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Day 1 -

You barely sat down in your seat before your pager went off. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you closed your eyes for a brief moment. You stuffed as much of the kimbap as you could into your mouth before leaving your tray of food on the table.

You peeked down at your pager and rushed around the corner to the unit you were called on. By the time your shift was over, you could barely keep your eyes open.

You were about to turn back around to take a power nap in the break room when you saw a figure leaning against your car.

You did a double take, your eyebrows furrowing when you realize that you weren’t imagining things.

“You better think long and hard before try something stupid,” you told the figure as you approached, dropping your tote bag on the ground.

The man turned to face you and you slowly recognized him.

“My previous statement still stands,” you tell Baek-jeong, who was slowly taking you in from head to toe. He doesn’t say anything at first, he just stares. His hands stuffed in the pockets of his black sweatpants.

“What are you doing here, Baek-jeong?” You questioned, crossing your arms.

“I’ll explain on the way,”

“On the way to where?”

He responds with silence, his hands still stuffed in his pockets as he stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Look, I don’t care whatever you got caught up in. Just keep me out of it.”

“That was the plan until they found pictures of us. Now they’re coming after you to get to me.”

“Who’s they?”

“I’m not wasting anymore time. Let’s go.”

“I’m not going with you,”

“It wasn’t a question. I’m telling you to either get in the car or I’m taking you to the car.”

“I fucking hate when you do that. I’m a grown ass woman, Baek-jeong.”

“Then walk your grown ass into the fucking car,” he says, slipping his hands out of his pockets.

“You touch me and I’ll scream,”

“You really think to can scream faster than I can run?”

The two of you stared at each other, daring the other to make a move. Unfortunately, he has you beat in this case because this was your third 12-hour shift in a row and you were running on fumes.

You sighed deeply, walking towards him with your work bag and keys in hand.

“Had you came by yesterday, I would have given you a run for your money.” You tell him as you handed him your keys.

“I know. That’s why I came by today.” He takes your work bag from your hands before you could object, slinging the bag over his shoulder before he turns to walk towards his car.

“Of course you did. Always so strategic.” You trailed after him to the familiar black BMW.

“Well, to your credit, you don’t make it easy.” He says, opening the door to the passenger seat for you.

A man approached Baek-jeong and he hands your keys to him with a brief order to drive the car back to your place and keep watch.

He opens the back seat to rest your work bag on it. You slide into the front seat after you closed the door. He pulls out of the parking lot and merges onto the street when there was no incoming traffic. The familiar scent of leather and sandalwood permeated through the car vent.

“We’re almost an hour away. I would get comfortable.” He tells you when he stopped at the traffic light.

“An hour?”

He hums in response and you sighed again. Leaning the seat back, you briefly closed your eyes. Baek-jeong looks over at you periodically. By the first ten minutes, you were fast asleep.

You were a deep sleeper so he knew there was no use in trying to wake you when he arrived at the penthouse. He simply threw you over his shoulder and carried your work bag in his free hand.

Tae geom looks up when he hears the front door, watching as Baek-jeong strolled in with your sleeping frame dangling ovef one of his shoulders.

“Is she sleeping or..” Tae geom trails off when Baek-jeong walks through the living room and into the guest bedroom. He careful sets to you, takes off your shoes and tucks you into the bedsheets.

He lingers by the bedside, examining your face mellowed with sleep. It’s been over a year since you broke up with him, but it wasn’t something he could let go.

He couldn’t let you go. Every time a guy showed interest in you, he would pay him a visit the next day.

It didn’t matter if it was a lingering glance at a coffee shop or if he offered you a pen at work, he would make it a point to be very persuasive on why they shouldn’t do that again.

Truth is, you knew about it. You knew that Baek-jong had been watching you from a respective distance. Just because he wasn’t calling or texting you, that didn’t mean he was gone completely.

“Surprised she didn’t wake up with all the noise in here,” Tae geom says to Baek-jeong when he rejoins the group.

“You know how she is. She can sleep through a hurricane.” Baek-jeong says with a sigh as he sits down.

Day 2-

You cursed yourself when your eyes blinked open to see that you were in bed. Meaning that he carried you upstairs and tucked you in like he done many times before when you got drunk with your girlfriends. He would be at the bar promptly at 11:30 pm and wait since you normally finished up around 12 am.

You peeped several bags from Akira and Urban Outfitters staggered along the floor. You pulled out a baggy sweatpants and a tshirt to change into after your shower.

“Come on, just one? I’m hungry.” One of the guys said to Baek-jeong.

“You can starve for all I care,” he says in response.

Everyone’s ears perked when they heard your door open. You strolled out of the room with damp hair, noticing the counter full of pastries and fruit.

The first person you notice was Baek-jeong sat on the couch closest to the kitchen. You could only imagine it was to keep the food safe from his heathen of a team.

The second person you notice was Tae geom who was sitting next to a green haired man.

“Tae geom,” you greet, crossing the living room.

He stands from the chair to give you a hug.

“Hey, Y/N. How have you been?” He asks when you pull away from the hug.

“Doing well, all things considered.”

Baek-jeong watches the brief interaction, clenching his jaw as he attempts to focus on his book.

You made a plate with two apple turnovers and some fresh strawberries from the table and sat across from Baek-jeong. He feels prideful that you chose to sit next to him instead of Tae geom.

Your eyes were fixated on the news playing on the TV, meanwhile Baek-jeong would glance at you from the book. Baek-jeong also noticed the gazes that lingered on you. But you beat him to the punch.

“Don’t you have jobs to be doing? The hell are you looking at me for?” You snapped with an annoyed eye roll.

Baek-jeong continued to read him book, trying to hide his amusement.

Day 5 -

The wheels of the car screeched as Baek-jeong and his team peeled out into the highway, nearly running someone off the road. Tae geom and Allen managed to locate the operations hub for the Steel Hand.

The Steel Hand was a medium scale gang that Baek-jeong made an enemy of in a bar fight. He beat one of their director’s sons to a pulp. The son’s orbital bone collapsed and he was rushed into surgery.

The son has been in the ICU and his father has been looking for Baek-jeong ever since. He never thought that Baek-jeong would be bold enough to attack him in his own territory, so Baek-jeong had the element of surprise.

However, what he did not have was numbers. He held his own against four guys but when it climbed up to ten guys, it was challenging to say the least.

Tae geom stepped in and created an opening for Baek-jeong and the team to escape. Allen’s heart was threatening to leap out of his chest until he saw Baek-jeong’s smiling to himself in the backseat, pressing a ripped tshirt to the gash on his jaw.

“Why is he smiling?” Allen whispered to Tae geom.

“Because Y/N is a nurse. So she’ll stitch him up once she sees him like that. As you can see, he’s looking forward to it.“ Tae geom explains in a low tone.

Allen glanced back at Baek-jeong who was scrolling on his phone with the same smile on his face. Thirty minutes later, they arrived at his loft and he blocked his team from coming inside.

“You gotta figure something else out. I don’t care what it is, but you can’t come in here.” With that he closes the door, kicks off his shoes and strolls over to your bedroom.

He knocks on your door, waiting for you to open it. You sigh at the sight, resting your hands on your hips. He stands at full six foot one height, his shirt stained with blood and dirt. He still has the tshirt pressed to his jaw to control the bleeding.

Without saying anything, you take his hand into yours, you drag him into the kitchen.

“Baek-jeong, what the fuck happened?” You asked, pushing him into the chair closest to the island.

“I tried to put an end to all this, and uh. I miscalculated.” He explains, meeting your unimpressed expression.

“I regret even asking that question,” you sighed.

“The first aid kit is still in the same place,” he says and you opened the cabinet to find it tucked in the corner as he said.

Baek-jeong watches as you pulled your hair up into a clip before washing your hands. He bites back a smile because he didn’t want it to be too obvious that he was looking forward to you tending to his wounds like you used to.

He knew you hated what he did for work when you were together, but you never said no when he asked you for help.

Within a few minutes, you were standing in front of him with a needle and stitching thread in your gloved hands. Your gaze fell to the space between you as you made the realization that you needed to get a better angle.

“If your hands travel, I will stab you.” You tell him and he brings his hands up in surrender. You stepped between his legs, you pulled away the fabric he had pressed against his chin to notice the bleeding subsided a bit.

You wiped away the dried blood with an antimicrobial wipe, taking his chin in your hand to keep him steady. He relaxed at the touch, closing his eyes when you made the first stitch.

“What did you get yourself into, Baek-jeong?” You asked after a long pause, your eyes focused on the sutures.

“It was all because of a bar fight. I was sitting on a chair and this guy comes up plastered. He tripped over the chair leg and spilled his drink all over me. So I took him out back and handled it.” He explains, his eyes still closed.

“Handled it as in ICU? Or as in funeral home?”

“Both, honestly. He’s not making it in the ICU for very long,”

Baek-jeong liked that he can have candid conversations with you. No matter how dark the subject. He could truly be himself around you.

“Okay, I’m having trouble figuring out how I play in all this.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, sure we dated for like two years. But we rarely did normal couple things. The only time I could show you affection is when we were having sex. Any time outside of that, you seemed tense. That sounds more like a friends-with-benefits than a couple,” you spoke candidly, noticed when he opened his eyes.

“That’s what you really think?”

“Yes, I do. That’s why I was confused that you came by my job.”

A silence fell between you, you were halfway finished stitching his gash back together.

“I never felt tense when I’m with you.” He spoke up, causing your focus to falter.

