jay 🫀

you’re so fucked out you can’t even remember what day it is. mingyu had already made you cum on his tongue twice (once with the addition of his fingers) to get you to relax and stretch you out for him… but you were still so goddamn tight that both of you thought about giving up and calling it a day. if it weren’t for your pure stubbornness and mingyu’s insatiably horny streak you would’ve gone to bed an hour ago.

but all the frustration is worth it because you get to feel all of your boyfriend inside of you and he gets to fuck you like he means it.

“let me know when it’s okay to move,” he says.

you nod. “yeah, just give me a minute.”

mingyu gives you an apologetic look, thinly veiling his arrogance over his size. “i know, baby. take your time.”

you take a couple of deep breaths and try telling your body to relax but in doing so you accidentally clench around mingyu, making him hiss through his teeth and tighten his jaw. his self-restraint in this moment is admirable, especially considering how easy it was to make him lose control.

“sorry.”

“it’s okay,” he assures you. “you ready?”

“i think so.”

he’s still apprehensive, you can tell by the way he keeps blinking nervously. “just promise you’ll let me know if it hurts, alright?”

“i promise, gyu.”

“you can hold my hand if it’ll make you feel better.”

“would that make you feel better?” you counter with a smirk.

Aaauugghh. You know, life? 

You’ve been staring at this stupid blank Google Document for a good hour now and not a single coherent thought has crossed your mind. Click clack, click clack, literally how are you not annoyed at your own fingers yet? They’ve been typing and erasing and typing and erasing in a torturous cycle of not-finding-the-right-words. Whatever, this stupid essay isn’t due until next next week. You’re fine. Right?

Figuring you should probably stretch your limbs and get your blood circulating, you stand up and make your way to the living room where Jeonghan’s binge watching some steamy period dreamy. You plop down next to him, making yourself comfortable on the squishy couch.

“Is it any good?” you eye the colorful clothes and props and sets on your screen, quirking an eyebrow. “Not very period-accurate, huh.”

“This show is basically fanfiction, literally based on vibes and aesthetics and shit.” Jeonghan sneers, watching as the leading man falls into the lake and tries to salvage his clothes but to no avail and just resorts to taking off his jacket and cravat. The fictional well-built man’s white shirt turns sheer at being soaked in lakewater; it does absolutely nothing to hide his body and instead reveals everything and clings to his muscular body like the most sinful saran wrap. Jeonghan whistles, “But it’s so damn good.”

You hum in agreement, definitely thanking whoever in the costume department thought this was a good idea. Yet your appreciation of the fictional man on your screen is cut short by Jeonghan asking the question you’ve been avoiding for days now. 

“So where’s that contract you said he was gonna give you?” God, you want to scream, you really do. Turning to face him, instead of the concern you originally thought laced his words, Jeonghan’s face was that of an annoying little shit. The teasing grin, the bared teeth, and the glistening eyes. Yeah, he’s gonna fucking drill you about this. “It’s been, what? Five days now? And still no contract from your Prince Charming-slash-Sugar Daddy.”

“Can you not call him that, please?” You sigh, fidgeting in your seat before leaning back and letting the plush pillows you’ve accumulated over the years swallow you. “I’m literally still processing all of this and honestly? I’m kinda glad he hasn’t sent anything yet.”

“Are you?” Jeonghan presses on, leaning forward as if that would make you answer him any more truthfully.

You’re at a genuine loss for words. It’s not that you’ve been waiting by the phone, twirling your hair, and fantasizing about life with Kim Mingyu. It’s just that… he made it sound so final. Like he didn’t want you talking to anyone else or fielding offers or whatever people do in these arrangements. You don’t want to delude yourself into anything (because that is a very dangerous game and you’re not exactly the most skilled player); if he changed his mind, then fine, you’ll just find another part-time job. It’s not like you suddenly found yourself thinking of him as you laid on your bed one night, anticipating the next time you see him.

“You can call him, you know?” Jeonghan’s throwing you a bone at this point, knowing you’re prideful and that you hate to look desperate. “You technically have his number, because of the site.”

