#victon.fic

prologue.

The world had run still. Spinning on its axis, it was like every other person had vanished in the blink of your eyes. Cars parked sideways, tumbling trash down the streets, everything around read that life was inches away but only going farther and farther from you.

When the new world seeped into your life, you had grown so used to the silence. No common traffic meant no looking both ways to cross the street. Not a single soul around to take the last bag of your favorite food the grocery store had to offer. It was all peaches and cream until you realized just what the world had shifted into.

Lights cascading in the distance every night, you found yourself in constant dismay from the games meant to take or give you more life to live. Games where everyone could leave in one piece, some be dealt death by an unknown ruler, and others that were most horrid where only one was issued to leave, all alone in the world like it was that first day again.

You had lost your sense of courtesy for others. Forgotten what it was like to hold a door open for a stranger, wave at an old friend, even hug someone you found dearest. Up until now you believed the world to be against you.

Game long ended, and the vast night was ironically the scariest. Bad people seemed to hide in the shadows, one in particular catching you in their peripheral and tossing some sharp object directly towards your head. Outside of the games where living and death were just as uncertain, people were still going mad. No rest meant a build up of late night thoughts. No moral feelings left in anyone's bones meant the world was up for grabs, and lives came with it.

You had limped street after street, every dark space becoming closer and every block aching your cut thigh. Such a clean, deep gash, your hand covering it wouldn't suffice the bleeding until it was properly cared for. Aching and fatigued from a long day and even longer game, your body sought out for the cold hard cement only to land in a pair of two taut arms.

Han Seungwoo, the man that had pulled you onto his back and carried you four more blocks despite the blood soaking into his pants from your leg. Not a selfish bone in his body, even he had agreed his way of living could cost him everything.

But he survived off the same saying. "As long as I know we can make it until the next." A large grin on his face and sparkled eyes like the new, grim world hadn't destroyed him quite yet; you never knew what he was referring to. The next day, night, game, maybe even next time you're held within his arms.

"Until the next, we can make it." We.

one.

Hot breaths. High-pitched moans. Toes curled. It was the flip of a page that brought you back to reality, the situation rather awkward in real-time. Lights shined so bright onto the bed that you were nearly blinded, fixed on keeping your eyes open and in contact with your partner. This was show business. No, the entire business.

"Cut!" the director called out. A man who you had known for less than two years that sent you into the rabbit hole himself. A loud bell rang, followed by most of the equipment shutting off to save on battery and power.

"What the hell was that?" the rough voice called, the director's footsteps nearing the bed.

Sitting upright, your assistant handed you your robe, the fabric wrapping tightly around you as you stood on the marble flooring. The director was pissed, your mind clearly elsewhere during the scene. Face red, he held the rolled-up script in his hand with full force, the thin stack of papers bending in the middle.

"You sounded like if I put a laugh track version of moans into the fucking recording." you always hated his harshness, but today, specifically, he had a point.

"I'm sorry." you apologized, lowering your head to share your sincerity.

"The entire reel is rigged with your false moans. What happened to the facade you always play out? You're the one that can't control anything until she can. You were like half a person today." he groaned, index finger and thumb pressed against the bridge of his nose in frustration. "This isn't going to work." he complied.

"What?" you asked, the breath in your throat caught as you choked on air.

"What do you mean?" a voice called from your right. Your partner - a nearly flawless man, stood with his brows creased in concern and confusion. "We've done three takes today alone."

"And none of it is going to be used. Not in my work." the director spat at him, eyeing him and him only. "You had no effect on her! You couldn’t fuck a tree with your skills."

Your partner's teeth gritted. His assistant jumped to her feet to collide her hand against his chest, requesting that he brush it off and call it a day.

"Take her advice." the director commanded. "Considering you're off the casting."

He didn't like that, tongue popping as his head shook. Gripping his towel in his hand, he threw it onto the director's head, both men vibrating in anger.

"This isn't your fault." the director turned to you, settling as your - now previous - partner finally exited the scene. "I need to get you with someone that really riles you up. Have anyone in mind?"

Your eyes blinked in thought, mind running over your mental list of other stars whose work you praised enough to wish you had a part with, but none came to mind that would, in theory – ‘rile you up’.

Shaking your head, he sighed, pushing his mic from his face to speak to you in private from the other staff members wearing headsets.

"I suppose I need to go to the casting office and look over head-shots. You take care of yourself," he said, taking his leave.

You took in a sharp breath, the day rambunctious enough. Just as you turned to find your assistant, who always stayed close, your eyes caught the form of someone.

The director's smile in your peripheral, a man stood before him that made your breath hitch. Your knees grew weak just at the sight of him from a distance. You watched him attentively. The director nodded with the conversation before his hand shot up, finger pointing at your nervous body stationed idle beside the bed like a deer in headlights. They exchanged smiles, both men making their way over to you.

"Look who I ran into!" grinned the director with incitement. "Y/N, this is Sejun."

He offered you his hand, his touch gliding against yours as if his skin was water. You were in trouble. The director had worked with you multiple times now, and he knew the business well enough to know when one star was infatuated with another. Though no words had passed by him, you could tell he had observed the way your knees buckled against the bed as Sejun's larger hand caressed yours.

"I think we've got a deal going here!" he chimed, all too happy to be witnessing you puddle for the man before you. "Sejun's offered to take the open role, so you're in for a ride. Why don't the two of you become acquainted while I go change the paperwork?" he smiled, giving you a Cheshire-like grin the second he got out of Sejun's view, knowing he truly did set you up for a hectic future.

Sejun's title was big, having been in more pornos than you could count on both hands. And he was good, too. Those in his rank only ever got called in if the party was absolutely sure they could live up to the star's expectations, and it was never the other way around. The business had become so franchised, it was no wonder people in his position became snobby about their work. It was practically fed to them, such as this situation was. All Sejun had to do was walk through the set door and he was hired.

It was quite literally the opposite for you. Head-shots and photo-shoots were taken every week to make you seem appealing to those that ran the tracks. You worked like crazy, only learning that once you were actually in the porn business, viewers were more concerned with getting off to specific aspects of the films, and not you entirely. You went through the longest process to get hired, dealing with creepy men and women that were more ‘out to get you’ than your costars were. It was terrifying, but you struck out with your current company. The same one leading you to this exact situation.

"I didn't mean to intrude," Sejun said respectfully, your eyes lighting up at his manners.

"No, you aren't at all," you said slyly, watching his lips curl up. "In fact, I was just about to head to my dressing-room. Why don't you follow me and I can help you go over the script?"

"Sure thing." he grinned, letting you take the lead. Your assistant eyed you carefully as she watched you give her a pleading look to not disturb the moment.

Another person in the business; your assistant had been with you since the day you started at the company. It not only was your first day, but it was her own at the same time. Both of you lost in a new world forced to figure it all out, of course - most naturally - you went easy on one another. She always had your back, knowing your key movements while working to call a time out, or even a tap out. It was a tricky business, but with her by your side, and you at hers, you configured it well.

"It's on the right." you smiled back at Sejun, watching his cheeks rush with color for a second before you faced front again.

Clicking open the door, the three of you moved in, shut into the privacy of the small room with little knowledge of your next moves. Sejun was set to co-star with you now, or you co-star with him - another bruise of the business you just had to deal with - so becoming neutral with him was going to have to happen, and fast.

"So, you were working on a scene already?" Sejun asked, noticing your robe hung loosely around your body, making you feel insecure.

Watching you, your fingers rushed to close the robe tighter to your body. Curves poking from the fabric. You missed the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip, a note your assistant took accordingly.

"Uh," you stuttered suddenly, overtaken by the way his eyes traced your face as he sat in a soft chair in front of you, legs spread widely as he grew comfortable. "Yeah! Yeah, actually we finished a few minutes before you showed up."

"Abruptly." your assistant added, a head tilt shot towards her from Sejun. He hadn't seen what followed the scene, much less your - prior - partner stomping off the set in sheer anger. "It's a long story."

"Do tell," Sejun said, his confidence through the roof as his eyes shifted between you and your assistant. "I’d like to know what I'm getting into, if you don't mind." Placing his elbow on his thigh, he held his chin in the palm of his hand, watching both of you like you were a movie.

You shared a glance at your assistant, her words echoing quickly in the silent room. "Her partner wasn't working to his full potential. Really pissed off our director."

