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Prompts: Pink Petals, Sneaking out at night to see a cherry blossom field under the moonlight, “Aren’t these blossoms beautiful?”

A/N: I decided to write two short fanfics for this event because I got inspired by all the prompts and colours and just think it’s very beautiful! And this is the first one to drop! Please enjoy the first storyand tell me what you think!

A clear spring night stretched in front of your window, stars twinkling in the dark space above as a contrast to the dim light of the street lamps underneath.

You sat on the window sill, shivering slightly as the night breeze ghosted over your bare legs. Watching the calm night, you reminisced the old days where you were still able to walk outside after sundown. You missed the time to simply stroll down the empty streets with a satisfied smile on your lips.

Ever since the government decided to encounter some nasty issues within the country with a nightly lockdown, you haven’t been outside your house after the sun had gone down ever since.

You sighed deeply, wishing once again you had a special permission to be outside at night but as your job didn’t require for you to be outside at that time, you would never get such a permission.

With one last glance up to the starry sky you decided to call it a night. You closed the window and walked over to your bed, crawling underneath your blanket. Out of a habit you grabbed for your smartphone, opening the contact of Johnny.

“Looked up tonight?”

The photoshoot was for one of the top fashion magazines in Korea, and they were dedicating several full spreads to your new album and long-term shiny partnerships with luxurious brands. You were going all in for this, and it was a wonder that you even got the concept approved. This was going to be way hotter than anything you’d done before.

Baekhyun spoke to your manager, and then addressed the entire room.

‘Alright, everything seems to be in order. Please empty the space now, thank you!’

Everyone scurried away, and in a minute, there was just you, your manager, and Baekhyun left.

‘You too,’ the photographer motioned at the door. ‘I don’t think she can relax with you watching from the sidelines like a creep.’

‘And she can in front of you?’ The other man tsked. ‘I’m staying.’

Before this escalated any further (with men being men), you intervened.

‘It’s fine, wait for me in the lobby. It would be easier if we’re alone.’

Baekhyun’s mouth twisted in a smirk, you swore you saw it before he turned away to tend to his camera. Feigning indifference, how cool of him.

‘But-’

‘We’ve worked together before. It’s fine. It’ll be more comfortable if only the necessary people are present.’

‘Alright.’ Your manager agreed, expression tentative. ‘But I’m one call away.’

You nodded. As if you’d call him in case Baekhyun actually did something inappropriate.

He was quick to leave, closing the door quietly behind him, probably somewhat happy to have a break with how busy your schedule was getting lately.

The silence was loud now that it was just the two of you. You tried focusing on the gentle sounds of stirring water, but there was no one in the pool, hence the water was almost still. It looked pretty, light blue — a color that reminded you of the glamorous Maldives beaches. Like most people, you’d much rather have a photoshoot there. There’s always next time…

‘Do you need help getting undressed?’ A voice in your ear startled you out of your thoughts.

Baekhyun stood close, only minimal distance between you, and you barely collected yourself before a visible shiver could take over your body. Instead, you retorted with a cheeky comment.

‘You seem eager.’

The photographer chuckled, brushing the strands away from your ear before leaning even closer.

‘You know I am.’

With that, you could only hope that he couldn’t see the goosebumps on your skin. The swiftness and irrevocability of your reactions to him were discomfiting.

‘Keep it in your pants, Byun.’ You said, trying to sound cold.

It was only semi-successful.

‘For now,’ he responded playfully, stepping away to watch you shake off your robe from a better angle. ‘I’ll never get tired of watching you strip.’

You rolled your eyes. Strip. Of course, that would be his word of choice.

‘Let’s get down to business.’

Turning around, you caught him staring shamelessly at your butt. He licked his lips before his eyes traveled to yours, and smiled, pleased to make a pun out of your words.

‘Let’s. Get down.’

It wasn’t easy for you to stay neutral. The set was quite intimate, and you were barely wearing anything, all while he was fully clothed. You were thankful to see him change his usual attire to something a bit more relaxed and well-suited for the setting. He wore shorts instead of oversized pants, and his feet were bare by the time you were ready to begin.

His hair was very different too. Last time you saw him, he had a mess of dark locks on his head. This time, however, he was blonde, with temples trimmed neatly. Somehow, this style sharpened his features, yet softened his look in general.

A few times in the course of the shoot you caught yourself staring, while he was flipping through the pics or adjusting the settings. You weren’t supposed to give him the pleasure, you made this promise to yourself prior to this shoot.

But it was getting so much more complex as the work progressed. You were now getting into water, first dipping your feet into it, then stretching out on the underwater stair-step.

Baekhyun was attentive and great at commanding you whenever you worked together. The results were always perfect, and your agency kept requesting him for more and more of their artists. He was a big name in the industry, not the best reputation, however. This man was the definition of a fuckboy, yet he somehow managed to miss the focal point of today’s event. Or your today’s outfit, to be precise.

