Smut and whatnot. My favorite Jeong Jaehyun fics.

"He had to leave urgently, a family matter.” Johnny kept staring into your eyes through your reflection in the mirror, but you just nodded, like you had no interest in your ex-driver’s life in such detail and took the bottle with sun screen from your nightstand, getting some on your finger. 

"I see.” You let out, catching your husband’s glance as you spread the cream over your face. 

"I asked the head of security to hire someone new, who’d take you around the city.” 

"Okay?"

"He's waiting for you in the Rolce.” Johnny finally got to the point; you gave him a nod and he was clearly done with you for the morning, his feet taking him out of the room. 

You ran down the hall ten minutes later than you usually did. It wasn’t on purpose. Yyou needed time to swallow all the emotions you had upon hearing the news; upon realising it was true. 

The elevator door opened right when you reached it and you quickly pressed a P button that would take you to the parking lot. You hated getting in the car outside, you always chose to go down there instead. 

It wasn’t hard to spot your new driver - he was parked exactly where you liked them to be, except for he wasn’t waiting for you by the car and got out of it only when he noticed you by the glass door. That pissed you off; he pissed you off. A cheap substitute for what you had; who you had. 

You’ll make him regret this decision; in fact, make all of them regret the decision. You’ll make sure he’ll depart within the week. 

“Mrs. Suh, good morning, I’m-.” Despite only jumping out of the car upon seeing you, he still made it to the door before you and reached for the handle as you approached. 

“Don’t even talk to me.” You raised a palm up and shut him up, falling elegantly into your seat. You couldn’t spare a glance at him, couldn’t care less to know his name. He wasn’t supposed to be here in the first place. 

“I will drive you to your yoga class,” you performatively rolled your eyes, annoyed that he once more tried to talk to you. “Our estimated time of arrival is 10:05 AM.” You perked up at that, looking into his eyes through the rear view mirror. 

“You have to be opening the door of the car not later than five minutes to ten or you’re fired.” You blinked lazily and focused on your phone once more. 

“Mrs. Suh,” the man looked back at you sternly, but must’ve worked out he was overstepping three minutes into his job and changed the tone of his voice to a polite one. “Mrs. Suh, to arrive at 9:55 we must’ve left ten minutes ago. I’ll do my best to-,”

“Instead of bickering with me you should’ve left the parking lot like five minutes ago. You better get to your job, before I fire you four minutes into it. Did you get me?” You let the tone of your voice fall into a threat and the way his eyes blinked and averted onto the road before him made you a little sorry. He seemed not like the type of person that needed this pushing to be good at his job. Or maybe he was?

He finally pressed the gas pedal and took off from the parking lot. 

You really hated being late anywhere, being late to a yoga class was a crime… like walking into the room full of people and making them question if you were the wife of the heir Suh? Were you late because your husband couldn’t let you get out of bed in the morning? You heard that silly assumption before. You couldn’t listen to this nonsense once more. 

You let your head rest against the leather headrest; you allowed your eyes to close and give you a couple of moments of calm and sleep. Give your new driver a couple of minutes to ogle over your features, memorise your face, form an opinion. He clearly had one already. 

“Mrs. Suh, we’re here.” You jumped in place at the announcement and sat straight up to realise what was going on. 

Before looking at the man, your eyes dropped on the panel, checking the time. 9:56. Did he speed? Go on the red light? You swallowed the surprise, the wish to drop a heartless thanks as you got out. 

“You are aware that traffic tickets are deducted from your salary?” You tried to sound careless, but the furrow of your brow caused a weird reaction out of the man. He smiled, and your eyes fell onto his cheeks, pointing out the 1dimples adorning his face. 

“I am aware, Mrs. Suh. Thank you for your concern,” he closed the door behind you. “I will be waiting for you after the class right here.” You gave him a side eye, and the man swallowed the smile, looking at you collected. “Have a good work out, Mrs. Suh.” His voice followed you to the entrance.

“Mrs. Suh, good night.” Your driver lowered his head the moment you stepped out of the car and you actually felt disappointment he did so. Going into the second half of the day you were becoming curious about the man’s facial features and he barely gave you a chance to add up a full picture to those dimples you spotted in the morning. 

“I need my driver to be standing before the door as I’m walking out, not when I’m already in front of the car; you have to follow my orders and if I say we’re arriving at a certain time - we are arriving at that time exactly.” He raised his head up and you had to force your brain to blink to not stand there staring. 

“Mrs. Suh-,” you gave him the palm again. He closed his mouth like an obedient puppy. 

“I have at least five reasons to get rid of you tonight, but I’m in good spirits and you have your last chance to improve by tomorrow.” His head lowered once more, depriving you of the view that was his face. 

“Mrs. Suh, if you could just give me three more clues to how I could improve my performance-.” He peeked at you from behind his forehead and it honestly felt like he thought you were playing with him. Like you weren’t holding any authority on him at all. He infuriated you but it also was endearing, in a weird way. 

“How long for have you been working at the company?” You suddenly felt curious, he was talking to you. Like actually talking, and looking and didn’t give off robotic energy like the rest of your drivers did for the first few months of the job. He wasn’t brainwashed into the system, he could be… easier, to work with than anticipated. 

“Three weeks, Mrs. Suh.” He dipped his head even lower. 

“Enough time to know your way around your boss, I expect you to match your position, mister…?” You trailed off and his curios eyes met yours. For the first time in direct contact like this and you felt the dizziness of the day take over you. 

“It’s Jeong Jaehyun, Mrs. Suh.”

“Mister Jeong Jaehyun.” You said lowly, like you were figuring out how to say his name out loud. His eyes once more met yours at the call of his name and you immediately turned on your heel and walked into the elevator. 

“Darling, how was your day?” Johnny startled you all the way from the entrance. You looked at him confused, until his fingers wrapped your bicep and pulled onto your forearm with force. “My dad is here.” He hissed into your ear and you folded into Johnny’s side in a second, walking into the living room as a happy family. 

“Chairman Suh, what a pleasure to see you!” You chirped and went in front of the man to give him your sincerest greetings. “I’m sorry I wasn’t aware of your visit.”

“Oh, sweetheart. Johnny explained to me your busy schedule, I had no intention to interrupt that. I just came by after playing go with your father this afternoon.”

“Really?” You smiled at the old man and gave Johnny a questioning look. What this string of visits was supposed to imply? Did the man sitting in front of his father knew something you didn’t?

“Mmh,” he nodded and took the glass of whiskey from your house keeper. She gave you a glance and you shook your head to let her know you didn’t need a thing. “We were talking about you two falling behind on public appearances. Malicious tongues are beginning to spread words of infidelity in this marriage.” The way your eyes met with Johnny’s within the same second definitely was giving away too much; you were only hoping the old man was old enough to not notice any of that. 

“Father, you taught me to do better than read gossip.” Johnny smiled lightheartedly. “You know I love my wife and I can assure you she loves me back just as much.” He smiled at you and with a little nod of your head you smiled back. 

“Of course.” You nodded, looking at the chairman Suh.

“Undoubtedly. I have made a deal with one of the biggest magazines in the country. They’ll cover your happy marriage.”

“Again?” You scratched your brow, “we’ve been married for five years.” You chuckled, helpless and stood up from your chair, realising you two been too far apart to give off lovesick. “I’m sure every second person in the world is sick of hearing two rich kids getting married in a love match that also ended up being profitable for the business.” You cackled and felt Johnny’s palm reach over your hip. 

You held in a flinch and covered his palm with yours. Like a clockwork you two united in an act of familial unity, Johnny pulling you into his lap, and you falling onto his knees chastely, an arm draping over his shoulder. 

“Picture perfect,” chairman Suh looked back at the house keeper and she nodded in absolute agreement. “We could make something similar to this a cover.”

“Chairman Suh, maybe the magazine people would like something more appropriate for a cover,” Mrs. Lee voiced out her opinion to the man she worked for for about thirty years. 

“Young people these days have absolutely no decency, giving them a human look could also play to our favour.”

“As always, you are right, chairman Suh.” She folded immediately with a bow. 

Johnny sighed under you, making the grip on your leg looser. You could tell he was also not a fan of the idea, well. Whatever gotten into the old man’s head barely ever got a way out without realisation. 

“The magazine people will call your secretary tomorrow morning, son.”

“Good,” Johnny nodded and pushed you off himself a little too roughly to give off loving husband. He stood up and walked to his father who’d gotten up to his feet to leave, you figured out. 

You bowed and wished the man a save trip and excused yourself to your room.

You didn’t walk out until the morning, when you were sure Johnny left for work. You unlocked the phone and realised you haven’t cleared the traces of your late night madness. You closed all the tabs leading to you searching your new driver’s name up. 

“Mrs. Suh,” your house keeper called out for you. You’ve been holding a spoon of greek yoghurt in your mouth for too long, focused once more on the search bar. How can someone have almost no internet trace? He was young, definitely your age, what was the possibility of someone in their late twenties not using social media at all? “Mrs. Suh?” she touched your shoulder when you didn’t react and you dropped the spoon on the table, confused with the contact; scared she might’ve seen what was going on in your phone. 

You looked the old woman in the eyes, asking what was up? She gestured with her head to the entrance. “Mrs. Suh, your driver is here.” He gave you a dimpled smile and then looked at you like a subordinate would look at his boss. 

He was either dumb or knew something you didn’t. Still, you were satisfied with him trying to improve. Who told him that you preferred being escorted down to the car? You looked over at the house keeper and the discreet nod she gave him got you closer to the needed answer. 

“Good morning, Mrs. Suh. I’m ready to be of service for today.”

“Congrats.” You dropped without a second look at his face and hid in your room, letting a big sigh out once you were secured in your bedroom. Taking one too many looks onto his face might’ve made you get stuck on him for an hour. It would’ve been weird; you were being weird. 

You quickly ran the brush through your hair and fixed the ponytail you preferred for your cycling class and walked out the room, looking straight ahead of yourself, ignoring the man that still stuck by the door. 

It seemed like he did everything to frustrate you even further, as he slowed down behind you as you approached the door. You were honestly not gonna give him the verbal hint. You looked to your side and gave him the nastiest side eye you could muster and he caught up onto implication with a little shake to his body as he jumped before you and pulled the door handle. “Here, Mrs. Suh.” He smiled and let the door go as soon as you were out the apartment, running before you to let you into the open elevator with his arm before the door mechanism, and pressed the P on the panel. 

“Wipe this stupid smile off your face.” You commented, seeing him smile to himself in the reflection of the door. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered to himself and raised his hand up to press his fingers into his cheeks and make his face straight. You swallowed, ignoring the cuteness of the action. 

“Is your cycling class in the same fitness centre as yoga?” He questioned unlocking the car and opening the door for you. 

He was digging his grave, wasn’t he. “How are you supposed to drive me there, if you don’t know where you’re going?” You paused with your leg up in the air, furrowing your brow at him. 

“Got ya, no more small talk.” He smiled once more, then remembered what you said earlier and calmed his features down in a second. He closed the door for you and took off the moment he sat down. He let a loud sigh out his nose as soon as the sun hit the windshield and you knew he was going to talk again. 

See? “The AC is set to exactly 20 degrees C like you enjoy it, the radio is on 8 and the Chill Mix is playing.” He looked you in the eyes like he was so proud of himself and it was hard to keep the annoyance plastered on your face. Was Mrs. Lee really aware of all this? “Also, I went ahead and got you a Jeju Matcha from Paul Bassett.” He got a cup from the cupholder between the front seats and you finally got the surprise out on the surface. Obviously, for the briefest moment. You recovered soon enough. 

He’d reached his hand out properly on the nearest traffic light and your hand met the cup, also meeting his fingers. You weren’t sure he realised what he did when his fingers covered yours as he handed you the cup, but his eyes went wide as he clearly felt it was you and you expected him to be so sorry over the action. “Mrs. Suh, are you sure about the AC? Your fingers are quite cold.” 

“I’m sure.” You sighed out and took a sip out of the cup. Jaehyun’s eyes darted back at you every ten seconds like he made the drink himself. 

“No more reasons to fire me?” He smiled, again. Even though you told him not to. 

“Still one left.” You let out, watching his face fall in confusion. 

You’re still just my punishment. “You talk too much.”

“Have a pleasant evening, Mrs. Suh.” Jaehyun smiled and you didn’t tell him to stop. Again. You’ve stopped the comment two weeks ago and ever since he’d been giving you a show off of his dimples. 

You had no energy to tell him off, you weren’t his mom. Or maybe you stopped being grumpy when it came to him. Maybe he wasn’t at fault, he was just trying to do his job, tried hard, even. You couldn’t ignore his wish to make you satisfied and that feeling alone made you feel good about yourself. 

At least someone wanted you to feel good, huh. 

“Come up,” you threw behind your shoulder. 

“Me?” Jaehyun blinked at you, pointing a finger to his chest. You paused and looked at him properly. 

“Is anyone else here with us?” You let the annoyed raise of your brow take him out of the good mood. 

“Ah-, sure. Mrs. Suh, I’m sorry. I-, give me a second, I need to park the car.” 

You stood by the entrance, obediently, watching him park the Rolce Royce in two swift motions of the wheel. You had to swallow the thought of it being attractive. Him being attractive. 

“Mrs. Suh, please,” he’d ran up to you and gestured with his hands to lead the way and protect you from all the automatic doors on your way. 

“Doesn’t your butt hurt from so much sitting?” You dropped in a half-whisper and folded your arms over your chest. He kept quiet and you had to embarrass yourself further and take a glance at him. 

“Pardon?” Jaehyun blinked. 

“It’s nothing,” you shook your head. If he didn’t hear then whatever, you weren’t about to ask him about his ass once more. 

“It does, Mrs. Suh, but I usually spend my nights and mornings at the gym, I also try to stand while I wait for you. Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Suh.” He even bowed and you bit into your lip, waiting for him to walk out the elevator first. 

He’d led you right to the door and turned around, arms folded behind his back. 

“Do you not know the passcode?” You asked surprised, you expected him to be aware of the numbers. 

“No, Mrs. Suh, my position does not permit me to personal information as such,” you gave him a little chuckle and shook your head, arms still folded. 

“19140297.” You gave him the passcode and it took Jaehyun a couple of seconds to realise what you were doing. 

He fumbled with the panel and quickly got the numbers in, gripping the handle and opening the door for you. 

“Should I leave?” He gripped onto the door and stood still, as you got pass him and took your shoes off. 

“No, come on in.”

Jaehyun once more fumbled, getting himself inside the apartment in a single step, door locking behind him. 

“Is there something I could help you with?”

“Mmh,” you nodded, turning around to face him and walked backwards. “You could make me company for dinner.” You walked into the living room and cut the corner to get to the dining room, looking at the covered up plates left out by Mrs. Lee.

“I am not allowed to do that,” Jaehyun shook his head sternly and stepped back, even though you weren’t about to drag him, he was already too far away from you. 

“Said who?” You peeked at him from behind the wall. 

“Corporate rules. I have signed papers agreeing I won’t be going anywhere further than the entrance, where I could be picking you up for the day.” He stepped back a little, trying to be closer to that designated place. 

“You also signed a paper that said you’ll be obedient with my wishes.” You challenged, closing the distance, “and if you still want to be on my good side tomorrow, you better sit down and eat what I give you. Mrs. Lee left a whole bunch of food for me.”

“Your husband will come back-,” he protested, you didn’t know what he wanted to say. All you wanted to do is not eat alone. And not hear a single other mention of your husband. 

“He’s out of the country for two days. You’re the one who should be knowing these things. If I tell you to sleep on the couch because I need you to keep me safe, you will be sleeping on that couch,” you gestured to the living room and Jaehyun’s gaze followed. “You’re my bodyguard.”

“You know, I am way past my working hours and I am way past my strength to put up with your crazy requests, but just because I’m hungry and because my eyes are about to fall out of their orbits I’m going to take the invitation.” Jaehyun took his shiny shoes off and walked further into the apartment. “By the way, bodyguard is a very far stretch.” He chuckled to himself. You blinked at him, fighting your own self to scold him at his familiar talking or to let it pass with a little chuckle. 

“Where is the bathroom?” He let his eyes trail around the room and you felt curious to know what was his opinion on the interior. “I need to wash my hands to take the contacts out.” He found the need to clarify, probably because you stood frozen looking at him for too long. 

“Oh, sure. Here, we have a bathroom over here-,” you gestured with your hand in the same manner he always led you somewhere and you actually had to swallow a chuckle as the realisation hit you. 

This apartment had four different bathrooms, but you’ve led him to the one in your room. Unintentionally, obviously. 

You didn’t mean a thing with it, obviously. 

“Here,” you gestured at the door, Jaehyun with a low thanks got past you and right before the door closed in your face you pulled onto the handle. “Can I watch?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, the contacts. I’ve never seen them in real life. Can I watch you take them off?” Jaehyun just smirked, letting the stretch of his mouth turn into a proper smile. 

“Sure,” he let the door go and you trailed behind him, watching him stop before the sink. You jumped onto the counter, sitting down next to him to watch the process. 

He slowly opened the tap and got the soap onto his fingers and carefully rubbed fingers against each other, quickly getting them under the water. You figured he’d need a towel next and extended him one on your side. 

Jaehyun nodded thankful and you’ve closed the tap for him. He then looked into the mirror for a split second, his fingers reaching for his eye in such a swift motion it tool you longer to process he got the baby blue shaded contact onto his finger. 

“Wow…” you gasped out, earning a smile from the man in front of you. “Can I touch it?”

“I mean, if you’re not asking to touch my eye,” he smiled, clearly teasing and reached his pointer finger with the contact to you. 

“You won’t wear it once more, right?”

“No, these are daily ones.” 

“Wow,” you gasped out again, taking this silicony little orbit from his finger onto yours. “But it’s blue, are they colored?”

“No, they’re just… blue.” He shrugged and reached for the other eye, when your fingers gripped his wrist. 

“Wait, can I see it on your eye?” You pulled onto his wrist and leaned inappropriately close to his face. “Wait, I can see this little orbit around your iris.” Your fingers caught his chin in their hold and turned his face more to you. 

“Mrs. Suh,” Jaehyun called out and you pulled back before he could take your actions the wrong way. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You let him go and jumped off the counter at the same time. “I’ll go back to the kitchen,” you hurried out the room to the kitchen. God, what an embarrassment. 

You heard him swallow thickly not even five minutes later, and you knew he was going to ask you if he could leave. 

“You should sit down, I got you a plate,” you stepped in ahead of him. 

“Mrs. Suh, are you sure?”

“Of course,” you nodded quickly and invited him to a seat. 

It was very gravely as you chewed down on the rice and meat, he wasn’t the smiley guy he usually was. It was hard to figure out what was Jaehyun’s issue when you didn’t know him at all.

“Can you see me from this distance without your contacts?” You asked to kill the awkwardness. Jaehyun’s head raised up like he was a dear in the headlights and he chewed first, answered later. 

“I can, I’m not totally blind.” He smirked. 

“Really? Then how many fingers is that?” You raised your palm up and the way his grin widened - well yeah, he could clearly see. 

“You’re showing me a middle finger.”

“I was just checking if you’re lying.”

“Does Mrs. Lee always leave in the evenings?” Jaehyun seemed to master up courage to talk with you, good. 

“Mmh, I’m often alone here.”

“Your husband doesn’t usually come home for dinner?” Jaehyun blinked at you surprised.

Was he being serious? Was he genuinely unaware of your situation?

“Jaehyun,” you leaned into the table and the man that sat before you. His eyes for the briefest moment fell into your cleavage and then back to your eyes. Your arms unintentionally pushed your chest a little bit further. “Don’t act like you don’t know this whole thing is a lie.” 

“What thing is a lie?” He blinked, dumbfounded. 

“You really don’t know?” He shook his head, confused. “My husband doesn’t love me. He has someone else on the side and he much prefers spending his evenings between someone else’s legs.” You pulled back and took the chopsticks like you just recited the weather forecast to him or something of the sort.

“Mrs. Suh,” Jaehyun swallowed. “Your husband loves you, I know it. I saw it.” Jaehyun’s brow furrowed and he was the one now to lean in. “I saw your magazine cover last month, I saw you two smile at each other, the man that’s indifferent wouldn’t be looking at a woman like that.”

“Jaehyun,” you sighed out. 

“Yes, Mrs. Suh?” 

“This all here is a bunch of lies.” You could tell the way Jaehyun’s eyes became droopier at the same time realisation dawned on him. “You should stay on the couch, I don’t feel like staying here alone.”

“Mrs. Suh, I can’t.”

“Do you have someone at home waiting for you?” Do you have a girlfriend, Jeong Jaehyun?

“No,” he shook his head defeated.

“Then you’re staying here. You can have tomorrow off, I was planning to stay in my room anyways.” You ran your fingers through your hair. 

“You have your own room?”

“I do. I sleep alone, always. The one you saw earlier - is just for me.”

“Oh,” he let out confused. 

You were trying to remember when did things change? When smiling to each other in the mornings as he came up to pick you up became a thing? When did you start going to Paul Bassett together, making effort to be ready twenty minutes early? When did opening the windows and singing along to the radio together became your thing? 

When did shopping and other things without his presence started to feel weird? When did you start calling out his name and why did it roll off your tongue like a first instinct?

“Jaehyun?” You called out from behind the curtain and his voice became so much closer to you. 

“Mrs. Suh, are you dressed?” He asked for reassurance, taught by experience; you flashed him once before on accident, he was more cautious with you than needed ever since then. 

“I am,” you chuckled and opened the curtain yourself. “What you think?” You twirled before him, not seeing the spark you needed in his eyes. This dress was definitely a toss. 

“Pretty,” he nodded, but his ears were your perfect indicators for a killer dress and they weren’t giving you signals this very moment. 

“Okay, pretty is not enough, I have to be the prettiest,” you undid the zipper before him and Jaehun hastily closed the curtain to not see anything he wasn’t supposed to. 

You giggled lightheartedly and pulled off the hanger your very last option - a black cocktail dress with a naked back and strapless shoulders. You squeezed yourself in, struggling with the zipper over your lower back and ass. It wasn’t intentional, but Jaehyun was your preferred choice of help, you didn’t want to bother with sales assistants. “Jaehyun?” You half whispered and his fingers gripped onto your shield, seeking confirmation that you were dressed, “I need your help with the zipper.” 

“But you’re dressed, right?” You chuckled and covered his digits to push the curtain away. 

His gaze fell all the way down to the floor and back up to your face, taking in every part of your body; pausing on the way the curve of your back teasingly invited him further in, black thong peeking over your waistline. You perked your ass back more and you hoped he knew you were trying to be likeable in his eyes. Long gone was you that tried to get rid of him; this was an era of the new you that wanted him to be into you. 

Maybe you were throwing yourself at him; what if you were? If he wanted to keep the subordination, shouldn’t he have kept that smile to himself like you asked him to? Shouldn’t he have said no when you told him you needed company for your walks, lunches, try-on’s and so much more. He was a girl friend substitute you desperately needed, so what if along the way you also came up with malicious intentions. 

If he wanted to be just your driver, he shouldn’t have agreed to play padel with you last night when you manipulated him into believing your partner ghosted you. 

There was no partner in the first place, you had to search a padel court for singles. Was Jaehyun even aware the game’s usually played in doubles?

His fingers chastely took the material of the dress and pulled onto the zipper, avoiding the skin he could’ve touched. 

“Is it the one?” You turned around to him, and then with your back once more, pulling your hair to the side so he’d see the full view of the back. 

“It is,” he said after clearing his throat. “I think this one’s the one.” He smiled distantly and closed the curtain right before your face. You still managed to notice the burgundy on his ears. 

If you could describe the night in a short sentence, you’d probably say something along the lines of it was the worst fucking night of your whole motherfucking life. 

“Fucking Johnny,” you cursed the man whose surname you carried; Jaehyun’s arm over your waist was the only reason you didn’t slide down the elevator floor as you were getting to your apartment. 

The man half-carried you all the way down the corridor to your apartment and the passcode you told him months ago finally came in handy, as he typed it in and switched you onto the other shoulder, locking the door and helping you to your room. That was where you felt more confident to walk. 

"What is it that he wants? Why is it not me?" you pushed yourself off Jaehyun, who helped you get exactly to the entrance of your bedroom and stood by it, arms hidden behind his back. Never trespassing any further except for that one time you led him to the bathroom. He had so much more self composure than you did, you honestly envied him. 

Jaehyun watched you move around quietly, still on alert in case you needed his help in your drunken state, if he needed to catch you tripping over your legs or something else.

You walked over to a standing mirror in the corner of the room, taking in your reflection. Perfectly styled hair laying over you shoulder in waves even at the end of the night, black floor-length dress Jaehyun helped you pick hugged your body in all the right places. You were drunk, sure, but even before that you had looked in the mirror and thought you looked pretty. Beautiful, even.

Of course it wasn't enough for him.

You were never enough for your husband.

You turned around on your heel, crossing the room in swift steps back to Jaehyun, who seemed to think you wanted to come out, stepping aside, but your hand found his wrist and pulled him to that same mirror, forcing him to stand behind you, fingers wrapping tightly over his digits as you both stared at you through the mirror. Your hand lowered onto your body and made him be a part of this awful half-hug on your thigh, even though his arm hung in the air lifeless.

"What do you see when you look at me?” You questioned and his gaze met yours through the mirror. 

"Anything, that's happened-, it can't be connected to your looks. Your marital issues have nothing to do with your appearance,” you nodded, sensing his answer to be an employee one, not coming from where you wanted it to. Your gazes lingered on each other for a little longer, his eyes falling back onto your body after. "No, Mrs. Suh, I’m being sincere, you’re absolutely gorgeous." Jaehyun whispered a little bewildered. Like he couldn't believe he let these thoughts slip through his mouth.

To be completely honest, you couldn't either. You let a scoff out, finding a perfect reason to be offended.

"So you're saying it's my temper?" you could see his ears get redder even in the dim lighting of your room. You let his wrist go and deliberately turned your self around, keeping your face in his personal space.

He was perplexed, you could tell. You were just having a little bit of drunken fun, enjoying his smitten state first row.

"No, Mrs. Suh-," he paused, looking in your eyes for the right answer. You had none, you wanted to hear his real, honest opinion. He was almost the only person that saw you day and night.

Talked to you, kept you company, made sure you were hydrated, had enough steps in, kept forcing you to go to gym even when you didn't feel like it. He was taking real care of you for a pay check, and you might've mixed those two things somewhere along the way.

Taking care of you because that's what he's getting paid for. And care... for you, as a person, despite every circumstance that meant for him not too.

Circumstance, like you being the wife of his employer.

You were attached to him at this point mentally in more ways than you should've, that's for sure.

It was hard not to, when you were chaperoned by him everywhere, when you spent more time with him, than with the man you married. When he'd deliberately denied every jab you let out of your mouth towards yourself or the way your husband felt towards you. No, Mrs. Suh, your husband cares for you a lot. No, Mrs. Suh this had nothing to do with you. And little bashful compliments he let out with his ears burgundy red, when you forced him to comment on your appearance. No, Mrs. Suh this dress looks so beautiful on you. Or like tonight. No, Mrs. Suh, you're absolutely gorgeous

"Mrs. Suh I must get going,” he didn't let his thought end; he took a little step back, away from you.

"Jaehyun, wait." you raised a hand up and he froze, letting you close the gap again. "Did you mean it?" you looked into his eyes and he looked back. Open and honest, making you believe his words were real.

"That you're gorgeous? Of course I did. You're very beautiful, Mrs. Suh. You don't have to doubt your appearance. Or your personality. Don't let the alcohol get into your head." It's not the alcohol that's gotten into your head. It's the man whose surname you carry. Jaehyun knew that all too well.

"Say it again?" you blinked, head tilting towards him more, like you couldn't hear him the first time.

"You are very beautiful, Mrs.-,” you covered Jaehyun's lips with yours. You let your lips move against his, and couldn't believe he immediately kissed you back. Not a moment of doubt in his actions.

He kissed your lower lip and moved his hands from his back and pushed you away from him by shoulders.

"Mrs. Suh-." he panted, like you've kissed for hours, when in fact you doubted the kiss lasted even thirty seconds.

Your heart beat in your chest, not in shame - you wanted him to kiss you more.

"Call me by my name, please." The mention of the man that caused all this emotional torture in your life stirred something bad in your stomach.

"I must go." he stuck with not addressing you at all.

You wished he'd let you kiss him more.

The dress suddenly felt too tight over your chest, and the heavy breaths you were letting out of your chest matched Jaehyun's perfectly.

Fuck, even if he'd fucked you right on the couch of your dressing room - your husband, he probably would've not cared at all. He's not touched you in months, giving his favours to his lover on the side.

You knew it all, he didn't even try to hide it.

What you didn't know, is how'd you feel giving him the taste of his own medicine right in this apartment, where he could hear and see once he’s back, where he could soak in the feeling of betrayal you drowned in. Do it to him like he does it to you.

"Please, I'm desperate,” you let your self esteem hit the floor. You grabbed his wrist once more and covered your chest with his palm.

He jumped off like you've put his palm to an open fire.

No, he must've said all these things for a pay check.

It's not like he had a girlfriend, you knew he didn't. 

‘Mrs. Suh, the new hair length suits you perfectly.' Jaehyun smiled politely into the rear view mirror. You cut off maybe three centimetres last night, when he had a day off. You didn't even talk about you having an appointment, but he noticed. And your heart went in overdrive at the simple sweet gesture. You looked back at him like it's the nicest thing someone ever said to you. And it wasn't even a lie, it was the nicest thing a man said to you in a long while. 'Ah, thank you, Jaehyun. You really notice even the small things, your girlfriend is so lucky.' you said with a dreamy smile. 'Thank you, Mrs. Suh, I don't have one.' And you took note, you didn't even know why.

"Good night, Mrs. Suh." he let his neck down in a bow and left you alone, drunk and embarrassed to cope with this mess.

Jaehyun disappeared. 

For one, two, three and now four consecutive days. Your husband simply sent in a substitute, saying Jaehyun got sick. You knew he didn't. He was avoiding you.

You were in agony.

You weren't scared, you weren't embarrassed.

He didn't say a thing to your husband and you were grateful, but he'd eventually have to face you again. He can't be sick forever.

No, there was actually one thing you feared - that he'd hold a grudge against you, say you've forced him to kiss without consent. And he wouldn't be wrong, but you also had a feeling he wasn't the type of person to act like that; he wasn’t the victim, he clearly wanted you back. He’ll face you. Right?

Right.

Day five was your lucky day, because he finally turned up at work 9AM sharp ready to take you to a yoga class.

You let all the punishing thoughts let go at the moment. You had no visible reaction, even though your heart felt 50kg lighter immediately in your chest, and you walked past him to the elevators. He followed behind, no words exchanged between you.

He let that same silence sit between you as he opened the car's door for you and let you in, sat on his seat and started the engine. He didn’t even try to take a little look at you in the rear view mirror, having yourself stare at his side profile the entire drive.

He let his feet step away a little too much as he opened your door. Like he avoided you. Like he was scared of you. Was he scared?

"Are you scared of me?" You searched his gaze, not being able to not notice how his eyes didn't want to stay on yours an additional second. You've actually harassed the only man that looked like he cared enough for you. Wow.

"I have to inform you that I've tried to resign. Your husband's the one that forced me to stay. I'm not going to disrespect his trust in me any further." Jaehyun finally let his gaze stay on you, closing the door to the car, but the stare wasn't pleasant. You wished he looked away, or closed his mouth and never said those things.

"What? Have you also told him his wife harassed you?" For a second you imagined your husband proudly applaud you for that. A silly vision.

"No, it's none of my business, your family issues." He meant to say he didn't want to involve himself in your mess, how sweet. "I informed him it's a personal matter.” Your drive resigned; it’s a family matter, you’ve heard that before.

"You should've told him the real reason. I'm sure he would've reassured you you're overreacting and it's not a matter that's worth resigning because of." Not like his feelings didn't matter, but in a way that if he feared your husband's wrath - there wasn't going to be any. He never truly cared for you.

"Mrs. Suh, your husband loves you." He chided himself. "Again, your family issues are not my business. It is, a personal matter, at the end of the day." Ugh, whatever he meant with that. You were just relieved to know he wasn't going anywhere. Your dear husband didn't let him.

Good.

You walked away from Jaehyun, swaying your hips as you got to the gym door.

It wasn't easy to fall back into the soothing comfort you had before.

Jaehyun was more quiet than before, more cautious, more closed off. Like you scared a little hedgehog and now he wouldn't come back to the plate to drink his milk.

You didn't feel uncomfortable, didn't feel like telling your husband you wanted another driver, but rather the feeling was unsettling. If he thought you were beautiful, perfect, etc, why did he act this way.

Johnny didn't care. You knew deep down Jaehyun was aware of that.

Still, he didn't try to move on from that feeling. You didn't know how to approach him, honestly, you were glad he was back.

Not even able to grasp the levels of relief that washed over your chest when he returned.

You let that silence sit between you. Morning, Mrs. Suh. I'll be at the parking lot, Mrs. Suh. Let me know when it's okay to pick you up, Mrs. Suh.

These were enough to make your heart pump blood extra hard, because every time his lips moved, you thought of his lips brushing against yours. Thought of how sweet his lips tasted. Like he ate sugar all night long waiting for you.

In two weeks you were suffocating. You needed him, sincerely.

You needed his lighthearted jokes, the smoothness of his voice tickling your triggered brain to calm you down. You needed his reassurance you were good, you were enough.

You needed all of it out of his mouth before you fell apart again.

"You never mentioned where you live." you let the words rip the silence as he drove you down to the south from Seoul. Some sort of charity event you had to come to with your husband.

He was already there, making official visits and appearances, but you were expected for the gala. To smile and shine, like he didn't come there last night with one of his girls. Purposely in advance to get his fill of pleasure before he tends to duty.

Like, sometimes, when you really thought about it - you'd do that for him too. You really wanted to be his perfect little wife, before he stomped over your heart and cemented it six feet deep like it was some sort of foci of radiation. Why would you not? You had some sort of feelings towards him when you were engaged. You weren't sure he was honest, but you? You, stupidly, liked him.

If he needed his cock sucked every morning in some sort of specific way wasn't he supposed to tell you that? How'd you know?

It was, anyway, too late to think about that.

"Mrs. Suh, we're here." Jaehyun walked over the car, opening the door for you. It was the underground parking lot and the smell of exhaust immediately hit your nose. You sat unmoving, and once he realised you weren't moving towards your way out the car, he leaned over the door and peeked in to see you. "Mrs. Suh, we're at your destination." He said a little softer, watching your eyes blink slowly, focused on the console parting passenger's and driver's seat. "You have to get out." He walked out from behind the door and leaned inside the car, undoing the seatbelt for you. "Mrs. Suh?" he called out for you even softer, scattering your purse from the seat near you and putting it in your hands.

He let his touch linger on your hand a moment too long and he squatted, pulling at your wrist in his hold. "Your hands are shaking. Are you sick?" he knew you well enough to know it wasn't just any regular tremor.

"I know the girl he sleeps with is somewhere in there. I have no idea who she is. I have no idea if everyone knows this marriage hasn't been exclusive for years. If everyone knows who she is, except for me?"

"Mrs. Suh, your hus-." you snapped, moving your gaze at him. You knew the mantra he repeated. Like he wanted you both to believe it.

"He doesn't, no. Don't lie to my face. He can't love someone like me. Or maybe he can't love anyone at all. But I'm clearly not fitting his standard, and I'm having doubts that I should've even came down here. Should've called in sick." You turned more to him and grabbed his hand that still held yours, ever since he was able to feel you tremble, with your free one. "Drive me back to Seoul."

"No, Mrs. Suh. I've already told Mr. Suh you'll be ready for the red carpet in twenty minutes. I have to chaperone you there.” Jaehyun tried to free himself from your grip and move back. 

"No, no,” you felt even worse, losing contact with him and fell into panic, gripping onto his fingers tighter; Jaehyun took a breath in through his teeth.

"Mrs. Suh, please, let me help you out the car,” he’d pressed further and pulled onto your connected hands. 

"Jaehyun, I can't. Look at me. Really, look at me." Your hands shook his palm in your hold a little and you saw his eyes genuinely look at you.

Face, neck, décolleté, stomach, all the way down to your knees, stopping there only because he wasn't able to see you properly any lower.

"You look stunning, Mrs. Suh,” he concluded, looking back into your eyes.

You scoffed. "You're saying this only because my husband pays you."

"No, I'm serious. You'll be the most beautiful woman in there." He flexed his fingers under your hold and leaned in a little once more. 

"I don't believe you,” you let your head shake. Not him saying this, after he ran off like a scalded dog from you the night you kissed him.

Jaehyun contemplated a little. You expected everything from telling you to stop acting like a child and threatening you to call your husband to pick you up.

You didn't expect him to get on his feet again and lean in the car once more. Didn't expect his arm come out of your hold and onto your collarbone to keep you in place. Didn't expect his lips to land atop of yours and pull back the very next second.

He looked back at you, questioning? Seeking a reaction? Trying to figure out if this is not what you wanted? You couldn't tell, but you had this very strong gratefulness all of the windows on your car were tinted, including windshield, because Jaehyun's palm was able to stay on your collarbone safely as you processed the action and let your mouth curl up in a bit of pleasure.

"One more, and I could muster courage to come out,” you manipulated him the very next moment.

It seemed Jaehyun was in the mood to be manipulated, because he leaned in once more and pressed his mouth to yours more. This time you moved it against his and Jaehyun didn’t resist, kissing you back. Though he was still hyper aware of the place and action. 

It felt like the briefest moment of your mouths on each other, before he moved back, straightened his back and extended a hand, like he always did. You stepped out, taking his hand for support and ran your fingers down your dress to unwrinkle over your waist and legs.

He didn't pull his hand away like he usually did, allowing you to linger onto his touch for a good minute. You let his palm go and watched him close the door, getting in front of you to hand you over to your husband.

"You're stunning.”

“Mrs. Suh,” Jaehyun greeted you with a little bow of his neck, smile spreading across his lips. Only when his neck straightened back did he notice your husband’s presence next to you. It was hard to notice him in the crowd by the entrance of the dining hall, given the man barely ever ended up by your side. “Mr. Suh,” he greeted the man and looked down onto his shoes. 

“Jaehyun, please take care of my wife. Take her home safely.” Johnny briefly looked at the driver, then wrapped his arm around your waist, pressed his mouth into your cheek and let his palm fall onto your ass in an obvious act of a passionate husband letting his wife go back home early. 

Jaehyun’s eyes averted down to the ground the moment he clocked the acting. He wasn’t comfortable with your husbands hands on your body? Aww, you almost felt like crying. 

“Of course, Mr. Suh. I’ll make sure your wife is getting home safely.”

“Thanks bud,” Johnny grabbed Jaehyun’s shoulder and glanced at you. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, have to attend a dinner over here with the mayor about one of our new shopping centers.” You shrugged at the detail, what was the point of giving explanations? You were way past caring about that.

“The car is over there,” Jaehyun gestured with his hand away from the crowded entrance and you gladly walked away from the people that cooed at the display of affection played out by Johnny. 

Jaehyun’s fingers brushed against your side, guiding you away from the lights and the hall, and you found yourself shiver, feeling his fingers on your bare skin. “I’m sorry I had to park a little away, there’s a bit of traffic with everyone leaving and I figured it’s better we wa-,” he explained, but you didn’t care for an explanation; your fingers bunched up the material of his dress shirt over his chest and he’d stumbled to the wall confused with what was happening. 

Your eyes swiftly went to one and the other side and before he worked out the action your lips covered his, Jaehyun’s palms gripping your elbows because he was sure you two were falling. 

He moved his palm onto your cheek, kissing you back, but still pulling away. “Mrs. Suh,” he pushed you off his face and tried to create distance between your bodies. “This is not a safe place to do this, I have to drive you back home.” 

“Jaehyun, please.” You whined, hoping it would do the trick. 

It did, because Jaehyun’s fingers that kept distance between your faces pulled you in and you felt his lips move against yours, and it felt so fucking hot, being kissed like this, feeling his fingers crawl onto your waist and pull you closer to his body. 

“This is it,” you looked at him confused, panting. “We have to go.” He pushed you softly but with a firm hand and led you all the way down to the car, going before you even though usually he was walking behind, to protect you. 

Jaehyun stopped in front of the car and reached for the door, your fingers covering his to make him stop. “Can I go in the front sit?”

“Mrs. Suh, no, this is beyond inappropriate.” Jaehyun furrowed his brow like he didn’t just kiss you. Like he didn’t touch your bare back, did all the things that can be considered inappropriate by an outsider. 

“Stop calling me that, we kissed.”

“I’m still just your employee,” Jaehyun frowned and your fingers immediately ended up on his shoulder, trying to pull him in. You were acting crazy, doing stupid things outside, where anyone could see you. But it was important for you that he knows he’s not an employee to you. He won’t be just that ever again. 

“No, you’re not, not for me. I would kiss you right now if you’d let me.” Jaehyun took a step back to not be tempted and your arm fell down. 

“I can’t let you do stupid things, not here, at least. We need to get going, it’s late. Get in the car, please.” The tone of his voice softened, and the eyes begged you to behave, but if he wasn’t gonna touch you, you still could get your fill at least a little. 

“Say my name and I’ll obey.” You blinked at him, biting into your lower lip with a little smile. You were hoping that’ll make him make the right decision. Jaehyun’s eyes fell onto your lips and then back onto your eyes. 

He let a barely there whisper of your name past his lips and pulled onto the door handle once more. “Get in the car, please.”

You nodded, sitting down. 

“Jaehyun?” You called out from the backseat and his eyes immediately darted onto you through the rear view mirror.

“Mmh?”

“We’re not even in the city, no one is going to see; let me get in the front sit with you,” you flattered your lashes and leaned in closer to the front. 

“Why?” He let a barely-there smile past his lips and turned his head to you for the briefest moment. 

“Give me your hand,” you looked down onto his lap, his right hand tapping to the beat on his knee, and he’d given you the hand with no protest, both your palms immediately wrapping around it. You tried to move yourself forward, but seemingly Jaehyun’s hand was still twisted in a painful way. 

You moved quickly, turning his hand in yours and letting just the tips of your fingers intertwine with his. Your lips landed on the back of Jaehyun’s palm and as he processed the motion he let his fingers go between yours a bit further. 

“Can you drive off the highway and stop the car?” You peppered kisses over his knuckles. 

“Why? Is on the curb okay?” He turned around once more to look at you, not catching up, it seemed. 

“No, can you drive somewhere a little off the highway and stop?” 

“Ugh, let me see,” Jaehyun pulled his hand out of your hold and opened the maps app in the car, searching for any connecting roads that could take you somewhere else. “Okay, just five minutes,” he found one and put a pin to not miss the turn, gripping his hand onto the steering wheel; probably too awkward to give it back to you. 

You drove down to the turn in pure silence, turning to what turned out to be country road Jaehyun slowed down, looking at you through the mirror. “Should I stop?”

“No, just a bit further,” you guided him, “this, here, is okay.” You looked out the window satisfied with how far you’ve driven off the road and how empty it looked.

Jaehyun stopped the vehicle and turned around to look at you. 

“Are you not going to open the door for me?” You chuckled.

“Oh, shit-,” he swallowed and in a second was already opening the door for you. “I didn’t realise you were getting ou-,” Jaehyun was trying to apologise, but you couldn’t care less about that. You just wanted him to get next to you. You cut him off as soon as he closed the door, pushing him once more against a surface; this time a car and kissed him with everything that was in you. 

In comparison to the way Jaehyun previously kissed you, trying to stay collected and on alert, this time as your hands wrapped around his neck his went onto your waist and ass, flushing your body against his. His mouth moved in unison with yours, kisses so passionate and wild you were sure the sounds you were making were heard back on the highway. 

“Lock the car,” you pulled back a little to make sure Jaehyun registered what you were saying. He looked back at you confused, then moved you to the side and opened the door to get the key out of the car and in his pocket, pressing the button on the door to lock it. 

Your eyes immediately fell onto the Spirit of Ecstasy emblem hiding from your eyes, Jaehyun following your gaze. He looked at you confused, once more, so you took his hand in yours and led him all the way to the hood of the car that now had no objects that could hurt you if you laid on it. 

Jaehyun blinked, not making the first move, but giving you a chance to comprehend what you were doing, who you were doing this with. You needed none of this time. 

You led his fingers onto your waist and Jaehyun snugly grabbed your body, giving your arms once more an opportunity to pull him in by his neck. You smiled at each other before kissing and your heart exploded at the intimacy of those smiles; they meant so much more than anything else that happened, or was about to. 

Jaehyun’s mouth kissed the corner of your mouth and then went onto your cheek. 

“You can be honest about everything you want to do,” you let him know, in case he was doubting, and his mouth like on command trailed down your cheek and onto your chin, ending up against your lips. 

You once more couldn’t keep yourselves calm, you were expecting yourself at least to tone down the excitement, kiss him slowly, enjoy the feeling of his lips on yours. Not continue with chewing each other’s faces off. 

You found one of Jaehyun’s palms on your waist and sneaked it up your torso, until it cupped your boob, and then some more, until his burning digits ended up teasing your sensitive bud. 

You couldn’t really keep in the excitement, the feeling of someone wanting you; of someone finding you beautiful, attractive, arousing, all those feelings made you feel drunk and more vulnerable than they should’ve, because you were ready to moan into Jaehyun’s mouth just from the touch of his fingers. 

Your arms wrapped his neck tighter, even though his mouth once more trailed down your face, this time not stopping and making a line down your neck to replace his fingers with his tongue. The moment his wet, warm muscle met your nipple - your knees gave out and you felt so putty in his hands, you couldn’t see or hear a thing. 

You tried to lay back down, onto the hood of the car, being stopped by Jaehyun who’d caught the action, processed it and disagreed, it seemed. “Wait, princess, the car’s all dusty, I can’t let you lay down.” He pulled back and swiftly took his jacket off, wrapping your shoulders with it and allowing you down after.

 “I won’t go any further than you want me to.” Jaehyun let you know, with his mouth once more finding your chest. 

“I want you to go all the way.” You got on your elbows to make sure he caught that and he definitely did, his arms pulling you a little bit down to make sure your core met his. He wrapped one of your legs around his waist and pulled your dress up your legs, to let his mouth trail kisses from your knee and all the way up to your thighs. 

As you felt his lips press into your clothed heat, you pulled his head to your face. “I haven’t had sex in a while, go easy on me,” you smiled, blindly reaching for the zipper of his pants and stroking him up and down a little.

“I don’t have protection, we shouldn’t do it here ,” he let you know and moved his palm flat against your heat, circling his thumb. 

“I’m clean, are you?” He’d paused, shocked at the implication. 

“Are you sure?” Jaehyun blinked at you, stopping all of his motions. 

“Why would I not be,” you chuckled, finding him silly. “I’ve been sure about this for a little while,” you smiled, rubbing your palm against his cheek, forcing him to lean in. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.” You let the ghost of your lips meet his and this was enough of a force to get the doubt out of his head. Jaehyun kissed you, resuming the stroking right after. 

You were honestly impressed he wasn’t scared, wasn’t worried about the consequences of the action. You weren’t about to let anyone know what you did on your way home, or the way you’ve been flirting with him for weeks. He must’ve been sure in you, and himself. Or was too crazy to care.  

