A Place To Keep The Stories I Read

“Come on babe, skate towards me.” He says. His cheeks and nose are red from the cold, but his smile is as warm as always. “There's a reward if you complete the challenge!”

“Is it a kiss?” You ask with a chuckle, more so trying to walk over to him rather than skating. “Because I want one.”

“Uh, it's actually hot chocolate.” Jooyeon replies, sneakily skating backwards slowly in the hope you don't find out. “But I can give you a kiss too!”

After a few tries, you manage to slowly but surely skate towards your boyfriend’s open arms.

As soon as he wraps them around you, he plants a kiss on your lips. “See, you can ice skate!”

“Only when I’m being bribed.” You chuckle, letting go of the hug and lacing your fingers with his. With him by your side, you could skate for a little longer.

About an hour later, you’re glad to be sitting down on the wooden bench near the hot chocolate stand; your feet are hurting and your body is cold.

Jooyeon sits next to you and puts two big cups of hot chocolate in front of the two of you. His has a huge mountain of whipped cream on it, with pink marshmallows. Yours does too.

You grab the gingerbread man cookie he hands you and devour it immediately.

“Damn, if I knew you were this hungry I would have gotten you a pizza slice instead.” Jooyeon says, the look in his eyes is playful but adoring.

“Uhm we can still get pizza at home.” You reply, stealing one of Jooyeon’s marshmallows off his drink.

He nods and takes a big sip of the hot cocoa, the whipped cream leaving a full mustache on his upper lip. He pouts his lips at you. “I think you should kiss this off.”

“I think the fuck not.” You laugh, as you grab a napkin to wipe the whipped cream off his mouth.

-

The rain pattering against the window muffled the busy streets. It was a Saturday in Seoul, meaning the traffic wouldn’t die down until late at night. The air outside was frigid and wet, but you found comfort inside, the heater turned up just enough to feel cozy without a blanket. 

“Yah, its kinda hot in here, isn’t it Gyu?” You pulled on the collar of your sweatshirt and turned your head to face him. He sat on the other end of the small couch, legs stretched and on your lap. 

“A bit I guess, do you want me to turn down the heater?” He questioned, head tilting against the top of the cushion. 

“No, no. That’s okay, it’ll just get cold if you do. I’m gonna go change really quick.” You gently pushed his legs off your lap, making his body turn straight. Mingyu sat up on the couch, sitting normally as he continued watching the show streaming on the TV. 

A few minutes passed, Mingyu felt stupid for feeling this way but he had already begun to miss your company. His fingers itched to have you back in his hold. Nights in were rare for you two, his schedule constantly requiring him to be everywhere at once. Most nights he had off he had somewhere new to be early in the morning, preventing any real quality time together. 

“Y/n-ahhhh,” Mingyu whined. "Where are youuuu?" His head fell back against the couch, feeling more impatient with each second. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He heard your voice grow louder as you walked back towards the living room, your footsteps echoed down the hall as you approached. “Feeling impatient tonight huh?” Your voice was back in the room with him. He opened his eyes and lifted his head off the couch.

“Finally-” his comment was exaggerated but died in his throat once his gaze landed on you. He knew you were changing but he wasn’t expecting you to be wearing such, well, little amount of clothes. Your sweatshirt still hung off your body, but your sweatpants had been replaced by what Mingyu assumed to be the tiniest shorts to ever exist. The shorts covered your ass just enough, but the trim was loose and frilly, exposing the bottom of your cheeks when you walked. You were technically still pretty covered up, which is why you couldn’t understand why Mingyu was looking at you with such a stunned expression. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand either. Mingyu was a 26 year old man, he was no stranger to seeing a woman’s body. Yet the sight of seeing so much leg right in front of him ignited something in his brain. 

You sat back down to his right. Deciding to be a tease, you swung your legs over his lap, scooting closer to his side. Your arms rose to rest on his shoulders, your head falling against his chest as you looked back toward the TV. Mingyu’s right arm wrapped around your back to secure you. His left hand landed on your calf, rubbing up and down to your knee. You sighed, enjoying the contact, and Mingyu found it increasingly hard to concentrate on the plot of the show. His eyes looked down to your leg. He stared at your thighs and his hand slowly ran higher. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he felt you shift. 

“I still feel hot,” you huffed. 

“Why don’t you take off your sweatshirt, baby?” Mingyu rubbed your side. His curiosity piqued when you looked away embarrassed. It clicked in his brain, “Oh. Are you, like, not wearing anything under?” 

“No, I am. I just, I’m not wearing a bra,” your voice quiet at that last part. You continued to look everywhere but at him as you felt his thumb rub the skin on your thigh. “You know, I just- we just never...” You could feel the heat creep up your neck and to your face.

Mingyu wanted to make you feel comfortable, but there wasn’t any choice. He could already imagine what you looked like underneath the sweatshirt and it was sending heat down his body. He should have offered you his shirt, or gone to turn down the heater, but it was too late and he was already thinking with his other head. 

“I know,” he cooed. A slight pout formed on his lips, his eyes opening to feign innocence. “It’s okay, baby.” His right hand was now rubbing the bottom of your thigh, fingertips gracing the hem of your shorts. His other hand toyed with the bottom of your sweatshirt. “Take it off,” he whispered. Your eyes were glued to his as you nodded. Reaching down, you slowly lifted the sweatshirt off your torso. For a moment, it covered your head and your arms were raised to lift it off your shoulders. Mingyu sneaked a glance down and let out a groan at the sight. Your boobs sat beautifully in your top, the low hemline exposing your cleavage. You softly grunted as you tried to untangle your arms from the sleeves, breaking Mingyu from his trance. He helped you get it off and you let out a sigh from the exertion. 

The air was thick. Even though it was just you and Mingyu you felt a million eyes on your body. Mingyu cleared his throat, tearing his eyes away from your chest and looking up to meet your eyes. This was foreign territory for the two of you, but you had to admit that the way he was looking at you was turning you on. There was a hunger in his eyes and it was clear he was trying hard to fight it for your sake. He pulled you close, retaining the previous position you both held. His hand continued stroking your thigh and the urge to cup your ass was tearing him up inside. He had no idea what was going on in the show anymore despite his hard stare at the TV. His right hand slid up and down your waist, coming up higher every time until it was resting over your ribs, right under your boobs.

You let out a shaky breath. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop the torture or to manhandle you like you knew he wanted to. You felt pressure under your thigh and it took a moment for it to register to you that he was growing hard under your legs. Mingyu’s fingers itched to take hold of your breast. To squeeze them and bury his face in between them. His grip on your thigh tightened and he bit his lip hard. 

He shook his head. 

“You should get off me, y/n.” He exhaled, his body attempting to slip from under yours. “We haven’t- I can’t control myself right now. Just sit next to me and gimme a minute.”

You grabbed hold of his bicep. 

“No.”

“No?” He looked at you incredulously. 

“No, yes, wait- just,” you shook your head. Before you could understand what you were doing you shuffled forward and straddled his lap. You held eye contact, testing the waters. He just looked back confused. The two of you had made out before, this wasn’t the first time you’ve ever sat on his lap like this. But never with your boobs pressed up against his chest like this, never with such little fabric separating your body from his. Slowly, you sat down, gasping when you felt his erection press up against your clothed cunt. 

Mingyu’s hands held your waist to steady you, or to press you harder against him. He didn’t know which course of action to take yet. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kissed him. As you leaned into the kiss your clit rubbed over his hard on and you moaned into his mouth. It was like something broke in you. All the waiting, all the desire, all the heat. You started moving back and forth grinding on him. He groaned into the kiss, his grip tightened on your waist in an attempt to stop your movements. Taking hold of the back of his hand, you intertwined your fingers and slid it up your body to cup your right breast. You squeezed over his hand, allowing him to feel you. Mingyu broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours.

“What has gotten into you?” he panted. His mind was foggy. He didn’t want to stop but he wasn’t sure this was the right time for it to be the first time. 

“Please, Gyu,” you whined. A trail of kisses started at his cheek, moving its way down to his adam’s apple. You continued to press his hand against your chest and he could feel you take grasp of his other hand. He knew what was coming so he took hold of your wrist.

“Y/n-”

“Please, Gyu, please,” you continued grinding over his aching cock. He could feel the precum leaking in his boxers. 

“Y/n,” he said sternly this time. It caught your attention. You looked back up at him, eyes desperate. 

“I’m ready, Mingyu. Please, I don’t know what it is. I need you so bad. Just touch me. Please.” 

He stared at you for a moment waiting for you to take it back. To realize this was a mistake. But your breathing just got harder as you tried to move against him. 

“Okay, okay baby,” he whispered. He found his voice, “Come here.”

He pulled you in for a kiss, wasting no time to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced together sending a sensation down both your bodies. Now that you were both on the same page, you took hold of his other hand and moved it to your chest. This time he squeezed on his own accord, relishing in the feeling of your soft skin. His body took over, his hips jerking up to continue grinding against you. He could feel the heat radiating off your core, it made him dizzy.

Kissing down your jaw, he bit at your collar bones, leaving marks down the way. You leaned back, giving him access to your chest. He continued squeezing you, watching as he pushed your tits together and let them drop. Lowering his face to the valey of your breasts, he pushed them together again, losing himself in the feeling of your soft tits suffocating him. 

“Can I?” His fingers came to the neckline of your tank top.

“Please.”

He didn’t hesitate, pulling down your top and letting your breasts spill out over it. 

“Fuck, fuck baby” he muttered grabbing at your bare tits. His index fingers passed over your nipples and you gasped. He watched as they hardened under his touch. Mingyu squeezed your left breast, pushing your nipple up so he could take it into his mouth. He sucked on it feverishly, as if all this time this was exactly where he needed to be. He continued playing with your other breast, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his thumb and finger. He moaned as your hand raked through the hair at the nape of his neck. He released your nipple, moving to the other and giving it kitten licks. Reaching around you, his large hands gripped your ass, pushing you forward and pulling you back over his dick. 

“Ah, Gyu, I need you, please.” You gripped his hair, pulling him away from your tits. 

“Need what, baby?”

“Not now, Gyu. Please,” you whined.

“No, really. I need you to tell me what you need right now.” 

“I need you in me,” you pleaded.

“How do you want me?” He looked at you expectantly. You grew impatient. 

“Fuck, Gyu. Just, take your clothes off. Please.” You got off him quickly, discarding your tank top and pulling down your shorts.Then you stopped. Mingyu threw off his shirt. Before he could take off his shorts he noticed your change in demeanor. You looked nervous, a stark contrast from the you that was just humping him like you were in heat. 

“Baby, you okay?” His eyes grew concerned. You fidgeted. 

“Yeah, yeah. I just-”

“We can stop if you want.” He reassured.

“No, Gyu. I just-”

“Don’t think that we have to keep going just cause we-”

“Mingyu, stop.” He fell silent. “I just, you’ve never seen me naked before. We’ve never done this before. I’ve never done this before. I’m just kinda nervous.”

“And you’re sure you want to keep going?” 

You scoff, “Mingyu, did you see how I was like a minute ago?” He laughed. 

“Fine, fine. Come here.” He reached for your hands, pulling you towards him. 

You stood directly in front of him now. He was at the edge of the couch, his chin rested against your stomach as he looked up at you. His hands snaked up your thighs, sliding over your ass and resting on your hips. 

“Can I take these off, pretty?”

You let out a shaky breath and nodded. Hooking his fingers over the waistband, he slowly dragged down your panties. It felt like time was still as he kissed down your legs. His hand carefully lifted your feet to step out of the garment, tossing it to the side. His lips rose to your stomach, kissing around your belly button and pulling a giggle from you. His hands squeezed your ass and he continued leaving kisses further down until he was right above your pussy. His hand ran down your left thigh, lifting it until it rested on his shoulder. His hand moved toward your inner thigh, closer to your core until he could slide his thumb through your folds. He groaned at the feeling. You were so wet. Your breath caught in your throat, staying there until he leaned forward and licked a stripe from your pussy to your clit. You let out a deep moan, reeling from this new feeling. Mingyu felt like he was drunk, he couldn’t get enough of the taste. His hand spread you open as he went in, licking up and down, only interrupted when he would stop to suck on your clit, loving the way you moaned when he would stay there. A finger prodded at your entrance. He slowly pushed it into you, kissing your clit. He kept his finger buried inside you, curling it towards himself and rubbing the ribbed flesh. You gripped his shoulders for stability, jumping as his long fingers hit a spot you had never been able to. 

You backed away from him. His head lifted up, worried he may have gone too far. 

“Are you okay?” his eyes searched for any signs of discomfort. 

You held his face. 

“I’m fucking amazing but right now I need you in me. I can’t wait anymore.” Your hands reached for the waistband of his shorts, pulling his boxers down with them as he lifted his hips. Your eyebrows lifted for a moment, taking in his naked form. Fuck, he is gorgeous. You finally looked down and your mouth fell open. Fuck, he’s big. 

“Like what you see?” His cockiness took you by surprise, a switch from his previous sweetness. 

“Shut up, Kim,” you retorted, pushing his chest. He fell back against the couch, his arms coming up to rest upon the top of the cushions. You held onto his shoulders, positioning your legs on either side of him. You moaned together as his cock came in contact with your pussy, your wetness spreading over him. You slid yourself back and forth over him, preparing yourself for what was to come. He had had enough. 

Mingyu lifted you up, positioning himself at your entrance and pulled you down, slowly filling you up. You hissed at the stretch, face scrunching as you tried to take him. He had a strong grip on your hips, not wanting you to move too quickly and hurt yourself. He felt your pussy squeeze him the whole way down. Even as he was worried for you, he couldn’t deny how fucking good you felt. With a sigh, he bottomed out in you. 

