Cryingforjae

This is the full fic to the “don’t look” teaser didn’t expect to actually get people to like it i hope this will story satisfy yall… idk how to feel about it just know that it is STEAMY

The sound of rapid clicking and muffled gunshots filled the air, blending with the occasional curse that left Jaehyun’s lips as he focused on the game. Y/N barely paid him any mind, curled up on his bed with her legs swinging lazily in the air, a well-worn manga volume in her hands.

It was a regular thing — crashing at Jaehyun’s place after classes, him glued to his monitor while she raided his snack stash and made herself at home in his room. They didn’t need to talk to feel comfortable. That’s just how they were. Easy. Familiar.

At least… usually.

Today was different.

Jaehyun had taken off his headset to answer a call, wandering out of the room mid-game. When he came back, the first thing he saw wasn’t the screen. It was Y/N, lying on her stomach on his bed, skirt hiked up just a little too high, and her eyes glued to a page that definitely wasn’t PG-13.

He blinked. Then blinked again.

Was she seriously reading that kind of manga? In his room?

He moved closer, quiet as ever, leaning over to glance at the page. Yup. That was definitely someone getting bent over a desk.

His voice came out lower than intended, a little too amused. “What are you reading?”

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin. She snapped the book shut with a gasp and turned over, clutching it to her chest.

“W-What the hell, Jaehyun! Don’t sneak up on people like that!”

“I wasn’t sneaking,” he grinned, walking over and tossing himself onto the bed beside her. “You were just too into it to notice me.”

She narrowed her eyes, cheeks flushed. “You saw nothing.”

“Oh no, I definitely saw something. A lot of something, actually.” He smirked, eyes drifting — not-so-subtly — from the manga to her exposed thighs. “Didn’t know you were into that stuff.”

She threw a pillow at him. “Shut up! It’s just—plot. With… extra.”

“Mhmm.” He leaned in, voice dipping to a tease. “Didn’t know my bed was so inspiring.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, trying to cover the blush blooming down her neck. “You’re such an ass.”

“Maybe.” His fingers brushed her knee, lingering longer than they should. “But you’re not denying it.”

Silence hung for a beat too long. The tension wasn’t like usual. It wasn’t playful — not entirely. There was heat in the air, thick and humming between them.

His voice dropped. “You know, if you wanted inspiration… you could’ve just asked.”

She stared at him, heart pounding.

“You’re joking.”

His eyes flicked down to her lips, then back up. “Am I?”

Another beat passed. Her book slipped from her hands, forgotten.

And then—

Y/N didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

She couldn’t. Not with the way Jaehyun was looking at her — like he’d just flipped a switch and wasn’t planning to turn it off anytime soon.

Her voice was barely a whisper. “You’re not serious.”

Jaehyun smirked again, slower this time. Darker. His hand, still resting lightly on her knee, started to move. Not rushed, just deliberate — dragging up the soft skin of her thigh, under the hem of her skirt. “You think I’m the kind of guy who says things he doesn’t mean?”

She swallowed hard. “Sometimes.”

“Not about this.”

He leaned closer, one knee sliding between her legs as he crowded her space. She could feel the heat of his body, the tension in his muscles — held back, barely. His fingers brushed higher now, just skimming where her inner thigh met the curve of her underwear. Her breath hitched.

“You’ve been teasing me for months and didn’t even know it,” he murmured, voice low, like a secret just for her. “Walking around in those short skirts, curling up in my bed like it’s yours, making these little sounds when you read your dirty books.”

“I—I wasn’t teasing”

He chuckled, dark and low, thumb hooking under the edge of her panties now. “No? Then what are you doing now, letting me touch you like this and not stopping me?”

She couldn’t answer. Not with the way her pulse was racing. Not with the way his mouth was hovering, close enough that she could feel every word ghost over her lips.

“Say something, baby.”

That broke her. She shivered — not from fear, but from the way he said it. Like he owned the word. Like he already owned her.

“I want you,” she whispered, cheeks burning. “I just… I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

His eyes darkened — not in mockery, but something deeper. Fiercer. Possessive.

“I’ll take care of you”

And with that, he kissed her.

It wasn’t sweet. It was slow, claiming, full of intent. His tongue slid past her lips, coaxing rather than demanding, but still leaving no room for doubt. His hand moved behind her neck, tilting her to deepen the kiss while his other pushed her skirt up fully, baring her to the cool air and his warm touch.

She moaned into him — soft, unsure. He swallowed the sound greedily.

“You trust me?” he murmured against her lips, fingers now stroking the damp cotton between her legs.

“Yes,” she breathed, hips twitching into his hand.

“Then be a good girl,” he said, voice pure sin, “and let me show you how good it can feel.”

He pulled her underwear down slowly, trailing kisses from her mouth to her jaw, then down her neck, teeth scraping lightly as he went. “Keep your hands in my sheets,” he ordered, eyes flicking up. “Don’t hide from me.”

She did as he said, fingers curling into his navy-blue comforter, breath coming faster as he shifted lower. He settled between her thighs like he belonged there, dragging his mouth over the inside of her knee before looking up at her — eyes burning.

“Don’t look away,” he said softly, almost tender. “I want you to watch me when I make you fall apart.”

And then his mouth was on her.

Hot. Wet. Expert.

She gasped, arching, one hand flying to her mouth only for him to pull back and growl, “Hands. In. The. Sheets.”

She obeyed, whimpering when he dove back in, licking and sucking her clit with slow, devastating precision. He took his time, letting her fall apart inch by inch, building the tension until she was trembling, thighs threatening to close around his head.

“Jaehyun,” she sobbed, nearly there.

“Come for me,” he whispered, lips brushing her clit with the words. “Right now. Be good and come on my tongue.”

She shattered.

She came with a cry, thighs shaking, hips bucking into his mouth as he held her down and took everything she gave him.

Only when she stopped trembling did he pull back, lips glistening, eyes dark with something dangerous.

And he still wasn’t done.

“Now,” he said, tugging his shirt over his head and revealing the body she’d only ever dared to imagine, “you’re gonna lie back like that sweet little mess you are—” he undid his belt slowly, letting the sound echo in the room, “and take your reward like a good girl.”

Y/N’s breath was still catching in her throat when she watched Jaehyun rise above her — slow and steady, like he had all the time in the world. His eyes never left hers. Not even as he kicked off his jeans, fingers moving with that same calm confidence that was driving her absolutely insane.

She’d never seen him like this. Not fully.

Not like this — shirtless, flushed, cock hard and heavy in his hand as he stroked it lazily while looking down at her like she was something to be worshipped.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, crawling over her. His fingers traced the outline of her face, brushing hair from her cheek like she was fragile. “You—like this. Under me.”

She bit her lip, heart thudding. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

His smile was soft now, almost sad. “Because you were mine long before you ever knew it. And I wasn’t gonna risk losing you… not until I knew you wanted this too.”

She didn’t answer. Just reached up, touching his cheek, then trailing her fingers down his chest, the tight muscles flexing beneath her touch.

“I do,” she whispered. “I want you.”

That was all he needed.

Jaehyun leaned down and kissed her again — this time slower. Deeper. All tongue and warmth, his body lowering to press fully against hers, skin to skin. She could feel everything: his heat, the weight of him, the way his cock slid against her slick folds, not yet inside but enough to make her whimper.

His hand found hers beside her head, fingers lacing together. “You ready, baby?”

She nodded, voice gone.

“Words.”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m ready. Please.”

His groan was low, strained. “Fuck. You’re gonna feel so good.”

And then — slowly, carefully — he pushed in.

The stretch was unfamiliar, thick and hot and so much, but he didn’t rush. He kissed her through it, whispered against her skin, his free hand stroking her thigh as he sank in inch by inch.

“That’s it,” he murmured, lips brushing her temple. “Just breathe. You’re doing so good.”

She clung to him, eyes wide, overwhelmed in the best way as he finally bottomed out, buried to the hilt and panting against her neck.

“God, you’re tight,” he growled, stilling for a moment. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep clenching like that.”

“Move,” she gasped. “Please, Jae”

He did.

His hips pulled back and rolled forward again, slow and smooth, grinding into her with a rhythm that made her toes curl. Every thrust was measured, sensual, like he wanted her to feel every single inch of him — and she did. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, trying to pull him deeper, closer, more.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, biting down on her shoulder. “You take me so well. Like you were made for this. Made for me.”

She couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from her throat.

Jaehyun caught it with a kiss, swallowing the sound as he picked up pace, just a little. The bed creaked, the air thick with heat and breath and the slick sounds of skin on skin.

But through it all, he kept touching her — his hand on her cheek, his mouth on her throat, like he couldn’t get enough of her. Like this wasn’t just sex. Like it was something more.

“You feel everything?” he panted against her skin.

She nodded desperately. “Feels so good… you feel so good…”

“I’ve got you,” he said, voice wrecked but still soft. “I’ll take care of you. Gonna make you come again, alright?”

His thumb found her clit, rubbing in tight circles while he drove into her, each thrust making her cry out.

“Let go for me,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers. “Come all over my cock like a good girl.”

She shattered with a scream, legs locking around him as her orgasm ripped through her. Jaehyun followed with a curse, hips stuttering as he came deep inside her, holding her close like he never wanted to let go.

And when it was over — when the room was filled with only the sound of their breathing and the soft thump of his heartbeat against her chest — he kissed her again.

This time, it was gentle. Loving.

“I meant what I said,” he whispered, brushing his nose against hers. “You’re mine.”

Her fingers curled in his hair, a lazy smile spreading across her lips.

“Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Jaehyun didn’t pull away right away. He stayed inside her, warm and pulsing, forehead resting against hers while his fingers lazily traced the curve of her hip. His breath was still heavy, but his touch was gentle — grounding. Worshipful.

Y/N’s legs were still wrapped loosely around him, and even though her body was spent, she didn’t want to let go.

“Was it too much?” he asked softly, eyes searching hers like he hadn’t just made her see stars.

She smiled, tired and blissed out. “No… it was perfect.”

He kissed her nose, then her cheek, then finally her lips again — slow and sweet this time, no urgency. Just affection.

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he murmured, carefully slipping out of her. She whimpered at the loss, and he chuckled, low and fond. “I know, baby. I’ll be right back.”

True to his word, he returned with a warm cloth, cleaning her up gently, murmuring quiet praises and brushing hair from her forehead.

“So pretty when you’re all fucked out,” he teased, but his touch was careful, his eyes soft. Once she was tucked into his sheets — now officially hers too — he pulled her into his chest and stroked her back.

“You did so good,” he whispered. “I’ve never wanted someone like I want you.”

She blinked up at him sleepily. “I’ve never let anyone in like this before…”

Jaehyun leaned down and kissed her again, just because he could.

“You’re mine now,” he said, half-possessive, half-promise.

She fell asleep with her head on his chest, heart full and body aching in the best way.

⸻

THE NEXT MORNING

Y/N was deep in sleep, limbs tangled in Jaehyun’s sheets, when she felt something warm and firm press against the back of her thigh.

At first, she stirred faintly, breath hitching as the sensation grew — the softest kisses trailing up her spine, teeth nipping at her shoulder, a hand sliding under the hem of his oversized shirt she wore to bed.

“Morning, baby,” Jaehyun’s voice rasped against her skin, already thick with lust. “You looked too pretty not to touch.”

She whined in protest — half asleep, half already aching. “Jae…”

“You gonna pretend you don’t like it?” he murmured, hand sliding between her legs. She was already wet, and he groaned in satisfaction. “Damn. You were dreaming about me, weren’t you?”

“Mmm… maybe,” she teased, wiggling her hips a little.

His grip tightened slightly. “That attitude’s gonna get you in trouble.”

“Oh no,” she said innocently. “Whatever will you do?”

His hand slid around her throat — not tight, just firm, grounding, possessive — and she gasped at the sudden rush it gave her. Her thighs squeezed together, and Jaehyun noticed instantly.

“Oh?” he grinned, low and wicked. “You like being choked, baby?”

She bit her lip but didn’t answer.

“That was a yes,” he muttered, flipping her onto her back, spreading her thighs. “You should’ve told me. I’d’ve had you crying in pleasure last night.”

His hand stayed at her throat, still gentle, still careful — but undeniably dominant as he slid inside her again, this time with more force. More hunger.

She cried out, hands flying to his biceps, nails digging in.

“Still sore?” he panted, driving into her deeper. “Too bad. You’re the one who woke up wet and bratty.”

“You’re such—ah—an ass.”

He smirked. “Yeah? Then why are you moaning like that?”

He grabbed her thighs and pinned them open, his pace picking up — steady but rougher, his abs flexing as he fucked her into the mattress, groaning every time she clenched around him.

“You want it harder, don’t you?” he breathed against her mouth. “Want me to ruin this sweet little pussy again?”

“Yes—fuck—Jaehyun…”

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Be a good girl. Let me see.”

Her fingers found her clit instantly, circling as he pounded into her harder, more unrestrained now. He was still watching her, though — eyes glued to her face, hand tight around her throat again, thumb brushing her jaw.

“You gonna come for me like this?” he growled. “Choked and used and full of me?”

She nodded, eyes rolling back. “Jaehyun—I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he demanded. “Come now.”

She shattered under him with a scream, clenching around him like a vice — and he followed with a loud groan, spilling inside her again, thrusts slowing as he milked every second of her orgasm.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, then rolled them gently so she was cradled against him again.

“You’re gonna kill me,” she breathed.

He chuckled against her hair. “You say that like I’m done with you.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, a lazy smile on her lips.

She was absolutely ruined. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The room was thick with heat, the air heavy from everything they’d already done — the tangled sheets, their sweat-slicked bodies, the faint scent of sex still clinging to the air.

Jaehyun was lying back against the pillows now, one arm behind his head, the other lazily brushing along her spine as she rested on his chest, both of them trying to catch their breath. He looked smug. Satisfied. Like a man who’d just conquered something sweet and sacred.

But she wasn’t done.

Y/N lifted her head, eyes dark with mischief and still-flushed cheeks. She trailed her hand down his abs, letting her fingers drift lower, nails teasing just above where the blanket covered his hips.

Jaehyun groaned, low and surprised. “No way. You’re not seriously ready for more.”

She straddled him without a word, sliding up until she was seated right over him, warm and wet and barely hidden by the thin sheet between them. Her hands braced on his chest as she leaned down.

“I wanna ride you,” she whispered against his lips.

Jaehyun’s breath caught. His eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide. “Fuck. Are you even real?”

She grinned and rocked her hips slightly, feeling him twitch beneath her. “You’re not scared I’ll break you, are you?”

“Scared?” He growled, yanking the sheet away so she was bare above him. “I’m scared you’re gonna pass out. You were crying into my mouth ten minutes ago.”

“Let me show you what I want,” she said, grinding harder now. “Please.”

That word — that please — did something to him.

He watched her sit up, take him in her hand, and line him up with her entrance. The head of his cock slid against her soaked folds, and they both groaned at the contact. Then, slowly, so fucking slowly, she sank down on him.

Jaehyun’s head hit the headboard with a dull thud.

“Holy shit,” he hissed. “You feel even tighter like this.”

Her hands gripped his stomach for balance as she started to move, hips rising and falling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Her thighs trembled slightly, but she kept going, riding him with a mix of inexperience and raw, aching need.

And he watched her — eyes locked on the way her breasts bounced, the way her lips parted in moans, the way her nails clawed at his chest as she found the pace that made her see stars.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “Taking what you want. Fucking yourself on my cock like you need it.”

“I do,” she gasped. “You feel so good, Jaehyun—fuck—don’t stop looking at me.”

“Never,” he promised, hands finding her hips, helping her grind deeper, harder, until the sounds of wet skin and broken cries echoed in the room. “You’re so fucking sexy like this. Like you were made to ride me.”

She moaned louder, pace faltering as her legs began to tremble harder. She leaned forward, bracing herself on his chest, thighs burning, every inch of her buzzing with overstimulation.

Jaehyun saw it — saw her trying to hold on, trying to stay in control — and smirked darkly.

“Getting tired already, baby?”

She bit her lip, nodded just slightly, eyes glassy.

He sat up in one smooth motion, flipping her effortlessly onto the bed and pulling her onto all fours.

“You shouldn’t have tempted me,” he growled, lining himself up behind her. “You knew what this was gonna do to me.”

She barely had time to breathe before he slammed into her from behind — hard, fast, deep — the new angle making her scream into the pillow. He gripped her hips like he owned her, driving into her relentlessly, the bed frame rocking under the force of it.

“F-fuck—Jaehyun—too much—”

“No,” he gritted, bending down to kiss her spine, his hand tangling in her hair. “You wanted to ride me? You wanted to show me what you like? Then take it.”

He yanked her head back gently by her hair, just enough to make her arch. Her back curved perfectly, ass pressed against his hips with every thrust, and he groaned at the sight of it.

“You look so fucking good like this,” he growled, hot against her ear. “You like being used like my personal toy, huh? Getting fucked stupid first thing in the morning?”

She couldn’t answer. Not with the way he was splitting her open, dragging her closer and closer to the edge again. But her whimpers said it all.

Then, suddenly, his chest pressed to her back. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other came up to press gently around her throat — firm, confident, perfect. His lips were at her ear now, whispering filth as he fucked up into her, angle deep and brutal in the most intoxicating way.

“Can feel you tightening,” he whispered, voice ragged. “You gonna come like this? With me choking you? Huh, baby?”

She sobbed, nodding, body jolting with every thrust.

“Do it,” he growled, slamming into her one final time. “Come for me like the good little slut you are.”

She came hard — harder than she had the first time — shaking in his arms, muscles locking up as her climax hit like a wave. Jaehyun wasn’t far behind. He grunted against her neck, hips jerking as he spilled inside her again, holding her close through the aftershocks.

They collapsed together, sweaty, tangled, completely wrecked.

He kissed her shoulder, her jaw, her temple.

“Holy fuck,” he whispered. “You were not kidding about round two.”

She laughed breathlessly, collapsing onto her back. “You look ruined.”

“I am,” he groaned, flopping beside her. “You ride me like that again and I’m gonna have to put a ring on you.”

She turned, smirking. “So… round three?”

He blinked.

Then grinned.

“Oh, you’re in trouble.”

“Let’s go get cleaned up Jae, i feel super dirty” she says

All he can think about is what he’ll do to her in the shower

“Anything you want princess, but don’t think i’m done with you yet.”

SHOWER SCENE

Steam had already filled the bathroom by the time Jaehyun dragged her in, lips locked to hers like he couldn’t bear to part for even a second. His hands were on her ass, squeezing, guiding her backwards toward the hot spray as their bodies pressed together.

The second the water hit her back, she gasped — warm and soothing, a perfect contrast to the sharp ache still lingering between her legs from earlier. But Jaehyun wasn’t giving her a break.

His mouth dropped to her throat, sucking a bruise into her skin while his hands slid down her slick body, worshipping every curve like he hadn’t just fucked her senseless.

“You’re unreal,” he muttered into her neck. “I get you off twice, and you’re still looking at me like you want more.”

“I do want more,” she whispered back, fingers curling into his damp hair.

He growled, spinning her and pressing her front to the fogged-up glass wall, hands spreading her legs apart. The hot water ran down her body, pooling between her thighs — and then she felt him again, thick and heavy, sliding against her already-sensitive core.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Still so wet for me. You want it here? Against the glass?”

“Y-yeah,” she panted. “Want you to fuck me, Jaehyun—just fuck me.”

He slid in without warning — hot, deep, and thick — and she nearly screamed from how sensitive she still was. The glass rattled with each thrust as he buried himself inside her over and over, pace rough but controlled, one hand gripping her hip, the other wrapped tight around her throat.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he panted. “Even after everything, you still suck me in like it’s your first time.”

Her legs shook, breath fogging the glass.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Say my name.”

She moaned, voice cracking. “D-Daddy—!”

Everything stopped.

Jaehyun froze mid-thrust, his whole body going still behind her. For a second, all they could hear was the pounding of the water and her own ragged breathing.

Then he twitched inside her — hard.

“W-Wait,” she gasped, panicking. “I didn’t mean—! I mean, I—shit, I didn’t know it would just come out—”

He laughed.

Low. Dark. Dangerous.

“You didn’t know?” he repeated, pulling out of her slowly, then turning her to face him. His hands slid down to grab her ass, hard. “Princess, you could’ve called me that ages ago.”

Her eyes widened as he pushed her back against the tiled wall, gripping her thigh and hiking it up over his hip.

“You like that shit, huh?” he murmured, dragging the head of his cock through her folds again. “Calling me ‘Daddy’ while I fuck you dumb? You dirty little thing.”

She whimpered, already melting.

“Say it again.”

