensations of his cock in you and the bites on your skin leaves you reeling. You heave a sigh of relief and let your eyelids flutter shut, but Changmin wraps his arm around your waist, hauling you off the mattress.
“Get up.”
You’re weak, you can barely stand on your own feet and you nearly fall back onto your bed, but a slap against your ass cheek forces you to fix yourself and let him force you towards the mirror. You’ve been going at it for too long and you’re overcome with fatigue, so you cling to the frame of the mirror for support. 
He comes up behind you, holding onto your hip with one hand and using the other to tangle his fingertips with your hair, wrenching your head up and forcing you to get a good look at your reflection. 
The image before you shocks you- your face is damp with sweat and tears, your eye makeup is smudged, your lips are swollen and there’s bright red bite marks indented along the column of your neck. If this is what you look like when you’re at your limit, god knows what you’ll look like when Changmin pushes past them, and the thought has you trembling. 
He keeps his eyes on you, loving the way your back arches, the way you scrunch your eyes closed to cope with the pleasure, and how you clench on his cock like you want him buried within you forever, and this is a sight that he desperately wants to savour for himself. 
Your thighs spasm and you let out a choked sob as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, and you can’t help but squirt all over his thighs and onto the floor. 
“Oh fuck… did you just come from me pushing into you baby? God, you’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
You’re coherent enough to nod in response, biting your lip to hold back your screams as he begins to drill into you, occasionally letting go of your hip to land stinging slaps on the globes of your ass. 
Oversensitive and on the verge of passing out, your next orgasm crashes into you in mere moments, but the tightening of your walls does little to slow the pace of Changmin’s thrusts. 
“Another,” he demands. 
“C-Can’t,” you whimper, but Changmin is less than pleased. 
He releases his grip on your hair and brings it down to the apex of your thighs, the rough pads of his fingers attacking your clit, and you feel like you can’t see clearly anymore. You think you’re screaming, but all you can focus on is the drag of his cock along your spasming walls, his assault on your poor clit, and his possessive claims. 
“So fucking wrecked… all because of me… all for me…mine.”
You’re hauled upwards again, and you watch your reflection as a veined hand grips your jaw to keep your gaze forward and he leans down to whisper harshly in your ear. 
“Look- fucking look at yourself,” he instructs, swatting the reddened skin of your ass, “who did this to you?” 
“You-” you mewl, his grip tightens and the sound of skin slapping gets louder. 
“Scream my name, you better get it right this time.”
“F-Fuck, please- Changmin!” 
You surrender, baring your neck for him to sink his teeth into, and if he had bitten any harder, you’re sure that he would’ve drawn blood. The pain shoves you over the edge, gushing on his cock one more time, and finally, you feel like you have nothing else to give.  
He groans into your skin and comes, hard, ropes of his pearlescent essence painting your tired walls. He continues to buck into you to ride out his high, and you can no longer keep your eyes open. Your knees give out, you slump in his arms, and your vision goes dark.
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The rays of the sunrise are filtering through the blinds by the time you awake, and you find yourself dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers, and an arm draped over you. Your boyfriend stirs behind you, the hand on the underside of your waist beginning to caress the skin.  
“Morning, baby.”
Changmin hugs you closer to him, making your back meet his bare chest. He plants a kiss to the underside of your jaw and you hum, attempting to turn over to face him but instead you hiss in pain. 
“Did you really have to be so rough?” you whine.
“I know it’s no excuse but I just got insanely jealous and overprotective,” he mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, “can’t stand the possibility of anyone taking you away from me.”
You sigh, relaxing in his hold as you joke, “babe, I think I’m the only one who could put up with your shit, so you’re kind of stuck with me.”
He pouts, nipping at your earlobe in playful warning and you giggle at the ticklish sensation. 
“It’s nice knowing that you care about me that much, but just know that I’m not going anywhere. How could I possibly want anyone else?”
He trails gentle kisses from your ear to the base of your neck as a silent “I love you”, propping himself up to hover over you and kiss you properly and feeling his heart skip a beat when you smile against his lips.
“Now, help me walk to the bathroom. I need to shower and there’s no way in hell I’m making it there on my own.”
Changmin laughs, muttering another apology and rising from his place on the bed to help you onto your feet, holding onto you as you take slow steps to the bathroom. 
“By the way, when you see teeth marks on your butt, just know that I’m sorry.”
You stop, looking up at him in shock, “you left fucking bite marks on my ass?”
“I bit it, so it’s mine,” he quips, earning himself a weak smack to his chest and a threat to be bitten back. 
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PROMPT DRABBLE
Prompt: ‘Did you just call me bro? When my dick is in your mouth?
