Nstarqueen

The rest of your afternoon is a bit of a haze, as you let the cupcakes cool to be frosted later.  You busy yourself with cleaning up, and then decide to take a small nap.  Upon waking, you make your way back to the kitchen still in a bit of a daze but stop as you picture his hands on your body, his mouth on yours.  His handsome face as he dropped to his knees and his lips….

“Oh goodness…” you sigh out, clutching the counter to steady yourself.  If I keep thinking about this, I’m not going to get anything done, you think and take a few deep breaths. You try to focus on anything but the…activities from earlier.

 Finally able to function a bit better, you busy yourself with frosting and adding cute little candy decor to the cupcakes.  You put them in the cute little box and happily make your way over to see Soobin.  

“Hey!” The tall man says cheerfully as he opens the door, his eyes lighting up when he sees the box in your hands.  You’d made it a point to get some adorable little bakery boxes for your baked goods last time you’d done a sweep through the store and his delighted expression had you doing an internal fist pump.  Totally worth it.

“It’s so professional!” he exclaims as you hand over the cupcakes.  “I hope you guys enjoy them!” you lean over and wave to the others and they all call out happily.  “Want to come in?” he asks and you smile, deciding that some fun time would definitely be better than going home and thinking too much.  Spending the evening with the five tall gorgeous men puts you in much better spirits and you are able to push all the confusion to the side for the time being.  

Happy to be making friends, especially when you live right across the hall, you can only thank fate that at least one thing is going well in your life.  Sunday is relaxing and quiet, and you find yourself taking a long, hot bath, as well as spending a bit more time on shaving and pampering.  You even end up adding in some extra facial care, then spend a bit of time going through your panties and bras, until you finally stop singing along with the music to realize what you’re doing.

“Just because a man has his face in between my legs in my kitchen doesn’t mean we’re….anything…right?” you say to the walls, but they have no answers for you.  “I still…hate him…don’t I?”  The only answer you get in the music playing as you frown down at your intimates.  “What am I even doing?” you huff, tossing them back in the drawer and going to check your phone for the 100th time that day.  Still nothing.  Not a call or a text.  You frown and feel your heart throb.

“Ha, like he’d just text me…” you toss the phone, going into the bathroom to scream into the smaller space as you start cleaning anxiously.  It’s fine, it’s not like you wanted him to change anything.  Not like you wanted to see that beautiful smile again.  To run your fingers through his hair….You can only screech like a maniac as you focus on making everything spotless.  

Yep, everything is fine.

Monday morning.  Another Monday morning.  Yet another routine, but on this morning you take special care with your makeup.  With putting up your hair carefully, wearing a more form fitting blouse, emphasizing your body.  Smiling, you pull out a knee length skirt that has a cute little flare to it, wanting to feel a bit more feminine.  The colors compliment you and you wink at yourself in the mirror, then laugh out loud at your cheesiness.  

“Hey!” you scold yourself, pointing a finger at your reflection.  “It’s perfectly fine to take pride in my appearance.  If no one else notices it, I can appreciate myself.” Nodding, feeling better, you grab your bag and toss on some heels, making your way to the bus stop, repeating that this was definitely for you.  Definitely.  

You’re not sure if it’s the outfit, or the extra time you had taken on yourself today, but you were getting more looks than usual.  More male gazes aimed your way, and you can’t help but blush and look away when you notice.  Maybe you got them before and hadn’t noticed? You think, but shrug it off as you make your way from the stop to the building.  

You pause briefly as you see a familiar figure walking into the building, his gait unmistakable.  “You’re fine.” you whisper, smoothing your skirt and taking a deep breath, continuing your way into work.  You manage to make it into the elevator before the doors close and you smile at your coworkers.  Making small chit chat, you can’t help the little extra bounce in your step, feeling like today will be a good day.  Especially if you get to see certain people.  

As you leave the elevator, you make your way to your desk and get right into your emails.  You smile at Minseok as he comes over to you, chatting about your weekend as you get ready for your Monday meeting with- You glance over as you hear Yeosang’s deep voice from across the room.  

Shaking your head, you try to give your full attention to Minseok.  “You look really nice today.” he is saying and you can’t help but beam at him.  “Oh, thank you!” you say, blushing a little at the unexpected compliment.  “Really, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a skirt. It’s really pretty..” he says, a little stain on his cheeks giving him an almost cherub like look and you giggle.  “Aww, you’re so sweet.” you say, fighting the urge to pinch his adorable face.  

“Did you forget about your work meeting?” you suddenly hear from behind you, startling you, then Minseok waves as he makes his way back to his desk.  You turn to see two dark eyes glaring at you and you frown as you tilt your head at the man you’d definitely not wanted to see the most.  Why is he glaring and frowning already? 

“We still have a few minutes before that starts, Yeosang. I was just talking to my coworker.  Is that not alright?” your tone is a bit more clipped than you mean it to be, but for some reason his comment and the look on his face has your good mood slipping through the cracks.  

“Just…let’s just get this over with.” he snaps and turns to head to his office, confusing you.  Besides the few times he’s pulled you in there, most meetings were in the conference room, but you just shrug and follow, rubbing your neck in frustration.  Why was he so angry? Did he regret things? Your brain races as you walk through his office door under his scrutinizing frown.  Closing the door behind him, he turns to you and crosses his arms.

“Where would you like to start?” you ask, sitting  on the loveseat you’ve become familiar with.  Crossing your legs, you watch his eyes scan you, dipping down, then back up to your face, his scowl deepening.  You just tap your pen against your notebook in confusion, not understanding why he looks so upset.  “Is something wrong?” you ask him, but he just sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as he makes his way to his desk.  

“No…yes…no…” he mutters and you can’t help but smirk a little at his odd answer.  “What’s going on? Is everything alright? It’s strange of you to be so-” “How would you know what is or isn’t strange for me?” he bites out, then turns his head from you as you sit in shock, busying himself with his computer. 

 “Um. Oh….” you say, folding in on yourself  a bit.  You feel a wave of irritation wash over you as tears prick at the back of your eyes.   “Right, so…” you clear your throat, then launch into work, going over edits and details he needs to know, then making sure he’s set up for the first part of the week.  You struggle to keep yourself focused and hope he will say something.  He only glances over occasionally, barely even looking at you as you verify your priorities for the day.  

Feeling suffocated and needing to get out of this office, you just stand and nod at him, concluding the meeting with just a, “Then.” He ignores you as you walk out, closing the door behind you.  Swallowing a few times as you press your hand to your chest, you put on your practiced smile and go back to your desk to get to work.  You’d deal with your confusion later, letting this affect your work was the last thing you should be doing.  

By the time lunch rolls around, you lean back and stretch, smiling at your coworkers as they make their way out, chatting and groaning about the busy afternoon to come.  “Hey, did you want to go get a coffee with me?” Minseok asks and you nod, “Oh god yes, that sounds like the perfect lunch!” Laughing, you both make your way out and you happen to catch a glimpse of Yeosang as he walks past you both, noticing that his mood doesn’t seem to have changed.  He doesn’t even seem to acknowledge your presence and you grit your teeth and just keep smiling.

The afternoon is just as crazy as you expect, managing to finish up just a little bit after everyone says goodbye for the night.  You happen to grab the elevator as it opens and make your way to the back, watching the last flood of people crowd in.  You glance down at your phone as you wait, then feel yourself get jostled to the back corner.  Someone bumps you pretty hard, causing you to stumble on your heels but then a strong hand is steadying you, an arm slipping around your waist. 

Immediately, you put your hands up to push against whoever is touching you, but when you glance up, you’re met with those dark, intense eyes.  Yeosang’s eyes.  The same glaring eyes from earlier, making you glare back at him. 

 Your hands are flat against his chest since there’s nowhere to go, and his body is extremely close to yours, but his face doesn’t change as he gazes at you.  He is pressed closer into you as more people get on, and you can’t help the hitch of breath that escapes your mouth as you feel his crotch press against your thigh. He adjusts as people around you move and you can feel his heart beating under your hand, then the bulge is hardening. 

 Your eyes flit up to his face again and the dark gaze is the same, but a small smile has crept across his lips. Your pulse racing, he watches you as he rubs himself against you, bringing heat into your cheeks.  He lets out a small little groan as he tips his head to brush his lips against your cheek and you shudder from the sensation.   Suddenly, his hand is slipping down and lifting the hem of your skirt, drawing out a gasp from you. 

 “Shhh…” he whispers next to your ear and you bite your lip as his warm hand skims across the bare flesh of your inner thigh. His strong fingers are brushing the sensitive skin, sliding up slowly to trace the seam of your panties.  Your once dry panties, but as he pushes them aside, you can feel yourself leaking your need for him all over his fingers as he touches you. 

 “Yeo-” you try to whisper, but he moves his body against yours as he breathes into your ear.  “Shhh…shhhh…” is all that leaves his lips as his fingers delve into you, two at once, and you’ve got his shirt in a death grip as you tremble in his arms.  He pushes your thighs open with his own, lifting your skirt more to grind against your naked thigh, his hips mimicking the same rhythm of his fingers.  “You like this?” he whispers softly and you quiver, biting your lip so hard to keep the sound from escaping.   

It takes everything in you not to make a noise, but the way your whole body shakes tells him everything.  He is panting softly in your ear, his fingers coated with your moisture as he finds the right pressure of his palm against your clit.  A small “Mmmm..” leaves his throat as he finally brushes against the spongy spot within you and you have to press your face against his chest, biting the side of your hand to keep the whimper in. “There…right there.. yeah?” his deep voice makes your legs feel like rubber as he fucks you with his agile fingers, his cock straining against his pants as he plunges into you faster.  Your head jerks back as you feel your body spasm, drawing in a sharp breath, but then his hand is covering your mouth to keep you quiet.  The sight of his lust filled dark eyes has you spiraling, grateful so many people are pressed in around you to hold you up.  

 “Cum..cum..cumm..” he’s whispering,  groaning as your walls clamp around his fingers, “Shhh ... .god yes ... .shhh…” he keeps murmuring.  Your head swims and you can feel your thighs dripping with the overpowering climax he’s just pulled out of you.  He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you as you quake against him, his erection throbbing, grinding into your thigh as he overstimulates you.  You look up at him, your lips parted, your face flushed and your eyes glazed and his own eyes flare crazily.  

He glances behind you both as people continue to get on and off, and noticing that no one is looking at either of you, he takes his hand off your mouth and replaces it with his own.  You can hear the whine from your throat as his tongue teases against yours.  “Garage, my car.” he whispers and you can only nod, completely shocked at the sudden turn of events and the insane thought that you just did this in a public place, your WORK. But the dampness between your thighs and the throbbing around the fingers he still has within you has you throwing caution to the wind.  

You have to reach down and grip his wrist as your legs shake, as he seems to have nested his fingers deep within you.  He seems content to just slowly move them, his thumb rubbing across your clit occasionally, seeming to enjoy the little spasm it gives your whole body.  “Stop.” you whisper and he chuckles, looking down at you.  “Should I?” he whispers back with a small smile and you can only shake your head no.  No, you didn’t want him to stop.  

Finally, the elevator makes it to the garage and he slips his fingers out of you as you watch everyone empty out, trying to fix your panties covertly.  He strides out ahead of you and you hesitate briefly, catching the door as it’s about to close as he turns to look back at you.  “Coming?” he asks, but the seductive smirk makes it sound so lewd and your breath catches.  

“Yeosang…what…where are you taking me?” you ask him, but he’s opening his passenger side for you, gesturing for you to get in.  “Really?” you raise an eyebrow at him and his eyes harden, and you get into the vehicle.  For some reason, his angry look has you wanting to obey him, but you also are more than curious to see what he’s going to do after that stunt in the elevator.  As he gets in the driver’s side, he closes and locks the doors, then glances around behind you through the windows.  

“Yeosang-” you manage but as he turns to look at you, the completely animalistic look on his face has you falling silent.  Swallowing hard, you can feel your heart pounding through your chest and you’re almost certain he can hear it too.  You try to look away from his ridiculously handsome face, but the throbbing pulse in his neck has you parched.  You manage to open your mouth briefly to ask again, but his tongue is there, seeking yours, his hand cupping the back of your head to hold you in place.  Not that you’d go anywhere, your tongue eagerly clashing with his, your hands in his hair.  

“Not here.” he murmurs, drawing back and leaving you almost in tears from need.  What was this? You think, frustrated even more so now than anywhere throughout the day.  “What? Where are we-” “Your place,” he says huskily, causing your whole body to shudder.  “Wait…I don’t understand…” you whisper, glancing at him, then looking out the window as he drives.  

“You don’t understand? What is it you don’t understand?” he asks, not looking away from the road.  “You.  I don’t understand anything about you.  Earlier you said-” “Do you not want me to take you home?” he asks, and you stifle the urge to scream.  Your head hurt from trying to figure him out.  Suddenly feeling extremely sensitive and emotional, you just lean back.  “Fine, Yeosang.  Take me home.”  you cross your arms, turning towards the window, feeling reality hit you.  

You kept letting him creep in and surprise you, and while that was wonderful while it lasted, nothing was ever clear.  Even your attempt to talk is met with resistance and you feel a small bit of shame from letting him just use you as he wished.  As you see your building, you turn to him and point, “Let me out here.” He turns to look at you, confused and you just glare at him.  “But-” “This is fine.” you bite out and he frowns as he slows down. “Okay..” he says, and before the car even stops, you are opening the door, not even saying a word before slamming it and walking off.  

You can hear him leaving behind you but you don’t bother looking as you open the doors and make your way into your building.  “Jerk.” you mutter and wipe at the stupid tears on your face.  Upon opening your apartment door, you kick your shoes off, yanking at your hair in frustration.  “What is so wrong about talking? Why is he angry one minute then he’s -” you blush as you remember his fingers deep inside of you, then you throw your head back and scream. 

 “DAMN YOU KANG YEOSANG!” 

The next day is no better, nor the day after that.  You have just given Yeosang the cold shoulder and you’d barely seen him given the busy state of the office. You’d opened your emails and had been reminded of a company party happening at the office this Saturday and you realized you’d have to go shopping for a dress.  You really didn’t want to go, but the whole office was buzzing about it and asking about who everyone was bringing and all the fun you’d all have.  You couldn’t help but get a little excited.  You just hated that you’d be going alone. 

 The little glimpses you’d seen of Yeosang had you running the other way.  Every time you could smell his scent, you were panicking and hiding.  The very few instances you had to interact, his eyes were unreadable and you did your best to avoid looking at him directly.  There hadn’t been any more elevator encounters.  Now you just had to concentrate on accepting that you’d be going to the party stag. 

That was, until Soobin happened to come by on Wednesday evening.  As he chatted with you, which was becoming a normal thing when you got home, you happened to mention the party.  “Oh that sounds like so much fun!” he exclaims and you shake your head.  “Ah, maybe I guess?  I got a really pretty dress and everything but everyone is bringing a date, so I feel awkward.”  “Really? How come no date?” he asks, eyeing the batch of cookies you’d made.  “Go ahead, eat them silly.  You don’t have to ask.” you say and his eyes light up, popping one into his mouth.  “As for the date, I guess I just…I don’t know.  I don’t have anyone to go with.” you shrug, and he perks up.  

“How about me?” he asks and you look at him in shock.  “You?” you cough out and he frowns as he chews another cookie.  “Why not?” His fallen expression makes you feel horrible and you put your hands up frantically.  “I didn’t mean anything bad! Soob, I’d love to take you, I suppose I’m just surprised you’d want to go with me.”  He shrugs and smiles, tilting his head.  “We’re friends and you always take care of me.” 

“You just want to meet your role model.” you poke his nose and he grins, “Well that helps too…I won’t lie.  I’d love to meet him.  BUT, I also don’t want you to go alone.  I have plenty of dress clothes, don’t worry!” he reassures you and you giggle.  “Soob, even if you went in a hoodie and jeans, I’d be honored.”  He just smiles happily and you both chat about the party and other random things.  

So when Friday rolls around and you’re making your way out of the station after a long day, you are shocked when you feel a hand on your arm to stop you.  Your heart stutters briefly, turning and expecting Yeosang but you’re faced with Minseok and your heart falls.  Irritated at thinking of the frustrating man, you smile at your co-worker. 

“Hey! I have a quick question, do you know any good places to take a girl on a date? Like coffee or anything?” The panic on his face has you biting back a smile and you pat his shoulder.  “Awww, are you going on a first date?”  He nods frantically, looking panicked and you can’t help but rub his arm to calm him.  “Here, there’s some really nice ones…”  you give him some random places as you watch his face relax, trying your best not to smile at how cute he is.  “Good luck,” you say to him once you send him the locations with a thumbs up  and he suddenly gives you a big hug, thanking you profusely as he runs off waving.