She looked up at him, lips trembling. “Daddy…”

He groaned and slammed into her in one rough stroke, hand coming down on her ass with a loud smack. The sound echoed off the tile, mixing with her gasp as he started thrusting hard — deeper than before, the slap of skin on skin bouncing off the shower walls.

“That’s my girl,” he growled. “Fucking take it.”

She clung to him, the rhythm brutal but addicting — loud, wet, and desperate. His hand gripped her throat again, squeezing just enough to make her moan louder, and his other hand delivered another hard spank to her ass, making her jolt.

“Such a good little slut,” he hissed. “Taking your daddy’s cock like this.”

“Y-You’re so full of yourself,” she managed to choke out, even as her moans stuttered with every hard thrust. “Bet you say that to all your little brats.”

He laughed — low and wrecked. “You’re lucky I like that mouth.”

Another slap. Another choke. Another deep thrust that made her legs shake.

“You keep acting like a brat,” he murmured, licking up her neck, “and I’ll bend you over the sink next.”

She grinned through her moans, breathless. “You say that like it’s a threat.”

Jaehyun snapped.

He lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall with his body and pounding up into her — hard, sloppy, loud. The water only added to the sound, the slick slide of his cock inside her driving them both insane.

Her head fell back, nails scratching at his shoulders.

“I’m gonna—fuck—gonna come—”

“Come for me,” he commanded, hand tightening at her throat, his mouth on hers as she shattered. Her whole body trembled, walls clenching around him in rhythmic waves. He didn’t stop — just kept going, chasing his own high until his thrusts grew erratic and he came hard inside her again, groaning her name like a prayer.

They stayed like that — shaking, dripping wet, bodies plastered together under the stream — until their breathing evened out.

Jaehyun leaned in, kissed her temple, then whispered against her cheek:

“You call me daddy again, and I swear, I might just fuck the shit out of you with no mercy.”

She laughed — spent, wrecked, and so, so happy.

“Guess I’ll have to say it more often, then.”

He smirked, brushing hair from her face. “You’re so getting bent over that sink next.”

Few weeks later

The music pulsed through the walls of the club, heavy and hot, bass vibrating through the floors like it had its own heartbeat.

Lights flashed overhead in dizzy bursts — red, blue, violet. The crowd moved like waves, hips grinding, drinks spilling, bodies brushing close in the dark.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, Y/N was dancing.

Jaehyun leaned against the bar, jaw clenched, sipping his drink as he watched her with hooded eyes. Her dress was short — dangerously so — clinging to her body like it had been designed to drive him insane. And she knew it. Oh, she fucking knew it.

He watched her laugh at something some random guy whispered in her ear, watched her throw her head back, touching his arm like it was nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing. Not to him.

Because she wasn’t just his best friend anymore. Not after that night on his bed. Not after the shower. Not after she called him daddy with his hand wrapped around her throat.

And yet here she was — pretending they were still just roommates. Still just close friends out clubbing.

Pretending she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.

He downed the rest of his drink and set the glass down a little too hard.

Fine.

Two could play.

When she finally turned to glance at him across the floor — all heat and mischief and sweat-slick skin — he didn’t smile. Didn’t nod. Just stared.

That heavy, unreadable stare that made her thighs press together.

She turned back to the guy dancing behind her, but her hips slowed.

She felt it. The shift.

Jaehyun wasn’t just watching anymore.

He was waiting.

She leaned into the stranger’s touch a little more, lips parting in mock laughter.

And across the room, Jaehyun’s jaw ticked.

She should’ve stopped there. Should’ve known better. But she was tipsy — on alcohol, on attention, on him. And she was feeling bratty.

So when she brushed past Jaehyun to grab another drink, she leaned in real close, whispered in his ear:

“Jealous much?”

He didn’t respond. Just looked at her. Unblinking.

So she smirked. Teased her finger along the edge of his collar. “I’m gonna go freshen up. Try not to stare too hard while I walk away.”

She turned.

Jaehyun waited exactly three seconds before downing the last of his drink and following her.

The hallway to the restroom was dim, empty except for the muffled throb of music bleeding through the walls.

Y/N stepped into the women’s restroom, humming under her breath, cheeks flushed from dancing. She leaned over the sink, fixing her lipstick, unaware that the door behind her didn’t fully close.

Then — a click. The lock.

She turned, startled — and there he was.

Jaehyun.

Broad, dark-eyed, towering in the tight space.

“Jae—? What are you—”

“You done?”

His voice was low. Rough. Dangerous.

She blinked. “What?”

He stepped forward, crowding her back against the sink.

“This game you’re playing. You done teasing?”

She laughed — a little breathless now. “It’s not a game—”

“Yes it is,” he cut her off, hand bracing beside her head. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Grinding on some guy like I haven’t fucked you raw three times this week?”

Her breath hitched.

His hand slid to her throat, thumb tilting her chin up.

“You want me to lose it, don’t you?”

“I—maybe.”

His eyes darkened.

“Then congratulations.”

He spun her around before she could react, bending her over the sink. She gasped, bracing herself on the edge as he yanked up her dress — no preamble, no hesitation. Just pure, possessive energy.

“I tried to be patient,” he muttered, dragging his hand down her spine. “Tried to let you play your little game. But you just had to push me.”

“Jaehyun—”

“Shut up,” he growled, yanking her panties to the side. “You don’t get to act like a brat and then pretend you don’t want this.”

She whimpered — hips wiggling just slightly. A challenge.

So he spanked her.

Hard.

The slap echoed in the bathroom, followed by her muffled moan as her hands clenched the edge of the sink.

“I’ll make sure everyone in that club knows who you belong to,” he whispered against her ear. “Even if they never see it.”

Then he pushed into her — slow, punishingly deep — until she was gasping and arching and biting her lip to keep from moaning too loud.

Jaehyun didn’t hold back.

He set a brutal rhythm, fucking into her with possessive precision, each thrust angled perfectly to make her cry out.

One hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back, the other snaked around her waist to choke her gently — thumb pressing right under her jawline.

“You like being used like this?” he hissed. “Bent over a dirty sink like a slut?”

“Y-Yes—fuck—”

“You gonna flirt with another guy again?”

She laughed through a moan — bratty to the end. “Only if you watch.”

He growled and slammed into her harder, one hand smacking her ass again, the other gripping her throat tighter.

“You’re gonna pay for that later.”

“P-Promise?”

He fucked her until her legs gave out, until her moans turned into broken little gasps, until her mascara started to smear from the tears she didn’t even notice.

And when she finally came — hard, shaking, back arched like a bow — Jaehyun followed right behind, spilling into her with a groan that sounded like her name.

They stayed like that for a moment — panting, pressed together, sweaty and flushed — the scent of sex thick in the air.

Finally, he pulled back, fixing her dress and kissing her neck.

“You okay?”

She turned, breathless, eyes blown wide. “I want a round two.”

He smirked. “Back to the apartment.”

“No,” she whispered, tugging him down by the collar.

“I meant in the stall.”

The door to the stall slammed shut behind them, barely catching on the lock before Y/N was already on her knees — dress rumpled, pupils blown wide, lips parted in that wrecked little smile that made Jaehyun twitch.

“You’re getting way too good at that,” he muttered, looking down at her. “Dropping like that without me saying a word?”

She just smirked, fingers curling around his waistband as she undid his jeans, slow and teasing. “You didn’t need to say it.”

Jaehyun hissed between his teeth as she pulled him out, her hand wrapping around his cock like it was second nature by now. And maybe it was.

“You’re already so hard,” she murmured, tongue sliding out to trace his tip. “You like me like this, don’t you?”

He stared down at her, hand threading into her hair. “I like you better when your mouth’s full.”

She grinned — brat — and took him in, slow at first, letting her lips stretch around him, letting him feel every inch. Her hands held him at the base, stroking where her mouth couldn’t reach yet, and soon she was bobbing her head, taking more and more, tongue swirling, moaning around him.

And fuck, that sound…

His hips jerked forward instinctively.

But then he saw it.

Her other hand.

Slipped under her dress. Between her legs. Fingers buried where he should be.

“Y/N,” he growled.

She stilled — mouth still full, eyes flicking up to meet his.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice dropped, dangerous. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

She whimpered around him, lips tightening, but she didn’t move her hand.

He stepped forward, forcing her to take more of him, groaning when she gagged just slightly, those wet, obscene noises echoing off the tile.

Then his leg moved between hers, spreading her wider.

“I said—” his hand fisted in her hair, yanking her off him, spit dripping from her lips “—did I fucking say you could touch yourself?”

“N-No,” she whispered, breathless.

“So what the fuck are you doing?”

She opened her mouth to answer but he was already dragging her up by her hair and spinning her, slamming her back into the stall door.

“You wanna act like a slut?” he muttered. “Then I’ll treat you like one.”

He didn’t wait.

He shoved into her in one hard, punishing thrust that made her eyes roll back. His hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the scream, his other hand slipping under her thigh to hook it around his hip and keep her wide open for him.

He fucked her hard — rough, deep, possessive. Every thrust shoved her into the door, the stall rattling with every slap of skin on skin. His palm came down on her ass in sharp smacks that echoed louder than her moans.

“You like this?” he panted. “Getting used like a toy in some filthy club stall?”

She moaned, clawing at his back.

“What was that?” he taunted. “Didn’t hear you.”

“Yes—yes, daddy—”

He growled, fucking her even deeper, sweat dripping down his temple.

Her body clenched — tight, fluttering — and just when she was about to fall over the edge—

He stopped.

Pulled out.

Her whine was immediate, high and needy.

“What the fuck—Jaehyun—!”

“You don’t deserve to cum,” he said simply. “Not yet.”

She sobbed — bratty and ruined — but he flipped her again, bending her over the toilet tank this time, fucking her from behind at a new angle that had her shaking almost instantly.

Then the phone in her purse started ringing.

They both paused for half a second — then Jaehyun’s grin turned vicious.

“Answer it.”

“What—?”

“Answer the fucking phone.”

She fumbled for it with shaking fingers, not even checking the caller ID.

“H-Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Johnny,” came the casual voice on the other end. “I was thinking we should hit up that new rooftop bar next week. You down?”

She tried to breathe. Tried to speak.

Jaehyun grabbed her hips and slammed into her hard, making her lurch forward with a muffled cry.

“Y/N?” Johnny asked. “You good?”

She bit her lip hard, trying to speak through the moan threatening to rip out of her throat. “Y-Yeah, I—mhm—‘m good, just—um—club’s really loud.”

Jaehyun’s hand snaked around to rub slow, brutal circles against her clit.

She whimpered.

“Oh,” Johnny said, clearly pausing. “…should I call back later?”

Jaehyun leaned down, whispering into her ear loud enough to be heard: “Go on. Moan for him, princess.”

She couldn’t help it.

She slipped — loud and sharp and filthy.

“Oh fuck—”

Silence on the line.

Then Johnny’s voice, tight. “Yeah. Uh. Definitely calling back later.”

Click.

The line went dead.

⸻

Johnny’s POV

He stared at the screen for a second, blinking.

Across the table, his friends were still chatting, laughing over drinks.

“You good?” one of them asked, noticing his expression.

Johnny cleared his throat, cheeks flushed red. “Y-Yeah. Just… think I called at a weird time.”

He shoved his phone into his pocket and picked up his drink again, but his mind was definitely not on the conversation anymore.

All he could hear was her voice in his head.

That moan.

Fuck.

⸻

Back to Jaehyun

“Oh?” Jaehyun murmured, thrusting slow and deep now, cock dragging against every sensitive spot. “You clenched so hard when he was on the phone.”

She moaned, wrecked.

“You like being fucked while someone’s listening?”

She nodded.

He laughed — low and dangerous. “Maybe you’d like getting fucked while someone watches too.”

She gasped — and clenched again.

“Oh my god,” he grinned. “You’re such a slut.”

Then he leaned down, lips at her ear.

“Maybe I should invite Johnny next time.”

She moaned — high and needy.

“You’d like that, huh?” he growled. “Two cocks instead of one? One in your mouth, one in your pussy? Letting him see how dumb you get when I fuck you like this?”

She nodded again, panting. “P-Please—daddy—”

“Maybe he’d let me cum,” she teased through a moan. “You’re so mean—”

His hand flew to her throat.

“You wanna come?” he hissed, slamming into her. “Then beg for it.”

She whimpered.

“Beg like a good little slut. Or I’ll keep edging you until you cry.”

Her breath came in ragged gasps, thighs trembling, cheek pressed against the cold stall door as Jaehyun’s grip tightened around her throat. Not enough to hurt — not really — but just enough to remind her who she belonged to.

His cock was buried deep inside her, dragging slow, punishing thrusts that had her clenching and fluttering with every drag. She was so close — could feel the edge of it, hot and prickling and just out of reach.

But he wasn’t giving it to her.

Not yet.

“Go on,” he murmured against her ear, breath hot. “You were talking real bold a second ago.”

She whimpered, squirming under him.

“You said maybe Johnny would let you cum.” His voice dropped, dangerous. “You still think that?”

She shook her head quickly, mouth falling open with a gasped moan when he snapped his hips forward again, hitting that spot that made her knees nearly buckle.

“Then beg.”

“I—daddy—please,” she whispered. “Please let me cum, I need it—”

“Not good enough.” His hand slid between her legs, rubbing circles over her soaked clit, fast and firm and mean. “You can do better than that.”

She sobbed, writhing under his grip.

“Please, daddy,” she choked out. “I’ll be good, I swear—don’t wanna be a brat anymore—just wanna cum—please—”

“Say what you are.”

“I’m your slut,” she gasped. “I’m your filthy little slut and I don’t wanna cum unless you say I can—”

His hand slammed over her mouth just in time as he rammed into her — hard, punishing, each thrust stealing air from her lungs.

“Now,” he growled. “Cum for me. Loud.”

She shattered.

Her scream was lost in his palm, her whole body convulsing around him, legs giving out as her orgasm hit her like a truck. Her walls clamped around him so tight he groaned into her neck, hips stuttering as she milked every drop of sensation from him.

But he didn’t stop.

Not even close.

He pulled her back up, arms wrapped around her waist from behind, holding her flush to his chest while he kept fucking her through it, her body twitching and oversensitive.

“You thought we were done?” he rasped. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

She whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder.

“You begged so pretty for that one,” he said, voice low and smug. “Let’s see how long you last now.”

He brought her to the edge again.

And again.

And again.

⸻

She didn’t know how long it had been. Minutes? Hours? Time had dissolved into a haze of overstimulation and gasped breaths, of rough hands and soft kisses and bruising thrusts that made her see stars.

Eventually, Jaehyun finally pulled out, chest heaving, watching her collapse against the door with her dress riding up, thighs shaking, lipstick smeared across her cheek.

“Fuck,” he muttered, bending to kiss the base of her spine. “You look ruined.”

“I am ruined,” she mumbled, barely able to lift her head.

He laughed, soft but smug, and kissed her shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

"He had to leave urgently, a family matter.” Johnny kept staring into your eyes through your reflection in the mirror, but you just nodded, like you had no interest in your ex-driver’s life in such detail and took the bottle with sun screen from your nightstand, getting some on your finger. 

"I see.” You let out, catching your husband’s glance as you spread the cream over your face. 

"I asked the head of security to hire someone new, who’d take you around the city.” 

"Okay?"

"He's waiting for you in the Rolce.” Johnny finally got to the point; you gave him a nod and he was clearly done with you for the morning, his feet taking him out of the room. 

You ran down the hall ten minutes later than you usually did. It wasn’t on purpose. Yyou needed time to swallow all the emotions you had upon hearing the news; upon realising it was true. 

The elevator door opened right when you reached it and you quickly pressed a P button that would take you to the parking lot. You hated getting in the car outside, you always chose to go down there instead. 

It wasn’t hard to spot your new driver - he was parked exactly where you liked them to be, except for he wasn’t waiting for you by the car and got out of it only when he noticed you by the glass door. That pissed you off; he pissed you off. A cheap substitute for what you had; who you had. 

You’ll make him regret this decision; in fact, make all of them regret the decision. You’ll make sure he’ll depart within the week. 

“Mrs. Suh, good morning, I’m-.” Despite only jumping out of the car upon seeing you, he still made it to the door before you and reached for the handle as you approached. 

“Don’t even talk to me.” You raised a palm up and shut him up, falling elegantly into your seat. You couldn’t spare a glance at him, couldn’t care less to know his name. He wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place. 

“I will drive you to your yoga class,” you performatively rolled your eyes, annoyed that he once more tried to talk to you. “Our estimated time of arrival is 10:05 AM.” You perked up at that, looking into his eyes through the rear view mirror. 

“You have to be opening the door of the car not later than five minutes to ten or you’re fired.” You blinked lazily and focused on your phone once more. 

“Mrs. Suh,” the man looked back at you sternly, but must’ve worked out he was overstepping three minutes into his job and changed the tone of his voice to a polite one. “Mrs. Suh, to arrive at 9:55 we must’ve left ten minutes ago. I’ll do my best to-,”

“Instead of bickering with me you should’ve left the parking lot like five minutes ago. You better get to your job, before I fire you four minutes into it. Did you get me?” You let the tone of your voice fall into a threat and the way his eyes blinked and averted onto the road before him made you a little sorry. He seemed not like the type of person that needed this pushing to be good at his job. Or maybe he was?

He finally pressed the gas pedal and took off from the parking lot. 

You really hated being late anywhere, being late to a yoga class was a crime… like walking into the room full of people and making them question if you were the wife of the heir Suh? Were you late because your husband couldn’t let you get out of bed in the morning? You heard that silly assumption before. You couldn’t listen to this nonsense once more. 

You let your head rest against the leather headrest; you allowed your eyes to close and give you a couple of moments of calm and sleep. Give your new driver a couple of minutes to ogle over your features, memorise your face, form an opinion. He clearly had one already. 

“Mrs. Suh, we’re here.” You jumped in place at the announcement and sat straight up to realise what was going on. 

Before looking at the man, your eyes dropped on the panel, checking the time. 9:56. Did he speed? Go on the red light? You swallowed the surprise, the wish to drop a heartless thanks as you got out. 

“You are aware that traffic tickets are deducted from your salary?” You tried to sound careless, but the furrow of your brow caused a weird reaction out of the man. He smiled, and your eyes fell onto his cheeks, pointing out the 1dimples adorning his face. 

“I am aware, Mrs. Suh. Thank you for your concern,” he closed the door behind you. “I will be waiting for you after the class right here.” You gave him a side eye, and the man swallowed the smile, looking at you collected. “Have a good work out, Mrs. Suh.” His voice followed you to the entrance.

“Mrs. Suh, good night.” Your driver lowered his head the moment you stepped out of the car and you actually felt disappointment he did so. Going into the second half of the day you were becoming curious about the man’s facial features and he barely gave you a chance to add up a full picture to those dimples you spotted in the morning. 

“I need my driver to be standing before the door as I’m walking out, not when I’m already in front of the car; you have to follow my orders and if I say we’re arriving at a certain time - we are arriving at that time exactly.” He raised his head up and you had to force your brain to blink to not stand there staring. 

“Mrs. Suh-,” you gave him the palm again. He closed his mouth like an obedient puppy. 

“I have at least five reasons to get rid of you tonight, but I’m in good spirits and you have your last chance to improve by tomorrow.” His head lowered once more, depriving you of the view that was his face. 

“Mrs. Suh, if you could just give me three more clues to how I could improve my performance-.” He peeked at you from behind his forehead and it honestly felt like he thought you were playing with him. Like you weren’t holding any authority on him at all. He infuriated you but it also was endearing, in a weird way. 

“How long for have you been working at the company?” You suddenly felt curious, he was talking to you. Like actually talking, and looking and didn’t give off robotic energy like the rest of your drivers did for the first few months of the job. He wasn’t brainwashed into the system, he could be… easier, to work with than anticipated. 

“Three weeks, Mrs. Suh.” He dipped his head even lower. 

“Enough time to know your way around your boss, I expect you to match your position, mister…?” You trailed off and his curios eyes met yours. For the first time in direct contact like this and you felt the dizziness of the day take over you. 

“It’s Jeong Jaehyun, Mrs. Suh.”

“Mister Jeong Jaehyun.” You said lowly, like you were figuring out how to say his name out loud. His eyes once more met yours at the call of his name and you immediately turned on your heel and walked into the elevator. 

“Darling, how was your day?” Johnny startled you all the way from the entrance. You looked at him confused, until his fingers wrapped your bicep and pulled onto your forearm with force. “My dad is here.” He hissed into your ear and you folded into Johnny’s side in a second, walking into the living room as a happy family. 

“Chairman Suh, what a pleasure to see you!” You chirped and went in front of the man to give him your sincerest greetings. “I’m sorry I wasn’t aware of your visit.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Johnny explained to me your busy schedule, I had no intention to interrupt that. I just came by after playing go with your father this afternoon.”

