Summary: After two years as Seventeen’s assistant manager, it’s time for you to move on. Parting, however, is difficult for you and Dino.
Words: 5.9k
Warnings: angst, slight crack, and then more angst… :C
Author’s note: I had planned to give this a fluffy ending but in the end poured too many of my real feelings about the K-pop industry in. All of my second-person protagonists are me, but perhaps this protag is especially me. I may try and write a happy-ending epilogue in the future!
*
On an early Saturday morning, you send the news that you’re leaving your position as Seventeen’s assistant manager to the group chat.
You:Hello everyone. I’ve made the decision to move on to the next step in my career. Today will be my last day with Seventeen. Thank you for the honour of being your assistant manager for these past two years.
It’s a day off for the members and you know they only got home at around 1 AM last night, so you’re surprised when you get a text only five minutes later.
Dino:Nuna, are you at the company right now?
You:Yes
You put your phone away and continue on your way to the staff room. The room is empty and quiet, save for humming computers and the sound of rain hitting the window.
Not two minutes later, though, the quiet is broken when the door bursts open with a bang. In charges Dino, slightly out of breath.
“Nuna!”
“Whoa! Oh, Chan-ah,” you greet him, bemused. “Why are you here so early?”
“I was already on my way here.” He tosses his bag down carelessly and hurries through the tables and computers toward you. “I saw your message — are you really leaving? You can’t, nuna.”
You have to smile a little at his firm tone. “I can’t?”
“You’re doing a really good job! All of our managers like you.” He skids to a stop in front of you, eyes wide. “They think you’re one of the best assistant managers we’ve ever had. And we’ve had a lot!”
“I know, Chan-ah,” you assure him. “Thank you for saying that. My decision isn’t about you guys at all, I promise.”
“Then why?” His eyes grow wider. “No way… nuna. Are you — are you getting married? Are you pregnant??”
“Pregnant?” You laugh. “Yah, is this the 1950s? Do I have to leave my job just because I’m pregnant?”
“No, but — are you?”
Still chuckling, you reach up to ruffle his hair. “What do you think?”
Dino removes your hand from his head and holds on. “Nuna, tell me.”
“No, Chan-ah, I’m not pregnant.” You look up at him curiously. “Why are you so anxious?”
“I’m… not anxious.” He pulls back, swallowing, and drops your hand. “I’m just surprised. I mean, this is really out of nowhere, you know?”
“I know, I’m sorry,” you acknowledge. “But this was a personal decision I had to make. I promise it’s not because of you, or anyone else at the company.”
Dino looks away, then back at you, a crease between his brows. “You couldn’t have told us sooner?”
The thread of hurt in his tone makes you reach out on instinct and clasp his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I really am. The managers said this would be easiest for everyone. You know what I mean, right? It’s easier to make a clean break of it.”
“… ‘s not easier.”
“What’s that?” You lean in.
“It’s not easier.” Dino lifts his head, and the abrupt eye contact almost feels physical.
You step back. “What?”
“You’re leaving tomorrow!” he bursts out. “After all this time together, you’re just walking out of our lives? How is that easier?”
“I know, but the managers said this would be the best for everyone —”
“They don’t understand! None of our other staff understand me like you do, nobody got along with me like you do. You’ve helped me so much, all this time — more than anybody else in my life.”
You open your mouth, then close it.
“If you leave, things really won’t be the same,” he finishes, more softly.
His stare is so intent that you have to look away before you find your words.
“Chan-ah.” You clear your throat. “Thank you for saying that. I’m glad I could support you and help you, as your assistant manager.”
Dino frowns. “You’re not just our assistant manager. You’re not just staff to me, nuna.”
Oh dear. “I amstaff, though. I was your assistant manager, that was my job.”
“I’m saying it’s not about the job! Our relationship isn’t about our roles,” he says with a huff.
“Itis,” you say, trying to strike a balance between kind and firm. “It is, because everything I did for you, I did as your assistant manager.”
He narrows his eyes. “So I’m the only one who felt it? It was just a one-sided relationship?”
You decide to just say it. He’s not going to let this go otherwise.
“Yes. It was a one-sided relationship, because it was supposed to be, Chan-ah.”
“What?” He draws back in affront. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“My job revolves around you,” you say gently. “We talk about you, all day, every single day. Your dancing, your singing, your worries, your concerns, your feelings. I know your hobbies, what you do on your off days, where your family lives… I know much, much more about you than you know about me.”
Dino blinks. He opens his mouth to reply. No words come out.
“And that’s okay,” you emphasize, “that’s how it’s supposed to be, because you’re an idol. That’s your identity. As staff, our job is to understand you and support you, and I’m glad I could do so successfully. But because of our roles, this relationship is, was and always will be one-sided.”
You pause, to see if he’ll interject. Instead he looks away, pressing his lips tight.
“We can’t say it’s not about the job,” you say, softer, “when your job is your life.”
He rocks his weight back on his heels, face still averted. His hands are clenched at his sides.
“Chan-ah?”
“…All right.” He looks up. “All right.”
He doesn’t exactly sound all right. You try to read his face, but he schools his expression with that incredible control of his, and you’re left staring at his blank poker face.
“All right,” Dino repeats one more time, quietly, then turns on his heel, picks up his bag and walks out.
Watching him go, it feels like he’s leaving you.
But you know that’s not true. You’re the one leaving.
*
“So did I hear right?” you ask Dino after a long day of filming at Mnet. “Seungkwan and Hoshi are your favourite hyeong?”
“Oh, you heard that?” He laughs, a cute giggle, and covers his mouth a little sheepishly.
“And here I thought Vernon was your favourite.”
“Don’t tell him.”
You smile. “You know Vernon’s not the type to mind.”
“That’s true.” He gives you a side-glance. “Who’s your favourite?”
“My favourite hyeong??”
“No, I mean, out of the members… who’s your favourite member?”
“Oh.” Your turn to laugh. “I’m not going to answer that.”
“Why not? I won’t tell the manager-hyeong.”
“Try asking them that question.”
He huffs. “I know they’re going to say they can’t pick, because they’re not supposed to show favouritism.”
“Are you saying I do show favouritism?”
“No! No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Then why would I answer?”
“Just between us,” he tries to coax. “C’mon, nuna.”
You turn to him. He mirrors you, leaning in, face alight with anticipation.
Rising on your tiptoes, you flick him on the forehead.
“Ow!” He raises a hand to his face, pouting.
“Let’s go, the others are waiting.” Grinning, you start walking again.
“So do you have a favourite or not? Nuna? Nuna!”
*
The other members say their farewells in the chat group; you walk out of the company building for the last time that Saturday.
On Sunday, you and your roommate of three years say goodbye to your miniscule Hongdae apartment and make the move north of the river. Moving is, as always, a tremendously hasslesome process. By the end of the day, you lay your exhausted body down on your mattress, surrounded by half-opened cardboard boxes, and pull out your phone.
Your eyes pop out of your head when you see Dino’s name on the screen.
Dino:Can we talk?
Yikes. Should you be communicating with him now that you’re no longer an employee? The non-disclosure agreement in your contract didn’t give specifics on this, but you’re not interested in running afoul of the company’s lawyers. Then again, the members can contact whoever they want; they have those privileges now.
In the end, you give a non-answer.
You:I’m sorry, I’m currently moving and things are a little busy.
Dino:Moving?
His one-word reply confuses you. Is he asking for clarification? Expecting more details? You don’t know, so you don’t send a reply.
A little cowardly, sure. But leaving your job as Seventeen’s assistant manager has used up enough of your courage.
*
You pick your way precariously through the crowded KBS waiting room, distributing lunch box sets among the members. It takes five minutes to reach Dino and Mingyu, who are squished between the far couch and the window, and hand them the last two boxes.
“Thank you, nuna.” Dino hands his phone to you in exchange for the food, and you glance at the screen.
“Oh, Duolingo again?” You squint at the Japanese characters. “Something about cats, right?”
“Nuna, you know Japanese?” Mingyu glances up at you.
“Nah, I just recognize some of the kanji,” you explain. “Speaking of, Chan-ah, I talked to the translations team and found someone with Japanese teaching experience. Do you want me to set up some private lessons after this comeback is over?”
“Really? Yeah, that sounds great,” Dino says enthusiastically. “Thank you.”
“Okay, will do.”
“Actually, there’s something else I wanted to ask, nuna.” Mingyu puts down his chopsticks. “Myeongho and I were thinking about doing lives in both Chinese and Korean, you know how some other groups do these days? But we need a live interpreter.”
“Didn’t you already ask Taehui-hyeong for help with that?” Dino says with a frown.
“Yeah, but you know how he is,” Mingyu replies, “he hasn’t gotten around to it yet. So I just wanted to ask you, nuna.”
Dino clicks his tongue. “You realize you’re just making more work for her like this, right?”
“Eh? No I’m not, nuna and hyeong can work together to find someone.”
“Yeah, but how much time is it going to take to find someone for this random request you thought up at 3 in the morning? She has other things to do.”
“It was 4 in the morning, for your information. And Taehui-hyeong thought it was a great idea.”
“Then just ask him and leave nuna out of this.”
“Yah, is nuna your personal manager? I can ask her for help, too.”
“Okay, ceasefire, please,” you interrupt. “Mingyu, less talking and more eating, the beauty shop folks are arriving any minute and you’re first up. I’ll check with Taehui about the interpreter.”
“Thanks!” Mingyu shoots you a grin and a smirk at Dino, who scowls back.
“Chan-ah, try and get some sleep after you finish eating, okay?” You hand back his phone. “Also, sorry, I broke your Duolingo streak.”
“Oh?” He takes the phone and checks the screen.
“I took a guess, but looks like ‘We broke up because my cat was too cute’ was wrong.”
He stares at the mistranslated sentence for a few more moments, then cracks a smile. “I think you need to take Japanese lessons with me, nuna.”
“I mean, there’s the ‘cat’ character and the ‘break up’ characters, right there. It was an educated guess.”
“And all the other hiragana in the middle?”
“Yeah, I just ignored those.”
“…That’s not how language works.”
“Good thing you’re the global idol, not me.”
*
On Monday, you get another text.
Dino:Nuna, do you have some time today?
You do, in fact, have some time; you have an entire week off before you start your new job. Does that mean you should be talking to Dino, though?
As you’re staring at his message, conflicted, a call comes through.
You startle and nearly drop your phone. Managing to catch it, you quickly swipe to pick up. “Hello?”
There’s a pause. Then: “Nuna, it’s me.”
“…Dino?”
“Yes, it’s Chan.”
“Ah. Hi.” You swallow.
“Um, I called because… I wanted to apologize about how our last conversation ended.”
“Oh. That’s okay. I know it came as a shock to you.”
“Yes. But I thought it over, and I wanted to talk to you some more. Do you have time to meet up today?”
“Errr, can you tell me now, over the phone?”
“If you’re not free during the day, I have time this evening,” he says quickly. “I can meet you wherever, nuna.”
“Can you…?” You’re doubtful. It’s not an easy thing for an idol to move around Seoul discreetly. And now that you’re not a staff member, you really have no reason to be seen in public with him.
“Yes. You said you moved, right? Just tell me where’s convenient for you, nuna, I’ll be there.”
“Dino, I think it’s better if we talk over the phone —”
“Please, I want to talk to you in person, nuna. Please.”
The urgency in his voice makes you waver. Slowly, you say, “The thing is, Dino, I don’t think we can meet anymore.”
A pause on the line.
“No way… nuna, don’t tell me — did you move abroad??”
“What???” How did he jump to that conclusion? “No. No, I moved across the river.”
“Across the river? Then why did you say we can’t meet? If you’re still in Seoul, I can definitely go meet you!”
“No, what I meant was — look, I’m not a member of your staff anymore, right? It’s not that easy for us to meet up.”
“I’m serious. Just give me an address and a time today and I promise I’ll be there.”
“Can you at least tell me what this is about?”
“I want to tell you in-person,” he repeats stubbornly.
“…Fine.” You let out a breath. “Before that, though, you need to tell the managers why you’re coming to see me, get their okay and make sure someone can drive you. Got it?”
Dino doesn’t answer right away.
“Or,” you say, “you can just tell me right now.”
“Fine. I’ll tell them,” he says, sounding reluctant. “Send me the place and time, okay?”
“All right.”
“I’ll see you soon, nuna.”
You end the call and immediately think, Where the hell can we meet?
It’s amazing how you spent so much time with the members and yet only travelled to a few fixed places together: the company, the dorms, the broadcasting stations, and other media companies. Now that you’ve left your position, there are no intersections where you and the Seventeen members can meet in public.
In the end, you send Dino a text with the only viable, private place you can think of: your apartment. Then you send a quick heads-up to your roommate.
You:Jeonghyeon-ah, sorry for the late notice, one of the members of Seventeen will be coming over at 5:30
Jeonghyeon:Coming over?? Why? You’re not in trouble, are you?
You:I don’t think so…? >_<I’m going to try and send him home by 6 if you want to avoid it
Jeonghyeon:Yeah I’ll take you up on that, thanks
You:Don’t work too hard!
You spend the rest of the day mindlessly unpacking while your thoughts whir around, trying to think of what Dino might have to tell you. By the time five rolls around, you’re sore but satisfied with your unpacking progress and feeling ready to hear Dino out.
Fifteen minutes later, you get a message.
Dino:I’m so sorry nuna, I can’t make it today. I wanted to let you know earlier but I didn’t have time
For a minute you just stare at your phone. For some reason, it feels like a letdown.
Pushing back your disappointment, you keep your reply short and sweet.
You:That’s okay.
You get an immediate read receipt, so you wait to see if he’ll respond.
He doesn’t.
After a minute of waiting, you shake your head and put away your phone. Whatever Dino wanted to talk about, it must not have been as urgent as he made it sound. Oh, well.
*
“Here, Seungkwan-ah.” You sit down in the driver’s seat of the car and reach back to hand Seungkwan his precious iced Americano.
“Thank you~” He leans forward, smushing Dino into Vernon, and accepts it gratefully.
“Use the straw, okay?” You start the car and peel out of the parking lot; you’re late for the trio’s radio schedule.
“Yeah, no costume changes today, hyeong,” Dino jabs.
“Uh, excuse me, I spilled onecoffee out of the fifty thousand drinks I’ve had in my life, one single time. Are you really going to keep bringing it up?”
“Fifty thousand drinks,” Vernon says in a musing tone. “If there are 365 days in a year…”
“Twenty-two times 365 is… 8,030. You’ve lived for 8,030 days, hyeong.” Dino holds up his phone, showing the calculator. “And 50,000 divided by 8,030 is… 6.2. Have you had 6.2 coffees every single day of your life?”
Seungkwan lets out a growl. “You know what I meant!”
You tune out their bickering and focus on getting through the Gangnam traffic as swiftly as safely possible. It’ll be a miracle if you’re not late, but hey, miracles do sometimes happen, right? Right?
After a few minutes, Seungkwan calls your name. “Hey, nuna?”
“Hm?”
“I think the barista left you their KakaoTalk ID.”
“Eh?” You put your foot down on the accelerator and manage to clear a yellow light safely. “What do you mean?”
“There’s a Kakao ID written here on the cup, plus a name.”
“Really?”
“Let me see that.” Dino grabs for the cup.
Vernon leans in as well. “‘Hajun’. I guess that’s his name.”
“Weird.” The next light you don’t make; you sit back and force yourself to relax your grip on the steering wheel.
“No, wait — what the hell? There’s a heart and a winky-face here too,” Dino says, tone rising in disbelief. “Yah, nuna, this guy’s trying to pick you up.”
“What?” You glance back with raised eyebrows.
He thrusts the cup out into your face. “Look! ‘Hajun’, heart, winky-face, Kakao ID. He was trying to pick you up!”
You turn back around in time for the green light. “Huh. Look him up on KakaoTalk for me.”
“Wait, what?” says Dino. “That’s a bad idea, you shouldn’t —”
“Found him,” Seungkwan announces. “Yi Hajun.”
“Yah, don’t!” Dino says loudly. “Why would you even bother, he’s obviously not a good person!”
“You didn’t even meet him,” says Vernon.
“Yeah, but what kind of weirdo goes around handing out his contact information on coffee cups?? Do you think nuna should meet that kind of person?”
“Relax, Chan-ah, I’m not going to marry the guy.” You turn onto the final street and glance at the clock. You just might make it.
“Yeah, well, he doesn’t look that good in bed, either!”
Seungkwan sighs. “I did not need that visual.”
WTF? You ignore Dino’s non-sequitur as you park the van and turn off the engine. “Okay, let’s go, we have two minutes to spare.”
Seungkwan and Vernon hop out, but Dino remains in the backseat. “Nuna, promise you won’t contact that guy.”
“Come on,” you urge, checking the clock again, “we’re going to be late.”
“Promise first!” He doesn’t budge.
“All right, I promise!” Why this is relevant to him, you’re not sure, but anything to get your idols to their schedules on time. “Now move, please.”
Finally Dino gets out of the van, and you lock up and jog in after them with an internal sigh of relief. What a job.
*
You finish unpacking everything by mid-Tuesday, and use the afternoon to scope out the local shops and do a much-needed grocery run to stock up your bare apartment. After dishing out a few hundred thousand won, you head back home laden with bags.
As you’re approaching your building, a familiar-looking vehicle catches your attention.
Your steps slow. The van’s parked on the opposite side of the street, and you keep a careful eye on it as you draw closer.
Just as you get close enough to read the license number, someone exits it.
“Nuna?”
You stagger to a halt. It really is him: Dino, dressed in all black, with a face mask pulled high and a ball cap pulled low, casually standing in the street in front of your apartment.
“Chan-ah, what —” Instinctively you glance around to see if anyone’s in the vicinity. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to talk to you.” He hurries toward you, hands reaching for your grocery bags. “Do you live here, nuna? Here, let me help.”
You side-step him and beeline for the van. “Who drove you? Taehui-yah, is that you?”
Taehui pokes his head out the driver’s seat window, wearing a sheepish smile. “Y/N-ah, hi.”
“Sorry about this, Hui-yah.” You shake your head in disbelief.
“No, it’s okay,” he replies, good-natured as always. “I wanted to come see your new neighbourhood anyway.”
“You told Taehui-hyeong you were moving but you didn’t tell me?” Dino butts in indignantly. “Really, nuna?”
You turn to him with a tsk. “Hurry up and say what you wanted to say before someone sees you.”
His eyes widen, and he glances around the street. “Right here? But… that’s kind of awkward.”
“Then let’s talk in the van.”
“Won’t your groceries go bad?”
Good point. “Fine. You guys can come up to my place.” You turn and head for your building.
“No, hyeong has to stay in the van,” Dino says quickly.
“Eh?” You turn back. “Why?”
