#kunderdogs scenario

She had only been gone not even twenty-four hours. They had touched down a few hours ago and had called to let you know that they made it home safely.

Nicky had come over to keep you company and she had dragged you to the salon so you two could get your nails done as a sort of pick me up. It did little to improve your mood but you were thankful to have such a thoughtful best friend.

You had texted Kiseok in the afternoon but hadn’t heard from him since yesterday. You didn’t think much of it, especially since he said he was ridiculously busy these past few days with the new track they were working on.

You didn’t know if it was a good idea to tell him you had bumped into Jay Park either. He’d be curious as to where and then you’d have to explain it was the airport and then it was likely to snowball into why you were there. You weren’t too sure you wanted to get into all of that when you two were just FWB at this point. You didn’t exactly want to lie either so it might be better to just leave it be. It was doubtful that Jay would go back and tell him since he didn’t even know who you were in the first place.

There wasn’t much for you to worry about.

Then why was your stomach in knots just thinking about it for some reason?

Nicky was in the bathroom, taking a shower since she had invited herself to sleep over tonight. Work tomorrow was going to drag on, you were sure of it. You sighed.

A few minutes later, Nicky emerged, steam chasing her out of the room. She was drying her hair with a towel as she eyed your prone form. “How about we go out to dinner, hm? We can go to Shima’s, my treat,” the blonde coaxed you.

Shima’s was one of your favorite steakhouses in all of Seoul at the moment and she was the one to introduce you to it. One of her dates a few months ago had taken here there and she had fallen in love with their shrimp, so naturally, you were forced to accompany her when she wanted to go again.

It didn’t take you long to agree and the two of you spent about fifteen minutes getting ready. Your sweater and shorts wasn’t going to cut it there so you tossed on a casual grey long-sleeved dress that cut at your thighs and grabbed your purse from the couch. Nicky came out a few seconds after you finished tying your heels in a grey skirt and pink sweater, giggling that you two matched perfectly.

You drove there in about twenty minutes and valeted the car. When you were seated, Nicole noticed you had glanced at your phone ten times in the span of five minutes.

She huffed, straight hair blowing with the air. “Waiting on Lover Boy to text you back?”

You would’ve glared if you weren’t already feeling down in the dumps since Cookie left. It would’ve been nice to spend the night with Kiseok to distract you from feeling sad but you understood he couldn’t always come at your beck and call.

Sighing, you left it sitting on the table to focus on your best friend. “He’s busy.”

Her blue eyes narrowed, “You look like a school girl pinning after the hot jock.”

When you didn’t reply, only roll your eyes at the horrible analogy and sip your water, Nicky pouted. “___, remember this is a FWB. You can’t catch feelings for him.”

Putting the glass down, you stuck your tongue out at her. Through the weeks, you had updated her without giving away too much details. She knew about the texts messages and the sweet things Kiseok would do for you. She knew all the times he had vented and let you vent to him, how many times he made you laugh until you had tears in your eyes or how many times you noticed how different his kisses were from the first time. She watched you develop feelings for this man, even though she tried to warn you against it.

Gesturing for the waiter, Nicky ordered a drink for herself, flashing her ID. When you gave her a look, she simply sat back and said, “Tell me when you realized you liked him.”

You paused and gulped without meaning to. It was so gradual that you couldn’t pin point a particular event or day. Mulling over your answer in your head, you had to turn away from her piercing stare.

Was it when he flashed you a smile when he greeted you? Was it when he was sleeping soundly next to you? Was it when he wrapped his entire body around yours and snuggled into you? The time he was tipsy and told you that the best sleep he’s gotten in years was when he was next to you? When he called you before you left for work and told you to bring a umbrella because the forecast said it was going to rain in the city your company building was? The gentle way he handled you after fucking you in the hallway of your home because he just couldn’t wait the two seconds it would’ve taken to get to the bedroom? How he made sure to ask how you were doing and actually cared when you said you had a bad day?

You weren’t sure. Probably somewhere in between all of that.

“I wasn’t just one particular thing. It was all of them.”

You didn’t know what reaction you were expecting, but it wasn’t the one Nicole gave you just now. Her blank face broke into a soft smile, eyes sparkling at you. “You’re in love.”

The water that was previously going down your throat threatened to come back up as you choked on what she said. The waiter came back at just that moment and handed Nicky her drink before asking if you were alright.

Waving the poor guy off, you nodded and glared at her smiling face. When he left, you made sure to kick her under the table. Her smile didn’t leave her face. “You can’t just say shit like that. I don’t...I don’t love him.”

Sipping her rum and coke, aqua eyes scanned you up and down. “You can lie to everyone else, even yourself, but not to me. I can read you like a book and this chapter is interesting as hell.”

Finally, you laughed at that and she smiled fondly at you. It felt good to hear that laugh again after days of sad eyes and frowns. Dinner went by well after that. You tried to steer the conversation away from Lover Boy but Nicky had a way of circling the conversation back. It was an easy task for her, since you kept checking your phone every minute. During dessert, she had even groaned and said to just call him already which you denied immediately.

Currently, you were waiting at the table for her to get back from the restroom when the waiter came by to bring back her credit card. You took it with a smile to the man, but noticed his attention was at the door. His jaw was hanging slightly and he looked star-stuck.

“Thank-...Oh my god, that’s Simon Dominic,” he whispered in an almost panic.

You felt your heart beat increase to an unhealthy speed. Without thinking much about it, you felt your head snap in the direction of the front door with a smile on your face. What a small world that he would be here the same night you were!

You felt your blood turn to ice in your veins when your eyes finally landed on him and the smile you had slipped.

That was indeed, Jung Kiseok, dressed handsomely in a dark button down and equally dark pants. He was as gorgeous as ever, hair pushed back messily from his face as he chatted the beautiful woman on his arm. She had her head thrown back in laughter at something he said, crimson red dress wrapped tightly like she was a damn Christmas present. Her hair tumbled down and he lifted a hand to push it from her face to behind her ear and you swear you felt the world spin at that moment. It wasn’t that long ago that he did the same gesture to you...

It wasn’t that long ago that he looked at you like that - like you were the most interesting piece of art he’d ever seen.

You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until Nicky came up to the table, looking between you and the waiter. “What are y’all sta-...Oh my fucking God. That’s...”

Her voice, unsure and panicky, snapped you out of your trance. Quickly, you scrambled to collect your things, jaw clenching as the initial shock wore off and in it’s place - rage. You threw her card in your purse along with your phones and grabbed her hand. “Let’s get the hell out of here. Now.”

Hearing the shake in your normally confident voice, she was silent as you two made your way to the door. Thankfully, the hostess was just about to usher them to a table. You wouldn’t even have to cross paths with him.