“Really?” You smiled at the old man and gave Johnny a questioning look. What this string of visits was supposed to imply? Did the man sitting in front of his father knew something you didn’t?

“Mmh,” he nodded and took the glass of whiskey from your house keeper. She gave you a glance and you shook your head to let her know you didn’t need a thing. “We were talking about you two falling behind on public appearances. Malicious tongues are beginning to spread words of infidelity in this marriage.” The way your eyes met with Johnny’s within the same second definitely was giving away too much; you were only hoping the old man was old enough to not notice any of that. 

“Father, you taught me to do better than read gossip.” Johnny smiled lightheartedly. “You know I love my wife and I can assure you she loves me back just as much.” He smiled at you and with a little nod of your head you smiled back. 

“Of course.” You nodded, looking at the chairman Suh.

“Undoubtedly. I have made a deal with one of the biggest magazines in the country. They’ll cover your happy marriage.”

“Again?” You scratched your brow, “we’ve been married for five years.” You chuckled, helpless and stood up from your chair, realising you two been too far apart to give off lovesick. “I’m sure every second person in the world is sick of hearing two rich kids getting married in a love match that also ended up being profitable for the business.” You cackled and felt Johnny’s palm reach over your hip. 

You held in a flinch and covered his palm with yours. Like a clockwork you two united in an act of familial unity, Johnny pulling you into his lap, and you falling onto his knees chastely, an arm draping over his shoulder. 

“Picture perfect,” chairman Suh looked back at the house keeper and she nodded in absolute agreement. “We could make something similar to this a cover.”

“Chairman Suh, maybe the magazine people would like something more appropriate for a cover,” Mrs. Lee voiced out her opinion to the man she worked for for about thirty years. 

“Young people these days have absolutely no decency, giving them a human look could also play to our favour.”

“As always, you are right, chairman Suh.” She folded immediately with a bow. 

Johnny sighed under you, making the grip on your leg looser. You could tell he was also not a fan of the idea, well. Whatever gotten into the old man’s head barely ever got a way out without realisation. 

“The magazine people will call your secretary tomorrow morning, son.”

“Good,” Johnny nodded and pushed you off himself a little too roughly to give off loving husband. He stood up and walked to his father who’d gotten up to his feet to leave, you figured out. 

You bowed and wished the man a save trip and excused yourself to your room.

You didn’t walk out until the morning, when you were sure Johnny left for work. You unlocked the phone and realised you haven’t cleared the traces of your late night madness. You closed all the tabs leading to you searching your new driver’s name up. 

“Mrs. Suh,” your house keeper called out for you. You’ve been holding a spoon of greek yoghurt in your mouth for too long, focused once more on the search bar. How can someone have almost no internet trace? He was young, definitely your age, what was the possibility of someone in their late twenties not using social media at all? “Mrs. Suh?” she touched your shoulder when you didn’t react and you dropped the spoon on the table, confused with the contact; scared she might’ve seen what was going on in your phone. 

You looked the old woman in the eyes, asking what was up? She gestured with her head to the entrance. “Mrs. Suh, your driver is here.” He gave you a dimpled smile and then looked at you like a subordinate would look at his boss. 

He was either dumb or knew something you didn’t. Still, you were satisfied with him trying to improve. Who told him that you preferred being escorted down to the car? You looked over at the house keeper and the discreet nod she gave him got you closer to the needed answer. 

“Good morning, Mrs. Suh. I’m ready to be of service for today.”

“Congrats.” You dropped without a second look at his face and hid in your room, letting a big sigh out once you were secured in your bedroom. Taking one too many looks onto his face might’ve made you get stuck on him for an hour. It would’ve been weird; you were being weird. 

You quickly ran the brush through your hair and fixed the ponytail you preferred for your cycling class and walked out the room, looking straight ahead of yourself, ignoring the man that still stuck by the door. 

It seemed like he did everything to frustrate you even further, as he slowed down behind you as you approached the door. You were honestly not gonna give him the verbal hint. You looked to your side and gave him the nastiest side eye you could muster and he caught up onto implication with a little shake to his body as he jumped before you and pulled the door handle. “Here, Mrs. Suh.” He smiled and let the door go as soon as you were out the apartment, running before you to let you into the open elevator with his arm before the door mechanism, and pressed the P on the panel. 

“Wipe this stupid smile off your face.” You commented, seeing him smile to himself in the reflection of the door. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered to himself and raised his hand up to press his fingers into his cheeks and make his face straight. You swallowed, ignoring the cuteness of the action. 

“Is your cycling class in the same fitness centre as yoga?” He questioned unlocking the car and opening the door for you. 

He was digging his grave, wasn’t he. “How are you supposed to drive me there, if you don’t know where you’re going?” You paused with your leg up in the air, furrowing your brow at him. 

“Got ya, no more small talk.” He smiled once more, then remembered what you said earlier and calmed his features down in a second. He closed the door for you and took off the moment he sat down. He let a loud sigh out his nose as soon as the sun hit the windshield and you knew he was going to talk again. 

See? “The AC is set to exactly 20 degrees C like you enjoy it, the radio is on 8 and the Chill Mix is playing.” He looked you in the eyes like he was so proud of himself and it was hard to keep the annoyance plastered on your face. Was Mrs. Lee really aware of all this? “Also, I went ahead and got you a Jeju Matcha from Paul Bassett.” He got a cup from the cupholder between the front seats and you finally got the surprise out on the surface. Obviously, for the briefest moment. You recovered soon enough. 

He’d reached his hand out properly on the nearest traffic light and your hand met the cup, also meeting his fingers. You weren’t sure he realised what he did when his fingers covered yours as he handed you the cup, but his eyes went wide as he clearly felt it was you and you expected him to be so sorry over the action. “Mrs. Suh, are you sure about the AC? Your fingers are quite cold.” 

“I’m sure.” You sighed out and took a sip out of the cup. Jaehyun’s eyes darted back at you every ten seconds like he made the drink himself. 

“No more reasons to fire me?” He smiled, again. Even though you told him not to. 

“Still one left.” You let out, watching his face fall in confusion. 

You’re still just my punishment. “You talk too much.”

“Have a pleasant evening, Mrs. Suh.” Jaehyun smiled and you didn’t tell him to stop. Again. You’ve stopped the comment two weeks ago and ever since he’d been giving you a show off of his dimples. 

You had no energy to tell him off, you weren’t his mom. Or maybe you stopped being grumpy when it came to him. Maybe he wasn’t at fault, he was just trying to do his job, tried hard, even. You couldn’t ignore his wish to make you satisfied and that feeling alone made you feel good about yourself. 

At least someone wanted you to feel good, huh. 

“Come up,” you threw behind your shoulder. 

“Me?” Jaehyun blinked at you, pointing a finger to his chest. You paused and looked at him properly. 

“Is anyone else here with us?” You let the annoyed raise of your brow take him out of the good mood. 

“Ah-, sure. Mrs. Suh, I’m sorry. I-, give me a second, I need to park the car.” 

You stood by the entrance, obediently, watching him park the Rolce Royce in two swift motions of the wheel. You had to swallow the thought of it being attractive. Him being attractive. 

“Mrs. Suh, please,” he’d ran up to you and gestured with his hands to lead the way and protect you from all the automatic doors on your way. 

“Doesn’t your butt hurt from so much sitting?” You dropped in a half-whisper and folded your arms over your chest. He kept quiet and you had to embarrass yourself further and take a glance at him. 

“Pardon?” Jaehyun blinked. 

“It’s nothing,” you shook your head. If he didn’t hear then whatever, you weren’t about to ask him about his ass once more. 

“It does, Mrs. Suh, but I usually spend my nights and mornings at the gym, I also try to stand while I wait for you. Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Suh.” He even bowed and you bit into your lip, waiting for him to walk out the elevator first. 

He’d led you right to the door and turned around, arms folded behind his back. 

“Do you not know the passcode?” You asked surprised, you expected him to be aware of the numbers. 

“No, Mrs. Suh, my position does not permit me to personal information as such,” you gave him a little chuckle and shook your head, arms still folded. 

“19140297.” You gave him the passcode and it took Jaehyun a couple of seconds to realise what you were doing. 

He fumbled with the panel and quickly got the numbers in, gripping the handle and opening the door for you. 

“Should I leave?” He gripped onto the door and stood still, as you got pass him and took your shoes off. 

“No, come on in.”

Jaehyun once more fumbled, getting himself inside the apartment in a single step, door locking behind him. 

“Is there something I could help you with?”

“Mmh,” you nodded, turning around to face him and walked backwards. “You could make me company for dinner.” You walked into the living room and cut the corner to get to the dining room, looking at the covered up plates left out by Mrs. Lee.

“I am not allowed to do that,” Jaehyun shook his head sternly and stepped back, even though you weren’t about to drag him, he was already too far away from you. 

“Said who?” You peeked at him from behind the wall. 

“Corporate rules. I have signed papers agreeing I won’t be going anywhere further than the entrance, where I could be picking you up for the day.” He stepped back a little, trying to be closer to that designated place. 

“You also signed a paper that said you’ll be obedient with my wishes.” You challenged, closing the distance, “and if you still want to be on my good side tomorrow, you better sit down and eat what I give you. Mrs. Lee left a whole bunch of food for me.”

“Your husband will come back-,” he protested, you didn’t know what he wanted to say. All you wanted to do is not eat alone. And not hear a single other mention of your husband. 

“He’s out of the country for two days. You’re the one who should be knowing these things. If I tell you to sleep on the couch because I need you to keep me safe, you will be sleeping on that couch,” you gestured to the living room and Jaehyun’s gaze followed. “You’re my bodyguard.”

“You know, I am way past my working hours and I am way past my strength to put up with your crazy requests, but just because I’m hungry and because my eyes are about to fall out of their orbits I’m going to take the invitation.” Jaehyun took his shiny shoes off and walked further into the apartment. “By the way, bodyguard is a very far stretch.” He chuckled to himself. You blinked at him, fighting your own self to scold him at his familiar talking or to let it pass with a little chuckle. 

“Where is the bathroom?” He let his eyes trail around the room and you felt curious to know what was his opinion on the interior. “I need to wash my hands to take the contacts out.” He found the need to clarify, probably because you stood frozen looking at him for too long. 

“Oh, sure. Here, we have a bathroom over here-,” you gestured with your hand in the same manner he always led you somewhere and you actually had to swallow a chuckle as the realisation hit you. 

This apartment had four different bathrooms, but you’ve led him to the one in your room. Unintentionally, obviously. 

You didn’t mean a thing with it, obviously. 

“Here,” you gestured at the door, Jaehyun with a low thanks got past you and right before the door closed in your face you pulled onto the handle. “Can I watch?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, the contacts. I’ve never seen them in real life. Can I watch you take them off?” Jaehyun just smirked, letting the stretch of his mouth turn into a proper smile. 

“Sure,” he let the door go and you trailed behind him, watching him stop before the sink. You jumped onto the counter, sitting down next to him to watch the process. 

He slowly opened the tap and got the soap onto his fingers and carefully rubbed fingers against each other, quickly getting them under the water. You figured he’d need a towel next and extended him one on your side. 

Jaehyun nodded thankful and you’ve closed the tap for him. He then looked into the mirror for a split second, his fingers reaching for his eye in such a swift motion it tool you longer to process he got the baby blue shaded contact onto his finger. 

“Wow…” you gasped out, earning a smile from the man in front of you. “Can I touch it?”

“I mean, if you’re not asking to touch my eye,” he smiled, clearly teasing and reached his pointer finger with the contact to you. 

“You won’t wear it once more, right?”

“No, these are daily ones.” 

“Wow,” you gasped out again, taking this silicony little orbit from his finger onto yours. “But it’s blue, are they colored?”

“No, they’re just… blue.” He shrugged and reached for the other eye, when your fingers gripped his wrist. 

“Wait, can I see it on your eye?” You pulled onto his wrist and leaned inappropriately close to his face. “Wait, I can see this little orbit around your iris.” Your fingers caught his chin in their hold and turned his face more to you. 

“Mrs. Suh,” Jaehyun called out and you pulled back before he could take your actions the wrong way. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You let him go and jumped off the counter at the same time. “I’ll go back to the kitchen,” you hurried out the room to the kitchen. God, what an embarrassment. 

You heard him swallow thickly not even five minutes later, and you knew he was going to ask you if he could leave. 

“You should sit down, I got you a plate,” you stepped in ahead of him. 

“Mrs. Suh, are you sure?”

“Of course,” you nodded quickly and invited him to a seat. 

It was very gravely as you chewed down on the rice and meat, he wasn’t the smiley guy he usually was. It was hard to figure out what was Jaehyun’s issue when you didn’t know him at all.

“Can you see me from this distance without your contacts?” You asked to kill the awkwardness. Jaehyun’s head raised up like he was a dear in the headlights and he chewed first, answered later. 

“I can, I’m not totally blind.” He smirked. 

“Really? Then how many fingers is that?” You raised your palm up and the way his grin widened - well yeah, he could clearly see. 

“You’re showing me a middle finger.”

“I was just checking if you’re lying.”

“Does Mrs. Lee always leave in the evenings?” Jaehyun seemed to master up courage to talk with you, good. 

“Mmh, I’m often alone here.”

“Your husband doesn’t usually come home for dinner?” Jaehyun blinked at you surprised.

Was he being serious? Was he genuinely unaware of your situation?

“Jaehyun,” you leaned into the table and the man that sat before you. His eyes for the briefest moment fell into your cleavage and then back to your eyes. Your arms unintentionally pushed your chest a little bit further. “Don’t act like you don’t know this whole thing is a lie.” 

“What thing is a lie?” He blinked, dumbfounded. 

“You really don’t know?” He shook his head, confused. “My husband doesn’t love me. He has someone else on the side and he much prefers spending his evenings between someone else’s legs.” You pulled back and took the chopsticks like you just recited the weather forecast to him or something of the sort.

“Mrs. Suh,” Jaehyun swallowed. “Your husband loves you, I know it. I saw it.” Jaehyun’s brow furrowed and he was the one now to lean in. “I saw your magazine cover last month, I saw you two smile at each other, the man that’s indifferent wouldn’t be looking at a woman like that.”

“Jaehyun,” you sighed out. 

“Yes, Mrs. Suh?” 

“This all here is a bunch of lies.” You could tell the way Jaehyun’s eyes became droopier at the same time realisation dawned on him. “You should stay on the couch, I don’t feel like staying here alone.”

“Mrs. Suh, I can’t.”

“Do you have someone at home waiting for you?” Do you have a girlfriend, Jeong Jaehyun?

“No,” he shook his head defeated.

“Then you’re staying here. You can have tomorrow off, I was planning to stay in my room anyways.” You ran your fingers through your hair. 

“You have your own room?”

“I do. I sleep alone, always. The one you saw earlier - is just for me.”

“Oh,” he let out confused. 

You were trying to remember when did things change? When smiling to each other in the mornings as he came up to pick you up became a thing? When did you start going to Paul Bassett together, making effort to be ready twenty minutes early? When did opening the windows and singing along to the radio together became your thing? 

When did shopping and other things without his presence started to feel weird? When did you start calling out his name and why did it roll off your tongue like a first instinct?

“Jaehyun?” You called out from behind the curtain and his voice became so much closer to you. 

“Mrs. Suh, are you dressed?” He asked for reassurance, taught by experience; you flashed him once before on accident, he was more cautious with you than needed ever since then. 

“I am,” you chuckled and opened the curtain yourself. “What you think?” You twirled before him, not seeing the spark you needed in his eyes. This dress was definitely a toss. 

“Pretty,” he nodded, but his ears were your perfect indicators for a killer dress and they weren’t giving you signals this very moment. 

“Okay, pretty is not enough, I have to be the prettiest,” you undid the zipper before him and Jaehun hastily closed the curtain to not see anything he wasn’t supposed to. 

You giggled lightheartedly and pulled off the hanger your very last option - a black cocktail dress with a naked back and strapless shoulders. You squeezed yourself in, struggling with the zipper over your lower back and ass. It wasn’t intentional, but Jaehyun was your preferred choice of help, you didn’t want to bother with sales assistants. “Jaehyun?” You half whispered and his fingers gripped onto your shield, seeking confirmation that you were dressed, “I need your help with the zipper.” 

“But you’re dressed, right?” You chuckled and covered his digits to push the curtain away. 

His gaze fell all the way down to the floor and back up to your face, taking in every part of your body; pausing on the way the curve of your back teasingly invited him further in, black thong peeking over your waistline. You perked your ass back more and you hoped he knew you were trying to be likeable in his eyes. Long gone was you that tried to get rid of him; this was an era of the new you that wanted him to be into you. 

Maybe you were throwing yourself at him; what if you were? If he wanted to keep the subordination, shouldn’t he have kept that smile to himself like you asked him to? Shouldn’t he have said no when you told him you needed company for your walks, lunches, try-on’s and so much more. He was a girl friend substitute you desperately needed, so what if along the way you also came up with malicious intentions. 

If he wanted to be just your driver, he shouldn’t have agreed to play padel with you last night when you manipulated him into believing your partner ghosted you. 

There was no partner in the first place, you had to search a padel court for singles. Was Jaehyun even aware the game’s usually played in doubles?

His fingers chastely took the material of the dress and pulled onto the zipper, avoiding the skin he could’ve touched. 

“Is it the one?” You turned around to him, and then with your back once more, pulling your hair to the side so he’d see the full view of the back. 

“It is,” he said after clearing his throat. “I think this one’s the one.” He smiled distantly and closed the curtain right before your face. You still managed to notice the burgundy on his ears. 

If you could describe the night in a short sentence, you’d probably say something along the lines of it was the worst fucking night of your whole motherfucking life. 

“Fucking Johnny,” you cursed the man whose surname you carried; Jaehyun’s arm over your waist was the only reason you didn’t slide down the elevator floor as you were getting to your apartment. 

The man half-carried you all the way down the corridor to your apartment and the passcode you told him months ago finally came in handy, as he typed it in and switched you onto the other shoulder, locking the door and helping you to your room. That was where you felt more confident to walk. 

"What is it that he wants? Why is it not me?" you pushed yourself off Jaehyun, who helped you get exactly to the entrance of your bedroom and stood by it, arms hidden behind his back. Never trespassing any further except for that one time you led him to the bathroom. He had so much more self composure than you did, you honestly envied him. 

Jaehyun watched you move around quietly, still on alert in case you needed his help in your drunken state, if he needed to catch you tripping over your legs or something else.

You walked over to a standing mirror in the corner of the room, taking in your reflection. Perfectly styled hair laying over you shoulder in waves even at the end of the night, black floor-length dress Jaehyun helped you pick hugged your body in all the right places. You were drunk, sure, but even before that you had looked in the mirror and thought you looked pretty. Beautiful, even.

Of course it wasn't enough for him.

You were never enough for your husband.

You turned around on your heel, crossing the room in swift steps back to Jaehyun, who seemed to think you wanted to come out, stepping aside, but your hand found his wrist and pulled him to that same mirror, forcing him to stand behind you, fingers wrapping tightly over his digits as you both stared at you through the mirror. Your hand lowered onto your body and made him be a part of this awful half-hug on your thigh, even though his arm hung in the air lifeless.

"What do you see when you look at me?” You questioned and his gaze met yours through the mirror. 

"Anything, that's happened-, it can't be connected to your looks. Your marital issues have nothing to do with your appearance,” you nodded, sensing his answer to be an employee one, not coming from where you wanted it to. Your gazes lingered on each other for a little longer, his eyes falling back onto your body after. "No, Mrs. Suh, I’m being sincere, you’re absolutely gorgeous." Jaehyun whispered a little bewildered. Like he couldn't believe he let these thoughts slip through his mouth.

To be completely honest, you couldn't either. You let a scoff out, finding a perfect reason to be offended.

"So you're saying it's my temper?" you could see his ears get redder even in the dim lighting of your room. You let his wrist go and deliberately turned your self around, keeping your face in his personal space.

He was perplexed, you could tell. You were just having a little bit of drunken fun, enjoying his smitten state first row.

"No, Mrs. Suh-," he paused, looking in your eyes for the right answer. You had none, you wanted to hear his real, honest opinion. He was almost the only person that saw you day and night.

Talked to you, kept you company, made sure you were hydrated, had enough steps in, kept forcing you to go to gym even when you didn't feel like it. He was taking real care of you for a pay check, and you might've mixed those two things somewhere along the way.

Taking care of you because that's what he's getting paid for. And care... for you, as a person, despite every circumstance that meant for him not too.

Circumstance, like you being the wife of his employer.

You were attached to him at this point mentally in more ways than you should've, that's for sure.

