When dropping off a gift at your friend Wooyoungâs apartment, you end up having to wait out a storm with his far too attractive roommate.
⍠Unexpected Company Part Two | 2.9k | M
After three weeks of failing to âcoincidentallyâ run into Seonghwa again, you finally encounter him when you arenât expecting it and he is ready to pick up where you left off.
⍠Unexpected Company Part Three | 4.5k | M
As you become increasingly upset by Seonghwaâs distant nature, he takes it upon himself to try and ease your frustration.
⍠Unexpected Company Part Four | 8.1k | M
When Seonghwa shows up at your door wasted, you come to realize there is much more to him than he lets on.
⍠Kinktober Drabbles | M
ⳠThroat Training | 700+
ⳠHoneymoon Hot Tub Sex | 800+
ⳠBratty Window Sex | 1k
âł CNCÂ | 1.7k | (please read at your own discretion)
ă Hongjoong ă
⍠Coming Home | 14.4k | M
After six years spent in the city, coming back to your rural home for the holidays has you confronting your feelings not only about your old life, but also about your estranged best friend who you left behind.
⍠Kinktober Drabbles | M
ⳠSpanking Punishment | 600+
âł Shibari (Japanese Bondage)Â | 700+
ⳠVirginity + Corruption | 2.3k
ⳠCockwarming | 1k
ă Yunho ă
⍠Common Interests | 3.3k | M
You and your boyfriend Yunho are both too shy to freely admit your kinks to each other, but once Yunho overhears your darkest fantasies, he is confident he can please the both of you by making them come true.
⍠Kinktober Drabbles | M
Ⳡ(Yandere) Make Up Sex | 1k
ⳠSize Kink | 1k
ⳠHand Kink | 900+
âł Poly Threesome (with Mingi) | 1.9k
ă Yeosang ă
⍠Making It Up To You | 3.3k | M
You never expected to run into your childhood bully on a blind date âor that he would look so goodâ but now his offer to make things up to you is far too tempting to ignore.
⍠Kinktober Drabbles | M
ⳠBody Worship/Praise | 800+
ⳠCollaring | 1.1k
ⳠDacryphilia + Mirror Sex | 800+
ⳠBreath Play | 1.5k
ă San ă
⍠Friendly Competition | 1.9k | M
On days where Sanâs jealousy arises, he challenges himself to a friendly competition to see just how good he can make you feel.
Sick of being a virgin, you have the idea of experiencing your first time with your trustworthy and experienced best friend, Mingi, who can help show you the ropes.
⍠Kinktober Drabbles | M
ⳠMorning Sex | 700+
ⳠWax/Temp Play | 900+
ⳠOverstimulation | 800+
âł Poly Threesome (with Yunho) | 1.9k
ă Wooyoung ă
⍠A Tempting Month | 2.5k | M
Living with your best friend Wooyoung for the past month has made you start seeing him in a different light and you arenât sure you can resist your desires much longer.
⍠Good Girl | 3.1k | M
Despite having taught you this lesson before, Wooyoung is determined to make you remember it this time.
⍠Kinktober Drabbles | M
ⳠRole Play + Degradation | 1.1k
ⳠSex Tape | 900+
ⳠEnemies & Office Sex | 2.1k
ⳠToys + Teasing | 1.5k
ă Jongho ă
⍠Birthday Surprise | 3.3k | M
For your birthday this year, the one thing you want most is to make Jongho beg for you by switching up your roles in bed.
⍠Kinktober Drabbles | M
ⳠThigh Riding | 600+
ⳠFacesitting | 800+
ⳠFaceTime Sex + Lingerie | 1.5k
ⳠShower Sex | 1.2k
*FYI: I write for members based on who I feel fits each concept, not based on how much I bias them
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I canât find unexpected company part 4 anywhere and the link in your master list doesnât work for me :( any chance you could put the url here?
Uh oh :( If you can't see it, you probably need to change your community labels settings~
If you go to your settings, scroll down to "content you see," and make sure that "mature" under community labels is set to show, then you should be able to access the page. I'll add the link right here too just in case!
â smut, best friends to lovers, unprotected sex (do not do this irl), fingering
â word count: 2.5k
â summary: Living with your best friend Wooyoung for the past month has made you start seeing him in a different light and you arenât sure you can resist your desires much longer.
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It has been almost an entire month since you started staying with your friend Wooyoung in his one bedroom apartment. Your time there was only meant to last a measly week due to the flooding in your own lower level apartment, but your ability to move back home keeps getting delayed as maintenance finds more and more things wrong with the building that need to be fixed. As a result, you have been sleeping next to Wooyoung in his queen-sized bed each night for almost thirty days.
The two of you have been friends since high school, so it isnât abnormal to platonically share a bed or be in the same space together, but you feel bad that you are imposing for so much longer than he originally agreed to. No matter how many times you apologize and offer to get a hotel, however, he simply insists that he doesnât mind and that you can stay as long as you need.
Honestly, even though you feel sorry towards him, you canât help but enjoy living together. It makes you foolishly happy to eat breakfast with him in the mornings, find him waiting for you when you get home from work, cook dinner together, clean together, or watch movies and play games late into the night like you did as teenagers. Every day makes you feel fulfilled and you love sharing each moment with your best friend.
The only problem that you have now come across is that you are unbelievably horny. With you two stuck together like glue, you rarely have any time to yourself to masturbate. Even when you did find yourself alone in the apartment a few times, you felt too weird about getting off on Wooyoungâs couch or bed and you couldnât bring yourself to do it. A month without being able to orgasm has made you needier than ever and even the most minute things are beginning to rile you up.
Just last week you were sitting in the kitchen as Wooyoung was preparing food and youâd caught a glimpse of him chopping an onion. Your eyes had fixated on his manly hands that were adorned with silver rings as they moved expertly, his veins protruding and making you bite your lip as your mind wandered towards some not-so-safe-for-work thoughts. When he set the knife aside and turned to face the stove, you shook yourself back into reality and cursed yourself for getting horny over him chopping a damn vegetable.
Only yesterday, you couldnât stop staring across the couch at Wooyoungâs concentrated face while he worked busily on his laptop. From time to time, he had reached up and run his hand through his hair as you gazed in admiration of his beautiful features. He had silently read documents to himself as you watched his pretty plump lips move, your mind beginning to imagine what it would feel like to kiss him.
This strange new attraction you are feeling towards Wooyoung as you grow hornier by the day is only intensified by the fact that, after showering, he often walks around the apartment with just a towel hung loosely on his waist, leaving his entire chest exposed for your viewing pleasure. How is the sight of him dripping wet and glistening not supposed to turn you on?
The fact that you are beginning to see him in a more sexual manner has kept you up many nights as he sleeps peacefully next to you. You fear that your perspective of him is changing for good no matter how much you try to convince yourself it is just due to the circumstances. How would he react if he knew the dirty thoughts racing through your mind? What would he think if he realized just how much you stare at him and want him to touch you?
Such questions are once again crossing through your head as the two of you sit down to watch a movie together in the living room. He places himself right up next to you as is usual for you two when watching something, but it still makes your heart beat double time as he lays a throw blanket across your laps.
âOh my god, I really wanted to see this one!â he exclaims as he comes across a romantic comedy on Netflix. âIt is supposed to be really good. You like romance, right Y/N?â
You sweat nervously and hope he doesnât notice your increasing body temperature.
âOf course,â you chuckle anxiously, but romance is honestly the last genre you want to watch right now.
Hitting play on the film and leaning back, Wooyoung puts his arm around you and begins to pull you into his chest so that you two can cuddle like you often do. It hasnât ever meant anything more to you two, but this time you are jumpy and slightly resist his effort without meaning to. He looks down at you in confusion.
âWhat are you doing?â he questions, not understanding your sudden odd behavior since you two have already spent nine years comfortably cuddling as friends.
âSorry, I was just surprised,â you lie unconvincingly, but keep him from asking further questions by enthusiastically leaning into him and letting him wrap his arms around you. Thankfully, the characters in the movie start talking as well, so he simply moves on and settles his attention on the screen. You hope that he canât feel your racing heart as you become hyper aware of your bodies resting against each other.
As the film continues to play, you eventually end up sinking further into him and his hands find new places to comfortably rest themselves. Just as a raunchy scene begins to play, he mindlessly moves his hand to rest on your hip as he wiggles a bit to get comfy again. With cheeks reddening from the sudden placement, his fingertips also happen to press against your bare skin since your shirt had slightly lifted above the hem of your pajama shorts.
Trying not to let your mind wander too much, you attempt to focus on the contents of the scene, but the fact that the two characters are passionately making out and stripping themselves of their clothes only worsens your imagination. The final straw comes as Wooyoung unthinkingly traces small circles against your skin, eyes still focused on the screen in front of you two.
You canât resist imagining his fingers moving slowly and teasingly on your clit instead of your hip while he fingers you and calls you beautiful. As moans blare through the television, you picture his face while leans over you and fucks you romantically, pressing his lips gently against yours in the process.
You feel yourself getting wet from your fantasies and you canât help but squirm in your seat as your core cries for any semblance of stimulation after being deprived for so long. Wooyoung only spares you a slight glance as you move, quickly paying attention to the movie again.
You can feel his heart beating steadily underneath your hand where it has been resting on his chest and bite your lip as you imagine laying on him like this with both of you naked and in post-sex euphoria. You picture him hugging you close to his warm body as you drift off to sleep together and once again squirm while squeezing your thighs together desperately. Wooyoung is more disturbed this time and stares down at you curiously.
âAre you okay, Y/N?â he questions with concern. You panic as you meet his eyes and ridiculously worry that he could hear exactly what you were thinking this whole time.
âWhat? Yeah- no- Iâm⌠fine,â you answer in the most suspicious possible manner, a flush coming across your cheeks from both your anxiety and how close his face is to yours.