It wasn’t your stylist who chose your clothing for today, it was you. And you knew exactly what you were doing, wearing a thin top and high-waist bottoms in white.

‘Good girl,’ he murmured in his usual fashion, looking through the last few shots. ‘Go deeper and get your tits wet. It’ll look good when you lean forward on deck.’

His suggestion made you smirk internally. Oh yes, it’d make you look pretty damn good. There was no doubt about that.

Doing as you were told, you swam to the spot where the depth of the pool was most suitable for your getting-out maneuver. It was rather shallow, and the level only reached your waist.

‘I’m going in from the side,’ Baekhyun announced, getting in the water with you. ‘Try to do it slowly, I’ll get a few angles.’

You nodded curtly.

‘Go ahead.’ He signaled for you to start, and you leaned forward, chest rising from the water.

It wasn’t visible because of your arms in front of you, but as you pulled yourself out of the water slowly, your chest opened fully to the outside world.

‘Yeah, that’s good, that’s g-’ The abrupt end of his casual phrase sent giddy excitement through you. ‘Y/N.’

‘Hm?’ You hummed as you climbed out and sat down at the edge of the pool, legs still half-submerged in water.

His eyes were on you now, scanning your body with covetous inquiry in real-time.

‘What the hell is this, honey?’

The pet names. You both hated and loved when he used them on you. The former because they were fake, and the latter… because they meant he was getting aroused.

Looking down innocently, you splashed the water with your foot.

‘What?’

He placed the camera away from the damp area before stepping closer to you and catching you by the ankle.

‘Don’t ‘what’ me. You know exactly what I’m talking about.’

Yes, you did know. He was talking about your see-through top. White tended to get half-transparent when you got in the water, and you wore unpadded lingerie instead of a proper swimsuit for a reason. To drive him crazy.

‘Didn’t you say that you wanted it to be professional?’ He reminded, getting even closer and circling the well-rounded areola with his thumb through the dank fabric while his other hand rested right by your thigh.

Yesterday.

That was the text you sent him when he told you he couldn’t wait to see you again. Maybe you even meant it at the time… You weren’t sure. Still, that wasn’t something you would care to admit to his face.

‘Where’s the fun in that?’ You smirk, finally looking him in the eye.

It took him a second to assess your response. And then he surged forward, pressing his lips to yours. You allowed him entrance into your mouth, and ran your fingers through his hair. They felt a bit crisper than they did last time, and you belatedly realized that he styled them ardently for today.

He broke the kiss first, telling you to move up.

‘Actually, get on the lounger. I wanna see everything.’

You chuckled, plopping onto one right as he got out of the pool. His shirt was sticking to his body, and his shorts looked like there was something going on in them. Too early to call it a boner, but you were satisfied with how things progressed.

‘Spread.’

His instructions were laconic, and you licked your lips in building anticipation.

Opening your legs, you observed as he tongued his cheek in frustration… of a pleasant kind.

‘It’s like you’re naked while you aren’t.’ He kneeled between your legs, looking right at your center. ‘Intriguing…’

His middle finger rubbed between your labia, pressing the moist fabric to your delicate skin. You knew he could very well see everything, yet having the thin layer between your skin and his felt like that final frontier. However easy it was to tear it down.

‘But I much prefer you genuinely naked.’

You lifted your butt eagerly to help him rid you of your panties. The skin underneath was damp, even more so than the rest of your body, and the direct contact with the air made you shiver.

‘Getting cold, baby?’ He asked in a sugary tone, lifting your leg up to place over his shoulder. ‘I can keep you warm.’

His tongue was scorching on your skin, and you gasped as he licked a quick stripe up. You looked down, meeting his eyes while his mouth explored your folds. His gaze was sinful. And so was his tongue, flattening out and rubbing fervently against your clit.

‘Baekhyun…’ You whispered, lost in the sensation too quickly.

He was way too good at this. And you knew that. He went down on you almost every time you’d had sex before. And every time you surveyed his face between your legs, he looked like he was exactly where he belonged. Humming in content as you squealed and shook in his hands, desperately gasping for air as he ate you out. He was noisy about it, too. No decency whatsoever.

‘Fuck-’ He swore before planting a kiss right below your most sensitive spot. ‘I could do this for hours. I’m so addicted to your pussy.’

‘We don’t have hours,’ you nudged him breathlessly. ‘Just shove your dick inside me.’

Baekhyun snickered, palming himself on autopilot.

‘I like the way you think, love.’

Before you came up with a snappy response, he tugged his shorts down and gave himself a few determined pumps. You gulped, watching his delicate hand flex, veins becoming more prominent as he moved it up and down his thick flesh.

‘Lie back down. No need to give me those greedy eyes of yours.’

You wanted to argue, but the press of his tip to your clit was simply too overwhelming. Moving down slightly to accommodate him, you lay flat on your back. The incline of the sunbed was perfect for Baekhyun’s position in front of you, so he leaned in, penetrating you slowly. Only as he sheathed himself fully inside, you realized how much you’d missed feeling him like this. You’d only ever met on occasion, and each time… you were simply too weak for him. Although you knew you’d walk away with an unpleasant throbbing in your chest, and this encounter would be on your mind for weeks to come.

