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   "Excuse me!"

   Your continued and equally feeble attempts to summon the server back through the crowd were futile. Not only was he now long gone but the girls were much too loud. They started giggling while looking past you, one of them even going so far as to point. The others smacked her hand and told her not to be so obvious.

   "Ouch!"

   "You deserved that. We need to be incognito!"

   "He looks like a golden god!"

   "I'd die if he even looked our way."

   Curiosity got the better of you. Sipping on your 'soda', you followed their gaze to find this so-called piece of art. There were many people scattered about, some of which were attractive, but none of them compared to the man approaching your pavilion. They weren't lying - not even about how they'd react. Raucous whispers crescendoed into near-yelling as the man grew nearer.

   There was something familiar about him that you couldn't quite place.

   "Is he coming over here?"

   "Wait, you think so? Is he really?"

   "Oh my God, do I look okay?"

   "I thought we'd never see him again after he graduated!"

   "What do we do? Jaemin is coming over here!"

   Jaemin.

   Now that name you knew. It was the same name your lowerclassmen used to usher in reverence, the name of the boy they used to fawn over back when you were still in high school. He was the talk of the whole school no matter the grade. Looking at him now, you weren't surprised. He wore a confidence that could break a woman and it was complemented by a stunning smile that could disarm one's defenses, all in one fell swoop.

   Na Jaemin was dangerous.

   But then again, you'd always heard the same thing said about you.

   The squabbling beside you continued as his course remained set, heading in a straight line toward your space. With eyes locked, his smile expanded into a dazzling grin, eyes swirling with mischief. Exaggerating a sigh, you broke contact with him to look out over the pool.

   "Hey Jaemin! You look great today!"

   Gasping broke the shocked silence that had fallen over the girls as they turned to the one brave member of their group. She waved at Jaemin and from your peripheral you saw him return the gesture. Standing a few feet away from you, he was now under the shade of your oversized umbrella.

   "Oh, thanks. You too," he said before plopping down into the lounge chair next to yours. There was hushed whispering amongst the girls, though one comment was easier to discern than others.

   "Is she his girlfriend?"

   You wanted to laugh.

   "Shut up! You're so loud."

   "Shush!" A cacophony of hushing and giggles followed. Each of the girls looked him up and down, admiring his form. In only a pair of trunks, he provided quite a meal for them to feast on. "Jaemin, would you like a drink?"

   Lolling your head to your side to look at him, you observed him. His eyes were a deep brown and his hair was styled despite the location. Heat tinged his skin with a golden hue. With a wave of the hand and a shake of the head, he denied their offer and instead focused on you. The intensity of his stare burned hotter than the sun's rays.

   "I never thought I'd run into you here of all places."

   Leaning toward him, you rested your elbow on the arm of your chair and cupped your chin. Tapping your manicured nails along the soft skin of your cheek, you sighed, "Do I know you?"

   "You don't remember me?"

   "No." Your response sounded too curt so you added a quick 'sorry' to lighten the severity of your tone. You know it came across more sarcastic than it did sincere if the twitch of his lip was anything to go by. Men as handsome as him are never used to being told 'no'. Watching the way their egos crumble was a sort of pastime for you.

   If your small white lie affected him, he buried the reaction under a gloss of excitement. He nodded and smiled and you couldn't help but think how interesting Na Jaemim was once again proving to be.

   "You were my upperclassmen. Everyone loved you."

   "Even you?" You teased with a wink, eliciting a silent laugh from your new companion.

   "Even me. You probably don't remember this but I actually left a confession in your locker once. Pretty lame, huh?"

   "Oh, for sure!" Upon hearing your laughter, he scoffed, disbelief dropping his jaw. There was a hint of fire in his eyes. It suited him well. When you composed yourself, you added, "But I do remember that. I can't believe that was you! It was just so cute."

   "You smiled while you read it and I thought I had a chance but you never showed up at the, um, baseball field? I was crushed by that, I'll have you know."

   "No, no, you asked to meet at the soccer field! And of course I didn't." Biting back another chuckle, you stood. His eyes followed your every movement as you wiped away imaginary dirt and stretched your back. When you looked back down at him, he was looking at your face rather than your body, and once more he garnered your interest. "I don't like cowards, Jaemin. If you wanted me, you should have told me to my face."

   And with that you left the shade and luxury of your pavilion. Walking down scorched, stone stairs, you made your way toward the pool. While you didn't plan on hopping in, you did wish to bask in the atmosphere, in the ambiance of summer elation.

   A light mist floated above the turbulent surface that was frequently broken by flailing limbs. Joyous shouts met your ear. The closer you got to the shallow end of the pool, the louder they became. The sun beat down upon you without remorse, leaving your skin irritated. You needed another application of sunscreen but you didn't plan to stick around long enough to bother with it.

   Despite the rowdy and loud nature of the pool, you heard the telltale footfalls of someone hot on your trail. With any luck it was Jaemin. You really hoped it was. Back in high school when you had read his confession, you had fallen in love with the prose of it all, fallen in love with his poetry. Of all the people who had tried to court you, you would've given him a chance.

   "Cannonball!"

   Before you had time to react to the child pushing past you to leap into the water, your body was twisted away from the edge and shielded from the subsequent splash that cascaded down upon all those nearby. Most people didn't mind as they had come to the pool to get wet, though there were a couple of concerned requests to follow the safety rules. The lifeguards blew their whistles but the sound was nowhere near as loud as your own beating heart.

   The warmth of his body burned hotter than the midday sun. With his chest pressed to your back, you glanced over your shoulder to confirm your suspicions and found Jaemin shaking his head in disapproval at the child. By the time the situation passed, soon replaced with the next mishap courtesy of sharing a public place, your shock had waned.

   "Are you my bodyguard or something?"

   He let go of your waist to turn around, displaying his back to you. Having taken the full brunt of the splash, water trickled down the entire length of his spine. Sprinkles of light caught on the droplets. His body shone with the kind of lustrous brilliance only summer offered. Even his once styled hair fell victim to the downpour, now sticking to his forehead and losing all its bounce as he faced you again. "I didn't want you to suffer the same fate, babe."

   You rolled your eyes at the pet name. "Maybe I'm at the pool because I wanted to get wet, genius."

   Closing the gap between your bodies, he entered your space. The smell of sunscreen and chlorine hit you hard but under it all was the scent of him; Na Jaemin, the man who once again had you falling headfirst into his world, caught in his gravity with nary a complaint. There was a magnetism about him that trapped you and even now you had no idea why you felt so drawn to him after just a few words.

   "If you want to get wet, babe, leave that to me."

   He hesitated before your lips could meet and you wanted to remind him of your cardinal rule: one must always have the confidence to chase what they want.

   You were close enough that when he licked his lips, his tongue danced across your top lip and yet he didn't move beyond that point. Confusion lifted your eyebrow and disappointment started to well in your gut.

   "What's wrong?"

   "I want you."

   "Then what are you waiting for?"

   "I want you - not just your body but all of you, and not just now but tonight and tomorrow too. I don't want to be left waiting on that field with the hope of maybe a next time. I want you and I want you to want me, too."

   "How sappy," you said, brushing your lips against his and ignoring the 'get a room!' from somewhere behind you.

   "Don't get used to it."

   "I would never," you teased before interlocking your hands behind his neck.

   "So do you?"

   "You idiot," you said, admiring his sharp yet delicate features. "I've been in love with the idea of you since I read that letter. I still have it, you know? It's my ideal. If others can't love me as much as that boy that poured his affection out in ink and waited until sunset for me, a stranger, then I don't want them."

   "You watched me? I bet that was a laugh," he scoffed but there was a softness in his gaze. His fingertips electrified wherever they touched, lingering near the base of your spine. Shivers shot upward and you wanted to end the meandering, to feel his touch in earnest.

   "It was. Besides, I wanted to see what such a romantic soul might look like."

   "And were you surprised?"

   "Very, but not so much as I was when I saw you here today, in person, without having sent a memo first."

   "You think you're real funny, huh?"

   "Excuse me!" a little girl shouted. Her little tube was too large to go around you both without running into the chairs behind you or right into the pool in front of you. Giving her a wide berth, you separated from Jaemin. He edged closer to the pool and you walked off toward the quiet of the shower stalls. You heard her excited 'thank you!' and glanced back to see Jaemin jogging toward you, once again hot on your trail.

   Winding down the uneven cobbled path that made your feet ache with every step, you caught sight of the stalls. They weren't the main set used upon entering or exiting the pool but just some added for convenience should anyone decide they wanted to wash off each time they left the pool.

   The second you crossed over the line into the shade, the temperature dropped at least ten degrees. Palm trees swayed above you in a gentle breeze. People became sparse the closer you got to the stalls. No one wanted to be this far out when they came to swim or soak in the cool water.

   "Are you heading out?" Jaemin huffed once he came to a quick halt next to you. "Do you maybe need a lift or want to grab a-"

   "I'm having a shower. Do you want to join me?"

   He chuckled and nodded, taking a step back to give you space before he processed your question. "Wait, seriously?"

   The door of the stall swivelled open with a loud bang. There was a small puddle of water near the drain and you had to bite back a yelp at how cold it was. It was a small space made only smaller when you felt Jaemin squeeze in behind you. His arms wrapped around you, fostering a sense of security within the isolation of the four metal walls.

   Turning the knob on full blast, you both jumped when the water came out colder than the puddle. It was almost like ice and you groaned, a mix of irritation and pleasure as the water chilled your burning skin. A shiver tore down your spine and Jaemin's hold on your waist exacerbated the sensation. Like putty, your body melted under his touch. Once more shielding you from the water, he pinned you against the wall, his breath hot on your neck.

   "I want you," you whispered, breaking the serenity of the moment with desire. "I need you."

   There was no longer any hesitation. His lips were on yours, fitting with yours as if they were designed for one another. The cold metal of the wall was a direct contrast to the heat of his body, the heat of his crotch as it grinded against yours. A moan tumbled forth from your mouth into his.

   His fingers made quick work of your bikini top before sliding into the material of your bottoms. While maintaining the kiss, he dipped one of his fingers into your cunt. He pumped it in and out of your clenching pussy, relishing in how you trembled under his touch. Rubbing fast but precise circles against your clit, Jaemin added a second finger and your sounds filled every inch of the contained space.

   "I can't believe how loud you're being. Anyone could hear you. Is that what you want?"

   Digging your nails into his shoulders, you managed to hold yourself up despite the slippery floor and wall. To secure yourself, you transferred the burden of your weight to Jaemin by wrapping your leg around his back. The additional space let him hit even deeper, going knuckle deep inside your pulsing cunt.

   "Be as loud as you want, babe. I want to hear you moan my name."

   "You have to earn it," you grunted for no other reason than to get the last word in.

   His ruthless pace quickened upon hearing your remark and you felt your stomach churn, your orgasm approaching. The coils started to compress, preparing to spring free with your release. He smirked as he watched you unravel in his hands. With his free hand he massaged one of your breasts, intent to elicit every reaction possible. Your body took shape under his touch. The additional stimulation had you near the precipice, almost ready to let yourself loose when he pulled away from you.

   "The water sure does feel nice. It was getting a little too steamy in here, don't you think?"

   "Are you kidding me right now?" You panted, yanking him back toward you with the leg that was struggling to remain locked around him.

   "No." He grinned, tilting his head to the side as water trailed down his neck. His muscles were taut and you couldn't help but indulge in the sight of him. He truly did look like a god, sculpted with the idea of perfection in mind. Even if you never saw him again, you knew his image would remain with you until the end.

   "Will you please just fuck me?"

   "Talk about needy. But..." he trailed off, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "I might be able to oblige."

   Freeing himself from his swim trunks, he rubbed his hard cock twice over while nodding down at your bikini bottoms. With a quick pull of the strings, the dainty material fell away and you stood bare in front of him. You weren't sure if it was intentional or not, but his sharp inhalation created a sort of whistle that rattled around the stall, loud and obnoxious.

   "Really?"

   "What? You're hot."

   "Hurry up, we don't have all day here."

   "Okay, bossy," he said, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he threw his hands up in mock defense. It wasn't until he lined his cock up to your eager cunt that it dawned on him. A defeated groan escaped him. "I, uh, don't have a condom."

   You blinked once, twice, thrice whilst his words settled in.

   And then you pushed him away with a little too much force, the whole stall shaking when his body collided with the other side.

   "Oh my God, I almost let you fuck me raw!'

   "Well, I'm honoured really."

   "Why don't you have one?"

   "It wasn't my intention to fuck someone when I came to the pool today!"

   You paused, eyeing him up and down. "How disappointing."

   "The pool thing or the condom thing?" He caught your pointed glare and continued with an uneasy chuckle. "So… do you wanna come to my place? Or maybe grab a-"

   "Jaemin, you dork, you can't ask me over to fuck at your place and in the very next breath ask me out on a date." Shaking your head, you dropped to your knees in front of him. "Obviously I want to do both, but first I'm going to help you with this so we can leave without you sporting a tent. Deal?"

   He threw his hands up and grinned, not bothering to hide how eager he was. "You won't hear any complaints from me, babe. Do as you please."

   "I always do."

Without so much as a word, he charged toward you, your newly-wedded husband's blood still dripping from the blade. Part of you wanted to stand still, let him run you through as well, but as you glanced over to where the man was laying on his back at his dead father’s feet, you gritted your teeth and growled in anger.

You raised the sword you’d dropped in terror and connected it with the tentacle-faced bastard, blocking, but not stopping him from whirling his arm around and bring it down by your side. You pushed up off the ocean-soaked deck and caught his sword with your own once again, this time, releasing first and striking toward him, your blade slicing off a slimy tentacle. He howled in pain and anger and charged at you again, his sword slinging toward your neck in a rage and this time, you almost didn’t block in time as your eyes caught your father-in-law kneeling by your husband with a knife and a box.

Your blade crashed with tentacle-face yet again, but not before his blade slashed across your face, slicing open your damp skin, allowing crimson to flow steadily down your cheek, but you didn’t make an attempt to stop the bleeding as you swung at him again, but this time, as he was preparing to swing back, his chest opened up into a black whole that kept expanding. In a horror, he looked over to where your husband lay dying, your eyes trailing painfully over the scene.

Your husband’s hand clasped loosely around the knife his father had been holding, the knife pointed straight down into the deck where it pierced through a slowly beating heart vacant from someone's body.

“No!” Tentacle man screamed, rushing toward the scene, but it was too late.

As Taeyong, your husband's best friend and worst enemy held Yuta’s arm onto the blade, Tentacle man collapsed, and the ship roared loudly, cracking and creaking as boards began ripping apart.

“Alright, time to go!” Taeyong declared, dropping the knife and standing up. “Let’s go sweetheart,” he said, rushing toward you as you rushed toward your husband.

“No! Yuta!” you screamed.

His father picked up the forgotten dagger and used it to pierce through Yuta’s chest, eliciting another scream as Taeyong grabbed you around the waist, your skirt tangling around your legs as he climbed one-handedly up the net leading to the sails. He grabbed a sail rope when he was almost to the top and, clasping you tightly, pushed off the large beam-pole just as the ship was swallowed by a hole of swirling water leading straight to the bottom.

You let out another scream as your own heart felt as though it were wrenching from your chest, eyes still on the hole the ship had disappeared into, taking the love of your life with it.