“Do I look okay or like I was fucked on the hood of my car?” You looked at Jaehyun as you got out of the car, holding onto his palm, and the way his mouth curled up in satisfied pleasure made your nerves calm down. He didn’t look like he was regretting it, you weren’t looking like you were regretting it. You two were fine. 

“No, you look pretty, no trails of… maybe I should’ve worked harder.” His face lit up mid-sentence as he came with the remark. 

“You worked good enough, my legs feel like jelly,” you let a little pout out and let go of his hand. 

“I’m sorry,” Jaehyun closed the door of the car and looked at you, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning?” 

“You should come up,” you shrugged.

“Is that really a good idea? I mean-, how would I explain that?” His eyes darted to the CCTV at the parking lot; but you knew he meant that, and then the cameras in the elevator, hall, basically all the way up to your apartment.  

“I need your help, the apartment is empty and I’m scared going there alone. I need for you to check it’s secure.” You frowned, speaking louder than necessary; if someone was about to check the cameras, though you had no idea if they also recorded audio, they’d hear a very good reason behind your invitation, huh. 

“Mrs. Suh, of course. Please give me a minute to park the car.” Jaehyun replied in his employee manner and nodded at you, speaking louder than necessary also.  

You waited for him by the door and quietly trailed all the way up to your apartment door which he expertly opened and walked in first. It took you great effort to keep an appropriate distance from him in the elevator. 

“I’ll go check the rooms, you should stay here.”

“No, I’ll go with you. Can we start with my room?” You blinked at him seductively and it seems Jaehyun worked out the implication only then. 

“Ah-,” he let out and slouched his shoulder a little, relaxed. “You didn’t actually mean it.” He let you get in front of him and walk him to your room, opening the door and inviting him inside. 

“Don’t you ever call me by another man’s surname when it’s just you and me. Ever.” You got in front of him as soon as he closed the door behind him. You had to call him out; he’d already said it four times at least after he’d been inside you. You couldn’t allow him to continue. 

“I’m sorry, Mrs.-,” he cut himself off. “What do you want me to call you?”

You closed the gap between your bodies, getting inappropriately close to him. Your fingers laid against his clothed ribs and it was taking ginormous amount of self composure on your side to not just jump him, because his simple presence in the same room with your bed made the air all thick and hot. 

“Princess was okay,” you got on your tip-toes and trailed his mouth with yours. “Honestly, anything, as long as it’s not that,” you let your palms sneak to his back, now hugging him by his shoulder blades. Jaehyun’s palms landed onto your cheeks. 

“Shouldn’t we… not do this here?”

“It’s okay,” you kissed his lips once more. 

“This is really-, no; not even really bad. We did something really fucked up, princess. I’m going to be dead if your husband finds out, and it’s not even going to be the worst outcome. What if he lashes out on you?” You pulled Jaehyun in with you to walk him to your bed. 

“Jaehyun, he doesn’t care. If we fucked right before his nose, he wouldn’t care. We just have to be careful of the cameras, and Mrs.Lee. She’s his father’s ally, she would snitch in no time.” You listed off the obvious things, “And we can’t talk through our phones in any other way than we did before.”

“Fuck, you have it all figured out, huh?” Jaehyun chuckled and let his palms onto your waist to lay you down onto the bed, getting himself on top of you. 

“I’ve been thinking about you for a while,” you kissed his jaw, flattering your eyelashes. 

“All this time you’ve been plotting to make me the other man? And I thought I was randomly catching feelings.” He’d chuckled to himself, letting his palms lift your dress up your body. 

“You caught feelings? Fuck-,” you wanted to tease, but his fingers boldly went into your underwear and onto your sensitive bud. “Okay-,” you gasped, your chest raising up rapidly. “Can you stay to fuck me all night?”

“But I have to leave, I need sleep to drive you safely tomorrow.”

“Jae-,” you moaned, feeling his finger get inside of you. “We could do something else tomorrow; something that doesn’t involve you driving too much.”

“What would that be?” He chuckled, leaving sloppy kisses over your neck and chest. “I have to take you to your plans, not make you make plans around my needs.” 

“My plan is to spend all my days on your lap,” you mewled. 

“You are making me so fucking hard right now.” Jaehyun’s lips trailed once again all the way to your mouth and covered it in a languid kiss. 

“I wish you could stay, but Mrs.Lee shows up at 5AM to cook breakfast and I couldn’t risk your position-.” 

“You don’t have to explain, I know.” Jaehyun paced his fingers, pumping in and out to get you off. 

Your head spun as you caught your high and Jaehyun’s lips kissed your entire face, neck, chest, shoulder, any skin that was accessible to his mouth - he covered it in care and passion. 

He didn’t stay lingering even a minute. As soon as he saw you look at him normally, he’d gotten up to leave, and you had to catch him to stop; actually jumping into his arms and kissing him for another ten minutes like you were saying goodbye for forever. He’d eventually put you down and reached for the door handle. You stepped back. 

You didn’t want to walk him out; didn’t want to feel sad about him leaving. Didn’t want to walk out your room and burst the bubble you were in. The bubble which had a man that wanted to be with you, the man to whom you mattered and who mattered to you. 

Jaehyun’s fingers teased the skin of your bare thigh draped over his waist, your arm hugging  his neck. He’d been trapped under you for about half an hour and by the way his caressing was turning into nervous taps you knew he was starting to freak out about all of this. 

He wanted to get up and get dressed and leave space between you two before Mrs. Lee returned from the market. You learned in the past month that he was quite an alarmist, but it was still endearing to a point. 

You raised onto your elbows and peppered kisses onto his lips, getting all of your body weight on top of his. 

“I don’t want you to go,” you rested your palm on his cheek and traced the freckle over there with your finger. 

“Princess, I do have to get up, otherwise this is going to be the very last time we’re-,” you let your pointer finger rest over his lips. You didn’t want him to say those words out loud. You couldn’t hear them, you couldn’t process them. 

The bliss this little affair was giving you, how content your heart felt when Jaehyun’s arm wrapped around your waist was battling with constant fear and anxiety, wish to have more and knowledge you weren’t about to get anything other than this. Just these morning hours when you could kiss him and touch him. 

A couple more chances do something like this with him also appear when you drag him somewhere you couldn’t be seen. 

Obvious stuff like hotels and parks was a no go zone for you, unfortunately. You couldn’t even go to a fast food chain and share fries on a dirty table. You’ve been known as a married lady and you couldn’t risk it. Just like Jaehyun said, every wrong move could lead to this being the last time you were in his hold and you didn’t want this thing to be anywhere near the end. 

“Okay,” you pouted, earning a sigh from Jaehyun that could only mean he gave in a little. He really did, pulling your face back in front of his and letting your mouths meet once more for a lingering kiss.

He’d moved his hands away and it was your cue to untangle your self from him. 

“You’ve skipped yoga for three weeks straight in favour of… this.” He did the buttons on his shirt and looked at you through the mirror. 

“In favour of you.”  

“Yeah, me.” He was done with his top and now put his pants on, making sure the shirt was tucked snuggly into them before he did the button and the belt. “Isn’t that going to get suspicious, at one point?” He’d chewed on his cheek and turned to look directly at you. “I don’t want you to get into any trouble, princess.” 

“No one would ever figure out why I’m skipping those.”

“Well, Mrs.Lee easily could.” Jaehyun sat down on the bed and you took it as an opportunity to wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss the back of his head. 

“What do you suggest?” 

“Nothing, I just worry.” Jaehyun’s arm patted the back of your head and you moved a little forward to line your head with his. 

“Then keep your worries to yourself, please.” You pressed your mouth into his cheek. “But seriously, I mean it, baby, he doesn’t care. Not a single fucking bit,” you let a bit of hurt to get out on the surface and Jaeyhun’s fingers held your head tighter, showing you that he was sorry that some other man didn’t love you at all. Yeah, you bet he was very sorry about that. 

“You haven’t told me how all of this even happened to you?” 

“I would love to give you an answer, but I don’t even have one for myself.” You told him something you’ve told him times before. You were hoping he’d let that question go, though you were probably naive to think he’d give up. 

“Okay,” he took your hand, kissing the back of it. “I do have to get out of here and wait for you outside.”

“Mmh, I love our morning cuddles.” You whispered into his ear and kissed it, letting him go right after. 

“Where are we going today?” He cleared his voice before asking, obviously trying to divide two undividable parts of his life. 

“I am meeting my mother today and I need to shop for John’s niece’s birthday we’re going to on Saturday.” You got out of bed and didn’t bother covering yourself with the sheets, walking to the wardrobe. 

“When you speak of him like that, it doesn’t even seem believable that you two are living in two different words.”

“I’ve practiced this manner of talking and acting about him for years. We keep the facade for our families and public; but it’s nothing but a facade. You don’t need to doubt it,” you turned around suddenly to look him in the eye. “Or are you jealous?” You tried to get to him, but Jaehyun flushed and urgently turned on his heel.

“I’ll be outside.” He quickly left you alone. 

“You have to tell me what happened to the driver that worked for you before me.” Jaehyun’s palm covered your bare knee, he’d been staring at it for a long time in pure silence and you figured out he was building up the courage to ask you the question. 

“He had to leave because of a family matter.” You let a sigh out and hated yourself for using the wording. Johnny loved to use that excuse. 

“That’s it?” Jaehyun pressed, and you didn’t want to lie to him. A bit of truth won’t hurt. 

“Johnny was jealous, he thought there was more,” Jaehyun’s brows raised. “There wasn’t! He was about ten years older and had a kind heart. He was a friend, a good friend. He never gave Johnny a reason to doubt his loyalty,” you held in a breath and paused. 

“In comparison to me,” you covered Jaehyun’s mouth with your finger.

“I think it’s Mrs. Lee who spread the rumour to the Suhs. Since it could’ve hurt their reputation they just fired him.” Your fingers caressed Jaehyun’s jaw, pulling his mouth to yours, but he’d resisted to move in closer. 

“You always say he doesn’t care, but he does…?” Jaehyun looked into your eyes and you could read I’m doomed in his stare. 

“No, he cares for his reputation, he doesn’t care about me. If his reputation is at stake, then yes-,” your caresses became more forceful, like that could calm his worries down. 

“Did you talk to that man-friend of yours afterwards?” Jaehyun stopped your hand and took it in his, “You’re sure all he got was being fired?” Jaehyun was scared for his life, now you could see it. You wanted to let out a scoff, but the fear was valid. You didn’t want to worry him, you didn’t want to fight, you just wanted it all to be as it is. 

“No-,” you swallowed. You didn’t dare to, and well, “I was busy and you showed up the very next day I realised it was going to happen. I was worried you were here to snoop - I didn’t want to put the man in trouble. I never did, and now it’s too late and I-.” You were lost for words, you took a hitched breath and closed your mouth. 

You could see more questions linger on Jaehyun’s tongue. Were you saying the truth? Was all of this true? If he’ll be brave enough to ask, you’ll be brave enough to tell him the truth. 

Jaehyun gave you a nod, and swallowed thickly. You knew he accepted your words. 

“You’re different, you don’t have to worry. You are everything to me,” you whispered and felt your own self shiver at the pureness of the confession. He caressed your cheek with his thumb and leaned in, finally covering your mouth with his.

TBC

You felt weak with his arms around your body, not because Jaehyun was much stronger than you, but because your body couldn’t fight him at all. He started kissing your neck while his left hand was brushing your right arm, then his hand found its way to your thigh. You were just wearing a cycling shorts shorts jersey and a big shirt that covered your bottom and didn’t have any bra either. His hand started roaming on your hips inside your big shirt while kissing your neck. You tilted it to the side to give him more access, which made Jaehyun smile through his kisses. His hands found your boobs with pricking nipples because of the sensation you were feeling. He started massaging your right boobs while his kisses moved to your jaw and his right hand travelled down to your heating core. You gasped and were startled a little when his fingers came into contact with your wet core. "It’s okay, I can stop if you don’t want to," Jaehyun said, as he kissed your earlobes. You shook your head to oppose him, "I-it’s fine." You replied, still closing your eyes, "It’s just, it’s been a while."

"Then I’ll be careful." He kissed your cheeks as he brushed his fingers over your soaking wet cycling shorts. Since the cycling shorts were fitted, he easily found your clit and brushed his fingers there too. When he got enough of rubbing your wetness, he brought you with him near the countertop with your back still facing him, "Bend over." You followed what he said. He then started removing your cycling shorts along with your underwear. Jaehyun then stripped off his pants and boxers. "I have to enter you raw, babe," he informed you, and you nodded, giving him permission. When he angled his tip towards your entrance, you slightly moved and shut your eyes for a while. "It’s okay, I’ll be careful," he assured you as he held your hips, stroking them up and down, trying to calm you down. "Slowly," he said, as he slowly entered you from behind. He wasn’t even halfway through when you cursed, "F-fuck it, jae," you said, then bit your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly because of the pain and ecstasy you were feeling. "I’m not totally inside, baby," he whispered to your ear and kissed your neck.

When he’s finally inside you completely, he then starts moving his hips slowly for you to adjust and become familiar with his cock. "Y-you’re this big?" you asked him out of the blue, "shall we do it often, so you can get used to it?" He replied and smiled. When Jaehyun noticed you somehow adjusted to his size, he started moving a little bit faster and spread your legs wider for a better angle. He hit your g-spot, which made you whimper, "there." You moan, he thrusts again, aiming for the same spot you mentioned, "Oh god," you're about to have an orgasm as he keeps hitting your spot, "fuck fuck fuck" curses keep coming out of your mouth, "Are you close?" "Cum on my dick then," he said, and you release while chasing your breath.

Jaehyun then removed his shaft inside you and helped you stand up properly, holding your back. You faced him and looked into his eyes, scowling. He found you cute, so he kissed your lips. He said, "You're not going to meet Johnny, you’ll spend your whole day with me," he said, then kissed your lips again with his smile plastered on. You moved away from him a little, stopping him from kissing you. "No, we’ll have to talk." He started removing your shirt, which exposed your whole body. He then grabbed your waist and started kissing your lips again. "I think we’ll talk in your room... hmm?" he said between your kisses as he brought your two legs to his hips to make you tangle them as he held your ass and carried you inside the room.

His gaze dropped to the coffee machine, jaw flexing. “You changed the settings again.”

She arched a brow, lifting her mug. “Yeah. And?”

“You know other people live here, right?” He stepped into the kitchen, voice clipped. “Not everything has to be adjusted for your… preferences.”

Y/N smirked into her coffee, savoring the way he was already wound up before she’d even finished her first sip. “Then maybe you should wake up earlier if you care that much. First come, first serve.”

Jaehyun muttered under his breath, grabbing a mug with more force than necessary. He looked every bit the campus heartthrob everyone whispered about—the guy with the motorcycle, the leather jacket, the arrogant smirk. The same guy she found insufferable. At least that's what she's been telling herself recently

“I swear,” he said, turning the machine back to its original settings, “you’re always here. Don’t you have your own house?”

“Aw,” Y/N cooed, leaning casually against the counter, “do I annoy you that much? Because if I do, I’ll make sure to come over more often. Just for you.”

For the briefest second, his eyes flicked over her body—down her bare legs, lingering on the curve of her thighs, before darting back up. He masked it quickly.

She brushed past him deliberately, her shoulder grazing his arm as she reached for her phone. “Don’t let me get in the way of your perfect little routine, Jeong.”

He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “God, I’ll never understand how Minji puts up with you after so many years.”

“And yet,” she tossed over her shoulder as she headed upstairs, “here I am. Drinking your coffee.”

Jaehyun watched her go, lips twitching despite himself. He told himself it was irritation that made his chest feel tight—not the sight of her legs disappearing up the stairs.

Minutes later, the growl of motorcycles echoed faintly from the driveway outside. His friends had come to pick him up. Jaehyun set down his mug, running a hand through his hair as he left the kitchen, trying not to think about how the morning had started—with Y/N smirking at him in his kitchen, in shorts that were way too short.

Y/N’s footsteps faded up the stairs, leaving the kitchen quiet except for the hiss of the coffee machine.

A moment later, Minji wandered in, hair pulled up in a messy bun, still in her pajama shorts. She blinked at her older brother hovering by the counter with a mug in hand, his expression caught somewhere between annoyed and thoughtful.

“What’s your problem?” she asked, heading straight for the fridge.

Jaehyun scoffed, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Explain to me how the hell you’re still best friends with her.”

Minji pulled out a carton of orange juice, unfazed. “With who? Y/N?”

“Obviously.” He gestured vaguely toward the stairs. “She’s—irritating. Pretentious. Spoilt. I don’t get it. You get along with literally everyone but her.”

Minji poured her juice and shrugged, calm as ever. “Correction: she gets along with everyone except you.”

Jaehyun narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”

“Maybe Y/N’s not the problem, Jae. Maybe you are.”

He barked out a laugh, sharp and disbelieving. “Yeah, right. There’s no chance. She’s self-absorbed, bratty, thinks the whole world revolves around her.”

Minji sipped her juice, leaning on the counter. “She’s not like that. Okay, maybe she’s a little spoilt, but blame her parents for that one. It doesn’t make her a bad person.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, muttering into his coffee, “Whatever. I’m going out with the guys.”

As if on cue, the low rumble of motorcycle engines reached the driveway. The sound always made Minji groan—she swore her brother and his friends lived to annoy the entire neighborhood.

Jaehyun grabbed his jacket off the back of a chair and headed for the door, pulling it on with practiced ease. His friends were already spilling across the lawn when he stepped outside, helmets tucked under their arms, voices loud with laughter.

“Yo, Jae,” one of them called out as he swung a leg over his bike. “That's Y/N's in your driveway, right? Your sister’s friend?”

Jaehyun gave him a sharp look. “Why?”

The guy grinned. “She’s cute. I was thinking of asking her out.”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, sliding on his helmet. “Don’t bother. She’s probably taken.” He swung onto his bike, voice laced with dry disdain. “She’s the type to have some poor nerd wrapped around her finger, doing all her work for her at her job while she bats her lashes.”

The group laughed, engines revving, but Jaehyun’s jaw stayed tight beneath his smirk. He didn’t admit—even to himself—that the thought of one of his friends asking her out made his chest twist unpleasantly.

The second night at the Jeongs’ felt much the same as the first: late-night snacks, Netflix, and Minji passing out before the third episode of whatever series they’d promised to binge together. Y/N, however, wasn’t even remotely tired.

When she slipped out of Minji’s room to grab a glass of water, she nearly walked right into Jaehyun. He was coming up the stairs, hair damp from a late shower, hoodie hanging loose over sweatpants. Their eyes locked for a moment too long before he rolled his eyes and kept walking.

“Wow. No ‘hi’? No manners?” Y/N muttered, brushing past him with her glass.

“Didn’t know you were still here,” Jaehyun shot back over his shoulder. “Figures.”

She scoffed, clutching her glass tighter. “God, you’re insufferable.”

“And yet you keep coming over.” His smirk was faint, but it was there, and she hated that she noticed it.

The night was quiet after that—until an ear-piercing squeal tore through the hall.

Jaehyun nearly dropped his phone as his door swung open. Y/N came bolting out of the guest room in shorts and an oversized T-shirt, face pale and eyes wide. She crashed straight into his chest, clutching his hoodie like it was a lifeline.

“Jesus—what the hell—”

“Spider!” she whisper-yelled, pointing frantically back into the room. “It’s huge, Jaehyun. You need to get rid of it.”

He blinked down at her, amusement already tugging at the corners of his mouth. “...A spider?”

“Yes!” she hissed, shoving him toward the guest room door. “Go! Before it disappears and I lose it and it crawls on me in my sleep!”

Jaehyun planted his feet, unmoving. “And why should I risk my life for you?”

Y/N gawked at him. “Risk your life? It’s a spider, not a bear!”

“Still. Doesn’t sound like my problem.” He tilted his head, a teasing gleam in his eyes, his voice dropping lower and deeper. “What do I get in return?”

Her mouth fell open. “You’re seriously negotiating with me right now?”

He shrugged casually, the picture of smugness. “I don’t work for free.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Fine. I’ll—I’ll owe you one.”

“That’s too vague,” he said, already backing away, pretending to turn toward his room. “Guess you’ll just have to live with your new roommate.”

“Wait—Jaehyun!” she hissed, tugging his sleeve before he could leave. Her voice dropped into a begrudging growl. “Ugh, fine. Whatever you want. Just kill it!”

Satisfied, he stepped into the room, spotting the culprit clinging to the corner of the ceiling. With lazy ease, he grabbed a tissue, took it down, and tossed it in the trash. He dusted his hands off like he’d just saved the kingdom from a dragon.

“There. Your knight in shining armor,” he said dryly. “You’re welcome.”

Y/N, still pressed against the doorframe, scowled. “You’re unbearable.”

He smirked on his way out, voice dropping low just to needle her. “Don’t forget—you owe me now.”

And with that, Jaehyun disappeared into his own room, door clicking shut behind him.

Left alone in the hallway, Y/N pressed her hands to her burning cheeks, catching herself smiling like an idiot. She quickly shook her head, muttering to herself as she crept back into bed.

It was just a spider. Nothing more.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

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Y/N lay in the dark guest bedroom, the house quiet save for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Sleep refused to come. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Jaehyun’s smirk in the hallway, heard his voice low and teasing as he said, You owe me now.

It was ridiculous. He was Minji’s older brother. He was irritating, smug, loud—everything that drove her crazy. And yet… it wasn’t the first time he’d left her heart stumbling over itself.

Her mind slipped back years without her permission, tugging her into the past.

She was seven, maybe eight. The summer heat clung heavy in the air, cicadas screeching from the trees as she and Minji zoomed around the neighborhood park on rollerblades. Minji was fearless, racing down the uneven pavement, hair flying behind her. Y/N, however, wobbled dangerously with every push.

“Don’t fall!” Minji called, already halfway to the basketball court.

“I’m trying!” Y/N squeaked, arms pinwheeling for balance.

Before she could tip forward, a steady hand caught her elbow. She looked up to see Jaehyun, taller and older by four years, steadying her with practiced ease.

“Careful,” he said, his voice gentle in the way older boys’ voices always carried authority to younger kids. “Keep your knees bent. If you’re too stiff, you’ll fall harder.”

Y/N flushed, nodding quickly, trying to focus on her skates instead of the boy holding her upright. “Okay.”

He walked alongside her, never letting go until she found her rhythm. When she stumbled again, his arm was already there to catch her.

Later, when Minji tripped and scraped her knee, it was Jaehyun who knelt down, rummaging through his backpack for tissues and a Band-Aid. Y/N had stood nearby, clutching her helmet strap, watching the way he frowned with concentration as he patched up his little sister. The sun had glinted off his dark hair, his expression unusually soft.

Something fluttered in her chest then. Something she didn’t have a name for yet.

Years later, at the mall, she remembered trailing after him and Minji. She’d dropped her ice cream, the scoop splattering onto the tile. Before she could cry, Jaehyun had wordlessly handed her his own cone and gone back to buy another for himself.

She’d hugged it to her chest, feeling absurdly special.

And then middle school turned into high school, and Jaehyun’s world widened. Suddenly there were older girls hanging around the Jeong house, girls with glossy hair and painted nails who laughed too loud at his jokes. Y/N remembered the ache in her chest when she overheard him on the phone, voice low and flirty in a way it had never been with her.

She told herself it was fine. She was just a dumb kid with a crush, and he was Minji’s brother. It didn’t matter.

Now, lying in the dark as an adult, Y/N pressed her face into the pillow and sighed. Age didn’t matter anymore—not really. She wasn’t a little girl trailing behind anymore. But whatever spark she used to feel? It was ancient history. A silly childhood crush. That’s all it had been.

She needed to move on. Once and for all.

Her heart gave a tiny, traitorous skip when she remembered how close he’d been in the hallway tonight, his hoodie brushing her fingers, his smirk hovering inches from her face. She shoved the thought away, sitting up in bed with determination.

No more pining. No more Jaehyun.

Tomorrow, she decided, she was going to start putting herself out there. She was going to get a boyfriend—someone kind, someone who didn’t make her blood boil every time he opened his mouth.

Someone who wasn’t her best friend's infuriating older brother.

The smell of eggs and toast drifted through the kitchen as Y/N slid into her usual spot at the table, hair still damp from her shower. Minji was humming to herself, piling fruit into a bowl while Jaehyun sat across from them, scrolling lazily through his phone between bites of breakfast.

Y/N hesitated, fingers tapping on the edge of her plate. Then she leaned toward her best friend. “Hey… so, um, do you know any guys you can set me up with?”

Minji’s head snapped up, eyes going wide. “Wait—what? You? Finally?” She dropped the spoon into the fruit bowl with a clatter, grinning ear to ear. “Oh my god, Y/N, I thought this day would never come!”

Y/N laughed, cheeks warming. “Don’t sound so shocked. I just… think I’m ready. I want to try, you know? Actually date someone.”

“Say less.” Minji practically bounced in her seat. “I’ll set something up tonight. My coworker has a friend—he’s cute, funny, nice. You’d like him.”

Before Y/N could respond, Jaehyun’s voice cut across the table, dry and sharp.

“Good luck finding someone who can handle your attitude.”

Y/N’s fork froze halfway to her mouth. She turned slowly, glaring at him. “Excuse me?”

Jaehyun didn’t even look up from his phone, one corner of his mouth lifting. “You heard me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. “Please. Watch me. I’ll have a boyfriend by the end of next week.”

That made him glance up, finally meeting her stare. His gaze lingered for just a second too long, unreadable, before he set his phone down and shoved the last bite of toast into his mouth.

“Sure,” he said flatly, standing and grabbing his plate. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He rinsed his dish, grabbed his keys from the counter, and left without another word. The faint roar of his motorcycle followed a minute later, engines revving as he sped off.

Y/N clenched her jaw, determination setting in like iron. If she had to, she’d go on ten dates in the next week. Anything to prove him wrong. Anything to prove—to herself—that she could finally move on.

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The restaurant Minji’s coworker had recommended was cozy and warm, dim lights strung across the ceiling and quiet jazz humming in the background. Y/N had been nervous walking in, but when she spotted Joon waving from a corner booth, her nerves immediately began to ease.

He was handsome in an approachable way—clean-cut, broad-shouldered, with a friendly smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“Y/N?” he stood as she approached, pulling her chair out for her.

“Yeah,” she smiled, brushing her hair back as she sat. “Nice to meet you, Joon.”

From the first five minutes, the conversation flowed easily. They traded stories about university classes, favorite coffee shops, late-night study habits. He made her laugh—really laugh—in a way she hadn’t realized she’d been craving.

Halfway through dinner, he mentioned casually, “You know, I think I’ve seen you before. You’re always at the Jeongs’ place, right?”

Y/N blinked. “...Yeah. Minji’s my best friend.”

Joon grinned. “Small world. I know Jaehyun. We play basketball sometimes at the gym.”

Her stomach flipped. For a second, she almost sputtered, but she forced a casual laugh. “Oh, really? That’s… funny.”

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, he’s a beast on the court. You’d never know from how laid back he acts outside.”

She bit her lip, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the thought of Jaehyun being “laid back.” Still, she couldn’t deny that Joon seemed sweet, normal, uncomplicated. Exactly what she needed.

By the end of the night, Y/N was glowing. Joon walked her out to his car, opened the door for her, and drove her home without a single awkward silence. When he parked in front of her place, he leaned closer, his voice warm.

“I had a really great time tonight.”

Her chest fluttered. “Me too.”

He hesitated only briefly before leaning in, brushing a soft, respectful kiss over her lips. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, her heart skipping in her chest. When he pulled back, she was smiling so wide it hurt.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Joon.”

She slipped out of the car, practically floating up the steps and into the house. As soon as the door shut behind her, she pulled out her phone, hitting Minji’s contact.

The moment her best friend picked up, Y/N collapsed onto the couch, kicking her feet like a teenager. “Oh my god, Minji. He was perfect. Seriously, I think this is it. We had so much in common, he’s funny, he’s so sweet. And he kissed me, Minji! He kissed me and it wasn’t awkward or weird—it was perfect.”

Her voice carried with excited breathlessness, echoing faintly through the walls.

In the room next door, Jaehyun lay flat on his bed, one arm draped over his forehead. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but every word floated clearly through the thin wall between their rooms.

Kissed me. Perfect. So sweet.

His jaw tightened, teeth grinding together as he stared up at the ceiling.

Joon. Of course it was Joon.

The thought of Y/N smiling like that—because of someone else—settled heavy and uncomfortable in his chest.

He turned onto his side, shoving a pillow over his head as if that would block her giddy voice. It didn’t.

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The sun was hot overhead, cicadas buzzing in the distance, when Jaehyun opened the sliding door and let a group of guys spill into the Jeongs’ backyard. They carried basketballs and water bottles, their voices loud with laughter as they headed straight for the driveway court.

Y/N reclined on a pool float, sunglasses perched on her nose, while Minji sat on the edge of the pool kicking her feet in the water. They both looked up when the guys arrived.

“Is that… Joon?” Minji whispered, nudging Y/N.

Sure enough, Joon spotted her instantly, breaking into a grin. “Y/N!”

He walked right over, water bottle dangling from one hand, and leaned down to hug her, not caring that her skin was still damp from the pool. “Hey, you look gorgeous.”

Y/N felt her face warm under the compliment. “Hi. What are you doing here?”

“Jae invited me for a game,” he said easily. Then his smile softened. “But I was gonna ask if you’d let me steal you away tonight? Dinner, maybe?”

Y/N blinked, surprised by how casually he asked, but she found herself smiling back. “Sure. We can go once you’re done here.”

“Perfect.” He gave her hand a quick squeeze before jogging back toward the court.

From where he stood bouncing a basketball, Jaehyun’s expression flickered at the sight. He turned abruptly, tossing the ball to another guy. “Let’s run it.”

The game started with easy competition, but the longer they played, the more aggressive Jaehyun became. His muscles flexed under the sun, sweat glistening on his skin. At one point, he tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

Y/N caught herself staring before she could stop it. His abs were cut, a faint trail of hair disappearing under the waistband of his shorts. She bit down on her lip, trying to redirect her gaze toward the pool tiles, toward literally anywhere else.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. He’s Jaehyun. He’s an ass.

But her stomach flipped traitorously anyway. The issue with knowing someone from when you're both young, is that every memory good and bad cling to you like glue. As much as Jaehyun might tease and irritate her now, she knows the good person underneath those layers of ego.

The sharp sound of sneakers skidding on pavement broke her daze. She looked up just in time to see Jaehyun shove Joon mid-play—too hard. Joon’s feet tangled, and he hit the pavement with a dull thud.

“Shit,” Jaehyun muttered immediately, crouching down to help him up. “You good? My bad, man.”

But Minji and Y/N were already on their way over, water dripping from their legs as they rushed out of the pool.

“Joon!” Y/N crouched beside him, eyes wide. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Joon said quickly, brushing gravel off his elbow. He gave her a reassuring smile. “Really, don’t worry.”

Y/N looked over at Jaehyun, scowling. “What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t have to go that hard.”

“It was a mistake,” Jaehyun shot back, eyes narrowing at her tone.

“Yeah, sure,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. Standing, she turned back to Joon. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

Joon nodded, still rubbing his elbow, and followed her toward the house.

Behind them, Jaehyun straightened slowly, jaw tight, watching her leave with someone else.

Dinner with Joon had been easy. He made her laugh, asked about her work, and even remembered little details she’d mentioned on their first date. When he walked her up the steps of the Jeong’s house, Y/N felt light—like maybe this was what she needed. Someone simple. Someone good.

They kissed on the doorstep, his hands warm on her waist, her cheeks heating under the closeness. And of course, that’s exactly when the front door creaked open.

Jaehyun stood there, leaning against the frame, his expression dark like thunderclouds. “Minji’s asking for you,” he muttered, voice low and edged.

Y/N broke away from Joon reluctantly, smiling apologetically at him before promising they’d talk tomorrow. Joon gave her one last peck and headed to his car.

As soon as the headlights disappeared down the street, Y/N turned, folding her arms across her chest. “What the hell is your problem?” she hissed, stepping inside.

Jaehyun shut the door with a grunt. “My problem? I don’t have one.”

“You’ve been acting like a jerk every time Joon’s around,” she shot back, her irritation bubbling.

He glanced at her, almost amused. “I just don’t want to see you playing around with him. He’s a good guy. So unless you’re serious, don’t lead him on.”

Y/N gaped at him, jaw slack. “Excuse me? I’d never do that. I like him, okay? He’s… good for me.”

Jaehyun tilted his head, a smirk pulling at his lips like he knew something she didn’t. “Does he know you had the biggest crush on me when you were younger?”

Her stomach dropped. Heat rushed to her face. “What—”

He chuckled at her expression, low and rich. “Come on, Y/N. It was obvious. The way you followed me and Minji around, blushed every time I helped you up when you fell… you might as well have had it written on your forehead.”

She clenched her fists, trying to ignore the way her ears burned. “Don’t worry, I don’t feel that way anymore.” Her voice was sharp, defensive.

“Sure,” Jaehyun said, drawing out the word, like he didn’t believe a single syllable. He walked past her, brushing her shoulder as he headed upstairs. “If you say so.”

Y/N stood frozen in the entryway, her chest tight, thoughts tangled. She’d gone out tonight with the full intention of moving on. Joon was perfect. Sweet. Easy. But the second Jaehyun smirked at her like that, like he knew her better than she knew herself, all of it unraveled.

When did her life get so complicated?

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The morning sun was already warm as Y/N leaned over the hood of her stalled car, squinting down at the mess of wires and metal she had no idea how to fix. She huffed, wiping the back of her hand against her forehead.

“Great,” she muttered. “Just perfect.”

She was so focused on pretending she knew what she was looking at that she almost missed the low, throaty roar of an engine approaching. A motorcycle zoomed past, the sound vibrating through her chest, and then slowed. Her brows furrowed when the rider circled back, pulling up beside her car with practiced ease.

The helmet came off, and her stomach dropped.

Jaehyun.

Of course.

“What happened?” he asked, swinging one long leg over the bike as if he’d walked out of a movie. His hair was a little messy from the helmet, jaw sharp in the morning light. He looked unfairly good for someone who was supposed to just be Minji’s annoying older brother.

Y/N cleared her throat. “Car’s dead. That’s all I know.”

He leaned over the hood, humming low as he checked a few things. She hated the way her pulse picked up at the sight of his veins flexing along his forearm, the way his shirt stretched across his back.

“Yeah,” he said finally, standing straight and wiping his hands on his jeans. “You’re not driving this anywhere. You’ll need to get it towed.”

She groaned. “That’s just what I needed.”

“I can give you a ride for now,” he offered, jerking his thumb toward the motorcycle.

Her eyes widened instantly. “On that death machine? Absolutely not.”

He grinned, boyish and cocky. “Relax. It’s not going to kill you.”

“You don’t know that.”

He stepped closer, voice dropping, suddenly serious in that way he sometimes got. “Y/N… do you really think I’d ever put you in danger?”

Her breath caught. For a moment, the years peeled back—flashes of Jaehyun holding her hands steady while she wobbled on rollerblades, his patient “I’ve got you, don’t fall” echoing in her head. Him stepping in front of her on the playground when older kids teased. Him tying her shoelaces when she was too small to get the knot right.

He’d always been her protector. Always.

Y/N shook her head faintly, mumbling, “No.”

His smile softened. He slid the helmet into her hands. “Then trust me. Get on.”

She hesitated but eventually pulled the helmet over her head, muttering curses under her breath. But when Jaehyun gestured for her to climb on, she frowned at the seat behind him.

“Just get on in front,” he said, matter-of-fact. “You’re shorter, it’ll be easier.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. “In… front?”

He didn’t answer, just helped her up before she could argue. She perched stiffly on the seat, hands gripping the handles, trying not to focus on how warm his body felt pressed against her back.

Jaehyun leaned forward, his arms caging hers as he reached for the handlebars. She inhaled sharply when his chest brushed her shoulder blades, when his breath ghosted against her ear.

“Relax,” he murmured, his hand briefly settling at her waist, steadying her. “You’re too tense.”

Easier said than done.

The engine roared to life, and they pulled out onto the street. Y/N expected to be terrified, but instead—wind in her hair, Jaehyun’s steady presence behind her—it felt… exhilarating. Safe, even. She caught herself smiling before quickly shaking it off.

By the time they pulled into the Jeongs’ driveway, her pulse was racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the motorcycle.

Jaehyun killed the engine, swinging off easily. Then he held out his hands to help her down, his touch lingering a second too long at her waist.

“See?” he said with that maddening half-smirk. “Told you it was fine.”

Y/N avoided his eyes as she handed him the helmet, muttering, “Thanks.”

He tilted his head, watching her as if he could read her thoughts. She scurried toward the door before he could say anything else, her heart still pounding from the ride—though she wasn’t sure if it was the motorcycle or Jaehyun himself that had her so rattled.

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Jaehyun wasn’t sure when it happened.

For as long as he could remember, Y/N had been just Minji’s best friend—the kid who trailed around their house, who he ruffled the hair of and teased the same way he would a little sister. She was part of the furniture of his life, someone he instinctively wanted to protect, the way he always did with Minji. That was the role she played in his head for years. Safe. Familiar. Untouchable.

But somewhere along the line—maybe after she graduated university, maybe after that one summer when she came home looking more like a woman than the girl he’d always known—something shifted.

It was the little things at first. The way her sundress clung to her curves in the late heat of July. The playful lilt in her voice when she teased him back now, no longer shrinking when he threw a jab. The confidence she carried herself with, sharp enough to make him shut up when she wanted to. He caught himself staring too long, listening too closely, noticing things he shouldn’t.

And once he noticed, he couldn’t stop.

He remembered how obvious her crush had been years ago, how he brushed it off with a laugh. Kids had crushes on older boys all the time—especially on their best friend’s older brother. He never gave it a second thought back then. But now… now he found himself wondering if that spark she once carried for him had really gone out.

Because when she laughed, when she smiled at someone else, when she leaned in too close to that guy Joon… something burned low in his chest, hot and uninvited.

Jaehyun had never had a first love. He never thought much about the concept. But Y/N… she already had hers. Him.

And maybe—just maybe—those kinds of feelings don’t disappear. Maybe they just wait for the right moment to come back.

The dangerous part was, he was starting to think… she might be his too.

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The next time Y/N saw him, Jaehyun leaned against the counter like he had been waiting for her, casual but sharp-eyed in a way that always made her suspicious.

“I’m cashing out,” he said simply.

Y/N froze mid-step. “Cashing out…?”

“The favor you owe me when I got rid of that spider for you” His lips curved, smug, like he’d been holding this card in his pocket for months. “I know exactly what I want.”

Her eyes narrowed. “This can’t be good.”

“There’s a high school reunion coming up,” Jaehyun explained, folding his arms across his chest. “Couple of my exes will be there. And I don’t feel like sitting alone at a table while everyone else shows off their engagement rings and wedding bands.”

Y/N blinked. “So… what, you want me to help you dodge awkward small talk?”

He shook his head, that lazy grin still playing on his mouth. “I want you to come with me. As my date.”

Y/N burst out laughing, but the sound died quick when she realized he wasn’t joking. “You’re serious? You can’t just— I don’t know—ask someone to go with you as an actual date?”

“Why bother?” He pushed off the counter, stepping closer, lowering his voice like he was telling her something dangerous. “You already know me. You wouldn’t need the crash course. I need a long-term girlfriend to sell it, someone who can keep up with me.” His eyes swept over her, lingering just a second too long. “And you’ll do just fine.”

She folded her arms tight against her chest, glaring up at him. “Fine. But after this, we’re even. I don’t owe you anything.”

“Fine,” he agreed easily, too easily.

There was a beat, a long silence she couldn’t read, before Jaehyun added smoothly, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow. Five p.m. Sharp. Wear something pretty.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “Excuse me? I’m always pretty.”

His smirk softened into something else—something she didn’t expect—as he glanced at her once, then turned away. “Yeah, I know.” He tossed it over his shoulder like it was nothing, walking off while she stood frozen, heart hammering.

Like he hadn’t just stopped her entire world with three words. What did he mean by that? 

Her phone buzzed. Joon’s name lit up the screen.

“Hey,” his voice came warm through the line, easy in a way that made her smile. “I was thinking… tomorrow night, dinner? There’s this new place I want to try.”

Y/N’s smile faltered. “Tomorrow night?” She hesitated, Jaehyun’s words still echoing in her ears. Wear something pretty. “I… I can’t. I’m busy. But maybe another day?”

There was a pause on the other end, a beat too long before Joon answered. “Sure. Another day.”

When the call ended, she stared at her phone in silence, chewing on her bottom lip.

Busy. She’d told Joon she was busy. But the truth was, she was about to spend the night pretending to be Jaehyun’s girlfriend.

And she wasn’t sure which part of that scared her more—the pretending… or the way she already knew it wouldn’t feel like pretending at all.

The reunion hall is buzzing—old classmates catching up, people showing off engagement rings, others comparing careers. Jaehyun’s tall frame makes him stand out instantly, and Y/N feels eyes turning their way as he guides her through the crowd, hand secure at her waist.

His ex, Hana, looks stunning in a sleek black dress, but her polite smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes when she greets them. “Wow, Jaehyun,” she says sweetly. “Didn’t expect to see you here… with a girlfriend.”

Jaehyun’s lips curve, tightening his hold on Y/N’s waist. “Yeah, it’s been a while, huh? This is Y/N. We’ve been together for a while now.”

Y/N manages a smile, hoping her voice won’t crack. “Nice to meet you.”

Hana tilts her head, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Oh, I think I’ve seen you before. Weren’t you Minji’s little shadow?”

The words sting, like being shoved right back into childhood. Y/N forces a laugh. “Guilty, we're still best friends. But I’m not so little anymore.”

Jaehyun’s hand squeezes her waist—subtle, reassuring, almost protective. “No,” he murmurs low enough that only she hears, “definitely not.”

Heat flares up her neck, and she nearly trips over her own heels. Hana smirks at the interaction, clearly noticing the slip. “Well,” she says, “I guess everyone’s settling down these days. Some faster than others.” Her eyes flick between them, pointed.

Jaehyun only smirks back, the kind of arrogant, unbothered smirk that used to drive girls wild in high school. “Guess I just got lucky.”

He presses a quick kiss to Y/N’s temple before she can react, and her entire body locks up. Hana’s expression falters for the briefest second before she covers it with a laugh. “Right. Lucky.” She excuses herself to go greet someone else, leaving Y/N still frozen.

Jaehyun leans down, murmuring close to her ear. “Relax, princess. You’re shaking like it’s your first time holding hands.”

Y/N scoffs, though her voice comes out softer than intended. “Maybe it’s because you’re taking this a little too seriously.”

But Jaehyun only grins, tugging her closer as if they’ve been doing this forever. And Y/N realizes with a sinking feeling—it’s not just Hana who’s buying the act. She’s starting to buy it too.

Jae leaned back in his chair, sipping from his glass, when Y/N’s pointed little scoff reached him.

“How many damn exes do you even have?” she muttered, crossing her arms after the second girl that evening had cornered them with too-sweet smiles and too many questions.

Jae gave a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck like a schoolboy caught red-handed. “Alright, maybe…a few too many.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, the corners of her lips twitching. “You had a playboy phase, didn’t you?”

“Guilty,” he admitted with a small laugh. “I just wasn’t looking to commit back then.”

She tilted her head, studying him like she was putting together a puzzle. “Ever had a serious girlfriend? Longer than three months?”

“Nope.”

The answer was so easy, so casual, that it left her blinking. She’d always assumed Jae had one or two real relationships tucked into his past, maybe even a heartbreak or two that shaped the man he was now. But to hear he’d never let anyone close enough, never let himself cross that invisible line into something lasting—it surprised her.

And for some reason, that surprise felt like relief. Like something heavy lifted off her chest. She didn’t know why. He always seemed so mysterious and private, like she could never get the details of his life but recently, she feels like she can read him so easily. 

Before she could unpack it, the music shifted. A slow melody unfurled through the room, couples already drifting onto the dance floor. Jae stood, offering his hand with that easy confidence that always made her heart skip in ways she didn’t like to admit.

“Dance with me?”

Y/N hesitated a beat before slipping her hand into his. The warmth of his palm, the firmness of his grip—it sent a shiver down her spine as he pulled her close. Her arms found their place around his neck, and his settled low on her hips, fingers brushing the fabric of her dress. He tried not to think about the curve beneath his hands, tried to focus on anything but the way her baby-blue dress clung to her just enough to drive him crazy.

And she—she was trying not to think about how this felt like a dream she’d had when she was eight, twirling in her room and imagining one day she’d get to hold Jaehyun Jeong this close. She has to constantly remind herself in her head that this is a fake date, not a real one. 

He didn’t look away from her. Not once. His gaze was steady, his expression soft, and it made her dizzy. The faint scent of his cologne wrapped around her, warm and sharp all at once.

“You’re so beautiful...you always have been,” he said softly.

Her brain short-circuited. Her lips parted, but the only sound that stumbled out was a faint, “Thanks…” She wanted to kick herself—how could one compliment undo her so completely?

He didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he did and decided not to push. His voice dropped lower. “Why’d you suddenly want to start dating?”

Y/N shrugged, her arms tightening just slightly around his neck. “I just think it’s time I look for…companionship.”

“You can find that in friendships too,” Jae pointed out gently, his thumb brushing idly against her hip.

“I know,” she admitted, eyes darting away from his. “But I want romance. Someone to love. I want to be someone’s first choice.”

The words spilled out before she could stop them, more honest than she intended, and suddenly the air between them felt heavy, charged.

“I love Minji, she's my best friend and favourite person,” she continued, voice soft, “but she has her boyfriend and everyone I know including her will eventually get married someday. And I know I’ll never come first. I don’t want to come second anymore.”

Jae nodded, understanding flickering in his eyes. His jaw tightened slightly, like he knew exactly what she meant. “Yeah…coming first to someone would be nice. Not just in the moment but for a lifetime”

The song faded, the moment stretching until they both had to let go. His hands lingered at her waist a second too long before he stepped back, offering her his arm.

“Come on,” he said, forcing a lighter tone. “Dinner’s about to start.”

She smiled faintly, slipping her hand through the crook of his arm, letting him lead her toward their table. But her heart was still tangled up in the sound of his voice saying she was beautiful.

And Jae couldn’t stop thinking about how natural it felt to hold her like that—and how dangerous it was that he wanted to again.

At their table, Jaehyun and Y/N found themselves seated across from one of his ex-girlfriends and her husband. To Y/N’s relief, this one was nothing like the last two who had eyed her up and down like she was some kind of test subject. Instead, she was warm, cheerful, and seemed genuinely happy with her husband—leaning against him in the kind of casual, easy way that came from years of comfort.

She asked them the typical reunion questions: How did you two meet? How long have you been together?

Y/N jumped in with a quick answer, spinning some half-truth about knowing each other for years, while Jaehyun casually filled in the gaps, his hand resting on the back of Y/N’s chair. It was almost… too natural. 

When Y/N turned to chat with the husband about his job, Jaehyun’s ex leaned across the table with a conspiratorial smile. Her voice dropped just enough so it wouldn’t carry.