"He couldn't make you cum?" he asked, not missing a beat.

The heat from your cheeks scorched your entire body head to toe, hopefully not as obvious as it felt. Even your assistant stuttered for a second, faltered by his straight-forward lingo.

"Ye-Yeah." you began. "He was kind of just twiddling his thumbs the entire time pretending he was doing the most."

His laughter in your ear gave you a cooling-down period, smile wide as he rocked back and forth in the seat. His face contorted as he chuckled, sitting back against the cushion. His hand slapped against his thigh when his sight met your form again.

"Always the newbies. I take it you have more - better experience, right?"

You nodded, his head following suit as he stood. Gingerly requesting the two copies of the film's script from your assistant, he sat back down. The pages flipped as his eyes scanned the words thoroughly, lips twisting when he read over something that caught his attention.

"That's the issue. This makes sense as to why your previous partner failed you." his words leered you on, but he didn't follow with a solution. "We should have fun with this, you and I." he smirked at you, your knees buckling again from the look in his eyes.

"I'll leave you to it." your assistant said, giving you a sideways smile as she left the room. Arms in the air, she shrugged at your hesitant glance.

The air from the door swinging open as your assistant exited made chill bumps go over your skin, shivering lightly. Picking up the second script from where you left off, the sticky notes labeled throughout the pages made you give out a light laugh.

"She's so organized," you said to yourself. Sejun's eyes followed your voice, watching the smile rise on your lips before you looked back toward him. "I think that she believes in me too much, considering there are more notes in this script than words on the pages. Look, she even labeled where I moaned the least," you said, moving towards him and bending down to let him see the noted script.

Your breath caught in your lungs as his cologne found its way into your nostrils, smile fading for a second as you caught yourself being more relaxed with him than you planned. Knees near the floor, you crouched beside the chair he sat in, his body moving to the edge to lean against the arm, reading the notes diligently. His aroma was thick but soft, expressions similar to an old friend than a new coworker. His smile and laugh made your hands shake.

"Trade with me?" he asked, holding out his gently used script for your inordinately used one. Swapping them, you watched his face focus in on the red sticky notes - properly color-coated by your assistant, herself. Bottom teeth sunk between his teeth, he stood, glancing at you with another cherishing smile.

Stepping before you on the tile of the dressing room, he held out his hand flat, gesturing for you to place yours on top of his. Not following his thought-process, your hand glided over his once more, the roughness of his fingers making you wonder what else he did besides this work. His eyes were on yours, thumb moving around the back of your hand to hold it to his own. With a gentle tug, you jolted towards him, chests pressed together in a fix of envy.

"You weren't expecting me, were you?" he asked, face locked in a mode you had yet to see. Eyes becoming shaded, his touch against you was warm, welcoming, but his face read sensual.

Stuttering from being held so close to him so soon, you strayed from his tactics. "I-I suppose I didn't. I've seen you around, but I never imagined we would be with each other."

His face looked mixed, supportive of your sentence as a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. Tempting you, his hand left yours, cascading down your arm and to your waist, falling onto the small of your back with a light pull closer. Breathing the same air, you felt dizzy. Controlled while still stable, he was exhilarating.

"You're so beautiful." the words slipped off his tongue as if he said it a thousand times, a nerve hitting in your body.

Attempting to concentrate on something else for a moment, he moved even closer. Lips pressed between your own, you were stumped. His lips were like whipped cream on a smooth surface, the feeling so luscious you didn't want to pull away. His hand guided your lower body into his, thumb soothing itself over the satin fabric of your robe. From the gentle movements, a moan passed from your mouth to his, the pull of his smirk making your eyes open. His eyes were still closed, hold on you tight as he stayed in the moment. You tried to see him more- take notice of the way his hips rocked against you, his tongue floating on yours as a groan escaped him, his body reacting to your small tugs.

Oxygen refilled both of you as you pulled away. The two scripts were discarded on the floor, the sticky notes blowing around in the room from the light wind of air beneath the door. Your eyes blinked quickly, tunnel vision from the rush of feelings making you sway in his arms. With a chuckle, he released you, peering around the room. Awkward air, though satisfied, his hand moved to the back of his neck to rub it.

"You didn't say your line right." he laughed, your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"Sorry?" you questioned, his eyes regaining their bright glow.

"Your lines in the script," he said, bending down to pick up his script. Following him, you found the labeled stick-notes, piling them onto the white pages as you held them in your hand. "I was learning our lines."

Your knees buckled again as you stood, realizing what had happened. You were meant to follow your lines, the script detailed with the first scene being a heated make-out. Hand flying to your forehead, Sejun belted out a loud laugh as the door opened.

"They want both of you on set in ten for the scene we left off on." your assistant called out, noticing your flustered state along with Sejun's humorous one.

"Uh," you said roughly, shuffling towards the door to hand her the pile of notes along with your script. "I kind of dropped that."

A light sigh fell from her, a look of disappointment on her face as she backed out of the room. Looking over your shoulder at Sejun, he was still in a fit of laughter, bent over holding his stomach before standing up straight again.

"I guess practice went well?" he asked you, a tilt of your head making his smile widen. "The scene you left off on was scene four, right?" his fingers flipped through the pages again, landing on the upcoming scene you were meant to film minutes from where you stood.

"Y-Yeah." you coughed out, finding your bottle of water before chugging some down, trying to calm yourself.

It hit you that you were about to have sex with this man and that the small exchange you just had was real. He stood inches from you, breathing in calmly as his eyes scanned over the script, lips twisted again.

"You'll enjoy it." he cheered, referring to the scene as he went walking past you, out the door with another smirk on his face.

All of the bodies rushing around as the scene was set to start, you were dizzy again. The entire aroma was new to you. In your line of work, you casually spent time with co-workers creating friendships before scenes even took place. That was how you decided to go about your work, but this situation was entirely different. Your hands shook from nervousness, the sight of your assistant making her way over to you relieving.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” She stated frenziedly, eyes scanning over your pale body.

“I haven’t, but you might if I get in bed with that man.” You slumped against the wall out of sight of the staff, your perked lips making you take in a deep breath.

“We went over the script, but he didn’t tell me we were going over the script, so I fucked up my lines and embarrassed myself.” You sighed.

The corner of her mouth rose up with a light laugh, her hand pressing against your cheek with a happy expression.

“Someone has a crush on her new co-star.”

Sejun peered around the corner of the wall where you stood, his grin and short wave pulling your attention from what your assistant said. He motioned for you to come to him, your legs pulling you along affirmatively until you were stationed in front of him with the director at your side.

“I take it you’re now acquainted?”

Your nod made him clap with a cheer, the clipboard in his hands slamming against his palm with a loud smack making you blink. His rapid movements only caused your heart to race faster, pulling and your wrist to bring you over to the bed.

“I just know this is going to go well.” He grinned, winking at Sejun and making his way off set.

It was a simple click, lights seeming brighter when the director’s voice rung even louder.

“Action!”

two.

He was positioned above you, a smoldered look on his face when his head slipped between your head a shoulder. Open mouth kisses trailed down your neck, your moans soft but picked up by the boom-mic overhead.

“This was what you wanted, isn’t it?” he mewled against your hot skin, stuck in the middle of his role. “To get to fuck me while your boyfriend’s gone camping with his friends, hmm?”

“Yes, fuck!” his hips charged into yours, your legs around his waist to keep him close losing their longevity when he decided to thrust against you. “I planned it out all by myself, aren’t you proud of me?” you gleamed up at him when he pulled away, hands pressed into the soft mattress above your head with a grin on his face.

“Yes, you did so well, baby.” He growled against your breast, pulling the cup of your bra down to expose your nipple to the air, taking it in his mouth.

His voice had you drooling, his hard cock under his thin shorts rocking against you making you whine into the stale air. Lips wrapped around one of the sensitive buds on your chest, his teeth lightly scraped against them when he veered back, pressing his entire body weight down on your core and leaving it there.

“Oh fuck! Shit, that feels so good!” you called out, the solid stimulation on your clothed clit making you rock back and forth for more friction while he sat still.

“Use me. Use me like the bad girl you are.” He commanded. Your upper-body raising to run your hands through his hair, you brought him back down to lay on top of you.

