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“Let’s try this one next.”

Your eyes widen just the slightest after reading the name of the product on the sleek, metallic packaging: Ultra-Sensitive Thin condom – 0,01mm

“No.” The answer comes out immediate.

Across the table, Hyunjin only tilts his head, completely unfazed, like you’ve just told him the sky is blue instead of rejecting his idea outright. “Why not?” he innocently asks.

Because the way he says it so casually, so easily like this whole thing is just a game, like last night was just another item to check off a list— You place your mug down a little harder than necessary that it makes a muffled thudding sound against the wooden table. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

Hyunjin raises a brow. “What?”

“You,” you say, pointing at him briefly before dragging your hand back. “You treat this whole thing like it’s your playground.”

He lets out a quiet scoff, leaning back in his chair. “I am taking it seriously.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.”

“You’re not.”

Hyunjin straightens slightly, a hint of defensiveness slipping into his expression. “You’re the one who keeps complaining.”

“Yeah,” you didn’t even try to deny it and that seems to throw him off for half a second.

You lean forward slightly, resting your forearms on the table. “Yeah, I complain. But it’s nothing about the test.”

His eyes narrow just a little, index finger rubbing over his lower lip. “Then what?”

“It’s how you approach it,” you answer while staring at him. “You’re like a kid who just got into a candy store and wants to try everything at once.”

Hyunjin’s finger stop touching his lips as he breaks into a grin. “I mean… Who doesn’t like candy?”

Of course he’d say that. Of course, he’d further prove that he treats this like a game and if you don’t take control of this now, this entire month is going to spiral into chaos—and worse, you might start losing control of something else entirely. So you straighten up and refocus. “We need a plan.”

Hyunjin groans immediately, already leaning back again like you’ve personally offended him. “Oh, no, you’re going to un-fun this.”

You shoot him a look. Then lean forward again, just enough that your voice drops slightly. “Do you want to win that vacation?”

There’s a crease forming between his eyebrows, an obvious tell that he’s actually thinking. You gently slam the table and ask again. “Do you want to win that vacation? Yes or no?”

Hyunjin leans forward on the table and answers in conviction. “Yes.”

You nod once and lean forward on the table too. “Then listen carefully.”

His eyes are on you now, giving you all of his attention. Focused in a way that feels… different from earlier.

“I will make sure we win, if you do what I say,” you say.

“Okay.” He says it just like that. No argument. No teasing.

It catches you off guard for a fraction of a second, but you recover quickly. “Good.”

You sit back slightly, slipping into something that you’re actually good at. Control. “As of now, we take this seriously.”

Hyunjin nods. Again, there’s no complaints.

“We’re going to schedule everything properly. So we stay on track. And we follow it.”

Hyunjin’s lips curl into a small grin. “Planning, scheduling… That’s your specialty, right?”

You lift your chin slightly. “Yes.”

“Then I trust you with it,” Hyunjin says it with genuine, kind intention. You’re taken aback by it that for a brief moment, you forgot what you’re what about to say. After a while, you finally add, “But before anything else, we need rules.”

Hyunjin immediately drops his head back against the chair. A long, dramatic groan escapes him. “I knew it. You’re going to take all the fun out of this,” he grumbles with lips pouting slightly.

“Rules are important.”

“They’re boring.”

You already expected that he would say that. Instead of arguing more, you lean back in your chair, crossing your arms as you look at him evenly. “I thought you agreed to take this seriously.”

For a moment, neither of you says anything. Just a quiet standoff across the table. Hyunjin looks at you. You look right back. Both of you won’t back down.

Eventually, he exhales sharply through his nose, shoulders dropping just slightly. “Yeah, okay, fine. Let’s set some rules,” he says it like it physically pains him.

You smile and clap your hands together once, decisive. “Okay, great.”

You shift your laptop aside just enough to clear space on the table, folding your hands together like you’re about to run a meeting. Because, in a way, you are. “Alright. Ground rules.”

Hyunjin brushes his hair to the back and then slouches in his chair, already looking like he regrets agreeing to this.

“Rule number one. We do not talk about this outside of here.”

Your eyes stare straight into his eyes as you explain. “That means no talking about it in the office, in your… gym. No talking about it outside of this house.”

Hyunjin lifts a brow. “What if it’s an emergency?”

“What kind of emergency would there be that you need to tell people about testing some sex products?”

He lightly chuckles at that and shrugs, completely unhelpful. It’s clear that he asked it just for amusement.

“No talking about it outside of here. Outside of you and me,” you warn one last time.

You hold his gaze and wait until he gives the confirmation.

Hyunjin shifts slightly in his chair, then finally nods. “Okay.”

You don’t waste time to move onto the next thing. “Rule number two. We follow the plan and schedule. Exactly.”

You give him a look this time. A very specific look.

Hyunjin sees it immediately and lets out a quiet groan, dragging a hand over his face. “Yeah, yeah.”

“When the schedule says Saturday at 8. It means Saturday at 8. On the dot,” you emphasize.

He leans back like he’s being personally attacked. “This is starting to feel like military training.”

You drop your head to the side and glare at him.

He sighs and then gives you a reluctant nod. “Okay. Fine.”

You don’t fully trust it, but you decide to accept it for now. “Rule number three. We provide proper feedback and complete the evaluation forms together.”

Hyunjin perks up slightly at that. “That one’s easy.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

He grins. “We’re great at teamwork.”

You stare at him.

He leans forward slightly, resting his chin in his hand. “Based on last night, I’d say we work pretty well together.”

You look away, deciding to ignore him completely. “Moving on.”

You take a small breath before the final one. “Rule number four. After the program ends… this end.”

Hyunjin’s expression shifts like he’s hearing something he doesn’t want to hear.

“We keep this a secret. No one finds out. And that’s it.” You put on a thin smile and add, “That’ll be the end of story. Farewell. Goodbye,”

Silence settles between you again. Hyunjin tilts his head. “That’s it?”

You frown slightly. “What did you expect?”

He leans back, thinking. “Feels like we should have a happy ending.”

You snort before you can stop yourself. “This isn’t a romance movie.”

Hyunjin shakes his head immediately, persisting. “No, no—we’ll have a happy ending.”

His confidence is truly something to admire. You almost snort and open your mouth to correct him, but he cuts in.

“We finish this,” he says, gesturing vaguely between the two of you, “win the vacation, and end up sitting on a beach somewhere.”

His eyes flick up to meet yours and stares into them as he adds, “Enjoying the hell out of it.”

You don’t know how to respond to that. Because, truthfully— You’re not even sure you want that vacation as much as he does. You just want this to be done with. But right now? It’s easier to let him believe it.

So you nod. “Yeah. Okay. We’ll win that vacation.”

Hyunjin’s face lights up instantly. He raises his coffee mug, leaning forward across the table.

“Now that’s the spirit.” Then he bumps his mug against yours with a soft clink. “We’ll win that vacation!”

-

You decide to treat the testing program like a job. Not just any job—your kind of job. If this is going to work—if the two of you are actually going to get through thirty days of this without losing your mind—then it needs to run like one of your events. Timelines, clear objectives, no room for chaos. That’s how you guarantee success of a successful event. Err… you mean a successful testing program. Same thing. Mostly.

Of course, every project comes with its own set of challenges. Difficult vendors. Demanding stakeholders. Or worse— An annoying client. The kind who asks too many questions, pushes boundaries, refuses to follow directions, and still expects perfect results. And apparently, Hyunjin falls into that category.

You step into the creative team’s office and take a seat in the small meeting room, your eyes flick around almost instinctively. Once. Twice. Trying to steer clear of him. Your brows knit slightly as you sit back in your chair.

Where is he? You wonder inside your head.You scoff as you remind yourself that you should be glad he’s not here. Less of his annoying grins. Less distraction. Less… whatever this is.

You exhale quietly and open your notebook, putting your attention to the one of the creative team members on the end of the table as she introduces a few videos they designed for the event you’re handling.

In the midst of it, the door flies open and Hyunjin slips in like he owns the place, a little late, a little too relaxed for someone who’s technically not supposed to be, and the first thing he does is look at you and grin. You immediately look away and subtly roll your eyes. Of course he does that. Of course, he treats this like some sort of playground instead of a job that he needs to do. But then he steps forward, takes his place at the front, and takes the lead of the meeting.

“Alright, let’s get into it,” he begins.

And suddenly, he’s different. Gone are the goofy grin and this playfulness in him. He’s focused and professional. He moves through the presentation with ease, explaining the concepts behind the graphics, the tone of the visuals, the pacing of the videos they’ve prepared for the event. He gestures toward the screen, breaking things down in a way that’s eloquently clear and confident.

Sure, there are moments where that smirk slips through, where he throws in a light joke that gets a few chuckles around the room, but he never loses control of it. Never derails. Never crosses the line. You find yourself giving him all of your undivided attention, listening intently as he explains further because this— this version of him doesn’t quite match the one you’ve been dealing with.

The meeting wraps up before you realize it. You exchange a few notes with the creative team before gathering your things, closing your notebook and clutching it close to your chest as you’re heading out without a second thought— or at least, you try to.

Footsteps fall into pace behind you and you don’t need to look to know. “Why are you following me?” you ask, keeping your voice low to avoid being overheard.

He catches up to your pace and now walking beside you. “I’m just being a nice co-worker who walks her to the elevator,” he simply answers, grinning.

You ignore him, quickening the pace of your walking like you could outrun him and his long legs.

“So… tonight?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

“I couldn’t have been any clearer in my text,” you say with jaws slightly clenched.

Hyunjin hums but you can hear the smile in it. “I just wanted to make sure.”

He jogs the last few steps to push the button to summon the elevator. Then, he leans against the wall, arms loosely crossed in front of him.

“You’re already breaking rule number one,” you say with a tired sigh while keeping your eyes on the little screen that shows which floors the elevators are currently on.

Hyunjin only grins wider. “You can’t blame me for being excited.”

He just grins like this is not a big deal to him. Maybe it is..

You turn to face him fully now, lowering your voice even more. “The conversation ends here,” you say firmly.

For a second, he just looks at you. Then he raises his hands slightly in mock surrender, though the grin never leaves his face. “Alright, boss.”

The elevator dings open and thankfully, it’s empty. You step in immediately, pressing your floor without hesitation. You turn back just as the doors begin to slide shut and now he’s standing there, hands in his pockets, that same infuriating grin on his face.

“See you tonight,” he says, purposely waiting for the right moment to say it.

The doors close before you can respond. But the groan leaves your lips anyway, your head falling back against the elevator wall.

Unbelievable. You shake your head, staring up at the ceiling as the elevator begins to move.

Absolutely unbelievable.  And yet, despite everything, you already know you’re going to see him tonight.

-

In your house, you fall back into routine. It’s the easiest way to deal with this—treat it like preparation, like any other event you’ve handled before. The guest room becomes your project. You strip the bed first, pulling off yesterday’s sheets and replacing them with a fresh set. Smooth, clean, perfectly tucked at the corners. Next, you put clean towel, folded them neatly before putting them on the shelf in the bathroom. You pause for a second, staring at the extra toothbrush in your hand. Then you place it down, into the bathroom drawer. Because it’s part of the process. Because you like the routine. That’s all.

When you step back into the living room, the house feels ready. Peaceful and quiet, but ready. Your eyes flick to the clock and it’s 10:14 PM. Hyunjin is already late after you both set rules that very clearly stated that the two of you will follow schedule exactly. Another rule broken. You don’t even feel surprised. Just… annoyed.

Instead of dwelling on it, you decide to get ahead, grabbing the testing kit where you stored it and turn toward the kitchen. You put it on the dining table and then grab a glass, pour wine more than you intended, and take a sip almost immediately. You need it not because you’re nervous, it’s just a part of the preparation. Just getting yourself in the right mindset before he arrives. Or if he arrives.

You lean against the counter, glass in hand, staring at nothing in particular and for the first time in a long time, you learn that you’ve been living in this peaceful quiet by yourself for you don’t know how long. You have another sip of wine when the realization hits harder than you expected. This small house suddenly feels too big when you’re the only one living in it.

The knocking on the door snaps you out of your head and have the rest of the wine in one long gulp. Then you set the glass aside, shoulders squared and walk toward the door like you’re heading into something inevitable. And right before you reach for the handle, you brace yourself for impact.

“You’re late.” The words come out flat and tired the second you open the door.

Hyunjin is standing there like he wasn’t just behind schedule, completely unbothered as he lifts the bag in his hand. “And I brought us dumplings.”

His eyes curve into crescents as he smiles brightly like it would make up for the time he made you waited.

You stare at him and then sigh. You step aside anyway, pulling the door open wider. “Come in.”

The moment he walks past you, you’re already talking. “You know we agreed on punctuality, right? We literally set the schedule together and—”

“These dumplings?” Hyunjin cuts in, already heading toward the kitchen like he owns the place. “Top spot. You have to queue for like thirty minutes. Worth it though.”

You follow him, frowning. “That’s not the point, you—”

“They sell out fast too,” he continues, setting the bag down on the counter. “I almost didn’t get them.”

“Don’t shift the topic,” you scold.

He suddenly stops walking and turns on his feet, causing you to walk straight into him with a small thud. Before you can step back, his hand closes around yours. He looks down at you, expression softer now. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

The sincerity in his voice throws you off more than the lateness itself. Then, just as gently he asks, “But can we sit and eat first? These babies are getting cold,” he says, lifting the bag of food again.

“Okay,” you say in defeat.

Hyunjin places both hands on your shoulders and steers you toward the dining chair, pressing you down into it before you can protest. You look up and he’s already moving again. He pushes the testing kit to the side with his forearm. Next, he puts the bag of food on the table. His backpack dropped carelessly onto the empty chair. Then straight to your fridge like it’s his. “Do you have anything less healthy to drink…” he mutters to himself, opening it without asking first. “Oh.”

He pulls out two cans, holding them up like he’s struck gold. “Hard seltzer. Nice.”

You watch him in disbelief as he returns to the table, setting them down before finally unpacking the food.

Hyunjin opens the containers open one by one, letting the steam escapes in white curls. The smell hits you next. Warm and savory. They look ridiculously good too. He slides one container toward you. “I even got the veggie ones for you.”

You never mentioned that you only eat vegetables so it confuses you but you decide to focus on the good intention. “Thanks,” you mutter, a little perplexed.

He presses a pair of chopsticks into your hand before opening his own. “Trust me, it’s good,” he says again, already taking a pair for himself.

Curiosity wins in the end. You grab one, clamping it firmly with your chopstick and without thinking, you pop the whole thing into your mouth. Instant regret. It’s hot. Way too hot. You freeze mid-chew, eyes widening as the heat burns across your tongue.

“Slow down—” Hyunjin starts, already laughing under his breath. He scrambles to get a glass of water for you.

When he puts it in front of you, you’re busy fanning your mouth quickly, trying to cool it down before you can even chew properly. It takes a second for you to finally, manage to chew, swallow and he’s right. “It’s good,” you admit.

Hyunjin doesn’t tease you, doesn’t gloat. He just smiles a little to himself and takes a bite of his own. “Yeah,” he says simply.

The two of you fall into quiet, busy stuffing your mouths with dumplings to even talk or comment. At some point, Hyunjin nudges his container toward you and in exchange, he tries on yours.

When you steal another of his meat dumpling, your eyes somehow land on the backpack sitting on the empty chair next to his. It’s big and stuffed beyond its capacity, making you narrow your eyes in suspicion. “Why did you bring your entire life with you?”

Hyunjin glances down, then back at you, completely unfazed. “What?” he says lightly.

You point at it with your chopsticks. “That. Why is it so big? Are you going somewhere?”

Instead of answering, he just grins. The kind of grin that usually means you’re about to regret asking. He pulls the bag onto his lap and unzips it. “Let me show you.”

The first thing he pulls out is a box of cereal. “This,” he says, holding it up proudly, “is my breakfast.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course it is.”

Next is a coffee mug. It has a hand drawing on it and you assume he made it himself at some pottery classes. He sets it down carefully on the table. “My coffee mug. You’re not allowed to use it,” he says in utter seriousness.

You stare at him and scowl. “I have my own mug.”

“Good,” he replies easily, already digging back into the bag. He pulls out more things from his backpack. Laptop. Headphones. Sketchbook. A tin case full of his drawing supplies. A neatly packed toiletry bag

You watch in growing disbelief as he keeps pulling things out like he’s unpacking for a week-long trip.

“And…” he adds, pulling out a folded set of clothes, “clothes. Lots of it.”

“Why did you pack so much clothes?” you ask, horrified and confused.

He looks at you like the answer is obvious. “I can’t go to work wearing the same outfit,” he says.

“What makes you think you’re staying over again?”

Hyunjin doesn’t even hesitate. If anything, he looks like he’s been waiting for it. He props his elbow on the table, resting his chin against his palm as he looks at you, smiling. “I decide I’ll be staying over after every test.”

“But why? You have your own place.”

“Because… I like your guest room too much,” he says simply.

You glare at him, displeased.

He just grins back, completely immune to it. Like always. Without another word, he starts packing everything back into his bag—except for the cereal and the mug, which he leaves on the table like he’s already claimed territory. Then he zips it up and pats it once.

“Your guest room is mine whenever I’m here for the test,” he declares.

“But I’m the owner of the house,” you state matter-of-factly.

He looks at you, unbothered. “And what’s your question?”

You open your mouth and close it again. Honestly? It’s easier to just let him have this one.

You sigh in defeat and put down your chopsticks. “Are you done?”

He nods, satisfied.

You push your chair back slightly, standing up. “Good. Then let’s start.”

Hyunjin looks up at you, brows lifting slightly. “You’re not taking time to get ready?”

You only look at him and say, “I am ready.”

You gesture vaguely around. “Everything’s ready.”

He studies you for a second. Then, instead of responding, he reaches for the testing kit you’d already placed on the table and drags it closer to him. “You’re forgetting something.”

You already know what he’s about to grab and sure enough, it’s the aphrodisiac pills. He pops it open, tapping two pills into his palm before placing one into your hand. You stare at it like you always do. Like it might suddenly grow legs and run away. When you look up, he’s already watching you, waiting.

“Down the hatch,” he says.

Not this. Again. You dread it but you remember that you agreed to it, that you agreed on taking this seriously so that means there’s no arguing, no stalling, no finding a way out of it. You agreed to rules, schedules, products and… this.

You bring the pill to your lips and swallow it quickly, washing it down with a gulp of water before you can think too much about it. Because at this point, you’re not doing this because he’s pushing you. You’re doing it because you chose to. Because you said you would take this seriously. And for better or worse, that’s exactly what you’re doing.

-

The moment you step into the guest room, Hyunjin shrugs his backpack off his shoulder and lets it drop onto the nearby chair like it’s already claimed its place there. His eyes flick to the bed and linger there. “Did you change the bedsheets?”

You pause by the door, arms loosely crossed. “Of course.”

His lips slowly curl into that smirk again and without thinking, he launches himself onto the bed, bouncing on it like he did the first time. He plants his face into the mattress and softly inhales. “Oh… it smells so nice,” he murmurs, now flapping his arms and legs like he’s making a snow angel.

You watch him with a grimace. “Can we focus, please?”

He rolls onto his back, then lazily shifts until he’s lounging at the end of the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, completely at ease. “You need to tell me the fabric softener you use cause it smells amazing,” he says rather dramatically.

You step closer, stopping just short of the mattress. “There’s no playing around. We have products to test,” you say it like you’re scolding a five-year-old.

He opens his arms, grin widening as he gestures you to come at him. “Come here then.”

You only stare at him, unimpressed.

“Come on, baby girl,” he coaxes sweetly, inviting you into his arms.

“Hyunjin…” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

When that doesn’t work, he starts tapping his lap with both hands. “Come, sit. You’re my good girl, come on,” he coaxes again like you’re his obedient puppy.

You glare at him and firmly demand, “Get up!”

His full lips instantly curl into a pout. “Why?” he asks, like he genuinely doesn’t understand.

You exhale through your nose, already losing patience. “Because I think it’s better if we get naked now.”

That finally gets a reaction out of him. His brows lift, surprise flickering across his face before it melts into something amused. “Wow, look who’s impatient tonight,” he teasingly says.

“It’s called efficiency so we don’t waste time,” you shoot back.

A soft chuckle escapes him and he tilts his head to the side. “Why rush? It’s not like you have anything else to do—”

“Because we have work tomorrow,” you remind him.

He looks like he actually forgot about it and then nods. “Right. Right. Cool. Makes sense.”

Finally, he pushes himself up from the bed and takes a step toward you. Too close. Always too close. “So,” he says, voice dipping just slightly, “should we help each other undressing this time?”

You offer him a smile, a sly, sarcastic smile before grabbing his arms hard and turn him around at once. Then turn yourself. Now you’re standing back-to-back. A clear line drawn. “This is fine,” you mutter in satisfaction.

Behind you, you can practically hear his grin. “You know this is unnecessary, right? We’ve already seen each other naked,” he says, voice laced with amusement.

You ignore him and focus on removing your clothes, piece by piece.

“Could be helpful for the test,” he continues, far too entertained. “Visual stimulation and all that—”

You hear the sound of fabric rustling behind you, the faint sound of him moving, undressing just as casually—just as talkative.

“It would definitely improve the results,” he adds, like he’s making a serious point now.

You refuse to respond and shrug the last layer of clothing until there’s nothing left but your bare skin, slightly shivering from being exposed to the cool night air. You quickly climbing onto the bed and pulling the duvet up, clutching it close to your chest.

You tell yourself not to look. You really do. But your eyes betray you as they drift toward Hyunjin. You see his back figure in all its glory, his body is like carved alabaster, broad shoulders shifting as he pulls his inner sleeveless top, muscles moving under his skin in a way that’s distracting. Annoyingly so.

Your gaze lingers a second too long as they follow the line of his spine. The way his body moves so easily, so confidently and then he bends down, pulling his jeans off. You immediately look away but heat rushes to your face anyway as you grip the duvet tighter. You don’t need to see the rest. You definitely don’t want to acknowledge the way your mind tries to fill in the gaps anyway.

The mattress dips and you feel it before you see it. Then the duvet shifts as he slides in beside you, the warmth of his body suddenly there—close enough to feel, even without touching.

Silence settles until a while later, Hyunjin turns his head slightly, looking at you. “So… What now?”

You hesitate because you don’t think this through. Your only plan is to get this over with as soon, as efficient as possible.

“Because,” he starts, already gearing up to say something you know you won’t like, “if we actually take our time, maybe the process of—”

You don’t let him finish but lean in and press your lips against his. It shuts him up instantly as much as it surprises him. it takes him a second to properly return the kiss. You don’t think but kiss him, taking his lower lips between yours, lightly sucking at it as he does the same to your upper lip.

In the midst of it, Hyunjin pulls away just the slightest only to mutter, “Less talking, more kisses. Got it.”

With that, he crashes his mouth into yours and this time, neither of you pulls back. It’s not tentative anymore, not awkward. It’s heat meeting heat, breath tangling, mouths moving like you’re both trying to say something without words and failing, over and over again.

Hyunjin’s hands find you first. They always do. Sliding over your sides, your waist, feeling the curve of your breast, your nipple caught between his fingers as he does and he continues mapping you with a kind of focus that makes your pulse stutter. And you feel how different it is from before. Less teasing. Less careless. More intent.

You follow suit, your hands begin tracing the lines of him, learning him by touch—the rise of muscle, the dip along his waist, the bulges of his biceps, the warmth of his skin that feels almost too much the longer you keep your hands on him.

Somewhere along the way, your bodies shift closer and closer still. Until there’s barely any space left between you. Until it’s skin against skin. Warmth bleeding into warmth. The duvet tangles around your legs, forgotten, as your bodies move instinctively in small, restless motions that bring you together again and again, like neither of you can quite stay still. Your lips don’t part for long and even when you do, it’s only to take a quick, shallow breathe before you’re pulled right back in.

Hyunjin explores further, lower. Down south. The second his hand finds the heat pooling between your legs, a gasp slips out before you can stop it, caught between his lips. His fingers lightly hovering, teasing, testing…

When he pulls back slightly, his eyes flick up to yours. Asking, seeking permission. You give him a subtle nod and it’s all he needs to lean in again, capturing your mouth like he’s been waiting for that exact moment.

When his hand touches you again, it’s with certainty, full of intentions. Fingers lightly tracing around your vulva, feeling the soft flesh under his fingertips. Two fingers pressing on the folds, parting them open so he can run them in between, coaxing more arousal out of you.

At the same time, Hyunjin buries his head in your neck, lips planting there, teeth gently nibling on the skin. You feel his smile as his fingers ever so softly teasing your entrance, pushing just barely just to feel your tightness welcoming him.

“God, you’re so soft…” he whispers before planting an open-mouthed kiss on the column of your throat.

Your breath falters as you feel warmth blooming, spreading, made worse by the way he doesn’t rush it, don’t push it. And you realize, somewhere in the haze of it, you’re not just reacting anymore. Your hand slides down his front, easily finding his stiff member, hot to the touch. You wrap your fingers around him, testing, learning the same way he did with you. You trace its shape, running your fingertips along its length, curiously tracing the prominent vein coiling around it.

After a while, you begin to stroke him, lightly, intently. You closing in the hold around him to add more of that tightness feeling. You run your hand up and down, repeatedly. Feeling him grow firmer with each pump, feeling it pulsating with so much desire. You know because of the way he reacts, the way his breath catches just slightly against your neck, the way his body leans into your touch without thinking. Seeing it. Feeling it. Knowing you’re the cause — It does something to you. So you keep going. Not faster. Just steadier. More certain. And the rhythm finds you both eventually. Your bodies moving in quiet agreement, breath mixing, lips brushing skin, hands learning each other in a way that feels dangerously close to familiar. You turn your head, facing him only to catch his lips on yours again.

Time stretches. Or maybe it collapses. It’s hard to tell. All you know is that the air feels charged with something that builds and builds. Until the space between you feels like it’s holding its breath, like it’s waiting for whatever comes next.

After what feels like eternity, you pull away first, almost reluctantly —but necessary. The kiss breaks in a quiet breath, your lips parting from his, and for a moment, neither of you moves.

You just look at him and he looks… different. Gone is the smugness, the easy teasing. His eyes are wide, a little dazed, like he’s still catching up to what just happened. His lips are swollen and glistening, parted open as he exhales, and for once, he doesn’t have something clever to say.

You swallow. Then, softer than you expect, you say, “I’m ready.”

The words hang between you for a brief moment and then, something in him shifts. He just nods once, understanding right away what you mean. His hand reaches to the bedside table, fingers brushing around until he finds what he’s looking for.

When he turns back, there’s a small tube in his hand. He lifts it slightly for you to see. The package has an interesting design on it that hints at the texture and flavor of the content. Lust - Edible Lubricant.

“Cherry,” he says, a hint of that familiar grin returning. “My favorite.”

You roll your eyes, even as your pulse ticks a little faster. “Focus.”

He chuckles under his breath and obeys anyway. He flips the cap open with a soft click and immediately, the air is tinted with a sweet, fruity scent of it.  Out of curiosity, he squeezes a small amount onto the back of his hand, studying the clear, light liquid for a second before leaning in and licking it. He pauses as he tastes it. Then his brows lift, pleasantly surprised. “It actually tastes like cherry.”

You can’t help but laugh at his unexpected silliness. “What did you expect it to taste like?”

He only grins and shrugs, shifting lower on the bed until he’s hovering above, the mattress dipping under his weight. The movement alone makes you swallow air, your body already too aware of him, of how close he is, of how easily everything could tip from controlled into something else entirely. “Let’s try it on you,” his voice somehow dropping lower than before.

“Okay,” you answer even lower, almost a whisper.

He squeezes the tube until a big dollop dripping onto your arousal. You softly gasp at the sensation of the lubricant touches your sensitive bud but he continues anyway, moving his fingers in circular motions. His touch is gentler than you expect.

When he glances up, his gaze is deep. Intense. “How does it feel?”

“It has that… cool feeling… to it,” you stammer as you answer.

He only stares at you as he continues spreading the lubricant around your sex like he doesn’t want to miss a spot. He gives it extra care when he’s inching around your clit, using just his fingertip to circle on it.

You try to stay still, try to stay quiet. But it’s hard. Because he takes his time, exploring, learning, like he’s just as invested in this as you are—maybe more. A strangled voice slips past your mouth and his shoulders tense slightly at that, like he notices everything, like he files it away and then he adjusts.

And that’s when he leans in. The first lick lands between your folds, soft and careful, making your fingers curl against the sheets. The second and third licks placed on each lip, tongue collecting the lubricant in such greed like he can’t get enough of it. The rhythm changes almost instantly, his licking turns impatient now, each one hungrier than the previous. The warmth starts to build, spreading, tightening something low in your stomach.

Your hand finds his hair. Not pushing him away. Not exactly pulling him closer either. Just grounding yourself as the sensation grows, as your body starts reacting in ways you can’t quite control anymore.

“Hyunjin—”

The call comes out softer than you mean it to. Barely a protest. Barely anything at all. He hears it but doesn’t stop. If anything, there’s a shift in him—a confidence, like he knows exactly what he’s doing now. He opens his mouth wider, taking as much as he can to have more taste, more of you on him. But soon, his focus centered on your bundle of nerves, hot, wet tongue endlessly teasing on it in maddening circles.

Hyunjin can’t stop. Won’t stop. And if anything, he starts sucking on it. Gentle, steady suctions that escalate in each passing second. The pressure builds. Relentless in the gentlest way. Your breath stutters, your grip tightens, your body arching despite your best effort to stay calm until you unravel under his mouth. Your climax leaves you breathless, your head falling back against the pillow as everything fades into a warm, hazy blur.

He doesn’t pull away immediately, he lingers for just a second longer. Tongue darting out to place slow, almost lazy licks around your entrance. And then upward, between the folds, twirling it around your clit.

When he finally lifts his head, he grins. A satisfied, smug grin. Hyunjin’s grin. His lips are still slightly flushed, glistening wet around the mouth and chin, still catching his breath as he tilts his head just slightly, voice laced in amusement as he murmurs, “I just love cherry so much.”

For a moment, he stays hovering above you. Like he’s trying to memorize something. Your lips part slightly, your chest still rising and falling unevenly, and you don’t know why that makes his gaze soften—but it does. Then, slowly, he leans down. His mouth finds yours again and when your lips meet, you taste yourself on him mixed with the faint sweetness of cherry that lingers on his tongue. And as the kiss deepens, as his hand settles lightly against your side, holding you close against him, you realize that maybe cherry is your favorite too.

-

Hyunjin pulls back just enough for breath to pass between you, his face still close, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth like he hasn’t quite decided which one to focus on. “I think we’re ready for the next test,” he murmurs.

Your throat feels dry all of a sudden. You swallow and nod. “Yes.”

Something in his expression tells that he’s pleased and before you can think too much about it, he leans in and steals one quick kiss from you. “Give me a second,” he says when he pulls away.

The space he leaves behind feels noticeable. He rolls onto his side, reaching over to the bedside table where the box of condom sits, unopened. You watch him as he picks it up while your body still humming faintly from earlier, your mind trying and failing to stay focused on the purpose of this.

The plastic seal tears with a soft sound. He opens the box, fingers brushing over the contents before pulling out a single foil packet. There’s something oddly focused about him now. a crease formed between his brows as he tears it open.

You push yourself up slightly, resting on your elbows without realizing it and heat creeps up your neck as you look at the stiffness, the flushed skin, the length… Even though you’ve seen it before, the sheer size of it still catches you off guard.

Hyunjin carefully rolls the rubber down his length. He adjusts it, making sure everything sits right and then he pauses. That crease between his brows appears again.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

He glances down, then back at you, looking… oddly puzzled. “I think I got the wrong size.”

You think you misheard it. “What?”

He exhales, shifting a little like he’s uncomfortable. “It’s too tight.”

You push yourself up a bit more, reaching for the box and flipping it around to check. “This is… already XL.”

He shakes his head, still frowning slightly. “Yeah, I know. But it doesn’t feel right.”

You’re still holding the box in your hand and holding it for a minute straight as you process this new information. Because— XL? Too tight? Your brain doesn’t quite compute it. You look at him again. Then back at the box. Then back at him.

“You need bigger than that?” The question blurts out of you before you think it.

He just shrugs lightly, casually. “Looks like it.”

You gulp air because suddenly, what you thought you knew and seen and felt, doesn’t feel very accurate anymore. Before you can even process it properly, Hyunjin pushes himself off the bed. “I’ll grab the bigger one,” he says casually.

And just like that, he walks out of the guest room, fully naked. Like this is just another normal step in the process. You’re there on the bed with duvet clutched loosely in your hands, staring at the space he just left, still trying to process the fact that apparently… XL wasn’t enough.

-

When Hyunjin returns to the guest room a moment later, you focus on the box he’s carrying in his hand.  He sits on the edge of the bed, there’s a rustle of plastic as he unwraps the box of condoms. He tales another foil packet and you can barely watch with his back turned to you, but you can hear his steady low breathing as he concentrates on putting the condom on. You notice the way he checks on it after, making sure he puts it on properly, securely.

After a while, you dare yourself to ask, “Is it okay now?”

You hear him smacking his lips together and then nods. “Yeah, I think this is the right one,” he confirms.

It takes Hyunjin another moment to finally rejoins you on the bed, he doesn’t bother hiding it and you sure he isn’t planning to. You try to keep your eyes up, around the face but they betray you as they flick down, looking directly at his erected sex. And oh, the sight of his length with the layer of protection… somehow his cock looking bigger than you remember, than earlier and you suddenly feel intimidated by it.

Hyunjin moves closer, arm reaching over your side of bedside table to grab the bottle of lubricant. He squeezes it until a generous amount pile on his fingers. His lips curve into a smirk as he playfully says, “More cherry for me.”

You manage a thin smile in respond but it falters the second you feel his hand moving to part your legs open. Your breathing shallows as he’s inching closer to where you’re dripping, begging for his touch. The second it makes contact, you gasp from the wet, cool sensation of the lubricant against your heating sex.

Hyunjin squeezes the bottle right on your cunt and this time, focusing around your entrance, providing proper lubrications for penetration.

You inhale and exhale because all of a sudden, you have a hard time focusing on the way he touches you. All you're thinking about is his size and how you’re going to take him and if it's going to fit in. You’re fully aware that it's not the right time for you to overthinking it but you can't help it.

By the time Hyunjin settles himself between your legs, you start to stiffen just slightly. He seems to sense it as he lowers himself on you, one hand tenderly cupping your jaw before he leans in and kisses you. You return the kiss as best as you can, despite the thoughts that gnawing at your confidence, your steadiness.

“Ready?” he softly asks when he pulls away.

You nod, even though the motion feels heavier than it should, like your body is already bracing for something your mind hasn’t caught up with yet.

Hyunjin moves slowly, his usual teasing ease replaced with something more careful, cautious. His hand lingers at your jaw, thumb brushing lightly along your skin as if grounding you there, with him, instead of wherever your thoughts have drifted off to. “Hey,” he murmurs, softer now. “Look at me.”

You do and for a second, it works. The warmth in his gaze, the way his calm expression steadies you, just a little. But the moment stretches, long enough for the awareness creeps back in. The closeness. The reality of what you’re about to do. Your fingers curl slightly against the sheets.

He leans in, presses another kiss to your lips, gentler, like he’s coaxing rather than consuming and you respond, trying to follow his rhythm, trying to let yourself sink into it instead of overthink it. But your body doesn’t quite listen. When he shifts, when he moves closer, rubbing the tip of his cock to smear more lubricant around your entrance, your breath dips not in anticipation. But in hesitation.

It’s subtle, but he feels it. He pauses almost immediately, his body going still against yours, his hand tightening just slightly where it rests near your shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asks, voice low, searching.

“I’m fine,” you answer but it comes out thin. Unconvincing.

He doesn’t move right away, his hands come to the side of your thighs, caressing the skin in up and down motions. When you’re breathing slows, that’s when he enters himself, putting just the slightest bit of him into you.

You wince at the feeling of his blunt tip pushing its way into you, just barely. But with the way you’re tensing around him, makes the sensation painful instead of pleasurable.

He feels it. Of course, he feels it. He talks softly like he’s trying not to startle you. “Relax. You’re… tense.”

You take a second to reorganize your breathing, in and out, for a couple of times. You nod and say, “Just— I’m okay, you can continue,” you assure him but your strained voice does the opposite job.

“Sure?” he asks, the vein on his temple appearing like he’s in distress.

“Yeah,” you say, still unconvincing.

Hyunjin only nods as he tries again, more cautious now. He’s pushing just barely, not even an inch. But the moment he feels that same resistance, the same hesitation, he abruptly stops. He shakes his head, in disbelief and something else, something intense. “I don’t think—” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence but pulls back.

You quickly grab his shoulder, not letting him go. “I said I’m okay,” you insist, a little harsh.

And just like that. The warmth is gone. The space between you returns, colder than it should be.

“No.” His voice isn’t raised, but it’s firm. Final. He pulls back hard enough that it forces your hand to let go of him.

You sit up slightly, clutching the duvet closer to yourself, confusion and frustration bubbling up all at once. “We agreed—we said we’d do this seriously—”

“And you think this is it?” he cuts in, turning to look at you fully now.

There’s something different in his eyes. Annoyed. Maybe even a little hurt. Or worse — Anger. “You think I’m okay with that?” he continues, quieter but sharper. “With you forcing yourself through it just because it’s on a schedule?”

Your certainly don’t expect it. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out at first. “That’s not what I—”

“Then what is it?” his voice slightly raises, his jaws clench and unclench. “Because it doesn’t feel like you even ready for it.”

The words tumbling out of him are harsh but they’re true. You find it hard to say anything. “I’m just… trying to follow the plan,” you manage to say, weakly.

He lets out a short breath, almost a disbelieving laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. That’s the problem.”

He lets the silence fills the space, letting you have it to process what you’ve insisted to do and why he was against it. After a moment, he looks away, his voice calmer now but still firm. “We’ll do it another time.”

Your hand somehow reaches for him but he’s out of your grasp. “Hyunjin—”

“Not like this,” he firmly says.

There’s no room to argue with that tone. You know that so slowly, pull the duvet tighter around yourself, the earlier heat of the moment replaced with something far more tangled—embarrassment, frustration, something you don’t quite want to admit.

He shifts to the edge of the bed, back already turned to you, putting distance where there hadn’t been any before. He grabs his t-shirt from the floor, roughly puts his head through it like he can’t stand another second exposed to the night air.

Quietly, you gather the pile of clothes on the floor, putting on what you can and then, you slip off the bed. The room suddenly feels too small, too tense, too full of everything left unsaid.

At the door, you pause while clutching your clothes in one arm. “Goodnight,” you murmur.

Maybe you said it too low for him to hear. Maybe he’s still upset. Maybe it’s both. Because Hyunjin doesn’t turn around. His back still turned to you, like the sight of you would only anger him more. You take that as your cue to leave. You step out, closing the door softly behind you. And as you make your way upstairs, the silence follows you, echoing in your head and settling deep in your chest where the warmth used to be.

-

Upstairs, your room feels unfamiliar. Not because anything has changed, but because you have. You sit on the edge of your bed for a long moment, hands resting on your thighs, staring at nothing in particular as the quiet settles in around you. The kind of quiet that lets everything replay whether you want it to or not.

You eventually lie down, pulling the blanket over yourself, turning to one side, then the other.

Sleep doesn’t come but what comes is him. Hyunjin. The way he looks at you like he’s hurt with what you said. The way his voice shifted, raised in anger.

“Do you think I’m okay with that?”

You squeeze your eyes shut as those words echoing in the back of your head, unbidden. You’ve heard him tease, joke, push buttons just to get a reaction—but that wasn’t it. That wasn’t right. That was… real. And you pushed him there.

Your fingers curl into the sheets as the memory plays again—how you kept insisting, how you tried to brush it off like it was just another task on a checklist. How you didn’t stop, even when your own body was telling you something wasn’t right. You turn onto your back, staring up at the ceiling now as the guilt settles in slowly, like something heavy pressing down on your chest. You didn’t mean to make him feel like that. Didn’t mean to make it feel like… that. A job. A task. Something to get through.

You swallow, your throat suddenly tight. Because for a second, you realize something that makes your stomach twist. He wasn’t just stopping for you. He was stopping for himself, too.

Your hand comes up to your face, dragging down slowly as you exhale. “That’s just great,” you mutter under your breath.

Now you can’t even look at him tomorrow without remembering this. The tension. The way he looked at you. The way you made him feel. You turn to your side again, pulling the blanket closer, like that might quiet your thoughts. But it doesn’t. Because somewhere between the frustration and the embarrassment, you acknowledge the fact that he cared enough to stop and somehow, that makes you feel worse than before.

And sleep doesn’t come easy that night.

-

Morning comes whether you’re ready or not. Nothing is different as you move around your kitchen, preparing your breakfast, brewing your coffee like you always do. But in a way, it is. You can feel it in the way your thoughts keep circling back to last night, in the way your shoulders won’t quite relax no matter how many times you roll them back. You’re spreading jam onto your toast a little too carefully when you hear his slow, dragging footsteps. Your heart sinks but you brace yourself anyway.

When Hyunjin appears, he looks unfairly normal. Hair messy like he just rolled out of bed, eyes still heavy with sleep, sweatpants hanging low on his hips like he didn’t bother fixing them, the sleeves of his white t-shirt pushed up enough to expose his defined arms.

“Good morning,” he greets with a smile. Casually, a little cheerfully. Like last night didn’t happen.

You’re a little taken aback because you expect tension, strained interaction. But also, that’s possibly just the product of your overthinking. You force yourself to remain calm before turning slightly to face him, greeting him back. “Morning.”

You turn back to your toast, focusing on the task and not at Hyunjin who moves around your kitchen behind you. You don’t even have to look to know what he’s doing. There’s the sound of cabinet opens and closes, rustle of cardboard, the careless pour of cereal into a bowl—followed by the quiet crunch of the pieces that didn’t make it into the bowl.

After pouring some into your coffee, you slide the carton of milk toward him without a word.

“Thanks,” he mutters, still sounding half-asleep.

Normal. Everything is… normal. So you act accordingly. You move to the dining table with your breakfast, laptop tucked under your arm, coffee in hand, settling into your usual seat in the dining table.

Hyunjin follows not long after, a bowl of cereal in one and mug of coffee on the other. He drops into the chair across from you, taking a spoonful of cereal and then a sip of milk straight from the bowl after. He continues eating like he hasn’t had a proper meal in days while you take smaller, more controlled bites, eyes flicking between your screen and your plate. “Are you filling the evaluation forms?” he suddenly asks, voice clearer now.

You glance away from your laptop. “No. Just handling bills.”

He nods, like that answers everything, and goes back to eating. More cereal, more sips of milk straight from the bowl. Then he lifts his coffee mug close to his mouth. “Let’s reschedule,” he says.

He pauses to take a small sip of coffee before continuing. “Let’s reschedule the test. Whenever it’s convenient for you.”

Your fingers stop moving and nod slowly. “Yeah.”

“It should be this week though,” he continues, slipping his fingers through the handle and wrapped them around the mug. “If we want to stay on track.”

“Yes,” you answer in short, safe answers.

The morning is nice, sunny weather and all. There are only two of you alone in this house and he’s enjoying his breakfast. You know this would be the right time to say something about last night. But the words just piling there on the tip of your tongue, resisting to spill out of you.

Before you can even try, Hyunjin looks up from his bowl of cereal, waving his spoon in the air as he asks, “Did you take the supplement?”

“What supplement?” You ask, puzzled.

He tilts the bowl, drinking the leftover milk before answering, “The libido boosting one. From the kit.”

Oh. That. You don’t tell him it’s been sitting untouched in your kitchen drawer, deliberately out of sight. You choose not to respond but that is respond enough.

He nods, like he expected that. “You should start taking it.”

He leans back in his chair, stretching slightly, watching you with a look that feels a little too knowing. “It’s not just for that, you know. It helps with hormones. Mood. Stuff like that.”

You raise an eyebrow, highly doubting him but still say nothing.

As if he could read your thoughts, he adds with a faint grin, “You can look it up if you don’t believe me.”

You hum, noncommittal, eyes dropping back to your screen. You choose avoidance, stalling, a way out of this instead of going through it like a mature person. The words still sit heavy in your throat—but this time, you force them out anyway. “Hey, about last night.”

He only looks up from his mug of coffee, slender fingers tracing the drawing of pattern on it. “Yeah?”

You don’t look at him right away. You fix your gaze on the dining table instead. “I—” you exhale softly. “I’m sorry.”

You muster up the courage to glance up, just briefly and find him looking at you with the same eyes that looked at you in disbelief and hurt last night. But now, in this light, his warm brown eyes are of tenderness and understanding. “I was the one making it uncomfortable for both of us. I kept pushing even when… it wasn’t right,” you openly admit.

Your fingers tighten slightly around your coffee mug. “So… yeah. I’m sorry.”

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you and then lets go of the coffee mug. He inhales air and licks his lips before talking. “I just… I don’t like that you thought of me as that kind of man,” his voice is low and steady, but firm in places.

You know he’s right to feel that way but the pang of guilt that hits you, it’s a little unbearable.

“Just because you think I’m this… charming playboy,” he continues, a faint hint of amusement slipping into his tone, “doesn’t mean I’d take advantage of you.”

You softly scoff at his playful words but appreciate the attempt to soften the tension.

“I’m not that kind of person. I know boundaries. And I respect them,” he adds, more seriously now.

Something in your chest shifts at that. Because he’s not joking. He’s being genuine. The room goes quiet for a beat. Then he leans back on his chair, hand reaching for his mouth, point finger rubbing at his lower lip. “I know we said we’d take this seriously, but I’d rather we do it when we’re actually ready,” he says

There’s a small shrug in his shoulders, like he’s trying to make it sound casual. “I mean, it’s not a race.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you say and really mean it.

He nods and picks up his spoon again like nothing monumental just happened, finishing off his cereal in a few quick bites.

