#onlinesex

—Wooyoung isn't coming today. Seems like his date with the cute guy is going in a good direction —he followed her to his room, seeing through the corner of his eye how she took her coat off—. And Mingi is going to stay with Yunho, since Iseul went back to visit her family. 

—That means we're alone tonight...

—Yup, the house is all ours —he gracefully confirmed, slipping his jacket through his arms—. Although it seems like you've thought of something already. 

His comment laced with the way her fingers traced the curve of the mic on his desk, glancing a malicious look at him. Her eyes were tempting when they narrowed that way, with her lips curving up in that usual shape that had his knees going weak. 

—Did you record the video for this week? —she asked. 

—Not yet. 

She typed in his computer with his answer, unlocking the screen and clicking straight on the icon she had seen him click on before whenever they were together in his place and he used that time to film. Despite all being fake, those few times she found herself pressing her thighs together, looking for relief and earning a mischievous look from him before he continued with his thing. All those times, he ended closing the app and joined her in bed to do to her everything he narrated. 

That time, and with everything going on in her head moving aside to give space to that idea, she wanted to lead one of those recordings with him. Carrying out the promise they both made when they started speaking. 

San walked to her, intrigued by her idea, and too enchanted to move his attention anywhere else that wasn't her. 

Rubbing her fingers with his, he pushed her hand away to click on the recording. His tongue traced her upper lip, before making its way in her mouth in a hungry kiss that almost made her lose her balance. 

His fingers gripped on her hips over her blouse, asking her to take it off without emitting any sound other than a groan when she bit his lips. In front of his desk, they both took off each other's clothes slowly, until they were just covered by their underwear. 

Her hands moved up the waistband of his boxers, touching his subtly-marked abs, moving past his sensitive nipples -earning a squirm from him- before moving her hands away from his wide shoulders, reaching the headphones that were placed over the mic support. 

She had watched him for long enough to know what he used those headphones for, and she was so ready to use them on him. And there wasn't a better moment than that one, sure they'd help to erase any thought in his mind that wasn't her. 

Her tongue licked his jawline, reaching her earlobe, and biting on it. His breath fell heavily on her hair, moving her locks with it. For a second, she could feel his pulse against her muscle, a bit faster than usual. And she couldn't imagine the speed it had reached when she sat in front of his at the edge of his bed, and pulled down his boxers. 

The microphone was moved down, left at the same level as her mouth, before she started licking the tip. He felt so hard, yet at the same time so soft when she first took him in her mouth, knowing it'd take him seconds to be hard and thick in a matter of seconds. 

That day, everything felt multiplied per ten. The way her lips around him felt even more powerful with the clear sounds he heard through his headphones. Every groan and moan while her head bowed all over his length, the few reflex gags that made her throat close around his tip when she took in too much... hell, he could even hear the way some lines of saliva piled up on the corners of her mouth, while his moans were overheard. 

His hand, whose only role was to stroke her head as support, tensed when her fingers cupped his balls, making his cock twitch in a reflex. 

—My turn —he groaned, pulling from some of her locks to move her head back, mesmerized by the way her lips were still connected to him by the thin string of saliva. 

When he tried to clean it, Y/n skillfully moved her tongue up, licking his thumb while her eyes penetrated through his. 

—Fuck, babe. If you keep looking at me that way, I'll end up fucking you so hard against the bed you'll start seeing stars —he bent over—. I'd eat you out until you only see white, anyway. 

—Good —she smirked—, because that's the only good way I expect you to fuck me tonight. 

She unclasped her bra, but before she could take it off, San's lip fell adamant on hers, possessive and authoritative. He helped her get naked through the kiss, dragging her to the edge as much as possible and pushing her body to the mattress so she'd be lying up. 

—Why don't you take a pic of me? —her head tilted to the side, with the amount of time he took admiring every corner of her naked body. 

—I want to, I will —he nodded—, but when you're so fucked up you can't even recognize yourself.

Years had a way of adding quiet resilience to life, and for Y/n, that resilience had blossomed into something extraordinary. She leaned back in her chair, gazing out over the city from her office -a corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a view of the skyline she'd worked so hard to reach. Her name, now etched on the company's door, replaced her father's and now held weight in an industry she'd grown to respect and shape. Being named leader had been a victory she once might have thought out of reach, yet now, she wore it with confidence, having earned every inch of ground beneath her feet.

The office door opened, and a familiar presence slipped in. San was there, still dressed in his work jacket, the insignia of his team's department neatly embroidered on his pocket. He now led the engineering team, a promotion he'd humbly accepted with a knowing smile -a smile that still made her heart race.

—Have time for a break, CEO? —he asked, eyes glinting with the same mischievous warmth she'd come to know all too well. He slid a takeaway coffee across her desk, precisely the way she liked it, and leaned against the edge of her desk.

Y/n looked up at him, a grin playing on her lips after she gave a quick glance to the ring on the finger on his left hand.

—Only if my chief engineer is joining me.

—Honestly, husband sounds way better —he complained, eyebrows slightly frowning while his lips pursed.

—I know —she giggled.

Their wedding picture on the upper right corner of her table confirmed it for her.

—I just came to check on you —he said with a chuckle, lifting his own coffee—. There's a project presentation this afternoon with my team. I swear, if I have to explain circuit integration one more time...

—I'm paying you for that —she joked, earning a roll of his eyes—. You're the only one who explains it well, so it actually makes sense —she reached out to straighten the collar of his jacket.

They sat in comfortable silence, sipping their coffee, as the office settled into its steady hum around them. Those small moments in the middle of their busy lives had become their grounding force. They worked alongside each other every day now, often passing in hallways or brushing shoulders in meeting rooms. But San was always there, a solid presence and her closest confidant. Together, they'd found balance, each thriving in their own way.

San cleared his throat, breaking the quiet.

—I was thinking... maybe after the presentation, we could get away for a weekend? Just us. It's been a while.

Y/n's face lit up. They had built a life filled with responsibility and ambition, but those moments where they simply were -no titles, no pressure- had become the highlights of every year. And while they tried to get the most out of those little moments, they knew soon it'd be impossible for them to get them.

—I'd love that —she replied softly—. Just say where, and I'm on your truck with two suitcases.

He reached for her hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles over her knuckles.

—We've come a long way, haven't we?

—It's been crazy —she nodded—. I still can't believe all of this started because of a text —she laughed—. Feels like a lifetime ago.

Felt like a lifetime ago, and thinking deep about it, it had already been ten years since their bond became stronger after that incident in the hospital.

San's smile softened.

—Well, I wouldn't change a single thing —he grimaced—. I just can't believe all of this is due to those porn videos. Should we tell Savannah?

—Let's not... By the way, Savannah? —she looked almost offended by that name— Always thinking of names, and that's the one you chose?

—I like it —he shrugged.

—Try again.

—Georgia? That was Wooyoung's pick.

She shook her head again, almost showing off how disgusted she was by that option.

—We'll have time to come up with one name —she assured him.

—Not this weekend though. This weekend will only be ours. No kids' names, no families, no friends, no work.

Just as he said it, the phone on her desk buzzed. Her assistant's voice came through, reminding her of the afternoon meeting. Y/n sighed, squeezing his hand once more before standing, San following suit, moving a little bit faster to be able to help her get up from her place. Despite her clothes getting baggier, the belly bump was getting more evident every day.

As they walked toward the door, she turned to him.

—I know I'm pregnant, but I still can walk.

—I know, but I like taking care of my wife and my -still without a name- daughter.

Y/n rolled her eyes this time, trying to hide the smile that was starting to form on her face after he pronounced those words. They sounded so good with his voice...

—I think it'll be a good idea for you to come to the meeting as well —she suggested—. I'll be missing for a few days when I give birth, so it'll be good for you to know about those things in case something comes up. And, even after I recover, I think it’ll be nice for one of us to be here while the other stays home with the baby.

San nodded, his gaze filled with a quiet pride and a love that had only deepened over the years, accepting how she kept involving him in the company matters.

—Whatever my baby wants —he whispered, leaning in for a quick kiss before he pushed the door with his free hand, while the other remained on her shoulders.

And as Y/n walked back into her conference room, shoulders straight, head held high, she couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude. They were right where they were meant to be: leading together, side by side -two halves of a whole. Ready to keep building the future they'd fought so hard to create, ready to form that family they were dreaming of creating, ready to confront all the obstacles and spend all of their lives together through everything. 

THE END.

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San's eyes fluttered open to a world painted in stark whites and soft blues, the scent of antiseptics filling the air. His head felt heavy, his body oddly light, and the faint, persistent ache in his side quickly reminded him of what had happened.

Blinking to clear his vision, he saw Y/n sitting beside him, her fingers gently weaving through his hair in slow, rhythmic strokes. Her eyes were focused on him, full of worry and warmth, a soft but strained smile appearing as she noticed he was awake.

—Hey —she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, as though she was afraid any louder might hurt him.

Her smile was cautious, trying to mask how scared she was since he first closed his eyes. Feeling a wave of relief washing over her when his eyes shined as soon as he saw her. San tried to sit up, but the sharp pain in his side made him wince. Y/n's hand immediately moved to his shoulder, urging him to stay down.

—Easy —she said softly—. The doctor said you need to rest, don't force your body.

He let out a shaky breath, resting back against the pillow, his gaze fixed on her face. There were faint traces of exhaustion in her eyes, like she hadn't slept at all. Her other hand held onto his tightly, as if she was afraid he'd vanish if she let go.

—How long have I...? —he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.

—A few days —she brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, her thumb lingering in his skin—. They had to take you into surgery right after the... Well, right after everything. Thank god you were already in the hospital when it happened, otherwise...

Her voice lost power just at the memory of the doctor's words, forcing a smile again so he wouldn't notice how much it affected her.

—They managed to stabilize you, and the surgery went well —she assured him.

San felt a wave of relief wash over him at the sound of her voice, grounding him even as the memories of the incident flashed in his mind.

—Are you okay? —he asked, his eyes searching hers— What happened with her?

—I'm okay —Y/n gave a small nod, but he could see the heaviness she was carrying—. Wooyoung and Jongho managed to reduce her and keep her here the minute the cops took to come. It's finally over —she smiled.

Her thumb moved over his cheekbone, getting him to instantly close his eyes by feeling the tenderness of her touch.

—You saved my life, San —her voice broke slightly.

San tried to smile, reaching up with his free hand to cover hers as she moved her hand a bit upper to run her fingers through his hair.

—I'd do it again in a heartbeat. You know that —he sighed—. It was about time I was what you deserved.

Y/n's hand trembled slightly beneath his. She looked down, biting her lip as she tried to keep her emotions in check.

—You've always been what I deserved —her voice cracked again, and she let out a shaky laugh, brushing away a tear that slipped down her cheek—. You're not allowed to scare me like that again. You can't leave me, in any way.

—I'm not going anywhere —San felt his heart twist, and he tightened the grip on her hand—. Never. I want to be with you forever, Y/n.

For a moment, the only sound was the soft beeping of the machines around them. Y/n leaned down, pressing her forehead gently against his, closing her eyes as though she needed the closeness as much as he did.

—That's great, because I don't know what I'd do without you —she whispered, her voice full of vulnerability.

He could feel the weight of her words, and he knew -he knew how much they'd been through, how hard things had been. But looking up at her now, he felt a renewed determination, a certainty that he would never let anything come between them again.

San moved his hand weakly to her neck, making sure she wouldn't move when he moved his head up to link their lips together. Softly, she pushed him back to the bed, being the one bending over so he wouldn't make any effort while she kissed him slowly and carefully.

—Are we interrupting something? —Mingi asked from the door.

