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π stray kids "roles" if they were your boyfriend(s). like, "the kind one", "the caring one".
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"the protector one"β βΉβ bangchan
i think of chan a lot as a protective boyfriend, the one who is afraid of losing you. it's not something that borders on possessive, he just loves you too much. chris would be that boyfriend that you have a deal with, always talking about where you go, when you'll be back, and things like that. just to avoid unnecessary worries. i also imagine him as someone who, if he saw someone hurting you, or even on the internet through hate, he would definitely start a fight.
"the quiet one"β βΉβ lee know
most people think of minho as a quiet and cold person, but i don't think he's cold. he just has trouble showing it, words of affection aren't his thing. he would probably find comfort in cuddling on the couch, or watching you play with his cats. it's very comforting to see that the things you love work in harmony, everything with him is very calm, really. lee know could try to learn hobbies from you too, he would do anything to support you.
"the friendly one"β βΉβ changbin
BINNIE!!!! well, i have MANY thoughts about him, but i'll try to summarize. for me, he is the friendly boyfriend, who would always be willing to do anything for you. he would want to meet family, friends, everything that makes you happy. at work, bin would spend a lot of time thinking about you... i guarantee it. it's almost like a distraction. he may be big, go to the gym and everything, but with you he is so small. the type who will obey you and would like a lot of affection in the relationship. he could share his workouts with you too, but it would just be another excuse to be together.
"the artist one"β βΉβ hyunjin
bruh. that's SO obvious. hyunjin would be that boyfriend who would want to paint you. not just on the screen, but actually putting the paint on your body can be a really fun experience. i imagine him as something similar to lee know: a calmer, softer relationship. hyun would definitely love to share headphones with you, or listen to the music on the speaker, dance around the house, like a newlywed couple in the prime of love. he also really likes going out, his main outings would be parks, beaches, things connected with nature. i think hyunjin would be that son-in-law that your mother is proud of.
"the bipolar one"β βΉβ han jisung
jisung would be the one you NEVER know what to expect from. one day he may be completely affectionate, but the next day he may be stressed or not want contact. this is largely due to his work as an idol as well, but i feel like it's part of his personality as we see it on stage. despite that, i believe that han would be a good boyfriend, the one you can always count on, he would do anything for you (jisung-pre debut makes me think he would get into fights over you. A LOT).
"the provocateur one"β βΉβ felix
people tend to see felix as mostly a cute guy, but i imagine that in a relationship he would actually be quite provocative. like, he has that whole deep voice, he might try to whisper some words in your ear, or a pet name that he knows you love. all my hcs for felix are like this, he is really a first class provocateur. i also think he could be a guy who has calmer relationships, who follows the "step by step" process of dating, and then gets married in a ceremony after a few years. It would be a quiet relationship, but with good reasons, you know? It would never be something boring or too monotonous.
"the cold one"β βΉβ seungmin
this is common actually. to think of seungmin as cold. but i don't think he is THAT COLD. he may just have difficulty showing affection, whether through touch or words. but of course, at certain moments in your relationship, he will be a loving and vulnerable boyfriend. it's like lee know, actually, but a little more complicated, more difficult. for you two to date, he would need to trust you A LOT, like A LOT. i believe seung would also like to go on outdoor trips and spoil you a little, buying you all kinds of gifts.
"the hot one"β βΉβ jeongin
i think the stays were so busy labeling i.n as the "cute, adorable" member, precisely because he is the maknae, that they didn't notice how HOT this man is. so in a relationship, i think he would prioritize this naughty, almost provocative pose like felix, but jeongin would have a little more attitude. LOTS of touching, he likes to show affection like this: hands on your thigh (maybe innocently), hugs on your waist, longer kisses and things like that, he's almost a "needy one".
Seyeon it's aΒ papa'sΒ girl. She took the Jisung's cheeks, and her mother's eyes, the kindness of her father but the attitude of her mom. She always tell when she doesn't want something.
"I don't like the zoo!" Jisung sigh, at the yet another attempt to take her daughter to the big gate of the zoo, the colours of the funny animals all over the signs, making every kids gasp in happiness. On the other hand, SeyeonΒ hatesΒ the zoo.
"why sweet cheeks? you were so happy to come here with daddy," Jisung knee down in front of her little girl, both of them pouting softly, both of them don't want to hurt the other. "it reminds me of mommy, I wanna go with mommy!β
After the separation of the two parents the situation always been really hard, Seyeon never wanted to stay with Jisung for more than two days, she doesnβt like the small bit luxurious apartment that jisung as in Seoul, she loves Momβs house right in front of the ocean Incheon. She doesnβt like the fact that her father as a cat, the mother as a dog. She doesnβt like going around with her daddy in his studio because she canβt play, she loves passing time with her mom in her painting room. They are just in two different worlds.
Thatβs why it never worked out. Jisung been always busy with his career as the most successful kpop artist in his group, when he met the mother in Japan, he thought right the way that she was the one. For years they kept the relationship private, for the amount of fanbase that Jisung was having, was making the girl uncomfortable. But they end up married. A beautiful marriage that everyone was loving, the parents accepted and the fans not totally supportive. As soon as Seyeon born, he knows something between him and her wife was breaking apart.
They started with a separation, living in two different places, and then the divorce was imminent. Seyeon at the age of five years old saw her father just twice a month, but after jisung retired from the band to start his career as a producer, he wanted to pass more time with her daughter.
Thatβs why they are at the zoo, because jisung remember that when she wasΒ threeΒ the zoo was her favourite place ever. βsweet cheeks, itβs.. just me and you today. a seyeonnie and daddy day!β He try to cheers up the little girl, making her pout just growing, but she start to walk. At the end, sheβs still a papaβs girl. And she doesn't want him to report her bad attitude to her mother.
"what do you wanna see first, princess?" Seyeon mumble an answer, that jisung doesn't understand but her little hand guide his to the big spot for the lions. The man get lost in the moment, the beautiful creatures are playing around and he grabs his phone to take some pictures of it, just as a memory.
He let his daughter's hand for a second, "do you want to take a picture for mommy babygirl?"
Jisung turns to look at his side and he can't see his little girl, he's panicking at this point. He's shouting her name, trying to find her in every spot that the little girl could hide, he's so close to grab the phone and call the police when she hear her little laugh.
Her adorable laugh. He turns so quickly to get the dizziness from it, but he doesn't care, he totally lost his daughter in the zoo. When he lands his eyes on the girl she see her playing some hand-game with another woman, Seyeon it's laughing and giggling for the mistakes that they are making and you are holding her on your lap.
"Seyeon!" He calls her out as he start to get closer to them, with a speedy walk, he almost trip as you look up at him with a surprised look. "baby, I am so sorry." Copious tears dropping from his eyes, making his puffy cheeks turning red, he lift his daughter from your lap, hugging her tight. "daddy is so sorry sweet cheeks."
"don't worry daddy! I was with y/n! she's sooo nice!" The little girl squeak in a giggle, making jisung turn his head to you, an awkward smile on your face. "hi?"
You smile softly at Jisung's awkward greeting, your eyes meeting his as the moment hangs in the air. Seyeon clings to Jisung tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck while she keeps giggling, completely unfazed by the earlier scare.
βItβs okay, Daddy,β Seyeon murmurs, her small voice soothing him. βy/nie is nice. I had fun with her.β
Jisungβs breath hitches as he holds her close. βI shouldnβt have let go of your hand. I was so scared, baby.β His voice cracks slightly, the weight of the moment settling heavily on his chest.
You shift uncomfortably, unsure of how to navigate the situation. "Sheβs a really special little girl," you say softly, trying to keep the mood light. "And itβs not every day you get to see lions this close." Your words are genuine, but thereβs an unspoken tension between you and Jisung.
Seyeon glances between you both, her small fingers twirling a lock of Jisungβs hair absentmindedly. βDaddy, I like y/n,β she says matter-of-factly, her bright eyes shining with innocence. βShe paints really pretty pictures like mommy.β
Oh great, another artist, jisung thinks.
Jisung chuckles lightly, a soft smile pulling at his lips despite his earlier panic. βYouβre quite the little artist yourself, princess.β He presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head before turning to you again.Β βThank you for keeping her safe... and for being kind to her.β
You nod, feeling a bit more at ease despite the weight of the situation. βItβs nothing, really. Sheβs a sweet kid.β
Seyeon leans back, resting her head on Jisungβs shoulder, her little hand still firmly entwined with his. The moment feels fleeting, like something precious they donβt want to let go of too soon.
βWell, I should let you two get back to your day,β you say, stepping back slightly. βShe clearly enjoys her time with you..?β
"Jisung, I'm Han Jisung," he watches you carefully, his gaze softening. βWould you... like to join us for lunch? a little reward to kept safe my little girl.β
You hesitate for a second, the offer catching you off guard, but Seyeonβs excited nod makes the decision easier. βOkay. Just for lunch.β
Seyeon claps her hands together, excited once more. βYay! I love lunch with Daddy and y/nie!β
Jisung takes a deep breath, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of the table. βI never wanted to scare you, y/n,β he says softly. His voice is quieter now, more introspective. βYou didnβt have to come with us, butβ¦ Iβm glad you did.β
You smile softly, watching Seyeon as she drinks her juice, her little hands messy with excitement.Β βSheβs a bright little girl. It was hard to say no.β
Jisung chuckles quietly, his eyes lingering on his daughter. βShe gets that from her mother,β he says with a bittersweet smile. βAnd from meβ¦ the stubborn part.β
Seyeon giggles, her head tilting as she looks up at him. βDaddy, can we go to the park later?β
βWeβll see how youβre feeling,β Jisung replies with a wink. βYouβve had quite the adventure today already.β
Seyeon pout a little looking at you like you're in charge for this kind of things, "can you come too? please?" Jisung's eyes wide open, looking at you two before gasping a laugh, "baby I think y/n has her own things to do, don't you think?"
"What things daddy?" Her big doe eyes staring at his soul, he's always been bad at saying no to his daughter.
You watch them interact, their bond so natural, yet itβs clear thereβs a depth to Jisungβs love for Seyeon that runs deeper than mere words. Itβs the kind of love that only a parent can understandβprotective, tender, and sometimes fragile.
βYou donβt have to explain,β you say softly. βI understand what youβre trying to do. Being there for her. Youβre doing your best, even if itβs hard.β
Jisungβs gaze flickers to yours, holding for a moment longer than necessary. βItβs not just about being her dad. Itβs about being someone she can rely on, someone who wonβt let go, even when things get messy. Iβve failed her beforeβtoo often, honestly. But I want to get it right now.β
Seyeon reaches out, her tiny hand resting on his arm. βYouβre the best daddy, though.β
He laughs softly, brushing his fingers through her hair. βYouβre the best daughter.β
You take a sip of your drink, the atmosphere soft and unburdened. Seyeon seems to sense the moment, her energy mellowing as she quietly munches on a pastry.
Jisung finally shifts his gaze back to you, his smile fading slightly as he leans in a little closer. βI wanted to apologize for everythingβhow things ended between me and her mother, the times I wasnβt there for Seyeon the way I should have been. Itβs been a journey.β
You nod gently, your expression compassionate. βNo need to apologize. Life happens, and we all do the best we can with what we have. Youβve clearly tried.β
Seyeon suddenly pipes up, cutting through the quiet moment. βCan we get ice cream now?β
Jisungβs eyes sparkle as he glances at you. βIce cream sounds good, doesnβt it?β
You laugh softly, nodding. βIce cream is always a good idea.β
The ice cream stand is a lively hub of chatter and sweet aromas. Seyeon giggles as she holds her cone tightly, a swirl of pastel colors already melting down the sides and onto her small hands. Jisung grabs a handful of napkins, gently wiping her sticky fingers with a chuckle. You watch the scene with a warm smile, enjoying how natural and effortless their bond is despite the challenges Jisung hinted at earlier.
As the sun begins to set, casting a golden glow over the streets, Jisung glances over at you. βY/n, can I talk to you for a minute?β he asks softly, nodding toward a quieter corner near a park bench.
Seyeon is too engrossed in her ice cream to notice as you nod, following Jisung to the side. His expression is serious yet gentle, the kind of look that tells you heβs been mulling over something important.
βIβve been thinking about what you said earlier,β he starts, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. βAbout struggling to find work and trying to figure things out.β
You nod, slightly apprehensive about where this is going. βItβs been tough, yeah. But Iβll figure something out eventually.β
He looks down briefly, then back up at you, his dark eyes steady. βWhat if you didnβt have to figure it out alone? What if you gave being Seyeonβs nanny a try? Just for a day to start. See how it feels.β
The suggestion catches you off guard. βMe? Her nanny?β
Jisung nods, his expression hopeful but measured. βShe adores you already, also she basically asked you. I mean, itβs not like Iβve got a huge list of options, but even if I didβ¦Β I trust you. And clearly, Seyeon does too.β
You hesitate, unsure of how to respond. βJisung, I donβt knowβ¦Β Iβve never worked as a nanny before.β
He smiles softly, leaning back against the bench. βYou donβt have to be perfect. You just have to care, and you already do. Plus, Iβd be close by if you needed anything. My studioβs right in the area β also I would never leave you alone the first time with her only, she can be pretty pissed off the first time.β
You glance back at Seyeon, whoβs sitting on a nearby bench, happily licking her ice cream and humming a tune to herself. The sight of her carefree joy tugs at your heartstrings.
βShe does seem pretty attached already,β you admit with a small laugh. βBut are you sure? I mean, I donβt want to step into something thatβs too personalββ
βItβs not like that,β Jisung interrupts gently. βThis isnβt just about convenience. I see how you are with her. She lights up around you in a way that makes me think... maybe this could work.β
You chew on the inside of your cheek, weighing the idea. Itβs unconventional, sure, but the sincerity in Jisungβs voice is undeniable. And the truth is, you could use the job, even if itβs temporary.
βI guess I could try it for a day,β you finally say, your voice cautious but open. βSee how it goes.β
A relieved smile spreads across Jisungβs face. βThatβs all Iβm asking. If it doesnβt work out, no hard feelings. Butβ¦thank you, y/n. Really.β
Before you can reply, Seyeon bounces over, her ice cream cone now just a sticky napkin and a smile. βWhat are you guys talking about?β she asks, her big eyes darting between the two of you.
Jisung crouches down to her level, a playful grin on his face. βy/n might spend more time with us soon. Would you like that, princess?β
Seyeon gasps, her face lighting up like fireworks. βYes! Yes, yes, yes! Please, y/nie!β
You laugh, her enthusiasm infectious. βOkay, okay, calm down. Letβs try it out first and see if you donβt get tired of me.β
βNever!β Seyeon exclaims, throwing her arms around your legs in a tight hug.
Jisung straightens up, his smile softening. βGuess weβll figure out the details tomorrow? Her mother is out for a couple days and I have her in my apartment.β
βYeah,β you reply, ruffling Seyeonβs hair as she clings to you. βTomorrow.β
The three of you start walking again, the sun dipping below the horizon as the city lights flicker on. Itβs not the future you imagined for yourself, but maybeβjust maybeβitβs a step toward something brighter.
The next morning arrives faster than expected, and you find yourself standing outside Jisungβs apartment, clutching your bag nervously. The sleek, modern building looms above you, its pristine facade reflecting the pale morning light. You take a deep breath, adjusting your jacket as you summon the courage to ring the doorbell.
Within seconds, the door swings open, revealing Jisung, whoβs already dressed in casual yet stylish clothesβa hoodie layered under a lightweight jacket, paired with black joggers β you would never tell that heβs in his 30s. His signature round glasses sit on his nose, giving him a surprisingly approachable look despite his celebrity status.
βMorning,β he greets with a warm smile. βRight on time.β
βYeah,β you reply, forcing a small laugh. βDidnβt want to be late for myβ¦ trial run.β
Jisung chuckles, stepping aside to let you in. βCome on in. Seyeonβs been asking about you since she woke up.β
The apartment is as modern and stylish as youβd expectβminimalist furniture, neutral tones, and an impressive wall of windows that offer a panoramic view of Seoul. But despite the sleek design, there are signs of Seyeonβs presence everywhere, even if she doesnβt go there that often. A small table in the corner is covered in crayons and paper, her drawings pinned to the wall above it. A stuffed bunny sits on the couch, one of its ears slightly chewed on, and a trail of tiny sneakers leads toward her bedroom.
βSheβs in her room getting dressed,β Jisung explains, closing the door behind you. βItβs her version of a fashion show, soβ¦ good luck getting her out anytime soon.β
You laugh, already feeling some of your nerves dissipate. βSounds like a diva in the making.β
βShe gets it from her mom,β Jisung says with a fond smile, though thereβs a hint of sadness in his tone. Even if they are not together anymore he really loved her, things moved really slow in their relationship and after her he just had some casual hook ups around β nothing too deep. Heβs scared of getting too into a relationship with someone. He clears his throat quickly, motioning toward the kitchen. βWant some coffee? I was just making a pot.β
βSure, thanks,β you reply, following him into the open kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as Jisung pours two cups, sliding one across the counter to you.
As you sip your coffee, you decide to broach the subject thatβs been on your mind. βSoβ¦ how do you want this to go today? Any specific rules or routines I should know about?β
Jisung leans against the counter, his hands wrapped around his mug. βHonestly, just be yourself. Seyeonβs pretty easygoing once she warms up to someone, and she already seems to adore you. She loves arts and crafts, playing dress-up, and reading, so youβll probably spend a lot of time doing those things.β
You nod, making mental notes. βGot it. Anything I should avoid?β
He hesitates for a moment, his expression softening. βShe might bring up her mom. Itβs still a sensitive topic for her, so justβ¦ be patient if she does. I try not to push her too much, but sometimes she needs to talk about it.β
βOf course,β you say, your tone reassuring. βIβll be careful.β
Before Jisung can respond, a loud βTada!β echoes from the hallway, and Seyeon bursts into the room, twirling in a bright pink tutu over her striped pajamas. Her hair is an adorable mess, with a sparkly headband perched crookedly on top, a grey cat following behind her. The catβs meowing toward them and it jump on top of the iland of the kitchen, you pass the fingers through the furr.
βWhat do you think, y/n?β she asks, striking a dramatic pose. βAm I a princess?β
βYouβre the most fabulous princess Iβve ever seen,β you reply with a grin, the little girlβs laugh fill the room, at the excited sound the cat runs away making jisung lightly giggle β his pet friend still getting used by the presence of the loud daughter.
Seyeon beams, running over to grab your hand. βCome on! Letβs play dress-up!β
Jisung laughs as she drags you toward her room, her enthusiasm infectious. βIβll leave you two to it,β he says, shaking his head with amusement. βIβll be in the studio if you need me, just down the hallway.β
Youβre barely able to wave goodbye before Seyeon pulls you into her roomβa whirlwind of color and chaos. The walls are painted a soft lavender, and every surface is covered in toys, books, and more clothes than any five-year-old could possibly wear. She immediately begins pulling out tiaras, feather boas, and glittery shoes, chattering excitedly as she explains the βrulesβ of dress-up.
