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you in me | hwang hyunjin au | eight

— SUMMARY. In which Y/N wasn’t expecting to hook-up with her bias, and Hyunjin wasn’t expecting to fall in love with her

— GENRE. idol!hyunjin

— PAIRING. hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

— WC. 9.3k+

— WARNINGS/OTHER. cursing ; wine consumption (ofc) ; fluffy fluff (hyunjin’s so down bad. i love him) ; korean & italian dialogue ; jealous!y/n ; sexual tension ; smut consisting of: oral (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, possessive!hyun, sexual acts in a public area, both y/n & hyunjin are slightly intoxicated, lots of dirty talk & inner thoughts (from you know who)

NOTE. this has me giggling & kicking my mfing feeeeet 🤭 we love an obsessed man!!!! we love obsessed hyun!!!! also, please don’t hate me for the ending… i promise i will make it worth it <33

ᝰ NINE | SERIES M.LIST

Po ushi vlubitsya (Russian) — an idiom that literally translates to “fall in love up to your ears”

Three days somehow felt both impossibly short and infinitely longer than four years.

If someone had asked Hyunjin a week ago what reuniting with Y/N would’ve looked like, he would’ve probably imagined long silences, awkwardness, questions neither of them wanted to answer. Instead, they’d fallen into each other’s lives as though they had simply pressed pause four years ago instead of disappearing across continents.

The morning after the beach, they’d wandered through Florence together, much to his surprise.

She had insisted on doing some sight-seeing but still wanted to spend time with him, so she told him he could tag along with her. Hyunjin was a little hesitant about it, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or feel pressured into doing something she didn’t want to do, but he eventually said yes, which resulted in her coming back over to his hotel so she could put on some better clothes that could hide her better.

She had stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the brim of her bucket hat—his bucket hat—for the third time while Hyunjin watched from the couch, trying not to smile.

“Do I look stupid?”

He’d looked up from tying his shoes, stifling a laugh once she turned to face him fully. The sunglasses she had on were big, the hat covering almost her entire face, and she looked so fucking cute that he could just eat her, again.

Okay, bad joke. But he’d been thinking about his mouth on her pussy ever since they went back to his hotel room to wash the sand out of their asses after the beach and he made her cum twice with his tongue.

“No, you look cute.”

“You’re full of shit,” She said, tilting her head back so she could see him, “I look absolutely ridiculous.”

“You look like you’re on vacation.”

“I look like I’m hiding from the CIA.”

Hyunjin laughed, standing up to his full height, pushing the sleeves of his loose shirt up to his elbows, “I mean… that’s not entirely inaccurate.”

She shot him a look that had him biting back another smile. “You’re laughing because you don’t have to worry about being photographed with you.”

The smile had slipped from his face so quick at her comment, and he’d crossed the room before he’d really even thought about it. “Hey,” He said softly, his hands settled gently on her upper arms. She looked up at him the best way she could, and he’d taken her sunglasses off so he could see her better, “If you get uncomfortable today, we leave. I mean it.”

Y/N blinked, opening her mouth like she wanted to say something, but he interrupted her. “I don’t care where we are, or if we’ve only been somewhere for five minutes,” He held her eyes, his thumbs brushing lightly against her arms, “If you tell me you’re uncomfortable, we’re done. No questions.”

She had stared at him for a bit before she eventually smiled, and he had to pretend like it didn’t affect him.

“So bossy, Hyunjin.”

“You like me that way, though.”

She had laughed, and just like that, the nervousness eased from her shoulders. Not completely, but it was enough for them to spend the day wandering hidden streets instead of crowded piazzas.

They avoided the busiest parts of Florence, choosing quiet bookstores tucked into narrow alleys, tiny artisan shops where no one gave them a second glance, gardens overlooking the city where they could sit without worrying about cameras. Whenever someone walked by a little too slowly or glanced in Hyunjin’s direction for a second too long, he felt Y/N tense beside him. And every single time, he’d quietly shift closer, possessively, protectively.

And every single time, she’d relax again.

That night, they’d eaten dinner in his hotel room again. He ordered more room service and another expensive bottle of red wine that she kept swearing she didn’t need, but she drank, anyway. One glass in, and they were cuddling on his couch, talking about dreams they’d had before either of them knew what adulthood would actually feel like. Two glasses in, they were giggling and sneaking in kisses at the most random times. Three glasses in, and she was coming on his fingers and sucking his cock like it was her favorite thing in the fucking world.

He’d asked her to stay, fully prepared to take the couch so she could sleep comfortably on his bed. He told himself he only asked because it was nearing 1am and he didn’t feel comfortable with her leaving so late and slightly intoxicated, but he knew that was a lie. She had hesitated, and he hated how disappointed he felt when she politely, yet solemnly declined.

He had one of his personal drivers drop her off since he wasn’t allowed to, forcing them to walk her to her room and make sure she got inside safely. He didn’t sleep until she had messaged him off Instagram.

y/n: made it :)

hyunjin: Good.

hyunjin: You know, you wouldn’t of had to worry about texting me if you would’ve just stayed with me

y/n: careful, hyunjin. i might start to think that you’re becoming obsessed with me

The next day had somehow been even better.

They went to a private pasta-making class at a countryside villa just outside Florence, something Hyunjin had wanted to do while he was here, but got even better once he invited Y/N to come with him. The elderly chef had spoken almost no English, Y/N spoke almost no Italian, and Hyunjin spoke even less, which somehow resulted in one of the funniest afternoons he’d had in years.

Flour ended up literally anywhere and everywhere you could think of, all over the counter, the floor, and even in Y/N’s hair. Okay, he might have had something to do with that one, but she had it coming.