“Feel alright, baby?” Mingyu stroked your cheek. The sweetness back in his face as he studied yours. 

“It’s tight,” you hissed. Mingyu’s eyebrows furrowed. You kissed in between them. “It feels good, I just need a sec to adjust.” 

“Yeah, of course, baby, anything you need.” He continued to study you, wanting to make your first time as comfortable as he possibly could. His hands rubbed up and down your back, soothing you through the pain. After a moment you lifted yourself up, feeling empty as his cock pulled out of you. Slowly, you let your body slide back down somewhere halfway before lifting yourself up once again. The repetition of emptiness to fullness turned from pain to pleasure as you began to focus on the feeling of him sliding through you. You bounced directly over him and felt strangely mechanical. You huffed out a breath of frustration, needing more but not knowing exactly what. 

“Baby,” Mingyu lifted you out of your thoughts. 

“I don’t know what to do,” you muttered bashfully. With anyone else you would feel embarrassed, but Mingyu looked at you with such care and adoration you couldn't possibly feel that way with him. 

He let out a small chuckle, “Try this.” His hands guided your hips up and towards him as he pulled your back down. He continued to move you in this rotation, noting the way you moaned every time your clit rubbed against his pelvis. 

“Fuck, Gyu, that feels so good.” You were a mess on top of him. Your body taking control as your mind processed these new sensations. Your back arched when he hit a particularly deep spot and Mingyu took it as an opportunity to keep playing with your tits. He sucked a nipple into his mouth as you used him, your tits bouncing in his face. Mingyu’s mind was running a million miles a minute, he rested his forehead against your chest, your boobs bouncing on either side of his head. He had been wrong earlier, this is exactly where he needed to be. 

“God, y/n,” he huffed out, “you’re so tight. Fuck you’re doing so good for me. Driving me crazy.” he shook his head against your chest, trying to hold out. 

“Ungh, Mingyu” you barely got out in between moans, addicted to the feeling of him filling you up. 

He looked up at you and held your face, bringing you down into a kiss. It was sweet, giving you both a moment of reprieve from the intensity of the night. Mingyu pressed his cheek against yours, whispering in your ear.

“Doing so good, baby. Making me feel so good. Keep going, princess. Make yourself come all over me.” His hands were roaming all over your body, taking in how nice it felt to have you on top of him. 

“Min- agh, fuck. Mingyu I’m so close. I can’t,” you struggled. You were close but you couldn’t quite push yourself there. Sensing you were overworked, he lifted your hands from his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck in an embrace. 

“I got you, baby, don’t worry. Just hold on, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make sure you come.” His breaths were ragged. His arms reached around your waist to hold you as he began thrusting up into you. You moaned as he moved even faster than you had been previously. You could only hold onto him as he hammered into you, your body convulsing as it reached its peak. 

“I’m gonna come Mingyu, mmmhm, I can’t hold it in,” you were panting in his ear. 

“Let it go baby, fuck, come all over my cock.” He was struggling to keep himself together. Your pleasure being the only motivation for him to hold his own orgasm back.

With a snap of his hips your body jerked as the pleasure took over. Your mind went blank, only being able to feel pleasure rolling through your body. Moans escaped your mouth as your head fell forward on Mingyu’s shoulder. Your pussy was buzzing, pulsating from your orgasm and tensing from Mingyu’s continued thrusts. Your walls fluttered and squeezed him, the final straw that made the burning heat building in Mingyu’s abdomen release. He stilled as his orgasm took over, his balls clenching when you started bouncing on top of him again, riding out his high. He moaned out your name, cursing under his breath. 

Lifting your head from his shoulder, you looked into his eyes, glossed over and fucked. His hand rubbed your back. 

“You did so good, baby. ‘M so proud of you,” he pouted. You giggled at his dramatics.

Pressing a soft kiss to his lips you sighed, “Thank you, Gyu.” You smiled at him. “We should get cleaned up now huh?” You looked down at your bodies, a sheen of sweat covering the both of you. His gaze followed yours, looking at your connected bodies. 

“Yeah, we should. But let's stay here for a bit.” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a hug against him, “I don’t wanna leave you yet.” 

You nuzzled your head against his, listening to his steadying breath and the rain against the window.

honestly I feel like he’d be down for it! we love a supportive boyfriend who’s willing to do anything to please his lover!

lets say you two were in a heated make out session, tongues fighting for dominance and heavily breathing into each others mouth. your mind however couldn’t stop thinking about how his pretty nose kept bumping into yours! he’d then pull away and kiss down your neck leaving marks, his nose tickling your skin. yeah sure you love his mouth, but the only thing on your mind right now is how the tip of his nose presses into your skin so nicely. it leaves you wondering just how would it feel inside of you.

“hey seungmin,” you’re squeezing his biceps. he’s humming a response, still kissing at your neck. he’s peeking at you through his messy bangs. you look away for a second, contemplating on whether or not you should ask him. he’s always down to try anything new plus if it’s an issue you two respect each others boundaries.

“mm…nevermind.” he’s raising an eyebrow at you, but you don’t catch it as he travels lower, lifting your shirt over your head and kissing down your navel to your jeans. he’s eagerly unbuttoning them, pulling them down by the belt hooks along with your panties. his breath fans your cunt, encouraging butterflies in your stomach as his tongue darts straight down to your clit.

you’re quick to grab at his hair, softly tugging at it as his tongue laps at you clit. before you know it he’s moving down to your hole, the tip of his nose burying itself on your clit, providing you with the right amount of pressure as his tongue dives in and out of you. you’re moaning loudly, the newfound interest pulling your thoughts away. seungmins hands come up to spread your shaky legs that nearly crushed his head.

“seungmin,” your shaky voice comes out weak already, pulling his hair up to look at you. he’s looking at you innocently, as if he wasn’t ravishing you just a second ago.

“do…do you think i can ride your nose?” the question takes him a few seconds to process. the silence is held for too, you’re starting to panic. you’re shaking your head, embarrassment creeping up your neck to your cheeks.

“never mind i-its fine-“ you’re cut off with seungmin grabbing your hips, him falling backwards so that you’re hovering right above his torso. you’re gasping in surprise, having to catch your balance in order to not fall all the way on top of him. you’re eyeing him from above, him raising an eyebrow with nothing but seriousness on his face.

“well,” he pauses, “you gonna get to it?”

you don’t need to be told twice. you’re shuffling so that your knees are right next to his ears, your core hovering right above his nose. you look down at him to shoot a questioning look at him but he’s too busy eyeing your cunt thats just a few inches away from his eyes.

you’re hesitant, but is slowly being pulled down by seungmin’s squeezing onto your hips, until the tip of his nose sinks inside of your hole. you find yourself throwing your head back, eyes squeezing themselves closed. your thighs start to shake at the sudden sensation, hand falling forwards onto the headboard. you look down at him again, his eyes watching you get lost in the pleasure.

you lift off a bit before moving back down, getting into the rhythm quickly. seungmin’s gripping your hips to keep you steady as you grind yourself back and forth, your clit grinding deliciously onto the bridge of his nose.

you’re making a mess of seungmin below you. your juices spread across his face and he’s breathing from his mouth, the air slowly becoming suffocating, but he’s not complaining as his hands grab at your ass, helping you move and urging you to continue to please yourself.

okay i seriously need to stop getting lost in the sauce 😭😭 but thank you again love 🫶 ofc i love requests so come back anytime! i tried to fulfill it the best that i can so i hope you enjoy!!

꩜ G. GUNIL

↳ princess, darling

we’ve already established gunil calls you princess when he’s praising you but guys come on YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN CALLS DOESNT CALL HIS S/O DARLING OR. i feel like gunil is a little bit old school so darling would be right behind princess. loves spoiling his significant other, and because i’m delulu whenever he buys you something he’ll slip in a little “good choice darling :).”

extra(s): sunshine (definitely saying it’s bc of good morning sunshine ), baby, honey

꩜ K. JUNGSU

↳ angel, sweetheart

BIG BIG BIGGGGG angel and sweetheart guy. i can imagine when you too are having a date day, you and jungsu are holding hands while taking a troll around an amusement park. when you two go into a gift shop and he tells you “get anything you want angel.” and when you two are on a ride, he sees you’re obviously nervous and takes your hand in his, saying “don’t worry sweetheart, i got you.” (ignoring that one rtw episode)

extra(s): love bug, sweetie

꩜ K. JISEOK

↳ my girl, dreamgirl

i’ve discussed this before in my gamer bf!gaon, he calls his s/o my girl whenever he’s talking about you to his friends, he’s a lil possessive but he loves showing you off whenever he gets the chance :,). besides that, if you two are cuddling and talking about the timeline of your rl (you two would do this a whole bunch) he’d refer to you as his dreamgirl, and he’ll call you it for the rest of the week.

extra(s): babe, baby, princess

꩜ O. SEUNGMIN

↳ cutie, beautiful

seungmin definitely loves to worship and praise his lover like i do not know how much i can stress this like have you seen this man’s bubble account? definitely knows how to cheer you up when you’re feeling down, “what’s wrong cutie? do you need anything?” AHHHHHH and likes calling you beautiful when because it gets you all flustered and he loves it.

extra(s): doll, sweetheart, lovely

꩜ H. HYEONGJUN

↳ pretty, flower

hyeongjun is such a sweetie omg :,(. likes to take cute little pictures of his s/o on a digital camera to save every single memory that you two share. “do another pose for me, pretty.” “come on pretty, let’s go.” it has you kicking your feet inside. it’ll really have you kicking your feet when he takes a picture of you and he call you his “pretty flower.”

extra(s): babe, your own name (he loves it sm :,))

꩜ L. JOOYEON

↳ my love, hun

like jiseok, i can imagine jooyeon being possessive but chill at the same time, so when he is affectionate it surprises you. since you guys see each other only about three times a week, so when he picked you up in an embrace whenever you see each other, “it’s been too long, my love.” and it’s only been a few days, it catches you way off guard. he’d intentionally stare into your eyes, down at your lips, then back into your eyes while you’re talking and it’d make you stutter, in which he smiles and asks, “you okay, hun?”

extra(s): my lady, babe, your own name

You strictly follow all of the instructions you read on the internet - you massage the hot oil into the skin using circular strokes to reduce tension, and you work the neck, shoulders and upper back first before moving onto larger parts such as arms, legs and lower back. Judging by his blissful state, you're doing something right.

“You did so well today.” You lean a bit as you straddle Jooyeon's hips, letting your hands slide down his back before going up again. At this point, they’re almost burning from the natural oil as you keep rubbing it into his soft skin. “Feeling a bit better now?”

He almost didn’t hear your mellow voice since he’s so close to falling asleep.

“Yeah, thanks, baby.” He murmurs. Keeping his eyes shut, he focuses on your body movements on top of him, and the temperature that’s only rising higher. “I’ve recorded some of it so we’ll see how I feel about it after I watch it.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself.” You say as you keep your voice low before grabbing the bottle next to you. You spill some oil in your palm and resume to free him from all pressure. “You’re improving every day, enjoy the process.”

Jooyeon’s face frowns for a second when you press against one spot at his left shoulder, but quickly forms a lazy smile once he hears your words.

“Wise princess.” He comments slowly. “Baby, this is so hot.”

Your hands slow down the pace until they stop completely on his waist before you move to kneel on the mattress.

“The oil…” He adds, still sounding half-asleep. “It’s too hot.”

“That’s the point, Joo.” You explain with a cheeky smile, amused at your own assumptions. “You can turn around now.” You playfully pat his butt and watch him struggle to flip on his back.

The towel underneath him messes up and the sheets are now getting stained from the oil as he gets comfortable, but you decide to ignore that. You lay eyes on him as he rests one hand on his forehead after running it through his chestnut colored hair. It’s a mess, but it only makes him even more enjoyable to stare at. His knuckles are still a bit bruised with reddish hues you’ve already kissed multiple times.

“Is this supposed to burn?” He asks slightly opening his eyes with comedic suspicion.

“Just a little,” you reply after straddling his lap again. The material of his sports shorts creates muffled sounds beneath you as you adjust. “But you’re mostly just being dramatic.”

“No, I kinda like it actually.” He smirks, but just a second later his lips part in a gasp that doesn’t come out as your palms slowly start to travel up his chest. They slowly close together when you reach for his neck. “Mmm..”

Your touch roams around, wet and hot; so warm that he’s convinced there’s no place in his body that isn’t burning up right now. He stays with eyes shut, enjoying the unfamiliar sensation, the powerful earthy scent that makes his brain fuzzy.

Your fingertips brush over his nipples and you finally see a reaction from him when your thumbs tease them with one or two circling motions.

“Miss,” he speaks out, centring his head so he can look at you, “is this a part of the procedure?”

You grin at the playful spark in his eye. His cheeks have earned a cute pink blush and he looks so attractive you cannot look away.

“I do it for special clients only,” you tease back, and to make sure you’re sensing it right… you grind against the stiff bump beneath your crotch which causes his smirk to grow with zero shame. “Really, baby?”

“If you were a guy getting a massage from your hot girlfriend you’d get hard too.”

Your hands don’t stop gliding around as you tease each other. The oils are soaking into his heated skin and the effects are obvious to you, but you’re not sure if they’re obvious to Jooyeon. The comforting fragrance in the room in addition to the hot stimulation lingering on his body, spread by your two loving hands turns him on.

Excitement flutters in your tummy as you realise you just found a new interesting way to have fun with him.

He still doesn’t have a clue about it, even while looking at your sly smile.

