Elizabeth

It has been almost 3 weeks of your job in Choi Enterprise, and everything is going very smoothly. Everyone there is super friendly and helpful. You made friends on the second day of your work. Mind you, you don't open up that easily. So, considering that, you are quite surprised yourself. Everyone was so nice to you, including the boss who was a bit aged, since the first day, but the special three, Soonyoung, Seokmin and Seungkwan, really made office time so fun.

The only thing you can complain about is the amount of work they let you do. It's your first job and you really have to experience corporate life, so it's taking time for you to adjust, but that's fine considering the money they pay. Overall, you are having a fun time.

Today, there is a meeting organised in the office so that employees and the staff together can meet the new CEO after Mr. Choi retires next week. According to gossip monger Seungkwan, the next CEO will be Mr. Choi’s son. Everyone is yet to meet and know him, as he was abroad from South Korea for his studies. Everyone is very excited and curious at the same time because no one has any clue how the new CEO is.

At 11 am sharp, Mr. Choi entered the auditorium of the office. But you didn't get a glimpse of his son.

That's weird. You thought.

But your thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Choi started speaking.

“It's a very special moment for me and my family. After all, my son is taking over my spot, and I can't be more proud of him. I have seen him work so hard for this position. Any other person would have taken it for granted and would have not worked so hard. But I have seen him working day and night to prove himself that he was worthy of this position.”

You smiled listening to him. It's a big day for Mr. Choi and his son. And seeing Mr. Choi getting emotional made everyone a bit emotional as well.

“He studied at Seoul High School and graduated with flying colours.”

Seoul High School?

You graduated from Seoul High School as well. You might know him.

“How about you come to the stage, Seungcheol.”

What?

Seungcheol?

You turned back with so much force that you might have snapped your head open. You looked behind and saw Seungcheol standing.

Damn, he looks good.

He always did, but now he looks like a man. A man you can be dependent on. He was all broad and muscular.

He is really hitting the gym hard.

Your mouth was so wide open Seungkwan had to physically close it. That's when you snapped back to reality. You looked at your surroundings and saw Seokmin and Soonyoung laughing while Seungkwan was judging you hard.

“Stop giving him fuck-me eyes.”

Now how will you say that you really don't have to give him fuck-me eyes? He used to fuck you anyway. How can you tell them that this guy is your fucking ex? The ex you promised to get married to, the ex you imagined a future with. Your one and only ex.

“Yaahh, Choi Seungcheol. Come back.” You chased after your boyfriend after he decided to steal your bra. That's normal for him. “No way. Catch me and take it by yourself. Your mom didn't raise a loser.”

He started twirling your bra with his index finger.

“That's not your fucking basketball, Seungcheol. Give it back to me.” You whined at the last part. “If it's so important to you, then why is it in my bag and not on you or in your drawer?” He asked, raising his thick eyebrows. “How would I know that? I know you stole my bra.”

Hearing your accusation, Seungcheol was stunned. He gasped and started sulking. “Why would I steal your bra?” He came closer to you, visibly pouting. “I don't know. Maybe because you're a pervert?”

“A pervert? What do you mean?” You started laughing after seeing his eyes go wide like saucers. “Yah! Why are you laughing?” He whined, complaining to you.

“Maybe because I find you way too cute. Now please give me my bra back, Cheol.”

He rolled his eyes, but you could see his smile. “Fineee. But give me a kiss first.” You chuckled and connected your lips with his. He held your waist to deepen the kiss with a smile on his face.

You both were the school’s sweethearts. All the PDA either made people coo in awe or just gag out of jealousy. You both were attached at the hip even before your relationship. Friends to lovers, they said. You never met anyone like Seungcheol, and it was natural to have a crush on him. But all you could think about was the friendship, and so you always stepped back.

One fine day, when a guy came up to you and asked if you were available, Seungcheol saw red. Before you could even reply, he rejected him on behalf of you. Turns out he was in the same situation as you. He had the fattest crush on you but couldn't do anything due to his fear of damaging the friendship.

Since then, you both became the “IT COUPLE” of your school.

Everything was going great until you realised that Seungcheol had to leave abroad for his studies and had no clue when he would come back. You were scared that he would never return and decide to stay there forever. And as much as you hate to admit it, you were quite dumb at making decisions back then. So you broke up with him, thinking it would hurt less, and eventually you would move on.