“I have people trusting me with medical decisions and I still can’t make a simple dish of pasta,” She’d gestured toward the ruined dough with the most endearing pout on her lips.

“I’m sure you’ll recover,” Hyunjin smirked in reply, taking a sip of his glass of wine Marco poured for them, “Maybe stick to boxed pasta in the meantime, though.”

Y/N had glared at him before flicking some flour in his face, and Hyunjin took it with that same smirk on his face like a pleased idiot. He’d let her dump the whole bag on him if she really wanted to.

A bit later, Y/N had excused herself to the bathroom to clean up a little, leaving Hyunjin and Marco in the center of all the flour and uncooked pasta. Hyunjin was in the middle of untying his apron when his voice startled him.

“Wife?”

Hyunjin blinked, “…Sorry?”

Marco pointed toward the hallway where Y/N had disappeared to, “The bella.” He then pointed back to Hyunjin, “Wife?”

Hyunjin had stared at him for a long second, his ears immediately warming once he had caught on to what he was trying to ask. “N-no,” He stuttered out, the answer coming out embarrassingly fast.

Marco looked confused, “No?”

“No. Not my wife.” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing awkwardly.

Marco had nodded once, like he was in deep thought, and Hyunjin could just feel how red his face was. Did they really act like a married couple? Is this what people thought when they saw them together?

“Ah!” Marco snapped his fingers, his face brightening, “Girlfriend?”

Hyunjin snapped his gaze towards the hallway nervously, relieved to find that it was still empty. Because for some reason, this conversation had made him feel sixteen years old instead of twenty-something.

He had opened his mouth to reply, fully intending to awkwardly say no, but nothing came out. His mind had betrayed him instantly, because the image appeared in his head without permission.

Y/N sitting across from him at breakfast. Y/N laughing at him while flour covered half of her face. Y/N reaching for his hand without thinking too much of it. Y/N tucked safely beside him in the car.

It had only been a few days, but the idea no longer felt impossible. It was just pleasant. Dangerously pleasant.

Marco had watched him expectantly, waiting, that same wide and friendly grin on his face. And before common sense could intervene, he gave the tiniest shrug imaginable, biting back a grin.

“Ah!” He had clapped both of his flour-covered hands together, “Sì! È proprio bellissima, ragazzo mio!” (Yes! She really is beautiful, my boy).

Later, they drove further into the countryside for a private wine tasting. It was crisp and refreshing, and Hyunjin may or may not have been feeling extra sedimental from the slight buzz it gave him.

They’d walked between the vines afterward, talking about nothing important. Or maybe everything important, Hyunjin couldn’t decide. The only thing he was sure of was that never got tired of listening to her.

He liked the way her mind worked. He liked how observant she was, how thoughtful she was—how she’d stop walking whenever she found something beautiful to admire. She seemed to notice everything. He had wondered briefly if she noticed what was happening to him.

Hyunjin liked making her laugh. He liked the way she’d unconsciously reach for his hand in the backseat of the car, or scoot closer to him whenever they were beside each other. He liked how smart she was, how independent and stable she appeared in her life. And most importantly, he liked how she made him feel like he was just a normal guy from Seoul.

Even now, sitting at a tiny café tucked away in the less busy streets of Florence people watching with tiny porcelain cups of espresso in their hands, it felt normal, natural, as though she’d always belonged beside him.

There were only six smalls tables outside, all shaded beneath cream umbrellas. An elderly man sat alone with a newspaper, two university students were arguing over something in rapid Italian, and Y/N was sitting across from him looking so beautiful that he can’t look away.

She was dressed in an oversized linen button down over a simple sundress, his sunglasses perched on her nose, her hair tucked loosely beneath a scarf he bought for her at one of the shops nearby. Anyone walking by would probably assume they were just another couple on holiday, but if someone looks carefully enough, they might recognize him. He had dressed himself in a way where it was almost impossible, but the risk was still there. It was always still there.

“Hey,” Hyunjin murmurs softly, reaching his hand out to lay on top of hers across the table, “You okay?”

He’s been noticing that’s she’s a little on edge, watching people a second longer than necessary, and Hyunjin doesn’t blame her. He should have been doing the same thing, but he wasn’t.

She glances down at their hands before looking back at him, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” She smiles at him, his thumb brushing softly against her knuckles, “I think I’m always going to look around, you know?”

“I know. And that’s okay.”

She smiles at him, squeezing his hand once before grabbing ahold of her espresso cup to take another sip. He instantly misses her touch, and for a second, he debates on reaching back out towards her, but ends up slouching back onto his seat instead. He can’t come across too clingy, which is very hard for him to do, considering the type of lover he is.

Wait, did he just say lover?

Fuck, he’s so down bad.

“He’s going to fall.”

Fall? Fall in love?

He’s confused at first until he realizes she’s not actually talking to him but simply stating her inner thoughts aloud. She’s watching as a little boy chases pigeons across the piazza, his mother calling after him in exasperated Italian.

“I think he’s indestructible.”

She laughs quietly, “I think his mom disagrees with you.”

He’s looking back at her now, and just like everyday this week, he completely forgot about the rest of the world.

She hasn’t noticed him staring yet, which is rare. Usually she catches him within seconds and will tease him about it until the only way he can shut her up is with his mouth or his cock, but today, she seems distracted. Her chin is resting lightly in her palm, the scarf she has wrapped around her head loosening with every brush of wind. There were a few curls that peeked through everytime the breeze drifts through the street, and she’d tuck them back behind her ear every time. Two minutes later, they’d fall right back into place.

It happens so often he finds himself just waiting for it.

A tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. She didn’t even realize she was doing it. But he did, because of course, he always does.

