#chap 2

“I’m sorry, I was late,” Celine said carefully, without pretense. Rumi looked up to her with a frown, clearly not picking up what she was talking about. “To pick you up from school,” she added, making sure to look Rumi in the eye. “I was in an important meeting and had to finish that off this afternoon.”

“Figured,” Rumi mumbled after a moment, picking away at the dumplings floating in her bowl.

“It’s been busy lately. I’ve been working on a new project.” Celine paused, hoping for a reaction but Rumi's eyes remained distant as she played with her food. “I think you'll like it.”

“Sure,” Rumi replied curtly.

“What about you? You didn’t tell me how your lesson with the vocal coach went.” Celine's mouth twitched as she probed, wanting to gauge Rumi’s mental state.

“Fine, I guess. My vocal range is getting better. Miss Kim said it was the best she’d heard.” Rumi’s lips formed the ghost of a smile, finally looking up at Celine with the barest semblance of pride.

Celine softened her eyes, and painted a loving smile across her lips. “Your mother would be so proud.”

Unnatural silence hung over the table as Rumi stilled, laying her chopsticks across the top of the bowl.

“Right,” Rumi muttered, pushing her plate away.

Something was wrong—Celine just wasn’t sure what. There are no secrets at the dinner table, so she pressed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Cece. Just… not hungry.”

Celine knew deep down she needed to say that she was proud of who Rumi was becoming, of her talents. But she had no right, because Rumi wasn’t hers. She was just the stand-in, Miyeong was the one supposed to watch her grow. She would know what to do and what to say. She’d be able to comfort Rumi. Celine was too cold, detached. She had to be—it made her a great hunter, a good performer… but not a good friend, lover, or mother.

You slowly shut the door, notes of Joon's high pitched whistling floating through one ear and out the other with constant consistency.

It is in fact very odd that the tall, handsome man is in your home at the moment. Namjoon has always respected your private life and he never intrudes, never.

So on a Friday morning, with breakfast in hand is quite frankly bizarre.

"Why are you here?" you inquire, stepping into the open kitchen and leaning against the grand black marble pillar while your co-worker arranges breakfast on a plate.

"I can't bring you breakfast?" he chirps, sliding his sunglasses up and over his head until his hair is perfectly placed beneath them.

He's probably here to be nosy.

"No. It's illegal. Why are you here?" you ask again.

He stops arranging the muffins to look up at you slowly. He can hear the morning scratchiness of your throat with each word and he can certainly feel your demonic gaze piercing through his three piece suit.

Even now as you lean against the pillar, your black silk robe that trails along the cold, stone flooring is billowing around you like you're a goddess of deadly destruction.

Swallowing thickly, Namjoon averts his gaze when his eyes begin to trail over the one exposed leg that peeks out from beneath your robe.

"I came over to see how the escort thing went."

Bingo.

Call a horse a horse and it'll gallop all the way to the finish line for you.

"It went fine," you reply, walking over to one of the hard, stylistic black barstools and tentatively sitting.

There's no person on Earth that could sit down on this thing for more than ten seconds without getting a bruised coccyx and maybe a genital ache.

"So you picked a guy then?"

God's favorite pet project is acting just a bit too needy for you so early in the morning. Whenever he acts like this at work you can always just have a glass of wine and breathe, but without your espresso -- it's a buzzkill.

"Yes. His name is Jeongguk."

Joon can tell you're being curt and snippy now but when are you not?

So like always, he pushes past it.

"Got a picture? I'm curious to see what your type is. Does he look like me? Is he my long lost twin?"

You can only roll your eyes as you demurely point at the binder you took home at the far end of the bar.

Joon suddenly perks up at the thought of seeing multiple candidates and he's off in a split second.

"Make me an espresso while you be nosy."

"It's not my house," he murmurs, looking around.

"Figure it out, you woke me up," you breathe, looking down at your perfect nails.

"He looks like a fuckboy," Joon muses, sipping his smoothie.

Looking up from your espresso, you simply shrug. "He was very polite when I met him."

Fucking hot too.

"So he's willing to go with you to this wedding? You told him everything about it?" he inquires, brushing some of the muffin crumbs off the table into his hand and sprinkling them back onto his plate.

"He's coming over tonight to talk about some sort of game plan so I'd say so," you reply.

Namjoon's eyebrows furrow and his features give away almost immediately how much he hates that idea. "What? That's dangerous! You don't even know this dude and he's coming over to your house!?"

"You worry too much," you offer, patting him on the shoulder.

In all reality, you hadn't really thought about that. You were too entranced by how fucking hot Jeongguk was in that small office during the interview.