Giggling, you turn to see Yeosang parked at the curb, passenger window rolled down.  Your grin drops as you curl a lip at him.  His scowl was not inviting, so you turn to walk away before he calls out to you, “Get in.” Huffing, you turn back to look at him, giving him your own scowl.  “Excuse me?” you ask and he sighs, getting out of the car to come over to you.  “Please…let me give you a ride home.” he asks in a low tone and you close your eyes, but then decide that you’d rather this than the crowded bus.  

“Fine. But only because you asked instead of demanding it.” you say, eyeing him.  You catch him rolling his eyes but ignore it, getting in and fastening your seatbelt.  You immediately cross your arms and turn away like you had the last time.  Once he’s in, the silence seems to be oppressive as he stays in park, forcing you to turn towards him in irritation.  “Are we-” 

“Why are you being like this?” he asks and you can only gape at him.  “Being like what?” you choke out, completely taken aback at how he could ask that.  “You’ve been avoiding me and ignoring me.” he says and it’s your turn to roll your eyes.  “As opposed to the close friendship we have and how we talk ALL THE TIME??” you ask and he winces at the sarcasm.  

“You seem to be friendly enough with everyone else.” he says and you swear his words are laced with venom, confusing you.  “Am I not allowed to be nice to other people?” you can only stare at him incredulously. “You don’t seem to have an issue being nice to everyone else either.” you mutter.  You both just stare at each other, and the tense atmosphere has you wanting to shriek. He just shakes his head and shifts into gear, pulling away and heading towards your destination.  

Most of the ride is silent as you stare out the window, rubbing the back of your neck as you try to get rid of the foul mood you find yourself in.   “Are you going to the party tomorrow?” he asks suddenly, breaking through the quiet space.  “Yes.” is all you answer with and he nods, letting the silence settle in again.  After what seems like forever, you can see your building.  “Here is good.” you point and he nods, pulling up by the curb.  

“Hey-” he calls out as you open the door and you stop, turning to look at him.  The hesitant smile on his face has your heart melting and you curse yourself internally.  “See you tomorrow?” he asks softly and you can only nod as you try to calm your nerves.  “Yes…tomorrow.” you murmur and then you’re heading into your building, cursing your weak emotions, especially when it comes to that man. 

Soobin comes by later that night to solidify plans and you spend the evening trying to distract yourself from the thoughts racing through your brain.  What was with that guy, you think as you fold the same shirt for the fifth time.  You can only scowl at yourself for the distraction you’re causing yourself and decide to call it a night, sleeping fitfully.

Waking up in a mildly irritable mood from the broken sleep, you take your time getting out of bed.  Spending the first part of the day cleaning and checking your outfit and everything for later, you decide to finally shower and get ready in the early afternoon.  You’d purchased a really pretty mid thigh length black dress, long enough to be fairly modest but you thought it looked good on you and maybe even slightly sexy.  As you put the finishing touches on, earrings, makeup, you smile as you study your figure, wondering if he will notice…

“This dress is for me, not him.” you tell your reflection, then stick your tongue out, feeling silly.  “And my date.” You can’t help but wonder if Yeosang will bring a date as well, but then you’re brought to your senses as your doorbell rings and you grab your bag and shoes, opening it to Soobin.  He looks amazing, tall and sleek in a nice black suit.  His eyes widen as he takes you in, then he gives you a huge grin.  “Wow! You look amazing….wow…” he studies you and you can’t help but blush as you pose for him, making him laugh.  “My date is hot!” he winks.

“Thank you, kind sir.” you say, fluttering your eyelashes and you both giggle, then he’s taking your arm to escort you down.  “My lady,” he says in a ridiculous tone as he opens the door to the ride he’d ordered and you enjoy the little silliness as you both get in, telling him about your work on the way.  Once you arrive, his eyes light up as he takes in the building, helping you out of the taxi.  “Wow,” he whispers, “So cool.” You can only roll your eyes and you smack his arm.  “It’s just a building, Soobin.” you snicker at his overacting and he nods, smiling at you as he takes your hand in his.  

You look up at him as he pulls you forward to go inside.  “Holding hands now?” you ask, amused and he nods, squaring his shoulders.  “Of course, I’m your date and I’m going to be the best date, hand holding, attentiveness, the whole nine.” he proclaims, causing you to laugh loudly, covering your mouth.  “You’re doing so well, your efforts are commendable.” you nod and he laughs along with you as you make your way to your office.  

You know you’re a bit early but there seem to already be some people here, and you wave at Minseok as you spot him.  He beams at you happily, glancing around, then pointing at the woman next to him, giving you a thumbs up.  Ah, the coffee date, you think and grin at him, happy for his fortune.  You whisper about what happened to Soobin, explaining the first date and as you do, you happen to catch sight of Yeosang emerging from the elevator.  And he’s alone, you think in relief, then catch yourself in irritation.   

He looks amazing, you can’t help but think as you stop breathing for a moment.  His longish hair is swept back and styled nicely, his black pin striped suit fitted extremely well.  You have to struggle to swallow, mentioning to Soobin that you should both find a drink, so you can take your eyes off the ridiculously attractive man that keeps invading your mind.  

The company had catered the event and there were little tables everywhere with glasses of wine and champagne, as well as a small bar.  You go grab a glass of whatever is closest, what looks to be red wine and take a sip.  Soobin just shakes his head, smiling down at you.  “Nah, I don’t drink.  But please,” he gestures, “I’d love to see you have fun, so whatever you’d like.”  You nod and drag him over to meet your coworkers, introducing him to everyone and chatting, definitely not avoiding a certain someone.  Definitely not.    

Noticing that he’s deep into conversation with a few people, you place your hand on his arm and gesture to the restrooms, so he knows you didn’t abandon him.  He nods and you make your way to the girls room.  You stop, checking yourself in the mirror as you wash your hands and  finish up.  As you walk out, you find yourself glancing around, then catch yourself.  Idiot, you think, why are you looking for-

Thoughts are abruptly cut off as you feel a hand on your arm and you’re being spun around.  “What-” you start to yell, but then you’re looking up into familiar dark eyes, blazing at you.  Why does he always look angry at me?  Why just me? 

“Why must you always grab me like I’m some toy for you to play with?!” you hiss at him before you can stop yourself.  His eyes go wide and he lets you go in shock, stepping back.  You both just look at each other in silence as you gather your thoughts.  “Well?” you ask, crossing your arms at him.  “I-” he starts, glancing away, then back at you, then away again.  

“I just wanted to say hello.” he finally says and you sigh, taking a moment to breathe.  “Yeosang…you could try talking to me like a normal person.” He just frowns at you and you cock your eyebrow at him. “Hello, Yeosang.  Nice to see you.” you say, holding out your hand and he just stares at you, seeming to be upset for some reason.  

“If that’s all…” you say, walking away, waving to Soobin when he waves to you, making his way over.  “You-” Yeosang is saying as he walks up behind you, but then Soobin is there, placing a hand on your back as he smiles brightly at Yeosang.  Turning, you remember that Soobin had mostly come for Yeosang so you try to be cheery as you smile at the grouchy man.  Trying to smile, you gesture to your date.

“Oh- Yeosang, I wanted you to meet Soobin.  He said he actually went to the same University as you.” Soobin holds out his hand and Yeosang frowns as he clasps it with his own.  “Did we?” he asks, his eyes flicking to you, then back to Soobin.  “You were a year ahead, but you always made an impact on me and all of the other idol trainees.  I just wanted to let you know how much we look up to you and inspired us." He is gushing already and you can’t help but smile up at him, unable to not giggle a bit at how much of an eager puppy he is.  

Yeosang’s eyes draw yours, his eyes unreadable as he listens to Soobin and you can see he’s clearly unhappy with you, but when he looks back at the younger man, he’s smiling and chatting nicely.  Why does he dislike me so much, but then he… you just shake your head, trying to nod along with the conversation.  Noticing they are both caught up with their college talk, you look around.  

You wander off as you notice some other coworkers nearby, leaving the two to reminisce about their university days.  You grab another glass as you go, thinking it might help the anxiety youve got simmering below the surface.  Every single time you had an interaction with Yeosang, it left you feeling confused among a myriad of other emotions.  If it was just hatred, it might be easier but…..Downing the bubbly liquid, you replace it with another full glass and take a large sip.  Oh, should probably slow down…you think, hiccuping from drinking the carbonated drink too fast.  

You glance over at the two men, walking back over to make sure Soobin didn’t feel like you’d abandoned him at a party you brought him to.  Slipping your hand into his, he looks down at you and smiles, squeezing your palm.  Turning to Yeosang you can’t help but notice his scowl has returned with your appearance and you sigh inwardly.  It really was just you who bothered him.  

“Soob-'' you say, but then you hiccup again and pat your chest, giving him a big smile and a giggle.  “Drank champagne too fast, ouch.” you say, and his smile dips a bit, his hand dropping yours to rub your back.  “Are you alright?” he asks, concerned and you just nod, waving your hand.  “Yeah just…too fast, so bubbly!” Soobin smiles in apology at Yeosang, who is frowning at you, and looking back and forth between you both.  You resist the urge to sneer at him as his eyes seem to blaze at you, his jaw clenching.  

“Oh-” Soobin startles and you look up at him as he takes his phone out.  “Are you going to be alright if I take this?” he asks, showing you the phone.  “Of course, silly!” you say, shooing him off and he smiles, mouthing a thank you as he walks  away.  

“How do you two know each other?” Yeosang asks bluntly, and you glance over at him just to see his judging eyes.  “None of your business.” you answer and look around for another drink.  As you grab one, Yeosang plucks  it out of your hand and sets it back down.  “Excuse me?” you choke out, shocked.  

“You’ve already had three drinks in a short period of time.” he states and you sigh, rolling your eyes.  “What are you, stalking me?” you ask, poking him and he looks down at your finger then back at you.  “Perhaps.”  is all he responds with and you scrunch your face at him, sneering almost comically.  His lip twitches and you realize that he almost smiled.  

“Oh!” you point, pretending to gasp and he looks away.  “You..you …was that a smile???” “How do you know him?” he asks again, making you want to scream, but you just turn to walk away.  He follows and you wrinkle your nose at him, grabbing another drink as you wind your way through people, walking into the hallway that leads to another area.  The drink is pulled from your hands again as he catches up with you and you hiss at him, “Will you stop, am I not allowed to enjoy myself?”  he sets the drink to the side and pushes you around a corner where it’s quieter, backing you into a wall, his hand on the wall beside you.

“Really? Isn’t this a bit much?” you eye his arm, then him, crossing your arms to give him an exasperated look.  “Is he your boyfriend?” Yeosang spits out, and you stand a little taller as you uncross your arms, placing your hands on his chest to push him back, but he doesn’t budge.  “It’s none of your business if he is or isn’t.” you snap back and his eyes flare, causing a small shiver of fear to run through you at the pure rage in them.  

“The fuck it isn’t.” he growls, pushing closer to you despite your hands straining against him.  “You don’t own me, Yeosang.  Just because you play with me when it suits you doesn’t mean I’m your property!” you try your best not to yell, but his proximity and your emotions are starting to affect you more than you’d like.  “Who the fuck says I’m playing with you?” he asks, bringing his face closer to yours.  

“Who says you’re not? You don’t-” you're cut off as your phone starts to ring, and you almost sigh in relief, reaching to grab it.  Yeosang clutches your hand as you pull it out and you look back up at him.  “Finish what you were going to say.” he whispers but you hit answer and bring the phone to your ear.  “Hi Soobin…. Yes, sorry just wandered off, I’ll be right there.” you say without ever looking away from Yeosang’s dark, angry eyes.  Hanging up, you frown at the irritating man.

“If you want the answer, you can ask me when I’m not on my DATE.” You duck under his arm and make your way back to the party, grabbing the glass he’d taken from you and going to find Soobin.  At this point, you don’t even want to drink, putting it down as a headache creeps into your temples.

After finding him and mingling a bit more, you find yourself catching Yeosang’s gaze occasionally and you rub the back of your neck in frustration.  “Hey Soobin…I…would you be upset if I said I wanted to leave?” you ask and he immediately puts an arm around you and leans down to whisper in your ear, “No, not at all, I kinda was getting tired too…are you alright?” he asks in concern, eyeing you.  Feeling a bit wobbly, you curse yourself for drinking at all.  

“Yeah…just a bit of a headache.  You were right about drinking too fast, I think I’m a little tipsy and it’s not good tipsy.” you pout and he nods, leading you over to the elevators.  “You didn’t need to say goodbye to anyone?” he asks as the doors open and you shake your head.  “Nah, I don’t want to ruin anyone’s time.  Did you enjoy yourself?” you ask as the doors start to close but then they open back up and you frown as Yeosang joins you both in the lift.  

“Leaving too?” he asks, hitting the button for the garage and you can’t help but roll your eyes.  “Yes, she’s not feeling so good so we’re going to call it a night.” Soobin answers and Yeosang’s eyes soften a bit as he takes in your face.  “Did you drive?” Yeosang asks.  “No, taxi…oh yeah I should-” Soobin starts to pull out his phone, but Yeosang holds up his keys.  “I’ll drive you back. No need to bother with a taxi.” 

 There goes the thought of getting away from him, you think, ignoring the conversation.  “Are you sure? If it’s out of your way-” “It’s not, I’d feel better if I got my coworker and her date home safely.” he says, and you snap your head back to catch the flint in his eyes at the words.  “Such a nice guy.” you say, and Soobin agrees, not catching the underlying sarcasm or the look that passes between you and Yeosang.  

You do your best as you make your way to the car when the elevator doors open, immediately climbing into the back.  During the ride, you just rub your head and look out the window, not even registering the conversation in the front seat as you lose yourself in your thoughts.  Unfortunately, they just bounce from why Yeosang hates you to why he even touched you to begin with if he does, to why he’s so angry about you having a date.  The ideas are conflicting and it just makes your head throb even more. Nothing makes any sense to you and you just want to be in your apartment curled up alone.

As the car pulls up in front of the building, you toss open the door and immediately get out to head towards your building.  You can hear Soobin saying goodbyes behind you and you rub your aching chest, picking up your pace but you’d forgotten you’d worn heels.  You stumble and cry out as your ankle twists, causing you to fall and scrape the palms of your hands and your knees.  You don’t even bother trying to get back up as you feel tears well up in your eyes.  

“Fucking night…fucking weekend…” you curse and wipe your face before you notice your hand is bleeding, causing you to curse again.  “Damn it!” you yell and then Soobin is beside you, his hand on your arm. “Oh my god, are you ok?” he’s asking, tilting your face up and frowning as he watches you cry.  “You’ve got blood on your face, oh my god-” he says, but then he looks up behind you and you feel yourself being lifted into a pair of strong arms. 

“I’ve got her.” you hear Yeosang’s deep, rich voice and just close your eyes in complete embarrassment.  Of course this would happen in front of these two, Soobin being always so caring, and Yeosang ...well…. You really didn’t need to give him another reason to despise you.

 Now here you are, worrying your poor neighbor and Yeosang is probably pissed off, you think, opening your eyes to look up at him.  Instead of contempt though, his eyes are full of worry, and when he glances down as you get into the lobby then the elevator up, his eyes grow even more worried as he looks closely at your face.  

“Can this thing go any faster?” he grits his teeth, panic in his voice.  Soobin, who is bouncing around in concern, takes your hand to look at it under the light.  “You guys, its fine, I just scraped my-” “Shh, it’s alright,” Soobin whispers, smoothing your hair as he pets you.  “Can you get her keys?” Yeosang asks and Soobin nods, opening the bag he’d probably grabbed where you’d fallen.   “I’m fine.” you sniffle out but Yeosang gives you a look, just saying, “Hush.”  

You just bury your face in his chest and hope this humiliating night will end soon.  Finally off the elevator, you can hear Soobin opening your door.  You finally glance up at both of them when Yeosang stops.  “It’s fine, I can take care of her, don’t worry.” He says and Soobin hesitates, looking at you, then Yeosang, then back at you.  “I’m really alright…I’m so sorry Soob.” He just smiles sadly and sighs, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to catch you.” You laugh with a little sniffle, feeling bad. “Silly, it’s my fault…I’m not the best date…” you just smile weakly.  

“Here, take your keys.  Don’t leave them in the door like last time, where anyone can come in.  Ugh…you need to be more careful!” he scolds and you just nod as Yeosang carries you into your apartment, closing the door then setting you down gently.  He kneels to help you take your shoes off as the lights turn on.  You watch him as he slips his hand up your leg to look at the wounds on your knees, his eyes flicking up to you.  “You’re so troublesome.” he says softly, then he’s sweeping you back up in his arms.  “I can walk-” 

“Quiet.” he says, bringing you into the living room area to set you down on the couch.  “Where is your first aid kit?” he asks and you point, “Closet, third shelf.”  He nods and goes to retrieve it, giving you a moment to collect yourself.  You wipe your face again, and he’s tching at you as he comes back.  He pulls your hand away as he sits. “Stop doing that, you’re getting more blood on your face.  I thought you’d landed on it and cut your cheek.”

