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Genre: Dark Fantasy | Horror Romance | Folklore Fantasy | Monster AU
Warnings: human sacrifice / missing girls, fear-based tension, possessive love, moral ambiguity.
Summary: The village worships him as a saint, but the girls who pray too closely vanish. Only you surviveā¦ and belong to the monster beneath the halo.
The village was small, forgotten, and hemmed in by cliffs that rose like ancient walls. No one came through except traders who whispered warnings to passersbyāstrange things happened there, they said. Girls disappeared. Livestock went missing. Some claimed the stone chapel at the center of town glowed faintly at night, as if the walls themselves were alive.
And at the center of it all, they said, was a man.
Or something like one.
No one knew where he had come from. Some said he appeared centuries ago, walking through the mist with hair like molten ink and eyes that burned brighter than candles, offering healing, blessing, miracles. Others whispered that he had always been there, that the village had been built around him. Either way, he was worshiped. Revered. Feared.
They called him a saint.
But saints did not eat. Saints did not watch girls kneeling too long in devotion vanish without a trace. Saints did not leave the faint scent of iron and decay wherever they stepped.
You had heard the stories as a child. Girls who prayed to him too ferventlyātoo closelyānever returned. They spoke of how they had been āblessed,ā but if you asked the villagers, they only smiled politely and averted their eyes. āA saintās work is mysterious,ā they said.
And now, at sixteen, the priest had brought you to him.
The chapel doors groaned under the weight of centuries as you were pushed inside. Torches flickered along the walls, casting long, shivering shadows that twisted like crawling things. And there he was.
Hyunjin knelt at the altar, hands folded over silk robes that gleamed like molten silver in the torchlight. His head was bowed in apparent prayer, but when he lifted his gaze, his eyes glimmered goldenāhungry, infinite, and unhuman.
The priest stepped back, muttering blessings, lips quivering. āDo not resist, child. He is the saint who will protect you.ā
You wanted to protest, but the weight of the villagersā fear pressed on your chest. The stories clawed at your mind. Girls who went before you never returned.
He rose from the altar, moving toward you with the grace of a predator. Every step made the air pulse; the chapel felt smaller, suffocating. You felt itāthe pull, the ancient, unholy power that clung to him.
āYou came willingly, little one,ā he murmured. His voice was smooth, a knife wrapped in silk. āThat is wise. Or foolish. Perhaps both. I prefer foolish.ā
His hand brushed the back of your neck. Cold. Sharp. Almostā¦ alive in ways no human flesh should feel. You shivered.
āThey call me a saint,ā he said, tilting his head. āBut they do not know. They never know. Saints do not feed. Saints do not touch. Saints do not mark the girls who kneel too close. I do.ā
Your stomach lurched. He was smilingāsoftlyābut the corners of his mouth held something feral. Not human. Not saintly.
āYou are trembling,ā he said, voice dropping, golden eyes glittering in the torchlight. āDo you know why?ā
Because he was watching. Watching you. Waiting. Hungry.
āYes,ā you whispered, though your lips quivered. āIām afraid.ā
āGood,ā he breathed. āFear is honest. It tastesā¦ better.ā
And then the chapel seemed to shift. The walls pulsed with shadows, creeping along the stones. The torches flickered, casting the light on shapes you had not noticed before. The bodies of girls, or what remained, pressed into the corners, their features distorted, eyes hollow, smiles carved wide and unnatural. They stared at you, silent witnesses to your fate.
āDo not scream,ā Hyunjin warned, stepping closer. His presence made your knees weak. āYou will not want to leave.ā
He crouched, golden eyes level with yours. The scent hit you thenāiron, blood, something old and rotten beneath the surface of incense and candlewax. Hunger. It was not just in himāit was him.
āThey come to me,ā he said, voice soft, almost intimate. āThey kneel. They pray. And thenā¦ they are mine. And now, so are you.ā
You tried to step back, but the shadows pressed closer, holding you in place. His hand lifted, tracing your jaw with unnatural delicacy. He leaned forward, and you felt the pull of his essenceāsharp, sweet, predatory.
āYou will not become them,ā he whispered. āYou will beā¦ different. Chosen. Blessed. Loved.ā
The word tasted wrong on his lips. And yet, part of your body responded anyway. Fear mixed with something darker, something dangerous you could not name.
His teeth glinted as he smiled. Not fully human teeth. Not fully human mouth. The chapel seemed to close around you, the air thick, the shadows crawling, the candlelight bending toward him.
āI feed on devotion,ā he said, voice low, almost a growl. āI take what they offerā¦ and leave nothing else. But youā¦ā
His hand fell to your chest, over your heart. You felt it beat against him, a rhythm that was somehow familiar, somehow his. āYou are mine. Not theirs. Not for the village to claim.ā
The shadows shifted behind him, coiling, watching, hungry for what they could not take. His lips brushed yoursānot gentle, not sweet, not human. Sharp, claiming, marking. You tasted iron, fire, fear, and something intoxicating.
āI have waited,ā he whispered, gold eyes boring into yours, āfor one who would kneel to me and not break. And youā¦ you will not break.ā
And then he withdrew, only slightly, just enough to show the fangs beneath his smile, the inhuman glint in his gaze. The chapel breathed with the weight of the vanished girls, the fear of the priest, the hunger in the shadows.
You were trembling. Wanting. Afraid. And stillā¦ alive.
āDo not call me saint,ā he said softly. āI am not. I am the hunger you will never understand. The devotion you cannot escape. And I have chosen you.ā
Outside, the village slept, ignorant. Inside, the walls of the chapel throbbed with dark life. You belonged nowānot to the village, not to anyone human. You belonged to the False Divinity who would teach you fear, love, and desire, all in one bite.
And as he leaned toward you again, you realized you would not want to leave.
hyunjin never acted like this. you had never seen him behave so much like a serpent. was he experiencing an unusual kind of heat? did snakes do that...well u just gotta find out
i love this concept so much ill scream-
reblogging > liking
-contains mature themes (two dicks and a split tongue ahhh)
snake hybrids weren't exactly judged well in society. stereotypical beliefs calling them mean slithery liars who manipulate people.
they were just misjudged. misunderstood hybrids who needed affection too. maybe the energy exhuded made them look tough and deadly but deep down they were sweeter than even bunny hybrids.
thats why your boyfriend, hyunjin is always by your side.
theres nothing quite different about snake hybrids. except for the patches of scales on different parts of their body.
however some had no scales, instead just forked tongues. hyunjin was no exception. patient and mind numbingly soft at all times. snuggling into you every now and then.
thats why when you step into the house,you aren't expecting the strong whiff of a certain peculiar smell. its musky and fills the whole apartment.
you don't even know what you're smelling until you're embraced by him. his body warm, reeking of musk. intoxicating your senses.
"hyun-" you let out hurriedly, dropping your bag on the ground in shock. his face buried in your neck. hands running all over your body.
practically pushing you against the door, slipping his left hand between your legs while his right hand grabbed your backside. gasping at the way you seem to float off the ground. he's picking you up quicker than you can even process.
"what's going on? baby?" you say, trying to wriggle out of his firm hold. he's stronger than before and he continues holding you off the ground.
hyunjin hisses.
he fucking hisses.
and your eyes widen. thats only the second time he's ever hissed at you. once during an argument and right now. did that mean he was angry?
"heat." is all he says, huffing as he slams the bedroom door open. throwing you on the bed. not caring at the funny way, you bounced on the soft mattress.
"what do you mean? I thought snakes..don't get heats..."
you questioned. watching as he paced around the room, trying to control himself.
taking off his hoodie. arms out on display. shining with a thin layer of sweat. his hair soaked.
"fuck i don't know...i was washing our clothes and i got the smell of your shirt..."
he mumbles, and your eyes go down to where theres a prominent bulge in his pants. a wet patch staining the material.
"and its like my senses went wild. all I was thinking of was you. fucking you over and over again..." hyunjin slurs, his forked tongue peeking out.
"jinnie...your tongue"
you whisper. intrigued at how his tongue slipped past his lips every few seconds. he had never done that before.
"i can't control it-" he covers his mouth, gazing at you with needy eyes.
were his eyes always so sharp, you wondered.
"its okay baby, breathe" you reassure, opening your arms for him to come to you. and he does. resting his head on your shoulder, his weight pressing you down into the bed.
leaning into kiss him innocently when all of a sudden, his hands are on either side of your face, pulling you in for a needy kiss.
brain shutting off at the feeling of his forked tongue licking into your mouth. forcing you to be submissive because you knew you wouldn't win this battle.
.
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"j-jinnie" squirming under him.
his hands pinning your lower half down. head buried between your legs. your toes curling everytime he maneuvered his tongue to simultaneously flick at your sensitive clit and slip between your swollen lips.
"shhh"
u don't know if he's shushing you or hissing at you.
because the next thing you feel is his fork like tongue pushing all over your folds. fingers digging into your hips with strength that had your cunt throbbing.
whining at the loss as he lifts his head up. teasingly using the tips of his wet muscle to prod at your bundle of nerves. face contorting in pleasure at your taste. breath heavy on your warmth.
"breed." he blurts out, surprising himself. your mouth opening in shock when his nails dig into your waist.
his nails had grown longer, into claws and the once hardly noticeable scales on his forearms became visible. gradient shade of black and grey.
"hyun! h-hyunjin, baby b-bab-"
writhing higher into the mattress as he pushed your legs further apart.
nestling his split tongue over your swollen pussy. teasingly managing to place your clit in the Y of his wet muscle.
had his tongue grown longer because you could feel him so deep...
.
.
"h-hyun?" you whisper, gripping his arm to relax your body for him. scales textured and rough under your calloused palm.
"m'right here, baby" hyunjin cooes. placing a hand flat on your lower stomach. eyes fixed on where he was prepping you.
with both his dicks. rubbing the tip over your folds while the other pressed into your entrance. leaking more and more slick that mixed with your own arousal.
"almost in, my love" nudging the first one in with extreme care. your fingers grasping at him. his jaw hanging open as he pushed in, groaning when he slid halfway in.
spreading your thighs so he could start to push his second dick in. the sensation and stretch making you cry in a mix of pain and pleasure.
snake hybrids had two features that only a person who they were close to, would find out about. a forked long tongue means their dicks are the same as well.
hyunjin was not particularly big. actually he was slightly above average considering snake hybrids had longer lengths and lesser girths.
hyunjin had thicker girths and the length of both his dicks were just perfect. neither too big nor too small.
but right now, he felt bigger.
he felt longer. he felt hot.
thats why when he pushes both of them past your entrance, you let out a muffled scream. eyes rolling back at the fullness. quite literally stuffed like this, for the first time.
"f-fuck gonna take me all in"
lowering himself to look down at you. his arms on either side of your head. placing his larger hands on your face. lips brushing against your open mouth.
"thats my precious girl~" and your pussy spasms around him.
getting him soaked because the way the word 'precious' rolled off his tongue, could make you cum on the spot. rolling his s's and a few other alphabets in a serpent like way. something he'd usually never do.
a firm thrust that has your hands flying up to hold onto him. clawing at his back while he buried himself deeper into your cunt. stretching you out with every rough movement.
the scales on his back were larger and travelled down his spine. groaning as you scratched down his back, hard enough to leave red imprints.
"gonna take my cum like a good mate, yes~" hyunjin hisses, watching you so closely. letting his tongue run over your front teeth, all the way down to your bottom lip.
you nod at his statement. wrapping your legs around his waist. pulling him closer. not caring if his patterns of uneven scales scratched you here and there.
plush lips kissing you with such intensity. his nose pressing into your cheek. pushing you deeper into the pillow. trailing a hand down to where your chest touched his. grabbing a handful of flesh and squeezing hard enough to make you arch your back.
taking the opportunity to thrust in deeper. your bottom half nearly lifted off the bed with his strength.
pads of his fingers pinching and pulling at your sensitive nubs. hooking your leg higher so he could change the angle. filling you up with warmth. it makes your eyes struggle to stay open.
Notes: credit for the beautiful dividers by @cafekitsune <3
I know this isn't my best but I just really loved the idea
Warnings: language, mentions of drowning, passing out, sharks, angst
You often went fishing on your own. It was one of your favorite pass times, seeing as you grew up on an island.
It was a small but loving community, and you found solace in it's silence.
You never killed something on purpose, always throwing your catches back into the water.
There was a group of guys swarming around the rent a boat business you came to once a week, and you found yourself scoffing when you were placed on a larger rent a boat with the group.
"Sorry, y/n. Your boat is in the shop. A hole was found in the bottom. But this way, it's a lot cheaper for you,"
John said, awkwardly scratching at his nape.
You rolled your eyes, getting on the boat. The guys mostly kept their distance, too busy playing around with their rods, getting the hook stuck in one of their hoods.
They were immature, and extremely loud and lewd.
Ad the boat drifted into deeper territory, they all started shoving one another, making the vessel shake. Your balance faltered, and you nearly dropped your rod into the water.
"Hey! Do you mind? You scared off my catch, you pricks," you yelled at them, pacing towards the blonde haired boy.
"What are you gonna do about it, princess? If you didn't want to have fun, you should have gotten on a different boat,"
You scoffed.
"Fishing is me having fun, asshole. Your the ones preventing me from doing so," you turned, about to stride towards your side of the vessel when suddenly you felt your shoulders caged.
"If you wanna catch fish so bad, go fetch," you heard the voice say behind you.
Suddenly, the strong grip led you towards the edge, a strong shove sending you overboard.
You yelled as you felt the cold water nip at your skin, the tide engulfing you as you thrashed.
Your head bobbed above water, and you heard the sickening laughs of the teens above you.
The boat drifted off, leaving you stranded in the depths of the sea.
It was miles from the island, you wouldn't make it if you attempted swimming.
Still, despicable knowing that, your survival instincts made you swim, struggle with the push of the waves.
You pushed yourself for what felt like hours, your vision blurring as you inhaled salt water, the burn keeping you alert. Your limbs felt as if they were on fire despite the freezing water surrounding you.
You felt your eyes closing against your will, your body stilling as you floated, exhausted. Black was all you saw as you felt your brain turning to mush, a large crash of the sea slamming itself onto your body, pushing you below the surface.
You woke up, startled, coughing aggressively. You felt the water swishing in your lungs. You lunged forward, feeling it creep up your esophagus, spitting it out. The salt made it burn.
After you were done hacking up bits of the sea, your eyes adjusted to your unfamiliar surroundings.
It was almost like a nook, the ones you would see in the movies behind a waterfall. The rocks were moist and glistening, and a soft sound of water hitting water filled your ears. There was also a pit filled with water a few feet from you.
Your clothes were damp, and your back ached from laying on stone. You weren't sure for how long.
Wait. How did you end up here?
You looked around again, noticing no other life than you and a few bugs.
Splash!
You whipped your head back to the body of water, noticing a large fin smacking back down, the stray water hitting your exposed legs.
You got up to sit on your knees, glancing into the water.
What you saw frightened you.
Despite the large tail you just saw, when you peered at the figure, you saw a human-like form.
It was blurry from the waves, but you saw a pale skinned boy with light blonde hair, his figure shaking with the tide. His pale body seemed to end near his waist, the color darkening immediately to a dark gray.
But that wasn't what scared you.
It was his eyes. They glowed yellow underneath the water.
You jolted back when he appeared to be rising to the surface, your breath quickening.
You scuffed your knee against the jagged rocks that made up the ground you sat on. You winced, eyes drifting immediately to your fresh wound.
Your mind was still fuzzy from the pressure of the water and new found pain on your leg that you didn't notice the creature coming out of the water.
"Hey! Careful, you could really do some damage," you heard the voice say.
His voice was deep. And had a thick accent to it, compared to the people in town.
You were so surprised. Surely, his top half looked human, but you didn't expect him to be able to communicate.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked again.
When you finally looked at him, you saw he was plopped at the edge of the rock where it met the water.
There was no shallow parts there, just a straight dive into the deep.
"What?" You were still confused about the whole situation, suddenly wondering if you were dreaming.
"Are you alright? Do you know your name?" His gaze turned into concern, looking around for what? You didn't know.
"I'm fine, I think...I'm y/n," you stutter, suddenly feeling cold.
"Ah. A pretty name. I'm Felix. You look hungry," he observed, bringing his finger out to poke your knee.
You flinched, pulling back.
"Sorry...I've just never seen a person so up close," he muttered, pushing his body back into the water, his head still above the surface.
"You eat fish?" He asked.
"Yes, I do,"
Without another word, he left.
You were stuck in this dome like cave with very little lighting, since the sun was going down. You took it upon yourself to look around, and was surprised to find some dead plants.
You brought it all to one corner, grabbing some jagged rocks. You scraped them together aggressively, and eventually, you had a small fire.
You hoped it would last.
When he came back, there was a torn net holding at least twelve fish, and you chuckled as he hurled himself up the ledge, sighing dramatically.
"Wasn't sure how much people eat so I got extra!" He grinned.
You noticed his sharp, jagged teeth, but for some reason, it didn't bother you as much as it should have.
"What are you?"
It came out before you could stop yourself. It was weighing on your mind for a while, giving you time to ponder while he was gone.
His smile faltered before he hid it quickly.
"I'm a shark," he said simply with a grin, opening the net of fish.
He grabbed a stick next to him before spearing the aquatic animal onto it.
"Are you sure? Sharks don't really...talk?" You took the stick from him, holding it over your small fire.
"I don't know? Me and my friends are all like this. I mean- they aren't sharks, but we can all talk? My dad called us hybrids,"
"Hybrids? So your half human?"
"I think? I mean I kinda look like you, but then the other half doesn't-"
He proceeded to keep handing you fish to cook, and you continued to while speaking with him.
"So your friends? You said they aren't sharks?"
His eyes sparkled at the mentions of his friends, his posture straightening.
"Nope! We're all different. I mean, one is a dolphin, the other is a squid, another a sea horse. We all couldn't be more different."
You nodded.
"So they aren't scared of you? Your a predator hybrid," you say, curious.
His eyes widened.
"Oh god, no! I have never hurt them or anyone. Honestly we're fearful of Minho, but I'm a playful way. He's the dolphin,"
You smile.
"I hear dolphins are the most dangerous animal out there,"
You both laughed.
"You might be right,"
It became silent suddenly, but it was a comfortable silence. The fish we're all cooked, so now you both ate.
"Do you remember how you got here?" Felix asked after cleaning the mess up.
You stilled, forgetting completely that you don't belong here. But he made you so comfortable, it feels like you had known him for years.
"Uhh, I fell off a boat? I was fishing I think." Your brain once again turned into mush.
"Two boys pushed you off the boat, y/n. I was lucky I got to you in time. The currents were harsh."
His eyes filled with sadness, his arm reaching up to rest on your calf.
You looked back at him, gauging his words. You remember yelling at the boys, but not being pushed off.
"I forgot," was all you could say.
"Listen, maybe you need some rest. It was a stressful day, after all. I can take you back to the island in the morning?" He tilted his head, his sharp teeth flicking through his lips.
"Oh, yeah. Sure. What about you?"
"I don't sleep much. I can keep the fire going, and go to find something for you to use on the water. If I don't, you'd probably get hypothermia," he grinned, his fin flicking against the water.
You smiled.
"The fire won't hurt you, will it?"
"No. As long as I get back to the water afterwards," he shrugged, scooting over to tend to the fire. "See?"
"Thank you Felix," you laughed, suddenly feeling insanely tired.
The last thing you saw was a heartwarming smile from him before it went dark.
You woke up to the sound of splashing, and fought the sun to open your eyes.
"Y/n? You ready to go?"
Your eyes Open to a cute, wet Felix. Behind him was a floating piece of wood, one that would be able to carry your weight.
"Yeah,"
He led you onto the platform, gently caressing your waist.
"Comfortable?" He asked, his hands hooked onto the sides.
"Yes, Felix I'm okay," you pat his head, watching his face contort into many emotions.
"Alright, I'll be under the water this entire time, pulling from a rope okay?"
He almost looked like he didn't want to leave you out of his sight. It was endearing.
Wat you didn't know, however, was that he watched you sleep for hours. Not in a creepy way, but he knew it was cold, and didn't want you getting sick or anything. He admired you and your form. He would kill to have legs, and everything else that you do. Life underwater was harsh, even for him. It didn't matter if he was a shark hybrid or not. His caring and empathetic nature wouldn't let him be the predator he should be.
After making sure you were settled, he led you back home.
It took around thirty five minutes before you saw the big piece of floating land, but when you did, you felt your speed slowing down.
"Felix?" You asked, since he didn't come out of the water yet.
The water here compared to the cave was a lot darker. Why? You didn't know. But you were worried the rope cut loose and he didn't know.
It wasn't until you heard water from behind you that you started to worry.
"Felix. What's wrong? Did the rope snap?" You asked, bring your hand up to his wet hair.
He almost looked as if he were going to cry.
"Are you gonna forget about me, y/n?" He choked.
Your heart nearly broke.
"Of course not, Felix. Why would you think that?" You continued petting his head, watching his eyes roll back.
"You'll never see me again,"
"Woah woah woah. Says who? I can still see you, can't I?" You stop him, cursing yourself.
You hadn't even thought that far ahead.
"How would you? We are two different worlds, y/n,"
His eyes were large and shiny with emotion, making you swoon.
"I fish once a week. When I'm on the boat, you come find me, yeah?"
His eyes lit up suddenly, his demeanor changing.
"Really? You'd let me see you?"
"Of course, Felix. You saved my life!" You both laughed.
His light chuckle filled the air, despite being in the middle of the ocean.
amgg, to viciada na sua escrita!! faz uma do sunghoon na vibe de big girls donāt cry?? o enha jĆ” tem uma fama na coreia de odiar homem, essa mĆŗsica prova isso mais aindašš
A/n ; eu escrevi um pouco mais longo que o normal, mas eu estava inspirada, eu chorei um pouquinho pq lembrei de uma situaĆ§Ć£o um pouco desagradĆ”vel, mas espero que vc goste!
ā EntĆ£o por que nunca me mandou embora, hein? Por que fica me olhando o tempo todo como se quisesse me matar e ao mesmo tempo nĆ£o consegue desgrudar?
Ele travou por um segundo. Os olhos desceram rƔpido pelo seu rosto, pela sua boca, e voltaram furiosos.
ā Porque euā¦ ā Ele engoliu em seco. ā Porque eu te odeio, caramba.
ā EntĆ£o me odeia de perto ā vocĆŖ sussurrou, sem nem saber por que disse aquilo.
VocĆŖs se separaram de um salto. Sunghoon ainda com a mĆ£o na sua cintura, vocĆŖ com os dedos agarrados na camisa dele. Os dois avĆ³s estavam parados na porta do curral, Seu JoĆ£o com a sobrancelha erguida, Dona Helena com a mĆ£o no peito, os olhos arregalados.
ā Euā¦ a genteā¦ ā VocĆŖ tentou falar, mas a voz falhou.
Quando o jantar acabou, vocĆŖ se levantou rĆ”pido demais, ajudando a tirar a mesa sĆ³ para ter algo para fazer. Ele saiu para a varanda sem dizer boa noite, o som das botas ecoando no chĆ£o de madeira. VocĆŖ foi para o seu quarto cedo, trancando a porta por hĆ”bito, deitando na cama com o coraĆ§Ć£o batendo descompassado. NĆ£o conseguia dormir. Ficava revivendo o beijo, a raiva, o desejo que tinha explodido ali. O corpo inteiro formigando.
Era quase meia-noite quando ouviu o trinco da porta mexer. VocĆŖ sentou na cama, o coraĆ§Ć£o disparando. A porta abriu devagar e Sunghoon entrou sem bater, o corpo alto preenchendo o batente. Ele estava sem camisa, sĆ³ de calƧa jeans baixa na cintura, o peito definido brilhando de suor do dia quente. Os olhos escuros fixos em vocĆŖ. Ele fechou a porta atrĆ”s de si e girou a chave na fechadura com um clique seco que ecoou no quarto silencioso.
VocĆŖ abriu a boca para falar, mas ele nĆ£o deu tempo. AvanƧou como um animal, agarrando seus pulsos com uma mĆ£o sĆ³ e jogando vocĆŖ de costas na cama. O peso dele caiu sobre vocĆŖ imediatamente, brutal, sem delicadeza. A boca dele encontrou a sua com violĆŖncia, os dentes batendo, a lĆngua invadindo sem pedir licenƧa. VocĆŖ gemeu dentro do beijo, as mĆ£os tentando empurrar o peito dele, mas era mentira, era sĆ³ instinto, porque logo vocĆŖ estava arranhando as costas largas dele, as unhas cravando fundo na pele.
ā Sua puta mimada ā ele rosnou contra sua boca, a voz rouca de desejo e raiva acumulada. ā Sempre me provocando, sempre me olhando com essa cara de quem quer ser fodida.
ā Sunghoonā¦ ā vocĆŖ ofegou, mas ele tapou sua boca com a dele de novo, beijando sujo, babado, a lĆngua fodendo sua boca como se fosse o resto de vocĆŖ.
Ele deu um tapa forte na sua coxa, fazendo a carne tremer e arder. VocĆŖ gritou dentro do beijo, as unhas arranhando o ombro dele com mais forƧa, deixando marcas vermelhas. Ele riu baixo, som cruel e excitado.
ā Quieta, vadia. Quer que os velhos ouƧam vocĆŖ gemendo meu nome?
Ele enfiou a mĆ£o entre suas coxas sem aviso, os dedos grossos separando os lĆ”bios molhados, esfregando o clitĆ³ris com forƧa bruta. VocĆŖ se contorceu, o corpo inteiro pegando fogo.
ā Olha como vocĆŖ tĆ” encharcada, sua safada ā ele grunhiu, enfiando dois dedos de uma vez dentro de vocĆŖ, sem preparar, sem delicadeza. DoĆa e era perfeito. Ele bombou rĆ”pido, curvando os dedos para acertar aquele ponto que fazia suas pernas tremerem. ā Sempre fingindo que me odeia, mas sua boceta chupa meus dedos como se fosse morrer sem pau.
VocĆŖ gozou rĆ”pido demais, o corpo convulsionando, um jato quente espirrando nos dedos dele, molhando a mĆ£o, a cama. Ele riu contra seu peito, lambendo o suor da sua pele.
ā Isso, esguicha pra mim, sua puta. Molha tudo.
Ele tirou os dedos e levou Ć boca, chupando seu gosto enquanto olhava nos seus olhos. Depois abriu a calƧa com uma mĆ£o sĆ³, o pau grosso saltando livre, jĆ” babando na ponta. Sem camisinha, sem nada. Ele se posicionou entre suas pernas, esfregando a cabeƧa no seu clitĆ³ris sensĆvel, fazendo vocĆŖ gemer e tentar fechar as coxas.
ā Quieta ā ele ordenou, dando um tapa na sua cara, nĆ£o forte o suficiente pra machucar de verdade, mas o suficiente pra deixar a bochecha ardendo e vocĆŖ ainda mais molhada. ā NĆ£o fecha Ć s pernas, ou vai ser pior.
Ele agarrou seus pulsos de novo, prendendo acima da sua cabeƧa, o corpo inteiro cobrindo o seu enquanto metia mais fundo, mais rĆ”pido. Beijava vocĆŖ sujo, mordendo a lĆngua, o lĆ”bio, o pescoƧo, deixando mais chupƵes. VocĆŖ arranhava as costas dele, as costas, o braƧo, marcando ele tanto quanto ele marcava vocĆŖ. Ele deu tapas na sua bunda enquanto metia, na coxa, no peito, cada um fazendo vocĆŖ apertar mais em volta dele.
VocĆŖ gozou de novo, mais forte, esguichando em volta do pau dele, molhando as coxas dos dois. Ele grunhiu alto, as estocadas ficando errĆ”ticas.
ā Porra, vou gozar dentro ā ele avisou, mas nĆ£o era pergunta. Era fato.
Ele enterrou fundo uma Ćŗltima vez, o pau pulsando enquanto enchia vocĆŖ de porra quente, jorro atrĆ”s de jorro. VocĆŖ sentiu tudo, o calor se espalhando dentro, o corpo dele tremendo em cima do seu.
Ele caiu sobre vocĆŖ por um instante, ofegante, o suor pingando no seu peito. Depois rolou para o lado, puxando vocĆŖ contra ele com forƧa, como se ainda tivesse medo de vocĆŖ fugir. Nenhum dos dois falou nada por um longo tempo. SĆ³ a respiraĆ§Ć£o pesada, o cheiro de sexo no ar, as marcas ardendo na pele.
Finalmente ele beijou sua testa, um gesto quase gentil que contrastava com tudo que tinha acabado de acontecer.
Dona Helena estava no fogĆ£o, virando ovos na frigideira, mas vocĆŖ viu o sorriso discreto no canto da boca dela. Seu JoĆ£o lia o jornal velho na cabeceira da mesa, os Ć³culos na ponta do nariz, mas os olhos dele erguiam de vez em quando, observando tudo com aquela calma de quem jĆ” viu o mundo girar muitas vezes.
Dona Helena trouxe os pratos, colocando um na sua frente e outro na de Sunghoon. Quando ela se inclinou para servir os ovos dele, os olhos dela desceram rĆ”pido pelo pescoƧo dele, depois pelo seu. Ela nĆ£o disse nada na hora, mas o sorriso cresceu.
ā Dormiram bem, meus filhos? ā ela perguntou, a voz doce demais, sentando-se finalmente.
Dona Helena esticou a mĆ£o e apertou a sua sobre a mesa.
ā NĆ£o precisa ter vergonha, filha. A gente jĆ” sabia que isso ia acontecer um dia. VocĆŖs dois se comem com os olhos desde adolescentes. SĆ³ demoraram demais pra admitir.
ā VĆ³! ā vocĆŖ exclamou, horrorizada.
Sunghoon baixou a cabeƧa, mas vocĆŖ viu os ombros dele tremendo de riso contido.
Seu JoĆ£o apenas balanƧou a cabeƧa, voltando ao jornal.
Alguns meses se passaram desde aquela noite no seu quarto, e o que comeƧou como uma explosĆ£o de raiva reprimida virou algo que nenhum de vocĆŖs esperava: um namoro de verdade. NĆ£o era perfeito, longe disso. VocĆŖs ainda brigavam por bobagem, ele ainda te provocava chamando de mimada quando vocĆŖ reclamava do calor, vocĆŖ ainda revirava os olhos quando ele chegava suado e fedendo a cavalo. Mas agora as brigas terminavam diferente. Terminavam com ele te puxando para o canto do curral, ou para trĆ”s da casa de ferramentas, ou direto para o quarto, te beijando com aquela urgĆŖncia bruta que fazia suas pernas fraquejarem. As noites eram intensas, barulhentas, sem freio. VocĆŖs tentavam ser discretos no comeƧo, mas era impossĆvel. A cama rangia, vocĆŖ gemia alto demais quando ele te fodĆa contra a parede, ele xingava seu nome enquanto gozava dentro de vocĆŖ. As paredes da casa velha nĆ£o ajudavam.
Dona Helena e Seu JoĆ£o fingiam que nĆ£o ouviam no inĆcio. Ela tossia mais alto durante o jantar, ele batia a porta mais forte de manhĆ£. Mas depois de semanas virando meses, os olhares deles comeƧaram a mudar. Olhares cansados, divertidos, mas cansados. Dona Helena bocejava Ć mesa, Seu JoĆ£o resmungava que estava dormindo mal por causa do calor. VocĆŖs sabiam que era mentira. Sabiam que eles ouviam tudo.
VocĆŖ assentiu, o coraĆ§Ć£o acelerando sem saber por quĆŖ. Sunghoon apertou sua cintura de leve.
ā Sim, vĆ“.
Dona Helena sorriu, mas tinha um brilho malicioso nos olhos.
ā A gente vĆŖ. E a gente tĆ” feliz por isso. Masā¦ ā Ela trocou um olhar com o marido. ā Essas paredes sĆ£o finas demais pra idade da gente.
VocĆŖ sentiu o rosto queimar na hora. Sunghoon pigarreou, olhando para o chĆ£o.
Seu JoĆ£o continuou, a voz firme mas com um tom de quem segurava o riso.
ā Resumindo: a gente ama vocĆŖs, mas nĆ£o aguenta mais ouvir as acrobacias de vocĆŖs toda santa noite. A cama batendo, os gemidos, os xingamentosā¦ parece que tĆ” criando onƧa no quarto.
Dona Helena deu um tapinha no braƧo dele.
ā JoĆ£o! Fala direito.
ā Ć verdade, mulher. ā Ele riu baixo. ā EntĆ£o a gente decidiu. Tem aquela casa pequena no fundo da fazenda, perto do riacho. Aquela que o finado tio seu usava pra guardar ferramenta. A gente mandou reformar. Telhado novo, piso, cozinha, quarto grande. TĆ” pronta.
VocĆŖ piscou, sem entender de primeira. Sunghoon ergueu a cabeƧa devagar.
ā VĆ“ā¦
ā E tem mais ā Seu JoĆ£o continuou, apontando para o curral. ā Aquele carro velho que tava parado, o jipe. Consertamos. Motor novo, pneus bons. Ć de vocĆŖs agora. Pra ir e vir, pra levar as coisas, praā¦ sei lĆ”, dar umas voltas sem precisar voltar correndo pra casa grande.
Dona Helena se levantou e abraƧou vocĆŖ forte, o cheiro de sabĆ£o e lavanda dela enchendo seu nariz.
ā Ć pra vocĆŖs comeƧarem a vida de vocĆŖs, meus filhos. Aqui na fazenda, perto da gente, mas com privacidade. Pra fazerem barulho Ć vontade sem acordar os velhos.
VocĆŖ riu, os olhos marejando. Sunghoon abraƧou os dois avĆ³s, a voz rouca de emoĆ§Ć£o.
ā Obrigado, vĆ“. VĆ³. De verdade.
Mais tarde, vocĆŖs foram ver a casa. Era pequena, mas perfeita. Paredes brancas novas, chĆ£o de madeira polida, uma varanda com vista pro riacho, quarto com cama grande e janela que pegava o nascer do sol. Sunghoon te carregou no colo assim que entraram, rindo baixo enquanto te jogava na cama ainda sem lenƧol.
E foi assim que vocĆŖs comeƧaram de verdade. Longe o suficiente pra ter paz, perto o suficiente pra voltar pro almoƧo de domingo.
Mais alguns meses se passaram na casa pequena junto ao riacho, e a vida de vocĆŖs tinha encontrado um ritmo que parecia perfeito. As manhĆ£s comeƧavam com Sunghoon te acordando com beijos preguiƧosos no pescoƧo, as mĆ£os grandes jĆ” procurando sua pele antes mesmo de o sol nascer de verdade. Os dias eram de trabalho na fazenda, ele no pasto com os cavalos, vocĆŖ ajudando na horta ou na cozinha da casa grande quando Dona Helena chamava. As noites eram sĆ³ de vocĆŖs, intensas como sempre, o corpo dele marcando o seu com a mesma urgĆŖncia de antes, sĆ³ que agora misturada com uma ternura que ele nunca admitia em voz alta.
VocĆŖ nĆ£o contou para Sunghoon. NĆ£o ainda. Ele estava tĆ£o feliz com a vida que vocĆŖs tinham construĆdo, trabalhando duro, planejando expandir o curral, falando sobre comprar mais terra um dia. VocĆŖ queria que a notĆcia fosse especial, queria ver a cara dele quando soubesse. Queria fazer uma surpresa que ele nunca fosse esquecer.
ā Preciso falar com vocĆŖs ā vocĆŖ disse, a voz baixa.
Dona Helena limpou as mĆ£os no avental e te puxou para sentar. Seu JoĆ£o entrou sem dizer nada, sentindo o peso no ar.
VocĆŖ tirou o teste do bolso e colocou na mesa. Os dois olharam, depois olharam para vocĆŖ, depois um para o outro. Dona Helena levou a mĆ£o Ć boca, os olhos marejando na hora.
ā Meu Deus, filhaā¦ ā ela sussurrou, jĆ” te abraƧando forte. ā Um bisneto.
Seu JoĆ£o sorriu devagar, aquele sorriso raro que iluminava o rosto inteiro.
VocĆŖ chorou um pouco no ombro de Dona Helena, aliviada por finalmente dividir o segredo.
ā NĆ£o contem pro Sunghoon ainda, por favor. Quero fazer uma surpresa. Estou pensando em esperar o momento certo, talvez no aniversĆ”rio dele daqui a duas semanas.
Os dois prometeram. Dona Helena jĆ” comeƧou a falar em tricotar roupinhas, Seu JoĆ£o disse que ia preparar o berƧo antigo que estava no sĆ³tĆ£o. VocĆŖs combinaram de guardar segredo absoluto.
