Day one, you tried to take a peaceful nap. Instead of lying down with you like a normal person, he stayed upright, scribbling in his ever-present notebook. You ended up laying in his lap while he wrote. You didn’t mind—it was kind of comforting, and at least he wasn’t disrupting your sleep.

Day two, while you were sunbathing on the beach, minding your business, he smacked your ass and dragged you into the ocean. That would’ve been fine if it stopped there—but of course it didn’t. No, Jihoon threw you into the water like a damn child. Let’s just say you were not thrilled about swallowing half the Atlantic or ruining a fresh set of braids.

Day three was better. He finally chilled out, spent the day curled up with you, and even took you out for a proper dinner. His little peace offering. Though, in true Jihoon fashion, he also made sure to fuck you senseless before letting you rest. Apology accepted… sort of.

Today, you had the brilliant idea of heading to the pool. That way, he could splash around to his heart’s content, and you wouldn’t have to worry about choking on saltwater again.

But—like every other day—your husband had other ideas.

“Just one kiss, please,” he pleads, swimming up to you.

“One kiss is gonna turn into many kisses, and I’m trying to enjoy the damn pool,” you mutter, pushing him back.

He huffs and dramatically swims away like a rejected sea otter.

You smirk, watching him glide to the opposite end of the pool with a pout on his face. He leans against the edge, wet hair pushed back, water glistening on his shoulders—pretending to be wounded when you know he’s just waiting for you to give in.

But you’re stubborn and know better than to just give him what he wants.

You go back to relaxing in the donut float you were in, letting the sun kiss your brown skin. Eyes closed, silence finally taking over. A moment of peace. Maybe—just maybe—he’d actually given up.

Until two strong arms suddenly flip you into the water.

“Jihoon—!” you squeal, splashing as you try to stand back up. He’s already there, smirking like he didn’t just scare the life out of you.

“What? You looked lonely,” he says, voice low and teasing. His fingers trail along your thigh under the water, slow and deliberate.

“You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you married me,” he murmurs, leaning in close, mouth barely brushing your jaw. “Kinda seems like you like it.”

You try to act unaffected, but your body betrays you. Heat blooms under your skin, and when his fingers trace the seam of your swimsuit, your breath catches.

“Babe, this is a public pool,” you whisper sharply, though it wasn’t as threatening as you intended.

“No one’s here but us. You made sure of that, remember?” he counters, dragging his lips along the curve of your neck. Of course he remembered. You picked this private villa specifically so the two of you could be alone.

His hand slides further up your thigh, pushing aside the fabric just enough to make your body heat up.

“If you really want me to stop,” he murmurs, “tell me.”

You don’t. You can’t.

Instead, you tangle your fingers in his wet hair and pull him in for that kiss he’s been begging for. It starts slow, but deepens fast as the need for him consumes you. His hand moves swiftly beneath the surface, and your legs instinctively tighten around his waist.

“You’re so irritating,” you pant against his lips.

Jihoon groans into your mouth ignoring your words, grinding your soaked bodies together as the water sloshes around you.

“You drive me crazy,” he mutters between kisses, his voice rough and wrecked.

“Good,” you pant, biting his bottom lip.

His hands slide beneath your thighs, holding you up effortlessly as he backs you against the edge of the pool. He lifts you just enough to push your back against the warm tiles, your body floating just slightly—weightless in the water, but completely at his mercy.

You feel him, hard and thick beneath his swim trunks, pressed right where you want him. He thrusts against you once—slow, teasing—just to hear the way your breath hitches.

“You sure about this, baby?” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You nod, but he tuts.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Jihoon. Please.”

That’s all he needs.

He slides your swimsuit aside with one hand, his fingers grazing your soaked folds. He hisses at how ready you are. “Fuck, you’re already dripping for me.”

You arch into his touch, shameless, clenching when he rubs slow circles over your clit. He keeps teasing you—slipping a finger in, then another—curling them just right until your legs tremble around his waist.

