choi su-bong's+seunghyun's+t.o.p's

It had first started when you had attended a BigBang concert in your early twenties — you had been a huge fan of the band and your parents had got you tickets that year as a Christmas present. The concert had been perfect, everything you could have wished for and more but what you didn't expect was what had happened afterwards. You had been taking a quick smoke break outside the arena before you caught your train back to your area of the city when a familiar face had leaned against the wall next to you. Seunghyun, with his handsome face and incredibly aloof demeanor had said nothing at first but the second you spoke to him, the two of you hit it off. One thing led to another and before you knew it you were back in his hotel room, tangled in his sheets.

That's how it had started and that's how it continued each time he visited Japan. It had never been anything serious; two people hooking up whenever they had a chance to see each other, nothing more. But, then it all stopped. Seunghyun's 'scandal' broke and he had hid himself away. The texts from him stopped, all communication had ended. It had hurt more than you thought it would but not because you were in love with him, no. Maybe, over the years you had developed some kind of feelings for him but you were mostly concerned about him. Despite the relationship you two had mostly being about sex, you confided in each other, spilled your deepest, darkest secrets. That was how you had learned how much of an anxious, emotional person he was. You just hoped that he had someone with him through those difficult times.

It had been ten years since he had last stepped foot in Japan. Ten years since you had a text off him but that all changed.

Seunghyun Hey, this is Seunghyun. Hope this is still the right number but… you still in Japan? You Oh, long time, no see. But, yeah, it's still me. Still in Japan. Seunghyun Heading there for a fan meet next week. Want to meet up?

The nerves were running through you like wildfire. It had been ten long years since you had seen him. For all you knew, your connection could've changed. The fire that had always been there before might have died out. Ten years was a long time, feelings and thoughts changed — people changed and you definitely weren't the same person you had been a decade ago. Neither was he. It was a reunion you never thought would happen again. You had resigned yourself to never seeing him again but now you were five minutes away from being face to face with the guy who had consumed your thoughts all those years ago.

Seunghyun had invited you to the Gucci event he was attending. He hadn't told you much just to dress nice so you had picked out your nicest outfit, making sure you could look your best. You never attended events like these. You were one of those people who would much prefer to stay inside away from the crowds and people. But, he had asked you and how could you refuse.

The air felt like it had been punched from your lungs the second you laid your eyes on him. He looked incredible. His hair styled perfectly, dressed in all black and that damn leather jacket. No words had been spoken between you two yet and he was already driving you insane. Time had been good to him. If anything, you thought he looked the most handsome he ever had.

"Hi," he laughed awkwardly, giving you a small wave as he approached. "You look… great."

"Oh, thank you," you couldn't help the blush on your cheeks from appearing. "So, do you. I can't believe its been so long."

"I'm sorry," he frowned. "I swear I wanted to reach out sooner but… I wasn't in a good place and I couldn't drag you down with me."

You shook your head, reaching your hand out to rest on his forearm. "Hey, it's okay. You're here now and that's what matters. You're doing good now, yeah?"

"Yeah, really good."

"I'm glad."

"So, want to come look at some really expensive jewelry with me so I don't go bored out of my mind?" He held his arm out for you which you gladly took.

"Lead the way."

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The electricity between you was still there. Each time you felt his hand on your lower back guiding you or when he leaned in to whisper in your ear in that deep, gentle voice of his, you felt the sparks. It was making you dizzy. In the past decade you had been with a few other guys but none of them made you feel the way Seunghyun did when he touched you. It was purely innocent too so you could only imagine how it would feel if he ever touched you again like he used to.

At one point, at the end of the event when Seunghyun had said goodbye to people, he had noticed you tense up when he placed his hand on your back. He tilted his head to the side, concern lacing his voice. "Everything okay?"

You hummed, nodding your head. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine."

"You sure, you seem really tense…" He eyed you suspiciously, the high tone of your voice piquing his interest.

"Just… cold in here."

"Cold, huh?"

"Yep."