Os dias seguintes foram uma danƧa estranha de segredos. VocĆŖ disfarƧava os enjoos, comia mais devagar, evitava o cheiro forte de couro que ele trazia do curral porque te dava nĆ”usea. Ele andava mais quieto, te olhando de canto de olho, tocando sua cintura com mais frequĆŖncia, como se estivesse ensaiando algo. VocĆŖs transavam com a mesma intensidade, mas agora ele era mais cuidadoso sem saber por quĆŖ, beijando sua barriga sem perceber que jĆ” estava protegendo algo ali.
Dona Helena e Seu JoĆ£o observavam tudo com um brilho cĆŗmplice nos olhos, trocando olhares toda vez que vocĆŖs apareciam de mĆ£os dadas. Eles sabiam dos dois segredos e guardavam os dois com o maior prazer.
O dia do aniversĆ”rio de Sunghoon chegou. VocĆŖ tinha preparado tudo: um jantar especial na varanda da casa de vocĆŖs, velas, o bolo que Dona Helena ajudou a fazer escondido. Dentro do bolo, vocĆŖ escondeu um pequeno bilhete enrolado: āVamos ser trĆŖsā. Seu coraĆ§Ć£o batia forte sĆ³ de pensar na reaĆ§Ć£o dele.
Ele piscou, sem entender. VocĆŖ pegou o teste que tinha guardado no bolso e mostrou. Os olhos dele desceram para o positivo, depois para sua barriga, depois para seu rosto. Ele ficou sem ar por um segundo, o rosto pĆ”lido.
ā VocĆŖā¦ tĆ” grĆ”vida?
VocĆŖ assentiu, chorando e rindo ao mesmo tempo. Ele te puxou para um abraƧo tĆ£o forte que quase caiu os dois no riacho, beijando seu rosto, seu pescoƧo, sua barriga.
ā Caralhoā¦ um filho ā ele murmurou, a voz quebrada de emoĆ§Ć£o. ā Meu filho.
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A porta de madeira de carvalho com o nĆŗmero ā7ā marcado podia ser considerada propriedade de vocĆŖs. Muitas das vezes vocĆŖ e o Lee apenas aproveitavam a companhia um do outro longe da realidade de suas vidas agitadas. Dormiam abraƧados, jogavam cartas, compartilhavam momentos ou simplesmente matavam a saudade que sentiam um do outro pelo tempo longe.
E, mais uma vez, jogados apenas de roupa Ćntima contra os lenĆ§Ć³is abarrotados daquele rotineiro āquarto 7ā, a mĆ£o grande abraƧava sua cintura, enquanto os lĆ”bios rechonchudos abriam um sorriso encostado levemente em sua boca. O olhar aos seus ao passo que movimentava um roƧar lentinho da pontinha do prĆ³prio nariz contra o seu.
ā Vai me comer aqui? ā VocĆŖ provoca sussurrado e o abraƧa pelo pescoƧo, inalando o aroma amadeirado que vinha do garoto de fios caramelo.
O troco deita acima do seu. Pressiona e roƧa as intimidades cobertas pela fina camada de peƧas que trajavam. Heeseung se ajeita, deposita o peso contra seu corpo, fazendo vocĆŖ sentir o membro desperto cutucar sua bucetinha coberta.
Ele enrosca um dedo na tira rosada de sua calcinha e a estrala contra sua pele, sorrindo obsceno contra seus lƔbios ao engolir seu arfar, cortando o selar.
ā Heeā¦ ā Sua voz o chama, totalmente manhosinha e entregue. Seus dedos seguem para a nuca do Lee, puxando com calma os fios ralos, raspando pela correntinha prateada envolta do pescoƧo dourado.
ā āTa com pressa, boneca? ā Debocha. Sobe o tronco e senta sobre o calcanhar, arrastando a prĆ³pria palma lentamente no caralho rĆgido, se exibindo.
ā Mete em mim, Heeā¦ ā VocĆŖ pede com jeitinho, encolhendo de leve os ombros. Os olhinhos meigos exalando o mirando debaixo com uma falsa inocĆŖncia.
Heeseung nĆ£o aguenta a provocaĆ§Ć£ozinha baixa. Desvia o olhar, sorrindo sacana com o seu jeitinho descarado de pedir pau, negando com a cabeƧa enquanto guia a ponta rosada do cacete pra sua entradinha babona, ameaƧando entrar e saindo logo em seguida, apenas para te ver contorcer os dedinhos contra os lenĆ§Ć³is.
ā Quer que eu meta em vocĆŖ? ā āUhumā vocĆŖ respondeu, rebolando contra os leves movimentos dele. āVou te dar o que vocĆŖ quer, amor.ā Completa baixinho e em seguida encaixa a cabecinha rosada contra a entrada de seu Ćntimo e o escorrega pra dentro.
VocĆŖ esvazia os pulmƵes, cerra os olhos e solta um gemidinho manhoso quando o sente alcanƧar seu fundo na primeira estocada. Retesa e aperta o falo grosso ao passo que sorri mordendo o lĆ”bio inferior, adorando a forma bruta que o Lee comeƧa a meter em vocĆŖ.
ā Posso tirar, princesa? ā Pede permissĆ£o, antes de abrir o feixe frontal de seu sutiĆ£, libertando seus seios para levar a palma quente ali e apalpa-los com forƧa durante o tempo em que continua as arremetidas em seu pontinho.
Os gemidos que ecoavam de sua garganta eram cortados e frĆ”geis, seus olhinhos reviravam Ć medida que o tronco do Lee desce e ele comeƧa a depositar beijos e mordidas em seus mamilos. A correntinha fria de prata dele escorrega por sua pele, seguindo os movimentos de vai e vem de Heeseung, que arfava rouco contra sua pele marcadinha.
ā āCĆŖ vai me deixar louco, gatinhaā¦ ā Resmunga, a voz grossinha e manhosa te fazendo ter arrepios.
ā Heeseungā¦ ā VocĆŖ manha.
Ele xinga prĆ³ximo ao seu ouvido e, em um ato rĆ”pido vira os corpos contra a cama, te encaixando e a deixando por cima.
ā Quica pra mim, uh? ā Pede, levando as mĆ£os para sua bunda e desferindo um tapa estalados nas bandas sem pensar duas vezes. āCĆŖ vai me fazer gozar sentando gostoso e depois vai vir se esfregar na minha cara, entendeu?ā
VocĆŖ acena um sim eufĆ³rica, rebolando lentinho no falo, mordendo os lĆ”bios.
O sorriso safado do Lee aumenta e antes de segurar firme em seu quadril, ele pede rouco: āEntĆ£o cavalga com forƧa no meu pau que depois eu te faƧo gozar na minha cara, princesaā¦ā
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ā Quieta, princesinha ā ele rosna baixo no seu ouvido, a voz rouca de uĆsque e cigarro. ā Seu papai tĆ” logo ali. Um gemido alto e ele vem correndo com a arma na mĆ£o.
VocĆŖ tenta empurrĆ”-lo, as unhas cravando no peito largo dele por cima da camisa xadrez aberta.
ā Me solta, seu brutamontes nojento ā vocĆŖ sussurra, odiando o tremor na prĆ³pria voz.
VocĆŖ morde o lĆ”bio para nĆ£o gritar quando ele enfia dois dedos grossos dentro de vocĆŖ sem aviso, abrindo caminho com forƧa. O corpo trai vocĆŖ, como sempre trai, se contraindo ao redor da invasĆ£o rude. Ele bombeia os dedos rĆ”pido, o som Ćŗmido ecoando baixo na cozinha, e vocĆŖ fecha os olhos com forƧa, sentindo as lĆ”grimas de raiva e prazer se misturarem.
ā Por favorā¦ nĆ£o aquiā¦ ā vocĆŖ implora baixinho, a voz falhando.
ā Aqui mesmo ā ele responde, tirando os dedos e substituindo por algo muito maior.
VocĆŖ tapa a prĆ³pria boca com a mĆ£o, abafando os gemidos que insistem em escapar. Ele soca fundo, brutal, o saco batendo contra vocĆŖ a cada movimento, o ritmo animalesco de quem nĆ£o conhece delicadeza. O pau dele te enche completamente, esfregando naquele ponto que faz suas pernas tremerem.
ā Isso, engole meu pau todo, sua putinha mimada ā ele grunhe, uma mĆ£o subindo para apertar seu pescoƧo por trĆ”s, controlando sua respiraĆ§Ć£o. ā Filhinha de policial que acha que pode me dar ordens. Agora toma leitinho de cowboy bem fundo.
VocĆŖ sente o orgasmo chegando rĆ”pido demais, vergonhoso demais, o corpo se contraindo ao redor dele enquanto ele continua te fodendo sem parar. Ele acelera, os quadris batendo contra sua bunda com forƧa suficiente para deixar vermelhidĆ£o, e entĆ£o enterra fundo uma Ćŗltima vez, jorrando quente dentro de vocĆŖ com um rosnado abafado contra seu ombro.
VocĆŖs ficam assim por alguns segundos, ofegantes, o som da televisĆ£o na sala lembrando que seu pai ainda estĆ” ali, alheio a tudo. Heeseung se afasta devagar, o pau escorregando para fora com um som molhado, e o sĆŖmen dele comeƧa a escorrer pelas suas coxas.
Ele te vira de frente, segurando seu queixo com forƧa para te obrigar a olhar nos olhos dele.
ā Da prĆ³xima vez que vocĆŖ me olhar torto, eu te fodo na frente dele ā ele promete, a voz baixa e perigosa.
VocĆŖ sĆ³ consegue tremer, o corpo ainda latejando de prazer e dor, odiando ele e odiando mais ainda o quanto vocĆŖ jĆ” quer que ele faƧa isso de novo.
VocĆŖ sente as pernas ainda trĆŖmulas enquanto arruma a saia rasgada o melhor que pode, o sĆŖmen dele escorrendo quente pelas coxas internas, marcando vocĆŖ como se ele tivesse colocado uma marca de propriedade. Heeseung ajeita o jeans com calma, o olhar predatĆ³rio fixo em vocĆŖ, e dĆ” um tapa leve na sua bunda antes de sair da cozinha como se nada tivesse acontecido. VocĆŖ fica ali por minutos, respirando fundo, odiando o quanto seu corpo ainda pulsa de prazer sujo, odiando mais ainda o calor que sobe pelo peito ao lembrar da ameaƧa dele.
VocĆŖ tenta negar, mas ele nĆ£o espera. Ele guia sua cabeƧa para baixo e enfia o pau na sua boca sem delicadeza, esticando seus lĆ”bios ao redor da grossura. VocĆŖ engasga no comeƧo, os olhos lacrimejando enquanto ele empurra mais fundo, batendo na sua garganta. Ele segura sua nuca com as duas mĆ£os agora, controlando o ritmo, fodendo sua boca devagar no inĆcio, deixando vocĆŖ sentir cada veia pulsando contra sua lĆngua.
ā Isso, engole tudo ā ele grunhe, os quadris subindo para encontrar sua boca. ā Filhinha de papai policial chupando pau de cowboy como uma puta boa.
ā TĆ£o apertadinha ainda depois de tomar na cozinha ā ele rosna no seu ouvido, mordendo o lĆ³bulo com forƧa suficiente para doer. ā Essa bucetinha foi feita pra mim, nĆ£o foi? Mesmo vocĆŖ odiando.
VocĆŖ crava as unhas nas costas dele, arranhando a pele dura, mas isso sĆ³ o faz meter mais forte. Ele muda o Ć¢ngulo, acertando aquele ponto dentro de vocĆŖ que faz suas pernas tremerem, e vocĆŖ sente o orgasmo se construindo rĆ”pido, incontrolĆ”vel. Ele percebe, porque ele sempre percebe, e desacelera de propĆ³sito, saindo quase todo antes de entrar devagar, torturando vocĆŖ.
ā Implora ā ele exige, uma mĆ£o descendo para apertar seu clitĆ³ris com o polegar, esfregando cĆrculos duros. ā Implora pro seu cowboy te foder direito.
ā Por favorā¦ ā vocĆŖ sussurra, a voz quebrada, odiando-se por isso. ā Mete sem dĆ³ā¦
ā Toma tudo, sua putinha ā ele rosna, cada tapa acompanhado de uma estocada mais forte. ā Vou te encher de novo, te deixar pingando meu gozo o dia todo amanhĆ£.
VocĆŖ sente ele inchar dentro de vocĆŖ, os movimentos ficando errĆ”ticos, e entĆ£o ele enterra fundo uma Ćŗltima vez, jorrando quente e abundante, o pau pulsando enquanto ele esvazia tudo dentro. Ele fica assim por longos segundos, o peso dele te imprensando contra o colchĆ£o, antes de sair devagar, o sĆŖmen escorrendo imediatamente para fora.
E Heeseung percebe. Claro que percebe. Ele tem aquele olhar atento de quem lĆŖ gado e lĆŖ gente do mesmo jeito. Uma noite vocĆŖs estĆ£o no sofĆ”, vocĆŖ deitada com a cabeƧa no colo dele enquanto ele assiste um jogo antigo na televisĆ£o. VocĆŖ acha que ele nĆ£o nota, mas vocĆŖ estĆ” acariciando distraidamente o braƧo dele, traƧando as veias salientes com a ponta dos dedos, sorrindo sozinha como uma boba. Ele baixa o olhar para vocĆŖ, uma sobrancelha arqueada.
ā TĆ” ficando molenga, hein, princesinha? ā ele murmura, a voz rouca de sempre, mas com um tom divertido que sĆ³ vocĆŖ sabe identificar.
VocĆŖ cora violentamente e tenta virar o rosto.
ā Cala a boca.
Ele ri baixo, aquela risada grave que faz seu estƓmago dar cambalhota, e aperta sua nuca de leve.
ā Claro, claro ā seu pai ri. ā Mas olha, se vocĆŖ machucar o coraĆ§Ć£ozinho dela agora que ela tĆ” toda bobinha, eu te prendo de novo. E dessa vez nĆ£o solto.
Heeseung aperta vocĆŖ mais contra ele, o olhar firme mas com um brilho suave que sĆ³ aparece quando estĆ” com vocĆŖ.
ā Pode ficar tranquilo, chefe. Essa aqui jĆ” me prendeu faz tempo.
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Blurb- 'How long have I been here?' you muttered to your reflection in the mirror. It doesn't look like... you, your words don't match your reflection. It stares back at you with an accusing gaze. 'And how long until I'm completely nothing'
The plane home was quiet in the way that only could sooth after a chaos filled day.
The city lights blurred below the windows of the plane, neon reflections stretching and breaking across the glass.
You sat in the middle row, I.Nās shoulder warm against yours, Han across from you with his head tilted back against the seat, eyes closed. Hyunjin sat close enough that your knees brushed when the plane shook.
No one spoke for a while.
Not because there was nothing to say, but because the tension that had held them tight all evening had finally begun to loosen, thread by thread.
Felix hummed under his breath, a soft melody you recognized from one of their unreleased tracks. Changbin scrolled through photos on his phone, snorting quietly to himself. Chan leaned forward, elbows on his knees, animatedly whispering something to Seungmin, who rolled his eyes but smiled anyway.
Normal.
That was the word that kept echoing in your mind.
Normal.
You shifted slightly, adjusting your blanket. The movement caught Chanās attention immediately. His eyes narrow, sharp and alert, then softened when he saw it was just you moving.
āYou okay?ā he asked quietly.
You nodded. āYeah. Just tired.ā
He studied you for a beat longer than necessary, then relaxed again, closing his eyes. āMe too.ā
The Sun setting hit the window perfectly. For a moment, the reflection of your faces appeared in the window, layered, overlapping.
You frowned faintly.
For half a second, it looked like there were too many of them.
Eventually you were going to have to see a doctor. The images you kept seeing didn't make sense. Maybe your eyes having issues?
Then the light changed. The image dissolved.
You shook your head and looked down at your hands.
You were probably just overstimulated. Award shows were always like that, too many lights, too many people, adrenaline still buzzing long after it ended.
Felix nudged you gently with his knee. āYou did great today.ā
You smiled. āYou say that every time.ā
āBecause itās always true,ā he replied easily.
Hyunjin leaned forward from beside you. āYou looked like you belonged there.ā
The phrasing made something twist in your chest, but his tone was light, casual.
āThanks,ā you said. āYou guys were incredible.ā
Changbin looked up. āYou worried us for a second, though.ā
Your eyebrows knit together. āWhen?ā
āWhen that coordinator stopped you,ā he said. āI thought you were about to disappear into the crowd.ā
Felix laughed. āHan nearly tackled someone.ā
Han scoffed. āI did not.ā
āYou absolutely did,ā Hyunjin said, grinning.
You laughed too, the sound easing something tight in your ribs. āI was literally three steps away.ā
Chan opened one eye. āThree steps is a lot.ā
The comment earned a few chuckles, and the conversation drifted naturally after that with complaints about seating arrangements, jokes about outfits, rehashing small moments from the night.
No one mentioned staying close.
No one mentioned rules.
By the time the plane landed it almost felt like youād imagined the intensity of earlier.
Almost.
-
Inside the apartment, the familiar smell of detergent and takeout greeted you. Shoes were kicked off near the door, jackets tossed over chairs. The lights came on one by one, soft orange filling the space.
āIām starving,ā Han announced immediately. āAnyone else?ā
āAlways,ā Changbin said.
āIāll order,ā Felix offered, already reaching for his phone.
You set your bag down and stretched, your muscles finally protesting the long day. The living room buzzed with overlapping voices again, the comfortable chaos youād grown used to.
Chan passed by you on his way to the kitchen. āYou should sit.ā
You blinked. āIām fine.ā
āI know,ā he said quickly, then added, more casually, āIt was just a long day.ā
You studied him for a moment, then nodded and dropped onto the couch. Hyunjin joined you without comment, flipping on the TV and scrolling until he landed on something familiar.
It felt easy.
Felix flopped down on the floor in front of you, leaning back against the couch between your knees. āIām glad you came with us.ā
You hesitated. āYeah?ā
He looked up at you, eyes bright. āYeah. It felt right.ā
Hyunjin hummed in agreement. āDidnāt it?ā
You smiled faintly. āSure.ā
Dinner arrived quickly, too quickly, you realized dimly, as if someone had ordered before anyone officially decided to. Boxes spread across the table, the comforting scent of fried food filling the room.
You reached automatically for a plate.
The pink one flicked in your mind but you shook the memory away.
It was a normal one.
White. Unremarkable.
You paused, fingers hovering for just a moment before taking it anyway.
Conversation flowed easily through the meal. Changbin told a story animatedly, gesturing so wildly he nearly knocked over his drink. Felix laughed until he wheezed. Seungmin deadpanned a comment that sent I.N into hysterics.
You laughed with them, the sound genuine.
And yet.
Every time you leaned back in your chair, someone shifted closer.
Every time you went quiet, someone addressed you directly.
Every time your gaze drifted toward the hallway, Chanās eyes followed.
Not obviously.
Just attentively.
Later, as the night wound down, people began peeling off to their usual places. Han sprawled across the couch, phone balanced perfectly on his chest. Changbin disappeared into his room. Felix lingered in the kitchen, rinsing dishes despite protests that he didnāt need to.
You stood and stretched again. āIām going to retire for the night.ā
Hyunjin nodded immediately. āOkay.ā
You waited.
Nothing else followed.
No one stood. No one offered to walk you. No one protested.
You walked down the hallway alone.
The bathroom light flicked on, bright and reassuring. You locked the door out of habit, then hesitated, fingers resting on the handle.
No one tried to stop you.
The whole day somebody had to be with you at all times and now it was different? You shook your head at the thought. At least it was back to normal.
The shower water was warm, steam slowly fogging the mirror. You let yourself relax under it, the events of the day replaying in fragments. The lights, the applause, the way somebodyās hand had tightened around yours at one point, as if anchoring you.
When you stepped out and wrapped a towel around yourself, you caught your reflection again.
Normal.
You leaned closer, studying your face.
For a split second, your eyes looked tired. Older, somehow. Like youād seen more days than you remembered.
Then you blinked, and it was gone.
You dressed and stepped back into the hallway.
The door to Chanās room was open. He sat at his desk, laptop open, but he wasnāt looking at it. His gaze lifted immediately when you appeared.
āEverything okay?ā he asked.
You nodded. āYeah. Just thinking.ā
āAbout what?ā
You hesitated, then shrugged. āNothing important.ā
He smiled, the familiar soft curve of his lips. āGood.ā
You lingered there, something on the tip of your tongue.
āChan?ā you said finally.
āYeah?ā
āYou guys wereā¦ different today.ā
His smile didnāt falter. āDifferent how?ā
You searched his face. āProtective. More than usual.ā
He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands loosely. āAward shows are hectic. Lots of people.ā
āI know,ā you said. āBut it felt like you were afraid to let me out of your sight.ā
There it was.
The air seemed to still.
For a fraction of a second, something flickered behind his eyesā¦panic, sharp and raw.
Then it was gone.
He chuckled softly. āYouāre overthinking again .ā
Maybe you were.
You've seen what crazed fans do to anybody they think their idol is associated with. They boys just wanted to protect you and here you were throwing a fit about it. It made sense they rarely had security so of course they would put your safety first. They were more than capable of it.Ā
āYouāre part of the team,ā he continued easily. āOf course we watch out for you.ā
āIāve always been part of the team.ā
āAnd weāve always cared,ā he said gently. āNothingās changed.ā
The words settled over you like a blanket encasing you in warmth and reassurance.
You nodded slowly. āYeah. I guess Iām just tired.ā
He stood and crossed the space between you, resting a hand briefly on your shoulder. The touch was grounding, familiar.
āGet some sleep,ā he said. āTomorrowās back to normal.ā
Back to normal.
That night, the apartment hummed with familiar sounds as everyone settled in. Doors closed. Lights dimmed. The TV murmured softly in the background.
You curled into bed, exhaustion finally pulling you under.
As sleep crept in, one last thought surfaced.
If nothing was wrongā¦
Why did it feel like something had almost happened?
Or worse.
Like something had happened.
And everyone but you remembered it.
-(3rd POV)
In the living room, long after the lights in your room had gone out, Chan sat awake on the couch, phone discarded beside him.
Felix paced quietly near the window.
Hyunjin leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
Seungmin checked the locks twice.
āSheās fine,ā Han whispered eventually.
Chan nodded. āSheās home.ā
The apartment settled into silence.
Normal.
Just like they promised.
And for now that was enough.
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Blurb- 'How long have I been here?' you muttered to your reflection in the mirror. It doesn't look like... you, your words don't match your reflection. It stares back at you with an accusing gaze. 'And how long until I'm completely nothing'
You found out about the award show over a lazy ālounge around and couch rotā day.
Chan had his phone propped against his mug, scrolling through emails with a crease between his brows. Hyunjin sat beside him, half-listening, half-eating at his meal. Felix leaned over Chanās shoulder, humming softly.
āWe leave Friday morning,ā Chan said at last. āRed carpet at six.ā
Not dramatically. Just a collective pause, like someone had quietly hit mute all of a sudden.
Felix blinked slowly. āYouā¦ wanna come?ā
You laughed softly. āOf course I do. I always go.ā
Hyunjin fiddled with his fingers on the counter.
Changbin cleared his throat. āItās a reeeally long trip.ā
āSo?ā you questioned. āThatās literally my job.ā
Chan didnāt look at you right away. When he finally did, his smile was careful. āWe thought you might want to stay back this time.ā
You frowned. āWhat why now?ā
āIts just..ā He hesitated. āYouāve been working nonstop. Thought you could use a break from the chaos.ā
āI can take a break in a hotel room,ā you replied smoothly.
Han chimed in too fast. āHotels are stressful.ā
You raised an eyebrow. āSince when?ā
No one answered that.
āWell,ā you said lightly, brushing it off, āeither way, Iāll pack. We can decide later.ā
Hyunjin spoke before anyone else could. āIf you come,ā he said slowly, āyouāll have to stay with us. All the time.ā
You laughed. āOkay? Iām not planning to wander off.ā
āI mean it,ā he said, eyes fixed on you. āLike..always.ā
The laugh faded from your lips. āThatāsā¦ a little dramatic, donāt you think?ā
Lee Know stepped closer, his smile soft but insistent. āPromise?ā
You looked between them, suddenly aware of how close everyone had gathered without you noticing.
āā¦Sure,ā you said. āI promise.ā
Relief flickered across their faces.
-
The airport was just the beginning. The guys hovered around you as if a sniper had you and only you in their sights. Hip to hip with one of the guys at all times.
It didn't help when you were randomly picked for a search. You thought the boys would burst a blood vessel the way they freaked out when you had to step away for a second.
But everything was fine. You were checked and sent back with your belongings to the boarding area.
After the plane ride was smooth, you slept most of it anyways.
-
The signs didnāt arrive all at once.
It crept in quietly, disguised as concern.
When you went to grab your phone before rehearsal, Seungmin picked it up first and handed it to you instead of letting you reach for it yourself. When you stepped outside to take a call, I.N followed, leaning against the wall nearby, pretending to scroll.
During fittings, Lee Know hovered closer than usual, adjusting collars that were already straight, fixing hair that didnāt need fixing. When you laughed and told him he was being extra, he just chuckled and said, āCanāt help it.ā
At lunch, you stood to throw something away.
āIāll go with you,ā Hyunjin said immediately, already on his feet.
āItās ten steps,ā you replied.
āI know.ā
You hesitated. āYou donāt need to escort me.ā
āI want to.ā
The way he said it almost felt like a plead.
So you let him.
By the end of the day, it had become an unspoken rule.
You didnāt walk anywhere alone.
Someone was always beside you. Sometimes in front. Sometimes behind. Always within reach.
If you drifted too far during practice, a hand would appear at your wristĀ guiding you back unspoken. If you stopped to talk to staff, Changbin would join the conversation halfway through, arm slung casually around your shoulders.
It feltā¦ possesive.
That was the strange part.
They werenāt angry. They werenāt cold. They werenāt cruel.
They were warm. Attentive.Ā
That night, while packing, you noticed something else.
Your door didnāt fully close anymore.
No matter how gently you pushed it shut, it remained open a sliver, light spilling in from the hallway.
You stepped out to check.
Chan stood at the counter scrolling away on his phone.
āDid you need privacy?ā he asked immediately.
āItās fine,ā you said, unsettled. āJust wondering.ā
He nodded. āWeāll be up late. Didnāt want you to feel isolated.ā
You smiled weakly and went back into your room.
You didnāt close the door again.
-
The morning of the award show arrived in a blur of garments and anxious nerves.
Stylists crowded the hotel room. Hair spray lingered in the air. Everyone moved with practiced urgency.
You emerged from your room with your bag slung over your shoulder.
Eight pairs of eyes locked onto you at once.
Felix crossed the room in three steps. āYouāre ready?ā
āReady as alwaysā you responded.
He adjusted the strap of your bag himself. āJust checking.ā
Chan glanced at the clock. āWeāre running a little behind.ā
āI can wait in the car,ā you offered.
āNo,ā Hyunjin said quickly. āStay here. With us.ā
You tilted your head. āI thought we were leaving together.ā
āWe are,ā Changbin said. āJust donāt go yet.ā
So you didnāt.
When you finally stepped into the hallway, you were surrounded by the boys.
The elevator ride was silent.
In the van, they arranged themselves around you without comment. It was a snug ride, shoulders pressed close, knees touching yours. When the driver started the engine, I.N glanced at you one more time, relief softening his features.
āYouāre here,ā he murmured.
You smiled. āI told you I would be.ā
The venue was absolute chaos.
Flashing cameras. Shouting staff. A sea of unfamiliar faces.
The moment you stepped out of the van, the boys closed ranks around you instinctively. Felixās hand slipped into yours without asking. Hyunjinās arm curved protectively around your back.
āStay with us,ā Hyunjin said quietly near your ear.
āI am,ā you replied.
Inside, the rules became clearer.
Stay.With.Them.
If you slowed, someone slowed with you.
If you stopped, they stopped.
At one point, you turned to speak to a coordinator you recognized.
Felixās grip tightened. Just a little.
āIāll come,ā he said brightly.
You studied his face. āFelixā¦ you okay?ā
He nodded too quickly. āJust donāt want to lose you in the crowd.ā
The word lose sent an inexplicable chill down your spine.
Later, seated between Chan and Hyunjin during the ceremony, you leaned back and whispered, āYou guys are really off today.ā
Chanās hand covered yours on the armrest.
āLet us,ā he said softly.
āWhy?ā you asked.
He didnāt answer.
But his fingers tightened, just enough for you to feel it.
As the lights dimmed and applause thundered around you, you became aware of how closely they watched you.
Not the stage, not the screens, but you.
Like they were counting breaths.
Like they were afraid that if they looked away for even a second, youād be gone.
It may have been comforting but it felt restricted as if a snake was tightening around your lungsā¦
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synopsis: after 6 years of being away from the village you grew up in, you're finally visiting your grandparents. you're excited to spend time with them, but your heart beats faster at the thought of seeing your first love.
A long exhale left your parted lips, right as you pressed your forehead against the cold window of the car, shutting your eyes tightly.
'Get it together, y/n!', you thought to yourself.
But how could you get it together when you were currently driving towards the place you left almost 6 years ago, the place you haven't even stepped foot in while you finished college and tried to build the career you always wanted in the city?
How could you get it together when you couldn't stop replaying the song that once brought you happy memories that were now just a part of your past, filling you up with melancholy?
How could you get it together when you know he still lives there and it's inevitable that you will run into him? Your heart skipped a beat the moment you thought of that.
How would he react? Would he ignore you as if he never knew you? Would he run into your arms, like you knew you'd feel the urge to do as soon as your eyes land on his? Would he just greet you politely, like you haven't already exchanged your breaths, your innocence, whispers of love, tangled your tongues and your hearts?
Did he move on?
You wouldn't blame him if he did, after all, you were the one who left him when you had promised to always stay by his side.
You called your grandparents earlier to let them know you'll be visiting, finally after so many years, you had to be there to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary, you wouldn't miss it for anything in the world. They practically raised you while your parents worked out of the village and you always admired the tender love they had for each other, spending so many years together and going through so much that just made their bond stronger.
You were tempted to ask your grandmother about Hyunjin, what he was doing now or if he had a significant other. But, you had bitten your tongue, too scared to find out the answer to your question.
You only hoped he didn't hate you.
Hyunjin. The boy that smiled shyly at you when you were just five years old, when his mother had brought him to your house for a play date while the parents have some 'grown up time'. You returned the shy smile, playing with the fabric of your nice dress, the one your mom made you wear, saying something about a 'good impression'. The awkwardness between you disappeared pretty quickly, as soon as you showed him your favorite toys, the two of you started playing together in your yard, between all the dirt and the flowers. Your mother had scolded you later for ruining your dress but your grandmother calmed her down, telling her how the dress paled in comparison to having a good time with a new friend.
Hyunjin and you had at least two play dates a week which turned into three, then four, soon you became inseparable; especially when you started going to school together. Both of you were pretty frightened about that change, standing in front of the school gate so Hyunjin reached out to hold your hand, squeezing it reassuringly as your little cheeks became rosy.
He was your best friend, your first and last crush.
Years of being by his side, watching him grow and growing with him, you couldn't imagine your life without him. Hyunjin knew almost everything about you as you did with him and when both of you started high school, something changed.
He was growing up, he was different than before and you started looking at him differently. Before, you were used to the feeling you got when he touched your hand but now it seemed more electrifying. Hyunjin felt the same, suddenly becoming a stuttering mess next to you, staring at you with shiny eyes and a dumb smile on his face while you'd come home from school every day with butterflies in your stomach and a new diary entry to write.
You noticed how pretty his smile was, how gentle his voice sounded when he spoke your name, how his eyes were trained on your lips one too many times. Hyunjin noticed how your silky hair fell over your shoulders, the way you'd flip it back when he called out to you, how you'd smile at him with rosy cheeks.
Then one night while you were sleeping, Hyunjin couldn't hold back anymore. He sneaked out of his room, stalking down the road quietly to your house, you were only a few minutes away from his place. He stood beneath your window, his palms clammy, heart pounding against his chest, his throat completely dry. There was no going back now. You were awakened by the sounds of little stones hitting your window and confusedly you sat up, squinting towards the direction where the sound was coming from.
"What the-" you started as you stood up. You quietly walked over to your window and peeked down.
"Hyunjin?" you wondered to yourself before opening the window abruptly just as he lifted his hand up and threw another little rock, almost hitting you straight in the face but you dodged with a gasp as it landed behind you.
"Bunny! I'm so sorry!" he panicked immediately, flailing his long arms, the nickname he always used for you making your stomach flutter.
"What are you doing here? It's 2am." you asked confusedly.
"Let me come up please. I need to talk to you." Hyunjin looked nervous, shifting from one foot to the other, chewing on his lip and playing with his fingers.
"Can't this wait until the morning?" your brain was still half asleep and the chilly air from the outside made you shiver in the little nightgown you had on.
"I mean... I guess it can. It's just I don't know if I will have courage tomorrow." he mumbled, looking down and kicking around the little rocks with his foot.
"Fine. Come on up." you said and Hyunjin climbed quickly even though you scolded him, reminding him to be careful and quiet.
"Sorry." he sheepishly smiled at you when you grabbed his wrists and pulled him inside, but his foot got stuck which ended in you falling backwards on your butt and him sprawled on the floor on his hands and knees, hovering over you.
"Hyunjin!" you grunted in pain. "If my grandparents find you here-"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" he whispered and the two of you just sat there quietly, trying to hear if there was any indication that someone was coming to your door.
But it was dead quiet, except for the crickets outside of your house and the loud thumping of your heart so both of you let out a breath of relief.
"What did you need to tell me?" you asked after the two of you sat down, you on your bed and Hyunjin on the chair. He stood up abruptly, a shaky breath leaving his lips. Hyunjin rubbed his hands together as he looked away from you. You were suddenly worried, knowing he rarely gets this serious.
"I've been hiding this from you for a while but I can't hold it back anymore, even if you don't feel the same about me I need you to know how I feel because otherwise my chest will burst." he babbled, looking at you nervously.
"Jinnie, what are you talking about?" you asked with brows furrowed, your heartbeat picking up speed.
"I like you. More than friends. As in I'd like to kiss you and hold your hand and have it mean something more than just 'best friends'. I want to be your boyfriend." he blurted out, heart wilding in his chest as he scanned your face, looking for a reaction.
Your lips parted as you stared at him quietly for a moment, trying to process what he was saying. Your dear, sweet Jinnie who you were in love with for years was confessing to you? Looking so nervous and adorable, telling you he wants to kiss you and be yours?
You wished you could scream. So, you did just that. You grabbed your pillow and muffled your excited scream with it as Hyunjin stared at you with wide eyes.
"Um. Are you okay?" he chuckled awkwardly.
"Not really." you shook your head. "Sorry, it's just... I like you too, Jinnie. And I'd love to kiss you and be yours."
"Oh." he stood awkwardly in place like he wasn't expecting a positive answer.
"Are you gonna kiss me now?" you asked sheepishly after a moment of silence.
"Can I?" he looked excited and nervous as he came closer to you and you stood up slowly, nodding at him.
"I- You know I've never kissed anyone before." he said quietly.
"Me neither. It's okay." you gently took his hand in yours and Hyunjin felt the familiar comfort you always gave to him, reaching into his soul even now.
You stared into each other's eyes for a moment, letting the dust settle and the reality sink in, smiles creeping up on your faces as you slowly leaned in. Lips against lips pressed together and your eyes fluttered shut, your entire body buzzing.
Hyunjin squeezed your hand, his other hand tentatively touching the side of your waist as you placed your hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat underneath your fingers.
Everything fell into place then, you were his and he was yours-
"Miss? Miss, we're here." you snapped out of your reminiscing session as the driver pulled up to your grandparents house. You almost forgot how tiny the village is, how cozy and familiar all of it is. The dirt roads you walked on, mostly with Hyunjin by your side, the little forest that led to a clearing you used for picnic dates and stargazing, your grandmother's colorful garden, the porch she always sat on, admiring the flowers she helped grow. Even the air smelled familiar and it was almost as if you had never left.
"Let me help with your bags." the man said as you walked out of the car, taking a deep breath of fresh air into your lungs.
"Thank you." you said as he pulled out your suitcase. "Careful with those, please!" you added as the driver struggled, finally managing to put both of your suitcases down.
You missed the annoyed look he gave you while you put on your lipgloss, making sure your lips were nice and plump as you checked yourself out in the little pocket mirror.
"Oh, right." you remembered. "Here." you opened your wallet and grabbed some bills, paying the driver and leaving him a nice tip.
Before you could close your wallet, something caught your eye. A little picture of you and Hyunjin, where he was holding you from behind, both of your faces rosy with big smiles as you were chuckling together. You sighed and closed your wallet quickly, shoving it into your bag.