Until the waitress was stopped by her other coworker who whispered something to her. They halted right in your path to the door. 

Nicky saw how your steps faltered and eventually came to a halt. “Come, let’s go this w-”

“___. Fancy seeing you here.”

‘Shit,’ She thought, feeling how your fingers trembled in her grip. Looking back up, Kiseok was staring you down with a hard look in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you put on a brave face and forced your eyes to match his intensity. He wasn’t expecting you to look at him like that, if the raised eyebrow was anything to go by.

“Kiseok. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” you replied, lips tight as they spread in a fake smile. 

The girl was none the wiser and smiled widely at you before tightening her grip on his arm. “I’m Yoo Nayoung. Are you two friends?”

Your eyes zeroed in on the contact but moved quickly back to his expressionless face. Something hot boiled in your chest when he hadn’t denied it. He made no move to correct her, instead, tilted his head and gave you a cold once over.

“I’m ___ -”

“We’re just acquaintances.”

Still oblivious to the tension around her, Nayoung nodded, “Either way, it’s nice to meet you.” She glanced down to your hand in Nicky’s and smiled. “Are you two also on a date? That is so cute.”

Bless her heart.

Nicky saw the opportunity to jump in and save you so she wasted no time. “Yes, but we were just heading out. Nice to meet you.”

She pulled on your arm lightly, but your eyes were still locked with Kiseok’s in a stare down. The thick tension could’ve suffocated you all until you finally felt the moisture building in the back of your eyes and brushed past them, stomping out of the steakhouse. Nicky followed quickly after you, but not before giving Kiseok the nastiest glare she could muster in two seconds.

Unbeknownst to you, Kiseok frowned as he watched you walk out. The pain in your eyes, behind the fury, made him lose his appetite almost as soon as he seen it. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

The drive home was silent and you would’ve teased Nicky since it was so unlike her to let a silence linger but you were in no mood.

Knuckles tight on the steering wheel, you were beginning to get a cramp. Letting a breath out that had your chest puffing, Nicky gave you a sad look before holding your free hand in hers to comfort you.

“Talk to me,” she began in a soft voice and you hated how it made tears spring in your eyes.

You shook your head and took another deep breath.

What was there to talk about? She had seen and heard exactly what you had. Kiseok out with his girlfriend or whatever that girl was to him, and him dismissing you as just an “acquaintance” when you knew damn well you were much more than that.

Your left hand tightened it’s grip. All those hundreds of texts, late night talks, laughing at rom-coms until 3AM, soft kisses...

It meant nothing.

Try as you might, you couldn’t stop the two tears that fell as you pulled up to a red light. Worried blue eyes scanned your face before she squeezed your hand in understanding.

There had never been a conversation of what exactly you two were but you had the impression that it was a Friends With Benefits type. It was only logical since you two had sex every time he came to see you. He crossed the thin line of lover and fuck buddy so many times it had your heart confused.

You cursed the organ to hell. How stupid did you have to be to fall head first into this when he had no emotional attachment to you? How fucking stupid did you have to be to have feelings when he only saw you as a booty call?

More tears spilled as you glared at the road in front of you.

Pretty fucking stupid.

When you parked in your apartments parking garage, you threw the gear into park too roughly to be considered normal. “There’s nothing to say.”

Nicky stared after you, choosing not to linger on the fact that your normally confident voice was shaking as much as your shoulders. She leaned over the center console and wrapped her arms around you.

The week crawled by as far as you were concerned. As you expected, there were no calls or texts from Kiseok. After Tuesday came and went, you went ahead and blocked his number anyway. Nicky had hyped you about your decision, claiming you didn’t need that kind of negative vibes around you. The only highlight to your bleak routine was getting to talk and see Cookie on FaceTime.

She was having a great time with her father and you couldn’t be happier for them to be bonding. She always made sure to tell you every little detail about her day and where she went and your ex would send over the pictures he took that day so you were updated. On Friday, they were going to a magic show so she just got done telling you all about it.

“I love you, baby,” you blew kisses to her as she stuck her tongue out but said it back either way.

“I love you too, mommy!”

You smiled as the beep indicated the end of the call and you dropped your phone on the couch next to you. Nicky and another one of your coworkers had been over briefly as they tried to persuade you to come out with them.

Usually Nicky would be very forceful (like the first time you seen Simon) but, knowing you still weren’t in high spirits, she let you go this time. With a promise to call you tomorrow, the two were off for a night on the town.

A small part of you regretted staying in. You were young still, yet you were watching reruns of The Office while eating Chinese take-out at eleven on a Friday night. That same part of you wanted to go out just to prove to Kiseok that you could pull your fair share of hoes.

The more you thought of it, the angrier it made you. But it had been like that all week.

First, you’d be watching a romance movie that you absolutely hated and crying into your sweater. Next, you’d be just numb then finally the anger came back. Heartbreak was a terrible cycle and you hated going through it again.

Did he think you couldn’t get hoes? Because he’s surely mistaken!

Cuddling into the blanket, you pushed away that thought. Going to the club meant that you’d have to get out of the warmth of your home and that was a hard no.

It wasn’t for another hour until you felt your phone vibrating on the cushion next to you. You had a feeling it would be Nicky telling you to come get her drunk ass so when you grabbed it and noticed it was a number you haven’t saved in your phone, you took a few long seconds to answer it. Usually, you wouldn’t answer an unknown number but your finger hovered over the green button.

You were listed on quite a few people’s emergency contact so not answering it wasn’t really a good idea either.

“Hello?” Reaching over, you paused the show as you tried to ignore how fast your heart was beating. To whatever God was listening to you, you prayed that it wasn’t a hospital telling you Nicky was there, or worse, your daughter.

There was a long silence in which you were sure the caller hung up and even glanced to see the call still active before you said, “Nicky? Are you drunk again?”

A deep, hauntingly familiar breath exhaled. Your tight hold on the device was close to crushing the poor thing. This wasn’t Nicole.

You squeezed his hand once more. Today would be the first time Kiseok would meet your family, and although you wanted to do this with your immediate family first then slowly introduce the cousins and aunties and uncles, Kiseok insisted he come along to the annual family reunion. The only family member he had properly met was your mother and that was because she had come to South Korea to visit you a few months back.

You had warned him that your family was big and it’s okay to not remember everyone’s names. Especially your siblings. You groaned to yourself when you thought about how they’ll react. They were just so embarrassing.

Pulling up to the long driveway, you reached in your purse for the gate opener before pulling into the large front yard. There were about twenty cars scatter about, all parked with no one in them.