It was hard not to, when you were chaperoned by him everywhere, when you spent more time with him, than with the man you married. When he'd deliberately denied every jab you let out of your mouth towards yourself or the way your husband felt towards you. No, Mrs. Suh, your husband cares for you a lot. No, Mrs. Suh this had nothing to do with you. And little bashful compliments he let out with his ears burgundy red, when you forced him to comment on your appearance. No, Mrs. Suh this dress looks so beautiful on you. Or like tonight. No, Mrs. Suh, you're absolutely gorgeous

"Mrs. Suh I must get going,” he didn't let his thought end; he took a little step back, away from you.

"Jaehyun, wait." you raised a hand up and he froze, letting you close the gap again. "Did you mean it?" you looked into his eyes and he looked back. Open and honest, making you believe his words were real.

"That you're gorgeous? Of course I did. You're very beautiful, Mrs. Suh. You don't have to doubt your appearance. Or your personality. Don't let the alcohol get into your head." It's not the alcohol that's gotten into your head. It's the man whose surname you carry. Jaehyun knew that all too well.

"Say it again?" you blinked, head tilting towards him more, like you couldn't hear him the first time.

"You are very beautiful, Mrs.-,” you covered Jaehyun's lips with yours. You let your lips move against his, and couldn't believe he immediately kissed you back. Not a moment of doubt in his actions.

He kissed your lower lip and moved his hands from his back and pushed you away from him by shoulders.

"Mrs. Suh-." he panted, like you've kissed for hours, when in fact you doubted the kiss lasted even thirty seconds.

Your heart beat in your chest, not in shame - you wanted him to kiss you more.

"Call me by my name, please." The mention of the man that caused all this emotional torture in your life stirred something bad in your stomach.

"I must go." he stuck with not addressing you at all.

You wished he'd let you kiss him more.

The dress suddenly felt too tight over your chest, and the heavy breaths you were letting out of your chest matched Jaehyun's perfectly.

Fuck, even if he'd fucked you right on the couch of your dressing room - your husband, he probably would've not cared at all. He's not touched you in months, giving his favours to his lover on the side.

You knew it all, he didn't even try to hide it.

What you didn't know, is how'd you feel giving him the taste of his own medicine right in this apartment, where he could hear and see once he’s back, where he could soak in the feeling of betrayal you drowned in. Do it to him like he does it to you.

"Please, I'm desperate,” you let your self esteem hit the floor. You grabbed his wrist once more and covered your chest with his palm.

He jumped off like you've put his palm to an open fire.

No, he must've said all these things for a pay check.

It's not like he had a girlfriend, you knew he didn't. 

‘Mrs. Suh, the new hair length suits you perfectly.' Jaehyun smiled politely into the rear view mirror. You cut off maybe three centimetres last night, when he had a day off. You didn't even talk about you having an appointment, but he noticed. And your heart went in overdrive at the simple sweet gesture. You looked back at him like it's the nicest thing someone ever said to you. And it wasn't even a lie, it was the nicest thing a man said to you in a long while. 'Ah, thank you, Jaehyun. You really notice even the small things, your girlfriend is so lucky.' you said with a dreamy smile. 'Thank you, Mrs. Suh, I don't have one.' And you took note, you didn't even know why.

"Good night, Mrs. Suh." he let his neck down in a bow and left you alone, drunk and embarrassed to cope with this mess.

Jaehyun disappeared. 

For one, two, three and now four consecutive days. Your husband simply sent in a substitute, saying Jaehyun got sick. You knew he didn't. He was avoiding you.

You were in agony.

You weren't scared, you weren't embarrassed.

He didn't say a thing to your husband and you were grateful, but he'd eventually have to face you again. He can't be sick forever.

No, there was actually one thing you feared - that he'd hold a grudge against you, say you've forced him to kiss without consent. And he wouldn't be wrong, but you also had a feeling he wasn't the type of person to act like that; he wasn’t the victim, he clearly wanted you back. He’ll face you. Right?

Right.

Day five was your lucky day, because he finally turned up at work 9AM sharp ready to take you to a yoga class.

You let all the punishing thoughts let go at the moment. You had no visible reaction, even though your heart felt 50kg lighter immediately in your chest, and you walked past him to the elevators. He followed behind, no words exchanged between you.

He let that same silence sit between you as he opened the car's door for you and let you in, sat on his seat and started the engine. He didn’t even try to take a little look at you in the rear view mirror, having yourself stare at his side profile the entire drive.

He let his feet step away a little too much as he opened your door. Like he avoided you. Like he was scared of you. Was he scared?

"Are you scared of me?" You searched his gaze, not being able to not notice how his eyes didn't want to stay on yours an additional second. You've actually harassed the only man that looked like he cared enough for you. Wow.

"I have to inform you that I've tried to resign. Your husband's the one that forced me to stay. I'm not going to disrespect his trust in me any further." Jaehyun finally let his gaze stay on you, closing the door to the car, but the stare wasn't pleasant. You wished he looked away, or closed his mouth and never said those things.

"What? Have you also told him his wife harassed you?" For a second you imagined your husband proudly applaud you for that. A silly vision.

"No, it's none of my business, your family issues." He meant to say he didn't want to involve himself in your mess, how sweet. "I informed him it's a personal matter.” Your drive resigned; it’s a family matter, you’ve heard that before.

"You should've told him the real reason. I'm sure he would've reassured you you're overreacting and it's not a matter that's worth resigning because of." Not like his feelings didn't matter, but in a way that if he feared your husband's wrath - there wasn't going to be any. He never truly cared for you.

"Mrs. Suh, your husband loves you." He chided himself. "Again, your family issues are not my business. It is, a personal matter, at the end of the day." Ugh, whatever he meant with that. You were just relieved to know he wasn't going anywhere. Your dear husband didn't let him.

Good.

You walked away from Jaehyun, swaying your hips as you got to the gym door.

It wasn't easy to fall back into the soothing comfort you had before.

Jaehyun was more quiet than before, more cautious, more closed off. Like you scared a little hedgehog and now he wouldn't come back to the plate to drink his milk.

You didn't feel uncomfortable, didn't feel like telling your husband you wanted another driver, but rather the feeling was unsettling. If he thought you were beautiful, perfect, etc, why did he act this way.

Johnny didn't care. You knew deep down Jaehyun was aware of that.

Still, he didn't try to move on from that feeling. You didn't know how to approach him, honestly, you were glad he was back.

Not even able to grasp the levels of relief that washed over your chest when he returned.

You let that silence sit between you. Morning, Mrs. Suh. I'll be at the parking lot, Mrs. Suh. Let me know when it's okay to pick you up, Mrs. Suh.

These were enough to make your heart pump blood extra hard, because every time his lips moved, you thought of his lips brushing against yours. Thought of how sweet his lips tasted. Like he ate sugar all night long waiting for you.

In two weeks you were suffocating. You needed him, sincerely.

You needed his lighthearted jokes, the smoothness of his voice tickling your triggered brain to calm you down. You needed his reassurance you were good, you were enough.

You needed all of it out of his mouth before you fell apart again.

"You never mentioned where you live." you let the words rip the silence as he drove you down to the south from Seoul. Some sort of charity event you had to come to with your husband.

He was already there, making official visits and appearances, but you were expected for the gala. To smile and shine, like he didn't come there last night with one of his girls. Purposely in advance to get his fill of pleasure before he tends to duty.

Like, sometimes, when you really thought about it - you'd do that for him too. You really wanted to be his perfect little wife, before he stomped over your heart and cemented it six feet deep like it was some sort of foci of radiation. Why would you not? You had some sort of feelings towards him when you were engaged. You weren't sure he was honest, but you? You, stupidly, liked him.

If he needed his cock sucked every morning in some sort of specific way wasn't he supposed to tell you that? How'd you know?

It was, anyway, too late to think about that.

"Mrs. Suh, we're here." Jaehyun walked over the car, opening the door for you. It was the underground parking lot and the smell of exhaust immediately hit your nose. You sat unmoving, and once he realised you weren't moving towards your way out the car, he leaned over the door and peeked in to see you. "Mrs. Suh, we're at your destination." He said a little softer, watching your eyes blink slowly, focused on the console parting passenger's and driver's seat. "You have to get out." He walked out from behind the door and leaned inside the car, undoing the seatbelt for you. "Mrs. Suh?" he called out for you even softer, scattering your purse from the seat near you and putting it in your hands.

He let his touch linger on your hand a moment too long and he squatted, pulling at your wrist in his hold. "Your hands are shaking. Are you sick?" he knew you well enough to know it wasn't just any regular tremor.

"I know the girl he sleeps with is somewhere in there. I have no idea who she is. I have no idea if everyone knows this marriage hasn't been exclusive for years. If everyone knows who she is, except for me?"

"Mrs. Suh, your hus-." you snapped, moving your gaze at him. You knew the mantra he repeated. Like he wanted you both to believe it.

"He doesn't, no. Don't lie to my face. He can't love someone like me. Or maybe he can't love anyone at all. But I'm clearly not fitting his standard, and I'm having doubts that I should've even came down here. Should've called in sick." You turned more to him and grabbed his hand that still held yours, ever since he was able to feel you tremble, with your free one. "Drive me back to Seoul."

"No, Mrs. Suh. I've already told Mr. Suh you'll be ready for the red carpet in twenty minutes. I have to chaperone you there.” Jaehyun tried to free himself from your grip and move back. 

"No, no,” you felt even worse, losing contact with him and fell into panic, gripping onto his fingers tighter; Jaehyun took a breath in through his teeth.

"Mrs. Suh, please, let me help you out the car,” he’d pressed further and pulled onto your connected hands. 

"Jaehyun, I can't. Look at me. Really, look at me." Your hands shook his palm in your hold a little and you saw his eyes genuinely look at you.

Face, neck, décolleté, stomach, all the way down to your knees, stopping there only because he wasn't able to see you properly any lower.

"You look stunning, Mrs. Suh,” he concluded, looking back into your eyes.

You scoffed. "You're saying this only because my husband pays you."

"No, I'm serious. You'll be the most beautiful woman in there." He flexed his fingers under your hold and leaned in a little once more. 

"I don't believe you,” you let your head shake. Not him saying this, after he ran off like a scalded dog from you the night you kissed him.

Jaehyun contemplated a little. You expected everything from telling you to stop acting like a child and threatening you to call your husband to pick you up.

You didn't expect him to get on his feet again and lean in the car once more. Didn't expect his arm come out of your hold and onto your collarbone to keep you in place. Didn't expect his lips to land atop of yours and pull back the very next second.

He looked back at you, questioning? Seeking a reaction? Trying to figure out if this is not what you wanted? You couldn't tell, but you had this very strong gratefulness all of the windows on your car were tinted, including windshield, because Jaehyun's palm was able to stay on your collarbone safely as you processed the action and let your mouth curl up in a bit of pleasure.

"One more, and I could muster courage to come out,” you manipulated him the very next moment.

It seemed Jaehyun was in the mood to be manipulated, because he leaned in once more and pressed his mouth to yours more. This time you moved it against his and Jaehyun didn’t resist, kissing you back. Though he was still hyper aware of the place and action. 

It felt like the briefest moment of your mouths on each other, before he moved back, straightened his back and extended a hand, like he always did. You stepped out, taking his hand for support and ran your fingers down your dress to unwrinkle over your waist and legs.

He didn't pull his hand away like he usually did, allowing you to linger onto his touch for a good minute. You let his palm go and watched him close the door, getting in front of you to hand you over to your husband.

"You're stunning.”

“Mrs. Suh,” Jaehyun greeted you with a little bow of his neck, smile spreading across his lips. Only when his neck straightened back did he notice your husband’s presence next to you. It was hard to notice him in the crowd by the entrance of the dining hall, given the man barely ever ended up by your side. “Mr. Suh,” he greeted the man and looked down onto his shoes. 

“Jaehyun, please take care of my wife. Take her home safely.” Johnny briefly looked at the driver, then wrapped his arm around your waist, pressed his mouth into your cheek and let his palm fall onto your ass in an obvious act of a passionate husband letting his wife go back home early. 

Jaehyun’s eyes averted down to the ground the moment he clocked the acting. He wasn’t comfortable with your husbands hands on your body? Aww, you almost felt like crying. 

“Of course, Mr. Suh. I’ll make sure your wife is getting home safely.”

“Thanks bud,” Johnny grabbed Jaehyun’s shoulder and glanced at you. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, have to attend a dinner over here with the mayor about one of our new shopping centers.” You shrugged at the detail, what was the point of giving explanations? You were way past caring about that.

“The car is over there,” Jaehyun gestured with his hand away from the crowded entrance and you gladly walked away from the people that cooed at the display of affection played out by Johnny. 

Jaehyun’s fingers brushed against your side, guiding you away from the lights and the hall, and you found yourself shiver, feeling his fingers on your bare skin. “I’m sorry I had to park a little away, there’s a bit of traffic with everyone leaving and I figured it’s better we wa-,” he explained, but you didn’t care for an explanation; your fingers bunched up the material of his dress shirt over his chest and he’d stumbled to the wall confused with what was happening. 

Your eyes swiftly went to one and the other side and before he worked out the action your lips covered his, Jaehyun’s palms gripping your elbows because he was sure you two were falling. 

He moved his palm onto your cheek, kissing you back, but still pulling away. “Mrs. Suh,” he pushed you off his face and tried to create distance between your bodies. “This is not a safe place to do this, I have to drive you back home.” 

“Jaehyun, please.” You whined, hoping it would do the trick. 

It did, because Jaehyun’s fingers that kept distance between your faces pulled you in and you felt his lips move against yours, and it felt so fucking hot, being kissed like this, feeling his fingers crawl onto your waist and pull you closer to his body. 

“This is it,” you looked at him confused, panting. “We have to go.” He pushed you softly but with a firm hand and led you all the way down to the car, going before you even though usually he was walking behind, to protect you. 

Jaehyun stopped in front of the car and reached for the door, your fingers covering his to make him stop. “Can I go in the front sit?”

“Mrs. Suh, no, this is beyond inappropriate.” Jaehyun furrowed his brow like he didn’t just kiss you. Like he didn’t touch your bare back, did all the things that can be considered inappropriate by an outsider. 

“Stop calling me that, we kissed.”

“I’m still just your employee,” Jaehyun frowned and your fingers immediately ended up on his shoulder, trying to pull him in. You were acting crazy, doing stupid things outside, where anyone could see you. But it was important for you that he knows he’s not an employee to you. He won’t be just that ever again. 

“No, you’re not, not for me. I would kiss you right now if you’d let me.” Jaehyun took a step back to not be tempted and your arm fell down. 

“I can’t let you do stupid things, not here, at least. We need to get going, it’s late. Get in the car, please.” The tone of his voice softened, and the eyes begged you to behave, but if he wasn’t gonna touch you, you still could get your fill at least a little. 

“Say my name and I’ll obey.” You blinked at him, biting into your lower lip with a little smile. You were hoping that’ll make him make the right decision. Jaehyun’s eyes fell onto your lips and then back onto your eyes. 

He let a barely there whisper of your name past his lips and pulled onto the door handle once more. “Get in the car, please.”

You nodded, sitting down. 

“Jaehyun?” You called out from the backseat and his eyes immediately darted onto you through the rear view mirror.

“Mmh?”

“We’re not even in the city, no one is going to see; let me get in the front sit with you,” you flattered your lashes and leaned in closer to the front. 

“Why?” He let a barely-there smile past his lips and turned his head to you for the briefest moment. 

“Give me your hand,” you looked down onto his lap, his right hand tapping to the beat on his knee, and he’d given you the hand with no protest, both your palms immediately wrapping around it. You tried to move yourself forward, but seemingly Jaehyun’s hand was still twisted in a painful way. 

You moved quickly, turning his hand in yours and letting just the tips of your fingers intertwine with his. Your lips landed on the back of Jaehyun’s palm and as he processed the motion he let his fingers go between yours a bit further. 

“Can you drive off the highway and stop the car?” You peppered kisses over his knuckles. 

“Why? Is on the curb okay?” He turned around once more to look at you, not catching up, it seemed. 

“No, can you drive somewhere a little off the highway and stop?” 

“Ugh, let me see,” Jaehyun pulled his hand out of your hold and opened the maps app in the car, searching for any connecting roads that could take you somewhere else. “Okay, just five minutes,” he found one and put a pin to not miss the turn, gripping his hand onto the steering wheel; probably too awkward to give it back to you. 

You drove down to the turn in pure silence, turning to what turned out to be country road Jaehyun slowed down, looking at you through the mirror. “Should I stop?”

“No, just a bit further,” you guided him, “this, here, is okay.” You looked out the window satisfied with how far you’ve driven off the road and how empty it looked.

Jaehyun stopped the vehicle and turned around to look at you. 

“Are you not going to open the door for me?” You chuckled.

“Oh, shit-,” he swallowed and in a second was already opening the door for you. “I didn’t realise you were getting ou-,” Jaehyun was trying to apologise, but you couldn’t care less about that. You just wanted him to get next to you. You cut him off as soon as he closed the door, pushing him once more against a surface; this time a car and kissed him with everything that was in you. 

In comparison to the way Jaehyun previously kissed you, trying to stay collected and on alert, this time as your hands wrapped around his neck his went onto your waist and ass, flushing your body against his. His mouth moved in unison with yours, kisses so passionate and wild you were sure the sounds you were making were heard back on the highway. 

“Lock the car,” you pulled back a little to make sure Jaehyun registered what you were saying. He looked back at you confused, then moved you to the side and opened the door to get the key out of the car and in his pocket, pressing the button on the door to lock it. 

Your eyes immediately fell onto the Spirit of Ecstasy emblem hiding from your eyes, Jaehyun following your gaze. He looked at you confused, once more, so you took his hand in yours and led him all the way to the hood of the car that now had no objects that could hurt you if you laid on it. 

Jaehyun blinked, not making the first move, but giving you a chance to comprehend what you were doing, who you were doing this with. You needed none of this time. 

You led his fingers onto your waist and Jaehyun snugly grabbed your body, giving your arms once more an opportunity to pull him in by his neck. You smiled at each other before kissing and your heart exploded at the intimacy of those smiles; they meant so much more than anything else that happened, or was about to. 

Jaehyun’s mouth kissed the corner of your mouth and then went onto your cheek. 

“You can be honest about everything you want to do,” you let him know, in case he was doubting, and his mouth like on command trailed down your cheek and onto your chin, ending up against your lips. 

You once more couldn’t keep yourselves calm, you were expecting yourself at least to tone down the excitement, kiss him slowly, enjoy the feeling of his lips on yours. Not continue with chewing each other’s faces off. 

You found one of Jaehyun’s palms on your waist and sneaked it up your torso, until it cupped your boob, and then some more, until his burning digits ended up teasing your sensitive bud. 

You couldn’t really keep in the excitement, the feeling of someone wanting you; of someone finding you beautiful, attractive, arousing, all those feelings made you feel drunk and more vulnerable than they should’ve, because you were ready to moan into Jaehyun’s mouth just from the touch of his fingers. 

Your arms wrapped his neck tighter, even though his mouth once more trailed down your face, this time not stopping and making a line down your neck to replace his fingers with his tongue. The moment his wet, warm muscle met your nipple - your knees gave out and you felt so putty in his hands, you couldn’t see or hear a thing. 

You tried to lay back down, onto the hood of the car, being stopped by Jaehyun who’d caught the action, processed it and disagreed, it seemed. “Wait, princess, the car’s all dusty, I can’t let you lay down.” He pulled back and swiftly took his jacket off, wrapping your shoulders with it and allowing you down after.

 “I won’t go any further than you want me to.” Jaehyun let you know, with his mouth once more finding your chest. 

“I want you to go all the way.” You got on your elbows to make sure he caught that and he definitely did, his arms pulling you a little bit down to make sure your core met his. He wrapped one of your legs around his waist and pulled your dress up your legs, to let his mouth trail kisses from your knee and all the way up to your thighs. 

As you felt his lips press into your clothed heat, you pulled his head to your face. “I haven’t had sex in a while, go easy on me,” you smiled, blindly reaching for the zipper of his pants and stroking him up and down a little.

“I don’t have protection, we shouldn’t do it here ,” he let you know and moved his palm flat against your heat, circling his thumb. 

“I’m clean, are you?” He’d paused, shocked at the implication. 

“Are you sure?” Jaehyun blinked at you, stopping all of his motions. 

“Why would I not be,” you chuckled, finding him silly. “I’ve been sure about this for a little while,” you smiled, rubbing your palm against his cheek, forcing him to lean in. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.” You let the ghost of your lips meet his and this was enough of a force to get the doubt out of his head. Jaehyun kissed you, resuming the stroking right after. 