"Thanks for the tip, miss. Have a nice day." the man rounded his car.
"You too." you waved and he turned on his car while you stepped back as the screeching tires lifted up the dirt.
"Ugh." you made a disgusted face, turning around to pull your suitcases with you. After a struggle with the luggage, you managed to finally make the little wheels roll as you walked into the driveway of your childhood home.
"Shit!" your heart leaped out of your chest when your foot got stuck and you pulled, gasping once again when you realized your heel broke.
"Great. Just what I need." you rolled your eyes. Not a good beginning to this visit, you thought.
"Oh, she's here!" you heard the warm, familiar voice belonging to your grandma.
"Nana!" you called out to your grandma as she made her way to you, surprisingly agile for her age. "Oh!" you gasped when she gave you a bone crushing hug.
"Oh, how I missed you my child!" she was already pinching your cheeks as you groaned, noticing your grandfather had just walked out on the porch.
"There's my favorite grandchild." he said with a wink and you shook your, chuckling.
"Of course I'm your favorite when I'm the only one." you laughed quietly and grandma shushed you.
"Don't ruin his jokes, it makes him happy." she nudged you with a wink and you nodded.
"Come here." your grandpa kissed your cheeks, taking a moment to look at you.
"You look all serious and business-y." he said and you chuckled, looking down at your attire.
You were still wearing the suit you'd usually wear to work and the heels that were now broken.
"My heel broke." you remembered and you grandma started laughing.
"Honey, you can forget about heels here. I hope you brought some comfortable shoes that are dirt friendly." she joked as your grandpa helped with your luggage.
As soon as you walked into the house, you were hit with an even bigger wave of nostalgia than the one slowly building in your soul while you drove towards the village. They haven't changed almost anything, all the decoration was the same, everything smelled the same and familiar, like the home you grew up in never changed.
Like you never changed.
"Are you hungry, my child?"
"Oh yes." you nodded at your grandma eagerly, happy to be eating her home-cooked food.
"Good, wash your hands and join us for dinner."
She gave you some house slippers as you threw your poor broken heels aside and after washing your hands, you joined them at the table.
"So, how is the big city treating you?" your grandpa asked and you caught them up on your work, friends, your apartment, anything about the city you thought was worth mentioning.
"How are things here?" you asked after they listened to you, interested in your new experiences.
"Oh, you know. There is always something to do here. We have the house, the garden, the chickens, the goats. We are not as young and strong as we were once before but we are used to working. Plus, someone always comes to help out." nana explained.
"Like who?" you asked absentmindedly, chewing on the salad.
"Well, do you remember Chan? He was always a nice boy, that one. He got married recently but he still comes to help out with some repairs the house needs."
"Chan got married? Wow." you chuckled, it made sense. He had the same girlfriend for years and he was older than you so you weren't that surprised.
"And of course, Hyunjin." you grandma gave you a knowing smile as your entire body froze and you almost choked on your salad.
"Hyunjin got married?!" you spat out and your grandma gasped and then started laughing.
"No, dear, no." she chuckled at your reaction. "I meant Hyunjin comes here to help a lot. He repainted the entire kitchen and living room. Helps out with the animals and the garden when he isn't working on his farm. Or working around with other people, helping them build their houses and things like that."
"Oh..." you swallowed. "So, you see him a lot?"
"Yeah, almost every day!" grandpa chuckled. "He even joined us for breakfast this morning."
You suddenly felt a knot forming in your stomach. Hyunjin spent more time in your home, with your family than you did.
"Does he... does he have someone? You know. A partner." your voice broke a little as you blinked your tears away. You hated how you always cried easily, especially when it's about Hyunjin.
"No, he only works." your grandma frowned. "That boy never stops from early in the morning until late night hours. He just works and works his days away."
Somehow, that made you feel a little more at ease even though your heart still hurt.
"He asks about you, you know." grandma added.
You almost choked on your food again.
"He does?" you swallowed quickly, deciding that your appetite is now gone.
"Yeah. He asks if you're healthy, if you're doing good."
"Oh."
The weight of your grandma's words settled in your heart, heavy like a rock even as you tried to distract yourself with washing dishes and helping her clean up.
"Your room is the same as it was always. We never touched or removed anything." your grandma smiled at you, her hand gentle on your cheek.
"You should go see Hyunjin." she added.
"I- Maybe later." your throat dried up and you needed a moment to yourself, a moment to gather your thoughts. You walked up the stairs to your room as soon as you finished cleaning up, pulling your suitcases up with you. When the door creaked open, you were greeted by your past.
Your grandparents really left everything intact.
You stopped in your tracks after closing the door, too scared to move so you wouldn't disrupt the memories you were witnessing in your mind. Countless times Hyunjin and you spent here, ever since you were kids all the way up to the end of high school and the summer before you left for good. He was everywhere in that room. He sat on your windowsill, he paced around the floor, he swayed backwards on your chair (falling on his butt one too many times), he laid on your bed, kissing you and telling you how much he loves you.
There were polaroid pictures of you on the left side of your table, the drawings he gave you as a gift, your favorite teddy bear he got you for your one year anniversary still propped up against your pillows... You opened your drawer and found your diaries, his name scribbled on the pages, on your heart. You picked up one of the polaroids as your other hand automatically went to your chest. The couple necklaces you shared, one half of a heart was still around your neck, hidden under your shirt and close to your heart, the other one was still with him or maybe it wasn't. Maybe he threw it away after you left and never came back, not even returning his calls or texts.
"Hyunjin..." you whispered as you smiled at the picture, him with his hair over his eyes trying to make a scary face and you in the back, your hands on his shoulders as you stood on your tippy toes and put your tongue out, making a silly face.
Suddenly, you were overcome by emotions and tears spilled from your eyes. You loved him your entire life. And even if you tried to escape that feeling, you never really could. Hyunjin grew roots inside your heart and he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. You let yourself cry for a moment, hugging the teddy bear as you sat on your bed.
Should you go see him?
He has every right to be mad at you and you were scared of him turning a cold shoulder. But then again, your grandma said he asks for you. Maybe he is just curious?
Either way, you weren't ready to face him yet.
You decided to unpack and shower, change into something more comfortable and hopefully catch up on sleep.
But as soon as you got into your bed, sleep wouldn't come to you, no matter how quiet and peaceful the village was in comparison to the city and how comfortable your old bed was. Your mind drifted off to that night when Hyunjin snuck in, right before your prom.
Six years ago
"Hey, little bunny." Hyunjin had climbed through the window that you left open for him, knocking down one of your books from the shelf next to it in the process.
"Hyun!" you scolded him with a chuckle.
"I know, I know. I'm trying to be quiet." he whispered, lifting his arms up in defeat.
"Come here, clumsy." you giggled and he practically skipped to you, his long arms wrapping around your smaller frame and pulling you into him.
"I'm so excited for tomorrow." your voice was muffled by his chest and he chuckled.
"Me too. I hope I don't step on your toes." he grimaced and you looked up at him, your fingers tangled in his long dark hair.
"You won't. You're a great dancer and we practiced a lot." you smiled, caressing the back of his neck and Hyunjin melted, his arms tightening around you.
"Yes, but when I'm nervous I can't control my body." he whined with a pout. "There will be other people there, looking at us and-"
"You'll do fine, trust me." you interrupted his nervous babbling. "Just imagine it's the two of us, like right now." you swayed slowly and he followed you, exhaling and pressing his forehead against yours.
"I love you, little bunny." he whispered.
"I love you too, Jinnie." you whispered back and his lips were on yours instantly. Hands explored awkwardly as you were backed into your bed, falling down with Hyunjin on top of you. You had messed around like this before, his hands under your nightgown, fingers dipping into your underwear, your hand wrapped around his length.
"H-Hyunjin?" you whimpered as he slowly pumped his fingers inside you, kissing your neck.
"Yes, doll?" he whispered back, the nickname giving you shivers.
"I'm ready. For... you know. I wanna go all the way with you." you bit on your lip as his eyes widened.
"Are you- are you sure? I can wait for you for however long you need. You don't have to feel pressured." he shook his head, pulling his fingers out.
"No, no. I am sure. I love you and I want to be yours completely." you gripped at his shoulders and Hyunjin's heart leaped out of his chest as he smiled sweetly at you.
"I want to be yours completely too. Be your first and your last. And you mine."
"Jinnie." you almost started crying from the overwhelming feelings, your lips quickly finding his. Hyunjin was a little awkward, unsure of himself and scared that he'll hurt you or do something wrong but he was still gentle, trying to put you first even though he was more excited than ever to have you like this and be connected with you.
"I have condoms in the drawer." you pointed at the nightstand and he narrowed his eyes at you.
"You were planning this?" his face became as red as a tomato.
"I mean, yeah." you nodded, the color of your cheeks matching his. "I've wanted this with you for some time but I was nervous to tell you." you admitted.
"You're so cute, bunny." Hyunjin giggled, caressing your cheek gently with his knuckles.
"Ugh." you groaned in embarrassment while he kept chuckling, reaching for the drawer.
The moment he started pushing in, the world around you disappeared and you were concentrated only on him.
"Does it hurt?" Hyunjin asked as he kept filling you up gently.
"A little." you gasped, it was definitely a bigger stretch than his fingers.
"I'm sorry." he looked guilty immediately. "Do you want me to stop?"
"N-no. Keep going." you whispered, holding onto his upper back.
Hyunjin's eyes fluttered shut when he bottomed out inside you, his entire body was buzzing, his heart was beating fast and he was trying to gather all the mental and physical strength not to finish too quickly.
"Y/n." he gasped when he finally opened his eyes and looked at you, a sweet lovestruck expression on your face, your eyes sparkling, all for him, all his.
"Hyunjin." you moaned at the way he felt inside you and the way he looked at you, like you hung all the stars in the sky just for him.
"I adore you, bunny." Hyunjin said gently and your heart bursted right then and there.
"I adore you too." you whispered back.
He slowly started moving inside you, whispering words of love and praise the entire time as you clutched onto him and returned his praises.
You've never felt like that before, completely and utterly loved by him, connected with him.
Which made it harder for you to give him the news you were supposed to tomorrow after prom.
Present time
You were rudely awakened at 5am when the rooster in your nana's backyard started crowing loudly.
"Ugh!" you forgot about all the charms of living in a village as you grabbed the pillow and put it over your face, a muffled 'shut up' pressed into it. You waited for a few moments, throwing the pillow aside and turning to your left, coming face to face with the teddy bear Hyunjin gave you, which of course you named 'Jinnie' back then, making your boyfriend laugh adoringly at you.
"Good morning, Jinnie." you said to the teddy, pulling the plushie closer to you as you hugged it and sighed. "Guess I should get up." you added with a shrug before stretching and then getting up.
You opened up your wardrobe, choosing to wear a red dress with a dainty floral print on it and got ready in your room, listening to music just like you did every day before school or a date with your boyfriend years ago. You opened up another drawer in your table and gasped when you saw the corsage that Hyunjin gave to you when he came to pick you up before prom.
You clutched it in your hand and thought back to that night, when Hyunjin came to pick you up.
Six years ago
To say Hyunjin was nervous was an understatement. He felt as if every atom of his being was about to burst into little pieces when he rang your doorbell. He was a wreck as he kept wiping his sweaty palms against his jacket, annoyed at the fact that no matter how many deep breaths he took, his heart was still hammering against his chest, ready to burst. Why was he so nervous? It was just you, his little bunny.
Oh, but he wasn't ready and he was right to be so nervous because as soon as your grandma opened the door with a smile, ushering him in, his eyes landed on you and they widened. Hyunjin felt as if the world stopped spinning, all the clocks stopped ticking, his heart quit beating and his breath got stuck in his throat. You became the only center of gravity, pulling him in towards you and nothing else around the two of you mattered.
He was completely and utterly floored and whipped for you.
Hyunjin finally understood the meaning of the word 'breathtaking' because that was the only thing that came to mind as you smiled at him so beautifully, so in love, so happy, wearing the most gorgeous dress he'd ever seen you in.
"Y/n." was the only thing he managed to say and you chuckled, your heart swelling at his reaction.
It was your turn to gawk as he came closer to you, you'd never seen him wearing a suit before and he looked even more handsome than he ever did. Your knees buckled when he stood close to you, the smell of his cologne was intoxicating but his lovestruck smile was even more mesmerizing.
Your grandparents smiled lovingly at the two of you before glancing at each other knowingly as Hyunjin gave you your corsage, gently putting it on your wrist. So many pictures were taken before you had to rush out so you wouldn't be late to the dance.
The night was magical and everything seemed possible under the fairy lights as Hyunjin and you swayed to the gentle melody of the familiar song coming from the speakers.
"Do you want to slip out after our song?" Hyunjin's plump lips brushed against your ear as he pulled you tighter into his heated body.
"Won't the chaperones notice?" you asked as you looked up at him only to find him smirking.
"We'll be stealthy." he said and you giggled.
"Right, stealthy."
"Yes, see I didn't even step on your foot!"
"Not yet." you teased him and Hyunjin pouted, whining and burying his face in your shoulder.
"Mean bunny." he tickled your sides, making you squirm and squeal.
"Fine, sorry." you giggled, knowing he wasn't actually offended. "You did a great job." you added and Hyunjin looked up at you with a sweet smile, his cheeks rosy.
"Thank you, doll. You did too." he smirked, brushing his lips against yours.
You managed to sneak out somehow while everyone was dancing to a quicker beat and you knew exactly where you were going; to your favorite spot with Hyunjin, the path to it so familiar that you could walk through it blind, the soil remembering all your footsteps.
"Hyune, um... I'm wearing heels." you whispered as he shined the path ahead with a little pocket flashlight.
"Oh, right." he thought for a moment before kneeling down. "Get on my back, doll."
"Are you sure?" you asked and he chuckled.
"Of course." he nodded eagerly and you climbed up on his back, feeling light and happy, giggles spilling from both of your lips. "Hold this." Hyunjin gave you the light and you shined it ahead as he gripped the back of your thighs and carried you.
Being a little tease, Hyunjin pretended he was going to drop you a few times only to have you almost scream as your arms wrapped tighter around him.
"Stop that!" you whined.
"Sorry, sorry bunny. I'll stop. You're just so cute." he smirked.
"If you weren't carrying me right now, you'd be in big trouble." you scolded and Hyunjin let out a laugh, your favorite tree coming into view.
"Yes, I know. Biiiig trouble." he kept chuckling and you were this close to biting his shoulder.
"Here we are, bunny." he gently put you down and wrapped his arm around you as the two of you stared at the carving in the trunk.
Hyunjin + Y/n.
Both of you laughed then, you had carved your names in when you were barely 16 and seeing it now was equally as embarrassing as it was sweet.
"Y/n?"
"Yeah?" you looked up at Hyunjin and he smiled sweetly at you.
"I promise I'll love you forever." he whispered, lifting his pinky and you giggled.
"I promise I'll love you forever too, my sweet Jinnie." you whispered back, your pinky curling around his.
Hyunjin chuckled in delight and pulled you into a sweet kiss.
You didn't have the heart to tell him you got into uni and would be leaving the village in September.
Present time
You had to go visit the tree.
"Fuck." you cursed, angrily wiping your tears away, before putting the corsage back into the drawer and slamming it shut.
Too many memories.
You quickly made your way downstairs where your nana was already serving breakfast.
"Oh, I thought you'd be sleeping more, dear." she lifted her brows in surprise.
"I thought so too." you joked, giving her a pointed look and she laughed.
"I see you forgot how it is here." nana shook her head. "When you haven't been around for so long."
"I'm sorry." you grimaced, sitting down to eat with her. "I know I should've visited more. I got caught up in studies and work and-"
"Breathe, dear." your grandma squeezed your hand with a chuckle. "It's not me who you should be explaining this to."
You gulped, knowing she was referring to Hyunjin.
"Where's grandpa?" you asked.
"He's out back, working."
"I was thinking of going for a walk before lunch. I'll make sure to come back though to help out."
"Sure, dear. You haven't been here for so long, you should catch up with the place and the people." grandma nodded with a wink and that was exactly what you planned to do.
It was around 7am when you finally walked out of the house, inhaling the fresh air you were deprived of in the big city. It was a bit chilly in the morning so you draped a light jacket over your shoulders and let your legs lead you through the familiar streets.
You still didn't want to see Hyunjin so you went the opposite direction of his house, trying to stick to the shadows for now, just to have a little more peace to yourself and mentally prepare for the inevitable encounters of everyone you grew up with.
It was painful. Walking all the familiar paths you walked through before with him, it was as if you could hear his laughter echoing down the street. Your heart squeezed in your chest when you realized just where your legs had taken you.
The tree.
It was still there, as tall as ever, its branches familiar as you and Hyunjin had laid under them multiple times, kissing, talking, laughing, holding each other close. You walked closer, your eyes brimming with tears when you saw the carving. Hyunjin + Y/n. Forever.
The word you had added that night after prom.
You cursed yourself mentally for crying again and being so overcome with emotions. You couldn't stand there for too long and were about to leave when something caught your eye. Another carving, smaller and almost unnoticeable on the right side of yours. You leaned in closer to inspect it and your heart almost stopped.
Hyunjin.
Nothing else, just his name was carved into the wood and you felt fresh tears forming in your eyes. Leaving was definitely a mistake, maybe the biggest mistake you ever made, especially after the let down you experienced in the city. You wiped your tears away again and decided to leave the tree be, your heart hurting at the thought of Hyunjin sitting under the branches alone, carving his name and wondering why you had never called back or came to see him. You walked away, back down the path and into the village, deep in your thoughts. Lost in the memories of what once was you didn't even realize where you came, as your legs walked on autopilot.
Only when the familiar light blue house came into view, you snapped from your thoughts, eyes wide and heart dropping into your stomach.
"Shit!" you whisper-yelled. This was the only house you wanted to avoid and yet you were standing right in front of it. As far as you knew, Hyunjin's parents didn't live there anymore, he was living in the big house completely alone, his only companions his animals.
Your knees almost gave out as you stared, before getting spooked when you heard barking. A big black dog ran to the fence, barking at you in warning. You had never seen it before so Hyunjin must've gotten it after you went to the city. You backed away as the dog kept barking at you in a not-so-friendly manner. You turned and started walking away, hoping Hyunjin didn't hear that or wasn't home because you still weren't ready to see him let alone talk to him.
Then, you heard a familiar voice.
"Easy girl, easy." you assumed he was talking to the dog as the barking subsided immediately and you stopped in your tracks.
"Well, well." you heard then. "If it isn't little bunny."
Your heart leaped out of your chest. You hadn't heard that nickname in years.
"Don't even wanna say hi?" Hyunjin continued and you heard the sound of the little fence door opening. Slowly, you turned around and basically almost fainted.
This wasn't your sweet, shy and little Jinnie. You almost didn't recognize him as you stared at him with eyes wide and mouth agape.
His long hair was gone, replaced by a neat buzzcut that was also bleached, he had piercings on his ears, his arms were big and muscular, a few tattoos here and there, visible in the tanktop he wore. He looked taller, bigger, more manly. Your knees buckled and the more you looked at him the more you felt lightheaded.
Hyunjin smirked, noticing how you were salivating and a little chuckle escaped his lips.
"Gonna catch flies like that." he teased and you closed your mouth, attempting to compose yourself as you stood up straighter. His eyes then traveled all over your frame, the teasing glint inside them turning into something softer until they fell on the necklace and he felt as if the ground underneath his feet almost gave out.
You were still wearing it. Just like he was, his half heart hidden under his top.
"Hi." you said quietly. "You look different."
"A lot can change in six years." he stated, still keeping a good distance away from you.
"It can." you stepped back, feeling suffocated by his presence as you tried to read his face and tone of voice. Was there anger? Regret? Did he resent you?
"You're different too." a small smile appeared on his lips.
"How so?" you tilted your head to the left, thinking how you pretty much looked the same since the end of high school.
"You've gotten even more beautiful." Hyunjin said like it was nothing and you were sure you were having a heart attack in that moment.
"I- That- Thank you." you had no idea what to say. "I have to go... Help nana with lunch. And stuff."
Hyunjin smiled wider.
"I'll see you later then, bunny."
"Sure." you turned around so quickly that you almost snapped your neck. Hyunjin watched with bathed breath as you scurried away from him.
You finally came back.
-
"Did you see Hyunjin?" nana asked as you helped her clean around the kitchen after lunch.
"Accidentally, yes." you said and she chuckled.
"I never understood why you broke up, you two are made for each other." she said and you almost dropped the plate you were holding.
"We didn't... actually break up. I just left."
"I thought you were still together back then, I was wondering why he never went to visit you or you him. I only realized you weren't together once he asked me if I knew where you lived in the city. Which I forgot the address, dear, so I hope I didn't do anything wrong by not telling him."
"No, no, nana. You did nothing wrong. It was my fault. I thought I was doing the right thing. But I'm not so sure anymore." your eyes welled up with tears as you clutched onto the counter.
"Oh, honey." your grandma was instantly by your side.
"I told him I would come back. I wouldn't be surprised if he hated me now and wanted nothing to do with me." you sniffled as nana wiped your tears away.
"Oh dear, Hyunjin doesn't hate you. He talks very fondly of you always. That boy still loves you."
"He- He does?" you thought back to your encounter today.
"A love like that doesn't disappear overnight. Or over the span of six years." your grandma teased, making you chuckle through your tears.
"If you say so."
"Talk to him. He is coming to dinner tonight anyways." she announced.
"He is what?!" you almost yelled.
"He usually joins us for dinner. At least a few days in the week."
You panicked immediately.
"I have to go get ready then!"
Nana bursted into laughter as she watched you frantically run up the stairs.
"What was that about?" grandpa came in, looking up at the metaphorical dust that you left behind after running.
"Oh you know. Love." grandma winked at him and he shook his head with a smile.
Shit.
Hyunjin is coming over for dinner. You had to look your best.
You've gotten even more beautiful.
His words rang in your head and your cheeks became red instantly, heart beating hard in your chest. You quickly opened your wardrobe and began throwing clothes everywhere, your room soon looking as if a tornado had passed through it. You tried on multiple outfits but with every single one you found something wrong. The color was too bright, the shirt was too big, the pants looked weird...
So you settled on another dress, a pretty and white flowy one with yellow flowers on it, the shape of it accentuating your frame, your bare legs on display. You decided to wear heels too and put on some makeup. You were so nervous as if you hadn't already been his.
While you were doing your hair, you stared into your reflection and remembered that warm summer night when you told Hyunjin you were leaving.
Six years ago
Hyunjin and you sat on a blanket, staring up at the stars shimmering in the dark sky.
"Jinnie." you swallowed nervously.
"Yes, bunny?" he smiled, playing with your fingers.
"I have something to tell you."
"Oh? Okay." he nodded, sitting up.
"Um. It's been weighing on me since prom."
"You sound serious." Hyunjin's expression turned into one of worry.
"It is serious. And I didn't tell you earlier because I was afraid of how you'd react." your heart started beating fast. "I got into my uni of choice."
"Bunny! You did?" he smiled wide. "Why didn't you tell me that? You know I support you and I'm proud of you."
"I know. It's just that... I'm leaving and I don't know when I'll be back." you said. "We talked about this briefly before but... I don't want to stay in the village. There is nothing for me here, I mean career wise. Meanwhile... You decided to work with your father and build your life here."
Hyunjin's smile dropped.
"What are you saying?" his voice sounded strained.
"Are we... Are we breaking up?" he asked, tears forming in his eyes.
"No. No. I don't want to. I don't know." you bit your lip and looked away from him.
"Y/n. Please, don't do this. I've known no one but you my whole life. You're the one I love and the one I promised forever to. We even talked about building a life together, getting married, having kids."
"I know, I know. You're my first love, Jinnie. And those were all nice daydreams but there comes a time when you need to grow up."
"Daydreams? Bunny. Those were plans." his bottom lip trembled and he frowned. "This really sounds like you're breaking up with me."
"No, no." tears started spilling down your cheeks when you saw the hurt in his eyes and realized how harsh your words sounded. "Just... I'm confused. I don't know what to do." you put your hands over your face, a sob escaping your lips.
Hyunjin's eyes softened and he put his hand on your upper back, gently caressing you.
"Hey, look. I know you're scared now, this is a big change. But, we'll figure it out together. You go finish your studies, do what you always wanted to. But please don't throw away what we have. I'll always wait for you, I'll wait until you come visit or I can visit you. We can call each other, we don't have to grow apart in order for you to grow."
"I guess not." his words hit you hard as you looked up at him.
"Don't cry, baby. I love you and I'm so happy for you. I'm so proud of my little bunny." he talked, wiping your tears away.
"Jinnie. I love you too." you clutched onto his shirt and cried into his chest.
Oh, how you were going to miss him.
Present time
But after you left, you never even contacted him.
You knew how cruel that was but you thought it was for the best. If you were going to build a life in the city and he was going to stay behind in the village, it was better off like this.
Childhood crushes and high school sweethearts don't always last, do they?
But, your heart hurt so badly every day you were away from Hyunjin. You wanted to forget him, stop loving him but you couldn't no matter how hard you tried. Every time you thought you were ready to take off the couple necklace, your hands would stop functioning. You couldn't bring yourself to do that, the necklace felt as if it was a part of you and despite being away from Hyunjin you knew your heart would always belong to him.
With a sigh, you finished getting ready, wondering if he could really still love you after you'd hurt him like that.
Before you could come down, you heard voices under your window and you stalked towards it curiously. It was closed so you couldn't understand what they were saying but Hyunjin stood there with your grandpa, his back turned to you. You gasped a little, noticing then how his shoulders and upper back also got wider, the black shirt he wore almost ripping at the seams.
"Give me strength." you prayed to whoever was listening before you decided to stop hiding and finally made your way downstairs.
"Yes, I'll definitely ask Chan to help out with the fence, I think he won't be busy this weekend." Hyunjin said to your grandpa as they walked into the kitchen.
"Great! That's settled then!" grandpa clapped his hands with a satisfied smile. Hyunjin looked up at you then and stopped walking, giving you the elevator eyes.
"Good evening." he smirked a little.
"Evening." you said breathlessly and you grandma chuckled.
"Why are you two acting so formal?" grandpa asked as you sat down.
"Leave them be. They just encountered each other after a long time." nana scolded him and he gave a little shrug.
Hyunjin was sitting right across from you and you felt as if there was nowhere to hide. He kept looking at you curiously and you felt so awkward, trying to avoid his eyes as all of you started taking food out on the plates and eating.
Hyunjin couldn't calm his heart down. All the feelings that he carried inside of him every single day, from dawn to late night, were now amplified a thousand times. All those nights he had thought about you and seen you in his dreams couldn't compare to you actually being in front of him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, he missed you deeply. The love he always had for you never subsided, it only grew more even while you were apart.
Though, he knew that there were things the two of you needed to talk about, he decided not to think about the hurtful side of it, tossing it in the back of his mind as he continued to bask in your presence. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your hands, the way your brows creased when you asked a question to your nana, the way you looked up at him timidly only to look away, the way you nervously chewed on your bottom lip, the way that necklace he gave you laid on your skin, still there, as if you had never left, a sign that you perhaps still loved him as much as he loved you.
"So, how is the city treating ya?" Hyunjin asked you suddenly, eyes trained on you as they have been the entire evening.
"It's... okay." you answered but Hyunjin knew you were lying. He knew when you wore a fake smile and he knew the tone of your voice once you tried to convince yourself you're fine.
"Oh yeah? Got that job you always wanted, hm?" he asked and you looked up at him, trying to see if he was mocking you or resenting you but he looked genuinely curious.
"I did." you answered shortly, a knot forming in your stomach. "I got what I wanted." you forced another smile.
"I'm glad you did." he smiled and you felt the urge to cry again. You wondered what was wrong with you and shook your head, trying to will yourself to smile back at him.
"I always thought the two of you would get married." your nana chimed in, making you almost choke on a piece of bread. Hyunjin chuckled and looked at you.
"We're still young." he smirked a little and you started praying that the floor opens up and swallows you whole.
"You two remind me of us when we were younger." grandpa nodded with a smile.
No, you thought, please stop.
You were really going to start crying.
"Excuse me. I need some air." you stood up abruptly, the chair almost falling over behind you.
Hyunjin watched as you ran out of the front door and he stood up too, excusing himself and following you.
You stood on the porch, hugging yourself and sniffling.
"Y/n?" Hyunjin approached you cautiously. You quickly wiped your tears away with the sleeve of your cardigan before turning to look at him.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Sure." you nodded but he knew you were crying.
"You wanna take a walk?" Hyunjin asked, biting on his lip and you chuckled, shaking your head.
"Yeah, why not." you nodded, maybe it was time to stop avoiding him.
You didn't even discuss where you were going to go, you just started walking together in the same direction you always did while you grew up here. It was quiet for a while, only the song of the crickets filling up your ears, a few distant barks and the breeze rustling through the leaves.
"So, what have you been doing?" you asked, trying to break the ice. You couldn't believe you felt so awkward with someone you could talk to the easiest with, out of anyone in your entire life.
"Me? Oh, you know... Working around the farm. I repaired the entire house with some of my mates. It was in a really bad shape, if you remember. We re-did everything, even the roofing and the pipes. Repainted the entire place, changed the furniture... So, it's now like a new house. And I have horses and chickens. A garden. I mean, I work all day, help out others too." he chuckled. "My parents are in the city, they visit sometimes. But, mostly I'm here with Rina, she has been my best friend for three years now."
"Rina?" your stomach dropped instantly.
"Yes, that overprotective black dog that barked at you." Hyunjin smirked at your expression.
"Oh... That's Rina." you said absentmindedly, finally glancing at him.
Your heart stopped.
The necklace. He must've unbuttoned one more button while you were walking, making the other half of the heart visible under his collarbone. He never stopped wearing it either. Suddenly, your stomach filled up with butterflies.
"She's wary of strangers coming near me."
Ouch.
"Yeah." you turned away, the butterflies turning into a feeling of nausea.
"I mean, strangers to her." Hyunjin clarified, realizing how he sounded.
"Yeah, I understand." you gave him a smile you hoped looked real, because you were seconds away from crying. "You still paint?" you decided to change the subject.
"Oh yeah, all the time." he smiled. "Enough about me. What about you?"
"Me? I also work all day. In the office. It's... interesting, I guess. I bought an apartment recently, it's really modern." you talked, realizing how empty your words sounded then. You had no idea what to tell Hyunjin. He had all these projects and people who care about him, animals he cares for and his hobbies. Meanwhile, all you had was a job you ended up hating and no one to come home to.
"I travel a lot." you added, trying to fill up the silence. "For work but also for fun, with some of my coworkers. We went all the way to Bali last year. It was a fun trip, you know. Stuff like that."
"Sounds exhilarating." Hyunjin said, sounding anything but. "Anyone special in your life?"
Why did he ask that.
"No, nobody." you quickly answered.
Hyunjin was hoping you'd say that.
"Good. I mean- Me neither." he coughed awkwardly and stopped walking. You were about to ask why he stopped when you noticed where you were.
"Oh." you let out a chuckle, your face warming up.
You hadn't even realized you came to the only park in the village, and not just that, you were standing in front of your and Hyunjin's bench, where you used to sit after school, talking and kissing.
And well, you sat here on many evenings just like this one, making out. Your face started burning suddenly.
"Shall we sit?" Hyunjin asked and you nodded reluctantly as you felt like you were going to throw up from nerves. The two of you sat down, the silence stretching between you again.
"I-" Hyunjin opened his mouth, then closed them, repeating the action a few times, his brows furrowing and cheeks rosy, his hands gripping the edge of the bench like he was struggling to get his words out. You were almost swallowed by the nerves you felt in that moment, you were scared that he was going to tell you off, just what you deserve.
"I tried to find you." he let out a shaky exhale. "You covered up your tracks pretty well." he scoffed. "I mean, I got the message. You didn't want to see me ever again. And I'd be fine with that if only you gave me a reason, told me why you just disappeared from my life when you've been a part of it since forever. I thought for some time that you have completely abandoned me. But, somewhere deep in my soul I knew you'd be back one day, Y/n."
"Hyunjin..." your bottom lip trembled as your eyes watered. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I made a huge mistake. And I would totally understand if you hated me or resented me and never wanted to forgive me. Just know I felt bad the entire time and I still do." you were full on crying and feeling embarrassed, you looked away from Hyunjin.
"I could never hate you, little bunny." his voice sounded soft and you willed yourself to look at him while you wiped your tears away even though they kept coming. "And I forgave you a long time ago." he whispered. You noticed he was sitting closer to you and your body trembled.
"You did? Why?" you asked quietly.
"Because it's you." he answered simply and you felt annoyed, wanting to hear more. But, before you could ask Hyunjin stood up abruptly.
"Let's meet up tomorrow. Have a picnic like we always used to." he said and you stood up too.
You stared at him and kept thinking, could things go back to how they were before?
You felt as if there was something he wasn't telling you yet, there was no way he forgave you so easily for abandoning him.
"What do you say?" Hyunjin looked at you hopefully.
"Sure. Yeah." you nodded, your body swirling with feelings of confusion, excitement, nostalgia, happiness, sadness... You had no idea how to explain it.
"Great. I'll come to your house around 10am."
"Sounds good."
"Let me walk you home." he added, the two of you walking and talking about the village, who stayed and who moved, which new stores opened and all the other insignificant little things just to avoid the big elephant that needed to be addressed.
"I'll see you tomorrow, bunny." Hyunjin put his hands in his jeans pockets, trying to look nonchalant.
"See you." you hurried inside.
"And that smile?" your nana's voice scared you.
"Oh, nana! Ugh, nothing. I'm just going to see Hyunjin tomorrow." you answered quickly.
"Oh. Hyunjin." she smirked knowingly. "Well, have a good night." she winked before leaving to her room.
You hoped you were going to be able to sleep tonight.
You managed to sleep through the rooster's wake up call, opening your eyes just in time to get ready for your picnic date.
Was it a date? You had no idea what was going to happen but still you wore another pretty dress and put on your makeup. You decided to wear extra shiny lipgloss to make your lips stand out, hopefully get Hyunjin's attention. You felt giddy, like you were that same school girl meeting up her boyfriend, the love of her life.
"Oh, dear you look so pretty." your grandma noted when you came downstairs.
"Thank you, nana." you smiled.
"Are you gonna eat anything?"
"No, Hyunjin told me not to worry and that he'd bring everything."
"Okay, well have fun you two!" she winked at you and you kissed her cheek before skipping out of the house and towards the street where Hyunjin said he'd wait for you.
He wasn't there yet so you stood in place, shifting from foot to foot and wondering why he is late since he'd always been punctual. It was already almost 10:15 and you were beginning to think he had played a cruel joke on you. You were already tearing up at the thought of that but maybe you deserved it after the way you treated him.
You were about to turn around and leave but you heard heavy footsteps running towards you.
"Y/n! I'm so sorry for being late!" it was a breathless Hyunjin, leaning his palms against his knees as he scrunched his face up and tried to calm his heart. "I ran into Chan on the way and he needed help carrying some things, I couldn't say no." he swallowed, straightening up.
Just then you noticed the backpack on his shoulders and the thin sheen of sweat forming on his forehead, the tanktop was there again and your eyes followed all the veins popping out.
"Oh, it's okay." you shook your head, feeling stupid.
"Shall we?" he smiled and you nodded, letting him lead the way. His eyes lingered on your lips for a while as he bit on his, before starting to walk. It was clear to you where you were going, the tree was your picnic and stargazing spot for years.
"I saw you by the tree the other day." Hyunjin said, putting his backpack down and opening it.
"Oh? You did?" your heart climbed up your throat.
"Yeah." he smiled. " I thought I was hallucinating."
You chuckled, feeling the need to smack his arm like you always did when he made you laugh but you refrained from doing so.
"Nope, I'm here." you said, helping him put the blanket down.
"I'm glad you are." he said and the two of you sat down, Hyunjin taking everything that he had packed out; fruit salad, sandwiches, coffee. You didn't feel like you deserved this. You wanted to ask him so many things. Like why did he carve his name alone in the tree trunk, why did he seem so normal about all of this, why didn't he just yell at you, like any other person would after being hurt.
"Hyunjin?" you gulped, poking around the plastic container with the fruit. He gave you an unreadable look, his brows furrowing.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" he said and you chuckled nervously.
"Well, that's your name."
"Yeah but you always called me nicknames. Like Jinnie or Hyune. And other things." he looked at the field of flowers swaying in front of you.
You hadn't answered so he turned to look at you.
"Why aren't you yelling at me or cursing me out?" you asked and Hyunjin's eyes widened a little.
"Why would I do that?" he tilted his head.
