#neocity-net

By the time you hear his key in the lock, you’ve forgotten all about it. You were in sweats and one of his hoodies, reheating leftovers and scrolling through social media when he walked in with a grin tucked into the corners of his mouth like he already knows something you don’t want to admit. 

“Hey,” he greets, dropping his bag by the door. “About what you said earlier…” 

“I was kidding,” you tell him, handing him a plate. “Mostly.” 

Mark smirks, brushing a kiss to your cheek before settling on the couch. You join him not too long after. Dinner is easy, quiet. You eat with your legs tangled together, shoulders brushing, the TV humming in the background. It’s the kind of night that feels domestic. Warm lighting, full bellies, a shared blanket. Ordinary in the best way. 

But then Mark’s hand slips beneath the hem of your hoodie. Just a little. Just enough to trace circles over your bare waist, his thumb brushing the softest part of your stomach. His fingertips graze the band of your underwear like it’s an accident, but you know better.

You glance at him, ready to tease, but he’s already watching you, his gaze low-lidded and dangerous. 

“Still too lazy to go buy some?” he asks. 

You blink at him. “You’re the one who drove here and didn’t stop to buy any.” 

“Mmm,” he hums, lips twitching. His fingers trail higher, ghosting just beneath the curve of your breast before slipping away again. “Guess we’re not doing anything tonight, then.” You shove his shoulder lightly, but he only laughs, leaning closer until his breath warms your ear. “Nothing at all,” he whispers, hand skimming down your thigh under the blanket. 

“Nothing,” you agree, biting back a smile, though neither of you seems to mean it as the teasing touches linger, each one daring the other to break first. 

The first kiss is slow, more a press of mouths than anything urgent. But it builds fast, his fingers skating under your shirt, yours curling in his hair, the blanket slipping off both of your laps as he nudges you onto your back. 

Mark’s hips settle between yours. It was just the weight of him, the warm slide of sweatpants against you. Then he grinds down, and your breath catches. 

He groans, low and sharp. “Are you sure we don’t have anything?” he groans into your neck. “And you’re not—”

“Nope,” you respond, already rolling your hips up into his. “Not on anything.” 

You both freeze for a second. The tension builds between you in a shared, sharp awareness. But then he does it again, a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, letting you feel how hard he is even through the layers. 

“Fuck,” he mutters. “This is—this is so bad.” 

“It’s so bad,” you echo, arms tightening around his shoulders. “But you feel so good.” 

You’re both laughing under your breath, the kind of laugh that dissolves into breathless sighs as your bodies fall into a rhythm. Dry heat. Friction. His hips meet yours again and again, your panties growing damp.. You feel his cock twitch, how close he’s getting just from this. 

Mark pulls back just enough to look at you. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.” 

“Doing what?” you tease, but your voice is thin, your thighs already trembling. 

He kisses you again, messier this time, his hand dipping down between you and into your underwear. His fingers slide through the heat of you, and he groans into your mouth. “You’re so—” He doesn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he pushes two fingers inside, your walls gripping him instantly, and he swears against your lips. 

The stretch makes you gasp, your hips lifting into his hand. He curls his fingers just right, knuckles dragging against your softest spots until your thighs tremble. It’s all slick sounds and sharp breaths now. His fingers massaging your walls, your hips rocking into his hand helplessly. 

Your hand finds him, too, slipping past the waistband of his sweats. He’s flushed and hard when you feel the silky heat stretched tight over the heavy length of him. He shudders when your fingers wrap around him, leaking slick against your palm. You stroke him in time with the thrust of his fingers inside you, the rhythm sloppy and desperate but perfectly matched, each of you unraveling the other with every tug and curl. 

“Fuck, babe—” Mark’s forehead drops to your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers pump faster, curling deep until your thighs quake. The heel of his palm grinds against your clit with each movement, pulling sharp little sounds from your throat. You squeeze him harder in return, dragging your thumb over the swollen, wet tip, making his hips jerk helplessly into your hand. 

It builds fast, too fast, and you’re clenching around his fingers, pulling him deeper, moaning into his mouth as your body seizes with release. He doesn’t let up, working you through it until your hips fall limp beneath him, sweat slicking your skin. 

You barely catch your breath before you’re fumbling at your waistband, tugging your pants and underwear down your legs, and tossing them aside. Mark sits back, chest heaving, pupils blown wide as he watches you crawl towards him. 

“Wait, wait—” Mark’s protest is drowned in a choked sound as you kneel between his thighs and tug his sweats down just enough to free him. He’s thick and flushed in your hand, twitching when you lean down to take him in your mouth. 

The first wet lick up the full length of his cock has his head tilting back against the couch. “Oh, fuck.” His fingers thread into your hair, not pushing, just clinging. 

You hollow your cheeks, sliding down until he hits the back of your throat, then pulling off with a wet pop to lick along the sensitive underside, tongue tracing every vein until he’s trembling. Mark moans helplessly, thighs flexing beneath your hands.

When you cup his balls gently, his whole body jerks. He gasps your name like it’s the only word he knows, high and thin, hips twitching up despite himself. You suck harder, dragging your tongue in slow, deliberate laps, alternating between swallowing him down and teasing the swollen head with light flicks until he’s whimpering. 

“Fuck—baby, please…please, I can’t,” he pants, tugging weakly at your hair. “You’re killing me.” His voice breaks on a groan. “I need to be inside you, just the tip—I promise, just the tip.” 

You hum around him, pulling back just enough to smirk. “Only the tip. You have to promise.” 

“I promise!” he cries out, already dragging you up for a desperate kiss. 

You’re already half gone, nodding as he pulls his sweatpants and underwear off, throwing them to join yours on the floor. He pushes you back against the couch, guiding himself to your entrance. The first stretch has you crying out, your nails digging into his arms. 

Mark shudders, jaw tight, pushing only the head of his cock inside. His whole body shakes as he exhales through clenched teeth, forehead pressing to yours. 

“Fuck—just the tip,” he growls, almost like a warning to himself. His hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise as he fights not to push farther, but every pulse of your walls around him drags him deeper by instinct. He’s panting, chest heaving, veins standing out in his neck, yet he stays still, like he’s convincing himself as much as you. But then your hips twitch, a needy little roll that drags another inch of him inside.

“Mark,” you whine, already trembling. 

He curses again, thrusting shallowly, just enough for the tip to press and retreat. His resolve breaks with every little sound that escapes from your mouth. Each time he rocks forward, more of him slips past the tight clutch of your walls until you feel the thick weight of him stretching you open. 

“I only meant—just the tip,” he pants, but the lie dies when his hips drive forward harder, burying half of him in one slick thrust. “God—fuck—you’re so tight,” he stammers, voice cracking. His rhythm falters as he pulls almost all the way out, then sinks back in, slower this time, savoring every inch. 

You cry out, back arching, knuckles white against his shoulders. “Mark—fuck, you’re already inside,” you whimper, voice breaking. “You might as well just fuck me.” 

Mark squeezes his eyes shut, groaning like he’s tearing himself apart. But your desperate pleas crack him wide open. With one hard thrust, he pushes fully inside, hips flush to yours, the stretch searing and euphoric. 

The heat of him fills every inch, thick and throbbing, textured veins dragging against your walls until you’re gasping, overwhelmed by how deep he reaches. You cling to him like you’ll fall apart if you don’t, sobbing his name against his shoulder as he holds you there, buried in your wet heat, shaking with the effort to stay in control. 

It’s too much, too hot, too good. Mark sets a rougher pace, hips snapping into yours with raw need. His body trembles against you, growls ripping from his throat as he loses his rhythm. You’re gasping, nails scraping down his back, his body shaking with the effort of holding on. 

“Shit—shit, I’m gonna cum—” His thrusts grow frantic and desperate, the tip of his cock nudging so deep you swear you can’t breathe. 

Your hands fly up, clutching Mark’s face, forcing him to look at you. “Not inside, Mark—You have to pull out.” Your voice is broken but firm, even as your own pleasure crests. 

He groans miserably, teeth gritted, fighting his body’s instinct. “Fuck—I will, I will—”

Mark’s hips stutter before he yanks out at the last second with a ragged groan cry, spilling hot across your stomach in heavy spurts where your hoodie rode up. The sound of his pleasure tears out of him, sharp and guttural, as his body bows and then collapses forward. His forehead falls to your shoulder, chest heaving, his muscles trembling with the aftershock. His breath is harsh against your neck, broken gasps tangled with the sound of your own ragged breathing. 

But he doesn’t stop. Still shuddering, he drags his mouth down your throat, pushing your hoodie up higher, exposing your breasts, and leaving open-mouthed kisses on them as he makes his way lower. His hand slips between your thighs, spreading you wide as he settles in, his other palm smearing through his own release across your skin. He groans at the mess, at how wet you already are even before his tongue is on you. 

The first drag of it is slow and deliberate, from your entrance to your clit, but then he’s sucking you into his mouth, greedy and insistent. He flattens his tongue against you, licking broad and heavy until you’re writhing, then narrowing to spear inside you, fucking into your heat with wet strokes that make your hips jump. He pulls back just enough to circle your clit, lips closing around it, sucking until your vision swims. 

“Mark—holy fuck—” Your voice cracks, your thighs trembling around his head, but he only groans into you, the vibration shooting straight through your core. He alternates between tongue-fucking you deep and sucking hard on your clit, working you with a feral sort of focus that leaves you gasping. The wet, obscene sounds fill the air as he slurps at everything you give him, tongue drinking you down like he can’t get enough. 

It’s too much, the pleasure building until it finally breaks you. Your body arches, shuddering hard as your orgasm rips through you, your thighs clamping tight around his head. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow, licking you through it, swallowing every drop as you cry out and shake against him. 

Only when you’re trembling and boneless does he finally let up, kissing back up your body in slow, messy lines. His tongue traces your stomach, licking up the cooling streaks of his cum, lapping at the taste of himself before moving higher. 

When he reaches your lips, he kisses you deep and wet, pushing the salty tang of him and the sweetness of you onto your tongue. The kiss is filthy and desperate, spit-slick and hungry, until you’re both panting against each other’s mouths. 

At last, Mark lowers himself onto you, his body heavy and warm as he goes limp. His arms circle around your shoulders, holding you close, his cheek pressed to yours, while his breathing finally starts to steady. 

His hair is damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead when he finally cracks a grin against your cheek, breath ghosting over your skin. He nuzzles into you, lips brushing lazily along your jaw before he murmurs, voice hoarse but teasing. “My pull out game is pretty solid, huh?”

You let out a weak laugh, still dazed, smacking lightly at his shoulder. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.” 

Mark only chuckles, smug but exhausted, pressing another sloppy kiss to your mouth as if to seal his point. “Almost doesn’t count, babe.” 

You groan, burying your face in his chest, but the corners of your mouth betray you with a smile. His arms tighten around you, and even as his joke lingers, he melts further into your body, humming softly as sleep starts to creep in. 

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i made this such a long time ago and was supposed to release this in july this year but it just slipped my mind 😭 but anyways it's here now! hope you guys enjoy this little one!!

mark lee

brain malfunctioning

"mark? are you alright?"

alright? define alright.

if that meant that he knows what to write for the next love song for the group, then yes, he's more than alright

a blush creeps up to his face and he looks away

you caught on and twirled to fully shoe off your dress, giggling at how mark left out a small "oh damn dude…” under his breath

and then you would tease him about him calling you a dude

huang renjun

you're a little behind schedule, but renjun understands that and told you a fake earlier time

but as he's waiting for you, he couldn't help but hear the sighs coming out from your shared room

"need any help, love?" he shouted with a smile adorning his face and a shake of his head

"yeah could you come in for a sec?"