But then, he pulls away.

“No,” you whine, but the sound dies as you watch him push his trunks down just enough to free himself. Your mouth parts at the sight of him, flushed and heavy, already leaking for you.

“You wanted to relax, right?” he smirks. “Let me help.”

In one firm motion, he lines himself up and sinks into you. Your head falls back with a moan as he stretches you open—slow, deliberate, making sure you feel every inch.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, gripping his shoulders.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” Jihoon groans, snapping his hips forward until he’s fully seated inside you.

He starts moving—deep, rolling thrusts that rock your entire body against the edge of the pool. The water ripples violently around you, waves splashing over the tiles with every movement.

“This what you wanted, huh?” he grits out, grabbing your hips and fucking into you harder. “Wanted to be left alone but now look at you—clinging to me like you’ll fall apart.”

You can barely answer, too busy crying out his name, too full of him to think straight. The angle, the heat, the water—it’s overwhelming. Every drag of his cock inside you hits that perfect spot, and when he slips a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, your vision goes white.

“Ji—f-fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” he growls.

Your orgasm rips through you, thighs quaking, nails digging into his back as your moans echo off the walls of the empty villa. He doesn’t stop—his thrusts get rougher, sloppier as he chases his own release, watching you fall apart.

“Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna come—” he groans, pulling you tighter.

“Inside,” you beg, voice hoarse.

He curses your name as he slams into you one last time, spilling deep inside you with a shudder. You both stay like that, panting and shaking, clinging to each other as the water settles again.

Finally, he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder and whispers, “So… pool day was a success?”

You smack his chest, breathless and still ruined.

You stayed still for a few minutes, staring at the empty side of the bed. You’d barely gotten used to the emptiness of the bed you both shared, but all of that would change soon.

After a deep breath, you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed. The wooden floor felt cool beneath your feet, contrasting the warm feeling in your chest. Today wasn’t about just crossing days off a calendar anymore. He was real again. Physical. Coming home.

Downstairs, you moved on autopilot—brewing coffee, feeding the dog, checking your phone for any updates but there weren't any. You glanced at the time again, there was still a few hours before he'd be home.

You opened the curtains, letting sunlight pour into the living room. You’d anxiously cleaned everything the night before at least two times. Every pillow in the house was fluffed, every surface wiped till it gleamed like a fresh mirror.

Your fingers hesitated on the window latch. You used to tease him for always checking the locks, always making sure the house was safe. Now you found yourself doing it too. Maybe because the house never really felt safe without him in it.

And then that deep and familiar ache hit. You missed him. Not just his arms around you or the sound of his voice… You missed the simple things: watching him fold laundry terribly, humming to songs he’d pretend he didn’t like, the casual walks in the park as he told you facts that probably would bore you to death if they came from anyone else.

You showered for God knows how long thinking about all the times Namjoon would sneak in mid-shower just to wrap his arms around you. You'd whine like you hated it, but he knew you loved it. It was one of those intimate moments only you two shared. Away from the outside world.

That memory made you smile. God, you missed that—his warmth, his weight, everything.

You put on a simple outfit you knew he'd like. He always said he loved you more when you were yourself even if your bonnet was halfway off and your elbows were ashy. You wore the perfume he swore he didn't love, but always noticed when you wore it.

The clock ticked past 11:00 a.m. when your phone buzzed.

[From: Joon 🐨]

“On the bus. Be there in 45.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You stared at the message, rereading it until it felt real.

You rushed outside to check the front of the house—again. The flowers you’d planted last week were still in bloom, the welcome-home banner fluttered slightly in the breeze. It wasn’t over-the-top, but it was heartfelt. Just like everything with him had always been.

Back inside, you sat down on the couch—then got back up. Paced the kitchen—then sat down again. Time always seemed to slow down when you were the most anxious.

Would he look different?

Would he feel different?

Would things be the same between you?

You shook the questions out of your head. He was still Namjoon. And you were still his wife. The woman he'd chosen time and time again.

