If you thought you were already the epitome of irritation, this guy was far worse. He looks like he just clawed his way out of hell with how messy his hair is and how much sweat he’s drenched in. Not to mention the bags under his eyes and how flushed his skin looks from how hard he’s keeping his annoyance within and oh god, he’s beautiful.

He drags his feet to walk away from the cab, eyebrows still furrowed, and you had to begrudgingly stop yourself from checking this stranger out because you do not want embarrassment to lace all the exasperation you’re feeling right now. You feel your cheeks heat up when you realize he stopped to stand beside your slumped form, sulking like you’ve lost all your will to live.

“Jesus, it’s so hot…” you hear him groan as he types away on his phone. You assume he’s complaining to a friend because it’s what you would have done. That is, if you could catch a signal.

You giggle to yourself and he snaps his head to look at you, expression softening.

“Tourist?”

He’s talking to you. What the hell are you supposed to do when a man (who looks like he stepped out of a typical romance drama) strikes a conversation with you? You choose to face him, avoiding eye contact, and nod meekly.

He immediately whines. A behavior such a stark contrast to a man whose figure towers over you, “Can you believe that cab driver tried to charge me 1000 pesos for a 15-minute ride? My friend told me they overcharge tourists like crazy, so I should just act angry, but I guess I’m not scaring them off..?”

You finally make eye contact with him, skimming over his features. He’s handsome, but not in a way that suffocates you. He’s… cute. Makes you feel fuzzy inside with his soft features. Round, wide eyes, nose slightly scrunched, and the way his front teeth sit on his bottom lip makes him look like a bunny who wasn’t given enough carrot treats. What the fuck are you even saying at this point? He’s just some guy. Okay, a gorgeous one, at that.

You clear your throat, “Maybe you should try an Uber?”

“Ubers aren’t available in the Philippines…”

You nod, not knowing what to say. You’ve proven yet again that you are physically incapable of talking to cute guys.

“Shit. Now my phone is at 1%.”

You snort, “I’d offer mine, but this dumb fuck cannot catch a signal.”

He sighs defeatedly, now sitting on his luggage as well, “Aren’t you going to try and get a cab?”

“I was going to, but after seeing you with that cab driver, I might as well just take a flight back home already…”

He chuckles. Even his laugh is pretty.

“Maybe you’re better at haggling than I am?”

He seems to be right, because the first cab driver you hailed instantly agreed to drive you for 300 pesos. You nod at the stranger while loading your luggage in the back, and he smiles at you in return. You’re probably never going to see each other again. So much for a short-lived airport crush.

You fall back onto the expanse of your bed once you’ve checked in, relishing in the comfort after a pain-staking flight. Stretching your back, you’re relieved to find that the hotel wi-fi works like magic, finally satiating your need for chronically online personal time. After a few moments of scrolling through your feed to see what you’ve missed, you grew bored, pressing the call button beside Karina’s contact name. Her face lights up your screen immediately.

“Yah! Why are you on your phone instead of the beach? I just saw you repost a Tiktok 5 minutes ago!”

You roll your eyes, “Can’t a girl replenish her social battery before going out and about all alone?” She simply chuckles, giving you an avenue to start complaining to her about all the mishaps that have happened so far. You drone on and on until you’ve lost track of all the time you spent just grumbling over every inconvenience, and she reassures you that maybe you used up all your bad luck, and from hereon, everything will fall into place smoothly. You aspire to be as optimistic as she is. Soon enough, she yawns, saying that it’s time for her afternoon nap, and you’re left to scurry over to the bathroom to freshen up.

It’s 4PM when you step out of your hotel room, padding over to the lobby to ask for the pathway to the beach, when you catch sight of a familiar tall figure hunched over the receptionist desk. He seems to feel your presence, because he snaps his head towards you.

“Huh? Oh!” 

It’s the cute guy from the airport. You swear you’re going to get a heart attack.

“O-oh? Hey,” you try to muster out. You really, really suck at talking to cute guys.

He smiles, “Didn’t know you booked the same hotel! We could have shared a cab, then.”

“Would be weird to tell a complete stranger which hotel I booked, right?” You didn’t mean for the words to trail off your mouth quite harshly, really, but your realization hits you too late when his face flushes in panic as he responds. “A-ah! Yeah! I suppose it would be really weird. Sorry…”

You glance over at the receptionist desk to see that there was no one manning. Great. Now you can’t weasel your way out of this awkward situation.

“Uh… I was going to ask the receptionist where the pathway leading directly to the beach was, but I guess there’s nobody here?”

He’s shocked. It’s almost animated how his expressions are painted on his face. “I was going to ask them too! I’ve been waiting for about 10 minutes now, but I have no idea where the receptionist has gone, so…” He trails off, and maybe it’s the impatience getting to your head, so you ask,

“You want to just fuck it and find it ourselves?”

He looks at you, and for just a moment, you’re terrified. What if he thinks you’re hitting on him? Wanting to spend time alone with a hot guy? You almost think you’re fucked until he flashes a grin.

“I’m already itching to get my feet in the sand.”

And that’s how you find yourself walking side by side with him. You learn that his name is Soobin, and that he’s from South Korea, working in corporate like you. Soobin tells you about his friend that was supposed to come with him, but he booked his flight incorrectly in an absentminded haze, thus he was traveling solo. You tell him that your friend practically had to bribe you into going on this vacation because of all the stress you have bottled up from your miserable job. He lets out a giggle, saying that he needed to get away from his laptop screen given that even typing was giving him a migraine.

Despite your closed off nature, it was surprisingly easy to fall into a conversation with Soobin. Maybe you enjoyed the conversation a little too much, because it’s only then that you realize you’ve been going around in circles, still not finding the beachside.

“Do you think we’re lost?”

He turns over to you and stops in his tracks, smiling sheepishly. “Maybe?”

And then it hits you. You’re lost. God knows where you are, and you’re stuck navigating your way back with someone you met less than 5 hours ago. Did you really put your guard down for a stranger?

“Shit,” you pull out your phone, only to be reminded that it’s practically useless. It doesn’t help that you’re in a dead zone. You see him fiddling with his phone, seemingly to find a way to map yourselves out of this, but he was met with disappointment upon reading the words “no cellular service”.

You groan, wanting nothing but to go back to your hotel room to curl up in your bed, but Soobin was still adamant on finding the beachside. Unfortunately for you and your aching legs, you had to choose between dragging yourself sluggishly or having a tantrum in the middle of nowhere. The latter was a no-go, obviously, unless you had a death wish?

The fatigue and anxiety were catching up to the both of you as dead silence remained in the air, save from the small huffs you were letting out occasionally. Soobin glances at you from time to time, seemingly to check on your pathetic state. The sun was starting to set, and you’re certain you were going to make it to the headlines as the 25 year-old woman who (a) perished in extreme fatigue and irritation, or; (b) got brutally murdered by a bunny-looking stranger twice her size. 

You don’t notice that you were looking at the ground, questioning every life decision that has led you to this absurdity, when Soobin’s awed gasp snaps you back into reality.

“Heol…”

You look up to see a breathtaking view, all yours to behold. The sun was setting in the horizon, etched in the apricot sky. Palm trees breezed through the path, and the salt in the air barely grazed your tongue. Soobin has his mouth agape, eyes full of wonder. Okay, maybe he’s not a serial killer out to murder you if he brought you to such a beautiful part of the seaside. Unless this is all part of his grand scheme to let your guard down? But he looks clueless as he can be, perhaps you were more likely to be the murderer in this situation.

“Come! There’s no one around!” Soobin hurriedly waddles over to a spot just below the trees, inviting you to join him. Once you’re sat beside him in the sand, he stretches the entirety of his legs, letting out a hum of relief. He has a stupid smile on his face as his eyes glaze to take in the golden hour.

“I’m sorry I got us lost. I’ve never been good at directions,” Soobin smiles apologetically. “But hey, this view is nice. We have this all to ourselves.”

No one was around. Okay. Maybe this is the part where he brutally murd-

“I hope you’re not too tired. I… kinda heard you huffing a lot earlier and I figured you were getting antsy. Also it was probably because you were lost in god knows where with a dude you just met, so that must have been scary for you? I can’t convince you that I’m completely harmless because that would make me more suspicious, right? And oh god why am I rambling?” He’s melting into a puddle of embarrassment. Usually, you liked it when men learned to shut the fuck up, but you tolerated his rambling. He was quite… endearing, actually.

You let out a small chuckle, “Soobin, it’s fine. We’re chill. I was just tired of walking in circles, that’s all.” He sighs in response, fingers tracing shapes in the sand.

“The view is beautiful though. I’m kinda glad we got lost. We can gatekeep this experience,” you add, shooting a reassuring smile. Now you feel bad for ever thinking ill of him, because the way he perks up and grins at you just seals the deal that he was never a threat. Soobin turns away to continue watching the sunset, basking in the way the sun’s rays kiss his skin.

Time flew by too fast, and now you’re left with the problem of how you’re supposed to go back to the hotel, when a light suddenly beams at the two of you.

