#n fluff

“Wh-What? Lieutenant–”, he faltered, letting his hands fall beside his body.

“Just a feeling. An instinct–”, you mutter vaguely, offering him a shrug.

Jinyoung breathes out tiredly.

“Lieutenant…”, he starts, “I used to think only I hated when you said things like this, but I’ve noticed it’s a unanimous feeling. People hate when you say something about this instinct of yours, it’s scary!”

“Me included”, you reply vaguely, adding a strangled sigh as you try to put the pieces together, making sure you’re not missing anything, “What do we have so far?”

Jinyoung dutifully walks you through the information gathered, the doctor adds more facts.. It feels like a promising day, alright.

⁎ ⁎ ⁎

You look up when someone knocks on your table.

“We’re going out for lunch”, your Captain announces, walking around your table to take a better look at the files you have scattered before you, “Obsessive as always”

Although his words are a reprimand you can hear the compliment undertone he applies to them. He shifted his weight on his feet, taking a closer look at the files you have on your table.

“What are those?”

You slide one of the file to him and leans back on your seat, massaging your closed eyelids.

“Someone I know owned me a favor”, you confess while opening your eyes.

You see him flipping the file to look at the department’s name, not minding his troubled and rather upset expression, you show him the photos and your Captain snaps his eyes to look at you, inspecualting.

“This case belongs to narcotics, what are you up to?”

“Daeun’s case.” You starts, “Something seems off.”

“Y/n, you can’t compare the daughter of CEO Kim Shin Il with those druggies!”

“Captain–”, you insist, pulling the files for comparison, “Most injuries match and the disposal location as well and the prostitutes aren’t the only ones–”, he interrupts you in a hurry

“Forget this”, he snaps and starts closing the files, putting them in a pile, “I’m retiring, and you will be promoted soon, we don’t need to stir shit up, Y/n”, he leaves only the CEO’s daughter file open on top of the others and taps the photo of the girl’s ID attached to he files, “After lunch we’ll have the warrant for her boyfriend’s house. It’ll be over before you know it”

“But, Captain! Something is definitely wrong here”, you try dissuading him and pulls out Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend mugshot, “I doesn’t make sense!” You hand him the paper, tapping it energetically as you speak on, “How can a narcissistic girl like Da Eun date a penniless man who walks around like a homeless–”, he interrupts you

“How would I know? It could be another trend, who knows?”

“Captain, do you really believe that?” You defy him, staring into his eyes with your hands on your waist and the two of you simply stare at each other for a moment, “Captain–”, you try again once both of you calm down, “I know something’s off about this.”

“Y/n-ah~”, he calls your attention in a rather affectionate way that comes out as bothersome, “I told you before. You can’t solve every case trusting your guts”, he insists, “Sometimes it doesn’t work and when that happens–”, he sighs

He steps closer, placing his hands on your shoulders, shaking you a little, but still looking in your eyes.

“Y/n! Don’t do this”, he warns you, “Think about Minjoo~, huh?” He tries in a dissuading tone and pats your shoulders before letting go of you, “Let’s go eat something, it’s my treat”

It’s not that you don’t understand his mindset. You want this to be that simple, you want it to be just a simple case of an abusive boyfriend jealousy as much as your Captain. This way the case you would be off your hands and you could move on to the next one on the pile resting on the other side of your table.

There isn’t much time left for your Captain’s retirement and your promotion to take his place and both of you are excited for this for different reasons. He has his business planned to stay alongside his family and enjoy his supposed old age papering his grandkids. As a side effect of being taken under your captain’s wings is knowing his family very closely as if you’re part of it, Seungho is his eldest grandkid, only a year older than Minjoo and they go to the same daycare, you’re friends with his mother, your captain’s oldest daughter.

So, yeah, you know everything you need to about him wanting to settle down and he knows all your reasons too. Keeping a low profile is a must in such a crucial moment in this career, but you just can’t look away from what’s in front of you, not when you have such a golden chance in your hands to make this work not just for the CEO’s daughter, but for the others too.