"yeah what's up-" his breath is taken away right there

and so was your frown, now replaced with a satisfied smile

"good?" You asked shyly

renjun stuttered over his words, so he nodded instead before shutting the door

"t-take your time!"

lee jeno

it was supposed to only be a quick stop at the mall and the purchases were made for your friend's birthday

you decide to gift her a dress, one that she's been eyeing for a while

jeno is dragged there but as soon as you let his hand go to smooth the fabric, he couldn't even blame you

"ok i'm going to try this on for a sec." As you and your friend have the same size

jeno just nodded, the image of the dress in front of you already making me excited

when you walked out of the dressing room for a better full body mirror, you're surprised with a hug

"i'm buying this for you," as he plants kisses on the crook of your neck, tightening his hold so that you won't run away

na jaemin

spoils you in every little way possible and so when he comes home with a handful of bags you couldn't help but gasp

"how much did you spend?!"

"hear me out!" he interjected, "these are necessities."

"...they're not food, jaemin."

"well...they make you look like one-ow! ok ok!" kisses you on the forehead and looks at you with sparkling eyes "try these on for me?"

"fine..."

jaemin paces around the room, excited about his new purchases

you, on the other side of the door, are amazed by his perfect choice of clothing for you

he really is the most perfect, attentive boyfriend

as soon as the door clicks open, jaemin lifts you up by your waist and pushes you back inside the room, kicking the bedroom door shut

lee haechan

the choice of outfit was his last straw in keeping your secret relationship...no longer a secret

he knew the moment you walked out of your house with it on, his eye twitched with jealousy as other guys were at this party

but you're free to wear whatever you want

you're happy to know that his camera roll is full of you posing in the sunset with your outfit

"let me see!"

"my eyes only!"

"hey," someone pushed in, haechan's face souring and eyes slightly glaring, "i was wondering if you ever want to go on a date with me...?"

"excuse me?" Haechan let's out first, an arm around your waist where the stitching of the dress accentuates your figure, "stay away from my gorgeous girlfriend."

zhong chenle

his fashion brand is opening a new women's section

what better way to have you as his model

of course, being the supportive girlfriend you are, you agreed to the modelling, excited at the designs on the paper at first sight

"wait what?" chenle exclaims when he opened the final product, the dress length different from what he expected, "it was supposed to be a long dress but it ended up being this? this is the third time they messed up on the work! tell them we're not going to work with them anym-"

"it's so pretty, lele." you appear next to him, kissing his cheek. "can i try it anyway?"

he has no reason to reject, and that ended up being his best choice

"HOLD THAT CALL-"

park jisung

brain mulfunction part. 2

you're having a little fashion show in front of the mirror, one pile full of clothes to donate to those who would give them more love

"i mean...i guess?" not sure of which to donate anymore

as the unchecked pile decreases, you realise a dress that you've never seen before

"...huh?" but soon your eyes widened at how pretty it is, two thumbs on the shoulder straps to pull it up, "ok, i don't remember getting this but let's go, i guess"

jisung keys into the apartment when you were changing, "bubs i'm home!"

your excitement made you forget your little poses to the mirror, running out the door to hug your boyfriend

and as jisung holds the side of your exposed waist through the cutout of the dress, his eyes widened, "o-oh you found it..."

your head tilted before a moment of realisation, "i'm sorry was it supposed to be a surprise? i'm so sorry i just found it on the floor i guess, and it got mixed up with my clothes because i was decluttering and-"

"i say this is the best surprise I could get after coming home."

the most gorgeous, sweetest dress on you, making him place a kiss to your lips

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 nct dream masterlist

“You’re back,” he said, setting his phone aside. “How was the concert?”

You practically floated over to the couch, dropping down next to him with a dreamy sigh. “Oh my god, Jaemin, it was amazing. Taemin was... unreal. Like, how is one person even allowed to be that hot and that talented? His dancing? His voice? Ugh, I’m ruined. Completely ruined.”

Jaemin’s lips twitched, and you thought for an instant that you witnessed a flicker of something cross his face, but it was gone before you could place it. “Oh, really? That good, huh?”

You nodded vigorously, too caught up in your excitement to notice the way his jaw tightened. “Yes! He did ‘Move’ and ‘Criminal,’ and I swear, the way he moved his hips—” You fanned yourself dramatically, laughing. “I think I ascended to another plane of existence.”

Jaemin leaned back against the couch, crossing his arms, showing off his biceps in the process. “Sounds like you had fun,” he said, his tone light but with a hint of something you couldn’t quite place.

“I did! But you should’ve been there. You would’ve understood. Taemin is just... wow.” You sighed again, leaning your head back against the couch, still lost in the memory of the concert.

Jaemin watched you for a moment, his expression softening despite himself. You knew that in his mind, you were adorable when you were this excited, but there was a tiny, nagging part of him that didn’t like how much you were gushing over someone else. Even if it was Taemin.

“Well,” he said, standing up abruptly, “since you’re so impressed with Taemin’s dancing, maybe I should remind you that your boyfriend isn’t too bad either.”

You blinked up at him, confused. “What are you—”

Before you could finish, Jaemin grabbed your hands and pulled you to your feet. He spun you around playfully, making you laugh as he started moving to an imaginary beat. His movements were exaggerated and silly at first, but then he shifted into something smoother, his body rolling in a way that made your breath catch.

“Jaemin,” you giggled, trying to keep up with him. “What are you doing?”

“Showing off,” he said with a smirk, pulling you closer. “He’s not the only one who can move, you know.”

You laughed, your hands resting on his shoulders as he guided you into a slow, rhythmic sway. “Okay, okay, you’re good. Really good. Happy now?”

“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. His hands slid to your waist, holding you firmly as he pressed you against the couch. His hips rolled against yours in a deliberate, teasing motion, and your laughter died in your throat.

“Jaemin,” you said, your voice breathy now. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” he asked, his lips brushing against your ear. “Or are you just realizing that you don’t need to go to a concert to see someone hot and talented?”

You shivered, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter. “You’re jealous,” you accused, though there was no real heat in your words.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin. “But I think I’m doing a pretty good job of reminding you who you come home to.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he cut you off with a kiss, deep and possessive, leaving no room for argument. When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your cheeks flushed for an entirely different reason.

“Still thinking about Taemin?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

You shook your head quickly, your eyes wide. “Nope. Not at all.”

“Good,” he said, his grin widening. “Because I’m not done reminding you.”

He gently spread your thighs and hooked them around his hips, settling between them as he continued the movements he started earlier. He was hungry, and he had a purpose. He groaned in satisfaction as his mouth roamed, licking and biting your neck and shoulders. He grinded his core against you more firmly with each rolling of his hips, and your moans spilling out when you returned the friction.

“Jaemin…” you breathed out as his lips kept digging at your skin, making you his meal. “Baby, calm down…. just a little-” but whatever you were about to say left your mind as Jaemin started showing very special attention to that specific spot on your neck. Biting hard, making you scream his name as he smirked against your skin, feeling proud of your reaction. He kept going, pressing and rolling his hips against yours, holding your hips tightly while marking your necks, dragging his tongue all over.

“You taste so sweet, baby.”

Your boyfriend is insane. Mad. But you love him, and you love the way he knows you and your body to a tee. You can’t help but grip his hair with your right hand and hold the coach with the other.

“Not talking about Taemin anymore now, are we?” He whispers, teasing you to the fullest, bringing back what started it all.

“Fuck, Jaemin… ”

His left hand is dragging lower on your body, to palm your core under your skirt - slowly drawing circles over your clit, not caring about ruining your panties.

His hips and fingers are working hard, stimulating you, making you whine and squirm all over the place. Your hand grips hard in his hair, making him groan and kiss you harder in return.

You couldn’t help but move your hips against his hard member, both letting out sounds of pleasure.

“You.. feel so good Jaemin.” you softly gasped out. Talking had become way more difficult than it should have.

And sometimes, just the simplest sentence could break a man, his mind almost going blank. His hand focuses on your core ,and his hips press exactly where you need him, mercilessly grinding. Your mind was as dazed as his, the hand holding the coach now under his shirt, scratching his toned back, holding him closer than physically possible.

His response to your neediness was grabbing your throat with his free hand, forcing you to look at him, allowing you to see how wrecked you were just from grinding against him. Smirking, he returned to attacking your mouth, sucking on your tongue. You both were gone, drunk on each other.

“I- Jaemin..” you moaned into his mouth, gasping, “I-I’m close..”

“Me too baby,.. fuck me too,” he let out, never stopping his movement on you until the end.

Release came crashing onto both of you, loud moans, panting while breathing.

Jaemin rested his head against your marked shoulder, holding you tight as you both tried to catch your breath. Your hands are still all over each other, staying in this position until you come down from your orgasm, kissing the top of his head.

“You feeling good, baby?” he softly asked you as he was raising his head to look at you.

You just hummed in response, smiling back at him and stealing a kiss from his lips.

“Not jealous at all, right ?” you teased him, a bright smile on your lips, watching his face change, almost offended by this statement.

He tickled your side in response, making you squirm and laugh out loud. A smile formed across his face, and anyone could tell that Jaemin loved you just by seeing the way he was looking at you. He cherished you.

He kissed your forehead, whispering an “I love you,” and decided to carry you bridal-style up the stairs to the shower and then to bed.

Today really was incredible for two reasons, just don’t tell Jaemin you said that.

bonus scene

The following day, the two of you were curled up on the couch, a movie playing in the background, though neither of you was really paying attention. You were scrolling through your phone, still buzzing from the concert, while Jaemin pretended to watch the screen, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders.

“Look at this,” you said suddenly, holding up your phone to show him a video from the concert. “Taemin did this move during ‘Idea,’ and it was insane. Like, how does he even do that?”

Jaemin glanced at the screen, his expression unreadable. “Hmm. Impressive.”

You didn’t seem to notice his lack of enthusiasm. “Right? And his outfit—ugh, he looked so good. I mean, the leather pants? The mesh shirt? It should be illegal.”

Jaemin’s jaw tightened, but he forced a smile. “Sounds like you really enjoyed yourself.”

“I did,” you said, completely missing the edge in his voice. “But you know what would’ve made it even better? If you were there with me.”

He raised an eyebrow, his tone dry. “Oh, so you could compare my dancing to Taemin’s in real time?”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “Don’t be like that. You know you’re my favorite.”

“Do I?” he asked, his voice dropping as he turned to face you. “Because it sounds like Taemin might be giving me a run for my money.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on your lips. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I?” he asked, his hands sliding to your waist as he pulled you closer. “Maybe I just need to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he leaves no room for argument by kissing you, sweeter than the previous night. You could feel him smiling against your lips, his hands moved to your hips, holding you close, his body hovering over yours.

“Jaemin,” you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he murmured against your lips. “But you love it.”

You didn’t argue because he was right. And as he kissed you again, you realized that no concert, no matter how amazing, could ever compare to this. No one could ever make you feel the way he did.

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The annoying ring of your alarm engulfed the silent, peaceful room, startling you from your rest. You groaned softly, but didn’t make a move—which, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, he always sensed even the smallest flicker of discomfort you went through. Jeno kept one hand wrapped around you, his fingers playing with your messy morning locks, as his other hand reached out to turn off the alarm. 

He looked down at you lovingly, sleep slowly slipping away as he gently caressed your head with soft pats. He swore he would rather do this all day instead of going to some boring work place. All he wished for was for you, his pretty angel, to fall back asleep, despite knowing damn well that both of you had to wake up for adult life duties eventually. Eventually, though, was a faraway concept, because the right moment for you to start your day didn’t seem to be near enough. The only right thing he felt like doing was admiring your still sleepy face, his eyes holding literal hearts in them. He chuckled lightly as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, crumpling his t-shirt into your fist in hopes to get even closer to him. That was his ideal morning (minus the adulting part).