“It’s so nice to see you in love. Honestly, I never thought I’d see Jeong Jaehyun in a committed relationship—but she seems so good for you.”

Jaehyun froze for a beat, caught off guard. For once, he didn’t have a slick answer ready. Something in his chest twisted at her words—because she said it so genuinely, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He forced a smile, tight but polite.

“Thanks,” he murmured, before glancing toward Y/N.

Almost without thinking, Jaehyun reached for her hand under the table. He laced their fingers together, and then—too smooth, too instinctive—lifted her hand to his lips, brushing the back of it with a soft kiss.

Y/N nearly yanked her hand away in shock. Her breath caught, her entire body buzzing like someone had plugged her into a socket. It’s nothing, he’s just playing his part, stop overreacting, she scolded herself. But her hand didn’t move away. In fact, it tightened around his out of reflex, grounding herself against the wave of heat curling in her stomach.

She forced a quick smile, trying to look casual while her mind screamed at her to calm down. He looked so unbothered, so calm, but there was something in his eyes—something lingering just a little too long—that made her wonder if maybe she wasn’t the only one who forgot, for a second, that this was supposed to be fake.

The ride home was quieter than the ride there, the kind of quiet that didn’t feel awkward but full—like both of them were replaying the evening in their heads. Jaehyun pulled up in front of Y/N’s house and killed the engine, climbing out to walk her up to the porch like some gentleman straight out of a movie.

“Thanks for tonight,” he said as they stopped by her door, his hands shoved in his pockets. “I might actually owe you back for surviving that long dinner with me.”

Y/N scoffed, fishing for her keys. “Might? You definitely owe me. Sitting through all that smiling and small talk? Way worse than killing some measly spider for me.”

Jaehyun smirked. “Next time, you can deal with the spider by yourself then.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. “We’ll see.”

He started to step back, but Y/N’s hand shot out, catching his wrist. He turned, surprised, their eyes meeting under the soft glow of the porch light.

“Hey,” she said softly. “I just want you to know… you didn’t have to prove anything to them today. So what if your exes are married or engaged? Everyone’s on their own timeline. You’ll meet your person when you’re ready—and whoever that is, they’ll be really lucky.”

For a second, Jaehyun just stared at her, his throat tightening. He swallowed hard, forcing down the sudden rush of emotion, and nodded. “Thanks,” he said quietly, the smallest, most genuine smile tugging at his mouth.

Y/N gave his hand a little squeeze before letting go, turning to unlock her door, completely unaware of the weight she had just lifted off him.

Because the truth was—he had always felt behind. Everyone else around him seemed to be moving forward: getting engaged, married, building lives with their partners. And him? Jeong Jaehyun—the guy everyone thought had it all. The looks, the charm, the popularity. But none of that ever helped with the gnawing loneliness he carried around, the quiet ache he could never quite shake.

Maybe until now.

He walked back to his car with her words still echoing in his head, thinking that yeah—being someone’s number one would be nice.

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Y/N lay on her back staring at the ceiling, the dark of her bedroom doing nothing to quiet the storm in her chest. Her skin still buzzed like it had been marked, her body remembering every point of contact with him. She let her hand drift to her hip, thumb brushing against the spot where Jaehyun’s grip had been steady hours ago. Another trails to her wrist, recalling how gently he’d held it at her door.

She squeezed her eyes shut. God, he’d always been the boy of her dreams—even when she swore she hated how cocky he was, even when their bickering made her want to pull her hair out. Beneath all that, he was still the same protective boy he’d always been, the one who looked out for her without even thinking about it.

A tear slid down her cheek before she could stop it. Why did the last few hours with Jaehyun feel more electric, more real, than any date she’d had with Joon so far? Joon was sweet. Attentive. Perfectly fine in every way. So why did she feel more alive with Jaehyun in a single evening than she had in weeks with the guy she was actually dating?

Her chest ached as the question hollowed her out: was she doomed to spend her life pining after someone who would never feel the same? She turned onto her side, pressing her face into her pillow to hide the quiet sound of her own sobs, crying softly until exhaustion finally pulled her into sleep.

Across town, Jaehyun lay awake in his own bed, his room too still, too quiet. He turned restlessly, arm slung across his eyes, but every time he shut them, the same images haunted him—Y/N tucked against his side, her body fitting against him like it had been made for him.

Why had it felt so natural? Why had it felt so right?

He replayed the memory of her arms looped around his neck, clinging to him like she belonged there, like she’d never let go. His thoughts spiraled, craving the weight of her again, the warmth of her pressed close. All it would’ve taken was leaning down a couple inches. Just a couple. Their lips would’ve met, and he couldn’t shake how badly he’d wanted it.

He exhaled harshly, forcing his eyes shut, like maybe he could will the thoughts away. “You’re just being emotional,” he muttered to himself. “Just insecure. Feeling behind—that’s all.”

But even as he said it, he knew he was lying. Because the hollow in his chest wasn’t about being behind. It was about her.

The next morning, Y/N decided she couldn’t spend another day holed up in her own head. So she called Joon. His voice was bright when he picked up, eager, and when she suggested a walk by the beach, he agreed instantly.

The day was warm, the salty breeze cooling the stretch of sand as they strolled side by side. Joon carried two iced coffees, handing one to her with that sweet, patient smile he always wore. It should have made her feel steadier. It should have grounded her.

“So,” Joon said casually as they made their way closer to the shoreline, waves crashing at their feet, “what were you up to last night? I called but you didn’t pick up.”

Her throat tightened. Her mind flashed with Jaehyun’s arms, Jaehyun’s hands, Jaehyun’s scent lingering on her skin long after she’d showered. She forced a smile, looking straight ahead. “Oh, um—family thing. My parents needed me.”

Joon nodded, no suspicion in his face, no reason for him to think she was lying. Relief and guilt twisted inside her stomach, and she quickly changed the subject, asking about his upcoming work presentation.

By the time they reached the volleyball courts, their group of friends had already claimed the sand. Music played from a speaker lodged in someone’s beach bag, and half their circle lounged on towels while the other half dove for the ball in the sun. Jaehyun stood tall and smug on one side of the net, Minji by his side, their laughter carrying across the sand.

“Perfect timing!” Minji called. “We need more players!”

Y/N laughed, slipping her shoes off to join, but she felt Joon’s hesitation before he eventually followed her onto the court.

The game was lighthearted—mostly. Until Jaehyun started smirking at her from across the net, taunting her about missed serves, questioning the score with that mock-serious expression that had always gotten under her skin.

“You’re cheating!” Y/N shouted when he conveniently “forgot” one of her team’s points.

“Cheating? Please. I’m just better than you,” he fired back, sweat glinting on his brow, chest heaving from the match.

The bickering drew a few chuckles from their friends, but Joon’s eyes were sharper, watching the way Y/N and Jaehyun tossed words like sparks across the net.

After the game ended—and Jaehyun, of course, declared victory—Joon touched Y/N’s arm gently and guided her away from the others, toward the quieter stretch of sand near the water.

“Hey,” he started softly, searching her face, “can I ask you something?”

Her chest tightened. “Of course.”

“Is there… something going on between you and Jaehyun?” His tone wasn’t accusing, just curious, but she still felt heat rush to her cheeks.

“What? Absolutely not,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “I’ve just… known him my whole life. He’s practically family. We bicker, yeah, but that’s just how we are. I’m comfortable around him, that’s all.”

Joon studied her for a moment before nodding, seemingly reassured. “Okay. I just wanted to make sure. I trust you.”

She smiled faintly, lacing her fingers with his as they walked back toward their friends. But inside, her thoughts betrayed her. Nothing will ever happen between me and Jaehyun, she told herself. So it doesn’t matter.

But the lingering buzz in her skin—the one that always came alive when Jaehyun was near—told her otherwise.

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Y/N and Minji sat cross-legged on a big striped beach towel, their iced coffees sweating in the heat. The boys were still on the volleyball court, loud with shouts and laughter, but from where the girls were, it felt like another world—just the two of them, shaded by Minji’s wide umbrella.

“So,” Y/N asked, turning her cup in her hands, “how are things with your boyfriend? Still good?”

Minji’s whole face softened, a dreamy smile forming as if the question itself filled her with warmth. “Really good. Honestly, I think he might propose soon.”

Y/N nearly choked on her straw. “What? Already?” Her eyes widened. “I didn’t even realize how much time has passed, but—wow. Yeah, I guess it makes sense that’s the next step.”

Minji gave a little shrug, but her grin betrayed her excitement. “I mean… he treats me right. He understands me, he’s gentle, he’s patient. But most importantly?” She tapped her chest. “It’s a feeling. Like—when he’s near me, I feel sparks. I turn into a total schoolgirl with a crush. My heart races just from him brushing my hand. I can’t explain it. It’s not logical, it just is.”

Y/N sat still, Minji’s words sinking in. That kind of spark. That unshakable buzz. The giddiness that made you feel weightless, like even the smallest touch could send your whole body alight. 

Her stomach twisted because she knew exactly what Minji meant. She’d always felt that—with Jaehyun. It's how she felt last night. Her skin still tingled if she thought too hard about how his hand had lingered at her waist the other night, how safe and alive she’d felt in his arms.

Minji leaned closer, narrowing her eyes. “What are you thinking about right now?”

Y/N bit her lip, hesitating. Then she sighed. “I’m… confused. Things are going fine with Joon, like, really fine. But it doesn’t feel like that. Not the way you just described.”

“Maybe it’ll take time,” Minji suggested gently. “You don’t know him that well yet. Sometimes sparks come later.”

Y/N nodded, managing a small smile. “You’re right.”

But inside, she wasn’t convinced. Because if it hadn’t happened yet with Joon, could it ever? And more hauntingly—if she’d already felt that kind of electricity with Jaehyun, how could anyone else ever compare?

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The club was pulsing with bass, lights flashing in dizzy colors as Y/N swayed in her little black dress. It hugged her in every place she wanted it to, legs bare and glistening under the strobes. She tossed her hair back, laughing with her friends, the sweet bite of alcohol buzzing through her veins. For once, she just wanted to forget the confusion—Joon’s kindness, Jaehyun’s touch, her own restless heart. Tonight was about feeling good.

Minji ducked out early, claiming her stomach wasn’t right, leaving Y/N to dance without worry, hips rolling, hands raised, lips curved in a tipsy grin. She was halfway through her drink when a shadow moved through the crowd—tall, broad, familiar.

Jaehyun.

His sharp eyes landed on her immediately, jaw tight. He cut through the sea of bodies until he was right in front of her, his voice almost a growl under the pounding music. “What the hell are you doing here all by yourself?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, tossing her head back. “I’m not alone. My friends are around. I’m just—having fun.” She giggled, the alcohol spilling into her words.

“You’re drunk,” Jaehyun said flatly, leaning closer, his hand brushing her elbow as if steadying her. “We're leaving. Now.”

She wrinkled her nose, pouting. “Nope. Not going anywhere.”

He gave her a look that brooked no argument, his protective, older-brother instinct roaring to life. “I’m not arguing with you. We’re going. Now.”

Before she could protest again, another voice broke through. “Y/N?”

Her head turned, and there was Joon, eyes wide with confusion as he took in the scene. “What are you doing here?”

Y/N giggled again, tipsy and unguarded. “Just… having fun.”

Jaehyun’s hand tightened around her arm, his tone sharp. “She’s drunk. I’m taking her home.”

“I’ll take her,” Joon offered, glancing between them.

Jaehyun didn’t budge. “No. We’re good. If I let her out of my sight, Minji will kill me.” His voice was firm, final—even though Minji had no idea he was even here.

Y/N stumbled then, nearly losing her balance, and her small hands latched onto Jaehyun’s arm. She giggled as her fingers brushed over his solid muscle. “You’re always saving me,” she murmured, voice dreamy. Her fingertips trailed up and down his arm, marveling at the size of him. “Your arms are so… big.”

Jaehyun’s lips curved into the faintest smirk, but he forced himself to ignore the warmth spreading in his chest. She was drunk. She didn’t mean any of it. Still, her gaze was heavy, almost reverent, like she couldn’t stop staring at him. He almost felt like they were kids again.

Behind them, Joon’s jaw tensed, watching the way she clung to Jaehyun.

“Helmet,” Jaehyun muttered, tugging her gently toward his bike outside. He slipped his spare helmet over her head, adjusting it carefully. This time, instead of putting her in front, he made her sit behind. “Hold on tight.”

She did—arms winding snug around his torso, cheek pressing against his back. Her drunken mumbles were lost in the night air as he revved the engine, but Jaehyun heard enough to know she was still whispering about him, about how he always protected her.

He drove straight to the Jeong house, pulling up quietly. Y/N wobbled as she slid off the bike, and Jaehyun crouched, tugging off her heels. He shoved his own sneakers onto her instead, the shoes comically big but safer than stilettos.

“Come on,” he muttered, catching her when she nearly tripped again.

Inside, the house was dark, everyone asleep. Y/N stumbled, laughing too loudly, and Jaehyun pressed a finger to her lips. “Quiet,” he whispered.

She grinned, leaning into his shoulder and grabbing his hand on her lips. “There you go… saving me again.”

Jaehyun smirked, shaking his head. She had no idea what she was saying. No idea how much it gutted him to hear her murmur those words like they were natural, like they’d always belonged to him.

He guided her upstairs, eyes deliberately fixed ahead—but failing miserably. Every step flashed him another view of her long, bare legs under that tiny dress, her skin glowing in the low light. His jaw clenched, his self-control fraying. He told himself over and over that he was being a gentleman, that he wouldn’t look.

But he did. And he knew it would haunt him later.

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Y/n woke up the next morning with her head pounding and her mouth dry, the faint taste of alcohol clinging to her tongue. She groaned, pressing a hand to her temple, the blurry flashes of the night before refusing to settle into something clear. She remembered dancing, the heat of the club, laughter spilling from her lips… but the rest was hazy.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She squinted at the bright screen:

Joon: When you’re awake, let’s meet. Need to talk.

Y/n sighed, forcing herself out of bed. She padded into the bathroom, only to find Jae already there, bent over the sink in sweatpants and a black shirt, messy hair sticking up in every direction.

“You’re kidding,” she muttered, toothbrush in hand. “Get out. I need to brush my teeth.”

He glanced at her through the mirror, foam at the corner of his mouth. “No way. This is my bathroom.”

She groaned, rolling her eyes, but stood at the sink anyway. Shoulder to shoulder, brushing their teeth in silence, Y/n caught herself watching the way he spat, rinsed, ran his hand through his unruly hair. He looked so boyish and effortless, yet there was something grown about the broadness of his shoulders, the ease with which he took up space. And here she was, standing next to him in her oversized sleep shirt, feeling like a stupid teenager with a crush again.

She shook the thought off and hurried back to her room, texting Joon that she was ready.

Joon picked her up not long after, pulling into the Jeong’s driveway in his clean sedan. He greeted her quietly, his smile faint, eyes heavier than usual. Y/n tried to ignore the tension as they drove, her stomach growling when she realized he was taking her to IHOP.

Inside, the place was buzzing with late-morning chatter, the smell of syrup and coffee clinging to the air. They slid into a booth, menus sticky from too many hands, sunlight streaming through the wide windows. Joon ordered coffee, black, while Y/n asked for orange juice.

They sat in silence until the waitress left, and then Joon leaned forward, elbows on the table, expression serious.

“Y/n,” he began, voice low, “do you like Jae?”

Her head snapped up, eyes wide. “What? No. Of course not—”

“Because last night…” Joon shook his head, almost smiling, though there was no humor in it. “You don’t remember, do you? You were drunk. The way you clung to him, the way you looked at him—like he was the only person in the room. Anyone could see it.”

Heat crept up her neck. She opened her mouth, but words failed her. Finally, she exhaled and said quietly, “I… I had a crush on him. When I was a kid. That’s it. He’s just Minji’s older brother.”

Joon’s gaze sharpened. “Do you like him now?”

She swallowed hard, fingers twisting in her lap. “Nothing would ever happen between us.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

Her silence stretched, the clatter of dishes and hum of conversation filling the space between them. Joon finally leaned back, running a hand through his hair with a sigh.

“Look,” he said, softer now, “I don’t want something messy. And right now, this feels messy. You say you like me, but half the time it feels like you’re just trying to use me to get over him.”

“That’s not true,” Y/n said quickly, her brows furrowing. “I do like you—”

“Not as much as you like him.” His laugh was empty, a sound more bitter than amused. “You don’t even realize it, but it’s written all over your face. And the worst part?” He leaned forward again, eyes steady. “Jae isn’t the type to take anyone seriously. You know that. He dates around, never sticks with one girl, never lets anyone close. He’s not going to give you what you’re hoping for. He’ll protect you, sure—because that’s who he is—but he’ll never be yours, not like that.”

Y/n’s chest ached, words lodged in her throat.

“I care about you,” Joon finished, his tone gentler now. “I’d take care of you. But you need to figure this out for yourself before you drag me into something you’re not ready for.”

The waitress arrived then, setting down their pancakes and eggs, but neither of them moved to eat. Y/n stared at the table, blinking rapidly, while Joon stirred sugar into his coffee, looking tired.

A part of her wanted to argue, to insist he was wrong. But deep down, she knew he wasn’t.

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Y/N curled up in Minji’s bed, face buried in her best friend’s pillow, shoulders trembling as sobs shook through her chest. She couldn’t even explain what happened—every word stuck in her throat, her voice coming out broken and uneven.

Minji didn’t push. She just pulled Y/N closer, stroking her hair and whispering softly, “It’s okay… whatever it is, it’s going to be okay. You don’t have to talk right now.” Her tone was steady, a calm anchor against Y/N’s storm.

The door creaked open. Jaehyun had only been passing by, but the moment he heard muffled crying, his entire body tensed. He stepped into the room without knocking, his tall frame filling the doorway.

“What’s going on?” His voice was low, but it carried. His eyes darted immediately to Y/N, red-eyed and trembling. Something ugly twisted in his chest.

Minji glanced up, hesitating. “She came back from seeing Joon like this. I… I don’t know exactly what happened.”

Jaehyun’s jaw tightened, his expression darkening in a way Minji rarely saw. He didn’t ask another question. He turned on his heel, striding out of the room with a thunder in his chest.

By the time he reached Joon’s front door, his knuckles were already curling into fists. He banged against the wood so hard it rattled the frame.

It took a few seconds, but eventually the door swung open to reveal Joon, calm as ever, though clearly surprised. “Hyung—”

“What the hell happened?” Jaehyun’s tone was sharp, every word spit like venom.

Joon lifted his palms slightly in defense, sighing. “Relax. She’s upset, yeah, but not because I hurt her. Y/N told me she was confused over her feelings. I just encouraged her to figure it out instead of—”

“Figure it out?” Jaehyun cut him off, stepping closer, towering. His voice was edged with fury. “She’ll figure it out when she’s ready, not when you corner her into it. You don’t get to push her like that.”

Joon’s brow furrowed, but he let out a disbelieving laugh. “Come on, hyung. You really don’t see it? You’re both in denial. She’s hung up on you, and you—” he gave a pointed look, lips curling with bitter amusement—“you look like you'd burn down anyone who makes her cry. I thought it was just brotherly concern but this is different.”

Jaehyun stiffened, caught off guard, but Joon kept going, his voice quieter, heavier.

“Look… I actually like her. I would take care of her. But she’s stuck on this crush she’s had since she was a kid. And you? You don’t even… you don’t take girls seriously. You date around, you break hearts without even trying. You’re not going to like her back the way she wants, hyung. Even if you think you’re protecting her, you’ll just end up hurting her worse.”

Jaehyun’s chest rose and fell sharply, fury battling something deeper, something unspoken. His biggest insecurities being echoed back at him.

Joon exhaled, stepping back into his doorway. “So let her figure it out for herself. Stop acting like you’re the only one who knows what’s best for her.”

And with that, he shut the door, leaving Jaehyun on the porch, fists still clenched, Joon’s words echoing in his skull.

You're both in denial.

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The little bell above the door jingled as Jaehyun held it open for her, letting her step into the frozen yogurt shop first. It smelled the same as it always had—sugary sweet, faintly fruity, the cool air brushing over her skin. For a second, Y/N almost felt twelve again, sneaking in here with Minji after school, begging Jae to buy them extra toppings.

Jaehyun glanced at her with that half-smile of his, like he knew the memory was probably hitting her too. “Thought this place might cheer you up, it always has.”

It did. Against her will, she smiled, piling sprinkles and strawberries on top of her cup. By the time they sat down across from each other, some of the tension in her chest had eased.

They ate in silence for a minute until Jaehyun finally leaned back, spoon dangling loosely in his hand. His expression was softer than usual, less guarded. “I don’t know exactly what went down between you and Joon… but whatever it was, you deserve better.”

Y/N froze mid-bite, forcing out a short laugh that didn’t reach her eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

“It is,” Jaehyun said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Because you’re Minji’s best friend.”

Her hand stilled. Slowly, she set the spoon down into the half-melted yogurt and stared at him. “Is that the only reason?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“Is that the only reason you care?” she pressed, voice trembling though she tried to keep it steady.

Jaehyun opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked… lost. For once, he didn’t have an answer ready.

Y/N let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking her head. “You know, it sounds kind of dumb and pathetic when I say it out loud…” Her throat burned as she swallowed, but the words kept spilling. “But when we were kids, you were the boy of my dreams. Always there for us, always saving us, helping us out of trouble. I couldn’t even tell Minji who I had a crush on because it was her brother. I had a crush on you before I even understood what having a crush meant.”

Her voice cracked, and she pushed past it, fingers digging into the edge of the table. “You were always just out of reach. So close, yet so far. Caring and protective, but you never let anyone close enough to know what you were actually feeling. Even now—you bring me here, and for a second I do feel better. I’m smiling, I’m laughing… but I know that when we leave, I’ll feel worse. Because I’ll remember this is just who you are. Always protective. Always looking out. And it’ll hit me again that none of it is special. Not with me. Not really.”

Her chest rose and fell sharply, words tumbling out faster now. “And I’m getting sick of it, Jaehyun. Sick of being so grateful for the smallest piece of your attention, only to realize it doesn’t mean anything. Not the way I wish it did. My head’s spinning so much these days I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. But I do know this—I can’t do this with you.”

Her eyes glistened, and before he could respond, she forced herself to stand. “I can’t be friends with you, Jae. Because if I am, I’ll never get over you. I'm constantly looking for parts of you in everyone else I date and it's ridiculous, because they'll never measure up. I need to move on and stop living in my dream world.”

The last words hung between them, sharp and final. She didn’t look back as she walked out of the shop, the bell jingling again in her wake.

Jaehyun sat frozen in place, staring at her untouched cup across from him. His chest was tight, his thoughts scrambled—her voice echoing in his head on repeat.

I can’t be friends with you… I’ll never get over you.

For the first time in a long while, Jaehyun didn’t know what to do.

Jae didn’t even think—he just bolted out of the yogurt shop, spotting Y/N’s figure storming down the sidewalk. His chest was burning, like her words had ripped open something raw in him.

“Y/N!” He called out, voice sharper than he intended. When she didn’t slow, he caught up and reached for her hand, wrapping his fingers around hers. “Wait—please.”

She froze, but only for a second. Then she yanked her hand back like his touch stung. “Why now, Jaehyun? Why are you suddenly chasing me after all this time?”

His brows knitted. “Because you just unloaded years of feelings on me and walked away. Why have you never said any of this before?”

Y/N’s lip trembled, though she held his gaze. “Because I thought you always saw me as Minji’s dumb kid friend. I didn’t want to be a joke to you. I didn’t want you to laugh behind my back.” Her voice cracked. “And I didn’t want to hurt her either.”

His expression softened, his shoulders sinking. “I’d never see you as a joke,” he said quietly, almost pleading. “And we’re not kids anymore, Y/N. Who cares what Minji thinks? We’re adults now.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His voice dipped lower. “I notice you too much these days. You’re not that little girl hanging around our house anymore—you’re a grown woman, worthy of someone incredible. And the truth is…I don’t want you to move on. I might just feel the same.”

Her breath caught, her heart aching at the way he said it. But she shook her head violently, as if trying to push the idea away before it could take root. “No. No, you don’t mean that, Jae. You’re just lonely after the reunion, seeing everyone paired off. You don’t mean it.”

Something inside him snapped. His jaw tightened, his eyes darkening. “Don’t tell me how I feel.” His voice was harsh, almost cold, but laced with hurt. “I know how I feel about you.”

“How can you know?” she shot back, voice trembling. “You’ve never been in love. You’ve never had a real relationship, never had a steady girlfriend. You don’t even know what you want. Maybe you just can’t stand being alone.”

He let out a laugh, but it wasn’t amused—it was hollow, cutting. “Wow. You know that’s how everyone else probably sees me too. The guy who dates around, who never takes anyone seriously, who doesn’t know how to love. That’s how I see myself most days, if I’m honest.” His chest rose and fell, his eyes shining with something sharp and wounded. “But I didn’t think you saw me like that too.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped. “Jae, I—”

He shook his head, cutting her off. “You said you were scared I’d always see you as a kid. But you’re no different.” He let out a bitter scoff. “You still see me as the same immature boy I was in high school. The guy who’s incapable of more.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

“Thanks,” he said finally, voice quiet and breaking in a way that shattered her. “Thanks for taking my worst insecurities and throwing them back in my face.”

Then he turned and walked away, each step stiff with anger. He didn’t look back.

Y/N stood there frozen, her chest caving in. Tears welled and spilled hot down her cheeks. She had wanted him to hurt the way she always hurt because of him—always longing, always feeling small compared to him. But Jaehyun had never once been cruel to her, never deliberately tried to hurt her feelings. And yet she had cut him where it would bleed deepest.

Her sobs grew harder, echoing in the night. And this time, Jaehyun wasn’t there to protect her, to hold her, to make it better. This time, she had pushed him away.

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Minji showed up at Y/N’s doorstep late in the afternoon, hair tied up in a messy bun, worry written all over her face.

“You’ve been quiet,” she said the moment Y/N opened the door. “You haven’t come over in days. Did I do something?”

Y/N shook her head quickly, stepping aside to let her in. “No, of course not. I just… haven’t been feeling great.”

They sat on the couch, Minji pulling her knees up and tucking them under her chin like she always did when she wanted answers. “Okay, but you’re scaring me. You’re shutting me out, Y/N. Please, just… tell me what’s going on.”

Y/N stared at her hands, twisting them together. Her chest ached with the words she’d been holding back for years. She hesitated so long Minji leaned forward and touched her arm gently.

Finally, Y/N’s voice cracked. “Do you know I’ve been in love with your brother pretty much my whole life?”

Minji froze. Her eyes widened, mouth parting like she thought she misheard. “Wait. What?”

“I’m serious.” Y/N’s lips trembled but she wasn’t smiling. No jokes. No teasing. Only raw truth.

Minji blinked, searching her friend’s face for a trace of humor, but all she found was the gloss of unshed tears.

“I remember being a kid,” Y/N whispered. “Every time Jae came into the room, my stomach would flip. He was always there—always teasing me, always protecting me, always making me feel like I wasn’t invisible. I used to get butterflies so bad I thought something was wrong with me. But I couldn’t tell you, Minji. You’re his sister. How could I? I didn’t want to ruin things or make you upset.”

Minji’s throat bobbed as she swallowed.

“I thought I’d grow out of it,” Y/N continued, her voice shaking now. “I thought with time I’d get over him. But every time I see him… I’m that same little girl all over again, so blindly in love I don’t even know who I am without it.”

Minji exhaled, stunned. “Oh my god. Y/N… I had no idea. I’m so sorry. I thought—” She gave a weak laugh. “I thought all the bickering meant you two hated each other, or that it was like sibling stuff. I can’t believe I read it that so wrong.”

Y/N tried to smile but it came out broken.

“But,” Minji said carefully, “you like Joon now, right? You’ve been smiling about him nonstop.”

Y/N’s eyes dropped to her lap. “I did like him. He was sweet, he made me laugh, he made me feel… normal. But nothing compares to how I love Jaehyun. Nothing ever has. Nothing probably ever will. I've loved him for so long that if I didn't, I wouldn't even know who I am anymore.”

The silence was heavy. Minji’s hands fidgeted in her lap.

“I understand,” she said softly.

“You don’t,” Y/N said, shaking her head. “You can’t. You have a boyfriend who loves you back. You’ll get engaged soon, you’ll build a future. You don’t know what it’s like to love someone for so long and never—” her voice cracked—“never really have them.”

Minji reached for her, but Y/N leaned away, tears finally spilling.

“That’s why I need space,” Y/N whispered. “From Jaehyun. From your house. From you. I can’t keep tearing myself apart like this. Please don’t take it the wrong way, but I can’t do this with you either, not right now.”

Minji flinched like she’d been slapped. “Y/N… you don’t have to do this alone. I can help you, I want to help you.”

“You can’t,” Y/N said, shaking her head harder. “You don’t get it.”

The words hung between them like a slammed door. Minji’s eyes glossed, her chest rising and falling with an angry, hurt breath.

“Fine,” she whispered, pushing herself up from the couch. She didn’t slam the door when she left, but the quiet click sounded even louder.

And Y/N sat there alone, feeling emptier than before, as if she’d just cut herself off from the only family she’d ever really known.

Minji rushed home and didn’t bother knocking politely—she pounded on Jaehyun’s bedroom door until he yanked it open, his jaw tight and eyes already stormy.

“What?” he snapped.

She pushed past him, arms crossed. “What the hell happened between you and Y/N?”

“Nothing,” he bit out, running a hand through his hair. “So drop it. Get out.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Minji shot back, her voice cracking. “She hasn’t been herself in days. She told me enough to know something went down, and if you hurt her—”

Jaehyun’s head whipped toward her, his face a mask of wounded anger. “I would never toy with her. I’m not that guy anymore, Minji. I’m not some dumb kid from high school playing games.”

Her mouth opened, but the conviction in his tone softened her. She exhaled, shoulders loosening. “…You’re right. I’m sorry. I just—she’s my best friend. I don’t want to see her broken over you.”

“Whatever happens between me and Y/N,” Jaehyun said more quietly now, “it’s not your business.”

There was a silence. Then Minji’s voice fell, small but sincere. “I’m sorry. I really am. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before—all the looks, the arguments, the way you two circle each other. I thought it was sibling stuff, but I read it wrong. If I’d known…” She trailed off.

Jaehyun’s throat worked. He looked away, staring at the floor. “I didn’t even realize until recently,” he admitted. “When we were kids, yeah, I had a hunch. She’d look at me sometimes and I could feel it. But I was too stupid to…to really get it. It’s only now that I know for sure.”

Minji’s breath caught. “So…you do like her back?”

Jaehyun finally met her eyes, and there was no hesitation. “Yeah. I do.”

For a moment, Minji just stared at him, caught between shock and relief. Then she stepped closer and grabbed his arm. “Then tell her. Don’t let her sit in this mess thinking she’s alone. You owe her that much.”

Jaehyun’s jaw clenched, the weight of her words pressing on him. He gave a single, rough nod.

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Y/N didn’t want to cry anymore. She was tired of lying in bed replaying the same conversations, tired of feeling pathetic, tired of staring at her phone like it might magically light up with the message she wanted. So she got up, threw on something halfway decent, and went to the bar alone.

It was crowded and loud, but it was a distraction. She downed drink after drink until the edges of everything blurred and laughter came easier. By the time she stumbled outside with another bottle in hand, the night air was thick and salty, the ocean just a short walk away. She kicked off her shoes and plopped onto the cool sand, staring at the endless black waves crashing under the moonlight.

She didn’t hear footsteps until someone crouched nearby.

“Y/N?”

Her head turned sluggishly. “Oh. It’s you.” She squinted. “Didn’t you tell me to stay the hell away from you?”

Joon frowned, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket. “You’re drunk. What are you even doing out here alone?”

“Living my best life,” she muttered, tipping the bottle back.

He sighed. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“No.” She hugged the bottle to her chest like a shield. “You were mean to me. I don’t wanna go anywhere with you.”

His jaw ticked, but there was worry in his eyes. “Y/N, you drove here, right? How the hell are you gonna get home like this?”

She blinked, then broke into a sloppy laugh. “Didn’t think that far. Guess I’ll just…build a sandcastle and sleep in it.”

“Unbelievable.” Joon dragged a hand down his face, then pulled out his phone. “Fine. If you won’t come with me, I’ll call someone who can actually deal with you.”

He stepped a few feet away, murmuring into the phone. Y/N barely registered until ten minutes later headlights flared against the sand and a familiar car pulled up. Joon saw that as his cue to leave.

Her heart thumped stupidly when Jaehyun got out. His hair was damp like he’d showered recently, jaw sharp in the moonlight, expression unreadable.

He stopped in front of her, looking down at the bottle clutched in her hands. “…Get in the car.”

Y/N threw her head back and laughed, a little too loud. “My saviour is here again.”

But she didn’t move.

Jaehyun’s sigh was heavy. “Y/N. Get in.”

She shook her head stubbornly, curls sticking to her damp cheeks. “No. You need to leave me alone. You were right. I was…coming over too much. Hanging around the Jeongs like I belonged there. Pathetic, right?”

His brows pulled together. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Yes, it is.” She shoved at the sand with her toes, eyes glassy. “I get it. You don’t want me around.”

He crouched down in front of her, voice low but firm. “Sometimes bickering is the only way I know how to…interact with you. And I’ll take what I can get. Even if it looks messy.”

She froze, staring at him.

Above them, thunder rumbled faintly. A cool drizzle began to pepper the sand, speckling her skin. Jaehyun glanced up, then back at her, frustration mixing with concern.

“Y/N,” he said again, softer this time, “let’s go before the rain gets worse.”

She hugged the bottle tighter, shaking her head. “No.”

Jaehyun clenched his jaw, rain starting to bead in his hair. His hand twitched at his side, like he wanted to grab her but didn’t dare.

The drizzle thickened into a light rain, salty mist curling off the ocean. Jaehyun stood a few feet from her, arms tense at his sides like he was holding himself back from reaching for her.

“Y/N, you’re drunk,” he said again, quieter this time. “We can talk about all of this tomorrow. Just please come with me now.”

She snapped her head toward him, her wet hair clinging to her face. “No, Jae. You need to stop. Stop saving me, stop showing up. Stop being there for me. I can’t—” her voice cracked, “—I can’t breathe with you always catching me when I fall.”

He flinched like the words hit him, but his voice stayed firm. “Do you even remember what you said to me at the yogurt place?”

Y/N froze, the alcohol and the rain and the pounding of her heart mixing until she thought she might be sick. Slowly, unsteadily, she pushed herself up off the sand, stumbling a little. With a shaky laugh that turned into a sob, she hurled the bottle into the dunes where it landed with a dull thud.

Her hand came up to wipe at her face, rain and tears blurring together. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, then louder, broken, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, okay? I didn’t mean what I said about you being the same playboy from high school. I know you’re not. I just… I was hurt and I wanted you to hurt, too.” Her chest heaved. “But you’ve never—never once—made me feel bad on purpose. And I took a cheap shot. That was cruel. I’m sorry, Jae.”

“Y/N…” his voice cracked, almost pleading. He stepped forward, but she shook her head violently.

“No—you don’t get it. You don’t get it.” She pressed her trembling hands to her chest. “You don’t get how in love with you I am.”

Jaehyun’s face went blank, eyes wide.

“Growing up, you helping me, being there—it might’ve been nothing to you. Just kindness. Just you being… you. But to me?” Her voice broke, and she let out a sob she couldn’t hold in. “It was everything. You were my whole world. And then we got older, and suddenly other girls started looking at you the way I always did, and I felt so—so left behind. Like I’d been invisible all along.”

She dragged in a shaking breath, words tumbling out in a rush. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, Jae. You’re in every fibre of my being. I don’t even know who I am if I don’t love you. And I know it’s pathetic, right? It’s pathetic—”

Jaehyun instantly shook his head, sharp, almost desperate, tears glistening in his eyes. He closed the space between them in two long strides, his hand hovering near her arm but not quite touching.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice low, breaking. “Don’t you ever call yourself pathetic. Not for loving me. Not for this. Never.”

Jae swallows hard, rain dripping down his jaw as he looks at her, his voice quiet but steady. “When we were younger… it’s true. I just saw you as Minji’s best friend. You were always around, but you were just the kid trailing behind us.” He pauses, his eyes softening. “But after you graduated college—God, Y/N—it’s like I saw you for the first time. Not as Minji’s friend. As a woman. As someone who was confident, sure of herself, someone who didn’t just orbit around me or Minji anymore. And it hit me like a damn truck. I realized I’d been blind my whole life, searching for someone to love when you were right there all along. It’s like someone ripped off the blinds in front of my eyes.”

Her breath catches, her chest tight, her wet hair sticking to her cheek as she stares at him in disbelief.

“But by the time I understood what I was feeling…” he runs a hand through his soaked hair, a shaky laugh escaping. “…I thought it was too late. You had already moved on. You had Joon. And I—I couldn’t blame you for that. I thought maybe the best I could do was just… be part of your life in whatever way you’d let me. Even if that meant being nothing more than your best friend’s lame older brother.”

Her lips part, but no words come out, her eyes already stinging with more tears.

He steps closer, voice breaking a little. “Y/N, when we bicker, when we fight, when you show up at our place for no reason at all—I swear, it’s the highlight of my entire day. Just knowing you’re in the same house as me… it makes everything better. And that’s my truth. That’s me being pathetic.”

The rain comes down harder, soaking them both, but neither moves. She lets out a watery laugh, biting her lip. “Maybe we’re both pathetic,” she says softly, her tears mixing with the rain. “Pathetic and perfect for each other.”

For the first time in years, Jae’s lips curve into a real smile, one that actually reaches his eyes. He lets out a breath like he’s been holding it forever. “Yeah,” he whispers, voice thick. “Maybe we are.”

Jae’s chest rises and falls, his expression softening as he lifts his hand toward her, palm open. His voice is low, almost pleading. “Can I please take you home?”

For a second, Y/N just stares at his hand, water dripping from his fingertips, before she slips hers into his. Her grip is warm despite the chill. “Sure.”

He squeezes gently, relief flickering across his face, and together they walk through the wet sand towards the car. The silence between them isn’t heavy anymore—it feels fragile, sacred.

At her front door, Jae turns to her, his thumb brushing over her knuckles before he lets go. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” he murmurs, searching her eyes. “When you’ve sobered up.”

She nods, her heart pounding. “Okay.” She hesitates, then blurts out, voice trembling, “But… you’re not pathetic, Jae. You’ve never been pathetic. You’ve always been the coolest guy I know.” Her lips curve in a small, shy smile. “The boy of my dreams.”

His breath catches, his jaw tightening like he’s holding something back. Slowly, he smiles, soft and genuine. “You too.” His voice dips even lower, tender, reverent. “Thanks for waiting for me to catch up to you.”

Her eyes burn, tears threatening again, and she bites her lip to keep from breaking. He lifts a hand, cupping her face with infinite care, thumb brushing against her damp cheek. He leans in, pressing a feather-light kiss to her cheek, his other hand stroking her wet hair back behind her ear.

“Go in,” he whispers, smiling crookedly. “Before you catch a cold.”

She giggles softly, shaking her head. “Some things just never change.”

His grin lingers as he steps back, watching her slip inside, the glow from the hallway light catching in her hair. When the door finally shuts, Jae stands there for a long moment in the rain, smiling like he finally has something worth waiting for.

Jae finally turns to leave, shoving his hands into his damp pockets as he heads down her walkway. The night is quiet except for the soft patter of rain on the street. But then—

The sound of the door creaking open makes him pause. He turns back, surprised, and there she is—Y/N standing in the glow of her porch light, hair damp and eyes wide.

“Wait,” she breathes.

His chest tightens. He doesn’t move as she walks toward him, each step steady despite the tremor in her voice. She stops right in front of him, looking up at him like he’s the only thing that matters.

“I’ve dreamt of this forever,” she whispers.

Something breaks loose inside him. Slowly, like he’s afraid to ruin it, Jae leans down until his lips brush hers. The kiss is soft at first, tentative—then it deepens, warmth spilling between them as Y/N’s hands find his chest, clutching at his shirt.

He cups her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as their mouths move together, slow and hungry all at once. Her fingers trail up to hook around his neck, then skim down the strong lines of his arms, memorizing every inch. His hands slide down to her hips, tugging her close until there’s no space left between them.

She tugs at the hem of his shirt, a silent plea to pull him inside. His body aches to follow, but he gently catches her wrist, pulling back just enough to murmur against her lips, “I want to come in… but I want to take you out first.”

Her eyes widen, then her whole face breaks into a radiant smile. “Okay.”

Jae grins, relief and joy written all over him, and he dips down to steal one more sweet peck before ushering her gently back toward the open door.

“Go on,” he says softly, his hand lingering at her back for one last second.

She steps inside, still smiling so big it almost hurts, and he turns on his heel before the temptation of staying swallows him whole. They both end the night with matching grins, hearts thundering, knowing everything has just changed.

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Y/N woke up slowly, the morning sun spilling through her curtains, warm against her face. She blinked at the ceiling for a moment before her hand drifted up almost unconsciously, fingers brushing her lips.

They’d kissed.

Her heart gave a wild little kick in her chest. If someone had told her eight-year-old self that one day Jaehyun Jeong—her best friend's too-cool brother, the boy she used to trail after like a shadow—would actually kiss her, she never would have believed it.

She pressed her palm over her mouth, muffling a little squeal before flopping back against the pillow.

But then reality set in. Minji.

With a determined exhale, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and shot off a quick text asking if her best friend could come over.

It wasn’t long before the doorbell rang. Y/N padded down to open it and found Minji standing there with a familiar grin—and two iced coffees in her hands.

“I come bearing peace offerings,” Minji sang, stepping inside.

Y/N took the cup with a sheepish smile. “You Jeong siblings are way too good to me.” She fiddled with her straw, gaze dropping. “I’m sorry, Min. It was unfair of me to shut you out. And I’m sorry for how… horribly I expressed my feelings. You didn’t deserve that.”

Minji shook her head immediately, setting her coffee down on the counter. “No, Y/N. You were going through a lot. I shouldn’t have made it about me.” Her lips quirked. “And honestly? From the way Jae came home last night all… ridiculously happy, I’m guessing you guys worked it out?”

Heat rushed to Y/N’s cheeks. She ducked her head, smiling into her cup. “Yeah. He, um… wants to take me out.”

Minji’s squeal nearly made Y/N drop her coffee. “Oh my god! I’m so excited for you guys!”

Y/N bit her lip, suddenly nervous. “Are you sure it’s not weird? Like… me and your brother?”

Minji gave her a long, considering look, then shrugged with a grin. “Okay, it’s a little weird. But I’ll get used to it. I just want you both to be happy. Who knows—maybe you’ll become my sister-in-law someday.”

Y/N groaned, hiding her face. “Let’s not think that far ahead.”

They both burst into laughter, the tension melting away.

Then Minji leaned in, mock-serious. “But seriously—if Jae ever stops acting right, you let me know, okay? I’ll kick his ass for you.”

Y/N laughed again, wrapping her arms around her best friend. “Deal. I missed you, Min.”

“Missed you too.”

For the first time in weeks, everything felt steady again.

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Jaehyun showed up right on time, leaning casually against his car when Y/N stepped outside. He looked unfairly good in a simple shirt and jeans, his grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as his eyes flicked over her.

“You clean up nice,” he teased, opening the passenger door for her with a little bow.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “You say that like I don’t usually look nice.”

“Mm, I didn’t say that.” His smirk widened. “But tonight? Extra nice.”

Her stomach fluttered as she slid into the seat. "No bike today?" She asked him.

"Nope, wanted you to be nice and comfy." Making her smile.

The date itself was perfect in that effortless Jaehyun way—strolling through the city, sharing food from little street vendors, ducking into a record store where he insisted on picking out something “with taste” for her. They bickered, of course—over whether mint chocolate actually counted as real dessert, over which movie soundtrack was the greatest of all time—but there was a softness to it now, smiles tugging at their lips even mid-argument.

Every now and then Jaehyun leaned over to press a small kiss to her temple, or the corner of her mouth, like he just couldn’t help himself. Each one made Y/N feel a little more dizzy.

At one point, as they paused on the sidewalk, she realized her shoelace had come undone. She bent down to tie it, fumbling with the knot, but Jaehyun crouched before she could finish.

“I got it,” he said easily, already looping the laces with practiced fingers.

The sight hit her like a wave. A memory flickered—him doing the same thing years ago, when she was just a little kid who didn’t know how. Jaehyun kneeling on the schoolyard pavement, tying her shoes without complaint, ruffling her hair after. Back then, it had been nothing more than a brotherly kindness.

Now? The exact same gesture made her heart stutter the same way it did all those years ago.

She sucked in a shaky breath.

Jaehyun glanced up at her, brows furrowing slightly. “Hey. You okay?”

Y/N swallowed hard and nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yeah. Just… yeah.”

When he stood, she threw her arms around him before she could think twice, hugging him tight. He hesitated for only a beat before wrapping her up against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Good,” he murmured against her hair. “Because I like seeing you happy.”

And Y/N thought, in that moment, that nothing in the world could compete with the feeling of being right there, in his arms.

Jaehyun walked her up to the door, his hand brushing against hers the entire way as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. The night air was cool, but Y/N felt flushed all over, her heart racing faster with every step closer to her porch.

When they stopped at her door, Jaehyun lingered, his eyes soft and warm. “So,” he murmured, a playful lilt in his voice. “Was tonight… everything you dreamt of?”

She looked up at him, her chest tightening, words spilling before she could second-guess them. “You’re everything I’ve dreamt of.”

His breath caught, a stunned smile breaking across his face, dimples deepening as if she’d just handed him the world. He leaned down and kissed her, slow at first, tender, before the tension that had been humming between them all night snapped.

Her back pressed against the door as his mouth claimed hers, hands cupping her face before sliding down her sides, pulling her close. Y/N tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as their kiss deepened, both of them losing themselves in it. She gasped softly when his tongue brushed hers, and he smirked against her lips.

“Jae…” she whispered, breathless, “do you want to come inside?”

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark with want. “Yeah,” he said roughly, voice low. “I do.”

The key fumbled in her shaky hands, but he steadied her, slipping inside the moment the door clicked open. Neither of them made it far. They stumbled down the hall, mouths never parting, until they reached her bedroom.

The second the door shut, Jaehyun had her pinned gently against it, kissing her like he’d waited years—because in a way, he had. His hands roamed, tracing the curve of her waist, sliding under her shirt, savouring every inch of skin he uncovered.

Y/N tugged at his clothes in return, desperate to feel him closer, the heat between them sparking higher and higher. His lips moved down her neck, sucking lightly, making her gasp his name.

Clothes quickly became an afterthought, tossed aside in their rush, until he was guiding her back toward the bed, laying her down with a reverence that almost broke her heart—before leaning over her with that same hungry smile.

Jaehyun’s mouth was everywhere—her lips, her jaw, the curve of her throat—like he couldn’t get enough, like he’d been starved of her and was finally allowed to feast. Y/N arched under him, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him back to her mouth every time he dared stray too far.

Their kisses were messy and hungry, teeth clashing before dissolving into soft, needy moans. When his hands slid beneath her shirt, lifting it slowly, he paused just enough to meet her eyes.