“Hey! This is private property!” Fuck. No wonder there weren’t any people around. The two of you get escorted out, with the security guard huffing about how “kids these days just fool around everywhere”, to which you and Soobin turn crimson profusely. You had no choice but to push your luck, asking him the way to your hotel no matter how embarrassed the pair of you were.

“Okay… that was humiliating,” you cringe and glance over at Soobin, who was not faring any better than you. His cheeks were still puffed out, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. 

“Kinda feels like we’re trauma bonded now,” he mutters, praying that this time around, you were going the right way. “Trauma bonded over a humiliation ritual…. today felt too long.”

You hum, “Yep. Might have to skip dinner. I just want to sleep and stock up on social battery for the next 6 days.”

His eyes widened, “Wow. We have the exact same hotel and trip duration.” 

You nod, not knowing what to make of this new knowledge, but all the rummaging in your brain was instantly cut off by him.

“Do you, perhaps…” His voice turns small. “Perhaps you’d like to stick together?”

“A whole week together? You might get sick of me.”

He grins, “Well, if by chance I do, it would be totally fine. We’re most likely never going to cross paths with each other again anyway.”

You don’t know what compels you to, but you agree. 

You hope Karina would be proud of you stepping outside of your comfort zone (and trusting that some guy doesn’t offer you as human sacrifice.)

The next few days went by like a dream. 

On the second and third day, Soobin took you ziplining and leaping off waterfalls despite your protests. You remember how your heart skipped a beat at his proud, child-like grin when he got you to admit that facing your fear of heights ended up rather enjoyable. The day after, the pair of you decided to take a break from the adrenaline and wandered off to the cultural spots Cebu had to offer. You didn’t expect him to take such good shots of you, worthy enough to be posted on your wilting Instagram account. Karina had even bombarded you with question marks, asking if you’ve finally made a new friend. Imagine her shock when you sent her a selfie you had taken of the two of you, and she found out your new “friend” looks like he stepped out of a manhwa.

By the end of the fifth day of your escapades with Soobin, you had suggested trying out the beachside bars your Tiktok algorithm was raging about. It seems like Karina had magic senses, because your phone suddenly chirped with a text notification while you added finishing touches to your makeup. 

rina<3: u crack cebu boy yet?

You furrow your eyebrows at this.

: huh

: we’re FRIENDS

rina<3: and he’s ur exact type

: well yes

: but it would be weird to get in a random stranger’s pants

rina<3: dude that’s exactly why

         : u can just leave it behind

         : what happens in cebu stays in cebu type shit

         : esp if hes bad in bed 💀

: you are so…

: what if i catch something from him

rina<3: feelings?

          : oh u meant an std

          : i snooped through his instagram and mans looks bitchless anyway

          : his following list consists of league gameplay accounts and 4 of his friends

: ugh idk man

: i just 

: hes hot but

: i’d rather not put weird thoughts in my head about a dude i’m spending the remaining days with

rina<3: LMAO it’s okay i’m playing

          : just sayin u only live once

          : and i’ve prayed hard for u to finally get laid again

          : especially after ur ugly ass ex

          : and don’t tell me u haven’t snooped through his ig either

: ?

: i have but

: just out of pure curiosity

rina<3: love when u get defensive

          : u in bed alrdy? do u wanna call and catch up

          : im yearning for my best friend

: awww i’m going out

: trying the beachside bars

rina<3: oh? 👀

          : enjoy <3

          : hoping u break ur vow of abstinence

: ????

: love you

: i’ll call u tomorrow evening maybe

Karina sends a heart and a wink in response, making you smile and shake your head

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you adjust a strand of your hair and suddenly become antsy. All those talks about Soobin suddenly made you feel hauntingly self-aware. You hate to admit that you wanted to look pretty to him. Life has a way of making things fall into place so perfectly, because not long after your frustrated fussing, you hear three knocks on your door. Soobin.

You pad over, opening your door to see Soobin standing in true, awkward, painfully endearing Soobin fashion. 

His eyes fall on your face, drifting just a millisecond to your bikini-clad and sheer covered body. You barely miss the way his cheeks burn despite the cold air from your room.

“You look-” he starts, but cuts himself off. Alarms blare in your head. Look horrible? A mess? You look like you tried to get all pretty for me but absolutely failed?

“Look what?” you squeak out, voice small. He scratches his neck, as if debating what words to say. You’re painfully fretting over every possible response until he eventually mumbles something after a few beats.

“You look beautiful.”

He says it so sincerely it makes your head spin. But alas, Soobin is Soobin…

“Not in a creepy way! The color of your outfit just fits you really well. And the way you did your hair and makeup is pretty cool. And-”

You shush him, trying to calm your heart that is about to beat out of your chest, “It’s fine, Soobin. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Awkward silence then envelopes you in the warmly lit hotel hallway, both of you not daring to meet each other’s eyes.

You were the one to break the stillness, “Let’s go?”, to which he hums in response. He looked like he had much more to say, but you don’t dare to pry him on his thoughts in fear of further straining the situation.

One thing you liked about spending time with Soobin is how the two of you go well together. Platonically, you swear. It isn’t even five minutes deep into the walk together when you’re back to telling each other mundane stories about your lives back home. Soobin whines about how he misses his dog, Tori, to which you reply “so she’s far better company than me?”, causing him to ramble in panic. You, in turn, tell him about how you don’t want to come back to office paperwork when you’ve been having the time of your life getting your feet in the sand all day. 

“I wish we could stay here forever,” he sighs, seemingly in a haze as the night breeze grazes his hair. “It’s been really fun just doing anything and everything with you.”

You take the chance to finally, actually look at Soobin. He towers over you, looking you straight in the eye like he doesn’t know your heart is about to beat out of your chest every time he does so. His hair is messy from the wind, the outline of his face perfectly chiseled by the moonlight gracing his skin.

In that moment, you know something starts shifting between your feelings and your ever-so rational mind. You can’t help it. Not when he’s looking at you like you hung up the moon. Not when his beauty is one you would only find once in a lifetime.

You’re done for.

Despite this, you push your thoughts down your throat, managing to whisper, “I’ll really miss you when we go our separate ways, you know?”

He chuckles, “Because I’m the only male friend you have that actually takes good photos of you?”

“Your words, not mine.”

He beams teasingly before adding, “I’ll miss you too. A lot.”

Suddenly confronted with the vulnerability of your words, you tear your eyes away from him and start kicking sand beneath your feet, “I don’t know why I got sappy, sorry. I still have 2 days with you.”

“It’s cute,” Soobin reassures you. As a friend would, right? You don’t want to overthink it. “I never would have thought we’d warm up to each other so fast, but maybe I was meant to meet you on this trip.”

“Just so you have someone to buy you vinegar for your jellyfish stings?”

“That, and we make quite a good pair for people who only met at the start of this week.” Your heart feels like it’s being tugged from all sides, painfully reminded of the fact that you’ve grown attached to him in such a short period of time.

Right. You really shouldn’t get too attached to someone who will be an ocean away by the following week.

Your forlorn musings are interrupted by the chants of people that cut through the bubble you and Soobin have placed yourselves in. He flashes an ever so sweet smile at you, taking your hand in his.

“You ready to get absolutely shitfaced?”

The world is spinning before your eyes.

“Sooooobieeee” you slur out, arm snugly wrapped around his. “Let’s drink more!”

You don’t know how much alcohol is flowing through your bloodstream, but it was enough for you to cling into Soobin like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. Literally. If it weren’t for him, you would have fallen face flat into the ground.

He squeaks, “No more! You’re red all over!”

“And you’re not!” you pout, “It’s like I’m the only one having fun!”

You would have thought he was starting to get sick of you if it weren’t for his grip tightening before he says, “I’m having fun. But-”

“Soobin. Soobin. I’m going to throw up.”

He mutters a profanity in his native language, dragging you up so gently and guiding you somewhere your inebriated mind couldn’t fathom. It’s only when you breathe in the stench that you piece out that he had taken you to the bathroom (more specifically, the line of people leading to it.)

“Don’t barf on me, please,” Soobin practically begs, rubbing circles on your back as you lean further into his grip, dopey smile plastered on your face as you admire him from the angle below.

“You’re really, really, reallyyyy cute, Soobie,” you squeeze the bicep you’re clinging onto, making the man shriek in surprise. “How are you even real?”

He chooses to look away from your eyes that keep raking all over him, cheeks now a carmine red. 

“I told you earlier that you didn’t look too bad yourself, but I wanted to tell you that you looked absolutely fucking beautiful. Far prettier than me. Even though I spent so long trying to look cute for you,” you stumble over your words as he keeps his hold on your waist. You don’t even notice that it was your turn to enter the bathroom when he sighs and escorts you inside, oblivious to the stares you got from stepping inside together. 