“You know what? I kinda don’t want to.” He deadpans at your tone, rolling his eyes before grabbing your phone from where you’ve left it. Which means Jeonghan was already dashing to your room before you could even react. “No, Jeonghan, please-”

“Aha!” He raises your phone to eye-level. It’s open and you should be mad at him for even knowing your password but the contents of the screen render you speechless. “This is exactly why you should have your phone on you at all times.”

You look like a fish out of water, opening and closing your mouth as you read the text messages on your screen. 

[Unknown Number]: Can we see eachother again?

[Unknown Number]: This is Gyu, by the way.

GYU? Your Mingyu?

You nearly choke on air, still processing that he actually contacted you. “Gimme that-” you swipe your phone from Jeonghan’s grubby gremlin hands and try to think of an appropriate reply. 

Jeonghan watches you in amusement as you punch out your response, hands shaking and your eyes glazed over. He can basically hear and see the gears in your head turning. 

You: Sure!

Wow, that took so much brain power. The little text below the message turns into ‘read’ from ‘delivered’ as soon as you send it, and you don’t know what to think of it. Then the three little bubbles are doing their little dance; you lock your phone and look at your roommate. Mingyu can’t know you’re eager for his response. He just can’t.

You and Jeonghan just stare at each other for what feels like an eternity until your phone dings again. Then you’re scrambling to open your phone, completely forgetting that it has a facial recognition feature.

[Unknown Number]: What’s your address?

Taken aback, it takes you a moment to respond.

You: uh, what for?

[Unknown Number]: We need to talk about the contract. I apologize for taking so long, but I’ve decided I want you here so we can talk about it.

Your heart nearly gives up on you. Jeonghan rushes beside you when he hears you let out a shuddering breath, fully expecting a nude picture of Mingyu on the screen. He only clicks his tongue at the sight of some boring messages and turns his attention back to the TV.

On the other side of the text bubbles, Mingyu’s panicking. Why the fuck did he write a goddamn text like an email? How are you supposed to feel comfortable with him now that he’s using his ‘office voice’ on you?

Seungkwan, his trusty secretary, looks at him with concern. It’s already worrying enough that his boss would take the rest of the day off (Yes, Kim Mingyu likes to rest and have his downtime more often than not with wine and cheese, but in the middle of a weekday? Preposterous.), even more so to see him so focused on a text message. He’s biting his nails, a nervous habit that Seungkwan thought his boss had already gotten rid of. Just how nerve-wracking could a text message be? Or perhaps it’s the recipient who’s making him nervous?

Just as he’s about to bring it up, the door to Mingyu’s office opens, revealing a tall, bespectacled man clad in a suit and an air of formal urgency. The man walks in quick strides, and Seungkwan breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of the familiar tall and wide-shouldered stature. “Oh, thank God, Wonwoo. I thought he was gonna keel over and die.”

The lawyer merely chuckles and sets down his briefcase on the dark mahogany table on which Mingyu planted his elbows so he could be dramatic, covering his face with his hands and groaning in agony.

“Remind me again just why you’re even doing this?” Wonwoo asks as he sorts through the stack of papers in his briefcase. “Because, and I’m saying this as a close and personal friend, you don’t need to. You’re easily one of the most eligible bachelors in South Korea; there’s no need for a contract like this.”

Seungkwan nods along, a pointed look in his eyes as if to say ‘that’s exactly what I said!’ but instead he straightens himself and asks Wonwoo if he’d like some coffee. Wonwoo nods, and the youngest among the three quickly exits the office to fetch the drink and to give the two men some privacy.

“Are you going to answer me or not?” The lawyer hummed, eyes darting over to his friend’s hunched figure after finding the piece of paper he was looking for. It’s a template, one he has had to brandish for more than a handful of people. But never for Mingyu, and it’s been causing him great concern ever since Mingyu told him of how nice your first meeting went. And it certainly must have been if Mingyu’s distress was anything to go by.

“I…” the young CEO swallows before raising his head from his hands to look at Wonwoo. “I don’t know either. I thought it’d be fun, just like last time, but this is different. Y/N… I like to think this is gonna be different. They’re nice, and cute, and didn’t immediately start listing all the gifts and prices they wanted. I don’t know, man. Seungkwan said ‘I'm down horrendous’, whatever that means.”