Everything else didn't matter.

Then, finally, headlights appeared through the living room window. A large white bus slowed down on your street. Your heart jumped into your throat. You rushed out to the porch barefoot, forgetting your phone entirely.

As the bus doors hissed open and people began stepping off, your eyes scanned every face—until you saw him.

Namjoon.

He stepped down last, tall and steady, his uniform crisp, his expression tired but warm. His duffel bag slung over one shoulder, his eyes searching—until they found you.

And then he smiled. That slow, soft, grounding smile you hadn’t seen in person for so long.

You didn’t even realize you’d started running until your feet hit the bottom step. Your arms were already outstretched, as his bag dropped to the pavement with a dull thud and he opened his arms to catch you.

The moment your body crashed into his, everything stilled. No traffic sounds, no breeze, no thoughts—just Namjoon. Just his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against him, like he was afraid you’d disappear.

His scent hit you first—earthy, clean, slightly different, but still him. Then the warmth of his body, the press of his face into your shoulder, the way his breath caught when you whispered, “You’re home.”

You felt him nod into your neck.

“I missed you,” he murmured, voice thick and low.

You clutched the back of his shirt like it could keep time from moving. “You’re really here.”

He leaned back just enough to look at you, hands still anchored on your waist. His eyes searched your face like he was trying to memorize it all over again—every line, every freckle, every moment he’d missed.

“You look even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said, a little breathless, almost like it surprised him. “God, I forgot how much I missed your face.”

You smiled up at him, cupping his cheek. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

He leaned in slowly, forehead pressing against yours before he kissed you—soft and aching, like every letter you never got to send, every night you both stared at the same sky and hoped the other was okay.

You didn’t rush inside. You stayed there, wrapped in each other, letting the world go quiet.

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"Baby can you wake up Say so she can get a bath" you nudged your husband.

This was his first day off in a while and you were gonna make sure he could spend as much time with his family as possible.

You also needed some time to finalize your plan to share the big news you received the other day. He swings out of bed stretching a little. "Of course I can" he walks out of your bedroom not before giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

You smiled at the thought of giving him a child of his own. He was so patient and so attentive with your daughter that you knew he was going to be a great father.

You stay in bed a little longer before getting up to get yourself ready. "Mommy" Your little girl runs into your bathroom at full speed with the biggest smile on her face. "Daddy said that you said we're going to the beach!" she cheers making you laugh.

"It was meant to be a surprise" You look at Hongjoong as he walks into the bathroom. He holds his hands up in defeat. "I had to get bug out the bed somehow" he smiles.

"Well now that you know the surprise you can help me and Daddy pack up the car!" You smile making the little one groan. She was starting to wish Daddy had kept the surprise a secret. While Hongjoong put Sayuri in the bath, you got yourself ready and vice versa.

When he was getting ready you were putting new beads on the ends of Sayuri's hair. She was very particular when it came to her beads and barrettes matching her clothes; in this case her purple swimsuit.

"Mommy how long are we going to stay on the beach" she asks.

"We get to stay all day" you smile at her. "So I get to play with Daddy all day too" she starts bouncing up and down.

"Yes baby" you kiss the little girl's forehead as she giggles. Seeing her so happy warmed your heart. "Alright, my little butterfly go play while me and daddy finish getting everything ready to go" You pat her back as she runs off.

You walk back into your bedroom sliding a box from under your bed. This was how you were going to surprise your husband. You quickly place the box at the bottom of your beach bag before placing towels and changes of clothes on top.

You see Hongjoong in the kitchen packing a bag of snacks for the trip. It was a 4 hour drive to Busan and you guys had no plans on stopping on the way.

"Don't forget Bug's Pringles, she might just lose her marbles again if you do" you laugh placing the can of chips next to the bag.

He shivers remembering what happened last time you guys went on a trip and he forgot her chips. She cried herself to sleep in the car mad at her daddy for forgetting.

He places the chips snuggly in the bag before grabbing your hands.