The morning passes in a blur of laughter and imagination. You and Seyeon transform into royalty, superheroes, and even pirates, complete with cardboard swords and eye patches. Her giggles are contagious, and for a while, you forget all about your nerves or the fact that this is technically a trial job.
When lunchtime rolls around, you head back to the kitchen, where Jisung is already preparing a simple meal of sandwiches and fruit. He glances up as you enter, his face lighting up at the sight of Seyeon riding on your back like a knight on a trusty steed.
βLooks like you two are having fun,β he says, setting the plates on the table.
βThe best fun ever!β Seyeon declares, sliding off your back and plopping into a chair.
You smile, taking a seat across from her. βSheβs got quite the imagination.β
Jisung watches the two of you with a thoughtful expression, his gaze lingering on how naturally you interact with his daughter. As you help Seyeon with her sandwich, he leans back in his chair, a small smile tugging at his lips.
βThanks for today,β he says quietly, meeting your eyes. βI know itβs just one day, butβ¦ I think this could really work.β
You glance at Seyeon, whoβs happily munching away, then back at Jisung. A sense of warmth fills your chest as you realize youβre starting to feel at home in this little corner of their world.
βYeah,β you reply softly. βI think it could too.β
After lunch, Seyeon insists on showing you her favorite books. She pulls you into the living room, climbing onto the plush couch with a stack of brightly colored storybooks in her arms. You settle in beside her as she excitedly flips through the pages, pointing out her favorite characters and scenes.
βThis oneβs about a bunny who gets lost but finds his way home,β she says, holding up a book with a soft pastel cover. βMommy reads it to me all the time.β
Her mention of her mother comes so naturally that it catches you off guard, but you remember Jisungβs advice to let Seyeon talk about it if she wants to. βIt sounds like a beautiful story,βΒ you say gently. βWould you like me to read it to you?β
Seyeon nods enthusiastically, scooting closer to you. As you read, she leans against your side, her small hand clutching your arm. By the time you finish the book, sheβs curled up next to you, her eyes drooping with sleep.
Jisung steps out of his studio, his footsteps soft on the hardwood floor. He pauses when he sees the two of you on the couch, a smile spreading across his face. βSheβs out, huh?β
βAlmost,β you whisper, glancing down at her. βShe had a big morning.β
He nods, walking over to lift her gently into his arms. She stirs slightly, mumbling something incoherent before settling against his shoulder. Jisung looks at you with a mix of gratitude and something elseβsomething warmer, deeper.
βYouβre a natural,β he says quietly as he carries Seyeon to her room.
You follow him to the hallway, leaning against the doorframe as he tucks her into bed. He moves with such care, brushing a strand of hair from her face and placing her stuffed bunny next to her. Watching him, you realize just how deeply he loves his daughter, how much heβs trying to give her the stability she needs.
When he steps back into the hallway, he closes Seyeonβs door with a soft click and turns to you. βThanks for being so patient with her,β he says. βSheβsβ¦ well, sheβs been through a lot. More than a five-year-old should.β
βSheβs a wonderful kid,β you reply honestly. βAnd she clearly adores you.β
Jisung leans against the wall, running a hand through his hair. βI just want to do right by her, you know? After the divorceβ¦ I donβt want her to feel like sheβs missing out on anything.β
You nod, understanding the weight of his words. βYouβre doing your best, Jisung. And it shows. Sheβs happy, and thatβs what matters.β
He looks at you, his gaze steady. βI meant what I said earlier. I think this could work. You and Seyeonβitβs like youβve known each other forever.β
A small smile tugs at your lips. βSheβs easy to love.β
Jisungβs eyes soften. βShe thinks the same about you.β
Thereβs a pause, a quiet moment where the weight of the conversation hangs in the air. Jisung seems to be considering something, his expression thoughtful.
βIf youβre willing,β he says after a moment, βIβd like to make this more than just a trial run. I know itβs only been a day, butβ¦ I feel like this is the right fit. For her, and for you.β
Your heart skips a beat at his sincerity. βAre you sure? I mean, itβs a big responsibility.β
βI know,β he replies, his voice firm yet kind. βAnd I wouldnβt ask if I didnβt think you could handle it. But more than thatβ¦ I trust you. And so does Seyeon.β
You take a deep breath, the weight of his words settling in your chest. Itβs not just a jobβitβs a chance to be part of something meaningful, to help this little family heal and grow.
βOkay,β you say finally, a small smile forming. βIβll do it.β
Jisungβs face lights up with relief and gratitude. βThank you, y/n. Really.β
Just then, Seyeonβs soft voice calls out from her room, breaking the moment. βDaddy? Y/n?β
Jisung chuckles, pushing off the wall. βLooks like someoneβs not quite asleep yet.β
You laugh, following him back to Seyeonβs room. As you step inside, you see her sitting up in bed, her bunny clutched tightly to her chest.
βDid you say yes, y/n?β she asks, her voice laced with sleepiness and hope.
You walk over to her, crouching down so youβre at eye level. βI did. Looks like youβre stuck with me.β
Seyeonβs face lights up, and she throws her arms around your neck. βYay! I love you, y/n.β
Your heart swells at her words, and you glance up at Jisung, whoβs watching with a soft smile. In that moment, you realize youβve found something you didnβt even know you were looking forβa place where you truly belong.
The days quickly settle into a new rhythm. The mornings when Seyeon is at his apartment, you arrive at Jisungβs apartment to find Seyeon waiting for you with excitement bubbling in her tiny frame. Her favorite game is to guess what youβre wearing before you come inβa little ritual she made upβand she squeals with delight when sheβs right.
βPink sweater today! I knew it!β she announces one morning, hopping from foot to foot as you step inside.
βYouβre getting too good at this,β you reply, laughing as you hang your bag by the door.
Jisung, already sipping his coffee at the kitchen counter, greets you with a relaxed smile. βSheβs been talking about you since she woke up.β
βItβs mutual,β you tease, giving him a mock-serious look. βSheβs got me wrapped around her little finger.β
Seyeon beams, running off to grab her crayons and sketchbook. While she sets up at the living room table, Jisung leans against the counter, his gaze warm but thoughtful.
βShe really does adore you,β he says softly. βIβve never seen her take to someone like this before.β
You shrug, a little flustered by his sincerity. βSheβs easy to love.β
βSo are you,β he replies without thinking, and the words hang in the air for a moment. His eyes widen slightly, as if he hadnβt meant to say it aloud, and he quickly turns back to his coffee. βI meanβuhβyouβre great with her. Thatβs all I meant.β
You chuckle, letting him off the hook. βRelax, Jisung. Iβll take the compliment.β
As the weeks pass, your bond with Seyeon grows stronger. You spend hours doing crafts, reading stories, and exploring the nearby parks. She introduces you to her favorite playground and insists on teaching you how to climb the jungle gym, which ends with her laughing hysterically as you awkwardly navigate the narrow bars.
One evening, as youβre helping Seyeon clean up her paints after an afternoon of finger painting, she pauses and looks up at you with her big, expressive eyes.
βY/n,β she says, her voice small and serious. βDo you think Mommy would like you?β
The question catches you off guard, and you glance over at Jisung, whoβs working at the kitchen table. Heβs heard her too, his posture stiffening slightly as he waits for your response.
You crouch down to Seyeonβs level, meeting her gaze. βI donβt know, sweetie,β you say honestly. βBut I hope so.β
Seyeon seems to think about this for a moment, then nods as if sheβs made up her mind. βI think she would. Youβre nice. And you make Daddy smile.β
Your breath catches at her words, and you glance at Jisung again. Heβs looking at you now, his expression unreadable but soft. Thereβs something unspoken in the way his gaze lingers, something that makes your heart race.
βThank you, Seyeon,β you whisper, giving her a gentle hug. βThat means a lot.β
Itβs a stormy afternoon, the kind where the rain drums against the windows in a steady rhythm, casting a gray haze over the city. Youβre busy tidying up Seyeonβs play area when you notice sheβs unusually quiet. Normally, sheβd be coloring or arranging her toys into elaborate scenes, but today, sheβs sitting on the couch, hugging her stuffed bunny with a somber expression.
βHey, sweetie,β you say gently, walking over to her. βWhatβs wrong? Youβve been so quiet today.β
Seyeon doesnβt answer right away. She shifts slightly, burying her face in her bunny. After a moment, she mumbles, βI want Mommy.β
The words hit you like a cold splash of water. Seyeon has mentioned missing her mom before is not a new, in these cases you would play a song for making her feel better or just asking her to do something to keep her mind away from the hard times when she is away from her mother - even for just a couple days like their divorce's papers mention. But this time, thereβs a weight to her voice that makes your chest ache.
βOf course you do,β you say, crouching down to her level. βItβs okay to miss her, Seyeon.β
She finally looks up at you, her big eyes glistening with unshed tears. βMommy and Daddy were yelling,β she says, her voice trembling. βI heard them on the phone. Mommy was crying. I donβt want to be here. I want to go home.β
You pause, your heart breaking for the little girl. It doesnβt take much to piece together what must have happenedβJisung and his ex-wife must have had an argument, and Seyeon overheard it. You donβt know the details, but itβs clear itβs left her feeling hurt and confused.
βIβm so sorry you heard that, sweetie,β you say softly. βThat must have been really hard.β
Seyeon nods, her lip trembling. βIt was scary. I donβt want Daddy to be mad at Mommy.β
You sit down beside her, giving her space but staying close enough that she knows youβre there. βSometimes grown-ups get upset with each other, and they say things they donβt mean,β you explain. βBut that doesnβt mean they donβt love you. Your mommy and daddy both love you so much, Seyeon. Thatβs the most important thing.β
βI still want Mommy,β she whispers, clutching her bunny tighter.
Youβre about to respond when Jisung walks in from the hallway. He must have heard part of the conversation because his expression is filled with a mix of guilt and concern. He kneels beside you and reaches out for Seyeon, but she shrinks away, clutching her bunny even tighter.
βSeyeonnie, baby,β Jisung says softly, his voice breaking slightly. βIβm so sorry you heard that. Daddy didnβt mean to make you upset.β
Seyeon shakes her head, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks. βYou were mean to Mommy! I donβt want to stay here! I want her!β
The words hit Jisung hard, and you can see the pain in his eyes. He glances at you, silently asking for help.
βSeyeon,β you say gently, shifting closer to her. βItβs okay to feel upset. But maybe we can talk about it together. Would you like to tell Daddy how youβre feeling?β
She sniffles, her tiny body trembling with emotion. βI donβt want to talk to Daddy,β she says quietly. Then, looking at you, she adds, βAnd I donβt want to talk to you either. I just want Mommy.β
The rejection stings, but you remind yourself that this isnβt about you. Itβs about Seyeon needing to process her feelings in her own way. It's a part of your current job: being able to tell when their feelings are real or just overwhelming by things around her.
Jisung sits back on his heels, running a hand through his hair. βSweetheart, Iβll call Mommy, and we can figure out a time for you to see her soon, okay? But right now, weβre here for you. Me and y/n both.β
Seyeon doesnβt respond, turning away and curling up on the couch. Jisung looks at you again, his expression helpless.
You stand up and gently place a hand on his arm. βLetβs give her a little space,β you whisper.
He nods reluctantly, and the two of you step into the kitchen. Once youβre out of earshot, Jisung leans against the counter, his shoulders slumping. βI messed up,β he mutters. βI never should have let her hear that.β
βItβs not your fault, Jisung,β you say quietly. βThese things happen. Sheβs just overwhelmed right now.β
He looks at you, his eyes filled with worry. βWhat do I do? She doesnβt even want to look at me.β
βGive her time,β you suggest. βLet her know youβre here when sheβs ready to talk. And maybe call her momβjust hearing her voice might help Seyeon feel better. She will swing around jisung don't worry.β
He nods, pulling out his phone. As he dials, you glance back at the living room. Seyeon is still curled up on the couch, her bunny held close, but something tells you sheβs listening.
A little later, after Jisung has arranged a call between Seyeon and her mom, you bring over a small plate of cookies and a glass of milk. You donβt say anything, just set it on the table near her and sit down in a chair a few feet away. Slowly, Seyeon uncurls, reaching for a cookie.
βIβm sorry,β she whispers after a few moments, her voice barely audible.
You smile softly, your heart aching with tenderness. βYou donβt have to be sorry, sweetie. Itβs okay to feel sad or mad. We all feel that way sometimes.β
Seyeon nods, nibbling on the cookie. Then, tentatively, she scoots closer to you. βWill you stay with me?β
βOf course,β you say, your voice steady and reassuring. βIβm not going anywhere.β
For now, thatβs enough. And as Seyeon leans her head against your arm, you glance over at Jisung, who gives you a small, grateful smile. Together, youβll help Seyeon through thisβone step at a time.
Itβs late evening when your phone buzzes with a message from Jisung. Youβre already home, curled up on your couch, replaying the events of the day in your mind. You studied all day for the upcoming exams, all day in that for walls of your apartment.
Jisung:Β Hey, are you free tonight? Could you come over? Seyeonβs not here, butβ¦ Iβd really like to talk.
You stare at the message for a moment, your heart skipping a beat. Itβs unusual for him to ask for your company when Seyeon isnβt around. That makes you slightly nervous but after a moment of hesitation, you reply.
You:Β Sure. Iβll be there in 20.
You: should I be worried?
You chew your nail lightly, three dots moving on the screen as you start to get really agitated about what could actually mean. Does he want to end up things? does he think it's not necessary for him to have a nanny?
Jisung: silly, no, just wanna talk :)
When you arrive at Jisungβs apartment, he greets you at the door, his expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. Heβs dressed casually in a hoodie and sweatpants, his hair slightly disheveled, and you can tell immediately that heβs been overthinking.
βThanks for coming,β he says softly, stepping aside to let you in.
βOf course,β you reply, setting your bag down by the door. βHowβs Seyeon?β
βSheβs with her mom this week, as usual,β he explains, leading you to the couch. βI thought it might be better for her to spend some time there, especially after what happened last Sunday. But she's coming tomorrow morning so, you come to work like always.β
You nod, sitting down beside him. βThat makes sense. How are you holding up?β
He exhales heavily, running a hand through his hair. βHonestly? Not great. I feel like I let her down. She heard things she shouldnβt have, and now she doesnβt even want to be around me.β
βSheβs a little girl, Jisung,β you say gently. βSheβs still figuring out how to handle her emotions. It's not easy to be a parent and it doesnβt mean she doesnβt love you.β
He looks at you, his eyes filled with vulnerability. βI know youβre right, but itβs hard not to feel like Iβm failing her. I justβ¦ I donβt know what Iβm doing half the time.β
You place a reassuring hand on his arm. βNo parent has it all figured out. The fact that you care so much about her shows what a great dad you are. And she knows that, even if sheβs upset right now.β
Jisung leans back against the couch, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. βIβve been thinking about that dayβabout how you handled everything. You were so patient with her, even when she pushed you away. Youβre amazing with her, y/n.β
You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks at his words. βI just want whatβs best for her. Sheβs a wonderful kid.β
He turns his head to look at you, his expression soft. βYouβre wonderful too. I donβt know what I wouldβve done today without you. Since the day we met at the zoo, everything with you seems to.. find the right place.β
Thereβs a long pause, the weight of his words settling between you. Finally, he sits up straighter, his brow furrowed in thought.
βY/n, I didnβt ask you over just to vent,β he admits, his voice quieter now. βIβve been thinkingβ¦ Seyeonβs been through so much with the divorce, and I know I canβt fix everything for her. But having you aroundβitβs made such a difference. For her and for me.β
You blink, caught off guard by the intensity in his gaze. βJisungβ¦β
βI donβt just mean as her nanny,β he continues quickly, his words tumbling out. βI meanβ¦ as someone I can rely on. Someone whoβs already become such an important part of our lives. I donβt want to cross any boundaries or make things weird, butββ
βYouβre not,β you interrupt gently, placing a hand on his knee to calm his rambling. βI understand what youβre trying to say.β
His shoulders relax slightly, but his eyes remain fixed on yours. βI guess what Iβm trying to say is that youβre more than just Seyeonβs nanny to me. And I donβt know where this could go, but Iβd like to find out. If youβre willing.β
The room feels suddenly smaller, the air charged with unspoken possibilities. You take a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest, his eyes so big and soft makes you shivers.
βI care about you too, Jisung,β you admit softly. βAnd I care about Seyeon. I want to be here for both of you, butβ¦ we need to be careful. For her sake.β
He nods, his expression thoughtful. βI agree. She comes first, always. But I donβt want to let thisβwhatever this isβslip away.β
βLetβs take it one step at a time,β you say gently.
Jisung nods, relief and hope flickering in his eyes. βOne step at a time,β he agrees.
The next morning, you arrive at Jisungβs apartment right on time, ready to start your day with Seyeon. As you step inside, youβre greeted by the familiar hum of activityβthe soft sound of music playing from the speakers, the faint smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen, and Seyeonβs little voice drifting from her play area.
Sheβs sitting on the floor in her pajamas, surrounded by an army of stuffed animals. When she spots you, her face lights up in a way that makes your heart swell.
βy/n!β she exclaims, running over to you with her bunny clutched in one hand. βLook! I made a picnic for my friends!β
You crouch down to her level, admiring the intricate arrangement of plates, cups, and plastic food. βThis looks amazing, Seyeon! Did you set this all up by yourself?β
She nods proudly, her curls bouncing. βUh-huh! But youβre late, so we already ate the sandwiches.β
You gasp playfully. βOh no! I missed the sandwiches? What am I going to eat now?β
Seyeon giggles, pulling you by the hand to sit down with her. βYou can have dessert! We have cake and cookies.β
Jisung walks in at that moment, a mug of coffee in his hand. He leans against the doorway, watching the two of you with a soft smile. βLooks like youβve been invited to the fanciest picnic in town,β he teases.
A blush spread on your face, remembering about the conversation that you had with Jisung the night before, βOnly the best for me,β you reply with a grin, pretending to nibble on an invisible cookie. Seyeon bursts into another fit of giggles, clearly delighted by the attention.
The morning passes in a blur of laughter and playtime. You and Seyeon build a towering castle out of blocks, only for her to gleefully knock it down moments later. She insists on showing you her latest drawings, and you listen intently as she explains the story behind each one.
But itβs during her naptime that the moment when jisung is casually off work on his productions session.. After reading her favourite bedtime story, you tuck her in, smoothing the blanket over her small frame. Her eyes are heavy with sleep, but just as youβre about to leave, she reaches out and grabs your hand.
βy/n?β she whispers, her voice small and drowsy.