He positions you so that you’re hunched over the toilet, his annoyingly long legs folded to keep you at eye level while he bunches your hair up. As your drunkenness wills, you expel the intoxication out of your system as Soobin wipes the sweat off your face and neck. When all is done, you look at him and weakly ask for toilet paper to wipe your face with, to which he takes it upon himself to do it for you, gingerly padding over your mouth and tear-stained cheeks.

“All okay?” Soobin asks as he throws the toilet paper away and tidies up the bathroom the best he could.

“Mhm,” you purr, latching onto his arm as he opens the door, receiving pointed stares from the people witnessing you step outside together. You were all oblivious to it, wanting nothing but to curl up into the heat his body tenders. He’s silent as you stumble over your feet, and yet he traces his arm back around your waist once more.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you back.”

“But you haven’t even drank that much yet!”

“I’m not a heavy drinker.”

You sulk as he maneuvers you all the way back to your hotel room. 

When he sets you down on the bed, your frown only gets deeper. He’s immediately rummaging through your bathroom, hurriedly asking where your cleansing wipes are before you succumb to slumber, and returns to your side albeit not telling him where it was. It’s funny, really, the way you could see yourselves falling into this routine in the future. A future that seems so out of reach, if only you wouldn’t be miles away from each other when all this is done.

“Stay still,” Soobin whispers, as if terrified of breaking through the air of tenderness sifting through your hotel room. He holds your face so delicately as he drags the makeup off of your lethargic state. He’s merely inches away and yet he seems so far from your reach. 

“Soobin,” you let out, almost a pained, yearning whimper. You feel his fingers tremble against your cheek before he resumes his ministrations with a simple hum. “You’re even prettier up close.”

Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Maybe it’s all those talks with Karina. Maybe it’s the rare occurrence of you acting according to impulse– but you close the distance between the two of you, letting out a contented sigh as you feel his plump lips against yours. 

The problem is Soobin stays unmoving.

You pull away, shame overcoming the entirety of your system.

“Soobin, I’m sor-”

“Good night,” he replies curtly.

All inebriety has fallen out of the window as you lay down, pulling the sheets all over yourself. You pray this was all just a dream. That you had actually dozed off as he was busying himself on tidying the makeup off your face. 

The last thing you hear before sleep overcomes you are his faint footsteps and the clicking of your door.

page.soobin: let me know if you’re awake

                     : i bought painkillers for you

                     : i’ll come by then

It’s half past 3 in the afternoon when you awake from your slumber, groaning as you curse yourself for drinking like a maniac the previous night. You simply blink at Soobin’s texts, about to reply when you recall all the humiliation you put yourself in. 

Fuck. Fuck. You’re fucked.

page.soobin: you awake?

                     : you have read receipts on by the way

Great.

: i just woke up

: it’s fine i can manage

: you don’t have to come over

page.soobin: stop

                     : at least let me take care of you

: i’m okay, soobin

: i swear

page.soobin: i’m still dropping by

                     : elevator rn

It all happens so quickly. One second you’re grimacing at the thought of seeing him in your disheveled and oh-so dreadfully humiliated state, and the next you’re opening the door for him. He’s dressed in a baggy shirt and shorts, hair disheveled as if he’s been running his hands through it the whole while. 

“You should have gone out instead of worrying about my hungover,” you grumble under your breath, eyes not daring to land on him.

“Go out? Without you?” He says it like nothing significant happened between the two of you just hours ago.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that…”

Soobin puffs out a breath he’s been keeping for God knows how long. 

“Listen-”

“We don’t have to talk about it, Soobin. I’m really sorry. We should just forget that ever happened and just go our separate ways for the rest of our days here.”

Your mind is in shambles as he stares blankly, debating what to say next.

“Please look at me.”

You can’t deny his request when his voice sounds like it’s about to break. When your eyes meet for the first time since last night, everything just comes crashing out on you. He’s staring so intently, you fear you’ll break upon his gaze.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That you find me beautiful,” he pauses before adding, “That you tried to look pretty for me.”

You grimace at his prodding. “Why would I not mean it?”

“You were drunk.”

“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m lying.”

Just like that, another awkward silence falls upon you. You could only hear his shallow breaths, like he was holding himself back. You pray he doesn’t hear the buzzing in your brain.

“I wanted to kiss you,” he professes matter-of-factly.

“You didn’t kiss me back.”

“I didn’t want our first kiss to be of us being drunk.”

You’re dumbfounded as you took in his feverish appearance. 

“So, if you’ll let me,” he murmurs, “I’d like to have a do-over.”

This time, it wasn’t you who closed the distance between your lips. In a matter of seconds, all of you is filled with him. Soobin. Soobin, who didn’t want to make a move in fear of you not reciprocating. Soobin, who was patient enough to care for you in the most minuscule of ways. Soobin, who you have at the palm of your hand, giving you himself wholeheartedly. Soobin, who has yearned for you all this time.

His soft lips glide against yours so smoothly, his hands eventually slotting around the curve of your waist to pull you in closer. Kissing him felt like coming home. Pressed up against him is where you wanted to be forever.

Soobin pushes you to lay on the bed, with him following suit. He’s careful not to put his whole weight on you, but even so, you feel suffocated by the affection bubbling within you. He’s all yours, albeit just for this moment. 

“Soob,” you manage to mewl out against the kisses he is peppering all over your collarbone.

“You alright, baby?” The endearment is enough to make your legs buckle around his waist, wanting to pull him in closer.

“More than alright,” you gasp as he grazes his teeth against your neck, leaving love bites. “I just can’t believe you’re mine today.”

He furrows his eyebrows, halting his actions, “Today?”

“Today,” you frown. “Last full day together and we’re back to our old lives.”

His eyes soften immediately, brushing the strands of hair from your face before he speaks, “It doesn’t have to be just today. I’m yours evermore.”

“But-”

“I’ll visit you every now and then. You can show me around your hometown, and I’ll fly you out to mine,” he traces his finger against your cheek, “And then you’ll meet Tori. I swear you’ll fall in love with her. And we’ll have all the time to ourselves.”

You snicker, “Do you say that to the girls back home too?”

Soobin chuckles in response, a low humming in his chest, “Home is with you.” 

You feel like you’re going insane as you pull him in once more, so overwhelmed with the infatuation. Your kisses escalate from shy smacks to a full-blown makeout session, eliciting soft groans from the man looming above you. The way you touch each other feels as though you’re trying to memorize the feel of your bodies, your hands making their way to the skin of his chest under his shirt.

“Take it off if you want to, baby,” he prompts, half-teasing and half-desperate. You catch your breath before tugging on it, motioning for him to help you in pulling it over his head. Every part of him looks like it was sculpted by the gods so intricately. You really can’t believe he’s yours for the taking. 

“You look like you’re about to devour me,” he teases.

“I am about to devour you.”

He moans at your words, taking you aback.

“You’re into that?”

“Only if it’s you.”

You don’t know how much time passes– all you know is that your clothes ended up on the floor and he’s inching his long fingers into your heat. His eyebrows are knit as he presses each knuckle to your walls, while you are left to whimper helplessly. His pace picks up, making your face scrunch up from the pleasure.

“Soo- baby, no,” you have a death grip on his arm, trying to stop him.

“Hurts?”

“No, good,” you swivel your hips, “Just want you inside.”

He gulps, a rush of heat going straight to his groin. “Condom?”

It’s irresponsible, really. Despite having previous experiences, you’ve never done it without. You don’t know why, but your brain compels you to heave in response, “No. I want all of you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Death by dick seems pleasurable.”

Soobin almost can’t believe the humor laced in your words when he’s about to fuck the living daylights out of you, “Don’t die on me.”

He pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking himself. He’s achingly hard, and it took everything in you not to shoot up and beg him to let you have a taste.

“Soobin, you’re huge.”

“More surface area for me to love you with.”

You were about to shoot him a cringed out look when he guided his tip to your entrance. Both your faces scrunch up in pleasure despite the lack of penetration.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Baby,” your chest heaves, “I need you. I thought I made that clear.”

He beams, a stark contrast to him starting to inch through your insides. He’s biting his lip as he holds your hips down, “You’re- fuck.”

Your brain has officially melted into a puddle when he manages to fit everything inside. He gives you time to adjust to the intrusion, pecking your face all over. You swear this is the closest thing to paradise.

And he’s not far off. You notice how his knuckles are turning white from gripping your hips so tautly, trying to ground himself.

When you give him the signal to move, Soobin swears he could almost finish from the first thrust. He’s almost whining from the all-consuming pleasure, thrusts going from the softest brushes against your walls to calculated presses against the deepest parts of you. Soon enough, you’re babbling against his collarbone, leaving your own marks on his ivory skin. He’s yours, yours, yours.

“Fuck,” Soobin sobs, “I just want to stay like this forever.”

You can’t even bring yourself to respond verbally, resorting to clenching around him. His sobs grow even louder, hips unrelenting against yours. You wish you had met back in your hometown. You wish he was easily within your reach. You wish you had the liberty of being tangled up with him for the rest of your life. You don’t want to let him go. What can you do when the only person you’ve allowed yourself to feel everything and anything for lives oceans away?