“Because! That’s… that’s what we agreed.” He ushers you forward, away from the van and toward your building.
“Hui-yah, is this okay?” you call.
“Just get him back out here by five-thirty,” he calls back.
“Okay!”
When you turn back around, you find Dino’s somehow taken most of your grocery bags into his own hands. Well, you won’t complain.
On the elevator ride up, you remember Jeonghyeon. “Oh, shoot.” You scramble for your phone.
“What is it?” Dino asks.
“My roommate.” Exiting the elevator, you draft up a quick text.
“You got a roommate?”
His shocked tone makes you pause and look up. “Eh? I’ve always had a roommate.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Ever since I came to Seoul.” You send Jeonghyeon the text and continue on to your apartment.
“Oh.”
“You really don’t know anything about me, huh,” you say lightly as you unlock your door and step inside.
When you turn around, Dino’s standing at your threshold, looking at you with big eyes full of hurt.
“Hey — come on, I was joking.” You put down your bags and wave him in, feeling bad. “I didn’t mean it like that, Chan-ah.”
“Well, you’re not wrong,” he mumbles, trudging in and setting the groceries down gently. “But you know what, nuna?”
“Hm?” You close the door and turn to find him staring at you intently. “What is it?”
He takes a step forward. “I thought about it, and I don’t think it’s all my fault that I don’t know anything about you.”
“Hang on, I never said it was your fault.”
“I know, but what I mean is: you were too good of a manager.” He takes another step. “And maybe I was too good of an idol, right? That’s why our relationship was like that. That’s why you just felt like you were doing your job all the time.”
You smile a little wryly. “That’s one way to look at it, sure.”
Dino stops in front of you, expression earnest. “But see, now we’re no longer like that. You’re not my manager, I’m not your idol.”
To your surprise, he takes your hands and clasps them in his.
“Now we can have an equal relationship,” he finishes.
Uh. What?
“What are you talking about?” You pull your hands away.
He grabs on tighter and leans in. “We’re friends now, nuna.”
His tone is so matter-of-fact that for a second you actually believe him.
Then you shake your head. “What? No, that’s not —”
“Before we were just colleagues, right? Now we’re friends. You can tell me things like who your roommate is, how your family is, what you do on your days off. You can tell me everything about yourself.”
He’s looking so sincerely into your eyes that it almost physically hurts to look away. “Chan-ah, we can’t.” You tug your hands free again and tuck them behind your back.
“Why not? You’re not my manager anymore.”
“I’m not your manager anymore, but you’re still an idol,” you point out. “You still have all the responsibilities and restrictions of your job, your life. And now I’m no longer part of that life.”
“But I’m allowed to have friends,” he says indignantly, drawing back. “I’m allowed to choose you to be part of my life as my friend.”
“Listen, thank you for saying that, but — I can’t.”
“If we become friends, Chan-ah, I’m going to start liking you.”
…
Wait.
You said it.
What the fuck?
You can feel your eyes growing huge, a mirror to Dino’s widening eyes, a mutual staredown over the gruesome confession that’s just come out of your mouth.
THUD.
Something hard hits you from the back, and you topple forward onto the floor.
“Ow,” you groan.
“Nuna! Are you okay?!”
“Oh my God, Y/N-ah, sorry!” That’s Jeonghyeon’s voice.
You roll over weakly onto your back and squint up at Jeonghyeon, who stands in the doorway with a hand on the doorknob and a hand to her mouth.
“I didn’t know you were standing behind the door — are you okay?” She hurries in and crouches down beside you. “Did you hit your head?”
“Ow. I’m okay. Welcome back.” You close your eyes and dizzily let her pull you up into a sitting position. “Sorry, this guy showed up without giving advance warning. Jeonghyeon, meet Chan.”
“Nice to meet you,” Dino says automatically. “Wait, never mind that — nuna, shouldn’t you go to the hospital?”
You wave him off as you stand, holding onto Jeonghyeon. “I’m fine. Anyway, you should go now.”
“Me?” Dino looks between the two of you. “But — we’re not done talking.”
“Yeah, well, Jeonghyeon’s home, so time’s up.” Avoiding eye contact, you move around him and into the kitchen to start putting away the groceries. “I bought groceries, Hyeon-ah.”
“So I see.” She puts down her bag and hangs up her coat, side-eyeing Dino all the while. “Why is he here?”
“Oh, um, let me introduce myself,” Dino says quickly. “Hello, I’m Dino of Seventeen.”
“Right. You’re the guy who didn’t show up yesterday after making an appointment with her.”
He ducks his head. “I’m sorry. That was my bad.”
“So. Again. Why are you here?” You can hear Jeonghyeon’s eyebrow raise in her voice. “Did you come to confess your love for her or something like that?”
“No, I did that already,” you say ruefully, sticking your head deep in the fridge as you put away the soy milk.
“Oh. Wait, what?” Jeonghyeon drops the eyebrow raise and comes over to join you in the fridge. “You did what?”
“I said I liked him. By accident.” You share a grimace with her. “It was right before you opened the door into me, actually, so you had great timing.”
“Wow.” She lets out her breath in a low whistle.
“Yeah. That’s probably going to be the lowlight of my thirties right there.”
“Now what?”
“Now he leaves, and we pretend nothing ever happened.”
“Uh, excuse me.” Dino knocks on the fridge door, then peers around the edge. “I’m right here, you know. I can hear you.”
“Great! Then you know what to do.” Jeonghyeon straightens, gives her excellent no-nonsense smile and starts ushering him out. “Go back safely~”
“I still have things to say,” he protests. “Just hear me out!”
“Sorry, time to leave —”
“I like you too, nuna!!”
You look around at that.
Both Dino and Jeonghyeon are looking back at you. Jeonghyeon’s jaw is slightly dropped; Dino’s staring at you like Jeonghyeon’s not even there.
“Um,” you say.
Dino makes a frustrated sound. “Can I talk to you in private, please?”
Jeonghyeon tilts her head at you. After a moment, you give her a tiny nod and move toward Dino. “Let’s go outside.”
He doesn’t move. “Are you kicking me out?”
“Either we talk outside, or we don’t talk at all,” you say bluntly.
“…Okay.” He turns and exits the apartment but holds onto the door, as though making sure you won’t close it on him.
“I’m going to start cooking dinner,” Jeonghyeon tells you. “Take your time.”
You give her a grateful smile before following Dino outside.
He stands fidgeting in the hallway as you lock the door. “Nuna.”
“Not here. Let’s go back to the van.” You start down the hall to the elevator.
“The van? But Taehui-hyeong’s there.”
“There’s nowhere else we can go.”
“So why not your place?” You can hear the pout in his voice without even looking at him.
“Jeonghyeon hates having strangers over. It’s the first rule of our roommate agreement.”
“Then why did you invite me here in the first place?”
You press the elevator button. “I invited you yesterday, when I gave Jeonghyeon enough notice so she wouldn’t be home at the same time.”
“So it’s okay as long as she’s not there?”
“Yes.”
“Weird,” he mutters as he gets in the elevator after you.
You send him a speaking look.
“Sorry,” he says quickly.
“Pro tip: if you like someone, don’t call their friends weird.”
He doesn’t reply. You glance over to find him looking at you.
“What?”
“You’re right,” he says. “I like you.”
“Wha — ?!” You whip back around to face the front. You can feel your ears starting to burn.
“I like you, nuna,” he says, louder. “You like me too, right?”
Fortunately, the elevator reaches the ground floor just then. You dart out without answering and power-march out of the building and toward the van, resolutely not looking at him.
“Nuna!” Dino breaks into a jog to catch up to you. “That’s what you said, isn’t it?”
“I didn’t,” you shoot over your shoulder, not looking around. “Now be quiet before you attract attention.”
You reach the van and knock hurriedly on the driver’s side. Taehui jerks upright from his doze and rolls down the window. “Y/N-ah, hey. You’re done?”
“Almost.” You open the rear door and get in. “Come on, Chan-ah.”
“What do you mean, you didn’t?” Dino says, clambering on after you. “You clearly said it!”
“Hurry up and close the door.” You lean forward and tap Taehui on the shoulder. “Hui-yah, let’s go back to the dorms.”
“What?! No!” Dino grabs your hand in his. “Don’t, hyeong!”
“Uhhhh,” says Taehui.
You pull away with a huff. Fine, if you have to hash this out in front of Taehui, you will. “Chan-ah, look, I was just joking around, okay? Let’s just forget about this.”
“I wasn’t.”
“What?”
“I wasn’t joking, nuna. I like you.”
You glance nervously at Taehui. “Okay, seriously, this isn’t funny —”
“I’mnot joking. Ask Taehui-hyeong. I told all the manager-hyeong already.”
“You what?!” You turn your head to gape at Taehui. His awkward expression seems to confirm this.
“The reason I couldn’t come yesterday is because I told them this,” Dino continues, “and we spent the entire day arguing with senior management.”
“WHAT?” You’re pretty sure you’re in the process of losing your mind. “Lee Chan, you’re an idol.”
“I know!” he says. “I know. But I also know that I like you. And now… now I know that you like me too.”
“Yah, I never said I like you, I said I might start liking you!”
“You said you will start liking me!”
“So what??” Your voice is raised; you sit back and try to bring your volume down. “Okay. Look. You know what? It doesn’t matter.”
“How can you say that? Now we both know how the other feels!”
“It doesn’t matter, because we can’t date.”
“Nuna, I talked to management about this already! You can ask Taehui-hyeong, he was there. You know we don’t have an official dating ban.”
You give him your most stern stare. “Lee Chan, I am not going to date you.”
He blinks, opens his mouth, then pauses.
Finally: “Why not?” he asks, his tone wilted.
You sigh. “I know what it takes to be a celebrity. You owe your entire life to your fans. You live in the public eye. Your livelihood is built on societal sentiment.”
“My true fans would be happy for me to date someone I like!”
“But I don’t want to date a celebrity, Chan-ah,” you say. “I don’t want to date someone living in the public eye. I want to date someone normal like Taehui and deal with ordinary relationship issues.”
His eyes bug out. “Taehui-hyeong?” His head whips around toward the driver’s seat. “Hyeong?!”
“What? No, no, no.” Taehui shakes his head, a look of alarm on his face.
“Hey, I was just using him as an example!” you say quickly. “You know, for example, if I date Taehui, he doesn’t have any fans who might send me hate mail, and if we break up, I don’t have to see his face on the Internet.”
“Why would you date Taehui-hyeong though?!”
“I meant someone like Taehui!” You facepalm. “You’re totally missing the point.”
“Chan-ah, she’s saying she doesn’t want to date a celebrity,” Taehui intervenes. “Don’t you think you should respect her choice?”
“But —”
“He’s right. It’s my choice.” You’re grateful to Taehui for articulating it that way. “Can you respect that, Chan-ah?”
Dino looks down, crestfallen. “When you put it that way…” he mumbles.
You soften your tone. “It means a lot that you care about me. It really does. But I can’t be part of your world anymore.”
His brow creases in confusion. “You used to be, though. You were our assistant manager.”
“And I left. I left, for a reason.”
“…What reason?”
“The longer I worked, the clearer I saw how the K-pop industry turns humans into products.” You take a breath. “I know you chose this, and I’m not saying you made the wrong choice. But I can’t remain in this system. I can’t continue to contribute and uphold it. There’s too much dissonance in my head.”
Dino looks up, brow still scrunched. “Then — if I wasn’t an idol —”
Oh dear. “Stop. I’m not asking you to change,” you say. “We’re not going to change for each other, all right? Some day you’ll find someone who doesn’t mind dating a K-pop idol, and that person will be right for you.”
His throat moves visibly as he swallows. “I believe you’re right for me,” he says, voice thick.
“But I don’t believe you are for me,” you say, as gently as you can. “You’re not right for me, Chan-ah.”
He blinks a few times, then breaks eye contact and looks down without replying.
You look at Taehui, who’s watching through the rearview mirror with a concerned expression. “Hui-yah, sorry for making you listen to all this, and thanks for taking care of Chan. I appreciate everything you’ve done, really.”
“You know it’s no problem.” He turns around to clasp your hand briefly. “Take care of yourself, Y/N-ah, okay? Be happy.”
“You too, Hui-yah. Best of luck with everything.” You muster up a smile and wave. “Then… I’ll get going. Good-bye.”
You open the van door, get out and turn to close it.
“Nuna.” Dino’s there, holding the door open.
You look at him, at the faint glint of unshed tears in his eyes, and you can feel your throat close up with your own tears.
“Be happy, Chan-ah,” you say, and turn away.
That’s how you walk out of Seventeen’s lives; that’s how you walk out of Lee Chan’s life.
genre:angst, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining
word count: 20.8k (ha ha buckle in)
warnings: divorce, implied sexual activities (but no smut), profanity
a/n:it’s here!! first, i want to say thank you all for your interest in this fic; it was truly unexpected, but your support motivated me to finish this after months of sitting on it with no clue as to which direction i wanted this to go. this started roughly three months ago when i started watching thirty nine (which i finished last night btw; go watch it if you’re into sad stuff), and also listening to loote’s song of the same name! smth abt tomorrow tonight + thirty nine angst made me want to write this sadness so…yeah. i truly did not anticipate this being my longest fic to date at 20k words, but here she is :’) thank you to @gyukultand@twogyuu for beta reading this bc i was too tired to re-read it myself LOL @_@ i hope you all enjoy it, and as always, please be sure to leave your feedback via reblogs/replies/asks!! <3 enjoy !!
Your voice filled the empty night air, crude words accompanied by the chilling winter wind. He was facing away from you, his back hunched over as he sat on the carousel in the children’s park outside your apartment. Even under the poorly-lit street lamps, you recognized the back of his head: the way his hair—cut close to his nape—faded into his skin, and how his white, cotton button-down shirt hugged his wide back as he rested his elbows on his knees. He was rubbing his palms together, his breath visible in the night as he tried to warm himself.
Dipshit, you thought to yourself. It was below freezing and he was out here without a jacket.
He turned around to greet you with a smile, though it wasn’t the same cocky grin he usually gave you when you called him unpleasant names. This one was different. It was… sad. Given the way his hair was tousled, you could guess he had probably gone drinking with his coworkers before he came to see you.
“Things would be so much easier if we would just be honest to each other.”
Love intake - seokmin
synopsis’seokmin knew when you missed 3 of his calls that you’re drop-dead drunk because of your ex. What he didn’t know was his decision to slowly wear his heart on his sleeve.
genre/themes/warning’fluff, comfort, mentions of drinking, food, almost swearing (?), best friends to lovers, (tell me if I missed anything!)
authors note’this one took me forever to write omg. I have like 3 drafts of the same title with completely different stories, but end up settling for this one (hopefully it’s a good choice) I feel like seokmin has been climbing up my bias list ever so slowly these days, how to function??? Anywaysss enjoy reader! ^^
now playing’ pizza pepperoni - Rahmania Astrini
word count’1 576
“You look terrible.”
You snickered, holding up your weight with one arm, “What a way to wake a drunk person up.” Seokmin chuckled and gave his hand out which you gladly took, holding on to properly sit down. “When did you get here?” you slowly feel the haziness dissipates and took note of how dry your voice sounded. Seokmin handed you the glass of water you presume he had set on the coffee table. “A little over 30 mins. I came running because you decide to reside to alcohol over your own best friend.” he pouts.
ෆ fic synopsis: kim mingyu’s trouble with luck makes you think you’re being played by him after failing to meet on every. single. date. what does it take for the two of you to finally meet in person? ෆ pairing: kmg x reader (gn) ෆ fic genre: humor, romance ෆ preview warnings: cursing, food ෆ preview wc: 1.6k (full fic is an estimated 7-15k) ෆ a/n: here is the preview to chapter one of another fic i’m excited to share with you all. this one is dedicated to the best boy and the awkward phase glow-ups. please lmk down below or in my asks/dms if you would like to be on the taglist - whatever you’re most comfortable with! i’m aiming to post the full fic in june or july :0)
DK is positive that if he sneezed, the puff of air that shoots out of his nose would be strong enough to knock over the guy he is currently helping hold steady.
But Kim Mingyu – tall, lanky, and irrationally stubborn, refuses to accept help from his obviously more capable roommate. He stands on his makeshift stepladder and attempts to shimmy out his giant hard-shell suitcase he somehow managed to store at the top of his closet the day he moved into the dorm. However, the only thing Mingyu seems to be taking out of his closet is the dust that collected on top of his belongings, and DK is trying his very best not to sneeze.
Who would have thought that Kim Mingyu would be built like one of those wavy inflatable tube guys you see while driving past car dealerships on the highway? His little self-intro on the university roommates request page painted him to be an outgoing type of guy – likes photography, running, and dogs; dislikes people who are rude to waiters, bad vibes, and heights. His profile picture was an aesthetic photo of him in some art museum in Europe. Mingyu turned out to be exactly who and how he described himself. However, had DK or Minghao known their literal pre-serum Steve Roger roommate wasn’t who they thought him to physically be, they would’ve assigned him to the loft bed with the standing closet when they were deciding bedspaces before moving into their dorms.
Now, DK can only stand behind his roommate with his two hands gripped firmly around the wooden chair’s backrest and hope the suitcase doesn’t take his roommate out before the mosquitos from wherever Mingyu is heading do.
For starters, it’s hard to believe a college sophomore – one who has to sleep on the bottom bunk because the floor is closer to the humidifier – is going on a journey to some place where he probably couldn’t restock on his precious Aquaphor that he has to slug onto his cracked heels every night and then protect with his aloe-infused fluffy bed socks. Mingyu is physically weak. He is like a Basset Hound puppy who keeps tripping on its long ears because it still needs to grow into them. He is a Victorian child experiencing EDM for the first time. He is the school Wi-Fi when everybody is back from vacation. A Lego Man figurine is probably more built than Kim Mingyu in every single physical aspect – and that is not an overstatement.
And his luck – oh, how unlucky Kim Mingyu can be at times.
Minghao, their third roommate, tells him its puberty, but Kim Mingyu’s hardhead firmly believes he is the unluckiest man in the world. Puberty, Minghao reminds him. He’s simply going through puberty. It just doesn’t seem like it because his growth spurt arrived ages before his puberty did. Mingyu digresses.
It is a bunch of small, often uncomfortable or inconvenient, occurrences bundled into one that leads Mingyu to believe he has somehow been cursed. Setting off the fire alarm after using the new microwave in their floor’s common room? In reality, some kid snuck in an illegal rice cooker and forgot to open the window while cooking some rice. Sleeping past an alarm the day after he accidentally stepped on a crack in the sidewalk? He didn’t know he accidentally set his alarm as P.M. instead of A.M.. His clumsiness? He wears clothes in sizes either too big or too small for his body. He’s never heard of tailoring before.