They both smiled against each other's lips when they heard the sound coming from his group of friends, forced to move away from each other just so they could face the teasing they all had prepared for San.

—Tell me when you aren't interrupting something —San rolled his eyes.

—Yeah, that'd actually be a better question —Yeosang patted his back, moving past him to head to the bed—. How are you?

—I was fine, but now I'm seeing the headache coming.

Shortly after, his bed was surrounded by the people he appreciated the most, trying to play around, making an effort to cheer him up. Until a short silence started breaking through their conversation, with the welcome of some shut down laughs.

—By the way —Mingi continued—, I want to apologize. To you two. If I hadn't let Jen get into my life that way...

—Mingi, don't do this —San cut him off.

—It wasn't your fault —Y/n seconded—. She played everyone, she used you. You're a victim as well, not the one to blame.

—It's just... when I met her at that car event, she seemed into me when I approached her —he shrugged—. I'd have never thought she wasn't into me.

—Well, you're missing two things, and three other things to spare —Yunho commented.

—What happened with her? —Hongjoong curiously asked.

—She was arrested for stalking, threats, breaking and entering, and attempted murder —her fingers played with the white sheet that covered San—. And now that I think about it, it all makes sense. She was the one who kept sending in those bouquets, even when they got blocked by security if they came from external services, and the cops confirmed the bouquet she brought me was from the same shop she sent all those notes from. She had access to my apartment keys, because I left my bag here unsupervised when she was in her place. She knew about my illness because she had access to my schedule... I trusted her to that extent, and I didn't think she'd ever use all that trust against me. Out of all the people... —San's grip on her hand became tighter.

—Good thing is that it's over —Seonghwa said.

And both of them agreed with that. It was about time they both could go on with their day without worrying about a text that could or could not come, or thinking about the fact of being targeted constantly without knowing the reason or the person pointing at them. It was a dark chapter, indeed, but it was finally over.

San adjusted his jacket as he stepped out of the car, eyes taking in the warm glow spilling from Y/n's windows. A sense of calm settled over him -something he hadn't felt in months. The hospital stay was finally behind him, and though he'd insisted he didn't need a special welcome, part of him was undeniably curious about the way Y/n had been unusually secretive all day.

She helped him get out, not needing to hear the first grunt coming out of his lips to go to his rescue by surrounding the car.

They both walked together toward the door of the parking lot, with San finding an excuse to pull her closer in a hug when they stepped in the elevator.

—Be careful —she giggled, caressing his side.

—I'm fine —he assured her, kissing her cheeks first—. I'll be able to handle it.

Another giggle escaped her lips when his lips dug through her hair, kissing her jaw to get her to squirm in his arms. Although any advance was stopped with a soft whine, one of his hands leaving her body to hold onto the stitched wound.

—I told you to take it easy —she reproached him.

—I can't help it —he mumbled—. I've been dying to be alone with you.

As much as he appreciated the visits he kept receiving, there wasn't a single time he was able to enjoy Y/n's company by himself. Whenever they were enjoying the peaceful and quiet time, someone broke into his room with a box of chocolates or a huge bouquet of flowers that gave him more than one nightmare. And if it wasn't a visit, it was the doctor or the nurse showing up out of nowhere.

—You'll be alone with me enough time to get sick of me —she assured him—, so let's go step by step.

He stepped through the front door, greeted by the delicate scent of herbs and spices. To his surprise, her bed was moved to the middle of the living room, right where the wide coach was placed.

—Welcome home —she murmured, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek, before she helped him make his way down the two steps in the entrance.

He looked around the place, feeling the familiar warmth of its embrace, feeling confused by how it looked even more welcoming than he remembered.

—You really went all out —he whispered, his voice tinged with awe as he looked over her shoulder.

The dining table was set with neatly folded napkins, a few candles waiting to be lit to cast a gentle glow, and an assortment of his favorite dishes laid out in serving platters. She prepared everything before he went to pick him up, hopeful that his welcome would feel like the warmest embrace.

—Why's the bed there?

—Coming up and down from my room, while you're still in this state, isn't the best of ideas. I called to get the bed moved down and, once you recover, I'll call again to get it back in my room. And about the food... —Y/n pulled back, brushing a hand down his arm—. Our parents will come tonight —she said, a slight smile playing on her lips—. After everything... I thought maybe we could have a chance to start fresh.

Just then, the doorbell rang, startling him. Y/n's expression shifted into an almost mischievous grin, and before he could ask who else was coming, she was at the door, pulling it open.

His parents were standing there, dressed in their best, with soft smiles and warm eyes that hadn't yet shaken their worry from his recent stay in the hospital. Behind them were Y/n's parents, looking equally surprised but visibly touched by the invitation.

His eyes shifted back to Y/n, who shrugged, her smile gentle.

—I thought we could introduce everyone, officially —she said, lacing her fingers through his.

San's chest swelled with a happiness so complete he felt lightheaded. He squeezed her hand, nodding.

—It's more than okay —he replied, guiding her back into his arms for a moment, feeling the soft hum of laughter from their families as they stepped inside.

The dinner unfolded beautifully, with shared stories and light banter, the kind that only family could bring. His mother and Y/n's mother laughed over childhood tales, each adding details to paint fuller, more vivid memories. Their fathers exchanged knowing glances, each sensing their children had found something special, something worth holding on to.

Toward the end of the meal, as plates were cleared and glasses clinked in cheers, Y/n took his hand under the table, her gaze catching his with a smile that held a quiet promise, a deep-rooted happiness.

—Thank you so much —he whispered to her, and she nodded, her fingers tracing gentle circles on the back of his hand.

When the night wrapped up and they were finally alone, Y/n looked up at him, her face soft with the glow of candlelight. San kissed her slowly, taking every chance to taste her as if it had been years since he last got the chance to live that privilege.

San leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

As they stood together in the quiet of the empty dining room, surrounded by the remnants of the night's laughter and love, they both felt it -the peace of a new beginning, shared together.

Y/n moved her arms up high again, around his shoulders, standing on her tip toes to kiss him again. It was slow, passionate, it was intimate, it revealed all of the secret feelings they didn't know the existence of and those they didn't communicate out loud. They pecked each other's lips one last time before they went back to pick everything up.

After the last of the dishes were washed and the lights dimmed, Y/n and San found themselves alone in the warm silence of her living room -temporarily turned into their new bedroom.

They settled onto the bed, leaning into each other, content in the quietness that now felt like a well-deserved gift. Y/n closed her eyes, her head resting against his shoulder, a small smile tugging at her lips.

San's fingers traced gentle circles on her hand, grounding them both in this fleeting but perfect moment.

—Every time I think of how all of this started, I realize how surrealistic it was.

Y/n looked up at him, her gaze soft but steady.

—Who would've told us it'd end this way —she giggled, rubbing her cheeks against his shoulder—. Thank god it happened though. These months have been the happiest of my life.

He took her words in, savoring them as he leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against her forehead, a simple promise wrapped in that gentle touch.

As they sat there in the cocoon of the dimly lit room, Y/n took a breath, finally feeling the weight of the past lift from her shoulders. There, in the safety of his arms, was something more than healing -it was the continuity of their relationship, one they'd forged through trust, forgiveness, and resilience, one they fought to stay as it was.

They stayed that way until sleep began to claim them, wrapped in each other's warmth. With the first falling out of the two of them being San, finally being hit with the exhaustion he had been dragging since he was first hospitalized. And she smiled at that, ever feeling so grateful for him that she thought she was dreaming still, convinced that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they were ready to face them, together.

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Y/n's eyes opened slowly, realizing she was trapped among San's embrace, with his cheek squishing against the back of her head. Breathing in his scent first thing in the morning, that musky smell that remained even hours after he put the perfume on, was like the biggest energetic boost she could think of. And that thought itself had her smiling against his chest, feeling a warmth in her belly when his fingers momentarily spasmed on her nape, before they went back to their natural steady pose.

She couldn't describe with words how happy he made her with such simple things. He didn't even need to try.

And that realization had her smile slowly dropping.

Whoever the person was behind those notes, they were persistent on how she was going to make her way to them by herself. That person had mentioned San in such despective tones that it had her stomach shrinking down her body, slowly feeling her blood stop running through her veins just at the thought of something happening to him.

Her face hid in the curve of his neck, hugging closer to him, closing her eyes to absorb as much as she could of the moment, unaware that it'd make San to wake up.

He first groaned, stretching his legs while his arms were still lazily around her. And when he realized what woke him up, he could only think of sinking his face deeper in her head, closing his arms around her.

—Good morning to you, too —he lowly giggled, kissing her head—. What time is it?

—Don't move —she whispered, fists clenching on his t-shirt when he attempted to roll on his body to reach his phone.

And San aimed to please her, quickly letting go of the idea to care about the time, or being late to work.

—I don't want to go to work today —she confessed.

—You? —San managed to move his head back a little, enough to earn a difficult vision of the side of her face— My Y/n? The same person who works on her free days? You worked even in the hospital when you were recovering.

—I just don't want to go —she whined, hiding her face in his chest.

—Babe, I know you might get away with missing one day, but I won't —he clicked his tongue—. Mia is already annoyed enough after I rejected her and called her out. Missing would be a chance to fuck me up.

Any other day, his girlfriend would have answered to his sensible response, moving back and accepting the fact that he was right, but instead Y/n moved closer to him, shaking her head.

—What's wrong? —he directly asked, accepting the fact that he wouldn't move away anytime soon.

—Nothing —her voice sounded muffled against the fabric of his clothes.

—Y/n... —San warned her.

That warning was a reminder of what they went through and how they had just made things up after they went through communication problems. They assured each other they'd be honest just one day back.

—I don't think it's a good idea to be away from each other —she confessed, slowly moving back—. What happened last night... I just don't want anything to happen to you.

—They broke into your place —San commented—, and you're worried about me.

—The crazy person always goes against their competition —she explained—. Haven't you watched those thrillers?

—And here I was thinking of taking you to the cinema —San scoffed.

—San, I'm serious —she sat up on the bed—. I'll never forgive myself if something happens to you because of me.

—Well, you don't have to think about it, because nothing will happen to me —he also sat up, cupping her face—. Will you be more calm if we're together today?

She first side eyed him with unsure eyes, only to finally nod while pressing her lips.

—Aren't we working on that project? —San asked, caressing her cheek with his thumb— Come up with an idea for the whole team to be together. Say you saw on a research that results are better when group work is done that way. I don't know —he shrugged—. You're the boss, it's not like you need to give explanations.

And she didn't hesitate in putting his idea into practice.

At first, the team was surprised by her decision, but neither complained or tried to change her mind as they all moved to one of the large conference rooms.

The familiar hum of office chatter filled the large, glass-walled conference room as Y/n settled into her seat. San was seated a few chairs away, his focus glued to his laptop screen, although his eyes kept flying -not so subtly- in her direction to check on her.

The morning passed in a blur of meetings and brainstorming sessions. Y/n was just beginning to think she would be able to focus when Tom showed up, leaning casually against the doorframe of the conference room, his usual easy grin in place. Her heart sank.

—Y/n, got a minute?

The way he said her name made her stomach twist. She glanced at San, whose shoulders had tensed at Tom's arrival, not even trying to hide it. Y/n forced a smile, gesturing for Tom to follow her into the hallway, while her boyfriend's eyes followed them until they stepped outside. The door closed behind them with a soft click.

—It better be something work related —she warned him.

—I just wanted to make sure you were okay —Y/n slightly furrowed her eyebrow—. These days you seemed quite upset and running out of energy.

There was something off about the way he phrased it, as if he knew more than he should. Y/n's heart raced. She forced herself to keep her expression neutral, refusing to give away any of the panic swirling inside her.