The afternoon sun slips between two buildings, catching the side of her face for just a moment. It makes her look golden, warm, the light outlining the curve of her cheek before disappearing again.

He feels his fingers twitch instinctively and he recognizes the feeling immediately. It’s the same feeling that always came before he painted. His eyes are drawn to her lips, on the way they’re moving as she talks to him, and he’s reaching into his pants pocket to grab ahold of the pen he always carries around with him without interrupting the conversation. One of the café napkins sits on the table in front of him, and he pulls it towards him, slouching back more comfortably into the chair.

“Not this again,” She groans, and Hyunjin fights back a grin.

“Hm?”

“I’m not even going to ask if you’re listening to me because I know you aren’t.”

Hyunjin cocks a brow, not even looking up from his napkin, “You said Kat almost convinced herself that she could move to Italy. And then you said she would probably last about two days before she manages to accidentally insult someone’s grandmother.”

She’s quiet, and he smirks, letting his gaze rest on her for a second before flickering his eyes back down, “Have some faith in me, jagiya. I might just surprise you.”

She huffs, picking up her espresso cup and leaning back into the chair behind her. Her scarf falls at the movement, exposing the entire side of her face and her neck, and his eyes are instantly drawn to the large hickey he gave her on her neck. It faded a bit, but it was still there, still noticeable, still serving as a constant reminder that she’s his and no one else’s.

She moves the scarf back around her neck, and Hyunjin’s eyes darken ever so slightly at the action. “Don’t,” He mumbles out lowly, pausing his movements on the napkin. She freezes, hands gripping the scarf tightly. If he could see her eyes right now, he’d be almost certain that she’d be staring at him with that same doe-like gaze that always seemed to bring him straight down to his knees.

“Don’t hide it. Move the scarf back. I want to see my mark on you.”

She hesitates, and he cocks an eyebrow, daring her not to. She must see the blaze of fire in his eyes, because not even three seconds later, shes taking the scarf off completely, placing it in her bag.

“Mal jal deutne,” (You listen so well), He hums in approval, tapping his pen with his fingers, “Good girl.”

“Hyunjin,” She says his name breathlessly, shifting in her seat, “We’re in public.”

“And?” He replies back quickly, the corner of his lips tugging into a smirk, “I know the reason you want me to shut up is only because your pussy is drenching your cute little panties right now. Scared you’ll make a mess on the seat, jagiya?”

“Hyunjin,” She says his name again, and he thinks it’s definitely meant to be as a warning, but it comes out breathless and whiny and everything he wants to hear instead.

“Don’t worry, jagiya. If you make a mess on the seat, you know I’ll clean it up for you. I know how much you love my mouth on your pussy.”

“Hyunjin,” She gasps, shifting again in her seat, and he suppresses a moan from how heavenly his name sounds coming from her mouth.

“Or I could do it right now,” He slouches back in his seat, discreetly adjusting the semi that’s now forming in his pants, “I could easily slip underneath this table and clean up your mess. You want that, jagiya? Want me to get on my knees for you on this dirty ground and eat your pussy? Nobody would know, because you’d be such a good girl and stay quiet for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Hyunjin, please,” She whimpers out softly, like she doesn’t know what she’s actually begging for, and it drives him fucking insane.

She’s squirming in the chair, slouching back, legs opening and closing like she doesn’t know what to do with them. And Hyunjin’s mind is suddenly painting the prettiest image of what she’d look like coming all over his mouth.

He’s thinking of how eager she’d be, spreading her legs for him with zero hesitation. She’d grip at his hair, pull him right where she wants him, moan his name so prettily. He’d lap up every last bit of her, not stopping until she’s shaking and begging and drenching his entire fucking face.

I’d be so easy to just drop down and do just that. There’s not many people around, and it’s loud enough out here that any sounds they’d make would be muffled enough to not draw attention towards them. All he had to do was drop down and lift her dress up and bury himself inside her thighs.

But he can’t—he shouldn’t. Being outside like this is already too much of a risk in itself. His company may have loosened up on many things in their lives, but being caught eating pussy outside a tiny café in the middle of Florence might just cost him his entire career. He tells himself he’s holding off solely for that reason, but deep down, he really knows it’s because he’d probably lose his fucking mind if someone had managed to snap a picture of her pussy for the entire world to see. That possessive side of him simply wouldn’t allow that.

Hyunjin doesn’t like to share. Especially when it comes to Y/N.

He hums lightly, his gaze focusing on his mark he left on her briefly before he resumes his scribbling on the napkin in front of him. He sees her shifting again from his peripheral vision and bites back a grin, knowing he’s gotten her all riled up only for him to shut it down. What can he say? He’s a masochist, apparently.

“Hyunjin,” She says his name again, this time a little more desperate. He bites his bottom lip.

“Yes, jagiya?”

He can feel her glare burning holes into his skin, and it only makes his cock even heavier in his pants. It’s unfortunate he can’t do anything about that right now.

“Do you need something?” He asks once she remains quiet.

She huffs in response, crossing her arms in front of her chest. This time, he can’t hold his grin in, and he’s grinning with his tongue as he glances at her, “Don’t worry. You’ll get your chance at dinner later.”

“Dinner?”

“Yes, dinner,” He replies, tracing the outline of her lips on the napkin. He leans more into the chair, “I want to take you somewhere tonight. If you’ll let me.”

He peers up at her briefly, hating that he can’t see what she’s actually thinking because of the sunglasses she still has on. She’s not saying anything, and he feels his palms start to sweat. Fuck, he knew he shouldn’t have already booked a reservation.

“Where?”

The softness of that word has him looking back at her, and something pulls at his chest. “There’s a restaurant about an hour from Florence along the river. The same place I wanted to take you a few days ago,” He moves on to her eyes, his pen working quick against the napkin, “It’s beautiful,” Like you, “I really think you’d like it.”