βYes, sweetie?β
She hesitates for a moment before speaking. βDo you think Daddy loves Mommy still?β
The question catches you off guard, and for a moment, youβre at a loss for words. You kneel down beside her bed, meeting her wide, searching eyes.
βI think your daddy loves you more than anything in the whole world,β you say gently. βAnd sometimes, grown-ups love each other in different ways. But no matter what, he and your mommy will always work together to make sure youβre happy and loved.β
She seems to mull over your words, her eyelids fluttering as sleep begins to take over. βDo you love Daddy?β she mumbles, her words slurring slightly.
Your breath catches in your throat. βI think your daddy is a very special person,β you say carefully. βAnd Iβm really happy I get to spend time with you and him.β
Seyeon hums in acknowledgment, her grip on your hand loosening as she finally drifts off. You sit there for a moment longer, brushing a stray curl from her forehead before quietly slipping out of the room. The realisation hits hard, she asked you a question that really makes you in difficulty, your hands are lightly sweaty after the careful words that you let hanging in her room.
You walk out closing the door behind you, as youβre cleaning up in the living room, Jisung comes in from his studio. Heβs wearing his headphones around his neck and looks a little more relaxed than he did yesterday.
βSheβs asleep?β he asks, leaning against the couch.
βOut like a light,β you reply with a smile. βShe was so busy today, she didnβt stand a chance.β
Jisung chuckles, his eyes softening. βThank you for being so patient with her. I know she can be a handful sometimes.β
βSheβs a sweetheart,β you say, brushing off his praise. βAnd she adores you, Jisung. Youβre doing a great job, even if it doesnβt always feel like it.β
Thereβs a pause, the air between you warm and comfortable. Jisung sits down beside you, his gaze flickering to the kitchen before settling back on you.
βIβve been thinking about what you said yesterday,β he starts, his voice quieter now. βAbout taking things one step at a time. I just want you to know how much it means to me that youβre here. Not just for Seyeon, but for me too.β
Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you feel a blush creeping up your neck. βIβm happy to be here,β you admit softly.
The days pass, and your bond with Seyeonβand with Jisungβdeepens. Seyeon grows more comfortable around you, often seeking you out for everything from help with her drawings to impromptu dance performances in the living room. Jisung, in turn, seems to relax more in your presence, his usual walls lowering bit by bit.
One afternoon, after a particularly lively dance session with Seyeon that left you both giggling on the carpet, Jisung calls you into the kitchen. Heβs preparing a snack for Seyeon, but the way he keeps glancing at you suggests he has something on his mind.
βy/n, can we talk for a second?β he asks, his voice cautious but kind.
βOf course,β you reply, leaning against the counter. βWhatβs up?β
He sets down the knife heβs been using to slice fruit and turns to face you fully. βIβve been thinking about how much things have changed since you started working with us. Youβve brought so much stability into Seyeonβs life. And mine.β
You feel a mix of pride and nervousness at his words. βIβm glad Iβve been able to help,β you say sincerely. βSheβs such a special little girl. And youβre doing an amazing job as her dad.β
βI know we agreed to take things slow,β he continues, his gaze steady but vulnerable. βBut I canβt ignore how much you mean to both of us. I care about you, y/n. A lot. And I want to know if you feel the same.β
For a moment, the room feels impossibly still. Then, you nod, a small, shy smile spreading across your face.
βI do, Jisung,β you admit. βBut Iβve been trying to be carefulβfor Seyeonβs sake.β
He nods, his expression softening. βI know. And I appreciate that more than you know. I justβ¦ I donβt want to let this slip away. I want us to figure this outβtogether.β
Before you can respond, a small voice interrupts from the doorway.
βDaddy?β
Both of you turn to see Seyeon standing there, her bunny clutched to her chest. Her hair is a little messy from her earlier playtime, and her wide eyes dart between the two of you.
βHey, sweet cheeks,β Jisung says gently, crouching down to her level. βWhatβs wrong?β
Seyeon hesitates, then shuffles over to him. βCan y/n stay for dinner? And maybeβ¦ can we all watch a movie after?" The innocence of her request tugs at your heart, and Jisung glances up at you with a smile.
βWhat do you say?β he asks.
You kneel down beside them, matching Seyeonβs level. βIβd love to stay. But only if I get to pick the movie,β you tease, earning a giggle from the little girl.
As Seyeon throws her arms around both of you, pulling you into a spontaneous group hug, you realize how much this little family means to youβand how much youβre starting to mean to them.
Dinner that evening feels warm and lively, the kind of atmosphere that wraps around you like a cozy blanket. Jisung insists on cooking, and though the meal is simpleβgrilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soupβit feels perfect. Seyeon sits at the table, swinging her legs beneath her chair as she chatters about her favorite animals and what movie she thinks you should all watch.
βI think we should watchΒ Moana!β Seyeon declares, her cheeks puffing as she takes a bite of her sandwich.
Jisung raises an eyebrow. βDidnβt we just watch that last weekend?β
βBut y/n hasnβt watched it with us!β Seyeon protests, her pout making you chuckle.
βIβd love to watchΒ Moana,β you say, playfully nudging her. βBut only if you promise to sing the songs with me.β
Her face lights up, and she practically bounces in her seat. βOkay! Iβll sing the Maui parts, and you can be Moana!β
Jisung laughs, shaking his head. βGuess Iβm stuck being the chicken, huh?β
Seyeon giggles, and the sound fills the room, light and contagious. You catch Jisungβs eye across the table, and for a moment, the two of you share a lookβone that feels like a silent agreement, a shared understanding that this little moment is something special.
After dinner, you all settle into the living room. Seyeon grabs her favorite blanket and curls up between you and Jisung on the couch. The lights are dimmed, the opening scene ofΒ MoanaΒ playing on the TV.
Seyeon sings along enthusiastically, her little voice bright and unrestrained. You join in at her insistence, your laughter mingling with hers as you both belt out the lyrics. Jisung, true to his word, adds exaggerated squawks whenever Hei Hei, the chicken, is on screen, earning peals of laughter from his daughter.
At one point, Seyeon leans her head against your arm, her tiny hand resting on your lap. The gesture is small but significant, and you feel a lump forming in your throat. When you glance over at Jisung, you notice heβs watching the two of you with a soft expression, his smile tinged with something deeper. His hand moves over your shoulder behind the couch, tracing pattern on your skin; shivers running down your spine.
As the movie progresses, Seyeonβs energy begins to wane. By the time Moana reaches Te Fiti, sheβs fast asleep, her head now resting on your shoulder. You glance down at her peaceful face, her bunny tucked securely in her arms.
βSheβs out,β you whisper, careful not to wake her.
Jisung nods, a fond smile on his lips. βShe had a big day. And I think all that singing wore her out.β
You laugh softly, shifting slightly to make sure Seyeon is comfortable. βDo you want me to move her to her bed?β
Jisung shakes his head. βNo, let her stay for a bit. She looks comfortable.β
For a while, the two of you sit in companionable silence, the credits of the movie rolling on the screen. Seyeonβs gentle breathing fills the room, a steady rhythm that feels grounding.
βThank you for staying tonight,β Jisung says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You look over at him, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the TV. βIβm happy to be here,β you reply honestly.
Jisung hesitates for a moment before reaching out, his hand brushing against yours on the couch. The touch is light, tentative, but it sends a wave of warmth through you. When you donβt pull away, he intertwines his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
You smile at him, your heart full as you glance down at Seyeon. In this moment, surrounded by quiet warmth and the soft hum of contentment, you feel like youβve found a place where you truly belong.
Jisung carefully scoops Seyeon into his arms, her bunny still clutched tightly to her chest. She stirs slightly but doesnβt wake, her little face peaceful as she nestles closer to her father. He glances at you with a small smile before carrying her to her room.
You stay on the couch, tidying up the throw blankets and pillows, unsure if you should take your leave or wait for him to return. The quiet hum of the apartment makes you feel strangely calm, and yet, thereβs a nervous energy lingering in the air.
A few minutes later, Jisung emerges from Seyeonβs room, shutting the door softly behind him. He looks tired but content, his hands resting on his hips as he walks back toward you.
βIs she okay?β you ask softly.
βOut like a light,β he replies with a chuckle, running a hand through his hair. βShe didnβt even let go of that bunny.β
You smile, standing up and grabbing your bag. βWell, I should probably get going. Itβs getting late.β
Jisungβs expression shifts slightly, a mix of hesitation and something deeper flashing across his face. βWait,β he says, his voice quiet but urgent. βCan youβ¦ stay a little longer? Just me and you?β
His request catches you off guard, and for a moment, youβre unsure how to respond. But the trill of being alone with him keeps you rooted in place.
βOkay,β you say softly, setting your bag back down. βI can stay.β
The room feels quieter, the hum of conversation and laughter from earlier fading into a gentle stillness. Jisung steps closer, his gaze searching yours, as if trying to find the words that have been building between you both. His hand brushes against yours lightly, a soft touch that lingers a moment too long to be innocent.
βThank you,β he murmurs, his voice a whisper against the space between you. Thereβs a hesitation in his eyes, a vulnerability that pulls at your heart. You feel an electric spark, a tender moment that feels like it belongs only to you both.
βYou didnβt have to ask,β you respond quietly, the warmth of his touch igniting a fire within you. βI wanted to stay.β
He smiles faintly, his lips parting just slightly as if savoring the words youβve given him. The air shifts, thick with unspoken desires and a quiet understanding that needs no elaboration. Your heart beats faster, anticipation making every breath feel heavier.
βGood,β he says simply, his voice smooth and low, a melody in itself. His hand slides fully into yours, fingers intertwining in a way that feels natural, almost inevitable. βJust you and me.β
Jisung move even closer, the space between you vanishing as his confidence grows. His gaze doesnβt waver, his eyes holding yours with a quiet intensity that sends shivers down your spine. Without a word, he lifts a hand, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary.
βAre you sure?β he asks softly, his voice a low, husky whisper that sends a thrill through you. His breath brushes against your skin, warm and inviting. βBecause I donβt want to rush this.β
You nod gently, heart fluttering as your fingers tighten around his. The world around you feels distant, every sense focused solely on himβon the way he looks at you, the way his presence consumes the room. His smile deepens, a playful glint lighting up his expression as he leans in just a bit more, the space between you almost nonexistent.
βIβve been waiting for this,β he murmurs, his lips a breath away from yours. βI donβt want to waste another second.β
Your breath catches, the heat in the room intensifying. His gaze is captivating, his touch electric, and the way he holds you makes every moment feel like something sacred. You tilt your head slightly, allowing him to close the distance. His lips press softly against yours, a tender kiss that speaks of patience and desireβa perfect balance of softness and passion. His lips barely brushing against yours. He can feel you gasp slightly at the sudden action, but he holds your chin with one hand and keeps you close, prolonging the kiss for a few more seconds before pulling away, a smirk on his face. "Not so talkative now, are we?"
You giggles, blushing in face as you cover your mouth a little, "you just kissed me! what you wanted me to say? kiss me more?"
His smirk grows bigger, "that doesn't sounds so bad-" you grabs lightly the sides of his hoodie, clenching your fingers as you is breathless. Pulling him for another kiss, he lets out a small gasp of surprise, but then melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. His arms wrapping around your waist, bringing you flush against his body. This time the kiss is more intense, deeper, hungrier.
You ends up on his lap, straddling it and his hands vanishing on your curves, the arch of your back to groping your ass gently, his hands makes you shivers.
A little gasp leaving your lips when his fingers digs on your rear, "u-uhm jisung.." you mumble, your lips for how badly you want to move away to stop the passionate moments, they keeps asking for more from jisung.
βHm?β He hums as his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, his so needy, so messy, and youβre loving every second of it, even if you cannot stop thinking about his daughter being just in the room down the hallway.Β
You move your lips apart letting his tongue meeting his in need, his hands pressing down your hips against his lap, you can feel his hardness through his clothes and itβs so damn sexy that your pussy start to pulse. βSeyeon.. she might.. wake up..β
Gasps between kisses, your lips are locked with him as he suck gently your tongue making you moan under your breath, heβs such a good kisser.
Before either of you can say more, the sound of a tiny voice cuts through the moment.
βDaddy! I need you!β
Seyeonβs voice, muffled but unmistakable, drifts out from her bedroom down the hall.
Both of you freeze in place, eyes wide and suddenly aware of the situation, youβre still on his lap, heβs still hard as hell and his hands are holding your ass.
βOh no,β Jisung mutters, glancing toward her room. βNot now.β
You giggle softly, a nervous laugh thatβs quickly overtaken by a chuckle. βYou have to go,β you whisper, trying to hold back the laughter bubbling up. βSheβs calling for you.β
Jisung groans dramatically, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before shaking his head. βShe couldnβt have waited just five more minutes?β
βI think those five minutes wouldβve take us in another situation,β you respond with a smirk, you move from his lap, standing up and fixing your clothes at the best. βDuty calls.β
He sighs, turning toward her room. βIβll be right there, sweet cheeks!β
You make a beeline for the front door, grabbing your bag in a hurry, trying to stifle your laughter as you hear Seyeon giggling softly through the wall.
You poke your head back into the living room just as Jisung kneels beside her bed, trying his best to soothe her back to sleep. His expression is slightly flustered, and you canβt help but laugh one last time at the sheer comical timing.
βGoodnight, Jisung!β you call out with a wink. βGood luck!β
βThanks,β he replies with a sheepish grin, though his voice carries a touch of relief when you finally step out the door.
As the door clicks shut behind you, the sound of Seyeonβs laughter and Jisungβs soothing voice floats into the night, and you canβt stop the grin that spreads across your face.
Maybe next time, there will be fewer interruptions. But for tonight, the memory of that unexpected moment will stay with you.
Itβs been almost seven months that you work for Jisung, since that day at the zoo youβre life almost switched. You passed almost every day waiting for the Saturday morning to see that little girl and her, very hot, daddy. Dawns with a quiet stillness in Jisungβs apartment. You arrive early to find Seyeon still curled up in bed, her little face flushed with fever and her bunny clutched tightly in her arms. Her soft coughs echo through the room, and itβs clear sheβs not feeling her usual energetic self.
He told you by text that she was not feeling very well but the mother had to go on a business trip and she had to crash at his place for the rest of the weekend. Jisung is already in the kitchen, his own expression worn with worry, a damp towel pressed to his forehead. His hair is slightly messy, and his usually sharp eyes are dulled with fatigue. He turns when he hears your footsteps, his smile tired but appreciative.
βGood morning,β he greets you softly. βSorry you had to see me like this.β
You step into the kitchen and take the towel from his hand, gently replacing it with a fresh one. βYou look worse than Seyeon,β you tease lightly, though your concern is genuine. βAre you okay?β
He chuckles weakly, leaning against the counter. βNot exactly the most glamorous morning, huh?β
βNo, but someone has to be the adult,β you say with a grin, though you glance over at Seyeon with a frown. βLet me handle her. You rest.β
βI would kiss you if I could,β He pout lightly toward you, almost playfully trying to steal a breif kiss from your lips.
Your giggles making him feel lightly better, βDonβt even try.β
Jisung sighs, grateful for your presence, and moves toward the couch. He collapses onto it with a sigh, his breathing steady but slow, clearly feeling the effects of whatever sickness has taken hold of both him and his daughter.
You walk softly into Seyeonβs room, pulling back the curtains to let the morning light in gently. She blinks up at you, her little face pale but her bright eyes still wide with curiosity.
βHi, sweet cheeks,β you murmur, sitting down beside her bed. βHow are you feeling?β
She sniffles, hugging her bunny tighter. βDaddyβs not feeling good either.β
You glance toward the living room, where Jisung lies sprawled out, looking almost worse than she does. βYeah, well, Daddy might need some extra care too.β You ruffle her hair gently, trying to lift her spirits. βLetβs get you some breakfast, okay?β
Seyeon nods softly, her tiny hand wrapping around yours as you help her sit up. Her fever is still high, but her energy, though subdued, is still there. You prepare a light breakfastβwarm soup, soft toast, and waterβand sit with her at the dining table.
Meanwhile, Jisung has managed to find the strength to make his way to the kitchen, his movements slow but determined. He leans against the doorway, watching you with a quiet admiration, a small smile touching his lips as you care for his daughter.
βYou donβt have to do all this,β he says softly, his voice hoarse from his own illness.
You glance up, offering him a reassuring smile. βYouβre not alone in this, Jisung. She needs both of you right now.β
He breathes out a sigh, his shoulders relaxing at your words. βThank you, y/n. For everything.β
βItβs what friends do,β you reply, though your heart aches a little at how fragile the moment feels. Taking care of them bothβso sick and vulnerableβis more than just a task. It feels personal. It feels like family.
Also the fact that you called him βfriendβ makes a fool out of you.
As the day stretches on, you find yourself handling both Jisung and Seyeon with gentle care, managing meals, administering medicine, and even tucking them into bed for naps. They may be ill, but thereβs a quiet warmth that fills the apartment, a sense of support and togetherness that feels like a foundation for something more.
When the evening arrives, Seyeon is finally asleep in her room, and Jisung, though still weak, sits upright on the couch. Youβre back in the kitchen, making tea for the both of you, the space calming and steady amidst the chaos of the day.
Jisung watches you from the doorway again, his eyes filled with gratitude and something softerβsomething you recognize as something deeper.
βy/n,β he starts softly, βYou didnβt have to stay this long.β
You glance over your shoulder with a small smile. βI wanted to. And Iβll stay as long as you both need me.β
He nods, his expression thoughtful, and then softly says, βYouβre incredible.β
You shake your head, pouring the tea. βNot really. Just doing what anyone would.β
But deep down, you know thatβs not true. What youβre doing is more than just helping. Itβs being there, fully present in a way that neither Jisung nor Seyeon seem to take for granted. And as you set the tea in front of him, watching him take a slow sip, you realize that even amidst sickness, something beautiful is quietly blooming between the three of you.
The evening has settled in a quiet calm after the whirlwind of the day. Seyeon is tucked into her bed, her fever finally lowering thanks to the care and attention she received. You sit beside Jisung on the couch, his body still warm, though not as feverish as earlier.
βI should probably get going soon,β you say softly, your voice gentle as you glance toward him. βYou need rest too.β
Jisung leans back against the couch cushions, his eyes closing for a moment. βJust... a little longer,β he murmurs, his voice hoarse. βPlease?β
You hesitate, he looks so exhausted, so desperately in need of comfort, that you canβt bring yourself to leave just yet. βOkay,β you whisper, settling beside him on his bed again. βJust for a bit.β
His room is quite big for the apartment that he has, he has a beautiful window that gives the view to the city, a walk-in wardrobe that you can bet filled with crazy outfits that he used for his idolβs life, so many guitars on the wall. And a picture of him, his little girl and probably the ex-wife under a cottage, heβs playing the guitar looking lovely at the mother of Seyeon with her on her lap β they look so.. happy to you.
