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Retired Art Donaldson who catches you watching one of his old tennis matches and says, “I looked less tired there, hm?” and you whisper, “You looked like you enjoyed it,” your thumb gently caressing his lower lashes and the soft skin beneath his eye.

Retired Art Donaldson who keeps his old tennis shoes in the garage even though they’re falling apart. Who still cleans them from time to time, muttering something about “preserving them” and does that little rotation ritual he’s done since forever.

Retired Art Donaldson who still wakes up early out of habit, stretching in the kitchen while his tea boils, shirtless and sleepy-eyed, muttering "You're awake?" and "Should've stayed in bed with you..." before slipping back under the covers just to warm your feet.

Retired Art Donaldson who wears reading glasses now, the thin kind that rest low on his nose when he's reading match notes on the paper. He always pushes them up onto his forehead the moment you start talking—giving you his full attention. And god, he looks so hot with them.

Retired Art Donaldson who has a soft spot for dogs now. He spoils yours with too many treats and definitely lets it sleep on the bed when you're not around, despite saying "Absolutely not" on day one.

Retired Art Donaldson who has deepening eye bags and laugh lines that make your heart ache. You kiss beneath his lashes each morning, then trace the curve of his mouth like you're caressing a kitten's whiskers. It's dull to say he likes it— he loves it.

Retired Art Donaldson who keeps a neat little corner of "healthy snacks" stacked in jars. He claims it’s to stay in shape but he only eats the almonds and always leaves the chia seeds untouched. You always tease him about him being a bird in his other life.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters with annoyance. “twenty-something and still can’t pick up after yourself.”

he says it like a real dad would, despite just being your stepdad. he stands up, dragging your lacy lilac panties—used and discarded—through his hand, turning them over, inspecting them for more of your arousal. the crotch of the panties clings slightly between two fingers as he decides what he wants to do next.

he shouldn’t do it, but the twitch in his cock is involuntary. he glances at the door. is it still locked? any footsteps? thank God no one is watching, he thinks to himself before slipping a hand into his sweatpants, stroking his dick, while the other still grips your panties.

he doesn’t look directly at them, just stares at the wall imagining you prancing in the tiny underwear before stripping them off. “you fucking brat, always walking around half-naked. always leaving shit like this behind. like you want me to notice.”

his fist moves faster, spit from his mouth slicking his cock even more. it doesn't take long before he cums; instead of finishing in his pants, he takes his raging cock out and finishes on the panties, absolute shame ringing in his ears. instead of tossing them in the wash, he walks to your room, lays the now cum-crusted panties on your pillow, and leaves a message.

clean up after yourself. some of us are trying not to notice. – A

unbeknownst to you, you come home a couple of hours later. as soon as you get inside, your bag drops at the door, and you barely notice art sitting in the kitchen, flipping through the mail. but the moment you make it to your room, you notice a familiar pair of panties crusted on your pillow. “what the fuck?” your voice echoes through the halls. “art?”

he ignores you, making you storm out, fury radiating in waves. he looks up from the table, calm as ever. you hold them up between two fingers. “you want to explain this?”

“no,” he says. “you explain why your panties were on the floor. again.”

“that doesn’t give you the right to—” your words catch. you don't even know what you're accusing. your breath stutters. “you came on them?”

he acts oblivious, “did i say that?”

“they’re stiff, art.”

he shrugs, looking at the random mail, “then maybe learn how to do laundry.”

pissed, you turn around and stomp off to the laundry room. you decide to wash them, but later that night, you sleep with the clean pair and the unwashed pillowcase, hoping his scent still lingered.

punk!partick zweig x jock!art donaldson

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“twenty-five”

“oh fuck off. since when did you up prices?”

“since i needed a new drumset.”

it was in between fourth period right before gym that every wednesday art would meet patrick on the side of the school to get his weekly order of weed. which was usually only fifteen dollars.

“i’m not giving you twenty-five dollars for a baggie of prerolleds.”

“what? mommy and daddy not give you enough today?” patrick pouted sarcastically, and art had to resist to urge to punch his face. “fuck you zweig.” art spit out. “we agreed from the beginning it was fifteen” patrick let out an obnoxious groan throwing his head back, the bell was gonna ring soon and he couldn’t afford another late mark.

