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“Baby? Where are you?” You set your purse and keys on the banister and slipped off your coat. You heard a few swears and the clattering of bowls before he finally appeared, running out of the kitchen. “What’s going on?”

“Hey! Okay, so, you know how I have some free time, right? Well, you’re always doing things for me like cooking dinner for me- No, wait, don’t go in there,” he plead and ran in front of you when you started walking towards the kitchen. He stood in the doorway and blocked your view. “Please don’t look in there.”

“Sweetheart, I’m tired. Too tired to truly get angry about whatever you did, but also too tired to have much patience.”

“Just go to the room and I’ll take care of it, but I’m not budging until you’re out of sight.“

“Fine,” you said simply and got on your hands knees, crawling through the small space between his legs.

He groaned and closed his legs around your waist, waddling to try and drag you away from the kitchen. When it wasn’t really working, he bent over, grabbed your ankles, and started dragging you away. You kicked your feet until he let go, nearly stumbling and balancing himself on some nearby furniture.

You stood up and ran towards the kitchen; you would have made it if it weren’t for the fact that he jumped on you and you both fell to the floor- he was kind enough to have you land on top of him and his back collided with the floor.

When both of you had become aware of your surroundings, you didn’t even bother trying to get away. He just held you by the waist and you both studied each other’s face. “You’re handsome,” you whispered and pecked his lips.

He shyly grinned and looked away. “Do you promise to not get angry?”

“I swear on my life.”

He sighed and released your waist. “Alright, then you can see the mess...”

You gave him one final kiss before standing up and going to the kitchen, with Jiho following. Looking around the kitchen, you were mildly mortified. There were piles of dirty dishes- pans and pots with a burnt substance stuck to them, and bowls with some sort of sauce pooling at the bottom- and a reddish-brown sauce all over the countertops. 

You rolled your eyes and instantly regretted it once a sharp pain shot throughout your eyes from the muscles being tight. You called the desperate friend back and she picked up before a full ring could finish.

“Hey!,” her cheerful voice rang through the speaker.

You had to slightly pull the phone away from your ear to make sure to not go deaf. “Hey. Why did you call so many times? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s perfectly fine! I just wanted to see if you wanted to come over later today for a swim. Christian will be there~”

‘Again with the damned teasing, even though we’re officially dating now,’ you thought to yourself. “Sure, I’ll go swimming. Why couldn’t you have just texted this to me? Where are you, anyways? You’re my roommate unless you moved out while I was sleeping.”

“Oh! I’m at my parent’s house. I felt like talking instead of texting.”

“Let me guess, you had five cups of coffee? Possibly energy drinks?”

She scoffed and replied, “That’s none of your business.”

You chuckled silently to yourself. “When and where?”

“10, four blocks away from McDonald’s. And wear something skimpy for Christian!”

Deciding that you had enough of the teasing, you hung up, set an alarm for 8:30, and rolled over and went back to sleep.

You arrived at the water park with sunscreen already applied, a beach towel, sunglasses, and wearing a black bikini with lace accents on the hips and between the cleavage- it was nothing seductive but flattered you well enough. As soon as you walked in, you heard the unmistakable sound of Lu squealing. You turned around only for her to attack you in a bear hug. You quickly hugged her back before pulling away and setting your stuff on a nearby sun chair.

“Weird. I kind of expected this place to be packed with people.”

“My family rented it for the day, so we can stay until closing.”

“I personally have no plans on that seeing as... I just have no plans on that.”

She laughed and lightly hit your arm to get your attention, as if she didn’t have it already. “Hey! Make sure to shower off before getting in the pool or hot tub. The lifeguards are being super strict about it. But a few of them are cute, so it’s okay.”

“Oh God, Lu. Don’t hook up with one of them. Be classier than that.”

“I won’t, I promise. I’ll just get one of their numbers and meet up at another time.”

“I guess that’s better. I’m going to go shower off and get in the hot tub. You coming?”

“Nah, I already showered off. I’ll meet you in the hot tub.”