Taeyong’s boots hit the deck of his own ship, cheers erupting from the sailors, but you were numb to it all, eyes still casting over the sea, hoping, by some speck of the imagination, that you would wake up, the battle would be over, and you’d be below deck naked in your husband’s bed, pressed tightly against his sweaty body that never failed to gross you out and turn you on at the same time.

The cheers died down and you felt Doyoung, a great friend and arch enemy of your own, drape an arm over your shoulders. He may not have been a good man. At least not entirely. But he was a man that you’d had the misfortune of spending a lot of time with in the past. A man who had been present for most of your story with the man you’d now lost. The pining for one another, the acceptance of your father and Yuta’s proposal, your almost wedding ruined by his arrest, escapes leading to a temporary breakup, your near death on multiple occasions, and finally, your marriage that happened merely an hour ago in the middle of the fight when Doyoung himself had married you. He understood. You hadn’t a doubt about that. He felt sorry for you and perhaps angry at himself for circumstances he had stood in the way of your marriage, but he didn’t say anything. He just stood close to you as your mind reeled, thinking back to all the time you and Yuta had together, from rescuing him as a boy, growing up together, and falling in love.

It was at this time that you realized you'd both been doomed from the start. He was a blacksmith. You were the governor’s daughter. He hated pirates, you’d always admired them. He turned out to be born of a pirate, your father disapproved. Your murdered his best friend without telling him, he thought you were in love with Taeyong. You finally get married, and he gets a sword shoved through his body.

Perhaps you should have married Commander Johnny all those years ago. Perhaps you could have learned to love him and Yuta might still be alive…

“Madame, your chariot awaits,” a voice of the crew pulled you out of your self-destructive thoughts.

You turned around to them, finding a life boat thrown over the side and attached to ropes waiting to carry you down to the water.

You understood. You may have been the cause of the whole battle, but they didn’t want you on the ship if it were to go down. You opened your mouth to protest. To spout some nonsense about going down with the ship, but in reality, you knew it would have nothing to do with honor, and everything to do with dying the same day as your husband.

Before you could say anything, Doyoung pushed you forward and, together, they helped you into the boat. Right before they began lowering it, there was a loud wave crashing sound that drew your attention to the exact spot the ship had gone down. There it stood, pieced back together, as clean as a ship could be, and magnificent. But what really drew your attention was the man behind the ship wheel. Yuta!

His cheeks had filed out with life, and his body stood strong, perhaps stronger than he once was. He wore a dark-colored dew rag over his head, pressing into his forehead and a black shirt that cut almost to his navel covered his shoulders. He had a strap across his chest that you assumed was connected to a weapon, but the strap did not hide the angry red scar over his heart. It was at that moment that everything clicked in your mind, and your heart couldn’t decide if it wanted to break further or fill with joy.

Someone pulled the latch connecting to the rope holding the life-boat you were in and you were dropping down to the water, hitting the sea with a splash. Doyoung pointed to an island not far off shore and you understood, taking up the oars and rowing yourself inland, pulling the boat to shore and plopping yourself onto the sand.

Your dress was torn and filthy, nothing at all appropriate for a woman on her wedding night, but it didn’t bother you. You were never a proper woman, at least not like your father thought you should be. It didn’t matter much, though. Not now.

As The Flying Dutchman and The Black Pearl, captained by Yuta and Taeyong respectfully, charged toward the fleet of ships from your own town, you stood up from the sand and pulled your dress from your body, leaving yourself in the heavy underskirts to be unwrapped later. You stepped out of your worn, soft-leather boots, leaving them by the discarded dress. You turned your back to the sea where the ships were demolishing the fleet, and walked further up the beach until your bare feet hit rock instead of sand. You walked along the stone ground that wound into the heart of the island. It was there that you found the mouth of a cave. As you stepped inside, you found cloth linens in various colors already decorating the floor, several of whom you recognized from your time aboard The Black Pearl. You didn’t bother attempting to figure out how they had all gotten there, rather, you busied yourself gathering dried drift wood and sticks from around the cave, piling them in the middle of the cave and then fiercely rubbing two flint rocks you’d found together in the hopes of a spark.

It took a few tries but, eventually, a spark formed, catching the dried wood and soon, you had yourself a small fire.

You were sure not to allow any linens or other wood close to the open flame. Cautiously not allowing it to move any further than it’s designated plate on the stone ground, but letting the heat warm the cool cave to create a homey atmosphere where you could at least pretend was real, for the time being at least.

From outside, you heard what sounded like boots hitting the stone path leading to the cave, and your hand automatically reached for your sword that you realized you’d left on the beach.

“(y/n)?” his voice called, and this time, your heart raced for an entirely different reason.

You felt tears gathering in your eyes, but you were too stubborn to let them fall, pulling yourself up from the ground and running from the cave.

It didn’t take long to find him. He was standing just around the corner walking toward the cave when you ran straight into his arms with a shout of glee as he lifted you into the air and pressed his lips passionately against yours.

You respond to the kiss desperately, your fingers burying in the back of his hair, legs wrapping around his waist to anchor yourself to him as his hands slid down to rest on your ass. It was then that he kiss turned less passionate and more desperate and hungry, both behaving like starving dogs that hadn’t had loves food in ages.

He carried you blindly toward the cave, separating his lips from yours to kiss down your grimy neck.

“Love what you’ve done with the place,” he said, walking you over to the pile of linens you’d used to make a bed, dropping you gently down onto the cloth before removing his boots and climbing over you, his knees on either side of your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him back to you, pressing your lips against his as you tugged at the back of his hair, making him growl into the kiss, his hips settling over yours.

He disconnected your lips once again to kiss down your neck, stopping to suck gently on a spot above your collarbone as small gasps left your lips. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You’d been waiting for what felt like ages, and you were horribly grateful that it really would be Yuta and not some stiff-necked soldier hoping to make a housewife out of a restless soul.

His fingers dug into your under dress, reaching around you to pull the strings of the loosely tied corset free, allowing it to nearly drop off your skin as he pushed it away to find your cloth-wrapped chest.

He didn’t hesitate to unbind your breasts, throwing away the wrappings and taking in your form.

You wear sweaty and you likely didn’t smell all that great from days without a proper bath, but it didn’t deter him as he bent his head and latched onto a nipple, sucking at the perky bud softly as your back arched up against him.

An arm slipped beneath your spin, pressing against the small of your back to keep you arched as his teeth gently ran over the sensitive, untouched skin that made you tremble, heat rushing to your core, filling your belly with a fire desperate to be tended to.

As the bud raised painfully hard, he pulled away and blew against the wet skin, a shiver wracking through your body at the action as his mouth closed around the neglected nipple, giving it the same treatment.

Your thighs spread on their own, welcoming him between them as your hips moved slightly in an action desperate for his attention.

He pulled away from your second erect nipple and let out a small chuckle.

“Eager baby?” he asked, voice husky and thick with lust.

“I’ve been waiting years for this moment,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you ground your hips up against his.

He let out another chuckle and lifted himself up, making you groan at the loss of contact.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting much longer.”

He winked and pulled his arm out from beneath you, letting you settle back against the makeshift bed softly as he raised both arms and pulled his slit shirt off his body from the back, revealing his naked chest to you fully for the first time.

You always knew he was strong and muscular, but not so much that it was no longer attractive. You, however, had no idea that he was this toned. The skin of his stomach was pulled tight over waves of thick muscle that you dreamed of running your tongue over. His shoulders were wider than you’d realized and his arms thick with taunt ridges along his biceps. Saliva gathered heavily into your mouth and you swallowed it down thickly to prevent yourself from drooling.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

His question caught you off-guard, but a smirk of your own mirrored his.

“Very much so, my pirate husband,” you teased.

His smirk deepened and his fingers caught the dress that was still hanging from your body, pulling it down toward your feet. You lifted your hips, helping him out as he pulled the thick fabric from your body, eyes catching on the two leather straps wrapped tightly around your right thigh, a dagger sheathed in the leather holster. He looked up at you with a raised brow, but didn’t say anything as his fingers made quick work freeing your fleshy skin from the tightly-bound leather. Once free, he pushed the weapon away and set his mouth to work kissing the lines that had formed along your thigh. You let out a gasp as his tongue trailed over your skin, thighs shaking slightly as he moved over to the left, lips traveling higher and higher.

He hooked his thumbs into the cotton fabric on your undershorts, pulling them down your thighs slowly, fingers gingerly trailing over your skin as he did so. He threw the fabric away and climbed his way in kisses back up your body, your legs spreading for him as he got closer.

Part of you felt embarrassed. You weren’t cleanly shaven. Soft hair on your legs likely prickled his lips, and your now bare sex was far from bald, but as his thumbs met the lower lips of your labia, you knew he couldn’t have cared less.

Butterflies erupted into your stomach, furthering igniting the fire in your belly as his thumbs parted your lips, exposing your sopping core to his eyes for the first time.

“So wet, and we’ve barely begun,” he mused.

He hooked his arms under both of your legs one at a time, lifting them so that hooked over his shoulders, spreading you further apart as he leaned closer and blew a puff of cool air against your wet core. You shiver and let out a small gasp at the chilling action. He smirked again and moved closer still, poking his tongue out of his mouth and connecting the pink muscle with your most sensitive, nerve curling spot.

Your back arched immediately, hips pulling off the linens as a loud moan ripped from your chest. You’d heard from a few of your married maids back in the governor's house that it felt good, amazing even, but nothing could have prepared you for how wonderful it actually felt as every nerve was electrified with just a touch.

“Oh baby,” he moaned against your core.

And then it was on.

A scream tore from your throat as his tongue attacked your clit, abusing it mercilessly, teeth gently grazing over it as your hips rocked and bucked wildly, unable to be contained. Your fingers dug into the linen beneath you, hoping to ground you to something as his mouth practically tore at your consciousness.

“Oh God! Oh Fuck!” you whimpered loudly, body rocking and jerking so much one of Yuta’s arms had to press down on your hips to hold you to him.

His tongue lowered from your clit and lapped at the juice flowing from your entrance. Your walls clenched around nothing, desperately seeking to swallow something, anything as his tongue fluttered over them. They got what they wanted as a single digit pressed against you, pushing in slowly, testing the waters as your body decided whether it wanted to swallow it it spit it out.

His lips attached against your clit again and your body made up its mind, sucking him in almost lewdly, his finger curling against your walls, seemingly searching for something, though you didn’t know what.

A second finger was added not too much longer, this one stretching your walls slightly, but the delicious kind of stretch that made you that much eager for more. Together, both fingers curled upwards, turning you into a moaning mess as the fire in your belly raised higher, forcing your body to tremble as it tried to cope with all of the wonderful pleasures happening below the belt. You thought you might bust, but then, it got better.

Two fingers grazed over something that sent a whole new spark of electricity through your body and you let out a yelping moan.

“Found it,” Yuta said, sounding very proud of himself before he latched back onto your clit and his fingers pressed harder against the shocking spot inside of you.

“Of fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you hollered out, unable to contain your volume.

This did nothing to deter him as his fingers and tongue worked both nerve endings at the same time as the fire slowly consumed you until finally, something snapped in your core and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, body shaking even more violently as an orgamsm ripped through your body, conscious that he still hadn’t stopped yet.

You must have blacked out after such an earth shattering orgasm because, when you opened your eyes, Yuta was naked, his lips peppering kisses over your skin as he whispered softly against you. You shifted slightly and his eyes flicked up to yours.

“You're awake!” he grinned.

You nodded and opened your thighs, wrapping them around his waist, pulling his core to yours. He let out a small yelp at the unexpected movement, but moaned as the tip of his cock met your lips.

“Are you sure? We can stop here if the first orgasm was too much for you,” he offered, bending down to kiss your lips.

You looked up at him hungrily.

“Fuck me Yuta.”

And he nodded, because he was he to deny you one of the most carnal things known to man.

He pressed his hips closer to your core slowly until his tip poked in slightly, just past your labia, and he already felt enormous. He bent down to kiss your lips gently before steeling himself sliding in slowly.

Your walls spread around him like a blossoming flower in spring, sucking him in like a vacuum fitting like a glove until he was fully seat inside you, stretching your virgin entrance out so much it almost felt torturous. Tears pricked to your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them fall, though you weren’t fooling him. He pressed soft kisses to your cheeks and didn’t move, though you knew it was tortuous not to.

When the pain subsided, you nodded and kissed his lips as his signal to move. He pulled out of you at an agonizingly slow rate before pushing back in just as slow, and your body caught fire all over again.

A moan pulled from your throat and your back arched into him once again. He pulled out, continuing with the agonizingly slow pace, pushing back in with only a little faster movement. It felt good, it truly did, but your body ached for more and Yuta’s motions just weren’t cutting it.

“For the love of God Yuta! Fuck me like it’s the last time you get to!” you yelled.

This seemed to put a fire beneath him. The next time he pulled out of you at a slow pace, he shoved himself back inside of you, hard and rough and delicious. Your body rocked with the weight of his thrust, but he didn’t give you time to prepare before he was thrusting harshly into you again, and you screamed out his name, legs wrapping tighter around his hips, at least until one of his hand grasped your thigh right above your knee and practically tore it off his waist. His thrusts never paused as his maneuvered you slowly until your thigh was against your chest, knee thrown over his shoulder and the tip of his cock reached deeper inside of you than you thought possible. The new position burned. You weren’t all that flexible, but as the pain of the stretch mixed with the pleasure feeding your internal fire, you couldn’t complain as flames flickered behind your eyelids.

“Yes! Fuck!” you bellowed.

He lowered his face into your neck and sucked at your skin harshly while you helplessly endured his hips flawlessly pounding into you at a newfound skillful pace that made you wonder just what lucky bitch he’d practiced on before you.

Suddenly, seeming to need a change in movement, he was out of you, but before you could protest, he gripped your arm and flipped you over onto your stomach. You let out a gasp at the unexpected position, but your body seemed to know exactly what to do without your clueless command. Your knees lifted your hips, jutting your ass out and spreading your thighs while your face pressed against the linen, breasts dangling down, nipples rubbing against the cloth.

Yuta moved behind you, slapping your ass hard, eliciting a yelp from your unsuspecting mouth, but as he slid closer behind you and mounted you, you found you didn’t so much mind the slap, but rather, it made your wetness gush that much more.

He slid back inside of you harshly. The earlier gentleness long gone as he pounded you like a jack rabbit in heat. You weren’t complaining though. He felt longer, deeper this way, and your mind went wild as the tip of your cock pressed against the spot he’d found deep inside of you.

You mind out, mind going blank at the fullness, but he seemed to know exactly what to do, pulling out again and slamming back into the spot that made you see stars, but this didn’t seem to be enough. One hand slapped your ass again, harder, and the stinging sensation nearly made you lose your mind.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum again!” you cried out.

He didn’t respond, but as his hips sped up, you had a feeling he was close as well.

His hand wrapped around your hips and, for a moment, you thought he was just holding you up, but as his fingers found your clit, your body seemed to fight to get away. It was all becoming too much. His fingers on your clit, the delicious way he filled you up so magnificently, and his tip nailing that amazing spot inside you every time. You were half delirious with pleasure as the flames flicked at your nerves from the inside.