âAre you sure?â he asks with apprehension while pressing his hand against your forehead and then cheek. âYou are really warm.â
You chuckle nervously from his actions and look down between the two of you.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Itâs just⌠really warm,â you lie even though the thermostat is always set to a cool 68 degrees.
âSeriously, Y/N,â he expresses with unease as he moves his hand onto your chest to feel your pulse. âYour heart is beating like crazy.â
You immediately reach up and grab his hand off of your body to try and hide the fact that your heart is racing at a million miles an hour even though he has clearly already noticed. He looks down at you in confusion, not understanding your behavior at all as you freeze with his hand still enveloped in yours. You gulp as your eyes scan his handsome face and settle on his slightly parted lips that you have dreamt of far too many times over the past month.
âI justâŚâ you trail off as your desire and attraction begin to override the fears and doubts youâve been holding on to. âI just want to try something.â
You slowly release his hand and rest yours against the side of his face. He simply watches you, frozen, as you lean in cautiously and press your lips softly against his. He doesnât react even as you lean back and bring your hand down to your lap, your heart feeling like it is about to explode. Seeing his unchanging expression as he tries to process everything, you assume youâve crossed a line that you never should have and immediately wish you could take it back.
âIâmsorryIshouldnâthavedonethatIdonâtknowwhyIdid,â you begin to babble rapidly without any pauses. âIfyouwantmetoleaveIcangoIjustdonâtwantthistoaffectourfriendshipifyou-â
âY/N,â he interrupts you calmly, causing you to shut up instantly and anxiously await his response. âDo that again.â
Your nerves subside only minutely as you lean in and press your lips against his as he asked. This time, he kisses you back passionately and you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach. While your hands wrap around the back of his neck and weave into his hair, he grabs you around the hips and pulls you into his lap so that you are straddling him.
His hands begin roaming towards your waist as they slip under your shirt and your kissing grows more and more heated. Underneath you, you can feel Wooyoungâs dick hardening and you start grinding on him enough to elicit a groan. Spurred by your actions, he grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head, lips detaching only momentarily to remove the piece of clothing. His hands then make quick work of your bra and he runs his fingertips over your hardened nipples. You moan into his mouth and he bites your lip, turning you on even more.
You both rush as you remove all of your remaining clothing and you canât help but look down to admire his toned stomach and the new sight of his long, hard cock. It was even bigger than you imagined and you practically drool at the view of him underneath you like this.
As you kiss him once again and bring your hand down to stroke his dick, he easily slips one finger, and then another, into your tight hole to finger you at a steady pace. You both hum in satisfaction as you touch each other, but you canât possibly wait any longer as your neediness continues to grow.
âI want you to fuck me, Wooyoung,â you state bravely.
He removes his fingers from your heat and you use your hand to guide the tip of his dick to your pussy. He sucks and bites on your neck as you slowly sink down on his cock, the size of it stretching your walls deliciously and filling you to the brim. He moans in pleasure as you bottom out and softly begin grinding on him, still taking some time to adjust to the size.
âFuck,â you curse breathily as his tip brushes against your g-spot. You move your hips faster and harder as his fingers start pinching and teasing your nipples, the sensations relieving you after going so long without release.
âGod, that feels so good,â he growls in your ear before enveloping your lips in another heated kiss.
As you switch to bouncing on his dick, he gets impatient and thrusts up roughly, causing you to spur him on even more when you gasp and dig your nails into his shoulders. He is constantly hitting your g-spot and you donât know how much longer you can last since you were already so horny and desperate to begin with.
âWooyoung, Iâm gonna cum.â
âThen cum,â he replies seductively as he begins rubbing your clit at the perfect rhythm. You whine at the sensation and bite down on your lip to keep from getting too loud. Noticing this, Wooyoung uses his other hand to softly grab your jaw and bring your eyes to his. âMoan for me.â
Letting go of your hesitation, you do as he says and donât hold back at expressing just how much pleasure he is giving you. With just a few more deep thrusts and his fingers working your clit, your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. Your walls clench around his cock like a vise grip and he groans at the incredible sensation, only needing a couple more thrusts before the intensity of your own release kickstarts his. Your orgasm seems to last forever as you finally bask in the euphoria you have been craving for far too long, the relief your body feels almost making you dizzy. Wooyoung stops moving underneath you and you both start coming down from your highs, your chests rising and falling rapidly as beads of sweat form on both of your bodies.
As the intensely lust-filled and passionate moment fades away, you begin to worry once again that you two have made a huge mistake or that he is going to regret what just happened. You donât know what to say as you meet his eyes.
âI, uhâŚâ you trail off as you try to come up with something to say that will ease the awkwardness.
âHow long have you wanted to do that?â he asks curiously, his fingers again tracing delicate circles where they rest on your thighs.
âI donât know,â you shyly reply as a blush once again creeps up your face. âI guess living together this past month has⌠changed things.â
âThis past month?â he questions in an astonished manner, making your heart race at what he might say. âY/N, Iâve been waiting for this for nine years.â
You are shocked by his confession because you honestly had no idea that he felt this way all along. Looking back on the nine years you two have been friends, you begin to notice all the tiny hints that you may have overlooked since you had never thought anything more of your relationship--and you assumed he didnât either. You feel like an idiot for being so clueless this whole time and having to resort to sex in order to realize his emotions.
âSo now what?â you ask hesitantly. He simply smiles up at you.
âNow we shower.â
âAh,â you mumble in disappointment, hoping something more meaningful would come out of his mouth.
âAnd then,â he continues smugly before pecking you on the lips again. âYou let me take you out on a real date.â
Your heart fills with warmth as you look down at your beautiful best friend, the one you know will always be by your side, now just with a different title.
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â smut, estranged friends to lovers, small town nostalgia, slow-ish burn?, unprotected sex (big no no), oral & fingering (fem receiving), tame dirty talk, reader called âbaby,â mutual pining, car sex, some light drinking
â word count: 14.4k
â summary:Â After six years spent in the city, coming back to your rural home for the holidays has you confronting your feelings not only about your old life, but also about your estranged best friend who you left behind.
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â authorâs note: my first shot at a longer, more slow burn style fic. thinking of mixing it up between longer pieces like this and my usual oneshot style fics going forward.
Six years.
That is how long it has been since youâve returned to your humble hometown deep in the middle of nowhere, but somehow the dilapidated city limit sign on the side of the road looks exactly the same as it did years ago, with chips of paint peeling off at the corners and a faded graffiti tag covering half the townâs name. It welcomes you back into a world you left long ago in search of neon lights rather than the glow of bonfires and bustling streets instead of gravel paths.
Itâs not that you hate this town, in fact growing up here was filled with joy and freedom, but you had always wanted to see what else the world has to offer. Ever since you can remember, youâve imagined yourself living the glamorous city life that you always saw on TV, and everyone here knew you had plans to leave the rural ways behind. Youâve always wanted to open a cute little cafe on a busy backstreet with the best coffee and pastries in town, maybe even expanding the business to become a chain once youâre making enough money. This dream is why you ended up moving away for college and never coming back. Well, at least until now.
Coming home for the holidays hadnât entirely been your decision, though. For many years, your family has traveled to you instead since it meant a fun vacation away from home, but your motherâs recent surgery took that option off the table this year while she is still recovering. Your choices for Christmas were therefore to either sit at home alone in your pajamas or to make the long drive back to this quaint town that you havenât really thought about twice since departing.
In many ways, returning feels almost like breathing with how natural and ingrained it is in your nature, but in some ways it is also oddly terrifying. Just feeling the familiar breeze and warmth of the rural sun on your skin has you unsettled, as if you are being pushed to confront the life you left behind in comparison to the one youâve been living. Youâre not entirely unaware of the fact that city living isnât as perfect as youâd imagined it to be, but youâve never allowed yourself to dwell on that thought long enough for it to take root.
If youâre being honest, you must admit that it has definitely been difficult to keep up with such high living expenses, working multiple jobs, and adjusting to the hustle and bustle of the fast-paced urban landscape. Making friends and finding a community has also been much harder since most everyone is so closed off or caught up in their own self-centered drama. Still, even if it isnât as glamorous as you imagined, it is something youâve always wanted, so surely itâs right.
As you cruise along, you notice that the antiquated shops and homes littered along the main stretch of road look as though they have been on pause since you left, even every pebble and every leaf at their feet having waited patiently in their spot for your return. The recognizable scene breeds a sense of comfort steeped in the thought that no matter how far you stray, this little town is a constant. Are you perhaps the only thing that has changed?
As you pull down a few back streets and onto the humble paths with houses spaced much more generously than in the city, your parentsâ little cabin-esque home soon comes into view, and you can already spot your dad waiting for you on the porch. A smile immediately brightens his face as he notices you, and you stick your arm out of the open window to return his giddy wave. By the time youâve made it down the driveway, your entire family has spilled outdoors to greet you, even including your grandparents and some uncles and aunts who have come over to welcome you back home.
Through the enthusiastic hugs and mandatory cheek squeezes, you can already smell the sweet scent of your momâs cooking wafting through the house. Even though she is still recovering from her surgery, you canât imagine she has made anything less than a feast to celebrate your presence. You soon come to find, however, that she has truly outdone herself by inviting half the town over for a party in the evening. This wasnât quite the greeting you were expecting after such a long and tiring drive, but it shouldnât really be surprising to once again be showered with the overwhelming love that has always been available to you here. In a town this small, everyone just feels like extended family with how well you know and look after each other. Consequently, they all want to be present for your homecoming, and youâve got only an hour to prepare yourself for the extreme degree of affection about to come your way.
With family greetings set aside for the moment, you lug your packed suitcase up the squeaky hardwood stairs and into your childhood bedroom. Your parents have left it virtually untouched despite you having been gone for so long. The walls are still a faded baby blue and your twin bed sits in the corner, covered by a tacky floral comforter that you had thought, at age thirteen, was the pinnacle of home decor. Bookcases filled with cheesy teen romance novels and small plastic trophies sit alongside your worn wooden desk, which you take a seat at with a heavy exhale that gives away how tired you already are. Seven hours in the car is perhaps a few too many.
