Easy Darling This Is My Safe space

You stared at your computer screen with a stern look on your face. Contemplating whether or not you were really going to do this. Your stupid Tinder date stood you up, so here you were at home dolled up expecting to go meet a hot guy at a bar, just for a text to ring your phone 10 minutes ago saying, “Sorry, have to cancel, maybe another time?” as fucking if.

Your computer screen reads the title Ome.TV , a site where you can rant to random strangers online. Better than telling your friends that a pathetic loser who was probably a catfish stood you up instead.

You sat at your desk, clicking to join a random video chat hoping to meet anyone who wasn’t a creep or just plain hideous. It was vain, but if you were going to chat with a random person about your horrible dating life, they could at the very least be conventionally attractive.

After a few refreshes, a boy with long thick dark hair flowing over his eyes, soft pale skin, and a nervous smile paired with dimples appeared on your screen. You both were caught in awe. He looked like a fucking greek statute. His jaw was beautiful, his eyes were a deep brown, and let’s not even get started on his lips.

But God, weren’t you a sight for him as well? His ears flamed red the longer he stared at you.

“Sorry, I guess I should say something shouldn’t I?” his deep voice rang through your device.

You were caught off guard by how his voice coated your eardrums. “Oh, God, my bad no,” you stammered blinking out of habit before you cleared your throat finally. “Hi, I’m Y/n,” you kindly introduced yourself, returning a kind smile to the stranger.

He nodded his head, replaying how to pronounce your name to himself. “That’s pretty, I’m Jaehyun. Nice to meet you,” he reciprocated. “Uhm, you’re dressed up to be on Ome tonight?” he questioned with a small chuckle, pointing out your skintight dress and styled appearance.

You scoffed rolling your eyes knowing now you had to explain to him why you really were online tonight. “No, I’m not that fucking insufferable,” you giggled in response, earning a small chuckle from the man. “I just got stood up, didn’t want the outfit to go to waste. Couldn’t complain to my friends about this either. The guy was from Tinder, it’s too embarrassing really,” you tried to conceal your frustration a bit with some self-depriving humor.

Jaehyun hummed as you explained what was going on. His eyes peered more into your background subconsciously. “It does look late where you’re from, I’ve been bored all morning. My work plans got canceled so I decided to try and come on here and troll,” he explained.

That’s when you notice the contrast in time of where he was. His room was lit with sunlight, windows wide open with white sheer curtains being the only protection from him and the bright rays. “Wait, where are you from?” you asked curiously cocking your head to the side.

He fiddled with his fingers as his dimples sparked across his face. “I’m from Korea, I’m assuming you’re from the States?” he inquired. You nodded along assuring he was correct once you told him what city you lived in. “Yeah, I lived in Connecticut when I was younger. My parents hated the States though, moved back when I was 10,” he informed you.

“I don’t blame them, Korea seems amazing. Would love to come and visit,” you remarked as your elbow leaned on your desk. You invested your full body into the conversation with the handsome stranger.

“Really? I could show you around, let me know whenever you want to come,” Jaehyun insisted as his body language was now fully invested in you. Leaning into his desk, eyes locked on the screen that portrayed your stunning face. Your neck. A peak of your cleavage in which he mindlessly stared at.

The next few hours went by quicker than you thought. The conversation shifted multiple times, telling Jaehyun about your sucky dating history. He even opened up to you about his, his toxic ex. Your toxic ex. Just getting along really well.

You made time to change out of your dress off camera into a comfortable matching crop top and pajama shorts set. (Which he was shamelessly intrigued in), and comfortably continued ranting to him.

He was all ears. He could listen to you for hours, thankfully today he was able to.

It was becoming mid-afternoon for Jaehyun, while for Tou it was well over midnight. You yawned timidly, covering your face to conceal it from the hot guy you shamelessly poured your heart into for the past 4 hours.

“You should rest shouldn’t you?” his honey voice rang through the screen. You protested immediately. “And hang up on you? As if,” you chuckled in resistance.

A small grin tugged from his lips. “I’ll send you my Instagram, let’s talk more there,” he spoke as he typed the handle @_jeongjaehyun into the chat box.

Your cheeks flushed crimson, shamelessly reaching for your phone to type in the handle. “I can’t believe you want to keep talking to little ol’ me,” you teasingly mentioned. You found his page and immediately began stalking him. This guy was made from heaven, he was the closest thing to perfect if it didn’t already exist through him.

“How could I not? Seriously, look at you Y/n, whoever stood you up was missing out. Not to mention you’re beautiful, but you’re easy to talk to. Girls like you are hard to find,” he wholeheartedly complimented. He noticed a notification ring on his phone, opened up to see you following him.

He immediately followed back and stalked your page as you simultaneously did the same with his. He discreetly took a scroll through your following, not in a possessive way but just in a curious manner. He wanted to see what artists you liked, what shows you watched, celebs you kept up with.

While you emerged in his highlights. He didn’t follow many people, just about 30 random guys, Cigarettes After Sex, and some RnB artists you both mutually liked.

He was a gym freak who could play piano and sing. “Oh my god, you can play piano?” you questioned as you held up the phone to the webcam, showing him you were fascinated with his hobbies.

Jaehyun scoffed rolling his eyes before looking back to respond. “I think you should get to sleep now darling,” he calmly yet sternly instructed. He managed to portray such an authority with the sweetest smile. You could fold immediately, and that would be bad. So bad.

You sheepishly smiled back and turned your phone off. You gave a fuck dragging sigh as you rolled your eyes. “Fine,” you dragged out succumbing to his orders. “I hope you’re still up by the time I wake,” you wished as you leaned into the webcam to wave at him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t go to bed without texting you beforehand,” he assured you as he waved as well to the webcam. “Goodnight darling,” he whispered.

“Goodnight Jae,” you wished back before disconnecting from the site.

Shutting your laptop and heading to bed immediately, you fell asleep constantly thinking about this man. How could such an attraction pool so suddenly? And with him being thousands of miles away, you knew this could only go so far if you let it.

Meanwhile for Jaehyun, he logged off the site the second you disconnected. He knew from day forward that he wanted you. He craved you.

And he would do whatever it took to get you.

ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .*

a/n: still slowly but surely uploading everything to make sure my page is back to where it needs to be! uploading the updated masterlist soon <3

You stared at your computer screen with a stern look on your face. Contemplating whether or not you were really going to do this. Your stupid Tinder date stood you up, so here you were at home dolled up expecting to go meet a hot guy at a bar, just for a text to ring your phone 10 minutes ago saying, “Sorry, have to cancel, maybe another time?” as fucking if.

Your computer screen reads the title Ome.TV , a site where you can rant to random strangers online. Better than telling your friends that a pathetic loser who was probably a catfish stood you up instead.

You sat at your desk, clicking to join a random video chat hoping to meet anyone who wasn’t a creep or just plain hideous. It was vain, but if you were going to chat with a random person about your horrible dating life, they could at the very least be conventionally attractive.

After a few refreshes, a boy with long thick dark hair flowing over his eyes, soft pale skin, and a nervous smile paired with dimples appeared on your screen. You both were caught in awe. He looked like a fucking greek statute. His jaw was beautiful, his eyes were a deep brown, and let’s not even get started on his lips.

But God, weren’t you a sight for him as well? His ears flamed red the longer he stared at you.

“Sorry, I guess I should say something shouldn’t I?” his deep voice rang through your device.

You were caught off guard by how his voice coated your eardrums. “Oh, God, my bad no,” you stammered blinking out of habit before you cleared your throat finally. “Hi, I’m Y/n,” you kindly introduced yourself, returning a kind smile to the stranger.

He nodded his head, replaying how to pronounce your name to himself. “That’s pretty, I’m Jaehyun. Nice to meet you,” he reciprocated. “Uhm, you’re dressed up to be on Ome tonight?” he questioned with a small chuckle, pointing out your skintight dress and styled appearance.

You scoffed rolling your eyes knowing now you had to explain to him why you really were online tonight. “No, I’m not that fucking insufferable,” you giggled in response, earning a small chuckle from the man. “I just got stood up, didn’t want the outfit to go to waste. Couldn’t complain to my friends about this either. The guy was from Tinder, it’s too embarrassing really,” you tried to conceal your frustration a bit with some self-depriving humor.

Jaehyun hummed as you explained what was going on. His eyes peered more into your background subconsciously. “It does look late where you’re from, I’ve been bored all morning. My work plans got canceled so I decided to try and come on here and troll,” he explained.

That’s when you notice the contrast in time of where he was. His room was lit with sunlight, windows wide open with white sheer curtains being the only protection from him and the bright rays. “Wait, where are you from?” you asked curiously cocking your head to the side.

He fiddled with his fingers as his dimples sparked across his face. “I’m from Korea, I’m assuming you’re from the States?” he inquired. You nodded along assuring he was correct once you told him what city you lived in. “Yeah, I lived in Connecticut when I was younger. My parents hated the States though, moved back when I was 10,” he informed you.

“I don’t blame them, Korea seems amazing. Would love to come and visit,” you remarked as your elbow leaned on your desk. You invested your full body into the conversation with the handsome stranger.

“Really? I could show you around, let me know whenever you want to come,” Jaehyun insisted as his body language was now fully invested in you. Leaning into his desk, eyes locked on the screen that portrayed your stunning face. Your neck. A peak of your cleavage in which he mindlessly stared at.

The next few hours went by quicker than you thought. The conversation shifted multiple times, telling Jaehyun about your sucky dating history. He even opened up to you about his, his toxic ex. Your toxic ex. Just getting along really well.

You made time to change out of your dress off camera into a comfortable matching crop top and pajama shorts set. (Which he was shamelessly intrigued in), and comfortably continued ranting to him.

He was all ears. He could listen to you for hours, thankfully today he was able to.

It was becoming mid-afternoon for Jaehyun, while for Tou it was well over midnight. You yawned timidly, covering your face to conceal it from the hot guy you shamelessly poured your heart into for the past 4 hours.

“You should rest shouldn’t you?” his honey voice rang through the screen. You protested immediately. “And hang up on you? As if,” you chuckled in resistance.

A small grin tugged from his lips. “I’ll send you my Instagram, let’s talk more there,” he spoke as he typed the handle @_jeongjaehyun into the chat box.

Your cheeks flushed crimson, shamelessly reaching for your phone to type in the handle. “I can’t believe you want to keep talking to little ol’ me,” you teasingly mentioned. You found his page and immediately began stalking him. This guy was made from heaven, he was the closest thing to perfect if it didn’t already exist through him.

“How could I not? Seriously, look at you Y/n, whoever stood you up was missing out. Not to mention you’re beautiful, but you’re easy to talk to. Girls like you are hard to find,” he wholeheartedly complimented. He noticed a notification ring on his phone, opened up to see you following him.

He immediately followed back and stalked your page as you simultaneously did the same with his. He discreetly took a scroll through your following, not in a possessive way but just in a curious manner. He wanted to see what artists you liked, what shows you watched, celebs you kept up with.

While you emerged in his highlights. He didn’t follow many people, just about 30 random guys, Cigarettes After Sex, and some RnB artists you both mutually liked.

He was a gym freak who could play piano and sing. “Oh my god, you can play piano?” you questioned as you held up the phone to the webcam, showing him you were fascinated with his hobbies.

Jaehyun scoffed rolling his eyes before looking back to respond. “I think you should get to sleep now darling,” he calmly yet sternly instructed. He managed to portray such an authority with the sweetest smile. You could fold immediately, and that would be bad. So bad.

You sheepishly smiled back and turned your phone off. You gave a fuck dragging sigh as you rolled your eyes. “Fine,” you dragged out succumbing to his orders. “I hope you’re still up by the time I wake,” you wished as you leaned into the webcam to wave at him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t go to bed without texting you beforehand,” he assured you as he waved as well to the webcam. “Goodnight darling,” he whispered.

“Goodnight Jae,” you wished back before disconnecting from the site.

Shutting your laptop and heading to bed immediately, you fell asleep constantly thinking about this man. How could such an attraction pool so suddenly? And with him being thousands of miles away, you knew this could only go so far if you let it.

Meanwhile for Jaehyun, he logged off the site the second you disconnected. He knew from day forward that he wanted you. He craved you.

And he would do whatever it took to get you.

ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .*

authors note: a drabble nobody asked for! i had this idea in my head this weekend and could not shake it out! felt like i HAD to write it. i’ve been going through a lot these last few weeks and really had to get back into writing for my own sanity. ily all, pls continue to support my work and i will continue to write! thank u!

If you’re feeling generous, you should buy me a coffee☕️.

You first met Mingyu when Vernon joined a fraternity in sophomore year to make more friends. “I can’t just have you. I need to have at least some friends that are dudes,” he said, which made you reply, “That’s the toxic masculinity talking.” And boy, had Mingyu been the epitome of that statement. Him and Vernon had connected instantly, sharing the same major and an affinity for art girls. You had never really gotten along with him like Vernon had hoped, but he was … attractive, to say the least.

Okay, maybe you had a crush on him. You had eyes.

But it was college and you both were on the cusp of 20. It was so hard to confess feelings back then, especially to someone like Kim Mingyu. Who you didn’t particularly enjoy talking to in the first place. However … he was probably one of the hottest men you’d ever seen; made in a lab for every young girl’s fantasy. Sometimes you couldn’t help but just stare at him, admiring his perfect teeth or the way his honey-gold skin shined in the afternoon sunlight. (You thanked your lucky stars that Vernon joined the college football team alongside Mingyu, just so you could  secretly ogle him during practice.)

Suffice to say, you did eventually hook up. In the most cliche way possible, you had both gotten a little too tipsy at the first frat party of senior year and wound up in Mingyu’s dorm, locking out his roommate for the entire night. It almost felt weird, realizing your attraction had been reciprocated, but he hardly said a word to you come morning. In fact, he never mentioned it again, period, choosing to avoid you except in group settings with Vernon. You weren’t a fool; you were quick to realize it meant nothing to him, just another notch on his bedpost.

Mingyu was every girl’s dream, but Mingyu was also uncommitted.

And he was walking towards you right now.

You looked up from your phone after stalking – looking through Mingyu’s Instagram. You never followed him, never checked in on him after graduation, but you knew how close he still was with Vernon. He even posted a picture with him recently. You rolled your eyes. Despite his long hair, you recognized Mingyu instantly as he went up to the barista and ordered a coffee. You studied him for a moment, noticing that there was a curl to his hair and the way those dark stands hung around his eyes. His skin was as perfect as ever and – goddamn, did he get bigger? He was wearing a jacket over his t-shirt and you could still tell how big his muscles were.

When he finally looked over his shoulder and your eyes connected, his face remained unchanged, if not a little awkward. He walked up to you, rubbing at the back of his neck, and said your name as if it were a question. “Yeah. Hi, Mingyu,” you replied with a wave. “It’s been a while.”

“Five years since graduation,” he added, pulling out the chair across from you and plopping down. “So you stopped putting those blonde highlights in your hair?”

Your eye twitched. Before you could spit out a response, a cute, dark-haired barista came over and set a fresh mug of coffee in front of him, completely ignoring that your own was practically empty. Mingyu flashed her a smile, showing off his pretty canines as she walked away. You frowned.

Vernon had told you last night that Mingyu wasn’t the same guy you knew in college, but you begged to differ.

Turning back to you, he took a sip from his mug and asked, “Why did you want to meet up again?”

“Because my best friend is an asshole and you lost a bet.”

“Oh, yeah. That.” He nodded.