Every time you found yourself merely thinking about his proximity, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. He had you wrapped around his finger, and you had no idea how to escape his charm. The magnetic pull, the power he had over you that you couldn’t battle. Even while knowing what he was like.

You felt sick afterwards, thinking that once again you became ‘another model’ in his list. It was obvious he didn’t think of this nearly as much as you did, and while you always played it cool with him, making it look like you were the one using him as your boytoy… In reality, it was you who craved at least fleeting contact with him.

Yet the price was incredibly high.

Your heart broke a little with every rendezvous. And despite his passionate thrusts driving you to your high with unfailing consistency, the moment you go your separate ways it’d feel like your soul was torn out of you again.

Did you have one anymore?

‘Y/N…’ Baekhyun’s pant ripped you out of the vacuum of your mind. ‘You feel even better than I remember. I wish I’d get to fuck you somewhere you could be loud at…’

That had never happened before. During all of your previous hookups you had to sneak around and keep it down. Those were mostly in hotels and… your dressing room. You’d learned to control your sound, because getting found out wasn’t an option. The kind of mess that would’ve followed had someone busted you… that you weren’t even willing to imagine.

‘Fuck,’ your lover grunted again before looking you in the eye. ‘You already close?’

‘Yes.’ The answer was short but filled with anticipation.

The sleek sounds your pussy produced as he continued moving his thighs were a clear indication of how ready you were to come. He made sure you did. Sometimes more than once. But you usually had very limited time together, so it wasn’t always on the table.

‘Good girl,’ he hummed, keeping a rough, steady rhythm. ‘Shit, I’m gonna come as soon as you do…’

He groaned this last part into your lips before giving you a deep kiss. Like always, he knew exactly when your orgasm was about to hit you. The muffled sounds you produced echoed off the tall walls of the area, and he held your mouth hostage for another minute before letting you take a breath.

The sudden desire to taste more of him overpowered your rational mind, so you blurted out the only thing that floated in your mind right now.

‘Don’t soil me.’ You barely managed to say that out loud before he grunted in initiating release.

He still pulled out, and you slid onto the floor quicker than he could even realize what was going on. Taking over, you jerked him off yourself, leaning down to catch each drop of his come in your mouth. Getting carried away, you didn’t even take note of his fingers in your hair. Sucking on his tip diligently as he choked up a groan, you made sure that you had all of his cum before giving him a couple concluding licks.

Wiping your mouth clean, you sat back down on the lounger. Baekhyun was still on his knees in front of you, breathless and dazed by your sudden leap, and you picked up your wet underwear to put it back on. As soon as you reclined, you heard a click.

He snapped a picture of you.

‘The heck?’ You frowned, caught off guard.

‘The sight is too mesmerizing to not perpetuate,’ he said, getting poetic out of the blue. ‘You’re beautiful, Y/N.’

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you instantly became defensive, sneering pettily in an unsuccessful attempt to cover it up.

‘Is that what you tell every model you fuck?’

He gave you a mischievous grin that only made you feel worse.

‘I definitely have it for the pretty ones. But you’re my favorite.’

Swallowing the bitterness in your mouth, you only hummed in response.

You could very well tell that you were. From what you’d heard before, he wasn’t the type to have sex with the same girl twice to avoid attachment. But it wasn’t the first time that you’d had sex with him. In fact, he’d had you sprawled underneath him on numerous occasions after (or during) some other photoshoots and events, where you’d crossed paths before.

But it was just that. Some brief fucking before your ways parted again for months. And as much as you wanted to put an end to the disconcerting dynamics between you two, you couldn’t. He was just too good at luring you in, and you were wandering into his trap willingly.

‘My offer still stands, honey. I’d date the hell out of you if you said yes.’

This wasn’t the first time he offered and you kept declining.

You truly wanted to put an end to your endless ‘get-togethers’, so actually agreeing to officially date him wasn’t part of your plan. Even though he was the one suggesting that, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you heard about him and a random young actress, or some other model that he fucked casually after a shoot. You had no intention of going through that. What you had right now wasn’t healthy, yet it was safer. For your emotional state.

Pushing your real feelings deeper down, you gave him a wry smile.

‘Don’t get greedy. Too much of a good thing is good for nothing.’ You got up and put your robe back on, giving him an almost flirty glance over one shoulder. ‘I hope you got some good shots. See you around, Baekhyun.’

He didn’t respond to that, only watching you walk away from him. You could feel his eyes boring into your back as you reached the door.

Baekhyun didn’t need to know that your feet were heavy as lead with every step you took away from him.

Unpacking the fresh copy of the magazine issue a few weeks later, you found out that the last picture he snapped of you ended up on the cover. A snapshot of your illicit passion’s aftermath.