“It felt weird sometimes because the last time I was hugged by someone was by my mom before she died. So it feels out of place in some ways, but I never felt tense.” He explains and you nodded softly.

The silence made its way back and you swallowed to redirect your focus to the stitches.

“How long have you had trouble sleeping?” He asks you, watching as you halted your movements.

“How did you..”

“You’ve been sleeping in until 11 am- 12 pm on some days. You were typically an early bird. You got up an hour or so after I did. So I put two and two together.”

“What happened?” He adds when you went silent.

“I made a promise I shouldn’t have. There was a complication during the surgery and the kid didn’t make it. Every time I close my eyes, I see his parents’ faces. And every time it’s quiet, I hear their screams.” You said slowly, finishing up the remaining sutures.

His gaze settled on your hands that remained steady but your breathing picked up against your sound mind.

“It wasn’t your fault,”

“Of course it was,” you held his gaze for a moment.

You reached over to grab a pair of scissors and cut the extra string off.

“Y/N-“

“Take off your shirt,” you interrupt, taking off your gloves and throwing them in the trash.

“What?”

“Adrenaline fogs your mind into thinking every is fine when it’s not. I need to see check if you’re having internal bleeding.” You explained, motion him to take off his shirt.

You sighed when you neared him after he pulled his shirt off. Your gaze trailed down his body, his abs and chest glistening from his sweat. He watched you walked behind him, your hand gently trailing to a bruise developing on his left rib.

“We should go to the hospital just to be safe.”

“I’m not new to bruises, Y/N.”

“I’m not risking it, let’s go.”

You grabbed this keys and walk into the bedroom to get your purse.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you threw your car in park.

Baek-jeong 💪🏼🥰: Why are you at the gym?

You: What did I say about stalking me?

Baek-jeong 💪🏼🥰: I’m not stalking you. I just have notifications when you arrive at certain places.

You: As I said, you’re stalking me.

Baek-jeong 💪🏼🥰: Answer the question, princess.

You: I need to blow off some steam. I’ll be home later.

Baek-jeong 💪🏼🥰: Don’t stay too late. That place is questionable after dark.

You: I won’t, babe. See you later.

He liked the message and you gathered your duffel bag into your hands before hopping out of the car.

You strolled inside, the open space echoed with several different sounds. You could hear the grunts and chains shaking from fighters punching their bags.

The whistle of some fighters jump roping as you glanced at the stop watch that resets every two minutes.

You beelined over to the women’s changing room and locked the door behind you. You had changed into your shorts, a compression shirt and pulled your hair into a low bun.

You chose a punching bag that was secluded from the other group of fighters who were sizing you up from across the gym. You tucked an earbud into your ear before sliding your hands into the gloves.

“Who is that?”

“Totally out of your league, that’s who.”

A guy comes up behind the pair and smacks the back of their heads.

“Ow! The hell was that for?”

“I’m saving your ass, stupid. That’s Baek-jeong’s girlfriend. He literally broke Yun’s jaw for looking at her too long.”

“Just focus on your own bag. He has eyes and ears everywhere.” He adds, before walking back to his bag.

You smiled at the conversation, still facing the bag. You’ve seen it first hand when Baek-jeong can make an entire room silent just by walking in.

But you weren’t aware that you could do the same thing. Everyone knows who you are, more like who you’re dating.

You put up your guard before throwing a hook punch to the body. Initially, you punched with bag with slower, powerful punches side stepping before throwing a quick grab about your eye level.

The small group of fighters behind you kept glancing your way. What you were wearing was one thing. But what really intrigued them was how powerful your strikes were.

Each roundhouse kick sounded like a gun shot, the chains whining above you as you continued to strike the bag.

About an hour into your session, Baek-jeong showed up at the gym. He figured an hour of you-time was gracious enough. He watched as you knocked the punching bag off its hook with a spinning back kick.

The loud thud of the bag hitting the floor echoed throughout the room. Everyone in the room fell silent and stopped what they were doing for two reasons.

The first being that you knocked the bag off its hinges. The second being they noticed Baek-jeong leaning against the wall watching as everyone gawked at his girlfriend.

He remembered all of their faces in the room to start picking off one by one. But there were more important things at hand, like making sure you were alright.

“Get out.” He said in a moderate tone and the room dispersed.

Your shoulders relaxed when you heard his voice behind you. Eventually, it was just the two of you in the gym. You turned around with your gloves resting on your hips, meeting his gaze.

“Do you know how much forces it takes to knock a punching bag off its hinges?” He asks you, picking up the bag and carefully setting the chain back on the hook.

“I’m assuming a lot?”

“It’s the equivalent of picking up and throwing a black bear.”

“Well, let that be a testament the next time you get on my nerves,” you jested and he rolled his eyes at you. He stands behind the bag, holding it in place. You wait for him to motion you to start punching.

“What happened?” He asks after you landed several hooks to the same spot on the bag.

“It’s fine,” you answered.

“That’s not what I asked,”

“Baek-jeong,” you stated, stopping your punches.

He comes around in front of the bag, holding your chin in his hands. You looked directly up at him due to the height difference.

Baek-jong towers over a lot of people but only you have held his gaze without feeling nervous.

“If something is making you this upset, I need to know about it.” He tells you, your arms falling to your sides.

“It’s the same misogynistic bull shit that we grew up with. I’ll get over it,” you explains vaguely.

“Obviously not, if you’ve been at this for an hour now and still seem upset. What did they say?”

“Baek-jeong, the last thing I need is them thinking I can’t fight my own battles. I don’t need your specialized help right now.”

“And what’s my specialized help?”

“Breaking jaws in two places and beating people up in back alleys.”

He chuckles to himself, dropping his hand from you, “Okay fine. I’m here only to listen.”

You squinted at him skeptically and he holds his hands up in surrender.

“I’m serious,”

“I bet you are,”

“I’m all ears,” he says, stepping back behind the punching bag.

“I hate it when people -men specifically- think that all I’m good for is a show. Like I don’t have thoughts of my own that could benefit the company. Today, we had a meeting with some shareholders. I said my piece about allocating more time in mutually exclusive brands and they agreed.”

“That’s a good thing though, right?”

You sent a straight punch to the center of the bag, taking Baek-jeong by surprise.

“It would have been a great thing if I was a man. But since I’m not, I was told to learn my place. They..” you trailed off, and Baek-jeong looks at you expectantly.

“What did they say?”

“They said that I had better luck getting the shareholders to listen by falling for my knees and using my mouth for another reason besides talking.”

“They said what?” He said slowly.

“So I told them where they can stick it and I punched one in the face because they tried to touch me. And now I’m suspended.” You finalize, your arms falling to your sides again.

“Y/N, you’re not going back there.”

“I don’t have an exit plan right now. So technically-“

“Look at me,” he grips the underside of your jaw until you looked at him.

“Technically nothing. You’re not setting one foot in that place. Is that understood?”

“Yes,”

“Good, now let’s get your mind off it.”

“By doing what?”

You met his dark gaze when he says, “I have some ideas.”

Before you had a chance to say anything else, he takes your gloved hand into his and walked you towards the private shower in his office. You pressed your lips together as you already knew where this was headed.

He pulls you into his office, pressing your body against the door as he closed it. He unwrapped your wrists and tugged off your boxing gloves. He leans in to capture a rough kiss on your lips, but you stopped him before his hands can find your hips.

“I’m sweaty,” you pulled away from him, tugging your compression top over your head and dropping it on the floor.

“There’s more sweat coming,” he says after you, watching as you kick off your shoes.

You opened the shower door and turned on the warm water.

Feeling his hands back on your waist, he pulls your back against his bare chest. He kissed down your nape of your neck and you whined his name.

“I don’t care about sweat, Y/N.” He spoke up, his hands came up to grip your breasts roughly. He pressed your body against the cool glass of the shower.

“Well I do,” you said, tugging off your shorts and panties before pulling the shower door open.

Pulling off his jeans, he followed you inside. You stepped under the water, letting the hot water wash over you. He had put soap in the loofa and handed it to you.

You lathered your body with the soap, turning around to rinse it off when he takes you into his arms and pushes you against the cool glass.

You winced as the cold glass presses into your warm skin, he lifts one of your legs over his waist. He dips his head into your neck, leaving warm kisses on the skin. He prods a finger inside of you, slipping another inside you to scissor you open.

Your nails dug into his forearm to ground yourself while he twisted his fingers into a sensitive spot. He swallows your moans, his lips overtaking yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

He waits until he could feel your walls fluttering to pull away. You whined at the loss of stimulation when he kisses you again.

“Jump,” he said against your lips and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He lines himself up at your entrance, the two of you moaning as he slowly sunk into you until he bottomed out.

Your lips moved in sync, his hips moving against you in short, shallow thrusts. The tension built in your stomach as he deepens each thrust, grinding his hips against you.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, breathing in the steam from the water. He thrusts into your slow and hard, sucking at one of your nipples.

Your mouth fell open in bliss as you rolled your hips to match his thrusts until the tensions broke in your stomach. Your body jolted underneath him, his groans loudly when your walls clenched around him rhythmically.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

He buries his face into your neck as he cums inside of you, pulling away to kiss you possessively. He was already plotting what he was going to do to those bastards. But for now, he was enjoying you.

He gently sets you down on wobbly legs, smiling when he meets your fucked out state. Your hair was half way out of the bun and you blinked owlishly at him.

“Shut up,” you stated, taking your hair out of the bun and stepped into water to finish rinsing yourself off.

“I didn’t say anything,” he chuckled, causing you to turn back around.

“No, but your face did.”