"I love having days off" he pulls you into an embrace. His hands resting lovingly at your waist. "I get to spend them with you and our baby" he kisses your head. The emphasis on our always made you tear up, he loved Sayuri like she was his.

Your mind flashed to the baby you were now carrying. Your stomach began to turn flips as you thought about how you were going to tell him later. "I love you" You kiss his lips. "I love you more" he mumbles into it.

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The car ride wasn't bad at all. Sayuri slept most of the time. Her bouncing around the house this morning tired her out and you were thankful. You and Hongjoong talked and listened to music the entire way.

It felt just like when you were in the early years of your relationship. Sayuri wasn't no older than 3 at the time and Hongjoong was driving you to meet his family. You smiled to yourself at the fond memories.

"Wake up ladybug we're here" you gently shake her awake. "I love how you have a new nickname for her every time" Hongjoong laughs more to himself as he gets the beach wagon out of the trunk. "She's my little everything" you smile at your daughter.

She had at least 20 nicknames from you, while everyone else stuck to calling her Bug. Hongjoong pulled the wagon as you and Sayuri walked behind him.

"Mommy mommy look look" she points. A snagged tooth grin covered her face. "Those are seagulls I learned that at school," she says proudly. "Good job baby" you give her a high-five. "You're the smartest girl in the world," Hongjoong says making Sayuri giggle.

"Nooo, my mommy is the smartest! She knows everything, right Mommy!"

You shake your head and smile.

"Daddy's right bug, you're so intelligent even more than mommy" You boop her nose.

She smiles, she doesn't believe you though, in her eyes you are the brightest in the world.

Once you make it to shore you help Hongjoong take stuff out of the wagon. "Don't go far, stay where we can see you" Sayuri nods eagerly before splashing her way to the water. "She's like a little firework that never goes out" Hongjoong chuckles. "She's gets it from you" you jokingly roll your eyes at him. "Come on Daddy we have to play" she screams. You watched as Sayuri had the time of her life running around on the beach with her dad.

Every once in a while you'd get up to join the two, but after a few minutes, you'd have to go back and sit. The little one in the oven wasn't having any of this tomfoolery, but you didn't mind sitting and watching your husband and daughter play.

As the sun began to set you managed to get the two of them to wind down. "I have a big surprise for you two," you say. You felt your hands begin to sweat as you pulled the box from the bottom of the bag. "On the count of three, I want you guys to open it," You say handing it to Hongjoong. He raises an eyebrow suspicious of what could be in the box. He hadn't seen you pack it. "Hurry hurry I wanna see" Yuri bounces up and down. If she bounced any faster she'd probably fly off into space.

1...

2..

3.

He takes the lid off and his eyes widen before pulling you into a hug. "Surprise," you say tearing up. "You're serious?" He asked. You nod. He practically hit a backflip. "I don't get it Mommy" Sayuri tilts her little head to the side watching her daddy cheer like a madman. "Mommy's gonna have a baby" you caress her little face. "A baby?" her little face had confusion written all over it making you laugh a little. "You're gonna be a big sister," you say hoping to help her understand. "Really" she smiles wrapping her arms around your neck. "Yes really" you kiss her cheek.

"Sit" he gently forces you into the kitchen chair. You laugh at his eagerness.

He already had every product he thought he'd need lined up on the kitchen table in size order. Combs, brushes, gels you name it he had it.

He takes down the bun you were wearing—a product of the week old twist out you'd been rocking—and just stares. You look into the little mirror you'd be holding and couldn't help but smile as he scratches his head.

"Do you need assistance?" you ask.

"No, i got it"

——

After a little more curious looks he finally started by parting your hair down the middle.

"I think this is straight" he tilts his head to the side, brows furrowed. You continue to scroll on your phone letting him "work his magic".

You couldn't lie, his hands felt nice on your scalp. Each touch gentle, as if he'd break you if he moved too rough.