“How beautiful?”

He hesitates, because he knows what she’s getting at. She seems to notice, because of course she does, letting out a quiet sigh as she leans across the table to face him, “Hyunjin.”

“Very beautiful. I had great recommendations.”

“That means it’s expensive,” She slouches back into her chair. She sighs again, “Hyunjin, I don’t want you to spend a ridiculous amount of money on me. You’ve already paid for enough things this week.”

“Yes, because I wanted to. Also, you paid for our coffee today.”

“Yeah, after I practically tackled you to the ground so you’d let me.”

Ah, yes. How could he forget that?

“Yeah, that was hot.”

“Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin sighs, flicking his wrist once more before placing his pen on the table. Without saying another word, he folds the napkin once, then slides it across the table until it gently bumps against her hand.

She looks down, “What’s this?”

He shrugs, reaching for his espresso, “Open it.”

Her fingers tremble as she opens it, and then she stops. He watches as she softly bites her lip, her cheeks heating to a beautiful shade of red, and he bites the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from doing something stupid like lean over and smash his lips against hers. Her head tilts down towards the drawing, then back towards him, then back down, then back at him.

“You…” Her voice comes out breathless, beautiful, “You drew me?”

Hyunjin places his cup up to his lips, smiling over the rim, “I did.”

She looks back down, “I didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You’re so talented, Hyunjin. Seriously,” She smiles, her fingertips carefully tracing the edge of the napkin, “It’s beautiful.”

“No,” He shakes his head gently, causing her to glance up at him, “You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

She glances up at him, almost shy now, before folding the napkin with infinitely more care than he’d used. She tucks it safely inside her bag, into the zippered compartment, like it was something precious. Seeing that made something warm settle quietly in his chest.

“You deserve beautiful things, Y/N,” He quietly says, his fingers twitching, the urge to grab onto her hands itching at his skin, “I like doing nice things for people, and I like doing nice things for you. I like making an evening feel special, I like dressing up, I like beautiful places and good wine and good food. But most of all, I like you.”

The slight confession sits heavy in the air around them. He didn’t mean to actually say that, but it was out now, so there’s no point in trying to take it back. Not that he would, anyway—those words are probably the most genuine words he’s ever uttered in his life.

He does like her, far more than he probably should. He does want to spoil her, to kiss her freely, to touch and claim her without the entire world knowing. He wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything in his entire life.

But what he wants most is to love someone, to be loved by someone who understands him. Who sees him for who he is, and not as the brand that he carries around on his shoulders. Who isn’t afraid to put him in his place and remind him that he doesn’t sit on this high horse that everyone seems to make him out to be.

Hyunjin knows he falls fast, he always has. He wears his heart on his sleeve, willing to give it to anyone who wants it. And even knowing that millions of people do want it, the fact that one of them could possibly be her triggers something deep in his chest.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

Hyunjin blinks once before focusing his attention back towards her and away from his inner thoughts. She’s smiling at him, shaking her head fondly, her curls flowing wildly in the wind. She’s not perfect, by all means, but that’s exactly the reason he likes her so much.

“No,” He mumbles, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear, letting his fingertips graze a little longer on the side of her face. Beautiful. “No, I’m not.”

“And you’ve already decided,” She leans more into his touch.

“I have,” He replies lowly, cupping her face with his hand, lightly tracing the softness of her cheeks, “I’ve already booked the reservation, actually.”

“Of course you have,” She grins at him, and he has no choice but to grin back. How could he not? “Let me guess, you bought me a nice dress to wear too, didn’t you?”

Hyunjin knows she meant it as a joke, but the grin on his face only grows. Of course he bought her a nice dress. Why wouldn’t he?

“Hyunjin,” She says his name sternly, teasing completely gone, “Hyunjin, please tell me you didn’t actually buy me a dress.”

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. He knows she’s pissed, but it’ll all be worth it once he sees her looking so pretty in elegant fabric that he’ll just rip off later.

She sighs dramatically, nervously glancing around before leaning away from his touch and back into her seat. He’s disappointed, for a second, but puts his hand down anyway. The sound of laughter behind them serves as a blunt reminder that they’re still in public, where anyone can see them at anytime.

She doesn’t say anything for a few moments, and he wonders briefly if she’s actually upset with him. He knows she doesn’t like him spending money on her, but doesn’t she realize that’s his love language? He likes nice things, so it’s only fair she has them, too.

He opens his mouth to apologize, to tell her just that, but she’s interrupting him before he gets the chance to.

“Don’t.” She points a finger at him, that same teasing glint back in her eyes. He closes his mouth, a soft smirk pulling at his lips.

“I’ll wear the dress you bought me, but only because I’ll feel bad if I don’t,” She lowers her finger, crossing her arms across her chest, pouting slightly, “But, you can’t buy me anything else on this trip. Fancy wine included. Okay?”

He rolls his eyes fondly, nodding his head slightly. Sure, he’d try his best not to if that’s what she really wanted, but he just wants her to have whatever she wants—wants her to live in the moment with him and not have to worry about anything else. Can you blame him for that?

“And, about dinner…” She trails off, holding his gaze for a few quiet seconds before smiling in a way that makes him feel like he’d won something far more valuable than an argument, “Yes. Take me to dinner, Hyunjin.”

For reasons he couldn’t quite explain, hearing those words makes his heart beat just a little bit faster than it has all afternoon.

By the time his driver pulled alongside the river, the sky had turned a deep blue that only existed for a few fleeting minutes after sunset.