“Baby,” your voice is weak as you scratch up his back, tugging on his nape. “About to cum.”

This only eggs him on faster, now slamming his hips roughly as he chases your orgasm. “F-fuck. I-inside?”

You hum, locking your legs tighter around his waist, “Nowhere else. N-need to have a piece of you with- in me before we fly back tomorrow.”

Your words seem to do wonders for Soobin. Your orgasm hits you at the same time he spills his warmth deep inside. You would’ve teased him about how he came so much if you weren’t twitching from the aftershocks of your release. He stays inside as the two of you unwind, him drawing circles against your hips, trying to soothe it from his death grip from earlier.

“You alright?” he mumbles against your neck, lapping at it gently. You hum in response, running your fingers through his tousled hair. You lay in silence, relishing in each other’s body warmth under the covers. He kisses the top of your head from time to time, breathing in your scent.

“I smell like vomit,” you grimace.

“You smell like sex.”

You roll your eyes, “That too. But I’m too lazy to take a shower. Just want to be with you.”

He taps your thigh, smirking, “Just say you want to take a shower with me.”

And that, you did. He takes his time with you, locking you in his embrace as the water simmers through your bare bodies. Mundane as it is, you bask in the feel of his body pressed against yours. You’d do anything to live in this moment eternally.

When it was time to fly back home, it took everything in you not to lock yourself inside Soobin’s luggage. You had walked hand in hand, waiting for each other’s flights back home. He kept kissing your knuckles, hushing sweet nothings. When your flight had been announced for boarding, you had cried in his arms, desperately wanting to take him with you. Soobin, ever the mediator, kisses the top of your head, promising to be by your side in a few months’ time. You don’t dare to look back when you enter the gate. You’re scared you’ll fall into another fit of sobs.

It’s been 5 months since, and you’re lounging on your couch, waiting for Soobin’s daily good morning message. He had been consistent in giving you even the smallest details of his life, the highlight of each of your days being the video call you hop on for your debriefings until you fall asleep. 

soob ♡: good morning

            : the heat is killing me

Your face lights up as his name pops up on your screen.

: good morning <3

: it’s 17° in seoul though?

soob ♡: wanna see something funny?

: baby it’s too early for your league of legends gameplay

soob ♡: heyyy :( 

            : but please say yes

            : this isn’t related to league i swear

: ?

: okay yes i wanna know something funny

soob ♡: okay maybe this is borderline creepy instead of funny

            : [Sent a photo attachment.]

You shriek as you open the photo, feet immediately waddling over to your front door.

There he is.

Soobin has a large grin on his face when his eyes land on you, a bouquet of lilies in his hand extended towards you. Even so, your favorite flowers dull in comparison to your favorite boy. The bouquet is all forgotten on the ground when you run to his embrace, one that you’ve been longing for. You don’t care if the neighbors could hear your squealing throughout the apartment hallway. He’s here. He’s here. He’s here, and he’s finally all yours.

You can’t help but feel a bit rude as you ring off the order Yoon gave you. He’s meeting with investors who are long term partners with the company so they’re used to being treated like royalty everytime they walk into the building. You’re partly surprised there’s not a red carpet rolled out for them when they arrive.

Or that you’re not expected to kiss their feet…

The barista at the register smiles politely when you rattle off your extensive order. You apologise with a hushed voice as Yoon rambles to you from your phone but she offers you a reassured nod, simply used to the demanding nature of finance bros and whatnot. The company card is swiped with a resounding ‘ping!’ and a stressed smile from your part.

Yoon is still rambling and you’ve lost track of what it is exactly. Between the swears and curses of being up so early and having to pander after these people he finally asks how long you’ll take.

Any other time you’d appreciate the cafe. Its minimalist nature is especially appealing in the early morning, nothing too loud or stimulating to look at. But with the buzzing in your ear and the stressful atmosphere you want to be anywhere but here.

“Yes, Mr. Yoon. They’re making it now — no, they’re not scheduled to arrive until 8:40. Yes, I’ll be at the office around 8:30.” Your reply is almost robotic as you feel the last shred of your humanity get torn away. Yoon sighs and accepts your answer, mumbling on about something else as the sound of rustling paper accompanies his voice. You hum and watch lazily as the barista pours your steaming coffees in to-go cups.

A snicker behind you makes your fingers twitch around your device. You excuse yourself for Yoon, explaining that the coffees are ready and you need two hands to carry them. He curtly hangs up on you which would usually irritate you but you’re more annoyed at the stranger laughing at your phone call.

You spin on your heel and expect to face something like a cocky, 5’7 finance bro who finds it particularly funny when he sees female assistants running around. Unfortunately, that’s came from personal experience despite the fact you’re a damn secretary! A fiery retort sits at the tip of your tongue as you turn your neck to face the male behind you.

You almost pale when you notice the familiar lanyard hanging around the neck of the stranger that allows employees into the office building. Your eyes trail up the broad chest of the tall man until you catch his face. He laughs when the strain between your eye drops.

It’s like a model just stepped out of the cover for GQ magazine and landed at your feet.

Tall, dark and handsome. Is this a reoccurring theme with yourself? First Soobin and now this guy with the hottest cocky smirk on his face and an attractively tall nose that makes your mind wander.

You can’t help the bubbling heat that swarms to your cheeks when you fully take in his stupidly handsome face. The irritated expression drops from your face and morphs into a furious pout as you snap back towards the counter, hands sweaty with nerves as the barista sets your cups into a takeaway tray.

Fuck my life and fuck this guy for being hot. Why the fuck does he have to work at the company. Why have I never seen his stupid fucking face before!

The barista barely squeezes enjoy! out before you’re swiftly grabbing the tray and squeezing through the crowded floor. She blinks but moves onto the next order, languidly calling out a name that you don’t care to catch.

Not only are you embarrassed that you almost lost your cool at a stupid laugh but the guy works at your stupid company and his stupid face is stupidly hot. You cannot afford to make more enemies in work — not hot ones.

You weave and dodge customers, head angled so you don’t have to make awkward eye contact with the guy again.

“Awe fuck my life.” You grumble to yourself as you struggle with the cafe door. Your eyes dart around, hoping to see someone else coming to open it for you or a ledge to set your drinks on. You sigh, shifting your weight on one foot as you attempt to steady the tray on one hand to open the door and—

“Here, I‘ve got you.” The cuff of a familiar shirt grabs the pole attached the door just above you. You step back and glance at the same guy you just sheepishly ran away from. Your eyes fall to the cups in your hands as you whisper a a pathetic thank you.

The man nods to motion you to step out of the door. It’s only now that you realise you’re both going to be walking to the same exact place.

You’re tense. Your shoulders subconsciously raise as you try to ignore the brick wall of tension between you and the taller man. You try to focus on the click of your heels or the jingle of the keys in your bag but your brain keeps throwing reminders of the guys features to the front of your mind.

“Sorry, for laughing at you earlier. Just made me laugh that Yoon is a dick.” He sparks up conversation as he falls into step with you. You chew on your lip as you fight back the embarrassment threatening to crawl up your throat. You cannot feel like this today when Yoon is one bad meeting away from beating your ass — and you from chugging the bottle of wine in your fridge later.

You hum, though. Politeness being drilled into you as a child is your worst enemy. You wish you could just ignore people when they speak to you but your body screams and urges you to say at least something.

You sigh, “Not like I’m not used to it. I guess.” The reply is nothing short of monotone. Any other time you’d probably add in a laugh to soften the blow but it’s far too early for this and your nerves are fried already.

The nameless man says nothing in response. You can’t particularly blame him because you wouldn’t know what to say either. He continues to walk with you, leisurely sipping at his coffee.

When the building comes into view you feel a bit of relief. The suited man grabs his ID and scans it at the door before stepping aside to let you in. You nod and shoot him a polite smile, eyes betraying you as they linger a little too long on his face.

He has a mole on his nose. Cute.

Yena, the cute and bubbly receptionist greets you brightly. There’s no time to stop your walk as you warmly greet her back, laughing a little as she takes in your frazzled state. She shouts ‘good luck!’ towards you as she waves you off. Besides Soobin, Yena was your only shred of friendship inside your workplace.

Luckily enough most staff are at their allocated spots by this time. With one glance at the clock placed between the two main elevators, a shred of hope finally presents itself to you.

08:25

“I promise I’m not following you.” Never mind. An airy laugh eerily familiar to the one you heard earlier causes another curse to fall from your more. Your eyes squeeze together as you attempt to pull together a more forgiving expression.

You offer him a half assed laugh. It’s more of a breathy exhale but it’s suffices. The doors open and you’re forced into the small space with him.

“Small world.” You muse as he presses the same floor button that you were going to press. You try to eye his ID but it’s flipped around, blank side facing out. He hums as he sips at his coffee once again.

For a minute the only sound that fills the small space is the gentle humming of the lift and the dinging of each floor. A few people step in and out, using the lift instead of the stairs for a simple floor difference which makes you and the nameless man side eye each other comically.

He coughs as he checks his watch.