"Because I promised I'd love you forever and I left. I didn't even come back for six years, I thought I was doing a good thing. That I'd be better off in the city and you'd be better off without me. That I'd be able to move on and forget you. I thought I'd never come back here but after what happened-" your shut your lips tightly, eyes watering. "After being disappointed with everything I thought I wanted in my life, I came back here and expected to see that you moved on or even gotten married. I expected you to hate me, yell at me, curse at me. But here we are, sitting under our tree, having a picnic like I never broke your heart and mine." you were now full on crying, your bottom lip trembling and hands shaking.
Hyunjin observed you with a wistful look in his eyes before smiling softly.
"You wanna know why I'm not yelling or cursing at you?" he said, leaning closer to you.
"W-why?" you stuttered, he got into your private space and even though he changed and grew, he still had that comforting scent of Hyunjin, the one that brought you so much comfort and nostalgia.
"Because of this." he reached towards you and gently gripped the pendant of your necklace between his fingertips. "You're still wearing our necklace. And that tells me everything I need to know. Bunny, I've known you my whole life, I've loved you my whole life. I knew you wouldn't be happy in the city and I knew you'd come back here to me one day. I know that because we were made for each other and because I could feel you inside me every day. I just knew our story wasn't over, it was just beginning."
You were at a loss of words, crying and sobbing as Hyunjin talked, feeling embarrassed and also like you wanted to roll down the hill from excitement. You wiped at your face, trying not to screw up the makeup you worked so hard on while letting his words settle inside your head.
"Oh my god, Hyunjin!" you shrieked suddenly, grabbing onto his arm on accident.
"Y/n." he laughed as you kept squealing and gripping at his bicep while a little bee flew around your body. "It's just a bee, don't be scared."
"Please, make it go away." you whined.
"What can I do, a bee found a pretty flower." Hyunjin smirked at you then and you looked up at him with your eyes squinted before slapping his arm. The loud sound made you jolt a little and you looked down at the muscle, something fluttering inside you. Your cheeks warmed up instantly. Hyunjin smirked, his other hand cupping your jaw gently as he made you look at him.
"You didn't break your promise, doll. You still love me." he smiled.
"I do." you confessed quietly and his eyes sparkled a little as he leaned in closer. His eyes fluttered, his cheeks became rosy and his warm breath caressed your lips. You jolted away suddenly, afraid and you had no idea why.
"I'm sorry!" you said quickly, placing your palm over your heart. Hyunjin looked a little confused, his fingers twitching as his hands longed to comfort you in any way they could.
"I got nervous." you said and Hyunjin laughed.
"Don't laugh at me!" you whined with a pout, kicking your feet a little and that made him laugh even harder. "Stop it." you crossed your arms over your chest with a little huff escaping your lips.
"You're just so cute, bunny." how many times has he told you that and it still made your heart flutter. "It's okay. I waited for you for six years, I can wait a little more."
"I just didn't expect things to go like this." you swallowed and Hyunjin scooted closer to you, tentatively touching your fingertips with his. That was enough for you to feel the electricity running through your body.
"I understand. We'll fall back into us in no time."
"You think so?" you asked, inching closer to him, your fingers now playing with his.
"I know so." he smiled confidently. "Just have to ask one question."
"Anything." you nodded.
"Are you back for good or just the anniversary?"
You looked down and took in a deep breath.
"Please don't tell this to my grandparents yet. But I am back for good. I quit my job and sold my apartment, I didn't tell them anything because I am just waiting for the right moment." your voice trembled.
"Didn't something happen?" Hyunjin asked, leaning down to look at your face.
"Just... People were disgusting. The job was depressing. The apartment was cold. The city was lonely. And maybe a part of me hoped you'd be here waiting for me no matter how selfish that is. Because, I don't think I could ever stop loving you, Jinnie. Even if someone wiped away my entire memory I would still have you engraved inside my heart."
"Bunny." Hyunjin cupped your cheeks. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything. I'm sad you went through all of that but it brought you back here, didn't it?"
You nodded.
"And I am glad it did." he leaned in again.
"Ack! The bee!" you squealed as the little creature came back to buzzing around you.
"Silly." Hyunjin chuckled under his breath, 'shielding' you from the scary bee.
You felt as if a stone has been lifted off of your heart as the two of you continued catching up and reminiscing of the good old days. Hours passed by so quickly that you almost didn't realize it was lunch time.
"Nana is expecting me at home for lunch. Do you wanna join us?" you asked with a timid smile.
"I'd love to but Chan invited me to his house for lunch today. We'll come to you tomorrow, he is also excited to see you again, you know that you were always like a little sister to him."
"Oh, I'm excited to see him too." you chuckled.
You couldn't believe that everyone has welcomed you with open arms after you left like that and you were still trying to come to terms that you won't be going back to the city ever again.
When Hyunjin said him and Chan would come around to help your grandpa repair the fence out back, you totally forgot about the fact that Hyunjin would be in a sleeveless top, flexing his muscles and wiping away his sweat constantly. Summer was knocking at the door and the sun was high in the sky. You wore the red dress from the first day, the one Hyunjin stared at so intently when you stood outside of his house. When Chan saw you he made a funny squealing noise, running up to you and picking you up as if you were paper doll, spinning you around as you screamed at him to put you down.
"Aww little Y/n is back!" he pinched your cheeks and you smacked his hands away with a pout.
"I'm only three years younger than you, bro." you emphasized and he laughed.
"I'm glad to see you here. I was beginning to think our Hyunjinnie would die alone." he smirked and Hyunjin punched his side with his fist mumbling a 'shut up or else' and you let out a laugh.
"Congrats on getting married, old man." you smirked and Hyunjin was glad you teased Chan back, a snicker escaping his lips.
"Didn't you say a moment ago it was only three years difference?" he smirked back and you exhaled, rolling your eyes playfully.
"Enough chit-chat. Time to work, boys." you chuckled, sitting at the table your granparents put in the backyard. It was placed under a tree that gave a good shade to it, so it wasn't as hot as it would be but for you it felt like you were enveloped by the sun itself.
Hyunjin was working in the sunlight, his soft skin glistening with sweat almost making him look ethereal and unreal. His muscles were flexing constantly as he moved and lifted stuff up, the veins popping out and now visible everywhere on his arms, hands and even his neck. You were feeling very hot and bothered, feeling like you couldn't breathe properly as your legs pressed together. He glanced at you a few times and you saw the little smirk on his face.
He was provoking you on purpose, the little tease.
Two can play this game, you thought and got up, entering the house so you could find a little towel. You took that time to put on more lipgloss and adjust your dress so your cleavage was more visible.
"There." you nodded to yourself with a smirk before walking back outside and straight towards Hyunjin.
"It's hot, isn't it?" your voice sounded sweet, dripping with honey as you hovered over him where he kneeled, working on the fence. He looked up at you, covering his forehead with his hand so the sun doesn't get into his eyes. His mouth went dry instantly, your bare thighs were right in front of his eyes and your chest on display as you leaned over him.
"Hot. Yes." he managed to say.
"Let me help you with that, Jinnie." you smirked, leaning down a little more as you started gently patting at his forehead, wiping the sweat off and he just sat there breathing heavily as you kept going lower, patting his neck now, noticing how he leaned into your touch, how his eyes fluttered and his breath hitched.
"Better?" you moved away suddenly and he snapped from his trance.
"Y-Yeah."
"Thirsty?" you asked, louder so Chan hears it too.
"Yes!" Chan yelled, his back turned to you thankfully.
You smirked as Hyunjin gulped, staring after you as you turned around towards the house to make some lemonade for the boys. Hyunjin couldn't stop staring at you when they took a break, munching on some cookies your nana made and drinking the fresh lemonade. His eyes fixated on your shiny lips and he longed to taste you once again. Chan kept yapping about his wife and farm enthusiastically and you kept nodding and chuckling all the while Hyunjin didn't even hear a word that came out of Chan's mouth.
It was almost sundown when the boys were done and nana invited them to stay over for dinner, ushering them both to first wash their hands thoroughly before touching any food. The atmosphere was warm and homely, a happy feeling swelling inside your chest. You were home, where you were always supposed to be, where you belonged, with Hyunjin.
"I'll be right back." you stood up after dinner, running upstairs to fix your makeup.
Hyunjin waited for a moment before he followed you to your room. You walked out of the bathroom when he appeared on the doorway, leaning there with a fond smile on his face.
"It looks like a time capsule in here." he looked around in wonder, taking a tentative step inside.
"You haven't been up here?" you asked, eyebrows raised as he looked around, taking in all the memories you two had created together.
"No, your grandparents kept it closed. There was no need for me to be here." Hyunjin's eyes lit up when he looked at your bed. "Jinnie! You kept him!" he pointed to your teddy bear, walking in and picking it up.
"Of course I did. I kept everything."
"Even those cute diaries?" Hyunjin smirked. "Dear diary, today Jinnie and I held hands for the first time as boyfriend and girlfriend. Everyone saw us walking to school together-"
"Shut up!" you squealed, ripping the teddy away from him and smacking him with it multiple times as he laughed at your red cheeks.
"What? It was cute." he giggled, slinking away from your attack.
"It's embarrassing. Even more because you still remember what I wrote. Are you sure you haven't been up here?" you teased, putting Jinnie back on the bed and walking to your table.
"I haven't since the last time we were here together." Hyunjin was behind you suddenly, his voice low as his lips brushed against your ear. You gasped, remembering the last night you spent here with him, on top of him as he guided your hips against his slowly, wanting to make it last as long as possible so you never forget how he feels.
"Right." you turned abruptly, the back of your thighs colliding with the table as he hovered over you, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body.
He smelled so good even after working in the sun almost all day and his skin looked like it needed to be touched, kissed, bitten. A zap of electricity ran through your body as Hyunjin leaned in even closer, his breath mingling with yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and then-
"Come to the lake with me tomorrow afternoon." his lips almost brushed against yours before he leaned away, leaving you frustrated.
"What?" you were lost momentarily.
"The lake. Let's meet there." he said and straightened up.
"Sure." you said and he smirked devilishly.
Just what was he planning now?
"Well, I gotta go home make sure Rina has her dinner and walk. See you tomorrow, doll."
With that, he left your room, his scent lingering all around you, making you want to roll in it and have him close. You couldn't wait for tomorrow.
-
The lake wasn't too far away from your house either, only a 15 minute walk full of chatter and laughter. Your bare arm brushed against Hyunjin's a few times, making you feel like your skin burned whenever it touched his. It almost felt as if everything was going back to normal, like it was before but at the same time you couldn't ignore the things that had changed about Hyunjin.
It was clear; he was no longer a boy, he was a man.
The way he carried himself and the way he spoke was more confident and masculine than that shy awkward Jinnie that tripped over his feet and his words, his cheeks constantly red in your presence. But the way he looked at you full of adoration, that had never changed.
"What made you cut your hair?" you asked as the two of you approached the lake. Hyunjin's hand instanly ran over his head as he laughed.
"It's kinda hard to work with all that hair flying everywhere. It was a nuisance, really. And... You seemed to like it a lot, you always played with it, braided it... But when you left, I figured there was no point in keeping it so I shaved it off."
"Oh." you sighed.
"You don't like it?" he asked cutely, the two of you stopping near the lake.
"No, no, I do. It looks very manly." you said, your cheeks burning up. You didn't say how you thought it accentuated all his beautiful, sharp features, his jawline and his neck that was so enticing to you.
"It does, hm?" he smirked, leaning in closer.
"Yeah." you leaned back a little, your stomach doing flips.
Hyunjin snickered and leaned away with a smirk.
"I have a dare for you." he said and you raised your eyebrow at him.
Hyunjin looked around before smirking at you again, getting into your personal space.
"I dare you to swim naked with me." he said and you almost stopped functioning.
"What? Are you crazy?" you punched his arm but it was more just a tap to him as he didn't even budge, chuckling at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. God, his arms.
"It's not like I haven't seen it all anyways." he said and you gasped.
"Oh my god." you looked away from him, your heart beating hard. "Okay, but only if we leave our underwear on."
"Alright, deal." he smirked and took his shirt off, tossing it aside.
You shrieked, turning away from him because you weren't sure if your heart could take it. Hyunjin laughed, getting rid of his pants without a care in the world.
"Don't get shy, you saw it all." he said and you took a deep breath in before looking back at him.
It's all yours, Hyunjin thought but bit his tongue.
Your eyes went wide and your lips parted in a gasp. Hyunjin was always lean and athletic, but now he was even more chiseled, his thighs were more muscular too, all the little tattoos he had hidden were now visible to you. And the worse thing was that you could see the bulge in his boxers so you averted your eyes, feeling like you might've stopped breathing for a second or two.
"Your turn." he nodded at you with a knowing smirk and you scrambled to take off your dress, feeling embarrassed for some reason. You didn't wear any flashy underwear, just regular black panties and a matching bra that only had a few lacy flowers at the top. It was enough to make Hyunjin drool.
"Beautiful." he muttered quietly, it was your body that he knew very well, the one he mapped out with caresses and kisses, your skin that he marked with his teeth, you who he held in his arms countless times.
"What did you say?" you didn't hear him, shivering a little despite the sun still being up.
"Nothing." he smiled. "Let's get in the water."
You nodded and followed him as he got into the water first, hissing at the coldness before he reached his hands towards you to help you get in.
"Is it very cold?" you asked and he chuckled.
"We swam here multiple times, you know how cold the water is. Just get in, we'll warm up." he encouraged you.
"Fine." you rolled your eyes in fake annoyance as you grabbed onto his hands, warmth filling you up from the simple touch, even though the water was almost freezing cold.
"Motherfucker!" you hissed when it touched your stomach and Hyunjin laughed, dipping in and splashing you a little.
"Don't." you warned but it was to no avail, Hyunjin had that familiar mischievous look on his face, eyes sparkly and dimples showing as he lifted his hands and splashed you harder.
"Hyune!" you shrieked and returned the favor, splashing him back.
"Ah!" he screamed out, followed by a series of giggles as he shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face. "I'll get you for that." he added, swimming towards you.
Another squeal left your lips as you dipped in and started swimming away, Hyunjin's laughter ringing behind you. How you missed the sound of that. Just as you thought you got away from him, you felt his hands grabbing at your waist as he pulled you closer to him, the water splashing loudly as you flailed your arms and screamed, giggling. His strong arms wrapped around your middle and he pulled you flush against his body, skin against skin and you melted, grabbing onto his hands and resting your palms over them.
"I missed you like crazy." his lips brushed against the side of your neck. "You have no idea just how much." they pressed gently into your skin.
"I missed you too." your voice came out breathy as Hyunjin kissed the droplets of water rolling down your neck.
"Yeah? Show me how much." he turned you around so quickly that you gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders.
You wanted to say something, anything but you were already too far gone so you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his around your waist and pulled you into him. It was as if every atom of your being craved to be close to him, starved for years and now finally feeding the hunger and need you had for Hyunjin.
No matter how many time Hyunjin held you, it always made your stomach flip and it was no different now. You felt how hard his heart was beating against his chest and his eyes darkened just a little as he observed you. Your hand touched the back of his head, fingertips pressing against the soft, fuzzy buzzcut. His eyes fluttered and he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing yours gently before his lips touched yours.
Everything came back. The first time you saw Hyunjin shyly smiling at you when you were five, the times you did your homework together after class only to end up playing instead of learning, the times you walked through the entire village, like it was all yours, the park, the lake, the street, the tree. The first kiss you shared that was timid and awkward but still sweet because it was with him, the times he held you close, loving you, deep inside you and wrapped around you, all the time he was there for you, holding your hand, wiping your tears away, making plans of the future he wanted to share with you. It was your Jinnie.
The only man you ever loved.
"Bunny, what's wrong?" you didn't even realize you were crying and Hyunjin cupped your face gently with his cold hands.
"I love you." you said, lifting the last of the weight. Hyunjin's body trembled against you.
"I love you." he whispered on your lips, kissing you harder as you pressed as close as you could to each other.
"You really don't resent me for leaving?" you asked when you parted for air.
"No, bunny, I know you just wanted to finish your studies, try your hand at a career like that. I mean, you could've done all that with me by your side even if it was a long distance relationship. You know I would support you. But, I get it. You thought you'd never come back here and that I would never leave."
"Hyunjin, I'm sorry." you cried again. "I don't deserve you."
"Shh, yes you do. Yes you do, bunny. You know me better than anyone, you were there for me always whenever I was going through a hard time."
"I wasn't there for the last six years."
"You're here now." Hyunjin kissed you again in an attempt to soothe you and distract you and it was working as you melted against his lips, soon forgetting about everything that was bothering you as the world disappeared like it always did with him.
Hyunjin's tongue collided with yours, the familiar taste of him waking up all of your senses as he gripped you harder and kissed you like his entire life depended on it.
"Bunny." he smiled, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Jinnie." you whispered and he pecked your lips once more before swimming backwards with a smirk.
"Catch me!" Hyunjin teased, swimming faster and you let out a noise of protest, knowing you weren't gonna be able to. "Catch me or you lose your dress!"
"What?!" you shrieked as he laughed, swimming towards the shore and quickly grabbing onto the stones.
"Hyunjin, don't you dare!" you yelled when he got out of the water, almost slipping as he laughed and ran to grab all your clothes.
You swam quicker, almost getting to the shore as he snickered and bolted away with your dress and his clothes.
"Hyunjin!" you yelled, struggling to get out of the water as the sound of his laughter drifted further away.
"Bastard." you muttered when you managed to climb out of the water, shivering as the sun was about to go down. There was no way he left you here without anything, especially when the sky was darkening quickly.
"Hyunjin, this isn't funny!" you yelled, taking a few steps forward, realizing he even grabbed your sandals. You cursed under your breath, looking around when suddenly-
"Boo!" Hyunjin sneaked behind you, scaring you out of your wits.
"You bastard!" you whined and he just laughed, reaching your dress towards you. And he was already dressed, the tease.
You were about to snatch it when he lifted his arm, holding it out of your reach. Maybe some things haven't changed like the way Hyunjin would always test your patience, claiming you were so adorable when you were annoyed.
"Ugh!" you jumped up to grab it but he moved it, giggling as he looked down at you.
"Hyunjin, give me my dress." you slapped his chest as he kept laughing and moving the dress away.
"I think you look prettier like this." he looked down at your chest and you gasped, covering yourself up.
"I'm cold, Hyunjin." you said and he shook his head.
"Here." he put the dress in front of your face and you eyed him for a moment before finally grabbing it and putting it on. He gave you your shoes and you put them on quickly as the sun almost set. Your bodies were still wet and putting the clothes over them made it worse.
"I'm really cold." you said and Hyunjin pulled you into his side as he led you back towards your house.
"You should come see how I repaired and decorated the place. Meet Rina too." Hyunjin smiled, rubbing your arm in an attempt to warm you up at least a little.
"Some other day, what I need right now is a warm bath." you sighed.
"I have a bath." Hyunjin smirked.
"I'm sure you do." you lifted one eyebrow at him as he kept chuckling.
As you made your way to your house, you felt so giddy, almost as if no distance ever existed between Hyunjin and you.
"I'll see you tomorrow at the anniversary dinner." you smiled as you arrived in front of the gate.
"Mhm." he smirked, holding your hands and staring into your eyes. You stood on your tippy-toes, pouting at him and he chuckled, leaning down as he grabbed your face gently and kissed you slowly like he was savoring the moment. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you pulled him in, your bodies heating up against one another.
"Good night, Jinnie." you whispered, pecking him again.
"Night, bunny. Dream about me." Hyunjin smirked, kissing the corner of your lips.
There was no way you were even sleeping tonight.
-
"Good morning!" you practically glided into the kitchen, seeing both your grandparents there.
"Look at you, I'm guessing it went well with Hyunjin, huh?" nana smiled.
"Oh, it did." you said and your grandparents just exchanged knowing looks but decides not to pry. You were walking on cloud 9 all day and you couldn't wait to see Hyunjin again.
You took extra time to do your hair and makeup and wear a nice black dress with heels for tonight, hoping to make Hyunjin's knees buckle just as he made you feel weak. Half of the village was invited to the anniversary dinner and you were so estatic to see all the people you haven't seen for years again and catch up with them. You were pulled left and right, everyone was equally as excited to talk to you, your old neighbors and friends were glad to have you back. Hyunjin arrived a little later and your heart almost leaped out of your chest when he walked in.
"Hey there, little bunny." he smirked, leaning in closer to you as his lips brushed against your cheek.
"Hey, Jinnie." you let out a giggle as your body heated up from the simplest touch.
"You look stunning." he gently grabbed your hand and gave you the elevator eyes.
"You look handsome." you returned the compliment and he squeezed your hand.
"Yeah?" he teased and you rolled your eyes playfully, pushing him away a little.
The dinner went smoothly, everyone was talking and having fun, the food was delicious as always which is something you missed in the city, and after the biggest toast to your grandparents' love and devotion, came more toasts and the glasses were never empty. You were a lightweight so you didn't drink too much, two and a half glasses were enough for you to feel the pleasant warm buzz inside your body. Hyunjin on the other hand, kept drinking with Chan and some of his other friends, his laughter echoing in the room and his face completely red. How much did he have?, you wondered since you knew he could drink a lot more than you before becoming like this.
After dinner, some of the neighbors left home, leaving only a few of you sitting together in the patio out back. Hyunjin slid next to you on the swinging bench with a dumb smile on his face, his dimples visible and his eyes almost disappearing.
"Hey there pretty girl." he giggled, leaning his cheek on your shoulder and pulling you close to him quickly, startling you a little from the suddenness of the movement.
"Jinnie, you're drunk." you let out a laugh as he whined and nuzzled his face into your neck.
"Drunk or not, you're always pretty to me." he smiled against your skin, pressing his lips into your neck and kissing you gently.
"My grandparents are there at the table." you chuckled, trying to pry him off of you as your cheeks burned.
"Did you tell them you're staying here with me forever?" Hyunjin leaned back a little and looked up at you with a cute, hopeful expression on his face. Your heart skipped a beat as you wrapped your arms around him and he leaned against your chest.
"I'll tell them soon." you whispered and he rubbed his cheek against you.
"Mm." he sighed, closing his eyes and getting even closer to you, draping his leg over you and trapping you there with him.
"Hyunjin?" you chuckled after a few moments, caressing the back of his head but there was no answer. "Are you sleeping?" you looked down and sure enough, your Jinnie was fast asleep on you, his face smushed against your breast.
"Poor soul." Lino, one of your high school friends came up to you together with Chan.
"I think he is right where he wants to be." Chan smirked and you really wanted to kick his shin but Hyunjin's leg was blocking your movement.
"Please help me take him upstairs, I don't want him to go home like this." you asked and even though they wanted to tease the both of you, they decided to help. Hyunjin blinked confusedly when Chan shook him lightly.
"Hyunjinnie. We have to go inside." he told him.
"Noooo!" Hyunjin wailed dramatically and gripped you tighter.
"You can sleep upstairs in my bed." you said and immediately he lit up.
"I can?" Hyunjin smiled cutely and you nodded.
He started babbling about how happy he was as Lino and Chan lifted him and helped him get upstairs before they bid you good night and left with teasing smirks on their faces. Hyunjin sobered up enough to brush his teeth before he started throwing his clothes off like they were the biggest nuisance in the world. You just finished getting ready for bed, wearing your favorite nightgown when you walked back into your room and saw Hyunjin almost naked, in the process of taking his pants off. He hopped on one leg cursing and looking like a major klutz as he almost fell down while you observed him and giggled.
"Fuck this!" he whined, throwing himself on your bed and letting out an exhale.
"Need some help?" you walked closer to the bed and Hyunjin smirked at you.
"Please." he nodded.
You managed to slide his pants off, putting them aside before Hyunjin wrapped his legs around you and pulled you towards him, making you lose balance and fall on top of him.
"Jinnie!" you gasped and he chuckled, brushing your hair behind your ears.
"Being in this room with you is like you never left." he whispered and before you could even answer, he flipped you over so now your body was caged under his. Your breath got caught in your throat as you blinked up at him. "This bed, where I made you mine for the first time. Brings back so many memories." he added with a smirk, his plush lips on yours instanly. You let out a little sound of protest because you definitely did not want your first time after being back to the village to be when you're both tipsy.
"Wait, wait." you stopped him, your hands planted on his chest and you were trying to ignore how his muscles felt under your palms.
"What's wrong, bunny?" Hyunjin asked, lips ghosting over your jaw.
"I- I don't wanna do it like this, I want us both to be completely present and sober. I think we should go to sleep now." you said and Hyunjin smirked once again, his big hands on your waist, caressing you as he kissed your cheeks.
"Sleep, hm?" he teased, his hands ghosting over your body but not touching you exactly how you wanted him. Goosebumps rose on your skin as your eyes fluttered and you gripped onto his arms. "As you wish, doll." Hyunjin smirked and rolled off of you, getting comfy on your small bed. You forgot just how small it was, whenever he would secretly sleep over you were both cramped up in the bed and it usually ended with you lying on top of his body as he held you.
Hyunjin grabbed your teddy and wrapped his arms around it as he smirked at you sleepily.
"Give Jinnie to me." you demanded and he chuckled.
"No." Hyunjin shook his head. "You come here to us." he beckoned you with his arm and you gulped, hesitating for a moment and just looking at Hyunjin sprawled on your bed in nothing but his boxers. It was truly a sight for sore eyes and you couldn't get over the fact that he has gotten even hotter than he was six years ago. You let out a sigh and laid down in his arms, your head on his chest and your ear pressed against his heart that was beating erratically.
"Good night, Jinnie." you whispered after you managed to relax and melt into him, telling yourself that no matter how much time has passed and what he looked like now, he was still your Hyunjin.
You stirred in your bed, the weight and warmth of Hyunjin's body was gone and for a second you thought last night was just a dream but when you opened your eyes and looked to your right, you saw a small makeshift flower bouquet placed in Jinnie's paw and a note next to it. A smile spread on your face as you rolled over on your tummy and grabbed the note.
'Good morning, beautiful. Come to my house around lunch time.'
There was little hearts drawn at the end and Hyunjin's name scribbled down. You squealed in happiness, hugging Jinnie and pressing your face into the teddy, inhaling Hyunjin's scent that stayed everywhere on your bed and made you feel crazy.
You had an extra pep in your step when you came downstairs, trying to find your grandparents so you could tell them you're planning on staying. After searching around the kitchen and living room, you finally spotted them sitting in the backyard, talking and laughing as they enjoyed a warm cup of coffee. You smiled, observing them for a moment and remembering all the times you thought about Hyunjin and you spending the rest of your life together like them and it made your heart flutter.
"Good morning." you walked over to them and they greeted you with a smile.
"Sit with us, honey." nana said, pouring you a cup of coffee and giving you some cookies.
"Slept well?" she teased you and your face started burning immediately.
"Yes." you chuckled. "Um. I have to tell you both something."
"What is it?" grandpa asked and you took a deep breath in, explaining to them how unhappy you actually were in the city, how hard it was for you and how alone you felt. You told them about the multiple times you wanted to drop everything and come back to the village but something always stopped you from throwing away everything you worked so hard for, and then you explained how you quit your job after having to compete for a higher position but the girl you were competing with was bullying you and slept with your boss, which made her get the promotion you broke your back over just with your work. That was your last straw and you just couldn't stay there anymore.
By the time you finished explaining all of it both you and your nana were crying.
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything before and made you think I was just visiting but I had no idea if you'd be willing to let me come back here for good." you sobbed.
"What are you talking about Y/n? Of course you can always come back here, this is your home. And we both missed you so much, right?" nana looked at your grandpa and he nodded in agreement. "That's right, we are so happy to have you here." he added and you felt the last stone lifting from your heart, relief washing over you that now everything has been clarified. You were back home and you were never leaving again.
-
Around lunch time, you were ready and buzzing, finally you were going to Hyunjin's house. As you approached it, Rina ran towards the fence, barking at you which caught Hyunjin's attention and he came out of the house, wearing an apron and a tanktop, making your mind dizzy. You were sure he was doing this on purpose to mess with you cause he knew very well how much power he had over you.
"Easy girl." he cooed at the dog, coming closer to the two of you and petting her black fur as she looked at him and sat, panting happily upon getting caressed. "This is Y/n, she's not dangerous." he stated as you walked into the yard and approached Rina cautiously.
"Well, maybe for my heart but that's a different thing." Hyunjin smirked and your cheeks reddened as you looked away from his mischievous smile. Rina barked at you but her tail was wagging as she approached you and started sniffing you before jumping on you and almost pushing you down.
"Oh my god!" you chuckled, petting the dog as she hopped around you happily, barking and running from you to Hyunjin and then back to you.
"She loves you." Hyunjin smiled as he observed the two of you.
"She's just the sweetest." you said.
"And very protective over me." Hyunjin smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully at him. "Let me show you around." he added and you nodded, Rina following behind the two of you. It was still the same house and garden but you could see how much work Hyunjin put in it. The flower garden was more than beautiful, the rest of the garden was full of different vegetables Hyunjin was growing and he even had his own lemon tree. You could see the entire house has been repainted, the windows changed and even the stable with horses was repaired. "How do you maintain all of this alone?" you wondered as Hyunjin took you through the stables where he had three horses and out towards the chicken coop.
"I work all day." Hyunjin shrugged. "Besides, Chan and Lino help me sometimes. And some of our other neighbors too. I mean I typically wake up around 5am and go to bed around 10pm, sometimes 11." he explained and you admired his work ethic and his persistence.
"That's amazing. You're so hardworking and resilient." you praised him and his cheeks got rosy. You knew how Hyunjin always enjoyed getting compliments, especially when he did something right and especially when they came from you.
"It's definitely hard sometimes and I wish I had someone here with whom I can split the work up with." he gave you a look and it was your turn to become red.
"Thank you for the flowers." you said as you neared the chickens.
"That was the least I could give you. Sorry for getting drunk at your grandparents' anniversary dinner." he chuckled and you shook your head.
"You're fine, don't worry." you waved your hand.
While you were talking, a curious chicken came closer and gave you a startle, making you jump a little and grab onto Hyunjin's arm as you shrieked. Hyunjin burst out into laughter and you frowned at him.
"It's not funny!"
"It so is. That's literally just a chicken, Y/n." Hyunjin kept chuckling.
"A chicken that is out to get me!" you shrieked again as the said chicken kept walking towards you menacingly. "Ah!" you screamed as the chicken sped up towards you and you jumped back, scaring half of the other chickens and making Rina bark. One wrong move and you slipped, falling down into the muddy soil, the pretty white dress you put on now completely ruined. Rina ran to you and barked, wagging her tail as the chicken gave up and went on her merry way like this was her plan the entire time. Hyunjin stared at you in shock before he started laughing so hard that his face became red and he doubled over, gripping his stomach. You really wanted the earth to open up this time and pull you down so far so you never embarrass yourself in front of Hyunjin again.
"Stop laughing at me." you pouted, your eyes welling up with tears as you were planted on your knees and palms.
"I'm sorry, but that was just too funny." Hyunjin came closer to you and you looked up at him, trying to look as mad as you could but the tears in your eyes softened Hyunjin up. "Come here." he cooed at you, grabbing your arms gently and helping you lift up.
"My dress is ruined." you couldn't help the tears that started sliding down your cheeks.
"Don't cry bunny, you can shower here and I'll give you something to wear, hm?" Hyunjin touched your cheek, tenderly wiping your tears away with his thumb. You hiccuped and nodded and he chuckled at your cuteness, grabbing your face and leaning in to peck your lips.
He led you into the house and despite feeling embarrassed and sad that your pretty dress was ruined, you still felt shocked when you walked in. The house that was like your second home here looked completely different than it did while you were growing up here. Your wide eyes wondered everywhere, not only was it repaired and repainted, the furniture was new and rearranged differently and there was art everywhere that you presumed was probably Hyunjin's. Everything was so neat and pretty, his house seemed so warm and cozy, a place you could see yourself spending time in with him.
"What do you think?" Hyunjin chewed on his lip, looking at you cutely with wide sparkly eyes.
"Hyune, it's beautiful! I love what you did with it. Somehow, it seems more spacious and like there's more light coming in." you said and he giggled.
"Yes, I wanted to make use of natural light as much as I could." he led you upstairs to his bathroom. "Here, you can shower and I'll make some lunch for us." he added and you nodded as you kept marvelling at everything he did with the space. Hyunjin found a shirt that was oversized even on him so it would definitely be like a dress for you.
"Here." he gave you the shirt and smirked. "Need help?" he added as he motioned towards the shower.
"I think I can handle it." you giggled and Hyunjin gave you a kiss before leaving to the kitchen. You took in the state of yourself in the mirror, cursing quietly when you saw just how much mud you were covered up in. You slowly peeled off the dress and then your underwear, before stepping into the shower. You managed to wash off the mud pretty quickly, replaying the entire scene in your head and feeling more and more embarrassed the more you thought of it.
After drying off and putting your underwear back on, you grabbed Hyunjin's shirt and your gut stirred at the smell of him. You put it on, the fabric soft against your smooth skin and you melted into it, hugging yourself with a smile on your face. This was not the first time you wore his clothes and you missed the feeling of it, your mind wandering back to the nights you spent in his embrace, stealing his shirt after which would make him even more crazy for you.
You finally went downstairs, feeling a little shy as you pulled the shirt down even though Hyunjin had already seen everything before and even saw you in your underwear at the lake. When you walked into the kitchen, he was whistling to the music playing in the background while stirring at the stove. He looked up at you and his lips parted, eyes darkening instantly. "Bunny..." he let out a breath and walked closer to you. Your heart started pounding in your ears as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his body, his lips on yours instantly. You kissed back, gripping at him before you felt something nudging your leg. The two of you parted and saw Rina, wagging her tail happily and pushing her head into your body.
"She wants attention." you started petting her immediately. "Reminds me of someone." you teased and Hyunjin gasped, dramatically placing his hand on his chest.
"Comparing me to a dog, huh?" he shook his head with a smile as you shrugged. "You look so good in my shirt, doll." Hyunjin bit on his lip and your face burned. You thanked him sheepishly, making him chuckle before he went back to cooking and you joined him, helping him out and feeling so domestic, and like you were right where you belonged.
The lunch was delicious and the mud mishap was soon forgotten as Hyunjin gave you a full tour of the house, ending in his room where he showed you his favorite paintings and sketchbooks that were unsurprisingly full of you. You were flipping through one of them when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his body, his lips on your neck. You gasped, your hands shaking and making you drop the sketchbook on the floor as Hyunjin gently kissed your skin. "Jinnie..." you exhaled when his tongue darted out to lick at you before he sunk his teeth in. You tilted your head, completely melting against him as your entire body started burning up.
"I craved you so much." Hyunjin nipped at your shoulder and you squeezed his hands.
"Me too." you whispered before turning in his arms and grabbing his face as you smashed your lips against his. Nothing mattered but him in that moment, the two of you had a hunger that could only be satiated with each other. Your kiss was harsh and sloppy, your teeth clashing and hands grabbing everywhere but neither of you cared.
You felt the fire inside you burning up and spreading all the way to the tips of your fingers that grazed Hyunjin's skin. You needed him more than ever and being with him here made you realize that you had no idea how you managed to live all these years without him.
"Bunny, I can't... I want to worship you and take my time with you so badly, I want to kiss every inch of your skin and make love to you but I can't... I need to have you right now." he panted hard as he grabbed at your hips, leading you to the bed.
"Take me Hyunjin, please. I need you so much." you gripped his arms and Hyunjin let out a low growl before pushing you down onto the bed. It was as if he had no idea what to do first, staring at you sprawled under him for a moment before he put his hands on your thighs, squeezing the flesh.
Your legs parted, the shirt riding up and revealing the red lace panties you wore. "Damn doll, are you trying to kill me?"
"Maybe." you giggled and Hyunjin smirked at you before spreading your legs more and lowering his middle on top of yours. You gasped a little when you felt his length pressing and rubbing against you. He leaned in closer to your face, his arms caging you in.
"Can you feel what you do to me, bunny?" he moaned, rolling his hips against yours. You knew he wanted to tease you but his mind was far too gone for that. Hyunjin has waited for years for you to come back and to be in his arms, for him to taste you, feel you, kiss you, be inside you.
"Hyune... Please..." you were no better, your entire body was yearning for him, every fiber of your being screamed his name. Hyunjin couldn't wait, he leaned back and took off his shirt so you did the same, revealing that you didn't wear a bra.