“Are you okay?” he murmured against her lips, his breath hot, his chest heaving.

Y/N nodded frantically, tugging him closer until their bodies pressed tight together. “I’m fine. Don’t stop. Please, Jaehyun.”

That was all he needed. His lips curved into a shaky smile before he pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it aside, immediately dipping down to kiss the skin he revealed. Her shoulders, the swell of her chest, the dip of her stomach—he worshipped every inch, his lips hot and reverent.

She fumbled with his shirt, tugging impatiently until he let out a laugh and helped peel it off, baring smooth muscle and warm skin she couldn’t resist running her hands over. “God, you’re unreal,” she breathed, tracing his chest before he captured her mouth again in a kiss that left her dizzy.

Piece by piece, their clothes disappeared between heated kisses and desperate touches until nothing separated them but skin and breath. Jaehyun hovered over her on the bed, eyes drinking her in, like he couldn’t quite believe this was real. His thumb brushed her cheek, his lips softening into a tender smile even with his body trembling from restraint.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, dipping down to kiss her again. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Her heart squeezed, but there was no room for words. She pulled him down, rolling them over and climbing on top.

He groaned, gripping her hips tight, guiding her as she reached down and slid the head of him through her folds, coating him in her slick. They both shuddered, desperate already, but she didn’t rush. She wanted to feel every inch of it.

When she finally sank down, slow, stretching around him, both of them cried out.

“Fuck—” Jaehyun’s eyes squeezed shut, his hands trembling as he cupped her waist. “You’re—fuck—you’re perfect.”

Y/N gasped, clutching at his shoulders, nails dragging across his skin. “Jae—oh god—you’re so big—I can feel everything.”

They moved together like they’d been waiting lifetimes. She rode him in steady, grinding motions, her breasts bouncing with each shift of her hips until Jaehyun buried his face between them, kissing, biting, teasing, worshipping her.

“You’re mine now,” he panted, sucking a nipple into his mouth. “Every sound you make—every inch of this perfect body—mine.”

She whimpered, shoving her tongue back into his mouth, drooling, messy, babbling against his lips. “Yours—fuck—stretching me open—Jae, I can’t stop—I don’t want to stop—”

His abs flexed beneath her, his cock dragging that perfect spot inside her until her thighs shook. His hands slid to her ass, lifting and dropping her harder onto him.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, tears prickling her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. She was drunk on him—his taste, his heat, the way he filled her so deep it made her lose her words.

And Jaehyun, through it all, just smiled that lazy, ruined smile. Like he’d won the lottery. 

When she finally came, it was with a scream muffled against his lips, her body clenching tight around him. He followed seconds later, thrusting up into her, spilling deep, groaning her name like it was a prayer.

Afterward, they stayed locked together, sweaty and shaking, mouths brushing, still kissing even as their breaths came ragged.

When the intensity faded, he didn’t pull away. He stayed pressed against her, kissing her lips softly, her cheeks, her nose—smiling between each kiss.

“Dreamt of this forever,” she whispered again, her chest rising and falling against his.

Jaehyun smiled so wide his dimples appeared, kissing her one more time, tender and slow. “Turns out you're the girl of my dreams.”

They stayed tangled together, kissing and laughing softly into the quiet, every brush of lips promising that this was only the beginning.

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Part VI : A Daughter’s resentment

The first three days of Jaehyun's absence were defined by a hostile, vibrating silence. Yuna was a whirlwind of directed fury. She refused to touch the toy towers Jaehyun had helped her build, kicking them across the room whenever she passed. When you tried to mention his name, she would cover her ears, her small face turning a bright, angry red.

"I don't have an Appa," she had declared on the second night, her voice trembling. "The giants got him."

But by the fourth day, the anger leaked out, leaving behind a hollow sadness. You were sitting in the nursery when she stopped midway playing with her plush toy. Her eyes, so much like Jaehyun’s, were wide and searching.

"Eomma?" she whispered. "Is Appa still fighting the giants? It's been a lot of nights."

You felt a sharp ache in your chest. You didn't even know where he was. "He's... handling business, Yuna."

"Did I make him stay away?" she asked, her lip quivering. "Because I said I hated him? If I say sorry, will the giants let him come back for pancakes?"

The heartbreak in her voice was a testament to the "little permanent happiness" Taeyong had warned Jaehyun about. Even in her anger, her world was incomplete without the man who had promised to hold her hand.

He had fallen into a repetitive, punishing routine over the past few days. By 8:00 AM every morning, Jaehyun was a phantom in his own company. He showed up at the office with the precision of a machine—his suits crisp, his hair perfectly gelled, his presence commanding. But the man inside was disintegrating. His eyes were perpetually bloodshot, hidden behind a pair of heavy designer frames that served as his only shield against the world. He moved through the halls like a well-programmed ghost, and though his presence was intimidating, the scent of expensive cologne couldn't quite mask the faint, sharp tang of the scotch he’d been using as a sedative until four in the morning.

He functioned on autopilot—signing contracts, leading board meetings, and navigating the mental torture of his responsibilities with a terrifying, hollow efficiency.

Eunha noticed the shift immediately. On the third morning, she stepped into his office, closing the door with a soft, suggestive click. She approached his desk, her hand reaching out to graze his shoulder as she leaned over with a stack of files.

"You look exhausted, Jaehyun," she whispered, her voice dropping into that familiar, intimate lilt. "Maybe you need a break. You should loosen up a bit, and I know exactly how to—"

"Get out."

The words weren't a shout; they were a low, dangerous growl. Jaehyun didn't even look up from his screen. His jaw was set so tight it looked like stone.

"Jaehyun, I’m just trying to—"

"You are a secretary, Eunha. Act like one," he snapped, his gaze finally snapping to hers. There was no heat in his eyes anymore, no desire for the distraction she offered. There was only a cold, visceral disgust—mostly for himself. "If you cross that line again, your resignation will be on my desk by noon. Do not touch me. Do not speak to me unless it is about work. Am I clear?"

She recoiled as if he’d slapped her, the power dynamic she’d carefully cultivated vanishing in a single breath. Jaehyun watched her leave, then slumped back in his chair, his hand trembling as he rubbed his face. He wasn't being "moral"; he was just tired. He was tired of the shallow warmth of people who didn't actually know him.

Back at the estate, the atmosphere was different. For the first time, the massive, state-of-the-art kitchen wasn't being run by a staff in white coats. You had sent them away. You needed to do something with your hands, something that wasn't signing a check or managing a social calendar.

You were covered in flour, a smudge of it white against your cheek, as you pulled a tray of slightly lopsided chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. They weren't "patisserie" perfect, but they were warm, and they smelled like a home instead of a museum.

Yuna sat on the marble island, her legs swinging, her eyes wide as she watched you. "Eomma? Are we allowed to make a mess?"

"Today? We're allowed to make the biggest mess in Seoul," you said, forcing a smile as you handed her a warm cookie.

The initial fury Yuna had felt toward her father had faded into a quiet, haunting confusion. She took a bite, but her eyes drifted to the window overlooking the manicured gardens.

"Eomma?" she asked softly, her voice barely a whisper.

"Yes, baby?"

"Is Appa still mad at me?" She looked up, her lower lip trembling. "I told the giants I was sorry. I said I didn't mean the 'H' word. Why won't he come back to the house?"

It was the same mental torture you and Jaehyun had endured since you were six—the constant fear of being "discarded" if you weren't perfect. You saw your own childhood trauma reflecting in her tear-filled eyes, and you refused to let it take root.

"He's not mad, baby," you said, dropping the oven mitt and pulling her into your lap, ignoring the flour getting on your clothes. "He’s just... he’s a little lost. Like when you lose your favorite toy under the bed. He needs us to show him the way back."

To drown out the heavy silence of the estate, you turned the afternoon into a whirlwind of distractions. You chased her through the long, sun-drenched corridors, her small socks sliding on the polished wood as she squealed with delight. You played hide-and-seek behind the heavy velvet curtains and built a makeshift castle out of the expensive silk throw pillows in the lounge. You did everything to make sure only laughter would grace her face.

Eventually, the sugar and the excitement wore her out. You carried a sleepy, heavy-lidded Yuna up the grand staircase to her room. As you tucked her in for an afternoon nap, she gripped your thumb with her small hand.

"Tell Appa... I miss him," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut.

You waited until her breathing was deep and even before you walked out, the playful smile vanished from your face. You went straight to your room, sat on the bed, and dialed the one person who knew exactly which hole Jaehyun had crawled into.

"Taeyong," you said, your voice hard and determined. "I don't care what he is doing, and I don’t care if he’s ashamed.Tell me where he is. I’m bringing him home."

The tires of the Lamborghini screamed against the asphalt as Jaehyun took a sharp turn onto the rain-slicked highway. Inside the cabin, the air was toxic—a suffocating mix of expensive cologne and the sharp, acidic burn of neat scotch. The speedometer climbed, the engine’s roar sounding less like a feat of engineering and more like a cornered animal’s howl.

Jaehyun’s vision was a smear of neon lights and wet pavement. His hands were white-knuckled and trembling on the steering wheel. He was insanely drunk, the kind of drunk where the world feels both too fast and agonizingly heavy.

His phone buzzed incessantly in the center console. He swiped it with a clumsy, aggressive motion.

"What?" he barked into the speaker, his voice a jagged wreck.

"Jaehyun, pull the car over. Now," Taeyong’s voice was sharp with authority, but his underlying panic was palpable. "I can hear the engine. You’re going to kill yourself."

"Maybe that's the point, Hyung," Jaehyun slurred, a hysterical, hollow laugh bubbling up in his throat. "Maybe a ghost should finally stay dead. I haven't been back in days. I’m just sitting in a hotel room waiting for the walls to swallow me because I can't look at my daughter anymore."

"Jae, listen to me," Taeyong pleaded. "Y/N just called me. She’s looking for you. She sounded... different. She wants you to go home."

"Home? To what?" Jaehyun swerved, the car fishtailing slightly before he corrected it with a jerk. "To the look on Yuna's face? I missed it Hyung, her first day of school. The most important day of her life, and where was I? in a hotel room with Eunha, trying to feel anything other than the suffocation of that house. I was hooking up with my secretary while my daughter was looking for me. And then she saw me later. She looked me in the eye and said she hated me. My three-year-old knows I’m a coward and doesn’t want to see me.

"You idiot!" Taeyong’s voice crackled with a sudden, sharp fury. "I told you to stop playing around with her. I told you Eunha was a parasite feeding on your misery. You spent months 

"I ended it!" Jaehyun screamed back, slamming his hand against the leather dash. "I told her to get out! I told her if she touched me again, I’d destroy her career. It’s over, hyung. I’m done with the distractions."

"Telling her 'it's over' isn't enough, Jaehyun," Taeyong snapped, his tone cold and pragmatic. "She’s still in your office. She’s still in your space. If you actually want to go home, if you actually want to look Yuna in the eye, you fire her. You scrub that mistake out of your life entirely. You can't heal in the same room where you poisoned yourself."

Jaehyun let out a sob that sounded like a physical tear in his chest. "We’ve been bound together since we were six. Twenty years of being 'the perfect couple' for the cameras, and I’m so broken I can't even show up for a child. You want to know what it feels like to be me?"

"Jaehyun, slow down—"

"She sleeps with him, Taeyong!" Jaehyun screamed, the confession finally bursting out of him. "Your brother. Mark. The one who got to be the human while you and I became the machines. She goes to him because he’s 'free.' He’s holding her in the dark while I’m out here chasing shadows like Eunha just to feel like I’m not a corpse. 

The silence on the other end of the line was deafening. The wind whistled through the slight crack in the window as Taeyong absorbed the hit. Mark. His own blood, the younger brother he had protected, was the one dismantling Jaehyun’s life.

"Jae..." Taeyong’s voice broke, the anger replaced by a crushing, profound pity. "I didn't... I didn't know it was Mark. God, Jae, I’m so incredibly sorry. I’m going to handle him. I promise you, I will end it. I'll make sure he never touches her again. Just stay alive long enough to get home."

Jaehyun’s foot finally eased off the pedal. The roar of the V12 dipped into a low, mournful hum. He swerved onto the shoulder of the road, the tires crunching on gravel before the car came to a jarring halt. He slumped over the wheel, his forehead resting on the cold leather, his entire body racking with violent, silent sobs.

Jaehyun wiped his face with the back of his hand, his breathing finally leveling out. The drunk, hysterical edge had been replaced by a heavy, grounding realization: he couldn't stay on this shoulder forever. He had to face the wreckage.

He drove back to the estate with agonizing care, every turn of the wheel a conscious effort. When he finally pushed open the heavy front doors, the silence of the mansion didn't feel like a threat—it felt like a witness.

He walked up the stairs, his footsteps muffled by the carpet, and stopped at Yuna’s door. It was cracked open with just a sliver. Standing in the hallway, he watched the soft rise and fall of her shoulders under the duvet. As he looked at her a fresh wave of grief hit him—not the loud, drunken kind, but a quiet, sharp ache. He had missed so much in just a few days of running. He didn't go in; he didn't feel worthy of waking her. He just admired her from the shadows, a man looking at a miracle he almost threw away.

Finally, he turned toward the primary suite.

The room was dim, the bedside lamp unlit. He thought you were already asleep until he saw the silhouette on the balcony. You leaned against the railing, staring out at the expansive gardens, the moonlight catching your natural beauty.

He stepped out into the night air, the chill biting through him. He stood beside you, not touching, just existing in the same space.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. It was the simplest thing he had said to you in years. "I’m sorry for missing Yuna’s first day. I’m sorry for being a ghost."

You didn't look at him, but you didn't pull away either. "Yuna thinks the giants took you. She’s been apologizing to the hallway for saying she hated you."

Jaehyun closed his eyes, a pained sound escaping his throat. "I talked to Taeyong. On the way here. I told him I’m done with the distractions. I told him I ended things with Eunha... but he’s right. I can't just end the 'hookup.' I have to fire her. I have to scrub every part of that mistake out of my life if I’m ever going to be able to look Yuna in the eye again."

As the silence took over without your response, Jaehyun proceeded, his gaze shifting from the horizon to the floor.

"Do you remember the charity gala my family hosted?" Jaehyun asked, his voice a low, jagged rasp. It was a memory pulled from a time before the bitterness had set in. "We were eight. You were wearing that stiff lace dress that you kept scratching at."

You didn't move, but the tension in your shoulders dropped a fraction of an inch. "And you were hiding under the dessert table because your father told you that you had to deliver the welcome toast in three languages."

"I succeeded for a solid twenty minutes. Until you crawled under there with a plate of petit fours and told me my tie was crooked."

"Someone had to," you whispered, leaning back just enough to look at him. The moonlight softened the edges of his tired face. "You looked like you were being marched to the gallows."

"I was," he murmured, his voice thick with the memory. "And you were the only one who didn't look at me like a prodigy. You looked at me like I was a kid who was about to cry."

You let out a long, trembling breath, finally turning your body slightly toward him. You didn't reach for him, but the wall between you felt thinner. "I’m sorry, too, Jaehyun," you said softly. "I’m sorry for letting us get so cold. I think I spent so much time resenting the fact that we were forced together that I forgot you were the only other person trapped in this with me. I stopped looking at you because it was easier to be 'practical' than to see how much we were both hurting."

It was a quiet, sober recognition of your shared history. You weren't fixed, but the isolation was gone. You were just two people who had known each other since they were six, finally acknowledging the gravity of their proximity.

Jaehyun finally reached out, his hand trembling as he rested it over yours on the railing. It wasn't a possessive grip; it was a plea for a ceasefire, a simple acknowledgement of your presence in his life.

Jaehyun finally reached out, his hand trembling as he rested it over yours on the railing. It wasn't a romantic gesture; it was a ceasefire. "I want to be that person again," he whispered. "I don't know how to do it yet... but I'm here."

The next morning, the sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains in pale, thin strips. As you stirred, your hand instinctively reached across the expansive mattress, searching for a warmth that wasn't there. The silk sheets were cool and perfectly smooth on Jaehyun’s side. For a heart-stopping second, the old anxiety flared up—the fear that you have opened up way too much last night.

You threw on a silk robe and hurried out of the room, your footsteps quiet on the hallway runner. But as you approached the top of the grand staircase, a sound drifted up that made you pause: the frantic, rhythmic clink-clink-clink of a whisk hitting a metal bowl, punctuated by the high-pitched, bubbly giggle of a three-year-old.

You walked toward the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe to take in a sight that felt like a glitch in the mansion's matrix.

Jaehyun wasn't in a suit. He wasn't even in his usual "casual" button-down. He was wearing a soft, oversized cream-colored cashmere sweater—the kind of "warm" clothing he usually avoided because it made him look too approachable, too soft. His hair was messy, ungelled and falling over his forehead, and he had a pair of comfortable white shorts on. 

He was focused intently on a pan of sizzling batter, but he wasn't alone. Yuna was practically glued to his left leg. Every time Jaehyun moved to reach for the spatula or the milk, Yuna shuffled along with him, her small hands gripping the soft wool of his sweater as if he were a life raft.

"Appa, it’s bubbles! Look!" Yuna squealed, pointing at the pancake.

"I see them, baby. That means it’s almost time for the flip," Jaehyun murmured. His voice was husky with sleep, but it held a gentleness that felt brand new. He looked down at her, his expression a mix of awe and a desperate kind of tenderness. "Are you sure you don't want to sit in your chair? I promise I'm just going to the fridge."

"No," Yuna said firmly, tightening her grip on the cream wool. "The fridge is too far. You might get lost again."

Jaehyun went still for a moment, the weight of her words hitting him visibly. He caught sight of you in the doorway and offered a small, uncertain look—the expression of a man who knew he was trespassing in a domestic world he hadn't earned yet.

"Eomma! Appa is making circles!" Yuna announced, her face beaming.

"I see that," you said, walking further into the kitchen. The scent of vanilla and burnt butter was a welcome change from the usual sterile smell of the house. "Since when did you learn how to handle a stovetop?"

Jaehyun let out a short, self-deprecating huff. "I didn't. I had to watch three YouTube videos just to figure out how not to set the smoke alarm off. I think the first batch could probably be used as roof shingles."

He gestured to a plate of charcoal-black discs sitting in the sink. You couldn't help it; a genuine laugh bubbled up. "Well, at least you’re consistent. You always did aim for 'durable' results."

Jaehyun’s eyes softened, he reached out to flip the current pancake, and even though his technique was clumsy, Yuna cheered as if he was the best cook in the world.

"Yuna, why don't you let Appa move so he can get the plates?" you suggested, moving toward them.

"I'm a koala," Yuna declared, burying her face in the soft fabric of his sweater. "Koalas don't let go."

Jaehyun looked at you over her head, a helpless, tired smile on his lips. "It’s okay. I can work with a koala. I think I’ve spent enough time being 'unreachable' anyway. I don't mind the extra weight."

He sets the plates over on the dining table, the porcelain clinking softly against the wood. After doing so, he carefully tries to peel Yuna from him to place her in a chair beside him, but the girl remains insistent that he just feeds her while carrying her. She wraps her legs tighter around his waist, her small face buried in the soft, cream-colored wool of his sweater.

Jaehyun sighs, a sound that is more fond than frustrated. "Alright, alright. I guess I’m a high-chair today," he murmurs, settling into his own seat with her perched firmly on his lap.

The three of you eat comfortably, the clinking of silverware the only sound besides Yuna’s occasional happy hums. Jaehyun is attentive, blowing on each small piece of pancake before offering it to her. He looks at her with an intensity that suggests he’s trying to memorize the exact shade of her eyes.

"Appa?" Yuna asks, leaning back to look at him. "Are you going to put on your suit now? Are the giants calling you on the phone?"

Jaehyun sets the fork down and looks her directly in the eye. "No more giants today, Yuna. And no stiff suits. In fact," he glances up at you, his gaze lingering for a second before returning to her, "I’ve decided I won’t be going to work for some time. I’m staying right here. We have a lot of towers to build and a lot of movies to catch up on."

You raise your brows at that, a piece of pancake pausing halfway to your mouth. It’s a shock to the system. For a man who usually measures his worth in billable hours and corporate takeovers, the idea of him voluntarily stepping away is entirely new.

"You’re taking a leave?" you ask quietly. "For how long?"

"Until I’m sure the 'H' word is gone for good," he says, his voice low and sincere.

Yuna’s eyes light up. "Then we can watch the movie! The one with the ice queen and the snowman!"

Once the plates are cleared, the three of you move to the massive, plush living room couch. Jaehyun settles into the cushions, still playing the role of the "koala tree" as Yuna sprawls across him, her head resting right over his heart. You sit at the other end, close enough that your knees occasionally brush his, the domesticity of it all feeling both beautiful and fragile.

As the opening credits begin to roll, the living room—usually a place of ice and silence—feels transformed by the bright colors on the screen. But you know the reality of the calendar.

"Yuna, baby," you say gently, leaning toward her. "Since Appa is staying home to play, that means you have to do your job, too. You’ve missed a lot of days already. On Monday, you need to go back to school."

Yuna’s face falls instantly, her eyes darting from the screen to the soft fabric of Jaehyun's sweater. "But if I go, you’ll leave again. You’ll go back to the office."

Jaehyun tucks a stray curl behind her ear, his hand lingering there with a touch so gentle it almost looks foreign on him. "I won't. I'll tell you what—this time, I’m the one who’s going to drive you. I’ll walk you all the way to the door, and I’ll be standing right there at the gate when the bell rings to bring you home. I promise."

Yuna looks at him, searching his face for any sign of a lie. "Pinky promise? The real kind?"

Jaehyun gravely hooks his pinky finger with her tiny one. "The realest kind."

Yuna lets out a happy sigh and settles back against his chest, her eyes glued to the screen as the music starts. You watch them from your side of the couch, the sight of the two of them—one small and hopeful, one grown and trying to mend a thousand breaks—stirring something complicated in your chest. You want to believe him. You want to trust that the man who missed the first day would never miss another.

The movie credits began to roll in a quiet crawl, the bright Disney melodies fading into a soft, instrumental hum. Yuna’s breathing had long since become deep and rhythmic, her small hand finally losing its iron grip on Jaehyun’s cream sweater.

Jaehyun moved with a practiced, agonizing slowness. He scooped her up, cradling her head against his shoulder as he stood. He walked upstairs to her room, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he didn't just drop her off. He tucked her in, adjusted her favorite plush toy, and lingered in the doorway, watching her sleep for several minutes before finally heading back down.

When he returned to the living room, you were still sitting on the couch, staring at the blank television screen. The warmth of the morning felt like it was evaporating, replaced by the cool, sharp reality of your shared history.

Jaehyun sat down, though he kept a respectful distance. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I meant what I told her," he began, his voice low and earnest. "I’ve already cleared my schedule for the next two weeks. I want to be here every morning. I want to be the one who—"

"Jaehyun," you interrupted, your voice flat and devoid of the lightheartedness from breakfast. You turned to look at him, your eyes searching his with a profound, weary doubt. "Just make sure you aren’t actually keeping her hopes up this time. I can handle your absences. I’ve had years of practice. But she’s three. If you promise her the world and then disappear back into God knows where again... I don't think she'll forgive you a second time."

Jaehyun’s mouth opened, a protest or a deeper apology sitting on the tip of his tongue. He looked like he wanted to reach out, to promise you that he was different now. But the weight of his recent choices—the missed school day, the drinking, Eunha—sat between you like a physical barrier.

"I—" he started, but you were already standing up.

"I’m going to shower," you said, cutting him off before he could offer words that you weren't ready to believe.

You walked away without looking back, leaving him alone in the center of the silent living room. Upstairs, the steam of the shower filled the bathroom, the hot water hitting your shoulders in an attempt to wash away the tension of the last few days. You leaned your head against the cool tiles, closing your eyes.

After you finished, you wrapped yourself in a fresh robe and sat on the edge of the bed. The house was quiet, but your mind was a riot of noise. You picked up your phone, your thumb hovering over Mark's name.

Mark was the one who had seen you through the loneliest nights. He was the quiet comfort you sought when Jaehyun’s coldness became too much to bear. While Jaehyun was out being a "machine," Mark was the person who actually listened, providing the warmth that had been missing from your marriage. But looking at the closed door, and thinking of the moments you have shared the night before, you knew the cycle had to stop. You couldn't ask Jaehyun to be better while you were still holding onto a backdoor escape.

You pressed the call. It only rang twice before he picked up.

"Mark?" you whispered into the receiver, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to stay firm. "It's me. We need to talk. Properly."

"Uhh, sure?" Mark’s voice came through, low and laced with an immediate, cautious concern. "Did something happen? You sound... different."

As you walked down the grand staircase, the clinking of porcelain echoed from the kitchen. You found Jaehyun there, his sleeves still rolled up, meticulously washing the last of the breakfast dishes. He looked up as you entered, his eyes taking in your outfit and the keys in your hand.

"Are you headed out?" he asked, his voice quiet, devoid of the usual cold authority. He paused, drying his hands on a towel. "Will you be home for dinner?"

"I’m going to meet a friend," you replied, your hand tightening slightly around the keys.

You waited for the flicker of suspicion or the cold, possessive tilt of his head, but it never came. He simply nodded, his expression softening as if he realized you needed your own space just as much as he had needed his. He wasn't trying to cage you; he was simply acknowledging the reality of your life.

"I understand," he said quietly. "Enjoy yourself."

He turned back to the counter, but you found yourself pausing at the threshold. The lack of tension in him made the truth feel even heavier. "I’ll be home for dinner, Jaehyun," you added, the statement feeling like a small, tentative bridge being built. "I'll be back by six."

He didn't turn around, but you saw the slight rise of his shoulders as he took a breath. "I’ll have something ready," he murmured. "Be safe."

You walked out to the parking lot, the engine of your Porsche 911 roaring to life, the sound bouncing off the concrete walls. The drive to Mark’s apartment was a blur of traffic and heavy thoughts. You parked the car and took the elevator up, the silence of the lift echoing the finality of your decision.

When the door opened, Mark was standing there. He looked like the opposite of the life you lived—casual, warm, and entirely uncomplicated.

You take hesitant steps going inside, facing him as soon as you are inside. The apartment, once your only place of refuge, suddenly felt like a stage for a play that had reached its final act.

"Taeyong called me," Mark said softly, his voice dropping into a somber register as he leaned back against the doorframe. He didn't move to touch you, and the familiar warmth that usually greeted you was replaced by a quiet, shared understanding that the air between you had changed.

"He didn't hold back. My brother reminded me that regardless of how cold that house felt to you, there’s a three-year-old girl in the middle of it now. He told me it was pretty bad, what we were doing... that Yuna deserves parents who are at least trying to be whole."

He looked at you then, his eyes softening with a sad, sentimental smile. "And he was right. I think I knew it, too. I was your sanctuary, but a sanctuary is just a place you hide from the storm. It’s not a home. Especially not when there’s a child like Yuna waiting for the people she loves to finally stay."

The realization hit you hard. Even Mark, the man who had been your peace, recognized that the stakes had shifted. Taeyong’s intervention—as both his brother and the man who knew the wreckage of your marriage best—had stripped away the blur of the affair, leaving only the reality of the damage it was doing to a little girl who didn't deserve to be caught in the crossfire.

"I can't live in the shadows anymore," you whispered, the finality of it settling in your chest. "Not if I'm going to ask for the light to be turned back on at home."

Mark nodded slowly, a final, quiet acceptance. He didn't try to argue or plead; he simply looked at you with the gaze of someone who truly cared enough to let go.

"Then go," he said gently, reaching out to give your shoulder one last, grounding squeeze. "Go be the mother she needs. Go see if that house can actually feel like a home tonight."

You stepped back out into the hallway, the weight on your shoulders feeling different—not lighter, but more honest. 

Part VII: Quiet Surrender

The drive back was quieter than the drive there. As you pulled the Porsche into the driveway, the estate didn’t look like the cold, imposing fortress it usually was. Instead, the golden glow of the interior lights spilled out onto the manicured lawn, making the house look soft—almost inviting.

When you stepped through the front door, the first thing that hit you wasn't the scent of expensive lilies, but the savory, mouth-watering aroma of roasted chicken and herbs. The house felt warm. It wasn't just the heating system; it was the life vibrating within the walls.

You walked toward the dining room and paused. Jaehyun was still in that cream cashmere sweater, though he had added a comedic touch: a ruffled floral apron he must have found in the back of the pantry. He was sitting low in his chair, patiently blowing on a spoonful of mashed potatoes for Yuna.

"Eomma! You're back!" Yuna beamed, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Look! Appa made a volcano out of the potatoes!"

Jaehyun looked up, his eyes meeting yours. There was no judgment there, only a soft, relieved smile. "Welcome home," he said quietly. "We just started."

You took your seat, and for a few minutes, you and Jaehyun ate in a comfortable, domestic silence. The clinking of silverware was underscored by the "cracking" of the ice that had lived in your chest for so long. Seeing him like this—disheveled, helpful, and present—was slowly mending the parts of you that had gone numb.

"Eomma, where did you go?" Yuna asked, her mouth slightly messy with gravy. "I woke up from my nap and you weren't in the fort. I thought maybe the giants got you too."

You felt a small pang of guilt, but you smoothed it over with a gentle smile. "No giants, baby. I just had to go meet a friend for a little bit."

"Who?" Yuna tilted her head, her curiosity never-ending.

"I met up with Auntie Yeji," you said, offering a small white lie.

Yuna’s eyes went wide. "Auntie Yeji? I miss her! She makes the bestest funny faces." She poked at a stray pea on her plate, her voice turning a bit wistful. "Does she want to play with me again soon? I want to show her my new toys! I have the sparkly pony and the doctor kit now!"

"I'm sure she’d love to see them," you replied, your heart squeezing a little at her innocence. "I'll tell her you have a whole new collection to show her."

"And we have to play hide and seek!" Yuna added excitedly, her hands waving in the air. "Auntie Yeji is the best at hiding. One time she hid in the big laundry basket and I couldn't find her for a hundred years! Tell her she has to come play and see my toys soon, okay Eomma?"

Jaehyun let out a genuine, low chuckle that vibrated through the room. "A hundred years? That’s a long time for Auntie Yeji to be in a laundry basket. I’ll have to make sure she brings an overnight bag if she’s going to hide that well again."

The dinner continued with Yuna babbling on about which new toy Auntie Yeji would like the best. When the plates were finally cleared, Jaehyun stood up and scooped a giggling Yuna into his arms.

"Alright, little koala. It’s bath time," he announced. He looked over at you, his expression earnest. "Why don't you go upstairs and relax? Take a long soak or just lie down. I’ve got her tonight. You’ve had a long day."

"Are you sure?" you asked, surprised. Bath time with a three-year-old was usually an Olympic-level sport involving water splashing everywhere.

"I'm sure," Jaehyun said, adjusting Yuna on his hip. He looked down at the little girl. "Ready to make a bubble beard, Yuna?"

"Yes! A giant one!" she cheered.

As they headed toward the stairs, Jaehyun stopped and looked back at you. "The tea is on the counter. It’s still hot."

You watched them disappear up the stairs, the sound of Yuna’s laughter echoing through the halls. For the first time in years, the silence in the kitchen wasn't lonely, it was peaceful.

You looked at the steaming cup of tea Jaehyun had left on the counter. It was a kind gesture almost too kind. The sudden shift in the house was giving you whiplash, and you didn't know how to process the warmth radiating from the kitchen. You swallowed your emotions, deciding that a cup of herbal tea wasn't going to cut through the layers of confusion in your chest. You needed something a bit more potent.

Bypassing the kettle, you headed for the wine fridge and pulled out a bottle of Domaine de la Romanée-Conti. You poured a glass and downed it in one go, the rich red wine offering a sharp contrast to the domestic sweetness of the evening. You grabbed the bottle and a fresh glass, heading upstairs.

As you passed the hallway, the sound of splashing water and high-pitched giggles drifted out. You caught a glimpse through the cracked bathroom door, Jaehyun was kneeling on the floor, his sleeves pushed up, with a massive "beard" of white bubbles Yuna had smeared onto his face. He was making a ridiculous face, and Yuna was shrieking with delight.

The sight was too much. It felt like a beautiful lie you weren't ready to buy into yet.

You retreated to your shared master bedroom, the bottle and glass clinking in your hands. You walked straight into the en-suite bathroom, needing to submerge yourself in something other than your own thoughts. You didn't turn on the lights, preferring to light up some scented candles and relying on the dim glow of the bedroom as you sank into the warm water of the tub, finishing the bottle as you leaned your head back.

Eventually, the house grew quiet. Jaehyun had finished with Yuna and made his way to the shared bedroom. Noticing the bathroom door was slightly ajar, he stepped toward it to check on you.

He stood there for a moment, watching you in the quiet dimness of the candlelight. His gaze was soft, lingering on you with a look of quiet contemplation, as if he were trying to memorize the scene.

Suddenly, you opened your eyes.

You caught him staring, and the sheer timing of it caught him completely off guard. He actually jumped a little, his hand flying to the doorframe as his composed expression crumbled into a look of pure, sheepish surprise.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain some of his dignity. He looked at the empty bottle on the ledge and then back at you, his voice softening. "Yuna is out cold. She’s finally asleep. I... I didn't want to disturb you, I just wanted to see if you needed anything."

He stayed there, hovering at the door, seemingly torn between giving you your space and wanting to step closer into the warm, candlelit room.

"You know, you shouldn't stutter," you said, your voice low and slightly husky from the wine. You shifted in the warm water, a semi-teasing glint in your eyes as you looked at him through the flickering candlelight. "It's not like this is something you haven't seen before, Jaehyun."

The flush on his cheeks deepened, reaching the tips of his ears. He let out a dry, breathless laugh, finally stepping fully into the bathroom but keeping a respectful distance near the vanity. "I suppose not. I just... I didn't want to intrude on your peace."

You reached for the empty glass, swirling the last few drops of red. "Peace is a strong word for a bottle of Romanée-Conti in the dark. But speaking of things I haven't seen... why are you being so domestic all of a sudden? The apron, the 'potato volcanoes,' the bubble beards... it’s a bit of a shock to the system."

Jaehyun’s playful embarrassment ebbed away, replaced by a raw, quiet sincerity. He leaned against the marble counter, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"I have a lot of faults to answer for," he murmured, his voice tightening. "I’ve spent so much time being the man who stayed away... the man who came home at four in the morning smelling like a life that didn't include you or Yuna. Coming home with a different scent on my clothes, pretending I wasn't destroying the only good thing I had.

He looked back at you, his eyes shimmering with a mix of exhaustion and genuine regret. "I hated myself for it, but I didn't know how to stop the cycle until I saw how much it was hurting Yuna. Seeing her face when I walked in today... I realized I was becoming a stranger in my own home. I regret it. Every second of it."

The tension in the room shifted, turning from lighthearted teasing to something much heavier. You sat up slightly, the water rippling around you. "And what assurance do I have that this 'change' is forever, Jaehyun? It’s all so sudden. One day you don’t come home for a week, the next you’re the world’s best father. It’s hard to keep up. I’m utterly confused."

You looked at him, your mind screaming at you to be careful. "Is this just a phase? A reaction to a guilty conscience? Because I can’t let you break her heart by going back to that other life the moment this house feels too quiet for you."

Jaehyun moved closer, kneeling down by the edge of the tub. He reached out as if to touch the water, his fingers hovering just above the surface before he pulled his hand back suddenly, as if he didn't feel worthy of the warmth. He looked up at you, his eyes brimming with a devastating level of regret and a longing he had been trying to suppress all evening.

The air between you became electric, thick with years of resentment and an underlying pull that neither of you had been able to fully sever. Before he could apologize again, before he could retreat into his guilt, you reached out.

Your hands, damp and warm, suddenly grabbed onto his face, pulling him toward you. The movement was sharp, desperate, and caught him completely off guard. You leaned forward and kissed him, a kiss that tasted of expensive wine, candle wax, and a complicated, breaking history.

Jaehyun froze for a heartbeat, his breath hitching against your lips, before his eyes fluttered shut and his hands found the edge of the tub, gripping it until his knuckles went white as he kissed you back.

The kiss deepened, turning from a desperate question into a heated demand. Your fingers tangled in the soft, expensive wool of his cream cashmere sweater, tugging at the hem with a sudden, impatient hunger. Jaehyun let out a low, muffled groan against your lips, his hands moving from the cold marble of the tub to your arms, his touch a frantic contrast to the gentle father he had been just an hour ago.

Slowly, you worked the fabric upward, ridding him of the sweater that had symbolized his "domestic" shift, wanting to get back to the man beneath the layers. He helped you with a feverish urgency, the garment discarded somewhere on the tiled floor.

As you tried to pull him into the tub with you, the water rippling and spilling over the sides, Jaehyun suddenly paused. He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing ragged. He looked at you with a flicker of hesitation, his eyes searching yours for more than just a fleeting impulse.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice thick with an unsure, trembling hope. "Is it... is it actually okay for us to do this? I don't want to take advantage of... of tonight."

The alcohol was running through your veins now, a warm, numbing tide that silenced the voices of caution and the memories of his long absences. You didn't want to think about the "why" or the "how long." You just wanted to feel something other than the hollow ache that had defined your marriage for so long.

"It's okay," you murmured, your hands sliding down to his waist to pull him closer. You looked him in the eye, your gaze heavy and clouded. "I don't care, Jaehyun. Just... don't stop."

Jaehyun didn't need to be told twice. The last of his restraint snapped, and he climbed over the ledge, but not before he removed both his shorts and boxers. Your mouth watered at the sight; you knew Jaehyun had been going to the gym more these days, and hell, it had paid off too well. The candlelight caught the sharp lines of his physique, tracing the results of hours of discipline that you hadn't been around to witness lately.

He sank into the water beside you, the heat of the tub suddenly magnified by the heat of his skin. The water overflowed, splashing onto the marble floor as he reclaimed your lips, never once breaking the connection. The steam and the scent of the candles enveloped you both, blurring the lines between the life you were trying to fix and the passion that had always been your undoing.

You pushed Jaehyun down and his back hits the bath tub, slowly you straddle him kissing his neck and rubbing your hands all over his chest making him moan underneath you and for a moment you look up looking at him he says “Please I need you inside me now” you obliged no longer able to wait yourself too, you sink into his member in a slowly painful way, and his mouth form an “O” shape from the pleasure.

The water sloshes around you both as you lower yourself fully onto his thick cock, the stretch burning just right, making your breath hitch. Jaehyun's hands grip your hips hard, fingers digging into your skin with a roughness that sends sparks up your spine. He bucks up instinctively, thrusting deeper, and you gasp, nails scraping down his chest in retaliation, leaving red trails that make him hiss through clenched teeth.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growls, voice low and ragged, eyes locked on yours with raw hunger. You start to move, rolling your hips in a slow grind at first, feeling every ridge and vein of his shaft drag against your inner walls. But the need builds fast—too fast—and you pick up the pace, slamming down onto him harder, the water splashing over the tub's edge with each bounce.

Jaehyun doesn't stay passive. His grip tightens, one hand sliding up to your ass, squeezing the flesh roughly before delivering a sharp smack that echoes in the steamy bathroom. The sting makes you clench around him involuntarily, pulling a deep groan from his throat. "That's it, ride me like you mean it," he demands, his other hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your neck. He latches on, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, marking you as his teeth graze just hard enough to border on pain.

You cry out, the mix of pleasure and edge pushing you closer to the brink. Your nails rake down his chest, leaving red trails over his toned muscles, and he hisses in response, thrusting up to meet your descent with brutal force. The rhythm turns frantic wet slaps of skin on skin, your pussy gripping his cock like a vice as he pounds into you from below. Sweat and bathwater mix on your bodies, making everything slippery and intense.

"Harder," you whimper, leaning forward to capture his lips in a messy kiss, tongues clashing as you grind down. He obliges, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place while he drives up relentlessly, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. The roughness amps everything up—his fingers bruising your hips, the way he nips at your lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood, licking it away with a possessive swipe.

Tension coils tight in your core, every thrust pushing you higher. Jaehyun's breaths come in harsh pants against your mouth, his body tensing beneath you. "Come for me," he rasps, voice breaking as he slams up one last time, grinding deep. The command shatters you—your orgasm crashes over you in waves, pussy spasming around his cock, milking him as you scream his name. He follows seconds later, hips jerking erratically as he floods you with hot cum, filling you to the brim until it leaks out around where you're joined.

You collapse onto his chest, both of you heaving, the water settling into gentle ripples around your spent bodies. Jaehyun's arms wrap around you, holding you close with a tenderness that contrasts the roughness from moments before, his lips brushing your temple in a soft kiss.

The water had cooled slightly, the steam now a soft mist clinging to the candlelit air. The frantic energy of the last hour had ebbed away, leaving behind a heavy, vibrating silence. You sat in the curve of his arms, foreheads pressed together, both of you breathing in the same humid air.

For the first time in a long time, the walls you’d built weren't just cracked—they were leveled. The wine had loosened the knot in your chest, but it was the heat of him, the physical reality of his presence, that finally pushed the truth to the surface.

"I ended it," you whispered, the words barely audible over the soft trickle of water.

Jaehyun’s body remained remarkably still. He didn't flinch or pull away. Instead, he let out a slow, measured exhale, his expression slipping into a quiet, almost detached nonchalance. He didn't ask who; he didn't need to. He knew the ghost that had been filling the spaces he left empty.

"With Mark," you continued, your voice gaining a fragile kind of strength as you looked him in the eye. "It’s over. For good. I saw him today... and I told him it was the last time."

Jaehyun closed his eyes for a moment, absorbing the words. There was no theatrical shock or outburst of wounded pride. Deep down, the weight of his own transgressions—the nights he didn't come home and the scents he brought back—acted as a heavy anchor, keeping him from judging you. He knew he was far from sinless; he knew the glass house they lived in had been shattered by his own hands long ago.

"I’m not in a position to throw stones, Y/N," he murmured, his voice steady but low. "I’ve spent enough time being the villain in this story to know why you needed someone to play the hero."

He reached up, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. His touch was light, almost clinical in its calmness, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of raw regret. He didn't ask for details or apologies; he simply accepted the reality of their shared mess.

"I’m just glad you’re the one telling me," he added, his voice softening just a fraction. "I think we’ve both done enough apologizing in our heads. I just want to be the man who stays from now on."

You looked at him—really looked at him—and saw the man who had been hiding under the expensive suits. He looked human, and for the first time, he looked like he was actually present.

"Don't make me regret choosing this, Jaehyun," you said, a final warning wrapped in a plea.

jaehyun waves the waiter over for the seventh time that night.

“sorry, just a refill for her,” he asks, flashing a polite smile.

the waiter nods, filling your glass with water before leaving. you could barely register it, with your chin ducked to your chest and your eyes squeezed shut. you could focus on only one thing: keeping yourself from having an accident.

jaehyun stabs his fork into his steak and takes a bite, “what’s the matter, baby?”

you can only muster a whimper in response, squeezing your thighs together.

he sighs and pushes your glass closer to you.

“just this last cup, and then we can go home,” he reassures, reaching for your hand next.

“i-i can’t, daddy,” you whine quietly, opening your eyes to look around, ensuring you weren’t making a complete fool of yourself.

“but you can, i know what my girl’s body can handle,” he takes a straw from the holster at the end of the table and places it in your glass, “come on, the quicker you finish, the quicker we can go home.”

you let out a half breath, knowing he probably had plans to torture you longer there as well. you reach out anyway, feeling the cold condensation wet your fingertips as you took big sips from the straw.

the corner of jaehyun’s lips curls upwards, and he leans in, dark eyes watching you approvingly. it’s like he could make you do anything if he just pushed enough.

you’d managed to finish just over half of your glass before you gave up. jaehyun didn’t bug you about it too much, just paid the check and helped your hunched figure out of the restaurant.

he cooed the entire way to the car, a strong arm around your waist to keep you from limping too much.

“you did amazing, my sweet girl,” he spoke as he buckled you in, giving a tug on the strap of the seatbelt so it’d press into your bladder. you flinched, and your legs writhed. “sit tight, ‘kay?”

you squeeze your thighs together once more, the vibrations from the engine starting doing little to calm you.

he reaches over and palms your thigh, “you can hold it, can’t you?”

-

at home, jaehyun took pity on you. he barely waited for the both of you to take your shoes off before carrying you to the bedroom

once laid down, he took off his own shirt before lifting your skirt. he smirks, satisfied at the sight of the wet patch on your panties. he pulls them off in favor of thumbing your puffy, slick folds.

“jesus, you’re fucking drenched,” he groans, spreading his fingers to see the stretching strings of slick, “aren’t you even a little bit embarrassed?”

you try to turn your gaze away from him, flushed with embarrassment. despite his mean words, however, he turns your face back to look at him as he drew his hand to his mouth. he sucks your wetness off of his thumb with an exaggerated slurp.

“my poor baby,” he breathes out, shuffling down your body so he could see your throbbing clit and the pitiful drops of piss that involuntarily spilled from your urethra.

you felt like screaming, your eyes welling with tears from both the pain and shame.

“you gotta tell me what you want, baby. you want me to taste your pretty little cunt? you wanna come on my tongue?”

you throw your head back and whimper, hands scrambling to get a grip on something. it was painful now, no more of that dull pleasure that came whenever you clenched to keep from pissing; now, it just hurt everywhere, your tummy squirming serving as evidence.

“jaehyunnie,” you pant, hips starting to buck, “please don’t be mean.”

jaehyun leans forward, planting a kiss on your clit and pressing on your full navel. a high-pitched moan escapes your lips.

“don’t worry, princess, i won’t make you work too hard for it tonight.”

he surges forward and swipes his tongue across the mess of your pee and slick coating your folds. you cry out and instinctively squeeze your legs around his head. he growls in response, the thumb that was prodding your sopping hole abandoned to pin one of your thighs to the mattress.

“keep your fucking legs open,” he grits out.

“jaehyunnie- jaehyunnie, please,” you sob, tangling one of your little hands in his hair.

“what’s the matter, baby?” he questions earnestly, slowing down to lick your pussy leisurely. “you still haven’t told me what you want. is it too much for you? you know, i should’ve known you couldn’t take it and were just going to waste my time.”

he moves to get up, wiping at his glossed lips.

“no, no!” you cry, hands shooting up to grab at him, “please, daddy, i-i’ll be good, j-just wanna potty.”

you sniffle pitifully, dragging jaehyun’s palm back down to your needy cunt.

“you will, won’t you?” he smirks, inserting two of his fingers into your tiny cunt, “you behaved so nicely at the restaurant, my sweet princess.”

he starts hammering two fingers into your pussy, enjoying the loud squelches that echoed off the walls. he leans forward, taking the shell of your ear between his teeth.

“you wanna pee, sweet thing?”

you nod frantically, fat tears spilling down your flushed cheeks and onto jaehyun’s forearms. he shouldn’t have gotten off on your tears as much as he did, but he couldn’t help himself; your little body, pinkened from head to toe and shaking like a leaf, made quite the sight.

he reaches down to finally unthread his belt. the clinking sound it makes when it falls onto the floor makes you flinch on instinct.

he rips his cock out of his slacks, and you gasp, blushing furiously.

“your cock is s-so big,” you murmur, reaching forward to rub at the head expirementally.

jaehyun grins devilishly, rubbing lightly on your clit as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your swollen lips.