Your eyes glance over the old pictures stuck to the wall just over your desk and you smile at the nostalgic images. The one on the end catches your attention with its bright pop of orange and you lean forward to peel it off for a closer look. Sure enough, it is a photo of you and Hongjoong from your high school graduation in which you are laughing obnoxiously at something he mustâve said. Or you were perhaps laughing at his hair, which he had to dye orange for the event upon losing a bet with you over whether or not he would cry from watching Titanic. He did, of course, and his loss is now forever recorded in all your graduation pictures.
A small chuckle escapes you as you recall the fond memory, but part of you also saddens as you gaze at the image. Like everything else in this town, Hongjoong was something you ended up inadvertently leaving behind despite your long history with one another. He had been your neighbor from the time you were both born just days apart, meaning you naturally became best friends as you spent your childhood together playing outdoors or making mischief. You both grew into your adolescence as partners in crime and many things changed, but he was always constant. Until you left.
It wasnât that you wanted to abandon him, but you suddenly had a life where he wasnât constantly by your side, something neither of you really knew how to manage when it came to maintaining your friendship. As time went on, and life got busy, you both just ended up slipping further apart. Now it has been years since you spoke last and every time you think of him, you canât deny the pang of guilt that eats away at your heart.
He wonât be here tonight, will he?
A moment of panic washes through you as you imagine having to face him once again after all this time, but you quickly relax as you realize he probably left this town as well. He has always had many artistic passions and talents, so surely he has found his way to bigger and better things. He was always meant for greatness, after all.
Thoughts of Hongjoong set aside, you diligently prepare yourself for the amount of energy youâre about to expend rehashing the last six years of your life to every single person youâre about to see. There is no doubt in your mind that they will all want to know every last detail, but only after spending time gushing about how much youâve grown. It will likely get to be a tiring process, but theyâre all people you love who are simply excited to see you, so you choose to see it as endearing rather than irritating.
The first hour of the party goes by smoothly with family friends and neighbors pouring into your home and spilling out into the backyard where your father has started a bonfire. The amount of hugs youâve received in your lifetime has likely doubled from tonight alone, but it feels amazing to be so warmly welcomed back. Falling back into the natural rhythm of the small-town life comes easier and easier with each guest that arrives even though your level of exhaustion keeps slowly increasing. One cup of coffee on the way here was definitely not enough.
Still, it is great to see everyone and hear what theyâve been up to. Your neighbor, Amanda, who runs the liquor store in town, is especially quick to catch you up on all the local drama youâve missed. Apparently Peter and Larissa have gotten a divorce and are in the middle of a nasty custody battle, Johnâs son got a full college scholarship for football, and there is thought to be a new ghost haunting the local library (because the lights flickering sometimes must mean a ghost). These are only the first three things she tells you and there is so much more that you canât even keep track of, but just hearing about it has you feeling connected to the town again in a way that you missed.
In the middle of letting Amanda retell the entire timeline of her last relationship that you hadnât been privy to, the front door creaks open once again and you glance in its direction to see who else has arrived, only for your heart to immediately hit the floor. Even from across the crowded room you can tell exactly who it is stepping in timidly with their beaming parents in tow. And much to your dismay, his eyes glaze over the swarm of people until they lock on yours while you continue to openly gawk at him in shock.
Kim Hongjoong. The one and only person you were afraid of running into tonight.
He looks both the same and completely different at the same time. The skinny, clumsy boy that you once knew has been replaced by a mature, handsome man who bears resemblance, but has clearly grown into himself over time. His hair is no longer the faded orange you last saw him with when you left for college, but is instead an ashy light brown that makes his complexion glow. The raggedy old band t-shirts he used to live in have now been replaced with a crisp white button up paired with an oversized brown cardigan, leading him to look both dressed up and dressed down at the same time. He has even accessorized with some wire glasses and multiple new piercings, some of which are connected by flashy silver chains.
Since when has he known how to dress this well?
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Heâs coming this way. Pick your jaw up off the fucking floor and compose yourself before you end up looking like an even bigger moron!
âY/N!â Hongjoongâs mother sing-songs as she pushes past her son to reach you with outstretched arms.
âMrs. Kim!â you call back with a forced amount of enthusiasm as she envelops you in a crushing embrace. She was always like a second mother to you, so you would be elated to see her if it werenât for her sonâs presence making your brain glitch in an absolute panic.
âOh, darling, Iâve missed you so much!â She swings you from side to side in her excitement, almost tipping you over before her husband prompts her to let you go, also saying hello in the process. She settles for resting her hands on your shoulders as she takes in your appearance with total glee. âI canât believe youâre finally back! How is the city treating you? Is it just like you thought it would be? What about the jobs there? Iâm sure you mustâve met so many incredible people! Oh goodness, Joongie, come say hi!â
Despite asking so many questions, her hysteria doesnât even allow you to get a word in before she is pulling her son out from behind her so that he can face you. Your expression surely pales in that instant and you can feel your palms moisten with sweat. You both just stare at each other for a moment, his expression unreadable as the rest of the commotion in the room is completely droned out of your mind.
âOh, baby, donât be shy! You used to be best friends! Sheâs still the same girl you grew up with,â his mother prompts, entirely unaware of the strange tension thickening the air.
âHey, Y/N,â Hongjoong finally utters, sticking out his hand for you to shake. You look at it, frozen in place by the distance in his action.
âJoongie, donât be silly. Give her a hug, itâs been forever!â Mrs. Kim once again chimes in with a motivating nudge on his shoulder.
He glances at her in a manner that clearly reveals his discomfort, but quickly suppresses the feeling and avoids eye contact as he steps forward to embrace you loosely, your torsos not even touching as you awkwardly lift your hands up to pat his back. Even if he has changed so much, one thing is for sure: he still wears the same cologne you had gifted him at age 16 when you cordially asked him to cover his âman odor.â
When he pulls away, neither of you can look at each other. Your heart is beating out of your chest and you want nothing more than for the floor to open you up and suck you down into hell. As if seeing him again isnât uncomfortable enough, his mother being this clueless has made the interaction one thousand times worse. You need to escape this situation right now.
âItâs so great to see you all, thank you for coming!â you start off graciously with the most hospitable voice you can muster. âIâm actually going to head to the restroom, but please make yourselves at home. There is dinner in the kitchen if youâre hungry and seats out back as well. Iâll be around.â
You begin slowly walking away while speaking so that by the time you finish, they are unable to suck you back into a conversation. Your feet carry you to the bathroom in a mad rush, though you try not to let the other guests see just how panicked you are. As soon as you make it there, you slam the door shut and lock it, your back then resting against the wall as you take deep breaths.
In the weeks leading up to this trip home, you hadnât really considered the possibility of seeing Hongjoong again. Whether that was because you truly forgot about him or because you convinced yourself that he wouldâve vanished into thin air, you arenât entirely sure. Since you stopped talking to him, any reminder of his existence and what you had let go was always a painful assault on your psyche. Instead of recalling all of the great memories together, your heart has been plagued with guilt and shame over the ending of your friendship. Seeing him in person again, especially combined with his distant attitude, has your negative emotions festering at ten times the usual intensity.
You sink down to sit on the floor as you try to grapple with the other major issue occupying your brain. As soon as he walked through the door, beyond the guilt you felt, all of the suppressed feelings youâve always harbored for Hongjoong rapidly came rising to the surface.
The chemistry that the two of you have shared throughout your lives has always been deeper and more meaningful than how either of you connect with other friends. The spark between you has always been sort of an unspoken acknowledgement in your relationship, something too delicate for either of you to address lest it open up doors you are both too afraid to enter.
You could always feel it, though. When you would play hooky together to go see the latest superhero film, the nights under the stars that youâd spend getting high by the lake, the way he would obnoxiously call your name across the hallway at school, his words of comfort and encouragement after your every break up. In all these moments and more, you could tell just how deeply connected you are in a manner that transcends friendship, and you could tell that Hongjoong felt it too.
At the same time, however, you knew that the second you gave in to these feelings, you may have never been able to let go. You were terrified of falling so deeply into Hongjoong that youâd never escape. It always felt as if just one wrong moveâ
You jump in surprise as a loud rasping on the door abruptly wakes you from your thoughts.
âOh, uh, just a moment!â you call in a hurried response, pulling yourself from the floor and taking one last deep breath to steel yourself before facing the party again.
You open the door and leave your temporary sanctuary so that your uncle can enter, the laughter from the next room practically teasing your anxious state as your moment of solitude ends. You just have to get through this party.
For the next couple hours you work diligently in avoiding Hongjoong at all costs, trying your best to make it look natural as you keep your distance. Every few minutes you scan the crowd to make sure he is still on the opposite side of the room and try not to stare long enough that he will feel your gaze burning a hole into the back of his head. Honestly, you canât even focus on half of the conversations you have because you are so actively wrapped up in this game of cat and mouse that Hongjoong doesnât even know heâs participating in. Your methods ultimately work out, however, since you are able to avoid him late into the night.
By the time things start slowing down and most of the guests are relaxing out by the fire, your head is pounding with how exhausted you are, your energy having been sucked out by both the taxing journey to get home and the anxiety-fueled nightmare that has been this party. Needing some time to just decompress and not be the center of attention, you wait until the living room is empty to snatch a bottle of expensive red wine and tiptoe up the stairs to your room, praying nobody sees you escaping your own celebration.
As you have done many times before, you yank open your dormer window that overlooks the front yard and slip out onto the roof with your drink in hand. Long ago, you spent many wistful nights in this exact spot, staring up at the stars when you needed to just be alone and think. Something about sitting here under the vast night sky always made your problems seem much smaller as you paled in comparison to the infinity of space before you, but that same sense of comfort doesnât come as easily tonight.