Well, jokes on you, because you were far away from moving on. Seeing him after so many years, all you could think about was that you still liked him. Or maybe loved him. You don't know anymore.

Seungcheol stepped onto the stage and started speaking.

“Dad, you're too sweet for this, but it's because of your dedication towards me to make me a better child that I have reached this place.”

Someone please tell him to shut up because it's not helping.

“And I will give my best to make sure that I make this place a safe and comfortable place for everyone.”

“But I also would like to say I might not be as sweet as my dad was. I believe in working more than anything. It doesn't mean that you are being restricted in anything. No, feel free to be who you are. But I want seriousness during work. I really don't like when people just roam–”

Shit.

He saw you.

His mouth parted like a fish. And he forgot where he was. Meeting the love of his life after so many years like this was not what he thought he would feel, but here we are.

“A-and yeah, that's it. It will be a pleasure working here. Thank you.”

Why the hell was he stuttering now?

All you could do was stare right at him. Your body was not able to move. It felt like it had been glued to the seat.

Seokmin noticed this and came closer to you.

“Hey, are you okay?” You snapped out of the trance and forced a smile. “Yeah, Min, I am fine,” you said. “Do you by any chance know him?” He nodded his head towards Seungcheol.

“Uh... I think I do. We might have gone to the same high school, though I am not sure.” You lied through your teeth, but you couldn't tell them this. Not yet.

“Oh, that's great! I think he recognises you. He has been looking at you only.” Seokmin was not wrong. After coming down from the stage, he had been staring at you. VERY OBVIOUSLY.

What's wrong with him? you thought. You avoided his gaze through the meeting.

After the meeting got dismissed, you were the first one to move out of the auditorium. If you had stayed there and seen him staring at you like that, you would have thought he still liked you or something.

Which is not possible after the pain you have given him.

You sat down on your cabin chair and started working, hoping it would distract you. But no, everyone had different plans. Every single female employee, and even some of the male ones, came to your cabin just to talk about how handsome Choi Seungcheol was. By the end of the day, you were so frustrated that you even ignored Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Soonyoung, who were waving their hands to say goodbye.

All you wanted was a warm shower to clear your head. But it wasn't helping. Whenever you closed your eyes, all you could see was Seungcheol. He had changed so much. All those boyish features had been replaced. He still had that aura, though. The aura that made everyone on the football field listen to him and helped his team win every match. You could still sense that same aura. You knew he could order the whole committee around, and they would do it without a single complaint—not because of his position, but because of the kind of person he was.

But behind all of this, you felt like your Cheol had disappeared. You still remembered his tear-soaked face when you broke up with him. It still hurts. It felt like the wound was still fresh. The way he sobbed so hard. The way he begged you to stay. Yet you still decided to leave him. He promised you he would come back. Instead of believing him, you chose to stay stubborn and broke up with him. Only you knew how much you hated yourself for taking that step.

It wasn't your fault, though. You had seen so many relationships fall apart because people couldn't handle long distance. You had seen people slowly start hating the person who once meant the world to them simply because they couldn't fulfil each other's expectations. You couldn't let that happen to you and Seungcheol. You couldn't bear the thought of the two of you ending up hating each other. So you convinced yourself it was better this way, never realising you were unintentionally making him hate you anyway.

You came out of the long shower, changed into your PJs, and plopped down on your bed. You weren't hungry enough to eat anything. Instead, you grabbed your laptop and opened one of your folders.

"Seungcheol and his side quests."

A small smile spread across your face as you looked at the folder before clicking on it.

"Ayoo! This is Choi Seungcheol, and today I am going to show you how to backflip."

Seungcheol placed your video camera on the edge of the sofa so it could capture his backflip.

"Can you please stop filling my storage with your hobbies?" you asked from the kitchen counter.

"You are at my dorm. Learn to respect me," Seungcheol said with an attitude.

"Okay. No kisses for a week."

And there you go. Seungcheol immediately came pouting towards you, asking for forgiveness. He started whining about how he couldn't survive a whole week without your kisses. You were hell-bent on not giving in. The camera had long been forgotten and completely ignored.

You noticed another video, wondering if you should click on it.

But you did anyway.

“How do you think the first person on Earth knew that shitting is a normal thing? Like, did they eat it?” You were recording the sunset when Seungcheol decided to ask you this horrendous question.

“Seungcheol, eww! I am recording. Why would you say that?” He laughed, and you panned the camera towards him.