Pairing: Kevin x female reader
WC: 1.7k
Warnings: explicit sexual content, the start of a besties with benefits situ, video gaming, a heated mario kart tournie, kevin secretly likes losing, oral sex (m. rec), it’s a little awkward but endearing 🔞
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“You’re so fuckin’ bad at this, like seriously.”
You laugh into your controller, mostly to disguise the regret you’re experiencing for suggesting the Mario Kart tournament in the first place.
“How many is that now? Five in a row for me? That’s a lot,” Kevin muses, pursing his thin lips.
“Shut up, it’s not five.”
“But it’s not not a lot.”
“I hate you so much,” you groan into the air, kicking your feet out from under the blanket in a tantrum.
“Yeah, yeah. Rematch,” he chuckles, powering through the track select screens and settling on Rainbow Road.
“Rainbow— Seriously, Moon?”
“What? This is a high stakes game, all or nothing.”
“You’re a high stakes game.”
He pokes his tongue out at you, selecting Bowser and his kart while you scoop up Princess Peach (alternate colours, of course). Kevin straightens up next to you, your knees touching as he crosses his legs and shakes out his shoulders, psyching himself up.
Focused and totally in the zone, you wave your way between Luigi and Toad, crashing against Donkey Kong and drifting down the rainbow-coloured planes of light, hammering the acceleration as you see Bowser just ahead of you.
“Got you, fucker!” you growl, turning with the controller as you navigate.
“Yeah, no, sorry,” Kevin laughs, throwing a banana skin over his shoulder at the precise moment you pull up behind him, causing Peach to spin out in place. Donkey Kong and Luigi whizz past you, Mario makes a hooting sound as shucks you on the way past for good measure, and rage courses through you.
“You son of a—”
“Language, darling.”
Your laugh is borderline hysterical as you whizz back into action, smashing through a star powerup, courtesy of being last place.
“Fuck yeah!” you trigger the powerup, excitement building as Peach flashes all the colours of the rainbow, bombing through obstacles and sticking to the road like glue, flipping over Yoshi and Toad as seventh place becomes sixth, fifth, fourth, then third.
“This game is so rigged,” Kevin complains.
“You’re so rigged.”
You maintain third place for the next two laps, exclamations of anger and hilarity coming from both of you as actively try to fuck the other over with powerups and drifts and anything you can use. Nothing is off the table.
“Come on, come on…” you mumble incessantly as third place becomes second, dodging a green turtle shell that Bowser throws back from his cemented first place position.
You can feel the tension rolling off Kevin in warm wave;, he’s as stiff as a board next to you, totally focused. You’re not much better off.
The finish line is in sight, your karts soar through the air to the last stretch of multi-coloured road after being shot out a cannon, and you’re all but flush to the television with how close you’re leaning.
“Come on! Fuck! Please!” you bounce in place, crashing through a final row of powerups that just might spell your victory. The icons roll above your kart, and lo and behold…
“Oh my god! This is it; this is the one, Moon!” you roar, depressing the trigger to activate the mushroom booster.
“No!”
Peach speeds just an inch or so past Bowser, right over the finish line in delicious, delectable, oh-so-fucking-tasty victory. You throw your arms to the air, launching the controller with it and falling back to the floor, laughing in borderline hysterics as Kevin crumples forwards, wailing in despair.
“I can’t fucking believe it,” he whines.
“Believe it, baby.”
“I still won that tournament, though.”
“Wh— No. You said this match was all or nothing,” you sit up, glaring at him. “Don’t be a sore loser.”
He shrugs, fidgeting in place. You notice the flush to his cheeks, the pink tinge to his ears. It is warm in here, you suppose, and that was nothing if not intense.
“Want me to open the window?” you ask, clambering to your feet without waiting for his response.
“N— No. I’m fine.”
“Sure? Looking a little warm there, buddy.”
“Hey,” he grabs your wrist, bringing you back down to the floor with a thump. You blink at him, detecting the curl to his lips, the way his hands have disappeared beneath the blanket.
“What?”
“Nothing. Never mind,” he shakes his head, clutching the blanket to his lap as he stands up.
“What is it? You’re being weird,” you laugh, pawing at the blanket he’s still holding against him. He yanks it of your reach, side-stepping around you towards the bathroom.
“It’s nothing, I just… Can you not do that?”
“Do what? This?”
You lunge for the blanket again, getting a good grip and tugging it out of his hands, exposing what he was undoubtedly trying to hide. You slap your hand out of your mouth, momentarily stunned.
“Yo, what the fuck?!”
“Oh god. I’m so sorry,” you can’t help but stare at the tent in his shorts, right at your eye level.
“I told you not to do that!” he complains, scrabbling for the blanket again and covering himself.
“You’re… You’re hard, Kev,” you state the obvious.
“No shit.”
“But why?”