“look, dude are you gonna pay me or not?”

art paused, contemplating. this last week was incredibly stressful. back to back test, practice every day after school, he need this. plus it was just twenty-five dollars…

“fuck, fine.” art huffed, pulling out his wallet and placing twenty-five dollars in patrick’s hand making the trade. “pleasure doing business with you, as always.”

“wait.” art called, stopping patrick in his tracks. “there’s only 4 joints in here. i gave you more money so i want more product.” patrick sighed. “i don’t have more on me you’d have to come over and pick up.” art nodded, “ok, i’ll be over after school.”

“i’ll be waiting.”

art watched patrick stomped his way to gym class. his big combat boots slamming against the pavement.

-

three hard knocks hit patrick’s door, and when he opened a tired looking art dondalson stood in front of him.

“just in time dondalson.” patrick moved out the way letting art step into his home. taking a look around art felt bad for assuming patrick had lived in a dump. it was your typical upper middle class family home. professional family photos along with candid ones lined the walls, and it smelt like…. cinnamon?

“my parents aren’t home so you don’t have to worry about autographs or anything.” patrick joked.

art was somewhat of a home town celebrity. he was the star player in all the major sports, he volunteered at the local church’s events, had the perfect all american boy thing going for him. tall, athletic, blonde. everyone knew and loved him.

patrick silently lead the way up the stairs and to his room. art tried to keep his focus anywhere but patrick’s naked back that was on display.

instantly the smell of marijuana and the sound of bodies by sex pistols invaded art’s nose and ears.

“you can have a seat anywhere.” patrick gestured around his room.

art took his hands out the pockets of his lettermen jacket, and took a seat on the ground at the foot of patrick’s bed looking around. it was made up of dark colors like reds and blacks, there were posters of various bands up on the wall, and small drum set sat in the corner of his room by the window. piles of most likely dirty clothes lingered in different places. art’s mother would have killed him if his room looked like this.

“here you go.” a bag of four joints came into art’s view. he mumbled a thank you looking up at patrick who was now wearing a black t-shirt with a hole in the neckline.

“do you mind if i?” art motioned to the joint now out of the bag and in between his fingers. patrick shook his head, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and the sparking it. art leaned forward letting the rolling paper catch fire.

art never really gets high with other people. he liked to save this activity for himself, but he felt weird not at least offering. which he did, and patrick accepted.

inhale, hold, exhale, pass. inhale, hold, exhale, pass.

it continued on like that, back and forth. the two of them sitting side by side mindlessly watching beavis and butthead. with every pass and of the joint their fingers brushed sending shocks through art’s body. he blamed his reaction on the weed.

“you know you’re like my most loyal costumers. every wednesday without fail you’re always there.” patrick randomly blurted. “always wonder why a perfect kid like you needs to get high so badly.”

perfect kid like you. the description made art want to scream. “yeah—well, being the perfect kid gets tiring.” patrick scoffed around the joint in his mouth. “oh yeah, i’m sure being loved by everyone is so tiring.” his eyes rolled and art sent him a dirty look. “it is actually. doing and being everything everyone expects of you is exhausting, this is the one thing i have to myself, for myself. i’m not looking for you to understand, ok. you asked and i answered.” art inhaled the smoke a little longer than this time.

patrick watched him with a tiny ounce of pity. “hey, i didn’t mean anything by it-” art cut him off. “it’s fine.” they finished off the joint leaving them sitting in silence through their highs until patrick spoke again.

“i did the whole conformity thing too. i wore my polos and khakis, i smiled and laughed with everyone then talked shit behind their backs. but i got tired of acting, so i stopped.” patrick looked over at art. “you don’t always have to be what they what you to be.” and art wished that was true, but he was in too deep. art shook his head and shrugged. “wouldn’t even know where to start.” he mumbled, blue eyes staring into patrick’s green ones.

the flick of art’s gaze going from patrick’s eyes to his lips was almost missed by him, but patrick managed to catch it. “start here.”

in a blink of an eye patrick’s lips crashed into arts. the cold metal of patrick’s lip ring pressed against art’s skin. art has only done this, kiss boys, a few other times and he was drunk for all of them. but even now high out of his mind he felt more sober during this than the other ones.

their mouths moved messily against each other’s. patrick taking the lead with confidence while art fumbled behide him trying to overpower but failing. it wasn’t until art felt patrick’s tongue push into his mouth that he remembered patrick wasn’t some guy at some party next town over. he went to school with him knew who he was. he was a conflict of interest.

art pulled away out of breath. “wait—wait. i’m not like gay or anything, ok?” patrick stared at him, chest heaving. “okay. me neither, at least not fully.” patrick added with a smirk, and before art could decipher what he ment their lips were connected again. patrick’s hand on the back of art’s neck pulling him closer then sliding down the front of his chest and stopped at his belt buckle. art took the hint and moved to undo his belt and zipper. patrick kissed his necks leaving marks behind while his hands moved to pull art’s cock out his jeans.