"And that's why your cheeks are flushed?" He teased, leaning in a little closer to whisper in your ear.

You didn't speak, you couldn't. The feeling of his hot breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine. He knew, of course he did. That smirk on his face gave it all away. And, to top it all off, he decided to tease you even more by snaking his arm around your waist, his hand resting firmly against you. With no words, he guided you through the halls of the venue until he found the empty bathrooms. There was no hesitation in his movements when he pulled you into one of the stalls. He crowded into you, pressing you up against the stall wall.

"Now," he started, voice low. "Are you going to tell me the truth? What's wrong?"

"You already know. Don't make me say it."

"I want to it hear it."

"You're driving me crazy!" You blurted out. "Showing up looking like… that. I didn't know what to expect after all this time but, my God, Seunghyun, you're driving me insane."

"Good answer," he gave you no time to answer, his lips crashing against yours. His hand came up to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, lips moving furiously as he tasted you again after all this time. He pulled away for a second, lips ghosting over yours, speaking breathlessly. "For the record, the feeling is very mutual."

His hand guided one of yours to the prominent bulge straining against his pants. When you rubbed your palm against him, he groaned, his lips finding yours once again. It was like you couldn't get enough of each other. The tension, the desire of the last decade finally coming to a head. You pulled your head back from him, sinking down to your knees. Quickly, you unbuckled his belt, tugging his pants down his legs. He let out a hiss as the cold air hit him, his cock hard and aching. You wasted no time wrapping your hand around his length, your thumb swiping over the head of his cock gathering the precum using it to glide your hand around him smoother.

"Fuck," Seunghyun huffed, his head falling back against the stall. "Forgot how good it feels to have you touchin' me like that."

"It's about to get even better," you smirked. Seunghyun watched with hooded eyes as you leaned forward, your tongue licking a long stripe on the underside of his cock from bottom to top. Your tongue swirled around the tip, moaning as you tasted him. The second your lips wrapped around him, Seunghyun felt like he was in heaven. He watched your every move as you took him in your mouth. What you couldn't fit in, you pumped with your hand, setting a steady rhythm. Seunghyun couldn't help but roll his hips against your face. You felt his fingers tangling in your hair, twitching with the urge to pull you even deeper. He watched the way your cheeks hollowed out with every slide, his hips beginning to thrust to match your rhythm.

"Holy fuck," he rasped, his voice a deep, guttural groan. His control was failing, he was struggling to hold back. "Don't stop."

He finally lost it when you took him deep into the back of your throat, choking around him. He grit his teeth, holding your head in place as he took control. His hips snapped against your face driving himself deep into your mouth with each lunge. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you. The way you were drooling, the tears at the corners of your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. It was all too much.

With all the strength he could muster, he pulled himself from your mouth with a pop, gasping heaving breaths. No words were spoken as he hauled you up, spinning you around so you were facing the wall. He kicked your feet apart, spreading your legs for him. It took him all of five seconds to pull your dress up, pull your panties to the side and position himself. He dragged his cock through your wet folds, moaning at the sensation. "So wet for me."

"Always," you gasped, trying to push back against him but he held your hips firmly still. "Please, Seunghyun. Just fuck me."

"Since you asked so nicely."

In one smooth thrust, he pushed himself inside you to the hilt, his hips flush against your ass. He let out a long, deep groan, stilling for a moment. You moaned at the feeling of him inside you after so long. He was so big, so deep. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to feel so full. He pulled his hips back almost all the way out before thrust back in heavily. Your hands rested against the wall, head hanging as he fucked you slow and hard.

"Missed this, missed you," he mumbled, his voice strained. He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming quicker — short, sharp bursts that had your body jolting with each thrust. "Gonna fuck you until I'm the only damn thing you can think about."

One of his hands slid up your back, moving to wrap around your throat, hosting you up so your back was flush against his chest. His lips found your neck, kissing a trail of kisses along your and down your shoulder. "Look at you, takin' me so good. Such a good girl, aren't you? Always were."