*** 

Your phone buzzes on your desk and the screen displays Hakyeon’s ID along with his picture, one that has him holding Minjoo during her last birthday party, and although the sound is subdued in the noisy room you’re not completely alienated to it, however you decide to ignore it, focusing on the files you have in hand, instead. Trying to connect the dots, because you know something off about this case, you know there must be a connection somewhere and if there is, you better find it fast before it’s too late to do anything about it.

“Lieutenant?” You look up to see Wonshik waiting for you expectantly by your desk, “They got Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend. They’re taking him to the interrogation room right now”, he pants

You jump on your feet and make sure to lock the files you’ve been reading in the lowest drawer on your desk before scooping your phone from your desk and walking hurried steps with Wonshik by your side.

“Who’s with him?”

“Detective Park”, he speaks respectfully

“Jinyoung?”

“Yes”, he nods

“Good”, you mutter more to yourself, then to him, “Did he say anything?”

“Aside from pleading innocence? No, sir.”

“Of course.”

He follows you into the room next to the interrogation room where some of the other detectives are gathered along with the Captain.

“How is it going?” You ask, moving to stand right in front of the two way mirror

“They gave us an alibi”, you Captain speaks, “We’re checking on it”, he adds with eyes glued on the scene unfolding behind the two-way mirror

“Brand named clothes and shoes. Limited edition, artesanal wrist watch…”, Jinyoung clicks his tongue, “You certainly is a high maintenance man”

“Why? Jealous?”, Jongup provokes, “I heard a cop’s pay off is real shit”, he adds, squinting his nose in disgust

“Still better than being a prostitute”

“Wow-wow-wow! Where did that came from?”

“Well, let me see–”, Jinyoung starts sarcastically, leaning back on his chair with arms crossed over his chest, “You’re unemployed and a complete nobody that ran errands for a low-life thug a few weeks ago, then out of nowhere you meet Kim Da Eun. Rich girl with a powerful father. Then, suddenly, you move to a better apartment and starts dressing like a well-bred bastard, except–”, this time Jinyoung’s the one who squints in disgust, “You have a horrible taste”

“I’m not a prostitute! What the fuck?”, Jongup replies outraged, “I’m a personal assistant, ‘lright?”

Jinyoung scoffs much like you on the other side of that mirror, most of the other detectives shake their heads in incredulity.

“Yeah, sure”, you hear someone say, somewhere behind you

“A personal assistant? You?”, Jongup nods insistently

Jinyoung keeps his eyes on Jongup as he opens the file on the table and only looks down to read.

“Moon Jong Up. 23 years old. Barely concluded middle school in a countryside town, the middle of nowhere–”, Jinyoung nudges the file away and looks up again, “How are you a personal assistant for people like Kim Da Eun and her friends?”

“I’m very good at what I do”, Jongup smirks with a careless shrug

“Two people testified that you were Kim Da Eun’s boyfriend, Jongup. Now–”, Jinyoung leans forward again, with his elbows on the table, “You can’t blame me for assuming you’re a prostitute. It’s the best case scenario for you to date a girl like her, even though we both know she could do much better. We understand her friends didn’t want to taint her memory by saying that, but still–”

“Alright, man. Just– stop right there”, Jongup asks in annoyed, raising both hands before dropping them loudly on his lap, “I wasn’t dating her or anything. She was a spoiled, manipulative, annoying bitch. Not exactly my type of fuck, no”

“Then why were you have pointing fingers saying that you were her boyfriend”

Jongup sighs in exasperation, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“The fuck should I know? All I do is fixing parties for these crazy rich kids, man”

“Then, how come Kim Da Eun spent three days in your apartment?”, Jinyoung doesn’t lose a beat and Jongup takes a deep breathe, tonguing the teeth at the back of his mouth and rolling his head with eyes closed.

There’s a silent in the room and Jinyoung nudges his chair closer to the table in between them and smacks his hand very loudly on top of the files, regaining Jongup’s attention in a instant.

“Hey!”, Jinyoung speaks on the top of his lungs and Jongup stares at him, but it’s obvious he wants to look away, “You’re about to be charged with murder.”, Jongup looks away, “Look at me!”

“He definitely knows something”, your captain speaks up

“C’mon.”, you mutter more to yourself than to anyone else in the room, “C’mon, speak up.”