You lean into his flushed face and press your lips against his which he separates right away to accept your tongue. Subconsciously or not, his hips shift beneath you and the friction against his semi hard on makes him groan into the kiss. The warmth in his flesh, and the warmth radiating from your fingers that wrap around his wrists to keep his hands above his head is still strong and electrifying.

Not long after, you back away and he whines quietly at the sudden separation, but once you pull down his pants he grins approvingly at what’s going through your mind.

Usually he’d say something, something dirty or teasing, but judging by the tiredness that's covering his face and making his eyes heavy, he remains silent for now. He rests his head against the pillows and lets you do whatever you want.

With a good amount of oil on your hands you explore the area around his now full erection; you make his lower abdomen glistening, you take your time caressing his inner thighs which at one moment causes him to breathe more heavily.

His senses are so tingling; extra heightened by every light scratching of your nails as you graze them up and down. The heat is radiating all around his cock, but the thrill feels like it’s shooting right through his core.

His cock twitches, and he finally gives you a look.

“Baby, come on…” His voice leaves his dry mouth with a small whiny note. “Stop teasing me, baby.”

You laugh at his desperate sigh, and after giving his pretty panting mouth one last look, you lock fingers around his length and slowly tug at it while his turn into tight fists clenching at the bedsheets.

Sound of relief slips through his soft lips as your damped hand hugs his erection. There’s still some slippery texture left on your skin making each tug effortless and so slick; so lewd sounding too. Jooyeon cannot resist the urge to moan already. The pleasure invaded his body too quickly making him rock-hard in your palm.

“Shit—“ he gasps although you’re still twirling your hand around slowly; the strokes are perfectly firm and smooth, coming through a sensual pace. He’s never felt this good before. This is some type of numbing pleasure. His voice rises despite his exhaustion, provoked by your other palm squeezing his balls gently. “Fuck—“

You let go with a chuckle, and Jooyeon’s sleepy eyes look down with disappointment. But he doesn’t complain, he drops his head back into the cushion, breathing excitedly. One of his hands gets a hold of the sheets again.

“How are you feeling? Is it too much?”

You lean down, placing a kiss under his bellybutton. He’s gotten so sensitive that even this small touch makes his tummy clench. Even your breathing so close to his skin stimulates him further.

“Like I’m going to cum.” He murmurs and his closed eyes start to squeeze harder when your nails begin to move up and down his thighs again. These super light lines that drive him crazy. “Please, please, no more of this…” He grabs one of your hands to stop it.

At the same time, his hips jerk up, thrusting into nothing. He chuckles at himself too when he hears your giggles, but solely out of desperation.

“No more of what?” You continue to edge him, but with words. “What do you want, pretty boy? Say it.”

You keep your hands still, but your eyes are constantly moving between his gaze and his parted lips.

“I want to cum, baby, soo bad,” he guides your hand to his cock, and you let him. “Please, make me cum, I really need you.” His hand presses yours against him, his hips shift upward again, but this time he really feels something, and it makes him groan despite it not being as strong as he needs. "However you want," he adds weakly and glances at your little shorts so quickly you almost missed it.

But you didn't.

The oil is starting to do its thing and Jooyeon feels how his erection warms up as you push the head of his cock against your clit. The nicely scented moisture is smeared along your folds and his length glides between them perfectly, making you feel good too.

His body is completly still, his attention stays on your fingers that are holding him pressed against your pussy. The only movement is the one of his teeth biting on his lip as your hips move sensually, pushing him closer to the edge with each following rub. That's when he's not moaning how hot you are, making you want to peek at his face where droplets of sweat are glistening on his forehead. You notice his neck is starting to sweat too.

“Fuck—“

His eyes roll back.

While pressing his head against the pillow the veins of Jooyeon's glistening neck become more evident than before. You can see them up close once you let your body fall forward in order to rub yourself against him better. The view waters your mouth as you remain focused on moving your hips.

You haven't quicken the pace at all. You don't want to and you don't need to. You both want to cum like this - slowly, with flushed bodies sticking to each other and warm like the sun; while the pure aroma in the air comforts your senses and the pleasure of each brush of your clit along Jooyeon's hard length gets you both high.

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“did my princess just cum?” gunil smiles, running fingers up your thighs. “just from the tip, really baby?” he finds you so cute in this moment - so needy, vulnerable and sensitive to his touch. “don’t worry about it, darling… all i want is for you to feel good,” he leaves a kiss on your knee. “that’s why i’ll keep going, okay?” his hips move forward, letting you now to take all of him

♡ jiseok/gaon

he will use it as a tool to punish or tease you

he would definitely slam his dick all the way to your sweet spot after you cum from his tip. after all, this is one of the hottest things you’ve ever done, and you deserve another orgasm, except…

when jiseok is in a good mood he teases you by not giving you his cock right away, when he’s in a bad mood cause he’s annoyed with you - he punishes you by not giving you his cock at all

you’re trying to get your boyfriend’s attention, while he’s playing a video game on the computer after a fight. he’s been trying to avoid you in another room, while his nerves calm down, but you cannot wait any further, so you sit on top of his desk and talk. he doesn’t give signals that he’s comprehending or even listening to your words, until he suddenly takes off his headset, and strikes you with a cold stare. you rub your thighs together nervously, cause you know what this gaze means - he’s told you multiple times before to not sit like this on his work desk, and you forgot once again. you’re just about to move when he stands up, positioning himself between your legs. “if you want to get your cunt fucked just say so, no need to try so hard,” he eyes your little shorts and freshly done pedicure

everything after this is a blur - you’re kissing furiously with lewd sounds and lots of spit dripping from your chin. you’re still on the desk, but with no underwear, meanwhile jiseok is stroking his cock, watching you drool impatiently at the sight. your fingertips squeeze eagerly your own thighs, because the waiting to feel him inside you drags on a little too much. “what’s up with the sad face? not having fun?” he grins, as his fist moves up and down his length. you mewl how you need him to feel you up, lowering your hand to your clit, which he immediately shoves away. “bad girls don’t get filled up, sweetheart, they only get to watch” he throws his head back, jerking faster. “but here, i’ll let you have a little bit” he slides his flushed tip through your wet entrance, holding back a moan when your walls immediately attempt to suck him in

and that’s exactly what you do. with his tip, warming up your desperate hole, you watch him jacking off, and groaning against your sweating face. you chew your mouth, resisting the need to make noise, as a burning knot forms in your tummy. you don’t want to amuse him even more, but the quicker he fists the rest of his cock, the harder his tip bumps your walls making it difficult to stay quiet. he leans with one hand on the wall behind you, meanwhile you give in to the feeling. you arch your back, as euphoria flows through your veins. jiseok cusses under his breath, as he realises what’s happening, “are you fucking cummin’ right now? seriously, you’re driving me crazy,” he shakes his head in disbelief. he’s so conflicted right now - frustrated that his plan completely failed, but also feeling butterflies in his stomach. he waits for your orgasm to wind down, so he can pull out, and paint your stomach

he finds it unbelievably hot that you managed to reach your high just from his tip, but he really wanted to tease you some more. he was in the mood to have you beg

♡ seungmin/o.de

he will not let you forget about it

cumming from the tip for some may be not big of a deal, but for seungmin is, and he’ll find a way to make this unforgettable for you. he’d mess with you at first, making you pay for finishing so soon, by sucking his cock, and letting him fuck you over the cold counter, but the truth is - he’s obsessed with what just happened. multiple orgasms is one of his kinks, and he loves getting them in different ways from you, especially when he’s least expecting it

it feels longer, but it’s actually been minutes since seungmin came home and you begged him to fuck you. he didn’t even get around to taking his jeans off

he puts you on top of the kitchen counter, eyeing you with his cocky smirk, that’s completely enough to make you wet. while he slides his erection between your slick lips, you unbutton half of his shirt to gaze at his pretty chest. the feeling of his tip moving up and down makes your tummy swirl, and your jaw suddenly drops when he inserts it in your hole without a warning. he grins at the quick way your expression changes from one to another. “surprised? thought you wanted me to fuck you, baby.. have you changed your mind?” he pulls the tip out so quickly, just when you started squeezing around it nicely. he’s having such a fun time listening to your whines, that only get better with every small pump he makes with his tip. he notices everything - from the way your eyelids drop heavily from how horny you are, to the way you’re wetting the counter, but he loves seeing you lose your mind from silly little things like just the tip of his cock and he doesn’t feel guilty about it

“so needy today, my god…” he groans, as you fill the apartment with desperate sounds. “just got home and you’re already dripping, fuck, look at you…” you throw your head back from the thrill. “so dirty for me..” he stuffs your mouth with his fingers. you love how warm his tip is, you love how it makes the hottest liquid sounds with every slight movement. you love all of this too much…

seungmin couldn’t believe it, until you opened your eyes, looking at him in a way, that lets him know you’re just as surprised from yourself as he is. “tsk, what do you think you’re doing, huh? beggin’ for my cock like a slut, but not even letting me fuck you properly? is this a trick?”

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

he will remember this forever

his mind would go completely blank. junhan wouldn’t expect something like this to happen, but when it does he would find it so fascinating, wishing one day it would happen again. the second he realises what’s happening he would probably get the urge to cum right then and there too

you wake up from junhan sliding his hand into your pajama shorts. his eyes are half shut, because he’s still pretty sleepy, but he’s also very horny. his morning boner is poking at your ass, meanwhile his hips are looking for ways to gain some friction against his throbbing crotch, as he whispers in a low raspy voice. “baby, you awake?” he pulls your hair away from your face, and you immediately get goosebumps from his warm breath brushing your ear. “i need you…” you cannot help, but chuckle half asleep at the fact how needy he is already. you tell him you want to sleep a little bit longer, and press your back to his chest so he can continue spooning you, however, this only adds more stress to his erection. “mhmm, please, baby… i’ll be quick i promise,” he speaks, placing kisses on your shoulder, as his hand has already slipped under your panties too, and is now cupping your pussy, nicely rubbing against your clit. you’re so sleepy you don’t even realise when you’ve moved your left leg up, allowing his arm to move freely

“here, just the tip…” he lowers your shorts around your knees, spreads your cheeks with one hand, and begins massaging his hard cock between your lips. with his face half hidden in your hair, he cannot stop whimpering from the pleasure of having his dick out and finally releasing some of the tension. “just the tip, baby, i promise” he pleads “p-please…”

you mumble something softly, covering your pillowcase with spots of saliva, as your pussy clenches hard around his warm tip, making your whole body buzz from how good it feels. you cannot manage even to swallow properly, so you just keep drooling. before you have the time to do anything, you’re groaning into your pillow, taking junhan’s breath away. he stays still, squeezing his eyes from the feeling of your walls sucking his tip in, pulsing intensely around it, until it settles down. “i did not expect that,” he chuckles when you face each other, “did it feel good?” you tell him it did, before wrapping a hand around his cock

♡ jungsu

he falls in love even more

fucking you with just the tip definitely has crossed jungsu’s mind at least once. he’d find it very arousing - edging you for awhile with his mouth until the only thing you need is just one pump of his head

sundays are for movie nights, till jungsu doesn’t decide to pull you in his lap and leave the movie as a background noise

he unties the strings of your sweats and shoves his hands in them, searching for your sweet ass. your palms are resting gently around his neck, meanwhile every part of him becomes rougher, causing you to moan between your kisses. as the movie reaches its end, his hungry tongue is working its way up to your clit, spitting on it before making out with your entire pussy

however, just when he gets rid of his underwear you both find out that you’re out of condoms. you tell him that it’s fine, you’ll just finish each other off with your mouths. he stares at you sinisterly, as he drops down on the ground where you’re laying half naked on a soft blanket. “i can finish you off with just the tip. what do you say?” he taps your wet clit with the head of his cock. you tell him it’s still risky, but he reassures you it’s not, already letting you feel its yummy shape. “doesn’t it feel nice?” you nod quickly, as you keep your eyes on him. his tip slips in, and out, in and out, gradually speeding up the pace. “mmhm… play with your tits for me, baby,” he asks, and you pull up your shirt to cup your breasts, as you’re seconds away from your peak

you let out a soft cry when your sensitive walls hold on his tip tightly. jungsu watches your fingertips pulling on your nipple, as your body squirms from the intense pleasure. “good girl,” he says, caressing your exposed tummy, satisfied with the results of his fantasy finally coming to life

♡ jooyeon

he would eat that up!

just like with gunil, it would boost his confidence, but in a cocky way. he would not shut up about this, so be prepared. the minute you cum he’d be so drunk on the experience, his head would be empty, but the next day… he’d be bragging about how he’s the only one that can get you off like this for a week straight

make out sessions with jooyeon are long and heated, especially if you haven’t seen each other with days, which unfortunately happens often due to his packed schedule. so when you finally hang out he immediately grabs you from the door, not wanting to take his hands off you

he always ends up gripping your hips and moving them back and forth a little more intensely, erecting both his bulge and your pussy. you swallow each other’s moanings, as he picks up the pace, basically making you ride him through your clothes. you whine, tugging on the roots of his hair, cause it feels so good to finally have something stimulating your clit that’s not your own fingers

after you finally speak up, that you need him bad, he doesn’t hesitate to strip you from your clothes, and guide you on his cock. your whole body is shaking from excitement, as you lower yourself towards his throbbing length. you press down, feeling his swollen tip on the entrance of your pussy, gathering from the sticky wetness. he sighs deeply from pleasure, relaxing his body on the couch - watching you fuck yourself on him is his favorite thing in the world

you begin pushing his tip in and out, while holding the rest of his length with your fingertips. “mmm, you like that, baby? fuckin’ yourself with just the tip… i like that too.” jooyeon throws his head back, as you slowly bounce, wrapping yourself around the head of his cock. you literally feel yourself dripping down your own fingers. your cheeks flush from pleasure and embarrassment at the same time, as you realise you’re going to cum… so soon, but so hard, it makes the room around you spin

𓆩♡𓆪 he tries his best, but teaching someone how to drive is very hard. You’d probably not even make it out of the parking lot, but you’d be a pro at parking the car. Would scream if you got too close to another car. 