"Naughty bunny." Hyunjin smirked, giving you a look and you grabbed his wrists gently, placing his palms on your chest. Hyunjin's eyes fluttered as he squeezed, thumbs swiping on your sensitive nipples. He cursed under his breath as he kept massaging your breasts and rubbing against you. You lifted your hips up to meet his, you needed to feel more of him. Your fingers hooked in his pants and you tugged so he lifted up a little to take them off. Hyunjin leaned down to kiss you, his tongue dominating yours as he slid your panties off, then his boxers before placing his hands on your thighs again and caressing them. His lips traveled down your neck to your collarbone then to your breasts, kissing and nipping at the flesh before he wrapped them against your nipple, sucking harshly as his fingertips pressed on your clit. A loud moan slipped your lips as you gripped his shoulders.
"Hyunjin." you moaned desperately, your body arching into him and he shushed you, his fingers sliding through your wet folds, separating them before he slowly pushed his finger in. It was a welcomed intrusion after not being with anyone for years, you haven't even dated after going to the city, you still felt like you belonged to Hyunjin and you thought about him every day so even the thought of letting someone else touch you was too much for you.
Hyunjin slowly pumped his finger inside you, feeling how wet you were getting before adding another finger, scissoring you open for him. He noticed you seemed deep in thought so he slowed down and leaned in to look at you.
"Is something wrong, doll?" he asked and you snapped out of your thoughts.
"Have you been with anyone since I left?" you asked in a small voice, blinking at him and Hyunjin let out a chuckle.
"No, I waited for you." he whispered, kissing you gently and you clenched around him. "You like that, bunny? Like that I'm only yours?" he bit on your lip and looked at you teasingly as he continued fingering you.
"Yes, yes Hyunjin!" you moaned when he hit that special spot inside you and his eyes darkened.
"What about you, doll? Did you let someone else touch what's only mine, hm?" he asked, fucking you faster.
"N-no. Only you, Hyunjin. I'm only yours." you moaned and he growled lowly again, getting more worked up as he wrapped his hand around his length and pumped it a few times.
"You never stopped being mine, little bunny. And I never stopped being yours." he moaned, pulling his fingers out before licking at them. Your heart was beating hard at the sight and the words that he said. It was true, you were his from the moment you first saw him until the end of time.
"Missed your taste." he moaned before grabbing his cock and pressing it against your clit. "I don't have any condoms." he added and you moaned as he ran his hard tip on your folds.
"T-that was never a problem with us." you bit on your lip and Hyunjin moaned as he started slowly pushing inside you, filling you up perfectly and stretching you out just for him. You whimpered, your legs opening more as you welcomed him inside you, where he belonged. Hyunjin took a moment to gather himself when he bottomed out, his eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed around him.
"God, bunny. I missed this pussy so much." you moaned at the dirty way he spoke, clenching even harder around him. "I won't last long."
You whimpered as he started moving, his muscles contracting with each movement as his arms caged you. You couldn't stop admiring him on top of you; the buzzcut worked so well with the new, more manly look, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes dark as he bit on his lip, his cheeks flushed and a thin sheen of sweat forming on his skin, the veins portruding. He looked so beautiful like that, all lost in you as he moaned quietly. Your hands came up to touch the back of his neck and his shoulders, so smooth and firm and Hyunjin gripped your hips.
"Fuck, I can't!" he whined loudly before he started snapping his hips into you. Both of you were a moaning, desperate mess, missing each other for so long. Hyunjin's hands had a bruising grip on your hips, your nails dug into his flesh as you wrapped your legs around him and pressed your heels into his ass, making him go deeper. He moaned loudly, fucking you harder, his cock splitting you apart deliciously.
"I'm g-gonna cum!" he whined almost as if he was disappointed in himself for finishing so quickly but you couldn't really blame him because you were on the verge yourself.
"Cum inside me, Jinnie!" you moaned and his eyes went wide for a moment before he gripped you harder.
"Are you sure?" he panted and you nodded quickly, your nails leaving red angry marks on his skin.
"Yes please Hyune, I need to feel you." you moaned and he whimpered, fucking you harder and chasing his high and your legs started trembling around him. He knew you were close by your moans and the way your body reacted, the way your pussy clenched around him so hard like you wanted him inside you forever.
"Let go for me, doll." he encouraged you and you moaned, the coil snapping as you came around him, making him even more wet.
Hyunjin cursed and moaned loudly, his hips stuttering before he exploded, filling you up with his warm cum and riding his high as you held onto him. He plopped down on top of you as both of you tried to catch your breath.
"Y/n. My bunny, my love." Hyunjin smiled, kissing you gently as you held each other.
"Jinnie. I love you so much." you whispered against his lips and felt him twitch inside you.
"I love you more than anything, doll." he said before kissing you again, his tongue slowly massaging yours and making your body burn all over again. His hands were on your breasts, massaging and squeezing, gently pinching and pulling on your nipples as he kept stealing your breath. You felt him slowly becoming harder inside you and you clenched, your pussy sore but welcoming. You touched his back and caressed his head and neck, making him whimper against you. It didn't take long for him to become fully hard again.
"I'm gonna make love to you." he whispered, kissing your lips again then grabbing your hand and kissing it before pinning it down on the bed, next to your head, his other hand on your waist.
"Hyunjin." you moaned out his name as he started to slowly move inside you, the drag of his cock against your walls was driving you crazy. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let yourself melt into the moment, the space filling up with sounds of your bodies and your moans as you both got lost in loving each other. Your lips brushed against his jaw and neck, kissing him and gently licking at his skin, the droplets of sweat that were sliding down his neck. He threw his head back when you sunk your teeth into his skin, marking him as yours. Hyunjin's hips stuttered and he fucked you a little harder and deeper but still slowly.
Your eyes fluttered open and met with his, full of love and lust.
"I wanna be like this with you forever." he moaned and you squeezed him with your legs, your nails digging into his shoulders again.
"Me too, Hyune, I wanna be with you forever." you breathed out.
He sped up a little, his hands roaming all over your body, his sweat dripping down onto your skin, making everything hot and wet.
"Ah!" you whimpered when he hit the spot. "You feel perfect inside me."
Hyunjin groaned at the praise, his hips snapping into yours harder as his fingers found your sensitive clit, moving in circles and trying to bring you to your high. His lips were on your skin again, kissing, licking and nipping before he grabbed your breast with his free hand and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking hard and making your body tremble against him. The fact that you were even more wet and slippery than before because he had already came inside you drove you insane and you snapped, cumming around him and squeezing him again. Hyunjin's eyes rolled back and all he could do was moan your name as he sped up, your hips and pussy burning at the overstimulation and movement before he released inside you, filling you up again.
"Fuck." this time he pulled out of you, watching as his cum oozed out of your pussy. "Wow." he gasped a little, reaching out to touch your folds and you whimpered.
"Are you- are you on the pill?" Hyunjin asked as he retracted his hand and you started laughing when you realized he hadn't even asked before and that you didn't even think about it.
"No, I wasn't sleeping with anyone so I didn't need them." you said and Hyunjin's face went red.
"It's okay." you beckoned him closer with your hand and he crawled to you instanly, laying on top of you and propping himself up with his elbows as he looked at you softly, caressing your head and playing with your hair. "We talked about having kids..."
Hyunjin let out a chuckle before pecking your lips.
"We did but now that you're back I wanted to enjoy you just a little more. Have you all to myself, my little bunny. And I know it might be cliche but I wanted us to get married first." he said and your heart fluttered.
"You never stopped thinking about that?" you asked, caressing his back.
"I couldn't even if I wanted to. Did you?"
"I always thought that if I hadn't left we would've already been married and had at least one baby." you confessed and Hyunjin's body trembled as he pressed himself harder against you.
"There's nothing more I want than to have everything with you, my love." he said, kissing you gently and lovingly.
"Me too." you gasped for air between kisses.
"Are you ready for round three then?" he smirked and you felt his length twitching against your thigh.
"Oh wow." you laughed and Hyunjin chuckled.
"What can I say, I missed you." he kissed your jaw again. "I just wanna be inside you."
"Please Hyunjin." you whimpered, feeling aroused for him easily.
"Don't worry bunny, I got you. All mine tonight." he moaned, pushing into your sore pussy but it felt so good to you. "Gotta make sure it sticks." Hyunjin added with a smirk and you gasped, your eyes rolling back as he filled you up.
You spent almost the entire night in each other's embrace, making love or just cuddling and talking, but both of you felt so insatiable that you just couldn't stop until early morning hours.
"This is about the time I usually wake up." Hyunjin said as he blinked sleepily, rubbing his cheek against your breast as you held him in your arms. You looked out at the dark sky, giggling a little.
"We should get some sleep." you said and Hyunjin whined, squeezing your other breast with his hand.
"I can't... I need to feed the horses... And take Rina out for a walk and..." his voice got more and more quiet before you realized he was fast asleep. A smile spread on your lips as you relaxed and let yourself fall asleep too.
You woke up a few hours later, the sun blazing through the curtains and you groaned, covering your face. Your entire body was sore, last night you had used some muscles that were dormant for years, but the most sore place was between your legs. When you remembered everything you did with Hyunjin last night and how many times he had moaned into your ear about fucking a baby into you, your mind went hazy and you felt that wave of hotness rise inside you.
You noticed you were alone in the bed, tangled in his sheets and the smell of him and you rolled over to his side after noticing another little bouquet of flowers. You smiled to yourself and willed yourself to get up and take a shower even though your legs were in pain too.
By the time you came down, Hyunjin was nowhere to be seen but you found some coffee and toast, deciding to make yourself some breakfast. You sat at the counter and ate while listening to some music. Hyunjin suddenly walked in from the back door.
"Oh bunny! Good morning." he smirked as he came closer to you and you could see the sweat on his body glistening, making you feel aroused instantly at the sight and smell of him.
"Morning." your voice came out breathy as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed you.
"I was just working out back in the shed." he started and Rina ran in barking and jumping at you happily. You chuckled and cooed at her as you started petting her head. "She helped out." Hyunjin added and you giggled.
"I'm sure she did."
"Would you like to go horse riding with me today?" he asked and you let out a laugh.
"I mean, I'd love to but you tired me out last night." you said sheepishly and he cackled, making you smack his arm a few times which made Rina bark.
"Careful, you can't hit me in front of Rina." he had a smug smile on his face and you rolled your eyes, shoving him away playfully. "Come on, we used to go all the time. I missed doing everything with you, doll."
"Fine, but I'm going home first to change and say hello to my grandparents." you pointed your finger at him and he grabbed your wrist, gently kissing your fingertip before he pressed your hand on his chest.
"Come back to me soon, doll."
-
It didn't take long for you to get ready and skip back to Hyunjin's house, especially after missing him for so many years; you felt like you needed to make up for all the lost time. Hyunjin was waiting for you in the stable, preparing the horses for the ride. As soon as you walked in, he smiled at you, waving at you to come closer. Hyunjin gave you the elevator eyes, you were dressed and ready for the activity you were going to share with him this afternoon.
"God, you look so cute my bunny." he put his hands behind his back and leaned in to kiss you, making you giggle against his lips.
"You're cute." you poked his cheek and he chuckled.
"I am?" he gave you a cute face, making his dimples visible as he smiled and his eyes disappeared, turning into little slits. For emphasis he put his palms around his face as if he was presenting his cuteness to you and you could not believe that this was the same man who had you shaking under him last night.
"The cutest." you giggled and he seemed satisfied with the answer, giving you another sweet kiss.
"So, this beauty over here is Aurora." Hyunjin took your hand in his and walked closer to the horse. It let out a snorting sound, making you jolt a little and Hyunjin chuckled.
"Don't tell me you forgot how to ride." he smirked at you with a pointed look and you smacked his arm as he giggled, knowing you would react like that. Your cheeks went red despite last night and despite everything else you shared with him.
"You better be quiet." you threatened him and he wiggled his eyebrows at you.
"You weren't saying that last night."
"Hyunjin. Please. The horses don't need to listen to this." you whispered the last sentence, giving Aurora a few gentle pets.
Hyunjin laughed before nodding. "Alright, well she is yours for today. And I'm taking Midnight." he pointed to a black horse and you nodded, feeling excited because you missed things like this in the city, spending time in nature even though insects frightened you.
The two of you made your way out with your horses, Hyunjin helping you get up on Aurora and then patting your butt affectionately as you sat down. Your cheeks became rosy as he smirked at you and climbed up on Midnight. He looked so hot in that moment that you were already getting worked up despite still being sore.
You made your way towards the fields, the sun shining on you as you rode your horses and enjoyed the fresh air and the breeze. Everything that was bothering you before you came here was left in the dust your horses lifted as they ran, the past was put behind you and you could clearly see the path ahead.
The two of you made it to one of the pretty fields, letting the horses rest as you tied them aside and Hyunjin brought a blanket for the two of you to sit on. Quietly, you enjoyed the beautiful day together as you closed your eyes and let the sun's warmth kiss you while Hyunjin kept his eyes fixed on you.
"I forgot just how peaceful it is here." you sighed before looking at Hyunjin.
"But you spent most of your life here, more than in the city. You know this place like the back of your hand." his head tilted and you shrugged.
"Maybe it didn't take long for me to get used to the city."
"Then it won't be long for you to get used to being back here." he said and bit on his lip. "Come here bunny." he tapped his thigh and you chuckled, your face becoming red. "Come sit in my lap, I need you close to me." Hyunjin added and you shook your head lightly before coming closer to him and sitting in his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist as he leaned in and kissed you sweetly, before gently swiping his tongue on your lower lip. You parted your lips and he kissed you sensually, like he was trying to explore every part of you and remember your taste forever.
Hyunjin leaned back suddenly and gave you a serious look as he held your hips.
"Y/n, you really are the most important person in my life. You are my best friend and my only lover. And I want you to stay here with me forever and for us to build a life together but only if you want that. I don't want you to feel like I forced you to be here in the village and made you throw away your uni degree and the career you worked so hard for. I need to know that you are absolutely sure you want this, cause I don't want you to resent me one day." Hyunjin exhaled shakily and you smiled, grabbing his face and smushing his cute cheeks.
"You're the most important person in my life too. And even without knowing you still loved me and wanted to be with me I came back here with the plan to stay. There is nothing for me there, that career was a disappointment, almost a waste of time that I could've been spending here with you. Besides, I am still young and there is time to change careers. This is my decision to stay here and if I have you too, then that's just added happiness. I would never resent you Hyunjin, because I want to build a life with you too, I want us to grow old together like my grandparents. I always imagined us like that."
"Oh bunny, you have no idea how happy that makes me." Hyunjin gave you the sweetest smile before crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was passionate and full of love, all bursting around the two of you. He kissed your neck before flipping you over and you gasped under him.
"Beloved, it's the middle of the day, other people come here. A-and the horses are right there." you nodded towards the animals who seemed interested only in the grass.
"Doll, let me just have a taste of you, please?" Hyunjin rubbed your hips, giving you the cutest pout and puppy eyes and you were weak for him. It never took too long for you to lose your panties around him which was what happened as soon as you said yes. He took off your pants and underwear, immediately diving in between your legs as he held them open, gripping at your thighs.
"My sweet bunny." Hyunjin kissed and nipped on your thighs, leaving bite marks in his wake all the way up to your core.
"Mm." he moaned the moment his plump lips touched your folds. "Baby." he whined and flatened his tongue against you, giving you a few languid licks, enjoying the taste of you before the tip of his tongue started flicking your clit. You whimpered quietly as your legs trembled, still aware that you were outside and anyone could see you.
Hyunjin however, didn't care. He was moaning into your pussy desperately as soon as he pushed his tongue in, eating you out like you were the sweetest treat ever. His nose brushed against your clit perfectly as he moved and you were still so sensitive from last night so it didn't take long for you to release your essence all over his lips and tongue as you gripped onto the blanket.
"Bunny, you taste so sweet." he whined, licking around his lips. You looked around, chuckling and quickly pulling your pants up, cringing a little at the wetness.
"Let me make you feel good too, Jinnie." you were now closer to him, your hands on his thighs.
"You don't have to do it right now, we can go back to my house and-"
"Hyune... You can't ride back with this." you smirked, cupping his bulge through his pants and he whined instanly, lifting up into your hand and grinding against it.
"Yeah, you're right." Hyunjin moaned as you kissed his jaw and neck while working to unbutton his pants and slide them down with his boxers, at least enough to pull his cock out. You moaned at the sight of him and you were so eager to have him in your mouth again after not tasting him for so long. You leaned down, gathering spit before you spit on his cock and made him gasp, lifting his hips up to you again. You gave him a few pumps as you smirked at him and Hyunjin was already falling apart. He was equally as weak for you as you were for him.
You swirled your tongue around his head, dipping it into his slit and he shook against you, his hips lifting up and his hand tangling in your hair.
"More, please more bunny." he begged desperately and you moaned around him as you slid down, taking more of his length in.
"Just like that baby, keep going." he encouraged you as you tried to relax your throat and breathe through your nose. Hyunjin whimpered when you gripped the base of his cock, bobbing your head up and down. He gripped your hair, his moans becoming high pitched so you looked up and almost came in your panties at the sight. He was completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him, his head thrown back, his neck on full display with his Adam's apple bobbing up and down every time he gulped and his veins visible. Your eyes fluttered as you moaned around him and fondled his balls with your other hand, making his hips jerk up into you which made you gag a little.
"Fuck. Taking me so well, bunny." he growled, fucking up into you slowly as he gripped your hair harder. "G-gonna cum."
"Mm." you moaned, massaging his balls and sucking him like your life depended on it as he kept fucking up into you.
"Ah! Love seeing those pretty lips around me!" Hyunjin whined loudly, snapping his hips a little harder against you before you felt him twitch and release inside you. You swallowed every last drop he gave you, overstimulating him until he was almost pushing you away.
"Fuck, bunny. You're gonna be the death of me." he said as you lifted up and wiped your lips.
"That good, hm?" you teased him with a smirk and he smirked back at you as he got dressed.
"Well, you seem to love my cum so I'm just giving you what you love, you know, thinking of your happiness." he teased and you smacked his arm, making him laugh because he loved provoking you.
"Shut up." you muttered in embarrassment and he giggled before pouting at you and coming closer to you. He gently took your chin in his hand and made you look at him.
"I love you." he said.
"I love you too." you smiled and kissed him, tasting your essence on his tongue.
"Wanna ride a little more then go back to my house?" he asked and you nodded eagerly.
"I'd love to."
-
Currently, you were sitting in Hyunjin's very big bath, waiting for him to join you as you soaped up your arms with the bubbles, playing around with them.
"Here I am!" he ran in, quickly closing the door behind him. "Had to feed Rina plus she felt neglected and deprived of my love." he added, stripping his clothes and throwing them in the hamper haphazardly.
"You trying to make me feel guilty?" you asked, blowing a bubble at him and he giggled.
"No doll, you know you're always my number one." he smirked, throwing his underwear aside and you looked away in embarrassment.
He chuckled at you and got in, sitting between your legs and you squealed as he made the water splash around you.
"Will you help me wash my back?" he looked at you sideways with a little pout and you chuckled.
"Of course, beloved." you smiled as you took a clean cloth and made it wet before you started gently washing his back. Hyunjin closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relaxation. You enjoyed the quiet moment, gently rubbing his skin before gliding over it with your other hand, loving the feeling of his wet and soft skin against yours. You leaned in and kissed his shoulders, your breasts pressing against him and nipples grazing him. Hyunjin let out a shaky breath as you wrapped your arms around him and kept kissing his upper back and the back of his neck, catching the droplets of water with your lips.
"I'm so happy." he said and you smiled against him as he caressed your hands. "I was lonely without you, my bunny. I drowned that in work but in moments like this, when it's quiet, and especially late at night I imagined you next to me, wished you were here. And now you are."
"I'm sorry, Jinnie. I'll never leave you again." you said, brushing your lips against his neck.
"I know." he shivered and then leaned back into you as you held him and caressed his chest and stomach, your hand coming in contact with his cock that was hard again.
"Jinnie." you giggled in delight.
"I can't help it when you're touching me." he whined and you kept giggling as you wrapped your hand around him and gave him a few teasing tugs before you released him completely, making him groan.
"Love, you promised we'd go stargazing tonight." you teased.
"The stars will be there tomorrow." he smirked, turning around in the bath and making the water splash around again.
"So will we." you chuckled, running your finger on his defined jaw.
"Mm." he smirked, eyes already hooded as he leaned in and captured your lips in his. You gave in instantly, craving him as much as he craved you.
"I want to go stargazing." you said when the two of you parted for air and Hyunjin chuckled, shaking his head.
"Whatever my bunny wants. Give me a few moments to try and calm down, hm?" he said, kissing your jaw before he got up, getting out of the bath and making his way to the shower. "Join me." he reached his hand towards you and you grabbed it, getting out of the bath with his help.
The moment you shared in the shower was sweet and gentle as you helped each other wash off, playing around with the water.
"So, you like how I did the house?" Hyunjin asked as you dried off.
"I love it so much. It's artsy but cozy and warm. It still has that vintage vibe, you just made it better." you told him and he blushed, smiling cutely at you.
"I decorated it with the thought of you." he confessed, suddenly looking shy and reminding you of that little boy that almost hid behind his mother the first time he laid eyes on you.
"Hyunjin." your eyes watered instantly and you started crying.
"Bunny, don't cry." Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you, shushing you and pulling you into his chest as he caressed your head.
"I'm sorry." you whimpered and he chuckled at your cute pouty face as he looked down at you.
"Move in with me. There's no need to wait." he kissed your head and you squeezed him tighter.
"Packing tomorrow." you looked up at him with a smile and he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you as he wiped your tears away.
-
It was a beautiful, clear and quiet night, just what you needed for one of your favorite activities. Stargazing was a little ritual you did together even before you started dating, when you were just friends. You'd lay near your tree and look up at the stars wondering what's in store for you and Hyunjin, and he'd be nervously gathering courage to confess to you and kiss you only to back out every time you smiled at him.
After becoming a couple, you'd spend warm evenings loving each other under the blanket of stars, hidden by the grass and flowers around you. You'd look up at the stars then and thank them.
Hyunjin brought a blanket this time like always and you laid next to each other, your bare arms touching.
"Jinnie, can I ask you something?" you turned to look at him.
"Anything." he met your eyes.
"I noticed this when I got here the first day but why did you carve only your name in the tree, under ours?"
His eyes softened before he sat up and looked at the tree.
"For when you come back, so you can add your name and we can make a new start together." he smiled and your eyes watered.
"Jinnie." you whined, sitting up and resting your forehead on his shoulder. "You're too sweet."
"Here." he gave you his pocket knife and motioned at the tree. "You can add your name now."
Hyunjin helped you out and the two of you admired your work, a new carving of your names signifying a new phase of your relationship, where both of you have grown and matured. You turned towars him, grabbing his face and smashing your lips into his as you kissed him passionately. Hyunjin returned the kiss enthusiastically, pulling you in his lap. Your hips started grinding against him instantly and he smirked into the kiss.
"Is my bunny needy for me?" Hyunjin leaned back to look at you, caressing your face and putting your hair behind your ear.
"Mm, always." you moaned quietly as his other hand grabbed at your ass, squeezing and giving you a light smack.
Hyunjin chuckled at the state of you, already unraveling and he hasn't even done anything. You bit on your lip and gripped his shoulders as you started dragging your core against his. Hyunjin's head fell back as he gripped your hips and helped you move against him, pressing you down and making you feel his growing bulge.
"What you do to me, doll." he almost growled, gripping you harder and moving his hips up into yours.
"Hyunjin." you moaned his name, your hands sliding down his chest to his abs and then to the button on his jeans as you worked to open it. He smirked into the kiss again, letting you struggle for a moment before he leaned away from your lips and helped you take off his pants. His hands slid under your dress, up until he touched your panties.
"So wet, my bunny." he looked at you lustfully, his lips parting as he touched you clit and played with it, sliding his fingers down to your folds and feeling the wetness even through the fabric.
"I need you." you whined and he chuckled.
"I need you too, bunny." he whispered and you stood up to slide your panties off as Hyunjin watched you with hazy eyes. He slid his pants and underwear down, pulling you down into his lap again. Your wet pussy pressed against his hard cock and both of you moaned as you grinded on him, getting him wet with your juices.
"Ah, doll!" Hyunjin whined, pushing his hips up into you and you lifted just a little to grab his cock and push it inside you. He groaned as you sat down on him slowly, feeling every inch of him stretching your still sore pussy.
"You okay, bunny?" Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist as you let out a hiss.
"Y-yes, perfect." you whimpered, gripping at his shoulders as you started circling your hips on top of him. "Oh my god." you groaned, feeling his tip brushing against something delicious deep inside you.
"Good, baby?" Hyunjin smirked, holding your hips but you knew he was close to losing control.
"Mm yes." you shut your eyes tightly as you started to bounce on him slowly and Hyunjin let out a loud moan.
"Ah, bunny! You feel so good. So perfect for me. I wanna stay inside you forever."
You clenched hard at his words, fucking on his length faster, your hips slapping against his. Hyunjin's hand gripped your dress and pushed it up before he grabbed your ass, giving it a few smacks and making you whimper and squeeze around his cock again.
"Please, Hyune, I need more, please!" you whimpered, fucking on him as hard as you could even though your thighs started burning. Hyunjin looked at you, your flushed face and your tits bouncing with your movement, his cock disappearing completely inside you. You were driving him insane.
"You want some help bunny?" he asked, gripping your hips.
"Yes, please!" you whined and Hyunjin smirked before he started snapping his hips up into you.
Both of you were a desperate mess of moans and curses, fucking into each other as if you hadn't been together all night yesterday.
"Gonna get you pregnant, my bunny. Want you to be mine forever." Hyunjin growled as you fell apart on top of him, exploding all over his cock.
"Please, Hyune, want to have your baby." you mumbled, your entire body shaking on top of him and Hyunjin growled, his eyes rolling back as he came, ropes of warm cum filling you up, your pussy milking him dry.
You held each other for a moment, trying to gather your senses as you breathed hard. Hyunjin leaned back and gave you a cute smile.
"I mean it, you know. I really want a little one running around our house. A baby that we made out of love." Hyunjin said, holding your face in his palms.
"Me too, I want it so much." your voice was shaky as you leaned in and kissed him, not missing the detail where he called his house yours.
"After last night and today it would be a surprise if you weren't already pregnant." he smiled, brushing his lips against yours.
You chuckled as your face burned. "I hope so."
Hyunjin smiled, kissing you until you became breathless. The two of you cleaned up and got dressed, lying down in each other's arms so you could actually do what you came to do here - watch the stars.
Once again, you thanked them for leading you back to your Hyunjin.
Six months later
You were drinking your morning tea, staring out the window as your free hand landed on your tummy and you let out a sigh of happiness. Hyunjin came from upstairs, all fresh from a shower and noticed you smiling to yourself, the sun illuminating your features.
"How are my girls?" Hyunjin asked as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands on your baby bump, caressing you gently as he kissed you neck and inhaled your sweet scent.
"Good actually. The tea is helping with nausea." you turned your head a little to look at his face and his eyes were filled with so much love and happiness that it made you shiver, your heart fluttering.
"What?" you chuckled as he kept looking at you with a big smile on his face.
"Have I told you how breathtaking you are, my doll?" he exhaled, nuzzling into you.
"Only every day." you giggled.
"And I will continue doing so for the rest of my life." Hyunjin kissed your cheek and you turned in his arms to give him a proper kiss, enjoying the feeling of his plump lips against yours. Your hands flew to his hair that was now black and growing out and you ran your fingers through the soft tufts.
"I have something for you." he said when the two of you broke apart.
"What is it?" you tilted your head and Hyunjin rounded the couch where Rina was cuddled up, making her raise her head and look at him. He stood in front of the stereo and pressed a few buttons before the familiar melody of Photograph started playing.
"Hyun..." your eyes watered and he skipped towards you, reaching his hand to you. You grabbed it and he pulled you into him, dancing with you, softly swaying you side to side.
"This has always been our song. The one we danced to at prom too. And now we can have our first dance at our wedding to this song as well."
"H-Hyunjin." your lips trembled as happy tears spilled from your eyes.
"I wanted to wait for a perfect moment, have this elaborate dinner and speech but I think this is the perfect moment. You and me in our house with our baby on the way and Rina with us. So I have something to ask you, bunny." Hyunjin got on one knee in front of you, taking out a little box from the pocket of his sweats and opening it up to reveal a beatiful ring.
You gasped, your heart beating fast as more tears spilled from your eyes. You knew he was going to propose to you but nothing prepared you for the tornado of feelings that were swirling inside you.
"Y/n, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"
"Yes!" you yelled almost before he ended the sentence and he chuckled happily, sliding the ring on your finger.
"I love you so much, Jinnie." you cried as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you.
"I love you more than anything, my little bunny." he kissed you, the tears of happiness sliding down his cheeks too.
"I promised you forever, didn't I?"
And there was no other way you wanted to spend forever than to be by Hyunjin's side.
Oh, why is everything I read making me cry rivers?
This is so pure and beautiful that I know I may have other words in my vocabulary to describe it in a more fancy way, but that's just how it hit me.
It's one of those very rare moments that all of the "one love" and "pure soulmates" really gets me and I just get so emotional that it doesn't exist in real life.
It's not my intention to give away plot points, but just the development and reunion of Hyunjin and the main character is so "non overly complicated", just two adults understanding their feeling and accepting it. And it's done so beautifully, it's not overly simplified that it reads as weak plot and at the same time, it's so respectful to both characters and their understanding of their feeling and empathising with each other that some distance is required.
I know probably many people have already said many beautiful comments about this beautiful fanfiction, but I would like to add that this pure type of love that usually draws me away from these fanfiction just got me unprepared and I finished feeling so light and so happy.
intended souls | a lullaby on his throat chapter five
pairing: demigod!hyunjin x f!reader | word count: 13k | genre: mythology au, romance | warnings: adult and sometimes dark themes ; complicated feelings ;Ā angst ; elements of contemporary fantasy ; explicit sexual content. This work is for adult audiences only.
You had known it before, but you were certain nowāyou would love him even if it annihilated you molecule by molecule. It was not something you could control and yet it felt like a choice, a conscious decision. You loved Hyunjin, and for as long as your heart would beat and perhaps even after, you would continue to love him.Ā
One never really gets used to solitude.Ā
There is no getting used to loneliness, there is only an illusion of it. The origin of this mirage most often comes from oneās foolish desire to be anything but hollow. Because, at its core, isnāt this what loneliness is? To be lacking something, something substantial enough that its absence alters us? Not everything can cause such a feeling. Loneliness, the true kind. Not everything holds enough weight for us to be off-balance once it is taken away from us. Or rather, once it is taken from within us.Ā
Sometimes, it can feel as though something precious melted and disappeared, or like it waited while we were looking the other way before sneaking out. There is violence in that, in this betrayalāitās difficult to process the shift when we do not see it unfold.Ā
Other times, solitude is expectedābut only truly lonely people can understand such a thing. Some people are made lonely and others are born lonely. In this case, it is much like a curse, something that follows us everywhere we go, lurking, but never far.Ā
In this case, it feels like the beautiful and precious thing has been denied to us. Like, perhaps, we failed some sort of test and were proven unworthy of it. There is no suitable analogy for itāwe could compare it, however, to having our chest cut open with a badly sharpened knife before our heart is torn away. Most of the time, they donāt bother sewing us back up, and then we become the wound that was inflicted upon us. Bleeding, raw, unsightly enough that people look the other way so they donāt have to see it.
Only the best things can cause this sort of pain, only the most beautiful things can become so foul, so terrible.Ā
When something makes you fly high, it means the fall is harder, more brutal, but unfortunately not lethal.
You never got used to solitude.
It followed you all your life, reallyāat one point, you told yourself that you were meant to be alone, so you tried to embrace it. And you did so successfully, but to embrace and to get used to it are two very different concepts, and, in fact, they have nothing to do with one another.
It was as you reflected on solitude that you came to realize that a large room full of people sounded a little like the ocean. Murmurs of conversations came all together to form a whole, the sound of it echoing on the walls and the high ceiling, like ripples on water. At its faintest, when fewer people were speaking, you could swear it sounded just like a river.Ā
It reminded you of the river that ran through the city, coursing in curves, flowing gently and delicately, with pretty lights reflecting on it. The music of a violin playing and tickling your ears.
There were, more or less, three hundred guests attending the gala tonight.Ā
It changed nothing to the fact that you had never in your life before felt as alone as you did in that moment, surrounded by people you knew and by strangers, too, in a place that ought to be familiar but wasnāt really.Ā
The sea of them continued to whisper and talk and laugh, the sound of it often punctuated with glasses clinking or chairs scraping on the old floor when people pushed themselves up or sat down. A group of four passed near you as they returned from outside, smelling faintly of cigarettes and winter. You recognized one of the four as the head curator of a museum in Italy, one that you had visited during your Masterās and that you had particularly liked. The man, older now, noticed you and stopped as the rest of his group continued toward their table, a little farther down the room.Ā
āItās an honor to be invited here tonight,ā the man told you, and you had to look up so you could look him in the eyes, or rather, to pretend that you were still human. He shook your hand, but in the end held both your hands in his, squeezing them. āI remember when you were a student, coming to the museum every dayā¦ I knew then that you were special. Congratulations, dear.āĀ
You offered him a smile and a thank you, doing your best to look like you meant it. You did mean it, only you couldnāt figure out if it was relevant. If he had truly believed that something set you apart from the masses years ago, wouldnāt he have told you then?
Why wait until now to do it?
The background noise changed when the crowd began to clap politely. You looked at the front of the room, where a small stage had been put in place for the night. It was nicely decorated with warm lighting and real flowers and plants. As you were sitting very close, you could smell them, fresh and sweet. The focus of the decor, however, was the few pieces from the Deities exhibition that had been brought here, into the museumās atrium. There were three paintings. The first one, on the left, was Agatheia and her three children, depicting the demigoddess sitting in her lush garden, smiling as she was surrounded by Kyma, Prokopios, and Hyathos, who, however, was staring out at the horizon, not quite living in the present moment. It had always been one of your favorite pieces.Ā
The second, on the right, was a large painting showing most of the ancient gods. The scene did not exist in the mythsāthe gods were never mentioned to have been at the same place all at once, as too many of them were enemies or rivals. At the very top of the frame was Minhas, god of the skies, inevitability, and mortality. He could be seen watching the other gods from his high viewpoint, observing all of them pensively.
Just below, Amaranthos and Perikles were looking down upon the chaos that they had stirred while fighting one anotherāthe first had a sword made of obsidian and the other, a spear made of gold. Kyma, being taken away by Thoros, with Agatheia holding her daughterās hand, looking like she was trying to get her daughter back from the King of the Underworld. However, Prokopios lay dead at their feet, his skin drained of color, his eyes open and rigid. Sophronia was alone, the goddess of flowers sitting on a rock, weaving a crown of roses. Her gaze, however, was turned to Agatheia. Some texts said that the two goddesses kept a secret friendship, and that it was Sophronia who gifted Agatheia the most beautiful flowers of her garden.Ā
Beneios was there, not too far from Perikles, holding his dead sisterās body, her heart pierced by one of Periklesā golden arrows. His expression could not be seen, but one could understand his pain and mourning in his posture and in the love with which he held his sister.Ā
At the center of it all was Ismene, on her island, tall and radiant. She stood, towering over the god of light himselfāFeliks was with her, on his knees as though he was seeking atonement, or simply begging his aunt for something. There were tears in his eyes and they resembled sun rays, illuminating his despondent expression.
Hyathos was with no one else. Unlike Sophronia, he wasnāt just aloneāhe was lonely, an arm outstretched, his fingertips caressed by the light spilling from Feliksā tears. He stood, his ankles caressed by tall grass, his long, soft-brown hair floating in the wind. The expression on his face was complex, often named by art historians as one of the best portraits of its time. He was yearning for something and yet dreading it at once, nostalgic, bittersweet. The more one stared at him, the more emotions appearedāgrief, fear, envy, anguish, curiosity. His eyes, it seemed, held whole entire worlds inside of them. You had written well over a hundred thousand words about this depiction of Hyathos alone, and it seemed like there was just as much to say about it still.
The last of the three paintings had been placed at the center. With no great surprise, it was The Cypress Tree, the most sought-after and cherished painting from the exhibition. Even from here, it seemed like you could feel the warmth emanating from it, from its lifelike radiance. It reminded you of the way the sun used to lookāa debate that was still ongoing, as some people perceived a change in the color and aspect of sunlight while others did not. Scientists were studying the phenomenon but absolutely nothing hinted that something had changed in the atmosphere, the sky, or with the sunāthe sun was the sun, as it had always been. Only, to you, and to some others, it looked different, in a way that could hardly be explained with words. It was in these moments that you envied painters. You thought that Arthur Calverley, who had so beautifully painted sunlight in The Cypress Tree, would have been able to convey this new luminescence with accuracy.