Mingyu claims his curse started when he was dared to download an Ouija Board app on his phone on the bus ride home from one of his high school field trips. DK reminds him that where there is a cause, there is an effect.
So, when Mingyu abruptly announces to his two roommates that he’s leaving in the middle of the semester for some Eat, Pray, Love type of trip with his rich aunt, the two roommates can only ask why and whether or not rent is going to be more expensive given that there would technically only be two roommates instead of three:
“I dunno-” Mingyu picks up his sub, trying to adjust his grip so the tomato slices don’t slip out when he takes a bite. “I think it’ll be a nice change.”
DK gawks at him while Minghao looks through his tote bag for a hair tie. Mingyu shrugs and brings the sandwich to his lips. A tomato slice slips out from the backend and lands on the ceramic plate. Mingyu sighs and sets his sandwich back down on his plate and opens it to tuck the tomato slice back into place.
The most level-headed of the trio, DK, stares at the guy who sleeps below him reattempt to take a successful bite of his sandwich. Minghao, whose long hair is now tied in a manbun, twirls his fork around his plate of spaghetti.
“You know it’s bad for your scalp if you tie your hair too tightly,” Mingyu gestures to his own head to show Minghao. There are bread crumbs in the corner of his lips, and some sauce on his fingers. He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean before taking another bite.
Minghao ignores him and stares outside the window at the family of ducks making their way into the shade outside of the dormitory dining hall.
A nice change is what newly divorced couples say in movies. A nice change is giving your childhood bedroom a makeover. A nice change is when Mingyu finally takes off his damn braces so he doesn’t spit on people while he talks. DK reckons it’s because Mingyu is having trouble adjusting to adulthood. He’s a second-year going through what Minghao calls a “prolonged puberty experience,” but DK thinks that all Mingyu needs is time. He has the braces, the lisp, and the inability to act normal in front of crushes. It’s normal. Everybody moves at their own pace. All Mingyu needs is a little confidence and a major glow-up.
“You said you’re going with your aunt?” DK pinches a fry between his fingers and decides to drop it back down. “What about our dorm and school?”
Outside, a Resident Director leads a group of elementary school students on a tour around the dormitory area. The students look around the several tall dormitories and point at the ducks when they see them. The teachers who walk behind their students are too busy staring at their phones to care if the students chase after the animals.
“Hey, do you think ducks are easy to pick up?” Xu Minghao gently sets his fork down and cups his hands, placing them side-by-side. He looks at his imaginary bowl, “They look like they’ll fit perfectly in my hands, yunno. Perfectly scoopable.”
“My aunt isn’t married and doesn’t have any kids so she says she’ll give me her money if I travel with her,” Mingyu chews with his mouth open and pauses to wash it down with some milk. He exhales and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Something about going on a journey to prove that material wealth isn’t all there is in the world.”
Having lost his appetite, DK pushes his plate of fries away from him. He asks Mingyu, “Isn’t it counterproductive because you need money to travel the world?”
“Ehh,” Mingyu slinks in his seat, but reaches over to grab some of the abandoned fries. “But don’t worry about my grades. I’ll be studying abroad and will probably be back in time for graduation. Hopefully my credits can transfer. And my aunt is paying for my dorm so you guys don’t have to worry about paying more.”
“And the school is okay with you paying even through you’re not going to be here?”
“Universities don’t care as long as they’re earning money,” Minghao huffs and stabs a meatball with his fork. “But God forbid I take more than three free yoga classes at the rec center and all of a sudden I’m banned for the rest of the month.”
A new group of friends set their bags down at the table next to where the trio are sitting. One of them seems to recognize DK and politely waves at him before catching up with their friends to line up for food. DK smiles and waves back – he only met them a few days ago.
“I- I think taking that trip will be good for me,” Mingyu stutters when he realizes he has been staring at DK’s friend the entire time. His eyes quickly travel back to looking at his best friend’s fries. He fidgets his fingers before reaching for another one, “Maybe I can meet some new people, learn a few things, and bulk up from all the traveling I’ll be doing.”
Minghao opens the dorm door and enters with a duck tucked under his arm, American football style. He makes his way over to his desk and drops off a few textbooks. DK swears the duck looked at him straight in the eye.
“Yn said you should come to the beach hangout on Saturday,” he tells DK while grabbing his water bottle and yoga mat.
“I’ll think about it,” DK is still staring at the duck who seems perfectly content with being held by the Second Year.
Minghao shrugs and swings the mat over his shoulder. The duck quacks, and Minghao waves goodbye before exiting their shared room. Mingyu, who successfully managed to start pulling out his suitcase from an angle, sneezes and pushes it back into place.
➝ feat. Soonyoung, Jennie, Jeonghan, Shua, Chaeyoung, etc.
➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3
➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!
You don’t remember a time when you don’t have Wonwoo by your side. But when things happen and you’re left to deal with your feelings, you can’t help but wonder if what you have with him can be framed under the name of friendship after all.
or, alternatively, Wonwoo’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember and he doesn’t know if he should be thankful or not that you’ve never suspected him for it.
: Wonwoo (ft. Seokmin) // angst // 1772 words (with the lyrics)
based on the song Spoiler by Epik High!
A/N: i… just realized im uncomfotable writing cheating prompt im so sorry anon i tried to work around it so i hope it’s okay!! also, will update the rules lol so thank you for that ^^ on another note… this is more sad than it is jealousy……… anon pls forgive me sjdhhdfb
너의 차가운 눈빛과 말투가 스포일러
Your cold eyes and words are spoilers
너의 모든 행동 속에 우리의 끝이 보여
I see the end of us in everything that you do
I tell myself that can’t be it but I can feel the spoiler
Should I watch till the end? Should I just leave now?
Wonwoo sees it coming. Sees the way you’re finding interest in everything except in him little by little. And yet, he denies it; tells himself that it’d be okay again, that you’d find yourself back to him again if he loves you diligently and tries hard enough to bring you back to him.
But how can he tell himself all is okay when he’s witnessing you falling out of love? When he feels your reluctance everytime you’re with him?
Who can he blame this at? You, for falling out of love without meaning to? Himself, for not being enough?
Or Lee Seokmin, who steps into your life and starts taking you away from him?
➝ feat. Soonyoung, Jennie, Jeonghan, Shua, Chaeyoung, etc.
➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // best friends to lovers // idiots to lovers lol // fluff // a lil drama bc why not // somewhat angsty // clicheeeee <3
➝ series warning: OC is Dense with a capital D, so many cliches but idc, implied sexual activities (but no actual smut scenes), eventual suggestive scenes, theyre both idiots, food, insecurity and self doubts, somewhat toxic parents, someone fainted like once, not always proofread am sorry ;-; that’s probably it? tell me if there’s more!
You don’t remember a time when you don’t have Wonwoo by your side. But when things happen and you’re left to deal with your feelings, you can’t help but wonder if what you have with him can be framed under the name of friendship after all.
or, alternatively, Wonwoo’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember and he doesn’t know if he should be thankful or not that you’ve never suspected him for it.
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You look up from your spot near your mirror, glancing at the box in Seungcheol’s hands. You squint, trying to wrack your brain on what you’d ordered recently.
Bathroom curtains? No, that was custom ordered, it wouldn’t be in the country for a long time…Shoes? No…you got them two days ago. New lens for Seungcheol’s camera? No, that was on back order-
The moment it clicked for you, you come over to him, grabbing the box excitedly and plopping onto the bed. Seungcheol peeked curiously, watching as you open the box with a pair of scissors, pulling out plastic bags with multi-colored articles of clothing inside.
“I ordered from Caratland a bit ago and it finally came!”
Seungcheol takes a seat beside you, curiously looking at the bags. He didn’t open any of them, instead waiting for you to do it first, since it was your order, anyway.
The moment you do, his lips part, eyes widening as you pull out a see-through white crop top. It was knotted in the front, a blue plaid pattern adorning the collar, knot, and the end of the sleeves. You pull out the skirt that came with it, excited as you feel the soft material between your fingers.
You feel Seungcheol’s eyes on you and look up, smiling at the telltale blush on his cheeks.
“I bought some lingerie…I wanted a small self-confidence booster, so a friend suggested I buy some clothes. The website makes clothes in my size too so I didn’t have to settle.” your voice is excited as you explain, taking more outfits out. Seungcheol watched you more than the clothes on the bed, smiling softly at how excited you were.
“Gyu should be out of the shower soon. Do you want to show him as well?” He inquired, rubbing your thigh gently. You smile and nod, taking out more clothes and laying them across the bed so the outfits could be seen clearly.
By the time Mingyu came out of the shower, a towel tied low around his waist, all of your clothes had been laid out on your bed.
“What’s going on?”
“I bought some lingerie.”
Mingyu’s brows go up in interest, coming over to the bed, kneeling as you begin pointing at each lingerie, tilting your cheek up to accept a kiss from Gyu before you did so.
“I showed Cheol this one but it’s got this mini skirt look I’ve always wanted to try. I haven’t actually tried any of these on yet because I wanted to wait for you, but I’m sure my ass will be out.”
Mingyu perked at the notion, but didn’t say anything until he pointed at one of several black outfits.
“What’s this one?”
“Oh, this is a succubus one, look!” The men listened as you showed off each one, exchanging kisses and the occasional dirty comment here and there. You feel pride bubble in your chest as you try some of the outfits on, grateful for the website’s plus sizes actually being accurate and fitting you just right.
By the time you’re done, Mingyu looks like he’s hatching a plan in his head, tapping his chin as he glanced between some of the outfits. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing against his back as you tilt your head.
“What? Don’t like these?”
“No, these are my favorite, actually. I was wondering if we could do a shoot with you in them.”
Seungcheol nearly chokes on the water he was drinking while you feel butterflies flutter in your chest at the notion.
“In these? You’d want to?”
“You look fantastic in them. I’m thinking about a few props that could look good with some of these and I bet it would be a fantastic shoot.”
You send him a teasing look, poking his cheek.
“You just want to see me posed in the lingerie. Joshua said he would kill us if he caught us fucking in the studio again, y’know?”
“He and Jeonghan are away for a wedding photo shoot on Jeju. They won’t be back this week.” Seungcheol helpfully informed you. You blink and look at him before looking at the desk calendar at your bedside table.
Sure enough, ‘Josh is out, keep the studio clean’ was sprawled across this week’s days, starting today. You can’t help but to notice the small ’Don’t fuck in the studio’ sprawled in small handwriting beside it. It was clear who wrote what.
You feel yourself smile, hugging Mingyu tighter as you set your head above his.
“What are we waiting for?”
-xoxo-
“You are a work of art, you know that?”
Goosebumps rise on your skin, your eyes closed and your head tilted up towards the sound of Seungcheol’s voice. Fingers ghost over your shoulders before you feel your breasts being cupped from behind and kneaded gently.
“Stay still, that’s perfect.”
You feel his lips on your throat, kissing above your pulse as Mingyu takes pictures.
There are a pair of pointed fantasy ears adhered to your own, painted to match your skin tone. It almost makes you giggle as you feel them brush against Seungcheol’s head before he grabs your jaw, thumb against your chin, and tilts your head, his free hand reaching between your legs to rub your clit.
“Y/N, look this way, baby.”
You follow Mingyu’s direction, opening your eyes and looking in his direction, your breath hitching as you feel Seungcheol’s fingers rubbing in small circles. You’d all decided to go with a succubus look for this shoot, with Seungcheol sitting you in his lap to do your makeup beforehand, stealing small kisses from you.
Mingyu had dressed you, picking one of the more latex-looking lingerie you’d bought, one that hugged your stomach, not in a way to hide your body shape, but to accent it. Your love handles were out, a spiked garter high up on your thigh holding up a pair of intentionally ripped fishnets. The body suit was formfitting, your nipple piercings leaving flower-shaped imprints on the top.
“Baby, are you spacing out?”
You realize your gaze had drifted to the floor as your mind wandered, looking at Mingyu with the smolder he probably had been looking for. He smiled, snapping a few pictures from different angles before nodding at Seungcheol.
You miss the contact he had with you as he moved away from your body, but he wasn’t gone for long, coming back with lubed fingers and once more kneeling behind you on the couch you’d been posing on. He once more grabbed your chin, this time tilting your face towards his, smiling as he hovered over your lips, pushing his middle finger into you slowly.
A gasp leaves your lips, and you almost miss the quick ‘that’s good ’ from Mingyu followed by camera clicks as you slowly take in Seungcheol’s features.
Staring into his eyes, you feel your mind wander ever so slightly.
It took a while before you could convince him to come from behind the camera to join in on shoots with you and Mingyu.
-xoxo-
You yourself were an erotic model, and you’d be lying if you said it was easy to get where you were now. You’d seen it all, photographers refusing to take you because they didn’t like the shape of your body, photographers clearly showing more…problematic views on models with larger body types…but you remained unshaken.
You know your worth. Big and beautiful and if some asshole wouldn’t add you to their portfolio, that was their loss.
You’d actually met Seungcheol at one of those turned-down shoots, back when he was studying the technique of some asshole who made you sit in your robes in the corner of the room for nearly three hours waiting to be photographed. All while he very clearly focused on the girls who’d stumbled in late as hell, spilled Starbucks on some of the props, and made one of the makeup artists cry.
Seungcheol approached you, then, offered you a bottle of cold water while a camera dangled around his neck.
“If it’s alright…I’d like to do a shoot with you. It’s becoming more obvious this guy doesn’t have any respect for his models or his craft but I’d like to keep you from wasting any more time here waiting on him.”
It was kind, and you finished half of your bottle before you nodded, moving out of the way of the other crew members and actually taking your pictures up on the roof. There were fairy lights adorning the outdoor set and you felt pride in your chest at the audible gasp Seungcheol let out as you dropped your robe for the first time.
Your shoot was nothing short of professional the first time. The next dozen, as well, once you’d taken your talents to Joshua’s studio thanks to Seungcheol’s word.
It was when Mingyu came in that things got more interesting.
Both a model and photographer, Mingyu was the first person you’d ever posed with.
It was a BDSM shoot, all latex and leather, collars and leashes, and hands-on intimacy that made your heart flutter. Again, things were professional at first, even after you found out Mingyu was dating Seungcheol, you three kept things in the studio focused and on task, creating varied shoots that did well for you all and the studio itself.
To the surprise of both of you, it was Mingyu who had asked you out on a date, smiling as Seungcheol nearly dropped his camera somewhere behind him.
You blink in surprise, looking at Seungcheol before looking at Mingyu.
“A date? Like a platonic one?”
“I mean…it could be platonic if you want it to be, I meant more romantic….did Hyung not tell you he liked you?”
You feel the distant sound of a windows shutdown noise play in your head as Seungcheol, mortified, pushes Mingyu out of the door, eyes wide and face flushed.
“D-Don’t w-worry about it, we’re leaving early, I can’t believe you, Gyu!”
You hear Mingyu getting scolded all the way down the hall and smile to yourself.
The next time, a month later, it’s you to ask, laughing at the shocked look on both of their faces.
“You didn’t let me respond, yknow.” You teased as both of them became ecstatic.
Who knew that one date, three years ago, would start this beautiful relationship you all have now-
“Baby, if you keep spacing out, I may have to change tactics.”
You blink back into focus again as Seungcheol slides a second finger into you, slowly pushing it in and out as he closed the gap between you, kissing you.
It was slow, with Seungcheol claiming every corner of your mouth as his other hand groped and kneaded your breast, fingers curling around the piercing.
“Cheol-” you gasp his name, clenching around his fingers as he works them faster in and out of you. Your hand drifts down between his legs, squeezing his cock and smiling as he let out his own gasp, tucking his face into your neck as you stroke him through the pants he’s wearing.
You don’t hear the sound of the camera clicking anymore, but before you have the chance to inspect why, Mingyu approached, kissing the nape of Seungcheol’s neck before he pulled his pants down.
Seungcheol’s cock is hot and heavy in your hand as you stroke him, smiling up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches as Mingyu quickly darts back behind the camera.
You hear him praising you both, but you only focus on Seungcheol’s expression. His jaw is tight as he tried to keep his face in check, but you can see he wants to break.
Hold you by the back of your neck, purr praise, and close his eyes as he lets his cock slide in and out of your mouth.
Technically he could do that and still not ruin the shots, in your opinion, but Seungcheol liked to keep himself in check while you three had your photoshoots.
Part of you is waiting for him to realize this is just for the three of you and just a shameless excuse for you to show off your new clothes to them and possibly ruin another studio couch by fooling around but you’d let him continue to hold back.
For now.
He really was so handsome when he was concentrating.
You wrap your lips around his cock, slowly bobbing your head as you stroke him at the base, smiling to yourself at the shudder you feel running through his body.
“Perk your ass up, Y/n. Good girl, just like that.”
You hope Mingyu’s getting some good POV shots with all of his instructions, but you’ve already checked out, wanting more out of Seungcheol.
You let your hips sway, fondling his balls as you look into his eyes once more.
Seungcheol was big on that, the eye contact.
It had to grow on you a bit, but the intimacy definitely spiked the more you looked into his eyes, taking in every gasp, groan breathless chuckle.
Seungcheol’s fingers twitch ever so slightly as he watched you and you idly wish you’d used a lower quality lipstick so it would smudge as you blew him.
Finding out Seungcheol and Mingyu enjoyed lipstick blowjobs and the mess was a very interesting anniversary surprise.
Maybe next time.
For now, you close your eyes, feeling his fingers kneading the back of your neck as you bob your head. You can’t help the moan that left your throat as he worked out the tension from your neck.
Your hips move on their own, swaying as you spread your knees apart, pressing your tongue along the thick underside vein of his cock.
You’re not sure how long it takes from the beginning of the shoot for Seungcheol to lose his patience, but it becomes apparent when he pulls himself from your throat, picking you up easily and setting you in his lap for a kiss.
You smile, grabbing him by the collar, keeping him close as you shifted about, straddling his thigh. Seungcheol noticed and let out a muffled chuckle, lifting his thigh so you could grind down onto it.
Your fingers find their way into his hair, pulling lightly as you moan, rolling your hips and moaning as you feel your clit rub against him through your bodysuit.
You faintly catch movement out of the corner of your eye until suddenly your kiss is being interrupted by Mingyu moving behind you, cupping your jaw and tilting your neck up to kiss you. Seungcheol took the distraction as the opportunity to move your body suit in a way for your breasts to be out for him. He took a moment to admire the tiger lily piercings adorning your nipples. It was a gift for you from Mingyu on your second anniversary and truth be told, it was one of his favorite piercings you liked to wear.
As you kiss Mingyu and rut against Seungcheol’s thigh, you feel Cheol’s fingers pinch and roll one of your nipples while his lips wrap against the other.