The front of the house was as extravagant as you remebered. You felt Kiseok tense up immediately upon seeing how big the house was. Your mother lived in a gated community, up on the hills with a million dollar view of the city below. A lot of people automatically assumed your family was rich but your family had invested money so in their later years, money worked for them. Your mother also inherited quite a bit of cash a few years ago.

“Jesus,” he whispered as he helped Cookie out of the car. As soon as her pink shoes touched the pavement, she clutched her dolls and was sprinting to the front door. “You didn’t tell me you were loaded.”

Wrapping your hand in his, you smiled nervously. “My family is a bunch of investors. One of my brothers has his own business. Don’t let it intimidate you, babe. They’re nice people. I promise.”

As if to seal the deal, you leaned up to give him a peck on the lips. Kiseok sighed into you, shoulders relaxing just a touch. It seemed it was enough to placate him for the moment because you pulled him to follow Cookie, who had just opened the double doors and ran through the house.

Loud voices could be heard calling her name and greeting her when Kiseok pulled your hand. He came to a stop at the front door, tugging you gently so you stood before him.

You could see the nervousness swimming in his big brown eyes and you wanted to laugh because this was his idea! But instead you smiled. “I got you. Always.”

His lips twitched in a smile, “I just want to tell you that I love you and you’re so beautiful. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life.”

Without waiting for you to respond, he gripped your hand tighter and you both entered.

Hours later, you were catching up with a few of your cousins when you glanced around the spacious backyard. You caught sight of Kiseok laughing with some of your uncles by the grill. While you had no worry that your family would like him, it was nice that he was comfortable around them, even with the slight language barrier they had.

Cookie was off playing with the other kids in the pool, looking like the jet lag didn’t effect her much. It had been a few years since she’d seen your family so it was great to see them all interact.

You were taken from your observation when you felt a familiar hand on your shoulder. Standing behind you, Kiseok flashed a smile at your giggling cousins.

“Babe, the guys are going on a beer run and they want me to go. Do you need anything from the store?” He asked before gesturing to your nearly empty soda in your hand. “I’ll get you another one.”

Beaming a smile at him, you nodded. “Please and thank you. Drive safe.”

With a kiss, he was off with one of your older cousins who wrapped his muscled arm around Kiseok’s broad shoulders.

“Where are they going?” Your noisy aunty asked, sipping her wine.

It took you a moment to understand that your exchange had been in Korean so there was no way they’d know what was said. “The boys are going to the store.”

“They seem to really like him, ___. I’ve never seen my husband laugh that much til today. Grumpy old man.”

Somehow that reassured you immensely and you sat a little straighter. “I’m glad they all get along but I knew everyone would love Simon. He’s just a big teddy bear even if he looks intimidating.”

Two of your cousins snuck glances to the other before rounding on you. “So,” the bolder of the two started, “Do we hear wedding bells in the future?”

With a small smile, you drank the rest of the soda. It’s been almost two years since you two had been official and you could confidently say that you’d want to spend the rest of your life with Kiseok. It was no secret either, he had brought the topic up multiple times over the last year. You two had even moved in together a few months ago. Everything was a little more chaotic than you would’ve liked since he was currently working on his new album and then after that he’d be on tour in Europe.

“Maybe in the future. We’re both so busy. But if we do, you all have to come to South Korea for the wedding.”

“Count me in! I’ve been waiting for an excuse to go!”

“Soooo,” your older cousin, who everyone refeeed to as Junior, nudged Kiseok in the shoulder. They were in the back seat of one of the SUVs, with your other cousins bickering in the front. “Aunty told me you were gonna pop the question tonight.”

Nervously, Kiseok leaned heavily into the seat. He was glad that he had Jay teach him a bit more English before he left. Otherwise he’d be at a complete loss when speaking with your family.

Before you three left South Korea, he had a secret call with your mother, informing her of his plans to propose later tonight. In his pocket, he stroked the soft black velvet box. Proposing in itself was nerve racking but doing it in front of your entire family whom he’d just met? What was he thinking...

Junior noticed his inner turmoil and patted his shoulder. “Don’t stress, man. She’s been with you for this long! She’ll say yes. If she doesn’t I’ll beat her up for you.” He joked to lighten the mood but only got a tense smile in return.

“I know she’ll say yes but I’m still...” Simon sighed again, feeling as if he’d age ten years if he kept thinking about it.

Junior gave him a sympathetic nod before changing the subject.

As the time grew near, your mother was throwing looks at Kiseok, especially when she had turned on the outside string lights, setting the backyard into an intimate setting. The backyard had really come a long way since you’d been there years ago, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the flower garden towards the back of the pool.

“Taking a break?” Sliding up to your side, Kiseok wrapped a hand around your waist before dipping and planting a kiss on your head.

You hummed, eyes closing to enjoy the buzz of many conversations behind you two and the occasional splashing and laughing of the kids. Most of the adults were hanging around the outdoor couch or bar, mixing drinks and telling stories about their lives. It had been years since you went to a family reunion and you hadn’t realized how much you missed them all. Some more than others but still.

“I’ll be right back,” Kiseok mumbled into your hair before walking towards the mini bar. He was speaking to Junior but you turned back to gaze at the night view of the city below.

Your heart felt so complete right now. It was going to be hard to top the rest of the vacation after this. Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize the conversations quiet down to hums or the music changed to some old school song.

It was only when you felt hands slide on your waistline that you turned to see every single one of you family members with wide smiles on their faces, some with their phones pointed at you two. Cookie had a towel wrapped around her as she made her way to your side with a bright smile.

“You know, when I saw you in the club, I didn’t think I’d be here- right now, holding the love of my life, meeting her family...” he took a nervous breath and you felt your heart beat start to race. What is he planning?

“I know I can be petty and childish some times but I’ve loved you since I first saw you. The way I feel for you is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. You’re truly the love of my life and I can’t imagine where I’d be without you or Cookie. You two have made my life so much more fulfilling. I’m so thankful you’ve decided to put up with me for so long. Thank you for taking a chance on me.” With a soft kiss, he turned his attention to your daughter, and knelt down to her level. Tears sprung in your eyes as you realized just what he was doing.

“Cookie, baby, I love you and your mom so much.” He patted the top of her curly hair but she didn’t interrupt. You didn’t notice the way his hand shook. “Thank you for letting me be in your life and accepting me even though I’m far from perfect. You’re such an intelligent, beautiful girl and I can’t wait to see you grow into an even more amazing young woman. I love you.” His voice was shaky at the end, tears pooling in his eyes.

Cookie took his hand from her head and nodded towards you. “I love you too. Go on and ask her already!”

Laughter broke out among everyone and even you two couldn’t help but chuckle at her brash nature.