You were honestly impressed he wasn’t scared, wasn’t worried about the consequences of the action. You weren’t about to let anyone know what you did on your way home, or the way you’ve been flirting with him for weeks. He must’ve been sure in you, and himself. Or was too crazy to care.  

“Do I look okay or like I was fucked on the hood of my car?” You looked at Jaehyun as you got out of the car, holding onto his palm, and the way his mouth curled up in satisfied pleasure made your nerves calm down. He didn’t look like he was regretting it, you weren’t looking like you were regretting it. You two were fine. 

“No, you look pretty, no trails of… maybe I should’ve worked harder.” His face lit up mid-sentence as he came with the remark. 

“You worked good enough, my legs feel like jelly,” you let a little pout out and let go of his hand. 

“I’m sorry,” Jaehyun closed the door of the car and looked at you, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning?” 

“You should come up,” you shrugged.

“Is that really a good idea? I mean-, how would I explain that?” His eyes darted to the CCTV at the parking lot; but you knew he meant that, and then the cameras in the elevator, hall, basically all the way up to your apartment.  

“I need your help, the apartment is empty and I’m scared going there alone. I need for you to check it’s secure.” You frowned, speaking louder than necessary; if someone was about to check the cameras, though you had no idea if they also recorded audio, they’d hear a very good reason behind your invitation, huh. 

“Mrs. Suh, of course. Please give me a minute to park the car.” Jaehyun replied in his employee manner and nodded at you, speaking louder than necessary also.  

You waited for him by the door and quietly trailed all the way up to your apartment door which he expertly opened and walked in first. It took you great effort to keep an appropriate distance from him in the elevator. 

“I’ll go check the rooms, you should stay here.”

“No, I’ll go with you. Can we start with my room?” You blinked at him seductively and it seems Jaehyun worked out the implication only then. 

“Ah-,” he let out and slouched his shoulder a little, relaxed. “You didn’t actually mean it.” He let you get in front of him and walk him to your room, opening the door and inviting him inside. 

“Don’t you ever call me by another man’s surname when it’s just you and me. Ever.” You got in front of him as soon as he closed the door behind him. You had to call him out; he’d already said it four times at least after he’d been inside you. You couldn’t allow him to continue. 

“I’m sorry, Mrs.-,” he cut himself off. “What do you want me to call you?”

You closed the gap between your bodies, getting inappropriately close to him. Your fingers laid against his clothed ribs and it was taking ginormous amount of self composure on your side to not just jump him, because his simple presence in the same room with your bed made the air all thick and hot. 

“Princess was okay,” you got on your tip-toes and trailed his mouth with yours. “Honestly, anything, as long as it’s not that,” you let your palms sneak to his back, now hugging him by his shoulder blades. Jaehyun’s palms landed onto your cheeks. 

“Shouldn’t we… not do this here?”

“It’s okay,” you kissed his lips once more. 

“This is really-, no; not even really bad. We did something really fucked up, princess. I’m going to be dead if your husband finds out, and it’s not even going to be the worst outcome. What if he lashes out on you?” You pulled Jaehyun in with you to walk him to your bed. 

“Jaehyun, he doesn’t care. If we fucked right before his nose, he wouldn’t care. We just have to be careful of the cameras, and Mrs.Lee. She’s his father’s ally, she would snitch in no time.” You listed off the obvious things, “And we can’t talk through our phones in any other way than we did before.”

“Fuck, you have it all figured out, huh?” Jaehyun chuckled and let his palms onto your waist to lay you down onto the bed, getting himself on top of you. 

“I’ve been thinking about you for a while,” you kissed his jaw, flattering your eyelashes. 

“All this time you’ve been plotting to make me the other man? And I thought I was randomly catching feelings.” He’d chuckled to himself, letting his palms lift your dress up your body. 

“You caught feelings? Fuck-,” you wanted to tease, but his fingers boldly went into your underwear and onto your sensitive bud. “Okay-,” you gasped, your chest raising up rapidly. “Can you stay to fuck me all night?”

“But I have to leave, I need sleep to drive you safely tomorrow.”

“Jae-,” you moaned, feeling his finger get inside of you. “We could do something else tomorrow; something that doesn’t involve you driving too much.”

“What would that be?” He chuckled, leaving sloppy kisses over your neck and chest. “I have to take you to your plans, not make you make plans around my needs.” 

“My plan is to spend all my days on your lap,” you mewled. 

“You are making me so fucking hard right now.” Jaehyun’s lips trailed once again all the way to your mouth and covered it in a languid kiss. 

“I wish you could stay, but Mrs.Lee shows up at 5AM to cook breakfast and I couldn’t risk your position-.” 

“You don’t have to explain, I know.” Jaehyun paced his fingers, pumping in and out to get you off. 

Your head spun as you caught your high and Jaehyun’s lips kissed your entire face, neck, chest, shoulder, any skin that was accessible to his mouth - he covered it in care and passion. 

He didn’t stay lingering even a minute. As soon as he saw you look at him normally, he’d gotten up to leave, and you had to catch him to stop; actually jumping into his arms and kissing him for another ten minutes like you were saying goodbye for forever. He’d eventually put you down and reached for the door handle. You stepped back. 

You didn’t want to walk him out; didn’t want to feel sad about him leaving. Didn’t want to walk out your room and burst the bubble you were in. The bubble which had a man that wanted to be with you, the man to whom you mattered and who mattered to you. 

Jaehyun’s fingers teased the skin of your bare thigh draped over his waist, your arm hugging  his neck. He’d been trapped under you for about half an hour and by the way his caressing was turning into nervous taps you knew he was starting to freak out about all of this. 

He wanted to get up and get dressed and leave space between you two before Mrs. Lee returned from the market. You learned in the past month that he was quite an alarmist, but it was still endearing to a point. 

You raised onto your elbows and peppered kisses onto his lips, getting all of your body weight on top of his. 

“I don’t want you to go,” you rested your palm on his cheek and traced the freckle over there with your finger. 

“Princess, I do have to get up, otherwise this is going to be the very last time we’re-,” you let your pointer finger rest over his lips. You didn’t want him to say those words out loud. You couldn’t hear them, you couldn’t process them. 

The bliss this little affair was giving you, how content your heart felt when Jaehyun’s arm wrapped around your waist was battling with constant fear and anxiety, wish to have more and knowledge you weren’t about to get anything other than this. Just these morning hours when you could kiss him and touch him. 

A couple more chances do something like this with him also appear when you drag him somewhere you couldn’t be seen. 

Obvious stuff like hotels and parks was a no go zone for you, unfortunately. You couldn’t even go to a fast food chain and share fries on a dirty table. You’ve been known as a married lady and you couldn’t risk it. Just like Jaehyun said, every wrong move could lead to this being the last time you were in his hold and you didn’t want this thing to be anywhere near the end. 

“Okay,” you pouted, earning a sigh from Jaehyun that could only mean he gave in a little. He really did, pulling your face back in front of his and letting your mouths meet once more for a lingering kiss.

He’d moved his hands away and it was your cue to untangle your self from him. 

“You’ve skipped yoga for three weeks straight in favour of… this.” He did the buttons on his shirt and looked at you through the mirror. 

“In favour of you.”  

“Yeah, me.” He was done with his top and now put his pants on, making sure the shirt was tucked snuggly into them before he did the button and the belt. “Isn’t that going to get suspicious, at one point?” He’d chewed on his cheek and turned to look directly at you. “I don’t want you to get into any trouble, princess.” 

“No one would ever figure out why I’m skipping those.”

“Well, Mrs.Lee easily could.” Jaehyun sat down on the bed and you took it as an opportunity to wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss the back of his head. 

“What do you suggest?” 

“Nothing, I just worry.” Jaehyun’s arm patted the back of your head and you moved a little forward to line your head with his. 

“Then keep your worries to yourself, please.” You pressed your mouth into his cheek. “But seriously, I mean it, baby, he doesn’t care. Not a single fucking bit,” you let a bit of hurt to get out on the surface and Jaeyhun’s fingers held your head tighter, showing you that he was sorry that some other man didn’t love you at all. Yeah, you bet he was very sorry about that. 

“You haven’t told me how all of this even happened to you?” 

“I would love to give you an answer, but I don’t even have one for myself.” You told him something you’ve told him times before. You were hoping he’d let that question go, though you were probably naive to think he’d give up. 

“Okay,” he took your hand, kissing the back of it. “I do have to get out of here and wait for you outside.”

“Mmh, I love our morning cuddles.” You whispered into his ear and kissed it, letting him go right after. 

“Where are we going today?” He cleared his voice before asking, obviously trying to divide two undividable parts of his life. 

“I am meeting my mother today and I need to shop for John’s niece’s birthday we’re going to on Saturday.” You got out of bed and didn’t bother covering yourself with the sheets, walking to the wardrobe. 

“When you speak of him like that, it doesn’t even seem believable that you two are living in two different words.”

“I’ve practiced this manner of talking and acting about him for years. We keep the facade for our families and public; but it’s nothing but a facade. You don’t need to doubt it,” you turned around suddenly to look him in the eye. “Or are you jealous?” You tried to get to him, but Jaehyun flushed and urgently turned on his heel.

“I’ll be outside.” He quickly left you alone. 

“You have to tell me what happened to the driver that worked for you before me.” Jaehyun’s palm covered your bare knee, he’d been staring at it for a long time in pure silence and you figured out he was building up the courage to ask you the question. 

“He had to leave because of a family matter.” You let a sigh out and hated yourself for using the wording. Johnny loved to use that excuse. 

“That’s it?” Jaehyun pressed, and you didn’t want to lie to him. A bit of truth won’t hurt. 

“Johnny was jealous, he thought there was more,” Jaehyun’s brows raised. “There wasn’t! He was about ten years older and had a kind heart. He was a friend, a good friend. He never gave Johnny a reason to doubt his loyalty,” you held in a breath and paused. 

“In comparison to me,” you covered Jaehyun’s mouth with your finger.

“I think it’s Mrs. Lee who spread the rumour to the Suhs. Since it could’ve hurt their reputation they just fired him.” Your fingers caressed Jaehyun’s jaw, pulling his mouth to yours, but he’d resisted to move in closer. 

“You always say he doesn’t care, but he does…?” Jaehyun looked into your eyes and you could read I’m doomed in his stare. 

“No, he cares for his reputation, he doesn’t care about me. If his reputation is at stake, then yes-,” your caresses became more forceful, like that could calm his worries down. 

“Did you talk to that man-friend of yours afterwards?” Jaehyun stopped your hand and took it in his, “You’re sure all he got was being fired?” Jaehyun was scared for his life, now you could see it. You wanted to let out a scoff, but the fear was valid. You didn’t want to worry him, you didn’t want to fight, you just wanted it all to be as it is. 

“No-,” you swallowed. You didn’t dare to, and well, “I was busy and you showed up the very next day I realised it was going to happen. I was worried you were here to snoop - I didn’t want to put the man in trouble. I never did, and now it’s too late and I-.” You were lost for words, you took a hitched breath and closed your mouth. 

You could see more questions linger on Jaehyun’s tongue. Were you saying the truth? Was all of this true? If he’ll be brave enough to ask, you’ll be brave enough to tell him the truth. 

Jaehyun gave you a nod, and swallowed thickly. You knew he accepted your words. 

“You’re different, you don’t have to worry. You are everything to me,” you whispered and felt your own self shiver at the pureness of the confession. He caressed your cheek with his thumb and leaned in, finally covering your mouth with his.

TBC

It’s not that you wanted to be a lead hand here; it’s just what paid the best, and Jaehyun’s dad has always been an admirer of your father, the long-time Rodeo King of the state, so you know this job offer was something of a favour, although you make sure to pull your own weight with the labour even though you’re a woman.

The bickering is incessant, but what’s even more annoying is the fact that Jaehyun has somehow gotten even sexier with age.

His lean body has filled out somewhat, and iron-like muscles, built from working a ranch, seem to taunt you with every bale of hay he lifts. He’s a natural rider, and has a reputation for taming wild horses. 

You’ve leaned against the wooden fence after work hours, a beer in your hand, and watched him break horses for hours, stewing and simmering in silent rage and attraction.

He’s a pretty cowboy, set to inherit millions in equity, and he’s a playboy too.

Perhaps that’s what really makes you mad; the fact that all these dumb girls throw themselves at his feet. You’d been smart enough to see Jaehyun for who he was when you were fifteen, so what’s the excuse of these full-grown women?

It doesn’t help that he has his own little cabin, sleeping sweet and pretty a hundred feet away from the bunkhouse, where farts, coughing, and getting so drunk you puke on the couch is a normal thing. No girl - other than you - would be dumb enough to enter the Jung estate bunkhouse, not with the reputation all the other cowboys have. 

The Jung estate houses the most rowdy, bad-ass cowboys. They might be hung over or coughing up a lung, but you bet your ass and your chaps they’ll be on their horse working through hell and highwater… and then they have their pretty boy nepo leader.

You hate that he’s so good at the job, natural born as they say, or perhaps it’s because he spent his entire childhood watching his father and uncle do the job he’s now inherited. 

Regardless, you have strong feelings about Jung Jaehyun, and working in proximity to the man doesn’t help one bit, but without any other good options that could afford the wage you’re making now, you’re stuck with it.

Some day, something will give, and you’ve always known that will be the day you either fuck Jaehyun or kill him. It’s anyone’s guess as to which way it will go, and a butterfly all the way across state lines could easily start a small chain of events that dictates whose hands are on whose neck.

You only need to save up a little more money, and with more barrel racing competitions springing up as the summer months roll in, you just hope you can escape this place and cool down before it reaches a boiling point.

Summers at the Jung ranch are pure Hell, and surviving another one might not be as easy as it sounds for a horny hothead cowgirl who hates her nepo baby pretty boy boss. 

Two: 

The sun is beating down on you, and the air is so dry that breathing hurts your throat. But you have a job to do. Cattle need to be moved from this pasture to the next, and you’ll be damned if you let a bit of heat affect your performance.

You’re watching the left flank of the herd, and just when it feels like your team has reached a peak efficiency state, one of the cattle breaks off from the rest.

“Fuck,” you groan, veering your horse to the side to take off after the cow that runs toward the treeline. 

“Off on an adventure?” comes a voice through your walkie-talkie. You can practically hear Jaehyun’s grin, and it makes you grip the reins even harder.

Lifting one hand to grab the talking device, you click the button to respond. “This will only take a minute,” you insist. 

There’s no more communication as you and your horse trot into the wooded area that lines one of the creeks that zigzag the property. The cow is wading into the water, trying to escape the heat of the day.

Manuevering to grab your rope, you swing it through the air, aiming and succeeding in getting the rope around the cow. It struggles, pushing into the thick brush by the side of the stream, where the rope tangles.

“Fucking fuck!” you groan, hopping off your horse to follow the cow and untangle it from the greenery.

You wade into the water, and the cool stream helps you clear your head. You move carefully, training not to startle the cow as you begin to prompt it back toward your horse.

“Figured you’d need help,” comes a sigh, and you turn to see Jaehyun dismounting from his horse next to yours on the riverbed, his boots clicking on the smooth rocks. 

“I’m fine,” you snap. 

“Your rope is tangled; clearly you’re not fine.” Jaehyun shakes his head at you, adjusting the cowboy hat on his head as he wades into the water to join you with the cow. “These boots are expensive, you know.”

“I didn’t ask you to come into the stream. Besides, you shouldn’t be wearing gear to work that you don’t intend to damage by doing your job.”

Jaehyun clicks his tongue, standing alongside you as you both ease the cow out of the thicket. 

You sneak a sideways glance at him, admiring the sweat that makes his hair curl along the nape of his neck. The sun is making you lightheaded, and you quickly avert your gaze, trying to focus on your job even as the tension builds between you and Jaehyun.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get the cow back to your horses, and Jaehyun ties the rope to his own saddle while you wade back into the water.

“What are you doing?” he snaps.

“Give me all of ten seconds before you decide to go full asshole,” you glare, reaching down to splash some water onto yourself. A sigh escapes you as the coolness caresses your skin.

When you straighten again, you catch Jaehyun staring at you, and you look down to see that the water has made your white T-shirt stick to your skin. Your black bra is showing through the fabric. 

None of the other cowboys would bother to sexualize you; you’re too close to home, too good at your job to be dumbed down to just your body.

But Jaehyun… he’s too much of a playboy. He always looks. 

“See something you like, golden boy?” you tease, sloshing out of the stream to join him next to your horses.

“Was just thinking of something my father once told me,” he brushes you off.

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“Never to hire a woman unless she’s ugly or mean. You’re lucky, since you’re both.”

His words hang thick in the air, and the silence is dampened only by the soft gurgling of water over smooth rock, and light wind rustling through the trees.

“It’s times like these where I’m reminded how much of an asshole you are,” you say finally. “I might be a bitch, but we both know I’m easy on the eyes, or you wouldn’t be gawking at me.”

“I was not gawking!” Jaehyun scoffs.

“Really? Then look at me properly,” you challenge.

Jaehyun swallows thickly, turning to meet your gaze. You can see him struggling not to scan your wet form, and finally, he breaks.

“See!” you bellow, jabbing your finger against his chest. “You just checked out my tits!”

“So what if I did!?” he snaps, grabbing your wrist and tugging you closer. “What are you going to do about it?” 

Your body feels like it’s vibrating with pent-up emotion; your stomach is like a cesspool of aggravation, attraction, and annoyance. The heat, the close proximity to the royal douche of the Jung family line… the way his own shirt is sticking to his muscles with sweat… You can hardly think straight, so all you do is stare at the man who still has you captured by your wrist and pulled tight to his chest. 

Your gaze dips to his lips, and you notice the way his breathing catches. His grip on you tightens, and even in this heat-exhaustion-induced daze, you get the sense that Jaehyun wants to kiss you. 

You open your mouth, intent on saying something witty, but Jaehyun’s walkie-talkie clicks, and a voice cuts through the heavy breathing. “You two going to catch up now or later, boss?”

Jaehyun releases your wrist, grabbing his walkie-talkie. “We’ll be right there,” he responds, his eyes never leaving yours. 

It’s a solid three seconds before he moves again, practically pulling himself away from you so he can mount his horse. 

“Hurry the fuck up,” he snarls. 

“Fucking coward,” you mutter to yourself under your breath, rubbing a wet hand along your brow and steadying your hat. 

Your entire body is aching as you pull yourself up onto your horse, following Jaehyun out of the treeline and back to the herd. He drives forward, handing the rogue cow off to another cowboy before taking position at the front again.

You reclaim your spot on the flank, simmering in a hot, sticky anger, your body caught between desire and rage. 

What would you have done if he had kissed you? Would your body react, or would your mind have interjected? 

You reach for your saddlebag and pull out a water bottle, spraying yourself down with it in an attempt to further cool off. 

Another hot, sticky, pent-up summer is definitely not what you need right now.

Three:

The bunkhouse is as rowdy as ever tonight, and try as you might to drink a beer or two and settle down your own tumultuous mind, you can’t stop thinking about Jaehyun.

You need this job, if only for a few more weeks, and you won’t let this little creekside altercation throw off your financial timeline.

Slipping away from the other cowboys, you cross the field to Jaehyun’s cabin, warring with yourself. Your pride is screaming at you not to do this, but your logical mind says this is probably for the best.

You stop on his porch, sighing to yourself before you lift a hand to knock on the wooden door.

“Just a second!” Jaehyun calls, opening the door a sliver moments later.

“Oh, it’s you,” he says, eyes dark.

“Do you have a second?” you ask.

“Maybe.” 

You groan. “Look, I wanted to apologize for today, but if you don’t want to hear it, then you don’t want to hear it.” A female voice in the cabin draws your attention. “Wait, do you have a girl in there with you?” 

Your blood begins to boil, your fists clenching at your sides. 

Jaehyun chuckles, leaning on the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. “Why does that matter to you?”

“Because every girl you sleep with is stupid,” you fire back.

“Really? How so?” The amusement on his face is making you even angrier.

“If you didn’t have the last name Jung, you wouldn’t be a cowboy; you wouldn’t be anything!” 

“Says the girl riding the coattails of her rodeo king father,” he retorts.

You open your mouth, but no words come out. 

“If you must know, I was in the middle of a movie,” Jaehyun sighs. “But if you want to come in and check my bed for floosies, you’re more than welcome.”

He pushes the door open wider, and you stand on the threshold, unsure what to do next.

“Seriously, come tell me everything you hate about me,” Jaehyun muses, “it’s been a long time coming, and my dad says you’re planning on doing barrel racing full time for the rest of the summer, so if you don’t tell me now, you might never get to.”

“You know what? Fine.” You step into the house. “Let’s start with the fact that you’re a pompous asshole with the biggest ego I’ve ever seen.”

“And?” He sits down on a leather couch, pausing his movie and grinning up at you.