You moan sweetly, arching up more and hugging his head closer to your chest as Mingyu ran his hands all over your body.
“What about the..mm…the photoshoot?” You tease, nipping Mingyu’s lip. He let out a smile, looking into your eyes for a moment before sending you a wink.
“I switched it to the video mode. I’ll just go back and take stills for the edits later.” He explained.
Seungcheol chuckled.
“In other words, he got impatient.”
“Both of my partners are feeling each other up right in front of me, looking absolutely delicious and you think I’m gonna sit behind a camera for two more hours?”
You smile and send Mingyu a fake pout.
“D’aw, only two hours? We can go longer than that.”
You feel a pleasant shudder roll up and down your spine as both of them let out a growl and after a bit more shuffling about, you find yourself on your back, your legs spread with your heels on the couch as both Mingyu and Seungcheol work their fingers in and out of you.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Thank you.” Seunghcheol always took the time to praise you during your intimate moments like this, his fingers working you slowly even now, despite him clearly being hard and throbbing for more. Mingyu matched his pace, his fingers just a bit longer than Seungcheol’s as he curled them.
You can hear them kissing just above your head, your back arching suddenly as Mingyu’s fingers brush over your G spot. One of them lets out a pleased growl that makes you shudder as they both slowly press their fingers in deeper, rolling them against that sensitive bundle while they claimed each other’s lips.
Your thighs shake from the stimuli, but you feel the urge to do more than sit and do nothing so you lean towards Mingyu, nails scratching over one of his ass cheeks before you grab a handful, your lips trailing over his abs as you left kisses and bites in your wake. For Seungcheol, you drag your nails up his thigh, moving inward until you could cup and fondle his balls, smiling against Mingyu’s tan skin as you feel Seungcheol buck.
After a bit more teasing, you give him what he wants, grabbing him at the base and stroking as you continued to leave little bites along Mingyu’s flexing abdominal region.
You alternate your teasing, moving to leave bites along Seungcheol’s paler body, as well. Both of your bites take in different, contrasting ways on the men, and you have half a mind to remind them both to let you have the camera when you’re done having sex so you can photograph the bites.
You feel a coil in yourself, winding tight as both of them slowly increase their pace, feeling your body relax and loosen the more they prepped you. A whimper left your throat as you mouthed along the tip of Mingyu’s cock, your thighs twitching and nearly closing.
As keen as ever, both of them grab the knee closest to themselves, keeping your thighs open as they broke their kiss, lips kiss swollen as they looked down at you with matching smiles on their faces.
“Oh? Are you gonna cum already? Does this feel good?”
“You’re gonna make a mess, aren’t you? Go ahead baby, you’re so beautiful.”
They’re talking at the same time and you can barely tell who’s saying what over your own moans as your knees involuntarily try to close again, hips raising off of the couch ever so slightly.
“Ah, sit down baby.” Seungcheol’s tone is gentle, but it’s an order nonetheless and you feel yourself sit down, shaking in their hands as you glance down.
Sure enough, both of their fingers are glistening already, alternating tempos as they finger you, and the sight alone is enough to push you over, a gasp catching itself in your own throat as you cum.
Your lips fall open, and you feel someone set their hand around your throat, not to squeeze, but more than likely for the photo op. Regardless, it comes as an intimate comfort, your eyes fluttering half-closed as you looked up at them, pleasantly surprised that you’d already cum from fingering alone.
You find that it’s Mingyu’s hand around your throat when you meet his eyes. He doesn’t move for a full minute after your orgasm, just meeting your gaze with a quiet affection that made you smile, his thumb rubbing over your throat gently.
Once you catch your breath, both men pull their fingers out of your pussy, sitting beside you and making a show out of licking them clean. You watch with your eyes still half-lidded, licking your own lips before you push yourself closer, kissing Seungcheol, and then Mingyu, purring at your taste lingering on their tongues.
They give you a moment to calm down, helping you stretch your legs and back before Seungcheol beckoned you closer to him. You find yourself crawling into his lap, accepting a tender kiss from him as you put your knees at either side of his hips.
You pause only long enough to see if Mingyu wanted to move the camera before you feel Seungcheol, in a rare moment of impatience, pull you down, grinding his cock between your folds.
“Fuck that camera.”
It brought an unexpected laugh out of both you and Mingyu somewhere behind you as you reach between your legs, holding his cock up so you could sink down at your own pace.
Both of you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, and slowly, inch by inch, you sit on Seungcheol’s cock. He held your ass in both hands, caressing and kneading them as he waited for you to get comfortable, letting out a small groan as you give your hips a small wiggle.
“A perfect fit as always~”You tease, knowing he wanted to move his own hips. Seungcheol’s brow twitched ever so slightly before he looked up at you, one of his hands roaming up the side of your body, from your thigh, up to your waist and abdomen, all the way up to your face. You lean into his palm, cupping one of your hands over it as you smile down at him.
“Are you okay?” His voice is quiet, calm despite the fact you can feel him throbbing inside of you. You send him a smile, leaning down until your lips brush over his forehead, his cheeks, down to his nose, and stopping at his lips.
“You really are a softie, you know that?” You giggle. Seungcheol opened his mouth to say something, but it catches on his own breath as you begin to roll your hips, pressing your hands to the couch behind his head to steady yourself.
Seungcheol’s eyes drift down your body, and his hands once again follow suit, caressing and touching every part of you he can get to, moaning your name in deep purrs that make you teasingly clench up every time you bring your hips up.
You hear a moan off to the side somewhere and lift your head, finding Mingyu stroking himself as he sits on a prop chair, spread out with his legs wide apart. You smile to yourself, a hard-to-describe, yet powerful feeling rolling in your chest.
You loved both of your boyfriends to death, and it was evident they loved you just as much. Times like these when you drove them wild in your own way did wonders for your confidence, if you were being honest.
As you ride Seungcheol, you curl your finger, beckoning Mingyu over. His hand paused halfway up his cock as he met your gaze, running his tongue over his bottom lip before he stood, making his way over to you and Seungcheol, his cock hard, the veins prominent along the shaft. You lean over Seungcheol as best you can, glad he understood what you were trying to do as he grabs your hips to steady you, planting his feet onto the couch and thrusting up into you.
You grab Mingyu’s cock, stroking slowly, knowing he was a lot more impatient than Seungcheol and smiling at the telltale frustrated groan he let out the moment you begin to tease him.
“Is something-ah fuck-wrong, Gyu?” You can barely keep the playful taunting tone in your voice as Seungcheol’s teeth find their way to your piercing, tugging lightly as he snapped his hips up.
“My girlfriend is dressed as a succubus and our boyfriend is fucking her and my cock is currently hard and in your hand. Do I have to say anything else?”
You send him a devilish smile, squeezing his cock as you tilt your head. His hips buck the moment you do, a surprised groan leaving his lips as he looked at you with his teeth between his lips.
“Yes, actually.” is your reply, grabbing his balls with your free hand and stroking him at an antagonizingly slow pace with the other. Mingyu’s thighs tremble for a moment before awhimper fell from his lips.
“Y/N, please.”
“Beg, Mingyu.”
You hear even Seungcheol let out a breathless ‘ fuck’ from beneath you as Mingyu groaned in surprise.
“Y/N,please, can I have your mouth? I’m aching and I can’t take it-”
You squeeze him at the base again, dragging your tongue up the underside, cutting him off.
“Can’t? Are you sure?” You mewl, hearing Seungcheol’s thrusts get louder from how wet you were. Part of you felt bad for teasing Mingyu, but if the throbbing in your hand and the expression on his face was anything to go by, you knew he liked this type of bullying quite a bit.
“P-Please, I promise I won’t even cum without permission I just-”
Oh, uh oh~
Mingyu noticed the devilish look that crossed your face and stopped mid-sentence. Seungcheol let out a chuckle from beneath you as you hold Mingyu’s gaze, slowly taking him into your mouth, letting your hand fall away from his base. He let out a sigh of relief, looking at you with adoration in his eyes as you continue to fondle his balls.
Despite your own pleasure, you were hell-bent on making sure Mingyu came undone without permission just so you could punish him.
Maybe putting on this outfit gave you a lot more confidence than usual.
Perhaps you’d get more soon.
You feel your back arch as Seungcheol’s cock curved just right, your thighs tightening around his waist as the pace of his hips took over the tempo completely. He hugged your waist tight, picking up on the muffled gag from your moan and the way you clenched around him. You feel warmth bloom all throughout your body, your blowjob getting messier the longer it went on.
To his credit, Mingyu kept his hips still and his hands to himself until you shakily reach for one of them, setting it at the back of your head and looking up at him. He let out a breathy chuckle.
“You’re trying to make me cum aren’t you?”
You arch a brow coyly before you feel your eyes roll ever so slightly as Seungcheol hit your sweet spot hard. Mingyu waited until you were ready before he moved his own hips, both of them setting a much different tempo than the other.
It’s as messy as it is intimate, with Seungcheol murmuring words of love and praise against your skin as Mingyu’s cock hits the back of your throat, his fingers moving down to the back of your neck. You wonder if both of them realize it’s a sensitive zone for you or something, since both of them have this thing for massaging it. Every time they do, it made pleasant jolts run up and down your spine, and now was no different as you swallow hard around Mingyu’s cock.
“B-Baby, I’m-”
Seungcheol’s hips are stuttering below you, and you finally begin to move your own once more in response, clenching every time he nearly pulled out, enticing him to sink back in. Seungcheol growled out a string of curses, planting a hard spank to your ass that makes you jolt in surprise, gagging once more on Mingyu’s cock.
“Are you o-okay-fuck” Mingyu barely finished speaking before you adamantly sink down fully, nose against his pelvic region as you looked up at him. He cupped your face, holding your gaze and wiping away any overstimulated tears that rolled down your cheek as Seungcheol alternated kneading your sore cheek, spanking the other, and rubbing your clit.
It didn’t take much more for you to clench tight, thighs shaking as you came first, nails leaving scratches against the leather couch as you scrambled for purchase on something. Mingyu’s hips twitched themselves as he kept still, biting back his own urge to cum as he watched Seungcheol hug you close, cumming inside of you as he kissed the valley between your breasts, mumbling something neither you or Mingyu could hear.
Once both you and Seungcheol’s orgasms had subsided, you noticed a distinct lack of something and looked up at Mingyu, who stood over you with a (barely) triumphant look on his face.
“I didn’t cum without permission.”
Seungcheol laughed from beneath you as you slowly pull off of Mingyu’s cock, a spark of chaos and challenge in your eyes.
“I noticed. Come over here, then.”
A few minutes of repositioning, handsy grabbing and intimate butterfly kisses that quickly turned into more, and you were on your hands and knees, ass arched high in the air and a poor couch pillow being squeezed to hell and back as Mingyu thrust into you from behind. He held your shoulder down with one hand, the other on your waist to keep you in place as he thrust in deep, the cum Seungcheol left behind making a mess of both of you and the poor couch below as he watched his cock sink in and out of you.
You’re unsure of the words leaving your lips by this point, if they’re even words at all or just unintelligible sounds of ecstasy as Mingyu fucked you.
“Your hips are moving on their own again, my love? Are you gonna milk my cock like you did Hyung’s?”
You moan in response, glancing at him over your shoulder, rolling your hips in circles to meet him halfway. His thrusts are still powerful and nearly stop you in your tracks from how good it felt. Seungcheol isn’t too far from the two of you, stopping to give Mingyu a kiss that doesn’t shake the younger man’s tempo in the slightest before he circles around to you, kneeling on the floor in front of you and tilting your chin up so you can look into his eyes.
“Absolutely beautiful. Do you want to cum again? Can Mingyu cum, baby? He’s been working so hard~” he caressed your cheek, smiling as you once again press into his palm, nodding. He stole a kiss and shook his head.
“Ah, you made him say it. What do you want Mingyu to do?”
“C-Cum inside! Please cum inside of me I n-need it please-” You once again roll your hips, moaning in bliss as Mingyu rewards your efforts by going faster himself, hooking both of his hands over your thighs and pulling you back into his thrusts. Seungcheol continued to compliment and praise both of you, his voice raising only when both of yours did from your own groans.
“Go ahead, Mingyu. Give our love what she wants.”
You feel tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks as you cum again, thankful for Mingyu’s tight grip on your thighs, since you’re sure you would have fallen without it. You bury your face into Seungcheol’s neck and cry out something, though you’re not too sure of what since your mind blanked. Heat flooded between your legs as Mingyu came inside of you, groaning as he held you tight, slowing his wild pace to a slow grind.
You shudder, fingers leaving indents on Seungcheol’s skin as you held onto his shoulders, needing a moment to catch your breath before you pull away, heart hammering in your chest.
“Hey there, baby. You okay?” He inquired. You smile and nod without a word, giving him a kiss. He chuckled and happily kissed you back, caressing your cheeks with both thumbs before you broke it to try and lean back and kiss Mingyu. He bent over your body, making it easier for you as he leaned most of the way in.
Seungcheol watched the two of you for a moment before moving himself to turn the camera off, grabbing a robe for all three of you and coming back.
Once you broke the kiss, you pout as you feel Mingyu pull out of you. It’s immediately gone the moment he wrapped you up in the robe, picking you up effortlessly and smiling at Seungcheol.
“It’s a good thing the studio has showers.”
The three of you laugh as Mingyu led the way to the showers.
“We should probably change that couch, though,” Seungcheol commented.
“Oh, yeah, definitely.” You nod, putting your head against Mingyu’s chest.
-xoxox-
“YOU FUCKED IN THE STUDIO AGAIN?”
Mingyu dodged the couch pillow being hurled at him by Joshua while you sit and watch with Jeonghan. The man looked amused by the entire thing, going through the photos Mingyu, Seungcheol, and you had cleaned up and edited.
“Oh, that is a cute outfit on you, Y/N.” He commented, ignoring Seungcheol trying to play peacekeeper.
“We bought a new couch!”
“YOU USED MYCARD TO DO IT!”
You bring a cup of tea up to your lips, watching Josh lob a plushie that definitely belonged to Hosi across the room, nailing Seungcheol in the face. You glance back at Jeonghan, pointing to one of the pictures that was taken towards the beginning of your ‘shoot’. You, Mingyu, and Seungcheol looked like a trio of love-sick idiots, and it made you smile as you pointed it out.
“This one is my favorite, I think.”
Jeonghan nodded, sipping his own tea.
“I think it captures a lot.”
You smile and nod before you feel a dinosaur plushie belonging to Chan collide with your own head.
“DON’T SIT THERE LAUGHING, YOU’RE IN TROUBLE, TOO!”
pairing ➳ dom!Jeonghan x sub!inexperienced!female reader
genre ➳ sugar daddy au, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst and some fluff. part of Sugar Spice and Everything Niceproject.
word count ➳ 18.8k (haha my hand slipped )
warnings ➳ profanities, drinking, smoking(im dumb,idk how that shit actually works so ignore if I made a mistake), blond jh that turns into black haired jh, stealing, jealousy, reader is somewhat of a brat, age gap(not mentioned), soft playful dom Jeonghan, hella teasing, kissing, marking, use of belt as a restraint , daddy kink, name calling, nipple play, fingering, male and female oral, choking, crying, some spanking, overstimulation, unprotected sex (this is fiction guys!! be safe irl), virgin sex, creampie, multiple sex scenes
synopsis➳you try to steal from him. things take a turn when he catches you on the act. seemingly for the better at first but then for the worse when you catch feelings for him.
playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // playboy- exo// sugar- maroon 5 // guys my age- hey violet // anytime anywhere- kevin oh // orion’s belt- sabrina caludio // all my love- seventeen // tie a cherry- cl // tell it to my heart- meduza // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge
A/N: The second installment of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice project is here!! So, I decided to change his hair colour midway because of the Elle 95line photoshoot. Jeonghan has black hair there and that photoshoot SCREAMS sugar daddy vibes so yeah, you are getting the best of both worlds here LMAO. I had the best time writing this, especially the stealing part lol and maybe that’s why this has been released a lil earlier than I originally anticipated. The story just came naturally to me, ya know? BUT, for Joshua’s story…I have nothing planned, like nothing so who knows if it’ll be released in this lifetime . Oh, and also thank y'all for a thousand followers, srsly, guys thank u so much. I’ll stop blabbering now and let you read. Lemme know what you think and I’ll see you all in hell!
when you think it’s too late,
you’ve already fallen for me,
it’s out of your control
you knew everything from the start
and now you’re blaming it on me?
Your hands dance over his thighs to capture his attention as the man next to keeps entertaining his friend, completely ignoring your existence.
You have been doing this for a while but your companion has shown great self control, definitely not one to give in so easily. You know he’s doing this on purpose, it’s in his nature to tease you and have you desperate.
Huffing, you retract your hand and sip your martini, playing with the olive sitting on one side of the glass as your eyes mindlessly wander around. You watch the bartender in the distance, his hands moving skillfully as he prepares drinks for the customers and you scoff a little how ironic it is.
About two months earlier, you were in his place, preparing drinks till your hand hurt. You never imagined yourself here, on the opposite side, sipping drinks instead of making them, dressed in the prettiest clothes and jewelry, with an ungodly beautiful man who you couldn’t even dream of having.
Yoon Jeonghan.
The story of how you two met still flusters you and sitting here, on the same place where you first met him brings back the still fresh memories as if it all happened yesterday.
He’s here again. This is the third time you are seeing him in this bar, looking like he just stepped out of a magazine while everybody else looks like what they should after a long day; tired, ordinary.
He stands out easily, his hair painted in a beautiful, eye-catching shade of blond, an easy smile on his lips, dressed in a suit that costs three months of your rent. His features are extremely striking and charming, so much so that once you see him, you can’t get him out of your head. You are sure you have never seen any man this attractive in your lifetime. His aura is playful yet controlling, movements confident, like he owns the place- which he does. There used to be rumors going around about how he owns this club and a share in ten others, which later turned out to be true.
Like a magnet, your eyes can’t help looking at him every so often as you prepare the continuous orders of drinks. It also doesn’t help that a flock of girls surrounds him all the time, handsy and giggly, though their number today seems to be a little less than other days.
Today he seems to be here to enjoy the company of his friends rather than any female, though some ladies accompany their group, one of their hands resting on his thigh as she sits close to him.
You have been working at this place for about a month and it has become a habit to observe and in turn judge the people that come here while preparing drinks. Yoon Jeonghan is one of them, one who you love to judge. You sound petty even to yourself but everytime you see that man, strolling around, all playful smiles and flirty eyes you can’t help but feel a little jealous. That man literally has the perfect life, the looks, the money, the company- everything. And you often feel annoyed when he would buy drinks and leave a huge amount of tips- like yeah, everyone around here knows you are dripping with money, no need to rub it in our faces. Most of the time, the servers or the waiters would pocket them, beating you to it, irking you further.
