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A week has passed since completing Kihyun’s transfer papers and today was the day he would be transferred. The sky outside was already pitch black as I parked my car to head into the facility. San had been trying to talk me out of going with them all week, but I was resolute that if it would be safer for everyone for me to be there then I was going. Of course, that didn’t mean I wasn’t terrified. Spending any substantial amount of time with Kihyun was terrifying. I would rather stand on a bed of hot coals than do this, but I would regret it if someone got hurt simply because I was too chicken shit to sit beside him in an armored vehicle.

The route to Kihyun’s cell block was beginning to become second nature for me as I strolled past security. As I approached the office, San walked out with a frown on his face.

“I had hoped you’d change your mind.”

“San, we talked about this…”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

I pat his arm comfortingly as the unmistakable buzz of the cell block doors opening caught our attention. A small army of guards swung the door open with an incapacitated Kihyun in the middle. He had his standard cuffs around his wrists and ankles like he did in his cell, but they coupled those with thick bindings around his arms just above the elbow and a face mask secured tightly around the lower half of his face.

The sight of him like that momentarily stunned me wondering if all of that was really necessary, but then again we all knew what this man was capable of, and it was better to be safe than sorry. He was oddly cooperative as they shoved him through the doorway, his eyes never leaving mine. I could swear the corners of his eyes crinkled and if he hadn’t been wearing the mask I was positive that unsettling smile would be plastered on his face. I turned my back to him hoping he couldn’t see just how much he bothered me. San looked down at me with a half-hearted smile. We were both nervous. My nerves stemmed from the inmate himself whereas San’s stemmed from the question of my safety.

If anything were to happen, everyone on that caravan would be able to take care of themselves except for me. I released a heavy sigh, maybe I should invest in some self-defense classes. Then again, this isn’t typical work for me. This was a temporary gig that I would have to deal with until they hire another psychiatrist. They led Kihyun past San and I and with one last look at each other, we followed them.

One more reason for me to avoid his gaze. The way he looked at me made me uncomfortable. As much as I didn’t want to squirm in front of him and let him know he got to me, I couldn’t help it. As small in stature he was, he was still incredibly intimidating. San took the seat next to me making sure to keep close which I was grateful for. Having him there eased a bit of the tension.

My fingers drummed against my leg nervously. This whole transportation situation was making me anxious. Or maybe my anxiety has been through the roof since Kihyun explicitly requested I be there for the whole trip. I tried my absolute best to avoid his eye. He had been cuffed to the seat directly across from me. Arms strapped down to his sides, face mask secured tightly against the lower half of his face, hands and feet cuffed together and to the seat he occupied. The entire ride so far I felt his eyes burning into me.

Nobody had said a word since we left the prison. I didn’t know if it was because no one really knew what to say or if they just didn’t want Kihyun to listen in on any conversation. I wondered if Kihyun would be talking if he didn’t have the face covering strapped to his head. Then again, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing it was there. I shifted for about the hundredth time since taking my seat in the back of police van when there was a sudden lurch from someone slamming on the brakes.

The momentum seat me sprawling over San’s lap as I frantically tried to catch myself. San’s hands also came up to hold me against him as he and the other three guards in the back looked towards the front of the vehicle where a small plexiglass window allowed the driver and passenger to communicate with those in the back.

“What’s going on?” one of them asked standing up to glance through the small window.

The sound of squealing tires could barely be heard through the steel walls of the van immediately followed by an ear shattering bang. The entire van lurched to the side from the impact. Throwing me into the floor and crashing into the benches across the van. Shouting could be heard back and forth between those of us in the back and the ones up front. Before anyone could really get their bearings, another round of squealing could be heard seconds before the van lurched again in the opposite direction.

I slid across the floor again, not so lucky this time as my head hit the edge of the benches hard enough to send black spots exploding in my vision. No one else seemed to have fared any better as they laid either unconscious or nearly unconscious. Another impact rocked the vehicle, very nearly tipping it over this time as I rolled across the floor again starting to feel sick from the movement and my head injury. It was then I realized just how quiet everything was. There was no more shouting, no squealing tires, nothing other than my heavy breathing.

I blearily looked around, feeling something drip down my temple. I touched my head hoping to ease a bit of the pain, but when I pulled it away my fingers were covered in blood. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to stabilize my equilibrium before slowly opening them again. All the guards were haphazardly thrown into different corners of the truck, including San who was in the opposite corner to me towards the front. I didn’t realize just how close I was to the door until I could faintly hear car doors slamming through them. I forced myself onto my hands and knees still feeling too shaky to stand up yet.

The clanking of metal against metal was loud as Kihyun began to pull against his bindings. I had almost forgotten about him in the chaos that had ensued, but looking at him now he seemed fine. Being cuffed to the seat had prevented him from being thrown around as we were rammed. Suddenly, he clenched his fist, knocking against the metal frame four times in quick succession before dropping his arm. I was confused as to what he was doing until the very distinct sound of four returning knocks rang out from the doors behind me.

The blood in my veins ran cold and my heartrate spiked. If I ever had any doubt before what I would do in a fight or flight situation, there wasn’t any after this. I wished I could say I primed myself for a fight or that I was able to at least move away from the door, but I didn’t. I froze like a deer in headlights, wide, terrified eyes watching the latch on the door waiting for it to open as a low rumble behind me erupted from Kihyun’s chest as he laughed maniacally. The sound muffled by the mask over his mouth.

The latch on the door twisted and wrenched open. The noise splitting my eardrums as metal scraped against the frame. On the other side stood another person I had hoped I would never have to meet. His fiery red hair slicked back and the unmistakable scar above his right eyebrow and ‘J’ tattoo beneath his left eye giving away his identity. The smile that contorted over his features was more like a sneer, the crazy in his eyes lighting them up as he took in my frightened form.

Lee Jooheon.

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Chapter 4》

The recording continues, but you don’t hear anything else. Kihyun’s frozen face, a mirror to your own, looks like he still can’t believe what he’s telling you. It would be funny in a different lifetime. Today, it’s lost on you.

An avalanche of thought drowns out the silence, and you don’t notice the others coming back, voices talking amongst themselves.

Does the board know? It seems unlikely. They're usually more concerned about keeping the company profitable, and cutting into Kihyun’s practice time is unlikely to get them the results they desire. Which means it's personal?

But why? And why Kihyun? He can’t have been the first idol to date someone; in fact, you know for fact that he’s not the first to have a relationship, let alone a longer one.

Were you the target? Did you do something to offend someone, other than dating an idol? Hard to see how, when you were no one of any import.

Should you even stay? Is it worth pushing back against Starship of all people, when Kihyun is still under contract; when the others are still under contract? Will fighting back now just bring everyone else down with you?

It’s a torrent of agony; yes, I want this over with and but what about everyone else, pitting you against your compassion, your friends. What if confronting them isn’t enough? How can you possibly stop someone at that level, prevent them from lashing out again later?

It takes more than one knock at the door to startle you out of your reverie. Changkyun eventually has to stick his head in, carefully looking anywhere but at you, and it’s his voice that grounds you.