"Don't stop, please," you begged. "I'm so close."

Those words were his final undoing. His hand that had been around your neck slid down between your legs, his thumb finding your clit, pressing down in rough circles. "Come on, baby. Cum for me, let me feel you."

The whispered words in your ear, the way his cock was driving into you was sending you crazy. Your nails dug into his forearm, your body tensing as your orgasm hit you. You cried out his name, your walls tightening around him. He didn't relent, his cock still pounding into you hard and fast. Three more thrusts and he stilled inside you, a muffled groan of your name against your shoulder as he spilled himself inside you.

Your body went limp against him, the only sounds filling the empty bathroom were your heavy breaths as you both came back down to Earth. He pulled out of you, helping you straighten out your clothes, pulling his own pants back up. He leaned against the wall, hand raking through his hair as he looked over at you, smiling crookedly. "Wasn't exactly planning on fucking you in a bathroom the first time we saw each other again. Wanted to make it special."

"…so romantic," you teased, smiling back at him.

"Yeah, yeah," he blushed. "Was planning on asking you out to dinner and everything."

"Well, you still can."

"Yeah?"

"Ask me," you said softly, stepping forward to smooth out the leather jacket that had been driving you crazy all time.

"Want to go for dinner?" He asked, tucking your hair behind your ear, looking at you nervously as if your answer would be no.

"I'd love to."

the economy hasn’t exactly been a girl’s best friend lately. you wouldn't necessarily classify yourself as materialistic, but you appreciated the finer, nicer things in life—just like anyone else with taste. but there's a specific, universal type of misery reserved for the moment you realize you've run out of absolutely everything all at once. it's never just the mascara; it's a domino effect that claims your whole vanity.

which is how you ended up standing under the harsh, buzzing fluorescent lights of the local drugstore, clutching a small, sad pile of essentials: shampoo, mascara, lip liner, and lotion. the checkout line was agonizingly long, snaking past the impulse-buy racks, and by the time you finally reached the cashier, you were already exhausted. then came the real killer. the total flashed on the screen, and your stomach dropped. inflation was genuinely getting disrespectful at this point. you stared down at the counter, a wave of defeat washing over you as you began the grim mental calculus of which product was going to be sacrificed to the drugstore gods this time.

“uhm, can you remove this one please?” you muttered to the cashier, your voice laced with quiet embarrassment as you pushed the bottle of lotion aside.

before the cashier could even scan it out, a heavily tattooed hand slid into your field of vision, firmly pushing the bottle back toward your pile.

“keep it. and add these, too,” a deep voice commanded from right behind you. a cascade of items clattered onto the conveyor belt next to your stuff: two energy drinks and a pack of mint gum.

you blinked, looking up in sheer confusion, only to find yourself staring at a guy who looked like he’d walked straight out of a mood board. he had messy purple hair, wore an oversized vintage varsity jacket, and ink peeked out from under his sleeves and up his neck. but what really arrested your attention was his face. he was breathtakingly handsome. honestly, even if he didn't have a dime to his name, he could probably still pay his rent with that face card alone. it was almost unfair.

“no, really, it’s fine. i don't need it,” you stammered, trying to push the lotion back out of the equation. you weren't about to be a charity case for a random pretty boy.

“nah,” he insisted, a lazy, confident grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “a señorita needs her beauty products.”

behind him, a collective, irritated sigh rippled through the long queue. people were actively glaring at the two of you for holding up the line, so to avoid causing a scene, you finally backed off and let him have his way. the cashier, clearly checked out and wanting to speed things along, mindlessly shoved everything—your toiletries and his snacks—into the exact same plastic bag. you couldn't help but wonder if he'd engineered that on purpose, using the shared bag as a tactical excuse to keep talking to you.

not that you were entirely complaining. getting this kind of tattention from someone that attractive felt like a little piece of divine intervention, or maybe just the universe finally paying you back for a bad week.

he tapped his card against the reader with a casual beep, grabbed the heavy bag, and turned to walk out. you followed him through the automatic sliding doors into the cool evening air.