“Alright.” You made your way into the women’s locker room, turned on a showerhead, and let the water gently beat against your skin. You almost got lost in the moment when someone grabbed the elastic to your bikini bottoms and snapped it against your ass. “Dammit, Lu!” You turned around to see that it wasn’t her, but instead Christian.

“Weird, I don’t remember that ever being my name or nickname.” He smirked and backed you up against the showering area’s wall. His hands rested on your hips and he pressed his body against yours.

“Chris, someone could walk in! How were you even able to sneak in here?”

“Relax, babe. I have it covered. I locked the door and distracted the lifeguard guarding the entrance. We have time.”

“Fine, but we gotta be quick.” Not even a second after saying that, his lips were all over you. You couldn’t even be remotely upset at him as you slipped into a state of lust and ecstasy. Your fingers combed through and tugged at his hair, and your fingernails occasionally scraped his scalp as he kissed and sucked at along your neck and chest. Luckily none of it was hard enough to leave hickeys, even though you desperately wanted him to be rougher.

Your fingers ghosted down his upper torso to his swim trunks, where you untied and pulled them down. His cock was erect and, damn, he looked ravishing. His teeth pulled at your bottom lip as he slid your bikini bottoms off and picked you up, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He locked your lips in a deep kiss and his tongue explored every crevice of your mouth.

It hadn’t been long since both of you had sex, only one and a half weeks, but the risk factor this location had made you all the more eager. The tip of his cock grazed your entrance and he slowly pushed in. It had been easy for him to penetrate you thanks to how turned on you were and the water that was still running. His lips never left yours as he thrusted in and out of you at a toe-curling pace.

You moaned into his mouth and grabbed ahold of his shoulders as his thrusts became deeper. You could feel the wall tiles leaving impressions in your back and Christian’s grip on the back of your thighs tightened. He broke the kiss, both of you gasping for air, and left butterfly kisses along your jaw. You pulled him as close as possible even though you couldn’t really get closer, but you just needed him closer and closer. You tried to grind your hips against his at a pace close to his thrusts.

He let out a few grunts that were silenced against your skin and you bit your bottom lip to quiet any moans that might try to escape. Your abdomen tightened as you came close to your climax and you tightened around his cock, causing his thrusts to become harder.

Your orgasm hit you in a solid wave; you gasped and reclined your head, accidentally bumping it against the wall but the pain was replaced with a high. Christian pulled his throbbing cock out of you and you immediately grabbed onto him and jerked him off until his cum vanished down the drain and there were no signs of him ever having an erection.

Both of you caught your breath and tidied up, including redressing. “How are you going to get out of here?”

“I think there’s a window that leads to the little alleyway between here and the men’s locker room. I’ll try to squeeze through there. Go ahead and head out.” He planted a kiss on your lips before disappearing.

“You look gorgeous from behind. I can’t wait to see the full view.”

A smile crept its way onto my face, and I turned around and placed my hands on his broad chest. “You’re the only guy I know who manages to be perverted and charming at the same time.”

A smile lit up Jay’s face and he gently kissed my lips. “I’m the only guy allowed to be perverted towards you, though. And I was right that the front view is absolutely stunning.” He took a small step away from me to get a better look and whistled, causing me to blush and giggle. “Come on, sit down. Your feet must be killing you.” He lead me by the hand to the table, pulling out a chair and pushing me in once I sat down. He sat opposite of me and we both grabbed a glass of wine. “Cheers to our amazing relationship that I would not trade for the world.”

I smiled and my heart raced at his words. Usually the sweetest thing he would say was ‘I love you’ or something perverted, even though he truly was an amazing boyfriend. “Cheers.” We chimed our glasses together and I took a sip while he took three. “Are you nervous for something? You’re usually not one for wine and here you are, happily drinking it.”

He smiled sheepishly and shook his head. “No, not at all. I’m just happy to be here with you.”

My eyes crinkled as my smile widened. “I’m happy to be here with you, too.”

“I reserved a dinner for us, so we should probably get going.”

I stood up from the chair as he did and started walking out to his car. “You didn’t rent the whole restaurant this time, did you?”