“Cum for me,” he whispered against your ear huskily and, for the second time that night, the floodgates were ripped open and your orgasm was tearing through you with an unforgiving pressure that rocked you to the core and made stars dance behind your eyelids as your world went white, your mind unable to comprehend just how good it felt until Yuta was spilling his warm seed inside of you, pushing it deeper into you with every thrust until it stopped and his hips slowed in motion, coming to a stop completely, though he remained tucked inside of your warmth, groaning at your fluttering and pulsing walls.

He maneuvered you both around until you were laying on your sides facing each other. He brought a hand up to brush hair away from your sweaty forehead, planting a soft kiss on your lips, and it was silent for a moment as both your bodies recovered from such activity, but as all things go, reality eventually had to rear its ugly head.

“You’re aware of what this means?” he asked softly, nosing your cheek as he pulled you closer.

With his words, the tears finally fell and you buried your face in his neck, his arms wrapping around you tighter, protectively.

You knew what it meant. You had been present for all of the conversations about Davy Jones and how exactly to kill him. You’d been there when Taeyong had been whispering to himself about stabbing the heart. You were oh so grateful he’d given his shot to Yuta, that your husband got to spend the wedding night in a perfectly romantic cave on the shore of some deserted island. But nothing could quell the anger and heartbreaking sadness that was coming the second the sun went down.

“I love you,” you sobbed into his neck.

His hands trailed up and down your bare back softly, gliding over your spine in an attempt at soothing your loud sobs.

“And I will always love you. Nothing in this world or the next will ever stop that,” he promised.

You let his words and warmth wash over you, calming your loud sobs and wrapping your broken heart in bandages, but you knew it’d never hold. Because you and Yuta were doomed from the start. You’d never get the chance to really grow old by his side, share a bed every night, raise children together, or simply be the wife of a blacksmith. When the sun disappeared, your perfect fantasy would disappear in a flash of light.

“So you know that my heart was cut from my chest, and placed in a locked box?” he asked, though you knew it wasn’t a question. At least, not the question he was really asking.

You nodded, sniffling as you pulled away slightly to look at him. It was at that moment that you noticed the small, antique, locked back near your clothes not two feet from where you both lay.

“I will protect it with my life,” you promised.

And you meant it, because you’d always wanted his heart, you just never realized you’d be getting it in the literal sense.

From the mouth of the cave, shadows cast along the entrance and you both knew what that meant. Nightfall was coming and though you’d only gotten the afternoon, one day is all that is promised.

“I will forever love you, and don’t you ever forget that,” Yuta said.

He pulled you close again, pressing his lips to yours passionately as though he longed to burn the feeling of them into his mind to keep forever. You weren’t much better, fingers skirting over his skin desperately eager to memorize every muscle in his body before he was pulling away all too quickly.

“I’m sorry. It’s time,” he whispered remorsefully.

You nodded and he untangled himself from you, pulling himself up with much force and putting his clothing slowly back on his body as you followed his example. When fully clothed, you walked from the cave together, hand in hand, back to the beach where The Flying Dutchman was waiting as close to shore as it could get. You sighed as the sun was close to disappearing on the horizon completely, taking your husband with it.

“Always look to the sea, and I’ll be looking back, even when you can’t see me,” he promised.

He pulled you close one more time, kissing your lips tenderly, before pulling away and stepping from your embrace, out into the ocean. He turned to wave goodbye as he disappeared and reappeared on the ship of death, and tears trailed down cheeks as you waved goodbye, your heart going with him just as his stayed with you.

“I love you,” you whispered into the wind as his sails dropped and the ship was off on the horizon, leaving you alone on the beach you would forever love and hate at the same time.

You never stopped waving as you watched the ship grow closer and closer to the sun setting on the horizon.

Ten years at sea, one day on land. That was the deal. It wasn’t fair. But as you watched the ship get smaller and smaller, you couldn’t help but press a hand softly to your stomach and pray that he’d left something else besides a locked box with his heart. Something to resemble him that you could cherish, even if your husband wasn’t beside you as it grew.

You grin. “Exactly.” Turning more towards him as you lean your back against the railing, you add, “by the time I’m back home everything should be up and running again.”

He chuckles, finally shifting his cool brown eyes onto you; the corner of his lips quirked up in a lopsided grin. “I’m starting to think you only like me for the summer trips.”

“Me?!” you gasp, placing a hand over your heart; your tone incredulous. “I would never. What kind of friend do you take me for?”

“A cheeky one,” he murmurs, ruffling your hair before pointedly arching a brow. “Don’t act like you don’t look forward to our trips every year.”

You half-heartedly bat his hand away, smiling sheepishly. “I enjoy the company more than the view.”

Snorting, he fixes you with a disbelieving look. “I can’t believe you.”

“Baek.” You whine, dropping your head onto his shoulder as he chuckles; the sound rumbling in his chest while you utter your next words. “You know I only tag along because of you. Remember that one time I didn’t and you just-”

A hand is promptly clapped over your mouth. “You swore to never speak of that again!” he exclaims, voice cracking at the high octave of his tone.

Smiling mischievously, you wiggle your eyebrows at him. “I also promised to accompany you ever since, so here we are.”

“I hate you,” he grumbles, looking out into the distance, a barely concealed pout on his downturned lips.

“You love me.” You chuckle, playfully poking his side, joining him in watching the calming waves. The smell of saltwater brings ease to your overactive mind. So much that you could have fallen asleep right there if Baekhyun didn’t start talking again.

“So, ready to tell me what’s bothering you?”

Even with your eyes closed you can sense his brown eyes looking down at you—and guess that a worried expression is on his face.

Slowly peeling your eyes open, you squint at the bright blaze of the setting sun that frames his broad silhouette before meeting his gaze. Yep. There it is. The worrisome look is completely misplaced on his handsome features.

“I’m fine.” Your voice is soft, yet guarded, something that earns a stern look from him in response.

“I know you’re not.” His concern-filled eyes betray the reprehension in his voice. A certain deep timbre that only comes out in times like this—cutting to the bone of your resolve. “You checked out your room instead of running straight to the beach and demanding that I help you build a sandcastle. A sandcastle. You didn’t even look at the water.”

“I had a long week, okay?” you shrug, lips twitching, avoiding his scrutinizing eyes. “We got weeks to build one anyway.”

“Is it him again?”

Your breath hitches. Slowly shifting your gaze from picking at your chipped nail polish, you meet his eyes. The soft look in them is enough to make your heart beat exhilarate and drop at the same time. A lump forms in your throat along with the swarm of butterflies finding home in your stomach. “I…” Sighing, you look away again. “Yeah.”

You can feel more than see him shift into protective mode. His chest briefly brushes against your side as he straightens up. His voice continues to take on that low comforting timbre that you’ve grown to love. “Did he say something stupid again?”

“Yeah.” You chuckle though there’s no humor in it, tears brimming your eyes. “You could say that.” Your eyes fall closed when his arms wrap around your waist, wordlessly pulling you close. His familiar warmth and scent of oranges mixed with laundry detergent have your shoulders relaxing despite the moisture escaping your tightly shut eyelids. “He didn’t take the news of our trip very well and gave me an ultimatum: stay home or lose him.” Flicking your eyes open, you meet his brown eyes with a wry smile. “You can guess what I chose.”

“You haven’t lost anything, kitten.” He carefully runs his hand through your hair, softly scratching your scalp in that way he knows will instantly calm you down. “You’ve tossed away a rock and kept a diamond.” He doesn’t break eye contact for a second. The twinkle in his eyes causes an old but not unwelcome feeling to blossom in your chest—until he utters his next word. “Me.”

“For fucks sake-” you snort, pushing away his smirking face, ignoring how your traitorous heart agrees with him. “I can’t with you.”

“It’s a fact,” he continues, hands raised in surrender at the pointed look you shoot his way. The smirk never leaves his face. “I’m amazing, you can’t deny it.”

“That ego of yours will get you in trouble one day,” you murmur with a shake of your head, turning on your heel to head back inside the French double doors behind you.

Baekhyun just chuckles, jogging to catch up with your quick strides. “Need me to tuck you in?” He inquiries, shoving his hands into his pockets with an amused smile.

“No.” You cross the hall to enter the guest room. It may be smaller than his master bedroom a few doors down, but you’ll only be sleeping and reading in here anyway. There’s no need for any extra space. “You always wait until I’m comfortable to turn off the fucking light.”

“But you shouldn’t sleep with the lights on anyway.” He noisily whines, following you into the cozy room. “It’s bad for your health.”

“I can’t sleep in the dark.” Wrinkling your nose, you pull a pair of purple pajamas from your suitcase on top of the bed, barely sparing him a glance. “Like at all. It’s—don’t give me those puppy eyes, you know I fear that shit.”

“I do,” he breezily agrees, inching his way further into the room.

You merely raise a brow at his odd behavior, picking up a brush to get rid of annoying tangles in your hair.

“Doesn’t mean I understand it though,” he mutters.

“Imagine opening your eyes to a shadowy figure standing over you.” You pause, sectioning your hair. “Huge. Declaring all the ways it plans to suck out your insides.”

“Sleep paralysis happens regardless,” he points out.

“It’s less scary in full lighting.” You snap, eyeing him with suspicion as he shuffles back towards the doorway, the bottom of his gray sweatpants dragging across the carpet.

“What about dim lighting?” he cutely tilts his head, puppy eyes still in full effect while his hand slides up the wall.

Your eyes narrow. “Baek, what the fuck are you-”

He flicks off the light with a bit too much force, the loud ‘click’ making you flinch. Your protest dies on your tongue when you register the small lights moving across his t-shirt. Lifting your eyes to the ceiling, you find even more of them, all different shapes and sizes. Dancing across the surface like bright stars in the night sky.

“I’ve been trying to think of better ways for you to sleep without a light, and thought of our anniversary.” His brown eyes meet yours, sparkling brighter than usual. “Remember?” he hums, lips curling adoringly. “We went to see the shooting stars and wished on each one until you fell asleep.”

Your heart damn near jumps out of your chest in the most pleasant of ways. You have to admit that you are touched—maybe even more than you should be. That little yet significant time you spent together amongst your busy schedules to celebrate your 14 years of friendship has to be one of your favorite memories with him. And that is considering the hundreds of others that you two have shared as you grew up together over the years.

Some have faded, but others have stuck with you forever, like the first time he held your tiny hand securely in his. A nine-year-old shining boy twice the size of you and your bullies while he led your shy five-year-old self away from the scene.

This all goes through your mind in the span of half a minute, yet all you manage to blurt out is—“That’s because I wasn’t alone.”

He makes a cooing noise, his cute boyish smile sending your poor heart into leaping over jump ropes. “You feel safe with me?” he rests a hand over his heart; his bright brown eyes looking at you in surprise—an endearing expression quickly ruined by his comment. “No wonder you drooled so much.”

You chuck your hairbrush at him and it hits him square in the back as he dashes out of the room.

♡—♡-♡—♡—♡-♡—♡

“Should we go skinny dipping?”

You pull your glass away from your lips, slowly turning to face the handsome devil seated in the center of the room. Baekhyun sits with his legs spread, dark blue denim clinging to his thighs. His red, palm tree-themed shirt blows in the light wind streaming in from the open bay windows. He looks at you from under the veil of his messy black hair. A smirk on his lips and joint dangling between his fingertips. The familiar smell of green wafts through the air around you.

You set your glass down on the wooden table next to the couch, keeping your eyes on him. You know what he’s trying to do. He’s been asking this question ever since the summer you turned 19. Teasing you for the sake of turning your cheeks different shades of red.

Having enough of his antics, you merely raise a brow at his cocky expression before tilting your head. “Okay.”

The look on his face is priceless. “What?”

“Let’s do it.” You shrug, nonchalantly picking up your drink as you stand. “I’ll get started while you finish.” You don’t look back at him while walking back to your room, leaving the hypnotizing scent and raven behind.

Twenty minutes later, you are making your way out onto the back patio in nothing but a towel, pushing open the French doors and staring at the large jacuzzi faintly lit up with its internal floor lights. For a moment you hesitate, clutching onto your towel as if it were a lifeline. Until the thought of how Baekhyun will surely tease the shit out of you for backing down so easily crosses your mind.

You release your grip on the thin fabric, quietly praying no one else is out to spot you as you ease your way into the warm water. The temperature of the hot tub is a pleasant contrast to the summer night breeze. You lean back with a sigh, staring distractedly up at the clear sky. The occasional star and beaming space station brings a smile to your lips.

“You’re really out here.”

Your eyes shift back down to a shirtless Baekhyun, a towel loosely hanging on his hips. You hum, arching a brow at the perplexed look on his face. A few moments go by with only the low hum of the jacuzzi and the sound of waves lapping at the shore. “Well?” you tilt your head, leaning your elbows on the back of the tub, internally freaking out over how his eyes subtly shift down to your cleavage. “Are you coming in or not?”

Baekhyun licks his lips, pulling the towel from around his waist. You submerge yourself deeper into the water, focusing your eyes skyward before you do something else foolish. The temperature somehow seems to rise with his presence.

“You’re all grown up now,” he mumbles.

Lifting your head from the edge of the tub, you end up gulping at the view in front of you. A broad-shouldered Baekhyun with messy black locks and water glistening on his chest is not good for your health. Especially with those captivating brown eyes of his that always seem to have you figured out. The same ones that are searching your expression for answers right now.

“I’ve been for a while.” You mutter, blowing a loose strand of hair away from your eyes. “I’m 21, you know.”

“Age and maturity are very different.” He states in that charming public-speaking voice of his, running a hand through his hair. You know where this is going. “Especially when it comes to you.”

Here we fucking go... You sigh, rolling your eyes tiredly. “Sure it is.”

Baekhyun merely lifts a brow, giving you a look before ducking underneath the water. Something you normally wouldn’t mind if you weren’t currently as naked as the day you were born. That’s your excuse for tugging at his arm in vain, yelping out a high-pitched version of his name until his face resurfaces. “Byun fucking Baekhyun!”

“Yep.” He nods to himself, running a hand through his wet hair. “Still the same.”

Your cheeks continue to burn, not sure if he means your reaction or—“That’s an invasion of privacy.”

“You agreed to skinny dipping.” He deadpans.

“Yeah!” you snap, gesturing between you. “Not this.”

“We’re both adults here.” He says as if that helps. His sharp eyes are quick to catch the way you cross your arms over your chest, your lips stubbornly pressed together. “You’re acting as if we haven’t seen each other before.”

Your eyes go wide. “We haven’t-”

“Remember screaming bloody murder at three in the morning and running to my room with your shirt left on the bedroom floor?” he raises a brow.

Well shit—“There was a fucking spider in my bed!” If you could dip under the water and never come out, you would.

The corner of his lips twitches up into a split-second grin. “Sure there was.” Taking in the daggers you’re shooting with your eyes, he sighs. “Relax, it's too dark to see anything anyway,” he grumbles with a roll of his eyes, raising a brow. “Better?”

“Much.” You huff, carefully adjusting the bun sitting precariously on your head.

“I’m surprised you aren’t wearing a cap today.”

You barely hear him murmur over the low hum of the hot tub, “what?” Fed up with it continuing to droop, you resort to gently carding your fingers through your hair.

“Usually by now you’d be sitting around with a book in your hand and twin buns in your hair.”