You almost didn’t believe Vernon when he told you. You knew he didn’t exactly want to be your date to all these weddings and probably felt like he had to, but he did offer so you didn’t think much of it. Until he told you last week that he put all his guest invites on the line while playing a drinking game with Mingyu, which the latter lost. So now Kim Mingyu, your college one-night-stand that was scared of commitment, was committing to being your date to several weddings this year.

Kill me now, you thought.

“I thought drinking games and making silly bets like this didn’t happen once your frontal lobe formed,” you said, and his dark eyes flickered up to yours.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he cleared his throat and set the mug down again. “Men never really grow up.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and sat back in your chair. “Apparently,” you muttered under your breath. “How do you have the time to actually commit to this? Don’t you have a girlfriend or something?”

“One,” he held up a single finger, “I take bets very seriously and I’m not a sore loser. It’s only removing five weekends out of the year for me. No biggie. And two,” he lifted another finger, “No.”

You raised a brow. “Well, I guess that answers all my questions.”

Mingyu stared at you for a moment, running those two fingers over his bottom lip. You suddenly had a flashback to that night, remembering his hands all over you, remembering his fingers plunging inside and curling –

Not the time.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend? Why put down two people on these RSVPs you sent back and then force just anybody to be your date?” He fought the urge to smile, trying to dig a little deeper into you. You weren’t falling for it this time. “I love the guy, but I know Vernon wasn’t your first choice to accompany you.”

“My ex and I broke up,” you replied. “Not much to it.”

Intrigued, he sipped his coffee again. “Why?”

“It’s none of your business, Mingyu.”

“Well, as your new date –”

“Drop it,” you said, voice taking on a new tone. “I’m serious.”

Mingyu raised his hand in surrender, and you shook off your anger. This was supposed to be a friendly, quick conversation, but it was seemingly moving off the rails. A sigh escaped your mouth before you asked, “So you said this is only taking five weekends out of the year. What do you do with your time? Are you working?”

“I thought I answered all your questions.”

You narrowed your eyes.

He chuckled softly, exposing those canines once again. His smile was so … ugh, you needed to stop getting distracted. “I work at a restaurant four days a week as a cook, and then teach flag football at a rec facility the rest of the time. I’ve been trying to save up to open my own restaurant for years, but I got the time to be a makeshift wedding date.”

You knew Mingyu had always loved to cook – you remembered when he’d been the resident chef at the fraternity – but to hear he was still passionate almost … melted you a little. Almost. You were dedicated to not being too swayed by Mingyu’s pretty words. This was a deal and that was the end of it.

“I see,” you nodded, uncrossing your arms to play with the handle of your still empty mug. “I’ve been working at the same marketing agency since college. Pays the bills, you know?”

Mingyu gave you a knowing look before running a hand through the long strands. “Always so committed.”

Your lips pursed. “One of us has to be.”

“Speaking of commitment,” he said without missing a beat, pulling his phone from the pocket of his jeans. “What are the dates for those weddings again?”

Save the Date for the wedding of Choi Seungcheol and Holland Levine: February 28th

It was a rainy Sunday in February. Your coworker, Choi Seungcheol, was getting married today at a local venue on the outskirts. His girlfriend, Holland – otherwise known as, Hinge Holland, when he met her on the dating app 3 years ago – was a little kooky and asked for them to be eloped that morning. Seungcheol was too in love to say no; he’d do anything she asked. They were married early morning, and lucky for you and Mingyu, all you had to attend was a reception. It was a nice way to test the waters of this deal before anything got too crazy. 

Mingyu had picked you up in his truck, and together struggled to help lift you inside with your dress and heels on. As he drove away from the city and into a more rural area, he commented, “Your coworker must be real whipped to agree to a reception here.”

“What are you talking about?” You looked through your phone for the address Seungcheol had sent you months ago. “I thought the reception was at some small venue.”

Mingyu said your name, and you glanced over, seeing the smile on his face. “It’s a VFW owned by someone in his girlfriend’s family.”

You realized just how right he was when he pulled up to a spot in a VFW parking lot, seeing a crowd of Holland’s family pour into the post. You knew what the inside of a VFW looked like; you had your sweet 16 at one. But going to a wedding reception at one was a whole different story. Were the walls so old that they’d crumble once the DJ dared to play Dancing Queen?

Rain pounded from the sky, making the cold February wind even more chilly. Mingyu rounded the truck and opened your door, making sure to hold an umbrella above your head as you slid out of the seat. He looked … okay, he looked extremely handsome in his suit, tailored exactly to his body. You were in an old, off-the-shoulder black dress with mesh sleeves that were doing nothing in this wet cold. This wedding had crept up on you, and before you knew it, you remembered you didn’t have any new dresses to wear. And while it looked nice, the dress just barely zipped and you had to keep pulling up the neckline. Clearly, you had grown a bit since the last time you worn this. Probably in college.

Mingyu was staring at you now, letting his eyes wander down, and you were yanking at the neckline again. He didn’t deserve to see more of your cleavage. He whispered, “You look …”

“Just come on,” you cut him off, tugging him in the direction of the VFW. He struggled to keep up for a moment, rushing to hold the umbrella above both of you. 

As soon as you both walked inside, you realized just how dressed up you were compared to the place. The building looked like it hadn’t been updated since the 1990s. There was, at least, a huge buffet-style food setup in the corner and a man so old that he probably had one foot in the grave behind the bar. A sign in front of him said, OPEN BAR, written in thick sharpie. Various family members were congregating at tables, while the DJ – who looked like a Pitbull impersonator – was setting up at the head of the room. 

Seungcheol ran over the second he saw you meandering through tables. He had the biggest smile on his face, tugging his new wife over to introduce her to you before wiggling his eyebrows at you when he noticed Mingyu on your arm. Even Holland couldn’t help but ogle him. Seungcheol was one of your closest coworkers, so it wasn’t weird when he asked, “Who’s the beefcake?”

Mingyu was too busy dealing with Holland’s questions to hear you reply, “Don’t ask. I’ve cycled through many options before I was forced to bring him.”

“I’m sure it was quite difficult for you,” he snorted, before carefully pulling his wife’s hand off of Mingyu’s and introducing himself. Not long after, he was ushering her away to start making speeches. 

You and Mingyu found your seat quickly, and luckily enough, you were sat with most of your coworkers. Every single one was looking at Mingyu like he was a piece of meat, but he didn’t seem to notice as he had a friendly conversation with each of them. You struggled to not roll your eyes. How was he perfect with everyone? Maybe your dislike of him was irrational and unwarranted, maybe he did change. But … ugh, could he fuck up for once?

Your coworker, Minghao, sat to your left, watching Mingyu converse with the young assistant – Amelia, right? – who was very clearly batting her eyes at him. Leaning towards you, Minghao whispered, “I thought you were bringing Vernon?”

Minghao was one of the few people you told about your breakup, as well as Vernon and of course, your girlfriends. It wasn’t like you to go around everywhere and post on social media about your breakup; it wasn’t anyone’s business. But Minghao gave great advice, and he was one of the first people that helped you get over the heartbreak. He wasn’t just a coworker. He became a trusted friend.

Turning your head, you said, “Would you believe me if I told you that he lost a bet?”

“Considering who you ended up with,” he chuckled, “I’d say it’s a win in your favor.”

“He’s not that great.”

“Then you might want to pull Amelia off of him before she starts sucking his face.”

The reception ended at an early hour thankfully. Most of the elderly guests were falling asleep anyway. Mingyu was a class act, per usual, trying to get you up and out of your seat to dance with him, but the last thing you wanted to do was dance to Toxic by Britney Spears in front of your boss at the marketing agency. Instead, he took the lead to asking Seungcheol’s mom to dance, and made Amelia’s day when he asked her to join. Minghao only continued to laugh when you rejected each of Mingyu’s advances.

Once 10 PM rolled around and you both were exiting the doors of the aging VFW, you noticed the rain hadn’t let up. In fact, it seemed to have gotten even worst. You had to run to Mingyu’s truck with him holding the umbrella above both of you and almost trip over your dress as you hopped up inside the cab. Assuming it would be fine to drive, just a few minutes in the rain left you both realizing that it might be extremely unsafe to drive back to the city in this weather. You really couldn’t argue with Mingyu when he suggested you stay the night at a motel right down the road. 

The woman behind the front desk at the motel was chewing so loud that you thought the wad of bubblegum between her teeth might be larger than your palm. She informed you both that the only rooms available were ones with a single queen-sized bed. As much as you desperately wanted two, you’d take what you could get. She started grabbing both of your informations to check in when a loud bolt of lightning cracked, followed by a crash of thunder. You instantly gripped Mingyu’s arm, and he paused signing his name to look down at you.

“Are you scared of thunder?” He asked playfully.

Realizing how tight you were holding on, you quickly removed your hand. “No, I’m … it’s fine.”

His bicep felt so much harder than anticipated. All muscle. 

Stop that.

The front desk attendant gave you an actual metal key to open your room, the number dangling from a kitschy pendant. This was the kind of motel where you needed to venture outside to get to your room, and with your arms locked together, Mingyu led you both through the pouring rain to the right building. He shoved the key in the lock, immediately opening the door and allowing you to walk inside first.

The room was smaller than expected. The heat was hardly circulating and you were still shivering. A queen-sized bed was situated in front of an old RCA TV, decorated with a comforter that looked strangely similar to the one from the 80s that your mom had given you when you first moved out. The room smelled like bleach and all you could hear was the rain on the roof. Noticing you shiver, Mingyu walked over to the thermostat and adjusted the heat.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said, hugging your arms around yourself.

Mingyu pointed to the large window by the door. “I can’t drive in that. It takes an hour to get back to the city and I can hardly see the road.”

“Okay, well –”

Lightning struck again, painting the window white, and you jumped. Mingyu shook his head and walked over, closing the shades over the glass. He looked down at you, and you were acutely aware that he was the kind of person who could say everything just with his eyes. “Better?” He asked, a smile playing at his pink lips.

He was so close that you could smell his cologne and – god dammit, you were such a sucker for men that smelled good. He smelled like violets mixed with smokey sandalwood, spicy and musky. Whatever you were going to quip back died on your tongue, leaving you to reply, “I can’t sleep in my dress. I have nothing to wear to bed.”

Walking over to the tiny closet, Mingyu spotted a robe hanging up next to the vintage ironing board. He placed it in your arms and remarked, “Take a shower and put this on.”

“Are you saying I smell?”

He laughed. “No, you’re shivering and it’ll help warm you up.”

You nodded, heading off to the bathroom and shutting the door. As you slipped off your dress and let it pool onto the tile, you realized how antagonizing you were being for no reason. Mingyu had been nothing but nice to you, but you were suspecting him to switch-up at any moment. Maybe Vernon was right, or maybe you just needed to take a chill pill.

Mingyu was helping you out, after all.

After taking the warmest shower of your life and probably using all of the hot water in the motel, you walked out into the room with your robe tied firmly around your waist. The cotton smelled like mothballs and you hardly left an inch of skin showing. Granted you weren’t naked underneath, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your underwear. Again. After five years. 

He was wearing only a tank top and boxers while setting up a makeshift bed on the floor. You struggled to maintain focus with him looking … well, like that, and eventually spoke up, “What are you doing?”

He hardly jumped at hearing your voice. “I figured it would just be easier if I slept on the floor. Trust me, I’ve slept in far worse places.”

“Mingyu, you don’t have to do that,” you sighed, pulling back the covers and tossing the mismatching throw pillows on the floor. 

“It’s not a big deal.”

“I know, but it’s just –”

Thunder clashed outside, sounding like pots and pans clanging together, rattling your bones.

Your eyes connected with Mingyu’s, and you pointed to the empty side of the bed. “Sleep in this bed right now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You both agreed – more like, you told Mingyu and he listened – to place a wall of pillows between you two, leaving you on the edges of the bed. You curled up into yourself, your spine facing him, as Mingyu laid on his back and pinched the bridge of his nose. The rain was so loud. The thunder was deafening. You considered plugging your fingers in your ears as you slept.

Mingyu was shifting on the small sliver of mattress he had, wishing internally that he brought a joint or two with him. This bed was so uncomfortable that he probably wouldn’t sleep. But hopefully, you would. Although that was seeming highly unlikely from the way your back tensed with every boom of thunder.

He watched you from the corner of his eye, and eventually, you did stop shaking. Soft snores filled the room, replacing the sound of the rain. And then Mingyu felt himself relax, swiftly falling asleep with his arm thrown above his head.

Despite the pillow wall you built, you woke up with your head on his chest.

Mingyu had wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked that day, but he couldn’t find the courage to finish his sentence.

Save the Date for the wedding of Lee Chan and Adrianna Olson: April 4th

Tapping your freshly manicured nails on your bare arm, you leaned against the passenger side door of your car and huffed. You uncrossed your arms, beginning to pace outside Mingyu’s apartment building. The ceremony today started in two hours and you were about ninety minutes from the venue. Not to mention, there was only a matter of time before one of his neighbors showed up, forcibly removing you from the parking spot in front of the building you definitely did not live in. What the hell was Mingyu doing anyway? He said he’d be down ten minutes ago. 

You tugged off your heels, realizing they’d be a bitch to drive in, and pulled your sneakers from the back seat. Your floral, strapless sundress blew in the Spring breeze. Your curls – that looked like they could’ve been done by a toddler – whisked off your bare shoulders as you stepped into your favorite Nikes. 

“Sorry.”

Popping your head up, you halted while shoving the back door closed. You blinked, assuming your eyes were deceiving you, but there he was, sprinting down the front steps of his building with freshly chopped hair.

Mingyu was quickly walking over to shove his duffle in your backseat, pulling at his tie, when you leaned in and placed your hand on his head. Yep, that was his real hair. Those long locks that had reached his chin were gone, replaced by a hairstyle that was similar to how he looked in college. 

“I know we’re running late,” he apologized, letting your fingers sink into the strands for a moment, “but do you have to –”

“This is not about that.” You removed your hand, leveling a look at him. “You cut your hair.”

Mingyu raised a brow. “It was getting long.”

You paused, blinking at him. “Why didn’t you warn me of your new look?”

“I didn’t think I had to?” He shrugged, genuinely confused as to why you were questioning him. “My hair had gotten even longer since February, so I just thought I’d freshen up for you –”

You completely missed his words – for you, he’d freshened up for you – because you were already interrupting him. “Well, it’s just – it might look weird in pictures because my hair is up and your hair is so short. And I’m already going to have so many people looking at us wondering why my ex, who’s name I put on the invite, isn’t here. And I just want to eliminate as much attention as possible. And, well – and –”

Mingyu placed both hands on your shoulders. His palms were large, practically burning into your exposed skin. “Are you overthinking?”

“No, I …”

When your voice trailed off, Mingyu hesitated for a moment longer and then slid his hands off. “Vernon told me that you dated the groom. Chan, right?”

Of-fucking-course, Vernon told him. Your lips pursed before you replied, “We were friends before that, and we only dated for like a couple months in college. I introduced him to the woman he’s marrying.”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

“I think I have a lot of reasons to be nervous these days.” You continued to stare at him, waiting for him to come up with another quippy remark, but it seemed he contested and shoved his hands into the pockets of his suit. The same tailored suit he wore to the wedding in February, a few loose threads at the seams. “Let’s get going. We’ll be in the car for a while,” you said, rounding your car and hopping inside the driver’s seat.

As Mingyu dealt with finding room for his duffle in your trunk, you took this small second to text Vernon.

You: your friend is infuriating

You: also I’m never going to forgive you for telling him that I dated chan

Vernon: you’ll get over it lol

Vernon: is that the only reason why he’s infuriating?