The man clears his throat after the other employee leaves the lift. You quick a brow as you look at him, feeling a little less tense than earlier.

“I hope Yoon’s meeting goes well for your sake..” He attempts to make a joke, cringing lightly when you don’t react for a second. You smile at his attempt to create a friendly bridge between you both, “I’ve uh… heard his crashouts.”

That makes you snicker. Truthfully they’re not that bad but it is slightly nerve wrecking. You appreciate his jest.

“They’re something, aren’t they?” You giggle as you eye the floor you’re on. Three away. You readjust the drinks in your arms.

“I’m y/n, by the way. Your name?” You introduce yourself confidently. The way you practiced when you walked in for your interview. The man shoots you a charming smile, “Kai. Nice meeting you properly, y/n. I’ve only heard whispers about the pretty secretary.”

The casualness of Kai’s reply makes your splutter nervously. If you weren’t holding onto the tray so securely you would’ve dropped them from shock. Stupidly, you mumble a meek thanks as you pray for the floor to swallow you. Unlike with Soobin, you don’t care that he’s told you that the office gossips about you.

The lift dings as it reaches your desired floor. Kai walks away casually, leaving you in a flustered state. You barely choke out a reply before you’re forcing yourself out of the lift.

Who the fuck just says that casually?

“So how’d it go?” The crunch of the lettuce under your fork answers Soobin’s question. He’s been watching you angrily stab at the food for the last 10 minutes without much of a word about your day. He cringes when a particularly crunchy crouton cracks under the pressure.

“Tell me, Soobin. Do I have the word ‘dickhead’ written on my fucking forehead?” You scowl as you throw the fork against the styrofoam box. Soobin blinks in surprise, mouth gaping at your uncharacteristic outburst. You groan as you drop your head into your hands, mind swirling with stress.

To say Yoon’s interview didn’t go as planned was an understatement. You’re not entirely sure what happened but whatever direction Yoon wanted to take the company did not align with the investors ideas and a professional fight ensued. You don’t know if they pulled out of investing or not but you were practically berated to send emails and beg for them to reconsider any actions they may take. It didn’t help that while Yoon was in the meeting you had to reschedule his books for next week because he agreed to an event that clashed with previously scheduled meetings.

It was just a shit show.

“That bad, huh?” Soobin frowns at your slumped shoulders. You raise your head to look at him, lips pouted and eyes hooded from exhaustion. Soobin offers you a supportive smile but it doesn’t do much.

“You wouldn’t believe it. I had a shit morning too. Made myself look stupid in front of a guy who worked here and then we got off at the same floor. Why is this my luck?” Soobin laughs a little at your whining. When you shoot him a glare he ceases his laughter with a humorous side eye, sipping at his iced americano. You let your drink sweat sadly beside you. You don’t deserve your nice, freshly prepared drink. Watered down coffee it is for you.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. Who was it?” Soobin attempts to soothe your thoughts. You slump back against your seat and glance towards the break room door.

“I think it was like… Kai? He’s tall… tall nose too.” You add the extra detail like it’ll help Soobin. Said man’s eyes light up when he recognises the name.

“Huening Kai!” He gasps excitedly, “We’re actually good friends. He’s Head of Human Resources.” He beams excitedly while your heart drops 10 feet deeper than what it already has today alone. You can’t help when your face drops. Of course these two know each other.

And the fact you almost shot yourself in the foot with the head of HR too.

“Oh my God. Kill me now.” When will the ground just take you? Soobin chooses to ignore your comment and instead flicks out his wrist to check the time. He chooses to ignore a lot of things from you.

You still can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not.

Your phone dings with a notification. It’s a message from Yoon asking for printed copies of the numbers sent by accounting. No rest for the wicked, you guess.

“Break time over?” Soobin asks as he watches you gather your belongings. You nod as you dump your boxes in the bin, grabbing your drink and phone once your hands are free.

“Yeah. Old guy needs me to print stuff he won’t look at twice. Talk to you later?” Soobin nods as you walk away. The friendship between you and Soobin is easy. You thank Mr. Kim everyday for being busy that one day you needed help.

You forgot how loud the office is when you first leave the break room. It’s anxiety inducing and overly stimulating after such a calm lunch.

The walk to the printer is always daunting. Lines of desks trail up the path and the whispers and pointed glares have not gotten easier to deal with yet. In fact, since a few stragglers have seen you on lunch with Soobin there’s been a bit of rumour between you both. You don’t mind and Soobin either doesn’t know or doesn’t care, but the attention still makes your skin prick and hairs stand on end when someone’s eyes linger too long.

They don’t even try to hide when they cup their mouth to whisper something to their neighbour.

You try to suck it up and shoot a friendly smile. Kill them with kindness, something one of your friends said as a joke but you hope it works. You bin your empty drink as you round the corner to the main printing room and wipe your hands on the fabric of your skirt.

The printer has already began humming with your order. It’s just 10 pages, shouldn’t take long but that’s not exactly an easy task for you. You should’ve known that today wouldn’t be exactly easy. The domino effect seems to follow you everywhere in life.

Errr. Schfwap! Zerrk.

A harmony of concerning mechanic noises sounds from the printer which pulls you from your daze. You blink, head turning so fast a warm pain spreads in your lower neck. Your hand cups your neck as you witness the frightening sight of the printer spluttering on your paper, ink smudging and painting the tray with streaks of black ink.

“Oh fuck! No, no, no, no, no!” You cry as you fumble with the small touch screen mounted on the side of the printer. It presents an error screen with no option to click out of it. It doesn’t stop you from banging on it anyway.

It continues to hum as it tries to print more pages. All you can do is whine pathetically as you watch it ruin your life. Not only have you fucked your day over, this is another tally against your name in this office.

It fucking sucks having nothing work out for yourself.

It’s stupid but you feel the tears burn in your eyes before you can stop it. Your face feels impossibly warm, heating with frustration and the emerging feeling of uselessness. The tears begin to blur your vision the longer you stare at the whizzing machine.

It’s the stuff like this that makes your efforts feel fruitless. Your efforts to be the professional person you know you can be. It makes your eyes sting more.

“Damn, bad paper jam?” A low whistle resounds in the office. You gasp, tears spilling past your lashes when you blink suddenly. You’re glad you’re wearing long sleeves because it’s easy to soak up the few stray tears that beaded down your face.

“Uhm… yeah.” You mumble dejectedly. You hope you don’t look like you’ve been crying as you spin on your heel, ready to face whoever is about to blab that you’re crying at a simple paper jam.

“This stupid machine loves to just eat pap— woah. Are you crying?” Of course it’s fucking Kai. Your fingers instinctively reach from your cheeks where the damp trails of tears still soak onto your skin. You shake your head meekly despite the obvious lie.

“No. Just uh… allergies.” You shrug out an excuse. Kai’s grip loosens around the clipboard he’s holding as he takes in your pitiful state. You’re not the same frazzled woman who was carrying coffee too hot to be safe to handle - or the same woman who talked to the CEO like you weren’t scared of his position over you in the cafe. Instead you’re here, defeated by a machine that’s still eating your paper.

“Allergies to a printer?” Kai jokes softly as he sets his clipboard against the desk next to the printer. You nod, sniffing pathetically like some butthurt kid.

You’re so defeated that you don’t care anymore. The usual shame and embarrassment that would consume your entire being is nothing compared to the utterly despairing worthlessness that you feel now. Why does nothing go to plan for you? Even a stupid fucking printer is working against you.

Kai wordlessly motions for you to move out of the way. He expertly messes with the physical panel next to the screen, opening it and fiddling with the physical buttons.

The whirring stops but he continues messing with it. You blink back the leftover tears as he continues to do his work.

Your arms across over your chest as you watch him work devotedly. He pulls the crunched paper from the printing tray and wipes the wet ink from his hand onto his black slacks. The action looks second nature to him.

He reloads the paper tray and presses a few more buttons before clicking the panel closed. He glances at you as he clicks on the touch screen and the printer starts humming again.

Slowly, it prints your paper again. This time nothing gets stuck and a warm stack of paper is presented swiftly to you by a smiling Kai.

You’re lost for words as you accept the warm paper.

“The printer always jams, I guess you were just the unlucky soul this time.” Kai muses and glances over to the printer as it begins humming with his order.

“Thank you, Kai. Really.” You thank softly, “I’m sorry. I don’t usually cry like this.”

You hope he believes you. You hope he doesn’t see you as a crybaby.

“Don’t worry.” Kai replies tenderly, his warm smile washing away a fraction of your worries. It’s quite a contradiction to the interaction earlier. You feel bad for being so cold at the start of the day.

“N-No. Really I—“ Kai cuts you off for the second time today, placing a hand on your shoulder. It startles you enough for your lips to close curiously. He continues, “I get it. Allergies, remember?” He taps a finger against his nose.

A smile cracks on your face. It’s small but it’s real.