The two of you finished up and thankfully Baek-jeong had an extra duffel bag of clothes that the two of you could change into.

Mr. Moon had hacked into the cameras outside the gym. Him, Woojin and Gunwoo were watching at you and Baek-jeong walking outside hand in hand.

“It’s so weird to see him smiling,” Woojin starts.

“I know,” Mr. Moon said with a grimace.

“I wonder what he said to her,” Gunwoo says out of the blue.

“What?”

“She’s smiling too. So I just wondered what he said to make her that happy.” Gunwoo explains, looking at the screen.

Woojin and Mr. Moon shared a knowing look, smiling to themselves.

“It’s not what he said, Gunwoo. It’s what he-“

“Wait, don’t tell him. Let him keep his innocence,” Mr. Moon intercepts.

You let out a sigh, wincing when the nurse injected the anesthesia into your skin. Soon after, you felt her prodding into the skin with the needle and pulled the string back through. Although it wasn’t painful, you still felt uncomfortable.

“Does Woo jeong know you’re here?” your police chief questions, bending down slightly to watch the nurse stitched your forehead.

You opened your mouth to respond when Woo jeong bursted into the room, his chest heaving with deep breaths. His gaze bounced around the room until his eyes settled on you.

“Feel better. I’ll come by tomorrow.” The chief spoke.

“Thank you, chief.”

He gives your hand a squeeze before leaving the room. Woo jeon gives a small bow as he left.

Woo jeon doesn’t look at the nurse as he approaches your bedside, he solely focuses on you.

“Y/N,” he starts, his hand finding yours when he sees the uncomfortable expression on your face as the nurse continued to stitch your wound closed.

Your eyes fluttered closed, you breathed slowly when the nurse tightens the knot before cutting the remainder of the string. She opens a small gauze bandage and pressed on the edges so they stuck to your skin.

“Since you’ve suffered a head trauma. You’ll likely be kept overnight for monitoring. Visiting hours will be over in two hours.” She explains as you and Woo jeong nod in unison.

The nurse leaves and you slowly leaned back into the hospital bed. She injected your forehead with an anesthetic before stitching your wound closed, but you could still feel the throbbing pressure afterwards.

Woo jeong called your name again, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Before you start, It’s fine. I’m fine. I just needed a few stitches.”

“No. Everything is not fine, Y/N.” He pulls away from your hand to run a hand over his face.

“Tell me everything that happened. Don’t leave out a single detail.” He adds after a brief pause.

“I.. found a lead on Baek-jeong’s lead doctor. Detective Oh was on lunch and I didn’t want to ask around for company, so I just went alone. Turns out my suspicion was right, because I saw the doctor and Baek-jeong were having a heated discussion in the alleyway near the doctor’s house. I tried to run away when they spotted me but Baek-jeong was quick so he caught up to me.”

“Baek-jeong did this?” He asks you and you nodded in response.

“Y/N, he could have killed you. He has mercenaries at his beck and call, what were you thinking?”

“That I was tired of being labeled as the useless detective. I’m trying to fix whatever it is that’s wrong with me so I can stop being scared of everything.” You said, he was surprised at your outburst.

Woo jeong sat down, letting out a deep breath.

“You’re not useless, Y/N.”

“You’re probably the only one at the precinct that doesn’t think so.”

You looked away from him as tears pricked your eyes.

“Hey, I’m sorry. It’s not your fault.” He stands from the chair and wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug.

“Did he hurt you anywhere else?”

“He.. kicked me a few times. The nurse did a chest x-ray to make sure none of my ribs puncture a lung.” You spoke into his shoulder.

“That son of a bitch,” the gripped on your tightened just a little bit.

“Can you stay with me?” You asked when you pulled away from the hug.

“Of course,”

About forty minutes later, you fell asleep with his jacket draped over you. Resting his head against the wall, he sighs as he thinks back to the conversation he had with Kang yesterday.

“When are you going to tell her?” Kang asks Woo jeon when they reviewed the footage from the bar.

They look at each other and Woo jeong finally spoke, “It’s always right there at the tip of my tongue. But it never seems like it’s the right time.”

“There’s never going to be a right time. It’s nothing something you wait to come, you make it happen.” Kang explained.

“You don’t want to be put in a situation where life has other plans before you had a chance to tell her. Trust me,” he added, placing a hand on his shoulder before standing.

Woo jeong sighs to himself, closing his eyes while you remain fast asleep in the hospital bed.

He didn’t bother going home after visitation hours were over. He just slept in his car until visitation opened up again. You noticed as soon as you stepped out of the room after changing back into your regular clothes.

“Woo jeong,” you start as you noticed he was wearing the same suit as yesterday.

“I know. I couldn’t go home with you here.”

“I don’t think I could go home either,”

“Could or should?”

“Both,” you advance for the door with your discharge paperwork in your hands.

“I can ask-“

“You can come stay with me,” he interrupted.

“Really?”

“Yeah. We can swing by your place and grab what you need.”

“I can still drive, Woo jeong.”

“I know, but you don’t have to,”

**

Woo jeong insisted that you stay home and focus on recovering while his team and Kang’s team raided Baek-jeong’s ring and the secondary location where Soyeon was being held captive.

Now that it was finally over, Woo jeong had more time to think about how he would approach you. Things have felt different between you since he’s helped dressed your wound.

You would sit on the counter with your eyes closed while he stood in front of you, cleaning the wound with microbial spray and spreading an ointment on the skin. It killed him to be that close to you but he couldn’t say anything. Not with everything else going on.

But now that it’s been close to two months since your encounter with Baek-jeong, the gash on your forehead was healing nicely. You just got back from getting your stitches taken out.

You didn’t tell Woo jeong about it but he found out when he saw your paperwork on the counter. He was picking you up from your place to head to dinner.

“You went to the hospital?” He asks you as you left the bathroom from your shower.

“Yeah, I got my stitches taken out. Wanna see?”

You stepped out of your room with your towel wrapped tightly around your frame. You didn’t think anything of it until you saw Woo jeong averted his eyes. You looked down at your towel then back up at him.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You turned back around and closed the door to change into the black dress you had laid on your bed.

He walks back to the kitchen counter and read the discharge papers until he heard the door creek open.

“There, that’s better.” You stepped back into the living room.

He looks up from the papers to see you adjusted one of the straps of your dress.

God, that makes it worse. Woo jeong thought to himself.

You strolled over to him, standing a few inches apart. Just as you were when he tended to your wounds just a few weeks ago.

“See?” You said, brushing your hair out of your face so he could see the faint redness from the stitches.

“It looks great,”

“Yeah, I told the nurse what a great job you did. She said you should apply for medical school,” you said with a chuckle.

“So there’s no need to continue putting ointment on it?” He lifts his hand to push the remaining strands of hair away from your forehead.

You held in a quick breath at the gesture, holding his gaze.

“She said it should be fine to heal on its own. Now that it closed.” You answered after a long pause.

“Right,”

“Let me grab my purse and we can head out.” You turned on your heel to head back into the bedroom when you heard Woo jeong say, “Somewhere between one heartbeat and the next, I fell in love with you."

You slowly turn back to face him, not completely shocked by his confession. If anything, you were relieved that you were finally having this conversation.

“You’re.. in love with me.” You repeat more as a statement than a question and he hums in response.

“I’ve been in love with ever since we worked together after you transferred to our precinct.”

“No way, I barely spoke to anyone when I first transferred over here. I’m socially awkward. I don’t..” you trailed off when he caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“It was your smile,” he recounts, a smile of his own tugging at his lips. His heart melts when you beamed up at him.

“I wanted to tell you earlier but it never seemed like it was the right time. You got hurt on the case and I couldn’t focus on anything else besides keeping you safe.” He explains.

“And now?”

“Now, I can focus on doing this.”

He leans in slowly, letting the tension build before pressing his lips to yours. He cups your face in his hands to pull you closer, his lips moving cautiously. He pulls away for a moment, reading your face for any signs of regret.

To his surprise, you capture his lips in a warm kiss. The kiss grew more passionate the longer your lips fell in sync. His hands hovered over your arms, unsure of where to place them so you moved them to your waist.

You sighed into the kiss, your hands moving from his chest to the back of his neck. You walked him into the counter, the two of you pulling away from each other to catch your breath.

“We should probably cancel our reservation,” he says against your lips.

**

“Woo jeonh,” you called his name softly and he hummed in response.

“You’re staring again,” you poked at his bare chest and he caught your hand to press a chaste kiss to your inner palm.

“I can’t help myself,” he states, leaning in to kiss across your collarbone.

“We’re supposed to be watching the movie,”

“What movie?” He questions with feign innocence as he lays you on your back.

Sliding between your legs, his lips found yours and your hands smoothed over his muscular back. The two of you were still bare in sheets from your moments of intimacy about thirty minutes ago. He groans against your lips when you scratched the sore skin.

The movie continued to play in the background, transitioning to an intimate scene. The moans on the screen caught the two of you off guard, your face felt warm with embarrassment. He chuckles at your very obvious nervousness, dipping his head into your neck.

You moaned when he kisses at the sensitive skin, moving down to your chest until you brought his face back up to meet yours.

“Can I..” he trails off, his hips rocking against yours.

“Please,” you whimpered against him.

He pulls away to reach for a condom, pulling the packaging open and sliding the condom over his cock with one hand. He holds your hips in place, his thumb smoothing over your pelvic bone. His forehead rests against yours when he slides home, moaning into your mouth when you clench around him.

He gently rocks into you, the bed creaking under his movement. Pulling you further down on the bed, his thrusts progressively deepened. He links his hand with yours above your head as he brung one of your legs over his shoulder.