You are too lost in your train of petty thoughts to realize that the man you have been thinking about stands right in front of you. “Hello?” He calls you and you blink, staring at him dumbly for a second before putting on a professional smile.
“Hello sir, what can I get you?”
With a lazy smile, he plops down on a stool. “A scotch please.”
Nodding you reach for the bottle to pour him his order, while his eyes wander, looking around the counter. “Taking a break from your company?” You ask as you serve him his drink, chin jutting out to point behind him as his friends lay on the couch with their eyes closed, probably drunk.
“Yep. Seems like I’m the only one who’s still sober,” he throws you a playful grin and you nod before tending to other customers, while he sips the scotch and scrolls through his phone.
Every so often you take looks at him through the corner of your eye, his ethereal profile looking even more eye catching underneath the club lights. His hair is a little messy, in the sexiest way possible and he has discarded his green suit jacket which leaves him in a black turtleneck that fits him like a glove. Though the lighting is not the best right now, you can see how the material hugs his strong chest and shoulders tight. Your eyes trail down to his hands, long and lithe, perfect fingers clad in a bunch of expensive rings. You would like to think you don’t have a hand fetish but damn, his hands are beautiful just like the rest of him and you wonder how they would feel to touch.
Your wandering eyes stop on his wristwatch glinting underneath the lights, a silver Rolex if you had to guess, with yellow gold highlights, which he has taken off and put on the counter, absentmindedly fiddling with it. A woman suddenly asks for a gin and tonic, diverting your attention from the man as you busy yourself with her order. You don’t notice that one of his friends walks over to him to drag him back to the crowd and when you look back to where he was sitting, it’s empty.
Empty except for the watch he was wearing, still left on the counter, probably forgotten by him.
Oh, how unfairly, filthily, loaded he must be to forget something that expensive.
Normally, you would like to consider yourself as a person with good morals but the longer you stare at the abandoned watch, glinting underneath the lights, almost calling to you, the more immoral thoughts gather in your mind. It also doesn’t help that the flow of orders suddenly stops, making the counter empty, leaving you to do nothing as people dance and chat amongst themselves.
Maybe this is a test. The almighty is testing you, your morality, but it looks like you are going to fail dramatically because the more you stare at the watch, the more temptation you feel. You can sell that watch for a good 10k.
Other than the loans and bills that you have to pay off, you need to pay for your brother’s college tuition. And damn it, do you need money right now. The thought of providing a better life for Chan seems to do the trick as your hands move on their own and before you know it, you have grabbed the jewelry and stuffed it into your pocket.
Oh god.
Humiliation and guilt burn throughout your body in scalding flames as you chew on your lower lip. Throat dry, your eyes move around the dim club to scan around cautiously, looking to see if someone has their eyes on you but everyone seems busy with their own thing. You can’t even spot the man you stole from or any of his friends so maybe they left.
But what if they come back and ask for it? What would you do then? What if they suspect you? Or maybe ask to see the CCTV footage which definitely caught you putting that item in your pocket. What if they take you to jail?
Oh god, oh god. You are terrified, hands rubbing your face frustratedly. Maybe, just maybe you’ll get lucky and he won’t come back. He’s probably drunk and has already forgotten about it.
A bunch of tipsy young girls suddenly appear at the counter and your heart almost lurches out of your chest. They ask for more shots and you gladly accept the distraction, trying your best to focus on your work. Just as you finish serving them a familiar voice calls for you, sending shivers down your spine.
“Hey! Have you seen my watch? It was a Rolex. I accidentally left it here.” Yoon Jeonghan seems to have magically appeared out of thin air, his innocent eyes looking at you for an answer and your guilt increases tenfold.
This indeed is a test and God is giving you another chance to redeem yourself.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t see it,” the lie comes out easily before you can stop yourself.
Oh god- what the fuck is wrong with you?
“Maybe you took it with you?” You continue lying like a bitch when in fact, the thing he is looking for is sitting right inside your pocket. “Did you check your pockets?”
The man pats around his chest and then thighs, looking for the watch and shakes his head. “No, I think I left it here.” He says almost with a pout, his tone sad and you loathe yourself.
What if it was precious to him? Maybe it was a family heirloom? Maybe it is a rare piece? Swallowing you try to keep your voice as cool as possible. “I’m really sorry. I can’t help you.” The man standing opposite to you watches you for a while as you hold your gaze and try not to start shaking in your boots.
“Are you sure, you can’t help me?” His demeanor completely changes, his tone almost teasing, his eyes glinting with challenge and you instantly know he has figured you out.
Your heart almost drops out of your ass.
You stand there frozen, literally, not moving, blinking or breathing, just staring at him with wide eyes as you feel like crying. Has he called the police already? Half of you expect to hear the sirens and cop cars pull up.
“Hmm? Are you sure? Because I think you can, darling,” He smirks, the cockiest smirk ever, resting his elbows on the counter and you feel like disappearing into thin air. “Why don’t you hand me that back and I don’t make this a big deal?” He wiggles his brows, pointing them towards your pant pocket and in a flash your hands move, fishing the jewelry out and handing it to him.
“I’m so sorry!” You almost yell, tears in your eyes as shame washes over you. Your head hangs low as you wait for him to do something, maybe throw insults at you and then kick your ass out.
“I swear I didn’t mean to! I am not a thief! It’s just that it was sitting there and- and-” Your throat tightens as a drop of tear leaks from your eye, your hands fisting your apron in a tight grip.
“Hey,” His voice is unexpectedly sweet, soothing as he coos at you to look at him. “It’s alright. It happens. I don’t think you are a thief.”
“Really?” You blink at him. He gives you a reassuring smile. “Though it’s not right to steal, I’m sure you had your reasons.” He says and the relief you feel is beyond words. Your legs almost give up and you want to sink onto the floor and cry.
“T-thank you,” is all you can whisper, eyes cast down, the shame ever-present as you realize he is turning a blind eye towards your actions.
“You’re welcome,” he grins, that playful grin you’ve seen many times. However, his next words are something you never expected, “Is there anyone that can cover for you? Have a drink with me. It’ll be quick.”
“Huh? Me?” You’re flabbergasted. “I- I can’t…we have rules not to drink-”
“I’m the boss here okay,” he rolls his eyes. “And I’m telling you to break those rules. Now, get someone to cover for you.”
You stand there, blinking at him, expecting him to say that it’s a prank but when he doesn’t, you quickly start moving, searching for your replacement Hoshi.
Ten minutes later you sit with Jeonghan in a private room of the club, away from the loud music and chattering. You have finished a couple of glasses of bloody mary to calm your nerves and now you sit next to him awkwardly, fiddling with your hands, the tension thick in the air.
Jeonghan sits beside you, legs spread, leaned back into the velvet couch, sipping on a whiskey. You can feel his eyes on you, watching you rather amusedly and you start getting nervous. What is he planning?
“So,” he sets the glass down on the coffee table and leans closer to you. “When you said this is your only time stealing, I’d like to believe that you were telling the truth and not lying your way out of trouble?”
“I swear!” You yell desperately, hands almost reaching out to clutch him. “I swear on my little brother, okay? I have never ever done anything like that before. I just- it was just there and I was tempted and I need money-” You sigh, putting your head into your hands.
“It’s alright. I believe you,” Jeonghan assures, patting you on your shoulder. He leans back and surprisingly, takes out a cigar from his pocket and lights it up. You watch him hold it against his lips with fascination.
So he smokes.
He takes a drag and then blows a puff of smoke into the air. “I just needed to be sure. If you did something like that, stole from any of the customers then I was giving you a chance to come clean.”
“I swear, I didn’t. And I won’t, ever again.” You whisper, holding his gaze. “Please don’t fire me. I need this job, please.”
Jeonghan hums, leaning back into the couch, taking another drag. “I can see that. Little brother, your say?” You nod.
“How old is he?”
“A couple years younger than me. He’s starting college. I just- I need money for his tuitions and I-” You fall silent, staring at the ground. God, how could you put yourself in this stupid situation? You should be on your way home now instead of begging for mercy from the unbelievably hot owner of the club.
“It’s alright, take it easy.” He says, pouring you some whiskey before tapping the butt of the cigar in the ashtray. “You do other jobs than this? I’m pretty sure this doesn’t cover your expenses.” He raises a brow. You chuckle mirthlessly, “Yeah. I do a couple of other part times. But nothing seems to be enough you know.” You take a sip of the whiskey. “I really should get a sugar daddy.” You murmur under your breath to yourself but Jeonghan seems to have heard it.
“Sugar daddy?” His eyes dance in amusement. Your face heats up. “Yeah- uh-um…it’s nothing. I- I downloaded this app on my phone and…and I think I should just go with it.” You explain, waving your hand dismissively. The alcohol surely loosed your lip.
“Oh yeah? What’s the app?” A smirk seems to settle on his face.
“Uh, Sugar and Spice..?” You murmur, confused at his question. Why is he so curious? A full smile sets on his face at your answer as he laughs softly, finishing his whiskey before saying, “And what if I told you I was the one who made that app?”
Huh?
You stare dumbly at him. “Wait- what?” He laughs some more. “Yeah. Sugar and spice. That’s my app. Yoon Corporation, that’s my company.” You blink at him for a while, processing his words before nodding slowly. “Wow. That’s…cool. Know anyone you can introduce me to? Someone at your age?” You half joke, shaking your head at the situation as you finish your drink. Jeonghan watches you with a playful smirk on his face before replying. “I do, in fact.”
Your eyes widen. “Really? You are not kidding? Who is it?”
“You are looking at him, baby.” He grins a cocky smile. You gape at him for a while before chuckling. “Okay, that was funny.”
“I’m serious.”
You stop and sit still, watching him wearily. “Wait- so you are proposing me to be your sugar baby? I- why? That- that doesn’t make any sense. I- I’m sure you don’t lack any company of women.” You murmur dryly with a frown. He grins, leaning closer to you, his breath fanning your face. You can smell the hint of whiskey and cigar in it and you have this stupid urge to kiss him. “And what if I said I wanted your company?”
Your eyes move heavenward at that. “I’m not buying that.”
“Oh but it’s true, darling.” He settles back into the couch, throwing one leg over the other as one of his hands stretches out to rest on the backrest of the couch. “I wanna have your company. Let’s say you’ve intrigued me and I’d like to get to know you more. But, don’t think that I’m asking you to have sex with me. We can go there later but let’s start easy. If you want to, that is.”
Your eyes narrow on him suspiciously. “I- this is too good to be true. I don’t know…”
“Well, you get your money and I get the company of this really attractive lady. I think it’s a fair deal. I’ve been wanting to try having a sugar baby for a while. I mean, I literally made an app on that. What’s the harm in trying new and fun things? And what can I say, I love trying out new things.” He grins, his brows dancing suggestively at you. “I’m not saying that you have to give me an answer right now. Think about it. If you don’t want to then it’s cool. You keep working here and we forget about this. I won’t take your job or anything.”
“I want to!” The words leave your mouth before you can think it through. Jeonghan raises a surprised brow at you, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips as he sets down his cigar on the ashtray and rubs his hands clean.
“I…will take the offer.” You whisper, face heating up as you avert your eyes.
This is a chance too big to let go. This filthily loaded man is asking you to be his sugar baby. Not to mention he is illegally hot and young. How many people get chances like this? Besides, you have nothing to lose. You need money and this is the easiest way you can have it.
“You sure?”
You take in a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He seems satisfied with your answer as a large grin kisses his lips. “That’s great.” From his breast pocket, he fishes out his phone. “Give me your number, darling.” You take the unlocked phone from his hands and quickly type your number, heart thudding loudly.
This is actually happening. You are actually doing this.
He nods, taking his phone back. “Thank you, babe. I’ll call you.” He stands up and you do too and he steps forward to walk out of the room but stops at the door. Turning around he takes off his wristwatch and with a smirk, he grabs your hand and sets the timepiece on your palm. “This is for you. A little gift to seal our deal.” He winks at you cheekily as you stare at the device in your hand, stunned.
Before you can say anything, the man is gone, leaving you frozen in your place and your heart beating wildly in your chest, the expensive jewelry sitting in your hand.
“Bored, darling?” Jeonghan’s sultry voice brings you back to reality as you blink and turn your head towards him. A lazy, teasing smile sits on his face as he watches you amusedly. “Trying to get my attention huh?” He points to your hand which has all this time been dancing on his upper thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. You roll your eyes, retreating your hand, “You noticed only after like, an hour.”
He chuckles softly, “Being a brat today, aren’t we?” He whispers in your ears, pressing a kiss just by your earlobe. You huff. “No, I am not. You brought me here and I thought we were gonna have some fun or something but you keep talking to Joshua and your other buddies.” Jeonghan hums, a smile on his face, as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Baby wants my attention all to herself, doesn’t she?”
Nodding you scoot closer to him and rest your head against his shoulder. His arm comes to loop around your waist. “We’ll go home in a bit, darling. And then you can have my full attention.”
You roll your eyes, groaning as he goes back to conversing with Joshua and a few other friends of his. But this time, he includes you as his friends ask questions about you here and there. You don’t know most of them other than Joshua, a sweet, handsome man who owns this and a few other clubs with Jeonghan. You have met him a few times before, at company events and dinner parties, his sweet personality making him easy to talk to.
Even though you are not left alone like before, your bored, tipsy self cannot help but be a little brat. Your fingers trail up Jeonghan’s thigh as you nuzzle your face in his neck, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you inhale his intoxicating scent. A subtle mix of wood and fruit and his natural scent have you obsessed. Slowly, teasingly, your fingers drag over to his crotch once again from his thighs. As discreetly as possible, you cup your hand over his crotch and loom at his face for some reaction. Except there isn’t any.
This man has amazing self control.
He ignores you completely, listening to his friends talk about some one-night stands they had. You huff at the lack of any reaction from him. The lights are low and no one should be able to tell what you are really doing if they don’t look too hard so bravely, you squeeze him and start rubbing him over his pants. And that seems to do the trick.
His head turns towards you, an eyebrow raised, his eyes giving you a warning. “Darling.” His voice is a clear message to stop your actions. But you won’t. “Yes, Hannie,” you use the nickname when you sweet-talk him to do something and blink innocently at him.
“Don’t do this. It won’t end well for you, darling.”
“Oh really? What are you planning on doing, Mister?” You challenge, tilting your head to one side. “I’ve been with you for two months but you have yet to fuck me. I doubt it gets any worse than this.”
It’s true. The two months you have been with him were completely different from what you expected. You were sure he was gonna stick his dick in after the first week, given his reputation but for an entire month, all you got was kisses, mostly on your cheek and temple. He kept his distance, even more so after he learned that you are inexperienced in that department and it has been frustrating you to death.
After a few weeks, he got more handsy with you when you sweet-talked him until he had a boner. Even then, all you got was his fingers inside your pussy and his mouth on you, which by no means were disappointing. He gave you mind numbing orgasms just by fingering you so you can only imagine what will happen once you have him inside.
“You are playing a dangerous game, _____” his eyes narrow on you, all hint of playfulness gone. Good.
You smile sweetly. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me how dangerous it is?” Your hand gives him a squeeze and his breath hitches, eyes shutting instantly. When they reopen, they are burning with lust. He whispers. “Oh, I’ll show you. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
A satisfied smile settles on your face as you watch him stand up and announce, “Well, gentlemen, it was a pleasure spending time with you all but we need to get going.” He pulls you up roughly by your arm and you barely have time to grab your purse before he is dragging you out of the club, his jaw clenched but a victorious smile on your face.
You just might finally have him tonight.
A swift car ride later, Jeonghan is dragging you inside his penthouse and straight towards his bedroom, his hands working on removing his black blazer, eyes boring into yours as you wait for him to speak.
“I hope you had your fun, darling. Cause I’m gonna have mine, now.” A salacious smile sets on his face as he starts rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt and then undoes a couple of buttons of his shirt. The sight is enough to make your knees buckle as you get a little peek at the veins in his arms and involuntarily swallow. He takes a few steps towards you and you reflexively step back until your legs meet his bed and you fall on top of it. He keeps moving towards you, taking his time, a dangerous smile on his face.
When he is just a few inches away from you, he stops and tilts your face up using his index finger. His head comes down while yours move upward subconsciously and your lips meet in a kiss. It’s slow at first, almost like he’s teasing you before his grip on your chin gets stronger and his lips move more aggressively. Your tongues waltz together as you taste the alcohol and the very faint hint of smoke in his lips. When you are breathless and your eyes are wide with need and anticipation, he pulls back with a crooked smile. “Strip for me, darling.”
Throat dry, you swallow. You watch him with wide eyes for a few beats before reaching behind to undo the one button on the neck of your backless dress. His eyes never leave yours as he stands back and watches you, arms crossed over his chest. Once you are done with the button your hands move down to undo the small zipper just above your ass. After it is down you shrug your shoulders to let the dress fall loose before peeling them off of your arms. It bunches at your waist before you tug the shiny material down and it pools at your feet, leaving you in your panties only.
Jeonghan still has his burning gaze on you, eyes never straying from yours even though you are almost as naked as a baby. The chilly air and his lustful gaze have your nipples hardening and a shiver running down your spine. As if he can sense your thoughts, his eyes move downwards, onto your breasts before going lower. He hums, pleased. “Good girl. Sit back.”
On command, your ass falls onto the soft mattress and you hold your breath, waiting for his next move. He takes slow steps towards you, his shoes clinking against the floor before stopping right in front of the bed and kneeling. You gasp as he tugs at your legs to pull you closer. His face hovers over your covered core as you feel his warm breath and it is enough to make you lose your mind. “Jeonghan, please.” You plead.
He grins evilly, clearly enjoying this as he presses a kiss on your covered pussy. Then his mouth trails down, between your thighs where he takes his sweet time nipping the flesh, making you whine in pleasure.
His movements are slow, taking way too long to mark the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He licks and sucks at the blooming marks and stops when a wet patch forms in your panties and your moans increase their pitch. “Desperate, aren’t we?” He whispers, hands reaching for your soaked panties to peel them off. The cool air on your core makes you shudder and release another whimper. “I- I need you Jeonghan, please.”
He hums and suddenly licks a stripe from your core to your clit, eliciting a scream of surprise from you. Your hands immediately fist in his hair to pull him closer and you are scared he is going to ask you to let him go but he doesn’t, busy sucking your pussy. He devours you with no break, tongue working skillfully to tease your opening and your clit. Your pussy gushes more and more at each of his movements as you keep chanting a series of pleases.
He slides a finger inside you, slowly, as your cunt greedily takes it all in. He curls it inside you simultaneously tonguing your clit and you wail in pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes. He then enters another finger and then another before moving the three of them tirelessly inside you, curling them against your sensitive spot that has your whole body shivering. That feeling paired with him torturing your clit brings you close to your orgasm.