“Yeah, allergies.”

masterlist

YOUR CLOCK MUST BE MALFUNCTIONING AT THIS POINT. Sweeping your gaze around the room, you know that the people in front of you are thinking the same. Today was your scheduled presentation for the promotion to the open Head Manager position. In a confident stance, you are beyond prepared. This is what you have been working on for the last two months. Safe to say that you have finished it with overbearing satisfaction after long nights of research and proper practice.

But of course, what is a corporate life without misfortune and bad luck?

Because out of the thirty days of the month, your boss really chose this day to show up late in your office. It slowly melts your bottled courage and sanctioned words. Your boss, Beomgyu, was never late for any meetings. More so in an important presentation such as yours. He already gave you his word last week as you finalized this specific schedule.

Chewing your lips, your thighs have been bouncing for almost twenty minutes now. Eyes locked into the empty hallway, carrying a silent hope that Beomgyu will show himself in a blink. The soft hum of the projector, alongside the subtle buzz of the aircon, filled the quiet room. The other panels momentarily glared at their watches or scrolled through their phones to pass the time.

Soon, Mr. Jung, one of the department heads, cleared his throat to gather everyone’s attention. Your shoulders dropped from their composed poise, almost certain that he would have your presentation rescheduled because of one person’s doing.

You are gritting your teeth as you try to force a smile, meeting his impatient eyes. He was about to speak when the glass door swung open, revealing a disheveled Beomgyu with his forehead creased and sweat gliding down his temple. All the attention went to him, even holding your crumpled report in hand before carelessly sitting in his assigned chair.

What a way to enter your already ruined presentation.

“Are you all gonna stare at me?” Beomgyu’s deep, demanding voice bombarded the hall, nearly making the person close to you flinch. “Or are we gonna start this presentation?”

Despite being in a state of shock, your body moves before your mind does. Still processing how obnoxious he could be to barge in here, lash out at all of you when he is the one who arrived late. You connected your laptop to the projector before you silently observed the room—some of them are as confused as you are, while some are generally amused by how Beomgyu is acting.

Because he was never like this. He was known as that happy-go-lucky boss who has patience bigger than the firm he is handling. He never did this to past presentations you have been to, he was rarely late, and he never ever looked at you with those dark, glaring eyes as if you would never get things right in your whole life.

“Good day, dearest colleagues, especially to our respective heads. I am—”

“We all know who you are. Please get straight to the point.”

Your mouth hangs open as you stop yourself from scoffing. Beomgyu has his back against the swivel chair, looking at your improper state on the other end of the table. He is getting on your nerves. A fake smile forms on your lips before you turn into the next slide.

“Sure, sir,” You replied, voice tight yet controlled. “I want to begin my presentation by explaining my current position in the—”

Beomgyu audibly sighed, once again interrupting your flow. “The time scheduled for this presentation was only 45 minutes, correct?” He queried, brows furrowing while his eyes questioned the other people inside the room.

“Am I correct?” He repeated, tone going a pitch higher.

Holding on to your last strand of patience, you took a small breath. “Yes, sir.” You answered on behalf of everyone, fist tightly closed to remind yourself of the situation you are in.

You cannot snap at him. Not for now, at least.

“Then why are you not maximizing your time appropriately?” He snarled at you, intently scanning your figure before shifting in his chair. “You are aware that we have already read your report before this meeting, yes?”

His tone remains conceited, fingers now flipping through the pages before tilting his head at the question. Even if you are on the verge of bursting out, you gave him a stiff nod. His tongue poked out his cheeks, “If so, please continue with the reason why you deserve this position.”

You could feel the pitiful looks of your workmates, with some of the heads watching your poor self being rebuked even if your presentation hadn't started yet. The simmering annoyance in your chest has been bubbling, silently reminding you to keep things professional as you are still inside the office premises.

The silence stretches for somber countable minutes. And, under impulsive thinking, you closed your laptop shut. Beomgyu has his gaze locked on your actions, the hint of curiosity behind it almost made you chuckle.

“With all due respect,” You start, directly glaring at him from the other side. “I believe that I deserve this position because I know very well how to juggle my responsibilities no matter how overwhelming they may be.” A small smirk formed on your lips, proudly watching how every word you utter slowly drains the color out of his face.

“And, if you were to consider my credentials, I have a lot of experience in putting people back in their place.” Your smirk grew wider when his pupils began to roam around the place, now unable to maintain eye contact with you. The tension inside the room grew heavy as no one dared to speak after you, some were even entertained by the somewhat spectacle happening in the meeting. And if they only knew the meaning behind your words, their jaws would probably drop to the ground for good, too.

Because the truth is, no matter how many people have perceived him as the perfect boss, he would always come back to you to hang his tongue in exchange for a tiny taste of pleasure. Plus, considering how he whimpers at your mercy after work hours, he doesn't have the right to humiliate you like this.

Since, as per his preference, that is your job.

With Beomgyu going restless in his chair, you cannot help but push his buttons even more. “Some in this room have experienced it firsthand.” You offered a sly smile to everyone in the room, keeping the subtext between you two subtle to avoid any suspicion.

“Which, for what I know, would be a great asset to our firm.”

Silence once again enveloped the room, with several panels giving Beomgyu short glances to check if he was satisfied with your answer. Your boss seems to grow unfocused—breathes heavily with his hand fidgeting above the table. He almost looked like he forgot where he was. Your heart swelled at his posture, knowing his body well enough to recognize those familiar movements.

He is getting turned on. Pathetically so.

“May I entertain some more questions?” You gestured, not letting his horniness ruin this presentation for you. However, they all relied on their answer on Beomgyu, who has his head hanging low. All of these are really getting on your nerves, but still, you managed to steady your poise as the silence continued to ensue.

He spoiled your presentation, and you will make sure that he pays for it.

“CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PRESENTATION.”

“You nailed that! If I were you, I would die.”

“Looking forward to being your subordinate, ma'am!”

An obligatory smile is displayed on your lips while your colleagues leave the meeting room. The 45 minutes just ended, and you are now gathering your things while you entertain their comments. You are glad that some heads managed to share their insights about your report, whereas Beomgyu has failed to do so.

Obviously not when you could imagine how embarrassingly hard he must be under the table.

“Thank you, I’ll see you all at lunch.” You replied to each of them, zipping your laptop bag before you turned your gaze at the empty meeting hall. The only ones left are you and your pathetic boss who still can't bring himself to stand up from his chair. For a moment, his eyes met yours, but he instantly looked away. The scoff that you kept on yourself finally spilled out, palms resting at your hips as you gawked at him. Slowly, you walked towards him, heels clanking on the marbled floor.

“Glad you stayed, sir,” You spoke in a tone a bit more fluid than usual. Beomgyu's stare remained on the floor, stripes of sweat gliding on from his forehead the moment you stood beside him.

“Don't you think we have some talking to do?” A giggle almost slipped past your lips when you saw an anxious gulp in his throat, a hand finding the headrest of his swivel chair. You gave the chair a gentle push, forcing him to gradually face you.

“Ha—hm?” Beomgyu's voice got strained in his throat, lips trembling before his eyes finally leveled yours. You cannot help but observe this overall figure that you failed to do when he abruptly arrived. His eyes are heavy, and his skin is nearly pale. His dark brown orbs are also dilated, as if no thoughts are lingering in his head.

Most importantly, his legs are tightly shut. Almost making his stained crotch go past your stare.

“Oh, wow,” The hint of amusement was evident in your voice, brows creasing at the sight. “Did all my talk really make you soil on your slacks?”

A dark chuckle erupts from you when he remains quiet. You leaned in your body closer, lessening the gap between your faces that made him twitch in his seat. “You seem to lose your cool, sir,” You grinned, pushing your knee between his thighs to open his legs wide. He whined at the sudden force, immediately shifting his gaze to the empty hallway to see if anyone was around.

You mimic his actions, slowly dragging your knee to rub his clothed cock. “What do you think your employees would say when they saw how horndog their boss is?” You teased, pressing it a little bit harder.

Low grumbles came from him, trembling hands trying to reach for your exposed thighs as your pencil skirt had hiked up. His palms are cold, weakly trying to get you off his crotch before someone else sees.

“We hah—agreed that…” The panic in his face was ultimately hilarious, especially when your hand starts to cup his cheeks. Applying enough pressure for him to feel your demanding presence, but not tight enough to hurt his flustered flesh.

“Agreed to what?” You whispered, smirking at how hard his cock is under the subtle touch of your knee. “No… No touching in the office?” He hesitantly answered, giving you a short glimpse before bringing his eyes back into the hallway. It was indeed fun to see him be anxious, but you are still pissed about what he did earlier.

You pushed his cheeks harshly, making him softly whine. Then, you stood straight, tugging his arms to force him to stand up. “Be a good boy and fetch the room’s remote.” You spat directly in his ear, using his favorite pet name to leave no room for him to say no. Beomgyu nods at your command, even stumbling forward when you suddenly push him out of the way.

Hastily sitting in his chair, you watched as he timidly reached for the remote control, giving the hallway small looks to keep an eye on other employees. With the remote in hand, he was about to walk when you stopped him with your glare.