The tension that’s been sitting in your chest since last night eases the moment you said it. You’re glad that things can be handled this maturely and openly. You didn’t even expect that he has those qualities in him. You sit there for a second longer, watching him. Because despite the way he jokes, the way he pushes, the way he acts like everything is a game— he’s… this grounded, thoughtful and careful in ways you didn’t expect. You hate to admit it but it catches you off guard.

“I’m gonna shower,” he says, pushing back his chair as he stands

You watch as he walks to the kitchen to put the dirty dishes in the sink but do nothing after. “Hey, wash your dishes first!” you scold.

You hear his grin first and then him shouting, “I’ll do it later.”

There it is. That the Hyunjin you know. You almost scoff. But instead, you shake your head lightly, looking back at your screen. Some things, apparently, don’t change and yet,  you can’t help the small, quiet thought that lingers in the back of your mind.

Maybe you’ve been reading him wrong this whole time.

-

When the office building comes into view, reality snaps back into place. You straighten slightly in your seat, already scanning the entrance like it’s a battlefield.

The second he parks, you’re unbuckling your seatbelt. “We can’t go in together.”

Hyunjin barely even looks at you as he turns off the engine. “Yes, we can.”

“No, we can’t. People will see,” you snap quietly.

“It’s not like we committed a crime,” Hyunjin grumbles as he fiddles with the safety belt.

“It feels like it,” you say back, shoving your phone into your bag.

He finally turns his head, eyebrow raised. “Acting like that is exactly what makes it suspicious.”

“What?”

Hyunjin’s mouth curl into a small pout and then he coyly shrugs. “If you’re this jumpy about being seen with me, people are going to assume there’s something to hide.”

You open your mouth then close it again. Because annoyingly, that makes sense. “Ugh, whatever,” you grumble as you open the car door.

So you walk in together, casually, like two coworkers who just happened to arrive at the same time. You almost start to believe it might work until the elevator doors slide open and there’s already someone in there. Someone you know. Gabe.

She looks rather pleased to see you but you notice the way her eyes flick between you and Hyunjin, widening just a fraction before she smooths it over with a warm smile. “Good morning!”

“Morning,” Hyunjin replies easily, one hand holding the strap of his backpack in one shoulder.

“Morning,” you echo, a little less enthusiastic.

The doors close and silence instantly falls in the enclosed space. You can feel all sort of questions forming in Gabe’s mind, sitting right there on the tip of her tongue. She glances at you again, clearly about to say something.

Hyunjin gets ahead of her and says what you guess is whatever crossed his mind at the moment. “I found a stray cat this morning.”

Gabe’s lips curve into an amused smile. “Oh?”

Hyunjin nods seriously, reaching over to lightly pinch the back of your blouse. Like he’s picking up a kitten.

You jolt and immediately protest. “Hey—”

“Picked it up on the way. Still deciding if I should keep it or not,” Hyunjin says with a satisfied smirk.

You shake yourself off him immediately, shooting him a glare while he just chuckles under his breath.

Gabe laughs too, clearly entertained. “Well, that’s one way to start a morning.”

Hyunjin leans back against the elevator wall, completely at ease. You, on the other hand, feel like your soul just left your body. You remain calm but inside, you’re already preparing responses and answers if Gabe decides to ask further about this interaction.

Thankfully, the elevator ride passes in a blur. The moment you’re out, you walk to your desk like you’re on fire. But you don’t even get to sit before Gabe appears beside you.

“So—”

Here it comes. You straighten, already launching into damage control. “He just saw me waiting for the bus and offered me a ride. That’s all,” you say it in one breathe and end it with a smile.

Gabe looks confused for a second then breaks into a smile. A soft, knowing smile. “You don’t have to explain,” she says.

“I just wanted to make it clear,” you casually say.

“Mm,” she hums, clearly unconcerned. “I can see that you’re not very keen about Hyunjin anyway.”

You let out a small, awkward chuckle. “Yeah. Exactly.”

Oof, you’re glad that your lack enthusiasm in joining Hyunjin’s office fandom is apparent to her.

Gabe nods, turning slightly and then pauses, like a thought just crossed her mind. “You don’t seem like his type either,” she mutters, almost absentmindedly.

Something in your chest tugs. You can’t tell if you should feel glad or offended. Can you feel both? Cause it feels like it. You recover quickly, scoffing a small laugh. “God, I hope I’m not.”

“I mean, you don’t look like the type he’d go for,” Gabe adds as she gets to her desk.

“Yeah. And it’s not like… he’s my type either,” you say it lightly with a light laugh.

Gabe doesn’t seem to notice how you slightly stammering as she’s settled herself to her desk, already busy with her morning ritual.

You do yours as well. You sit down slowly, staring at your desk as your computer is booting, anything that isn’t the thought that just planted itself firmly in your head.

Not his type. You scoff under your breath, shaking your head as you shrug off your blazer.“I’m smart. I’m great. Anyone would go out with me,” you mutter, defending yourself against no one but your own head.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard to enter your password but you lean back in your chair instead, eyes unfocused. Because for some reason, you can’t help but wonder— Are you really not his type?

-

By the time lunch rolls around, you’re more than ready to get out of your own head.

Gabe falls into step beside you like she always does, already scrolling through her phone as the two of you make your way to the canteen. “So, what are we feeling today?” she asks, taking a tray for you and herself.

You scan the stalls; there are too many of them and they all look so good. “Something good. Obviously,” you say, indecisive.

“Helpful,” she deadpans.

You huff a quiet laugh despite yourself, pointing vaguely. “Rice. Anything with rice.”

“Wow. Very adventurous.”

You nudge her shoulder lightly as the line moves forward, the noise of the canteen buzzing around you with the usual midday chaos. By the time you both get your food and find an empty table, you’re already settling back into routine—unpacking your utensils, adjusting your seat, taking that first bite like it might reset your entire day.

For a moment, it does. You’re enjoying your food, chatting with Gabe in between, something that is completely not about work. Some juicy, celebrity gossips and new eating spots around the office building. You’re distracted by the mundanity of it until your eyes drift away and find Hyunjin there, sitting two tables away from you. You recognize his male co-worker, the one Hyunjin seems to be the closest with in the creative team but the rest, they are all female employees that you familiar with but can’t quite name.

A couple of them leaning forward on the table, another one laughs louder than necessary and it’s hurt to see how they’re desperately want to be noticed while Hyunjin himself is leaning back in his chair, one arm slung casually over the backrest, head tilted as he listens to someone speak before chiming in with something that earns him another round of giggles.

But you see the way he fits there, the way he belongs there and suddenly, something clicks into place. Yeah. You can’t imagine yourself in that crowd, in that scene.

You look down at your food, scoffing quietly to yourself. Even without everything else—the clashing personalities, the constant bickering, the way you both operate on completely different wavelengths— Just look at that. It’s obvious. Whatever this… situation is between you and him? It’s temporary. Transactional. Bound by a contract and a ridiculous “test program.”

Nothing more.

A few minutes left in lunch break, Gabe excuses herself to go out for a smoke and seeing that the coffee station is empty, you decide to make a beeline there. You grab a paper cup, putting it under the coffee machine and waiting for it to finish brewing. And you feel it before you even see him. That stupid grin. You don’t turn right away but sigh. “You’re breaking the rule again.”

A quiet chuckle sounds beside you as he leans against the counter. “Hi to you too.”

You finally glance at him with an unimpressed look on your face. “It’s rule number one, for God’s sake!”

He’s exactly as you expected—relaxed, amused, entirely unbothered. “Rules are made to be broken anyway,” he says.

“So is your leg,” you say, deadpan.

He looks rather amused than threatened. “Ooh, we’re feeling spicy today,” he teases.

You ignore that and look at the mini fridge as you consider whether you want milk in your coffee or not.

“Have you decided?” he asks, like this is a normal follow-up conversation. “For the rescheduled test.”

“I’ll inform you when I do,” you mutter, deciding on adding a packet of sugar for now.

“Okay.”

You pour the sugar into the coffee and stir it with a spoon.

“Did you take the supplements?”

You turn on your feet, fully facing him now. “What does that have to do with anything?”

He shrugs, like it’s obvious. “Told you. You should start taking them.”

You decide to add creamer next because talking with Hyunjin drain your energy and you need to get through the day. Your fingers fumble slightly with the edge, trying to tear it open but the packaging refuses to cooperate.

Noticing the struggle, Hyunjin takes it from your hand. You glance at him just in time to see him tear it open with his teeth like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Then he pours it into your coffee.

You stare at the mug, at the way the creamer makes a hypnotizing swirl in your coffee as he stirs it. Then innocently, he shoves the spoon into his mouth, licking it clean. How does something as innocent like that seems erotic when he does it.

He lifts the cup and hands it to you with a proud smile. “Your coffee, ma’am.”

You stare at it and then at him, remembering the way his mouth touched the creamer packet and dumped the whole thing into your coffee. “…That was in your mouth.”

Hyunjin meets your gaze and a smirk slowly blooming on his small face. “You know what else were in my mouth?” he lowly mutters, one eyebrow raised, teasing.

The first image that flashes through his head his head hanging between your legs and your expression twists instantly at the unbidden memory. “God—”

You recoil, pulling your hand back like you’ve been burned. You grab your coffee without another word, already stepping away. But even as you walk, you can feel that grin on you. Lingering, boring a hole in the back of your head.

You don’t turn back. You don’t acknowledge it. You just take a sip of your coffee and keep walking, pretending it doesn’t follow you all the way out.

-

The result on your search for the ingredients in the libido boosting supplement appears on your phone as you sit down in the dining table with your plate of breakfast, half-finsihed because curiosity gets the best of you. Your eyes skim most of the texts, focusing on the important keywords. 

Safe. Clinically tested. Supports hormonal balance. Improves mood. Enhances sexual wellness.

Ugh, you hate that he is right. That the supplement doesn’t solely help on boosting sexual desire. Your gaze flicks back to the box and there’s only one way to know for sure. You tear the package open, fingers moving quicker than your thoughts can catch up. The foil gives way with a soft rip, and you tap one supplement into your palm.

It’s small and unassuming. It doesn’t look like it could do anything. You grab your glass of water and before you can think much on it, you pop it into your mouth and swallow it down with a gulp of water.

As you wait for it to take effect, you put your focus back on your schedule. You’ll be busy next week, preparing the company’s anniversary and you’re sure that Hyunjin will be just as busy. He also mentioned that it has to be done within this week.

So… it has to be tonight. You pick up your phone, typing a message to inform Hyunjin about the rescheduled test. You hit send immediately, like if you linger even a second longer, you’ll start second-guessing yourself again. Your phone barely has time to rest against the table before it buzzes. You already know who it is. Still, you pick it up.

Got it, Boss. Then, a second later. Should I be excited or scared?

You roll your eyes, letting out a quiet scoff as you toss your phone back onto the table. You stare at the screen for a moment, debating whether to ignore it or not. You really should ignore it. That would be the mature thing to do. Instead, you pick it back up. Just be on time.

The typing bubble appears instantly. Like he’s been waiting. Wow. No threats today? I’m offended.

You shake your head, pressing your lips together as you set your phone down again, deciding you’re done entertaining him for now. You take another bite of your toast, chewing slowly as your eyes return to the laptop screen, checking your emails and if you missed anything important. In the middle of it, you somehow begin wondering when the supplement would take effect. It’s too early to know but there’s also a possibility that it’s just placebo. You decide to not fuss about it. If it works, it works. If it doesn’t, that’s fine too.

-

You barely make it through the office doors before the day decides to start without your permission.

“Good morning—oh, thank God you’re here.”

You don’t even get a proper step in before Gabe is already at your side, tablet in hand, brows slightly furrowed in that way that immediately tells you something’s off.

You pause mid-step, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder. “What happened?”

“It’s the vendor for the stage setup,” she says quickly, already flipping through her notes. “They just called—there’s an issue with the shipment. Something about a delay on one of the structural pieces, and they’re saying it might affect installation timing.”

You close your eyes for half a second, already dreading the workload ahead. “Did they specify how long the delay is?”

“Not clearly,” Gabe replies, a little apologetic. “They said they’re ‘working on it,’ which—”

“Means nothing,” you finish flatly.

Gabe nods, lips pressing together.

You exhale sharply, already turning on your heel toward your desk. “I’ll get on it.”

“Now?” Gabe blinks, surprised. “You just got in—maybe you can head out later? They said they’d send another update—”

“No,” you cut in, grabbing your planner and keys without hesitation. “If I wait, it turns into a bigger problem. I need to see what’s actually going on.”

Gabe watches you for a second, then quickly adds, “Oh—wait, the new CMO is coming in today. They’re supposed to stop by and greet everyone this morning.”

You pause just long enough to let out a quiet groan, your head tilting back slightly. “Of course they are.”

Gabe lets out a small laugh. “I thought you’d want to be here for that.”

You glance at her, already halfway back to the door. “And leave a vendor issue hanging? That sounds like a terrible first impression.”

She shrugs, amused. “Fair point.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder properly this time, already mentally shifting gears. “Just say hi to the new CMO for me,” you add, tone light but clearly not changing your decision.

“I’ll make sure to represent you well,” Gabe says with a grin.

“Please do,” you shoot back, already moving again.

She follows you a few steps, calling after you, “Call me if anything gets worse, okay? Or if you need backup.”

You glance over your shoulder, offering her a quick nod. “I will.”

“Be safe!”

You lift a hand in acknowledgment, already heading toward the elevator. The moment you step inside, the doors sliding shut with a soft chime, the noise of the office replaced by the quiet hum of descent and your own thoughts catching up with you. You’re already planning on how you’re going to handle the issue when your phone dings inside your bag. You open it without checking the sender first. It’s a candidly-taken picture of you waiting by the elevator and under it, a caption that sounds exactly like one particular person.

Hyunjin: Looking hot in that skirt😚

And a beat later, your phone dings again.

Hyunjin: See you tonight, you sexy minx.

Ugh! You groan loudly and it’s echoing in the enclosed space. Your thumb hovers over the screen, debating whether to respond or ignore it entirely. You can almost see his grin through the text. You exhale softly, shaking your head as you lock your phone instead, slipping it back into your bag without replying.

Focus. You have a problem to solve. Even if somewhere, annoyingly persistent in the back of your mind, tonight is already waiting for you.

-

The vendor site is chaos disguised as “we’re handling it.” And you can tell within five minutes of being there that they’re not. And just like that, your entire day disappears. One issue leads to another. Adjusting one section throws off another. Materials that were “available” suddenly aren’t. A call turns into three. A quick fix turns into a complete rework. You’re moving constantly between people, between ideas, between problems that refuse to stay contained. At some point, your phone rings and you almost ignore it. Almost. But when you catch the name flashing across the screen, you step aside, pressing the phone to your ear.

“What?” you answer, breath slightly uneven from everything.

There’s a pause on the other end and Hyunjin says, “I’m at your door.”

Right. Tonight. The rescheduled test. You pinch the bridge of your nose, turning slightly away from the noise. “I’m still at the vendor.”

Another pause. Then, lighter, but you can hear the shift beneath it, “So… you’re not home.”

“No. And I don’t know when I will be,” you honestly share.

You hear him exhale softly. “Okay… so what am I supposed to do now?”

You glance around the space, your brain already splitting in two—one half still problem-solving here, the other trying to deal with him.

Before you can think of anything, he adds, “And I’m not going back. My next-door neighbor is having a cult meeting or something and I don’t think I can deal with the mysterious noises.”

That’s a little too much information. Your brain complile a list of options. One, he can wait in his car. But you don’t know how long this will take and you don’t want to deal with more complaints. Two, you could reschedule. Again. But remembering that you’re packed for the next few days, you see that it’s not best option either.

You click your tongue softly, making the decision before you can overthink it. “There’s a spare key,” you say.

“Spare key? To your house?”

“Yeah. You can let yourself in through the back door,” you continue, already half-walking back toward the chaos. “Under one of the potted plants. Just—try the ones on the left first.”

You can practically hear the grin forming on his face. “You’re letting me into your house?”

You close your eyes briefly. “Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not,” he says, far too quickly to be believable.

You ignore that. “Don’t do anything stupid, please? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

There’s a short silence on the line, and when he speaks again, his voice is softer. “I’ll try.”

“Hyunjin, I’m serious,” you warn him.

“I’ll go inside and patiently wait for you like a good boy,” he says, amusement laced in his tone.

You groan quietly under your breath. “You better be.”

A low chuckle hums through the line, and before he can say anything else, you hang up. You stare at your phone for a moment longer than necessary. Then shove it back into your pocket and turn around. “Okay,” you clap your hands once, sharp, pulling everyone’s attention back to you. “Let’s fix this properly.”

You don’t get to think on it as you throw yourself back into the mess. Completely unaware that, somewhere else, he’s already inside your space.

-

By the time you finally make it home, your body feels like it’s been wrung dry. Your shoulders ache, your head pulses faintly, and every step up to your front door feels heavier than the last. You dig through your bag for your keys, already bracing yourself for the quiet of an empty house.

The door flies open before you can wrap your fingers on your keys and there, leaning casually against the frame is Hyunjin. His grin is wide and entirely too pleased with himself. “Welcome home, sweetie,” he greets, arms opening wide to welcome you.

You scoff, the sound sharp with disbelief as you duck under his arm to walk past him. Too tired to even respond.

He only laughs softly behind you, completely unbothered, already reaching for your bag as you step inside. “Rough day?”

You let out a tired exhale, not even resisting as he takes it from your shoulder and holds it for you. “You have no idea,” you mutter, dragging a hand through your hair. “Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s okay,” he says easily, like he actually means it.

You glance at him for a second, then nod faintly before turning toward the stairs. “I just need a quick shower and—”

“Nope,” he instantly refuses. His hands land on your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks before gently steering you in the opposite direction.

“Come on,” he insists, already guiding you forward. “You look like you’re about to collapse.”

“I’m fine—”

“You’re not,” he cuts in lightly, pushing you down onto one of the dining chairs before you can protest further. “Sit.”

You stare up at him, too tired to even argue properly.

“I already ordered food and I’m starving from waiting for you.” he adds, like that settles everything.

You let out a small, incredulous breath. “I’m not hungry.”

He shrugs, already moving toward the counter to grab the containers. “Well, then, just sit there so I can look at your pretty face as I eat.”

Something in the way he says it so casually… you give in and slump in your seat. When he places the chopsticks into your hand, you don’t fight him. You just take them.

The containers open one by one—steam rising, the smell of fried rice and dumplings instantly filling the space. Stir-fried vegetables and chicken still glossy with sauce. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until now. The first bite hits, and you almost sigh. For a while, there’s nothing but the quiet sounds of eating, the kind of silence that doesn’t feel awkward.

“So,” he starts, glancing at you with that familiar hint of mischief, “how’s work, darling?”

You huff out a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you take another bite. “Stop playing house.”

“Why? It’s fun,” he says with a shrug, leaning back slightly in his chair, completely at ease. “Not every day I get to play house in an actual house.”

You can’t help but let out a chuckle, a soft and tired chuckle but real. “Unbelievable.”

He just smiles, satisfied with himself as he goes back to eating.

The moment lingers, warm and strange and dangerously comfortable. Until it shifts, just the slightest as he sets his chopsticks down, looking at you a little more carefully now. “You sure you’re up for tonight?”

He continues, tone quieter this time, “You look exhausted. We can reschedule again.”

For a second, you consider it. Your body is tired. Your mind even more so. But it’s not something you can’t manage. “No,” you say, more firmly than you feel. “Next week’s going to be worse. I won’t have time.”

“Yeah, with the company’s anniversary and everything,” he sighs, also dreading it already. Then he leans back and adds, “I’ve got everything ready when you were gone.”

Your hand stills and slowly, you look up at him, sensing that he’s up to no good. “What did you do?”

He grins that grin. The one that never means anything simple. “Don’t worry about it.”

Your eyes narrow immediately. “I am worried.”

He just chuckles, clearly enjoying this far too much as he picks his chopsticks back up. “You’ll see soon enough,” he simply says.

That does absolutely nothing to reassure you. If anything, it makes it worse. Because it’s Hyunjin and when he says don’t worry, that’s exactly when you should.

-

The shower runs hotter than usual, steam curling around you as you stand there longer than necessary, letting the water rinse off the day—every bit of stress, every voice, every problem that clung to you from morning until now. Your hands move slowly like you’re resetting yourself piece by piece. By the time you step out, skin warm, hair slightly damp, you feel lighter. Not completely relaxed, but better. More present.

You change into your night dress, soft fabric slipping over your skin, before pulling your robe over it, tying it just a little tighter than needed. A small, subconscious layer of protection. Then turn away before you can think too much.

You exhale as you descend the stairs, one hand lightly grazing the railing, already bracing yourself. Please don’t let him have destroyed something.

It’s a very real concern and you deeply inhale air before pushing the door to the guest room. Nothing’s broken. Nothing’s out of place. You should feel relieved that everything is where it is. Yet, he did something. The lights dimmed enough to soften everything, to blur the edges of the room into something more intimate. There’s a faint scent in the air, something sweet and vanilla, a scented candle lit on the bedside table.

And then there, sitting on the bed, completely at ease, like he’s been waiting exactly for this moment—like this was always the plan is Hyunjin. Behind him, a suspicious box hidden from your sight.

You cross your arms together in front of you. “This is what you meant by getting everything ready?”

He doesn’t even try to hide his smile of pride and satisfaction. “Yep. I’m setting the right mood for the test.”

Instead of arguing, you reach for the tie of your robe, fingers already starting to loosen it. “Okay, then. Let’s get—”

“Wait.” His voice cuts in, soft but firm enough to stop you. He lifts both hands slightly, like he’s asking for a moment, before shifting to sit properly at the edge of the bed, his attention fully on you now. “I have another idea for tonight.”

“Oh, no no no,” you flatly reject the idea.

“Just hear me out first,” he demands, the grin still tugging at his lips.

“Nope,” you say again, shaking your head.

“Please?” his lower lip jutting out slightly as he cutely pleads.

You swallow the urge to smile and press you lips together instead. “Okay, I’m listening,” you say.

“I think,” he starts, tone light but eyes a little more focused than usual, “you need to learn how to trust me.”

“I literally let you into my house when I wasn’t even there,” you point out.

He frowns slightly. “That’s not enough.”

Your brows knit together. “Then what is enough?”

Instead of answering right away, he reaches behind him and pulls out the box you’ve seen earlier. You don’t ask but look at it, recognizing it as the foreplay kit from the test package. A low groan escapes you immediately. “Why—”

He smirks like he’s been waiting for that exact reaction. He goes ahead and open it. “So we can practice trusting each other.”

You step a little closer despite yourself, eyes flicking down at the contents. There is a blindfold, a feather tickler, a small bottle of lubricant and the last one you can’t quite decipher until Hyunjin turns it around. Your eyes widen when it registers to you that it’s a finger vibrator. “You want us to practice trust? With those?” You ask, perplexed and a bit mortified.

He nods, completely serious. “Yes.”

You let out a quiet breath, unconvinced. “I don’t see how that’s supposed to help.”

He takes the blindfold from the box and stands, closing the distance between you in just a few steps. It’s subtle but you can feel the shift in the air, the space, the way your body instinctively stills as he comes closer. His voice lowers when he speaks again. “Tonight, I want you to trust yourself to me,” he murmurs, eyes holding yours.

Before you can question everything, darkness greets you. The silky fabric of the blindfold slips over your eyes, soft but absolute, cutting you off from everything in an instant. Your hands instinctively lifting to pull it away—

But Hyunjin is faster. His fingers wrap gently around your wrists, stopping you. He guides your hands back down, until they rest at your sides again and steadily holds them there.

You feel him closer than before from the warmth of him near your back, you know it from the way your senses sharpen without your permission. His breath brushes against your ear as he whispers low enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Just for tonight… trust yourself to me.”

Your heart stutters not in fear but something that feels dangerously close to it. A thrill.

His hands move, sliding up your arms until they settle on your shoulders. His fingers lightly adjust your hair, pushing it back, clearing the space at your neck. You swallow as you feel him even closer. Closer still.

“Tonight…” he murmurs, softer now, the edge of his voice brushing against your skin, “trust me to take care of you, yeah?”

It’s the tone. It’s the low, sultry voice. The warmth of his breath brushes your skin. The way it sinks under your skin before you can stop it. You don’t realize you’ve nodded until it’s already done. And even then, you’re still thinking, still hesitating somewhere deep inside. But your body, your body answers first.

His lips ghost against your neck. Enough for you to feel the shape of his smile. “I’ll take very good care of you,” he whispers.

And this time, the shiver that runs through you is stronger. Deeper. It coils low, tightens, settles low between your legs. Then, he steps away and the warmth disappears with him. The space opens again and you’re left there, standing in the dark, senses sharpened, body quietly buzzing in anticipation for whatever he decides to do next.

-

Your world narrowed into darkness and the sound of your own breathing feels louder now. Like every inhale, every exhale gives you away. For a second, nothing happens and you hate it. Because the waiting—it stretches, coils tight in your chest, crawls under your skin until you start to wonder if he’s doing this on purpose. Letting you stand there, suspended, hyperaware of the cool air brushing over your bare arms, your collarbones, the backs of your knees. Of everything.

“Hyunjin—”

You don’t even get to finish and he’s suddenly there. Behind you. Close enough that the heat of him bleeds into your back, his chest hovering just shy of touching, but near enough that your body reacts anyway in the way your spine straightening, breath catching mid-inhale.

He doesn’t say anything but his hands find your waist as if he’s giving you time to register it. Warm palms settling against your clothed skin and then they move to the front. Fingers slipping to the knot of your robe, undoing it with an ease that makes your stomach dip. The fabric loosens instantly, and before you can even think about stopping him, he parts it open. His hands drag upward along the lapels until they rest on your shoulders again. He gives it a moment, letting you feel it and then slowly, he slides the robe off. The fabric falls away from you in a whisper, slipping down your arms, your sides until you heat the faint thudding sound of it hitting the floor.

This time, you feel his chest against your back with no space in between. He feels solid, undeniable, and warm. His fingers find the thin straps of your slip next, tangling it around his little finger. “This is cute,” he murmurs, voice low, right against your ear. You feel the ghost of a smile there, hear it in the way his tone dips. “But I think it has to go too.”

He doesn’t waste time. His fingers slide the straps down your shoulders slowly. His fingertips grazing your skin as they travel, sending a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You can feel his focus now as if he’s watching every reaction you give him.

The dress gathers at your waist. His fingers hook beneath the fabric, and for a moment, you feel his slow intake of air, like he’s bracing himself for what he’s about to do, about to see and feel. Then finally, he pulls it down until the fabric pooling around your ankles.

You step out of it without thinking, one foot, then the other, and the second it’s gone, you feel his gaze on you. You can’t see it, but you know it. The way his deep, intense eyes drag over your skin and suddenly you feel exposed in a way that has nothing to do with the lack of clothes. Your arms start to lift, instinctively trying to cover yourself as best as you can.

But then, you feel arms wrapping around you, lifting you clean off the ground in one smooth motion. A surprised gasp leaves you, hands flying to his shoulders as your body instinctively presses into his. He doesn’t falter, just carries you like it’s nothing, like you weigh nothing at all.

The bed dips beneath you as he sets you down, gently and carefully, the contrast almost jarring after the strength of his grip. You barely have time to process it before he’s gone again. Or at least… not touching you.

The absence, the hollow space… it makes your chest rise a little faster. You lie there, blindfolded, bare, your senses reaching for him and finding only the faint shift of air, the quiet creak of the mattress as he moves somewhere near you.

He’s watching—you know he is— and he lets you sit in it, letting the anticipation build again. Before you know it, you feel his hands on yours. His fingers slip between yours, loosely lacing them together before guiding them upward. You let him move you, your arms lifting above your head until your wrists rest against the pillow. And then, he keeps them there.

“I could tie these,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his thumbs brushing lazily over your knuckles. “Have a lot more fun that way.”

Your lips part, ready to protest but he cuts you off with a quiet chuckle. “Yeah, yeah—I know. You’d hate that.”

A second passes in silence and then his voice dips, closer. “So I’ll trust you instead.”

He tightens his hold around your wrist just a little as he leans in, the warmth of his breath brushes your face as he asks, “I trust you that no matter what happens, you’ll keep them there, right?”

You hesitate because trusting him like this—blindfolded, exposed, held in place by nothing but your own promise feels… dangerous in a way you can’t quite explain. But still, your mouth responding before your brain can fully comprehend the options. “Yes,” you murmur, almost breathless.

“Good,” he says in satisfaction. With that, he slowly lets go of your hands.

As promised, your hands remain where they are, hovering above your head, fingers curling slightly into the sheets as if testing yourself. “Okay,” he says lightly, a grin hidden somewhere in his voice. “Now the fun begins.”

You immediately regret everything. A quiet groan leaves you under your breath, and you hear the low, amused chuckle that follows from him.

“You do trust me, right?” he asks again, almost teasing now.

There’s still that thread of doubt in you, something cautious, something that wants to pull the blindfold off and take back control. But you swallow it down because something you have to give trust in order to gain it. “Yes,” you say with a low sigh.

He hums, unimpressed. “I can hear that sigh, you know.”

You sigh again—louder this time, just to spite him.

He laughs, amused and then bed shifts. The sound of his laughter fades as you’re left there again, waiting. Your body tenses instinctively, anticipation curling tight in your stomach. You almost give in, almost reach up and rip the blindfold away just to see what he’s doing.

The temptation is there but you choose not to fall for it. You stay and wait. And then, something brushes your neck. Light and soft, barely there. You flinch but the hair on the back of your neck raised anyway. “What is that—”

“Shh,” he murmurs, cutting you off gently. “Just feel.”

You consider it again, to just give in already but you choose to obey anyway. You let your eyes fall shut beneath the blindfold, leaning into the sensation instead of questioning it. It moves again and you’re certain now that Hyunjin is using the feather tickler on you. A faint tickle just behind your ear this time—so delicate it almost doesn’t feel real, like a whisper against your skin. Your head tips instinctively, chasing away the sensation even as it lingers.

The feather trails lower. Down your throat, the valley of your chest. It drifts to the side, to your left breast. He makes slow, circling movements that barely touch you, teasing around the nipple and when it grazes over your other breast, drawing soft patterns that make your skin prickle with awareness, you feel warmth begin to bloom beneath the surface, spreading, building.

He takes his time, long enough that your breathing shifts, long enough that you start anticipating the next pass before it even comes and then it disappears. Only to return somewhere else. Under your arm. You jolt this time, a quiet, startled sound slipping out as your body curls slightly away from it.

“It’s ticklish, huh?” he mutters, amused.

“You think?” you shoot back, breathless.

Another chuckle and then he moves again. Back across your body, slow and wandering, tracing new paths that keep your muscles tensing and releasing in waves. Across your stomach, your sides, your hips—never quite lingering long enough, never quite giving you what you think you want. It’s maddening. The way he keeps you there, reacting, guessing.

The feather drifts lower, cutting across your abdomen, sending your hips lifted off the bed in reaction. Seeking more of that ticklish, tingling feeling. But then, as you’re about to drown in the sensation of it, it disappears. When it returns, the feather is tickling at the sole of your foot. Your toes curl, pressing into the mattress as a quiet breath escapes you. He drags it upward, trailing the inside of your leg. He focuses on the sensitive skin behind your knee, tickling you there before continuing its path. Higher. Slower. He takes his time along the inside of your thigh. Inching closer but not exactly touching where you want him to, but close enough that your body responds anyway. Your hips lift slightly, unthinking, chasing a contact he refuses to give.

“So sensitive…” he murmurs, voice lower now, closer. Like this is what he’s been waiting for.

You hate how right he is, how sensitive you are to his stimulation and just when the tension peaks, when your body starts to lean into it, to crave more— He stops and the feather disappears. Your body drops back against the mattress, a soft exhale leaving you as the warmth lingers, pulsing quietly beneath your skin. You hear him move again and you turn your head toward the sound, brows knitting faintly. “Having too much fun, mmh?” you mutter.

There’s no answer. Instead, the mattress shifts again, and suddenly he’s right there. Too close. “I was lying earlier,” he murmurs, voice low against your ear.

Your heart dips at the betrayal. “What do you mean—”

“The real fun…” his plush lips brushing your ear as he talks in low, sultry voice. “…starts now.”

Anticipation, excitement, thrills and fears — they’re all tangled into this one indescribable feeling the second you hear those words out of his mouth. Before you can brace yourself for it, his hand hovering near your hip. Just there, waiting for the right moment.

Your breath goes shallow and that’s when his fingers brush lightly along the waistband of your underwear, just enough to make your hips shift ever so slightly against the sheets.

And then his mouth is right by your ear again. “But first,” he seductively murmurs. “Let’s get this out of the way first.”

-

You try. You really try to stay calm. But the second his fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear and begin to slide it down, your body betrays you anyway. A shiver runs through you and it’s not just the touch—it’s how aware you are of it. The light graze of his fingertips along your skin as the fabric moves lower, brushing your hips, your thighs until it’s gone completely. And just like that, you’re bare

The blindfold doesn’t help. If anything, it makes it worse. Because you can’t see him—you can only imagine the way he’s looking at you, the way his gaze lingers, the way it travels down your body. Your breath turns shallow as the bed shifts again. A quiet rustle of sheets, then the faint sound of something being opened.

Then, almost to himself, Hyunjin says, “Uh… it’s watermelon.”

You almost scoff, knowing that he’s checking on the small bottle of lubricant from the foreplay kit. And sure enough, a second later, there’s a quiet hum of consideration like he’s actually tasting it before a low, almost disappointed murmur follows.

“Still like cherry more,” he says, sticking to his favorite.

You don’t get the chance to respond because suddenly, a cool drop lands on your skin. It’s unexpected and it takes you a second to even process where it landed before his voice follows, entirely too innocent. “Oops…” he dramatically gasps but doesn’t sound sorry at all.

“Don’t worry,” he adds, a smile threading through his tone, “I’ll clean it up.”

Too bad that he can’t see the way you roll your eyes behind the blindfold but you gasp the second you feel his warm mouth on you. And instead of cleaning it up like he said, he’s using his soft lips to smear the lubricant all over your breast. When he’s sure he makes the mess out of it, he begins to collect the lubricant with his tongue in small, teasing licks.

He moves slowly, working his way around the areola and then inward. His hot, slick tongue tirelessly licking every inch of skin, every drop of lubricant coating it. Catching you off guard, he takes your whole nipple into his mouth and sucks on it hard enough, earning himself a low, breathless gasp from you. You can feel his smirk against your skin and it seems to encourage him to do more. You feel his tongue twirling around the bed, before sucking on it again harder that by the time he let go, it makes a popping sound.

You shiver at the warm, the wet of his wet saliva coated your breast as it exposed to cool night air. You gasp again as he lands more lubricant, not giving you time to catch up as he’s making a trail of lubricant, clear liquid makes a path down from your sternum to your abdomen.

“I got clumsy hands,” he mutters, still not a hint of sorry.

You’re about to scoff when he lands his mouth on you again, his tongue following the trail of lubricant, licking and gently sucking on the skin as he goes lower and lower still. Then his tongue teasing around the navel for a while before it inches down south, closer to where you want him the most.

His mouth hovering above your pelvic bone when he suddenly, he stops and mutters, “There. I cleaned it up well.”

For a second, you really think he's done but at the same time, it’s Hyunjin, you can tell that it’s just a false warning. And you’re right, as soon as you think it, you feel the cool liquid dripping on you. You gasp as he squeezes more of it, right onto your arousal. Heat meeting the cool, watery liquid as it drips down between your folds.

You inhale sharply, your body reacting before your other senses catching up. But instead of following through like he did earlier, he does nothing and leaves you there, waiting. “Aren’t you going to clean that too?” you manage to ask between your uneven breaths.

A soft chuckle and then lightly, he says, “It’s not a mess… yet.”

It’s quiet for a brief moment before a faint mechanical sound cutting through the silence in the room. Something is humming, vibrating, brushing against your hardening nipple in a way that makes you jolt slightly in surprise. Your best guess is he’s using the finger vibrator and he takes his time with it too, making you squirm under him. His next target moves source of heat between your legs. He doesn’t waste another second but to press the vibrator on your bundle of nerves, knowing that it’s pulsating with needs.

Hyunjin continues experimenting, testing, learning what makes you react, angling the vibrator to find one that makes you shift beneath him, what makes your breathing falter.

You can’t hide it, you can’t hold the unguarded moan that spills out of you when he finds that sensitive spot. Your body responds on instinct, arching slightly, chasing the sensation before you can stop yourself. He notices and therefore, he leans into it.

Soon, everything narrow and builds. And tightens. You lose it for a moment. Just a moment. Your body going slack against the mattress as the tension finally breaks, your breath coming out in soft, uneven waves.

Hyunjin ditches the vibrator because what you feel next is his warm breath ghosting your still quivering, still sensitive sex. Then, he softly murmurs. “Now, time to clean the mess.”

There’s nothing playful about the way he says it but what does it is the eagerness and excitement laced in the tone. Like he’s been waiting for this and can’t stand another second of it.

As expected, he dives right into your wetness, a mix of your arousal and lubricant, you can imagine it flooding his mouth as you still relishing the waves of pleasure washing over you. Your hips twitching as his tongue teasing at your engorging clit, you gasp when he opens his mouth wider like he doesn't want to miss a spot. Like he can't get enough of the taste. Like he’s determined to clean the mess he made.

That's when you finally allow your hands to stop gripping the sheets and reach around blindly for his head, until they're tangled in his dark locks. You feel his head moving, bobbing as he continues to collect every drop of you with his mouth.

It’s quiet in the room, only filled with the sound of his wet tongue meeting your wet cunt, and the occasional slurping, sucking sounds. From the sound of it, he does sound like one thirsty man.

The pleasure gets too overwhelming again, you tug at his hair, hard enough in hope that he would ease down on sucking at your clit but it seems to do the opposite as he curves his hands under and around your thighs. He presses you closer into him and at the same time, allowing him to suck deeper, harder on your clit.

“Hyunjin…” you whine.

But no, he won’t let go. The plush lips wrapped firmly around your clit, the hands resting on each side of your hips holding you down, he resists to let go for a breather. He only stops when he feels your legs trembling around him and only then, he slowly lets go.

When he finally moves away, the absence of him feels just as noticeable as his presence did before. But then, you feel the duvet settles over you, shielding you from the night air. You feel him beside you next, so close that his warmth slowly seeps into you. Your blindfold lifts next and you blink your eyes, adjusting them to the lights.

The first thing you see is him, right there, staring at you. His hair falls slightly into his eyes as he reaches out, brushing a damp strand away from your forehead, his touch gentler now, almost careful. “See? It’s all fun stuff,” he says rather playfully like he’s clueless about the intensity of what just happened before this.

Despite it, your chest loosens because you get it now. What he meant. Why he did this. It’s trust. Not control. Not pressure. Just… trust. Your fingers move before you can think too much about it, finding his hand where it rests near you. You lace your fingers with his this time. “Let’s get on with it,” you say quietly.

“What?” he asks, putting away the strand of hair sticking to your temple.

You meet his gaze properly now, steady despite the lingering warmth still humming through you. “Let’s continue. The test.”

He seems surprised by it. “Are you sure?”

You nod without hesitation. “I’m sure.”

He studies you for a second longer, like he’s checking on you. Then he exhales softly. “Okay.”

-

The moment stretches as Hyunjin takes his time. He’s fully concentrating on putting the condom on and even when he’s done, he adjusts it and readjusts it until he’s hundred percent sure that he wears it properly and securely. It intimidates you still, the size of him wrapped in the thin rubber but not as much as the other day. This time, the nerves are manageable.

When he finally moves back toward you, lowering himself on top of you, there’s that look of half questioning, half restraint. “Are you still sure about this?” he murmurs.

You huff out the smallest laugh, tilting your head. “Ask me once more and maybe I’ll change my mind.”

The grin returns to his face but it softens just as fast when you pull him in by the shoulder and press your lips to his. It’s easier this way—less thinking, more feeling. His smile melts into the kiss, and then he’s there with you. Soon, your bodies to mold into one, rubbing against each other, heating, burning, lighting each other’s fuse.

You know your body best and your body is more than ready. You know for sure from the way it's still dripping from the previous stimulation and the one he's doing now as he has his fingers lightly rubbing around your entrance. So when Hyunjin pulls away just the slightest to check on you again, you quickly give him a nod of permission. Your hand reaches for him, turning his head toward you. "Do it slowly," you breathlessly say.

He nods and softly answers, “Okay.”

Hyunjin lifts himself off the bed, sending the duvet sliding off his body, exposing both of your bodies to the night air again. Slowly, surely, he positions himself between your legs. He doesn’t rush it, he’s drawing more essence by fingering you and smearing it around with the tip of his cock.

When he looks up, he checks on you one more time and says, “I’m going in.”

You remind yourself to breathe, to keep calm even though the big, blunt tip of him pushing into you. You’re too focused on yourself for a brief moment that the sight of Hyunjin surprised you. You can see how much it overwhelms him too, his eyes screwed shut, lips pressed tight that it forms a thin line, low groans threatening to spill.

However, when he looks at you, he manages to keep calm and asks again. “Okay?”

You can barely feel him inside you, just there hovering around the entrance so you tell him, “You can put it in a little bit more.”

Hyunjin nods. He pulls back before entering you again, slowly and carefully more. He pushes through the entrance and keeps pushing, just an inch before stopping himself. You catch the way his face contorts in both restraint and focus. Like he can’t bear losing it right then, right there. "Is this okay?" he asks, hands rubbing the side of your thighs.

“This much… is okay,” you manage to say even though you feel that sudden stretch and fullness inside you.

He exhales, like he’s been holding it in. And for a moment, neither of you move. It’s just the two of you, suspended there—breathing, adjusting, feeling.

You try to lighten it, just a little. Almost too casually, you say, “It has good lubrication.”

He blinks, like you’ve pulled him out of somewhere far away. “What?”

“The condom has good lubrication,” you repeat it, more clearly this time but he seems to be caught in the feeling of it all to properly hear your words and process it.

You rest your hands on his forearms, feeling the blood rushing under his skin. Then slowly, glide them higher, trying to ease him, to put his focus back on track. After a moment, you look at him and ask, “How does it feel?”

He looks at you and exhales. “It’s good,” he says it so low it’s almost a whisper.

But you doubt that the two of you are thinking of the same thing so you lightly, carefully ask, “The condom is… good?”

It’s probably the first time you see Hyunjin flustered, like he’s caught doing things he shouldn’t be. “Yeah, the condom is good. It so thin that…” he pauses to deeply inhale air before continuing. “…I can feel everything.”

Out of curiosity, you move your hips just the slightest, wanting to test it. Or test him. And the way he holds himself back from groaning have you supress your smile. You land soft caresses on his shoulders, trying to calm him down. “I think we need to move to properly test it,” you say, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

Even with the suggestion comes from you, Hyunjin doesn’t move right away. He takes a moment to gather himself and when he’s ready, he plants his knees firmly against the mattress, resting his hands on each side of your thighs. Slowly, he’s parting them wider, just enough space for him to move. When he looks down to where your bodies connected, his eyes widen almost in awe, like he can't quite comprehend it that he’s inside you. Like what he’s seeing doesn’t quite match to what he’s feeling.

His hands firmly grip your hips, needing an anchor as he starts moving, slowly, deliberately. He’s keeping the depth steady and same in each careful thrust. He’s not quite hitting you right on the spot but from the size alone is enough to give you the pleasure you seek and added with the fact that you’re still sensitive from the previous orgasm. The next thing you know, you're opening your legs wider for him, hips moving along to meet his thrust halfway.

Hyunjin grips your thighs harder, fingers digging into the flesh yet he moves with such control even though you can see how much he's restrained himself and at one point, you feel him launched a little deeper than before.

Your eyes glance down to where your bodies joined and to your surprise, his cock is not even halfway inside you yet you feel so full of him. The sight arouses you so much that the knot inside you tighten, the moans spill free from your parted mouth.

When your eyes flick up, they meet his instantly and the eye contact stays as the two of you keep moving, chasing that high together. Something unspoken passes between you, something that has nothing to do with testing or schedules or rules. Just heat. Just want. You feel it crest before you even realize it’s coming—the tight pull low in your stomach, the way the pleasure gets a hold of your body even more intense than before. This time, you don’t hold it back. You let it happen, let him see it, feel it.

That’s what undoes him. You see it clear as day the moment he loses that last thread of control, the careful rhythm breaking, his breath hitching, his grip tightening. His jaws drop open and a soundless groan rolls out of his mouth. His head dips, his forehead brushing yours, and then he’s kissing you again—harder this time, deeper, like it’s the only thing he needs right now. This kiss. You.

And in that moment, none of you seem to remember what this supposed to be.

-

Hyunjin’s lips are still on yours when it begins to fade and reality comes back all at once.

The room, the dim lights, the faint scent of vanilla still lingering in the air—and him. This. What you just did. What this is.

Hyunjin is the one who pulls away first, just enough for breath to return between you. His lips brush yours one last time before he leans back, running a hand through his hair, still a little dazed. “Wait here,” he murmurs, voice a little rough like the intensity from earlier still clinging to him. “I’ll just—bathroom.”

However, you’re already moving. You sit up abruptly, the duvet slipping from your body as you scramble off the bed, your heartbeat suddenly loud in your ears. Your fingers fumble for the robe you’d discarded earlier, grabbing it from the floor and pulling it around yourself. “I—uh—I’d better go,” you say, words coming out too quickly, tripping over each other.

Hyunjin freezes as he tethers on the edge of the bed. He looks at you with eyes flickering with confusion. “What?” he says, a small laugh under his breath, like he thinks you’re joking. “You don’t have to rush.”

But you are already rushing. You’re crouching, gathering your clothes in a messy bundle, not even bothering to sort what’s what. Your hands move faster than your thoughts, like if you stop, even for a second, you might actually feel everything you’re trying to outrun. “It’s late. You—you should rest. I should rest. It’s been… a long, exhausting day.”

