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Everyone loved Mr. Park, and of course, you were no exception.

Seonghwa was incredibly caring, attentive and the most tender father you’ve ever seen - still too early and far too dangerously hot to be called that, really, but life is full of surprises. As Mr. Park always said, he felt completely at peace with what he had now; Misol was his precious little princess, and he wouldn’t want to change a single thing.

He was the kind of man who remembered exactly how you took your coffee and the fact that you hated shrimp, who genuinely asked about your day with that gentle, slightly shy smile that made your stomach flutter, and who always found just the right words to offer support.

He always wore something so soft and cosy that, somehow, made him even more inviting, the kind of comforting warmth that left you daydreaming about crawling into his lap, pressing your face into his chest, and staying there for hours while his long fingers stroked your hair. Sweet, kind, endlessly patient… and a real walking wet dream.

Because beneath all that gentle charm and pastel shades was pure sin wrapped in golden skin. It was subtle — just a dark flash in the depths of his large, sparkling eyes — hinting that there was something far more dirty and lewd hidden beneath the surface, that made your pussy throb with shameful need.

Mr. Park… Seonghwa, as he always asked you to call him, was a hot, tall blonde with deep, seductive eyes and full lips that looked far too sensual and soft for a man of his age, and that kind of effortless elegance that turned heads without him even trying.

You couldn’t help staring — at first quite innocently, struck by his captivating masculine charm — but then your gaze grew longer, more obvious, far beyond the bounds of propriety.

Your gaze lingered too long on the sharp line of his collarbones teasingly peeking out from under the open collar of his shirt; on that thin, almost slutty waist when he allowed himself to wear something that clung too deliciously to his body; on the way the soft fabric of his cardigan hugged his shoulders so perfectly; on his long, graceful fingers wrapped around the thin stem of a wine glass during dinner, and especially on the sharp tip of his tongue as it slid slowly along the wet plumpness of his lower lip, looking almost indecent.

Sometimes Seonghwa caught you doing it — his dark gaze flicking up to meet yours for a heartbeat too long — but he never called you out. He was used to the attention from his daughter’s friends and would only chuckle sweetly, joking that he wasn’t that handsome or young anymore to be drawing the eyes of beautiful girls and guys.

Fucking lie.

Every time he flashed that sweet, disarming smile, your mind betrayed you all over again. The innocent way he brushed off the attention only made the ache between your thighs worse, because deep down you knew the truth — he was far more dangerous than he pretended to be.

Lately you couldn’t stop thinking about him. To be honest, you thought about him far too often, and always in the filthiest ways. Six months of brutal sexual drought had left you aching, restless and in desperately longing for touch.

Day by day, your fantasies about Mr. Park grew dirtier: those elegant fingers leisurely stroking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, that low, velvety voice whispering “my good girl” against your ear while he took his sweet time with you. You pictured his handsome face buried between your legs, those hypnotic dark eyes locked on yours as he licked your pussy slowly and deep dragging out the pleasure for hours on end, until you were shaking and begging him for more.

You couldn’t escape him, even in your dreams. On particularly hot nights, you would wake up drenched in sweat and completely dishevelled, with your heart racing wildly. Your silk panties would be soaked and clinging obscenely to your swollen labia from the shameful flood of wetness that had poured out of your needy cunt.

You felt ashamed sometimes — he was your best friend's father, after all — but the shame never lasted long. Why should it, though? It felt so fucking stupid.

You were both grown-ups with your own wants and needs. From the little things that Misol had casually said, you knew Mr. Park hadn't brought anyone home to spend the night with for a long time either. That thought sent a dangerous spark straight through you, the idea that he was just as untouched, just as hungry as you were, making the ache between your thighs even more intense, stoking your desire to feel him deep inside you.

The only thing that had ever really connected you was a long-standing friendship with his daughter… but could that truly be reason enough to deny yourself the chance to fuck such an incredibly gorgeous and hot man as Seonghwa?

Yes. No. Probably.

The constant back-and-forth was so frustrating that it felt like you were slowly losing your mind.

Lately, it has become almost unbearable for you.

Your pretty lace panties were constantly sticky and damp, your clit faintly throbbing with arousal even from the most innocent things — the way he leaned over the kitchen island; the low timbre of his laugh; the delicate scent of his perfume that carried a powdery, smoky warmth with a hint of sensual sweetness whenever he got too close.

It was so pathetic. Around him, you always felt like that awkward, barely-grown girl again — the one who had just discovered the pleasures of sex and couldn’t keep her hands to herself for even five fucking minutes.

And tonight was no exception.

Dinner at their house had been pure torture. All evening long, you tried your hardest to be a good girl and behave properly, fighting the desperate urge to rub your aching pussy against the soft velour seat of the chair like a cat in heat. Seonghwa sat right in front of you, lazily sipping his wine while he questioned you about your final-year project. His gentle smile was a little languid tonight, slightly more sensual than usual from the alcohol, and genuine interest sparkled in his big, dark eyes.

“You’ve been working so hard lately.” Mr. Park said softly, his thumb absently tracing the rim of his wine glass. “You should treat yourself more often, darling… let yourself relax a little.” His hypnotic, feline eyes lingered on you just a second longer than necessary.

Misol, however, remained completely oblivious to your suffering, she cheerfully chatted away without pause, suggesting it wouldn’t be a bad idea to celebrate your graduation on some tropical resort. Seonghwa immediately picked up on the idea, turning his attention to his daughter and finally giving you a moment to catch your breath.

The mere thought of seeing this magnificent man in tiny beach shorts and a light, sheer shirt sent you into overdrive. You pressed your thighs together so tightly it was almost painful, your pulse quickening, your breathing turning shallow and uneven. With every fucking minute your panties grew uncomfortable and wetter, the slick heat of your arousal soaking through the delicate lace and making the fabric cling to your swollen, dripping folds.

The tension had finally reached its breaking point. You needed to let off some steam. Urgently.

You’d barely crossed the threshold of your own home before the full weight of this night hit you with full force. Mr. Park’s sultry voice still lingered on your skin like warm melted honey: “You should treat yourself more often… Relax a little…” Those innocent-seeming words took on a far more lewd meaning now that you were finally alone.

You were so desperate and overcome with that forbidden, humiliating urge that you didn't even think to turn on the light before crawling onto the bed. With a loud, exhausted moan, you collapsed onto the soft cushions and widening your legs and immediately thrust your hand into your undies. That delicate fabric was already ruined – completely soaked through with the warm, sticky flood of your goo.

‘Oh my…’ The slick heat of your arousal clung obscenely to your fingers the moment they brushed against your swollen, throbbing folds. Lord, you were already so shamefully wet, and all that man ever did was sweetly smile and say a few kind words to you.

Your open laptop lies carelessly beside you hip, its soft blue glow barely cutting through the thick, vanilla-scented darkness of the bedroom. Your favourite vibrator is already in your hands, well-lubricated and fully charged. And that’s all you need. Just the low, teasing buzz of your vibrator gliding through your folds and the filthy, repulsive wet, squelching sounds pouring from your headphones.

Right now, you want nothing more than to lose yourself in lustful pleasure and finally find some desired relief.

Those wicked thoughts about Mr. Park had been tormenting you for far too long—twisting through your mind like snakes and making your greedy little cunt throb and leak nonstop, no matter how hard you tried to be a good girl.

You needed to fuck them out of your head with something rough and mindless. Just a nice, thick cock, a long skilled tongue, and a beautiful girl falling apart as she got relentlessly fucked in every single hole. That’s all.

The first video you found wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t quite what you were looking for, so you kept scrolling until one finally caught your eye. It looked quite promising: ultra-high quality, no awkward editing cuts — the sort that usually rushed things to a quick climax. Exactly what you wanted.

You clicked play on the video, licking your lips in anticipation, starting gently rubbing the vibrator over your swollen little clit.

The scene opened from behind on a man on his knees, his back already glistening with a thin sheen of sweat; his muscles tensed and rippled beneath the heated skin, shifting and flexing with every rough, deep thrust as he fucked the girl beneath him in perfect doggy style. You couldn’t see his face yet — just the superb line of his shoulders and the smooth honey skin stretching tight over them with every movement.

His long, slender fingers were splayed across her hips, gripping her firmly, but one hand slid slowly upwards between her round buttocks. Two elegant digits circled her tight little asshole teasingly before pressing inside, slow and deliberate, stretching her open while he continued fucking her pussy without mercy.

Your breath catches in your throat. God, the view is absolutely lewd.

His back arches slightly as he pushes all the way in; the luscious curve of his ass tenses — round, firm, impossibly perfect — and you can't tear your eyes away. You imagine running your tongue along that smooth golden skin, tasting the salt of his sweat, squeezing those perky buttocks hard with both hands while he slides even deeper into your pussy.

Every powerful thrust made his heavy balls swing and slap wetly against the girl’s soaked pussy, the lewd sound loud and rhythmic through your headphones, mixing with her broken, desperate moans. His thick cock drove into her so deep, stretching her pussy so thoroughly that you could see the thin, tender edges of her hole cling to him on every pull-out — shiny and stretched tight — before he slammed back in, his long fingers still working her ass in lazy, filthy circles.

Your pussy was gushing uncontrollably, dripping like a waterfall of warm, filthy need. Thick, glossy rivers of your arousal spilled shamelessly from your twitching hole, coating every swollen fold in a slick, sticky glaze that made your soft, peachy labia glisten obscenely. Your pussy felt so hot, so smooth, and deliciously slippery under your touch.

Your fingers moved faster now, rubbing your soaked pussy with rougher, hungrier strokes, perfectly synced to the relentless rhythm of his hips. The vibrator stayed jammed hard against your throbbing clit, forcing even more creamy slick to flood out of you as you stared, mesmerized, at that gorgeous ass flexing and clenching with every deep, hard thrust.

Fuck, you wanted to bite it. Sink your teeth into that smooth golden skin and mark him as yours. You ached to spread those perfect cheeks wide and bury your face between them while he kept fucking her exactly like that—rough, controlled, and utterly merciless.

"So good…” You let out a loud, ragged whimper, the second the vibrator’s soft, buzzing tip kissed that little hypersensitive spot on your clit. Pleasure slammed into you like a tidal wave - hot, blinding, and so intense it was almost unbearable, making your eyes roll back and your toes curl tight. Your thighs shook violently, as you mindlessly swayed them in an attempt to keep up with every pulse of pleasure.

Another broken moan full of raw, lustful desire spilled from your pretty mouth before you could stop it. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in your belly, growing hotter and hotter with every wet slap of skin on skin, every flex of his sweat back, and every teasing pump of his long fingers. Soft, needy whimpers kept spilling from your lips, mixing deliciously with the filthy, obscene sounds pouring through your headphones.

Then he slowed down; his silky, heavy length slipping out of her pussy with a lewd, squelching sound. He grips her waist with those long, elegant hands, and flips her onto her back in one fluid motion. The camera changes angle, finally revealing his face as he settles between her wide-spread thighs and slides back into her ruined, dripping pussy with a low, velvety moan that pierces you to the core.

Your fingers freeze mid-stroke.

No. Fucking. Way.

It was him—Seonghwa. Mr. Park. Your best friend’s dad.

The same gentle man who had sat across from you at dinner just hours ago, wearing that soft, fluffy cardigan, smiling shyly while joking that he wasn’t as handsome as he used to be.

Now those dark siren eyes were half-lidded with lust, and his full, plush lips parted around a filthy moan of praise: “That’s it, baby… take my cock like a good girl.” The same elegant fingers that had politely held a wine glass earlier were now knuckle-deep inside the girl’s tight asshole, stretching her open while his thick cock brutally filled her pussy.

The burning heat of shame flooded your face. The sharp sting of embarrassment hit you first - you’d been touching yourself to thoughts of him for months, and now your filthy little fantasy was playing out in vivid 4K right in front of your eyes. Your best friend’s dad. The man who called you “beautiful” in that soft, warm voice, with no idea you’d imagined his handsome face buried between your legs hundreds of times.

But the shame didn’t last too long.

Without even realizing it, you spread your thighs wider, shameless and desperate now. The vibrator kept buzzing relentlessly against your soaked cunt as you pressed it down harder, grinding the pulsing tip in tight, aggressive circles right over your swollen, reddened clit—eyes glued to Seonghwa like he was the only thing left in the world.

It felt so good…so fucking good, in fact, but you knew it was nothing compared to what Mr. Park's long, skilled tongue or that thick, sinewy cock could do to you.

He's such a dynamic fucker. One second he was fiercely pounding deep into her pussy with that heavy cock, and the next his handsome face was already buried between her spread legs. His tongue slid slowly over her slit, licking up every drop of her sweetness with hungry, obscene strokes, while his dark, siren eyes stared straight into the camera… as if he knew exactly who was watching him.

Your needy little pussy spasmed rhythmically around your fingers as you pushed them deeper inside yourself, forcing even more thick, glossy slick to gush out of you. It ran obscenely down between your plump cheeks and coated your tight asshole. Your thighs visibly tremble as you rocked your hips, chasing the overwhelming pleasure while the video kept playing.

He flipped her onto all fours again, fucking her hard from behind, before suddenly turning her over once more. Now you had the perfect view—every thick inch of his cock sliding in and out of her ruined, creamy pussy, his heavy balls slapping wetly against her with every powerful thrust.

Your orgasm crashed through you without warning. You choked on a moan that sounded dangerously close to his name, as the vibrator kept buzzing mercilessly against your oversensitive clit. A warm, powerful jet of squirt exploded out of you, splashing noisily onto the sheets in a shameless, wet mess. The pleasure was brutal, devastating. Your eyes rolled back, your whole body convulsed in violent electric spasms, and for a dizzying second you thought you might actually pass out. Wave after wave of raw ecstasy tore through you until your cunt felt like it was on fire.

It shattered you so badly that when the peak finally crashed over you, you went completely limp — a trembling, whimpering, ruined mess.

But you didn’t stop the video. You couldn’t.

You watched him pull out and paint her tongue with thick, pearly ropes of cum, stroking himself through every last drop. That same kind, gentle face you knew so well was now twisted in raw, depraved pleasure, the sight made your pussy clench hard again, already begging for round two.

When the clip finally ended, a heavy, charged silence filled the room, broken only by your loud, ragged breathing. The laptop screen glowed brightly in the darkness, the cursor hovering temptingly over the replay button. Your heart hammered wildly, so hard that you could feel it pulsing in your throat. A deep flush of shame burned across your cheeks for a brief moment… before melting away into something far sweeter and much more sinful. 

Deep down, knew what you should do: close the laptop, delete your entire search history for good, and pretend this never happened. But instead, like the hopeless little pervert you were, you dragged the video into a folder labeled “research,” as if that made any of this less insane.

Your mind was spinning wildly. How the hell were you supposed to act normally around him now? How were you going to look Mr. Park in the eyes, knowing exactly how his thick cock looked stretching a pussy open? Could you really stay cool-headed, sit across from him at the dinner table and watching him smile that sweet and gentle smile, without imagining him bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking you senseless right next to his famous strawberry pancakes he made every Sunday?

As humiliating as it was to admit… you already knew the answer.

Still trembling from the mind-shattering orgasm, you fidgeted restlessly on the soaked sheets. Your body felt limp and hazy, but a fresh, burning arousal was already pulsing deep inside your core, hotter and more insistent than before. With shaky fingers you reached for the laptop and hit replay, starting the video from the very beginning. One orgasm clearly wasn’t going to be enough — not after seeing exactly how fucking devastating Mr. Park could be.

God, you felt like such a shameless little pervert, but even so, the shame only made your pussy throb harder. The second that rich, velvety voice poured into your headphones, pulling you straight into your forbidden fantasy, your hand slid straight back between your slick thighs like it belonged there.

This time you let it take you completely.

You spread your thighs wider, shoved two fingers deep into your dripping pussy, and fucked yourself in perfect sync with every brutal thrust on the screen. Your hips rolled desperately, the vibrator still buzzing hard against your swollen, oversensitive clit. The fantasy swallowed you completely: it was your tight little hole he was splitting open, your ass taking those long, skilled fingers, your squirt he was licking up like a starving man.

You already knew you were going to come again. Harder. Filthier. Hotter. Envision all the dirty, kinky things you’d like to do with Mr. Park the next time you find yourself alone with him.

The second orgasm slammed into you like a freight train.

Your back arched violently off the bed, a broken cry tearing from your throat as you squirted hard — hot, messy, and uncontrollable. Clear fluid gushed out around your fingers, soaking the sheets and running down your trembling thighs while your walls clenched and pulsed wildly. You kept rubbing through every brutal wave, drawing it out until your vision whited out and your legs shook uncontrollably.

When the peak finally released you, you collapsed back onto the bed, panting hard, chest heaving, completely wrecked. For a few long, blissful seconds you lie there motionless, staring at the dark ceiling of the bedroom. The laptop screen still glowed with Seonghwa’s handsome face twisted in raw ecstasy as he painted the girl’s tongue with thick ropes of cum.

You slowly came back to yourself, the sticky mess between your legs was undeniable — warm, thick slick mixed with fresh squirt coated your thighs. Your pussy gave another lazy clench, still fluttering from the aftershocks.

The burning flush of shame across your cheeks only deepened as the reality of what you'd just done crashed over you. But the hunger didn’t fade. It only sharpened, growing darker and more dangerous.

You bit your lip hard, eyes drifting back to the laptop screen where Mr. Park’s handsome face still filled the frame.

One video wasn't enough. Not even close. You needed more of him. You needed everything.

Your shaky hand drifted back to the laptop, drawn by a hunger you couldn’t deny. You minimized the player, opened a fresh tab, and typed his full name—the one you’d only ever paired with “Mr. Park”—into the search bar, along with the word “porn.”

The screen flooded instantly. Hundreds of videos. Millions of views. Endless pages of thumbnails showcasing that same honey-smooth skin, those dark, siren eyes, and that exquisitely elegant face captured in every shameless, depraved position imaginable.

He wasn’t just doing porn. Park Seonghwa was a star. Top performer. Premium. The quiet fortune, the beautiful house, the effortless lifestyle he never bragged about — it all clicked into place. The sweet single dad next door had been quietly getting rich off his perfect body and velvet voice while the rest of the world stayed blissfully ignorant.

Your heart slammed against your ribs as you scrolled with greedy, desperate need. Then one thumbnail stopped you cold, stealing the breath straight from your lungs.

A solo scene. Just him. 

You hit play before your brain could talk you out of it.

And fuck… Seonghwa was even more devastating like this. Completely naked, every inch of that honey-smooth skin glistening with oil under warm studio lights, the liquid sheen sliding over every carved muscle like molten gold poured slow and deliberate. He lounged back against dark silk pillows, looking dangerously beautiful, unashamed, and utterly intoxicating.

One elegant hand was wrapped tight around his thick, heavy cock- already hard and leaking with pre-cum, stroking with slow, purposeful drags, twisting smoothly over the swollen head on every upstroke. His other hand cradled those velvety balls, rolling them gently in his palm, tugging just enough to make his abs flex and a low, luxurious groan slip from those plush lips.

That was just the warm-up.

His hand drifted lazily up his chest, fingers teasing a nipple, pinching and rolling the sensitive peak until it pebbled tight. Seonghwa’s back arched off the sheets in a graceful, sinful curve as a soft hiss of pleasure escaped him. Never breaking rhythm on his cock, he brought those same fingers to his gorgeous mouth.

He slid two deep past his parted lips, fucking his own mouth with wet, lazy thrusts while sucking noisily around them. The obscene sounds filling the room — wet slurping, a low whimper, the slick glide of oiled skin, it was filthy, lewd and addicted. His fist pumped faster along that glistening length, hips starting to roll, breathing growing rougher, more desperate with every passing second.

You couldn’t look away. Your pussy was already soaked again, clenching around nothing as you watched him edge himself with expert, merciless precision. His strokes turned rougher, faster, frantic. Powerful hips bucked, golden muscles trembling, and then he came—hard, messy, breathtaking.

Thick, pearly ropes of cum erupted from the flushed, swollen head in heavy pulses, painting his glistening abs, streaking across his chest, and shooting all the way up to that divinely beautiful face. It landed on his cheek, caught on his parted lips, and dripped slowly down the sharp line of his jaw while his hand kept milking every last drop with lazy, sloppy strokes, like he had all the time in the world to savor it.

He stared straight into the camera, eyes heavy-lidded and dark with lust, cum still shining on his fucked-out face, and whispered in that hoarse, velvet-sultry voice,that made your pussy clench instinctively: "Come on, darling, be a good girl and help Daddy clean this up."

The next words were even filthier—soft, depraved praises about how hard his cock still was for you, how badly he needed your tongue licking up every sticky drop, while he swayed that heavy, glistening length from side to side, still half-hard, slippery with oil and cum, teasing you without mercy.

He was pure, decadent temptation. Porn in its most addictive form and you were already completely, helplessly hooked.

Your face burned scarlet in an instant, heat flooding every inch of your body like wildfire. You slammed the laptop shut so hard the screen clicked sharply in the quiet room, breathing fast and shallow like you’d been caught red-handed. But your pussy didn’t give a damn about shame. It was dripping again, fresh, warm slick sliding slowly down your inner thighs, your swollen clit throbbing dully with insistent need even after two shattering orgasms had already wrecked you.

Damn. It seemed, you have a very serious problem now.

And his name was Mr. Park Seonghwa.

The next few days felt like a feverish, restless dream to you.

You barely slept, barely ate—your whole world shrank to the dim blue glow of your laptop in the darkened bedroom. Every spare second dragged you back into that dark, guilty pleasure: headphones sealed tight, lights off, thighs spread shamelessly wide while you fucked yourself senseless. Orgasm after shattering orgasm rushed through you as you devoured every video of Seonghwa you could find, chasing that sweet, forbidden high like an addict.

You even learned his stage name - StarHwa.

It fit him like a second skin: glowing, untouchable, igniting raw, filthy desire with every sultry glance he threw at the camera.

You quickly made a whole collection of your favourite films.

Every single one that made your pussy flood with heat and your thighs clenching helplessly as it stole the breath from your lungs and left you needy and trembling, was marked with a shiny pink star, like your own little treasure, safely tucked away deep inside your laptop under the innocent, boring label "research."

Your fingers trembled on the mouse as the low, filthy sounds wrapped around you like warm, wet silk, sinking straight into your aching core. A heavy, insistent pulse of arousal bloomed low in your belly, feeding that deep, endless emptiness no toy or fantasy had ever truly satisfied.

Night after night you returned to them, playing each one until you knew every breathless moan, every brutal snap of hips, and every velvet-dirty word by heart.

You watched him pound a pretty girl senseless in front of a full-length mirror, hips snapping with merciless precision while he forced her to watch every thick inch disappear inside her, one elegant hand wrapped tight around her throat. Another night, a lucky little thing rode his face like she owned it—grinding desperately onto that long, sinful tongue as he moaned hungrily into her dripping folds, devouring her like he couldn’t get enough.

You’d seen him drive a thick dildo into a screaming, shaking girl until she squirted in violent, glistening arcs across the sheets. In another clip, he slowly worked a fat plug into a handsome boy’s eager ass, praising him in that low, velvet voice until the boy whimpered and pushed back shamelessly for more.

Clip after clip, he stretched tight pussies around his cock, folded girls in half and fucked them in deep, punishing mating presses, made them cream and squirt all over his glistening golden abs while they rode him like their lives depended on it.

Each one left you wetter, hotter, more ruined than the last—completely submerged in pure, liquid lust.

But the one that truly destroyed you…was the close-up of him eating pussy.

That impossibly long, skilled tongue curling, flicking, plunging so deep inside while he sucked on her swollen clit like it was the sweetest candy he’d ever tasted. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working her over, the way his dark eyes stayed half-lidded in bliss, those hungry little moans vibrating straight through her folds—it was too much. Too perfect.

Your own orgasm hits you like an avalanche, rapidly and without warning. You had to slam the pause, thighs shaking violently as a fresh gush of slick soaked the sheets beneath you, wave after wave of aftershocks ripping through your body until you were left gasping, ruined, and still aching for the real thing.

He was too skilled. Too experienced. So fucking sinful.

That unbearable craving only grew worse with every passing day, twisting deeper into your bones until even the simplest thoughts of him made your pussy throb with fresh, shameless need. The innocent version of Mr. Park you once knew was gone — replaced entirely by the sinful man from the videos who now haunted every waking moment.

You were already so exhausted, the constant tug-of-war between the desperate need to fuck Seonghwa senseless and the fragile sense of propriety that kept you at arm’s length slowly driving you insane.

But all of that paled in comparison to the real torment still waiting just days ahead.

Misol’s birthday was only days away, and she was throwing a lavish pajama party right there in the very house where Mr. Park made his famous strawberry pancakes with milk icing every Sunday morning — wearing those soft cardigans that made him look so perfectly domestic and harmless, smiling at you like you were nothing more than his daughter’s sweet, pretty little friend.

You had already said yes.

Ever since you discovered the truth about Seonghwa, the anticipation had been devouring you alive. You constantly caught yourself obsessively staring at the calendar on your phone, counting down the hours like an addict desperate for her next devastating fix.

His seductive velvety voice, that wickedly long tongue, and those elegant fingers haunted you everywhere — during lectures, on crowded buses, even while standing at the sink brushing your teeth. 

By the time you stumbled home each evening, your panties were hopelessly ruined, soaked through with sticky, warm juices that clung obscenely to your plump labia. Every step made the wet fabric slide and tease against your sensitive folds, a constant, torturous reminder of how badly your pussy ached for the man who was supposed to be innocuous.

The night before the party, you stood in front of the mirror for nearly an hour, heart hammering with a dizzying mix of worry and forbidden excitement as you tried on every pajama set you owned, searching desperately for the one that would make you look as tempting as possible — because you knew Mr. Park would be there too. 

"God, what am I even doing? I need to stop and act like there's nothing wrong… he is Misol’s dad." The thought burned through your mind, cheeks flushing hot while your pulse raced with wicked, shameful excitement. And deep down, you knew you should listen to the voice of reason. But the throb between your thighs told you the truth — you had no intention of stopping.

The moment you slipped into the soft pink shorts and delicate white vest top, your innocent little outfit, which had once made you feel so safe, suddenly felt like a complete lie. The material was very thin, showing off your curves in a way that was a bit too sexy. You turned sideways, smoothing your hands over your hips, imagining Seonghwa’s dark eyes drifting slowly over your body. Would he still give you that gentle, harmless smile and pat your head like always… or would his gaze finally darken when he noticed how shamelessly your hard nipples were poking against the fine fabric, begging for attention?

The thought sent a heavy throb pulsing between your legs, your pussy clenching needily as warmth flooded your core.

You peeled it off and reached for something bolder — the silky black camisole and matching shorts. The cool material whispered over your skin as it hugged your curves even more provocatively, the short hem barely covering the swell of your plump ass.

"Too obvious." You scolded yourself. "If Mr. Park looks at me in this, he'll get it straight away." You tugged nervously at the hem, trying to make it a little more decent, but your mind betrayed you. You couldn’t stop picturing those elegant fingers slipping under the silk, brushing teasingly against your soaked folds while he whispered filthy praise in your ears. You can’t deny that the prospect was extremely tempting. Still not enough, though.