Jeno had known it from a quite a young age—he was smitten with you. With you two being prom partners and later on being crowned as prom king and queen, it was pretty obvious to everyone around you that you were going to be highschool sweethearts. He could still see it clear as ice: the proud smile that stretched across your pretty face while the silvery tiara was placed on your head, his own eyes turning into crescents at the sight. It was back then when his life took quite a flip, and so did his heart, moving to be held by you and sealing itself there for good. He sighed dreamily at the memory, thumb brushing your cheek while his thoughts wandered to your first kiss, and he swore he didn’t even realise he’d puckered his lips at the memory. He just loved you that much, and he was thankful all the time for getting the chance to treasure you. 

But, like all the good moments, this one had to come to an end… eventually. 

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath when the alarm rang once again, even louder this time.

He felt you shift on top of him, and he was quick to stroke your back in slow circles, knowing the alarm was going to startle you. 

“Good morning, my love,” he whispered, pressing a loving kiss to your temple. 

You smiled sleepily, grumpiness long forgotten as you pressed a sweet peck on his neck. “Morning, Nono.” 

He scrunched his nose at the nickname, but you both knew that it still made his heart flutter, even after all those years—just like he sent butterflies dancing in your stomach with every glance he gave you. 

“We have to get ready,” he sighed dramatically, yet he didn’t make any efforts to stand up—not as long as his angel was still hugging him. 

Your co-workers knew it was basically impossible to separate the two of you—you followed the same university and were now (disgustingly) adorable employees at your workplace. Sure, everyone found it endearing how you two tried to keep it so professional at work, going as far as not even telling them that you were partners at first. You smiled at the memory, but decided it was time to actually start your day and freshen up, so you rolled out of the bed, laughing at Jeno’s slight pout. 

You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth together, laughing at the funny faces Jeno made in the mirror. You then proceeded to do each other’s skin care, stealing innocent kisses between the application of your moisturizer and the drops of serum. 

Less than an hour had passed since you woke up, yet there you were—still in bed, limbs tangled together under the sheets. Jeno was gently holding your hand, occasionally pressing kisses to your fingers—especially the one that was now adorned by the shiny band of a promise ring, matching his. The silence was comforting, the cuddle was warm, and the morning light was still blocked by the night curtains. You wanted nothing more but to be able to cuddle and stay indoors all day. 

“Baby, I really am extremely comfortable right now…” you whispered, looking in his beautiful eyes. 

He looked back at you, nodding in approval. He loved his job, sure—but not more than he loved his quality time with you. Despite all the teasing he received from his friends, he just couldn’t stop being clingy, not with you. It felt right—and that’s when the best idea popped into his mind.

“How about we work from home today?” 

Your eyes lit up as excitement bubbled in your chest.

“You are the best, Nono!” you beamed, grabbing his face softly. 

He looked at you for a second before closing the gap between your lips in a slow, yet passionate kiss. One hand found your waist, while the other tangled with your fingers. You couldn’t help but giggle because, somehow, every kiss felt just like the first. You pulled away after a while, fingers brushing his hair as a mischievous smile took over your features, your lips curved in satisfaction.

“Oh, and babe? You are the one calling our boss. Hope you don’t mind!” 

You pecked his plush lips once more before hopping out of bed, already on your way to set up your home office for the day, leaving a shocked Jeno behind—he was entirely helpless.

Unbeknownst to many, you are the complete opposite of what you choose to present to the public. At the hands of your boyfriend, Johnny, all of the innocent pretense melts away, replaced by an untamed desire. The moment you get behind closed doors, your public persona is discarded on the welcome mat, and any lust you kept hidden away comes to light.

Your sex drive is concerning, to say the least. Your innocent persona is like a hypothetical chastity cage, locking away your dirty desires for a place more private, where nobody can see nor shame you for your thoughts. Outside, you avoid sexually charged situations like the plague, but inside, you’re the initiator, and you’re glad you have someone equally as dirty as you who can keep up with it. 

When he met you for the first time, Johnny saw right through your good girl persona. There was no way that someone as beautiful as you had never pursued something like that before, and so he spent his time with you chipping away at the walls you put up, trying to discover whether there was something about you that you were hiding.

And, lo and behold, he found exactly what he was looking for. 

For better lack of a word, you were a complete and total slut. The moment he gave you the go-ahead, you were all over him, kissing him, marking him and palming him through his trousers like your life depended on it. He saw the way lust clouded your pupils so quickly, and instead of being freaked out, he encouraged it, murmuring words of praise into your ear as you humped his erection desperately.

“Poor thing,” he whispered, large hands gripping your hips and pulling you harder against him. “Must be hard hiding all of this from your friends, right?” You nodded into his neck, tongue flicking against his skin as you prepped it for yet another hickey. “You don’t have to do that with me, princess. I can give you everything you need.” 

And so he did. That night, he figured that to keep you from going batshit insane with need, he would have to make you cum until you passed out, stuff you full to the brim until you insisted that you couldn’t take any more. And even when you did tell him that you couldn’t, you would still rub your tired clit against the tip of his cock, shallow breaths coming out stuttered as you would work yourself up to yet another orgasm. 

His girlfriend, his sweet, innocent girlfriend turned out to be a complete nymphomaniac, and he loved it. You took anything and everything he gave you, bathed in the afterglow of multiple orgasms time and time again, dug your nails into his back to the point where small crescents would form. And your need was sexy too; those innocent eyes that drew him in at first would be used against him at his behest, and you would look up at him, pupils dilated and lashes fluttering as he coddled you into your blissful state. 

It’s how you look up at him now, tits bouncing with each thrust and mouth wide open in an ‘o’ shape. You’re quite the sight, but it’s a sight he loves to see nonetheless.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, hips flush against yours as his tip prods at your g-spot. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” 

“W-want you,” you stutter, eyes focusing and refocusing as you feel the coil begin to wind in your tummy. “Want you to fill me up.” 

Johnny laughs breathily, sweat soaked strands of hair falling into his face. “But I’m already filling you up, sweet girl. Surely you don't need any more than that.” 

He just loves the way your face contorts when he teases you. You get so dumb like this, and when he uses that condescending voice he knows you love, your eyes gloss over as tears begin to form. “Don’t be mean.” 

“You like it when I’m mean.” He leans back, wrapping his hands around your waist and observing the way your tiny pussy swallows him whole. “You like it when I use your cunt like my own personal doll, don’t you sweetheart?” 

You hum in satisfaction, cheek pressing into the pillow, but you’re snapped back into the moment by a hand wrapping around your throat. “C’mon, answer me. You like it, don’t you?” 

“I do,” you moan out, your hoarse voice mingling with the sounds of wet skin slapping. “Love it so much, love you-” 

“I know you do, baby. Now…” He runs his thumb along your bottom lip before dragging it downwards, pulling your mouth open. You instinctively stick your tongue out and he smiles, gathering a glob of spit in his throat before dropping into your open lips. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want. What you need.” 

Your eyes squeeze shut, but the hand around your neck slaps your cheek, forcing them wide open again. He wants you to look at him, to look at how he so mercilessly destroys your poor pussy, all at your request. “Need your cum, Johnny. Need you to stuff me full of your cum.” 

“‘I need your cum’, what, princess? Remember your manners.”

You gulp before blinking up at him, trying so hard to fight off your impending orgasm. “Need your cum, please, daddy. Please.” 

Oh, you’re so pretty when you beg for him. You’re even prettier when you call him ‘daddy’; it’s one of the clear signs that you’re way too far gone, and that if he edges you any further, you might not even be able to speak. So, he grants you some reprieve.

When Johnny cums, he buries himself deep inside, skin pressed against yours as he pumps his load right against your cervix. Of course, you’ll take the morning after pill tomorrow, but the thought of him stuffing you to the point where you could carry his children turns him on immeasurably, and his cock throbs heavily inside you, walls clamping down as it surrounds itself with warmth. 

All the while, you’re a trembling mess beneath him. Sweat drenches your skin and sticks to the bedsheets, and your cunt throbs in the rhythm of your racing heartbeat, thighs shaking as your orgasm tears through your veins. All you can say is ‘thank you’, coupled with broken sobs and shaky moans.

Johnny holds you through all of it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he rides out his own climax against your cervix. “Such a pretty girl,” he whispers in your ear, lips pressing against its shell. “Such a pretty doll for me, aren’t you?” 

All the energy has been drained out of you, and you can only nod, humming sadly when you feel him pull out, the feeling of his release coating your thighs sending a shiver down your spine. All the while, he continues to kiss you, continues to call you his good girl as he caresses your shaking thighs. 

Johnny is happy that you can be your real self around him, even if that means milking him dry every other night. He loves being the one who can truly satisfy you, but when he thinks you’re finally done for the night, he flinches at the feeling of you wrapping your hand around his still-erect cock.

“One more,” you whisper, and his eyes shift from where you nudge his tip against your swollen clit to yours, and the blissful glossiness is gone, replaced by a crazed lust. 

He could never decline you – he knows better than not to – and so he just grins at you, pushing his hair back before slipping his tip into your cunt again. 

“Fucking slut,” he grunts as he continues to slide in, pushing out his own release. “Never satisfied, are you?” 

You grin at him wryly before shaking your head. “Nuh-uh. Always want you.” 

And have him, you will. 

Idol life is hard.

The grueling practices, the juggling of multiple schedules, the little sleep you get when you're overseas for a tour.

Idol life as a foreigner is even harder.

The constant switching between your mother tongue and the Korean that's been drilled into you from your trainee days makes your brain feel heavy. The many nights spent trying to catch your family before they head to bed. The stuttering feeling that creeps in every time you're at a work event and it takes your brain a minute to decipher what everyone else is saying.

Somehow dating Jeong Jaehyun came easy. It felt like breathing most days. Of course the hiding and not being able to love out loud was no cake walk, but that didn't matter. The mismatched schedules made seeing each other a bit more difficult, but even that didn't matter.

What the two of you had was yours and yours only.

You came home, tired as all hell, to each other.

The two of you met when you were a host for Music Bank and he had been promoting with NCT 127 for their song, 2 Baddies. You'd cursed at him in your mother tongue when you slipped on a drink he'd accidentally spilled. The mess he made effectively ruining your pants as you were five minutes away from being on stage. Instead of being scared off by your cursing, he just laughed and offered to replace his jeans with yours. You had looked at him incredulously for the offer and he replied that he had no use for the jeans since he'd wrapped filming already. Johnny, who had seen the whole thing go down, said that the rest was history was at that point.

And he was right.

Later that day, Jaehyun actually stayed until after you were done filming the show to ask for your number. Over that year, texting turned into flirting in the halls when schedules allowed. Flirting turned into one date. One date turned to many. Secret meetups at the Han River under masks and the night sky. Until the two of you couldn't take it anymore and came clean to your members. Your girls couldn't be happier and his members took you in like you were their own. Management was painfully cautious, but eventually supported the two of you.

After surviving your first year together, the two of you decided to move in together. Every once in a while fans of yours or his would speculate about the similarities of the backgrounds whenever either of you were doing a livestream. This prodded the two of you to be more careful and eventually you two decided that streams would no longer happen at the apartment you shared.

Your members asked if keeping the secret ever got to be too much and you indulged that sometimes the secrecy actually made it more fun. It was a game where you and Jaehyun were the only players and again, it was something that yours and yours alone.

The beginning of your second year together was marked by his military enlistment. You'd known it was coming but that didn't make seeing the notice hurt any less. If you were being completely honest, you were scared. Jaehyun had become your rock, the thing that kept you tethered when the pressures of idol life were threatening to pull you under. You knew your members could relate to the anxiety you felt, but there was a different comfort that Jaehyun brought to you.

The day it came out, he'd begged the others to end practice early so that he could come home and console you. When he swung your door open, the sight of you teary eyed and pouty-faced made him chuckle. His deep giggles simultaneously comforting you and annoying you.