Without further ado, Kiseok shifted to one knee and pulled a small black box from his pocket. Wide, chocolate eyes searched your tear-stained face for a second before, “___, will you marry me?”

You tackled him before even glancing at the ring, arms wrapped around his neck. His free hand shot out to catch you, yet you both fell to the grass anyway. Cookie laughed and jumped on your back, wrapping you two into a tight hug.

Ignoring the whooping and hollering around you, you leaned down and peppered kisses around his face, making sure to whisper your answer in between, “Yes. Yes. Yes. I love you too.”

There was no time for peace because it was a few seconds later, you three were hauled up and into multiple hugs and congratulations from your family.

Your mom wrapped her arms around you as you two watched a few of your uncles clap Kiseok on the back, laughing at his embarrassed blushing face.

She breathed in. “He’s a good man. He loves you and takes care of Cookie like she’s his own. I’m so happy for you.”

At first you didn't think anything of it. He would ask you how your day was, if you ate and how you were feeling. Nothing crazy or out of pocket. It was innocent most of the time, and usually followed up by making plans to see you later on.

There was nothing you could do to stop your heart from bursting out of your chest each time you heard a small chime. Nicole had glared at you once when you two were on lunch and you scrambled over the table to reach your phone.

"Is that Lover Boy?" She teased. You were thankful that, out of all the nicknames she could've used - and she had a lot of them -, lover boy was the one she had stuck with. For now.

"What?" You feigned ignorance, "I have no idea what you're talking about. That's...Amazon. My package was delivered."

She smirked, sipping her iced tea, "I'm sure it was."

After a few days, Kiseok's texts became a little more...risky. You had no problem with sexting. When in the right setting, it was hot but he would send you wild shit while you're in the middle of a meeting, or when you're trying to finish up the last of your work before heading to see him. Usually you could play it off then retreat to the bathroom to respond but when he sent a voice recording of that damned deep voice of his, you stood from your desk and went to the stairs corridor to call and cuss him out for getting you bothered at eleven in the morning. You promised punishment as soon as you were off and Kiseok was, to say the least, intrigued. That night he was stunned at how different you could be if he gave you the reigns. Days after that, he still catches himself staring after you with amazement.

From that point on, he pretty much figured out that he could make you do nearly anything with a certain voice. It was a dangerous game that you two played. It only escalated when he coaxed you to touch yourself in the private bathroom at your company with him on FaceTime. You were lucky that you had finished in record-breaking time, before any of your coworkers (or God forbid, your boss) found out what exactly you were doing.

By the time the third week rolled around, Nicole had stopped hounding you for details of your hookups. Instead, she cautioned every now again. Typically, it was the same thing.

"Don't get too attached."

"He's a celebrity. You know how society is to foreigners dating celebs."

"What if he's a player? I just don't want you to get hurt."

While you appreciated her concern, you knew it was already too late not to get attached to him. Other than text you constantly, Kiseok did little things that had your head and heart confused.

On his bad days, he would complain to you about what happened and asked for your advice, if you had any to give, on the topic. He joked and teased you just like a friend would and willingly showed you pieces of his personal and work life as well. It was subtle at first - videos of him in the studio and then pictures of his friends when he was telling you a story about them. Each time, he would bring you food or have something delivered so you both got to learn each other's eating and drinking habits. You had seen him tipsy but he made it a point not to over do it in front of you.

Kiseok was also very considerate of you and your time, which you appreciated more than anything else. He didn't hound you if you didn't text back immediately and understood if you were swamped at the office or had to cancel that one time because the work would not be done until late in the night. He just told you to take care of yourself and later, had a pizza ordered to your job. It was around that time that you noticed you were falling a little too fast. You hadn’t admitted it out-loud, instead you chose to ignore those feelings completely. Hopefully, they would magically disappear into thin air.

You both didn't get into intimate details of your life. It was only by a weird stroke of luck that he hadn't found out about Cookie. She usually called right after you got off work anyway. Kiseok was busy during the day so when you went out to meet with your daughter and her father on your off days, he was in the middle of his own jam-packed schedule. Really, he was only available during the night time so you were more of a booty call than a FWB at this point. Neither of you had defined the "relationship" so far though, so it was hard to put a name to it right now.

It was Saturday when you woke up early and got dressed in casual clothes to go with Cookie to the zoo. Her, her father and his girlfriend were flying back to the US tonight so they wanted to do one last thing to fill the hours before the boring plane ride. You had cried last night as you thought of being without your mini-me for two whole months but his family hadn't seen her since she was much younger. You knew she would have fun, especially since his parents were dying to take her to Disneyland. You wished you could take an extended vacation and go with them but you had used most of your vacation days to take Cookie to Disney World for her birthday and that was only a couple of months ago.

Either way, you were sadder these past two days and thankfully Kiseok was swamped with an upcoming project so he hadn't been over in about four days. You didn't have to explain your blood-shot eyes.

You had so much fun at the zoo with your daughter that you didn't bother touching your phone. Your ex had taken most of the pictures for you all with promises to send them to you. It was around two in the afternoon when you four decided to go to a nearby burger joint and get some lunch. Cookie was shoving her face with chicken tenders so you decided to check your phone to pass the time. There were a few new gray message bubbles.

'Hey sexy thang ;)' 10:09AM

'This song better go double platinum with all the work I'm puttin in this bitch' 11:32AM

'Don't tell me you're asleep still?' 11:38AM

'I'm going to find a way to get your sexy ass as a video vixen one of these days' 11:47AM

'Argggh PD is calling me back. Text me when you wake up' 11:51AM

'We should be done by 2. Loco is taking me to some new place for food then I'm free. Can I swing by your place?' 11:52AM

Of course they were all from Kiseok. Not even your mother texted you as much as he did and although you liked the attention, right now you wanted to focus on Cookie since you won't physically see her for weeks after this. You frowned to yourself, feeling tears well up in your eyes for the millionth time today. You were going to miss her so much.

Composing yourself, you quickly typed a reply back. 'Hey. I'm up, just a little busy today. I won't be able to see you tonight. Maybe tomorrow if you're free?' 2:16PM

With that, you locked your phone and slid it in your pocket, once again forgetting about it soon after.

Your ex's girlfriend, Mia, nudged you slightly when she saw how pensive you were. "Hey, you okay? Was that work?"

Shaking your head, you took a breath, "No, I'm just gonna miss having my best friend around."

Cookie popped up, french fries sticking out of her mouth, "I'm gonna miss you too, mommy!" Her curly hair was pulled into two pony-tails, coils springing happily as she devoured the food in record-breaking time. "Don't cry! I'll make daddy buy you a Tiana dress so we can match!"

You laughed at the sight, tears pooling in your eyes again as her father pouted. "Ok, sweetie, I'd love to match with you."