You dug deeper into your underwear drawer, and pulled out the sheer red babydoll set you’d bought on a reckless whim, but never dared wear. The lace was barely there — delicate straps, a plunging neckline that framed your breasts perfectly, and a tiny skirt that flared just enough to tease. You slid it on, the fabric pleasurably cooled your flushed skin.

Would this be enough to finally break through that perfect, gentle mask he’d worn for years and unleash the man who mercilessly ruined girls on cam?

You hope so.

And yet, no matter how provocative it looked in the mirror, it still felt laughably modest compared to the obscene fantasies that had been consuming you every single night.

With trembling fingers you reached for the final option — the black silk slip dress that barely reached mid-thigh, paired with the matching crotchless thongs that you’d hidden at the very back of your drawer. You stepped into the thongs first, gasping softly as the cool air kissed your exposed pussy. No barrier. Nothing could hide how wet you already were. You pulled the slip dress over your head and smoothed it down, expensive silk gliding over your sensitive nipples and heated skin like a lover's tongue.

Your thighs clenched instinctively the moment you caught your reflection. You looked utterly lewd… just like the girls in Seonghwa’s videos. A fresh rush of your mucus ran out of your little hole, coated your bare folds, dripping slowly down your inner thigh. 

Oh god… if Mr. Park accidentally brushed against you on the couch, or leaned in close while pouring drinks — he’d feel exactly how open and ready you are. No panties in the way. Just your warm, sweet cunt begging for his thick cock and tongue. 

The thought made your knees weak. You imagined him noticing the easy access, his voice dropping low as he whispers in your ear "What a naughty little girl we have here… walking around my house with your pretty pussy on display for me.” The image was so vivid you had to bite your lip hard to choke back a desperate moan as a fresh gush of slick poured from your hole and ran shamelessly down your thighs.

Fuck, you were up to your ears in this mess.

You weren’t sure you could control yourself around him anymore. Not after everything you’d seen.

Every sweet, innocent memory about Mr. Park — him pouring tea with that gentle smile, ruffling Misol’s hair, laughing softly at your lame jokes, those warm, cosy evenings filled with light-hearted talk and strawberry pancakes on lazy Sunday mornings — had been completely burned away by the raw, filthy truth of exactly what that body could do.

You knew how his thick cock stretched and ruined tight pussies until they gaped and fluttered helplessly around him. You knew exactly how long and greedy his tongue was — curling, flicking, burying itself deep while he moaned like he couldn’t get enough. You knew the filthy praises he growled in that velvet voice while he fucked someone senseless, making them cream and squirt all over his glistening golden abs.

You knew all this...and tomorrow night, you would be in his house, wearing almost nothing at all — your little pussy completely exposed for him and dripping beneath the thinnest layer of silk, just waiting for one careless touch to reveal everything.

The night of Misol’s birthday unfolded like a fever dream wrapped in silk ribbons and champagne bubbles.

Mr. Park had outdone himself again. The huge living room glowed with strings of fairy lights that cast a soft, golden haze over everything, turning the space into something intimate and alluring. Presents towered on the coffee table like a tempting pile of silk bows and shimmering iridescent wrapping, while pink champagne flowed endlessly — sweet, fizzy, and dangerously seductive on the tongue.

He had even prepared a gift for each of his daughter’s friends.

When the girls tore open the elegant boxes, delicate, tiny pajama sets made of the finest silk and French lace spilled out — so sheer and perfectly cut that they clung to every curve and draped in all the most sinful places. Delighted gasps and breathy giggles filled the air as the girls looked at Mr. Park like he had personally hung the stars in the sky just for them.

Seonghwa stood in the middle of it all, a source of universal admiration and adoration, glowing like a fucking light bulb. His cheeks flushed with that signature sweet, “innocent” pink as one hand shyly rubbed the back of his neck. He murmured softly, almost apologetically, “You’re all so beautiful… you should treat yourselves more often. Or your boyfriends.”His voice was gentle, almost apologetic, like he was embarrassed by his own bold choice.  And just like that, with nothing more than a few quiet words and that  devastating smile, he stole every heart in the room all over again. 

As the party went on, the music grew louder, the pink champagne flowed stronger, and the girls grew drunken, reminding you of giddy, fluttering butterflies  — flushed cheeks, sparkling laughter, and silk-clad bodies swaying lazily under the golden fairy lights.

But you weren’t drunk on alcohol or sugar. You were drunk on him — completely, helplessly, ruinously drunk on Seonghwa. Just hearing the name “Mr. Park” made your head spin and heat bloom low in your belly. Let alone the man himself.

All night, your eyes kept finding the elegant line of his shoulders, the way the luxurious black silk of his designer pajamas slid over his sculpted frame like liquid shadow, catching the light every time he moved. He looked absolutely devastating, predatory elegance wrapped in effortless charm — majestic, alluring, and far too tempting for a man who was supposed to be just an ordinary single dad.

Every stolen glance sent a fresh wave of heat rushing straight to your core, making your pussy throb beneath the thin silk of your own pajamas. The delicate fabric suddenly felt too tight, too damp, clinging uncomfortably to your swollen folds with every little shift.

You tried not to lose sight of him, yet Mr. Park kept slipping away, as if he were playing with you a slow, maddening game of hide-and-seek  — retreating into the semi-darkness of quiet corners, sinking into the couch among fluffy pillows, offering those polite, sweet smiles without ever fully joining the chaos. 

Eventually he disappeared altogether, leaving behind nothing but an ache that settled low and heavy between your thighs.

God, what you wouldn’t give to follow him right now. You wanted to slip away from the laughter, find whatever dark corner he’d claimed, drop to your knees like the desperate little slut, and press your face against the front of his silk pants. You wanted to feel his cock twitch and thicken against your cheek while you nuzzled him shamelessly, showing him exactly how good, how eager you could be for him.

You wanted him to finally snap — to pin you against the nearest wall, shove one of his hands down your slutty tiny shorts, and sink two long fingers deep into your tight little pussy while his wicked tongue licked into your mouth like he was starving for you.

You imagined the low, velvety moan he’d make when he felt exactly how drenched and ready your pretty cunt already was for him. The thought made your nipples tighten into aching peaks against the thin fabric and the fresh rush of slick coating your plump, swollen folds.

By the time the music finally died down and everyone collapsed in a happy, drunken pile of bodies in Misol’s bedroom and soft snores filled the room — you were still wide awake and burning alive.

You lay there for over an hour, eyes fixed on the dark, silent ceiling. Sleep stubbornly refused to come. Your thoughts kept racing, wild and restless, while your thighs clenched under the duvet, searching for relief that never arrived. 

Eventually you gave up. Grabbing the half-full glass of champagne from the nightstand, you slipped quietly out of the room and padded barefoot down the dimly lit hallway toward the kitchen. The cool floor sent little shivers racing up your bare legs, making your skin prickle. 

But it seems you weren’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.

The second you pushed open the kitchen door, you froze. Mr. Park  was already there. Seonghwa stood in the middle of the kitchen looking utterly wrecked in the most sinful way possible as if he had just spent the last few hours lost in slow, filthy, passionate fucking and hadn’t bothered to hide the evidence of his pleasure.

His silk top was dangerously unbuttoned, revealing a tempting sliver of smooth, golden chest gleaming under the soft kitchen light. The waistband of his pants sat teasingly low on his hips, the silky fabric clinging to the powerful lines of his thighs and exposing that deep, delicious V that arrowed straight down toward the heavy outline of his cock. His blond hair was deliciously tousled, soft strands falling messily across his forehead as though someone had pulled it hard in the throes of pleasure. And those plump, luxurious lips of his were swollen and reddened, clearly bitten raw for hours.

The usual gentle expression you knew so well had vanished. In its place was something darker, more depraved. Hungrier. A predator’s gaze — sharp, hypnotic, burning straight through you. His eyes dragged slowly down your body, drinking in every inch of you in those tiny, slutty silk sets you'd chosen with such filthy intent. The lust in his stare was so intense that you could almost feel it physically. It slid languidly over the graceful length of your neck, lingering on the way your nipples strained visibly against the delicate silk, tracing the plush softness of your breasts, before continuing lower and over your bare thighs and the short hem that barely skimmed the soft curve of your plump ass.

Mr Park’s dark, sultry eyes dragged slowly down your body, drinking in every inch of you in those tiny, slutty silk sets you’d chosen with such filthy intent. The lust in his stare was so intense that you could almost feel it physically. It slid languidly over the graceful length of your neck, lingering on the how your nipples strained visibly against the delicate silk, tracing the the plush softness of your breasts, before continuing lower — over your bare thighs and the short hem that barely skimmed the soft curve of your plump ass.

You were seen standing frozen in the doorway like a deer caught in the headlights, the champagne glass completely forgotten in your trembling hand. Your thighs clenched instinctively as another warm rush of slick slipped from your needy little cunt. 

And for the first time tonight, the two of you were completely, dangerously alone.

Seonghwa had been watching you for months, if not years — long before the pink champagne and luxurious silk pajamas turned the living room into a hazy, intoxicating dream filled with shimmering fairy lights and forbidden temptation.

What had started as a quiet, harmless crush on his daughter’s pretty friend had twisted into something far darker, far more ravenous. God, it was so wrong. There were nights the guilt gnawed at him until he could barely breathe, but the temptation was simply too powerful. He was only a man, after all, and for the years of loneliness and sexual frustration his needs had grown sharper, hungrier, so much so that it was impossible to ignore.

He wanted you in every filthy, tender, and utterly devastating way imaginable. The only thing still holding him back was your long friendship with Misol. Yet even that couldn’t stop the endless stream of lewd, unholy thoughts that flooded his mind whenever you were near.

He ached to ruin that sweet little cunt with his thick cock until you sobbed his name in broken moans, then soothe every trembling inch of you with slow, greedy strokes of his wicked tongue. He wanted you bent over every surface in this house — riding him reverse cowgirl so he could watch your soft, plush ass bounce and ripple with every brutal snap of his hips, or folded in half beneath him so he could watch every thick inch of himself stretch your pretty pussy open, claiming you completely.

But Seonghwa wasn’t blind.

He had caught every single sign — the way your thighs pressed together the instant he leaned in too close, the pretty blush that crept up the elegant column of your neck when the hem of his shirt rode up and revealed a strip of bare skin, and how you would quickly lick the corner of your mouth while staring at his lips like you were starving for them. You were such a naughty little thing, and God, he loved every second of it.

Lately your stares have grown bolder, hungrier. Seonghwa couldn’t help but wonder what had finally pushed you across that delicate line between propriety and desire. Had you simply decided to stop pretending? Or maybe… maybe you had stumbled across one of the videos he had starred in. The mere thought that you might have touched yourself to him — your sweet fingers buried deep inside that tight little princess pussy while you watched him moan and come like a desperate whore, made his cock throb with dark, possessive satisfaction all night long.

After all, Seonghwa knew exactly how good he was. He fucked like a god, and no one who had ever been under him could deny it. In his wilder days he had claimed more than a few sweet, dripping cunts and eager little asses, and every single one of them had left his bed ruined for anyone else. What he wouldn’t give to show you just how skillfully he could use his thick cock and greedy tongue — to prove that no matter who you let between your legs afterward, you would always come crawling back to him, because no one else would ever satisfy you the way he could. He would reshape that pretty little pussy until it remembered only him if that was what it took.

Tonight’s party had been absolute torture.

You looked utterly obscene in the tiny silk pajama set he had chosen himself. Now he was half-regretting about this. The delicate fabric clung to every curve like a second skin, the shorts riding high enough to tease the soft, bare underside of your delicious ass with every step. He had spent the entire evening painfully hard, forced to hide in shadows and among fluffy pillows, barely keeping the beast inside him leashed.

At one point the tension became almost unbearable.

Seonghwa had no choice but to shamefully escape to his bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the carefully constructed dam of restraint and decorum he had been clinging to all night finally shattered.

Hwa hurriedly tore off his silk top with such force that the buttons scattered across the floor, and shoved the pants down just far enough to free his cock. The heavy length slapped against his perfectly sculpted abs with a loud, wet sound, splashing sticky drops of pre-cum across his defined muscles. Velvety, long cock stood flushed a deep red, glistening under the low light, coated in a thick layer of pre-cum, like a delicacy; beneath it, his balls hung full and taut, heavy with the load making it clear how much he was ready to release.

Seonghwa could barely believe he had lasted this long, it was so heavy and swollen that he felt physically uncomfortable. Hwa desperately needed some kind of release; otherwise, he might simply lose control and explode from intense arousal.

Grabbing the first pillow he could find from the bed, he mounted it like he wanted to mount you. Face buried in the cool silk sheets, ass high in the air, he fucked into it with punishing snaps of his hips — hard, filthy, relentless. His heavy balls slapped wetly against the fabric with every thrust as he imagined driving deep into your tight little cunt, stretching you wide around him. Sweat traced down the elegant curve of his spine while his back flexed powerfully.

He had caught every single sign — the way your thighs pressed together the instant he leaned in too close, the pretty blush that crept up the elegant column of your neck when the hem of his shirt rode up and revealed a strip of bare skin, and how you would quickly lick the corner of your mouth while staring at his lips like you were starving for them. You were such a naughty little thing, and God, he loved every second of it.

Lately your stares have grown bolder, hungrier. Seonghwa couldn’t help but wonder what had finally pushed you across that delicate line between propriety and desire. Had you simply decided to stop pretending? Or maybe… maybe you had stumbled across one of the videos he had starred in. The mere thought that you might have touched yourself to him — your sweet fingers buried deep inside that tight little princess pussy while you watched him moan and come like a desperate whore, made his cock throb with dark, possessive satisfaction all night long.

After all, Seonghwa knew exactly how good he was. He fucked like a god, and no one who had ever been under him could deny it. In his wilder days he had claimed more than a few sweet, dripping cunts and eager little asses, and every single one of them had left his bed ruined for anyone else. What he wouldn’t give to show you just how skillfully he could use his thick cock and greedy tongue — to prove that no matter who you let between your legs afterward, you would always come crawling back to him, because no one else would ever satisfy you the way he could. He would reshape that pretty little pussy until it remembered only him if that was what it took.

Tonight’s party had been absolute torture.

You looked utterly obscene in the tiny silk pajama set he had chosen himself. Now he was half-regretting about this. The delicate fabric clung to every curve like a second skin, the shorts riding high enough to tease the soft, bare underside of your delicious ass with every step. He had spent the entire evening painfully hard, forced to hide in shadows and among fluffy pillows, barely keeping the beast inside him leashed.

At one point the tension became almost unbearable.

Seonghwa had no choice but to shamefully escape to his bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, the carefully constructed dam of restraint and decorum he had been clinging to all night finally shattered.

Hwa hurriedly tore off his silk top with such force that the buttons scattered across the floor, and shoved the pants down just far enough to free his cock. The heavy length slapped against his perfectly sculpted abs with a loud, wet sound, splashing sticky drops of pre-cum across his defined muscles. Velvety, long cock stood flushed a deep red, glistening under the low light, coated in a thick layer of pre-cum, like a delicacy; beneath it, his balls hung full and taut, heavy with the load making it clear how much he was ready to release.

Seonghwa could barely believe he had lasted this long, it was so heavy and swollen that he felt physically uncomfortable. Hwa desperately needed some kind of release; otherwise, he might simply lose control and explode from intense arousal.

Grabbing the first pillow he could find from the bed, he mounted it like he wanted to mount you. Face buried in the cool silk sheets, ass high in the air, he fucked into it with punishing snaps of his hips — hard, filthy, relentless. His heavy balls slapped wetly against the fabric with every thrust as he imagined driving deep into your tight little cunt, stretching you wide around him. Sweat traced down the elegant curve of his spine while his back flexed powerfully.

“Fuck… baby, there you go.” Seonghwa panted into the tangled sheets, his voice wrecked and hoarse with pleasure. “Take Daddy’s cock… just like that. You were fucking made for it.” He groaned deep in his chest, hips snapping harder. “Been dying to bury myself in this tight little cunt for so fucking long…”

Seonghwa flipped onto his back, still rutting against the pillow, wrapping a slick fist around his throbbing cock and stroking with long, obscene pulls. His other hand tugged and squeezed his aching balls as filthy fantasies spilled from his plump, bitten lips. 

He pictured you on your knees, taking every inch down your warm, eager throat like a good girl. He pictured you watching his videos while he fucked you senseless with his fingers. He pictured you creaming and squirting all over his cock as he claimed you completely.

Hwa's strokes grew frantic, hips snapping up hard. A strangled, broken moan tore from his throat, as he finally cum. Thick, pearly ropes of cum erupted from the swollen head in long, messy jets, painting the pillow in glistening streaks. He kept grinding through it, smearing the warm load everywhere until the silk was completely ruined and shining with his sperm.

Even then, he wasn’t done.

Seonghwa scooped up the creamy mess of his cum from his sculpted abs with two fingers and brought the glistening digits straight to his mouth, smearing the pearly load obscenely across his plump lips and tongue before sucking them clean with loud, wet, filthy sounds.

“Look what you did to me, baby…” Seonghwa exhaled shakily, his siren eyes half-lidded and glazed with bliss. He looked like he had just finished a long, filthy porn shoot, flushed, spent, and glistening with sweat and cum. “You made Daddy so fucking dirty… made me milk out so much sperm for you.”

He scooped another thick rope from the swollen, throbbing head of his cock and pushed it between his lips, sucking greedily while moaning softly around his own load. Hwa moaned softly at the warm, milky-salty taste coating his tongue, eyes fluttering shut in pure bliss. He could already picture it so clearly — feeding every thick drop to you one day. Making you lick it slowly from his fingers, from the swollen head of his cock, from his lips… all while he praised you in that low, velvet voice, telling you what a good little cumslut you were for Daddy.

The taste of his release only made him hungrier for the real thing — for you.

When the last tremors finally faded, Seonghwa lay sprawled across the bed, chest heaving, golden skin flushed and glistening with sweat. His cock still twitched lazily against his toned stomach, heavy and spent.

By the time his mind cleared, the laughter and music throughout the house had completely died down, leaving everything wrapped in a thick, sleepy silence.

“Damn…” Seonghwa muttered hoarsely, dragging a tired hand over his face and pushing the damp blond strands away from his eyes. With heavy limbs he forced himself out of bed and headed straight for the shower.

After cleaning up just enough to look presentable again, then slipped another set of luxurious silk pyjamas. Still barefoot, he padded quietly down the hallway toward the kitchen for a glass of water.

He was reaching into the fridge when he heard the soft sound of bare footsteps behind him.

Seonghwa turned slowly… and there you were.

You stood in the doorway wearing nothing but the tiny silk pajama set he had chosen himself, the delicate fabric barely containing your body. The champagne glass trembled slightly in your hand, and your big, beautiful eyes were wide, locked onto him.

Seonghwa’s gaze sharpened instantly, turning dark as it dragged slowly down your body. He drank in every soft curve, the way your nipples had hardened beneath the thin silk, practically begging for his mouth to latch on and suck them until they were swollen and cherry-red. His eyes continued lower, tracing the smooth expanse of bare skin and the dangerously short hem that barely covered the lush, plump curve of your ass.

You looked like every filthy fantasy he had just fucked that pillow to.

And for the first time tonight, the two of you were completely, dangerously alone.

The kitchen suddenly felt impossibly small, the air thick and electric with everything neither of you had dared to say out loud.

You stood frozen in the doorway, champagne glass cool against your clammy palm, while Seonghwa leaned against the counter like he owned the darkness itself. His silk top clung to the faint sheen of sweat still drying on his golden skin, unbuttoned dangerously low to reveal the sharp cut of his collarbones. Long, angry scratch marks raked across his shoulders — fresh, red lines left by someone’s nails in the heat of passion. The sight sent a sharp, bitter taste spread across your tongue.. Had he been with someone else while you were all laughing in the living room? No… he had been right there with you the whole time. So… had he made them himself?

His blond hair was a tousled wreck, eyes darker than you had ever seen them — predatory, unblinking, dragging slowly over every inch of you.

You could feel the heat of his stare burning across your skin like a slow caress.

It was so new, so hellishly captivating, that for a breathless moment you forgot how to breathe, a molten wave of excitement flooding through your body. That devilish sparkle dancing deep in his eyes only made it worse. If he kept looking at you like that — dark, knowing, and utterly starving — you would have melted right there on the kitchen floor into a slick, trembling puddle of pure lust.

The raw hunger in his gaze made your needy little hole throb with fresh urgency. Filthy images flooded your mind: him bending you over the counter without a word, yanking those tiny shorts down your legs, and burying his face between your thighs until you were dripping down his chin, moaning and begging for more.

But those were just your little fantasies. Because all Mr. Park did was give you that same soft, shy smile he had worn earlier and gesture vaguely at the fridge.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He said, voice low and a little embarrassed. “Thought a glass of warm milk might help…” Milk? Seriously? The word hung in the charged air, so absurdly innocent it almost made you laugh. “Did I wake you?” Hwa added quickly, trying to smooth over the awkwardness. A faint blush colored his handsome cheeks, giving him that gentle, sweet charm that looked almost ridiculous next to how sinful he still looked — flushed skin, scratch marks, and that dark, predatory glint in his eyes. “Or couldn’t you sleep either? Everyone passed out ages ago.”

“No, it's fine.” You replied, stepping into the kitchen on shaky legs. “It was all just… a bit much. I couldn’t get to sleep.”

The small talk started — safe, ridiculous, pointless, while desire pulsed hot and heavy between your legs and his eyes kept drifting down to the way you kept squeezing your thighs together, as if that could possibly hide how soaked your pretty little pussy had become. He asked about the champagne. You mumbled something about it being too sweet. He laughed softly, the sound low, velvet, rough, and said he had picked the pink one because it reminded him of something pretty.

You both knew exactly what he meant.

The tension between you was thick enough to taste — heavy, crackling, alive. You opened your mouth to say something normal, anything to ease the unbearable awkwardness of the moment, but the words that spilled out were disastrous and irreversible.

“I’ve seen your films.” Holy shit. Your face burned instantly, stomach twisting into a painful knot. You wanted to die on the spot, to sink straight through the tiles, to run and hide forever beneath the pile of pink cushions and glitter in Misol’s bedroom.

Seonghwa froze completely, as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over him. Then a low, dark chuckle rumbled from his throat — half-ashamed, half-starving. He rubbed the back of his neck, the expensive silk pulling tight across his chest, and when his eyes met yours again the predator was fully awake. Pupils blown wide, gaze locked on you like prey he had been stalking for months.

“Did you like what you saw?” He whispered, so low and hoarse the words barely reached you. His voice was pure velvet soaked in sin — dark honey laced with poison, carrying a dangerous, almost demonic undertone that promised every filthy thing he wanted to do to you. It wrapped around you like smoke, pulling you in the way moths are helplessly drawn to flame. 

The air between you ignited, flaring hot as hellfire, thick with crackling tension and forbidden desire. You could barely breathe, let alone speak. Every inhale dragged slowly and heavy through your lungs. This couldn’t be real. It had to be a fever dream — the kind that left you soaked and aching when you woke up alone in the dark.

Mr. Park was standing so close now that the warmth rolling off his body sank straight into your skin. His half-open silk shirt brushed against the lace on your pajamas, and the faint, intoxicating scent of his sweat, dried cum, and rich perfume clung to him like the filthiest secret.  His eyes were black fire, slowly devouring every shaky rise of your chest and every subtle shift of your thighs.

You didn’t answer. The words were trapped somewhere between your brain and your tongue, because all you could do was stare at his lavish, lewd mouth and imagine it on you — licking, sucking, owning.

The silence stretched one heartbeat too long.

Seonghwa jerked back like you’d burned him, spinning away so fast the silk of his shirt flared open wider across his chest. His shoulders went rigid, the powerful muscles in his back flexing hard beneath the thin fabric as he dragged a hand through his messy blond hair.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He stammered, voice shaky and raw. “Listen, darling… I mean, Y/N. That was… I shouldn’t have. I didn’t mean to push like that. It’s the alcohol, I just...shit, I’m gonna go…” He was already stepping toward the hallway, bare feet hurrying across the cold floor, elegant shoulders hunched like he was trying to vanish back into the shadows the way he had all night.

But your hand shot out before your brain could catch up. Your fingers caught the hem of his silk shirt and yanked him to a halt. The fabric was smooth, opulent, still warm and damp from his earlier sweat, and it clung to your skin like it never wanted you to let go.

“Yes.” You breathed, voice trembling yet steady. The dam inside you finally broke, and every filthy, secret thought you’d kept locked away for so long came pouring out in a hot, unstoppable rush. “Yes… I loved it. So much. I imagined you doing every single thing to me. Every single night. I came so hard thinking about you Mr. Park, squirted all over my sheets, soaking everything, because I couldn’t stop picturing your thick cock splitting me open. I fucked myself stupid with toys, none of which could ever compare to you, watching your videos on repeat, pretending it was you stretching my tight little cunt, my ass, my throat… filling me until my belly swelled with your cum. I wanted you to claim me, Mr. Park. I wanted it so fucking badly.”

The effect on him was instant and devastating.

Seonghwa’s whole body locked up, then shuddered violently like you’d struck a live wire. A broken, guttural sound tore from his throat — half moan, half desperate whine as his head fell back and his eyes rolled for a heartbeat before squeezing shut in pure bliss. His chest heaved, brown, sugary nipples tight against the open silk, the front of his pants tenting obscenely as fresh pre-cum soaked through the fabric.

“Tell me more, baby.” He rasped, the plea wrecked and starving, as if he were the one on his knees now. “Please… fuck, tell me everything.”

Sudden courage surged through you like liquid fire — bold, reckless, and burning away every last shred of hesitation and shame. You stepped forward and pressed your body tightly against his back, the warmth of him sinking into your skin as your hand slid shamelessly down his stomach and straight into the front of his pants.

Your fingers wrapped tight around his thick, throbbing length. He was burning hot, velvet-steel, pulsing so violently against your palm you felt every vein swelled. The silk was completely ruined, soaked with pre-cum that smeared warm and slippery over your fingers the second you stroked him once — slowly, deliberately and grubbly. And blimey, he felt so perfect beneath your touch. 

Seonghwa’s hips jerked forward with a quiet, plaintive  groan, his head dropping helplessly as another full-body shudder tore through him.

A slow, smug little smile curved your strawberry-red lips at the sound. Fuck, you couldn’t even pretend it didn’t turn you on.

‘I couldn't think of anything else...’  You purred sweetly; the sound of your voice was sultry and warm, like honey dripping onto his skin. Your hand tightened around his thick length, stroking him with long, languid pulls. Your thumb swirled over the swollen, leaking head through the silk, teasing the sensitive underside before pressing lightly into the slit, causing more pre-cum oozed out in thick, glossy drops, coating your fingers in a warm, slippery mess.  “Only your fat cock… leaking for me, stretching my tight little cunt open while I screamed your name.” Your words hung in the charged air, sinful and shameless, wrapping around both of you like smoke.

His breathing turned ragged and broken, almost like soft sobs.  His whole body shuddered violently against you, every hard muscle trembling and twitching as he lost control under your hand. Such a perfect and proper Mr. Park had completely unraveled, hips rolling helplessly into your fist like he was already fucking you right there against the counter.