“Guys, you can see how some handsome men speak behind everyone's back.” That only made him laugh harder. “You called me handsome. I don't care what anyone else says.”

He pinched your cheeks before taking the camera from your hands to record you instead.

“Now show us your outfit. Twirl... twirl... yeahhhh. Flip your hair. AHHHHH. So pretty.” You blushed, smacked his arm, and took the camera back to record both of you. “Okay, so future ___ and Seungcheol—”

Seungcheol, ever the annoying human, interrupted you.

“How about we say future Mr. and Mrs. Choi?” You stared at him. “Are you proposing to me?” “I don't have to propose, baby. We ARE getting married.” You couldn't help but coo at him. “ You've already decided our future. Awww.”

It all became background noise as you could no longer hold back your tears. You shut your laptop and drifted off to sleep.

One week later.

Today, there was going to be a farewell party for Mr. Choi and a welcome party for the junior Mr. Choi. What else were you supposed to call him? Until Mr. Choi was still here, you had to settle with Junior Mr. Choi. After that, the honorifics would do.

So where were we?

Yeah... the farewell party.

FAREWELL PARTY.

Which meant Junior Choi would also be there. Which meant ignoring him all over again. You were terrified of what might happen after he officially joined.

Whatever.

Right now, you were busy ignoring Seungcheol because he was making it his mission to stay near you.

What does he want? you thought. Why was he always so close to you?

He kept trying to strike up a conversation, even when you were standing with another group of people.

Another group meaning Seokmin, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan.

“So, you went to the same high school as our ___?” You looked at Seungkwan with wide eyes because why would he say that?

“Oh yeah, how do you all know, by the way?” Seungcheol looked at Seungkwan and then at you. His expression was unreadable.

“Oh well, you see... Seokmin knows everything about ___. So that's valid. He knows this too.”

Seungkwan chuckled. CHUCKLED? After saying something so diabolical for the situation you were in?

Seungcheol looked at Seokmin, then at the little space between the two of you. His jaw clenched, and so did his fist. It lasted only for a brief moment. No one noticed.

But you did.

Of course you did.

“But on a serious note, we knew that ___ studied at Seoul High School. And when Mr. Choi announced that you studied there as well, it was obvious that you both knew each other.”

Seungkwan clarified, making Seungcheol relax a little.

Why was he acting like that?

“Were you both in the same class? We keep asking her, but she never replies. She just says she forgot, which is ridiculous, by the way, because how can someone forget that, right?”

Soonyoung started rambling, and you wanted to choke him right then and there. You were not comfortable talking about all this after what you had done. You couldn't even make eye contact with him without remembering what you did to him.

Before Seungcheol could even say anything, Seokmin noticed that you weren't comfortable and spoke up.

“I don't think ___ is feeling well. I'll take her somewhere less crowded. You all can talk. I'll bring her back once she's feeling better.”

Now that's exactly why you loved Seokmin. Platonically. He knew you so well. After Seungcheol, if there was someone who truly understood you, it was Seokmin.

As you stood up, Seungcheol stood as well.

“Umm... Seokmin, right? I'll take her. I need to talk to her about the work she's in charge of anyway.”

He gently took your hand from Seokmin's before he even had time to process what had happened.

“Only if you're okay with it,” Seungcheol said, his voice suddenly soft and gentle.

You realised you couldn't keep running away from him forever, so you simply nodded.

You both walked towards the corridor. An awkward silence settled between you, but he was the first to break it.

“Uh... long time no see.” You looked at him and gave him a small smile. “Yeah... it's really great to meet you again.” He smiled too. Slipping one hand into his pocket, he asked, “So... how's life going?”

He genuinely wanted to talk to you. There was no point in ignoring him anymore. After all, you were going to work under him now.

“It's great. I love working here. Mr. Choi, your father, is an amazing man. I loved working for him. I hope I can say the same about you too, Junior Choi.”

You joked. He let out a genuine laugh. “I like that name.” His dimples appeared. Damn. You had forgotten just how cute those were.

“I like being creative. You know that.” Seungcheol looked straight into your eyes before letting out a quiet breath. “Yes. I know. More than anyone here.” There it was. The conversation you had been dreading.

“So... relationship status?” Of course he would ask that. “Uh... nothing. I just want to focus on work and life.” You answered.