“but you’ll take it, won’t you, princess? you can behave for daddy?”

you gulp and nod, gripping onto his forearms as he slapped his cock against your pussy. he idly considers prepping you more; he knows his cock isn’t small and your pussy hasn’t taken anything bigger than a few fingers tonight. though, the thought of splitting you in two, carving your pussy from the inside out and molding it to his cock was just too tempting to pass up.

he finally lines himself up with your tiny opening and thrusts forward. you scream, throwing your head back and winding your legs around jaehyun’s middle tightly.

“i-i can’t hold it, daddy, it hurts, it hurts so bad,”you cry out, nearly scratching holes into the bedbeets, your chest heaving.

“my precious baby,” he smiles, reaching a hand up to stroke over a ruddy cheek. “you’re doing so well for me, taking daddy’s cock so well. you’ll have all night to make a mess, i promise”

you open your eyes and feel jaehyun’s big hands soothingly rubbing over your sides.

“hurts, daddy,” your whisper, bottom lip jutting out in a heartbreaking pout.

“i know, baby,” he stills his hips, moving forward to lick over a peaked nipple. “relax for me, yeah? daddy can make your feel so, so good if you let him.”

you shudder and let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. you trusted him.

jaehyun meets your gaze with a fond grin and moves to take your other nipple into his mouth, sucking as he began to move his hips. piss spurts out of your pussy, running down your cheeks and soaking the sheets beneath you.

his thrusts falter and a loud smack lands on the side of your thigh. he grabs your face, causing your lips to pucker, “hold it in, little girl.”

he picks up on your strangled, pained noises and decides to go easy, settling on deep, but slow thrusts.

“d-daddy, fuck,” you sob, mind filling with cotton, “m-my pussy is so full.”

jaehyun practically growls at that, letting his hips snap skillfully against your little body, “gonna make sure you understand that this cunt belongs to me.”

he plants a wet kiss on your lips, “tell me, baby, who does this pussy belong to?”

“s’yours, daddy,” you gurgle, small fingers clutching at jaehyun’s wrist.

jaehyun feels you start to shake and loosens his hold, reaching down to play with your throbbing clit.

“y’starting to feel funny, huh, baby?” he smiles, feeling your walls tremble. he increases the pressure on your puffy clit, forcing out a sob.

“It’s alright now, princess, go ahead.”

you begin to fuss, writhing and letting out choked sobs, “c-can’t.”

jaehyun frowns, watching the way snot dribbled from your red nose. he shamelessly wipes it away and caresses your cheek.

“why’s that, honey?”

“i-i’m scared,” you admit quietly, whimpering like a puppy, “m’scared it’ll hurt.”

“you trust me?”

you nod, eyes glossy.

“then go potty, little one,” he encourages, “daddy’s telling you it’ll feel so so good.”

jaehyun presses his palm against your navel, purposefully this time. he keeps it there, rubbing firm circles just below your belly button. you choke on your sobs and mewls, shaking uncontrollably as you wet yourself

“that’s it,” he groans, pinning your little hips down and landing a playful smack on your oversensitive clit, “make a mess all over daddy.”

your little accident quickly crosses the line of an orgasm, the aftershocks melting into one another beautifully. you couldn’t tell the two apart even if you tried, so you laid, boneless, and let jaehyun fuck you through your high. your pussy clenches around his cock so deliciously, sucking him in and practically begging to be stuffed with cum.

jaehyun’s pace quickens impatiently, reducing you to a mess of heaving sobs and overstimulation. your little hands fruitlessly push at his chest, and he shushes you, kissing your pouty lips.

“just a little more, sweet thing,” he grunts, using one hand to hold both of your wrists out of the way “don’t leave daddy hanging like this.”

you nod, looking up at him as your crystal clear tears ran down your temples. his heart squeezed at the sight.

“fuck, my pretty baby, never had a pussy as tight as yours before,” he groans, “nasty little thing, tell daddy how badly you want him to cum in your cunt.”

the filth that spewed out of jaehyun’s mouth evokes something primal in you, causing your little hips to snap up and meet his insistent thrusts.

“i want it, daddy, i want it!” you cry, doing your best to grind down on his cock. it makes jaehyun smirk and let out an endeared chuckle.

“i know you do, princess, i know,” he reassures hoarsely, “m’almost there.”

his chest rumbles against yours with a growl, rope after rope of hot cum filling your tired cunt. it starts to spill through the seam of your hole and around his cock, dirtying the already dirtied sheets.

he pushes the hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead and cheeks away, and whispers, “you feeling okay?”

you nod and kiss him as affirmation. when you finally will yourself to look down, you see how your guys lower bodies glistened with the mix of fluids. your nose scrunches as you turn your head away

jaehyun laughs, low and rich, “don’t tell me you’re disgusted.”

“you’re not?” you murmur.

“not at all,” he reaches down and dips his thumb into the puddle of piss in your belly button, before licking it off once more, “i might have to save this in a bottle next time.”

you squeal and push at his firm shoulders, “you’re so disgusting, daddy!”

“then how about you help him wash off, hm?”

It’s not that you wanted to be a lead hand here; it’s just what paid the best, and Jaehyun’s dad has always been an admirer of your father, the long-time Rodeo King of the state, so you know this job offer was something of a favour, although you make sure to pull your own weight with the labour even though you’re a woman.

The bickering is incessant, but what’s even more annoying is the fact that Jaehyun has somehow gotten even sexier with age.

His lean body has filled out somewhat, and iron-like muscles, built from working a ranch, seem to taunt you with every bale of hay he lifts. He’s a natural rider, and has a reputation for taming wild horses. 

You’ve leaned against the wooden fence after work hours, a beer in your hand, and watched him break horses for hours, stewing and simmering in silent rage and attraction.

He’s a pretty cowboy, set to inherit millions in equity, and he’s a playboy too.

Perhaps that’s what really makes you mad; the fact that all these dumb girls throw themselves at his feet. You’d been smart enough to see Jaehyun for who he was when you were fifteen, so what’s the excuse of these full-grown women?

It doesn’t help that he has his own little cabin, sleeping sweet and pretty a hundred feet away from the bunkhouse, where farts, coughing, and getting so drunk you puke on the couch is a normal thing. No girl - other than you - would be dumb enough to enter the Jung estate bunkhouse, not with the reputation all the other cowboys have. 

The Jung estate houses the most rowdy, bad-ass cowboys. They might be hung over or coughing up a lung, but you bet your ass and your chaps they’ll be on their horse working through hell and highwater… and then they have their pretty boy nepo leader.

You hate that he’s so good at the job, natural born as they say, or perhaps it’s because he spent his entire childhood watching his father and uncle do the job he’s now inherited. 

Regardless, you have strong feelings about Jung Jaehyun, and working in proximity to the man doesn’t help one bit, but without any other good options that could afford the wage you’re making now, you’re stuck with it.

Some day, something will give, and you’ve always known that will be the day you either fuck Jaehyun or kill him. It’s anyone’s guess as to which way it will go, and a butterfly all the way across state lines could easily start a small chain of events that dictates whose hands are on whose neck.

You only need to save up a little more money, and with more barrel racing competitions springing up as the summer months roll in, you just hope you can escape this place and cool down before it reaches a boiling point.

Summers at the Jung ranch are pure Hell, and surviving another one might not be as easy as it sounds for a horny hothead cowgirl who hates her nepo baby pretty boy boss. 

Two: 

The sun is beating down on you, and the air is so dry that breathing hurts your throat. But you have a job to do. Cattle need to be moved from this pasture to the next, and you’ll be damned if you let a bit of heat affect your performance.

You’re watching the left flank of the herd, and just when it feels like your team has reached a peak efficiency state, one of the cattle breaks off from the rest.

“Fuck,” you groan, veering your horse to the side to take off after the cow that runs toward the treeline. 

“Off on an adventure?” comes a voice through your walkie-talkie. You can practically hear Jaehyun’s grin, and it makes you grip the reins even harder.

Lifting one hand to grab the talking device, you click the button to respond. “This will only take a minute,” you insist. 

There’s no more communication as you and your horse trot into the wooded area that lines one of the creeks that zigzag the property. The cow is wading into the water, trying to escape the heat of the day.

Manuevering to grab your rope, you swing it through the air, aiming and succeeding in getting the rope around the cow. It struggles, pushing into the thick brush by the side of the stream, where the rope tangles.

“Fucking fuck!” you groan, hopping off your horse to follow the cow and untangle it from the greenery.

You wade into the water, and the cool stream helps you clear your head. You move carefully, training not to startle the cow as you begin to prompt it back toward your horse.

“Figured you’d need help,” comes a sigh, and you turn to see Jaehyun dismounting from his horse next to yours on the riverbed, his boots clicking on the smooth rocks. 

“I’m fine,” you snap. 

“Your rope is tangled; clearly you’re not fine.” Jaehyun shakes his head at you, adjusting the cowboy hat on his head as he wades into the water to join you with the cow. “These boots are expensive, you know.”

“I didn’t ask you to come into the stream. Besides, you shouldn’t be wearing gear to work that you don’t intend to damage by doing your job.”

Jaehyun clicks his tongue, standing alongside you as you both ease the cow out of the thicket. 

You sneak a sideways glance at him, admiring the sweat that makes his hair curl along the nape of his neck. The sun is making you lightheaded, and you quickly avert your gaze, trying to focus on your job even as the tension builds between you and Jaehyun.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get the cow back to your horses, and Jaehyun ties the rope to his own saddle while you wade back into the water.

“What are you doing?” he snaps.

“Give me all of ten seconds before you decide to go full asshole,” you glare, reaching down to splash some water onto yourself. A sigh escapes you as the coolness caresses your skin.

When you straighten again, you catch Jaehyun staring at you, and you look down to see that the water has made your white T-shirt stick to your skin. Your black bra is showing through the fabric. 

None of the other cowboys would bother to sexualize you; you’re too close to home, too good at your job to be dumbed down to just your body.

But Jaehyun… he’s too much of a playboy. He always looks. 

“See something you like, golden boy?” you tease, sloshing out of the stream to join him next to your horses.

“Was just thinking of something my father once told me,” he brushes you off.

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“Never to hire a woman unless she’s ugly or mean. You’re lucky, since you’re both.”

His words hang thick in the air, and the silence is dampened only by the soft gurgling of water over smooth rock, and light wind rustling through the trees.

“It’s times like these where I’m reminded how much of an asshole you are,” you say finally. “I might be a bitch, but we both know I’m easy on the eyes, or you wouldn’t be gawking at me.”

“I was not gawking!” Jaehyun scoffs.

“Really? Then look at me properly,” you challenge.

Jaehyun swallows thickly, turning to meet your gaze. You can see him struggling not to scan your wet form, and finally, he breaks.

“See!” you bellow, jabbing your finger against his chest. “You just checked out my tits!”

“So what if I did!?” he snaps, grabbing your wrist and tugging you closer. “What are you going to do about it?” 

Your body feels like it’s vibrating with pent-up emotion; your stomach is like a cesspool of aggravation, attraction, and annoyance. The heat, the close proximity to the royal douche of the Jung family line… the way his own shirt is sticking to his muscles with sweat… You can hardly think straight, so all you do is stare at the man who still has you captured by your wrist and pulled tight to his chest. 

Your gaze dips to his lips, and you notice the way his breathing catches. His grip on you tightens, and even in this heat-exhaustion-induced daze, you get the sense that Jaehyun wants to kiss you. 

You open your mouth, intent on saying something witty, but Jaehyun’s walkie-talkie clicks, and a voice cuts through the heavy breathing. “You two going to catch up now or later, boss?”

Jaehyun releases your wrist, grabbing his walkie-talkie. “We’ll be right there,” he responds, his eyes never leaving yours. 

It’s a solid three seconds before he moves again, practically pulling himself away from you so he can mount his horse. 

“Hurry the fuck up,” he snarls. 

“Fucking coward,” you mutter to yourself under your breath, rubbing a wet hand along your brow and steadying your hat. 

Your entire body is aching as you pull yourself up onto your horse, following Jaehyun out of the treeline and back to the herd. He drives forward, handing the rogue cow off to another cowboy before taking position at the front again.

You reclaim your spot on the flank, simmering in a hot, sticky anger, your body caught between desire and rage. 

What would you have done if he had kissed you? Would your body react, or would your mind have interjected? 

You reach for your saddlebag and pull out a water bottle, spraying yourself down with it in an attempt to further cool off. 

Another hot, sticky, pent-up summer is definitely not what you need right now.

Three:

The bunkhouse is as rowdy as ever tonight, and try as you might to drink a beer or two and settle down your own tumultuous mind, you can’t stop thinking about Jaehyun.

You need this job, if only for a few more weeks, and you won’t let this little creekside altercation throw off your financial timeline.

Slipping away from the other cowboys, you cross the field to Jaehyun’s cabin, warring with yourself. Your pride is screaming at you not to do this, but your logical mind says this is probably for the best.

You stop on his porch, sighing to yourself before you lift a hand to knock on the wooden door.

“Just a second!” Jaehyun calls, opening the door a sliver moments later.

“Oh, it’s you,” he says, eyes dark.

“Do you have a second?” you ask.

“Maybe.” 

You groan. “Look, I wanted to apologize for today, but if you don’t want to hear it, then you don’t want to hear it.” A female voice in the cabin draws your attention. “Wait, do you have a girl in there with you?” 

Your blood begins to boil, your fists clenching at your sides. 

Jaehyun chuckles, leaning on the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. “Why does that matter to you?”

“Because every girl you sleep with is stupid,” you fire back.

“Really? How so?” The amusement on his face is making you even angrier.

“If you didn’t have the last name Jung, you wouldn’t be a cowboy; you wouldn’t be anything!” 

“Says the girl riding the coattails of her rodeo king father,” he retorts.

You open your mouth, but no words come out. 

“If you must know, I was in the middle of a movie,” Jaehyun sighs. “But if you want to come in and check my bed for floosies, you’re more than welcome.”

He pushes the door open wider, and you stand on the threshold, unsure what to do next.

“Seriously, come tell me everything you hate about me,” Jaehyun muses, “it’s been a long time coming, and my dad says you’re planning on doing barrel racing full time for the rest of the summer, so if you don’t tell me now, you might never get to.”

“You know what? Fine.” You step into the house. “Let’s start with the fact that you’re a pompous asshole with the biggest ego I’ve ever seen.”

“And?” He sits down on a leather couch, pausing his movie and grinning up at you.

“You’re a manwhore!”

“That’s never been a crime.” He takes a sip from a crystal glass of what looks like whiskey that had been on the coffee table.

Why is he not getting mad? You want him to be mad. You want him to be as irritated as you are every time you see his stupid pretty boy face.

“I take back my apology,” you tell him. “It’s not my fault you lie to yourself and try to convince yourself that I’m not attractive. I bet you have to tell yourself that I’m ugly to even work around me, or you’d be popping a stiffy twenty-four seven like the prepubescent boy you are.”

Jaehyun chokes on his drink, and you revel in this small victory.

“Excuse me?” he coughs. “You’re the one who has to convince yourself that you don’t want to fuck me!” he insists. 

“Want to fucking choke you out, you mean!”

“You know what?” Jaehyun stands up abruptly. “There’s no point in taming a horse if it doesn’t buck.”

“What the fuck kind of metaphor is this!?” you gasp. “Are you comparing me to a fucking wild horse?” 

“Maybe I am,” he leans forward, a grin twitching on his lips. “Maybe I’m not.”

Your entire body feels hot with annoyance, and you clutch your fist, staring at Jaehyun. You want to wipe that stupid smile off of his face.

“Surely you don’t expect me to make the first move,” you say between gritted teeth.

“I kind of do, though.” 

You release an angry groan, turning to walk out the door of Jaehyun’s cabin- and that’s when a hand wraps around your wrist.

“Don’t be like this,” he sighs.

You look down at the slender fingers that dig against your skin. “You have three seconds to let go of me.”

“Or what?”

“Three.”

“Two.” His grin widens.

Just as you’re about to say ‘one,’ Jaehyun tugs you to his chest. His free hand cups your cheek, and he presses his lips against yours.

You let out a squeak of surprise, not having expected him to actually make the first move, given his pompous reputation. 

He kisses you deeply, his lips parting as his tongue teases your teeth, looking for entrance. 

You can’t help yourself; you kiss him back, opening your mouth to allow him to taste you as you grab him by the belt, roughly tugging him closer.

Jaehyun grins. “Was that so hard?”

“Don’t push your luck, cowboy,” you groan, panting with desperation from one simple kiss.

“Or what?” his thumb strokes your bottom lip, and he stares down at you with eyes that sparkle mischievously.

“Or I’ll leave you high and dry.”

“I doubt you have the self-control to pull away now,” he whispers, leaning forward so his lips can ghost your neck.

A shiver runs through you, and you tighten your grip on his belt, willing yourself to let go, to push him away… but you can’t. 

You’re in too deep.

You want this too much to throw it away.

Your body is yearning for him, all the anger and irritation transformed into an insatiable need that leaves your mind clouded with lust.

“You’re the one holding onto me,” you snarl, your wrist still in his grasp.

“We’re holding onto each other; there’s a difference,” he points out, thumb stroking your skin while you stay gripping his belt. 

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you whisper.

“Why would it?”

“We’re both just… letting out some anger.”

“Keep convincing yourself, sweetheart; it doesn’t matter to me how you justify this to yourself.”

God, he’s so aggravatingly sexy. 

“Take back what you said earlier,” you tell him.

“What did I say earlier?”

“When you called me ugly and mean.”

“Fine. You’re not ugly, but you’re a self-proclaimed bitch, so I can’t take back your own words.” 

“Well, you’re an asshole!” you fire at him.

“Uh huh.” He nods. “And?” 

“God, I hate you!”

“Part of you likes me,” he grins, tracing his fingers down your neck while your skin goosebumps from the contact.

“Part of you likes me more,” you retort, cupping the front of his jeans where his cock is practically aching through the denim.

“Fuck,” Jaehyun groans, jolting slightly, clearly caught off guard.

“You react like a virgin,” you tease. “I thought you were Mister Big Shot, a different woman every night.”

“I really don’t know where you got that idea,” he glares, pushing your hand away from him. 

“I see all the girls you invite in here; it’s like a brothel.”

“There might be a perfectly good explanation for that.”

“Yeah? Like what?” 

“Well, um…” Jaehyun swallows thickly.

“Like I said, man whore.”

He sighs deeply. “And you’re a bitch.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.” He smashes his lips against yours, pushing you until your back is to the wall. The kiss is filled with desperation, and his hands slip to your waist, keeping you pinned while you grab at his shoulders, unwilling to let him pull away even if he wanted to.

Your entire body is surging with hot energy, your heart thundering in your rib cage as you deepen the kiss. You begin to push at his shirt, eager to strip him of his clothes so you can finally touch the muscles that have taunted you for ages.

Jaehyun’s lips move down to your throat, and he sucks on your sweet spot, allowing you to haphazardly strip his torso. You wrap a leg around his hip, needing stimulation. Your core is hot, and you can feel your panties getting wetter and wetter, confined by denim, and as uncomfortable as ever.

Jaehyun grabs the bottom of your shirt, and he lifts it off your head, throwing it to the side before his mouth makes contact with the swell of your breasts.

You trace the muscles of his shoulders, groaning and writhing against the wall. In one quick motion, Jaehyun grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. He looks down at you, his face only inches from your own while you both try to catch your breath.

“You were trying to tease me in the creek today,” he muses. “Getting all wet like that.”

“It was hot,” you insist. 

“Too hot,” he agrees, licking his lips. “I wonder what would have happened if the other cowboys didn’t contact us.”

“As if you would have bent me over the rocky creekbed,” you scoff.

Jaehyun’s grip tightens on your wrists. “Maybe I would have.”

“Are you really that insatiable?” you taunt. “Can’t even focus on work when a good pair of tits are in view?”

Jaehyun practically growls. “It’s your tits and that smart mouth of yours.”

“So you like it when I’m bitchy.”

“You have your moments,” he admits. 

“Is this a degradation kink sort of thing?” you laugh. “Does the rich pretty boy want to be spoken down to for the first time in his life?”

“No, I like to be challenged.” His free hand goes for the front clasp of your bra, and a moment later, your bare breasts are exposed. Jaehyun licks his lips, looking down at you. “But it looks like you’re all bark and no bite.” 

“Let go of my hands and you’ll see how much bite I have,” you counter.

“In a minute.” Jaehyun leans down, capturing your nipple between his lips while you writhe against the wall.

God, it feels so good.

You enjoy being immobilized like this. After so much annoyance, so many days of bickering- being pinned to a wall while Jaehyun sucks on your tits feels like a pretty good reward.

And the way he groans as he worships you, clearly enamoured with your breasts- it inflates your ego in the best possible way.

You wiggle your hips, needing friction, and Jaehyun acquiesces. He lets go of your wrists, tearing your bra off entirely before he reaches down and lifts you up. Your thighs wrap around his hips, and Jaehyun presses his lips to yours as he carries you off toward the back bedroom.

For a moment, you’re just two cowboys, clad in jeans and belts, torsos bare, enthralled with each other in a passionate kiss before he tosses you carelessly onto his mattress.

“Take your jeans off,” Jaehyun says dismissively, working on his belt. 

“Do it for me,” you grin.

He pauses, looking down at you. “Why are you always so difficult?”

“Why can’t you be a man and take off my pants for me?” you retort.

Jaehyun releases a deep sigh, then, to your immense surprise, he sinks onto his knees at the foot of the bed. He carefully takes off your cowboy boots, one at a time, and then he grabs your jeans, roughly tugging them down your legs.

“Satisfied?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Not even close.”

“No?” He hooks his fingers in your panties, tugging those down your legs next. “How about now?”

“Maybe I’ll be satisfied once you put your mouth to a better use than asking dumb questions,” you sigh, relaxing back against the mattress lazily.

Never in a million years would you expect Jaehyun to drag you to the edge of the bed by your ankle and immediately put his mouth on your wet core, but that’s exactly what he does.

You let out a squeak of shock, and he adjusts your legs over his shoulders, locking you in place with firm hands while his tongue pushes into your aching hole.

He stares up at you, a challenge in his eyes.

You bite your lower lip, refusing to moan for him. Throwing your head back, you shut your eyes, basking in the pleasure.

Clearly, Jaehyun wants you to whimper, because his lips wrap around your clit, and he adjusts slightly, pushing two fingers into your wet hole.

You grab at the bed sheets, refusing to make a sound, but with each lewd suck, it’s becoming harder and harder to control yourself.

Just as you think you’re doing a good job refusing to make a sound, your hips wiggle on their own accord, grinding down against the fingers that repeatedly stroke your g-spot.

You can feel Jaehyun smile as he continues to suck on your clit. 

“Stop holding back,” Jaehyun murmurs, pulling away to look up at you. “I know you want to moan. How much self-control are you putting into staying quiet when you could be giving yourself to me the way your body wants to?”

“How do you know what my body wants?” you force out, trying not to sound breathless.

“Well, you’re dripping onto my bed, your pussy has my fingers in a vice grip, and you’re holding onto my sheets like you want to rip them up. I’d say those are all pretty good signs that you are enjoying this, so why try to act like you’re not?”

“Maybe you don’t deserve to hear me moan,” you fire back.

“I don’t?” Jaehyun laughs, applying more pressure to your g-spot. “So you’re just going to cum while not making a sound?”

“Who says I’m going to cum?”

“Your noisy pussy does, sweetheart. I know when a girl is close, and you must be aching for it right about now.”

You hate that he’s right.

“How about this: if you don’t stop holding back, I’ll stop making you feel good.” 

“No!” you blurt out, hating how your own body is betraying you.

“So be good, and start fucking moaning.” Jaehyun brings his mouth back to your clit, and for the first time, you let a loud moan escape you.

Jaehyun groans in response, sucking on you harder while his fingers work you open. 

Now that you’re not biting your lip and fighting it, sounds bubble up from you unhindered. Without focusing on holding back, you can give yourself to the pleasure, and your muscles clench as the pressure builds.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Jaehyun-”

He finger fucks you even faster, a silent confirmation that he wants you to cum.

You begin to wiggle your hips, chasing the orgasm that soon crashes into you.

Your back arches off the bed as pleasure surges through your entire body, your pussy throbbing with ecstasy while he works you through your high.

“Don’t stop!” you whimper, loving the way he continues to suck on your clit until you’re bordering on the oversensitivity zone.

Your sounds fill the cabin, and you don’t even care anymore.

All that matters is the pleasure that he’s providing you, and you’re a gasping mess by the time it slowly starts to subside.

Jaehyun pulls his fingers from your wet pussy, sucking them clean while he looks up at you.

“You taste like peaches, cowgirl,” he muses, a shockingly sweet sentiment as he rises to his feet.

You stare at him, speechless, eyes trailing down his chisled torso. He has a small, dark treasure trail that leads from navel to waistband of his jeans, and as he pulls off his pants, you can feel yourself drooling.

“Condoms are in the bedside table,” he muses as he shrugs off his briefs, leaving him naked and glorious.

“Are you clean?” you ask, licking your lips.

“Yeah, you?”

“Uh huh. And I’m on birth control.”

“So you’re saying…”

“I want it raw,” you confirm, unable to help yourself.

Jaehyun laughs, shaking his head as he joins you on the bed. “For a girl who claims to hate me so much…”

“I like that I like, don’t let it inflate your ego,” you snap, sitting up and grabbing him by the shoulders. You push him onto the bed, mounting him easily. “Now it’s your turn to moan for me.”

Jaehyun blinks up at you, silent as you grab the base of his cock and line it up with your wet entrance. You sink down on him, throwing your head back while you both groan.

“I should have realized you’d like being on top,” Jaehyun says lazily as you begin to find a pace that works for you. “You’re a barrel racer after all.”

“All cowboys just want to be ridden,” you retort.

“Okay, little miss know-it-all.”

You sigh, resting your hands on his chest to anchor yourself while you ride him. “Shut up.”

“I thought you wanted to hear me.”

“I want to hear you moan; I don’t want to hear your bullshit.”

Jaehyun chuckles, the hands on your hips starting to help you move up and down on him. “Faster.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you snap, purposefully slowing down to tease him.

Jaehyun groans in annoyance, letting his head fall back against the pillows as he looks up at you. “You look good like this.”

“I know.”

You reach over to his bedside table, grabbing the cowboy hat that sits there, then you put it on your own head.

“Fucking hell,” Jaehyun moans, his eyes sparkling as he looks up at you.

“I want to see you buck now,” you grin slyly, turning the tables on his earlier sentiment wherein he proposed you were the wild horse.

“Yeah?” He licks his lips. “Try not to fall off.”

Jaehyun’s hands tighten on your hips, and you steady yourself above him. He begins to move his hips, thrusting up to meet you while you take everything he gives.

God, it feels good to be on top but not having to do any of the work. You grab your own breasts, pinching your nipples for maximum pleasure while he fucks up into you.

“Good boy,” you grin, looking down at him.

Jaehyun’s cheeks are flushed, his muscles clenching with effort as he rails up into you. He’s panting and groaning, coming completely undone for you while his gaze stays transfixed on your body.

You reach down, rubbing your clit while your core tightens around him. Jaehyun releases a grunt, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Make me cum like this,” you instruct. 

“Needy bitch,” he groans, biting his lip as he stares up at you.

“Mind your tone, asshole.”

He scoffs, but then his thrusts become even more determined, and he chases after your release, intent on following through with the challenge.

You close your eyes, tilting your head back while you pinch your nipple and play with your clit. “Just like that,” you tell him, moaning desperately as your muscles begin to tighten again.

A few more rough thrusts and you topple over the edge, releasing a whine as your orgasm ravages your body again-

Suddenly, Jaehyun grabs you, rolling you so you’re now on your back.

“This is my hat,” he tells you, taking it from your head and placing it back on the nightstand before he buries his face against your throat, fucking you even harder and faster now that he’s in the dominant position.

Your pussy is still throbbing, your orgasm shuddering through you as he plows into you.

“Jae!” you gasp, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while he marks your sweet spot with wet bites and licks.

“Fucking take it,” Jaehyun growls, ravaging you like a mad man- like a guy who has been as pent up over sexual aggression as you have.

Your whines get louder, your core still throbbing with desperation- 

And that’s when Jaehyun cums. He lets out a deep groan, burying himself as deep inside of you as he can while his cock twitches, spilling his cum inside of you.

You gasp, legs wrapping tight around his waist, unwilling to allow him to move an inch or pull away.

He continues to moan in your ear, the muscles in his back twitching under your touch while your pussy milks him of his orgasm.

You can feel his heart thundering in his chest, and you’re both hot, sticky messes. 

His high begins to subside, and he half collapses down against you, still trying to catch his breath.

“This doesn’t change anything,” you remind him.

“But maybe you’ll consider staying here.”

“Staying here? In your bed?”

“No, on the ranch,” he laughs. “I know you want to barrel race, but you could keep working here too.”

“I thought we hated each other.”

“We do, but this is the best sex I’ve had in a very long time, as much as I hate to admit that,” he sighs.

“I knew you had a thing for women who put you in your place.”

“And you seem to like men who treat you like shit but give you what you need in bed.”

“Maybe we both have our flaws.”

“That’s fine with me.” He pulls away from your throat, looking down at you. “I want to do this again sometime.”

Your words get caught in your throat. It’s unlike him to admit vulnerable things like this. 

Jung Jaehyun is admitting he wants you.

“Fine,” you say, acting like it’s an annoyance, “but I don’t want to see any more girls coming through your door.”

“So there are rules now, huh?” he laughs.

“Why would I want to fuck a manwhore?” you taunt.

“Why would I want to fuck a bitch?”

“Because she has the best damn pussy you’ll ever have.”

“I hate that it’s true,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Fine, no other girls, but only if you promise not to leave in two weeks like you planned.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Don’t take too long considering it,” he warns. “If you take your time, I might regress to an asshole again.”

“You say that as if you’re not still an asshole.”

“Bitch.”

“Douchebag.” 

You stare at each other for a second, and then Jaehyun crashes his lips against yours. You groan as his tongue invades your mouth, and you can feel him getting hard inside of your pussy again.

You’re not sure what you’re getting yourself into with this one, but one thing is for certain: you still have a lot of pent-up aggression that could be funneled into this sexual relationship. 

Releasing anger has never felt this good.

Maybe you will stick around… but not because Jaehyun asked you to… definitely not. 

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It’s been a little under a year since you and Jaehyun first slept together. You’d stayed working on the ranch, and the Jung’s had been extremely understanding about the time you needed to take off to do barrel racing. In fact, the whole crew would come watch and cheer you on.

In this past year, you and Jaehyun haven’t gotten any easier to be around. The incessant bickering, the back and forth, the name-calling- no one enjoys seeing the two of you within five feet of each other on work days.

But unbeknownst to everyone on the ranch, the two of you have an extremely active sex life together.

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There was something about Friday nights that always ended up with you half naked on Jaehyuns couch.

With endless shots of hard liquor coursing through your veins, it was a miracle you could even register the fact that you were missing articles of clothing - the only thing covering you from him being a t-shirt and your lacy panties.

It wasn't like you were completely incoherent, because the game hadn't ended and you'd be damned if you lost to him... again.

Usually you would sit around playing strip poker, and downing shots when you didn’t want to remove articles of clothing. Tonight, you played a different game but with the same rules. One person would ask a question and the other one could either answer it, take a shot, or remove a piece of their outfit. There was one catch though, you can't take two shots in a row.

Unfortunately for you, he was doing unusually well this evening, having only removed his jacket whilst you were practically flashing him with each adjust of your legs.

You lean against the back of the couch and watch Jaehyun drum up another question for you. His tongue prods the flesh of his inner cheek right before he erupts in a grin revealing his mile deep dimples.

“Alright…did you actually fuck mark that night in the club bathroom?” his eyes search yours, hopefully expecting a no, but you want to tease him and instead reach for the bottle of Jack Daniels, but when you tip it backwards nothing comes out.

There's no favorable burn, no bitter taste... nothing.

The goddamn bottle is empty.

A slight flutter of panic bubbles in your chest and you snap your eyes to Jaehyun, "There's no more drinks?"

The only thing left to take off was you shirt, and then you would be in your panties and that was that.

A gruff chuckle leaves his pouty lips, turning your entire face hot, "Good luck baby" His words were meant to be condescending, but the alcohol mixed with the feeling of pure embarrassment leaves you clenching around nothing.

You sighed, hoping to get something out of tonight and slowly pulled your oversized shirt off. His eyes dropped to your naked breasts, but only for a second, though that second was long enough for you to notice. His tongue dragged across his bottom lip as he tried to look anywhere but your body, favoring the popcorn ceiling.

“Why aren’t you wearing a bra?” his head was thrown back and resting on the arm of the couch.

“So, you noticed?” You chuckled lightly, pressing him to comment further.

“How could I not y/n,” He sighed a heavy sort of breath, trying to regain control of his thoughts because he found himself slipping, “go, it’s your turn.”

You didn’t even have to think, lips asking what your mind and body were begging to know, “Are you thinking about me in any way other than a friend right now?” you knew he was, his breath was labored and he couldn’t even face you.

“Fuck that question.” He growls, sending shockwaves through you. He practically rips his shirt off and throws it to the other side of the room.

“So damn aggressive.” You mutter, sneaking peaks of the hard lines on his abdomen. He had such a beautiful body when he had clothes on, now, seeing him without a shirt didn’t make it any better. Seeing him without a shirt didn't help the wetness you could feel in your panties. In fact, it made it worse.

“What y/n? Do you want me to say that I’ve fantasized about seeing you like this almost every night we play these stupid games? Do you want me to say that I am already half hard and I’m not even looking at you? Do you want me to say that I really want to bend you over the edge of this couch and fuck you until your voice is gone and you can’t take anymore? Huh? Is that what you want me to say? Because there you fucking go. I said it.” His hands are clenched by his side, but he finally looks at you, though he only catches your eye for a second and then his gaze is washing over you, drinking in your nakedness - your vulnerability.

His line of sight lands on the small patch of the cloth that was covering you.

You were taken aback by his sudden boldness, but you welcomed it because you had been thinking the same thing. Your body burned and ached for his touch... the entire night and every night before, so you do what you told yourself you never could and lean into his body, pushing him backwards on the couch as he tried not to fall into the lust that was captivating him from head to toe.

Even though you knew where this night was going to go, he still thinks you're playing the game.

Time to make him lose.

“Then do it, or are you afraid?” and that was what got him. If there was one defining feature about Jaehyun, it was that he did not like being challenged. He pushed back against your body, closing the small gap between you two.

“You said it, I didn’t”

He pressed his lips onto yours, his tongue prodding against your own, wanting to feel all of you. You sighed into him; it was about fucking time he kissed you.

He wasted no time, lightly slapping your thigh so you could turn around and bend over the edge of the couch like he said he wanted you, "Flip over, ass up."

Your head was spinning from the taste of him and the alcohol burning through you but you comply and get in position, though not good enough apparently because his rough hands grab your hips and pull you up so that you were slightly arched.

"That's a good girl." He hums.

You didn’t hear him undo his pants, but the next thing you knew you could feel him drag the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing you as only he would. You moan into the arm of the couch wanting him to fill you up already. You both had waited too long for this.

"Please," you choke out, pushing your ass back against him, "Fill me up, I need it."

"Whatever you want princess."

He pushes into you slowly, groaning out loud. You jerk forward, hands clenching around the soft fabric of the arm rest. “Faster please.”

He smirks and drives into you again, this time harder, wanting you to feel just how much he could ruin you.  He keeps pounding into you now, finding a steady rhythm to follow.

“You take my cock so well baby” You clench around him thanks to his words, "ah you liked that, huh?"

He was relentless, bringing his body flush against yours each time he was in you, the wet smack of skin against skin filling the silent room. The couch was becoming smaller it seemed, but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was Jaehyuns cock hitting your favorite spot over and over again as if on repeat.

Sweat started to pour down his neck as he edged himself, wanting to see you fully disheveled before filling your cunt. His hands gripped your waist, pressing red crescents into your skin.

"God, you're so fucking tight."

You couldn’t help it, his voice was making your stomach twist into knots and his cock was making you sink further and further into some blissful state. “Jaehyun, I- cant hold it.”

You heard him chuckle behind you, almost sending you over the edge. “Cum on my cock baby.” The smirk in his voice was painfully evident.

He pushed into you harder, making your orgasm spill over you, coating your entire being in ecstasy.

The skyline of Seoul didn’t just glow; it loomed—a jagged crown of glass and steel piercing the smog of the world below. From the heights of the Shin-Hwa Tower, the city looked like a circuit board, pulsing with the electricity of billions of won flowing through invisible veins. Here, in the stratosphere of the elite, the air was filtered, pressurized, and stripped of the scent of humanity. It smelled of nothing but cold ozone and the expensive musk of aged paper.

In this world, life was not lived; it was engineered. You were not born a child; you were a capital expenditure. Your first words weren't "eomma" or "appa," but the names of the subsidiaries your family controlled. You were the "Glacier of the North," the heir to an empire, destined to be fused with the "Shark of the South," the heir to a formidable dynasty.

Part I: The Gala of the Damned

The gala was a sea of monochromatic perfection. Men in bespoke tuxedos stood in tight clusters, their eyes scanning the room for higher-status targets. Women in couture gowns moved like predatory swans, their smiles calibrated to the exact degree of warmth required. There was no laughter—only the sharp, rhythmic clinking of ice against crystal and the low hum of voices discussing the shifting tides of the KOSPI index.

You stood by the glass, a portrait of lethal composure in an obsidian gown. Every strand of hair was pinned back with the kind of tension that could snap a bone. Tonight, with shallow deep breaths you look down admiring the people that don’t feel the burden that you feel and could go along smiling their hearts out.

As the dread settles into you, the atmosphere shifts. The temperature seemed to drop as the crowd instinctively parted. Jung Jaehyun had arrived.

He moved with the gravitational pull of a monopoly. You had known his scent—sandalwood, rain, and cold ambition—since you were six, sitting in a soundproofed room while your fathers negotiated shipping lanes and legal loopholes. You hadn't shared toys; you had shared tutors who taught you how to dismantle a man's life before you knew how to ride a bike.

"You're brooding again, Y/N," Jaehyun’s baritone drifted over your shoulder. "It creates wrinkles, and the board prefers their future Matriarch to look... pristine."

You turned slowly, tracing the lethal symmetry of his face—the dimples that acted as traps, the eyes like pools of ink. You spotted the faint smudge of crimson on his collar.

"And you smell like a tabloid scandal, Jaehyun," you replied, your voice a razor-thin blade of ice. "Was it the daughter of the Park Group, or just another starlet looking for a seat at a table she’ll never be invited to?"

Jaehyun sipped his drink, unbothered. "She was a distraction. A biological necessity to dull the boredom of listening to your father talk about tax-haven fluctuations."

"You’re a liability," you hissed, stepping into his space. "We are days away from signing a merger that consolidates the nation’s export laws and infrastructure, and you’re still acting like a feral dog. It’s pathetic—the way you confuse cheap friction with power."

"Power is having the ability to do exactly what I want and still have the world bow," he countered, stepping closer until the cold marble rail bit into your spine. "Don't pretend you're superior because you starve yourself of pleasure. We were both raised in the same cage. I just decided to enjoy the view while you decided to become the bars."

"I am the foundation, Jaehyun," you snapped, pressing a hand against his chest. You felt the steady, infuriatingly calm thrum of his heart. "It’s a miracle your father hasn’t had you neutered for the sake of the stock price."

A dark spark ignited in his eyes. He grabbed your wrist—not painfully, but with the grip of a man who owned everything he touched.

"Is that what you think?" he murmured, leaning down. "That I’m just a boy playing games? I don't do anything without a calculation."

"Then calculate this," you whispered. "Every time you go off with a nameless girl, you insult the contract. And I don’t like it when people mess with my investments. You look desperate for a validation you’ll never get from your father."

Jaehyun’s jaw tightened. "We don't love, Y/N. We acquire. We dominate. You're just jealous that I find a moment of release while you’re busy being a frozen queen."

"I am not jealous of garbage," you spat. "I’m offended by your lack of discipline. You’re a dog off a leash, and I’m the one who has to hold the collar."

"Prove it," he challenged, his voice a rough rasp. "Prove your blood isn't boiling because you’ve spent twenty-three years wondering what it would be like if I looked at you."

The air turned electric. His hand moved to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, and his mouth crashed into yours. It wasn't a kiss; it was a claim.

He expected you to melt. He was wrong.

You didn't give in; you used the pressure as leverage. Your hands balled into his hair, gripping as tightly as he held you. You met his tongue with retaliatory ferocity. As he tried to dominate the rhythm, you bit down—hard—on his lower lip.

The copper taste of blood filled your mouth. Jaehyun groaned—a sound of half-pain and dark satisfaction. He surged forward, his hand gripping your waist, pulling you so close your silhouettes became one against the glass.

He pulled back, chest heaving. "Still think I'm just a playboy, Y/N?"

You wiped a smudge of lipstick from your mouth. "I think you're a monster, Jaehyun. But I’ve been training to hunt monsters since the cradle. If you think a few seconds of friction gives you an edge, you’ve miscalculated my spite."

"Fix yourself," you added, your voice returning to a corporate chill. "You look like you’ve been losing a fight. I’ll see you at the altar. Try not to bleed on the silk; it’s more expensive than the girl in the coatroom."

Part II: Till Death Do Us Part

The morning of the Jung-Y/LN merger—colloquially known to the public as the "Wedding of the Century"—dawned with a sky the color of a bruised plum. There was no symbolic sun rising over the horizon to bless the union; there was only the cold, artificial glow of security monitors and the silent, high-speed elevators of the Shilla Hotel’s presidential suites.

In this world, a wedding day wasn't the start of a life together; it was the final audit before the books were closed.

In the Jung suite, Jaehyun opened his eyes. Beside him, Chaeyong Park—daughter of a dying fashion house—stirred. To Jaehyun, she was an amortized service.stirred against the silk sheets. She was beautiful in the way a trophy is beautiful: polished, expensive, and ultimately hollow. To Jaehyun, she wasn't a lover; she was a service he had amortized over the last six months, a biological necessity to dull the edge of his boredom.

"Stay, Jaehyun," she pouted, her voice thick with the desperation of someone who knew her shelf life was expiring. "The ceremony isn't for hours. Let them wait."

Jaehyun sat on the edge of the bed, his back a map of lean muscle and fresh, shallow scratches. He didn't look back at her. His eyes were fixed on the digital clock on the wall, watching the seconds bleed away with a clinical detachment.

"Well, enough with the play," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that held zero warmth. "I have a wedding to attend to."

"You're so cold," she pouted, her eyes filling with the practiced tears of a girl who thought she could negotiate with a shark. "You're marrying that... that ice statue. You won't be happy."

"Happy?" Jaehyun let out a short, mirthless laugh as he stood up, his naked form a masterpiece of ancestral perfection and ruthless gym hours. 

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, looking at his reflection with a clinical detachment. "In this world, Chaeyong, 'happiness' is a sign of a weak portfolio. I’m not marrying a woman; I’m marrying a market share. Now, get dressed. The service entrance is open, and my security team has already deposited the 'consultation fee' into your offshore account. Don't make me call them to escort you."

He watched her in the mirror as she scrambled out of bed, her face a mask of wounded pride and desperate greed. He didn't care. He grabbed his bespoke white dress shirt, the fabric so stiff it felt like armor. As he began buttoning it—starting from the bottom, his fingers moving with surgical precision—he watched the playboy vanish. By the time he reached the top button, the man in the mirror was the Crown Prince of the Jung Group, a man whose only god was the bottom line.

In a private villa overlooking the Han River, the atmosphere was even more clinical. You didn't wake up to a sunrise; you woke up to the soft, rhythmic hum of a server rack in the adjacent room. The sheets were a mess of high-thread-count Egyptian cotton, and the air smelled of vanilla and expensive espresso.

Beside you lay Mark Lee, the second son of the Lee Tech Corporation. Unlike his older brother Lee Taeyong, who was being groomed for the CEO chair, Mark was the "spare"—a brilliant, slightly unhinged tech genius who lived in the shadows of the digital world. He was your secret weapon, the man who helped you bypass firewalls and leak the scandals of your rivals. Last night hadn't been an act of love; it was a stress test of a different kind. You had used him to ground yourself, to feel the friction of skin against skin before you entered a life of cold, contractual marble.

Mark shifted, his eyes opening to find you already sitting up, staring at the wedding dress draped over a mannequin in the corner. The dress was a monstrosity of lace and diamonds, a shroud for your girlhood.

"You're remarkably calm for a woman about to be sold to a monster," Mark said, his voice smooth and devoid of the sentimentality that made men weak. He reached out to touch your shoulder, his fingers lingering on the mark Jaehyun had left there nights ago.

"It’s not a sale, Mark. It’s a merger," you replied, your voice a razor-thin blade of ice. You moved away from his touch, standing up and wrapping a silk robe around your frame.

"He’ll kill you, you know," Mark murmured, sitting up and running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Or you’ll kill him. Either way, Lee Tech will be there to buy the scrap metal when you both burn down."

"That’s why you’re the second son, Mark," you said, turning to look at him with a gaze that could freeze a heartbeat. "You think in terms of survival. I think in terms of dominance. Now, get dressed and leave. My stylists will be here in ten minutes, and I don't want to explain why a Lee is in my bed on the day I become a Jung. Our partnership is digital, remember? Let’s keep the physical evidence to a minimum."

Mark didn't argue. He knew the rules. In this echelon, people didn't have friends; they had assets. He gathered his things in silence, leaving through the private elevator. You stood alone in the room, looking at the dress. It was time to put on the mask. It was time to become the Queen.

The Cathedral of the Holy Spirit was a misnomer. It held no spirit; it was a limestone vault designed to house the ego of the nation's wealthiest families. The music began—a heavy, Gregorian chant that sounded more like a funeral dirge than a wedding march. You walked down the aisle, your father’s grip on your arm like a vice. He wasn't walking his daughter to her future; he was delivering a shipment.

At the altar stood Jaehyun. He was terrifyingly beautiful, a dark angel in a bespoke tuxedo. His hair was slicked back, his jawline sharp enough to draw blood, and his eyes... they were voids. When your father handed your hand to his, the temperature seemed to drop. His fingers were cold, his grip possessive and punishing.

As the priest began the Latin incantations—words that meant nothing to people who only spoke the language of dividends—Jaehyun leaned in. He didn't look at the priest; he looked at you, his gaze tracing the lines of your face with a dark, predatory intent.

"You smell like Mark Lee's server room, Y/N," he whispered, his voice so low it was only meant for your ears. "A bit uncalculated for a bride to spend her last night of freedom with the 'spare' of a tech rival, don't you think?"

Your heart hammered against your ribs—a biological glitch you hated—but your face remained a mask of flawless indifference. You tilted your head just a fraction, your lips curving into a smile that didn't reach your eyes.

"And you smell like a desperate mistress and cheap gin, Jaehyun," you hissed back, the venom in your voice matching his own. "I see you couldn't resist one last liquidation sale before the store closed. I hope Chaeyong was worth the discount."

Jaehyun’s grip on your hand tightened, the platinum of your engagement ring biting into your skin. A dark, flicking spark ignited in his eyes—the shark scenting blood.