He lets out a breath, visibly relaxing as you stay close. The warmth of your presence is grounding for him, a welcome relief from the chaos of the past few days.
βThank you,β he says quietly, his voice softer than before. βFor everything.β
You reach out instinctively, brushing a hand against his forehead to check his temperature again. βStill a bit warm,β you note, though itβs not dangerously high anymore. βBut at least your feverβs coming down.β
Jisung hums in agreement, his hand instinctively finding yours. His fingers lace with yours, squeezing gently as if grounding himself in your touch. He doesnβt let go this time, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he leans into you, his head resting on your shoulder.
βItβs nice,β he murmurs softly. βHaving you here.β
The simple admission surprises you, but it doesnβt feel awkward or forced. Instead, it feels natural, like two people seeking comfort in each otherβs presence without the need for words.
You smile softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. βIβm not going anywhere.β
The silence stretches for a few moments, the world outside fading into the background. You run your fingers through his hair absentmindedly, soothing him in a way that feels effortless. His breathing slows, the warmth of his body against yours steadying with each passing second.
βStay with me tonight?β His voice is barely above a whisper, but the request is clear.
Your heart skips a beat, and though youβd considered leaving earlier, now the thought feels impossible. The tender moment shared between you, his vulnerability, the way he clings to youβ¦ it creates a sense of intimacy that feels more profound than anything youβve experienced before.
βWhat if Seyeon finds out that I am here? I donβt want to hurt her,β you answer softly.
His arms moves around your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap, your hands still between his curls as his sick eyes find yours, βshe doesnβt have to know, we will tell her that you came earlier than usual.β
His grip tightens just a little more. You lay back with him, your arm draped around his waist, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your fingertips.
Itβs quiet again, except for the occasional sound of his breathing slowing into a peaceful rhythm. You stay like that, cradling him in your care, the weight of the moment grounding and beautiful.
Jisung shifts slightly, his body instinctively seeking more comfort in the warmth of your presence. His head dips, and before you realize it, heβs nestled against your chest, his cheek pressed to the soft fabric of your shirt. His breathing is steady but heavy with exhaustion, the fever leaving him unusually vulnerable.
You stiffen for a moment, caught off guard by the intimacy of the gesture. But when you glance down and see his peaceful expressionβeyes closed, lips slightly parted, his lashes casting delicate shadows against his flushed cheeksβyou feel your heart soften.
βJisung,β you whisper gently, brushing your fingers through his hair to see if his fever has spiked again. His temperature is still warm but manageable, the worst of it seemingly passed for now.
Instead of waking, he hums softly, his hand gripping the fabric of your shirt as if heβs afraid youβll disappear if he lets go. The gesture tugs at your heartstrings, his vulnerability clear in the way he clings to you, seeking solace even in his sleep.
You sigh softly, wrapping your arms around him with a tenderness you didnβt know you could offer so easily. βYouβre really something else,β you murmur, your lips curving into a gentle smile as you stroke his hair rhythmically.
His breathing evens out further, and the weight of his body against yours becomes a grounding comfort. As the moments pass, you lean your head back against the pillow, letting the quiet intimacy of the situation settle over you.
Itβs not what you expected when you agreed to stay, but now, with Jisung pressed close, his warmth radiating against you, it feels like exactly where youβre meant to be. You close your eyes, resting your chin lightly on the top of his head, and let the stillness carry you both into a rare and cherished peace.
The first rays of sunlight seep through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room. You stir slightly, the ache in your back and the unfamiliar weight on your chest bringing you back to consciousness. Blinking a few times, you glance down and freeze.
Jisung is still draped over you, his head nestled against your chest, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. His soft, even breaths tickle your skin, and his tousled hair brushes against your chin. Itβs a startlingly intimate position, and your cheeks flush as the reality of the situation sets in.
You try to move subtly, hoping not to wake him, but the slight shift causes him to stir. He groans softly, his face nuzzling against you like a contented cat seeking more warmth.
βJisung,β you whisper, your voice a mix of exasperation and embarrassment. βYouβreβ¦ still on top of me.β
He hums in response, clearly not fully awake. βHmmβ¦ comfy,β he mutters, his voice muffled against you.
You suppress a laugh, shaking your head as you gently pat his shoulder. βCome on, sleepyhead. Youβre crushing me.β
His eyes flutter open slowly, his gaze hazy and unfocused as he registers where he isβand more importantly, where you are. His face turns crimson in an instant, and he bolts upright, his disheveled hair only adding to the hilarity of the moment.
βOh my God,β he blurts out, his voice hoarse with lingering sleep. βIβIβm so sorry! I didnβt mean toββ
You sit up too, waving a hand to stop him before he spirals into full-blown panic. βItβs fine, Jisung. You were sick, and we mustβve fallen asleep like that.β
He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, his ears still red. βStillβ¦ I shouldβve been more aware. Thatβs soββ
βUnexpected? Sure. But itβs not the end of the world,β you interrupt, giving him a teasing grin. βBesides, you were pretty cute all snuggled up like that.β
His jaw drops slightly, and he stares at you, completely flustered. βCute?! IβnoβI meanββ
You laugh, the sound breaking through the awkward tension. βRelax, Jisung. Itβs not a big deal.β
Just then, a small voice calls out from down the hall.
βDaddy? Where are you?β
The two of you exchange wide-eyed looks before scrambling off the bed. Jisung fumbles to fix his hair and grab his hoodie while you quickly smooth down your clothes, both of you rushing to look presentable.
βIβll get her,β Jisung says, his voice still tinged with embarrassment, as he heads out of the room.
As you follow him, you canβt help but smile at the ridiculousness of the situation. Despite the awkwardness, thereβs an undeniable warmth that lingers between youβa connection that feels stronger than before. And as Seyeonβs giggles echo through the apartment, you realize that, awkward or not, this is exactly where you want to be.
As Jisung steps into the hallway, he quickly motions for you to follow him into the living room. His expression is one of barely concealed panic.
"Okay but," he whispers, running a hand through his messy hair. "We need a story. Seyeon canβt know we both slept in my room. Sheβll definitely tell her mom, and... yeah, letβs avoid that."
You stifle a laugh, appreciating the sheer absurdity of the situation. βAlright, whatβs the plan?β
Jisung glances toward Seyeonβs room, where her little voice is calling out again, a clear mix of curiosity and impatience. He thinks for a moment before his eyes light up.Β βWeβll say you arrived really early to check on her, and I was still half-asleep when you got here.β
You arch an eyebrow. βHalf-asleep and on top of me?β
He groans, his ears turning red. βDetails she doesnβt need to know!β He waves his hands, flustered. βJust... sit on the couch and act like you just got here. Iβll handle the rest.β
Rolling your eyes but unable to resist the humor of the moment, you grab your bag from where it had been discarded the night before and plop yourself on the couch. You pull out your phone to make it look like youβve been sitting there for a while.
βDaddy?β Seyeonβs voice is louder now as she pads into the living room in her pajamas, her bunny clutched in her arms. Her sleepy eyes widen slightly when she spots you. βy/nie! Youβre here!β
You give her a warm smile, waving as if this is the most normal morning ever. βMorning, sweet cheeks. I came early to check on you and Daddy. How are you feeling?β
Seyeon blinks at you, her expression curious. βBut I didnβt hear the doorbellβ¦β
Jisung swoops in at that exact moment, his hoodie slightly askew and his hair still a mess. βThatβs because Daddy let y/n in while you were still asleep, princess,β he says smoothly, crouching down to give her a hug. βShe wanted to make sure you were feeling better.β
Seyeon narrows her eyes at him suspiciously, her tiny hands on her hips. βWhy is your hair so messy, Daddy?β
Jisung freezes for a split second before letting out an overly dramatic yawn. βOh, thatβs because I just woke up too! I was soooo tired after yesterday, remember?β He ruffles her hair playfully, distracting her as he stands. βBut look at youβstill the cutest little bean even when youβre sick.β
Seyeon giggles, her suspicions forgotten for the moment as she climbs onto the couch beside you. βAre you gonna stay with us today, y/n?β
You glance at Jisung, who gives you a grateful look over Seyeonβs head. βOf course,β you reply with a smile, brushing a strand of hair from her face. βYou and Daddy need someone to take care of you, donβt you?β
Seyeon nods eagerly, her little hands clutching yours. βYes! Daddy is really bad at making soup.β
βHey!β Jisung protests, but his playful tone makes you laugh.
As the three of you settle into the morning routine, the chaos of the earlier situation melts away. Jisung catches your eye every now and then, a mix of gratitude and amusement in his expression. And though the morning started with a flurry of awkwardness and quick thinking, itβs clear that neither of you would trade this for anything.
βy/n,β she says after a moment, her little voice breaking the quiet. βDo you know how to make pancakes?β
You glance over your shoulder with a smile. βI do, but I think soup is better for you today, sweet cheeks. Pancakes can wait until youβre all better.β
Seyeon pouts, but itβs short-lived as Jisung shuffles in, still looking half-asleep despite his attempt to pull himself together. He leans against the counter, his hoodie slightly crooked, and watches you with a soft, almost shy smile.
βYou didnβt have to do all this,β he murmurs as you stir the soup.
You wave him off. βI told you, youβre both sick. Somebody has to take care of you.β
Seyeon pipes up from the table. βy/n is the best at taking care of people, Daddy. You should hire her forever!β
Jisung chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. βWeβll see, princess. For now, I think weβre lucky sheβs here at all.β
You finish the soup and serve it up, sitting beside Seyeon to make sure she eats slowly. She chatters between spoonfuls, her energy already bouncing back, though she still has a telltale flush on her cheeks from the fever.
After breakfast, Jisung retreats to the couch, looking utterly exhausted but refusing to admit it. You catch him trying to sit up and work on his laptop, which you promptly take away from him.
βAbsolutely not,β you scold, folding your arms. βBack to bed, Mr. Producer. Youβre supposed to be resting, not working.β
βButββ
βNo buts.β You place your hands on your hips, glaring down at him. βYouβre lucky I donβt confiscate your phone too.β
Seyeon comes from behind her legs with a smirk and a playful voice, βohoh, Daddyβs in trouble.β
Jisung gives you a sheepish smile, holding his hands up in surrender. βAlright, alright. You win.β
He stands, but his movements are sluggish, his fever still lingering. You guide him back to his bedroom, where he collapses onto the bed with a dramatic groan.
βThis feels like a punishment,β he grumbles, though thereβs no real bite in his tone.
βItβs for your own good,β you reply, pulling the blanket over him. βNow stay put.β
As you turn to leave, he reaches out, his fingers lightly catching your wrist. βy/n,β he says softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. βThank you. Really.β
You smile down at him, your heart softening at the sight of his tired but grateful expression. βGet some rest, Jisung. Thatβs all the thanks I need.β
When you leave the room, you find Seyeon curled up on the couch, already half-asleep with her bunny tucked under her chin. You drape a blanket over her and settle into the armchair nearby, the apartment finally quiet and peaceful.
The rest of the day passes quietly, with Seyeon resting on the couch and Jisung finally succumbing to sleep in his room. You tidy up the kitchen, check on both of them periodically, and eventually find a moment to sit and relax yourself. As you scroll absentmindedly on your phone, a text notification pops up.
Jisung:Β Hey. Are you still here, or did you head out while I was knocked out?
You smile, shaking your head as you type back.
You:Β Still here. Seyeonβs asleep on the couch. Iβll head out soon.
A minute later, another text buzzes in.
Jisung:Β Youβve been amazing today. Seriously, I donβt even know how to thank you.
You:Β I told you, no thanks needed. Just get better, both of you.
Thereβs a longer pause this time, and you wonder if heβs fallen asleep again. But then your phone buzzes once more.
Jisung:Β What if I wanted to thank you by taking you out? Like... on a date.
Your heart skips a beat, your thumb hovering over the keyboard as you reread the message. Is he serious? Judging by the second text that quickly follows, heβs just as nervous as you are.
Jisung:Β Unless thatβs weird. Is that weird? I feel like Iβm making this weird. Forget I said anything.
You canβt help but laugh, imagining his flustered expression.
You:Β Itβs not weird. Iβd like that.
The three dots indicating his reply appear almost immediately.
Jisung:Β Really? Okay. Great. When?
You glance toward the couch where Seyeon is still snoozing and back at your phone.
You:Β Letβs wait until youβre fully recovered, okay? I donβt want to be on a date with a guy who canβt keep his head up.
Jisung:Β Fair point. But itβs a deal. As soon as Iβm better.
A week later, Jisung texts you with a time and location. He insists on keeping it a surprise, though he assures you it wonβt be anything too fancy. When the evening arrives, you find yourself standing outside a cozy, tucked-away bistro in Seoul. The warm glow of fairy lights strung above the outdoor seating area adds a touch of magic to the atmosphere.
Jisung is already waiting for you, looking much healthierβand much more nervous. Heβs dressed casually but thoughtfully, his hoodie swapped for a well-fitted sweater and jeans. His smile when he spots you is enough to make your heart skip.
βYou look amazing,β he says, his eyes softening as he takes you in.
βThanks,β you reply, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. βYou look pretty great yourself.β
He opens the door for you, leading you inside where the smell of freshly baked bread and herbs fills the air. The restaurant is intimate, with only a handful of tables and soft jazz playing in the background.
As you and Jisung settle at your table, the restaurant's warm ambiance makes you feel at ease. A candle flickers between you, its soft glow casting gentle shadows across his face. He looks relaxed, his posture leaning slightly forward as he glances at the menu.
βThis place is beautiful,β you remark, taking in the quaint decorβexposed brick walls, wooden beams, and vintage artwork.
Jisung smiles, his eyes flickering up to meet yours. βI thought youβd like it. Itβs one of my favorite spots, but I havenβt had a reason to come here in a while.β
A waiter arrives, pouring water into delicate glasses and handing you menus. Jisung grins as he watches you scan the options. βWhat are you thinking of getting?β
βHm, probably the pasta,β you say, biting your lip as you deliberate. βWhat about you?β
βThe steak,β he says without hesitation, then chuckles. βSeyeon would roll her eyes if she saw me order it. She keeps trying to convince me to go vegetarian.β
You laugh at the thought. βSheβs quite the little advocate. Howβs that going for you?β
βLetβs just say Iβve perfected the art of sneaking bacon into my meals when sheβs not looking,β he admits with a mischievous grin.
Youβre both laughing when the waiter returns to take your orders, and as the night unfolds, the conversation deepens.
Jisung leans on his hand, watching you with a softness that makes your cheeks warm. βSo, what made you want to work with kids?β
You shrug, swirling your water glass idly. βIβve always liked working with kids. Theyβre honest in a way adults sometimes arenβt, you know? And they remind me to find joy in little things.β
His gaze doesnβt waver, and for a moment, you feel a little self-conscious under his attention. βThatβs exactly what Seyeon needed,β he says. βSheβs been through so much for someone her age, and Iβve worried about her losing that joy. Youβve brought it back.β
You smile softly. βSheβs a great kid, Jisung. Youβve done an amazing job with her.β
He shakes his head, his expression a mix of humility and gratitude.Β βIβve tried, but thereβs always this part of me that worries Iβm not enough for her. Especially with everything between her mom and me.β
The vulnerability in his voice tugs at your heart. βYouβre more than enough. Seyeon adores you. And the fact that you care so much says everything.β
He looks at you for a long moment, then smiles, a quiet kind of relief in his eyes.
The dishes arrive, breaking the tender atmosphere, and you both dive into your meals. The food is incredible, and the easy banter resumes. Jisung insists you try a bite of his steak, holding a piece out on his fork with an exaggerated flourish.
βFine,β you say, laughing as you lean forward to take it. The steak practically melts in your mouth. βOkay, thatβs ridiculously good.β
βTold you,β he says with a wink, taking a triumphant bite.
You share stories from your past, from embarrassing childhood moments to your favorite memories, and Jisung counters with tales from his idol days.
βWait, you seriously tripped on stage during a live broadcast?β you ask, trying and failing to hold back your laughter.
βOh, not just tripped,β he says, groaning dramatically. βI wiped out. Full face-plant. The members wouldnβt let me live it down for months.β
By the time dessert rolls aroundβan indulgent chocolate lava cake you decide to splitβyou feel like youβve known him forever.
βOkay, honest question,β Jisung says, wiping a bit of chocolate from the corner of his mouth. βIf you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?β
You think for a moment before answering. βSomewhere quiet, with a lot of nature. Maybe near the ocean. What about you?β
He pauses, his gaze thoughtful. βHonestly? Wherever Seyeon is. Sheβs my world.βΒ Then, after a beat, he adds, βBut having someone like you there wouldnβt hurt either.β
The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and you feel your cheeks heat again.
The conversation lingers even after the plates are cleared, neither of you in a hurry to end the night. When the check arrives, Jisung snatches it before you can protest, giving you a playful glare.
βDonβt even try,β he says. βThis is my treat.β
By the time dinner is over, the warmth between you feels almost tangible. Jisung insists on walking you home, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you stroll side by side.
When you reach your door, he hesitates, his hands tucked into his pockets. βI had a really great time tonight,βΒ he says, his voice soft.
βMe too,β you reply, smiling up at him.
Thereβs a brief pause, and then he steps closer, his gaze flicking to your lips.Β
βIs it okay if Iββ
Before he can finish the question, you lean in, closing the distance. His lips are warm and soft against yours, the kiss sweet and unhurried, a perfect culmination of the night.
When you pull back, his cheeks are pink, but the smile on his face is radiant.
βGoodnight, y/n,β he murmurs, his voice full of promise.
βGoodnight, Jisung,β you reply, already looking forward to whatβs to come.
A few days after your magical date with Jisung, your phone buzzes while youβre at home. Itβs a text from him.
Jisung:Β Hey, no pressure, but the guys are getting together for dinner this weekend. Iβd love for you to come along.
You read the message a couple of times, your heart fluttering.
You:Β Are you sure? I mean, isnβt that likeβ¦a big deal?
Jisung:Β Itβs not a big deal! Well, okay, maybe it is a little, but only because I want them to meet you. Theyβre like family to me.
You:Β And youβre sure they wonβt think itβs weird?
Jisung:Β baby, theyβre going to love you. Trust me. Besides, itβll be fun. Casual. No pressure.
You:Β Okay. Letβs do it.
The evening of the dinner, Jisung picks you up, visibly excited. βYou look amazing,β he says, grinning as you slide into his car. βYouβre going to fit right in.β
The dinner is at a trendy Korean BBQ restaurant, and the private room is already lively when you arrive. The other members of Jisungβs former group greet you warmly, their energy filling the space.