“Noona? Are you…okay?” He bites his lip, and you choke down your panic. The answer is “obviously not”, but it’s hard to know what else to say besides "yes".

You can’t blame him. “We brought you fried chicken. You can’t eat in here, though.” He doesn’t say alone, but you hear it anyway.

You fake optimism until your cheeks hurt and you’re sure the mask is fading, impatience crinkling in your eyes. They do their best to distract you, to fill you in on the details of their plan – none of them seem to share your concerns, not thinking past having an end in sight. You wish it could be that easy for you, and you know you’re being ungrateful because they’ve had a long night, and they’ve clearly been thinking things through – Jooheon and Minhyuk fall asleep against each other on the couch before you’re free to sneak away, when Hyungwon and Changkyun, too calm to drown out your thoughts, can’t keep the anxiety at bay any longer.

It calls for another round of poorly scrawled messages for Kihyun, a personal diary cum deeply emotional penpal letter. You outline drawbacks, potential solutions, things he maybe hadn't quite thought of, yet.

It’s not that the plan is lacking; between what you gathered earlier and replaying the end of Kihyun’s video message, the whole thing is rather sound. It has padding built-in, enough to support the most pressing outstanding question – how much time does you have during the eclipse?

Packing the go-bag is harder than it looks, but it makes for a nice distraction. The outfit you feel strongest in, the most put-together – no reason to show up slovenly; you don’t want to give Kim Ha Jun the satisfaction of even a minute victory.

***

When the day finally comes, they leave Kihyun to fend for himself. The backpack goes with Minhyuk to one of the nearer practice rooms, close enough to barrel down the hall if needed; secure enough to wait a few hours if she changes at the beginning of the eclipse.

Kihyun eyes the door before him, the gold lettering glinting at him like a challenge, and grits his teeth. He would be CEO one day. He would make Starship a better place for all idols, for anyone in the entertainment industry. A refuge. At the helm of Starship, he’d take the K-pop industry to a future they’d hardly dared to believe in.

Eventually.

But first things first. A calming breath, straighten the sweater – a knock at the door.

The appointment was scheduled; he’d been expected. But Kim Ha Jun feigned surprise at his presence, anyway. A joyous, imagine-seeing-you-here response to his knock, gesturing him in like they hadn’t seen each other in years, offering refreshments.

Kihyun perches uncomfortably on the edge of the leather sofa and tries to ignore it, just like he’d always politely ignored the man’s terrible taste in cologne, secure in the knowledge that he’d always have warning before Kim Ha Jun showed up.

“Kihyun!” The man bellows. “Have you seen your charts for this month? Streaming is still high – better than we expected, don’t you think?” The man who was CEO of Starship wasn’t endowed with a fatherly aura, but it didn’t stop him from trying. The result was a discomfiting dissonance of corporate interest and the misplaced boundaries of an overly-friendly uncle. “You have great things ahead of you, my boy, great things!”

Kihyun suppresses a shudder and smiles instead. “Only with your vision and guidance, sir. None of us would be here without you.” Ha Jun smiles, pleased with the compliment, and Kihyun glances surreptitiously at his watch. He’d prepared conversational topics – questions, ideas – in the event that he has to stall for up to an hour.

Except right now, he can’t remember any of them, and it’s been less than ten minutes.

He falls back on the safest, most surefire way to keep oneself out of a conversation with a narcissist:

He asks for Kim Ha Jun’s opinion.

---

When you walk through the door nineteen minutes and thirty-six seconds later, Kihyun could nearly melt with relief, and not just because he’s seeing you in person for the first time in over a year. That part feels too surreal to even put a thought to, like an apparition he’d caught out of the corner of his eye, except it was standing in front of him.

You were standing in front of him. In front of both of them.

Kim Ha Jun, though, looks more surprised than anything. Eyebrows raised to the sky, he frowns. “You’re still around?”

The way he says it scares you, a free admission of guilt. Confronted with a problem he thought resolved ages ago. As if you were meant to have vanished entirely, a speck of lint flicked carelessly off his lapel.

A lapel you only barely restrain yourself from grabbing, from shaking until the last oily strands of hair fell from his head.

“I don’t believe we’ve met in person.” You say, rigid with anger at his dismissal. Kihyun moves to your side, lends you the protection of his presence. “But yes, I am still here. I’m here and I’m pissed off, in case you were wondering. You took away six months out of my life, out of Kihyun’s career, which for all intents and purposes should be a major detriment to the company and for what? Because you didn’t like me? Because I wasn’t good enough for your idol?” With no attempt at moderation, your tone rises, and you find yourself trying not to lose your breath by the end.

Kim Ha Jun still looks unaffected. He doesn’t disrespect you further by refilling his glass, but he inspects it as if it were tempting.

“It wasn’t meant to last. You were a distraction. You would become more of a distraction. Kihyun is in the prime of his career. I can’t afford to have him moping about over a heartbreak – let the other companies lose their fortunes over women and relationships.”

“How was this not a distraction?!” Kihyun bursts. “Do you know what we’ve been through? How agonizing it has been? I wouldn’t have thrown away my career over a break-up – I’d have been sad and gotten over it, like anyone else. That’s normal. That’s life.”

The glass slams onto the table, and you both startle. Ha Jun braces himself on the desk. “It wasn’t meant to be a continued distraction.” He says, eyes flashing. “I was…expediting the matter. Once she was over you, once she decided that ‘idols were too much effort’ – “ he says it mockingly, and suddenly it’s very, very clear that this is about more than you and Kihyun – “then *poof*. You’d be all back to normal Kihyun, and she’d be out of your life for good; all problems solved.”

“And what about her? What would have happened? You think we just…wouldn’t see each other again, that I wouldn’t wonder what had happened to her?” Kihyun is bristling, his face bright red.

Ha Jun smiles a slow, nasty smile. “You’d have a new, one of kind watch, my young flexer.”

The enormity of his implication makes the silence stretch around it. Diabolical enough to forcibly separate you, but setting it up to make you disappear, to punish you for choosing yourself over the farce your life had become? Rather than murdering you outright?

A cold shiver runs down your spine, and your hairs stand on end. In a different world, you might wonder who hurt you? Instead, you fight the gaping maw of terror that's opening, the rapid realization of how horrible a person you face.

"That was not your decision to make!” Kihyun is angry; you both are. But he's also scared, and you can feel his body quivering where it brushes yours. "She had every right to leave me. She had more right to leave me because of you. And she didn't, and I'm grateful. But I never would have blamed her. I would have wanted her to be happy, just like she would have wanted for me." His hand slips into yours, maybe for show, maybe for solidarity. Maybe just for strength.

Neither of you has to do it alone.

"Do you know what that's like? To want someone else to be happy? Whoever she was, she didn't belong to you, Kim Ha Jun." Quieter this time, you're not asking so much as wondering aloud. "She deserved every chance to make her life better, and if being with you didn't improve her life, she had every right to leave."