You lean back against the rough shingles of the rooftop and take a few heavy gulps out of the wine bottle, hissing at the taste since youâve never really been a fan of reds. Itâll do the trick, though, and youâre not really in the mood to be picky. A heavy exhale escapes you and you close your eyes, the sound of chatter spilling out into the night air from the guests mingling on the other side of the house. Your thoughts immediately drift where you wish they wouldnât as Hongjoongâs appearance permeates your mind.
As if right on cue, the sound of light knocking against your window sill causes you to gasp and look over in surprise.
âHey,â Hongjoong casually calls with his body stuck halfway out the window already. âFigured Iâd find you up here. Mind if I join?â
You hope that your nervousness doesnât show on your face and he canât hear your heart as it now thumps dangerously against your chest. Still, you scooch over to make room for him.
âSure.â He climbs onto the rooftop and takes a seat next to you, the proximity of his body making you hyper aware of your every movement. âWant some?â
You offer him the bottle of wine, to which he chuckles but graciously accepts, taking a prolonged drink before frowning at the taste just like you did. You canât help but laugh lightly at his reaction, some of the nerves dissipating just marginally.
âI guess weâre still not quite proper adults just yet, huh? When wine still tastes this bad,â he jokes as he hands the drink back over.
âIf thatâs what defines adulthood, then I guess not.â
The moment of jest fades away as you both gaze up at the sky and a thick silence settles between you. This must be the first time youâre next to Hongjoong and yet you canât find anything to say, but, thankfully, he breaks the deafening sound of six years spent apart.
âSorry about my mom back there. Sheâs, you know⌠her,â he apologizes stiffly without bringing himself to look over at you.
âItâs okay. I wouldnât have expected anything else from her. Itâs actually kind of comforting to come back and find that almost everyone is still the same as before.â You pray he doesnât ask you to elaborate on the âalmostâ since it exclusively applies to him.
âYeah, things around here donât change as quickly as in the city, I suppose.â He lets out a steady breath and you gulp down some more of the wine. âHow is it out there? Everything you ever dreamed of?â
You canât exactly tell the emotion behind his words and you consider just how honest you should be. Is he just asking out of pleasantries? Are you still close enough that you can start airing your grievances about city life? Even if you are, do you really want to put those thoughts out into the world in such a way that makes them significantly more real than when they just live in your mind?
âItâs fine. You know, different,â you answer vaguely, shrugging off his inquiry. He finally turns to face you.
âItâs fine?â he questions. âWhat does that actually mean? Because it doesnât mean fine.â
Goddamn this man and how well he can read you even after so long. His tone and demeanor, though, feel so familiar and warm that you canât resist wanting to open up to him as if no time has passed at all. Sitting together like this, he somehow still feels like your safe space even though tonight has been painfully awkward up to this point. Nonetheless, you feel a little strange to immediately start unloading onto him and decide against it.
âIt is fine, though,â you answer, but it even sounds like a lie to you this time. âI mean, itâs not the perfect life I imagined, but nothing is perfect.â
He seems to think about your answer momentarily before giving a small nod. âThatâs true, I guess. Have you opened up your own cafe yet?â
You bite the inside of your cheek in embarrassment. âNo, not yet. Living expenses are really high there so I havenât been able to save up yetâŚâ
âOh,â he mumbles at your feeble response. âWhat do you do for work, then?â
You can tell he is asking out of genuine curiosity, but your face burns in shame. âI work as a barista and a bartender, both part-time. Itâs a lot of work, but I havenât really been able to start a career just yetâŚâ
âAhâŚâ
You take another swig from the bottle before passing it over to him, pulling your knees closer to your chest as he also drinks. After spending your entire life boasting about how youâll thrive in the city, admitting all of your unexpected struggles to him has you feeling increasingly disappointed in the outcome of your six years away.
âYou do like it there, though, right?â Hongjoong asks earnestly, his gaze shifting to study your face as you contemplate the answer.
Yes. Of course you should say yes⌠Why are you not saying yes?
As you look into his eyes, the word âyesâ doesnât come as easily as it usually does when youâre asked this question. Just as you felt when you first drove into the cityâs limits, you feel like, for the first time in six years, you are truly being forced to consider the reality of your urban life compared to the life you had here. The doubts youâve had about your move, which you have always so diligently repressed, are finally at the forefront of your mind as you are faced with everything you left behind. And that fact that Hongjoongâs caring eyes continue to bear down heavy on you doesnât help your effort to ignore the aching in your chest.
You rip your gaze away from him and look back up at night sky, afraid of what spiral you would start heading towards if you shared that moment with him any longer.
âYou know, I was really surprised to see you tonight,â you state in an attempt to change the topic.
âYeah? Why is that?â You are thankful that he also directs his attention back to the constellations as if giving you permission to avoid his earlier question.
âI just assumed you would also end up leaving this place. Move on to bigger and better things. Maybe become a new age artist or something.â He chuckles at your terminology.
âA new age artist, huh? I mean, I guess I couldâve done that, but I never really needed much more outside of what I have here. As long as I have the things that are important to me, Iâm perfectly happy.â
You spare a side glance at him to see the beauty of his smile under the pale moonlight. You canât help the slight jealousy that arises at his simple attitude towards contentment, as if it is almost too easy for him to be pleased with life.
âSo youâre just doing perfect then? All sunshine and rainbows?â The slight edge in your voice gives away your saltiness, but he doesnât bother commenting on it.
âWell, no. There are still things I want and regrets I have, but itâs like you said: nothing is perfect.â
What regrets could he possibly have, though? Hongjoong has always been the type to live exactly as he pleases without worrying about the reactions or judgments of others, so you canât help but be curious about his statement.
âRegrets? Of all people, I wouldnât expect that from you.â
He sighs as if thinking deeply over the subject and smiles minutely, though the supposed happiness doesnât quite reach his eyes. âDoesnât everyone have regrets, though? Things they would do differently if they had the chance?â
He gazes at you once again and, for a moment, his expression almost betrays the intentions behind his cryptic statement. Your heart is suddenly beating at twice its normal rate from the strange tension that thickens the eveningâs cool breeze, and you wonder if he can feel it too. The look in his eyes has you falling deeper into his stare until an episode of roaring laughter from the party down below wakes you both from the prolonged moment.
Hongjoong clumsily clears his throat as his eyes flicker here and there, eventually bringing the wine bottle to his lips to take another gulp. Needing something else to focus on besides your bodyâs heated reaction to the man beside you, you act swiftly to change the subject yet again.
âYou know, I told you about myself, but I still donât know what youâve been up to. Surely youâre not still working under Barry, are you?â
Hongjoong laughs boisterously from being reminded of his chaotic part time job in high school. Looking for extra cash to spend, he had taken up a few shifts at Barryâs restaurant supposedly just to wash dishes, but he ended up being the cook, server, manager, host, and personal assistant all in one. Every day he would come over after work with a new story about the dayâs adventures that got wilder as time went on, but at least he got paid pretty well.
âNo, definitely not. I wouldâve been worked into an early grave by this point if that were true,â he chuckles, the mood lifting instantly with the sound of his laughter. âIf youâre really curious about what Iâve been doing, I could take you tomorrow to show you.â
Your cheeks burn at his offer, but a small âsureâ escapes you before you can stop it. He smiles at you in earnest and you match his expression despite the nervousness growing in your chest over what youâve just agreed to.
âHongjoong!â you hear his mother call in the distance. âJoongie!â
He exhales begrudgingly and hands you the bottle of red. âI guess thatâs my cue. Note to self: next time, donât carpool with your parents.â
You snicker at his comment, knowing full well that, despite his words, he will likely do it again if they ask him to because he cares about them so much, even if it means being on their schedule.
Hongjoong carefully stands and shuffles his way closer to the open window, stopping when half his body is already inside to peek out and see you once again. âIâll pick you up around one.â
âIâll be ready.â
He seems to hesitate before speaking. âIâm really glad I got to see you tonight. I missed you.â
Before you can reply, he has already escaped indoors, off to find his parents so he can escort them home. You let out a deep sigh you werenât aware youâd been holding, your breath turning instantly to fog that dissipates into the chilly night. Your heart is a hurricane of unclear emotions just from this one conversation. Some of Hongjoongâs words even echo mercilessly in your mind.
Doesnât everyone have regrets, though? Things they would do differently if they had the chance?
You try your hardest to not imagine exactly what he is referring to or think of the things that you are suddenly feeling regretful over. Having to ponder either has your chest constricting with anxiety and doubt, so you simply lay back against the cold shingles of the rooftop once more and search for images in the bright rural stars that can finally shine freely without the overwhelming light pollution of the city.
In considering your plans with Hongjoong, you think that tomorrow canât come soon enough, but you also hope it never comes. It is a strange contradiction that leaves you feeling torn between both hope and fear. You arenât even sure what exactly you are wishing to happen tomorrow, but for now you at least decide to go to bed so the chaos in your mind will cease.
~
By the time one oâclock rolls around, youâve spent the entire morning frantically obsessing over what to wear, how to style your hair, and how much makeup to put on. Itâs not like there is much fashion guidance for meeting up with your estranged childhood best friend with whom you have an inexplicable deep-seated connection that youâve always been afraid to approach. Your family simply observed in confusion as you tried on every piece of clothing you brought in your suitcase, had a mini mental breakdown because you shouldâve packed something better, and ultimately ended up in the very first outfit you tried on. By the concerned way theyâve been looking at you, they surely believe that the city must have turned you into an absolute nut. Honestly, they might not be wrong.
From where you sit anxiously bouncing your leg on the living room sofa, you can hear Hongjoongâs car crunching down the gravel driveway and force yourself to take a steadying breath before you stand.