Fingers lacing through his short, dark locks, his groan against your lips made you let out a breath, the open space enough time for him to shove his tongue into your mouth. You blinked, caught by surprise. He was toying with you; this isn’t in the script.

You took it as a challenge, running one of your hands down his body to hold onto his defined hip bone, pushing at the area only to pull it back, adding to the sensation between your bodies. A growl pressed against your mouth, sounding down your throat as he pulled back.

“You want to play like that?” he asked, the light sound of the director flipping the script mulling the staff around you, Sejun was the only one you could see right now.

His hold on you grew stronger, your playful nod only veering him on as his skillful fingers unclasped the bra around your torso in one swift movement. Discarding the item with a quick toss, your underwear was halfway down your thighs before his tongue was sinking into you, a loud cry coming from your lips. His wet muscle flattened against your bundle of nerves, a sudden pattern being drawn around your clit as you rocked against his face. Fingers still pulling on his hair, your hips moved on their own accord, your head falling back against the pillow with a loud cry of pleasure.

“Fuck! You’re going to make me cum!” he was already five steps ahead of your last co-star.

You could feel his grin against your core, his hand running down your stomach to meet with his face between your thighs. Gently running the pad of his middle finger across your entrance, your core clenched around the digit as it sunk in, a whimpered call of his fake name in the air.

His finger pumped in and out of you, the long trace he left inside of you only making you push harder against his face. Your body shuddered, on edge and so close that you could see spots in place of the white lights around. A few more motions of his tongue, his index finger joined within you, the two digits curling in the direction that had you thrashing against him and the mattress, your arousal leaking past his fingers and onto the sheets while he lapped it up.

“How’s that for a pool boy?” he grinned, a loud snap sounding in front of the bed.

“Cut! That was perfect! More than perfect, I think we have the new duo of the company!”

You sat up, slightly dazed as Sejun’s hand rubbed at your back. Your assistant stood at the edge of the bed, a shocked look on her face as she handed your robe to you, helping you stand and pull it around your numbed body.

“So, did you enjoy that?” Sejun’s deep voice was like a song in your head, turning to find him sitting with his knees bent in the middle of the mattress, a wicked smile on his face.

“I did.” You blushed, a hint of pleasure coming off of him when he stood from the bed, running his hand over his pants to straighten them out over his still-hard member.

“Good, then will you go out to dinner with me tonight?” he asked softly, your assistant trying to nonchalantly look as if she wasn’t eavesdropping.

“I would love to.” You smiled, gifting him your hand as he pressed a kiss onto the back before making his exit.

Your assistant looked flabbergasted, eyes wide as she glared at the side of your head. You watched Sejun’s toned back escape from the set, walking in the direction of the dressing-rooms.

“You’re in trouble.”

three.

The restaurant was full of life, people spouting at each other in conversation through the doors. The rain outside splashed against your shoes as you made it onto the sidewalk from the parking lot, Sejun’s beaming smile meeting your gaze. Stood just outside of the front doors, his hands were clamped behind his back, rocking on his heels as you made your way towards him.

“You look wonderful.” His eyes were absorbed in your outfit, body bending to place a gentle kiss on your cheek before pulling back to offer you his arm. “Ready to go in?”

Guiding you through the centered restaurant, you passed rounded tables crowded with guests eating their large plates. A hostess led you towards a back section, the quieter area lined with leather booths and darker lights. Sejun stopped in front of the table, spinning you around to slide your coat off your shoulders, his fingertips caressing the skin along your arms. Breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, your eyes shut for a second to take in the moment. His hand placed on your lower back, helping you slide into the booth without flashing anyone else in the section, the gracious manner due to your outfit being incredibly short on your legs.

Your heart skipped a beat watching the man slip into the booth in front of you, his face so captivating under the orange light illuminating from the lamp above. You couldn’t think of words to speak, much less describe the feeling in your gut longing to understand his glistening eyes. It felt like a century passed, the light cough of the waiter standing at the end of the table breaking your intense eye contact.

Sejun didn’t stagger, ordering a large amount of food instead of separate plates, the variety enough to make your mouth water as it filled up the table. The moment the food was brought, Sejun’s voice gained a tone of excitement in it, watching you attentively eat the meal.

“How long have you been in the business?” he asked, sitting back in his booth, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“A few years.” You began. “It’s nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. Everyone seems to live double lives in the porn business, but I can hardly keep a straight face during any of it. It’s not that I’m unprofessional, I just don’t like that people make it seem so stern.” Your voice trailed off when you noticed he was laughing, nodding at your words before placing his chin in his palm.

“You’re the first person to admit how faulted the system is. I’ve worked with some professionals that take everything so seriously in this film genre that they forgot what it’s like to smile. I’m really glad you’re not like that. It’s refreshing.” He smiled at you, watching you swallow down the last of the food that you could manage.

His eyes were glasses over, an intoxicated look on his face though he hadn’t had a sip of alcohol. Hand slipping past the array of plates, his fingers found the top of your hand, soothing over the knuckles before he moved his arm back to his side.

There was something about the way he looked at you, the expression completely unreadable while also entrancing enough to make you believe sparks were flying. It took all of your might not to stand up and bend over the table to kiss him, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips press against yours again.

It was like he read your mind, winking at you before gesturing for you to slip out of the booth with him. His hand contacted yours again, lacing your fingers together as he walked you through the section, turning a few sharp corners until your eyes met the direction that he was leading you in. The signs for the bathrooms hung over separate doors, his eyes glancing behind you before tugging you into the women’s bathroom, the single-stall lavatory lockable and private.

Your back pressed against the cool door, his lips finding yours after hours, warm and inviting. His tongue tasted like the dessert he finished moments before, the sweet taste lavishing. Hands gliding over your short outfit, his fingers caught the hem, pulling it up to your thighs for you to comfortably bend your knee, lacing the limb around his waist. Your hands floated up his torso, the button-down shirt too easy to open up as your touch found his neck. A groan passed his lips when your hands ran over the vein poking beneath his skin, fingers racing up to fasten his locks between them with short tugs.

His mouth fell agape, pulling your other legs up and lifting you swiftly, setting you down onto the counter. Moaning, your mouth met his neck, kissing and nibbling at the skin as his hips jerked against you. You gasped, his pants tight around his bulge pushed against your core, the thin underwear you wore not enough to hide your arousal. His hand slipped down between your thighs, middle finger pressing against your wetness through your underwear with a groan, your high-pitched whine urging him to carry on.

Finger pressing into you harder, he found your clit when he shifted the digit, your throaty grunt in his ear enough to make him smile at himself in the mirror. A lightbulb seemed to go off in his head, sliding you down from the counter and turning you so that your upper body bent over the cool, granite countertop of the bathroom sink. Your eyes found their reflection in the mirror, the pre-fucked out state already noticeable when you felt his fingers trace the lips of your core once more. Index finger lacing between the fabric and your wetness, he pulled them off to the side, slipping it into you slowly.

You clenched around the digit, gasping again as you heard his zipper become undone, the button of his pants popping open, and the article of clothing around his legs falling to his ankles. His free hand raced up your back, tugging at your hair to catch your attention, his eyes were dark in the mirror.

“Do you want me?” he gritted, the soft features of the man escaping as he stared down at you so open for him.

Your drooling nod was the answer he hoped for, splashing your insides with his precum as he pressed into you. Your eyes shut tight, another pull at your hair making you keep your eyes open. His deep brown eyes sparkled in the bright light of the bathroom, hips pounding into you as your own drilled against the edge of the counter. Your hand moved to your mouth, covering your lips as loud moans were heaved from you.

His hand on your hair released the strands, running along your cheek before two of his fingers slipped between your lips. You hummed at the salty taste of the digits, sucking on them to keep your mouth occupied while he set a new pace. His length thrust so deep into you that the entire counter shook with every movement, the sturdy cabinets built into the furniture rocking against their frames. The noise was too obvious, Sejun’s hips moving at lightning speed.

It still wasn’t enough, and he knew this. He knew that you needed that moment to snap, to break through the threshold. His eyes bored into yours through the mirror, both hands engaged in pleasure and hold. You watched him think things over, the hand on your lip lifting your leg to set your shoe into the sink, the position giving him access to the spot you needed him most.

Your voice cracked, sputtering his name like you were begging for mercy, white filling your irises as you came. The hand on your hip moved down to your sensitive bud, rubbing it in circles to help you fight through your orgasm. His body shuddered, mouth sucking in a large part of your shoulder to muffle his cry of pleasure, filling you to the brim before pulling out of you.