“J-Jeonghan…gonna cum.” You breathe and much to your disappointment, he gives you one last suck before pulling away with a satisfied smirk. “Jeonghan!” You call for him, half wanting to smack him from taking your orgasm away from you. The man has the audacity to laugh. “That’s what you get for being a brat, darling. Now be a good girl and I’ll let you come on my cock.”
“B-but H-Hannie-” you whimper. He raises a brow. “That is not my name right now, is it? You’re not being a good girl, you know baby.”
“Daddy!” You immediately correct yourself, getting your wits together to cum. “Daddy, please. I’m sorry, p-please fuck me.” The pleased, cocky smile on his has you leaking more than before. He gives your cheek an affectionate pat before standing back up and undoing the buttons on his shirt. He takes his sweet time, purposefully doing it slowly and you want to jump at him and do it for him but you clench your fists and try to be his good girl. After the shirt is off he undoes his belt and you expect him to toss it away but he has more surprises for you.
With your jaw loose, you watch him as he crawls on the bed, pushing you back and then sits on his knees. He grabs your hands and pulls them above your head, a mischievous smile on his face as he ties the belt around your wrists.
You thought you couldn’t get any wetter but you were wrong. Your pussy throbs at the action and a soft mewl fall from your lips. “Okay?” He asks, his expression serious, looking for any signs of discomfort as he tugs on the belt. “Not too tight?” You shake your head vigorously, letting him know you are perfectly fine.
“Words, baby.”
“I’m okay. It’s fine.” You pant. He smiles, pleased, as his previous playful demeanor returns. “Good. This is your punishment for not listening to me earlier. No touching.” He pecks your forehead before standing back up and you hate how you miss his warmth. He resumes his strip show, now undoing the buttons of his slacks before taking them off. Left in his boxers you can now see the clear outline of his cock and you wet your lips, anticipation killing you. He grins at your reaction before finally taking off his boxers and the sight has you writhing in your position.
His beautiful cock stares back at you, hard, tall, a little curved at the tip with the perfect girth. “Please,” you swallow, eyes not leaving that thing. Jeonghan chuckles. “Like what you see, darling?” His hand moves to cup his length, rubbing up and down his shaft. You try to tug your hands free even though you know it’s futile. “Daddy, please.”
He smirks, watching you, hands moving to pump his length a few more times, soft sighs of pleasure falling from his lips that drive you insane. He finally takes mercy on you, as he moves onto the bed and balances his weight on his knees. “You ready, baby?” He asks, a soft hand running on your thigh soothingly. You shake your head up and down.
“Tell me if it gets too much, okay?” His voice is soft like his gaze and your heart flips. “I will, I promise.” You whisper, wiggling your body a little to prove your desperation. With a soft smile, he lines up his length with your pussy and pushes in as you inhale deeply.
A sensation of discomfort flows through you as he pushes into your tight walls, followed by an overwhelming feeling of fullness and you release a deep breath. Above you Jeonghan grunts, supporting his weight on his elbows, trying not to start ramming into you at full speed. “Fuck- are you okay?” You can only nod your head, clenching your restrained hands in fists.
Your tongues dance against each other as he keeps you distracted, pulling back just a little and thrusting back in. “Feel good?” He breathes. You almost choke on your words, “Y-yes. Fuck m-me daddy.”
Jeonghan almost growls at your words. He doesn’t hold back, pulling out almost all the way before snapping his hips back in, making your body arch. “Oh fuck!” You moan, breath creeping out of your lungs. Jeonghan smiles lazily at your reaction, hips moving in calculated movements, his pace gradually increasing, thrusts hitting you so deep each time you feel like he’s inside your belly. His mouth trails over your neck, littering open mouthed kisses before they travel towards your breasts, capturing a nipple into his mouth. You mewl in pleasure.
His tongue teases your nipple, circling the hard bud before he gives it a harsh suck and then finishes off with a soft bite. He does the same to your other breast while you writhe below him, arms moving fruitlessly over your head. An incoherent chant of his title falls from your lips.
His thrusts never falter while he tortures your tits, instead picks up the pace and you soon hear the headboard hit the wall. You watch the man passionately move on top of you with blown out pupils. A few strands of his blond hair sticks on his forehead with sweat and he clenches his jaw, brows furrowed, focusing on his thrusts. The scene on top of you is heavenly and sends your heart racing for no reason. You whisper. “D-daddy… please, untie m-me. W-wanna touch you.”
His eyes widen a fraction as he considers your words before smashing his mouth on yours, hands doing quick work of untying the belt around your wrists. As soon as your hands are free, you wrap them around his neck to pull him close, clawing at his solid back. “P-please, daddy. Oh- fuck- harder.” You babble, head lost in a cloud of pleasure as you feel every inch of his dick brand itself into your walls. The pleasure makes your head spin and you know you are going to come soon.
Jeonghan increases his pace even more, drilling into your swollen cunt, rough breaths falling from his lips. One of his hands comes to toy with your clit while the other pinches your nipple harshly and you wail. “Daddy! Gonna cum!”
And you do. In the blink of an eye, the coil in your belly snaps and fireworks shoot throughout your body as you reach your peak, body trembling underneath him. “Yes, good girl. Come for me.” He hisses, leaning down to nibble on your neck before whispering, “Give me another one, darling.” You’re too lost to even process his words but your body moves to action, another orgasm already building up. Jeonghan’s soft grunts increase as he rubs your wet pussy mercilessly, his thrusts now faltering. “Fuck. Gonna come, darling. Gonna fill you up. Come with me.”
Your body seems to have a mind of its own as one flick of his finger on your clit brings you to your second orgasm. This time it is even stronger and you can see white spots in your vision. Jeonghan releases inside you at the same time, his warm seed filling you up and then leaking out. Your legs shake continuously as you sense him pull out and some of the cum dribble out of you but you can’t bring yourself to move a muscle in your body. You can feel Jeonghan crashing next to you, a soft hand touching your cheek and asking about your well-being but you’re too tired to open your mouth. Instead, you hum and sigh in content as he wraps his arms around you and the last thing you remember before passing out is his breath on your forehead and his fingers combing through your hair.
The sun is bright and shining the next time you open your eyes. Squinting at the light peeking through the half open curtain to blink to adjust your vision before craning your head to look around the empty bedroom. You are tucked nicely under the covers, dressed in a large shirt that you know is Jeonghan’s and your panties. It takes a moment for you to process everything before you sit up and a pleasurable ache shoots throughout your body.
It’s the weekend. Your mind wonders where Jeonghan is. Slowly you get out of bed and move with wobbly legs, quickly releasing the pressure in your bladder and then washing your hands and face. When you are done you step out of the bedroom and climb down the stairs, barefoot and it’s a pleasant surprise to see Jeonghan sitting at the dining table, eyes focused on the tablet on his hand and the other hand holding up his phone next to his ear. You don’t hear what he’s talking about, too busy taking in how sexy he looks in a simple white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. He doesn’t hear you until he is hanging up and you are almost next to him and when he turns around, his signature lazy smile appears on his face. “Well, hello there. Good morning darling.”
“Morning,” you grow shy under his stare, his eyes scanning you up and down and he seems very pleased. “You look lovely in my shirt.” He muses.
“Thank you.” You smile, sitting down at one of the breakfast stools beside him. “Sleep well?” He asks, a teasing tilt to his voice. You nod softly. “Who was that?”
“Oh, that?” Jeonghan chuckles. “My buddy, Seungcheol. He’s getting married in a couple of months. Asked me about a wedding planner I know.” You nod your head. You know Seungcheol. He’s one of Jeonghan’s closest friends. “Wow, that’s nice. You will be attending, no?” You inquire. Jeonghan smirks, “I’m the best man, darling.” He takes a sip of his coffee. “You know how he met his fiancé? Through my app. I literally set them up.” His eyes crinkle at the memory in amusement as you listen to him, fascinated.
So his friend is marrying his sugar baby. That’s romantic.
“I really thought he was gonna die alone but then he met her and he was fucking whipped. Can’t believe he’s the first one to get married among us.” He shakes his head with wonder. You reach for his cup of coffee with a coquettish smile before taking a sip. “Well, it’s nice. You should be happy for him. He’s getting married to someone he loves.”
“Oh, I am, darling. I just- don’t see the hype with getting married.” He shrugs nonchalantly, scrolling through the tablet in his hands. You raise a brow at his comment. “Really?”
“Yeah.” He peeks at you. “I mean, marriage takes away your freedom, doesn’t it? And it takes a shit load of commitment and work to make it last. And I’m not good with commitments. I like being independent.”
You snort before raising a brow, “And let me guess. Your definition of being independent is sleeping with the entire city, Mr. Playboy?” Jeonghan throws a sheepish smile at you, like he has been caught and you shake your head with a sigh.
“Just the ladies, though.” He winks. “But for now, I am not interested in the city but rather in one particular beauty in front of me.” He puts his tablet away and leans towards you, a teasing grin on his face that makes you roll your eyes. But you can’t help the fluttering feeling bloom inside you. He has such a way with words.
“Are you implying that you want to get in my pants?” You ask. “Oh baby, I’ve already done that. I’m saying if you are up for it again. Do you hurt?” He asks, his time concern evident in his tone as he gets off his stool and cages your body between him and the countertop. “I-I’m a little sore so…I’m not sure.” You whisper, heart thudding loudly at his proximity and the addictive scent of his. Maybe, you are actually up for it because your pussy seems to be leaking again.
Jeonghan gently strokes your cheek. “It’s alright, darling. We don’t have to do anything. Let’s get you some breakfast.” He pulls away but you immediately grab his forearms. “I- I’m up for… other things if you are too.” You mumble, eyes not meeting his. “Oh yeah?” A grin plasters on his face as he tilts your face up with a finger. “We can do so many other things darling and I’m definitely up for it.” His eyes glint with mischief and desire. Your shy smile is all he needs to get to work, immediately lifting you onto the marble countertop, the cold surface making you gasp. With a wink and the sexiest smirk ever, he tugs off your panties and attaches his lips to your sensitive core making you let out a shrill moan.
After a couple of orgasms and breakfast with Jeonghan, his car drops you at your place. As you enter your house and toe off your shoes, you yell, “Chan, I’m home!”
The man doesn’t seem to be far away, making a sandwich on the kitchen counter. He looks up, “Oh hey, noona. You’re back.” Dropping the couple bags from your hand, you envelop him in a hug. “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t call last night. I should have told you I was staying out.”
It has become a habit to spend the night before the weekend and sometimes even the weekend with Jeonghan but you always let your brother know where you are. You don’t want to be irresponsible or let him think you have forgotten about him. Chan sighs softly, pulling back. “It’s okay, noona. You’re a grown woman. You don’t have to report to me. As long as you are safe it’s all good.” You give him a wistful smile, patting his cheek softly. “Still.”
Your eyes move to the brunch he’s making and you wonder. “Is all the food finished? I kept some meals for you in the fridge, did you finish them?” Your brother grunts, going back to preparing his food, “No, there’s still some left. I just wanted a sandwich.” Nodding, you watch him finish making his food and wash his hands. You’re about to go to your room and take a shower when he murmurs. “Were you with him? Jeonghan?” He juts his chin out to point to the couple of Chanel bags you brought with you, yet another gift from Jeonghan. For no reason, you get shy. “Yeah.” You fiddle with your fingers, watching your sibling carefully.
He hums, “Did you see this?” He pushes a magazine that was lying on the kitchen counter towards you. Frowning, you pick it up to be graced by a picture of you and Jeonghan on the front cover of a gossip tabloid. It’s taken from behind, his body mostly covering you as you two walk by the sidewalk. Your face isn’t fully visible but anybody who knows you can tell it’s you. In bold letters, it asks about your identity, or to be exact, Yoon Jeonghan’s latest lover’s identity and part of you is glad that they actually don’t have any info about you, just suspicions.
You had asked Jeonghan at the beginning of your relationship to keep your identity a secret for you and the sake of your brother, as everyone loved talking about Jeonghan’s latest notch to the bedpost and a little warmth spreads in your chest to see that he really didn’t let anyone know anything about you. With a sigh, you put the magazine back in its place. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not…I just sometimes worry about you.” Chan says. “It’s just- Yoon Jeonghan isn’t exactly the gentleman type you know. I don’t want you to get hurt because of him. I mean, I was quite surprised at first but I thought it wasn’t serious since he doesn’t…you know, stay with one person for a long time. I don’t want him to…use you.”
It’s the first time you are hearing Chan express his concerns regarding Jeonghan and to be honest, you sensed some hesitation when you first told him that you were seeing him. Nevertheless, a small smile sets on your face as you reach for his hands, “Chan, it’s okay. I’m fine. He isn’t using me or anything.” You stroke his knuckles soothingly. He watches you in silence for a beat and you can feel the gears in his head moving. The next words are what you expected from him but still, they fluster you.
“He isn’t… like- paying you for se-”
“It’s not like that!” You scoff immediately, probably a bit too defensively. But it’s true. Jeonghan is not paying you for sleeping with him, hell the first time you ever slept with him was last night. He’s paying you for your company so there is a difference. Getting yourself together, you give him a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing like that, I promise.”
Chan observes you silently for a second before nodding. “Okay. If you are good then I’m good too.” Smiling wistfully you let go of his hands. “I’ll take a shower now.” Reaching for the bags you’re about to step towards your room but Chan’s voice stops you. “Do you really like him? Jeonghan?”
His words make you freeze in your spot. However, the reply comes easily. “Yeah, I do.” It’s only after you have uttered the words that you realize how scarily true they are.
Later that evening you find yourself sitting in front of your laptop, staring at the tabloids you found about you and Jeonghan. All the shots are taken from behind or far away; some of them are from when Jeonghan took you to one too many brunch dates. Sighing, you read the speculations about you; not one from high society, which is true. Closing your laptop you lean against your headboard, numerous thoughts running through your head. The prime one is that you have feelings for Jeonghan, your freaking sugar daddy.
You often had butterflies on your stomach when you were with him and you thought you had managed to bury them deep within you but no. Now that you are not in the man’s presence, you think about him, slowly, clearly and the depth of your feelings frighten you immensely.
Jeonghan is so easy to like. He’s funny and charming once you get to know him but also intimidating and scary when he needs to be. You have mostly come across his playful and charming side, as he loved teasing you and pranking you now and then. You have fallen for many of his white lies, only to be told that it was a prank and then get laughed at your face. But you couldn’t be mad. His toothy grin and bright laughter warmed your heart and the way he’d hug you while laughing made your heart race, making you join him in his laughter. His soft giggles when he’s tipsy made you want to kiss him and wrap your arms around him so tightly that he could never leave.
Thoughts about him often plagued your mind, an inappropriate amount for a sugar baby to think about her sugar daddy. Because deep down you imagined him as more than that, more than a source of money, which he showers you with. You see him as a companion, a friend and a lover. And you want him to be more. So much more.
The thought brings tears to your eyes as you scoff at yourself. How could you become like this? Jeonghan isn’t that type of guy, it is a fact. His words from earlier in the morning rub salt into your wounds. He doesn’t want to marry or date. He said he likes being free which means none of that. The most committed or maybe lengthy relationship he has ever had is probably with you as it is still existing after two months. That brings hope to your hopeless heart. Maybe he actually feels something about you but he is hiding it like a habit. Maybe he wants to truly be with you. Maybe that’s why he calls everyday to check up on you, take you to nice, thoughtful dates, calls you over to simply hang out.
Maybe, maybe.
Or maybe, he does this to all his lovers, no matter if he’s with them for a few hours or a few days. The thought makes you pathetically jealous. It’s unbelievably silly how much you want his smile and laughter and teasing and company reserved only for you. You want him, you want all of him but life is never that easy.
A ping from your phone jolts you out of your thoughts as you reach for the device to check it and sure enough, it’s the devil himself.
[jeonghan]heyyy babe, how you doing?
[you] just chilling. hby? Working?
[jeonghan] Unfortunately yes, babe. just can’t seem to finish them. I’d rather be with you ;)
His text makes you grin like a fool.
[you] Me too when will I see you again?
[jeonghan] Soon actually. There’s a party I need to attend this tuesday and you are coming with me. I’ll have a collection of dresses for you at my place to choose from.
Another party? You definitely don’t mind if that means you get to have his company.
[you]Great! Can’t wait!!
[jeonghan] Me neither. I’ve to get back to work, darling. Goodnight, dream of me ;)
[you]You too
Closing your phone, you clutch it to your chest, staring at the ceiling. A simple text from him has your heart thudding loudly and you are once again reminded of your feelings for him. You can convince yourself all day all night but the bottom line will be that you like Jeonghan.
Too much.
You are on your way home after getting some groceries on Tuesday afternoon when you come across a pleasant surprise. Just as you are about to enter your building, you find Mingyu, Chan’s best friend, there, about to go inside. “Mingyu!” You call for him with a smile. His head whips towards you and a large grin spread across his face. “Noona! Hey!” He calls as you take quick steps towards him.
“Chan isn’t at home. He said he was going to the library.” You inform the man towering you, assuming he’s here for your brother. “Oh,” Mingyu murmurs. “It’s alright. I have some good news to share with you.”
“With me?” You arch a brow, surprised. “What is it?”
A shy hand moves to scratch his neck as Mingyu smiles softly. “I got a job. A modeling gig.” Your eyes widen, “Oh my god, Mingyu! That’s so great! Congratulations!” You grin, genuinely feeling happy for him. You’ve known Mingyu since he was in high school with Chan and he often came over with your brother after class. He comes from a struggling family; his single mother working hard to take care of him and his sister so this is a great piece of news to hear.
“Thanks,noona,” he murmurs shyly, making you smile. You can totally see why he got the job. He is blessed with extremely good visuals and height so it’d be a loss for anybody who rejected him. “Does Chan know?” You ask. He nods, “Yeah, I told him yesterday. Anyway, the main thing is, I wanted you to join us for a dinner. It’s my treat.”
“Me?” You are surprised but also touched as you point a finger at yourself. “Aw, Mingyu, you don’t have to treat me. Treat yourself and your friends.” A cute pout appears on his face. “Oh come on, noona. You are my friend too. I need to pay you back for all the times you let me stay over and bought me and Chan snacks. Let me treat you to barbeque, please.”
His words warm your heart as the memories come back to you. It feels like ages ago when they were in high school, doing assignments till the night and then him and your brother passing out in your living room. You smile fondly at the memory but before you can reply a hand wraps around your waist from nowhere, making you almost jump out of your skin. With a gasp, you whip your head to the side and find Jeonghan, grinning toothily but something is different—
Oh.