You said his name like a prayer when the tip of his cock brushed against the same sensitive spot over again. He keeps the same pace, burying his face into your neck, doing his best to hold off on cumming until you reached your orgasm.

You made it difficult because you were clenching him like a vice. He pulls away from your hand to rub soft circles on your clit until your body seized. You cried out when he applied pressure to your lower stomach to deepen the euphoric release.

He finishes inside the condom, slowly pulling out of you with a faint pop. He throws the condom into the trash can next to your night stand when the movie continued with the intimate scene.

“Americans,” Woo jeong says with a tsk, sliding next to you with his arm open in silent invitation.

You were throwing a party and you invited all of your friends from college and your dancing class that you take twice a week. They each brought some of their own friends and the next thing you knew, the house was packed.

Not even thirty minutes in, you were fuming. Seong je got into a fight yet again. You always thought his five second rule was stupid but it wasn’t even the culprit this time.

It was the fact that one of your guy friends from your dancing class was talking to you when Seong je was playing a game in the living room.

He had noticed when he first approached you and watched your facial expressions as you spoke to him. You were neutral so he couldn’t be too upset outside of not being happy with the situation.

But then he poured the two of you a shot, and he watched as your so called friend took a glimpse at your chest when you downed your shot. You didn’t notice a thing but Seong je saw everything.

In a matter of minutes, Seong je paused his game and strolled over to you. You knew from his small smirk on his face that he was going to start something.

You couldn’t get a word in before he punched your friend clean in his jaw, knocking him out. He hits his head on the counter on the way down, falling flat on his face.

“Seong je, what the hell!” You scold, but he ignores you to pick up your friend by the back of his collar and drag him outside. People murmur amongst themselves when Seong je walks down the stairs and places the man on the front lawn.

He walks back up the stairs to find you watching him with your hands on his hips. You scoffed before turning around back inside and Seong je nonchalantly strolls behind you with his arms in his pockets. A few people surrounded the unconscious man, attempting to bring him to.

“I cannot believe you,” you tell him, walking up a few steps.

“He was staring at your chest, Y/N. This is why I say men and women can’t be friends.” He explains coolly.

“I have guy friends, Seong je. You knew I had guy friends when we started dating.”

“I tried to be respectful when we first started dating but fuck that. I’m all the testosterone you need, baby. You need anything, you call me. Period.”

“So what? You want me to cut off all my guy friends.” You turn around once you were at the top of the stairs.

“I doubt they’re actually your friends, Y/N. They’re probably waiting for you to give them a chance.”

“That’s such bull-“ his lips pressed to yours, your body already starting to melt against him but you did your best to resist. You were still pretty upset and you weren’t going to let him distract you.

Pushing at his chest, you pulled away from his lips in protest.

“You’re not getting off the hook that easily,”

“Oh come on, Y/N. You know you love it here.”

“Do I? Do I love it here? To have a man rage baits me every chance that he gets and never take things seriously?”

“Yes you do. You want to know why?” He starts, smoothing your ponytail into his hand.

“Because you don’t have to use this. You like that I can handle things for you. You love it actually.” he pressed a finger to your temple.

“You’re saying that I don’t use my brain?” You questioned, getting ready to tell him off.

He responds by holding your face in his hands and whispering against your lips, “You very well can. But do you want to, hm?”

“You can’t just kiss away every argument Seong je.”

“Answer the question, and I won’t kiss you.”

He tilts your head upwards so you were looking directly into his eyes.

“Go on,” he adds.

“No I don’t.” You answered after a long pause and he smiled.

“That’s my girl.”

He takes your hand and leads you towards the bedroom.

“Take everything off beside your thong and wait for me.” He turns around and leaves the room. Soon after, you heard Seong je yells to everyone and you slowly took off your blouse as you kicked off your shoes. You unhooked your bra and dropped it to the floor, pulling your skirt off soon after.

You left your thong on just as Seong je asked. Lying on your back, you crossed your legs against the headboard as you waited. The front door closed and you pressed your legs together in anticipation.

His footsteps slowly moved up the stairs until he reached your bedroom. You turned your head when you heard the door open.

“Don’t you look comfy,” he says, opening the door and stepping into the bedroom.

He peels his windbreaker off and sets it on the couch before making his way over to you. You flipped over to lay on your stomach, watching as he pulls off his shirt over his head. He maintains eye contact when he unzips his jeans and your mouth felt dry at his gaze.

It slowly started to make sense to you that he cleared the house of everyone before having you to himself. Realistically, he could have done something with the party still going in the background. But he chose to have that privacy, which means you were in for a long night.

“Seong je,”

He brings his index finger to his lips as a message for you to be quiet.

“Y/N, don’t come down here.” Woojin tells you, causing you to pause.

Gunwoo’s mom and you were in the middle of cooking dinner when the door bell rang. There were two men that were at the front door claiming to be Gunwoo and Woojin’s friends.

Gunwoo’s mom was gracious enough to let them in despite your concerns. She reassured you that everything was fine, but you didn’t like the looks of those two. Turns out, your suspicion was right because Woojin and Gunwoo were alarmed to see them on the couch.

“We’re not interested in what you have to offer,” Woojin tells the men.

“Quite frankly, it doesn’t matter if you’re interested or not. This fight is happening.” The man in the dark jacket states, still sitting down.

“Here’s two million won as an incentive. You’ll get triple that after the fight is done.” The other man informs.

You didn’t realize when Gunwoo’s Mom snuck passed you and made her way over to the group.

“Soyeon,” you whispered, trailing after her.

“Anything that comes from that kind of money isn’t good at all,” she tells Gunwoo, you stood in front of her with your arm outstretched and Woojin looked back at you.

You held his gaze for a moment before looking back at the two men who were now standing from the couch.

The man in black follows Woojin’s gaze to you, his eyes lingering on you longer than Woojin likes. He knew you from somewhere, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

You knew exactly where you knew him from. He was a frequent patient of yours at the start of your residency. You stitched him up more times than you could count.

“Hey,” Woojin blocks his view of you.

“Get out,” he adds.

“We’ll be in touch,” the man in black states, leaving the duffel bag on the table before turning to leave.

The rest of the night felt tense. Soyeon and Gunwoo tried to lift everyone’s spirits but you couldn’t help the sinking feeling you had in your chest.

You had met Woojin after the big fight between them and Inbeom and Myung Gil. But from what Woojin told you, it was very challenging and he almost didn’t make it.

Soyeon was right. Nothing good comes from that kind of money. Whatever that man was wrapped up in left him with broken ribs and left gashes that exposed the white meat.

If a man like that was after Woojin and Gunwoo, it’s not going to end well for anyone. You were coming to terms that they might attempt to kidnap you or Soyeon as leverage for Gunwoo and Woojin to do what he wants.

It also means that you needed to come to terms with something else. You’ve been pretending to be a sheep this entire time. You weren’t just a nurse.

You had several run ins with Doo young and Yang jung at one point. You didn’t have parents to look after you, so you had to look after yourself.

After seeing Doo young in action, you took it upon yourself to learn the art. But after a few years, you grew tired of coming home with your clothes soaked in blood.

It started to take a toll on you, your soul specifically. It made you question if you even had one. You could watch the life drain from someone eyes without even blinking.

So you retired your weapon of choice and decided to work in a hospital instead. At least you could try to save lives instead of take them.

You hated lying to Woojin about who you really were and where you came from. The less he knew about your real life, the safer it was for him.

“Hey, you okay?” Woojin asked you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You didn’t realize that you spaced out majority of the night. By the time you snapped out of your thoughts, dinner was over and you already took your shower.

From the looks of it, Woojin just got out of the shower too because his hair was damp. You met his concerned gaze through the mirror as you combed through your hair.

You turned around to face him, standing from the vanity and he smooths his hands over the sides of your arms.

“Baby?” He adds when you don’t say anything.

“I know him. He went to the hospital a few times during my residency.” you finally spoke and he sighs at the realization.

“So he knows where you work,” he drops his head, stepping closer to you.

“You don’t have to be scared, okay? So you would need to take a few days and come stay with us.” He consoles, meeting your gaze.

He thinks I’m scared. That’s cute.

Your gaze fell to the scar on his abdomen that stretched from under his rib to his sternum.

“It’s not me I’m scared for,” you tell him, smoothing your hand over the skin.

He takes both of your hands into his and kisses your knuckles.

“You don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart.”

“I’m a nurse. It’s in my nature to worry, Woojin. I’ve seen people like him in the hospital. They’re ruthless like sharks. They don’t have anything holding them back because they don’t believe in family.”

“Just.. promise me you’ll be careful.” You said, closing your eyes.

“I promise, baby.” He reassures, smiling at you.

“I’m serious,”

“I know. You always look cute when you’re serious,” he boops your nose and you crinkled your nose.

You moved to turn away from him but he pulled you back into his chest by your hands.

“Do you trust me?” He asks you and you nod without hesitation.

“The way you trust me quietly without saying it out loud. That's the thing that got me.”

“That’s because you earned it,” you commented.

He pulls away from your hands to hold your face in his hands. His lips moved against yours as he kissed you warmly.

“I love you,” he says, resting his forehead against yours while caressing your cheek.

“I love you too,” you met his warm gaze.

“I’ll go get you some water,” he says before giving you a quick peck.

“Thank you,”

You wait until he pulls away from you and leaves the room before taking your phone into your hands. You scroll until you find the contact and you send the number a message.

You: I never thought that I would say this but I need the key to the safety deposit box.