"It's not funny Jae! What am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

He cooed at you and smoothed your hair over as you cried in his arms.

"You work jagiya. You literally have a tour scheduled right after I leave." You softly hit his chest to which he responds with a hum, the vibration of it ringing through his chest. He assured you that his time away would pass by like nothing. You knew he was right but the sting of him leaving was still etched into your heart. He wiped your tears with his thumb and the two of you fell asleep that night in each other's embrace.

You wished with every bone in your body that you could've spent more time with Jaehyun before he went in. But idol life called, and there was an overseas tour waiting for you. The days leading up to his enlistment, you spent holed up at your company. If you weren't in dance rehearsals, you were in the studio recording backing vocals. If you weren't shooting promotional videos, then you were in fittings for your tour outfits. By the time you would come home, it would be late and your body would be on the brink of falling apart. But Jaehyun didn't mind, he never did. He knew exactly what this life was like and you couldn't be more grateful for that fact. Every time you came home, he'd greet you at the door, the biggest smile on his face. Another thing he'd have ready is a steaming cup of your favorite tea, knowing how much it brought you comfort.

On particularly frustrating rehearsal days, he'd let you ramble in your native tongue. Never expecting you to slow down, even if he could not understand a single word that sped out your mouth. He knew how tough rehearsals could get, he lives the same life, he pieced together what it is was you were frustrated by. Endearingly, he'd pick out words that he thought sounded interesting and have you teach him instead. You always obliged, finding the ask incredibly sweet. Not once in your relationship have you ever had to feel like your language was something that you couldn't share with him.

The day he shaved his head he didn't even give you a warning. Just a selfie with your favorite goofy smile. When he came home, you spent a few minutes mourning his blonde locks. Giggling as you chased him around the living room fake crying over his head that honestly reminded you of a golden kiwi.

The day before he left, you two planned to spend the entirety of it together. Jaehyun went the extra mile (like he always did) and filled your apartment with an overwhelming amount of bouquets of your favorite flowers, the sweet smell of them hitting your nose when you woke up that morning. You disguised yourselves to walk along the Han River, reminiscing about your secret meetings under the moonlight. Laughing about how the first kiss you shared only happened because you had burnt your lip on the ramen you had been sharing. It hadn't snowed in Seoul yet, but the air was cold enough that the laughs you shared after the kiss could be seen against the night sky.

The morning he went in, you were the first to say goodbye. The two of you came to the conclusion that it was probably best if you weren't at the training center, for fear that you being there might cause speculation. The cruel timing of your idol obligations made it so that you were promoting your newest single off the new album that you'd be touring with. So even if you could have been there, it would have been physically impossible. You look at him wistfully and with tears in your eyes when the guys come around yours to pick him up. With a final wave the two of you said goodbye and you went about your day. You were still an idol after all.

That was November of 2024.

Time passed quickly. Jaehyun was right, (of course he was) time flew by. Of course it didn't come without its moments of terribly missing him. Your tour was an absolute success and you even got to see your family while you were overseas. Every once in a while, the two of you would be able to make your schedules match and you'd be able to spend some time together.

But that time together never felt enough.

You don't know what it was that was different, but you found yourself getting sadder every time the two of you said goodbye. There was a sadness that you hadn't been able to pinpoint. And as the time away was drawing to a close you found yourself getting restless.

It was now February of 2026 and Jaehyun was a little over two months away from being home.

More specifically it was February 14. Valentine's day. His birthday.

You woke up that morning to your bedroom being filled with balloons of different hues of pink and red. When you stepped out into the living room there were even more balloons but it was also filled with what looked like a billion roses. You hurriedly find your phone to greet your lover and thank him for the flowers.

Admittedly, you weren't too excited about the day. Jaehyun had shared earlier in the month that he had military obligations so he wouldn't be able to come home for the weekend. You expressed your disappointment with an understanding smile. Of course you understood, who were you to ask him to defy the Korean military?

Only one of the bouquets had a card in it. Shoving some of the balloons out of the way, you gingerly pick up the card and open it.

Will you be my Valentine? xx J.

There a smile making its way across your face and without a second thought you're making a video call to him. You place the card on the kitchen counter as you wait for him to answer. After a few rings, the face of your handsome boyfriend appears. You quickly shoot out an apology, acknowledging that you knew he was supposed to be at work. The smile of adoration on his face let you know that he was at the very least happy to see you. Letting you know that he had a bit of time, you gush about how much you loved the gesture.

"You didn't have to get me a billion roses you know. Would've been happy even a single rose," you jokingly tease him. He returns a dimpled smile and teases back that he would have bought you more if there was space. You roll your eyes and start humming the lyric to Unconditional. The two of you share a chuckle, both probably reminiscing about the chaos that came from his release of the song. You distinctly remember being up well past midnight laughing as the two of you dived into endless Twitter threads dissecting the song.

Your recollecting is cut short when you hear a group of people calling Jaehyun's name. He turns around and yells something back at them. When he returns to face you, there's an apologetic look on his face. One that says, "I don't want to leave, but I have to."

"Duty calls," you say wistfully, giving him a nod. You try and give him a smile that reads as understanding. You quickly wish him a Happy Birthday and tell him you love him. Blowing you a kiss, he thanks you and ends the call with,

"I'll see you soon. I love you."

Giving him one last wave, you end the call and the rim of your eyes start to get wet. You sigh and let out a breath, the room becomes a blurry mess of red and pinks.

The rest of the day goes by in a bit of a blur. A meeting with your manager about an upcoming brand deal. A quick live with one of your members to promote the sub-unit that was just announced. Later in the day you attended a concert of your sunbaes, S.Coups and Mingyu, with your members. You'd been a Carat before you were a trainee and you found yourself lucky enough to have gotten close with the maknae line. You'd also met Mingyu a few times through Jaehyun since the two were part of the infamous 97 line. Through them you met the rest of the group, which is how you found yourself in the back of the concert hall for their Busan concert.

After the concert you were completely ready for the day to be over. You walk into your apartment and the sight of the roses and balloons reminds you of the melancholy feeling that had been hanging around your head all day. After hanging your purse inside the closet hallway, you plop yourself on the couch. The exhaustion of your unexpectedly busy day hitting you hard as you sink in. You shoot a quick text to Jaehyun asking if he was available to call one more time before the day ended. While passing the time to wait for his reply, you scroll through Weverse and reply back to some fans. A bit of time goes by and he hasn't replied yet. Glancing at the time, you reason that he may have already gone to sleep. You continue answering your fans, more of them posting when they noticed that you were online, many of them asking to do another live. Mulling over the thought, you reply back that you'll do an audio only live. Bouncing to your bedroom, you grab the tablet's that's been charging so you can set up the stream.

You start the stream and immediately the comments flood in asking you if you could turn your camera on. Teasing them and calling them selfish, you deflect the question by greeting everyone a Happy Valentine's Day. Scrolling through the chat, you find comments asking about sub-unit spoilers, a TMI, some of them even asking about love advice. Answering the questions here and there, you don't even notice that another hour has passed.

In the midst of the stream, a knock on your door startles you. You weren't expecting anyone, especially not this late at night, so you brush off the noise. But then the knock happens again. You sit up straight and check your phone to make sure that you hadn't missed a notification from your manager. Luckily your fans can't really hear much of what is going on. You send off a rattle of texts to your manager and your group members, asking if any of them were here or were dropping something off. Your members reply that they were all home from the concert. Your manager texts back that she isn't at your door, but that you'd want to open your door. A bit suspect of the text, you tell your fans that you'd run to get some water. Before you leave the living room, you turn up the music that had been playing on your phone just in case.

When you open the door, you don't know who or what to expect. You certainly don't expect to see your idol/military boyfriend standing in front of you with a bouquet of deep red roses. Fighting the urge to squeal on the off chance that its louder than the music, your jaw just drops open. Jaehyun opens his arms and your body moves before your mind does. Pulling him into a hug, you walk the two of you back into your apartment. When you pull away, there's a smile on his face. You look at him in shock, the obvious question is being asked in your eyes. You feel like you could be hallucinating this right now.

"You di-" The deep and loud baritone of his voice brings you back to reality. You clap your hand over his mouth and jerk your head toward the coffee table in the living room. He follows the direction of your head and immediately understands, you feel him trying to fight the giggles under your hand. Scurrying over to the tablet, you quickly tell your fans that you actually have to go. Most of them reply with nothing but question marks. There's a few comments that ask if someone else was with you. Quickly ending the live, you exit the app and turn the tablet off to ensure that nothing can accidentally get recorded. Putting the tablet back on the table, you turn back to Jaehyun, who you still can't believe is right in front of you. He's staring at you with the biggest smile on his face and you swoon at the sight. The exhaustion of the day melting off you when you run back into his embrace. He picks you up and spins you around, the two of you fighting for oxygen as your lips crash together. The sparks between the two of you blossoming into a full-on firework show. He gently lets you down and when you finally pull away, both of your chests are heaving.

"Jae… What are you doing here? I thought you were-"

"You never answered my question," he says very nonchalantly. Your eyebrows knit up in confusion and ask him what question, but he doesn't immediately supply you with an answer. Instead he walks over to the kitchen counter and picks up the card and waves it at you. Picking up the bouquet he was holding earlier, he walks back to you. You think about your video call from earlier and the gears in your head spin. When he had said I'll see you soon, you thought nothing of it. You'd moved on because the two of you always ended calls like that, never goodbye. The two of you decided that saying that would maybe help when contact between you would be minimal.

Love glimmered in his eyes as he calls you "darling" in your first language. When he reaches you, he presents the roses to you and takes hold of your hand.

"Will you be my Valentine?" He asks with the biggest smile. You feel the turners of your mouth turn up, as you nod and kiss him in response. He pulls away, smile even bigger than before. He plants three kisses on your face; once on each cheek and on the tip of your nose. He utters a word between each kiss.

"Best."

"Birthday."

"Ever."

The beat pulsed through the outside venue as bodies moved together to the rhythm of the music, a sea of flailing arms, flowing dresses, and brightly colored alcohol in cups. The vacation resort was well known for its beach-side night parties that happened every evening, allowing people to dance all their cares away. It was a famous tourist destination, the huge tropical beach allowing its patrons to soak up the sunshine in the daytime, and then dance their heart away by the bright lights of the nighttime party. The whole island seemed to thrum with energy, the atmosphere electric from the beating rhythm of the dance music and the delighted cries from the partygoers.

"Earth to Y/N!"

Your attention turned to your friend as you realizedd that she was trying to get your attention.

"Oops," you laughed and smiled at her. "Sorry, just zoned out for a sec. Got distracted." You couldn't help your wandering gaze that took in the mass amount of scantily-clad girls writhing their hips against muscular, shirtless men. "This is so different from what I'm used to."

Mira raised an eyebrow, clearly in good spirits after already taking several shots. "I know this isn't your usual scene but the girls and I thought that you should stop moping over your breakup with Taeyong and actually have some fun! Go hit up on a guy or something, get your freak on."

You playfully punched Mira. "He wasn't like the rest, you know?" 

You looked down sadly. He had been a gentle soul and treated you right; you still weren't sure why he had cheated. It had hit you hard and your friends thought that a change of pace was needed. A vacation to relax and let loose was exactly what was needed, a way to let go of the stress and have fun.

"Look Y/N, you've been moping over him for four months already," Jinhee started. "You're here, on vacation in a tropical paradise surrounded by sexy guys who have their shirts off, showing off their chests," she fanned herself and looked off into the distance dreamily, "and gorgeous smiles andー"

"Calm your tits," Sowon jokingly hit Jinhee lightly. She looks back at you, pushing your usual drink closer to you. "Babe, we love you and want to see you happy again. Not cry over some guy who can't even tell you why he cheated."

"We're not telling you to date someone tonight, but just forget about him and live a little, ok?" Mira finished. 

