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You’d been staring at his text message for a half hour now, you blinked when another message from him came in and sighed. One year of no contact down the drain. 

Hey. 

It was simple, something with  no strings attached to the reply. You could’ve responded to that. But then the second message came through and you weren’t so sure now. 

I miss you…

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Your boyfriend was a good guy. Saying hey back to Jiyong was innocent, right? But you knew there was nothing innocent in the way you still felt about him. 

Hi. Sorry for not coming up to you today. I just thought it might be awkward. 

You look good, Ji. 

You sent it before you could really think about it. 

How’ve you been? 

Good! I’ve started seeing someone. 

Oh, yeah. Me too. 

You told him about your boyfriend, and he in return talked about his girlfriend. She was a model because of course she was and you were dating an accountant at your office. You spent the rest of the evening catching up, trying to outdo each other on who has “won” the breakup. Not that it mattered. Neither of you had really won anything if you were up until two AM texting each other. 

This went on for a week. A solid week of innocent texting, catching up, nothing more. That’s what you told yourself anyway. But the butterflies you got every time you phone buzzed, hoping it was him was a different story. One night, his private instagram followed you and started going through your posts.

That’s him? 

Yes.

lol. 

He’s very nice, Ji. 

I’m sure he is. 

Mina is gorgeous. 

Not as gorgeous as you. 

And there it was, the one thing you’d been trying to avoid. It was out there now. You thanked him and sat your phone down. Minjun was sitting next to you on the couch, engaged in the movie you’d picked out. 

“Everything ok?” He asked, eyes not leaving the screen. 

“Yeah, just mom. She’ll be fine.” 

You felt bad lying, this wasn’t who you were. Your phone buzzed again but you didn’t check it. You knew it was Jiyong and there was no point in looking at what he had to say right now. 

Once Minjun was gone and you were crawling into bed for the night, you decided it was time to see what Jiyong had to say. 

He’s not good enough for you. 

And how would you know? 

Can just tell. 

Ji, this isn’t fair to either of them. 

I can’t stop thinking about you, Jagiya. Tell me you don’t think about me. Don’t wish it was me fucking you. Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll leave you alone. 

Ji…

That’s what I thought. 

You put your phone down, vowing that you wouldn’t talk to him again. You were happy, so was he. You could live in this lie. You had to. You weren’t a cheater, neither was he. You took the day off to try and clear your head.  Your phone buzzed and you sighed. You hoped it was Minjun checking on you, it wasn’t. 

Lunch? 

When?

Today?

Like, right now? 

I’m outside your apartment.

What? 

You ran to your window, pulling the curtains aside and sure enough, there was his car. You sighed as you reached for your bag, sending a text to let him know you were on the way down. A few minutes later, you slid into his car like it was the easiest thing in the world. And maybe it was. 

“Hi.” You nodded as you put your seatbelt on. 

“Hi.” He smirked as he took off. 

You sat in a comfortable silence for a minute, your eyes scanning every inch of him you could see. He looked older, more mature than the last time you’d seen him. His hair was bleached, which was a color you’d really grown to enjoy on him before. He was all sharp edges and the sides of his head had been shaved. He really did look great. 

“What?” He never took his eyes off the road but the smirk was still present. 

“Nothing.” You turned your head, facing out the window. “Where are we going?”  He shrugged. 

“I didn’t really have anything in mind.” He pulled off the road a few minutes later. 

You recognized the spot immediately. It was an overlook that he used to take you to whenever you needed to have a serious conversation. You couldn’t help but laugh when you realized where you were. The views were gorgeous, especially at night. The city lighting up below you, it always made everything seem a little better even if the conversation was heavy. It still held the same beauty during the day, just in a different way. 

“Why here?” He shrugged. “How did you know I wasn’t at work?”

“I took a gamble, and I was right.” 

“You said lunch, so why here?” Jiyong smirked and turned to the backseat, pulling out a bag of takeout. 

“Got your favorites.” 

You took the bag from him, pulling out your bulgogi burger and smiled before taking a bite. Being here with him like this brought up so many emotions. You wished you could just  wish these feelings away. You didn't want to want him anymore. You’d broken up for a reason, there was no reality in which you two worked anymore. 

“What’s wrong? The burger not good?” 

You hadn’t realized you’d stopped eating and you shrugged, setting the burger down. 

“This is weird, isn’t it? We’re just out here acting as if everything is normal and it’s not.” Jiyong sighed, setting his own burger down and turned to face you. 