—I'm fine —she answered, coolly.

—You sure? —he leaned closer—. I know it might be difficult to work with your boyfriend when you're in the middle of a crisis. Or did you make things up?

Y/n's breath caught. She took a step back, trying to put some distance between them. Tom's eyes flicked briefly to the conference room, and when he looked back at her, his expression was one of feigned concern.

—Did you seriously ask me for a talk for this? —her eyebrow was lifted, while her arms remained closed on her chest— It's not like this is the best place to talk about this —she looked around—, and it isn't any of your business either.

—I was just checking up —he shrugged nonchalantly—. People talk. And I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay, that's all. I know things didn't end well between us, but that doesn't mean I don't care.

His hand laid on her shoulder, fingerprints slightly pressing on the fabric of her white shirt to reassure her.

—And if he isn't treating you well...

—Ironic coming from you —she scoffed, quickly snapping back.

His words were laced with something that made her skin crawl. Tom had always worked on his own, barely giving her any explanations on what he did or why; he was the best example of emotional immaturity. Yet there he was, attempting to work as psychologist out of nowhere.

—I appreciate your concern, but I'm handling it —she moved her shoulder away—. I really need to get back to work.

—Of course. I just thought... Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, someone who understands, I'm here.

She nodded, turning quickly and heading back into the room, her heart pounding. She could feel Tom's eyes on her as she closed the door, the unsettling sensation of being watched making her skin prickle. She forced herself to focus, pushing the conversation with her ex boyfriend to the back of her mind.

But the unease lingered, gnawing at her concentration like a relentless itch she couldn't scratch.

As the afternoon wore on, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of being monitored. Tom seemed to find reasons to pass by the conference room, glancing in with what she could only describe as a calculated gaze. Once, he came in under the pretense of needing a document, lingering just a bit too long by her side, his shoulder brushing hers as he handed her the folder. She flinched, almost imperceptibly, and he smirked, that same unsettling smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Across the room, she saw San's jaw tighten as he watched the exchange, his fingers drumming impatiently on the table. When Tom finally left, his eyes followed him out, a dark, unreadable expression on his face.

By the end of the day, the conference room felt stifling. Y/n was exhausted, her mind buzzing with a thousand thoughts she couldn't control. As the team started to pack up, she found herself still sitting in her chair, breathing deeply to calm her racing heart as she allowed herself to burst all of her worries out.

San came back a few minutes later, his expression softening when he saw her.

—Are you okay? —he asked, quietly.

—Yeah, just a long day —she nodded, not convincingly.

San sat next to her, a hand reaching the side of her neck to give her a soft touch that had her whole body responding to it.

—Did he bother you?

Her eyes slowly opened back, reminded of how they had no time to be alone to talk, not even for a few minutes, throughout the long day that was left behind. San had seen her nervously bite the reverse of her thumb, shake her legs nervously, look around for any indicator. It even was obvious on the way she aimed at the small group of people in that room, with the confident side of her slowly fading with each passing second. It was as if she was alert to everyone and everything.

—He just wanted to check on me —she shrugged—. Apparently it's well known in the company we had problems, so he just wanted to know if I was doing okay.

His eyes were full of concern, and that made her feel a pang of guilt. Why did it always feel like she kept adding bad things in his life instead of good ones?

—Don't worry though. You're the first victim, remember? —she joked, trying to get him to calm down.

—I don't like him around you.

—Honestly, I don't like anyone around me right now —she sighed, moving away from him—. It's like everyone is guilty, everyone has something to do with those notes... And the most frustrating thing is that... —her tongue clicked, unable to say any more words when a knot tightened in her throat.

San held her close, hiding her face just when the first tear started rolling down her chin, snuggling their bodies together while he let her let everything out her chest.

—What if we do something nice? —he suggested, trying to give her mind something else to think of— We can get an ice cream, go for a walk... and maybe meet up with the boys. It might do you good to see them all.

But before she could say how much she liked his plan, two knocks on the door made them move away from each other slowly.

—I'm sorry —Jennifer apologized, looking down—. I thought you were alone —she mentioned, referring to Y/n.

—It's okay, Jen —despite everything going on, her smile still remained shining for others—. Did you need me?

—Well, I wanted to discuss some doubts that came up while reviewing some documents...

Y/n sighed, pondering whether they could be as important for her to think of staying there for longer than the five minutes it'd take her to grab her coat and leave. But one look at San and she knew nothing, in that moment, mattered enough for her to pause all of her plans.

—Can we leave it for tomorrow? —Y/n asked— Don't worry about it, we'll sort it out.

One weak wink and a sided smile, and she thought it was done. Jennifer simply accepted Y/n's refusal to help her, pressing her lips while looking down.

—Shall we leave?

San's dimples were the most visible she had seen them in the past few days, smiling widely before nodding.

His fingers moved in between hers, intertwining them together as they made their way to the front door. It was his way of showing her he didn't care how dangerous it could be or not for him, he'd always support her. He'd be there to protect her in case things didn't go right, and neither of them should care of what others could think of their actions from that moment and onwards.

As they walked out of the building together, side by side but not quite together, Y/n's thoughts were consumed by the cryptic messages, the lingering glances, and the suffocating feeling that something -or someone- was closing in on her. Although one quick pressure brought her back to reality, leaning on his body with a lovely gesture

Getting some fresh air, even if it was something as simple as going for a walk around the park near his house, was something she didn't think would make such a big impact. She allowed her mind to relax, to get away from the stress by just being around San. That was probably what helped the most: his company.

San clicked his tongue on her back, looking up at his phone while he closed the door behind him with his other hand.

—What?

—Wooyoung isn't coming today. Seems like his date with the cute guy is going in a good direction —he followed her to his room, seeing through the corner of his eye how she took her coat off—. And Mingi is going to stay with Yunho, since Iseul went back to visit her family.

—That means we're alone tonight...

—Yup, the house is all ours —he gracefully confirmed, slipping his jacket through his arms—. Although it seems like you've thought of something already.

His comment laced with the way her fingers traced the curve of the mic on his desk, glancing a malicious look at him. Her eyes were tempting when they narrowed that way, with her lips curving up in that usual shape that had his knees going weak.

—Did you record the video for this week? —she asked.

—Not yet.

She typed in his computer with his answer, unlocking the screen and clicking straight on the icon she had seen him click on before whenever they were together in his place and he used that time to film. Despite all being fake, those few times she found herself pressing her thighs together, looking for relief and earning a mischievous look from him before he continued with his thing. All those times, he ended closing the app and joining her in bed to do to her everything he narrated.

That time, and with everything going on in her head moving aside to give space to that idea, she wanted to lead one of those recordings with him. Carrying out the promise they both made when they started speaking.

San walked to her, intrigued by her idea, and too enchanted to move his attention anywhere else that wasn't her.

Rubbing her fingers with his, he pushed her hand away to click on the recording. His tongue traced her upper lip, before making its way in her mouth in a hungry kiss that almost made her lose her balance.

His fingers gripped on her hips over her blouse, asking her to take it off without emitting any sound other than a groan when she bit his lips. In front of his desk, they both took off each other's clothes slowly, until they were just covered by their underwear.

Her hands moved up the waistband of his boxers, touching his subtly-marked abs, moving past his sensitive nipples -earning a squirm from him- before moving her hands away from his wide shoulders, reaching the headphones that were placed over the mic support.

She had watched him for long enough to know what he used those headphones for, and she was so ready to use them on him. And there wasn't a better moment than that one, sure they'd help to erase any thought in his mind that wasn't her.

Her tongue licked his jawline, reaching her earlobe, and biting on it. His breath fell heavily on her hair, moving her locks with it. For a second, she could feel his pulse against her muscle, a bit faster than usual. And she couldn't imagine the speed it had reached when she sat in front of him at the edge of his bed, and pulled down his boxers.

The microphone was moved down, left at the same level as her mouth, before she started licking the tip. He felt so hard, yet at the same time so soft when she first took him in her mouth, knowing it'd take him seconds to be hard and thick in a matter of seconds.

That day, everything felt multiplied per ten. The way her lips around him felt even more powerful with the clear sounds he heard through his headphones. Every groan and moan while her head bowed all over his length, the few reflex gags that made her throat close around his tip when she took in too much... hell, he could even hear the way some lines of saliva piled up on the corners of her mouth, while his moans were overheard.

His hand, whose only role was to stroke her head as support, tensed when her fingers cupped his balls, making his cock twitch in a reflex.

—My turn —he groaned, pulling from some of her locks to move her head back, mesmerized by the way her lips were still connected to him by the thin string of saliva.

When he tried to clean it, Y/n skillfully moved her tongue up, licking his thumb while her eyes penetrated through his.

—Fuck, babe. If you keep looking at me that way, I'll end up fucking you so hard against the bed you'll start seeing stars —he bent over—. I'd eat you out until you only see white, anyway.

—Good —she smirked—, because that's the only good way I expect you to fuck me tonight.

She unclasped her bra, but before she could take it off, San's lip fell adamant on hers, possessive and authoritative. He helped her get naked through the kiss, dragging her to the edge as much as possible and pushing her body to the mattress so she'd be lying up.

—Why don't you take a pic of me? —her head tilted to the side, with the amount of time he took admiring every corner of her naked body.

—I want to, I will —he nodded—, but when you're so fucked up you can't even recognize yourself.

He passed the headphones to her, carefully putting it around her head, before he moved down to lick from her belly button to the space between her breasts. One knee was between her legs, the other one on the side of her hip, and his hand moved the microphone so it'd be pointing to her core.

Her nipples were already hard when he got to them, but he could feel them sticking against his tongue whenever he twirled it around either of them. The wet sucking sounds were loud against her ears, making her body instantly react, arching her back as she was looking for more, but only found herself disappointed when her boyfriend started moving back down on her.

San pulled from her panties, and a groan escaped from the back of his throat. Her juices coated her folds and leaked from her entrance like a fountain, that he was desperately dying to drink from.

He wasn't subtle like other times, he didn't taste the waters, his head sunk in her core like he had been thirsty for days.

His lips enclosed around her button, pulling from it and letting it go a few times, the sound of each suck rumbling through her ears.

—Fuck, I love it when you press your thighs around my head —he commented, loud and clear through her headphones, before he bit on the sensitive skin of the inner skin of her left thigh.

Y/n could clearly hear each breath he took before he closed his lips and sucked her clit, after his tongue licked all the way up from her entrance to her clit. He was everywhere at the same time, and that barely gave her a chance to settle, which she loved. A throb of pride beated in her chest, and her pussy, when she reminded herself she was the only one he learned all those techniques from, and the only person he had used them on. And she could only wish it was the same the other way around.

Two of his fingers brushed any thought in her head away, combining the soft groans with the push sound his digits made against her wetness every time he dug in her channel.

Her fingers ran through his head, wanting him to stick against her pussy, but also dying for him to look up. And, as if he had read her mind, his fierce gaze trapped her, instantly clicking her body to an orgasm she thought she was ready for. But it ran over head, from her scalp to the tip of her toenails, allowing her to hear her moan -which San had only been able to hear until then- through her headphones.

She didn't know exactly when he took the device away from her, when he moved the microphone up so it'd encompass his whole bed, or when he wrapped himself in a condom, but she felt his body on hers while she kissed her to calm her down. A brief sweet moment to make sure she was alright before they continued. His Soundleasure role took complete control of him that night.

—On all fours, babe —he whispered, caressing her hair.

Although her legs still felt weak, Y/n managed to move over the mattress when he gave her space to move.

His hand traced her arched spine when she was in position, moving up to her nape to squeeze it and rub his thumb on her jawline, before he sank down in her pussy, lining up himself with his other hand.