You bit your bottom lip and thought, staring out into the night as you considered her words. You loved Taeyong, more than anything. You had hoped for a future together; the wedding, the children, the big family holidays and birthdays... but it was all shattered, left lying in tatters after your suspicions were confirmed with the one simple sentence, "I can explain." 

He couldn't.

After many arguments, broken tears and broken hearts later, you both parted ways. You thought you truly loved him, that he was your soulmate. He had made it clear to you how sorry he had been and wanted you to take him back. But your heart wouldn't let you go back, the pain from his betrayal being too raw and it left you aching. You threw yourself into work since then, finding solace in your research and volunteering. And so, for the past few months, the cycle continued: work, work, sleep, work. It was nice and constant, but this is where the girls came in and saved your life from boredom.

"Live a little, huh?" you questioned, fingers wrapped around the stem of the cocktail glass, twisting it absentmindedly before you took another sip. You took another look around the outdoor venue. The night sky stretched endlessly above you, twinkling with tiny stars, framed by palm trees and colorful banners. The smell of liquor, sweat, and body odor mingled with the scent of the warm evening air. Huge, bright speakers blasted music as the mass amount of bodies continued their movements, flashing their lights as they danced.

Mira was right. This wasn't your scene. You preferred the fancy lounge bars, expensive wine, soft spoken conversations and live jazz bands to accompany them. A place where you felt secure, safe, and comfortable. This place was raw, open, exposed. No fancy tables, chairs or bar. Just an open dance floor, large speakers, and drinks on the sand.

The bass hummed through your feet as it shook the ground. No one was fully dressed; the girls had on skimpy little dresses, the men wore brightly coloured swim trunks and shirtless. Heck, the air of arousal was so thick you could probably choke on it. You had seen several couples making out, feeling each other up or grinding their groins together out of the corner of your eyes. You licked your lips nervously as the alcohol coursed through your veins, heating you up from the inside.

"Come on Y/N! I love this song, let's dance!" Jinhee put her hands on her hips and pouted at you.

"Dancing is not really my thing..." you protested.

"It will be soon!" she winked and grabbed your arm.

You shrugged. There was nothing better to do, and you had finished your drink, feeling braver now that it was gone. You threw the last shot down the back of your throat, shuddering when the liquid burnt its way down your body and you accepted Jinhee's hand, pulling you close as you threaded through the crowd of warm bodies towards the floor. You tried not to bump into anyone, muttering small sorries to those you did. 

The girls pushed onto the dance floor, joining the fray and all linking arms together, facing outward. You giggled with giddy pleasure as Sowon and Mira pulled you in between them, each placing a hand on your hip, making your senses sing with delight from the alcohol and the atmosphere. Your friends swung you around, moving you like puppets in a full costume, keeping perfect time to the music. You threw your hands up and laughed joyously, allowing them to take the lead as you simply kept up, moving your body against theirs.

You swayed your hips, letting loose and deciding to just feel. 

Tonight, you're going to live a little.

And maybe find a cute guy and have some fun like your girls suggested, despite whatever happens afterwards.

Just enjoy the moment, they told you.

Alcohol flowing, the music blasting, and the lights blinding, time was simply lost to the ether and soon enough you could feel yourself being warm, happy, and buzzing. All nerves had melted away, drowned under the intoxication of the strong alcohol and being surrounded by friendly, loving people.

Time blurred and seemed to stop altogether when you caught the first sight of him.

Situated at the DJ booth with a set of mixer decks and a laptop at his disposal was a large, muscular man. Dark hair framing his beautifully sculpted face, his huge frame was decked in dark jeans and a gray muscle tank, effortlessly displaying his biceps, muscular chest, and torso. Tattoos adorned his left shoulder and arms, but you couldn't make them out as they were blurry from the angle. From the intense look of concentration, he sported a pair of large headphones over his ears while performing his set; however, every now and again you would catch him smiling from watching the sea of bodies bobbing their heads to his beats, bodies grinding as the songs melded together.

He caught your eye, taking in the spectacle that you and your friends presented. When he met your gaze, you felt electricity coursing through your veins, nerves flaring and the familiar pulsing sensation to the beat made itself known deep within your womb. And...was it just you, or did he look at you longer? Like he was admiring you as you got lost in his eyes; perhaps even took interest in you as you danced alongside the swarm of sweaty bodies that jerked and swayed to the music.

You snapped your head away. You were probably seeing things...

But you couldn't help it; your eyes drifted once more to the large hunk. Just dancing. Nothing else. Not with the way that his muscles moved smoothly when he tended to his equipment, the powerful biceps easily moving the tables. What would it be like to have his arms wrap around you, what would it be like to be pressed against those built pecs, those washboard abs, under his thick thighs as heー

You shivered at the thought. Alcohol. It had to be the alcohol.

"Oh my god," Mira started, "the DJ is so hot!"

"He's pretty cute and damn is he buff," Jinhee licked her lips. "With a body like that, the only chance I would give him is a ride up and down hisー"

"Finish that sentence, I dare you," Sowon raised an eyebrow daringly, a fierce grin creeping up her face and causing Jinhee to laugh nervously before she continued.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Mira looked at you eagerly, causing you to stare back surprised.

"Well..." You paused and hesitated slightly. "I mean, like, he is definitely very attractive, but..." Your cheeks burned and thoughts disappeared momentarily as your eyes locked with his, causing butterflies to awaken in your tummy. You looked away to see your group waiting expectantly for you to continue. You stuttered out, "But I don't know. He's probably already got a string of girls after him and I justー"

"Nope. Stop. Nuh-uh," Jinhee pointed a finger in front of you. "No second guessing. Tell us, would you fuck him?"

Your jaw dropped. "Oh come on."

"Answer the question, Y/N," Sowon pushed.

You chewed your bottom lip before sighing. "Oh god," you muttered, heart pounding in your chest. "Do I have to answer right now?"

"Yes!" all three chorused back at you.

You covered your face with your hands for a second before taking a deep breath. "Ok... yes." You looked down. "Yes, I would totally bang the shit out of him."

"YES! That's our girl!" Mira whooped before cheering loudly, raising her arms to the sky as she did so, the music and atmosphere causing her cheer to be swept away amongst the crowd. Sowon rolled her eyes as Jinhee patted you on the back in a show of congratulations, making you want to disappear. But you couldn't hide your crimson cheeks as embarrassment flushed through you.

The girls giggled happily and jumped around, continuing with their dancing. You hid your face in your hands before trying to lose yourself in the music once more.

Even though your gaze remained forward, you could still feel his eyes trailing on you.

Johnny looked out at the crowd moving and shifting as one when the beat dropped. All hands flew up, colored lights danced over everyone, making them glow under the spotlights that illuminated the darkened dance floor. It didn't matter if they were young or old, handsome or misshapen; the mass amount of bodies thrummed with pure energy. The crowd responded with another deafening cheer and cry in greeting as the beat switched over, Johnny mentally high-fiving himself for his excellent track selection.

While he enjoyed his job, the one thing he loved the most is seeing all the people have a good time because of his sets. And that moment, when the venue cheered and the dancers jumped up and down at their success in responding to the shift in the music, flooded his heart with pride.

Everyone was a dance master tonight, despite the drunken conditions. There weren't many fights and most seemed to be content with dancing the night away. And even the regular workers seemed to let their hair down and joined the fray, twirling to their hearts desire with wide, unabashed grins plastered across their faces.

It was the life.

"This set is so good!" The girl next to him gushed excitedly. "I'm absolutely loving it!"

He turned and smirked. Her hair was a long ash-blond, cascading down her shoulders. Heaps of glitter decorated her cheeks and forehead and skin-tight outfit that left little to the imagination. "Yeah?"

"Oh, for sure!" She spoke back, her attention focused more on his body than meeting his gaze. Her eyes dragged along the length of his body hungrily. "You should join me sometime."

He regarded her carefully. She was attractive, but frankly, it didn't feel right. "Tempting," he started. "But I can't."

"Pleaseeeee? I'd make sure you would have a great time," her lips curled into a lustful smile. "I would worship every single inch of you, baby. I would make you feel real good," she teased, pressing up against him.

He let out a sigh before looking at one of his friends that was working alongside him for the evening. They didn't need to speak a word. His buddy came to the rescue and steered the girl away from him towards the bar. The girl put up a bit of a struggle but once she noticed the handsome man beside her, her attention quickly switched and off she went.

He was used to it. Girls would throw themselves at him, not many cared about his skills and personality except for his music tastes, which usually sparked interesting conversations. Most only wanted a go with the big and muscular DJ who worked at the clubs, purely for sexual gain; to say they have done it, to slurp up the notoriety of bragging about their sexual exploits. Most usually bragged about who was better in bed, how quickly they could seduce him, or how big his dick was.

He shook his head with a sigh. He was a ladies' man, sure, but he was looking for more. One night stands were great, don't get him wrong, but he was looking for a lifelong love to spoil and cherish for eternity. To call his own, someone special to share his home, his music, his heart and soul.

He settled back behind the soundboard, adjusting the mix, scrolling through the folder of pre-downloaded songs while keeping an eye on the crowd. He couldn't help but glance at a particular group of girls as they joined the fray and a smile crept upon his features as they energetically turned away from each other and moved their hips to the music, finding a groove and sticking with it. 

But one of the girls caught his eye, and he felt his dick twitch and pulse at the sight.

There was something about the girl that stood out.

She was really beautiful. He had seen his fair share of beautiful women, no doubt, but this girl was different. She wore her hair up in a bun, but it was messy, and several strands fell freely to frame her face. She dressed a bit more modest compared to the rest of the folks here with a flowy red spaghetti-strap sundress that drifted fluidly down past her knees. While her dress wasn't fully form-fitting, it still showed off the full curves of her breasts, wide hips and ample ass. Even from the distance of the stage, Johnny was able to pick up that the dress had ridden slightly up her thighs from all the swinging and twirling, exposing more of her smooth legs.

Even then, he was rather enticed by her actions alone.

While she wasn't outlandish or loud like the rest, it was beautiful to behold how freely she moved. Her friends draped all over her, but she greeted their affectionate advances wholeheartedly, enjoying their company. Time seemed to melt away for Johnny as he enjoyed the view; while one part of his mind was set on the next track and the transition, the other half was entranced and intrigued by this beauty.

"Yo, dude," Yuta cut into Johnny's thoughts and slapped him on the shoulder. "There's some hot chicks in the crowd tonight."

Johnny playfully punched his friend in the shoulder. "Yuta, they have names, bro."

"Whatever," Yuta shrugged as he turned his attention back to the crowd. "You know, the girl by the speakers and over to the left is... very nice. Just saying."

Johnny raised an eyebrow and scanned the crowd. It didn't take long to find the girl that Yuta was talking about; her flaming red hair tumbling down her back in thick curls. A striking blue strappy little top that barely covered her breasts.

"Nah dude, not my type," Johnny shrugged. "I prefer a girl with more substance." He tilted his head in the direction of the other dancers.

"The purple one?" Yuta asked.

"Red," Johnny replied as he began setting up another song.

"Oh... Oh!" Yuta looked at Johnny with a smug grin. "Now that's a pretty babe. Bam! Score one for Johnny."

"Yo, what the fuck," Doyoung butted in, "you have all the pretty ladies."

"Sorry, Mr. Sulky," Yuta stuck out his tongue. "Your dating game sucks."

Johnny laughed. "You just haven't met the one yet, Do."

"Probably never will," Doyoung grimaced and went back to his regular position, playing around with some of the lighting equipment.

Johnny smiled and shook his head at his friends' shenanigans. They were a bit immature and stupid at times, but he loved them like brothers. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the glimpse of the girl once again and he couldn't help the butterflies that formed in the pit of his stomach.