About thirty minutes later, you all were getting ready to leave when Mia said she'd swing by and grab the rental car from the parking lot. They had to go to back to their hotel to pack. You all said your goodbyes, tears flowing freely between you and Mia. Cookie looked concerned for you as she wiped your tears, kissing your cheeks to reassure you.

Your ex hugged you and thanked you again, his eyes sparkling with happiness to have his precious daughter with him. You wished you could go with them once again as you watched their car drive off.

Back at home, you were greeted with a depressingly quiet apartment. It was cold and dark, something that was going to be a common occurrence for the coming weeks. Sniffling, you made your way to Cookie’s room, scanning her pink room with a blurring gaze. You were slowly walking around the room when you felt your phone ring.

It was Mia.

"Hello?" You called, wondering what could've happened in the last hour since you parted ways.

"Hey, Y/N, Cookie is freaking out because her father forgot to ask you to bring her Peach doll," Mia nearly shouted over the distraught crying in the background. You could hear your ex trying to console Cookie, to no avail. "Can you meet us at the airport with it?"

Searching the room, you spotted the Princess Peach doll on her bed and nearly sprinted out of the door. "I got it. When is your flight again?"

"Boarding is in another hour and a half."

Shit. You scrambled to snatch your keys and shoved the doll in your purse. "Okay, I'll leave now and meet you at departures, okay? Tell Cookie mommy's on the way."

You hung up and made a mad dash down to the parking garage. The airport was about a forty-five minute drive from your place, not including traffic or any other delays like the predictable Seoul rush hour.

At his own apartment, Simon was lounging on his couch, laptop on his chest as he worked. Loco was right next to him, on Face Time with the one and only Jay Park as he was at the airport.

"Have a safe flight," Loco was saying before Kiseok slid shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

"Get there and back in once piece, boss," the oldest one teased and Jay laughed. Unfortunately, he was distracted a little too long because he suddenly collided into a woman. The phone fell, face up and there were suddenly two faces on the screen.

His body guards reacted immediately and made sure the two were alright. Mildly interested, the two on the other side of the line watched on.

"I-I'm so sorry, oh God, I'm just in a rush." The woman's voice was so eerily familiar to Kiseok that he took a second to strain to hear it over the airport commotion.

Jay was off to the side, picking up his passport and other belongings that fell. "Nah, it's alright. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Again, I'm so sorry I wasn’t- Is this your phone?"

Without further ado, the woman picked up Jay's phone, and Kiseok felt his eyes bulge out of his skull when her face came into view.

What was Y/N doing in the airport? Loco didn't notice the other's tense reaction and simply waved at the stranger. You didn't seem to glance at the screen, yet they could easily notice your tear-stained cheeks, and just passed it back to the owner.

Over Jay reassuring her that it was fine for the third time, a loud and very male voice yelled. "Y/N! There you are!"

With another apology, you left the frame and turned towards the male voice. Jay watched the interaction for a second before continuing on his way, which was conveniently right past you. Loco was talking to the CEO like that didn't just happen when Kiseok saw you in the frame again. He was positive it was you this time around.

You wore that over-sized gray sweater that he thought was so cute on you, hair tied messily and hugging a handsome foreigner tightly. He pulled back from the hug and pushed back some pieces of your hair from your face before smiling, his lips moving. Staring up to him, you nodded, wiping your face with your sleeves. He brought you back to his chest, arms around your shoulders.

Involuntarily, Kiseok felt his jaw clench at the display of affection. His eyes tore from the phone quicker than he meant to, causing his junior to stare at him in confusion.

For the rest of the night, Loco was warily watching as the older man was fuming next to him. There was hardly any movement from his part and he was sure he was in a coma until Simon wiped out his phone, tapping it a few times before pressing it to his ear.

“Nayoung? It’s been a while. Are you free right now?”

Almost choking on his coke, Hyukwoo coughed. Why was Kiseok calling her, of all people? Once the call wrapped up, he nervously voiced his concern, “Hyung...Why are you calling her at this hour..?”

He didn’t get an immediate response, instead, Kiseok stood and glared with the power of a thousand suns at the TV in front of them.

“Am I not single? Can I not do what I want, with whoever I want, too?”

Without any further explanation, he stormed out of the apartment all together.

You felt your eyes widen to almost impossible degrees at that point. That was so far off, it was ridiculous. “No! I-...I do. I like you too.”

“Just not in the way I feel about you, huh?” With that, he stood and made a beeline for your front door.

Without thinking, you jumped up and caught his wrist to stop him. Panic rose in your chest as you saw how defeated his eyes were as they stared at you. In the back of your mind, you knew now was the time to come clean about your feelings. It wasn’t a good time to hide and cower.

Whatever happened after this was meant to be. You took a breath and Kiseok waited with his eyes trained on your face.

“I’ve liked you for months.” You confessed, and it felt like a weight lifted from your shoulders.

“I tried my best to keep my feelings hidden but it was so hard. When you would listen to me, or send me cute messages like ask me how my day was going...I-I don’t even know when it happened, but it just did and I was content having you just as a friends with benefits but then...”

With your head tilted down, you missed the passing emotions that crossed Kiseok’s face. Right now, you didn’t have the courage to peer at him anyway. It was hard enough talking about your feelings, but to do it with the person causing you so much heartache was a new level of vulnerability.

Sensing that you needed some comfort, a hand came to your jaw and softly caressed the skin before tilted upwards. You hadn’t realized there were tears in your eyes until you saw Kiseok’s face soften at you. He raised his eyebrow, as if asking you to continue.

You took a breath, hating the way your voice shook, “Then I saw you at the restaurant with that girl and I just felt like my heart had broke, like I just missed my chance. I should’ve told you my feelings earlier, but I’m so scared.”

He heard your whisper, even if it was hardly detectable. You weren’t surprised. Kiseok always listened to you, no matter what. “What are you scared of, angel?”

His use of the nickname calmed you a bit. Both of your hands came up to his chest and slowly curled into fists of his sweater. With his hand still tilting your jaw up, the other found it’s place rubbing comforting circles on the curve of your back.

“I’m scared of it all - Falling and having no one to grab me. What if we get together and it doesn’t work out? What if you meet my daughter and then we-we break up? I’ve never been with anyone since she was born - what if she likes you and it doesn’t work out between us? I don’t want to bring a man into the dynamic and confuse her if this isn’t...isn’t a long-term commitment for you. Plus you’re a celebrity. That’s a new set of challenges in itself.”

“We can make it work, angel.” He finally understood. His eyes searched yours and was going to say something but you had more to get off your chest. “I can work around my schedule.”