You acted like a child, really. It was like you've never seen an attractive human before and honestly… it really showed.

"Do you want me to come over after work and make sure he won't do anything?" Joon offers.

"No," you reply quickly, shaking your head.

He isn't your father. He doesn't need to just show up and you certainly won't embarrass Jeon Jeongguk like that.

"This is professional. And it will remain as such," you promise, sipping your espresso.

Unfortunately.

With a groan, Guk sets down the bar of weights above him.

"Nice, you're getting fucking strong, dude. You can lift more than you weigh." Jimin, his best friend chirps, tossing him a towel.

The escort catches it easily, patting his face gently as he sits up on the bench. "Yeah, I've been getting into working out more and more lately."

"Ever since Chloe?" Taehyung inquires, shaking his protein drink.

Just the sound of her name makes the youngest nauseous. "Chill out."

Jimin holds his hands up innocently before grabbing his gym bag with a sigh. "Got any jobs lately? Women don't want random dick anymore, man. They all want relationships and love and… commitment."

Tae snorts softly as he swallows the thick protein shake.

"I have a client I'm meeting in a few hours. I'm going to a wedding with her." Jeongguk announces, fixing his tank top in the mirror and flexing his biceps.

If his best friends were dogs, their ears would be perking up and their heads would be tilting at his admission.

"Oh really?!" Jimin drolls, draping himself over the bench press and looking at the youngest through the mirror.

"Yeah. She seems really nice," Guk shrugs, grabbing his dress shirt from the hook beside him.

"Is she hot?" Tae inquires with a sly smile, resting his elbow atop Jeongguk's shoulder.

The escort doesn't know how to reply. Most of the time when he hangs out with his best friends he himself is never under their gaze and questions are never barreled at him, he somehow always avoids it by switching the subject back to them.

But now, he has to answer.

When he first saw you in the meeting room guzzling your champagne with awkward, quick moving eyes, he found himself fond of how unsure you were. You were dressed head to toe in thousands of dollars worth of clothes and yet, you carried yourself like someone making little money.

He actually liked that.

It isn't everyday that a client seems down to Earth. It's been a long time since he hasn't felt on edge at a first meeting.

Were you hot though?

You certainly were attractive. You carried yourself well. You made him want to help get your payback immediately.

"Yeah, she was pretty cute," he admits nonchalantly.

"Just cute?"

Oh Christ.

Enough.

"I gu-"

"Leave him alone!" Jimin chortles, patting Guk on the back, "You know how he gets."

Thank God.

The youngest never talks about clients. Not anymore and he'd like to keep it that way.

While you were basically just an enigma wrapped in Balenciaga, Guk should determine on his own if he'd like to figure you out -- without the help of Hell's own personal gatekeepers.

His eyes skim over the practically empty gym until he finds the large clock on the wall.

"I actually have to start heading out. I have to meet up with Y/N in a bit."

The others exchange a look when he speaks your name softly and it's almost too hard to keep their smiles contained.

If they can count on one thing, it'll be that if Jeongguk really does find an interest in you they'll be sure to hear about it the next time they see him.

Entering your home after a long day of work, you find it very hard to do almost anything.

You don't cook for yourself, you don't clean, you don't get to sit down and relax and watch television.

You simply just… exist.

Today is the same.

Although, in just a little while, the handsome man you're paying to come to an event with you will be doing the exact same thing.

For the first time in a long time you feel bad.

He'll have to sit on embarrassingly hard furniture and stare at medically clean marble walls.

There's nothing to keep someone entertained in this house -- not even you.

You think about the backyard, how perfectly trimmed and neat it is with the black flower bushes and the white roses and maybe that's the place you'll take him. Maybe he'll find that you have some substance while you're back there.

Setting down your purse on the counter, you ponder what to do to make Jeongguk feel welcome.

It's not his fault you're dead inside, it's no one's fault really no one but the two little slimy fucks that are getting married.

It seems you mull it over for almost too long because the doorbell rings while you're deep in thought. The rich, meaty sound echoes throughout the empty, vastness of your mansion and it suddenly sends you into a panic.

"Oh fuck!" you gasp, turning around in circles like a madman as you smooth out your dress.

Your hands fly to your hair, trying to smooth it out without even having a reflective surface to truly make sure you look presentable.

When you waltz by the screen that shows you who's at the door, you're almost floored immediately.

This is only the second time you're seeing him now but he's just as handsome as the first time. He's taking in the mansion before him, looking around at everything like it's a grandiose amusement park and he isn't even inside yet.