As he reached the driver’s side, he put on his blazer, unlocked the his car, and sat in the driver’s seat. I sat in the passenger’s seat as he simply replied with, “Don’t worry about it. It’s Valentine’s Day, so I need to show my love.” The engine came to life and he drove in the direction of what I assumed was heading towards the restaurant.

Once we reached the restaurant, we walked in and I discovered that he had reserved the restaurant for just the two of us. We sat down at a table lit by candlelight. The candles were unscented, but provided a beautiful glow.

“It’s not surprising that you rented the place for the night,” I said as I sat in a chair and began scanning over the menu. He sat across from me and started reading his menu, glancing back up at me every so often. He was trying to be sneaky about it, but he had never been good at hiding things. I placed my menu down flat on the table top and watched him. “Jay.”

“Yeah?,” he asked in an almost startled voice, trying to put on an act.

“Why do you keep looking at me?”

He scoffed and grinned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Jay! What are you hiding? Is a band going to come out of nowhere and start playing?”

He laughed and simply replied, “No. If I wanted to have someone perform for you, I’d either do it myself or get one of the AOMG boys to.”

I rolled my eyes and smiled, shaking my head. “You would go to the ends of the world to promote your boys.”

“Of course. Friends help friends.”

We spent the rest of the night talking about nonsense, laughing, eating, and drinking. After having a dessert of strawberry cheesecake, he did his nervous habit of rubbing his hands together slowly and then silently clapping them together. He looked incredibly handsome in a tuxedo, but the tattoos made him look like a mob boss. I would have giggled if it weren’t for the fact that 

“Jay? What’s wrong?”

“Oh! Nothing. Sorry. I guess I kind of spaced out. Go ahead and head out to the car while I pay.” He stiffly smiled and stood up, helping me out of my seat and walking me to the door, and then heading to the front desk.

Later that night, I was now makeup-less and wearing shorts and one of Jay’s tank tops that was a little too big for me, but was comfortable and smelled like his cologne. We were lying in bed, watching La La Land, when he paused the movie and turned to face me. Anxiousness was written all over his face and my worry returned. He was rarely, if ever, anxious.

He opened his mouth and let it hang open for a few split seconds before finally speaking: “I’ve been thinking about this for a while and the moment finally feels right...” He reached into the pocket of his gym shorts and pulled out a small box covered with crushed velvet. He slowly opened the box and sheepishly asked, “Will you... Will you marry me?”

I wanted to make a joke like, ‘The player Jay Park wanting to settle down?’ but decided against it since it would ruin the moment. I was overcome by joy and would have broken into tears if I hadn’t taken a quick moment to collect myself. “Of course I will marry you.” He grinned and slipped the gorgeous engagement ring onto my finger.

We embraced each other in a tight, warm hug and kissed each. It started out as quick and loving but grew more passionate and deeper by the second. Soon he was on top of me and his hands were gently caressing every inch of my body. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and I slid his shirt off over his head. My fingertips lightly traced the outlines of his muscles after he slipped off the tank top of his that I had stolen. He gently sucked on my bottom lip and I gently nibbled at his top lip.

His lips trailed down to my neck and planted butterfly kisses all over it. His lips were so soft and plush, they were an addiction in themselves. My fingers raked through his hair and he stripped off my remaining clothing. Feeling embarrassingly bare compared to him, I stripped him naked as well. The room was dimly lit with the only light source coming from the television and the light and shadows worked together to perfectly sculpt his glorious body. I wanted him- not in a greedy, animal-like way but in a way that declared this man as being ‘the one’.

His lips ravished my breasts with kissing and licking, with love underlining every movement. One of his fingers rubbed my clit in slow, large circles. It was obvious that all he wanted to do was fuck me senseless by his throbbing cock and it effortlessly excited me even more. I wanted him to fuck me senseless, too, but that could be saved for another time- tonight was about our love for one another.

He left a passionate kiss on my lips before saying, “I love you so much, angel.”

“I love you, too.”

His lips captured mine in another passionate kiss as he positioned himself and slowly entered my aching core. It had been so long since we had made love to where this felt like a new experience that I was oddly excited for. I squirmed beneath him as he slowly thrusted in and out and grabbed my hand, gently squeezing it as his thrusts became a more moderate pace- not fast, but not slow.