“Ah, that...” you squint over at him with one eye open, trying to gather every long strand of hair in your hands. You’re surprised he’d remember such a trivial thing as your weekend routine of lathering your hair with warm olive oil and dividing your hair for a few hours of pre-washing prep. It is a necessity you quite enjoy when it comes to caring for your relaxed hair. “I didn’t get in the water yet so I’ll just wash it tomorrow.”

Baekhyun sets you with a point-blank, even stare. “I’m going to have a word with that fucker,” he bristles, nostrils flaring.

You blanch, nearly dropping your hair before it can be secured in the final loop. “Why?!” you squeak, eyes closed in concentration.

“He’s hurting you, and he isn’t even here.” A big ripple of water collides with your chest before you sense him. Your eyes instantly snap open; you tilt your chin up to face him. His expressionless face is a bit too close for comfort—scratch that, your cheeks are already suffering the consequences. You just hope the stars aren’t bright enough to blow your cover.

You immediately avert your eyes. “It’s nothing new.”

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” The intensity of his gaze has your eyes meekly shifting back to his. “His every screw-up has messed with you so much, it’s fucking up your routine.”

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. What are you gonna do? Defend him? Your ex has broken you so many times, you marvel at how Baekhyun hasn’t left your pathetic, blabbering, naive ass behind. And the fact he hasn’t once said ‘I told you so’? Maybe he is more of a saint between the two of you.

“I hate fuckers like him,” he continues, brown eyes cloudy like a raging storm at sea. “Filling girls with hope just to crush them in the end.”

Your eye twitches. “Girls?”

“Women,” he corrects, meeting your eyes, “that deserve way better than them.”

“Well we’re kind of lacking men in the better department,” you mumble, cheeks warming. Not half of them are as good looking as you. It’s funny to hear him say all this knowing his track record of one night stands. Baekhyun runs through women faster than he fills up the gas tank of his Audi.

“Gotta owe it to the clever witches out there,” he muses, lips quirked up in a smirk. “Funny isn’t it? Women turning men into fuckers; fuckers turning women into-”

“I believe you got that backwards, buddy.” You intervene, huddling into yourself the more his gaze catches yours. The cool summer night is beginning to seep into your bones, chilling your skin despite the warm jacuzzi water.

“Maybe,” he relents, a heart-stopping, genuine smile on his lips as his fingertips brush over your arm. “Are you cold?” he inquires, his smile replaced with a furrow between his brows.

You still manage to blush despite the goosebumps raised on every inch of your skin outside of the water, susceptible to the his watchful eyes. “No,” you deny one second only to shiver in another.

Baekhyun gives you that look of ‘really?’ that you have familiarized yourself with over the years while he moves to the edge of the tub, taking your little bit of warmth with him. “Come on, let’s get inside. Don’t need you catching a cold out here.” He looks back at you when you don’t move, raising a brow.

“I’m not getting out before you,” you utter in a subtly petulant tone, submerging yourself deeper until the water reaches your chin when his gaze flickers over you again.

Baekhyun sighs, rolling his eyes but gets out of the water anyway, greeting you with his body full of toned skin and supple thighs. You gasp, quickly shielding your eyes from the view. He has the nerve to chuckle and you shoot him a glare from between your fingers, grateful that he’s already holding the towel around his waist. You look further up to see him eyeing you expectantly.

Baekhyun arches a brow, “well?”

“Fucking go inside already!” you shoo him away, sighing at his laughter with blazing cheeks. When he finally walks through the French doors, you wait a few moments before rising from the lukewarm water. Your teeth chatter at the cold as you gather your towel and quickly make your way to the nearest bathroom down the hallway. The sound of running water from within Baekhyun’s personal bathroom brings a knowing smile to your lips.

You swiftly pull on your shower cap once you make it to the guest bathroom, turning on the water and jumping in for a quick shower, washing away the water from the jacuzzi. For a moment you facepalm over the fact that this is your third shower of the day, but there was no way you were going to jump into the water with Baekhyun without freshening up first. You may skip hair day sometimes, but not leg day.

Feeling refreshed, you hop out of the shower and step out of the steamy room in a brand new towel, blinking a few times when your forehead collides with a hard surface. Looking up at an equally, freshly showered Baekhyun, you continue to blink in confusion. “Baek?”

“Hey,” he gently grabs your wrist, his black hair messily across his forehead, brown eyes wide and earnest. “I need your help with something.”

Still a little confused, you shrug, following him back to his room. He sits down on his blue comforter-covered bed, patting the space next to him. You slowly make your way further into the room, carefully sitting down at the edge of the bed. His brown eyes are observing you as always, making your skin get goosebumps and cheeks grow hot at the realization of your state of underdress, and his too. Seriously, what is with you and Baekhyun being this unbothered by lack of clothes?—correction… What is with Baekhyun being unbothered by it?

"You needed help with something?" you remind him, coughing to grab his attention.

He hums, thankfully dragging his eyes away from your flustered form. “I have a problem,” he supplies.

You frown, putting your hand over his nervously fidgeting ones in his lap. “What is it?” you ask tentatively for once.

Baekhyun sighs and his shoulders sag in defeat, prompting you to rub his back. “I’m having…” he makes wild gestures with his hands, “girl problems.”

“Ah...” you nod, heart racing a little. You’d laugh at the worried frown on his face if you weren’t nervous, and, admittedly, fearful. “What kind, if I may ask?”

He sighs as if it takes everything in him to get the words out. “There’s this girl,” he murmurs, staring at the far wall. “She’s a close friend and I’ve known her for years. We know each other like the back of our hands, and yet…” He turns back to you then. “I have no damn clue how she feels about me.” He grunts, looking away while ruffling his hair.

“Oh,” you smartly supply, heart going a mile a minute.

“Right ‘oh’,” he mumbles with a roll of his eyes, hand still tangled in his hair. “Much help. Thanks a lot.”

“No!” you reach out for him, grabbing his arm before he can walk away. “I mean… oh, you know?” Your face is burning all the way up to your ears.

Baekhyun gives you the most deadpan look.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you rush. “I guess…” you hesitate, daring to meet his eyes again. “It’s so surprising: you worried over how someone… feels about you.” You swallow. “Do you… like her too?”

“Yes.” He confirms without hesitation, adding in a quieter voice, “and it fucking scares me...”

“Hey,” you soothe, resting a hand on his shoulder, waiting until he faces you before continuing. “It’s going to be okay. Like what you said earlier, about the sticks and the dough-”

“Diamonds.” He corrects. “Rocks and diamonds.”

“Yeah, those.” You bob your head, beaming at him. “Relax, Baek. You are a total diamond! She’d be a fool not to fall for you.” Or a fool to do so. His track record once again comes to mind, but vanishes when you meet his vulnerable eyes.

Baekhyun looks at you while you continue shooting your smile at him, your lips twitching from upholding the position for so long. But it’s worth it for the way his eyes crinkle, his lips forming that rare box smile you know and love. “Thank you,” he mumbles, sealing the soft settlement with a kiss on your cheek that leaves your face near bursting into flames.

“N-no problem,” you stammer, grateful for the worn out elastic that broke your hair-tie in the shower earlier, leaving your hair to shield your heated cheeks from his observant eyes.

Baekhyun chuckles, shifting next to you. “Ah...” he pauses as you peek over at him. He turns to face you again, pointing to the digital clock on the nightstand. “It’s already 4am.”

“Shit.” You groan, flopping back onto the bed. “I’m gonna miss the first sunrise.” You whine, pouting up at the ceiling.

“I mean,” he perks up, muttering calmly. “I could always wake you up-”

You sit up on your elbows, giving him a long, hard look.

“Just a suggestion,” he insists, hands raised in surrender.

Sighing, you fall back onto the bed. “It’s fine,” you mumble, fingers tracing over the designs in the comforter. “I mean, I could use the rest anyway—HEY!” you yelp, feeling weightless until your body falls back onto the bed. Your eyes snap up to meet a pair of dark brown narrowed ones. “You are not.” Baekhyun starts, gaze steady on yours. “Sleeping our vacation away.”

You quickly nod, trying your best not to gulp, but between the close proximity and the state of your underdress, you are damn near fainting at this point with your heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears. Something about the way he said, “our” runs over and over in your hyperactive mind.

“Good.” He smiles so boyishly you want to scream into the nearest pillow. With that, Baekhyun leans back, humming in satisfaction while nonchalantly adjusting the knot in your towel. “Get some sleep, okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Blinking a few times, you nod, hopping off the bed with as much grace as you can manage before heading for the door. “Goodnight, Baek,” you mumble, keeping your voice steady.

He responds with a light hum, his reply reaching your ears just as you reach the door. “Goodnight.”

You shoot him one more small smile before turning away, walking down the hall to your room with relatively shaky legs. What… the hell was that? This isn’t the first time you have asked yourself this question—or the last, but, really, what the hell? You’d think after 10 years your crush would fade, but all it does is grow and evolve by the day. Blossoming into something that you wouldn’t dare utter aloud… but can’t help thinking about.

Closing the door behind you, you clutch a hand to your chest, watching the pretty night lights dance across the ceiling with a fond smile and a faint fluttering in your heart. Only one person is on your mind while you climb into bed and settle on your satin pillow. You go to sleep with much to think about, and none of it is of your ex fuck-up.

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The first one was addressed to Jaehyun Jeong, the senior TA in your sociology class who always looked so dashingly handsome no matter what he wore. Whenever he gave presentations, it made you fall that much more for him. His voice sounded so nice and he looked so strong and confident as he stood at the front of the lecture hall. You wrote to him:

Letter 1: To Jaehyun Jeong,

“You probably don’t even know me but I’m in the sociology class that you TA for, section 306 to be specific. I always look forward to coming to class because that’s when I can see you. When you’re not there, it’s just not the same. It’s as if everything seems more boring, the color duller, the volume more muted, I can never seem to pay attention to anything because my mind is so full of you.

I barely even know you and your interests but that one time you plugged in your laptop to the projector, you still had your Spotify open and I saw that you listen to The 1975 and Cigarettes After Sex. I like them too and I always wondered what your favorite songs are. Sometimes I’d imagine getting to talk to you and learn all the little things about you, like how you make your coffee in the morning, or how you always seem so enthusiastic when lecturing about possibly such boring concepts, or what you’ll be doing after you graduate.

These are the things I’ll never get to know about you. Once you graduate in spring, that’s it. I guess this is my early goodbye to you, Jaehyun. I wish you all the best in the future and I know I may not ever forget you.”

The second letter was addressed to Jungwoo Kim, one of your classmates who was just a year older than you. Even though he was already a junior, he was stuck taking a sophomore econ class because he wasn’t able to take it the year before due to sleeping through the class registration date and all the seats filling up before he even had a chance to get in. Whenever you got fed up by all the concepts that made little to no sense, he was always ready to cheer you up, making jokes or acting cute, whatever he had to do to make you feel better.

Letter 2: To Jungwoo Kim,

“Thank you for being such a wonderful seatmate and choosing to stay next to me even though you could have moved to sit with your friends all along. It’s honestly kind of funny how they chose to sit together and left you out but now here we are, having more fun and earning better grades than them. They probably wish they were sitting with us, right? But anyway, all those times I said I was staring out the window and looking at a bird or a dog outside, I was really looking at you.

You’re so attractive and you don’t even know it. You told me that you act funny because you aren’t handsome but I don’t think that’s true. I think you’re both funny and handsome and an incredibly attractive person. If I ever had the nerves and strength to do so, I would ask you to be my boyfriend because you’re so fun to be around and I wish our time together wouldn’t have to end after this semester.

Who knows though, maybe we’ll have another class together next semester. I really hope we do but I don’t even know what the chances of that are and it’s not like I have your number to ask which sections you’re signing up for. So I guess this is goodbye to you, Jungwoo. I hope to see you around on campus and that you treasure our memories together as much as I do.”

There are as many dreams at night as there are stars.

You wrote these letters with no intention for their contents to be read by anyone else but you. This was your way of dumping your feelings out and sealing them away, never to be seen again. You had planned to take the letters home with you over winter break and lock them up with the rest of your collection of letters but when you were unpacking your belongings after returning, they were nowhere to be found.

The image of them sitting on your desk back in your dorm was burned into your head and you can only hope no one bothered to move them or even more so, read them. You really should have texted your roommate, Jalen, who was staying in the dorms while she took a winter course, but the thought never crossed your mind as you agonized over the letters for the next month and a half.

Upon your return to campus, after Christmas and New Years, you had pretty much forgotten about the whole letter ordeal until you saw one of their recipients in your morning statistics class. When you stepped foot inside of the classroom, you recognized Jungwoo almost immediately and both of you seemed to freeze as your gazes met. Snapping out of it quickly, you took a seat on the other side of the classroom just as you saw his mouth open, likely to call you over, though he refrained from doing so.

The first class of the semester was always easy, just going over the syllabus and what to expect out of the course, all that jazz. It allowed you to occasionally peek over at Jungwoo to see what he was doing. Quite frankly, you don’t know if it was because it’s still a bit early in the day but he didn’t seem as attentive as usual. His eyes looked glazed over as he stared straight ahead, barely even blinking.

Your professor had excused the class early since there wasn’t much to cover and it was your own fault that you were too caught up in staring at Jungwoo to notice the rest of the students packing up their belongings. He turned around, his eyes surprised to find your own staring right back at him, and that was your cue to flee. You quickly shoved your things into your backpack and made a beeline for the door, Jungwoo right on your heels. Looking back, it must have looked quite comical, the way you were nearly Black Friday speed walking out with the lanky man behind you doing the same.

“Hey! Y/n! Wait up!” Jungwoo called out, “Don’t act like you can’t hear me young lady!”

You rolled your eyes at his persistence and begrudgingly came to a stop once you were out of the main hallways and away from the eye of the public. “Can I help you?”

“Wow, shouldn’t you be a little more nice after all that stuff you wrote in that letter? I thought you-”

It felt as if your whole world had stopped, your heart plummeting below the floor. “What letter?” You asked cautiously.

“The one where you said that you like to stare at me and you think I’m attractive and handsome, and you’d ask me out-”

Again, you interrupted him, “where did you get it from?”

Jungwoo raised his eyebrows in interest, “oh? So you acknowledge that you wrote it?”

“W-well, yes, okay, but how did you get it?” You were fumbling for words and you hoped that he didn’t notice how anxious you were.

“Your roommate, what’s her name? Jaden? Jayna?”

“Jalen,” you corrected him.

“Yeah, that girl, she gave it to me over winter semester,” he explained, “she said it had my name on it and you left it on your desk before you went home. She thought it was important, which is why you left it for her to get to me.”

Your face was as blank as your mind. You were staring straight at Jungwoo, all your thoughts ripping through your head because you didn’t know what to do now. Jaehyun’s name flashed in front of your eyes when you suddenly remembered you had also written him a letter and just as you were about to turn and run to who knows where, Jungwoo caught your arm and forced you to stay put. “Hey, don’t just leave me like this, I need an explanation!”

“An explanation for what?” Your arms flailed in exasperation, just wanting to head to the library for some peace and quiet or maybe the food court to buy something to distract you for a bit.

Jungwoo backed off at your little outburst. “Did you really mean everything you said in the letter?”

“I did.” You state.