Your grip on his sweater got tighter as you tried to articulate everything on your mind. “I can’t have someone who isn’t serious. It’s not just me. It’ll never be just me. I come with a child, and an ex who is very involved with my daughter. You’ll have to accept that all. I need someone whose ready for that, not just a fuck buddy.”

You pulled away from him gently and he let you before examining your expression again, “Why are you assuming I just want a fuck buddy?”

“You haven’t exactly implied you wanted more,” you stated, wiping the tears that leaked from your eyes.

Those dark eyes of his hardened slightly. “You think I’m going to just bounce if shit gets too hard? I’m not that kind of man.”

You shook your head, arms wrapping around yourself. “It’s not that. I mean- I can’t have someone around if they won’t be here for the long haul.”

“And you don’t think I will.”

“I don’t know if you will!” You huffed, irritated that he wasn’t seeing where you were coming from. “I don’t know. And that’s why I’m scared. What if we get into a relationship and it doesn’t work out? I’ll have to explain to Cookie and what if she takes a liking to you? Then it’ll be another father figure who she won’t see! She barely sees her father as it is! I don’t want to hurt her like that! I don’t want to be hurt like that too...”

“Can’t you just take a chance on me?” He ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in those sharp features. “Because I’m selfish. I want all of you.”

You stopped venting, “What?”

Kiseok took a step towards you cautiously, large hands out to grasp the swell of your hips. Your body relaxed against his automatically, like you were meant to be in his arms forever. “Take a chance on me, ___. Give me a chance to prove to you that I want you - all of you. The goofy side, the business woman, the horrible baker that you are, the woman you came to be, the mother that you are - I want it all. That includes your daughter too.”

You were crying at this point, thankfully it was silent as you watched in amazement as Kiseok poured his heart out for you. “Those things made you into the woman you are and I want everything that comes with you. All the baggage and emotional trauma. All the ex’s and all the kids you have.”

Finally, he got you to crack a smile and giggle at that. Resting your head on his chest, you felt him wrap one arm around your waist and the other loop around your neck to snuggle you into his body more. “I only have one daughter.”

“Even if you had four, I would still want you.”

Securing your arms around him, you sighed deeply. Without much difficulty, he guided you to the couch and sat with you on his lap. Resting your nose in his neck, you wondered what the next step would be.

Kiseok didn’t give you long to think it over when he pulled back, dark eyes searching your face. “So. Are you free tonight? I want to take you out - on a real date. Dinner if you want.”

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading like wildfire on your lips. “Okay, I’d love that.”

He pulled you back, lips lightly grazing yours in a soft kiss, “Good, because I have a lot of making up to do.”

Seven months later, you sat on your couch, head thrown back in laughter as you watch Kiseok walk into the living room, decked out in a fluffy pink boa necklace and a matching tiara while Cookie pranced behind him in her Princess Tiana costume.

“Kiki, you have to go down the runway first!” Cookie whined when your boyfriend remained motionless in the door way.

His glare held heat to it as he stared at your laughing figure. With a sassy flip, he tossed the end of the boa necklace over his shoulder. “I would’ve preferred the purple but the show must go on, darling.”

With a hand on his hip to exaggerate his “model walk”, Kiseok strut down the runway that was behind the couch. He spun on his heels at the end, posing a few times before wrapping the fluffy accessory around your neck. Another imaginary hair flip later, the rapper was seated next to you, making sure to slide the tiara onto your head.

He smiled when he noticed the tears in your eyes from laughing so hard but didn’t comment. Cookie completely crushed her walk, with you and Kiseok clapping enthusiastically as she flipped her curls over her shoulder to give the audience a fierce pose.

“That’s my baby! A true model! ___-ah, let’s put her in some modeling classes!” Kiseok exclaimed before swooping down to wrap Cookie in a tight hug.

She giggled when he nuzzled his face on her cheek but didn’t push him away. From your position on the couch, you watched with a smile on your face and a light heart.

You didn’t know it months ago, but Kiseok was great with Cookie, kids in general actually. Seeing them bond and play together was probably the most fullfilling thing you’ve got to witness. You were too caught up in watching them with hearts in your eyes, that you missed how they whispered to themselves, sneaking glances at you.

By the time you did notice, Kiseok had a shit-eating grin on his face, while he adjusted Cookie on his hip. “I think it’s mommy’s turn to be Sven.”

Walking from the kitchen, you scanned the living room once more to make sure all of Cookie’s toys and shoes were in her room. For a second, you felt a bit odd for putting her things away. Almost like there was something to hide. You shook off the feeling.

Simon was a near stranger. Sure, you knew him (kind of) from seeing him on TV but he could be completely different than his personality that you’ve seen. Until you got to know him a little better, you didn’t feel comfortable with sharing such intimate details about your life just yet.

There were still her baby pictures and a few family pictures hung around so if he dug hard enough he would figure it out, but otherwise, it looked almost the same as when you didn’t have any kids. Laptop out on the coffee table, your heels from the work day against the couch and Netflix frozen on the mounted TV.

Finally at the door, you unlatched the lock and swung it open. Kiseok stood there with a lopsided grin and held up two plastic bags of what looked like food containers. Food? Whenever you watched movies about people hooking up, rarely would one of them bring food but you were new to this and accepted it without question.

You held the door open for him as he made his way inside, smiling as you examined him up and down.

In that large black hoodie and equally dark jeans, he looked as good as sin. You didn’t notice that you had been oogling him for a little longer than you intended until you heard him clear his throat.

“Are you going to eat or stare at me like that all night?” Kiseok teased, looking over his shoulder as he slipped off his shoes. 

Huffing quietly, you rounded him and detached one of the bags from his fingers to move to the living room. “That all depends on what food you got.”

You placed the bag on the coffee table, thankful it was low enough for you to be sitting on the ground and eat from it. He naturally followed suit and you two began removing the containers. You tossed your MacBook on the far end of the couch when you caught him pulling out a soju bottle.

Simon felt your stare and wiggled his eyebrows before briefly explaining, “Work is stressful.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You knew how difficult it was to be in a position where people relied on you constantly and although you knew next to nothing about how it was as an artist at AOMG, you were certain it wasn’t all rainbows and fairy-tales. Laid out on the rectangle table were almost every side dish you could think of and in the middle was two different types of chicken.

He handed you a pair of chopsticks, long fingers lingering on your palm that made you smirk. “This is a lot of food. You didn’t need to get so much.”

He shrugged, breaking his pair while maintaining eye contact with you. “It’s been a minute since I got to eat with such a beautiful woman. Besides,” he moved to sit next to you, your arms brushing as he grabbed a piece of chicken. “You’ll need your energy for what I have planned later.”

