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the forest floor is thick with moss and fallen leaves, muffling your footsteps as you lead the way.

behind you, wonwoo's breathing is heavy, labored—each step a battle won through sheer willpower

the walking stick sinks into the soft earth with every plant, his knuckles white around the worn wood.

the camping bag is strapped across his chest and back, bouncing with each uneven stride, but his eyes never leave you.

"you're doing so well," you call back over your shoulder, voice light and encouraging "just a little further, baby. I promise it's worth it."

he grunts in response, too winded for words. his thighs burn, his shoulders ache, and there's a stitch forming in his side that screams for him to stop.

but you're right there, swaying your hips as you walk, casting glances back at him with that mischievous sparkle in your eyes, and he'd crawl through hell itself if you asked him to

"how... much further?" he manages, pausing to brace himself against a tree.

you turn fully, walking backward, giving him a full view of your body in those tight hiking shorts. "not far. you can make it. i know you can."

he groans, pushes off the tree, and follows.

the sound hits him first—a distant rumble growing louder with every step.

then the air changes, cooling, carrying a fine mist that clings to his skin. amd then you stop, parting a curtain of hanging vines, and he sees it.

the waterfall cascades down a cliff of dark rock, plunging into a crystal-clear pool that catches the dappled sunlight like scattered diamonds.

the water is impossibly blue, surrounded by ferns and wildflowers, a secret paradise hidden in the heart of the forest.

"beautiful," he breathes.

But before he can say more, you're already moving.

your shirt comes off in one fluid motion, then your shorts you kick off your shoes, peel down your underwear, and stand before him completely bare, skin glowing in the golden light filtering through the canopy.

he forgets how to breathe.

you walk into the water without a backward glance, the surface rippling around your ankles, your knees, your thighs. The water reaches your waist, and you turn to face him, droplets clinging to your breasts, your nipples peaked from the cool temperature.

your hair floats around your shoulders like dark silk.

"you coming?" you ask, and your voice is honey and sin.

he drops everything. the stick clatters to the ground. the camping bag falls with a heavy thud. his clothes are torn off with none of the grace he usually possesses—shirt over his head, pants kicked away, underwear abandoned in the moss.

he wades in after you, the cold water a shock against his heated skin, but he doesn't care.

he reaches you in three long strides, and his hands find your waist, pulling you against him. he water sloshes around your bodies, and he's already leaning down, capturing your lips in a kiss that's equal parts desperation and devotion.

his tongue slides against yours, tasting the sweetness of your mouth, and you melt into him.

"I take it you like the surprise," you murmur against his lips.

ne laughs, breathless, pulling back just enough to look at you. Water streams down your face, your shoulders, your tits. The droplets catch on your nipples, and his gaze drops, hungry, appreciative.

"you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he says, voice rough. "and I'm going to make you feel so good for bringing me here."

his hand slides down your stomach, fingers trailing through the water, until they find the heat between your thighs.

he circles your clit with practiced ease, and you gasp, clutching his shoulders for support.

the water makes everything slick, sensitive, each touch amplified.

"wonwoo," you whimper.

"i know," he breathes, kissing your neck. "i've got you."

he sinks a finger inside you, then two, curling them just right. your head falls back, a moan escaping your lips, and he watches your face with rapt attention—the way your eyes flutter closed, the way your mouth parts, the way your hips roll against his hand.

"that's it," he coaxes. "let go for me. let the water carry you."

the combination of the cool water, his warm body pressed against yours, and the relentless rhythm of his fingers pushes you higher.

your orgasm builds slowly, a deep, rolling wave, and when it breaks, you cry out his name, your walls clenching around his fingers as he works you through it.

he holds you as you tremble, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, your lips. When you finally open your eyes, he's smiling at you, soft and adoring.