Soon the room left its momentary quietness to be replaced by lewd claps from their bodies, filthy words, and guttural moans and groans that had the other yearning for more.

She was so fucking right when she said her moans would sound so well mixed with his. He knew it the first day they slept together, but it was confirmed that night.

—Please.

The urgency in her tone just told him what her pussy was hinting, by the way she kept closing around him. His movements kept the same speed and power, adding his fingers rubbing her clit until she was shaken by another intense orgasm that almost had her collapsing over the mattress.

His hand cupped her ass cheek, squeezing her skin, before she was back to her senses and looked up over his shoulder.

—On your back —she commanded.

And San obeyed. Fuck yes he did.

He laid next to where she was, exactly in the middle of his bed, before she straddled his hips and sank himself back in her after moving her hips down. To all the lewd sounds from before, the sound of his bed squeaking under them with each jump she made was added.

—Fuck, you look so beautiful like this —he moaned—. A fucking goddess.

That compliment made her smile, although it disappeared quickly when the first wave from the third orgasm was hitting her.

—Rub your clit against me —he commanded.

She did. She sank his dick inside of her, completely connecting them, until their pubes met. Each of his hands were on her hips, helping her move while she frantically humped against him, the friction causing those starts he promised to show up in front of her eyes, while he twitched inside her tight channel.

Her hand fell around his throat, not closing her fingers around it nor choking him, only looking for some support when she was sure she was close to passing out.

—Hmm, are you going to cum with me? —she asked, almost out of breath, managing to let some words in between her cracked moans.

—Uhum, babe —he groaned—. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.

It all happened so fast, and they both got momentarily clouded by each of their highs, that they lost consciousness of time when she collapsed all over his body. Even forgetting the app was still recording their soft pecks and giggles while they touched each other.

—I don't have to upload it.

—Why? —she looked genuinely disappointed when she looked up to him.

—Well, I understand it'll make you uncomfortable.

—Not really —she sighed—. Nobody knows it's me, or you. And it'll work pretty fine to let some of those women know you're pretty much taken.

—Babe, I was taken even before we dated. None of them stood a chance against you.

He always knew the right words, and he was always vocal about his feelings. And what drove her even crazier was knowing how real and genuine they all were.

—I'm so lucky to be with you —she whispered.

—I'm the one who's lucky, actually —he didn't let her snap back, his lips were on hers before she could—. Shall we make some dinner?

—Please.

The night went on with that intimate atmosphere that clouded them whenever they were together, that lovey dovey vibe that always made them feel dizzy, and that accompanied them from their kitchen, to the couch, until they were back in bed.

Both of them were on their phones, scrolling through emails, social media and texts, before one made her stomach twist.

If you're not mine, you'll be no one else's.

It was sent from a different number, but she knew what it was. She still hid it, sliding her finger to the side to make the notification at the top of her screen disappear.

Y/n left her phone on the night stand on her side, covering her body with the sheets, and immediately after feeling San's arms wrapping around her with a sigh, his face buried in the curve of her neck.

She wished they could go back to a few hours back, when her mind was able to rest from that stalker and everything they caused her. But she'd never feel genuinely calm, not until the police caught them.  

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The drive back to Y/n's apartment was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the silence between them. Night had fallen, and the soft glow of streetlights passed by in a blur as they made their way through the suburbs. Y/n gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, her mind replaying the events of the day.

She and San had reconciled -finally, after days of tension and miscommunication. Yet, despite the relief of being back on good terms, something still gnawed at her. There was one lingering truth she hadn't shared.

San sat beside her, his head resting against the window, seemingly relaxed after the emotional rollercoaster of the day. But Y/n knew better. She could feel the slight edge in his posture, the unspoken tension that still lingered in the air between them. She knew that everything wasn't fully resolved, not yet.

—You've been quiet —he spoke, breaking the silence.

Y/n glanced at him from the corner of her eye, her heart skipping a beat. She hesitated for a moment, her thoughts racing. Did he know? Could he sense the secret she was holding onto?

—I'm just a bit tired.

—If I had the license, I'd switch with you —his tongue clicked—. I really need to get it.

—I like driving. It's just been a long day.

San nodded, his gaze still on the darkened streets ahead. The tension between them was palpable, like a weight neither of them wanted to acknowledge. Y/n bit her lip, wondering if she should say something now, clear the air before the silence became unbearable.

But she couldn't bring herself to confess. Not yet. She didn't know how San would react to the truth. Would he forgive her the way his father had? Or would it reignite the rift between them?

As they continued down the road, San shifted in his seat, his voice softer this time.

—It wasn't hard today for you, right?

Her stomach twisted at his question. Of course, he'd noticed her discomfort at the lunch, the way her body had tensed whenever his father spoke. She couldn't lie to him, not now, but the truth felt too heavy to say aloud.

—No, of course not —she nervously laughed—. Just a bit tense, but that's usual when you meet your in-laws.

—It seemed more like just being nervous. Did he make you uncomfortable by mentioning the company? He shouldn't have mentioned his job issues —San mumbled.

Y/n's heart raced, and she could feel her palms growing clammy against the steering wheel. Did he know? The question hovered in her mind, making her feel like she was walking on thin ice. She tried to steady her breathing, but it was getting way too difficult.

The pause prolonged a little bit too long, and Y/n felt her throat tighten. Moved on. She wished she could do the same, but the knowledge that she had been the one to deliver the final blow to San's father's career held her back. She had never told San the truth about her role in that decision, and the guilt of keeping it from him weighed heavily on her heart.

She could feel his gaze on her now, as if he was searching for something in her expression. Did he know? Could he sense that there was more to the story than she was letting on?

—Are you okay?

His question hung in the air, and Y/n's grip on the wheel tightened. She could feel the words on the tip of her tongue, begging to be released. But fear kept them locked inside. Fear of what would happen if San found out the truth -that the person who had played a part in upending his father's life had been her all along.

Y/n stole a quick glance at him, and her heart ached at the look of quiet concern on his face. She knew he cared for her, that he wanted to understand what was going on in her head, but she couldn't bring herself to open up completely. Not now, when things had only just started to feel right again.

—Why don't we talk when we get to my apartment? —she smiled at him.

—You're acting as if you had to tell me something bad.

The switch in her look, the flicker of nervousness in her eyes, were a big indicator that whatever they had pending to discuss was indeed something bad.

As they pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building, Y/n parked the car and let out a shaky breath. The drive was over, but the conversation she had been avoiding still lingered between them, unresolved.

San unbuckled his seatbelt, turning to face her fully. His expression was soft, but there was a hint of frustration in his eyes.

Her palm left a soft touch on his cheek, before a weak smile tried to cheer him up as she stepped outside of her car. They just came out from their first crisis, and he was already sensing they were heading straight to another one.

The tension from her car was only shifted to her penthouse as they both stepped inside, with Y/n staying near the door to close it behind her, with the lights turning on after she clicked on the switch.

—Did I do something wrong? —all the tension blew off with him turning to her— Are we going to break up again?

—San, breathe.

—I know that face. It's the face you make when something is worrying you —he pointed at her—. You're even doing that thing with your eyebrow.

—Well... It is worrying me —she walked past him, although he stopped her before she could walk further.

—What is it?

—You might want to take a seat.

Y/n was convinced she'd be able to hold that conversation naturally, but one look into his concerned eyes and she was totally destroyed.

—Y/n, I don't want to take a seat. What's going on?

—I... I don't really know how to say this —she hesitated, tilting her head while playing with her fingers—, and I'll totally understand if you get upset.

The hand curving on her neck, while his thumb caressed her cheek, to motivate her to speak only worked as a switch to make her speak.

—I was the one who fired your father —she finally admitted—. I didn't know until today, I promise. If I'm honest, your surname did sound familiar, but I thought it was a coincidence. Choi is a quite regular surname for Koreans.

—Were you making that big fuss over that?

—Aren't you angry?

—Were you the one who made that decision?

It was impressive how his eyes still radiated the same softness and sweetness it did before that conversation started, adding one of the corners of his lips curving up.

Y/n shook her head slowly, captive of his gaze.

—It was during the time I was my father's assistant —she explained—. The company didn't go through a good moment.

—I know that —he nodded—. I won't lie and say I wasn't pissed when I realized your father was the one who took that decision. It wouldn't change anything to fill the room with negative energy every time I met him.

It made sense he knew. It was more than likely that San knew where his father worked, just like it was just common sense to get to the conclusion that the boss of the company was the one who pointed out who were going to be the ones saying goodbye to their positions.

—I know it wasn't personal, I know it was business. As angry as I was back then, it doesn't make a change now —he bent over, making sure her eyes were glancing straight at his—. And I'm sure things happen for a reason. I probably wouldn't have met you if none of that had happened, which makes all of this a bit ironic.

—Yeah, probably not even on purpose it'd have worked that well...

—I also didn't think much about your father when I learnt that —her eyebrows furrowed, with San's thumb pushing them back up to erase those wrinkles—. My mind was more on the fact that his secretary rushed to offer my father three months of his salary, just to make it easier for him to keep up while he found something else.

—How do you know?

—I didn't understand back then how, after being fired, what you tried to do was the only thing in his head, but now I do —he scoffed—. He came back home that day, amazed by how insistent you were, and regretting ever telling you about his son and how his studies depended on that job —his dimples deepened with his smile—. Far from thinking about your father, and how angry I was supposed to feel, I could only think about the amazing woman I was getting to meet —his palms squeezed her cheeks—. You did more than any other person would've done in your position, you showed where your morals stand, and that's the only thing I want you to link to that story. Alright?

His eyebrows raised, repeating his question without saying a word, eyes piercing on hers until she finally nodded with the cutest smile he had seen on her.

—You must be tired of driving.

—Yeah, I wouldn't mind a bath right now —she sighed.

His smile momentarily faded, as an idea kicked in. Y/n saw him run upstairs, after hurriedly telling her to wait there, while the only thing she could do was giggle at her boyfriend's reaction.

After a few long minutes, which Y/n used to be up to date with her emails and texts, her boyfriend showed up in front of her again, with the sleeves of his sweater rolled up -although that didn't keep them from getting a bit wet as he tried to test the temperature.

San smiled gently, leading her to the bathroom. He filled the tub with steaming water, adding a few drops of lavender oil -which he found next to her shampoos- that filled the room with a soothing, floral scent. Y/n watched him from the doorway, leaning against the frame, feeling a wave of gratitude for his thoughtfulness.

His hands were careful on her as he helped her strip down, keeping that same softness when he led her inside the tub. The heat immediately relaxed her tense muscles, and she let out a soft sigh as she leaned back against the tub, her eyes closing.

Her body felt like weighting nothing as she sank in the warm water, feeling it completely melting when San's fingers caressed her neck and the scalp at the beginning of her nape, almost making her moan at the pleasuring sensation.

The quiet intimacy of the moment made Y/n feel safe, cocooned in warmth, both from the water and from San's presence. As his hands continued to work their magic, she found her thoughts drifting, the guilt and worry beginning to melt away. And, for a moment, that helped them to sit in comfortable silence, the sound of the water gently lapping against the sides of the tub the only noise in the room. Y/n's heart swelled with emotion, and she turned her head slightly, glancing up at him over her shoulder.

—I'm sure I'm not the only one who needs this bath...

—Are you sure?

—I've seen your ass so many times I'd be able to draw it with my eyes closed —she joked—. Come and join me.

There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but it quickly faded as he nodded, understanding the unspoken meaning behind her invitation. He quietly undressed and slid into the warm water beside her, careful not to disturb the tranquility of the moment. The muscles on his abs tensed a bit more when in contact with the water, and Y/n realized that he became a little bigger from the last time she saw him naked.