“thanks, but it really wasn’t necessary,” you said, catching up to his long strides. you noticed the subtle way his chest expanded, your gratitude immediately feeding right into his ego. “how can i pay you back?”

he stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. for a solid, quiet second, he just stared at you, his brow furrowing slightly as if he were concentrating incredibly hard. it looked like he was forming his very first thought of the day.

“give me your number,” he finally said, a slow, smug smirk spreading across his face.

you let out a soft, skeptical laugh. “i mean, i don’t want to disappoint you, but i’m not really interested in dating anyone right now.” yes, he was devastatingly hot, but he practically radiated a lack of trustworthiness. then again, maybe that was just your own deeply ingrained trust issues doing the talking. “plus, i don’t even know you.”

“oh, yeah. true,” he said, shifting his weight and clearing his throat to fix his demeanor. “i’m thanos.”

you raised an eyebrow, your expression blanking into utter bewilderment. thanos? like the marvel villain who wiped out half the universe? was this guy seriously messing with you right now?

“you’re not funny,” you said, the warmth fading as irritation took over. you were tired, you had a headache, and you just wanted your mascara so you could go home.

“what?!” he asked, looking genuinely offended before bursting into a chuckle. “that’s my stage name. i’m a rapper. you can google me later, i promise.”

a rapper. well, that certainly explained the casual spending and the zero-hesitation card tap. out of a lingering sense of respect for the fact that he just saved you from a dry-skin crisis, you decided to play along and gave him your actual name.

his eyes lit up a little. “cool. now, about that number?” he insisted, pulling out a sleek, expensive phone and hovering his thumb over the keypad.

you sighed, realizing he wasn't going to let this go easily. besides, he did just buy your whole routine. you gave in, rattling off the digits while he typed them in with a satisfied expression. when he finished, he tapped a few more times, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“what did you save me as?” you asked, catching the smirk.

he turned the screen toward you. typed in clean letters next to your number was: sugar baby.

you groaned, letting out a half-amused, half-exasperated laugh. “seriously? why?”

“because,” he laughed, sliding the phone back into his jacke

t pocket with a wink. “i paid for your things, didn't i? rules are rules.”

you shook your head, fighting back a smile as you took the drugstore bag from his hand. “would you have done that for anyone else in that line?” you asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

“nah,” he said instantly, his dark eyes locking onto yours with total certainty.

you didn't believe him for a second—a guy who looked like that definitely had a habit of being a knight in shining armor for pretty girls—but it was a smooth answer nonetheless.

“right. well, i gotta go,” you said, adjusting the bag in your grip and taking a step backward.

“you want a ride? i can drop you off,” he offered, gesturing vaguely toward the parking lot where a nice car was undoubtedly sitting.

“nah, i live super near. thanks though,” you said, offering him one last genuine smile.

“suit yourself. check your phone later,” he called out. you parted ways, walking into the night with a full skincare routine and a very dangerous new contact in your phone.

HEADCANONS

he treats you like absolute royalty. his favorite thing to do is brag about how much money he drops on u to his producer friends, completely funding your luxury lifestyle just because he can.

your allowances are scheduled like a clock. every single month, a massive deposit hits your account with a note that just says "for my senorita," and he gets genuinely offended if u don't spend it all.

he loves taking you on private shopping sprees where he literally tells the designer staff to bring out the rarest, most expensive bags from the back room just to watch u pick your favorite colors.

your wardrobe is entirely funded by him. if u mention u like a new collection that just dropped on the runway, the entire line is delivered to your apartment the next morning before u even wake up.

he gets u a private penthouse in the city and covers the rent, bills, and interior design completely, telling u that his princess deserves nothing less than a mansion in the sky.

his texts are short and straight to the bag. you'll randomly get a "check your account" or "the driver is outside with your jewelry" text while he's busy in the studio.