"She chose me; it's true." Kihyun says, and it's hard to tell who is gripping who harder; both of your knuckles are white, like a storm may come and blow one of you away. "But I also chose her." He glances at you, and you see sorrow in his eyes. "I wish I could have chosen her more often."

It's a confession, but not one you weren't aware of. He'd always worried more about you than himself, would have had you spend your time working your career, your passion, rather than chasing traces of myths and magic.

When you respond, it's to him, and not to Ha Jun. "I love you."

Not "I would do it again"- you'd really, truly rather not. And not "you're worth it", either, because no one could be worth that total loss of self agency. But knowing you could be better? Working together towards that improvement?

That's the partner you want.

Who knows how it may have turned out, without the misdirected vengeance of Kim Ha Jun? Would you be the same people? Would you have become the same strong couple?

In the end, there is no storm. There's no whipping winds or flashes of lightning; just light. Painfully, impossibly bright, it floods the room, blinds you until the only tangible sense you have left is the deathgrip that connects you to Kihyun.

When it fades, Kim Ha Jun is gone.

Standing in the middle of the room, finally free, you find yourself alone with Kihyun at last, both of you human and heaving, emotions still running high. A blanket of silence hovers between you as you lock eyes, and it might have lasted an eternity if not for the alarm on Kihyun’s phone marking the end of the eclipse. 

All it takes is one ragged crook of the lips – it’s from one of your playlists, nothing he’d have ever picked for himself – and then you’re flinging yourself into his arms. You’re not sure who’s holding who, laughing and crying at once as you sink to the floor in a trembling heap.

Surely only a matter of minutes, it still feels like hours could have passed before the rest of the group bursts in, expecting the worst.

The ensuing chaos is a good excuse, but the reality is that neither of you was in any state to notice. It's not until Minhyuk starts to usher everyone back to the dorms for a proper celebration and privacy that someone finds Ha Jun's empty glass lying on the floor in front of the desk.

Next to it is a little analog clock, its little analog brain tick-ticking quietly away. It looks cheap for the room, black plastic and an acrylic cover, more at home in a garage sale from the 90's than in a CEO's office.

You're not sure what will become of it when the board appoints its new CEO, but you don't find it in yourself to care much, either. The door closes soundly behind you, and you don't spare it another thought.

You have the future to consider.

A/N: Epilogue coming tomorrow! Thanks for reading!!

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specialty was in psychology rather than psychiatry, but the prison was in need of a new psychiatrist and until one was hired, it was my job to work with potential patients.

My job today was simple, determine whether or not the man that sat in the lonely cell at the very end of this cell block should be transferred and institutionalized at the local psychiatric hospital or remain here to serve his sentence. I was well aware of who he was. I’m sure everyone in the city knew his name as well as the name of the group he ran with. Just the thought of being face to face with him was enough to send chills down my back and raise goosebumps on my arms. I entered the office, nurse hot on my heels, hoping to get an idea of what I was about to walk into.

“Dr. Johns.” The guard on duty nodded at me as we entered.

“San, it’s good to see you again. How’s my favorite guard?”

“I’d be better if they didn’t have me burning the midnight oil.” He yawned stretching before standing, handing me a file and hooking his taser and baton on his belt.

“He’s in cell 32A. You won’t be able to go in the room with him, so you don’t have to worry about him trying anything, but I’ll be there with you just in case. I’ll have a radio on me Felix, so if anything happens we’ll need back up.”

Felix nodded acknowledging San before going back to his monitors. I opened the file to scan it as the three of us walked out of the office. We stood outside of the cell block waiting to be buzzed in. It beeped and San opened the door for the two of us to enter first. I attempted to seem unperturbed by who I was about to encounter, strolling through the threshold with more confidence than I thought I was capable of. In reality, my knees felt like jello and the fear permeating my body was spiking my blood pressure.

“Does anyone actually believe he’s sane?” I tried to keep my voice quiet, but the hallway was uncharacteristically quiet, and it bounced off the walls anyway.

“Probably not. At this point, I think it’s just a formality. Having you come in and say he’s nuts gives the warden probable cause to ship him off onto someone else. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to stay under the same roof as him. He’s one sadistic son of a bitch.”

“Even though I’m not a psychiatrist?”

San grinned at me. “Close enough right? He’s a high profile enough inmate for us to warrant an immediate psych eval. Enough so that we can’t wait until the new doctor shows up.”

I nodded. I understood their concerns, but I didn’t like it. My job entailed the therapy aspect of psychological problems, not the medical aspect. It was beyond my capabilities to tell anyone what was wrong with this man and how to treat him. The most I could do while I was here was give my expert opinion about whether he should be sent to a facility or not, but I guess that was all they were really looking for anyway.

As we approached the cell, my heart felt like it was ready to jump inside my throat. San was in front, giving me enough time to school my emotions as the cell and its occupant came into view. He sat on the bare bed, head leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed. His light brown hair was long, brushing the tips of his lashes and disheveled as if he hadn’t bothered to fix it for days. As we approached, his head rolled toward us lazily, eyes opening to reveal a dark chocolate stare.

They say eyes are the windows to the soul, but with him they were bottomless pits. They gave nothing away. Something I’m sure he had perfected over the years. He looked me up and down before one corner of his mouth picked up in a hint of a smirk.

“Doctor.” His voice came out in a sultry tone. Seduction dripping from his tongue, gaze burning through me.

Pretending as if he didn’t have an effect on me I cleared my throat.

“Mr. Yoo.”

“Kihyun will do.”

He stood up from the bed, the handcuffs around his wrists and ankles clinking together lightly as he mosied his way to the front of the cell.

“Kihyun then. I’m Dr. Johns. I’m here to-“

“I know why you’re here doctor.” The way he grinned was unsettling as he paused directly in front of me. “You’re here to prove me as a basketcase. A lunatic. Psycho. Freak. Insane.”

“Yes. I was sent to assess your mental state.”

He looked me over one more time before turning his attention to San.

“I’d like to speak with the doctor alone if you wouldn’t mind.”

San scoffed. “Actually, I do mind. That’s not happening.”

“Perhaps another time then doctor.” Kihyun drawled turning back to his bed.

I sighed knowing that one way or another he would get his way. Yoo Kihyun had been playing these kinds of games all his life and if he was one thing, it was a master manipulator. I turned to San with pleading eyes.

“San I’ll be fine. Just give us a few moments.”

No matter how much he wished he could work the situation in his favor, San knew Kihyun had the upper hand here. The whole reason I was even here was to see him and if he wouldn’t talk, then my trip will have been a waste of time. San cast a glare at the man who stood next to his bed, staring at the wall with a shit eating grin on his face. He knew he had us.

“Ten minutes tops. I’ll be right down the hall.”

I nodded watching as he reluctantly walked away. Turning back to Kihyun I looked at him expectantly. Rather than meet my eyes, he shot a sharp glare at the nurse jerking his chin in the direction San went as an indication for her to follow. She shot me a terrified look before unsteadily walking backwards and turning to speed walk her way to catch up with San.

Once the two of them were gone, Kihyun strolled his way to the front of the cell again.