Masterlist

He had chosen a local trail that had a waterfall along the way, which most people stopped to take a break before turning around and heading back down. It was supposedly an easy trail but you could barely even hear the splashing of the falls when Yuta started to complain about all the bugs. “Do you want to go back now?” You proposed to him as he grew ever more irritated with the insects sticking to his sweaty skin. 

“No, we didn’t make it to the falls yet and I’m not a quitter.” There was the competitive spirit you knew and loved. Yuta trudged on and the two of you eventually made it to the famous waterfall viewing site, the freshwater pounding into the lake and flowing down the mountain in a powerful stream.

You found a nice place to sit and rest while drinking water and taking a few pictures but Yuta didn’t seem to be as relaxed as you. “Would you like to head down?” you offered.

“Yes, I would very much like that,” he breathed while staring off down the stretch of running water. He tolerated you taking a few more pictures of the waterfall and of the two of you before throwing his backpack on and waiting for you to do the same. 

He didn’t outwardly rush you but you could feel it from his aura that he was getting impatient. “When we get home, you can take a nice warm shower and go to sleep early, okay?” It was almost like talking to a child but you knew he was already worn thin and didn’t want to push him further.

On the descent from the falls, Yuta remained a few steps in front of you but made sure to never get too far ahead. He would stop to hold low-hanging branches out of your way and help you down large steps or unstable patches. Even while slightly grumpy, he still made sure to look after you as always. 

Going down seemed much easier than the journey up and it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when you finally set foot on the pavement of the parking lot at the start of the trail. Yuta wasted no time in making his way toward his car and unloading his stuff into it. 

He leaned against the car and waited for you to catch up. He lifted up his tank top to wipe away the perspiration on his face, revealing his toned torso while you passed by. You reached out and tickled him, making him yell out while chasing after you. 

You dropped your heavy backpack and ran around the car, giggling while Yuta chased after you while threatening to tickle you. Your legs were already growing sore and you quickly gave in. 

Yuta caught up to you and trapped you against the car with an arm wrapping around your shoulders and his free hand finding its way to all your sensitive spots. You squirmed in his arms until you were gasping for air, “stop! stop! I’m sorry!”

He grinned and stopped his affectionate torture, pulling you in for a hug instead. “Thank you for coming with me today,” he softly spoke into your ear. 

“Of course! I love spending time with you!” He held you ever more tightly, knowing that you enjoyed yourself. “But next time let’s go when it’s not so humid and muggy.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Yuta sassed, leaning in to kiss you. 

Your lips met his in a quick embrace and a silent message of appreciation and fondness passed between the two of you. 

“As much as I enjoy kissing you, you’re hot and sticky but not in a good way,” you tell him while gently pushing him away. 

He raised an eyebrow at you as you put your backpack into the trunk. “I know you like that though.”

“Oh, shut up, or else I’m taking the shower first,” you quip, knowing that there would now be a race to the bathroom the second you got back home.

Your relationship was fairly well-known among your fellow staff and the members of his group but luckily, the two of you had managed to lay low enough to not attract much attention. When he came on to the show for the first time and needed help understanding what he would have to do in a game, you never would have expected what your conversation with him would lead to. 

At first, you were simply explaining the rules of a game to him but then he started asking more questions and inquiring how you got hired and why you worked for this entertainment company. You told him your story and asked him the same about how he became an idol. By the end of the shoot, Yuta was interested in you and gave you his number to continue your conversation. Since then, the rest was history. 

He would invite you to casual outings and show you his favorite places which were often smaller, niche stores and restaurants that were hidden from the public eye. At a certain point, he started staying over at your apartment when his schedule was empty. With that, you and Yuta quickly progressed to being in an official romantic relationship together and he only become ever more affectionate and doting. 

During the periods when he wasn’t busy doing idol activities, he always made time to be with you. Even if it was simply staying over for the night and watching a movie together, he was there. When he had hardly any schedules for a month and stayed over for days on end, he reached his peak domesticity with you. 

He had taken up a fair share of chores like washing the dishes, taking out the trash, and even doing the laundry. Or well, at least the clothes he wore. But regardless, it felt nearly as if the two of you were a normal couple living together. Within the walls of your apartment, Yuta lost his stardom and became simply your loving boyfriend. But of course, both of you knew how to return to being professional when out and about.

Especially when your paths would cross for filming purposes with you behind the camera and him in front. Yuta was never really a huge fan of doing variety shows but if you were there watching him, he made sure to put his all into it which was likely why he seemed to have so much luck in winning the ‘king’ title on the show you were currently directing. 

You quietly laughed when he sat haughtily on the throne put aside for the king and briefly went through the queue cards before passing them to Taeyong. “There are too many words, here, you read them.” The rest of his members burst out laughing at his sassiness along with Taeyong’s astounded expression though he took the cards and did as asked.