The space between them felt electric as their bodies moved closer, but there was no rush. Y/n leaned into him, legs twirled over one another, back against his chest and arms wrapped around her body.. The warmth of the water and his embrace made her feel safe, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

At first they just sat there in silence, getting lost in all the emotions their eyes radiated, with one of them speaking louder than the rest. San leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, tender kiss. It wasn't rushed or urgent, but filled with the promise of forgiveness, healing, and the love they had fought so hard to rebuild.

The kiss deepened as their emotions began to take over, their bodies responding to the tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. The connection between them was undeniable, and as the water sloshed softly around them, they let go of everything else.

—This reminds me so much of that one call we had —she started, making her smirk just at the reminiscence of it.

—Really? —his voice sounded husky, as his hands moved her up so she'd sit on his lap.

His hair got wetter when her fingers moved past them, pulling his face back to hers to link their lips together again. Right when her tongue was about to dive in the paradise his mouth was, he broke the kiss with a loud sucking sound. A trail of kisses was drawn from her lips to the curve of her neck, going down at the same time his fingers moved up her thighs. A heavy hum left her lips when the tips reached her inner thighs, the rush running through her body.

—Let me try something with you —he whispered against her skin.

And how was she going to deny him anything? She was ready to give her all to him, he wouldn't even need to ask.

His hands only left her for a few seconds, the short time he took to reach the shower head next to the tub tap and take out the tub plug so the water wouldn't overflow.

Her legs were parted, her pulse was rushing to an unexplainable speed, all while San remained calm behind her. The kisses back on her shoulder were reassuring, making sure she knew he was there when the first water jet hit against her most sensitive part, her legs shaking at the sudden tap.

—Try to lower the power.

—It hurts?

—No, but it's a bit uncomfortable.

San smiled, moving the jet away to get the water to flow a little more gently before it was shooting back against her core. Y/n dropped her head back to his chest, spreading her legs a little more as she felt the way he moved it gently from side to side, raising her up to the sky with the indomitable feeling that was getting over her.

—You like this?

His question went along the water moving a bit lower, pushing the hood of her clit to pray the water against her button, almost making her legs twist.

—San —she moaned, arching her back.

—Fuck, I love it when you say my name.

The water had lowered enough to expose her soaped breasts, with the foam highlighting their valley even more. He cupped one of them with his hand, earning a low hum from her that was followed by a louder moan when he moved the shower head in small circles.

His cock hardened against her back with every new rub, with every new gasp that escaped her lips, with every shaky movement from her thighs...

Y/n tried to divide her attention by stroking his dick against her body with subtle movements and feeling the pleasure piling up in her system, but after he moved the head lower, right in one spot in her core that hit her clit almost directly, her mind clouded and turned selfish.

She fell captive of the heavy orgasm that had her moaning his name the loudest she had ever said it, and sinking her nails on his forearms.

San moved the head away, letting her calm down at her own pace, spreading kisses from her earlobe to her shoulder again, going back all over again to her cheek.

And she still heard every peck on her skin through the beeping in her ears, she could hear the relaxing sound of the water as he moved his arm to caress her thighs.

Her legs felt still a bit weak and shaky, but she still moved to turn on her knees to face San, cupping one of his cheeks with her hand while the other moved down to his hard length, stroking him up and down slowly. Her fingers were barely closed around his length, it was a gentle touch, but it was enough to have him battling against himself. Breathing was becoming unbearable with each passing second, trying to get the air through his nose while forcing his lip to remain closed so not a single moan would escape.

And Y/n saw it. His breathing was heavier and louder, his neck was tense by how hard he was trying to control the rhythm of his breaths.

Her teeth trapped his lower lip, pulling from it, but failing at trying to get his jaw to relax. So she opted for an open-mouthed kiss, sliding her tongue inside his mouth and drinking up the very first moan that had his cheeks turning a weak read when realizing what he did.

—The king of audio porn is shy? —she mocked him.

—Well, those moans weren't natural. It's not the same.

—Let me hear you loud and clear, then.

Y/n kissed him again, breaths cutting mid kiss with every twirl of tongue, while she hopped on his lap, struggling to wrap her legs around his torso. Her eyebrows sank down to the bridge of her nose, her lips parted with a silent gasp, and San mirrored her expression with his eyes closed, when she started moving down his dick, taking him inch by inch until she felt him completely inside.

Her forehead resting on his head didn't last long, only a few minutes she moved up and down slowly, feeling him stretch her out as she got used to his size after so long.

San moved his head lower, trapping one of her hard nipples in his mouth, moving his tongue in circles before letting it go with a loud sound. Seeing her aroused expression from that perspective was the closest to heaven he thought he'd ever be.

He was pushed away before he had the chance to move to the other one, with Y/n trapping the side of his neck to put his head back again, almost letting it fall to the curvy edge of the bathtub.

Everything slow, everything sweet, slowly vanished when the speed of her hips started adopting a faster level. One hand on the edge of the tub secured her balance, while the other remained on his neck, caressing his cheek with her thumb, while his hands tried to venture over her curves, squishing her ass cheeks in his hands as if that would bring them closer to turn into one.

His moans at first were barely audible, coming out as low whines that quickly evolved into gaspy begs for more, raspy praises and guttural groans.

The sounds they both made, caused by pleasure, combined perfectly, echoing in those four walls along with the splash of the few centimeters of water remaining in the tub. They both were sure there was no other person who could provoke everything that was going on in their minds, no one else would fit the other as well as they did.

—Fuck, I love you so much —San spit out, almost out of breath.

—I love you, too.

He could hear it in her voice, he could feel it in her core... and he wasn't going to ignore it.

Both of his hands pushed her down, taking him all in, before he helped her move back and forwards, sitting in the best angle so her clit could get some friction with his body. Y/n followed, helping his hands with her hips, feeling the orgasm getting closer.

Her forehead was back on his, the air between their lips was a mix of all the silent promises they were making after being apart those days and their eyes were saying all the things they weren't able to express with words.

The ecstasy of the moment slowly washed away, between kisses and touchy fingers. Both smiled during the kiss, leading to a new one.

—Can you say again that you love me? —San whispered, voice going back to its natural softness.

—I love you, a lot —she admitted—. A lot, lot, lot —she continued—. You're the only person I ever want to be with.

Y/n was a person to show her feelings through actions rather than words, but hearing her say that hit him completely different. He already knew what she was saying, but hearing it with each word filled his heart with a feeling he didn't know was able to increase more.

He was about to lean in for another kiss, but her whole body squirmed before he could. And it was then when the both of them realized they ran out of water.

—Let's get out of here and put some comfy clothes on —he suggested—. We can watch a movie.

—You can just say we're going to make out on the couch.

—That's another way of saying it, yes.

After drying each other among laughs and giggles, San went to the kitchen to make some popcorn, while she stayed in the living room, maybe a bit too lost in the lights that came through all the small windows in the big buildings in the distance.

Until her phone rang, with a text that asked her to check behind her TV a note they left for her that night.

I see you're like a moth to its fleeting flame. But even the brightest fires can burn out, can't they? My heart aches to see you with someone who could never truly understand you the way I do. But don't worry... I'm not scared off so easily. You'll see. What's meant to be always finds its way. I'm patient, after all. Soon, you'll realize you were always meant to be mine.

She lost perspective of time, until San interrupted her thoughts when noticing her face going pale.

He didn't need her to tell him to know what caused that reaction, but he still didn't allow her to hide the note from him, reaching for the piece of paper to take it away from her.

—They were here —Y/n whispered, thinking she'd digest it better if saying it out loud.

She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to say, her brain was completely blocked by fear caused by someone she thought was inoffensive. And they for sure were when they limited themselves to sending flowers to her office, but that new step made that feeling of insecurity grow. Before she could go to her place to escape, she could turn her phone off to ignore it, how was she going to ignore a stranger walking over her place like nothing.

As much as it scared and worried him, San still thought something positive out of what had happened that night: they broke into her place, which was a crime. At least, that'd assure them the police would be able to finally do something. 

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San looked for any chance he could use to catch both Mingi or Wooyoung by themselves to have that conversation he didn't really want to have, but needed to. But every time he had the chance, either because one of them was out meeting up with friends, or working, San took a few steps back and ate those words before they were able to form in his throat.

First it was Mingi. He was all alone watching TV, with his feet resting on the coffee table -after he had told him several times not to place them there. The remote was resting against his lips while he held it from the bottom, concentrating on how pencils were made. Before speaking up, San tried to plan what he was going to say, and how he was going to say it so his friend would take it as a serious topic, and not as a joke.

—Can I speak to you about something?

—Sure —he answered, without moving his eyes from the TV—. If it's about the leftovers in the fridge, I can still eat it. So I'll eat it soon, just have patience.

—It's not about that —San assured him—. It's something else.

—Oh —his attention quickly shifted to San—, what is it, then?

How could he even form that question?

—Let's imagine you've never cooked in your life, right? And a friend comes and joins you in the kitchen —he tried to explain—. This friend is really good at cooking, so it adds a lot of pressure, right? A lot of pressure... —he continued— You don't want to make a mess, but you also don't want to sit and watch how the other cooks, because you want the other to enjoy food to the same level you will enjoy it.

Mingi's glare was blank for a whole minute, with his eyebrows shortly furrowing at the edges, before his mouth opened wide. At first, San thought that his friend got the memo of what he was trying to ask, but it only took him to speak to let him know he didn't catch a single hint.

—Is this about Wooyoung? Did he complain because I don't cook? —Mingi quickly reacted— I cooked three days ago. It was your turn, and today he had to cook. But we ordered something instead. So, technically, he's the one that should cook tomorrow. He always does the same thing.

Before San could even deny his assumptions, Mingi stood up from his place, placing the remote roughly on the coffee table to walk to his room and close the door behind him.

He sat there, staring at the white door that had just been closed in front of him, regretting the moment he decided to come up with that example. He should've gone straight to the point...

His head was thrown back, and his sigh was heavy when he had a headache looking for Wooyoung in his chats, just to notice a strange person called "Pocketful of Sunshine" right under Y/n's chat. He needed to stop doing that.

San: Where are you?

San: and for the record, stop changing your name on my phone

It took Wooyoung just two minutes to reply to his text with a kissy emoji; he loved using those whenever he had the chance.

Wooyoung: I'm at the cafe near my building

Wooyoung: You know that one with the disgusting coffee?

San flinched just at the reminisce of the taste. It was indeed disgusting, so he just couldn't understand why Wooyoung kept going there.

Wooyoung: There is a cute boy

Wooyoung: I'm three americanos away from getting his number

Wooyoung: What do you want?

San: Nothing, it's alright

Was his issue as urgent for him to show up where he was?

He had been able to wait for a few days, while he fought all his insecurities and tried to come up with the best way to introduce the issue. Only for it to fail as soon as he opened his mouth. It wasn't urgent, but he was sure he wanted to have it all sorted out next time he saw Y/n. The last few days they had been texting, with their flirting getting over the roof, and only stopping at the highest level because Y/n was still on her period. And they hadn't been able to meet up because she was busy with work, although they both still made up time to see each other if it was only for a few minutes.

One kiss, and he was completely served for the rest of the week. Yet, at the same time, her lips were so addictive that he couldn't stop coming up with excuses to meet her up with the badge she prepared for him. And Y/n also escaped a few times to his college just to have lunch or breakfast with him.

He wanted the next time they had a proper alone time, it was mind-blowing for her. Everything he couldn't do the last time.

He didn't know when it was going to be the last time he was going to be able to meet either Mingi or Wooyoung alone, without both of them being stuck with one another like they usually were. He just couldn't miss that chance.

He probably would have enough with fifteen minutes.