“I’m fine really, I just-” “Will you just let me?” he asks, exasperated and you bite your lip, holding your other hand out to let him clean up and treat your wounds.  You just watch him in silence, noticing the way his harsh words are completely opposite from the delicate way he’s dabbing at the cuts, the way his hand skims the skin on your leg as he administers care to your bleeding knees.  

“Finish what you were going to say earlier.” he says suddenly, not looking up as he bandages you.  “What…?” you ask, confused, then he’s staring up at you.  His eyes aren’t hard this time, and it catches you off guard.  He moves to sit beside you on the couch, taking a clean wet cloth to wipe at your cheek where you’d smeared the blood from your hand.  

“Why do you think I’m playing with you?”  he asks softly, setting the cloth to the side, then cupping your cheek in his hand.  “Your date is over, so now I can ask.” You can only look at him, trying to collect your thoughts as his thumb traces your cheek, skimming along the bottom of your eye as he collects the little tear threatening to spill out.  

“Because of this.” you whisper in a shaking voice, causing him to wrinkle his brow in confusion.  “This?” he asks and you nod, your lip trembling.  “You do this-you-you-you touch me and act so kind-” you say, trying to stay calm but your breath is hitching as your frustration threatens to strangle you.  “Shh…calm down, it’s ok…” he is pulling you to him and you close your eyes to try to gather yourself.  “Do you not want me to act kind?” he whispers, pulling back and tilting your head up to look at him.  

“I do…I want you to and that’s the problem.” you choke out and he shakes his head, not understanding.  Frustrated, you choke out, “You hate me-” “I don’t.” “Then why didn’t you ever text or call me after you left last weekend?  Why did you act so angry when I saw you again? Did you regret what happened in- with…that-” you gesture to the kitchen, a blush creeping into your cheeks.  

“No! No, of course I don’t regret that…” he whispers, his eyes growing concerned.  “You looked at me like you hated me, then you- the - in the elevator-” you manage and his eyes flash hungrily at the thought.  “You wouldn’t tell me what was going on, I was so confused.. .. You are angry at me, then you touch me and I - I…I hate that you do this to me and you don’t even like me!” you say, the tears flowing freely now.  

“You were upset because I didn’t text you or talk to you after?” he asks and you glare at him.  “No…yes……maybe…I don’t know!” you say, pulling away from him and standing up, wanting some distance.  “I can explain that.” he says, getting up to follow you as you make your way into your room.  “Can you explain why you did-that-here and then were all pissy with me at work Monday?” you say, turning on him and making him draw up short.  

“Yes.” he responds and you gesture to him, hands on your hips.  “Go ahead then, explain it.”  you cross your arms and he stares at you momentarily before saying simply, “My phone broke when I went into work that night.  It’s still in the shop, I haven’t had it all week.  That’s why I didn’t…couldn’t contact you.” 

“Oh…well that still doesn’t explain why-” 

“I was jealous.” he cuts you off, shocking you into silence.

 “What?” you ask, completely confused.  “Jealous? Of what?” He frowns at you, his eyes raking in your form from head to toe before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him.  “That skirt you wore…how other men looked at you, other men calling you pretty…watching men hug you….touch even your hand….I hated it.” he whispers, his fingers cupping the back of your head as he looks at you.  “Why would you hate that?”  you ask him and he sighs softly.  “I don’t want anyone else to look at you, isn’t that obvious?” 

“No…it’s not even remotely obvious, at least to me.” you respond and he frowns.  “You honestly think I dislike you?” You can only nod at him and he presses his lips softly to yours.  “Do you dislike me?” he asks and when you hesitate, brows draw together in concern.  “It’s too dangerous.” you manage, trying to pull away, but he won’t let you.  “The last time I told you I liked you, you humiliated me and told me I was disgusting.  How-Why-” you stop, trembling at the memory.  Confusion, then realization crosses his features as he studies your face.  

“In high school?” he asks, his eyes wide.  You can only nod, swallowing to try to keep the tears at bay.  He just blinks at you, his face registering a variety of emotions.  “When you…when you told me..?” you finally succeed in pushing him away, turning to go find your pajamas, not wanting to relive it.  

“Forget it, just-” 

“When you told me you liked me then, was that true?” he asks, his face completely serious.  

Snorting out a laugh, you just throw him a snide look.  “What, are you going to rub it in again? Make me feel horrible? Thanks, I don’t need that again messing my head up.”

 “You really liked me?” he asks yet again and you slam the drawer shut as you pull out something comfy nightshirt.  “YES, YEOSANG! Fuck- who the hell confesses feelings if THEY DON’T LIKE THE PERSON? What is your-?” but his mouth is on yours, his hands pulling your pjs out of your arms, pushing you back to the wall before you can even blink. 

You push against him, causing him to draw back, noticing that his eyes are filled with…something you don’t understand.  Concern? He looks upset and you don’t know why.  “Why are you acting like this? Like you don’t know? Like you didn’t know and just wanted to make fun of me?” He only shakes his head, dropping his forehead down to yours.  “I didn’t know.” 

“Liar.” you say, but are unable to push him away.  “Your friend-she told me you were going to mess with me because of my feelings….” he says softly and you huff.  “Yeah…friend? You mean the friend I told all my feelings to, that friend that I told how I was going to confess to you? The friend who stopped speaking to me afterwards and you DATED? That friend?!” You shove him now, memories tearing at the scars.  He winces at your words but you just shake your head.  “I’m changing.” you bite out, gesturing for him to leave.  He crosses his arms, leaning back against the wall.  “Go ahead,” he says.  You turn to glare at him but he only shrugs.  

“You realize I’ve had my face in your-” “OK! FINE.” you yell, blushing at his words. You wiggle out of the dress and toss it at him, turning around. “Who cares, right? I don’t care, it doesn’t matter at all, nope-” Your voice is shrill but you just can’t seem to control it right at the moment.

 “I can explain,” he says calmly, slipping his arms around from behind you, his mouth on your ear.  “Then try to explain.” you say, unable to stop yourself from leaning back into him as he presses against you.  “You’re angry.” he whispers the statement, and you almost scream at the comment.  

“You’re goddamn right I’m angry! Fuck, Yeosang, you make me livid!” you say, spinning in his arms to glare up at him and he just watches you as he holds you.  “I’m standing here in my own fucking bedroom, in my fucking underwear, swearing and pissed off cause you just HAVE to bring up all these ancient fucking-” 

“You’re so fucking hot right now-” he says, then his lips are claiming yours, hoisting your half naked body up against him.  The moan that escapes your throat has you even more angry, but you give in for a moment, letting lust take over.  His kiss makes your head swim and you can’t help but bite his lower lip, but he only presses his body more firmly into yours, his growing arousal very apparent against your lower stomach.  

You grab his hair in your hand and yank it, and he groans as his hands slip down and cup your ass.  “Fucking masochist.” you bite out against his mouth and he laughs softly, nipping your lips.  He backs you up to your bed, but you fight him a bit, not willing to give up ground just yet.  “Can I explain?” he asks, smoothing your hair as he pets you.  “If you think you can.” you counter and he nods, serious now, but not letting you out of his embrace.  

“Your…so called “friend”...she came to me to tell me you were going to ‘confess’ to me but it was just to play with my feelings.” he says, watching your face.  You frown at him, confused.  “Play with your feelings? Why…?”

 “I liked you.” he whispers, his eyes staring off for a moment as if remembering.  “I had it bad for you…so bad.” he sighs, shaking his head.  “She told me…that you liked to play with guys, even showed me some conversations you’d had.  I ….  I guess looking back it was likely fake.” You can only nod as you listen, certain events tickling your memories.  There was a possibility he was telling the truth.  

“I was angry.  Angry, stupid, young, prideful, and…I was hurt.” he says, shaking his head.  “It’s not an excuse for what I said to you, I just…I just want to explain what I thought I knew.  I’m so sorry.” he says, cupping your face, wiping away a tear as you remember with him.

 “When you cried in front of me and ran off…I thought you were just embarrassed that your plan didn’t work.”  he frowns as he looks at you, shaking his head even more.  “I didn’t know… I was so angry at you-....I thought you knew I liked you and-” he stops, and you can feel him shake a little as he holds you.  “I hurt you. I didn’t know…like an idiot, I …” he just blinks at you and you study his face.

“You’re serious.”  you say, and he nods as he looks away, not wanting to meet your eyes now.  “Why did you date her?” you ask, curious.  “She…I thought she was the nice one and I was wrong about you the whole time….we didn’t last long.” he says softly, grimacing.  “She wasn’t very nice after all.” he just says and you nod.  “Yeah, I got that clear as day, ….it actually makes a lot more sense now.” you sigh. “She always was the one asking about little details, wanting to talk about you…”  

You just frown, realizing you’d both completely been misled. Feeling the need to explain as well, you admit,  “I went to college shortly after that, since we graduated, and I made sure I found out where you were going so I didn’t go there.” you tell him and he looks back at you in surprise.

“What?” His eyes look sad now and you feel a pang in your heart about what might have been.  Tamping down on that, you just nod, tucking his hair behind his ear.  “You were my first love and you’d crushed me.  Of course I wanted to avoid you. I never wanted to see you again.” you say and he blinks up at you.  “I was your first love?” he asks, and you pull away, feeling overwhelmed. 

“Stop running from me.” 

“I’m not running, Yeosang.”

“You are. Don’t pull away from me anymore.”

You grab his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you, making his eyes go wide.  “You want me to tell you how I feel? You were my first love and my first heartbreak and I couldn’t even like anyone else because of you, you asshole.” you say into his face as you hold it.  “I despised you, hated you, I never wanted to see your face again.  I never had a boyfriend in college, I never kissed anyone, I avoided men like the plague. I just was hoping to finally get past it.”

“Then I get a job here and who is right in my face when I start? You.  Kang Yeosang.  THE MAN WHO BROKE MY GODDAMN HEART.”  You finally let go, turning to walk away and this time he doesn’t stop you, just watches you go grab your pajamas.  Yanking the shirt over your head, you turn and take a step back as he approaches you.  “Please don’t play with me….I can’t-” you whimper as he pulls you to him.  “I’m not playing with you, I promise.” he whispers, his lips on your cheek.  

“You’re not?” you ask and he just presses his mouth to yours. He just hums against your lips, his tongue running along the seam so you open to him.  Finding yourself warming to the idea that he might actually be for real, you wrap your arms around his neck, letting your tongue seek his out.  

 “Are you dating that guy, Soobin?” he asks abruptly, breaking the kiss and you can’t help but snort out a laugh.  “No…what the fuck…do you think I’d be doing thiings with you if I was dating-” 

“Why were his hands on you?” he growls out and you tilt your head at him.  “Is that why I was getting death glares?” you ask and he nods, lip curling.  “He was holding your hand, touching your back, your face, your hair.  His hands…I wanted to break them…” he hisses and you can’t help but giggle.  

“It’s funny? This is funny to you?” his eyes flash and you bite your lips.  “Kinda…” you say and he lifts you in one swift motion, tossing you onto the bed as you yelp.  “Yeosang!”  he pulls off his jacket and shirt quickly, then he’s crawling on top of you, pinning you down.  “You want me to break some poor boy's hands?” he asks and your eyes go wide.  “Heavens no, ….poor Soob.” You pout up at him and he wrinkles his nose.  “Soob? Don’t say another man’s name in front of me, let alone a nickname you have for him.” he demands and you feel the sudden urge to poke the lion.  

“Oh…. then I shouldn’t bring up the other tall men that are always over-” his growl paired with his weight between your legs  as he shoves his tongue into your mouth silences you and you wrap your arms around his neck.  His frantic, needy kiss softens gradually, and you feel like you’re melting as you run your fingers through the strands of his hair.   “You were mine too…” you hear him whisper between kisses, then he’s nuzzling you as he pulls back to hover over you.  “Hm?”

“You were my first love.” he says more clearly, his eyes wandering over your face.  “I wish I’d believed you…that I-we could have…if only-” “Shut up.” you tell him and his eyes go wide.  “You deserve that.” you glare at him and he just nods at you, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.  He lets himself fall beside you, pulling you to him so you’re curled up facing each other, side by side.  

“I do.” he whispers, planting kisses along your jaw.  “First love. Sounds so stupid.” you murmur and he nods.  “It does.” He pulls your leg up over his thigh, hand sliding up your bare skin. “Idiot high school kids.” you whisper as his touch makes you shiver.  “Mmm idiots…” he mutters, nuzzling your neck and you can’t help but giggle at him.  “Are you just going to agree with everything I say now?” He pulls back to look at you with a completely serious face.  “Maybe.” is all he says and you throw your head back to laugh loudly.  

“And here I thought you liked me angry…” you tease and a thrill washes over you as his eyes darken.  “Do you want me to get angry with you?” you ask him, and his breathing deepens as he watches you with hooded eyes.  “I want to push you away when I’m angry.” you state attempting to do exactly that, but his hands are gripping you tightly.  “I won’t let you.” he tells you, tilting his head and letting his lips hover over yours.  The sensation of his breath on your lips has your throat dry and you whisper huskily, “Do you realize how wet you’re making me right now?” before you can stop yourself.  

The sound that escapes his throat has you already pulsing, drenching your panties even more.  His mouth tries to claim yours, but you draw back just enough to deter him.  His hand slips down your back, his strong fingers digging into your ass as he holds you against him, his erection against your panties as he grinds himself into you.  “I want to feel you…see you…how hard you are…” you whisper and he whimpers against your lips, his cock throbbing against you. 

 “Do you want to feel how soaking wet I am for you?” you ask boldly, even as your cheeks heat up from your impulsiveness.  “Yes, fuck…please…” he begs and you run your hands over his bare chest, your palms skimming over his nipples, causing him to shudder.  Dipping your hand between your bodies, you unbutton his pants as you run your tongue over his bottom lip.  One of his hands is pulling your nightshirt up, fingers unhooking your bra desperately.  

 “Do you want me?” you ask him and he hums against your mouth, both of you playing this game now.  Lips barely touching, teasing at each other as you grow bolder with every statement, each question.  “I want you so, so much…” he groans, and you let one of your hands slip down, unbuttoning his pants, tugging the zipper down as he draws back to look down at what you’re doing.  His panting increases as you slip your hand into the opening, your fingers slowly taking in his full length through the fabric of his underwear.  

“I want to touch you…” you breathe out, letting your hand delve down to cup him fully and he lets out a long moan.  “I want to feel everything…” you murmur, both of you watching as you pull down the material between you and him.  He takes his hands off you long enough to quickly shove his pants and underwear down, then he’s yanking your nightshirt over your head with your bra.  

Your hands immediately reach for him, one slipping down to cup his sack, the other wrapping around the base of his cock.  The noises coming from him encourage you as you stroke upwards, your eyes taking in his naked body, then flicking up to watch his face contort in pleasure.  Letting your thumb run over the tip, you can’t help but gasp as the wetness leaks from him.  His hand is gripping your ass tightly, as if he’s holding on for dear life, his hips jerking a little as you guide your hand back down.  “I want to make you feel like you make me feel….” you tell him and his head jerks up at your words.  He finally gives in and takes your mouth with his, tiny whines coming from his throat as you gently knead his sensitive balls.  

“Can you…cum like this?” you ask between kisses and the choked laugh he lets out has you pulling back from his mouth.  His words are clipped as  he says, “It’s taking- everything I have NOT to cum right now- FUCK-” The way his voice is shaking, the vein in his neck standing out has you trembling in excitement, feeling powerful.  “Yeosang…I want you so deep inside of me…” you whisper and he shudders, the hand on your ass grabbing ahold of your panties.  

You let out a shocked yelp as he just tears them with a yank, throwing the useless garment aside as he pulls your hand from him.  His mouth swallows your whine at the motion, but then he’s pressing against you, his hand cupping your naked breast.  “You’re fucking killing me-” he growls, his arm around your waist tightening, then he’s rolling on his back.  You straddle him as he lifts his hips, grinding  himself against your aching core. His eyes close at the sensation of your heat against him and he lets out a tiny little whine as you slide along him, your moisture coating the underside of his length.  

“Fuck…don’t stop doing that…” he murmurs, grabbing your hips to urge you on. “I need you so much…Yeosang….I…” you moan, gasping as he opens his eyes to look up at you.  It almost undoes you, the lust, the need swirling in his intense depths.  The emotion that washes over you threatens to suffocate, almost smothering you.  Mixed with the intensity of his physical touch, you find yourself shaking from how vulnerable you feel with him.

“I don’t want to be just someone you mess around with.” you whisper in his ear. You lift yourself, placing your hands on his chest so you can look down at him.  “I can get that anywhere…I can find someone else-” The way his eyes darken has you halting your words as he sits up, yanking you against him.  Grabbing the back of your neck, he pulls your face to his. “Noone else can touch you.” he growls against your mouth, his angry, jealous eyes searching yours.  “Promise me.” he demands and you frown even as you moan from his touch.  