“oh, fuuuuck.” art’s head fell back onto the bed behind him as patrick’s warm wet mouth engulfed him. out of all the blowjobs art had gotten this was probably the best, but that could’ve been the drugs in his system talking. he doubted it.

patrick bobbed his head at the perfect pace, jerking with his hand what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. out of instinct art’s hips bucked up causing the head of his cock to hit the back of patrick’s throat. patrick reacted with a gag turned moan around him that sent vibrations through art’s body.

“god, you’re so whiny.” patrick said mainly to himself as he came up for a breather. art proved him right by responding with a low whine. patrick took art’s dick back in his mouth but not fully, only focusing on the tip. wrapping his mouth around it suckling. letting his pink tongue slide against the slit, collecting the salty precum that sat there. and when his redden eyes looked up into art’s the blonde almost came on the spot.

“can i fuck you?” patrick asked, keeping a slow jerking hand on art’s dick.

art has never gone that far with a guy before, but something about patrick had him agreeing without without hesitation. the next moments were a blur of clothes being shed and thrown around the room. patrick guided art onto his hands and knees, reaching over from behind him into his nightstand for a bottle of lube and a condom.

patrick ran his hands up the backs of art’s thighs and over his ass trying to soothe him. art flinched at the cold wetness of the lube that hit his hole.

“ok, you gotta relax and just breathe.” patrick said softly, rubbing his fingers against the tight ring of muscles. art took a deep breath in and on his exhale out patrick pushed his finger in.

“o-oh!”

a broken moan fell from art as patrick worked his pointed finger in and out slowly.

“you’re so fucking tight.”

patrick managed to get his second finger inside, and art was already a mess. lips red and swollen from him biting back his sounds, his cock twitching at every drag of patrick thick fingers along his inner walls. “put it in. need it, please.” art begged, stopping patrick in his tracks. never in a million years did he think he’d have art dondalson, golden boy, in his bed. let alone begging for his cock.

patrick pulled his fingers free, and opened the condom rolling it on. “who knew you were so needy.” he teased. more lube was poured on art’s hole and then onto patrick’s covered dick. it was messy, but patrick liked it like that.

the tip of patrick’s cock probed at art’s entrance, and for a second art was regretting this. but then patrick pushed in, slowly feeding the length of his cock into art’s body, and his mind went to mush.

“holy shit you’re even tighter around my dick than my fingers.” patrick spoke like he was holding his breath like his was holding back fucking into art at full speed. art could barely speak more than incoherent mumbles. “big, so—fuck. s’big.” patrick finally bottomed out and stilled inside letting art get used to the stretch. his big hands held onto art’s waist. “your waist is so small, art. like a girls.” the comments caused art to moan and push back on patrick, signaling that he could move now.

patrick pulled all the way out til just his tip was in before thrusting forward hard. twin moans fell from both the men. if patrick was any other guy he would have gone slow for art’s first time, but he was the complete opposite. he liked to fuck how he played his drums. fast, hard, and punishing.

“taking me so fucking well. you sure this your first time getting fucked?” patrick thrusted into him to with a bruising grip on his waist. art’s tongue felt paralyzed in his mouth. all the words he tried to say just coming out as moans and whimpers. “feels good doesn’t it?” one patrick’s hands left art’s waist and traveled to his hair grabbed the strands and pulling. “feels good to let go for once.”

“u-uh huh.”

the sounds of patrick’s hips smacking against art’s ass and the obscene squelching noise from the lube echoed throughout the room. art could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm that’s been building. “p-pat-patrick!” the headboard beat against the bedroom wall drowning out his cries.

“so perfect. perfect fucking hole. s-shit!” patrick’s hands moved from art’s hair to the back of his neck, pushing art’s face into the pillows below. the new angle had patrick hitting against art’s prostate. he knew he’d found it when he felt art tightened around him and he saw his fist hit the mattress.