She caught him looking, and for the split second their eyes locked, the whole world seemed to move in slow motion.

Beautiful. She looked beautiful in the warm glow, sweat glistening lightly on her forehead, face flushed from dancing. Despite her makeup being a little smudged and messy, he thought it was cute. It made her real and adorable and hot all the same. Despite being surrounded by a mass amount of bodies, she stood out like a glittering diamond.

And for a split second, everything was right in his world.

If someone would have told him a year ago that he would fall in love at first sight, he would have laughed in their faces. He would have called bullshit, there was no way.

Turning his back slightly, he chuckled inwardly to himself. Johnny never had had such a strong physical attraction to a woman like this before. Sure, he was aware he was blessed with his looks, especially due to the numbers of fans and groupies he had garnered after the past gigs he had performed over the years. Beautiful women of all sizes often sought him out and flirted with him. If there wasn't much going on that night, he would find his way into the bed of a soft warm body, just for the comfort that nothing more, nothing less, could offer.

He didn't allow himself to get attached, to care too much or get too emotional. It was just one night, one or two evenings at best; but usually the passion lasted a few hours or sometimes throughout the night.

Johnny knew his limits and made sure he stuck within them. No kissing on the lips or cuddling the next morning. Breakfast and goodbyes were always offered at his door and after it closed, that was the end of it. Somewhere along the line, a few girls had his number and still tried to see him, others showed up at gigs he played hoping to see him, but his rules were airtight: no relationships, no commitments, no feelings.

Was his life lonely at times? Sometimes, but that's how Johnny liked it. Life was simpler, less complicated without a lover in his life. He wouldn't have had to make any excuses on where he was, or worry about what might happen if he wasn't at home when he said he would be. In fact, it was one of the reasons why he liked being a DJ; the world was too vast, too interesting, for him to stay still. And there was no need to check in with anyone, see if it was ok to go or ask for permission.

But maybe he wanted a change of scenery, just a bit. He desired to rest his head on something or someone warm, to tell them everything that ran through his head, to hold hands, share meaningful conversations. To have someone listen to him, give him a slice of normal in his ever-changing life.

And the feeling was almost stronger now, nearly overwhelming, as he stared at the girl before him.

The way his heart melted and the blood drained from his head down to his erection when this new beauty's gaze landed on him, it was an unfamiliar feeling. For all the groupies and attention he had received, he had never felt so entranced by someone, had wanted them so deeply, and so desperately. He wanted to meet her in the crowd, take her in his arms, dance with her, talk with her, listen to her, fuck her senselessly until they both couldn't stand and worship her gently afterwards like a queen.

He wasn't sure what she was doing here but he could care less what her plans were, as long as they involved him.

Her group laughed as they danced freely, and he watched carefully, mesmerized. He wanted to hear her laugh, wanted to be the reason why she laughed. His attention remained glued to this strange but beautiful new girl he had seen. Her gaze was focused back on the crowd, her attention away from him. Instead of feeling relieved, his muscles became tense at not being able to have her gaze rest upon him. He wanted to be the object of her attention. No matter how many times Johnny tried to focus his attention elsewhere, his thoughts would wander right back to her.

"Damn dude, I have never seen you look at someone like that before," Yuta pointed out after a short while.

"What are you saying?" Johnny kept his hands steady on the equipment in front of him.

"Just... you know what? Nothing," Yuta held up his hands in surrender. "I'll keep my observations to myself."

Johnny eyed Yuta carefully. "I am focusing on the crowd."

"Oh come on now, that cute brunette came right up and so did the red-head and you weren't the least bit interested. Are we changing things up now that you've got your eye on Little Miss Red Dress down there?"

Johnny rolled his eyes at Yuta's assumptions. "Dude, no. She's just...different, that's all."

"Uh-huh. Different," Yuta replied slowly, looking Johnny over with a raised eyebrow. "You really want to throw away all your freedom, Johnny?"

Johnny just shrugged, returning his gaze back to the red beauty dancing her heart out.

Who knows? Maybe she'll be a one-night stand.

Maybe she'll be something more.

Johnny smiled to himself as he focused on the music, allowing his senses to get lost in the rhythm, to become as one with the sounds around him. He mentally wished the girl's attention was back on him; but glancing over in her direction, she was consumed in an excited frenzy with her friends. And that was ok.

Some things would come, and some things would go.

He was certain he would see her around the resort.

"My neck hurts, my feet hurt," you complained the next morning. "My entire body hurts."

You moaned as you stretched and a feeling of delicious electricity sang from your muscles, making its way slowly to your spine and you sighed, your tense neck muscles finally releasing their tension. You were walking down one of the many pavillons lined along the white pebbled pathways. Sunlight dappled through the leafy trees, casting its rays along the pavement. The sun had risen high in the sky, and the breeze was soft; a perfect temperature to be out and about. The girls and you had stayed out late the previous night and now your entire body ached.

You're trying your hardest to keep up with the girls and for the life of you, you have no idea how they still have the energy to enjoy themselves. How can three women run on so little sleep and be so effortlessly productive with themselves? You shook your head slowly and took a deep breath. You could get through this.

You looked around, trying to find the girls but instead you ran into rock hard muscle. You stumbled, nearly falling down, but an arm shot out to steady you, grasping your forearm gently.

"Shit. I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," a deep voice rang out in front of you. "You okay?"

You looked up and you realized that you bumped into the DJ from last night and your eyes almost bulged out of your skull, cheeks burning and jaw dropping before you could stop yourself. This close up, the man looked downright edible. He wore a sleeveless hoodie and loose fit jeans; although casual, it barely covered his muscular physique.

"Uh, y-yeah, I'm fine," you stuttered before managing a small, friendly smile. His hand released your arm and his face split into a charming grin, making your knees almost give in. "My mind is elsewhere," you admitted, looking down a little embarrassed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other and avoiding his intense gaze. "I kind of lost my friends."

"Want me to join you in finding them?" He offered, tilting his head a little as he studied you. The innocent question made you freeze, heart skipping a beat and butterflies suddenly awakened in your tummy and you gave him an embarrassed glance. Not taking offense, he stepped aside and gestured for you to go first. "After you. I'm Johnny, by the way. Johnny Suh."

"Y/N," you returned the sentiment with a broad smile. Together, you continued along the path, keeping up with each other in a comfortable silence. Every now and then, you stole glances at him, eyes drifting appreciatively to his tattooed skin. "So... This isn't usually my thing, to be honest," you offered casually, attempting at some conversation. You tried not to act awkward and focus on something else besides his toned arms.

"What isn't your thing?" Johnny glanced down and furrowed his brows questioningly.

"This place," you shrugged sheepishly.

"Sun, the beach, resorts, food and alcohol? You're lying," Johnny chuckled at his own comment, making you snort a laugh, eyes glistening and a happy grin graced his lips. 

Oh my god, he's even more attractive, you thought. What was it about a good man with a sense of humour that just simply, utterly destroys you? You averted your gaze, not wanting to give yourself away, especially at how much you wanted to jump his bones.

"Ok, fine. Party-centric environments," you finally responded, deciding to joke. "Sowon, Jinhee and Mira are... into this kind of scene, and they sort of dragged me along."

"Well, aren't you lucky," Johnny nodded, turning to smile warmly at you. "Because if you weren't, I wouldn't be walking with such a beautiful woman right now."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," you try your best to snort in contempt, despite your stomach going crazy from his words.

"No, only the pretty ones," he chuckled, crossing his arms and giving you a sideways look.

You simply roll your eyes and shake your head, refusing to rise to the comment, and ignore the way your face warms. "Ok, so you're smooth with a sense of humour. Are you even real?"

A laugh rumbled through his chest, resonating through you. His laugh is clear and melodic, and completely honest. Unable to keep a straight face, you cracked a chuckle yourself. "So where are you from, Y/N? If you don't mind me asking."

"Chicago but I moved to Seoul for college and have been there ever since," you replied honestly.

"I'm from Chicago too!" He seemed genuinely excited. "I moved here a couple years back with a couple buddies. We got a pretty sweet set up going on. We often tour together, and we support each other," Johnny stopped suddenly, eyeing you up and down and making you want to sink into the ground. "How about you? What do you do?"

"I got a master's degree in business. But after a while, it all seems kinda... boring?" you shrugged. "I'm currently unemployed at the moment," you giggled at the absurdity of the conversation. "God, if my parents knew..."

"That's a bummer," Johnny said, wincing. "No one likes a desk-job."

"It was nice while it lasted," you let out a small laugh as you walked down the stone steps towards the town area. Just ahead, you could see Sowon and Mira at one of the smoothie bars chatting. "I have no idea what's going to happen, so I'm just living day by day."

"Why not live in the moment?" Johnny's low voice murmured into your ear, making you stiffen slightly, feeling a sudden flush of arousal between your legs. "Nothing bad comes from that."

"Uh... yeah," you smiled a little awkwardly as you were both nearing your destination. Your heart was beating wildly inside your chest. "So, where are you at in the hotel?"

"Not really at a hotel, actually. In the bungalows, right over there. Like, right by the beach," Johnny pointed in the general direction, but you nodded all the same. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason. Just curious," you stammered as you neared closer to your friends. You weren't sure what this fluttery feeling was, the strange warmth flooding through you, all because of him. Was it excitement? This... pull towards him? It's thrilling, you had to admit; the whole scenario was. Johnny was incredibly handsome, sexy even; especially the way the shirt clung to the toned muscles of his body, but despite his looks, he seemed really down-to-earth and nice as well.

And that was the charm that pulled you in.

You liked being around him, plain and simple. Even though you just met him, you felt a connection, almost as if you've known him for years. It was comfortable. And... dare you say, safe, almost? He is, however, still very much a stranger, you reminded yourself.

"Ok. Well, I guess this is where I leave you," Johnny looked at you, smirking a bit at the proximity the girls presented. "And hey, not sure if you heard but I'm DJ-ing again tonight at the party tent. You are, without a doubt, welcome to come and see me. Or meet me afterwards? Whichever you prefer." He stepped even closer and leaned in until he was practically whispering into your ear, making the tiny hairs on the back of your neck rise and your whole body flushes with electricity.

"Be a shame if I didn't see you there," he hummed and his warm, minty breath made you press your legs together tighter. It didn't help when he skimmed his fingers against your bare thigh as he withdrew. As he turned to leave, he waved goodbye and gave you a lop-sided, charming grin. You stared dumbstruck at him, still flushing, before forcing a natural smile and waving back a little, unsure and unsteady.

Your eyes remained rooted on Johnny until he was no longer visible amongst the crowd. Heart pounding against your ribcage, you turned and hastily found the girls.

"Um, hello, who was that sexy specimen you were walking with?" Mira made a flabbergasted, incredulous face, almost like she was being personally offended that you hadn't told her anything. You laughed and shook your head, smiling at their eagerness.

"That was the DJ from last night, right?" Jinhee asked, jumping up and down excitedly as her eyes sparkled mischievously. Sowon, ever vigilant and careful, rested her soft gaze on you and patiently waited for you to continue.

"Yeah, that was him," you replied, turning to Mira as you sat down next to her and ordered a round of smoothies for the table. "And yes, I bumped into him while looking for you guys. But, you know, a coincidence."

"One hell of a coincidence, considering he might be into you, Y/N," Mira emphasized her point, jabbing you on the shoulder.

"We were just talking," you rolled your eyes. "He said he's doing another set tonight and would love it if I came by to watch him."

"Of course he did," Sowon replied, arms crossed as she pondered for a second. "If you don't go, I will officially kick your ass."

"I swear..." you shook your head and buried your face into your hands, letting out a very heavy and annoyed sigh. "He could have just been really friendly. You can't possibly know his intentions."