KWON SOONYOUNG 

𓆩♡𓆪 a big no no to this guy. I adore him with my entire heart, but there is no way I would trust him to teach anyone how to drive. He doesn’t care about the speed limits, so there would be a 90% chance you’d get a speeding ticket on your first drive. Also, he’d tell you to turn left at the “no left turn” sign. The music would be blasting and he wouldn’t give a single fuck about anything. 

JEON WONWOO

𓆩♡𓆪 a very patient teacher, would recommend 10/10. Explains everything like a pro (is he an idol or a F1 driver). He would be kind of strict though, but just because he wants to properly teach you how to drive and not harm yourself and others in the process. 

LEE JIHOON

𓆩♡𓆪 sorry bae, not this time <3

XU MINGHAO 

𓆩♡𓆪 takes the job very seriously. Explains everything from the basics about the car itself, but for some reason forgets to teach you the signs. So anytime you ask about a sign, he panics and tells you to just drive faster. As long as you don’t crash into anyone, it’s all good. 

KIM MINGYU  

𓆩♡𓆪 alongside Wonwoo, the best teacher you could have ever asked for. We know that he taught Chan how to drive, so he would have no problem teaching you how to drive as well. I don’t think I can say anything more about him, except for that I wish he was my driving instructor (mine was more like Seungcheol, it was not live, laugh, love). 

LEE SEOKMIN 

𓆩♡𓆪 for some reason he makes you drive very slowly, so you’re more rolling down the street than driving. A kid literally passed you on their scooter. Also, he’d focus too much on the nice view and forget that you technically can’t drive (you almost hit an old lady on the zebra crossing).

BOO SEUNGKWAN 

𓆩♡𓆪 oh no. no. just no. It’s not that he is a bad teacher, he is just too scared. He doesn’t trust himself enough. He’d be clutching the grab handle above the door and his eyes would be closed at all times. He’d just tell you to drive forward and that would be it. 

CHWE VERNON

𓆩♡𓆪 chaotic, but very chill at the same time. He’d mostly be like: you do you boo. You’d have a lot of fun, that’s for sure. If you ever passed the speed limit, he’d be like “yo bro, that’s crazy”.  

LEE CHAN 

seonghwa will hold your hands if you reach out for his first. it doesn't cross his mind to be the one to reach out because he's always busy touching you elsewhere; he likes to show you how well he knows you and how closely connected the two of you are through pleasuring you rather than through symbolic means like hand-holding, although he thinks it's really fucking cute when you reach out to grab him. it softens him a little bit, tbh. he's been fucking you senseless for the last 10 minutes, telling you how dirty (and pretty) you are, and suddenly his pace slows down and he's gently smiling at you and kissing the back of your hand all because you placed it in his. that only lasts about 30 seconds before he's back to his usual form, though.

hongjoong

yunho's hands might as well be glued to yours once he's inside you. before that, he likes to let them wander the entirety of your body, stopping on areas he knows you're insecure about to show his admiration for them, tracing little circles there with his index finger and whispering "pretty" before he goes through the same routine using his lips to plant kisses instead, letting them brush against your skin while he tells you how beautiful you are. once all of his doting is done, he holds your hand right as he's teasing your entrance, reminding you that you can squeeze his if you have to until you've adjusted to his size. never forgets to kiss the back of your hand once he's comfortably inside you and say, "good job, tiny."

yeosang loves holding hands with you in general and he does it a lot- whether or not he does it while he's fucking you is kind of dependent on his mood. he has other prefrerences, like playing with your nipples, keeping a hand free to move your hair out of your face for you or to hold your jaw still and trace his thumb along your lower lip, and being able to move you around however he pleases at any time without having to feel bad for letting go of your pretty little hand. but yeosang's naturally romantic and so loving and sweet; he'll hold your hand when he senses that you need it. when you've had a long or tough day, when you're exhausted, when you're sad or feeling insecure- that's when his hands always seem to find yours. also, you can always count on him to be reaching out for you during aftercare as if to say "thank you" &lt;3

holding your hands is a guilty pleasure for san. guilty because he's a very physical lover and holding hands gets in his way of being able to throw you around and bend you backwards how he wants to, but a pleasure nonetheless. his physical disposition is somewhat contrasted to what being able to have you in that way means to him; he wants sex with you to be this soul-binding, loving, and very intimate experience, but he knows that how rough he fucks you can be misleading- so he hopes that the way he puts you in missionary just so he can hold your hands and keep his eyes connected with yours while he mumbles about how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you just as he's about to finish every time he's about to finish gets the message across.

mingi holds your hands to remind himself that you're real. he's always so lost in his admiration for you while he's fucking you; he's in wide-eyed, open mouthed bliss 9 times out of 10 because he just can't wrap his head around how gorgeous you are and the fact that you want to have sex with him (no matter how many times you've done it in the past). he's a humble man who just loves you so much; he thinks you're the sexiest being in the whole entire world and all of it feels like a dream, so he needs that reminder that you're very real in the form of your hands using his to stabilize yourself while you ride him or gripping his tighter while he fucks you slow and deep. plus, you always know he's getting close when his hands go limp in yours & it's helpful in timing your teasing (which he loves no matter how much he whines about it).

wooyoung likes to hold your hands while you're on top. there's something about the idea of him feeling a bit "stuck" underneath you while you ride him. sure, he'd be down for being tied up, too, so that he'd be really stuck, but it's more fun if it's not as restrictive so that he can be a bit of a brat and try to set himself free if he so chooses. his favorite is letting his hands slip down to your wrists so that it's harder for you to stop him from regaining control. bit of a side note, but he also has a slight fixation with your nipples and it drives him crazy not to have easy access to them, so holding hands is the best option in his book for that reason, too- he's free to dedicate one to his favorite pastime whenever he so chooses (unless you don't let him, which is hot, too).

for hongjoong, there’s no such thing as being close enough

you could be on top of him and it would still feel too far, but he’s gotta settle for it

pulls you closer before rolling onto his back to get you where he wants you

whispers about how beautiful you are in between leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck while his hand is tangled in your hair

ruts his hips upwards into yours like rent is due. he might as well be fucking you already, it’s amazing how agile he is when he’s horny

it’s his goal to get you weak while you’re on top of him, he loves being able to have control over you even though you could easily turn the tables (if only he wasn’t so distracting)

obsessed with getting his dick sucked but feels guilty for it cause he wants to please you more than he wants you to please him

treats you like you’re his last meal when he goes down on you like…please. and will spend hours on it if you let him.

loves when you call him sir or master and yes, feel free to call him captain, too

but his favorite is when you let out a weak, broken version of his name

he loves knowing that you’re his, that he’s the only one who makes you feel so good

can’t resist a little light degradation bc he thinks it’s hot that you’re such a slut for him and he’s always authentic with you, remember?

“imagine if everyone knew what a whore you are, mm? you know better than to let anyone else see, though. all mine.”

but he praises you ten thousand times more. won’t shut up about how gorgeous & special you are and compliments your body endlessly

very verbal in general, will honestly have a full conversation with you while you’re fucking. he wants to make sure he’s making you feel good and encourages you to communicate by doing it himself, too

“just like that, baby. making me feel so good,” and “tell me how you feel, precious. i’ll fuck you harder if you think you can handle it.”

despite his natural dom lean, he is a switch- don’t let him fool you

will sub for you when he’s exhausted or stressed, he loves that you want to take care of him and honestly sex makes him feel so much better in these scenarios, it turns him on endlessly that you recognize that and respect it

has a lot of kinks but only indulges them when he’s in a dominant mood, just prefers for things to stay fairly vanilla when you’re the one in control (kinda likes when you choke him though)

temperature play <3 especially wax or ice

he thinks your body looks so pretty with wax dripping along your skin and has a preference for red

& he just loves how tense you get each time he traces ice along your core

huge into blindfolding you during foreplay and especially while engaging in temperature play but absolutely will not leave it on while he fucks you, he’s obsessed with eye contact, wbk- loves missionary for that reason

edges you often but always makes sure you have the best orgasm of your life at the end of the night (somehow each one is better than the last. no one knows how he does it)

likes to cum on your ass or your tummy <3

casual but attentive with his aftercare

always cleans you up and gives you one of his t-shirts to wear

grabs you a glass of water and your favorite snack if you’d like

asks how it was for you and if there’s anything you want him to do again next time/anything new you want to try

thanks you for being so good to him and then, even though he’d like to keep talking with you, quiets down so that you can just get some rest instead bc he knows that’s more important :(

Your father shoots you a look. Be respectful. You nod quickly, though you're still unable to hide the disgust on your face. 

“Tenderness is everything,” your father continues, eyes stern on Taehyung. “Chapssaltteok without tenderness is like a bird without wings. No one likes overly chewy dough, do you hear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you remember how to hold the wooden mallet?” your father continues.

“Two hands, overhead, mallet in the middle of the back of the spine. Arc it over the head, bring it down like the curve of the new moon, hit it in the center of the dough, Master.”

“Good man. Now remember, every upswing is a pause for Y/N to reach into the trough to turn the dough. It also gives the dough a second to rest and build elasticity before being pounded again. Do it just like this.” Grasping his favorite wooden mallet, your father proceeds to show Taehyung again how to heave the mallet up just before the downswing. 

Quickly, your hands dart into the warm dough, turning it. 

Within a split second, your father’s mallet comes swishing through the air, pounding on the dough where your fingers had just been. 

“And, that’s how it’s done,” your father says with proud satisfaction. “Of course, a strong man like you can do it on your own, albeit, it’s more arduous, more painstaking. That’s why in our family, we have a saying, ‘Chapssaltteok made by one person tastes bitter, chapssaltteok made by two tastes better’.”

“Yes, Master,” Kim Taehyung says, head bowed.  

“Now, your turn with the wooden mallet,” your father offers Taehyung his prized mallet, passed through five generations of your family’s storied legacy as chapssaltteok makers for the royal family. 

Kim Taehyung is nervous as hell. 

You glare at him, daring him to make a mistake and hurt your precious fingers.

He’d have to time everything right or else, he’ll be out on the streets once more.

“Ready?” he asks you, tentatively.

“Yes. Just hurry up already!”

“As you wish.” 

And so he takes the first stroke, a smooth upward arc which looks promising. You hurry to turn the dough in the trough. But Kim Taehyung takes too long on the downswing, he’s too soft, too gentle.

“Harder,” you tell him. “Go harder!”

He tries again. But again, he’s too afraid to hurt you and decelerates every time he brings the mallet down.

“Remember, you have to make the dough submit to you,” your father says, taking over the wooden mallet. “Like this, Kim Taehyung.”

Your father shows him again how to pound the dough into pliant submission. Immediately, you slip into a rhythm both familiar and comforting, a father-daughter dance you’ve mastered since you were a wee little girl. Pound. Turn. Pound. Turn. 

Now and then, your hands dip into the water bowl to wet the dough so that it remains soft even in the dry air. You’re just about to turn the dough once more when a sharp cry from your father rings out.

“Appa!”

With a loud crash, the heavy wooden mallet slips from your father’s grasp as he tumbles backward onto the ground.

“Don’t just stand there!” you order Taehyung who was looking dumbfounded, “help me get him up!”

Snapped out of shock, Taehyung rushes to your father’s left side while you take father’s right. “Master! Can you feel your legs?” 

“My back!” Your father’s breath comes out in short, painful gasps. “I think I might have sprained it!” 

Your mind races at what this could mean. Appa always had a weak back, but nothing that has made his whole face pale and ashen like this before. Oh no. What about the large order for the queen’s birthday?

Another groan from your father draws you back to the task at hand. Together, you and Taehyung lift your father and carry him gently into his bed, stopping now and then to adjust him to make him as comfortable as possible. 

“My daughter,” your father says with strained effort, “the palace order for the queen’s birthday…” 

“Shh… Appa. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ll help her,” Taehyung adds quickly. 

“I’ll take care of it,” you say sharply. 

“ENOUGH!” your father barks, bringing on a fit of coughs. “This is an order that we cannot fail. You have to work together! Is that clear?”

“Yes, master,” Taehyung answers quickly, the two words familiar on his tongue by now. 

“But Appa–” A stern glare from your father forces you to agree. “Yes, Appa,” you reply obediently. 

“Now get back to work!” your father rasps urgently. “The rice dough must have dried out by now! Better throw it out to the pigs. Soak a new batch of rice and start over!”

He dismisses you and Taehyung with a wave of his hand before closing his eyes. 

“But he doesn’t know anything–” you whisper, hoping to get a word in to your father as Taehyung leaves the room. 

“Then teach him,” he breathes out, breath ragged and shallow, before turning his head away.

Sighing, you head back out into the courtyard only to see Taehyung heading to the east gate. 

“Hey! Where are you going!” you call out.

“I’m going to get something!”

“Come back here! Appa said we have to start on a new batch!”

“You can do it on your own!” he answers hurriedly, voice disappearing as the gate slams behind him.

Angrily, you go measure out a new batch of rice. What kind of apprentice is he? Gone at the first sign of his master’s injury? He’s probably going to the village for soju or for gambling or maybe even for-–women. You don't know why, but your face heats up as you think of that last thing: Kim Taehyung. With women. 