“Well doctor...ask away. I’ll try to answer as honest as I possibly can.”

The liquid honey was back in his voice. Not having San beside me ramped my anxiety, but I tamped it down to meet Kihyun’s eyes.

“You’re a hard man to pin down Mr. Yoo.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“You’re usually so careful. Why don’t you tell me how they caught you this time?”

He shrugged. “I guess I got careless.”

Somehow I doubted that.

“If I remember correctly, your last victim was a stock broker?”

“Dale Avery. Real nasty one there.” He grinned grabbing the bars to his cell and leaning against them.

“How so?”

“History of embezzlement, money laundering, domestic abuse.” He tsked. “Gambling addiction too. His poor wife. If you ask me, she’s much better off without him. But then again, you already knew all this. Didn’t you doctor.”

“So that’s what it was? You felt the need to get rid of him simply because of his rap sheet and because you felt sorry for his wife?”

Kihyun grinned leaning his head on one of the bars.

“Heavens no doctor. I killed him because someone was willing to pay a hefty sum for his body to be six feet under and he unfortunately wasn’t able to offer me a better alternative.”

“A better alternative?”

“More money…..information……whatever piques my interest really.” He smiled lazily, but the sadistic glint in his eye wasn’t lost on me.

“Do you offer an alternative for all of your victims?”

“Sure. Everyone deserves a second chance.”

The intensity in his gaze was making me uncomfortable. I looked down to his file. Usually, it would contain all the information known publicly including criminal records, background checks, demographics, but Kihyun’s was unusually empty. It had his most recent arrest, a short demographics section with an included picture, and a small paragraph pertaining to his role in the group he’s known to run with. MX was one of the nation’s most wanted group of individuals. Even more so when it was discovered that all the members worked in close connection with one another.

“What about your colleagues? Do they offer the same……mercy you do?”

He tilted his head, hair falling into his eyes. As crazy as the man was, he was undeniably attractive. Then again, historically there were always a few serial killers who used their looks and charisma to get their way. Easier to lure in a victim and fool them.

“I can’t speak for them. I have my way of doing things and they have theirs. I won’t answer any questions about them doctor.”

Licking my lips, I nodded. As much as I wanted to know about them, I knew it wasn’t the time nor place. I was here for a job and satisfying my own curiosity wasn’t part of it.

“Do you ever feel bad?”

“About what?”

“What you do. Do you ever feel remorse during your ‘jobs’?”

“Remorse.” He pondered that word for a second. Eyebrows pinched together as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth. “Why should I? Anyone who’s ended up on my hit list deserved to be there for one reason or another.”

“No one deserves to die Kihyun.”

“Oh really? You know, there are men out there much worse than I doctor. Traffickers, rapists, child abusers….the list goes on.”

“Maybe so, but some people would disagree.”

“Perhaps those people should be thanking me.”

“So you think of yourself as a vigilante then?”

He chuckled as if my questions amused him.

“No. I’m just a greedy bastard that has an itch to kill people. I’m no hero doctor.”

“But you’re aware of what you’re doing. You know it’s wrong.”

“Wrong is a variable term. My activities are simply outside the realm of what society deems as normal and acceptable behavior. What’s considered bad here is acceptable behavior in another part of the world.”

“Murder isn’t acceptable anywhere.”

“Because the thought of someone harming another person has been drilled into your pretty little head as unacceptable. However, doctor, tell me this. Is it wrong if it’s in self-defense? What about for the sake of the lives of other people? People kill each other every day. Some situations deemed extenuating circumstances and others not. Who’s to be the one to determine that?”

“Then you believe yourself to be innocent? That what you’ve done is forgivable?”

His eyes burned into mine. Excitement swimming in the melted chocolate depths. He was having fun. Toying with me even. He seemed to purposefully ignore my question as his head lazily rolled to the right again just in time for San to be visible from his place against the cell bars.

“Time’s up.” San grumbled swatting the doors with his baton. “Hands off the bars.”

Kihyun let go and backed up slowly. His eyes sought mine again and let a slow smile split his lips.

“Until we meet again doctor. I look forward to a favorable decision.”

San laid a hand at the base of my spine, lightly moving me away from the cell. I finally snapped out of my stare off with Kihyun, letting San lead me down the hallway. Neither of us said anything as we made our way back out of the cell block. It was quiet again, but Kihyun’s words rang in my mind.

I look forward to a favorable decision.

"What did you say babe?"

I sighed heavily, rolling off the bed to stand next to him.

"You've been playing all evening. Can't we do something together now?"

Despite me being right next to him, he still didn't take his eyes off the television.

"Last game, I promise. Then we can do something together."

My gaze narrowed to glare at him.

"You said that 20 minutes ago."

"I mean it this time."

Rolling my eye, I left the room to find something else to occupy my time. I loved him to death, but Kyunie spent a lot of time with his games, and while that usually didn't bother me, today I was feeling particularly needy. Probably because this was my first weekend free in almost a month.

I plopped down on the couch, turning the TV on. Not really finding anything interesting, I surfed channels listening to Changkyun's exclamations in the other room. I glanced at the clock. It was almost nine in the evening now. He had been on his game since I got home at six, only stopping long enough to scarf down the dinner I had made.

He made off with a quick, "dinner was delicious babe" before jumping back into his chair and picking up his controller. Not really caring what was on, I mindlessly watched some show flicked across the screen as I snuggled into the couch with a throw blanket. The low mumble of the TV and clicking of Changkyun's controller lulled me to sleep.

"Y/N."

I was barely coherent enough to hear Changkyun call my name, opening my eyes blearily to see him standing over me. I hummed to answer him, letting my eyes slip closed again.

"Let's go to bed."

I shook my head, pushing his hand away that was starting to peel the blankets off me. I faintly heard his low chuckle as he reached to pull my blanket from me again. I whined, hugging it closer to me, tucking it under my chin.

"Let me sleep."

"You can't sleep on the couch." He huffed.

"I'm doing it, aren't I?" I grumbled.

I could practically feel him rolling his eyes. It was quiet for a long moment. Thinking I had won, I was beginning to slip back into a dream when I felt his arms come under me. One against my shoulder blades and the other under my knees.

He lifted me off the couch easily, blanket and all, and cradled me against his chest as he began walking to the bedroom. I was content being carried until he stumbled. Reflexively, I grabbed onto his shoulder and my other arm wrapped around the back of his neck, heart pounding thinking about how I could have almost hit the floor.

"Don't drop me!"

"Well, you're the one who wouldn't let go of the damn blanket!"

Wide awake now, I began wiggling in his arms to get him to put me down.

"Stop moving!"

"Put me down!"

He unceremoniously dropped me on the bed. I sat up, fixing him with a glare as he walked to the closet.

"You couldn't have been a little nicer about it?"

"You said to put you down. You didn't say how."

I grabbed a pillow and launched it at him, feeling satisfaction when it smacked him in the chest as he walked out of the closet. He froze, staring down at the pillow that had hit him.

"Oh, it's on."