It sounds flimsy the second it leaves your mouth, but you don’t give him the chance to question it. You don’t look at him. If you do, you might hesitate. If you hesitate, you might stay. And that—that feels dangerous in a way you don’t want to examine right now.

“Hey…” he starts, softer this time.

But you cut it off with a rushed, “Goodnight.”

With that, you’re gone. Out of the room, down the hallway, up the stairs. Your grip tightening around the bundle of clothes in your arms. You don’t stop until you’re inside your room.

The door shuts behind you with a soft click and you lean back against it immediately, your body pressing into the wood as if you need it to keep you steady, your breath uneven, chest rising and falling too fast. Your eyes squeeze shut and for a second, everything spins. His hands. His voice. The way he looked at you. The way you looked back.

“What the hell are you doing?” you mutter to yourself under your breath.

Your head tips back, and you let it hit the door lightly—once. Then again, a little harder. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to snap you back into yourself. You almost lost it in there. Not just control—not just composure. Judgment.

You swallow, fingers tightening around the fabric in your arms. “This is a test” you remind yourself, quieter now. “And you’re not his type.”

But the way your chest still feels tight doesn’t quite convince you. You press the back of your head against the door one last time, eyes still closed. Trying to steady something that doesn’t want to settle.

-

The next morning, you move through your routine like it will save you. Breakfast first. Coffee next. Laptop. Everything placed just within reach on the dining table, the screen already lighting up with the evaluation site. The cursor blinks patiently in the corner, waiting. You only need to wait for Hyunjin because you’re both agree to fill it together.

So instead, you eat. You scroll through emails. You pretend your mind isn’t drifting somewhere it shouldn’t. But your eyes catch something unfamiliar on your table. Hyunjin’s sketchbook. It’s just… there. Left open beside his abandoned laptop and headphones like he forgot it existed. Or like he didn’t care if you saw it.

You hesitate for a second and then, slowly, you reach for it. You glance around like he might magically appear and catch you in the act before dragging it closer, fingertips brushing the worn cover. You take one look around the space to finally open it. The pages are filled with lines, shapes. Half-finished ideas. Doodles scattered between notes written in cursive letter that you can’t fully understand and yet somehow, it all makes sense together. It’s messy, unfiltered, alive. Just like the owner. Just like Hyunjin.

You flip another page and another. More doodles, more drawings. They’re all good. No, good is an understatement. They’re fucking great. There’s intention in every stroke, even the careless ones. A kind of quiet attention to detail that feels… intimate. Like he sees things most people don’t bother to notice. Like he feels them.

You don’t even realize how absorbed you are until you hear his voice. “They’re good, right?”

Your head snaps up and Hyunjin is there, leaning against the kitchen counter, hair a mess, eyes barely open, that lazy, knowing grin already stretching across his face like he’s been watching you longer than you’d like to admit. You shut the sketchbook a little too fast and slides it back to where it was. You turn your attention back to your laptop, clicking aimlessly just to give yourself something to do. You don’t answer him but take another bite of your breakfast.

Thankfully, Hyunjin doesn’t push. He just hums softly to himself and moves around the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. He gathers a bowl, a spoon, pulling his cereal box from your cabinet. Milk from your fridge. Coffee poured into his mug. By the time he sits across from you, he’s already halfway through a spoonful, still blinking sleep out of his eyes. His cheeks are full of food when he reaches for the sketchbook again, flipping through the pages and stops when he finds a particular drawing he made. Then, he turns it toward you.

You don’t even need a second glance to know it’s you. You recognize it instantly from the shape, the facial features, the expression. Your eyes drawn wider, almost sparkling. Your smile softer, warmer like something out of a version of you that doesn’t exist in real life. It’s you but… brighter. Your face shows that you’re unimpressed but you’re not going to give him the satisfaction by saying it out loud. You scoff under your breath instead.

“Drew it last night,” he says with a grin, like it’s no big deal. “Figured that’s what you’d look like when I welcomed you home.”

You don’t respond because what are you even supposed to say to that? You can’t even find it in you to say thanks for drawing you beautifully like that. Your dignity won’t just allow you.

He flips the sketchbook shut again, like he’s already satisfied with your reaction—or lack of one—and goes back to his cereal. “I know you were happy to see me,” he adds, almost to himself.

You ignore that too and instead, turn your laptop toward him, angling the screen just enough for him to see. “Time to fill the evaluation form,” you announce without much ceremony.

He glances at it, chewing slowly, then leans back just a little. “Not sure we gathered enough data.”

You narrow your eyes immediately. “You’re saying we need more testing?”

A coy shrug and then. “Just saying…”

You don’t dare to entertain the idea. You cut it off before he can spiral into anything else.

“Comfort rating?” you ask, going through the questions on the evaluation form.

“Ten.”

You type it in and fill the same for you. No hesitation there. “Stimulation intensity?”

He smirks slightly. “Twelve.”

You don’t even look at him as you type. “Ten it is.”

He chuckles under his breath but lets you have it.

“Experience?” you prompt.

This time, he thinks before providing a proper answer. “I barely have no complaints. It’s thin. Like—really thin. I had to check a few times if it was even there.”

You pause for half a second to filter his words, smoothing them into something usable before typing them in. You add your own note beneath it: good lubrication.

“Additional feedback?”

He taps his spoon against the bowl, thinking. “Oh, the smell. There’s a faint rubbery smell, but it’s there. Would’ve been annoying without the lubricant.”

You nod slightly, typing it in and moves on. “Additional feedback?”

He leans back further this time, eyes drifting—not on you, not on the laptop, but somewhere in between. “Gotta be careful putting it on because the material is so thin. Also I’m not sure yet how it holds up under… intense activity.”

You don’t comment and just type. Once you get everything you wanted, you close the laptop halfway and plan to organize it later, make it neat and proper — Unlike something else.

Across from you, Hyunjin sips the milk straight from his cereal bowl and then stretches his arms into the air. That familiar smirk creeping back into his face as he settles onto his seat and you’re afraid of what he’s thinking in that little head of his. But he says what’s in his head anyway, like he needs you to know. “If the foreplay kit wasn’t complimentary, I’d rate it a hundred.”

You so badly want to ignore him but your mind — your mind doesn’t cooperate with you and it acts on its own by taking you back to last night. The blindfold. The waiting in anticipation. The way everything felt sharper, louder, more intense in the dark. The way you let him take control. The way you trusted him. You wrap your fingers around your mug and the heat helps to take you back to present. Before you slip too far into it again. Because this is a test. Just a test. Right?

“What’s the next product we’re testing?” Hyunjin asks after shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

You open the calendar and each date filled with notes in it. The scheduled test is next weekend, along with the time and the product. A heavy sigh escaped your mouth when you read the name. It’s one he’s excited the most to try.

He looks at you, waiting for your answer while lifting his coffee mug close to his mouth.

You’re so not in the mood to see his triumphant smile or grin or smirk. Or any sign that he’s having fun with it. You sigh again and finally say it, “It’s the hands-free couple vibrator.”

-

The office feels… different the moment you step in. Everyone is there but there’s a stiffness in the air, like something unseen has straightened every spine, forcing everyone to focus at the task at hand. Even the usual low chatter is replaced with polite murmurs and the soft tapping of keyboards. You don’t comment on but head straight to your desk, setting your bag down as Gabe rolls her chair closer, tablet already in hand.

“You’re glowing,” she says, a statement rather than a guess.

You’re not even sure that it’s true or that she gets the impression of it. “Glowing? Really?”

“Yeah, like something good happened,” Gabe says, leaning forward on your desk, raising her eyebrow teasingly.

Your hand mindlessly reaching for your face like it’s written all over your face and you want to smudge it down. “I don’t think—”

“So I guess you handled the vendor issue well?” Gabe cuts in through your flustered moment with a ork question.

“Yes, I… handled it,” you reply, keeping your composure despite the sudden shift of topic. “Delay on their end, but we secured a workaround. Which remind me to revise the timeline later.”

She nods, fingers moving quickly across the screen as she logs it in. “Good. That would’ve been a nightmare if it dragged longer.”

“It won’t,” you say simply, already opening your laptop.

You can finally settle to your seat, to your work and it reminds you of the way everyone is behaving today. Your brows furrow as you lean toward Gabe’s desk and asks, “Is someone happening in the office? It’s so quiet.”

Gabe doesn’t even look up as she answers, “The new CMO is visiting.”

“Didn’t that happen yesterday?”

“Got canceled,” she replies, finally glancing at you. “It’s today.”

You hum softly, leaning back in your chair. “So… I can safely bet it’s one of the family again?”

Gabe snorts under her breath, clearly trying to keep it professional. “That’s what everyone’s saying.”

Of course. Same cycle. Same pattern. A revolving door of titles passed between people who were born into them. You don’t think much of it after that. You turn back to your screen, clicking through emails, letting yourself fall into routine again because it’s easier that way.

A moment later, you hear the noise coming from the hallway. A dozen pair of footsteps coming in at once. Gabe cranes her neck toward the hallway, eyes widening just slightly before she pushes herself up from her chair and leans toward you. “They’re here.”

You hum, noncommittal. You’ve done this before. Smile, greet, nod, repeat. It’s all the same method of surviving in a workplace. The footsteps grow louder the closer they get and the office seems to hold its breath.

“Good morning,” Gabe greets, her voice warm and perfectly measured.

That’s your cue to also do your formal greeting, maybe a small talk too if necessary. You exhale quietly, pushing your chair back before standing up, smoothing down your skirt out of habit. Your expression settles into professionalism and politeness, just the right amount of pleasant. You turn with a smile and then, you freeze in place. It’s barely noticeable to anyone else. But it is to him. Because it’s him.

Kim Seungmin. He’s standing there like he did once before. He’s still composed and sharp as you remember, his eyes scanning the room before landing on you and stopping. There’s no surprise on his face. None. If anything, there’s the faintest flicker of recognition. Of something deeper, something that doesn’t belong in a room like this.

Your smile falters for half a second then snaps back into place. it’s too late to hide it because you already know and he saw it. And the worst part? The way your chest tightens has nothing to do with his job title. Nothing to do with why he’s here.

And everything to do with the fact that he’s back. Back in your life. And you can only hope, he doesn’t find his way back into your heart too.

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Product Evaluation Submission Participant Product Testing Program Product Name: Ultra-sensitive Thin Condom – 0,01mm. Product Code: US-TC-21 Participant 1 ID: P-260319 Participant 2 ID: P-260320 Date of Evaluation: Friday, March 26. 1. Rate Comfort (1–10) Participant 1: 10 Participant 2: 10 2. Rate Stimulation Intensity (1–10) Participant 1: 9 Participant 2: 10 3. Describe Your Experience Using the Product The product offers a high level of comfort with an ultra-thin design that closely mimics natural sensation. Once applied correctly, it remains secure and unobtrusive throughout use. The lubrication provided is effective and enhances overall smoothness and ease of use. Users may need to handle the product carefully during application due to its delicate material. 4. Additional Feedback Slight rubber scent detected; may be noticeable without lubricant. Thin material enhances sensitivity but requires careful handling. Further testing recommended to assess durability under more intense conditions. 5. Are you satisfied with the product? (Rate 1-10) Participant 1: 9 Participant 2: 10 6. Would You Buy This Product? (Rate 1-10) Participant 1: 9 Participant 2: 10 7. Would You Recommend This Product To Others? (Rate 1-10) Participant 1: 10 Participant 2: 10 Final Comment A highly effective product for those prioritizing sensitivity and comfort. Best used with adequate lubrication. Additional testing advised for long-term durability and performance under varied conditions. Submission Status: ✔ Successfully Submitted

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"Oh, hey love. I didn't hear you come in." Hyunjin said, beckoning you to come closer.

You walked closer to him and he wrapped his arm around you, swiftly pulling you in his lap and making you squeal in surprise. Your arms automatically wrapped around his shoulders as he leaned in, kissing your jaw and cheek.

"What's got you so concentrated?" you giggled a little, caressing the back of his head, the buzzed hair soft under your palm.

Hyunjin's eyes fluttered as he gently caressed your cheek, pressing his lips on yours.

"Something I wanted us to try for a long time." he whispered against your lips, kissing you slowly again. You could never get enough of his kisses, you loved it all from the little pecks he'd give you as he giggled to the most desperate and passionate make out sessions where you couldn't get enough of each other, always needing more.

"Oh yeah?" you smirked. "Something naughty?"

"Not really." Hyunjin shook his head and motioned towards his laptop, adjusting you on his lap so you were turned towards the screen. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your stomach and his free hand scrolling up the page.

"Tantric sex?" your eyes widened, cheeks burning instantly.

"Mhm. Have you heard about it?"

"I have. It's supposed to be like meditative and sensual?" you asked, your hand caressing his arm that was holding you.

"Something like that." Hyunjin chuckled. "I just want us to connect like never before. I want to be close to you in every way possible. I want to explore you and love every part of you." he talked, his lips constantly making contact with the back of your neck.

Goosebumps appeared on your skin and you shivered, grabbing at his hand and intertwining your fingers as you turned to look at him.

"Hyunjin." you sighed, your heart beating fast against your chest.

"Don't feel pressured, my love. It's just a suggestion. You don't have to say yes." he smiled sweetly at you.

"Tell me more about it." you whispered, turning to face him fully and gently taking his face in your hands. Hyunjin giggled a little, nuzzling into your palms.

"Okay well, the point is to be in the moment with your partner, take your time as you explore each other and do stuff like breathe together and just touch each other. It doesn't have to be just sex, it's not about getting to the finish line, it's more about enjoying the journey." he explained and you nodded.

"It's supposed to bring us closer together. And when you do finish at the end, it's like the best full body orgasm you can experience." he added.

"So basically it's a huge edge fest?" you joked and Hyunjin laughed.

"Kind of, if you wanna look at it that way." he searched your eyes.

"Of course I wanna be closer to you, my love. It sounds like something wonderful, like an out of body experience." you smiled, kissing his nose.

"So, you wanna try it?" he beamed at you and you nodded.

"Yes, I'd love to." Hyunjin let out a delighted chuckle as he hugged you tighter, making you giggle.

You were a little bit nervous but excited to try something so romantic and loving with your sweet Hyunjin.

~

A few days later, after doing more research and discussing about it, the two of you finally had a weekend off, no other plans, perfect for enjoying each other without anyone else bothering you.

As soon as you opened your eyes that Saturday, you found Hyunjin already awake and smiling at you.

"Good morning, beautiful." he said and you whined, covering your face with the blanket, mumbling behind it.

"Don't hide." Hyunjin pried the blanket out of your fingers, pulling it down and chuckling at your disheveled state.

"You'll look at me all day today anyways." you huffed, moving your hair out of your face. He leaned in and gave you a few sweet pecks.

"I can't wait." he smiled, wrapping his arm around you.

You stayed like that quietly for some time as you caressed the back of his neck and he drew circles on your back. You almost fell back asleep until he lifted up and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm gonna start preparing our space." Hyunjin said before getting up. You turned on your back, stretching with a smile.

It was really happening.

By the time you got up and made your way to the living room, Hyunjin had already moved around some furniture, preparing the carpeted floor with covers, blankets and pillows. The two of you thought your living room would be the best option, it was spacious and full of light, usually the room where you relaxed, with all the pretty paintings Hyunjin had hung on the walls and the flower pots you had scattered around.

It was also the room where you first kissed and made love on your third date, when you invited Hyunjin over for a home cooked dinner.

"Need help?" you asked and Hyunjin nodded.

"I prepared some fruit in the kitchen. And water bottles. You can bring it here." he said and you walked away to the kitchen, bringing all the stuff to the living room.

Hyunjin was lighting up some scented candles before he turned to smile at you.

"Do you think it's warm enough here? I turned on the heating."

"It's fine. Comfortable." you nodded.

You decided to eat a simple toast for breakfast and have just a little bit of coffee. There was a strict rule of no devices whatsoever, just you and Hyunjin in your own little world so he grabbed your phones and laptops, leaving it all turned off in your bedroom.

Lastly, Hyunjin dimmed the lights and took your hand in his gently, a sweet smile dancing on his lips as the two of you finally settled in your living room.

"So, how do we start?" you asked, feeling a little nervous.

"However we feel like. There is no rules to that." he smiled. "Though matching our breathing is important. But I just wanna embrace you first, my love." Hyunjin added, placing his hands gently on your waist. You smiled wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest against his as you felt his warmth and found yourself enjoying the familiar and comforting place your lover's arms provided.

You held each other quietly for some time, then ever so slightly you started moving together to the quiet relaxing music in the background as if you were slow dancing but even slower. With your eyes closed, you pressed your cheek against his, your heart already filling up with love. Swaying with him like that almost made you feel like your feet weren't even touching the ground.

"You wanna sit down?" Hyunjin whispered quietly after a while, brushing his lips against your cheek gently.

"Mhm." you said and he leaned back, his hands finding yours and fingers entwining as he sat down cross-legged, you following suit and mirroring his pose, scooting closer to him so your knees and feet touched. Both of you were wearing only underwear and a shirt you slept in so the bare skin contact already got your breath stuck in your throat.

Hyunjin held your hands, resting them over his knees, his thumb caressing your skin gently. He gave you a little smile as the two of you held eye contact. You slowed your breathing, focusing on the moment as Hyunjin observed you. A little giggle escaped your lips.

"Sorry." you whispered.

"No, it's okay. We should be smiling and laughing. I'm glad that looking at me makes you giggle, darling." he smiled and you felt your cheeks burning. Even after so many shared moments together, you felt shy under his gaze at times.

"Well yeah, you always make me smile." you said quietly, it was his turn to giggle as he gently squeezed your hands. You sat like that for a while, gazing into each other's eyes lovingly, warmth spreading throughout your body, enveloping your heart as butterflies started fluttering inside your stomach, the flapping settling in your gut. You were shocked that only looking into Hyunjin's eyes already started making you feel aroused.

You closed your eyes a few times to take a deep breath and then looked at him again.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked.

"The day we met." Hyunjin answered.

"Oh. You bumped into me pretty hard." you laughed and he chuckled.

"It was Kkami's fault." he added and you rolled your eyes playfully.

"Poor Kkami." you pouted jokingly, reminiscing the day you thought would be the worst day ever but instead, you ended up meeting the love of your life. It was a horrible day at work, you were stressed as you were walking home, clutching a comforting cup of coffee when out of nowhere a little dog came running your way, barking as he flew past you, after him his owner who bumped into you so hard that you fell on your ass and spilled coffee all over yourself.

All you wanted to do in that moment was to just stay on the floor and cry. The handsome stranger gasped and shrieked, apologizing profusely before helping you up. He kept begging you to let him make it up to you and that's how you let him get you a new cup of coffee, exchanging names and numbers.

Only two weeks later you started dating, and you haven't looked back since.

"Thinking about it too now?" Hyunjin asked.

"I was." you smiled.

"I was in love with you the moment you yelled at me. You were so scary but so pretty." he confessed and you laughed.

"I thought I looked pathetic. I felt like it." you shook your head.

"No, you looked so beautiful." Hyunjin smiled, squeezing your hands gently.

"If you say so." you giggled and he let go of your hands, reaching towards your chest and putting his palm against your heartbeat.

He took your wrist in his other hand and guided your hand to his chest, your palm pressed against his heart too.

"Can you feel my heart beating for you, my love?" Hyunjin whispered and you felt a rush of emotions overwhelming you.

"Yes, I can." you whispered.

"Breathe with me." he added and the two of you kept eye contact, feeling each other's hearts beating as you matched your breathing.

You already felt overwhelmed with love for Hyunjin, as if your heart would burst, being close to him, looking at him, being looked at by him, being noticed, touched, loved.

"I wanna kiss you." Hyunjin said. "Am I being impatient?" he asked and you chuckled.

"I don't know. Aren't we supposed to let our feelings and desires lead us?"

"I guess we are. Come sit on my lap, beloved." Hyunjin smiled and you untangled your legs and stood up, stretching a little before sitting in his his lap, your legs wrapped around him. Your core was close to his but still far enough that you didn't feel him pressing against you, more so leaning on his legs.

Hyunjin's hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs gently tracing on your skin. The shapes of you were already engraved in his mind, he could sketch you out with his eyes closed.

He leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose, then each of your eyelids, making you giggle quietly as you placed your hands on either side of his neck. Hyunjin took in a sharp breath, his neck was always sensitive and you felt him becoming warmer and more tense as your fingertips ran over his skin.

"Relax." you said, pressing your lips into his cheeks, kissing his soft skin as he leaned his head back a little, enjoying your touches.

"Remember to breathe." you whispered and he nodded.

"Yes." he whispered back, opening his eyes and looking at you with a glazed over look.

"My sweet Jinnie." your hands ran up over his head, as you gently caressed his short hair, giving him a little massage.

"Mm. Darling. That feels really good." his hands came down to your waist and he gently squeezed.

"I love making you feel good." you kissed his forehead and he let out a quiet whine.

"You always make me feel good, beloved." he stated as you kissed the tip of his nose.

His breath hitched when you cupped his face and brushed your lips against his. Hyunjin couldn't help it as he pulled you in just a little closer so now you could feel the warmth of his core near yours.

He puckered up his lips and just stayed like that, connected with you as you matched your breath again. Hyunjin then captured your lower lip between his and started kissing you gently, slowly moving his lips, savoring the moment as if it was the first and last time he would kiss you.

His hands drew little circles on your lower back as you kept kissing him, pouring the love from your lips to his. You didn't even hear the music in the background anymore, all your senses were focused on Hyunjin. He gently rubbed his nose against yours in between kisses and your hands made their way down to his shoulders which you always admired and loved kissing, maybe even sinking your teeth in.

Hyunjin's hands trembled before travelling down to gently squeeze your hips. His fingertips played with the hem of your shirt, the tip of his tongue prodding at your lips. You parted them, letting him in and he tasted you, rubbing his tongue against yours before swirling it around. You felt a zap pass through your core, arousal gathering on your entrance now.

He squeezed your hips again before leaning back a little.

"Gotta catch our breath, hm?" he asked in a sultry tone, his eyes darkened as he brushed a strand of your hair away from your face.

"Mhm." you nodded, clutching at his shoulders a little.

Hyunjin's fingertips softly ran down your inner thighs, making you shiver as he went back up.

You looked down, noticing his erection and you bit your lip. He giggled a little, making you look up at him.

"Usually I'd already be inside you, hm?" he kissed the corners of your lips.

"Yeah, pretty much." you chuckled.

"I wanna keep kissing you, my love." he said, one of his hands tangling in your hair as he held the back of your neck, his other still lingering on your thigh.

"Me too." you said, caressing his upper back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath your palms.

Hyunjin leaned in with a smile, kissing you slowly again until you built up the kiss again, your tongues crashing against each other slowly as you savored the taste of each other.

You couldn't help the little moans escaping your lips, your panties becoming more wet by the second. You throbbed and burned slowly, wanting to feel him closer to you but at the same time enjoying the sensual moment you were in.

You stopped kissing, almost losing track of time, having no idea how long you have been making out.

"I wanna feel how warm you are." Hyunjin bit on your lower lip gently, his fingertips dangerously close to your wet pussy.

"Feel me, beloved." you whispered, gently caressing his back as he touched your thighs.

His fingers made contact with your core through your panties which were soaked at this point.

"Mm, love." Hyunjin's lips pressed against your jaw, kiss after kiss travelling to your neck. You threw your head back with a gasp, concentrating on your breathing and his fingertips just softly running over your clothed pussy.

Your touched his chest, hands sliding down until you got to his erection, your fingers finding his wet head and gently circling it.

"Y/n." his warm breath hit your neck before he licked a long stripe on your skin and gently nipped at it.

"I love you." Hyunjin pressed a kiss under your ear, retracting his hand, in favor of sliding both of them under your shirt and caressing your tummy.

"I love you." you squeezed his length a little, making him moan quietly before you slid your hands to his hips.

He leaned back to smile at you and you kissed him gently as he kept caressing your stomach.

"Can I take it off?" he asked, gripping the end od your shirt and you nodded.

"Of course." you smiled and he pulled your shirt off, tossing it aside. His eyes fell down to your chest and your tummy.

"So beautiful." he said, sucking his bottom lip in.

"Yours too." you said and Hyunjin snapped out of his trance, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the same direction he threw yours.

"Come closer." he wrapped his arms around you and you wrapped yours around him as he pulled you flush against his body, your chest pressed against his and your cores finally touching. You felt as if your entire body was burning as you both let out a sigh at the little friction.

"There's nowhere I'd rather be right now." Hyunjin said, his cheek on your shoulder as you held each other tightly.

"Me too, sharing this moment with you is beautiful." you said, running your fingertips on his back. Hyunjin shivered a little, holding you tighter and you adjusted on his lap, squirming a little and making him moan into your ear.

"Love." he gripped your hips and moved against you slowly, grinding his entire length against your pussy.

"Jinnie." you matched his movement and started grinding against him gently.

The friction between you was delicious and the way you moved against him slowly, not hurrying to finish and holding back a little made you feel even more aroused than usually. You felt like there were waves of pleasure running through your entire body even though he wasn't even inside you.

"My sweet angel." Hyunjin gently cupped your breasts and you shivered, arching into his hands, still moving your core against his softly.

"Jinnie." you whined a little when his thumbs brushed against your nipples.

"I- I feel close."

"You want a break?" he asked and you nodded.

"Okay." he pecked your lips with a smile before the two of you untagled from each other, stretching a little.

"How are you feeling?" you asked when he gave you a bottle of water.

"Like my entire body is on fire."

"Same." you chuckled.

You decided to eat some fruit, sitting close to each other as you talked for a while, calming down just a little even though the fire still burned inside you, now a bit more dim.

"You wanna continue, angel?" Hyunjin asked after a while.

"Yes. What do you wanna do?"

"I want you to lay down and relax for me." he said, brushing his knuckles against your warm cheek.

"Oh. Okay." you smiled, anticipation building up inside you.

"Get comfy." he caressed your legs, noticing the tension in your body. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and letting out a long exhale as you melted into the blankets beneath you.

Hyunjin hovered over you, leaning in to press small kisses everywhere on your face before kissing your lips. He tasted sweet like the fruit you just ate and you were so addicted to his lips. He slowly slid off your underwear so now you were completely bare under him.

He kissed your jaw, then your neck slowly, taking his time and lingering after each kiss. You felt his hot breath against your skin the entire time, making you shiver as your fingers curled into the sheets below.

"Love, relax." Hyunjin noticed, brushing his fingertips over your hands.

"Sorry." you whined, biting on your lip and relaxing again.

"It's okay." he reassured you, his fingers dancing on your sides. He scooted down a little, leaning in to press kisses on your stomach, dragging his bottom lip against your skin as he looked at you.

"You're so sweet, my darling." Hyunjin murmured against you as he kept kissing you. You fell into sort of a trance, closing your eyes as he kissed you everywhere, coming up to your breasts. His lips continued worshipping your supple flesh, avoiding your nipples at the beginning, making you shake with arousal and need. He gave you only two soft kisses on each bud, leaving you yearning for more.

"Hyun..." you breathed out, blinking your eyes open and seeing that he grabbed the coconut oil used for massage.

"Shh, I got you love. Just stay relaxed like that for me." he cooed at you, caressing your face. You closed your eyes and soon felt the oil drizzle on your abdomen. Your eyes snapped open and you looked at Hyunjin who smiled at you sweetly as he started gently spreading the oil on your skin, his fingers warming you up, right above your core, teasing, loving.

"Focus on your breathing." he reminded you as you got worked up immediately, it felt so good.

You focused on taking deep breaths, amplifying the feeling of his warm hands on you as he gently massaged you, his hands sliding up to your ribs and between your breasts. You fell into another trance as he kept gently running his hands on your body, before he poured some more coconut oil in his palms and softly grabbed your breasts, massaging the flesh.

"Look at my hands, beloved. Look at them worshipping your beautiful body." Hyunjin said and your eyes fluttered open, a moan escaping your lips when you saw the intense but loving look in his eyes, focused only on you, like you were the only thing that existed in the world.

You looked down at his beautiful hands, ones you loved, ones that held you, touched you, gave you comfort, brought your pleasure and painted masterpieces. You felt the urge to kiss and lick at his fingers but held it in, knowing soon he'll be the one receiving all the worship.

"Breathe." he saw you getting worked up.

You took a few deep breaths, feeling yourself getting incredibly wet, probably even dripping on the sheets and you wanted to press your legs together and rub them just to feel a little relief.

"Ah." you whined when Hyunjin started slowly circling around your nipples before pressing his thumbs gently into them and then moving up and down, left and right. Your eyes rolled back, your pussy clenching as you felt so sensitive to everything he was doing to you.

Hyunjin smiled at the state of you, lightly pinching your nipples before circling them again.

"H-Hyunjin." you moaned, feeling like you could cum just from that stimulation.

"Darling." he pinched your nipples again, and you whined, your legs twitching, pressing against his thighs where he kneeled between yours.

"Kiss me." you needed something, anything and Hyunjin obliged, pressing his sweet plump lips against yours, engulfing all the little moans slipping out of you as he kept stimulating your sensitive nipples.

You were so sure you were about to cum from only that when Hyunjin retracted his hands, grabbing a little cloth and cleaning his fingers from the coconut oil. He observed you with a little smile as you stared up at him.

"I need you, Jinnie." you whimpered, trying to close your legs.

"I know." he said, prying your legs open gently, his hands on your inner thighs. "I know, angel."

He leaned down, pressing his lips on your inner thigh as his eyes fell on your core. You felt exposed, a wave of embarrassment washing over you but Hyunjin smiled.

"You're so wet, my love." he whispered, closer to your pussy before he touched your clit ever so gently with his thumb, and that was enough for you to jolt and moan. You've never felt this sensitive before, surprising yourself at the electrifying feeling running through you while he only brushed against your nub.

"So sensitive huh?" he smirked a little, gently running the pad of his thumb up and down.

"Y-yes." you moaned out, your toes curling at the feeling.

"Ready to receive pleasure." he noted, biting on his lip harshly as he circled your clit. You were dripping more and more, your eyes falling down to see his erection straining against his boxers. He followed your eyes and looked down.

"Don't worry. Right now it's about you." Hyunjin reassured you.

"But I wanna see." you breathed out when he dipped his fingers down to gather your wetness and gently smear it all over your aching cunt.

"As you wish, beloved." he retracted his hand for a moment only to get rid of his boxers, his cock springing free, hard and dripping as it slapped against his abdomen.

"Fuck." you groaned, so needy for him. "Touch me more."

Hyunjin didn't need to be told twice, his hand was back between your legs as he started massaging your clit, applying different pressures and movements, making you moan loudly as your legs trembled. You were close again.

"Hyunjin! I'm gonna cum." you whined, fisting the sheets and he stopped, his hands on your inner thighs, caressing you as you shivered.

"Breathe for me." he hovered above you, trying to get you to match his deep breaths.

He kissed you lovingly until you calmed down a little before he made his way between your legs.

"Can I taste you?" he asked and you nodded frantically, you were still burning up like never before.

Hyunjin leaned in immediately, his plump lips pressed against your lower ones. You whined, your breath hitched before you relaxed against his lips, kissing your clit and your wet pussy. He pressed the tip of his tongue in your clit, circling it and making your toes curl again. It was getting harder and harder to hold back. He ran his tongue down through your slit, gathering your juices and swallowing them.

"So sweet, my angel." he muttered against you before prodding at you with his tongue, pushing it in, your warm pussy welcoming him.

"Hyunjin." you moaned his name, your hand finding the back of his head as you caressed him.

"Hyunjin." you repeated as he gently fucked you with his tongue. "I love you." you felt it in the deepest corners of your being, the love for your man.

"I love you so much, my angel." Hyunjin smiled as you touched his face before he dove back in to kiss and suck at your sensitive clit.

Pretty soon, you were trembling against his mouth, messy with your arousal and his spit and he moaned into you when his dick accidentally brushed against the sheets.

He leaned back suddenly, blinking.

"You okay?" you asked.

"I feel like if you touched me right now, I'd cum." he breathed hard, licking around his lips.

"Do you need a break?" you asked.

"No, not yet. You?"

"Maybe just some water." you swallowed and Hyunjin nodded, the two of you hydrating and then exchanging a few sweet kisses.

"You wanna lay down now?" you asked him and he giggled, becoming giddy.

"Yes." he answered and you changed your positions, Hyunjin getting comfy on the blankets as you hovered over him. You took a moment to admire him laid before you, vulnerable and naked, ready to receive your touch and your love.

"Beautiful." you whispered and Hyunjin smiled, his cute dimples showing as his eyes filled up with so much love. You grabbed his hands, bringing them to your lips, kissing his knuckles and he smiled as he looked at you.

"I love your hands so much." you said and he chuckled.

"So you've told me before." he licked at his lip as you started pressing lingering kisses into his fingertips.

"I love them because they can be the most gentle and the most rough, whichever I need." you licked at his middle finger, making him shiver as he stared at you in a trance.

"Y/n." Hyunjin breathed out when gently sucked on his middle finger. "Mm." his body was already trembling, arching into you. You kissed his hand, his palm, his fingertips again and again, looking at the little puddle of pre-cum forming on his navel.

You released his hands after some time, placing yours on his chest and gently running them up and down, slowly moving to his shoulders, his arms, squeezing his biceps then back to his chest where you slid your thumb over his nipples. Hyunjin shivered every time you did that, his body trembling under your touch, his cock twitching and leaking.

He enjoyed having your attention only on him, your touch purposeful as you slid your hands up to his neck, he threw his head back letting you hold him. The way he looked at you in that moment, as if he was giving his entire life to you made you throb, more arousal gathering on your pussy.

"Sweet lover." you whispered, sliding your hands down to his inner thighs full of love bites you had left on them, marking him as yours. You gently touched him, massaging his flesh, fingertips close to his core every time you went up.

"Ah. Yes." he moaned as you touched him. You wanted to hear more, to see more, you wanted to make him feel so good. Your hands were now gently massaging around his cock, closer and closer to where he yearned for you.

You bit on your lip as you gently cupped his balls and Hyunjin let out a desperate moan, trembling under your touch.

"Remember to breathe." you echoed his words and he nodded quickly, his brows furrowed as he breathed deeply, your hand massaging his balls. You put your other hand on his cheek, and he looked at you with a small smile as you smoothed out his eyebrows.

"Relax for me." you cooed at him and he relaxed into the blankets, giving into your touch. His cock kept twitching as you massaged him, pressing your fingertips to his inner thighs, then around his member, then back to cupping his balls and lightly tugging on them.

"Fuck." Hyunjin gasped a little when you gathered the pre-cum that had been dripping on his navel and wrapped your fingers around his tip.

"Oh god." he let out a breath, looking down at your hand as you started circling your fingers all around the head, smearing his pre-cum and running your thumb over his slit.

You were getting even more wet, clenching at the feeling of him in your hand, so warm, so heavy, so wet, just for you. You wrapped your hand around him and started moving it slowly up and down, flicking your wrist at the tip.

"Ah, it feel so good!" Hyunjin whimpered before you wrapped your other hand around him, giving him more stimulation as you moved, squeezed and touched.

"W-wait, I don't wanna cum yet." he stuttered after a few minutes, his cock twitching harshly in your palms.

"Okay." you released him, gently touching his abdomen. You've never seen him so hard and you've never wanted him more, to feel him inside you, to be connected with him.

"Just breathe." you smiled at him, kissing him gently. Hyunjin placed his hand at the back of your head and held you as he pushed his tongue in and massaged yours with it.

You leaned back to catch your breath, trying to align your heartbeats again. You leaned in to kiss his neck and Hyunjin whimpered quietly, throwing his head back to give you access. You gently kissed his skin, inhaling his familiar and comforting scent as you went lower and lower, kissing his chest, his nipples, his stomach until you got to his cock.

"Y/n." he gasped, his thighs trembling when you pressed a kiss to his tip then ran your tongue over his sensitive slit.

"Keep going, please." Hyunjin needed you, he always did. You licked a long slow stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, leaving a few kisses on the way and making him lose his mind. You wrapped your lips around the head and lightly sucked.

Hyunjin let out a guttural moan, twitching against you as you took him in.

"Baby." he groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair. You took your time, enjoying the feeling of his heaviness on your tongue, how warm he was, how he throbbed harder the more you slid down, leaking into your mouth, the salty taste of pre-cum driving you wild, waking up something primal inside you.

You wrapped your hand around the base and slid down as much as you could, gagging lightly around him as you cupped his balls with your other hand again.

"Ah, shit!" Hyunjin's hips jerked, his hand gripping at your hair and you sucked on him a few more moments before releasing.

"I was so close. So close." he panted and you giggled, wiping away the spit on your lips.

"You wanna take a break?" you asked and he nodded, pulling you down to lay next to him.

Your arms wrapped around each other as you threw your leg over his thighs, your hand sliding up and down his arm and shoulder while Hyunjin caressed your head and played with your hair.

You basked in each other's warmth and presence in the comfortable silence for a while before Hyunjin kissed your forehead, making you look up at him.

"How do you feel?" you asked, caressing his face and he nuzzled into your touch.

"Wonderful. Loved." he kissed your palm before smiling at you again.

"I wanna suggest something." you said, sitting up and he leaned up on his elbows and looked at you.

"Of course."

"I always wanted to try... cockwarming you." you said, feeling a little shy as you looked away, your cheeks burning. Hyunjin twitched at your words, his eyes fluttering and hands squeezing and curling into fists.

"Yes. Yes. I'd love that." he said and you looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, don't be shy now." he chuckled, sitting closer to you and wrapping his arms around you.

"You know I'm all yours, my love." he kissed your cheek, nosing against your skin.

"I'm all yours too, beloved."

"I know." Hyunjin smiled, kissing you sweetly. His hand reached between your legs and you pressed your thigh against his, opening up to let him touch you. His fingers slid against your wet entrance, up and down, tapping against your clit and making you whimper on his lips while he kissed you.

You reached down to touch his stomach, fingertips playing with his happy trail as he circled your clit. You let your hand slide lower as you wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him slowly and making him shiver. Hyunjin let out a grunt, laying his head on your shoulder and burying his face in your neck as he pressed his fingertips on your entrance. You leaned into his touch and he took that as a sign to slowly push two of his fingers inside you.

He slid in easily, your pussy clenching around his fingers and sucking them in, you were aching to be filled up for some time now. Neither of you said anything, just enjoyed the moment as both of your hands moved slowly, you spread the pre-cum down his length, giving him languid strokes and he matched your pace, pumping his fingers deep inside you, looking for that sweet spot.

You moaned loudly when he found it, his thumb pressing against your clit while his fingers rubbed your spot.

"Hyun..." you whimpered, squeezing his cock a little and making him bite into your shoulder.

"My love." he sighed then, licking over the bite and kissing it as he felt you getting wetter on his fingers, the thought of finally being inside your warmth made his mind spin.

You were close again, it was just a matter of moments for you to cum, you were so desperate at this point, you were barely holding back at this point. Hyunjin felt you clenching harder around him so he slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty.

"Need you, Jinnie. Need you so much." your hands squeezed at his sides and he pulled you into his lap.

"Shh, it's okay, just wrap your legs around me." he said, grabbing the base of his cock and pressing the tip against your wet pussy. You bit on your lip, your legs wrapped around him as he guided you down on his length slowly, making you feel every inch of him. Both of you moaned loudly at the feeling, your senses heightened as he filled you up perfectly, fitting snuggly inside you.

"So warm." Hyunjin muttered, mouthing at your neck again. You clenched around him, arching your back, your nipples grazing against his skin.

He let out a breath as you slid your hands on his back, shoulders and neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands gently squeezing the supple flesh on your bottom, massaging you.

"Hyunjin. I feel so full." you moaned. "You feel so good inside me." you added, touching the back of his neck.

"My angel. Always ready to take me and make me feel good. I love being inside you. Connected with you." Hyunjin spoke against your skin, lips travelling down to capture your nipple, gently sucking on it.

"Mm." your head started spinning instantly when he sucked a little harder, one of his hands coming up to play with your other breast.

You enjoyed the intimacy of the moment, him inside you while he worshipped your breasts and you caressed his hair, your eyes closed in bliss. There was really nothing else in this moment except you and him. You felt as if your souls were connected, not just your bodies and the thought of so much love between you made you want to burst.

You took his face in your hands and guided his lips to yours, kissing him passionately and lovingly. You squirmed on top of him, pressing your chest against his, both of you getting more desperate.

"Are we gonna break the rules if we make love now?" you asked, kissing the corner of his lips.

"There are no rules. We do what we feel like doing." Hyunjin said with a smile as you kissed the beauty marks on his face.

"Okay." you nodded, embracing him and the two of you stood like that for a few moments before you leaned back.

"I want you to make love to me." you whispered and Hyunjin let out a loving giggle, helping you get off him and move down onto the sheets.

"Gladly." he whispered, pushing you knees up as he positioned himself and slid back inside you easily, filling you up completely.

You moaned in unison as he caged you in with his arms, his body almost completely covering yours. You wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels into his backside. Hyunjin groaned and started fucking you with slow and languid movements.

"I don't think I will last long." he chuckled, his entire face and neck red.

"Me either." you clutched at this back while his hands cradled your head, caressing your hair as he looked at you with eyes full of love and lust.

"I love you, y/n. I wanna be with you forever. In every lifetime, just you and me." Hyunjin talked as he rocked into you slowly, dragging against your clit deliciously and creating perfect friction.

"I love you, Jinnie. Wanna be yours forever, too." you were losing your mind, maybe you were already gone as you nails dug into his flesh without you even realizing. It started from your toes curling and travelled up your legs, making your thighs quiver and then it spread like a fire inside your abdomen, fluttering through your stomach, somehow making your nipples harden even more, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Hyunjin, I'm cumming." you whimpered and he groaned loudly.

"Me too." he whimpered. "Cum with me, my love."

He was shivering above you, his body on edge like yours, the love between you bursting as the coil finally snapped, feeling like a tidal wave crashing against every part of your body and pouring out of your core all around his length, you exploded, your ears ringing and entire body shaking as you kept cumming for what felt like a whole minute, your pussy clenching around Hyunjin's hardness.

He was stunned by the way you came, adding onto the emotions swirling and building up inside him as he moaned your name repeatedly like a prayer, twitching and exploding inside you, ropes of warm cum filling you up endlessly. Hyunjin kept rocking his hips into you, chasing that feeling, the wave that crashed over both of you, prolonging the orgasm as much as you could.

"Oh my god." you breathed hard as he collapsed on top of you. You felt like you went blind for a second, your ears ringing and your throat dry.

"Wow." Hyunjin squeezed your hand as he came down too.

You were in bliss.

He slowly looked up at you after a while, the sweetest smile adorning his face.

"That was... beautiful." he said and you nodded quickly.

"I can't feel my legs, honestly." you said and Hyunjin chuckled.

"I can't feel my dick." he added and you laughed, playfully smacking his shoulder.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he asked, lifting up to move the hair that got stuck on your sweaty face.

"As much as I love you." you answered and he bit on his lip with a chuckle.

"Happy four years, my love." Hyunjin said, kissing you gently.

"Happy four years, Jinnie." you smiled against his lips. "We should buy Kkami a treat to thank him."

"Oh yes. He did bring me to you." Hyunjin smiled, sliding out of you slowly and then wrapping his arms around you.

You shivered a little and he brought you closer to his warm body, pulling a blanket over the two of you.

"Let's stay like this for a while." he whispered and you nodded, burying your face in his neck, his arms your safe place.

Time and space disappeared around you, the world outside didn't exist, only your hearts vibrating together with a love that would last forever.

“Hyung, can I ask you something?” Hyunjin said to his friend, his tone somewhat uncertain.

Hyunjin played with the swivel chair subtly, looked at the paper, and then at his friend, who nodded in approval.

“Where do you get inspiration for these kinds of songs?” Hyunjin asked, amusedly, with a shy smile on his face.

It was the kind of question that even the fans asked him every single time. It was obvious that the song was about sex. Just like the previous ones. Hyunjin knew it was to please the fans, that having two songs with a sexy theme associated them with being a duo of that category, and he was fine with that, but... this new song in particular leaned a little more toward a more explicit area, and Chan had made it very clear that he would not change or censor anything; unless, of course, Hyunjin himself disagreed with the creative direction; Chan would only consider his opinion.

And Hyunjin’s opinion was that he liked it. That he would record it as it was written. So they were both sitting in front of the music production program. Chan was making some minor adjustments on the computer, so he could finally tell Hyunjin when to enter the recording booth.

But so far... the song was just an experiment. Chan had no plans to release it soon. But Hyunjin accepted immediately, trusting in the confidence and creativity of his beloved superior.

Chan was focused on the computer screen until he finally leaned back in his chair, sighed, put his hands together on his abdomen, and turned to look at Hyunjin.

“Because... I think the fans will like it,” he replied casually.

“Oh. Of course they’ll like it,” Hyunjin added. “But I mean, where did you get all that inspiration... if you don’t have a girlfriend? You don’t, right?”

Chan knew he was playing around, and Hyunjin’s amused and curious expression made him feel so tender that Chan let out a little laugh.

“Come on. Let’s record your lines,” he said softly.

Hyunjin obeyed immediately, locking himself in the booth, putting on his headphones, and reading the lyrics once more, where he had previously made notes and marked his lines.

Hyunjin motioned that he was ready, and they began recording the song. It was an activity and routine that they both knew by heart.

Until now. Everything was going perfectly. Chan praised Hyunjin, telling him when he did a good job and sounded good; he corrected him when necessary, gave him feedback, his opinion, and they recorded again. They were doing it calmly, without rushing. When Hyunjin wasn’t satisfied with the result, he asked Chan to repeat it.

Everything was fine... but Chan would have liked more... that one specific line, that Hyunjin should’ve sounded more vulnerable, needy, really feeling the lyrics and the melody. That was the only detail they kept repeating.