Yuta continued on like this throughout his reign as king, ordering his members around and even volunteering himself and Mark for punishment because they would get to do the infamous Pepero game together. Everyone kept breaking out into fits of laughter at Yuta’s outrageous requests to his members like when he made Johnny carry Jaehyun while doing squats or had Doyoung and Taeyong act cute towards him on the throne. You knew he was definitely enjoying this too much. 

Thankfully, another member took his place at the end of the next game and was a bit kinder towards the group but it was already too late for Yuta. The king’s mindset had stuck and he didn’t want to let it go just yet. 

Later in the week when he visited your place after filming for a music show, he put on the attitude again when he saw you editing some of the footage from that day. “Go make me some tea,” he commanded with a deep voice, “I will monitor myself and admire my handsomeness while I wait.” 

You raised an eyebrow at him but left to go make his favorite type of tea anyways since you were overdue for a break. When you returned with his drink he accepted it, but not without giving you another task. “I’m a bit cold. Fetch me a blanket.” This time you rolled your eyes at his request. “Hey, watch it. I saw that,” Yuta warned.

You threw a blanket at him and motioned for him to get out of your seat. He briefly stood up only to sit back down in your lap. “I want you to pay attention to me. Hold me.” You blinked a few times and tried your best to reach around him and continue working on your computer but quickly gave up. 

“Can I do something for you? Like, I don’t know, give you a blowjob? Maybe some time in the bedroom? This is not working out,” you told him. 

“Hmm, normally I would accept that offer but I saw you have yet to do the dishes,” he commented, reminding you of your undone chores. “You didn’t do the dishes so, therefore, I’m not doing you.”

“You absolute brat,” you spit at him. “I’m not helping you the next time you’re horny.”

“No, wait, hold on,” he backpedaled, “I’ll go do the dishes and we can go spend some time together once you’re done editing.” 

“I’ll think about it,” you hummed while returning to your work of editing his highness ordering his members around.

Yuta had been your boyfriend for a few years so you would be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined raising children of your own with him. “Yeah, I have. A few times, actually.”

“What if, hear me out,” he began, “what if we get to doing that soon?”

You looked at him questioningly. “Which one? Like the getting married part, or the having kids part?”

Yuta shrugged, “both.”

“Are you asking me to marry you right now?” 

“Hm, possibly,” he hummed while you dragged him away from the kids and continued on your path through the neighborhood and into a small, open park. 

“I’m not saying I don’t want to marry you but don’t you think it’s a little soon? Like maybe we should wait until we’re more financially stable?” you reasoned.

Yuta paused in his tracks on the fresh snowy path. “But how will we know once we reach a point of being ‘financially stable’? Why wait for something we may not even recognize?”

“Because how else are we going to plan a ceremony or budget for having kids? They cost a lot of money, you know, and-”

“So you do want kids!” Yuta interrupted, catching on to the one sole important thing in your sentence.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Yes, but-”

“Come on,” he whined, “just marry me and we can figure things out later. It’s only a promise. We don’t even have to have a ceremony or anything.” 

You linked your arm with his and tugged him along, not wanting to block the sidewalk for any other people. “Ask me again in a year.”

“Marry me, you won’t,” he taunted, “you’re too scared, aren’t you?”

“Yuta, I said in a year, not a second.” He let out a groan of frustration similar to a child throwing a tantrum when their parent wouldn’t give them the item they wanted. In this case, he was the child and the object was your hand in marriage. 

He was able to contain himself for another few hours or so until after having dinner with some of your family and walking around the mall with them. The two of you had fallen behind the group while stopping to admire the large Christmas tree in the center of the mall. “Imagine if I proposed to you here,” Yuta mused. “I could do it right now. Here, marry me.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you warned as he got down on one knee, holding his hands like a box. “Yuta! Get up!” You pulled him to his feet before he could draw the attention of others. 

“Okay, okay, jeez” he allowed himself to get dragged along while you brought him to catch up with the rest of your family. 

It wasn’t until late in the night when you were sitting with Yuta out on the front porch sipping hot chocolate that he made his fifth proposal. “Will you do the honor of marrying me and being my partner throughout this long journey of life?” 

You looked at him suspiciously over the rim of the mug you were drinking from. He had a habit of telling white lies and playing small pranks so you had a feeling that this was one of them. You squinted at him as if trying to see whether he was being genuine or not but to no avail. “You know I will marry you eventually, right?” you asked, wanting to make sure he knew that you weren’t just rejecting him. 

“Do I?” he questioned. It felt like he was egging you on.

You let out an exaggerated sigh, giving in to whatever front he was putting up and thinking up your best theatrics to answer him. “Why yes, Yuta, I would love to be your wedded partner until death pulls us away from each other.” 

Now it was his turn to look at you with an odd expression. “No, I mean like, seriously.” 

Oh. He was actually sincere about it this time. Sensing the shift in the mood, you quickly admitted to your mistake. “Sorry, I honestly thought you were playing around but Yuta, you are my one love and I would marry you in this life and the next, and all the ones after.” 

“Sooooo, is that a yes?”

“Yes, I will marry you.” 