He made a puzzled expression at you. “Did? Or still do? There’s a difference.”

You let out a sigh, staring off into the distance behind him. “I guess, I still do. Why?”

“I think maybe we should give us a try,” he proposed, “I will admit that I also thought you were quite attractive but I didn’t think you would feel the same way so I just told myself to forget about it and move on, but here we are.”

There was a moment of silence as you processed what he just said. “‘Give us a try’ as in?”

“As in being a couple, you know? You’re my girlfriend and I’m your boyfriend,” Jungwoo clarified.

“A-are you sure you want to? You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you blurted in utter shock at how this scenario was turning out.

He nodded, “of course, I wouldn’t go through all this effort if I wasn’t sure.”

“I don’t know…” you teased, “you’ve done a lot of questionable things even when you weren’t sure if you should.”

He ran a hand through his soft, brown hair, “look, I needed to know what would happen after eating mentos and drinking Coke. I couldn’t find anything about it online so if someone was going to sacrifice themself for science then it was going to be me.”

Both of you laughed as you remembered that instance outside of the cafeteria when he had recklessly eaten a few mentos and downed a can of Coca Cola to see if he’d end up rocketing out a soda fountain. He didn’t, and just got a bad stomach ache afterward but it was funny to see him threatening the rest of your friends by saying “I’m the Cola dragon! I’m going to use my Cola breath if you come too close!”

“Okay but seriously,” Jungwoo went on, “I’m willing to see how this works out. At best, maybe we’re made for each other and end up getting married in a couple of years, and at worst we go back to being just friends.”

You cringed at the latter end of his statement. “How do you know that we’ll still be friends if this doesn’t go well?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know but that’s what I hope will happen. But we shouldn’t think about that for now, right?”

“Right,” you agreed, “so, if I’m willing to give this a try and you are too…”

“Then I guess that makes us a couple,” Jungwoo stated before looking down at his watch, “a couple of idiots because we’re about to be late for class.”

You broke out into a smile as he pulled out his phone and panicked to find where his next class was. “I don’t have a class until 10 so it’s just you who’s the idiot.”

“Well then I’m your idiot,” he cooed, “I’m fucked right now but I’ll catch you later, babe!”

“Too soon!” You called out to him as he took off to his class.

Now, comfortably, I’m with you again.

When you got back to your dorm later that day, you were sure to give Jalen a piece of your mind and make it known just how much stress she had put you under. But at the very least, you did thank her because it was to her credit that you now have a boyfriend. An extremely handsome and cute one, too.

Your friends were the slightest bit surprised when Jungwoo started regularly showing up to eat lunch with you guys and started acting a whole lot more clingy towards you. They all were so happy when you finally told them that things were official and the one-sided crush you had last semester was no longer just a crush.

Jungwoo got along with your entire friend group and was such a social butterfly but you never got the opportunity to become jealous because he’d always return to you, similar to how a puppy returns to its owner. He always made sure that people knew the two of you were in a relationship by holding your hand, putting an arm around your shoulder, or even giving quick kisses to your cheek or forehead. He was awfully affectionate but you didn’t mind it at all.

You should have known that everything was going too well and something was bound to happen. Almost exactly a week after you and Jungwoo had become a couple, you ran into Jaehyun in the cafeteria. It happened when you were staring into the large vending machine, thinking about which drink to get. “Y/n.” a voice called out firmly. A voice that made you want to drop everything and run.

Jaehyun came to stand next to you. “I recommend the peach tea,” he began, “it’s the right amount of sweet and it goes really well with any bag of chips.”

“Uh, thanks,” you stepped forward and got the tea he was talking about. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good, just getting in order for graduation,” he followed you in getting the peach tea and nudged you in the direction of the cash registers. “Y’know, a little while ago, I got a letter from a friend of yours-“

Again, you felt yourself go weak and you cursed at Jalen for not asking you about the letters and yourself for not texting her to ask about them. “Yeah about that…please don’t take it seriously, I didn’t know what I was doing.”

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow at you. “Why shouldn’t I take it seriously? It seems like a lot of effort went into writing it.”

“I just…never intended for you to read it,” you told him as the cashier rang you up.

“Well for your information, I think it was well written and delivered a very nice message,” he placed his items on the counter with yours and handed the cashier his card. You were about to refuse but he held up a hand to silence you. “I just wanted to let you know that some things in that letter are possible.”

Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “Jaehyun, what are you saying?” After paying for everything, he grabbed his items and ushered you outside. You took your tea and immediately opened it to take a sip, hoping to quench your thirst and anxiety.

“I’m saying that we can talk about my favorite 1975 songs and I can show you my coffee orders and take you to my favorite cafes,” he suggested, “with your agreement of course.”

“I’d like that,” you confess.

There was a bit of silence as Jaehyun smiled to himself. “You wouldn’t happen to be free this weekend, would you?”

“I actually am,” you tell him after doing a quick mental check of your schedule.

“Would you like to come with me to Coffee Bean on Saturday then? I haven’t been there in a while and I heard they had some nice winter drinks,” he proposed.  

“The Dulce de Leche Latte is really good,” you share, having gotten one yourself a little while ago, “but yeah, I’d love to go with you.”

Jaehyun pulled the receipt out of his pocket along with a pen from his backpack and quickly jot down his number before handing it to you. “Meet me there at 1. Bring your assignments too, if you have any. I’m planning on grading some things while we’re there, just TA things, you know?”

“Sure, just TA things,” you humored.

“Speaking of which, I have a class to teach in a bit so I hope you have a good rest of your day and I’ll see you soon,” he concluded, his hair blowing in the light breeze.

“Have fun, Mr. TA,” you joked, “don’t bore the poor students to death.”

“That’s not what your letter said.” With that, he waved you goodbye and headed off to the humanities building.

When he was out of sight, you added his number to your contacts and sent him a message so he knew it was you. A few seconds later he responded with ‘;)’ and you hoped no one was watching you smile at your phone.

Now you weren’t so upset about the letters anymore, seeing as how it led to only better things with both of the recipients.

On Saturday you met up with Jaehyun at the cafe and you told Jungwoo that you’d be out studying with a friend. He wished you well and told you to study hard. This was only the first of many half-lies you’d be telling him. It was true that you were going to a cafe, planning to study, and that you were going with a friend, yet it didn’t feel like it was the entire truth.

The week after that, you went to watch a new movie with Jaehyun. In that same week, you and Jungwoo shared your first kiss. Then the next time, it was a vinyl store with Jaehyun and your first ‘I love you’s with Jungwoo. The turning point came when Jaehyun took you to the local Spring Carnival, the very same one that Jungwoo had asked you to go to but you had turned him down, already tired from having gone with Jaehyun the week prior.

You kept telling yourself that there was nothing wrong with this since Jaehyun had never explicitly labeled the two of you as anything special. Girls can have guy friends and a boyfriend at the same time, right? Certainly, you should have told Jaehyun that you were already taken, but since he hadn’t crossed any boundaries while the two of you were out on friendly dates, you never felt a huge need to mention Jungwoo.

Your energy was worn thin between the two men and it broke your heart, seeing Jungwoo’s dejected expressions whenever you turned down his offers to go out and do something fun together. The midterm season had started and that further limited your time with him, yet you had still gone out with Jaehyun to another one of his favorite cafes late at night. This time, you were determined to tell him about Jungwoo and set some distance between yourself and Jaehyun.

“So how has sophomore year been going for you?” Jaehyun asked, sipping on the warm tea he had gotten for both of you.

You shrugged, swirling the cup around and watching the little leaves float around. “It’s okay. I took my first midterm of the semester a few days ago and I have two more to go.”

“What class?” He inquired, his eyes never leaving your face.

“History,” you told him, “I think I did quite well on it, but having that feeling is never too good since you’ll be let down more if it turns out you didn't do well.”

“That’s very true,” he agreed.

You played with the condensation forming on the inside of the cup, sloshing around the liquid to get rid of the bubbles and watching it form again. “How’s it going with graduation? Did you turn in all the paperwork for it?”

He nodded as he took another sip of his drink. “I submitted all of my documents and paid all the fees, I’m just waiting for my supervisors to add their comments and give their final approval.”

“That’s good,” a short silence fell upon the two of you. “What are you planning on doing after graduation?”

“I’ve been thinking about going into psychology or maybe some type of social work,” Jaehyun shared, tilting his head as he recalled all of his options, “I used to think about doing criminal psychology but that seemed a little too intense for me.”

“Criminal psychology?” You were a bit shocked, to say the least.”

A shy smile donned his face, his dimples peeking out ever so slightly. “I used to watch criminal documentaries with my parents when I was younger and my mom always would comment on how cool the psychologists were,” you always loved hearing stories from his childhood and imagining how he would’ve looked when he was younger, “I wanted my mom to call me handsome and cool when I grew up so that’s why I started studying psychology in the first place.”

“And from there, you found all the other branches and professions, I’m guessing?” He nodded in agreement. “That’s really cute, you know. Most people just say that they’re going into those kinds of fields because they ‘want to help people’ but it’s nice that you have your own backstory with a special connection to it.”

“I do want to help people and leave an impact on their lives,” he added, “but I do admit that it’s all because of my mom that I ended up here.”

“Cute,” you chuckled, finally drinking some of your tea after letting it cool down for a bit.

“That’s another one of your questions answered, isn’t it?” Jaehyun pondered.

You almost choked on the liquid going down your throat. “It’s a what?”

“In your letter,” he explained, “you said you wanted to know what I’d be doing after graduation right? Well, now you know. Speaking of which, I’ve also been showing you all my favorite drinks and I even took you to that record store last week.”

You felt your cheeks heating up from his words but you blamed the heat of the drink. “You remember all of that? What I wrote in the letter, I mean.”

Now it was Jaehyun’s turn to be embarrassed, “I read it almost every night.”

A whole rush of emotions flooded through you, it felt as if you were on a roller coaster. “Every night?”

“Almost, every night,” he defined, “but yes, I do read it quite often. It was my first time receiving anything that sincere and I haven’t been able to get it off my mind.”

“That’s...really sweet of you,” you confessed.

“Look, I...have something to tell you,” Jaehyun began, sitting forward and resting his forearms on the table, “I know I should’ve told you this before but now I think I finally have the confidence to do so.” You knew nothing could ever prepare you for what this man has to say, he was always so unpredictable. “I have feelings for you, romantically, and I would like to pursue a relationship with you, though I can understand if you do not feel the same, especially since I’m graduating soon and leaving this chapter of my life behind.”

In this moment, all stop, my whole body reacts quickly.

To say that you were speechless would be an understatement. If there was a way to track how fast your thoughts were moving, you would have broken all the speed limits in the world. You should’ve seen this coming with the way he’d only treat you with the utmost care and respect. There was nothing but adoration and infatuation in your heart for the man in front of you, yet the same went for Jungwoo, oh poor Jungwoo. You should have told Jaehyun about your relationship sooner and avoided this whole situation, yet here you were, having to inadvertently choose between the two of them.

“I really would love to reciprocate your feelings but,” you saw Jaehyun’s expression drop, “I just can’t right now.” Damn your kind heart and damn your weak mind. You simply couldn’t bring yourself to turn Jaehyun down, not after he had quite literally shown you into his soul.

“I understand,” he faltered, “is it the graduation? Or is it something else? Because I’m sure we could work something out if it were just due to me leaving the university.”

You shook your head, “no, it’s not your graduation. It’s just that I have...other things going on right now that I don’t think would allow me to be the best partner for you.”

“I’ll take it that you don’t want to share the details of those ‘things’ with me as of right now so I won’t ask about them,” he was so good at reading you that it was almost frightening. “But my offer still stands and if the time ever comes where you feel that we could be together, I’ll be waiting until then.”

This was only going to get worse if you later told him that you got a boyfriend. No matter what you could think of, you were stuck between Jaehyun and Jungwoo with no escape. “In the meantime though, I do have a favor to ask of you. It’ll be fun if you accept and it won’t be much of a burden, I promise,” Jaehyun reassured.

You agreed after hearing the details of it, though it wasn’t without a ton of inner turmoil and asking yourself if it was morally right to do so, especially if you wanted to continue your relationship with Jungwoo. This was going to be the ending of your romances with one of them and you hoped it would be over quickly without much difficulty.

After the midterm season passed, you devoted more of your time to Jungwoo and only accepted a few date invitations from Jaehyun. You’d tell Jungwoo that you were studying with friends or going in for extra office hours and tutoring, which he didn’t question any further since he was doing just the same.

There was a distance that had grown between the two of you and you knew Jungwoo felt it too because he made sure to tell you “I love you” whenever he could and he’d write sweet little messages for you and slip them under your door or send them at late hours of the night so you’d have something nice to wake up to.

For Jaehyun, it was a little harder to make up excuses though you told him nearly the same thing. He still showed up on campus to teach his assigned classes and finish up his research projects. Those days were the days you felt the most suffocated. You were constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure that you didn’t run into either one of them, or when you were with one man, the other wasn’t around.

It was quite criminal, really, the way you were sneaking around in broad daylight like this. But the remaining half of the semester passed by and you maintained your double life without any incident. Now all that was left for you was summer and the promise you made to Jaehyun, followed by summer school of course.

Jaehyun held the heavy door open for you while you lugged your suitcase in through the doorway, glad that the AC in the room was already running, or else you would’ve been drenched in sweat by now. He closed the door behind him after pulling his own suitcase in and let out a little noise of glee before flinging himself onto the puffy white bed. “Come try it, it’s so soft!”

You jumped into the bed next to him and found that he was not lying at all. The two of you laid side by side in a comfortable silence until you felt yourself beginning to doze off so you sat up to try to shake off the feeling, not wanting to get jet lag. “So tomorrow,” you prompted, “that’s our free day besides getting lunch and dinner here, and the day after that is the wedding?”

Jaehyun let out a grunt in confirmation, not wanting to move from where he had his face buried into a pillow. You checked the clock and noted that it was already well into the evening. “Should we call room service for dinner so we can shower while we wait then head to sleep after?”

He let out another grunt with a mumbled, “put it under my name.”

You gave him a quiet “thank you” before getting up and seating yourself at the desk with the hotel telephone and ordering dinner for the two of you. By the time you had hung up, Jaehyun had already fallen asleep, tired from the flight in and driving on the busy roads. You took this time to organize your thoughts and belongings while preparing to shower. The room service would be here in about 45 minutes so you definitely had enough time to shower, as long as you didn’t get too caught up in reading the labels on things in the bathroom.

While you were showering, you thought back to that cursed day where you promised Jaehyun that you would do this, that you’d be his fake girlfriend at his family friend’s wedding over the summer. He had confessed his feelings for you so sincerely that you just could not outright turn him down so you figured that this was the least you could do for him, especially since he was paying for everything.

Jaehyun had explained to you that his parents, despite loving him to pieces, would always try to set him up with other girls whenever they were at these large events and he absolutely hated it. He was tired of being sent off to go hang out with some girl that he barely even knew and when he came back in a bad mood, they’d always blame it on him. You figured that with a face and body like his, you could see why it was so difficult.

He told you that he’d take care of everything since he was the one asking you for a favor, but the only thing that might pose a problem was the fact that people were going to see you as a couple and therefore expect you to behave like one. For example, sharing a room, more specifically a bed. You knew there was always the sofa in the room but you’ve read enough books as a young adult to know that things never end up the way you plan them to.