Hyunjin was embarrassed after trying several times and clearly seeing that Chan was not satisfied with the result. He was also embarrassed that the line was sung with a technique involving breath, a sigh, almost a sexy gasp or moan...

However, Chan simply said, “It’s okay. Take a break. Come here. I’ll continue recording my part.”

Hyunjin resignedly took his word for it and collapsed on the sofa behind his friend, outside the booth, in the studio.

“Shit. I have to learn how to moan,” he snorted, amused and slightly annoyed.

Chan laughed with his typical chuckle. As if he were out of breath, and narrowed his eyes.

“It’s not that, Hyunjinnie. I have some really good takes anyway, I’ll work with those and add something in the background. It’ll be fine.”

“Yes, but I can do—”

And suddenly their attention was drawn to the door, which almost swung open.

You were making your grand entrance, or so you thought, but you became shy as soon as you noticed that Hyunjin was there too. You were only expecting to see Chan alone because he told you he would be in the studio working on a new song, and when he said that, it meant he was alone, since when he was recording with the guys, he made that clear to you. So you went there, hoping to find him and fuck him there, as you had done before.

“Oh. Hi, guys.”

Chan looked at you in surprise, not expecting anyone to come in, but when he saw that it was you, his beloved friend with benefits, whom he fucked without restrictions or feelings involved, he blushed and looked at you amused by your change of expression, from haughty to shy.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, looked at you confused.

“Oh. Hi, Y/N,” the short black-haired guy greeted you.

You smiled shyly at him, not knowing what excuse to use for why you were there... since you weren’t expecting to see him, only Chan.

“I was just... a little bored, I’m sorry. The girls went home to rest, and I stayed here to eat and... I just stopped by,” you lied, trying to excuse yourself for walking in on a recording session.

Part of it was true. The beautiful girls from a certain well-known group at the company you worked for had already gone to their apartments, so basically your work was done... plus you were particularly turned on because you had been almost sexting and sending very inappropriate messages to Chan all day, and you both had an agreement to use each other when you needed it. Sex. You needed it. You had been continuing that dynamic for months.

And, of course, the other guys knew you because ever since you started fucking Chan, he kept you around, even though you weren’t on his staff.

“Oh, well. We’re just recording a song. We’re almost done, but you can stay,” Hyunjin suggested kindly.

“Sure. I was planning on staying anyway,” you replied playfully, closing the door to enter the studio.

“Chan’s part is the only thing left to record, but I want to stay and listen to the result, or at least the draft. Of course, the song will take some time.”

Chan was barely paying attention to what Hyunjin was saying; he was too mesmerized by you, his face wearing a half-smile and his eyes glued to you and your pretty dress and bare thighs. Chan watched as you sat down in the swivel chair next to him, smelling your perfume mixed with his, since you were wearing one of his oversized black zip hoodies.

He knew exactly what you were there for and... he felt a little sorry since Hyunjin was there. However, Hyunjin’s last comment caught his attention... Hyunjin planned to stay until the song was ready? Just when Chan could already taste your sweet pussy in his mouth and imagine how you would bounce on his cock, asking for more and more.

“Oh. Really. And what’s the song about?” you asked.

You noticed Chan was quiet, but not uncomfortable. As if he were thoughtful. Of course, he was thinking about how to get rid of Hyunjin or finish quickly so he could fuck you. All day you had been teasing him with messages. Saying that you would be at the company too... that maybe you could meet on the 5th floor and give him head by the dance practice room. Chan couldn’t help but feel a little scandalized and horny every time you were around; because he knew your body by heart, he knew what you liked, he knew how you felt and exactly what you did every time you got together. So he thought disappointedly that today would have been a very good day to fuck you... but Hyunjin was there.

Hyunjin let out a nervous laugh at your question.

“Oh, it’s about this concept... sexy?” he replied.

“Oh, so your next concept is sexy? I don’t think you’ve had one like, ever.”

You tried to calm your urge to kiss Chan, right there. You thought you’d leave soon and look for Chan another time... before doing something crazy, since you were horny enough, maybe you were ovulating, that you started looking at Hyunjin, but really looking at him, thinking about how attractive he looked sitting there, and of course, the very clear concept of Chan and Hyunjin as a duo came to mind—very sexy, high sex appeal; Hyunjin as the romantic but rough fuck, Chan just as pure rough fuck.

You could confirm it about Chan... but not about how Hyunjin did it. And, of course, you were curious.

Chan cleared his throat, noticing that your gaze had been fixed on Hyunjin for a while.

“No. We’re just recording, I have no plans to release it for now,” Chan finally spoke.

You noticed his serious and grave tone, immediately catching your attention, and you turned to look at him. Suddenly, he was upset.

You didn’t even respond when he said, “I’ll record my lines. Hyunjin, you’re in charge now.”

You felt out of place for a moment. You knew exactly when Chan was being cold and indifferent.

Hyunjin sat in Chan’s chair while he went to the booth, and they began recording. Without interruption, they were absolutely professional, ignoring you completely.

However, you appreciated the creative moment unfolding, and just seeing Chan, dressed casually in all black, shorts, and a tight-fitting sleeveless shirt... your thoughts began to betray you again.

After a few minutes, they finished. Hyunjin started talking to you in a friendly way. And Chan didn’t know exactly what to do with you... He just knew he was very jealous of the way you were suddenly being so friendly with Hyunjin, which was way too much for him.

Chan began working on the song, clearly annoyed because you and Hyunjin looked like two children laughing and chatting while he was concentrating on his work. But being angry with you made him incredibly hard; it was a guilty pleasure, wanting to put you over his knee, teach you a lesson, spank you, and overstimulate you. The image was so clear that he shifted uncomfortably in his seat from time to time, trying to adjust his erection. But it was useless; he couldn’t even concentrate properly anymore. And the worst part was that Hyunjin was still there with no intention of leaving, so Chan could satisfy his needs, desires, and fantasies with you.

Honestly, you didn’t pay much attention to Chan, as you assumed it was more than obvious that, at least today, you weren’t going to fuck—without having the slightest idea how aroused Chan was just by the power of his thoughts, breathing heavily and with his cock throbbing just for you— so you just enjoyed talking to Hyunjin, naively believing that you would leave that studio without having sex.

But things escalated quickly, especially when Chan was uncontrollably hard and, blinded by lust, thought he was going to release his energy one way or another. He wanted you right now, his erection constantly bothering him, clouding his common sense. At first, it was like… oh no, this is wrong, Hyunjin is there… but then all that went to hell, and in his madness, he thought, what if Hyunjin wanted to join in too? Who cares? He was going to fuck you in that studio right now.

Chan sighed heavily. He couldn’t concentrate, his hand tugging gently at his boxers that were starting to squeeze him.

You playfully took the paper with the lyrics, you had heard a bit of the chorus and Chan’s lines at the time you were there… and yes, you thought it was a little daring, but when you read the whole lyrics, it all made a little more sense… it was certainly in the sexy category. It was really the kind of song that implicitly screams sex, but the implication is so subtle.

“Woah, so this is the whole song? Do you think you’re going to release it at some point?” you commented.

Your voice was driving Chan even crazier; he was going nuts without even being able to rub himself.

Hyunjin blushed tenderly at your comment.

“I knooow, it’s a bit naughty, isn’t it? Maybe Chan will release it as a… record or something. And then it will become part of the official discography.”

“Do it slowly, don’t stop. Look at my eyes when—feel the—oh,” you began to read aloud phrases from the lyrics. “Oh, wow, I think you have to be 30 to release something like this. At least in this industry, you are. The people will eat you up alive. Who wrote this? The Weeknd?” you joked, looking up at Chan, who was still working.

It was obvious that he had written it.

“I know. Kinky, right?” Hyunjin said, amused. “I like it. I like this version of Chan… the lyrics are very creative… where do you think he got so much inspiration for something like this? Do you think he has a girl somewhere?”

Yeah, you liked that version of Channie, too. You couldn’t take your eyes off Chan once you saw him. It drove you crazy to watch him work, focused, his side profile making him look so attractive… You loved it when he called you over to clearly fuck, but then he played hard to get by getting to work, and there you had to be, walking over to him, hugging him, caressing his abdomen, and practically begging him to stop working and start touching you. You knew how much he liked it when you begged him and heard your needy voice.

You spent so much time watching him, almost melting when you looked at his big exposed arms, which you wanted around your body, holding you, headlocking you, just anything, just near your body, trembling in rush and sex… You were so lost in thought that you almost forgot you were talking to Hyunjin, that he had said something and you hadn’t responded, and you were clearly about to say something back when you noticed that Chan swallowed nervously under your intense gaze and discreetly adjusted his cock, which was not at all discreet, you realized. You could see how exquisitely hard he already was.

On the other hand, Hyunjin wasn’t stupid. He noticed the way you were practically devouring Chan with your eyes… and everything clicked into place for him. It was more than obvious that there was something between the two of you. Something very tense and sexual. He knew it as soon as he felt the tension fill the room.

So, you were Chan’s muse for all his songs about sex.

You struggled internally... whether to act as if nothing had happened and leave Chan with his hard cock... just leave the studio and let him deal with it on his own, or go up to him and start touching him, your body heating up at the idea that maybe you’d look like a pervert in front of Hyunjin, that he’d feel uncomfortable, or at best, that he’d get turned on and decide to join in.

So, you would tease.

“I think he likes to fuck,” you replied, loud and clear, surprising Hyunjin and Chan with the sound of vulgarity coming out of your mouth. “That’s where his inspiration comes from. Isn’t that right, Chan? You like to fuck hard? Just like the song says? It says—”

Chan turned his body abruptly to his right, toward you and Hyunjin; he looked at you coldly, impressing you both, leaving you speechless, even. It was obvious that you were provoking him and he wasn’t going to put up with your crazy girl attitude for another second... not now, when he was struggling between jealousy and sexual arousal, plus he was tired and being with you relaxed him too much; he means, sure, sex with you was intense, frantic, and tense every part of him, but he enjoyed it like never before. And it frustrated him that he couldn’t enjoy that right now.

“I think you’re done analyzing the lyrics, don’t you think?” Chan interrupted you, abruptly taking the paper from your hands. “Don’t you have... anything else to do?”

Oh, that turned you on in seconds. He said it with authority, almost challenging you.

Hyunjin could only be there, confused.

You looked at Chan intensely again, and your gaze daringly dropped to rest on his erection. You raised an eyebrow, just to let him know that you knew he was turned on, that he was surely as sensitive and needy as you knew him to be, and that you knew perfectly well that being helpless, unable to do anything with his hard cock and probably his suffocated balls, put him in a very bad mood.

You almost bit your lip, just at the thought of his rigid cock exposed.

But Chan knew exactly what he was doing. He hadn’t even bothered to hide his bulge when he turned to look at you... almost inviting you both, you and his dear bandmate whom he had known for many years... and with whom he was very close, but never to that kind of extent. Chan did feel a little sorry that Hyunjin could tell he was hard, to some extent, he thought it made him look like a pathetic degenerate... but what did it matter. Chan was horny, too horny, and when he was, he could become a pervert. Especially when his little personal fuck toy/doll of flesh and blood was there, teasing and wiggling and begging for attention. You both knew what you were to each other: friends, acquaintances, people who sought each other out to satisfy their desires, pleasure without prejudice. You loved that Chan used and dominated you.

Hyunjin studied both of your body language, his gaze darting from his friend to yours, and when he stopped to look at you, he noticed that your gaze was fixed on a very specific part of Chan, his crotch, so naturally, Hyunjin looked away from you to what you were looking at specifically, almost like a gentle reflex, not out of curiosity. But he regretted doing so when he noticed the bulge in Chan’s shorts. Hyunjin blushed and looked away guiltily. He couldn’t believe that his beloved hyung was hard, but why? Hyunjin wondered. Because you were there? Did you make him feel that bad?

“Mmm... not really. What are you guys doing after this? Would you like to go to a pojangmacha afterwards? I can see that Chan, specifically, needs to relax... this song is very, very hard for him to work on...”

You continued to tease him. Chan found it amusing. However, Hyunjin felt the atmosphere becoming more and more tense, so he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, feeling like he was interrupting something, and clearly he was, he thought, just by looking at your heavy breathing and intense exchanges of glances.

“Um... well, you know, Channie-hyung... I have to go... I forgot that I was going out with Changbin today. We’re going to pick up kimchi from his mother and more food...” he said, a little uncomfortable.

Chan and you knew that Hyunjin was clearly lying, and, at that point, both you and Chan knew that Hyunjin had figured things out and recognized the fragile and risqué line that you and Chan were about to cross in a matter of seconds.

You chuckled, thinking it was crazy, but you had nothing to lose by trying, so you almost purred:

“What’s wrong, Hyunjin? Chan’s perversion is bothering you, isn’t it?” You clicked your tongue amusedly, looking at Hyunjin, who was standing still. And then you turned to your friend, delighted. “Chan, your erection is making Hyunjin uncomfortable. Take care of it, for God’s sake. You fucking pervert.”

Chan licked his teeth, amused and incredulous that you were behaving so rudely in front of Hyunjin and daring to speak to him like that. On the other hand, Hyunjin’s eyes darted fearfully from you to Chan, wondering how he had gotten himself into such a situation in the first place. He was starting to get nervous, his heart beating fast.

Hyunjin sighed and tried to speak sincerely. Meanwhile, Chan remained silent, calculating exactly what to say, analyzing every part of the two of you.

“Guys. I get it. I don’t want to interrupt you, I’d better leave.”

“Interrupt what?” You shrugged and continued your slow game of seduction. You quickly looked at Hyunjin and turned back to Chan. “If nothing was going to happen here... I don’t understand why Chan is hard anyway, if he hasn’t even been touched...”

You were sitting with your legs crossed, clearly looking for something to calm your intense desire, but it didn’t work. Once you became aware that Hyunjin now knew what you and Chan were subtly plotting, you stood up from your chair. To start something that you knew there would soon be no turning back from, perhaps a little guilt, regret, and a filthy feeling... but nothing that they both weren’t going to enjoy.

The idea heated your body and mind, and you were sure Chan was considering it too. That’s why he was so quiet and serious. Not denying, not confirming. Absolutely silent.

You approached Chan, kneeling on one side of the chair, a perfect position for Hyunjin to witness your hand traveling across Chan’s body, caressing his erection and abs. Chan tensed up completely, allowing you to touch him. He watched you do it, stern and unresponsive, trying to resist as he breathed deeply, his nostrils flaring gently at your action—your submissive position, and your mischievous hand being greedy on him.

Hyunjin sighed, appreciating the scene worthy of eroticism, but it still felt strange; he didn’t know if he liked it or found it repulsive. But Chan’s calmness, as if having you like this was the most normal thing in the world, made him feel sexually uneasy. Hyunjin was able to witness Chan at his best, the sexy Bang Chan the world fantasized about, at least a little, with his dominant and powerful presence, worthy of his—Chan’s art, of the words he wrote.

The scene and his thoughts made him shiver and unleashed a slow and pleasurable sexual desire in him. Very subtle, but noticeable. If he stayed there to appreciate something more explicit, his penis would become very hard with inevitable lust.

He never thought he would see Chan that way... not really.

“Unless, of course, he’s given a good reason to be hard,” you whispered.

Chan closed his eyes, enjoying it, but when he opened them, he realized that Hyunjin was watching the scene, completely tense and still. So Chan grabbed your wrist abruptly, stopping your caresses.

“Stop,” he ordered. “Hyunjin... is here.”

You smiled smugly and turned to look at him.

“If he wanted to leave, he would have done so already,” you said. “Have you ever had a threesome, Hyunjin?” you asked, the question hanging in the air, echoing throughout the sexually charged studio.

You were already too aroused to stop yourself. If he wanted to join in, he should do it now; if not, he could leave freely and leave you alone with Chan. Of course, you and Chan preferred that he stay.

Why would he? Hyunjin thought at your question. He had always loved monogamy, and besides, he was a very busy, famous, and exclusive idol and celebrity... to seek pleasure so easily, one false move and his life would be completely ruined; that was why he admired Chan, with an obviously active sex life amid the very hectic lifestyle that he and his other bandmates led.

“No...” Hyunjin whispered, embarrassed.

“Will you try?” you asked almost immediately.

Hyunjin licked his lips; his silence spoke volumes, letting you and Chan assume that he was genuinely considering it. Hyunjin looked at Chan with an almost worried look, seeking his approval as he almost always did, at every step of his career, for seven long years, he looked at him, almost as a reflex. Chan tried to read his gaze.

“Hyunjin, if you don’t want to do it, don’t—” Chan spoke, his voice serious, but he was interrupted.

“Can I do it...?” he replied timidly, taking you by surprise.

Hyunjin thought about it too much. Maybe he would stay out of curiosity, he wanted to try it... Deep down, he wanted to convince himself that he was doing it for the love of art. That he wanted to know firsthand what it felt like to be in that position, in the world, and under Chan’s lyrics.

You smiled broadly. “Only if you want to,” you added, and he nodded. “Okay. Chan will guide you.”

Chan didn’t even bother to ask Hyunjin if he was really sure, because Chan himself was very horny and needed attention and action soon... besides, he saw the firm decision in Hyunjin’s noble gaze. Besides, it would also be a fucking hot fantasy for Chan to admire how his beloved, and quite sexy, friend Hyunjin used your body for his sexual pleasure. And he would orchestrate the whole situation.

So Chan took control.

Chan cleared his throat. “Hyunjin, are you hard?”

His friend looked at him with mild trepidation as he shook his head gently. “Just... a little.”

Chan gave you a quick glance and gave you the go-ahead with a simple, “Go.”

Hyunjin blinked in confusion but understood everything as soon as he saw you approach him, gently removing your jacket, leaving it on the chair and revealing a very pretty strapless dress on you. He was still very tense, but he let you kiss him as soon as your lips touched his. You were a little impatient, so you acted quickly to get Hyunjin fully erect.

He let himself go completely, shyly holding your waist at first. You let him do it his way first, slowly and passionately taking your lips... making you question why you had ever considered kissing him in the first place. You thought he and the rest of the boys were extremely handsome, yes, but being attractive was basically part of their job, so Chan was always enough for you. You didn’t want to fuck anyone else. But the tempting opportunity was right in front of you, and you didn’t waste it.

Hyunjin’s pace was slow, delicate, his lips were soft, plumpy and exquisite, just like Chan’s, but the shape, texture, and rhythm were so different, his anatomy and dynamics... it was another incredible sensation that ignited everything in you. His large hands pressed against your skin and you couldn’t resist any longer; you sped things up, sliding your tongue into his mouth, seeking a wild and erotic kiss, which he quickly took control of.

You pressed your body against his, intensifying your wet, messy, and breathless makeout session, while your right hand slipped down to his erection in his pants, rubbing it.

Chan moved gently in his chair, witnessing the actions between you and Hyunjin, making him feel uncontrollably aroused. Chan cupped his erection, mentally preparing himself to calm down and have a little more resistance. He likes that, playing with his emotions and desire, making his cock as hard as possible and simply enveloping himself in eroticism, foreplay, the pleasure of feeling, touching, tasting, and listening. Sex for him was not meaningless.

“Touch me,” you whispered between your lips and pressed them back onto his.

Hyunjin’s cock throbbed at the sensuality of your voice and he obeyed, lifting your dress and squeezing your ass firmly while continuing to suck deliciously on your lips. Chan, for his part, squeezed his erection and clenched his jaw at the visual image that stimulated him to the limit, after realizing that you were wearing nothing under your dress but your cute little panties.

You began to feel more and more desperate; pleasantly overwhelmed by the sensation of Hyunjin’s warm, aroused body touching and kissing you, so you spontaneously and impulsively pulled away from him, leaving him confused, but he understood as soon as you completely removed your dress and bra. Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled at the sight of your nearly naked body, the contours of your bare breasts, the softness he imagined your skin must feel like; he was completely blinded by desire, and you gently took his attractive face in your hands again to kiss him, more roughly this time.

Chan moaned softly at your spontaneous movement, at the sight of your bare back and your precious body being touched by his friend. That hot growl turned you on even more, if that was possible. You were enjoying being pleasured by Hyunjin, but the idea of Chan watching you both made you so incredibly hot. It was like performing for him, giving him his own show, his personalized pornography, and it excited you so much to please him. You wondered if he was touching himself right now... at the image of Hyunjin running his large hands over your ass and waist, both bodies rubbing together.

You imagined all the things you could do with them, almost suffocating in lust. You had never felt so hot and special as you did in this situation. A threesome with the much-loved and desired duo that were Bahng Chan and Hwang Hyunjin.

Hyunjin couldn’t resist any longer; his lips desperately moved down your jaw to your neck, his hands traveling down your waist to cup your breasts, making you moan. His hands were ruthless against your skin, violently massaging your breasts, reveling in the soft, docile sensation of them, of holding them, of teasing your nipples; Hyunjin could swear he could cum just by playing with your tits. And, Chan, of course, could cum just by watching how you were being pleased.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as soon as you felt his sensual mouth suck and gently bite the skin on your neck, his wet lips descending to your breasts. Hyunjin took one between his mouth with great pleasure for his excited spirits and moaned as soon as his mouth made contact with your breast. He watched your reaction for a moment with a smug smile—your tense face reflecting pure pleasure, eyebrows furrowed, parted lips as you gasped softly, breathing deeply.

His mouth took your breast completely with hunger, treating it with a roughness that turned you on, while his other hand stimulated the other. His tongue began to play with your nipple, and you squealed in surprise as his free hand caressed your body and sought out your very sensitive clitoris. This time, his hands began to treat your pussy and nipple delicately, unlike his mischievous mouth that licked and sucked your breast until you were overstimulated and sensitive. When he saw you whimpering audibly, he moved on to do the same with the other... leaving you breathless and totally surprised at how he managed to master two different rhythms, feeling like two different people. His mouth was rough, but his fingers delicately traced circles on your sensitive spot.

Hyujin spread your legs a little, pulled aside the fabric of your panties, and let his knuckles caress you, allowing himself to be covered by your very welcoming, warm, slick, and wet folds. He could only think about how ready you were for his cock to slide into you with delicious ease. You were soaking wet, your labia throbbing on his fingers every time he touched you.

Yes, yes, yes. It was all you could think about over and over again as you whimpered with pleasure. He was finally touching your much-needed cunt.

Chan watched you writhe with pleasure, heard you whimper at Hyunjin’s caresses, so he couldn’t help but moan softly, with a very exasperated tone. “Fuck.”

He felt his erection at its limit. Dripping, throbbing, demanding in the most aggressive way to be attended to.

Hyunjin could do anything. His long fingers were a delicious blessing, his thumb stimulating your clitoris while his ring and middle fingers reached perfectly into your entrance, beginning to tease you intensely, his fingers sliding smoothly into you. You whimpered even louder, your thighs trembling as Hyunjin reveled in the soft sensation of your insides.

You focused on the pleasure he was giving you, but part of you couldn’t help but shiver at Chan’s rough gasps behind you, almost as if he were whispering in your ear. Every part of you trembled with arousal; you were beginning to lose control.

You knew you loved the feeling... but it was just so overwhelming not to be in control of yourself, to know that at any moment you could collapse into his arms at the slightest touch. That’s how intense it felt.

You were so impatient with wanting even more action and pleasure; not that you were’'t satisfied with how exquisitely Hyunjin touched you, but you wanted to take things even further, because you knew you could, because you were aware that two very attractive and needy men were in that room, screaming for sex, their eyes shining at every little thing you did, surrendering to you. You knew things were going to get even more intense, so you wanted to enjoy the best of both of them, so greedily.

But you didn’t want to leave Hyunjin. You let him push you so close to a much-anticipated, mind-blowing orgasm as you tried to stand in front of him, but you were just so lustfully weak. You let him use your pussy, let his fingers explore inside you. You were so close that Hyunjin could feel your walls squeezing his digits; so he distanced himself a little from your breasts, just to appreciate your face receiving pleasure.

But you shuddered completely, your body trembling and your tits were sensitive, sweetly stimulated, freshly licked and sucked. You were holding back your orgasm, and he could tell, so a satisfied, smug smile spread across his face. You didn’t want to come yet... not simply surrendering to Hyunjin’s fingers and his caresses on your core... but you couldn’t stop thinking about how good they felt inside you. You still wanted to play around a little, but the sensation was simply too much. You had no choice but to whimper, begging... without knowing exactly why, since letting him stop touching you was not an option at all.

“Hyunjin, please, please...”

The pressure in your stomach increased. You could handle a couple of orgasms during the same act without any problem... but in your mind, deliciously, you want to build up your excitement more and more, no matter how painful it is. In that respect, you were so much like Chan. You love... that pleasurable pain of desperation from really good foreplay.

But Hyunjin was so kind to you, being his first time with you, trying you out, getting to know you. So if he felt your orgasm coming, then he should let you come... and not push your limits or deny you like Chan used to do.

“You like that?” he exhaled with a smile.

Your face and soft moans spoke for themselves.

“Yes—” you replied with some difficulty and took hold of the forearm whose fingers were fucking you. “But...” you made a slight effort to lean toward him and move closer to his ear, to whisper with a sultry voice, despite being almost at your limit. “W-we should let Chan join in... before I... come.”

A mischievous, wicked but lustful smile formed on Hyunjin’s attractive face as he heard you ask... for more. It excited him so much that you were enthusiastic about the idea of more and more pleasure.

Hyunjin withdrew his fingers and hand from your center, making you grunt at the feeling of emptiness, just when your body was splendidly tense. He appreciated the stickiness on his fingers, your lust exposed on him, and he was about to return to you when you quickly turned around, pressing your butt against his erection and looking at Chan.

Chan almost swallowed nervously when he felt both of your gazes on him. He knew you were going to approach him... but he didn’t know what you would do. At first, he was just there, moaning quietly, rubbing his erection and enjoying the show, thinking that you would really cum for Hyunjin, for him, for his fingers working on you; he was confused when he saw you whisper something to him and he stopped... but he knew, as soon as your excited, panting figures began to point toward him.

Chan bit his lip when he finally saw your bare breasts and your red face, your softly watery eyes, and your soft, exposed abdomen going in and out. He had had many opportunities to appreciate your naked body... but each time you simply took his breath away. His lustful gaze continued to descend on you... delighting in the sight of the fabric of your panties poorly positioned on your pussy, the fabric stuck between your folds. His cock throbbed at the thought and memory of your pussy, it had a serious effect on him just seeing you, and he thought how lucky those panties were to live between your delicious, juicy lips, heavenly, sweet, forbidden lips.

Hyunjin moaned as he felt the pressure of your body against his, and without hesitation, he returned to holding and massaging your breasts. He could appreciate your enthusiasm for Chan and, with his heart pounding wildly, Hyunjin had to admit that he was also eager for him... to know... and learn how his beloved superior handled sex.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” Hyunjin whispered hoarsely, his face caressed by your hair, reveling in its sweet scent and your closeness, your body exuding pleasure.

Nothing but lust and sex. That was all you could think about right now.

You let Hyunjin touch your breasts again, rubbing yourself against his incredibly large erection, and as you listened to his words and stared at Chan, you smiled mischievously.

Chan watched you approach as you took Hyunjin’s hands, guiding him toward him. Chan’s cock throbbed with a life of its own in his shorts as he had you both close by. You looked exquisite, full of lust and an adorable, naughty smirk on your face, and his friend... well, Chan always thought Hyunjin was a very attractive man, and not just because he was a member of his band or his friend; he also had to admit that his large erection intimidated him. It was obvious that Chan knew Hyunjin was well-endowed... but even so, he ended up impressing him in a very good way.

“Want to join us? A little help... with your situation?” you said, leaning toward him, both hands on the armrest of the chair, your face close to his.

Chan didn’t respond. He just breathed sharply and stared at you, a long, intense stare that you knew exactly what it meant, a hard stare studying your every move... that... he was slightly unwilling to play along and wanted you to beg him to touch you.

“Uh, tough crowd, I see,” you said in an amused tone, teasing him. “Fine. Then I guess you don’t mind if I have some fun with Hyunjin only for a little longer... I’ll sit here.”

You dropped yourself onto his erection without mercy. Chan whimpered as he felt your weight on his cock. It was exactly what he wanted... he wanted to see you being used by Hyunjin. The idea turned him on to levels he never thought or imagined possible.

Hyunjin watched the scene with amusement, your ass rubbing against him as you leaned over talking to Chan, and then he stood in front of you as soon as you sat down on his friend’s lap. But your actions were quick and clear; you pulled on Hyunjin’s belt, pulling him toward you, and began to remove it along with his pants and underwear, while at the same time you started to move your body on the erection of your dear friend with benefits; your throbbing center pressed deliciously against his desperate penis, your trembling hands working to undress Hyunjin from the lower half of his body.

Chan let you play with him, with his temperament and excitement. He didn’t touch you; he just growled and moaned, clutching the armrests of the chair tightly until his knuckles turned white and his lower lip burned with pain from biting it intensely.

On the other hand, Hyunjin let you touch him and perform the series of obscenities you had to do to him. As soon as you exposed his cock, he let out a low, trembling howl, muffled against his lewdly figure, and threw his head back in pleasure.

Your mouth salivated as soon as you saw his very tempting and flushed hard cock. So exquisite and eager for you to take it. Even Chan let out a soft gasp at the sight of his penis; he could tell you were enjoying it, your trembling body on top of him said it all.

“Mmm, fuck, Hyunjin, you have a big cock” you said, your thoughts speaking out loud while your eyes sparkled, increasing his ego.

You began to stroke his cock with your hand, pumping its entire length before taking it into your mouth and tasting it. Hyunjin gently grabbed your hair the moment your warm tongue touched his member. You were so excited that you started acting clumsily, unable to maintain a steady rhythm while teasing Chan and giving Hyunjin oral sex, yet still trying to keep him at bay, yet both men were enjoying you to the fullest.

You licked his cock, savoring it completely until your mouth could remember by its own his most exquisite taste and texture; in a few seconds you were already drooling, between your saliva and his precum, flooding the studio with Hyunjin’s whimpers and Chan’s sighs as he felt you grind his cock, making a mess in his shorts by your wet cunt. And, slowly and at your own pace, you began to suck him, so deliciously that if you continued like this, Chan was going to explode in orgasm and slight jealousy at seeing how much you were enjoying it. Taking him slowly, your head bobbing on him as you sucked him off, the sensation of his cock filling your mouth, almost thrusting it, practically fucking it. You couldn’t help but moan softly, choked on his dick.

“Hyunjin... wouldn’t you like to... try her? Like... eat her out?” Chan spoke for the first time in a long time, his voice trembling.

He said it because he wanted to see it. He would love to see it.

Hyunjin nodded, obeying Chan’s words without protest, so you had to stop, making your mouth feel so empty; you loved the warm, throbbing sensation of his penis filling your cavity.

“Come on, baby. Open your legs for Hyunjin,” he purred softly, peeking his face into the right side of your neck.

Chan finally touched you, and you moaned softly as you felt him. His body was warm despite the cold air conditioning surrounding the room. He positioned your body on his lap, pulling you closer to his chest so you could lean on him, and squeezed your thighs, indicating that you should obey him by opening your legs.

You did so, panting as you felt highly vulnerable. Chan gripped your thighs, holding them, and Hyunjin knelt in front of your pussy.

“I want you to try it for yourself. Fuck, look how soaked she is...” Chan murmured to Hyunjin, low and aroused, pulling aside the fabric of your panties and running his long fingers over your cunt, until he subtly slipped two fingers inside you. You sighed in surprise, your body tensing with excitement. “She’s beautiful,” he whispered, consumed by the soft, slippery sensation of your intimate area. “Let Hyunjin know how much you love to get your pussy eaten, baby girl,” he whispered dirty in your ear.

Hyunjin watched you, so vulnerable and submissive, almost naked on his friend’s lap, who held your thighs, squeezing them tightly, and then you... panting over his touch. Chan grabbed your thigh again, letting Hyunjin do his thing; so he finished undressing you, with Chan’s help, Hyunjin slid your panties down your thighs.

And there you were, panting, showing him your glossy pussy, used, prepared, and gently twitching. You felt taken and helpless, you loved the feeling, and you had no choice but to enjoy it. Hyunjin smirked weakly, nervous and excited, not believing that his perfect, delicious meal that hot afternoon in the studio in Seoul would be your tempting pussy.

Hyunjin did it again at his own pace. This time, it was you who held on tightly to the armrest, tense. He started kissing the inside of your thighs, gently tickling your clit with one finger and appreciating your exposed femininity, so well displayed that Hyunjin could paint the erotic image he was witnessing. He appreciated all of your anatomy and then raised his gaze to admire your face, his favorite part. He spread your folds, placing his long fingers on either side of your skin, and gave his first lick, his flat and warm tongue over your vulva, causing you to release a ragged whimper.

He licked you a couple more times, slowly and deeply, just to see your reaction and your uncontrollable need to move your legs, but Chan held you tightly, keeping them still. He smiled, his tongue in your pussy and looking at you, and, satisfied with his effect on you, he began to eat your pussy with a gentle hunger that pushed you to the limit, your eyes rolling back, whimpers you tried to control, pressing and biting your lips hard, resulting in the most exquisites “Mmm” for those excited men, your thighs trembling, your muscles seeking release somehow.

Chan saw the image of Hyunjin devouring your pussy, and it gave him so much pleasure; his breathing became hitched, and it made him feel so needy. For a moment, he thought he would invite Hyunjin more often, just to watch the two of you fuck. The image was delicious. You writhed on Chan’s body, sighing and panting, and Hyunjin... just kept going, reveling in you.

You stroked Hyunjin’s hair as he did the deed. You were so wet that the sound of your pussy combined with Hyunjin’s delicious saliva was audibly present. Hyunjin sucked your clit, staying there, torturing you just enough to drive you a little crazy, then moved his mouth down to your labia and entrance, slurping, nibbling, and licking. His pillowy lips were heavenly, his tongue ruthless and agile. You were so close again that the two of them could feel it.

“Mmm, fuck, she’s so fucking good—” Hyunjin hissed, still deep into your core, his constant sucking muffling the comment. “I can’t believe you had her all to yourself, Chan.”

Hyunjin felt his cock ache, suffocated by all the pent-up arousal. And Chan was in the same situation. Chan breathed deeply, close to you. You were so deliciously overwhelmed by all the sensations... that suddenly you remembered him. You turned to look at him and sought his lips, cupping his manly face with your right hand, and you kissed dirty, so deep and passionate, with agitated breaths and trembling tongues involved, so desperate for each other. Chan released your thighs and began to stimulate your breasts and nipples as you continued to kiss, this time more calmly, but with the same intensity as the first kiss.

But once again... you felt closer and closer. Chan’s hands were very different from Hyunjin’s on your breasts; both felt marvelous, but his tongue was certainly splendid on you. You felt so touched. So well taken. Perfectly overstimulated.

Hyunjin picked up an unexpected pace as soon as he could feel your orgasm coming, so he sped things up, fucking you deeply with his tongue, genuinely tasting you. You whimpered, first on Chan’s lips, but the sensation was so intense that you had to pull away from him a little, and your legs almost closed reflexively, but Chan retook one of your thighs.

You saw that attractive man with short dark hair lost in your core, striving for your sweetest orgasm, masturbating himself violently, yet matching the delicate and voracious movements of his mouth. Still, you wanted more; you were blinded by it. You sought Chan’s lips again, but he instead took your face roughly, squeezing your cheeks, turning it back to the front.

“Look at Hyunjin while he eats your pussy, princess, look at how carefully he’s doing it for you, enjoy it,” he said. Hyunjin heard and looked up, smiling. You were desperate and breathless, your legs still somewhat restless; the position was uncomfortable, and you were under a lot of tension, but Hyunjin took hold of your other thigh. “Open your legs wide, stay still. Good girl. You can take it, I know,” Chan whispered softly.

He let go of your face and abruptly returned to fondling your tits, pinching your nipples, and squeezing your breasts.

But it was too much. Your eyes watered again, you were so ready for your release... but somehow, you were still waiting for Chan’s permission, because it was the dirty game you loved to play. After all, you wanted him to be more dominant over you right now, heightening the sensation of your orgasm.

Chan saw you struggling, and to be honest, he could speak for both Hyunjin and himself, who was in the same situation. The pleasure had been prolonged in such a delicious, yet certainly painful way.

It was time for you to finally get properly fucked. Your cunt filled with a cock as you eagerly and much pleaded, like the little slut you were behaving for the very first moment with them. Or so thought Chan. So he said:

“Mmm, Hyunjin, why don’t you fuck her already?” he suggested, still seriously aroused. Hyunjin looked up. “You want Hyunjin to fuck you, huh, isn’t that right, my sweet princess?” he said to you tenderly.

Chan was practically directing the whole thing subtly and indirectly. You nodded submissively. You had no problem reaching orgasm with his delicious mouth, but you definitely needed your pussy stuffed by something bigger; you had been almost begging for it since the beginning.

Hyunjin obeyed instantly, standing up, and you moaned softly at the sensation of his mouth leaving you. He had never been so excited to follow an order from Chan as he felt now. He would fuck you with rather pleasure.

Chan let go of you and gently pushed your body, indicating that you should stand up. You did so with some difficulty, still feeling somewhat weak after the two intense sensations you had experienced.

“Turn her around. Let me see her face when you fuck her,” he whispered, shifting his body in the chair.

Hyunjin did as he was told again, gently taking your arm and turning you around. You were trembling at the thought. Hyunjin placed his hand on your back, caressing it and making you arch your back. You held onto Chan’s thighs, looking at him with teary, pleading eyes.

The logical part of Hyunjin thought about using a condom, but his wild desire prevailed, and he took his stiff, sensitive cock, moistened its tip between your slick folds, and entered you with a gentle, calculated thrust, pushing in inch by inch, leaving you breathless. You whimpered at the sensation of your throbbing sex joining with his, adapting to his size. And he let out a broken moan, so fucking hot it made Chan shiver, it was just the kind of sexy, captivating sound he had been looking for in Hyunjin from the beginning.

His cock felt so welcome yet suffocated in your tight insides. It was paradise itself; Chan could tell his friend felt it too. That once he tasted you, it was hard to get out of there. Chan was the living example, a long history of sexual encounters with you and around 21 songs about sex and connection written for you, about you, about you two, about what he felt.

His hard flesh filling you completely drove you sweetly crazy, but as soon as he started fucking you, it was your total undoing. Hyunjin moved, taking you by the hips, penetrating you slowly and deeply, hitting your cervix, moving every part of you, thrust after thrust, banging his pelvis against your skin. Hyunjin slid every inch into you, tearing you apart so pleasantly, you whimpered and cried louder. He wanted to make sure you felt it.

Chan licked his lips, reveling in the sight of you receiving pleasure, being torn apart; your tits moving to the abrupt pounding of Hyunjin in your pussy; he could see a little of Hyujin’s penis piercing you and going deep inside you, but certainly the image was very present in his head, of your pussy being used.

Little by little, you began to lose control. You were savoring your orgasm again.

“What is it, baby? Is Hyunjin too big for you? C’mon, you can take him.” Chan moved a little closer to you and commented, clearly amused by your little tears and constant moans escaping from you. “How does it feel, princess? You like Hyunjin fucking you, huh?”

You nodded weakly. You were out of breath. Still, Hyunjin wasn’t half as aggressive as Chan used to be with you when he fucked you hard. His thrusts were precise, long-lasting, with an exquisite back-and-forth motion. It was his steady rhythm and size that broke you; he was so careful.

Hyunjin grabbed your abdomen, lifting your body and pressing your naked figure against him, penetrating you deeply, stirring your guts. He was panting, right at the peak of his sexual desire, enjoying you. He massaged your breasts while continuing to fuck you nonstop while giving you hot kisses in your neck and shoulders, his deep breathing and sizzling grunts pressed against your skin, and your whimpers were more than sweet motivation for him...

And for Chan, who was completely turned on and overwhelmed, finally released his cock and masturbated delicately, letting out grunt after grunt; he was so sensitive. Hyunjin looked at his friend’s cock, also impressed in a very good way. It was obvious then why you were with him. Hyunjin knew that he gave you the most magnificent sex and... it was Bang Chan, how could you not be obsessed, even.

You bit your lip at the sight of Chan’s large, attractive hand touching himself, running his hand up and down the entire length of his rigid shaft. You loved Hyunjin fucking you, but just seeing Chan like that, so hard and needy, made you need him too.

So you did what you knew he hated and turned him on at the same time, teasing him, speaking mockingly, still subtly gasping and out of breath because of Hyunjin’s constant pounding.

“So... Chan. Are you just going to sit there, watching? Are you going to cum just by jerking off...? Aren’t you going to join in? Oh, look at you, touching yourself, like a guilty porn addict, your poor little thing—”

Chan stood up abruptly, somewhere between annoyed and excited... at first, the tone of your voice excited him so much that it made his cock tremble, but your comments escalating more and more into gentle degradation wasn’t what he was looking for, not right now.

His abrupt movement impressed both Hyunjin and you, yet he didn’t stop penetrating you. Chan had a plan: to fuck you until you were exhausted, almost unable to continue, filled with Hyunjin’s cum. He planned to leave you used and say proudly that now it was his turn to fuck you and he was going to tear you apart even harder, but no... you had to change his plans with that arrogant tone of yours, talking to him like that.

Besides, it was more than obvious, he could hardly resist any longer, he wanted his cock rubbed and used by you, into you.

Chan approached you, his clean hand taking your face with a gentle aggressiveness that made you know what was coming next, your pussy throbbing and your nipples hardening at the thought that you might have both handsome men at the same time. You wanted to smile, but Hyunjin’s constant movement inside you stopped you; you were still panting. His hand took part of your cheek, and his fingers tangled a little in your hair, pulling it enough to mark the obvious dominance and authority he needed during sex, when it was dirty and unrestrained. Just like the three of you were experiencing.

You looked into his dark eyes, full of something mischievous that intimidated you and turned you on irrevocably.

Chan spoke, sharp, cold, and annoyed, pulling your hair harder.

“You dirty little slut, you don’t know how to shut the fuck up and just be grateful and enjoy, do you? Even with your pussy full of cock, you want more?” Chan spoke so despotically that it made Hyunjin shudder. It was a tone of Chan’s that he had only heard a few times, maybe three or four times, back when they were trainees and newly debuted, when he really scolded them harshly. Hyunjin saw how Chan grabbed your shoulders, pulling your torso to control you, so he let go of you, understanding that he was about to join in, to make the situation a real threesome. You arched your back again, held onto Chan’s thighs, and ended up with your face grazing his erection. He took it and directed it roughly to your lips. “Then here, take it. I need to put my cock in your dirty mouth so you’ll stop talking and saying bullshit, isn’t that right, you little cunt? Open your mouth. Now.”

Hyunjin fucked you more gently, slightly lost in the situation... seeing Chan in his dominant nature during sex. You raised your gaze to Chan, your eyes shining, your look submissive as your lips touched his hot glans... it was everything you wanted. Both of them at the same time. Sexual desire caught you again with more intensity; you stuck out your tongue, just to feel his shaft on it. Chan slapped your tongue a bit with his cock and then pushed it into your mouth without further warning.

At first, you choked a little; your jaw was adjusting to the large intruder entering your mouth. Chan threw his head back, sighing in relief as he pulled your hair and began to move inside you, reveling in the sensation of your cavity enveloping his very flushed and needy sex, your lips around his circumference, a little roughness from your teeth, your palate, your restless tongue, and the soft, warm, and wet cheek lining.

Initially, he did it slowly, with a little consideration, just three slow, long thrusts, pumping his cock, sliding into you, from his glans, until it reached the limit of its length in your cavity without entering your throat. He did it to prepare himself, leaving you drooling and tired, but soon and spontaneously, he changed the rhythm, thrusting hard, fast, hitting your oropharynx, making you cry instantly, your hands clinging tightly to his thighs. You were making a mess, dripping from every possible way out of you.

Hyunjin cleared his throat, watching with guilty arousal and some intimidation at how hard you were struggling to keep up with Chan’s pace in your cavity. You looked like you were suffering, but at the same time so pleased, you were. Still, Hyunjin somewhat shyly commented:

“Hmm, don’t you think you should be a little gentler with her?”

Chan pulled your hair harder and smiled broadly, enjoying the sight of your completely devastated face, your eyes and nose running, your eyebrows tense, and your gaze seeking mercy. It was just the way you liked it.

“That’s how she likes it, rough,” he sounded more proud. “Isn’t that right, sweetie? You want Hyunjin to go faster, too, right?”

Chan took your cock out of your mouth for a moment so you could catch your breath. You inhaled deeply and nodded at his question.

“Yes,” you replied weakly and breathlessly.

You needed that.

That little bit was enough to change Hyunjin’s perspective. He wanted to try it, to fuck you so hard, to use his cock on you more for his own pleasure than yours... but he was a little indecisive, until that little confirmation gave him access to being that dominant person, whose energy his friend radiated.

You whimpered as soon as you felt Hyunjin’s large hands hold your hips more tightly and thus control your body more roughly. This time, he was fucking you exactly hard, destroying you, hitting a very sweet spot in you that made you lose control completely, making you tremble and so close to your orgasm.

And, amid the intense pleasure, Chan put his cock back in your mouth, fucking you with exactly the same brutal and wild movement as Hyunjin in your pussy. You endured it for a while, but tears fell from your cheeks more consistently. You never thought you would feel so exquisitely suffocated, so full, so used in search of their pleasure, like a real, flesh-and-blood fuck toy.

The studio that a few minutes ago was filled with music, talent, and two very creative minds... was now filled with your muffled cries on their cocks, the sound of the mess of fluids, both Chan’s and Hyunjin’s, against your mouth and pussy, and the violent way your skin collided with skin as you were fucked so hard; so now those two brilliant minds worked together to tear you apart, to push you to the limit and thus completely melt you away, releasing all the tension in your body that you were struggling so hard with. You came intensely on Hyunjin’s cock, making every inch of your being tremble. Hyunjin was sweating slightly; he slowed his thrusts, making them sloppy and careless once he felt your walls squeeze his cock, practically milking him, and he came inside you. He continued to penetrate you as his orgasm washed over him, his cock twitching, releasing every drop into you, as he let out that same incomparable hot sound of feral panting and whimpering he had previously accomplished.