“So you're single? What about Seokminie... or Seokjin... or whatever his name was?” So he was jealous. This man never changed. “Nothing. He's just my friend.”

He nodded before turning to look out of the corridor window.

“I swear I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable... But what was the reason you broke up with me? I thought we were perfect. We matched each other. For me... you were it. I never felt anything for anyone after you.”

You felt your eyes sting with tears. You have always been an emotional person. But you couldn't cry in front of him.

“Seungcheol... I know what happened wasn't fair to you, but I don't think we can go back to what we were.”

You held his hand as you said it because you knew he would break down.

“But why? Why, ___? Was I not good enough for you? Didn't I make you as happy as you made me?”

By now, he was shaking, tears streaming down his face.

You pulled him into your arms, resting his head against your neck as you gently rubbed his back, trying to calm him down.

“Seungcheol, calm down. You're okay. Just breathe.”

You knew he had gone through a lot. More than you, he had suffered. You left him without any explanation, and it was only natural for him to think it was his fault. But you couldn't let him believe that.

He was the best man you had ever met. He would have sacrificed everything for you, and that was never what you wanted. You wanted him to achieve everything he dreamed of without having to look back because of you.

But not anymore. He was back. He wasn't going anywhere this time.

And if he still wanted you, you would love to give the two of you the second chance you had both needed for so long.

“Seungcheol... I am really sorry. I know my apology won't change anything. But... I-I was scared. I was really scared. What if you left me forever? What if you never came back? I had seen so many people break because of long distance, and I really didn't want that.”

You cupped his face and wiped away his tears.

“I was also scared because I knew you would've given up your dreams if I had told you the real reason. And you're too stubborn, you know that.” You joked.

Seungcheol laughed through his tears.

“I tried to protect both of us, but I only ended up hurting you in the process. I really don't deserve you, Seungcheol.”

That made Seungcheol look at you with wide eyes.

“Are you crazy? You're the one for me. I know what you did was wrong, but you did it because you wanted to protect us. You don't know how hard it was for me to survive. All I could think about was why I wasn't a better boyfriend to you.”

You immediately shook your head.

“No. Don't think like that. You were the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You rested your forehead against his. “Will you give me a second chance, ___?” Seungcheol asked, his eyes full of hope. “Please. I really need you. I really do.”

He held your hand and gave you those familiar puppy eyes. You had never been able to resist them. It was only fair that you gave in once again.

“Yes, Seungcheol. I would love to give us a second chance. I really want to show you how wrong my decision was and how I regretted it every single day. I am really sorry, Seungcheol.” He nodded.

“It's okay. Just give me a kiss, and I'll be fine.”

You chuckled and connected your lips with his. The kiss was filled with love and warmth. He pulled you closer by your waist and deepened the kiss. Your hands automatically travelled to his nape, pulling him even closer, if that was even possible.

After the lack of oxygen forced you to pull away from the kiss, he chased your lips like he always did whenever you kissed. You giggled.

“You really didn't change a bit.” Seungcheol bit his lower lip with a coy smile. “I'll never change for you.”

That earned a laugh from you.

“Ew, so cheesy. Wait, I need to ask you one thing. You never told me you were Mr. Choi's son back in high school. I was so shocked when I saw you.”

Seungcheol looked dumbfounded. “I thought you knew. I thought you joined the company because of me.” The audacity. “Are you serious, Seungcheol?”

He giggled at your reaction before pecking your cheek. “Of course not. But I really thought you knew who my father was in high school. Because the day you joined, my father told me.”

He cleared his throat before imitating his father.

“Your ex-girlfriend might have joined the company. So... yeah, that's how I found out.” That's when it finally clicked.

His father had known you from the very beginning. Wow. “So your father knew me?”

He looked at you with a deadpan expression. “Of course he did. In fact, my whole family knew you. They still do. I used to boast about you to everyone. Even my one-year-old niece, remember? I used to talk to her about you all the time. So it's obvious my father recognised you.”

You pinched his cheeks hard. He hissed in pain. “What the hell? Why?”

Instead of answering, you shook your head and pulled him into another kiss. This kiss was nothing like the one before. The first kiss had been light, almost playful, a smile shared against each other's lips.

This one stole the breath from both of you. It deepened almost instantly, driven by all the emotions you had both kept buried for years. “Okay... so are we continuing this at your place or mine?” You asked while panting. “Mine is closer.” He replied with a smirk.