âBe cool. Itâs just Hongjoong. You got this,â you murmur to yourself in assurance despite your dad being seated just a few feet away.
âYou do got this, sweetie,â he teases as you shoot him a playful glare, to which he chuckles amusedly. Youâre just thankful he doesnât ask why youâre freaking out so much about meeting the person you spent your entire youth with. That level of nosiness really is more your momâs speed, but even she has refrained from questioning your odd behavior today.
Hongjoong is already climbing the few stairs to your front porch when you step outside. He stops and stares for just a split moment, his eyes raking instinctively over your figure in a manner that has you trying to ignore the burning heat in your cheeks.
âHey. You look nice,â he compliments while flashing his perfect smile in your direction.
âThanks, you do too.â
It may just sound like pleasantries, but he really does look good in the oversized navy sweater and light denim jeans he is wearing. Him wearing nice clothing is something you arenât quite used to yet, but you definitely arenât complaining, even if it does cause butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
âReady to go?â he asks as you join his side.
âReady if you are.â
He leads you to the same SUV heâs been driving since high school and kindly opens the passenger door for you, waiting until you are settled to close it gently. You canât even remember how many nights you spent hanging out in this car just talking or getting high on some relaxed weekends, the two of you often finding a secluded place to park and just chill together. It isnât a luxury vehicle by any means but Hongjoong had specifically upgraded the sound system long ago just so you could bump the new music you were always playing for him. Even if he wasnât into the music itself, he adored seeing how excited youâd get when sharing something you love, so the AUX cord effectively came under your ownership despite the fact that he was always the one driving.
âAnd weâre off,â Hongjoong hums to himself, having climbed in the driverâs seat and started the car during your nostalgic flashbacks.
âAre you going to tell me where weâre going yet?â
âYou know where weâre going,â he jokes merrily. âIâm going to show you what Iâve been up to.â
You roll your eyes with a dramatic scoff, knowing heâs pressing your buttons just for fun. âYou know what I mean. Do I only get to find out once we get there?â
âBingo,â he sing-songs. âNo spoilers.â
âOh god, you arenât going to take me to some murder den, are you?â
He slaps his thigh dramatically as he bursts into laughter, the sound like music to your ears as you settle back into a comfortable rhythm rather quickly.
âDefinitely not, but if I were taking you to one, I wouldnât tell you anyways.â
âFair point, but be warned. I took two taekwondo lessons in college and can be lethal when I want to,â you mock with a playful chop of the air for emphasis.
âAh, I will watch out for your amazing white belt skills, then,â he snickers. âYou really havenât changed at all, have you?â
âYou donât think I have?â
Honestly, you had been thinking that you were the only thing to have changed (besides his appearance), but his words do make you think that you have been settling more and more into yourself as you spend time with him.Â
âNo, youâre definitely the same weirdo youâve always been.â
You lightly slap his arm in retaliation for the name calling, to which he responds in a comically dramatic fashion. As you both continue to joke around, though, his words still linger in the back of your mind. Are you really the same person you were then?
It takes all of five minutes before he is pulling up to the curb near one of the old brick buildings towards the end of main street. It almost looks like a townhome with how itâs sandwiched on both sides by other buildings, a quaint style signature of small towns. Of course you recognize the place, but youâve only ever been in the storefront at its base, a cute little candle and soap shop run by the couple who lives three doors down from you.
âAh, so youâre a chandler now?â you ask in confusion as you both exit the car and step onto the uneven stone sidewalk.
Hongjoong laughs under his breath in reply and envelops your hand in his as he leads you to an unmarked entrance. It is positioned to the left of the shopâs windows where one building almost becomes the next, and you likely wouldnât have paid it any mind if he werenât pulling you inside of it.
Rather than focusing much on the door, however, your mind is busy trying to comprehend his casual attitude towards holding your hand, as if he wasnât trying to give you a handshake instead of a hug less than 24 hours ago. But because he treats it normally, you donât mention it or pull away either, especially not remarking on the fluttering feeling it gives you even as he takes you up a set of creaky and uneven stairs. The dim lighting here also makes you think maybe you were right about the murder denâŚ
As you reach the second floor, Hongjoong lets go of your hand to fish his keys from his pocket, using the only golden one to unlock the first door on your right. Once you both step inside, you are relieved to find that the walls and floors are not covered in plastic and blood. Instead, you find a quaint photography studio equipped with fancy lights, multiple tripods, a plush couch, backdrops ready to be rolled down, and a messy desk in the corner.
âWow, Joong! This is amazing,â you coo, the nickname naturally slipping out as your eyes continue to wander around the room.
âItâs nothing special. Iâve been renting this space out for a couple years after saving up enough so now I actually have a place for shoots,â he explains humbly. âI also do nature photography that I license out since there are so many pretty landscapes around here.â
âSo this is all yours?â
âYeah. Itâs not much, but it makes me happy.â
You glance over at him to see his contented expression as he talks about his work, making you pleased that he has found something meaningful and satisfying to do. At the same time, you canât help the tinge of jealousy at seeing how much he loves what he does. Every time you even think about having to go to work, youâre instantly put in a bad mood and dreading the moment you have to clock in.
As Hongjoong feels the weight of your stare and his eyes meet yours, you immediately whip your head elsewhere to continue looking around, ignoring the rush of embarrassment flowing through you from being caught. You do your best to pretend you donât hear his under-the-breath chuckle.
As you scan over his work space, you notice the wall of framed photos and stroll over to admire his work. You recognize all the smiling faces inside the portraits and a grin creeps onto your face at the sight.
âAre theseââ
âEveryone in town, yeah. Well, not everyone is up on the wall, but the rest are in my portfolio. When they found out I wanted to pursue photography as a career, they all decided to come get their portraits taken to support me and get me started financially. Sweet, huh?â he remembers fondly as you continue to admire the heart-warming joy on the faces of everyone you know.
âReally sweet.â
Looking at their happy expressions, you feel a mixture of fondness and melancholy pang in your heart. All of these people who have loved and looked after you at some point in your life, facing you now with such elationâŚ
Though you canât quite explain why, it makes you sad to think of them all continuing to live happily without you while you were gone. Itâs not that you want them to have spent the time miserable or anything, but you canât help feeling like youâve missed out on a happiness that you had always been a part of.
You think back on the photos that have been taken of you over the last six years and canât imagine a single one where you are smiling as genuinely as any of the people here. Youâve had to force a smile on your face for long enough that it felt normal, but seeing these portraits puts your thoughts into a different perspective, especially considering their backstory.
âThey really did all that for you?â you ask not because you donât believe it, but because it is difficult to comprehend such a beautiful act of kindness that shows just how much the people of this town care for each other.
âYeah. The perks of small town living, everyone is basically one giant family.â
âRight. You definitely wouldnât see something like this in the cityâŚâ You wonder if Hongjoong can pick up on the sadness behind your words or the way your face has fallen. He steps up right next to you and looks down in concern, signifying he must have noticed.
âYou havenât made any friends there? Iâm sure they would do a similar thing for you,â he coos in an attempt to comfort you, but you just sigh as a frown continues to decorate your face.
âI have a few, but thatâs not what I mean. This kind of community. This kind of connectionâŚâ You pause as you try to think of what it is you mean to say. âWhen Iâm there, it feels as though I could disappear into thin air and no one would notice. No one would care. I have no place there. Not like you all have a place here.â
The impact of your honest words only hits you as you hear them escape your own mouth. You never fully realized the degree of dissatisfaction you have been living with until this moment in which the truth that youâve been ignoring has begun clawing its way out of the depths of your mind and into fruition. Somehow speaking these grievances out loud immediately makes them feel exponentially more real.
It doesnât help that, right above the sofa, there are a few smaller, blurrier pictures hanging that catch your attention. As you step in front of them to get a better look, your heart practically cracks in half at what you find.
âOh, those are just⌠some old pictures,â Hongjoong mumbles awkwardly, unsure of how to address this entire situation.Â
In each of the small frames sits an image of you two, the timing ranging all the way from childhood up until the day you left for college. In each of them, by his side, you look truly happy⌠and so does he.
You carefully remove one from the wall and sit down on the couch to stare at it. Behind the layer of glass is the same image of you two at graduation that you had been admiring just last night, your face painted in joy as you laugh at Hongjoong. The very same man, though now grown up, takes a seat directly next to you and peeks at the picture as well.
Despite the embarrassment he is feeling from you discovering his little montage of fond memories, his heart is starting to ache at how quickly your mood has sunk since entering the room. He can tell just how much sadness you are carrying, and he canât help but feel it as if itâs his own. After all, you two have always been so intensely connected that you share each otherâs pain just as much as you share your happiness.
Seeing you move to the city, despite always knowing that day would come, was one of the darkest times of his life. But, being the supportive and caring friend (or whatever it is that you two are) that he is, he never once let you know just how badly he wished you would stay. He has always made it a priority to put your happiness and your dreams first because, even though he has never said anything, it has always been you.
Everything in his life has forever centered around you, including his heartâ no, especially his heart. He has known that he loves you since before he can ever remember. As kids, he knew that he loved being with you and being friends, but it was only once he got older that he fully realized the depth of his feelings and what âbeing in loveâ truly meant. Even as a young teen, he was sure that this was the only word that could describe his affection for you, and he has always been pretty damn sure that you feel the same way too.Â
At the same time, however, you had already been dreaming of an urban lifestyle for a long while, taking any opportunity you could get to gush about your future endeavors. The question of whether or not to approach your shared feelings plagued him for years, but he knew that crossing that line would possibly keep you from pursuing the new life youâve always wanted. Hongjoong, sometimes far too mature for his age, refused to be the one thing holding you back from happiness. If you wanted to move to the city and live that glamorous life, then that is what he wanted for you too.Â
As a result, he resolved to never push the boundaries of your relationship unless you were the one to initiate it. He would only allow himself the pleasure of being with you if that is what you decided that you wanted. That doesnât mean it didnât kill him every day to hold back, though.