He fell against your back, the leg on the sink moving to hold yourself up as his unsteady breathing echoed in your ear. The light breeze of his scent surrounded you fully, his arms wrapping around your waist as he settled, kissing the spot on your shoulder that he bit into with a chuckle.

“Damn,” his voice was twice as deep as usual, panting as he fixed your underwear and outfit before pulling up his pants. “You are good.”

four.

Your assistant pulled into her parking spot, clamoring out of her car with both arms full of items as she stuttered. “You’re such an idiot, you know.” Her sentence took you by surprise, laughing as she struggled before taking the coffee in one arm and helping her adjust the bag in the other. “Thanks.”

“Mind telling me why you’re insulting me?” you asked her.

She stopped on the sidewalk, turning her entire body in a circle to check that the surroundings were clear. “It’s Sejun.”

Your heart skipped a beat again.

“It would be just your luck that you happen to be having some type of weird affair with a famous pornstar, especially considering he’s one that just-so-happens to fall in love with every co-star he gets paired with.”

Her words sunk through your chest like a knife, your hands fumbling with the coffee before getting a grip. Blinking at her, your voice sounded small.

“So, this entire situation is just him repeating the process over and over again?”

“Indefinitely.”

“I mean-I.” you tried to form a sentence, but even your brain didn’t want to admit what you noticed from the beginning. “That first session in my dressing-room, part of me recognized when someone’s acting. It didn’t feel like he was, but visibly most of his expressions looked like he was used to saying them. I thought it was just because our job calls for acting too.”

“I think it’s just a ruse to get close to you. Like when you have to study for a final; you don’t just study as you would for a test, you try to spice it up and get more details in case a question comes up that you might not have learned.”

Her words hurt. You tried to push the thoughts of Sejun using you as a new project aside, but the sight before you seemed to sum up what your assistant was trying to explain. Sejun was propped up against a wall talking to a woman in lingerie, the clear, glass doors enough space to see the way he intimately brushed her hair behind her ear. It was a shot to the heart, the hold on the cupholder slipping as the coffee splashed against the cement and all over you and your assistant.

The hot liquid was nowhere near as painful as the emotions running through you. The commotion had caught the attention of those inside the main office, including Sejun, but you ignored their stares and raced around the building to get to your dressing-room. With your assistant trailing, you pushed past the staff members, the director watching you pass by smelling like coffee and not saying a word, only chuckling as you slammed the skinny door shut behind you.

The anger you felt couldn’t even bring tears to your eyes, the feeling of being played enough to rile you up as your foot kicked against the same chair he sat in when you read over the script. Everything around you caused you to boil, your assistant silently slipping through the door to check on you enough to trigger your thoughts back.

“I’m not doing this. I’m not going to sit back and pretend like this isn’t fucking stupid. I’m a person! Who takes a person on a date just to become more acquainted for porn scenes? Do you think this is why he’s so highly rated? Because he fucks everyone he works with? This fuckin-. “

“Calm down. There’s a better way to approach this.” Your assistant was thinking on her feet, watching your cheeks turn red from annoyance as you bounced down into the soft chair with a pout. “You’re right. This is fucked up, but you’ve said it yourself: it’s business.”

“So.”

“So, do what you do best.”

“Which is?”

“Fuck his brains out.”

five.

Sejun wore an estranged expression when you made it out to the next set, his eyes following you towards the hot tub. Legs straightening out to stand, the director raced by him in your direction. The important man meeting your attention before you even had a chance to look at your co-star, Sejun’s brows furrowed. Your robe laced around your body slowly slid off, flowing into the grip of your assistant when you took a step down into the tub. Heat radiated out of the circled bath, the steam warming your body along with the hot water as you sat onto the bench.

“What was the mess about earlier?” the director said quietly, bending to crouch beside your resting body.

“Nothing.” You gazed up at him with an unaffected look, his cocked brow making you wonder if he knew what you were up to.

Sejun’s shorts around his waist rose higher as he stepped over the edge of the hot tub, lower body sinking into the water with a gentle sigh. His eyes watched you attentively, slipping over the bench closer as his arm rested behind your head.

“Everything alright?” he asked, voice wary.

Taking notice that you refused to look at him, your eyes stared straight, watching the staff run amuck setting up the equipment before the shoot began. His hand brushed against your shoulder, the cunning contact enough to make you shift in your seat, keeping your head facing away from him.

“Y/N?”

“Be ready in two minutes!”

“What’s going on?”

The lights clicked on, the now fully illuminated scene around you making you blink and focus on what was about to occur. Listening to the tick of the pen in your assistant’s hand click from nervousness, you sent her a glance, her nod assuring you of the plan.

“All set? Action!”

Both of you sat near one another, the sound of water bubbling the only thing recalling your senses before your mind went into autopilot. Your hand moved to his thigh, the thick limb making your mouth water. Running your fingers up and down, his breathing went unsteady, watching you like you were a porno, yourself. Your fingers dug into his thigh, nails breaking the skin as he hissed.

“The fuck are you doing?” he whined, eyes wide and mouth agape.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you took advantage of his surprised expression by pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek as you retract your hand. Moving your leg over his waist to straddle him, his hands instinctively moved to your hips, your rushed movements pushing them from your body until his arms rested at his sides.

Your kisses moved across his face, taking his lips against yours in a fiery make out session. Your mind ignored the cameras moving along their rails so close, zooming in and panning out to get every shot of the intense scene for the film. Hands locking into his hair, you pulled back on the crown of his head, jawline prominent as you nibbled hickeys into the firm skin. He let out a groan, your hips rocking against his already hardened cock.

He was enjoying it, the heat radiating from the tub almost scorching as it bounced off his hot skin and moved to yours. Sweat dripped down his temple, his hands attempting a second time to place on your hips. Allowing him the chance, his index fingers dipped past the waistband, pushing the small bottoms down your thighs and off your body. You gasped against his neck, his head moving to bite into your shoulder, eyeballing the marks he left the night before at the restaurant.

His dominance was making a comeback, bites becoming more untamed when his hips jerked against yours. After what felt like hours of pressing his buttons, you pushed back from his body, pulling his length from his shorts and gliding down on it effortlessly.

The sound he released echoed in the container, the lights growing dimmer to catch the perfect shot of you riding him within the water. You bounced on your knees, the bench slippery as his hands held you to him. His length pushed into you fully, halting the moment he bottomed out in you.

“I don’t like it when you flirt with other people.” You admitted to him slowly, out of breath from the situation.

“You don’t?” his tone was the same, the question not taking him by surprise.

His bottom lip sunk between his teeth, eyes squinting to view you through the steam. When your eyes connected, he could tell what you were upset about, a playful smirk on his lips.

“It’s just a habit.” He grinned, thrusting up into you again.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, legs separating as much as possible on the bench to let him move in deeper. Moans and grunts mixing, the staff around you were clearly in a confused state because the lines were not spoken anywhere in the script.

Sejun’s lips pulled into another wide grin, holding your ass to jerk his hips against you roughly. Your eyes shut tightly when his hand moved between your bodies, fingers pressing into your clit forming circles enough to make you rush to hold him firmly, finishing as you clenched tightly on his cock. His embrace around you released, your head falling against his shoulder. A kiss was placed just below your ear, the patch of skin sensitive making you shudder. His breathing only got deeper, thrusts harsh and slow.

It was like the world moved in slow motion. Like a dream, his lips pressed against yours. The passionate affair between coworkers had pried into something different, the world seeping away when his palm met your jawline, guiding you to make the kiss deeper. Pulling away to catch your breath, you caught his gaze.

The man before you held a new look in his eyes. One that you couldn’t quite read but wanted to. Chapter by chapter, word by word. You wanted to know what it meant so you could quote it for the rest of your life. Pushing to the brim, you gasped, his warm breath on the shell of your ear as he pulled back from you.

“And old habits die hard.”

The screen had a large number one on it, the digital number bright red as the bell dinged again and the doors pulled to. Eyeing how the doors slid open extra slow that day, your body moved to exit before feeling a sudden thrash beside you.

"Pardon me, but I must get by." the elderly woman croaked, her body shoved into yours as she exited before you out of the elevator.