“Yeosang…then what am I to you? Tell me-” “You’re mine.  MINE.” he nips your lip, his tongue following up the bite.  “Does that mean you're mine as well?” you ask him softly, and his eyes seem to intensify even more as you move against him.  His fingers dig into your asscheek as he lifts you, his breathing ragged as he positions you over his cock.  You grab onto his shoulders as you slowly lower yourself, feeling his body shake under you as you stretch around him.  You can’t keep the soft cries from escaping as he stretches you, letting you take your time to sink down onto him.  

“Are you? Are you mine, Yeosang?” your voice shakes as you repeat the question and he moans as you seat yourself completely on him.  “Yes, fuck yes, I’m yours.” his husky voice manages and you quiver at the ache of how deep he’s buried inside of you.  “Mine,” you whisper into his ear.  The rumble of desire from his chest as you rise then fall onto him, slowly rolling your hips to test what feels good, has you already pulsing around him.  “You feel-oh god…you feel so good- I can’t even think-” he stammers as you roll your hips to see how he responds. His hands clench on your hips as he bites his lip, and you just watch his gorgeous face as you try to control your emotions. 

“Yeosang…” you whisper shakily and he tips his head back to watch you, taking you in as you ride him slowly.  “Beautiful…...” he whispers back, hand splaying over your back as his mouth captures your nipple.  The cry you let out has him sucking a little harder, drawing out a yelp at the sting.  Your fingernails dig into his shoulders as he gives the same treatment to the other stiff bud and you increase the pace, trying to quench the burning need deep within your womb.  

“Oh god…oh god…feels…feels-so….” you cry out, quickening your pace, the wet sound of your bodies meeting intensifies your pleasure.  “Yeah?... You like it? ….You like- riding my cock?” he rasps out and you cry out in response, his dark eyes not leaving you as you hold onto him, riding him harder and faster with every word he says.  “Love it…oh god-you’re going- ..t-tt-to…make me….oh -oh.” you shudder, your walls fluttering around him and he bites his lip as he watches you.  “That’s it-fuck…oh fuck…come around my cock…that’s it…that’s it..come…come- come for me….” he is urging you, and you scream out his name as his voice tips you over the edge.  

You clench around him tightly, your whole body spasming as you arch back and he has to hold onto you to steady you as you quake from the impact of the orgasm.  Before you’re even through it, he flips you over quickly, not even slipping out of you as he continues to thrust into you.  “Oh god oh fuck!” you scream, holding onto him desperately as he starts to control the pace.  “Fuck, I..I want to be gentle…but …fuck-I don’t know- if-” his voice is shaking and you grasp his hair in your fingers, tugging it harshly as you look up at him.  

“You said I’m yours-” you manage around the intensity of the way he’s plunging into you, “make me …yours-fuck me, Yeosang!” The whimper this statement extracts from him encourages you, and you can’t help but urge him on.  “Y-your cock feels so good-oh-! F-f-fuck me…make me feel it- t-t-tomorrow-make it so I ACHE when you’re not-h-here–” his whines and moans are mixing with your words as he drops down on you, pinning one of your arms as he yanks your leg up to drive himself deeper.  

“So tight-” he moans out, droplets of sweat beading on his forehead as he looks down between you, to where your bodies meet, to watch himself pound into you. You push the strands of hair hanging down back on his forehead and lean up to bring your mouth to his, swallowing his moans with your own.  You’re both sweaty, messy, the noises coming from both of you are completely animalistic at this point.  

You can only hold onto him and shake as he controls the pace, and you know he’s getting close as his whole body starts to jerk and occasionally lose the steady rhythm he’s set. You can feel your own climax creeping up, the tight sensation in your abdomen threatening to snap at any moment.  “Cum- cum …inside-” you manage between your cries and he grits his teeth as you shake beneath him. His moans turn to cries as he watches you, your lips parted as you squeeze your eyes shut and your back arches.  “Oh god oh god oh god-” you start to scream out over and over, soaking him as you clamp like a vise around him.  “Cum with me-oh please-Yeosang! PLEASE -YEOSANG!” you beg and he lets out a deep groan as his body jerks, his hips thrusting him deep within you.  You can feel the flood of his seed filling you as he pulls out slightly just to slam back into you.

“Ah fuck-f-f-fffuck-” he whines as you wrap your legs around him and tip your hips, making sure to hold him inside of you.  You lift your hips and drop them, then lift again and his eyes fly open as he gasps.  “Oh -f-f-” he shudders, and before you can do it again his lips capture yours for a deep, slow kiss.  You let your hips fall and your legs relax, falling to either side of him.  

His breathing is heavy as he nuzzles into your neck, his body relaxing into yours and you wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back as you both catch your breath. You let out a small whine as he withdraws from you, but then he’s pulling you right back into his arms as he pulls up the covers over you both.  “Mm…” he just murmurs as he presses his lips to your head, and you look up at him sleepily.  

“Is it alright if I stay the night?” he asks you, and you frown at him.  “No.  Please leave.” he just blinks at you as you bite your lips, trying not to laugh.  “Okay.” he says, going to sit up, but you grab him and quickly pull him back, a smirk on his face.  “Jerk, you win this time.” you mumble, and he chuckles as he lets you curl back into him.  “Of course you can stay.” you tell him, looking up at him as he holds you.  

“Yes.” he says, and you give him an odd look, confused.  “Yes?” you ask and he nods, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose.  “Before you even ask, yes.  Yes, I meant everything I said.”  He brushes your hair back and presses a kiss to your lips.  “I don’t want you to worry for a moment about that.”  The relief that washes over you at him telling you that has you tearing up, and you duck your head into his neck to try to cover it.  

“Hey….” he whispers, pulling back, tipping your head up.  “Hey…shhh it’s alright.”  “Ugh…sorry, I don’t know what-” you sniffle, trying to laugh but he’s glaring down at you, quieting you.  “Don’t you dare apologize…tonight was…a lot.  For both of us.” he sighs, his leg slipping between yours as you both wrap around each other.  “Let’s sleep for now…in the morning we can talk, or we can do whatever you want.” 

Totally worn out from the events of the evening, you let your eyelids droop as his voice continues, but you just hear the steady beat of his heart against your ear as he holds you, drifting off to a deep sleep.  

Summer was over and new classes were about to begin. Returning to your normal routine wasn’t too hard, you had done it before. Your friends were the same, your dorm was the same, although your roommates were new, and the classes all felt as usual. Nothing special was happening at all. Of course, it would’ve been nice if something were to happen, anything really. Just something that would make life this year a bit different than last year. Maybe you should drop a class and pick up something that has nothing to do with your goal, perhaps cults would be fun to study for a term or two? 

Nothing was wrong, it was just so very…boring. 

“A back-to-class party?” Not a terrible idea, you reasoned when your new roommates asked if you wanted to come along to the park that first weekend back at campus. 

It could be horrible, but at least it would mean that something would happen other than studying or watching movies with your new, and so far reasonable, roommates. It had been a while since you had been with anyone too. Maybe this party was the perfect opportunity to find someone a bit attractive to hook up with. The one from last year had ended up getting into a relationship during the summer - rather annoying, because he really wasn’t that bad in bed. 

You needed orgasms to get through the school year, and so you went to the party. Dressed up from head to toe, in clothes that hugged your ass and glitter in your hair, hoping that the outfit would be enough to gain someone’s attention. 

Your mission was… sort of successful. It did attract tons of people, some really attractive people, and some incredibly sleazy and creepy people.

You regretted coming after about two hours of nonstop socializing with other students which led absolutely nowhere. Nobody grabbed your attention, everyone fit perfectly into the little presaved folders in your head. It was so predictable, so incredibly boring. 

“Should we just give up?” You shouted to one of your new roommates. At least, you found some hope in the fact that neither one of them had ended up finding someone interesting among the large crowd that flew past one another like ants in the campus park. You weren’t completely alone in yur failure. 

“I’m ready to go, honestly,” one of your roommates agreed, while the other one had already disappeared in the crowd without acknowledging your question. 

You grabbed ahold of one another. Neither of you sober enough to be able to navigate your way home without losing one another in the night. With arms folded together, in a way only possible for two almost strangers when drunk, you two trudged away from the party and the loud bass that made your head pound. 

“I wanted to fuck someone tonight,” you groaned and fake sobbed into the chilly night air, your roommate only laughing at your unapologetic whining. “I’m not kidding, I don’t care who it is. I just really wanna be obsessed with someone! I wanna be in love! I don’t care if it’s actually love or just really great sex.”

It seemed a bit silly to say out loud, but it was the truth. You probably wouldnt have been so honest with your roommate this soon had you been sober tonight. Nevertheless, the truth was that you just wanted someone to think about, someone to crush on, someone to sleep with when the days became too boring to handle by yourself. 

You were wobbling down the cobbled streets on your way back to the dorm. Your arm was still entangled with your roommates, thoughts having moved on from your honest feelings and instead focusing on whether or not it would be possible to order fries to your dorms. 

When he bumped into your arm, or more correctly, when you stumbled into his arm as he passed, you almost fell over. Enraged at the audacity of this random guy to walk right into you, you turned back around, prepared to yell at him with all your might. But when you began shouting a loud “Hey!”, your anger soon ebbed out as the stranger turned around, revealing his perfect face in the yellow light from the streetlight above. His features were striking even in the dark. His eyes were piercing. His hair was dark and pushed back from his forehead in a light wave. Beside one of his eyes, you noticed a blushy pink birthmark, almost matching the pretty red shade of his lips. His lips… were a lot redder than any lips you had seen on a random guy before. Was he wearing lipstick? 

You had forgotten why you had yelled out to the stranger. His gorgeously handsome face distracted you completely. 

“Y/n, let’s gooo,” your roommate whined, pulling at your arm, evidently not enraptured by the pretty stranger you had bumbled into. How was that possible? You had never seen him before, never known he existed, and you were already obsessed with him. His name, his interests, his favorite place to kiss his lover, you needed to know it all. You needed to befriend him. 

The night was mostly a blur the following day, everything except for the stranger.

For some reason, his face never left your mind. For two weeks you searched every room for him, scanned the streets as you walked down them, and took walks on the campus every shot you got. 

You never found him. He could’ve been an illusion, but you knew deep down that he wasn’t. At least looking for the mystery man in the night had given you something to think about, someone to obsess over, even if you didn’t even know his name. 

It took yet two more weeks and another walk to the convenience store to finally find that one necessary piece of information. You didn’t understand how it had taken this long to find him, it wasn’t like he was hiding. He was walking around in the park, just like the last time you had bumped into him. Dark hair falling onto the sides of his head, a long coat half open to reveal a simple black polo and jeans, almost exactly like last time. You took it all in, stopping mid-step as to not loose sight of him, the plastic bag you had bought filled with snacks and drinks for the late-night studying you had planned on doing was rustling in the wind. He had seen you too. 

He wasn’t moving either, maybe he thought you were a weirdo for simply staring at him in the dark park. 

You drew in a breath. “Hey you! What’s your name?!” You shouted across the grass. If you were going to be a weirdo, you would do it properly. 

He didn’t shout back. Far away someone shouted in the night. You looked towards the sound for half a second out of reflex, and when you looked back the stranger was gone. 

Again?? You thought and damned the universe for teasing you like this. 

“Yeosang.” 

The voice was deep and it sent chills down your back. It made you quickly turn around, finding the stranger right behind you now. He was even hotter this close. 

“Yeosang…” you whispered under your breath. He was rather tall. He gave you a small smile, white teeth flashing cold in the moonlight. Unusually pointy. “I’m y/n…”

His smile got wider. “I know”

Your mind blanked, but you needed to say something. “Let’s be friends!” You hurried to say before he could have a chance to mysteriously disappear again. His smile dropped, eyes looking at you surprised and slightly suspicious. Understandable. 

“Sure,” he said after a moment of only the wind in your ears, a smirk appearing on his face. “If a friend is all you want, I can grant you that.” 

“It’s not,” you said honestly and quickly. His smirk grew. “I want a lot more, but I only found out your name ten seconds ago. Thought I’d give you a chance to get to know me before I tried getting you into bed with me.” 

You felt feverish, the embarrassing reality of what you were telling this stranger hitting you hard.

“I know enough,” he said before his hand found the side of your face and his lips leaned in to meet yours. He tasted like aluminum for a split second but the way you could feel his toned body against yours where your coats fell open distracted you and you soon forgot about the unusual taste. 

A swishing sound made you open your eyes again, the cold from the night air in the campus park seemingly gone and replaced with much warmer air. You were inside, you were inside your own bedroom. You didn’t know how it had happened, you didn’t really know what had happened, and you didn’t know why you didn’t even care. The stranger in the night was named Yeosang, and he was kissing down your neck in your bedroom, pulling your coat off your body, and throwing it into the corner of the room. He was no ordinary person, that you had already caught onto. 

“Can I bite you?” He mumbled against your skin. 

His hands were caressing your body and your mind was buzzing with desire, but the desire didn’t clog your mind yet. You were clearminded and saying “Yes” before you could stop and think about what a bad decision it might be to agree. 

Small pecks now your throat made arousal pool in your lower abdomen. “Bite me as you fuck me,” you whispered. This made Yeosang smile against your skin, moving up to kiss you passionately once again as he pulled his own clothes off along with yours. Pushing you down on the bed as his hard cock pushed against your thigh. It would be tight, but you needed him to use you and stretch you out enough to make life interesting again. 

That, he did. Nothing was mundane or boring about his hands on your body or his tongue on your chest. He was surprisingly gentle as he began filling your hole with his erect cock, but his pace grew feral as he continued pounding into you. You were moaning and clawing at his sculpted body when he hit the right spot inside of you. When his lips let go of you, you looked at him gazing down at your bare neck, he wanted to bite you for real, it was clear he meant it, and you wanted him to as well. You shifted your neck, inviting him to do what he wished. “You look delicious,” he mumbled before he threw himself onto your neck, piercing the skin ever so slightly. You barely even felt it, but the way he suckled on your skin after the small sting felt like he was trying to mark your skin, sending goosebumps down your body when he continued licking and humming against your neck. 

You came as he pounded into you, his hands working their magic while getting to know your body. He didn’t stop until you came for a second time, whining at the overstimulation. 

He cared for your neck and cleaned you up, his movements swift and gentle as he handled you. He caressed your skin with great care, careful not to be too rough. A world’s difference from the way he had fucked you a moment ago. He didn’t force any small talk, a nice change from most other guys you had been with. He had gotten dressed and given you some of your own pajamas to put on before he was ready to leave. 

He couldn’t leave just like this, you collected all the courage you had left and began with an unsure voice. “We’re friends now, right? So you’re welcome here anytime, we could do this again…” 

“We’re friends, yeah.” He smirked and looked at you as you pulled your shirt over your head. “I’ll be here if you need me, or if you’re just… bored.” The last word he said was paired with a small wink. You chuckled nervously, he had known all along. Could he read your mind as well? Maybe you could find out next time. 

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Kang Yeosang was never yours, though it had never felt that way. How could it? He was the first kid who played with you in kindergarten, the first friend you ever made, the one who always sat behind you in class and beside you at lunch. Yeosang was your first thought in the morning and the last one at night. His quiet presence brought you solace even on your worst days and there was little to nothing that could separate you. It didn’t take much to see the love between you two – silent, steady, and always there. It all changed the day you turned eighteen, as for everyone else in your world, yet it never occurred to you that it would. 

Yeosang waited with bated breath for the inked letters to show up on your wrist like they had a couple of days prior on his. He had not checked them in favor of waiting for you. The small playground was empty save for the two of you – five minutes away from midnight and devoid of yelling kids – absentmindedly swaying back and forth on the swings. You were filled with nervous anticipation and hope. You didn’t know for what yet, but it pervaded every single cell of your being and made your hands shake lightly. With a racing heart, you felt the prickly sensation of needles on your skin and waited for it to fade. Yeosang, with his big, brown eyes, asked if you should check. So, you stood, taking him by the hand. Once he was facing you, you both put your arms forward, barely breathing, slowly uncovering your wrists from the fabric of your sweaters.

The spell broke and your heart plummeted to the depths of your stomach, racing there with a force foreign to you, as disappointment bloomed in your chest. Tentatively, you let your eyes roam to Yeosang’s skin, decorated with initials that weren’t yours. You couldn’t quite put a name to the sinking feeling that spread through you. You didn’t quite know why the hope that had kept you going had been crushed to smithereens. 

“It’s not you,” Yeosang murmured, finally your eyes landed on his face. His glassy ones were transfixed on your wrists, and yet they looked light-years away from you.

“It’s not you, either,” it was hard to speak through the lump in your throat and you couldn’t even explain the reason why. 