He took his time detangling your hair from the ends to the roots. Anytime you showed an ounce of discomfort he stopped and asked if you were alright.

"Does that hurt?" he asked, twisting your hair into a ponytail. You shake your head no. "I promise you can grip it a little tighter" you smile.

"I don't want to hurt you" he places a quick kiss to your forehead.

He brushed your hair up with care, watching out for your ears and making sure to not go overboard. He knew how important your hair was to you. He also knew how much you complained about split ends and he was not going to contribute to that problem.

——

After a little more brushing and a minor disagreement about the difference between gel and edge control he was finished.

"Ta da" he says handing you back the mirror he'd previously confiscated because you kept trying to take sneak peaks.

As you look in the mirror, a giant smile crept across your face. From the front, your hair was perfectly symmetrical, like someone with skilled precision had blessed your head.

"Do you like it?" He asks, he was now biting his lip. Hands behind his back as he waits on a response.

"I love it, you did a wonderful job baby"

Now he was smiling. "I'm glad you like it"

You pull him into a hug, resting your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

"I love you so much"

You felt like prey being stalked by a predator, except... you enjoyed whatever this was. You loved the way his eyes followed you, how he'd lick his lip ever so slightly. The action would go unnoticed by anyone else but you were watching—maybe too closely. "Y/n" You hear someone call out your name.

You turn around to see your mother. "Your father would like to speak briefly" she says. “Yes Mother” You bow ever so slightly. You look around the room trying to spot your father, your eyes finally find him with a man who had to be at least twice your age.

You walk over to them. "Father" you bow. "Ah my sweet girl, let me introduce you to a good friend of mine" your father places a hand on your shoulder. The man holds out his hand for you to shake. "Park Jae-beom" he smiles. "Ah Kim Y/n, what a pleasure" you shake his hand, your smile not quite reaching your eyes.

"I was just talking to him about how you were single and ready to marry" Your father chuckles as his grip tightens on your shoulder looking between the two of you. You force out a laugh too used to your father's antics.

He'd been using you and your brother as pawns since before you two could walk.

"You're even more beautiful up close" he compliments. "Ah thank you so much" your face was starting to hurt from the facade you were putting on. You stand there as your father continues to auction you off to this man. In no way were you interested in him, you loved being single and had no plans on settling down soon. Besides, you still had your eyes on the man from earlier.

As if on que and sent straight from heaven your older brother appeared. He'd been watching from across the room and knew exactly what was going on. "Pardon the interruption, I need my lovely sister for a moment" he says from behind you. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder as you fathers grip finally loosens.

"It was nice meeting you" you bow to the man before quickly turning on your heels.

When you were out of earshot you finally let out a sigh. "Thank you minie" you thank him. Minseok smiles. "Anytime" he pats your head. "Now I think there's someone waiting on you on the balcony." He says. You raise an eyebrow. Who could possible be waiting on you, but before you could ask, your brother disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared. You sigh before walking towards the balcony. Stepping outside you immediately notice the man you'd be staring at earlier.

"What a pleasant surprise" you caught him off guard. "Ah i didn't think he'd get you out here" he says halfheartedly. "Who my brother?" you quip. "Im one of his business partners, Lee Joo-Heon" he says. You nod. You walk over to the railing looking over. "So why did you want to see me?" He joins you at the railing. His back against it as he looks at you. "I wanted to get to know the girl who's been teasing me all night" he says making you laugh. If anything he was the tease. The way his eyes followed you, how they'd scan your body and stop at your boobs but not long enough for anyone to notice, but you did. You stand up straight placing a hand on his chest.

"If you really want to get to know me, let's get out of here" you suggest. You watch as his eyes lock on your lips as you speak. "Gladly" he exhaled.

"Room 818 knock three times. Don't be late"

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You sent your brother a message. 'If mom or dad ask where i went tell them i threw up and went upstairs to my room'

Joo-heon said he formal goodbyes with excuses of an "urgent matter"

You quickly make your way to your room striping yourself of everything. You grab your silk robe tying it around you as you wait for the knock on the door. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You couldn't keep your leg still as you waited on the man.