“holy fuck, shit, oh god!” art’s eyes squeezed shut so tight he saw stars and then. “p-pa-” the name died on his tongue as his orgasm rushed over him in a silent scream. the black comforter now stained with his cum and patrick pillows stained with his tears and slob. art’s body twitched from overstimulation as patrick continued fucking him, chasing after his own orgasm.

a low strained groan sounded from behind art as patrick stopped moving inside him. “f-fuck, a-ah!” thick white ropes of cum filled the condom.

patrick pulled out taking off his condom, tying it and tossing it into the trash can by his bed.

the two of them laid side by side, catching their breath. art on his front patrick on his back. teenage lobotomy by the ramones came on and patrick looked over at art. his face was flushed and tears were drying on his cheeks, he was on the verge of falling asleep when patrick said. “you hungry?” art muttered something along the lines of yeah so patrick got up to go downstairs. when he returned, a plate two sandwiches and a bottle of apple juice in hand art was completely knocked out. mouth hung open and snoring.

Yeah 😌🩷

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: Patrick x Reader x Art throuple dynamics, blowjob lessons <3, guys being pervy little manipulating snakes (affectionately)

A/N: I’m obsessed. Everyone say hiiii sex lessons au. Unedited sozz

You get week of you jerking one or both of them off whenever you’re alone together until Patrick decides to test the waters.

“You can put your mouth on it,” he says, when you’ve taken him into your grasp, nice and slow while you kiss him the intense, hungry way he’d taught you.

Your eyes widen slightly, and he swears he can hear your pulse thrumming.

“Patrick,” Art says, a warning. He’s on the other end of the bed, trying his best to study for a midterm while his friend is getting jerked off three feet away. He’d sit on the floor… but he’s ready to hop off the bench the second you or Patrick invite him to play.

Patrick rolls his eyes in annoyance. Art was so fucking dense sometimes. He knew Art wanted it just as bad, probably more because he was so goddamn repressed. He knew Art always wanted the same things he wanted, no matter how depraved, or how embarrassed he was to admit it. “What? I think it’s about time she learns to suck cock.”

This has lived rent free in my mind for literally forever. I can’t stop thinking about it, it haunts my every waking moment.

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: Making out, Handjob lessons, guys being pervs, not a love triangle they just all want to fuck each other

A/N: unedited bc I wrote this while on the clock okay whatever. Enjoyyyy and if u want me to continue this lmk >:)

“I think it’s sweet,” Patrick said, and you could hear the amusement in his voice, practically dripping from every syllable. “The last American virgin. You belong in a museum.”

You rolled your eyes and tossed your empty Taco Bell cup at him— the ice rattled and it leaked a puddle of condensation onto the ground. “You could try not to be a dick about it.”

Scenario; Hyun-Ju is the body guard for a famous fem!Reader who happens to joy teasing and annoying Hyun-Ju as a daily thing.

A/N; I need to push out some other type of content other then re8, SOOO I’m adding my beautiful bob queen to the list aka Hyun-Ju (player 120). This is also me saying that she is added to my characters of who I do requests for!

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(How she became your bodyguard)

𐙚 • With your popularity and your habit for wanting to go around places in public like malls and stuff, you had a great amount of bodyguards at standby for any time you needed them.

𐙚 • Unfortunately though, a opening in your staff of guards had opened up after you had to let go of one due to them leaking out information of your whereabouts to a friend of theirs just so they could get a photo/autograph.

𐙚 • You weren’t in charge of taking care of hiring a new bodyguard, so you left that task in the hands of your management while you still continued to indulge in your love of going to places that could let paparazzi easily catch sighting of you. Your new target was a lovely cafe you heard had great pastries.

𐙚 • In disguise, you made your way there during the afternoon which your management said would be the best time to go thanks to little to no people being around. And they were right, there were barely any people in the cafe and only a small line of people at the counter.

𐙚 • You dismissed your bodyguards — expect the one who was also in disguise — and made your way to the line. Even though it went over your head of why a line would be at the counter even though there was barely any people here, you realized that there was situation going on between a tall women and the cashier. After a quick listen in you caught on that the woman didn’t have enough money on her card for whatever she was ordering, and that she going to pay for the rest in cash which she was fetching out of her wallet.