He ran at me, giving me only seconds to try to scramble across the large bed. I was laughing so hard my muscles were like jelly as I kicked my way across the sheets. A shriek escaped me as Changkyun grabbed my foot and drug me back to him.

His hands found my sides tickling me relentlessly. He snatched another pillow off the bed and threw it on top of me. I bear hugged it.

"You get one less pillow tonight."

"Me? You're the one throwing pillows around. You should get one less pillow." He argued, trying to take back the pillow he had thrown at me.

"Nope. That's your pillow if you want it." I pointed at the one on the floor outside of the closet. "Go pick it up."

"You go pick it up. You're the reason it ended up over there."

I pretended to ignore him, rolling back over to act like I was going to sleep.

"No you don't."

Another shriek of laughter left me as he tossed me over his shoulder.

"Changkyun!"

"Pick it up!" he hollered over my attempt to scold him.

He moved me to where he held me by the waist, dangling me over the discarded pillow. The new position was incredibly precarious, and I grasped his hands around my waist tightly, feet flailing as I couldn't control my laughter. I could feel his own shoulders shake with his barely contained laughter as my feet accidentally side swiped his temple.

"Hurry! Before I drop you for real." He laughed, lowering me a bit more.

I picked up the pillow hurriedly before I made friends with the floor too. He tossed me back over his shoulder and onto the bed before flopping down beside me. We were both trying to catch our breaths from laughing so much. I snuggled under the covers next to him as he pulled me closer to tuck me into his side.

I loved this man more than I could explain with words, even if he was a huge pain in the ass sometimes. He flicked the lamp off, and we were out before too long.

I had woken up around 2 AM craving something sweet, and no matter what I did, I wasn't able to get back to sleep. All I could think about was ice cream. I rolled over to see Changkyun still asleep. Mouth slightly parted, hair fanned out on the pillow. He had one arm behind his head with me laying on the other one.

It was fairly hot this evening, even sleeping with just a sheet. At some point in the night, we had both kicked it down the bed a little further, giving me just the smallest glimpse of his waist as his t-shirt rode up. My stomach protested, reminding me about that ice cream.

"Kyunie." I whispered.

He didn't move. I tapped his side to try getting his attention, but he still wasn't budging. I felt a little bad that I was trying to wake him up in the middle of the night, but I remembered how adamant he was earlier about playing his games without me and suddenly all my guilt was gone.

The least he could do was take me for ice cream to make it up to me. I shifted next to him, bringing my leg that was between his up as I tried to get a better angle. His arm shot between his legs as he stopped me from kneeing him in his groin unintentionally. Thinking he had woken up, I stopped to look at him. No such luck.

His eyes were still closed, and his breathing even. He hand unconsciously ran up my thigh to my waist, pulling me closer to him to snuggle. I had to keep quiet while laughing, realizing that him blocking my leg had obviously become a reflex of his. Enough so for him to do it in his sleep. Courtesy of my thoughtless carelessness when cuddling with him resulted in a few good hard knees to his crotch that he didn't appreciate very much.

Stifling my laughter, I pulled away to instead straddle him.

"Kyunie~" I hummed.

All I got was an answering "hmm" that I wasn't sure he was quite coherent for. I placed chaste kisses along his jaw to his ear.

"Kyunie. Wake up."

I knew we were getting a little bit closer when his hands found their way to my thighs. He gripped them gently, rubbing mindless patterns into the skin. His mouth closed as he sighed, slowly blinking awake as he peeked at me out of one eye. A lazy smirk began to take over his features as he noticed the position we were in.

"Mmm I like waking up like this." He murmured, leaning forward to kiss me.

At the last second, I pulled away to sit up, letting him fall back into the pillows with a confused expression.

"Good you're awake. Let's get up and go."

"Go? Go where?"

"To get ice cream."

He stared at me for a hard minute, looking as if he was trying to decide whether I was serious or not.

"Y/N.....it's two in the morning."

"Right. The sooner we find some, the sooner we get back to bed." I laid a quick kiss on his lips before jumping out of bed. "Let's go handsome!"

After a lot of grumbling from Changkyun, we were finally in the car on our way to a 24-hour convenience store down the road.

"I can not believe you woke me up at two in the morning for ice cream."

"Just think about it as an adventure. I'm keeping you on your toes. Keeping the relationship spicy and unpredictable."

"That's an understatement." He mumbled under his breath. "Have I ever told you how much I appreciate not being woken up in the middle of the night?"

"You didn't seem all that upset when you first woke up."

He looked at me blankly as we sat at a stoplight.

"Because I thought you were waking me up for sex."

"Ice cream is better than sex!"

"In what universe is ice cream better than sex?"

"In Y/N's universe. The light's green let's go."

After buying our ice cream and heading back home, I couldn't have been happier. I sat on the counter munching away as Changkyun stood across from me. His eyes were tired as he watched me eat the creamy cold delicious dessert, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.

"At least give me a bite."

I moved the tub away from him as he reached for it.

"I asked you if you wanted anything while we were there, and you said no." I complained, keeping it out of his reach.

"Well I changed my mind. It's the least you can do for dragging me out of bed for it."

I rolled my eyes, scooping some of it onto the spoon and holding it out to him. He stared at me instead of taking it, making me raise an eyebrow.

"I thought you wanted some? You better eat it before it drips!" The words left my mouth a little too late as a large droplet fell from the spoon and onto my thigh.

I whined at the same time Changkyun decided to take his bite.

"Kyunie! I told you it would drip!"

I moved to wipe it off with my fingers. Changkyun's hand wrapped around mine before I could get to it, pulling my hand away and ducking his head to lick the ice cream running down my leg. The warm and cold contrast had me sucking in a sharp breath. Once he had cleaned up the ice cream, his tongue trailed further up my thigh, closer to the hem of my shorts. He nipped my inner thigh, making me jolt in surprise.

He chuckled, looking up at me through his hair, eyes no longer tired but filled with lust and mischief. Leaving my thighs alone, he leaned further into my body, arms wrapping around my waist as he fit himself between my legs. He lifted his head, coming nose to nose with me, and pulled me closer to him, leaving no room between our bodies.

He closed the distance, connecting his mouth with mine hungrily. Our lips moved in tandem, the motions familiar and welcome. It was funny how you could tell what a person wanted just in their actions, and they way interacted with you. Spending a lot of time with someone let's you start to pick up on little habits like that. Changkyun and I were no different.

With the way he was kissing me, I knew what he wanted and where this was going. Ice cream forgotten, I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my fingers into his long dark hair and letting them tangle in the messy strands. A low groan escaped his throat, making my own excitement spike. I loved hearing him. I guess it could be called a kink, but I got off on it, and luckily for me, Changkyun was a very vocal lover.

"The ice cream is yummy babe, but I'll bet you taste even better." He whispered against my lips.

His hands slid under my ass lifting me off the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened my hold around his neck as he walked out of the kitchen. He didn't stop his assault. Instead, he moved down my neck as I leaned my head back giving him as much access as I could.