There was little to no space between our bodies as we only focused on each other and shared our love for one another in the most intimate way. We broke off the kiss to catch our breath, panting but desperately wanting to feel every inch of each other. His full length was penetrating me and it felt almost heavenly. At that moment, all I wanted was to stay like this but knew that we would both soon reach our climax.

He pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed it. We were both close and it took all of his will to keep from thrusting so hard that my head would hit the headboard. I kissed his lips and cupped his cheek with my free hand. He rest his forehead on mine as I said, “Baby, I’m close.”

“Cum for me, angel. I need your sweet release.”

I rocked my hips in rhythm with his and the tip of his cock grazed my g-spot, finally sending me to my orgasm. I weakly moaned his name and felt his warm seed spill inside me. I was on the pill, so neither of us stressed about condoms. He grunted my name as he rode out our orgasms and collapsed beside me, pulling me to his chest. I snuggled close to him, bathing in his warmth. His arms always made me feel so safe and I had to struggle to not fall asleep right then and there.

He had an arm wrapped around me and my head was resting on his chest. He studied my left hand and a goofy grin appeared on his face. “We’re engaged...”

It had only been a week since I called off the relationship and started to erase the longest yet shortest two years of my life. Since I had lived in the apartment longer than him, the landlord declared that I would stay and he would have to move out. Even though she was my landlord, we had grown close. She would bring me chocolates, cake, and warm home-cooked meals while I tried to acclimate to being alone once again.

Today was my off day and it made me feel relieved. I desperately needed to be alone. All throughout work, I would do my job but everyone knew something was off; I tried acting normal, but it didn’t completely work. There was always a co-worker either hitting on me or wanting to get drinks together- I turned down everyone.

I practically fell onto the couch and rolled over onto my side, turning on the television and clicking through the channels. I found a show to watch, but couldn’t pay attention to it- one of Hyunwoo’s hoodies was in the corner of the room, barely in my field of vision but still there.

I sighed, turned off the television, and got up to pick up the hoodie. As soon as I had picked it up, there was the jingling of keys unlocking the front door. I dropped the hoodie back onto the floor and peaked through the peephole on the door, shocked to see him on the other side.

I stepped away and took a few deep breaths, trying to suffocate the mixture of emotions broiling inside of me. I sat on the couch and tried to hide away from view when he walked into the living room. “I know you’re there. Relax. I’m only here to get the rest of my belongings.”

He walked away, heading to my bedroom, and I quietly followed him to see what he was grabbing. He was digging through some drawers and pulling out some of his clothes and said, “If you’re going to try to sell this whole break up, at least don’t be emotional when you see me.”

I glared at his back and wanted to yell at him, but chose the higher ground. “I’m not emotional. I want this to be over at least until you’re done being an asshole.”

“Look, I know I changed a little but I’ve been stressed. It wasn’t my intention to drive us apart.” With his stuff packed, he started heading out and stopped in front of me. “I know you’re strong and stubborn, so you probably won’t accept me back until you’re ready, no matter how much I apologize. Take care of yourself, alright? Contact me when you think we can work something out.” His free hand came up to caress my cheek; I wanted to move away but still so badly needed his touch. I was disappointed when he continued walking away because, for whatever reason, I had been hoping for him to kiss me.

When he continued walking down the narrow hallway, I ran after him and grabbed his arm, turning him around. I’m not sure why I did it and if I regret it or not. He dropped his belongings and captured me in his arms, pulling me to him and crashing his lips against mine so aggressively that our teeth lightly clanked, sending a tinge of pain through my mouth. The stubborn side of me was shouting for me to pull away or shove him away, but my desperate side was conquered by lust and forced me to stay and kiss back.

My fingers knotted into his hair and pulled his face as close to mine as possible without hurting either of us. The taste and feel of his mouth stirred up so many emotions within me, all fighting for dominance; lust quickly became the winning emotion and I needed every inch of him.