From the little information he told you before parting, he was your brothers business partner meaning your dad surely had to know him.

The potential problem arose when he told you he was 28 and remembered you were freshly 21. However, it's not nearly as bad as the man your dad introduced you to. He was 20 years your senior, even with your thing for older men 20 years was too much. You still decided to give into him this one night, not expecting it to go any farther.

You were deep in thought when the knock on the door finally came. You get up taking a deep breath before opening it. "Well don't you look darling" he compliments walking in. You playfully roll your eyes. "Thought i'd slip into something more appropriate" you tease. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands find your waist. Your faces were inches apart as he scans your body. "I like it, too bad you won't be wearing it long" his hand runs up your leg and into your robe.

He rubs slow circles around your hip as he dips dangerously close to where you want him. "I hope you don't plan to keep teasing me-" your breath catches in your throat as he kisses you. His actions soft, but hungry. He craved you, every part. From the second he seen you walk past in your red dress he thought about what it would be like to see you without it. What it would be like to watch those pretty eyes that were staring at him roll to the back of your head.

His mouth moves with yours, firm and intoxicating as you melt into him, your hands threading into his hair as he deepens the kiss. There’s nothing hurried about the way he touches you—he wants to savor this, savor you.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and rough, “how worked up you got me.”

The hand that teased your hip finally slides lower, gripping your thigh and pulling you closer, aligning your bodies perfectly. The contact is electric, and you gasp softly, giving him the opening to nip at your bottom lip.

“You wore that red dress just to end up here, didn’t you?” he growls against your neck, lips brushing sensitive skin as he trails kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. You arch into him, breathless, as his fingers slide under the hem of your dress.

“You looked at me like you already had me,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Like you knew I’d end up here.”

“I knew,” he says, his eyes locking with yours as he pushes the hem of your robe higher, revealing more of your skin. “But I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

His fingers dance along your inner thigh, slow and deliberate, just shy of where you need him most. He watches every reaction—memorizing exactly what makes you whine the loudest.

When his hand finally slips between your legs, you let out a quiet moan, and he swallows it with another kiss—this one deeper, filthier, his hips grinding into yours. He could barely restrain himself.

“You sound so pretty,” he whispers. “So fucking perfect.”

His touch turns more confident, teasing in all the right ways, and when your head tips back, those pretty eyes roll back in pleasure just like he imagined. The sight leaves him cursing under his breath “So fucking pretty just like I pictured…”

The way he growled in your ear left you shuddering under his touch, your thighs tightening around his hand instinctively as the heat pools low in your belly. Jooheon watches you with a dark, satisfied smirk.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he mutters, almost in disbelief, pressing his forehead to yours. “Think you can take it?”

Your answer is more of a gasp as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you. His rhythm steady.

He groans at the sight of you—head thrown back, lips parted, completely undone. “Fuck… you’re so sensitive.”

You reach for his belt, tugging with shaking hands, needing more—needing him. He helps you, tossing it aside before shrugging out of his shirt, and you pause just long enough to admire the way the low light kisses every defined line of his body. But then he’s kissing you again—harder this time—his hips grinding against yours as he groans into your mouth.

“Tell me you want it,” he rasps, lips brushing your ear, hand still working between your thighs.

“I want you,” you gasp. “Now, please.”

That’s all he needs.

In one smooth motion, he lifts you, carrying you to the bed. He lays you down gently, before kneeling between your legs, eyes roaming every inch of you like you’re the most sacred thing he’s ever seen. He helps you take of your robe, never breaking eye contact.

And then he’s leaning down—his mouth replacing where his fingers just were.

You gasp his name as his tongue flicks over your clit, slow at first, then with more pressure. He pushes your thighs apart, pining you to the bed, groaning against you every time your thighs tremble around his head.

“Taste even better than I imagined,” he mumbles, lips slick, voice gravelly.