You watched as a woman made her way to the stage, stopping behind the reading stand, lowering the microphone until it was at a comfortable height for her. She seemed at ease in her professional-looking cocktail dress, gazing at the vast room with a smile on her face, looking amused.Ā
The room fell silent almost instantly and all the heads turned in her direction, except for yours. Even as she began speaking and introducing herself as the Dean of the university that presented the Alden Breay Award. You had spoken with her a few times over the phone and again tonight, meeting her in the flesh for the first time. She was a hyper type of person, yet intelligent and witty. It showed as she spoke to the crowd, explaining how the award had come to exist.Ā
You, however, were contemplating how it would be you, very soon, standing on that stage, giving your speech. In front of all of these people and a handful of cameras. Tonightās ceremony was one of the most highly anticipated of the year, maybe especially since it also happened to be the day you launched the first three books on Cipherian. The first one was a dictionary, and the second was an analysis and explanation of the languageās complex grammar, including its even more obscure dialects.
The last book was the one you hated most. Or loved most. Or, somehow, both at once. It was the one you had begun to write before you had even processed the fact that you had suddenly acquired this languageāthe one you had so ardently wished to share with Hyunjin.Ā
It was a huge bookāa complete translation of the most important texts of the ancient myths, accompanied by comprehensive and detailed essays that you wrote, from the perspective of the only person on earth who could understand them completely. For now, at least, as you had no doubt that linguists and amateurs alike would soon know Cipherian as well as you did, or perhaps even better, rendering you useless once again. Some days, you couldnāt wait for it to happen, wanting nothing more than to be invisible and forgotten, knowing very well that it would leave yet another scar the day it would come true.Ā
It was that book you were the most proud of. You would write other books like itāhad already started to do soāwith more texts and more translations. Now that you knew the language they were written in, the ancient myths were deeper, more textured. More real, too, somehow.Ā
You did not pay much attention to the Dean as she spoke, instead you focused on the rest of the room, maybe trying to get used to the sight of all these people.
Jisung must have sensed your unease because he reached for your hand under the round table, squeezing it in his. He was most likely just as nervous as you were, considering how clammy his skin was. Yet you appreciated the gesture, turning to him with a joyless smile, to which he responded with an equally flat one. He looked especially nice tonight with his hair combed to the side and a fancy navy-colored suit. He was sitting between you and Seungmin, who also looked especially dapper in a charcoal outfit.Ā
You shared your table, also, with the staff from the museum. Minji sat across from you, obviously agitated but in a giddy kind of way, almost childish. You envied herāshe was, a little, the girl you wished you had been at her age. But unlike Minji, you had been born lonely, and you could not change that. When Mrs. Yoo noticed that you were looking in her direction, she mouthed a gentle Itāll be alright at you, making you wonder if it was very apparent that you felt like you were about to throw up.
āDeep breaths,ā Jisung whispered into your ear. He had sprayed a little too much cologne tonight, but its vivid scent served as an anchor.Ā
Deep breaths. Easier said than done.Ā
You put a hand over your chest in a lame attempt at calming down. You could feel your pulse through your ribcage, crazed and unsteady.Ā
Your fingers ran into something cool and you wrapped your hand around it, suddenly remembering the existence of the necklace hanging around your neck.Ā
A few hours ago, as you were getting ready for tonight, Jisung entered your hotel room with a small box. Itās for you, he said, handing it over. A gift. And he had never really been the one to buy gifts, so it was suspicious. The gift turned out to be an absolutely stunning yet delicate white gold chain with a small pendant. The pendant was a green garnet whose deep shade of viridian fascinated anybody who looked at it. It was reminiscent of the ocean and a forest at once, and everything in between.Ā
Thereās no way you bought this, you told Jisung. Your reasoning was simpleāhe didnāt buy gifts, and if he was going to buy gifts, they wouldnāt be as nice as this necklace. Only someone with refined taste would pick this over other necklaces. And, lastly, there was no way in hell he could afford it, even if you paid him well. You chose this necklace?
The thing with Jisung is that he is a terrible liar. It was actually that very fact that led to the demise of your situationship. When you clearly began showing signs of the Catching Feelings disease, he recoiled immediately and was not inconspicuous about it, no matter how hard he tried. And you knew he tried just so he wouldnāt hurt you. And it was such a stupid thing to do, yet everyone did itāthere was no way one could fully protect another from the truth. Nothing could soften the blowāit could only be delayed.Ā
Of course I chose it. But when he saw in your eyes that you didnāt believe him, Jisung added, The lady at the store helped me. Which made total sense, and you probably would have believed him if you didnāt suspect this necklace to be custom-made and worth several thousand dollars.
You wondered if maybe Jisung needed to get laid. After all, he had left this girl he had started seeing after you. He said things didnāt work out. He had been with her for less than a month, even less time than he had spent fooling around with you. After that had been the beginning of the chaos, and he had started following you anywhereāyou were not aware of him seeing girls. So you figured that maybe he was hoping you would fuck him in exchange for this insanely expensive necklace.
Thing is, you could be convinced. Maybe you would suck his cock after the gala, in the car on your way back to the hotel suite that had been offered to you since it was closer to the museum than your apartment was. You knew it made him crazy when you looked him in the eyes as he spilled himself into your mouth. After that, you could let him fuck you in the hotel room, on the couch maybe, or against a wall. Jisung fucked desperately, always. You used to like it because you had believed he was desperate for you. You had been a fool, though.
You did not love him. There had been a time when you thought you loved Jisung. But that was before you knew what love was really like.Ā
You nervously fidgeted with the necklace, fully aware that daydreaming about letting your almost-ex hit it just to feel something was not the best coping mechanism.Ā
On stage, the Dean had just spoken your name, inviting you to join her so she could officially hand you the award you had been granted. Your heart jumped in your chest and it felt like it came to a stop, much like your breathing, or the flow of time. For a brief moment, silence reigned in the atrium.Ā
Your gaze flew upwards, lingering on the large skylight that the ceiling was made of. The sky was dark and raindrops rolled down the curved glass.Ā
The thing with solitude is it doesnāt matter if youāve had it for a long time or not, if you expected it or notāit is always quiet and furtive and violent. And it hit you exactly at that moment. The magnitude of your loneliness. The weight of itācrushing and unforgiving. Maybe you had known for a while but hadnāt been brave enough to admit it to yourself.
You would never be truly happy again. Not without Hyunjin.
You had tasted what genuine contentment was like, you had known what true love felt like, and now everything was bland compared to it. There was no point in chasing a similar feeling because it wouldnāt exist, not without him. There would be days when you would feel joy but you would never be really happy. Something would always be lacking in your life, lacking from youāhe had left, it felt like, thousands of little voids in your body and your soul.Ā
You did not want the award. You never asked for it. You let Seungmin and Jisung convince you that you should take it, if only for the monetary prize that would be split between you and the museum. You didnāt need money. You did not want it.
The person you wanted to share all of this with was gone.Ā
A comforting hand pressed itself in between your shoulder bladesāJisung gave you a gentle nudge as a reminder that you had to stand up.Ā
Your legs were weak, trembling yet stiff, but you managed to push yourself up, a little too aware that all the heads were turned toward you, now. As soon as you stood straight, the entire room erupted in enthusiastic applause, the sound of it echoing on the walls, made even louder by the acoustics of the room. You smoothed out your pretty ball gown before closing your hands into fists, your fingernails digging into your palm, as Jisung stood after you, now pressing his hand at the small of your back to invite you to come with him. He took his role of security guard very seriously, but then he had also taken himself very seriously when he had been head of security here, so it shouldnāt surprise you.Ā
āLetās go now,ā you heard him mutter as he guided you toward the front of the room, regularly looking around as if he was fully expecting doom to fall upon you. He kept you close. The plan was that he would wait by the stage while you gave your speech, but now you found yourself wishing he would climb up there with you just so you wouldnāt be alone.Ā
Then you remembered the rift between alone and lonely.
He did help you up the steps though, holding your hand until the last second and giving it a squeeze before releasing you. The spotlights were warm and blinded you enough that you could barely see more than a few tables awayāyou couldnāt even make out the far end of the atrium, for which you were grateful. You could only imagine it would be easier to read your speech.
The Dean welcomed you warmly, introducing you once again into the microphone while an assistant was bringing the trophy. It was smaller than you expected it to be, yet no less beautifulāmade of glass, gold and bronze, it depicted a woman, Alden Breayās wife, sitting at a desk and seemingly writing. It was his wifeās essay on geopolitics that had inspired him the award in the first place, because, at the time, institutions wanted nothing to do with an essay on politics written by a woman. Breay had to claim the essay as his for it to see the light of day. He had sworn that worthy scholars should never go unheard and ignored again.
You were handed your trophy, which was heavier than it seemed and cool to the touch. You looked at it for a few seconds while the applause gained in volume and ardor. A nervous smile painted itself on your lips, and you took a moment to observe the trophy again, on which your name had been engraved, followed by for her immense contribution to the world of history, linguistics, and art, which changed the world.
You put the trophy down, causing the applause to slowly come to a stop, but not before you heard a few familiar voices calling your nameāMinji and Mrs. Yoo, but also your mother, your sister, and your uncle, who had traveled for hours just to be here tonight. Tears welled up in your eyes while the importance of the moment was trying to make its way in the deepest corners of your mind.Ā
From his spot, Jisung handed you the two sheets on which you had printed your speechāit had taken many hours to settle on a final version, and many people had helped. You unfolded it with shaking hands, staring at the words on the first sheet, reading the first sentence. Thank you for being here tonight. It is an honor to stand before you to accept this award.
Not inaccurate or anything, and yet.Ā
Almost painfully, you lifted your head, really looking at the room. Now that your eyes had adjusted to the brightness of the lights, you could see better, although the faces remained unreadable. There were so many people. You gave lectures sometimes or participated in various speaking engagements, but never in front of a crowd like this. You hadnāt even been this nervous during your PhD presentation.
You cleared your throat, reporting your attention to the sheets you were holding. You suddenly felt the urge to look at something familiar, at something comfortingāand since the thing you desired most was not available, you turned around, glancing at the paintings behind you. The gods, the gods that you understood better now. You allowed your gaze to linger on Feliks underneath his cypress tree, and then on Hyathos and his heavy expression, and the rest of them. To you, they had become so real that it was hard to distinguish fiction from truth, but you had no desire to perceive reality anyway.
The room fell quietāa silence so thick you could almost feel it on your skin as it reached you. You inhaled it when you took a deep breath to ready yourself, but as you opened your mouth to begin reading your speech, something shifted within you. It seemed like those words on this piece of paperāwords that you had composed, typed, and printed yourselfāwere no longer accurate.Ā
You folded the sheets again, trying very hard to conceal the uncontrollable shaking of your hands. You remembered exactly at that moment the way it used to feel when you and Hyunjin would exchange emails back and forth, writing entire essays about the myths just for each other. How easy it had been with himāthis, and everything else. There was so much that you wished you could talk about with him now that you truly understood the myths.Ā
At the beginning of your essay book, one could read, To you who made me love these stories more than I ever did - each and every one of these words is for you.
Maybe it did not matter. Whether he loved you or not. Because you loved him, and nothing could ever change that about you. And you loved that part of yourself, the part that had fallen in love with this honeyed-skin stranger. You loved the part of yourself that had allowed it to happen, that had gone with him for dinner the very night you met him. So the fact that he didnāt love you as much as you loved him only mattered in the sense that you were alone and would always be, but this love would always have a home in your heart.
āUhā¦ā You began, recoiling slightly when a slight screech echoed after your voice. You pulled away a little, making sure to speak a few inches farther so the microphone would work well. āI, uh, I spent hours writing this speech, butā¦ But there is more I want to say. And of course, I want to say thank you to those who decided I deserve this award. Never in my life did I imagine something like this would happen to me. So Iām grateful, I really am. And yetāwe all know how I came to make the discoveries I made, and so much of it relies on luck that I almost refused the award.ā
That declaration was punctuated by murmurs across the room. The more you spoke, the easier you could breathe, it felt like.Ā
You went on. āBut languageā¦ Language brings people together. To me, instead of being a barrier, it is a gate, an entrance into another culture. I always felt this way, even before Cipherian was Cipherian, back when we only knew a few words of it. And so I think this is why Iām here tonightāapart from the fact that I was persuaded by people close to meābecause I believe in the importance of this discovery, regardless of my actual involvement in it. I want to keep writing about it. I donāt think I will have enough of my life to say everything there is to say about the beauty and the intricacy of it.
āYou know how they say that learning a language changes you, alters your brain, the way it works, and the way it processes information. Iāve always known that to be true, but it was never as real as the day I sat down to read every word of the myths we had not yet been able to understand. I read about arra, a concept that doesnāt quite exist in our modern world. The authors of the myths thought that love came from lightāamong other sources, because it could also come from blood, or the oceanāand that it was visible to the naked eye. Love. Arra is what lights up someoneās eyes when they see their soulmate. But even soulmate isnāt quite that in Cipherian. The exact translation would be intended soul, as in, there is only one soul we are meant to bond with. To these people, arra could be seen on someone. And that changed me.ā
At this, the crowdās whispers grew a tad louder, but the voices were appreciative, impressed, even.
āI remember it. Arra. I remember when it once illuminated my eyes, and now that the light went out, I see the world a few shades darker, but at least I have a word that explains the phenomenon.ā You paused then, the shaking of your hands calming down only for you to begin feeling it in your throat. āBut thatās not all. Cipherian opens a brand new perspective on the concept of legacy. To them, itās called syn hsar avÄ«mhyphaei. Essentially, the literal translation of that is continuity. Because, what is legacy for us? Letās put it simplyāit is what we leave behind after weāre gone, which is not a concept that can be applied to the gods, can it? How could immortal beings perceive legacy the same way we do if they never cease to exist? Hsar means circle in Cipherian. Syn hsar avÄ«mhyphaei is the circle that continues. The godsā legacy is what always was and what always will be.
āWe do not know well the authors of the myths and even less those whose stories, written in the even more obscure language of the gods, inspired them. But whoever they were had a sensitive and beautiful vision of life, an understanding of it that our brains can barely comprehend.
āSo, I think, this is why Iām here tonight. I think itās the only way I could make sense of this awardābecause I want people to read those books. I want people to open their minds to this new perspective on life, which I think changes us for the better. It rewires our brains and our hearts and forces them open in a painless, loving way.Ā
āAbove allā¦ I wish for people to come together. Exchange, debate, discuss, learn. Love. There is nothing that can be compared to itāthe act of bonding with someone because of a shared passion, or a common goal. Maybe the authors took themselves for godsāmaybe that was what they wanted us to believe, that their legacy did not follow the rules of time, that it had no beginning and no end. And I think they were right. Let the myths and Cipherian be the bridge that brings people together. Together, letās create a new and more beautiful legacy.āĀ
The applause that followed your speech deafened you momentarily, but it wasnāt because of its volume per se, it was because, for those few seconds, nothing else existed, not even you. Your soul left your body for a short moment while you were recovering from the immense stress of speaking in front of such a crowd. The return was brutalāthe spotlights, it seemed, were warmer than ever, and your dress felt awfully light all of a sudden, as though it did not cover enough skin.
You reached for your trophy and let Jisung escort you back to your table, except everyone on the way there stopped you to congratulate you or shake your hand. Assistants were, however, asking attendees to stand while they cleared some space, as the next part of the gala would be the core party where people could dance and drink, and have dessert after the dinner earlier.
You let Minji take you to a corner to touch up your eye makeup. She did so in silence with a concerned look on her face, a look that you knew very well by now. You hadnāt quite descended from the high of the speechāin fact, you couldnāt remember any of it, not even a sentenceābut focusing on Minjiās strange behavior certainly felt like a gentle slap back to reality.Ā
āWhatās going on?ā you questioned as she handed you your lipstick, which had a nice, creamy peach color. You had too much money now, more than you wanted, so you bought things that cost a ridiculous price. This lipstick was one of these things. āDid I make a fool of myself?ā Your heart sank in your chest.
Minji shook her head vehemently. āNo, god, no!ā she assured, looking properly shocked. āOn the contraryāit was great. You were great. You didnāt even look nervous.ā She waited until you had reapplied the lipstick and put it back into her purse. āIām just really proud of you.āĀ
You knew there was more to Minjiās sudden mood shift so you didnāt believe her made-up excuse. You did trust her, thoughāyou could only imagine that she was withholding information from you because she thought it was the absolute best thing to do at this moment. Maybe it had something to do with the annoying journalists from the red carpetābecause there had been a red carpet even though you insisted it was absolutely not necessary.Ā
Have you guys been dating for a long time? Asked about you and Jisung, because he was effectively your date for the nightāas your personal security, of course.Ā
I love your dress! Who designed it? The dress was nice and you had found it at a luxury shop. A few haute couture designers had approached you, offering to design you a dress for tonightās event, but you had politely declined.Ā
With which of the gods would you most want to go on a date? A question you had assumed was some sort of bait, considering you had been ridiculed during your university years when you admitted having a crush on one of them. The way a girl has a crush on a guy that doesnāt exist, but it hadnāt stopped the others from giggling not just behind your back, but right at your face.
Most of these so-called journalists had requested a camera interview with you, and Seungmin had politely let them know there would be no such thing tonight.
You didnāt need media exposure. Cipherian, the myths, and even your essays were all over the news and the internet. Ā
āThank you,ā you finally told Minji, making yourself smile. āI owe you and the others a lot.ā
āNo need to be humble tonight,ā she reminded you playfully. āHow about I take your trophy upstairs to your office? Seems inconvenient to carry around.āĀ
It was excessively heavy indeed, but now that Minji was offering, what you really wanted was to go with her. Just to be away from all of these people for five minutes. Or maybe twenty.
Or maybe an hour.
āIāll go with,ā you said. You figured you ought to give her a little excuse just so she wouldnāt suspect anything. āThereās something I wanted to check anyway.ā
A hand pressed itself on your back, and you recognized Jisung. āNope, no work tonight.ā He had a faint smile on his face when you turned to him. āBesides, you need to eat.āĀ
Jisung took his hand in yours, guiding you away from Minji and toward the tables covered in food at the other end of the room. Since the beginning of the night, it was more of the sameāeverybody who saw you waved at you or gave you a solemn nod, and you did your best to give the appropriate response, but your throat was shut tight and you just felt weird. Like you expected more from tonight, or perhaps less, in a strange way.Ā
Once you made it to the food, Jisung asked for a few random items on the table, and the server carefully put everything on a plate. āWith two forks, please,ā Jisung added. āThank you.āĀ
You also offered the server a smile, just so people would at least believe you werenāt completely miserable. Jisung once again took your hand, so you could go sit somewhere to eat. You werenāt hungry, but youād eat a few bites just to shut him upāor rather, just so he wouldnāt worry about you too much.
As you walked away, though, you caught sight of the plaque with the catererās name on it. It was a bakery somewhere in town, with a very funny name. Familiar in an excessively bittersweet way.
āBabyBread,ā Jisung read on the plaque, stopping in his tracks and following your gaze. He chuckled. āThatās a weird business name. But kinda funny, isnāt it?ā When he saw that you werenāt responding, he went on, āDo you know this place? The pastries look delicious.ā
Did you know this place? Yes. But you hadnāt been inside the bakery per se. Hyunjin, however, intended to take you there for dessert after your first dinner together. Your first date, for all intents and purposes. Yet you yearned for it, for a memory that didnāt exist. You had never tasted the food made over there because instead, you and Hyunjin slow-danced outside. And it changed your life. And it changed you.
āThank you sir,ā the caterer employee retorted with a smile. āFreshly baked today by yours truly.āĀ
āOh, are you the owner of the bakery?ā Jisung asked, making small talk with this stranger. āThe name really is something.ā
āItās an inside joke, but yeah, itās me.ā The young man offered both of you a wide, heartfelt smile. He turned to you. āMiss, I want to extend my congratulations on your achievement. I canāt wait to buy your books and read them.ā
Two things went through your mind at that momentāthe first was that you had a box with copies of the books upstairs and that you would have someone give them to him. The second was that Hyunjin, that first night, had said he knew the owner.
āPlease speak to my assistant,ā you told him. āTell her I want you to have the booksāI have some in my office.ā Before he could refuse though, you continued. āSir, excuse me, butā¦ There is someone I know, a friend, with whom I almost visited your bakery once.ā It was a little more than a year agoātime flew a little too fast to your taste. āHe said he knows you.ā
The manās eyebrows raised in a pleasantly surprised expression. āDid he?ā His smile softened. āWho is that friend we have in common, then? He never told me he knew THE woman who deciphered the godsā language!āĀ
Jisung tugged at your arm but you let go of his hand. You closed in the distance between you and the tableāthe closer to it you got, the more you could smell the sweet scents emanating from it.Ā
āHis name is Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin.ā Simply uttering his name out loud like this felt like a free fall, and there was nothing you could anchor yourself to.Ā
The young man squinted for a couple of seconds and he tilted his head to the side, just slightly. āYes, Mr. Hyunjin. We became acquainted when I noticed it was him in a clothing ad across the streetā¦ā He let out a soft laugh but the more he spoke, the colder your heart felt. āHe used to visit my bakery quite often.ā
You swore you could hear Jisungās impatience and unease as he stood a little behind you. But this baker was the closest thing you had to Hyunjin in months, even though he was just someone who knew him.Ā
āHe left the city,ā you responded, your voice cracking unexpectedly. You cleared your throat, feeling the familiar prick of tears in your eyes.Ā
The man frowned. āAre you sure, miss?ā
Out of habit, you glanced at Jisung, who had an unreadable expression on his face, but was still dutifully holding the plate of pastries with the two forks on it. For an instant, he seemed puzzled, and then forced himself to look neutral again.
āY-Yes,ā you replied, turning to the baker again.Ā
He nodded slowly before shrugging. āI could swear I saw him earlier.ā He gestured vaguely at the room behind you. āMust have been a trick of the light.ā
The free fall came to an abrupt stop when you landed in a pool of ice-cold water, then sank to the bottom of it, only to end your journey in lava. Too thick to move and too hot to breathe. Almost with fear, you turned around, looking at the ball taking place in the atrium.Ā
āEveryone looks so dapper and fancy tonight,ā the man went on with a light toneāmaybe he had seen something in your eyes. Maybe, for an instant, you had let your sorrow shine through them. āProbably got confused with someone else.ā
Except there was one thing you were sure of, and it was that nobody who had a functional pair of eyes could ever confuse Hyunjin for somebody else. He looked too out of this world for that.Ā
You froze in place, scanning the faces before you, looking for the one you had been so adamantly yearning for. Could it really be? No, it couldnāt, right?Ā
Jisung intertwined his arm with yours again before you could sink any deeper. āWe can eat later. Letās dance. I like this song.ā
The song had just begun. Jisung had never been one to dance, not like that. It was a slow-paced classical piece, one that you had never heard before, yet it sounded both nostalgic and sad.Ā
He left the plate on the nearest table and dragged you to the dance floor under the gazes of several people. You wanted to cry. You wanted to leave. You did not want to dance, but when Jisung put his hands on your waist, you let him. He was looking at you gravely, almost like he was sorry that it was with him you were dancing and not somebody else.
You loved him. Hyunjin. It had been foolish to love him but it was not the sort of thing one could control. You knew nothing about him except, you knew his soul. It felt like that. You didnāt know about his familyāhe avoided the topic alwaysāand you didnāt know about his childhood either, but you knew about his deepest and darkest feelings. And it had been enough to make you fall in love with him.Ā
And now you saw him in everything.
You saw him in the river coursing through the city. You saw him in the cold nights and warm afternoons. You saw him in the strangeness of the world and in its beauty, too. He had become a part of you and that could never be undone, not even after he left. He had become a phantom limb, but the space he occupied in your heart had remained unchanged. You felt him in everything. You felt him in the smoothest silk of fancy hotel room robes. You felt him in the most poignant music, whether it was piano, harp, or cello. You felt him in the emptiness of your bed. In the emptiness of your cunt, and the one of your heart, too.
Jisung led the dance, holding you firmly as he did his best to sway beautifully among the other dancers. Your gaze lingered at many places as you dancedāJisung, the peculiar expression on his face as he held your waist as though he was running out of time. The skylight, displaying nothing but darkness and raindrops. The walls, displaying some of the most significant art the world had ever come to see. The crowd, some of them dancing to the rhythm of the sorrowful melody playing in the room. Others stood around and watched those who danced while drinking champagne. It made you crave more of it. Champagne, or something stronger.
You saw Hyunjin in everything. You saw the color of his eyes in a bottle of luxury cognac, you saw the color of his skin in a glass of expensive white wine, or in a jar of honey left by a sunny window.
You saw Hyunjin in the language of the gods. In the deep and intricate way the myths illustrated love and yearning. You saw Hyunjin in the madness that was taking over youāthe one the gods called ceinÅahk, a word whose literal translation was everyday love. The concept would be difficult to explain, but essentially, it describes a love that is as natural as breathing, cooking food, or looking at the sky. Actions done on a daily basis, out of need for survival or just because they make life better and are a part of it. You saw him in other words or in grammar rules. You saw him in the commas and other symbols that adorned the ancient texts, like the one you had named the Åleiandyi, for oleanders were the inspiration behind it. A straight line ending in what looked like a star but was a flower with five petals. It took you a lot of practice to get it right because of the specific shape of oleander petals.Ā
The oleandiās line would be traced below a series of words that needed to be insisted on, with the flower placed at the end to further emphasize the importance of the sentence. It felt as though every word he had ever spoken to you ought to be adorned with the symbol.
Your mind was so obsessed, so broken, so consumed by him, that you even saw him here, tonight, standing across the room, his gaze on you. Staring at you as if he had never left. Like he had been gone for two or three lifetimes.Ā
You had known it before, but you were certain nowāyou would love him even if it annihilated you molecule by molecule. It was not something you could control and yet it felt like a choice, a conscious decision. You loved Hyunjin, and for as long as your heart would beat and perhaps even after, you would continue to love him.Ā
Even if it killed you. Even if it kept you alive in the most unfair of worlds, which was to say, a world without him.
Bet she sucked her way through that PhD. Sloppy.
The voice that echoed in Hyunjinās head was so loud and invasive that it might as well have been his own, only it wasnāt. It was plaguing his thoughts the way his father used to. Like poison. Like a nightmare one cannot wake up from.
Like a smear of blood on the cuff of a white button-down.
It had dried already. The blood. Much like the voice haunting his mind, it did not belong to Hyunjin, and it would not go away, no matter how hard he scrubbed or how much handsoap he poured onto it. He knew he wasnāt supposed to get water on it because it was silk, but he needed it gone.Ā
Girls like her always act like theyāre stuck-up nerds but next thing you know, theyāre giving you a handjob in the bathroom at some wine tasting thing and ask you to finish on their tits.
Hyunjin only wanted to get some fresh air. He could never have predicted he would run into these pigs, men he had never even seen before.
He might have taken it as a sign that he shouldnāt have come here at all. Seungmin had given him ample amounts of warnings. āAre you sure about this?ā his former manager had asked him when Hyunjin gave him the necklace that he got for you. āWhat am I supposed to tell her?āĀ
āJust donāt tell her itās from me. You can tell her itās from you, or Han, or a fan. I want her to have it. Iāll be there, but Iām not sure Iāllā¦ talk to her.āĀ Ā
Nobody else in the world knew how much danger you were in. He had tried to warn Han Jisung. He had begged him to keep you safe, but what could possibly protect you from the wrath of the cruelest gods?Ā
He would see you on the news sometimes, or on a documentary series. Each discovery, each translation was a new window for mankind to look into another world. He knew you were drawing a lot of attention to yourself with your work. From mortals. From gods.
He knew he was making it worse, too. Hyunjin did his best to avoid you and thoughts of you, but that was like asking an irredeemable heroin addict to stop thinking about his vice.Ā
They would kill you for it. They would kill you for understanding them, for understanding life the way they did. They would kill you to punish him for falling in love with you.
Hyunjin knew he took a risk by coming here tonight but he told himself he would stay away. That he would watch you being crowned with the award, being recognized by your peers, and that he would leave after. He knew what he had to do. Maybe he had known before, but it had all appeared clearly to him when he learned about your car āaccidentā a few weeks ago.
His father had called him selfish many times and it had taken all this time for him to realize he had been right all along. Weak, selfish, and self-absorbed. He should not have asked you to dinner that day at the museum. He should have walked out of there as soon as you made his heart jump in his chest. He should have run away when your words made his soul turn from a dull monochrome shade to vibrant with color.Ā
There had been something in your eyes. And it was still there tonight. It was difficult to explain it with wordsāperhaps you, who possessed the language he had once known but had been taken away from him, would know how to describe it. It was as though you were begging to be loved. Please love me, your eyes said. But stay away.Ā
He was running out of time. To love you. To save you. To make things right. But he was selfish, which meant he was here tonight so he could love you one last time.
She probably rode a dick for that award too.
Or took it in the ass.
I know a guy who can get us into the afterparty.
How about we go say hi and maybe get a few drinks in her?
Hyunjin only stepped outside for one minute because the sight of you in that green tulle dress overwhelmed him. It had been so long since he saw you, since he was in the same room as you, breathed the same air as youāhe could only take so much of it at once.
There had been a few other guests scattered around the stairs leading to the front entrance. Hyunjin chose a spot he thought would be the most peaceful, but his attention immediately turned to the three nearest men when he understood that you had gone to university with one of them. They were drunk, meaning the conversation was not happening at a quiet volume.
And they were talking about you.
Hyunjin had never been intimate with rage. It was the very reason why his father hated him. Amaranthos had always wished to witness his middle child become more like himselfāruthless, filled with fury, and thirsty for violence and disorder. Hyunjin, up until now, had always been the exact opposite of all these things. He had no wish to get involved in his fatherās wars because he had no bias in them. He had no claims in them. To Hyunjin, all of it had always been so futileāwhy fight over a territory or an ideal?Ā
It had never been important enough for him. Not those wars, not any other, not anything.
And then he met you.
It was ironic, almost comical. As he felt more and more of his divine essence dissipating, Hyunjin began to display, finally, some of the qualities his father had wanted to see in him for so long.Ā
He rinsed the soap off for the third time, examining the cuff of his shirt under the ceiling light. The blood was still there. Paler, but there nonetheless.Ā
Hyunjin could tell that it was not just the free alcohol served at the award ceremony that made these men speak the way they did. It wasnāt even just lust or jealousy, although it was also that. The one who studied with you, he could tell, envied your success and resented you for it at the same time. Because you were better than he would ever be. And maybe he felt some sort of guilt for letting you give him a handjob in some bathroom at a wine tasting event and treating you like a disposable fleshlight.
Like a shooting star.
Everyone gets tired of me, Hyunjin. Iām just a shooting star.
He heard his father in these men. His cruelty. His impudence. Like poison. Like a nightmare. Like a stain of blood on white silk. He would recognize it anywhereāthe corruption, the rot, now seeping through these mortals. Their impulses required so little divine intervention, but it was there. Their minds were too simple to fight their primal urges anyway. The kind of men who were just a little too eager to stick their cocks into something warm. Many gods were like this, too.Ā
When you get tired of me, Hyunjin, will you be gentle with me?
Hyunjin never had to use violence before. He witnessed it many times, he felt it, and he hated it. He was the victim of it often. But it was the first time he tried it with his own hands. His own fists. Grabbing this bastard by the collar of his shirt and slamming him into the pillar behind him, realizing that the hatred he had for this guy extended to himself.Ā
Smashing his face with his fist. One time, two times. Getting hit in return but not the pain that should have come with it. Maybe because he still had some immortality to him, or because he could not let these assholes defile your name like this and not react. Maybe this was his father taunting himāmaybe he never meant to send them after you. Perhaps Amaranthos was just reveling in seeing his sonās facade break.
He was stronger than he thought he was. It only took a few punches until the man fell to his knees, mostly knocked out, but with still enough stamina to call Hyunjin a few nasty names. He was bleeding a lot from his nose and his lip was cut open. One of the other two just fledāthe last one stared at the scene, frozen, apparently unable to react. Maybe he was trying to decide if it was worth risking getting his nose broken to show his loyalty to his friend.
Hyunjin did not care. He let go of the guyās collar. He was bleeding all over his sleeve anyway. He backed up. The guy spat at his feet but ultimately just rested his head and stared at Hyunjin with a complicated emotion in his eyes. Guilt. Hatred. Shame. Ecstasy. It shone underneath the rest the same way obsidian reflected moonlight. It gave Hyunjin chillsāhe let two security guards take him away just so he wouldnāt have to look at the man anymore. And at the poison in his eyes.
Hyunjin avoided the worst of the commotion by bribing the head of security. The museum had hired an outside firm, so he was not familiar with anyone working at the doors tonight. It cost him all the cash he had in his walletāand it was a lotābut he didnāt care.Ā
When you get tired of me, Hyunjin, will you be gentle with me?
He could not wash the blood off his shirt.Ā
Giving up, Hyunjin used a paper towel to dry himself as best he could, daring a glance towards the mirror in front of him. He barely recognized the reflection staring back. A man in a velvet tuxedo. A man stuck between two worlds, a prisoner of his own longing. With someone elseās blood on his sleeve and shadows in his eyes. It wasnāt Hyathos that he was seeing.Ā
It was Hyunjināin his most broken, human form.Ā
He felt so small then, alone in this bathroom. Like the weight of the entire world was crushing him. Only, he had never been much more than that. Whatever this was. This was the most heād ever beāa man who loved you and who had once been loved by you, too.
He took a deep breath, exhaling in a long sigh that left a smudge of condensation on the mirror, blurring his face. The air had become too heavy in here, too thick, much like the silence stuffing the room. He couldnāt hide in here forever anyway, could he? He knew that security rounds were done every ten minutes or so, which meant he had very little time to get out.
The hallway was a little less quietāthe party permeated through the floor here, as though it filtered between the old wooden planks. He wasnāt technically allowed here because it was the administrative wing on the second floor. Hyunjin just did not think it would have been a good idea to wash blood off his hands and shirt in the public bathroom downstairs, so he snuck up here. He knew this hallway because itās where you brought him that first night. After dinner and slow-dancing in the park. After showing him the hidden painting.Ā
He passed the door to your office, remembering how it felt to hold you and kiss you there. The floor creaked beneath him, but the sound of you in his mind, moaning so prettily in his ear, was louder. Louder than the other voices, too, the cruel ones.Ā
Nothing mattered as much as you did.
And yet Hyunjin slowed down when he walked past the large window just before the staircase. It was so wide that it spanned nearly the entire wall. When he stood at the largest frame in its center, it was all he could see.Ā
And, now, the night took up all of the space within it.Ā
This window should have a similar view to the one in your office, meaning he should be able to see the park and the tree under which you sometimes sat. Only, it seemed like that part of the neighborhood had a power outage. Everything was dark and still. It was a strange sensationāHyunjin knew it was there. The street below, the park across, the tree, the other museum wings. But the night had swallowed all of it.
His heart tightened in his chestāhe had to hold onto the nearest window frame for a few seconds, his head spinning. He almost lost his balance. Almost.Ā
He remembered his orchard.Ā
He had built it, all of it, from nothing. Selecting only the best seeds and planting them with care. The trees grew in the fertile soil between the ocean and a pine grove, and so the fruit carried the taste of the land it grew on. Iodine. Timber. Sunlight. His father tried to convince him to tear down the pine grove so he could plant more trees and harvest more fruit. Hyunjin, mainly, grew peaches, but also apples and plums. He even had a few cherry trees, whose pretty blooms, in the spring, always moved him. He liked the trees he had, but he did not need more. He was content with his orchard. Satisfied. The fruit was juicy and sweet and fragrant.Ā
His father always wanted more. He always wanted him to want more.Ā
Hyunjin used to spend a lot of time there, alone, walking barefoot in the earth or the high grass, tending to his trees. Sometimes, he would venture into the pine grove. And sometimesāespecially towards the end, before his father sent him hereāhe would go beyond the pine grove.
The pine trees were tall and ancient, older than time itself. They swayed gently in the wind, so he took his time, admiring the view on his way, walking the narrow path leading to the other side, stopping only when he reached it. He could not have gone any further anyway because that was also where the land stopped.
It did so dramaticallyāwith a high, steep cliff, overlooking the ocean below. The perfect diving spot.
Hyathos was a demigod. He could not die, as in, death always evaded him or he always evaded death. But he would dive into the restless waters, over and over, as though colossal waves werenāt crashing onto the cliffside. As forceful as it was mesmerizing, the ocean broke onto the sharp rocks. The foam darkened their ochre-colored surface, drying only when the sun would kiss them come sunrise.