𐙚 • Even though the cashier was patiently waiting for the woman to count her money, a tired looking business man behind the taller woman had spoken up on the frustration of waiting on her to make change. The situation turned even more sour/embarrassing when the man had muttered what sounded like an offensive term after the cashier explained he would just have to be patient.

𐙚 • You watched the woman’s body language change drastically, noting of how her face went completely blank. When you noticed her placing her wallet back into her pockets, you moved from your place in the line to right beside her.

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“I’ll pay for it,” You said without even realizing what you were doing. You took a moment to process the moment as you looked from the cashier to the rude man behind the woman you were suddenly helping out. The same woman who was now looking down at you with slightly widen eyes, she seemed to be in shock for a while which allowed you to fetch your own card and give it to the cashier.

“I will also like to add a strawberry ade with whatever pastry is the most top seller here onto that order. Please.” The words rushed out of your mouth showing how much you wanted to go ahead and get the order before you have to scene with the guy behind you. Thankfully the cashier seemed to catch on and she quickly added your extra items to the order before telling you your total and tapping your card transfer the money.

Once you grabbed your card back you went over to the side of the counter that the cashier told you to wait for your order at, the taller woman hesitantly following behind you along with your bodyguard. After a couple of beats of silence and looks between you and your guard, the woman finally spoke up.

“…Why did you do that ma’am?” Her words caused you to look up at her, you knew she was tall but behind right beside her now made it even more noticeable. You didn’t know how long you were looking at her but she seemed to get nervous due to your prolong stare. If her now fidgeting with her hands was anything to go off of.

“I saw you putting your money away after that…rude man,” You trailed off your words trying to keep yourself as respectful as possible, “and I didn’t want you to just cancel the order due to him, so I just decided to pay for both of our orders. I had enough money to do so anyway.” You tired your best to make it seem like nothing, especially since you didn’t even know you were doing it for a good couple of seconds.

Thankfully your order was placed on the counter before the woman could say anything else, so you took the chance to place her order in her hands. “Are you sitting anywhere? I will like some company beside the guy over here.”

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𐙚 • That is how you ended up talking to woman — whose name you learned was Cho Hyun-ju — for what you believe was two hours.

𐙚 • Thanks to your openness in the conversation and questioning, you learned the surface level of Hyun-Ju as a person and her financial situation which she was more hesitant to share. Even though you didn’t know her background or if she even have any experience, you had excitedly told her who you are and your need of a new bodyguard due to the past situation with your old one. All in hopes to help her out.

𐙚 • She was quick to say that she couldn’t possibly, but you were persistent. Telling her about the pay she could get and how she could be backed up by a secondary guard if she didn’t have any experience. You never thought you were a convincing person but you were able to Hyun-Ju to agree.

(As your bodyguard)

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju takes her job very serious. She took note of your old bodyguard and their mistakes, even though she would never do something so unprofessional, Hyun-Ju still makes sure to refrain from making any silly mistakes. Especially since she is quite literally in charge of your safety here.

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju uses her advantages of having a sharp eye and being quick on her feet to keep you outmost safe when she is around. She is always scanning out the places your both in especially if your both in a disguise because you wanted to go do something in public. She will subconsciously take it a step further to read everyone’s body language for any potential threats to your life. With her heightened senses, no one could possibly try you.

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju joins on board with your managers to see when is the best time for you to go out to a certain place whenever you decide you want to indulge in that like of yours. Even though she can and will protect you no matter what, Hyun-Ju not only enjoys having a less load on her shoulders with a denser crowd, but it also calms down your anxious thoughts on the what if’s that could happen to you if she isn’t able to fully protect you due to a large crowd around.

𐙚 • Due to how you both met, Hyun-Ju is quick to defend you in situations, calm down your nerves, and give you supportive advice when it’s needed. She sees this as a payback for what you did for her in that cafe, even though you constantly tell her she shouldn’t worry about such small things.

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju isn’t shy to admit that she loves the fact that her pervious experience in the army and closeness to you allowed her to land the job as your new personal bodyguard. She loves being able to be by your side without questioning. There’s no lying about the fact that you grown to be an employer of Hyun-Ju, but also a close friend.

𐙚 • Whenever you two are driving around in your luxury car by your personal driver, Hyun-Ju loves to have conversations with you even if they don’t always stay appropriate for a employee and a employer.