It only took a day filled with five proposals.

“Oh, it was just a bad dream,” Yuta mumbled. “Sorry if I startled you.” He laid back down and closed his eyes though you knew he wasn’t going back to sleep just yet. He couldn’t. Not after he dreamt that he killed you.

He had killed his loving spouse while on this honeymoon. He grabbed you by your throat and choked you to death. He felt your soul leave your body from the way your resistance gave out. Yuta was not in control of his own body but he was conscious of everything he did in that dream.

He hoped that’s all it would be. A dream. A nightmare.

When morning came, the two of you slept in late and by the time Yuta dragged you out of bed and away from your little escapades with him under the sheets, it was nearly sunset. You felt it was the perfect time to go out and visit the long, beautiful beach you had seen on the way into the town.

Yuta gladly went with you, quickly taking off his shoes and socks before running straight into the pale golden sand. You followed suit and joined him in running down to where the land met the sea. It felt like the two of you were back to being in elementary school with the way you and Yuta took turns chasing each other up and down the expanse of the beach.

“You can’t catch me!” he taunted, jumping around in front of you.

“I just did literally a minute ago,” you shouted back.

He mocked you rather accurately and then claimed “that’s because I let you.”

“Nakamoto Yuta, don’t you dare lie to me!” you threatened and broke out into a sprint after him once more.

Laughter from both of you rang out and filled the quiet air as if there were no one else around. When the sun had fully set, your energy was depleted but your heart was full. You sat down where the grass mingled with the sand and took the time to bask in the serenity of this moment for a little while longer.

The glaring rays of the sun were fading over the edge of the horizon, painting the sky with burning hues of orange and pink while the clouds were loosely spread about. You could see a faint image of the moon beginning to glow accompanied by the shy glitter of stars dotting the sky while it faded into a shade of dark blue.

Normally, you weren’t able to see a sight like this because of all the lights from the city, and even if you did, the sound of cars passing by and people living their lives took away from the impact it had. This town was so calm and silent and you felt it cleared your senses from being constantly overwhelmed.

But now that you thought about it, everything here seemed a bit too…still.

Yuta noticed it too. He stood next to you but facing the main street of the town, his head tilting as he looked left and right, trying to find any sign of human life. Nothing. There was not a single car on the road. All the houses were dark, and only the streetlights eerily shining above the empty pavement showed the slightest piece of humanity.

“Yuta? Are you…seeing what I’m seeing?” you timidly asked, not sure if you were simply imagining all of this.

He turned to you slowly as if scared to take his eyes off of the cluster of buildings the two of you believed to be your quaint beachside retreat. “Yeah and I don’t think I like it,” he confirmed while offering a hand to help you up. “Let’s get going before night actually sets in and it’s completely dark.” You didn’t have to be told twice, your time with the remaining afterglow of the sun growing shorter by the second.

Once you and Yuta arrived back at the small house and turned on almost all the lights, it felt slightly better but the absolute darkness outside was unsettling. Both of you got to work trying to find whatever information you could on the town with growing inklings of danger. You groaned when the infamous circle of death popped up, rotating again and again on the page. “There’s no reception here,” Yuta noted, showing you the same thing on his phone.

The two of you wandered throughout the house, trying to find anywhere that had even a single bar of service to put your worries to rest. Your anxiety only heightened further when you heard Yuta let out a yell from the kitchen. “Ah! I think I got something!” You ran over to join him and held onto his arm while he clicked on a page from Yelp.

He started reading the comment created just one week ago. “There’s something wrong with this town. I don’t know what it was but just stay away. I had horrible nightmares when I stopped by to repair my car. Do not go to this town.”

With every word you hoped you would wake up and find this was all just a bad dream. But this nightmare was only getting started.

You bit down on your lower lip, the drag of his dick inside your walls made you delirious. A moan escaped your lips when he thrusted into you, disrupting your slow and sensual pace. “If you wanted to fuck me, you shouldn’t have begged me to ride you”, you told him, brushing strands of hair out of his face.

“Couldn’t help myself”, he grinned and tightened his hold on your hips, thrusting harshly into you once more.

“Such a tease.” You leaned down and kissed him, grinning just like him. You didn’t care whether he took control or you had to take the lead. As long as you were together with him, you were content with anything.

You met Sehun at a coffee shop months ago and both of you were star struck the minute you two locked eyes with each other. At first you two only met for a regular coffee but soon enough the tension between you grew big enough that you had brought him home with you. Ever since you met each other as often as possible, sharing woes and worries, eating out together or simply enjoying the time you spent together. 

So when Sehun texted you he had an especially rough day, you promised to come over as soon as you were done with work. The minute he opened his door, he pulled you against his toned body and kissed you deeply, sighing softly as his hands ran over your body. You had giggled but played along nonetheless. 

That’s how you found yourself riding him on the couch in the middle of the living room. You had exchanged your shirt with his button up, leaving his upper body bare. Your hands glided over his pecs and toned muscles, your mouth salivating with the wonderful view he gave you.