Seeing you like this, he wants nothing more than to scoop you up in a giant hug, kiss your forehead, and tell you anything and everything that will make you smile again, but maybe that is pushing a bit too far. Instead, he chooses to address your notion of having no place, the idea of you truly believing no one cares upsetting him immensely.
âYou know, you have a place here too. Not just âus,ââ he calmly assuages you, though it just makes your heart ache more.
âNot anymore. I left.â
âThat doesnât mean you canât come back.â
âAfter spending my whole life talking about how Iâm going to make it big in the city? I may not be succeeding in life right now, but to become that big of a failureâŚâ
âItâs not failure,â he interjects with authority, causing you to finally look up at him. âChanging your mind and choosing what makes you happy doesnât make you a failure. It makes you really brave, actually.â
When you fail to respond, he worries that he may have been too forward and quickly back pedals.
âIâm not saying you have to come back. What you want to do with your life is up to you. Itâs just that you donât seem⌠happy.â
His words hit you like a truck, as well as the realization that follows.
You donât seem happy?
No, you arenât happy.
You arenât happy that you chose to move to the city. You arenât happy that you so easily let Hongjoong leave your life. You arenât happy that youâve settled for dissatisfaction for the past six years. You arenât happy that you are now here next to the person who makes you happiest, in the place that makes you happiest, only now realizing that you arenât fucking happy.
And in this moment, youâre curious as to whether he isnât happy about it either.
âJoong?â
âHm?â
Although he doesnât show it, his heart beats at a mile per minute in anticipation of what could possibly be going on in your mind. Even though he can usually read you like a book, there are times when your formidable silence causes anxiety to course through his veins and occupy his every thought in trying to decipher your emotions.
âWhen you said you have regretsâ things you would do differently⌠what exactly were you talking about?â
Here it is. The moment youâve always dreaded would come in which one of you finally addresses the unspoken depths of your relationshipâ finally makes it known that youâve both been skirting around this delicate subject all along. You never thought youâd be the one to do it, and yet here you are.
Hongjoongâs mind is a flurry of chaos as he registers exactly what you are alluding to, trying to decide whether or not he should admit the truth that youâve both left ignored. His mind flashes back to the moment he spotted you yesterday and the rush of emotions that instantly flowed through his body. It was as if the past six years he spent trying to let you go meant nothing as you reappeared in his life like flowers once again blooming after a long, hard winter. Even through his awkwardness and anxiety during that first interaction, he could feel the same familiar comfort that only you could provide, a comfort that makes him feel safe and loved.
Now, sitting here as you watch him expectantly, he canât bear the thought of letting you go again. Just imagining it has him feeling like someone has reached into his chest and ripped out his beating heart. If you hate the city as much as you appear to, would it really be so bad if he finally allowed you both to explore this thing between you? Would he really be keeping you from anything if itâs a life youâve already explored and, supposedly, donât like? Even if you havenât directly said that you want him, surely you wouldnât bring this matter up if you didnât want to hear his honest answer.
Hongjoong looks like a deer in headlights at your question as he contemplates his reply, and you are about to take it all back.
Fuck it, he ultimately thinks to himself, speaking before you can retract your query.
âYou,â he states simply, a more confident expression appearing on his face as he has collected himself and realized it is now or never. Your eye contact never breaks and you can hear the sound of your heart pumping against your chest. His hand even rises to cup your blushed cheek, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body.
âThe one thing I would do differently⌠I would go back and be selfish. Let you know that you leaving tore me apart inside. Let you know how I really feel about youâ how Iâve always felt about you. I would do everything possible to stay in contact with you, no matter how much it hurt.â
âJoongâŚâ
âI wouldnât wait until Iâve already lost you to realize just how badly I need you.â
His thumb gently rubs back and forth against your cheek as he speaks more eloquently and sincerely than youâve ever heard him before. Tears burn at the corners of your eyes, but you refuse to let them spill.
âJoong, you havenât lost me,â you murmur softly.
His eyes search yours for a split second before he is leaning inâoh god he is leaning in. Your limbs are instantly frozen as your brain struggles to process the dramatic turn of events in the past few minutes, your mind in an absolute state of confusion and chaos as he gets closer. For the first time ever, he presses his lips gently against yours, and it is enough to shock your system awake.
A split second later, you are shooting up from your position on the couch. Hongjoong follows your lead in a panic, his face flushed from the kiss.
âIâm sorry. I shouldnât haveââ
âNoâ Itâs notâ I justâ I just⌠need to think,â you stammer with difficulty while trying to look at anything but him.
In your moment of fight or flight, you quickly set down the frame you were holding and rush out the door towards the exit. You can hear Hongjoong following you outside and onto the sidewalk. When you continue past his car, and in the direction of your house, he calls after you.
âY/N! Just let me drive you home!â
âNo, itâs okay. Iâm going to walk⌠and think. I need to just think.â
You feel awful leaving him with such an anxious expression on his face, but you turn and keep walking anyway, driven solely by autopilot like some kind of robot programmed to escape emotionally turbulent situations. Of all the things you imagined happening today, this was not something you foresaw: the weight of the world crashing down upon your shoulders as you realize how much you hate the life youâve made for yourself, only to finally dive headfirst into the feelings youâve always harbored for Hongjoong just moments after.
It is overwhelming to say the very least.
~
A few hours later, as the sun is just beginning to set, you pull up to the secluded spot by the lake where Hongjoongâs car is already parked. You two used to hide away here all the time as teenagers, where no one was ever able to find you. Together, youâd discovered the little opening long ago and made it a point to keep it a strict secret, a place where it would only ever be the two of you. Hongjoong has also regularly used the space as a little getaway where he does all his thinking, much like how you stargaze from your rooftop. That is exactly why you knew you would find him here.
After running off earlier in the day, you spent a few hours just trying to process everything you are feeling and what it all means. Your poor parents were once again mystified at your odd behavior as you locked yourself away to think, but youâve ultimately come to many realizations and conclusions that you shouldâve acknowledged years ago. With your thoughts in order, your next priority is to visit your best friend and sort out the whole situation that youâve created. Youâre sure he must be feeling just as unsettled as you were after the events of this afternoon.
As you park next to his SUV, you see Hongjoongâs silhouette seated by the edge of the water. He doesnât need to turn around and look to know it is you, so he just waits as you approach him, the only sounds being the crunching leaves under your feet and the crickets singing in the distance. You sit to his left where there is room on the small blanket he uses to keep his pants from getting dirty. A cold breeze rustles the trees and you pull your jacket even tighter around your body. The warm hues of the sunset cast his features in subtle hints of pinks and oranges, causing you to momentarily admire his beauty even though the tense air has your chest feeling tight.
âFigured Iâd find you here. Mind if I join?â you ask, echoing his words from last night in an attempt to lighten the mood. He glances over and offers you a small smile, but you can clearly see the anxiety still resting in his face.
âTechnically, youâve already joined,â he replies in jest, bumping his shoulder against yours lightly to show that he doesnât actually mind. You turn your gaze back to the water so itâs easier for you to speak. If you could still see every minute change in his expression, you arenât sure youâd be able to say what youâve been pondering for the last few hours.
âIâm sorry about earlier,â your murmur as your fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt. âIâm sorry I freaked out on you.â
He sighs. âI should be the one apologizing. I shouldnât have said anything and especially shouldnât have done anything without your permissionââ
âNo, Joong, itâs not that.â You can feel his stare burning holes into your skin, but you still canât bring yourself to look over. His silence prompts you to continue. âIt was just a lot for me, all at once. About the city stuff, I just started acknowledging a lot of things that Iâd ignored for so long, and it was obviously overwhelming to suddenly realize that you hate the life youâve chosen. I mean, Iâve spent my whole life working towards and dreaming of the glamor of the city so it kind of feelsâand I donât even know if this makes senseâbut it feels like part of my identity. Iâve placed myself on this path and deviating from it felt almost like a betrayal⌠or a failure.â
âYou already know what I think about that,â he mumbles in response to your last statement.
âI know, I know. Objectively I can see that it doesnât necessarily make me a failure, but itâs hard to not feel that way.â Hongjoong hums in understanding, staying mostly quiet to let you say what you need to. Nonetheless, half of his mind continues to worry about when youâll address his confession.
âI realized Iâve spent my whole life thinking I would be someone that, in reality, Iâm just not. As much as Iâd love to be that person who thrives in the fast-paced, achievement-oriented world, that isnât what actually made me happy. I spent so much time dreaming about a new life that I didnât even stop to realize that I was already happy here, where people know and care about me.â
You smile up at the glowing pink clouds in the distance, surprisingly at peace with your realizations after spending hours thinking them through (and perhaps freaking out for a number of those hours, but that is beside the point).
âI guess, subconsciously, thatâs why I never came back to visit until I was forced to. Maybe some part of me knew I would remember how life used to be filled with so much joy and love, so I just pushed everything away that reminded me of this town. Including you. Which wasnât fair.â
âDoes that mean youâre moving back?â Hongjoong tries not to get his hopes up too much as he asks the question, but he canât hide the excitement in his voice. You spent a long time considering this question once you came to terms with all your feelings about the last six years, but the answer seems both incredibly simple and incredibly complicated at the same time.
âI think I want to, but what would I do here? I canât just come back and mooch off my parents.â
Even if your parents would be fine with it, your pride wonât allow you to take that big of a step back after living on your own for so long. Although you are pretty damn sure by now that you want to come home, there are a lot of logistics that you need to take into account.
âYou could do the same thing youâve always dreamed of: open up a little cafe with the best coffee in town. Just do it here instead of there.â Joong forces himself to keep from blabbering on about how he knows the perfect spot just a couple buildings down from his studio, the people you could contact to get it remodeled, where to find some good discounted furniture, and more. No matter how desperately he wants you to come back, he refuses to pressure you into anything.