βGuys, this is y/n,β Jisung says, his arm resting lightly on your back. Then, with a small but unmistakable smile, he adds, βMy girlfriend.β
You feel a collective shift in the room as all eyes turn to you, surprise quickly morphing into grins and playful teasing.
βGirlfriend?β Chan, the leader, says, raising an eyebrow at Jisung. βSince when?β
βSince recently,β Jisung replies, his tone casual but his expression soft as he looks at you.
βWow, finally! I thought this day would never come,β Changbin teases, earning a laugh from everyone, including you.
βOkay, okay, donβt scare her off,β Jisung says, laughing as he guides you to a seat beside him.
As the night goes on, the atmosphere grows more relaxed. The members share hilarious stories from their time as a group, complete with impressions and exaggerated reenactments.
βDid he tell you about the time he lost his pants on stage?β Hyunjin asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.
βHyunjin!β Jisung protests, his face turning bright red.
βOh, please, you have to tell me now,β you say, laughing.
Jisung groans dramatically, covering his face as Hyunjin dives into the story, complete with theatrical flair.
When itβs your turn to share something about yourself, they listen intently, occasionally throwing in jokes that make everyone laugh. You can tell how much they care for Jisung, and their approval feels like a warm embrace.
βYouβre really good for him,β Chan says quietly as the others are distracted grilling meat. His kind smile reassures you. βHeβs been happier lately. Thank you for that.β
You glance at Jisung, whoβs laughing at something Seungmin just said, and feel a wave of affection. βHe makes me happy too,β you reply honestly.
The teasing began almost as soon as Changbin noticed how attentive Jisung was being to you throughout the dinner. Whether it was making sure you had enough food or leaning in to whisper something funny in your ear, it was clear Jisung was smittenβand Changbin wasnβt going to let that slide unnoticed.
As the group grilled meat and exchanged banter, Changbin raised an eyebrow at Jisung, smirking. βYou know, Jisung, itβs funnyβ¦β he began, drawing the attention of everyone at the table.
Jisung immediately tensed, a cautious look flashing across his face. βWhatβs funny?β he asked warily.
Changbin gestured toward you with his chopsticks. βJust howΒ differentΒ y/n is from your ex. I mean, not to stir the pot or anythingββ
βThen donβt,β Jisung interjected, though his tone lacked bite.
But Changbin wasnβt stopping.Β ββbut seriously! Like night and day. y/nβs relaxed, fun, down-to-earthβ¦β He trailed off with a playful shrug, his grin growing.
The table erupted in laughter, though you felt a little heat creep into your cheeks. You glanced at Jisung, who was glaring at Changbin with mock annoyance, his ears turning red.
βYah, Changbin-hyung,β Jisung said, pointing his chopsticks at him. βYou donβt have to point it out like that.β
βOh, come on, itβs a compliment,β Changbin said with a laugh, raising his hands in mock defense. βIβm just saying you clearly upgraded. Donβt act like you donβt know it.β
βHyungβs glowing,β Felix chimed in with a cheeky grin, piling on the teasing.
βDonβt make me regret inviting you all,β Jisung muttered, though the corners of his lips twitched in amusement.
You decided to jump in, hoping to lighten the moment. βI donβt know if I should be flattered or slightly concerned about how much youβre comparing me to her,β you joked, earning more laughter from the group.
Changbin laughed the hardest. βNo, no, you should definitely be flattered. Heβs happier than Iβve seen him in years.β
Jisung sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose. βIβm never hearing the end of this, am I?β
βNot a chance,β Seungmin replied with his trademark deadpan humor, making everyone laugh again.
Despite the teasing, you could feel the warmth in the room, the genuine affection Jisungβs friends had for himβand, by extension, for you. As Jisung reached under the table to squeeze your hand, his shy smile told you he didnβt mind the jokes as much as he let on.
Later, as you were leaving, Jisung shook his head, muttering, βChangbinβs never going to let me live that down.β
The car ride back to Jisungβs apartment was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the space between you. The earlier teasing and laughter had dimmed, replaced by a thoughtful silence that neither of you rushed to break.
Finally, you glanced over at him. βYou donβt have to answer if you donβt want to,β you started softly, your voice gentle. βButβ¦ how did things end with your ex?β
Jisungβs grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. He looked straight ahead, his expression unreadable for a moment before speaking. βIt wasnβt easy,β he said quietly. βNothing about it was.β
You gave him a moment, waiting patiently. βWe were young when we met. Fell in love quickly. For a while, it was perfect. We supported each other through everythingβthe good and the bad. Butβ¦ the more I focused on my career, the more she felt like she was losing herself.β
You could see the pain flicker in his eyes as he said it, the weight of those words hanging between you.
βItβs hard, when two people are going in different directions,β he continued, his voice a little hoarse. βThe distance, the misunderstandingsβit felt like the walls were closing in. Eventually, we stopped talking as much. Stopped seeing each other the way we once did.β
You reached out, lightly placing a hand on his knee. βThat mustβve been really painful,β you said softly. βTo watch something you both built fall apart.β
Jisung let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing under your touch. βIt was. Still is, sometimes. Butβ¦ we werenβt right for each other. And Seyeon deserved more stability, more love than we could give her when we were barely holding on ourselves.β
The honesty in his voice cut through the tension in the car, and you felt a deep sympathy for the man who had carried so much weight for so long. βYouβre doing your best,β you said gently. βFor both of them.β
He glanced at you, offering a small smile, though it didnβt quite reach his eyes. βI try.β
You gave his knee a squeeze, the touch offering comfort, though the quiet that followed was heavier now. It wasnβt an easy conversation, but you felt like you understood a little more of Jisungβthe man behind the laughter, behind the fame.
After a while, he spoke again, softer this time. βI donβt talk about her often. Seyeon means everything to me. Sheβs my world now. And I donβt regret how things turned out, even if it hurt.β
βI know,β you said, your voice barely a whisper. βBut itβs okay to talk about it. You donβt have to carry it all alone.β
He nodded slightly, his fingers drumming softly against the steering wheel. βItβs justβ¦ hard sometimes. Seeing how happy Seyeon is now, and knowing that the woman who helped create her is still part of the equation. Itβs not simple.β
βNo, itβs not,β you agreed. βBut youβre doing better than you think.β
The rest of the drive was quieter, the words exchanged grounding but still heavy with emotion. You didnβt need to fill the silence. Just being there was enough.
When you arrived at his apartment, Jisung reached for your hand, holding it tightly as you both stepped out of the car. The weight of the conversation lingered, but there was something tender in the way he looked at you.
The door to Jisungβs apartment creaked open slowly, and your heart immediately sank when you stepped inside. The tension in the air was thick, palpable even before you saw them. Voicesβraised, angryβechoed from down the hall.
βNo, Jisung! You canβt just bring her into our lives like this!β
It was her, you couldβve tell by the long thick brown hair and her slim body. Seyeonβs mother. Her voice sharp, filled with frustration, and a trace of betrayal.
Jisungβs voice followed, equally firm and unyielding. βSheβs part of Seyeonβs life. Sheβs part of mine now too. You donβt get to control that anymore.β
You froze by the entrance, uncertainty washing over you. You could hear Seyeonβs soft cries from her room, the sound barely audible through the tense exchange. She mustβve heard everything.
This isnβt how I wanted it to start,Β you thought, your grip tightening on your bag.
The apartment felt suffocating. Every word was a blow, a crack in something fragile. They had been separated for years, and yet the wounds still ran deep.
βYouβre being selfish!β her voice snapped. βYou didnβt even consult me! Sheβs a nanny, Jisung! A stranger! Youβre bringing her into her life without thinkingβwithout even telling me!β
βI did think about it!β Jisung shouted back, his voice raising with every word. βI thought about whatβs best for Seyeon. And if that means bringing y/n into our world, then so be it. Iβm not going to hide who she is anymore.β
The tension in the room crackled, a storm brewing that neither of them seemed ready to weather.
You felt like an intruder, standing there in the doorway, unable to move, unable to escape the weight of it all. This wasnβt supposed to be your roleβcaught between two parents who were struggling to put their differences aside.
Finally, Jisungβs voice lowered, softer but no less fierce. βThis isnβt about me or you anymore. Itβs about her. About Seyeon. And she deserves to be happy, to feel safeβwhether thatβs with me or with you.β
A heavy silence fell over the apartment, the kind that left no room for words. You could hear the trembling breaths of both Jisung and Seyeonβs mother, neither one backing down, neither one willing to compromise.
βIβm not here to take her place,β you said softly, stepping forward into the hallway. βIβm here for Seyeon. She needs stability, and I want to be a part of that. But Iβm not here to replace anyone.β
Both their eyes snapped to you, the weight of your words landing between them.
Jisungβs mother softened slightly at your presence, though her gaze was still sharp. βAnd what happens when thisβ¦ arrangement falls apart? Youβll leave too? Like everyone else?β
βIβm not going anywhere,β you replied, holding her gaze steadily. βIβm here as long as Seyeon needs me. And if thatβs what Jisung and I decide, then Iβll be here. Itβs not about me; itβs about her.β
Another beat of silence followed. Jisung stepped closer to you, his hand briefly finding yours in a gesture of quiet support.
Seyeonβs mother exhaled slowly, her anger subdued but not gone. βYou have no idea how complicated this is,β she finally said, her voice low and weary. βAnd maybeβ¦ maybe youβre right. Maybe Seyeon does need more than just a father or a mother. But this isnβt what I imagined for her. Not this.β
Jisung nodded solemnly, his jaw tight. βI know. But we donβt always get to choose how life turns out. The only thing I want is for her to be happy. Thatβs all.β
Seyeonβs soft sniffles turned into quiet whimpers from her room, and Jisungβs motherβs face softened slightly at the sound. βSheβs scared,β she said quietly, her voice trembling. βSheβs hearing all of this. She doesnβt understand.β
Jisungβs eyes closed for a moment, his breath hitching slightly. βI know. I know. And I hate this more than anything. But sheβll get through it. Weβll get through it.β
A final, heavy pause hung in the air before Seyeonβs mother spoke again. βYouβd better hope this works, Jisung. Because if it doesnβtβ¦β
βI know,β he interrupted, voice steady despite the tremor in his hands. βI know.β
She turned, walking toward Seyeonβs room, knocking softly on the door. βSeyeon, itβs mommy,β she said gently, her voice wavering. βCan I come in?β
The little girlβs hesitant voice responded from behind the door, but it was barely audible. βNo, mommy. I wanna stay with daddyβ¦β
Jisungβs face tightened, the raw pain evident as he looked toward the door. Without another word, Seyeonβs mother left the apartment, closing the door softly behind her. The silence that followed was deafening.
Jisung leaned against the wall, his breath shaky, and you approached him carefully. βShe didnβt mean what she said,β you said softly, your hand resting on his arm. βSheβs just scared.β
βI know,β Jisung murmured, pressing his forehead against the cool wall, his voice hoarse. βBut it hurts. More than I ever thought it would.β
You wrapped your arms around him tightly, holding him close, letting him feel the comfort you could give, even if it wasnβt enough. βYouβre doing everything you can. For both of them.β
Together, you stood there, the weight of the moment pressing down on you both. Seyeonβs cries continued softly from her room, and you knew that healing would be a long, painful journeyβone neither of you could rush.
The night was long and heavy. Jisung sat by Seyeonβs room, occasionally knocking softly to check on her, but she never answered. The pain of her confusion and fear was palpable, even from the other side of the door.
You stood quietly in the living room, watching him from a distance. The man who had always seemed so composed, so in control, was unraveling. His shoulders sagged, his head hanging low as he struggled with the weight of the situation. You knew how much Seyeon meant to him, and seeing him like this, broken yet determined, tugged at your heart.
Finally, after what felt like hours, he broke the silence. βShe doesnβt want me to go in,β Jisung said, his voice low and strained. βShe doesnβt want to see me.β
You walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. βYou canβt force her, Jisung. She needs time.β
He nodded, swallowing hard. βI know. I justββ His voice cracked, and for a moment, he couldnβt finish his thought. βI feel helpless.β
βYouβre not,β you assured him quietly. βYouβre doing everything right. She knows you love her.β
Jisung let out a breath, leaning back against the wall. βI keep thinking about what I couldβve done differentlyβwhat I shouldβve done. Maybe if we hadnβt fought like that, she wouldnβt be so scared.β
You knelt down in front of him, forcing him to look at you. βNo oneβs perfect, Jisung. Youβre doing everything you can. And thatβs enough.β
A small smile broke through his pain, though it was bittersweet. βYouβre too good to me.β
You squeezed his hand softly, a comforting gesture that spoke volumes without words. βBecause you deserve it.β
His hands moves on your cheeks gently, cupping your face and bring it close to his, his lips ghosting yours for a moment before his mouth collide against you gently - but fill with passion. He's in a pure need of attention and gentle touches. You kiss him back with the same feeling because you are slowly realising how much you are in love with this man.
As the kiss continue, as your lips keeps going for his, his hands slips on the back pocket of your jeans making you squirm a little against his lips, "J-jisung.."
"Please."
"Not now okay?" you coo as your thumb brush against his bottom lip gently, for how badly you want his hands on you, the moment is not the best. He press his lips together before pressing them gently against your thumb. "Okay, you're right."
The night dragged on, the quiet moments shared between you filled with unspoken understanding. You sat together in the dim glow of the living room lamp, sharing stories and reminiscing about simpler times, anything to ease the tension between you.
As the sky began to lighten with the first rays of dawn, Jisung finally spoke again. βShe still doesnβt want to see me. But maybeβ¦ if she sees you here with me, sheβll feel safe enough to come out.β
You squeezed his hand gently. βIβll be here. For both of you.β
He nodded slowly, a sense of peace washing over him at your words. Even in the quiet of the morning, the weight of the previous night hadnβt completely lifted, but it was a step forwardβhowever small.
Just as the sun started to rise, a soft shuffle came from Seyeonβs room. Her small voice called out quietly, unsure yet hopeful. βDaddy?β
Jisungβs breath hitched, and without thinking, he moved toward the door. βSweetcheeks?β
Slowly, the door creaked open, revealing a timid, tear-streaked face. Her motherβs protective instincts were evident, but her little eyes searched for something familiarβsomething safe.
βCome here, sweet girl,β Jisung whispered, his voice gentle and full of love. He knelt down, opening his arms wide, and Seyeon stepped into them hesitantly. He wrapped her up in a tight embrace, her tiny arms clinging to him like a lifeline.
βI was scared,β she murmured against his shoulder, her voice barely audible.
βI know, baby,β Jisung said softly, rocking her gently. βBut youβre safe now. Youβre with me.β
You watched from a distance, your heart swelling with emotion. Watching Jisung finally connect with his daughter after the turmoil gave you a sense of purpose that was hard to explain. He deserved to be her rock, just as she deserved to lean on him.
After a few moments, Seyeon lifted her head, her tear-streaked face searching for yours. βy/n,β she said softly, her small voice tinged with curiosity. βYou stayed?β
You smiled warmly, crouching down to her level. βOf course I did, sweetie. I told you, Iβm here for both of you.β
Itβs almost midnight of a random Wednesday when your phone buzz with a jisungβs text asking you to come to his apartment for a small stay in date, youβre over the edge. You missed him, you missed your boyfriend because the last week you couldnβt see him β he was too busy working, Seyeon stayed with her mother an addictional weekend and your essays were one on top of the other in your desk. So when he asked you to be there in 10 minutes, you were already taking the bus to his house. You didnβt dressed up, you just casually put a comfortable sweater on and a skirt just how he seems to like you.
When you knock at the door his happy smile makes you feel immidiately at home. βHey, beautiful,β Jisung greets, leaning against the doorframe with a playful smirk. His messy hair and soft hoodie make him look effortlessly perfect, and the way his eyes rake over you sends a shiver down your spine. βYou didnβt make me wait long, did you?β
You roll your eyes but canβt stop the grin spreading across your face. βNot everyone has the luxury of teleporting, Sungie. The bus takes time.β
He chuckles, stepping aside to let you in. βYou couldβve run here. I wouldβve been worth it.β
His teasing tone is matched with a flirtatious glance, and before you can come up with a witty reply, his hands find your waist as soon as the door closes. He pulls you in, the familiar warmth of his touch melting away the stress of your week. His lips brush your temple, then your cheek, lingering just enough to make your heartbeat quicken.
βYou smell like heaven,β he murmurs, his voice low and velvety. His lips find your ear, and you swear you can feel his smile. βAnd you look even better than I imagined.β
Your face heats up as you lightly shove his chest. βyouβre saying this knowing damn well how I loove.β
He catches your hands and holds them against his chest, his grin widening. βmaybe yes, maybe no. Thatβs up to you.β
The warmth in his eyes makes your knees weak, but before you can drown in his gaze, he tugs you further inside. The living room is dimly lit, fairy lights draped across the walls casting a soft glow over the space. A cozy blanket is spread across the couch, and the coffee table holds a bottle of soda β because he knows you donβt like to drink and he secretly appreciate that, two glasses, and a bowl of popcorn.
Jisung notices your eyes scanning the setup and tugs at your hand to pull you closer. βNothing fancy,β he says, feigning nonchalance, βbut I figured you deserve a little break. Just us,Β we didnβt had that many dates due my schedules and your exams.β
Your heart swells as he leads you to the couch. The air between you is thick with anticipation, his hand lingering on yours as you sit. He leans in close, his knee brushing against yours. βSo,β he starts, his voice dropping an octave, βhow much did you miss me?β
You try to stay composed, but his proximity and the mischievous glint in his eye make it impossible. βEnough to take the bus at almost midnight,β you reply, meeting his gaze.
His smile turns sly as he shifts even closer, his lips mere inches from yours. βOnly enough for that?β he teases, his voice a breathy whisper. βGuess Iβll have to work harder to make you miss me more.β
Before you can answer, his hand cups your cheek, and he closes the distance between you. His lips are soft and warm, moving against yours with a tenderness that quickly turns intoxicating. The world outside fades away as you lose yourself in himβhis touch, his scent, the way he tastes like home.
When he finally pulls back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his voice is husky. βYouβre mine tonight. No essays, no kids, no stressβjust us. Deal?β
You nod, breathless, already sinking into the haven heβs created. βDeal.β
Jisung smiles against your lips as you kiss him again, his hands still cradling your face like youβre the most delicate thing in the world. He pulls back just far enough to see your flushed cheeks and dazed expression, his own grin soft and full of affection.
βCome on,β he murmurs, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
He leads you to the couch, settling you into the corner where the blankets are piled. He sits down beside you and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as if heβs trying to shield you from the rest of the world. The faint hum of the fairy lights fills the air, along with the soft rustle of the blanket as he tucks it over both of you.
You relax against him, your head naturally finding its place on his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, and the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with his own warmth makes you sigh in contentment. He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
The two of you stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, the outside world a distant memory. Jisung shifts slightly, adjusting the blanket and pulling you closer, his fingers now absentmindedly running through your hair.