Jaehyun said that the trip would only be for a few days, two days for traveling and returning home, two days of free time, and one day for the wedding. It really didn’t sound all that bad and you hoped through this, you’d be able to tell where your feelings lay on the spectrum between Jaehyun and Jungwoo.

Speaking of, Jungwoo has only been the most supportive and loving boyfriend within the past couple of months. Both of you were over the moon when your final grades of the semester came in and he had taken you out to dinner to celebrate. That was when he had given you a promise ring and confessed fully to you. “I truly see a future with you and no matter the distance between us, whether it be physically or emotionally, I know we’ll make things work like we always do. Don’t you ever forget that I’ll always be here for you, okay?”

You always wore the ring. Sometimes on your finger, sometimes on a necklace, but it was always on you. You caught Jaehyun eyeing it a couple of times but he never explicitly asked about it so you never told him any details behind it. Even now, when you were supposed to be Jaehyun’s supposed girlfriend, you still kept Jungwoo’s ring to remind you of his presence.

When you told him about this trip, you didn’t lie to him at all. You told him that one of your friends had asked you to be his plus one to a wedding because he was tired of his family trying to set him up with other girls. Jungwoo wasn’t so approving the first time around, especially when you said that you’d have to share a room with this other person, but you eventually convinced Jungwoo that it’s not anything bad, you’re just doing a favor for a friend and you’d come straight home to him when it was all over.

A knock on the front door broke you out of your thoughts. You didn’t realize how long you were taking in the shower and you swore at yourself, knowing that it was the room service. Quickly, you wrapped a towel around yourself and went to accept the food, thanking them and bringing the cart inside of your room while trying to be quiet as to not wake Jaehyun. It seems that your efforts weren’t enough because when you looked over at him again, he was staring right at you.

His ears went pink and he threw the blanket over his head when he saw that you caught him, “sorry, I uh, I heard you moving around and woke up. I didn’t see anything, I promise.”

You suddenly felt so much more exposed, realizing that you were wearing just a towel that barely covered down to half of your thighs, leaving little to one’s imagination. “You can start eating,” you hurriedly told him, “I’ll finish showering and then you can hop in after.”

After receiving a muted “okay” from him under the thick covers, you got back into the shower, ready to silently scream at yourself for that whole encounter. It was bad enough already, you didn’t know how you were supposed to survive three whole days with him like this.

By the time you were done in the shower and came out of the bathroom, Jaehyun was already done eating and gathering his own toiletries and clothes to shower. “I left some food for you, I didn’t know what you’d like so I left a bit of everything.” He pushed past you and headed into the bathroom, refusing to make eye contact with you.

You ate dinner in silence, simply letting yourself marinate in your own thoughts for a while before finishing your food and cleaning up all the dishes. Jaehyun was still in the shower after you had called room service for cleanup and pushed the cart outside so you climbed into bed and tried your best to stay at the edge, not wanting to take up more space than necessary and end up like all those romance novels.

At some point or another, you must have fallen asleep because the next time you open your eyes, the room is already being lit by the faint rays of sunlight coming through the curtains. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and checked through your notifications, making sure to respond to Jungwoo and let him know you were doing okay, even sending him a few selfies to ease his worries.

Jaehyun was still asleep next to you, snoring ever so slightly. He looked so cute like this, his cheek smushed up against the pillow and his soft hair falling over his eyes. You felt the urge to take a picture of him but ultimately decided against it, your interest in exploring the hotel getting the better of you.

It was only 9am so you figured that the pool shouldn’t be too crowded, and if it was then you’d just sit on a lounge chair for a bit before coming back to the room. It was summer and you did well during the academic year so the least you could do for yourself was get a bit of vitamin D in. You wrote a note for Jaehyun telling him you’d be at the pool for a bit and left it on top of his suitcase, where you were sure that he’d see it and you got changed in the bathroom, putting on sunscreen and grabbing a towel to take with you.

Luckily, there weren’t too many people around when you arrived at the pool, most of them being kids and sticking to the shallower side. The sky was clear overhead, already warming up the pavement under your feet and encouraging you to get into the water. You carefully slid in, enjoying the refreshing coldness and the feeling of near weightlessness. It got boring after a while, just swimming from place to place so instead, you entertained yourself by looking down at the streets below you, resting your head atop your arms while your lower half was still submerged in the water.

It was nice to let yourself go on autopilot like this, just observing the people and cars coming and going. You wondered where they were headed to, who they were, what they were doing. Sometimes you’d make up little stories for them if you found someone’s outfit particularly interesting or if they were doing something a bit out of the ordinary like the group of young boys you saw carrying cardboard boxes. Maybe they were carrying groceries or helping someone to move in, you would never know.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you finally climbed out of the pool, but you figured it must have been enough for Jaehyun to wake up and do his own thing. Seeing as how most of the people sitting beside the pool had plates with them, it must have been near lunchtime already and you felt yourself grow hungry just looking at them eating. You forgot what time the hotel’s restaurant closes at so you grabbed your things and hurried back to your room to change and get lunch with Jaehyun.

What you were expecting was to have a quick shower and change into comfortable clothes then head down to the restaurant to eat. What you didn’t expect was to open the door and come into Jaehyun jacking off in the middle of his bed with his phone in hand, the sounds of sex audible enough for you to quickly close the door behind you, not wanting anyone passing by to see or hear anything they shouldn’t have.

Both of you froze and locked gazes though Jaehyun was the first to break away, quickly pulling the blanket up to his bare chest, trying his best to hide while stopping the video playing on his phone. It was too late, the image of his toned body and flexed muscles already burned into the walls of your brain, his hardened member making you think of things that you shouldn’t.

“Sorry, I should leave-”

“I thought you were at the pool-”

Both of you spoke at the same time, making it terribly more awkward. “I was at the pool, but I thought it was getting close to lunch so I came back,” you explained, talking into the wall, refusing to look in his direction.

“It’s only 10:30 so I thought we’d be getting lunch at like, noon or something,” Jaehyun stuttered out.

You let out a sigh, “no, sadly. I didn’t take my phone with me either so I just guessed what time it was and now here I am.”

There was rustling in the sheets on the bed. “Well, would you like to join me?”

You know what I mean, I like being alone, except for when I play with you.

It was like all common sense left your brain at his question, the heat of your needs overpowering any sanity you had left. You turned around to see that Jaehyun was now sitting up, the blanket now sitting at his waist as he looked at you expectedly. “Do you want me to join you?”

“It sure beats using my hand,” he pointed out, “and you’re already near-naked anyways. But it’s your call.”

You unwrapped the towel around you, letting it drop to the floor, before getting onto the bed as Jaehyun pushed the covers down further, exposing his pink cock to you. Settling between his legs, you took his length in one hand and began slowly pumping him while sucking at the tip, already covered in precum. Jaehyun weakly moaned from your touches, shifting around a little under your grasp. Your other hand, that wasn’t busy sliding up and down his throbbing dick, came to rest upon his lower abdomen. The lines and dips of his muscles flexing underneath your fingers.

As you took him further into your mouth, he began to rock his hips ever so slightly, almost causing you to choke on his cock. You pressed down on his stomach to keep him still, causing him to let out a faint whine, his eyes shut tight and fists balled up in the sheets. When you began bobbing your head, that’s when Jaehyun finally eased up a little now that you were no longer teasing him.

His placed a hand on the back of your head, pushing you down onto his length and you allowed him to do so. He used your mouth as if it were a toy, using it to fuck himself with his head thrown back in bliss. His member twitched once in your mouth and he slowed his pace, not wanting to go overboard too early but you had other plans in mind.

You started using your tongue and swirling it around the head of his dick, one of your hands working at the base of his length where your mouth didn’t reach while the other moved to his pale thigh, using it for leverage. “Fuck,” Jaehyun whispered, his hands flying to grab onto the top of the headboard as you continued to suck on his cock like it was candy.

When his noises started to get higher and more restrained, you backed off, his heavy length falling from your mouth and landing on his abs. You worked on getting your swimwear off while Jaehyun came back to his senses. Once you were entirely naked, he looked you up and down, biting his lip and watching you come back towards him. “Have you ever tried sixty nining?” He asked as you settled on his thigh, you core dripping onto his skin.

“No, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” you hinted, which he took easily. Jaehyun had such a cute smile on his face as he slid on to his back, motioning you to site on his face. It was a shocking contrast in comparison for what he was about to do to you and it was just the slightest bit scary. Before you had even gotten settled over him, he sat up to lick at your core playfully, the warmth of his tongue shocking you and causing you to slap his chest. “Hey, I wasn’t even ready yet,” you complain, looking back over your shoulder at him, to which he responds by delivering a kiss your folds.

You rolled your eyes at him and laid down on top of his firm body, taking hold of his aching member once more. You began licking from the base of his dick to the tip, and that was Jaehyun’s queue to dive in. He started off slowly, running his tongue slowly through your lower lips and lightly playing with your clit. Your tongue copied his, continuing to lick long stripes up his cock.

One of his fingers started lightly prodding at your hole, slowly entering you before pulling back out. Jaehyun gradually sped up his motions as your muscles relaxed around his finger, then he added another one. You moaned around his length, spit dribbling out of your mouth as you focused on the feeling of his digits inside of you. He gently lapped at your clit while speeding up, fucking you with his fingers and drinking up all your juices.

You did your best to give him the same amount of pleasure he was giving you, taking him deeper and faster into your throat. Your spit was dripping down his dick, coating it in a delicious shine. Your walls began pulsing around his fingers and he kept going until you took his member out of his mouth to rasp, “gonna cum.”

“Are you on birth control?” He asked from under you. You nodded, still busy playing with the tip of cock. “God, fuck, we’re really in for it.” Jaehyun sat up, pulling you into his lap and lining up with length with your heated core, “ride me.”

You sunk down onto him, going slower than you needed to just to tease him a little more. Once you were halfway down, you lifted back up so only his tip was inside of you before sitting down and taking the rest of him fully. He let out a groan at the feeling of your warmth, his hands gripping onto your breasts from behind. You placed your hands over his, using them as a way to ground yourself as you started bouncing on his lap.

Jaehyun began lightly squeezing your boobs while you rode him, his large hands kneading at your soft mounds and letting out quiet cries of pleasure whenever your soaking walls covered his entire dick. You leaned forward, your hands dropping to his thighs and his to your hips. In this new position you started riding at a faster pace with Jaehyun aiding you in your movements.

When you started getting tired and slowing down, he took the lead and flipped the both of you over so you laid on your stomach. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, placing it under your hips so your glistening pussy was on display for him. He bent down to give it a few more licks before reinserting himself into you. The new angle made him feel so much larger and reach so much deeper, you nearly screamed.

Your hands were desperately holding onto the sheets as Jaehyun began thrusting into you, the sounds of his hips meeting yours filling the room. It felt like he was reaching places that no other man has before and the feeling was absolutely mindblowing. He brought you back to the edge of your orgasm so fast that by the time you realized what was happening, you were yelling his name into the bed, your walls spasming around his member.

Jaehyun slowed down to let you ride out your high and come back to your senses, though once you did, he began to chase his own orgasm. There was a passionate fire inside of him as he continued to push into you, his breathy moans getting louder and louder until he finally released inside of you. He was panting as he came, his hands tightly holding onto the flesh of your ass and hips.

You felt his cock twitching inside of you as he continued to shallowly thrust in and milk himself using your warmth. When he finally pulled out, the mixture of your juices and his came flowing out, dripping down your thighs and onto the white sheets below you. Jaehyun watched the liquid slowly seep out of you, satisfied with himself before grabbing a tissue and cleaning you up.

Your body jolted ever so slightly at his touch. “Sorry,” he giggled, placing a hand on your ass to keep you steady. Looking over at the clock, you saw that it was already past 11 and the reminder of lunch made your stomach growl. “Wow, you really were hungry, huh?” Jaehyun teased when you buried your face into the bed. “Go shower and we can go eat.”

Peeling yourself off of the bed, you dragged yourself to the bathroom, showering as fast as you possibly could while fighting the post-sex high. You made sure to wash yourself well and brush your teeth before coming back out to wake Jaehyun, who had fallen asleep, still butt naked. He woke with a dazed smile, kissing your cheek on his way to the bathroom.

As you headed down for lunch with him, there was a new energy between the two of you. Your conversation with him was a lot lighter than before and he seemed so much more alive. You listened to him fawn over the latest album release from The 1975 and smiled at the way he told you his own analysis of his favorite songs. When he was done, “another one of the list,” you remarked.

The rest of the day was spent wandering around the hotel with Jaehyun, seeing what kinds of amenities they had and going ‘people-watching’ as he had named it. From your the window of your shared room, the two of you made up stories for people as you watching them go about their day until the sun started setting. He voluntarily took pictures for you, the golden hour glow making you look ethereal. The pictures you took of him didn’t do his beauty any justice and it made you wish he could see himself through your eyes. That night, it didn’t feel so awkward to share a bed with Jaehyun, especially with what happened in the exact same spot only a few hours ago.

Instead of your sugarcoated words, I need you to be honest.

Sticking with Jaehyun at the wedding was a lot easier than you thought. You could see other girls eyeing him and start gossiping when he held you closer to him or grabbed your hand. It wasn’t as if anyone was going to talk to you now that you stole away one of the stars of the show. Luckily, you didn’t even have to spend long talking to Jaehyun’s parents since you were seated separately with a few other couples who were around the same age as both of you.

Next to you was a guy named Mark and his girlfriend. Apparently he didn’t go to school and was exploring the music industry instead. He was here because the groom helped to produce a song on one of his bands’ albums. Across from you was another man, Xiaojun who was also here with his girlfriend. He said something similar to Mark but he claimed he’s more of a producer rather than a performer.

Jaehyun wasn’t very talkative, preferring to sit back and watch you interact with the other guys who were the same age as you. You were eagerly talking with Mark about your favorite Bruno Mars songs and debating with his girlfriend whether Mark would reschedule his own wedding in order to perform with Bruno Mars on that day. She thought he would reschedule it. Despite Jaehyun’s quietness, he did still make sure that people knew he didn’t come alone. He kept an arm on the back of your chair or a hand on your thigh at nearly all times and it was quite comforting to be honest.

Things quieted down as the guests began their speeches for the soon-to-be married couple. Your phone vibrated a few times on the table so you picked it up, not wanting to disturb everyone sitting with you. The vibrating continued though, as if someone was sending you one message after the other. You knew it was Jungwoo from this.

When you finally had the opportunity to check your phone without being disrespectful, you saw that he had sent you a picture of yourself with Jaehyun that was taken just a few minutes ago. That definitely surprised you knowing that someone here was watching you but there was no way you’d be able to figure it out. “Does he have to be so close to you?” Jungwoo’s message read.

“It’s just part of the act, don’t worry” you sent back.

“Then don’t act so good” he responded.

As the ceremony proceeded, everyone cheered when the bride and groom finally kissed and welcomed them into their newlywed life. You went to the buffet with Mark’s girlfriend, leaving Jaehyun as he cutely frowned at you with an “I’ll miss you, hurry back,” making everyone at the table chuckle.

“So how did you and Jaehyun meet?” The Mark’s girl asked while you both grabbed plates and utensils.