You writhe beneath him, fingers buried in his hair, grinding against his mouth with desperation. You could barely form any thoughts. Your orgasm builds fast, hot and overwhelming, and he knows—he can feel it in the way your body tightens, in the way you scream and beg for him.

“Come on, baby,” he urges between strokes, and with a cry of his name, you do—your body unraveling as waves of pleasure crash over you.

He rides it out with you, kissing your inner thighs, soothing you as your body trembles. When he moves up your body again, you pull him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. His hair was a mess and his lips were swollen pink, but he’s not done. Not even close.

“You didn’t think I was going to stop there, did you?” he whispers with a smirk, lining himself up, the head of his cock dragging against your entrance. “Not a chance,” you breathe, wrapping your legs around his waist.

And then he’s pushing into you slowly, filling you inch by inch until you can’t breathe, can’t think. The only thing you can think about his the way he stretches you out just right. Like he'd been inside of you before. Jooheon groans low in his throat. “You feel… so fucking good.”

His forehead pressed to yours, hands gripping your waist like he’s afraid you might slip away. Your breath catches—the pressure of his cock was dizzying in the best way.

You cling to him, fingers digging into his back as he begins to move. He starts with slow, deliberate thrusts that have your entire body arching into his. You scream his name like a song, over and over, and Jooheon kisses every part of you he can reach—your mouth, your neck, your collarbone—as if he needs to have every inch of you.

“like that,” you whimper, mind blank, legs tightening around him as he picks up the pace, every stroke hitting deep, dragging sharp moans from your throat.

“God,” he breathes, voice ragged. “You feel unreal—like you were made for me.”

He pulls back enough to look down at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with lust. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, mixing with your moans, his groans, the creak of the bed.

Your nails rake down his back as he thrusts harder, deeper, and he growls low in his chest—his control fraying. “Touch yourself for me,” he commands, voice low and wrecked.

Your hand slips between your bodies, and the moment your fingers circle your clit, your body jerks. He watches you, eyes burning into you as your breathing becomes erratic.

“That’s it, you're such a good girl. Just like that…”

The heat coils tighter and tighter in your belly, your body trembling beneath him. He knows you’re close by the way you clench around him, the way your breath hitches with every stroke.

“Finish for me baby,” he groans. “Come on, let go—I’ve got you.”

His words barely register as your mind blanks. You cry out his name, back arching, body pulsing around him as the orgasm rips through you. Jooheon thrusts a few more times, his rhythm faltering before he buries himself deep with a sharp moan, spilling into you as he collapses against your chest, breathless and spent.

For a moment, the room is filled only with your ragged breaths and the soft hum of the aftermath. His arms wrap around you tightly, like he’s afraid to let go.

You run your fingers through his damp hair, your lips brushing his temple. “That… was intense.”

He chuckles softly against your skin. “You ruined me,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “And I never want to recover.”

The feeling in your chest wasn't something you'd expected. You'd been craving his touch all night long, you thought that after you got him you'd be satisfied but right now you didn't want to let him go.

They literally are almost as worried as you (to an extent). That's his baby too and he doesn't know how to cope even if the child is only gone for 2 days. If you're child is younger he's definitely worried more! But if your child is older maybe grade school age he wouldn't worry as much. If you're the really anxious type he'd be very comforting even though he himself is losing it.

Woo young, San, Mingi

The sane one. If you're worried he's gonna do everything in his power to reassure you that it will all be okay. He'll make sure he keeps you from going insane from being so worried. After a while he manages to convince you it will all be okay. He's definitely the type to distract you, but still allows you to check up on your child just for your sake.

Yeosang, Jongho, Yunho

He'll try to make the best of the time you have away from the child. Now not in a bad way! He'll convince you to use this time to do some self care, relax a little since this is your first time away from your child for so long. His main job in his words is to take care of you so that's what he's going to do. He of course is still gonna make sure you check up on your child but he's also gonna make sure you worry abt yourself!