Wooyoung's workplace wasn't far from the apartment they all shared, which was one of the main reasons they chose that place. He was the first one to graduate and find a stable job, so he was the one who had bigger priority when choosing where to live.

When he crossed the corner to the establishment, able to peek through the glass, he could spot his friend smirking at, probably, the boy he was talking about in his texts. His smile was wide, and his hand waved in the air, making it clear he was there in case his friend hadn't been aware of him -which was difficult, his friend's style always made him stand out among the crowd.

—San? —Wooyoung asked with a smile— What are you doing here?

—I need to speak to you, and it'll be quick. I promise —he assured him, taking the free spot in front of him—. It's about Y/n.

—What did you do now?

—That's exactly the problem: what I don't do —San tried to start—. In my head, it all plays out perfectly, but once I have to take it to action, I turn clumsy, and stupid, and useless.

—Well, I think Y/n is accepting you with all your flaws. That girl is so into you, she doesn't care about how indecisive you are —Wooyoung shrugged—. It's like when you acted as if kissing her was something bad.

—Okay, but this problem is bigger. I mean... —his tongue clicked while he tried to think— I don't want to disappoint her. She's so perfect, and so amazing... I don't want her to be forced to go at my pace always. I want to be able to adapt to hers as well.

Wooyoung's face distorted with every word his friend said, trying to understand what he exactly meant by speeding up things in their relationship.

—San, isn't it a bit early? I doubt she's thinking about that.

—I know, but I'm sure she'll start thinking about it soon, to take the next step —he assured him—. And I want to know how to do things when it's time.

—Dude, it's impossible to know how to do things, it's even difficult to know when it's time. It's something you'll know only when you do it.

—I know, but I want to be ready when the time comes, you know? —he tried to explain— I want her to feel like she's with a man, and not with a boy she needs to guide by hand on everything he does.

—I understand —Wooyoung lied—. But marriage is one hell of a serious thing, and you have been dating not even for two months.

—Marriage? Wait.

—And I doubt Y/n is thinking about marriage —Wooyoung continued—. I know you're a romantic and such, but if you go to her with this, she'll run away. And I won't be able to defend you, because she'll be right.

—Wooyoung...

—I get you're in love, but isn't it a bit too early to think about that as something more than just a fantasy? San, dude, relax. It'll come...

—It's not about marriage, it's about sex, you dumbass —San interrupted him—. What, of everything I said, made you link it with marriage, huh? And it's not that I don't want to marry her, I don't know. I certainly don't see myself with anyone else that isn't her, but marriage isn't in my head at the moment.

—San —Wooyoung tried to interrupt him, when he saw the way his rant kept escalating.

—I have several problems, like not being able to satisfy her because I just don't know how to do it out of the theory —Wooyoung's expression changed, but San was so deep in the rant that he was unaware—. I haven't had a single experience in sex, not one. And she deserves me being at her level, but I don't know how to.

—Why don't you ask her?

Wooyoung's interruption made San's head tilt, while one of the corners of his lip lifted in confusion with the comment. His friend shyly point behind him, and that was when he knew he fucked it up big time.

Y/n had her eyebrows slightly raised, her lips were softly pressed, making obvious the smile she was holding back. When he looked back at the table, he could finally spot the second drink near the fall empty americano glass, which still had a bit of coffee in it.

—Why didn't you tell me she was here?

—I did —Wooyoung assured him.

When he lifted the phone, he could see the two messages in the middle of his explanation of why he was at that cafe.

Wooyoung: Also, I'm with Y/n!! We're working on the event she told me about.

His blood didn't abandon his system because it couldn't, but he could feel liters and liters of it falling to his feet when he realized it did show up on his phone, too. He was just too rushed to talk with him that he completely omitted the most important ones.

—I can explain this —San turned to Y/n.

—Well, I'm done. So I'll just leave you two alone —Wooyounng informed them, getting up from his seat while still looking at his phone—. By the way, do you know why Mingi is telling me to cook tomorrow?

San was about to speak, but his brain was too exhausted and concerned at the problem that was coming his way, rather than the little bickering he had caused. Instead of insisting, Wooyoung hugged Y/n, walking in the same direction San came in to leave.

—Let's go —Y/n whispered, securing the trap of her bag on her shoulder.

She paid for her coffee, and didn't say a single word until they got in her car. That silence was making him feel like he did something wrong, even if her hand reached to his forearm to give him a soft touch while she drove. Her car didn't even enter the street to his building, it didn't get close, which was the first thing that surprised him. He expected her to drop him off, after having a serious chat in her car. Instead, Y/n drove to her apartment, guiding him to a place where he knew how to go to already.

Far from being annoyed, she felt upset. Not because he reached his friends for advice, but because he didn't reach for her when it was something that involved her. At the same time, she understood his position and why he didn't feel like discussing it with her that way. He kept adding pressure on himself, a pressure that he didn't need to suffer. San didn't need to be so demanding with himself to impress her, because he already did every day.

—I'm sorry about earlier —he finally spoke.

—What are you sorry about? —she asked, resting her lower back on the backrest of her couch.

—About talking about that with Wooyoung.

—San, you don't need to apologize for that. He's your best friend, and it's obvious you'll go to him or any of the boys when you need advice —she tried to explain—. You weren't being disrespectful, you didn't have ill intentions with that. And I appreciate what you wanted to do, but I'm here to work with you on whatever you need —the folds of her shirt got deeper when her arms crossed over her chest.

His hands poked inside the pockets of his trousers, while hesitated to walk down the two steps to her living room and be closer to her.

—I just don't want you to think you have to be guiding me all the time.

—But if you don't know, who's supposed to guide you? I won't like you any less because you don't know when it's the time to hold my hand, or to touch me unprovoked. And even less because you don't know how to twirl your tongue or move your hips. You have much more to offer than just that —his eyes shined at that sentence—. What scares you so much?

—The other day, you didn't even think of the possibility of me returning you the favor, and I thought that maybe it was because you didn't want to waste time teaching me. I don't want to disappoint you.

—The other day I was on my period. Even if you had known how to do it, I wouldn't have liked you going down because I wouldn't be comfortable. I already explained to you how sex works, how it should work between us. And, honestly, I want to teach you. How many women can say they have a man willing to learn and follow all of their instructions to please them? —she chuckled, trying to break the tension between them.

San stepped in her direction when her arms were lifted up in the air, open and welcoming for him.

—I don't want you to go at my pace —she reminded his words the previous week—. With pressure... it isn't the way to do things, because you won't be comfortable. You won't disappoint me because you aren't ready, or because you don't do things right at first. But I need you to speak to me first —her fingerprints played with the edges of his black t-shirt—. Before you reach conclusions or stress out, let me try to calm you down.

It made no sense to get mad at him for his doubts and insecurities. She had been there, she had lived all those doubts and feelings with her first boyfriend. The only thing she could do to help him was add all her learned lessons, so he wouldn't be going through all those bad experiences. If she could avoid it, she wanted San to avoid the pain and negative feelings that went along with inexperience and a bad partner.

Her hands pulled him closer for a hug, hiding her head in his chest, while his arms wrapped around her body.

—Alright —he nodded, finally feeling how his heart went back to a normal speed in his chest—. I do want to do it though. I want to taste you on my tongue, feel the way your thighs tremble around my head, I want to pleasure you so good that you'd stick me against you so I can't move away...

His voice sounded deep against her ear, with a suggestive tone that almost made her knees go weak just by hearing it alone. She got so used to see him in his sweet and gentle persona that she entirely forgot he was Soundleasure, the same man that had her back arching and her core aching just with his voice.

The pumping of her heart was so hard after that that San was able to feel it trying to escape through his rib cage.

Y/n barely had to stand on her tiptoes to reach his lips, due to the heels she was already wearing, to trap his lower lip in between her teeth, pulling from it gently, careful not to hurt him. Before she could move back, desperation got the best of him, trapping her neck in his fingers to pull her back for a kiss.

Leadership took over him, because San knew that was the only part he could lead her in before he started looking like a lost puppy. His hands moved to her waist, pushing her closer and involuntarily forcing her arms up around his neck. While her tongue tried to follow the spirals he was creating, her hands moved down to his wrists. His fingerprints went from touching the thin fabric of her white blouse to the rough leather of her belt until he was tracing the curve to her ass. Her arms were once again wrapped around his neck when San dented his fingers on her skin over her linen pants.

With the intensity his head turned and how hard she sucked on his lips and his tongue, his fingers squeezed tighter her skin, pushing her closer -if that was even possible at that point- and forcing her to stand on her tiptoes to keep up with the kiss.

His lips left her hanging for another kiss, moving down her neck with no previous warning. His pecks were flirty, insecure, trying to test that new territory before he tried to mirror what he had seen in videos, and what Y/n had done to him before. The way his lips enclosed around a bit of skin, pinching it lightly with his teeth, made her breathe deeply, instantly moving her hands to place them on his shoulder and his nape. Just the feel of her fingertips playing with the hair on the back of his head created a friction in his brain that pushed him to suck harder on the skin down her jaw.

—Let's go to my room —she suggested, almost choking on air.

Y/n took the brief moment he tried to process her words to hold his hand, leading him upstairs to the upper part of her penthouse.

Anxiety started to build up as they took the last step that led to her room, lighted by the sunlight that was becoming weaker, with more golden tones, with each passing minute. Words got stuck in his throat when she turned to him with a smile.

—What should I do? I should undress you, right?

She was endeared by how shy he looked all of a sudden, giving him a soft peck on the lips to try to relax him.

—Why don't we do something else? You undress yourself, and I undress myself —she suggested—. At least until we're both on our underwear, hmm?

San nodded, just getting glimpses of how she looked completely naked. Although it was obvious the camera of her phone, or her laptop, did her no justice. With every portion of skin that was shown, every button being unbuttoned, every fabric waving on her skin to travel through her body to reach the floor, with every corner exposed to him, he was convinced she was even more perfect in real life.

It took her the last fabric to reach the floor to advance in his direction, cupping his cheek to kiss him slowly, trying to drink up every bit of insecurity so San wouldn't hesitate on trying anything he wanted with her.

His body moved with hers, advancing towards the bed even if he didn't see a thing, only leaving her body to extend his arm towards the mattress, while the other held her by the nape so she'd fall over it carefully.

The first groan found its way through his throat when he felt the warmth of her core against his growing bulge, at the same time her heels caressed the back of his thighs.

—Why don't you take off the rest? And don't hold back. I'll stop you if I don't like something.

It was his time to put his brain to work, getting back all the imagination he was tired of using for his videos, letting Soundleasure kick in and possess him when he needed it the most.

His lips created an invisible trail of kisses from her lips to her cleavage, instantly having her back arching up in response. He was gentle, soft, which created a huge contrast with the type of contact she'd had with other men. The delicacy made her skin burn with every rub, with every centimeter his breath coated.

Just like he did with her neck, his lips sucked on the curve of her breast, while his fingers struggled to find the clasp of her white bra. Her giggle resonated through his lips, while she moved under him to take it off.

The vision, her perky nipples pointing up, sent a straight message to his dick, feeling it twitch inside his boxers before he was encouraged to keep on moving with her kind gaze.

—What? —she smiled, siding her head to be able to look at him better.

—You're so beautiful —he assured, completely mesmerized by the shine in her eyes.

San didn't know what to do next, but he was sure he didn't want her to be bored of him. So, instead of just kissing her body, his flat tongue moved up from her belly button to the space in between her breasts, getting her body to squirm underneath him. But he stopped right where he was supposed to go on, moving his hands in the air, moving his head back and forth as he indecisively tried to get to the way to pleasure her.