"thank you," he whispers. "for this. for everything."

you smile back, still catching your breath. "we're not done yet."

later, as the sun begins to dip below the treeline, you emerge from the forest into a small clearing. and there it is—a rustic cabin, nestled among the pines, smoke curling from the chimney as if welcoming you home.

you turn to look at Wonwoo, and he's already looking at you, the same thought reflecting in both your eyes.

without a word, you take his hand. he laces his fingers through yours.

The knock on the door came at 2:13 a.m.

by the time officer choi seungcheol stepped inside your dimly lit living room, the tension between you was already thick enough to taste.

you sat on the wide leather couch, legs crossed, dark red silk robe barely holding itself together. every time you shifted, the fabric whispered against your skin and slipped a little further off your shoulder, teasing the soft swell of your breast.

seungcheol tried to remain professional. he really did. but his eyes kept dragging over your body.

he cleared his throat and pulled out a small notepad.

“mrs. ___,” he started, voice deep and steady, “i’m going to need you to walk me through tonight. from the beginning.”

you swirled the wine in your glass and smiled faintly.

“of course, officer. where would you like me to start?”

“your husband was found in his office just after midnight. blunt force trauma to the head. neighbors reported hearing raised voices around 9 p.m. can you tell me what that argument was about?”

you leaned back, letting the robe slip another inch.

“the usual. money. his wandering hands. my refusal to keep looking the other way while he embarrassed me in public. married people fight, officer choi. it doesn’t mean i killed him.”

seungcheol’s eyes narrowed. he leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

“no one said anything about killing. i just find it strange that you seem… calm. most wives would be crying. shaking. you’re drinking wine like it’s any other night.”

you tilted your head, letting your gaze linger on his broad shoulders and the way his uniform stretched across his chest.

“would tears make you feel better, officer? would they convince you i’m innocent?” you took a slow sip, then added softly, “or are you hoping i’m guilty?”

his jaw flexed. he looked away for a second, then back at you.

“where were you between 9 and 11 p.m.?”

“home. i took a long bath. poured myself this wine. tried to forget how loud he could get when he was angry.”

“alone?”

“unfortunately.” you uncrossed your legs slowly, the robe falling open just enough to show you were bare underneath. “very alone.”

seungcheol’s gaze dropped. he stared longer than he should have, throat working as he swallowed. when his eyes finally lifted, they were darker.

“the statue in his office… the one missing a piece. you know anything about that?”

you smiled sweetly.

“it was ugly anyway. he liked expensive, ugly things.”

the room felt hotter. the grandfather clock ticked louder.

seungcheol stood up and walked closer, stopping just in front of you.

“you’re not afraid of me at all, are you?”

“should i be?” you rose slowly until your bodies were nearly touching. “or should i be more afraid of how much you keep looking at me instead of asking real questions?”

he exhaled sharply.

“you’re playing a dangerous game, mrs. ___.”

you reached up and lightly brushed a finger along his tie.

“i think you like it.”

that was all it took.

seungcheol grabbed your waist and pulled you against him, mouth crashing into yours with months of pent-up frustration.

his hands were rough, sliding under the silk robe and pushing it off your shoulders until it pooled at your feet. he groaned at the feeling of your bare skin, palming your ass and squeezing your breast as he walked you backwards toward the couch.

“fuck… you’ve been teasing me this whole time,” he growled against your mouth. “sitting here like a fucking dream while i’m supposed to be investigating you.”

you moaned softly, tugging at his belt.

“then investigate me properly, officer.”

he cursed and pushed you down onto the couch. in seconds he was on his knees, spreading your thighs wide and burying his face between them. his tongue dragged slowly from your entrance to your clit, tasting every inch of you before he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth.