The silence of the playground felt suffocating now, and the muffled sounds of the city around you resembled the quiet chaos in your mind. Yeosang wasn’t your soulmate. The sentence echoed in your head and punctuated the cadence of your every heartbeat. It hurt, it hurt much more than you imagined. 

“I don’t care.”

Your head snapped up, eyes meeting his, still swimming in tears but burning with a new determination. 

“I don’t want anyone that’s not you.” He sounded almost like a little kid, his voice begging.

“Yeosang -” you gasped. 

“Please, tell me you want me, too.” 

In a heartbeat, you made your decision. Your head was nodding yes even before you could realize it was, and all of it made sense then. It was clear as day when his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close and keeping you hidden in his chest, when being surrounded by him felt like home. 

You knew it at that moment, what your heart had always known, that you were in love with Kang Yeosang and it didn’t matter what fate held for you. 

And so it started, the lies to your close friends and family, to yourselves. Deluding yourself into thinking this could be it, this could be your life together. That your time together wasn’t limited to the appearance of who your true love was supposed to be. But how could it not be Yeosang? And how could it not be you? When it felt like the very first moment he approached you in the sandbox at the playground – when you were both six and still blissfully unaware of the love and pain your future held – was the moment your fate was written. Inextricably his; him, inextricably yours. 

It all felt off like the universe had colossally screwed up. But neither of you cared. Yeosang’s promises of love meant more to you than the letters inked on your wrist. It was alright to say “us” because you knew he was yours to lose. Or maybe he wasn’t. Perhaps you were just wasting time, stealing crumbs of him from who was supposed to be his half because, in your mind, you were. Spinning around on a carousel ride you knew exceptionally well had to come to an end, sooner or later. You hoped never. 

Yeosang’s presence in your life became stolen kisses in his car, picking you up in the mornings and dropping you off at night. Hushed phone calls in the dead of night, dancing around in the living room to the sound of scratchy vinyl. Your love was his soft skin against yours, twisted in bedsheets. It was the wine you'd sip at night when all was quiet and all you could feel was him, his heartbeat, his earthly smell mixed with sunblock and sea. It started that one fateful summer and went on for another six. He was the salt on your skin – proof that your love existed, that your time with him was just as real as the waves that crashed into your feet as you walked along the beach. Yeosang lingered like the grains of sand that you found in your shoes or bag no matter how many times you shook it off; you knew he would forever, even after he’d be gone. 

“What are you doing?” He laughed softly, slightly tickled by your fingers running over his back. Beneath the sun, in your own spot at the beach, you felt estranged from the world. From responsibilities, reality. If you had known this would’ve been one of the last moments with him for a long while, you would’ve worked harder to ingrain in your brain the image of his happy, confused smile and squinting eyes under the harsh sunlight. To engrave the melody of his laugh in your heart. 

“Nothing,” you shrugged, and yet you kept on tracing your name on his smooth skin, over and over. It may not be on his wrist in bold black, but you hoped it’d stay in his heart. Yeosang still looked at you quizzically, that lost, soft smile still etched on his kissable lips. 

You were in the kitchen setting up dinner when the doorbell rang. The hot summer air was finally making way for a cooler evening breeze, coming in from the window and allowing you to breathe easier. It was peaceful enough, it reminded you of your full heart. The very same one that skipped a beat upon opening the door to reveal a distraught Yeosang. He walked past you, air somber as if he’d seen a ghost, without answering your questions. As worry began to clutch your heart in its tight hold, you followed and watched as he slumped onto a chair at the kitchen table. 

You were about to ask, when-

“I met them.” 

All air was knocked out of your lungs, falling onto the chair in front of him. You knew what was going to happen now and you dreaded it with every molecule in your being.

“We spoke,” he started, refusing to meet your eyes. “The whole afternoon, actually. And I- I told them about you.” 

So, this was it — the end of you. 

“You know, it’s… it’s weird,” he sniffled, his bloodshot eyes meeting yours. “Meeting your soulmate, I mean. A good weird. It sort of feels like a piece falling into place.”

Honestly, you didn’t want to hear it. Despite knowing this day would come, despite living to see it happen, you wished he would just rip the bandaid off. You wished your head wasn’t spinning, your heart wasn’t being pulled into two different directions, torn apart by the desire to see him happy and wanting to keep being the one who made him so. You wished your stomach wasn’t twisted in painful, nauseous knots. 

Not even noticing that he was now standing, pulling you up with him, you let him do so barely fighting back. One part of you wanted to hold him close and never let go, the other just wished he would be gone already. 

“Yeosang, don’t.” 

“Please, I-”

“No, I can’t,” you knew he was standing in front of you, but the tears in your eyes prevented you from seeing him clearly. And yet, you didn’t need to, not when in a second the space you’d put between your bodies was filled by his familiar warmth. 

Yeosang didn’t say anything, just held you close. His hands were shaking when he reached for your face, but the gentleness of his touch was there like always as he held it. A sob almost tore through you when his forehead gently came to rest against yours. His lips were next, kissing you with all the desperation of someone saying goodbye forever. Hungry for one last chance, soft like the love you shared, unwilling to let go of it. You kissed him too, with just as much fervor, and for a moment unquantifiable by the means of time, it felt like everything was going to be alright. That this wasn’t goodbye. But as Yeosang pulled you closer, pressed against his body, and wrapped in his strong arms, reality stung you and forced you away.

His eyes were lost, searching for yours, for answers, still chasing you and everything you meant to him. 

“We can’t,” you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut to push back your intentions, your will to pull him into you once more. He looked down, fighting tears, nodding. 

“I wish it had been you,” his broken voice did nothing but cause unshed emotions to well up in your eyes. 

“But you chose them, didn’t you?” 

Yeosang nodded once, slowly, before speaking.

“Yeah.”

“Then we can’t, and you shouldn’t be here,” kissing me. You bit your tongue. “Go, Yeosang.”

But he didn’t move. The conflict was clear as day on his face, wanting to stay but being pushed to move. Knowing his heart was still in your hands and not truly ready to become someone else’s. Not until you let it go. 

“One of these days,” you cleared your voice, trying to rid it of the shakiness residing in it. “One day these feelings will fade and we’ll be left with the same love we always shared. The one we had before.” 

Before he said he wanted you, that he was in love with you. Before you both realized it was more than being inseparable friends, platonic soulmates. Before Yeosang bore his heart to you, and you yours to him. Before every moment spent together became a race against time before one of your soulmates showed up and forced your love into a goodbye. Before he’d have to learn how to love someone else, not like he had loved you, but just as much. Perhaps even more. 

“How are you so sure?” 

Yeosang was about to let go, just not yet. He didn’t want you to disappear from his life, not even for a second, despite knowing he had to. 

“I’m not,” you shook your head. “I just have to believe it until it’s true, because destiny believes so.” 

Silence descended onto the room like a heavy blanket, enveloping your embrace with its comfort. Ever so slowly, Yeosang unwinded himself from you. When your eyes met, all that you shared flashed before them. His presence in your life had been steadfast, yet his love had counted days. It came and went like a hot summer day; made you dizzy then left you dazed and lonely in the fresh evening air. Kang Yeosang was never yours and you were never his. Not in the way you fought for things to be. But he’d always be your best friend. 

“When the time’s right, then,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. His downcast eyes, set on his thumb gently brushing the initials on your skin, were adorned by the constellation of tears on his lashes. 

“I’ll see you then.” 

Yeosang shot you a quick, wistful smile, squeezed your hand and kissed your forehead one last time before he was gone. Because he wasn’t yours to lose, not this way. But you knew you’d both move on from this, get back to what it was. In your heart of hearts, the certainty that he was destined to be in your life couldn’t be shaken. You’d love again, and him too. It had been enough to grow and change with him, to learn what love was. To live for the hope of it all, although you knew it was doomed from the start. 

In the silence of your apartment, you let yourself sit back down on the abandoned chair, watching the orange sun getting ready to set, its golden light coming in and warming your heart. The pink clouds gave you a little hope and abated the hurt in your chest. Your eyes fell on your wrist and, for the first time, seeing the stark black letters didn’t feel like a sentence. Like looking at a ticking timer. You stared and stared, willing your eyes to take them in as if it were the first time you were seeing them. Because the truth was you hadn’t let yourself look at them for a moment too long and always averted your eyes as if the simple act of seeing them stung your heart. Now, you found it didn’t. Although it would take some time, and you hoped that by the time you’d meet them you’d be ready to let them in, you knew you wanted to love again.

Before standing up, you looked one last time. One day… 

*under the cut*

“Dude, give me a quick ride to home please.”

“Get the hell out of my way!” Adjusting the helmet on his head, the annoyed face got hidden and the eyes visibly glaring at the opposite pleading boy.

“You never let anyone ride your bike but atleast you can have an exception for me as we are bestfriends for 8 years.”

The grinning boy blocking the way of the biker in every way possible and the accelerating sound was increasing in each turn of the grip. The biker’s gloved hand gripping the handle tightly with the anger building up in him for the annoying boy in front of him.

“Wooyoung, move aside. I told you to stay at home today but still you came here and now you get yourself something to get back home.”

“You are literally on your way back home which is apparently mine too but look at you abandoning a poor child like me on the streets in late night.”

“Stop with your cringey acts.”

“Yaaa please.”

Before the situation could make him lose his mind, he took a swift turn with his bike towards the left. He sped up which didn’t let the other boy a chance to prevent him from leaving.

The biker with some skilled techniques moved past the after-show crowd and the racing zone leaving behind a sulky boy. People who recognized him as the show champion had an admiring look on their face to which Wooyoung just rolled his eyes.

“I will see how long you will not let anyone to ride with you.”

With a growl of an engine, the bike swiftly zoomed out into the darkness of the highway.

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“Jaemin, please go away.”

“Not until you are accepting my offer.”

The said man had blocked your way with his two friends and the narrow alley with no other escape way was not helping your situation.

You gaze shifted to his two friends where one was leaning against his bike, eyes bored into his phone with bright light from the screen making him look like under a spotlight and the other one with a dirty smirk already staring at you. You shot him a glare and with the same expression, your attention turned towards the man in front of you.

“I don’t want to.”

“Why? We are best friends and we understand each other the most then why not? I love you Y/N.”

“Jaemin…Its so easy for you to say you love me and to say the same to others. We are no more friends and I don’t want to involve myself again in your life when you are just going to be an asshole like before.”

Jaemin’s jaw became tensed and he gripped the seat of his bike, nails digging into the leather before turning to his heels to go near to your form. You are feeling alarmed with his dark expression and thinking about all the worst possibilities of the current situation. His presence was only one foot away and his hands moved upward to grip your shoulders tightly to gain your attention on him. You didn’t let yourself to feel scared and entertain him so you returned him a daring look.

“I have left her for you and this time I will get you back no matter what.”

“No, you are not going to do anything stupid.”

He darkly chuckled and gripped your jaw. You were mentally wishing the ground to break apart and swallow him that instance so that you didn’t have to hear his nonsense anymore.

“Why are you not interested on me like other girls? If only I have showed a little bit of affection to any girl from your workplace, they would have been on their knees right now.”

The harshness in his tone was giving you an acute feeling that he was near to lose his mind.

“Then go to those girls. Why are you wasting your time on me?”

“I don’t want them but I want you.”

“Leave my way. Please go away from here. I don’t want to see you.”

You were wiggling in his hold and shouting at him and hoping anyone to hear you, atleast a stray dog should help you.

To your unfortune, not a single living being was there except some abandoned building and towering large trees. You were mentally scolding yourself to take that shortcut for home that late evening but you just wanted to get back home early as it’s not usual to get an early off from your work.

Now, who knew you would stumble on that stupid’s path who was chilling out with his friends after the illegal racing show.

“YA!!!!” A bike suddenly fell down and you could hear Heachan shouting at the person who caused the commotion while putting his phone back in the pocket which was his distraction all these times.

“What the fuck! Who are you and why did you hit his bike?”

You could hear Jeno’s angry voice but not able to see because of Jaemin’s muscular frame towering over you and blocking your way of vision. He was hawking at you for a pleasant reply from you.

“Jaemin, move aside and let me go.”

“No. Let them handle that. I will not let you go until you are accepting me.”

“She is telling you to go away then why are you being so persistent?”

OMG! The voice is so deep and attractive. Jaemin poked his tongue to the side and closed his eyes, clearly pissed off with this new guest. You tried to move away from him when his grip loosened on you but he quickly took a strong grip on your wrist and rolling his eyes, he turned around. You were standing beside him glaring on his hold and then boring your eyes to his side.

“Who are you?”

The centre of all attention was still on the bike and when you looked around, you could see Haechan’s bike lying on the floor, he was glaring towards this new biker and Jeno was looking between his friend and the new comer.

Mockingly, the new biker accelerated his engine and pointed his headlight towards Jaemin to which he shielded his eyes with his other hand. You wiggled under his hold but he held you tighter.

“Let her go.”

“Why will I listen to you? Who the fuck are you?”

The biker turned off the engine and parked the bike and dismounted from it. He took off his helmet and the leather gloved hand raised up to back brush his fluffy black long hairs. He casted a glance towards the other two near the fallen bike and then when he smirked towards them and returned his gaze towards both of you. His eyes travelled towards the grip on your wrist and with slow steps, he approached you.

AND GIRL! Being in such a terrible situation, you are fangirling over this new boy. His full outfit is in leathers and the well fitted attire was complimenting his body structure and you were sure that he had well built muscles under them. The moment he came near to you and then you could see how an angel looking being he is. His eyes were fixed on your hand and when you tried to pull it, he shot a glare towards Jaemin.

“Well, now you know me Jaemin.”

“You? What are you doing here? This is not your area and as far as I know, you had a competition today so just get the hell out of here.”

Letting out a chuckle, he looked around, “I cant see your name anywhere so as of public right I can be here right now.”

Turning towards both of you, he tilted his head with folded hands on his chest, waiting for the asked boy’s reply.

“Shut up. Just leave and let me solve her problem.”

“Her problem is you.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“Really?-”

“Please help me….”

Your pleading voice halted his argument with Jaemin and he casted you a glace, his eyes searching for emotions in your face and when a tear rolled down your eyes. His jaw clenched and he punched Jaemin to which he stumbled back and the grip on your wrist was gone.

“Hey!”

Both Jeno and Haechan ran towards their friend where the biker was maniacally laughing towards them. He signalled you to run behind him but when he saw your hesitation, he quickly pulled you towards him and hid you behind his frame. You were peeking to see how the other three were ready to jump on him.

“What the fuck dude? Are you out of your mind that you just punched him? You might have lost the competition and now you are showing off your frustration on us. You know you are already done when you hit Haechan’s bike.”

Jaemin wiped off his mouth when his other two friends ran beside him and shot the smirking boy a dangerous glare towards his way but he was just smiling in return.

“Jeno….” The way he called the name in a mocking way made you look towards his face as to examine him what he was upto and why he was helping you.

I guess he might be a true angel that he is helping you in that situation! Atleast now you can escape that asshole.

He added, “You know that I never lose anything. Whatever I set my eyes on, I get it no matter how difficult it would. I have my own ways. So, I want to help this girl here and it would be better if you just leave us here.”

“No way. Give her back to me.”

“Nah! She doesn’t want you and she asked me to help her and now I have to.”

“You-“

“Jaimin, stop. Let’s go. Taeyong is calling us back to the mansion right now. We can’t piss him off and even tell him what we were actually doing, he will ban you from coming here.”

 Yeosang titled his head on hearing Jeno’s explanation to his bestfriend and he sent a tight fake smile to them. All three of them glared towards him but he didn’t even pay attention to their deathly glares but he was holding your two hands and softly smiling down to you.

You could hear Haechan’s voice in the background whining for his bike and the others made him quiet and they started their bike and Jaemin was trying to get your attention when he accelerated the engine. You casted a glance towards him and then when he spoke up.

“I will get back to you someday again.”

Your heart was pounding inside on hearing his words but with a squeeze on your hand, you felt assured that this boy might help you again.

Is that even possible?

The three of them moved past you and quickly left the scene.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Of course for helping me. I don’t know how to escape him but thanks to you for approaching on time otherwise he could have taken me with himself.”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Its okay. You needed help and to save a pretty girl like you is my duty.” He was staring to your hands which he was firmly holding in his palms.

“Excuse me. I need to leave now as it’s already getting so dark.”

“Do you have a ride to go to your home?”

“Umm….. no …. But I can manage by myself.”

Shaking his head, he started walking towards his bike and mounted it with a swift move. You were in awe with how his movements were like a professional racer. He might be also from illegal racing like Jaemin and his friends because they know each other.

“Please come here and let me take you to your place. I don’t want to leave a pretty one like you to wander around the streets alone at night.”

“Its okay. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

“I insist or I will feel guilty if anything happens to you today. Your day is already going bad on how you met him when you didn’t want to.”