“I don’t fucking know, these things just happen,” he grumbles, the tips of his ears burning scarlet.
“Does Mario Kart turn you on?” you ask him sombrely, brows pulled together. That gets a laugh out of him, does something to disseminate the awkward.
“Fuck off.”
Then, a thought strikes you.
Kevin is your bestie, there’s no disputing that. But you’re not sure where along the line you forgot he was also a man. And a rather well-endowed one, by all accounts.
Curiosity gets the better of you.
“If I ask you to do something, will you think I’m weird?”
Kevin cocks his head at your question, cheeks still tinged pink, strands of dark hair cling to the sides of clammy neck.
“Can you… show me?” you ask.
His eyes bug out, jaw falls agape as he registers what you’re asking, but he makes no move to recoil.
“You want me to show you my dick?”
You nod.
“My dick?” he clarifies.
“No, the other guy that’s here with us.”
“S— Sorry,” he stammers, swallowing. “Just… what for?”
You shrug, clambering to your knees and scooting over to him, settling back on your calves as you kneel under him. Looking up at him like this, his wide, dark eyes blown out and a little confused, you think you could get used to the view. You’re not sure you should.
“Curious,” you mumble, tracing your fingers up his legs to the hem of his loose shorts.
Kevin says nothing, simply watches you intently as you get a grip on his shorts, tugging them down slowly. His chest heaves, he helps you lower them over the curve of his hips when they stick, cupping a hand over his clothed erection.
“Can I?” you pinch at his boxers, heart racing.
“This is weird,” he laughs gently, but doesn’t stop you.
His cock springs free when you pull them down with both hands, he catches himself and wraps slim fingers around his shaft, stroking himself. You watch with morbid fascination, how the veins pulse and throb when he touches them, how he gently squeezes the head and stutters a breath when he does. It’s a shade of soft pink, blushed rose at the tip, looks so smooth.
“You’re big.”
It’s a mindless comment, but you regret it the instant it comes out of your mouth. Kevin’s face twists with pride, breaks into a smirk of satisfaction.
“Don’t let it go to your head,” you roll your eyes.
“Too late.”
He works himself a little more, long, controlled strokes until a bead of precum collects at his slit. Your mouth waters, an urge you’ve certainly never felt around Kevin comes over you.
“You can suck it, if you want,” Kevin whispers.
“I kind of do.”
Your admittance is a shock even to you, but you’re past the point of embarrassment as Kevin brings his hand to your cheek, thumb grazing the skin of your jawline, glossing over your bottom lip. It’s foreign—definitely a little weird—but that doesn’t put you off. You outstretch your tongue, lapping at his head and smearing the precum. It’s soft on you, velvety and warm. Kevin hums with the sensation.
“More,” he groans.
You give him more, bracing on your haunches to wrap your hand around his base, pumping slowly while you slip your lips over his solid length. Kevin throws his head back, sighing with content when you hollow your cheeks and swirl your tongue around him, taking him as far as you can reasonably go.
“Fuck.”
His exclamation makes your gut swoop with desire and pride; something you’ve never felt around him before.
“Little faster,” he instructs, lacing slim fingers into your hair, canting his hips just enough to indicate the pace he likes.
“Sure thing, bro,” you mumble around him.
He hisses with the vibrations before releasing a throaty laugh, removing strands of hair from your face.
“Did you just call me bro? When my dick is in your mouth?”
You giggle around him, tasting salty release beading from the tip of his cock. Picking up your pace, you close your lips around him snugly, matching your hand motions to your head, coaxing gasps and stifled groans from your best friend to the tune of Mario Kart’s victory screen still playing on the television set. His thigh tenses under your free hand, his eyes glaze over as he begins to tremble, bucking into your face just a little harder, a little faster.
“Close… Fuck, I’ll come,” he whines, and it’s nothing short of that: a whine. Makes your stomach feel strange.
You nod in understanding, continuing your ministrations, his cock hot and heavy on your tongue as he pulses and releases, one spurt after another coating your mouth and lips, dribbles sliding down your throat before you can stop it. It’s a lot—you wonder if every guy comes as much as this—but you take it all.
“Wow,” he eventually breathes, after a moment or two of collecting himself. He drops to his knees, pulling you into his arms and kissing your cheeks, your forehead, everywhere he can reach that isn’t your come-coated lips.
“You’ve been holding out on me.”
“I really just sucked your dick, didn’t I?” you rasp, your throat a little hoarse.
He nods, eyes alight with a wicked idea, his complexion still rosy and blemished from the high. You’re not sure you want to know what he’s thinking, but if this how he gets every time he loses at Mario Kart, you have some serious practice to put in.
“I showed you mine,” he winks cheekily. “Now show me yours, bro.”
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