Unknown: Name the time and place.

**

It was getting worse like you anticipated. They tried to take Soyeon while you all slept, which meant they were bold enough to do anything. They followed Woojin to Mr. Moon’s place and they already knew where you worked so you all had to relocate to a hotel.

You managed to sneak in your swords in your duffel bag without detection. You had a feeling that you would need it.

Woojin did his best to look after you and Soyeon. But when Baek-jeong’s group came, they came in numbers. The group started to panic when they heard the commotion of fighting outside the door.

You knew what you had to do in that moment.

Kang yong’s people lasted as long as they could but Inbeom was nearing the door. Woojin tried to step out of the room but Soyeon stopped him.

“Mom,” he pleads.

You took this opportunity to open the duffel bag and take out your swords. You made eye contact with Soyeon as you stood and you gave her an apologetic look.

Woojin called your name when you opened the door. His gaze fell to the swords still in their holsters before looking back up at you.

“I’m sorry,” you said looking over your shoulder.

“Y/N, no,”

You broke off the handle outside the hotel room so they couldn’t get out.

“Y/N, please. Don’t do this.” You could head Woojin call from inside the room.

Looking down the hall, you see Inbeom punching an agent in the face continuously and the shorter guy stabbing another agent in the neck. They hadn’t noticed you yet, so you took the chance.

You peeled off your jacket and slowly took your swords from their holsters. One man noticed you and walked over to you, you dropped your wrist and jived the sword up through the man’s chest. You quickly pulled your blade out of him, watching as he dropped to his knees.

When you sliced through the next man’s cortoid, the blood sprayed across your face. And that’s all you needed for what comes next.

By the time everything was all said and done, Inbeom and Tae san were all that was left. They looked at you with wide eyes and you looked at them calm and collected with blood staining your neck and chest. The team they came in with had fatal wounds and were bleeding out by the second.

“You can take me in the place of Soyeon. I’ll go willingly.”

“And what if we want her?” Inbeom questions.

“Then you’ll join your friends,” you stated calmly.

Neither of them said anything else so you took it as them accepting your offer. You set your swords on the floor and strode over to them. You pressed your wrists together but then just looked at you.

“We don’t have zip ties,” Tae san says eventually.

“Fine,” you took a step forward and they followed you hesitantly, looking over their shoulder at their dead comrades.

“What the fuck happened?” Baek-jeong asked, looking up to you standing there with blood painting your chest and face.

“She killed them all, boss. The team we came with is dead.” Inbeom stated and Baek-jeong’s gaze fell to you.

“Is that right?”

He meets your calm gaze and you let out a long breath.

“So, what? You’re a killer nurse or something?” He asks you.

“I wasn’t always a nurse.” You spoke.

“Clearly,”

“She was a mercenary for hire.” Tae geom informs, handing Baek-jeong a file. You assume that was a portfolio of your work.

“Mercenary name: Terror.” Baek-jeong says, shifting through the pictures of your victims.

“You sure in the right line of work? I can use someone of your talents.” He suggested and you chose not to say anything.

But what you did notice was there was a man staring at you with a strained facial expression.

“Brother, I’m assuming.” You start, causing Baek-jeong and the rest of the team followed your gaze to the man.

“The look on your face tells me that you were very close with him. Closer than just a friend, so my guess is your brother. Don’t worry, he went quick.”

“You fucking bitch,” the man lunges towards you and you merely blink at him.

“You want a piece?”

“You don’t have your swords now,” he threatens.

“I don’t need my swords to put you down,” you state flatly.

Baek-jeong watches the interaction in amusement.

“The only thing between the two of you is air and opportunity,” he suggests.

You wasted no time before taking a step towards the man.

The man throws two hay maker hook punches, which you dodged and snuck an upper cut to his solar plexuses. He swung a straight punch and you side stepped to clench his right arm, throwing him to the ground. You both land on the ground and his arm was still trapped in your arm bar.

You flexed your arm upward, breaking his arm in the process. He yells out in pain as he strains against you. You pulled away from him, standing on your feet as he cradles his broken arm in his hand.

“Finish it,” Baek-jeong tells you, watching your facial expressions.

“Why?”

“He’s useless to me now. So finish it.”

You looked at him a moment, before looking back down at the man you just fought. Without a second thought, you kneeled down next to him and he pleads with you.

“Please don’t, I’m sorry.”

You didn’t say anything as your grips his head and snapped his neck with a faint crack.

You could feel your heart rate spiking but you had to make sure you were keeping appearances. What may be uncomfortable now sends a message to everyone else.

That was your best chance to make it back to Woojin in one piece. Which meant that you had to tuck the thought of Woojin in the back of your mind. You were in with the wolves now, you couldn’t afford to be a sheep.

“Can I take a shower now?”

**

You were held captive in Baek-jeong’s loft for five days. And each day, Woojin drove himself crazy looking for you. It was from that moment that he and Gunwoo understood that he had to beat Baek-jeong at his own game.

Of course Baek-jong wanted to rub it in so he had you as his corner medic. As soon as Woojin saw you, he attempted to walk over to you but you shook your head no.

You pressed your fingers to your template as a silent message to keep his head in the game; and he nodded to you.

By the time it was all said and done, Baek-jeong was supposedly assassinated. Which something in you told you that he wasn’t dead. But as long as he was far away from you and your family, you didn’t care where he was.

Mr. Moon drove you all back to Woojin and Gunwoo’s house. You left the car but hadn’t gone inside yet. Soyeon, Gunwoo and Mr. Moon went inside to give you and Woojin privacy.

“Are you okay?” He asked you, lifting his hand to hold your face.

You closed your eyes, leaning into his palm before you could catch yourself. Your gaze fell to his bandaged hand and you let out a shaky breath.

You felt like your head was spinning right now. You needed to ground yourself sooner rather than later.

“I.. can’t go inside, Woojin.” You said softly.

“Why not?”

You held onto his wrist, shaking your head with shame.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not in my right mind. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone,” he explains truthfully.

“Woojin,” you start and he looks at you with concern.

“I just need a few days,” you added, still holding onto his wrist.

“For how long?”

“Three days,”

He lets out a deep sigh, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

“I don’t think I can let you go,” he says, resting his forehead against yours.

“You’ll know where to find me,” you looked up at him and he clenched his jaw with restraint as he drops his hand from you.

“I’ll be over there in three days,” he tells you.

You pressed a kiss on his cheek before walking away from him. He holds the cheek you kissed, his chest hurt as he watched you walk away.

You stopped when you heard him say, “I hope you figure what you need to because I’m not letting you go once you’re in my arms again.”

You look over your shoulder to find him looking at you longingly. Woojin has proved to you from day one that chivalry isn’t dead and the yearning type of love is still alive. He yearns for you every single day and you’ve been together for a year at this point.

“I love you,” you breathed out and he sighs deeply.

“I love you more,”

You walked down the street to the nearest bus stop. Woojin watches you until you successfully made it to the bus stop and stepped onto the bus.

On the third day, Woojin showed up at your place early in the morning. As soon as you opened the door, he gathered you into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I missed you,” he said into your hair.

You wrapped your arms around his neck instinctively, blinking slowly as your invasive thoughts took over you.

“Woojin,” you started and he hummed in response, holding you in one arm as he closed and locked the door behind him.

“I lied to you. About who I was.”

His gaze settled on you, walking you into the living room to set you on the table.

“I know,” he says, smoothing a hand over your hair.

“You knew?”

“Detective Na created a file on you after she saw you with your swords,” he explained.

Your face felt hot at his words; you slipped off the table and ran a hand through your hair.

“So you know then. That I’m a bad person.” You said when you turned around.

“You’re not a bad person, Y/N.”

“Yes I am. I used to kill people for a living, Woojin. Tell me that doesn’t scare you.”

“I’m not scared. Because I know you. The now you. You wouldn’t become a nurse to help people if you were a bad person. You wouldn’t have given yourself up for us if you were a bad person.” He nears you but you turn to walk into the kitchen.

“You don’t have to lie to me,”

“I’m not,” he catches your hand before you had a chance to walk away.

“You can tell if someone’s lying by their heart beat, right? Here.” He places your right hand on his chest and rested the other on the side of his face.

You felt his heart beat steadily against your hand and his gaze softened when you bit your lip nervously.

“Look at me,” he says gently, waiting for you follow his word before adding, “Knowing about your past doesn’t change how I feel about you in the slightest. And I mean that.”

You fell silent for a moment, closing your eyes as you felt is heart beat against your hand.

“I feel so lost in my mind right now. Like I can’t connect with myself. I had to detach before, but I never needed a reason to reconnect. Now I do and I don’t know how to do it.” You spoke truthfully.

“I think you’re doing it right now,”

You opened your eyes at his words, he slowly leans in, his hands cupping your face as he kissed you warmly. Your hands held his arms to steady you, your eyes closed as he continued to kiss you.

You enjoyed that he always took his time with you. His lips moved slowly against yours, his thumb gently caressing your face. He pulls away from your lips, his gaze taking in every inch of your face.

“I thought I lost you. When I saw you walk out there, I was losing my mind.”

Tears pricked your eyes the longer he stared at you.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“You have nothing to apologize for. You sacrificed yourself for us. We don’t take that lightly. We owe you our lives.” He encourages, wiping a few tears away.

“If I could freeze one moment forever, it might be this one.”

“That’s what you say all the time,”

Tae geom was speeding down the highway after he saw your message.

“Tae geom, he won’t leave me leave.”

Your boyfriend must have took your phone away from you after that point because you didn’t respond to any of his texts or calls.