"The fidelity clause doesn't start until we sign the register, darling," he murmured, his thumb grazing your knuckles in a way that felt like a threat. "But once it does, I suggest you keep your 'tech support' on a very short leash. I don't like sharing my investments."

"Investments?" you countered, your voice a soft, lethal purr. "Is that what you call me? Careful, Jaehyun. Some investments are designed to crash the market from the inside. If you think this marriage is your takeover, you’ve severely miscalculated the strength of my firewall."

The priest continued, oblivious to the war being waged inches from his nose. "Jung Jaehyun, do you take this woman...?"

Jaehyun looked directly into your eyes, his expression one of pure, unadulterated malice cloaked in the beauty of a god. He didn't look like a groom; he looked like a general accepting a surrender.

"I do," he said, the words echoing through the silent cathedral like a death sentence.

"And do you, Y/N, take this man...?"

You felt the weight of the veil, the weight of the diamonds, and the terrifying, electric pull of the monster standing before you. You hated him. You loathed the very air he breathed. And yet, there was no one else in this world who could match the darkness in your own soul.

"I do," you replied, your voice ringing out like a shot.

The priest joined your hands. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Jaehyun didn't hesitate. He pulled you toward him, his hand sliding to the back of your neck with a violence that made the crowd gasp in what they thought was "passion." His mouth crashed into yours—not with a kiss, but with a declaration of war. It was hard, cold, and tasted of iron and unspoken threats. You didn't pull away; you bit back, your teeth grazing his lip until you felt the faint, metallic tang of blood.

As the cameras flashed, capturing the "Perfect Couple" for the morning headlines, you realized the truth. The world thought this was the union of two empires.

The Grand Ballroom of the Shilla was a cavern of excess, illuminated by crystal chandeliers that hung like frozen tears over the nation's most dangerous assembly. Here, the scent of lilies was suffocating, competing with the smell of truffles and the cold, metallic ozone of the high-security jammer blocking all unauthorized cellular signals. This wasn't a celebration of love; it was a victory parade for a monopoly.

As you moved through the crowd, your hand was clamped firmly in the crook of Jaehyun’s arm. To the guests, his grip looked like the possessive devotion of a new husband. To you, it felt like a shackle.

"Deep breaths, darling," Jaehyun murmured, his lips grazing your temple as he leaned in for the cameras. "Your father is approaching at twelve o’clock. Try to look like you aren’t calculating the exact cost of his funeral."

"I’m calculating the cost of yours, Jaehyun. It’s a much more satisfying figure," you whispered back, your smile remaining perfectly fixed as your father stepped into your path.

"Honestly, seeing you two at the altar... it just felt right," your father said, raising a vintage crystal flute. For once, he wasn't talking about shipping lanes; he was beaming with a genuine, albeit unsettling, pride. "A joint venture of the hearts. Our families have been entwined for years, but this? This is the harmony we always dreamed of."

Jaehyun’s father chuckled, a sound that was surprisingly warm. "We’ve watched you two grow up competing, bickering, and trying to outdo each other. To see all that fire finally channeled into a single household... it’s a relief. We couldn’t be happier that the Jung and Y/N names are finally one."

Then the mothers moved in, and the air grew even thicker with suffocating affection.

"Oh, Y/N, sweetheart," Jaehyun’s mother cooed, reaching out to squeeze your hand. Her grip was soft, but the diamonds on her fingers felt like cold pebbles against your skin. "Welcome to the family. I’ve always wanted a daughter who understood the weight of our world. I’ve already planned a 'welcome' tea for you with the other wives—they’re all so excited to meet the new Mrs. Jung."

"And Jaehyun," your mother added, resting a hand on his shoulder with a maternal softness that made your skin crawl. "You’ve always been like a son to us, but now it’s official. I’ve already told the kitchen at the estate to keep your favorites stocked. You’re not a guest anymore. You’re home."

Your mother leaned in, her eyes sparkling with a vision of the future. "We were just saying how wonderful it will be to see the two of you carrying on both our legacies. A perfect blend of both houses. We expect a legitimate heir within the next twenty-four months, of course—to truly solidify this beautiful bond we’ve created today."

"Yes," Jaehyun’s mother added with a sugary smile. "A little one to run through the halls of the estate. It’s the natural next step for a union this perfect."

A wave of genuine queasiness rolled through you. Beside you, you felt Jaehyun’s arm go rigid. It wasn't just the mention of a child—it was the way they were smiling at you, as if they had finally successfully trapped two wild animals in a velvet-lined cage. They weren't talking about profit margins; they were talking about permanence.

"We’ll... take it one step at a time, Mother," Jaehyun replied, his voice strained as he forced a polite, robotic smile. "Let’s let the ink dry on the marriage certificate before we start planning the nursery."

"Don't be so modest, Jaehyun!" his father laughed, giving him a hearty, "supportive" slap on the back that nearly made him spill his drink. "You two are the stars of the night. Go on, give the guests what they want. Dance."

As the orchestra began the first waltz, Jaehyun led you to the center of the floor. The crowd fell silent, their eyes gleaming with the predatory curiosity of people waiting for a crash. He pulled you flush against him, his hand splayed across the small of your back, forcing you to move in a rhythm that felt more like a tactical maneuver than a dance.

"Twenty-four months, Y/N," he whispered against your ear as he spun you through a turn. "It seems our parents have already drafted the production schedule for our personal lives. How does it feel to be a breeding asset?"

"I think I’m going to be sick," you whispered back, the first time you had agreed with him all night. "They've turned our lives into a Hallmark movie with a horror twist."

"I’ve never felt more like a prized show pony," Jaehyun growled, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle jumped. "My mother is already trying to 'tea' you into submission, and yours is acting like I’ve been annexed."

"They're thrilled," you bit back, looking into his ink-dark eyes. "They think they’ve finally domesticated us with all this 'family' talk."

"I don't need a legacy to be happy," Jaehyun muttered, his hand moving up to the nape of your neck, his thumb grazing the skin just above your collar. "I need a challenge. And you, my dear monster, are the only thing in this room that doesn't bore me to death."

"Is that why you froze my Swiss accounts ten minutes before the ceremony?" you asked, your voice dropping into a dangerous purr. "A little wedding gift to keep me dependent?"

Jaehyun smirked, a dark, triumphant expression. "It was a legal precaution. Your ties to Mark Lee are a security risk. I’ve rerouted those funds into a joint trust under my primary signature. Consider it your first lesson in Jung family law."

"Then consider this your first lesson in global exports," you whispered, leaning in until your lips nearly brushed his. "I didn't stop Mark from hacking your father’s private server an hour ago. By the time we reach the honeymoon suite, the evidence of your family’s tax evasion will be sitting in an encrypted folder on my desk. You want to play the Law Magnate? Fine. Let’s see how well you litigate from a prison cell."

Jaehyun’s steps faltered for a fraction of a second—the only crack in his perfect facade. His eyes darkened, the "Shark" finally surfacing in full.

"You really are a monster," he murmured, his voice thick with a twisted kind of admiration.

"We’re the same, Jaehyun," you reminded him as the music reached its crescendo. "Now, smile for the cameras. Our parents are watching, and they expect their monsters to be on their best behavior."

The waltz ended, and as the room erupted into polite, hollow applause, you and Jaehyun stood at the center—two predators bound by blood, law, and a mutual desire to destroy the very world that had created them.

Part 3: The Honeymoon

The penthouse didn’t feel like a honeymoon suite; it felt like a gilded vault. The door clicked shut with a heavy, final thud, instantly severing the connection to the gala's echoes, the prying eyes of the board, and the suffocating "blessings" of your parents.

Jaehyun wasted no time. He tore the silk tie from his neck, tossing it onto a mahogany table worth more than a ordinary person’s lifetime earnings. Turning to face you, his eyes were dark and restless, reflecting the jagged neon of the Seoul skyline bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

"The pre-nup is active," he said, his voice dropping into a low, jagged register. He began unbuttoning his waistcoat with hurried, impatient movements, shedding the skin of the perfect groom. "I don’t care who you spend your nights with, Y/N. Mark Lee, or whoever else provides the 'data' you crave. As long as the press doesn't get a scent, and as long as you’re present for those miserable family dinners, I am not your warden."

You stepped out of your heels, the plush carpet a soft contrast to the cold marble of the bathroom you’d just left. You looked down at the monstrosity of lace and blue diamonds you were still wearing—the gown that felt more like a shroud than a celebration.

"And I don't care about your 'distractions,' Jaehyun. Keep them in the shadows, keep their mouths shut with your family’s legal hush-money, and we won’t have a problem." You smoothed the heavy, intricate fabric of your wedding dress, your voice a razor-thin blade. "This is a merger of empires, not a union of souls. We don't owe each other loyalty; we owe each other results."

"Exactly," Jaehyun murmured. He crossed the room in three long, predatory strides. The space between you vanished as he stepped into your personal circle, the scent of expensive gin and the metallic tang of adrenaline rolling off him in waves. "Transactional. Purely business."

"Then why are you still in my space?" you challenged, chin tilted up. Your gaze fixed on the dried smudge of blood on his lower lip—the mark you had branded him with at the altar.

"Because the adrenaline hasn't worn off," he growled, his hand reaching out to grip your waist, hauling you flush against his chest. The stiff lace of your bodice crinkled between you, a fragile barrier. "And because you're the only person in this city who looks at me and sees exactly what I am. There’s a certain... utility in that."

The tension that had been building since childhood—the decades of competing for the top spot, the insults traded like currency, the raw hatred of two predators forced into a single cage—finally snapped. It wasn't love; it was a chemical reaction. It was the friction of two people realizing they were the only ones who could handle each other’s bite.

You reached up, your fingers digging into the dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down with a ferocity that matched his own. When his mouth crashed into yours this time, there were no cameras to perform for. This was a hostile takeover of the senses.

He lifted you effortlessly, the heavy train of your wedding gown sweeping the floor as he maneuvered through your shared space and onto the massive, silk-draped bed. The "Ice Queen" and the "Shark" were gone, replaced by something feral. He tasted like cold ambition and unadulterated need. You fought for dominance even in the kiss, biting back until the copper taste of blood returned, grounding you both in the reality of your shared darkness.

He dropped you onto the bed, his weight following you down immediately. His hands were everywhere—unzipping your gown, tracing the lines of your body with a possessive, territorial heat.

"Don't think this changes the terms," you gasped, your breath ragged as his lips found the sensitive skin of your throat, right where the blue diamonds had left a faint indentation.

"The terms are written in ink," Jaehyun whispered against your skin, his voice thick with a hunger that no contract could satisfy. "But tonight... is written in blood. We're the same, Y/N. Exactly the same. And I want to see if you can break me before I break you."

There was no gentleness in the way you moved together. It was a battle, a physical manifestation of the war you had been waging since you were children. Every touch was a demand, every groan a concession of power. You didn't want him to love you; you wanted him to acknowledge your strength. You wanted to feel the raw, unrefined energy of the only person who was dangerous enough to match your soul.

You grabbed at Jaehyun’s hair, your fingers tangling in the dark strands with a desperation that had been decades in the making. With a sharp, defiant tug, you ripped at his dress shirt; the sound of silk tearing and several buttons hitting the marble floor like hail was the only music you needed.

Jaehyun didn't flinch at the aggression—he thrived on it. His hands, usually so steady when signing away companies, were frantic as they reached for the back of your dress. He fumbled for a split second with the intricate fastenings before his patience evaporated, his finger tips sliding against the valley of your breast with a searing, proprietary heat that made your breath hitch.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice a gravelly murmur against your ear, the word a caress more than an expletive. He watched you, a predator’s gaze, as he pushed down the delicate fabric of your dress , revealing a white thong with a small bow in the middle that is seemingly innocent and fragile which is a stark contrast to the dark persona you portray. His tongue flicked out, wetting his lips, a primal gesture that sent a electrifying jolt through you . “You look like a slut underneath all this, huh? And the no bra is such a sight.” he says as he presses two fingers into your clothed core.

You gripped his crotch, fingers fumbling with the intricate clasp of his belt, then the stubborn button of his trousers. The denim stretched taut over the undeniable bulge. “And you, Jung Jaehyun,” you bit out, voice a husky whisper, “are too hard for your own good.” your nails scraped against the fabric, then found the zipper, pulling it down with a deliberate, slow rasp.

“Too hard, am I?” His voice, a low growl now, holds a dangerous edge as retrieves his fingers to pull down his boxers which reveals a long and girthy cock springing up to his stomach. “Is that an invitation, or a warning?” You meet his gaze, a challenge in your own. “Which do you prefer?” He chuckles, a rough, throaty sound that vibrates through your core. “I prefer you wet, begging.”

“You’ll be waiting a long time for that.” He leans closer, his scent insanely filling your senses. “We have a lifetime for that baby.” His fingers, back to teasing your clit, he presses harder, a rhythmic circling that makes your hips instinctively twitch. “Tell me, does this feel good?”

You bite your lip, a desperate attempt to stifle the moan building in your throat. “It’s…not as good as you let into your head.”

“Oh Please darling don’t speak as if you don’t want this” He watches your face, every flicker of emotion, every subtle tremor. His thumb sweeps over the sensitive nub, then dips lower, pushing the flimsy fabric away to lick a stripe at your pussy. “Oh, you’re already dripping, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”

A flush creeps up your neck, a warmth spreading across your chest. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why? Does it make you feel… exposed?” He pushed two fingers inside of you, making you feel a fire inside of you. “Because that’s exactly how I want you. Exposed. Vulnerable. Mine.” he says as he looks you straight in the eye.

His words, laced with a dark possessiveness, ignite a spark deep within you, a dangerous thrill. You push your hips towards his fingers that have grown in pace.

“Impatient, are we?” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. “I thought you didn’t want me.”

“I never said that.” Your voice, surprisingly steady, belies the frantic beat of your heart. “I said I didn’t like you.”

He pulls back, a smirk playing on his lips. “Good. Because ‘like’ is boring. ‘Want’ is much more interesting.” His head moves lower, finding the delicate folds, mouth sucking into your slickness. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.” he says while his breath fans your core.

The friction, the wet heat, the audacious demand in his eyes – it all crashes over you. “I want… you.” The words are out before you can stop them, a raw admission that hangs in the air between you.

A triumphant glint flashes in his eyes. He shifts, his weight pressing you deeper into the plush mattress. “Then let’s give each other what we want.” he rips your thong into half before he positions himself, rubbing his hard length into you before pressing into your entrance.

Your legs part wider, an unspoken invitation. The air thickens, heavy with anticipation, “Your pussy is so tight, probably never had a dick this big before” he taunts before grabbing your leg and putting it onto his shoulders to reach deeper.

Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he whispers, his voice thick with triumph, his hips beginning a slow, grinding rhythm that sends jolts of exquisite sensation straight to your core. Each thrust is a declaration, a deep, possessive claim that leaves you breathless. You can feel the stretch, the fullness, the undeniable proof of his words.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scraping against the warm skin beneath his shirt, a desperate anchor in the storm of pleasure he’s unleashing. Your head lolls back, a guttural moan finally escaping, raw and untamed. “Jaehyun…” His name is a ragged plea, a surrender you hadn’t anticipated.

He watches your face, the flush, the desperate arch of your back, the way your lips part to let out another choked sound. A wicked smile plays on his lips, a testament to his power over you. “Say it, Y/N,” he demands, his voice a dark caress as he pulls out almost completely, only to plunge back in with a powerful thrust that steals the air from your lungs. “Say you’ve never felt anything like this.”

Before he knows it you grab at him to put him in his place, you clenched around him, a vise-like grip that made him momentarily freeze. He barely had time to register the shift before you were pushing back, a sudden surge of strength rippling through your core. Your hands, still digging into his shoulders, now pressed down, leveraging your weight, and with a powerful, almost violent heave, you bucked your hips, twisting and arching, until you were the one straddling him.

He lay back, stunned, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a dangerous glint of amusement. “Who’s the slut now, Jaehyun?” you bit out, your voice a husky snarl, mirroring his earlier taunt. Your hips began to move, a slow, deliberate grind that made him groan, his head arching back against the pillows. You looked down at him, a predatory gleam in your eyes, reveling in the sudden vulnerability etched on his face.

“Never had a pussy like this before?” you purred, leaning down, your breath hot against his ear, using his own words against him. You watched his pupils dilate, the flush rise on his neck, and a fierce, intoxicating triumph swelled in your chest. “Can’t handle it now can you?.”

You took control of the rhythm, each thrust a declaration, a possessive claim. You rode him hard, fast, then slow and deep, drawing out his moans, watching the muscles in his jaw clench. His hands, which had been gripping your waist, now rose to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your throat, an unspoken surrender.

“You like this, don’t you?” you whispered, your voice laced with a dark satisfaction as you leaned in, your lips brushing his ear. “Being taken. Being ridden.” You felt his body tense beneath you, a tremor running through him. “Tell me, Jaehyun. Does this feel good?” You pushed down again, hard, eliciting a ragged groan from deep within his chest. 

You felt him rub at your clit, catching you off guard. A sharp gasp tore from your throat, a purely involuntary sound that surprised even you. Your hips, which had been driving with such deliberate, almost cruel power, hitched for a fraction of a second. The unexpected friction, the sudden, direct assault on your most sensitive point, sent a jolt straight through your core, stealing the air from your lungs. 

Your eyes, previously narrowed in a predatory gaze, widened just slightly, a flicker of raw pleasure warring with your carefully constructed dominance. He had dared. He had responded not just with a groan, but with a touch.

A slow, dangerous smile curved your lips, a new kind of heat igniting in your eyes, you breathed, the word a silken threat, a promise. Your voice dropped, becoming even deeper, more resonant, a low hum against his ear. "Fuck you, Jeong Jaehyun."

You rode him relentlessly, each thrust a desperate attempt to reclaim control, to push him over the edge before he could truly break you. His fingers on your clit were a relentless torment and a divine pleasure, dragging you closer and closer to an impossible precipice. Your breath hitched, a strangled sob tearing from your throat as your body seized, every muscle locking as the world exploded around you in a blinding flash of white-hot sensation. A guttural cry ripped from your lungs, your hips arching high, then collapsing back onto him, spent and shaking, your entire being dissolving into quivering aftershocks.

That was his cue. In the aftermath of your shattering release, before you could even fully process the seismic shift in your body, Jaehyun moved. Quick and decisive, he bucked, rolling you beneath him in one fluid motion. His weight settled on you, heavy and possessive, pinning you to the bed, your legs still tangled with his. His own body shuddered, a deep, primal groan rumbling through his chest as he buried himself one last, agonizing time, his own release tearing through him with a ferocity that matched yours.

He pressed his forehead against yours, both of you panting, slick with sweat, the air thick with the scent of sex and triumph. His eyes, dark and knowing, held yours captive. A slow, utterly devastating smile spread across his lips, and he chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that vibrated through your bones.

"You really thought you had me, didn't you?" he rasped, his voice still thick with the remnants of his climax. He lifted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering, a glint of pure, unadulterated victory in their depths. "You can never beat me in a game I started, darling. Not when I know exactly how to play you."

Part 4: The Ceasefire Ground

Three years had passed since the ink dried on the merger of your families, and the "production schedule" set by your parents had been met with clinical precision. You had given birth to Yuna—a girl with Jaehyun’s sharp, dark eyes and a spirit that already refused to be quieted like yours.

She was the only thing in this glass-and-steel world that wasn't a calculation. To the public, she was the future of the conglomerate; to your parents, she was the ultimate bridge between two empires. But to you and Jaehyun, she was the only human reality left. Despite the hollow silence that lingered in the hallways of your home, her room was a neutral zone—the one place where the masks finally slipped.

But the marriage itself? It remained a beautifully decorated corpse.

"She’s finally out," you said, stepping into the dimly lit study. You looked tired, the silk of your robe catching the moonlight as you leaned against the doorframe. You found Jaehyun exactly where you expected: at his desk, a glass of amber liquid in one hand and his phone in the other.

Jaehyun finally looked up, setting the glass down with a heavy thud. "The nanny mentioned she was restless today. Something about a drawing she wanted to show you?"

"She was," you said, your voice softening for a fleeting second. "She tried to sketch the garden. She’s getting better with her colors. She actually asked if you’d take her to see the koi pond this weekend."

Jaehyun’s expression shifted, a rare, genuine warmth flickering in his eyes. "I’ll clear my Saturday morning. She’s been obsessed with those fish lately." He paused, the momentary peace between you stretching thin. "She’s growing up, Y/N. She’s starting to ask why we don't eat dinner together more often."

"Then maybe you should give her fewer reasons to wonder," you said, the amicable tone vanishing as you tossed a folder onto his desk. "Mark found the digital trail. You’re getting sloppy, Jaehyun. If the media gets a hold of these hotel logs, it won't just be a scandal—it’ll be a mess our parents will use to exert even more control over her life."

Jaehyun’s gaze sharpened, the defensive wall sliding back into place. "I’m careful."

"Not careful enough," you countered, your voice a low, steady hum. "Replacing Rose with Eunha was one thing, but people in your office aren't blind. If they start whispering about the boss and his secretary, the rumors will eventually reach a classroom. Keep your distractions in the shadows. I don't care who you spend your nights with, but don't let it bleed into the world where Yuna has to grow up."

Jaehyun stood up, closing the distance between you until the scent of his cologne—sharp and expensive—filled your space. "And I suppose those 'consultations' you’ve been having at Mark’s apartment are strictly about business? I saw the car pull in at 3:00 AM yesterday. You still smell like his tobacco."

The silence that followed was heavy, pressurized by the mutual understanding that you were both failing at fidelity, yet succeeding at secrecy.

"We had a deal," he reminded you, looking down at you with an intensity that hadn't faded since your wedding night. "We can destroy each other, Y/N. We can burn this whole house down. But Yuna stays out of the fire. That is the only promise I actually intend to keep."

"Then act like it," you whispered, reaching up to straighten his collar. The gesture looked intimate from a distance, but your touch was a warning. "Because if a single headline touches her, I will use everything I have to bury the Jung name. I don't care about the family legacy, Jaehyun. I care about her."

Jaehyun grabbed your wrist, his grip possessive, pulling you flush against him. The old, familiar friction ignited instantly—the same dark chemistry that always seemed to surface when you were at each other's throats.

"Always so protective," he murmured, his lips grazing your temple. "You can't stand the sight of me, you’re looking for an escape in another man’s bed, and yet here you are, playing the devoted mother to a child born of a contract."

"I’m not playing, Jaehyun. I protect what matters," you bit back, though you didn't pull away from his heat. "And Yuna is the only thing in this world I truly claim as my own. Not the company. Not this marriage. And certainly not you."

Jaehyun looked at you, a twisted kind of admiration glinting in his dark eyes. "Good. Let's keep it that way. Partners in public, strangers in private, and a united front for the girl. As long as the world sees a family, we can keep our private wars."

The same calculated mornings happened every single time. Before the glass towers of Seoul demanded your souls, there was a brief, fragile window of time where you and Jaehyun tried your best to be amicable. You would sit at the breakfast table, the clinking of silver against porcelain the only sound until Yuna ran into the room. For those sixty minutes, the both of you called a ceasefire, bonding with her over pancakes and cartoons before heading to your respective offices to continue your own lives.

By 10:00 AM, the domestic facade was a distant memory. You sat in your executive suite, staring at a trade report you hadn't moved past in twenty minutes. Karina, your secretary and the only person allowed to see the woman behind the title, walked in and set a cup of double-shot espresso on your desk. She didn't check your schedule; she checked your pulse.

"You’re staring at the wall again, Y/N," Karina said softly, leaning against the mahogany desk. "And you look... miserable. Not 'corporate-tired,' but soul-tired."

You leaned back, the leather of your chair creaking in the silent room. "It’s getting harder to breathe in that house, Karina. Every morning is a performance. We smile for Yuna, we pretend we aren't strangers, and then we come here to build empires that will eventually belong to a girl who deserves more than a transactional family."

Karina reached out, giving your hand a brief, firm squeeze. "You aren't a robot, no matter what your father told you. If you keep this up, you're going to break." you smile at her weakly before proceeding to go through the papers in your desk.

Across the city at Jung Law, the atmosphere was thick with a different kind of tension. Jaehyun sat in his office, watching his secretary, Eunha, arrange his afternoon briefs. She was young, bright, and far more appreciative of his attention than the wife who knew all his sins.

"Is that all for the morning, Mr. Jung?" Eunha asked, lingering by his side as she adjusted a stack of documents.

Jaehyun smirked, the predatory glint returning to his eyes as he leaned back. "For now. But I find myself quite bored with these depositions, Eunha." He reached out, his fingers grazing her wrist as she handed him a pen. "Remind me why I work so hard when I could be... enjoying the fringe benefits of my position?" he says while eyeing her out.

Eunha blushed, a sharp contrast to the cold, lethal glares he received at home. To Jaehyun, this wasn't about love; it was about maintenance—a way to feel a flicker of heat in a life that felt like a permanent frost.

Later that afternoon, Yeji barged into your private lounge, bypassing security with the practiced ease of a woman who owned half the city. She took one look at you and dropped a bag of greasy fries and a bottle of vintage red on the table.

"I saw the photos from the charity gala," Yeji said, pulling you into a sudden, fierce hug. "Your 'Ice Queen' mask is cracking, Y/N. You look like you're drowning in your own diamonds."

You leaned into her, finally letting your shoulders drop. "Its just the sorrows of life is kind of getting on me these days y’know”

Yeji poured two glasses, her expression softening. "And the 'side projects'? Are you still seeing Mark?"

"When the silence gets too loud," you admitted, staring at the deep red liquid. "It’s not about love. It’s about feeling like I’m still a person. Jaehyun has his distractions too. We’ve stopped counting the buttons he loses in other women's apartments."

Yeji sighed, leaning back. "God, you guys are a mess. You know, Hyunjin and I... it’s not perfect. He’s dramatic, and he spends more on art than I do on logistics, but at least we fight. Like, real fights where things get broken and then we make up. You and Jaehyun are just... frozen."

"I’d take a screaming match over this polite frost any day," you murmured.

"Look," Yeji said, nudging your arm. "The girls are going to The Abyss tonight. No husbands, no board members, just high-end tequila and a bassline loud enough to make you forget your last name. Come with us. You need to scream-sing some lyrics and dance until your feet hurt."

You looked at the clock on your desk. 5:30 PM. "I can't, Yeji. I have to be home."

"The nannies have it covered, Y/N. One night won't kill."

"It’s not that y’know," you said, a small, genuine smile tugging at your lips. "It’s 6:00 PM dinner. Yuna expects me to tell her about the 'giants' I fought at work today. If I’m not there to tuck her in, she won't sleep. And honestly? Neither will I."

Yeji watched you for a moment, her eyes filled with a mix of pity and admiration. "You really love that kid, don't you?"

"She’s the only thing in my life that is real right now," you said, standing up and grabbing your blazer. "I'll take a raincheck on the club. I’ll see you girls sometime soon." you say as you go down to the parking lot with her and she doesn’t press for anything more than a faint goodbye and a kiss into your cheek.

The drive home was a blur of neon lights and city traffic, but the moment you stepped through the heavy oak doors of the estate, the corporate chill vanished, you headed straight for the play area.

"Eomma!"

Yuna came barreling toward you, a whirlwind of messy pigtails and sheer joy. You dropped to your knees, catching her in your arms and pulling her into a tight, desperate hug. She smelled like baby shampoo and crayon wax—the only scent in the world that could clear the unease of the office from your lungs.

As she buried her face in your neck, giggling about a drawing she’d made, you felt the tension in your spine finally snap. You closed your eyes, holding her a little tighter. In this world of hostile takeovers , Yuna was the only person who loved you unconditionally. She didn't care about your stock price or your reputation. To her, you were just Mom.

The kitchen of the estate, usually a sterile gallery of marble and stainless steel, was the only place that felt alive. You had pushed up the sleeves of your silk blouse, helping Yuna "season" the pasta. She was covered in flour, her small face scrunched in concentration as she mimicked your movements.

"Is the giant gone, Eomma?" she asked, stirring a wooden spoon.

"Defeated," you smiled, kissing the top of her head. "I chased them all back to their offices so I could come home to you."

The heavy front door groaned open, and a moment later, Jaehyun appeared. He looked every bit exhausted, but the second he saw Yuna, the sharp lines of his face softened. He didn't even look at you as he dropped his briefcase and scooped her up into the air.

"There’s my princess," he rasped, his voice warm and resonant. He spun her around, her giggles echoing off the high ceilings. He became a soft father, sitting on the floor in his tailored trousers, helping her build a lopsided tower of blocks. Watching him, it was easy to forget the coldness in his eyes when he looked at you. He was a good father—perhaps the only role he took seriously—but as a husband, he was a ghost.

The dining room was a sprawling expanse of cold marble, but tonight, the small circle of light over the dinner table made it feel almost intimate. You had traded the stiff blazer for a soft cardigan, and Jaehyun had ditched his tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone. Between you sat Yuna, kicking her legs as she navigated a plate of pasta.

"Eomma? Appa?" Yuna asked, her voice small but curious as she looked between the two of you. "Why do you work so much? Is the office more fun than home?"

The question hung in the air, a sharp contrast to the rehearsed answers you gave the board members. You looked at Jaehyun, but for once, Jaehyun seemed to have no closing argument.

"It’s not more fun, princess," Jaehyun said, his voice surprisingly soft as he reached over to wipe a stray bit of sauce from her chin. "We work so we can build a big world for you. So you never have to worry about anything."

"But you’re always fighting the giants," Yuna murmured, looking at you. "Do the giants ever say sorry?"

"Sometimes," you lied, offering a tight smile. "But mostly, we just have to be stronger than them."

The conversation felt like walking on thin ice—polite, careful, and desperately focused on the child. As you reached for a glass of water, your mind drifted to the encryption codes Mark had sent earlier. Your fingers slipped. The crystal glass hit the edge of the table and shattered, a sharp fragment catching the side of your palm.

"Darn it," you hissed, pulling your hand back as a thin line of crimson bloomed across your skin.

Yuna’s eyes went wide. "Eomma! You have a boo-boo!"

"It’s okay, Yuna. It’s just a little scratch," you said, reaching for a napkin, but the girl was already scrambling out of her chair.

She turned to Jaehyun with frantic urgency. "Appa! You have to kiss it! Eomma says that whenever I have a boo-boo, a kiss makes it feel better. Quickly!"

The silence that followed was deafening. You froze, your hand wrapped in the white linen, looking up to find Jaehyun staring at you. The air in the room suddenly felt pressurized, trapped by the innocent logic of a three-year-old.

Jaehyun cleared his throat, his gaze dropping to your hand. "Yuna, I think a bandage—"

"No! A kiss!" she insisted, her bottom lip beginning to tremble. "It works for me! You have to save her, Appa!"

Jaehyun looked at you, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps a ghost of the chemistry that had once been fueled. Slowly, almost tentatively, he reached out and took your hand. His skin was warm, a startling contrast to the clinical distance he usually maintained.

You held your breath as he pulled your hand toward him. He didn't look at your face; he focused entirely on the shallow cut. He leaned down, and for a split second, you felt the ghost of his warm breath against your palm before his lips brushed the skin just beside the wound.

It was a soft, lingering contact that felt like a short circuit to your entire system. The world of contracts and tax havens vanished. For one agonizingly awkward second, you weren't business partners; you were a man and a woman who had once been one against the glass of a penthouse.

"Better?" Jaehyun murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to settle in your bones. He didn't let go of your hand immediately.

"Better," you whispered, your voice catching.

"See!" Yuna cheered, clapping her hands and returning to her seat, completely oblivious to the electric current of discomfort and history crackling between her parents. "Appa saved you!"

"I... I’m heading out tonight. The guys are inviting me to the bar," he said abruptly, his voice regaining that clipped, professional distance.

Yuna’s head whipped toward him, her fork hovering in mid-air. "Appa? Where are you going? You just saved Eomma!"

Jaehyun paused, his expression softening just enough to look at his daughter. He couldn't quite bring himself to ignore her pout. "I'll tell you what, princess. I’ll stay until you’re tucked in and fast asleep. But then Appa has to go handle some... business." he feels guilty because deep inside despite the initial excuse of seeing the guys which is what he will eventually do but a certain someone in the form of Eunha will also be there.

"Is it to fight more giants?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Something like that," he murmured, avoiding your gaze.

True to his word, Jaehyun spent the next hour in the nursery. You watched from the hallway as the loving dad that sat on the edge of a toddler-sized bed, reading a story about a dragon with more patience than he ever showed a legal brief. He was a good father—it was the only thing about him that still felt human. But the moment Yuna’s breathing evened out and her eyes drifted shut, the warmth vanished.

He stepped into the hall, already reaching for his cufflinks. "I’m leaving now."

"Don't stay out late," you said, leaning against the doorframe, your hand still tingling where his lips had touched. "Tomorrow is Yuna’s first day of nursery school. We’re supposed to take her together at 8:00 AM. It’s a milestone, Jaehyun. Don't be the father who misses it for a hangover."

Jaehyun stopped at the threshold, his back to you. "I know the schedule, Y/N. I’ll be there." 

He retreated to your bedroom, the sound of the shower soon hissing behind closed doors. He stood under the scalding water, trying to wash off the scent of flour and domesticity, trying to reset his mind for the night ahead. When he stepped out to check on Yuna, wrapped in a robe, he paused in the doorway of the room.

From his vantage point, he could see you through the reflection of the hallway mirror. You were still standing by Yuna’s door, looking down at your bandaged hand with an expression of quiet, weary longing. He watched you for a heartbeat longer than necessary—observing the way the light hit you when she thought no one was looking—before he hardened his gaze, turned away, and began to dress.

The estate’s door clicked shut a few minutes later. In the basement, the roar of his black Lamborghini echoed against the concrete as he fired the engine. He drove away from the estate with a reckless speed, the city lights blurring into long, jagged lines of neon. He needed the wind, the noise, and the distance from the "perfect family" life that felt like it was slowly suffocating him.

Part 5: The cracks behind the facade

When he arrived at The Abyss, the bass was a physical pulse. He bypassed the line and headed straight for the VIP booth where Taeyong, Yuta, and Johnny were already settled.

"Look who finally decided to join the living," Yuta called out, raising a glass.

Hey, guys," Jaehyun said, sliding into the leather seat with a heavy sigh. He traded quick greetings—a handshake with Johnny, a nod to Taeyong—before the mask fully settled.

"You’re late, Jae," Johnny noted, leaning over the music. "What kept you? Another late-night business?"

"Something like that," Jaehyun replied, tossing back a shot of vodka. "Actually, Yuna wouldn't let me leave until I finished a story about a dragon. I think I’ve read it four times this week."

"You’re a lucky bastard," Johnny said, chuckling. "Is she already speaking three languages?"

Jaehyun’s expression shifted instantly. The cold, distant facade vanished, replaced by a genuine, boyish warmth. He pulled out his phone, scrolling past dozens of unread legal alerts to find a video of Yuna.

"Actually, she’s started correcting my pronunciation in French," Jaehyun said, a proud, half-amused smirk playing on his lips. He showed the screen to the guys, his eyes softening as he watched the recording of her running through the estate’s garden. "She’s growing too fast. Last month she barely reached my knee; now she’s trying to negotiate her own bedtime like a little defense attorney."

"She’s got your eyes, man," Yuta noted, leaning in. "But she definitely has Y/N’s attitude. That little finger-point she does? Just shows how Y/N bosses people around.”

Jaehyun let out a quiet, genuine chuckle. "She really does. She told me this morning that my tie was ‘unacceptable’ for breakfast. I actually ended up changing it because I didn't want to lose the argument to a three-year-old."

"See? That’s what I’m talking about," Taeyong said, seizing the opening. "You coo over her like she’s the center of the universe—because she is. You’re a great dad, Jae. Truly. But you’re being a shitty husband. Y/N is the one raising that brilliant kid with you. You’re here at the club while she’s holding down the fort. You should spend some time with the family you actually built, not just the one on the brochures."

Jaehyun’s smile flickered and died. He put the phone face down. "It’s not that simple, Taeyong. Y/N and I... we’re a merger. Not a romance. Yuna is the only part of that house that isn't made ice."

"Then don't let the ice win," Taeyong countered.

But before the advice could sink in, a shadow fell over the table. It was Eunha, wearing a dress that was little more than a suggestion of silk. The reminder of the 8:00 AM nursery school morning flickered in his mind like a dying spark.

"Mr. Jung," Eunha whispered as she slid into the booth beside him, her hand resting daringly on his thigh. "I didn't think you'd come tonight."

Jaehyun didn't pull away. He wanted the friction of someone who didn't know his tax records. He wanted to drown out the guilt of the "good father" with the thrill of being a bad man.

"I needed a distraction," he murmured.

The bass of The Abyss was still thrumming in Jaehyun’s veins as he led Eunha into the penthouse suite of a discreet Gangnam hotel. The door had barely clicked shut before he had her pinned against the heavy wood. This wasn't the measured, tactical passion of the Shin-Hwa elite; it was messy, desperate, and fueled by premium vodka.

He kissed her with a reckless hunger, his hands tangling in her hair as he sought to drown out the image of the dinner table and the "boo-boo" he had kissed just hours before. Eunha’s hands were everywhere, pulling at his blazer, her laughter lost against his mouth. In the heat of the dimly lit room, Jaehyun wasn't a father or a Law Magnate; he was a man running from a life that felt like a death sentence. They stumbled toward the bed, the "United Front" he was supposed to maintain with you shattering with every discarded piece of clothing.

The next morning, the sun didn't rise; it attacked.

A shard of light pierced through a gap in the blackout curtains, hitting Jaehyun directly in the eyes. He groaned, a rhythmic, pounding headache thudding against his skull like a hammer. The air in the hotel room smelled of stale perfume and expensive gin—a sharp, sickening contrast to the scent of baby shampoo he had grown used to.

He reached blindly for the nightstand, his hand brushing against a glass of water before finding his phone. The device was vibrating so violently it was nearly vibrating off the edge.

He squinted at the screen, and his heart plummeted into his stomach.

10:14 AM.

Beneath the time, the notifications were a digital landslide. 47 Missed Calls: Y/N. There were dozens of texts, starting from 7:30 AM with "Where are you?" and ending at 9:00 AM with a single, freezing line: "Don't bother coming home."

Realization hit him like a physical blow. The nursery school. Yuna’s first day. The 8:00 AM milestone he had promised, on his daughter's life, not to miss. He had left you standing there alone with a three-year-old in a new uniform, clutching a backpack and looking for a father who was currently waking up in a hotel bed with his secretary.

Speaking of which, his work phone began to chime. It was the firm’s lead partner. Since Eunha—his secretary—was currently tangled in the sheets beside him, neither of them had been there to open the office or manage the morning’s depositions. The "Shark" had missed his hunt, and worse, he had missed his daughter's most important morning.

Jaehyun sat up, his head spinning as he buried his face in his hands. The silence of the hotel room felt deafening. He had traded a milestone for a distraction, and for the first time in his life, the Law Magnate had no defense.

The estate was silent when Jaehyun finally pushed the heavy doors open. The air inside didn't smell like the expensive hotel or the stale gin he was currently sweating out; it smelled like the familiar, homey scent of breakfast that had gone cold hours ago.

He expected to see you standing in the foyer like an executioner, ready to serve him with the legal equivalent of a death warrant. But you weren't there.

Instead, he heard a sound that cut through his hangover sharper than any shard of glass. It was a high, jagged sob coming from the living room.

Jaehyun rounded the corner and stopped dead. Yuna was sitting on the floor, still wearing her tiny, crisp school uniform. Her backpack—the one with the little charms she’d picked out so excitedly—was tossed aside like trash. Her eyes were red and swollen, her face a mess of tears and heartbreak. You were sitting on the floor beside her, holding her hand, your face a mask of absolute, frozen stone.

"Princess?" Jaehyun’s voice cracked, sounding like sandpaper.

Yuna looked up. The moment she saw him, her small face didn't light up with the usual joy. It twisted into something much more painful. She didn't run to him. She stayed tucked against your side.

"You're a liar!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "You said you'd hold my hand! You said the giants wouldn't get me at school if you were there!"

"Yuna, I... I got caught up in business. I'm so sorry—"

"I don't care!" she sobbed, burying her face in your shoulder. "I waited and waited. Eomma said we had to go, but I told her you were coming. I told her Appa never breaks promises." She looked at him one last time, her eyes filled with a level of disappointment no three-year-old should know. "I hate you, Appa! Go away!"

The words hit Jaehyun like a physical blow to the chest. It was a cold shower of reality. He stood there in his rumpled suit, smelling of another woman, watching his daughter—the only thing he actually loved—look at him with genuine loathing.

You finally looked up at him. Your eyes didn't hold the usual fire. They were just dead.

"She refused to go without you," you said, your voice a terrifyingly calm whisper. "She cried at the door for two hours until she finally fell asleep on the rug. She missed her first day, Jaehyun. because her father chose to do things with god knows who."

You stood up, picking Yuna up in your arms. She clung to you, hiding her face from him as if he were a stranger.

"Get out of my sight," you said, walking past him toward the nursery. "Go back to whatever was more important than her." you say with a shrug.

Jaehyun stood alone in the center of the vast, empty living room, the silence of the room closing in on him. For the first time, the gilded cage didn't feel like a prison—it felt like a grave.

He moved to the sofa to think, dropping into the leather as the heavy silence began to be too much. In the distance, the rhythmic sound of a door opening and closing echoed through the hallway—the soft, final click of Yuna’s nursery door followed by the sharp, familiar cadence of your footsteps.

He sat in the dark, his head resting in his hands, staring at the expensive rug beneath him. The weight of Yuna’s "I hate you" felt like a lead shroud. He looked up as you finally entered the living room after making sure that Yuna was already sound asleep again after being tired from her cries. You didn't look angry; you looked exhausted, which was infinitely worse. You went straight to the sideboard, pouring yourself a glass of water with hands that trembled only slightly.

"I am sorry," he said, his voice a low, jagged rasp that held a rare note of genuine longing—a desperate wish to undo the last twelve hours. "I lost track of—"

"Don't," you cut him off, your voice as sharp as a guillotine yet brittle around the edges. "Don't you ever dare say that word, after the fact that you didn’t even consider Yuna’s feelings, she was crying Jae in a uniform that’s now stained with tears.

Jaehyun stood up, the frustration of his own guilt bubbling into a defensive heat. "I made a mistake. A massive one. But don't act like this house is a sanctuary of virtue, Y/N."

"This isn't about virtue, and it's certainly not about our pathetic excuse for a marriage," you hissed, stepping into his space until the scent of his cologne—mixed with the faint, lingering trail of the club—made your stomach turn. " Unlike you the one thing I have never done is let my personal indulgences cost Yuna her peace."

Jaehyun’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a defensive fire. "You show up? That’s rich. How many 'data consultations' have you had with Mark Lee lately? I know you still see him. Don't stand there and play the innocent martyr when your hands are just as dirty as mine."

You let out a harsh, cold laugh that lacked any real humor. "Is that really your best shot, Jaehyun? Comparing a lingering ghost of a past to what you did today?"

You stepped closer, poking a finger hard into his chest, your voice dropping to a dangerous, low vibration. "I see Mark. Yes. But I don't crave him the way you crave your distractions. I don't prioritize the heat of a hotel room over my daughter’s milestones. If Yuna needed me to never see him again, I would burn that bridge in a heartbeat. I could end it tonight and never look back, because she is my priority. She is the only thing that matters."

Your eyes burned into his, shimmering with a sudden, raw ferocity. "I can walk away from anyone. Can you say the same? Or are you so weak that you’ll let your boredom destroy the only person who actually loves you?"

Jaehyun flinched as if you’d slapped him. The silence that followed was heavy, the air thick with the realization that while you were both broken, only one of you was holding the pieces together for the child.

"She asked me why you didn't come," you whispered, your voice finally cracking with the sadness you'd been hiding. "And for the first time, I didn't have a lie ready for her. I just had to watch her realize that her hero is just a man who couldn't be bothered to show up."

jaehyun knew you were a bimbo, it was one of his favourite things about you, whenever you’re unsure of a question an interviewer or mc has asked you, you always just laugh cutely while twirling your hair and move on. god your head was just so empty and it was so endearing to him. you’re a good few years younger so when he first met you he blamed it on frontal lobe development not quite caught up to him, but the more he gets to know you and grows closer, eventually in a relationship, he realises you are literally just stupid, his dumb baby. always relying on him, always asking simple questions, needing his help for everything. and he loves it.

he can always tell when you’re “thinking” because your hand plays with your hair, twisting it and curling it around your finger with a blank expression on your face, then waiting for you to just shrug, smile softly and ask him for the answer.

when fans see you together it’s so obvious you’re dating, despite neither of you confirming, but you’re always saying “my boyfriend has the cutest dimples!” or “me and my boyfriend went here on a date!” whenever you talk in vlogs, never realising that you’re basically outing yourself and your relationship and fans piece together the evidence. if you’re ever seen together he never shys away from your affection, lapping all your hugs and touches just smiling down at his pretty baby.

fans have recorded footage where you’re looking for him on stages at award shows and happily running over to him, all ditzy and cute in your high heels and short skirt, completely ditching your own group to wrap him up in a big hug. the clips of you both always going viral.

your manager is practically pulling her hair out at how oblivious you are, constantly having to pay editors overtime to blur out jaehyuns face whenever you show the camera a picture of you both, when watching your content jaehyun always lets out a chuckle.

you are always asking to film dance challenges and tiktoks with him at inkigayo and he always happily accepts. at the end of the videos you’re always hugging him and laughing as one of his other members turns the video off before you get a chance to kiss him.

as much of an airhead you might be you are extremely talented, being the main dancer of your group lots of idols are jumping at the chance to film tiktoks with you, but you only ever film with jaehyun, only wanting to be seen with your man and your man only. sure your members or his will join you, but if you’re on screen jaehyun is too. he is always praising you for your dancing and if you get a solo stage he’s always super supportive and is cheering and clapping for you.

SM finally has to release a statement when you film for your youtube channel, showing off your new house and showing jaehyuns face, clearly stating you both have just moved in together. you tell the camera that you don’t know how to cook and one time tried to surprise him with dinner, and ended up having to go to the emergency room, as you forgot to use oven gloves when taking the burnt dish out of the oven, and say jaehyun takes care of all the cooking from now on. if he ever catches anyone calling you a bimbo or stupid oh he’s not having it, only he can call you that. he’s calling out any comments on his lives, always comforting you if you read some comments talking about your intelligence, speaking to you for the camera to pick up,

“don’t listen to them baby, you’re my silly girl, but that’s okay, don’t need to think about anything when i’m here, so let’s not think about these comments yeah?”

you nod your head sweetly at him, completely forgetting about the comments and going back to playing with his hands and his hair while he goes back to talking to the camera. he’s sure if he held his breath and kept quiet enough he would hear the tumbleweeds rolling around your skull.

he loses it when you dye your hair blonde for your next comeback. you look like a barbie doll, just a cute pink princess and all his. you just look so fuckable and cute to him, with your white blonde hair and big round eyes and pretty pink lipgloss, and he is so happy to have you having off his arm always.

in bed he can be soft or rough with you, no rhyme or reason to it. and definitely has a daddy kink, hearing your squeaky little voice moan out the name all breathless for him oh it drives him crazy. he loves manhandling his little princess, body so small next to his he can really handle you however he wants. when he sees the outline of himself in your abdomen he’s bringing your small hand down to feel it and it has your eyes rolling back.