With a rough sound, you let her by without a word. Finally escaping before the elevator doors slid back shut - faster than they opened - a large dollie strolled in front of you. Unable to miss the large cart stacked with boxes, your body crashed into it. With the heavy boxes barely shifting, you slamming into the cart impacted you enough for your bag to fall open, the most important item falling onto the ground and sliding under a bench.

Unaware of the object escaping you, your body plummeting to the floor. The main entrance of the building sat empty. The man rolling the cart apologized as he continued on his way, not gifting you a hand or any help at all. With his back turned to you, you shuffled and stood, pulling your bag up to your shoulder again as you finally left the hectic building.

Unbenouced to you, the security guard passed by. Doing his usual sweeps of the building, his foot caught the edge of the same bench, moving it from the wall as the black camera laid in his sight. With twisted lips, he picked up the undamaged camera, toying it in his hands as he shrugged. The recording device in his grasp, he took it back to the office with him.

Taking his seat in the desk chair, he examined the camera. A piece just recently purchased, seemingly unused to him. He mulled over what to do with it. The building was well-kept, and it was unusual to find such an item lost. Without a name on the device, he had nowhere to place it for it to be found and returned. Peering around the office, it was unlikely he'd be able to stash it out in the open for safekeeping. His nerves growing, the man that runs the front desk opened the door.

"Hanse, did you get your check last week?" the man asked, eyebrows thick and pulled together.

"Uh," he stuttered, holding the camera under his desk and out of sight from the man. "Y-Yeah, I did. I got it on Friday."

"Weird. Mine didn't go through." the man said, a pout on his face as he pulled the door shut.

With a sigh, Hanse lifted the camera back up into the light. Still uncertain of what to do, he moved over to his bag sat on the small couch, pushing the device between his stuff and zipping it back. With the full workday still ahead of him, he couldn't be caught with an object lost with one of the apartment's tenants, or it could cost him his job.

Midnight came, the building falling still with most of the tenants retrieving into their homes. Hanse sat in the office, each of the monitors rolling as his eyes scanned over them. No one had come to retrieve the camera he found, the device still sitting inside of his chilled backpack as he pulled it out. Fingers latched onto it, he played around with the angle, attempting to read the small buttons. Though the camera was new, it was an older form - most likely made earlier in the decade. With the cold device in his hands, he took a seat back into his hair, pulling off the hat that read "Security" on it as he let out a breath. Skimming over each of the buttons, his index finger caught a large button on the camera. Pressing into it, the camera released the small screen connected to the device for easy-viewing. With his eyebrows cocked, he placed the item down onto his desk, rummaging through papers to put over it as he stood. Scanning the cameras, he noted that no one was around, but stepped out of his office to check. Finding the entire entrance and lobby deserted, he made his way back into his office to find out the identity of the one that owns the camera.

"This is illegal," he told himself, the clicking the buttons to turn on the camera and search through the files recorded.

Staring at the screen, the small monitor loaded and opened up the files, giving him the option to view the recordings and photos within it. With a guttural sigh, he clicked open the main file. Only one video was saved onto it, making him sit dumbfounded. Taking another glance at the security cameras, he clicked the button to open the video file, watching as the video opened and loaded. With the lingering screen before him, his thumb turned the dial on the device to the left for the volume to lower. Eyes fixed on the screen, he awaited what was next.

Your face appeared, staring into the lens of the camera as you backed away. Lingerie tight on your body, the oxygen from his lungs immediately escaped as he pressed the play and pause button, the video stopping. Setting the camera back down onto the desk, his hands shot to his head, clasping behind his neck. Floundering back into the chair, he took in a sharp breath, gawking at your body within the tiny screen. Mind clouded, he blinked and pressed the play button again. You moved calmly, the expression on your face stern. From this perspective, you looked like you knew what you were doing.

Observing the way you crawled onto the bed, his pupils grew. The lingerie tight on your legs as you twisted, sitting with your body facing forward, your breathing was unsteady. His palms became sweaty, fixed on how your hand slid up and down your body without stuttering. Peeling around, the hook was concealed, your fingers undoing it swiftly. The straps of your bra fell down your shoulders, breasts exposed. With another click of the pause button, Hanse's face was red in embarrassment. He could hardly focus on anything, especially not your figure exiting a taxi in the parking garage in real-time playing on one of the security monitors.

Clicking the button again, his breath hitched when your fingers met your nipple, pinching at tugging as a moan left your lips. Locked on the way your head tilted back, eyes still peering at the camera, his hands were roaming up and down his thighs in sexual frustration. Just as your fingers skimmed down to your underwear, the band tight against your waist as they slipped underneath, his hand rested above the bulge in his pants. The light friction of his own touch made him groan, eyes never leaving the screen. The skinny fabric skimmed down, past the garter belt clipped around your abdomen and thighs, and past your calves until the article of clothing was kicked off. With your wet core now in his sight, he was practically drooling. Running his hand up down his length from above his pants, he lightly groaned. Your small fingers making contact with your core made him swallow hard, and just as you inserted a finger into yourself, a ding interrupted his movements.

Body stiff, his eyes finally left the tiny monitor playing the video. Noticing a small frame standing in the lobby, it wasn't the bell of the elevator that had chimed through the main floor, but the bell on the front desk. Patiently waiting for someone to hear the sound, you stood with your elbow against the wood, head propped up in the hold of your hand. The same hand which he witnessed you caressing yourself with moments earlier.

Standing from his seat, he pulled at his pants to try and dim down that he was aroused, mind focused on your body sprawled out on the camera’s monitor before him. With another harsh swallow and another chime of the front desk's bell, he pulled the door of his office open. You turned to face him, eyes tired as they met his. With a skittish look on his face, he made his way behind the desk where you stood.

"Y-yes, may I help you?" he asked, trying to hold back his nervousness as he stuttered.

"Yes, I uh," you said, watching his hands move to his sides, awkwardly tugging at his pants. "I think I dropped my camera in here earlier, have you seen it?"

Your innocent glance up at him made his knees go weak, the palms of his hands moving flat against the wooden desk to hold himself up. Your fragrant scent moving into his nose, he couldn't help but stare back at you. With an eyebrow cocked at him, you watched him shake out of his imaginable stance, reality hitting as he stuttered again.

"I, uh. I-" he rambled, unable to find words.

"It's a simple yes or no." you giggled, watching as his cheeks turned pink in the dim lighting of the lobby.

Stuck between distracting you, telling you yes - that he did find it and have to suffer the consequence of you having to hear him turn off the camera and close the screen a few steps away in his office, or telling you no - and watching you leave with a pout on your face wondering where you actually dropped it. Deciphering all options, the universe seemed to decide for him as a faint moan - your faint moan - called out from the office. With a curious look, your eyes trailed from him to the ajar door. Ignoring his pleas, your feet carried you into his office, the sight of your favorite toy deep within your core catching your attention.

Face now red, his hands were in the air. Stuttering about, he couldn't find words again as you tilted your head at his distressed reaction. Your face just as calm as when the video began, you innocently looked up at him, his teeth biting down on his tongue. With your moans and pants playing faintly in the room, you looked between him and the computer. His thumb had apparently slipped on the volume’s dial as he set the camera back down, and he hadn’t noticed.

"I don't mind," you stated, watching his body fall like a weight lifted off of him. "But I am annoyed that you got premium viewing. You know, this goes for hundreds for regular customers.

You watched his state move from scared to relaxed, and now confused. With a small chuckle from you, you lifted the camera up and clicked the button, watching as the video paused.

"I do this for a living," you said, looking him up and down, reading his nametag. "Hanse."

His name falling from your lips nearly made his knees buckle from under him, body leaning against a metal filing cabinet for support. Watching as you gently closed the screen, part of him was heart-broken witnessing you hit the power button to put it in sleep mode and hold it in your hands.

"You really should know better than to snoop through people's lost items," you said, turning to face him, the camera held between your hand and hip.

"It doesn't have a sticker with your name on it," he said, a sudden confidence boost now that your naked body wasn't playing on the camera’s monitor. "How was I supposed to know who it belongs to if I didn't search through it?"

"I don't know, make signs that say "Lost camera found in the lobby." like a normal person?" the tone in your voice was now annoyed, eyeing him standing straight from the cabinet.