You remained quiet while you looked around the empty and somewhat dark and lonely street to find any excuse but the way that boy was sweetly inviting you for a ride, you couldn’t help but to accept it as he was already so helpful and kind to lend a ride to a stranger.

“oh-okay.”

The ride to your home was quite comfortable as he was trying to not speed up too much to make you scared of the speed of a racing bike and also, he was picking up new interesting topics like about pets, your hobbies and all. Only you were the one who was mentioning about your parts but when you were asking his, the only reply you were given was ‘nothing’. But you got to know one thing that he loves chicken a lot and has a bestfriend with whom he lives.

You told him to drop you off at the turning of your colony but he asked for water so you hesitantly agreed to tell him the exact location as you were not comfortable sharing your address with this stranger. Arriving to your place, you quickly went inside and locked the door to bring a bottle of water along with you to go and meet him at your main gate.

“Here, you can take this.”

“Are you scared of me?”

“Huh? Oh no, its just I don’t know you so….like I cant invite you inside. I’m sorry to treat you like this after you helped me today but-“

“I know. A pretty girl like you should feel like this and you should always be cautious of your surroundings. Anyways, thanks for this Y/N.” he waved the bottle to you.

“ah its okay. This is nothing.” You both laughed lightly but then it hit you how did he know your name. “You know my name?”

“I heard him that time. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

His face became a bit worried so you just gave him a smile for assurance that he did nothing wrong.

The street in front of your place is quite bright compared to where you both met so when he took off his helmet to drink the water, you noticed how he had a birthmark beside his left eye but still that was not enough to ruin his perfect angelic look with starry eyes.

“No no It’s fine. Just I don’t know your name.”

“Yeosang. Kang Yeosang. Remember my name, you will need to scream it in future.”

“Huh?”

“If you ever go to my shows then for cheering for me, you gotta need it.”

You chuckled on his explanation of the last sentence but quickly smiled hearing that the angel like human had a nice name.

“Thank you yeosang. I owe you for this ride.”

“Can I ask you for one thing?’

You didn’t expect him to reply so fast but you just nodded.

“Can we exchange numbers to become friends?”

“But Yeosang, I don’t know you.”

“You didn’t even know your colleagues before joining the office but you gradually know everything about them.”

“That’s different.”

“We will be same like them but our friendship will be different. Please.”

You hesitated for a moment before casting a glance to him and agreed on his request. You didn’t even know why you were entertaining all his requests but his presence and his attitude towards you was very promising.

You both did your goodbyes to each other and went away in your own way.

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After that you never met jaemin or even if you came across any of his friend’s way then instead of them smirking at you or giving you dirty looks. They avoided your gaze and pretended as if they don’t know you or your presence was not there. Weird. Maybe they have given up on you and Jaemin would not continue his dirty games to get you or make you his friend again.

One day, You got a call from yeosang and invited you on his racing show but you had never been to such shows so you tried to decline his offer but he didn’t let his request to go in vain. He even sent you two tickets for the show to bring a friend along with you if you were feeling uncomfortable going alone. Wow! He is such a thoughtful person.

“Hello! Y/N. So are we going to meet today?”

“Yes, I will reach there on time.”

“I’m looking forward to our first meet.”

You both joked with each other over the call before ending it.

When you reached the show on the day, you could see Yeosang was leaning against a car and his focus was on the phone in his hand. When he looked up, his eyes sparkled to see you but the expression changed a bit on noticing the person beside you, who was your schoolfriend and you requested him to tag along with you as he was also interested in such shows.

The show went pretty much nice. You wished him best of his luck for the race to which he replied, “ I always win what I want.”

After his round, he was sitting beside you and putting up different topics and also explaining you about the show. He didn’t even bother to introduce himself to your friend.

When returning back home, Yeosang again offered you a ride so your friend had to go alone.

Many weeks had passed after the day of the show. You again went to many of his shows where you didn’t anymore need to tag along a friend and Yeosang was also does not like to see your other friends.

He often told you, “I want our friendship to be private. I don’t like when your other friends try to intervene our meets.”

Seeing his cute little pout everytime whenever he complained, so you agreed to go there alone. As you had already became so close friends so you kinda started to feel safe around him.

He started to ask everyday whether you need something or not. He often called you out for friendship dates. Whenever you gave him any excuses to let down his invitation. You would find him from your balcony down waving at you from the side of the street.

So, either two of you end up having movie night at your place or after having dinner to any fancy restaurant, he would take you to his place.

He never tried to cross his boundaries or do something which could offend you. You were quite enjoying his company every day. You never had any close friends like this but you had Jaemin as your bestfriend who suddenly became a dick after you both passed out high school and since then he is no more your old best friend.

You started to share everything with yeosang. He was always there waiting with a soft smile on his face to hear your ramblings.

You sometimes felt bizarre that he liked your miserable conditions when you were disappointed on others and show your weakness towards him. But you brushed off the feeling when you thought he was the only one who would listen to you without any judgements.

With passing days, you were becoming more reliable on yeosang. He always waited outside of your office to pick you and give you a long ride before dropping you at your home. He sometimes stayed at your place when you offered a delicious recipe for the dinner. He even started to come early mornings to take you to your workplace. He sometimes popped out of nowhere if you are hanging out with your friends or you are just wandering around the cities alone.

Sometimes you were feeling of being always watched and him always appearing in front of you started to make you a feel aware that he was always invading your privacy. And maybe that was what he wanted.

Maybe, he was waiting for a perfect chance to show his actual self to you, his actual motive to you. To get you for himself.

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“Yeosang, where is this route going? This is neither to your apartment nor mine.”

He was humming a song and paused on hearing your question. Giving you five seconds of silence, he again started to hum that song which you had recommended him on the first day of your meet. He sped up and to the impact you clutched his leather jacket tightly.

You always loved riding his bike. The cool breeze hit your face and your hairs flow with the wind. The speed make your all worry fly away and you feel like an independent bird wandering around the sky on her own melody.

But this speed was not giving you the but anxiety.

“Please slow down. You are too fast.”

“You don’t know how fast I can be in some other ways.”

“What are you even saying? Slow down.”

You were closing your eyes tightly due to the impact of speed and your grip on his jacket was turning your knuckles white.

Today. Yeosang was a bit too energetic and was treating you too well. He offered you breakfast to your favourite place before reaching your workplace then he invited you to your favourite lunch place during break and after picking you up from the office, you both had your dinner at a luxury restaurant. When you both were returning home, he took a different route and then when you started feel anxious.

Suddenly, he stopped on his track and you bumped to his back. You quickly got down and eyes busy observing the surrounding. The place was quite dark and silent. In front of you was a white mansion and to your surroundings, you could see only bushes and dark voids.

“Yeosang where are we?”

“Home.”

He gripped your hand and pulled you towards the entrance. Your hesitance self and confused mind not getting the hold of the situation properly.

“Where are we going? What is this this place?”

“Hold on Y/N. You will get your answer.”

Reaching the door, he sent you an admiring smile to your way and his eyes sparkling with stars in it. The soft look on his face and his deep voice were just contrasting each other. Similarly, his sweet smile and his tight grip on your wrist contrasted in action.

When he pushed the door open, he quickly closed your eyes with his hands.

“Step forward Y/N. Welcome to my home.”

Your hands moved upward to place it on top of his and your heart beating furiously in the anticipation of danger.

“Yeosang….”

“Yes pretty?”

He let go of his hand and your eyes took a moment to get adjusted to the new environment and then when you noticed the whole living area of the mansion was decorated with your favorite flowers, your pictures and the aroma in the air was your favorite too. In the middle of the room, there was a hanging rolling poster with something written on it. Your slow steps took you close to it while eyes busy observing the surroundings and then you could read.

‘WILL YOU BE MINE Y/N?’

‘I LOVE YOU.’

Your eyes went wide and you turned on your heels to face him. In return, he was smiling at you with admiration and amusement in his eyes.

“What is this yeosang?”

“What? Don’t you like it?”

“Why?”

“I love you Y/N.”

“But I don’t.”

Yeosang’s admiring eyes turned dark and his soft smiling face froze into a serious look. You got scared on his sudden change. His black boots hitting the marble floor echoed around the big silent room decorated with only you.

‘Everything was your favorite. Everything had you in it. Everything was your favorite. Everything was all about you. Everything was you.’

“Why?”

Now it was his turn asking you for a reply.

“Look this so pretty-“

“Just like you.”

“I liked it-”

“I like you.”

“But I don’t want this-“

“And I want you.”

“Yeosang….”

“Yes, my pretty Y/N?”

His eyes were lost in admiring you and flicking his gaze between your lips and eyes. His grip on your shoulder moved down to hold your hands and he brought them near his lips to give them soft kiss on the knuckles. You tried to retreat your hands but he gave you a dangerous look.

“Let me speak Yeosang. Don’t cut me off. Listen to me.”

“I’m always listening to you.”

“Why are you doing this? To get me? Please don’t get your hopes high like this but am really not interested on these stuffs.”

“Not interested?”

“I never thought about you like this. I always treated you like my close friend whom I considered as my new family. But this. I didn’t expect this from you.”

“I treated you more than that. I treated you as my only one.”

“Yeosang. Everything does not work like that. You have to know other’s feeling as well before confessing something like this. Give them time to know each other. It takes time to develop feelings for others. Maybe sometimes others can’t return you the same feelings in the end.”

“Y/N!”

His demeanor was unreadable when he frustratedly shuffled his thick black hairs. You could see tears pooling in his eyes. You never saw him crying but he did. You were always so vulnerable some days and then his comfort and sweet talk had made you voice out your weariness after having an overwhelming day. Your heart ached on seeing him like that.

“Yeosang…”

“Am I not the one for you? Y-you don’t love me back…. You don’t care about me…Why?”

“Yeosang. Calm down please. Take deep breaths.”

He was hiccupping and choking on his own tears. He was acting weirdly. You were scared with his appearance but still you were trying to ease him. Maybe he cant take rejections well. You would try your best to make him understand and comfort him in such situation.

“I love you Y/N.”

“Yes you love me. I appreciate that you love me but I cant accept your love. I love you too Yeosang but just as a friend. Please try to understand we have nothing in between us.”

You both were sitting on the sofa and your body turned towards him, one hand patting his back and other resting on top of his hand placed on his knee.

“If you really appreciate it then why cant you accept it?”

“I did not mean that.”

“Then what? Was it all lie? You liked everything I did for you. You said I am the only one in your life and No one compares to me. Then why? Where am I lacking behind?”

“I didn’t mean like that.”

He suddenly twisted to your side and cupped your face between his soft hands. Your tears were threating to fall down while seeing him so broken but you had to make him understand that what he was thinking was not appropriate. His teary eyes looking down at you and he gave you a sad smile. You mimicked his action. His thumb brushed your lower lip. Your hands moved upward to grip his wrist softly.

“Please love me Y/N. Please let me show you how much I love you.”

“You have done enough for me. Yeosang, I really loved every moment I had spent with you but this is something I cant accept. Please try to understand.”

“No no you are saying this because I haven’t done enough or you are thinking am not capable of.”

“No. I didn’t-“

“You think I’m only a bike racer and not capable enough for your desires but let me clear you. I’m one of the top 10 wealthiest businessman of this state. I can give you everything. You are special to me. You know one more thing?”

“…..What?”

You were shocked to know that he was a businessman. Its not like you were going to accept him on hearing he was hella rich but you just didn’t expect. Maybe you did a little when you were on your dates with him to various luxury places. But You always accepted him as a best friend in your life but never more than that.

“I even let you ride my bike. Not even once or twice but every time, we went somewhere I took you on a long ride and even today. I never let anyone to ride it as it is my precious last gift from my mother.”

“why me?”

“I knew that day when I saw you, jaemin harassing you on the streets. The way, pleads rolled out from your mouth. Your whimpers when you were wiggling yourself out of his hold and your teary eyes looking at me begging for help. I knew it that you were the one for me and I always need you to be like that to me and under me.”

“What are you saying Yeosang?”

“I am saying that please let me show you how much I love you.”

“No-“

Before you could speak any further, he smashed his lips against yours. His one hand moved from your jaw to back of your head and other holding your hands down. You are trying everything possible to get out of it but your fighting back was nothing against his muscular strong grip. His lips were crashing against you, there was a desperation in the kiss as if he had to prove anything. Well, he had to. He had to prove how much he loves you. But you don’t want it then why?

He bit your lower lip and you gasped when his tongue entered the new space and explored your mouth as if he would suck everything from your inside . His lips shining with mixture of yours and his saliva moved from the lips to jaw and was leaving trailing wet kisses down to your exposed neck due the thin strip a-line dress.

“Please….stop…”

He halted and retreat himself to look at you. Your smudge lipstick to the side of your lips ending on your cheeks. His thumb brushed over the lining of your closed eyes to wipe off the tears.

“Why are you crying?”

“Please…I don’t want this…”

“I don’t want this too. I want us to be happy but not crying like this. I want a family where it will be only you and me and maybe our future little one running around here.”

“No. It cant be possible.”

“Everything is possible if you let it happen.”

Your crying state was suddenly engulfed in a warm hug. You wanted to push him away but his hug had the same comfort like other times. He was soothing your back and kissing on your head. You clutched his jacket and was sobbing. Maybe this could melt his heart and then he would let you go.

“Its okay Y/N. We can do this together.”

“No! There is no you and me together in this world.”

“let me bring you some water and then you can relax and think properly. You are not on your right mind right now.”

“I am thinking everything properly. I’m in my right mind. The only one who is not trying to understand is you.”

Your words were ignored by him when he went into the kitchen to bring you water. You looked around to see your pictures and all the times you both had spent together.

Every smile on the pictures seemed like were mocking at your situation. If only you knew back then the times you were spending with that demon inside an angel, which you were thinking as the most memorable one would turn out as the nightmares of your life.

“here drink this.”

You were drinking the water while looking at some particular pictures.

You didn’t meet him those days.

You never wore that dress outside.

You didn’t go to that place with him.

Then how?

You chugged down the water and placed the glass on the table. With quick steps, you rushed to see every picture on that wall. How come these pictures are here?

“how do you got these pictures?”

“Aren’t you looking pretty? I get what I want.”

“I need to go.”

When you turned on your heels, you felt dizzy. Your vision was getting blurred. You realized someone took a hold of your weak frame and as if you were floating.

“take some rest. It was too much for you. We can continue later.”

“No.”

“Shhh….”

“I..want to…go…Yeosang..”

Your eyes closed and with your lips parted you seemed like you had so much to say, so much to explain but you couldn’t.

“If you go away. I will be lonely again. You will be lonely again.”

He kissed your parted lips while holding you in bridal style.

“My life is all about you Y/N.”

You smile at yourself in the full length mirror positioned in the small one bedroom apartment you’d just moved into.  Your first day on the job was today and you were practicing your camera ready smile one last time before heading to the station.  You’d gotten the full tour and met your bosses the week prior, in between the insanity of moving and figuring your way around this part of town.  You’d met some of your neighbors and had finally managed to get essentials unpacked to the point where you could cook something easy, and not have to dig through boxes for clothing. 

Adjusting your hair, checking your makeup, then smoothing your hands over the curves of your hips to check the fit of the new suit, you finally give yourself the approval to head in to your first real shift.  

There were many things you’d expected to encounter with having entered into your first real job after university.  As a communications major, you couldn’t believe you’d actually made it through all of the interviews to be offered the job as a copywriter for the local broadcasting station.  Smiling happily as you walk into the station, you scan your badge to make your way through the security and onto the elevators.  

You’d expected to be in awe and overwhelmed at the sheer size of the building, the hustle and bustle of the workers going in and out of the offices around you, the rush of people getting on and off of the elevators as you finally emerge at your floor.  Expected the slight annoyance of the secretary who had to direct you to the correct direction where you were to be working.  

These and so many other things, you’d thought of, anticipated and expected.  But never in a million thoughts of what your first day would be like had you expected to run into the one person in your life that you’d actually decided years ago that you hated.

Kang Yeosang.

You almost stumble with how quickly you halt as his familiar face looks up at you when you walk into the large office space.  Your lip curls involuntarily as you take in his dark hair, longer than you remember but styled nicely.  You despise how good he looks in his tailored suit, the lean boy you knew had definitely filled out and had definitely become a man.  You catch your expression and replace the sneer with a cheerful smile, looking away from the offensive man who has your mind racing.  You greet your new coworkers even as your brain is peppering you with questions.

Why was he here? 

Was he your coworker now? 

Were you expected to work with him?

HIM? Of all people, WHY HIM?!?!

Doing your best to not let your panic show, you greet everyone else and let a nice soft spoken man direct you to your workspace.  You smile down at the cute little cubicle, the empty shelf above the computer you were going to be doing your work on.  Ill have to get some decor for it, you’re thinking as you hear someone clear their throat next to you. 