Y/n didn't say a word. Her hand reached his, moving it up the curve of her waist until it reached her breast. She guided him to gently massage her breasts, feeling another throb at his dick when her hard nipple pushed against his palm.

Her legs attempted to close when his warm mouth closed around her hard nipple, feeling all the hairs in her body rise at the unconscious contact of his tongue against the button.

—Do that again —she asked—. Use your tongue while you suck it.

A moan burned her throat, coming out as a hum through her closed lips when his slippy tongue started twirling around her nipple while his mouth sucked on it.

She didn't need to tell him, she didn't need to guide him. Theory started working as it should, guiding him while she was slowly melting with his tongue. While his mouth trapped and teased the wet nipple, his thumb and index rubbed and gently pinched the other one, exchanging the buttons just like he had read the main characters of many spicy books doing. And he was glad he did, after her first moan worked as a necessary rub on his ego.

The thin coat of spit on her nipples made them shine under the sunlight, building up a feeling of possession he had never felt before.

Before she could even tell him to go lower on her, he moved. Still spreading kisses all over every bit of skin he came across, hooking his fingers on the elastic of her white panties to slip them down her legs, and almost going dizzy by the subtle smell of arousal coming from her core.

San tried to concentrate on anything else that wasn't how he could clearly see the juices leaking out of her and covering her folds, and how it was all because of him. And Y/n appeased him by placing a hand on his shoulder when his body was unconsciously moving forward.

—Don't go straight at it —she mentioned, supporting the weight of her body on her shoulder so she'd be able to cup his chin with two of her fingers—. Take a while to reach there, kiss my legs, the surroundings... and then, do your magic.

San smirked at her indications, doing exactly what he was told, and adding up eye contact. His eyes looked shy in contradiction of their fierce look, while his lips moved down her inner thigh. Her fingers lightly pulled from the sheets when his lips entered in contact with her labia, coating her crotch with his warm breath as he built her up for the moment.

—Now... —she tried to focus— take a taste. Move your tongue slowly, change it from flat to just using the tip, and don't be shy. And don't focus on the clit, we'll get there later.

Her head instantly threw back when San groaned against her core at the metallic flavor coming out of her, first moving his flat tongue over her slit. She had never felt as exposed as that day, when he parted her folds with two of his fingers, but she loved every bit of it. His licks were short and gentle, focusing on small areas, slowly diving into her entrance but moving up before he could even enter.

—You taste so good —he assured her, holding her knees up to place her thighs on his shoulder.

—Like you imagined?

—Better.

Her smile dropped when San did exactly what she wanted him to do, before she could say it out loud.

Two of his fingers parted her folds, exposing the hood of her clit, so he could push it with his tongue back and forwards. Those movements kept changing from being from side to side to spirals that went from the outside to the inside.

Despite pleasure blinding her, she could still see the way his hips kept humping against her mattress while he found the best way to move her tongue, guided by her gasps and sighs.

—Are you hard? —she struggled to ask with a shaky voice.

—Yeah, but that's not important now.

—Take off your boxers.

—Y/n, I'll deal with it on my own.

—And that's what you're going to do —his eyebrows digged deep in his nose—. Touch yourself while you eat me out.

She tried to control her mouth from salivating when his dick jumped free the moment he moved down his boxers, remembering how good it felt each vein against her tongue, but still respecting his choice of him being the one pleasuring her for the other day.

—Now suck on my clit, doing something similar to what you did on my nipples —she guided him.

She furrowed when he barely gave her time to finish the sentence, before his head was deeply buried in her core, with his lips enclosed around her swollen clit. She wasn't able to control her body after he got on it, moving her fingers through the locks of his hair to motivate him to go on.

And it worked, it felt like an energy boost for him, moving his tongue and his head as if his life depended on how tight her fingers pulled from his hair. Each moan she let out had his dick throbbing and twitching underneath his ecstatic fingers, finding himself thrusting against them unconsciously.

—Please, don't stop —she begged, throwing her head back—. You're doing so good. Please.

That sentence alone had his hand moving in sync with the speed of his tongue, losing the last bits of sanity he had left in his system.

He shouldn't have looked up, because there wasn't anything as sexy and breathtaking as Y/n's being perked up with her back arched up, while her lips were parted to control her shaky and unstable breathing.

All the times he had seen her in that state through a camera, and never it felt that good.

—Make me cum —she cried, thrusting her hips against his tongue to press tighter on his tongue—. Please, make me cum —she moaned again—. San.

The desperation that tinted each one of her words had him twitching and throbbing, losing the rhythm of the movements in his hand, and pausing the ones of his tongue when he couldn't control some of the low moans.

Y/n could feel the vibrations of his own release on his tongue, while he hardly tried to keep up the circles and infinite shapes so she couldn't see her journey to her high paused. And that dedication, that desperation to get her to orgasm while he was struggling with the consequences of his own high, were the little she needed to let herself go as well and ride with him through their respective highs.

Her body was tense for a quick second, only to relax right after, almost feeling like it was mixing with the blankets under her body.

San was satisfied while he looked at her, proud to be the owner of the thin coat of sweat on the valley of her breasts, or the subtle blush on her cheeks. It felt like the biggest privilege he had acquired in his twenty six years alive.

—How was it? —he dared to ask.

—If you're already like this —she took a moment to earn some oxygen back—, I'm afraid of what it'll be like with more experience.

His dimpled deepened in his cheeks when his smile turned wider, trying to hide it behind the thigh that still was on his shoulder.

—You were right, by the way —he added, moving his head again to look at her—: our moans sound really good together —it was topped by a gentle kiss on the knee.

San attempted to move up to hug her, but it was then when he noticed the result of his orgasm on the spot where he was. He froze on the spot, pretending to be hugging her thigh so she wouldn't feel suspicious of it.

—Are you going to stay there? —she giggled.

—It feels good —it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the place he wanted to be at.

—We should clean ourselves.

—You go first —San tried to convince her to go first, so she wouldn't see the mess he made on her blankets.

—Alright —she finally gave in—, but next time you're coming with me.

She felt weirded out when he only moved his head up when she bent to kiss him, but still shrugged it off before walking to her bathroom.

San urgently jumped from the bed as soon as she closed the door, trying to look around for something he could clean the stain with. At least to make it less obvious and dirty.

No papers were on sight, no napkins either, and he obviously wasn't going to use her clothes to clean it up. He picked up his boxers from the floor and cleaned it all, although he only found himself cursing at how the stain kept spreading a bit more.

—I bought you a toothbrush in case you wanted to...

He panicked when he heard her voice so clear, throwing his underwear away, but failing at pointing where to throw them.

—Tell me you weren't doing what I think you were doing —she started, looking up to him.

—I made a bit of a mess when I came —he tried to explain—, and I don't know... I didn't want you to be disgusted.

—Considering we've fantasized about you cumming all over my face, it's a bit difficult to be disgusted over something natural like that —she walked towards him—. And did you seriously use your underwear to clean it up?

—Yeah... I clearly didn't think it through —his lips were pressed together, almost disappearing, while her hands found a place on his waist.

—I was planning on watching a movie, but making the bed and doing the laundry sound way more original —she joked—. Although I don't have boxers, do you think one of my panties will do the work?

—Do we have to get dressed though?

—Oh, look how fast you learn —she mumbled when his lips rubbed against hers—. But don't act like you won't get shy and try to cover yourself every five minutes.

—Yeah, you're right —he scoffed—. I won't wear any underwear. It'll be for a moment, so it won't be a big deal.

—Okay —she nodded—. Before you show off your housewife skills, let's go clean up.

San couldn't understand how he was still afraid of her judging him or running away, when she had shown to be understandable and patient with him. He could only guess that was the exact same reason that scared him: losing someone who had been exactly what he had been waiting for. 

Wooyoung smiled when he accidentally eyed San's phone, getting a glimpse of the cringey conversation they were having, while his friend tried to hide his smile, only getting his dimples to mark even more on his cheeks. It was early in the morning, and there they were: being all over each other through texts as if they didn't spend almost every day together.

A fake tone of annoyance went along his sigh, getting Mingi's attention -who got a hint of what Wooyoung was planning to do before he could open his mouth.

—You're going to give me cavities of how cloying you two are —he teased him, sitting next to Mingi.

—Don't read my texts, then —San immediately replied, still paying attention to the texts that kept coming in—. That's your karma for always being nosey.

—I mean, he has a point —Mingi's morning voice sounded deeper than usual, having his two friends having a hard time taking him seriously.

—I blinked so you'd play along, what the hell are you doing? —Wooyoung called him out.

Before that could evolve into a bickering, San interrupted the two of them with a question.

—How's the event going? —Wooyoung immediately turned to him after his question, smiling widely.

—Great. Y/n actually listens and is up for ideas, unlike you all who only complain about every single idea I come up with.

—Are you sure those are your ideas and not hers? —Mingi questioned again.

—I'm the most demanded event planner in my company. Think again, BigFoot —Wooyoung spat—. She still has great ideas though, it isn't like she needs my help at all.

—Thank you for helping her —San said, finally leaving his phone on the kitchen table.

—She's one of us now, it's the least I can do —he shrugged.

—Why does it sound like we're part of a cult? —Mingi intervened again, while leaving his tea cup back on the table.

—Because we are —his eyebrows lifted with his smirk—. Why do you think we keep accepting people in?

—Yeah, sure —Mingi patted his upper arm, almost laughing at what his friend said.

—Didn't you know? We used you for that. You brought Yunho, and the rest just came by themselves —San continued the joke—. The time you also spent almost a weekend sleeping, what do you think it was about?

—One kidney less...

—I can't take either of you seriously —Mingi said last, getting up from his chair while picking the toast from his plate.

Wooyoung waited for their friend to get out of the kitchen, while looking at his phone, to turn to San again.

—I see things went well with Y/n the other day.

—Yeah, she's so understanding... I don't understand where she came from, the only thing I know is I'm thankful as fuck.

—It's not enough to be thankful —Wooyoung called him out.

At the slightly furrow of San's thick eyebrows, his friend simply rolled his eyes before he continued his speech.

—What were you scared of?

—Losing her? —San mumbled.

—And what's a good way to make sure you won't lose her?

—Marry her?

Wooyoung flicked San's forehead through his bangs, making him whine at the sudden impact of his middle finger.

—No, dumbass. Becoming everything she needs. Let's put it this way: you like chocolate, do you need chocolate? —San, still confused, shook his head— Chocolate is good at punctual times. But when you eat it a lot, what happens?

—Your stomach hurts —Wooyoung flicked his forehead again, making him hiss, annoyed.

—You stop eating it. But you do need water to survive.

—And still you can end up drinking sodas or juices instead —San answered back, confused at what his friend was trying to say.

—Okay, I'll be straightforward: stop doubting everything you do, and start acting —Wooyoung recommended him, raising his voice to have San stop interrupting him—. All the issues you've had with her until now, what were they about?

—Hmm... me, I guess. But also that one time you spoke to her —he added.

—Y/n is great. But even the greatest woman ends up being tired of the same thing —Wooyoung explained.

—Hey, she said she's happy with how things are going.

—And that can change —he cut him off—. Did you know why they also called her poly? —San slowly shook his head— This is something Hongjoong told me, but apparently she's quite known for going on several dates and getting rid of those boys as soon as she lost interest.

San knew about that. She had always been quite open about that side, especially when they started talking and she came back home with a long rant about how she was going to give up dating -when, in reality, the man she wanted to date was on the other side of the screen.

—Look, Woo —San started, sounding calm—, I know you want to help, but I don't need it. Things between us are working out just fine, I've had talks about this already with her. I thank you a lot, really. She told me to be myself, and open up as I feel comfortable. And that's what I'm going to do.