“What?” His voice is relatively small, clutching the remote like it is his weapon against you.

“Lock the door.” Beomgyu’s eyes widen at the request, then he blinks at you like he is doubting your words. He seems to be double-thinking whether he should follow your demand, and it just irritates you how it makes him more desirable in your mind.

He is such a beautiful prey in wolf's clothing.

“Would you really keep mommy waiting here?” You sweetly muttered, using his other weakness against him. Beomgyu hurriedly shook his head, frantically walking towards the door to lock it from the inside. Soon, he arrived in front of you, offering the remote as if it were his mere duty to serve you.

“Good Beomie…” You quipped, grabbing the remote to switch the room's clear glass walls into opaque, tinted glass, keeping the situation between you two. Even if you want to humiliate him in front of everyone, you still have some self-decency to maintain your professional image. Beomgyu warily watched the walls, once more anxiously gulping as seconds passed by.

The moment that the walls had fully transitioned, you swiftly grasped his tie, pulling him closer to you. And Beomgyu, ultimately unaware of your move, failed to maintain his balance. Leaving him kneeling in the ground like a sad puppy with one harsh tug.

“Okay, let's start with what you did earlier,” Your fingers are playing with the fabric as you lift your leg on his shoulder. “What gives you the right to humiliate me, hm?” Your other hand went to his soft locks, pulling his strands roughly just to put him back in his headspace.

Beomgyu’s lips are quivering, chest heaving heavily. “I am… I am so—sorry, mommy” He is stumbling on his words, wincing at how you are holding his hair. “I just had a… uhm, a bad day,” He continued, staring at you with those glassy, puppy eyes that made him look dreamy.

Your leg wrapped around his neck starts to grow tighter, teeth gritting with how lame his reason is. “And you made the perfect decision to pour it out in my presentation.” You whispered to yourself, twirling his hair on your fingers before you licked your lips. Deliberately, you yanked his tie to pull him closer, barely satisfied with how pitiful he looked below you.

“You are so good at running your mouth earlier, sir,” You smugly said, letting go of his hair to raise your skirt a tiny bit higher to expose your inner thighs, and of course your panties—that had been soaked with how obedient he had been to you.

“Why not shut that mouth and use those pouty lips in my pussy?”

With the use of your calf wrapped around his neck, you pushed his face between your legs. Beomgyu audibly gasped when he smelled your sweet scent that always shuts down his mind, tongue now hanging as he scoots closer to reach your cunt. You cunningly smiled at the sight, gripping his hair again just to shove him in.

“Mhhmph!” He whined at your sudden action, wiggling his head below you, which made the tip of his nose brush against the soft parts of your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling, tasting a tiny bit of pleasure from his resistance. Before he could even fight back, you hit the back of his head with your palm, adding more pressure to his head to the point he could suffocate.

“Serve me, you little shit,” You exhaled at him, quietly gasping when you felt his warm breath fanning your damped panties. “Did you use your oh-so cool moment to feed your shitty ego, huh?” You scorned, feeling your air going uneven when you finally felt the wetness of his tongue gliding in the fabrics of your panties.

Beomgyu feverishly shook his head before he used his teeth to push the fabrics aside, finally revealing your delicate cunt to him. He whined at the sight, giving you a gentle glance before his tongue spread on your slit. A surge of tingling sensation roamed through your nerves, back unconsciously arching from the pleasure.

“Fuck, that's it,” You tried to keep your moans to yourself, but he is poking at the best spots in your clit has made it impossible. He was always good at giving you what you need, even better that he knows that he needs to serve you just to make up for his mistakes.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head, hips now chasing his tongue just feel more satisfying friction. “You love lapping mommy's pussy, don't you?” You hissed, words spilling in your mouth barely cohesive when he skillfully sucked your aching bud. It even got worse when he swirled the tip of his tongue near your hole, amplifying the sensation in your abdomen.

The soft vibrations of his moans added more feeling to your lower stomach. And, alongside it are the nasty sounds of him slurping your wetness, which lands perfectly in your ear. “Such a good boy for letting me fuck your pretty face.” You managed to voice out, feeling yourself being airless from how his tongue moves in unsync directions while his lips continued to inhale your sticky essence.

Soon, a strained squeal left you that almost made him stop teasing your squelching hole. You immediately bit your lower lip to maintain the volume, so hard that you tasted a metallic blood in your buds.

“Is this… Are you o–okay?” Beomgyu mumbled in concern while his face was still buried between your thighs. You gave him a proper look, glassy eyes holding back those chunks of tears, plump lips that are covered in glossy remnants of your juices, and his crimson cheeks that made him extra adorable in your eyes.

Fuck, you would gamble all of your life’s property just to see this view every day.

“No,” Fear instantly struck his flushed face, eyes widely open in shock. You swore that you could almost see the screws of his mind working overtime just to come up with an answer or an action that would satisfy you.

“Because what I want you to use is your cock, not your tongue.”

The immediate shift in his eyes made you giggle, finally letting him go as you untangled your leg from his neck. You found his tie once more, now bringing him close to your lips as you leaned in to reach him.

Beomgyu’s lips are soft, almost too perfect and tender for someone who loves to run his mouth like a fully charged motor. He faintly whined when your tongue licked his bottom lip, his trembling hands cautiously placed in your lap. As his mouth gaped open, you abruptly pushed your tongue inside it, beyond caring if drool started to drip down your chin, or even if your red lipstick stained his face.

He began to suck your tongue that is shoved in his mouth, earnestly accepting everything that you are giving to him. You moaned at the feeling, hand going in to cup his cheeks and push your wet muscle deeper down his throat. It was relatively easy, especially when he was still on his knees.

A choked-up moan left him when his tongue accidentally bumped into yours, making him momentarily cough between the kisses. He tentatively pulled out, ears heating up in embarrassment. You mockingly looked at him, lips parted as you assessed what just happened.

“Oh, Gyu…” You sorrowfully called, clutching his collar to bring him with you as you stood from the chair. “You keep on disappointing me.”

In one swift movement, you switched your positions. And, before you pushed him back on his chair, you carelessly unbuckled his belt to yank down enough fabric to whip his pretty leaking cock. You heard a small whimper from him when your fingers subtly brushed his tip, overly sensitive from all the teasing.

“Such a cute little dick,” You hummed, hastily shoving him back into the seat. Discreetly, you wished that the swivel chair was strong enough to carry both of you before you hopped into his lap, making him silently curse in his breath.

“You'll let me use you like a good puppy, right?” You taunt, holding onto his shoulder for support as you align his tip into your hole. “Good puppies let themselves be fucked inside the meeting hall during work hours, right, pup?” You grilled harsher when he refused to answer, mind halfway in shutting down when his tip finally entered your aching walls.

Beomgyu has his eyes tightly shut, his breath getting ragged with his mouth hanging open. He cannot think straight, even barely comprehending what you are asking him. All he could think about was the warmness of your cunt welcoming his hard cock, and your leaking juices trailing down his length.

With his silence, you cannot help but feel irritated by it. Then, you stopped in the middle of sucking him in, before giving him a harsh slap.

“Fucking puppy is too pussydrunk to think,” You sneered, before clenching your pussy walls around him. He weakly groaned at the pleasure, his cheek tinted with bright red after the slap.

You know that he doesn't mind it. Not when his dick is deeply and perfectly seated inside your cunt

.Not minding if it is too late, Beomgyu managed to grasp the last strand of his sanity to nod at your questions. “Yes, I’m–mhmmp… I am a good puppy,” He mumbled to himself, his cock twitching inside you even in the simplest adjustment of your hip. “Your good pup, me… That's me…” He breathes out, rocking his hips feebly to seek the tiniest friction.

A devilish smirk formed on your lips, momentarily lifting your hips before you dropped your whole weight in his lap. He groaned at the pleasure mixed with the pain, head thrown back in the seat’s chair. “Fuck, you still think you are good to me?” You harshly cupped his cheeks in one hand, picking up the pace of your hips as you thrust above him faster.

“Mhmm–hah… Mommy's good puppy… Haah—” His words are hardly audible from how he is moaning, his hands finding the chair's handles to find support from the overwhelming pleasure your pussy is giving him. You cackled at his posture—his bossy, arrogant persona finally peeling off him the moment you showed the tiniest amount of degradation.

Too ironic for what he should uphold for having the highest position in the company.

“You would never be good enough for me, Beomgyu,” Your tone is filled with loathing and hatred, nails digging in his cheek with how tightly you are grasping them. A side of you knows that you don’t mean anything you've just uttered, but the way he whimpered at the way you ridicule him tells you that he is enjoying every syllable you throw at him.

You could hear the chair squeaking at your every movement, not that you mind, but it still gives you the ultimate satisfaction. The delicious drag of his cock inside your walls felt too blissful, uncontrollably pounding yourself above him like you have lost your mind in lust.

The fusion of your sultry moans echoed loudly in the room, the idea of being caught slipping past your mind as you continuously ram your pussy into his thick length.