You: HAIRCUT

Vernon: oh I probably should’ve told you about that when I saw him last week

Vernon: sorry :/

You closed your texts when Mingyu hopped in the passenger seat, turning on your music to drown out your thoughts. The drive was long and you were lucky that you got to the venue with ten minutes to spare. You parked the car in a haste, running to your back seat and quickly tugging your heels back on. You chucked your sneakers onto the car floor, almost hitting Mingyu in the face when he went to grab his phone from the same area. Locking your car, you grabbed his arm and yanked, both of you running towards the venue attached to a pretty hotel. Mingyu, even with his long legs, was struggling to keep up. He was also slightly impressed that you could run so fast in heels, and that was definitely the only reason why he was staring at your legs. He wasn’t admiring how long they looked when the wind lifted your skirt and he got a flash of your calf.

Even from your seat in the back of the ceremony, you could see Chan’s face light up as Adrianna was escorted down the aisle. She was wearing a vintage wedding dress, the veil sheer enough to see how beautiful she was underneath, and Chan was eager enough to lift it as soon as they said, “I do.” Adrianna looked like she hadn’t aged a day since school, and you could probably say the same for Chan. But he did manage to finally remove the earrings he got six years ago, which made you giggle to yourself.

Mingyu pretended not to notice.

Most of the people at the wedding were old friends from undergrad, even a few Mingyu knew in passing. Every time you were approached, you prepared yourself for the same question: “Where is He Who Will Not Be Named?” Or, for those that actually knew Mingyu: “Since when did you know Gyu?” You weren’t sure how much longer you could fake a smile and laugh, pretend that your heart still wasn’t sore from the breakup, rehash the same words over and over again. It was tiring; you were tired. 

Same explanation. Same heartbreak. You wouldn’t be surprised if the whole planet knew of your breakup by now. You didn’t announce it anywhere, besides telling your family and close friends. It was natural for people to be curious; you had been with your ex for a couple years, enough for your family to assume that he’d propose. But then he cheated, and you found out, and you were left in pieces, tied to Kim Mingyu as your date for a full year of weddings.

You just didn’t want to keep on doing this, explaining yourself ten times over, realizing that everyone was looking at you with interest. Maybe a second glass of champagne would be a good distraction …

“Wanna dance?”

You looked up from the rim of your empty glass. Mingyu had knocked you out of your daze, laying out a hand for you to take. The reception was lively with family and friends mingling on the dance floor, but Mingyu had still noticed you alone at the table, lost in your thoughts. Had he always been this attentive, or was he just prone to watching you?

Ignoring your internal monologue, you took his hand, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor. Just as Mingyu was about to place his hand on your waist, the song changed, switching to a more upbeat track you used to blast in college. You immediately started laughing at all the older folks trying to follow the beat, and then found Chan with his wife, shimmying on the dance floor. Mingyu pinched the bridge of his nose, but found himself beaming when he finally saw the smile grace your features. He didn’t let go of your hand, let you twirl him to the song that took you back to the musty basement of a frat party.

Chan, at some point, had managed to dance over in your direction, bumping into you with a big grin. “I knew all the alumni here would love this,” he shouted over the music. “Do you remember when you puked outside a window once at some party and you said that it was this song that induced it?”

You were surprised when Mingyu said, “Yes,” at the same time as you. Both you and Chan glanced at him, eyebrows raised, until he added, “That was at one of my parties. I cleaned your vomit off the windowsill!”

The four of you erupted in laughter. Even Adrianna remembered that party, considering that was the night you drunkenly introduced her to Chan. She eventually pulled you away from Mingyu, leading you towards her group of bridesmaids so you all could dance together. But your eyes couldn’t help but find Mingyu’s across the floor, and then he was looking at you, and – god dammit, staring at him felt like a crime you’d consider going to jail for.

Everyone was looking at him, but he was looking at you. 

Actually, Mingyu couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you. Not once.

He stared at you as if it was just you two, as if you were stripped bare before him, just for his eyes to see. You could tell from the way he bit his lip while smiling. He looked at you as if you were naked.

Soon enough, you were slipping through the crowd and by his side once again. He was now leaning against the wall by the open bar, nursing a scotch. The party was winding down; all the older family members had left, leaving Chan and Adrianna – plus a few other young couples – swaying to a classic Ed Sheeran song. It wouldn’t be long until they ended the night with Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley. The time war nearing 11 PM. 

Slinking beside him, he offered the glass to you and you took a sip, wincing at the burn. You stuck out your tongue. “How can you drink that so smoothly?”

“Years of practice,” he replied, and then flicked your nose in a way that shouldn’t make you blush. But you definitely did. 

You blinked up at him, admiring how pretty he was in the faint, yellow light. Actually, he was pretty in every light, but you liked to find any excuse to admire him. Even if you denied it.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked then, digging your nails into your palms. So afraid of rejection after all these years, even though he agreed to be here. “I think the reception is going to end soon anyway.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” He set his half empty glass on a random table and straightened his back before adding, “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

God, you needed to get it together. Those words were the bare minimum, but when he said them in that slightly muffled voice, it made your nails pinch the inside of your hands harder.

You both stood on opposite sides of the elevator, dragging up, up, up to your room on the seventeenth floor. Your eyes connected. A smile played at his lips. An unspoken tension brewing between the two of you. A feeling you didn’t want to be there in the first place, but something you couldn’t simply ignore. 

This couldn’t be happening. Not today. Not tonight. Not ever again.

He opened the door for you, allowing you to slip inside and grab your bag. While he rifled through his duffle, you brought your bag into the bathroom and leaned against the sink. You allowed yourself a moment to just breathe. Maybe if you kept exhaling like this, you would release all the tension from your body. You knew how silly it sounded, but desperate times called for desperate measures. You stared at your reflection in the mirror, turning your face from side to side. Was it the makeup that made him look at you that way sometimes? Perhaps he still had a fondness for lipgloss, like he did back in the day.

When you finally stopped studying your appearance, you wiped off your makeup and tugged on a pair of loose pajamas. Wearing these would be so much more comfortable – and less awkward – than the robe you wore after the last wedding. You still had nightmares about that. Carefully tiptoeing out of the bathroom, you expected to find Mingyu already in one of the two  full size beds, scrolling through his phone and ignoring the noise you naturally made. But he was on the deck just outside your room, smoke billowing from his mouth. 

You stood near the unoccupied bed, balancing on the balls of your feet, as you debated your options. A smart person would go right to sleep, leave him to his business. You chewed on your bottom lip nervously.

Despite the slight warmth to the air, you threw on a hoodie, scared of the possibility of your nipples showing through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. You slid open the door and immediately closed it, preventing any smoke from getting into the room. He didn’t turn; he knew exactly who was behind him. His back muscles flexed underneath his suit jacket, the joint dangling between his lips as he prayed for his lighter to work again.

“You probably shouldn’t be smoking in this suit,” you said, saddling up beside him.

He chuckled, finally taking a long drag. “I promise to get it dry cleaned before our next adventure.”

Before our next adventure. You bit the inside of your cheek.

Your eyes didn’t leave the joint now sitting between two of his fingers. (Jeez, were they always that big?) He let more smoke filter from his lips and into the open air, clouding up the starry night sky. Without even looking at you, he asked, “Why are you staring?” His words hung in the silence for a moment. “Have you ever smoked before?”

You shrugged. “Only once or twice with Vernon. Probably as freshmen.”

“You want me to show you how?”

Blinking at him, all you could do was dumbly nod. Mingyu laughed under his breath, fighting with his lighter again, before eventually holding the flame to the end. He then cautiously passed the joint over to you, allowing the filter to brush your lips. “Take it in your mouth,” he instructed, “now inhale.”

When you did as he asked, you must’ve inhaled far too deeply, or just didn’t exhale at the right time. Because then you were coughing, doubling over as you tried to catch your breath. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said, concern etched in his tone, and patted your back as you hacked up what felt like your left lung. His voice was soft, soothing, but you could hardly hear it through the ringing in your ears.

“Yeah,” you sighed, voice hoarse, “I’m definitely out of practice.”

As you stood up, his hand stayed on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing patterns. Your breath stilled as you looked up at him. Playing with the joint between his lips, he said, “Let me show you an easier way.”

“Okay,” you agreed, before your conscious could stop you.

You watched as he took a long pull from the joint, sucking it all in until you could see his eyes get a little pinker, and then moved closer to you. Instinctively, your eyes closed and your lips parted, welcoming the scent of him. His lips only lightly grazed yours as he exhaled the smoke into your mouth, letting it engulf your very being, and you felt yourself start to relax. He craned back, grinning down at you, and it took everything within you to not ask for another hit right then. 

In the moonlight, you could see why you fell hard for Mingyu. He had only gotten more handsome since college. Light, in any form, was so kind to him, but with the stars hanging above his head … it allowed his dark hair to shine, casting a slightly blueish tone to his warm features. You could see the twinkling stars reflecting in his eyes, especially when he leaned back in, expelling more smoke into your mouth.

This felt too intimate. This felt like fucking.

Once you both were so high you could do nothing but laugh, Mingyu stubbed out the joint and you stumbled back into the room. You both were finally going to have a good sleep at one of these, especially since there were two beds. Rolling into your bed, you immediately burrowed under the covers as Mingyu took off his suit in the bathroom.

The last thing you expected was to feel him plop down in your bed. He was wearing so little that it made your thighs press together, or maybe that was just the weed talking. He was disoriented, laying halfway off the edge of your bed, staring at you as if you were the Mona Lisa. You huffed, “Mingyuuu. You need to get in your own bed.”

“Do you really want that though?”

His words made your eyes immediately snap open. A grin was tugging at his mouth again, his teeth sinking into that plush bottom lip. Oh, so also wanted … Oh.

You tried to sound cool and nonchalant, “Considering this is a full size bed, yeah.”

Even in the darkness, even with his back to the moonlight streaming through the glass door – his presence was making you nervous. His eyes weren’t leaving yours. You felt your hand inch over, your pinky curling around his.

“If I can be so honest with you,” he whispered, licking at the corners of his lips, “you are so beautiful that I want to kill any guy that has done you wrong.”

You exhaled, “Mingyu …”

He leaned in, smiling like he knew he caught you in his trap. “Yes?”

You were pretty sure that you knew Kim Mingyu by now. You knew that this would be just another night that meant nothing to him. No matter how much he “changed” in Vernon’s eyes, it was very clear to you that he remained uncommitted. But fuck it, your heart was still burning from the breakup, stinging from the memory of people uttering your ex’s name tonight. It was only going to be a kiss. Just something to soothe the pain.

He was so much closer now, invading your space, his hand completely eclipsing yours.  He smelled like marijuana and lingering cologne. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, but you didn’t. You let him kiss you, and god, it would be so much easier to dislike Mingyu if he didn’t kiss so well. 

It wasn’t long before his tongue was pushing into your mouth, his large body looming over yours as he pressed you into the mattress a little more. And you’re desperate for it; you couldn’t stop. This was supposed to be simple – just a kiss – but you could feel yourself falling under his spell, feel how his palms burned against your skin as they dragged down your torso. He explored your mouth like it was the first time, parting your legs to make room for himself on top of you. When his lips left yours, you almost let out a whine, but he helped take off your hoodie before reattaching his mouth to your neck. Those large hands snake under your shirt – up, up, and up – until he was cupping your breasts and you can feel how hard he is against your thigh.

Mingyu looked up at you as he kissed down your torso, his spit soaking through the thin fabric of the t-shirt you were still wearing. He lifted one of your legs, adjusting it so your thigh could rest comfortably on his shoulder and – shit, you knew where this was going. Reaching the waistband of your panties, he begged, “Let me go down on you.”

You mulled over his words. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No,” he grinned against your skin, meeting your eyes from between your legs. “But that’s a tomorrow problem. Please?” His head tilted. “Do I have to beg? I’m willing.”

You bit your tongue, egging him on a little as he nipped at the inside of your thigh. He bucked his hips once, them twice, trying to get the smallest bit of friction on his cock that was currently throbbing in his boxers. He grunted softly against your skin. 

“And if I say, ‘No?’” You asked with a raised brow.

He lifted his head and pouted his lips. After all these years, he still managed the perfect puppy dog eyes that could make just about anyone weak. “Don’t be mean,” he pleaded, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“You like when I’m mean,” you quipped, giving him permission by helping him shimmy your panties off. He adjusted your legs again, presenting you like a meal.

“I do,” he chuckled, his breath ghosting over your pretty, pink folds. “Especially, when you act like you didn’t want me here in the first place.”

Before you can rebuttal, he’s pressing his face between your thighs, dragging his tongue up your slit to collect the wetness that gathered there. Just the small amount of attention had you keening, your hips jumping for more of him, and Mingyu was happy enough to oblige. His tongue flicked at your clit as he slid one single finger inside of you, testing your limits. Those puppy dog eyes lifted from between your thighs, wanting to see you crumble, knowing that it was him who made you like this. You sighed out his name, your hand coming down to tangle in his hair. And god, if Mingyu didn’t love that … he’d be a dead man. He groaned when he felt you tug at the strands, beginning to swirl his tongue in a circle around your puffy clit.

You couldn’t even prepare yourself when he shoved another finger inside, pumping them in and out at an unreasonably fast pace. But you were bucking into him, tears pricking at your eyes as you whimpered for him. It was too much but almost too little at the same time. You could practically feel him smile as he devoured you. The bed rattled against the wall when he ground his erection against the frame, so needy and aching. His plump lips suckled on your clit, your slick smearing over his face, but he didn’t want to miss a drop of you. He needed more of you, so he started curling three fingers inside of you, teasing that sweet spot.

This wasn’t your first rodeo with Mingyu. He knew what you could take.

“Mingyu,” you whined, and he glanced up at you again with the most fucked-out eyes imaginable. And still, he didn’t stop. “You’re gonna … I’m gonna cum so fast.”

He moaned into you, then begged, “Please. Need to taste you.”

He was so determined, so desperate to feel you shake and moan and cry until he was completely spent on the taste of you. And it wasn’t long before he got his wish: as he shoved those three fingers into you, grazing your g-spot while lapping at you like you were his last meal on death row. You unraveled on his tongue, muffling your cries for the rest of the people sleeping on your floor. Biting into your hand, you had physically restrain your body from shaking as your orgasm rocked through you, but Mingyu held you down with a gentle hand on your stomach.  He was staring at you again and you were staring at him and fuck, his half-closed eyes made him look like he was drunk on you. You could feel him smirking into your pussy as he collected every last drop of you, knowing that he did a good job. He sighed with relief when he could finally taste you again and again and again.

Once your body settled, you felt him start to tug at your shirt and kiss up your stomach. The thought of now having him inside you made your hands clench with excitement, but dear god, he just knocked the wind out of you and you weren’t sure how you could last. You were spent, tired, probably could just fall asleep right now.

You weren’t feeling his lips on your skin anymore, so you opened your eyes. The moonlight gave you just enough to see that, despite the raging boner he probably had, Mingyu was now snoring softly with his head resting on your hips. Brows raised, you almost couldn’t believe that this was the moment he decided to fall asleep, but you couldn’t deny that you had been on the verge of doing the same. 

Untangling yourself from him, you quickly cleaned yourself up and wiped his face clean with a washcloth. You sighed, using all the brute strength you had to haul him up on what was supposed to be your bed, and wrapped the covers around him. You admired him for a moment, your hand coming up to smooth back his dark hair. Somehow, this felt even more intimate than you cumming in his mouth. So you quickly moved away and slipped under the sheets of the other bed, using his snores as white noise.

The next morning, neither of you spoke of what happened.