“Keep going, angel,” he rasped, his voice completely shattered. “Don’t you dare stop… Tell Daddy how you fucked that pretty little pussy with your toys. Tell me how fucking wet you got for me, princess. How you dripped and soaked everything while you moaned my name like a desperate little whore. I need it. I need every fucking detail.”

The sleepy silence of the kitchen was broken only by the wet, obscene schlick-schlick of your hand eagerly pumping his cock through the ruined silk and the broken, slutty whimpers falling spilling from his pretty mouth. But you wanted skin. You wanted every hot inch of him.

To hell with it. You shamelessly  shoved your hand straight past the waistband, no fabric left between you, just hot, perfectly smooth skin and pure lust.

Your fingers wrapped around his bare cock, and the heavy, throbbing weight of it in your palm was so tempting that your mouth immediately filled with saliva. You licked your lips unconsciously, already imagining the creamy,  rich taste of his cum pouring copiously from the tiny, pulsating slit at the plump, rounded tip. There was so much to worship — so much to lick, suck, choke on, and swallow until your belly was full of him.

A fresh rush of slick oozed from your greedy little cunt, soaking your silky folds and dripping down your thighs as you stroked him root to tip, slow and filthy. Your thumb swirled over the leaking head, twisting teasingly so more thick pre-cum spilled down to his heavy, velvety balls.

“God, Mr. Park…”You ou breathed, voice dripping with sin. “You’re so fucking big.” You squeezed tighter, pumping him faster, the disgustingly loud, wet slurping filling the quiet kitchen. “I love how you throb for me… how messy and leaky you get. I could jerk this fat cock for hours while I tell you every nasty thing I’ve dreamed about.”

Every word that left your lips only made you wetter, your greedy little cunt clenching around nothing as you imagined all the ways he could destroy you. You could feel your own slick dripping down your inner thighs, and the thought of him finding out just how soaked you were made you squeeze his cock even harder.

“The way you fuck in those videos… God, it should be illegal.” You breathed, voice thick with lust. “How is any girl supposed to stay indifferent when you look like that? Hips snapping so hard, that perky, firm ass up in the air, moaning like a desperate little whore… It turns me on so fucking much.” You squeezed his throbbing cock tighter, stroking him faster as your own words made your pussy clench. “But what I want most is this cock ruining me. I want to drop to my knees right here and worship it — suck you so deep until I’m choking and crying, while you fuck my throat.” Your lips brushed the warm, honey skin on his shoulder as you whispered the last part, voice trembling with need. “Please, Mr. Park… Seonghwa… let me.”

Before you could even react, he yanked your hand out of his pants, spun you roughly, and slammed you against his chest. One elegant hand collared your delicate throat, fingers pressing just hard enough to make your pulse hammer wildly against his palm. His other hand banded around your waist, crushing you to him even closer so every rigid, throbbing inch of his cock ground hot and heavy against your lower stomach through the thin silk.

Seonghwa didn’t kiss you. He devoured you. His mouth crashed down on yours, tongue shoving past your lips in a filthy, wet slide, claiming every inch of your mouth like he owned it. Without warning, he pulled back just enough to spit a thick, warm glob of saliva straight onto your waiting tongue, watching with dark satisfaction as it landed heavy and glistening. Then he dove back in, licking his own spit from your mouth with long, obscene strokes, sucking on your tongue like he wanted to consume you whole. It was messy, desperate, drool already spilling down your chin and onto your heaving tits as he fucked your mouth with his tongue and bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

When he finally ripped away, you were gasping, lips swollen and glistening with his spit. His eyes were pure black hunger, darker and more ravenous than before as if tasting you had only made him starve for the rest of you.

“Just look at you…” Seonghwa growled against your lips, his voice low and velvet-wrapped darkness.“Such a naughty little slut, confessing every filthy fantasy to Daddy. No shame at all, hmm?” His grip on your throat tightened possessively, thumb stroking your racing pulse as that devilish smirk curved his lips. “You really thought I’d let you drop to your knees and suck me off just like that? Oh no, princess. First you’re going to earn it. You’re going to work that greedy little cunt on my cock until you’re shaking and dripping for me.” He leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear. “I’m going to fuck your pretty princess pussy so hard you’ll feel me for days.”

He didn’t wait for your answer. His hand stayed clamped around your throat as he dragged you down the dark hallway toward the guest bedroom, your bare feet scrambling to keep up on the cool floor. Three steps in and his self-control completely shattered. Seonghwa shoved you hard against the wall, roughly yanked your silk top over your head, and ripped the tiny shorts down your legs in one brutal tug. You were naked in seconds, your perky tits heaving and lasciviously swayed with every shaky breath, your pretty pussy swollen and glistening, warm slick already dripping down your thighs in shiny, obscene trails.

Seonghwa spat loudly into his palm, then slapped his wet hand straight between your legs. Two long fingers dragged slowly through your silky, soaked folds, spreading his warm spit and your sticky arousal everywhere, coating your swollen lips and clit until everything was slick and messy. He cupped your entire pussy in his palm and squeezed hard, possessively — claiming you completely — letting you feel just how drenched and desperate your greedy little cunt was for him. 

No one had ever touched you like that before, and fuck… it felt so bloody good.

“Fuck, listen to how wet you are for me, little princess.” Seonghwa growled, his moist, plump lips brushing against the delicate skin of your earlobe with every word, sending hot shivers racing down your spine and making your pussy clench greedily around nothing. His fingers rubbed slow, dirty circles over your swollen clit before sinking knuckle-deep inside you with a loud, obscene squelch. “Every time you came over to our house, sweetheart, I used to fantasize about bending you over the nearest surface and destroying this pretty little pussy until you couldn’t walk straight.” He slapped your soaked cunt sharply — once, twice, the wet smacks echoing down the hallway as your hips jerked and another gush of slick coated his fingers.

“You’re such a Miss Sugar Pink.” Seonghwa growled against your ear, voice low and filthy. “I’ve been losing my mind wondering how creamy and honeyed this pretty pussy would taste, how hotly and intensely you’ll squirt.” His fingers curled deep inside you with a disgusting slurping sound, stroking that perfect spot until your knees threatened to buckle. “Fuck, I’m going to ruin you so good, angel.” He promised darkly. “Gonna stretch this tight little cunt until it only remembers the shape of my cock. You’re never going to want anyone else after I’m done with you. I want to own you, princess,” Seonghwa growled, voice dark and possessive. “Every hole. Every moan. Every fucking inch of you.” Mr. Park's purring, extremely sexual voice vibrates against your heated skin like an electric shock, sending waves of arousal straight to your lustful, yearning vagina. His fingers curled viciously inside you, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your walls trembled and clenched greedily around him, trying desperately to keep him buried deep. “And now I’m going to.” With a filthy, wet pop he yanked his fingers out, spun you around, and slammed your back against the wall. 

His hand immediately dove between your legs again, cupping your dripping pussy possessively, rubbing slow, dirty circles over your swollen clit while his mouth crashed into yours once more.

You moaned lewdly into the kiss, one hand fisting his blond hair, the other wrapping tight around his throbbing cock, stroking him fast and greedy. You stayed like that for long, dizzy minutes — bodies grinding desperately, tongues sliding wet and messy, his fingers spanking your soaked cunt while you jerked his leaking cock, both of you lost in raw, filthy need.

“Oh God… I’m gonna squirt if you keep...” You whined desperately into his mouth, voice breaking.

Seonghwa ripped his lips away from yours, breathing hard. He slowed down, lazily pulled his fingers out of your dripping pussy, leaving your greedy little hole quivering and empty. Without a word, he lifted his slick, glistening fingers to your mouth. You didn’t even think. Your lips parted obediently and you sucked them in deep, tasting yourself — sweet, tangy, and filthy — bobbing your head and moaning around his fingers exactly like you would around his cock.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy…” Seonghwa groaned, eyes rolling back as a guttural moan tore from his throat. “I want you so badly.” He dragged you the last few feet down the hall, kicked the guest bedroom door open, and shoved you inside.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Mr. Park didn’t waste a single second.

You never made it to bed. Instead, he pinned you right back against the wall, one muscular thigh shoving between yours to spread you wide open. His elegant fingers slid back between your legs, but this time the rhythm turned slow, deliberate, almost reverent — teasing you with lazy, heated strokes that made your soaked folds part so easily for him.

He was bold now, completely shameless. His wet fingertips slid down, right between your buttocks, teased over your tight little asshole, circling the sensitive ring once, twice, slow and deliberate, before sliding back up and sinking knuckle-deep into your dripping cunt again. The wet, filthy sounds of him fingering you filled the soft, enveloping darkness of the bedroom — loud, obscene slurping and smacking that echoed off the walls. You were sure the sleeping girls upstairs could hear every single wet thrust of his fingers if they weren’t already passed out.

You didn’t give a single fuck if they could hear.

They could have dragged chairs into the hallway, popped open more champagne, and settled in with popcorn to watch the show — you would have given them one hell of a performance. The only thought that still flickered in the back of your mind was Misol… but even that fragile worry melted away under the hot, frenzied intensity of Mr. Park’s hands on you.

Your mouths stayed locked in a sloppy, desperate kiss the entire time — tongues sliding wetly, spit dripping messily down your chins and onto your heaving tits, teeth nipping at swollen lips. Every time his fingers curled deep inside you, you moaned shamelessly into his mouth and he swallowed every sound like he was starving for it, grinding his rock-hard cock against your hip through the ruined silk.

Then he pulled back just enough to growl against your lips, voice low and commanding.

“Stick your tongue out for me, princess.”

You obeyed instantly, mouth falling open, tongue sliding out pink and waiting like an offering.

Seonghwa stared down at you with pure hunger, then slowly, deliberately spat a thick, warm glob of saliva right onto the center of your tongue. It landed heavy and glistening, slowly trickling back toward your throat. But before you could even taste it, he leaned in with a guttural groan and licked it right off — his tongue dragging slow and filthy over yours, claiming every drop of his own spit like he owned your mouth. The deep moan that vibrated from his chest into yours was pure sin as he kissed you even messier, tongues tangling and sucking greedily, drool spilling down your chin.

You were shaking, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers, when the words finally tumbled out in a broken, filthy whimper.

“I want it all, Daddy… I want your tongue, your cock, your fingers, give me everything.” Seonghwa moans like you just knocked the air out of his lungs. The sound is raw, shocked, and so fucking turned on it makes his cock twitch violently against your thigh. He fucking loved it. Loved that you weren’t some shy little girl, blushing and hiding under his gaze. No, you were a greedy, dripping slut who looked him straight in the eyes while begging for his cock, his tongue, and every filthy thing he could give you.

“You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” He rasped, voice wrecked and dripping with praise as he pumped his fingers deeper, scissoring you open with wet, filthy sounds. “We can try 69, baby… you can sit on my face and smother me with that pretty pussy while your hot little tongue works my cock like a good girl.”

“I want to see your handsome face while you lick my pussy, Daddy.” You cut him off, bold and shameless, eyes locked on him.

The words hit him like lightning. Seonghwa’s entire body trembled hard. His fingers stuttered inside you for a heartbeat, eyes rolling back as a deep, animalistic groan ripped from his chest. When his gaze snapped back to yours it was feral — pupils blown wide, pure starved bliss written across his face. His plump lips parted on a heavy pant, tongue darting out to lick the taste of you off them.

“Goddamn, princess…” He breathed, voice hoarse and reverent. “You really are fucking perfect. Sweet and slutty and all mine.”

You didn’t have time to react before  Seonghwa yanked his fingers out with a wet, obscene squelch, lifted you clean off the floor like you weighed nothing, and threw you onto the bed. The mattress bounced beneath you as he climbed on top, crawling up your body with dark, predatory intent. His blond hair fell messily into his eyes, a silk shirt hanging open over his flushed, sweaty chest. And for the first time that night, you finally saw him — the real Seonghwa. But the man from the screen. The top porn star, the one who fucked like a god and ruined anyone lucky enough to end up beneath him.

His strong hands easily shoved your thighs wide apart, spreading you obscenely for him. Hwa stared down at your dripping pussy like a starving man about to devour his last meal.

“You want to see my face while I eat this pretty cunt?” He growls, lowering himself between your legs until his hot breath fans over your soaked folds. His siren eyes stay locked on yours the entire time — dark, hungry, unblinking. “Then watch me, baby. Watch Daddy make you scream.” His tongue drags up your slit in one long, filthy stripe, and that’s how a real party gets started.

Seonghwa didn’t tease. Hwa pulled you down hard, forcing your swollen, dripping pussy to press his face completely. The moment your soaked folds pressed flush against his mouth, a deep, guttural moan rumbled from his chest, vibrating straight through your core and making your thighs tremble. His plush lips sealed hungrily around your throbbing clit, sucking it into the wet heat of his mouth while his long, sinful tongue flicked and swirled with shameless greed. Mr. Park ate you like a man completely starved so fucking loud, messy, and utterly obscene — slurping and licking every drop of your slick as if it were the most addictive nectar he’d ever tasted.

He spat directly onto your pussy, watching the thick, warm glob of saliva slowly mix with your creamy juices before he dove back in like a man possessed. His long tongue fucked deep into your clenching hole, thrusting in and out with wet, obscene strokes while he slurped and sucked every drop of your slick like it was his favorite drug. The room filled with the loudest, filthiest sounds — messy slurping, greedy sucking, and his constant low, hungry moans vibrating straight against your core.

Every time you tried to lift your hips even slightly, his strong hands gripped harder and yanked you back down, smothering his face completely in your dripping pussy until his cheeks, chin, and nose were shiny and glistening with your arousal.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good, princess.” He groaned against your folds, voice muffled and rough with pleasure. He sucked your swollen clit hard again, then dragged his tongue lower, licking a slow, filthy stripe over your tight little asshole before spitting on it too. Hwa alternated between devouring your pussy and rimming you with shameless hunger, moaning like he couldn’t decide which part of you he wanted to ruin first. His own cock twitched and leaked steadily against his stomach, hips bucking uselessly into the mattress as he lost himself completely in eating you alive.

You were shaking uncontrollably, thighs trembling on either side of his head, soft desperate whimpers spilling from your lips every time his tongue pushed inside you.  You couldn’t stop grinding down on his mouth, chasing every flick and thrust of his wicked tongue like the greedy little slut he was turning you into.

You didn’t even get a chance to catch your breath before Seonghwa let out a low, feral growl and flipped you both in one smooth motion. He dropped onto his back and dragged you up his body until your sweet, dripping pussy hovered right over his face. Strong hands gripped your hips and yanked you down hard, forcing you to sit fully on his mouth — your swollen, soaked folds pressed flush against his plump lips and eager tongue.

“Come on, princess, ride me.” He rasps, the low growl sinking straight into your aching core. “Use my face like you’ve been dreaming about. Make me your plaything.”

You don’t hesitate. Your fingers twist tight into his thick blond hair, and you roll your hips forward, dragging your slick, swollen folds over his waiting tongue in slow, filthy circles. The first broad, velvet stroke of his tongue drags from your dripping entrance all the way up to your pulsing clit, ripping a sharp, broken moan from your throat as your back arches hard.

He devours you messy, ravenous, utterly without shame. His tongue spears deep into your tight hole, fucking in and out with wet, obscene thrusts while the bridge of his nose grinds perfectly against your throbbing little bud. He sucks your plump, glistening lips into his hot mouth, tongue swirling and flicking without mercy, then pulls back just enough to lash quick, cruel strokes across your swollen clit until your thighs shake violently around his head.

“Fuck, Mr. Park...” You moan, grinding down harder, smearing your dripping arousal all over his chin, his flushed cheeks, and that pretty, ruined mouth. “You eat cunt so fucking good… I watched that video so many times and all I could think about was this. Your tongue buried inside me, licking me open, forcing me to leak down your throat. I touched myself every single night imagining exactly how you’d ruin me with your mouth… and it’s so much better. So much fucking better.” Your filthy praise pulls a loud, muffled groan from deep in his chest. He snarls against your soaked flesh and eats you even more viciously. 

One hand slides up to roughly knead your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple until it throbs with heat. Sharp little smacks land on the soft underside of your tit, making it bounce and sting beautifully, while his other hand grips your ass hard and spreads you wide open for him. His tongue teases lower, circling the tight, untouched ring of muscle with wicked little flicks before plunging back into your greedy pussy with loud, sloppy, obscene sounds.

You ride his face without a shred of shame now — hips rolling and bucking, your slick cunt sliding messily over his tongue and lips, clit dragging across his nose with every filthy grind. Your fingers yank tighter in his hair, using it like reins as you fuck his mouth exactly the way you need. Seonghwa never slows. He only moans louder, lapping and sucking and swallowing every drop of your dripping nectar like it’s the most decadent thing he’s ever tasted, those dark, starving eyes locked upward on your face the entire time.

The pressure coils fast and brutal inside you.

“Seonghwa, fuck, I’m gonna cum on your tongue.” You let out a loud, unashamed moan, pulling Mr. Park by the hair and trembling all over. You felt as though you were on fire; all your senses were on edge; a sticky, tingling heat caressed your skin. Every movement of Hwa’s skilled tongue, gliding between your folds, plunged you deeper and deeper into the haze of pleasure. “You’re so good, daddy...so fucking perfect, eating my cunt like you were born to ruin it....ah....”

Seonghwa growls against your throbbing clit and sucks the swollen little pearl hard between his lips, flicking it with merciless, rapid strokes. That’s all it takes.

You shatter violently, squirting hard all over his gorgeous, godlike face. Hot, messy squirt floods his tongue and chin in pulsing waves, dripping in glossy rivulets down his neck as your hips jerk and grind through every brutal spasm. He moans like he’s the one falling apart, swallowing every sweet drop you feed him, tongue still lapping and working you through the orgasm until you’re trembling and whimpering helplessly above him.

But he’s nowhere near finished. With a wet, ragged gasp, Seonghwa shoves you off his mouth, flips you onto your back in one fluid motion, and crawls over you like a predator ready to devour. His blond hair is a soaked, tangled wreck, glistening with your slick; his lips are shiny, swollen, and obscene; his eyes are pure lust. He licks his lips slowly, staring down at your twitching, drenched slit as if he hadn’t yet satisfied his hunger.

“Fuck… look at you.” He breathes. He spits into his palm, wraps his hand around that big, throbbing cock, and strokes himself with slow, deliberate drags until every veined inch shines obscenely. Then he grabs your thighs, yanks you toward him, and folds you into a mating press—knees shoved back almost beside your ears, your soaked cunt completely exposed and lewdly open, offered up like a gift. “Gonna fuck you so deep like this, princess.” Seonghwa teases the fat, leaking head of his cock up and down your glistening folds, slapping it wetly against your clit twice before he lines himself up.“Gonna watch this greedy little hole take every inch while you’re bent in half for me.”

And with one slow, devastating thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you.

You’re folded completely beneath him, under his control, knees pressed almost to your  head, and the first deep plunge knocks the breath straight from your lungs. Hwa sinks in with one smooth, merciless glide, stretching your fluttering walls so wide they clench and ripple around every thick inch. The wet, filthy squelch of your cunt swallowing him whole is downright obscene, and his heavy balls slap right against your swollen labia with a loud, lewd smack.

That’s when it hits you like lightning. This man is here for the long haul. There’s not a single hint of exhaustion in his body. His hips roll in a perfect, punishing rhythm—slow enough for you to feel every vein dragging along your sensitive inner walls, deep enough that the fat crown kisses your cervix on every stroke. His balls keep smacking against your labia, heavy and full, the skin already shining with your slick. Sweat traces down the sharp cuts of his abs, but his breathing stays steady, controlled, like he could fuck you for hours and and still won’t get enough.

Park Seonghwa is not a man with simple desires. And he proves it when he suddenly pulls out, hauls you clean off the bed with those long, elegant arms, and slams back inside while holding you suspended in mid-air. 

Your back presses flush against his chest as he fucks you standing—fast, aggressive, hips snapping so hard your tits bounce wildly and your head falls back against his shoulder. The angle is lethal; his cock drags perfectly over that devastating spot inside you until your knees give out and your cunt explodes again. You squirt like a fountain, hot clear streams gushing down his thighs and splattering onto the floor while he just keeps pounding through it, growling filthy praise right against your ear.

Before you can even come down from the last shattering high, Seonghwa drags you off his cock, pulling out another weak squirt from your well-fucked pussy, and bends you over the edge of the bed, shoves your face into the mattress with a firm, unyielding hand between your shoulder blades.

Seonghwa positions you like a pro, just as he was. Years of working in the porn industry had honed his skills to perfection. Your plump, juicy butt arched high and offered to him for a new angle for penetration.

The break is barely noticeable, because Hwa drives back inside you with short, punishing thrusts that make your plump cheeks ripple and jiggle with every brutal impact. The loud, wet smack of his hips against your ass fills the room, his heavy, cum-slick balls slapping rhythmically against your swollen clit on every stroke. 

A thick, creamy white ring already circles the base of his cock, proof of just how sloppy and ruined your greedy little hole has become. He’s already dragged you through orgasm after orgasm, pulling two violent squirts from you, and he still shows no sign of slowing.

Sex will never be the same for you again.

Because Seonghwa fucks like a goddamn expert who’s studied every way to break a woman apart. Every thrust is precise, every roll of his hips timed perfectly to wreck you completely. And you’re fucking loving every second of your own destruction.

He keeps you pinned there for a few more delicious, mind-melting minutes, pounding you into the mattress with relentless power—one hand fisted tight in your hair, the other gripping your hip so hard you know his fingerprints will bloom like filthy little reminders of the forbidden on your skin tomorrow. Then, without missing a single savage stroke, he yanks you upright, spins you around, and drops back onto the bed himself, cock still hard and gleaming with your slick.

“Come on, angel.” He growls, voice wrecked and dripping with raw, filthy hunger as he pulls you on top of him. “Cum for me again. I want to watch you gush all over me. Stretch that needy little cunt on my cock… ride me like you own every inch.” His hands lock around your waist, guiding you down until the fat, leaking head of his cock nudges your soaked entrance, waiting for you to sink onto him while those dark, predatory eyes devour every flicker of pleasure across your face.

You slide down onto Seonghwa’s thick cock in one greedy, eager plunge, taking every veined inch until he’s buried to the hilt inside your fluttering pussy. 

Then you start to ride on him - hard and fast, hips snapping with desperate, sinful rolls that make your ass bounce and slap against his thighs. The wet, obscene smack of skin on skin echoes through the room, your creamy arousal coating his shaft and dripping in glossy rivulets down his heavy balls with every rise and fall.

“Fuck...I love it.” You gasp, voice fracturing. “You fuck me so fucking good, Hwa… so deep, so perfect. You’re completely ruining me like this.”

Seonghwa laughs, low and dark and delighted, that pretty mouth curling into a wicked smirk even as his gaze stays locked on the way your cunt stretches obscenely around his girth. His palm cracks down hard on your ass, the sharp smack blooming hot and stinging across your skin.

“Watch that filthy mouth, princess.” Hwa growls, voice rough with lust. “Or I’ll shut it up with my dick instead.”

“Yes, please, give me that dick in my mouth, Daddy. I want it.” You moan like you’ve been starving for him to say the words, thighs trembling as you ride him even faster.

The filthy promise sends you spiraling. Your cunt clamps down around him like a vice and you cum hard—squirting in violent, hot pulses that soak his abs, his thighs, and the sheets beneath him. Your whole body shakes uncontrollably, pleasure crashing through you so intense your vision whites out. You lean forward and sink your teeth into the smooth skin of his shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave dark, claiming marks.

Seonghwa doesn’t even flinch. He groans deep in his chest, hips still rolling up to meet every frantic grind of yours, fucking you through the orgasm like it’s nothing.

“One more, angel.” Seonghwa rasps hot against your ear, voice wrecked and dripping with wicked promise. “One more and I swear I’ll give you a break.” That’s not entirely true, though. 

You want to sob, actually break down and cry like the greedy little whore he’s turned you into, because you already know the brutal truth: no one else will ever fuck you like this again. Sex with anyone after Park Seonghwa will be ruined forever.

He drops you into it first, then kneels before you.  With a rough grip on your thighs he throws your legs over the armrests, spreading you impossibly wide—your soaked, swollen slit on full display, glistening and completely exposed for him. It’s filthy. It’s new. And you fucking love how vulnerable it makes you feel.

Seonghwa’s thumbs glide over your slick, puffy folds, massaging the sensitive flesh in slow, firm circles before spreading them apart so nothing is hidden. He leans in and drags his tongue up your dripping seam in one long, hungry lick, then again, and again, devouring every drop of your mixed cum. 

He mooed with satisfaction when a thick drop of your mucus dripped from your little hole straight onto his tongue, and only then Hwa pulled away, only to line himself up and push back inside you.

This time it’s different - slow, sensual, devastatingly intimate. His thick cock slides in inch by torturous inch until he’s buried to the hilt, stretching your walls open all over again. Seonghwa's body moves like liquid sin: rolling, fluid, powerful hips rising in perfect, languid strokes that drag the fat crown along every sensitive ridge inside you. It’s exactly like that first video you found. The same hypnotic rhythm, the same filthy grace.

You’ve never seen a man more devastatingly beautiful than Park Seonghwa in this moment. Sweat gleams across his chest, blond hair plastered to his forehead, lips parted and swollen as he stares straight into your eyes with pure, dark hunger.

He keeps that slow, rolling pace, fucking you like he has all night, one hand still holding your cunt spread wide while the other lifts to his mouth. He looks you dead in the eyes as he slowly, sloppily licks his thumb—long, wet drags of his tongue, making it shine with spit, sucking it between his plump lips like the filthiest vow.

You already know exactly what he’s about to do.

He keeps that sensual rhythm inside your throbbing pussy, hips moving like molten heat, cock stroking every inch of your walls. Then his spit-slick thumb presses against your tight little asshole and sinks in—slow, deliberate, stretching you open while he continues to fuck your pussy at the same time. 

The dual fullness makes your eyes roll back; you feel so completely stuffed, so utterly claimed, and he strokes that thick thumb in perfect sync with his cock, curling it just right, turning you into a whimpering, leaking wreck.

His breathing grows ragged against your skin as he gets more and more desperate. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking hard, tongue swirling and flicking the stiff peak while his teeth graze just enough to make you jolt. Seonghwa’s claiming both your holes now—deep, sensual thrusts into your cunt, steady strokes of that thumb in your ass—and the wet, filthy symphony of it fills the room: the slick glide of his cock, the obscene squelch of his thumb, your broken moans tangling with his low groans.

You cum together. Your orgasm slams into you like a tidal wave. Your cunt clamps down around his cock like a vice, squirting so hard and so violently that clear, hot streams gush out around his shaft, soaking his abs, his thighs, and the chair beneath you. Black spots explode across your vision; the pleasure is so overwhelming you almost black out, body shaking uncontrollably, thighs quivering over the armrests. All you can feel is him—shot after thick, heavy shot of warm cum flooding deep into your pussy, pulse after pulse as he fills you to the brim and beyond. Seonghwa moans loud and broken against your chest, hips stuttering up into you as he empties himself completely, pumping you full until you’re overflowing and dripping down his balls.