After measuring out the rice, you quickly put it in the earthen pot to soak in the water from the mountain spring. Bringing the sticky, doughy mess to the pigs, you wonder if Kim Taehyung will even come back. You tell yourself it doesn’t matter. You can, you will handle this entire order on your own! 

It’s almost dusk before he returns, hands carrying a cloth bundle. Without a word, he goes into the kitchen, starts a cooking fire and grabs a claypot. 

“What are you doing? How dare you just come in like that without a word!” you scold.

Ignoring you, he continues to fill the claypot with water before inserting a smaller pot within. You watch him, incredulous at his audacity to completely disregard you. 

“Need thin linen cloths,” he finally says. “It’s a poultice for your father’s back. Hurry before the swelling worsens!” 

Unwrapping the cloth bundle in his hands, he reveals a bunch of wild ginseng, medicinal pine needles and a mossy green tree bark you’ve not seen before. It must have taken him all day to gather these hard-to-find herbs on the mountain slopes. 

“Where did you–” 

“I watched a medicine woman prepare it for my mother before,” he answers, eyes completely focused on washing and soaking the herbs in the inner pot. “Get the linen cloth. I need to wrap it around the boiled herbs and place it on the master’s back.”

A little awed by his voice of authority, you move quickly, getting the strips of linen cloths from the wooden medicinal chest. Dumbly, you hand the cloths over and watch as Taehyung deftly wraps the boiled herbs into neat rectangles. 

You follow Taehyung into your father’s chambers, anxious to do whatever he says is necessary to ease your father’s pain. “Loosen the master’s robes. We have to get the poultice on his bare skin,” he orders quietly. 

Sound asleep from the exertions of the day, your father hardly stirs as you uncover his back. Thankfully, he likes to sleep on his side which makes it so much easier to undress his torso.

Making sure it’s not too hot, Taehyung begins to press the warm poultices along your father’s spine. 

“The swelling has already started, but this should still help speed up the master’s recovery.” 

The quiet confidence with which he says this brings you comfort. Your father has always been as strong as an ox. But lately, you do realize he tires easily–you can tell by his weakened grip on the wooden mallet that he's getting on in his years. It’s scary to see your father like this—so vulnerable.

“Thank you, Kim Taehyung,” you whisper gratefully. 

“I’m sorry I left you to do all the work,” he says, dark eyes imploring you to believe his sincerity. “Had to make sure I reached the summit of Saraksan to gather the herbs before dusk.”

“It’s fine. I’m glad you can help Appa. But tomorrow–” your words trail off. You’ve never asked for help. You can’t. You won’t.

“Yes. Tomorrow, I will help you,” he pauses. “Let me.”

His gaze on you makes your skin flush with heat and you feel the pores in your skin gasping for breath. 

“Fine,” you say, your words coated in reluctance. “See you first thing, tomorrow.”

“As you wish,” Taehyung seizes the opportunity to take his leave and bows to you.

You’re confused as hell. You want to hate him, but you can’t.

It’s not fair that he’s always so calm and collected. Not fair that his very presence riles you. 

Not fair how his eyes look so serious and solemn and his mouth like it’s always ready to stretch into that devastating smile every time he says as you wish.

It’s not fair at all. 

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The next few days pass by like a blur for Taehyung. 

Heaven knows he has tried to act honorably in his master’s absence. Tried. How many times has he honorably torn his gaze from you in the day only to be plagued by your image at night? 

Damn you. You infuriate him. You always had to demonstrate how to do everything just right. 

Yesterday, you couldn’t just tell him to correct his handling of the rice dough. No, you went ahead and wrapped your hands around his to push against the dough. 

“Feel that?” you’d asked. “The pressure? You can’t be too gentle. You gotta do it like–” Exasperated, you went ahead to position yourself in front of him, putting yourself between him and the table. 

Without thinking, you grabbed his wrists, wrapped his arms around you, then laced your fingers with his before bringing his hands on the warm rice dough, showing him how to pull a single portion of dough with just the right pressure, and then flattening the dough into a perfect circle on your palm. 

Ask him again about the pressure he should use to flatten chapssaltteok dough on the palm of his hand and Kim Taehyung would be forced to admit he’s forgotten everything you taught him. 

All he remembers is your breath–warm and sweet–-feathering against his neck when you tilted up your lips to ask him Feel that? 

Yes, he feels that, all right. He feels your fingers curled between his own, as if they’ve always belonged there. Feels the hardening of his loins every time you look at him with those fiery eyes of yours.

Every day is torture as he rises again for another day of apprenticeship with you. 

How is he supposed to bear the brush of your body against his when you reach over to adjust the amount of filling he puts in the dough. Or the way your hands are so soft in his as you insist him to feel the dough, the texture, the elasticity.

Closing his eyes to force himself to sleep, he tries to breathe evenly, wishing the hardness in his cock will just go away. You consume his every brain cell—he dreams of your curves. The softness. The silkiness. 

Feel. You always tell him. Feel. Feel. Feel.

It’s not fair. 

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“Remember to keep a firm grip on the upswing!” you shout out as you watch Taehyung lift the heavy wooden mallet and take a few practice down-swings. 

As he heaves the mallet up into the air, he lets out a low sound that’s a cross between a growl and a grunt. A strange thrill thrums down your spine and you shiver inwardly–it sounds so…so… primal. 

Willing yourself to concentrate, you watch him until you’re satisfied that he won’t smash your fingers when you turn the dough in between the poundings of the mallet.

“Ready?” he asks, this time, with more confidence than the first. 

“Yeah, hurry up! Remember, don’t go soft. Go hard. Go fast. The chapssaltteok needs it.”

“As you wish.” 

You signal for Taehyung to start. He swings the mallet down perfectly with a loud thwack. He heaves it up again, and just at the right moment, your hand flies into the trough to turn the dough. 

Thwack. 

Turn.

Thwack,

Turn.

Surprisingly, he has gotten it. The strength, the momentum, the cadence. Soon enough, you and Taehyung find an easy rhythm and you feel the familiar elasticity forming on the dough. 

While the pounding takes a longer time than when you are doing it with your father, you’re impressed that Taehyung is never off beat, maintaining a smooth, easy arc on the upswing and downswing. You think he would tire by now, but he keeps going, demonstrating an impressive stamina. 

Finally satisfied with the dough, you stop him. “Feel this?” you ask as you proffer the dough to him. “See how it’s still slightly warm? Feel the bounce?” Taehyung puts down the mallet and tentatively reaches for the dough. Impatiently, you wrap your fingers around his, pushing them deep into the soft, warm dough. “It needs to yield to your touch, like that.” 

He makes a noise in his throat, unable to trust himself to speak. 

You mistake it for a sign that he doesn’t understand. So you pull his hand closer to yours, pressing it more deeply into the dough, your fingers intertwined with his. 

“It’s ready when the slightest touch can make an indentation on the dough’s surface,” you lecture. “Press deeper and you feel some resistance. That’s actually good because we want the dough to be able to contain the filling–whether it’s red bean or sesame or lotus paste–nothing should ever ever leak out.”

Well. He wishes his cock can contain itself. Wordlessly, he nods to you. Better to be silent than to speak words he should not utter. 

“Come on. We have just two more days to go before the palace delivery,” you sigh, worried that your father will not heal in time. “Back to work.”

“As you wish,” he says, in that tender, quiet way of his that makes your insides go all queasy. 

Damn this man and his infuriating as-you-wish-es.

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Your father’s back is healing nicely, but he fears that the journey to the palace on horseback will trigger another sprain. 

“I’m sorry, child, but it looks like Kim Taehyung has to go with you.”

“But, Appa, I can make the journey on my own! I went with you last time!” 

“It is not safe for a woman to travel alone. What if something happens to the chapssaltteok along the way? What if something happens to you?”

You know he’s right. It’s just that wanting to prove yourself has been your battlecry for so long that it’s almost instinctive to protest anytime he tells you to do something with Kim Taehyung. 

And so it’s settled. Together, you will head to the palace with the prepared chapssaltteok tomorrow. 

Taehyung busies himself by packing the supplies for the fresh chapssaltteok that will be made onsite for the royal family. By order of the palace, preparation of every morsel that will pass through the lips of the royal family must be supervised by royal courtiers in case of an assassination attempt by poisoning. 

The entire journey will take a full three days. You worry how your father will cope without you as you fill stacks of polished wooden boxes with neat rows of chapssaltteok. These ready-made chapssaltteok will be for the guests and palace attendees, not the royal family. Still, they need to look presentable, and so you wrap each box with beautiful colored silk. 

“Did you embroider this?” Kim Taehyung’s voice startles you. Turning to him, you watch as he fingers the singular cherry blossom sewn on each of the silk cloths. 

“The queen’s favorite color is rumored to be pink. So I thought I should add a pink cherry blossom on each piece of silk,” you answer, cheeks warming. “I spent all my summer nights on these.”

“It’s beautiful.” Taehyung looks wistful as he outlines the delicate thread of the cherry blossoms. “My mother embroiders—waves, peaches, flowers. Her eyes are no good now. But still she tries. She does it by feel. I don’t have the heart to tell her that sometimes her peaches look like the Biseondae rocks, all jagged and sharp. Or that her flowers look like chickens!”

You burst out in laughter. It’s a full, rich laugh that bubbles out of you without warning. 

“I don’t believe I’ve ever heard you laugh,” he says, a glint of delight in his eyes. “And you look so pretty when you laugh.”

Kim Taehyung winces inwardly, wondering why the hell he said that.

The shock of the compliment stuns you into complete silence for a moment. There were some suitors here and there but you’ve never really cared for them, and so paid no mind to their words. No one you’ve met has been so… so forward as Kim Taehyung.

“Your presence here hasn’t been exactly an occasion for me to laugh about,” you confess, “it feels like…”

“Like what?” he asks, curious.

You swallow hard, because the truth sounds so childish. 

“Like you’re trying to take my place,” you say, a little too vulnerable for your liking. Damn. Why do you feel compelled to be so honest with him? 

Clearing your throat, you snap yourself back to reality. “And. For your information, I’m actually pretty all the time,” you say evenly. “Too bad, you haven’t noticed.”

Kim Taehyung turns a shade of red at your chastisement. Oh he’s noticed, all right. Noticed too well. Too often. Too much. 

“Go to sleep, Kim Taehyung. We set off early tomorrow,” you wave him off, hoping you looked bored and uninterested. 

And again, Taehyung says those three little words that always seem to mean something else—exactly what, you don’t really know.

“As you wish.”

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The journey to the palace is long, but thankfully, uneventful, helped by the expert care Taehyung gives to the horses. 

After reaching the palace grounds, you and Taehyung are ushered to the common courtyard, lining up with other artisans and craftsmen bearing gifts for the queen’s birthday celebrations.

“Y/L/N chapssaltteok makers! Please follow me!” shouts out one of the courtiers who struts the courtyard like a peacock—one which has his head stuck firmly up his ass. Together, you follow him to the servants’ wing. “Here’s your room! Kitchens are just round the corner! You’re scheduled to make the chapssaltteok at noon tomorrow! Don’t be late!”

“My apologies,” you say, eyes demurely lowered. “May I enquire if there’s an extra room? You see, my father unfortu—”

“Woman! I have no time for this! All servant quarters are full! You hear? Full!” With a dismissive sneer, he marches out, hurrying out to deal with accommodation for the next in line. 

The room is bare and unfurnished with a pile of straw sleeping mats in the corner. Worriedly, you look at Taehyung, unsure of what to say.

He clears his throat. “I um, I can sleep with the horses. In the stables.”

You snort. 

“Have you even seen that place? You need your rest Taehyung. I can’t let you sleep in the stables! You would hardly be in any condition to do the pounding tomorrow!”

“But wouldn’t people talk? I worry about your reputation–”

“Let them think whatever they want,” you say airily. “For all you know, they think you’re my father. Or husband.” 

Taehyung’s eyes meet yours briefly. Husband. Why on earth does that word sound so loaded with meaning? 

“As long as you don’t get such ideas, I think we will be just fine,” you say firmly. 

Taehyung nods dumbly, wondering what has come over you. How could you even bear to sleep in the same room as him? Didn’t you hate him?

“The chapssaltteok must come first,” you say authoritatively. “We are only here because of the chapssaltteok.”

Your family name is at stake. You will not fail now. You shall not. 

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Dusk falls by the time all the food and supplies have been unloaded and deposited safely in the kitchens. 

Small outdoor fires dot the courtyard are tended by servants who take turns to watch over pots and cauldrons of simmering broth and stews that require overnight cooking. 

You meet noodle makers from the north. Fruit merchants from the south. The atmosphere is celebratory but an undercurrent of unease hums within you. You won’t be able to fully relax until the chapssaltteok for the royal family are finished. 

After a meager meal for the guest servants provided by the palace, you and Taehyung proceed to soak the rice grains for tomorrow’s chapssaltteok. Later, he heads off to check on the horses, while you hurry to prepare for bed.

When you return to your room, you find that Taehyung has already laid out the sleeping mats. He gives you the corner furthest away from the door, where the winter draft is least likely to get to you, stacking three mats on each other, while leaving only one for himself. 

“Kim Taehyung, are you sure? We can go two mats each.”

“I'll be fine,” he says quietly. “Have a good night.” Pulling the thick bedding over himself, he turns his back away from you respectfully and faces the door.

You’re grateful that for once, Kim Taehyung didn’t follow your suggestions and say the usual as-you-wish. The winter winds are brutal. Three straw mattresses may not seem like much but it’s better than nothing. 