His strong hands grabbed the back of my thighs, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips, and he firmly placed my backside against the wall. The fabric of my shirt was thin and the cold of the wall quickly chilled my skin. Any thoughts of the cold were quickly pushed out of my mind as my focus returned to Hyunwoo.

My hands tugged at the hem of his shirt and he took the hint, pulling it off, and I followed suit, eager to feel his touch and to touch his bare skin. My hands immediately glided against his well-defined abs and perfect smooth skin. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra, tossing it off and squeezing my breasts.

His touch spread warmth throughout my whole body, but my patience was running thin. “Babe, I’m ready. Please just fuck me,” I requested. Within seconds, he stripped both of us of our remaining clothes.

I pushed and grinded my hips against the tip of his cock, teasing him. He firmly grabbed my hips and held them against the wall, and I whined against his restriction. “Don’t tease me, baby girl. I’ve been waiting for too long to finally fuck you.” He aligned himself and slowly pushed in, filling me up as much as possible. I groaned and reclined my head, euphoria running through my veins.

He glided in and out, his thrusts quickly increasing in speed and roughness. I quickly dissolved into a moaning mess and raked my nails across every inch of his flesh. The sound of him fucking me bounced off of the walls and filled my ears; a noise that would typically be disgusting was now making me needier.

I rocked my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, desperately trying to get friction on my clit. “Please touch me, babe,” I begged when I wasn’t satisfied. He obeyed and rubbed my clit with two fingers in a tight circular motion. His name came spilling out of my mouth in loud moans, further turning him on and making him more desperate to cum.

He bent his head down and sucked on the skin of my neck with his teeth occasionally biting down. He eventually found the most sensitive part of my neck and zoned in on it, mercilessly sucking and biting at it. There would be a nasty bruise the next day that I would have to cover up, but it felt too good for me to care and it made me feel like I was solely his.

Within a few more thrusts, I suddenly reached my toe-curling climax. He quickly reached his own climax and slowed his thrusts to ride out our orgasms. We were both gasping for air, trying to catch our breath.

He pulled out and rest his forehead against my shoulder. We stayed like that for a few moments. “So what does this make us?,” he asked once he finally caught his breath.

He was good at sports, but refused to let his grades drop below a B and he had a strict rule for himself that not all grades can be B’s. He was also, coincidentally, the one guy that didn’t find you weird. When he would compliment you, it wouldn’t be followed by an insult, even when he was around a few jock buddies.

He liked you more than anyone could comprehend. You were exactly what he wanted; the preppy girls were nice to mess around with, but were too clumsy and airheaded to have anything real with. Did he want to be with you? Hell yes. More than anything, which was obvious when he allowed his history grade to drop to a C, which was one of the classes he shared with you.

After the professor shamed him by calling him out in front of the class and preaching about how Bobby had been his star student, he approached you when the class ended. His buddies asked what he was doing and he simply explained that he didn’t want to be kicked off of the soccer team for his grades not being good enough. They understood and talked amongst themselves, eventually leaving him alone with you.

You strolled around campus together in complete silence before speaking up, “So why are you wanting to talk to me?”

“Oh! Right. Well, I have a C in history and I really badly need to pull it up before my coach threatens to kick me off the team. I was hoping you could tutor me since you’re so smart and good at every subject.”

You blushed and hugged your books closer to your chest. “Yeah, I guess I can. Where do you want to meet up?”

“At your dorm. If that’s alright with you! I don’t want to intrude. Or we can go to my dorm.” He saw how tightly you were holding your books and took them from you, assuming your arms were getting tired.

You looked down at the ground, shyly trying to hide your face with your hair. “No, we can go to my dorm. No offense, but I don’t trust going to yours.”

“I can’t say that I necessarily blame you.”

“So when do you want to meet up?”

“As soon as possible.”

Bobby awkwardly looked around the room, seated on your couch with textbooks opened to the subject at hand. He didn’t seem to be paying much attention, but he wasn’t spaced out or ignoring you- he just had something else on his mind that was worrying him. It made you wonder if this was a complete waste of time.