Mingyu had wanted to tell you that he had a crush on you the moment Vernon introduced you two all those years ago, even when you disliked him. And slowly but surely, he was starting to realize it never truly went away.

Save the Date for the wedding of Joshua Hong and Jordan Lo: June 20th

Two months passed and the spring air turned sweltering. It was on days like this when you rolled the windows down and wasted gas just to get an overpriced iced coffee that you reminisced. You were taken back to a time when you waited by the curb as Vernon appeared from football practice, and even though he was sweaty, you still always agreed to drive him back to his dorm on the other side of campus. You would watch him say goodbye to his teammates and – shit, the light would catch, and suddenly you were looking at Mingyu wipe the sweat off his face while laughing with the quarterback and –

Now you were thinking about Mingyu again.

You had been thinking about him since April.

All of this felt so silly, like stupid games young 20-somethings played. You knew it wasn’t good for you in engage in – well, anything with Mingyu. He had always been perfectly uncommitted with women, and he was clearly obsessed with his work, posting his new recipes or pictures of him and his flag football team on his Instagram stories. You could handle this. You could be an adult and have a functional acquaintanceship with someone you found attractive. 

So you kept your distance. On the off chance that Mingyu was free and asked if you wanted to get together (which was a shock in itself), you declined. Even if you wanted to. Even if you desperately wondered what would come of it. The next wedding wasn’t until the end of June and you were already biting you lip at the thought of seeing him in a suit again.

The only person you could finally blabber to about this was Minghao, and in typical fashion, he laughed. Not that you expected anything less.

“You’re overthinking the entire situation,” he said over drinks. “It’s completely normal for you to have a little fun, especially while healing from a breakup. That’s what being single is all about, my friend.”

He was right. Of course, he was right. But what if Mingyu rejected you yet again, like he did in college? You wanted to talk to Vernon about this. He always gave you the best advice with this stuff, but this was his friend. The last thing you wanted was to make his friendship with Mingyu weird.

You attempted to ignore him. You redownloaded some dating apps as a distraction. You deleted them just as fast.

On the morning of June 20th, your cousin, Jordan, was marrying her longtime boyfriend, Joshua Hong. You had only met Josh on a number of occasions, but considering that they had been together for almost twelve years, you trusted him enough to take care of her. You felt lucky to be chosen as a bridesmaid and you’d never make a fuss, but dear god, the dark blue of this dress clashed with just about everything. The color was so dark and the dress was clinging to just about all of you and Mingyu’s tie was the wrong shade of blue –

Damn, did he look handsome though.

Jordan had made you both get to the venue early for a rehearsal dinner, and then once the morning came, you were whisked off to hair and makeup. You had barely said a word to Mingyu, too scared to give him anything besides small talk, but you couldn’t help but compliment the new suit he bought for the last few weddings. “Figured I’d cave and invest in one that wasn’t from Goodwill,” he explained, “for you.”

For you. For you. For you.

Your heels were hurting your feet halfway through the wedding, and despite how hard you were trying to focus on Josh’s vows, you couldn’t help but find Mingyu’s eyes in the crowd. He wasn’t paying attention to anyone else, his stare burning into yours to let you know his intent. You swallowed hard. Would anyone notice if you hid your blush behind the bouquet in your hands? It felt like torture having him look at you like this, as if there wasn’t an extravagant wedding happening around them, as if he wasn’t Kim Mingyu. 

It wasn’t until the reception that you could finally get a word in with your cousin, some much needed alone time after what was surely going to be the craziest wedding you went to this year. You both parked yourself near the open bar, ignoring the guests on the dance floor that were screaming for another round of the Cha Cha Slide. Tucking a strand behind your ear, Jordan said, “I can’t thank you enough for doing this for me. Jeez, I really didn’t think when I was three and met you a couple weeks after you were born that we’d be here. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You grinned, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” The bartender handed you a new glass of wine and you took a sip. “Besides, these days all I do is work or go to weddings. The life of being a permanent wedding guest, I supposed.”

“Speaking of guests …” Jordan turned her head slightly, ogling Mingyu from where he was standing up and trying to decline your great aunt’s advances to dance. Your cousin giggled. “He isn’t the older guy I thought you’d bring.”

“Circumstances change.” You shrugged, and she gave you a look. “I’d rather not get into it.”

Jordan’s brow raised. “You guys are having sex though, right?”

You almost choked while taking another sip of your wine. “Absolutely not.”

“You sure?”

“Well, I –” You sighed, and then decided to suck down the rest of the glass in one go. Jordan whistled. “We did at one point. Very long time ago. But he’s Vernon’s friend and … it’s a long story.”

“Sounds like it,” she snorted, eyes flickering around the reception until they landed somewhere behind you. “Well, if you’re not having sex with him, my friend just might tonight.”

Your expression muddled, until she pointed over your shoulder. Turning around, you found Jordan’s Maid of Honor chatting up Mingyu near the stairs that lead to the restrooms. Her hand was inching up his sleeve and he was blushing at what you could only assume was a compliment coming from her lips. He was clearly enjoying the conversation, despite the intimate looks he was giving you earlier. 

Classic fucking Kim Mingyu, you thought.

A pang of jealousy surfaced that you couldn’t control. It was probably best for everyone if you walked away and took a breather. After Joshua pulled his wife onto the dance floor, you adjusted the tight silk of your dress and headed for the bathrooms. You walked past them, your perfume wafting past Mingyu’s nostrils, a scent he would know anywhere. 

Instead of going inside the bathroom, you decide to stand in the empty hall connected to the venue and brace your back against the cool wall. You sighed, gathering yourself, completely unaware it wasn’t just you here until you heard the squeak of someone else’s shoes.

“I noticed you were empty,” Mingyu muttered as a way of greeting. He was holding two glasses of rosé between his fingers, stepping down the small staircase to get to you.

It was just you two now, and he was handing you the glass while standing so close that you could smell his cologne. Had this dress always felt that tight, or could you just not breathe right now? You watched the way his eyes flickered to your mouth, and it took everything in you not to yank him closer by the tie. Instead, you took a big gulp of rosé.

“You didn’t have to come after me,” you remarked, and then nodded your head in the direction of the Maid of Honor now on the dance floor. “You looked like you were having fun.”

Mingyu simply tilted his head to the side, studying you carefully.

“She’s pretty. Don’t stop on my account, but please be aware that we are sharing a room so you can’t bring anyone back there.”

Mingyu’s lips slowly curved into a grin. “Are you jealous?”

You scoffed, “No. I’m just … being realistic.”

Taking your half empty glass from your hand, he set them both down on a side table right near the women’s restroom. Your mouth opened, but the words died as soon as he placed a hand beside your head on the wall. He was so tall that he towered over you, even in heels, leaning into your space with pretty, half-opened eyes as he stared at your glossy lips.

“Can I be realistic with you?” He didn’t give you a moment to answer. “I cannot stop thinking about our last night together. I know you probably thought it happened because of the weed, but I … these past two months, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. And it’s killing me that I’ve been trying to be normal this whole night when all I’ve wanted to do is drag you away and make you cum again.”

Your breath hitched slightly at his words. He leaned in then, grazing his nose over the side of your face, desperate to be in your orbit. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and tried to control your heart rate, but how was that even possible when Mingyu’s other hand was brushing up and down your side, tangled in the silk.

“Well, that …” You swallowed hard. “That wouldn’t be a good idea considering all my family is here.”

He tsked under his breath. “Obviously, it wouldn’t be, but …” You felt his nose at your jaw, inhaling the scent of your perfume again, the one that made him crazy. And he damn near groaned in your ear. 

“Mingyu, you … you –”

“Fuck, how could you think I’m looking at anyone else here when you look this good in your dress?” His voice had taken on that needy tone he always got when he was horny. It almost felt like a reward to be able to hear it again. “I’ve been half-hard this entire reception just from looking at you, remembering the way you tasted …” He muttered another curse.

This was how he always acted. Mingyu could be so desperate and pleading when he wanted to get someone in bed, needy to the point he would do anything just to please you, but god – you couldn’t deny how much you liked it. He was reeling you in. You were like fish to bait.

Slowly, he laced your dominant hand with his and moved it from his belt buckle to his groin. You could barely breathe when you felt him harden under your touch, and then you remembered you were still in a public hallway, where just about anyone could walk by. 

Your eyes met his half-lidded ones as he murmured, “Look what you’re doing to me.”

And god help you, because you whimpered at the sound of his voice, slick starting to gather between your thighs.

“Okay, Mingyu, just …” You sighed, composing yourself because you knew he wasn’t going to any time soon. Your hand slipped away from his and he huffed, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder. “Go to our room and let me make my rounds. I’ll meet you up there.”

He stood up. For a moment, he was almost tempted to drag you into the bathroom and bury his face between your legs, too hungry to let you get away now. But one of your uncles was walking down the hall, and you separated quickly. With a nod, you walked back to the reception and said goodbye to your family that you didn’t get to talk to for too long prior. Jordan gave you a look when you mentioned about going to bed early, and even Josh told you how weird you were being, but your cousin shut him up and sent you a wink.

You exhaled heavily and headed back to hotel on the other side of the venue. Slipping your heels off once you were inside the elevator, you debated if giving into Mingyu this easily was the smart thing to do. Smart? Definitely not. But would it be enjoyable? You didn’t need to answer that question. Mingyu knew what he was doing.

As you unlocked the door to your hotel room, you began to wonder if you were just setting yourself up to be hurt again. He didn’t come back to you like this in college, but what’s stopping him from telling you that he’s “just not that into you” at the next wedding? Or what if he just thought of you as an easy hookup that would get his dick wet every 2 months? Well, you hadn’t done that yet –

Yet. Yet. Yet.

The word repeated in your head like a melody, because when you threw your purse down and saw Mingyu walking out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower and dressed in only a towel around his waist, you realized that you were most definitely getting his dick wet tonight. Whether it was in your mouth or somewhere deeper, you were salivating for it. 

He was smiling at you and you were smiling at him and Jesus, he was so goddamn handsome that you couldn’t believe that he was the one desperate for you. Droplets of water trickled down his tan skin and that towel around his waist was just barely holding on. His torso was chiseled and his arms – fuck, his biceps were bigger than you remembered. He was something out of a dream – some horny, fucked-up dream that you only had after masturbating before bed.

He was on you instantly, pushing you against the wall and kissing you hard. Sighing into the kiss, your hands fist into the towel to yank him closer, but it only makes the flimsy fabric fall. You break away for a moment to mutter, “Oh, shit,” but his lips can’t stay away from yours for long. And he’s laughing, like you did exactly what he wanted. You were too hypnotized by the scent of his body wash to care.

Dragging his lips down your neck, he sucked at the spot that he knew made your thighs press together, grinning proudly against your skin when you moaned. His fingers gripped the soft silk of your dress, slowly pulling the fabric up to feel you that much closer. But it wasn’t enough. No matter how much he liked you in this dress – and god, did he like you in this dress – he needed you out of it. Now.

Mingyu unzipped your dress with precision, setting it down on one of the two beds in the room, and both of you were suddenly wishingthere was only one. His hands smoothed down your sides, his breath hot against your mouth. He just wanted to feel you everywhere. He almost didn’t want to step away, afraid you’ll slip through his fingers like sand. When you two had hooked up in college, it was quick and explosive, letting out the tension that had been building for years. There was so much territory for him to cover now, so many ways for him to find out what made you whine and sigh with pleasure. But, if he were being honest, all he wanted right now was for you to –

“Sit on my face,” he begged, caging you into the wall, pressing his hard cock against your stomach. So desperate for just an ounce of friction, so hungry for another taste of you. He could literally start drooling at the thought of it. He was mesmerized by you; he’d do anything you asked just to have your pussy on his tongue again.

But you seemed to be debating your options, biting you lip again, and he wished that didn’t turn him on even more. You were just so pretty, and the way your face scrunched as you decided on something was a sight he couldn’t help but think about when he touched himself, even all those years ago. It was just you. You. 

Eventually, your face relaxed, and you replied, “Well, you don’t have to beg me.”

Mingyu’s lips pulled into a smile, and he laughed while pulling you down onto the nearest bed. Despite his request, you continued to straddle his torso and kiss him for just a little while longer. He was needy, moaning into your mouth whenever his cock bumped against your ass, but all you wanted to feel his lips on yours, tangle your tongue with his, even if it was just for another minute. 

You forgot Mingyu was stronger than you, though. It wasn’t much longer before he was yanking your body up and turning you around so you knelt just above his face. He inhaled the scent of your pussy and almost breathed a sigh of relief, but instead muttered, “Such a tease sometimes.”

Now that you were hovering above him, you were suddenly self conscious about how excited you were and if your arousal was seeping onto his face. You couldn’t even see if he was thrilled or not, since he had turned you to face away from him, but the way his cock jumped in front of your eyes told you enough. His hands gripped your thighs tight. “I don’t want to crush you,” you said nervously.

“You could suffocate me and I wouldn’t have a problem with it."

You chewed on your bottom lip. His tone was firm, probably the most serious you’d ever heard from him. But you were embarrassed and this was crazy and you still so wet. With flushed cheeks, you asked, “Mingyu, are you –”

“Yes,” he answered before pulling you down onto his face.

He wasn’t teasing you tonight. He was devouring you without even letting you catch your breath. His tongue swiping at your clit before he sucked on it – hard. So hard that you let you a sound that was a mixture of a yelp and a moan. Gripping you roughly, he spread you wider, drinking more of you in. Your hips moved on their own, grinding against his face, which made him groan into your pussy. The vibration in his voice spread throughout your entire body, goosebumps lining your flesh. “Mingyuuu,” you whined, begging for more, and you could practically feel him smirk as he flicked at your swollen clit. 

Leaning forward, you turned your head up and noticed again just how hard he was. His cock had always been perfect: the perfect size, dark pink at the tip, veins etched into the shaft. Precum beaded at the head, sliding down every so slowly, as he throbbed and ached and – god, his hips were almost thrusting into the air now. You didn’t doubt he could get off for hours on this, but that didn’t mean he needed to be unsatisfied.

Besides, you wanted something to do with your mouth anyway.

Mingyu whimpered as you shifted slightly to reach his cock. Your body stretched, your mouth at the perfect angle as you flicked the head with your tongue. He pulled you back towards his mouth, shoving his tongue inside your tight hole and making you gasp at the same time you licked a stripe up his shaft. His tongue worked you open while you swirled your own along the tip, and then finally took him into your mouth.

The grunt he released should’ve caused an earthquake.

You bobbed your head up and down his shaft, choking when he bucked into your mouth.  You could hardly breathe, taking every opportunity to inhale through your nose, but you couldn’t stop. You didn’t want to stop. God forbid, you have a hobby like wanting Kim Mingyu’s cock in  your mouth. He took the liberty of grinding you against his face with his own hands, wrapping his lips around your clit again, eager to taste your climax. And to be honest, he wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last if you kept sucking on his tip like that. He groaned each time, feeling your tongue circle his head before going back down, taking as much as you could, as if you were rewarding him. And he just couldn’t help but whine along with you.

Your lips pulled off him to kitten lick the veins along the sides of his shaft, and you breathily asked, “Are you close?”

His only response was a moan straight into your pussy.

You nodded, even if he couldn’t see it, before your mouth opened like second nature. You spit on his cock and stuffed him down your throat once again. Head moving faster, you were slobbering on him like a dog in heat, trying not to gag and failing. Your free hand snaked up to cup one of his balls, and the sound he released was deafening. His tongue flicked and sucked at your clit like he had nothing left to live for, hungry for every last drop of your essence.

But then you were cumming, and he was too not long after.