Wonwoo nods in understanding, mind going back to Mingyu’s disastrous first ‘date’ with a sugar baby orchestrated by one of his older friends (Mingyu says friends but really, these men are more like his dad’s from before the company was passed down to him). The woman was sweet at first, buttering the young man up, before she pulled up her phone and started reciting her demands rather loudly in the same restaurant you first met Mingyu. They hadn’t even ordered yet!

For someone who loves buying things and spending obscene amounts of money on people and loves bold, confident people, the woman’s behavior was a major turn off to Mingyu. She couldn’t have waited for the waiter to ask them what bottle of wine they’d like?

“Well, while I am glad you’ve decided to go out there again and actually found someone, I still don’t understand why you won’t just date.” Mingyu gapes at his friend, at a loss for answers himself. But Wonwoo’s already moving on, reading over the template before showing it to Mingyu. “This is a standard document for, ah, sugar parent- sugar baby NDAs, if you will. It has everything covered: the privacy, the discretion, all that besides your more intimate details like the amount you’ll be paying and just how far you two are going to get. Then there’s the expiration date, let’s say, of your relationship should it be a short term one.”

Wonwoo sees his friend dazed out, processing his words. What he doesn’t know is that Mingyu’s mind completely zeroed in on the words ‘expiration date’. They made him feel sick, for some reason. Wonwoo slips the document back into his briefcase. “Ah, I’ll just brief you both on this later. Are we going to your place? Is Y/N going to meet us there?”

“W-what? Oh, right.” Mingyu perks up at the sound of your name. He nods and stands up from his seat, cleaning up his space before picking up his phone to call up Seungkwan. “We’re taking that coffee to go, Boo, and please have the car brought around.”

Mingyu: I’m right outside

Jeonghan shrieks in delight as you relay the message to him, and he quickly runs up to the window. He grins at the sight of a sleek black car waiting for you; his excitement would make anyone think the car was here for him. But then he’s walking towards you with quick steps and outstretched arms. You try to get out of his way but his hands still find your shoulders and turn you around to the direction of the door. You’re handed your bag before being ushered out of the apartment.

“Your wallet and anything else you might need are already in that bag, there’s no time to change plus you already look good anyway. Good luck!” Jeonghan hands you a mask before slamming the door in your face. Then do you realize that you’re wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a cropped linen button up. You hope Mingyu’s the type to find gray sweatpants hot.

Rushing out of your apartment complex, you spot Mingyu leaning against his car, tapping away at his phone. Then, your own phone buzzes in your pocket. Instead of taking it out to look at the notification, you quickly walk to the man, slowing down when you’re only a few meters away from him.

“Hi.” you breathe out, trying to catch your breath. Mingyu thinks you look phenomenal as he returns a soft greeting of his own. He gestures for you to come closer, a warm and almost fond smile on his face. He opens your door for you, guiding you into the car before closing the door and making his way to the driver’s side. Once he’s seated, you call for his attention and smile apologetically at him. “Sorry for making you wait.”

Mingyu shakes his head, mouth opening to reassure you but a voice that definitely isn’t his answers you instead. “Oh, we don't mind.”

You nearly fucking scream, twisting in your seat to face the source of the voice. Mingyu quickly introduces you to the man, hands flying up to flail around as if that would help. “Wonwoo! Y/N, this is Wonwoo, my lawyer. I should’ve told you first, sorry.”

The lawyer nods at you in acknowledgment, a professional soothing yet distant smile on his lips, and you try to return it by nodding as well but you’re not sure how well that worked seeing as you’re still very much alarmed from the slight scare. Then you turn back to Mingyu, trying to even out your breathing. “I-it’s okay, makes sense to have a lawyer present during this, actually.” Wonwoo hums in agreement behind you.

Mingyu only smiles at you before asking, “Is it alright if we go to my place?”

You can basically hear Jeonghan screaming into your ear to say yes, so you do just that, cheeks heating up for a reason you're yet to realize.

God, it’s huge. It’s big in every sense of the word and you’re not sure if you could take it all in. Mingyu’s penthouse is impressive and tasteful if not for it looking like he hasn’t been living in it. 