Now towering over you, his eyes were locked on yours. Lips parted like he had something else to say, a swift sigh from you caused his mouth to shut. Watching you swap from one foot to the others the camera between your hands beeped as the battery died, having been on all day without Hanse's knowledge. Looking down at the device, you set it into your bag, holding it close to your shoulder as you gave him another look.

"You live here?" he asked, your eyebrow raised in suspicion. "I haven't seen you before."

"I've been here for a few months," you spoke, the air turning thick quickly.

With his eyes roaming your body, images of what was recorded on the camera filled your mind. Taking in that he was aroused by the video, and still is, an idea popped into your head.

"You didn't get to finish the video, did you?" you asked, remembering that he was only halfway through when you pulled the picked up the camera and turned it off.

With a quick breath, you let a strap of your bag slip down while you retrieved the camera. Slipping the SD card out of the device, you lifted his hand from beside his body, placing the small chip in his palm and closing it. Watching his lips part again, a smirk pulled at your lips. Moving around his stunned body, you walked through the doorway of his office, heading towards the elevator. Spinning on his heels, your thumb clicked the up arrow of the elevator, turning back to see his intrigued expression.

"By the way," you said, hearing the elevator doors open behind you. "My apartment number is 27."

In seconds he returned to his office, slipping the SD card into an unused USB port and inserting it into the computer. With three clicks, the video was back in his sight. Shutting the door and searching over the security monitors, the apartment building was still empty. With a sudden rush of hot air in the room, he skimmed the cursor over the duration of the video, finding the time he left off before leaving the room.

His pupils dilated watching your body return to the screen - now in a larger picture - light moans coming from you as your finger slid into your core. Perceiving how your fingers rolled over yourself with ease, he remembered you mentioning that this was your job. He had stumbled upon the camera you used to film yourself, the only file specified on the card because it was meant to be turned into your company that morning, hadn’t you dropped it.

Oblivious to this, he sat watching your body fall back against your perfectly staged bed. Hooked on how your moans grew in volume as your fingers sped up, his hand returned to himself, palming roughly. Hissing at the contact, your sounds were in high definition when his hand slid into his hands, relieving himself of the pressure. Running his hand along his length, his tongue poked out, captivated by how your eyes met the lens every few minutes. With his own touch attempting to get him off, his short pants and groans in the dull office were heard by you.

His eyes hadn't left the screen again, the elevator that had stopped on your floor returning to the lobby as you got back off. Sneaking towards his office door, you propped yourself beside the hinges, listening to him get off to your video. Eyes blown with lust, his grunts were turning into growls, hissing at the simple friction of his hand. Sitting back on the seat, an annoyed sigh left him, nearly whimpering. Your hand met the cold metal of the door handle, pushing it down as his door clicked open. Watching him panic struggling to cover himself, you held in a laugh.

"What? You get to see me play with myself, but I can't see you? How's that fair?" you questioned, bottom lip sticking out slightly.

His lips were parted, chapped from hanging open from being entranced by your body on the screen. Standing before him again, his length under his pants, he couldn't help but pull at himself more. His grunts started again, the door of the office slamming shut. Small paces over to him, his free hand gripped your hips, peering up at you under tired eyes.

Moving your hand along his arm, your fingers wrapped around his neck, head tilting back against the leather chair. Pants filling the room again, his body was exceedingly hot as your left hand caught his jeans, pushing them down to see his movements. His tongue poking out, your head swung down and caught it between your lips. Sucking on the wet muscle, he let out a deep moan. His skin covered in chill bumps, your fingers laced into his hair, tugging at the locks. With him being a mess below you, you led his free hand up your body, cupping your breast over your shirt. Hips jerking up into his hand, he moaned louder, your lips capturing his to quiet him.

He bucked up, feeling your body within his hold. Moving to straddle him, your hand caressed against his length, his head slamming into the headrest of the office chair.

Pitch rising in his moans, he was drunk on your lips. Hips stuttered, he came on his pants with whines vibrating into your mouth, teeth biting down on your bottom lip. Pulling away from him, he panted heavily trying to calm himself, eyes watching you rise from him as you placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Come visit me soon?" you asked, his violent nods making you laugh.

"Definitely," he smirked

Lavender, mint, the smell of burning wood. All in your nose at once, the scents overwhelming to some, but a necessity to yourself. The bell jingled above the door, the array of smells that met you outside thicker when your shoes met the welcoming mat. Lines of short isles around the small shop, each mediated by lumbered shelves stained to fit the aesthetic. Glass jars held the wax that emitted the scents that made your body feel calm. The aroma of the store comforting as you paced up and down the aisles.

Light jazz playing over the speakers, your eyes scanned over the different sizes of candles, each categorized differently and organized by color. The entirety of the store looked professional for just having opened, the empty space in the building abandoned before the owner bought it and changed it into the masterful business. Following the colors from black to deep red, a shuffling sound echoed from the back of the store.

A struggling groan from a man sounded to where you stood, the sound of glass cracking against the tiled floor alerting. Ambling to the counter on the far left, you held your bag to your shoulder while leaning over the marbled table. A bright light exerting from the hallway off to the side, you couldn't see the man.

"Hello?" you called out, voice softer than you wanted it to be. "Are you alright?"

Voice louder the second time, a slight chuckle came from down the hallway. The man out of your sight sighed aimlessly, his footsteps moving closer as you heard him speak.

"I'm alright, just lost my grip. I'll be with you in a moment!" his voice deeper than you imagined, smooth yet graveled like when a car slips from a paved road down a dirt trail.

"Okay," you said even softer, letting your bag loosen from your hold on it.

With the sound of glass scraping across the flooring, your eyebrows creased together, eyes squinting from the irritable sound. Moving from the counter, you regained the area you originally stood. Following back along the lines of candles, every few seconds you picked one up to hold it near your nose. With the collection all around, you were wonderstruck by the artistic ability to provide so many choices, and feverish about coming across one in particular.

Behind one of the shelves, the figure of the man met your gaze. The vision of him altered by the line of candles and wooded border of the shelf, only his torso was in your view. Watching him move out from the yellow-lighted doorway, his buttoned shirt neatly cuffed at his elbows and tucked into his pants, he swayed with serenity. Lifting yourself onto your tip-toes, you noticed he had a large candle held against his chest, arm wrapped tightly around it as if he were carrying a child.

You gently placed your hand against the shelf, peering around to see his entire figure. Met with a man taller than you, his hair neatly placed on his head and focus set on the candle in his hold, you took in a sharp breath. With the sound of your sudden overtaken state concealed by the jazz music playing, your body whipped back around into the hidden space of the skinny aisle. Scents swimming about in the air, you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself. The man's appearance enthralling, and not what you had expected to walk out of the back. Standing before the green candles, you gripped the ends of your sweater in the palms of your hands, nails digging past the fabric leaving small crescents into the skin. Staring at the candles, you tried to distract yourself from the handsome man feet away, reading over the personalized titles on the labels of the glass candles. None of the names fit the one you wanted, the one you came into the store for originally. On the search for the particular scent, a voice startled you.

"Do you need help looking for anything?" the man asked, his arm letting the candle down against the marble counter-top.

Unaware that his eyes found your figure - similar to how you saw his through the filled shelves, though he was unable to see anything but your sweater in his view - you jumped. Quickly skimming over the rest of the green candles, you stepped around the corner of the shelf, taking in his entire appearance.

Eyes soft and inviting, stance collected and warming, he was clearly the only working employee in the shop. Holding your tongue in your mouth to keep from saying anything silly, his toothless smile lifted the strange air. Silently walking up to the counter, your eyes never left his. With a curious nose twitch, he continued to smile at you as your smaller frame set in front of the counter.

"Actually, I do need help," you said calmly, trying to keep your voice from rising in pitch out of sheer nervousness.

With his eyes placed on your lips as you spoke, you couldn't help but feel a bead of sweat threatening to fall from your hairline down your temple. Though it was cold outside and within the store, the fabric of the sweater you wore began to hold your body heat, causing your cheeks to redden from the temperature change and embarrassment.

"I'm looking for a specific scented candle," you stated, watching his lips curl upward more, eyes glittered as he laughed.

"I may or may not have it." he smiled, curiosity in the tone of his voice.

"Petrichor," you said quickly, the word slipping off your tongue like an expletive.