And the moment Hyunjin finished his panting orgasm inside you, Chan was quick to follow suit; his semen shooting into your mouth and filling you completely. He pulled his still-twitching cock out of you and deposited shots of his cum around your lips with burning pride, lips which were already dripping with it, and you were beginning to swallow.

It was intense, and you were so tired. Just as Chan predicted. Everything about you was still throbbing, and your heart was out of your chest.

As soon as Hyunjin pulled out of you, gasping, Chan manipulated your body with ease, supporting your weakness, yet still keeping you arched. He positioned himself behind you and said in a hoarse voice:

“I have to see that pretty pussy dripping.”

Oh, he loves to do that. You thought, apparently, that now he loved to see it when it wasn’t just his cum filling you up. And he did it at just the right moment, as your walls continued to quiver from your most recent orgasm, struggling to return you to tranquility again, and just then, you moaned softly as you felt the tempting way your vagina slowly, tentatively, and involuntarily expelled that white liquid mixed with your fluids, leaving you dripping. It was humiliating and hot, but it satisfied more than one man. Hyunjin also looked at his work of art with pride. Both would swear that their penises throbbed again at such a dirty scene.

Chan manipulated your body again, this time taking your face and pressing your back against his chest. With one finger, he deftly wiped your chin and lips of his cum and inserted that finger into your mouth for you to suck.

“Look how beautiful she is, freshly fucked,” he said, proud.

Hyunjin smiled, breathing heavily and noticing the admiration with which Chan looked at you.

You weren’t just his sexual muse. You were his in every way.

In that studio, which at first was filled with implicit sexual energy, behind daring lyrics and clever wordplay, now enveloped in something merely explicit. So dirty and difficult to digest, yet above all, extremely pleasurable. It became sexy, obscene, and explicit.

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How would he react? Would he ignore you as if he never knew you? Would he run into your arms, like you knew you'd feel the urge to do as soon as your eyes land on his? Would he just greet you politely, like you haven't already exchanged your breaths, your innocence, whispers of love, tangled your tongues and your hearts?

Did he move on?

You wouldn't blame him if he did, after all, you were the one who left him when you had promised to always stay by his side.

You called your grandparents earlier to let them know you'll be visiting, finally after so many years, you had to be there to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary, you wouldn't miss it for anything in the world. They practically raised you while your parents worked out of the village and you always admired the tender love they had for each other, spending so many years together and going through so much that just made their bond stronger.

You were tempted to ask your grandmother about Hyunjin, what he was doing now or if he had a significant other. But, you had bitten your tongue, too scared to find out the answer to your question.

You only hoped he didn't hate you.

Hyunjin. The boy that smiled shyly at you when you were just five years old, when his mother had brought him to your house for a play date while the parents have some 'grown up time'. You returned the shy smile, playing with the fabric of your nice dress, the one your mom made you wear, saying something about a 'good impression'. The awkwardness between you disappeared pretty quickly, as soon as you showed him your favorite toys, the two of you started playing together in your yard, between all the dirt and the flowers. Your mother had scolded you later for ruining your dress but your grandmother calmed her down, telling her how the dress paled in comparison to having a good time with a new friend.

Hyunjin and you had at least two play dates a week which turned into three, then four, soon you became inseparable; especially when you started going to school together. Both of you were pretty frightened about that change, standing in front of the school gate so Hyunjin reached out to hold your hand, squeezing it reassuringly as your little cheeks became rosy.

He was your best friend, your first and last crush.

Years of being by his side, watching him grow and growing with him, you couldn't imagine your life without him. Hyunjin knew almost everything about you as you did with him and when both of you started high school, something changed.

He was growing up, he was different than before and you started looking at him differently. Before, you were used to the feeling you got when he touched your hand but now it seemed more electrifying. Hyunjin felt the same, suddenly becoming a stuttering mess next to you, staring at you with shiny eyes and a dumb smile on his face while you'd come home from school every day with butterflies in your stomach and a new diary entry to write.

You noticed how pretty his smile was, how gentle his voice sounded when he spoke your name, how his eyes were trained on your lips one too many times. Hyunjin noticed how your silky hair fell over your shoulders, the way you'd flip it back when he called out to you, how you'd smile at him with rosy cheeks.

Then one night while you were sleeping, Hyunjin couldn't hold back anymore. He sneaked out of his room, stalking down the road quietly to your house, you were only a few minutes away from his place. He stood beneath your window, his palms clammy, heart pounding against his chest, his throat completely dry. There was no going back now. You were awakened by the sounds of little stones hitting your window and confusedly you sat up, squinting towards the direction where the sound was coming from.

"What the-" you started as you stood up. You quietly walked over to your window and peeked down.

"Hyunjin?" you wondered to yourself before opening the window abruptly just as he lifted his hand up and threw another little rock, almost hitting you straight in the face but you dodged with a gasp as it landed behind you.

"Bunny! I'm so sorry!" he panicked immediately, flailing his long arms, the nickname he always used for you making your stomach flutter.

"What are you doing here? It's 2am." you asked confusedly.

"Let me come up please. I need to talk to you." Hyunjin looked nervous, shifting from one foot to the other, chewing on his lip and playing with his fingers.

"Can't this wait until the morning?" your brain was still half asleep and the chilly air from the outside made you shiver in the little nightgown you had on.

"I mean... I guess it can. It's just I don't know if I will have courage tomorrow." he mumbled, looking down and kicking around the little rocks with his foot.

"Fine. Come on up." you said and Hyunjin climbed quickly even though you scolded him, reminding him to be careful and quiet.

"Sorry." he sheepishly smiled at you when you grabbed his wrists and pulled him inside, but his foot got stuck which ended in you falling backwards on your butt and him sprawled on the floor on his hands and knees, hovering over you.

"Hyunjin!" you grunted in pain. "If my grandparents find you here-"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" he whispered and the two of you just sat there quietly, trying to hear if there was any indication that someone was coming to your door.

But it was dead quiet, except for the crickets outside of your house and the loud thumping of your heart so both of you let out a breath of relief.

"What did you need to tell me?" you asked after the two of you sat down, you on your bed and Hyunjin on the chair. He stood up abruptly, a shaky breath leaving his lips. Hyunjin rubbed his hands together as he looked away from you. You were suddenly worried, knowing he rarely gets this serious.

"I've been hiding this from you for a while but I can't hold it back anymore, even if you don't feel the same about me I need you to know how I feel because otherwise my chest will burst." he babbled, looking at you nervously.

"Jinnie, what are you talking about?" you asked with brows furrowed, your heartbeat picking up speed.

"I like you. More than friends. As in I'd like to kiss you and hold your hand and have it mean something more than just 'best friends'. I want to be your boyfriend." he blurted out, heart wilding in his chest as he scanned your face, looking for a reaction.

Your lips parted as you stared at him quietly for a moment, trying to process what he was saying. Your dear, sweet Jinnie who you were in love with for years was confessing to you? Looking so nervous and adorable, telling you he wants to kiss you and be yours?

You wished you could scream. So, you did just that. You grabbed your pillow and muffled your excited scream with it as Hyunjin stared at you with wide eyes.

"Um. Are you okay?" he chuckled awkwardly.

"Not really." you shook your head. "Sorry, it's just... I like you too, Jinnie. And I'd love to kiss you and be yours."

"Oh." he stood awkwardly in place like he wasn't expecting a positive answer.

"Are you gonna kiss me now?" you asked sheepishly after a moment of silence.

"Can I?" he looked excited and nervous as he came closer to you and you stood up slowly, nodding at him.

"I- You know I've never kissed anyone before." he said quietly.

"Me neither. It's okay." you gently took his hand in yours and Hyunjin felt the familiar comfort you always gave to him, reaching into his soul even now.

You stared into each other's eyes for a moment, letting the dust settle and the reality sink in, smiles creeping up on your faces as you slowly leaned in. Lips against lips pressed together and your eyes fluttered shut, your entire body buzzing.

Hyunjin squeezed your hand, his other hand tentatively touching the side of your waist as you placed your hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat underneath your fingers.

Everything fell into place then, you were his and he was yours-

"Miss? Miss, we're here." you snapped out of your reminiscing session as the driver pulled up to your grandparents house. You almost forgot how tiny the village is, how cozy and familiar all of it is. The dirt roads you walked on, mostly with Hyunjin by your side, the little forest that led to a clearing you used for picnic dates and stargazing, your grandmother's colorful garden, the porch she always sat on, admiring the flowers she helped grow. Even the air smelled familiar and it was almost as if you had never left.

"Let me help with your bags." the man said as you walked out of the car, taking a deep breath of fresh air into your lungs.

"Thank you." you said as he pulled out your suitcase. "Careful with those, please!" you added as the driver struggled, finally managing to put both of your suitcases down.

You missed the annoyed look he gave you while you put on your lipgloss, making sure your lips were nice and plump as you checked yourself out in the little pocket mirror.

"Oh, right." you remembered. "Here." you opened your wallet and grabbed some bills, paying the driver and leaving him a nice tip.

Before you could close your wallet, something caught your eye. A little picture of you and Hyunjin, where he was holding you from behind, both of your faces rosy with big smiles as you were chuckling together. You sighed and closed your wallet quickly, shoving it into your bag.

"Thanks for the tip, miss. Have a nice day." the man rounded his car.

"You too." you waved and he turned on his car while you stepped back as the screeching tires lifted up the dirt.

"Ugh." you made a disgusted face, turning around to pull your suitcases with you. After a struggle with the luggage, you managed to finally make the little wheels roll as you walked into the driveway of your childhood home.

"Shit!" your heart leaped out of your chest when your foot got stuck and you pulled, gasping once again when you realized your heel broke.

"Great. Just what I need." you rolled your eyes. Not a good beginning to this visit, you thought.

"Oh, she's here!" you heard the warm, familiar voice belonging to your grandma.

"Nana!" you called out to your grandma as she made her way to you, surprisingly agile for her age. "Oh!" you gasped when she gave you a bone crushing hug.

"Oh, how I missed you my child!" she was already pinching your cheeks as you groaned, noticing your grandfather had just walked out on the porch.

"There's my favorite grandchild." he said with a wink and you shook your, chuckling.

"Of course I'm your favorite when I'm the only one." you laughed quietly and grandma shushed you.

"Don't ruin his jokes, it makes him happy." she nudged you with a wink and you nodded.

"Come here." your grandpa kissed your cheeks, taking a moment to look at you.

"You look all serious and business-y." he said and you chuckled, looking down at your attire.

You were still wearing the suit you'd usually wear to work and the heels that were now broken.

"My heel broke." you remembered and you grandma started laughing.

"Honey, you can forget about heels here. I hope you brought some comfortable shoes that are dirt friendly." she joked as your grandpa helped with your luggage.

As soon as you walked into the house, you were hit with an even bigger wave of nostalgia than the one slowly building in your soul while you drove towards the village. They haven't changed almost anything, all the decoration was the same, everything smelled the same and familiar, like the home you grew up in never changed.

Like you never changed.

"Are you hungry, my child?"

"Oh yes." you nodded at your grandma eagerly, happy to be eating her home-cooked food.

"Good, wash your hands and join us for dinner."

She gave you some house slippers as you threw your poor broken heels aside and after washing your hands, you joined them at the table.

"So, how is the big city treating you?" your grandpa asked and you caught them up on your work, friends, your apartment, anything about the city you thought was worth mentioning.

"How are things here?" you asked after they listened to you, interested in your new experiences.

"Oh, you know. There is always something to do here. We have the house, the garden, the chickens, the goats. We are not as young and strong as we were once before but we are used to working. Plus, someone always comes to help out." nana explained.

"Like who?" you asked absentmindedly, chewing on the salad.

"Well, do you remember Chan? He was always a nice boy, that one. He got married recently but he still comes to help out with some repairs the house needs."

"Chan got married? Wow." you chuckled, it made sense. He had the same girlfriend for years and he was older than you so you weren't that surprised.

"And of course, Hyunjin." you grandma gave you a knowing smile as your entire body froze and you almost choked on your salad.

"Hyunjin got married?!" you spat out and your grandma gasped and then started laughing.

"No, dear, no." she chuckled at your reaction. "I meant Hyunjin comes here to help a lot. He repainted the entire kitchen and living room. Helps out with the animals and the garden when he isn't working on his farm. Or working around with other people, helping them build their houses and things like that."

"Oh..." you swallowed. "So, you see him a lot?"

"Yeah, almost every day!" grandpa chuckled. "He even joined us for breakfast this morning."

You suddenly felt a knot forming in your stomach. Hyunjin spent more time in your home, with your family than you did.

"Does he... does he have someone? You know. A partner." your voice broke a little as you blinked your tears away. You hated how you always cried easily, especially when it's about Hyunjin.

"No, he only works." your grandma frowned. "That boy never stops from early in the morning until late night hours. He just works and works his days away."

Somehow, that made you feel a little more at ease even though your heart still hurt.

"He asks about you, you know." grandma added.

You almost choked on your food again.

"He does?" you swallowed quickly, deciding that your appetite is now gone.

"Yeah. He asks if you're healthy, if you're doing good."

"Oh."

The weight of your grandma's words settled in your heart, heavy like a rock even as you tried to distract yourself with washing dishes and helping her clean up.

"Your room is the same as it was always. We never touched or removed anything." your grandma smiled at you, her hand gentle on your cheek.

"You should go see Hyunjin." she added.

"I- Maybe later." your throat dried up and you needed a moment to yourself, a moment to gather your thoughts. You walked up the stairs to your room as soon as you finished cleaning up, pulling your suitcases up with you. When the door creaked open, you were greeted by your past.

Your grandparents really left everything intact.

You stopped in your tracks after closing the door, too scared to move so you wouldn't disrupt the memories you were witnessing in your mind. Countless times Hyunjin and you spent here, ever since you were kids all the way up to the end of high school and the summer before you left for good. He was everywhere in that room. He sat on your windowsill, he paced around the floor, he swayed backwards on your chair (falling on his butt one too many times), he laid on your bed, kissing you and telling you how much he loves you.

There were polaroid pictures of you on the left side of your table, the drawings he gave you as a gift, your favorite teddy bear he got you for your one year anniversary still propped up against your pillows... You opened your drawer and found your diaries, his name scribbled on the pages, on your heart. You picked up one of the polaroids as your other hand automatically went to your chest. The couple necklaces you shared, one half of a heart was still around your neck, hidden under your shirt and close to your heart, the other one was still with him or maybe it wasn't. Maybe he threw it away after you left and never came back, not even returning his calls or texts.

"Hyunjin..." you whispered as you smiled at the picture, him with his hair over his eyes trying to make a scary face and you in the back, your hands on his shoulders as you stood on your tippy toes and put your tongue out, making a silly face.

Suddenly, you were overcome by emotions and tears spilled from your eyes. You loved him your entire life. And even if you tried to escape that feeling, you never really could. Hyunjin grew roots inside your heart and he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. You let yourself cry for a moment, hugging the teddy bear as you sat on your bed.

Should you go see him?

He has every right to be mad at you and you were scared of him turning a cold shoulder. But then again, your grandma said he asks for you. Maybe he is just curious?

Either way, you weren't ready to face him yet.

You decided to unpack and shower, change into something more comfortable and hopefully catch up on sleep.

But as soon as you got into your bed, sleep wouldn't come to you, no matter how quiet and peaceful the village was in comparison to the city and how comfortable your old bed was. Your mind drifted off to that night when Hyunjin snuck in, right before your prom.

Six years ago

"Hey, little bunny." Hyunjin had climbed through the window that you left open for him, knocking down one of your books from the shelf next to it in the process.

"Hyun!" you scolded him with a chuckle.

"I know, I know. I'm trying to be quiet." he whispered, lifting his arms up in defeat.

"Come here, clumsy." you giggled and he practically skipped to you, his long arms wrapping around your smaller frame and pulling you into him.

"I'm so excited for tomorrow." your voice was muffled by his chest and he chuckled.

"Me too. I hope I don't step on your toes." he grimaced and you looked up at him, your fingers tangled in his long dark hair.

"You won't. You're a great dancer and we practiced a lot." you smiled, caressing the back of his neck and Hyunjin melted, his arms tightening around you.

"Yes, but when I'm nervous I can't control my body." he whined with a pout. "There will be other people there, looking at us and-"

"You'll do fine, trust me." you interrupted his nervous babbling. "Just imagine it's the two of us, like right now." you swayed slowly and he followed you, exhaling and pressing his forehead against yours.

"I love you, little bunny." he whispered.

"I love you too, Jinnie." you whispered back and his lips were on yours instantly. Hands explored awkwardly as you were backed into your bed, falling down with Hyunjin on top of you. You had messed around like this before, his hands under your nightgown, fingers dipping into your underwear, your hand wrapped around his length.

"H-Hyunjin?" you whimpered as he slowly pumped his fingers inside you, kissing your neck.

"Yes, doll?" he whispered back, the nickname giving you shivers.

"I'm ready. For... you know. I wanna go all the way with you." you bit on your lip as his eyes widened.

"Are you- are you sure? I can wait for you for however long you need. You don't have to feel pressured." he shook his head, pulling his fingers out.

"No, no. I am sure. I love you and I want to be yours completely." you gripped at his shoulders and Hyunjin's heart leaped out of his chest as he smiled sweetly at you.

"I want to be yours completely too. Be your first and your last. And you mine."

"Jinnie." you almost started crying from the overwhelming feelings, your lips quickly finding his. Hyunjin was a little awkward, unsure of himself and scared that he'll hurt you or do something wrong but he was still gentle, trying to put you first even though he was more excited than ever to have you like this and be connected with you.

"I have condoms in the drawer." you pointed at the nightstand and he narrowed his eyes at you.

"You were planning this?" his face became as red as a tomato.

"I mean, yeah." you nodded, the color of your cheeks matching his. "I've wanted this with you for some time but I was nervous to tell you." you admitted.

"You're so cute, bunny." Hyunjin giggled, caressing your cheek gently with his knuckles.

"Ugh." you groaned in embarrassment while he kept chuckling, reaching for the drawer.

The moment he started pushing in, the world around you disappeared and you were concentrated only on him.

"Does it hurt?" Hyunjin asked as he kept filling you up gently.

"A little." you gasped, it was definitely a bigger stretch than his fingers.

"I'm sorry." he looked guilty immediately. "Do you want me to stop?"

"N-no. Keep going." you whispered, holding onto his upper back.

Hyunjin's eyes fluttered shut when he bottomed out inside you, his entire body was buzzing, his heart was beating fast and he was trying to gather all the mental and physical strength not to finish too quickly.

"Y/n." he gasped when he finally opened his eyes and looked at you, a sweet lovestruck expression on your face, your eyes sparkling, all for him, all his.

"Hyunjin." you moaned at the way he felt inside you and the way he looked at you, like you hung all the stars in the sky just for him.

"I adore you, bunny." Hyunjin said gently and your heart bursted right then and there.

"I adore you too." you whispered back.

He slowly started moving inside you, whispering words of love and praise the entire time as you clutched onto him and returned his praises.

You've never felt like that before, completely and utterly loved by him, connected with him.

Which made it harder for you to give him the news you were supposed to tomorrow after prom.

Present time

You were rudely awakened at 5am when the rooster in your nana's backyard started crowing loudly.

"Ugh!" you forgot about all the charms of living in a village as you grabbed the pillow and put it over your face, a muffled 'shut up' pressed into it. You waited for a few moments, throwing the pillow aside and turning to your left, coming face to face with the teddy bear Hyunjin gave you, which of course you named 'Jinnie' back then, making your boyfriend laugh adoringly at you.

"Good morning, Jinnie." you said to the teddy, pulling the plushie closer to you as you hugged it and sighed. "Guess I should get up." you added with a shrug before stretching and then getting up.

You opened up your wardrobe, choosing to wear a red dress with a dainty floral print on it and got ready in your room, listening to music just like you did every day before school or a date with your boyfriend years ago. You opened up another drawer in your table and gasped when you saw the corsage that Hyunjin gave to you when he came to pick you up before prom.

You clutched it in your hand and thought back to that night, when Hyunjin came to pick you up.

Six years ago

To say Hyunjin was nervous was an understatement. He felt as if every atom of his being was about to burst into little pieces when he rang your doorbell. He was a wreck as he kept wiping his sweaty palms against his jacket, annoyed at the fact that no matter how many deep breaths he took, his heart was still hammering against his chest, ready to burst. Why was he so nervous? It was just you, his little bunny.

Oh, but he wasn't ready and he was right to be so nervous because as soon as your grandma opened the door with a smile, ushering him in, his eyes landed on you and they widened. Hyunjin felt as if the world stopped spinning, all the clocks stopped ticking, his heart quit beating and his breath got stuck in his throat. You became the only center of gravity, pulling him in towards you and nothing else around the two of you mattered.

He was completely and utterly floored and whipped for you.

Hyunjin finally understood the meaning of the word 'breathtaking' because that was the only thing that came to mind as you smiled at him so beautifully, so in love, so happy, wearing the most gorgeous dress he'd ever seen you in.

"Y/n." was the only thing he managed to say and you chuckled, your heart swelling at his reaction.

It was your turn to gawk as he came closer to you, you'd never seen him wearing a suit before and he looked even more handsome than he ever did. Your knees buckled when he stood close to you, the smell of his cologne was intoxicating but his lovestruck smile was even more mesmerizing.

Your grandparents smiled lovingly at the two of you before glancing at each other knowingly as Hyunjin gave you your corsage, gently putting it on your wrist. So many pictures were taken before you had to rush out so you wouldn't be late to the dance.

The night was magical and everything seemed possible under the fairy lights as Hyunjin and you swayed to the gentle melody of the familiar song coming from the speakers.

"Do you want to slip out after our song?" Hyunjin's plump lips brushed against your ear as he pulled you tighter into his heated body.

"Won't the chaperones notice?" you asked as you looked up at him only to find him smirking.

"We'll be stealthy." he said and you giggled.

"Right, stealthy."

"Yes, see I didn't even step on your foot!"

"Not yet." you teased him and Hyunjin pouted, whining and burying his face in your shoulder.

"Mean bunny." he tickled your sides, making you squirm and squeal.

"Fine, sorry." you giggled, knowing he wasn't actually offended. "You did a great job." you added and Hyunjin looked up at you with a sweet smile, his cheeks rosy.

"Thank you, doll. You did too." he smirked, brushing his lips against yours.

You managed to sneak out somehow while everyone was dancing to a quicker beat and you knew exactly where you were going; to your favorite spot with Hyunjin, the path to it so familiar that you could walk through it blind, the soil remembering all your footsteps.

"Hyune, um... I'm wearing heels." you whispered as he shined the path ahead with a little pocket flashlight.

"Oh, right." he thought for a moment before kneeling down. "Get on my back, doll."

"Are you sure?" you asked and he chuckled.

"Of course." he nodded eagerly and you climbed up on his back, feeling light and happy, giggles spilling from both of your lips. "Hold this." Hyunjin gave you the light and you shined it ahead as he gripped the back of your thighs and carried you.

Being a little tease, Hyunjin pretended he was going to drop you a few times only to have you almost scream as your arms wrapped tighter around him.

"Stop that!" you whined.

"Sorry, sorry bunny. I'll stop. You're just so cute." he smirked.

"If you weren't carrying me right now, you'd be in big trouble." you scolded and Hyunjin let out a laugh, your favorite tree coming into view.

"Yes, I know. Biiiig trouble." he kept chuckling and you were this close to biting his shoulder.

"Here we are, bunny." he gently put you down and wrapped his arm around you as the two of you stared at the carving in the trunk.

Hyunjin + Y/n.

Both of you laughed then, you had carved your names in when you were barely 16 and seeing it now was equally as embarrassing as it was sweet.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?" you looked up at Hyunjin and he smiled sweetly at you.

"I promise I'll love you forever." he whispered, lifting his pinky and you giggled.

"I promise I'll love you forever too, my sweet Jinnie." you whispered back, your pinky curling around his.

Hyunjin chuckled in delight and pulled you into a sweet kiss.

You didn't have the heart to tell him you got into uni and would be leaving the village in September.

Present time

You had to go visit the tree.

"Fuck." you cursed, angrily wiping your tears away, before putting the corsage back into the drawer and slamming it shut.

Too many memories.

You quickly made your way downstairs where your nana was already serving breakfast.

"Oh, I thought you'd be sleeping more, dear." she lifted her brows in surprise.

"I thought so too." you joked, giving her a pointed look and she laughed.

"I see you forgot how it is here." nana shook her head. "When you haven't been around for so long."

"I'm sorry." you grimaced, sitting down to eat with her. "I know I should've visited more. I got caught up in studies and work and-"

"Breathe, dear." your grandma squeezed your hand with a chuckle. "It's not me who you should be explaining this to."

You gulped, knowing she was referring to Hyunjin.

"Where's grandpa?" you asked.

"He's out back, working."

"I was thinking of going for a walk before lunch. I'll make sure to come back though to help out."

"Sure, dear. You haven't been here for so long, you should catch up with the place and the people." grandma nodded with a wink and that was exactly what you planned to do.

It was around 7am when you finally walked out of the house, inhaling the fresh air you were deprived of in the big city. It was a bit chilly in the morning so you draped a light jacket over your shoulders and let your legs lead you through the familiar streets.

You still didn't want to see Hyunjin so you went the opposite direction of his house, trying to stick to the shadows for now, just to have a little more peace to yourself and mentally prepare for the inevitable encounters of everyone you grew up with.

It was painful. Walking all the familiar paths you walked through before with him, it was as if you could hear his laughter echoing down the street. Your heart squeezed in your chest when you realized just where your legs had taken you.

The tree.

It was still there, as tall as ever, its branches familiar as you and Hyunjin had laid under them multiple times, kissing, talking, laughing, holding each other close. You walked closer, your eyes brimming with tears when you saw the carving. Hyunjin + Y/n. Forever.

The word you had added that night after prom.

You cursed yourself mentally for crying again and being so overcome with emotions. You couldn't stand there for too long and were about to leave when something caught your eye. Another carving, smaller and almost unnoticeable on the right side of yours. You leaned in closer to inspect it and your heart almost stopped.

Hyunjin.

Nothing else, just his name was carved into the wood and you felt fresh tears forming in your eyes. Leaving was definitely a mistake, maybe the biggest mistake you ever made, especially after the let down you experienced in the city. You wiped your tears away again and decided to leave the tree be, your heart hurting at the thought of Hyunjin sitting under the branches alone, carving his name and wondering why you had never called back or came to see him. You walked away, back down the path and into the village, deep in your thoughts. Lost in the memories of what once was you didn't even realize where you came, as your legs walked on autopilot.

Only when the familiar light blue house came into view, you snapped from your thoughts, eyes wide and heart dropping into your stomach.

"Shit!" you whisper-yelled. This was the only house you wanted to avoid and yet you were standing right in front of it. As far as you knew, Hyunjin's parents didn't live there anymore, he was living in the big house completely alone, his only companions his animals.

Your knees almost gave out as you stared, before getting spooked when you heard barking. A big black dog ran to the fence, barking at you in warning. You had never seen it before so Hyunjin must've gotten it after you went to the city. You backed away as the dog kept barking at you in a not-so-friendly manner. You turned and started walking away, hoping Hyunjin didn't hear that or wasn't home because you still weren't ready to see him let alone talk to him.

Then, you heard a familiar voice.

"Easy girl, easy." you assumed he was talking to the dog as the barking subsided immediately and you stopped in your tracks.

"Well, well." you heard then. "If it isn't little bunny."

Your heart leaped out of your chest. You hadn't heard that nickname in years.

"Don't even wanna say hi?" Hyunjin continued and you heard the sound of the little fence door opening. Slowly, you turned around and basically almost fainted.

This wasn't your sweet, shy and little Jinnie. You almost didn't recognize him as you stared at him with eyes wide and mouth agape.

His long hair was gone, replaced by a neat buzzcut that was also bleached, he had piercings on his ears, his arms were big and muscular, a few tattoos here and there, visible in the tanktop he wore. He looked taller, bigger, more manly. Your knees buckled and the more you looked at him the more you felt lightheaded.

Hyunjin smirked, noticing how you were salivating and a little chuckle escaped his lips.

"Gonna catch flies like that." he teased and you closed your mouth, attempting to compose yourself as you stood up straighter. His eyes then traveled all over your frame, the teasing glint inside them turning into something softer until they fell on the necklace and he felt as if the ground underneath his feet almost gave out.

You were still wearing it. Just like he was, his half heart hidden under his top.

"Hi." you said quietly. "You look different."

"A lot can change in six years." he stated, still keeping a good distance away from you.

"It can." you stepped back, feeling suffocated by his presence as you tried to read his face and tone of voice. Was there anger? Regret? Did he resent you?

"You're different too." a small smile appeared on his lips.

"How so?" you tilted your head to the left, thinking how you pretty much looked the same since the end of high school.

"You've gotten even more beautiful." Hyunjin said like it was nothing and you were sure you were having a heart attack in that moment.

"I- That- Thank you." you had no idea what to say. "I have to go... Help nana with lunch. And stuff."

Hyunjin smiled wider.

"I'll see you later then, bunny."

"Sure." you turned around so quickly that you almost snapped your neck. Hyunjin watched with bathed breath as you scurried away from him.

You finally came back.

-

"Did you see Hyunjin?" nana asked as you helped her clean around the kitchen after lunch.

"Accidentally, yes." you said and she chuckled.

"I never understood why you broke up, you two are made for each other." she said and you almost dropped the plate you were holding.

"We didn't... actually break up. I just left."

"I thought you were still together back then, I was wondering why he never went to visit you or you him. I only realized you weren't together once he asked me if I knew where you lived in the city. Which I forgot the address, dear, so I hope I didn't do anything wrong by not telling him."

"No, no, nana. You did nothing wrong. It was my fault. I thought I was doing the right thing. But I'm not so sure anymore." your eyes welled up with tears as you clutched onto the counter.

"Oh, honey." your grandma was instantly by your side.

"I told him I would come back. I wouldn't be surprised if he hated me now and wanted nothing to do with me." you sniffled as nana wiped your tears away.

"Oh dear, Hyunjin doesn't hate you. He talks very fondly of you always. That boy still loves you."

"He- He does?" you thought back to your encounter today.

"A love like that doesn't disappear overnight. Or over the span of six years." your grandma teased, making you chuckle through your tears.

"If you say so."

"Talk to him. He is coming to dinner tonight anyways." she announced.

"He is what?!" you almost yelled.

"He usually joins us for dinner. At least a few days in the week."

You panicked immediately.

"I have to go get ready then!"

Nana bursted into laughter as she watched you frantically run up the stairs.

"What was that about?" grandpa came in, looking up at the metaphorical dust that you left behind after running.

"Oh you know. Love." grandma winked at him and he shook his head with a smile.

Shit.

Hyunjin is coming over for dinner. You had to look your best.

You've gotten even more beautiful.

His words rang in your head and your cheeks became red instantly, heart beating hard in your chest. You quickly opened your wardrobe and began throwing clothes everywhere, your room soon looking as if a tornado had passed through it. You tried on multiple outfits but with every single one you found something wrong. The color was too bright, the shirt was too big, the pants looked weird...

So you settled on another dress, a pretty and white flowy one with yellow flowers on it, the shape of it accentuating your frame, your bare legs on display. You decided to wear heels too and put on some makeup. You were so nervous as if you hadn't already been his.

While you were doing your hair, you stared into your reflection and remembered that warm summer night when you told Hyunjin you were leaving.

Six years ago

Hyunjin and you sat on a blanket, staring up at the stars shimmering in the dark sky.

"Jinnie." you swallowed nervously.

"Yes, bunny?" he smiled, playing with your fingers.

"I have something to tell you."

"Oh? Okay." he nodded, sitting up.

"Um. It's been weighing on me since prom."

"You sound serious." Hyunjin's expression turned into one of worry.

"It is serious. And I didn't tell you earlier because I was afraid of how you'd react." your heart started beating fast. "I got into my uni of choice."

"Bunny! You did?" he smiled wide. "Why didn't you tell me that? You know I support you and I'm proud of you."

"I know. It's just that... I'm leaving and I don't know when I'll be back." you said. "We talked about this briefly before but... I don't want to stay in the village. There is nothing for me here, I mean career wise. Meanwhile... You decided to work with your father and build your life here."

Hyunjin's smile dropped.

"What are you saying?" his voice sounded strained.

"Are we... Are we breaking up?" he asked, tears forming in his eyes.

"No. No. I don't want to. I don't know." you bit your lip and looked away from him.

"Y/n. Please, don't do this. I've known no one but you my whole life. You're the one I love and the one I promised forever to. We even talked about building a life together, getting married, having kids."

"I know, I know. You're my first love, Jinnie. And those were all nice daydreams but there comes a time when you need to grow up."

"Daydreams? Bunny. Those were plans." his bottom lip trembled and he frowned. "This really sounds like you're breaking up with me."

"No, no." tears started spilling down your cheeks when you saw the hurt in his eyes and realized how harsh your words sounded. "Just... I'm confused. I don't know what to do." you put your hands over your face, a sob escaping your lips.

Hyunjin's eyes softened and he put his hand on your upper back, gently caressing you.

"Hey, look. I know you're scared now, this is a big change. But, we'll figure it out together. You go finish your studies, do what you always wanted to. But please don't throw away what we have. I'll always wait for you, I'll wait until you come visit or I can visit you. We can call each other, we don't have to grow apart in order for you to grow."

"I guess not." his words hit you hard as you looked up at him.

"Don't cry, baby. I love you and I'm so happy for you. I'm so proud of my little bunny." he talked, wiping your tears away.

"Jinnie. I love you too." you clutched onto his shirt and cried into his chest.

Oh, how you were going to miss him.

Present time

But after you left, you never even contacted him.

You knew how cruel that was but you thought it was for the best. If you were going to build a life in the city and he was going to stay behind in the village, it was better off like this.

Childhood crushes and high school sweethearts don't always last, do they?

But, your heart hurt so badly every day you were away from Hyunjin. You wanted to forget him, stop loving him but you couldn't no matter how hard you tried. Every time you thought you were ready to take off the couple necklace, your hands would stop functioning. You couldn't bring yourself to do that, the necklace felt as if it was a part of you and despite being away from Hyunjin you knew your heart would always belong to him.

With a sigh, you finished getting ready, wondering if he could really still love you after you'd hurt him like that.

Before you could come down, you heard voices under your window and you stalked towards it curiously. It was closed so you couldn't understand what they were saying but Hyunjin stood there with your grandpa, his back turned to you. You gasped a little, noticing then how his shoulders and upper back also got wider, the black shirt he wore almost ripping at the seams.

"Give me strength." you prayed to whoever was listening before you decided to stop hiding and finally made your way downstairs.

"Yes, I'll definitely ask Chan to help out with the fence, I think he won't be busy this weekend." Hyunjin said to your grandpa as they walked into the kitchen.

"Great! That's settled then!" grandpa clapped his hands with a satisfied smile. Hyunjin looked up at you then and stopped walking, giving you the elevator eyes.

"Good evening." he smirked a little.

"Evening." you said breathlessly and you grandma chuckled.

"Why are you two acting so formal?" grandpa asked as you sat down.

"Leave them be. They just encountered each other after a long time." nana scolded him and he gave a little shrug.

Hyunjin was sitting right across from you and you felt as if there was nowhere to hide. He kept looking at you curiously and you felt so awkward, trying to avoid his eyes as all of you started taking food out on the plates and eating.

Hyunjin couldn't calm his heart down. All the feelings that he carried inside of him every single day, from dawn to late night, were now amplified a thousand times. All those nights he had thought about you and seen you in his dreams couldn't compare to you actually being in front of him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, he missed you deeply. The love he always had for you never subsided, it only grew more even while you were apart.

Though, he knew that there were things the two of you needed to talk about, he decided not to think about the hurtful side of it, tossing it in the back of his mind as he continued to bask in your presence. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your hands, the way your brows creased when you asked a question to your nana, the way you looked up at him timidly only to look away, the way you nervously chewed on your bottom lip, the way that necklace he gave you laid on your skin, still there, as if you had never left, a sign that you perhaps still loved him as much as he loved you.

"So, how is the city treating ya?" Hyunjin asked you suddenly, eyes trained on you as they have been the entire evening.

"It's... okay." you answered but Hyunjin knew you were lying. He knew when you wore a fake smile and he knew the tone of your voice once you tried to convince yourself you're fine.

"Oh yeah? Got that job you always wanted, hm?" he asked and you looked up at him, trying to see if he was mocking you or resenting you but he looked genuinely curious.

"I did." you answered shortly, a knot forming in your stomach. "I got what I wanted." you forced another smile.

"I'm glad you did." he smiled and you felt the urge to cry again. You wondered what was wrong with you and shook your head, trying to will yourself to smile back at him.

"I always thought the two of you would get married." your nana chimed in, making you almost choke on a piece of bread. Hyunjin chuckled and looked at you.

"We're still young." he smirked a little and you started praying that the floor opens up and swallows you whole.

"You two remind me of us when we were younger." grandpa nodded with a smile.

No, you thought, please stop.

You were really going to start crying.

"Excuse me. I need some air." you stood up abruptly, the chair almost falling over behind you.

Hyunjin watched as you ran out of the front door and he stood up too, excusing himself and following you.

You stood on the porch, hugging yourself and sniffling.

"Y/n?" Hyunjin approached you cautiously. You quickly wiped your tears away with the sleeve of your cardigan before turning to look at him.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Sure." you nodded but he knew you were crying.

"You wanna take a walk?" Hyunjin asked, biting on his lip and you chuckled, shaking your head.

"Yeah, why not." you nodded, maybe it was time to stop avoiding him.

You didn't even discuss where you were going to go, you just started walking together in the same direction you always did while you grew up here. It was quiet for a while, only the song of the crickets filling up your ears, a few distant barks and the breeze rustling through the leaves.

"So, what have you been doing?" you asked, trying to break the ice. You couldn't believe you felt so awkward with someone you could talk to the easiest with, out of anyone in your entire life.

"Me? Oh, you know... Working around the farm. I repaired the entire house with some of my mates. It was in a really bad shape, if you remember. We re-did everything, even the roofing and the pipes. Repainted the entire place, changed the furniture... So, it's now like a new house. And I have horses and chickens. A garden. I mean, I work all day, help out others too." he chuckled. "My parents are in the city, they visit sometimes. But, mostly I'm here with Rina, she has been my best friend for three years now."

"Rina?" your stomach dropped instantly.

"Yes, that overprotective black dog that barked at you." Hyunjin smirked at your expression.

"Oh... That's Rina." you said absentmindedly, finally glancing at him.

Your heart stopped.

The necklace. He must've unbuttoned one more button while you were walking, making the other half of the heart visible under his collarbone. He never stopped wearing it either. Suddenly, your stomach filled up with butterflies.

"She's wary of strangers coming near me."

Ouch.

"Yeah." you turned away, the butterflies turning into a feeling of nausea.

"I mean, strangers to her." Hyunjin clarified, realizing how he sounded.

"Yeah, I understand." you gave him a smile you hoped looked real, because you were seconds away from crying. "You still paint?" you decided to change the subject.

"Oh yeah, all the time." he smiled. "Enough about me. What about you?"

"Me? I also work all day. In the office. It's... interesting, I guess. I bought an apartment recently, it's really modern." you talked, realizing how empty your words sounded then. You had no idea what to tell Hyunjin. He had all these projects and people who care about him, animals he cares for and his hobbies. Meanwhile, all you had was a job you ended up hating and no one to come home to.

"I travel a lot." you added, trying to fill up the silence. "For work but also for fun, with some of my coworkers. We went all the way to Bali last year. It was a fun trip, you know. Stuff like that."

"Sounds exhilarating." Hyunjin said, sounding anything but. "Anyone special in your life?"

Why did he ask that.

"No, nobody." you quickly answered.

Hyunjin was hoping you'd say that.

"Good. I mean- Me neither." he coughed awkwardly and stopped walking. You were about to ask why he stopped when you noticed where you were.

"Oh." you let out a chuckle, your face warming up.

You hadn't even realized you came to the only park in the village, and not just that, you were standing in front of your and Hyunjin's bench, where you used to sit after school, talking and kissing.

And well, you sat here on many evenings just like this one, making out. Your face started burning suddenly.

"Shall we sit?" Hyunjin asked and you nodded reluctantly as you felt like you were going to throw up from nerves. The two of you sat down, the silence stretching between you again.

"I-" Hyunjin opened his mouth, then closed them, repeating the action a few times, his brows furrowing and cheeks rosy, his hands gripping the edge of the bench like he was struggling to get his words out. You were almost swallowed by the nerves you felt in that moment, you were scared that he was going to tell you off, just what you deserve.

"I tried to find you." he let out a shaky exhale. "You covered up your tracks pretty well." he scoffed. "I mean, I got the message. You didn't want to see me ever again. And I'd be fine with that if only you gave me a reason, told me why you just disappeared from my life when you've been a part of it since forever. I thought for some time that you have completely abandoned me. But, somewhere deep in my soul I knew you'd be back one day, Y/n."

"Hyunjin..." your bottom lip trembled as your eyes watered. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I made a huge mistake. And I would totally understand if you hated me or resented me and never wanted to forgive me. Just know I felt bad the entire time and I still do." you were full on crying and feeling embarrassed, you looked away from Hyunjin.

"I could never hate you, little bunny." his voice sounded soft and you willed yourself to look at him while you wiped your tears away even though they kept coming. "And I forgave you a long time ago." he whispered. You noticed he was sitting closer to you and your body trembled.

"You did? Why?" you asked quietly.

"Because it's you." he answered simply and you felt annoyed, wanting to hear more. But, before you could ask Hyunjin stood up abruptly.

"Let's meet up tomorrow. Have a picnic like we always used to." he said and you stood up too.

You stared at him and kept thinking, could things go back to how they were before?

You felt as if there was something he wasn't telling you yet, there was no way he forgave you so easily for abandoning him.

"What do you say?" Hyunjin looked at you hopefully.

"Sure. Yeah." you nodded, your body swirling with feelings of confusion, excitement, nostalgia, happiness, sadness... You had no idea how to explain it.

"Great. I'll come to your house around 10am."

"Sounds good."

"Let me walk you home." he added, the two of you walking and talking about the village, who stayed and who moved, which new stores opened and all the other insignificant little things just to avoid the big elephant that needed to be addressed.

"I'll see you tomorrow, bunny." Hyunjin put his hands in his jeans pockets, trying to look nonchalant.

"See you." you hurried inside.

"And that smile?" your nana's voice scared you.

"Oh, nana! Ugh, nothing. I'm just going to see Hyunjin tomorrow." you answered quickly.

"Oh. Hyunjin." she smirked knowingly. "Well, have a good night." she winked before leaving to her room.

You hoped you were going to be able to sleep tonight.

You managed to sleep through the rooster's wake up call, opening your eyes just in time to get ready for your picnic date.

Was it a date? You had no idea what was going to happen but still you wore another pretty dress and put on your makeup. You decided to wear extra shiny lipgloss to make your lips stand out, hopefully get Hyunjin's attention. You felt giddy, like you were that same school girl meeting up her boyfriend, the love of her life.

"Oh, dear you look so pretty." your grandma noted when you came downstairs.

"Thank you, nana." you smiled.

"Are you gonna eat anything?"

"No, Hyunjin told me not to worry and that he'd bring everything."

"Okay, well have fun you two!" she winked at you and you kissed her cheek before skipping out of the house and towards the street where Hyunjin said he'd wait for you.

He wasn't there yet so you stood in place, shifting from foot to foot and wondering why he is late since he'd always been punctual. It was already almost 10:15 and you were beginning to think he had played a cruel joke on you. You were already tearing up at the thought of that but maybe you deserved it after the way you treated him.

You were about to turn around and leave but you heard heavy footsteps running towards you.

"Y/n! I'm so sorry for being late!" it was a breathless Hyunjin, leaning his palms against his knees as he scrunched his face up and tried to calm his heart. "I ran into Chan on the way and he needed help carrying some things, I couldn't say no." he swallowed, straightening up.

Just then you noticed the backpack on his shoulders and the thin sheen of sweat forming on his forehead, the tanktop was there again and your eyes followed all the veins popping out.

"Oh, it's okay." you shook your head, feeling stupid.

"Shall we?" he smiled and you nodded, letting him lead the way. His eyes lingered on your lips for a while as he bit on his, before starting to walk. It was clear to you where you were going, the tree was your picnic and stargazing spot for years.

"I saw you by the tree the other day." Hyunjin said, putting his backpack down and opening it.

"Oh? You did?" your heart climbed up your throat.

"Yeah." he smiled. " I thought I was hallucinating."

You chuckled, feeling the need to smack his arm like you always did when he made you laugh but you refrained from doing so.

"Nope, I'm here." you said, helping him put the blanket down.

"I'm glad you are." he said and the two of you sat down, Hyunjin taking everything that he had packed out; fruit salad, sandwiches, coffee. You didn't feel like you deserved this. You wanted to ask him so many things. Like why did he carve his name alone in the tree trunk, why did he seem so normal about all of this, why didn't he just yell at you, like any other person would after being hurt.

"Hyunjin?" you gulped, poking around the plastic container with the fruit. He gave you an unreadable look, his brows furrowing.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" he said and you chuckled nervously.

"Well, that's your name."

"Yeah but you always called me nicknames. Like Jinnie or Hyune. And other things." he looked at the field of flowers swaying in front of you.

You hadn't answered so he turned to look at you.

"Why aren't you yelling at me or cursing me out?" you asked and Hyunjin's eyes widened a little.

"Why would I do that?" he tilted his head.