The casual way he said that made you pause and the effect of his baritone voice was immediate. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as a warm flush took over your body. Swallowing, you tried to calm yourself enough to retort but you could only find it in yourself to give him a look that was no-where near innocent.

“Oh?” Your voice was not as strong as you would’ve liked and you cursed your weakness of deep voices. Kiseok’s was definitely going to be a problem for you, especially when he just said things like that out of nowhere!

“Mhm,” he hummed, placing a piece of kimchi against your lips. You braved eye contact once again when you opened your mouth, tongue coming out to accept the offering. Just to tease him, you wrapped your lips around the smooth wood and let your tongue stick out between them.

His eyes narrowed at your actions, darkening considerably. “Eat up, gorgeous. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.”

Once again, Kiseok was true to his word - he didn’t let you leave your room until hours later when you suggested showering before you both knocked out.

He wiggled his eye brows at you, obviously about to suggest something unholy yet again but held his tongue when he saw how carefully you slid off the bed. The grimace on your face told him that maybe three rounds were probably starting to catch up to you right about now. 

As gentlemanly as he could, his arm smoothly caught your waist and he held most of your weight while you two made your way to the bathroom. You were too shocked to really question it but as he lathered your body with that vanilla body wash under the strong stream of warm water, you let your eyes follow his movements.

Despite his rough image, Kiseok was actually very gentle with you and you couldn’t stop the smile from stretching over your lips. You caught the loofa and tilted your head, “Your turn.”

With a cocky smirk, he let you.

It wasn’t until you were both tucked under the blanket that you realized how late it really was at that point. Kiseok was soundlessly sleeping behind you, curled into the back of your neck when your tired eyes caught the time. 3:17AM

You groaned to yourself, smashing your face into the pillow. ‘I have to be up in four hours! Go to sleep, Y/N!’

The next morning, which was really a few hours after you fell asleep, you were surprised to see a naked chest when you opened your eyes. 

Getting your wits together, you noticed one of his arms was slung over your waist, hand pressing your back into him. His chin was resting on your head, soft breaths ruffling your already messy hair. The blanket was pulled up and tucked around you two like a cocoon of warmth.

Relaxing once again, your softly moved your hands from his chest to his arms. When Kiseok made no move to indicate he was waking up, you took that as a sign to continue, fingers traveling gently up the slope of his neck to run through his tangled hair. A low, tired sound that mimicked a groan was heard above you and you froze.

He huffed, the other hand coming around you to drag you closer to him as if there was any space left between your bodies.

“Why did you stop?”

You nearly melted to a puddle of goo at his morning voice. If you thought his normal tone was dangerous, this was capable of making you weak in the knees.

The chuckle when he felt your fingers stroke his hair again made you swallow. Hopefully, he didn’t notice your reaction but you felt that was just wishful thinking at this point. 

Without warning, Kiseok wiggled down to bury his face against your collarbone, wrapping one of his legs around yours. You smiled at the display but didn’t comment on it.

A few minutes of petting him, his breath evened out greatly and his hold slacked just a bit. You could tell he wasn’t sleeping, but was right about to fall back into dreamland. Swallowing a sigh, you twisted to look at the clock on your nightstand with a pout.

It was time you got up. Usually, you were up by this point and had completed your morning routine. If you stayed in bed any longer, you would be late for work. This was definitely one of the harder days to get out of bed.

“I have to get ready for work,” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the stillness.

His arms tightened their hold like a snake would to it’s prey, effectively trapping you against him. His husky voice was still laced with sleep when he mumbled into your neck, “Call out.” To sweeten the deal, his lips began to softly press downwards towards your cleavage.

Twenty minutes later, you were still batting away his wandering hands as he drove you to work. You weren’t too keen on letting him see into your private life too much but he insisted, claiming he wanted to pick you up when you were done since he was taking the day off.

You weren’t sure what exactly this “relationship” was. It was certainly not anywhere near dating, since he had only found out your name yesterday. Kiseok didn’t seem phased by the lack of conversation around the topic either, although it bothered you to some degree. It would be better for your mind, and heart, if you could put a label on this. 

Two streets away from the company building, his large hand landed directly on your thigh, just where the end of your black skirt exposed your skin. You froze, fingers hoovering over the glass of your phone before your resumed. You only hoped he hadn’t noticed the slight hitch in your breath.

His fingers squeezed your thigh as he threw you a smirk when his car pulled into the parking lot.

With your purse in hand and the other on the door handle, you gave him a smile, “Thanks for taking me. I’ll call you around five? If you can’t get me, then it’s fine. I can have Nicky ta-”

“I’ll be here at five then.” His smirk only grew when you raised a brow at him. With a nod, you stepped out of the car but turned back when he called your name.

His eyes were lowered as they racked down your figure, causing a sudden heat to flood your body. “Do me a favor...Walk slowly.”

You scoffed playfully, “You’re going to make me late for work.” And shut the door.

Walking into the building, you put a little bit more effort into swinging your hips as you went.

Once you got through security, a blur of blue and white attacked you from the side, scaring you half to death.

Nicky was bouncing up and down, with a grin so wide you were sure her cheeks must be in pain right now. Her hawk eyes were moving back and forth to see into the parking lot. “He’s got a nice car too! Wow, must be nice to have a sugar daddy, hm~”

You smacked her arm, but she only giggled and walked with you to the elevators. “Stop it. He’s not my sugar daddy,” you whisper-yelled, head swishing back and forth to make sure no one was around.

She gave you a disbelieving stare. “Either way, he took you to work. That’s so domestic.”

The doors opened and you two entered, pressing both buttons of your floors. “Don’t over-think it. He’s off today and wants to spend the night together so he said he’ll pick me up.”

“How romantic!” Nicky gushed, ignoring the glare you gave her as she fawned like a school girl. “Maybe he wants to take you out like a date?!”

Although the idea was welcomed by you, you knew better than to get your hopes up. Kiseok hadn’t expressed anything like wanting to go out for dinner in public, so you didn’t even want to have a passing thought about it.

From what you had seen and experienced, Simon was very caring and sweet, not to mention insanely attractive so if he wanted to wine and dine you, there were no complaints on your end. However, it didn’t look like that was the situation.

During the day, you had to ignore Nicky’s constant teasing smiles and emails. You were anticipating the end of the day, and a part of you hated yourself for expecting something much more than this was.

When five o’clock came rolling around, and you were walking out of the front door, you felt your heart flip at the sight of his car. You couldn’t push away the smile that light up your face, especially when he got out of the drivers seat to open the passenger door for you to slide in.

You weren’t sure what was going to happen with this new found “friendship” but what was the harm in exploring it? You were single, young and had your own job. Your daughter was well taken cared for and you hadn’t been with anyone in years. So what if he just wanted sex? You weren’t looking for a relationship either!