The water reflects the lights from the old stone buildings lining the opposite bank, each ripple breaking the reflections into streaks of amber. A violinist somewhere farther down the promenade plays softly enough that the melody blended with the sound of the river itself.

Hyunjin steps out first. He practically bolts out of his seat, speed-walking to Y/N’s side of the car to open it before his driver even has the chance. Y/N is his date. He’ll be damned if he’s not the one helping her out of the car.

He gives Renaldo, his driver for today, a sheepish grin once he makes eye contact with him, an attempt to tell him that he’s sorry for getting out of the car while it was still moving and possibly drawing attention to himself, but also that he’s not really sorry. However, the grin is quickly wiped from his face once the door fully opens and Y/N looks up at him.

For a second, his brain simply stops. Even though he’s already seen her, she still manages to make him forget how to breathe.

The dress fits her perfectly, exactly the way he had imagined. It’s rich and deep beneath the evening lights, and when she actually takes his hand and stands up, he feels like he might just pass out. His eyes travel down her body, unable to stop it, and he swallows thickly at the sight. The fabric hugs her figure perfectly, tight in all the right places, falling gracefully to her ankles. The slit along one side of her leg reveals just enough skin whenever she moves, and he sucks in a deep breath at how smooth and plush her thigh looks, begging for him to bite and suck at it.

But what he notices most, is how happy she looks.

She’s looking at him with a fond expression, a little shy, her eyes bright and glazed over with adoration. It makes something warm settle in his chest knowing she’s looking at him that way—looking at him the same exact way he always looks at her. Hyunjin’s never felt this way about anyone before. He’s never met someone who captivated him as quickly and as deeply as she has. What he feels for her travels far along the horizon in front of them.

He just really hopes she feels the same way.

“Why do you keep staring at me?”

Hyunjin blinks once, twice, feeling the back of his neck grow hot. “I…” A laugh escapes him, but he can’t even be embarrassed because she has to know why at this point, “I can’t form words right now. Ask me in two minutes.”

Y/N rolls her eyes fondly, a soft giggle escaping her mouth as she holds up one side of her dress, squeezing his hand tighter, “You’re an idiot.”

“And you’re beautiful.”

She smiles at him, and it does nothing to settle the giddiness he feels in his body right now.

“I’ll admit,” She looks down towards her body briefly before glancing back at him, “This was a good choice. You have good taste.”

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” He places his free hand over his heart, clutching it dramatically.

“Oh, don’t let it get to your head. You’re an ambassador for Versace for a reason.”

“Oh,” Hyunjin grins cheekily, “I thought you didn’t keep up with me anymore, jagiya.”

She shoves him lightly, tip of her ears reddening slightly, “Oh, shut up. You know I’m still in the loop of most things.”

“Mhm, sure,” He grins wider once she avoids eye contact. He loves when she gets shy around him.

“You’ve been insufferable all day.” She mumbles once he starts to lead her towards the front doors.

“I’ve been charming.” He replies, guiding her up the stone stairs, being careful not to step on her dress or cause her to trip.

“You’ve been expensive.”

He holds the door open for her once they make it to the top, grinning cheekily, “I’ve been classy.”

“You’ve been boujee.”

“Can’t disagree with that one,” He snorts in amusement, slapping her ass lightly. She lets out a quiet yelp, jumping slightly, definitely not expecting him to do that, but obviously not hating it, either.

“Now, get inside and walk in front of me so I can watch your ass jiggle in this dress.”

She gapes at him for a moment, obviously not expecting that to come out of his mouth. Honestly, he didn’t mean to say that, it just came out. Okay, maybe he did mean to say that, but it’s true, so what can you expect? He’s just a man.

“As I said… insufferable,” She hisses at him quietly, letting go of his hand to walk around him. She stops in front of him, glancing back at him as she runs a hand against the curve of her ass, a teasing glint in her eyes, “Make sure to get a really good look at it now, Hyunnie, because you won’t be seeing it later.”

“Fucking tease,” He mumbles to himself, eyes zeroed in on how her ass moves in the dress. She’s swaying her hips more than usual, giving him his own personal show, and he fucking loves it.

He’s frozen in place for a second until she turns around to call him over, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. The host is watching him expectantly, definitely catching him ogling her ass, but he can’t bring himself to care about that.

He smirks back at her, eyes staying on her as he walks forward, his hand coming up to rest on her lower back as he pulls her towards him. He gets a whiff of her sweet perfume, and he finds himself nuzzling his head into the side of her neck before planting a soft kiss there.

“Mr. Hwang,” The host smiles politely at them, and he smiles against her skin as she squirms a little in his grasp, slapping his arm lightly in what he assumes is to get his attention. He huffs, standing back up straight, keeping his hand on her back.

The host flickers his eyes from Hyunjin to Y/N and back to Hyunjin before widening his grin, “Buonasera! (Good evening). If you are ready, I can escort you to your table.”

“We’re ready,” Y/N answers with a polite smile before he could open his mouth. She squeezes his arm, “Grazie.”

“Prego, mia signora. (You’re welcome, my lady). Please, follow me.”

Hyunjin shuffles his feet as he follows them, his hand trailing down towards the curve of her ass. He hums, fingers dancing up and down against the soft fabric before he grips it in his hand. She lets out a quiet shriek at the feeling, and he suppresses a moan from how she feels in his hand.

“Hyunjin,” She says his name quietly as a warning, but he only grips it harder, giving it a light smack before letting go completely.

“Here is your table,” The host gestures towards the table right by the river, “Please, take a moment to look through the menu and your waitress will be here shortly. Would you like to start off with any wine?”

“Yes, we’d love to,” Hyunjin replies before Y/N can, ignoring the glare she sends him and pulling her chair out for her, “We’ll take a bottle of Chianti, please.”