“What are we waiting for then?”

The door clicked shut behind them. The apartment was dim, lit only by the city glow filtering through the curtains. Seungcheol's tie was already loose, his jacket discarded somewhere between the hallway and the living room. You stood near the entrance, still catching your breath, the buzz of wine and goodbyes clinging to your skin.

He turned to face you, dark eyes scanning you from head to toe. There was no hesitation, no tenderness, just raw want, sharp and immediate. He crossed the distance in three strides, one hand gripping your waist, the other sliding into your hair, tilting your head back.

His mouth was on yours. Rough, demanding, tasting of whiskey and hunger. His tongue pushed past your lips, deep and possessive, while his hand slid down your back, gripping the curve of your ass through the thin fabric. You moaned into him, pressing your body against his, feeling the hard length of him through his trousers.

He backed you against the wall, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, biting at the sensitive skin just below your ear. "I'm going to fuck you," he said, each word deliberate. "But first, I want to taste you. I want to hear you beg."

You nodded, breathless, as he dropped to his knees in front of you. His hands found the hem of your dress, pushing it up your thighs until the fabric bunched around your waist. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your lace panties and pulled them down, letting them fall to your ankles. You stepped out of them, and he looked up at you, eyes dark with need.

"Spread your legs," he ordered.

You obeyed, widening your stance, bracing against the wall. He leaned in, his breath hot against your slick folds. The first touch of his tongue, flat, slow, savoring made you gasp. He licked from your entrance to your clit, then back down, circling, tasting, drinking you in. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you further, holding you open as he buried his face between your legs.

"Oh, fuck," you whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair.

He responded by sucking your clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. You bucked against his face, and he growled, the vibration sending sparks through your core. One hand left your thigh, and you felt his fingers slide through your wetness, circling your entrance before pushing in one, then two, crooked just right.

"You're so wet for me," he said against you, his voice muffled but clear. "This pussy missed me."

"Yes—god, yes, it did—"

He pumped his fingers slowly at first, curling to hit that spongy spot inside you, while his mouth worked your clit in relentless circles. Your knees trembled. The wall was the only thing keeping you upright. The pressure built low in your belly, a coil tightening with every lick, every stroke.

"I love you," you gasped, the words tumbling out before you could think. "I love you, Seungcheol—"

He stopped. His fingers stilled inside you, and he pulled his mouth away, looking up at you. His lips were glistening, his jaw tense. For a moment, his eyes widened, something raw and vulnerable flickering across his face. A crack in the dominant facade. You saw the emotion hit him, the weight of those three words after everything. The breakup, the years apart. His jaw clenched, and his breath hitched.

Then he blinked, and the mask slid back into place. He curled his fingers harder, pressing against that spot again, and his mouth returned to your clit with renewed ferocity.

"Say it again," he demanded, voice rough.

"I love you," you repeated, crying out as he drove his fingers deeper, faster, his tongue relentless.

"Again."

"I love you—fuck—Seungcheol—"

He sucked harder, fingers pounding into you, and the coil snapped. Your orgasm crashed through you, waves of pleasure so intense you couldn't breathe. Your walls clenched around his fingers, and you felt the gush, warm, wet, spraying against his hand, his face, soaking his shirt. He didn't stop, licking and fucking you through it, drawing out every spasm until you collapsed against the wall, trembling, a mess.

Only then did he pull back, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, watching you with a satisfied smirk. He stood, crowding you, pressing his damp lips to your forehead.

"I love you too," he whispered, barely audible, but you caught it. "Always have. Always will."

Then he took your hand and led you to the bedroom, already unbuckling his belt.

The bedroom door swung open, and Seungcheol's hand was on your back, guiding you forward until your knees hit the edge of the mattress. He didn't bother with the lights, the city glow was enough, painting the room in shades of amber and shadow. The bed creaked as you fell onto it, your dress still bunched around your waist, your thighs slick and trembling.

He stood at the foot of the bed, silhouetted against the window, working his belt free with deliberate slowness. The metal clinked, and he pulled the leather strap through the loops, letting it drop to the floor. Then his hands moved to his button, his zipper. His trousers fell, and he stepped out of them, his cock springing free, already hard, flushed, the tip glistening.

"On your hands and knees," he said, voice low and even. "Face down. Ass up."