You paused for a second, never having previously discussed with Jaehyun what you’d say in these situations. “We met at school,” you began, “we had a shared class this past year.”

It seemed you were convincing enough by the way she nodded. “Cute, a campus couple! I always wondered what it would be like to go to school with your significant other.”

“It’s not that great, I swear, especially if he’s as clingy as Jaehyun,” you joked as you started filling your plate, “but anyways, how did you and Mark meet?”

“Ah, it was through one of his bandmates,” she explained, “I work at a studio and one of them recommended working with me since I was a childhood friend.”

“Nice, nice, must be cool to be in the industry,” you commented.

She shook her head, “it’s not all that great, especially since he’s so busy with everything he does. It definitely doesn’t allow for quality time together, that’s why I’m so envious of you and Jaehyun.”

“Really? We don’t really spend a lot of time together either,” you shared, continuing to move down the buffet table.

“You guys seem to connect so well though,” she remarked, “the way he looks at you with that gaze, it’s like he can’t get enough of you.”

“Oh?” This was news to you. “I never noticed that.”

She smiled while nodding over to him. “He does it a lot, look.” Jaehyun immediately looked away as you turned in his direction but you managed to catch him in motion. “Just try glancing over at him ever so often, you’ll get him sooner or later.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind,” you chimed, a mischevious look on your face as you both returned to the table and you took your seat next to Jaehyun.

He let out a mock sob, “I was so lonely without you, how could you-”

“Get your food, you big baby,” you interrupted. Jaehyun let out a laugh as he stood up, giving you a forehead kiss before leaving for the buffet with the other men on the table.

By the time everyone was roaming around and making small talk with each other, a fair amount of guests were already starting to become inebriated with the various alcoholic drinks being offered, Jaehyun included. He stood next to you with a hand resting on your waist, talking to one of the groomsmen that he apparently went to school with growing up.

“You really grew up well, Jae,” the man in front of you noted.

Jaehyun hid his face behind the wine glass he was holding. “Thank you, you too dude.”

“How long have you guys been together?” He asked.

Jaehyun glanced over at you, prompting you to respond. “Oh, uh, just about two years now.”

The man in front of you seemed visibly surprised. “That’s quite a while, I’m surprised Jae didn’t mention you any sooner.”

“I just wanted to make sure that she was the one, you know?” Jaehyun interjected, trying his best to cover for you.

“Ah, I get it. So is marriage within the plans for you guys?” The other man asked.

“Yes-”

“No-”

You and Jaehyun looked at each other, brows furrowed. “We’re still talking about it,” Jaehyun concluded.

“Alright, let me know when it happens, shoot me an invite,” he said with a laugh.

“Yeah, for sure.” Jaehyun pulled you away from the crowds once the conversation was over. “Why’d you say no?”

“Why did you say yes?” You questioned through gritted teeth.

He shrugged, “just trying to go with the whole ‘couple’ thing.”

“Not all couples have to get married, especially within two years of dating,” you reason.

“We’re madly in love, remember that,” he proclaimed.

You lightly punched his stomach, “no we’re not. We’re literally just friends.”

He frowned at you once more. “Friends don’t have sex with each other-”

“Some friends do...friends with benefits, I don’t know,” you blurted, cutting him off, “I’m your fake girlfriend, that’s what we agreed-”

This time he interrupted you but with a kiss instead of words. You froze when his lips met yours for the first time but you didn’t pull away. When his lips began moving against yours, you moved with him, your eyes fluttering shut. The kiss lasted for a few more seconds before Jaehyun broke it, “friends don’t do that.”

“They don’t,” you agreed, “but I’m your fake girlfriend right now, I have to do it,” you muttered, giving an emphasis on the word ‘fake’.

Killing the knight, feeling the vibe. Give me the knife, cold on my mind.

You and Jaehyun had escaped from the festivities as soon as possible, heading back up to your room where Jaehyun could regain his soberness and you could take a break from being his lover. It seems that resting was not on your agenda though, as you received another series of texts from your actual lover, this time with a picture of the kiss you shared with Jaehyun earlier. “What is this?” was all Jungwoo texted.

You didn’t respond but you knew he could see you had read his message yet you don’t know why you kept the chat open when Jungwoo’s typing bubble appeared. “Does being a fake girlfriend really include kissing him that way?” “Hey” “Answer me” “I know you’re there” “Y/n you better not forget your real relationship.”

Eventually your phone screen turned off on its own like you wished you could do, but you were glued to your seat on the sofa. It felt like whatever move you made only put you at greater risk. It was like walking on a minefield with not a single clue to where the mines were or how large they were. You refused to respond to Jungwoo, scared of only making things worse.

Throughout the rest of the time you were with Jaehyun, you didn’t dare respond to Jungwoo no matter how urgent his messages started to sound. You knew he was worried and wanted explanations but you forced yourself to wait until you got back to campus to give them. Jaehyun seemed to have no memory of your little argument and remained just as clingy and affectionate as before, even on the plane ride back and when he dropped you off in front of your dorm building, he stopped you to kiss the back of your hand as he bid your farewell.

You regret telling Jungwoo when you’d be returning to campus because when you entered the dorm building, you found him standing in front of your room, leaning on the wall with an upset expression. “So are you going to explain to me whatever the hell those pictures were?”

“Jungwoo, look, I already told you, it was an act-”

“No, you look. How am I supposed to not be concerned when I see my own girlfriend kissing another man?” He burst out. “I know you were his fake girlfriend but that doesn’t mean you have to go as far as kissing him does it?”

You turned to him after unlocking the door to your room. “Hey, I’m tired. Can you leave me alone right now? I really don’t want to say something that I don’t mean so could you please just leave me alone?” You were about ready to beg for some peace and quiet, something that your mind hasn’t had in a long time.

“Okay, fine, I’ll repsect that,” Jungwoo caved, “but this isn’t the end of this conversation. Got it?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, closing the door on him.

Tell me honestly. I need bitter coffee more than sweet candy.

Jungwoo had given you the next week to yourself, the summer class he was taking ended up taking more of his time and energy than expected. In that time, you did a whole lot of lying around, balancing the two men in your head, trying to carefully think out all your options and the possible results that stemmed from them. You reached a final decision at one point or another and arranged to meet up with Jaehyun at one of the grassy areas on campus not far from the cafeteria.

When he arrived, he greeted you with a hug, one that you carefully wiggled your way out of, much to his disappointment. “Jaehyun, I’ve been thinking-”

“Uh oh, that’s never a good thing,” he teased.

“I’m serious,” you asserted, making sure he knew the nature of this conversation, “I’ve been thinking, and as much as I enjoyed your company and am grateful that you took me to that wedding, I-”

Words that are nice to hear are just momentary.

“Hey, Y/n, who is that- no, no way,” Jungwoo came storming over from the steps leading up to the cafeteria, “I thought the whole fake girlfriend thing ended when you came back. Why the fuck are you still hanging around with him? Don’t I deserve more of your time than he does? Yet you never do anything to spend time with me.”

“Jungwoo, no, I’m not trying to hang out with him-”

“That’s not what it looks like,” he fired back. Jaehyun audibly sighed from next to you, drawing Jungwoo’s attention to him. “Alright buddy, if you wanted a girlfriend then go ahead, take her. But when she pulls this shit on you, don’t try bringing her back to me, I’m done.”

“Jungwoo, please don’t, he’s not anything to me, I swear,” you pleaded.

“Y/n, I’m done. Get your shit together first before coming to me. I’ve wasted far too much time on you and I’m tired of dealing with this.” With that, he left. For good? You have yet to find out.

There was a pause in your world as you let the dust settle. Your mind was still reeling and you felt the slight sting of tears welling up until Jaehyun opened his mouth once more. “So he did say that you’re mine now, right?”

“That’s not the fucking point,” you nearly yelled. “I genuinely love him and wanted to fix my relationship with him, and now here you are, screwing everything over.”

“To be fair, you never told me that you had a boyfriend in the first place,” Jaehyun traded off, “so technically, I did nothing wrong here.”

“You know what, fuck off, Jaehyun.”

He raised his hands in defense, “jeez, are you that serious about this dude?”

“Yes,” you cry out, “or well, I was, at least. Because now I don’t even know if he wants me back.”

“Do you want to hear my take on this?” Jaehyun offered.

“No, not really,” you sighed, but Jaehyun continued on anyways.

“I think you should go back to him and try sort things out. He had you before I did anyways, and if that ring you keep wearing is from him, he must have been in deep to do something like that.” His observation about your ring truly startled you but you were too numb to say anything. “And if he absolutely refuses you and hates your guts then well, I’m still here. My feelings for you are still genuine.”

I need sincerity to wake me up, I need you.

“Fucking hell, just leave me alone you asshole. I’m sick and tired of seeing your stupid fucking face,” you retorted.

He chuckled at your outburst, “alright, I’ll see you around I guess.”

You watched as he, too, walked away from you for possibly the last time. It felt as if all the pieces of your heart had been shredded into confetti and thrown into the air in some kind of sick party. This truly felt like a huge nightmare that you could wake up from but yet you knew you couldn’t.

You thought you gave both of the men your best and that his would all work out in the end, but all you got in return was whiplash.

Shawty give me whiplash.

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Without you realizing it, a single tear begins to run down your face, and soon more follow after it. You did nothing to stop the tears running down your face and you just let your cheeks get stained by the salty water drops. 

You could still remember all of the time you and he were still smiling and laughing together as if there were only the two of you in the world and how he would comfort you with his hugs and kisses, telling you how strong you were and how he was always there for you whenever you need comfort. 

With him, you felt like you were the happiest woman on the planet. He made you feel special. Like you were the only one in his eyes. You gave him everything he needed without hesitation. Everything- from food to clothes, to money- anything that he needed or wanted, you gave it to him.

You were so blinded by his sweet talks and illusions of so-called love that you never even suspected him. You believed him no matter what other people say, telling you how he was bad for you, and that you will only get hurt staying by him- you ignored all of their advice, saying that you knew what was best for you.

Well, clearly you didn’t. If you did know what was good for you, you wouldn’t be sitting on the window seat inside of your bedroom crying over your breakup with Jaehyun. If you knew that heartbreak would hurt so bad, you would have never dated Jaehyun. You would’ve never believed his sweet talks or his charming smile when he first started to court you.

The sudden ringtone of your phone breaks the comforting yet gloomy silence of the room. Your heart aches as you stare at the name of the caller.

“Babe”

You stare at the small profile picture that was shown on top of the contact name as more tears rush to your eyes.

It was a picture of you and Jaehyun smiling together- laughing together. You never noticed it but looking at the picture now, Jaehyun’s smile seemed so...fake.

There were no sparkles in his eyes like you’ve seen when he was laughing with his friends, and they were blank...as if they were dead. He smiled emptily, his dimples still showing but his eyes...his eyes were as if they held no emotions. 

You put down your phone once again, simply watching it until it finally stops ringing and a notification pops up onto your screen. 

You’ve got 1 voicemail!

You clicked on it.

[voicemail] - 1

“Uh...hey...y/n, it’s Jaehyun here. You didn’t pick up any of my calls and I don’t know if you’ve listened to my other voicemails yet but I’m here...again. I know what I did was...unforgettable, and honestly, I probably hate myself more than you hate me right now and GOD I was so fucking stupid. 

This probably is going to sound like bullshit to you- and I don’t blame you for thinking this way, but fuck...I miss you so fucking much. I miss when you would smile look at me with stars in your eyes. I miss all of the time when you would tell me you loved me, and fuck...I feel so stupid for never saying it back. 

I’m so fucking sorry y/n... I miss you so fucking much- please, I’m begging you- please just respond to me. I don’t care if it’s just a simple ‘hi’ or even a ‘fuck off’ but just please- don’t ignore me. I...I have so much I still want to tell you and I just want us to go back to the way we were before when I didn’t mess everything up.

I know that’s not going to happen anymore, but who’s gonna stop me from trying? Please y/n, just respond to me, please just stop ignoring me. I don’t care if you want to hit me or if you want to yell at me, just- as long as you talking to me, I’ll do anything.

Please y/n...I’m so sorry, please...just respond to me. I’m begging you. I miss you so fucking much…

Please.”

More and more tears begin to rush to your eyes and soon they begin to run down your cheek one by one. You missed him too, so badly. Wanting to do nothing more than to run back into his arms and hug it out saying ‘I miss you’ and ‘I forgive you’s over and over again.

But you know you shouldn’t. You’ve seen through everything now. How he was only using you for your money that you didn’t have much of to begin with, he used you for his own personal pleasure, he used you to show off to his friends to tell them how he’s got a “very obedient girlfriend who would do anything as long as he tells her to”. But not only that, but he was a liar- a cheater too.

You thought that nothing could ever hurt you anymore after the death of your mother but Jaehyun proved you wrong when you caught him in bed naked with an unfamiliar woman in his arms. 

Nothing pains you more than to hear Jaehyun calling you and sending you voicemails and texts every day. But now, your heartbreak pains you even more than Jaehyun’s pleas.

You still loved him. You never stopped loving him. Not even after knowing that he was such a jerk. 

You knew you could never forget him. He was just too perfect. With his dimples and sweet words, he’s got you under his love spell and you’ve got no way to escape even if you wanted to. Everything reminded you of him and you just couldn’t get him off your mind.

That was the price of loving him. You had put him before your own self. It made you turn blind to everything else that wasn’t him. It was toxic, you knew it was- but you couldn’t stop.

You knew that in order to forget about him, you need to cut him completely out of your life. So with your shaky hands, you picked up your phone when it began to ring once again.

Taking in a shaky breath, you click the glowing green button.

“He-hello? Y/n? Is-is that really you?” 

A deep voice emits from the other side of the device, his voice was shaky, and he stuttered from disbelief, not thinking that you would actually pick up.

“Finally! Oh my god- I’m so sorry-“

You cut him off coldly.

“Jung Jaehyun.”

You try your best to sound confident, trying your hardest to speak louder and clearer in hopes that he doesn’t realize how shaky and hoarse- evidence that proved that you were crying just seconds ago.

“Don’t look for me ever again. If you ever see me, please just turn the other way. We are no more.” 

You cut the call. Immediately your phone rings again, the once adored name and picture popping up once again now only bring pain to your heart.

Trying to not stop the phone, you denied the call before quickly blocking him preventing him from making another call. Before proceeding to block him on all of your other social media platforms.

Dropping your phone onto the floor, you let out a big sigh.

You did it.

You finally let him go.

But your heart’s gonna need a long time to heal from that heartbreak.

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Scraping your hair up in a bun, you padded into the living room with an idea floating in your consciousness which fortified upon finding your husband sprawled out on the couch, snoring away a beautiful Saturday afternoon while your two year old’s pony plushie had been merrily galloping along his torso.

This is what your weekends had come to - Baekhyun would snatch every minute he could find to take a nap and your little one would unwind in the company of her inanimate playthings. Family time was simply...non-existent! The three of you were together all the time but not really.

Plopping down on the box arm of the couch with a pointedly loud sigh, you tried to shake him awake, your ringleted doll enthusiastically following suit. Baekhyun fought the two of you off by curling up like a shrimp, shoving his face into the pillow and letting out a muffled groan thus inviting a flurry of giggles from the bright eyed little lady whose marigold sized fists danced on her appa’s arm as she excitedly bounced on the balls of her feeties.