You closed all of the textbooks and started putting them back to their designated locations, realizing that trying to tutor him was a waste of time. “Why did you ask for me to help you if you weren’t even interested?” When he didn’t answer and continued to bite at his thumb nail and shake his leg, you yelled, “Bobby!”

He jumped, finally paying attention to you for the first time since arriving. “Shit, sorry.” He rubbed his face and continued, “I just... Can I be honest with you?”

“Sure, not like I have anyone to gossip to anyways.”

“I’m purposely doing poorly in the class.”

You looked at him dumbfounded, now firmly believing that all popular people were empty-headed. “Why? That’s stupid.”

“I know, but I have my reason for it.” He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and rubbing his hands together. “I thought it would be the only way for me to be around you without you being suspicious...”

You stood up and stepped away from him. “Suspicious of what? I thought you were ashamed to be around me, hence choosing to meet at a dorm. So you wouldn’t be seen with me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, I never would even have the intention to. Please sit back down.” You don’t know why, but you believed him and sat back next to him. “I did this because I want us to try out dating.”

“Dating? As in each other?”

“You have all A’s, there’s no way you don’t understand what I mean.”

“Fair enough. But why would you want to date me? I’m just the nerdy girl people make fun of and cheat off of.”

“You’re more than that. You’re so sweet and smart. Much better than the other women I’m around.”

“I thought jocks liked dumb bimbos.”

“Most do, but I don’t like them for anything long-term. We don’t have to be open about the relationship, we can keep it private until we’re out of college and don’t have to worry about other girls tearing you down.”

“So, if we go public about the relationship, there’s the possibility of other girls getting catty?”

“Unfortunately. It’s not like I would want it, but girls are crazy when something they think is theirs gets taken away.”

“And what if a girl hits on you while we’re privately dating?”

“I’ll turn her down and praise one of my friends. That usually diverts a thirsty girl’s attention.”

“So you won’t cheat?”

“I won’t cheat and I’ll only go to celebratory parties if it’ll comfort you.”

“No, I don’t want to take away your social life.”

“But would it bring you comfort?”

“Yes, but I’ll still feel guilt.”

“You won’t be taking away my social life or status. This is my own offer that I’m willing to do. Plus, if you date me, I’ll be happy to protect you.”

You deeply inhaled and considered the options for a split second. “We can have a public relationship and you can still attend all the parties you want, just no cheating.”

“I would never cheat, especially on a woman like you. Are you sure about going public and the parties?”

You rolled your eyes and remarked, “You’re my boyfriend. Why would I have any interest in embarrassing you? I’ve never done it before, so why start now?” You glanced around the place and were amazed by how spotless everything was. The floors were marble and the walls were a pastel blue. There were vases of flower bouquets everywhere and outside of the foyer, there was a grand staircase. The grandfather clock in the room started chiming, signifying that it was noon.

“Because Miss Kim is a powerful woman. She is necessary for my business to get up and running.”

“You mean her money is necessary.”

He glared at you and opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the sound of heels hitting marble. Both of you looked up to see a gorgeous, petite woman walking down the stairs. She was graceful, dressed in a pastel rose-pink sundress and white heels, and didn’t miss a beat as she clasped a pearl earring into her left ear. The lightness of her surroundings contrasted beautifully with her black hair. You could have sworn that your heart skipped a beat when you saw her, but you pushed it off to the side.

“Hello, my name is Jung Jaehyun. It’s wonderful meeting you,” he barely managed to utter out and stuck out his hand for a handshake.

She smiled and shook his hand. and your heart shuttered. Her hands were so dainty compared to his. “Hello. Chances are you already know me, but I’m Kim Taeyeon.” She turned to you and held out her hand. “And who are you, sweetheart?”

Your cheeks heated up as you shook her hand, especially when she lightly squeezed it before letting go. “I’m (Y/F/N). It’s lovely meeting you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Come, let’s have some tea.”

All three of you were now sitting in the clearing of a large garden, surrounded by roses of various shades. Bees peacefully bumbled around and servants tended to the rose bushes and peach trees. The tea was a sweet, aromatic earl grey. There was too much sugar for your liking, but it didn’t bother you too much. You were too engrossed in the woman sitting across from you.