"Because I promised I'd love you forever and I left. I didn't even come back for six years, I thought I was doing a good thing. That I'd be better off in the city and you'd be better off without me. That I'd be able to move on and forget you. I thought I'd never come back here but after what happened-" your shut your lips tightly, eyes watering. "After being disappointed with everything I thought I wanted in my life, I came back here and expected to see that you moved on or even gotten married. I expected you to hate me, yell at me, curse at me. But here we are, sitting under our tree, having a picnic like I never broke your heart and mine." you were now full on crying, your bottom lip trembling and hands shaking.

Hyunjin observed you with a wistful look in his eyes before smiling softly.

"You wanna know why I'm not yelling or cursing at you?" he said, leaning closer to you.

"W-why?" you stuttered, he got into your private space and even though he changed and grew, he still had that comforting scent of Hyunjin, the one that brought you so much comfort and nostalgia.

"Because of this." he reached towards you and gently gripped the pendant of your necklace between his fingertips. "You're still wearing our necklace. And that tells me everything I need to know. Bunny, I've known you my whole life, I've loved you my whole life. I knew you wouldn't be happy in the city and I knew you'd come back here to me one day. I know that because we were made for each other and because I could feel you inside me every day. I just knew our story wasn't over, it was just beginning."

You were at a loss of words, crying and sobbing as Hyunjin talked, feeling embarrassed and also like you wanted to roll down the hill from excitement. You wiped at your face, trying not to screw up the makeup you worked so hard on while letting his words settle inside your head.

"Oh my god, Hyunjin!" you shrieked suddenly, grabbing onto his arm on accident.

"Y/n." he laughed as you kept squealing and gripping at his bicep while a little bee flew around your body. "It's just a bee, don't be scared."

"Please, make it go away." you whined.

"What can I do, a bee found a pretty flower." Hyunjin smirked at you then and you looked up at him with your eyes squinted before slapping his arm. The loud sound made you jolt a little and you looked down at the muscle, something fluttering inside you. Your cheeks warmed up instantly. Hyunjin smirked, his other hand cupping your jaw gently as he made you look at him.

"You didn't break your promise, doll. You still love me." he smiled.

"I do." you confessed quietly and his eyes sparkled a little as he leaned in closer. His eyes fluttered, his cheeks became rosy and his warm breath caressed your lips. You jolted away suddenly, afraid and you had no idea why.

"I'm sorry!" you said quickly, placing your palm over your heart. Hyunjin looked a little confused, his fingers twitching as his hands longed to comfort you in any way they could.

"I got nervous." you said and Hyunjin laughed.

"Don't laugh at me!" you whined with a pout, kicking your feet a little and that made him laugh even harder. "Stop it." you crossed your arms over your chest with a little huff escaping your lips.

"You're just so cute, bunny." how many times has he told you that and it still made your heart flutter. "It's okay. I waited for you for six years, I can wait a little more."

"I just didn't expect things to go like this." you swallowed and Hyunjin scooted closer to you, tentatively touching your fingertips with his. That was enough for you to feel the electricity running through your body.

"I understand. We'll fall back into us in no time."

"You think so?" you asked, inching closer to him, your fingers now playing with his.

"I know so." he smiled confidently. "Just have to ask one question."

"Anything." you nodded.

"Are you back for good or just the anniversary?"

You looked down and took in a deep breath.

"Please don't tell this to my grandparents yet. But I am back for good. I quit my job and sold my apartment, I didn't tell them anything because I am just waiting for the right moment." your voice trembled.

"Didn't something happen?" Hyunjin asked, leaning down to look at your face.

"Just... People were disgusting. The job was depressing. The apartment was cold. The city was lonely. And maybe a part of me hoped you'd be here waiting for me no matter how selfish that is. Because, I don't think I could ever stop loving you, Jinnie. Even if someone wiped away my entire memory I would still have you engraved inside my heart."

"Bunny." Hyunjin cupped your cheeks. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything. I'm sad you went through all of that but it brought you back here, didn't it?"

You nodded.

"And I am glad it did." he leaned in again.

"Ack! The bee!" you squealed as the little creature came back to buzzing around you.

"Silly." Hyunjin chuckled under his breath, 'shielding' you from the scary bee.

You felt as if a stone has been lifted off of your heart as the two of you continued catching up and reminiscing of the good old days. Hours passed by so quickly that you almost didn't realize it was lunch time.

"Nana is expecting me at home for lunch. Do you wanna join us?" you asked with a timid smile.

"I'd love to but Chan invited me to his house for lunch today. We'll come to you tomorrow, he is also excited to see you again, you know that you were always like a little sister to him."

"Oh, I'm excited to see him too." you chuckled.

You couldn't believe that everyone has welcomed you with open arms after you left like that and you were still trying to come to terms that you won't be going back to the city ever again.

When Hyunjin said him and Chan would come around to help your grandpa repair the fence out back, you totally forgot about the fact that Hyunjin would be in a sleeveless top, flexing his muscles and wiping away his sweat constantly. Summer was knocking at the door and the sun was high in the sky. You wore the red dress from the first day, the one Hyunjin stared at so intently when you stood outside of his house. When Chan saw you he made a funny squealing noise, running up to you and picking you up as if you were paper doll, spinning you around as you screamed at him to put you down.

"Aww little Y/n is back!" he pinched your cheeks and you smacked his hands away with a pout.

"I'm only three years younger than you, bro." you emphasized and he laughed.

"I'm glad to see you here. I was beginning to think our Hyunjinnie would die alone." he smirked and Hyunjin punched his side with his fist mumbling a 'shut up or else' and you let out a laugh.

"Congrats on getting married, old man." you smirked and Hyunjin was glad you teased Chan back, a snicker escaping his lips.

"Didn't you say a moment ago it was only three years difference?" he smirked back and you exhaled, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Enough chit-chat. Time to work, boys." you chuckled, sitting at the table your granparents put in the backyard. It was placed under a tree that gave a good shade to it, so it wasn't as hot as it would be but for you it felt like you were enveloped by the sun itself.

Hyunjin was working in the sunlight, his soft skin glistening with sweat almost making him look ethereal and unreal. His muscles were flexing constantly as he moved and lifted stuff up, the veins popping out and now visible everywhere on his arms, hands and even his neck. You were feeling very hot and bothered, feeling like you couldn't breathe properly as your legs pressed together. He glanced at you a few times and you saw the little smirk on his face.

He was provoking you on purpose, the little tease.

Two can play this game, you thought and got up, entering the house so you could find a little towel. You took that time to put on more lipgloss and adjust your dress so your cleavage was more visible.

"There." you nodded to yourself with a smirk before walking back outside and straight towards Hyunjin.

"It's hot, isn't it?" your voice sounded sweet, dripping with honey as you hovered over him where he kneeled, working on the fence. He looked up at you, covering his forehead with his hand so the sun doesn't get into his eyes. His mouth went dry instantly, your bare thighs were right in front of his eyes and your chest on display as you leaned over him.

"Hot. Yes." he managed to say.

"Let me help you with that, Jinnie." you smirked, leaning down a little more as you started gently patting at his forehead, wiping the sweat off and he just sat there breathing heavily as you kept going lower, patting his neck now, noticing how he leaned into your touch, how his eyes fluttered and his breath hitched.

"Better?" you moved away suddenly and he snapped from his trance.

"Y-Yeah."

"Thirsty?" you asked, louder so Chan hears it too.

"Yes!" Chan yelled, his back turned to you thankfully.

You smirked as Hyunjin gulped, staring after you as you turned around towards the house to make some lemonade for the boys. Hyunjin couldn't stop staring at you when they took a break, munching on some cookies your nana made and drinking the fresh lemonade. His eyes fixated on your shiny lips and he longed to taste you once again. Chan kept yapping about his wife and farm enthusiastically and you kept nodding and chuckling all the while Hyunjin didn't even hear a word that came out of Chan's mouth.

It was almost sundown when the boys were done and nana invited them to stay over for dinner, ushering them both to first wash their hands thoroughly before touching any food. The atmosphere was warm and homely, a happy feeling swelling inside your chest. You were home, where you were always supposed to be, where you belonged, with Hyunjin.

"I'll be right back." you stood up after dinner, running upstairs to fix your makeup.

Hyunjin waited for a moment before he followed you to your room. You walked out of the bathroom when he appeared on the doorway, leaning there with a fond smile on his face.

"It looks like a time capsule in here." he looked around in wonder, taking a tentative step inside.

"You haven't been up here?" you asked, eyebrows raised as he looked around, taking in all the memories you two had created together.

"No, your grandparents kept it closed. There was no need for me to be here." Hyunjin's eyes lit up when he looked at your bed. "Jinnie! You kept him!" he pointed to your teddy bear, walking in and picking it up.

"Of course I did. I kept everything."

"Even those cute diaries?" Hyunjin smirked. "Dear diary, today Jinnie and I held hands for the first time as boyfriend and girlfriend. Everyone saw us walking to school together-"

"Shut up!" you squealed, ripping the teddy away from him and smacking him with it multiple times as he laughed at your red cheeks.

"What? It was cute." he giggled, slinking away from your attack.

"It's embarrassing. Even more because you still remember what I wrote. Are you sure you haven't been up here?" you teased, putting Jinnie back on the bed and walking to your table.

"I haven't since the last time we were here together." Hyunjin was behind you suddenly, his voice low as his lips brushed against your ear. You gasped, remembering the last night you spent here with him, on top of him as he guided your hips against his slowly, wanting to make it last as long as possible so you never forget how he feels.

"Right." you turned abruptly, the back of your thighs colliding with the table as he hovered over you, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body.

He smelled so good even after working in the sun almost all day and his skin looked like it needed to be touched, kissed, bitten. A zap of electricity ran through your body as Hyunjin leaned in even closer, his breath mingling with yours. Your eyes fluttered shut and then-

"Come to the lake with me tomorrow afternoon." his lips almost brushed against yours before he leaned away, leaving you frustrated.

"What?" you were lost momentarily.

"The lake. Let's meet there." he said and straightened up.

"Sure." you said and he smirked devilishly.

Just what was he planning now?

"Well, I gotta go home make sure Rina has her dinner and walk. See you tomorrow, doll."

With that, he left your room, his scent lingering all around you, making you want to roll in it and have him close. You couldn't wait for tomorrow.

-

The lake wasn't too far away from your house either, only a 15 minute walk full of chatter and laughter. Your bare arm brushed against Hyunjin's a few times, making you feel like your skin burned whenever it touched his. It almost felt as if everything was going back to normal, like it was before but at the same time you couldn't ignore the things that had changed about Hyunjin.

It was clear; he was no longer a boy, he was a man.

The way he carried himself and the way he spoke was more confident and masculine than that shy awkward Jinnie that tripped over his feet and his words, his cheeks constantly red in your presence. But the way he looked at you full of adoration, that had never changed.

"What made you cut your hair?" you asked as the two of you approached the lake. Hyunjin's hand instanly ran over his head as he laughed.

"It's kinda hard to work with all that hair flying everywhere. It was a nuisance, really. And... You seemed to like it a lot, you always played with it, braided it... But when you left, I figured there was no point in keeping it so I shaved it off."

"Oh." you sighed.

"You don't like it?" he asked cutely, the two of you stopping near the lake.

"No, no, I do. It looks very manly." you said, your cheeks burning up. You didn't say how you thought it accentuated all his beautiful, sharp features, his jawline and his neck that was so enticing to you.

"It does, hm?" he smirked, leaning in closer.

"Yeah." you leaned back a little, your stomach doing flips.

Hyunjin snickered and leaned away with a smirk.

"I have a dare for you." he said and you raised your eyebrow at him.

Hyunjin looked around before smirking at you again, getting into your personal space.

"I dare you to swim naked with me." he said and you almost stopped functioning.

"What? Are you crazy?" you punched his arm but it was more just a tap to him as he didn't even budge, chuckling at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. God, his arms.

"It's not like I haven't seen it all anyways." he said and you gasped.

"Oh my god." you looked away from him, your heart beating hard. "Okay, but only if we leave our underwear on."

"Alright, deal." he smirked and took his shirt off, tossing it aside.

You shrieked, turning away from him because you weren't sure if your heart could take it. Hyunjin laughed, getting rid of his pants without a care in the world.

"Don't get shy, you saw it all." he said and you took a deep breath in before looking back at him.

It's all yours, Hyunjin thought but bit his tongue.

Your eyes went wide and your lips parted in a gasp. Hyunjin was always lean and athletic, but now he was even more chiseled, his thighs were more muscular too, all the little tattoos he had hidden were now visible to you. And the worse thing was that you could see the bulge in his boxers so you averted your eyes, feeling like you might've stopped breathing for a second or two.

"Your turn." he nodded at you with a knowing smirk and you scrambled to take off your dress, feeling embarrassed for some reason. You didn't wear any flashy underwear, just regular black panties and a matching bra that only had a few lacy flowers at the top. It was enough to make Hyunjin drool.

"Beautiful." he muttered quietly, it was your body that he knew very well, the one he mapped out with caresses and kisses, your skin that he marked with his teeth, you who he held in his arms countless times.

"What did you say?" you didn't hear him, shivering a little despite the sun still being up.

"Nothing." he smiled. "Let's get in the water."

You nodded and followed him as he got into the water first, hissing at the coldness before he reached his hands towards you to help you get in.

"Is it very cold?" you asked and he chuckled.

"We swam here multiple times, you know how cold the water is. Just get in, we'll warm up." he encouraged you.

"Fine." you rolled your eyes in fake annoyance as you grabbed onto his hands, warmth filling you up from the simple touch, even though the water was almost freezing cold.

"Motherfucker!" you hissed when it touched your stomach and Hyunjin laughed, dipping in and splashing you a little.

"Don't." you warned but it was to no avail, Hyunjin had that familiar mischievous look on his face, eyes sparkly and dimples showing as he lifted his hands and splashed you harder.

"Hyune!" you shrieked and returned the favor, splashing him back.

"Ah!" he screamed out, followed by a series of giggles as he shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face. "I'll get you for that." he added, swimming towards you.

Another squeal left your lips as you dipped in and started swimming away, Hyunjin's laughter ringing behind you. How you missed the sound of that. Just as you thought you got away from him, you felt his hands grabbing at your waist as he pulled you closer to him, the water splashing loudly as you flailed your arms and screamed, giggling. His strong arms wrapped around your middle and he pulled you flush against his body, skin against skin and you melted, grabbing onto his hands and resting your palms over them.

"I missed you like crazy." his lips brushed against the side of your neck. "You have no idea just how much." they pressed gently into your skin.

"I missed you too." your voice came out breathy as Hyunjin kissed the droplets of water rolling down your neck.

"Yeah? Show me how much." he turned you around so quickly that you gasped and grabbed onto his shoulders.

You wanted to say something, anything but you were already too far gone so you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his around your waist and pulled you into him. It was as if every atom of your being craved to be close to him, starved for years and now finally feeding the hunger and need you had for Hyunjin.

No matter how many time Hyunjin held you, it always made your stomach flip and it was no different now. You felt how hard his heart was beating against his chest and his eyes darkened just a little as he observed you. Your hand touched the back of his head, fingertips pressing against the soft, fuzzy buzzcut. His eyes fluttered and he leaned in, the tip of his nose brushing yours gently before his lips touched yours.

Everything came back. The first time you saw Hyunjin shyly smiling at you when you were five, the times you did your homework together after class only to end up playing instead of learning, the times you walked through the entire village, like it was all yours, the park, the lake, the street, the tree. The first kiss you shared that was timid and awkward but still sweet because it was with him, the times he held you close, loving you, deep inside you and wrapped around you, all the time he was there for you, holding your hand, wiping your tears away, making plans of the future he wanted to share with you. It was your Jinnie.

The only man you ever loved.

"Bunny, what's wrong?" you didn't even realize you were crying and Hyunjin cupped your face gently with his cold hands.

"I love you." you said, lifting the last of the weight. Hyunjin's body trembled against you.

"I love you." he whispered on your lips, kissing you harder as you pressed as close as you could to each other.

"You really don't resent me for leaving?" you asked when you parted for air.

"No, bunny, I know you just wanted to finish your studies, try your hand at a career like that. I mean, you could've done all that with me by your side even if it was a long distance relationship. You know I would support you. But, I get it. You thought you'd never come back here and that I would never leave."

"Hyunjin, I'm sorry." you cried again. "I don't deserve you."

"Shh, yes you do. Yes you do, bunny. You know me better than anyone, you were there for me always whenever I was going through a hard time."

"I wasn't there for the last six years."

"You're here now." Hyunjin kissed you again in an attempt to soothe you and distract you and it was working as you melted against his lips, soon forgetting about everything that was bothering you as the world disappeared like it always did with him.

Hyunjin's tongue collided with yours, the familiar taste of him waking up all of your senses as he gripped you harder and kissed you like his entire life depended on it.

"Bunny." he smiled, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Jinnie." you whispered and he pecked your lips once more before swimming backwards with a smirk.

"Catch me!" Hyunjin teased, swimming faster and you let out a noise of protest, knowing you weren't gonna be able to. "Catch me or you lose your dress!"

"What?!" you shrieked as he laughed, swimming towards the shore and quickly grabbing onto the stones.

"Hyunjin, don't you dare!" you yelled when he got out of the water, almost slipping as he laughed and ran to grab all your clothes.

You swam quicker, almost getting to the shore as he snickered and bolted away with your dress and his clothes.

"Hyunjin!" you yelled, struggling to get out of the water as the sound of his laughter drifted further away.

"Bastard." you muttered when you managed to climb out of the water, shivering as the sun was about to go down. There was no way he left you here without anything, especially when the sky was darkening quickly.

"Hyunjin, this isn't funny!" you yelled, taking a few steps forward, realizing he even grabbed your sandals. You cursed under your breath, looking around when suddenly-

"Boo!" Hyunjin sneaked behind you, scaring you out of your wits.

"You bastard!" you whined and he just laughed, reaching your dress towards you. And he was already dressed, the tease.

You were about to snatch it when he lifted his arm, holding it out of your reach. Maybe some things haven't changed like the way Hyunjin would always test your patience, claiming you were so adorable when you were annoyed.

"Ugh!" you jumped up to grab it but he moved it, giggling as he looked down at you.

"Hyunjin, give me my dress." you slapped his chest as he kept laughing and moving the dress away.

"I think you look prettier like this." he looked down at your chest and you gasped, covering yourself up.

"I'm cold, Hyunjin." you said and he shook his head.

"Here." he put the dress in front of your face and you eyed him for a moment before finally grabbing it and putting it on. He gave you your shoes and you put them on quickly as the sun almost set. Your bodies were still wet and putting the clothes over them made it worse.

"I'm really cold." you said and Hyunjin pulled you into his side as he led you back towards your house.

"You should come see how I repaired and decorated the place. Meet Rina too." Hyunjin smiled, rubbing your arm in an attempt to warm you up at least a little.

"Some other day, what I need right now is a warm bath." you sighed.

"I have a bath." Hyunjin smirked.

"I'm sure you do." you lifted one eyebrow at him as he kept chuckling.

As you made your way to your house, you felt so giddy, almost as if no distance ever existed between Hyunjin and you.

"I'll see you tomorrow at the anniversary dinner." you smiled as you arrived in front of the gate.

"Mhm." he smirked, holding your hands and staring into your eyes. You stood on your tippy-toes, pouting at him and he chuckled, leaning down as he grabbed your face gently and kissed you slowly like he was savoring the moment. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you pulled him in, your bodies heating up against one another.

"Good night, Jinnie." you whispered, pecking him again.

"Night, bunny. Dream about me." Hyunjin smirked, kissing the corner of your lips.

There was no way you were even sleeping tonight.

-

"Good morning!" you practically glided into the kitchen, seeing both your grandparents there.

"Look at you, I'm guessing it went well with Hyunjin, huh?" nana smiled.

"Oh, it did." you said and your grandparents just exchanged knowing looks but decides not to pry. You were walking on cloud 9 all day and you couldn't wait to see Hyunjin again.

You took extra time to do your hair and makeup and wear a nice black dress with heels for tonight, hoping to make Hyunjin's knees buckle just as he made you feel weak. Half of the village was invited to the anniversary dinner and you were so estatic to see all the people you haven't seen for years again and catch up with them. You were pulled left and right, everyone was equally as excited to talk to you, your old neighbors and friends were glad to have you back. Hyunjin arrived a little later and your heart almost leaped out of your chest when he walked in.

"Hey there, little bunny." he smirked, leaning in closer to you as his lips brushed against your cheek.

"Hey, Jinnie." you let out a giggle as your body heated up from the simplest touch.

"You look stunning." he gently grabbed your hand and gave you the elevator eyes.

"You look handsome." you returned the compliment and he squeezed your hand.

"Yeah?" he teased and you rolled your eyes playfully, pushing him away a little.

The dinner went smoothly, everyone was talking and having fun, the food was delicious as always which is something you missed in the city, and after the biggest toast to your grandparents' love and devotion, came more toasts and the glasses were never empty. You were a lightweight so you didn't drink too much, two and a half glasses were enough for you to feel the pleasant warm buzz inside your body. Hyunjin on the other hand, kept drinking with Chan and some of his other friends, his laughter echoing in the room and his face completely red. How much did he have?, you wondered since you knew he could drink a lot more than you before becoming like this.

After dinner, some of the neighbors left home, leaving only a few of you sitting together in the patio out back. Hyunjin slid next to you on the swinging bench with a dumb smile on his face, his dimples visible and his eyes almost disappearing.

"Hey there pretty girl." he giggled, leaning his cheek on your shoulder and pulling you close to him quickly, startling you a little from the suddenness of the movement.

"Jinnie, you're drunk." you let out a laugh as he whined and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"Drunk or not, you're always pretty to me." he smiled against your skin, pressing his lips into your neck and kissing you gently.

"My grandparents are there at the table." you chuckled, trying to pry him off of you as your cheeks burned.

"Did you tell them you're staying here with me forever?" Hyunjin leaned back a little and looked up at you with a cute, hopeful expression on his face. Your heart skipped a beat as you wrapped your arms around him and he leaned against your chest.

"I'll tell them soon." you whispered and he rubbed his cheek against you.

"Mm." he sighed, closing his eyes and getting even closer to you, draping his leg over you and trapping you there with him.

"Hyunjin?" you chuckled after a few moments, caressing the back of his head but there was no answer. "Are you sleeping?" you looked down and sure enough, your Jinnie was fast asleep on you, his face smushed against your breast.

"Poor soul." Lino, one of your high school friends came up to you together with Chan.

"I think he is right where he wants to be." Chan smirked and you really wanted to kick his shin but Hyunjin's leg was blocking your movement.

"Please help me take him upstairs, I don't want him to go home like this." you asked and even though they wanted to tease the both of you, they decided to help. Hyunjin blinked confusedly when Chan shook him lightly.

"Hyunjinnie. We have to go inside." he told him.

"Noooo!" Hyunjin wailed dramatically and gripped you tighter.

"You can sleep upstairs in my bed." you said and immediately he lit up.

"I can?" Hyunjin smiled cutely and you nodded.

He started babbling about how happy he was as Lino and Chan lifted him and helped him get upstairs before they bid you good night and left with teasing smirks on their faces. Hyunjin sobered up enough to brush his teeth before he started throwing his clothes off like they were the biggest nuisance in the world. You just finished getting ready for bed, wearing your favorite nightgown when you walked back into your room and saw Hyunjin almost naked, in the process of taking his pants off. He hopped on one leg cursing and looking like a major klutz as he almost fell down while you observed him and giggled.

"Fuck this!" he whined, throwing himself on your bed and letting out an exhale.

"Need some help?" you walked closer to the bed and Hyunjin smirked at you.

"Please." he nodded.

You managed to slide his pants off, putting them aside before Hyunjin wrapped his legs around you and pulled you towards him, making you lose balance and fall on top of him.

"Jinnie!" you gasped and he chuckled, brushing your hair behind your ears.

"Being in this room with you is like you never left." he whispered and before you could even answer, he flipped you over so now your body was caged under his. Your breath got caught in your throat as you blinked up at him. "This bed, where I made you mine for the first time. Brings back so many memories." he added with a smirk, his plush lips on yours instanly. You let out a little sound of protest because you definitely did not want your first time after being back to the village to be when you're both tipsy.

"Wait, wait." you stopped him, your hands planted on his chest and you were trying to ignore how his muscles felt under your palms.

"What's wrong, bunny?" Hyunjin asked, lips ghosting over your jaw.

"I- I don't wanna do it like this, I want us both to be completely present and sober. I think we should go to sleep now." you said and Hyunjin smirked once again, his big hands on your waist, caressing you as he kissed your cheeks.

"Sleep, hm?" he teased, his hands ghosting over your body but not touching you exactly how you wanted him. Goosebumps rose on your skin as your eyes fluttered and you gripped onto his arms. "As you wish, doll." Hyunjin smirked and rolled off of you, getting comfy on your small bed. You forgot just how small it was, whenever he would secretly sleep over you were both cramped up in the bed and it usually ended with you lying on top of his body as he held you.

Hyunjin grabbed your teddy and wrapped his arms around it as he smirked at you sleepily.

"Give Jinnie to me." you demanded and he chuckled.

"No." Hyunjin shook his head. "You come here to us." he beckoned you with his arm and you gulped, hesitating for a moment and just looking at Hyunjin sprawled on your bed in nothing but his boxers. It was truly a sight for sore eyes and you couldn't get over the fact that he has gotten even hotter than he was six years ago. You let out a sigh and laid down in his arms, your head on his chest and your ear pressed against his heart that was beating erratically.

"Good night, Jinnie." you whispered after you managed to relax and melt into him, telling yourself that no matter how much time has passed and what he looked like now, he was still your Hyunjin.

You stirred in your bed, the weight and warmth of Hyunjin's body was gone and for a second you thought last night was just a dream but when you opened your eyes and looked to your right, you saw a small makeshift flower bouquet placed in Jinnie's paw and a note next to it. A smile spread on your face as you rolled over on your tummy and grabbed the note.

'Good morning, beautiful. Come to my house around lunch time.'

There was little hearts drawn at the end and Hyunjin's name scribbled down. You squealed in happiness, hugging Jinnie and pressing your face into the teddy, inhaling Hyunjin's scent that stayed everywhere on your bed and made you feel crazy.

You had an extra pep in your step when you came downstairs, trying to find your grandparents so you could tell them you're planning on staying. After searching around the kitchen and living room, you finally spotted them sitting in the backyard, talking and laughing as they enjoyed a warm cup of coffee. You smiled, observing them for a moment and remembering all the times you thought about Hyunjin and you spending the rest of your life together like them and it made your heart flutter.

"Good morning." you walked over to them and they greeted you with a smile.

"Sit with us, honey." nana said, pouring you a cup of coffee and giving you some cookies.

"Slept well?" she teased you and your face started burning immediately.

"Yes." you chuckled. "Um. I have to tell you both something."

"What is it?" grandpa asked and you took a deep breath in, explaining to them how unhappy you actually were in the city, how hard it was for you and how alone you felt. You told them about the multiple times you wanted to drop everything and come back to the village but something always stopped you from throwing away everything you worked so hard for, and then you explained how you quit your job after having to compete for a higher position but the girl you were competing with was bullying you and slept with your boss, which made her get the promotion you broke your back over just with your work. That was your last straw and you just couldn't stay there anymore.

By the time you finished explaining all of it both you and your nana were crying.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything before and made you think I was just visiting but I had no idea if you'd be willing to let me come back here for good." you sobbed.

"What are you talking about Y/n? Of course you can always come back here, this is your home. And we both missed you so much, right?" nana looked at your grandpa and he nodded in agreement. "That's right, we are so happy to have you here." he added and you felt the last stone lifting from your heart, relief washing over you that now everything has been clarified. You were back home and you were never leaving again.

-

Around lunch time, you were ready and buzzing, finally you were going to Hyunjin's house. As you approached it, Rina ran towards the fence, barking at you which caught Hyunjin's attention and he came out of the house, wearing an apron and a tanktop, making your mind dizzy. You were sure he was doing this on purpose to mess with you cause he knew very well how much power he had over you.

"Easy girl." he cooed at the dog, coming closer to the two of you and petting her black fur as she looked at him and sat, panting happily upon getting caressed. "This is Y/n, she's not dangerous." he stated as you walked into the yard and approached Rina cautiously.

"Well, maybe for my heart but that's a different thing." Hyunjin smirked and your cheeks reddened as you looked away from his mischievous smile. Rina barked at you but her tail was wagging as she approached you and started sniffing you before jumping on you and almost pushing you down.

"Oh my god!" you chuckled, petting the dog as she hopped around you happily, barking and running from you to Hyunjin and then back to you.

"She loves you." Hyunjin smiled as he observed the two of you.

"She's just the sweetest." you said.

"And very protective over me." Hyunjin smirked and you rolled your eyes playfully at him. "Let me show you around." he added and you nodded, Rina following behind the two of you. It was still the same house and garden but you could see how much work Hyunjin put in it. The flower garden was more than beautiful, the rest of the garden was full of different vegetables Hyunjin was growing and he even had his own lemon tree. You could see the entire house has been repainted, the windows changed and even the stable with horses was repaired. "How do you maintain all of this alone?" you wondered as Hyunjin took you through the stables where he had three horses and out towards the chicken coop.

"I work all day." Hyunjin shrugged. "Besides, Chan and Lino help me sometimes. And some of our other neighbors too. I mean I typically wake up around 5am and go to bed around 10pm, sometimes 11." he explained and you admired his work ethic and his persistence.

"That's amazing. You're so hardworking and resilient." you praised him and his cheeks got rosy. You knew how Hyunjin always enjoyed getting compliments, especially when he did something right and especially when they came from you.

"It's definitely hard sometimes and I wish I had someone here with whom I can split the work up with." he gave you a look and it was your turn to become red.

"Thank you for the flowers." you said as you neared the chickens.

"That was the least I could give you. Sorry for getting drunk at your grandparents' anniversary dinner." he chuckled and you shook your head.

"You're fine, don't worry." you waved your hand.

While you were talking, a curious chicken came closer and gave you a startle, making you jump a little and grab onto Hyunjin's arm as you shrieked. Hyunjin burst out into laughter and you frowned at him.

"It's not funny!"

"It so is. That's literally just a chicken, Y/n." Hyunjin kept chuckling.

"A chicken that is out to get me!" you shrieked again as the said chicken kept walking towards you menacingly. "Ah!" you screamed as the chicken sped up towards you and you jumped back, scaring half of the other chickens and making Rina bark. One wrong move and you slipped, falling down into the muddy soil, the pretty white dress you put on now completely ruined. Rina ran to you and barked, wagging her tail as the chicken gave up and went on her merry way like this was her plan the entire time. Hyunjin stared at you in shock before he started laughing so hard that his face became red and he doubled over, gripping his stomach. You really wanted the earth to open up this time and pull you down so far so you never embarrass yourself in front of Hyunjin again.

"Stop laughing at me." you pouted, your eyes welling up with tears as you were planted on your knees and palms.

"I'm sorry, but that was just too funny." Hyunjin came closer to you and you looked up at him, trying to look as mad as you could but the tears in your eyes softened Hyunjin up. "Come here." he cooed at you, grabbing your arms gently and helping you lift up.

"My dress is ruined." you couldn't help the tears that started sliding down your cheeks.

"Don't cry bunny, you can shower here and I'll give you something to wear, hm?" Hyunjin touched your cheek, tenderly wiping your tears away with his thumb. You hiccuped and nodded and he chuckled at your cuteness, grabbing your face and leaning in to peck your lips.

He led you into the house and despite feeling embarrassed and sad that your pretty dress was ruined, you still felt shocked when you walked in. The house that was like your second home here looked completely different than it did while you were growing up here. Your wide eyes wondered everywhere, not only was it repaired and repainted, the furniture was new and rearranged differently and there was art everywhere that you presumed was probably Hyunjin's. Everything was so neat and pretty, his house seemed so warm and cozy, a place you could see yourself spending time in with him.

"What do you think?" Hyunjin chewed on his lip, looking at you cutely with wide sparkly eyes.

"Hyune, it's beautiful! I love what you did with it. Somehow, it seems more spacious and like there's more light coming in." you said and he giggled.

"Yes, I wanted to make use of natural light as much as I could." he led you upstairs to his bathroom. "Here, you can shower and I'll make some lunch for us." he added and you nodded as you kept marvelling at everything he did with the space. Hyunjin found a shirt that was oversized even on him so it would definitely be like a dress for you.

"Here." he gave you the shirt and smirked. "Need help?" he added as he motioned towards the shower.

"I think I can handle it." you giggled and Hyunjin gave you a kiss before leaving to the kitchen. You took in the state of yourself in the mirror, cursing quietly when you saw just how much mud you were covered up in. You slowly peeled off the dress and then your underwear, before stepping into the shower. You managed to wash off the mud pretty quickly, replaying the entire scene in your head and feeling more and more embarrassed the more you thought of it.

After drying off and putting your underwear back on, you grabbed Hyunjin's shirt and your gut stirred at the smell of him. You put it on, the fabric soft against your smooth skin and you melted into it, hugging yourself with a smile on your face. This was not the first time you wore his clothes and you missed the feeling of it, your mind wandering back to the nights you spent in his embrace, stealing his shirt after which would make him even more crazy for you.

You finally went downstairs, feeling a little shy as you pulled the shirt down even though Hyunjin had already seen everything before and even saw you in your underwear at the lake. When you walked into the kitchen, he was whistling to the music playing in the background while stirring at the stove. He looked up at you and his lips parted, eyes darkening instantly. "Bunny..." he let out a breath and walked closer to you. Your heart started pounding in your ears as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his body, his lips on yours instantly. You kissed back, gripping at him before you felt something nudging your leg. The two of you parted and saw Rina, wagging her tail happily and pushing her head into your body.

"She wants attention." you started petting her immediately. "Reminds me of someone." you teased and Hyunjin gasped, dramatically placing his hand on his chest.

"Comparing me to a dog, huh?" he shook his head with a smile as you shrugged. "You look so good in my shirt, doll." Hyunjin bit on his lip and your face burned. You thanked him sheepishly, making him chuckle before he went back to cooking and you joined him, helping him out and feeling so domestic, and like you were right where you belonged.

The lunch was delicious and the mud mishap was soon forgotten as Hyunjin gave you a full tour of the house, ending in his room where he showed you his favorite paintings and sketchbooks that were unsurprisingly full of you. You were flipping through one of them when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his body, his lips on your neck. You gasped, your hands shaking and making you drop the sketchbook on the floor as Hyunjin gently kissed your skin. "Jinnie..." you exhaled when his tongue darted out to lick at you before he sunk his teeth in. You tilted your head, completely melting against him as your entire body started burning up.

"I craved you so much." Hyunjin nipped at your shoulder and you squeezed his hands.

"Me too." you whispered before turning in his arms and grabbing his face as you smashed your lips against his. Nothing mattered but him in that moment, the two of you had a hunger that could only be satiated with each other. Your kiss was harsh and sloppy, your teeth clashing and hands grabbing everywhere but neither of you cared.

You felt the fire inside you burning up and spreading all the way to the tips of your fingers that grazed Hyunjin's skin. You needed him more than ever and being with him here made you realize that you had no idea how you managed to live all these years without him.

"Bunny, I can't... I want to worship you and take my time with you so badly, I want to kiss every inch of your skin and make love to you but I can't... I need to have you right now." he panted hard as he grabbed at your hips, leading you to the bed.

"Take me Hyunjin, please. I need you so much." you gripped his arms and Hyunjin let out a low growl before pushing you down onto the bed. It was as if he had no idea what to do first, staring at you sprawled under him for a moment before he put his hands on your thighs, squeezing the flesh.

Your legs parted, the shirt riding up and revealing the red lace panties you wore. "Damn doll, are you trying to kill me?"

"Maybe." you giggled and Hyunjin smirked at you before spreading your legs more and lowering his middle on top of yours. You gasped a little when you felt his length pressing and rubbing against you. He leaned in closer to your face, his arms caging you in.

"Can you feel what you do to me, bunny?" he moaned, rolling his hips against yours. You knew he wanted to tease you but his mind was far too gone for that. Hyunjin has waited for years for you to come back and to be in his arms, for him to taste you, feel you, kiss you, be inside you.

"Hyune... Please..." you were no better, your entire body was yearning for him, every fiber of your being screamed his name. Hyunjin couldn't wait, he leaned back and took off his shirt so you did the same, revealing that you didn't wear a bra.

"Naughty bunny." Hyunjin smirked, giving you a look and you grabbed his wrists gently, placing his palms on your chest. Hyunjin's eyes fluttered as he squeezed, thumbs swiping on your sensitive nipples. He cursed under his breath as he kept massaging your breasts and rubbing against you. You lifted your hips up to meet his, you needed to feel more of him. Your fingers hooked in his pants and you tugged so he lifted up a little to take them off. Hyunjin leaned down to kiss you, his tongue dominating yours as he slid your panties off, then his boxers before placing his hands on your thighs again and caressing them. His lips traveled down your neck to your collarbone then to your breasts, kissing and nipping at the flesh before he wrapped them against your nipple, sucking harshly as his fingertips pressed on your clit. A loud moan slipped your lips as you gripped his shoulders.

"Hyunjin." you moaned desperately, your body arching into him and he shushed you, his fingers sliding through your wet folds, separating them before he slowly pushed his finger in. It was a welcomed intrusion after not being with anyone for years, you haven't even dated after going to the city, you still felt like you belonged to Hyunjin and you thought about him every day so even the thought of letting someone else touch you was too much for you.

Hyunjin slowly pumped his finger inside you, feeling how wet you were getting before adding another finger, scissoring you open for him. He noticed you seemed deep in thought so he slowed down and leaned in to look at you.

"Is something wrong, doll?" he asked and you snapped out of your thoughts.

"Have you been with anyone since I left?" you asked in a small voice, blinking at him and Hyunjin let out a chuckle.

"No, I waited for you." he whispered, kissing you gently and you clenched around him. "You like that, bunny? Like that I'm only yours?" he bit on your lip and looked at you teasingly as he continued fingering you.

"Yes, yes Hyunjin!" you moaned when he hit that special spot inside you and his eyes darkened.

"What about you, doll? Did you let someone else touch what's only mine, hm?" he asked, fucking you faster.

"N-no. Only you, Hyunjin. I'm only yours." you moaned and he growled lowly again, getting more worked up as he wrapped his hand around his length and pumped it a few times.

"You never stopped being mine, little bunny. And I never stopped being yours." he moaned, pulling his fingers out before licking at them. Your heart was beating hard at the sight and the words that he said. It was true, you were his from the moment you first saw him until the end of time.

"Missed your taste." he moaned before grabbing his cock and pressing it against your clit. "I don't have any condoms." he added and you moaned as he ran his hard tip on your folds.

"T-that was never a problem with us." you bit on your lip and Hyunjin moaned as he started slowly pushing inside you, filling you up perfectly and stretching you out just for him. You whimpered, your legs opening more as you welcomed him inside you, where he belonged. Hyunjin took a moment to gather himself when he bottomed out, his eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed around him.

"God, bunny. I missed this pussy so much." you moaned at the dirty way he spoke, clenching even harder around him. "I won't last long."

You whimpered as he started moving, his muscles contracting with each movement as his arms caged you. You couldn't stop admiring him on top of you; the buzzcut worked so well with the new, more manly look, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes dark as he bit on his lip, his cheeks flushed and a thin sheen of sweat forming on his skin, the veins portruding. He looked so beautiful like that, all lost in you as he moaned quietly. Your hands came up to touch the back of his neck and his shoulders, so smooth and firm and Hyunjin gripped your hips.

"Fuck, I can't!" he whined loudly before he started snapping his hips into you. Both of you were a moaning, desperate mess, missing each other for so long. Hyunjin's hands had a bruising grip on your hips, your nails dug into his flesh as you wrapped your legs around him and pressed your heels into his ass, making him go deeper. He moaned loudly, fucking you harder, his cock splitting you apart deliciously.

"I'm g-gonna cum!" he whined almost as if he was disappointed in himself for finishing so quickly but you couldn't really blame him because you were on the verge yourself.

"Cum inside me, Jinnie!" you moaned and his eyes went wide for a moment before he gripped you harder.

"Are you sure?" he panted and you nodded quickly, your nails leaving red angry marks on his skin.

"Yes please Hyune, I need to feel you." you moaned and he whimpered, fucking you harder and chasing his high and your legs started trembling around him. He knew you were close by your moans and the way your body reacted, the way your pussy clenched around him so hard like you wanted him inside you forever.

"Let go for me, doll." he encouraged you and you moaned, the coil snapping as you came around him, making him even more wet.

Hyunjin cursed and moaned loudly, his hips stuttering before he exploded, filling you up with his warm cum and riding his high as you held onto him. He plopped down on top of you as both of you tried to catch your breath.

"Y/n. My bunny, my love." Hyunjin smiled, kissing you gently as you held each other.

"Jinnie. I love you so much." you whispered against his lips and felt him twitch inside you.

"I love you more than anything, doll." he said before kissing you again, his tongue slowly massaging yours and making your body burn all over again. His hands were on your breasts, massaging and squeezing, gently pinching and pulling on your nipples as he kept stealing your breath. You felt him slowly becoming harder inside you and you clenched, your pussy sore but welcoming. You touched his back and caressed his head and neck, making him whimper against you. It didn't take long for him to become fully hard again.

"I'm gonna make love to you." he whispered, kissing your lips again then grabbing your hand and kissing it before pinning it down on the bed, next to your head, his other hand on your waist.

"Hyunjin." you moaned out his name as he started to slowly move inside you, the drag of his cock against your walls was driving you crazy. Your eyes fluttered shut and you let yourself melt into the moment, the space filling up with sounds of your bodies and your moans as you both got lost in loving each other. Your lips brushed against his jaw and neck, kissing him and gently licking at his skin, the droplets of sweat that were sliding down his neck. He threw his head back when you sunk your teeth into his skin, marking him as yours. Hyunjin's hips stuttered and he fucked you a little harder and deeper but still slowly.

Your eyes fluttered open and met with his, full of love and lust.

"I wanna be like this with you forever." he moaned and you squeezed him with your legs, your nails digging into his shoulders again.

"Me too, Hyune, I wanna be with you forever." you breathed out.

He sped up a little, his hands roaming all over your body, his sweat dripping down onto your skin, making everything hot and wet.

"Ah!" you whimpered when he hit the spot. "You feel perfect inside me."

Hyunjin groaned at the praise, his hips snapping into yours harder as his fingers found your sensitive clit, moving in circles and trying to bring you to your high. His lips were on your skin again, kissing, licking and nipping before he grabbed your breast with his free hand and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking hard and making your body tremble against him. The fact that you were even more wet and slippery than before because he had already came inside you drove you insane and you snapped, cumming around him and squeezing him again. Hyunjin's eyes rolled back and all he could do was moan your name as he sped up, your hips and pussy burning at the overstimulation and movement before he released inside you, filling you up again.

"Fuck." this time he pulled out of you, watching as his cum oozed out of your pussy. "Wow." he gasped a little, reaching out to touch your folds and you whimpered.

"Are you- are you on the pill?" Hyunjin asked as he retracted his hand and you started laughing when you realized he hadn't even asked before and that you didn't even think about it.

"No, I wasn't sleeping with anyone so I didn't need them." you said and Hyunjin's face went red.

"It's okay." you beckoned him closer with your hand and he crawled to you instanly, laying on top of you and propping himself up with his elbows as he looked at you softly, caressing your head and playing with your hair. "We talked about having kids..."

Hyunjin let out a chuckle before pecking your lips.

"We did but now that you're back I wanted to enjoy you just a little more. Have you all to myself, my little bunny. And I know it might be cliche but I wanted us to get married first." he said and your heart fluttered.

"You never stopped thinking about that?" you asked, caressing his back.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to. Did you?"

"I always thought that if I hadn't left we would've already been married and had at least one baby." you confessed and Hyunjin's body trembled as he pressed himself harder against you.

"There's nothing more I want than to have everything with you, my love." he said, kissing you gently and lovingly.

"Me too." you gasped for air between kisses.

"Are you ready for round three then?" he smirked and you felt his length twitching against your thigh.

"Oh wow." you laughed and Hyunjin chuckled.

"What can I say, I missed you." he kissed your jaw again. "I just wanna be inside you."

"Please Hyunjin." you whimpered, feeling aroused for him easily.

"Don't worry bunny, I got you. All mine tonight." he moaned, pushing into your sore pussy but it felt so good to you. "Gotta make sure it sticks." Hyunjin added with a smirk and you gasped, your eyes rolling back as he filled you up.

You spent almost the entire night in each other's embrace, making love or just cuddling and talking, but both of you felt so insatiable that you just couldn't stop until early morning hours.

"This is about the time I usually wake up." Hyunjin said as he blinked sleepily, rubbing his cheek against your breast as you held him in your arms. You looked out at the dark sky, giggling a little.

"We should get some sleep." you said and Hyunjin whined, squeezing your other breast with his hand.

"I can't... I need to feed the horses... And take Rina out for a walk and..." his voice got more and more quiet before you realized he was fast asleep. A smile spread on your lips as you relaxed and let yourself fall asleep too.

You woke up a few hours later, the sun blazing through the curtains and you groaned, covering your face. Your entire body was sore, last night you had used some muscles that were dormant for years, but the most sore place was between your legs. When you remembered everything you did with Hyunjin last night and how many times he had moaned into your ear about fucking a baby into you, your mind went hazy and you felt that wave of hotness rise inside you.

You noticed you were alone in the bed, tangled in his sheets and the smell of him and you rolled over to his side after noticing another little bouquet of flowers. You smiled to yourself and willed yourself to get up and take a shower even though your legs were in pain too.

By the time you came down, Hyunjin was nowhere to be seen but you found some coffee and toast, deciding to make yourself some breakfast. You sat at the counter and ate while listening to some music. Hyunjin suddenly walked in from the back door.

"Oh bunny! Good morning." he smirked as he came closer to you and you could see the sweat on his body glistening, making you feel aroused instantly at the sight and smell of him.

"Morning." your voice came out breathy as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed you.