There’s a silence in the room for a moment. Jinyoung watches the Jongup very closely, while Jongup looks everywhere but Jinyoung.

“Jongup”, Jinyoung calls, “Why did you murdered Kim Da Eun?”

“What the–”, Jongup protests comes out as a groan, “I didn’t murder anyone!”

Jinyoung starts talking again, but your attention is robbed by Wonshik, who walks in and hands you a file. You scan the file, reading the report as fast as you can before handing over to you Captain. Dong Il reads and curses under his breath.

“His alibi checks out”, you say in deception before speaking into the microphone, to Jinyoung, “Come over”

Jinyoung leaves Jongup alone in the room with a threatening remark and meets you with the rest of the team inside the two-way mirror room.

“What is it?” He asks as soon as he steps in.

“His alibi checks out”, you repeat and your captain pushes the file on Jinyoung’s chest while you lean on the table behind you with your arms crossed over your chest in annoyance.

“We confirmed he was arrested two days ago for fighting a VVIP member of the Lotus nightclub.”

“How did he got in a place like that?” Jinyoung asks in annoyance

“Even if he worked for Golden Tiger himself he’d need a high status in the syndicate to get in that club”, you comment

“He was a guest for a private party”, the detective makes a pause, “For Kim Da Eun”

“Apparently Jongup and the other guy was hurt pretty bad. They all went to the hospital, Kim Da Eun too. Kim Da Eun and her friend pressed charges against Jongup”, Wonshik explains, “They left and not too long after he was taken into custody by the Department of Organized Crimes, he stayed with them for two days”

“So, we’re back to square one?” Jinyoung asks

“This Kim Da Eun’s friend is the son of one of Kim Shin Il’s associates. I’ll call the judge, he won’t show up unless we summon him”, you add, “Go back there and try to find something about this other guy and that fight. If he didn’t mention anything about it, then he’s definitely hiding something”

Jinyoung motions his head before leaving the room and you watch him start the interrogation again before leaving the room with your phone in hand. You don’t notice your Captain following you.

“I’m relieved”, he speaks up with a smile and you raise your eyebrows in confusion, “The next Captain is competent”

He doesn’t wait for you to say anything, just walks away. Whistling his favorite tune with his hands in his pockets and it’s only when he’s quite far that you let it sink in and smiles to yourself at the thought before going back to what you were doing.

It takes some talk and some convincing, but once you get the okay from the judge, you go back to the room, to watch the interrogation.

“We confirmed it was your blood on Kim Da Eun’s hands… literally. So, I’m pretty sure we can hold you here”, Jinyoung states

“Are you fucking kidding me?”, Jongup protests, “I already told you!”, he speaks loud in frustration looking at Jinyoung, before looking at you, “There was a fight at the club, I got hurt and she got… dirty. That crazy bitch”

He whispers the last part to himself and abruptly stands up to lift his shirt up his torso to show the cut, the blood on the wound soaking the bandages.

“Sit down!” Jinyoung commands, stepping further into the room and slamming the file on the table, but he stays standing up

“You see this?” Jongup points at the wound, “It was two days ago and it’s bleeding again because you people keep assaulting me”

“You’re the one getting worked up”, Jinyoung clarifies  in a low, threatening tone, “Now, sit. Down.”

If it was either Jinyoung’s piercing glare or the way he spoke in a yet darker tone, hissing the words with jaw tightened that made Jongup swallow hard and obey, you don’t know. But it works quite a lot.

“I was in jail! I was in a cell for almost two days”, he starts again, more quiet this time

“We already know that part. Tell why you fought with that other guy”, Jinyoung presses and Jongup goes silent again, “Are you scared of losing your sponsor or something?”

“Look. You don’t mess with people like him, okay?”

“Why? Why is so scary about him? Huh?”, Jinyoung smiles, leaning further on the table and closer Jongup, “I’ll make this clear. We won’t have nothing to hold against you if you just say what you know about this guy”

Jinyoung slides a printed screencap from a CCTV from the file, towards Jongup. Keeping his eyes locked with the other’s.