βWhat are we watching?β you ask eventually, your voice muffled against his chest.
He chuckles softly, his chest vibrating against you. βNothing yet. I got too distracted by you.β
You playfully swat his side, but he only laughs, pulling you even closer. βAlright, alright,β he relents, reaching for the remote. βLetβs pick something cozy. Youβre the boss tonight.β
You glance at the screen as he scrolls through the options, his free hand never leaving your waist. After some debate, you settle on a rom-com, one of your favorites that he insists heβs never seen but secretly knows by heart.
As the movie plays, Jisungβs commentary is both endearing and hilarious, his whispered quips earning giggles from you that he seems determined to keep coming. When you laugh too hard, he presses a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering as he whispers, βI love that sound.β
His lips find your neck, leaving soft pecks long the way, your hands instinctively clutch at his hoodie as his lips find your neck, pressing soft, deliberate kisses that make your heart race. He takes his time, his touch unhurried, as if savoring every second. When he reaches the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, he lingers, his lips brushing over your skin with maddening gentleness.
βYou smell so good,β he murmurs against your neck, his voice a low rasp that sends a thrill down your spine. His teeth graze your skin lightly, and your grip on his hoodie tightens.
βJisung,β you say again, your voice a mix of a plea and a warning. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your neck.
βWhat?β he asks, feigning innocence as his lips press another kiss just below your collarbone. βIβm just making up for lost time.β
You tilt your head slightly, giving him more access despite yourself. His hands slide to your waist, steadying you as he continues to kiss and nuzzle your neck. Each press of his lips feels like fire and electricity, sending sparks through your entire body.
βMissed you,β he whispers, his voice barely audible. The tenderness in his words is enough to make your heart clench, and you canβt help but pull him closer.
βI missed you too,β you admit, your fingers tangling in his hair. He lifts his head just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with affectionβand something more.
βYouβre so beautiful,β he says softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he leans in to kiss you again, this time on your lips. Itβs slow and deliberate, a kiss that feels like a promise.Β
Your hands slips on the elm of his hoodie, removing it from his body and you cannoβt stop looking. The tattoos on his torso are incredibly attractive, broad shoulders, thin waist adorned with prominent abdominal muscles, before reaching a v-line that leads into his boxers. Youβre wide eyed, youβre fingers are itching to touch his toned skin, βdamn.β
He shrugs nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. βare you that surprised?β
βwell yeah for your age-β You smirk causing him to pout. βhey!β
His arms moves around your waist, lifting you from the ground and placing your stomach against his shoulder, you kicks lightly your legs in the air, βJisung you better put me down!β
Giggles fills the apartment as he hold you with an arm around your waist and the other patting playfully your ass, βnah, I can carry you easily like this.β
βButββ
βNo buts, youβre not a kid and tonight youβre my girl to pleasure.β His words are warm and they make you blush when you step into his room, a smile growing in your lips and another laugh left your lungs when he kindly let you lay on the bed, your back against the sheets that smells like him.
βYou areββ he swallow lightly, his fingers tracing the elm of your shorts, βbeautiful. Breathtaking.βΒ
Your clothes end up quickly on the floor, his hands roaming all over your body, tracing your skin and trying to get every single part touched by him, he wants you to forget about the past partners and remember only him. Him and his smile, him and his giggles, his soft and kind voice.Β
The arch of your back makes him shiver, itβs a scene of a movie, his index trace from between your breasts to the sweet roll of your tummy, making you chuckle, βare you having fun?β
βVery. And you?β His eyes looks for confirm, your nods is enough for his finger to run over your belly button. Heβs teasing you, you can tell. It tickles you. βJisung donβt tease me.β
βWhat they say? waiting increases desire,β You roll his eyes at your boyfriendβs smirk.
βYou say that to your kid,β he squeeze his eyes a little, shaking his head quickly almost to remove a thought from his mind, βdonβt.. donβt say that!β
A small noise of surprise falls from your lips, just as he lean to kiss you softly to shut you up βΒ he need more. The hand on your waist pulls you closer and at the same time, he presses his lips harder against yours. His lips mold into yours, spit gathering in his mouth from hunger.Β
His hands spread apart your legs wide, making you squeak at the sudden action, his hands grips your hips raising them enough for his dick to rub against your folds, βyouβre teasing me again.β
Your purrs makes his skin shivers, βdo you want me that bad?β he bend over you, his nose nudge against yours gently as you smile, the intimacy of the moment makes your pussy get wetter.Β Β
His hands grip your waist tightly as he feels your wet heat taking him inch by inch, βFuuuuck, how many times have I dreamt about this?β He hiss, youβre absolutely enjoying this.Β
Jisung is stretching you out so good, as his cock is rubbing over that sweet spot inside you. Heβs enjoying the view, youβre hidden eyes, the way your tits are bouncing when he push deeper in you. Itβs been a while since he fucked someone and it felt this good, itβs really hard for him to not come yet.
βIβm so close.. jisung.β Youβre moans filled his room, your head moved backward making him grunt under his breath, he pulls out stroking his shaft in a rough manner, βno.. no cum inside.β
βA-are you sure?β Your hand reach for his tip gently, brushing the tip with his thumb making his hips moving forward for his touch, you guide his cock back inside you, your walls squeezing him again as he start to thrust into you faster than before, rougher, raw. Itβs a feeling that makes your feel full, the light bulge in your low stomach makes him with a cocky smirk, βoh look how deep I am.β
He brushes his fingers over your skin, making you whimper, your legs tight around his waist, βo-oh Godβ Jisung..β Your legs shakes in pleasure as he cums deep in you, his forehead resting against your shoulder.
He slowly moves to lay beside you, trying to catch some breath after the intensity of your love making. The room is bathed in a warm, golden glow from the bedside lamp as you and Jisung lay tangled together beneath the covers. His arm is draped lazily around your waist, his fingers drawing absentminded circles on your skin. You feel utterly at peace, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your ear.
But then, he breaks the silence with a dramatic sigh.
βY/n,β he says, his voice filled with mock seriousness. βI need to tell you something. Something big.β
You tilt your head to look up at him, his expression so over-the-top that you canβt help but giggle. βWhat is it, Sungie? Did you run out of snacks again?β
βNo,β he groans, throwing his free hand over his forehead like a tragic hero in a melodrama. βItβs worse. Much worse.β
You raise an eyebrow, biting back another laugh. βWorse than running out of snacks? Now Iβm worried.β
He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow and staring down at you with wide, comically serious eyes. βIβm not ready to be a dad again,β he declares, his voice filled with mock despair. βI barely survived the first time.β
It takes you a second to process his words, and then you burst into laughter. βWhat are you even talking about? Youβre an amazing dad to Seyeon!β
βThatβs not the point!β he retorts, wagging a finger at you like a professor giving a lecture. βSeyeonβs a literal angel. She eats her vegetables, brushes her teeth without a fight, and even says please and thank you. Do you know how rare that is?β
You nod, still laughing. βSo whatβs the problem?β
He flops back down onto the pillows, groaning dramatically. βThe problem is, Iβve been spoiled! What if the next kid is a little gremlin? What if they refuse to eat anything except chicken nuggets and demand a bedtime storyΒ andΒ a TED Talk every night before bed?β
You cover your mouth to stifle your laughter as he continues, his arms flailing for emphasis. βAnd donβt even get me started on the diapers. Do you have any idea how many diapers I changed with Seyeon? Enough to build a small fortress! I couldβve gone pro in diaper-changing.β
You snuggle closer, resting your chin on his chest as you grin up at him. βSo what Iβm hearing is... youβre scared of tiny humans.β
βTerrified,β he says, nodding solemnly. βTiny humans are unpredictable. One minute theyβre giggling at your funny faces, and the next, theyβre crying because you didnβt let them eat crayons.β
βYouβre being dramatic,β you tease, poking his side. βBut for the record, I think youβd do just fine if we ever had another one. Youβre kind, patient, and you have a way of making even the most boring things fun.β
He blinks at you, his dramatic persona melting away for a moment as he smiles softly. βYou really think so?β
βI know so,β you say, pressing a kiss to his chest.
He sighs, his smile turning playful again. βOkay.β
βbut why did we started to talk about kids all of the sudden?β
βi.. cummed inside,β you laugh, pulling him into a hug.
As he wraps his arms around you, his voice softens. βDonβt tease me! Itβs serious, I donβt.. I donβt think we can be pregnant yet. Seyeon barely know that we are together.β
βAgreed,β you murmur, resting your head against his chest again. His hand resumes its lazy circles on your back, and soon, the room is filled with nothing but the sound of your shared laughter and steady breathing. βAnd for the record, I take the pill.β
He sigh in relief, making you laugh louder.
Itβs a quiet Saturday morning, and the three of youβJisung, Seyeon, and youβare sitting in the living room. Seyeon is sprawled on the floor, surrounded by a sea of coloring books and crayons, her little tongue sticking out in concentration as she carefully colors a unicorn. Jisung is on the couch, his legs stretched out lazily, while you sit beside him, close enough that your knees occasionally bump.
βDaddy,β Seyeon says, not looking up from her masterpiece, βwhatβs your favorite color?β
Jisung leans forward, pretending to ponder the question deeply. βHmm, thatβs a tough one. I like... whatever color y/n likes.β
You look at him in surprise, your cheeks heating up. βWhat?β you ask, laughing nervously. βWhy?β
βBecause,β he says with a playful shrug, βitβs always a safe bet to like what y/n likes. She has excellent taste.β
Seyeon looks up at him, her crayon paused mid-stroke. βWhat if she likes rainbow? Thatβs all the colors, Daddy.β
βThen I like rainbow,β Jisung declares confidently, shooting you a wink.
A few minutes later, Seyeon holds up her finished unicorn drawing, beaming with pride. βLook, Daddy! Look, y/nie!β
βWow!β Jisung exclaims, clapping his hands dramatically. βThatβs amazing, sweetheart. y/n, donβt you think Seyeonβs got the best artistic talent ever?β
You nod enthusiastically. βAbsolutely. Sheβs a little Picasso.β
Seyeon grins, clearly pleased with the praise. Then Jisung leans down toward her, his tone suddenly conspiratorial. βYou know,β he says, βY/n has been helping you so much lately. I think she deserves a big thank-you, donβt you?β
Seyeon nods eagerly. βThank you, y/n!β
βAw, youβre welcome, sweetie,β you say, reaching over to ruffle her hair.
Jisung isnβt done, though. βBut,β he adds, his voice taking on a teasing tone, βdonβt you think y/n is super nice and pretty, too? Like, theΒ best nanny ever?β
Seyeon blinks up at him, then looks at you, her face scrunching in thought. βYeah, y/n is really pretty. And she makes the best sandwiches. Daddy, do you like her?β
The room goes still for a moment, and you feel your face heat up. Jisung, however, takes it in stride, a sly smile spreading across his lips. βOf course I like her,β he says, leaning back casually. βSheβs amazing. Donβt you think itβd be nice if she stayed with usΒ forever?β
Seyeon tilts her head, her tiny brows furrowing. βLike... forever forever?β
Jisung nods, looking entirely too pleased with himself. βForever forever.β
You clear your throat, trying to suppress a laugh. βOkay, letβs not confuse her,β you say, shooting him a look.
Seyeon, ever the perceptive child, turns her gaze to you. βDo you want to stay forever, y/n?β
Caught off guard, you stammer, βWell, IβI mean, I really like being here with you and your daddy. Butββ
βShe does,β Jisung interrupts smoothly, cutting you off with a grin. βShe just doesnβt know it yet.β
βDaddy,β Seyeon says matter-of-factly, βyouβre being weird.β
Jisung laughs, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. βMaybe. But Iβm also right.β
You shake your head, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as Seyeon goes back to her coloring. Jisung catches your eye, his grin softening into something more sincere. Itβs a moment that lingers just a little too long, and when you look away, you can still feel his gaze on you.
The morning slips into the soft, lazy hum of afternoon, with Seyeon bouncing between coloring, her favorite cartoons, and occasionally running to grab snacks from the kitchen. You and Jisung remain in the living room, comfortably settled on the couch, though his occasional remarks keep you on edgeβplayfully, of course.
As Seyeon gets engrossed in her show, Jisung leans toward you, his voice dropping low enough so only you can hear. βYou know,β he starts, his tone light and teasing, βI wasnβt kidding earlier.β
You glance at him, narrowing your eyes. βAbout what?β
βAbout you staying forever.β His grin is playful, but thereβs an unmistakable warmth in his eyes that makes your breath hitch.
βJisung,β you whisper, glancing nervously at Seyeon, whoβs still focused on the TV. βYou canβt just say stuff like that.β
βWhy not?β he asks, leaning his chin on his hand as if youβre having the most casual conversation in the world. βItβs true. I mean, Seyeon already loves you, you make the best sandwiches, andβletβs be honestβI think Iβd be a little lost without you around.β
You try to play it off, rolling your eyes even as your cheeks heat up. βYouβre being dramatic again.β
βIβm not!β he protests, his voice a little louder now. Seyeon turns briefly to look at him, and he quickly softens his tone. βIβm just saying... this house feels a lot warmer when youβre in it.β
You bite your lip, unsure how to respond. Before you can think of something, Seyeon pipes up from her spot on the floor, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.
βDaddy, can we have pancakes tomorrow?β she asks, twisting around to look at him.
βOf course, sweetie,β Jisung says with a bright smile. Then, without missing a beat, he adds, βMaybe y/n will help me make them. Or, you know, we could have y/nΒ Β make all the pancakesΒ forever.β
βForever pancakes!β Seyeon cheers, throwing her hands in the air. She doesnβt fully understand what heβs implying, but she giggles anyway, clearly enjoying the idea.
Before you can respond, she climbs onto the couch, wedging herself between the two of you with all the confidence of a child who knows sheβs the center of your world. She looks up at Jisung with big, curious eyes.
βDaddy, do you love y/n?β
The question hangs in the air, and you feel like your heart has stopped. Jisung, however, doesnβt miss a beat. He glances at you, a playful twinkle in his eye, before turning to his daughter.
βOf course I love y/n,β he says, his tone warm and sincere. βSheβs very special to us, donβt you think?β
Seyeon nods seriously. βYeah, sheβs the best.β
Your heart melts at the sight of her little face lit up with pure affection. Jisung, ever the opportunist, takes the moment to slide an arm around both you and Seyeon, pulling you closer.
βSee?β he murmurs, his voice dropping just for you. βI think itβs unanimous. Youβre stuck with us.β
Seyeon claps her hands. βY/n forever!β she declares, leaning against you with a contented sigh. Jisung winks at you over her head, and you canβt help but laugh. Maybe staying forever isnβt such a bad idea after all.
Youβre folding laundry on a quiet Sunday afternoon when Jisung walks into the room, Seyeon bouncing happily on his hip. His face lights up when he sees you, and you smile back instinctively. Moments like theseβthe easy rhythm of life in their homeβalways warm your heart, even as they sometimes leave you wondering if you truly belong here in the way Jisungβs lingering glances suggest.
βHey, y/n,β Jisung says casually, though thereβs a certain energy to his tone that immediately puts you on alert. βI was thinking...β
βThatβs always dangerous,β you tease, setting down the shirt you were folding.
He grins, undeterred. βHa ha, very funny. No, seriously. Weβre heading out of town for the holidays, just a little cabin getaway. Me, Seyeon... her mom.β He pauses, gauging your reaction. βAnd I thought itβd be really nice if you came with us.β
You freeze mid-fold, your mind racing. Did he justβ?
Seyeon perks up at the mention of you. βY/nβs coming? Yay! Youβll build snowmen with me, right?β
Your heart clenches at her excitement, but your nerves are quick to set in. βOh, um... I donβt know,β you say hesitantly, glancing at Jisung. βI wouldnβt want to intrude or anything.β
βIntrude?β Jisung repeats, laughing softly. βY/n, youβre family. Youβre basically Seyeonβs favorite person in the worldβafter me, of course,β he adds with a wink.
βAnd Mommy,β Seyeon chimes in cheerfully, her little voice oblivious to the awkward undercurrent her words create.
You force a smile, your anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. The idea of spending the holidays with Jisung, Seyeon, and her mother feels... complicated. What if itβs awkward? What if her mom doesnβt like the idea of you being there? What if you misread all of Jisungβs hints and youβre overstepping your place in their lives?
βI donβt know, Jisung,β you say softly, busying yourself with folding another shirt. βIt sounds like a family thing. I donβt want to get in the way.β
He sets Seyeon down, and she scampers off to find her crayons. As soon as sheβs out of earshot, Jisung steps closer, his expression softening. βY/n, listen. I know it might feel... weird. But itβs not like that, I promise. Seyeon adores you, and I want you there becauseβwell, because I want you there. You make everything better, even the holidays.β
His sincerity catches you off guard, and you look up at him, your cheeks warming. βAre you sure her mom will be okay with it? I donβt want to cause any tension.β
Jisung waves off your concern with a casual shrug. βSheβs fine with it. Weβve talked about it already. Things between us are purely about co-parenting now, nothing else. She knows how important you are to Seyeonβand to me.β
Your heart skips a beat at the way he says those last words, but you still hesitate. βItβs just... a lot. I donβt want to make anyone uncomfortable.β
Jisung steps closer, his hand brushing yours. βY/N,β he says softly, his gaze locking with yours. βYouβre not just Seyeonβs nanny. Youβre part of this family, whether you realize it or not. The holidays wouldnβt feel right without you there.β
His words settle over you like a warm blanket, melting away some of your anxiety. You glance toward the living room, where Seyeon is happily humming to herself as she colors. Sheβs so excited about the idea of you coming, and Jisungβs earnestness is hard to resist.
βOkay,β you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper. βIβll come.β
Jisungβs face lights up with a smile that makes your heart flutter. βThatβs my girl,β he says, squeezing your hand briefly before pulling away.
As you watch him walk back to Seyeon, your nerves remain, but theyβre tempered by something elseβsomething warmer. Maybe this holiday wonβt be as daunting as you think. Maybe, just maybe, itβll be exactly what you need to feel like you truly belong.
Oh, if only you knew how bad the things were turning to.
The cabin was quiet except for the faint crackle of the fireplace. Seyeon had just fallen asleep after an evening of snow angels and hot chocolate, and you were in your room, giving Jisung and his ex some space to talk. They hadnβt had a real conversation in a long time, and tonight seemed like the right timeβat least thatβs what Jisung had said.
But now, standing in the dimly lit living room, he wasnβt so sure.