You cried, choking on his cock as you came all over his face. White blurred in your vision, and you were a mess of sweat and spit and so much cum. He exploded in your mouth a moment later, hot seed running down your throat, and you consumed all of it. Neither of you wanted to miss out on the taste of each other. It was filthy, intoxicating, how much you liked this. How much you could suck him off over and over again, and not get tired of him.

You didn’t know it at the time, but Mingyu would say the same about you. If not worse.

He could spend all day between your thighs and never want to leave.

When you both finally angled off each other, spent and exhausted, your breathing was heavy and off by two seconds. Mingyu was glancing over at you before you could even process, a smile playing at his swollen lips. He brushed away a strand of hair that was stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“Mingyu,” you finally said, “has anyone ever told you that you have boyfriend dick?”

Mingyu had wanted to tell you how much he’d been dreaming of that moment, how much you had haunted his dreams and left him waking up so hard that he felt he was going through puberty again. Sometimes he dreamed of how good it would feel when he finally slipped into you, inch by inch. You’d feel like home.

Save the Date for the wedding of Lee Seokmin and Quinn Song: July 31st

You couldn’t go a day without talking to Mingyu. Whether it be through text or over the phone, you were joking with him, telling him about your day, and vice versa. Just a month prior, you had tried keeping your distance, but now … you simply couldn’t help yourself. It was like there was a voice inside your head telling you to contact him, to send him a funny video you saw that day, to tell him about the show you were currently watching. And on nights when you had too much to drink, that voice made you text him that you missed him. He always said he missed you too.

Mingyu: I’m watching that show you recommended

Mingyu: kinda wish you were watching it with me

Mingyu: but I’m still content here and I can see why you like it so much

You: right?? I knew you’d like it!

You couldn’t help but giggle at your phone when his texts came through. And you answered them immediately, like you always did. 

Mingyu: what are you doing right now?

You: wouldn’t you like to know

Neither of you made the effort to go on an actual date. It was all just flirty texts with a TikTok mixed in every once in a while. Promises about going back to that coffee shop someday, but never planning the day. To be honest, this was one of those moments where you were glad Mingyu was so uncommitted. If you started going on dates that didn’t include a vow exchange in between, it would be so easy to fall for him again, and then be let down when he eventually didn’t want to see you after wedding season. 

Mingyu: I mean that’s why I asked

You: I’m hanging out with

A pillow was suddenly thrown at your head. “Ow!” You shouted, head shooting up from your phone to glare at Vernon sitting on the other side of the couch. “What the hell was that for?”

“Anakin is literally burning alive and all you can do is look at your phone!” Vernon scoffed, turning Revenge of the Sith back on. You set your phone down on your lap as he muttered, “Kinda wish I never won that bet.”

Vernon, obviously, was becoming increasingly annoyed that you and Mingyu had rekindled … whatever this was. Sometimes you wondered if you were talking to Mingyu more than your best friend, but given the way Vernon was acting, that was probably the case. You probably shouldn’t even be texting Mingyu while hanging out with Vernon. Bad friend move; happens to the best of us. 

You apologized to Vernon in the best way possible: you bought him fried chicken from his favorite spot.

As summer came along, so did Seokmin and Quinn’s wedding at the end of the month, an invitation that was barely hanging on by an old Britney Spears magnet on your fridge. Quinn Song had been your first ever roommate out of college. You both had met on a Facebook group to find roommates in the area and quickly hit it off. She had been your roommate up until last year actually, when her now-fiancé Lee Seokmin asked her to move in with him. It was at that point that you finally decided to live alone, besides the few days out of the week that Vernon crashed at your apartment.

The wedding was being held on a pretty island in the northeast, nestled on the expansive grounds of a bed and breakfast in the area. The spot felt warm and lived in, the exact kind of place you imagined Quinn would get married at. 

Meeting Mingyu at the airport had been awkward, but at the very least, you two were sitting in different rows of the plane. Maybe it shouldn’t have been as cringe-worthy as it was, given the fact that you two had been talking nonstop, but it was the memory that the last time you did see each other in person, you were sitting on his face and his cock was so far down your throat –

Mingyu had found your eyes a couple rows behind him on the plane. Even he was blushing now, as if he could read your thoughts.

You had rented a car once you reached your destination and threw him the keys, letting him drive the convertible down the coast while the summer breeze whipped through your hair. You tried not to notice the way his hand twitched on the gear shift, like he was itching to place his palm on your thigh, to ground himself to your presence. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Especially when all you could do was stare out the window with a big smile on your face.

Unfortunately, you had to book a room at a small hotel near the bed and breakfast since all the rooms were used for the wedding party. The hotel was quaint, but definitely old and smelled like the Febreze scent your mom used to love when you were a kid. Your room was tinier than the pictures implied, but it was on the first floor and had a screen door that opened to a pretty view of the ocean. You didn’t have much time to enjoy it though, considering that the ceremony was in a few hours and the reception would probably carry on until way past midnight.

You decided to rewear the floral sundress that made a previous appearance at Chan and Adrianna’s wedding. It wasn’t like anyone here was at that event, and honestly, you didn’t care. Throwing your hair up into a perfectly messy updo, you curled a few pieces and took your time with your diligent makeup routine. Mingyu was in his suit before you could even blink, biding his time while you got ready by watching past game recordings of the flag football team he taught and trying to identify key moves they missed out on. As you finished up and clumsily slipped on your shoes, the perfume you sprayed seemed to beckon him like a siren song, and suddenly, he was leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

Your brows shot up. “Done with your flag football research?”

“You’re beautiful,” he replied.

You turned, unable to stop your lips from pulling into a soft smile. His expression was so warm, cheeks tinged slightly pink either from embarrassment or a nasty sunburn. He was beautiful. In ways you couldn’t even comprehend. 

Holding out your necklace to him, you asked, “Can you help me put this on?”

He nodded, plucking the dainty chain from your palm. You moved back to the mirror as he struggled to open the clasp with his thick fingers, but he got it eventually. Placing the thin, gold chain around your neck, you watched the small, star-shaped pendant sit so delicately under your collarbones. He fixed the clasp on your neck, his fingers brushing the top of your spine, and you watched him lean forward in the mirror.

His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, breath hot and making the hairs on your neck stand up. “I meant it, by the way,” he whispered, and then placed the softest of kisses behind your ear. 

Your breath hitched, and you were unable to form a single coherent thought. For the first time in a while, he was catching you by surprise. He was moving back, and you noticed him smirk in the mirror, knowing exactly how he was affecting you. That annoying asshole –

“Ready to head out?” He asked, grabbing his wallet from the desk.

You huffed and tugged the strap of your purse onto your shoulder. “Of course.”

The grounds of the bed and breakfast were bigger than you assumed, enough to fit an extremely large tent and hardwood floor for all the guests to congregate. The ceremony was held near the shoreline of the ocean, and it was so, unapologetically Quinn to have a few seashell pins in her veil as she walked towards her husband. You had known Seokmin as long as Quinn had been your roommate, but you had never seen this kind of smile on his face until now. He completely lit up at the sight of her, and he didn’t waste a second to say, “I do,” once his time came.

As the guests crowded into the tent for the reception, Mingyu seemed to hold onto you like a toddler with it’s parent. His arm was locked around yours, letting you lead him through the crowd, even though he was tall enough to see over the tops of everyone’s heads. His palm was so warm on your wrist, and then his fingers were so easily lacing through yours, and you squeezed because you simply couldn’t help yourself. 

You were able to find your table easily, but you didn’t recognize the other people already there. They introduced themselves as Seokmin’s friends, and you remembered seeing one or two of them at a bar. You still couldn’t get a read on these people, and found yourself swiftly growing silent around their shared camaraderie. But Mingyu was suddenly so talkative, catching along with their jokes just as quickly, so you stood and whispered in his ear, “Do you want a drink?”

He leaned back to meet your eyes, and you swore time stopped for a moment. His hand reached down, squeezing your wrist, as he said, “You know what I like.”

Jesus. Fuck. Since whendid he have you this wrapped around his finger?

(Probably since sophomore year of college.)

You nodded, swinging your head in the direction of the bar, and your feet had started to head there when you halted in place. It almost felt like your heels were glued to the floor as you found the face of the last person you expected to be here. The only face that could make all the noise drown out around you.

Your ex.

He still had that same curl that always got in his eyes. He was wearing the same suit he wore to your mother’s engagement party last year. The same watch on his wrist; the same cufflinks. Same. Same. Same. And now, he was meeting your eyes across the room. Bodies formed in clusters under the tent – some hugging, some stumbling into each other – but he was unable to look away.

Until a head popped up in front of him, standing from her chair at the table. Her wedge sandals almost made her taller than him, and her dress looked expensive enough that he probably bought it. You didn’t know her, but you knew of her. Well, at least, you knew what the back of her head looked like, and that was her right there. 

You couldn’t forget the night even if you tried. Exhaustion had your shoulders sagging as you unlocked the door to your boyfriend’s apartment. He didn’t typically keep it locked, but you had a key anyway. You remembered how quiet the place was, except for the soft sounds echoing from his bedroom. At first, you thought he was just masturbating, and to be honest, you were too tired to engage in anything tonight. But a voice in your head had urged you to move, to go, go, go towards his room. And you were slowly pushing open the door, only to find your boyfriend fucking your 22-year-old neighbor from behind, yanking on her short hair like a leash. You had been too scared to move, too scared to breathe, but eventually, you had started wailing. His eyes had found yours – exactly like in this moment – and he screamed, slipping away completely as your back slid to the floor. He had tried explaining, tried to yell at the young girl, but everything had drowned away in that moment, and all you could hear was the ringing in your ears –

Your breathing was growing rapid, just like that day at his apartment. Sprinting to the inside of the bed and breakfast, you tried to act normal and say hello to whoever you knew mingling by the bathroom. But something was clearly very wrong. It was evident in your eyes, the way tears were pricking at the sides. You almost thought the universe was pulling a cruel prank on you, but then you remembered that it was Quinn who had introduced you two in the first place, that he had been a friend of a friend. 

Climbing up the staircase in the lobby, you plopped yourself down on the middle step and let your face fall into your hands. You began to count your breaths – one, two, three, one, two, three – anything to make you get a semblance of control. But you could feel your brain spinning, and your heart was beating too fast. Was this what it felt like to die? Was your cheating ex going to be the last face you saw before you completely slumped against this staircase? Vernon always said you had a flair for the dramatic. What a fitting way to end.

You felt a weight sink into the plush carpet next to you, and you lifted your head, tears brimming your eyes.

“You do realize that this isn’t your party. You can’t cry if you want to,” Mingyu joked, reaching out and swiping the tear at your lash line. His eyes softened then, looking at you like you were something fragile, like a baby bird. “What’s wrong?” His voice was hardly about a whisper.

You sniffled, dabbing at the corners of your eyes with your knuckles. The last thing you needed was your makeup messed up. “This is so embarrassing. I’m crying over something so …” Your words trailed off, noticing that he was leveling a look at you. You sighed before admitting, “I forgot that the bride, Quinn, might invite my ex because they were friends. Somewhat.”

“Your ex? As in that ex?” His brow shot up, and you nodded. “Did he come alone?”

You looked down at your hands in your lap, and after a moment, you watched his large palm slowly envelope one of yours. The rough pads of his fingers – the hands of a cook – brushed over your knuckles, and his touch was so warm that it could burn. 

His voice was soft in your ear as he said, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

You chuckled a little, turning to look at him again. “Then we’d be sitting on this staircase forever.”

He smiled at you and stretched out his long legs. “That’s fine with me.”

Your lips pursed, and you found him staring at them for a moment. A sigh escaped, and you glanced down at your laced hands. How perfectly they fit together, how he held you with such a fierce softness. His thumb grazed the scar on your knuckle that you got the first time you fell off your bike. Finally, you answered, “He came here with the girl he cheated on me with.”

Mingyu didn’t speak, but you did hear him do a sharp intake.

“She’s twenty-two. She didn’t – she doesn’t know any better. He’s in his early thirties and he’ll do it again,” you continued, chewing on your bottom lip for a moment. “I found them in his apartment after I came home from a late meeting at work. It was … messy. Walking in on them, the fallout, now this … everything about that breakup has felt like one big mess. And now, I have to see him here and be reminded of it all–fucking–over again.”

You didn’t even dare to meet his eyes as the next words tumbled out of your mouth, already feeling your voice start to break again. “It didn’t just hurt because I found them. It hurt because … I never wanted to become my mother. I love her. I really do. But the last thing I ever wanted was to become her. Be in the same situation as her. And yet, there I was, witnessing yet another infidelity that would affect my life for what seems like forever.” You rubbed at your running nose. “I found my father cheating too. It wasn’t exactly the same. I found him kissing my best friend’s mom in my parent’s bedroom one night when my mother stayed at work too late. The sentiment still stands, and history was always bound to repeat itself. Daughters always become their mothers and I always have to bear witness to another man not choosing to stick around –”

Mingyu stopped you by turning your face towards his, one hand cupping your cheek. His thumb skimmed the tears running through your blush. He didn’t say anything; his eyes let you know that he was here. That he was sticking around. Despite everything you thought of him, despite your past – Mingyu was here. 

He held you for as long as you needed, gathering you in his arms and cradling your head against his shoulder. He let your tears soak into the fabric of his expensive suit, promising he’d get it dry-cleaned, which made you laugh. Your fingers clutched his lapels and you almost considered not letting go. You would give anything to stay in this bubble, to sit on this staircase in his embrace forever.

“I meant what I said all those months ago,” he said, his voice muffled from his lips at the crown of your head. “I would kill any guy that has done you wrong. Do you want me to kill him?”

You chuckled and raised your head from his shoulder. “What are you gonna kill him with? A butter knife?” You shook your head. “No chef is gonna let you in that kitchen tonight to grab a weapon. You of all people should know that.”

Mingyu grimaced. “This conversation is getting morbid.”

Another laugh bubbled at your lips. “You brought it up!”

“And you’re smiling again,” he said, making your hands hold onto him tighter. “That’s all I could ask for.”

Such simple words could take your breath away, especially when they came from his mouth. You searched his eyes for a moment, your fingers now smoothing out the creases in his lapel. Eventually, you whispered, “I don’t know if I can survive this whole reception. I hate the awkward tension, but I should stay for Quinn.”

“Trust me, I know,” he snickered, and his hand covered over yours as an anchor. “I say we stay at the reception for as long as your comfortable. Then we go to bed early. Whatever works for you.”

Your smile was so kind as you nodded along with his plan. After touching up your makeup, you took his hand and let him lead you back to the reception. Once you saw Quinn in her short, after party dress and looking at Seokmin with stars in her eyes, you instantly felt more at ease. This was her day; you wouldn’t let one person sour it. And Mingyu, clearly, wasn’t going to let your own nerves sour it either. Anytime you locked eyes with your ex, there Mingyu was, distracting you by whispering in your ear how pretty you looked or asking you about your best memories while living with Quinn. There was one moment where you saw your ex heading in your direction, assuming he was finally going to talk to you, and Mingyu stood up to whisk you onto the dance floor. His large arms enveloped you, holding you close, as you swayed to one of your favorite songs. Everything about him felt safe, secure, and he even let you stand on his feet when you told him you had never been that good at dancing. And when you looked at him, you noticed that he was staring at you like how Quinn looked at Seokmin during her speech. Even when you had cried, had let him in, see parts of you that not even Vernon touched … he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.