“Just tell me what you know about the guy and we can let you go”

Jongup hesitates before looking at the photo other table, his eyes shift between the photo and Jinyoung. He presses his lips and looks away, lost in thoughts for a moment.

“I’m–”, Jongup hesitates, “I’m not saying he killed her, ‘lright?”, the fear and hesitation is more than clear as he speaks, stealing glances at Jinyoung

“Why? Do you think he could murder Kim Da Eun?”

“I don’t know, man…”

“Hey, Moon Jongup!” Jinyoung calls, loud and clear, “Look at me. Speak clearly.”, he commands

Jongup does as he’s told. When he starts speaking again he’s still hesitating and biting down on his lips, but at least he’s looking back at Jinyoung.

“All I know is that he’s a twisted bastard”, Jongup speaks up, “Mr. Kim wanted his daughter to date this dude, but Da Eun came to me–”

“To you?” Jinyoung asked skeptically

“All I know is that she wanted someone to protect her from this crazy-ass dude. She was scared of him”

“Did she tell you why?” Jongup hesitates to answer, “Jongup!”

“I told you, he’s crazy”, Jongup halts

“How?”

“He’s a controlling freak. A total psycho, I’m telling you”

Sometimes comes to your mind and you reach for the microphone again.

“Jinyoung, ask if Kim Da Eun was being abused by her boyfriend”, there a pause while you stand back and Jinyoung asks

“You bet. Just ask anyone, if you make sure he won’t do anything to them, they might speak up too. Or just check on his ex-girlfriend.”

“So why did Kim Da Eun choose you?”

“Because she knows I’m good at what I do”

“You were a low-life thug.”

“Exactly–”, Jongup motions his head with a shrug, “I’m good at what I do”, he repeats himself

“Then, what happened?” Jinyoung presses in urgency

“The guy is like a vicious dog”, Jongup stresses clearly, tapping his index finger on the table to make the gravity of his words worth, “He came to the club and tried to take her away, calling her all kinds of stuff, trying to drag her away–  He was high on something. I tried protecting her–my job, remember? But the crazy son of a bitch cut me open with a fucking broken bottle”

“You said he was high–”, Jinyoung insists, “Is he addicted to any illicit drug?”

Jongup scoffs. “Why? Do I get extra points if I answer that one?”

“It doesn’t matter. We have what we need to get the playboy over”, you say out loud to the others, “Wonshik, go check on the summon the judge is supposed to send. I’ll be on my desk.”

This is heading down the same path, only now the person to have fingers pointed at is different. You know quite well, how this might end, but you can’t take those files locked in a drawer out of your head. You know there’s something about it that connects everything.