“You’re a manwhore!”

“That’s never been a crime.” He takes a sip from a crystal glass of what looks like whiskey that had been on the coffee table.

Why is he not getting mad? You want him to be mad. You want him to be as irritated as you are every time you see his stupid pretty boy face.

“I take back my apology,” you tell him. “It’s not my fault you lie to yourself and try to convince yourself that I’m not attractive. I bet you have to tell yourself that I’m ugly to even work around me, or you’d be popping a stiffy twenty-four seven like the prepubescent boy you are.”

Jaehyun chokes on his drink, and you revel in this small victory.

“Excuse me?” he coughs. “You’re the one who has to convince yourself that you don’t want to fuck me!” he insists. 

“Want to fucking choke you out, you mean!”

“You know what?” Jaehyun stands up abruptly. “There’s no point in taming a horse if it doesn’t buck.”

“What the fuck kind of metaphor is this!?” you gasp. “Are you comparing me to a fucking wild horse?” 

“Maybe I am,” he leans forward, a grin twitching on his lips. “Maybe I’m not.”

Your entire body feels hot with annoyance, and you clutch your fist, staring at Jaehyun. You want to wipe that stupid smile off of his face.

“Surely you don’t expect me to make the first move,” you say between gritted teeth.

“I kind of do, though.” 

You release an angry groan, turning to walk out the door of Jaehyun’s cabin- and that’s when a hand wraps around your wrist.

“Don’t be like this,” he sighs.

You look down at the slender fingers that dig against your skin. “You have three seconds to let go of me.”

“Or what?”

“Three.”

“Two.” His grin widens.

Just as you’re about to say ‘one,’ Jaehyun tugs you to his chest. His free hand cups your cheek, and he presses his lips against yours.

You let out a squeak of surprise, not having expected him to actually make the first move, given his pompous reputation. 

He kisses you deeply, his lips parting as his tongue teases your teeth, looking for entrance. 

You can’t help yourself; you kiss him back, opening your mouth to allow him to taste you as you grab him by the belt, roughly tugging him closer.

Jaehyun grins. “Was that so hard?”

“Don’t push your luck, cowboy,” you groan, panting with desperation from one simple kiss.

“Or what?” his thumb strokes your bottom lip, and he stares down at you with eyes that sparkle mischievously.

“Or I’ll leave you high and dry.”

“I doubt you have the self-control to pull away now,” he whispers, leaning forward so his lips can ghost your neck.

A shiver runs through you, and you tighten your grip on his belt, willing yourself to let go, to push him away… but you can’t. 

You’re in too deep.

You want this too much to throw it away.

Your body is yearning for him, all the anger and irritation transformed into an insatiable need that leaves your mind clouded with lust.

“You’re the one holding onto me,” you snarl, your wrist still in his grasp.

“We’re holding onto each other; there’s a difference,” he points out, thumb stroking your skin while you stay gripping his belt. 

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you whisper.

“Why would it?”

“We’re both just… letting out some anger.”

“Keep convincing yourself, sweetheart; it doesn’t matter to me how you justify this to yourself.”

God, he’s so aggravatingly sexy. 

“Take back what you said earlier,” you tell him.

“What did I say earlier?”

“When you called me ugly and mean.”

“Fine. You’re not ugly, but you’re a self-proclaimed bitch, so I can’t take back your own words.” 

“Well, you’re an asshole!” you fire at him.

“Uh huh.” He nods. “And?” 

“God, I hate you!”

“Part of you likes me,” he grins, tracing his fingers down your neck while your skin goosebumps from the contact.

“Part of you likes me more,” you retort, cupping the front of his jeans where his cock is practically aching through the denim.

“Fuck,” Jaehyun groans, jolting slightly, clearly caught off guard.

“You react like a virgin,” you tease. “I thought you were Mister Big Shot, a different woman every night.”

“I really don’t know where you got that idea,” he glares, pushing your hand away from him. 

“I see all the girls you invite in here; it’s like a brothel.”

“There might be a perfectly good explanation for that.”

“Yeah? Like what?” 

“Well, um…” Jaehyun swallows thickly.

“Like I said, man whore.”

He sighs deeply. “And you’re a bitch.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.” He smashes his lips against yours, pushing you until your back is to the wall. The kiss is filled with desperation, and his hands slip to your waist, keeping you pinned while you grab at his shoulders, unwilling to let him pull away even if he wanted to.

Your entire body is surging with hot energy, your heart thundering in your rib cage as you deepen the kiss. You begin to push at his shirt, eager to strip him of his clothes so you can finally touch the muscles that have taunted you for ages.

Jaehyun’s lips move down to your throat, and he sucks on your sweet spot, allowing you to haphazardly strip his torso. You wrap a leg around his hip, needing stimulation. Your core is hot, and you can feel your panties getting wetter and wetter, confined by denim, and as uncomfortable as ever.

Jaehyun grabs the bottom of your shirt, and he lifts it off your head, throwing it to the side before his mouth makes contact with the swell of your breasts.

You trace the muscles of his shoulders, groaning and writhing against the wall. In one quick motion, Jaehyun grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. He looks down at you, his face only inches from your own while you both try to catch your breath.

“You were trying to tease me in the creek today,” he muses. “Getting all wet like that.”

“It was hot,” you insist. 

“Too hot,” he agrees, licking his lips. “I wonder what would have happened if the other cowboys didn’t contact us.”

“As if you would have bent me over the rocky creekbed,” you scoff.

Jaehyun’s grip tightens on your wrists. “Maybe I would have.”

“Are you really that insatiable?” you taunt. “Can’t even focus on work when a good pair of tits are in view?”

Jaehyun practically growls. “It’s your tits and that smart mouth of yours.”

“So you like it when I’m bitchy.”

“You have your moments,” he admits. 

“Is this a degradation kink sort of thing?” you laugh. “Does the rich pretty boy want to be spoken down to for the first time in his life?”

“No, I like to be challenged.” His free hand goes for the front clasp of your bra, and a moment later, your bare breasts are exposed. Jaehyun licks his lips, looking down at you. “But it looks like you’re all bark and no bite.” 

“Let go of my hands and you’ll see how much bite I have,” you counter.

“In a minute.” Jaehyun leans down, capturing your nipple between his lips while you writhe against the wall.

God, it feels so good.

You enjoy being immobilized like this. After so much annoyance, so many days of bickering- being pinned to a wall while Jaehyun sucks on your tits feels like a pretty good reward.

And the way he groans as he worships you, clearly enamoured with your breasts- it inflates your ego in the best possible way.

You wiggle your hips, needing friction, and Jaehyun acquiesces. He lets go of your wrists, tearing your bra off entirely before he reaches down and lifts you up. Your thighs wrap around his hips, and Jaehyun presses his lips to yours as he carries you off toward the back bedroom.

For a moment, you’re just two cowboys, clad in jeans and belts, torsos bare, enthralled with each other in a passionate kiss before he tosses you carelessly onto his mattress.

“Take your jeans off,” Jaehyun says dismissively, working on his belt. 

“Do it for me,” you grin.

He pauses, looking down at you. “Why are you always so difficult?”

“Why can’t you be a man and take off my pants for me?” you retort.

Jaehyun releases a deep sigh, then, to your immense surprise, he sinks onto his knees at the foot of the bed. He carefully takes off your cowboy boots, one at a time, and then he grabs your jeans, roughly tugging them down your legs.

“Satisfied?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Not even close.”

“No?” He hooks his fingers in your panties, tugging those down your legs next. “How about now?”

“Maybe I’ll be satisfied once you put your mouth to a better use than asking dumb questions,” you sigh, relaxing back against the mattress lazily.

Never in a million years would you expect Jaehyun to drag you to the edge of the bed by your ankle and immediately put his mouth on your wet core, but that’s exactly what he does.

You let out a squeak of shock, and he adjusts your legs over his shoulders, locking you in place with firm hands while his tongue pushes into your aching hole.

He stares up at you, a challenge in his eyes.

You bite your lower lip, refusing to moan for him. Throwing your head back, you shut your eyes, basking in the pleasure.

Clearly, Jaehyun wants you to whimper, because his lips wrap around your clit, and he adjusts slightly, pushing two fingers into your wet hole.

You grab at the bed sheets, refusing to make a sound, but with each lewd suck, it’s becoming harder and harder to control yourself.

Just as you think you’re doing a good job refusing to make a sound, your hips wiggle on their own accord, grinding down against the fingers that repeatedly stroke your g-spot.

You can feel Jaehyun smile as he continues to suck on your clit. 

“Stop holding back,” Jaehyun murmurs, pulling away to look up at you. “I know you want to moan. How much self-control are you putting into staying quiet when you could be giving yourself to me the way your body wants to?”

“How do you know what my body wants?” you force out, trying not to sound breathless.

“Well, you’re dripping onto my bed, your pussy has my fingers in a vice grip, and you’re holding onto my sheets like you want to rip them up. I’d say those are all pretty good signs that you are enjoying this, so why try to act like you’re not?”

“Maybe you don’t deserve to hear me moan,” you fire back.

“I don’t?” Jaehyun laughs, applying more pressure to your g-spot. “So you’re just going to cum while not making a sound?”

“Who says I’m going to cum?”

“Your noisy pussy does, sweetheart. I know when a girl is close, and you must be aching for it right about now.”

You hate that he’s right.

“How about this: if you don’t stop holding back, I’ll stop making you feel good.” 

“No!” you blurt out, hating how your own body is betraying you.

“So be good, and start fucking moaning.” Jaehyun brings his mouth back to your clit, and for the first time, you let a loud moan escape you.

Jaehyun groans in response, sucking on you harder while his fingers work you open. 

Now that you’re not biting your lip and fighting it, sounds bubble up from you unhindered. Without focusing on holding back, you can give yourself to the pleasure, and your muscles clench as the pressure builds.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Jaehyun-”

He finger fucks you even faster, a silent confirmation that he wants you to cum.

You begin to wiggle your hips, chasing the orgasm that soon crashes into you.

Your back arches off the bed as pleasure surges through your entire body, your pussy throbbing with ecstasy while he works you through your high.

“Don’t stop!” you whimper, loving the way he continues to suck on your clit until you’re bordering on the oversensitivity zone.

Your sounds fill the cabin, and you don’t even care anymore.

All that matters is the pleasure that he’s providing you, and you’re a gasping mess by the time it slowly starts to subside.

Jaehyun pulls his fingers from your wet pussy, sucking them clean while he looks up at you.

“You taste like peaches, cowgirl,” he muses, a shockingly sweet sentiment as he rises to his feet.

You stare at him, speechless, eyes trailing down his chisled torso. He has a small, dark treasure trail that leads from navel to waistband of his jeans, and as he pulls off his pants, you can feel yourself drooling.

“Condoms are in the bedside table,” he muses as he shrugs off his briefs, leaving him naked and glorious.

“Are you clean?” you ask, licking your lips.

“Yeah, you?”

“Uh huh. And I’m on birth control.”

“So you’re saying…”

“I want it raw,” you confirm, unable to help yourself.

Jaehyun laughs, shaking his head as he joins you on the bed. “For a girl who claims to hate me so much…”

“I like that I like, don’t let it inflate your ego,” you snap, sitting up and grabbing him by the shoulders. You push him onto the bed, mounting him easily. “Now it’s your turn to moan for me.”

Jaehyun blinks up at you, silent as you grab the base of his cock and line it up with your wet entrance. You sink down on him, throwing your head back while you both groan.

“I should have realized you’d like being on top,” Jaehyun says lazily as you begin to find a pace that works for you. “You’re a barrel racer after all.”

“All cowboys just want to be ridden,” you retort.

“Okay, little miss know-it-all.”

You sigh, resting your hands on his chest to anchor yourself while you ride him. “Shut up.”

“I thought you wanted to hear me.”

“I want to hear you moan; I don’t want to hear your bullshit.”

Jaehyun chuckles, the hands on your hips starting to help you move up and down on him. “Faster.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you snap, purposefully slowing down to tease him.

Jaehyun groans in annoyance, letting his head fall back against the pillows as he looks up at you. “You look good like this.”

“I know.”

You reach over to his bedside table, grabbing the cowboy hat that sits there, then you put it on your own head.

“Fucking hell,” Jaehyun moans, his eyes sparkling as he looks up at you.

“I want to see you buck now,” you grin slyly, turning the tables on his earlier sentiment wherein he proposed you were the wild horse.

“Yeah?” He licks his lips. “Try not to fall off.”

Jaehyun’s hands tighten on your hips, and you steady yourself above him. He begins to move his hips, thrusting up to meet you while you take everything he gives.

God, it feels good to be on top but not having to do any of the work. You grab your own breasts, pinching your nipples for maximum pleasure while he fucks up into you.

“Good boy,” you grin, looking down at him.

Jaehyun’s cheeks are flushed, his muscles clenching with effort as he rails up into you. He’s panting and groaning, coming completely undone for you while his gaze stays transfixed on your body.

You reach down, rubbing your clit while your core tightens around him. Jaehyun releases a grunt, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Make me cum like this,” you instruct. 

“Needy bitch,” he groans, biting his lip as he stares up at you.

“Mind your tone, asshole.”

He scoffs, but then his thrusts become even more determined, and he chases after your release, intent on following through with the challenge.

You close your eyes, tilting your head back while you pinch your nipple and play with your clit. “Just like that,” you tell him, moaning desperately as your muscles begin to tighten again.

A few more rough thrusts and you topple over the edge, releasing a whine as your orgasm ravages your body again-

Suddenly, Jaehyun grabs you, rolling you so you’re now on your back.

“This is my hat,” he tells you, taking it from your head and placing it back on the nightstand before he buries his face against your throat, fucking you even harder and faster now that he’s in the dominant position.

Your pussy is still throbbing, your orgasm shuddering through you as he plows into you.

“Jae!” you gasp, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while he marks your sweet spot with wet bites and licks.

“Fucking take it,” Jaehyun growls, ravaging you like a mad man- like a guy who has been as pent up over sexual aggression as you have.

Your whines get louder, your core still throbbing with desperation- 

And that’s when Jaehyun cums. He lets out a deep groan, burying himself as deep inside of you as he can while his cock twitches, spilling his cum inside of you.

You gasp, legs wrapping tight around his waist, unwilling to allow him to move an inch or pull away.

He continues to moan in your ear, the muscles in his back twitching under your touch while your pussy milks him of his orgasm.

You can feel his heart thundering in his chest, and you’re both hot, sticky messes. 

His high begins to subside, and he half collapses down against you, still trying to catch his breath.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you remind him.

“But maybe you’ll consider staying here.”

“Staying here? In your bed?”

“No, on the ranch,” he laughs. “I know you want to barrel race, but you could keep working here too.”

“I thought we hated each other.”

“We do, but this is the best sex I’ve had in a very long time, as much as I hate to admit that,” he sighs.

“I knew you had a thing for women who put you in your place.”

“And you seem to like men who treat you like shit but give you what you need in bed.”

“Maybe we both have our flaws.”

“That’s fine with me.” He pulls away from your throat, looking down at you. “I want to do this again sometime.”

Your words get caught in your throat. It’s unlike him to admit vulnerable things like this. 

Jung Jaehyun is admitting he wants you.

“Fine,” you say, acting like it’s an annoyance, “but I don’t want to see any more girls coming through your door.”

“So there are rules now, huh?” he laughs.

“Why would I want to fuck a manwhore?” you taunt.

“Why would I want to fuck a bitch?”

“Because she has the best damn pussy you’ll ever have.”

“I hate that it’s true,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Fine, no other girls, but only if you promise not to leave in two weeks like you planned.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Don’t take too long considering it,” he warns. “If you take your time, I might regress to an asshole again.”

“You say that as if you’re not still an asshole.”

“Bitch.”

“Douchebag.” 

You stare at each other for a second, and then Jaehyun crashes his lips against yours. You groan as his tongue invades your mouth, and you can feel him getting hard inside of your pussy again.

You’re not sure what you’re getting yourself into with this one, but one thing is for certain: you still have a lot of pent-up aggression that could be funneled into this sexual relationship. 

Releasing anger has never felt this good.

Maybe you will stick around… but not because Jaehyun asked you to… definitely not. 

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In this past year, you and Jaehyun haven’t gotten any easier to be around. The incessant bickering, the back and forth, the name-calling- no one enjoys seeing the two of you within five feet of each other on work days.

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Jaehyun sighs into your side, drifting deeper into sleep, and you follow your thoughts as they weave through campus. They bathe in the white glow of the full moon hung heavy in the sky. They sparkle with the mischief that daydreams so often do, teasing you forward with the all of the hopes that they promise. Beckoning you closer. Asking you to step outside of yourself, to leave the present moment, and wrap your attention around them. Focus shifting to the future. 

You see yourself, years from now—maybe 5, maybe 10—walking barefoot across the hardwood floor of the New York apartment you’ve been manifesting since you were 13. It had materialized, a pin in your mental vision board, over afternoons spent sitting on your mom’s couch, binge watching HGTV and reading Architectural Digest. Forbes 30 Under 30 list splayed out on the cushions next to you even as your teeth still ached with the tightness of the braces the dentist had convinced your parents you needed. 

Row upon row of leatherbound volumes line the shelves of your office—designed especially for your future self. Richly stained walnut furniture contrasted by soft white walls. The air is crisp with the scent of mint and spruce. An assertive combination inteded to enliven the senses and clear the air of the staleness of time. A booming law practice in the city—criminal prosecution. Defending the word of law. From those who would seek to silence it and for those without a voice to defend themselves.

Your parents teased you about it for years. Every time it was your turn to pick a Friday night movie, they knew it could only be one of three choices: Philadelphia, The Rainmaker, or Legally Blonde (when you were in the mood for something light). 

For your 14th birthday they got you a miniature gavel. For your 15th, a novelty Law & Order t-shirt emblazoned with Rafael Barba’s face. For your 16th birthday they finally accepted how serious you were about your future and got you the selection of books you had been asking for for every previous birthday. 

For them, this dream of your was always something they half-expected you would abandon. Likely to change your mind as soon as you got out into the ‘real world', or started branching out socially. Dating, new friends, new hobbies. After all, don't most teenagers go through phases? Changing their minds at the drop of a hat as they develop their tastes and inclinations. 

For you though it had never been an abstract. Never anything other than an absolute certainty just waiting to come to fruition. You were occupied daily with it. Goals to achieve, targets to meet, data to collect. A future as solid and unwavering as the mattress beneath you. Propping you up as you moved forward with all the determination that reaching that goal required of you. 

Every move had been calculated, every step had been leading you to this future version of yourself. Your life in the heart of the city, at the heart of justice. 

Every move—save one. 

The oneshots are all standalones and aren't directly connected, but they all trace their roots back to this pivotal moment — the story that defines who they are and the complicated love they can never seem to let go of.

While Jaehyun’s character revolves around his idol life in Ilichil, Yuta and Taeyong will also play key roles, as their lives are heavily intertwined with the unfolding of Jaehyun and Y/N’s relationship.

Feedbacks are always welcome!

🍒 YUTA NAKAMOTO

Valentine’s Surprise #2 | wip

From Milan to Paris | wip

Remnants of the night

🌹 TAEYONG

Beneath the Chuseok Moon

Steamy Tokyo Holiday

🍑 JAEHYUN

We’re Unconditionally Timeless

This is the backstory of Jaehyun and Y/N’s tumultuous relationship, the foundation, the beginning of everything—where their relationship starts to unravel and set the stage for what follows.

One step at a time

Thread of a Promise

In the shadow of their love

Valentine’s Surprise #1 | wip

Shenanigans and Splashes

Misfit Love | wip

Love you too much

Heart Spilled Drunk

Jaehyun and you were like a couple out of puppy love, splashing around in the pool, the warm sun reflecting off the water as laughter echoed between the two of you. You tossed water playfully at him, watching his eyes narrow mischievously as he swam towards you “You think you can get me wet?” he teased, a confident smile tugging at his lips.

“Oh, for sure I can,” you replied, flicking another splash in his direction.

But just as you turned to escape from his counterattack, Jaehyun made a move, gently pulling you back toward him by your wrist. “Want to get you wet elsewhere, baby” he whispered into yours ears 

“Ha.ha.ha you wish!” You said sarcastically, swimming away from him quickly, the water rippling as you moved, but Jaehyun, being the competitive one, swam after you with ease. As you turned back to see him, he was already behind you. The cheeky grin on Jaehyun’s face never faded. Letting his intrusive thoughts take control, he swiftly tugged at the string of your bikini top, causing it to loosen.

Startled, you instinctively grabbed onto it, holding it close to your chest, shooting him a mock glare. “JAEHYUN!” you exclaimed, your voice a mix of mock frustration and laughter.