So, the reason your heart was beating that fast because this was all new. It had nothing to do with any growing feelings. 

Shaking off his jacket, he threw it with the shirt before running a hand through his hair.

You came back to the door that led to the hallway, a blue stuffed bear in your hands. He easily recognized it as the prize he won you on one of your first dates to the carnival. "Perfect. Take your shit and get out my apartment then, boy!" You threw the bear at him and turned on your heel before you could see him catch it.

Catching the bear with ease with one hand, Jay sighed again. One of the things that had attracted him to you in the first place, besides your beauty, was your stubborn attitude and how you didn't take anyone's shit, especially not his. You always knew how to keep him in line and weren't afraid to knock him off his high horse when he needed it. Most girls in this situation would cry and lock themselves in their rooms watching the Notebook and cursing all men. Not you. You left the door open for him, purposefully to kick him out of your place. He loved your independent nature, but right now, he could do without all the attitude. It definitely made the fights, and makeup sex, interesting though.

"Babe, I'm sorry," He tried to pacify you when he strolled into your bedroom, only to see you bent over the dresser, collecting the clothes he often kept there.

Even if it wasn't the right time for it, he felt his eyes trail down your backside to roam over your ass. He didn't know he was an ass man until he spotted you in a tight dress one night in the club. The thin fabric of your shorts rode up slightly to expose part of your butt. He bit his bottom lip, not hearing a word you said to him for a couple minutes until his vision went black. He removed the sweater from his face, only to see you with your arms crossed under your bust, wide hips jutted out on the right as you glared at him.

"Are you even fucking listening to me?"

"Of course, baby, I always listen to you."

Your face was unchanged, knowing he was lying. "Really? What I say?"

He pulled a blank face for a second before slowly making his way to you, "I heard you forgive your dumb boyfriend for fucking up because he loves you very much."

You held up a manicured hand against his chest, preventing him from stepping closer to you, "You heard wrong."

Lips pressed into a thin line, Jay stepped forward anyway, not in the least bothered by how your palm was pushing on his chest. "Baby, I know you're mad but let me make it up to you. I fucked up, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it."

By that point, he had managed to slink his muscled arms around your waist and stroked your hips lovingly. However, you weren't swayed with his words. Jay was a smooth talker, yes, but you weren't someone who fell for it so easily. Wiggling out of his embrace, you moved backwards a bit to create some distance between you both.

Seeing him pout made your eyebrow raise. He probably thought this would be easy, to come over, give you a few kisses and you'd melt into his palms like ice cream in mid-July then you'd forgive him. Not this time. You had been planning this date for almost three weeks now. He had canceled and rain checked on you so many times that you almost called the whole thing off. He had insisted the night before that he would make it for dinner at your place, and wouldn't miss it for the world. Silly as you were, you believed him.

After spending all day making the food, tidying up your apartment and even buying a new cute lingerie set, Jay didn't show up. He didn't even bother to pick up his phone and call you. You heard no word for him. At first, you were worried something happened, especially since he was usually one to call when he leaves the studio. Instead, you called him around twenty times and left two times as many texts as well. As the hours passed and there was still no call or text, you were about an inch away from dialing the cops to figure out what the hell happened to your boyfriend. Just before you were about to contact the police, you were scrolling mindlessly on Instagram to distract yourself from panicking when you saw Gray post a video at the club. It was of him hyping up Jay as he danced, a cup in his hand and face flushed red. He was drunk.

The anger replaced your worry at an alarming speed. You had half a mind to drive down to the club and cuss him out, and you would've if you hadn't called Cha Cha to find out which club it was. Chase had a way with words, even if they weren't often that he gave advice, especially to one of his close friend's girlfriend. He managed to calm you down enough to convince you to sleep it off and duke it out with Jay in the morning, when he was sober enough to understand you and weren't as willing to commit murder.

"Honestly, Jaebum," you started, his name feeling strange on your tongue since you never called him by anything other than pet names. "I'm so pissed at you, I don't even know where to begin."

Feeling you weren't done talking, he decided to talk a seat on the bed as you paced in front of him. "I thought something bad happened. You didn't even bother to call me to say 'Oh by the way babe, I'm going to the club because fuck our date you were planning for like three damn weeks.' You could've been dead for all I knew! Only for me to find out, through Gray's fucking IG post that you were out dicking around, getting wasted with the boys!"

His lips parted to say something, but you didn't even want to hear it and continued on without missing a beat, your hand waving to dismiss whatever he was gonna say, "Let's not forget I had spent the entire day, from ten in the morning until five cooking and getting everything perfect for you. I even bought this," you paused for a second and made your way to the closet, grabbing out a clean white box before pulling out the black and blue lingerie set to toss that at him. "just for last night, but I'm going to return it since you obviously would rather be out with the boys!"

Jay took a minute to examine the set, letting his mind wander just a bit as he felt the silky texture of the thong as well as the baby doll sheer cover up. He already did regret going out and blowing you off, but now he really felt bad. He didn't know you spent so long preparing a special night for him since in his mind, it was going to be another night watching movies and eating pizza.

When you were close enough for him to reach, his large hands gripped your waist and yanked you to stand between his legs while he wrapped his arms around your thighs. His palms caressed upwards until they were massaging your butt gently. His head tilted up so he could look into your eyes, smiling when he took notice of how your arms were on his broad shoulders. Angry or not, he knew you still loved him as much as he loved you.

"I'm sorry for making you worry. I didn't plan on going with them to the club, only to show face and then I was going to come, but the club owner bought some shots for me and it got kind of out of hand by that point." He tightened his grip on your plump butt, pressing your body against his chest while on of his palms lifted up the old tank top you were wearing. He kissed the taunt skin of your stomach, dragging his mouth lower. Feeling your breath hitch, a smirk stretched on his lips.

"I should've called, I know, it's my fault our date night was ruined. I'm sorry, baby girl..." Too quick for you to react, Jay stood, lifting your body up and wrapped your legs around his slim waist before dropping you both on the bed.

"Let me make it up to you," his voice whispered against the skin of your collarbone before he smiled at how your body relaxed under him.

"I'm still upset with you," you mumbled, hands racking through his soft hair before giving it a tug. You smiled when he groaned.

His straight teeth nipped at your neck before he soothed it with his tongue, "That's fine by me, I know how you like rough makeup sex."

With a roll of your eyes at his impish grin, you pushed his shoulders and lifted your hips so that you were straddling him. Ignoring his suggestive eye brow raising and wondering hands, you rolled your hips onto his and smirked when he let out another low groan. Before he could catch your waist again, you quickly jumped off of him, and walked out of the room without a glance backwards.