There's something cute about it if you're being honest, the way he's staring at the fourteen foot tall double doors with his jaw practically on the ground makes you smirk even the slightest bit.

You stop your fiddling, leaving your long, sweeping black gown alone and your hands don't even reach for a strand of your hair.

It's almost like he's a siren and you're completely still and calm with him in your sights.

Taking a deep breath, you round the corner and open up the double doors with very little flourish.

"Hi," you chirp softly.

Finally, Guk picks his jaw up off the floor and he gives you a smile that's practically Earth shattering.

"Hey," he breathes, slinging his leather jacket over his shoulder.

Within seconds you're turning back into that awkward, ridiculous woman you were during your first meeting a few days ago.

You take him in for a second, appreciating the thick steel chain hanging around his neck and the perfectly ironed dress shirt that he's wearing.

He looks perfect if you're being honest. So perfect that your only reaction is to turn right on your heels and march back into your sterile mansion for some sort of comfort.

Guk follows behind you, closing the doors and ogling at every little thing he sees.

"Selling wine pays well," Jeongguk gasps, whistling at the art pieces he sees.

There's the faint sound of opera bleeding through the mausoleum walls that buffers out the cold silence.

"I… um… I didn't pick up anything for dinner, if-if you're hungry," you announce, grabbing the champagne bottle and two stemless glasses.

"Oh! We can order whatever you like. That'll actually be helpful for me, I'll get to see your favorite type of food and make a note of it for when we go to the wedding," the escort replies.

This is work.

The fucking wedding.

You're really getting flustered up over someone you're paying to go with you someplace?!

Get a grip.

"Good idea," you breathe, chuckling awkwardly as you make your way to the vast backyard.

"Holy shit, this is beautiful." Jeongguk gawks, looking over the perfectly cut hedges and blooming flowers.

If he had to guess, he'd say you were a neat freak. There's not a speck of dust or a single crumb throughout your entire mansion and it makes him wonder.

Most clients he meets to find out more about them, it's merely just a formality.

But he's genuinely curious about you.

He's interested in how someone like you thinks and how you go about life.

"Please sit," you offer, sitting down on the black wicker chair that overlooks the stone pond just inches away.

Clearing his throat, your guest does the same.

He makes an effort to sit properly, although it does look like he's hurting himself in the process. His back is bent strangely and his hands are gripping at his bare knees through his ripped jeans uncomfortably.

He must not want to touch anything for fear of making a mistake.

You feel as if you should try and make him more comfortable, which is big for you when you seemingly adore how the interns at work literally run in the opposite direction when they hear your Louboutin heels clacking towards them.

"Treat this like your own place, it's okay," you promise, popping open the champagne.

Jeongguk gives you a polite smile. "Oh I don't think you'd want that. There'd be protein bar wrappers everywhere."

When you give the faintest hint of a smirk it seems to settle him a bit more.

Your smile is pretty, Guk thinks, it's a shame you don't smile very often.

Sliding him the glass of wine, you look out towards the backyard that you very rarely come to look at.

"Salmon sounds good for dinner?" you inquire, bringing the glass to your lips.

The escort can only nod. "I like salmon. Sounds doable to me."

This really isn't as awkward as you thought it would be. It doesn't feel painful to sit beside him.

That's nice.

Taking a sip of the wine, Guk wants to simply fall to his knees at the taste. It honestly tastes expensive, like you but there's notes in it that make him feel comfortable drinking it.

He's not used to this upper class sort of stuff. He's well off, sure, but he's not rolling in money.

"What kind of questions did you have in mind?"

He lifts his head a fraction only to see your head tilting toward him. With the setting sun in the background, you look like a grand painting like one of the ones he used to study in college.

It's a stunning sight.

Why the fuck would anyone hurt you?

His throat and voice box are nowhere to be found in all honesty, they've gotten lost somewhere within him and he's just not quick enough to find them before you look over at him inquisitively.

"Jeongguk?"

"Yes! Questions!" he coughs loudly, setting down his glass of champagne.

You're too busy berating your own self to catch his small moment of being flustered.

"My questions are simple in a sense. What's your favorite color, favorite type of music, favorite pastime? Then there are harder questions like your favorite memory, who your friends are. Just to get a sense of who you are so when we get to the wedding I'll know all the right things to say."

You nod thoughtfully, turning back to the stone pond as you sip delicately from your glass.

"My favorite color is lavender," you whisper.

There's a softness to your voice, a type of vulnerability that Jeongguk swallows thickly at. He finds himself thinking about your mansion, lavender is nowhere to be seen. Colors that aren't black and white simply don't exist in this expensive realm and while he thought that might be a stylistic choice, the way you've just spoken tells him about a million and one things all at once.