“Ow!” Feigning injury, Baekhyun’s hand flew up to his shoulder to block another blow from the marigold fisted warrior princess. But she was caught unawares when he suddenly scooped her up in his arm and put her down on his chest, playful fingers wiggling along her protruding tummy.

More giggles from both father and daughter.

“Why did you wake me up?” grumbled Baekhyun. The entirety of his attention seized by his own miniature version, he masked the annoyance in his tone by wearing a wide grin on his face.

Poking your husband in the side with a bamboo needle (a failed attempt at knitting), you whined, “You’re sleeping all! the! time! I’m bored!” You lifted her off of Baekhyun’s chest, allowing him to sit up straight and stretch his back, only for her to go flying back into his arms again.

“Jagiya, sometimes I wonder who the real two-year-old is!” Baekhyun exclaimed, peppering the high tension baby's face with soft kisses. Their levels of energy had always been directly proportional - you never failed to notice how Baekhyun's effervescence fuelled her tempo. She suddenly seemed like a whole ‘nother person - in complete contrast to the tiny angelic girl who'd been quietly playing with her pony just a couple of minutes ago.

You protested, "When was the last time we did something together as a family?"

He shot you a look in response that said 'That’s rich coming from you!' but his boxy grin made a revival as soon as he set his eyes on the fluff ball in his hands.

You’d admittedly been a spoilsport when it came to participating in Baekhyun planned “activities” but they were simply “not your jam”.  A couple of weeks ago, the father daughter duo had decided to dress up as murderous clowns after seeing posters of IT Chapter Two around the city! Murderous! Clowns!! So instead of blatantly refusing their invitation to dress up as one yourself, you volunteered to be their photographer and clean up the mess after.

It was a lesson learnt.

So the next time they were ready to play Masterchef with the Sous Chef’s tush parked on the Head Chef’s hip and altered-to-fit toques perched atop their peanut shaped heads, you slyly feigned a work emergency and asked your husband’s best friend to drop in for sometime to keep an eye on them….and well, avert any potential disasters. You were grateful not to have come home to ruin and debris but to your angels well fed and soundly asleep on the couch with the Head Chef’s bright yellow chick apron soaking up Little Miss Sous Chef’s drool. Thank God!

No, thank Kim Minseok!

“We could do something that’s not...umm..well..” you started hesitantly.

Mischief dancing in his eyes, Baekhyun cracked a sly smile and asked, “Stressful?”

Pursing your lips, you gave him a non-committal nod.

***

“SPA DAY!”

Mirroring her father’s enthusiasm, your little one threw her hands in the air and thundered in baby coo.

Baekhyun had laid down an old rug on the living room floor and together you arranged clay masks, lotions, cotton pads, baby oils, moisturizers...the entire shebang. You excused yourself to the bathroom to cleanse your face while the older troublemaker tossed the younger one into the air, the sound of saccharine giggles and gurgles pervading the entire room.

Your lips unconsciously synced to the words of a familiar song stuck in your head...just this one line playing over and over again as you trotted out of the living room.

‘...I can’t even close my eyes and I don’t know why...guess I don’t like surprises..’

A vague foreboding swiftly crept into your consciousness. Dabbing your face dry, you darted towards the living room with a different tune stuck in your head.

‘Everytime I turn around, something don’t feel right! Just might be paranoid!’

From a distance, everything seemed eerily normal.

Gongju-nim was seated cross legged on the rug, with a fluffy cushion placed against her smol lap on which Baekhyun had his head rested. Rubbing your eyes, you blinked furiously to adjust to the baffling scene before you.

Jaw slacked, you stood watching her pudgy fingers work expertly along Baekhyun’s soft facial skin, evenly spreading the blackish grey gooey clay mask all over his face and neck. A sunflower hair band wearing Baekhyun guided her by occasionally tilting his head from side to side so as to avoid the mouth and eye area.

The two thoughts occupying your mind in the moment were the damage that the clay mask would do to her two year old silken tofu skin and ways to throttle Baekhyun without the teensie warrior princess coming to his defence riding her wee little pony plushie.

But before you could do or say anything, her clay mask wielding fist suddenly went whop on his pursed lips.

Baekhyun’s eyes flew open in horror and the little one burst into another fit of giggles upon seeing her appa’s startled face. You bit on your tongue to hold back your laughter as your husband frantically shook his head to dissuade her but with the competence of a professional, she continued to even out the mask all over his lips.

You quietly went and sat next to her as she reached out for another scoop of the mask from the tub. Aiming a gremlin grin at you, she proudly flaunted her clay covered hands and you realized that she had gloves on. Washed over with relief, you ignored Baekhyun’s clay swaddled cry for help and extended your arms out to her.

But Little Miss Esthetician was all fired up!

She enthusiastically struck her father’s forehead with her tinie palms (yet again you ignored Baekhyun’s pained whimper. After all, he had brought this upon himself) and cooed, “Mama~” gesturing that it was your turn now to avail her valued services.

“Oh, my baby!” you chuckled, “Come here, let’s get you cleaned up.” Gently scooping her up in your arms, you laid her down next to her father.

Now that Baekhyun had been shut up for a good twenty minutes or so, you started to clean the mess off of her hands while berating him in a sing-song voice. “Why did you think it was a good idea to allow her to come in contact with these harsh ~ chemical ~ substances ~ ?”

Brows raised, Baekhyun sat up with a start, shook his head in denial and defended himself with a loud, “Mmmm!!!”

You knew that the mask, made entirely out of quality, kid-friendly natural ingredients, was relatively safe but you were simply not the parent who took risks. You were pulled out of your reverie by gongju-nim dissolving into another fit of giggles at the sound that came out of her appa’s sealed mouth. Amused, you smiled down at her and continued, “It could’ve gone into her eyes, Baekhyunnie ~ or her mouth ~” In hindsight, it was an ill-timed joke but Baekhyun’s lips curled up in an endearing clay laced smile and his eyes crinkled into half moons.

Without even realizing, tears are running down your cheeks in even, salty streams. 

"Why am I even crying…" You mumble and lift your arm to cover your face, trying to make it stop. "God, I'm so pathetic" 

You try to manage to stop your tears, wrist harshly rubbing your eyes. After a minute or so, you succeed in stopping them. 

instead pick up your phone, unlocking it and opening Instagram. 

One peek won't hurt, right…? 

His name at the top of your searches seems to be mocking you as you hover your finger above it. Should you really do it? What if he found someone new and his profile is filled with couple pictures? Or what if he feels nothing and is glad to be alone? What if, what if, what if…

"Fuck it" you hiss and tap on his username, his profile popping up after a brief second of loading the page. 

He… hasn't posted anything for a few months, his last post being from October last year. 

Oh for fucks sake… is this a good sign or not? It could mean he's been seeing someone new, but it could also mean he's just been living his life like usual. 

So many possibilities, yet no resolution seems to be in sight. 

"This is so annoying, oh my gooood" You groan and smack your head into your pillow, laying sprawled out like a star with an annoyed pout on your face. 

"It's been a god damn year," You grumble, "why do I still feel like this?" 

The sound of your fist hitting the mattress of your bed is dull, not the way you wanted it to sound. "I hate this, UGHH" The frustration in your voice is for sure loud and clear, accentuated well by the 'ugh'. 

This whole situation is stressing you out. "I need a shower.." You mumble, absent-minded, as you fling the covers back and swing your legs over the edge of your bed. 

—

Despite the gloomy weather, you decided to take a walk outside. The rain still hasn't let up, droplets of it occasionally hitting your face. 

"Why is it so cold today? It's already spring…" You mumble quietly to yourself, eyes strictly trained on the path in front of your feet and head held low. 

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don't see the person headed your way. 

And apparently, the person doesn't seem to notice you as well. So your shoulders collide and you stumble, umbrella falling out of your hand and fast quick steps to regain your balance. 

"I'm so sorry! Are you al-" The man rushes to apologize, but his words get stuck in his throat as he takes in who he just, quite literally, stumbled into. 

Rain has hit you mercilessly, soaking you from head to toe within seconds as you stand there, paralyzed. "Baek…Baekhyun?" 

His eyes are wide and mouth slightly open in shock as he doesn't know what to say or do. 

He hasn't seen or talked to you in at least nine or ten months for sure. What is he even supposed to say? "Yeah… it's- it's surely been a while" he dumbly answers. "Ah! Your umbrella!" Baekhyun rushes to pick it up and hold it over your figure. 

But the damage is already done. 

You're shivering, dripping with water but still you've a tiny smile on your lips at the sight of him. 

You delicately take hold of the handle, fingers gently enclosing around the man's hand. 

He doesn't move to let go, just standing there and staring into your eyes. "I-" 

You cut him off by mistake with a sneeze, the cold creeping in deep. It feels like your bones might freeze, grasp around both Baekhyun's hand and the handle of your umbrella tightening, muscles contracting to desperately stay warm. "S-Sorry for interrupting you" You say, teeth clattering and eyes averting. 

"No no don't worry about it!" He insists, "but we should get you home, your hand is cold as ice, Y/N" 

"Ah… you're right" You nod and he flashes you a warm smile. 

"Do you still live in the same apartment or did you move?" Baekhyun asks, back to being concerned about your wellbeing now. 

"I- I still live in the same place" You reply, your free hand holding onto your jacket for warmth, but in vain. 

"That's too far away, my place is way closer" He objects and gently pulls you along, "come on, let's get you freshened up before you really get sick" 

You only manage an awkward nod and let him lead you along, a surprisingly pleasant silence engulfing you two. 

—

Baekhyun unlocks the door to his apartment and firstly puts both of your umbrellas away, taking off his wet shoes in the process and you follow along. 

"Come on, I'll show you the bathroom" He says and you tag after him. 

He opens the door, turns on the light and quickly pulls out two towels for you. "You can just use my shampoo, I don't have anything suitable here for you, sor-" 

"Thank you" you break his rambling. "You wouldn't need to do this, so thank you" 

Baekhyun smiles softly, although his eyes tell a different story. "I'll bring you some clothes in a bit, okay?" 

"Mhm" you nod and give him a curt bow before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. 

You waste no time in stepping out of your soaked clothes and into the shower. 

You set the water to a nice warm temperature and rinse off the cold first, feeling relieved. 

Then there's a knock. "Hey Y/N, I'm putting some clothes on top of the washing machine for you now" he announces before opening the door, doing as he said and then leaving just as quickly as he came. 

"Still the considerate guy he always was…" You mumble with a sad smile, old memories coming back to haunt your mind with sweet images of the two of you. Him always knocking before he'd enter a room you would be in to announce himself. 

You loved that about him, he was always mindful of others and you're happy to see it hasn't changed at all. 

—

You finished quickly and put on the clothes he gave you. Some boxers and a way too big on you, black shirt. You dried your hair as best as you could with the towel he gave you and made sure you don't look like a lion by patting down your hair a bit. 

"Baekhyun?" You timidly call out after opening the door a bit. 

"Yeah?" He replies and you hear his footsteps approach. "What is it?" 

"Uhm- Where to put my wet clothes?" You ask. 

"Oh- Hold on, I'll put them in the washing machine" He says with big eyes and opens the machine for you to put them in. "I'll dry them after they're washed so you can change back, alright?" 

You nod quickly and thank him quietly. He opens the machine and you put your clothes inside, him doing the rest. 

"So, uh-" 

"Do you want some water?" He quickly asks, ears flaring red as he avoids your eyes. 

"Sure" you squeak back and follow him into the kitchen. He gets a glass out of a cupboard and fills it with water before handing it to you. 

You nip at the liquid as Baekhyun leans against the countertop adjacent to you, eyes taking in your figure. 

He missed seeing you in his clothes, you always looked so good in them. He just missed you in general. 

The reason why the two of you broke up a year ago? 

Baekhyun remembers it all too well. 

It was a work related thing actually. The two of you worked in different shifts and barely saw each other, yet alone had time for any couple stuff. 

Free days? Spent alone or arguing about never seeing each other. 

And at one point you had said to just break up. In that moment Baekhyun felt like he was hit by lightning, body stiff and eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he heard. Baekhyun felt anxiety cursing through his veins as his brain processed your words.

You had told him that you wouldn't hate him, but that your situation at that time just didn't allow any dating. The two of you never had hard feelings about the outcome, but it was hard to suddenly go back to being alone. 

And now you're here, in his apartment, wearing his clothes and smelling just like him. He can't believe this is happening. 

"Uhm, so" You speak up after setting the glass down on the other counter behind you. Your hands come up to grab the surface besides your waist and you avoid the man's eyes. 

"Yes?" Baekhyun can't help the hopeful hint in his voice as he urges you to continue your thoughts. 

"How has life been for you?" 

A chuckle escaped his lips at your question, shoulders jumping up and down in the process before he answered. "It's been rather boring but nice, if you get what I mean? I found a different job and work from home now" 

You nod quietly, "I've also found a new job and my shifts are less hectic" 

"Have you… found someone new?" 

You halt at his inquiry, gears in your mind temporarily stopping and he seems to take the lacking answer the wrong way. A frown pulls at his normally friendly and soft expression, making him look grumpy and bothered. "I see" 

"No, no! I- I haven't found anyone!" You quickly say, "I just… I couldn't move on" 

His expression changes to a sad smile, although he's kind of glad you're still somehow his. "Me neither" 

You scoff lightly, a cheeky smirk suddenly on your face. "No wonder, nobody could put up with your annoying ass anyway" 

"Hey!" He exclaims in shock. 

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" You insist, holding your stomach and laughing. "You're bearable most of the time" 

"That doesn't make it any better!" Baekhyun whines and you laugh out loud, hand flying up to cover your mouth. 

"Still the cocky little girl you've always been" He fires back and you snort. 

"Like you're one to talk" You roll your eyes at him and he exhales through his nose. 

His hands grab you by the collar of his shirt you're wearing and unexpectedly pull you into him. You squeal, hands shooting up to brace against his broad chest and you look up to be met by his cocky smile. "You never knew when to stop, no change at all there" he playfully nags. 

"Shut up" You weakly fight back. 

Baekhyun chuckles and you feel the rumble drumming against the palms of your hands. "How come you haven't moved on?" 

You lower your head, hands fumbling with his shirt. "Well… I came to the conclusion that just nobody could replace you. Nobody could love me like you did…" You mumble against his chest and Baekhyun feels a smile creeping up on his face. 

"I felt the same" He whispers back and his arms move to pull you into him more by your waist. 

After hearing that, you look back up at him with big eyes. "Really?" 

He nods and flashes you a bright smile. "Even though we fought a lot and barely had time for each other, I never stopped loving you" 

"Shut up" You almost whimper and move your hands to pull him closer by the back of his neck, lips meeting in the middle. 

Baekhyun's eyes almost fell out of their sockets before he came to his senses. 

One of his hands found its place on the back of your head as he moved his lips against yours with fervor. He greedily breathes you in, not wanting this to end as moves his mouth against yours. 

You shiver when his tongue meets yours and that's when you draw the line… for now. 

He chases after you for a second and you chuckle, dazed eyes meeting yours. "Slow down tiger" you say and peck the corner of his mouth. 

"Okay, okay" He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, "will you let me love you again?"