"The DJ literally propositioned you. He's going to rock your shit tonight and god dammit you better let him," Jinhee ordered seriously. You shot daggers at Jinhee and shook your head disapprovingly, though giggling a little at her expression. The barista brought around the smoothies and you all eagerly grabbed your share. Jinhee immediately perked up at the sight and a light in her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Let's toast to Y/N. May you have a damn good fuck tonight," she winked at you playfully.

"Or... you know, to hopefully make a new friend? I like being friends first," you suggested, avoiding looking at anyone directly, secretly regretting your decision to tell them anything. Although flustered by Johnny, there was no denying you both clicked together so easily, but you decided to avoid any obvious physical attraction until you knew him a little better.

There was something familiar and easy-going about Johnny. You enjoyed being with him and wanting more felt exciting, intimate, and even scary. Never had you experienced a near-instantaneous connection with someone as you had with Johnny. And you wanted more of him, and more of his presence.

"Oh honey. I think his end-goal is to bury that pole so deep into you, you'd feel it in your toes," Mira punctuated the thought with a naughty smile. You blushed red and rubbed your hot face. The three women burst out in laughter and were unable to control themselves. You slowly melted into the ruckus; it was impossible not to join in.

Who was Johnny Suh, really? You'll soon find out, you promised yourself.

Johnny grinned as he pumped his fist to the beat, nodding his head in time as the crowd cheered and hollered as the music pounded through the speakers. Even in the tent, the atmosphere was loud, chaotic and primal and everyone was clearly having an amazing time.

His gaze landed on you for the upteenth time throughout the set. You were standing next to him with a group of other random girls since your friends clearly pushed you to do so. Dancing away, your face had gone a little flushed and you were laughing breathlessly; obviously a little tired, a tad bit tipsy, and totally happy. For most part of the night, you would casually meet his eyes and give him a warm smile whenever you noticed he was looking at you.

You were wearing another flowy sundress, this time yellow, and you looked nothing short of radiant. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since he saw you earlier that day and he found himself eagerly anticipating the moment you appeared. Of course, a few other girls had stepped up to the booth of their own accord, or by a friend's persuasion, but no one had turned him on as badly as you had. Their looks were attractive but the connection wasn't there. At least, not the same connection that he had with you.

Leaning towards your ear, he laughed at your deer-in-the-headlights look. "So, did your friends force you here?"

"Only a little," you shouted, unable to contain your smile.

"Lucky me, then," Johnny responded. "I'm glad you came by."

"Lucky me. I'm enjoying myself," you quickly grabbed a cup of tequila, sloppily pouring yourself a shot in the middle of all the noise, oblivious that Johnny's eyes wandered down your slender neck, and back to settle at the low dip of your dress, exposing enough cleavage.

"Glad I could make your night fun," he murmured teasingly.

"Please," you scoffed, giving him a playful smile, raising an eyebrow. "Don't get ahead of yourself." 

Johnny grinned boyishly, then turned his attention to the massive crowd beneath him, bobbing his head and making sure the next selection of tracks were perfect. The next song kicked in and the sea of bodies below leapt in the air and swayed and shouted loudly. You stopped dancing and leaned back a little, watching him work diligently at his decks and you fought the urge to bite your lip.

Without glancing back, he tilted his head towards you. "Want a picture?"

"Shit. Sorry!" You let out a small snicker, blushing a bit. "You'll think I'm a total creep if I admit I'm staring at your hands." 

He only grinned and shook his head, a very definite glint of appreciation evident in his eyes. Without another word, he kept working his magic, playing and sampling until your jaw literally fell. You noticed right away his entire energy changed the moment he started working. You really wanted to feel those hands on you, to explore your body, to guide you and show you what he could really do...

Damn, get your head out of the gutter.

After a few more songs, the thumping bass began to calm down a little, which in turn made the crowd respond slower. People danced at a slightly more-rested pace, making it a little easier for people who had been dancing the whole time to really appreciate the rest of the environment.

"Let's take a break!" Johnny grinned at you and gestured to the side area where no one was behind the curtain. "Come with me for a bit."

"What about your set?" You worriedly glanced over to the booth.

"My friend Yuta can hold the fort. He's excellent," Johnny offered his hand and you took it carefully, the warmth and hardness beneath his skin sending pleasant shivers up your arm. "Plus it's called 'taking a break' for a reason."

"Better enjoy it while I can," you responded playfully, although you couldn't hide the giddiness and the blush on your cheeks as he turned, guiding you away from the party atmosphere behind the privacy of the curtains and into a much quieter world. He led you away from the tent, and through the wooden decks, towards the empty beach. It was cooler as the temperature dropped, but somehow you weren't bothered. 

The sound of the ocean against the quiet night was relaxing, calming.

"As much as I like my sets, sometimes a man needs to breathe," Johnny said quietly and sat down, patting the spot beside him as an invitation for you to join him. Sitting down, you pulled your knees to your chest.

"Tell me about it. I'm still not used to this party scene," you confessed. "It's not what I'm most comfortable with."

"Yet it doesn't seem to put you off," he offered as he looked around.

"Trying to live a bit on the wild side. Spice things up, you know? I've always been a very introverted person. Not the social type," you played with the pebbles beside you, idly pushing the white stones out of the way and scratching at the dry sand beneath.

"Spice it up for what?" Johnny's curiosity got the best of him. He shifted closer and bent his head down.

"I usually don't share these things with guys I just meet," you laughed. "But I've been moping over an ex, kinda just having existential breakdowns here and there, generally feeling alone in the world, so I thought...you know... now or never. Do shit while I'm here, right?"

"What a life philosophy," Johnny chuckled softly and smiled. "What happened between you two?"

"It just wasn't meant to be, I guess," you shrugged your shoulders as you hugged your knees a little tighter. "He cheated on me and pretty much made me look like a fucking fool, so that got me in the worst mental place imaginable. Took a lot of effort to get over the bullshit."

"People are assholes," Johnny agreed. "Is that why you travelled all the way out here, to forget it?"

You laughed ironically, looking up at the cloudless sky above. "Sort of. Definitely to get away. And, because my friends wanted an all-girls trip, and we did just that. There's no need to complain," you finished happily. Johnny's eyes lingered at the serene smile upon your lips and the wind swept a piece of hair from your shoulder, making him burn and want all the more for you.

The atmosphere was peaceful and it didn't take long for him to want to kiss you; you were beautiful in every sense of the word, and you were completely in your element, whether you were aware of it or not.

"Why do you travel the world, Johnny? Are you running away from something?" You looked down and at him, curious. It was Johnny's turn to laugh, and he averted his gaze, hiding his face a little.

"Always been like this. I was pretty wild, partied too much. Had a good ear for music, a natural talent," he scratched his cheek lightly. "Some people we went to school to better themselves and grew up and got normal jobs. I'm afraid I chose the reckless route. Good music makes a good party and a good party means a lot of money."

"You were a bit of a deviant," you teased.

"For a very, very long time," he nodded, turning to face you. He searched your gaze thoughtfully, pausing and seemingly pondering.

The air had become a little tense, and you could see a small furrow between his eyebrows, shifting ever so slightly at whatever emotion was going through him. You stayed silent as you shifted a little closer, resisting the urge to trace the details of his chiselled jaw and soft lips with your fingertips. His eyes flickered at the sudden closeness between you both.

"I don't think you're as bad as you claim, Johnny," you decided softly, lowering your gaze to your fidgeting fingers.

"You think so?" He murmured, barely above a whisper. "I've been thinking about settling down somewhere. Want to try and see how a normal life can work out, you know?"

"You? Settling down? What a funny thought," you chuckled teasingly, and was rewarded by his beautiful grin.

"Scary, isn't it?" Johnny laughed. "I like the tours and the parties, the music, but I'm not getting any younger. And... it can be lonely, you know? Sure, I have my friends but there are times when I crave a closer, stronger connection with someone. Someone that can listen to me, understand me and know all my thoughts, but not care because they still like me anyway, flaws and all," he admitted carefully, glancing at you for a brief moment, before his eyes drop back to your hands.

"Whoever dates you, will be an incredibly lucky person," you whispered earnestly, staring intently at him. You bit your lip shyly at the compliment. "It sounds... amazing. And fun. The person you're searching for is probably out there. Somewhere."

"I can only hope," his lips twisted into a gentle, warm smile. You felt Johnny's hand rest against your cheek, rubbing along your smooth, soft skin. Trembling, goosebumps littered your skin as his fingertips moved to tilt your chin up. His eyes darkened, pupils blown with desire as his thumb ran over your bottom lip, pulling it lightly down. Then he leaned forward, and his mouth captured yours.

Your eyelids fluttered closed and your hand rested against his muscled chest, feeling his steady heartbeat as his palm cupped your jaw. Warm and inviting, and soft, the press of Johnny's lips to your own became gentler before he withdrew carefully. Looking into your eyes, the lust and longing was evident in the shimmer of his own.

"Was that ok?" He asked, his rough voice tinged with raw restraint.

"Of course," you whispered, leaning in again and pulling him down by the hem of his shirt, placing another soft kiss on his delectable lips. Johnny didn't need any more encouragement. He drew himself in, clasping your waist and lifting you smoothly onto his lap, effectively positioning you on him. Surprised, you gasped at his brazen move. "Here? On the beach?"

Johnny grinned. "No one would find us unless they decided to take a midnight stroll. We can always stop," his large hands slowly moved to stroke your thighs. The touch burned into your flesh and made your head spin as his fingers dug into the smoothness of your skin.

Unsure, you didn't know how to reply; the thought of someone catching you didn't bother you at all, nor did the idea of it excite you. All you wanted was Johnny, Johnny, and more of his consuming heat and kisses. In an attempt to settle your growing nerves and butterflies, you lightly trailed your fingertips along his big arms, taking in the muscular beauty beneath the canvas of intricate and breathtaking tattoos.

You felt your courage rising and were growing increasingly aroused under his dark, half-lidded stare. There was no denying the effect his close proximity and smoldering gaze had on you. "What are we doing, Johnny? We just met," you whispered, the tension suddenly filling the space around you both.

"But our chemistry's off the charts," Johnny's gentle voice whispered into your ear and you shivered at the husky timbre, not bothering to hide the effect of his words. Leaning forward, he placed feather-light kisses along the column of your throat.

"You're only saying that because of what we're doing," you attempted to convince yourself. What was the rational decision at this moment? Your fingers were caressing his chiseled jaw, unable to stop, and unsure if you wanted to be stopped.

Johnny finally kissed you, slow and sweet, and your hand clutched the material of his shirt as you eagerly replied. Rough palms cupped your ass and squeezed your curves, grinding his hips against yours and you moaned into his mouth, pleasure pooling deep inside as an ache began to throb between your legs. His mouth left yours to slowly trace a path down to your collarbone, deliberately leaving light love bites, making you whimper and push your chest against his hot mouth.

"Just say stop, and I'll stop," Johnny pulled back to search your glazed eyes, seeing nothing but lust reflected there. "But fuck me, I hope you don't," he breathed softly.

"Johnny," you gasped softly, relishing in the way he kissed you so passionately, his hard and toned body melting against your softer, curvier frame. Gazing deeply into the caramel depths of his eyes, your head was swimming and your heart was fluttering. Kissing Johnny, and kissing him harder, you decided you weren't stopping. 

Not now. 

Not anymore.

"I've wanted to do this ever since I laid eyes on you," Johnny groaned as he gently pushed the hem of your dress up until the lacy edges of your black underwear were on show. He ran his fingers along the seams and he teased you by rolling and palming a thumb against the wet silk covering your clit. The friction made you moan wantonly, bucking into his waiting hand.

"Me too," you admitted breathlessly as his fingers slipped past the lacy fabric. "I wanted you from the second I saw you." You couldn't stop the words tumbling out, high off the way his thick fingers worked between the slippery folds. He found your clit and drew small, light circles until you were gasping and squirming.