Uneven footsteps echo throughout the house from behind you as the men shuffle about to take their shoes off before slipping into some house slippers. Even a millionaire like Kim Mingyu can’t afford to clean his place of outside dirt for the sake of keeping shoes on. A hand finds itself on your lower back, gently pushing you towards the vast living-space. As you walk with him, all nervousness dissipates as your brain focuses on something else. From the corner of your eye you see Mingyu’s side profile; it’s striking and almost unfair, but what’s more unfair is the warmth suddenly filling your body as his scent and overall presence take over all your senses. 

Assuming Kim Mingyu would be cold and desolate and demanding with you was a huge mistake on your part, because the way he’s looking at you now as you take your place around his dining table, the way he takes the seat beside you is anything but. The hand that was on your lower back has now moved to lay flat on the table, and you have the itching desire to place your own on top of it. You shake your head clear of the thought, though, as Wonwoo begins to speak, a stack of papers from his briefcase and an iPad in front of him.

“Just for the record, both parties are here voluntarily, yes? No one was forced or coerced into anything?” You and Mingyu both nod in confirmation and Wonwoo does the same in acknowledgment, writing something on his device. Then he’s pushing a piece of paper from the stack towards you. “This is only a template, a basis for your own contract since from my understanding this is a first for you, is that correct?” you nod, glancing at Mingyu. “And since you’ve decided to talk and come to an agreement beforehand so as to make your own contract, we will start with that. We’ll start with the boundaries– that includes privacy and discretion so anyone else who might know about this arrangement must also sign an NDA of sorts.”

“Oh!” you perk up, suddenly remembering Jeonghan’s involvement in all of this. He’d kill you if he knew you forgot even for a moment. “My roommate knows… he’s actually the one who set me up.”

Wonwoo hums in understanding, muttering about sending something preferably digital for convenience. “Well then, as for the length of your relationship?”

Mingyu speaks up this time. “I’ve been thinking about that, actually. If you’re comfortable with it,” he turns to you and you see the sincerity in his eyes (but try to convince yourself otherwise. You’re signing a secret contract for fuck’s sake.) “We could not set an… expiration date. You can leave whenever you wish to. It’s fine with me.”

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at this, breaking his cold, professional facade for a second. He wants to stand up and go to his best friend to grab his shoulders and shake him, yell at him to get a grip. He decides against it when his eyes focus on you; you’re flustered and unsure, also taken aback by Mingyu’s tender consideration. You look like you want to say something, clarify things, but instead you nod, and Wonwoo can’t really blame you. It’s a generous offer not many sugar parents extend; if anything too many of them are too happy to dispose of their companions once their contracts have been fulfilled that it makes him wonder why do any of this in the first place. 

The lawyer clears his throat, breaking your tender yet cautious staring contest with Mingyu, the sound of a stylus tapping and writing on a screen following. “As for your payment? Some people have a set price, some include material gifts, the works.”

You sigh, twiddling your fingers. “Can I be honest? I haven’t really thought of this.” You admit, you should’ve asked Jeonghan all things considered.

“How does 500,000won a week sound? And something extra for events and stuff like that?” You nearly choke on nothing for the second time today, you don’t even wanna know what would happen should a third occur. Wonwoo breathes out something that sounds like a small laugh as he eyes your surprised state.

“Don’t settle for 500,000won, Y/N. He spends way more than that in a day.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be a professional? Besides, that’s not true at all.” Mingyu’s sulking, a sight you didn’t expect to see today. Then he’s turning to you, eyes wide and shiny. “We can set it higher? 800,000?”

What are you supposed to say to that? You can’t just sit there in silence, but you also feel like you can’t just nod and take it in fear of asking for too much. You’re overthinking every little thing, and Wonwoo can tell.

“I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you, Y/N. As you can see, Mingyu is very willing.” and Mingyu nods pathetically at that, he can’t even fathom giving you anything less than 800,000won every time you even looked at him or acknowledged his existence. Wonwoo eyes his friend and resists the urge to roll his eyes, instead giving you his full attention. “So, 800,000won a week, a bonus for events, and gifts? Is that all?”