His hand brushed over your skin as he moved it from your hip to your breast, cupping it with his large hand and pressing kisses on it through the fabric of his button up. “You look stunning in my clothes”, he whispered and nosed over the bare skin between your breasts.

You closed your eyes and threw your head back, letting yourself fall with his soft ministrations. A stark contrast to his harsh thrusts into you. Though you wouldn’t complain with all the attention and love he gave you. With Sehun you felt worshipped.

Sehun looked up at you, smiling softly when your eyes met. You made him feel alive, even on days where everything went wrong. You only had to hug him - no, even a smile was enough for him - to feel better and stronger than before, ready to fight again. His hands wandered to your back and shoulders, pulling your whole body down on his dick, locking you there while he thrusted harshly into you. Sehun’s eyes never left your face, seeing how it twisted in pleasure and how moans and whines fell from your lips with each thrust.

You stilled when you opened your eyes again, seeing someone standing in the doorway to the living room. You stared at the woman with wide eyes. Your mind was still clouded with lust and the confusion that spread through your body didn’t help you with reacting to her.

The woman stood there just as still, staring at you and Sehun. When he finally realised that something was wrong and turned his head towards her, she broke out of her stupor. Her nostrils flared in anger and an ear piercing scream filled the apartment. 

She stormed over to you and before either of you were able to react, the woman slapped you right across the face.

Tears sprung into your eyes and the skin on your cheek stung from the impact. Your body automatically reacted with your hand touching your burning cheek in shock. 

She was about to hit you again, when you pushed yourself away from Sehun and stumbled away from the woman, bringing a safe distance between the both of you. Your eyes shortly dropped towards Sehun, who looked equally stunned, before they shot back up to the woman.

You saw tears streaming down her cheeks, fury burning in her eyes while she screamed profanities at you.

Slowly you recovered from the first shock and pulled Sehun’s shirt close in front of your body, hiding your nudity. Your eyes flicked between that woman and Sehun until your brain finally decided to listen to the words the woman was spewing.

“HOW COULD YOU?!?? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CHEATING ON ME? WHO IS THAT SLUT? WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING ME? Sehun, baby!!! Please! Say something! Explain yourself!” Her screams turned down into whaling as she sat down next to Sehun and grabbed his upper arm, shaking it violently while she sobbed loudly.

“What do you mean by cheating?” You asked, confused with her antics. Your gaze shifted towards Sehun once again, who stared blankly into the distance the horror painted on his face.

The woman jumped up again upon hearing your voice, pointing a manicured nail at you. “I am his girlfriend! What are you doing with my boyfriend? How can you live with yourself knowing he has a doting girlfriend?”

You stared at her in disbelief, needing several moments before your gaze dropped to Sehun, waiting for him to say something - hoping for him to deny those words.

“HOW DARE YOU LOOK AT HIM?!” The woman screeched and lunged herself forward again, ready to attack you with her long nails.

You stepped back again, bringing the small couch table between you and her. Even if her accusations were right, you wouldn’t accept her slapping you again. Once was more than enough for you and definitely uncalled for since you had no idea.

“I didn’t know about you!” You shouted back at her, trying to reach that woman over her screaming.

“DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT ME? WE’RE WEARING MATCHING NECKLACES WITH OUR NAMES!” She grabbed the golden necklaces and showed it to you, pointing at Sehun’s name with her other hand. “How could you slut destroy our relationship?!”

You weren’t able to answer her when Sehun suddenly stood up and placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her towards him with an ice cold gaze. He had pulled his pants back up, leaving him only shirtless.

You felt like vomiting when you saw her hands wandering over his chest in a desperate plea. You tried to ignore her and focused on Sehun instead, wanting to hear what he had to say.

“It’s over between us.” His eyes held absolutely no emotion towards that woman and he slowly pushed her away from his body, not wanting her to touch him like that.

“Over?! OVER? How could you say that now? Please, let us talk when that slut isn’t clouding your mind!”

“Don’t call her that!” Sehun pushed her away, this time more harshly, ignoring her outcry while she stumbled backwards. “I fell out of love with you for a long time now. Even before I met Y/N. I’m sorry I dragged it out. I should have said something sooner.”

“Said something sooner?” You spoke up this time, looking at him in disbelief. “What do you mean by sooner? Before we started seeing each other, before we started dating or before we started having sex?” Instead of waiting for an answer you scoffed and walked around the room to pick your clothes up.

“Yeah, get lost, you whore!”

You ignored her statement, too caught up in your own thoughts. You felt like a robot with how stiff you moved around to get dressed again, only stopping in your movements when Sehun grabbed you by your shoulders. You looked up at him, feeling the tears rimming at the corner of your eyes.

“Stay”, he whispered softly, brushing a lonely tear away from your cheek. “Please.”

“Do you have any idea how used I feel right now?” Your voice cracked at the end of your question even though you didn’t speak above a whisper yourself.