Opening up shop here isnât something youâd even thought about since youâd always been so stuck on your vision of a busy backstreet cafe, but starting a business here would actually make a lot of sense. Of course, it would take a lot of work and monetary investment, but considering how the community helped Hongjoong in his photography career, you are sure that they wouldnât let you fail either. Having that sense of support as a foundation makes the idea seem all the more appealing.
âDo you think Iâd be able to do it?â you ask for the last boost of confidence you need to make up your mind.
âAs cliche as it sounds, I think you can do anything you set your mind to.â You chuckle at just how cheesy he is. âIt wouldnât be easy, for sure, but you already know that everyone here would do anything they can to help you. And I may not know a ton about business, but I can offer my services as well. Iâd do whatever it is you need to make you happy.â
Your cheeks burn at his suave words. Even if he didnât mean to sound so romantic, his statement has you melting. How could you have ever let him leave your life?
From the fluttering of your heart, you remember that there is one other unresolved issue that you two have yet to discuss.
âJoong?â
The sound of your voice immediately suggests where this conversation is going. Hongjoong feels as though his heart has stopped beating and his breath silently catches in his throat. He had almost forgotten the main reason he was so anxious to talk to you in the first place, but now he can tell what is coming next. The tension in his chest only gets worse once you turn to look at him with earnest eyes.
âWhat you said earlierâŚâ you start, a blush coming to your face from saying this out loud. âDid you really mean it?â
âWould I joke about something like that?â You know he wouldnât, but you want to hear him confirm it.
âThatâs a cop out. Yes or no,â you push.
âYes, of course I meant it. Every word.â Hongjoongâs racing heart thumps wildly against his chest despite the cool attitude he is attempting to display.
âWhy didnât you bring it up back then? Before I left?â
âI never wanted to be the person who held you back from your dreams,â he admits, surprising you slightly. You thought maybe he was just too afraid or didnât want to risk your friendship, but thisâŚ
âWhat do you mean?â He exhales and finally turns his face away from yours, the eye contact becoming too intense for him to maintain while also discussing this topic.
âI was afraid that by bringing up⌠us, you might not try living the life youâve always wanted. Telling you how I felt, knowing it would make it hard for you to leave, just felt like a selfish thing to do,â he admits in all honesty. He rubs his hands against his jeans as he continues, too antsy to hold still. âWhen you asked me that question earlier, I just couldnât imagine letting you go a second time. I didnât want to make the same mistake again.â
You can feel your eyes welling with tears from hearing just how much he truly cares for you, enough to put his own happiness aside and whole-heartedly support your dreams even when they didnât include him.
âSo youâve felt it too?â you ask timidly as you both gaze at each other once again. Youâve always known the answer to this question, but hearing him say it out loud is something entirely different, a tipping point that neither of you will be able to turn back from. You donât even need to clarify what youâre asking because Hongjoong just knows.
âHow could I not?â he scoffs, the answer seeming obvious to him. âBut Iâll never pursue anything that you donât want.â
âWho said I donât want it?â You arenât sure where your sudden brazenness comes from. Perhaps you are just surprised he hasnât stopped to consider just how much you care for him too, even if you made some mistakes along the way.
Hongjoong blinks a few times in confusion. âBut earlier, you ran off when IâŚâ
âJoong, it really was just because it was a lot to process all at once. It isnât because I donât feel the same way about you.â
Hongjoong feels like his heart has swollen to ten times its normal size as his anxiety over the earlier interaction is quelled. And now to hear you finally confirm your own feelings for him, he thinks he must be on cloud nine.
You gently reach over and take his hand in yours, the sensation familiar except for the (now overtly) romantic context. His warm skin heats your frozen fingertips that have continued to get chillier as the sun has tucked itself away beyond the horizon.
âIt has always been you,â you explain softly. âI always knew you were my personâ my soulmateâ but I was afraid to acknowledge that it was love for a long time. The answer seemed so obvious, but also so uncertain and scary.â
âDo I scare you?â he jokes, flashing his blinding smile in your direction as you laugh and roll your eyes. It is relieving to have the serious tension washed away.
âAs if you could scare anyone,â you scoff. âI was afraid ofâ I donât knowâ ruining our friendship, I guess. You never approached it, so I just ignored it too.â
You gaze at your intertwined hands as your thumb strokes his skin softly. âEarlier today, when I was questioning everything Iâve ever wanted, the only thing I never questioned was wanting you.â
âYeah?âÂ
You give him a timid nod. Hongjoong seems to get even more nervous as he clears his throat and plays with your fingers restlessly. âNow that we both know, what are we going to do about it?â
Compared to earlier, when he boldly laid his heart out in front of you and made the first move, he is now much more shy. You can tell his stomach is erupting with butterflies, just like yours is, and it is honestly adorable. Your eyes flit back up to his face and you see his blushing cheeks under the fading light. He looks so perfect like this and there is only one thing you want to do.
Before you can overthink it, you boldly reach around to the back of his neck and pull him closer to connect his soft lips with yours. After a moment of surprise, he returns the kiss whole-heartedly, his hands resting on the sides of your face as he holds you near. You melt into each otherâs embrace, the kiss entirely different from earlier. Instead of being shrouded in uncertainty and confusion, it now feels like you have finally found something that has always been missing. It just feels right.Â
From the way your lips move in perfect time to the warmth that fills your heart, Hongjoong feels like home in every way possible. All of the worries youâve dealt with in the past 24 hours, perhaps even the past six years, fade away at the comfort of having him in your arms, where he plans to stay forever.
As you get lost in the sensation, your kisses get more desperate and heated. Hongjoong has no problem matching your pace, though, when he has already waited over 24 long years for this moment. Your hands get a little excited in roaming his body, feeling down the expanse of his broad shoulders and toned chest. You never allowed yourself to fantasize about being this physical with him, but now itâs as if the floodgates have opened and you want nothing more than to be all over him.
When your hand just barely slips under the hem of his sweater and makes contact with his skin, he gasps at the chill of your fingertips and separates your lips. His hands are still pressed against your cheeks as he caresses your skin. You simply peer into each otherâs eyes, a hungry look enough for you both to understand whatâs going to happen.
With a playful giggle, you shoot up from your spot on the ground and start jogging towards his car. Halfway there, you glance back to find him still seated.
âAre you coming or not, slow poke?â you call out, breaking him of his daze. It takes only seconds for him to bolt up and over to you, grabbing your hand and tugging you along the rest of the way with a giddy smile on his face.
âHold on,â he commands as he jets from one side of the car to the other, rapidly folding down the backseats of his SUV to create one big, flat area in the back of his car. Your body tingles with excitement at the sight. He has already climbed inside when he reaches his hand out to you. âAre you coming or not, slow poke?â
You roll your eyes at his cheekiness and follow his lead, albeit a bit ungracefully. Within moments, you two are all over each other once again, hands roaming freely as he guides you to lay back against the floor of the vehicle. It is by no means comfortable, but you canât bring yourself to be bothered by the stiff surface, not when all of your senses are being entirely consumed by Hongjoong and the heat radiating from his body.
He hovers over your form, one hand keeping his weight from crushing you while the other follows the curve of your torso down to your waist, where his fingers dig into your flesh needily. Feeling desperate, he grinds his hips against yours, eliciting a moan from both your mouths at the pleasurable friction. Only when your hands grip at the hem of his sweater and start to pull it off does he break the kiss and grab your wrist to keep you still for a moment. He gazes down at you softly and you wonder why he stopped.
âAre you sure you want to move this fast? You donât usually sleep with guys so quickly, or at least you didnât before. And itâs me, so I donât know if that changes thingsâŚâ he babbles somewhat awkwardly, wanting to make sure you have thought this through.
You grin at his concern and press a quick peck to his cheek. âJoong, itâs because itâs you that I want to move this fast.â
He blushes beet red as the corners of his lips perk up.
âAre you okay with this?â you ask, not wanting to pressure him into anything.
He simply scoffs. âIs that even a question?â
With that, he is sitting up and pulling his top off in one fluid motion. Youâve seen him shirtless plenty of times in your life, but this is different. Not only has his body become more toned and mature, just the thought of this sight being all yours from now on has your pussy aching for attention. You canât help but reach out to run your fingers down his abdomen, admiring the goosebumps that raise on his skin from your featherlike touch. Your hand settles on his belt buckle and you give it a good tug, pulling him back down to press your lips against his.
âFuck, that was hot,â he pants through hungry kisses.
His nimble hands make quick work of your jacket and shirt, only breaking away from you when he has to. As he goes to unclasp your bra, you fumble with his belt buckle, reaching into his pants to palm him over his boxers as soon as you get it open. He groans at the sensation, his cock already hard in its confines.
âExcited?â you tease as he removes your bra entirely, leaving your top bare. He smirks haughtily as he tweaks your pebbled nipples and evokes a small gasp from you.
âYou act as if I wonât find you already soaking wet for me when I slip these jeans off,â he purrs before bringing his lips down to suck on one of your breasts.
Hearing such filthy words coming from his mouth for the first time has you reeling and a moan unknowingly escapes you. He glances up with a look that clearly reads âthatâs what I thought.â
God you never knew he could look this hot. From the lecherous glint in his eyes to the controlled dominance in his tone, everything about this man is driving you absolutely crazy. Still, his challenging statement has you wanting to provoke him just a bit more.Â
âYou think Iâm that easy, Joong?â
He chuckles at your instigation while he now focuses on swiftly stripping your bottom half.Â
âNot easy,â he coos as you lift your hips so he can remove your jeans and underwear. âJust horny.â
Your heart races as he gently spreads your legs apart and gazes down at your needy sex. He bites his lip at the sight and curses under his breath. A mixture of excitement and embarrassment settles in your gut from being so exposed. Here you are, laid out bare for your best friendânow moreâ to feast his eyes upon. It is almost too much to handle, your heart fluttering wildly at the scene playing out before you.