“feel that baby? feel me deep in there?”

you can’t speak, too fucked out to form a sentence

“oh look at you angel~ going so dumb on me, such an empty head, just me in there yeah?”

he’s tapping your temple softly, big teasing smile on his lips and dimples showing and you nod slowly

“y-yes daddy! just you!”

you always look so stupid when he fucks you, eyes crossed and tongue slightly hanging out, sometimes he’ll pinch it softly, so enamoured by how you look and feel clenching around him. little yelps and squeals coming out when his fingers come down to play with your clit.

always has a teasing smile when you’re out in public, hanging on him, trying to keep up with him in your big babydoll platformed boots and tiny dress, squeezing his bicep. when fans spot you and take pics he’s bringing up a hand to cover your face lazily, barely hiding anything and smiles for the camera. if you call him daddy around his members he’s shutting down any teasing towards you, taking the hit himself, but with a proud smile on his face as he squeezes you closer to him.

always orders your food for you at restaurants, he never wants you to lift a finger, so the princess treatment is on to the max. carrying your things in his pockets when they won’t fit in your tiny purse, or switching shoes with you when your heels hurt, walking in his socks back to the car while you stomp about in his shoes with a smile on your face.

when you run to him backstage after a concert he’s always pick you up or catching you in his arms if you jump into them letting you rub your nose against his, lazy toothy grin as he congratulates you on your show or thanks you for coming to his.

when you’re such a bimbo you really don’t have a lot of spatial awareness, always bumping into things or falling off the sidewalk, so he’s got you held close to him where ever you go, hands coming to block anything that could potentially hit you as you sway and skip next to him. he likes guiding you through crowds and helping you into cars or sitting you down and tucking you into the table before he takes his own seat.

he is a perv and he feels bad that he uses your lack of brain cells to get what he wants, but he just loves manipulating you into sucking him off, telling you it hurts and only you can help, so whenever he’s hard and gives you that look you’re immediately getting down on your knees for him. as you suck him off he tells you how good you are, how you’re the best girl in the world and it boosts your confidence so much, always telling him how sweet he is. you might be dumb but you really know what you’re doing when it comes to him and getting him off, sucking him so good it has him seeing stars, or spelling your name out with your hips while you ride him, he could cum just thinking about it, laughed to himself when he could feel you misspell your own name, but his cock was near enough in your womb at the time, so he’ll give you a little grace.

according to the reviews, the neo orgasm clinic has surpassed people’s expectations in every possible way. not just with how sleek their setup is or their promise of discretion but also — the donors themselves. effortlessly attractive. professional. patient. skilled in ways that leave clients lingering in their reviews, revealing just enough to make your ears burn.

and you know damn well you needed it.

twenty-something now and you’ve mastered the art of dodging real-life conversations about your sex life. it’s easy to laugh it off or pretend you know what your friends are talking about because in some way, you kind of do? i mean, you’ve read all about it! in books, in fanfictions. in fact, all the knowledge you have about sex probably comes from reading about it.

when it comes to real life though? you stall. every time — no awkward firsts. no impulsive decisions. not even quiet attempts on your own. just you, untouched and curious, stuck somewhere between knowing and experiencing.

the coupon’s tagline stares back at you, catching your eye for what feels like the hundredth time:

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you let out a quiet breath. because it’s not just the words. it’s the timing. the way it landed in your life like a question you’ve been avoiding finally demanding an answer.

you’ve already imagined it all — the rush of sensation you’ve only ever read about.

what would it feel like to finally chase that lust for real?

before you could second guess yourself, you pull up the clinic’s website on your laptop. you read through sections you pretend you’re only skimming. policies. confidentiality. client care.

then you take a huge breath before finally convincing yourself to click the appointment section.

✚ BOOK NOW ✚

“it’s just booking,” you murmur, under your breath, like saying it out loud will make it less real.

step 1: medical verification – a form requesting a recent full panel STI test within the last month.

your brows knit slightly. weirdly enough, even though you were an extra virgin, you had just gotten a recent check up — it was like another sign from the universe to continue on.

you upload your medical form with ease. the next page loads and your breath catches at the list.

step 2: sexual preferences & boundaries – check all acts you’re open to exploring with your donor. this does not guarantee they will occur. your donor will review and operate within your boundaries at all times.

your fingers tighten around your mouse, each click of a checkmark making your ears burn brighter than ever. your cursor moves. hesitates. selects. unselects. then selects again.

☑️ blowjob

☑️ clitoral stimulation

☑️ domination

☑️ dirty talk

☑️ fingering

☑️ guidance

☑️ hand job

☑️ kissing

☑️ masturbation

☑️ nipple play

☑️ oral

☑️ praise

☑️ vaginal penetration

you look at your final list. pretty tame considering you passed over more vulgar options like choking, spanking, vaginal fisting, threesome, toys, etc.

but even then, your list is still intimidating for a virgin.

step 3: why are you booking this appointment?

a blank box appears. you stare at it longer than you expected to. because suddenly — this feels personal. you compose your thoughts before finally typing:

“i’ve spent years lost in books about intimacy, learning every detail from pages that make my heart race. but i’ve never experienced it. no touches. no real connections. not even with myself. just endless curiosity and a longing to feel what i’ve only imagine. i’m hoping this can help me turn fantasy into something real. i want to finally awaken that part of me, guided by someone who knows what they’re doing.

you hit enter, the text saving with a soft confirmation.

step 4: choose your donor.

this should be the easiest part. you tell yourself that. just scrolling. just looking. just choosing the boy you imagine in all your books. nothing serious.

profiles load one by one. each polished. each composed. carefully written descriptions.

you scroll and scroll until —

jung jaehyun. the most valuable donor.

his photo catches your attention — handsome, sharp features, an inviting smile and dark hair falling just so. your pulse stutters and almost instinctively, you click on him.

his reviews were endless:

“jaehyun does a great job at adjusting to whatever you want!”

“if you’re nervous, choose him. gentle yet commanding, and the praise? leaves you floating.”

“he’s so pretty to look at and god…that voice…i was wet way before he even touched me.”

“jaehyun made me feel so special…incredibly patient, nothing felt rushed, it was perfect.”

“he lowkey broke my back but i would do it again”

“'he made my first time feel like a dream i didn't know i needed. so attentive. pure magic.”

“fuckkkkkkkkk, can everyone cancel their appointments with him so i can take all the days?”

“too. fucking. good.”

“if it's your first time in this clinic, or your first time in general, booking jaehyun is a guaranteed good time. 127/10 will cum again.”

every single one felt like a magnetic pull and before you could even realize what you were doing. you were inserting the coupon code and clicking BOOK NOW.

Neo Orgasm Clinic Consultation: CONFIRMED

Donor: Jaehyun Jung

Date of Consultation: April 30, 2026

you stare at the screen, heart pounding, because it’s done. there’s no undoing it now.

✚ THE CONSULTATION ✚

the days leading up to today had been a blur of restless nights. you’ve checked the booking confirmation a dozen times just to check if it was real or if you somehow imagined the whole thing.

and now you’re here, heart hammering as you push through the doors.

the lobby envelops you immediately, a curated haven designed to soothe. soft golden light spills throughout the room, cream colored walls that were easy on the eyes, plush armchairs in neutral tones and the subtle scent of lavender and eucalyptus. everything about it is calming, grounding, whispering relax with every breath you take.

but even then, your feet feel rooted to the spot, nerves twisting into knots. you have half the mind to turn and flee before anyone notices. but a voice calls out softly from the reception desk, smooth and reassuring.

“welcome to the clinic.”

you look up to see the receptionist, johnny, his nametag reads. he was sitting behind a computer, flashing you a warm smile as if he can sense the storm inside you. even he was handsome, and you’re pretty sure you saw his profile on the website with the words the first donor.

“you feeling nervous?,” he adds.

you try to laugh it off as you make your way over to him, but it comes out shaky, a breathy sound that betrays you, “y-yeah, this is new for me.”

he nods, no judgment in the motion. just understanding, “it’s new for a lot of people, but don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”

his words ease the tightness in your chest just a little bit.

“what’s your name?” he asks next.

“y/n l/n,” you manage, voice steadier now.

he types it in with a few clicks, his screen reflecting in his eyes as he pulls up your file.

“alright ms. y/n, donor jaehyun will be out in a few minutes,” he says, that smile returning, soft and encouraging, “in the meantime, please review your file then click agree if everything is okay. your consent is required for everything.”

he hands you a tablet carefully – the screen already glowing with your details. you take it with trembling fingers, murmuring a thank you as you retreat to one of the chairs. sinking into the cushions.

your thumb hovers over the agree button, ears burning red, pulse racing so loud you fear johnny could hear it. with a deep inhale, you finally tap it, the screen flashing with the words:

welcome to neo orgasm clinic.

you don’t know how many times you read it before the door to the right side of johnny opens and out steps the most valuable donor.

jung jaehyun.

he’s taller than you expected, his frame filling the space effortlessly, handsome in a way that steals your breath, his casual soft grey polo making him look softer than his large frame, while his dark hair falls slightly tousled, angling his face perfectly.

his pictures don’t do him justice. you’ve never seen a man more beautiful.

and the realization crashes over you, twisting your nerves into something sharper. you feel so nervous you think you might throw up, hands clammy against the tablet.

he makes his way over to you with unhurried steps.

“good afternoon,” he says, and fuck, those reviews were right. he’s only said two words and his voice, deep and smooth, has got you hooked. so hooked that you don’t even reply, just staring at him, mouth dry, brain short-circuiting under the weight of his proximity.

he tilts his head slightly, a smile tugging at his lips, amused, like he’s trying to hide his laugh but the deep dimples carving into his cheeks give him away completely.

“are you ms. y/n?” he asks, fully smiling at you now, the expression lighting up his features and making your heart stutter.

you clear your throat, the sound awkward and too loud in the quiet lobby, “uhm–yeah, that’s me, sorry mr. jung…i’m so nervous i think i might pass out,” you admit, the words tumbling out before you can stop them, heat flooding your face.

his eyes widen a bit at that, concern threading through, softening his gaze into something genuinely caring.

“c’mon, let’s get you some water,” he says, holding his hand out to you.

you hesitate for a split second, then place your hand in his, the warmth of his skin against yours making you even more nervous. he gives a gentle squeeze, just enough to guide and lead you towards one of the consultation rooms.

the door opens into another pocket of calm – neutral tones, a comfortable couch facing a low coffee table, an armchair across it and a small side table with a pitcher of water and glasses.

jaehyun releases your hand once you’re inside, gesturing for you to sit on the couch as he pours a glass of water for you. he hands it to you with another one of those dimpled smile, settling into the armchair across from you.

“take your time,” he says, sitting comfortably, the tablet now in his hands, “we can talk through everything at your pace. no rush.” his eyes meet yours patiently, waiting for you to find your footing in this new reality.

you sip the water slowly, the cool liquid steadying the flutter in your chest as you sink deeper into the couch, focusing instead on the vase of roses in the middle of the coffee table.

jaehyun sits across from you, his posture relaxed yet attentive. he’s scrolling through your file, his expression neutral, professional, but not cold. he’s taking way longer to read it than one should and you can tell he’s letting you get used to the space. to let the initial shock of his presence and this whole thing reside a bit.

minutes pass like that until he sets the tablet aside, looking up slowly, his gaze catching on the way you’re biting your lip, a nervous habit you can’t quite shake.

“y/n,” he calls out your name, softly, like the two of you are just friends catching up over coffee. the informality of it disarms you, pulling the air from the room into something warmer.

“i know this can be nerve-wracking,” he continues, his voice a low, reassuring hum, “are you sure you’re ready for this?”

he’s gentle. so gentle. it catches you off guard. you look at him, surprised. you were sure he was here to convince you to go through with it — after all, this is still a business. but…there’s no sales pitch in his tone.

“what?” you say, the word slipping out softer than intended, laced with confusion.

he just smiles at you, that dimpled curve returning patient and unforced.

“there’s no proper timeline to these kinds of things,” he explains, his words measured, like he’s sharing a quiet truth rather than reciting policy, “it’s your body. your life. your choice when you’re ready.”

you take his words in, letting them settle over the whirlwind in your mind, easing the knot of anxiety that's been building since you stepped through the clinic's doors.

“i-i am ready,” you admit, your voice gaining a touch of steadiness as you meet his eyes, “it’s just i…don't really know how to start this conversation.”

he nods, his expression shifting to one of quiet understanding. it’s as if he's seen this hesitation before, not as a hurdle to overcome, but as a natural part of the path.

“that’s okay,” he replies, his tone encouraging without pressure, “starting can be the hardest part. maybe we begin with what brought you here? your file mentions this is your first time exploring sex…what made you decide now?”

you hesitate for a moment. jaehyun’s eyes remain steady on yours like a quiet invitation to share as much or as little as you want.

“it was…a gift,” you start, “for my birthday…but i have been curious for a while…i just always held back. books and stories were enough,” you pause, glancing down at your hands, now folded in your lap, “but turning another year older made me realize i don’t want to just keep reading about it.”

“that takes real courage,” he says softly, “turning those stories into something real isn’t simple, especially when they’ve been your safe space for so long.”

his words land gently, validating the swirl of emotions you’ve kept bottled up and a faint smile creeps onto your lips, the first genuine once since you arrive.

“it does feel like the right time,” you reply, your voice steadier not, “the clinic’s reviews…and yours specifically…made it seem less intimidating. like it could be empowering instead of overwhelming.”

he smiles in return, “i’m honored that came through— our goal is to always create that sense of empowerment, no judgments, just support as you explore at your own rhythm.”

he glances briefly at the tablet in his hands, then sets it aside, focusing fully on you.

“it sounds to me like you’re interested in a gentle introduction without rushing into anything too intense. is that right? or has anything changed since filling out the form?”

you pause, letting his words sink in.

“no…that sounds right—i want to be taught, guided through it all, so i can experience every bit i’ve imagined.”

a subtle smile curves his lips, warm and knowing, as if he’s heard echoes of your words from others but savors the uniqueness in yours.

“i can definitely do that for you,” he replies, leaning forward a just a fraction, “i’ll guide you step by step, help you feel every sensation you’ve read about…all you have to do is show up.”

you nod slowly, every second gets more real than the last.

“would you like to proceed with booking your session?” jaehyun asks, a reassuring smile on his face. like it was okay and totally not a waste of his time if you chose not to.

“yes,” you nod after a while, “i would like to proceed.”

jaehyun’s eyes light up with a quiet approval, “perfect,” he says, his smile deepening, revealing those dimples that you can’t stop noticing, “how does may 3 work for you?”

may 3. just two days away. this is it – the threshold between fantasy and reality. it’s now or never.

“sounds good,” you say, your voice gaining a quiet strength, sealing the choice with a steady exhale.

“okay y/n, i’ll see you in two days,” he says, his voice carrying a subtle promise laced with the kind of steadiness that eases the last knots of doubt in your stomach.

and for the first time, the stories feel like previews to your own unfolding chapter, and you’re ready to turn the page.

Neo Orgasm Clinic Session: CONFIRMED

Client: Y/N L/N

Donor: Jaehyun Jung

Date of Session: May 3, 2026

✚ THE APPOINTMENT ✚

you enter the lobby right on time, not a second too early and not a second too late. you’ve chosen comfort over anything flashy, dressed in slightly oversized grey sweats and an off the shoulder sweater hoping that it would make this feel more casual and not some grand event.

johnny greets you, “perfect timing, ms. y/n you can go ahead to the private rooms, jaehyun’s waiting for you in suite 14.”

you thank him, letting your feet carry you step by step, each one making your heart race wildly in your chest.

as suite 14 gets closer, it hits you then – you never once asked what to expect behind the door. no details on the setup. the realization sends a fresh wave of uncertainty but before it can pull you back, the door swings open.

and there’s jaehyun. looking every bit as handsome as before, except this time he looked like comfort—with the simple white t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders and chest, paired with plaid pajama pants that hang low on his hips, making this feel like a lazy sunday rather than clinical encounters.

“hey y/n,” his dimples flash like a secret shared just for you, “come on in,” he says, tone warm and inviting, stepping aside to make space.

you return the smile, feeling the edges of your tension soften under the casual welcome.

you scan the room quickly — it was nothing like you imagined at all. just an average comfy bedroom, the kind you’d sink into after a long day. there’s a king sized bed draped in white sheets piled with soft pillows, a full length mirror tucked in the corner, plush carpet that muffled your steps and sultry music currently playing from somewhere.

the only thing that stands out, adding a layer of unexpected sweetness, are the vases brimming with fresh roses scattered throughout the room – on the nightstand, the dresser, the table against the wall – shades of deep red and soft pink, like a boyfriend had orchestrated this as a surprise for a quiet night in with his partner. it’s intimate, thoughtful and it tugs at something soft in your chest, making the space feel less like a session room and more like a private haven.

“you didn’t have a hard time getting here, did you?” jaehyun asks, his voice low as he closes the door behind you with a soft click.

he lingers there for a moment, watching you from behind as you take it all in, his shoulder lightly propped against the wall, giving you that space to breathe.

you turn toward his voice, “this is not what i expected at all,” you blurt, the words spilling out, “and no, i got here really easily.”

he smiles softly, the expression crinkling the corners of his eyes as he pushes off the wall and takes a measured step towards you.

“do you like it? i noticed you were looking at the roses during our last meet up…thought it would help.”

you nod, a warmth blooming in your chest — god, he’s perfect. like the best romantic lead stepping straight out of your favorite book, all effortless charm and quiet insight.

“yeah…roses are my favorite.”

he nods in return, closing the distance with another step, his presence pulling you in without force.

“i didn’t think you’d notice,” you add.

he hums thoughtfully, “of course i noticed.”

duh, you think — that’s part of his job, being this attentive, tuning into every little detail about his client. you just weren’t aware he was already taking that many notes. plus the way he talks to you doesn’t make it feel like this was just his job.

he takes another step closer, the air between you thickening just a touch.

“i’m sure you already read the terms and conditions over and over,” he teases lightly, like you two were in on some inside joke because he knows your love for reading, “but just a quick reminder – nothing happens without your consent and we can stop whenever you want.”

he’s so close now that you can feel the subtle heat radiating from his body. he leans down, bringing his gaze level with yours, those deep brown eyes locking in with gentle intensity.

“are we clear on that?” he asks softly, and you catch the fresh mint on his breath, clean and inviting.

you bite your lip, nodding up and down, the motion automatic as your heart races.

“i’m gonna need words, love,” he says so casually, the endearment rolling off his tongue like it’s the most natural thing and — oh my godddd, this is really the start of your own fanfiction.

“yes,” you manage, your voice steadier than you feel, “i know the rules.”

he brings his hand up then, palm open and inviting. you hesitate for just a heartbeat before slipping your hand into his, the warmth of his skin enveloping yours in a gentle grip that feels surprisingly reassuring.

he starts guiding you deeper into the room, his steps slow and unhurried. you thought he was heading straight for the bed like the next inevitable step in this unfolding scene. but when you walk right past it, your brows furrow, glancing up at him, confusion flickering across your face.

he catches your look and offers a small, knowing smile, releasing your hand only to lower himself against the side of the bed with casual ease. then he pats the space right in front of him, between his outstretched legs.

“are we gonna do it on the floor?” the question tumbles out – this isn’t how you pictured your first time to go. not when there’s a perfectly inviting bed just inches away.

he shakes his head, the motion gentle but firm, “no, not yet…come on,” he says, his voice light with encouragement, “i don’t bite,” he adds, the tease curling at the edges of his words, drawing a reluctant chuckle from you.

you finally take your seat, sliding into the space between jaehyun’s legs on the soft carpet.

as you settle, you realize the full-length mirror is positioned directly in front of you, reflecting the two of you in this intimate arrangement.

his hands find your shoulders then, fingers pressing in with a deliberate slowness, starting to massage the tension there in firm, circular motions that coax the stiffness from your muscles.

he pulls you back toward him gradually, giving you time to adjust, until your back completely melts against his chest, the solid warmth of him grounding you. the fabric of his white t-shirt brushes your skin where your sweater has slipped and you can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your spine.

“relax, baby,” he murmurs, right by your ear, his breath warm and even, “you have to trust me for this to work.”

before you can respond, he lands a soft kiss just below your earlobe, the light press of his lips sending a shiver racing down your neck, making you hold your breath as goosebumps rise throughout your skin.

“you said you wanted to be taught,” he continues, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you, “and i’m here to teach.”

you exhale shakily, leaning into him a fraction more, the scent of his clean soap mingling with the faint floral notes from the roses. it’s overwhelming in the best way – his body a solid wall of warmth behind you, the mirror capturing every subtle shift.

his fingers pause on your arms, then one hand lifts gently to turn your head softly toward him like he’s handling something precious. he tilts your chin up, eyes locking into yours, dark and intent but softened by that reassuring smile.

“have you ever kissed anyone?”

you nod, the admission slipping out shyly, “a couple times…but…i was drunk each time.”

heat creeps up your cheeks but his expression doesn’t shift to judgment. he just nods in understanding, thumb brushing once along your jawline.

“just follow my lead, okay?”

the words are simple and before you can overthink it, he’s leaning in, closing the small distance to press his lips to yours, starting with slow, innocent pecks. each one is light, testing, feather-soft. your eyes flutter shut, the only thing in your mind is the warmth of his mouth.

then he deepens it, his lips sucking gently on yours, a little pull on the bottom one, then the top, drawing out the contact so each kiss lingers. the rhythm shifts, more deliberate, and when his tongue traces along the seam of your lips, memories from all those books flood back – the cues, the surrender.

you part your mouth open for him instinctively, inviting him in and he takes it with a low hum of approval that resonates against your chest. he tastes like toothpaste and vanilla chapstick and you're slowly coming to realize how kissing is so much better when you’re not just reading about it.

your hand lifts on its own, fingers threading into the soft strands of his hair at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly in this awkward angle but enough to pull him closer.

the hand on your jaw moves then, trailing down your side with deliberate slowness, fingertips grazing the hem of your sweater before dipping beneath, skimming the bare skin of your waist.

he breaks the kiss off abruptly, both of you panting for air, his lips tingling and swollen. you wonder if yours matches his.

“arm’s up,” he instructs, voice roughened at the edges. you follow without question. he tugs the sweater up and off in one smooth motion, setting it aside and leaving you in your bra and sweats.

“look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending another shiver through you. his chin settles over your shoulder giving you no choice but to stare ahead at the mirror. your reflection stares back — your face flushed pink, lips matching his, eyes wide with a mix of nerves and building heat.

his fingers move to the clasp of your bra, unbuckling it with a quick, practiced flick that loosens the straps instantly. he slides the fabric down your arms slowly, letting it drop to the carpet beside your sweater, the cool air hitting your bare skin and making your nipples harden immediately.

you watch your chest rise and fall in quick pants, each breath pulling your breasts up and down, the motion exposing the rush of heat flooding your body, the tangle of nerves twisting in your gut, the raw shyness of being this naked in front of someone else for the first time.

before you can completely shy away, his hands are right there again, palms flattening against your stomach, fingers splaying wide as he holds you steady against his chest, pressing just enough to remind you he’s in control.

“beautiful,” he whispers right into your ear, his breath hot and steady, and you can feel his gaze locked on your reflection, taking in every inch of you like he’s memorizing it.

then he reaches for one of your hands, his grip loose but insistent as he drags it upward, guiding your palm to cup your own breast, your fingers brushing the curve tentatively at first.

“touch yourself.”

his voice drops to a commanding timbre, low and rough. you hesitate for a split second, heart hammering, but the way he looks at you urges you on — your fingers curl slightly, squeezing the soft flesh, thumb grazing over your nipple experimentally. it hardens further under your touch, a spark of unfamiliar pleasure shooting through you, making you hold your breath.

he watches in the mirror, his free hand now inching lower toward your waistband, but he doesn’t push yet.

“just like that, pretty girl,” he encourages, voice softening just a touch, lips pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“squeeze a little harder — roll your nipple between your fingers. tell me what it does to you.”

your fingers tighten as instructed, the pressure sending a fresh wave of heat blooming across your skin, shooting straight down to your core, making your pussy clench emptily. the sensation is raw and new, like your body’s been holding back this fire until now.

“f-feels good,” you admit, your voice shaky and breathy, barely above a whisper.

“yeah, it makes you wanna moan, doesn’t it?” he teases, that small, playful smirk curling his lips, softening his commanding presence just a fraction, making him seem even more intoxicating.

you bite your lip hard, the sting grounding you as you nod, cheeks burning hotter than before.

“well, go on, let me hear those pretty sounds,” he urges, his tone dipping lower, his breath warm against your neck.

hesitation locks your throat, the idea of letting go like that in front of him feeling too exposed, too soon.

he senses it and without a word, one of his hands slides up from your stomach to take over your breast. his palm cups it fully, larger and rougher than your own touch, his thumb flicking your nipple up and down in quick, deliberate strokes.

the friction builds fast, a teasing rhythm that pulls a tiny, breathy moan from your lips before you can swallow it back, the soft sound betraying you completely, echoing in the quiet room. your head falls back against his chest at the rush of it, leaving you dizzy and wanting more.

“wanna feel even better?” he whispers, his voice a low rumble right by your ear, lips grazing the lobe as his other hand lingers at your waist, fingers hooking lightly into the band of your sweats.

all you can manage is a breathless, “please,” your body already arching subtly toward whatever comes next.

he doesn’t make you wait. his hands move with sure intent, tugging your sweats down your hips in one fluid pull, lifting your feet one by one to slide them off completely. they join the pile on the carpet, leaving you in just your underwear now — the thin cotton clinging damply between your thighs, the wet spot at the center impossible to ignore.

he reaches down and parts your legs wide, knees bending and lifting toward the ceiling like he’s opening you up for display. the view in the mirror is obscene and intimate, your bare breasts heaving with each pant, legs splayed shamelessly, his arms bracketing you like a frame.

his hands settle on your inner thighs, palms hot and steady, thumbs tracing lazy circles that inch closer to your core without touching yet, letting the anticipation coil tighter.

“look at how wet you are already,” he murmurs, nuzzling your neck as one hand drifts upward again to knead your breast, keeping that slow, rolling pressure on your nipple,

“now…,” he grabs one of your hands, sliding it down your body and stopping at the edge of your panties.

“i want you to use these fingers,” he taps on your pointer and middle finger, “—and rub yourself over your panties for me.”

his eyes meet yours in the reflection, dark with hunger but still holding back, waiting for you to follow.

your hand trembles slightly, finger hesitating at the edge of your underwear before dipping lower. you press two fingers against the damp fabric right over your clit, the cotton already soaked and clinging to your folds.

the first rub is testing, a slow circle that presses the material against your sensitive nub, a breathy moan escaping your lips – soft and needy, like a sigh you couldn’t hold back.

“that’s it,” he praises, his breath hot against your ear, watching intently as your fingers move, “just like that — feel how wet you are? circle it, press a little harder, figure out what makes you feel good.”

you obey, adding pressure as your fingers glide in tighter loops, the friction building heat that makes your hips twitch involuntarily. another moans slips out, a little louder this time, hitching as the sensation coils tighter in your belly, your pussy throbbing under the teasing barrier.

“good girl,” he whispers, leaving trails of kisses down your neck, “see how your body responds? you’re soaking right through — rub faster now, up and down.”

both of his hands are on your thighs now, his touch roaming.

your fingers continue to slide up and down the length of your pussy lips, the drag pulling a series of soft moans from you — each one higher, more desperate as the pressure mounts.

“mmm…oh,” you gasp when you hit a certain spot, your head lolling back against his shoulder.

“that's the spot – keep it there,” he chuckles slowly, the vibration rumbling through his chest into your back, “you’re doing so well…how does it feel?”

“s-so good,” you breathe out, voice shaky, as you continue rubbing over your clit, your free hand clutching at his arm for support.

“such a quick learner,” he murmurs, his hand trailing up your panties teasingly.

his fingers gently stop yours, wrapping around your wrist with a firm but careful hold as he guides your hand away from your core. you let out a quiet moan in protest but it’s cut off when he speaks again, voice low and steady.

“you’re ready for more.”

then he hooks into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your thighs in one smooth motion, the cool air hitting your exposed skin. the fabric pools at your ankles, and you kick them aside instinctively.

“touch your bare pussy now, feel how wet you really are.”

his words sends a rush of embarrassment flooding to your cheeks, mixing hot with the arousal pooling low in your belly as you see it all laid out — your glistening entrance completely exposed to the cool air, clit swollen and begging for attention.

heart pounding, you let two fingers meet your bare skin, slipping easily through the wetness as you rub along your slit, tracing the soft, soaked lips from top to bottom. the direct contact is electric, no barrier to dull the sensation, and you moan louder, the sound raw and unrestrained.

“oh god… jaehyun,” you whine his name for the first time and the way it tumbles from your lips turns you on even more.

“hmm,” he hums in approval, leaning in to place a messy kiss on your shoulder, his lips lingering with a soft suck before pulling back.

“push one finger in now—slide it right along your entrance, feel how your pussy opens for it.”

you hesitate for a split second, then press one finger at your hole, pushing in slowly. the tight ring of muscle gives way with a wet squelch, your walls clenching around the intrusion as you sink deeper, inch by inch.

another tiny moan escapes you as you hold your breath. the fullness is strange but intoxicating, your finger buried to the knuckle inside your heat.

“good girl,” jaehyun praises, his breath warm against your ear, and you could feel your walls react around your digit.

“move it in and out now — slow strokes, tell me what you feel.”

you pump your finger experimentally, drawing it out before sliding back in, the drag pulling another moan from your throat, breathier and higher.

“mmm… it’s… warm…and—fuck—tight,” you gasp, the slick sounds echoing softly as you find a tentative rhythm.

“perfect — add the second one,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe, “push them both in together, stretch yourself a little.

swallowing hard, you ease a second finger alongside the first, the added thickness making your pussy stretch with a delicious burn.

“curl them up toward your belly — that’s the spot that’ll make you see stars.”

you thrust them deeper, curling as he said, the tips brushing a spongy patch inside that sends sparks shooting through you, exactly like he said it.

“jaehyun–,” you moan breathily, hips jerking forward into your hand as you start to pump, in and out, curling on every upstroke.

“fuck, yes — just like that,” he groans softly.

“keep curling, rub that spot hard. feel how your walls flutter? you’re learning so fast, baby,” his praises wash over you, punctuated by wet kisses and his warm hands roaming all over your skin

after a while, you start getting the rhythm of it all, instinct taking over as your body chases after the sensation — fingers plunging faster, curling with precision, thumb occasionally grazing your clit. soft moans continue to spill from you, your head falling back against his chest, thighs trembling as the pleasure builds like a wave.

“that’s it, my perfect girl,” he whispers, lips pressing fervent kisses along your neck and shoulders, anywhere his mouth can reach, tongue flicking out to taste your skin.

“look at you fucking yourself so well — your pussy’s dripping down your hand. don’t hold back, chase it.”

but as the heat continues to rise, coiling tighter in your core, it starts to feel overwhelming, the intensity bordering on too much, your fingers falter, and — you stop abruptly, pulling them out halfway.

“fuck—wait,” you pant, chest heaving, a whine edge in your voice as you try to catch your breath.

“what’s wrong?” he asks immediately, voice laced with gentle concern as he lifts his head to meet your eyes in the reflection.

“my stomach felt weird,” you reply, cheeks burning with the admission, your fingers hovering uncertainly at your entrance.

he adores your innocence in that moment, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he presses a tender kiss to your jaw.

“good weird or a bad weird?”

“i don’t know… it felt…hot,” you explain, voice small and breathless, your body still thrumming with unmet need.

he smiles wider, another kiss landing on your flushed skin, “that just means you’re close.”

your eyes widen in the mirror, a mix of surprise and lingering uncertainty flashing across your face, “did i mess it up?”

he shakes his head no, his tone reassuring and firm.

“no. just touch yourself again for me and this time — don’t stop until i say so.”

nodding, you slide your fingers back inside — two at once, curling right away as he taught you, resuming the rhythm, pumping steadily, the heat reigniting almost instantly. desperate moans pour from you now as the coil tightens again, faster this time, your pussy clenching rhythmically around your digits.

but when the the pressure builds to an unbearable peak —

“jaehyun… it’s… too–” you try to pull your hand away again, whimpering.

he doesn’t let you this time.

his large hand coming over yours, keeping your fingers buried deep inside as he holds you in place.

“shhh, stay with it — i've got you,” he murmurs.

his other hand slipping down to rub at your clit in firm, tight circles, pressing just right to push you over.

“let it happen, cum for me.”

the sensation completely shatters you — your walls tightening around your digits — and your first orgasm ever crashes through you so hard you can’t even contain yourself anymore, the sounds spilling out raw and desperate, echoing in the quiet room.

“ahh—jae—fuck!”

you cry, the words breaking into a high-pitched keen as your body arches off his chest, your toes curling tight against the carpet, eyes rolling back, vision blurring with stars, as your thighs clamp down around his hand, trapping him there. the pleasure pulses hot and endless, flooding every nerve until you're shaking uncontrollably, slick gushing over your fingers.

jaehyun holds you through it all, his arm banded securely around your waist to keep you from bucking too wildly, his free hand still working your clit in slowing strokes to help you ride the waves.

“that’s it, love — feel every bit of it,” he murmurs softly, his lips brushing feather-light kisses along your temples, grounding you as the tremors start to fade.

he slows his fingers gradually, letting the aftershocks ripple through you, your pussy fluttering weakly around your buried digits until the intensity fades to a warm, satisfied glow.

your breaths come in ragged pants, body limp and heavy against him, sweat-damp skin sticking to his shirt. finally, your eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused at first, meeting his gaze in the mirror — dark eyes full of pride and something deeper, more possessive.

with a gentle tug, he guides your hand out of your pussy, your fingers emerging slick and shining with your cum, the wet pop audible in the stillness.

“look at yourself, look at your pretty pussy,” he instructs, voice husky and commanding, as he lifts your hand between you.

your eyes snap to the reflection, cheeks flushing anew at the sight — your thighs splayed wide, pussy flushed and puffy, entrance gaping slightly from the stretch, glistening with arousal that drips down toward your ass.

you watch, mesmerized, as he brings your slick digits up to his lips, parting them to take them inside his mouth. his tongue swirls around your fingers, sucking deliberately, drawing your cum off them with slow, savoring pulls — hollowing his cheeks like it's the sweetest treat he's ever had.

you stare wide eyed, arousal stirring fresh despite the exhaustion, a new heat blooming in your belly as you watch him devour your juices.

the way his eyes lock on yours, the soft hum of approval vibrating against your skin — it's filthy and captivating, making you wonder how it tasted, what it felt like on his tongue.

“how does it taste?” you ask, finally finding your voice, breathy and tentative, your gaze flicking from his mouth to his face.

he smirks, releasing your fingers with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before he licks his lips, “you want to know?”

you nod, heart racing again, curiosity overriding any lingering shyness.

without a word, he cups the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss — deep and unhurried, his tongue sliding past your lips to share the flavor, your own arousal coating his mouth as he explores yours.

you moan softly into it, tasting yourself on him, the intimacy of it sending a shiver down your spine as his free hand strokes your thigh soothingly, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your skin.

the kiss deepens, growing hungrier, his tongue stroking yours in firm sweeps while you tilt your head for more.

you shift, turning around in his arms for a better angle, rising onto your knees between his spread legs, hands sliding up his chest over the thin shirt. your fingers catch the hem, tugging insistently, suddenly aware he’s still fully clothed while you’re completely exposed.

jaehyun breaks the kiss just long enough to yank it off swiftly over his head, tossing it aside with your clothes, revealing the sculpted ridges of his eight pack abs — hard, defined lines flexing under smooth skin, a dark happy trail snaking from his navel down and sharp v-lines disappearing into his pants.

you pause, eyes widening as you admire him, one hand trailing down his abs, “god…i don’t think any fictional man can compare anymore,” you murmur, voice laced with awe.

he laughs low and rich, the sound vibrating through his chest, clearly enjoying this bolder side of you over the earlier nerves.

“good thing i’m real and all yours,” he winks, dimples flashing as he pulls you back in for another kiss, lips claiming yours with renewed heat.

“all mine…for another hour or two,” you tease breathlessly when you pull back, a playful glint in your eyes.

his dimples deepen then, eyes darkening with amusement and desire, “let’s not waste a second then,” he teases.

“that would be a shame,” you say quietly, a smile curving your lips before your graze drifts lower, lingering on the thick bulge straining against his plaid pajama pants.

“you can take it off, you know?” he says, reading your mind, his hand guiding yours to the waistband.

you nod, cheeks heating as you shyly hook your fingers in and slide the pants down his hips, exposing the black boxers that do nothing to hide his impressive length – thick and throbbing visibly beneath the thin material.

“take that off for me too, sweet girl,” he instructs, voice firm and coaxing, eyes locked on yours.

you obey without hesitation, palms sliding up his thighs before tugging the boxers down, watching as his cock springs up immediately — heavy and erect, veined shaft curving slightly upward, the flushed head already beading pre-cum.

he lifts his hips to help, kicking the pants and boxers off and you can’t help but gulp at the sight of him fully exposed. with your pulse racing, you reach out without asking, fingers wrapping around his length at the base.

his hips buck up sharply into your grip, a low grunt escaping his throat as you surprisingly squeeze experimentally, feeling him twitch and harden further in your palm.

“what are you thinking about?” he asks, noticing your silence.

“i’m comparing it to my fingers,” you say quietly, stroking once from base to tip before meeting his gaze straight on, “this is gonna hurt, isn’t it?”

jaehyun slowly guides your hand towards his mouth, eyes on yours the whole time when he lets his spit slowly drool from his lips to your palm. it’s vulgar and messy and it makes your head spin.

then he brings your hand back down to his cock, guiding you into a slow pump along his shaft, his abs tightening under where your other palm rests.

“it might sting at first, yeah—especially since you’re new to this,” he admits honestly, making your thumb circle the sensitive underside of the head with your joined hands, smearing his pre-cum down the length, “—but i’ll go slow, make sure you’re wet and ready. you’ll take me like you were made for it…until you’re begging for it.”

his words send fresh heat flooding your core, pussy clenching emptily as you watch your hand glide over his cock. he groans softly, hips rolling up into each stroke, free hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face up.

“keep stroking me like that, twist your wrist at the top.”

you follow his guidance, earning a grunt from him.

“yeah—fuck, baby, just like that.”

it’s hot. he’s hot. the sounds he makes are hot.

you pump faster, mesmerized by him, feeling his cock throb thicker in your fist. his breaths grow ragged, eyes half lidded as he watches you, then pulls you up for a messy kiss, tongue fucking your mouth in time with your strokes.

his hand leaves yours, sliding down your back to cup your ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifts you up slightly. your knees spread wider on the carpet, ass rising into the air, pussy exposed and dripping from behind.

and without warning, he presses one long finger against your slick entrance and pushes inside, stretching your walls with a single smooth thrust.

you moan loud into the kiss as your grip on his cock tightens, strokes pausing mid-pump while you adjust to the intrusion.

it’s so much different from fingering yourself — his finger is thicker, longer, moves with purpose you can’t anticipate.

he drags it out slow, then slams back in, curling deep against that soft spot inside, sending sparks exploding through your nerves.

you try your best to resume pumping his cock, hand jerking unevenly along the slick length, but the sensation overwhelms you. after a few shaky strokes, you give up, fingers digging into his muscular thigh for anchor as your mouth hangs open against his, breaths panting hot and desperate.

he breaks the kiss to nip at your jaw, lips brushing your ear as he whispers praises, voice rough and commanding, “so fucking tight—you like that, don’t you? like it when my fingers fuck you like this.”

his digit pumps faster, plunging in and out with wet squelches, thumb now circling your swollen clit in firm presses.

and god, the not knowing makes it so much better — when he’ll curl, when he’ll thrust, when he’ll grind his palm over your clit.

nothing registers but him finger-fucking you — the stretch, the heat, the relentless pressure building low in your belly.

“you’re so wet baby, this pussy is ready to take me,” he grunts, adding a second finger without mercy, scissoring them wide to open you up, knuckles bumping your entrance as he dives deeper.

you’re a goner. your head falls to the crook of his neck, nose buried in his skin, teeth clenched, body seizing as your second orgasm crashes over you just like that. your walls clamp down hard on his fingers, creaming all over his hand, the fresh slick dripping down your thighs. your cries are muffled against his shoulder as your hips buck wildly onto his palm, chasing every brutal thrust through the waves.

jaehyun doesn’t stop, his free arm banding around your waist to hold you steady as you tremble and spasm. 

“fuck, that’s it—soak my fingers, sweet girl,” he praises, watching your body shake through the mirror. 

your breaths come in shattered gasps, body going limp in his hold as the aftershocks ripple through you. 

he eases his fingers out slow, then brings them to your lips, “taste yourself,” he murmurs, pushing the soaked digits past your parted mouth.

you suck obediently, tongue lapping at your own release, eyes fluttering up to meet his heated gaze. 

he groans at the sight, cock jerking visibly, “now get on the bed—it’s time for the real lesson.”

your eyes widen slightly, pulse racing at his words, but at this point you’re so ready for this — your body practically begging as your pussy clenches around nothing, aching to be filled. 

you push up on shaking legs, knees wobbly from the orgasms, turning toward the bed. before you can climb on and sit down — jaehyun’s large, strong hands grip your hips, spinning you around fast. his lips crash onto your again, kissing you hungrily. 

he walks you backward step by step, guiding you onto the bed. your back meets the soft sheets, sinking into the plush mattress as your legs part on instinct, thighs spreading wide. he settles between them heavy and hot, his muscular frame caging you in, his rock hard cock dragging teasingly along your inner thigh. 

jaehyun breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down your jaw, to your neck, sucking hard enough to mark the skin red, drawing out a sharp moan from you. 

he moves to your breasts next, mouth closing over one nipple, tongue flicking the peak before sucking on it. your body arches off the bed, pressing your chest into his face, the pull shooting straight to your core. 

“jaehyun—,” you moan, the sensation so new and overwhelming in the best way possible. he switches sides, lavishing the other nipple with the same attention — suck, bite, soothe with his tongue — leaving behind a couple of dark hickeys blooming purple on your skin. 

finally, he pulls back, sliding down your body until he’s on his knees. one hand wanders flat over your stomach, tracing down to your hips, then dipping to your inner thigh until his fingers reach your pussy lips, parting them open and exposing your dripping entrance and throbbing clit to the cool air. 

you watch him the entire time, breath held, excitement buzzing through your veins like electricity. 

jaehyun grips his cock at the base, sending you a playful smirk before he guides the flushed head up through your folds – but not inside.

he slides it along your slick, coating himself in your arousal, then swirl the tip around your clit in lazy circles, letting you feel him skin to skin. 

the pressure edges you mercilessly, building that coil together once again. you whine high and desperate, hips bucking up to chase the friction, needing more.

“please….jaehyun.”

he smiles down at you, dimples flashing wickedly, eyes locked on your pleading face. 

“gotta make sure you’re nice and wet, sweet girl.”

he doesn’t give in just yet. tapping his cock against your clit — once, twice, three times — each tap leaving you wanting more. then he drags down your folds again, nudging your hole but pulling back every time, teasing the stretch. 

your whines turn to full begging, thighs trembling, your pussy getting wetter and wetter with ever second. 

when he finally deems you ready, he leans over to snatch the condom on the nightstand, ripping the packet open with his teeth and rolling the latex down his length with practiced ease, the sight making your mouth water. you had no idea who you were anymore, all you know is that you needed him. badly. 

he crawls back up, face hovering inches from yours, “ready?” he asks, voice softer than it’s been the whole night, his cock nudging right at your entrance, the tip kissing your hole. 

you nod frantically, hands going to the nape of his neck.

“yes—please, jaehyun, i need to feel you inside me.”

he doesn’t make you beg anymore after that, pressing forward slowly, the thick head of his cock breaching your tight ring with a wet pop, stretching you inch by burning inch.

it burns so good, fuller than his fingers, your walls yielding reluctantly to his size as he sinks deeper. you’re thankful he took the time prepping you because you can’t even imagine he’d fit if you weren’t this wet. 

you shut your eyes tight, hissing sharp at the slight sting of the stretch. 

jaehyun notices immediately, hips stuttering just a fraction, “you’re doing so well, love – almost there,” he grunts low, voice strained as he fights his own urges.

you’re so fucking tight, so fucking wet and it feels like heaven and torture rolled into one because he knows you’re a virgin — knows he has to go slow, let you savor it. 

once he bottoms out, his balls snug against your ass, he stills completely, giving you a long moment to adjust to the impossible fullness splitting you open, your pussy fluttering wild around him. he peppers your face with soft kisses, a tender contrast to the raw stretch. 

you open your eyes, a little watery from the intensity and he thumbs away a tiny tear before it can fall, gaze locked soft on yours. 

“you still with me?” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. 

you nod quick, but he tilts his head, dimples faint in that patient smile, “what did i say about words?”

“i’m with you,” you confirm, voice breathy, hands clutching his biceps. 

“i’m gonna move now, okay?”

“okay,” you whisper, pulse thundering.

he starts thrusting slow, pulling out halfway then pushing back in with a smooth roll of his hips, letting you get used to the drag.

the pain starts subsiding quick, morphing into sparks of pleasure that bloom deep in your belly, your body starting to react to it as your hips buck up instinctively to match his slow rhythm, chasing more. 

“faster, please,” you plead, voice wrecked. 

he obliges without question, picking up the pace slightly.

he hikes one of your legs higher, hooking it over his waist, opening you wider — and then he’s hitting it. every snap of his hips grinding right against that spot inside. you moan loud, unrestrained, the sound ripping from your throat. 

“yeah, there we go, baby, let me hear you — you sound so fucking pretty,” he praises, voice rough with lust, urging you on as sweat beads on his temple. 

“right there, right there, right there, please jaehyun—,” your whines mixes with your moans, hands wrapping around his torso, nails scraping his back to pull him closer.

he knows exactly what you need, his cock slamming that spot deeper — relentless, pounding now. 

you’ve never felt anything like it, pleasure coiling vicious and hot, building to a peak that whites out your vision. 

you last a couple more thrusts, walls clamping down hard before your third orgasm crashes through you fully. your entire body heats up, pussy spasming wild around his cock, mouth falling open in a breathless moan, the feeling of raw ecstasy making your eyes shut tight while stars burst behind your lids, limbs locking and trembling in his grip. 

“that’s it, baby, fuck—you’re coming so hard for me,” jaehyun praises you through it, his hips grinding deep to drag out every pulse.

“look at you, creaming all over my cock, squeezing me so tight — perfect little pussy.”

you barely have time to catch your breath and process the fact that you’re no longer a virgin when jaehyun pulls out with a wet slide, your empty pussy clenching around nothing, as your release slides out of your hole and down to your ass crack. 

you hear the sharp snap of latex being yanked off and tossed aside. and the next second – jaehyun’s hovering over you – on his knees, his length obscene and huge, flushed dark and throbbing, veins bulging. he taps the swollen head onto your parted lips. 