“You would always be beneath me,” You jeered, quietly admiring the sublime view of your fucked up boss beneath you. “No matter how hard you try to top me, you just can't and won't.”

Beomgyu timidly moaned as your cunt began to overstimulate his cock by moving in uncoordinated thrusts, making his mind go crazy. You are toying with him, using him in your own need and will, and he is all over it. Strings of frail yes and mommy left his mouth, whole body covered in sweat from how turned on he was.

Even if he has always been disappointingly submissive and clumsy, Beomgyu's dick is probably the most perfect in size, thickness, and shape. Every time he enters you, you could feel your walls adjusting to his very size, with his pulsating veins rubbing the perfect spots deep inside your pussy. With one go, he could surely reach that spongy, sweet area that tingles your nerves heavenly.

“Remember that,” You warned, adjusting your position above him before slamming your hips into his. This time, you finally felt his tip nudging into your cervix, making you wince with how it made you shiver. Beomgyu agitatedly nodded at your words, his hand finally finding your hip before gripping into your flesh like he wanted to rip your skin out.

And that means only one thing—he is about to burst out.

“Wanna cum on mommy's cunt, puppy?” You haughtily asked him, clenching around his cock more tightly, enough to make him groan in overwhelming delight. “Yes—Please, please…” His voice cracked when you started to rock your hips harder, fingers finding both of his nipples to stimulate him even more. Beomgyu's delirious state feeds your dominant pride and ego, making the luscious build-up in your lower stomach grow faster.

“Mommy, fuck—Need to cum…” His hips began to move to meet your hips, not minding if tears are now pouring out of his eyes, or even if his broken voice is heard in the hallway outside. Beomgyu looks so fragile under the lewd grip of your gummy walls, like he would actually lose his ability to breathe and think when stopped abusing his poor sensitive cock.

For which you did. Unmindedly pulling out when you felt the tight knot in your stomach unravel, moaning sweetly as you came. Beomgyu was stunned at the sight of your pussy pouring out thick globs of cum, evidently disappointed with how he couldn't lick those juices dripping down your plushy thighs.

Twitching at the feeling, you sighed heavily as you brushed your hair upwards. Beomgyu followed you with his gaze, silently hoping that you won't leave him hanging after you came with the help of his cock. He was then faced with horror when you stood up from sitting above him, jaw in partial shock with his hand reluctantly reaching for yours.

“Wa–wait… Where are you—”

You cut him off by harshly swaying your arms, removing his sweaty palms from yours. With a devilish smile, you faced him. Mind taking note of every emotion on his face as you would love it to be permanently sketched in your brain.

“Go fuck yourself, sir,” You emphasized at the last word, before you gave his cheek a light slap. “You deserve it.”

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A pretty menace in heels and French tips with hair and makeup done to perfection while being able to ruin anyone’s day in a single sentence. Icy glares and sentences that sting from a socialite— that was you. Kai was the complete opposite, not to mention he’s a nerd. Anime, manga, old games and their lore, he’s even past level 170 on Wizard101— he wasn’t just a nerd; he was a fucking geek.

So how?

His friends just knew you probably walked their poor Kai like a dog behind closed doors… and they’re not necessarily wrong— but they’re not right either.

Kai himself knows he must have saved the world and probably the polar bears too in a past life to get to be dating you. One kiss from those glossy lips and he was more than willing to do every little thing you commanded. He’d recite the periodic table to amuse you— paint your nails, bring your laundry up, let you do his makeup, it was whatever you wanted.

Outside looking in, it was almost laughable how someone with his size let someone tell him what to do but he couldn’t love where he’s at more. Now, not only were you known as the bitch who’s hot around campus but the one with the oversized nerd always tagging around your heels.

Sure you were bossy and cold on your best day but you were always so sweet to him. In a world full of complexities, the answer is simple. You didn’t want a puppy— you wanted a big dog. Knows when to shut up, follow commands and shower you with affection. So, when you passed him in the hallway, trying to make himself look smaller when your clique strolled by— there was no hesitation when you asked him out. Huening Kai likes pretty things with their own XP like dungeons he couldn’t beat on his best run though.

You don’t walk him though.

He gets his leash for you.

“Mmphh!.. Nhgh-!!”

Or in this case his muzzle.

His brows are pinched together like he’s in pain but the size of his pupils tell a different story; tearily staring up at you while you use him to fuck yourself silly.

“Hmmph!”

Straddling his toned waist, you lift yourself up only to slam back down his fat length in blissfully rough strokes. Each one has Kai painfully aware of the mess going on where you’re both connected.

A filthy mixture of your squirt on his lower abs and inner thighs, your wetness downright sopping because the cum from his previous loads have formed creamy rings around the base of his overstimulated cock— dripping down his heavy balls to wet his plug-stretched hole.

The rosy flush on his skin is divine, messy hair splayed about the pillows while he keens and whimpers like the desperate mutt he always is when it comes comes to you but stays on his best behavior. For you.

“Fucckkk! Feels sooo good…”, you moan drunkenly, swiveling your hips down to grind his weeping slit into your g-spot. “Prettiest toy with the fattest cock”, throwing your head back, you brace your hands against the meat of his broad chest, griiiinding back and forth— dragging your clit along the underside of your favorite vein of his in heated bliss.

“Ghkk…mmfh!” The whimper tears out of his throat broken, ruined and pathetic. Drool leaks from the sides of his muzzle to join his tears.

Helpless, Kai watches you lick it off him, using his momentary distraction to tweak and pull at his puffy nipples hard. A shrill cry gets trapped behind his muzzle, glazed eyes shooting to the back of his skull, engorged cock throbbing inside you when you tighten– choking him with your sloppy walls.

“Thaaat’s it”, you coo, quickening your pace, hands fitting around his neck like a collar and getting closer to another orgasm just looking at the fucked out mess beneath you. “Bein’ s-so good f’me-…my good boy..”

You’re back to pounding yourself up and down on him, shaking his body and the bed with your harsh movements. The wet plap plap plap plap plap with the obscene slurps of your stuffed cunt having him losing it.

And you can tell.

Kai is shaking like a leaf– drooling, poor asshole spasming around the thick toy you fucked him with earlier.

“Y’ so pretty, huh baby?”

Bringing your head down to his beefy chest, you latch on to one of his nipples and suck. His reaction is nothing short of pleasing— hot precum shoots out in rivulets; adding to the mess inside you. Hissing in pleasure, rubbing your sweet spot raw with each dizzying pump of your hips; you grind the puffy nub between your teeth and bite— lighting searing pleasure up his spine. Kai’s whole body shocks and it sounds like he’s babbling but less human and more guttural, sobbing out wrecked bleats.

You find you actually want him to say it back to you. That he is pretty— very pretty in fact. Reaching your fingers up to his mouth, you pop the bar of the muzzle from between his teeth, voice cracking like a whip.

“Speak.”

And he’s so cute when he listens. Jumping to obey you like he always does, even now. High off pleasure and overstimulation his soft voice chokes out after you.

“M- I’m so pretty..!” Should he get checked out for liking the frighteningly pleased grin on your face?

You fuck him even deeper now— to the point where he swears he’s liable to catch a fever from how hot your insides are running. The stretch is mouth-watering because he’s just that big and you love it. Fitting the muzzle back between his teeth, you lean down to bite the whorl of his flushed ear. “Sexy little bitch…”

The drool leaking out from his muzzle is copious at this point– wetting his neck and your hand so much to where you have to move it. Without missing a beat, you’re even rougher on his other nipple. Greedily sucking like he can give you milk if you keep it up long enough before closing your teeth down around the stiff peak— lapping the leftover tinges of pain away with another suffocatingly hot roll of your pussy. Kai swears he’s melting.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Oh god-

You’re going to milk him.

The sounds behind his muzzle are sloppy and mindless, empty head lolling to the side as his eyes start to flutter— thoroughly ruined. Kai chokes on another hiccuping wail, hole sucking the plug stuffed in it as his balls tighten up. High pitched keens bleed through, swollen cock throbbing borderline painfully inside the drooling hole he’s stuffed in–

..and he comes apart.

Like a broken nozzle, cum squirts out in fat chords, filling you with his cream and it’s so intense he’s worried his heart might stop.

It’s so hot and you already feel so full that your own orgasm is triggered. Gritting your teeth, the heat coursing through you starts of as a little spatter but ends up gushing out of you, spraying the hard muscles of Huening’s body with your squirt— his big hands steady on your waist to help you fuck yourself through it.

“O-ooh! Good boy Hyuka, cummin’ aaallll in your pussy- fuck!”

Suddenly, he’s able to see his own health bar.

If he dies from this, he’ll die one blessed man.

Panting, his ears ring as you hump away at his cock; not giving a fuck if he was shooting blanks at this point.

When you finally stop, slurred moans and hoarse whimpers are what fill the room. Kai looking up at you sitting pretty stuffed full of him with dazed little hearts in his eyes….

It’s also the first time he tells you as soon as his mouth is free that—