You didn't want to admit to yourself that you had developed a crush on your astoundingly young and attractive, surprisingly single boss...but you did. Cha Hakyeon was basically every girl your age's dream, and you'd beat out all your fellow secretary coworkers when Mr. Cha had personally asked for you after knowing that you had been the last CEO's secretary as well. As much as you loved the cute, little old man that was your last boss, your body told you that Mr. Cha would be much, much better. You slumped back into your desk chair, unbuttoning your blouse just a little as your cheeks flushed from just the thought of your boss. You fanned yourself with a small stack of papers, glancing out the window to see the sun glaring down on the other shiny skyscrapers that were probably filled with other businessmen and women who were sweltering as well. You stood up and walked over to the big window, glancing down to at the busy city street to see all the ant-like people struggling to escape the massive heat wave that hit the city. You were startled out of your thoughts as the phone rang suddenly, filling your quiet receptionist area with a cacophony that made you wince. You scrambled to pick up the phone, clearing your throat as you addressed the caller cheerfully, "Cha Hakyeon's office, how may I be of service today?" You felt your breath catch as you recognized the voice on the other line, smooth as silk, "________, it's me. Could you go and get me another cup of coffee, please?" You were nearly entranced by just the sound of his lovely tenor, stuttering as you stood up again, "O-of course, sir! I'll be right there." You slammed the phone back onto the receiver, eyes widening as you panicked and realized that you had just hung up on your boss without his confirmation. You bit your lip and dusted of your short pencil skirt, tugging it down slightly as you walked out from behind your desk toward the entrance of your office. Your heels clicked solidly against the chic wooden floor as you hurried off to the employee break room, catching the smirks of coworkers out of the corner of your eyes. You blushed at their stares, knowing fully well that they were staring at the curve of your ass and black pantie hose covered legs that seemed to go for miles. You swallowed any insults that rose in your throat, adjusting your skirt again as you finally reached the break room, closing the door securely and finding yourself blissfully alone. You sighed, mumbling to yourself as you grabbed a clean mug and poured a fresh cup of coffee, "If those jerks are so keen on staring and giggling like school girls to each other, why won't one of them just get the balls to say it to my face? Jeez." You tsked, stirring in some sugar and creamer, just the way Mr. Cha liked it, finding yourself smiling at the thought of getting to do this for him. You heard the door click open, another person walking up beside you as you sniffed disdainfully, knowing it was probably one of the snickering idiots out there as you forced yourself not to peek. "________, how's it going today?" You recognized the familiar deep timbre of Hongbin's voice, one of your many male coworkers who enjoyed tormenting you. You turned and smiled up at him, trying your best to look cheerful as you replied, a wryness in your words. "It's been okay, most exciting thing that's happened today is making this coffee for Cha." You heard him chuckle, furrowing your brow as you watched him pour himself coffee as well, his dimples showing suggestively, "I'm sure it's not the only exciting thing that's going to happen today." "What're you saying, Hongbin?," you exasperated, placing a hand on your hip as you added just a drop more of creamer before beginning to stir the coffee. "Are you and those other morons I call coworkers scheming something again?" This wouldn't be the first time the tall man and his cohorts had plotted some type of prank to tease you, you were their favorite secretary to pick on. Hongbin cocked his head to the side with a smirk, turning toward you briefly as his eyes trailed up and down your body, making you blush at his brashness. You could have slapped the dimples right off his face in that moment if he hadn't been for what he said next, heating your body up a whole ten degrees with just that simple query. "Do you dress that way for Cha?" He nodded down at your tiny skirt, smiling to himself as he glanced back up at you through his lashes. "Well?" "W-what...?," you stuttered in disbelief, picking up the simple white mug and avoiding Hongbin's gaze as you shook your head. "Hongbin, what the hell-" "Or maybe," he interrupted, a devilish smirk gracing his lips as he took another step back to admire your figure. "Hakyeon makes you dress that way...?" "Stop it," you commanded firmly, gripping the ceramic mug so tight that your knuckles turned white. You wanted nothing more than to splash your boss' piping hot cup of coffee  in Hongbin's disgustingly handsome face, you couldn't understand why he picked on you like this.