He doesn’t pull away. Still buried to the hilt, still thumb-deep in your ass, he blindly seeks your mouth and crashes into a disgustingly wet kiss—tongues sliding sloppy and desperate, spit dripping down your chins while you both ride out the endless aftershocks.

You stay tangled like that for several long, hazy minutes, panting into each other’s mouths, bodies slick and shining with sweat and cum. Then Seonghwa finally eases his spent cock from your wrecked cunt and slips his thumb free. Immediately a thick, creamy river of his release spills out of you — pearly white and obscene, dripping in heavy, glossy strands onto the chair and floor below. Neither of you cares. You’re both too blissed-out, too thoroughly used to bother with anything except the raw, sticky afterglow.

He stands up slowly, legs still steady despite everything he’s done to you, and you get the perfect, mouth-watering view of his gorgeous body as he crosses to the dresser. Broad shoulders tapering into a slutty, sculpted waist, the elegant line of his spine, and — fuck — that firm, perfect ass flexing with every step. Your mouth waters even though your body is screaming that it’s already been spoiled and utterly ruined.

Seonghwa plucks a cigarette from the pack on the dresser, lights it with a soft click of the lighter, then drops back onto the bed, spreading his long limbs out like a satisfied king on his throne. His cock lies thick and heavy against his thigh, still semi-hard, glistening with the messy evidence of how hard you both came. Fresh saliva floods your mouth at the sight.

Somehow you manage to push yourself up from the chair, legs shaky and aching, his warm cum still leaking in slow, sinful trails down your inner thighs. You crawl onto the bed on trembling hands and knees, collapsing beside him with a soft, wrecked little sigh.

“I didn’t know you smoked, Mr. Park.” You rasp, voice hoarse from screaming his name, but there’s a playful little lilt on the title that makes his lips twitch.

Seonghwa takes a slow drag, smoke curling lazily from those plump, seductive lips, and gives you a heavy, siren-eyed look — dark and hooded, promising every filthy thing he still wants to do to you.

“You don’t know a lot about me, angel.” He exhales slowly, watching the way your gaze follows the smoke. “Only the parts where the cunt was good… and yours?” His smirk deepens, dark and satisfied. “Yours is fucking divine.”

You giggle softly, the sound low and breathless, as you crawl closer across the rumpled sheets. Your body feels heavy, limbs loose and deliciously sore, but you can’t resist the pull of him. Seonghwa looks so sinfully beautiful lounging there — naked, skin gleaming with sweat and the faint sheen of your combined release, that thick, heavy length resting against his thigh like it’s already plotting round two. 

The cozy, single-father mask is completely shattered. All that’s left is the depraved porn star underneath: blond hair a wrecked mess, lips swollen, dark siren eyes half-lidded with satisfaction and lingering hunger.

“How are you still this hard after all that?” You murmur. “You fucking destroyed me. My whole body aches…" 

Seonghwa’s lips curve into a slow, amused smirk. He takes another lazy drag, smoke curling past those plush lips as he exhales with a soft chuckle that vibrates through his chest.

“Angel.” The voice sticks to your skin like a kiss of love, so honeyed and sweet. “I can fuck for hours. I did porn, you know?”

The words hang in the air, filthy and casual, and you both laugh — soft, lazy, the kind of laughter that feels like another slow kind of foreplay.

 You trade a few more teasing, heated phrases, the conversation drifting easy and dirty between you. He mocks you for how loud you screamed when you squirted all over him; you call him a cocky bastard for lasting that long; he counters that your greedy little hole is addictive enough to keep him throbbing all night. Every word drips with heat, smoke, and the sticky sweetness of spent pleasure.

He takes another drag, lips parting slow and deliberate as he releases the smoke toward the ceiling. The way his throat works, the faint glow of the cigarette tracing the sharp line of his jaw — it hits you all over again. Fresh heat coils low in your belly, your ruined cunt giving a weak, interested flutter even though your thighs are still trembling.

“I want your dick in my mouth.” You whine, the words slipping out soft and sleepy, almost cute in how needy they sound. Your eyes are heavy, lashes fluttering, but your gaze stays locked on the thick length resting against his thigh.

Seonghwa’s eyes darken instantly. He stubs the cigarette out in the ashtray with a quiet click, then climbs onto the bed properly, the mattress dipping under his weight. Strong arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his warm, solid chest. One hand strokes down your spine, gentle now, while the other cups the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

“How can I refuse you when you ask so sweetly, angel, hmm?” He murmurs against your temple, voice a low rumble that makes you shiver. “But you look so tired, baby… you can hardly keep your eyes open. Rest. I’ll be right here.”

He tucks you closer, lips brushing your hair, and for a moment it feels almost tender — until he leans in, mouth right against your ear, breath hot and wicked.

“And anyway, I like morning blowjobs better.” The promise lingers in the air between you, dark and delicious, sending one last shiver down your spine even as exhaustion pulls you under.

Seonghwa presses a soft kiss to your forehead, then another to your swollen lips, holding you securely against him as your breathing evens out.

The last thing you feel before sleep claims you is the steady beat of his heart against your cheek and the warm, possessive weight of his hand resting on your hip, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin.

Tomorrow morning is going to be dangerous.

But right now, wrapped in Seonghwa’s arms, leaking his cum and aching in the sweetest way, you can’t bring yourself to care.

You drift off with a tiny, satisfied smile on your lips, already dreaming of waking up to that velvet voice and that thick cock waiting for your mouth.

Bonus Chapter: 𝔏𝔞𝔷𝔶 𝔖𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤

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a/n: haven’t done a smau in a minute so if i’m rusty… CLOSE YOUR EYES!!!!

Drinking with Stray Kids was never a good idea, every single time without fail they found a way to get you to drink soju, that damned drink always managed to loosen up your tongue, not necessarily in a bad way but more in a extroverted type way but sometimes you let something slip that you would’ve never said was it not for the alcohol flowing through your veins. Today you had been drinking with all the guys, having fun around the pool and chatting the day away. As the daylight dimmed everyone gathered inside for a chill buffet style dinner you had prepared for game night, a mixture of Korean dishes and other cuisines so everyone could eat as much as their hearts desired while you played videogames and eventually board games, but as the bottles emptied the games turned a little more intimate as it was very common with these guys and before you could say anything they decided to play truth or dare.

“Truth or dare?” Hyunjin asked after a couple of rounds had passed.

“Truth” You said, after enduring too many embarrassing dares you decided to go safer, or so you thought…because nothing was ever safe with these men.

“Y/N, when’s the last time a man made you come?” You damn near spat out the shot you had just taken as everyone turned their full attention to you. Chans question seemed to be a loaded one given that you were the closest to him and might have let it slip that you didn’t have the best track record with sexual encounters and men.  Your eyes widened at the question, not because it was too personal, you were used to that by now but because it came out of nowhere and there was zero hesitation about it. But you answered honestly nonetheless.

“Never” You said avoiding eye contact with everyone, filling up the tiny shot glass with an almost empty bottle, you didn’t really know why you were so embarrassed to admit such a thing, when you weren’t the one that should be embarrassed, it wasn’t your fault after all. But you couldn’t help but feel a little insecure, maybe you were the problem and you didn’t know it. 

“Really? That can’t be true, how come no man has made you come?” Changbin asked, he sounded truly curious and you couldn’t blame him, it was definitely weird.

“Yeah, it’s true. I don’t really feel attracted sexually if I don’t have an emotional connection, and I’ve only had bad experiences with men.” You admitted as you took the shot you had just poured yourself followed by another gulp of the beer you had in your possession but didn’t know where it came from. As you finished the sentence everyone begun speaking and saying stuff about how men are horrible and you deserve better, a couple of comments were made about how they always made the women they had sex with come with smug looks being shared between a lot of teasing. You took a mental note that everyone said something except I.N, he just looked at you, neutral expression but his eyes, those damn eyes, he was thinking something, but you couldn’t put a pin in it. It’s like he wanted to say something, but he was holding back.

“My sorrows, anyway who’s next? Seungmin, truth or dare?” Fleix said making you giggle at his condolences for your lack of orgasming, but you were glad that the attention was finally off you and onto someone else.

After everyone had gone to their respective rooms you stayed cleaning up the last remaining dishes and putting the leftovers away in the fridge, you heard someone coming into the kitchen.

“Is it true what you said before?” It was Jeongin. He stood next to you and quickly grabbed a kitchen towel as he begun to dry the plates you had just washed.

“About what?” You played dumb but you knew what he was implying, you just would’ve preferred to not have to talk about it anymore, as much as you pretended that it wasn’t that big of a deal the truth was that it was a big insecurity for you.

“That no man has made you…you know…come?” He asked, a little innocence laced in his voice. His hands busy helping you dry off the dishes which also helped because he kept his eyes glued to the plate he was drying, which was very much dry by now but he kept going at it. 

“Oh, that. Yeah, sadly, it’s true. Sometimes I even believe there’s something wrong with me, it’s not like I sleep around all the time, but I should’ve come with someone by now.” You said, opening up about your sexual disappointments felt less awkward with him, you had always been close with Jeongin, your personalities worked incredibly well together, and you always had a lot of fun when spending time with each other. But on the other hand you could also have really deep conversations with him, he was a greta listener and always gave such good advice.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You just haven’t found the right person. Men these days don’t care about women’s pleasure, they only want to do it and leave. I’ll never understand it.” He said giving you a genuine smile but it felt a little pitiful.

“Yeah, I know. But I’m tired of searching for the right one, every time I get my hopes up I and up feeling disappointed and used. The guy I met at the party the other day, didn’t even bother to learn my name, came twice and didn’t try to make me feel good. He literally just used me like I was a sex toy, I don’t ever want to feel like that again. I felt disgusting, you know?” You said, blinking rapidly to fight the tears welling up in your eyes. Finally letting your true feelings out was nice, you had only talked about this with your girlfriends but never with other people, women always understood because sadly every woman has been through those horrible experiences but sometimes men didn’t really get it, so you avoided the topic with them.

“No, please don’t cry, I don’t want to see you crying over stupid men who don’t deserve you.” He said as he wiped the tears from your cheek, placing his fingers under your chin urging you to look at him. “You deserve someone that will treat you like the queen that you are.” He said while still holding your head up, then motioning for you to come into a hug. You melted into his muscular arms instantly, as you let out a few more tears holding him tightly, sobbing into his chest finally breaking down.

“Thank you, Innie. I guess I’ll just have to keep searching then” You said as you shrugged your shoulders, wipes your tears and resumed the cleaning when something stopped you cold in your tracks.

“Maybe you don’t have to search anymore” He said, slight blush creeping on his cheeks. You thought you heard him wrong, because there was no way he was suggesting what you thought he was suggesting. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, trying to play it cool because he could’ve easily meant something different than what your mind first imagined.

“Maybe you already found the one, but you’re too busy searching for someone else.” He said coming a little closer, your body was frozen in place, the only movement was your heart pounding in your throat so hard that you felt you could cough it out if your tried and your eyelids, closing and opening. 

“I think I would know if I had.” You said laughing nervously trying to play it cool but it came out a little more awkward than cool.

“I don’t think you would.” He said, his gaze now burning a whole into your eyes, he took another step forward. “Because if you knew you would’ve already noticed that I’ve been here for months. And you still haven’t given me a chance.” His voice was completely serious, but he had that playful smile that always made your heart flutter, he didn’t look like he was joking or messing around, in fact, he looked just as nervous as you. You cleared your throat, suddenly your mouth had become dry and the thoughts running through your head had gone wild, you didn’t really know what to say.

“Jeongin, what are you talking about?” You couldn’t help but be fully taken aback by his sudden confession about his feelings for you that you seemed to be oblivious about. You had noticed a few stares here and there and some comments that could’ve been interpreted as more than just friendly banter but you never thought anything of it because you didn’t think it was possible for someone like Yang Jeongin to like someone like you, he could date any model or actress he wanted to, he would never choose you, he was just your friend.

“Y/N, you know what I’m talking about, I know you’ve seen me staring at you, you’ve noticed how my heartrate picks up when we cuddle while watching movies, how I get nervous every time our hands graze.” He said quickly, trying not to sound too intense but this confession was not on your bingo card for the night.

“I mean yeah, of course I noticed. But I just didn’t think you saw me that way.” You replied a little embarrassed that you had sabotaged yourself so badly that you had convinced yourself that you couldn’t be liked by someone so handsome and attractive.

“Because you’re too busy wasting your time on ugly men who can’t even make you come.” He said, smiling. “If you had given me the chance you would know how love feels.” 

“You sound really confident, and I appreciate that, I really do, but that’s what every other man says, and the story always repeats itself.” You say, allowing your better judgement to take place for once because everytime you give someone the benefit of the doubt they disappoint, why would he be any different? The distance between you two almost nothing at this point, you’re standing so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his body and it’s intoxicating. His scent drawing you closer, his lips look like forbidden fruit, his eyes are full of desire and passion. 

“You know I’m not like any man you’ve met before. I want to take care of you. I want to take you where no one else has.” He said, his hands coming up your sides to grip your waist, gently but firm enough to pull you closer to him testing the waters but even if you wanted to you couldn’t pull away from him, not when he looks like he’s begging for your mercy, you feel weaker every second that passes.

“Innie, I don’t want to feel used again. I’ve had enough disappointment for now.” You said pressing your forehead against his chest, your mind keeps racing with no end in sight, you know that if you say yes you’re risking feeling abused again. But you can’t deny that you’ve always wanted to know what true love feels like, you’ve been told that making love is a beautiful experience and you want to know what that’s like. Maybe he’s the right candidate for it, at least you’ve know him and that already is a huge step in the right direction.

He grabbed your face and gently lifted your chin, his eyes searched for yours until you finally met his gaze.

“I promise I won’t every make you feel like that, let me treat you better.” He said, his voice raw and honest. You closed your eyes for a second, you couldn’t think straight when he looked at you like a little fox in distress. But in the back of your mind, you had already made your choice, you made your choice the moment you laid eyes on him the first time you met him, you’ve always wanted him, you just didn’t want to deal with the consequences of confessing your attraction for him and possibly getting rejected.

“I’m trusting you, just please don’t hurt me.” You said, and he understood instantly. He closed the distance between your lips, the kiss felt intimate and full of passion, it was slow and deep, the type of you kiss you only see in movies, the kind of kiss that sweeps you off your feet and makes you feel like you’re floating on a cloud. Your hands roamed his very muscular back while he held you as close as humanly possible against him with one arm while his other hand held the back of your neck al while your lips moved in a perfect dance.

“I would never hurt you.” He broke the kiss for a second before connecting your lips again but it was brief as you suddenly became hyperaware of the fact you were making out very passionately in the middle of the kitchen where anyone could walk in and neither of you would hear the end of it.

“We should go somewhere else before someone walks in on us.” You said pulling away just enough to get the words out and connecting your lips again.

“Come with me.” He took your hand into his big strong hand and led you up the stairs and down the hallway into his room. The room had a very cozy lighting, and it looked very tidy, he was always very picky about the way his room should be and absolutely hated sharing rooms with other people, except with you. He always offered his room when you said you wanted to nap so you wouldn’t sleep on the couch, or when staying up late for movie nights, now it all clicked in your mind.

As soon as you were inside, he began kissing you again, this time a little more hungry but still romantic, like he wanted this moment to last just a little longer. He pressed his body against yours pushing your back against the door, taking the opportunity to lock it as he kept kissing you. He pulled away for a second, his lips plump tinted with a beautiful shade of pink from all the kissing, his eyes were dark and full of lust.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this.” He confessed, something in his tone sounded different, yes, he was out of breath, but he sounded like he didn’t really want to say that, he said it before he could think about it, but he didn’t take it back. 

“Innie, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You said caressing his face softly, you were still surprised by this whole situation, but you would be lying if you said that you weren’t loving every second of it.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” He smiled

“You could never, we’re always going to be friends, no matter what.” You said and kissed him again; he needed that reassurance. Even though you knew that this could easily ruin your friendship it was too late to back out, and quite frankly, you didn’t want to. Now that you know the attraction is mutual you want to take it all the way.

“Y/N, are you sure about this?” He confirmed consent, such a small thing yet it made your legs weak, nothing hotter than a respectful man who asks for consent even when consent is implied. Such a green flag. 

“Yes, Yang Jeongin. 100% sure.” You said in between kisses. You kissed his neck, a place you knew he was very sensitive, but the moan that came out of that mans mouth you didn’t expect at all. It made you drunk, you wanted to hear more of it so you kept kissing and nibbling at it only stopping for a couple of seconds to remove his shirt revealing his toned physique. You had seen his abs many times before, but you had never been this close to him much less touching him as much as your heart desired so you took your time exploring his body. You ran your hand down his abs, which he was flexing for sure but you didn’t care one bit, he looked hot as hell, while all he did was admire the effect he was having on you, the way you couldn’t stop looking at him, admiring him like he was a statue carved by the gods themselves. Your hand trailed a little lower stopping right over his belt, your hand began to undo his belt but he stopped you before you could take it off holding your wrist in place very gently.

“No princess, today is about you.” He said before he began to remove your clothes. “Can I take this off?” He said as he held the hem of your dress, you just nodded in approval. He smiled and pulled the hem up and above your head, only your underwear covering you now, but it didn’t cover much because it was only a white lace two-piece set, it was the only thing clean you had available after the pool day but now you were really glad you kept that in your car after a bad one-night stand. “Holy fuck, you’re going to kill me.” And without another word he pushed your back ever so gently onto the bed, holding you every second of the way.

You couldn’t help but giggle at how gentle he was being with you, you had never once had a man treat you gently. You used to think you loved it hard and rough, which you did, but there’s something about treating each other with care and love, not just lust and brute force that had you melting into his touch every time he moved.

“I want you to tell me what you like princess, how do you want me?” He couldn’t be any hotter even if he tried. But the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth, it’s like your brain couldn’t comprehend you being the focus during sex, he caught on at your hesitation. “Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want to ride my thighs? Do you want me to finger you? I’m all yours baby just say the word.” He even remembered that one time you said you had a thing for riding thighs and Lee Know became the most annoying human being for like a week thinking you were talking about him, he walked around with the worst superiority complex you’ve seen.

Your eyes lit up at the offer of him fingering you, his hands were so big, and incredibly beautiful. Plus, his veiny arms always made you a little weak. Maybe more than a little, maybe more like a lot. He couldn’t help but smile at your sudden enthusiasm.

“You want me to finger you?” He said as he held his hand up for you to see in all its might and glory, damn, it’s almost like he knew you had a hand kink which he probably did because you would frequently tell him that his hands were beautiful, your eyes instantly fixated on his long digits. “Princess, I need to hear you.”

“Yes, please, Innie. I love your hands; I need you to finger me.” You begged as you held his hand, feeling every knuckle and every vein. 

“That’s my girl.” He said as he leaned down kissing you once more. 

He gently placed his hands on your knees and your legs just spread right open for him, you looked at little desperate but at this point who cares, you were in fact desperate for a man to make you come. He placed himself kneeling in between your legs. 

“If you want me stop or you don’t like it, tell me.” His voice suddenly became serious and mature, he wasn’t here to play around. You simply nodded in return. He gave you the most devilish smirk you have ever witnessed before slowly trailing his fingers down your lower belly and hovering your heat, not giving you what you want just yet. The excitement was making you dizzy; your hips bucked up against his hand searching for some friction to relieve the tension. He just chuckled and placed his fingers over your core, slowly caressing it.

“Fuck. You’re soaked, is this all for me?” He said as he kept rubbing over your pussy ever so gently.

“Yes Innie, you’ve got me fucked up.” You say even though you want to run and hide feeling way too exposed.

“Don’t be embarrassed, it’s hot.” He said as he rubbed himself over his pants, making you notice how hard he was, a very prominent bulge under his jeans.

“Let me take this off, I want to touch you properly.” He said grabbing the sides of your underwear and pulling it down your legs as you lifted your hips. He took them off completely and threw them somewhere on the floor. The cold air hitting your center making you close your legs instinctively.

“Don’t be shy now, let me see you.” He said as he gently pried your legs apart massaging your inner thighs. “See, you’re so beautiful, you don’t have to cover yourself with me, you’re safe here.” He said, tears began building up in your eyes yet again. You had never felt so loved and seen, and he’s barely touched you but just this feeling alone was enough to take over the edge. He probably noticed but he didn’t point it out, which was nice of him. He turned his focus back down to your pussy now fully exposed and glistening with arousal. He took his middle finger and slowly made contact and began spreading your juices all over, making your back arch a moan escaping from your lips. 

“Innie, fuck. Please, don’t tease me.” You begged, it had already been way too much foreplay, if he didn’t do something soon you swore you would combust. He did what you asked and began drawing circles over your clit, at first he was a little to the side and for a second you thought this would be like every other guy ever. Oh boy were you wrong, it took him 5 seconds and he adjusted his placement hitting exactly the spot. 

“Oh my, fuck. What the…” You moaned, trying to keep it quiet considering everyone could probably hear you, but you had never felt such pleasure from a mans hand before and it felt heavenly. Only you had made yourself cum but the idea of his fingers pleasing you was very erotic. 

He smiled proudly, knowing he had it in him to be the first to make you come. A title he wanted for himself, a title he was determined to get. Not because he wanted bragging rights, this night was a secret he was taking to the grave, but because he knew he wanted you to feel special and he could do that and that filled him with pride.

“Oh fuck princess, you like that?” He asked, but his question was genuine, not smug, he wanted to know he was doing a good job, he was asking for feedback.

“Yes, Innie. That feels really good.” You said in between moans. Your eyes screwed shut, focused on your orgasm.

“Here princess, look at me.” He said handing you a pillow to put behind your head, propping it up, allowing you a better view between your legs. You doubted it for a second, you would’ve preferred to just shut your eyes and focus on the feeling and nothing else, usually you had to really concentrate. But as soon as you saw the view you knew this was going to get you there a lot faster, his fingers covered in your slick and touching you like that, you felt a rush of excitement shoot through your body. He kept this movement up, not changing a thing, same pressure and speed, hitting the perfect spot every single time, slowly but surely building up your orgasm.

“I want you to focus only on coming, focus on the way my fingers feel touching you.” He said, he clearly noticed the reaction you had when you caught a glimpse of his fingers on your pussy. It was truly a magical view, and it was doing it for you.

“Ok, Innie. This is hot as fuck, I hope you know that.” You reassured him, briefly taking your eyes off your pussy to look him in the eyes. He could tell you to jump of a bridge and you would do it if he looked at you like this, his eyes always tell on him, and this time he felt proud of his work. And that made you even more aroused, the fact he gets off on making you feel pleasure made you hornier in return.

“This is what it feels like to be touched with love, princess.” He said as he kept going, keeping up a steady pace as he saw what you responded to and stuck with it. Smart man. You began to feel the pleasure building up in the pit of your stomach and you almost couldn’t believe it, you had made yourself believe that you were too picky and particular, that no one could make you come, turns out they simply needed to try a little harder and treat you like a human.

“Innie, oh my god, I’m getting close.” You moaned reaching a hand towards him, his free hand intertwined with your fingers, just holding your hand while he kept his movements up.

“Do you still want me to finger you?” He asked, not missing a beat.

“No, keep going just like this, it feels amazing.” You said and he followed your instructions, not changing anything, he could see the orgasm building, he had a goal, and he was not about to let it slip away. The pleasure kept building, that knot still winding. How come no one else has been able to this for you? Are men really that incompetent? Last time the guy was just rubbing your left lip as if he wanted to rub it off.

“Baby, come back here, focus on my fingers.” He noticed your mind drifting away and made sure to ground you before your climax could slip away, so you did as instructed and focused back on his fingers and the way they keep rubbing circles over your bud. “Good girl.” Oh fuck, how does he know every single kink you have? Maybe you’ve told him a couple while drunk but you didn’t think he would remember but he clearly did. Hand kink, praise kink, thigh kink...

“I’m close, fuck, Innie, I’m very close, don’t stop, please.” Your moans now getting a little more breathless, the tension felt like it was about to snap any minute now, and his dirty talk was about to take you over the edge.

“Please Y/N, come for me. I need you to come all over my fingers.” And that was what you needed to let go, your climax came crushing down over you like a wave, no, a tsunami. Something you had never experienced, and you never thought you would, coming by someone else touching you. He kept rubbing circles as he helped you ride out your orgasm.  

“Fuck, oh my god. Innie what the fuck?” You moaned, being quiet now completely out the window. Your legs shaking as he kept rubbing slower circles over your clit, still winding down your climax. Your eyes rolled back to the back of your head.

“Oh baby that was really fucking hot. Are you ok?” He asked as his other hand gently caressed your inner thigh, urging you to slowly come back to life after that life changing orgasm. As your breathing steadied you managed to open your eyes, he was looking at you trying to figure out if you just had an exorcism or an orgasm, probably both. 

“Yes, you did it Jeongin. Didn’t think you had it in you.” You said with the biggest smile, that was more than just a normal climax, it was healing, healing from all the bad experiences where you felt like you were just a fuck doll to men who couldn’t even bother to try to make it an enjoyable experience for you. Clearly it wasn’t as hard as they had made it out to be because this gorgeous man did it in 10 minutes, and you didn’t have to tell him a thing, he just observed you and made sure you liked it.

“We’re not done yet. I want to taste you.” Your jaw nearly unhinged as it dropped wide open, he leaned down and knelt in front of you. “Sit up princess, I want you to watch me when I eat this pussy.”  He said with zero hesitation, you didn’t think twice and obeyed, but it didn’t feel like an order it felt like it was something he truly wanted.

“You’re insane, I.N.” You said as you grabbed a fistful of his hair and softly made him look at you, the man looked thirsty, like he hasn’t had a drink in weeks and your pussy was the only thing that could quench his thirst. He was irresistible. He looked at up you, yearning. His eyes full of adoration with a hint of fire behind them. You couldn’t help the feelings he was making you feel, that’s when YOU kissed him for the first time, it was real and raw, letting all your emotions out as you did you couldn’t help the tears that streamed down your face. “Thank you, Innie. Truly.” You said pressing your forehead against his. He wiped your tears from your cheeks for the second time today, but this time it was because of happiness.

“You don’t have to thank me for treating you the way you deserve to be treated, I’m sorry that you were made to think this is not the bare minimum. You won’t have to settle for less ever again, I promise.” He said, and it felt like your heart was naked, this is that kind of intimacy that even with full layers of clothing you still feel like you’re completely exposed, the intimacy that only comes from trusting your heart to someone else, not just your body but your heart and soul. You knelt on the ground in front of him and just hugged him, as you allowed all your tears to stream down you face, he held you tightly, like he was trying to piece every broken bit back together with his arm. He held you as long as you wanted, not a single word shared, you didn’t have to say anything, he knew and you knew and that was all that mattered. When you finally decided to pull away, he looked like he was also emotional, the way he felt for others always amazed you, he wasn’t one to cry often but he always cared for other deeply, he had a very kind soul and he was very empathetic. “We can stop here of you want, you’re probably tired.” He said as he stood up and held his hand out for you to do the same. But you didn’t, you had other plans, you stayed there, looking up at him.