he loves showing u off in the VIP section at his clubs. he makes sure u have the best seat, the most expensive champagne flowing, and that everyone knows you're the most expensive girl in the room.

if u ever buy something yourself, he gets annoyed. he’ll check his black card statement, notice u didn't use it, and text u immediately like, "what am i paying u for? use my money, stop playing."

he assigns a 24/7 personal driver and private security detail to u. you don't lift a finger or touch a door handle; you're driven everywhere in a luxury tinted SUV.

he loves buying u custom, iced-out jewelry. he’ll design a diamond-encrusted bracelet or necklace just for u, making sure it shines completely under the club lights.

whenever you're bored, he’ll just wire u extra cash "for the vibes" so u can go get your nails done, go to the spa, or hit up luxury boutiques with your friends.

he behaves like a total boastful menace about u. if anyone asks about your designer clothes, he’ll smirk and say, "yeah, thanos bought that. only the best for my girl."

he has zero concept of limits when it comes to u. u casually say u want a new watch, and he buys u a custom diamond-flooded piece that costs more than a sports car.

he loves it when u look expensive. he’ll sit back on his studio couch, smoking and grinning, just watching u walk in wearing the designer heels and clothes he paid for.

your spa days are entirely on his tab. every single week, u have unlimited access to the most exclusive wellness centers for full-body treatments and massages.

he loves wrapping his heavy, luxury designer coats around your shoulders when you're leaving the club together, making sure the paparazzi see how well-dressed you are.

he will literally fund any project or business you want to start just to see u succeed, cutting a massive check without even looking at the business plan.

during late-night studio sessions, he orders the most expensive catering in the city just for u, making sure your favorite luxury meals are waiting for u on his desk.

he loves the aesthetic of you holding stacks of his cash. he’ll literally hand u a thick bundle of hundred-dollar bills just to take a blurry, aesthetic photo of u for his private feed.

whenever u thank him for the princess treatment, he just chuckles, pulls u into a brief hug, and says, "don't worry about it, princess. your only job is looking beautiful and letting thanos handle the rest."

NSFW

he connects your financial allowance directly to how well u perform for him, telling u exactly how he wants to be taken care of.

he frequently sends boxes of explicit, high-end designer lingerie to your house with notes that say: “wear this to the studio tonight, and don't put anything else on under it.”

if u visit him at his corporate office or studio, he locks the heavy doors immediately, pulls u onto his mahogany desk, and takes u right there while his unreleased tracks are playing in the background.

his talk in bed is incredibly dirty and money-focused. he loves growling stuff like, "look at u, getting this wet for my money, such a good little sugar baby," to drive u insane.

he gets a massive thrill from overstimulating u. he’ll buy u expensive wireless toys and control them from across the VIP booth, watching u squirm while he talks business with his managers.

he loves rough, possessive handling. he’ll grip your waist until his knuckles turn white, forcing u to look at yourself in his bedroom's floor-to-ceiling mirrors while he hammers into u from behind.

he has a heavy biting fetish when he loses his composure. he will leave deep, dark marks along your collarbone and chest so everyone knows exactly whose wealth is keeping u.

he loves making u give him head under his desk while he’s on important industry calls, clenching his jaw and gripping your hair tightly as u swallow him while he tries to keep his voice steady.

he has insane stamina and a high drive, especially on drugs. he’ll come back to your place at 4 a.m. after a show, completely high on adrenaline, rip your clothes off, and demand your immediate attention.

his kisses are deep, wet, and completely bruising. he loves sticking his tongue down your throat, completely muffling your loud moans while his massive hands trace your bare skin.

he is incredibly cocky about how wet u get for him. he’ll slide his fingers into your underwear, feel how soaked u are, and smirk, "damn, you're practically leaking just from thinking about my black card."

he loves taking risks in public. he’ll pull u onto his lap in the back of his luxury SUV with the tinted glass up, pulling your underwear to the side and driving into u while the driver navigates heavy traffic.

he specifically buys high-friction satin and silk sheets for his bed because he loves the sound of your bare skin sliding against the fabric when things get sweaty and intense.