“Perfect,” He nods politely, “I’ll get that out right away. Please, make yourselves comfortable, and we will be with you shortly.”

Hyunjin bows politely, offering him a thank you as Y/N sits down in her chair with a small huff. He grins, amused, walking over to his side of the table and sitting down. She’s still glaring at him, and she looks so fucking cute.

Sigh. He’s so down bad.

“I thought we agreed no more fancy wine.”

“It’s dinner, jagiya,” Hyunjin replies, pouring them both some water, “We have to have wine at dinner. Adds to the aesthetic, you know?”

Y/N sighs, shaking her head in amusement, glancing down to look at the menu. She frowns, and Hyunjin already knows what’s about to come out of her mouth.

“This is expensive,” She mumbles, glancing back at him.

“It’s fine,” He tries to brush it off, directing his attention to the waitress who’s now pouring wine in each of their glasses. She introduces herself, and Hyunjin nods politely, thanking her quietly.

Y/N watches her walk away, and then she’s looking back at him. “Hyunjin,” She starts, exasperated, and he quickly interrupts her.

“It’s fine, jagiya,” He stresses the words out, taking a sip of his wine. She’s watching him intently, and he can tell she’s uncomfortable. He sighs, placing the glass back down, “I want to do this for you. It’s a miracle you even agreed to come here with me in the first place. I like you, I want to spoil you some, so, please, let me.”

She bites her lip softly, and he’s drawn to the action. Her lips are a deep red, glossy, looking so inviting, and he really, really wants to kiss her right now. There’s nobody around, anyway, so what’s stopping him?

“I like you, too,” She says quietly, shyly, and he’s leaning over the table to place his lips on hers before he can think anything of it.

The words make him feel fuzzy inside, and he’s moving his lips against hers so gently, so passionately. She kisses him back almost instantly, and he smiles into her mouth, pulling back slowly, licking his lips as he glances down at her.

“Mhm, you taste so good, jagiya,” He mumbles, watching her neck turn the same exact shade as her pretty blush. He pecks her lips one more time just because he wants to before leaning back into his seat, straightening up like nothing even happened.

It feels good to kiss her so freely like this, without having to worry about where they are or who will see. He had booked the entire restaurant to himself in order to ensure privacy for this reason specifically. He wanted her to feel comfortable and he wanted her to enjoy herself, because she deserves it.

She deserves everything. If only she’d let him give her that.

“I was expecting this place to be crowded,” She glances around a bit, most likely taking everything in. The view was beautiful, he really can’t blame her. That’s one of the reasons he chose this place.

He hums in agreement, watching her look around in slight awe. Suddenly, she slows to a stop, flickering her eyes back at him.

The dining room was empty, every table is perfectly set up, candles are flickering against crisp white linen, fresh roses decorated on every table. A grand piano was playing softly in one corner, though the pianist was hidden from their view.

There wasn’t another guest anywhere in sight. He already knows what she’s about to ask.

She looks around once, twice, then slowly back towards him. “Where is everyone?”

He rubs the back of his neck. He knew she’d catch on. She always does.

“Sooo…”

She raises a brow, waiting. He bites his lip cheekily, shrugging his shoulders, “I booked the entire place for us. No big deal.”

Her mouth slowly opens, “You booked… the entire restaurant?”

“It seemed like the easiest solution.”

“Easiest?”

He sighs slouching back into his seat a little, fingers tracing the stem of his wine glass, “I just wanted you to be able to relax, Y/N. I know you’re still worried every time we go somewhere in public, so I wanted to make things better for you. For us.”

Her eyes drift back towards the river, to the candlelight, to the empty terrace waiting for them, and then back to him. “This is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me,” She says quietly, reaching out to grab ahold of his hand, “Thank you, Hyunjin. Seriously, thank you. For everything.”

She smiles at him, and it’s genuine and lovely and everything that makes him feel all mushy inside. And as she smiles at him from across the table, still holding his hand, he realizes that no amount of privacy, expensive dinners, or reserved restaurants had ever been what he actually wanted.

He only wanted this—an evening where she chose to sit across from him, and nowhere else.

The waitress comes back to re-introduce herself, to ask them if they need anything, and Hyunjin orders Bruschetta for them to share. Y/N doesn’t argue, doesn’t try to tell him they don’t need it, doesn’t remove her hand from his. She simply lets him, her shoulders relaxing significantly.

It wasn’t until the waitress walks away that Y/N lifts her glass of wine up with her free hand, smiling at him, “To Florence.”

“To second chances,” He replies lightly, their glasses clinking against each other ever so softly.

For a while, they simply enjoy the evening. They enjoy fresh pasta, sea bass, wine—lots of wine. Hyunjin drinks enough to where his head starts to spin ever so lightly and his face starts to feel hot.

Fuck, he’s drunk. And judging by how giggly and touchy Y/N is currently being, she is, too.

“I still can’t believe Chan and Kat managed to keep this entire thing from us,” Y/N giggles, her foot slowly traveling up and down his right leg. It’s driving him crazy, and he’s been trying to ignore it for the past thirty minutes.

“I can,” Hyunjin replies, feeling his throat go warm once he takes another sip of his wine, “Chan lies by omission. He just conveniently forgets information. Like, always.”

“Kat, too!” She exclaims loudly, leaning in towards him as she slams her hands on the table, “She is almost as insufferable as you! Her and Chan are literally the same person. Two peas in a pod.”

Hyunjin hums, “I guarantee they planned this.” And thank fuck they did.

“Yeah, they probably had a spreadsheet. Color-coordinated and everything. With timelines.”

Her words are slightly slurred, and it’s so fucking endearing. She’s so fucking endearing. “That seems excessive.”