Watching his eyes dim in thought, he glanced over the stocked shelves, lips twisted. He swiveled, eyes still fixed on the candles around as he moved from behind the counter. Lips mouthing the word petrichor over and over again, he focused. Form bigger than yours, he moved past you at such a quick speed that the breeze from him made a shiver run up your spine. Following his pace, he stopped just in front of the blue candles, finger skimming over the labels as he read. With the candles in alphabetical order, it took him seconds to find the deep blue jar, lifting it out of the line to show it to you.

Your cheeks went from red to pink, the sight of the candle you had searched for directly in your range. Holding it tightly, the medium-sized candle slipped from his hand into yours. The cool glass jar made chills produce on your skin, the bumps unseen by the man as they were underneath your sweater. The light exchanging of his fingers caressing yours when the glass met your hold pulled a breath from you. Hands so warm compared to the coolness of the temperature around, you wanted to replay the moment in your head for hours.

You took a second to look him over in the daylight illuminating from the large windows in the front of the store, his charming smile making you blink rapidly. He looked as if he had walked out of a movie. You stared into his eyes, which were flashing between the candle in your hands and your face. Taking in an awkward breath, you rocked on your heels, mouth quivering.

"No one ever has this one." you laughed lightly. "The scent is so rare."

"I know." he grinned widely, smile so bright it made your heart skip a beat. "I had to really study in order to recreate it."

His words made you fall stiff, brows creased together as you looked back down at the blue candle. You browsed the rest of the candles, the shelves almost fully packed since he recently opened the shop not even a month ago.

"C-Create it?" you questioned, watching him carefully.

"Yes! I make all of these myself." His words were relaxed, body scanning over the small shop with a look of gratification.

"Wow," you exclaimed, holding the candle even tighter with the knowledge that he made it himself. "You must have a lot of patience."

His laugh was joyful, moving back towards the counter. Following him again, he maneuvered through the little, gaunt space between the counter and wall, shuffling through something within the bookshelf against the wall.

"No, actually," he said, stepping to the side to let you see past him to the cabinets of the bookshelf. "I just had a lot of free time."

A huge stack of books and booklets sat neatly within the cabinet of the bookshelf, each titled with something related to candle-making. In awe that he took the time to read and master the hobby enough to turn it into a career, you were practically speechless. Mouth falling open, his laugh erupted you from your shocked state as he shut the cabinet door.

"Crazy, I know," he stated, smile fading slightly as his hand ran up and down his left arm.

Seeing him in a sudden state of anxiousness was grounding, the man's aura so thick and engaging that you were entranced to belive he was flawless. He is only merely another human being in front of you. Clearing your throat, the optimism in the air etiolated when he spoke up again.

"Can I help you find anything else?" he moved up to the counter, hands pressed flat against the marble as he waited for you to respond.

"Ah, this is all I came in for actually," you said calmly, setting the candle onto the counter.

Smiling, his large hand moved and picked up the candle. Sliding the bottom of it over the scanner to ring it up, a beep sounded in the air during the transaction. You watched him lean over to grab something, standing up straight with a bag in his hold, putting the candle into it gently. With a candle and name of the shop printed on the front, he couldn't hold in another grin as he passed the bag over to you with your receipt.

"Complimentary recyclable bag for your kindness, patience, and care for me breaking glass in the back of the store earlier." he smiled.

Laughing, your fingers found his again when the handle passed to you, warm and soft just as the first touch. With the bag held at your side, you gave him another glance. Chuckling, he leaned over the counter, his arms holding up his body.

"My name's Seungsik, by the way. And if you ever need another specific scented candle, I'll be here to hand it to you." his words gentle, the glistening of his eyes making the chills go over your skin again.

With an amiable nod, you exited the store. The breeze of the cooler air freshening. His demeanor was etched into your mind, and although the petrichor candle had been the scent you searched months for, his scent was stuck in your nostrils with more meaning.

Two weeks passed, your days busy with work and home life before you found yourself stationed in front of the candle shop again. The sun now bright, the weather was nearly opposite of what it had been the day you first went in. Light breezes making the small heatwave cooler, the air was as clear as the blue sky above.

You stood, the thin but still long-sleeved shirt you wore swaying in the wind. Eyes reading the sign beside the door flashing "Open", a few people passed by before moving into the store. Peering in through the window, you noticed the small shop seemed entertained, a couple browsing the candles alongside an elderly lady flipping through one of the candle-making booklets. Seungsik had stocked another shelf with the booklets, a feature you didn't notice aside from his own, personal collection in the cabinet behind the check-out counter.

Stomach flipping, even the mention of his name in your head made butterflies flutter in your stomach. Immediately turning on your heels to head home, you decided to skip on trying to go in to see about another candle purchase. A sudden body before you made you halt to a stop, the taller person struggling to carry a cardboard box. Your eyes squinted in the blinding sunlight, hand flattening over them to get a better look at the person. As your hand rose to your face, a familiar laugh rang in your ears.

"Very bright today." Seungsik chuckled, holding the cardboard box in his arms, overstacked with the same booklets as the elderly lady skimmed through in the store, he lifted it up higher to keep from spilling the thin books out. "Could you do me a favor?"

"Of course," you said, not a single beat missed as you mentally slapped yourself.

"Mind spotting me while I carry these in? The last thing I want to do right now is drop them and look unprofessional."

The reoccurring sentences he sent towards you that made you realize he is just another person didn't fail to bring you back to reality. Gesturing for him to head for the store, he stopped as you pulled the door open for him. His smile at you widely. With the shade of the store cleared your vision better, you noticed how his eyes lingered on your lips a few extra beats before he stepped through the door.

Watching him set them down onto the counter, his smile didn't fade as he called out to the elderly woman, asking if she needed help. You stood awkwardly, rocking on your heels as you looked around. Taking the free time to walk around the store, you listened to him talk respectfully to the woman as he helped her find a large-printed book and check out. In awe of him again, you watched him race back around the counter, opening the door as she went to leave, gifting her a smile and nod.

"Your professionalism is quite elite," you stated behind him, watching him turn around with blushed cheeks.

The couple stood a few feet away, bickering about which candle to get as they argued. Seungsik took notice, stepping towards them to offer a sale on one in order to help solve their problem. You were fascinated, his charm now exceeding when you first met. With the exchange of "Thank you", the couple was out the door, happy and content with their candles.

"I'm so glad you stopped by when you did," he said, flashing you a gentle smile, cheeks rosy.

"I didn't do anything, really," you said, playing with the hem of your shirt, his eyes catching your timid movement.

"M-May I request another favor?" he stuttered, your eyes blinking up at him in confusion.

You mulled over his expression, the flustered state catching you by surprise. Nodding, you sent him a smile, watching his shoulders relax as he took in a deep breath. Watching his expression change from soft to curious, his lips twisted.

"Go on a date with me?" his tone soft, standing idle as he waited for your answer.

Lips pulling into a small pout, you thought for a second before speaking up. "Of course." you choked out, staring at him.

The rest of the day slipped by in a blur, standing before the same store hours later. The sun was nearly set, the sky a dark blue. The lights around the front window of the candle shop lightened the doorway, a soft glow on the sidewalk. Pulling the door open, Seungsik stood, white shirt and pants neatly ironed and tucked together. It was his turn to gesture you into the store.

Remembering what he said before you left the store again, a smile rose on your face. "I'll make it fun. I can teach you how I make my candles, and even make one especially for you since you love them so much. I'll order takeout, and we can eat while the wax sets." his eyes were so bright with enthusiasm when he spoke, you couldn't turn him down. You didn't want to.

Stepping into the candle shop for the third time, a line of candles trailed towards the check-out counter. You smiled, walking down the aisle made of the lit candles as Seungsik diligently followed you. Making your way into the back, you realized just how homely he was, the entire area made into a small living and dining room, along with a station for working. Your eyes followed the wide room made into different sections, the candles still lit about instead of a bright, over-head lamp. It was romantic.

"This place is beautiful," you spoke, taking notice of his pretty decor and discreet floorplan set out nice enough to be minimalistic.

"I live upstairs, but this is where I usually am," he said, hands clasped behind his back as he leaned over your shoulder, observing how you took in his home.

Another thing that brought you back to reality. You hadn't thought twice about how the store had an upper floor, or that he - as everyone - struggles financially with the bare minimum, such as meshing his home and work into one building. The idea of just how much he had to pay for what he had made you dizzy, laughing as you sat down at the round dining table. Slipping into the seat across from him, his chin fell into his palm, eyes watching you assiduously.