Snuggling under the thick blankets you’ve brought from home, you fall into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of making the best chapssaltteok tomorrow; chapssaltteok fit for a queen.

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Kim Taehyung has a hard time sleeping. It’s profoundly cold and the winter draft snakes between the layers of blankets and soaks into his bones. Shivering, he tries to distract himself. Turning so that his back towards the draft, his sensitive nose picks out a familiar scent. 

It’s how your hair smells, like the pine trees near the sea, which Taehyung has only seen once. 

Groaning quietly, he distracts himself from the cold with images of your warm body close to his. He sees you pressed up against him at the work table in the kitchen, your fingers brushing against his as you show him the way to close the seam of each chapssaltteok. 

He shudders when he remembers how you’d leaned over to correct the placement of the sesame filling in the rice dough, your chest brushing sweetly against his arm under layers of cotton and silk.

He wonders how soft and warm you’d feel under him, welcoming him into your slick heat, how you’d take him in so well, legs wrapped tightly around his hips, ankles crossed around his back urging him deeper. You’ll cry out his name, over and over, moaning for more, begging him to go harder.

Kim Taehyung is sure if his master knew his dreams of you, he would be out on the streets in no time. But by the fires of hell, he’s not in the position to dictate his dreams. He’s so hard now, that it fucking hurts to just lie there. 

Opening his eyes, he lets his eyes get accustomed to the dark room illuminated faintly by moonlight. He can just about make out your sleeping form, rising and falling under the layers of blankets. 

But he also hears a quiet chattering. Realizing that your teeth are chattering from the cold, he gets up and gives you his thickest comforter his mother had sewn for him when she could still see. 

The gold silk cover is embroidered with a beautiful peach tree laden with ripe fruit. He lays it gently over your sleeping form and then goes back to his own sparse bedding, willing for sleep to come.

He hopes you’ll be warm.

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Dawn creeps quietly into your consciousness. You stir, thinking how strangely cozy you feel. As you sit up, you discover an extra thick comforter piled on top of your blankets.

Fingering the embroidery, you realize that this must be Taehyung’s. You glance at the door, expecting to see him still sleeping, but he’s no longer there. 

Today is the day to make the chapssaltteok for the royal family! Last year, some of the young princes and princesses came to watch your father and you pound the rice flour, cheering you on. 

This year, you’ve remembered to pack a clean set of clothes. It’s so cold but you know you’d feel better with fresh underclothes. Disrobing quickly, you are just about to shrug on your base layer when the door bursts open.

“Ahhh!” You scream trying to cover yourself.

“Ahhhh!” Taehyung averts his eyes.

“Why didn’t you lock the door?”

“Why didn’t you knock?”

You accuse each other at the same time.

“Leave! You m-mule!” you sputter.

“I can’t. The royal courtier is right outside the door! He wants us to start! I’ve come to tell you we’re up now!”

“J-just turn around then!” This was not expected. Last year, everything was planned meticulously to the minute but this year seems to be a lot more chaotic. 

Taehyung turns obediently around. 

“D-don’t look!” you warn.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

He turns around, closes his eyes even. But he sees you, sees every curve of your hips and breasts and thigh, sees the slant of your shoulder, sees the dip between your cleavage, the valley between your legs. 

He tries to think about the kindness of his master. Tries to think about honoring his parents. About anything, really, except how he wants to touch you. Right now.

Swallowing hard, he pleads, “We have to hurry. He says the banquet master wants a sample.”

“I’m hurrying!” 

After securing your robes, tie the belt around your jacket, you take a deep breath at the door next to Taehyung. Nervously, you smooth your hair. 

Taehyung turns to look at you. “You look nice,” he says reassuringly. “I heard some of the royal family will come to watch us.”

“Well. Let’s give them a good show then,” you say, determinedly. 

He grins, his smile wide and genuine. 

“As you wish.” 

—----------------------------------------------------

It turns out the royal courtiers are incredibly short-staffed today. After they sort through your ingredients and equipment, and search your sleeves and pockets for possible vials of poison, they leave you and Kim Taehyung alone. 

Not so, the royal family. You’re aware that every eye is on you as you pour the steaming rice dough into the trough. The young royal children are here along with the crown prince with a few of his companions, a tight crowd of rowdy men, laughing among themselves. You can’t really hear what they’re laughing about, but you feel distinctly uncomfortable. 

“Are you all right?” Taehyung asks, concern written on his face. 

“Yes, I’m fine.” You brush off the unease of having the prince and his companions leering at you. 

“Ready?” he asks, heavy mallet high in his arms.

“Ready,” you say. 

And so it starts. Taehyung gets into the rhythm immediately, and you match him at each upswing of his mallet. Somehow, he seems stronger than before, faster, each stroke precise and sure. The children clap and cheer as they watch this lovely display of skill. Inwardly you grin, proud of your heritage, feeling the dough turn pliant under your fingertips at every handling. 

You indicate to Taehyung that the dough is almost ready. “Last one!” you call. With a last, loud satisfying thwack, Taehyung delivers the last blow on the dough. 

You’re about to take the dough on to the makeshift table to demonstrate how to wrap each chapssaltteok with the filling when a comment from the royal men drifts over to your ears.

“Who would want a chapssaltteok when you can have her instead?”

“Ahh… I guess we should take bets–does she have a salty or sweet filling?”

“Well, we will only find out if we each get a taste!”

“Who goes first?“

“I don’t mind going second, as long as I get seconds!” 

“As the prince, I abstain from all forms of sloppy seconds—”

Your face burns with embarrassment. Fists rigid with anger, you can hardly control yourself. Oh how you want to hit them! Fuming, you saunter up to them and look squarely at them in the eye.

“My apologies, Crown Prince and honored companions. I regret to disappoint your honorable selves, your servant is neither salty nor sweet. My father has always said I was born…spicy. Would you care to try?” The language is reverential, yet your tone is insouciant.

It’s a long moment before the prince and his coterie recover from shock at your words. He lifts a hand to strike your cheek, “You bitch! The audacity! Guards! Why you–”

“---Please forgive my sister! She knows not what she speaks!” Taehyung moves swiftly between you and the crown prince, bowing deeply, almost on his knees. “Father says she’s only good for making chapssaltteok since she was dropped on her head as a baby.” Turning to you, he says smoothly, “Little one, please hurry on the chapssaltteok. Only the best for the Queen and her family.” 

“Yes, brother,” you say, grateful for Taehyung’s intervention. You’re trembling partly out of anger but also out of fear. You could have gotten into very very serious trouble. 

“Well, you better teach her not to speak then! A woman should work quietly! Not speak!” the crown prince spits out. “Train her properly!” 

“Certainly, your highness,” Taehyung continues, bowing multiple times to the crown prince and to each of his companions until they are satisfied and saunter away. 

Your fingers are shaking as you pull the rice dough for wrapping. How dare they?! How dare they!

You struggle to encase the sweet red bean filling with the rice dough. Usually, you can do this with your eyes closed but today each of your fingers are mutinous. There’s no way you can do this well. 

“Kim Taehyung? T-take over. I can’t right now. This order is too important to mess up. For now, your chapssaltteok is  better than mine.”

A range of emotions flit across his face—Fear. Confusion. Panic. “Are you… are you not well? Because I need you—I can’t do this on my own.”

“I think I need a walk. Away from here. Just for a while. You’ll be fine. I won’t be long.”

Taehyung puts his palm over yours. “What if you meet the prince again? I won’t be there to protec—”

“Kim Taehyung, why do you even care? I’ll be fine,” you insist. “J-just start first, please.” Your voice is shaky, but you won’t cry in front of this man. 

He’s worried for you, but he knows it’s best to let you decide what’s best for yourself. 

“My chapssaltteok will never be as good as yours. Ever.” He looks around and sees no one watching, so he reaches out and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “But… as you wish.” 

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You walk in the servants’ courtyard. 

Each step you take, you imagine yourself walking further and further away from the prince’s leering gaze, further and further away from those despicable words. You imagine yourself putting whole mountain ranges, oceans wider than the earth between you and those terrible moments in the prince’s presence. 

You think of your father and how proud he is of you. How your ancestors, a long line of them before you nodding sagely, deeming you worthy to bear the family name and the family legacy.

You breathe in and out, letting go of the fear, the anger, the dirty feeling of being leered at and toyed with.

And you don’t know why, but then the picture of Kim Taehyung comes to you. You see his gentle eyes, hear his soothing voice, hear the words he likes to say—as you wish.

It dawns on you. It dawns on you that there’s no one else you’d rather make chapssaltteok with.

Chapssaltteok made by one person tastes bitter, chapssaltteok made by two tastes better.  

Gaining strength, you hurry back to your corner. It’s time. You won’t let your family down. Not your father. And not Kim Taehyung.

And you definitely won’t let yourself down.

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“Kim Taehyung! Kim Taehyung! The queen loves your chapssaltteok!” you shout your happy news as you fling open the wooden door. You heard from the dishwasher who heard from the royal table’s servant girl who heard from the banquet master that the entire royal family wa smitten with the chapssaltteok. 

Hastening to tell Taehyung the news, you stumble over the step into the room, causing you to fly across the room. You would’ve hit the floor face first if not for how Kim Taehyung catches you in his arms. 

Deliriously overjoyed and not caring about the awkward position you find yourself in—his arms right around your waist, your hands clasping his neck—you beam at him. “She loves them! They love them!” The words tumble out with pleasure from your lips.

“Who? What?” he asks, smiling to see you so exuberant. 

“The queen! Everyone! They loved your chapssaltteok! You did it!”

“We did it, Y/N,” he says, humbled and grateful that it has turned out all right.

“We did it. We did it!” In your exuberance, you squeal with delight, arms still looped around him. You accidentally pull on him, causing him to lose his balance and tumble on top of you, your back thankfully landing on the pile of mats and comforters.

Noses bumping, you’re suddenly so very very close.

It’s too much for him. To have you pressed against him so intimately, so softly and warmly. Quickly he averts his eyes and tries to push himself up. Any second longer and he will drown in the deep pull of your gaze.

Heart racing wildly, you reach up to the side of his face, you ask him quietly, “Why can’t you look at me, Kim Taehyung?”

“Because I can’t,” he says, staring resolutely ahead.

“Why not?” 

He would not speak. The words would be an abomination if his master were here. 

“Tell me,” you whisper, breath held tight. “Tell me because I need to know I’m not the only one dreaming that there’s something between us.”

“I can’t look at you.” He lets out a long, low exhale. “Can’t look because then I would want to touch you. And taste you. And then—” he falters, “—then I’d want to feel you.”

“Kim Taehyung, look at me,” you whisper, urgent and needy, “I want you, too. Want you to do all that to me.”

Time stands still as the enormity of your words sinks in. “Really?” he asks, not daring to hope. It can’t be.

You refuse to wait any longer. “Feel me.”

It’s a declaration. It’s a command. It’s a promise. 

“As you wish.”

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Kim Taehyung doesn’t know which is better. How you feel. How you sound. Or how you taste.

“Taehyung. Please.” 

You’re pleading for his fingers to stroke you again under your robes—loosened and dragging on the floor.

Skin against skin, his hands roam over you, between, below, everywhere, feeling you tremble and quake under his touch.

“You’re so soft, soft for me in all the best places,” he murmurs as he plants a kiss on your hip. “Soft for me, here,” he whispers against the curve of your breasts. “And here,” he envelopes a nipple in his mouth, his tongue toys with you, swirling the tight bud in his mouth, lapping at the hardening pleasure, teeth gently scraping across the soft skin of your breast. 

It hurts just enough to induce a moan. You clutch at strands of his hair, arching into him, “T-taehyung. Hnnnnnng.” You pull his head to your other breast, desperate for the hot brand of his touch and tongue there, too. 

“Can’t get enough, huh?” he smirks against your skin. Who knew the master’s daughter is so needy under the fiery personality, so deliciously ripe under her layers of cotton and silk. 

“N-no. Not enough,” you warble, as you feel his hand travels downward, parting your robes, fingers sliding under your underclothes, gently exploring the expanse of the silky smooth skin there. Then, lower, and lower he goes, his clever, clever hands rendering you dumb and stupid with every caress. 

Reflexively, you cant your hips into his touch. “F-feel me,” you beg.

“I’ve got you,” he says, mouth close by your ear now, drawling out each word like warm rice wine poured long and slow. He positions his lips behind your earlobe and drags his teeth across your skin slowly, back and forth, back and forth, in the same slow rhythm as how his fingers now dance right at where you need him most at the apex of your thighs. 

“Gods, Taehyung,” You're moaning at how good it feels, nipples peaking with anticipation, clitoris humming with the pleasure he’s working slowly into you, the dizzying dance of his fingers building a crescendo of pleasure. “Don’t stop,” you sob, heat building in your center. 

“Not gonna stop. Not when you’re so warm for me,” he shifts down your body to position his head between your legs. Locking eyes with you, he parts your robes completely, and kisses the inside of your thighs.

“Not when you’re so wet,” he groans, as he tongues his way into your most intimate place. The first lick has his cock straining ever harder against his own robes.

“Not when you’re so messy,” he says, mouth sucking on the soft skin here, teeth gently nipping at the flesh there, smearing his lips wet and glossy with your arousal.

“I need you, there. Right there,” you whimper.

Heavens. The way you sound. Goes straight to his groin. “Here?” he asks, sliding a tentative finger up and down the slit where you’re so wet for him.

“Y-yes.”

“You’re fucking tight,” he breathes against your your mound as he now intrudes a finger, then another, into your wet walls.

“Oh Taehyung,” you whine with pleasure as you feel him rub against the spot inside you. 