"I was just working out back in the shed." he started and Rina ran in barking and jumping at you happily. You chuckled and cooed at her as you started petting her head. "She helped out." Hyunjin added and you giggled.

"I'm sure she did."

"Would you like to go horse riding with me today?" he asked and you let out a laugh.

"I mean, I'd love to but you tired me out last night." you said sheepishly and he cackled, making you smack his arm a few times which made Rina bark.

"Careful, you can't hit me in front of Rina." he had a smug smile on his face and you rolled your eyes, shoving him away playfully. "Come on, we used to go all the time. I missed doing everything with you, doll."

"Fine, but I'm going home first to change and say hello to my grandparents." you pointed your finger at him and he grabbed your wrist, gently kissing your fingertip before he pressed your hand on his chest.

"Come back to me soon, doll."

-

It didn't take long for you to get ready and skip back to Hyunjin's house, especially after missing him for so many years; you felt like you needed to make up for all the lost time. Hyunjin was waiting for you in the stable, preparing the horses for the ride. As soon as you walked in, he smiled at you, waving at you to come closer. Hyunjin gave you the elevator eyes, you were dressed and ready for the activity you were going to share with him this afternoon.

"God, you look so cute my bunny." he put his hands behind his back and leaned in to kiss you, making you giggle against his lips.

"You're cute." you poked his cheek and he chuckled.

"I am?" he gave you a cute face, making his dimples visible as he smiled and his eyes disappeared, turning into little slits. For emphasis he put his palms around his face as if he was presenting his cuteness to you and you could not believe that this was the same man who had you shaking under him last night.

"The cutest." you giggled and he seemed satisfied with the answer, giving you another sweet kiss.

"So, this beauty over here is Aurora." Hyunjin took your hand in his and walked closer to the horse. It let out a snorting sound, making you jolt a little and Hyunjin chuckled.

"Don't tell me you forgot how to ride." he smirked at you with a pointed look and you smacked his arm as he giggled, knowing you would react like that. Your cheeks went red despite last night and despite everything else you shared with him.

"You better be quiet." you threatened him and he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"You weren't saying that last night."

"Hyunjin. Please. The horses don't need to listen to this." you whispered the last sentence, giving Aurora a few gentle pets.

Hyunjin laughed before nodding. "Alright, well she is yours for today. And I'm taking Midnight." he pointed to a black horse and you nodded, feeling excited because you missed things like this in the city, spending time in nature even though insects frightened you.

The two of you made your way out with your horses, Hyunjin helping you get up on Aurora and then patting your butt affectionately as you sat down. Your cheeks became rosy as he smirked at you and climbed up on Midnight. He looked so hot in that moment that you were already getting worked up despite still being sore.

You made your way towards the fields, the sun shining on you as you rode your horses and enjoyed the fresh air and the breeze. Everything that was bothering you before you came here was left in the dust your horses lifted as they ran, the past was put behind you and you could clearly see the path ahead.

The two of you made it to one of the pretty fields, letting the horses rest as you tied them aside and Hyunjin brought a blanket for the two of you to sit on. Quietly, you enjoyed the beautiful day together as you closed your eyes and let the sun's warmth kiss you while Hyunjin kept his eyes fixed on you.

"I forgot just how peaceful it is here." you sighed before looking at Hyunjin.

"But you spent most of your life here, more than in the city. You know this place like the back of your hand." his head tilted and you shrugged.

"Maybe it didn't take long for me to get used to the city."

"Then it won't be long for you to get used to being back here." he said and bit on his lip. "Come here bunny." he tapped his thigh and you chuckled, your face becoming red. "Come sit in my lap, I need you close to me." Hyunjin added and you shook your head lightly before coming closer to him and sitting in his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist as he leaned in and kissed you sweetly, before gently swiping his tongue on your lower lip. You parted your lips and he kissed you sensually, like he was trying to explore every part of you and remember your taste forever.

Hyunjin leaned back suddenly and gave you a serious look as he held your hips.

"Y/n, you really are the most important person in my life. You are my best friend and my only lover. And I want you to stay here with me forever and for us to build a life together but only if you want that. I don't want you to feel like I forced you to be here in the village and made you throw away your uni degree and the career you worked so hard for. I need to know that you are absolutely sure you want this, cause I don't want you to resent me one day." Hyunjin exhaled shakily and you smiled, grabbing his face and smushing his cute cheeks.

"You're the most important person in my life too. And even without knowing you still loved me and wanted to be with me I came back here with the plan to stay. There is nothing for me there, that career was a disappointment, almost a waste of time that I could've been spending here with you. Besides, I am still young and there is time to change careers. This is my decision to stay here and if I have you too, then that's just added happiness. I would never resent you Hyunjin, because I want to build a life with you too, I want us to grow old together like my grandparents. I always imagined us like that."

"Oh bunny, you have no idea how happy that makes me." Hyunjin gave you the sweetest smile before crashing his lips against yours. The kiss was passionate and full of love, all bursting around the two of you. He kissed your neck before flipping you over and you gasped under him.

"Beloved, it's the middle of the day, other people come here. A-and the horses are right there." you nodded towards the animals who seemed interested only in the grass.

"Doll, let me just have a taste of you, please?" Hyunjin rubbed your hips, giving you the cutest pout and puppy eyes and you were weak for him. It never took too long for you to lose your panties around him which was what happened as soon as you said yes. He took off your pants and underwear, immediately diving in between your legs as he held them open, gripping at your thighs.

"My sweet bunny." Hyunjin kissed and nipped on your thighs, leaving bite marks in his wake all the way up to your core.

"Mm." he moaned the moment his plump lips touched your folds. "Baby." he whined and flatened his tongue against you, giving you a few languid licks, enjoying the taste of you before the tip of his tongue started flicking your clit. You whimpered quietly as your legs trembled, still aware that you were outside and anyone could see you.

Hyunjin however, didn't care. He was moaning into your pussy desperately as soon as he pushed his tongue in, eating you out like you were the sweetest treat ever. His nose brushed against your clit perfectly as he moved and you were still so sensitive from last night so it didn't take long for you to release your essence all over his lips and tongue as you gripped onto the blanket.

"Bunny, you taste so sweet." he whined, licking around his lips. You looked around, chuckling and quickly pulling your pants up, cringing a little at the wetness.

"Let me make you feel good too, Jinnie." you were now closer to him, your hands on his thighs.

"You don't have to do it right now, we can go back to my house and-"

"Hyune... You can't ride back with this." you smirked, cupping his bulge through his pants and he whined instanly, lifting up into your hand and grinding against it.

"Yeah, you're right." Hyunjin moaned as you kissed his jaw and neck while working to unbutton his pants and slide them down with his boxers, at least enough to pull his cock out. You moaned at the sight of him and you were so eager to have him in your mouth again after not tasting him for so long. You leaned down, gathering spit before you spit on his cock and made him gasp, lifting his hips up to you again. You gave him a few pumps as you smirked at him and Hyunjin was already falling apart. He was equally as weak for you as you were for him.

You swirled your tongue around his head, dipping it into his slit and he shook against you, his hips lifting up and his hand tangling in your hair.

"More, please more bunny." he begged desperately and you moaned around him as you slid down, taking more of his length in.

"Just like that baby, keep going." he encouraged you as you tried to relax your throat and breathe through your nose. Hyunjin whimpered when you gripped the base of his cock, bobbing your head up and down. He gripped your hair, his moans becoming high pitched so you looked up and almost came in your panties at the sight. He was completely lost in the pleasure you were giving him, his head thrown back, his neck on full display with his Adam's apple bobbing up and down every time he gulped and his veins visible. Your eyes fluttered as you moaned around him and fondled his balls with your other hand, making his hips jerk up into you which made you gag a little.

"Fuck. Taking me so well, bunny." he growled, fucking up into you slowly as he gripped your hair harder. "G-gonna cum."

"Mm." you moaned, massaging his balls and sucking him like your life depended on it as he kept fucking up into you.

"Ah! Love seeing those pretty lips around me!" Hyunjin whined loudly, snapping his hips a little harder against you before you felt him twitch and release inside you. You swallowed every last drop he gave you, overstimulating him until he was almost pushing you away.

"Fuck, bunny. You're gonna be the death of me." he said as you lifted up and wiped your lips.

"That good, hm?" you teased him with a smirk and he smirked back at you as he got dressed.

"Well, you seem to love my cum so I'm just giving you what you love, you know, thinking of your happiness." he teased and you smacked his arm, making him laugh because he loved provoking you.

"Shut up." you muttered in embarrassment and he giggled before pouting at you and coming closer to you. He gently took your chin in his hand and made you look at him.

"I love you." he said.

"I love you too." you smiled and kissed him, tasting your essence on his tongue.

"Wanna ride a little more then go back to my house?" he asked and you nodded eagerly.

"I'd love to."

-

Currently, you were sitting in Hyunjin's very big bath, waiting for him to join you as you soaped up your arms with the bubbles, playing around with them.

"Here I am!" he ran in, quickly closing the door behind him. "Had to feed Rina plus she felt neglected and deprived of my love." he added, stripping his clothes and throwing them in the hamper haphazardly.

"You trying to make me feel guilty?" you asked, blowing a bubble at him and he giggled.

"No doll, you know you're always my number one." he smirked, throwing his underwear aside and you looked away in embarrassment.

He chuckled at you and got in, sitting between your legs and you squealed as he made the water splash around you.

"Will you help me wash my back?" he looked at you sideways with a little pout and you chuckled.

"Of course, beloved." you smiled as you took a clean cloth and made it wet before you started gently washing his back. Hyunjin closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relaxation. You enjoyed the quiet moment, gently rubbing his skin before gliding over it with your other hand, loving the feeling of his wet and soft skin against yours. You leaned in and kissed his shoulders, your breasts pressing against him and nipples grazing him. Hyunjin let out a shaky breath as you wrapped your arms around him and kept kissing his upper back and the back of his neck, catching the droplets of water with your lips.

"I'm so happy." he said and you smiled against him as he caressed your hands. "I was lonely without you, my bunny. I drowned that in work but in moments like this, when it's quiet, and especially late at night I imagined you next to me, wished you were here. And now you are."

"I'm sorry, Jinnie. I'll never leave you again." you said, brushing your lips against his neck.

"I know." he shivered and then leaned back into you as you held him and caressed his chest and stomach, your hand coming in contact with his cock that was hard again.

"Jinnie." you giggled in delight.

"I can't help it when you're touching me." he whined and you kept giggling as you wrapped your hand around him and gave him a few teasing tugs before you released him completely, making him groan.

"Love, you promised we'd go stargazing tonight." you teased.

"The stars will be there tomorrow." he smirked, turning around in the bath and making the water splash around again.

"So will we." you chuckled, running your finger on his defined jaw.

"Mm." he smirked, eyes already hooded as he leaned in and captured your lips in his. You gave in instantly, craving him as much as he craved you.

"I want to go stargazing." you said when the two of you parted for air and Hyunjin chuckled, shaking his head.

"Whatever my bunny wants. Give me a few moments to try and calm down, hm?" he said, kissing your jaw before he got up, getting out of the bath and making his way to the shower. "Join me." he reached his hand towards you and you grabbed it, getting out of the bath with his help.

The moment you shared in the shower was sweet and gentle as you helped each other wash off, playing around with the water.

"So, you like how I did the house?" Hyunjin asked as you dried off.

"I love it so much. It's artsy but cozy and warm. It still has that vintage vibe, you just made it better." you told him and he blushed, smiling cutely at you.

"I decorated it with the thought of you." he confessed, suddenly looking shy and reminding you of that little boy that almost hid behind his mother the first time he laid eyes on you.

"Hyunjin." your eyes watered instantly and you started crying.

"Bunny, don't cry." Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you, shushing you and pulling you into his chest as he caressed your head.

"I'm sorry." you whimpered and he chuckled at your cute pouty face as he looked down at you.

"Move in with me. There's no need to wait." he kissed your head and you squeezed him tighter.

"Packing tomorrow." you looked up at him with a smile and he chuckled, leaning down to kiss you as he wiped your tears away.

-

It was a beautiful, clear and quiet night, just what you needed for one of your favorite activities. Stargazing was a little ritual you did together even before you started dating, when you were just friends. You'd lay near your tree and look up at the stars wondering what's in store for you and Hyunjin, and he'd be nervously gathering courage to confess to you and kiss you only to back out every time you smiled at him.

After becoming a couple, you'd spend warm evenings loving each other under the blanket of stars, hidden by the grass and flowers around you. You'd look up at the stars then and thank them.

Hyunjin brought a blanket this time like always and you laid next to each other, your bare arms touching.

"Jinnie, can I ask you something?" you turned to look at him.

"Anything." he met your eyes.

"I noticed this when I got here the first day but why did you carve only your name in the tree, under ours?"

His eyes softened before he sat up and looked at the tree.

"For when you come back, so you can add your name and we can make a new start together." he smiled and your eyes watered.

"Jinnie." you whined, sitting up and resting your forehead on his shoulder. "You're too sweet."

"Here." he gave you his pocket knife and motioned at the tree. "You can add your name now."

Hyunjin helped you out and the two of you admired your work, a new carving of your names signifying a new phase of your relationship, where both of you have grown and matured. You turned towars him, grabbing his face and smashing your lips into his as you kissed him passionately. Hyunjin returned the kiss enthusiastically, pulling you in his lap. Your hips started grinding against him instantly and he smirked into the kiss.

"Is my bunny needy for me?" Hyunjin leaned back to look at you, caressing your face and putting your hair behind your ear.

"Mm, always." you moaned quietly as his other hand grabbed at your ass, squeezing and giving you a light smack.

Hyunjin chuckled at the state of you, already unraveling and he hasn't even done anything. You bit on your lip and gripped his shoulders as you started dragging your core against his. Hyunjin's head fell back as he gripped your hips and helped you move against him, pressing you down and making you feel his growing bulge.

"What you do to me, doll." he almost growled, gripping you harder and moving his hips up into yours.

"Hyunjin." you moaned his name, your hands sliding down his chest to his abs and then to the button on his jeans as you worked to open it. He smirked into the kiss again, letting you struggle for a moment before he leaned away from your lips and helped you take off his pants. His hands slid under your dress, up until he touched your panties.

"So wet, my bunny." he looked at you lustfully, his lips parting as he touched you clit and played with it, sliding his fingers down to your folds and feeling the wetness even through the fabric.

"I need you." you whined and he chuckled.

"I need you too, bunny." he whispered and you stood up to slide your panties off as Hyunjin watched you with hazy eyes. He slid his pants and underwear down, pulling you down into his lap again. Your wet pussy pressed against his hard cock and both of you moaned as you grinded on him, getting him wet with your juices.

"Ah, doll!" Hyunjin whined, pushing his hips up into you and you lifted just a little to grab his cock and push it inside you. He groaned as you sat down on him slowly, feeling every inch of him stretching your still sore pussy.

"You okay, bunny?" Hyunjin wrapped his arms around your waist as you let out a hiss.

"Y-yes, perfect." you whimpered, gripping at his shoulders as you started circling your hips on top of him. "Oh my god." you groaned, feeling his tip brushing against something delicious deep inside you.

"Good, baby?" Hyunjin smirked, holding your hips but you knew he was close to losing control.

"Mm yes." you shut your eyes tightly as you started to bounce on him slowly and Hyunjin let out a loud moan.

"Ah, bunny! You feel so good. So perfect for me. I wanna stay inside you forever."

You clenched hard at his words, fucking on his length faster, your hips slapping against his. Hyunjin's hand gripped your dress and pushed it up before he grabbed your ass, giving it a few smacks and making you whimper and squeeze around his cock again.

"Please, Hyune, I need more, please!" you whimpered, fucking on him as hard as you could even though your thighs started burning. Hyunjin looked at you, your flushed face and your tits bouncing with your movement, his cock disappearing completely inside you. You were driving him insane.

"You want some help bunny?" he asked, gripping your hips.

"Yes, please!" you whined and Hyunjin smirked before he started snapping his hips up into you.

Both of you were a desperate mess of moans and curses, fucking into each other as if you hadn't been together all night yesterday.

"Gonna get you pregnant, my bunny. Want you to be mine forever." Hyunjin growled as you fell apart on top of him, exploding all over his cock.

"Please, Hyune, want to have your baby." you mumbled, your entire body shaking on top of him and Hyunjin growled, his eyes rolling back as he came, ropes of warm cum filling you up, your pussy milking him dry.

You held each other for a moment, trying to gather your senses as you breathed hard. Hyunjin leaned back and gave you a cute smile.

"I mean it, you know. I really want a little one running around our house. A baby that we made out of love." Hyunjin said, holding your face in his palms.

"Me too, I want it so much." your voice was shaky as you leaned in and kissed him, not missing the detail where he called his house yours.

"After last night and today it would be a surprise if you weren't already pregnant." he smiled, brushing his lips against yours.

You chuckled as your face burned. "I hope so."

Hyunjin smiled, kissing you until you became breathless. The two of you cleaned up and got dressed, lying down in each other's arms so you could actually do what you came to do here - watch the stars.

Once again, you thanked them for leading you back to your Hyunjin.

Six months later

You were drinking your morning tea, staring out the window as your free hand landed on your tummy and you let out a sigh of happiness. Hyunjin came from upstairs, all fresh from a shower and noticed you smiling to yourself, the sun illuminating your features.

"How are my girls?" Hyunjin asked as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands on your baby bump, caressing you gently as he kissed you neck and inhaled your sweet scent.

"Good actually. The tea is helping with nausea." you turned your head a little to look at his face and his eyes were filled with so much love and happiness that it made you shiver, your heart fluttering.

"What?" you chuckled as he kept looking at you with a big smile on his face.

"Have I told you how breathtaking you are, my doll?" he exhaled, nuzzling into you.

"Only every day." you giggled.

"And I will continue doing so for the rest of my life." Hyunjin kissed your cheek and you turned in his arms to give him a proper kiss, enjoying the feeling of his plump lips against yours. Your hands flew to his hair that was now black and growing out and you ran your fingers through the soft tufts.

"I have something for you." he said when the two of you broke apart.

"What is it?" you tilted your head and Hyunjin rounded the couch where Rina was cuddled up, making her raise her head and look at him. He stood in front of the stereo and pressed a few buttons before the familiar melody of Photograph started playing.

"Hyun..." your eyes watered and he skipped towards you, reaching his hand to you. You grabbed it and he pulled you into him, dancing with you, softly swaying you side to side.

"This has always been our song. The one we danced to at prom too. And now we can have our first dance at our wedding to this song as well."

"H-Hyunjin." your lips trembled as happy tears spilled from your eyes.

"I wanted to wait for a perfect moment, have this elaborate dinner and speech but I think this is the perfect moment. You and me in our house with our baby on the way and Rina with us. So I have something to ask you, bunny." Hyunjin got on one knee in front of you, taking out a little box from the pocket of his sweats and opening it up to reveal a beatiful ring.

You gasped, your heart beating fast as more tears spilled from your eyes. You knew he was going to propose to you but nothing prepared you for the tornado of feelings that were swirling inside you.

"Y/n, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"

"Yes!" you yelled almost before he ended the sentence and he chuckled happily, sliding the ring on your finger.

"I love you so much, Jinnie." you cried as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you more than anything, my little bunny." he kissed you, the tears of happiness sliding down his cheeks too.

"I promised you forever, didn't I?"

And there was no other way you wanted to spend forever than to be by Hyunjin's side.

he mumbles under his breath about deadlines and “noodle anatomy,” so softly you almost think you imagined it. at other times, he just stares at the ceiling, unmoving, as if some divine inspiration might drip down from the drywall. and every now and then, he groans so dramatically it sounds like he’s dying, only for you to find out he’s just trying to draw a bent knee.

he’s quiet. not shy, and not in a way that makes you feel obligated to fill the silence. just… contained. coiled. the kind of quiet that holds weight— his thoughts are vivid and volatile, too loud to voice, so he seals them between the pages of his sketchbooks. it’s safer that way. nothing escapes. nothing catches fire.

you’ve never seen him bring anyone home.

not once. not even after those late-night figure drawing classes, or the weekend studio exhibitions where people tend to get a little too wine drunk and giggly. you’ve never heard him talk about crushes or hookups or even eye someone on the quad. never even caught him flirting. he barely acknowledges strangers in passing, doesn’t register compliments from the girls who sometimes stop to peek through the dorm windows and whisper about “that one hot art guy.”

he doesn’t go out much either, never really parties, barely shows up to campus events, and treats grocery runs like hostile field missions. most of the time, he’s holed up in his room with the door cracked open, back hunched over his tablet or sketchpad, headphones in, eyes glazed over with focus.

there are moments he doesn’t respond when you speak. you’ll knock, pass his room more than once, and the only hint he’s still breathing is the dim glow of his monitor. you pause, staring in, wondering— not for the first time— how long he’s been cooped up in there. whether he’s eaten. whether he’s slept. whether he’s working on something normal, or… something else entirely.

because you know what he draws.

he told you. casually. one night, when you were both cross-legged on the floor, splitting leftover takeout and surrounded by plastic chopsticks and empty bubble tea cups. you asked what his senior portfolio theme was, expecting something pretentious, or maybe poetic.

“manga,” he said, chewing absently.

“oh, cool,” you replied. “what genre?”

“ecchi.”

you raise a brow, confused. “…what’s that?”

he looked up slowly, eyes wide, expression borderline unreadable. “tasteful porn.”

you immediately choked on your noodles.

and that was that.

you never brought it up again. but the image of him calmly saying “tasteful porn” with the straightest face lives in your head rent free. still makes your ears burn if you think about it too long.

what’s worse is that you shouldn’t even be surprised.

but you were. maybe because hyunjin doesn’t quite fit the mold of some guy who spends most his nights hunched over his tablet, painstakingly rendering the way sheer fabric sticks to flushed skin. the way lips part, the way spines arch. he’s too pretty, ethereal even— too clean to be that filthy in private. soft jawline, delicate wrists, lips always stained pink from strawberry pocky. he uses cherry blossom shampoo. wears fuzzy socks. once, you caught him microwaving hot chocolate at two in the morning while humming the sailor moon theme song under his breath.

by all logic, he should be drowning in girls. flirty art majors, clumsy lit students, curious econ girls who like the idea of a mysterious artist boyfriend. he should have people throwing themselves at him, sliding into his dms, leaving their numbers on napkins.

but he’s not.

and maybe, just maybe, that’s because hyunjin is a total, certified goon.

the type of guy who probably jerks off to his own hentai panels with one hand in his sweats and the other still holding his apple pencil so he can make edits mid-stroke.

the type who’s too obsessed with his imaginary girls to even look at a real one.

and unfortunately for you— you’re one of them.

+

you agreed to model for his senior art portfolio last month.

he’d asked you during one of your late-night kitchen run-ins, voice low and uncertain, sketchpad balanced on one knee while he waited for his ramen to finish spinning in the microwave.

“it’s not explicit explicit,” he said, peeking up at you from under his lashes, his thumb absently smudging the corner of a half-finished eye on the page. “it’s more suggestive. tasteful.” his tone wavered between hopeful and rehearsed, like he’d been planning to ask you for a while but hadn’t quite worked up the nerve until now.

“think… moody lighting,” he added, as if that would somehow soften the blow. “lace. maybe a garter belt.”

you blinked. “a garter belt?” the words came out with an airy laugh, light and teasing, a little incredulous but not entirely opposed.

he didn’t flinch. instead, he perked up with faux earnestness, flipping his pencil between his fingers like a conductor’s baton, brows lifted in dramatic flourish. “it’s for the drama,” he insisted, as if that explained anything at all. as if drama alone justified sketching someone in lingerie.

yet somehow… you ended up agreeing.

you needed the extra cash, your campus job barely covered groceries, and your last textbook rental had drained what little remained in your savings. but part of you was flattered, too. no one had ever asked to draw you before, and definitely not like that.

but if you were really being honest, a small part of you liked the way he looked at you when you posed.

he made you feel like art. something worth preserving, not just for the shape of your body or the softness of your skin, but for the way you existed in stillness. the rhythm of your breath, the curve of your spine, the light pooling into the hollows of your collarbones. he watched with quiet fixation, eyes moving from page to skin, jaw clenched in concentration, and everytime his pencil scratched against the paper, it’d sent a phantom shiver down your spine.

he made you feel beautiful.

you hadn’t realized you were making a mistake.

not until tonight, when he’d left for his night class and you were rummaging behind his desk in search of your charger, the one you always forgot in his room. you’d been reaching behind a pile of books and folders when your elbow bumped something, knocking it to the floor with a dull, soft thud.

a sketchbook.

black, unmarked, a little worn around the edges. it didn’t look important or any different from the others he always left lying around. you bent down without thinking, planning to toss it back where it came from.

but it had fallen open.

you froze. you told yourself you wouldn’t look, that it wasn’t yours to see.

and then you looked anyway.

curiosity, or something worse, pulled you toward the page.

and there you were.

not soft. not modest. not the dimly lit, “tasteful” pose you’d assumed he’d capture.

you were drawn sprawled out, every inch of you on display. legs spread wide, toes curling into fabric you recognized as your own sheets. your back arched off a pillow from your bed. one hand gripping the edge of the blanket. the other buried deep between your thighs. your face was flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy, mouth frozen in a moan that felt way too specific to be imagined.

and it was detailed. painfully so.

you could see the shading where sweat would gather. the tension in your calves. the wrinkle in your brow. your own hair drawn strand by strand, fanned out like a halo.

your stomach flipped. heat bloomed somewhere low and unsteady.

you turned the page, almost on instinct, heart already pounding.

there were more.

you on your knees, spine arched, wrists tucked behind your back. your head tilted at just the right angle to show off your throat, the delicate notch above your collarbone. the lingerie you wore last week— sheer lace cups, dainty silk bows, garters clipped to thigh-highs—recreated in uncanny, microscopic detail. every clasp, dimple in your skin, subtle ripple of imagined pleasure inked in with a hunger that felt… dangerous.

you stared at the pages, transfixed. breath caught somewhere in your chest, hands beginning to tremble. you hadn’t meant to look, hadn’t planned to turn the first page, let alone the second… but once you did, you couldn’t stop. every drawing felt intimate, obsessive, memorized. the way he rendered you with such aching precision—each curve of your body, every fold of lace, every imagined tremble of your thighs, made it nearly impossible to look away.

it was clear he hadn’t just sketched you from reference; he’d studied you, remembered you. poured hours into capturing the parting of your mouth when you sigh, the subtle shift of your hips in that particular set of lingerie, the way your body folds, stretches, and exists on the page, alive and familiar.

you were still staring when you heard the jingle of his keys at the door. your heart clenched instantly, breath stuttering as you snapped upright, hands suddenly clammy and slick with heat. your thighs instinctively pressed together before you could stop yourself. there was panic, yes, caught red-handed with something you were never meant to see— but tangled beneath it, humming in your veins like a low, slow current, was something far darker. not dread or guilt. something warmer. hungrier. the realization bloomed slowly and thickly at the back of your throat, and you swallowed it down like a secret; what you felt wasn’t entirely fear. it was want.

the door clicks open behind you, followed by the soft creak of the hinge, the muted scuff of sneakers hitting hardwood, and some more indistinct shuffling near the entryway as he drops his things. hyunjin steps inside, expression dulled with exhaustion, shoulders loose, hoodie slipping off one side of his frame. he moves like he always does after a long day— quiet, fluid, like he’s still half inside his head.

until he sees what’s in your lap.

his sketchbook.

his secret.

you.

he halts mid-step.

for a second, he doesn’t say anything. no words, no movement, not even a blink. his eyes trace the shape of the moleskin cover, the way your fingers are curled around the edge of a page, your gaze is wide and locked onto his, like you’ve been caught doing something unspeakable. maybe, because you have.

but the reaction you expect never comes. there’s no stammering apology, flustered excuses, desperate attempt at backpedaling or some pathetic plea to forget what you saw.

instead, he smiles.

and it’s not the kind of nervous, sheepish grin you might’ve imagined if this moment had played out in your head. no. it’s something far more sinister. cooler. slow-spreading and deeply smug, as if this was inevitable and he’s known all along.

“you weren’t supposed to see that,” he says, voice low and smooth, like he’s just commenting on the weather.

he walks toward you with the kind of unhurried confidence that makes your throat go instantly dry, his footsteps soft against the floorboards, eyes never leaving yours. he stops just in front you where you’re still frozen, sketchbook heavy in your hands, heart beating loud enough to feel it in your teeth.

“but…”

his head tilts slightly as he crouches in front of you, long fingers curling over the edge of the cushion near your knee. the shift in posture shouldn’t feel as intimate as it does, but it roots you in place. he’s close— close enough that you can see the faint flecks of lead still dusted on his fingertips, the faint ink smudge on the side of his hand, the crescent of dried eraser shavings caught beneath his nail.

“…since you have…”

his voice dips even lower now, almost playful. like he’s testing you and he knows you’re too curious to say no.

“do you wanna see the rest?”

you shouldn’t.

you really, really shouldn’t.

but you nod.

and something in him clicks.

he reaches for the book, knuckles brushing your thigh as he takes it gently from your lap. doesn’t ask again or give you time to second-guess. just shifts his weight to sit beside you, so close your knees bump, and flips to the next page with the ease of someone completely unashamed.

the next drawing makes your breath catch.

you— on your stomach, wrists bound above your head with a ribbon that trails off the page. your thighs are spread wide open, panties pushed to the side, one heel still hooked halfway off your foot. you can see your expression sketched in detail, mouth parted, brows drawn tight, eyes looking up with something caught between desperation and bliss.

he turns another page.

this one’s rougher. messier lines, heavier shading. you’re riding something, someone, but only the vague silhouette of a figure is visible beneath you. the focus is all on your body. the way your tits bounce. the tremble in your thighs. the glint of a tongue drawn wet and flicking out from behind your lips. your head is thrown back, hair wild, and between your legs— slick. so much slick. rendered in obsessive strokes that make you shiver.

you blink. “hyunjin, what the fuck—”

“what?” he says lightly, not even looking at you. “it’s art.”

he’s already on the next page.

you reach for it instinctively, trying to stop him, but he only laughs, quiet and amused, and tilts the book slightly so you can see better.

“thought you wanted to see the rest.”

your stomach twists. “how many are there?”

“depends,” he shrugs. “just the ones of you?”

you freeze.

he turns another page. this one’s so filthy your face burns.

you’re gagging on something thick, your hands gripping at the base, tears drawn in delicate lines down your cheeks. your mascara is smudged. your spit is dripping off your chin. there are notes in the margin, little technical observations. ‘make angle of throat curve more exaggerated,’ ‘adjust hand position,’ ‘redraw drool line thicker.’

you glance at him, stunned, but he’s completely calm. flipping through pages like this is the normal shit ever and he’s showing off a vacation album, not a growing collection of depraved, hyper-detailed hentai of you.

“why..” your voice cracks, and you clear your throat. “why me?”

he finally looks at you then.

really looks.

there’s no hesitation in his face. no shame. just a flicker of something deep and unwavering.

“you said yes,” he says simply. “you stood in front of me in that stupid lace and let me stare. what did you think i was gonna do? draw a fucking fruit bowl?”

“i thought it was for your portfolio—”

“it is,” he says, smiling again. “you’re the whole thing.”

you swallow hard. “you should’ve told me.”

he laughs, dry and low.

“would you have still posed?”

you don’t answer. because you don’t know.

he proceeds to turn another page.

this time, you’re bent over the kitchen counter in this one. there’s cum dripping down your thighs.

“you didn’t tell me to stop,” he says softly.

your pulse jumps. “i didn’t know what you were doing.”

“you never asked.”

the silence stretches.

he flips another page. then another. each sketch more obscene than the last. erotic positions you’ve never even imagined. angles that make your skin burn. and he narrates them all with a kind of detached pride, fingers gliding over each line like he’s showing off fine china.

“this one took me all night,” he murmurs, turning the book slightly so you can see the details. “couldn’t get the way your mouth stretches quite right. ended up using a mirror.”

“jesus,” you whisper, barely able to look away. “hyunjin, you’re insane.”

he grins, leaning closer. “and you let me draw you.”

his voice is low. warm. full of something dangerous.

“so what does that make you?”

you don’t answer.

you literally can’t.

because you’re still staring at the next page, and your thighs are pressing together before you even realize it.

+

it’s hard to say who came onto who first.

whether it was you, him, or the invisible thread between you finally pulled taut and snapped— you aren’t sure. but the sketchbook lands somewhere on the floor long forgotten, and then hyunjin’s hands are suddenly on your thighs, warm and steady. the next thing you know, you’re pressed into the mattress of his bed, his body hovering close, like he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

you’re still breathing hard, dizzy from everything you saw. your body’s betraying you, flushed and prickled with heat, and he sees it. god, he sees everything.

his voice is low, right beside your ear. “you’re still looking at me like i’ve done something wrong.” his thumbs press lightly into the soft flesh just above your knees, parting them further until your legs fall open around him. “but you haven’t said stop.”

you should. you could. your lips fall open like you want to say something, but the words never physically come out.

he chuckles.

“that’s what i thought.”

his fingers trail up your bare thigh with an artist’s touch, slow and reverent, tracing invisible lines like he’s mentally drafting his next sketch. his eyes never stray, just stays locked on your face. not your lips, not your chest, but your eyes— studying every twitch and flicker as if he’s trying to memorize how your shame turns into arousal.

and fuck, it’s working…

“do you know,” he says, almost idly, as though it’s just casual conversation. “how many nights i’ve spent drawing you from memory?”

his hand slides higher, dips beneath the hem of your shorts, brushes against the dampened fabric of your panties. his smile sharpens.

“you always wear the cutest little things. i couldn’t help it.”

you choke on your breath when he presses the heel of his palm against your cunt. not enough to relieve anything, but enough to remind you who’s touching you. who’s seen you like this, over and over again, in his head and on paper and in every single fucked-up sketch you were too horrified, and too curious, to stop looking at.

he leans in, mouth grazing the shell of your ear.

“you don’t know what it’s like,” he murmurs, “to spend hours perfecting the way your lips wrap around something thick. or the way your thighs shake when you’re close. i studied that. every twitch. every fold. every drip.”

his tone darkens, the words clinging to you like sweat.

“and it still wasn’t enough.”

he pulls back to look at you, fingers still nestled between your legs, his hand heavy and possessive like he owns what he drew— and maybe he does. he always has.

“you wanna know the real reason i never bring anyone home?”

you blink, mind hazy. “what?”

he slides your panties to the side with maddening precision, but his fingers stay light, barely ghosting over your folds.

“because i didn’t need anyone else.”

you whimper when the pad of his middle finger circles your clit, featherlight and cruel.

“i had you.”

a slow exhale leaves your chest, shaky and broken, and he watches you unravel, patient and quiet, savoring it the way someone might linger on the best part of a page.

then he kisses you without warning.

his mouth is soft at first, almost deceptively gentle. but the moment you lean into it and give in, he deepens it, tongue sliding over yours with the same practiced hunger he puts into his art. he kisses the way he draws: greedy, precise, a little filthy.

your hands fist into his hoodie, and he grins against your lips.

“fuck,” he breathes. “you taste better than i imagined.”

he pushes his fingers deeper between your folds, finally giving you the pressure you need. your hips jolt, a whine slipping from your throat, and that’s when you feel it.

his other hand has moved to your wrist.

he’s guiding it down.

and, fuck, he’s so hard.

you palm him through his sweats, wide-eyed and breathless, and he shudders, grinding into your touch shamelessly.

“you did this,” he says through a clenched jaw. “you and your fucking poses and that look on your face like you didn’t know what you were doing to me.” his hand moves with more purpose now, two fingers pressing inside you slow and deep while his thumb rubs tight, messy circles against your clit. he groans when you clench around him.

“this tight already?” he whispers, nose brushing yours. “and i haven’t even started drawing tonight.”

you try to reply— something, anything— but all that comes out is a pathetic, broken litttle moan.

he smirks, biting your bottom lip.

“so desperate. is this why you went snooping? hoping to find something to get off to?”

you shake your head. “i didn’t- i didn’t mean to—”

he laughs. “no?”

he curls his fingers just right and your whole body jerks, hips stuttering. he hits that gummy spot inside you that already has you seeing stars, mouth falling open around a breathless moan.

“then why’re you dripping all over my hand, sweetheart?”

your face contorts with pleasure, heat rushing to your cheeks as his fingers slowly withdraw, slick and shining. he raises them between you, holding the evidence up for you to see.

“look at that,” he murmurs, softly.

your arousal glistens in the low light, coating his fingers, dripping down his wrist. he slides them into his mouth and moans, eyes fluttering shut for just a second before they snap open again, dark and hungry.

“better than i imagined,” he breathes, already sounding wrecked.

“but we’ll keep going, yeah?”

his hand finds yours again, guiding it back to the bulge straining in his pants— heat pulsing through the fabric, through your palm, through the space between your bodies that’s disappearing by the second.

“you’ve only seen the sketches.”

+

you were half-expecting him to crumble when you climb into his lap.

at least, you wanted him to.

he’d spent the past thirty minutes sounding like the world’s most depraved art school simp, flipping through sketch after sketch like some perverted little museum curator. and now? after everything he’s admitted. you’re wet, twitchy, and riding the high of control. he’s throbbing under you, eyes wide, flushed to the tips of his ears. you think maybe he’ll let you ruin him. maybe he wants that.

but then his fingers dig into your hips. hard.

and the shift is immediate.

his back straightens. his mouth parts, but no breathy little beg ever comes out.

just a low, measured murmur in your ear:

“take your panties off.”

your brain short circuits.

“what—?”

he grips your jaw and tilts your face toward him, gently, never rough, but his touch is firm. decisive.

“you wanna climb into my lap, ride my cock like some spoiled little muse?” he says, tone deceptively calm. “fine. but you’re gonna do it the way i imagined it.”

your breath catches. your heart pounds. your cunt pulses.

fuck.

you strip without thinking. panties discarded somewhere on the floor, shorts shoved down past your knees. he watches, shamelessly, licking his lips once as his eyes drag down your body.

“there,” he says, like you’re finally arranged the way he likes.

he strokes a palm up your inner thigh, fingers ghosting over your folds, smearing slick deliberately. your hips twitch forward, chasing his touch.

he tuts. “so needy. bet you soaked the pages of my sketchbook, didn’t you?”

“hyunjin—”

“don’t act shy now,” he murmurs, voice darker. “you flipped through every page. stared at every filthy little pose i drew you in. legs spread, gagging, dripping.”

his fingers part your folds. dragging through them.

“this wet for me already, and i haven’t even put it in?”

you gasp when he presses the blunt head of his cock against your entrance, not pushing, just teasing, smearing precum over your folds like he’s painting.

“beg,” he says softly.

“hyun—”

“you were bold enough to go through my stuff,” he cuts you off, thumb pressing against your clit in painfully slow circles. “now beg.”

and god, you do.

you don’t even try to hold onto what little pride you had left. not when he’s touching you like that, looking at you like he already owns you, like he’s just recreating a scene he’s drawn a thousand times.

“please,” you whisper. “i want it.”

“say it properly.”

“please, let me ride your cock.”

he grins, smug and breathless, and finally, finally, lets you sink down on him.

and it’s perfect.

so thick you swear it stretches something deeper. you brace against his chest, gasping as he fills you up, each inch a slow, merciless press that has you trembling, mouth agape, nails biting into his skin.

“shiiit,” you whimper. “feels so—”

“tight,” he grits out. “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

he lets you sit there for a second, fully seated on him, cunt fluttering as your body adjusts, becoming more attuned to his length. you were expecting him to move, to take over.

but he doesn’t.

“go on then,” he instructs. “ride me. show me what you learned from those drawings.”

you start moving, tentatively at first, slow little rolls of your hips— and his hands were simply there to guide you. firm and assured, shaping the rhythm as if he’s sculpting the moment himself, dragging pleasure from you at the exact pace he wants.

“there,” he hisses. “that’s it, just like that, bounce for me- yeah, baby, just like that.”

you ride him harder, chasing the friction, hips grinding down with more purpose as your moans rise in volume, ragged and desperate. and then his hand wraps around the base of your throat. not enough to block any major airways, just holding you there as an anchor.

“don’t cum yet,” he whispers.

you nearly sob.

“hyunjin- fuck, ’m so close—”

his hips buck up into you and your whole body jerks, another sharp gasp leaving your throat as your cunt clamps down hard, tight, pulsing around him, overwhelmed by the sudden depth and force.

“not yet.”

you clench your fists against his chest, thighs quivering, the ache mounting unbearably.

“please, please, i need—”

he shifts, arm wrapping around your waist, and slams you down onto him as he thrusts up again, harder this time, hitting your walls so deep you couldn’t help but scream.

“you think you get to snoop through my private sketchbook, make me beg, and then cum on my cock whenever you want?”

he flips you before you even get the chance to answer. he moves fast, smooth, overwhelming. now you’re flat on your back, and he’s towering above you, hand gripping your thigh, shoving it up against your chest as he sinks right back into you.

“you’re mine now,” he groans. “gonna fuck you until you forget your own name. gonna redraw you like this- cumming around me, crying for me.”

he thrusts deep and sharp and mean.

“gonna sketch you full of my cum.”

“hyun, fuck, please—”

he leans down, kissing your jaw, your cheek, your lips, almost sweet even as he rails you into the mattress.

“i got you,” he pants. “fuck, baby, i got you. you can cum now.”

and when you do, practically shaking and crying, cunt gripping him so tightly he’s nearly on the verge of blacking out. he follows immediately, moaning against your neck as he spills his thick, hot seed inside you.

he stays there for a moment, still buried deep, panting hard, chest pressed to yours and rising with each unsteady inhale. then he pulls out slowly, eyes fixed on the way his cum spills from you and drips down your thighs, letting out a satisfied hum.

“don’t move,” he says, already reaching for his sketchbook that was left abandoned on the floor.

“hyunjin—”

“shhh,” he coos, “you’re perfect. let me draw you like this.”

he pauses, glancing down at the creamy mess between your legs.

“maybe from memory again.”

You had thought fucking Hyunjin would get him to leave you alone. He never went back for seconds from what you had heard around campus and the kid’s been nagging you—not really because you do enjoy his company sometimes—since you TA’d one of his English Foundation classes last fall.

You figured he just wanted to try sex with a big girl given what you knew his usual hookups looked like.So, after one particularly shitty presentation—with a lecturer that you were sure hated you—you invited him over.

What you hadn’t planned on was having Hwang Hyunjin stuck on you like a lost puppy after one fuck; okay, maybe two…three times. Once in late spring, twice over the summer when he somehow kept showing up at places you frequented and now it’s the fall semester again and Hyunjin has found every opportunity to be in your bubble even befriending your friends Minho, Chan and Changbin.

“Yahhh! Hwang Hyunjin, you can’t keep doing this to me.” You groan as you push open your apartment door with him hot on your trail. This is the third date since the semester started that he’s run off.

“I don’t see why you need to be going on dates when I’m literally right here, ready and willing to do all that Muse.”

“That’s not the point Hyune.”

“It’s not? I’m hot, you’re hot. The sex is an incredibly hot bonus but at least you know it won’t be subpar and I’ll actually get you off. All you gotta do is say yes, I’m very persistent.” He smiles.

You drop your bag on the kitchen counter with more force than necessary, the thud punctuating your frustration. Hyunjin closes the door behind him—of course he follows you inside—and leans against it with that infuriating confidence that probably works on everyone else.

“Persistent is one word for it,” you mutter, yanking open the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Anything to avoid looking at him right now, at the way his hair falls perfectly even after he’s been trailing you across campus, at how his shirt rides up slightly when he crosses his arms. “Stalker is another.”

“Dramatic.” He pushes off the door and you can hear the smile in his voice as he moves closer. “I prefer ‘dedicated.’”

You spin around, pointing the water bottle at him like a weapon. “You literally interrupted my date at the restaurant, Hyunjin. You sat down at our table and ordered food.”

“The guy was boring you to tears. I could see it from across the room.”

“You were across the room watching me? Do you hear yourself right now?”

He has the audacity to shrug, unbothered, as he hops up onto your counter like he pays rent here. “I was meeting someone at the café next door and happened to look up—”

“Meeting someone? You?”

“—and I saw you doing that thing you do when you’re trying to be polite but you’d rather be anywhere else.” He tilts his head, studying you with those dark eyes that got you into this mess in the first place. “That little fake laugh, the way you keep checking your phone under the table. You did it in Professor Kim’s lecture last spring too, remember?”

You hate that he notices these things. Hate that he’s right. Hate even more that you know there was no one he was meeting; he’d literally sat at that café for an hour, coffee going cold, just waiting for the right moment to swoop in and ruin your date.

“That doesn’t give you the right to crash my dates, Hyune. We hooked up. Past tense. That’s it.”

“See, you keep saying that.” He leans forward, elbows on his knees and the air between you shifts into something heavier. “But your body language says something different. The way you let me walk you home. How you haven’t kicked me out yet. How you’ve already called me ‘Hyune’ twice in the last five minutes.”

Fuck. You hadn’t even noticed.

“I—” You falter, gripping the water bottle tighter. “That’s just habit.”

“Is it?” He slides off the counter, moving into your space slowly, giving you every chance to step back. You don’t. “Because I think you like having me around. I think you keep going on these shitty dates hoping one of them will make you stop thinking about me, about us.”

“There is no us.”

“There could be.” His voice drops lower, softer, and suddenly you’re very aware of how close he is, how warm your apartment feels. “Just say yes, Muse. One real date. Let me take you somewhere, treat you right, show you I’m not just some college kid looking for a hookup.”

“You ran off three of my dates, Hyunjin.”

“Because they weren’t good enough for you.” No hesitation, no shame. “And I am. Let me prove it.”

Your heart hammers against your ribs, treacherous thing that it is. You should say no. Should maintain the boundaries you set months ago when you decided sleeping with him was a lapse in judgment.

But god, the way he’s looking at you right now—like you’re the only thing in the world worth his attention—makes it really hard to remember why those boundaries existed in the first place.