βSo,β she started, her arms crossed defensively as she leaned against the mantle. βWhatβs this really about, Jisung? Youβre acting like everythingβs fine, like we can play happy families for Seyeonβs sake, but we both know itβs not that simple.β
Jisung sighed, running a hand through his hair. βItβs not about playing happy families. Itβs about doing whatβs best for her. She deserves stability, and I thought we were finally in a place where we could at least pretend to get along.β
βPretend,β she repeated bitterly, a harsh laugh escaping her lips. βRight. Because pretending fixes everything. Like it fixed us?β
βThis isnβt about us,β Jisung snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. He softened his tone, taking a step closer. βItβs about Seyeon. Sheβs happy. She feels safe. Isnβt that what matters?β
Her eyes narrowed, and she straightened up, her posture rigid. βDonβt act like youβre the only one thinking about her, Jisung. Iβve been doing this alone for years while you were too busy chasing your career. Youβre lucky she even knows you.β
The words hit him like a punch to the gut, and his jaw clenched. βThatβs not fair,β he said quietly, his voice laced with hurt. βIβve done everything I can to be here for her. I love her.β
βAnd yet you werenβt there when she needed you the most,β she shot back, her voice cracking. βWhen she had her first fever, when she started school, when she cried herself to sleep asking why Daddy wasnβt home.β
Jisung flinched, his shoulders sagging under the weight of her words. βI know I made mistakes. I wasnβt there as much as I should have been, and Iβll regret that forever. But Iβm here now. Doesnβt that count for something?β
She shook her head, tears glistening in her eyes. βYou think you can just walk back in and fix everything with your charm and your promises, but life doesnβt work that way. You canβt undo the past, Jisung. And you canβt expect me to forget it, either.β
βIβm not asking you to forget,β he said, his voice trembling with frustration. βIβm asking you to see that Iβm trying. For her. For all of us.β
βAll of us?β she scoffed, bitterness dripping from her words. βLetβs not pretend this is about βus.β Youβve already moved on, havenβt you? BringingΒ herΒ here, parading her around like sheβs some kind of replacement.β
βY/n isnβt a replacement,β Jisung said firmly, his eyes blazing. βSheβs a part of Seyeonβs life, and sheβs been nothing but good for her.β
βMaybe,β she admitted, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. βBut you donβt get to rewrite history, Jisung. You donβt get to act like the perfect father now and expect me to just go along with it.β
The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating. Jisung looked at her, his expression a mix of anger and heartbreak.
βIβm not trying to rewrite history,β he said finally, his voice quiet but steady. βIβm just trying to be better. For Seyeon. If you canβt see that... then I donβt know what else to say.β
She turned away, her back to him as she stared into the flickering flames. βMaybe thereβs nothing left to say,β she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Jisung stood there for a moment, his fists clenched at his sides, before he turned and walked away, the weight of her words pressing down on him like a storm cloud.
The air between them was thick with unresolved tension, and as he disappeared down the hallway, she didnβt call after him.
In the quiet of the cabin, the distance between them felt more insurmountable than ever.
The first couple of days passed in relative peace, but by the third morning, it was clear something was off.
It started small: Seyeonβs mother, would βaccidentallyβ leave you out of conversations, her voice dropping to a whisper with Jisung whenever you walked into the room. She rearranged the kitchen supplies youβd neatly organized to prepare breakfast, then acted oblivious when you couldnβt find anything. Once, she even laughed and said, βOh, you must not spend much time in kitchens,β with a pointed glance at Jisung.
You brushed it off at first. This was her time with Seyeon, too, and you didnβt want to stir up unnecessary drama. But her passive-aggressive behavior only escalated.
When you offered to take Seyeon sledding, she suddenly announced that theyβd already planned to go without you. You stayed behind, feeling awkward and unsure of your place. When they returned, her mother made a point of loudly recounting how much fun theyβd had, conveniently forgetting to include Jisungβs praise about how Seyeon wouldnβt stop asking for you while they were out.
At dinner one evening, she served everyone but you. When you politely got up to grab your own plate, she laughed. βOh, sorry! I didnβt realize you were joining us for every meal.β
You bit your tongue, plastering on a smile. βI didnβt mean to impose.β
Jisung, oblivious, simply passed you the serving spoon with a wink. βY/nβs practically family,β he said, not noticing the way her jaw tightened.
That night, as you tucked Seyeon into bed, she wrapped her little arms around your neck and whispered, βMommy says youβre just visiting. But I want you to stay forever.β
Her words made your heart ache, but you only smiled, brushing her hair back gently. βIβll always be here for you, sweetie.β
The next morning, the mother pulled out all the stops. She insisted on decorating Christmas cookies with Seyeon, making a big show of asking Jisung for help. βItβs our little family tradition,β she said sweetly, her eyes flicking to you as she emphasized the wordΒ family.
You excused yourself, claiming you needed to catch up on reading. But as you sat on the couch with an open book in your lap, you couldnβt concentrate. You could hear their laughter from the kitchen, and every time her voice rang out, you felt smaller and smaller.
Jisung seemed none the wiser, though you couldnβt blame him. she moves were subtle, designed to push you out of the picture without outright confrontation. And you didnβt want to ruin the holidays for him or Seyeon by bringing it up.
But by the time Christmas Eve rolled around, your patience was wearing thin. You were helping Jisung set the table for dinner when she walked in, holding a tray of desserts sheβd made with Seyeon.
βOh, Jisung,β she said in a syrupy tone, βremember the first Christmas we spent together? You couldnβt stop eating my cookies.β
Jisung chuckled, not catching the tension in the room. βYeah, you always did make great cookies.β
She smirked, turning to you. βDid you try baking with Seyeon yet? Itβs a bit of a skill, you know.β
You opened your mouth to reply, but Jisung beat you to it. βY/nβs amazing with Seyeon,β he said, smiling warmly. βShe doesnβt need to bake to prove that.β
For the first time, his ex faltered, her expression slipping before she covered it with a tight smile. βOf course,β she said, turning back to the tray.
But as the evening wore on, her petty jabs continued, each one chipping away at your resolve. You kept your head high, smiling and nodding through it all, but when the night ended and you finally retreated to your room, you felt exhausted.
You sat on the edge of the bed, your hands trembling with the weight of it all. You wanted to tell Jisungβdesperatelyβbut the thought of burdening him during the holidays, or worse, causing tension between him and her, kept you silent.
Christmas morning dawned bright and snowy, the cabin blanketed in a pristine layer of white. You could hear Seyeonβs excited voice echoing through the halls as she begged Jisung to wake up and open presents. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and despite the tension brewing under the surface, you pulled yourself out of bed and resolved to make the day as joyful as possible for her.
By the time you made it to the living room, the mother was already there, sitting cross-legged by the tree and sipping her coffee. Her gaze flicked to you briefly before she turned her attention back to Seyeon, who was bouncing on Jisungβs lap.
βGood morning,β you said softly, offering a polite smile.
The older girl raised her mug in response but didnβt say anything. Jisung, oblivious to the exchange, grinned at you. βMorning, sleepyhead. Coffeeβs in the kitchen.β
You nodded and slipped into the kitchen to pour yourself a cup. When you returned, Seyeon was already tearing into the first of her presents, her delighted squeals filling the room. You took a seat on the couch, watching her with a warm smile as Jisung handed her another brightly wrapped package.
βThis oneβs from y/n,β he said, holding the gift out to her.
Seyeonβs eyes lit up, and she practically lunged for it. βFrom y/n?β she asked, tearing into the wrapping paper. βYay!β
As she pulled out the set of art supplies youβd chosen for her, her face lit up with pure joy. βThank you, y/n!β she cried, running over to throw her arms around you.
You hugged her tightly, your heart swelling. βYouβre welcome, sweetheart. I hope you make lots of beautiful pictures with them.β
βOf course I will!β she said, running back to show Jisung and her mother her new treasures.
Jisungβs ex smile was tight, but she said nothing, instead turning her attention to the next present.
As the morning went on, the tension simmered just beneath the surface. Her comments were subtle but pointed, from joking about Jisungβs taste in gifts to making unnecessary remarks about your relationship with Seyeon.
When you offered to help clean up the wrapping paper, she waved you off with an overly sweet smile. βOh, donβt worry about it, y/n. Iβm sure youβre used to tidying up after Seyeon, but this is a family tradition.β
You swallowed the retort rising in your throat and busied yourself picking up stray ribbons instead. Jisung was too preoccupied with helping Seyeon assemble a toy to notice the slight, and you decided not to draw attention to it.
Later, during lunch, his ex decided to needle further.
βSo, y/n,β she began, her tone light but her eyes sharp. βWhat are your plans for the new year? I imagine youβll be looking for other opportunities soon, right?β
Jisung frowned, looking up from his plate. βWhat do you mean?β
βOh, nothing,β she said with a shrug, taking a sip of her wine. βItβs just that being a nanny isnβt exactly a long-term career, is it? How long is that girl working for you now? 9, 10 months?β
You felt your cheeks flush, and you opened your mouth to respond, but Jisung beat you to it.
βY/nβs not just Seyeonβs nanny,β he said firmly, his tone laced with irritation. βSheβs part of this family. And sheβs not going anywhere.β
She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a faint smile. βOf course not,β she said smoothly, though her eyes betrayed her displeasure.
You busied yourself with your food, your appetite gone. Jisungβs words were kind, but they only seemed to add fuel to Miraeβs passive-aggressive fire.
By the time the day wound down, you were emotionally drained. Seyeon had fallen asleep on the couch, clutching one of her new toys, and Jisung had carried her off to bed. Mirae was sitting by the fire, scrolling through her phone, when you finally decided to head to your room.
As you passed her, she spoke without looking up. βYou know,β she said, her tone casual, βJisungβs always been good at seeing the best in people. But that doesnβt mean everyone belongs in his life forever.β
You stopped, your breath catching in your throat. For a moment, you considered responding, but you quickly decided against it. Instead, you turned and walked away, her words echoing in your mind.
Lying in bed that night, you stared at the ceiling, your heart heavy. No matter how much Jisung reassured you, her actions had a way of making you feel like an outsider. And while you didnβt want to let her win, you couldnβt shake the feeling that maybe she was rightβmaybe you didnβt belong here after all.
The days after Christmas continued to weigh heavily on you. You kept your distance from her, as much for your own sanity as to avoid any further confrontations. But the further away you emotionally distanced yourself from her, the more distant you became from Jisung too.
You saw the way he looked at you, the concerned glances he gave when you withdrew into yourself during meals or stayed behind while he and Seyeon went outside to play in the snow. He was starting to notice the quietness, the way you didnβt laugh as easily anymore, how you seemed to put distance between yourself and everything they shared.
βHey,β Jisung said softly one evening, after Seyeon had gone to bed. You were sitting by the window, watching the snow fall in silence. He sat down beside you, his hand gently brushing yours. βWhatβs going on with you?β
You looked away, your fingers tightening around the edge of your sweater. βNothing. Iβm fine.β
He frowned, his brows knitting together in concern. βbaby, come on. Youβve been like this all week. I know somethingβs bothering you.β
You let out a breath, your gaze fixed on the snow falling in the distance. βItβs just... Seyeonβs mother.β
Jisung sighed, leaning back in his chair. βI shouldβve known. I told you, Iβll handle her. You donβt have to deal with her alone.β
You shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. βItβs not just her. Sheβs been trying to make me feel like an outsider. And itβs working.β
Jisungβs expression softened, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. βShe doesnβt get to dictate how we feel, love. Youβre important to us. To Seyeon and me.β
βI know that,β you said quietly, your voice trembling. βBut it doesnβt feel that way when she keeps pushing me away.β
βI see it too,β he admitted, his hand squeezing yours gently. βSheβs been petty, and itβs not right. But you canβt let her win by pulling away from me too.β
You glanced at him, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. βI donβt want to hurt you,β you said softly, your voice breaking. βBut I canβt keep pretending it doesnβt bother me.β
He let out a breath, leaning his forehead against yours. βYouβre not pretending. I can see it. And it hurts me too.β
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you blinked rapidly, trying to hold them back. βI donβt know what to do,β you whispered, your voice barely a breath.
βWeβll figure it out together,β Jisung said firmly. βBut you canβt shut me out. Not when Iβm trying to make things better for you.β
βIβm scared,β you admitted, the weight of everything pressing down on your chest. βThat no matter how much you try, it wonβt ever be enough.β
Jisung cupped your face in his hands, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his. βThen let me try harder. Please angel.β
The sincerity in his voice broke something inside you, and you finally let the tears fall, your body trembling against his embrace. βI want to trust you,β you said, your voice a whisper. βBut she makes it so hard.β
He held you tighter, his warmth enveloping you in a cocoon of love and comfort. βWeβll get through this,β he whispered against your hair. βI promise.β
The next morning, the cabin was quiet. Seyeon and her mother had gone for an early walk through the snowy woods, leaving the house blissfully empty. Jisung had spent the night thinking about how to make things right, how to remind you that he caredβtruly caredβand that nothing his ex said could take that away.
When he found you sitting by the window, staring out into the snowy landscape with a distant look in your eyes, he knew it was time.
βHey,β he said softly, gently nudging your shoulder. βWhat do you say we spend the day together? Just us.β
You glanced at him, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at your lips. βJust us?β
βJust us,β he confirmed, his eyes sincere. βSeyeon and her mom are out all day. Itβll just be you and me.β
You hesitated for a moment, the quiet tension in the air between you making it hard to let go of your worries. But then his hand reached for yours, steady and warm, and you felt your resolve soften.
βIβd like that,β you said softly.
The day was crisp and clear, the snow untouched, and the silence between you and Jisung was comfortable. You walked hand in hand through the frosted woods, your breath forming tiny clouds in the cold air.
βYou donβt have to worry about her you know,β Jisung said quietly, breaking the silence. βNot today. Today is just aboutΒ us.β
You nodded, letting his words settle into your heart. βItβs hard, though. Hard not to think about everything.β
βI know,β he murmured, pulling you a little closer. βBut we donβt have to carry that weight right now. Letβs just be us.β
You both kept walking, the crunch of snow beneath your boots the only sound between you. The crisp air stung your cheeks, but Jisungβs warmth radiating from his coat and his hand in yours made you feel grounded.
After a while, he stopped walking, tugging you gently to a nearby bench tucked between the trees. You sat down together, the snow falling softly around you.
βThis is nice,β you said, leaning into him slightly.
βYeah,β he agreed, brushing a snowflake from your hair. βItβs perfect.β
For a while, you just sat in comfortable silence, the world around you feeling far away. Eventually, Jisung broke the quiet with a soft, playful nudge.
βSo, what do you want to do next?β he asked with a smile, his voice teasing. βSnowball fight? Sledding?β
You laughed, shaking your head. βYouβre not going to win a snowball fight, Jisung.β
βOh, you donβt know that,β he said with mock confidence. βI was a champion in school.β
You rolled your eyes, playfully shoving his shoulder. βYouβre delusional.β
He laughed, his entire face lighting up. βOkay, fine. Weβll skip the snowball fight. But you owe me something fun.β
You looked up at him, your heart swelling at how easy it felt to be with him, to simply enjoy each otherβs company. βYouβre lucky youβre cute.β
βAnd youβre lucky youβre stuck with me,β he teased, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your temple.
Jisung held you close, his arm draped comfortably around you, and you let yourself sink into the warmth of his embrace, knowing that even if the world around you wasnβt perfect, thisβΒ himβwas.
He drags you in the deep woods, making you giggle with a confused expression, βWhat are we doing now?β
Jisungβs smirk grows bigger when he grabs your waist gently, pushing you gently against a tree, his lips meeting yours. The sudden touch of his cold hands for the snow makes your skin tingle under his touch, βu-um..β
You donβt realise how much you missed your boyfriendβs attention until you are under him, in bed in the empty cabin in his room, with his head between your thighs.Β
He sucks hard on your nub, feeling your writhe beneath him.
Jisung moans into your pussy as you pulls him closer, your taste filling his senses. He licks and sucks at your folds, his tongue delving deep inside your tight heat. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you spread open for his mouth.
His tongue flicks against your swollen bud, his fingers slipping inside you to curl up and stroke that spot that drives you wild.Β Β βMmm, you taste amazing baby...β
Jisung's skilled tongue explores every inch of your glistening folds, lapping at your sweet nectar like a man starved. He focuses on your sensitive bud, flicking and circling it rapidly before sucking it between his lips.
βi-iβm so close...β You gasp as you cover your mouth with your hand, your eyes roll back in pleasure.
Feeling your walls starting to flutter around his fingers, Jisung doubles his efforts. He seals his lips around your clit and sucks hard, his tongue vibrating against the sensitive nub as he pumps two fingers deep inside your, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
It doesnβt take you long after to cum, his tongue happy to clean you, his eyes meeting yours after thatβit was the best head someone gave to you. He stands up between your thighs, looking down to your happy and now relaxed figure, βthatβs my girl, all happy and smily.β
A few months had passed since that quiet trip, and life had settled back into its routine. Seyeon had grown closer to you, her attachment deepening as you spent more time with her, nurturing her and becoming a significant part of her life. The bond between the three of you felt natural, but you knew it wasnβt sustainable to keep your relationship with Jisung a secret from her forever.
One evening, after tucking Seyeon into bed, you found Jisung sitting by the fire with a tired smile on his face. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm glow over him. You approached slowly, sitting down beside him with a soft sigh.
βI think itβs time,β you said softly, breaking the silence.
Jisungβs brow furrowed slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a question. βTime for what?β
βFor Seyeon to know about us,β you continued quietly. βAbout us as more than just... you know, me being her nanny.β
He inhaled deeply, considering your words. βYou think sheβs ready?β
You nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. βI do. She talks about you all the time. She knows youβre important to me, but I think itβs time she understands what that means. Fully.β
Jisung reached for your hand, threading his fingers gently with yours. βYouβve given this a lot of thought.β
βI have.β You squeezed his hand lightly. βItβs not just about us. Itβs about Seyeon feeling secure and knowing that you love her, and that we love her together.β
He smiled softly, leaning in just slightly. βYouβre right. She deserves to know. And I donβt want her to feel confused about what we mean to each other.β
βExactly,β you agreed, squeezing his hand again. βWeβve built something special with her, and I donβt want to hide it anymore.β
Jisung leaned back into his chair, his gaze thoughtful as he considered your words. βIt might be a bit overwhelming at first,β he admitted. βBut I trust you. Weβll figure it out together.β
You smiled softly, your heart lighter than it had been in weeks. βI just want her to know that itβs okay to love both of us.β
He gave you a tender look, his thumb brushing across the back of your hand. βSheβll understand. Youβve been there for her in a way that goes beyond what anyone else could. And I couldnβt have asked for a better person to be by her side.β
The warmth of his words settled into your heart, and for the first time in a long while, you felt peace.
βWeβll tell her soon,β you said quietly, feeling a new sense of certainty. βMaybe even tomorrow.β
Jisung nodded, a soft smile playing at his lips. βTomorrow it is.β
The next day, after breakfast, you and Jisung sat down with Seyeon in the living room. She was playing with her dolls on the carpet, her little giggles filling the space. You and Jisung exchanged a glance, both of you ready for the conversation that was about to change things.