You scrambled to obey, turning over, pressing your chest into the sheets, pushing your hips up into the air. The position made you feel vulnerable, exposed, and you loved it. You could feel your own wetness dripping down your inner thigh, the ache between your legs demanding more.

He climbed onto the bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hands found your hips, gripping hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He leaned over you, his chest brushing your back, his mouth at your ear.

"You're so beautiful like this," he whispered, his breath hot. "All mine. This pussy is mine. Say it."

"Yours," you breathed. "It's yours."

He pulled back just enough, and you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing, sliding through your slick folds without entering. You whimpered, pushing back against him, but his hands held you still.

"Not yet," he said. "I want to feel you come around me. But first, I want to hear you say it again."

You knew what he wanted. You turned your head, cheek against the pillow, looking back at him over your shoulder. "I love you, Seungcheol. I've always loved you. Even when I said I hated you, I loved you."

His jaw tightened. For a second, the dominant mask cracked again, his eyes glistening, a shudder running through his shoulders. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder blade, breathing slowly, steadying himself. Then he lifted his head and drove into you in one sharp, brutal thrust.

You cried out, a desperate, broken sound, as he filled you completely. He paused, buried to the hilt, letting you feel every inch of him. His fingers dug into your hips so hard you knew there would be bruises tomorrow.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained. "You feel… you feel like home."

He began to move, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each stroke was deep and deliberate, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur. The rhythm built, faster, harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

He reached around, his hand finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, his cock stretching you, his fingers working your sensitive nub, the pressure building again even though you'd just come minutes ago.

"That's it," he growled, his pace quickening. "I want to feel you squirt on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart."

You were already close, the coil tightening, your moans turning into incoherent pleas. "Please—please, I'm gonna—"

"Come for me," he ordered, his voice a command, not a request. "Now."

And you did. The orgasm hit you like a wave, your body convulsing, your walls clenching around him. You felt the gush of fluid release, soaking his thighs, the sheets, everything. He kept thrusting through it, driving deeper, chasing his own release.

"Fuck—fuck—" His rhythm faltered, his grip on your hips going white-knuckled. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep and spilled inside you, hot and thick, filling you completely. His body shuddered, his forehead pressed against your spine, his breath ragged.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The only sounds were your mingled breaths, the distant hum of the city, the sticky warmth between your legs.

Slowly, he pulled out, and you collapsed onto your side, spent. He laid beside you, pulling you into his arms, his chest against your back, his arm wrapping around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"I love you too," he said again, softer this time, the words settling into the quiet. "I'm not letting you go again."

You turned in his arms, facing him, your forehead against his chin. "Me too."

He chuckled, a low, tired sound. "That's my girl.”

His hand slid down your stomach, resting just above where he'd been moments ago, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin. The night stretched ahead, long and warm, and you knew this was only the beginning.

You woke up at the crack of dawn to the sight of Seungcheol's broad back. Your fingernail marks were scattered across his skin, reminding you of everything the two of you had done the night before. A blush slowly crept onto your face.

“Baby?” Seungcheol hummed sleepily “Why are you awake at this time?” he asked. You shrugged. “I don't know... I just woke up.”

You sat up in bed, and he followed, a dorky smile spreading across his face. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he rested his head on your shoulder.

“So, how are you feeling now?” he asked. You looked at him, your faces only inches apart, before placing a small peck on his lips. “I’m feeling great. Just a bit sore. Nothing I'm not experienced with.” His smile widened.

“So... did you mean what you said last night?” He asked it so hopefully that he looked like an adorable little puppy. You decided to tease him.

“Eh? What? I don't know what you're talking about. Why don't you tell me what I said?” He immediately pouted and started whining.

“What do you mean you don't know? You literally said 'I love you' while I was... you know... and you said it again when we were together. Stop acting. What the hell? Why are you laughing?”

You couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter. He was definitely going to sulk, but it was worth it. “Oh my... You still act like a seven-year-old, huh?”

You smiled, cupping his cheek.

“But yes... I did say I love you. And I meant every word of it.” You paused for a second before smiling a little wider. “I also remember you saying you loved me. Now tell me... did you mean it?”

Instead of answering, Seungcheol leaned in and kissed you.

“I'll always love you. No matter what. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm never letting you go again. You're stuck with me forever.”

He finished with one last gentle peck on your lips.

You smiled before throwing your pillow straight at his face.

“Oww! Why did you do that? Come back!”