He sucked on the spot just below my ear, eliciting a deep moan from me. His fingers dug into my cheeks as he stumbled into the bedroom for the second time that night. We both looked down, seeing the blanket from earlier still in the middle of the floor, tripping him once again. I laughed as he kicked it away, grumbling about how he almost broke his neck again.

Loving this man for everything he was, I cupped his face gently and laid a soft kiss against his lips. He was made for me. I could feel it in my soul with the way he looked at me and loved me in return. There wasn't a person on this planet I could have loved more than him in this moment.

He was my soulmate. No matter how annoyed he got with the late night trips to the grocery store, he was stuck with me.

"I love you."

The smile that surfaced was smug, but his next words were genuine.

"I love you too."

The moment was short lived however as he dumped me on the bed and tugged his shirt over his head.

"Now strip babe. You've had your dessert. It's only fair that I get mine now."

The mood was back as he looped his fingers into the waistband of his underwear next slowly pushing them down his legs. Feeling behind, I rushed to tug my own top off and shimmied out of my shorts. I hadn't bothered wearing underwear to bed, and as my bottoms came off, he definitely noticed. A pained moan sounded from him as he looked at me.

"You mean to tell me you let me take you to the store, and you weren't wearing underwear?"

I shrugged, giving him a coy smile. He shook his head as if he didn't know what to do with me before leaning down and pressing another heated kiss to my lips. I met him full force with my own passion, my desire beginning to build within me. He crawled over me on the bed, settling between my thighs again as his hands cupped my breasts gently.

He rolled my nipples between his fingers just the way he knew I liked it, turning me to pliant mush beneath him. I wasn't usually an acquiescent person, but with Changkyun, I couldn't help but feel the push to submit, and boy, was it a good feeling. I maintained so much control in all other aspects of my life that it was nice being able to let him call the shots in moments like these.

Of course, that didn't mean I didn't take the reins on occasion. Both of us were switches, and we both got off on it, but Changkyun enjoyed being the top, and maybe I enjoyed being the bottom more often than not. He moved down my body, licking and kissing, leaving me a panting mess. Once he reached my chest, he covered one breast in soft kisses before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

The sensation arched my back off the bed, my fingers gripping his hair again and tugging hard. He groaned, placing his thigh against my core as my hips moved helplessly against him, begging for more. I cried out in pained pleasure as his thigh gave me a little of the stimulation I wanted. I rubbed against him shamelessly, my wetness coating his thigh thoroughly, although he didn't seem to mind too much.

He pulled back just enough to watch me ride his thigh as his fingers still wreaked havoc on my breasts, breathing heavily and groaning low in his chest.

"Fuck babe just like that. I want to see you cum on my thigh."

He shifted just enough to press his thigh more firmly against my center. The new angle giving me more pleasure than before as I kept grinding against him. My cries getting louder as I neared my peak. Maybe I should have been embarrassed by my actions, but damned if it didn't feel amazing.

He tensed his muscles in his leg. That action as small as it might have been was enough to send me over that precipice. My toes curled, and my body trembled through my orgasm. Changkyun grabbed my hips, forcing me to keep grinding against him through my release, only heightening it further. I fisted the sheets tightly, eyes rolling in the back of my head as wave after wave crashed through me.

Finally, I relaxed, trying to catch my breath as I looked down at Changkyun who licked his lips slowly.

"That was fucking hot."

I wanted to return the favor and also let myself recoup from that intense orgasm. Otherwise, I might end up passing out. I rolled out from under him, pushing his back into the pillows. He laid back, getting comfortable as I ran my hands down his hard chest. His skin was smooth and soft. My fingers dipping between the ridges of muscle, sending shivers through his body.

His eyes closed, basking in the sensation of my touch as his own fingers ran up my hips to my waist and along my sides. Finally reaching my destination, his cock laid against his abdomen already leaking as I took it in hand. His hips jerked and he moaned loudly sending a gush of my own arousal through me to gather between my legs.

He was perfect. I'm not sure anyone in history could describe a man's dick as a beautiful piece of artwork, but Changkyun's was. He put all of my past lovers to shame in both size and in the way he used it. Leaning down, I ran my tongue up the length of it, making sure it was wet enough for me to be able to take it fully.

I watched his reactions as I did, another thing I got off on. I loved seeing how much of an effect I had on him. His eyebrows were pinched together, eyes still closed, hands bunched in the blankets, and bottom lip caught between his teeth. His chest rose and fell in harsh pants. I knew he was barely hanging on by a thread, but it excited me. Seeing him worked up served to work me up too.

Deciding he had had enough, I took him into my mouth. Sliding down his cock as far as I was able to let him before my gag reflex kicked in and I backed off. His breath left him in a stutter as he gripped the back of my head. I bobbed my head down again letting him go as far as I could before moving back and repeating. The hand on my head guided my motions gripping tighter the more I sucked on him letting loud groans fill the room.

His sounds were spiking my arousal ten fold again causing me to moan around his cock. The vibrations caught him off guard as he jolted beneath me, hand fishing in my hair and accidently shoving me further onto his cock. He slipped in too far hitting the back of my throat.

"Fuck!" he yelled.

I pulled back sharply, taking in deep breaths as I calmed my own racing heart. Changkyun leaned forward, kissing me softly and running his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry babe. I didn't mean to. It felt so good, and my body reacted before I could even think."

"Its okay. I got wrapped up in it too." I smiled softly.

He chuckled, landing another kiss on my lips as he rolled the two of us back over so he was on top again.

"It's a good thing you stopped anyway. Another second and I would have cum in your mouth and I wanted to feel you wrapped around me when I do."

I could feel myself getting wet again at his words as we kissed again. His tongue caressed mine softly as he spread my legs wide enough to accommodate him. He pulled back to situate himself grasping the base of his cock to guide himself into my entrance.

We both let out a soft moan as he pushed inside. My walls contracted around him tightly as he thrust in to the hilt. He kept my legs spread open for him as he ran one hand through his now damp hair to push it out of his face. The action was hot as hell and my pussy clenched around him in response.

"God yes. That feels so good." He muttered.

His hands wrapped around the tops of my thighs, gripping them tightly as he started pounding into me. Skin clapping against skin was deafening in the room that was otherwise silent besides the occasional whine or groan that escaped either of us.

My orgasm was creeping up on me again quickly. It wouldn't be too long before I came again. Needing that release, I whimpered softly, tugging on my own breasts in an attempt to build that release just a little bit quicker. Changkyun, sensing my struggle, picked up his pace. His thrusts harder and faster as his grip grew even tighter, no doubt likely to leave bruises tomorrow.

"Louder babe. I want to hear you."

His pace was brutal now. Headboard banging against the wall in tandem with his thrusts. The sounds like a private symphony of sorts as we both desperately worked ourselves towards that high. Maybe I wasn't the only one with a vocalization kink.

I obeyed, letting his name out on my next breath. Loud enough that it could have been heard by the neighbors.

"Changkyun I'm close. Please!"