“You’re not going anywhere. I want to show you just how thankful I am.” You said as your hands moved to unbuckle his belt, which he allowed this time. But his eyes questioned your intentions., 

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this for me, Y/N. I’m happy with taking care of you.” He said, and you believe him, but you had sucked many dicks in your lifetime, it was fair to say you didn’t like it. But this time was different, you wanted it, you craved it, and he also deserved to be treated well.

“I know, but I want to. You also deserve to be taken care of. Let me make you feel good too.” You said smiling as you unzipped his jeans and pulled both the pants and boxers down to his ankles. Holy shit, he was packing. You couldn’t deny that you had noticed he was…well, mm, big. You had caught glimpses of it around the pool or when he wore those damned grey sweats, but now that it was right in front of your face you could tell this was just the right size of big and girth. You had never seen a pretty dick, in fact dicks repulsed you, but this one, this one was pretty, it made you want to kiss it. So you did, you gave it a kiss right on the tip as you shot him a glance. And then it’s when you decided that this night should be about both of you, not just him or you, but the pleasure of both of you combined.

“I need you to tell me what you like, I want to make you feel just as good as you just made me feel.” You said as you undid the clasp of your lacy bra and tossed it to the side, he sure as hell looked like he liked that, his eyebrows shot straight up and he gave you his classic lower lip bite with a smile flashing you his dimples, you all know what face I’m talking about.

You didn’t waste any time and got to work, but it wasn’t hard like other times, this time you didn’t feel like you wanted to throw up every second of it which was a great start. His hands stayed at his sides allowing you to set the pace and depth you felt comfortable with, which made you want to do a good job for him even more. You began licking a strip all the way from the base to the tip, never breaking eye contact, then you took him in as far as you could when you felt him hit the back of your throat making you gag, so you pulled back. And then down his length again, moans slipped from his lips, it was music to your ears, you could tell he was trying to be quiet, but he was doing a miserable job at it. As you began to set a pace you made a ponytail with your hands and grabbed one of his to hold the hair in place so it wouldn’t get in the way, knowing he wouldn’t push you down more than what you wanted to.

“Fuck princess, I’m not going to last.” Thank god, even though this was very pleasurable for you, in fact it was the only time you enjoyed giving head, it required a lot of concentration to not throw up or gag constantly. But when a man like this is towering over you while he’s got his entire cock stuffing your mouth the gagging isn’t really that big of a deal, his pleasure was the only thing on your mind. His hands never once pushed you or tried to control your movements, so you kept him all the way in just a little longer every time you shoved him in, you could see the way he reacted and how much he enjoyed when you did that but clearly he wasn’t going to ask that of you much less force it.

“Baby, I’m close, where do you want me to cum?” As if he couldn’t get any hotter, he was so respectful he earned the right to come inside your mouth. A respectful man gets the best treatment. So, you didn’t reply, you just looked up at him and took him all the way in, keeping him there. He moaned and his hand tensed around your hair as he tried to pull his hips away, but you didn’t let him you kept him right there, gagging on his dick as he twitched a couple of times.

“I can’t hold it baby, fuck, I’m going to come” You just looked up at him and winked, you knew he wanted you to pull away so he could come somewhere else that wasn’t so intense, but this is how you wanted it you wanted it. More like needed it. In fact, you felt your pussy clenching, arousal dripping down your legs. After a few more seconds he released his load in your mouth, he looked majestic while coming, even with his face contorted with pleasure he looked like a god, slightly hunched over you, legs shaking, groaning and moaning all sorts of names and curse words as he spilled the last of his seed into your mouth.

“Let me bring you a tow-“ He didn’t even get to finish the sentence before you pulled back, looked him dead in the eyes and swallowed all of it. It was just as bad as you remembered but the pleasure it brought him was the only thing you could think about, it reminded you of all the times you had done this while feeling like you simply had to, not something that you had a choice in, this time he gave you the choice to tell him where to come several times but you wanted this as much as he did. His lips parted, half in sheer surprise and half in awe at your boldness.

“You didn’t have to do that for me, princess.” He said caressing your cheek gently.

“I know baby, I wanted to. I wanted to taste you, all of you.” You said as your hand reached for your heat; trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up again, your eyes widened at the sheer wetness in your core. It was dripping all down your legs and on the floor, that had never happened before, most of the times you had to use spit to have sex because you were too dry.

“You should feel just how wet sucking your dick made me.” You said as you stood up and took his arm leading him to touch you, he did as you said and what he felt did not disappoint him.

“Did you really enjoy it that much? You can tell me the truth” He asked as he looked at his soaked fingers, so soaked that when he separated them there was a film of slick between them. 

“Yes Innie, I loved pleasing you.” You said leaning in to kiss him. This time the kiss was just hungry, it felt like he wasn’t being so careful now that this was a two-way thing, not just him doing all the work. “I want us both to enjoy this, not just me.” You said as you tried pushed him onto the bed but he didn’t move a single inch, ugh, hot. Instead, he turned you and pushed you onto the bed climbing on top of you.

“What’s your favorite position, Y/N?” He asked, but you didn’t have an answer, you never enjoyed any position because it was never about your pleasure, it was always about the men.

“I don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it.” You admitted, not embarrassment in your tone, more like disappointment that you had never thought about something so basic because these shit men always used you for their own pleasure.

“That’s unacceptable baby, we’re going to find out today.” He said as he pulled away and reached for the box of condoms in a drawer on the nightstand. He pulled one out and quickly put it on. It reminded you of that time you had to beg a guy to put one on, and Jeongin didn’t even ask you. This entire night was making you realize that it really is that simple to treat a woman properly. 

He climbed back on top of you and kissed you, hands exploring every inch of naked skin available, gently and softly, like he didn’t want to break you or hurt you in any way. Groping your breasts, kissing the skin around them, moaning as he sucked on one nipple while he played with the other.

“Let’s try the classics first and then we can get more creative if you want to, ok?” He said as he pulled back and aligned himself at your entrance. He looked at you for approval, you nodded and he pushed in, not too slow, not too fast, just enough for you to let you get used to the stretch first.

“Fuck, Innie.” You moaned right into his ear. Your arms firmly wrapped around his broad shoulders. He groaned in response. “You can move now.” You said after a few seconds, he did as you told him and began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly, watching your face for any indication of pain but it looked like sheer pleasure to him, and sure thing, he made you cockdumb, eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth open, completely non-verbal. You never had dick like this, never had a man like this, and the feeling was unreal. 

“I’ve dreamed about making love to you more times than you can imagine, Y/N.” He said, confessing yet again his fantasies with you. Nothing quite like feeling wanted and safe while doing something so intimate with someone. 

“Are you making love to me right now?” You asked snapping back into reality at his confession, holding his face in your hands, making him look at you. His eyes met yours. 

“Yes, darling, I told you I was going to show you how love feels like.” He said as he kept grinding his hips into yours, with intent but not hard. Just enough to make you feel every single inch of him. He took the time to kiss you while doing it, to explore your body with care and appreciation, kissing down your chest and down your nipples. Your back arched into him and he slipped his arm under you waist to hold you even closer, you felt an intention of pleasure but it wasn’t enough.

“A little faster please” You asked him, feeling comfortable enough to ask for things you wanted was definitely a new experience.

“Say less. Whatever you want you get.” He said as he sped up a little, he stood up straight now and brought your hips upwards placing a pillow under your lower back.

“Holy fucking shit, Innie.” You moaned, the new angle making your limbs contort in all sorts of ways as the pleasure tore through your body, your hands desperately trying to find something to hold on to.

“Does that feel good?” He asked even though it came out as a moan when your walls clenched around him, still checking once again that this experience was enjoyable for you as well.

“Yes, oh my god, that’s the spot.” You moaned, back arched but your eyes still fixated on Jeongin and his perfect body, everything about him that you had always found attractive now on display just for you to admire. But he wasn’t lying when he said that he wanted to make you feel good because he took his fingers and began drawing circles over your clit again earning a very loud moan from you as he stimulated the already overstimulated bundle of nerves and he hit that delicious spot inside you at the same time.

“Baby, I love the noises, but we have to keep it down. Do you think you can do that for me?” He asked, his movements remained the same, but he was right, you probably already woke everyone up, the least you could do is try to keep it quiet but it was proving to be a challenge.

“Not when you’re fucking me like this Innie. It feels too good.” You said through gritted teeth, crying out in pleasure.

“C’mon princess, I know you can do it.” He said as his focus turned back in between your legs, he began setting a relentless pace, it was fast but not too fast, it was hard but not too hard, just the perfect mixture for your second orgasm of the night to build in the pit of your stomach, this time it came much faster than the first now that you were fully present in the moment enjoying yourself, without the pressure of your first orgasm with a man. 

“Jeongin, fuck, I’m going to come again.” You said gripping the sheets even tighter if that was possible, your body contorting as the pleasure kept building.

“Shit princess, I’m going to come too, you feel so good.” He said but you didn’t reply, you couldn’t, the pleasure had completely taken over your brain at this point. He kept going for a few seconds before you reached your second climax of the night, this one was even more intense than the first and it also lasted longer, for a second you saw the stars. He also came shortly after you as his hips faltered for the first time, his head thrown back, lips parted, eyes closed. He looked majestic, that afterglow and the sweat covering his honey skin was doing a number on his already breathtaking visuals. He stayed there for a second before leaning down to kiss you.

He had kissed you in my ways throughout the night, but this kiss was different, it was intimate, it had love behind it. It had true, real intimacy. You kissed him back like your life depended on it, never wanting this feeling to go away. You had never had sex like this, never felt loved and cared for the way he just made you feel, you swore you fell in love with the man right then and there.

“Innie…that was incredible.” You whispered smiling, pulling back just enough to look at him in the eyes. Still his eyes remained the same, honest and full of love. “Thank you.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful and one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, you deserve to be treated as such.” He said as he pulled out slowly, taking off the condom and quickly throwing it in the trash can inside his bathroom. You couldn’t help but blush at his comment. The fact that he saw positive things about you so clearly yet you couldn’t was an eye opening thing.

“Thank you for showing me that.” You said as he came back into the room with a wet towel, of course he was the kind of guy to do that. Your reached for it but he took it upon himself to clean you up, ever so gently as to not overstimulate you even further.

“Y/Nnim, can I ask you a question?” He asked as he took the towel back into the bathroom.

“Of course. Ask away?” You said propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Can you stay with me tonight?” He said, his chin a little low and his eyes giving you that pleading look again. The one you couldn’t resist.

“I would love to stay the night, Innie. There’s nothing I would like more.” You said as he climbed into the bed, this time under the covers. Opening his arms to invite you in, you curled right up to him, enjoying the heat radiating from his body, his hand caressing your arm that was draped over his abs and the other drawing random doodles on your back.

“You should know that this is the first time I’ve made love to someone.” He said, his voice barely audible by the end of the sentence. He couldn’t be any cuter if he tried.

“It’s ok if you have, you had a life before tonight.” You said, but there was a part of you that still wanted to feel special. A part of you that wanted to believe that this experience and the energy shared between both of you was new to him as well.

“I know, but I want you to know that I had never done that before, I’ve never felt something like that in my life. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s not about the act, it’s about you and I. Together. We have something special going on here and I don’t want to let you go, ever.” He said as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Does that mean we’re together now?” You asked as your heart was pounding out of your chest.

“I would’ve liked to ask you in a more romantic way, but yes, will you be my girlfriend?.” He said, you lifted your head to meet his eyes, glimmering under the dim fairy lights. He looked nervous, like he was taking a huge risk and you had the power to break his heart. But you’d never do that.

Your feet are damp, the soles pressing into earth that gives a little, like a bruised peach. Fog beads on your lashes and turns the world into a smear of charcoal and pearl. The trees are wrong here, they’re too tall and too narrow, too many joints in their branches. There’s no path, and yet your body knows one. You move the way water threads between stones, finding the easiest line, gliding between trunks that stand like long, silent witnesses. The cold breath of the woods is steady, a hush that sounds like the ocean but with the volume turned down.

“Hello?” You call out, and it echoes through the wood and wet air, meeting your ears again like someone is screaming, but you’re not screaming, are you?

At first, there’s no answer, just an eerie silence, the kind that appears in stories right before the bad thing happens and then a different hush slides over the trees. It has weight to it and it smothers the crunch of pine needles underfoot. That’s when you pause to look around the forest that seems to stretch way beyond your sight.

It’s so quiet, now that you’ve stopped walking, you can hear everything and nothing all at once, it seeps into your bones like a snake slithering beneath your skin, your breath is fogged as it leaves your lungs and that’s when you hear it, a crunch so deep and far, yet it feels like it’s looming and waiting for you.

You turn before you tell yourself not to and you squint your eyes trying to focus between the endless trees. Something moves, slightly, a fraction of a hair out of place amongst the mist. The blur in your gaze hones in on a single figure. Tall, slender and pale as the moon that looks down at the scene. There are no distinguishable features on its face and yet you know that it sees you. You can feel it. You step back, the crunch below you louder than before, deafening. The man, creature, whatever it is, tilts his head slightly, the movement almost familiar.

Then you run, run as fast as your heavy legs can take you. Your lungs are burning, your knees are sore, and yet you don’t allow yourself to waver. You can’t help it, you turn to look back and nothing, just woods and wet air. When you return your gaze to the path, it’s there. His clothed legs, still and long in front of you that mirror the look of the trees that stand alongside him. Your feet dig into the damp ground below and you scream, your throat raw and tensing to emit the sound.

He doesn’t move at first but then long snake-like appendages glide from beneath his tailored black suit, it’s so fast that in a mere blink, you’re lifted off your feet and dangling upside down, your skirt falls away leaving your panties on show, the scream dies in your throat as another tentacle runs over your mouth. The blood rushes into your head, you feel dizzy and nauseous, swaying as he seems to gaze over your form, though, you can’t tell because he has no eyes.

You can’t even kick yourself free because he holds both limbs with his own spidery ones and though he doesn’t have a mouth to speak, his words echo inside your head, “Soft, pretty little thing.” The familiar term of endearment makes your stomach churn, he brings your form closer. Your core is a mere inch from his face.

He inhales. You feel it in the air that swirls past your cunt.

Yet, he has no nose, his face is just white, marbled and featureless like a smooth pebble. It sounds like he grunts at your scent but again you’re so dizzy from hanging upside down that you can’t tell what’s real anymore. Fear pumps through your veins as your eyes travel down his long figure, your gaze pauses, your eyes wide in disbelief when you find an abnormally large bulge in his trousers. Oh fuck.

His spindly lithe fingers reach for you then, they glide around your neck and are so long they encompass your entire throat in one grasp. He retreats the appendage that covers your mouth, allowing you to gasp in the humid air but it travels down to his zipper instead, with one slow and deliberate pull his monstrous cock bounces in the air as it’s released from the clothed prison of his pants. It’s as pale as his face, slightly purple at the tip that glistens with pre-cum in the moonlight.

And he’s long. Not overly thick but enough to have you wondering how he’ll fit inside you.

You cry then, your tears flooding down your forehead as you swing gently. Your sobs don’t seem to deter him whatsoever because suddenly he’s pushing the head of his cock into your open mouth, your screams surround his length and he moans, a deep terrifying rumble that echoes around you. With absolutely no warning he shoves it as far as your narrow throat will allow and it feels like he’s in your fucking lungs with how much he stuffs into you. You close your eyes willing yourself to breathe normally but you can’t. There’s no air that’s forgiving and no mercy given from him as he uses you for his own pleasure. His hand around your neck tightens slightly making it harder for you to stay conscious, the bulge from the intruder swelling inside you.

“Mhmm, tight throat. I can feel how deep you take me. Just relax my little dreamling, take what I give you, you’re already doing so well.”

You’re blinking slowly now, hanging like a rag doll that has no bones, limbs hanging lifelessly. He loosens his grip slightly and you suck in more air through your flared nostrils as he continues his slow descent down your abused throat. Spit and precum spill around his cock and sting your eyes, he twitches inside you, as your vision blurs with sleep taking over but he can’t have that, no, he needs you to be awake for this. Another appendage slithers over your clothed pussy and you jolt around him as the ribbed texture runs over your clit.

“Does my pretty thing like that?” He asks rhetorically from his invisible lips.

Your body betrays you as your cunt clenches around nothing, he knows that you do, he can smell it from your slick that begins to soak your panties while he continues sliding over it to keep you present for him. He wants you to feel every inch that fills your aching jaw though he’s barely a third of the way in but that’s okay, he’ll fit more into your pussy. That much he’s sure of.

With a sudden buck of his slim hips, he empties his load into your mouth, and you don’t even need to swallow because his tip has pushed past your oesophagus. “Mhhmm, there we go, hungry little dreamling.” He pulls you off of him gently, which surprises you and once your mouth is free from him you cough and splutter, your audible cries returning.

“Shh, sweet thing. We’re not done yet.” He hushes you, tauntingly. His voice is so familiar.

“Please-please! Stop! It’s too much-“ he interrupts your pleas, flipping you back the right way up, his long fingers wiping at the fluids that cover your face with a soft touch. Your brain struggles to catch up, your eyes roll into your head at the nauseating movement. More tentacles slither out of his back and rip your clothes away leaving you in nothing but your panties.

“Oh, such a beautiful thing aren’t you.” He hums in appreciation.

You sob and try to wriggle free but it’s of no use. His grip on you is too tight, he spreads your legs and holds both of your wrists above you with one hand, you look down and you’re about 5 feet off the ground. “Please- I can’t-“ you scream out but it falls on deaf, non-existent ears.

Appendages wrap around your breasts, the suckers landing on your peaked nipples and getting straight to work, pleasure, as much as you try to fight it, crawls down your spine straight to your needy pussy. You cry out and he runs another one over your panties before pulling them aside and shoving it into your entrance.

“Ahh! Oh my god!” You scream but it turns into a choked whimper as the suckers slide in and out of your gummy walls. He feels nearly as much pleasure from his tentacles as he does from his cock and your cunt is divine to him. He can’t wait to fully claim it around his length soon but he knows he has to prep you if he wants to fit in as much as possible. Before you can stop it your orgasm hits you like a freight train, your body convulses in midair, your pussy spasms and your muscles ache from being held up for so long but he doesn't stop, he drags out your orgasm as long as he can. When he’s done his appendage slithers out of you, the erotic wet noise echoing throughout the forest.

“You squirted, little thing! Desperate for more aren't you? You want my cock?” he growls. His face is still the same haunting blank image that burns into your memory.

“I- it's too big-” you stutter but he doesn't listen he just lines himself up anyway and then buries himself nearly to the hilt, filling you up all the way into your stomach that swells under his hungry gaze whilst there’s still no eyes present on his face.

“Mhmm, so tight, so fucking juicy.” He groans.

You whimper from the stretch, the pain mixes with pleasure deep in your gut. Your pussy grips his cock almost choking it, his hand finds your throat again as he ruts into you like a wild animal, the lewd sound filling your ears. A tentacle wraps around your wrists so he can use his long fingers to stroke your clit while he greedily takes you the way he desires. You somehow suck him in even tighter causing his length to throb, his girth spreading you impossibly wider.

“This cunt is made to be bred, made to be filled,” he pants, but then you scream out because something else is pushing in alongside his length.

“Uhh, what- what?” You cry as you glance down, you wince when you see it’s another one of his appendages being stuffed into you.

“Mmhmm, that’s it my dreamling. Take it all!” He growls with no hesitation continuing to push into your quivering hole. The suckers working their magic to open you for him, they drag against your G-spot with agonising precision and you know then that you’re done for, you’re gonna cream again. His appendages all work in tandem, his fingers run over your clit in time with his deep thrusts, the tentacles on your nipples suckling so deliciously that they become swollen and purple but he’s relentless. Now chasing both of your orgasms.

“Let it happen, let me feel you give in to me. Squirt for me again my sweet little thing.” He groans and you do as instructed, like it was inevitable. Your climax is blinding, soul-destroying, it almost kills you because as you come, his cock dives in and buries into you at the hilt and his bony hips meet yours. You’re not sure if you scream, cry or stay deathly silent because all you can hear is him taunting you as his own orgasm reaches its peak. “Pathetic little dreamling, all mine now. Mine to ruin, mine to fuck, mine to breed.” He growls as he paints your insides as white as his face. Your mix of come spilling out as he stuffs you full with another flex of his slender hips. You know that voice now, that much you’re sure of but where have you heard it?

You feel yourself getting dizzy as you try to stay awake, déjà vu spiking your memory, scared he’ll just use you again, he pulls out and his appendages engulf your form and wrap around you in a soothing hold like you’re something precious to him. They bring you closer to his body and his long hands reach to hold your face.

You quietly sob and sniffle, unable to comprehend what’s just happened, and he wipes the tears away like a lover would, fond and gentle. Your vision comes back and you come face-to-face with him. His face warps and contorts before your very eyes, strong nose, defined jaw and high cheekbones. Dark smouldering eyes, plump berry lips that are pulled into a satisfied smile. His skin is still marble-like and pale but he’s beautiful. It’s him. It’s-

“Hyunjin!” You scream as you wake in your bedroom. Your skin drenched in sweat, your pussy slick between your thighs. Your heart beats wildly like it’s trying to break out of your chest.

Your boyfriend sits up in the bed abruptly next to you and you can only see the outline of his face in the low light, you scream again as his hand grabs your wrist. For a moment you think you’re still in your nightmare but then Hyunjin switches on the bedside lamp and pulls you toward his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey, little thing. Calm down! I’m here, it was a nightmare. Shh.” He coos as he rocks you against him. You sob and he puts a finger under your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. Those same dark eyes bore into yours but they’re softer, more human.

“I’m sorry I woke you again.” You sniffle.

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad you’re okay, was it the same as last week?” He whispers against your skin whilst he peppers sweet kisses on your cheeks.

“It was worse, you were slender-“ Hyunjin shakes his head interrupting you, though it’s not cruel it’s more, concerned. “What did I tell you about playing those horror games before bedtime, hmm?” He tuts, whilst running his palm through his blonde buzzcut.

“I know, I know,” you grumble but he just chuckles landing another kiss to your mouth this time. “It felt so fucking real, like a memory.” You say with a frown on your features.

“That’s only because you keep having the same nightmare, little thing.” His hand caresses your thigh and he feels your arousal coat his fingers. “Did you?” He starts to ask but you hide your face in his chest, embarrassed. “It was a sex dream,” you groan against his sleep shirt. He laughs and pulls you closer, “Oh really?”

“Stop it!” You say and he apologises immediately. “Hey, I’m sorry. Did you want me to hold you till you fall asleep again?”

You nod, “Yes please,” he can’t help but smile at how cute and naive you are. You turn to face the window and he spoons you from behind, his arm around your waist as he kisses the back of your neck sweetly. “You’re safe with me, my little dreamling,” he mutters so softly that you assume you made it up and as you drift back to sleep, you don’t see the smirk that pulls at his lips when he realises that whilst you may not remember the day he found you in the woods, claimed you and took the form he inhabits now, your subconscious still remembers and the slick that covers your soft thighs that he loves to spread beneath him, your body also remembers and that’s enough for him.

For now anyway.

DISCLAIMER - We do not own the rights to Stray kids, they are used as inspiration for fiction and the actions in the fic do not represent the idols in real life.

Today was just like any other day in the office. You had arrived early, set down your handbag on the sofa in your office and hung your light trench coat on the hook on the back of the door. You switched on your laptop and exited the room to get your morning coffee.

You were dressed in a black blouse open slightly at the top. Your dark pinstriped skirt hugged your curves and stopped at your thighs. You wore your favourite red stilettos, you were feeling good today. Make-up and hair were flawless as always. You were the kind of CEO who arrived at work looking pristine and ready to take on the day.

You were a boss that your colleagues would describe as firm but fair. You could control a room with ease. You moved with grace and had a sharp tongue. Most of the women would kiss your arse and the men would flirt shamelessly with you. You didn’t pay them any mind though. You were far too invested in your business to be distracted by that crap.

You liked being in control. You liked the power. You thrived on it.

You entered the small break room, your heels clacking against the floor. Your assistant was there, coffee in hand, early as always. You had trained him well.

He was a little younger than you. He always had a playful smile on his face, high cheekbones and flawless skin. He was a sweetheart, his fox-like features were just one of the things to admire about him.

Jeongin was good, he knew exactly how to read you. He knew how to do every task you set him with ease and with a bright response. He was a smart kid.

“Morning Boss,” he greeted with his signature smile. “Can I make you a coffee?” He asked this every morning as if it were the first time.

“Don’t you always?” You responded with a proud smirk.

He started to prepare your coffee. Already knowing exactly how you like it. Yes, you had trained him well. He passed you the cup and paused for a moment before continuing. “Is there any particular assignments you need me to go over today?” His voice was cheerful as always.

“Could you start on the Kim project?” You began, “I still have a lot to proofread before we have the presentation next week and it’s very text-heavy. We need to break it down a little, make it clearer. I think it needs a little of your magic touch on it.” You were looking through your lashes at him. You would regularly get him to do most things with a smile and a flutter of your lashes. “I’ll get on it right away boss.” With that, he headed to your office with his coffee in hand.

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Your heels strike the marble like a metronome, sharp, steady, commanding. Every eye lifts as you pass, posture straight, suit crisp, your coffee in hand. The day’s already booked, and you’re three steps ahead on your way to another meeting until Jeongin appears in your periphery, breathless and wide-eyed.

“Boss!” he blurts out, clutching his tablet like a life raft. “We’ve got… a situation.” You don’t stop walking.

“Define it.” You command.

“The system’s down. All of it, internal servers, email, even the camera feeds. Nothing’s responding, and I.T. hasn’t picked up. I- I think we’re locked out.” He stutters his words at the end observing how your face falls at his words.

That slows your stride.

You turn, calm but razor-sharp. Jeongin almost crashes into you, skidding slightly on polished floors. “Who’s on duty in I.T.?” You ask.

He checks his screen, grimacing. “Just Hyunjin. The new guy.”

You exhale through your nose, a practised breath that says you’re not angry, yet, but you’re calculating. Adjusting, rewriting the day in your head. “Tell him I’m coming down, reschedule my meeting for later today if you can find a slot.” You reply.

Jeongin blinks at you, a shocked expression gracing his features. “You’re- going to I.T.?”

You don’t answer. You’re walking even faster now.

Behind you, Jeongin scrambles to keep up, whispering under his breath, “Oh god. He’s going to combust.”

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The elevator dings and echoes around the insulated walls. You step out into a hallway that looks nothing like your world of glass and polished chrome. Down here, the walls are beige. The lights flicker and it smells faintly of burnt coffee and old cables.

You’ve not been to this floor before, you’d only been required to twice and both times, you sent Jeongin in your place but today, the system is down. Your system and the only name attached to the problem is “Hyunjin.”

You turn the corner. The server room glows faintly behind glass panels, a low hum from the tech sounds in your ears but your eyes fall on the figure at the desk just outside, long limbs folded awkwardly in an office chair, one knee bouncing, fingers flying across the keyboard like he’s playing a piano too fast. He doesn’t notice you at first or maybe he does, and he’s pretending he doesn’t.

His hair falls over his forehead, messy but somehow artful. He’s in a hoodie half-zipped over a loose T-shirt, there’s wires snaking across the desk, monitors glowing in strange greens and whites. He mumbles to himself, oblivious to the world until you clear your throat.