"Are you alright?" he asked with a small chuckle at the end of his sentence.

"Yes." you smiled, eyebrows creased at his laughter. "What's funny?"

"That was the first thing you said to me," he commented, reminiscing about the day you met when you had called out to him after hearing the commotion.

It was oblivious to you that this was the exact spot that he had smashed an empty jar, the glass splattering on the floor making him huff before he heard your soft voice in the distance. The way his eyes blinked at you was a tell that he saw the memory as special.

"Why don't we get started?" he smiled, standing and moving over to his candle-making station.

With the items already set out, he had an array of things to choose from. Scents, a holder for the candle, even had colored utensils for you to use. Moving to stand beside him, his side rubbed against your shoulder when he turned to look over at you, the short physical contact making your heart race.

"Which one would you like?" he asked, hand motioning towards the jars and ceramic flower pots set out to make the candle in. With a small smile, your finger connected with a flower pot, running the digit across the smooth surface. "Good choice." he grinned.

Pulling the rest of the options away, you lifted the small bottle of scent in your hand, the title blank. Looking at the label, you listened to him carefully set the other things in different places, clearing your workspace. Moving around you, he slowed down, the last glass jar in his hands.

"Interesting," he said calmly, placing the jar down to take his place back beside you. "I've never used that one before."

"It intrigued me," you said, shaking the bottle while holding it between your thumb and index finger.

"You're intriguing," he said, his stare sudden like he didn't mean to say that out loud.

Smiling away the awkwardly slipped compliment, he kept the process going. Pouring water into the flower pot, you both measured how much you'll need to make the candle before pouring it into a measuring cup for exact numbers. A beaming grin on his face, he placed the wick in for you, cutting it and hot gluing it to the bottom of the pot for later use. Putting a cooking pot onto a scale, he let it heat up enough for melting the soy flakes, pouring them and the water in as it began to simmer. Watching him gingerly work was fascinating to you, his hands going at a slower speed for you to learn the steps properly. Mixing your chosen scent into the wax, he poured it into your flower pot, letting the wax coat around the wick in the middle.

"That's about all. This is just one way to make them, but it like it. It'll be a few hours before the wax settles." 

Pulling out the takeout he ordered, he reheated it before making you both plates and setting the table. Taking your seats across from one another again, you learned a new chapter of Seungsik, the prodigious side.

"I moved here about a year ago, but I barely left the building and only used my days to make candles. It was a weird time, but I'm glad I experienced it."

"You moved in here when you first got here?" you asked him, waiting as he sipped from a glass of red wine.

"Yeah, the old tenant here had to move out earlier than expected, so I got the first two months free." he smiled graciously towards you, spoon digging around his food.

"Some would call that luck," you stated, sipping your own wine as you shot him a glance of placidity.

"It brought me to this moment, so I consider myself extra lucky."

You blushed, his right hand skimming over the small table to connect with your left one. Playing with your fingers in his grasp, he gently ran the pad of his thumb over your knuckles. Moving to clean up from the meal, he would sweep past you just to brush up against you again. Heart still racing, the last plate went into the sink, his hand lifting your wrist to his chest as his eyes met yours.

"I can feel your heartbeat," he said, his thumb pressed against the top line of your ring finger. "It's so fast. Do I make you nervous?"

"Not quite," you whispered to him, letting him bring you in closer. With his face inches from yours, you took the chance you had been waiting for. "Kiss me."

He didn't hesitate, pressing his lips gently against yours. Hand sliding from where he felt your heart racing, he met your waist. Pulling you against his body, the kiss continued deeper, passionate. Lifting you from the ground for a second to make you even in height, your arms wrapped around his neck. Tracing small circles at his hairline, a moan fell from him. Placing you back down, he walked you backward, your calves meeting the soft couch a few feet away. As you fell back against the cushions, you laughed against his mouth, a smile pulling from him too.

His touch was gentle, scent filling your nostrils strongly when his body laid against yours. Hands gently moving up and down your clothed body, the sensual aroma built like a mask when you pulled back to pull off your shirt. The rough pads of his fingertips on your skin made the chills return, now felt by him as he smirked into the kiss. Pulling back to discard his own shirt, he leaned against your body to feel your skin contact his, both of you in a hazed state from the glasses of wine mixed with the thick scents of his candles still burning throughout the bottom floor of his building. Elapsed by his touch, you wanted to savor the moment but found yourself almost naked underneath him in the blink of an eye.

Pressing his pants against your clothed crotch, a loud gasp came from you, the reaction he was looking for. Rutting against you, your arousal stained through the thin fabric of your underwear, soaking into his pants at the same time. Pressing himself against you harder, the friction to your lower half made your head fall back. A hickey being sucked against your neck, he took in a sharp breath. Sliding his pants down, you weren't the only one aroused. Distracted by the way his hand ran down his abdomen to his bulge in his boxers, the sight of him palming himself made your mouth water.

Eager to feel him, your hand replaced his own. The contact of your smaller hand on his member made him pant, tongue sliding across his bottom lip as he watched you peer up at him. Lost in his groans, he bent down to find your lips again, your index fingers hooking his boxers to slide them down. One knee on the sofa between your legs, he straightened himself out, his back muscles tense when your hand ran past them. With another moan, he left your mouth, kisses moving down your body. His teeth caught the fabric of your underwear, tugging them down your legs swiftly.

With light chuckles, you pulled him back between your legs, hand placed on the back of his neck. Pressing his forehead to yours, you breathed each other in. Aligning himself to you, he pushed in slowly, your body taking him in easily. Fingers dug into his skin, your eyes shut when he moved out and back in. Agonizingly slow, this was the one instance you wanted him to have full control of.

His hips kept a soft pace, rolling into you deeply as your legs clamped around his waist. Nails leaving crescents into his arm, your moans in his ear urged him to speed up, hips snapping up into you. His voice deep, he couldn't speak, only making subtle groans. Lips pressed against your skin, his pace was gaining. Lifting his hand from your hip, his fingers wrapped around one of the skinny containers of a heated candle, the excess wax melted on top slushing around. Holding the candle towards his chest, a drip of wax poured down his front and over his abs. Hissing and moaning at the pain, his eyes rolled back, pace slowing to feel you more.

The scene before you was enthralling, watching the white wax glide down between his breasts, leaving a trail of irritated skin. Running his fingers through the drips, he groaned at the heat of the wax, looking down at you staring up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Let me try it," you said, voice just above a whisper.

Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your stomach, keeping his hips moving slow. Tipping the candle, he lightly poured the wax onto your skin, the burn faint but there. Moaning, your hips lifted up into his, the ruts against him causing him to move faster. With the quicker pace forming, you felt a tug in the pit of your stomach. Another run of the hot wax between yours and his skin made you completely tighten up. Clenching around him, your orgasm hit, making him push into your deeper to find his own release. Stuttering, he pulled himself from you, his juices mixing on your stomach with the white wax.

Calming as you caught your breath, he sat against the couch for a second. Running his hand up and down your leg, he rose to find a cloth, cleaning both of you up. Pulling your underwear back up your legs, he did the same, settling down beside you as he placed your legs over his lap.

"I've never done that before, either." he chuckled, tilting his head to watch the smile form on your lips. "Oh!"

Gently moving around your legs, he retrieved the candle from earlier. Index finger pressing within the ceramic container, the coolness of his home helped the wax harden in a good amount of time.

"This is yours," he said, placing the ceramic pot into your hands. "Does it smell nice?"

Lifting the candle up to your face, the scent was stronger when it got closer to your nose. Taking in a long whiff, your eyes shut, the fragrance familiar.

"What is this, exactly?" you questioned, watching his teeth shine from behind his lips.

"It's a scent I worked on for a long time. It's based on personal psychology."

"You lost me."

"The scent is so faint, your mind has to fill in the blank with the scent you're most appeased with," he said, running his fingers over yours around the pot. "Usually it's a human-based scent the body naturally gives off. I call it Pheromones." his words soft, eyes staring at the white candle within the ceramic container. "What do you smell now?"

Taking one glance back down at the candle, your nose took another whiff. The scent was on the tip of your tongue before slipping through your lips. "It smells like you."