he loves choking u just a bit—pressing his thumb firmly against your windpipe to make your throat tighten around his name while he drives his entire length deep inside u.

he gets turned on when u mess up his expensive clothes. he loves it when u get your juices and precum all over his designer baggy jorts or luxury boxers while playing with him under the desk.

if u ever try to tease him or walk away when he’s fully hard, he will grab u by your hair, yank u right back onto his lap, and whisper, "you think this is a game? fix this right now."

he loves rubbing his thick, leaking tip all over your clit and opening without actually inserting himself, driving u to the absolute edge until u are literally begging him to fuck u.

he loves pinning both your wrists over your head with just one of his massive hands, completely dominating your movement while he thrusts into u at a hard, unforgiving pace.

the loud smacking of your gum filled the room along with the wet slurping noise of your boyfriend in between your legs. your friends were downstairs, you could hear them squealing and the sound of rap music blasting through the speakers. your head was thrown back, your hands busy holding your legs apart before coming up to dig your nails into your scalp with a moan. it was too much, your mouth dry and your legs shaking against his head. su bong moaned as he licked his ring and middle finger, sliding them in between your wet folds. you were soaked to say the least, clear drops of arousal dripping down the valley of your ass. you opened your eyes, your lashes fluttering as thanos slurped at your clit, his fingers curling into your g spot. you were already close after what had only been 2 minutes, “oh fuck! yesyesyesyes—“ you cut yourself off with a mewl as thanos pulled away, fumbling with his belt. you sat up, still soothing your intense molly jaw with the repetitive motion of smacking your gum. you grabbed your boyfriend’s face, pulling him close to kiss him sloppily. you moaned into his mouth, feeling his dick line up with your pussy. thanos moaned with you, too absorbed in the euphoria to care about anything else. you were so warm, why were you so warm? he pulled away to pull his shirt off, sweat glistening on his chest. “take your top off baby,” he helped you rid yourself of your top and bra, leaving your bare chest for him to squeeze. you rolled your eyes in the back of your head as he bottomed out,

“ah! mmmmfuckk..” you had your mouth agape, a small smile on your face as he started to thrust into your wet pussy. the music muffled your moans slightly, but the drug made everything more intense, louder, better. your hands came up to tug on his hair, pulling him in for another nasty kiss, a faint taste of liquor on both of y’alls breath. your pussy clenched around his cock, his head moving down to suck on your tits, palming one of them roughly. his tongue swirled around your swollen bud and you swore you saw the light for a moment. he pushed you to lay down, your head lolling back into the bed. you didn’t even realize but your eyes were rolling in the back of your head again, your jaw slack and pupils blown. you felt your orgasm building up, his moans getting louder. “thanos…” you grabbed at his hips, his chest, and his broad shoulders. “cum with me, im so clo—fuck!” you grabbed his hand as your pussy convulsed around him, your orgasm making you violently shake and scream. he wasn’t far behind, pulling out to pump himself two times before nutting on your stomach with a stifled curse. “shit…” he moaned as he wiped his slick cock against your puffy folds. he collapsed on top of you, laying his head in between your shoulder and neck. his hand came up to grope your tits, his free one sliding up and down your body. “again.” you begged, pushing him off you.

Of course you’d end up living in the same damn apartment building as him.

He looked over in your direction. Your hiding place wasn’t really hiding you and he spotted you immediately, raising a brow at the way you had your head peering over your friend's shoulder, ducking down again the second his eyes landed on you. Seunghyun rolled his eyes, a scoff leaving his mouth before he turned and walked off towards the elevator.

“Okay, you have to tell me what the hell that was about!” Your friend said, kicking your front door open to finally place the heavy box they had been holding.

“I hope the wine and glasses were in that box because oof.”

“Who says we need glasses?”