In the next second, his hand rubbed against that tight bundle of nerves shooting another spine tingling orgasm through me as I locked my legs around him in throes of it. He pumped into me a handful more times before his own body trembled with the force of his release. His warmth filling my insides as we both rode it out to completion.

By the time the last of the euphoria wore off we were both panting, sweaty, and exhausted. He pulled out of me and moved over just enough so he wouldn't crush me, flopping onto the bed. Bathing in post-orgasm high I turned to him moving the soaked strands off his forehead, nuzzling into his side.

One arm under my head and the other moving to wrap around my waist, he laid his forehead against mine, kissing the end of my nose. We both needed a shower, but I was too happy to care at the moment. His chuckle ripped me from my sleepy headspace as I pulled back just enough to look at him.

"What's so funny?"

only light in the room, apart from the dim yellowish tint the lamp beside me gave off. I groaned in exhaustion, thinking about how much more was left. My boss decided to pile on the work after hearing about my request for extended leave at the end of the month. Finally, a vacation was in order after almost an entire year. Not that it was hard to request time off, but between my work schedule and my boyfriend's, time off together wasn't something we got often.

I cast my gaze longingly over to the bedroom door where Kihyun was undoubtedly sleeping. I let out another soft groan and dropped my head on the coffee table. To keep me from going crazy due to lack of sleep and trying to promote my fleeing motivation I thought about the vacation Kihyun and I will be taking before too long. I rubbed my temples envisioning it behind my closed eyelids.

"You're still awake?"

The sudden raspy voice made me jump as I picked up my head to see Kihyun standing in the doorway of the bedroom, hair in disarray. My heart thumped seeing him scratch the back of his head tiredly before padding over to me barefoot and clothed in nothing more than a gray t-shirt and underwear.

"Uh yeah. I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

He shook his head letting out a big yawn as he plopped down on the couch behind me.

"No. I woke up and saw you weren't in bed. I thought you said you'd only be an hour?"

I turned to him, leaning against the couch and propping my head against my hand.

"I am. It hasn't been that long."

Kihyun gave me a deadpan look.

"Y/N, it's three in the morning."

I shook my head ready to dispute him until my eyes landed on the clock on my laptop to see it was indeed three....3:27 to be exact.

"Oh. I must have lost track of time." I murmured.

Kihyun sighed, reaching forward about to close my laptop before I stopped him.

"Wait! I still have too much to do."

"Nope, you're done for the night. I promise it'll still be there tomorrow."

He tried to wriggle his wrist out of my grasp, but I held firm.

"Just ten more minutes. Please? I promise I'll come to bed."

He looked at me skeptically. I could see in his eyes he didn't believe me, but I needed to get as much done as I could. Finally, he retreated leaning back into the couch.

"Ten minutes. Not one minute more." He grumbled heaving himself off the couch to lazily lumber to the kitchen.

I turned back to my laptop, typing and editing as quickly as I could hoping I could get a chunk of it done before my time was up. Kihyun came back with a cup of tea that he sat beside me. I looked at him gratefully as he sat back down with his own mug. I took a sip as he did and placed it back on the table.

"You should go back to sleep. You have an early morning."

He shook his head crossing his legs.

"And let you work on this all night like I know you will if I leave you alone? Not a chance."

I threw him a sheepish smile, turning back to my computer. He knew me well. Too well it seemed sometimes. The screen in front of me grabbed my attention again as I scrolled through numerous pages of paragraphs requiring editing with a fine-tooth comb. I loved my job as a book editor, but sometimes the work dragged on. Times like these where the amount of work was substantial, and it made the nights longer were one of those few times.

I sighed stretching my back as I pulled up another tab to fact check a particular portion of the story. I faintly registered the soft clink of Kihyun's mug tapping the table as he set it down before his hands softly caressed my hair moving it over my shoulder. I turned my head to him slightly, keeping my eyes on the screen as I felt his body move behind me. His fingers began working their way over my shoulders and neck in a gentle massage relieving some the pressure that had accumulated from being in the same position on the living room floor for several hours.

Leaning into his touch I sighed in pleasure. One of the many things I loved about Kihyun was how well he could read me. He seemed to know what I needed before I did sometimes and his ability to convey that comfort and support lifted a lot of stress off me. Sometimes I felt bad because I wasn't sure I could return the favor for everything he does for me. He assures me every time I get in one of those moods though that he's at his happiest when we're able to be together and share our burdens. I took his word for it knowing he wouldn't say anything he didn't mean, and I trusted him. More than anyone on this planet probably.

He continued to rub soothing circles into my muscles as I kept working. After a few more moments, his hands slid down my shoulders, to my arms, and gripped my wrists, effectively halting my movements. His thumbs rubbed over the backs of my hands as he placed a soft kiss against my temple.

"Time's up. Let's go to bed." He murmured, closing my laptop.

I opened my mouth to whine, but he ducked his head quickly to lay a quick kiss against my pouting lips.

"Y/N you promised."

He raised his eyebrows at me, daring me to challenge him. Knowing he was right, I looked away. I felt more than saw the grin on his face before another kiss was placed on my cheek.

"Good girl."

He stood up, holding a hand out for me. I took it, letting him lift me off the floor and lead me to our bedroom. He let me go to the bathroom to change and do my nightly routine while he snuggled back under the covers. After finishing up, I joined him, letting him wrap his arms around me tightly and turning the bedside lamp off. Despite how exhausted I was and the late hour, I was having trouble going to sleep. I laid there looking out of the partially open curtains seeing the glow of the city lights through the narrow gap. I chewed my bottom lip thinking about all the work that was left and the short amount of time I had left to complete it.

It looked like I was going to have to pull a few more all-nighters to get everything done. Just the thought was enough to have me release another sigh of frustration.

"I can hear you thinking from over here." Kihyun's voice broke the silence startling me.

"I thought you were asleep."

I rolled over to look at him as he shifted to prop himself up on his elbow. His head rested on his hand as he looked down at me, the sliver of light slipping through the curtains barely enough to cast light over his handsome features. His free hand brushed stray strands of hair out of my face before leaving soft feathery touches across my cheek.

"You're stressed. I can feel it rolling off you and you expect me to sleep?"

"Sorry. There's just so much I need to do at work before we leave you know? I'm just not sure if I'll be able to finish it all by the time we go."

"You will. I have no doubt you'll get it done. But you won't get far with the way you've been pushing yourself."

I rolled into him more, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head against his shoulder.

"It's just until the vacation. I just need to hold out a little bit longer."

Kihyun sighed but kept running his fingers through my hair.

"Okay, but now you need to sleep."

I hesitated to answer him, hoping that he would let it go. As tired as I was, my mind wouldn't shut down. Refusing to let me forget about the mountain of drafts I still needed to work through sitting in the other room. A low grumble left Kihyun when I didn't respond. The next second, he rolled me underneath him his arms placed on either side of my head, supporting his weight above me.

The new position kicked my heart into overdrive as he stared down at me in agitation.

"Do I need to help you get your mind off work?"