A platter of blueberry scones was placed in the center of the table and your stomach grumpled. She giggled and insisted, “Please, help yourself. There’s plenty to go around.” You lightly blushed and shyly nibbled at a scone as she returned to business with your boyfriend. “What type of people are you wanting your construction company to build for?”

“Anyone that pays enough.”

“I’m not sure about investing in your company, then. Being willing to build for anyone purely because of money shows lack of morals. I don’t need you building for criminals; that’ll damage my image. Take a few days and contact me once you’ve thought more thoroughly about this.”

“No, please. Okay, we’ll only build schools and hospitals. Buildings that’ll better the community.”

She smiled. “That’s better. Then I will gladly invest in your company.”

“Great! I’ll have my lawyer get the legal documents together.”

Truthfully, you didn’t even want to be on this date, but you figured that you might as well try what the therapist suggested. Your marriage to Junmyeon had been a little rocky for the past four months and sometimes you wished he would roll over and die already, but you couldn’t help thinking about him. You still loved him.

You nearly jumped out of the booth when your vision came into focus and saw Junmyeon glaring at you and Baekhyun through the thin sheet of glass. His jaw was set and he speedily walked away, hands clenched and muttering to himself. You would have scolded yourself if it weren’t for the fact that you were only following orders. It may have hurt him that Baekhyun is (or possibly now was) his friend and he probably felt betrayed on both sides, but you both knew that the man liked you long before Junmyeon even knew of your existence. Hell, you both used to laugh at it and joke about it. The only difference is that then you weren’t having a meal with your admirer.

For the whole date, you only thought of the man you could possibly soon have a divorce with. Baekhyun continued to talk about anything ‘weird’ he came across during work. You never touch your food, save for nibbling at a few fries.

Baekhyun drives you home and walks you to your door. You felt crazy during the drive because there was a car a few houses down that looked exactly like your husband’s. During the separation, it was agreed that you could stay at the house. There were several occasions you considered staying at a hotel since the memories would bring too much pain, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go through with it. You automatically unlocked your front door and cracked it open.

“Would you like to come in?” You turned and looked at him. His eyes were so kind and gentle, it made you regret ignoring him for the whole date.

“No, I have to go in early. Thank you, though. I’m sorry if I bored you. I know I talk a lot.”

“It’s fine. Your company is nice and it helped to avoid an awkward silence.” You reached out, held his hand in your own, and softly smiled. He returned the smile and, within no time, had leaned in and was now kissing you. His lips were plush and full, different from Junmyeon’s small lips. You returned the kiss and it gradually became more heated as your lips parted. You pulled away as a wave of guilt, sadness, horror, and nostalgia crashed over you.

“Goodnight.” You smiled and quickly yet gently pecked his lips.

“Goodnight. Sleep well.” His face was beaming as he turned away and walked back to his car.

You walked into your house and locked the door. You kicked your shoes off at the door, set your purse down on the kitchen table, and threw your cardigan, socks, and skinny jeans into the clothes hamper. Your heart was fluttering like a teenage girl that had been noticed by a jock; it meant nothing, it was purely from being touched by someone new.

You took off your makeup, entered your bedroom, and started taking off your jewelry.

“Has your plan always been to stab me in the back? To try to sleep with one of my closest friends?” Even though you instantly recognized the voice, you still jumped and screamed. Halfway through the scream, a hand covered your mouth and you were pressed against a wall.

Once your mouth was uncovered, you recoiled, “You’re going to judge me for simply going on a date?! How many girls have you slept with during this time?!” You glared into the space that you assumed Junmyeon was in.

“I haven’t slept with anyone! I’ve only ever slept with you throughout my whole life!”

You snorted and shoved against his chest in an effort of escaping from him. He stood still and pinned your wrists above your head with one hand. “Was all the joking about his feelings for you merely to blindside me? Do you not give a shit about me?”

“Oh please. I should be asking that second question. You were almost always away for ‘work’.” You tried to wriggle your wrists away, but only accomplished making his grip tighter.