Looking up, you do your best not to flinch at the dark eyes glaring at you.  “Y/n.” is all he says, in his deep, smooth voice.  Irritated already and he’d only said your name, you square your shoulders and plaster on a big fake smile.  “Yeosang.”  He mirrors your weird toothy smile as he speaks tightly through his teeth to you.  “Why are you here?” he says, his tone laced with frustration even as he grins at you.  

Letting out a small laugh, you can only plop yourself down at your workstation as you bat your eyelashes up at him and bite back, “I don’t have to explain myself to the likes of you. Now, I’d love to start my first day of work. Fighting!” you say, overly bright and cheerful as you raise a fist at him and he huffs, rolling his eyes as he walks away.  

Definitely not the start you were expecting at all.

Groaning as you make your way into your apartment, you sigh as you toss your bag, kicking off your shoes.  You make your way into the kitchen to drop the bag of groceries as you notice that you only have one.  You’d definitely had two when you left the store….you think, rubbing your eyes in frustration.  It’d been a long week and you’d barely slept.

Rubbing your neck, you make your way back to your door before you hear knocking.  “Yes?” you call out and you hear a male voice on the other side.  “Hi, I’m your neighbor from across the hall? I think you left your bag out here?” you sigh in relief as you throw open your door, happy you hadn’t left it anywhere weird.  “Thank you-” you say, but you almost choke as you are looking at the chest of the man in front of you.  

Your eyes travel up, up, up as they finally settle on the extremely tall man’s face.  And what a face, his baby face is unexpected with his height.  His gentle smile is calming after the week you’d had.  “Oh, thank you so much.  I’m losing my mind.  I must have set it down as I was getting out my key…” you say, taking it from him gratefully.  He smiles at you, holding out his hand.  

“I’m Soobin, I live right across here if you need anything.” he says, and you take his hand, happy to meet someone so pleasant.  “I’m Y/n, it’s very nice to meet you.  And I don’t have much right now but if you need anything as well…” you gesture and he nods.  “Great, neighbor.  It’s very nice to meet you.  I do have friends over occasionally, so if you see some shady tall men coming over in hoodies looking suspect, they're just my idiot friends.  But feel free to let me know if anyone bothers you.” he says and you laugh.  

“Well it’s nice meeting you, Y/n, have a great evening and it’s nice to have you in the building.” he says, and you wave as he makes his way back to his own place.  “Oh! Thank you again, by the way!” you say, holding up the bag.  “Welcome!” he says and you go back in to make dinner, a little happier than before.  

As you settle yourself in for the night, happy that you have the next two days off, you check your messages.  Noticing that one of your friends from university was messaging, you decide to just call her.  

“Yo!” you hear her voice as she answers, and you can’t help but snort. “Way to answer, Ty,” you say and she just huffs.  “How’s the new job?” she asks and you flop on your bed, sighing.  “Oof, that bad?” You rub your face as you groan.  “Nah, the job itself is awesome.  Just…ran into a very old…I guess I wouldn’t call him ex-friend.  More like an enemy.” “Oho….YOU have an enemy?” she says in disbelief.  

“It’s a stupid story, it shouldn’t even matter anymore.” you say, glaring at your wall.  “Come on, spill it.  It’s bothering you even now, so it’s not all that stupid.” You bite your lip, thinking of the best way to sum it up.  “Remember when I told you I had a best friend back in high school? But that we’d fallen out because of a stupid guy?” you say, and she groans.  “Oh no, is he the stupid guy?” she asks and you just hum in response.  

“Ew, I hate that.  What actually happened?” she asks and you close your eyes, recalling the events.  “Just…I liked a guy and told my supposed best friend at the time.  I did the idiot thing and confessed to him…” you hear your friend groan in sympathy on the other end.  “Yeah….well let’s just say he turned me down in a pretty harsh way.  I was so humiliated. And then not a few weeks later, that best friend was dating that stupid guy. The end.” Your friend makes a puking noise and you just nod at the wall.  “Yep.  Stupid high school shit, you see what I mean? He’s a jerk, I hate him.  Probably the only person I have ever said I’ve hated.”

“Fuck, what kind of douchebag humiliates someone confessing, especially in front of other people? That’s just…disgusting.” your friend says and you can only sigh.  “It was senior year of high school, ages ago.  It doesn’t even matter.  I should get over it.” you say, trying to convince yourself.  “Fuck that guy, dude.  No way. Just avoid him if you can. Oh…wait didn’t you say you have to write and do all the research and fact checking for his segments?” You just groan and she chuckles.  “Good luck my friend, just give me a call if you need and I’ll come set his ass straight.” “Deal. Night, Ty.” you say before hanging up and heading to bed. 

You spend the next day cleaning, organizing and unpacking the rest of your stuff, finally able to enjoy the full space you have.  It’s not large by any means, but it makes you happy to be out of shared dorms and renting rooms, finally having your own entire apartment.  You sing happily along to your favorite upbeat playlist, and finally stop as you take in your work.  “Hm…” you murmur, then make your way to find your little notepad.  Making a list of all the things you need to grab, you shower and change.  

As you shut your door, you notice your neighbor’s door is open.  “Hello?” you call out, being nosy enough to worry.  “Oh hey!” you hear behind you and you turn to see Soobin and another very tall man lugging a chair from the stairwell.  “Oh! I thought you might have left your door open by accident, sorry for being rude…” you say and he laughs, giving you a big smile as they take the chair inside.  “Nah, I’m glad you cared enough to check.  Yeonjun, this is my neighbor, Y/n. She just moved in.  Y/n, Yeonjun.  He’s a good friend of mine, you’ll probably see him around a bit.”  You smile at the handsome man, and he comes over to take your hand.  “Nice to meet you.” he says, and you can only marvel at them both.  

“What the hell did your parents feed you both?” you blurt out and they just look at eachother then start laughing as you cover your mouth in embarrassment.  “Must be something in the water,” Yeonjun says, grinning at you.  “Sorry, my mouth sometimes…” you say, blushing.  “No it’s fine,” Soobin says, coming over to pat you on the head.  “I mean, you are pretty short though, so…” you shake your head at him, surprised at how comfortable you already feel with him.  “Yeah yeah, well…sorry for being intrusive.  I’m heading out,” you say, giving them a small wave.  

“Hey! Before you go, if you feel up to it, tonight we’re having some pizza and probably watching a movie, or games or whatever.” he says and you nod.  “Oh I don’t mind any noise, really.”  you say, reassuring him.  “Y/n, I’m asking if you want to come by and hang out.” he says, smiling down at you.  “Oh! Um…well I’m just going to get some things I need for my place, but if I’m feeling up to it…” you respond.  “No pressure, just letting you know you’re welcome.” he says and you nod, waving goodbye to them both and heading out.  

Later after your shopping trip and taking in your space, you happily flop onto the couch.  “My own place…” you say to the ceiling and let out a content sigh.  Closing your eyes, you notice the sounds coming from across the hall.  They are faint but occasionally you can hear a laugh or a voice here and there.  “Too tired…” you murmur, then you let yourself drift off, enjoying the happy sounds from the neighbors and the bliss of being surrounded by your own personal bubble without having to share it with anyone else.

Monday morning comes around so quickly, you think as you play out your normal routine of double checking your outfit, hair, makeup.  Your excitement from the previous Monday was overshadowed by the knowledge that you’d have to work with Yeosang this week.  Last week had been mostly free of the man, but you’d been told this week you’d be discussing your actual duties with the anchor.  You’d found out from some of the other copywriters that he was fairly new and had been hired on recently as a news anchor.  

Deciding to focus on how much you actually loved the job itself, you head out.  You smile at your neighbors door, happy to have made some new friends along with your new place and job.  You’d gone by on Sunday to thank him for inviting you even though you hadn’t stopped by.  You’d baked him some cookies and he and his friends had happily gobbled them up as they bombarded you with questions and chatted away.  You found out they were idol trainees and were just as astounded at the other three giant men.  None as tall as Soobin, they were all just as handsome as the next. Now a bit more comfortable, you voiced your opinion about how good looking they all were, making them all coo over you, lavishing you with praise and it made you giggle at how silly they were.  Soobin had apologized for them all as you made your way home, but not before asking if you could exchange numbers, which you did happily.  

So, you let the happy thoughts of new friends energize your mood, rather than the upcoming stress you’re going to have to deal with.  You greet your coworkers cheerfully as you settle yourself at your desk, humming one of your favorite songs.  You go through your routine, checking emails and memos, double checking some previous week's edits, when you feel a presence behind you.  Turning, you purse your lips as you take in the one person that could drag you down from your little happy cloud. 

“Yeosang.” you say flatly and you’re just greeted by his stupid, stoic gaze.  “Y/n.” he responds and you struggle to not roll your eyes at him.  “I suppose it’s time for our one on one meeting,” you say, standing and grabbing your notebook and pen.  “Aren’t you going to bring a laptop?” he asks and you just return his bored stare.  “I prefer my notebook, thank you.  Can we go now?” you ask and he sighs, gesturing for you to go into the small conference room down the hall.  

Despite the tension between you, the meeting itself goes well, both of you mature and professional enough to stick to the topic of what is expected of the both of you, what your working relationship is, and so on.  You’d be expected to revise and edit anything he wrote for his segments, and at times write some yourself if he needed you.  Since you were both new, they’d paired you together.  

After establishing expectations and plotting out what you’ll be doing for the week, you close your notebook and nod, standing to go back to your desk.  “Send me anything you have at the moment through my email.  If that’s all…” you say, nodding your head at him before turning to leave. 

 “One more thing.” he calls out, his deep tone causing you to halt.  Turning, you just eye him, waiting for him to continue.  He clears his throat, looking away momentarily before he glances back at you.  “Why here?” he asks bluntly and you can only blink at him, not quite understanding.  “Excuse me?” 

“Why did you come to work here? Why this field? Are you…stalking me?” he asks, glaring at you.  You can only bark out a laugh as you reach out to grab a chair near you.  Glancing up at the ceiling to collect yourself, you take a moment to form words.  Words that won’t get you fired and escorted from the building.  

“Stalking you? Stalking you.” you shake your head at him and he crosses his arms, leaning back against the conference table.  “What other explanation do you have for being here?” he asks, a stupid smug smirk on his face and you have to refrain from swearing at him.  Or punching him in his pretty little face.  

“Explanation? I’m sorry, but last time I checked I’m a grown woman with the ability to do what I want.  But I’ll humor you.” You slap your notebook down on the table's surface, irritated. “I went to school for this career, I worked my ass off through university, I went through the interviews and I have every qualification to be exactly where I am.  As I am sure you do as well. My first thought when I saw you wasn’t that YOU were stalking ME, but I suppose I’m not the type of person you are.” you say, trying your best to not yell at the man.  

His eyes only show a hint of surprise before they return to their bored state.  “So just a coincidence then?” he says, his expression showing doubt.  You snatch your notebook to your chest and stare daggers at the offensive man. 

“I have no intention of continuing this conversation.  You must think very highly of yourself to even consider such a thing. I stopped thinking about you long ago, Kang Yeosang.  Especially after what you did.  You’re nothing to me, except someone I have to work with so do me the common courtesy of leaving me the fuck alone unless it has to do with our job.” you bite out, then turn on your heel to leave the room, heading back to your desk. 

You close your eyes, taking a moment to calm yourself down and breathe.  Stupid jerk, you think, sighing.  Taking a moment, you check your phone and can’t help but smile.  Soobin had texted to thank you for the cookies.  “At least some people are nice.” you mutter and shake your head, deciding to focus on your work for the rest of the day.

By the middle of the week, things seem to be fairly normal, sleep, work, dinner and dramas- repeat.  You’re settling into a nice routine, heading into work on Thursday morning when Yeosang approaches you while you’re making your way to the elevators up to your floor.  Ignoring him, you join everyone else as they make their way into the cramped box.  

Noticing that someone has pressed the button for your floor, you busy yourself with checking your messages and responding to some friends before you start your day.  “We need to talk.” you hear from right beside you and you glance up to see Yeosang’s face inches from yours.  Flinching back a bit, you immediately return to your phone.  “I’m serious.” his low tone says into your ear and you wince from his proximity.  “I’m not getting paid to deal with you at the moment so-” you start but he grabs your arm, pulling you closer to him as he whispers to you.  

“Cut the attitude, why haven’t you responded to my emails?” he hisses into your ear and you glare up at him.  “What emails?” you ask him and he sighs, his eyes dark and intense.  “I sent you emails last night, why are you ignoring them? It’s important.” he whispers back, and you sigh.  “Yeosang…if you sent them after company time, I don’t have access to work email from my home.” you respond quietly, watching people get on and off as you wait to get to your floor.  

“Can we just talk about this in the office?” you ask, growing uncomfortable with how you’re being jostled and pushed closer to him as people board and leave.  Someone bumps you, causing you to grab his arms so you don’t fall and you find yourself looking up into Yeosang’s face as he catches you.  Your lips part momentarily as you try to catch your breath, having never been this close to him before.  He was even more handsome this close, the birthmark by his eye almost beckoning you to reach up and touch it.  Then he’s letting you go as you pull away, straightening your blouse.  

“Our floor.” you hiss at him, pushing your way out of the cramped space and into the lobby.  Immediately his hand is on your arm, pulling you along with him into a small room.  Shutting the door behind him, he turns to look at you.  “Look-” he says but you stop him, walking right up to him to poke him in the chest.  “I don’t know what makes you think you can talk to me and drag me around like I’m some personal toy of yours.  Despite what a dick you were in high school, we’re adults now, Kang Yeosang.  Treat me like one or I’ll request to work with someone else.” 

He puts his hands up, his eyes getting big.  “Ok, I’m…sorry.” he manages to get out but you can see the glint in his eyes that he’s unhappy.  Like you gave a shit.  “So what the hell is it about emails?” you ask, turning to look at the room he’d dragged you into.  It was a small office with a desk and a little loveseat.  “Where even are we?” you ask and he sighs, going to the desk.  “My office.” he says and you nod.  At least he hadn’t pushed you into a broom closet like some cliche drama.  

Settling on the loveseat, you cross your legs and arms, waiting for his response.  “I had some last minute edits I needed for this morning's broadcast.” he says, pulling up something on his computer.  “What time are you going on air?” you ask and he glances up at the clock.  “9:30am, 45 minutes from now.  Could you-” he says, but you’re already up and pushing him out of the way, seating yourself in his chair.  “This?” you ask, glancing up at him, catching his annoyed look.  

“I can go.” you say and he shakes his head, his eyes swiftly going to the computer.  “This … and this…” he says, pointing to a few emails he’d sent.  Opening the files, you start to work, then stop as you realize he’s hovering over you.  “Shoo.” you say and you lock eyes with him for a moment before he retreats.  “Fine, I’ll go grab coffee. Do you think-” “I’ll take mine with two cream and one sugar, thanks.” you say, never taking your eyes off your task.  Hearing his sigh, you wait for the door to shut before you let the smirk creep over your face.  Jerk, you think, you deserve it.

You manage to finish your work with plenty of time to spare, looking up finally to see Yeosang seated on the small couch, a frown pulling down his pretty lips.  Pretty lips? Ugh, you sigh, rubbing your eyes and standing up to stretch.  “Done.” you say, glancing down to notice the little paper cup of coffee he’d placed next to you.  “Thanks.” you say, holding it up and heading to the door.  

“Y/n…” he says softly and you halt, glancing towards him.  His expression doesn’t change but he gives you a brief nod.  “Thanks.” You just nod back, then open the door, making your way back to your work area.  Yeosang had the decency to have informed your coworkers that you were already there, saving you the hassle.  Once the end of the day rolls around, you grab your things and head towards the elevators to make your way home.  

Just before the doors close, you notice Yeosang push his way onto the lift, then make his way to you.  Suppressing the urge to roll your eyes (yet again, this man was going to make you insane,) you just frown at him as he leans against the wall next to you.  “Thank you again for today.” he says and you stare at him in shock.  “Wow…two thank you’s in one day? I wasn’t aware that you knew any nice words.” you bite out, then clamp your mouth shut.  

The urge to speak without thinking around him was so strong and you just frown down at your arms before putting on your fake smile to look back up at him.  “You’re so very welcome, Mr. Kang. Anything to help.” you say and he just shakes his head.  He doesn’t say anything as the lift descends, but as you finally reach the bottom floor, he walks beside you as you leave the building.  

Stopping, you turn to glare at him.  “What now?” you ask and he sighs, stuffing his hands in his pockets and toeing the concrete sidewalk.  “Since you can’t check emails outside of work…perhaps we should exchange numbers just in case.” he says, not looking at you.  Huffing, you just pull out your phone and hand it to him.  “Fine, put your number in and I’ll text you so you have mine.  Hurry, so I don’t miss my bus.”  he just gives you an annoyed look as he takes the device and plugs his number in. 