Tae geom always had a bad feeling about your boyfriend since he first met him at your birthday party. The way he looked at you was.. domineering. Like the light you brought to the room was perturbing him.

He remembered asking you if he made you happy. You told him that he did and that he made you laugh. He wasn’t completely convinced with your answer but he was your friend for a long time. He knew that you would tell him if anything was wrong. He was your first call and you were his.

Growing up with you made his childhood the brightest you could imagine. Every time he cried, you were there to cheer him up.

You were there for his first heart break in high school. He in turn grew protective over you. You were like a light at the end of his tunnel he couldn’t shake.

He knew he should have trusted his gut, but he didn’t want to come off overpowering. Because that would make Tae geom like him.

When he pulled up to your driveway, he threw the car in park and ran up to the front door. He bursted through the door when he heard your cries.

He followed your voice, “Please just let me go,” you pleaded.

“You think you can just up and leave me? After everything I did for you?”

Tae geom steps into room to find your now ex-boyfriend on top of you with your arms pinned by your head.

“Get off her,” Tae geom says as he pulls him off of you by the back of his neck. Your ex boyfriend fell flat on his back and Tae geom was on top of him in a matter of seconds. You sat up in the bed, gently cradling your throat in your hands.

Gripping his collar in his hands, Tae geom punched his face, breaking his nose on the first impact.

“You get off on hurting women, asshole?” Tae geom questions before punching him again. Blood seeped from your ex boyfriend’s nose and mouth that it nearly covered his entire face. But that didn’t stop Tae geom at all - he was just getting started.

“The hell were you thinking touching her,”

Tae geom stands up and drags him down the hall to the bathroom. Your eyes widened when you realized what Tae geom was going to do.

“Tae geom!” You called after him, using the walls for support. When you rushed into the bathroom, you saw your ex on the ground with his mouth wrapped around the edge of the bath tub. Tae goem stood behind him with his hands clenched into a fist.

You said his name softly and he peered over at you, the crease on his brow deepening when he got a closer look at you.

“Please don’t. You’ll go the jail.” You tell him and he steps over your boyfriend’s legs to stand in front of you, but he hesitates.

“Cover your ears and close your eyes,”

“Tae geom,” you start.

“I’m not going to kill him. I’m going to send a message. Do it.”

You hesitantly follow his instruction, closing your eyes tighter when you heard a muffled groan. Tae geom approaches you, gently touching your shoulders. Your eyes shot open and your gaze naturally falling behind him but he blocked your ex boyfriend from your line of view.

“Let’s go outside. I’ll pack you some clothes.” He opens his arms so you couldn’t look around him.

“Okay,” you said hesitantly.

You followed him outside, your eyes falling to the middle of his back. He walks down the stairs and you trailed after him until you reached his car. He opens the door for you, turning around to find you dissociating.

“Hey,” he starts, gently holding your arms again.

“Thank you for coming,” you stated, pressing your lips together in hopes of keeping your sobs at bay.

“I’ll always come for you, Y/N. You’re my best friend.” He explains. You found it hard to meet his gaze.

“How could I be that stupid?”

And that was all it took for you to break. Leaning into his chest, your body shook with each sob. He held you as you cried, cradling your head into his shoulder.

“Come on. Let’s go back to my place. You have some extra clothes there,” he suggests when he noticed you take a deep breath to gather yourself.

“Okay?”

You nodded in response, slipping into the car before he closes the door.

**

You were a sobbing mess the entirety of the day. The more you told him about what you experienced with your ex boyfriend, the impulse grew to go back to the house and finish the job. He genuinely thought about it. He already formulated three quarters of the plan.

He would locate him by pinging his phone. Considering Tae geom broke your boyfriend’s leg in three places, he’s probably in the ICU.

So Tae geom placed an alert so when your ex leaves the hospital, he would be notified. Then he would follow your ex-boyfriend to wherever he’s staying and ambush him as he enters the house.

He would inject anesthesia to knock him out before dragging his unconscious body into his own car and driving to a remote location-

“Tae geom?” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Hm?” He meets your teary gaze from across the living room.

Apparently he had been fantasizing about killing your ex for nearly ten minutes now. Wow, he’s been hanging around Baek-jeong too long.

“Are you okay? I know I’m a mess right now. I’m really trying to stop crying.” You spoke as you wiped away a few stray tears.

“No, you don’t need to force yourself to do anything. Give yourself time to process.”

You brought your legs up to fold them under you. He watches as you pondered about something, waiting for you to speak first.

“I haven’t felt unsafe once since meeting you. You rushed over to me without hesitation. I remember a few times where told me I was overreacting when I told him I felt unsafe. He left me alone more times than I can count,”

“That’s because he wasn’t a real man. Real men take care of and protect their women.” He states, his arms still crossed.

You were stuck on the word women. He didn’t say friend. He didn’t say girlfriend. Just women. You were curious what he meant by that, or if he meant anything at all.

“We should probably make dinner. What are you in the mood for?” Tae geom turns around to open his cabinets and you find yourself staring at his back again before looking away.

“Uh, pork belly sounds nice.”

“Then pork belly you shall get,”

**

This hasn’t been the first time you were stuck in a cycle of compromising thoughts. You’re unsure of where they came from, because this wasn’t the first time you’ve spent the night at Tae geom’s.

You know his place like the back of your hand. Your ex was deeply threatened that Tae geom was your best friend.

You lost count how many times he brought Tae geom up during arguments. But you didn’t falter a bit. You were never going to let a relationship get in the way of your friendship with him.

You hadn’t told Tae geom that he was the reason the argument escalated the way it did. Your ex said that Tae geom was pitiful and that he was following you around like a lost puppy all his life. To which you responded, “At least I can trust him to take care of me.”

Not ten minutes later, you went into the bathroom to send the text to Tae geom and your ex bursted in. He dragged you from the bathroom to your bedroom by your hair and that’s how this all started.

There have been times where you’ve seen Tae Geom in a different way, but you snapped yourself out of it because you didn’t want to ruin a decade long friendship.

But this time, there was something else that felt different. Something different about how you felt when he neared you. When he would brush past you or made any contact with you, you could feel your breath hitch.

You couldn’t figure out why two weeks with him is making you feel this way.

“Tae geom, I have a question.” you started after the two of you just got back from your morning run.

“What’s up?” He hands you a water bottled, waiting for you to drink yours before he did. You took a long sip, wiping your chin from the water droplets and he gulped down his drink in a few gulps.

“Have you ever.. saw me differently?” You asked slowly, your eyes holding his gaze. He freezes at your question, swallowing the remaining water that was in his mouth.

He doesn’t say anything at first. He sets down the water bottle and turns around to wipe the sweat from his eyes with his shirt. Maybe this was a bad time to ask him this question.

He just looks at your facial expressions to read what you may be thinking. Leaning against the counter top, he presses his hands into the cool tile.

“Y/N, I’ve always seen you differently.” He finally spoke, noticing a breath hitch in your throat.

“Since when?”

“Since we were kids. When I fell down and scraped my knee, and you put that strawberry bandaid on my cut.”

“Since third grade?”

“Yes, since third grade.”

You couldn’t believe how genuinely shocked you were. Everyone else but you could see it.

“Not what you expected to hear?” He questions, moving his hair from his forehead.

He recently grew his hair out into a taper cut look. You think that could have something to do with this.

“I didn’t know what to expect, honestly.”

“Did you- I mean- have you seen me differently?”

“I lost count how many times I had. I had to ignore it because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But there’s something different about this time where I can’t ignore it.”

You finally met his gaze and his chest heaves with shaky breathes.

“I think I have an idea why you can’t ignore it this time,”

“What do you think?”

“I think it’s starting to settle for you how dangerous your situation was. Had I been there two minutes later, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“I know,” you said, closing the gap between you slowly but surely.

“Hell, what if you didn’t send the text at all? What if I was sleeping when you had texted?”

“I know, Tae geom.”

“That’s what settled to me last week. That I almost lost you. Without ever saying what I truly felt. I guess that’s what you’re experiencing too.” He explains.

You were inches away from him at this point but he doesn’t move. He wanted you to set the pace on how things moved.

“Truth is, you mean the world to me. And I had always seen you as my other half. That’s why I made it my job to protect you, because I couldn’t trust any of your boyfriends to do the job as well as I could.”

“All of them found you as a threat. But Y/E/N felt the angriest about you. The reason why it escalated the way it did, was because I defended you against him.”

“What do you mean?”

“He called you pitiful. Saying that you were a lost puppy following me around. So I said at least I could trust you to take care of me. A few minutes later, he snapped and tried to choke me.” You said softly, your hand coming to your throat as you remembered it.

That’s when Tae geom made the connection that you defended him and it nearly costed you your life.

“Y/N, I am so sorry.” He tells you, shaking your head out of shame.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned up to press your lips to his. His hands remained on the counter, wanting to be respectful of you.

You pulled away from him, glancing at his face for a moment. His gaze fell to your lips then back up your eyes and you find yourself doing the same. You leaned in for another kiss, his lips moved slowly against yours as your hands rested on his chest.

He tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss, his heart pattering in his chest. You both jumped when your phone rang in your pocket. You checked to see one of your friends calling you.

You look to him and he nods.

“Hey, what’s up?” You answered, leaning back against the counter across from Tae geom.

“Hey, do you want to go to the club tonight?”

“Uh, I don’t.. know. I don’t have any clothes.”

“Just come over to my place. You can use one of my dresses.” She encourages.

“I’ll let you know, okay?”