Sehun shook his head. “I can only imagine. But I beg of you to stay. Please let me explain myself.”

Your mind told you to leave and take the longest and hottest shower as soon as possible, while your heart begged you to listen to him. It begged you to stay with him, begged you to ask him for a tight hug, wanting nothing more than to be held by his strong arms. You closed your eyes, contemplating your options before you sighed deeply. “I’ll take a shower”, you said resignated and turned away from Sehun, walking towards his bathroom. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw the girlfriend fuming, ready to spew more profanities if it weren’t for Sehun’s cold voice grabbing her attention.

You couldn’t and didn’t want to listen to their conversation, undressing yourself and stepping into the shower, turning the handle to scorching hot and waiting for the water to burn your sins from your skin.

If you had known he had a girlfriend you wouldn’t have slept with him, wouldn’t have met with him. At least you tried telling yourself that, knowing full well you would have tried everything to be with him nonetheless. After all, you loved him with all your heart and soul. You watched the water run down your body and down the drain, caught up in your thoughts and self loathing. You wondered how you were able to be that blind, not noticing that he had a girlfriend already. You even tried to remember whether he wore a golden necklace the first time you two met but nothing sparked your memory.

“Y/N?”

You looked up to see Sehun’s shadow on the other side of the shower curtain. He nervously played with his fingers and stepped from one foot to another. “Are you alright?”

“I don’t know”, you answered him in a monotonous voice. You felt empty and confused, angry and maybe even heartbroken or desperate, though you didn’t want to get even lower with your pride.

“May I come in?”

You stared at Sehun’s shadow, momentarily confused with what he meant until you saw him strip out of his pants and step into the shower, hissing when the hot water hit his skin. You continued to stare at him, almost listlessly while he adjusted the heat of the water and finally turned towards you, looking at you with worried eyes.

“I’m sorry to have put you in such a situation. She’s gone now and she returned my keys as well and I broke up with her now and, and, and… I’m sorry.”

You hummed lowly, not feeling like actively engaging in that conversation. You didn’t even know why you stayed in the first place.

“It was already over with her when we started seeing each other. I was just caught up with my love for you and obviously extremely dumb because I didn’t break up with her completely. We were on a break when I met you because it wasn’t quite peachy between the both of us. I didn’t see her or anything, I honestly forgot that we were technically still together.”

“How could you forget something like that?” Your voice sounded off, as if it didn’t belong to you anymore. The tone was harsh and unforgiving, slashing Sehun’s attempts of apologising immediately.

“I don’t know. It’s dumb. I just didn’t think about it.” He ran his fingers through his wet hair, pushing it out of his face - an obvious indicator how distressed he felt. His eyes met yours, the pain vivid in them as he searched for any emotion in yours. “Please”, he begged, unsure what exactly he begged for.

“You lied to me”, you whispered, a sob breaking through your lips and tears mixing with the water of the shower. “How can I trust you again when you lied to me?”

“I’m sorry”, he said and pulled you against his chest, hugging you tightly while you sobbed into his arms. “I’m so so sorry.” He apologised over and over again, simply holding you and waiting until you calmed down. “I promise I won’t lie to you ever again! I love you, Y/N, I love you so so much. Please, please forgive me.”

You listened to his beating heart and the water dropping on your bodies. You raised your hands, placing one on your own chest and the other on his, comparing your heartbeats with each other. “I love you too”, you whispered almost inaudible, new tears streaming down your face. Even though you felt hurt, you still loved him. You looked up at Sehun, blinking through the water to see his face. 

He looked pained and worried, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he feared you might push him away at any second.

“I need a new start”, you said loudly enough for him to hear, seeing how the hope in his eyes crashed and his shoulders dropped with despair. “I want to scratch everything and forget about this - especially what happened today.”

“I understand.”

“No, you don’t.” Your voice was stern and you knew your gaze was way too serious for your next words. “I love you and I want a new start. A start with no lies or secrets. I need a clean start. Let me fall in love with you again.” You took a deep breath, thinking over your options once more, hoping you were making the right call. “Tomorrow”, you caught Sehun’s eyes and made sure he followed each of your words, “I’ll be at the café ready to be bumped into by the love of my life and start going on dates with him.”

Sehun looked at you, needing a moment to process your words, before he broke into a teary grin, thanking you over and over again. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, shaking violently from his relieved cries.

You snaked your arms around his neck and hugged him just as tightly, softly stroking over his hair while humming a soothing melody. You loved him and despite his grave mistake you would continue to love him until you took your last breath.

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He greeted everyone personally, bowing and waving to his coworkers. Even when he reached his desk, which was right across from yours, he turned around and waved with both hands to everyone in the room, wishing them a good morning as well.

Women fawned over him, men wanted to be like him and you - you wanted him to be gone. 

You pursed your lips and looked back down to your computer screen, trying to focus on your work instead. You had to work hard to be acknowledged by the higher-ups and even then they often overlooked you and chose Mr. Perfect right in front of you.