"Then stay with me," Johnny moaned, gripping your jaw tightly with his other free hand. 

"Like, right here?" You managed a laugh, gyrating your hips onto his fingers and crying out, reveling at how fantastic he felt as he continued to send soft tingles up and down your spine.

Johnny chuckled, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive patch of skin near your throat. Suddenly, you felt his thick fingers dip inside of you and the fullness made you buckle. Pressing your forehead against his shoulder, you breathed a few shaking breaths, barely registering the cool night air as he pumped into you languidly.

"Damn, why not," Johnny groaned, drawing back and grinning. You whined at the lack of his warmth and you were left wanting more. You buried your face into his neck, embarrassed at the display, kissing and licking his heated skin until a low hiss escaped through his teeth. In response, his pace increased as he found an extremely pleasurable spot.

Then, without warning, he withdrew and he lowered his hand and unbuckled his trousers, causing you to hold your breath. He pulled his zipper down and his boxers, releasing his thick, heavy cock, long and bobbing. You couldn't help but watch in lust and awe. Even as you glanced back up to him, you saw his gaze darkened and a sly, naughty smile dancing along his lips.

"Don't look so surprised," he spoke carefully, his hands gripping your waist firmly and moving you up into a better position. You obeyed without thinking, guided by his soft touches and gentle grip. Slipping your panties to the side, you steadied his length beneath you and easily sank yourself, moaning with pleasure and feeling almost high as he entered, stretching and filling you to the brim. The thickness alone sent shivers of delight coursing through your veins. You love the feeling of being filled by him. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so full. "I can make you feel so damn good."

"Oh god," was all you were able to gasp out, tilting your head back in wonderment. Johnny left one hand at the base of your spine to support you and bring you up and down as you rode him, ensuring your hips never lost pace, while the other rested against the back of your scalp, fingers burying into the silky strands of your hair as he tipped your head forward.

It was a slow yet intoxicating kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He let out a moan as your fingers delved into his hair, pulling tightly as his mouth moved to trace a soft line of butterfly kisses down your jaw and neck. You knew the power behind that kiss wasn't just the feeling of want, need and desire and it was the silent promise, a want for you and you alone.

In that moment, it felt like nothing in the entire world mattered except for this.

"You're driving me crazy," you let out. Never had you felt this passionate attraction towards someone, and you found the sensations overwhelming. Yet, rather than pull away, you yearned to have this and experience all of him.

"It's mutual," Johnny moaned against the flushed skin of your neck. And before you knew it, you let out an appreciative sigh as his hot tongue glided along the column of your throat, trailing down the front, teasingly across the top of your breasts and drawing patterns as his hand explored the soft mounds beneath.

"Don't stop," you panted as he thrust up into you harder, the friction, heat and passion mounting. His touch alone was enough to stimulate your senses beyond repair; you just couldn't fathom that someone could set your whole body on fire by simply touching, caressing and kissing you everywhere.

"I won't," Johnny replied, the arousal and desire clear as day across his striking features, pulling back his head to marvel at the way your body moved perfectly against his, the way you clenched around his cock and gripped his shoulder.

You grasped onto his broad shoulders and let yourself fall deeper into ecstasy as you both moved in unison. Johnny shifted slightly and his tip brushed against that wondrous sweet spot. The sudden contact forced a loud, shameless moan that escaped your lips, and you both chuckled and shared a gaze that spoke more than a thousand words.

Johnny's arms supported you as you shuddered and clenched around his hard member, finding the angle where you needed it most. Bouncing harder, faster, and leaning onto him, your hair grazed the side of his forehead as you both breathed heavily, sharing moans, gasps, and blissful sighs as you chased your high.

"Johnny... fuck..." you moaned, shutting your eyes tightly and breathing deeply.

"Be a good girl and cum for me," Johnny urged, and the need and desperation was clear in his voice as he moved one hand to stroke your sensitive, swollen clit. Your insides tensed and coiled, and your nails dug deeply into the warm, bare skin of his muscular arms. Reaching your peak, you moaned his name over and over like a broken mantra and seeing you come undone, Johnny let go as well and released a broken groan of pleasure, and with one final thrust, he emptied himself within.

Breathless, you rested your head on his shoulder. Both sweaty and trembling, Johnny allowed a grin to grow on his face. Before you could find a reply, he pulled you into another intimate, tender and gentle kiss. "We have all night, you know."

"What about your set? Shouldn't we go back soon?" You asked as you suddenly came back to earth, giggling slightly.

"They'll be fine. Yuta knows what he's doing," He smirked cheekily and slowly pulled out. Pulling your panties back in place, you smoothed your dress down and shifted off of his lap, sitting properly beside him. Johnny tucked himself back into his boxers and stood up with a smug, satisfied smile, grasping your hand and pulling you up. "Let's have tonight and not worry about tomorrow."

You bit your lip and nodded, allowing him to guide you to his bungalow and take you for a second round. And a third.

The following months had gone by quickly and you still couldn't get over the fling that happened between you and that irresistible DJ.

Sure it was just one night but the memory of the intimacy, the passion and the desire were still fresh in your mind. You thought often about that hot encounter as you still hadn't quite forgotten the night on the beach. It was still vivid and there would sometimes be moments when you would catch yourself daydreaming, mentally reliving the way his fingers and lips touched you, especially on quiet nights at the cafe with friends or during slow hours when business was dead.

Smiling as you relived the precious vacation with your friends, you flipped through the countless photos on your camera, laughing and sobbing, then giggling and feeling dumb. It had been half a year since you last saw Johnny, and it would probably be an entire year before you'd see him again. After all, he travelled the world all the time, bouncing from one stage to the next.

As soon as you returned to Seoul, reality settled. Life moved on, and it was business as usual. While it was fun, and an absolute dream to have had such an incredible and wild fling with a guy so hot and passionate, life changed after the memories faded into what really mattered.

You managed to find another job at an office, this time as a higher level administrative assistant, although that came with more responsibilities and deadlines and working longer hours than ever before. After all, bills didn't pay themselves and you would definitely need to splurge now that you were suddenly single again.

It was mid-afternoon when you settled into the seat next to Mira, chattering excitedly as she talked about a new club opening downtown. "Are you free tonight?" She asked hopefully, stirring her iced coffee.

"Maybe. I have loads of work," you frowned.

"Come on, doll. You and work. It's like you're an old married couple," Mira complained and sighed, seeing the deep frown on your face.

"I hate being an adult sometimes," you frowned, Sowon patting your back.

"Only sometimes?" Sowon joked dryly.

"Most of the time," you grinned. 

Jinhee pouted. "Will you please come with us? It will do you good to get out more. Do we have to drag you out again?"

"It's not good for the mind," Mira added wisely.

"I know. It's so boring and…" you started saying, until a dark shape passed the window. A large moving truck, boxes, and moving men. Some furniture. Looking outside, you noticed a man standing near the truck holding one end of a couch while another helper struggled with the other end. It didn't escape you that the man appeared huge in a way that made your breath hitch, and that familiar head of silky black hair.

He wore a deep blue silk shirt with a chunky white printed collar that didn't hide his golden skin, even from afar. The muscular frame of a well-built body underneath was easy to identify too, and somehow all those hot memories rushed back.

"Oh god," you muttered.

"Y/N? Y/N? Are you in there?" Jinhee chuckled. "Is everything alright? What are you staring at?"

"Oh my god!" You cried out, getting up from your seat and moving towards the cafe doors. Ignoring your confused friends' puzzled looks, you pushed open the doors and dashed out.

A lot of questions buzzed through your head, but the urgency to run and approach him was greater than anything else. Would it be bad if you ran right up to him and smothered him with kisses? Probably. Would it be bad if he rejected you? Definitely. And... would he even remember you?

"Hey," a gruff voice said softly from behind.

You jumped, letting out a surprised yelp as you whipped your head around. Upon seeing his face close up again, you were instantly hit by a sudden wave of hot memories. Heat made its way up to your face and you blushed from embarrassment.

How could anyone forget that face? It had been six months, but you would recognize it anywhere. Those beautiful, brown eyes gazing at you, tender and hopeful. That full mouth, making all sorts of naughty promises. And his thick locks, disheveled and sexy.

How did he look as perfect as that one night you met him? You had no idea. Maybe everything was just a dream. It was definitely too good to be true. But here, seeing him again... somehow everything felt right, like the gears had clicked into place. His simple presence eased the loneliness in your heart, and it only made you long for him more than ever.

"Hi," you replied weakly, suddenly aware of your fast heartbeat.

Johnny grinned widely, walking closer to you as he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "What's wrong? It's like you've seen a ghost."

"Oh. Just wondering if I would run away. Or hug you. Either one," you managed to grin, blushing harder. The smell of him and the way his scent lingered around you felt comfortable and nostalgic. The warmth was a familiarity that you had no idea you craved again until it happened, and you wanted to fall headfirst back into it.

"Well, are you going to do either one? I wouldn't mind the second," there was a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Hmm..."

Johnny couldn't help but laugh as he stepped forward again, approaching your still form. Then, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him and hugging you.

"Yeah, this feels more like it," Johnny's voice vibrated through him, his touch alone bringing up overwhelming, vivid flashbacks. It was almost as if time had stopped in that small space, and everything blurred out of focus and only your mind processed his scent, his warmth, and his embrace. "Miss me?"

You clutched his shirt tightly and leaned your cheek against the hard muscles beneath, giggling madly at the sudden flurry of happiness enveloping you. "I can't believe you're here."

"Surprise," he laughed.

"I had no idea you were moving out here. Since when did you put down roots? With... neighbors and paying taxes and everything? I didn't think it was your style," you said curiously, pulling back to admire him up close.

"It's definitely not," Johnny snorted. "But I told you I moved around too much and thought the constant living out of a suitcase was finally getting to me."

"Is that so?" you said.

Johnny tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Well, I had to put down the roots somewhere."

"And that led you here," you breathed. "Are you close?"

Johnny looked up at the building behind him. "Just moved into the building right here. Third floor, 18C."

"Really? I live on the sixth floor. Apartment 23B" your heart skipped a beat.

"Damn, that's close too," he mused.

"Very," you let out a small laugh. "The odds..."

"Life can be amusing," Johnny chuckled, his big hand closing around yours. "After meeting you, I got to thinking about priorities. Wondered what the future looked like. Then, I thought about you. Maybe being just a bit self-indulgent can't be that bad, huh?"

"Nope. It definitely isn't," you giggled, gripping his hand tightly. Gazing up into the pool of rich, dark caramel, a warm fuzzy sensation pooled deep inside your stomach.

"Your friends are staring," Johnny whispered in your ear, making your knees weak.

Looking over his shoulder, you saw the three women watching your exchange. They averted their gaze quickly and all of them suddenly had a keen interest in their coffee. Your entire face warmed in a crimson blush and you hid your face against his chest again, smelling that wonderful musk and spice coming off him.

"Let's give them a show," he laughed, dipping his head down to kiss you, ignoring your small protests, holding you tightly as you giggled against his lips.

"What are we doing?" you murmured against his lips, kissing him back. "Are we really doing this again?"

"Something like that," Johnny grinned back. "But this time, with more nights and mornings."

"And everything else in between?" You added jokingly.

Johnny shrugged and pretended to frown. "Unfortunately."

"Good. You wouldn't want to get rid of me now, would you?" You teased, draping your arms around his neck.

The grin returned. "Hell no. One night was never enough."

There was no response or argument, no hesitation. He had shown up back into your life, having been hundreds and thousands of miles away, and it didn't seem at all far-fetched now as he stood here with his arms wrapped firmly around you.

It may have seemed sudden, or fast, or simply just impulsive and reckless, but it didn't feel wrong, and at least for this moment, nothing was going to change the fact that it felt very, very right. A rush of happiness engulfed you and your heart was lighter than it ever had been in a very long time.