“One date,” you hear yourself say, and his face lights up like you’ve given him the moon. “But if you fuck this up—”

“I won’t.” He’s grinning now, that devastating smile that should come with a warning label. “You won’t regret this.”

“I already do,” you lie but you’re smiling too and from the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, he knows it.

You turn your back to him as you head towards your bedroom to change out of your clothes. You know he’s going to follow you and follow he does, making himself comfortable at the foot of your bed leaning back on his arms in that lazy confident way he has while you strip out of the layers of clothes you’d been wearing.

“You’re staring, Hwang.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Annoying fucker.”

“Yeah, but you like me though.” and you don’t even have to look at him to know he’s grinning or smirking. “C’mere, muse.”

“Don’t use that tone of voice,”

“Why? Does it make you wet?”

You pause mid-motion, your shirt halfway over your head, heat crawling up your neck that has nothing to do with the layers you’re peeling off. “Hyunjin—”

“That’s not an answer.” His voice is lower now, teasing but edged with something darker that makes your stomach flip.

You yank the shirt off completely and toss it at him. He catches it easily, bringing it to his face with an exaggerated inhale that makes you roll your eyes even as your pulse quickens.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re avoiding the question.” The bed shifts as he adjusts his position before he speaks again. “Come here, Muse.”

There it is again—that voice, the one that’s all command wrapped in honey, the one that got you into trouble the first time. You should tell him to back off, remind him that one date doesn’t mean he gets to waltz back into your bed like nothing’s changed.

But your body has other ideas, already responding to his proximity, to the memory of his hands on your skin.

“This wasn’t part of the deal,” you say but your voice comes out breathier than intended as you turn to face him.

He’s still on your bed, leaning back with that infuriating smirk playing at his lips, eyes tracking every inch of you like he’s memorizing the view. “What deal? I just want you closer. We can just talk.”

“You don’t want to talk.”

“Maybe not.” He reaches out, fingers ghosting over your wrist. “But I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. Even if that’s just you sitting here, telling me about your terrible date while I try very hard to behave myself.”

You snort despite yourself. “You? Behave?”

“I can be good when properly motivated.” His thumb traces circles on your inner wrist and goddamn if that simple touch doesn’t make you want to forget every reason this is a bad idea. “So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna keep pretending you don’t want this, or are you gonna stop overthinking for once and let yourself have something good?”

You don’t know what possesses you to do it but you wrap your hands around his throat and tilt his head back just a little so he’s looking up at you. What you don’t expect is the moan that slips out of his mouth along with the way his grip tightens on both of your ass cheeks.

“You’re playing with fire, Muse.”

His pupils are blown wide, dark and wanting, and the way his breath hitches under your palms sends a thrill straight through you. You tighten your grip just slightly—not enough to hurt—just enough to feel his pulse jumping against your fingers.

“Maybe I want to get burned,” you murmur, watching the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Fuck,” he breathes and his hands slide higher, pulling you closer until you’re standing between his spread thighs. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your ass, gripping like he can’t get enough and there’s something about the way he touches you—like every curve is exactly what he wants—that makes your breath catch. “You can’t just…Muse, if you keep touching me like that, I’m not gonna be able to keep my promise about behaving.”

“Did I ask you to behave?”

Something shifts in his expression; surprise giving way to hunger, that cocky facade cracking just enough to show you the desperate want underneath. It’s intoxicating, this power you have over him, the way someone so confident turns pliant under your touch.

“You’re killing me,” he groans but he’s tilting his head back further, offering himself up. “Months. Months of you ignoring me, going on dates with other people, pretending those nights didn’t change everything—”

“It was just three nights,” you say, squeezing just a little harder and his moan is obscene.

“Three perfect nights that I can’t stop thinking about.” His hands slide from your ass to your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft skin there. “The way you look on top of me, the sounds you make, how your thighs feel wrapped around my head—” He cuts himself off with a shudder as your thumb traces along his jawline. “Please, Muse. Put me out of my misery. Tell me I’m not crazy, that you feel this too.”

You could still walk away. Should walk away. This is exactly what you were trying to avoid; getting tangled up with Hwang Hyunjin and his persistent attention, his ability to make you forget every logical reason this is complicated.

But God, the way he’s looking at you right now, like you’re everything he wants…

“You’re not crazy,” you admit quietly and watch his face transform with relief and triumph and raw need. “But you’re still annoying.”

“Yeah?” His hands slide under the waistband of your pants, palms hot against bare skin. “Wanna shut me up about it?”

Your fingers flex on his throat and before you know it the world tilts and suddenly your back hits the mattress, the air rushing from your lungs. The switch happens so fast your head spins or maybe that’s just the way he’s looking down at you under him with his hand around your throat; eyes dark with promise and that damn smirk that makes your thighs clench.

“Know you missed your favorite necklace.” He says with a grin and a flex of his fingers.

His hand spans your throat perfectly, thumb resting against your pulse point like he’s counting each racing beat. The weight of it, the controlled pressure, sends liquid heat pooling low in your belly.

“There she is,” he murmurs, leaning down until his lips brush your ear. “Been wondering how long you’d make me wait to see you like this again.”

You should probably say something cutting, remind him he’s getting ahead of himself, that agreeing to one date doesn’t mean—

But then his fingers flex, just enough pressure to make your breath catch and coherent thought becomes a distant memory. Your hands fly up to grip his wrist, not to push away but to anchor yourself as your body arches involuntarily beneath him.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he breathes against your neck, his free hand sliding down your side, tracing the curve of your waist, your hip. “Missed the way you melt for me the second I get my hands on you. All that attitude just…gone.”

“Hyunjin—” His name comes out strangled, needy, and you hate how desperate you sound. Hate more that he’s right about all of it.

“Yeah, baby?” Another flex of his fingers, his thigh pressing between yours. “Still think those other guys could give you what I can? Still think you need anyone else when you’ve got me?”

Your nails dig into his wrist and he groans, low and dirty. “That’s my girl. Mark me up, Muse. Want everyone to know exactly who I belong to.”

“Possessive bastard,” you gasp out but your hips are already rolling against his thigh, seeking friction.

“Only for you.” His mouth finds that spot below your ear that makes you whimper. “Say you’re mine. Say those dates were bullshit and you want me.”

“You’re—ah—so fucking cocky—”

“Because I’m right.” His hand tightens fractionally, and stars burst behind your eyelids. “Now answer the question, or I stop.”

“Stop and I’ll never give you head again. Know you like that thing I do with my tongue before I take it all the way in.” You grin.

He freezes above you and you feel the full-body shudder that runs through him at the memory. His hand loosens just slightly on your throat as he pulls back to look at you, eyes blazing.

“That’s playing dirty, Muse.”

“You started it,” you shoot back, running your tongue along your bottom lip deliberately. His gaze tracks the movement like a starving man watching food. “What was it you said last time? That no one’s ever—”

“Don’t.” His voice comes out strangled, hips pressing harder against you. “Fuck, you can’t just—that thing you do, that fucking swirling before you—Jesus Christ.”

The power shift is delicious. For all his cockiness, all his control, you know exactly how to unravel him. You’ve done it before, watched him fall apart with his hands fisted in your hair, saying your name like a prayer, telling you how good you look on your knees with your mouth stretched around him.

“So maybe,” you say, walking your fingers up his chest, “you should reconsider your ultimatums. Because I can be just as stubborn as you, Hwang Hyunjin, and I know all your weaknesses now.”

He drops his forehead to yours with a breathless laugh. “You’re evil. Absolutely fucking evil.”

“You like it.”

“I love it,” he corrects and something in his voice makes your heart stutter. Too honest, too raw. He catches it immediately, tries to cover with that cocky grin. “Love how you think you’re in control right now when we both know how this ends.”

“Oh? How’s that?”

His hand slides from your throat to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lips. “With you saying my name so loud your neighbors complain. Again.” He punctuates it with a roll of his hips that has you gasping. “But first, you’re gonna answer my question. Those dates—”

“Were boring,” you admit, because fuck it, he’s not going to let this go. “Happy?”

“Getting there.” His smile is pure sin. “Now tell me you’re mine.”

“Make me.”

The words are barely out of your mouth before his eyes go molten, that pretty face transforming into something predatory and hungry. His hand slides back to your throat, not squeezing, just possessive.

“Oh, Muse,” he says, voice dropping an octave that goes straight between your thighs. “You really shouldn’t have said that.”

Before you can respond with something appropriately bratty, he captures your mouth in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and months of pent-up frustration. It’s not gentle—Hyunjin’s never been gentle when he’s like this, wound up and desperate—and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Months,” he growls against your lips, kissing down your jaw. “Months of watching you pretend you don’t think about this.” His teeth graze your pulse point and you gasp. “Watching you go on dates with guys who couldn’t possibly know what you need.”

His free hand slides down your stomach, fingers playing at the waistband of your pants. He doesn’t move to remove them yet, just traces patterns that make your hips lift involuntarily.

“Hyune—”

“Shh,” he soothes, but there’s nothing gentle about the way he’s looking at you. “You wanted me to make you admit it, right? That’s what this is?” He pops the button of your pants with practiced ease. “Let me remind you exactly what you’ve been missing.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you manage but it comes out breathless.

“Maybe.” He drags the zipper down slowly, torturously. “But you like it. Like when I call you out on your bullshit.” His fingers slip just beneath the waistband of your underwear, not touching where you need him yet, just teasing. “Like when I don’t let you hide.”

You dig your nails into his shoulders through his shirt, trying to pull him closer but he resists. That damn smirk is back.

“Patience, pretty baby. We’ve got all night and I’m gonna take my time reminding you exactly why you can’t stop thinking about me.”

“Cocky—” The word cuts off in a moan as his hand finally, finally slides lower, cupping you through the thin fabric. The heel of his palm grinds against your clit and your vision goes hazy.

“What was that?” He does it again, watching your face. “Couldn’t quite hear you over all those pretty sounds you’re making.”

“I said you’re—fuck—” He adds pressure and your argument dissolves entirely.

“That’s what I thought.” His mouth finds that spot below your ear. “You can act tough all you want, Muse, but your body tells me everything I need to know.”

He hooks his fingers in your waistband but doesn’t pull down yet. Just waits, making you squirm.

“Tell me you want this,” he murmurs against your neck. “Tell me those dates were bullshit attempts to forget about us.”

“There is no us—”

He pulls his hand away entirely and you actually whimper at the loss. His answering laugh is dark and knowing.

“No? Then I guess you don’t need me to—”

“Don’t you dare.” You grab his wrist, pulling his hand back and his eyes light up with victory.

“Then say it.” He starts pulling your pants down, slowly, watching you the whole time. “Say you thought about me while you were out with them. Say you compared them to me and they didn’t measure up.”

The worst part is he’s right. Every single date, you’d found yourself thinking about Hyunjin; the way he laughs at your terrible jokes, how he brings you coffee during your TA sessions without being asked, the way he looks at you like you’re the most fascinating thing in the world.

And yeah, the sex. Definitely the sex.

“They were boring,” you finally admit, lifting your hips so he can slide your pants and underwear down your legs. The cool air makes you shiver, or maybe that’s just the way he’s looking at you, like he wants to devour you whole.

“Boring,” he repeats, tossing your clothes somewhere behind him. His hands slide up your thighs, gripping the soft flesh there, spreading you wider. “Just boring?”

“Hyunjin, please—”

“Please what?” He settles between your legs but doesn’t touch you yet. Just looks, and the hunger in his eyes makes you clench around nothing. “I want to hear you say it, Muse. Want to hear you admit that this—” he finally drags one finger through your wetness, and you gasp, “—is all for me.”

“You’re the worst,” you breathe but your hips chase his touch.

“Yeah?” He circles your clit once, twice, before pulling away again. “The worst, but you’re soaking for me anyway. Been like this all night, haven’t you? Sitting across from that guy, being polite, while thinking about what I could do to you instead.”

You want to deny it, but he chooses that moment to slide two fingers inside you, curling them exactly right and the truth spills out in a broken moan.

“There she is.” His voice is reverent now, awed. “Fuck, I missed this. Missed watching you fall apart for me.” He sets a rhythm that has your back arching, your hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets. “Missed the way you get so wet, so ready. Like your body knows exactly who it belongs to even when you’re being stubborn about it.”

“Not—ah—yours,” you try, but it’s weak even to your own ears.

His thumb finds your clit and you nearly sob. “No? Then why are you grinding on my hand like you’re desperate for it? Why’d you let me follow you home, let me in your apartment, your bedroom?” He leans down, breath hot against your ear. “Why haven’t you kicked me out yet, baby?”

Because you can’t. Because despite every logical reason for why this is a bad idea, you want him. Have wanted him since that first night when he’d looked at you like you were everything, touched you like you were precious, fucked you like you were the only thing that mattered.

“Say it,” he demands, adding a third finger that has you seeing stars. “Say you’re mine and I’ll give you everything you need. Make you come so hard you forget every other guy’s name.”

“Fuck—Hyunjin—I can’t—”

“You can.” His fingers speed up, hitting that spot inside you that makes your thighs shake. “Come on, Muse. Stop being stubborn and just admit it. Admit you want this, want me, want us.”

He’s relentless and you can feel your orgasm building, pressure coiling tight in your belly. Your hands find his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan.

“That’s it,” he encourages, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit. “Take what you need, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

You’re so close, teetering on the edge and he knows it. Can probably feel it in the way you’re clenching around his fingers, the way your breathing has gone ragged.

“Just say it,” he coaxes, softer now but no less demanding. “Three little words and I’ll make you come. That’s all, Muse. Just tell me the truth.”

Pride wars with desperation but your body makes the decision for you; arching into his touch, chasing the release only he seems capable of giving you.

“Yours,” you finally gasp out. “I’m yours, okay? Happy now?”

His smile is blinding, triumphant, before his mouth crashes into yours. “So fucking happy,” he murmurs against your lips and then his fingers curl just right and you’re gone, falling apart in his arms while he swallows your moans and tells you how perfect you are, how good, how his.

You’re still trembling through the aftershocks when he slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean with an obscene moan that makes heat coil in your belly all over again despite having just come.

“Missed that too,” he says with a little pat to your sensitive cunt, eyes dark as he watches you try to catch your breath. “The way you taste. Been thinking about it for months.”

“You’re such a fucking munch,” you manage but there’s no heat behind it. Can’t be, not when you’re boneless and satisfied and he’s looking at you like that.

“Wonder whose fault that is?” He’s already pulling his shirt over his head, revealing all that lean muscle you’ve tried very hard not to think about. “And we’re not done. Not even close.”

Your eyes track the movement of his hands as he works his belt loose, the clink of metal loud in your quiet bedroom. “Confident.”

“Realistic,” he corrects, shoving his jeans down. “You think one orgasm is enough to make up for months? I’ve got a lot of lost time to account for, Muse.”

He’s not wrong. Even now, barely recovered, you want him. Want his weight on you, in you, surrounding you. It’s infuriating how easily he gets under your skin.

“Come here,” you say, reaching for him and he goes willingly, settling between your thighs like he belongs there.

His cock presses against you, hard and hot, and you both groan at the contact. He rocks against you slowly, coating himself in your wetness, the head catching on your clit with each deliberate thrust.

“Hyune—” Your nails rake down his back and he hisses.

“What, baby? Use your words.” He’s teasing, the bastard, dragging this out when you both know what you want.

“Stop teasing.”

“But you’re so pretty when you’re desperate.” He does it again, that maddening slide that’s almost enough but not quite. “Flushed and needy and all mine.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, trying to angle him where you need him, but he doesn’t budge just holds himself just out of reach with that infuriating smirk.

“Ask nicely.”

“I’m going to kill you,” you threaten but it comes out more pleading than murderous.

“You love me,” he says, and then seems to realize what he’s said. For a moment, the cocky mask slips and you see something vulnerable underneath, hope and fear and want all tangled together.

The moment stretches between you, weighted with things neither of you are ready to name.

“Hyunjin,” you say softly, cupping his face. “Fuck me. Please.”

It’s enough. He reaches between you, lining himself up, and then he’s pushing inside with one slow, devastating thrust that has you both gasping. The stretch is perfect, familiar, like your body remembered exactly how he feels.

“Fuck,” he breathes, dropping his forehead to yours. “Fuck, Muse, you feel—” He can’t finish the sentence, too overwhelmed, and something about seeing him undone like this makes your chest tight.

“Move,” you urge, rolling your hips. “Baby, please move.”

He pulls out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back in hard enough to punch the air from your lungs. Sets a rhythm that’s punishing and perfect, each thrust hitting so deep you see stars.

“This,” he grits out, punctuating the word with a particularly hard thrust. “This is what you’ve been missing. What those other guys could never give you.” His hand finds your throat again, not squeezing, just holding. “Tell me. Tell me they didn’t fuck you like this.”

“They didn’t—” You gasp as he changes angles, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. “Didn’t even—fuck—didn’t even have a chance—”

“Because they don’t know you.” His thumb traces your racing pulse. His other hand grips your thigh to hook your leg over his shoulder, fingers digging into the soft flesh there and pulling you tighter against him. “Don’t know that you like it rough. Like when I hold you down and take what’s mine.”

He proves his point by pinning your wrists above your head with his free hand, holding you completely at his mercy. The position makes your breasts press up and he takes advantage, ducking his head to drag his teeth across one nipple.

“Don’t know how fucking perfect you are when you let go and just feel.”

You should probably protest at the possessive way he’s talking, the assumption that he knows you better than you know yourself. But he does know you, knows exactly how to make you fall apart, how to push you right to the edge and keep you there.

“Harder,” you demand because if you’re doing this, if you’re giving in, you might as well get everything you want.

His answering laugh is strained. “Greedy girl.” But he complies, fucking into you with enough force that your headboard starts hitting the wall. “That what you need? Need me to ruin you so you can’t even think about anyone else?”

“Yes—fuck yes—”

“Good.” He releases your wrists to hitch your other leg higher over his hip, the new angle making you cry out. “Because that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

His hand slides between your bodies, finding your clit and the dual sensation is almost too much. You can feel another orgasm building, faster this time, pulled tight like a wire about to snap.

“Hyune, I’m close—”

“I know, baby, I can feel it.” His rhythm is getting erratic, chasing his own release. “Come for me. Wanna feel you squeeze my cock, wanna watch you fall apart.”

“Come with me,” you gasp, pulling him down into a kiss that’s more breathing into each other’s mouths than anything else. “Want to feel you—”

“Fuck…Muse—” The nickname becomes a chant as his hips stutter and the desperation in his voice is what tips you over. Your second orgasm hits harder than the first, pleasure white-hot and all-consuming, and you feel him follow seconds later with a groan that you swallow down.

He collapses on top of you, both of you sweaty and spent and trembling. For a long moment, there’s nothing but heavy breathing and the occasional aftershock, his cock still buried inside you like he can’t bear to separate yet.

“So,” he finally says, voice muffled against your neck. “Still think those dates were a good idea?”

You smack his shoulder weakly. “Cálla.”

“Make me.” But there’s no heat behind it, just lazy satisfaction.

You wrap your legs tight around him and roll him onto his back as you settle on top of him. The ride you start is slow and torturous, hands on his chest as you lift until only the tip is inside before you drop all the way back down.

His eyes go wide when you flip him, a startled laugh escaping before it melts into a groan as you sink back down onto him. He’s still sensitive from coming, you can tell by the way his abs clench, the way his hands fly to your hips with a grip that’s going to leave bruises.

His fingers span your hips, thumbs pressing into the soft give of your stomach and there’s something almost reverent in the way he’s looking up at you, like he can’t quite believe you’re real.

“Fuck, baby, what are you—”

“Teaching you a lesson,” you murmur, rising up slowly, torturously slow, until just his tip is inside. His fingers dig into your flesh, trying to pull you back down but you resist. “About running your mouth.”

You drop down hard and he chokes on whatever he was going to say, head falling back against the pillows. The oversensitivity makes him twitch inside you, makes his thighs tense beneath you.

“Baby, I just—ah fuck—”

You do it again. And again. Setting a pace that’s designed to drive him insane, that has him writhing beneath you and trying to thrust up to meet you. But you keep the control, keep him exactly where you want him.

“What’s wrong?” You drag your nails down his chest, watching red lines bloom in their wake. “Thought you liked being in charge. Liked making me beg.”

“I do—fuck, I do—but you’re gonna kill me—” His feet plant on the mattress, trying to get leverage, trying to fuck up into you harder.

That’s when your hand wraps around his throat again.

The effect is immediate and devastating. His whole body goes taut, cock throbbing inside you and the moan that tears from him is absolutely wrecked.

“Stay still,” you command, squeezing just enough to make his breath catch. “You’re going to take what I give you, understand?”

“Fuck,yes, yes—” His eyes are glazed, pupils blown so wide there’s barely any iris left. His hands fall away from your hips, surrendering, and the sight of Hwang Hyunjin—cocky, confident, always-in-control Hyunjin—completely at your mercy sends a rush of power through you.

You start riding him in earnest now, the way you know drives him crazy. Rolling your hips on the downstroke, clenching around him deliberately, using him for your own pleasure while your hand stays firm on his throat.

“Oh god…oh fuck, Muse—” He’s babbling now, coherence lost. His hands scrabble at the sheets, his back arching. “Please,please, I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” You lean down, maintaining the pressure on his throat as you change the angle. “Can’t handle what you’ve been begging for? Can’t take being fucked the way you fuck me?”

“No…yes, fuck—” Tears are gathering at the corners of his eyes from the intensity. “Don’t stop—please don’t stop—”

You weren’t planning to. Not when he looks like this; absolutely destroyed, that pretty face twisted in almost painful pleasure, completely yours. Your free hand slides up to pinch his nipple and he nearly sobs.

“You’re so good like this,” you tell him and mean it. “So perfect when you let go. When you stop trying to control everything and just feel.”

“For you—” he gasps out. “Only for you—”

Your rhythm is relentless now, chasing your third orgasm of the night while he falls apart beneath you. You can feel him getting close again despite having just come, his cock swelling impossibly harder inside you.

“Gonna come again already?” You tighten your grip on his throat fractionally and he keens. “Greedy boy. So desperate for it.”

“Please—” It’s barely a whisper. “Please, Muse, I need—”

“I know what you need.” You lean down to bite at his jaw, his neck, marking him the way he marked you. “Need to come inside me again. Need to fill me up until it’s dripping down my thighs.”

“Yes! fuck yes,please let me—”

“Then come,” you order, releasing his throat and clenching around him as hard as you can. “Come for me, Hyunjin.”

He does, with a shout that’s definitely going to have your neighbors complaining, his whole body seizing as he spills inside you. The feeling of it, the heat and the way he pulses, triggers your own orgasm; smaller than the first two but no less intense for it.

You collapse onto his chest, both of you gasping for air. His arms come around you immediately, holding you close despite the way you’re both trembling.

“Jesus Christ,” he finally manages, voice absolutely wrecked. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“Payback,” you mumble against his skin, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath your cheek.

“Worth it.” His hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “So fucking worth it.”

You can feel him softening inside you, the mess of both of you starting to leak out, but neither of you move. Just lie there tangled together, his thumb stroking lazy circles against your scalp.

“So,” he says after a while, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “About that date…”

You bite his shoulder hard enough to make him yelp. “One thing at a time, Hwang.”

His laugh rumbles through his chest. “Yes ma’am.”

You shift to look up at him, finding him watching you with an expression so soft it makes your breath catch. His free hand comes up to trace the curve of your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

“Lemme stay,” he says quietly. “Tonight. Don’t kick me out this time.”

“I never kicked you out—”

“You very politely suggested that I had to go.” His lips quirk. “Three times. Spring semester, twice over summer. Same thing.”

You study his face; the vulnerability lurking beneath the teasing, the hope he’s trying to hide. “You’re clingy when you’re fucked out.”

“Mhmm,” he admits, no shame in it. “So is that a yes?”

You could say no. Should probably establish some boundaries, maintain some distance. But you’re warm and sated and he’s looking at you like that, and—

“Fine,” you relent. “But you’re the big spoon because I’m not sleeping on my back all night.”

His grin is blinding. “Deal.”

He finally pulls out, both of you wincing at the sensitivity, and disappears to your bathroom. Returns with a warm washcloth and cleans you up with a gentleness that feels at odds with how you’d just fucked each other into the mattress.

“Such a gentleman,” you tease as he tosses the cloth aside and climbs back into bed.

“Only for you,” he says again, pulling you against his chest and draping himself around you. His hand splays across your stomach, thumb tracing idle patterns on your skin. “See? Perfect big spoon.”

You hum in agreement, already feeling sleep pulling at you. His warmth surrounds you, solid and safe, and you find yourself relaxing into it despite your better judgment.

“Muse?” His voice is soft, almost hesitant.

“Mm?”

“I meant what I said. About wanting this to be real. About—” He pauses and you feel him press a kiss to your shoulder. “About all of it.”

Your heart does something complicated in your chest. “I know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You lace your fingers with his where they rest on your stomach. “Now shut up and let me sleep.”

His quiet laugh stirs your hair. “Okay, baby.”

And wrapped in his arms, his heartbeat steady against your back, you let yourself drift off with a small smile on your face.

You wake up to a wet, heated sensation between your legs and when you look down, Hyunjin’s looking up at you from between your thighs, morning light filtering through your curtains and painting his skin gold.

“About time you woke up. Been down here for half an hour, baby.”

“Hyune,” you breathe, still half-asleep, and your hand automatically goes to his hair.

“Love it when you call me that.” He mumbles against your inner thigh, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin. You can already see the marks blooming there, evidence of his dedication. “Especially all sleepy like this.”

Your brain is still foggy with sleep, trying to catch up, but your body already knows; hips lifting into his mouth, thighs spreading wider to give him better access.

“Half an hour?” you manage, voice rough. “Why didn’t you—ah—wake me?”

He pulls back just enough to smirk up at you, lips glistening. “Wanted to see how long it would take. How deep I could get you before you woke up.” His tongue drags slowly through your folds and your grip tightens in his hair. “You were making the prettiest sounds in your sleep, Muse. Kept saying my name.”

“I did not—”

“You did.” He punctuates it with a kiss to your inner thigh, sucking another mark. “Kept squirming too, pressing that perfect ass back against me. Think you were dreaming about me?”

You were, actually. Hazy images of last night and the early hours of the morning bleeding into new scenarios, his hands and mouth everywhere. But you’re not about to admit that.

“You’re imagining things,” you say, trying for dismissive but it comes out breathy when he sucks a mark higher on your thigh.

“Am I?” His hands slide up to grip your hips, fingers pressing into the soft flesh there as he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, to his mouth. “Then why are you so wet already? Been like this since I started, baby. So ready for me.”

His mouth returns to where you need it, tongue circling your clit with maddening precision. He’s not rushing, not trying to make you come quickly; just exploring, savoring, taking his time like he has all day.

“Hyunjin—” Your head falls back against the pillow as he slides two fingers inside, curling them just right. “Fuck—”

“Love the way you say my name,” he murmurs against you, the vibration making you gasp. “Especially first thing in the morning, all sleepy and needy.” He adds a third finger and you arch off the bed. “Missed waking up with you. Missed getting to do this.”

You want to tell him he’s only been in your bed three times before—spring semester, twice over summer—and each time you’d basically kicked him out the morning after. That this isn’t some regular thing. But then he swirls his tongue over your clit before sucking making your thighs shake, and all coherent thought evaporates.

“That’s it,” he encourages, feeling you clench around his fingers. “Let me take care of you, Muse. Let me make you feel good.”

His free hand slides up your stomach, over your ribs, palming your breast. His thumb brushes over your nipple and the dual sensation has you arching into his touch. He’s everywhere, surrounding you, consuming you, and it’s overwhelming in the best way.

“Close already?” There’s satisfaction in his voice as your hips start rolling against his face. “That’s my girl. So responsive for me.”

“Don’t—ah,don’t stop—”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He seals his lips around your clit and sucks, fingers pumping faster, and you squirt with a cry that echoes off the bedroom walls as you make a mess of his face and your sheets.

He works you through it, gentling his touches as you come down, pressing soft kisses to your thighs, your hip bones, your stomach. When he finally crawls back up your body, his face is wet with you and he’s grinning like he’s won the lottery.

“Good morning,” he says, entirely too pleased with himself.

You’re still trying to remember how to breathe. “You’re insane.”

“Crazy about you,” he corrects, dropping a kiss to your shoulder. Then another to your collarbone. “Couldn’t help myself. You looked so pretty sleeping, and I’ve been thinking about doing that since you kicked me out last time.”

“I didn’t kick you out—”

“You strongly suggested I should leave because you had shit to do,” he reminds you, nipping at your jaw. “Wouldn’t even let me stay for breakfast. Three different times.”

“Because it was supposed to be a one-time thing.”

“Three-time thing,” he corrects. “And clearly not a one-time anything because here we are again and you’re not exactly complaining.”

He’s not wrong. You should be kicking him out right now, reestablishing boundaries, reminding him that one date doesn’t mean he gets to—

“Stop thinking so loud,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “I can literally hear you overthinking from here.”

“I’m not—”

“You are.” He shifts, settling beside you so he can look at you properly. His hair is a mess from your hands, lips swollen, and there’s something soft in his eyes that makes your chest tight. “Look, I know this is complicated. I know you’ve got reasons for keeping me at arm’s length. But Muse…” His hand cups your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “I meant what I said last night. I want this. Want you. Not just the sex—though fuck, the sex is incredible—but all of it.”

“Hyunjin…”

“I’m not asking you to marry me,” he says quickly. “Just…give me a real chance. Let me take you on that date. Let me prove that you’re more than a hookup.”

The earnestness in his voice, in his expression, makes something in your chest crack open. Because the truth is, you want it too. Want him. Have wanted him since that first night when he stayed after, ordering takeout and arguing with you about the themes in the book you were teaching, making you laugh until your sides hurt before he rearranged your guts again.

“Like I said, one date,” you hear yourself say, and his face lights up. “But if you screw this up—”

“I won’t.” He’s kissing you before you can finish the threat, enthusiastic and clumsy and perfect. “I promise, Muse. I’m gonna make you so happy you agreed to this.”

“You’re still in my bed naked,” you point out. “Shouldn’t you go home and shower or something?”

His grin turns wicked. “Actually, I was thinking we could shower together. Save water. Be environmentally conscious.”

“That is not—”

But he’s already pulling you up, laughing at your protests, and somehow you end up in the shower with him anyway. His hands are gentle as he washes your hair, his kisses slow and sweet under the spray, and you let yourself have this—have him—without overthinking it for once.

When you finally emerge, clean and wrapped in towels, he immediately starts raiding your closet.

“What are you doing?”

“Finding clothes,” he says, pulling out one of your hoodies. “This’ll work.”

“That’s mine.”

“It’s ours now.” He pulls it on and it’s slightly too small on him, riding up to show a strip of his stomach, but he looks entirely too pleased with himself. “Perfect.”

“You should go home and get your own clothes.”

“Why?” He asks pulling the sheet off of your bed looking at you expectantly as you pass him a fresh set which he puts on before he sprawls on it like he owns it. “It’s Saturday. Neither of us has anywhere to be.”

“Don’t you have—I don’t know, plans? Things to do?”

“My only plan was you,” he says, patting the space next to him. “And I’m exactly where I want to be.”

You should insist. Should maintain some boundaries, not let him get too comfortable. But he’s looking at you with those warm eyes, your too-small hoodie riding up to show that strip of stomach, and you find yourself giving in.

“Fine,” you relent, settling next to him on the bed. “But you’re buying or making food as long as you’re here.”

“Deal.” He immediately pulls you against him, arranging you so your back is against his chest, his arms wrapped around your middle. “What do you want to do today?”

“I was going to catch up on that show I mentioned.”

“The murder mystery one?”

You twist to look at him, surprised. “How did you know?”

He shrugs, but there’s something vulnerable in his expression. “You mentioned it. Three weeks ago, after your TA session. You said it looked interesting but you hadn’t had time.”

Your chest does something complicated. “You remember that?”

“I remember everything you tell me,” he says simply.

“You’re such a simp.”

“Only for you,” he says, and presses a kiss to your temple. “Now come on, let’s go watch your show. But I’m warning you, it’s always the butler.”

“How do you know?”

“It’s always the butler.” He sounds entirely too confident.

“That’s such a cliché—”

“Wanna bet?”

You twist to look at him. “What are the stakes?”

His grin is wicked. “If I’m right, you come to my friends’ New Year’s party with me.”

“And if you’re wrong?”

“Then I’ll stop interrupting your dates.”

You snort. “You’re that confident?”

“In my detective skills? Absolutely.” He pauses. “Also I may have already watched the first episode when you mentioned it.”

“Hwang Hyunjin!”

He’s laughing now, trying to fend off your playful smacks. “What! I wanted to be able to talk to you about it! That’s romantic!”

“That’s cheating!”

“Okay, okay—” He catches your wrists, still grinning. “New bet. Come to the party with me anyway, and if the butler isn’t the killer, I’ll make you that pasta dish you said looked good on Instagram.”

“You follow my Instagram?”

“Have for months,” he admits, shameless. “You post the best food pics. Also that selfie you posted last week? In the library? Saved it.”

You don’t know whether to be flattered or concerned. “You’re obsessed.”

“Completely,” he agrees easily. “So? Deal?”

You should say no. Should not agree to go to a party with his friends, to blur these lines even further. But he’s looking at you hopefully, and—

“Fine. But the pasta better be amazing if you’re wrong.”

“It will be,” he promises, and seals it with a kiss.

You end up on the couch, you settled between his legs with your back against his chest, starting the show. He was right, the butler did do it, which he’s entirely too smug about. But you find you don’t really mind, especially when he keeps pressing random kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, clearly only half-paying attention to the show.

“Hyune,” you murmur during the second episode. “You’re missing it.”

“Don’t care,” he says against your skin. “This is better.”

“The whole point of watching together—”

“Is spending time with you. Which I’m doing.” He nips at your earlobe. “The murder mystery is just a bonus.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“You like it,” he counters, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

Halfway through the fifth episode, your stomach growls loudly. Hyunjin laughs, the sound rumbling through his chest into your back.

“Lunch?” he suggests.

“It’s almost two. More like late lunch.”

“Even better.” But he doesn’t let go of you, just tightens his arms. “In a minute.”

“Hyunjin, I’m hungry.”

“Just—” He buries his face in your neck. “One more minute like this.”

Something warm and dangerous blooms in your chest. “Okay. One more minute.”

You give him five before standing up and pulling him with you toward the kitchen. “Come on. If you’re staying, you’re helping.”

“What are we making?”

“I was thinking cheesy kimchi fried rice? Nothing fancy, but—”

“Perfect,” he interrupts, already moving toward your fridge. “Comfort food. I can work with that.”

You expect him to be useless in the kitchen—he gives off those vibes—but he surprises you. He moves around your space with ease, finding things without asking.

“You can actually cook,” you observe, surprised.

“My mom made sure I all knew the basics,” he says, focused on cutting sausages and spam.

“And?”

“I’m no chef but I can handle myself fairly well in the kitchen,” he says. “It’s not really different from painting or drawing once you get used to it.”

“Big talk.”

“You’ll see.”

You work together comfortably; you handle the side dishes while he fries the rice. He keeps stealing touches; a hand on your waist as he moves past you, fingers brushing yours when you hand him the cheese, a kiss pressed to your shoulder when you’re stirring the adding radish to a bowl.

“You’re very touchy today,” you comment, not exactly complaining.

“Making up for lost time,” he says simply. “Plus you keep trying to kick me out in the mornings. Gotta get my fill while I can.”

“I don’t—” You pause. “Okay, maybe I do.”

“You do.” He flips the sandwich expertly. “Spring semester, you basically pushed me out the door. Said you had to work on your thesis.”

“I did have to work on my thesis.”

“At 7 AM on a Sunday?”

“…Yes?”

He gives you a look that says he doesn’t believe you for a second. “And the first time in summer, you had that ‘emergency meeting’ with your advisor.”

“That was real!”

“Mhm. And the second time, you suddenly remembered you had plans with your friends.”

You’re quiet, because okay, he’s got you there. Each time you’d basically panicked the morning after, overwhelmed by how comfortable it felt having him in your space, how much you didn’t want him to leave. So you’d created excuses, put up walls, tried to maintain distance.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally. “That was shitty of me.”

“Hey.” He turns and faces you properly, hands on your hips. “I get it. I’m younger, still in undergrad, not exactly what you probably pictured for yourself. And I came on really strong that first time. I get why you freaked out.”

“It’s not—” You struggle with the words. “It’s not about your age, really. It’s just…complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he says softly. “We can just…be. No pressure, no expectations. Just us figuring this out together.”

“You make it sound simple.”

“Because it is.” He cups your face in his hands looking at you. “I like you. You like me. Everything else is just noise.”

You want to argue, to point out all the ways it’s not that simple. But he’s looking at you with such earnest honesty that you find yourself nodding instead.

“Okay,” you say. “We can try.”

His smile is brilliant. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. But Hyunjin?” You poke his chest. “No more interrupting my dates.”

“Deal. Mainly because you won’t be going on them anymore.”

“Cocky.”

“Confident,” he corrects, and kisses you until the rice is in danger of burning.

You eat lunch curled up on the couch, his arm around your shoulders, arguing about the show and laughing at his terrible theories about who’s going to die next. It’s easy, comfortable, like you’ve been doing this for years instead of dancing around each other for months.

“So this party,” you say eventually. “Your friends’ New Year’s thing.”

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” he says quickly. “I know I kind of blackmailed you into agreeing—”

“I’ll come,” you interrupt. “Might be nice.”

His face lights up. “Really?”

“Really. But Hyunjin?” You level him with a look. “This counts as our first date, right? The party?”

“What? No!” He sits up, looking genuinely distressed. “No, I’m taking you on a proper date first. Dinner, the whole thing. The party is just…the party.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he insists. “I want to do this right, Muse. Take you somewhere nice, show you off, prove I’m not just—” He gestures vaguely. “I want to date you. Properly.”

The sincerity in his voice makes your chest tight. “Okay. When?”

“Monday?” he suggests. “I know this place downtown, really good food, and it’s quiet enough that we can actually talk.”

“Monday works,” you agree, smiling at his enthusiasm.

“Perfect.” He pulls you back against him, clearly pleased with himself. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date,” you confirm, and let him hold you as you finish lunch, the show playing forgotten in the background.

He doesn’t leave until nearly evening, and even then it’s reluctantly, with promises to text you when he gets home and reminders about Monday. When the door finally closes behind him, your apartment feels too quiet, too empty.

You’re in so much trouble.

Monday—The Date

Hyunjin shows up at your door an hour early, flowers in hand and wearing a sleek all-black ensemble that makes him look unfairly good while you’re still getting ready.

“You look beautiful,” he says, and the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the only thing in the world worth seeing—makes you believe him despite your half-dressed state and bare feet.

“You’re early.”

“I missed you.”

You hum, stepping aside to let him in but your eyes are still dragging over him from head to toe. That deep-cut silk shirt is doing traitorous things to your lower regions, the fabric clinging to his frame in ways that should be illegal. The top three buttons are undone, exposing his collarbones and a hint of his chest, and the way the material catches the light makes your mouth go dry.

“These are gorgeous, thank you.” You take the flowers from him—red and white roses, your favorites, which means he remembered—with a kiss to his cheek and move to the kitchen to place them in a vase with water. Your hands are steadier than you feel as you arrange them, hyperaware of his presence behind you, the weight of his gaze.

“Not as gorgeous as you,” he murmurs against your temple.

You roll your eyes but can’t suppress your smile as you continue to arrange the flowers carefully before placing them on the counter where you can see them.

When you turn back, he’s still watching you with that look that makes your stomach flip.

“Come on,” you say, gesturing toward your bedroom. “I still need to finish getting ready.”

He follows, settling onto your bed in that way he does; legs spread just enough to be distracting, one arm propped behind him, looking like he belongs there. Like he’s always belonged there.

You move back to your vanity, trying to focus on putting in your second earring, but you can feel his eyes on you in the mirror. Tracking every movement.

“You’re staring,” you say without looking at him directly.

“Can you blame me?”

Your eyes find his in the mirror, and something about the way he’s looking at you—hungry but patient, like he’s content to just watch you exist—makes heat pool low in your belly. Your mouth speaks before you can stop yourself.

“Unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants.”

There’s a beat of silence. “What?”

“You heard me.” You turn on your heels, the satin of your dress whispering against your skin as you face him fully. “Or are you going to pretend like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing, showing up an hour early and dressed like lust incarnate?”

You walk toward him slowly, deliberately, watching the way his throat works as he swallows. The deep-cut back of your dress matches his aesthetic perfectly—the two of you look like vampire royalty, all dark elegance and barely restrained hunger.

He smirks, but his hands don’t move. “What are you planning?”

“To suck your cock.”

The bluntness of it makes his eyes darken further, his pupils blown wide. You stop in front of him, leaning forward with your hands on his thighs, giving him a perfect view down the front of your dress. No bra—just you and the slippery satin and the promise of what’s underneath.

“Unless you’d rather just sit there looking pretty?” you murmur, your voice dropping to something darker, more teasing.

“We have reservations,” he says, but his voice is rough, strained.

“In an hour.” Your hands slide higher, fingertips grazing the buckle of his belt. “Plenty of time.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, and then his hands are moving, unbuckling, unzipping, giving you what you want because he always does. Always will. The metallic clink as he unbuckles it sends a thrill through you. He unzips his pants, lifting his hips just enough to push them down slightly, and the sight of him—already half-hard and straining against his boxer briefs—makes your mouth water.

You sink to your knees between his legs, and the look on his face—reverent and wrecked and completely gone for you—makes every second worth it.

“Someone’s eager,” you observe, trailing one finger along the outline of him through the fabric.

His hips jerk involuntarily. “You can’t say shit like that and expect me not to be.”

You smile, slow and satisfied, the carpet is soft beneath you, and the way he’s looking down at you—pupils blown wide, lips parted, chest rising and falling a little too fast—makes you feel powerful.

“We’re going to be late,” he manages, even as his hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone with surprising tenderness.

“Then we’ll be late.” You hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging them down just enough to free him. “Besides, you showed up early. This is on you.”

Whatever response he has dies on his lips the moment yours wrap around him.

The restaurant he’s chosen is intimate and upscale, the kind of place with candlelight and wine lists that read like novels. You’re grateful you touched up your makeup in the car, though Hyunjin had watched you do it with a satisfied smirk that suggested he wasn’t sorry at all for the delay.

“Stop looking so smug,” you tell him as the host leads you to your table.

“I’m not smug. I’m content. There’s a difference.”

“Mmhm.” But you’re smiling too as he pulls out your chair for you, ever the gentleman despite what happened less than an hour ago.

Dinner is perfect. He’s charming and attentive, asking about your research with genuine interest, actually listening to your answers instead of just waiting for his turn to talk. He asks follow-up questions, remembers details you mentioned weeks ago, makes connections you hadn’t even considered.

He tells you about his classes; about the choreography project that’s been consuming him, the way movement can tell stories that words can’t. He talks about his friends with obvious affection, about his plans after graduation (vague and artistic and somehow perfectly him), about the contemporary dance company he’s been considering auditioning for.

The conversation flows easily, punctuated by his terrible jokes that still somehow make you laugh, by the way he reaches across the table to steal bites from your plate, by the comfortable silences that don’t feel awkward at all.

“This is nice,” you say over dessert, watching him fight with a particularly stubborn piece of chocolate cake after finishing your tiramisu.

“Yeah?” He grins, victorious as he finally gets the fork to cooperate. “Told you I could do dates.”

“Don’t get too cocky.”

“Too late,” he says, but his eyes are warm, crinkling at the corners with genuine happiness. “Besides, you like it.”

You do. God help you, you really do. You like his confidence, his humor, the way he looks at you like you’re something precious. You like how he makes you feel—desired and seen and worth the effort. You like how he remembers small details you’ve mentioned in passing, how he laughs at your sarcasm instead of being put off by it.

“Maybe,” you concede, stealing his hard-won bite of cake just to watch him protest.

He gasps in mock outrage. “Betrayal! Treachery!”

“Should’ve eaten faster.”

“You’re terrible,” he says, but he’s laughing, flagging down the waiter to order a second dessert, and when it arrives, he makes a big show of guarding it from you.

The drive home is quieter, softer. His hand finds yours on the center console, fingers intertwining, and you let yourself enjoy the simple intimacy of it. The city lights blur past the windows, painting streaks of gold and red across the darkness, and you feel oddly at peace.

When he drops you home that night, he walks you to your door like a perfect gentleman. Kisses you with a sweetness that makes your chest ache, all soft lips and gentle hands framing your face. He pulls back before it can turn into more, before either of you can get swept away, and the restraint in his eyes tells you how much it costs him.

“New Year’s Eve,” he reminds you, thumbs stroking your cheekbones. “I’ll pick you up at nine?”

“I’ll be ready.”

He kisses you once more, quick and sweet, before stepping back. “Wear something eye catching. My friends are going to love you but I want them to be a little jealous too.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Goodnight, Hyunjin.”

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

And as you watch him walk away, hands in his pockets, turning back once to flash you that devastating smile, you realize you’re actually looking forward to it; to meeting his friends, to being by his side, to whatever this thing between you is becoming.

You’re definitely in trouble.

But maybe, just maybe, that’s okay.

Inside, you lean against the door, fingers touching your lips where you can still feel the ghost of his kiss. The flowers he brought sit on your counter, beautiful and bright, and your phone buzzes with a text.

Hyune🥟🥰: Already missing you You: You just left Hyune🥟🥰: Doesn’t change anything Hyune🥟🥰: Dream about me

You smile, biting your lip, and type back:

You: Bold of you to assume I don’t already

Your phone rings immediately, his name flashing on the screen and when you answer you can hear the grin in his voice.

“Now who’s being cocky?”

“Learned from the best,” you counter, moving through your apartment, already starting your nighttime routine.