Hongjoong wastes no time in lowering himself onto his stomach so that his face hovers just inches from where you crave him most.
âYouâre even prettier than I imagined.â
He wants nothing more than to dive right into you and never again be separated from your perfect pussy. Needing to prove a point, however, he runs his middle finger up the length of your slit, smirking as he sees it glisten in the dim moonlight.
âWhoâs the excited one now?â he taunts, usurping the upper hand in this battle of wills.
Before you can quip back at him, he is licking a flat stripe along your cunt, his tongue stopping as it meets your clit to suck it past his soft lips. You moan erotically from the sensation and your back arches, only to be pushed back down by Hongjoongâs firm hands. He begins lapping at your sensitive bud, causing you to reach down and grip at his locks. The sting in his scalp only spurs him on.
âSo good,â you whimper pathetically, all thoughts of denying just how badly you want him now gone out the window. When his tongue flicks against you just right, you gasp. âFuck, why are you so good at this?â
He just smirks against you and glances up to meet your eyes with a puppy dog look that would scream pure innocence if it werenât for the fact that half his face is obscured by your needy pussy, which he devours like a man starved for a thousand years. Your praise, combined with the euphoria painted on your face, has him dying to please you even more, so he brings his hand down to your hole and easily slips his middle finger inside. He curls it up to rub along that certain spot inside you and your toes instantly curl in pleasure.
Small droplets of water run down the carâs windows from how foggy it has become, neither of you having to worry about the cold outside since youâve practically turned Hongjoongâs vehicle into a sauna through your body heat. In fact, it is almost too warm for comfort, beads of sweat forming at your brow, but neither of you pay it any mind.
âMore, please,â you mewl feebly.
Like the gentleman he is, Hongjoong obliges by adding another finger along with his first and dragging them languidly against your walls. His tongue never lets up its movement, switching between sucking and lapping at your clit as you grip his hair hard enough to keep from floating off to heaven. As you moan his name, his fingers pick up their pace and you can feel the knot in your core tightening. Your soaking pussy makes a lewd squelching sound as he continues and you immediately feel embarrassed, but the way that Hongjoong groans so obscenely in response to the noise clues you in to how much he likes it, thus washing away your trepidation. The pleasure is overwhelming, and you canât help but buck your hips against his face, especially when you notice him grinding against the floor of the car in an attempt to alleviate some of his own neediness.Â
âGonna cum for me, baby?â he slurs as he hears your shameless whimpers and feels you clenching harder around his digits.
As tempting as it is, you donât want to cum just yet, so you use your hold on his hair to pull him off of your sex. His fingers automatically stop as well as he looks up at you in confusion.
âYou okay?â The worry is palpable in his voice and you can tell he thinks heâs done something wrong.Â
âIâm fine, Joong. I just want to cum with you in me,â you explain, your brain fogging at the vulgar sight of his glistening lips and chin.
âFuck youâre killing me.â Your filthy request, and your obvious desperation for his body, has him melting like putty in your hands.
He pulls his fingers from your hole and makes a show of licking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours as you watch with bated breath. As he releases his digits with a pop, you canât take it anymore. You spring up from the floor, kissing him passionately as you guide him to lay down on his back. Your diligent hands take no time in removing the rest of his clothing, his cock springing free as you slip off his bottoms.
âHoly shit,â you curse emphatically as you take in his impressive size. âYouâve been walking around with that thing between your legs this whole time?â
âWell itâs not like I got it installed last week,â he chuckles as he strokes his length casually. You donât even bother acknowledging his joke. You are simply too desperate to have him inside you to waste any more time on fun and games.
You swing your leg over to straddle Joong, grabbing the base of his dick to help position it at your hole. As you look down at him, he nods minutely, as if approving of this final line that you two are crossing. In response, you start to slowly sink down on his cock, your pussy wet enough to make the process easier despite his overwhelming size.
âOh my god,â you gasp with your mouth agape as you fit him entirely inside. Youâve never felt more full, and you can tell Hongjoong feels just as good by the elongated moan that he lets out. âYouâre so fucking big.â
âAnd youâre so fucking tight.â
He lets you take a minute to adjust as you feel your walls flutter spastically to accommodate him. His hands rest on your hips, rubbing small circles into your skin as he bites his lip and waits for you to take the lead. Only when you start to move on your own does he assist you in grinding down on his length. A stuttered groan escapes him and your head falls back as you bask in the feeling of his dick pressing into all the right places.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve dreamed of this,â he purrs as the car rocks with your movement.
The thought of him having fantasized of this scene before has your core clenching. You wonder how many nights he stayed up imagining you underneath him, filling you up perfectly and pleasing you just as you deserve. Your (previously) seemingly innocent best friend must have touched himself a thousand times to the thought of your desperate moans begging for more as he stretches out your tight cunt, only to then face you each day as if he didnât spend each evening with you running around his mind while his hand was down his pants.
âDid your dreams feel as good as this?â
âNothing feels as good as this.â
He playfully smacks your ass and, in an effort to satisfy him even more, you switch to bouncing on his thick cock. The car squeaks in protest with each meeting of your hips, but the breathtaking pleasure is immediate. Joong, who consistently lets out unabashed moans, intertwines your fingers with his so that he can support your movements. Using your held hands as leverage, you increase your speed and intensity.
Hongjoong watches you with his bottom lip between his teeth as you get lost in the pleasure and pathetic whines fall from your mouth. He becomes transfixed by the way your tits bounce so pornographically in time with how you fuck yourself on his dick, your soft flesh looking so deliciously pliant from this angle. As his hands move back to your hips to urge you on, he even admires the small divots in your skin created by his fingers. Everything about you just seems so incomprehensibly perfect at this moment.
Eventually, your pace starts to falter as your thighs burn with exhaustion and Hongjoong takes that as his cue. You yelp in surprise as he uses his strength to swing you to the side and onto your back, once again positioning himself above you. Your hands rest on his shoulders as he pauses for a moment to just marvel at your beauty.
âI canât believe this is finally happening,â he admits shyly despite the fact that his cock is still plunged deep in your pussy.
âHow can I make you believe it?â You peck along his jawline before meeting his lips for a much slower, more romantic kiss.
âCum for me.â
He once again begins lazily pumping his dick in and out of your cunt, your nails digging into his shoulders from the feeling.
âHarder, please,â you fuss impatiently.
Hongjoong smiles to himself at how adorable he finds you when you pout, but quickly submits to your request by beginning to pound roughly into you. Even though you asked for it, the force behind the snapping of his hips takes you by surprise, causing you to let out a gasp that turns into a high-pitched moan. He sucks a hickey into the sensitive spot on your neck as you wrap your legs around his waist and listen to the sound of his pleased groans.
The knot in your core is again tightening from his unrelenting assault on your pussy and Joong can feel you clenching desperately around his cock. He sits back on his knees and uses his hands to push your legs up against your chest, effectively folding you in half, before continuing his absolutely brutal pace. From this angle, he perfectly hits your g-spot with every thrust. Spots dance in your vision from the mind-boggling pleasure and you can tell that your climax is just moments away.
âHold your legs, baby,â Hongjoong commands as he also senses your impending orgasm.
Though your limbs feel like jelly, you somehow manage to grip the backs of your knees, keeping yourself in place as Joong lets one hand go to rub furious circles against your clit. Your toes curl as your muscles tense instinctively, your body sent into overdrive by his expertise.
âHolyâ fuckâ Joongââ you pant through forceful thrusts.
âLet go, baby,â he purrs. âCum.â
His indecent demand is the last straw that sends you over the edge, your legs shaking as your high washes over your body. Your mind goes completely blank and his name falls from your lips like a mantra as the euphoria seems to last for hours.
Hongjoong can barely keep pumping into you with how tightly you constrict around him. His own orgasm isnât far off, and after a few more thrusts into your fluttering hole, he is pulling out and spilling his seed over your stomach with a moan.
As you both start to come down from the bliss of your climaxes, you slowly let your aching legs back down and Joong lays down next to you. Both of you fight to catch your breath and slow your racing hearts. Eventually, Hongjoong grabs one of his socks from where it was strewn earlier and uses it to clean his cum off your skin. You giggle at sight and rest your head against his chest the moment he is done.
âThat wasââ
âAmazing,â he finishes, to which you agree.
âAnd to think that 24 hours ago you were trying to shake my hand when we met again like some kind of diplomat.â He chuckles at the memory and his cheeks redden even more than they already have.
âLeave me alone,â he gripes childishly, though his tone clearly indicates that he isnât genuinely upset about it. âI didnât know what to do and I panicked.â
You laugh at his embarrassment, the joy of teasing him truly never getting old. âI just canât believe how fast this happened.â
He scoffs in disbelief. âHow fast? Baby, this didnât take 24 hours to happen, this took 24 years.â
He has a point, but a different part of his statement occupies your attention.
âCall me that again.â
âWhat? Baby?â
âMm hmm.â
He grins mischievously to himself. âYou like that, baby?â
You nod and timidly burrow further into his chest as he snickers and pets your hair lovingly. You wish you could just stay like this forever, frozen in time with his arms around you and your skin pressed flush against his.
âYou know weâre going to be the talk of the town now, right?â he sighs.
âI donât know. We might be beat out by the possible library haunting. Sounded pretty serious if you ask me.â His chest vibrates as he laughs, the sound like music to your ears.
A comfortable silence settles between you, a stark contrast to the awkward tension that clouded your interaction just yesterday. Although it technically took 24 years in total to get together, the process of falling back into Hongjoong after being away was undoubtedly rapid and passionate. It seems wild how much your life has changed for the better and how much happier you already are after spending so little time here. And, even though things in your life are more unsettled and unsure than ever before, you somehow feel the most at peace and comforted that you ever have, but apparently that is what coming home will do to you.