βSeyeon,β Jisung began softly, settling beside her on the floor, βthereβs something important we want to talk to you about.β
Seyeon paused, looking up at both of you with wide, curious eyes. βWhat is it, Daddy?β
You sat down next to Jisung, a gentle smile on your face. βWell, Seyeon, you know y/n, right?β
She nodded eagerly, her small hands clutching a doll close to her chest. βYeah! y/n takes care of me and plays with me. I love her.β
Jisung smiled warmly. βWe love you too, sweetheart. But thereβs something else you should know. Y/n isnβt just here to take care of you. Sheβs a very important person in our lives. Sheβs someone we care about a lot, someone who loves us just like we love her.β
Seyeon blinked up at him, her little brows furrowing. βSoβ¦ y/n is more than just my friend?β
You nodded. βThatβs right. Jisung and I, weβre all like a family. And we want you to know that itβs okay to love all of us, even if itβs a little different from what youβre used to.β
The room grew quiet for a moment as Seyeon absorbed what you were saying. She stared at you both, her expression thoughtful, before breaking into a small smile. βI already love both of you. So, thatβs okay, right?β
Jisung and you exchanged relieved glances, sharing a quiet laugh. βYes, sweetheart,β Jisung said softly. βThatβs more than okay.β
Seyeon clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling. βThen I donβt have to worry! Iβm happy. I like having both of you.β
You and Jisung embraced her in a hug, the three of you tangled together in the warmth of love. βWeβre happy too, Seyeon,β you whispered, your voice full of emotion.
Later that evening, Jisung held you close on the couch, Seyeon nestled between you both as a Disney movie played quietly in the background. She giggled at a funny scene, her little fingers clutching the popcorn bowl, as Jisungβs arm tightened around your shoulders.
βI thought she might not understand,β you admitted softly, feeling Jisungβs warmth seep into your bones.
βSheβs smart,β Jisung replied, brushing a strand of hair from your face. βAnd you made it easy for her. She loves you more than you know.β
You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. βShe loves both of us.β
βAnd thatβs perfect,β he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
For the first time, the weight of uncertainty seemed to lift. Together, you and Jisung had built a familyβone that was unique, imperfect, but full of love and understanding. And that was all that mattered.
The sun set gently over the quiet cabin, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and orange. The sound of a crackling fire filled the room, its warmth spreading through the space as you sat together with Jisung and Seyeon. She sat between you both, her small hands clasped tightly as she listened to a bedtime story Jisung was reading.
βAnd then, the prince and princess lived happily ever after,β Jisung finished, his voice smooth and comforting. He closed the book gently and kissed Seyeonβs forehead.
βGoodnight, Daddy,β Seyeon whispered sleepily, her eyelids fluttering closed.
βGoodnight, sweetheart,β Jisung murmured, tucking a blanket around her.
You watched quietly, a soft smile on your face as you ran your fingers through Seyeonβs hair. She was fast asleep in no time, her little breaths steady and peaceful. Jisung carefully carried her to her bed, placing her down gently and pulling the covers up to her chin.
Once she was tucked in, he returned to you, sitting beside you on the couch with a sigh of contentment. You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder as the fire continued to burn warmly in the hearth.
βI think she finally understands,β Jisung said softly, his voice low and affectionate.
You nodded, smiling up at him. βYeah, she does. She loves us both so easily.β
βSheβs lucky,β he said quietly, his arm wrapping around you. βHaving two people who care about her like this. Youβve been amazing with her, baby.β
You gave him a small laugh. βWell, she makes it easy. How could I not love her?β
βSheβs lucky,β he repeated, pulling you closer. βBut so am I.β
The room settled into a peaceful stillness. Outside, the snow continued to fall gently, blanketing the world in white. Inside, it was warm and cozy, the only sounds being the crackling fire and the soft hum of your shared presence.
You and Jisung sat in comfortable silence, lost in the little moments of your own little family. This, right hereβthis calm, this loveβwas enough.
No matter what came next, you knew you had each other. And that was everything.
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Hey! Is that okay? Could you please make a one shot or NSFW imagine that has an established relationship between Hyunjin, YN (she/her) and Bang Chan or please? If not, that's okay tooππ₯°
it's ready, baby! thanks for the ask :)))), you can find the fanfic here
π if hyunjin hadn't chosen such a boring movie, y/n wouldn't have fingers in her pussy, much less bangchan's dick in her mouth.
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s/n, bangchan and hyunjin had a kind of itinerary for saturdays. they would ALWAYS go see movies together, both to strengthen their relationship since, with the hustle and bustle of the weekdays, they actually ended up forgetting about each other.
today was another one of those movie sessions; popcorn made, and hyunjin was choosing the movie, since this week was his turn.
βi think i found it!" hyun shouted from the living room, ready to press play. s/n returned to the kitchen with a bucket of popcorn, while chan tried to balance three glasses of soda
βwich movie is that?" s/n asked as she sat in the middle of the couch, with the popcorn bowl between her legs.
βhonestly, i don't know. i just saw the cover and found it a little interesting.β hwang confessed, leaning over to grab a portion of the popcorn.
meanwhile, bangchan seemed very focused on the movie, "i really hope this movie is good, hyunjin. don't waste our precious time.β he stated, chuckling lightly. not that the movie being bad was a problem, they had the whole weekend to enjoy it.
jinnie joined in the laughter, as well as y/n. βi promise, hyung, that i won't waste our saturday. this movie has potential, trust me." he gave a thumbs up, an attempt to sound confident.
βso, let's get started!β s/n said and finally, played the movie.
β
unfortunately, bangchan was right about his opinion of the movie β that's what hyunjin thought, sighing lightly. he didn't want to show that he was completely bored with it.
it really did seem boring until hyunjin noticed how the popcorn bucket was positioned on y/nβs legs. it was like a light bulb went off over his head. why not a fuck?
first of all, he checked her and bangchan's attention... both completely focused on the movie. perfect.
playing innocent, he reached out to "grab some popcorn from the bowl", but no. his hand rested under y/n's crotch, without even any provocation or anything like that.
her eyes widened before slowly drifting towards where hyun's hand was positioned. shit. could he be a little less of a pervert? even over her shorts, his fingertips caused a slight friction that made her sigh. the need to get wet was tempting.
hyunjin's thin fingers wandered over y/n's clothes, now definitely applying a little pressure. it was inevitable for her not to feel her pussy contract a little and the liquid flow out consequently.
bangchan was right there, he could see her at any moment, calling her a "whore" for letting herself be touched so easily... but what could she do? she really wanted to be hyunjin's whore, let him use her for free, wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
it was so good, the feeling of the juices starting to run from y/n's little hole, hyunjin's fingers stimulating her clitoris that, even over so many layers of clothing, was capable of making her lose focus of the film.
little by little, hyunjin brought his mouth closer to y/n's ear, just to whisper. βit's good, isn't it? the feeling of knowing you could get caught at any moment.β he laughed, softly. without drawing bangchan's attention. βlike, chan can look over at any moment, see you practically begging for dick and just, fuck you. use you.β he continued laughing until he stopped moving his hand and walked away completely.
y/n mumbled in denial, the feeling was too good to be abandoned. why did hyunjin stop?
βchris, i think it's time to get this perversion out of our girl.β
bangchan turned around, a smile already plastered on his face. "from the moment she accepted your touches, hyun.β
y/n was in complete shock, maybe even feeling vulnerable, but still completely wet to receive chan and jinnie. βshe doesn't even deny it, does you, love?" the older man placed his hand on her chin, forcing her to look at him.
hyunjin approached from behind, placing his hands on her hips. he saw y/n shake her head. so defenseless. taking advantage of the fact that all her attention was on bangchan now, he approached the waistband of her shorts, slowly lowering them. then he removed her panties, which for a moment remained stuck to the cavity, due to her juices. βnaughty girl..." he laughed, almost mockingly.
y/n at the same time that she felt exposed, she felt completely excited, wanting to be touched. she grabbed bangchan's shoulders, when she finally felt hyunjin enter two fingers inside.
βngl... waitβ¦β y/n muttered, digging her nails into chris' shoulder. βi'm tightβ¦β she whispered, more like a moan, as her pussy sent vibrations into hyunjin's hand.
bangchan took advantage of the moment to unbutton his pants, caressing his own volume over his white underwear. some whispers came out of chris' mouth, his dick looked so big. he was excited, it was a fact. a pool of pre-cum covered his underwear, right at the mark of the head of his cock.
y/n can't help but bite her lips, bangchan practically jerking off right in front of her, while hyunjin fingers her. she finally took action, pulling down his underwear until chan's private parts were visible.
βwhat a little bitch... can't wait to suck my dick, huh?β bangchan held y/n's face, pressing her cheeks into a sort of pout.
βyou should know by now, chris. make her suck your fucking dick and make those ridiculous noises.β hyunjin was eagerly searching for her sweet spot, he wanted to make the girl have all the pleasure in the world and he knew that all that dirty talk only excited her even more. her pulsating hole only confirmed that, tightening more and more around the korean's fingers.
hyunjin went in circular movements, working more where y/n was excited, where she moaned and begged for more of him, until he came out with his fingers completely smeared with her juice.
hyun's fingers were coated in y/n's slick arousal as he worked her tight hole, his movements growing more urgent with each passing second. her moans grew louder, that little body trembling in need.
chan took advantage of the moment, guiding her face towards his throbbing cock. "open wide, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "i'm going to feed you my dick."
y/n eagerly parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of christopher's cock. she moaned at the taste of his pre-cum, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.
bangchan pushed forward, sliding his cock into y/n's warm, wet mouth. she took him deep, her throat contracting around his shaft. channie groaned in pleasure, his hips rocking forward to meet her eager mouth.
hyunjin watched the scene unfold, his own cock throbbing with need. he added a third finger to y/n's pussy, stretching her further. "damn, you're so good taking hyung's dickβ¦" he grunted, his fingers pumping in and out of her slick heat.
her moans vibrated around bangchan's cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. he grabbed a fistful of her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth. "that's it, baby. take my cock like a good little slut."
jinnie could feel y/n's walls fluttering around his fingers, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm. he rubbed her clit with his thumb, pushing her over the edge.
y/n came hard, her pussy gushing around hyunjin's fingers. she moaned around bangchan's cock, her body shaking with the force of her climax.
bangchan couldn't hold back any longer. with a grunt, he pulled out of her mouth and came, his hot seed splattering across her face and tits.
slowly, hyun removed his fingers from inside the girl, seeing all that juice and sticky cum on his hand. he felt a desire to taste her and, for sure, next time, he would suck her pussy.
βyou taste very good, honey.β he stated precisely, his tongue around his long, thin fingers, cleaning them thoroughly.
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π a series of nsfw headcanons of felix, contains headcanons and mini-imagines.
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boyfriend!felix who, in public, is like a saint. everything to when he gets home, destroy you and your pussy, all because he was jealous of a friend of yours.
boyfriend!felix who knows 100% how to satisfy a woman, how to get you all excited with his voice, those moans and deep sighs. as well as all the dirty talk in your ear.
boyfriend!felix who would have no mercy on you, remembering the times when you teased him with pictures of you wearing very short clothes β or lack thereof β while he was on tour.
boyfriend!felix with a kink for exhibitionism, would probably fuck you in the stray kids shared dorm, or even in jyp itself.
boyfriend!felix who, despite being a little jealous, would really like to provoke in public.
"do you like that, slut? i've told you many times that you're mine, not that idiot's." felix murmured as he pounded you hard from behind, pleasing your greedy pussy. your excitement came down in droves, smearing all over his cock and the entrance to your hole.
with his hands on your waist and pushing you down, yongbok started to go even harder. he wanted to see you dumb on his dick, see you lose yourself in the pleasure he gave you. leaving one of his hands free, felix used it to press your head harder into the pillow, an attempt to muffle your sounds.
you could hear the sound of bodies colliding hard, your tight pussy vibrated towards lix's cock, an attempt to extract all of his milk. "you really want to get caught here, don't you, little bitch?" he spat the harsh words at you.
"are you trying to milk my dick just so i can finish faster, huh?" he chuckled softly. his testicles slapped against your clit, an added stimulation.
felix pounded hard, violating your walls, trying to find your g-spot. he knew your pussy so well, he ate you so well, he made you go dumb on his cock. "ngh, lix! again..." you moaned loudly as he hit the bundle of nerves.
so close, so close, his cock felt like it was going to rip you in half, it was such a pleasurable sensation β maybe the best in the world, you would say. such a perfect moment to cum on his dick, the head of his dick slamming against you so hard.
your pussy tightened even more around him, then relaxed with a loud, pornographic moan. you came.
"now you know who fucks you so well?"
boyfriend!felix who would love to cum in your mouth, make you suck all his seed.
boyfriend!felix who would use your mouth in every way. it's so comfortable for him, your tongue around the head of his cock, since it's too big to take it all.
boyfriend!felix who has a breeding and lactation kink, simply everything that involves his semen in you, leaking from all your holes.
boyfriend!felix who would leave you completely exhausted, your mouth leaking his cum, while your pussy tried to expel the liquid.
boyfriend!felix who always says that when he is no longer at the height of fame, he will get you pregnant.
you gagged a lot on felix's cock, he grabbed a clump of your hair, forcing you even more on his cock. "mmh... so good for me." he moaned in pleasure, your mouth sucked him so well.
your throat closed, you felt the air lacking, but you would never let go of yongbok's cock, the way he fucked your mouth as if it were your pussy.
he pulled you away from his cock, letting you breathe for a moment. your hands were around his dick: one was paying attention to his balls, while the other was the full length of his cock.
"cum for me, lix? all over my mouth, let me taste you." you murmured, intensifying your handjob for him.
felix's moans were starting to get louder, his cock started to contract more and the veins became more and more visible. he was going to cum. you prepared your mouth to receive your boyfriend's entire load, sticking your tongue out.
"so good, baby. keep going, i'm gonna cum." he moaned, grabbing your head and pulling you back, he wanted to take his entire load in your mouth.
your face, so naughty waiting for his load to feed you, made him cum. the cock shot ropes of milk into your face, most of it actually into your mouth.
and you? you took it all like a good whore.
boyfriend!felix who would never fail to finish all your holes, to make you a good slut just for him.
boyfriend!bangchan who is, most of the time, stressed out due to the excessive amount of work at jyp and almost never has time for himself.
boyfriend!bangchan who knows you will always be there for him, you say that. then you will be there to quench his thirst too.
boyfriend!bangchan who eats you in every room of the house, most of the time for a quickie, just to relax and get some stress out of your body.
boyfriend!bangchan who licks your pussy masterfully, massaging your clit with his tongue and threatening to penetrate with his middle finger.
boyfriend!bangchan who gets drunk on pussy, he just can't live without your taste.
the kitchen was hot, the atmosphere stuffy with sighs and, mainly, the wet noises that your little hole made as it squeezed against nothing.
"inside, please..." you murmured, against the cold marble of the counter, where you were completely exposed for your boyfriend to use as he pleased. chan's mouth was wrapped around your clit, as if he was kissing that nerve ending. the sensation made you moan, but not as much as bangchan wanted.
he left the small button swollen with excitement aside, giving a lick now towards your entrance. "relax, honey." chan said, a little muffled by her pussy. he was about to penetrate.
oh, yes. your juices were dripping all over your private part, bangchan was obsessed with it, of course. he forced his tongue past the soft cavity, until he could taste your little cunt.
"my god, s-so good, mmh." you finally let the moans out.
the last straw was when bangchan found your pleasure point, with his tongue, he simulated his own fingers, rubbing your spongy spot. he felt his liquids come out more needily, wetting his entire chin.
chan wanted to make you cum in his mouth, he wanted to taste you again, he wanted to drink you like he drinks water. now his thumb caressed your clit, in circular movements, working with his tongue.
"bangchan, i'm close... ngh..." you grabbed his hair, about to cum. your pussy was now clenching around his tongue, you were going to cum. "yes, yes, yes!" you moaned, but still tried to control yourself out of pity for your neighbors.
so close... until the moment he pulled away. no. you wouldn't come now. for sure.
boyfriend!bangchan who was now starting to think about putting your moans in one of his songs. it would be such a pleasurable experience.
boyfriend!bangchan who convinces you to do this while fucking you with his dick, while you can barely say your own name, little by little he would corrupt you.
boyfriend!bangchan who started fucking you even more often, just to convince you to receive his dick for everyone to hear.
boyfriend!bangchan who really made you crazy with cock, made you needy, all so you could be his little whore in front of the microphones.
boyfriend!bangchan who wouldn't hesitate to fuck you hard, who wouldn't be ashamed to expose you to the world.
"baby, remember to make sure you're speaking into the microphone." he warned you, as he placed the headphones on your ears and adjusted the microphone. you two were alone in the room.
channie adjusted himself behind you. his dick was so hard, so needy. the recordings were already on when he pulled up your skirt and started to stimulate your clit.
"oh..." you moaned, still low. the circular movements on your button were starting to get you excited.
when your juices were already coming out enough, he removed his hands from your clit, now his dick was stimulating you. It wasn't a complete penetration, but so wet. he rubbed himself against your folds, chan's large hands on your waist, keeping you still.
without warning, he filled you in one thrust. "argh... so tight, baby." he sighed in your ear, feeling your little pussy tighten in front of his cock, so big for you, it was too much.
your moan was loud, it was so perfect for him.
bangchan started to fuck hard, he looked for your spot with greed, he wanted to make you cum and for all the stays to hear it, hear your pleasure, for everyone to know how he fucked you so well.
"so good for me, huh? is that too much, love?" he chuckled weakly, very provocative. the microphone was moving a lot due to the force of the violent thrusts, he wanted to dirty your walls with his seed, make you seal β more than you already were.
you squeezed around his cock, which pressed so well against your cervix that it was actually pleasurable, chan violated your walls so well.your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your mouth was starting to open and bangchan knew that soon he would make you dumb as hell.
"honey, ow! again, please..." that's when chan finally found your spot.
his cock was suffocated in your hole, very tight, very hot, the liquids came down in large quantities, smearing his cock with your excitement.
you could barely form a sentence, so drunk on his cock, until you came.
until you finally came all over him, feeling the thrusts slow down and your orgasm hit hard. your pussy dripped, smearing his cock with your cum, squeezing him, which felt so good to chan.
"ah..." you murmured as you heard him pull out of you.
bangchan went to check the recordings, still there. but, when entering the audio, there was simply nothing. oh... you didn't record?
"my dear, i think i'll have to fuck you again." he chuckled, his cock already starting to harden again.
boyfriend!bangchan who would fuck you to the sound of railway when it was released, listening to your moans in the instrumental of the song.
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