“officer—” you gasped, back arching, fingers burying in his dark hair.

he ate you like a starving man — messy, greedy, and relentless. two thick fingers pushed deep inside you, curling against that spot that made you see stars while his tongue flicked fast and hard over your clit. your thighs shook around his head.

he didn’t stop even when your moans turned into broken cries, sucking harder until you came hard on his tongue, soaking his mouth and chin.

but he kept going, licking you through it, drawing out every shiver until you were whimpering.

when he finally pulled back, his lips were glossy. he stood up, quickly unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down. his cock sprang free — thick, heavy, and leaking. he stroked it slowly while staring down at your dripping pussy.

“turn around. bend over the couch.”

you obeyed, gripping the back of the couch as he lined himself up. he rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down your folds, teasing your clit until you were pushing back against him desperately.

then he thrust in deep in one stroke, stretching you open.

“fuck— so tight,” he groaned, gripping your hips hard. “this pussy is going to ruin me.”

he started fucking you with deep, powerful strokes, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the mansion. every thrust made your breasts bounce and pulled filthy moans from your throat.

he leaned over you, lips brushing your ear.

“tell me the truth,” he rasped, still pounding into you. “you killed him, didn’t you? smashed that statue over his head while he was yelling at you?”

you clenched hard around his cock.

“yes—” you moaned. “and i’d do it again.”

“fuck,” seungcheol snarled, slamming into you harder. “such a dirty little murderer. letting the cop investigating you fuck you raw the same night.”

his hand slipped around to rub your clit in tight circles. your second orgasm hit you like lightning — legs shaking violently, pussy pulsing around his thick length as you cried out his name.

seungcheol followed with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and filling you with hot, thick ropes of cum. he kept thrusting through it, pushing his release deeper inside you.

for a long moment, only heavy breathing and the ticking clock filled the room.

he stayed buried inside you, chest pressed to your back, pressing lazy kisses along your shoulder.

“this never happened,” he whispered, voice rough.

you smiled and squeezed around him.

“of course not, officer… i have no idea how my husband died.”

he chuckled darkly and kiss your shoulder.

“liar.” he slowly pulled out, watching his cum drip down your thighs with dark fascination. then he turned you around and kissed you again, slower, deeper.

his hand gently cupped your jaw.

“you know i’ll have to come back tomorrow for a follow-up.”

you ran your fingers through his messy hair and smiled.

“good. i’ll be waiting… with more wine and fewer answers.”

seungcheol’s eyes darkened again as he tucked himself back into his pants.

“dangerous woman.”

you leaned in and whispered against his lips,

“you have no idea, officer choi.”

The knock on your door came again the next night.

you weren’t expecting him so soon. your heart jumped when you opened the door to find officer choi seungcheol standing there in the same uniform, looking more tired and more dangerous than the night before.

“officer,” you said softly, stepping aside to let him in. “back already?”

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he stepped inside, closed the door, and locked it. his eyes scanned the hallway before landing on you — dark red silk robe, bare feet, wine glass in hand like always.

“we need to talk,” he said, voice low. “now.”

you led him upstairs to the master bedroom, the one you used to share with your husband.

the room still carried the faint scent of his cologne, which made your stomach twist. seungcheol followed you silently, his heavy footsteps echoing behind you.

once inside, you turned to face him.

“what’s wrong? you look… different tonight.”

seungcheol reached into his jacket and pulled out a clear evidence bag. inside was the rest of the broken marble statue — the larger piece you’d hidden in the garden yesterday.

your blood ran cold.

“how did you—”

“i went back to the scene this morning for a second sweep,” he said, placing the bag on the dresser. “found this buried under some soil. you didn’t do a good enough job hiding it.”

you stared at the bag, shock freezing your tongue for a few seconds. your fingers tightened around the wine glass.

“are you… arresting me?” you whispered, voice barely audible.

seungcheol looked at you for a long moment. then he walked over to the marble fireplace in the corner of the bedroom, took the statue piece out of the bag, and smashed it hard against the stone hearth. it shattered into smaller fragments.

your lips parted in disbelief.

“seungcheol… what are you doing?”

he didn’t stop. he gathered the pieces and threw them into the fire that was already crackling low. the marble began to blacken as the flames licked over it.