You stayed at the reception far longer than anticipated. When you told Mingyu that you were too tired to stay any longer, he didn’t question it. He simply grabbed your purse and jacket before taking your arm in his, walking the short distance back to your Febreze-ridden hotel. The first thing you did once you were back in your room was take off your heels. They were only a kitten heel, but your feet were already blistering, and you winced as you went to the bathroom to wash off your makeup. Mingyu had set your stuff down on the small desk before walking out onto the deck connected to your room. You craned your neck out, assuming he was going to smoke a joint, but he was just staring at the ocean, noticing how loud the waves crashed against the shore.

You padded out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame for a moment, admiring him in the dim light. It almost left in you in disbelief how you had roped Kim Mingyu, one of the most attractive men you’d ever met and probably one of the longest crushes you’d ever had in your life, into being your wedding date for an entire year. He had a lost a bet, but he really didn’t have to be here. He didn’t have to invest in a new suit. He didn’t have take the time off from his two jobs. He didn’t have to listen to your trauma, or look at you like you were this painting to be worshipped, this Mona Lisa of sorts. Mingyu could’ve said no. 

But he didn’t. 

“I’m going to take a shower,” you finally informed him, and he turned to meet you eyes. “Can you help me out of my dress?”

He nodded diligently, following you to the bathroom. You pulled your hair up with one hand, and with deft fingers, he slid the zipper down your back. Typically, you would hold the dress to your chest until he left the bathroom, out of respect, but you were letting it pool at your feet tonight. You stepped out of it, your gaze locking with his as you turned on the shower. You were giving him this look and he was still standing there in his half-buttoned dress shirt, hands forming into fists as he fought the urge touch you. Waiting for a sign. Waiting for your permission.

But you didn’t even have to say anything. Your eyes said the words for you. As you climbed into the standing shower, he took his time removing his suit, pretending as if he wasn’t fucking dying to have his hands on you, and then he was behind you, the hard panes of his chest flush against your back. He closed the shower door as the glass began to fog up.

The water was scalding as it rained down on your head, steam forming around the small bathroom. You could still feel the dried tears on your face, imprinted underneath your makeup all night, and you did your best to wash them away. Mingyu noticed the way your shoulders sagged, the way you sighed while you were lost in thought, and as much as wanted touch you in places that made those sweet sounds fall from your lips, he held himself back. Instead, he let his hands comb through your wet hair before scrubbing shampoo into the strands. You relaxed against him, closing your eyes as he washed your hair.

It was so domestic that you could cry. 

(Again.)

The last person you ever thought could be capable of this kind of care was Mingyu. You both had known each other for eight years, and not once had he displayed this kind of person around you. Or maybe you just weren’t paying attention, too lost in your own perception of him. Even now, you couldn’t help but remind yourself of when he avoided you after the hookup in senior year. He really isn’t the same guy, Vernon’s voice echoed in your head. Give him a chance. You had never trusted those words, but in this moment … you realized where you had went wrong.

The water began to get cold when it came time to wash his own hair and you could tell he was struggling to rush. His mannerisms made you giggle, and even though the steam began to dissipate from the room, you still turned to his front and rested your forehead on his chest, letting the lukewarm water beat down your neck.

When you walked out of the shower, you had never felt more fresh and at ease. Your body was all warm and you had brought the comfiest pajamas for summer weather. The breeze wafting off the ocean blew through your room from the open screen door, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore could lull you to sleep.

But right now, it seemed like neither of you were keen on the subject. As you slipped under the covers next to each other, you were grateful that there was only one bed: one large, king-sized bed that both of you could be using to spread out. Instead, you were huddled close, hair still wet from the shower, and his arms locked around you like he couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go. Your hands cupped his face, studying parts of him that you didn’t think of in your previous lust-induced hazes. Fingers traced his lips, brushed over the tip of his nose – where his tiny mole was stamped – before you skimmed the shell of his ear.

You almost didn’t recognize your own voice as you whispered, “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime,” he smiled.

A beat of silence. Hands stilled. Lips pursed.

“Mingyu?”

“Yeah?”

“Please, kiss me.”

His mouth was on yours before you could even finish the sentence, but he still took his time exploring new ways to make you moan into the kiss. He kept one hand splayed on your back, pressing you further into him, while the other played with the hem of your loose t-shirt. Your hands knotted into his hair as he kissed you slow, savoring you like a fine meal. And you simply let him. You were like molten lava, melting in the palm of his calloused hands. 

You felt his fingers prod at the waistband of your shorts, and it was game over. Slipping them under, he practically whined into your mouth when he realized you hadn’t put any panties on after the shower. His mouth disconnected from yours, fingers sliding between your slick folds. “Are you trying to kill me?” He breathed against your lips.

“In my defense,” you chuckled softly, “I forgot to bring them to the bathroom.”

He laughed with you, and you were debating on crying again because he was so kind and good and definitely just as obsessed with you as you were with him. No matter how many times you didn’t want to admit it, you had somehow fallen into Kim Mingyu’s trap once again. 

He kissed you again, hungrier this time, as he spread you open with his fingers. You whimpered, but he swallowed it with his tongue and began to rub tight circles on your clit. Your leg lifted, hooking onto his waist, and you bucked against his hand. Your body felt like it was on fire, but Mingyu was careful, plucking your strings like a guitar, and you needed moremoremore. Pushing two fingers inside of you, his kiss was like a sound barrier as he consumed all your sweet sounds, as if that would allow him to hear them forever. 

It was only when you came apart that he dragged his lips to your neck, wanting to focus on your moans as he fucked you with his fingers. He felt you shake, your pussy squeezing his thick fingers, and he kept rubbing your clit through it, wanting to prolong your orgasm as much as possible. If not for you, then for him, just so he could hear you. He would make you cum as many times as you wanted if it meant he could hear his name falling from your lips. 

Neither of you wanted to stop; all fumbling hands and shaky limbs as he finally tugged your shorts off. It was a lot more difficult to take off his boxers without separating from you, but you laughed and you were so pretty that he almost forgot what he was doing in the first place. Once he was situated, you rolled on top of him, straddling his lap. You held his face in your hands, and for a moment, you could almost see reflections of the dark ocean outside in his starry gaze. Your palms drifted down, fingertips tracing the hard panes of his chest. He was all muscle, sculpted like your very own David statue; his complexion so similar to golden hour personified.

You lifted your t-shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. Mingyu was already so hard that it hurt, but he took a few more seconds to stare at you. He wanted to remember this moment forever: the sight of you on top of him, naked and vulnerable, hair wet and a faint blush on your cheeks.

Sitting up on your knees, you positioned yourself right over his cock and gripped the shaft to get the perfect angle inside of you. You were looking at him and he was looking at you as you lowered yourself slightly, grazing his tip against your wet slit, still dripping from your previous orgasm. Mingyu groaned at the sensitivity, throwing his head back against the pillow and muttering, “This is so mean.”

“You like when I’m mean,” you giggled, repeating the same words you uttered that fateful night after Chan’s wedding, when Mingyu’s face was buried between your thighs.

And Mingyu recognized it too, a grin making it’s way to his lips. But that was soon replaced by look of complete bliss as you finally sunk down onto his cock. He was the perfect size, filling you just right but never uncomfortable. He gave you a moment to adjust, but you could tell from his white-knuckled grip on your hips that he was damn near fighting the urge to thrust up into you. He didn’t though. He was patient and perfect and all yours.

You anchored yourself to him with one hand on his shoulder, beginning to rock into him at a snail’s pace. Your eyes connected, and even as he moaned underneath you, he was unable to stop smiling. Mingyu let you set the pace, and you took your time, getting to know what speed had him pulling your hips harder. The angle had him buried so deep inside that you could practically feel him in your stomach, and you sighed each time as you moved against him. 

“Fuck,” he whined, shifting to sit up against the headboard. “I’ve needed you so bad.”

“I know, I know,” you confessed in a breathy whimper. “Me too.”

He was digging his fingers into your hips so hard that you were sure there’d be marks, but you didn’t care right now. You just wanted him, wanted this. Wanted to be this connected to him and feel him this deep and cum together as the waves crashed against the shore outside. He began to move you on his own accord, bouncing you on his cock as he leaned forward to nip and suck at your neck. “So pretty,” he mused against your skin, breath stuttering as your walls tightened. “So pretty sitting on my cock.”

You were the one whining now, raking your fingers into his dark strands as your thigh muscles burned. Your breasts jumped with each slam of his hips against yours, and he planted hot, open-mouthed kisses down your throat, dipping his tongue into your collarbone, before latching his mouth around one of your nipples.

Your hands pulled at his hair. “Mingyu, please,” you cooed, not exactly sure what you were begging for. Just moremoremore. 

His eyes lifted to yours and you watched him fucking smile while tugging at your nipple. You were melting like putty, and he was able to still move you with one hand, using his free one to cup your other breast and run his thumb over that nipple. Tears pricked at your eyes, feeling him pulse inside you with each pass. And when he started to thrust up into you, you were pretty sure that you were close to seeing stars.

“Wanna cum with you,” he rasped while switching breasts and flicking his tongue over your other nipple. “Please, wanna cum inside you.”

You nodded, too cock drunk to say anything besides, “Yesyesyes.”

He was rolling your hips now, practically rutting into you as he lifted his head from your chest, leaving a trail of spit. You leaned down and let his lips ghost over yours. Moans slipped from your mouth into his, and he was bouncing you on his cock so fast you almost couldn’t register to breathe. His breath was hot against your lips, so close he could feel his body shaking, but he needed you to be closer, needed to feel you tightened around him and milk him for everything he was worth.

Snaking a hand between your bodies, he found your clit easily, knowing your body better than anyone ever had. All you could hear in that moment was the sound of the ocean through your screen door and skin slapping against skin. You were so wet and warm and – shit, you were starting to clench around him. He rolled your clit between two fingers, and a whimper slipped out of his mouth when he felt your pussy clamp around his throbbing cock.

He needed to cum and so did you and – fuck, he could feel it, feel you, feel how deep he was inside.

He would do this forever if you asked.

“Fuck, Mingyu, oh my god, right there, right there –” You pleaded in his ear, feeling yourself tip right over that edge –

Then you were cumming.

And so was he.

You moaned his name like it was a prayer, shattering as you came undone. Your walls were squeezing him like a vice, and he was unable to hold himself back anymore, burying himself to the hilt before painting your insides white with his orgasm. Hips jerked, bodies went taunt. You felt your whole being dissolve into nothing but pleasure, molding yourself to him in his arms. When the rush of warmth started to fade and he felt your combined releases seep from between your thighs, he breathed out a sigh of relief, brushing kisses over your jaw.

You weren’t sure you were in your right mind. Everything was so hazy. But you didn’t want to move away just yet. Even when his cock started to go soft inside of you, you stayed connected to him, pushing his hair back from his forehead and whispering praises in his ear like, “You were so good … So good to me … My Mingyu … I’ve always been yours …” You could feel him smiling against your skin, his hands tracing circles on your lower back.

But as time seemed to stop and you felt peace for the first time in a while, you realized just how deep you had fallen. You were drowning in him.

Mingyu had wanted to tell you that it felt exactly like his dreams. If you were drowning in him, he had already sunk to the bottom a long time ago.

Save the Date for the wedding of Nathan Chaney and Your Mother: September 5th

Your mother was remarrying. Her and Nathan had been together since you went off to college, and then got engaged just a year after you graduated. They decided on a long engagement, choosing to plan out a destination wedding in the Caribbean. You thought it was crazy at first, but then your mother said, “If this is going to be my last wedding – and it is – I want to go out with a bang.” You couldn’t exactly blame her. After your dad had cheated and the divorce was finalized, you knew your mother deserved something like this. She deserved the world.

When she had called you just a week before the wedding, babbling on about who you were possibly bringing now that your ex was completely out of the picture, you paused. Holding the phone to your ear and watering one of your half-dead plants with the other, you said, “I’m … I’m going with Mingyu.”

“Vernon?” She asked, not believing what you said.

“Mingyu.”

“Like … the Mingyu from university? The football player?”

You sighed, playing with the dead leaves on the plant. “He was also – and still is – one of Vernon’s good friends.”

“Oh,” your mother said, more surprised than anything. “Well, you better watch for Nathan’s sister. If Mingyu looks anything like how I remember from Family Day, she will go buck wild over him.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” you chuckled.

The truth was … you weren’t exactly sure how this wedding was going to go. Ever since the last one, you had been progressively putting more distance between you and Mingyu. Once again. Your last night together had been so real … too real, and you wanted to save yourself from the heartbreak after this wedding when you never saw him again. As much as you hated to admit it, feelings were now involved, seeping into your bloodstream, until your heart thrummed like the sound of his name on your tongue. 

Slowly pushing him away … it hurt, but it was better this way. Pain was temporary and so was your arrangement. You knew that going into it, so how did you end up in this mess? You remembered what had happened after Chan’s wedding, the way Mingyu looked at you as he was shotgunning smoke into your mouth and – yeah, you knew exactly how you ended up here.

If you kept telling yourself this was for the better, maybe you’d start believing it. Maybe your feelings would drift like smoke and your mother’s wedding would be a final farewell before you two went your separate ways.

But you had been doing that for a month now.

And those feelings refused to fade.

You had an early morning flight the day of your mother’s wedding. Typically, you wouldn’t be getting to a destination wedding on such short notice, but the ceremony was small. So small your mother refused to have a rehearsal dinner and no bridal party. It was about her and Nathan, and you had to respect that she was doing things her way this time around.

You had waited at your gate right before doors closed for Mingyu, since you were on the same flight. But he was clearly running late and you were much too awkward around him now to text him. So you finally got on the plane and found your seat, noticing the one seat in the back still left unoccupied. Once you had landed five hours later, you quickly headed to the hotel that Nathan had booked for the ceremony and reception. Your phone lit up as you hailed a ride.

Mingyu: I’m sorry, I got a new flight 

Mingyu: I’ll be there just 2 hours after you land

Mingyu: I’ll make it for the ceremony. I promise

Feeling his anxiety radiate through your phone, you believed him, and then wondered if maybe this was a blessing in disguise. You were rewarded a few more hours of alone time before you had your last hurrah with Mingyu. Maybe if you buried your feelings deep enough, you wouldn’t tense up the second you saw his face. Maybe if you didn’t look into his eyes, you wouldn’t have the urge to kiss him. Or let him hold your hand. Or spread your legs to welcome him inside –

You dropped your lipgloss onto the bathroom counter, sick of your own thoughts. Your  square-neck, baby blue dress was clinging to every curve, but you felt like you were being suffocated by the fabric. You had just finished doing your hair and makeup, but you couldn’t quite keep your thoughts at bay. Nerves batted against your skull, making your hands shake slightly. What would you do once Mingyu walked in? Would you avoid his stare? Would you tell him immediately how much you liked him and how this wouldn’t work out and you knew you set yourself up for heartbreak –

Maybe you needed a walk.

Grabbing a spare pair of sandals, you headed outside to walk the beach just along the grounds of the hotel. There was still an hour before the ceremony, and you could just see the planners putting finishing touches on the decorations laid out on the shore, where your mother wanted it to take place. Couples were still walking through the water. Kids were making sand castles. The sun was slowly beginning to set and the breeze was whipping your hair off your shoulders.

And you smiled, despite everything you were feeling. Because where there was an end, there would always be a new beginning.

“HEY!”

You spun around, your sandals sinking into the sand. Although you recognized his voice, the last thing you expected to see was Kim Mingyu running towards you in his pristine black tux, his tie loose around his neck and blowing in the breeze. It was like something out of a movie, the kind of movie where there was supposed to be a happy ending, but you knew you weren’t afforded luck like that in real life.

He stopped in front of you, running a hand through his hair. Sand sprinkled down the tops of his shoes.