You're so very broken and these people that are getting married are the cause. He assumes that you were vastly different to the person you are now and he wonders for a moment what that person was like.

"Favorite type of music… I'm not sure I only listen to opera now," you answer, staring down at the water as it ripples at the slightest breeze.

"Why opera?" Guk inquire innocently.

"Drowns out the pain…"

God, you're fucking morbid.

You're absolutely horrified that you're coming off as this kind of psychopath. But then again, didn't you want this? Didn't you want people to fear you? Didn't you want to push people away and keep yourself locked in a castle of hard, sterile and nauseating?

"I'm sure it must be really difficult to open up and I'm sorry if it's pushing you. I just want to make these people eat their own shit and the only way I can do that is finding out more about you," Jeongguk offers, reaching over the table and laying his large hand over yours.

The chill from his many rings makes a shiver shoot down your spine and you find yourself trying to become smaller in front of him at the feeling.

He does want these people to pay. He wants them to rue the day they ever thought it would be alright to hurt you. It doesn't happen often when he finds himself aching for his client, usually because they only need him for a high school reunion or a date to their parents' holiday and they promised they have a boyfriend to get them off their backs. But he does feel your pain, he does understand even with the most minute information.

"What about your favorite memory?" Guk asks, trying to lighten the mood.

The question makes you think hard. You try to recall your happiest moments and although they're locked behind some doors, you think you might have a skeleton key somewhere nearby.

"I'm thinking," you promise.

The escort only nods carefully, still keeping his hand on top of yours as he looks around the perfectly kept garden.

He's coming to realize that all this money you have and the life you live is simply a show. If someone was to speak to you for more than two minutes they would realize what a complete and utter set up this is. You're living your life like an actress in a play, just letting the setting pieces set up behind you while you stand alone on stage.

Chloe was the opposite. She was boisterous and cantankerous and everything he didn't want to know but she drew him in so fast that it wasn't easy to leave when she sunk her expensive nails into him.

He wasn't moved by her, he wasn't hoping to help her -- he was merely with her. He was moving her set pieces for her so she could stay in the spotlight.

And suddenly Jeongguk realizes that he's drawing parallels between you and his ex which isn't right.

"My favorite moment is when my dad took me to the zoo for the first time. Zoo tickets were really expensive for my family back then. We barely did any activities besides going to the park because it was, y'know, free. But my dad knew how much I loved animals and how much I wanted to see them in person," you begin with a deep breath.

The escort can see how deep in your memories you are, the way your irises flit back and forth as if you're reliving right in this exact moment and the corners of your lips flickering upwards like a smile will almost crack your face like perfect china. But there's something endearing about it.

So perfectly endearing.

"I went the whole day running around and seeing all the animals, we stayed until they closed the gates and my dad even got me a stuffed animal to commemorate it even though he had to take money out of the rent for it. It's one of the best memories I have. I still have the little elephant upstairs in my bedroom," you finish, turning to Guk with a smile.

Your smile is true and wide, showing your perfectly white teeth beneath your dark berry lipstick and Jeongguk can feel his heart stutter for even a fraction of a second.

There is no way in hell he's not getting invested.

And there's no way in hell that he's leaving that wedding without making both of your ex's hate that they ever hurt you.

⚠️Content Warning⚠️: shower sex, side ways fucking, wall sex, belly bulge, squirting, Dacryphilia, ofc more baby trapping.

Needless to say they didn’t stop at that they wanted to make sure that you would absolutely get pregnant. So waking up that morning you was hoping that what happened the previous night wasn’t real. They even proved it to you that morning that what happened was was real. And let’s just say it went a little like this.

Y/N eyelids fluttered open as the bright sun shined down on her face, she spent a couple of minutes just staring at the ceiling. Just tryna wake up her mind and body a bit and register her surroundings. She yawned as she heard a door open and feeling the bed dip bit, she rubbing any eye crust or boogers from her eyes. She felt something press against her lips and once she removed her hand from her hand eyes—which was blocking the view.

She was met by a pair of yellow eyes staring down at her with such excitement while Y/N just stared back with no emotion. Groaning you turned onto your side--frowning Kise laid next you placing his hand on you shoulder before gently shaking you. “Y/N-cchi!” rolling your eyes at his whining you sighed before answering him, “Whattttt?” “Why are you being mean to me?”. You sat up onto your elbows turning your head towards himm “Fuck off” with that you threw the covers off you to go into the bathroom. Not noticing you were still nude from last night pausing as the pain rushed down your body, but easily pushed past it knowing you’ve put your body through worst from training. 