His head snaps up and for a moment, neither of you moves.

He has big eyes and long lashes. A mouth you shouldn’t notice, but you do. Full lips a shade of berry, his eyes are dark but they shine through his large thin rimmed glasses.

Then he blinks rapidly, shoves his glasses up his nose, and nearly knocks over his coffee.

“Shit-sorry! I didn’t-I didn’t hear you come in.” He stutters.

You arch a brow. “Apparently not.” You say, sarcastically.

He laughs, nervously and it echoes strangely in the room.

“I, I was just… uh, isolating the breach. It’s not internal, which is good. Well, kind of. Not good that we’re being hacked, obviously, but better than-” He stops and looks up. “You’re the CEO.” His plump lips form an ‘O’ before he corrects himself.

You tilt your head. “You’re very observant.” His realisation is somewhat adorable to you. He stands up too fast, he’s tall and lean. Somehow more awkward upright.

“I’m Hyunjin. You probably knew that already.” He bows slightly.

You nod. “I did.”

He bites his lip. You shouldn’t notice that either.

“So,” you say, stepping closer to the desk. “Talk to me. What am I dealing with?”

He clears his throat, instantly back in work mode but there’s a pink flush crawling up his neck. “It looks like someone tried to access classified project files. They knew what they were looking for. I’m tracing their IP, but they’re good. Not… better than me, but close.” He glances sideways at you like he’s afraid he’s bragging but there’s a flicker of fire behind the nerves. Confidence that’s buried under layers of awkwardness.

“Good,” you say softly. “I need you to be better than them.”

Hyunjin nods. “I will be.” He says it like a promise and you believe him.

You linger and watch him work. The moment stretches, it’s quiet, except for the rapid tap of his fingers on the keys, they’re long and his hands are veiny. You don’t usually wait around to be impressed but something about the way he moves, the intensity, the quiet brilliance, it pulls at your focus.

“Your firewalls were strong,” he murmurs without looking up. “A little outdated though. I’d recommend rebuilding the entire network security system once we get through this.”

You hum, watching the way his jaw tenses when he concentrates. “You’re comfortable telling your boss she didn’t do enough?” You say playfully, though you’re not sure it comes across that way.

He pauses. Glances at you from under his lashes, his glasses slipping a little down the bridge of his nose before he pushes them back up with his index finger, “Only because I know I can do better for you.”

You pause for a moment. The words hang there, charged, suspended in something heavier than professionalism.

He freezes slightly, realising how that sounded. “I mean- I mean for the system. For the company. For the…I didn’t-” He gives up on explaining himself. “Sorry. That came out wrong.”

You suppress a smile. “Did it?”

He swallows. The silence stretches again, but it’s not empty now. It hums. You walk slowly around the desk, pretending to look at the monitors. He stiffens just slightly as you stand behind him.

“You’re very good at this,” you say quietly.

“I-I try,” He says.

You lean a little closer, though not inappropriately. Just enough to see the slight tremor in his fingers when they pause on the mouse.

“Keep me updated, Hyunjin.” Your tone is lower than before.

He doesn’t turn, but you notice his ears are red. “Yes, ma’am.” He replies, his voice a little more confident now.

You smirk. Then walk out, heels clicking and your head held high.

You don’t see it but the second the door closes, he leans back in his chair, throws his hoodie over his face, and exhales a silent and strangled, “Oh my god.”

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The day stretches on, with meetings, phone calls, numbers that don’t line up and clients who suddenly want everything yesterday. Through all of it, your mind keeps pulling back to flickering screens, fingers on keys, a quiet voice saying, “I can do better for you.”

You don’t like being left in the dark and yet, there’s no update.

By 8 p.m., your floor is nearly empty. Jeongin’s long gone, though he texted to say Hyunjin was still working, of course, he is.

His shift should’ve ended two hours ago.

You don’t tell yourself why you go down there. Just that you need answers, you need control. Need to check on the only person who seems to understand what’s happening to your system.

The elevator hums as it descends and again you step into that strange twilight world of beige walls, low lights, and humming machines.

The hallway is quiet, but a faint glow leaks under the I.T. door. You knock once and push it open.

He’s still there, hoodie gone now, sleeves pushed up, the collars on his layered blue polo shirt a little dishevelled, hair slightly messier than before. He looks exhausted but focused, half-sitting on the edge of his desk, a monitor still running behind him.

He startles at the sound. “Oh- hi. Sorry, I didn’t realise how late it got.”

You cross your arms loosely. “Your shift ended hours ago.” You say, unamused.

Hyunjin shrugs. “Didn’t want to leave it unfinished,” his voice is soft and careful.

You glance at the glowing screen. “I came to tell you that you can go home if you want.” You offer.

He pauses.

Then he asks tentatively, “Do you want me to go home?” The question lands heavier than it should.

You tilt your head. “That depends,” you say. “Do you want to keep working?”

He holds your gaze and doesn’t stutter this time, “I’ll stay, if you need me.”

You watch him for a beat. He’s tired, maybe even running on fumes but that intensity is still there. That need to prove himself. That strange, quiet loyal fire.

You nod once and step closer. Then, without ceremony, you reach into your blazer, pull out a card, and offer it to him.

He eyes it and asks, “What’s this?”

“My direct number,” you say. “If anything changes tonight. Don’t make me come back down.”

He takes it carefully, like it might burn. “Okay,” he says quietly. “Thank you.”

You catch the way his fingers hover on the edge of the card too long. The way his eyes drop to the space between you, then flick up again. There’s something unreadable in his face, grateful, maybe. Flustered, caught off guard.

You turn before it gets heavier. “Goodnight, Hyunjin.” You sing.

“Goodnight,” he echoes, so softly you almost miss it.

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A colleague had invited you for drinks at your favourite rooftop bar. The clink of ice. The glow of the skyline. Laughter from a few tables over.

You sip your drink, half-listening to the woman across from you talk about departmental drama. Lisa from HR, polished, a little loud, always a glass of wine ahead of everyone else.

You don’t usually join for these things, but tonight, the office felt too quiet. You fill each other in on your day, she shares idle office gossip with you that you laugh at though you don’t really care, If you’re honest with yourself you don’t know half of the people she’s talking about.

“So how was your day boss, any hot tea from the higher-ups?” She asks the same question as always, knowing full well you don’t share.

“Nothing as per, my life is boring you know that.” You jest. Though your mind goes back to the cute I.T. guy who’s been filling your head since the morning. Lisa seems to know everyone and their business, you think, maybe you could do some digging. “Do you know Hyunjin?” you ask, voice casual, as if it’s nothing.

Lisa’s face scrunches immediately. “Who?” She asks like he’s a nobody.

“The I.T. technician. He’s new.” You say hoping to jog her memory.

She lets out a light laugh. “Oh, that weirdo in I.T.? No, no one really talks to him. I think Jeongin’s the only one who even knows his last name.”

You nod, deciding to let it go and change the subject. Lisa doesn’t notice, thankfully, but even as you laugh at the next joke, or raise your glass to a passing toast, your mind is somewhere else. Downstairs, in a low-lit room with a tired man still at a keyboard, holding your card like it means more than it should and no matter how loud the bar gets, the thought of him lingers.

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The morning starts the way all your mornings do, with sharp precision.

Shower, silk blouse, Rolex watch. An almond croissant, one hard look in the mirror. The woman staring back is a weapon, polished and sharpened and ready.

By the time you step into your car, the city’s still stretching itself awake.

Traffic is nothing at this hour. The sky is soft with haze, tinted lavender and blue and your tires hum against the road like a quiet promise. The parking lot is nearly empty when you pull in.

Except for one other car.

You slow down slightly. It’s small, old. The kind of car that humbles itself beside ones like yours. Not broken, but tired. Functional.

You’ve never seen it before.

You don’t think much of it until you push open the side door to the building and smell coffee. Not the good kind from your private office machine. The burnt kind from the communal pot.

You follow it. Past the rows of empty cubicles and darkened screens, into the break room where the light’s already on.

Hyunjin is sitting at the small, round table with one hand curled around a paper cup and the other fisted in his hoodie sleeve and he’s asleep.

His head has fallen to one side, cheek pressed to his shoulder. His plump lips are parted slightly, lashes long against pale skin. He looks impossibly young like this. Soft, nothing like the guarded genius from the night before.

For a moment, you just look at him. God, he’s pretty.

His coffee’s gone cold from the looks of it and there are smudges under his eyes, he must’ve come in hours ago.

For you, you think or hope.

The thought is uncomfortable but also warm. It leaves a fuzzy feeling in your chest, something you don’t feel often.

You clear your throat softly. “Hyunjin.” You say, gently.

He jerks upright like he’s been electrocuted his eyes are wide and his coffee sloshes. His chair nearly tips back before he grabs the table and rights himself with a sharp gasp. “Oh my god, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- I was just, uh-” he babbles. He wipes at his face with his sleeve like that will erase the evidence. His hair sticks out in all the wrong directions, and the collar of his shirt is twisted under his hoodie. “I came in early,” he mumbles, eyes everywhere but on you. “I was going to run another diagnostic on the breach. I just… the coffee was really bad. I-Urm, must’ve… yeah.”

You arch a brow, arms crossing loosely. A small teasing smile on your lips, “You fell asleep in the break room?” You ask.

“I didn’t mean to!” he blurts, then winces. “I mean, yes but no. It wasn’t like I… planned it. I just thought I’d wait here until you got in. In case you needed an update.”

Then you walk over, slowly. You reach out only for the cold coffee cup and set it aside. He watches you the whole time, mouth slightly agape, his eyes looking up at you innocently.

“You didn’t have to come in this early.” You say a little sternly.

He shrugs like it’s nothing. “Didn’t want to be late.” He mutters.

You’re close enough now to smell the cologne on his skin and see the exhaustion in his features. “Next time,” you say softly, “don’t sleep upright in a plastic chair.”

He stares at you, blinking.

You tilt your head. “You have a desk, don’t you?” A small smile on your lips.

His mouth opens, then closes. His ears turn pink. You turn before he can answer, walking to the doorway but before you leave, you glance back.

“Thank you, Hyunjin,” you say, voice low. “For caring enough to be here.”

Then you head out the door and behind you, a man with coffee-stained breath and your number in his wallet stares after you like a puppy who just got a treat for being a good boy.

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It’s just past noon when you realise Hyunjin hasn’t left his desk once. You only notice because you’ve been watching.

Not overtly, not constantly, but enough to see the pattern. The way he works is like he’s afraid to stop. The way he disappears into his screens, forgetting food, time, and the world. He’s already ran three new system tests, forwarded two reports, and caught a data thread no one else even noticed but he hasn’t moved and the thought bothers you more than it should.

By the time you make it down to the IT floor, you’ve already made your decision.

Hyunjin doesn’t look up when you enter. He’s typing one-handed, a pen in his mouth, brows furrowed in sharp focus. His pupils darting all over the screen, it makes his skin glow green from its reflection on his face.

“You’ve been at this since before sunrise,” you say, voice calm but cutting through the silence like glass.

He jumps slightly, and he nearly swallows the pen, spitting it out into his hand.

“Hi-uh, hi. I was just updating the firewall codes. I think I figured out how they slipped through. If I can replicate it, I can…” he says rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes glanced between you and his computer.

“Eat.” You command.

He looks at you this time, wide-eyed. “What?” He asks, like the mere suggestion is insane.

“Lunch. Now.” You say not leaving room for negotiation. Though he doesn’t move for a moment.

He opens his mouth, confused. “You mean… for you?”

“No,” you say, already turning. Your sleek hair waves as you do. “For you, with me.” You don’t wait. You know he’ll hesitate.

Sure enough, behind you he gets to his feet, “Wait- uh, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine, really. I don’t want to waste your time.” He says, sweetly.

You stop at his words, instead, you turn around. A serious look on your face, no smile, in CEO mode. “Hyunjin,” you say coolly. “You’ve been working without pause. You’ve slept in the break room and whether or not you think you deserve a real meal doesn’t change the fact that you do.”

He stares at you. Lost, a bit like he’s short-circuited.

“I can’t let my best technician collapse,” you add. “It would be a terrible H.R. scandal.”

That earns a small smile from him, it’s awkward and soft. His eyes cast downward. “Okay,” he says after a pause. “If- if you’re sure.”

“I wouldn’t offer if I weren’t,” You scoff out a laugh.

You turn around again and this time, he follows, grabbing his stuff on his way, hastily.

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You find a corner table when you get to the cafe. He insists on taking the seat that faces the door like it’s polite and he fidgets with the menu, clearly overwhelmed. When the waiter arrives, you order smoothly. Hyunjin mutters something about “the sandwich thing” and hands back the menu without looking up.

“You’re uncomfortable,” you say, just from your observations.

He meets your gaze for a second before looking at his lap. “A little. I just… I’ve never had lunch with someone like you.”

You frown slightly, “Someone like me?” You ask, confused.

“You know.” He gestures vaguely. “Someone in heels who could ruin my life with a single email.” He says.

Your lips curl slightly as you shake your head. “I don’t use email for that.” You jest.

He chokes on his water.

You look at him, amused. “Relax, Hyunjin. This isn’t a test.”

He tries to smile, but his leg’s bouncing under the table and his fingers twitch at the edge of his napkin. “So,” he says, forcing conversation. “What’s your day been like?”

You look at him over your glass of water, sipping it, your lipstick printed on the rim as you put it down. His eyes follow the glass and flick to your mouth for a second, before he looks around the cafe. You chuckle lowly, “Fine, and yours?” You respond.

“Uh… busy,” he doesn’t offer any more information so you push a little more.

“And what do you like to do on your days off, Hyunjin?” You ask, meeting his gaze.

He looks a little taken aback at first then he continues, “My days off?” He shrugs again, eyes flicking to his hands like he’s not sure. “I guess I do the same thing I always do. I mess with code. Build things no one will see. Clean up stuff no one notices. It’s calming, in a way… It makes sense when the rest of the world doesn’t.”

Then he pauses, he looks at you, and a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Sometimes I go on walks. Early, before people are really out. I bring my camera, well, not like a real camera, just the old one I fixed. I take photos of… random things. The skyline. Trees, sometimes. There’s a nature reserve near my building. It’s quiet there. Feels like the city forgets to be loud for a minute.”

Hyunjin hesitates, then says, almost shyly, “I like watching things from far away but lately… I’ve been thinking it might be nice to share it… with someone.”

You try not to think too much into what he means by that, he can’t mean you. You’re his boss, that’s all. Not wanting to let your mind wander, you lean in slightly, lips curling. “Wow,” you murmur, mock-impressed, though you’re quite the opposite. “So you’re telling me… you’re a workaholic, antisocial coder who also takes moody skyline photos on his walks?”

He really looks at you then, caught off guard by your response.

You tilt your head, grin widening. “You’re like one tragic backstory away from being every emo girl’s dream.”

He groans softly, rolling his eyes but his ears turn pink.

You laugh, biting your lip. “I’d ask to see the photos, but I feel like I’d find out they’re all blurry shots of pigeons and lampposts.”

“They’re not,” he mutters defensively.

“So there are photos?” You retaliate.

Hyunjin stares at you, realising he walked right into it, his expression unreadable. “God, you’re evil.” He huffs.

You smile at that. “I prefer scary or intense.” You joke.

He chuckles, quietly. “You mean that don’t you?”

You hum, “maybe.” You say with a wink. He looks away blushing a little.

The waiter brings over your food and Hyunjin looks happy for the distraction, he picks up his sandwich biting into it immediately, his face scrunches as he does so, cheeks puffed up from his full mouth, it’s sweet, endearing, he must be hungry. You begin eating your food and you both go quiet for a moment.

You wonder what he’s thinking about and as if reading your mind, he pulls out his phone, hesitating for a second. Then taps through his gallery, pauses, looks at you then turns the screen toward you.

A skyline, washed in violet and deep orange. Bare trees in the foreground. A sliver of water cuts through the bottom edge.

Your flicker across the photo for a moment. It’s… beautiful. Not polished, not posed.

You look at him, then back at the screen.

“Hyunjin,” you say softly, the teasing gone from your voice now. “This is… kind of stunning.”

His lips pull into a line like he’s brushing it off, but his fingers twitch where they rest near yours.

“I just… I don’t know. I saw the way the light hit the water, and I thought it was nice.” He offers.

You tilt your head, gaze still on the photo. “You have a really good eye.”

He scoffs under his breath. “For shadows and trash cans?”

“No,” you say, firm this time. Your stare meets his. “For softness. For beauty, most people don’t bother to look for.”

He goes still, his throat works around a breath and then, very quietly, barely above a whisper he says, “You think I see beauty?”

You smile. “I think you can’t help it.” You say.

For a second, he looks like he doesn’t know what to do with the warmth flooding into him. Like maybe no one’s ever told him that before and maybe it means more than either of you can say yet.

Hyunjin finally picks up half his sandwich again, but he’s more focused on you than the food. “I never thought you’d be the type,” he says carefully.

You raise a brow over your coffee. “The type for what?” You ask.

“To eat lunch with… someone like me.” His tone is soft.

You tilt your head, eyes narrowing just slightly. “You really think I’m that predictable?” You scoff, feigning offence.

“No!” he says quickly, holding his sandwich frozen mid-air. “I mean- no. I just… You’re always so composed. Unreachable, like you exist in this separate atmosphere from the rest of us.”

You sip your coffee again. “You’re not wrong.” You reply.

He lets out a nervous laugh, setting the sandwich down. “I’m digging a hole, aren’t I?” His head turned down, looking at you over his glasses. Then, he pushes them up the bridge of his nose again.

You shrug mirroring his habit. A small grin on your lips. “Maybe, but I don’t mind watching you try to climb out.” You say, teasingly.

His ears go pink. “You’re kind of scary, you know that?” His tone, quiet.

You lean back slightly, eyes scanning his flustered expression. “And yet here you are, having lunch with me.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. Guess I like living dangerously.”

You smile, slow and unexpected. “Good. I do, too.” That gets a quiet pause from him.

He watches you now, gaze steadier than before. There’s something different in it, not bolder, exactly, but clearer. Like he’s testing the edge of something he didn’t think he’d be allowed to touch.

“So,” he says after a moment, voice lower now, “why did you choose tech?”

You don’t answer right away. Most people ask because they’re making conversation but Hyunjin isn’t most people, and he asks like he actually wants to know. Like the answer might mean something to him.

“My family runs a chain of law firms,” you say eventually. “I was supposed to follow in their footsteps. Wear the same suits. Walk the same halls.” You trace the rim of your cup with a fingertip. “But numbers… patterns… logic. They made more sense to me. Code doesn’t lie. It doesn’t manipulate. It doesn’t play politics. It just is.” You say thoughtfully.

He’s watching you again. That quiet intensity back in his eyes. A smile on his beautiful lips.

“That makes sense,” he says. “You’re… kind of like code yourself.”

Your brows rise. “Oh, really?” You say, amused.

“Yeah. Elegant. Hard to crack. Probably dangerous if handled wrong.” He says, but it comes across differently, Is he flirting with you?

You huff a soft laugh. “And what about you, Hyunjin?”

He hesitates, then shrugs. “I like puzzles. Fixing things no one else can. Being the guy people only think about when something breaks.”

There’s a heaviness to it, but he wears it with a crooked smile, like he’s used to it.

You look at him, really look. The messy hair, the hoodie sleeves pushed up, the faint shadows under his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” you say quietly.

His head jerks up. “W-what?” He asks, dumbfounded.

You let it hang there, just a second longer than is appropriate. “In the context of work,” you add, sipping your coffee again. “You’ve impressed me.”

He laughs, soft and breathless. “Right… Of course. Yeah.”

You glance down. “Though I should admit, I don’t often take my employees to lunch.”

He freezes. You look up through your lashes, watching the colour rise in his cheeks.

“Is this still about work?” he asks, voice almost a whisper.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes. Interrupting the moment.

You glance at the screen, your CEO mask sliding back into place. “Duty calls.” You huff out. You stand, smoothing your skirt. His eyes glance there for a moment. “Come back with me. I’ll need your eyes on the system again before the board meets.”

He scrambles up, still a little dazed but as you lead the way out of the booth, you don’t miss the way he looks at you. Like he’s trying to decipher something far more dangerous than code.

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The air outside is cooler than before lunch and your heels click softer against the pavement now. Hyunjin walks beside you. Not behind. Not trailing. Not sprinting to keep up like Jeongin usually does. Beside.

You don’t speak for a while. Not because there’s nothing to say but because there’s something heavy and delicate in the silence, something neither of you wants to break.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Hyunjin shove his hands into his hoodie pockets. His steps are long and slightly unsure, like he’s trying to match your pace without making it obvious. “You walk fast,” he says after a minute, his voice low and a little breathless, not from exertion, but from you.

You glance at him. “I have things to do. People to intimidate.” You say.

He smiles, eyes focused ahead. “You’re really good at that.” He says, but it comes across as sincere.

You hum, letting the compliment sit between you. Not overly acknowledged, but not ignored either. “Most people at the company,” he says slowly, “they don’t really look at me. Just… talk at me or around me.”

You glance sideways. His eyes are downcast, focused on the sidewalk.

You don’t know what possesses you, but you say, “I see you.”

He stops walking.

You take two more steps before you realise it and when you turn, he’s standing still, blinking at you like you just spoke in another language.

You wait.

He catches up. “Yeah. I guess you do.” Back in stride.

You both fall silent again, but now it feels different. Like it’s heavier. You pass by a bakery, and a street musician tuning a guitar. He doesn’t try to fill the quiet with nervous chatter, and you don’t rush to fill it either. It’s oddly, comfortable.

When you reach the side door of the building, he reaches forward and holds it open for you. It’s a small gesture but it causes his arm to brush close to yours. Close enough for your jacket to graze his hoodie. Close enough to feel the warmth of him as you step past.

You pause just inside and look back at him. “Hyunjin?” You get his attention.

“Yeah?” He says, looking up with intrigue.

“Next time,” you say, voice softer than you mean it to be, “just say yes the first time I ask.”

He stares at you, his dark eyes glowing warmly, lips parting but all he manages is a flustered, “Y-yeah, okay.”

You don’t smile, but you feel it wanting to spread into your features and when you walk toward the elevator, you don’t check to see if he’s still looking.

You already know he is.

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You slide the file closed with a soft click, the last few words from the meeting still echoing in your mind. Numbers, projections, shallow egos talking over each other. The usual. You’ve long since learned to navigate those rooms without letting anything truly touch you but as you lean back in your chair and sip your now lukewarm coffee, something does linger.

Not a projection.

Not a spreadsheet.

Him.

You’re still thinking about the walk back. The quiet way he’d held the door. The way his eyes caught yours when you said ‘I see you.’

Then, a knock at your office door breaks you out of your thoughts. Jeongin pokes his head in before you can even say ‘come in’.

“Boardroom detox?” he grins, stepping inside with a small stack of folders. “I brought the debrief papers from the client call, and also… the cookie you didn’t eat at lunch. Thought I’d save it before someone from finance claimed it.”

“How heroic.” You say, clutching at your chest in jest.

He places it dramatically on your desk. “Also, I got your email about the updated security tags. I’ll sync with Hyunjin on the next steps.” He says Hyunjin’s name with a suspicious inflexion.

You glance up, almost casually. “You know him well?” You ask.

Jeongin pauses. A smile passes over his lips briefly. “Yeah. We went to uni together. Same program. Different ends of the social spectrum, though.”

“Meaning?” You ask, hoping not to sound too interested.

“I was loud, charming, and class president.” You roll your eyes and he chuckles before continuing. “He was quiet, genius-level smart, and constantly skipping events to rewrite code or… I don’t know, build a sentient toaster.”

You snort lightly. “And now he’s the I.T. guy that sleeps in my break room.”

Jeongin grins. “Classic Hyunjin.” He says.

You lean back a bit in your chair. “Did you keep in touch after graduation?” You try to keep your face neutral.

“Not really,” Jeongin says, thinking to himself. “He kind of disappeared for a while. Went freelance, I think. Worked on cybersecurity contracts no one was allowed to talk about. Heard rumours, but, you know. He’s always been the type to exist on the edge of things.”

You glance down at your coffee, what made him join your company? “Until now.” You say.

“Yeah. Guess something made him come back in from the cold.” Jeongin shakes his head as he speaks, his tone playful. You’re silent for a moment. He steps forward, suddenly watching you a little too closely. His foxlike eyes almost look mischievous, Fuck. “He’s been good, hasn’t he? Like, really good.” He adds.

You nod, you’ve got no complaints. “Exceptional.” You say.

Jeongin smirks. “You don’t usually say that out loud.”

You look at him, confused. “Should I not?”

“No, no,” he says quickly. “Just… interesting.”

What does he think he knows? You narrow your eyes slightly. “Don’t start reading into things.” You say, a little coldly.

Jeongin holds up both hands, feigning innocence. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He gathers the papers back under his arm, clearly trying not to smile. As he heads for the door, he glances over his shoulder. “But between us? I think he’s probably had a crush on you since his second day here.”

You try not to seem happy with that knowledge, you arch a brow. “Really?” You pretend his words don’t affect you.

“Just a theory,” Jeongin says, already halfway out. “But he asked me how to talk to you once.”

You pause before asking, “What did you say?”

“I told him to just be himself.” His brows bounce over his features.

You tsk, “That’s terrible advice.”

Jeongin laughs. “Yeah. But maybe you like that kind of thing.” He winks and then closes the door behind him as he exits the room. You stare at it for a long moment. Then, without thinking, you open your desk drawer. Pull out the business card you gave Hyunjin. The one you kept an extra copy of. Your fingers trace the handwriting. You’re not smiling but something in your chest is stirring again.

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AUTHOR POV

Hyunjin didn’t mean to linger.

He was just passing through the hallway on his way back from the server room, another round of diagnostics complete, a hot tea cooling in his hand when he heard your name.

He froze.

It wasn’t intentional but something in the voice a tone too casual, too gossipy, that made him stop just behind the corner.

“…seriously, though, have you seen the CEO lately?” a female voice said, someone from marketing, maybe? “She’s always been intimidating, but lately it’s like… she’s glowing. Cold and glowing.”

Another voice laughed. “She’s glowing because she’s killing people with her eyes.”

“No, I’m serious,” the other woman said. “There’s something different. Like she’s distracted or… softer? I don’t know. Something’s off.”

“Maybe she’s finally dating someone. She needs to get laid! That would explain it. Maybe she’s not snapping necks in her sleep anymore.” The voice rang through his ears and Hyunjin’s heart kicked up a gear. The laughter didn’t bother him.

It was that one word, softer.

Like seeing you change, even slightly, was something to be dissected and whispered about. His fingers tightened around the teacup. They didn’t know the version of you he saw. Focused, sharp but also curious. Protective in a quiet, unexpected way. The way you’d offered him lunch like it wasn’t strange. The way you looked at him when you said, ‘I see you.’

They didn’t know how you softened, not as a weakness, but as something intentional.

Something… rare. He turned before they could see him. Scurrying away.

Hyunjin made his way back to his desk with too many thoughts and a pulse that wouldn’t slow. By the time he sat down, the tea was forgotten, the report still open on his screen and he was thinking about you again. He couldn’t help himself. How you’d said his name in the break room like it meant something. How your voice dropped ever so slightly when it was just the two of you. How you hadn’t asked him to stay, but how you always seemed to look relieved when he did.