Hyathos was a demigod. Patron of desire, of disasters, and fruit trees. He had been loved by light itself, once, but not enough to be its sole craving. It was during one of his dives that he understood that being the god of desire did not mean he was meant to be desired more than anybody elseāgod or mortal alike. It meant he was more intimate with desire. It meant he felt it deeper and stronger and harder.Ā
Hyathos could not die. But sometimes, as his immortal body hit the water, he hoped he would. He had been interested in mortals before, but it was around this time that he became fascinated by them, visiting witches and warlocks to inquire about the mortal world and the people who inhabited it. What they did. What kind of things they liked.Ā
Their purpose.
Hyunjinās fingers found the latch of the window in front of him. He could not take his eyes off the darkness below. Truth be told, he did not miss his life as a god, nor did he miss the dominion over which his father ruled, as it never truly felt like home. However, he did miss his orchard a little.Ā
And this window reminded him an awful lot of staring down at the sea from the top of the cliff on a moonless night.
Hyunjin tested the latchāhis fingers acted before his mind could think. He wondered what would happen if he jumped. If it would feel the way it used to feel when he dove into the ocean. He wondered if he would die. Could he die, yet? Was Minhas already watching him?
It made no difference. Whether he was watching or not. The latch did not move when Hyunjin tried it. Of course notāit was sealed.Ā
He knew temptation invaded his mind out of fear. Or rather, grief.Ā
He could, maybe, force this safety latch open.
Or he could go back downstairs and watch you in your beautiful dress. He could face you one last time. And if you let him, maybe, hold you again. Just tonight.Ā
Hyunjin. Iām just a shooting star.
This whole time, you had it all wrong. It was he who was the shooting star, and you were the night sky, vast and deep and complex and beautiful. And he would endure all the anguish in all the universes if it meant he could love you in just one of them, just for a little while.Ā
Hyunjin adjusted his bowtie, using his reflection in the window in front of him before making his way downstairs again, searching for you. Always you.Ā
He saw it in your eyes when your gaze met his. Arra. Maybe it had been there since the beginning. He thought so.
Hyunjin felt it in his chest when your gaze met his. Belonging.Ā
It had been there since the beginning.
Upon seeing Hyunjin, your body came to a halt, Jisung crashing into you. You almost toppled over but caught your balance at the last second, which could be classified as a miracle considering how you didnāt even feel your body. Or perhaps you felt it too much, kind of in the same way severe burns affect someone. As in, those burns go through the skin and damage the nerve endings, cutting all sensation. Protecting one from the pain.Ā
It was what you were thinking of as you stood there, staring at the other side of the large room. That something within you was trying to shield you from whatever consequences would arise following this phenomenon.Ā
Because either he wasnāt actually here, or this was somehow a hallucination. You could believe thatāyou could see how longing for him too much had just caused your brain to produce this illusion, making him appear out of the blue, perhaps as an attempt to soothe this visceral need that you felt. Your mind had produced an image of him. A wraith. Not real, no matter how tangible he looked.
Or he was actually here. Standing there, motionless, as handsome as ever, wearing a black velvet tux, his complex eyes riveted on you. But he had been there before, and then he had left without a word. So perhaps his coming back meant nothing.Ā
Maybe he was here and he would just leave again.
It wasnāt burn injuries you thought about when he movedāHyunjin, or the mirage of him, stood straight, walking slowly and steadily towards you. Something else came to your mindāit was as though each one of his steps was a detonation in your chest, instead this time there was no destruction. It was as though he was holding your heart in his hand and every inch of distance he closed between you was another not-so-gentle squeeze on it, forcing you back to life, breathing air into your lungs, allowing blood to course through your veins again. He was here. No illusion could have such an effect on youāonly the real Hyunjin could find a way to your soul, bypassing any and all defenses on his way. He was the only thing you would ever let anywhere near your heart, even if it killed you.
He was standing right in front of you before you knew it, bringing with him his elaborate scent, enveloping you in it. Woody petrichor, with amber and floral undertones that made him smell like the exact moment when the sun pierced through stormy clouds.Ā
It really was him. His not-brown eyes, something darker, something brighter. Heavy with a burden that could not be expressed with words. His pomegranate lips, his honey skin, his delicate yet violently beautiful traits, framed by his silky dark hair. Its shade of black was so rich it was reminiscent of a night sky that had northern lights dancing in it. A black with furtive undertonesādamp, rich soil. Solar eclipses. Burnt wood. The warmth that you remembered radiated from him, deep, soft, peach-colored, and just as sweet.Ā
All you could do was stare at him, taking in the sight of him, the elegance with which he held himself, the grace he exuded just by standing there.Ā
Your gaze returned to his eyes, studying them. There was something in them that you hadnāt seen before. Not that it hadnāt been thereābecause it had been. You just had not known to look for it because you hadnāt yet known it existed.
Arra. The force lighting somebodyās eyes as they gazed upon their soulmateāor rather, their intended soul.
His bottom lip quivered, yet Hyunjin parted his mouth open, his eyes dancing all over you. āDarling,ā he breathed, and his voice hit you like a storm. He said it again. āDarlingā¦āĀ
Relief came first, then fondness, followed by familiarity. You had thought about it a lot in your mind, the moment you would see Hyunjin again. Not because you assumed it would happen, but because you couldnāt help it. Whatever indifference had inhabited you in the first months after his disappearance had evaded you long ago, and the truth was that you could hardly fall asleep at night without imagining a scenario in which you saw him again. Sometimes, it was grandioseāhe broke into a radio station while you were giving an interview, or he himself went on TV to give one, talking about how much he missed you. Other times, you just ran into him on a street somewhere.Ā
When you questioned him about it, Jisung told you that Hyunjin needed to leave or else you would be in danger. He did not know too much about it, but it had something to do with Cipherian, the myths and the translations. You couldnāt wrap your mind around any of it and Seungmin was no help. Despite having been Hyunjinās agent for years, he also had no idea of his involvement in any illegal activities, and certainly not anything related to linguistics. Therefore, you did not think it was true.Ā
Itās not like thereās a price on my head, you pointed out that day. To Jisung, who had been hired by Hyunjin to be your personal bodyguard. Because, well, there was some kind of price on your head.Ā
Maybe it made you hate him a little less. Hyunjin. Maybe you resented him less, too. Whatever involvement he had in itāa foolish part of you wanted to believe he truly did it for your safety. For your own good. That he left reluctantly. That Jisung didnāt lie when he said Hyunjin loved you.
So when you slipped under your covers at nightāwhether it was in your bed or in an unfamiliar hotel roomāyou thought about him. Hyunjin. And about the moment you might see him again in a place that wasnāt an ad in a magazine or a billboard on the side of a road, whether his body was used to advertise perfume or a car or expensive jewelry. You thought about the true him, in the flesh, about his honey skin, the unnatural warmth that always emanated from him, the silky sensation of him underneath your fingertips or under your tongue.
Maybe it made sense that it would be here. In this museum, under the very skylight where you met him first, surrounded by the same walls, and even, for the most part, the same people. You wondered if you were the same woman you had been back then, all those months ago. It felt like you werenāt. Like he had changed you somehow.
You let relief wash over you for all the seconds it requiredāit was truly Hyunjin standing there, and he seemed healthy. He seemed fine, so nothing bad must have happened to him. He also didnāt look like he had developed some kind of hatred for you over time, which, selfishly, comforted some part of you. You became aware that something else was lurking underneath the reliefāit was sharp, unkind. Ugly.Ā
For a second or perhaps two, you thought the world came to a stop but it turned out it was quite the opposite. Around you, it kept going. The world kept spinning and so did the dancers, intertwined, beautiful, relishing the moment, unaware of the storm going on in your chest. It was you who turned motionless. It was your heart that turned stagnant and inanimate. Maybe it wanted nothing to do with what was coming.Ā
But you couldnāt help it.Ā
The tears burned your eyes. They were hot. Scalding. As though it was acid rolling down your cheeks. You took a step back, feeling Jisung somewhere there but ignoring him. The world kept spinning. The whole time, the world had kept going, and you had been forced to follow along. You had been obligated to get up in the morning and to continue existing without Hyunjin. And he hadnāt even said goodbye.Ā
When you spoke, your voice came out all wrong. Foreign. As though it was acid spilling out of your lips, too. āYou lied to me.ā Your throat felt so tight it hurt. āYou said youād be back soon.āĀ
The memory was fuzzy, but it was undeniably there. You were sitting at your computer, writing compulsively, your naked body wrapped in a blanket, your pussy still sore from your earlier passionate lovemaking with Hyunjin. The scent of his cum lingered on you, musky and sweet. Remembering it was more painful than remembering all the months during which you were without him. Or all the other times you had been abandoned. All the other times you had been made ephemeral.Ā
Will you be back soon? you had asked him.
Soon, he had said. And it had been a lie.
āYou lied to me,ā you repeated, louder, your voice turning into a growl and a sob all at once. Your legs felt weak and your arms weaker, but you reached for him, Hyunjin, because you wanted to hurt him, maybe. Hit him in his perfect face.Ā
He caught your fist before it struck him, staring at you with wounds instead of eyes. He parted his lips, searching for words, but they never came. Still, he held your hand in his, inches away from his cheek, daring to squeeze it tenderly every few seconds.
āI bet youāll say it was to spare me,ā you added before Hyunjin could say anything. āI bet youāll say it was so you wouldnāt hurt me. Well, guess what? It didnāt work!ā
You were vaguely aware of the heads turning in your direction, but you were mostly aware of Hyunjin and of the way your hand felt when it was being held by his. Because he was not letting go, even if you tried to pull away. He looked a little like you had stabbed him in the chest. For an instant, it felt like you were looking into a mirror. For once, your pain had found its match.Ā
āI know,ā he murmured, a scowl appearing between his eyebrows. He made no attempt to apologize. He did not ask for your forgiveness.Ā
He did not let go of your hand.
Instead, he pulled you closer. You tried to find something to say. You searched for strength within youānot to hit him, not really, but to scream at him. It was what you wanted to do. The entire time, since that day you finally allowed yourself to miss him, it had been what you had wanted to do. Scream at the top of your lungs. As though you needed an exorcism. People had hurt you before Hyunjin. Objectively, people had hurt you in worse ways. People had cheated on you. People had taken advantage of you. They sometimes said cruel things behind your back.Ā
And it had affected you. All those times. Deeply. Or so you thought.Ā
It all seemed so meaningless now. As you were facing Hyunjin again after all this time, you came to realize what love was. You had known for a while that you loved him and that it was true love. The truest, most forthright kind of love you had ever felt, and that you would ever feel, too. But you hadnāt really thought that youād see him again.Ā
But you hadnāt really thought that he loved you the same way you loved him.
He did not let go of your hand. He was just inches away now, his face so close that you could only see the details of himāthe moles on his honey skin, the fine lines adorning his pillowy lips, their pomegranate shade. The strand of silky hair that fell over his dark eyes. His purposeful and deliberate and troubled gaze.Ā
His breath smelled like the wine they served. The sleeve of his shirt was slightly damp. Hyunjin did not let go of you.Ā
You only became aware of the inert quality of your heart and soul as it dissipated the very moment Hyunjin kissed you.
He pressed his lips onto yours, his mouth warm and trembling, unsure yet unequivocal. It might as well have been your first kiss with the way it made you come alive. It might as well have been the thousandth time he kissed you with how familiar it feltāknown but not mundane. Lips that were more than just a memory. Lips that you had longed for, that you had craved for, but you had not dared hope for. Because the absence of them had left you suffocatingāand how could one even hope without air in their lungs?
Hyunjin deepened the kiss, pulling you closer, and you let him, moaning faintly into his mouth. He breathed into yours. And you in his. Kissing him was easy and soft and mighty. His lips reminded you of a late summer peach. You couldnāt let go of him, and he did not let go of you, still, his tongue finding yours, tasting you, feeling you.Ā
You thought of the first time he kissed you.Ā
And the last time.
And everything in between. The agony of it.
He kissed you again, tightening his embrace. You had never experienced such ecstasy. It was him. It was really him. And you felt his love on his lips. You saw it in his eyes. His kiss felt like a plea. It felt as though there were only the two of you on earth.
At least until somebody bumped into you as they danced with their partner.Ā
You allowed the kiss to break, but Hyunjin caressed your lips with his thumbs, an unreadable expression on his face.Ā
āDarling,ā he murmured, and you heard him over the music and the crowd. You would have heard him over thunder, over an avalanche, over anything. āLetās get out of here, yes?ā
Of course. You would follow him everywhere if he asked you. Your hand was still in his. You glanced at Jisung, who seemed reluctant to let you go, and offered him a reassuring smile. The smile came easily to your lipsāit wasnāt rehearsed or forced. You realized that you meant it.Ā
You felt the cold air before even stepping outāsomeone took their time closing the door behind them, and you remembered you had left your jacket in your office upstairs. Somehow, this did not bother you.
It was cold enough that the rain had turned to snow.
Thick snowflakes fell lazily from the sky, quieting the city, melting in places, and covering the ground in white patches in others.Ā
Hyunjin held your hand still, but with the other one, you caught a snowflake on your palm. It dissolved almost instantly, but it remained long enough for you to see its intricate lines, unique yet familiar.Ā
It was too early in the year for snow. The fact that it snowed was strange, but it did not bother you, nor did the cold. Hyunjin was staring up at the sky with eyes full of tears, as though it meant something to him.Ā
One day, you told yourself, you would ask him.Ā
If he stayed, that is. But at least now you were choosing to follow him and to let him unmake you. His love, your loveāit was worth paying whatever price.
to be continued...
Author's note: š§āāļø well. I never expected I'd be here, posting this, today. But here I am... and you know I want to thank you all, my readers who have stayed loyal & patient despite my VERY long hiatus. So, thank you. It's just nice to come back home and not find the house completely empty, you know?
But I cannot not thank my dear @cb97percent, without whom I would have given up a long time ago. She believed in me while I didn't believe in anything. She still does. But much like Chris caught Hyunjin just in time on that infamous day at the studio, she doesn't seem to want to give up on me, so I really wanted to say a special thank you.
I am so, so privileged to be here, and to have my readers and friends and this space. I just want to say, I'm so grateful. To everyone who made it possible: please know you've contributed to something deeply meaningful for me.
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Unintentionally, I read part five first without realising there were previous content, but here it goes my comments before I move on to the previous parts.
This chapter, oh my, I just cried because everything was so deep, I could just feel everything being narrated and, even if I haven't read yet the development of the main characters, the longing and heartbreak were so present that I just cried the whole Jinnie part and their seeing each other again.
I feel like I'm going to have the biggest angst when I officially read them getting together and separated. I'm so totally prepared, but not prepared for this. May my plushies and furry babies be with me when that time comes!
Also, I may add more on this for when I have the whole plot and scenes already read!
Thank you, Author-nim and I hope you are doing well. I would like to wish a much calmer and safer 2026!
šš š¤āššā. . .Ā you seem to always need help fixing things around your apartment. luckily, your neighbour, hyunjin, has a knack for household repairs. your damn hot and witty handyman-of-a-neighbour who is always there for his doll in distressāeven if all she needs is a good dicking down.
š.Ā Ā hwang hyunjin x afab!reader
šŗ.Ā Ā smut, handyman!neighbour!hyunjin
šš¶.Ā Ā 10.4k
š¶š.Ā Ā [MDNI] explicit sexual content, softdom!hyunjin, nipple play, oral (f. rec.), pussydrunk!hyunjin, praise, manhandling, breeding kink, dirty talk, petnames (doll, sweetheart, baby), piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it ! pls !!), creampie, hyunjin is just hot as hell honestly, and has such a dirty mouth gosh. consume responsibly. take care of yourself.
š š®.Ā Ā written with afab reader in mind. reader has breasts and a vagina. all characters are consenting and over 18 yo.
Ū¶ą§Ā ššš'š ššššš¢ššĀ ąæ Ā that workdol episode clearly did a number on me.
THE SINK was your foe, and the plumbing in your building was a joke.
Ā āThis is what you called me for?ā Hyunjinās voice filtered through the phone, tinged with an amused disbelief that made it difficult to tell whether he was genuinely concerned or simply entertained by your latest crisis.
Ā You balanced the phone against your shoulder, a damp dish towel in one hand and a half-soaked roll of paper towels in the other, glaring at the mess spreading across your kitchen floor. The sink had been making strange noises for weeks, a low gurgle that seemed harmless enough until it finally turned on you, sending water pooling across the counter with a mocking drip that no amount of frantic plunging could stop. The pipesāthe stubborn, stubborn pipesāhad defeated every attempt youād made, leaving you knee-deep in irritation and suds.
Ā āUnless you know a better way to keep my apartment from turning into an indoor pool, yes, this is what I called you for,ā you said, trying and failing to keep the exasperation out of your voice. āItās either you or I start charging admission at the door.ā
Ā A low chuckle resonated through the line, warm and infuriatingly self-satisfied. āYou know, most people would just call maintenance. Thatās literally what theyāre paid for.ā
Ā āI did call maintenance,ā you muttered, squeezing the damp towel until droplets slipped between your fingers. āThey said someone could come by next Tuesday. Unless I plan on living off takeout for the next week, thatās not exactly helpful.ā
Ā āAh,ā Hyunjin replied, dragging the syllable out with a smugness that made your stomach tighten. āSo Iām not just your first callā¦ Iām your only option.ā
Ā āYouāre the only option that doesnāt involve my entire kitchen rotting.ā
Ā He hummed, the sound low and thoughtful, as though he was weighing the gravity of the situation. āI just showered, doll. You trying to get me dirty again?ā
Ā Your mouth opened, but words failed to spill out from over your lips. You stood still, pushing at the way his causal tone made your cheeks heat and heart thump, trying to conjure a quip back, or yell at him, perchance.
Ā āIāll be there in ten minutes. Try not to cry without me.ā
Ā The line went dead before the curses you had lined up rolled off your tongue, leaving you alone with the gurgling of the faucet and the uncomfortable quickening of your heartbeat.
Ā Hyunjin had a way of slipping beneath your skin without even trying, weaving himself into moments that should have been mundane and turning them into something you thought about long after they ended. You had lived next door to him for nearly a year, long enough to know he was the sort of neighbour who always seemed to appear when you least expected itācarrying groceries into the elevator at the exact moment you struggled with your own, lounging in his work clothes against the railing of the stairwell when you came home late, dress shirt rumpled and hair in a messy state no amount of intentional styling could replicate. He was helpful in an infuriatingly smug way that made it impossible to thank him without also wanting to throttle him.
Ā And he was handsome, although āhandsomeā felt like too simple a word for someone who could make you lose track of what you were saying in the middle of a sentence just by pushing his unkempt fringe off his forehead. Hyunjin had a way of existing that demanded your attention; tall and loose-limbed, all lazy grace and deep contours dwindled by the warmth of his stupid grin.
Ā You had told yourself, repeatedly, that this attraction was nothing but a harmless nuisance, an unfortunate side effect of close proximity and his vexing habit of showing up in your space like it belonged to him. You had convinced yourself the butterflies in your stomach were merely a byproduct of his teasing, the kind of thing anyone would feel when faced with a neighbour who always seemed to know how to get under your skin. Yet, every time you caught yourself watching him tighten a screw with those long fingers, or when his voice curled around your name in his low, unhurried drawl, you wondered how much longer you could keep up the act.
Ā A sharp knock at your door jolted you from your thoughts.
Ā When you opened it, Hyunjin leaned against the frame with an infuriating ease, his battered red toolbox hanging from one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of his jeans, a dark wash you had grown accustomed to because these jeans were his handyman jeansāhe wore them whenever he came over to help you fix up your kitchen cabinets, or install new tiles on the floor of your bathroom, or screw in a lightbulb you truly couldāve done yourself. The denim was littered with wood dust and gorilla glue and dried paint, tiny rips clawing into the fabric across his knees.Ā
Ā His white t-shirt clung to his arms and chest, and it felt deeply unfairādid he have to be so well sculpted?āand his hair was still damp from his shower, the strands spiking slightly as they dried. A warm, woody scent drifted past you as he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, leaving you momentarily caught between irritation and the embarrassing awareness of how your heart had quickened.
Ā āYour knight in shining denim,ā he announced, setting the toolbox on your counter with a dull clang before towering in front of the sink, his eyes sweeping over the small flood. āWow. You werenāt kidding. Youāve really outdone yourself this time.ā
Ā āI told you it was bad,ā you mumbled, crossing your arms.
Ā āYou undersold it,ā he said, sleeves already shoved up, biceps already pulling the fabric taut as he examined the pipes. āThis is a full-scale anarchy.ā
Ā You leaned against the counter, trying to bluff indifference even though your eyes travelled with a mind of their own, skimming over the line of his shoulders, the sharp angle of his jaw as he focused. āDo you actually know hwo to fix it, or are you just here to gloat while I drown?ā
Ā āBoth,ā he admitted without looking up, his mouth twitching at the corners. āBut donāt worry, Iāve got this. You can trust me.ā
Ā The words were casual, tossed out without thought, but the way they landed with unexpected weight, pulling at something in your chest, had forced your gaze to the dripping faucet, to the water-stained towels scattered across the floor, to anything that wasnāt him.
Ā āTell me how it started,ā he said, his words softened by the scrape of metal as he retrieved a wrench from the box, glancing up at you with a calm gaze that had the infuriating ability to both irritate and disarm you at the same time. āDid the water stop draining all at once, or has it been slow for a while?ā
Ā You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, shifting your weight against the counter, carefully positioning yourself far enough from the watery mess that you refused to step into it again, though you knew he would never let it touch you even if it spread.Ā
Ā āIt was gurgling for days, but I thought it would work itself out. Tonight, though, I washed a pan and suddenly the whole thing justā¦ rebelled.ā Hyunjin snorted. You continued, āI tried the plunger, I tried pouring boiling water, I even tried vinegar and baking soda. Nothing worked.ā
Ā Hyunjin shook his head, his damp strands of hair falling forward until he brushed them back with his wrist, leaving a subtle streak of water against his temple that gleamed in the dim kitchen light. āYouāre lucky it didnāt explode on you. Pipes donāt like being ignored, sweetheart.ā
Ā Your heart tripped at the word, though you masked it with a curt roll of your eyes. āYou say that like I had any other choice.ā
Ā āYou had one.ā He turned back to the pipes, his voice rich with a smugness that fizzled beneath your skin. āCalling me before it turned into a flood.ā
Ā The wrench twisted in his grip, veins straining against the skin of his forearm, his long fingers gripping deftly as he loosened one of the joints. A thin stream of water spat out at him, splattering across his shirt and streaking down the column of his throat, catching the faint sheen of sweat already gathering along his skin. He didnāt flinch, only muttered something under his breath as he reached for a rag and wiped his hands, the damp cotton of his t-shirt sticking more closely to his chest with each movement.
Ā That damn white t-shirt. He knew what he was doing wearing a white t-shirt to a job involving water.
Ā You tried not to stare, but when you catch the way his chest looks under the wet ghost-like fabric, your eyes started dragging down the lines of his body, tracing the subtle dip of muscle beneath the shirt, the stretch of denim housing dampened splotches across his thighs where he balanced on his heels.
Ā āStop hovering,ā he quipped tauntingly, breaking your trance. āYouāre making me nervous.ā
Ā āYouāre not nervous,ā you replied too quickly, the flush creeping up your neck exposing you far more than your voice did.
Ā A slow grin spread across his face, but his eyes stayed fixed on the pipes. āYouāre right. Iām not.ā
Ā The water hissed as he twisted another piece free, the sound filling the silence between you, punctuated only by the occasional clink of metal against tile. You stood with your arms crossed, feigning indifference even as your stomach fluttered, his voice threading through the space with an easy confidence making you want to lean closer just to hear more.
Ā āHonestly,ā Hyunjin continued, āyouāre lucky I like you. Anyone else, Iād have told them to call a plumber and left them to figure it out. But youāā He finally looked up, his canines cutting sharp against the dim light. āYou get VIP treatment.ā
Ā Your throat went dry, though you managed to roll your eyes, clinging to the veneer of irritation that had always been your armor with him. āVIP? Do you mean free labor?ā
Ā āFree for now,ā he corrected, tightening one final joint before leaning back to test the faucet. The water sputtered, then flowed smoothly sans restraint, the pool in the sink beginning to drain away in a whirl. He wiped his hands on the rag and pushed himself to his feet, his height crowding the space between you as he leaned close enough for you to catch the scent of his woody cologne on his skin again, mingling with the freshness of his shower and, now, the spray of pipe water. āBut Iām starting to reconsider my rates.ā
Ā You exhaled, both relieved and annoyed, watching the sink clear itself as though he had worked some sort of miracle. āSo youāre done? Thatās it?ā
Ā āThatās it.ā He tilted his head, water still dripping from the ends of his hair, sliding down the side of his neck in thin rivulets. āGood as new. No more indoor swimming pool.ā
Ā You hesitated, then said, āWellā¦ I suppose I should compensate you somehow.ā
Ā A smirk found solace on his lips, entirely too knowing. He took a step closer, dropping his voice just enough to make your pulse stumble.Ā
Ā āYou could always offer me a shower.ā He let the pause hang and added, āPreferably one I donāt have to take alone. I did get all dirty fixing your sink, after all."
Ā Your lips parted, words failing to stitch along the tip of your tongue as heat surged through your chest, your body discarding the veil you typically hid behind. You tried your very best to hold his gaze, to avoid peeking at the sag of his damp clothes across his chest and torso.
Ā Hyunjin reached for his toolbox, his smirk loitering on his lips like he had said nothing at all out of the ordinary. āCall me if you need anything else,ā he said, his tone smoothing back into something deceptively neutral as his lips curved. āAnd try not to wait until itās an emergency next time.ā
You could get him as wet as you wanted him, thought Hyunjin. And although a shower with you sounded like the epitome of all his wettest dreams (literally!), he really just wanted to take you out to dinner.
Hyunjin thinks heāll ask you the next time heās over to help you, his pretty doll.
THE BOOKSHELF was so desperately needed, it was almost incredulous that you hadnāt bought a new one already.
Ā The old one leaned in the corner of your bedroom like a tired old man, its frame straining under the weight of years of collecting, every shelf sagging, buckling under the burden of your affection for the written word. Books were piled not only vertically, but in sideways towers that grew dangerously tall, forming stacks on your bedside table and even finding refuge on the floor. There were just too many, some that had been well-cherished, others you hadn't even gotten a chance to indulge in yet.Ā
Ā You had laughed the first time you found yourself stepping over novels on the way to bed, but last weekend, when one had tipped over and startled you awake with a sharp thud against the hardwood, you had sworn it was finally time.
Ā The new bookshelf arrived that morning in a flat pack box, heavy with wooden panels and plastic-wrapped screws and a thick manual with all the information you needed to get it set up. You could have assembled it yourself, but the thought of untangling the fat manual with its poorly written instructions, tiny print and all, made you groan.Ā
Ā And, truthfully, when you had Hyunjināa neighbor who had become both your rescuer and tormentor, a man whose hands could fix just about anythingāwhy would you deny yourself the pleasure of watching him work?
Ā He knocked at your door just after six, right on the heels of his workday. You opened it to find him in a pressed white shirt, the sleeves pushed up hastily to his elbows, his tie tugged loose as if he had only just pulled it free on the walk over. The slacks he wore hung perfectly, his hair a little mussed from his hand raking through it, strands falling his forehead before he brushed them away absentmindedly.Ā
Ā There was something wildly attractive about the juxtaposition of him in work attire holding a toolbox, his frame filling your doorway and lips surrendering as the home to a lazy smirk.
Ā āYou didnāt even change?ā you questioned, stepping back to let him in, though the words came out lighter than you intended, possibly thanks to the sudden upbringing of your pulse.
Ā āYou sounded desperate,ā he replied, his mouth curving into a knowing grin that made you want to roll your eyes and melt all at once. āBesides, you think I canāt build a bookshelf in slacks?ā
Ā āI think you shouldnāt risk ruining them.ā
Ā āIf I thought Iād ruin them, I would have come in those raggedy jeans you love so much,ā he said with a wink, walking over to your bedroom and setting the toolbox down with a thud against the wall. āTonight, though, you get the deluxe service. Tie and everything.ā
Ā You exhaled slowly, half-annoyed by his cockiness and half enlivened by the way the undone buttons of his shirt revealed just enough skin to tempt the imagination. He was unfair in that way, managing to look immaculate while doing something as unglamorous as kneeling on your bedroom floor, sorting wooden panels into organized piles.
Ā The two of you began unpacking the box together. You crouched beside him, pulling out pieces of hardware, the brush of your hand against his every time you handed him a screw or a dowel bolt sending little ripples through your chest. Hyunjin worked calmly, his long fingers moving with practice, his veins flexing subtly under his skin whenever he twisted the screwdriver. He concentrated in bursts, brows pinching together whenever his tools called for focus, then broke the silence with a comment that made you laugh.
Ā āYou know,ā he said, aligning two boards and tightening a joint, his words laid-back and devoid of any uncertainty in his efforts, āyou could have done this yourself if you wanted to. Itās practically foolproof.ā
Ā You gave him a pointed look, steadying a side panel heād asked you to hold. āI could have. But then Iād miss out on your charming company.ā
Ā His head tipped to the side, a slow grin spreading across his face, and although he didnāt directly look at you, you caught the glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. āSo you admit itāyou just like having me around.ā
Ā āI admit nothing,ā you countered, ignoring how your heartbeat said otherwise, racing at the proximity of him. He had leaned close to reach for a screw, his chest brushing your shoulder, the fabric of his shirt warm against your skin, his scent wrapping itself around you, still woody, but mixing with his natural musk. He lingered, not inappropriately, but long enough for the moment to feel longer than necessaryānot that you were complainingāand your hands wavered on the board you were supposed to be holding still.
Ā Hyunjin smirked, speaking low but teasingly, āCareful. If this collapses on us, Iām blaming your distraction.ā
Ā You huffed, shifting your grip along the panel.
Ā The two of you had established a good workflowāhim tightening, you holding, passing tools back and forth. Once, you fumbled a screw, and he caught it mid-air, flashing you a grin that made you scoff. Another time, he reached around you to adjust a joint, his arm caging you in without warning, body brushing behind yours and radiating a palpable heat you felt all over your back and arms. His breath ghosted over your temple when he spoke. āThatās itāhold it still. Youāre good at this.ā
Ā āIām literally just standing here,ā you muttered, but your voice was thin, affected by how his closeness coiled inside you.
Ā āThatās all it takes sometimes,ā he said, and whether he meant building or something else entirely, you didnāt dare ask.
Ā By the time the final screw slid into place, the bookshelf stood tall and flawless, a sturdy replacement for the leaning disaster it succeeded. You stood with your hands on your hips, surveying it proudly, Hyunjinās presence at your side stealing more of your attention than the new piece of furniture did.
Ā āPerfect,ā you said, exhaling with satisfaction.
Ā āNo shit,ā he chortled, brushing his palms off on his slacks. āIt was built by a professional.ā
Ā āYou are not a professional.ā
Ā āNot by trade,ā he agreed, turning toward you with his deviled smile.
Ā You rolled your eyes, trying to swat away the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. āYouāve earned a drink.ā
Ā āI wonāt argue.ā
Ā You led him to the kitchen, where he leaned casually against the counter, peeking at the crevice of the sink heād fixed just days ago. His tie hung loosely, the unbuttoned collar framing his throat, and you found your eyes drifting there before you forced them away. He touched the faucet lightly, testing it. āStill running smooth? No disasters to report?ā
Ā āNone.ā You pulled open the fridge, sighing at the empty shelf where your favourite bottle of wine usually waited. āAlthough I did run out of wine.ā
Ā He gasped, his voice theatrical. āA tragedy. How do you survive without it?ā
Ā āBarely,ā you admitted, holding up a bottle of peach juice instead. āThis is all Iāve got. Iāve been too tired from work to stop at the store.ā
Ā His gaze washed over you as you poured, something soft creeping into his expression beneath the usual teasing glint. He didnāt make any comical remarks about your back-up choice of drink, but rather watched you fill both the glasses in silence.
Ā āYouāve been working too hard.ā
Ā You shrugged, handing him a glass. āItās nothing. Everyoneās tired.ā
Ā āYouāre not everyone.ā His words were quiet, but they landed firmly. For a moment, he didnāt look away, didnāt cloak the care in witty remarks or smirks. Then, as if sensing the air had grown too heavy, he tipped his glass toward you, his lips quirking again. āThatās why I come running, even when all you need me to do is change a lightbulb.ā You blush at this and giggle, reminiscing upon the memory. āWhatās next? The batteries in your remote?ā
Ā You laughed. āDonāt jinx it.ā
Ā āDonāt worry,ā he mused, setting his empty glass down in the sink he fixed just days ago. āIf it does, youāll call me. Iāll come, just for you.ā
Hyunjin did want to come for you.Ā
Or, cum, more specifically. Perhaps he would, after he finally grew the balls to ask you out to dinner, since there were clearly none between his legs given his lack of proactivity.
YOU were surprised to find Hyunjin outside your apartment door in his tattered handyman jeans, holding his trusty red toolbox in his right hand, a brown bag scrunched around the neck of a bottle in his left. His hair was disheveled, strands spiking out in random, and he wore a black t-shirt that stretched over his shoulders and chest. You hadnāt called him, yet there he was, leaning againstā
Ā āThe doorframe?ā
Ā He nodded, shifting the weight of the toolbox against his thigh, his eyes running down the line of your satin dress with such intent focus, you felt your breath lodge in your throat. āYeah, I noticed it when I came over to put up your bookshelf,ā he began casually. His gaze dragged up again, loitering across the neckline of your dress, āI didnāt know youād be going out, though.ā
Ā The words carried a neutrality, but you knew him well enough to hear the subtle edge thumbing beneath them. The thought of you dressed up for someone else unsettled him.
Ā āItās nothing,ā you said quickly, brushing your hands over the fabric, smoothing it out along your hips. āJust a work dinner. A little celebration with my team.ā
Ā Hyunjinās shoulders drew down very subtly, his fingers flexing around the handle of his toolbox. āA work dinner,ā he repeated, solidifying it in his mind. He gave a few slow nods before his chin tipped toward the brown bag in his other hand, a playful spark resurfacing in his eyes.
Ā āWhatās in there?ā you asked, nodding at it.
Ā āYour favourite,ā he replied simply, lifting the bag just enough for the neck of the bottle to peek out. āI picked it up on my way home from work yesterday. I figured youād eventually run out of excuses not to let me drink it with you, peach juice could only redeem me so much.ā He smirked crookedly, his mischievous glimmering eyes crinkling into a squint.
Ā The thought of him walking past the shop, remembering the name of the exact wine youād offhandedly mentioned, and buying it without knowing when heād even give it to you, sent your stomach tumbling. āYou remembered?ā
Ā His smirk softened. āOf course I did.ā
Ā The corners of your mouth tugged upward, a warmth blossoming in your chest that you thought best to ignore. āYou really didnāt have to.ā
Ā āMaybe not,ā he said with a shrug, ābut I wanted to.ā
Ā The honesty in his tone was disarming, and before you could let it mess with your mind, you stepped aside, gesturing him in. āCome on. Youāre already here.ā
Ā He hesitated just enough to look at your dress again, his mouth pressing into a line that tried to be light but did nil to hide his interest. āI donāt want you to be late, though. If this takes too longāā
Ā āIt wonāt,ā you interrupted, a lilt in your voice. āBesides, Iād rather spend my time with you than my crew at work.ā
Ā His eyebrows rose, lips parting as if to confirm whether you meant it, but a determined glint overcame the look in his eyes, as though heād taken your words as a challenge. āIn that case,ā he said, stepping inside with exaggerated seriousness, āthis doorframe is about to receive the most meticulous repair of my career.ā
Ā You laughed, shaking your head as you returned to the vanity in your bedroom, sliding into the seat youād abandoned in your rush to answer the door.Ā
Ā The mirror reflected the sight of Hyunjin setting the bottle on your kitchen counter, returning to place his toolbox on your bedroom floor, and stretching his arms up to push at the panel lifting off the jamb of your doorframe, doing his own mister fix it investigation. He leans down into his open toolbox, hands getting busy pulling out screws and the drill.
Ā The panel itself wasnāt muchāit was just a strip of wood peeling away from where it had once been flushābut Hyunjin treated it as though it were the most intricate repair heād ever been asked to do. Every whir of his drill was unhurried, every lift of a screw rid of haste. He had decided keeping himself perched in your door was preferable to letting you walk out of it.
Ā He drilled in the first screw, the sound sharp in the air, his arm flexing with each turn of the tool. You caught his reflection in the mirror, the way the veins colonized his forearm and swelled with the effort, the subtle stretch of his shirt over the top of his back when he pushed and drilled at the panel. He paused between each screw, peeking over at you as though to check your progress, though the look in his eyes mused over you longer than necessary.