“Sure. See ya.”

“Bye,”

When you turned back around, Tae geom was beelining to the bathroom.

“It doesn’t have to be awkward, you know.” Your words make him stop his movements, he turns around to face you.

“I don’t regret kissing you.”

His gaze darkens as he took deep breaths.

“Come back over here,” you stated softly.

He wasted no time closing the gap between you, cupping your face as he kissed you deeply.

**

Since that day you kissed him, Tae geom has kept his distance from you out of respect. He sleeps on the couch instead of on the floor next to you.

He sits across from you instead of directly next to you. He even goes as far placing a pillow between you when you’re watching a movie.

He’s spent so long thinking about this moment. He didn’t want to ruin anything by being too intense, too early.

That was, until you were out dancing with your friends. He tagged along and invited some of his friends too. His eyes were trained on you the entire night.

He watched as other guys looked at you with smiles on their faces if they wanted to approach you. You noticed and walked in the opposite direction.

By the end of the night, you sat directly next to Tae geom, holding his hand under the table.

You and Tae geom got home close to 2 AM. You left the bathroom in your night gown as you dried your hair from your shower.

Tae geom was reading a book on the couch when you came out. You noticed his jaw clench, but you knew it wasn’t from the book.

You called his name to get his attention and his gaze snapped to you.

“Did you feel like tonight was a little.. odd? Or was it just me?” You started, he setting the book down on the table.

“No, you’re right. It was a little odd. Are guys always like that around you?”

He holds your gaze, leaning back into the couch. You sighed as you dropped the towel on the arm rest.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“They’re always falling over themselves at the sight of you?”

“Yes, they do. I think it feels weird now because we’re a couple,” you said confidently, meeting his gaze again.

He tilts his head at your response.

“That feels so surreal to hear you say that,” he says with a sigh.

“So you were jealous,” you said with a smile, nearing the table until you were in front of him on the couch.

“I was. I’m not going to lie to you and say I wasn’t.”

“I hope I didn’t remind you of your exes. I apologize if I did.”

“You didn’t remind me of anyone. Being jealous is normal.” You lifted up your gown to straddle his waist, his gaze falling to your bare thighs now on display.

“Y/N,” he warns, keeping his hands by his sides.

“You’ve been respectful enough, Tae geom. You can touch me.” You suggested, pressing a kiss to his jawline.

The two of you haven’t left first base and you were starting to feel antsy.

“I don’t want to be too intense for you,”

“We can take our time, right?”

He ponders at your words for a second, his hands smoothing over the soft skin of your arms. He leans in to kiss down the nape of your neck, your hand finding the back of his head.

He moves his hands to cup your breasts through the thin fabric, moving his fingers until your nipples harden.

“Shit,” you breathed against him, his lips finding yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you shifted around in his lap and he holds your hips in place.

He tugs your night gown low enough to expose your breasts. Your back bows out when he took one of your nipples into his mouth. You moaned at the sensation, your hips moving naturally against him.

You shifted your hips up to pull your gown up over your head. His hands travel from your arms down to your waist, lifting his hips up until your breast were nearly smothering his face.

You’re realizing now that agreeing to club was the best decision you could have made.

~ Fin ~

Baek-jeong ignores your fifth sigh in the past hour. He has been on work mode ever since he lost one of his big shareholders to not taking a deal.

They wanted him to lose to a younger opponent so they could be the face of the IKFC. Baek-jeong gladly told him to fuck himself and now he had to make up 300,000 that the shareholders pulled out before he left.

So Baek-jeong needed to get back into the market. And that’s been his focus for the past two weeks. The only time he was with you was when he got ready for bed. You were starting to miss him.

You walked into the living room and Baek-jeong didn’t bother looking up. He was typing on his computer and you crossed your arms as you waited for him to look up at you.

“Baek-jeong,” you start, and he hums in response.

“I want to watch a movie,”

“We can watch one this weekend,”

“That’s what you said yesterday,” you pouted, making your way over to him.

“Y/N, I’m trying to focus.” He tells you, shrugging off your hand from his shoulder.

That was the final straw for you. You were tired of being dismissed and ignored the man who claimed that you were his entire world.

And now you were left guessing what you did wrong or if he simply wasn’t interested in the relationship anymore.

“Okay,” was all you said before turning back around to advance to the bedroom.

He glanced over at you walking away before he continued typing at his computer. A few moments later, you came out with a weekender bag slung over your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m heading out right now.” You spoke over the phone, walking toward the front door and sliding on your shoes before leaving.

You locked the door behind you and Baek-jeong’s fingers slow on his keyboard. He knew that something was wrong. And judging by how hot his face felt, it was probably him.

He leans back into the couch, rubbing his hands over his face. His left eye twitched annoyingly and he let out a deep breath.

“Fuck,” he breathes into his hands.

Baek-jeong’s indication was right. You didn’t show up back home when you left earlier, and you weren’t picking up the phone. You must have turned your phone off because his calls went straight to voicemail and his texts wouldn’t send. You were completely off the grid.

One night turned into three days. Baek-jeong was about to go on a rampage if he couldn’t find where you went. Did something happen? Were you hurt? Did someone take your phone?

Baek-jeong had an IKFC fight that Friday night, and his head wasn’t in the game at all.

“Still no word from her?” Tae geom asks, sitting on the bench across from Baek-jong who was wrapping his knuckles.

“I swear, if something happens to my woman, I’m going to start snapping necks.” Baek-jeong boldly states, tucking the end strap under the velcro before standing from the bed.

“Just.. don’t snap his neck.” Tae geom mediates, cocking his head toward the door.

“I can’t make any promises,” Baek-jeong states as he walks out of the door and into the ring.

**

By day seven, Baek-jeong took to the streets. He had his people searching on every street in Gangnam to look for you while he went to every coffee spot and restaurant that you frequented.

The sun was starting to set but he didn’t stop looking, so he didn’t expect his team to stop looking either.

Baek-jeong crossed the street and looped back around to start searching the next street when he saw you sitting at a table with your friends. You sat at the head of the table, wearing a black backless dress.

Your hair was straightened, smoothly laying down your back. You played with Baek-jeong’s promise ring on your finger as you listened to your friend, Lara, talking about her date gone wrong.

Baek-jeong released a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he saw you laugh. Your laughter seemed to have a similar effect on someone else because a man had came up to you with a drink in his hand.

The smile slowly fell from your face and you sat back in your seat. The man attempted to touch your hand and you pulled away to rest your hands in your lap.

Baek-jeong walked into the restaurant and made his way over to you when he heard the man say, “Where’s your boyfriend then?”

“I’m right here.” Baek-jeong states, stepping in front you until his back faced you.

“Oh shit,” Lara says; she was practically saying what you were thinking. You looked at Baek-jeong’s shoulder blades which looked tense.

“What, you think you’re scary because you’re big?”

“No, I’m scary because I’ll kill you.” Baek-jeong states, taking a step towards the man.

“Did you just threaten me?”

“Not a threat, it’s a promise.”

That’s when you stood from your chair and got between the two men.

“Okay, let’s not escalate this.” You mediated, placing your ringed hand on Baek-jeong’s chest. You turned to face the man to say,

“You. Fuck off somewhere else. I already told you I have a boyfriend. He’s here now. So why are you still talking right now?”

“You have a smart mouth on you, huh? Maybe I should teach you some manners.” He points at you and you twisted his hand, digging your thumb into a pressure point.

He groans as pain shoots up his forearm and you continued to twist until he fell to his knees.

“Don’t. Test. Me.” You enunciate, holding the pressure point for a few more seconds before letting go.

“Consider that a mercy compared to what I would do to your sorry ass.” Baek-jeong tells the man as he hesitantly stands up from the floor. Once the man left, Baek-jeong’s gaze finally settled on you as you turned around to face him.

He was at least a foot and a half taller than you. But it was very visible that he was at your beck and call.

Lara and Sharon look between you and Baek-jeong with a smile on their faces. They knew that Baek-jeong would find you, it was just a matter of time. And while they don’t like how zero to hundred Baek-jeong could get, they also knew that he didn’t play about you and your safety.

If they were in danger, he knew that you would also be in danger because you would help your friends through anything. So he had to make sure your friends were good too.

You met his gaze and he visibly relaxes, letting out a long breath. Your friends went back to their conversation to give you and Baek-jeong some privacy.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, sitting back down in your seat. Baek-jeong follows your every move.

“I’m here to take you home,”

“Is that right? You dismissed me for two weeks so I left. I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine,”

“I didn’t mean to dismiss you. I was a dick and I’m sorry,” he starts and you crossed your legs as you waited for him to continue.

“I was a hot head,” he starts but you quirked a brow.

“Okay, I am a hot head. And it cost me a shareholder. I didn’t want to be put in a position where I couldn’t provide for you. This is something I still want. That hasn’t changed. ” He takes your hand into his, smoothing his thumb over your promise ring.

“What makes you think that you would lose me? Safety matters to me more than money.” You explained.

“I didn’t want to take that risk,”

You looked at each other in silence again. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. And even though you had your phone turned off, he still found you. You could respect his dedication.

“Come home, mama.” He tells you softly, taking your other hand into his hand.

You sighed at the nickname, knowing that he had you back into his grasp. He smiled at you and you sighed again, looking away to hide your smile.

“Okay. I still need to pick up my bag from Lara’s.” You pulled away from his hands to slide off the chair.

He took your jacket from the back of your chair and opened it up for you to slide your arms in. “We can pick that up tomorrow.” He says, swinging your purse over his shoulder.