You nod, more confident and reassured now with Wonwoo’s words. He writes something on his tablet, eyebrows scrunched in full concentration. It’s almost awkward as you wait for Wonwoo to finish finalizing the contract; you’re just staring at him while Mingyu’s still looking at you with those adoring puppy eyes. The man isn’t even trying to hide it. Even with his focus on the words on the screen, Wonwoo can feel his friend’s giddiness. If Mingyu had a tail, it would be wagging ferociously now.

“There,” Wonwoo finally says, presenting the digital document to you and Mingyu. He hands you the stylus, his touch lingering on your hand for a second. “Just sign on all the tabbed lines.”

So you do, with your heart pounding against your chest and threatening to climb up your throat the whole time. Even though you know you want this, it’s still nerve wracking, like someone’s gonna come up behind you to surprise you but you just don’t know when. Still, there’s a giddiness inside you that you can’t deny, especially when Mingyu takes the stylus from you, his warm hand brushing against yours. He signs the lines beside yours before handing the tablet back to Wonwoo. 

“That’s done, then. I’ll send you both hard copies, and the NDA for your friend, of course.” You nod, slightly dreading the conversation you will be having with Jeonghan. From your peripheral vision, you see Mingyu open his mouth to speak and he gets a syllable out before his phone goes off.

“It’s Eunwoo.” he clicks his tongue, his face suddenly turning stone-cold before he excuses himself. You watch him stand up and make his way to the balcony, greeting whoever Eunwoo is with a hushed tone.

“Don’t mind that,” Wonwoo hums, tidying up his things. “Just an old friend.”

You nod meekly; you’re once again left twiddling your thumbs as you observe Wonwoo’s movements. They’re fluid, smooth yet precise as he collects the papers he showed you a while ago. Then your brain brilliantly thinks to spark up some conversation with a question you hope is appropriate to ask your sugar daddy’s lawyer.

“Hey, W-wonwoo?” the bespectacled male regards you with a nod. You clear your throat, watching him arrange his already neat stack of papers. “Does Mingyu usually do the whole contract thing like this?”

Wonwoo stops, blinking once, twice before humming as if in thought. You discreetly lean in closer to him. Hey, he’s kinda cute.

For some reason, his deep voice startles you, despite already having heard him. “Well, Mi– Mr. Kim isn’t really the type to have the kind of relationship that requires such a contract.”

You slump back in your seat, eyes still trained on the way his hands go back to fixing his things. It’s only been less than five minutes and you still can’t believe you just signed your name on every individual leaf of paper in that stack.

“However, it is rare for meetings like this to happen in the first place. You know, in general, the agreements are already drawn up before the matches are even made.” He brings up, finally clipping the papers before placing them carefully into his briefcase and snapping it closed. Curiosity paints your face as you furrow your eyebrows slightly in question. “My other clients aren’t as courteous with their respective beaus compared to Mr. Kim. And I’ve been to many awkward meetings and revisions of the resulting contracts to be this confident.”

For the first time since you laid your eyes on him, the lawyer actually smiles at you. It’s warm and reassuring, striking yet comforting. You give him a small smile in return, trying your best not to add more meaning to his words than necessary. Still, you can’t exactly hide your surprise.

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. Well, I must take my leave; I’ll leave you and Mingyu to it. You have a nice one, Y/N.” Then he’s out the door, leaving you with your thoughts and what you think are innuendos in his words. Your body flushes hot, and you try so hard not to go where Wonwoo might’ve been getting at to save at least a little of what sanity you have left. You hear the balcony’s sliding door open behind you.

“Sorry about that!” Mingyu takes the seat across from you this time, warm smile and inviting eyes have now replaced the stern look on his face. “Have you eaten yet?”

“No, I haven’t… I was stressing over an essay before you texted me. Oh, and Wonwoo already left.” You return his smile, hoping the small talk would ease your nerves now that you’re actually alone with him.

“Of course he did…” he huffs; you can’t believe just how adorable he’s acting. You absolutely cannot believe your eyes: the man you were so intimidated by because of his large stature just about last week is now acting like this in front of you. Barely processing the sight in front of you before Mingyu’s speaking again. “Anyway, we should get some food! Do you want takeout? I’m kinda craving fried chicken.”