Jungwoo, who had been floating nearby, burst out in laughter at the sight of you scrambling to secure your bikini top. “Hyung, you are so dead,” he said between chuckles, shaking his head at Jaehyun’s antics.

The laughter caught the attention of the other members who had been lounging by the pool.

Jaehyun put his hands up in mock surrender. “Just a little harmless fun.”

In defeat, you made your way to the side of the pool, your eyes locked with Doyoung’s, who had been sitting with his legs dangling in the water, watching the chaos unfold. “Ugh help me, please,” you said, throwing him a pleading look, knowing that out of everyone, he was the one who might actually take your side.

He offered you a hand. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today” he said with a laugh, his voice teasing but sincere.

With one hand still holding onto the fabric of your bikini, you reached out to him, and he quickly lifted you up to sit on the edge of the pool. As you settled yourself on the ledge, you could still hear the faint echoes of Jaehyun’s laughter in the background.

Without needing you to ask again, Doyoung quickly got to work, his movements efficient and steady as he gently retied your bikini top with ease. His calm demeanor contrasted with Jaehyun’s and Jungwoo’s laughter still filling around the pool. 

“Is it secure?” Doyoung asked, his voice neutral as he glanced up at you and gave a brief, thoughtful look. His tone was matter-of-fact, with a touch of subtle attention to detail.

You nodded, relieved, and gave him a grateful smile. “You’re a lifesaver, Doyoung.”

“Baby,” Jaehyun called out to you from across the pool, his voice dripping with that familiar teasing tone. You could feel his eyes on you, but you ignored him, crossing your arms and pretending not to hear.

Doyoung just shot him a playful look, the corner of his lips twitching as he replied, “Next time, try to keep your intrusive thoughts in check.”

Suddenly, you felt a warm presence behind you. Without warning, Taeyong wrapped a soft towel around your shoulders, his arms gently resting on you as he gave you a comforting smile.

“Thank you, Taeyong,” you said softly, feeling warm and bundled up

Taeyong patted your shoulder lightly before looking over at Jaehyun, his expression also turning playful yet firm. He gave Jaehyun a look and said, “Try anything else, and you’ll have to deal with me.” His tone was light, but the underlying warning was clear.

“Noona, I’ll help you take revenge!” Haechan shouted with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Before one knows it, he pounced on Jaehyun from behind, pushing him underwater. Jungwoo quickly jumped in to join him, pulling Jaehyun down further as they both began to attack him together.

Jaehyun resurfaced, completely caught off guard. “Hey! Shouldn’t you guys be on my team?!” he exclaimed, clearly not expecting his playful banter to backfire in such a hilarious way.

Jungwoo, still clinging to his shoulder, cackled. “Not when you’re out here pulling bikini strings, hyung!”

Mark, always quick to join in, dove into the pool with a dramatic splash, sending water flying in every direction. “Aight, Spidermark is here!” he said, striking a playful pose as he resurfaced, looking every bit the superhero he claimed to be.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your sulkiness fading completely as you watched the boys defend your honor in the most ridiculous, over-the-top way. They were fully committed, attacking Jaehyun with all their might. 

“You guys are insane,” you said between giggles, thoroughly entertained by the sight of Jaehyun desperately trying to escape their grip.

As the playful chaos continued, Johnny and Yuta strolled in from the clubhouse, towels slung over their shoulders with their drinks in hand. They stopped short at the edge of the pool, watching Jaehyun getting tag-teamed by Haechan, Mark, and Jungwoo.

Johnny raised an eyebrow, watching Jaehyun flail in the middle of the water as Haechan and Mark relentlessly splashed him. “What did I miss? A full-blown mutiny?”

“You had one job, Jaehyun. One. Job.” Yuta chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against the railing. Johnny, always the protector, grinned, clearly amused by the antics going on in the water. 

Haechan, clinging to Jaehyun’s back like a koala, yelled, “And that job was to behave! But nooo, horny hyung was activated!”

Johnny gave Jaehyun a mock salute. “Prayers up, bro. You’re on your own.”

Jaehyun, who had been trying to dodge the attacks, was now surrounded, his laughter mixing with their playful taunts. And somewhere behind them, Mark let out a maniacal laugh as he cannonballed onto Jaehyun again.

“You’re done for, hyung!” Haechan laughed, sending another wave of water in Jaehyun’s direction.

The pool had officially become a splash battleground, and Jaehyun? Completely outnumbered. The members had him cornered, every time Jaehyun tried to break free, someone pulled him back—Haechan grabbing his arm, Jungwoo pushing from behind, Mark drowning him with splashes. 

Taeyong looked every bit the disappointed parent. “Ten bucks says he tries to bribe us for backup in the next five minutes.”

“Five?” Doyoung raised an eyebrow. “I bet he’ll start crying in three.”

Johnny chuckled, leaning back against the poolside. “I give him two, tops. He’ll be begging for mercy before you even finish counting.”

Sure enough, as if on cue, Jaehyun, now fully submerged in water with Haechan clinging to his leg and Jungwoo refusing to let go of his waist, shot them a look of desperation.

You just sat there, wrapped in Taeyong’s towel, laughing so hard your stomach hurt. 

"Baby, help me please!" Jaehyun called out for you, his voice tinged with agony as he tried to wiggle free from the tangled mess of limbs in the pool.

"You deserve that!" You glanced over at him, arms crossed, trying to keep a straight face. But you couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Jaehyun flashed you his best puppy-dog eyes, water dripping down his face, and his hair plastered to his forehead. "I promise I'll be good! I'll be good for you in bed tonight. Whatever you want."

The members chuckled at the absurdity. Even as he fought for his freedom in the pool, Jaehyun was still clutching onto his horny little agenda like it was a life raft.

Haechan, bobbing in the water like a smug little duck, shot Jaehyun a look. “Hyung, even when you’re drowning, the horny never dies!”

Jaehyun dramatically slapped the water, sending a splash in Haechan’s direction. “It’s not my fault I’m consistent!” he huffed, trying to untangle himself from Mark, who was now straddling his neck with his feet like he was riding a wild water buffalo.

“Consistently down bad,” Mark snorted, clinging on tighter with zero intention of letting go. “Seriously, hyung, it’s like you’re ovulating or something.”

The pool erupted with laughter. “Mark!” Doyoung choked, nearly falling backward from where he was perched on the ledge. “You can’t say that!”

“I said what I said!” Mark grinned. “I fear no man… except maybe Jaehyun’s inner thoughts.”

Johnny, now casually floating on a pool noodle, raised a hand. “Let’s be honest, Jaehyun’s inner thoughts are a public safety concern at this point.”

You, from your cozy seat at the edge of the pool, just sipped your drink and laughed. “That’s what you get for messing with me.”

“Not even a little sympathy?” Jaehyun pouted. 

You leaned back slightly, the corners of your lips twitching up as you feigned ignorance, “Sympathy? Oh baby,” you said sweetly, “you lost that privilege the second you pulled on my bikini top like it was a drawstring bag.”

Jaehyun clutched his chest like you’d stabbed him. “Wow. Betrayed by the love of my life. How heartless!” he muttered.

“You’re lucky I didn’t body slam you like Jungwoo did,” you replied dryly, though a small smile tugged at your lips.

“Still would’ve been worth it,” he grinned, water dripping from his eyelashes as he blinked up at you.

Haechan fake gagged. “Okay. Someone please drown me in bleach. I can’t swim in this pool anymore.”

Taeyong looked skyward. “God, it’s me again. Please send stronger brain cells to our Jaehyun.”

“Down bad and defeated,” Yuta called out, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Truly tragic.”

After what felt like an eternity, Jaehyun finally slipped free from their hold as the boys began to lose steam. He dramatically flopped onto the green floatie, arms sprawled, staring up at the sky, “What’s the point of being good looking if I can’t have a little fun?”

“You’re so good looking, you forget that you also need self awareness,” you quipped, giving him a playful side eye. “It’s called balance.”

Jaehyun turned his head toward you, his grin returning, eyes twinkling mischievously. “You’re my balance, babe. Without you, I’d be a hot mess... actually, I’m still a hot mess, but at least you make it look good.”

“Keep going, and I might just let you keep some dignity... but don’t push it.”  you teased, crossing your arms.

Johnny, still on his pool noodle, raised a brow. “Dignity’s long gone, my guy.”

Jaehyun’s grin only widened, clearly unfazed by your playful threat. “I’m not pushing it, I’m just stating facts. I’m charmingly reckless, and you very much love it.”

“Reckless? More like dangerously clueless,” you shot back, but there was no denying the warmth in your smile.

He waggled his eyebrows. “Dangerously charming, too.”

An echo of groans and exaggerated scowls came from the boys, who were all too familiar with Jaehyun’s confidence.

“Come here, my love,” Jaehyun said, floating toward you with a dramatic flair, holding out his arms like a knight on a horse, ready to sweep you off your feet.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide the amused smile tugging at your lips. “You’re such a dork,” you muttered, but the magnetic pull of his over-the-top charm was impossible to ignore.

You couldn’t resist. And just like that, you gave in, swimming towards him and joining him on the floatie. The moment you settled beside him, he wrapped an arm around you, grinning like he had just won the battle. You were equally down bad for him, and you both knew it.

"Don’t act like you weren’t already planning this," Jaehyun teased, resting his chin on your shoulder while sneakily planting kisses along your neck. "You know I’m irresistible."

“Don’t get too comfortable, keep your hands to yourself, yeah?” you said, trying to sound stern, but the soft smile on your face betrayed you. “You’re still on probation, your dick is not getting out of your pants.”

"Excuse you, we are still here!" Taeyong’s voice echoed from the edge of the pool, making everyone burst into laughter again. 

Jaehyun and you made it a habit to visit his parents every month, spending the weekend at their home since it was nearly a two-hour drive to the other side of Seoul.  

Jaehyun always seemed more at ease during these visits, slipping into a relaxed version of himself, no longer the idol or the actor, but simply a son enjoying the warmth of home in his parents’ presence. These weekends had become a refuge, a time when the world slowed just enough for him to feel truly grounded.

His parents had also grown incredibly fond of you, claiming you as their daughter-in-law long before Jaehyun even called you his girlfriend. 

In the mornings, you would accompany Eomma to the market or stroll through the department store, chatting about anything and everything as she guided you through her favorite spots.  

Meanwhile, Jaehyun would spend the morning catching up with his dad at home, sometimes helping with small tasks around the house, other times simply enjoying coffee together with their favorite LP spinning softly in the background.  

Afternoons were spent at home, relaxing and unwinding. Preparing banchan with his mom for you two to take home or just lounging around, savoring the warmth of family time.  

Evenings were reserved for a cozy, home-cooked family dinner, followed by a movie night where Jaehyun always let his mom choose the film, even if it meant rewatching one of her old favorites.  

Later, the two of you would take a quiet walk around the neighborhood, hands intertwined, breathing in the crisp night air as Jaehyun brings you to his favourite pocha for supper as he reminisced about his childhood. How he used to race his bike down these very streets or stop by the corner store for ice cream after school

If not for you insisting on this routine early in your relationship, Jaehyun would likely only see his parents every few months or on special occasions. Over time, he grew to appreciate your effort, cherishing these visits as a way to recharge and spend quality time with his loved ones despite his busy schedule.

This particular weekend, however, was different than usual. You and Jaehyun had a little argument the night before, left unresolved before both of you went to bed. It lingered in your mind, keeping you up all night, tossing and turning, waking up every few hours until you couldn’t take it anymore. You glanced at the clock and it was 4:30AM. Needing some space to clear your head, you decided to start the day early and drive down to his parents’ place on your own.

You left Jaehyun a message on the counter before making your way out, “Already on my way to your parents.”

With that, you grabbed your keys and quietly stepped out, hoping the fresh air would give you the space to sort through your thoughts.

With the roof down on your convertible, you let the cool morning air brush against your skin as you cruised along. The chill R&B playlist set the tone, its smooth beats filling the car as you navigated through the quiet, early morning traffic. You arrived at the house just as the sun began to rise, casting a soft, golden light over the quiet suburban street. You turned off the engine and sat in the car for a while, allowing yourself to soak in the peaceful atmosphere and feeling the stillness of the morning. 

Eomma was already up, watering her little garden in the front yard, while Abeoji sat in his usual corner by the side of the house, engrossed in his morning reading.

“Oh my, Y/N! What brings you here so early? Are you by yourself? Where’s Jaehyun?” Eomma asked, glancing behind you with surprise, clearly wondering why you were here without him.

“Morning, Eomma. Morning, Abeoji. Jaehyun had some things to do, so he’ll make his way here later.” you replied casually, brushing off her question about why you were here so early. You weren’t ready to dive into that just yet.

“Have you had breakfast? We were just about to finish up here and go prepare. Let’s go inside.” Eomma said, gesturing toward the house with a warm smile.

You nodded, feeling the comforting familiarity of being in their home. “That sounds great, Eomma. Thanks.” You helped clean up the little garden tools, placing them back in their designated spots before following her inside. The door opened to the inviting smell of food already steaming on the stove. 

The three of you sat down at the table, and the meal was wiped off in no time, the conversation flowing easily as you ate. Afterward, you took charge of washing the dishes while Eomma and Abeoji cleaned up the table. You could hear Eomma chatting away with Abeoji, their voices a comforting backdrop to the sound of running water as you scrubbed the dishes, lost in thought.

Eomma came into the kitchen, and you turned to her with a bright smile, “The market’s about to open, let’s go together after this!”

Eomma paused, giving you a knowing look. “Y/N, you’ve been yawning away during breakfast. You clearly didn’t sleep well last night, which explains your early visit. It’s still early, go catch some sleep, alright? No need to accompany me today.”

“B-but I…” you began, not wanting to back out.

“No buts.” she interrupted gently but firmly. “Abeoji will go with me today, okay? Just stay home and rest. We will be back shortly.” With a soft but purposeful gesture, she turned you around and gently pushed you out of the kitchen, as if to say, “That’s enough for now.”

“Thank you, Eomma,” you said softly, giving her a grateful smile as you made your way out of the kitchen. It felt nice to be looked after, and for a moment, the weight of everything from the night before seemed to lighten. With a sigh, you made your way to the bedroom, ready to take her advice and catch up on some much-needed rest.

You dozed off immediately as your head hit the pillows, the exhaustion from the night before catching up to you. Before you knew it, you were stirred awake by the soft, familiar melody of The Carpenters drifting in from the living room. Which only meant one thing, that Jaehyun had arrived.

You freshened up and made your way out of the bedroom. As you entered the living room, you spotted Jaehyun sitting on the couch, talking to his parents. Without a second thought, you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. 

Jaehyun froze for a moment, stiffening at the unexpected gesture, but then he relaxed and returned the hug, understanding that you were trying to shield his parents from sensing anything out of place. The embrace was brief, but in that moment, it was enough to create a sense of normalcy in front of his family. You pulled away and smiled, trying to ease the tension before turning to his parents, who seemed none the wiser.

To avoid any conversation between the two of you, you quickly shifted your attention to his parents. “I suggested to Abeoji that we have samgyeopsal tonight. Eomma, what do you think?”

Eomma’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “That sounds perfect, it's Jaehyun’s favourite! We should already have everything we need in the fridge.” She beamed, clearly excited at the idea of a hearty family meal.

Abeoji chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “Good choice, Y/N! Adeul, my daughter-in-law really knows you so well.”

Jaehyun just gave a small nod but didn’t push any further. His lips curled into a small smile as he looked at you, the atmosphere a bit lighter now with the focus back on his parents and the meal ahead. The subtle tension from earlier seemed to ease, if only for a moment.

The rest of the afternoon was spent catching up on Culinary Class Wars, the show his parents had recently become hooked on. You found yourself laughing along with them as they debated the contestants’ cooking styles. The light-hearted conversations and the warm atmosphere washed off the tension that you and Jaehyun had the night before.

TIme passed quickly and it was already time for dinner. The sizzling sound of the samgyeopsal on the grill filled the room as you all gathered around the table, ready to enjoy the meal together. Jaehyun was cooking the meat while you sat beside him, helping to arrange the banchan and pour drinks. Jaehyun’s quiet focus on grilling the meat was a stark contrast to the lively conversation happening around the table.

The folks were chatting away, enjoying the food and laughing at something Abeoji had said. Even though you were still charging at minimal conversation with Jaehyun. You glanced at him and noticed how relaxed he looked, his figure no longer tense, and his smile a little softer.

As you passed the cooked meat to Eomma, she smiled at you. “See, Y/N? You’re already fitting right in with our family traditions. It’s time to make it official, don't you think?” she said warmly, causing Jaehyun to glance at you briefly while you gave an awkward smile. 

Jaehyun’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, his expression unreadable, but you could see the subtle shift in his demeanor. The weight of his mother’s words hung in the air, but neither of you spoke for a few seconds, the room suddenly feeling a little quieter.

Eomma, sensing the slight awkwardness between the two of you, chuckled softly, trying to smooth things over. “I’m just teasing, Y/N. No pressure at all.” She reached over to gently pat your hand, her smile still warm and welcoming.

Abeoji, ever the relaxed one, joined in with a playful grin. “It’s always good to have you here, Y/N. We’re glad Jaehyun found someone who loves him as much as we do.”

“Thanks, Abeoji, I’m also very happy to be here.” You said while offering a soft laugh to break the tension.

Jaehyun put some banchan in your bowl gently. “Here, your favourites.” he said quietly, his voice no longer strained.

You nodded, accepting them with a light smile “Thanks.”

Jaehyun, though quiet, seemed to relax a little more at the shift in tone before returning to his task of grilling the meat, his focus back on the task at hand. As the night wore on, the atmosphere became even more comfortable. The soft clinking of the glassware filled the space while Eomma and Abeoji joked around and shared stories as the meal continued.

After everyone had their fill and the food was cleared. You, Jaehyun, Eomma, and Abeoji moved effortlessly through the cleanup, working together in a rhythm that felt almost like second nature. 

And once everything was done, you decided to call it a day and excused yourself to the room. Jaehyun followed you behind, intending to address the issue from the night before and talk things through with you. But before he could gather his thoughts, you were already out to the bathroom for a shower, leaving him alone, waiting for you to return.

As he settled himself on the bed, there was a gentle knock at the door. Jaehyun glanced up to see Eomma standing there, holding a plate of fresh fruit.

“Adeul, eat some fruit. Make sure to leave some for Y/N.” she said with a warm smile, offering him the plate.

“Thank you, Eomma. You’re the best.” Jaehyun said, taking the plate from her gratefully.

Eomma gave a playful smile. “Yes, I know I’m the best. But I also know something’s going on between the two of you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Jaehyun chuckled, a bit sheepish. “Hahaha, your son’s an actor, and he still can’t deceive you.”

Eomma raised an eyebrow, her tone turning more serious. “Cut the nonsense already. What’s wrong?”

Jaehyun sighed, leaning back on the bed as chewed on his fruit. “It’s nothing really, just a small argument and we didn’t really resolve things last night.” he admitted quietly, his tone heavier than before. “But I’ll handle it. Don’t worry.”

Eomma’s gaze softened as she looked at Jaehyun, sensing that there was more to it than he was letting on.

“Are you sure?” she asked gently, her voice filled with concern. “Y/N’s been off all day.”

Jaehyun hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering towards the bathroom door outside of the room where you’d gone in. He took a deep breath, his fingers gripping on to the fruit skewers tightly. Eomma studied him carefully, her motherly instincts sharp. She set the plate of fruits down on the nightstand and moved closer, gently placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to handle it alone, Jaehyun.” she said softly, her voice full of concern. “You know we’re always here for you. But sometimes, talking things out is the best way to make it right. That’s the way to a happy marriage.”

Jaehyun let out a sigh, his eyes flickering toward the bathroom door again afraid that you might walk in any minute. “About that, Eomma… can we not talk about this in front of Y/N for now?”

“Why, Jaehyun? I don’t understand. Both of you have been together for almost five years. Isn’t it time to start thinking about a family? Y/N has always wanted children, hasn’t she? And you too. What’s holding you back?”

Jaehyun ran a hand through his hair, visibly struggling with the weight of his emotions. “Okay, fine… I’ll tell you, but promise me you’ll stay calm.”

Eomma nodded, “Go on.” her voice laid with concern. 

“Y/N was pregnant…” Jaehyun’s voice cracked slightly, and he paused, gathering himself. “But it wasn’t meant to be. It was an ectopic pregnancy. She had a miscarriage last month.”

Eomma’s hand dropped from Jaehyun’s shoulder, expression shifting from concern to something deeper, something harder to read. She placed a hand over her heart, trying to collect herself from the news. The silence between them grew thick as she absorbed his words.