“When did you get here?” You raised a brow.

“About twenty minutes ago. I flew in my tux because I figured I wouldn’t have enough time to change. But now it just kind of smells like …” He lifted the sleeve to his nose and inhaled. “Like peanuts and old plastic.”

You giggled, holding a hand to your mouth and just … staring at him. He was smiling at you, fangs poking out from under his top lip. His skin was even prettier in the sunset. His hair, despite the messy texture, was effortless and perfect. He embodied sunshine in its purest form.

“Well, you …” You looked to the water, your hands flexing at your sides. “You didn’t need to come find me out here.”

His voice was sweet, soft, like fresh sheets, when he replied, “Yes, I did.” His hand reached out a little, attempting to lace your fingers together, but he stuffed them in his pockets instead. “When I was wondering where you’d be, I remembered something you said to me in college … Do you remember Move-In Day of junior year when we had that bonfire with Vernon and a few other people? You really didn’t enjoy my company back then, but I sat next to you because you agreed to sharing that god awful cheap vodka we used to like.” He laughed when you grimaced. “We got to talking and I asked you, ‘If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?’ And you said something like, ‘I want to be walking on a beach. I’ve always felt the most calm with my toes in wet sand.’”

You blinked, wondering if you had heard him right. He … how did he … “You remember that?”

“I remember a lot of things.”

And there he was, reaching out again and brave enough to brush his fingers over your knuckles. You looked down, watching his hand interlock with yours, and his palms were balmy and calloused. They felt familiar, like home. And you simply couldn’t believe that you had deprived yourself of this.

“Did you mean it when you said, ‘I’ve always been yours?’”

Your head snapped up, tsking under your breath. Hand still intertwined with his, you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. “You came all the way out here to ask me that?” You asked, flustered and agitated.

His brow shot up. “So that’s a yes then?” 

Your mouth opened, but then closed when you realized that he caught you. 

He added, his voice like velvet again, “Then why are you avoiding me? I can sense it.”

“Well, if you’re that sensitive to other people’s feelings than I guess that –” You paused, taking a deep breath as you gathered yourself. Your ears reddened. “Look, I think it’s pretty obvious that I’ve … I like you. A lot. But having feelings for you would be so messy. The last time I went through this, we hooked up and you hardly spoke to me after.”

Mingyu’s brow furrowed. “That was years ago.”

“You know how uncommitted you’ve always been,” you quickly remarked, even though you didn’t fully believe those words anymore. “Weren’t you the one that told me at the start of this that men never really grow up?”

His eyes narrowed a little. “Are you playing psychological warfare with me right now?”

Slipping your fingers away from his, you shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I’ve been your date to five weddings this year. It wasn’t just about losing some bet. I did it for you.” He stared at you incredulously. “Are you really going to hold me to a mistake I made six years ago? When I was a shitty 22-year-old that was terrified to tell the girl I liked for years that I was interested in her?”

“I never … I never thought you liked me back then.”

Mingyu’s gaze softened, and he tucked another curl behind your ear that blew in the wind. “I made you believe that I didn’t because it was easier than admitting my feelings. I was terrified of rejection. And an idiot.”

You couldn’t help but snort at his comment, but you knew this conversation was far from over. “Well, I …” You rubbed at your nose and turned away from him, facing the water that looked almost sapphire in color. The waves sparkled under the setting sun. “Wedding season is over after this and we can both go back to our normal lives. Vernon won’t flip a lid when he sees me texting you all the time and everything will be back to the way it was. I always prepared for you to just forget about me after this anyway.”

“I love Vernon, but this isn’t about him.” Mingyu stepped forward into your line of vision. “What if I don’t want to go back to the way things were?”

Your eyes flickered to his, and it was his turn to step closer again. His large palm cupped your cheek, his skin always so cozy and inviting that you just had to lean into him. Fingertips traced your brow bone as his gaze lingered on your lips.

“I don’t want to forget about you or never see you again. I want to be around you,” he confessed. “I … want to go on more dates with you. I want to be your date to more than just weddings.”

You hesitated, unraveling and dissecting each word in your head, before you came to the conclusion that … oh, my god, he had feelings for you too. Had you always been this much of an absolute moron?

Getting on your tiptoes, you closed the distance between you two, your lips crashing onto his like the water against the shoreline. Your body almost suctioned to his, bringing him even closer when your arms wound around his neck. He kept that one hand on your cheek, the other splaying on your lower back, like how he always did when he was nervous. But he had nothing to be nervous about, because you liked him and he liked you. The world felt like it was spinning, but also just right, and his tongue was licking into your mouth enough to make you feel breathless. You could do this forever, be this relaxed in his arms, kiss him as if it was only you two in your own world. And as he tugged on your bottom lip to make your breathing heavy, you decided that your dream had become a reality.

When you broke the kiss, your cheeks were definitely flushed, even under the layer of blush you put on. Mingyu grinned, tilting his head as he whispered, “So you have always been mine then?”

“Such a tease sometimes,” you repeated his fateful words from June. 

You turned, tugging on his hand playfully as the waves begin to lick at the sand near your feet. “C’mon,” you chuckled. “If we’re late to this wedding, my mom will kill me before I can even think about calling you my boyfriend.”

Mingyu had wanted to ask you to marry him only two years later, and thank god, he finally found the words.

“Stay for Him”

Part 1: One Room, Two Strangers, and a Three-Year-Old

The villa was too quiet for a family.

Or maybe it was just the space between you and Jaehyun that made it feel that way—cold, silent, suffocating.

Your three-year-old son, Jaejun, clung to your leg while you stood at the entrance, staring at the too-romantic white curtains and ocean-view balcony.

“Mommy, this house is big!” he gasped, running toward the windows.

“Don’t run—” you warned, but Jaehyun’s voice overlapped yours from behind.

“He’ll be fine,” he said flatly, wheeling in the last suitcase. “We’re not here to fight, remember?”

You turned slowly, your eyes narrowing.

“And yet you say that like you’re begging me to.”

His jaw ticked. “I’m here for him. Not for you.”

The air was thick with history. With resentment. And beneath that—something worse. The lingering ache of what once was.

“Great,” you said sharply. “We agree on something.”

The three of you had agreed—after months of arguing, after one too many court calls, after a particularly devastating night of Jaejun crying for both parents—that your son deserved a vacation where he could have both of you. Just for one week.

No yelling. No bitterness. No dragging him between homes.

Just one week of pretending like things were okay.

It was Day One, and the cracks were already forming.

Jaehyun dropped onto the outdoor couch, staring at his phone like it owed him something.

You caught a glimpse of the screen. A name. A heart emoji.

His new girlfriend.

Of course she had a heart next to her name.

You turned away before he could see the flicker of something—bitterness? sadness?—cross your face.

Later that evening, the villa was filled with the sound of waves, laughter, and cartoon sound effects. Jaejun lay on a blanket surrounded by toys, humming to himself.

You were making dinner. Jaehyun was setting the table.

It should have been domestic. Peaceful.

But it wasn’t.

“You always add too much salt,” he muttered, watching you taste the stew.

“And you always act like you’re still relevant in this kitchen.”

“Still feisty,” he mumbled under his breath.

You turned sharply, ladle in hand. “You say that like it’s a compliment.”

“I used to think it was.”

The room went quiet.

The only sound was Jaejun giggling at his cartoon.

You both stared at each other—years of history packed into one glance.

He looked away first.

You hated that part of you noticed how tired he looked. That he’d grown out his hair again. That he still wore the watch you gave him two anniversaries ago.

“Dinner’s ready,” you said coldly.

That night, Jaejun fell asleep on the couch with a beach towel as a blanket. You gently lifted him, and Jaehyun stepped in silently to help.

The two of you placed him in the big bed.

You reached for the extra pillow and started arranging a makeshift spot on the couch.

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow. “You’re sleeping there?”

“Obviously.”

He smirked. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.”

“Good,” you said, tossing him the other pillow. “You’re on the floor.”

He scoffed. “This is going to be a great week.”

You threw the blanket at him.

“Goodnight, Jaehyun.”

He lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Jeong.”

Your heart twisted—for reasons you refused to name.

And somewhere between the soft crash of waves and your son’s quiet breaths—you wondered if one week would be too long.

Part 2: You, Me, and Her on the Screen

The sun was blinding the next morning—unforgiving, like it knew exactly how little sleep you got.

Jaejun was already digging in the sand with a plastic shovel, cheeks puffed with joy. You sat under the umbrella, watching him and sipping lukewarm coffee, when Jaehyun walked over shirtless, towel slung over his shoulder.

His body still looked the same.

That bothered you more than you wanted to admit.

You looked away first.

He didn’t say anything. Just dropped beside you, pulled out his phone, and opened a FaceTime call.

You weren’t looking until you heard the voice.

“Babe? Wow, the beach looks so pretty.”

You stiffened.

“Yeah,” Jaehyun said, and you couldn’t tell if he was avoiding eye contact or just being cruel. “It’s peaceful.”

The girl on the screen giggled. You caught a glimpse of her glossy lips and perfectly done nails.

Definitely the type who wouldn’t last one second with a toddler.

You stood to walk toward your son, giving them space. Not that you owed him that anymore.

But as you helped Jaejun build a sandcastle, you couldn’t help noticing—

He’d stopped talking.

His phone was still in his hand, but he was just… watching you.

His girlfriend was still on the call.

And he was watching you.

Later that afternoon, you all went for a short walk along the coast. Jaejun insisted on wearing his little straw hat, stomping through shallow water like a professional explorer.

“Hold my hand!” he shouted at both of you.

You reached for his.

But he pulled away. “No, both! Hold each other too! Like a real family!”

You and Jaehyun froze.

Jaejun’s wide eyes stared up at you, pout trembling. “Please? Just for the picture…”

A local photographer the resort had hired was patiently waiting. She gave a polite smile like she knew what kind of war was going on beneath the silence.

You swallowed hard.

Jaehyun’s hand reached out first.

You hesitated. But then you looked down at Jaejun’s hopeful face—his dimples, his soft hands—and took it.

His hand was warm.

And worse—familiar.

You stood there for one photo.

One forced, pretty lie.

The photographer clicked a few times, then nodded. “Got it!”

But Jaehyun didn’t let go right away.

You looked at him.

He wasn’t smiling. He looked like he was remembering something.

You yanked your hand back.

The walk back to the villa was silent.

That night, you watched Jaejun sleep, curled up in the middle of the bed with one hand clinging to both your pillows.

“I don’t want him to be confused,” you said quietly.

Jaehyun, now sitting on the balcony with a beer, looked up.

“He’s not,” he replied.

“He asked if we could all live together again.”

That made him go quiet.

You walked out and stood next to him. The night breeze was salty. Soft.

“He deserves to be happy,” you whispered. “Even if that means pretending we don’t hate each other for a week.”

He let out a breath. “You think I enjoy this?”

“I think you enjoy being right.”

“I think you enjoy running away.”

You glared at him, but he looked back at you with the same fire.

It only lasted a second.

Then he looked away. “We were good at pretending today.”

You didn’t respond.

Because the way his voice dropped—we were good at pretending—sounded too close to something real.

Something that used to hurt less.

Part 3: The Uninvited

The knock came at 6PM.

You were brushing sand out of Jaejun’s curls when the door opened and her voice rang out like perfume you never liked.

“Surprise!”

Minji. Tall, perfectly pressed in a linen jumpsuit that didn’t belong on a beach, red lipstick too bright for a family trip. She threw her arms around Jaehyun like she didn’t see your figure frozen in the hallway.

You stared.

She stared back—and smiled.

Not the polite kind.

The kind that cuts.

“Oh,” she chirped, glancing at you, “you must be the ex.”

You didn’t flinch. “And you must be the unexpected guest.”

Jaehyun tensed.

But Minji only giggled like it was cute.

Dinner was unbearable.

Minji talked too loudly, too quickly, clung to Jaehyun’s arm like he might float away. Jaejun sat between you and his father, oblivious and humming through spoonfuls of rice.

Then Minji tilted her wine glass and said it.

“You know, I always wondered what kind of woman Jaehyun used to be into. Guess now I know.”

Silence.

The air in the restaurant shifted. Even the background music seemed to fade.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

Minji smiled sweetly. “Just saying—it makes sense. You’re more… domestic. Less of a threat.”

You heard it. So did Jaehyun.

You opened your mouth—but he beat you to it.

“Stop.” His voice was flat. Cold. Deadly.

Minji turned to him, visibly startled. “I was just teasing.”

“No,” he said, voice low. “You were trying to humiliate her.”

Minji’s jaw clenched. “I thought you said things were amicable.”

“We share a child,” he snapped. “We share a life. Show some respect.”

She turned red. Then pale.

You rose from your chair, lips trembling with the pressure of holding back a million words.

“I’m taking Jaejun back to the room.”

“Wait,” Jaehyun said, pushing up from his seat.

You didn’t turn around.

“Stay with your girlfriend,” you muttered, and walked away.

Later that night, Jaehyun knocked softly on your villa door.

You opened it a crack.

He stood there—alone. Hands in his pockets. Brows furrowed.

“I sent her home. We broke up...”

You said nothing.

“She crossed a line. I won’t let anyone talk about you like that.”

The air between you ached.

You nodded once, slowly, then shut the door.

But your hands shook for a long time after.

Not from anger.

From the part of you that wanted to believe him again.

Part 4: The Blue Dress

The next day, Minji was gone.

You didn’t ask. Jaehyun didn’t explain.

But things felt… quieter.

Softer.

And that evening, under the gold-spilled sky, Jaehyun set up a small dinner table right on the sand. Just the three of you. Fairy lights strung along driftwood, music humming from a portable speaker, and Jaejun chasing seagulls barefoot with squeals that made tourists turn their heads.

You almost didn’t come.

But then you looked at yourself in the mirror—sun-kissed skin, loose waves from the salt air, and the short blue dress you hadn’t worn in years.

It still fit.

When Jaehyun saw you, he blinked.

Actually blinked. Like he forgot how to speak.

You noticed.

But you didn’t say anything.

Dinner was grilled shrimp, pineapple rice, and laughter.

Jaejun insisted on feeding Jaehyun “like a big baby” and then threw rice at your knee when you teased him back. Sand clung to your legs. The music shifted to something slow, and Jaehyun was wiping sauce from Jaejun’s cheek when your son tugged your wrist and said—

“Dance with me, Mommy!”

You hesitated.

Jaehyun stood up too. “Let me steal the first one.”

You blinked, surprised—but Jaejun beamed and clapped.

So you took Jaehyun’s hand.

Barefoot in the sand, fairy lights flickering, the breeze warm against your skin, he held your waist lightly and swayed with you.

It wasn’t romantic.

Not yet.

But it was something.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he said softly, eyes not leaving yours.

You gave a half-smile. “Not like your girlfriend?”

“She’s not here.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He didn’t respond.

But his hand tightened slightly on your hip.

Then Jaejun ran between you two mid-spin, and Jaehyun lifted him effortlessly onto his shoulders while you laughed so hard your dimples hurt.

And when you laughed—

He stared.

Really stared.

Like it broke something open in him.

You didn’t notice.

But later, when you leaned down to tuck Jaejun into bed, Jaehyun stood in the doorway and watched you for a long, long time.

Not saying a word.

Just remembering that once upon a time, this was his family.

And maybe—just maybe—it still could be.

Part 5: When She Fell

The stars were scattered like spilled salt across the sky.

It was past midnight, and the villa was quiet—except for the sound of your laughter.