The taller man glanced down and saw your struggling grip, giving a full body shrug with a cordial smile, "I'm only teasing, _______." He picked up his own mug of coffee, meandering toward the door of the break room with a look of pure innocence, "Don't take everything so seriously." He popped open the door with his foot, lifting his mug with another angelic smile, "I'll see you later, tell Mr. Cha I said hi." As soon as the door clicked shut, you stomped your foot childishly, fanning yourself as you attempted to bat away the sudden barrage of images of yourself straddling Hakyeon's lap in his office with increasingly less and less clothing. "Stop it, stop it, stop it _______," you muttered to yourself, pacing over to the door, gasping as you realized you've probably spent far too long getting his coffee. You walked as fast as your heels and skirt would allow back to your office, passing by your secretary desk and stopping before the big double doors of your boss' office with a hand raised to knock. You took a deep breath, straightening your appearance before you cleanly rapped on his door three times. You were met with a muffled, "Come in." You walked in with your wide eyes respectfully cast down, trying your best to make your sneaking glances less noticeable as you approached Mr. Cha's desk. Natural light flooded in through the back from the floor to ceiling windows, illuminating him from behind as he glanced up at you expectantly. You felt your heart lurch in your chest as you looked up and met his eyes by accident, a blush spreading over your cheeks as you noticed once again how hot it was in here. He took your breath away just sitting there, his suit jacket having been discarded and thrown across the back of his chair, leaving him in nothing but his white button down shirt. His muscular, tan forearms were exposed below his rolled up sleeves, his hand setting his pen down as he quirked an eyebrow, voice polite, "Is there something wrong?" You realized a second too late that you had been staring, hand shaking as placed down his coffee and rushed an apology, "N-no, sir! My apologies, here is your coffee!" The dark liquid sloshed up the side of the mug dangerously as you pushed the cup toward him hastily, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Thank you, ________," he said, lifting the mug and taking a generous drought from it, your eyes trained on the way his long and elegant neck flexed as he swallowed. You felt your thighs press together on their own accord, your hands clenched neatly together in front of you as you felt yourself gulp at the sight as well. Hakyeon set down the cup with a content sigh, his legs spreading slightly wider as he leaned back into his chair. He considered his paperwork in front of him for a moment before he let his gaze wander over to your figure. You automatically stiffened at his attention, hands clammy even in the stifling heat of the office as his dark brown, nearly black eyes roved over your body. Your own eyes were still cast politely to the side, awaiting more instruction from him as you basically allowed your boss to check you out, not that you minded. You were snatched out of your reverie as he suddenly chuckled, "Why do you look like I'm about to bite you? Am I that scary to you?" "O-oh, no sir," You quavered quickly, wringing your hands nervously as you glanced up to see him still admiring you. You shifted in your black high heels, your hips attracting his attention as he watched you writhe under his gaze. "You look very nice today, ________," he observed lightly, turning back to his work and picking his pen back up as he shuffled through his papers. He was so casual about it, but you felt your heart race faster than a professional runner as you glanced up at him in surprise. "T-thank you, sir," you murmured, eyelashes fluttering from his simple compliment as you squirmed slightly on the spot. You pressed your thighs even harder together, not understanding why this time, out of all times, you had to be getting aroused in front of your boss. "Oh," he said, looking back up at you, eyes roaming over you once more before looking down. You almost didn't catch the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip, but you did, and your eyes grew two sizes bigger at the site. What was he doing to you?

"I know it's hot, ________, and I really appreciate the view," he nodded with a small smirk toward your slightly exposed cleavage, your button still undone from earlier. "But you should still remain professional, okay?" You flushed, hands racing to cover yourself up and grab the rogue button, but was quickly stopped by his low voice, "Don't." He smirked again, something deep and dark in his brown eyes as he met yours slowly, "...Leave it." Your fingers fell away from your blouse in shock, mouth agape at your boss as he turned in his chair toward you, crossing his legs gracefully as he smiled, "That'll be all, _________. I'll call if I need you again." "Y-yes, sir," you mumbled with a nod, feeling a drop of sweat run down from your jaw toward the valley of your breasts, sliding down the healthy curve of your chest. You didn't fail to notice the way your boss' eyes followed that single drop, looking positively starved as he bristled in his chair. You thought now would be the best time to leave, turning away swiftly and walking with a purpose toward his office door, but still feeling his stare on the curve of your ass. You nearly slammed the doors to his office close, slumping against the door frame as you finally let out a gasp. You hadn't realized you'd nearly been holding your breath the whole time you were there as your chest heaved for more oxygen. You bit your lip as you felt a surge of heat from between your legs, a slightly uncomfortable and very noticeable wetness seeping through your black pantie hose. He really did all of this to you, left you in complete shambles with nothing but his words and stares. You couldn't help but think of what Hakyeon had said to you about your blouse, recalling your and Hongbin's earlier conversation in the break room. You straightened back up, hurry back to your desk with a tired sigh as you collapsed into your chair. Cha Hakyeon was a dangerous man.

An hour or two had passed before you got another call, bored half to death as you lazily took the phone off the receiver. You cleared your throat and greeted the caller brightly, "Cha Hakyeon's office, how may I be of service today?"

“These are not for you,” you gestured towards the cupcakes as you narrowed your eyes at him in annoyance, a smirk playing at your lips. “Those are for my parents who, in case you didn’t know, will be here in just over 3 hours. So it’d be much appreciated if you helped me to tidy up and make yourself look presentable.” You gestured towards his grey sweatpants and plain black t-shirt.