“I’ll talk to you guys later,” you blew your friends a kiss and they waved at you with a knowing smile on their faces.

You were probably going to call them tomorrow with all the details of what Baek-jeong had in store for you when you got home.

He lets you take lead on your way out of the bar, staring down the same guy from before.

You grabbed hand to lead him outside before he had a chance to say anything.

“Where did you park?” You asked.

“A few blocks over,” he motions his head over to the right.

“I don’t mind the walk.” You took a step towards the stop light at the end of the walkway when Baek-jeong cut in front of you.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a ride,”

He kneels down low enough for you to jump on his back. You chuckled at his antics and he looks over his shoulder at you, waiting for you to hop on.

You rested on his back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He holds your legs up when he stands up and strolls down the street with you on his back.

Close to fifteen minutes later, Baek-jeong arrived at his jet black Audi Q7. His phone rings just as he set you down.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, you guys can stop looking now. I found her.”

“Is she alright?” Tae geom asks over the phone.

“She’s safe. She was just with her friends.” Baek-jeong explains.

“Okay, I’ll let the others know. Bye.“

“Bye.”

Baek-jeong ends the phone call and unlocks the car. He opens the car door and you move to side inside when he reached for your chin.

You turned to look and he pressed a warm kiss on your lips. You hummed into the kiss and he turned so your back was against the car.

He holds your face in his hands as he deepens the kiss. A wave of warmth rolled through you when your hands traveled down his neck and to his arms. By the time he pulled away, goosebumps were littering your skin as arousal surged through you.

“What was that for?” You asked him breathlessly.

“For not allowing him to touch you,” he answers.

“Why would any man like that touch me?” You asked him, looking at him quizzically.

He answers your question with another kiss; the kiss felt slower this time. You took his jacket into your hands as you whimpered into the kiss.

He pulls away again, resting his forehead on yours. His lips brushed yours but he hesitates. “Let’s get home before I get us into trouble,”

“I’m not afraid of trouble,” you said against his lips and he chuckles.

“You’re a terrible influence,” he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you.

“Get in,” he says softly and you complied. He closes your door before rounding the front of the car and sliding into the drivers seat.

**

You walked back into the loft you two shared, smiling at the jasmine plug in scent you picked out when you first moved in. You enjoyed the quiet at the loft. You hadn’t realized how much you missed it until now.

You unbuckled your heels before sliding them off. Baek-jeong pulled off his own jacket before taking off yours to return them in the closet in your bedroom.

As you waited, you opened the fridge and reached in to get a bottle of water when you felt a pair of warm hands hold your hips.

You gasped when he pulled your back against his chest, his lips traveled down your neck. He sucks a bruise at the side of your neck. You turned around in his arms and he lifted you onto the kitchen counter.

“Why did I see a pillow and a blanket on the couch?” You asked him when he stands between your legs.

“It didn’t feel right to sleep in bed without you.”

He tells you, smoothing his hands over your arms when you wrapped them around his neck.

“You must really missed me, huh?”

“You have no idea,” he captures your lips in a slow kiss as he makes work of taking off your panties.

You shifted your hips forward to pull your dress up for easy access. He kisses down your chest, his hands guiding you down on your back. You winced at the cold countertop pressing into your warm skin.

He brings your dress up higher and settled between your legs, lapping at your folds like a man starved. Your hands scramble for anything you ground yourself, attempting to slide away from him but he holds you in place.

“Baeki,” you moaned out, your back arching off the counter.

He takes your clit into his mouth, progressively sucking harder until you were mewling.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, pushing at his arms to let you go as your orgasm quickly builds in your stomach.

“Stop moving so much,” he tells you, watching your chest heave as you caught your breath.

“Sorry,” you breathed, letting out a squeak when he roughly pulls you closer to the edge of counter before going back down.

He gathers your slick on his fingers, you moaned when your walls stretched around his fingers.

He curls his fingers at the same pace he kitten licks your clit. You gently rolled your hips, your body jolted when his fingers thrum over a sensitive spot inside of you.

“Fuck, I’m close.”

He continued his movements until he felt your legs stiffen around him. Your body convulses on the counter and you whined at the overstimulation. He rides it out, lapping at your juices until your body relaxed in his arms.

“Fuck,” you said breathlessly, sitting up and he takes you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck again, moaning at you taste on his lips.

Your lips moved in sync as he neared the bedroom. He lays you down on your back, pulling away to take off his tank top.

Your nails scratch down his back like the feral woman you are, causing him to groan. You kissed down his neck as he unbuckles his jeans.

He gathers you in his arms and rolls over on his back, leaving you sitting on his lap. His hands find your bare hips when you tugged your dress over your head.

His grip tightens on you when you rolled your hips against his hard on. “Wait,” he tells you, causing you to slow your movements.

He sits up and pushes you on your back. You propped your legs up when slides between your legs again, shifting down until he was leveled with your pussy.

“Baeki, I can’t take another one,” you pleaded with him.

He settled between your legs, pushing one of your legs so it was extended over his shoulder. You sighed when he sends a painfully slow lick to your clit.

“Yes you can, baby girl. Just sit back and enjoy the view,” he points up to the mirror tiles directly above you, where you could see how spread out you were while he ate you out.

Your hands fell to the back of his head, your legs trembling from the overstimulation of your first orgasm. He followed you when you attempted to turn away from him.

You looked forward to lazy Sundays with Tae geom every week. It normally starts with slow morning sex before taking a shower together. He would pull away to make you breakfast in bed while you got the face masks ready.

You rarely argued anymore. The main reason for your fights were from how much time he spent at work instead of spending time with you or coming home all bruised up from fighting.

He heard where you were coming from. So he spends all day with you on Sunday and takes you out for dinner on Tuesdays. He made an effort to see you and keep you in the loop with what’s been going on. So you can’t really complain about much anymore.

It felt odd at first, like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it never did. You were very happy with this routine. That was, until you got a text from one of your friends.

Sarang: You should try this trend with Tae geom.

**attachment**

You clicked on the Tik Tok thumb nail to see a man in uniform cooking something in the kitchen and his wife asking him if he wished he were athletic.

The questions then shifted to if he were taller or had a better job. Basically any rage bait question you can think of. You watched the entirety of the video until the end where the man laughs to himself before walking towards his wife.

Shifting back to your text thread, you texted. “The amount of trouble I would be in is insurmountable.”

“You only live once. *kiss emoji*

You peeked your head into the doorway to see Tae g eom taking some rice out of the rice cooker and placing in a bowl. His tall, shirtless body made it even more intimidating to ask him those questions.

Now that you think about it, you haven’t been bratty in quite some time. That could be one of the reasons why you felt like the other shoe was going to drop.

You slid off the bed wearing Tae geom’s boxers and his t-shirt, which you were practically swimming in. He heard your footstep padding down the hallway and turned to look at you.

“Hey baby,” he greets, leaning down to give you a quick peck as you approach him.

“Hey, so I had a question.” You said as you sat down at the island countertop.

“Sure, what’s up?”

Your mouth felt dry as the question swirled around in your head. You could feel your heart rate pick up in anticipation.

He turns around again when he notices your silence.

“Is something wrong?”

He sets down the wooden spoon he was using and turns off the stove before facing you completely.

Oh God.

“Do you ever..” you trailed off as he looks at you quizzically.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you covered your eyes, cautiously stepping off the chair to run back into the bedroom out of embarrassment.

“Y/N, you’re starting to worry me.”

“I.. wanted to ask if you wished you were athletic,” you finally uttered, dropping your hand from your face.

God, why did that feel like pulling teeth?

“Wished I was athletic? What do you mean?”

“You know, like do you were you were taller and more athletic for your job?”

“Y/N, I have no idea what you are..” he trails off when he saw the smile on your face.

“So you want to start something,” he retorts, causing your grin to expand.

“Not starting something. Just making an observation,”

“An observation, you say. Okay, and uh, just how much taller would you want me to be? Like slender man?”

“I mean, at least slender man is scary.” You egged on and he clicks his tongue.

“So you think I look like a punk,”

“Your words, not mine.”

He holds your gaze a moment, shaking his head before turning back around to the stove.

“I’m blaming your little attitude on the fact that you’re hungry.” He dismissed, but you could help the rush of adrenaline that took control over your body.

“So you admit it then huh? Maybe you should take some lessons from Baek-jong.”

And that’s when he froze.

“I should start taking lessons?”

Your chest heaves when he doesn’t turn around just yet. He simply puts down the spoon and pressed his hands into the counter.

“You get a five second head start,” he says. Although he spoke softly, your ears were attuned to his words. He turns around to face you, watching as you took a slow step back.

“No? Okay.”

Before you could even blink, he crossed the kitchen and appeared in front of you.

“Tae geom,” you start, yelping when he throws you over his shoulder as he advances towards the bedroom.

“Relaxing is never enough for you, is it?” He drops you on the bed and stands at the foot of the bed.

You watched as he lifted on of the post covers on the thick pillar of the bed frame. He pulled out a black nylon rope that was bolted on the bed frame.

“Strip,” he tells you, moving onto to the other pillars until there was a rope for each limb. You complied, taking off his shirt and boxers until you were bare on the bed. He takes your ankle and tightens one of the ropes around it until he felt snug.

Once he was satisfied that you wouldn’t escape, he stands up from the bed and reaches into the night stand to take out your vibrator.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you tugged against the restraints and he shushes you.

“Actions have consequences,” he kneels in between your legs which were already shaking in anticipation. He smooths the silicone tip over your folds before clicking on the moderate setting.