There was something in San that made him be so overprotective over him, especially when he was opening so much with a whole new person. There was something clearly different in the type of connection he had with Y/n, it was exclusive to them two. When they introduced the rest of the boys to the group, neither were worried because they all had a group connection, they all were together and, in case something happened, they all would solve things out before things got bad.

But it was the first time they saw San being with someone on his own. They still were able to reach Y/n in case things went south, or in case they argued, but it was entirely different. And, as difficult as it was, San was the one who needed to learn from Y/n how to work things out in their relationship.

—That's even better —Wooyoung smiled, nodding—. Are you going to class?

—Yeah, I have an exam at nine —San threw his head to the back—. But I'll probably go to visit Y/n later, so I won't eat here.

—Can you buy me a bottle of conditioner? —Wooyoung asked, as San started picking up his things from the table to clean them up.

—Your hair isn't that long —he complained—. How do you manage to finish a bottle in less than a month?

—Mingi also uses it —his eyelids dropped in annoyance—. But I've been eating those cookies he buys, too. So...

—Alright, I'll buy a bottle before coming here.

—Thank you, baby.

San could only roll his eyes with a smile when Wooyoung called him that way. It was something that always happened. Whenever his friend got his way, he always used nicknames on everybody while a wide devilish smile was drawn on his face. Almost five years since they had known each other, and he didn't change a little bit.

Y/n: How did the exam go?

Y/n: I'm sure it went great

Those two texts, apart from the one wishing him good luck five minutes before the sheet was handed to him, had him smiling like a fool on the bus on its way to her workplace. Something so simple made him feel like the most special person on the planet.

San: It went great! I thought it would be way worse

San: He's usually an asshole, but he behaved well with the exam.

His tongue clicked, deleting the next long text he was going to send to call her straight away.

—Hey, hey. How's the smartest boy doing? —Y/n moved around her office, picking up some of the things she needed before moving to the meeting room.

—I'm okay. The exam was good; I think there was only one question that didn't ring a bell. But, for the rest, all of them were completed with almost a whole sheet —he proudly stated—. And I didn't expect less. I have been studying for almost two weeks. I even pushed back some videos because of it.

It was either seeing Y/n less to be able to fill his free time with the work that was behind each audio he posted, or reschedule some of the videos while posting some shorter ones with just his moans to feed his public.

—I'm so happy to hear that —she smiled fondly, stopping everything she was doing to focus on the call—. It's been a chill day here. Let's hope it stays like this, because in a few days it'll be a headache.

And it all had one reason: the event that she had been preparing. Until then she only thought of overall details, but as the date of the event got closer, the bigger the stress was.

—Do you need help with anything?

—No, it's alright —she assured him—. Just be there for comfort, and I'll be happy.

—Of course I'll be there.

While she smiled like a fool because of his comment, Y/n managed to see her father pointing at his own wrist, marking the time, so she'd hurry up to start the meeting.

—I need to hang up —she sighed—, but let's talk later, okay?

With a positive hum, San hung up the call, breathing deeply. Although his calmness died when the itching on his neck started growing. That turtle neck sweater he had bought was the worst piece of clothing he had ever worn, same with those chelsea boots.

He hung the badge around his neck, carrying his bag by the strap so he wouldn't place it on his shoulder instead. As he walked past the building, he pushed his hair back, exposing his forehead while fixing his bangs on each side of his head.

The receptionist smiled at him when she noticed what was hanging around his neck, discarding the possibility of him being someone from the outside.

San was surprised when he walked up the stairs -he had walked out several times to meet up with her-, finding the office almost empty as he stepped inside -with the only exception of the few heads he managed to see over the gray separators between desks.

—Can I help you? —Jennifer stopped him before he could take one more step towards Y/n's office.

—Yeah, I came to visit Y/n.

—She isn't here —she rushed to say.

—I know, she told me she was going to be in a meeting, but I'll be waiting for her here —he gently smiled.

—Does she know?

—N... no —he paused for a second—, but I doubt she'll have a problem with me waiting here. I wanted to give her a surprise, since it's been an exhausting week for her.

—Okay, go in —Jennifer invited him, eyeing him from head to toe.

—Thank you —he hurried to say with a big smile.

He walked around her office, looking at all the diplomas and small trophies Y/n had worn through her years working there. It was admirable the way she worked as hard as anyone else, keeping up with the level of work to earn the image she had. Any other person would've just sat and waited for the position to come their way, yet she didn't. It was also true her father was demanding, even more with her; and he probably wouldn't have accepted his daughter doing nothing to earn the responsibilities she was going to be given.

His pupils first fell on the bucket of flowers resting on her desk, curious about seeing no note among the dark roses. And later, his eyes went up to the black blinds rolled up at the ceiling and that, by his calculations, would cover all the transparents walls in her office to give her the privacy she'd need.

A lightbulb lit up and brightened each corner in his brain, showing up one of the ideas that had remained hidden ever since he started seeing Y/n in real life.

The shades started going down slowly, covering each meter of wall after he pressed a button on the controller on her desk, making the room go darker, and instantly light up with the ceiling lights.

His sweater went off first, with him moving to her desk to sit at the edge, trying to take a pose that could make his -almost- invisible abs stand out through the shadows caused by the lights. He first tried with one leg lifted and folded at the edge, only to change it back again to have his lower back resting against the table.

His tongue clicked before he moved again, unzipping his black pants and kicking away his boots.

He probably looked like one of those Calvin Klein models, with the only difference that his underwear cost one dollar instead of fifteen. It was at that point that he thought of the idea he had, and how ridiculous it would look from the outside as she crossed the door. But before he could even attempt to pick up his pants, the door clicked, having San rushing back to the last position he was at.

Instead of Y/n...

Shit.

San jumped out of the desk, throwing himself over his clothes when he saw her father's surprised eyes before he closed the door back again.

Y/n was surprised at how pale her father looked, going backwards instead of stepping inside her office like they were planning to to discuss some topics in the meeting that hadn't been entirely discussed.

—You have a visit.

Instead of explaining what he was talking about, her father walked past her, heading back to his office while she was left staring at the usually transparent door covered by the shades she hardly ever used.

She looked at Jennifer, waiting for an explanation, but she only shrugged her shoulders while she walked the same route her father did. San was startled, losing balance as he tried to cover himself again behind the desk.

—What's this? —Y/n hurried to close the door behind her— When did you come?

—I'm sorry. I didn't think your father would be here —he apologized, stucking his head on the neck of his sweater.

—In his defense —Y/n walked to him, pulling the sweater down so he'd be able to see again—, you are the one who isn't supposed to be half naked in my office.

Her tone sounded calm, yet her funny smile was giving hints of a soon giggle that'd remind him of how ridiculous he was.

—I liked it, but next time I would rather you keep the show for me only.

—It isn't funny —he whined—. Your father is going to hate me after this.

—Hate is an ugly word —she tried to soften the situation, while placing the neck properly—. Let's say he's shocked —while moving her fingers over his chest, she spoke again—. Is this sweater new?

—Yeah, I bought it for the times I came here to visit you —his lips were puckered while he explained himself.

—It looks really good on you —cupping his cheeks, Y/n pulled him in for a kiss—. You'll see it's nothing. My father isn't scared of this type of thing.

While he tried to zip his pants, Y/n fixed his hair, parting his bangs back to where they were.

—Do you have a secret admirer? —he asked, looking back at the flowers.

She was confused at first, slightly furrowing his eyebrows before turning her back at the mention of his head to point behind her.

Those damned flowers.

—I don't know, I guess —she pressed her lips.

Before ever thinking of telling him how she didn't know where all those flowers came from, and how creeped out she felt about some of the notes that had started being sent for a few weeks, she tried to play it cool.

—Feel threatened? —she tilted her head.

—Nope —he assured her—. Whoever that person is needs to send flowers to get your attention, which I already have.

Her arms slowly embraced his shoulders, stepping closer to him as his hands took a spot on each of her hips.

—Did you know confidence looks so good on you?

—I'd tell you what else looks good on me, but I don't think this is the time —San added, reminding her of her father.

—You're right, tell me later —she patted his chest—. Now you should join us for lunch, I was planning on eating with him. The worst thing you could do is pretend this didn't happen.

His hands stopped her from moving any further when she attempted to turn her body, guiding her to look back into his eyes.

—You sure there's nothing worrying you?

If something he had learned about her, and which seemed even more obvious in person than through texts, was the fact that Y/n would always ignore those conversations she didn't want to have -especially if they meant creating an environment of discomfort because of it.

San looked subtly over her shoulder again, confirming her he was talking about those flowers.

—Really sure —she faked a smile, pinching his chin—. Let's go.

San wished he was small enough to hide behind Y/n as soon as he stepped foot outside her office and was met with her father's eyes. He didn't give him a bad look. Instead, he offered him a gentle smile and looked back at his daughter to make sure they both were ready to have lunch together.

Appetite didn't peek through, not a single time, since they sat on the table. He only pretended to eat, or be interested with food, by moving the salad around its corner, and cutting the steak in even smaller pieces while he tried to escape Harry's eyes.

—How did your exam go? —the older man was the first to speak, speaking on a normal tone, yet loud and clear enough to be heard among the background noise of the people in the cafeteria— Y/n told me.

—It was okay —San shyly answered—. It was great, actually.

Y/n smiled proudly at him while chewing on her food, rubbing her knee against his to give him some kind of comfort that wouldn't be obvious for her father.

—Now there's something else going on —he continued, under his rough gaze—. They told us we need to get credits by doing some internship, so I started eyeing some companies.

Y/n chewed slower, remembering the moment he first told her a few days back, and how quickly he turned down her offer on doing them in her company. She could understand why, but she wasn't sure her father would let it go as easily as she did. The second he regretted ever saying those words was also easily perceived on the way he momentarily clenched his jaw.

Whenever he was nervous, he spoke before he could control his thoughts. There were many reasons why he first rejected her offer: the most obvious, and the only one she knew about, was about the fact that they were dating and it'd look off for those around them; and the second one, his father and the past relationship he had with the company.

—And why don't you do them here? —Harry mentioned.

—Well, Y/n already told me. And I think it'd be better if we don't mix...

—You won't even be in the same department as Y/n or me, your supervisor and mentors will be somebody else —he insisted—. Why would you go to another company when you have this one?

—Dad, San will be more comfortable somewhere else.

—Doing the internship here could open a lot of doors for you. And you'll also be familiar with the place, which is better than going somewhere you don't know.

—Saying it that way...

—It'll be easier for me to recommend you to other partners that could be looking for someone with your experience —Harry shrugged—. The way I see it there are more positive sides than negative.

—Yeah, that's true —he nervously nodded.

—Say no more. Send me the documents you need me to feel and sign, and you'll be able to present them before it's too late —he tapped over the table.

—By the way, sir... —San spoke again— About what you saw earlier...

—Tss, no worries —both San and Y/n turned to him surprised—. You should've seen me when I started dating her mother. It's natural, and I'm not scared of those things, my daughter is old enough to know what she's doing.

—Well, that soothes me —San finally smiled genuinely.

The rest of the lunch went by with Y/n and her father discussing some points on the meeting they had minutes before their lunch, shifting to San and him discussing things about the internship he was about to do.

Despite being so big, and seeming so intimidating, her father was approachable and easy to talk to.

—Why don't you get ahead of us? —Harry told Y/n.

She looked back at San, trying to comfort him somehow before she continued her walk to her office.

—San —his hand fell heavy on his nape, with his fingers squishing the skin—, I'm understanding, really understanding. But if I see you again half naked near my daughter again, I'll cut your balls. Hmm? —his eyebrows raised— Understood?

—Under... Understood, sir.

Yeah, he said nothing about his in-law being approachable.