Jaehyun stepped out just in time to see you darting barefoot through the sand, your short blue dress fluttering, the drink still in your hand, and your laughter too loud, too beautiful.

"Y/N!" he called, barefoot now too as he chased after you.

You twirled once in the wet sand near the water's edge, hands in the air, hair wild from the ocean breeze. “I’m a divorcee mermaid queen,” you slurred. “Bow before me—”

And then you fell.

Your heel caught in the soft sand mid-spin, and you went down hard with a surprised yelp. The cup flew. Saltwater sprayed. And Jaehyun’s heart stopped.

He was beside you in an instant, dropping to his knees. “Y/N—!”

You looked up at him, blinking, face half-lit by moonlight, laughing breathlessly as you winced. “Ouch.”

“Jesus,” he whispered, brushing hair out of your face, hands frantic but gentle. “You okay?”

You nodded, giggling, “I tripped on my past mistakes.”

He didn’t laugh.

He was still staring at you—your flushed cheeks, your bare legs, your voice so soft and wrecked by rum. And suddenly—

It hit him.

Like a fist to the ribs.

God, he was in love with you.

Still.

Hopelessly.

Painfully.

Every stupid piece of him.

You weren’t his anymore—but the way you blinked up at him, trusting, smiling even though you were dizzy and broken and a little scraped—he felt that familiar ache rise up and choke him.

You sat up slowly, hands in the sand, leaning closer without realizing it. “What?” you murmured. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He couldn’t answer.

He could only reach up and wipe a streak of wet sand from your cheek, fingers trembling.

And for a second, your smile faded too.

Because maybe—you felt it too.

That ancient ache neither of you ever really buried.

But then you looked away, cheeks pink, whispering, “Help me up, Jaehyun. I’m not seventeen anymore.”

He did.

And he didn’t let go of your hand.

Part 6: The Kitchen Kiss

You woke up with sand in your hair and a splitting headache.

The blue dress was crumpled on the bathroom floor, your skin still salty, and your memories were fogged over with half-laughs and half-lost moments in the tide.

You didn’t remember exactly what you said.

But you remembered how he looked at you.

The morning sunlight was too bright, the villa quiet except for the small clatter of dishes from the kitchen.

You dragged your feet across the cold tile and peeked around the corner.

Jaehyun was standing at the stove, shirtless, hair still damp from his shower. He was making eggs—burning them, actually.

Jaejun sat on the counter beside him, swinging his legs and licking strawberry jelly off a spoon.

When Jaehyun turned and saw you in your oversized tee and sleep-mussed hair, he froze.

You squinted. “You’re trying to kill me with breakfast?”

He exhaled a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fair warning, I haven’t cooked in a while.”

“Yeah, well, neither have I. We’re both disasters.”

Jaejun giggled from the counter. “You fell in the ocean.”

You gasped. “You narc!”

Jaehyun chuckled as you reached out and pinched your son’s cheek gently, then moved toward the coffee machine. The space between you and Jaehyun was tight now—close in the quiet kitchen with the sun rising too slow.

You brushed past him to grab a mug.

And he didn’t move.

His hand caught yours instead.

You stilled.

Your breath caught. The warmth of him pressed against your side, not quite touching but close enough. The air was thick.

His voice was low. “Last night…”

You didn’t answer.

You looked at him, heart pounding.

And then—

He leaned in.

And kissed you.

It wasn’t rushed.

It wasn’t soft either.

It was remembering. It was years of silence crashing in one slow, aching press of lips.

His hand cradled your jaw. Yours clutched the front of his shirt.

And just as your knees buckled, a tiny voice interrupted—

“Are you kissing my mom?”

You both jumped apart.

Jaejun blinked, holding his half-eaten toast.

You cleared your throat, cheeks blazing. “Uh. No. That was CPR.”

Jaehyun, flushed but grinning, nodded seriously. “Very advanced CPR.”

Jaejun narrowed his eyes. Cheeks filled with bread.

Part 7: The Third Spot at the Table

Johnny showed up just after lunch, sunglasses perched on his nose, grinning wide with his usual easy charm.

You had invited him—Jaehyun knew that—but it didn’t make the sight of Johnny lifting Jaejun into the air and spinning him around any easier to stomach.

“Uncle Johnny!” Jaejun squealed, arms around his neck like they were long-lost best friends. “You brought the sea turtle toy!”

“I promised, didn’t I?” Johnny winked at him, then gave you a little mock bow. “And you. Looking gorgeous as always.”

Jaehyun didn’t say a word.

Just sat back on the edge of the porch, sipping from a bottle of water, jaw tight.

He wasn’t the possessive type.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

But watching Johnny high-five Jaejun, watching you laugh at some stupid inside joke the two of you shared from work, watching Johnny casually touch your arm like it meant nothing—

Something in Jaehyun’s chest twisted.

And it twisted harder when Jaejun ran back up the porch, toy in hand, yelling, “Daddy, can Uncle Johnny come to dinner too?! He’s so funny!”

“Don’t be rude,” you teased softly. “Johnny’s been part of our life since before Jaejun could walk. Of course he can.”

Jaehyun forced a smile. “Sure. Why not.”

Johnny grinned. “I’ll bring the wine.”

Jaehyun stood then, brushing sand off his pants. “No need. I’ve already got it covered.”

And he looked right at Johnny when he said it.

Later, at dinner…

Johnny sat beside you, too close, shoulders occasionally bumping.

You laughed at something he said. Tossed your head back.

And Jaehyun stared.

Not at Johnny.

At you.

Because he hadn’t seen you laugh like that in days. Because you leaned into Johnny when you spoke. Because you looked happy, and he didn’t know if it was because of Johnny or despite him.

And it drove him insane.

So when Jaejun curled into Johnny’s side and mumbled sleepily, “Uncle Johnny? Do you like my mo-” Jaehyun finally stood.

“Bedtime,” he said a little too sharply. “Come on, buddy.”

Jaejun blinked. “But I wanna stay with—”

“Now.”

You looked at him, startled by the edge in his voice.

But you didn’t say anything.

Because part of you understood exactly what it meant.

Part 8: The Balcony, the Storm, and the Question

The villa had quieted.

Jaejun had long since fallen asleep in his bed, fingers still curled around the plush sea turtle Johnny gave him.

You were in the kitchen, putting away dishes, when Jaehyun appeared in the doorway—his shirt slightly unbuttoned, hair tousled from the wind, eyes unreadable.

“I poured you wine,” he said quietly. “It’s on the balcony.”

You hesitated.

Then followed.

The night air was thick with salt and tension. The waves were louder now, crashing softly below the wooden railings of the balcony. A single lantern above flickered warm, golden light across his face.

You stepped closer.

“You okay?” you asked, settling into the chair beside him.

“I’m not sure.”

You tilted your head. “Because of Johnny?”

He looked away. “No. Yes. I don’t know. It’s not about him. It’s about… you.”

You said nothing, sipping your wine. Waiting.

He didn’t look at you when he spoke again. “I saw you tonight. With him. With Jaejun. Laughing. Smiling. And I realized something.”

You set the glass down, heart crawling up your throat.

“I realized,” he whispered, “that I want to be the one you laugh with. Again. I want to be the one you come to after hard days. The one you drink wine with at midnight. The one you touch without hesitation. The one our son calls home.”

He turned to face you now—eyes blazing, jaw clenched.

“I want you to be my wife again.”

Your breath hitched. “Jaehyun…”

But he didn’t let you speak.

He stepped closer, reached for your face—roughly, like he couldn’t hold it in anymore—and kissed you.

Hard.

Desperate.

All tongue and teeth and too much emotion. The kind of kiss that hurt because it was filled with regret. The kind of kiss that pulled the air out of your lungs because it meant everything. The kind of kiss that you had dreamt about since the moment he walked away from you months ago.

You gasped, gripping his shirt, pushing him slightly—and then pulling him right back.

And he didn’t stop.

He cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing tears you didn’t even realize had fallen. Kissed you again—slower this time. Tender. Raw.

When he pulled back, you were trembling.

He rested his forehead against yours.

“Please,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Be my wife again. For real this time. No walking away. No bitterness. Just… us.”

You didn’t answer right away.

You just leaned into him.

And kissed him back.

Bonus Scene: “Secrets for the Smallest One”

The house was quiet, bathed in the soft lavender glow of early evening. Somewhere in the kitchen, the dishwasher hummed. Outside, cicadas buzzed lazily in the trees.

Inside, you were curled up on Jaejun’s bed, watching as Jaehyun gently helped him into his pajamas — dinosaur ones, of course. The toddler was swaying with sleep, arms lifted obediently, eyes half-closed but fighting the pull of dreams.

“Too tired to brush your teeth?” Jaehyun teased, kneeling in front of him.

“I brushed the air,” Jaejun muttered, head flopping onto his dad’s shoulder.

Jaehyun looked up at you with a helpless grin. “That counts, right?”

You smirked. “For today, it does.”

Once Jaejun was tucked under the blankets, he reached out and took both your hands — dragging your arm around his tiny body like a teddy bear, demanding you lay beside him. Jaehyun joined you on the other side, his legs hanging off the bed, big body comically curled just to fit.

It was a little too warm. A little too cramped. But no one moved.

“Mama,” Jaejun mumbled, already halfway into sleep. “When the baby comes… will they laugh like you?”

Your throat tightened. “Maybe. I hope so.”

He turned toward your bump, small fingers brushing your stomach. “I’ll tell them stories. About turtles. And Daddy screaming when he saw a worm.”

Jaehyun groaned. “It was a snake! You told everyone it was a worm!”

Jaejun was already asleep.

You and Jaehyun carefully eased off the bed, tucking the blanket up to Jaejun’s chin. You pressed a kiss to his forehead. Jaehyun did the same.

Back in your shared room, you changed into pajamas, your back turned as you spoke softly. “He’s getting so big, isn’t he?”

“Mhm,” Jaehyun murmured.

When you turned around, he was kneeling in front of your bump, hands gentle and warm on either side of your belly.

He kissed it once. Then twice. Then rested his forehead there.

“Hey,” he whispered softly, eyes closed. “It’s me. Your dad. I’m kinda bad at this sometimes. But I’m really trying.”

You froze, heart full and breaking all at once.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he murmured. “Your brother’s crazy. Your mom is… everything. And you… you’re the next piece of us. The one we didn’t even know we needed.”

You knelt down too, crawling into his lap, burying your face in his neck.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Jaehyun nodded against your hair, holding you tighter.

“I love all of us,” he said.

your face was surprised when he finally held your thighs open and got closer to your clothed heat.

"you look so stressed lately, baby. is everything alright at work?" he asked, his gaze fixed on your pussy while his fingers pulled down your underwear, it made you gulp before he stopped his movements and his eyes met yours. "y/n? is everything okay?"

but just before he could remove his hands off your body, you held them in place, nodding with a soft gulp and allowing him to continue.

"it's fine, just a lot of work and new things to pick up on" you explained and jacob had already throw your underwear aside, his warm breath hitting your pussy and one long and harsh lick making you tremble. "god, cobie, are you really going to- oh my"

your words were dismissed when he simply closed his mouth on the bulge of nerves and sucked slightly, enough to make your thighs shake but soft enough to keep you steady with his hand on your lower abdomen.

the only thing you could see right now was his soft and fluffy brown hair while his face got lost in between your legs. you had the impulse to hold a grip of it and so you did, arching your back when he now started to quite literally eat you out.

when he starting sucking your folds, playing your clit with his nose, and pressing his tongue against your gapping hole, all you could do was arch your back; making the grip on his hair stronger and feeling how you started to leak every time more and more.

that's when he gave your clit a last suck and softly kissed your pussy lips before going up your body and kissing you in the mouth.

it was a rough kiss, not like the usual ones jacob uses to give you, he was hungry tonight and the way his tongue brushed against yours almost right away gave you an idea of how hot he was feeling by just eating you out a little bit.

and to be honest, you found that extremely hot.

your hands cupped his face before your hips instinctively raised to hump his growing bulge, but when your boyfriend took a stand on his knees right in the middle of your legs and placed your hips back down, you looked at him with curious eyes.

"cobie?" you called him and he just laughed a little bit, his middle and ring finger going to your mouth while he held your thighs open with the other hand.

"suck them, baby. for me, please"

and so you did, sucking his fingers while making eye contact with him, it was honestly a bit overwhelming because his gaze was overpowering yours right now so you stopped and released his fingers with a small 'pop', your lips being connected to them by a string of saliva that made jacob's mind go to places.

"you're so hot, y/n" was all he could say and you felt his previously sucked wet fingers play with your clit on a fast pace, your face contouring in pleasure and then a sudden moan leaving your lips when he entered both of them at the same time; immediately curling them inside of you. "you take me so well, like the good girl you are, huh? so eager"

you loved when he started with the pet names or the sweet words, it made your mind foggy and you felt a weird rush because how can such a nice and kind guy be fucking you with his fingers and talking so sweetly at the same time.

it didn't make sense.

but you weren't trying to find it a meaning either, the only thing you were trying to find was your composure when his fingers got faster, constantly curling against that bulge of nerves that was driving you crazy; your hands gripping the bedsheets and your moans just getting louder and louder.

he was so good at fingering you, making you feel so full and needy, soaked wet by just a few touches here and there, so ready to take whatever he wanted to give you.

"j-jacob... babe... I'm..." you couldn't even formulate a proper sentence at this point, specially not when he started dragging his fingers in and out, curling them the second he got inside of you and making the feeling a lot better because of the force he got on the in and out motion. "oh my god"

and just then he leaned down to kiss you, his fingers slowing a bit down when he took them out and instead played with your clit, a fast movement that was making your thighs shake. unfortunately you couldn't close them due to his body.

his kiss was dirty and yet soft, his lips moved slow but fast enough to make you loose the pace due to his hand playing tricks on your wet pussy. you were so close the second he started to kiss you with tongue again, god knows, and so does your boyfriend, that you loved to kiss him like this.

that's why he go his fingers inside of you again and stopped kiss you to look you right in the eyes, your lips red because of his kiss and your eyes watering up because of how overwhelmed you felt.

"cobie, I'm going to c-cum" you hastily said and your hands held his back, giving him a few scratches that just made him moan a little bit, causing you to feel even hotter because you loved when he made sounds like that with his sweet voice. "oh god, p-please let me... c-cum"

"you've been so good for me today, y/n, I think you do deserve to cum, um?" he answered and his fingers just curled inside of you faster, the wet sounds of your pussy filling up his ears and making him smirk a bit at you. "you want to cum, baby?" and you just could nod over and over again. "say please and I'll let you"

"p-please, cobie... let m-me... god!" your sentence was interrupted when he switched his fingers again, now toying your clit even faster than before and looking at you expecting, letting you know that he was still waiting for your answer. "let me cum, p-please"

"as you wish, do"

and you felt the heaven's gates opening up when you finally came, shaking a little bit when jacob got his fingers inside of you to help you pass the orgasm and also to collect some of your cum on his fingers, licking them with a pretty smile before kissing your lips one last time.

"that was amazing, love, thank you so much" you started by saying, taking his hand when he held it out for you to take. "I needed that so bad"

"I know my girl, y/n, if you needed something you can just ask me" and there he was again, that softie of a boy you got yourself. "let's get you clean, I made you dinner"

"oh, thanks, I thought I was going to sleep without eating today" he laughed and so did you, entering the bathroom and when he turned his back to go put your dinner on the table you asked: "are you having dinner with me too?"

"no, thanks" but when that grin appeared on his lips you knew what was coming. "I already eat"

and you watched him disappear with a look of disbelief in your face after he "cleaned" the corner of his mouth and laughed out loud his way to the kitchen.