“It’s not normal, but I hoped it wouldn’t be weird.” He reached his hand out, cupping your cheek. “Stop being so in your head.

You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing. Jiyong took that opportunity to close the remaining distance between you, his lips covering yours in a gentle kiss. Your eyes opens, wide with shock before you fully gave him. Your hands tangling in his shirt, pulling him closer. 

You knew this was wrong but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. The kiss was anything but sweet, it was rough, desperate, full of months of yearning, all the hurt you’d both felt. He bit down on your bottom lip and you moaned as you carefully moved over the center console, straddling his lap. He reached down, pushing his seat as far away from the steering wheel as possible as he broke the kiss. 

“God, I missed you.” You smiled, your lips finding his again as your hips rocked against his. 

He let out a groan, his hand moving to your shorts. You lifted off him slightly, just enough for him to get them pulled off you enough. His fingers toyed at your folds and his teeth sunk into the exposed skin at your shoulder. 

“This wet for me, Jagi? Already?”  He slid his fingers past your folds, moving them quickly in and out of you. 

“Yes.” You breathed, your hips rocking against his hand. “Always for you.” 

“You think of me when you fuck him, don’t you?” His movements quicker, more rough as he spoke. His thumb found your clit, circling it quickly and you moaned.

“Yes.” 

You rocked back and forth, letting his fingers curl inside you just right. Your lips connecting with his again. You didn’t know if it was the thrill of being with someone who wasn’t Minjun, or the fact that you were in such a public spot, or maybe the fact that you really did think about Jiyong to get off most nights. Maybe it was combination of all three, but you were the most turned on you’d ever been in your life. 

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” Jiyong whispered. 

You could feel his erection through his jeans which sent a shockwave of pleasure through you. Your moans louder as his fingers curled inside you. 

“Cum for me, Jagi. I know you want to.”

 And you did, your hips moving quicker as you lost control, your walls tightening around his fingers. You buried your head in his chest as you shook against him. 

“Fuck me, Ji.” You moved your head to look at him and he raised a brow. “Please.” 

He kissed you roughly, always liking when you’d begged for it in the past. How could he say no to you when you were looking at him like that? Your hand moved to undo his zipper, reaching for his cock and sliding it through the opening. He removed his fingers from your slick, bringing them up to his mouth. 

His eyes stayed locked on yours as he sucked your slick off his fingers. You were wet just watching him. Minjun was never this bold in bed and you couldn't help but wonder if he was satisfied with Mina. Maybe not since he was here with you. 

His hands moved to your hips, helping guide you into him and you lowered yourself quickly. You both moaned at the contact. He bottomed out, and you rocked once, adjusting to him. 

“I forgot how tight you were, Jagi. How good it feels to be inside you.” 

You responded by sliding off him and slamming back down. Your hand tangled in his shirt so tightly to keep you balanced. His hands dug into your hips. 

His hips came up, matching your movements and you both set a steady pace. You could feel yourself getting closer and Jiyong held you tight as you shook with ecstasy. He kissed you again, never slowing his pace as he fucked you through your second orgasm. 

He carefully laid the car seat down all the way and flipped you so you were on your back, your feet over his shoulders. Thank god for big cars. His movements were quick, deliberate and you were angled just right for him to hit your sweet spot each time. 

“Your mine.” He grunted his thrusts rougher. 

“All yours, Oppa.” You moaned, your back arching further. 

“Do I fuck you better than him?”

“God, yes.” 

“I fucking love you, Jagiya. Only you.” His lips connected with yours 

A few thrusts later and you were both coming together. He released inside of you, feeling you up completely. You didn’t care that you’d just had unprotected sex with your ex, that you’d both just cheated on your partner. Not when that had felt so good. 

You crawled off him, pulled your shorts back up and sat down in your seat. You didn’t say anything as he drove you back home. There was no need for words, you’d already said everything that needed to be said. He pulled up in front of your apartment a few minutes later, kissed you softly and you slipped out of the car and back to your life. 

It didn’t have to mean anything, except it had meant everything. You tried not to think about him, didn’t text him didn’t follow him back on instagram. He didn’t reach out either. You both knew where you stood with each other, but the break up had happened for a reason. 

It wasn’t until a month went by, and a test had been taken when you showed up outside his apartment late one night. By the grace of god he was there alone and when he invited you in you shook your head. 

“What’s going on Jagi?” 

“I’m pregnant.”