𐙚 • Don’t even get me started on the whole disguises. If you insist on doing makeup on her to add to her disguise she wouldn’t even refuse since she likes the calming experience of you doing her makeup. It even more fun to do a raiding of your closet for clothes that would make you blend in more. Especially when it turns into a whole walkway show of you presenting one outfit after another.

𐙚 • On a more serious note, Hyun-Ju can become protective over you quickly if a situation was to escalate and you accidentally or purposely put yourself in harms way. When situations like this happen Hyun-Ju doesn’t care to be gentle with the paparazzi, she will shove them will all her strength if it means she can get you to safety quicker. And once she has, Hyun-Ju will be quick to explain to you how you must be more careful.

𐙚 • Depending on how dangerous the situation got the longer this conversation will be. Especially if you were to dismiss it or try to make it seem as if it wasn’t as serious.

(Reaction to your behavior at first/Handling your silly behavior)

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju will be surprised by your behavior at first. She did suspect that you would act more professional once she came into this position, but she isn’t complaining. Your silly behavior makes her more comfortable around you quicker then expected

𐙚 • When it comes to your occasional teasing Hyun-Ju usually just brushes it off with a small fond smile, sometimes she will get “shy” and subconsciously fidget with her hands if your teasing was more effective that day. That is all when she first starts working for you, but later on in the job she is more confident and comfortable to tease you back

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“Oh come on Hyun-Ju, there’s no need to be so shy!” You shuffled in your seat as you waved from inside your car to the flashing cameras outside. Once your driver finally drove completely away, you looked back to Hyun-Ju with a smirk on your face. “There’s nothing wrong with saying you enjoyed what that fan was saying, I mean how many bodyguards could say they got called hot by their employer’s fans?”

You leaned forward to get a better look at Hyun-Ju’s face, wanting to be sure that you weren’t making her uncomfortable or if she had shown any signs of wanting you to stop. Thankfully you were met with the sight of a small shy smile on her face alongside a showing of redness on her cheeks.

Hyun-Ju started twisting her index finger as she shook her head and looked towards you finally, “You are ridiculous, shouldn’t you be more worried over the fact your fans almost went out of control back there?”

You shrugged as you scooted closer to Hyun-Ju, resting your head on her shoulder as you stretched out your legs. Tired from the amount of walking you had just done and the amount of flashing cameras in your face just moments ago was starting to take effect on your eyesight.

“Why would I be? That’s what fans do, plus I have a hot bodyguard to worry about and take care of that for me.” Your smile deepened as you felt Hyun-Ju’s breath hitch and her head turning the best it could to look down at you.

After a couple of beats of silence, a giggle-filled it in, it was Hyun-Ju’s. “I swear you make me consider if my position is truly the best or not every day,” amusement was laced all over her voice. Her hand hovered over your side as the vehicle went over a bump.

You decided to just roll your eyes and leave the conversation at that, but suddenly an idea came into your head. Snapping your head upwards to look at Hyun-Ju — who was looking at you almost immediately once you started moving again — your finger pointing at her as you vocalized your idea excitedly.

“I should pull a Lady Gaga and have you sing over some lyrics on a song!” You didn’t even need to explain what that meant since Hyun-Ju seemed to get it immediately. Her eyes disappeared completely as she rolled them into the back of her head, a small dramatic groan coming out of her throat.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.”

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𐙚 • Now if your teasing was to lean more towards the flirtatious side it causes a whole different reaction out of Hyun-Ju.

𐙚 • In her past career she likely never experienced this type of behavior. So she will be pretty confused at first and worry if your words would make it seem like your favor her more. Which wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t have other bodyguards that could find an issue in this.

𐙚 • She’ll slowly guide the conversation into a different direction when you started to teases her, or just completely go quiet in hopes you would switch to another topic yourself

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju wouldn’t necessarily dislike your behavior but she definitely gets concerned of possible problems arising between her and her co-workers. But after she notice that they don’t care over the favoring and how they are also amused by watching you and her interact, she will start to react back to you more

𐙚 • Probably not going as far as to flirt back but she will sometimes playfully cover your mouth or make you remember something embarrassing you did just to get the same reaction out of you

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Overall Hyun-Ju would be a great bodyguard and would gladly protect you. Even though she might joke about disliking her position, she truly is grateful for you and will not trade this job for any other. Not only because of the good pay, but because she has grown quite a great attachment towards you, and she’ll do anything to keep your relationship strong.