“So now I’m a cheater? I was always at work so that we can live the life that we do. All I wanted was to spoil you and this is what I get in return?” The hurt and betrayal was practically oozing from him and it made your heart feel like it was breaking. “Do you have any feelings for him?”

“For who?”

“You know who, now answer my question.”

“No, I don’t. Never have and never will.” When he didn’t seem satisfied with your answer, you added on, “I thought of you when he was kissing me. I yearn for your touch. I’m nothing without you.” With those magic words, he was set off. His lips engulfed yours in a kiss that was heavenly and sent electricity throughout your body. He released your wrists and you immediately pulled off his shirt and threw it into a dark corner of the room. Other articles of clothing followed suit until you were naked and he was only in boxer briefs.

He picked you up and carried you over to the bed, laying you down and crawled on top so that he hovered over you. He gave you one last deep kiss and bit your bottom lip before reaching for the nightstand drawer. You grabbed his hand and shook your head. “I’m on the pill.” You could tell he wanted to protest, but you both needed to have him without a condom.

You yanked his boxers down and locked lips with him. He laid you on your back as your tongues danced together, propped himself up on his elbows, and slowly penetrated your soaking core. You moaned into his mouth and arched your chest against his. There was a slight tinge of pain as he stretched you, but pleasure quickly covered it up.

The first few thrusts were slow but quickened and became deeper. His lips trailed down to your neck and he left butterfly kisses all over it. You moaned out loud and wrapped your legs around his waist. It felt amazing having him inside you after what seemed like forever and you wanted it to last as long as possible, but you knew that it wouldn’t last for long as neither of you had had sex since everything went downhill.

His thrusts became harder and you gripped onto his shoulders. You were a moaning mess and felt like your head was going to explode. He bit your collarbone and you gasped and arched your neck. It wasn’t hard enough to break skin, but it would leave a nasty bruise. Small squeaks came from the bed frame as his thrusts became sloppy and desperate. You panted as you reached your climax and loudly moaned when Junmyeon reached his as he grunted.

He rode out both of your orgasms and collapsed beside you. You caught your breath and he slipped an arm around you, pulling you to his chest. “Are we done with this separation deal?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He grabbed your wedding band and engagement ring from the nightstand and slipped them onto your left index finger. He held your hand and kissed it. “So what are you going to tell Baekhyun?”

“I’ll claim that the therapist thought we were ready to be back together.”

“If anything does happen between us again, you’re not allowed to be with him. Or else I’ll hunt down one of your close friends.”

The clock chimed three times, indicating that it was now three. You stood up from the couch and stretched. You checked your phone and there were no new messages. “God, I’m such a loner,” you muttered to yourself.

After what felt like forever of pacing around and checking the clock, there were finally keys jingling in the deadbolt of the front door. You gasped from excitement and hurriedly set your hot cup of tea on the coffee table. The door swung open to reveal Daesik. He seemed even more handsome after not seeing him for mere hours; even though it wasn’t much time, you were used to seeing each other constantly.

You ran the short distance to him and jumped on him, tightly hugging around his neck. He laughed as he stumbled back, wrapped his arms around your waist, and buried his nose in your hair (a habit he had adopted to make him feel more at home). He walked into the living room and gently set you down on your feet.

“Did you miss me? I missed you.” He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your sides. 

You smiled and closed your eyes, enjoying his presence. “I missed you more than you could ever imagine. How did the performance go?”

“It was great.” He pulled away and went into the kitchen, in which you followed. “The crowd was hyped and would rap along when told to.” He paused for a minute and smirked before continuing, “Some of the guys joked around and claimed that I am like Bang Yongguk’s father because of my voice.”

You laughed. This wasn’t the first time anyone had compared him to Yongguk. “It is possible. You are-”

“Don’t you dare say it,” he warned you.

“You’re an old man. You’re old enough to be somebody’s father.” You giggled to yourself and made a break for the bedroom.

Before you could get through the door, Daesik grabbed you by the waist and pulled your back against his chest. “I’m not old, babe,” he whined and kissed your shoulder.

You calmed down from your giggling fit and tried to get out of his arms. “But you’re middle aged,” you continued to tease.