The night was spent on the floor, eating pizza and drinking wine while you told your friend the whole story about Seunghyun. The questions came pouring out (“how did you not know this was his apartment building?” “It wasn’t last time I saw him!"), the chiding that you’d never told them (“can’t believe you hid your hot sneaky link from me, what the hell?) and the apology that now you were living in sheer awkwardness that one of your former flings was now your neighbour. Life really liked to throw the hard stuff your way but you could make it work. It was easy to avoid someone forever, right? Like, how hard could it really be?

Turns out it was very hard. It was a few days later when you next saw him. You had stepped outside your apartment, heading out to the store to pick up some groceries at the same time he walked out of his. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, an eyebrow lifting.

“Stalking me?” He questioned, hands shoved in his jacket pockets.

You scoffed. “You wish.”

“Yeah, right,” he rolled his eyes. So, he was still bitter about the way you had ended things. That seemed fair but at the same time it really bothered you. You were never anything serious, it wasn’t like you had hurt his feelings, walked out on him like you were in some committed relationship.

“Look, I don’t want to talk to you, you don’t want to talk to me, so let’s just go about our lives without ever talking again.”

“Fine by me.”

He jabbed the button to the elevator with his finger. You let out a deep sigh — guess you’d have to take the stairs. One last look at him and you pushed the door open to the stairway, disappearing and hoping that you never had to speak to him again.

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The no speaking rule you had put in place between the two of you was going well. Even if you saw each other in the hallway, it would be a quick glance, an eye roll and you’d move on. As the weeks progressed, the eye rolls seemed to lessen. It even got to a point where you could share the elevator — no words shared between you, both standing at opposite ends of the small metal box but it was civil, if that was even the right word to use. The awkward tension was always still there, lingering whenever the two of you were in the same proximity as each other but for the most part it was bearable. Seunghyun could just be a footnote in your life, someone you had shared a brief encounter with that you wouldn’t remember ten years from now. That was all he was.

Today had been a particularly shitty day. It had been pouring out and, unfortunately, you had forgotten your umbrella so you had turned up to work completely drenched. No matter how much you had tried to dry yourself in the bathroom with the hand dryer, you were still dripping like a wet dog. Then, came the biggest blow. As you sat down at your desk, your boss walked over, asking you to step into their office. A ten minute conversation ensued where you were informed you had been let go — the company was cutting back and needed to lay some people off. You were one of those people. The trudge back to your desk to collect your belongings was mortifying, the pitying looks from your now former co-workers made you want to fall through the Earth. Thankfully, knowing it was raining, you caught a cab home but when you got to your front door, you realised you had lost your keys. You rested your forehead against your front door for a moment, willing yourself not to cry before you slid down the wall, sitting there. You’d have to call someone eventually, someone to let you in and change the locks. But, for now, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So what if you had to sleep outside in the hallway for one night. It wasn’t like it was the worst thing to happen to you all day.

A loud sigh caught your attention, your eyes flicking up to see Seunghyun looking over at you from his door. He must have just got back from his own job — probably the recording studio. He seemed to think for a moment before he thought against his better judgement and finally spoke.

“What’re you doing?” He asked.

“…I had a really bad day and I’d rather not do this right now. I lost my job, lost my keys, I’d rather not lose my sanity to you,” you sighed, leaning your head back against the wall.

Seunghyun stood there silent for a few moments, sighing once again before he nodded his head in the direction of his apartment. “Come on, you can’t sit out here all night.”

Reluctantly, you got to your feet, following him inside. You were right, this was a different apartment from when you had first met him. He had moved. It seemed like the world was playing games with you with the fact that you had chosen the exact same building to move into. It wasn’t like you could complain right now. He was being… kind. He was letting you into his apartment, extending an olive branch. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but you were thankful.

“Coffee, two sugars and milk?” He asked, drawing your attention back to him.

“You remembered?” You asked, the shock lacing your voice. It wasn’t like it was a very hard way to have your coffee but he had remembered. That made you want to smile but you refused. Not today. Today you were going to bask in your misery, maybe tomorrow you could smile.

He shrugged, playing it off like it was nothing. “It’s what you had every morning.”