He has dyed his hair from blond to black and you almost don’t recognize him at first. While you stare at him, still processing his sudden appearance, he speaks, flashing a grin at Mingyu, “Barbeque? I wanna go too.”
Poor Mingyu looks utterly confused and you playfully glare at Jeonghan. “Hey, why are you here so early? I thought you were at work.”
“Mhmm. Was finished early,” he hums, placing a huge kiss on your cheek, making your eyes widen. Mingyu looks at the interaction and blinks confusedly. You feel flustered. “Oh erm, Jeonghan, this is Mingyu, Chan’s best friend. And Mingyu, this is Jeonghan uh-”
Shit. What do you introduce Jeonghan as? ’Hi Mingyu he’s my sugar daddy’? You’re about to say friend when Jeonghan pipes in, “Boyfriend. I’m ____’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you, kid.”
A sour look sets on Mingyu’s face and you assume probably because Jeonghan called him a kid. He chuckles rather awkwardly, “Wow…you are dating, noona? I’ve seen him before, I think. Wait, are you Jeonghan of Yoon Corporations?”
“In the flesh,” Jeonghan smiles a cocky smile. “Oh,” Mingyu falls silent and there is a moment of tension as you look nervously between the two men before Jeonghan announces. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Mingi but me and ____ need to get going now.”
“Mingyu!” You pinch his waist, scowling at him. “His name is Mingyu, Jeonghan!”
“Oh, my bad.” Jeonghan grins and you have a feeling he did that on purpose. With a sigh, you smile apologetically at Mingyu, “It was really nice seeing you, Gyu. And congratulations again.”
“Yeah, thanks noona,” he murmurs. “I’ll get going now.” He waves at you with a small smile before turning around and briskly walking away. As soon as he’s out of sight, you jab Jeonghan’s arm. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you! You sacred that poor guy!” Jeonghan shrugs, slinging his arm around your shoulder, “Well, that poor guy has a crush on you.”
“No! He doesn’t!” You hiss, cheeks fuming. To be honest you always thought Mingyu may or may not have a little crush on you but hearing someone say it out loud makes you flustered. It isn’t anything serious anyway. Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get going now.”
“B-but I just came from the store. I haven’t even showered yet. You shouldn’t be here until two more hours you know.” Your eyes narrow at him. Jeonghan hums, pulling you in the direction of his car, “Mhmm, you can shower at my place. Come on.”
“Okay, okay! Let me drop my groceries first!”
A few hours later you sit next to Jeonghan in his limo, on the way to the event. Jeonghan said it is a small one because it is taking place on a weekday and that you can leave early, so you haven’t dressed up much. Humming a tune, he looks outside, one of his hands resting on your thigh, playing with the silky material of your dress.
You take your time appreciating his features, his pretty, glinting eyes, his prominent cheekbones to his perfectly straight nose and down to his deep Cupid’s bow and his perfectly shaped lips that you want to keep kissing and kissing. Without much thought, you scoot closer to him, resting your body against his as you put your head on his shoulder, making him look at you. His hands move to interlock with yours which sends your heartbeat in a frenzy and you can’t help but think how cozy and homey it feels.
“You know, you introduced yourself as my boyfriend earlier.” You whisper, making him chuckle softly, “Yeah. Couldn’t really say I was your sugar daddy. Already scared the kid enough.” You roll your eyes at his words but your heart sinks a little at them. You had hoped that maybe, maybehe felt something more for you that led him to say those words. Sighing quietly, you keep resting your head against his shoulder and stare at your hand in his, your heart deflating like a popped balloon.
“By the way, did you think about what I said that day?”
Confused, you blink at him before realizing what he’s referring to. Jeonghan had proposed you re-enter college and finish your degree which you couldn’t complete because of your parents’ sudden death and the burden of loans along with Chan’s school fees; saying that he will pay for everything. You are the older sibling and Chan’s guardian so you dropped out of college and started working to make sure your brother accomplished what you couldn’t.
You have had quite some time to think about it but it just doesn’t feel right, him paying for your tuition fees when he already showers you in opulence. Sure, his offer was tempting, really so; you could finally finish your studies and get an actual job but he’s being too generous. It feels wrong; college tuitions are in no way cheap, at least to you and just accepting it like that doesn’t sit right with you.
“There you go again, overthinking,” Jeonghan’s voice snaps you back to the present. “Why are you thinking about this so much, babe? You’re an amazing person and you deserve to get that degree. If you think I’m pitying you, then stop right there. I have the ability so I just want to help you accomplish something you couldn’t earlier.” He murmurs, his voice sincere.
Your heart softens at his words.“I know, Jeonghan. It’s just- too much. I mean you have no reason to pay for my-”
“You’re my sugar baby. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“And you do!” You sigh, rubbing your temples. “Okay. Instead of just taking the money like that, I’ll accept it as a loan. When I graduate I’m going to pay you back.” You decide, your voice firm making him sigh out of frustration. He watches you for a few seconds and realizes this is what you’ll accept so he holds his hands up in surrender. “Alright, fine fine. I’ll give it to you as a loan.”
You grin victoriously, quickly pressing a kiss on his cheek, whispering a sultry, “Thank you, daddy.” Jeonghan narrows his eyes at you, feigning anger but you can see the playfulness dance in his eyes. “You love being a brat, don’t you?”
“Mhmm,” you hum, grinning as you trail kisses from his cheek to his jaw. A pleasured sigh escapes his lips, blooming pride in your heart. His head turns to capture your lips in a kiss that starts softly, his lips moving against yours in sweet, passionate movements. As soft whimpers begin to come out of your mouth, it turns more heated and he wraps an around your waist pulling you closer while your hands tangle in his hair. His tongue delves into your mouth, dancing against your tongue in needy movements, releas
pairing ➳ dom!Seungcheol x sub!inexperienced!female reader
genre ➳ sugar daddy au, fake dating, strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, angst and some fluff. part of theSugar Spice and Everything Niceproject.
warnings ➳ okayy let’s see, profanities, reader is shy and timid, she is also a simp, age gap tho it isn’t mentioned, lying, insecurities, mention of terminal illness, dom/sub dynamics, explicit sexual content: multiple sex scenes, daddy kink obviously, kissing, a little degradation (slut), marking, big dicc! cheol, one tit slap, one spank, a little fingering, a lil clit biting? tit worshipping, male oral, choking, virgin sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it guys, this is just fiction!), forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, crying, creampie, seggs so gud she passes out, lots of emotions that needs to be addressed, Cheol is kind of an asshole at times?
word count ➳ 15.7k (grab your popcorn besties)
synopsis➳the worst first meeting and then an uncanny proposition is enough to cause trouble for you. you fall for a man who doesn’t seem all that keen on returning your feelings.
playlist ➨ sugar daddy- queen herby // lover- taylor swift // power- ellie goulding // sugar- maroom 5 // tell it to my heart- meduza // guys my age- hey violet // tie a cherry- cl // only- lee hi // king of my heart- taylor swift // one last night- vaults // i fell in love with the devil- avril lavinge // i like it when you love me- oh wonder.
a/n: First of all happy new year guysss(even tho I’m late) and secondly, it’s hereee!!! The first installment of Sugar Spice and Everything Nice is here!! I’m so excited, goshh. This is my first time writing explicit smut so idk how good it was (lemme know, wink wonk). For me it was hard af like I had no idea it was so draining to write smut?? Lmao anyways. Tbh when I thought of doing a sugar daddy fic, the first member I could think of was Cheol. I mean- HES A LITERAL DILF OKAY, he has the looks, the money, everything so ofc I had to do my first ever sg fic centering him. I hope y'all have a great time reading this and anticipate Joshua and Jeonghan’s story which will probably take another couple months to be posted, sorry! Happy reading and I’ll see y'all in hell( I can’t believe I wrote this WTF )
Your ass hurts.
It hurts so bad that you feel like the skin has come off and it has been set on fire. But that pain doesn’t even come close to the fear and anxiety you feel right now as you watch the godly handsome man glare at you, his eyes shooting fire towards you like laser beams. His secretary or assistant or something dabs away at the stain on his pristine dark blue suit jacket with extreme caution; careful not to spread the stain further. The stain you just gave him.
In your defense, it was accidental but you aren’t totally guilt free. You were too busy daydreaming about the man; the one currently sending daggers your way, to notice he was getting up from his seat to take his leave. Somehow your clumsy, pathetic self lost her balance and ended up tossing all the hot coffee that you were about to serve another table on him- mainly his suit while you land ass first on the floor. You are truly thankful that the man was wearing his suit otherwise he would have been burned pretty bad and by now you would probably be on your way to jail for burning somebody.
“Fuck! Stop it!” The man, also known as Mr. Choi bats the other man’s hand away from his jacket as he takes it off, still glaring at you, probably cursing you too in his mind while you sit unmoving on the floor, stupidly gaping at him.
“Oh my god! We’re so so sorry, sir!” From somewhere Tanz rushes towards the crime scene and helps you get up, while continuously bowing to the man in apology. “That was an accident. Please forgive us, sir. We’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”
“Forget it!” His voice booms, clearly annoyed as he mutters something to the other man who rushes out of the restaurant. “Do you know what you have done? How I could have been burned? I have a business meeting for fucks sake.” He hisses at you while dabbing at the light patch of brown that has seeped on his crisp white shirt from the jacket.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper meekly, head hanging low in shame, cringing at yourself. Way to make an impression. Tanz is about to say something but the man speaks again, this time directed at her, “If this is how your employees treat their customers then you should probably think about hiring new ones.” He snaps before turning on his heel and marching out of the place.
The hushed chatter returns as obnoxiously rich people stare at you and gossip while Tanz pushes you towards the kitchen. “Wow. So you like spilling coffee on men that you like? Is that your way of telling them that you are interested?” She raises a brow at you making you flustered. “I swear, it was an accident! I just- slipped somehow…I’m so sorry.”
She sighs, rubbing her forehead. “It’s okay. As long as he doesn’t file a complaint about us. And if he doesn’t do that, be sure he’s never coming back. He doesn’t wanna get his pretty face burned next time.” Tanz jokes but you don’t really find it amusing.
Mr. Choi has been your harmless crush for a while now, well he definitely was harmless until now. He’s one of the regular customers here, showing up almost everyday whether to have breakfast or to grab a cup of coffee. He always leaves the most generous tips which are a given for a billionaire like him. You have seen his face on magazines and the internet before as he is a hot topic of discussion because of his extreme success at a young age. Not only is he blessed with extremely good looks but he also doesn’t lack intelligence and pairing it up with his communication skills and straightforwardness, he has managed to build an entire empire fairly young. And you just spilled hot coffee on someone like him.
Tanz takes pity on your traumatized state and lets you go home early, where you crawl under your blankets and try to wipe the cringy memory off your mind. You can only hope he does the same.
Sitting here, waiting for the stranger to appear is nerve wracking. Well, he isn’t a complete stranger if you consider the messages you exchanged with him over the past week.
You still can’t believe you signed up on a freaking sugar daddy website and then started chatting with some dude who you have no idea is real or not and now you are here, waiting for the said dude at a cafe. This all truly feels surreal now. Sure, the man seemed fun and nice over texts but you have no idea what he looks like and if he truly has the capability to be a sugar daddy. In his profile, it said his name is Scoups and his age is 32. That’s all you know about the man you are going to meet. You don’t have any idea what he looks like because his profile picture was rather vague, a capture of his silhouette rather than his profile.
He had asked if he could meet you in this cafe last night and thinking about all your accumulating bills, you said yes. He even specifically told you where to sit, the third table from the entrance by the window. Now you sit here tapping your foot nervously, contemplating your decision and waiting for the man to show up. You can’t even look for him and only hope that he manages to recognize you from your profile picture.
You’re so engrossed in your thoughts that it takes you a while to realize a man is standing in front of you. Peeking up to look at him, your heart almost lurches out of your chest at the sight. Mr. Choi stands in front of you in all his glory, a confused look on his face as he judges you with a raised brow. Your throat tightens.
“Wha-what are you doing here?” He’s incredulous. You get nervous for no reason. You fiddle with your hands as they flail wildly and blurt out, “I- you told me to c-come here. We- we have been talking through that website-”
“What the fuck are you saying? I was supposed to meet some investors he- wait a second!” Some sort of revelation flashes across his eyes as he clenches his jaw and tightens his fist. You half expect him to start throwing punches but instead, he yells, “Fuck! Yoon Jeonghan!” He grits his teeth as he produces his phone from his breast pocket and quickly dials a number before walking away, leaving you completely bewildered.
You sit there as minutes pass by, baffled at the situation. Out of all people, he had to be your match? Or maybe it wasn’t him. God, you’re confused. When you are sure he has left for good and you should too, he reappears at your table, an annoyed look resting on his face.
He sits down on the chair across you with a disturbed grunt, before undoing the button of his jacket and releasing a deep breath. You sit there frozen, too nervous to speak or move, only watching the beautiful man in front of you rubbing his temples. He begins, “I have to clear things up. This is a setup, done by my dear friend. He was the one who you have been talking to on that website. He set me up to this, saying that we were meeting some investors. I had no idea I was gonna meet a…sugar baby.” He mutters dryly, undoubtedly displeased with everything. Dumbly, you whisper, “I’m sorry.”
What are you even sorry for? Oh yeah, spilling coffee on his jacket.
He lets out a mirthless chuckle, “It’s really ironic meeting you. God the confusion I felt when I saw you sitting here.” He shakes his head at the memory as you grow more embarrassed. “Anyway, I think we’re done here. Sorry to let you down but if you want to meet my friend I can give you his number.” His tone is dismissive as he prepares to leave but stops in his tracks when a ping comes from his phone. He opens the device to check the text and a frown settles on his face upon reading it. He sits still for a while, staring at the screen while you do the same, waiting for his next move.
And it surprises you.
“On a second thought, I don’t mind being a sugar daddy.” He announces as he gets comfortable in the chair again and you gulp, wondering what that text said that made him change his mind so quickly. Silently, you wait for him to elaborate but he doesn’t, instead starts scanning you top to bottom. You grow flustered under his scrutinizing gaze, shuffling in your seat as you wonder if he likes what he sees or feels repelled. It’s probably the latter.
“I have some specific demands that need to be met. One, if I’m being precise. You do that and I pay you generously.”
You swallow. “What is it?”
“I need someone to show up with me on family functions and other events. You see, my family has been pressuring me to find a significant other and me showing up with a girl will really keep them off my ass.” He states, getting to the point immediately as you sit there, processing his words. His proposition sounds almost unreal, too easy. He continues, “I’m willing to pay whatever your requirement is. If you agree, then I’m gonna prepare a contract which will carry all the details of this arrangement.” He sounds so formal like he’s doing business which in a way, he is and his authoritativeness makes you stumble over your words as you gather your thoughts.
“I…I don’t mind I guess. I have loans to pay off so…I’m willing.” You whisper. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this means you have to get physical with him, which you definitely don’t mind but the thought makes your throat dry. As if he can read your mind, he speaks, “Don’t worry about sex. I’m not looking for anything physical. But if you are willing then we can. However, that is not a priority. We can take it one at a time.” His bluntness makes your face burn as you nod timidly, looking away. When you offer nothing more he sits up straight. “ Well, then, Miss ____, I take it you’re willing?”
“Yes.” You nod. “Good. My secretary will contact you soon. We can meet up and discuss the contract.” He throws a professional smile at you, a pleasure-doing-business-with-you-with-you smile as he fishes out his wallet and pulls out a couple of hundred dollar bills. To your utter surprise, he pushes them towards you. “Thank you for your time.” Is all he says before he stands up and marches away, leaving you to sit there shocked, horrified even as you stare at the bills sitting on the table.
Two hundred dollars?
For what? Like twenty minutes? Is this what it feels like to be a sugar baby? Half of you feel ashamed while the other half feels giddy as you reach for the notes. You have to put your pride aside if you want to pay off your loans and accomplish your dreams. Also, it’s not like this is illegal or you begged him for this. He willingly gave you two hundred dollars! With a soft smile on your lips, you put the notes in your purse and head home.
A couple of days later, true to his words, Seungcheol’s secretary calls you, letting you know that his boss wants to have dinner with you and go over the contract. Due to the occasion, you take out the best piece of clothing you own; a mid-length black evening dress with a sweetheart neckline that hugs your body nicely and pray that it makes you look decent and presentable. Seungcheol is kind enough to send his car to pick you up and take you to the restaurant.
When you arrive, Seungcheol is already there, waiting for you in one of the private dining areas. Dressed in a grey suit and pants which are a little crinkled right now, it is evident that he had a long day. But somehow, he manages to look perfectly put together and attractive, his intimidating aura ever present. “Good evening, Miss ____.”
He greets as he sees you enter and with a shy greeting, you quickly sit down opposite to him. The room is spacious, designed with wood and minimalistic decorations as a table sits at the center, surrounded by a couple of chairs. Seungcheol pushes the menu resting on the table towards you. “Order whatever you please. Then we can start discussing the contract.”
So you do that quickly as the waiter arrives and pours some champagne on your glasses. As a means of easing your nerves, you quickly gulp it down.
“Now, since this is a contract, I expect you to be completely honest and tell me if you aren’t satisfied with anything. This won’t work if you don’t tell me your worries,” Seungcheol begins, pushing the written contract towards you. Tentatively, you pick up the piece of paper. “I’ve listed my requirements here. You can add yours if you have any. And if you disagree with any of these then we can discuss it.” He states, leaning back on his chair and taking a sip of the bubbling drink. You can feel his eyes burning into you as you read over the contract and you are pretty surprised over its simplicity.
They don’t contain many clauses, just a few; none of the parties are allowed to have any other relationships while in this contract, prices are negotiable if they do not satisfy the sugar baby, sexual relationship is not a must but it can be initiated with the consent of both parties and lastly, if any of the parties want to break off this arrangement, they can do so without any questions asked. You set down the paper with a hum and Seungcheol asks, “Okay? Would you like to add anything?”
“No, I think this is fine.” You say, making him nod and fetch a pen from his pocket. “You can always add something later if you feel like it. I want this to be beneficial for both of us. This way, we both get what we want, don’t we?” Nodding, you scribble your sign at the bottom of the paper, next to his. You feel like you have done something huge, something that will change your life and it will. He is literally your sugar daddy now. Which reminds you.
“Oh, thank you for that money…that day. You… didn’t have to do it, really.” You whisper. Seungcheol shrugs, his tone bored, “I’m your sugar daddy, aren’t I? Besides, you were scammed in a way. Only felt right to compensate you. Jeonghan says he’s sorry, by the way.” Biting your lip, you nod, unable to come up with a reply.
“Okay, now.” Seungcheol puts his hands on the table, his serious gaze making you squirm in your seat. “My parents are hosting a charity event this weekend. And you will be accompanying me.”