“i’m helping you,” he said simply, turning to face you. his expression was unreadable. “no fingerprints. no weapon. no case.”

you took a shaky step back, heart hammering.

“why? you’re a cop. this could end your career. why would you risk everything for me?”

he walked closer until he was right in front of you. his hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip.

“because when i stood in that office yesterday and saw the way he had destroyed everything around him… i knew what kind of man he was. and when i looked at you — calm, beautiful, relieved — i knew what kind of woman you are.” his voice dropped. “you survived him. and i’m not going to let the system punish you for it.”

you were genuinely shocked. your eyes stung with unexpected tears as you searched his face.

“you believe me? just like that?”

“i believe you,” he murmured. “and i want you. even if it makes me a terrible cop.”

the weight of his words hit you hard. you grabbed his uniform shirt and pulled him into a fierce kiss, pouring all your shock, relief, and hunger into it.

seungcheol groaned against your mouth, backing you up until your legs hit the edge of the large king bed.

“i still can’t believe you’re doing this for me,” you whispered between kisses, fingers frantically undoing his buttons.

“believe it.” he pushed the silk robe off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

his hands roamed over your naked body, squeezing your breasts, sliding down your waist. “now get on the bed.”

you climbed onto the mattress, watching hungrily as he stripped off his uniform.

his body was even better than you imagined — broad chest, strong arms, thick thighs, and a heavy cock already hard and leaking for you.

seungcheol crawled over you, spreading your legs wide. he kissed down your body slowly, taking his time to suck on your nipples until they were swollen and sensitive, then moving lower until his mouth hovered over your pussy.

“so wet already,” he groaned. “all this because a cop is helping you cover up murder?”

“yes,” you moaned, hips lifting toward his mouth.

he licked a long, slow stripe up your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth. two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling perfectly while he ate you like he was addicted.

your moans filled the bedroom, getting louder as he worked you closer and closer.

“seungcheol— fuck— i’m going to—”

“cum for me, baby.”

your orgasm crashed over you hard. your back arched, thighs shaking around his head as you cried out his name. he kept licking you through it, gentler now, until you were trembling and breathless.

he moved up your body and kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you felt the thick head of his cock rubbing against your soaked entrance.

“look at me,” he ordered.

your eyes met his as he slowly pushed inside you, stretching you open inch by inch. the feeling was overwhelming — so full, so deep.

“fuck… you feel perfect,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck.

he started moving, deep and steady at first, then harder. the bed creaked beneath you as he fucked you into the mattress, one hand pinning your wrist above your head while the other gripped your thigh.

“tell me again,” he rasped between thrusts. “tell me you’re glad he’s gone.”

“i’m glad,” you moaned, legs wrapping around his waist. “i’m so fucking glad. and i’m yours now.”

seungcheol’s hips snapped harder, pounding into you with wet, filthy sounds.

“that’s right. you’re mine. no one else touches you. no one else investigates you. just me.”

your second orgasm hit you suddenly, pussy clenching tight around his cock as you gasped his name.

seungcheol groaned loudly, thrusting deep a few more times before he came hard inside you, filling you with thick, hot spurts.

he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily, skin slick with sweat.

after a while, he rolled to the side and pulled you against his chest, still buried inside you.

“you’re really not going to turn me in?” you whispered, tracing a finger over the tiny scar on his eyebrow.

seungcheol kissed your forehead.

“no. we’re going to make this look like a break-in gone wrong. and you’re going to play the grieving widow perfectly.” he smirked. “think you can handle that?”

you smiled against his chest, squeezing around his cock.

“i’ve been playing roles my whole marriage. this one will be easy… especially with you helping me rehearse every night.”

he chuckled darkly, already hardening again inside you.