Ā What should have been a five-minute fix stretched languidly, his movements akin to a tortoise. He measured twice before driving in a screw, wiped his hands on his thighs even though they werenāt dirty, and spent a long time running his fingers along the wooden frame as if searching for invisible imperfections.
Ā You pressed a brush to your cheekbones, pretending not to notice, but your heart had long deceived you, thudding rampantly against the confines of your ribs. His shirt had ridden up slightly when he had to stretch further up to reach the end of the panelāhis height could only do so much for him. The lack of fabric revealed the sharp cut of his waist, the shadow of his v-line dipping into the waistband of his boxers. You bit down gently on your lip, sliding gloss across it and pretending your sudden distraction was entirely the fault of your reflection.
Ā Hyunjin shifted again, kneeling lower, one hand braced against the frame while the other steadied the drill. His head tipped just enough for his hair to fall into his eyes, and he blew it away with a quick puff of air, his lips parting, the softest bite against the bottom one when the screw met more resistance than heād expected.
Ā āYouāre awfully quiet over there,ā he said suddenly, in a low voice that travelled easily in the few feet separating you.
Ā āIām trying not to distract you,ā you consoled, your cheeks warming as you spoke.
Ā He glanced up at you through your vanity mirror from his crouch, the corner of his lips quirking, his gaze so direct it sent an icy bullet up your spine. āToo late for that.ā
Ā You exhaled slowly, feigning nonchalance as you twirled an absentminded finger through the ends of your hair. Still, you couldnāt help sneaking glances, at the flex of his biceps when he leaned into the drill, at the way his jeans sagged just enough for the band of his boxers to peek through, at the lines of muscle carved into him even in the simplest of motions.
Ā The panel should have been fixed in five minutes flat.
Ā So why was it that twenty had passed, and he was still crouched there, examining his work, adjusting, pausing to wipe his palm against his denim-clad thigh, taking every opportunity to look up at you in the mirror?
Ā With one last turn of the drill, he leaned back on his heels, wiping a speck of dust from his forearm with the back of his hand.Ā
Ā āThere,ā he said, his voice casual, though the smug curve at the corners of his lips told you he was proud of his unnecessary patience. āDoor closes smooth as butter now.ā
Ā You twisted in your seat, eyeing him where he knelt on the floor, sweat beading faintly along his temple. āYou made that take three times longer than it should have.ā
Ā He shrugged, setting the drill back in the toolbox, the muscles in his arm flexing with the movement. āMaybe I just like fixing things for you.ā
Ā The words landed heavy in your chest and echoed in your head longer than they should have, and you found your throat tightening because you werenāt sure how to respond.Ā
Ā With Hyunjin on your bedroom floor, his back pressed against the wall just beside the mended doorframe, the sight of him danced in your vision longer than it should have. The shadows of evening and dim light threw half of his face in a mellow shade. The sheen of sweat gathered along his temples caught the last strands of light, giving him a glow one only ever noticed when they were already looking too closely.Ā
Ā He sat with his legs stretched, denim tugged taut along his thighs, and even though heād finished fixing what he came to mend, his body still held the languid tautness of a man in the midst of work, chest rising with each deep breath, fingers twitching as if reluctant to stash his tools away.
Ā You hesitated only a moment before speaking. āWe should open the wine,ā you kept your voice casual through your shallow breaths, smiling through a raging heart, āit would be a waste if I drank it alone, and after all your effort today, you deserve it more than anyone.ā
Ā His mouth quirked, the curl of amusement playing at the commissures of his lips, but his eyes softened when they met yours. āYou sure about that?ā His voice was smooth, teasing. He knew you would never say no, but he wanted to hear you insist anyway.
Ā āIām sure,ā you replied, pushing yourself to your feet, walking across your room, stepping over his long limbs stretched out in front of the door, and moving toward the kitchen, acutely aware of his gaze trailing behind you. It was almost too much, the weight of it pressing against your back as you retrieved the bottle, found two glasses, and returned to the room where he remained on the floor, waiting quietly with patience and two twinkling eyes.
Ā You sank down beside him, close enough that your bare knees brushed against the denim stretched over his thighs. The cork slid free with a soft pop, the sound strangely intimate in the otherwise quiet room, and you poured the wine carefully into each glass, the liquid catching a blush of red as it swirled. When you offered his glass forward, his fingers grazed yours in the exchange, resting in their lingering, and the simple touch made your stomach clench far tighter than it had any right to.
Ā He lifted his glass, eyes never leaving yours. āCheers, doll,ā he said, the nickname slipping off his tongue with ease, the way it always had, and when the glasses clinked, the sound seemed more stark than it should have, echoing in the space between you.
Ā The first sip was warm, rich, and melted along your tongue. He leaned his head back against the wall, glancing at you sidelong with a smug, careless expression doing little to hide the intent in his pupils. āYouāre not going to be late to that dinner of yours?ā
Ā You shook your head, swirling the wine in your glass, watching the surface slant before peeking at him again. āI wasnāt really looking forward to going. Honestly, Iād much rather stay here.ā
Ā Something flickered in his expression, a spark he smothered quickly under a chuckle. āWhat were you celebrating, anyway? Mustāve been something big if it meant dragging you out of the apartment in a dress thatāā his eyes dropped briefly, unapologetically, before rising to meet yours again, āālooks like it was tailored onto you.ā
Ā You smiled, suppressing a scoff. āIt was just a deal we signed with another company. Nothing I was strictly required to attend.ā
Ā āSo you gāna tell them you were sick?ā His lips curled around the words.
Ā āI could,ā you admitted, tilting your head, āand I probably will.ā
Ā The sound of his laugh rumbled in his chest. He turned his glass in his hands before taking another sip, then leaned his head back again, exhaling through his nose. āShame for them, though,ā he murmured, grinning, āthey wonāt get to see my doll all dolled up.ā
Ā Your breath caught, but you narrowed your eyes and matched his tone easily. āThatās fine. At least you got to see me.ā
Ā His grin dampened on his lips but not in his eyes. He paused, a flash of surprise quickly hidden, his jaw clenching briefly before he looked away, taking his time with his next sip. āDangerous thing to say to me,ā he said. He spoke in a mellow tone, even through the grit of his loitering wit.
Ā You smirked into your glass. āYouāll live.ā
Ā His eyes snapped back to yours, and the air between you stilled almost imperceptibly. āYouāre trouble,ā he muttered, his gaze flicking down to your lips before returning to your eyes, āand you donāt even try to hide it.ā
Ā āYouāre still here, so it doesnāt seem like you mind,ā you countered, lifting an eyebrow.
Ā His grin returned lazily. āI donāt,ā he admitted, almost thoughtful, before his lips tugged further. āWhen itās you, I think I like trouble.ā
Ā The words sank into you faster than the wine. For a heartbeat, you forgot how to breathe, your pulse tripping unevenly, and it felt as if your body didnāt quite know what to do with the sudden weight of his admission, playful though it was. You shifted slightly where you sat, the hem of your dress brushing against your thighs, and you tried to focus on the swirl of red at the bottom of your glass rather than the man watching you so intently beside you.
Ā Perhaps it was the gentle buzz of alcohol, but you found yourself speaking before you could stop yourself.Ā
Ā āYou know,ā you said quietly, softer than your usual banter, āI really am grateful. For everything you do for me. You donāt have to, but you still always show up.ā
Ā He tilted his head, his lashes lowering as though he was trying to decide whether to make light of it, but you didnāt give him the chance. You placed your now-empty glass down on the floor on the other side of you, reached out, and let your fingers graze the ends of the hair at the nape of his neck.
Ā The touch was simple, almost innocent, but the effect was anything but. His breath caught in the most imperceptible of ways, throat bobbing as he swallowed, and though he tried to mask the sudden tension in his body, you felt it waver under your hand.
Ā āI feel like I should pay you somehow,ā you added, fingertips skimming from the ends of his hair to the warm skin just at the base of his neck.
Ā Hyunjin stilled, the glass halfway lifted to his lips before he finally tipped it back, draining the last sip as if it were needed armor. When he lowered it, his voice was firm. āI donāt want anything from you.ā
Ā āThat's not fairāā
Ā āNo.ā
Ā āButāā
Ā āNo.ā
Ā Your hand might have retreated if not for the way he leaned into it, surrendering himself into your touch as though heād been waiting for it all along. The strength of him, the sharpness of his jaw, the unruly softness of his hair between your fingersāit all came together with a kind of inevitability that made your chest ache in built-up anticipation. Encouraged, you threaded your fingers deeper into the strands, scratching your nails lightly at his scalp.
Ā He closed his eyes briefly, his mouth parting, and when he opened them again, his pupils were wide, swallowing the warm brown into a dark chocolate. He looked at you with awe, as if the mere weight of your hand in his hair was liberating him, his lips tugging faintly between his usual grin and something far more vulnerable.
Ā The silence sprawled on, until his voice broke it with a confession so plain, so unguarded, it sent a shock straight through you.Ā
Ā āHavenāt you ever considered that maybe I just want you?ā
Ā Your fingers froze mid-scratch. The words landed with the force of a blow, leaving your face blank as you scrambled to compose your inner self, to not let him see the way your chest had tightened or the way your breath had retreated from its post.
Ā Hyunjin opened his mouth to add more, but you didnāt give him the chance.
Ā For a fleeting second, he thought you might laugh, or scoff, or even slap him, the flash of your eyes unreadable, but when you leaned in, his breath left no room for comprehension as your lips molded upon his.
Ā He carefully placed his emptied glass down beside himāhe almost wouldāve let it slip from his fingers from how off-guard you had caught him with your lips, but he wasnāt going to ruin your pretty drinkware. His hands immediately sought you, almost desperately, one sliding beneath the soft fabric of your dress to cup your thigh, the other reaching for your waist to drag youĀ closer to him.
Ā His biceps bulged when he shifted you over his lap, your dress slipping against the denim stretched over his thighs as you settled onto him in a straddle. He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating against your lips.
Ā You hummed in response, your lips moving hungrily against his, and he matched you without hesitation, kissing you with eyebrows pinched painfully together. One calloused palm rubbed up your side to your back, rough fingers leaving trails of fire as he found the back of your neck, threading through your hair, urging you closer until there was no space left to close.
Ā This should feel absurd, kissing your neighbour, your own personal handyman, but it was exhilarating. You had no idea just how bad you had wanted himāhow bad your body longed for himāuntil your lips slotted against each other and hands gripped each other, whatever they could touch and hold.
Ā You were soft, warm, intoxicating, and he wanted all of you, every inch and sound and breath. He pulled you flush against him, his other hand tightening at your waist until your chest pressed against his andāfuck, youāre not wearing a bra?
Ā You shivered and broke the kiss to moan against his lips. He was hard beneath you, there was no mistaking it, the rough denim straining as he pulled you down onto him, greedy for the heat radiating through the thin barrier of your dress. The pressure made you arch and bite back a cry, his groan rumbling into your mouth as if the very sound was welded to your pulse.
Ā His hands dragged you closer, sliding up from your waist until his palms cupped your breasts, squeezing them with a hunger that made your blood beat harder. The fabric of your dress was ruffled now, bunched beneath his fingers, and the lack of a braāa reckless decision you had barely thought aboutāwas driving him mad. His thumb pressed over your nipple through the cloth, and the sharp friction made your lips part with a gasp he swallowed, his tongue catching yours in a kiss both messy and deliberate.
Ā He pulled back suddenly, lips glistening and breathing deeper. āDo you have any idea,ā he murmured against your cheek, āwhat youāve been doing to me all this time?ā
Ā The words made you shiver again, though he didnāt wait for your answer. His mouth found your neck, wet and hot, kissing, sucking, biting in quick succession as if he couldnāt decide which sensation he wanted you to suffer through more. Your head tipped back, helpless, giving him room, and the moan that spilled out was involuntary, humiliating in its rawness.
Ā Your fingers threaded into his hair without thought, tugging lightly, guiding him, but he hardly needed encouragement. He licked a slow path down your throat to the swell of your breasts, pausing only to drag his teeth along your collarbone in a mark you already knew would bloom later. You felt his smirk against your skin as if he was entirely aware of the claim he was leaving behind.
Ā Your dress slipped lower with each kiss until his mouth pressed over your breast, heat seeping through the thin fabric, his tongue circling your nipple until it peaked against the damp spot his lips left behind. You whimpered, tightening your hold on his hair as he drew you deeper into his mouth, sucking hard enough that your back arched further into him.
Ā Your body had utterly surrendered to his touch. You were putty in his arms, his big, bulging arms that caged you to his front so perfectly. His big arms that had you wondering whether heād lift and toss you on the bed, manhandling you into whatever position his dick was yearning for.
Ā Hyunjin groaned in frustration because it wasnāt enough. The friction was mocking him rather than giving him what he wanted. He writhed in discontent beneath you, jerking up his hips, and the pressure of his cock through his jeans against your core made you cry out, rolling your hips down in response.
Ā āFuck,ā he groaned, the sound ripped from his chest. His eyes peered up at you from where his mouth was still latched to your breast, pupils blown wide, gleaming with unrestraint. His grip on you tightened, fingers dipping into your spine as though daring you to move again.
Ā You did. You slowly rocked your hips, dragging your core from the base of his denim-covered cock to the tip, feeling how hard he was even through layers of fabric. His entire body shuddered, his groan breaking into something darker, almost pained, and you knew you had undone him.
Ā āDo you have any idea how long youāve had me bricked up?ā he muttered, smirking at his own confession and pulling away from your chest only long enough to speak before biting lightly over the other breast, sucking your nipple through the dress until you swore your body would combust.
Ā Your head spun, blood beating rampantly in your veins, and still he wasnāt satisfied. He pulled away entirely, panting, hair messy from your fists in it, and peeked at the floor beneath you with contempt. āNot here,ā he murmured hoarsely, āIā shit, canāt have you how I want here.ā
Ā Before you could process, his arms were wrapping around you, strong and determined, lifting you up with him. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, your breath hitching at the sheer effortlessness of it, at the sensation of his cock pressing directly against your core in the new position. He grinned at your reaction, lips brushing yours in a kiss too brief and taunting.
Ā He dropped you onto the mattress with a carelessness that was not cruel but desperate, his body already covering yours before you had time to adjust. His mouth returned to yours in a kiss that tasted of urgency and hunger, his hands sliding up your thighs, over your hips, until they cupped your breasts again, as though he couldnāt bear to let go of them for even a moment.
Ā Your dress was pulled higher, your thighs bare to the cool air of the room, and his hips pressed down, denim rough against your soaked core. He rolled into you once, then over and over, his teeth sucking at your bottom lip as he groaned into your mouth and cursed softly against your neck, every sound from him making you ache from exactly where he needed you.
Ā His restraint was fraying, you could feel it in the tremor of his hands and desperate way he pressed his hips harder against you. Yet, even now, he took his time, his tongue circling, teasing, claiming, leaving you on the verge of begging. And still, all you could do was hold him closer, your fists tangled in his hair, eyelashes fluttering, body arching into every touch, every kiss, every grind of his hips that promised more than either of you could stand to wait for.
Ā āHyunjināā
Ā āYeah?ā he answered back, breathing heavily and pressing his forehead to yours.
Ā You whined, tugging at his t-shirt.
Ā Hyunjin let out a ragged breath, his chest heaving. āAh, shit.ā He reeled back from you, his hair mussed, lips kiss-bruised, eyes dark and wild, and tried to ignore the way his cock jerked at the sight of you sprawled on the bed, your dress sliding dangerously low over your shoulders.
Ā His fingers gripped the back collar of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one smooth pull that left his torso bare, lean muscle stretching and flexing in a way that made your thighs squeeze together without you meaning to. Your legs felt weak just looking at him, your stomach flipping with every inch of golden skin he revealed. His jeans hung low, riding down his hips, boxers peeking just enough to tease before he shoved both down in one go.
Ā His cock sprang free, flushed and hard and glistening along the tip, thick veins straining, the sheer sight of it enough to send heat pooling at your core. Hyunjin caught your eyes flickering down, and his tongue darted across his lipsāhe knew exactly what the sight did to you.
Ā āFuck,ā he muttered, more to himself than you, his voice husky from having been slotting his tongue against yours not too long ago, before he leaned forward again and hooked his fingers under the straps of your dress, sliding it down your body.
Ā He tried not to show how his cock twitched at the sight of your breasts bared, but the sharp exhale that escaped him had braced all the hot pressure that was building at the pit of his stomach. He didnāt dawdle, tugging the dress away until you lay there in nothing but your panties, blushed and messy-haired, your pouty lips parted to let the quick string of breaths out from the confines beneath your heaving breasts.
Ā Hyunjin froze for a moment, swallowing hard, eyes roving over you and trying to control the way the sight was making him almost feral. His chest rose and fell like he was composing himself, but it was already useless; he was wrecked beyond repair.
Ā āYou donāt even know,ā he whispered, leaning down again, brushing his lips across yours in a kiss that was soft despite the frantic hunger of moments before. His hand slid across your stomach, fingers toying with the waistband of your panties, tracing the elastic. āTell me what you want.ā
Ā You writhed, clutching at his broad shoulders. āAnything, Hyunjinā just anything. Iām so wet for you, I canātāā
Ā His forehead dropped to your shoulder, and he let out a broken, desperate groan, the sound so raw it nearly had you cumming right then and there.Ā
Ā āFuck, donāt say that,ā He whispered, his hand slid down further, the pads of his fingers pressing against the soaked cotton of your panties. He felt the damp heat immediately and nearly lost it.Ā
Ā But he had lost it.Ā
Ā He had. He was so far gone, so taken by you, he was convinced the night would never end and heād have you like this until time fizzled into oblivion.
Ā His voice cracked when he spoke again. āShit, youāreā soaked.ā He breathed slowly for a few beats. āYou know how many times Iāve thought about you like this? And nowā¦ā His sentence dissolved into another curse, whispered into your skin.
Ā You whimpered against his temple, the ends of his hair tickling your cheek, squirming your hips against his palm. āTake it off, Hyune.ā
Ā He wastes no time hooking his fingers into the waistband of your soaked panties, tugging slowly, dragging them down your legs until it was discarded ball of fabric with a wet splotch, leaving you utterly naked before him.Ā
Ā The sight confiscated the air from his lungs. His cock throbbed so fucking hard at the vision of your slick pooling between your thighs, proof of just how badly you wanted him too, and his jaw clenched as though the sheer need pained him.
Ā āFuck, baby,ā he groaned, rubbing his lips along your knee, your inner thigh. God, heād thought of you like this so many times. Heād thought of you, his pretty neighbour, his doll in distress, sprawled atop the sheets of a bed, legs spread for no one but him, your core slick-sheened and dampening the sheets for no one but him.Ā
Ā When he sank between your legs and pulled your thighs over his shoulders, the scent of your arousal hit him so hard, he nearly whimpered and salivated like a Pavlovian dog, dragging in a breath through his nose as if your heady scent was the only oxygen heād need for the rest of his damned life.
Ā āNeedāa taste you,ā he mumbled, lips fluttering over your folds and making you squirm at the lack of contact.Ā
Ā āJinnie,ā you whimpered.
Ā And whimpered once again, after you felt the chaste kiss he gifted your clit.
Ā āTaste so google, doll,ā he panted between licks, his voice shaking. āDo you know how many nights Iāve fucked my fist thinking about sucking on this pretty cunt? About making you feel good, hearing you moan for me?ā His words spilled hotly, desperateāthe wit had left him. āIād do anything for this, anything for you. Just let me make you come on my tongue.ā
Ā Hyunjinās mouth moved with a hunger that was nothing short of feral, his lips sealing against you in a messy kiss that had your thighs trembling against his shoulders. He licked at your folds, sliding his tongue between them, tasting you with greed, tongue dipping and circling before laving flat against your nub, doing everything to draw little gasps from your lips because they kept pushing him further.
Ā The only sounds filling your room were your whines and whimpers, Hyunjinās groans muffled in your heat, and the wet, slick squelches of his tongue burning itself in you, his lips sealing over your bud and sucking, the kisses and licks he gave your clit.
Ā āGod, youāre unreal,ā he muttered, dragging his tongue over you again before sucking hard at your clit, his cheeks hollowing with the effort.
Ā Your fingers threaded into his hair, gripping onto his messy strands when his tongue pressed firmer. The sound that tore from his chest was a groan-turned-whine, his hips rutting into the bed as if even the friction of his cock against the duvet wasnāt enough. He ground himself down again and again, his cock leaking against the fabric.
Ā One long finger flit against your entrance, sliding in easily through the slick mess he had already made of you. You clenched helplessly around him, and he moaned so loudly it almost startled you, pulling away from your clit to mutter against your skin. āTightā fuck, youāre so tight around my finger, I mightā aah, I might cum before I even get inside you.āĀ
Ā He kissed your thigh, nipped at it, then sucked at your clit again, his finger curling deep inside until you were gasping.
Ā āHyunjināā
Ā āYeah, baby, Iāve got you,ā he said quickly, voice rough, before sucking harder, the obscene sounds of his mouth slurping at you filling the room. His hips rutted down against the sheets in frantic rhythm with his tongue, his need consuming him whole.Ā
Ā He slid in another finger, stretching you, filling you, working them both in time with his mouth until you were writhing, grinding up into his face and messing his hair with your fists.
Ā āN-nnghāHyune, need you.ā
Ā āYeah? Need me?ā He smirked against you. āYou need me?ā
Ā When he looked up at you, he thought he might cum from the sight alone.
Ā Youāre panting, breasts heaving with each breath that escapes you. Your lips are glazed over and still puffy from your makeout. Your eyebrows are knotted together, cheeks flushed, temples sheening with sweat, and your eyesāgosh, your angel eyes are so, so fucked-out.
Ā āWhat do you need, baby?ā he taunted, finger pushing at the gummy end of your hole, making you roll your hips and give him a desperate look.
Ā āNeed you inside,ā you whined.
Ā Hyunjinās smirk widened, his fingers still relentless inside your walls. āHmm, I think youāll need to be a little more specific, doll.ā
Ā You whimpered a bratty hmph, scrunching your eyebrows together and rolling your head back before you peered down at him again.
Ā He gazed at you, amused, fingers pumping. His thumb came up to rub at your clit just to tease you a little more. When you didn't say anything, he raised his eyebrows, and you mewled in defeat.
Ā āIā fuck, Hyunjin, put your dick in me. Fuck me, please.ā
Ā Hyunjin ripped his fingers from your core, grabbed your hips, and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling at your hips until they lifted over the edge of your bed and your toes pressed into the floor.
Ā His thumbs slid up the insides of your thighs and pulled at the glistening lips surrounding your cunt.
Ā āFuck, youāre a mess,ā he marveled, voice shaking, catching some of your slick on his thumb and dragging it over the swollen tip of his cock. He smeared it over himself with a hiss through his teeth, gaping at the way it shined along his length. āSo pretty like this, bent over for me, soaked for me.ā
Ā He hoisted your hips further up when you arched back into him with a moan. You rolled your hips in his hands and peeked back at him over your shoulder.
Ā āFuck me hard, Jinnie.ā
Ā He snapped his eyes to yours, his chest heaving, his tongue darting out to wet his slick-coated lips, trying his best not to cum at the sound of those words in your voice.
Ā āSay it again.ā
Ā āFuck me, Hyunjin.ā
Ā āAgain.ā
Ā āFuck me, please. Fuck me so hard, Jinnie, Iāllāā
Ā Hyunjin slammed into you, cutting your words short. Your mouth hung open in a broken moan, and your cheek fell against the sheets of your bed. It mattered not whether your makeup smudged along the comforter. In fact, nothing mattered, apart from the hard, veiny drag of Hyunjinās cock along your tight, hot walls.
Ā āMmm, shit,ā he choked out. āFucking tightā God.ā
Ā It took everything in Hyunjin to pull out, watching his cock glisten with your wetness, before rutting back into you harder, rubbing at your hip with one hand while sliding the other down your back to grip your waist.
Ā He thrusted in and out of you, his cock squelching along your wet walls. Little gasps and whimpers slipped from your lips and buried into the sheets, his groans filling the room with each drag of his cock.
Ā The hand on your waist slid up your back, his fingers running through your hair before he leaned down, chest flush to your spine, and kissed along your neck, wet open-mouthed kisses smearing heat into your skin. The grip on your waist never dimmed in strength, pulling you back into each thrust, rutting harder, deeper, until you were squirming beneath him
Ā āHow long have you wanted this?ā He mumbled into your neck, thrusting deep into you and clasping his fingers along the base of your skull. āIs this why you kept calling me over, hm? Wanted to see what I looked like all hot and sweaty for you, yeah?ā
Ā You whined and jerked your hips back into him, nodding pathetically with the will of half your mindāthe other half had long been sucked out of you.
Ā He rubbed the nape of your neck with so much delicacy it was almost a contradiction, at odds with the way his cock kept battering into you with ruthless precision. The hand in your hair snaked along your back, around your torso, sliding up the front of your warm body to grab the base of your neck. He drilled into you again and again, his words dirty against your neck and seemingly never ending.
Ā āTaking me so well, baby, fuck. Youāre so good for me, my pretty doll.ā
Ā āFeel that? Feel how hard you made me? Itās all for you, just for you.ā
Ā āGāna fuck you full with my load. You want that? Want me to fuck a baby in you?ā
Ā āYes, Jinnieāmmph, please,ā you whimpered into the sheets at his last words, your reply so fast and frantic it had Hyunjinās eyes rolling back into his head, his jaw flexing as he groaned.
Ā āYeah?ā
Ā He needed to see you. He needed to see your face, your lips parted in an oh, eyes glazing over with a coat of tears that might spill at any given thrust. He wanted to see what he was doing for you, wanted so desperatelyāyearnedāto watch you beautiful you looking breaking apart under him.
Ā He reeled back from you, slid his hand down your back, and gripped your hips with both hands before pulling out of your cunt with a wet drag and flipping you onto your back again, your body pliant beneath his grip.
Ā He wasted no time filling you full with his cock again, watching your face at the exact moment the head slipped back in, almost shaking at seeing how good it made you feel. Your legs wrapped him closer to you when he leaned down and smashed his lips to yours. He tasted of your arousal and nothing but.
Ā He flattened his hand against your back, curving you into his chest, groaning when your breasts pressed into him, the feeling of your hardened nipples rubbing along his chest making him rut harder. Then, he grabbed onto your hip so he could really start pounding into you.
Ā The squelch of your walls around his pumping cock filled the room, and your little sounds serenaded the fibres in his ears. His hot, open mouth rested against the base of your neck, his wreaked moans sinking into your warm skin. Your hands were in his already unkempt hair, nails digging into his neck and scraping over his upper back.Ā
Ā He snapped his hips, squeezed onto yours, and ground his dick deeper into you. His tip grazed your g-spot, and you clenched around him, trying to keep him in, trying to make him stay there and rut into your spot over and over until you were coming undone for him and only him. You squeezed your legs around him, attempting to bury him further into you.
Ā āBig.ā
Ā He looked at you, into your half-open eyes, the way your lips part after weakly moaning out the singular syllable.
Ā āYeah? Itās big?ā He panted, a curl in the corner of his lips, adoration submerging his eyes. You nodded at him, a knot deepening between your eyebrows. āYouāre taking it so good, though, baby. Taking me so fucking good.ā
Ā His fingers wreathed through your hair, the pad of his thumb is circling over your hip bone, and he mumbled incoherent praises against the supple skin of your neck.
Ā The hand on your hip smoothed over your lower stomach, his palm pressing into it when he pounded into your g-spot again. You whimpered at the friction of his tip against your sweet spot, gripping whatever part of him you could get your hands onāhis shoulders, his biceps, anything.Ā
Ā He slid his hand further down, his fingers pushing your swollen clit out from under its hood, and rubbed a languid circle down into your nub.
Ā That was all it took for you to feel the pressure rippling in the core of your being.
Ā āYouāre clenching down so hard on me, baby, shit,ā he groaned, pulling his head back to watch your face. āYouāre cumming? You gonna cream on my dick?ā
Ā āYesāyeah,ā you moaned, your eyebrows scrunching tight, staring into his dark, chasmic, heavy-lidded gaze.
Ā āCum, baby. Cum for me, and Iāll fill you up so good. Iāll fuck my seed so far into you, I promiseā shit.ā
Ā His words were all it took to have you clenching down onto his dick rhythmically, the pressure exploding in your core and ripping through you until you spasmed against his frame and dug your head back into the pillow.
Ā Hyunjin plastered his forehead along your bare neck when his own orgasm threw him over the edge just after yours, after feeling the way your walls tightly hugged along his length over and over again, abs tightening and spurting his seed deep into you, coating your walls white hot, adhering to the promise heād made just moments ago. He groaned the most beautiful, broken sound against your skin before his muscles relaxed and he hovered his face above yours, panting heavily against your lips.
Ā You could feel how hot his cum was inside you, how full you were with his seed and slowly softening dick still buried deep inside you, plugging you full with everything heād given you.
Ā Your breaths leveled out together, Hyunjin giving you the softest kisses as you both calmed down.
Ā Your hands drifted along his bulging biceps that caged you in, along the contours of his shoulders until you had a hand wrapping along his neck, the other pushing at the messied hair that spiked over his forehead.
Ā He gazed at you with the warmest of eyes before a boyish grin lit up his face. You couldnāt help but smile back up at him, still full with his cum and softened dick.
Ā āYou should come fix things spontaneously more often,ā your voice wisped against his cheeks, so soft and hoarse. He laughed, eyes twinkling, crinkling at the angel beneath him.
Ā āI should keep you from work dinners more often.ā
Ā In the comfortable silence that passed with the both of you smiling at each other, Hyunjin decided he was going to stay buried in you like this for the rest of his life. Then, you wouldnāt need him to fix anything ever again. He wouldn't need to show up with his bitchass toolbox and tattered jeans, hoping to see you smile at him, pleased at the work he did for his doll. Although, to his dismay, he knew he couldnāt stay buried in you forever, becauseā
Ā āCan I take you out to dinner sometime?"
Hyunjin finally grew a pair. He even felt them slap against the backs of your thighs.
Maybe all he needed was to work his doll in a different way.
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Okay, I'm just arguing myself on why I took so long to read thiiis! And guys, the yearning, the pinning, the stares and "the drilling, so much drilling" (Modern Family).
Genuinely, when you think the plot will develop into a full on smut, there is thick heavy tension, but it's so worthy when it happens!
100/10, again, why did I take so long to read this.
Thank you, autor-nim! May all of the gods bless your brain and plot writing!
Pairing: Poly!OT8SKZ x Fem!Reader
Universe: Omegaverse/soulmate AU
summary: After spending most of your life searching for your mates you discover that they all found eachother first
Series info
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven (coming soon!)
Genres : Fluff, angst, mild gore, possibly suggestive content later on
AU: fantasy
Characters : OT8 ateez & skz x oc 'Arla'
Overall TWs: mentions of abuse, violence, strong language
- so far Iād say this is a 15+ fic any specific tws will be at the start of the chapter they correspond to
Synopsis : The kingdom of Igoras is a barbaric land, filled with hatred and sorrow. unbeknownst to you, deep in the forest a hum of power and hope rises; when a mysterious man finds himself in the village stocks, you had no idea the events that would unfold when you come to his aid. Alliances are discovered, forged and dissolved; and Arla sets off on a quest with her new and growing companions to unite the landās fallen forces against Igoras.
playlist
chapter 1 - The boy in the stocks
Chapter 2 - Lady Luck
Chapter 3 - Into the woods
Chapter 4 - Passage to Reynyr
Chapter 5 - Flora and fauna
Chapter 6 - Branches of guilt
Chapter 7 - The alliance
Chapter 8 - The wolves
more to come...
- please point out any typos or grammar mistakes I miss, I wonāt take offence :)
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This list includes all of my Ateez works. The AO3 link is here. On that account, I write for BTS and Monsta X, as well as Ateez. If youād like to follow my Monsta X side account, click here. If youād like to follow my BTS side account, click here, my misc kpop blog where all other written works will be posted, click here
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Important Authorās Note: For my readerxmember fics, if anyone would like me to rewrite it as male readerxmember, or non binary readerxmember, please dm me, I have no problem making sure everytiny feels included and enjoys my work! Thank You!
For Your Entertainment- Mafia Boss!Hongjong x Fem Reader(M)
Being the partner of a crime boss is hard sometimes. With Hongjoong hard at work, you feel neglected, so youāve picked up the [astime of being particularly handsy with other close members of the mafia. Is it a bad idea? Probably.Does it catch the attention of Hongjoong? Definately.Are you in a teeny tiny bit of trouble? Absolutely.
What You Wished For (NB Ver)- Demon Yunho x NB Reader (M)(F)
You have no idea what you were getting yourself into when you filled out that questionnaire. Now the handsome man that showed up in your wet dreams is in front of you, smiling that all too familiar smile.
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āWe can spend this whole week fucking the night away. We can spend it in each otherās arms. Or you can tell me to bug off. To me, what matters is what you tell me to do and what desires you haveā
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Yeah, getting an actual demon boyfriend is not at all how you expected this week to go.
[2:16 AM/2:16PM]- Anniversary Boyfriend! Yunho x Gender Neutral Reader (F)
Amber Romance- Gentle Femdom Reader x Sub! YeosangĀ (M)(F)
Yeosang is worried about you missing his last Wonderland performance with the team, so you give him your sweater so he wonāt be sad while youāre away.Itās laced with the scent of you and Yeosang finds himself in a ratherā¦interesting predicament when he notices how he starts associating your scent with all of your moreā¦heated nights togetherĀ
[9:20 PM]- Boyfriend Yeosang! x Male Reader (M)(F)
Kinktober 2020 Day 4- Yeosang x Gentle Femdom Reader (M)
A Blooming Primrose- Yeosang x Chubby Cow Hybrid Fem Reader(M)(F)
[1:28 A.M]-Jacobās Ladder Piercing! Jongho x Ungendered ReaderĀ (M)
Long Day?-Soft Dom Jongho x FtM Reader (M)
OT8
All Eyes On Me (Completed):Ā (Poly OT8) (M)(F)(Light Angst)
Yeosang is a very shy man. Everyone knows this. But heās fed up of his shyness and insecurities being the reason heās left out of sexual activities from the others. He wants them to look at him like they look at each other
Chapter One| Chapter Two| Chapter Three| Chapter Four
All Eyes On Me Fever (In Progress): (Poly OT8) (M)(F)(Light Angst)
A year removed from the events of the first AEOM, the boys are back at it, learning more about themselves and their growing relationship.Also Wooyoung really wants to have two cocks inside of him like San and Yeosang. So thatās fun
PlaylistĀ ||AtT Character Analysis M.List||Ā Hongjoong Bestie Poll (Closed)
Hongjoong is the leader of a notorious pirate crew. A run-in with a demon leaves him with immortality and the ability to grant immortal life to those who form pacts with him. One day, a member of his crew angers a sea witch, and she decides to exact revenge on them by casting Hongjoong into a completely different part of the world and stealing his memories.Ā
The seven key members of his crew spend centuries looking for him, to no avail, and meet up in modern-day Seoul to try and strategize how they can find their leader. Discouraged, with some close to giving up, they happen upon a man with a familiar smile and voice speaking on the street one day about a Long Journey.Ā
Now the seven of them must get Hongjoong to remember who he is before he slips through their fingers once again.Ā
Night Shift(Ongoing): (Poly OT8) (M) (Chs1-2 Co-written with @kiimhongjoongā)
Ao3 Link
Chapters-
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Kim Hongjoong is the new CEO at KQ. He forms a team ofā¦ Somewhat reliable men to help with a project to improve the company.
Unfortunately, his workers seem to be focused on extracurricular activities.
Oneshots-
Secretary Kim~-Hongjoong Focused x Ot7(M)
6:15-Yeosang x San (M)
Ateez Monster Au- (Poly ot8, some mxr (various genders to be included)
SYNOPSIS
ā„ You ended up here to turn over a new leaf. He's trapped here because he can't get a divorce. Your life is already riddled with secrets. Can you keep one more?
Welcome to Sunderland, where all people do is live fake-ass lives.
ā Bang Chan x (afab) Reader
ā Neighbors AU: (Forbidden) Romance, Angst, Psychological
ā General warnings & themes explored ā (In)fidelity, crossroads of lust and love, dysfunctional marriage, heavy sexual frustration, extramarital affair, a lot of morally gray stuff, depictions of criminal behavior (scamming, fraudā¦), referenced past traumas, toxic jealousy, obsession, murderous intent, manipulative tendencies, (mutual) possessiveness, explicit sexual content, depictions of sexual deviance, strong language.
ā¢ Stories published on this blog are not exhaustively tagged for their entire content to prevent spoilers. See here and proceed at your own risk.
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