He works and works on you, learning the speed and tempo and pressure you like just by looking at the way your face twists tight with need: You feel everything – his fingers inside you, his thumb on your clit—rubbing, fondling, pleasuring you in all the right ways in all the right places, his tongue darting out, curling into you, flicking across and inside you.

“I-I’m cumming,” your voice quivers at the force of the quake you can feel rolling into you. 

“I know,” Taehyung is breathing hard now, his cock harder than ever as he sees you so responsive under his ministrations. “I feel you. You’re soaking wet. Come. Come.”

With limbs suddenly locked in pleasure, toes curled tight, your orgasm grips you, and you come—short, sharp gasps for air punctuating a litany of expletives that spills from your mouth. 

“Hell’s demons, you’re so wild for me,” he says as he drifts a longer finger down to slide up and down where your arousal has gathered in a sticky sticky mess. “So wild–” he says, bringing his finger glossy with your arousal to his lips for another taste, “so sweet. Like a wildflower.” 

You shiver at his words, it’s thrilling. Wildflower. 

“What do you need?” he drawls, as he brings it that same finger right by your lips. You can smell yourself, how desperate your body is for more of him. “I’ll give you anything,” he kisses your eyelids, your cheek, the side of your nose. “Anything.”

“Need you… need your cock,” you say, reaching out to palm his thick girth under his thinnest robe. He lets out a low hiss as you reach for him through his robes, feeling the rigid shaft, relishing its curve, its heat.

“Feel this? Feel how hard I am for you?” he grits out as your fingers trail fire in their wake. “I need you too.”

“Don’t wait anymore, then,” you say, reaching under his robes to cup his balls, stroking his solid length with your palm. Your finger traces the long vein, thumb smearing the drops of pre-cum around the head of his cock, over and across the slit at the tip, back and forth, every swipe drawing a choked moan from him. “Kim Taehyung,” you say as you slide down to your knees, “I want your cock inside me.”

“H-holy hell!” he gasps, as you ease your lips over him, tongue swirling over the liquid pearling at the top, tasting him, then sliding and spiraling down the shaft, slippery now with arousal and saliva; the glide easy because you are so hungry for him; hard because he’s thick and girthy as the weight of his cock sits heavy in your mouth. 

He makes that low, primal sound again—the one that does something to your insides. Encouraged, you take him deeper down your throat. He glances at you, mouth choked full of him, hand caressing your jaw tenderly, “S-stop, wildflower. I can’t go gentle if you keep that up.” 

You feel yourself getting even wetter at his words. In one last grasp of heady euphoria, you pull off agonizingly slowly, relishing every groan of pleasure from him, your lips tightening into a vacuum as you near the tip, reluctant to let go of your position of power while his fingers curl tighter and tighter into your hair as he tries so hard to stop himself from cumming. 

“No more. No more. Please, take off all your clothes. Want you. Want you bare for me.”

“Want you bare, too,” you give an airy desperate whine. 

Quickly disrobing, he looks at you spread beneath him, naked on the layers of mats and blankets. He pauses a little, thinking how he’s imagined this over and over, but nothing prepares him for the real thing. In a tight exhale, he calls you, “Beautiful. Wildflower.”

“Beautiful and cold,” you say, the chilly air causing you to crave his body on you something awful. “Come inside me. Fuck me, please.”

It’s an invitation he cannot resist. Quickly, he positions himself over you, one hand quickly flicking a blanket over both your bare bodies. “Feel better?” he asks.

“Better,” you sigh, as you welcome the delicious heat of his body on top of you. “But not best. Not yet.”

“So impatient,” he chides gently as he slots himself between your legs. “Just get used to me first, all right?” He rubs his cock between at your center, feeling the lingering slick there, rocking his hips slowly into you, drowning in how good it feels because there’s nothing between you.

“I’m ready. I know I am. Please come inside me,” you cry desperately.

He kisses your jaw , then the column of your neck, then the slant of your shoulder, murmuring each word slowly while he sinks his cock tenderly into you:

as

you

wish.

You whine at the stretch, wince as you try to receive his thick girth, a shadow of pain flitting across your face as cunt swallows his length slowly inch by inch. “So big, Taehyung,” breath catching in your throat.

Finally, fully lodged inside you, his balls are flushed against your ass. “I’m inside you, wildflower–” he pants, awestruck, holding back as much as he can to not start thrusting into you and coming right this moment. “–all of me.”

“Feel it,” you pant back, “all of you.”

“You feel too good. Too tight. Too everything.” Gods. He’s going crazy with lust. 

“Taehyung, move, I can take it. Want it. Want you.”

He starts thrusting, hitting deep inside you, pelvis rocking against your clitoris, drawing cries of pleasure from you. 

“Want my wildflower,” he says, eyes shut with effort, “you’re so perfect.”

You meet his every stroke, hips rocking against every roll and every thrust of his, crying out at every surge of his cock in and out of you. It starts to get hot under the covers, your skin sliding and slipping against the sweat of his skin until it becomes a little hard to grip on to each other.

“Too hot. Let me get on top,” you murmur. “Let me ride you.”

He nods, eager to slip back into your warmth again, however you want him, he’ll make it work. 

Throwing off the covers, you climb on top of him, skin flushed and heated, shiny and glowing with a sheen of sweat. With your full breasts swaying tantalisingly before him, you slide slowly on his cock, glad that he’s holding the base for you to take him bit by bit.

“This angle–gods, you make me so full.”

“Yeah?” he asks, mesmerized by the way you’re so beautiful sitting on him like that. With one hand on his chest, you start to move your hips against his, finding your own rhythm and position to suck his cock inside your cunt and slide it out, rubbing your clit against his pelvis. He feels you clenching even harder around him. 

It all feels too insanely good. The pitchy cries you make as you rock on him over and over drive him wild; your tight, slick cunt swallowing his cock. He feels his balls tighten, the end of the chase excruciatingly close.

“N-need to cum,” he groans. “Cum with me.”

“Go hard. Go fast. I won’t break,” you cry urgently as he starts thrusting in earnest. “Harder.”

With a low growl, Taehyung thrusts further, deeper into your sweet heat, hands reaching for your breasts, cupping their full weight, thumbing the peaked nipples, lightly pinching them as he feels your walls tightening him. 

When his lips tremble and his breath starts getting ragged, you know he’s close, you feel the cock inside you twitch, filling you impossibly full until his fingers fly to your hips and grip you to anchor you to him. “Take me,” he growls. “Take me.” He thrusts hard and deep into you, shuddering as he cums, pulling you tight into him. 

You cry out his name when you feel the hot spurt of his seed fill you in ropes of cum, clit swollen and tender from how hard you ride him.“Tae. Tae. Tae. Tae.” 

Limp, with exhaustion, you fall onto him, your head resting in the crook of his neck as he holds you, both of you breathing hard, sweaty and sticky with lovemaking.

Tomorrow, you will think about the consequences when you return to your father. 

Tonight, you will just enjoy sleeping in his arms—wrapped in him, wrapped under him, inside him, and he inside you. 

—------------------------------------

The wedding celebrations last for three days. 

It comes right after the unveiling of the new wooden sign above the storefront. On the left panel by the door, is Kim Taehyung’s name as the new sole proprietor of the chapssaltteok store your father has sold to him. On the right panel is a beautifully etched carving of a wildflower, the eolleji—rare, beautiful and treasured. 

While Joseon custom dictates that a woman cannot own a business, Taehyung’s decision of having the wildflower take equal pride of place on the storefront is enough. He has pledged his life, his heart, his everything for you.

You finger the elegant lines of the flower along the wood grain, thinking of how they seem to curve in and out and hold the promise of new life, just like the curves of your body. 

Your fingers fly to the gentle bump in your belly at the sudden flutter—a sweet secret you and Taehyung made weeks ago at the palace. The little one seems to crave another wedding chapssaltteok. 

“As you wish,” you murmur quietly, because you now know it also means I love you.

Taehyung hears the words and looks at you, his eyes filled with tenderness. The family saying has been right all along:

Chapssaltteok made by one person tastes bitter, chapssaltteok made by two tastes better.

~ THE END ~

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Posted on July 17, 2022 by @sahmfanficbts. All Rights Reserved © 2022.

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Dear Reader,

Growing up, I was basically left alone and spent so much time watching TV soaps. I guess you can tell a lot of my fics just come from those kinds of storylines.

A TON of artistic licence was taken to write this fic. I was going from bakery AU to Samurai AU, to Dragon Warrior AU before settling on chapssaltteok Joseon dynasty AU. I beg for forgiveness from all my Korean readers. Please let me know if there are gross inaccuracies. I'll try my best to edit them.

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In spring, hundreds of wildflowers bloom across Korea. First comes the pheasant’s-eye, which blooms after the snow melts, followed by liverw

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Wishing you a great summer, or winter, or whatever season you may be in, all best.

Love,

Pen accepted it, eyes blinking closed once they were on the interstate. He didn't say anything, so she dozed off.

The surprise was Mudeungsan National Park. Pen looked up toward the mountains once he'd parked and they got out of the car.

"I didn't wear the right shoes to hike."

He laughed, waiting until she slipped on his hoodie before taking her hand and leading her into the trees. "We're not hiking. Just walking a bit."

"Can I ask why?"

"You can." But he didn't say more, just shot her another sly grin. She rolled her eyes, some of her concerns fading the more they walked.

"Hoseok…"

"Aleumdaun," he replied before moving them through a clearing. "Here we are."

Pen stood still when he let go of her hand to set down the cooler. They'd gone farther than she realized, upon a slight hill. But that wasn't what mattered. What mattered was the view in front of them, before the hill started to descend.

"Mountains."

He laughed at her obvious statement before standing next to her to look as well. "Yeah, mountains."

"It's stunning."

"I know. One of my favorite places to visit when I'm home." From his backpack, he pulled out a blanket and laid it down before sitting on it. Then he patted it. "Sit."

Pen plopped down next to him. He pulled her close as the wind picked up.

"Why are we here, really?"

He sighed. "Right to the point, huh?"

Pen chuckled, turning her head from the breathtaking scenery to him. He pressed his forehead to hers.

"I got headaches a lot my freshman year," he began softly. "Yoongi-hyung said it wasn't unusual, having to speak in English so much every day." He drew back and started to rub her temples. Pen's eyes fluttered shut. "And I've had a lot more years of English than you have of Korean. I thought you might need a real break. So no talking in Korean, just English." He winced when Pen winced, a small spot particularly painful. "Aleumdaun, why didn't you say?"

"I didn't realize."

"That you hurt?"

She didn't. There was so much else to worry about, that she hadn't realized that her head, her brain was so exhausted. She'd never fully realized how difficult the guys had had it; to take classes and do work in another language? No wonder they'd insisted on living together.

"I guess not."

He pouted at her, still gently rubbing her head, through her hair, his fingers sometimes getting caught in the tangles, making him apologize and her laugh. Eventually, she rested her face on his upper chest, breathing him in. His fingertips pressed lightly at the base of her skull and she shuddered.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For?"

"Just taking care of me."

His hand paused just for a second, and she noticed. She raised her head to see him looking past her.

"Hobi?"

"You shouldn't have to thank me for that."

She blinked a few times. "What?"

His eyes came back to her. "For doing what a boyfriend does: taking care of you." He bit his lip before releasing it. "It's understood."

Pen touched his reddened bottom lip with her index finger, feeling the warmth and supple give. "Understood things always should be appreciated. I will never take you for granted. Even if things…" She trailed off. "Even with everything that has happened."

"I'm sorr--"

She shook her head. "I know. And I didn't make it easy. Everything was so much. I felt so much and you had to try and catch up and I kind of hate that it all began that way."

He didn't reply, pulling her closer so she was straddling him, with his bent legs giving her a place to lean back on. He grabbed an extra blanket and wrapped it around her and himself. She didn't say anything, her mind still trying to process the last few days.

He was right, it was a lot for her brain.

"I should have known a lot earlier," he started. Pen looked up from where her hands had curled up in his fuzzy hoodie. "About how I really felt."

"What do you mean?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Remember when you came during the summer?"

When they slept in the same bed?

"Of course."

He linked his hands with hers. "You picked up worms after the rain, to save them from drying out when the sun came out."

"Yeah, I thought you might be grossed out that I was touching worms."

"A little," he admitted, making her giggle. "But I just remember thinking how I didn't know anyone that would do that. Think of something like that. It just...made you even more special." He shrugged. "Stupid. I didn't think it was more."

"I don't often inspire guys to think of more."

He flicked her on the nose. "Shut up. You're hot." He kissed her as though to emphasize his words. She melted, her brain quieting just a little to feel his lips on hers like something both familiar and exciting. She tugged her hands out of his to run them through his hair, holding him steady. He opened his mouth against hers, tongue wanting and seeking.

It seemed significant. This kissing where neither was intoxicated, or high off of a life-changing experience. It was just them, kissing.

"I know it's hard," he whispered against her lips. "To be here. But I'm glad you are."

His words. His words brought back his mother's words and it was too hard to stay in that moment for Pen. She dropped her head, preferring to hide into his warmth, his lithe body.

He held her close, chin resting on top of her head. She breathed him in, not wanting to move, just cocooned like this forever.

"My mom will warm up to you."

Pen's eyes squeezed shut. She didn't want to tell him. She didn't want to put him in that position.

So she nodded, not saying anything.

"I'm like my dad: loud. Mom and Dawon...they're more closed off. Dawon has changed since getting out of the house, but still she's more skeptical." He took a deep breath before poking Pen's back. "Okay?"

Pen nodded again, refusing to move so he could see her face.

"Pen?"

She lifted up her head and nodded for the third time.

He tilted his head to the side, regarding her. "What are you thinking?"