Jaehyun’s voice wavered, guilt evident in his eyes. “Eomma, I’m very sorry. Apart from that, I… I cheated on Y/N earlier on. And she found out right after the miscarriage. She didn’t take it too well at that point.”

As the hurt from the miscarriage was still palpable in her eyes. Her eyes widened in shock, her hand instinctively covering her mouth trying to collect herself, but she couldn’t and burst out in tears. 

Her tears flowed freely as she struggled to catch her breath, her sobs shaking her body. She hit Jaehyun’s chest lightly, her fists weak from the weight of her emotions. “Jeong Yuno, how could you? ” she cried out. “How could you do this to Y/N… the woman who loves you wholeheartedly. Especially when she was already going through so much.” She said as she choked on her words in between her sobs.

Jaehyun stood there, frozen, his chest aching from the blows, but he didn’t flinch. He deserved every bit of it. His head hung low, eyes watered while the guilt suffocated him, as he stood in front of the woman who had raised him, who had always been a steady source of love and support.

You paused in the doorway, eyes wide as you took in the heartbreaking scene before your eyes. Seeing Jaehyun standing there with a pained expression while his mother was crying in front of him, your heart clenched as you understood what had just happened. Jaehyun must’ve told his mother everything.

Sensing someone by the door. Eomma’s tear-streaked face met your gaze, and it didn’t take long for the realization to dawn on her. She wiped her eyes quickly, attempting to gather herself, but her voice trembled with a mixture of sorrow and concern. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I didn’t know about any of this.”

Not moving, you stood there, lips pressed tightly together. The storm of emotions you had been holding back finally began to break through. You had known about the cheating before, had found out about it in the most painful way possible at the worst time, but hearing it from Jaehyun’s own lips still struck a raw nerve. 

Seeing the pain it caused Eomma, it was like everything crashing down at once. The weight of her words hung in the air. You cast a brief glance at Jaehyun, eyes betraying the hurt that you had been holding inside. “It’s okay… It’s not your fault, Eomma.”

Without saying anything else, you moved towards Eomma, pulling her into a warm embrace. Eomma stiffened for a moment but then leaned into you, the sobs quieting as you guided her away from the room. 

As you left, your chest tightened with each step, mind swirling with emotions you had tried so hard to keep buried. You took deep breaths, willing yourself to stay composed. For Eomma’s sake, if not your own.

You gently guided Eomma to sit down, hands steady despite the storm within yourself. Without a word, you poured a glass of warm water and placed it into Eomma’s trembling hands.

Eomma looked up at you, eyes still glistening with unshed tears. “I should’ve known.” she whispered, her voice heavy.

Offering a small, sad smile. “You couldn’t have. And even if you did, it wouldn’t have changed anything.”

Eomma took a sip of the water, her grip tightening around the glass. “But I could have been there for you.”

“You’re here now.” you said softly. “That’s all that matters.”

Eomma's voice wavered as she reached for your hands, her grip firm yet full of sorrow. “Y/N… I sincerely apologize for my son’s behavior. I failed as his Eomma.” Her eyes brimmed with regret, her pain evident in every word.

You shook your head immediately, the hold on Eomma’s hands tightening in reassurance. “Please don’t say that. You are not to blame for his actions.”

Eomma let out a shaky breath, her shoulders slumping as she whispered, “I raised him to be better than this.”

“You did.” saying softly. “He made his own mistakes, Eomma. This isn’t your burden to carry.”

Tears welled up in the older woman’s eyes again, but this time, there was something else in them, an unspoken gratitude, an understanding that even in heartbreak, kindness still remained. 

You gave her a small, reassuring smile, squeezing her hands gently. “Don’t worry about us, Eomma.” you whispered, “We’ll be okay… somehow.”

Eomma’s tears slipped down her cheeks, but she nodded, seeing the quiet strength in your eyes. “You’ve always been so strong,” she murmured. “Stronger than I could ever be.”

“I don’t know about that. I just… I have to be.” Letting out a small, bittersweet chuckle. 

Eomma reached up, cupping your cheek with a mother’s warmth. “No matter what happens, you will always have a place in my heart, Y/N. Always.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat and nodding, blinking back your own tears. At that moment, words weren’t necessary. The love and understanding between the both of you spoke louder than anything else ever could.

It took some time for Eomma to calm down, and eventually, exhaustion from crying lulled her into sleep. Gently, you draped a duvet over her before quietly retreating to the bedroom, closing the door softly behind you.

You stood by the door for a moment, watching Jaehyun’s figure tremble as he tried to stifle his sobs. The sight of him like this, so vulnerable, so unlike the man you had known for years, made your chest tighten.

Jaehyun wasn’t one to cry, not openly or to you at least, not even when things got unbearably difficult. But here he was, breaking apart in the dim light of his childhood bedroom, his back to you as if he couldn’t bear to let you see him this way.

A sigh left your lips, barely audible, but it was enough to make him freeze. He didn’t turn around, didn’t try to wipe away the evidence of his grief. He simply sat there, shoulders hunched, waiting, perhaps for your words, perhaps for your touch, or maybe just for the silence to swallow him whole.

You took slow steps forward, stopping just behind him. For a second, you hesitated. Then, despite everything, the pain, the betrayal, the lingering wounds. You reached out, rubbing your hand lightly on his shoulder.

Jaehyun inhaled sharply at the contact, his breath unsteady. “I’m sorry.” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I’m really sorry for everything, Y/N. You never deserved this.”

You closed your eyes, letting his words settle between you. You weren’t sure what to say, or if there was anything left to say at all. But at that moment, with his body shaking beneath your touch, you simply stayed.

He looked up, eyes meeting yours for a moment, and though neither of you spoke, there was a quiet understanding that you were both doing your best to navigate the unspoken spaces between the both of you. And in that instant, whatever composure he had crumbled. A shuddering breath escaped him as he broke down once again, the gravity of his actions hitting him like a tidal wave.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around him and hushed him softly, gently guiding him against your body, offering quiet comfort as he let his tears flow freely. You stayed like that for a while, the silence between you heavy but healing. Crying to yourself every day after everything unfolded a month ago, you had become numb at this point, the emotional toll so overwhelming it felt like a part of you was detached, floating just above the pain.

“I didn’t mean for things to escalate like that.” He muttered over your shoulders.

Pausing for a moment, letting his words settle in. Slowly, you turned to face him. There was an intensity in his eyes, a silent plea, but beneath that, you could see the raw vulnerability.

“I know you didn’t,” you replied softly, your voice steady but carrying the weight of your emotions. “I really don’t want this to affect our relationship, and I didn’t want to keep dragging it on either.”

Jaehyun’s gaze softened, his brow furrowing as he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as it brushed against yours. “Y/N, I wish I could take everything back. Especially the things that made you feel this way.” His voice broke with sincerity, his eyes brimming with regret.

You could feel his pain, but your heart weighed even more with the same confusion, the same ache. You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. “I know, Jaehyun. But some things... can’t just be taken back. It’s not about the apology anymore.”

His hand tightened around yours, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. 

You looked at him, trying to find the words that didn’t feel like empty promises. “I need time. To heal, to understand everything. And so do you. We both need time to figure out how we can move forward from here.”

He nodded, his face a mix of guilt and helplessness. “I’ll wait. I’ll wait as long as it takes.”

Jaehyun's eyes softened as you spoke, the weight of your words hanging in the air between you both. He took a shaky breath, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly.

"We will figure it out," you muttered, more for yourself than for him, but it seemed to bring him some comfort. "We will be okay."

He nodded slowly, his expression weary but determined. "I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N. To make things right." His voice was steady now, though it still carried the remnants of the pain he had been holding onto.

You squeezed his hand gently, offering a small, reassuring smile. “We both will.” It wasn’t a promise of immediate resolution, but it was a promise of trying, of not giving up on each other just yet.

For a moment, there was only heavy silence between you both, the space filled with unspoken emotions, unaddressed fears. You didn’t have all the answers, and neither did he. But maybe, just maybe, time was the only thing that could help heal the wounds that had been left behind.

"Do you two know each other?" One of the girls, Bella, you learned her name was, asks, her head swiveling between the two of you.

You nod, clearing your throat, "he's best friends with my ex."

"Was," Jaehyun quickly corrects, cheeks rosy, "we're not friends anymore."

One of the guys, Sam, speaks up, "whoa, what happened there?"

"Jaehyun was the one that told me I got cheated on," you reply, hoping it comes off as nonchalant and not hurt. Lord knows your ex has done enough damage to your self-esteem, you don't need his mess to affect you in the villa too.

Murmurs erupt around the group, a mix of surprise and consolation. You shrug it off, answering questions that the islanders toss your way. You go through the usual spiel of your age, job, where you're from, last relationship, and length of said relationship.

"Wait, what's your type?" One of the guys, Leo, asks.

You hum thoughtfully, "I don't really have a type physically. I think I prefer a guy who is silly and makes me laugh, kind, good values, loyal, a gentleman, and respectful. In any sort of connection I just prefer to build a friendship before focusing on the romantic aspect."

Another guy, Ben, smacks Jaehyun on the back with a smirk, "you have an in, dude!"

You're quick to dispute any romantic interest in Jaehyun before the girls pull you for a chat. The girls break down the current couples of the house but reassure you that no one is closed off quite yet. Everyone is still feeling each other out and obviously the partnerships were based on initial physical attraction, though some girls seem more eager to close things off than others.

You all chat for a while, giving each other your worst date stories before you hear a throat clear behind you. "I was sent to call you over for your boys chat," Jaehyun states awkwardly as he tucks his hands into his pockets.

You laugh softly, taking his extended hand as you step down from the platform and bid the girls goodbye. "Funny seeing you here," you tease with a gentle nudge of your elbow.

"Of all the places on earth," Jaehyun chuckles in agreement.

The conversation with the guys goes almost identically to you conversation with the girls, but it's so obvious that some of the guys are laying the flirtation on thick. One day in the villa and they're already thirsting for the next piece of meat on legs. You wonder if they're actually here to find love or have fun. Despite that, you accept all their compliments, absorb all the information they're giving you, and even let Tony give you a tour of the villa.

Tony is nice, handsome and definitely confident. He walks you through the villa, showing you through each area. "And here we have the bedroom," he tells you with a dramatic wave of his hand, "this is mine and Mei's bed, but it can be you and I's if you play your cards right."

Somewhere on the tour of the second floor, one of the couples, Sam and Luna, join you before you all end up on the last stop, the kitchen. You're not sure how much time has passed, but you're both exhausted and happy to snack on chips while you make conversation with everyone around you.

When bedtime is finally called, you're grateful to be in a fresh room, clean faced, and in a soft bed. You settle beneath the covers and sigh happily. The first day is done, you survived and everyone seems nice. The apprehension you felt just a few hours ago is long gone, and you're relieved to have been welcomed warmly.

Over the course of the next couple days, you make your way around the villa, getting a feel of every guy, well, almost every guy. You're polite with Jaehyun but also hyper aware of how odd the situation is. You never felt romantic feelings for him when you hung out before coming on the show, so why would those feelings be there now? He was handsome, sure, that was undeniable, but why put forth effort for something you already know isn't there?

You've spent most of your few days in the villa getting to know the rest of the guys, feeling out potential vibes and connections. No one has fully blown you away, but you know you're looking to build a solid foundation of friendship before diving headfirst into romance.

Tony almost immediately took himself out of the running with his joke on night one and the fact that he is hardly subtle about keeping his gaze on your face and not your chest when he pulls you for conversations. The other girls have shared their same experiences, so it's pretty clear Tony is just there for a summer of exploring rather than actual love. He also seems incapable of talking about anything but his gym routine, his meal prepping, and his muscles. Conversations with him never seem short enough.

Thankfully, the other conversations go semi-better. Sam manages to sneak Luna into every conversation you two have which makes you melt. In the course of the week, you find yourself even giving him advice on how to woo Luna, you already love them together so you won't be stepping on any toes there. Ben is also nice, he's funny, but tells you after just a couple conversations that he's not feeling any romantic chemistry with you. You can't fault him for his feelings and you appreciate his honesty. All signs lead you back to Leo.

Leo has been nice. You both have a decent amount in common and he's very keen to get to know you, constantly pulling you for chats that always end with you clutching your stomach with laughter. As fun as the conversation are though, nothing clicks right away. There have been no sparks, but you force that self-sabotaging voice to shut up. Your journey will have to take some time, especially since you want to build a friendship first. You just have to take it all day by day.

At the end of the first week, in the middle of your conversation with Leo, your phone dings loudly. "I got a text!" You shout, jumping to stand up on the couch, "Islanders, tonight there will a recoupling, boy's choice. As bombshell, I will get the opportunity to have first pick of the boys."

The boys cheer excitedly and the girls eye each other nervously. You dance excitedly on the bench, stopping only when you hear a snort of laughter from the kitchen. You stop, a playful glare focused on Jaehyun, "I get first choice, Jae. If I were you, I'd be flirting my ass off instead of laughing at someone else's happiness."

"I'm not laughing at your happiness," he rolls his eyes playfully, "I'm laughing at those horrible dance moves."

Your jaw drops in mock offense as he shuffles away to a lounger to chat with his partner, Maya. You bid Leo goodbye as you seek out his current partner Jade to let her know where your head is at. You don't want it to be a shock to her and you certainly don't want to let your decision ruin the friendships you're already forming.

"You have nothing to worry about," Jade reassures you with a tight embrace, "I know you're not in the best spot, coming in as a bombshell and having to steal a guy. I really appreciate you letting me know though."

You let out a long exhale, slumping back against the swing seat while wiping fake sweat from your brow, "you're the best. Seriously."

Just a few hours later, when the sun has set and the cool sea breeze has begun to blow, Ariana, the host, struts toward the fire pit where you're all waiting anxiously. She smiles at you all making small talk about your experiences so far before she instructs the rest of the girls to stand in front of the fire pit and calls your name, "as the bombshell, the first choice of the first recoupling is yours. Who would you like to couple up with?"

You exhale softly, wringing your hands together as you stare ahead nervously over the flames of the fire, "I want to couple up with this person, because he's been super nice and we have good conversations. It's early days, but I think we're on the right track to building what could be a great relationship."

"So the guy I would like to couple up with is…" you pause, "Leo."

Leo beams as the islanders around you clap and cheer. He keeps an arm around you as the rest of the villa goes through the recoupling. You're hardly able to focus as your heart returns to it's normal heart rate after the anxiety of making a speech and choosing your first partner.

"Jade, as the only girl not in a couple, you are now single and vulnerable," Ariana recites, making your stomach lurch with guilt, "but you're journey isn't over yet. Get your flirt on, make some connections, and I'll see you all soon."

The tension lifts at Ariana's words immediately. You give a casual pat to Leo's thigh before crossing the deck to hug Jade and apologize once more for leaving her single. She waves you off, jokingly telling you that now she has the upper hand to get first dibs on the next bombshell to enter.

The next day, you find yourself refilling your water bottle when someone clears their throat harshly behind you. You jump at the startling sound and turn to find Jaehyun standing there with an amused smirk, "can I pull you?"

You nod, taking a sip of water before following him up the stairs to a sunken daybed that's been named with neon lights, 'Soul Ties', "don't make a habit of scaring me as your greeting."

He holds out a hand to help you down the steps before you settle into the pillows with a hum, ignoring the unexpected spark of warmth at his touch. Jaehyun extends his arms on the edge of the bed, stretching his legs out before he turns his gaze to you, "so I noticed you've been avoiding me."

You cough, cheeks hot at his bluntness, "I would hardly call it avoiding. I'm being polite, getting to know everyone, taking advantage of getting to know new people and all that."

"You've had a conversation with every guy but me since you got here. Hell, you're even talking to Tony more than me and I know he doesn't make eye contact. Yeah, you have been polite, but you've been super…" he trails off.

"Charming, beautiful, and amazing?" You offer with a smile.

"Awkward." He corrects with a straight face, "Look, I know the last time we saw each other wasn't the best time, but we were friends. We can still be friendly here. I don't want you to feel awkward around me or feel like you have to avoid me because I was the cause of your last relationship ending."

"No way!" You quickly interrupt, reaching out to place a comforting hand over his own, "my last relationship ended because of his shitty actions. You were the messenger of the unfortunate news but I don't fault you for anything. You were incredibly brave and kind to tell me that. I'm really sorry I've been weird around you. I don't want to ruin your experience here or make you feel like you can't talk to me either. You're right, we can be friends again. It's actually really nice to have someone from home here."

"It is nice," he agrees with a soft smile before letting out an exhale of relief, "How's your mom?"

Your brows furrow in confusion as you reel back, "you remember my mom? When did you guys even meet?"

"One time I had to drop you off at home when you got too drunk. You told me your parents' place was closer so I took you there. Nice lady," he explains simply. From there, it's easy to get lost in conversation. You both reminisce on your time before the villa before any drama even went down for hours, hardly even noticing the sun slowly sinking on the horizon.

In the midst of your laughter, a pair of slapping sandals draws your attention toward Maya, Jaehyun's partner who stands with her arms crossed and a smile that looks sweet at first, but the longer you look up at her, the more irritation you see. "You guys have been up here all day! I almost forgot you recoupled with Leo last night," she laughs brittly.

Jaehyun clears his throat as he stands, holding his hand out to help you up, but Maya's gaze burns, so you instead get up by yourself. "We were just catching up, we're old friends, remember?" he attempts to ease the tension.

"Right, friends. Glad to see two friends getting close. Let's go, Jae," Maya instructs, wrapping a hand around his wrist to drag him off before you can even get another word in.

The tension Maya brought with her makes your hair raise and want to get away as soon as possible. Still, you can vaguely make out Jaehyun's voice telling her, "I'd actually prefer if you called me Jaehyun."

You amble down the stairs with your brows pinched, walking across the lawn toward Jade who sits on a lounger beside Leo on pool deck. Leo perks up, patting the spot at the end of his chair for you to take a seat, "hey there!"

"What's with that look?" Jade snorts.

Your gaze is drawn back up to the second floor, where Jaehyun and Maya sit outside the beauty room in a conversation of their own. "I just had the strangest interaction with Maya, like she was mad I was talking to Jaehyun, who I've already said is just a friend, or something," you mumble as you set your water bottle down.

"Oh shit!" Leo laughs as he sits up, "I thought you were avoiding him because the girls had already given you the full rundown. Maya is… she's intense."

"Intense how?" You ask slowly.

"She waltzed in on night one and refused to actually take part in the ice breaker challenge until she had conversations 'of substance' with each of us guys because she's not looking for a summer fling—" Leo explains before Jade cuts him off.

"She's here looking for a husband," Jade chuckles as she twists her hair up and clips it back, "she deemed Jaehyun the most husband-like of all the guys and has her claws sunk in him. It's only a week in so obviously he's still taking it slow. I think her before bed conversation is how many kids she wants."

"Sheesh," you wince, "she does sound intense."

Leo runs his hands through his hair with an amused smile, "beside that, you had a good conversation though?"

"Yeah, no more weird vibes," you confirm before playfully narrowing your gaze between your two fellow islanders and a lazy point between them, "reigniting sparks here?"

"We were actually planning a threesome between the three of us," Jade quickly responds.

You tense, blinking blanky at her. Leo reaches over to smack her arm as he begins to cackle, Jade joins and you slump down in relief, joining in on the laughter. You wipe tears away from the corners of your eyes, "I think the two of you are going to be a problem for me."

Jade shrugs with a bright smile, "you'll learn to love it."

That night, after avoiding Maya and her harsh glare, you jump onto your bed and pull the covers over your legs. Leo is on the far side of the room practicing some kind of handshake with Ben. Jaehyun flops onto his back on the bed beside your own, his microphone discarded on the bedside table between your beds. Being in the bed beside Jaehyun and Maya never felt weird before, but now it does. You're overtly conscious of your actions as you keep your gaze low and pull off your microphone, winding the cord neatly.

"Hey," you hear Jaehyun say.

You peek over at him from the corner of your eye, feeling your cheeks heat at the sight of him. His hair is messy and damp from his shower and chest bare and tanned from a week in the sun. He looks unbelievably comfortable in his pajama pants but also unbelievably handsome with his glasses on. You don't trust your voice and instead arch your brow at him in response.

"Do you still like vanilla lattes?" He asks as he turns on his side to face you.

"Yes…"

"Awesome, I'll whip one up for you in the morning."

You don't even get the chance to dissuade him when the rest of the girls come pouring into the room. You instead lay down, turning to face Jade now in her own bed on the opposite side to make conversation before Leo comes to bed.

You're nearly asleep, Leo is knocked out beside you as you turn away from your partner to find a more comfortable position, when you hear a soft whisper of your name. You open your eyes, gaze unfocused for a second before you see the soft wave of Jaehyun's hand, "good night."

You pull the covers higher to conceal your smile before whispering, "good night, Jae."