He retaliated by pulling a face at you for lecturing him and you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully before strutting away to tidy something else up before your parents arrived.

Hakyeon, being the persistent little devil he is, followed you out of the room and through the hallway to your bedroom. He stood at the door frame as he watched you hustle around your room, making the bed and fluffing up the pillows.

“Will your parents really be inspecting the bedroom too?” Hakyeon raised an eyebrow at you in question as you looked at him. You sighed seeing he was still holding that god damn cupcake and shook your head to yourself at his actions, going back to straightening the sheets. Despite your annoyance, you still smiled at the fact that a grown man was willing to go so far for a cupcake, however you didn’t want Hakyeon to see the amusement on your face so you tried not to face him for too long.

After you ignored his question Hakyeon spoke up again, “Can’t I just have this one cupcake?” he asked in a whiny tone.

“No, as I said those are for my parents.” You answered sharply without looking at him.

“Pleaseeeeee.”

It seemed as if his whinging was never ending. You huffed in annoyance and threw the sheets back down. “Hakyeon, no means no. So if you don’t mind going to put that damn cake back and then helping me tidy the house that’d be great.”

Hakyeon gave you a challenging gaze as you finally made eye contact with him, your hands on your hips. He took several more steps into the room before he was by the foot of the bed and held the cupcake up. He raised his eyebrow again, provoking you. You knew he wasn’t going to, but your confidence wavered as he held the cupcake just centimetres away from his mouth as he kept eye contact with you, inching it closer and closer to his mouth.

You stormed over to him and snatched the cupcake out of his hand and he gave you a disapproving look as he took it from you with his own, sticking his tongue out at you. As you and Hakyeon continued to childishly fight over who had the cupcake, you stupidly didn’t assess what was bound to happen. Moments later after your harsh pulling, your hand slipped resulting in Hakyeon tugging it sharply, using too much strength and hitting himself in the face with it.

You both gasped audibly at the mess it had made, frosting covering Hakyeon’s lips and the tip of his nose. The look on his face was priceless, eyes accusing that you obviously did that on purpose. After a few seconds you burst out laughing at how ridiculous he looked, pink frosting giving him the facial hair he wished he had. Offended by you mocking him, he made his ‘stank’ face at you, but broke into a smile at your hysterics. You were both breathlessly laughing at the situation for a while before the moment passed and your quiet giggles eventually came to a stop.

The atmosphere changed and when you looked into Hakyeon’s eyes they shifted to another emotion besides humour. Realising where this was going you felt heat pool in your stomach at his smouldering gaze and took a step closer to him. You swiped your thumb over Hakyeon’s bottom lip collecting the frosting. Hakyeon’s eyes grew dark as he watched you slowly bring your thumb up to your mouth and your tongue poked out, pink and pointed. Hakyeon watched the slow movement of your tongue as it licked all of the frosting from your thumb. You giggled at his reaction and reached for his lips again, collecting a respectable amount of frosting. This time however, you slid your thumb into your mouth and begin to suck, getting all the frosting off from inside your mouth. Making sure to loudly slurp and suck so Hakyeon could hear, you took a step closer to him and widened your eyes, feigning innocence. You saw his body visibly shudder at your ministrations and you smirked to yourself in victory, determined to continue this until Hakyeon admitted surrender.

You don’t know how you ended up like this but It wasn’t long before the two of you were laid back on the bed with Hakyeon’s hips resting in between your legs. Your fingers raked through his hair as he marked your neck with his tender kisses and his fingers ran up your sides. You giggled at the feeling and felt him smile against your skin, giving little nips as he realised that his actions were tickling you. He placed several more chaste kisses up the side of your neck and jaw, your giggles continuing at the sensation. Moments later you felt Hakyeon’s hands slid up the bottom of your jumper, his cold touch causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

“Up,” Hakyeon commanded softly and you followed his orders, raising your arms so he could pull your jumper off before attaching your lips together again. Your hands roamed down to the band of his sweatpants. He gasped as you pulled the elastic and then let go, snapping them back onto his skin and you hid a grin at his shocked expression. He nuzzles his face into your neck and growls playfully as you continue to laugh, his fingers tickling your sides.