"That you smell good."

He made a face. "Besides that."

"That you woke me up really, stupidly early and you're lucky I love you, or I might be arrested for foreign homicide."

His grin shone. "Really?" He jerked his head toward the cooler. "What if I offer breakfast?"

Pen shrugged. "Depends on what breakfast is."

He carefully eased her off of him before leaning over to unpack the food. Pen watched him, his mother's words still bouncing around in her head.

"How likely is it for meaning to get lost in mental translation?"

He paused, turning back to look at her. "Very likely. Why?"

Pen looked away, back at the mountains. "Just wondering."

"What did she say?"

He was a lot smarter than he liked to show most of the time.

"I probably got it wrong, Hoseok," Pen said, not pretending both of them didn't know exactly who they were referencing.

He stared at her before going back to the cooler. He pulled out a large thermos and offered it to her.

"Coffee."

It was quiet as the food was laid out. Pen expected a traditional Korean breakfast, but Hoseok seemed to think she needed something familiar. It was toast, sausage, and eggs (scrambled).

"You cooked."

"I'm not Jin-hyung or Yoongi-hyung, but I won't starve." He took the thermos back, unscrewing the top and pouring it into two small travel mugs. He offered it. "What did she say, Pen?"

Pen dropped her head. "What if I'm wrong? What if I get you upset and I'm totally wrong." She didn't think she was, but she'd only been learning not even a full two years. She wasn't that arrogant of her skills.

"So it wasn't good."

Pen shook her head.

The mug was pushed into her hand. She looked up to see his eyes on her.

"Don't worry."

But all she could do was worry.

--

The subject was dropped and breakfast enjoyed. He started humming to her after they'd cleaned up and Pen found herself leaning on his chest, feeling vibrations from his impromptu song.

"We should head back," he interrupted his own music.

"Can we just stay?"

He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "My sister. And Monday JK and Jimin will come."

"Really?" Pen sat up, excited.

"Yes. Monday worked better for them both." He grinned. "Missed them too?"

"Of course."

He rubbed her arm before sitting up himself. Pen reached out to smooth his hair, but he took advantage and kissed her. She faltered with his hair, hands sliding to his cheeks. His taste was bitter from the coffee, but the heat warmed her.

"What was that for?" Pen whispered.

"No reason. Just one of my favorite things to do," he replied, winking at her. Pen kissed him again, needing the reassurance that he was there. He didn't hesitate, returning to tasting her mouth, not-so-subtly moving so she was on the blanket beneath him, his body fitting with hers.

"I thought--we had--to go," Pen breathed when his mouth moved to her cheek and jaw.

"We have a few more minutes."

"So we're just--gonna--oh shit, Hoseok…" she trailed off when he lightly bit her neck.

He lifted his head to grin at her, his eyes dark. "Hmm?"

"We just gonna make out until we have to go?" Her words came out a bit more normal.

He touched her ear, causing her to shiver. "Why not?"

"If you leave marks…"

He moved in, kissing her softly on the mouth. "What'll you do?" He buried his face into her neck. "God, I missed how you smell."

"What?"

He didn't move, mouthing the skin as Pen trembled. "Your scent. It always makes me think of when I met you. This pretty American girl, just helping us move for no good reason." He pushed up, bracing himself on his hands so his eyes could meet hers.

"You thought I was pretty?"

"I wanted to ask you out, but Yoongi-hyung was like, get settled in this foreign country first, you barely know how to interact with Americans." He grinned. "He was right. Then we were friends and I just...I thought it was just that you were my first American girl." His smile faltered.

"Oh." It was somewhat relieving to know that her attraction to him wasn't all one-sided for those first two years.

"I think I will forever apologize."

Pen shook her head. "We're fine." And they were. The two of them. Perhaps without anyone else, everything would have been fine. But It was never just two people. There was always more.

"Wanna make out for five more minutes until we need to go?" His silly grin brought Pen back from her wandering, not so lovely thoughts.

"Really? We're on a schedule?"

"Isn't that what couples do?" He began. "When they've been married a million years and--" He cut himself off and Pen just stared.

Married couples.

He swallowed and quickly moved back and sat on his knees as Pen scrambled also into a sitting position.

"I---"

She looked back at the mountains. "This was really nice, Hobi. Thank you for bringing me here."

"Pen."

She shook her head again, getting up to start and fold up the blanket. He took her hand. She could feel his gaze so she looked back. He smiled - a little weak thing, but still very sincere. Which meant a lot to her.

Broaching the subject of forever terrified them both. As it should.

--

Dawon was just arriving when Pen and Hoseok pulled in. She raised her eyebrows at both of them in suspicion.

"And where have you two been?"

"Away from the parents," Hoseok answered before helping her with one of the bags in her trunk.

Dawon rolled her eyes but shot Pen a bright grin. "You haven't run away yet."

"My language skills are still rusty. Where would I go?"

Dawon laughed and slipped her hand in Pen's, pulling her back into the house, leaving Hoseok with the luggage and city things that she'd brought home. Pen let her hand fall away from Hoseok's sister's when she found both Mr. and Mrs. Jung standing up to greet their oldest child.

She really hadn't seen Mrs. Jung since yesterday and the conversation. Mrs. Jung fortunately only had eyes for her daughter, rattling off something that sounded more critical than appreciative in Korean.

Pen couldn't keep up. Her head started to hurt again.

"Thanks so much for the help," Hoseok muttered when he came in a few minutes later. Grateful for something to do, Pen hurried to him, grabbing a suitcase. Hoseok led her up the stairs to the third bedroom. There wasn't much in the room, other than a bed, closet, and other typical trappings.

"She took most everything with her."

Pen nodded, wondering if her room would look like this post-graduation. Would she even want the things of previous years? In so many ways, she didn't feel like the same girl who'd walked around campus by herself that first day.

She felt his arms around her, his head resting on her shoulder. She patted his hands as they clasped across her stomach.

"You okay?"

She nodded. "Of course."

He kissed her neck before leaving the room. Pen decided to follow him only to the hallway before entering the guest room. She shut the door behind her and marveled at the quiet.

Let them be a family, she told herself. A family that you are not a part of.

She sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath, as though that would calm her inner turmoil.

She pulled out her most recent Korean workbook and a pencil and lay down on her stomach so she could continue with more on the future tense and past tense.

It seemed like only a few minutes when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

It opened to reveal Dawon, not her brother.

"I thought you were on vacation." She switched to English, coming in and sitting next to Pen.

"I figured while you guys were having some family time, I'd work on…"

"So, since I'm home only every once and a while," Dawon interrupted with Korean, making Pen have to focus "I want dinner from my favorite chicken place in town, so you and me...we're going."

"Why?"

She just grabbed Pen's hand and started to drag her out. As she stumbled behind Dawon, she saw Hoseok in the living room with his mother. They both turned at the girls' appearance.

"We'll be back later!" Dawon called, continuing her almost manhandling of Pen. Pen caught Hoseok's eye and his forced smile but had no time to ponder what exactly he might be forcing a smile about.

Dawon drove like a bat out of hell, though Pen wasn't sure if a bat would even be in hell. Bats seemed pretty chill all things considered.

Dawon was not chill. Not behind the wheel anyway.

She chatted quite a bit, talking about a recent customer who had tried on so much and bought nothing. There were terms that Pen didn't know or recognize, so she asked and learned several new curses in Korean.

Always handy to know.

Pen could hardly get a word in (not that she knew exactly what to say), so she listened, partially. But her mind kept going back to when Hoseok looked at her. She couldn't pin down his expression. Just that it wasn't typical Hobi, and that he looked…

Concerned. Worried.

"Dawon," Pen finally cut in. She turned to Pen, after paying for the chicken through the drive-thru window. "Did you grab me to get me out of the house?"

Dawon was very much like her brother in one thing for sure. She was not a good liar.

"Ummm."

Pen straightened up in the passenger seat. "You did! What for?"

Had Mrs. Jung just decided to completely kick out the unwanted American?

Dawon shrugged, looking sheepish. "Brother asked me."

"Why did he ask you?"

The conversation paused as chicken in two huge bags was handed out to Dawon, who passed them to Pen. Pen waited until they pulled back onto the main street.

"Dawon-ssi."

The older girl took a deep breath. "He wanted to talk to Mom. About you."

Shit.

Pen didn't say anything after that. Maybe her interpretation of Mrs. Jung's words yesterday were completely off. Maybe she wasn't hated, reviled, and loathed by a near stranger.

Maybe everything could and would be better.

When they pulled into the garage and exited the car, Pen tried to listen for anything from inside the house. No yelling (good), or laughing (not good). She followed Dawon in to find Mr. Jung and Mrs. Jung in the kitchen, making up side dishes for the chicken.

"Where's brother?" Dawon asked the question Pen wanted to know.

"Upstairs," Mrs. Jung replied, eyes landing on Pen.

Ice queen.

Pen nodded and hurried up the stairs, her heart beating fast for no reason she really understood. The kitchen had felt tense. Or she was projecting. She didn't know.

She knocked on Hoseok's door and carefully walked in. There was a suitcase on the bed.

"Hobi?"

He exits the closet, the clothes he had left in a pile for laundry in his hands. He drops the clothing into his suitcase.

"Pack up," he said, voice low and very un-Hoseok-like. He lifted his eyes to hers and all Pen could see was anger.

"Pack up?"

"We're leaving. We're going to Busan."

--

Seungwan was passed to you as you followed, who suddenly put up a fit when he was detached from Jungkook's necklace. He prepared himself for a nice big scream, but as soon as he saw you waving his teether in his face, he settled back down, grabbing the toy with his grubby hands.

Seungwan was much too preoccupied to be dazzled by the dolphins, unlike his father and sister, who clapped obnoxiously every time they did a trick. Jungkook even took Ji-Ah down by the tank after the show, working his charm on the dolpin trainor to get Ji-Ah a closer look.

By the time you all had reached the beach, you could tell your plans for the indoor water park would have to be pushed until tomorrow. Ji-Ah had a lot of energy, running into the water with Jungkook and engaging in a splash battle, and running back and forth to make a mega-sandcastle (as Jungkook called it).

But that was an hour ago. Now, she was lounging peacefully by your side, eyes closed on the verge of falling asleep. "Im tanning, mom," she'd told you with a roll of her eyes when you'd asked her if she wanted to take a nap. A phrase she'd probably heard on some television show, which she didn't really know the meaning of, because her natural complexion... didn't exactly need tanning.

"I don't think we can do the water park today," Jungkook plopped down beside you with a pout. "I know, sweetie, we'll do it tomorrow." You patted his cheek while keeping your eyes on Seungwan playing in the sand.

"You look hot," he blurted out bluntly, smirk growing on his face as he ran his eyes down your bikini-clad body. You rolled your eyes. "Let me help cool you down."

You felt a sudden cold sensation pressed against the side of your neck, paired with Jungkook's tongue. You yelped and pushed him away, "Why is your mouth so cold??"

He grinned and stuck his tongue out to reveal its red color from the strawberry daiquiri he was drinking. Of course.

"Let me cool you down, baby," he leaned in close to your ear, "My baby mama. So sexy. Everyone here can see it."

"I'm not your baby mama, I'm your wife," you snorted, shoving him away. But that didn't deter him.

"Remember when you wore red like this on our honeymoon? Spent the entire day in bed," he recounted, tugging at your bikini straps, "Neighbors got so tired of us. But how could I stop, when you kept moaning my name and scratching me up like that? Had the marks for bricks after."

You remembered. You remembered very well. Not only were you newly married, but you had also finished law school, and Jungkook had recieved a fat check that would be recurrent for a while after. It was a cause for celebration. And if you're celebration came in the form of raw animal sex, well then so be it!

"Keep it in your pants, Jeon. We've got company." You nodded over to Ji-Ah, who was nodding awake from her mini-nap, Seungwan's babbling waking her up.

"Ready to go kiddo?" You asked her as you scooped up Seungwan while Jungkook started to pack things up. She gave you a sleepy nod, having changed her mind about a nap now after getting a taste of the benefits. Seungwan's babble continued loudly, animatedly cheering on his father as Jungkook lifted the beach umbrella up onto his shoulders.

"Daddy looks good, doesn't he?" You said to Seungwan, oogling at your man. You and Jungkook thought Seungwan was close to speaking soon, and your parenting books had told you that speaking to him directly in full words rather than baby talk would help him get there. So you tried to speak to your baby as much as possible. What you didn't expect was him to pick up words you'd never said in his earshot. At least, you thought you hadn't said in his earshot.

"Se-zzy," Seungwan blurted out, pointing to Jungkook. Your eyes shot wide open as Jungkook whipped his head around, almost dropping the carefully curated items in his arms.

"What did you say, Seungwan?" You asked, shocked beyond comprehension.

"Se-zzy!!" He repeated nonchalantly, not knowing what all the fuss was about as he returned his attention to his teether.

"Our baby's first words—" you sputtered as Jungkook clapped at his son's first time speaking.

"I didn't catch it on camera! Say it again, Seungwan!" Jungkook encouraged, dropping his things to pull out his phone excitedly. You didn't know whether to celebrate or scold him. But it wasn't your poor baby's fault. We all know who's vocabulary that word was a part of. And Jungkook was a bit careless with the way he talked to you in front of the kids. But despite all that, nothing could wipe the smile off your face at your baby's first words.

"That's only for mommy and daddy to say," Ji-Ah did the scolding for you, opting to teaching Seungwan other words instead. "Say Ji-Ah. C'mon, say Ji-Ah."

Ji-Ah was right. But Seungwan was his father's son, alright.

"Se-zzy!"

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