“It is, but it’s Kat,” She runs her foot up his leg once more, and if she does it one more time, he might end up climbing over this table and force her to stop.

Hyunjin takes another sip of his wine to distract himself from the heat currently traveling up his entire body. He always feels like his body is on fire every time he’s around Y/N, but right now, it’s ten times worse.

“She keeps looking at you.”

Hyunjin blinks, confused, placing his wine glass down on the table, “Who?”

“The waitress,” Y/N nods to her left, and Hyunjin glances over to see her quickly put her head down, obviously being caught staring. He watches her for a second before she ends up glancing back up at him, only for her to quickly away once she was caught.

“Ariana?”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were on a first name basis with our waitress,” Y/N grumbles in front of him, a slight frown on her lips as she focuses her attention on their waitress who’s still looking at him. One look at her, and he already knows she’s jealous.

The fact that she’s currently glaring down the waitress with her arms across her chest has him grinning mischievously. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting her to get jealous, considering the lifestyle he currently lives in, so this was a pleasant surprise. And he’d be lying if he said he hates it.

He wants her obsessed with him the same way he’s obsessed with her.

Hyunjin hums, leaning back into his chair, spreading his legs a little as he politely gestures for Ariana to come over to their table. Y/N notices instantly, snapping her head over towards him, the glare previously directed at Ariana now directed at him.

“Ariana,” He says her name politely, his grin widening once he feels Y/N kick his leg underneath the table.

Her face flushes into a deep red, stuttering out a, “Y-yes, sir?”

“Could you do something for me?” He asks gently, the side of his face blazing with Y/N’s hot gaze.

Ariana nods enthusiastically, and Hyunjin can tell that she’s doing her best to remain calm and professional. She’s shaking a little, and Hyunjin feels bad, but he has to do this so he can finally get what he wants.

He gestures for her to come closer, and she does slowly, in a mix of blushes and shakes and rapid breaths. He feels another kick to his leg, and it only adds to that flame inside him that’s only growing bigger by the minute.

“Can you give us a little bit of privacy, please? Maybe about thirty minutes or so? I’d greatly appreciate it.” He asks quietly, soft enough to where Y/N couldn’t hear him, innocent enough to where she wouldn’t suspect anything.

“O-oh, of course!” Ariana stutters out a reply, smiling down at him politely, “I will come check on you then. Enjoy!”

Hyunjin smiles out a thank you, watching as she walks away from them. He can still feel Y/N glaring at him, boring holes into the side of his face. She huffs in annoyance, probably to get his attention, but he doesn’t turn around. Not yet.

She grumbles something, no doubt cursing him out, and he bites back a grin. It wasn’t until Ariana had walked through the doors and was completely out of sight that he turns around to face her. She looks pissed off.

Perfect.

“Something wrong, jagiya?”

Y/N scoffs, angrily snatching up her wine glass and taking a nice, long sip, all while still shooting daggers into his skull.

Hyunjin leans up, resting his elbows on the table in front of them, humming lightly as he toys with the bottom of his lip with his fingertips, “Do you want to know what I told her?”

“No,” She replies quickly, obviously lying, and he smirks once she shifts a little in her seat, “I don’t care. Just seems a little rude to flirt with someone else when you’re on a date with me.”

Date. The word has his heart racing, and that giddiness he was feeling earlier only intensifies. He definitely sees this as a date, and he’s fucking ecstatic that she sees it the same.

Hyunjin cocks his head to the side, studying her intently, holding her gaze, “Wasn’t flirting. Was just asking her if she’d give us some privacy for a bit.”

“Privacy?” Her eyes narrow in on him, slightly confused, “F-for what?”

He leans in closer towards her, close enough that he can feel the warmness of her soft breaths against his lips. The candle is flickering below him, casting a perfect glow on her, adding more warmth to his body that’s already up in flames. She visibly gulps, her eyes glancing down towards his lips once, twice, before meeting his gaze. She’s nervous, he can tell, but there’s also something else there. Something that tends to darken his soul and consume every single inch of his skin.

He picks up his fork, twirling it in the air a couple times before dropping it to the floor. It lands with a soft clink.

“Oops,” He shrugs his shoulders, a shit-eating grin on his face, “Guess I better pick that up.”

Before she can even say anything, he’s pushing his seat back and standing up, his eyes darkening as she gaps up at him. “H-hyunjin… what…”

A strangled noise leaves her mouth once he drops down to his knees to climb underneath the table, lifting the white linen up to start crawling towards her. She shrieks quietly, her legs squeezing together so tightly as she attempts to scoot her chair back. He places his hands on her thighs, halting her movements, giving them a soft slap.

“I told you you’d get your chance at dinner. It’s dinner,” He smirks, rubbing the soft, plush skin of her thighs, “Now spread those legs for me, jagiya. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

She instantly obeys, spreading them wide, even going as far as to scoot to the edge of her seat. Hyunjin groans at how eager she is for him, bunching her dress up as high as it will go, the red lace of her thong barely covering her pussy, an obvious wet patch sitting right in the center.

“Hyunjin,” She gasps his name quietly, and he hums, fingers tracing up and down her clothed core as he licks his lips. Fuck, she’s perfect for him. So perfect.

“Yes, jagiya?”

“Please,” She squirms a bit more, her hands coming underneath the tablecloth to grip at his hair. She gives it a harsh tug, and he moans at the slight sting.

“Please, what?”

He leans in closer, licking a long stripe up her clothed core, groaning at the slight taste that grazes his tongue. She shivers above him, her body jerking, and he spreads her legs even further apart. Her panties cling to her pussy, barely covering her from him, wet and begging for him to get a proper taste.