After a few seconds you huffed out:“Yeonnie, my parents will be here soon, we have to make this quick!” You pretended to scold him, but you still sported a wide smile on your face. You didn’t want to rush this moment, however you did want him to cease the tickling on your sensitive skin. So your hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a deep kiss. He mirrored your grin into the act of passion and pulled back after several moments, sitting up and removing his shirt as he complied to your wishes.

You gave yourself a moment to admire his lean physic, fingers running down his flat tummy before resting on his sweatpants. Hakyeon moved himself around so you could easily pull off his offending clothing and you admired his naked body on full display to you. Seeing his rigid length made you eagerly tug your jeans down and Hakyeon discarded the garment onto the floor, caressing your body from your collarbone to your thigh.

Pushing your underwear aside, Hakyeon ran his fingers between your folds, accumulating the wetness that had formed.

“There’s no time for foreplay,” you panted staring into his eyes. He nodded breathlessly as he hurriedly pulled your undies off, trying to hastily remove your bra at the same time. Unfortunately for Hakyeon, he wasn’t very coordinated today and this took longer than necessary. You laughed at him and he made a face back at you in response. Eventually Hakyeon successfully completing his task and grinned smugly before adjusting his position above you.

You moaned as you felt Hakyeon push in and he captured your lips into a kiss as he continued to slide the rest of his length inside of you. Your hips arched upwards to try and get closer to Hakyeon, fingers finding their perch just below his shoulder blades as they lightly dug into his skin. He paused several moments, allowing your body to adjust to the stretch as he looked into your eyes. It would’ve been the perfect mix of passion and love if you didn’t reach out to swipe icing from the tip of his nose. Offering Hakyeon your finger, he opened his mouth ready for the taste of strawberry to envelope his mouth. However he was left with nothing and watched as your finger took a diversion to your mouth, slurping up the icing. You giggled at his faux appalled expression and his eyes crinkled up happily in response to your contagious laughter. He locked lips with you again and his tongue explored your mouth, the faint taste of frosting still lingering.

Your tongues were still tangled as Hakyeon began to move his hips, pulling a silent cry from your lips which was captured by his mouth. The canting of his hips continued to increase in intensity and speed until it reached a moderate level, him slowing down a little so he could admire you. Sweat was beginning to form on your forehead and your eyes were lidded as you struggled to keep them open from the pleasure that you were feeling. Your heart pounded at the clear love that clouded his eyes every time he looked at you and you hoped you could convey some of how you felt back to him as you clenched your insides around him, wanting to make him feel good. He groaned out, but still fought to keep eye contact as he never wanted to take his eyes off you.

Hakyeon’s head fell from it’s position onto your shoulder, suckling on your neck as his hands picked up your legs from his sides and wrapped them around his waist, wanting to feel you more. You both moaned at the change in position and the feeling of him being that much deeper inside of you

Soon it became too much with Hakyeon’s heaving breathing against your neck and his quick but precise thrusts which got you close to your orgasm. Your end obvious from the amount of moans that involuntarily fell from your lips every time your mouth opened. Hakyeon also felt himself near his end and crashed his mouth against yours to prolong his high.

You came with your lips attached, sharing the passion that was flowing through both of your bodies. Hakyeon continued thrusting inside of you, trying to increase your pleasure as he toyed with one of your nipples, giving it a lazy kiss before exhaustion took over.

After you’d collapsed next to each other and a comfortable silence fell over the bedroom when Hakyeon pulled a blanket over the both of you, he directed your head to rest comfortably onto his chest as his fingers absent mindedly combed through your hair as you came down from your highs and basked in the glow. The sharp inhales you both took synced and eventually slowed down as you caught your breath again. Your legs were intertwined and you kept the comfortable silence between you, content with just hearing the other person breathe. A few minutes later, when you were tracing different shapes onto Hakyeon’s chest, your boyfriend decided to speak up.

“Y/n?”

You hummed in response, resting your chin on one of your hands as you tilted your head to face Hakyeon. His skin was glorious, shining with the thin layer of sweat that had formed from the strenuous activity prior and his complexion was practically glowing.