Butterflies erupted in my stomach at his words. I glanced down noticing the way his shirt had ridden up exposing just a hint of his midriff. The temptation was too much as I slipped my fingers beneath his tee. The soft glide of my hands against his abdomen made him shiver as I coasted up his chest dragging the shirt with me. Deciding it was in the way, he leaned back to slip it over his head, tossing it off to the side of the room. His lips found mine in the darkness, kissing me passionately as my legs locked around his waist.

He pulled me off the mattress to sit in his lap, settling me comfortably over his thighs straddling him. One hand slipped under the shirt I was wearing while the other cupped the back of my neck as he released my mouth to trail kisses down my neck. His tongue snaked out to leave wet strokes across my skin eliciting jolts of pleasure down my spine with every lick. Feeling the pleasure build quickly, I was already breathing hard and felt the ache between my thighs that only he seemed to be able to fill.

The ache only intensified as I felt his fingers brush against my panties over my opening. Instinctively, I pressed my hips closer to him hoping the pressure from his fingers would provide some sort of relief. It worked enough to send another burst of pleasure through me, but it quickly faded leaving the ache that seemed to only be getting worse with every kiss, lick, and touch. As if sensing my frustration, Kihyun slid his fingers under the waistband easily seeking out my heat. I should have felt somewhat embarrassed by how easily he had riled me up with the way my heat drenched his fingers, but it was only a fleeting notion when he parted my lips to run his slick fingers over my clit.

The pleasure caused my breath to hitch as he rubbed slowly, humming against my throat.

"Hmmm already so wet. What a good girl." The praise sent another wave of lust through me loving when he called me that.

I could feel his length hardening beneath me. Knowing how turned on he was only served to heighten my desire making me grind against him. He groaned wrapping an arm around my waist to halt my movements as his fingers on my clit moved to sink into my liquid heat. My head fell back on a loud moan as I rode his fingers letting the heel of his hand rub against my aching clit. He leaned forward, taking an erect nipple into his mouth sucking on it through the shirt I was still wearing. The overwhelming sensations made my sanity spiral into the abyss as I was consumed with the need to find my release.

Kihyun pumped his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace while wreaking havoc on my breasts at the same time. My own fingers found their way into his hair as I gripped the strands tightly making him groan. He pulled his hand out of my underwear before grasping my hips tightly in both hands to pull me roughly into his lap. His cock straining against the thin fabric of his underwear collided against my throbbing clit. I whimpered getting closer to my release. My hips were helplessly grinding against him as he guided me, fingers digging into the pliant flesh of my waist.

His own breathing had sped up, head falling back and hair falling into his eyes as those dark orbs were closed in pleasure. Unable to help myself, I leaned forward to kiss those plush lips as we continued to grind against one another. The kiss was feverish and sloppy. Both of us lost to the lust we had for each other. He thrust harder into me, setting off the onslaught of pleasure as I trembled in his arms. Wave after wave crashed over me, forcing me to release moans into his mouth as I came. He didn't stop but slowed our grind as he let me ride out my pleasure over his lap.

The last wave left my body almost boneless as I tried to catch my breath. Kihyun had other plans, though, as he lifted my shirt over my head and laid me back down before removing my soaked underwear. He kissed me, letting his tongue slip in to find mine as he removed his own underwear. His fingers rolled my nipples between them, igniting the heat in my lower belly again within seconds. He nipped my bottom lip before pulling away to grin down at me. The lights outside illuminated his handsome features as I roamed my hungry gaze over him. His abdomen flexed as he dragged my body closer to his with his hands clutching tight onto my thighs.

His cock was hard and swollen. Standing at attention between my legs as he moved into position. I bit my lip at the sight of it. No matter how often I see him I couldn't get over his beauty and seeing how much he wanted me boosted my confidence too. As if sensing my attention was elsewhere, he softly pinched my butt making me jump. He chuckled earning him a glare from me as he leaned down to make a lazy pass across my nipple with his tongue. The sensation was enough to make my breath speed up as he repeated the action across my other nipple.

"I want at least one more from you. Preferably while you're around my cock." He grinned lifting one of my legs to hook around his hip.

He slid his cock against my opening, coating himself with my desire. We both groaned, him at the feeling of my soaking pussy dripping down his length and me with every stroke that made the head of his cock bump my clit that began aching again. He cursed under his breath before spreading my legs wider to accommodate him better. He positioned himself at my entrance and slowly sank in reveling in the way my walls clenched around him pulling him in further.

"Kihyun." I released on a whimper gripping the sheets tightly as he filled me.

He only groaned in response making small thrusts to ease his entrance as he buried himself inside me. I was so full, but at the same time it wasn't enough as he slowly sank into me. Needing more, I played with my nipples and slipped my other hand down further to tease my overstimulated clit. Kihyun watched me, eyes darkening even more as he took in the sight of me pleasuring myself.

"Fuck Y/N. Keep going. Show me how you like it."

His words made me bolder as I pinched my nipple sending a shock down my spine and resulting in a tightening of my walls that didn't go unnoticed by Kihyun. His answering grunt was enough to let me know he liked it as he began thrusting. He pulled out of my heat only to push back in seconds later. He tried to keep it slow to prolong the pleasure for both of us, but it was obvious it wasn't lasting after a few more thrusts. He got rougher, thrusting more forcefully as his hands found my hips again to drag my hips forward to meet his every time he would sink back into me.

His pace was making it hard for my own meeting thrusts to keep up, so I let him take control as sweat began to bead over both of our bodies from the strenuous activity. Pants escaped my lips with every hard thrust matching his own harsh breathing as he drilled into me. The headboard began hitting the wall matching his thrusts as we both just tried to reach that precipice. I wrapped my hands around his shoulder, pulling him down for another kiss as his pace slowed just enough to engage in the heated exchange. He pulled back again, grabbing my wrist to place it between us against my mound.

"Cum for me Y/N. I won't last much longer." He whispered before resuming his brutal pace.

I rubbed my fingers over my aching bundle and moved my other hand between us as well to spread my fingers over his cock as he continued to thrust into me. The length of my fingers provided extra pressure around his cock as I squeezed them around him lightly. He let out a string of curses and pressed down on my clit with his own fingers as I felt him swell inside me. His fingers worked magic over me as I spiraled into my own orgasm, the tight clench of my walls around him seeming to be the final straw for him as his hips stuttered and I felt the hot release of his cum coat my insides and his cock twitch in me as he released.

His release only prolonged my own as another wave of pleasure shot down to my toes making them curl as I latched onto him tightly. He laid his head against my sternum just as exhausted as I was while we tried to gather our bearings. He slowly lifted his head to look at me, tossing me lazy smile. I returned it, feeling my heart swell at the sight and basking in the afterglow of sex. He pulled out of me to make his way to the bathroom before coming back and helping me clean up. Afterwards, we both snuggled back into the bed together, content in each other's arms. He laid a soft kiss against my forehead as I felt my eyes become heavy.

"I love you Y/N. Good night." He whispered as I felt myself drift into the waiting darkness.

"I love you too." I managed to whisper before slipping under the veil of sleep, utterly exhausted.