She whimpers out his name, pulling his face closer to her pussy, tugging his hair harder, and Hyunjin groans lowly. He pulls his head back as she slightly loosens her grip, and then he’s grabbing ahold of the band of her panties, jerking it upwards, cursing at the sight of her pussy lips peeking out of the fabric.

“You know I like when you use your words, jagiya. You should know this by now.” He says lowly, the sound of her gasping and moaning ringing in his ears. He pulls a little tighter, and she’s squirming everywhere, hands gripping tightly at his hair.

She chokes out his name, and he hums, leaning in closer towards her, “I’ll say this again. Please what? What do you want from me, jagiya?”

“Y-you,” She gasps out, begging, pleading, “Please, Hyunjin. Please make me cum.”

He could have her beg a little more, have her moaning and crying and crumbling until he finally gives in, but he thinks he might die if he doesn’t taste her within the next five seconds.

He slides her panties to the side quickly, leaning in, eagerly licking up her pussy. She whines softly, lying her ankles on his back to push him forward, hands tugging his hair so hard that he’d be surprised if she didn’t pull some of his hair out. The taste of her on his tongue and the grip she has on his head causes his eyes to roll in the back of his head, a throaty groan falling from his lips. He could cum like this.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” He mumbles to himself, eyes mesmerized by how wet and pink she looks. Her pussy is glistening, so pretty and warm and perfect, and he’s leaning back in without a second thought, fucking his tongue into her.

“Hyunjin… fuck…” She whines softly, pulling his head even harder against her. He moans into her, lapping up and down and all around her pussy before flicking his tongue against her clit. She gasps, hips jerking off the chair, and he holds her hip down with one hand, his other trailing down to slip two fingers inside of her.

They slide in with ease, because of course they do. She’s drenching his face, drenching his fingers, moaning and withering above him like a good fucking girl. His good fucking girl.

“O-oh, Hyunjin, f-fuck… feels so good,” She moans out so sweetly, riding his face like she owns him. And she does. Fuck, she does. “Your mouth is so good. Always so good. Makes me cum so fast.”

His cock is rock hard in his pants. He feels like he’s going to bust if she doesn’t stop talking.

“Hyunjin, Hyunjin, yes, yes,” She chants the words over and over again, and fuck, he’s getting so close. Embarrassingly close to coming in his fucking pants.

He takes his left hand off of her hip to palm at his hard cock through his pants, desperate to relieve some of the pressure. It feels good, but it’s not enough, and he almost wants to just take his cock out so he can stroke it properly and cum all over her pussy.

Fuck. Now he’s thinking of his load coating her wet pussy and how pretty she’d look taking it. Maybe he’d fuck it into her, or maybe he’d lean down and lick it right the fuck up, tasting both of them on his tongue.

The thought has his pulse racing and his fingers thrusting faster inside her as he grabs his cock through his pants. He adds a third finger, maintaining a quick and steady pace as he flicks his tongue repeatedly over her swollen clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, right there, please, don’t stop,” She chokes out a sob, pulling and tugging and grinding even harder against him. He hums against her, sucking and licking and fucking her harder, and he sees stars once she calls out his name in a mix of pleas and whines and everything he loves to hear as she drenches his entire face.

He pulls his mouth back with a soft gasp, eyes instantly drawn to where she’s currently squirting all over his chin. He watches in awe, sticking his tongue out, moaning at the taste of her, wanting nothing more than to lick up every last drop of what she’s giving him.

“Yeah, jagiya, just like that,” He smirks, his fingers still thrusting inside of her as he works her through it, “Mhm, yeah. You’re coming so hard for me. Making such a mess all over me. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

One last tug against his cock and he’s doing just that. The mix of her taste and the sounds she’s making and how swollen and puffy her clit is—it’s enough to send him completely over the edge, and he’s shooting his load all in his pants and underwear, groaning loudly as he throws his head back, mouth gaped open in pure bliss.

He curses lowly, his fingers slipping out of her with a lewd sound that only heightens to his orgasm. He’s coming and coming and coming, the only thing on his mind being Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.

She whimpers his name out above him, her legs tense as she tries to close them, but he isn’t having any of that. He leans his mouth back in, lapping up every bit of her, marveling at the taste of her. Fuck, he can’t stop. He doesn’t want to stop. But he’s pretty sure he’s close to his thirty minutes of privacy being up, so he has to.

He groans in annoyance, resting his forehead against her inner thigh as he takes in a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He stays there for a few seconds before lifting his head up, trying to ignore the way her pussy is just begging for him to stuff it full with his cock. Now is not the time nor place for that, as much as it drives him crazy not to.

He pecks a quick kiss to her center before gently pulling her dress back down and crawling back out from underneath the table. He feels a little light-headed once he stands up to his full height, his knees and back throbbing a little from the uncomfortable position, but it was worth it. So fucking worth it.

“Are you okay?” He manages to pant out, seeing the dazed expression she has. Her eyes are glistening with tears, mascara running down her face, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath. He can feel his cock thickening in his pants once again but he can’t even be ashamed by that.

She glances down, probably noticing the giant wet patch and slight bulge that’s only growing by the second. No, she definitely notices, considering the way she’s practically undressing him with her eyes, and he finds himself reaching down to grab at his cock, wincing slightly as he very poorly adjusts himself in front of her.

Her eyes darken, and he’s about to ask the question again, when her voice stops him.

“Take me home, Hyunjin.”

He tries to blink through the slight haze he’s still in, a little confused at what she means by that. “Huh?”

She leans in, licking her lips as she trails her eyes all over him. She looks like she wants to devour him, and he’s more than happy to let her do whatever the fuck she wants with him.

“I said, take me home. If you don’t want me to fuck you with Ariana watching, then take. Me. Home.”

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