“wider,” he commands, tone firm, eyes dark with hunger. 

he definitely fucked you stupid because you obey instantly, parting your lips wider, tongue flicking out instinctively. 

“good girl,” he praises low, dimples flashing wicked before he shoves his cock down your throat in one smooth thrust. it hits the back of your throat immediately, making you gag hard, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth. 

you think back to all those books, the smut you devoured, and you’re prepared for this more than you thought — you force your jaw to slack, relaxing the muscles as much as possible, breathing raggedly through your nose and ignoring the tears welling fast, blurring your vision, as you let jaehyun fuck your mouth. 

his hips snap forward, grunts and groans rumbling deep from his throat, so hot they vibrate straight to your core. you could listen to him forever —  that raw, animalistic sound of need. it makes you horny again, pussy clenching empty, aching fresh, thighs rubbing together for some comfort. 

you almost can’t believe you’ve avoided sexual acts for this long and now you have a man balls deep in your throat in the same hour you lost your virginity. 

but fuck, you wouldn’t change a thing.

this was all your fanfictions exploding into reality and it’s so much hotter — thicker, messier, real sweat and musk and stretch. 

jaehyun’s abs clench tight above you, “nngh–,” a low sound rattles in his throat, somewhere between a moan and a growl, “i’m gonna cum—fuck.”

he’s losing his bearings, his thrusts turning erratic and sloppy. you feel him start to pull back and it’s almost sweet how he doesn’t want to force you to swallow his cum when he’s already choking you with his cock — but your desire is ravenous, your hands shooting up to grip his ass cheeks firmly, nails digging in to yank him deeper, holding him in place. you suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling frantically around him. 

“oh—god,” he groans, head tipping back, “you dirty, dirty girl.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair tightly, yanking your head steady as your tearful eyes lock on his — blown pupils, jaw slack, pure feral lust. 

“you better swallow every drop,” he growls through clenched teeth, his voice breaking, and then he’s erupting — hot ropes pulsing straight down your throat, thick and endless. you gulp it down greedily, not spilling a bit, throat working around him until he’s spent and shuddering above you, cock twitching with aftershocks. 

jaehyun finally pulls out slow, slick strands of spit and cum connecting your lips to his tip before snapping free.

you let yourself cough for a bit, finally regaining air in your lungs as he slides back down your body.

“so good for me, taking it all like that – my perfect girl,” he praises, caressing your face gently before capturing your mouth in a deep kiss, tasting himself in you.

“who taught you how to suck somene off like that, huh?” he teases, eyes sparkling wickedly as he props on his elbows, his body against yours. 

you smile shyly, cheeks burning hot, biting your lip. 

he grins wide, dimples carving deep, already knowing, “those books are that good?” he asks, voice playful. 

you laugh bright, playfully shoving his shoulder, “yeah, well, the writers are pretty damn amazing.”

he quirks a brow high, smirk tugging, “anything else they write about that you want to try?” he waits, gaze intense, hand tracing lazy circles on your skin. 

“i—uhm,” you start, voice soft, “i kinda want to ride you.”

he chuckles deep, hand roaming down your hip, squeezing the curve firm, “you gotta give me five minutes, love,” he says playful, making you laugh again, the tension easing into giddy warmth.

you’re thankful he’s not making this whole thing a bigger deal than it has to be, that he’s not treating you like something breakable just because it’s your first time. 

“do they write about how it feels to be eaten out?” he smirks slow, breaking you out of your thoughts. 

you nod quick, pulse racing fresh. 

“let me know if the writing is as good as the actual thing,” he says teasingly. 

and then he’s shifting down, strong hands spreading your thighs wide, hooking under your knees to pin you open. his breath ghosts hot over your soaked pussy before his tongue flattens, licking a long stripe up your slit from your hole to your clit, lapping your juices clean. 

your head sinks deep into the pillow, back arching sharp, body reacting immediately to his touch,“god—jaehyun,” you whine high, hands flying down to grip his dark hair, tugging the strands between your fingers. 

he groans into you, vibration humming straight to your core and dives in hungrily — lips sealing around your clit, sucking, tongue flicking rapid circles around the sensitive bud. your hips buck up desperately, grinding your folds against his face, chasing the pressure. 

he eats you out filthily, nose bumping your clit as his tongue thrusts in, slurping every drip of your arousal. spit and cream smear his chin, dripping down.

your thighs quake around his head, heels digging into the mattress, your grip tightening in his hair as that spark builds low in your belly once again. 

“jae—fuck, yes,” you gasp, legs trembling now, toes curling into the sheets.

he presses his face deeper and you shatter hard, your fourth orgasm crashing through you like fire, pussy spasming as you squirt tiny bursts against his mouth.

jaehyun drinks it down, sucking your pulsing clit to drag out every throb. your back arches off the bed, cry ripping raw from your chest, as you push his head off of you, giving yourself a moment to breathe. 

his lips are glistening with your release, eyes dark and smug as he crawls beside you, sitting against the headboard as he caresses your hair.

“better than the book, yeah?” he murmurs playfully, earning an eye roll and a tired laugh from you as you calm your racing pulse.

“still wanna ride me, baby?” he asks, voice low and coaxing.

you look up at him then. in truth, you’re feeling tired, but on the other hand, you still wanted to feel it. 

“c-can i?” you ask shyly. 

he nods, thumb stroking your cheek, “of course you can, anything you want to do, love.”

he reaches for another condom on the nightstand. you sit up now, watching him move.

“can i put it on you?”

he gives you a soft smile, handing it over, “yeah, here.” his hand covers yours, showing you how to pinch the tip and slide it down smooth over his hard cock until it hugs him tight. 

once it’s on, he guides you over his lap to straddle him, thighs spreading wide around his hips, “now…just grip the base of me like this,” he says, wrapping your fingers around his cock, steady and thick in your palm, “and sit whenever you’re ready.”

you nod, heart pounding, lining his tip up with your soaked entrance. you take a soft breath before slowly, pushing down, the stretch burning sweetly. 

“oh—shit,” you moans, sinking lower inch by inch, the new angle making you feel him even more, “oh my god—you feel so big.”

he tries to hide his smirk as his hands settle on your waist, rubbing soothing circles, letting you control the drop. 

“take your time, sweet girl—you can do it,” he praises. then his mouth latches onto one nipple, lips sucking softly and sweetly. 

and fuck, there’s a reason why he’s the most valuable donor. 

you whimper, hips dipping further, taking half of his length now, walls clenching greedy around the invasion. he switches nipples, sucking the other into wet heat, humming approval that vibrates through your chest. 

“fuck, you’re tight,” he groans against your skin, one hand sliding up your back to pull you closer, the other kneading your ass.

you continue until your ass meets his thighs and he’s buried balls deep, the fullness stealing your breath, pussy stuffed full and pulsing around him.

you pause there, panting, adjusting to his size. jaehyun kisses between your breasts, up to your neck, murmuring, “move when it feels good, yeah? bounce or grind—whatever you need.”

his words sink in, a gentle push to explore and figure out what your body likes. 

you lift your hips slowly, slick pussy dragging up his shaft, then sink back down slow, the friction sparking fresh heat low in your belly.

then you try grinding circles next, your clit pressing firm against his pubic bone, cock buried deep and still. a soft moan slips out at that — your body likes this roll, the way it rubs that inner wall just right. 

he watches close, eyes locked on your face, hands loose on your hips. and  you can’t help it, he’s just so handsome and patient and everything you wanted this to be. you lean forward, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, moaning into it as you grind harder. each second builds pressure, pussy clenching around his thickness, learning the rhythm that makes your thighs quiver. 

“that’s it, baby—fuck yourself on my cock—you love it don’t you?” he breathes against your lips, still letting you lead. 

“f-feels s-so full, jaehyun,” you admit in moans, bouncing slightly now, moans pouring into his mouth louder while your hips chase that rising coil, your sweat beads on your skin, tits brushing his chest with every grind. 

the heat swells fast again, that now familiar ache demanding more. you rock frantically, your pace faltering as your thighs start to burn. whines escape between kisses, desperate little sounds that demand more. 

“what do you need, love? tell me,” he asks, his voice husky, though his smirk says he already knows. 

“need it faster—please,” you whine, nails digging into his chest. 

that flips the switch.

he plants your heels firm into the mattress on either side of his hips, “hold here,” he says, guiding your hands up to grip his shoulders tight. then he takes over — hips snapping up at a punishing pace, each thrust slamming into the spot that whites out your vision, his grip on your hip hot and bruising.

you moan louder than you thought you could, your raw cries bouncing off the walls as the sound of skin slapping wet and loud fills your ears.

soon enough, your knees buckle as you collapse against his chest. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow — his strong hands grips your ass cheeks, bouncing you up and down his cock easily. 

“jaehyun—fuck!”

your pussy stretches around every ruthless plunge, walls fluttering wild. he grunts by your ear, breath hot on your neck, cock throbbing thicker inside you. 

“i’m–i’m gonna cum—,” you scream between clenched teeth, body seizing as the edge crashes, bringing you to your fifth orgasm. 

“that’s it, baby—squeeze me just like that,” he growls low in your ear as you shatter completely, pussy convulsing violently around him, juices gushing down his shaft, pushing him to his own orgasm. he thrusts deep one last time, his cock pulsing hard as he fills the condom with thick ropes of cum. 

you’re both wrecked, panting, locked together. his arms wrap tight around your back as he kisses your shoulder.

“so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, holding you close through the aftershocks. 

you stay like that for a while, his hand stroking your back in lazy circles, letting you catch your breath and piece your scattered mind back together. the fullness is almost comforting, warm inside, a reminder of how thoroughly he wrecked you. 

you lift your head finally, meeting his gaze, his eyes soft and searching, “you okay?” he asks, thumb brushing your cheek. 

you nod, a shy smile tugging at your lips, “that was—i don’t know how that’s going to be topped…you may have set the standards too high for real men,” you say, laughing softly. 

he laughs with you, deep and warm, his hand sliding up to rub your arm up and down, his soft cock still buried inside you. 

“well, i’ll be here if you ever need your standards met,” he winks, smile widening, those dimples carving deep into his cheeks.

and you can’t resist it anymore — your finger reaches up sweetly, poking one dimple gently. his expression shifts to amused shock, brows lifting playfully as he catches your hand and landing a kiss on your fingertip. 

“thank you,” you say sweetly, “i couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

he pulls you down for a kiss then, soft and slow, lips moving tenderly against yours, “thank you for trusting me,” he murmurs when he pulls back as you two share a smile.

“let’s get you cleaned up.”

you nod, finally hopping off him, your pussy clenching empty around nothing, juices spilling down between your thighs, already missing that thick stretch as his cock slips free with a wet slide.

he pulls the condom off, tying it off quick before tossing it to the bin, then guides you with a hand at your lower back toward the door leading to the bathroom, your legs feeling like jelly below you.

“one last lesson,” he says smirking, “you need to pee.”

you laugh, the sound light and bubbly, “got it, i have read about that.”

he laughs then, eyes crinkling at the corners, “you gotta send me these books you’re reading…i might learn a thing or two,” he jokes, handing you a soft towel from a stack on the counter.

“go ahead, i’ll get your clothes,” he says before giving you a bit of privacy as he saunters back into the bedroom to pick your clothes off the ground.

you look at your reflection in the mirror and yeah, it does kinda scream that you just got railed in the best way possible.

you do your thing — wiping the sticky mess from your thighs before finally sitting on the toilet. you wash up softly, your pussy still throbbing tenderly, swollen lips aching sweet from the stretch and friction.

he knocks softly before peeking in, he’s back in his clothes now too while your clothes and underwear are draped over his arm.

“all good?” he asks, stepping in to lay them on the counter.

“yeah,” you say, taking the clothes, and slipping into it.

he turns away politely and it’s cute considering how he’s the only person to ever see and touch your body intimately.

you step out of the bathroom fully dressed and he walks over to you, placing his hand up, palm open just like how this all started.

“ready to head out?”

you nod, placing your hand in his, warm and steady. he leads you out the door of suite 14 and into the hallway back to the lobby, his fingers laced loosed with yours. as you’re walking, he pulls out a single red rose that he tucked between his pajama pants like the cheeky, cheeky man he is.

“for you ms. y/n.”

you try to hide your smile, cheeks warming, “thank you, mr. jung,” you giggle, taking the rose from him, the symbolism of the flower making you laugh inside – how poetic.

“is it always this sweet here?” you ask, twirling the stem between your fingers.

“it depends on the client,” he says honestly, dimples deepening as he glances sideways.

“has anyone fallen in love with a client before?” you ask, head already swrling with romantic fantasies.

he pauses to think for a bit, “i don’t think so…but i wouldn’t put it past us,” he says rationally, “we are still human after all.”

you nod at that. then you make it to the door that leads to the lobby.

“well…johnny will take care of you now,” he says, “thank you for choosing me, ms. y/n,” he smiles then, releasing your hand softly just to offer it out again for handshake.

you take it, shaking his hand, “i couldn’t have chosen a better donor,” you say softly.

then, just when you thought it was over – he brings your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss between your knuckles, the brush of his mouth sending a final spark through your skin.

“come back whenever you want,” he says, sending you a playful wink, dimples flashing one last time before finally letting you step back into the lobby, your heart fluttering quietly in your chest as the door to the private suites closes behind you.

✚ END OF SESSION ✚

“welcome back,” johnny says lightly, pulling you back to reality as you walk up to the reception desk.

“how was suite 14?”

you grip the rose tighter between your fingers, body and mind still humming from jaehyun, “perfect,” you admit shyly, cheeks heating.

johnny nods approvingly, a small smile on his lips, “jaehyun’s got that effect.”

then he’s sliding a black bag towards you. you eye it suspiciously, curiosity piqued.

“a gift from us,” johnny says, eyes twinkling, “a little thank you for giving us a chance.”

you smile, grabbing the bag and thanking him before finally stepping out of the clinic and into the cool evening air.

you slide into the driver’s seat of your car, exhaling long and slow, processing everything that just happened. your body aches in the best way, the faint musk of sex clinging to your skin.

you checked the inside of the bag to find a folded white hoodie with the words ORGASM DONOR in bold letters across the chest. a laugh bubbles up from your chest, genuine and light, cutting through the post-sex haze.

you pull your phone out then, pulling up the neo orgasm’s clinic website to leave your own review:

“jaehyun is every swoon-worthy romantic lead i’ve ever read and so much more. a patient teacher, a dominant lover, the most perfect donor who made this virgin’s first time a bestseller. if your fantasies live between the lines, book him. you’ll beg for the sequel.”

✚ APPOINTMENT STATUS: COMPLETE ✚

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You Look at the big house in front of you that might even be considered a Palace for you, you walk in your worn out converse to the door and knock on it waiting for someone to answer the door, rethinking your life decisions, you were here for a babysitting job, though you dislike kids, never was your cup of tea, you were here because well, let's say you need a part-time job, or something on the side to save up while being able to study, you were broke, your bank account having spider webs in it from how empty it was, you wouldn't even be able to be in college but you tried to apply for scholarships and you were lucky enough to get accepted, thankfully they provided dorms and breakfast, and since you come from not a very rich family, you had to get a job, as a barista, you worked as a bartender, but you'd last a semester before some of them shut down due to no customers.

Babysitting was never your cup of tea, you did it once when you were a teen to get some cash in summer and it was the worst experience of your life, all the crying, putting up a fight for stupid stuff, wanting to stay past bed time and not just listening–choosing to whine instead begging you to soften up and let them stay ‘five more minutes’ for the nth time. You couldn't handle it and it was the last time you even considered looking at children – or considering having one.

But your friend told you about these rich people and how they rarely even look after their own children so naturally they look for a babysitter, so naturally you gave the thought some time, and so you decided to look for some children to look after, looking through websites and parenting communities, your eyes full on one of the posts

‘Looking for a babysitter for my girl! She's 5 years old and needs someone to play with” so you send to them – assuming it's a mom not looking much into the profile

“Hello, ma'am I've seen your post about needing a babysitter and I was wondering if you're still available?”

sending a message like you did to the other parents.

It took a week for anyone to answer , you thought you were too late asking to be some kid babysitter– until you got a message

“Oh yes hello, thank god , may I ask when you are free?” They ask, a little too straightforward but sure

“I'm available tomorrow all day” you send after checking the account. It was anonymous, no profile photo, no name it only says jeong, what kind of name is that? You think but shrug it off , and it takes few minutes before they answer

“That's perfect , can you come tomorrow at 11 am?” They send and you raise an eyebrow. What kid would possibly be up at 11 am? But you send a quick message agreeing to the time regardless.

And here you are standing in front of the door, it was exactly 11 am. You waited outside for a minute before the door was opened and if you said this wasn't the most beautiful man you've seen, you'd be lying.

“Hello? I'm here for uh Mrs.jeong? Must be the wrong house-”

“No you're right, I'm mr.jeong” he says, his voice a bit deep it was almost scary, he moves away a bit and lets you in, you walk in looking at the minimalistic yet rich design

“I didn't quite catch your name” he says and you tell him your name

“Okay so we need to talk first” he says

“Oh it's okay I wait for Mrs.jeong” you smile awkwardly

“There's no Mrs.jeong” he says and your smile drops slightly, well shit you just embarrassed yourself in front of a man you've met a minute ago.

“Ah I see, well yeah sure” you nod and he leads you to the living room, he gives you his daughter's schedule and all the rules she has to follow and all the rules you have to follow.

“Are we clear here?” He asks and you nod awkwardly

“You'll be paid 500 per day” he says and suddenly the job isn't so scary

“When can I start?” You ask

“Now.” He says and stands up

“I have to go to work , she comes back from school at 2 pm” he clears, what type of job starts at 12 pm? You think internally but nod anyway, he hands you a paper with his number before leaving.

You hear a knock assuming it's his daughter, you open the door and there she was, looking like her father, she walks inside and raise an eyebrow at you but doesn't question anything regardless, she goes to her room to change out of her clothes, there were some food already prepared for her, probably made by a some expensive chef or something.

“So, do you like cartoons?” You ask nonchalantly and can see her eyes obviously spark up as she nods and after her meal you open a Disney film for her to watch, she pats next her signaling for you to sit and you do so, burying her face into your side before Turing her head to watch the cartoon.

Soon enough she was falling asleep on you, you turned off the TV and took her to her bed. And you stay in the living room until her dad comes home.

It has been two months since you started babysitting June, you've also gotten closer to Mr.jeong– who told you later to call him jaehyun, you never really questioned what happened to her mother, she never mentioned, there are no photos of her, did she give birth and leave? You didn't really care.

You knock on the door and wait til someone opens, jaehyun opens the door, standing there looking every inch of the rich man he is

“Oh hello y/n” he smiles softly, his deep dimples showing and honestly it take every ounce of control not to jump onto him and kiss him on the spot

“Oh hello jaehyun” you reply before walking into the house

“She didn't go to school today since she was sick, take good care of her okay?” He says and you nod

“Daddy?” You hear the little voice coming from behind jaehyun

“Sweetie, what are you doing out of bed?” He scolds lightly

“Can you stay home?” she pouts and looks up at him, her eyes looked droopy and looked adorable overall.

“Sorry sweetie but daddy gotta work okay? I'll try to come early” he says and gives her a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

You take her to her bed and tuck her in.

“I wish you were my mommy” she says suddenly and you giggle assuming it's just the fever talking

“I'm sure your mommy loves you more” you tease

“My mommy left me” she pouts

“I heard daddy say so before when he thought I was asleep” she pouts

“You should rest, I'll grab your medicine okay?” You say suddenly and leave the room, that's why there are no photos of the mysterious woman, June herself probably never met that woman, this poor kid knowing so much at such a young age, you shake your head and grab her medicine.

Jaehyun did come early as he promised but she was already deep in her sleep

“How is she doing now?” He asks worriedly

“She's fine now, her temperature is normal, she's just asleep” you say and he sighs gratefully

“Thank you y/n” he says and pulls out your money for the day but with extra cash, you were gonna refuse to take more money but it won't really matter to him so why the hell would you do that?, you take the money and put it in your bag and grab the bag before leaving.

Today was the weekend, which is usually when you don't go but jaehyun tells you it's ‘urgent matters’ so you go after he says he's going to pay you more, you arrive at 6 pm, which is a weird time but better than being awake at 11 am on a weekend.

You knock the door as usual and jaehyun opens after a minute as usual, he was wearing one of these expensive looking suits

“Hey Jaehyun, where is June?” You look around, used to June being around the door if she wasn't at school

“She's at her grandparents house” that makes you freeze, why the hell would he call

“So why did you call then?” You raise an eyebrow

“I wanna take you out” he says and you look at him like he's speaking a foreign language and then look at down at your your hoodie and the jeans that have had permanent pen stains on them

“Well I must be overdressed then” you say sarcastically earning a chuckle from him

“Well come in, I got you a present” he says and invites you inside

And leads you to his room which you remember was prohibited for you to enter and now he's inviting you to his bedroom you walk in after him and find a box sitting on the bed and he signals for you to open it

There was laying a gorgeous dress and a new pair of shoes which surprises you

“Oh wow that's- thank you” you say awkwardly

“Well wear it, I'll wait outside” he say and you nod

You get dressed and though you're wearing heels it felt nice to wear something other than these sneakers.

You walk out of the room and find jaehyun in the living room and his face lights up when he sees you, you notice his ears starting to redden up.

“Took you long enough” he teases showing off his dimples as he smirks slightly when you roll your eyes.

He takes you to one of these fancy restaurants where everyone is dressed like they're going to the met gala.

After you both order, you talk about things to keep the conversation going

“You know , June really likes you. She's had nannies and babysitters but she never liked them as she does with you.” He says and smiles slightly

“That's sweet, I don't even like kids but maybe I've changed my mind now, well kinda” you shrug and he chuckles

After eating the main course and dessert obviously he drives back to his house

“This was very nice jaehyun, I can't remember the last time I went out” you say and it is true, you only babysit June on your breaks and weekends when jaehyun is busy doing god knows what and you want to graduate so you go home and study your ass off falling asleep on the desk, yeah..not your best time.

“It's nothing, I do have to thank you for taking care of June after all” he says, his dimples popping.

He goes to the kitchen and pour you a glass of his finest wine, sliding the glass in front of you before pouring some for himself as well, his eyes stay fixed on you as you drink the red liquid

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask awkwardly

“Like what?” He teases and raises an eyebrow.

“I don't know, like you wanna eat me maybe?” You shrug and finish your drink

“Maybe I do” he says

“Well I give you permission to” you say sarcastically and you can see his eyes darken , he walks to you and helps you stand, his hand on the small of your back leading you to his bedroom.

“Daddy must be starving huh?” You chuckle and he smiles

“Oh you don't wanna know” he pushes you onto the bed , he unbuckles his belt and removes his dress shirt , your dress was short enough he can see a hit of your white panties.

He climbs on top of you and leans down peppering kisses over your neck and chest

And bites down on your neck before pulling away, sliding down to your core, he pushes your dress up and slides your panties to the side burying his face in your cunt, his tongue licking up and down your clit, your hips buckle your fingers gripping the sheets tightly as you let out weak moans, his fingers rise to your clit entering you which makes you gasp due to their low temperature, but get adjusted to it, he curls his fingers up which makes you grip on his fingers before coming all over his fingers.

When he's off you you can't help but stare at his sculpture abs and the happy trail on his abdomen leading to his cock, he takes his pants and boxers off showing off his thick and veiny length standing tall and proud over his stomach, he climbs on top of you again and looks down at you but slamming into you hitting your spot immediately, thrusting in and out of you the pleasure flying straight to your brain, you release a string of moans and whimes , begging him to fuck you even more and he doesn't miss a beat, and oh did he look dreamy, all sweaty and sticky, hair sticking to his forehead, his breath heavy , you were snapped out of your thoughts when he pinches one of your nipples making you wince and whimper in pain mixed with pleasure, you were reaching your climax, he felt it when your walls grip tightly on his cock milking him desperately your body aching for release, your eyes roll , hands gripping his shoulders pretty sure leaving marks there, as you come all over his dick, his pace fasten when he feels close not stopping even when you beg him weakly too tired to stop him, his pace slowing down when his loads empties in you filling you up with his white sticky liquid.

He lay next to you , you were almost passed out.

You wake up and find the bed empty and look around you to find jaehyun already awake and dressed up

“I'll go to work, June is coming at 5 pm” he says, his tone neutral

“Oh..yeah okay” you say awkwardly and grab your jeans and shirt that you were wearing

“You looked good yesterday” he says

“Oh yeah all thanks to you the dress-”

“I mean naked.” He cuts you off, teasing you and his lips curl into a knowing smirk when he sees your flushed face.

Blood slowly drips from his machete as the killer stands before you. You fear that you’re next, but somehow, he doesn’t move, just breathes calmly yet audibly under his hockey mask. Your heart is beating up your throat, the air smells like iron, and you shakily try to remember how you even got here. The events of the day go through your mind, and you’re suddenly reminded of the messy house in the woods you visited. An idea comes to your mind, and in this situation, you decide to just risk it.

“You’re Jaehyun…” you say slowly, looking directly into the eyeholes of the hockey mask, your voice so shaky it doesn’t feel like your own. He doesn’t move, and you feel like that’s a good sign. Then, he slowly tilts his head, as if understanding.You know that he knows he could kill you easily right now, just a step ahead and a swing of his blade… but he doesn’t.

“That house in the woods… that’s yours, isn’t it?” You ask carefully, gaining more and more of your confidence back with every second that passes where he doesn’t dismember you. You remember the story Mark told you, about the folkloric killer. You bet that’s him. Albeit, you’re still unsure about his motifs. He’s killed all of them, but not you. Why?

“Did you.. kill them because they’re men?” You guess, quietly, but Jaehyun does not seem to agree, his breathing getting a bit faster.

“Okay, okay, no, you…” you pause to think, what did they do that you didn’t? “They were having sex…”

Jaehyun just stands and stares, his large body clothed in old fabrics with holes in it, a dusty brown jacket hangs over his shoulders. Underneath is a almost tight-fitted black shirt that, as you noticed unwillingly, highlights his muscular chest. Generally, he is much taller than you, bigger in every dimension, almost inhumanly so. It scares you, but there’s more to it.

“You think it’s immoral… having sex, doing drugs,” you decipher, feeling more confident the longer he lets you live. Jaehyun doesn’t move, doesn’t talk, just stands there with his mask. “Or… maybe,” you decide to take a risk, “you’re envious?”

Jaehyun’s body stiffens, and your heart begins racing again. Fuck, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to challenge a killer… But even now, he doesn’t attempt to kill you. You exhale shakily.

“It must be… lonely in those woods all by yourself, Jaehyun,” you say in the softest tone you can measure. “Maybe… you’d like to be like them? Have friends, have fun, … maybe find yourself a nice girl…”

Jaehyun stands stiffly, his machete hanging loosely in his gigantic hand, unmoving. You gulp. “Maybe…,” your voice drops to a whisper, “I could be that girl?”

You have no idea what’s gotten into you, a part of you feels weak and scared, trying to find a way to survive, the other, bigger part of you feels confident at the fact that you’re able to control such a big man with your words and actions. You lick your lips and tentatively take a small step forward. Jaehyun doesn’t move. “Have you ever been with someone, Jaehyun?” You ask, your hands moving with a mind of their own as they go to the buttons of your shirt, slowly undoing them.

Jaehyun doesn’t speak, and you begin to suspect that he just doesn’t, ever, but he doesn’t attack or move away either. He appears curious, tilting his head as you open the last button, letting your shirt drop to the floor.

“I understand you, Jaehyun,” you whisper, unclasping your bra and letting it drop to the ground as well. With a loud clang, his machete drops to the floor, the last obstacle out of the way. You smile softly, stepping closer until you’re standing right in front of him. The size difference is even more evident now, he’s much taller than you, he could probably rip you apart with his bare hands, or crush your skull in his palm if he wanted, but he doesn’t. He simply breathes and stares.

For a brief moment, you’re unsure how to go on from here. It’s not like you can kiss him with that mask, and you’re certainly not going to take it from him, he gives you the vibe of someone who wouldn’t like being unmasked, or else he wouldn’t be wearing it in the first place, you think. You don’t want to just touch him either, maybe he doesn’t like to be touched. In hopes of finding the answer there, you slowly let your eyes wander over his body, and without even realizing, your gaze stops right at his crotch, and you could swear it’s bulging way more than before… not that you looked, of course…

Consequently, you drop to your knees, looking up at him. If he’s killing people for having sex, he should surely know what your action implies. You study his reaction, noticing how his hand twitches ever so slightly. “Will you let me make you feel good?” You ask softly, slowly moving your hands upward to his belt, waiting for a reaction.

Jaehyun doesn’t stop you, he faintly tilts his head downward to watch what you’re going to do next. You take it as a good sign, allowing your hands to undo the buckle of his belt, then his pants. You hesitate, waiting for him to shove you away, to grab your head and break your neck, but he doesn’t. You exhale shakily, finally allowing yourself to feel your body’s reaction to the moment and you notice the dampness in your panties, the fabric clinging to your skin when you move. Reaching past the band of his, you notice, plaid boxers that look suspiciously fresh compared to the rest of his clothing, you grab ahold of his length. Feeling the girth against your palm you find an answer to the questing you didn’t know you had because, yes, everything about him is that big. But, surprisingly, also cold.

You glance up at him, waiting for a reaction, but there is none. You take that as a good sign once again.

Slowly, you free him from the confines of his clothes, revealing the sheer size of him to your eyes, and despite everything, it makes your mouth water. Briefly, you wonder whether he ever touches himself, but you don’t dare to ask. Biting your lip, you slowly begin stroking him, feeling every prominent vein against your hand, and you could swear his breathing is getting sightly heavier. You wonder what it must be like for him, doing the very thing he despises so much, to the point where he takes people’s lives for doing it. You wonder where he learned despising it, briefly thinking back to the picture you saw in the cabin, presumably of him and his mother. But you forget about that quickly when you squeeze a little tighter around his grip and he subtly grunts.

“Do you like it?” You ask softly, experimentally leaning in to give his tip a bit of attention with your tongue. In response you earn another small grunt. Feeling rewarded by every small response you get, you place your lips over his tip, sucking gently as not to overwhelm him, slowly but surely making your way down his shaft. You’ve underestimated how big he is, struggling to fit his cock in your mouth, but slowly adapt. Jaehyun grunts lowly ever so often, his fingers twitching by his sides, which gives you an idea. Gently, you reach out to take his hand into yours. He twitches again in surprise as he feels your hand against his, but doesn’t move away. Carefully, you guide his hand to the back of your head.

Briefly pulling your mouth off his length, you swallow your spit, then look up at him. “Push me as far as you want,” you suggest, applying pressure to his hand with yours, hoping he’ll understand. To your surprise, he does, guiding your mouth back onto his cock and pushing you to take it deeper, deeper than before, until your nose meets his pubes. A grunt rewards you, as well as Jaehyun’s active participation now as he begins guiding your head back and forth. You struggle to keep up, but happily so, softly gagging around his length as he discovers how good it can feel.

Your hand comes up to his balls, engulfing them with your hand and gently massaging them, making Jaehyun grunt minimally louder than before, ultimately causing you to rub your thighs together. You’d have never imagined it would be this sexy to suck off a monster.

After a bit, Jaehyun’s movements speed up, his body tensing as well as his balls you’re still gently caressing, and you assume he must be closes. You look up into the eyeholes of his mask, moving your tongue against him expertly. His grip on your head gets a bit tighter, he pushes you down his cock faster, faster and faster, and you feel slightly lightheaded at the lack of oxygen, but don’t stop him. You can feel him tensing and twitching, and it doesn’t take long for him to let out a broken grunt and spill his come down your throat.

Coughing and spluttering a bit, you try to catch your breath. Like never before, you feel rewarded. You’re alive, and you just gave this extremely dangerous, tall and… honestly sexy man his first experience. But the tightness in your lower body doesn’t want this to be over. You want him, all of him.

And it seems that he isn’t done with you either.

Roughly you are grabbed by the arm and pulled up to your knees, apparently the orgasm you gave him had reminded him of his rough nature, but you’re not complaining, quite the opposite, in fact. Jaehyun, in a mix of carrying and pulling you along, maneuvers you against the next best wall, a framed painting and a taxidermy deer head crashing to the ground next to you. You gasp when Jaehyun rips your pants off your body, your panties following shortly after. When you peek down, you notice his erection hasn’t gone down even a bit.

Spreading your legs, you wrap them around his waist as he pushes you harder against the wall with the sheer size of his massive body, you can feel the hardness of his cock pressing against the wetness between your legs.

With one slightly painful stretch, a rough thrust and surprising precision, Jaehyun presses himself inside you, knocking a choked moan out of you. He keeps pushing deeper and deeper, it feels like the length of his cock is endless, and when he finally manages to bury himself balls-deep inside, it feels like he’s all the way in your rib cage, his tip seethed between your lungs, but, God, does it feel amazing.

“Jaehyun,” you moan weakly, but he doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, setting a rough pace from the start, fucking his hips upwards against yours. Weakly, you cling to his shoulders, his masked face right in front of yours as he fucks you into oblivion. Your lidded eyes gaze into his, and you can make out that they’re dark and pretty, reflecting something deeper within.

He grunts deeply, holding you up with his hips as he pushes his jacket off, revealing large, muscular arms that appear pale and dull in color, almost like he’s decaying, but their entirely intact. As he resumes his thrusts, you slide your fingers over his impressive pectoral muscles bulging through his tight shirt. You wanna see him, all of him, you feel so full and at the same time tingly and sentimental.

A particularly angled thrust makes your head spin, your eyes rolling back. Jaehyun takes notice of your reaction, apparently, as he tries desperately to find that angle again until he does. You confirm with a loud whine, clinging onto him for dear life as he keeps pushing harder and harder into that same spot until your body can’t help to react by contracting violently, sending you into an orgasm that’s so intense you see stars.

The contractions of your walls cause his to become sloppy, mindlessly fucking into you as he chases his orgasm. You feel like a doll, a fleshlight, and you didn’t know you’d love it so much. A few more sharp thrusts against your cervix and Jaehyun presses as deeply as possibly, pumping his load into your depths.

You breathe heavily, and so does he despite the stamina he’s built from decades of hunting people down and slaughtering them. In a moment that’s not entirely conscious, you lean in and press a kiss against his mask, then slump over his shoulder. Somehow, the large, cold man feels warm now, and whatever the future holds, you hope this won’t be the last time he fucks you.

"Do you two know each other?" One of the girls, Bella, you learned her name was, asks, her head swiveling between the two of you.

You nod, clearing your throat, "he's best friends with my ex."

"Was," Jaehyun quickly corrects, cheeks rosy, "we're not friends anymore."

One of the guys, Sam, speaks up, "whoa, what happened there?"

"Jaehyun was the one that told me I got cheated on," you reply, hoping it comes off as nonchalant and not hurt. Lord knows your ex has done enough damage to your self-esteem, you don't need his mess to affect you in the villa too.

Murmurs erupt around the group, a mix of surprise and consolation. You shrug it off, answering questions that the islanders toss your way. You go through the usual spiel of your age, job, where you're from, last relationship, and length of said relationship.

"Wait, what's your type?" One of the guys, Leo, asks.

You hum thoughtfully, "I don't really have a type physically. I think I prefer a guy who is silly and makes me laugh, kind, good values, loyal, a gentleman, and respectful. In any sort of connection I just prefer to build a friendship before focusing on the romantic aspect."

Another guy, Ben, smacks Jaehyun on the back with a smirk, "you have an in, dude!"

You're quick to dispute any romantic interest in Jaehyun before the girls pull you for a chat. The girls break down the current couples of the house but reassure you that no one is closed off quite yet. Everyone is still feeling each other out and obviously the partnerships were based on initial physical attraction, though some girls seem more eager to close things off than others.

You all chat for a while, giving each other your worst date stories before you hear a throat clear behind you. "I was sent to call you over for your boys chat," Jaehyun states awkwardly as he tucks his hands into his pockets.

You laugh softly, taking his extended hand as you step down from the platform and bid the girls goodbye. "Funny seeing you here," you tease with a gentle nudge of your elbow.

"Of all the places on earth," Jaehyun chuckles in agreement.

The conversation with the guys goes almost identically to you conversation with the girls, but it's so obvious that some of the guys are laying the flirtation on thick. One day in the villa and they're already thirsting for the next piece of meat on legs. You wonder if they're actually here to find love or have fun. Despite that, you accept all their compliments, absorb all the information they're giving you, and even let Tony give you a tour of the villa.

Tony is nice, handsome and definitely confident. He walks you through the villa, showing you through each area. "And here we have the bedroom," he tells you with a dramatic wave of his hand, "this is mine and Mei's bed, but it can be you and I's if you play your cards right."

Somewhere on the tour of the second floor, one of the couples, Sam and Luna, join you before you all end up on the last stop, the kitchen. You're not sure how much time has passed, but you're both exhausted and happy to snack on chips while you make conversation with everyone around you.

When bedtime is finally called, you're grateful to be in a fresh room, clean faced, and in a soft bed. You settle beneath the covers and sigh happily. The first day is done, you survived and everyone seems nice. The apprehension you felt just a few hours ago is long gone, and you're relieved to have been welcomed warmly.

Over the course of the next couple days, you make your way around the villa, getting a feel of every guy, well, almost every guy. You're polite with Jaehyun but also hyper aware of how odd the situation is. You never felt romantic feelings for him when you hung out before coming on the show, so why would those feelings be there now? He was handsome, sure, that was undeniable, but why put forth effort for something you already know isn't there?

You've spent most of your few days in the villa getting to know the rest of the guys, feeling out potential vibes and connections. No one has fully blown you away, but you know you're looking to build a solid foundation of friendship before diving headfirst into romance.

Tony almost immediately took himself out of the running with his joke on night one and the fact that he is hardly subtle about keeping his gaze on your face and not your chest when he pulls you for conversations. The other girls have shared their same experiences, so it's pretty clear Tony is just there for a summer of exploring rather than actual love. He also seems incapable of talking about anything but his gym routine, his meal prepping, and his muscles. Conversations with him never seem short enough.

Thankfully, the other conversations go semi-better. Sam manages to sneak Luna into every conversation you two have which makes you melt. In the course of the week, you find yourself even giving him advice on how to woo Luna, you already love them together so you won't be stepping on any toes there. Ben is also nice, he's funny, but tells you after just a couple conversations that he's not feeling any romantic chemistry with you. You can't fault him for his feelings and you appreciate his honesty. All signs lead you back to Leo.

Leo has been nice. You both have a decent amount in common and he's very keen to get to know you, constantly pulling you for chats that always end with you clutching your stomach with laughter. As fun as the conversation are though, nothing clicks right away. There have been no sparks, but you force that self-sabotaging voice to shut up. Your journey will have to take some time, especially since you want to build a friendship first. You just have to take it all day by day.

At the end of the first week, in the middle of your conversation with Leo, your phone dings loudly. "I got a text!" You shout, jumping to stand up on the couch, "Islanders, tonight there will a recoupling, boy's choice. As bombshell, I will get the opportunity to have first pick of the boys."

The boys cheer excitedly and the girls eye each other nervously. You dance excitedly on the bench, stopping only when you hear a snort of laughter from the kitchen. You stop, a playful glare focused on Jaehyun, "I get first choice, Jae. If I were you, I'd be flirting my ass off instead of laughing at someone else's happiness."

"I'm not laughing at your happiness," he rolls his eyes playfully, "I'm laughing at those horrible dance moves."

Your jaw drops in mock offense as he shuffles away to a lounger to chat with his partner, Maya. You bid Leo goodbye as you seek out his current partner Jade to let her know where your head is at. You don't want it to be a shock to her and you certainly don't want to let your decision ruin the friendships you're already forming.

"You have nothing to worry about," Jade reassures you with a tight embrace, "I know you're not in the best spot, coming in as a bombshell and having to steal a guy. I really appreciate you letting me know though."

You let out a long exhale, slumping back against the swing seat while wiping fake sweat from your brow, "you're the best. Seriously."

Just a few hours later, when the sun has set and the cool sea breeze has begun to blow, Ariana, the host, struts toward the fire pit where you're all waiting anxiously. She smiles at you all making small talk about your experiences so far before she instructs the rest of the girls to stand in front of the fire pit and calls your name, "as the bombshell, the first choice of the first recoupling is yours. Who would you like to couple up with?"

You exhale softly, wringing your hands together as you stare ahead nervously over the flames of the fire, "I want to couple up with this person, because he's been super nice and we have good conversations. It's early days, but I think we're on the right track to building what could be a great relationship."

"So the guy I would like to couple up with is…" you pause, "Leo."

Leo beams as the islanders around you clap and cheer. He keeps an arm around you as the rest of the villa goes through the recoupling. You're hardly able to focus as your heart returns to it's normal heart rate after the anxiety of making a speech and choosing your first partner.

"Jade, as the only girl not in a couple, you are now single and vulnerable," Ariana recites, making your stomach lurch with guilt, "but you're journey isn't over yet. Get your flirt on, make some connections, and I'll see you all soon."

The tension lifts at Ariana's words immediately. You give a casual pat to Leo's thigh before crossing the deck to hug Jade and apologize once more for leaving her single. She waves you off, jokingly telling you that now she has the upper hand to get first dibs on the next bombshell to enter.

The next day, you find yourself refilling your water bottle when someone clears their throat harshly behind you. You jump at the startling sound and turn to find Jaehyun standing there with an amused smirk, "can I pull you?"

You nod, taking a sip of water before following him up the stairs to a sunken daybed that's been named with neon lights, 'Soul Ties', "don't make a habit of scaring me as your greeting."

He holds out a hand to help you down the steps before you settle into the pillows with a hum, ignoring the unexpected spark of warmth at his touch. Jaehyun extends his arms on the edge of the bed, stretching his legs out before he turns his gaze to you, "so I noticed you've been avoiding me."

You cough, cheeks hot at his bluntness, "I would hardly call it avoiding. I'm being polite, getting to know everyone, taking advantage of getting to know new people and all that."

"You've had a conversation with every guy but me since you got here. Hell, you're even talking to Tony more than me and I know he doesn't make eye contact. Yeah, you have been polite, but you've been super…" he trails off.

"Charming, beautiful, and amazing?" You offer with a smile.

"Awkward." He corrects with a straight face, "Look, I know the last time we saw each other wasn't the best time, but we were friends. We can still be friendly here. I don't want you to feel awkward around me or feel like you have to avoid me because I was the cause of your last relationship ending."

"No way!" You quickly interrupt, reaching out to place a comforting hand over his own, "my last relationship ended because of his shitty actions. You were the messenger of the unfortunate news but I don't fault you for anything. You were incredibly brave and kind to tell me that. I'm really sorry I've been weird around you. I don't want to ruin your experience here or make you feel like you can't talk to me either. You're right, we can be friends again. It's actually really nice to have someone from home here."

"It is nice," he agrees with a soft smile before letting out an exhale of relief, "How's your mom?"

Your brows furrow in confusion as you reel back, "you remember my mom? When did you guys even meet?"

"One time I had to drop you off at home when you got too drunk. You told me your parents' place was closer so I took you there. Nice lady," he explains simply. From there, it's easy to get lost in conversation. You both reminisce on your time before the villa before any drama even went down for hours, hardly even noticing the sun slowly sinking on the horizon.

In the midst of your laughter, a pair of slapping sandals draws your attention toward Maya, Jaehyun's partner who stands with her arms crossed and a smile that looks sweet at first, but the longer you look up at her, the more irritation you see. "You guys have been up here all day! I almost forgot you recoupled with Leo last night," she laughs brittly.

Jaehyun clears his throat as he stands, holding his hand out to help you up, but Maya's gaze burns, so you instead get up by yourself. "We were just catching up, we're old friends, remember?" he attempts to ease the tension.

"Right, friends. Glad to see two friends getting close. Let's go, Jae," Maya instructs, wrapping a hand around his wrist to drag him off before you can even get another word in.

The tension Maya brought with her makes your hair raise and want to get away as soon as possible. Still, you can vaguely make out Jaehyun's voice telling her, "I'd actually prefer if you called me Jaehyun."

You amble down the stairs with your brows pinched, walking across the lawn toward Jade who sits on a lounger beside Leo on pool deck. Leo perks up, patting the spot at the end of his chair for you to take a seat, "hey there!"

"What's with that look?" Jade snorts.

Your gaze is drawn back up to the second floor, where Jaehyun and Maya sit outside the beauty room in a conversation of their own. "I just had the strangest interaction with Maya, like she was mad I was talking to Jaehyun, who I've already said is just a friend, or something," you mumble as you set your water bottle down.

"Oh shit!" Leo laughs as he sits up, "I thought you were avoiding him because the girls had already given you the full rundown. Maya is… she's intense."

"Intense how?" You ask slowly.

"She waltzed in on night one and refused to actually take part in the ice breaker challenge until she had conversations 'of substance' with each of us guys because she's not looking for a summer fling—" Leo explains before Jade cuts him off.

"She's here looking for a husband," Jade chuckles as she twists her hair up and clips it back, "she deemed Jaehyun the most husband-like of all the guys and has her claws sunk in him. It's only a week in so obviously he's still taking it slow. I think her before bed conversation is how many kids she wants."

"Sheesh," you wince, "she does sound intense."

Leo runs his hands through his hair with an amused smile, "beside that, you had a good conversation though?"

"Yeah, no more weird vibes," you confirm before playfully narrowing your gaze between your two fellow islanders and a lazy point between them, "reigniting sparks here?"

"We were actually planning a threesome between the three of us," Jade quickly responds.

You tense, blinking blanky at her. Leo reaches over to smack her arm as he begins to cackle, Jade joins and you slump down in relief, joining in on the laughter. You wipe tears away from the corners of your eyes, "I think the two of you are going to be a problem for me."

Jade shrugs with a bright smile, "you'll learn to love it."

That night, after avoiding Maya and her harsh glare, you jump onto your bed and pull the covers over your legs. Leo is on the far side of the room practicing some kind of handshake with Ben. Jaehyun flops onto his back on the bed beside your own, his microphone discarded on the bedside table between your beds. Being in the bed beside Jaehyun and Maya never felt weird before, but now it does. You're overtly conscious of your actions as you keep your gaze low and pull off your microphone, winding the cord neatly.

"Hey," you hear Jaehyun say.

You peek over at him from the corner of your eye, feeling your cheeks heat at the sight of him. His hair is messy and damp from his shower and chest bare and tanned from a week in the sun. He looks unbelievably comfortable in his pajama pants but also unbelievably handsome with his glasses on. You don't trust your voice and instead arch your brow at him in response.

"Do you still like vanilla lattes?" He asks as he turns on his side to face you.

"Yes…"

"Awesome, I'll whip one up for you in the morning."

You don't even get the chance to dissuade him when the rest of the girls come pouring into the room. You instead lay down, turning to face Jade now in her own bed on the opposite side to make conversation before Leo comes to bed.

You're nearly asleep, Leo is knocked out beside you as you turn away from your partner to find a more comfortable position, when you hear a soft whisper of your name. You open your eyes, gaze unfocused for a second before you see the soft wave of Jaehyun's hand, "good night."

You pull the covers higher to conceal your smile before whispering, "good night, Jae."