“then we should practice more. starting now.”

you kissed him slowly, whispering against his lips,

the sun was blazing over the resort pool, but it did nothing to warm the sulky cloud hanging over you.

you lay stretched out on the sunbed in your sleek black bikini, the one that hugged every curve like it was custom-made for trouble. your phone rested on your stomach, screen dark for the tenth time that hour.

wonwoo’s last text had been a dry “busy with soundcheck, miss you” four hours ago.

sohee dropped into the lounger beside you, cocktail in hand, sunglasses perched on her head.

“okay, spill. you’ve been staring at that phone like it personally betrayed you for three days straight. what did your fiancé do this time?”

you sighed, swirling the straw in your own drink.

“he’s just… short. one-word answers. voice notes that end in two seconds. i know the tour’s exhausting, but I’m starting to feel like an afterthought.”

sohee smirked, that dangerous little smile she got when an evil plan was forming.

“men are so predictable. especially when they’re away and think they have everything under control.”

she leaned in, lowering her voice even though no one was around. “send him a picture. right now. you in this bikini. view once. make it impossible for him to ignore.”

you blinked. “sohee—”

“trust me. he’ll either reply like a normal human or book the next flight. probably both. they act all cool until you remind them what’s waiting at home.”

you chewed your lip, heat crawling up your neck that had nothing to do with the sun.

the bikini did look lethal on you. after a moment of hesitation, you angled your phone, took a few shots arched back, one hand in your hair, sultry half-smile and picked the best one.

View once. Sent.

you tossed the phone aside and tried to act normal. sohee just cackled and clinked her glass against yours.

fifteen minutes later, your phone rang.

wonwoo’s name flashed on the screen.

you answered with a lazy grin. “hello, stranger.”

“baby” his voice was low, a little breathless. “send it again.”

you laughed softly. “oh? the picture’s gone already? That’s crazy.”

“i know you did it on purpose.” He sounded equal parts amused and desperate. “come on. just once more.”

you sat up, enjoying this far too much. “you barely texted me for days, wonwoo. short replies, no calls… and now you’re demanding pictures?” you made a thoughtful hum. “i think compensation is in order.”

“name it.”

your smile widened. “kisses. through the phone, until i say stop.”

there was a half-second pause—then the soft, unmistakable sound of him kissing the speaker. once. teice. slow, deliberate, almost embarrassingly sincere.

he kept going, murmuring between each one, “miss you… want you here… love you…” in that deep, velvet voice that always melted you.

you bit your lip, cheeks burning. “more, convince me you’re sorry.”

he obeyed like a well-trained puppy, kissing the phone again and again without complaint.

on the other side of the world, in the green room backstage, mingyu and seungkwan froze mid-conversation.

wonwoo was sitting on the couch, phone held close to his face, eyes half-closed, repeatedly pressing his lips to the screen with soft little sounds.

mingyu’s water bottle stopped halfway to his mouth.

seungkwan’s eyes went comically wide. “hyung… are you… making out with your phone right now?”

wonwoo didn’t even flinch, too focused. “Shh.”

your voice suddenly floated out from the speaker, playful and teasing. “Keep going and maybe I’ll send you the bikini one again… plus a couple without the bikini this time.”

mingyu choked.

seungkwan let out a scandalized squeak before dissolving into laughter, nearly falling off the arm of the couch. “nude pics?! Yah, keon Wonwoo! in the green room!”

Wonwoo finally lowered the phone, ears bright red, but the tiniest smirk played on his lips. He looked completely unbothered by his members howling at him.

“laugh all you want,” he said calmly, already typing something back to you. “at least I have a fiancée who sends me pictures like that.”

mingyu wheezed. “he’s not even ashamed!”

seungkwan clutched his stomach. “hhe stoic wonwoo hyung is down bad. Someone take a picture—wait, no, he might kiss that one too!”

wonwoo just shook his head, phone already ringing again as he stood up to find a quieter corner. he didn’t care that he was the group’s laughing stock for the rest of the day.

he had you waiting on the other end of the line.