He shook his head, frustrated with himself.

You were his boss. His beautiful, smart, interesting and somewhat scary boss and he was just a guy in the basement with codes and a head full of daydreams but still, when he looked at the corner of his monitor and saw your office light on through the glass walls above…

He couldn’t look away.

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Y/N POV

The day is slow in all the wrong ways.

Meetings dragged. Emails piled up with the same recycled language, the same fake urgency. You reply to three messages without reading them twice, sign a report you don’t believe in, and sip the last of your coffee as if it can somehow shake off the creeping fog in your head.

You turn away from your screen.

Your eyes drift to the large glass wall behind your desk, overlooking the main floor.

From here, everything looks smaller. Distant. Controlled.

Except him.

You spot Hyunjin immediately.

He’s at his desk on the lower level, tucked into that quiet corner of the world like he belongs to it but even from here, he stands out. Something about the way he sits, hunched slightly forward in his chair, one hand in his dark messy hair as he stares at the screen in front of him, the other scrolling slowly down.

He’s not moving. Not typing. Just… thinking.

Focused.

You don’t realise you’ve stopped breathing for a moment.

It shouldn’t be a surprise, the way your eyes find him first. It’s been like that for a while now. Ever since that morning in the break room, that half-asleep look on his face, his plump pink lips slightly parted, the warmth of his coffee cup next to your fingertips even though it had gone cold.

It’s not attraction, well not just that. It’s… interest. Curiosity, maybe. Fascination and something more dangerous than all three.

Your hand lifts to the glass without thinking. Not touching it, just hovering. As if the gesture could close the distance between you. As if it could bring him just a little closer to your world but you don’t move.

You watch him rub his temples, lean back slowly, and let his head fall back over the top of the chair, eyes closed for just a second too long.

He looks tired.

You wonder if he’s eaten again today. If he slept properly. If he’s thinking about you the way you’re thinking about him, too often and for no good reason.

Then, as if sensing it, he shifts.

His eyes open and he looks up. Directly at your window. You don’t move fast enough to pretend you weren’t watching.

He sees you.

You see the surprise bloom on his face, the way he freezes, blinking up at you like he wasn’t sure you were real.

For one strange, silent second, neither of you looks away.

Then, he gives a small, awkward wave. Like a kid who’s been caught daydreaming and something in your chest cracks open.

You lift your hand, return the wave, calm, poised, deliberate and then you turn back to your desk but your reflection in the dark screen isn’t as calm as you want it to be.

You’re smiling, only a little but it’s real and that scares you.

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AUTHOR POV

He hadn’t meant to look up.

Honestly, Hyunjin hadn’t even realised where he was in the room anymore. He’d been staring at the code for too long, the lines of numbers and functions blurring into something nonsensical. His head had fallen back out of instinct. A break. Just a second but then he saw you.

There, high above the floor. Framed in glass and sunlight like something from a photograph. Timeless, untouchable. Beautiful and you were looking at him.

He sat upright so fast he nearly knocked over the stylus on his desk, and his first instinct was panic.

What did he look like just now? Did he look stupid? Had his mouth been open? Was his hoodie riding up again?

Then his thoughts came to a standstill as his eyes met yours because you didn’t look away.

You were still looking at him and in your eyes, calm, unreadable, but undeniably focused, he saw something that short-circuited every single coherent thought in his head.

Curiosity.

Warmth.

Himself.

He lifted his hand in a stupid little wave before he could stop it. It felt ridiculous like waving at a goddess from the dirt but then you smiled.

Not wide and not overly obvious but he saw it and it was for him.

He sat there long after you turned away. Staring at the glass where your face had been. Heart thudding like he’d just sprinted up eight flights of stairs because now he couldn’t pretend anymore.

Couldn’t pretend he was just doing his job.

Couldn’t pretend he hadn’t memorised the exact way you said his name. The smell of you, floral and sweet. The curve of your delicate lips when you almost smirked. The sound of your heels fading down the hallway after you told him he’d impressed you.

Couldn’t pretend he didn’t want something more, something impossible.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, then, without thinking, he reached for his wallet and pulled out the card you gave him. He read his name in your handwriting again.

He whispered to himself, “Holy shit.”

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Y/N POV

You don’t need to see the glitch to know it’s minor.

A permissions error. One of those annoying pop-up bugs that filters through every few weeks when the system auto-updates. It’s something your usual team could handle but today, you don’t call them. Your hand hesitates above the phone for only a second, then you dial, Internal Extension 17 – Hyunjin.

It rings twice before his soft voice answers, slightly breathless. “Yes?”

“Hyunjin,” you say, crisp but calm. “Are you free for a moment?”

He pauses. “Uh, yes. Of course. Did something break?” His tone is sweet and concerned.

You allow yourself the tiniest smile. “My file access is being difficult. Could be nothing, but I’d rather have your eyes on it.”

“Okay boss, I’m coming up.” He says.

What is it with the way he calls you boss that gets you breathless? It’s nothing like when it comes out of Jeongin’s mouth, when he says it, it’s a sign of respect and camaraderie. With Hyunjin it’s heavy and loaded, like he’s saying something intimate? You hang up before he can say more, before you say anything more. You try not to overthink. So you keep yourself busy, you smooth your blouse. Close the unnecessary tabs on the desktop and comb your hair through your fingers, you wait, but it’s not long.

The knock is soft, as always.

“Come in,” you say, already seated, posture perfect. He walks in like someone entering a cathedral. Careful and reverent.

His hoodie’s gone today. He’s wearing a black shirt, sleeves rolled halfway to his elbows, collar slightly off-centre, like he tried. Not to impress, but to… meet you halfway?

You notice that, even if you don’t let it show.

“What’s the issue?” he asks, crossing to your desk with that quiet energy that never tries to take up space but does anyway. He looks so tall from your seat.

You turn the monitor toward him. “Just this folder. It’s locked me out twice. I’ve tried resetting credentials, but-”

He’s already moving, interrupting you from finishing your sentence. He leans forward slightly, and his fingers brush the keyboard. “Ah. Yeah. It’s that update bug again. Happened to Jeongin last week, too. I just need to override the access manually.”

You nod, watching him work and he’s close now.

Not inappropriate, just within reach. The scent of him, clean, warm, maybe faint cologne that lingers in the air. He’s focused, his glasses reflect the lights as they fall down his nose, his right hand pushing them back up on instinct, brows furrowed, lips pressed tight in concentration.

“I saw you earlier,” you say softly.

He stops typing and slowly turns to you. “You did?” He asks, almost as if he’s shocked you’d bring it up.

“Downstairs, you were leaning back in your chair like someone trying to astral project.” You giggle.

His ears turn pink. “I- I didn’t know you saw that.” He mutters.

“I see more than you think.” You say, almost enough for it to be suggestive.

His eyes flick to yours and something catches in the air.

You let it settle between you.

He clears his throat. “Well… the good news is, you’re back in.” He turns the screen back toward you, breaking eye contact but his voice is quieter now. “Was that really the only reason you called me up?” He asks.

Your heartbeat stutters. He’s still looking down.

You could lie or make a joke. You could shift the conversation but instead you say, “I prefer to deal with problems directly, with the person I trust most to fix them.”

He looks up and holds your stare, his eyes shining with an unrelenting flicker of something you can’t place. He doesn’t look away and you don’t either. It’s not a long silence, just a few seconds stretched tight with everything unsaid.

His fingers are still on your keyboard. You’re still sitting back, composed but your breath isn’t quite as steady as it was before and his eyes, usually darting and hesitant, are holding yours now.

There’s a spark there. A slow-burning awareness rising behind his quiet gaze.

“I trust you,” you say again, a little softer this time. Like you’re reminding yourself.

Hyunjin swallows, your gaze flicks to his bobbing Adam’s apple for just a second before it meets his gaze again. “I… I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me, at least not like that.” He says.

“They should’ve.” You add.

He blinks at that. His lips twitch like he wants to smile but doesn’t quite know how to, not in this moment, not with his heart thudding loud enough to hear.

You lean forward slowly, arms resting lightly on your desk, and that movement alone has his eyes following the way your blouse shifts over your breasts. “Hyunjin,” you murmur, “you’ve been working non-stop. You skipped another lunch today.”

“I wasn’t hungry,” he says, too quickly.

Your tone drops slightly, unamused by his excuse. “You need to take care of yourself.”

“I’m trying to,” he says, then falters because your face changes when he says it. Like you hear it. Like you know exactly what he meant by it.

Your hand lifts and for a second, you almost reach for him. To fix the collar of his shirt, to brush a strand of hair behind his ear. To prove to yourself, to him, that you can touch him. That this pull between you isn’t just in your head.

Instead, you draw your hand back, fingers tapping lightly against the desk.

He notices. He notices everything.

“Would it be inappropriate,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, “if I said I think about you when I’m not working?”

Your breath hitches and for a moment, you don’t know what to say. Then, you ask, calmly and carefully. “Why are you telling me that now?”

He stares at you, cheeks flushed, hands clenched against the edge of the desk. His glasses falling down his nose again, but this time he leaves them where they sit.

“Because if I don’t say it soon,” he murmurs, “I’m afraid I’ll explode.”

Your lips part slightly. Not in shock but in understanding.

You rise slowly, coming to stand beside him, closer now than you have ever been. The air shifts between you, thick and silent, the world narrowing to the space where your arm almost brushes his. You look up at him. He’s almost taller when you’re this close. He waits, observing you.

“Don’t explode.” You whisper, your eyes soft.

He doesn’t say anything, he just watches you for a moment, like he’s holding a breath, holding on to the moment. He runs his fingers through his hair, in an attempt to ground himself.

Then you look away, back at your monitor. Back to control. You can’t do this, not here, not at work. Not when you’re his boss.

“For now,” you say, cool again. “Let’s just focus on the system.”

His shoulders fall just slightly, is he disappointed? Relieved? He doesn’t leave though, he doesn’t even rush to escape the tension. He just nods, slowly. “Yeah,” he says, his voice a little raw. “Okay,” but as he turns to go, he hesitates at the door and you swear he almost smiles.

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It’s just past midnight.

The city outside your window is still and quiet. Your room is lit only by the blue tint of your phone screen and the distant glow of your bedside lamp. You should be asleep. You’re not because you can’t.

You’ve been rereading the same sentence in the report for twenty minutes. Unable to fully concentrate, your mind on a dark-haired, shy man with the most beautiful features.

Your phone vibrates.

Unknown number, but you know who it is. You save the number first before reading.

[HYUNJIN]: Sorry if it’s too late. I just didn’t want to forget this.

Your pulse spikes, your thumb hovering over the screen.

He’s never texted you before, not even after you gave him your number. You waited, not that you’d admit that out loud and now here he is, blinking on your phone screen at an hour when everything feels too honest.

Another message comes through before you can reply.

[HYUNJIN]: When you said you trust me earlier, it kind of messed me up a little. In a good way, I think.

You sit up slowly, phone still in hand. Your expensive sheets fall down to your waist as you do.

[HYUNJIN]: I don’t know what this is. I’m not trying to make it weird. I just wanted you to know that I’ve never had anyone look at me the way you do.

Your chest tightens and it’s not because of what he said. It’s how honestly he said it, just pure and raw, late-night Hyunjin.

You read the messages again. Then type something. Then delete it, then type again…

[Y/N]: It’s not weird. You’re not the only one thinking about this.

Three dots, then nothing, then more dots.

[HYUNJIN]: You make it really hard to focus when I’m near you. I’ve rewritten the same line of code five times today.

You smile, slowly, under the weight of it all. You almost giggle, but you stop yourself, the fear of reading into it too much. Instead, you decide to tease him.

[Y/N]: I’m not sorry.

[HYUNJIN]: I didn’t think you would be.

It’s like he already knows you. There’s a long pause now. You don’t say goodnight. Neither does he. You just sit there, staring at the screen, letting silence do what words can’t and when you finally set the phone down, your heart is loud in the quiet room because something real is happening and you don’t think you want to stop it.

You should be professional. You should tell him your number is only for work-related conversations, and yet, you can’t, you don’t want to. He makes you feel seen and untouchable at the same time. Like you're a rare piece of art locked behind a screen in a gallery.

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AUTHOR POV

Hyunjin stared at his phone until the battery died.

He hadn’t meant to say that much. Not all at once but the words had come too easily. Something about the hour, or the silence, or the fact that you texted back.

Not with dismissal and not with silence but with something real.

He lay awake until almost 4 a.m., heart thudding, replaying every glance, every word, every breath of tension between you.

He couldn’t help his mind wander, the curve of your lips, your body in that tight but elegant blouse, your breath hitching when he told you he thought about you outside of work. He wanted to kiss you in that moment just to hear it again, to hear your sweet voice differently, lower and less controlled. He would want nothing more than to have you relinquish that control you hold in a room and give it over to him, for him.

His cock strained against his boxers at the thought of you, your smell, your hair and how it perfectly waved just past your delicate shoulders.

Hyunjin wondered what you would feel like, how your skin would feel against his fingertips. Would you whisper his name or scream it? Would you want him to be gentle or rough with you? How would you taste on his tongue?

Fuck, he couldn’t help it. He took his hardness out of his pants and began to rub his length lazily, his thoughts consumed with you and your bright eyes under your fluttering lashes. Hyunjin smiled slightly, he bet you would be tight, a pretty little pussy that would welcome him. Suck in his cock and keep him there till it was full. God, he was close now and he’d barely even touched himself, but that’s what you did to him.

He started fisting his length faster with a firmer grip. His breath was coming out broken and in sharp pants. He almost felt a little guilty for a second, like a perverted nerd who had a crush on the high school cheerleader, but the thought was fleeting.

Surely you felt it too, you spoke as if you did. Did you think about him this way? The thought caused him to come, his seed spurting out in waves over his stomach and thighs. “Y/n,” he whimpered, in the peak of his climax.

His breathing slowed and he looked down at the mess he had made. The guilt returning, what if you didn’t feel that way? What if you were just friendly to your employees and he’d read too much into it? He needed to clear his head, he had a cold shower and dropped back into bed naked, his hair still damp but he didn’t care and now, he was tired. He was exhausted but wired, too. On edge. Like he’d stepped into a different version of reality where his boss had become something more than untouchable.

Where maybe, just maybe, he was allowed to want you.

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He swiped his badge at the side entrance a little earlier than usual, hoodie zipped halfway, hair still damp from another rushed shower. He’d barely looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t. Not when his stomach was flipping inside out with the memory of your smile, your words in his phone like a secret.

As he stepped off the elevator, he didn’t head to his desk. He hesitated in the hallway outside your office. Just for a second.

The blinds were half-open. The light was soft, and it was early.

You weren’t at your desk yet but your coat was already on the back of the chair. Coffee on the corner. Signs of life, you were here somewhere.

He turned away, quickly.

Back to his desk. Back to his screen. Back to code, where things were simpler, safer and easier to control but his control was already gone the second you replied last night and when Jeongin passed by with a wave and said, “Hey, CEO’s in early again,” Hyunjin’s hands fumbled with his mouse.

Of course she is, he thought and he didn’t know what would happen next but he knew he’d never be the same.

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Y/N POV

You didn’t plan to run into him.

You never plan it but the moment you step out of the elevator, another coffee in hand, hair pinned, expression cool, you see Hyunjin.

He’s coming from the east corridor with a file in one hand and a cable looped in the other. His hoodie is half-zipped again, sleeves pushed to his elbows, a pencil tucked behind one ear like he forgot it was there. He’s mid-step when he sees you and freezes.

Not visibly, not even dramatically.

Just the kind of stillness you learn to read when you’ve built a career on walking into rooms no one wants you in.

Your footsteps don’t slow. Neither do his but the distance closes like gravity pulling two planets too close together and when you finally pass one another, side by side in the narrow stretch of hallway, you say “Morning,” soft and measured.

His eyes flick to yours instantly. His eyes were wide, something glinting behind them that had nothing to do with the time of day.

“Morning boss,” he says, voice hoarse, quiet like last night’s words are still sitting in his throat.

You keep walking and so does he. A few steps later, you glance back.

He’s already looking over his shoulder at you.

Neither of you smiles but there’s something there like a weight, a hum beneath your skin, like you’ve both stepped too close to something neither of you knows how to name yet and for the first time all morning, your chest aches with the urge to turn around.

Just for a moment. Just to say his name but you stop yourself and keep walking. Behind you, so does he but the air between you is changed.

It always is now.

Part 2

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Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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Seoul, South Korea. Tuesday, 3:12 PM.

You push the door open with your hip, bells jingling overhead as warm incense curls toward the ceiling — sandalwood, patchouli, something citrusy beneath it all. It’s always like this at NO SAINT INK. Chill beats humming low, Felix probably somewhere in the back rearranging his piercing tools like he’s Marie Kondo with a needle fetish, and—

“Fuck,” a voice mutters from behind a half-drawn curtain. You grin. Found him.

Kim Seungmin.

The reason you have six tattoos—and the reason you keep coming back for more.

You strut past the front desk like you own the place, setting down your tray of iced americanos and pastries with the confidence of someone deeply annoying. Your seventh session. Four healed pieces, one still peeling, and the newest one inked just last month. And of all the artists here, you keep picking the same one. On purpose.

Seungmin doesn’t look up at first. He’s sketching something at his desk—lined in ruler-straight precision, every pen stroke exact, no wasted ink. Hair slightly tousled. Sleeves rolled. Black gloves already on like he’s been prepping to ruin someone’s day.

He finally lifts his eyes—and groans.

“Why are you here again?”

“Hi to you too, sunshine,” you chirp, sipping your iced coffee with maximum slurp.

“I told Felix to screen your bookings.”

“I bribed him with matcha cake. Also, he says hi.” You swing the drink tray toward him with flair. “Got you your usual. Thought you could use the energy. You looked a little pale last time.”

He stares. “You’re lucky I don’t stab clients.”

“You already do,” you smile sweetly, plopping into the client chair. “It’s called tattooing.”

You met him through Felix, of course—NO SAINT INK’s glittery menace and certified piercing god. You came in on a whim two years ago for a constellation of helix piercings and left with a phone background of Felix’s stupid peace sign and a mouth full of swear words after he showed you Seungmin’s tattoo portfolio. Clean lines. Razor-sharp contrast. Occasional anatomical sketches paired with poetry in tiny, deliberate script.

When you told Felix you wanted something specific for your first tattoo—a geometric wolf across your ribcage—he nodded once and said, “Seungmin’s your guy.”

You’ve hated him ever since.

He’s impossible. Quiet, dry, sarcastic in a way that feels like a dare. Doesn’t flirt. Doesn’t smile. He just tattoos like he’s building something permanent—measured, focused, untouchable. But when you’re the one under his needle? His fingers linger a little too long on your waist. His voice drops when he tells you to hold still. And you—being the insufferable brat you are—live to poke at the ice until it cracks.

Which is why you’re here today. For tattoo number seven.

From him. Again.

“Let me guess,” he says, sipping the coffee despite himself. “Some half-baked Pinterest inspo you expect me to redesign overnight?”

“I’m hurt,” you pout dramatically. “I actually brought a reference this time. Plus, I figured you missed me.”

“I miss peace and quiet.”

“Then why’d you pick a career where girls beg to get pinned under you?”

He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move. Just says, “Get on the table before I change my mind.”

You smirk. There it is. That little twitch in his jaw. That flick of his tongue against the inside of his cheek when you say something just annoying enough to rattle the cage.

You pull out your sketch. “I want it here,” you say, lifting your shirt to gesture just below your sternum, to the space between your breasts and your ribs. “Delicate linework. Abstract. Your specialty.”

Seungmin stares. Then sighs. “You do realize I’ll have to touch you for placement.”

“Oh no,” you gasp, faux-innocent. “That would be terrible.”

He drops the clipboard with a snap.

“You’re unbearable.”

“You’re obsessed.”

Seungmin mutters something under his breath—probably a curse, probably in two languages—as he snatches your sketch and jerks his head toward the back hallway.

You follow with a smug little skip in your step.

The private rooms at NO SAINT INK are all artist-personalized. Seungmin's? It’s all dark wood, clean steel, framed minimalist pieces, and surgical-grade tidiness.

Cedar diffuses from a sleek black humidifier in the corner. The light is warm-toned and angled perfectly. His iPad sits on a tidy desk, stylus already beside it like it was placed there with a ruler. And on the windowsill—three succulents. Perfectly spaced. You teased him about it once and he deadpan replied, “One for every time you’ve wasted my time.”

He drops your paper sketch on his desk and sits, spinning the iPad toward him with a sigh. “You’ve got five minutes to explain what the hell this is.”

You plop down in the rolling stool beside him, leaning your chin on your hand. “It’s art. Use your imagination.”

He gives you a long, deeply unimpressed look.

“Fine,” you huff. “It’s… inspired by sacred geometry. Like a mandala, but cracked open. Fragmented. I want it to feel like breaking and healing at the same time. Like symmetry trying to reassemble itself.”

Seungmin blinks. Then blinks again.

“…You pulled that out of your ass just now.”

“I did not.”

“Did too.”

“Seungmin.”

He groans and starts sketching.

You watch, quiet now—because this is the part you actually love. The way his fingers move when he draws. Controlled, calculated. Not robotic. Not sterile. There’s warmth there, if you know where to look. And you do.

He sips the coffee you brought like it’s medicine. Then grabs a croissant and bites it with grim resolve, like chewing it too quickly might register as gratitude.

“I still think you bribed Felix with blackmail.”

“He was emotionally weak. I seized the moment.”

“You’re a menace.”

“And you’re drawing me the prettiest trauma-symbol I’ve ever seen, so who really wins here?”

He doesn’t answer. But his pen slows. His strokes get sharper. He’s in his element now. You recognize the shift—the way he leans in closer to the iPad, slightly squints, drags his stylus with deliberate precision.

The design blooms under his hand: a fractured mandala, circular symmetry interrupted by jagged arcs and broken segments. Clean dotwork in the center, a few splashes of abstract floral curls breaking out near the bottom edge. Like order blooming from chaos. Like something whole again.

“You’re disgusting,” you whisper, stunned. “That’s perfect.”

“I know.”

“Arrogant.”

“You begged me for it.”

“I said please once and you moaned like I kicked your dog.”

He flicks his eyes to you, slow. “Say please again.”

You blink.

Then smirk. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

But he’s already reaching for the print button.

“Let’s stencil this,” he says coolly, rising from his chair and heading towards the printer to print the design out. “I’d like to be rid of you before sundown.”

“Careful,” you say, trailing him out of the room. “One day you’ll miss me when I’m gone.”

“Promise?”

“Never.”

While he is busy with the printer, you kick your shoes off and climb onto the bed like it’s yours.

Technically, it’s a client bench. Adjustable, padded, wrapped in fresh black vinyl. But in your mind? It’s a throne. A stage. A perfect little altar for the games you play with Kim Seungmin.

You wiggle into place, tugging your top over your head in one smooth motion. You’re down to your bralette now—delicate black lace with scalloped trim, something clearly chosen on purpose. Not slutty. Not overt. But just enough to see Seungmin’s jaw tighten when he walks back in.

He’s still fiddling with the stencil printer—cutting the sheet, prepping it with solution. Focused. Professional. Cold, as ever.

You lounge, arms folded behind your head, watching him from the bed like you’re sunbathing and he’s just lucky to be in your light.

“You gonna stare the whole time?” he murmurs without looking up.

“Am I bothering you?”

“Always.”

You grin.

Just then—click—the door swings open, and Felix’s voice rings through the room.

“Hey, demon duo—just letting you know I’m locking up soon. Jisung dipped early, and Chan-hyung’s out all day, so it’s just you two in the studio for the rest of the afternoon.” He wiggles his brows. “Try not to kill each other. Or fuck. Or both.”

Seungmin doesn’t look up. “Go away, Felix.”

“Don’t be rude. I brought you into this world.”

“I was here first.”

“Emotionally? Never.” Felix flicks his brows toward you. “Good luck, baby girl. If he’s mean, just call me and I’ll stab his tires.”

You salute him. “Noted. Drive safe.”

With a wink, Felix is gone. The click of the studio door locking behind him feels final. Loud.

Seungmin exhales slowly. Then turns.

You’re still lying there on the bed, head propped, shirt discarded, body sprawled like a damn invitation.

His gaze flickers once. Down. Then away. Then back again, like it physically pains him to give you that much attention.

He lifts the stencil paper, holds it up to the light. “You know this placement is gonna be tricky.”

“Delicate linework on soft skin,” you echo sweetly. “Your specialty.”

He levels you with a look. Flat. Dangerous. Amused.

“…You’re going to be impossible today.”

“I’m always impossible.”

“No,” he says, slipping on gloves with a soft snap, “today it’s worse. Today you want something.”

You blink, feigning wide-eyed innocence. “Me? Never.”

He steps forward, slow and deliberate, stencil sheet in one hand, alcohol wipe in the other.

“Sit up,” he says, voice low. Commanding. “And lift your arms. I need a clean canvas.”

You obey—grinning like a menace—arms up, ribs exposed, breath catching slightly as the cold wipe grazes under the swell of your breast. He’s careful. Professional. Completely murderous about it.

The tension is a wire, pulled tight between you.

He smooths the stencil paper across your skin, presses down, then peels it back slowly, eyes trained on the imprint left behind.

It’s beautiful.

Nestled between your ribs, spanning just above your solar plexus: the fractured mandala blooms in fine linework, cracked yet radiant. His style. His hand. His art.

And now—it’s on you.

Seungmin looks at it for a beat too long.

Then: “Lie back.”

You do.

He adjusts the overhead lamp. Tilts your chin slightly. Brushes a single finger along your sternum, just below the stencil line.

You shiver.

He smirks.

“Try not to squirm this time,” he says. “You’ll fuck up the symmetry.”

Finally, Seungmin moves again. Gloves snap into place—tight, black latex stretched over knuckles and the fine lines of his fingers. You watch him through lowered lashes as he pours ink into the caps—his shade of black. You’ve learned that by now. Not too warm. Not too blue. Just sharp enough to slice through skin and stay.

The hum of the machine starts soft. Like a warning. Like a purr with teeth.

He looks at you once.

Just once.

And you know he’s not going to go easy.

“You good?” he asks, voice flat.

You nod, smug. “You always ask like you care.”

“I do care,” he mutters, tilting your chin again with a gloved hand. “Would be a shame if my art got fucked up because someone couldn’t keep still.”

Your eyes narrow. “Someone?”

He dips the needle, tests the line on a pad, and leans forward—right into your space. His breath ghosts over your lips.

“You.”

You roll your eyes and shift slightly, arms up, chest rising.

“God, you’re such a dick.”

His smirk could slice bone.

“And you’re still here. What does that say about you?”

You go to reply—but the first sting of the needle hits, and the breath punches from your lungs.

“F-fuck—!”

“Oh?” Seungmin says innocently, hand steady as he traces the mandala’s outer ring. “Is it too much already?”

You grit your teeth, exhale through your nose.

“No. Just... colder than I remembered.”

He hums like he doesn’t believe you. Like he knows what you’re really reacting to.