“If I-” he starts but you put your hand up, texting him so he has your number.  Putting your phone away, you cross your arms.  “Yes, I’ll answer and help if you need it.  I’m not an asshole like some people.” you say, then turn on your heel to head swiftly towards your bus stop, leaving the flustered man behind.

“One more day….one more day…” you mutter to yourself as you make your way home.  When you finally get to your place and are fishing out your key, you hear the door open behind you.  “Hey there.” you hear and turn to smile up at Soobin.  “Hey! How was your day?” you ask, finally finding the key and opening your door.  “Oh fine, sorry I caught you right as you were-” he says but you wave away his apology.  “No no, it’s fine, come on in.” you say, holding open the door.  He smiles and comes in with you.  

“Oh, interesting.  I guess they are all set up the same, just flipped.” he says, glancing around.  “Yeah, it’s kinda fun to see how others decorate.” you say, smiling at him as you set your bag down.  “Oh so, you said you work at a broadcasting station right?” he asks and you nod, offering him a water bottle.  “Yep, at channel 17 downtown.” he accepts the drink and smiles happily.  

“So you work with Kang Yeosang?” he asks eagerly and you feel your smile falter. “Oh…yes.  Do you know him?” you ask and he nods excitedly.  “I went to the same university as him and I was a big fan of his when he did live mc stuff for the school.  He’s so cool.” Soobin says, his eyes sparkling.  “I saw that he’d started there and was on the news this week.  I realized you’d said you worked for a station and I had to ask.  That’s so cool!” he exclaims and you can’t help but giggle a little.  

“Sorry…” he trails off, his cheeks going a little rosy.  “I’m just…I guess I am a bit of a fanboy of his.  He was always so kind to me in university, cheering me on ... .well all of us trainees who also went to uni.  I doubt he’d remember me.  But … wow.  That’s just so neat that you work with him.”  he says and you’re too struck by his cheerfulness to be angry about his personal idol.  

“Well…I’m glad you had a great experience with him.  I actually went to high school with him.” you say before you can stop yourself.  His eyes light up and you wince internally.  No need to tell him what kind of person he was then, you think.  “Oh wow!” he says and you pat his arm. “We weren’t close, not even friends.  You definitely deserved the encouragement, any person could see how bubbly and happy you are.  If that translates to your dancing and singing, I bet you’re amazing.” you say and he glows as you praise him.  

“Thank you, Y/n! I’ll have to show you sometime.” he says and you nod, reminded of a big puppy.  “Of course, I’d love that.  And feel free to stop by anytime.” you say as he says his goodbyes.  “I will! Especially if you continue to bake!” you just laugh and shake your head as you close the door.  “How cute.” you say and go to relax for the evening, debating what to make for them next time.

Once you finally turn in for the night, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep, your phone lights up and you hear the sound of a text message.  “Mrrrhhgg..” you grunt, rolling over to glance at it.  “Seriously?” you mumble, sighing and rubbing your eyes as you read the text.

‘Y/n, I need your help with this.  Are you awake?’

“Freaking Kang Yeosang,” you grumble, sitting up.  

‘I am now….’

Huffing, you get out of bed, glaring at the comfy pillow you’re leaving behind.  Really, just one more day, then the weekend.  You keep repeating that as you make your way to your computer to figure out the jerk’s issue.  

Which is how you found yourself irritated, tired and running behind as you make your way through the doors of the building, rushing to the elevators as you try to get to your desk on time.  You flop down in your chair, checking the time and sighing in relief.  You only had a few minutes to spare, but your normal routine was disrupted and you grit your teeth as you realize you hadn’t even checked your hair.  

Well, nothing to be done about it now, you think, pulling out a small mirror just to make sure you don’t look like a complete mess.  “Y/n!” you hear your coworker call to you.  “Oh yes? Minseok, correct?” you ask.  “Yes, you remembered.” he says and you smile at him.  He’d been so polite and nice to you since you’d come.  “We’re having a small gathering tonight to welcome you and a few new people to the team, right after work.  I hope you can come.” he says and you groan a little inwardly, knowing you’re going to be tired by the end of the day with such little sleep.  

But the eager look on Minseok’s face and the smiles from the others listening make you feel like you can’t decline.  “Actually, it sounds like fun.  I’ll look forward to it.  Just let me know where to meet after we’re done for the day.” you tell him and he nods, giving you a small wave as he makes his way back to his desk.  

Cursing Yeosang for the nth time in your head this morning, you turn to throw yourself into your work.  Stupid late night texts, you think.  You loved the idea of going out but you’d rather do so on a full night's sleep.  Oh well, you think, so be it.  You’ll just take a power nap at lunch or something.

But by the end of the day, no naps were taken due to how busy you were.  It was fine though, since it was Friday and worst case, you could leave early if you were truly not feeling it.  Making your way to the elevators, you wave at your coworkers as they catch up to you.  Not far behind is a familiar, unwelcome face and you groan to yourself.  

“Yeosang!” one of the women calls out and he gives her a nod as he joins you all.  “Where to?” he asks and you realize he is also one of the new people coming along.  Wrinkling your nose, you just turn to your other coworkers.  Noticing Minseok smiling at you, you eagerly make some small talk with him and a few others as you all get onto the elevator.  

“It’s so nice having you around, Y/n.  Are you enjoying your work?” Minseok asks and you nod eagerly, launching into small talk about some of the research you’d been doing.  It definitely wasn’t distracting you hearing how kind and sweet Yeosang was to the ladies surrounding him, fawning over him.  Absolutely not interested in his easy smile and how handsome he looked when he wasn’t sneering.  You glance away as he catches your eye, rushing off the lift as the doors open.  

Despite your fatigue, you’d found yourself looking forward to the social event this evening.  You were looking forward to getting to know your coworkers better, to letting loose a little.  To enjoy your new employment like everyone else, doing the normal things adults in the real world did.  Simple, easy, fun.  

What you didn’t look forward to was spending the evening with your old enemy sending looks your way, his expression changing to annoyance or irritation as his eyes met yours.  Only to melt into enjoyment as he looked at others.  It bothers me how much it bothers me, you think angrily.  

This is how you find yourself, eagerly accepting drinks, shots, stumbling your way with the group from place to place, a blur of loud happy voices, singing silly songs and hugging people.  How you found yourself in the arms of Minseok as he holds you up, brushing your hair back.  How Minseok’s face oddly looks like Yeosang’s.  “Minseok…how’d your voice get so deep?” you murmur, your head resting on his chest.  

“You’re annoying.” you hear and you huff, smacking the chest the voice came out of.  “You can’t even get my name right.” the deep rumble says and your head tips back to look into the dark eyes of a man who is definitely not Minseok.  Into the intense brown eyes of a man you’ve hated for years.  “Asshole. I hate you.” you say, poking at his cheek.  “I hate you, too.” he bites out, stumbling with you in his arms.  Somehow you were both on the side of a building, and his back was to a wall.  

Suddenly, you're the one with your back against the bricks and he’s leaning over you, staring down at you.  “You’re drunk,” you say, squinting at him.  “You must be….you’re not glaring…” you murmur, your hand running over the intense face looking down at you.  “Fuck you,” he breathes out, and you tip your head back, your thumb running over his bottom lip.  “Fuck you right back,” you hiss, then his mouth is on yours.  

This is definitely not how your life was supposed to be, your mind rails at you even as you find yourself giving in to your buried emotions.  

⚠️Minors do NOT interact with this au⚠️

Synopsis : They were just friends, but she woke up in his arms more often than not. They were just friends, but he marked her like she was his. They were just friends, so why does he hate the sight of her with someone else?

Pairing : Kim Hongjoong x Reader, Kang Yeosang x Reader

⚠️This smau will be dealing with a lot of mature subjects such as : swearing, drinking, smoking, drugs, alcoholism, fwb relationships, sex talk, jealousy, possessiveness, and more. Reader's discretion is advised⚠️

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{Let The Story Begin}

Roommates | Others | Playlist

0. Just Friends (1k)

1. Please Do Babygirl

2. Take Me To Wonderland

3. Such A Good Friend

4. My Girl (1.7k)

5. Find You A New Man

6. Caught (3.5k)

7. Things Are Fine

8. Bare Minimum

9. In Your Dreams

10. Take The Edge Off

11. Bitch Tacos

12. Feels Right

13. Just Want To Forget (1.6k)

14. Love Hurts

15. The Actual Truth

16. Like It Was Fate

17. Ding Dong Dick Berry

18. Teetering On The Ledge (1.6k)

19. Everything And Then Some

20. Just Another Me

21. Out Of The Loop

22. Wifey Trio Is The World

23. Protect Her Together

24. Yunho's List(s)

25. Tonight She's Mine

26. End This Cycle

27. Go Far And Stay There (3.7k) (triggering content)

28. Blocked

29 : Still Loves Him (1.2k)

30. Bullshit Theory

31. Moves On Fast

32. Fifth Wheel

33. Living Up To Her Name

34. Our Little Secret

You and yeosang go way back and not in that reminiscent, friendly way. You both attended the same school " Littlewood Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry" grades 1 through 12. The school was not at all modest.It was a castle , one you'd see straight out of a fantasy story. The students though.... not so much. They were split up into extremely close-knit cliques,only having about 5-8 people each.You were apart of the smart kids clique , However yeosang was apart of the "Cool kid clique", so you never interacted much ,but when you did, all hell broke loose.

" Sup y/n " said Yeosang as he leaned forward onto your desk after class.

"dont talk to me , people might think we're friends" you replied , eyes still on the homework you were doing.

"Hey why do you hate me so much ? We barely ever interact?" Yeosang commented, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Well," you began as you closed the book you were solving in " first you are an insufferable human being that can't function without at least two girls on either shoulder , a playboy , and a borderline bully. " you sighed as you opened your mouth to speak again " Second, you pay people to do your homework , and third you're just a douche bag over all" you ended.

"You need more? cus i got all day." you added making Yeosang's lips turn into a thin line.

"no, thanks" he uttered.

"good" you said as you got up from your seat to your next class , a smirk plastered across your face. You were especially excited today since it was the last lesson you'd attend at this god forsaken school, then you'd finally become a witch.

As you were walking a glimpse of a tall man with long black hair caught your eye.

Hwang HyunJin.

The school sweetheart. Everyone and their mom had a big crush on him. The way his hair covers his eyes and his long legs striding at an unusually fast pace .You too had a crush on hyunjin,But you knew he was way out of your league. Not necessarily because you were ugly ; You were actually somewhat pretty ,But he was part of the "cool kid clique" and ,as if it wasn't bad enough , he was Yeosang's friend. God he is so drea-

OUCH!

Your thoughts were interrupted by a stinging pain on your forehead. You looked up to see what you hit. You looked up and saw a pair of eyes. A little too familiar for you liking. Oh god. no no no no.

You had just hit your head on Yeosang's chest.

"Sorry" you murmured, walking away fast enough to escape from the severely embarrassing situation , but slow enough for Yeosang to catch a glimpse of your face.

" God, is she clumsy " He said laughing to himself.

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You let out a sigh of relief as you heard the last bell ring ,meaning you were done with your schooling for life now. You heard the announcement speaker turn on and a familiar voice started speaking.

" Congratulations grade 12 students on graduating and I hope your dreams take you to the corners of the earth, to the highest of your hopes, and to the most special places your heart has ever known.Behind you, all your memories. Ahead of you, all your dreams. Within you, all you need. Wishing you the best graduation.The next chapter gets really good. Congrats, grad! Don't forget ,your graduation ceremony will be held tonight , best of luck to you all. Special congratulations to this year's co-valedictorians , Kang Yeosang and Y/l/n Y/N . Officially Signing off , this was principal Conrad . Congratulations graduates ! "

Not again.

You hated being tied with anyone let alone tied with Yeosang. You were raging with fury at how ridiculous this scenario is. Yeosang's dad bribed the principal so that his son could be valedictorian. Meanwhile , You worked your butt off this year and all the years before and he just goes and bribes the principal ?

"God, life's unfair." you thought out loud, heading to your locker to clean it out.

"i know right."Your best friend ,yunjin, mumbled beside you "that's why i'm glad to be graduating " yunjin said as she sighed.

You both said your goodbyes to each other and you rushed to the front of the school , since your mom was picking you up .

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The trip back to school was full of silence as you scrolled mindlessly through your phone.

Once your mom parked the car you hurried to the front door and opened it , heading towards your room before anyone could ask you how your day went.

you closed the door and plopped onto your bed , deciding to call it a night early ,since you had too much on your mind and so little energy to think. You closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep , Knowing that tomorrow, all this suffering would end and you'd officially have to get a real job.

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A/N: Hi everyone! hope you enjoyed this and a new chapter will (hopefully) be released within 4 weeks ! Also, this took me multiple days to write and it took you minutes to read so please remember to reblog this, since tumblr works on a system of reblogs ,not likes !!!

ily and stay safe everyone! make sure to keep hydrated and eat all your meals , stay healthy , BYE !!

Park Seonghwa

Park Seonghwa loves to go live and entertain his fans. All those legos, food, talk and more have you sighing of boredom in his hotel room. You are sitting on Hongjoong’s bed, behind Seonghwa’s screen, in a not so innocent position. You make him stutter in front of the camera, and you laugh every time he has to stop talking for a moment. When you stretch your body and crack your back in a doggy position, he is in a hurry to end his live and join you on that bed.

“I could turn that live back on just like that, with the camera facing you.”

Kim Hongjoong

Kim Hongjoong doesn’t necessarily require much attention. He is very much satisfied with you squirming under him. You are tipsy in the passenger seat, teasing Hongjoong about the couple you saw fucking in the club toilet and how it turned you on. He listens to you rant about how fast he fingered her and how loud she was moaning over the music. At some point, you even say you wish you could cum so many times in a row. And so while you beg him to stop, but don’t shout the safe word yet, he is completely focused in the way his knuckles disappear inside of you, his knees holding your legs apart and tongue on your clit.

“How many more until I prove my point?”

Jeong Yunho

Jeong Yunho looked absolutely dashing at today’s stage, and you’re sick and tired of scrolling through all the husband Yunho tweets from fans. You are jealous that they got to see him in that shirt and that hair before you. You’ve gotten all dolled up, waiting for him to arrive, but in the meantime, you’ve seen quite a few edits from today that made you pissed off again. So when he comes back home and realises why you’re running from his affection, he has to take the matter in his own hands and show you that only you get to feel the shirt on him.

“Jealous of your husband’s fans, when you’re such a pretty wife?”

Kang Yeosang

Kang Yeosang wants to make your first time absolutely perfect. He takes his time making out with you, feeling your body up, gently rubbing your most sensitive spots, until you are dripping through your panties and staining his trousers. But when he sees that you are not quite ready, he takes a different approach, one that is pleasurable for both of you.

“You’re so good for me.”

Choi San

Choi San is a gamer, and sometimes it pisses you off that he spends so much time sitting at the computer. You confront him, not realising that he hasn’t disconnected from Discord yet. He bites the inside of his cheek, containing his amusement mixed with anger as you go off and his friends laugh through the headphones. Once you’re finished, he mutes himself, throwing the headphones aside and pushing you over the desk. At some point, he unmutes himself, just to show his friends that you’re good at yelling about other things too.

“Yell at me some more, I didn’t quite get it the first time.”

Song Mingi

Song Mingi enjoys all the freebies you get as an influencer. From free snacks, free movie tickets, to perfumes, and lingerie he gets to see on you and rip off you. However, todays package was different. They were temporary long lasting tattoos, and he remembers you telling him how attractive you think they are. He witnessed you complimenting Wooyoung and Hongjoong, but he wasn’t quite yet willing to get one himself. So when he got permission from you to open the package while you aren’t home, he prepared a little surprise that had you gasping when you arrived home. Needless to say, he was enjoying the attention you were giving him.

“All the way down, like a good girl.”

Jung Wooyoung

Jung Wooyoung is happy his partner has finally debuted. He is also aware of the mature concept the company has decided to give you. You didn’t show him any songs or outfits until the album and MV came out. But before that, you performed it in front of fans on the show he’s been on countless times. He wasn’t quite prepared for that mature. Stockings, a leather dress, platform boots, and dark smeared lipstick, along with the upbeat song and dance moves, almost gave him a heart attack while standing aside and watching live. And yet you wonder how you ended up with the fishnet gloves in your mouth back in his hotel room, his hands firm on your waist.

“Fuck noona, giving me a VIP show? Think I deserve it? That I’m your biggest most loyal fan?”

Choi Jongho

Choi Jongho gives his all when he performs. How funny that a video of just him sitting during Cyberpunk went viral. Now, whenever he sits, you get horny. Especially with that focused, half angry look on his face. You haven’t said anything yet, but when he comes home from practice and plops down on the couch, throwing his head over the backrest of it, you lose it. You get on his lap, unable to control yourself. He is confused, but doesn’t complain. Neither do you when he plunges his cock into you, looking into your eyes with the same stare as in the video.