Once the coffee was done, he brought it over to you where you had made yourself comfortable on his couch. Your eyes were looking out over the big window panes that lined the wall of his apartment, the Seoul skyline beautifully visible. He had a balcony — you were jealous. To sit out on a balcony, bask in the air and forget life for a bit, that was a dream. With a polite thank you, you took the coffee from him.

Seunghyun sat down in a chair to the side of you, his own mug in his hands. “Have you called anyone about your locks yet?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Wanted to throw a pity party today and deal with it tomorrow.”

“You were going to sleep in the hallway?”

“Yeah.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying his best not to make a snide comment but he could see the hurt, the way the day had taken its toll on you and he couldn't bring himself to do it. “You can stay on the couch tonight. If you want or whatever.”

And, that was the turning point of your relationship.

From then on, the silence turned into civil conversations when you ran into each other. You didn’t stand so far apart from each other in the elevator, he even brought you coffee a couple of mornings as you headed out for your various job interviews. It was strange to be friends. Not in a bad way, it was kind of nice. You had always known he was a good person but now there was no sex involved, you were really getting to know him. The way he liked to goof around and tell jokes, how he always made it his mission to make the people around him smile even at his own expense sometimes. He was… kind, sweet and you’d often find yourself looking forward to the mornings when you ran into him.

Each day that passed, the conversations grew. You learned more about him, the type of person he was. You told him stories about your life, the recent interviews you had. When you were having a bad day, it seemed like seeing him became the one beacon of light that you looked for. It was dangerous the way your heart had started to beat a little faster whenever he smiled at you. Whenever his shoulder accidentally brushed against you, your stomach flipped, aching to feel his touch again.

You were never meant to like him.

But, here you were, pining for the man you had thrown to the side months ago.

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“I did it!” You grinned at Seunghyun as he opened his front door, your smile infectious. “I got the job!”

“I knew you would,” he beamed at you. Before he had time to react, you had thrown your arms around him in a hug, the first time you had initiated any contact. Seunghyun had been the first person you had wanted to tell. The second you had got the phone call from the company telling you that they were hiring you, you had dashed out of your apartment straight across to his.

He didn’t hesitate in wrapping his arms around your body, holding you against him. His nose brushed against your hair, his hands firm on you as he held you. The frantic beat of your heart making you dizzy. Being this close to him was making you want to throw all caution to the wind. But, you weren’t sure how he felt. Maybe he didn’t have any feelings towards you anymore. Maybe friendship was all he wanted.

As you pulled back, you met his eyes then your gaze flicked down to his lips. You couldn’t help, couldn’t stop yourself as you leaned in and kissed him. He stood frozen in place for a second before his hand found the small of your back pressing your body flush against him. His free hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head back so he could deepen the kiss. It was magical, everything you could have ever wanted and more. But, after a few moments, he seemed to find himself again, taking a step back and putting some distance between you.

“…what are we doing here?” He asked cautiously.

“I… don’t know,” you admitted, wrapping your arms around yourself like a shield.

“You ended things with me because you wanted something more serious. Threw me to the side like nothing without letting me say my piece because if you had, you would’ve known that’s what I wanted to, too. I resented you for that,” he frowned. It didn’t look right on that beautiful face of his.

“What?”

“I liked you. But, you didn’t give me a chance…so why should I now?”

You chewed your bottom lip, eyes moving to look at the ground as you gathered your thoughts. He was right to be guarded. You hadn’t let him say his piece that day, you had just decided yourself but maybe if you had, things would have been different. “I’m sorry. I was careless with your feelings but… I like you, Seunghyun. I like what we have now. You’ve become the best part of my day and if you give me a chance, I’ll prove to you that what happened last time won’t happen again.”

“Fuck it,” he mumbled to himself, taking one long stride and claiming your lips with his again. That was as good of a confirmation as any that he believed you.

Maybe it would crash and burn again but this time, something felt different. Feelings were involved, you had built something different.

It would work out. You knew it.