The first lines burn clean and sharp—stretching out beneath your skin, each pass as exact as a scalpel. Seungmin works in slow, confident strokes, one hand guiding your body where he needs it.

His fingers splay across your ribcage for tension. Firm. Possessive. Cruel.

He doesn’t speak at first. Just tattoos. Focused. Controlled.

But then—

“You know,” he murmurs, “most people don’t come back after their first rib piece.”

You hiss, fingers curling into the vinyl under you. “Most people don’t have your charming personality to keep them coming.”

He chuckles. Actually chuckles. Which should be illegal.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” he says.

The needle lifts for a second. He wipes gently with a cloth—soft at first, then firm, dragging over raw skin like he’s making a point.

You arch just slightly into his touch.

“I’m getting off on annoying you,” you counter, breath shaky.

His next line is faster. Harsher. He presses your side firmly, keeping you in place.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, low against your neck. “Then try really hard not to flinch right here.”

You flinch.

He clicks his tongue. “You’re so fucking bad at taking orders.”

“And you’re so—”

The machine stops.

He raises a brow. Wipes again. Slow this time.

“I’m so what?”

You glance down. Past his gloved hand on your ribs. Past the half-finished mandala. Past the slight smear of ink on your sternum.

You swallow.

“…focused.”

He smirks. Dangerous. “Damn right.”

And then he leans in—his next line beginning right where your breath catches worst. Right under your breast. Right on the spot where your heartbeat flutters like it’s begging him to notice.

You think he does.

Because his voice dips—deeper, smugger.

“Still think I missed you?”

You bite your lip.

Lying here. Under his hands. Wrapped in tension and black ink and the sharp, brutal pressure of a boy who tattoos like he’s angry at your skin for hiding itself from him—

You can’t lie.

Not to Seungmin.

“…yeah,” you say quietly.

His eyes flick up when you say it.

Yeah.

One syllable, quiet as breath, but loaded—the way confession always is. He doesn’t reply, not out loud. But the corner of his mouth lifts. Not a smirk. Something more dangerous. Something knowing.

He tilts your body slightly to one side, guiding you into the perfect angle, and you let him. Of course you let him.

“Still breathing okay?” he murmurs, even though he knows damn well what your breathing sounds like right now—shallow, choked, tight.

“Mhm,” you manage.

He presses back down with the needle. His strokes are smoother now, filling in the fractured petals of the mandala. He works just beneath the undercurve of your breast, just along the swell of sensitive skin—close enough to tease, close enough to make you ache.

You twitch. Barely. But enough.

He doesn’t say anything.

Doesn’t have to.

Because when he lifts the needle to switch angles, he uses his other hand to press firmly along your waist, holding you in place. His fingers curl just slightly into your side. Possessive. Grounding. A little cruel.

You shudder.

“Still can’t take orders,” he mutters.

You glare. “Still a fucking sadist.”

He hums. “Takes one to keep coming back.”

That earns him a punch to the shoulder—gentle, a flick of your knuckles—but he’s already grinning as he dips the needle again.

Your skin burns.

And still—still—you want him closer.

The ink trails down now, toward the bottom of the design. He’s practically tattooing over your stomach, your diaphragm pulsing with every breath. He’s leaning in lower too—head bent, nose just inches from your sternum. If he angled left, he’d be mouth-to-skin. If you arched just slightly, you’d be brushing right into him.

The tension hums in the air—hot, oppressive, close.

“You okay?” he asks, voice low again. This time it’s not mocking. It’s… loaded.

You nod once. “Are you?”

He glances up.

“Been better,” he mutters. Then, deliberate: “You squirm too much.”

You lift your eyes to his—taunting, daring. “You tattoo too slow.”

That gets you a sharp tap against your side.

“Careful.”

“Make me.”

The machine goes quiet.

You blink.

Seungmin sits back, gaze steady. Gloved fingers still resting against your stomach.

“You always this mouthy when someone’s on top of you?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know.

Your heart stutters.

You open your mouth—then close it.

He watches you for a second longer—until you shift just slightly under his stare. And only then does he lean back in, restart the machine, and murmur:

“Thought so.”

The final line burns sweeter than the rest.

Your breath hitches again—not from the pain, not really. You’ve gotten used to the sting. You chase it now. Crave it. Especially when it’s from him.

Seungmin finishes with a few last passes, the machine humming low and steady, until finally—he stops.

The silence after feels too quiet.

You blink up at the ceiling. It’s over. And suddenly your whole body is aware of how tense it’s been—your spine bowed slightly, your legs tight, your hands fisted in the sheets beneath you like you’ve been trying not to moan the whole time.

(You kind of have.)

He switches the machine off. The room exhales.

You stay lying down for a beat too long.

Then you hear the snap of his gloves being pulled off. The rustle of the rolling stool as he pushes back. The low clink of metal—his tools being set aside, wiped, lined up again with military precision. He always cleans up like he’s scrubbing evidence.

You sit up slowly, your ribs feel warm, raw—but not in a bad way.

He’s already tossed the gloves into the bin and is reaching for the mirror. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, biting your lip as you peek down.

The mandala gleams—inky black and flawless, nestled beneath the swell of your breasts like it belongs there.

Your breath catches.

“…fuck,” you whisper.

Seungmin glances over.

“Yeah,” he says. “I know.”

You shoot him a look. “Cocky much?”

He shrugs, reaching for his disinfectant spray like it’s nothing. “Not my fault I’m better than everyone else.”

You laugh—quiet, low, still slightly winded. “I should stop feeding your ego.”

“You should stop showing up half-naked and asking me to touch you for two hours.”

You freeze.

He doesn’t even blink.

You’re perched on the edge of the bed now, ribcage still bare. And he’s standing barely a foot away, still wiping his tools, still calm—but his jaw is tight again. His fingers grip the disinfectant bottle like he’s trying to decide whether to clean your table or ruin your day.

The air shifts.

Slowly, you stand—stepping forward. His eyes flick downward. Just once. Then he meets your gaze.

“…Seungmin.”

He raises a brow.

You step closer. Bold. A little breathless. “You never said thank you.”

He tilts his head. “For what?”

“The coffee. The pastries. My continued emotional support and aesthetic contribution to your client portfolio.”

He snorts. “Oh, right. How could I forget.”

“You could show some gratitude,” you say, smile growing. “Like, I dunno…”

A beat.

You lean in.

“…a kiss, maybe?”

He stares at you—flat, unreadable.

Then, finally, finally—his hands stop moving. The rag drops from his fingers. His jaw twitches once.

And he says, voice low: “Lay back down first.”

Your breath stops. “W-What—”

“For the aftercare,” he says—completely serious. But his eyes are glinting, the ghost of a smirk tugging at the corners. “Unless you want it to get infected.”

You huff, but you obey—because of course you do.

You lie back down, ribs lifting with every inhale, the crisp air of the studio brushing across your skin. Seungmin moves slowly—methodical, precise. He reaches for the healing balm and the bandage roll with the same focus he uses when prepping a tattoo needle.

And then—

Then he steps into your space again.

You feel his gaze before his hands. That lingering look, dragging from the ink across your sternum to the fine lace of your bra. To the soft dip between your breasts. You’re not stupid—you know how you look. You know how he’s looking.

But he doesn’t say anything.

Just kneels beside you on the tattoo bed, bracing one arm by your head, and starts applying the balm.

It’s… soft. Softer than it should be.

His gloved fingers glide gently across your skin, cool gel easing the sting of the fresh lines, but what you feel isn’t clinical. It’s heat. A low, blooming throb of something far more dangerous. Especially when his thumb grazes the edge of your bra. Not on purpose, not exactly—but he doesn’t move it away either.

You exhale. Carefully. Slowly.

His voice comes quieter this time, rough around the edges.

“You really wore this just to fuck with me, didn’t you?”

You blink up at him. “Excuse me?”

“This,” he murmurs, brushing the bandage wrapper open, eyes never leaving yours. “The lace. The black. The fact that it’s barely covering anything while I have to touch you like a fucking monk.”

You smirk. “What, don’t like being teased?”

His eyes narrow. “You’re not teasing.”

“No?”

“You’re begging.”

Your stomach flips.

He leans down slightly. Applies the bandage. His fingers skim the top edge of your sternum, then press lightly under your breast to make it stick. You jolt a little—not enough to be a flinch, but just enough for him to notice.

His lips twitch. “Thought so.”

You swallow.

“You could’ve said something,” you murmur.

“I did,” he says. “When I told you to stop showing up half-naked and flirty like I wouldn’t do anything about it.”

“And yet—” you gesture around, breathless, “—you haven’t.”

He finishes pressing the bandage into place. Carefully. Slowly. But his eyes—his eyes are anything but.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he says softly.

And then he leans in. Close. Close enough that his breath grazes your cheek, close enough that the heat of his body curls over yours like smoke.

“I’m just not done punishing you yet.”

You barely have time to gasp.

Because his hands are suddenly on your waist, fingers splayed wide, warm. He leans over you, lips brushing your ear as he speaks, voice like smoke curling from a lit match.

“You really think I’d let you keep pushing me forever?” he murmurs, his tone dark velvet, laced with something wicked. “Waltzing in here every time with that mouth—wearing shit like this—knowing damn well I’d eventually snap.”

You can’t speak.

Not with the way his hand is sliding up—up—fingertips skating the edge of your ribcage, the outline of your bra, the warm silk of your skin. Every inch he touches makes your back arch, breath stutter, pulse thunder.

“I—I didn’t—” you start.

“You did.” He cuts you off with a growl of a whisper, lips ghosting just beneath your jaw. “You knew exactly what you were doing. And you knew exactly who you were doing it to.”

His hand finds the clasp of your bra—flicks it once, expertly. Loose. Deliberate.

Lace falls.

You whimper.

He exhales sharply through his nose—his palm sliding up to cup you fully, thumb brushing across a nipple already sensitive from all that adrenaline and ink and restraint. The tension coils tighter—like it’s been waiting weeks to snap.

“You’ve been needing this,” he mutters against your skin. “Coming in again and again—acting like a brat. Begging for attention. Flashing me those looks like I wouldn’t fuck you into the goddamn wall the second I got the chance.”

A pause.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, mouthing down your throat, sucking once—hard. “You wanna be my canvas off-hours too?”

You nod. Frantic. Breathless. Your fingers clutch at the hem of his shirt, tugging, anchoring, pleading.

“Say it.”

“I wanted you,” you pant. “I want you. I’ve always—fuck—Seungmin—”

He snarls.

And that’s it.

His mouth finds your breast with zero pretense, tongue hot and teeth grazing—biting, not cruel, but enough to leave a mark. His other hand slides down, past your waistband, finding the thin lace of your underwear—

Already soaked.

You feel him smirk against your skin.

“Such a fucking mess,” he growls. “You come from the needle or from me?”

You writhe.

“Seungmin—”

“Yeah?” His fingers slip beneath the lace. “Lie to me again. See what happens.”

And then—

Then he presses in. Two fingers, all at once, knowing exactly where and how to touch you. Because he’s studied you. Memorized you. Sketched you in his mind over six tattoos and hours of tension, and now he finally gets to wreck you.

His fingers curl.

You break.

Your head falls back. Your thighs tremble. He’s still got one arm braced next to your head, and the other is fucking you open while his mouth maps every inch of your chest like it’s sacred.

“You’re mine now,” he mutters into your skin. “You wanted this? You earned this. So take it.”

You moan—high, wrecked, nearly slurred. His fingers don’t relent. Curling deep. Unforgiving. He’s fucking you with them like he’s trying to carve his name inside you, and maybe he is.

But just when it starts to crest—when you feel it, the rush, the crash, the electric burn starting in your spine—

He stops.

You jolt. “No—!”

He pulls out slow. Cruel. Slick fingers dragging free. You clench around nothing, hips chasing him, tears prickling your lashes.

He tsks.

“Thought you were smarter than that.”

You blink, dazed. “Wh-What—?”

“You think you get to cum already?” He leans down, lips brushing your ear again. “After walking in here like that? After tormenting me for months?”

His hand finds your throat—light pressure, just enough to pin you back against the vinyl bed. Your mouth falls open. Instinct.

“I spent hours sketching that design,” he whispers. “Tattooed it on your fucking ribs. You came in here dripping and smug and bratty. And you think you get to finish first?”

You whimper.

He lets go.

“Get on your knees.”

You blink. “W-What?”

“You heard me.”

He stands, undoing his belt in one smooth motion—his eyes never leaving yours. You follow his gaze down, down, as he pushes his jeans low and his boxers lower, cock flushed and leaking and so fucking hard.

You drop to your knees, onto the soft rug in his private studio, beneath the overhead lamp and the echo of the bed creaking behind you.

“Open,” he says tapping the tip of his cock against your pretty lips.

You blink up at him, lips parted, brain still catching up to the command. Seungmin doesn’t flinch, doesn’t repeat himself—he just stares down, eyes half-lidded, cock heavy in his hand, tapping the head once more—twice—against your bottom lip like a test.

You obey.

Mouth open. Knees aching. Head swimming.

"Good," he murmurs, voice like low thunder.

One hand tangles in your hair—possessive—guiding, not forcing. His hips roll forward, slow and controlled, and the first brush of him on your tongue makes you whimper. Your thighs press together instinctively.

Because he tastes like every fantasy you’ve denied yourself. And he’s watching you the whole time—jaw tight, chest rising, his gaze flicking between your mouth and your eyes like he's trying to brand the moment into memory.

“You always run your mouth,” he mutters, stroking your cheek with his thumb as you take him deeper, “but you’re so fucking quiet now, huh?”

You hum around him, tongue flattening, jaw straining, eyes locked on his like it’s the only anchor you have. He groans—quiet, raw, like it slips out before he can stop it.

Your hands steady on his thighs, you suck deeper. Hollow your cheeks. Let him feel everything.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “You really—shit—you’re good at this, huh?”

You moan, just to be a brat. The vibration makes him jerk.

His fingers twitch in your hair. The other hand finds the back of your neck, thumb pressed right where your pulse jumps.

“Greedy,” he mutters, breath stuttering as you pull back slow—spit-slick, lips flushed—then take his cock again, deeper this time, choking a little and loving it. “You want all of it, don’t you?”

You blink up at him, teary-eyed and burning, and nod.

And that’s all it takes.

His grip tightens. His hips roll. Controlled at first, almost gentle—but the moment you relax your throat and let him in further, something cracks.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The next thrust punches straight down your throat.

You choke—once, loud and messy—but you don’t pull away.

You don’t dare.

Not when Seungmin’s hand tightens in your hair like a leash. Not when his cock sinks deep, hot and throbbing and slick with your spit. Not when his groan scrapes straight from his chest, raw and filthy, as he watches your throat swallow around him.

“Fuck—” he snarls, voice strained. “You were made for this. Look at you.”

You try—your eyes flicking up through the blur of tears, spit dripping from your lips, mascara smudged beneath your lashes. You can barely see, but you feel everything—his fingers curled at the base of your skull, his cock throbbing on your tongue, the harsh stretch of your jaw.

“You’re a fucking mess,” he pants. “Spit everywhere—shit—drooling on me.”

You are—slick and soaked, saliva trailing from the corners of your mouth to your chin, coating his cock in glistening sheen. You gag again when he presses deeper, but he doesn’t let up.

“Take it,” he mutters, more to himself than you. “Take it. You fucking wanted this.”

He rolls his hips again—harder this time. Meaner. The tip of his cock bruises the back of your throat, and you sob around it, spit bubbling at the seams.

Seungmin hisses. “Yeah. That’s it.”

His hand tilts your head—just slightly—enough for him to watch you from above. “Look at you. Fucking crying for it.”

You blink up, lashes clumped and wet, mouth stretched open and obscene.

“Don’t stop,” he growls. “Wanna see you ruined.”

He fucks into your mouth like it’s a punishment. Like every gag, every wet choke is a penance you owe for teasing him for months. For bratty texts. For lace bralettes and stolen glances. For every look that said take me without saying a word.

Your throat tightens—and he moans.

“God—your throat—shit, I can feel it. Fucking clenching like your pussy would.”

You twitch.

He laughs—low and cruel. “What, you liked that? Want me to fuck both ends until you can’t walk or talk?”

You whimper around him. Loud.

Precum spills onto your tongue—hot and bitter—and he curses. Your hands claw at his hips, digging for purchase as he starts to lose it—thrusts jerking harder, messier. Your throat is raw, face soaked, and still—still—you stay open for him.

His voice shatters through your haze, ragged and mean.

“You look fucking perfect like this. Broken. Beautiful. Mine.”

One more thrust. Deep. Sharp.

You gag—again. Loud.

And Seungmin snaps. He jerks back suddenly—his cock pulling free with a slick pop, strings of spit connecting you still. You gasp—cough—spit dripping from your tongue.

“Open wider,” Seungmin rasps.

You do. Tongue out. Strings of drool glistening in the studio light. He grabs his cock—slick, flushed, twitching—and strokes once, twice—then spits. Right into your mouth. Then again. Then again.

You moan. Loud. Shameless.

“Filthy little thing,” he pants. “Look at you. Covered in spit and tears and fucking loving it.”

You nod. Once. Hard.

He leans down, cupping your jaw—thumb swiping through the mess on your chin, dragging it across your lips like warpaint. Seungmin's eyes watch you for a beat longer until he finally helps you up onto your feet.

You gasp, legs wobbling, mouth still slick and open as he turns you around and places a hand between your shoulder blades, coaxing you down on the bench.

“Hands flat,” he orders.

You obey.

He kicks your legs apart with his knee—rough. You gasp. Then moan, throat raw and spit-slick, head swimming from the sudden repositioning. His hands working quick, pulling down your pants and panties in one go. Seungmin hums in satisfaction at the sight of your wet cunt dripping. Fucking dripping.

“Better,” he mutters. “Stay like that.”

You squirm—but not far. Not really. Just enough to test him.

He growls.

And then—CRACK.

His hand lands sharp across your ass, a loud sting that echoes through the studio like an accusation.

You cry out.

“Still a brat,” he mutters. “Still fucking pushing me.”

His hands drag down—gripping your hips, pulling your ass back against him like he’s lining up a weapon.

“You think I won’t fuck you right here? Bent over the same bench I tattooed you on?” he says low, cruel. “You think I won’t use you just like this—all messy, full of spit, dripping down your thighs like a fucking reward?”

You whimper. “Then do it.”

A beat.

And then—he does.

He thrusts in all at once—deep, unforgiving, stretching you full in a single brutal push that knocks the air clean from your lungs. The bench creaks. Your nails scrape against the vinyl. You’re already soaked, still fluttering from his fingers.

Now you’re split open around him.

“Fuck—” he hisses. “Tight little thing—gripping me like you were made for this.”

You were. You want to scream it. But all that comes out is a cracked moan, spine arching as he pulls back—

Then slams in again.

Hard.

Rhythmic.

Cruel.

The bench jerks with every thrust. His hips slap into your ass, cock punching deep and devastating with every motion. The angle hits something brutal—low, mean, a spot that makes your vision spark.

“Louder,” he growls. “Wanna hear you.”

You whine—broken, gasping, drooling against the bench.

He leans over you now—chest to your back, breath in your ear, one hand fisted in your hair while the other snakes under your stomach to lift your hips just right.

His cock drags so deep, your thighs shake from the pressure, and the stretch is perfect—like he’s carving himself into you on purpose.

“This pussy’s been waiting for me,” he mutters, voice guttural. “So fucking wet—so ready to be used.”

You cry out as he pounds harder—faster—gripping your hips with both hands now, dragging you back onto his cock with every brutal snap of his waist.

“You hear that?” he pants.

Slap slap slap. Wet. Filthy. Perfect.

“That’s you,” he growls. “Fucking dripping down my cock—making a mess all over my bench like a desperate little toy.”

You moan—loud. The vinyl squeaks beneath you. Your toes curl, your back arches—and you know it’s close. That heat low in your stomach coiling tight.

“Wanna cum?” he grunts, snapping his hips even harder. “Gonna let me make you cum on my cock this time?”

You nod frantically. “Please—please, Seungmin—”

“Beg properly.”

“I need it—I need you—I’m gonna—fuck—please—!”

He slams in one final time—

And you break.

You cum hard—clenching around him, gasping his name like a prayer, back bowed and thighs trembling, your body nothing but nerve endings and his. It hits like lightning—violent, hot, devastating.

Seungmin moans through his teeth.

“God—fuck—you feel so good when you cum—” he grits, voice cracking with restraint. “So tight, so—shit—don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop squeezing me like that—”

He doesn’t slow. Not even a little. Seungmin just keeps going—thrusts deeper, harder, dragging your spent cunt right through the sensitivity like he wants to fuck you into a second orgasm.

You whine. Loud. High-pitched. Borderline sobbing.

“Too much—” you gasp, but your body says otherwise—clenching, fluttering, soaking him.

He groans, hips snapping into you again.

“I know,” he pants, voice wrecked. “I know it’s too much—but you’re taking it anyway, aren’t you?”

You nod. Shaking. Barely holding yourself upright over the bench as his cock slams into your soaked pussy again, again, again.

“You look so fucking wrecked,” he snarls. “Bent over this bench, fucked-out and dripping—mine.”

“Yours,” you echo—half-breath, half-moan. “Yours, Seungmin, fuck—!”

And that—

That does it.

He growls, deep in his chest, and thrusts one final time, burying himself to the fucking hilt—and you feel it.

His cock jerks once. Twice. Then—heat. Hot, thick, flooding you.

Seungmin’s cum spills inside you in brutal waves, pulse after pulse, spilling past your already-fucked entrance, dripping down your thighs with every twitch of his hips.

He groans—loud, broken—grinding in deeper as his release coats your insides.

You both stay like that for a beat.

Panting. Shaking. Silent except for the slow drip of your combined mess hitting the studio floor. His hands are still on your hips, fingers bruising, cock still buried deep inside you like he can’t bear to pull out just yet.

Finally—

“…fuck,” he mutters. “Look what you do to me.”

You whimper. “You started it.”

He smirks. Breathless. Still inside you.

“You came first,” he says, voice hoarse. “That makes it your fault.”

You roll your eyes. Weakly. Legs trembling.

But when he finally pulls out—slow, careful—you both groan at the mess. His cum leaks from you instantly, hot and obscene, slicking down your thighs in thick globs.

Seungmin watches. Just watches. Then hums.

“Pretty,” he says quietly. “All ruined. Just like I wanted.”

You’re bent over the ink bench, gasping. Barely conscious of your own limbs. There’s cum dripping down your thighs, breath fogging the vinyl, your body throbbing in time with your pulse.

And behind you—

Seungmin exhales. Low. Spent. Quiet.

Then: zip.

The sound of his jeans being pulled back up, the belt loosely fastened with one hand as the other brushes through his hair. You hear it—the shift. The snap back to reality. To composure. To Seungmin-afterglow, where all that bite turns to balm.

You expect him to vanish, to go grab wipes or complain about the mess—

Instead, you feel his hands. Gentle. Soft on your waist. Carefully guiding.

He straightens you. Not rough. Not impatient. Just… careful. Like you’re something fragile now.

You blink as he eases you to sit on the edge of the bench again, his hands steady on your hips until your legs stop shaking.

“Still with me?” he murmurs.

You nod. Slowly. “Barely.”

He huffs a breath of a laugh—tired, wrecked, softer than before.

Then he brushes sweaty strands of hair from your forehead and mutters, “Good girl.”

You melt. Right there. Ruined part two.

He disappears for a moment—only to return with a full box of wipes, a towel, and a silver water bottle you know is his personal one.

“Open,” he says gently, uncapping it and holding it to your lips.

You sip.

He waits. Watches to make sure you don’t choke. Then: another sip. A wipe to your neck. Another for your thighs.

He doesn’t comment on the mess—doesn’t smirk, doesn’t tease. Just… cleans you.

Tender. Focused. A little too quiet.

He wipes the insides of your thighs slowly, scooping up the slick and cum and sweat and ink-tainted heat with barely-there touches. When you flinch, he pauses. When you shiver, he murmurs something under his breath you don’t quite catch—but you feel it. Like a balm.

“You’re doing fine,” he says eventually. “I’m almost done.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to.”

That shuts you up.

Once he’s cleaned every inch of you he marked, he helps dress you up again, pants and panties up but then he grabs his spare hoodie—crumpled on the back of his chair—and slips it over your head with no warning.

It’s oversized. Smells like cedar and ink and him.

He tugs the hood over your messy hair, then pauses to kiss the top of your head.

And that’s what finally ruins you.

Your eyes sting. But you blink fast. No way you’re crying in this hoodie.

“…Seungmin?”

He hums.

“You okay?”

His gaze lifts to yours. Tired. Sweet. Still a little dazed. Another soft hum in response. And then he's back in motion. Efficient again. Packing up the mess, tossing used wipes, wiping down the vinyl. He moves like he needs something to do with his hands or he’ll grab you again.

Once the bench is clean, he turns to you—really turns.

And in a voice way too soft for someone who just fucked the breath out of you against workplace furniture: “Wanna come back to mine?”

You laugh—hoarse, soft, still ruined. “Like this?”

He smirks. “I have more hoodies.”

You blink up at him.

“…And strawberries?”

He smiles.

"And strawberries."

You end up at his place that night. Still wearing his hoodie. Still barely walking.

He gives you a fresh towel and the softest pair of sweatpants he owns, sets you in the bathtub like you’re made of porcelain, and kneels beside it the whole time—washing your hair with slow fingers and kissing your shoulder between rinses.

You eat strawberries straight from the bowl while wrapped in his towel. He lets you finish the last bite before tugging you onto his lap and kissing you breathless all over again.

No sex that night. Not because he doesn’t want to—But because he already has you.

And maybe, he just wants to hold what he’s wrecked.

He lets you fall asleep on his chest. Hoodie, thigh over his lap, lips parted against his collarbone. He doesn’t sleep. Just watches. Fingers curled around your wrist like a habit he never wants to break.

And the next morning? He wakes you up with coffee. And a second round (Messier than before.).

And ever since that day? You just… kept coming back. Not for tattoos, though that’s still a bonus. No—now you show up for him. Your boyfriend. Your soft-spoken menace. Your chaos control. Your personal ink-stained sadist.

You still strut into NO SAINT INK like you own it—drink tray in hand, smug little smirk on your face, eyes locked on the back room like a predator in love.

You still flirt just to watch him clench his jaw. Still wear lace under oversized hoodies and whisper “miss me?” every time you lean against his worktable.

He still rolls his eyes and mutters “unbearable” without looking up.

But when the clock hits closing time?

And everyone is gone. The lights dim. The blinds are drawn. The door locks with a click.

Seungmin doesn’t pretend.

He pulls you into the back with one hand around your neck and the other already working at your zipper. He lays you across the vinyl like it’s a fucking altar. And he fucks you like he’s trying to tattoo his name inside your soul.

You moan like you were made for it.

And when it’s over—when you’re sore and sticky and boneless all over again—

He picks you up. Wipes you down. And kisses your forehead like you hung the moon. A ritual really. Because from annoying menace client, you are now his favourite annoying menace girlfriend.

Who still pisses him off about random designs and bullies him into doing them. And he still ends up doing them for you, except they are ten times better and equipped with all the loving bullying just for you.

Just for his favourite menace girlfriend.

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.