Quickly going inside to brush your teeth, use the bathroom, and run you a shower. Not noticing someone slipping inside to focused on the sound of expensive water droplet falling onto your skin and onto the walk in shower floor. Eye widening when the side of your cheek being slammed again the shower wall and a rough hand gripping your waist pulling it back. “What the hell- “*slap* a gasp left your throat as Kise bite his lip watching the flesh of your ass bounce as it slowly turned a red. Which seemed surprisingly bright on you making it very noticeable. Ignoring the tears collecting in your eyes you ripped yourself from his grip and pushed him away from you. “Leave me aloneeee” kneading your ass trying to ease the pain--you reached for your wash towel and soap bar still facing Kise. Not trusting to turn away from him just for a second just staring at the other intensely. 

⚠️Smut Warning⚠️

You washing your body from ears to feet and him just touching his chest in fake shock and hurt. You could barely stand but luckily you do a lot of let exercises—and that helps. After you finished washing your body for the second time you turned your body towards the shower head to rinse off. After you rinsed off your wash cloth you reached for a body scrub it didn’t really matter which one. As you bent down to exfoliate your legs you once again failed to realize Kise was still in the shower with you. When you raised back up you felt a hand grip your face bringing your head back into a kiss as their other hand reached down in front of you to spread your pussy lips apart. Just so he can grab his dick aligning himself in front of your hole before pushing in.

To which you let out a moan of surprise causing Kise to smirk into the kiss before pulling. Pulling your head back so your neck won’t catch a sore Kise pushed your face against the wall (carefully ofc not wanting to get cursed out). He took one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder catching you off guard but luckily Kise helped you with balance as you placed your hands onto the wall. Once seeing that your comfortable he pulled out only half way just to slam back in ripping a loud squeal out of you feeling your face against the freezing cold wall.

Water was basically flying everywhere with you both fast movements, both to impatient for the other to cum wanting to do so yourselves. And you guys loud sounds were proved from your heavy pants, whiny moans, and clenching to Kise’s Whimpers he’s trying to control, lip biting, and gasp. You both were pretty sure that if everyone else was still in the house they would’ve been heard y’all by now. But seems you two didn’t care, and you didn’t, well at least Kise didn’t.

You felt you leg tickle a bit as Kise presses kisses against it. Good thing the scrub rinsed off before he decided to start sum. You felt your face flush as he stared at you as he did so. He chuckled when he saw you look the other way slowly letting your leg down. Before grabbing your hand pulling you towards him. You guys were chest to chest as he grabbed your chin up to bring you in for a kiss.

You immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and he wrapped his on your lower back, as they soon slowly moved down to your ass. Both tongues moving in heavy sync. Kise’s hands moving to your thigs as he lifted you up on his own. Moaning into the kiss once he was able to sneak himself back inside of you his hands now having a grip under your knees. You broke the kiss after you felt him give you long slow stroke “aaaa~” after Kise pulled out before sinking back into you. He let out a ling groan loving the feeling of how your walls squeezed around him tightly to push him out just to welcome back in once again. 

 Kise must of remembered the real reason why he went to wake up and realized how much time has passed since then. Pulling out he quickly slammed back in your juice's flying everywhere as he did so. “Ryota!” “Sorry baby just remembered we have somewhere to be in a little while” with that he slammed you against the shower wall. You yelped once again at the coldness, Kise pinned your hands against the wall while he made sure your legs wer secured wrapped around him.

You felt something warm roll down you cheeks to which Kise kissed, “Aww baby don’t cry we can continue this another time”. He smiled when you started to cry more—he had to do a double take when he glanced at you stomach. There was a belly bulge and every time he thrusted back into you he noticed you cry grow just a bit louder. And him being the curious little shit he is he pressed it down on it, hard.

You let a scream erupt from your throat as you clenched around Kise squirting every where. Kise hissed as he felt you clench and unclench around him repeatedly and after you clenched around him once again. He shot ropes of semen deep inside you. He slowly let you hands go as you laid your head in his chest while he held you tight in his embrace. Only thing that could be heard was panting and the sound of the water leaving the shower head.

Someone cleared their throat causing Kise to turn around to be met with Akashi holding the shower door open. Akashi shifted his attention from Kise’s gaze to you—who seemed tired he got concerned when he heard you scream. He also the droplets of cum that was starting to leave your breeded pussy.

“You two clean up we have a doctors appointment to attend to”

Authors Note: Y’all better like this, and hope you all also enjoy my little posting spree and Chapter 3.