“This weekend?” You let out an unceremonious gasp. He raises a brow, “Yes. Do you have plans? I will pay you handsomely.” The mention of money makes you flush as you quickly shake your head, “No no! I just- I wasn’t expecting it. I mean it’s in two days and I don’t have any time to prepare my dr-”
“Everything will be taken care of, ___.” He pins you down with his gaze. “You just need to show up. I will have a pair of stylists and make-up artists at my place this Saturday. You can get ready there.”
“O-okay. Thank you.” You mutter, feeling a little intimated.
“Good.” Seungcheol smirks. “Pleasure doing business with you, Miss ____.”
After that, there’s a pause in the air as dinner is served and you both start eating in relative silence. “I did some background check on you. You’re a business major, I see.” Seungcheol states somewhere between the dinner. “Yes, I am.” You speak.
“You have quite an excellent score. Why don’t you come to my company for an internship.” The idea is enticing but you are already in a rather special relationship with this man so the idea of him being your boss too isn’t really the most pleasing. It is true that you are preparing your résumé for some internships as you need money to pay off your loans as the diner’s pay isn’t helping with too much. “T-thank you for your offer, Mr. Choi. But I don’t think I will.” He raises a brow at you but doesn’t speak further, instead sips the champagne. “You are not interested in an internship?”
“I- I was but not anymore. I mean, with our new arrangement,” heat flares all through your face “I-I think I’ll keep working at the diner and save up. I actually want to open my own shop.” You whisper, confessing your dream to him suddenly making you shy.
What does he think of you? Is he judging you? Laughing at you?
“What shop?”
“A flower shop,” you breathe, looking at your lap. He’s silent for a while before nodding, “A flower shop, huh? Interesting.” He muses and you cringe inwardly thinking he’s probably laughing at you. Before you can stop yourself you explain, “You see my mother used to have a garden when I was young. I really liked watching her tending to the garden with so much love and before I knew it I started to do the same too. She loved roses, half of our garden was full of them. I just…I don’t know, I want to work with flowers.” You don’t know why you are blabbering about this to pretty much a stranger and you half expect him to roll his eyes and say whatever but you watch him nod, almost understandingly.
“That’s great. We’ll drink to that. I hope you can open your shop soon.” He raises his glass and you quickly grab yours, clinking it with him, whispering a ‘cheers’.
It has been two months since that night and God, your life has turned completely upside down. If someone said this was gonna be your life a few months back, you would have flipped them off but lord, it is. You have attended quite a few events with Seungcheol in the span of the last couple of months and after each event, the amount that was dropped in your bank account was mind boggling, almost filthy. You have once tried talking to Seungcheol about it, saying he did not have to pay that much every time but he just shrugged and said that’s what you deserve for giving him your time. And you certainly can’t complain.
With the current flow of cash, in just a few weeks you can finish paying all your debts and actually start working on setting up your shop.
Other than the obscene about of money, there are gifts. So much of it that bags of Channel and Dior and Gucci and Louis Vuitton and Prada lie around your apartment now because after every party you attend with Seungcheol, he lets you take home the expensive dresses and shoes as gifts. You have tasted the most luxurious wines and champagnes, tried a variety of delicacies, rode cars worth a million dollars and whatnot. It has been an overwhelming but also a learning experience as you got to experience how the filthy rich people lived. And it is easy to get used to because coming from a struggling family, when you have diamonds and rubies on your neck and fingers, you truly can’t complain too much. But every now and then you tell Seungcheol to take it easy and tone it down just a little.
Seungcheol,right. The man who is now at the center of your universe. He’s an enigma, just like gravity as he keeps pulling you closer and closer yet leaving you unsatisfied. You don’t really know what you expected Seungcheol to be but it’s definitely not this. He’s attentive and respectful but also very professional. While this sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship may sound really intimate to others, it’s nowhere near that for the two of you. It’s fair to say you are extremely surprised at how Seungcheol keeps his distance and never tries to initiate anything with you.
You have been playing the role of Seungcheol’s arm candy slash companion, nothing more or less. So far you have attended four events with him, the first one being his family charity. His parents surprised you, in the best way. While you expected them to make rude comments and judge you down to your pores, they were welcoming and chatty and easy to get along with, like the rest of his family. His mother was the life of the party, talking and laughing and drinking nonstop, her vibe a lot younger than her age.
After that event, you attended two more office parties, followed by an evening party taken place after Seungcheol launched another new business. That night is the most unforgettable as you were flocked with paparazzi coming at you from all directions and throwing questions left and right. However, Seungcheol handed them efficiently, shielding you from the blinding flashes with his large frame as he answered the questions for you. He has always made sure that you felt comfortable and always made you feel included in conversations. And for someone with a soft heart like yours, his attention and politeness towards you have increased the teeny tiny crush you had on him to tenfold.
How can you not like someone as charming as him? Sure, he has kept you at an arm’s length, never sharing anything too personal with you nor asking anything personal about you but the sight of him in a suit, engrossed in his work, his ring clad fingers massaging his temples is enough to make you forget everything and fall for him harder. Seungcheol pays you to show up with him at events and while you were first interested in luxurious parties and fine dining events, you’ve soon lost interest in them; now too busy gawking at Seungcheol. The events now bore you but you certainly aren’t complaining when you get to be by the side of a man like Seungcheol.
The way he shows up in expensive suits, tailored just perfectly and free of a single crease and the way he brushes his slicked hair back while talking or the way his adam’s apple bobs when he sips champagne or the way his biceps flex when he buttons his suit is good enough to drive you insane. Simply speaking, it looks like you’ve got it down bad for someone who is clearly not interested in a relationship. You remember asking him about this on the way home after one of his parties.
“Why don’t you just…date?”
Your question catches him off guard by the look on his face as he raises a rather judgemental brow at you. Flustered, you’re about to apologize for being nosy when he sighs. “Too much work.”
“Huh?” You blink at him. “Dating. It’s too much for me. I’ve seen people around me fall in love and then fall apart in the worst ways and I don’t want to be like them. I’m not ready for commitment or the effort and responsibilities that come with a relationship only for it to end and cause me headaches. It feels like a burden to me.”
“Oh.” You murmur. “But it could be fun too. If you find the right person, I mean.” Your voice fades into a whisper. A small unamused smile rests on his face. “That’s the thing. Finding the right person. I don’t think there is someone like that. At least for me.”
“Well, you never know until you search.” You speak wondering why the hell you are pushing him to find love. Maybe because deep down that’s what you wish from him, to love you. Seungcheol stares at you for a while, your eyes not leaving his as you watch the city lights reflect in them. The moment is broken when a frown mars his beautiful face as he snaps, “Well. As I said, I’m not interested.”
His rejection definitely hurt you but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the next day Seungcheol announced that you would be accompanying him to Paris this weekend for a two-day business trip. The news came out of nowhere and smacked you on the face but you were too excited to complain how short of a time he gave you to prepare. Seungcheol dealt with all the paperwork work and a few days later you were accompanying him to Paris in his private jet.
It has been a couple of hours since you have landed and checked into the hotel suite. Seungcheol is currently taking a shower as you stand on the balcony, watching the Eiffel tower in the distance as the dusk fell.
You are still in the process of processing that all this is real and you are truly in Paris, staying in a fucking penthouse suite which unfortunately or fortunately has two bedrooms because Seungcheol claimed he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, sipping a wine whose name you can’t even pronounce. All thanks to your dear sugar daddy. The word still feels foreign on your tongue and you haven’t called him that out loud but oftentimes, your mind wonders if he’d like to be called that in bed. You are yet to find out if you have a daddy kink which seems like it won’t happen soon given how professional Seungcheol has been with you.
Your wandering thoughts come to a halt as Seungcheol appears from the bathroom, half naked, just grey pajama pants hanging low on his hips and you almost choke on your wine. Making a quick excuse you dash to the bathroom, seeking shelter from the defined, absolutely perfect muscles all over his chest and abdomen. This sugar baby thing is proving to be a lot harder than you thought but hey, at least you are getting paid enough.
The next day Seungcheol meets his business partners in an early breakfast meeting as you get your beauty sleep in the fluffy white pillows and blankets. Later that evening you prepare for the after party as you put on a champagne colored silk evening dress, another luxurious purchase by Seungcheol. With your makeup done, you are putting on your earrings when Seungcheol pads into your room, dressed in the finest white suit you’ve ever seen. There’s a white turtleneck underneath it and a Chanel brooch pin rests on one of the lapels of his collar. His hair is styled back in a rather messy way as the smaller strands lay scattered on the sides of his forehead and you have this terrible urge to run your fingers through them. He simply looks delectable.
You watch him with bated breath for a while before his voice brings you back to reality. “Are you finished?”
“Yeah, um, I just need to put my shoes on,” you reply fumbling for your pumps. Seungcheol watches you for a second, his eyes scanning you top to bottom before he gives you a soft smile and steps out of the room, leaving you to finish getting ready.
This party is like every other, men talking about capitalist things and women showing off their jewels to each other. You sit on a chair by the long table full of sweets and fruits, helping yourself with a piece of strawberry as you sip on the rose champagne and watch Seungcheol converse with his business partners. Well, he stays silent mostly while the men surrounding him talk and this is the first time you have seen Seungcheol look so disinterested. His eyes keep wandering around and often landing on you and when they do, he holds his gaze, eyes boring into yours even though he’s on the other side of the room. As you finish your strawberry Seungcheol excuses himself from his friends and stalks over to you. “Boring, isn’t it?” He raises a brow at you.
“I’m surprised to hear that from you.” You send a teasing smile on his way. He laughs softly, “I know. I’m kind of regretting making them partners. They just don’t know when to shut their traps.” He sighs, grabbing a champagne flute and finishing it in one go. “Well, would you like to leave then?” You ask. “Now?” He frowns. “We haven’t had dinner yet.”
You shrug. “We can just have it back in the hotel if that’s okay with you.” Seungcheol seems to ponder that idea for a second before he reaches out for your hand, surprising you. “Let’s do that. I’ve had a long day.” Nodding you follow him, your hands linked with his as you excuse yourselves from the party and head towards Seungcheol’s limo.
Tonight the air between the two of you feels different, charged with palpable tension. Seungcheol, who only have ever touched the small of your back or pressed the slightest kisses on your temple as a public display of affection has been keeping his hands a lot more on you today. Like right now.
His hand rests on your thigh casually as you sit next to him on the limo, your heart thudding loudly when he absentmindedly starts stroking the flesh. You take a tentative look at him, his eyes focused outside, his brows furrowed a little. His face is so close to you, just mere inches apart and you can even count his beautiful, long lashes. And you have this insane urge to kiss every inch of his face, press your lips against him and feel the softness.
Your body seems to take matters into its hand as you feel yourself move and press your lips softly against like sharp jawline. Seungcheol is pleasantly shocked as he turns to face you, the hand on your thigh tightening. Holding your breath you watch him, waiting for him to react. He does by cupping your cheek, dark eyes watching you closely. And then he leans closer, pressing his lips on your cheek before trailing down towards your lips. He then stops and observes you for a while, his warm breath kissing your face, the heated desire in his eyes making your heart race.
And then he presses his lips on the corner of yours gently, as if testing the waters. Your soft gasp and tightening hold on his jacket ease his worries as he attaches his lips to yours softly. He takes his sweet time kissing your lips as you sit there frozen, the fact that this is happening stunning you. When he gently prods his tongue into your mouth you grab his jacket, breath hitching as fireworks spread through your body.
Perilously you kiss him back, hands snaking around his neck as he somehow shifts you onto his lap. Your heart rings in your ears loudly, thrilled to finally, finally taste the man you have been utterly besotted to.
He tastes like pure luxury, fine and deep and obsessive leaving you moaning for more. He removes his lips from yours to trail them down your neck, starting from your jaw as soft gasps leave your mouth. You throw your head back once his lips meet your sensitive spots and half unconsciously you start grinding yourself against his thigh. You seem to have lost your mind, your brain overflowing with some sort of horny hormones probably because your period is coming or because of the unfairly sexy man underneath you. However, your passionate moment is hindered as the car comes to a halt making you snap out of your reverie.
Face heated, you scramble to get off his lap while he lets you, an unaffected look resting on his face as if he didn’t just eat your face. Getting off the car as fast as possible you march inside the hotel and go straight for the elevator. Seungcheol follows you close by and after one awkward, full of tension elevator ride later you reach the suite and as soon as Seungcheol unlocks it, you almost make a beeline for your room, too ashamed to face him after your little make out session. But his voice stops you in your tracks.
“Did I make you uncomfortable?” He asks suddenly, his face solemn. The sincerity in his tone makes you feel a little guilty. “No!” You signify. “I just- um, I really liked it but I’m afraid you didn’t and I crossed a line or something…” You trail off nervously, eyes low in embarrassment. He watches you amusedly for a while before stepping towards you and tilting your head up with a finger.
The proximity of his body next to yours paired with his scalding gaze have your knees shaking but you swallow and meet his eyes. “Trust me, you didn’t cross any line.” His deep voice reverberates as he leans closer, his lips a breath away from your ear. “I liked that a lot, in fact.” He whispers, trailing his lips from your cheek to your earlobe as he softly bites the flesh. Your hands clutch on his jacket tightly as you mewl, legs shaking. You can’t believe how embarrassingly wet you are from one makeout session.
“Wait!” You speak, making him step back immediately with a frown and you hate how you miss his warmth. You don’t want him to get the wrong idea so you keep your hands on his jacket as you look down and whisper your embarrassing truth. “I- you should know…that…I’ve never done this before. I’m- I’m-” you can’t bring yourself to finish that sentence so keep your head down in shame, scared that he’s gonna back out now. For a moment nothing happens and you feel like disappearing into thin air, before he cups your cheek and guides your face up.
“That’s okay. What I need to know is,” His eyes darken visibly, turning into pools of lava, “Do you really want this? Do you want me?” He utters, his lips a breath away from yours. “Y-yes, I do.” He didn’t even touch you but you are already gasping for air, the thoughts of him corrupting you sending shivers down your spine.
Watching you for a beat he leans closer and attaches his lips to yours, gently at first. When a soft, pleasured gasp leaves your mouth he grows bolder, pushing his tongue inside and claiming your mouth once again and biting your lips to the point it’s swollen. The kiss is raw, filled with molten lust as he somehow manages to guide you both towards the master bedroom your lips always connected to his plump ones.
When you both stand in front of the huge bed, you almost lose your balance due to your lust-riddled brain but he is quick to grab your waist rather roughly and pulls you close while his other hand ventures downwards, groping your ass. He kisses you until you are breathless and then pulls back to look at your already fucked out state, your doe eyes watching him with so much eagerness.
“Beautiful.” He whispers, eyes on your swollen lips that are parted just a little.
With a gentle hand, he reaches for the straps of your gown and lets them fall off your shoulders before his hands dance on your back, tugging down the zipper in a smooth motion. He steps back just a little bit, waiting for you to step out of your dress and shyly you do so. The dress doesn’t let you wear a bra so your bare breasts are exposed to the chilly air, making your nipples harden immediately. You’re about to cover yourself out of shame when he grabs your wrists. “Don’t.” Is all he says, his voice gentle yet commanding and you nod vigorously like a puppet.
He begins by pressing kisses on your shoulders and then your breasts as his hands work on massaging them simultaneously. He takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting and torturing it with his tongue until you are arching towards him with a moan and bunching the sheets in your fists. “You are so beautiful when you moan for me darling, don’t stop.” He mouths with a cheeky smile before doing the same to your other breast, all the while watching your reaction and you are so lost in sensations that you don’t realize he has taken off his suit jacket sometime while pleasing you.
Then he stops for a moment, pushing you back into the pillows behind you and sitting on his knees as he takes off his turtleneck. His body is truly a sight for sore eyes, chiseled abs all over and you have this urge to kiss every inch of his porcelain skin. Smirking at how you ogle him he then reaches for his pants, tugging them off too. Left in his boxers only which shows a clear outline of his hard length, you can’t help but mewl out a please. Your desperation makes him cockier and he decides to tease you a little further.
Leaning down, he presses sweet kisses on your belly before going down, eyes connecting with yours every so often. He kisses your covered core once before tugging off your panties and tossing them aside, making you gasp and without a delay he spreads your legs open, staring at your core. You feel your whole body heat up with embarrassment and you want to close your legs but you can’t because of his strong grip. It frustrates you how slow he is, too busy eye fucking you and enjoying your neediness. Throwing the sexiest smirk at you that has your pussy leaking, he leans down and attaches his lips against your core.
You almost scream bloody murder.
His mouth moves expertly against your most sensitive spot as he messily sucks and laps at your core. Your hands fist on his hair as you almost arch off the bed when you feel his warm tongue prodding at your entrance. “Fuck! Daddy!” And the word leaves your lips somehow which makes Seungcheol stop his ministrations on you. He leans back to look at you and you are so embarrassed you hope that the bed would swallow you up.
You’re about to open your mouth to apologize but he says, “What did you call me?” His deep baritone has you gushing again as his smoldering eyes pin you down. “D-daddy.” You whisper. “Good. Scream that when I make you come.” The confidence and authority in his voice are enough to almost make you come as he dives back in with renewed vigor.
He’s merciless, prodding your hole relentlessly with his tongue, alternating sucks and nips on your clit. It sets fireworks all through you and you feel the coil in your belly starting to tighten in pleasure. “So fucking good baby. You taste so sweet.” He grunts, face pressed against your mound and his words paired with the lewd sight between your legs has your cunt throbbing.
Soon enough you find yourself on the precipice of an orgasm which washes over you when he gently nips your clit before giving it a harsh suck. You scream as you hurl down an orgasm, your first, real orgasm as Seungcheol holds your shaking body down.
Before you can even come back from your high, he continues, kissing your pussy aggressively while adding a finger and then two and the sudden stretch in your tight hole has you coming again in mere seconds, this time your orgasm stronger, setting your nerve endings on fire as you scream his name.
He sits back once done, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches you twitch underneath him, vision q little blurry. He makes a show of licking his lips which glisten with your arousal before leaning down by supporting himself on his elbows and capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss. You moan, tasting yourself on his tongue and the filthiness of his act sends a new rush of arousal through your body.
“Do you want me to continue?” He asks and though his concern warms your heart you can’t help the groan. “Yes, yes! Of course.” You almost yell. Chuckling at your enthusiasm, he moves back and rakes a hand through his hair. “Well, then, if we’re gonna do it, we have to do it bare because I don’t have a condom with me. But I assure you, I’m clean and I’ll pull out.” He says, his eyes focused on your face to catch any hint of hesitation and honestly, you don’t give a fuck. You’ll do just about anything to have his dick inside you right now.
“I’m on the pill so I’m fine.” You pant, reaching for him to pull him close. Smirking, he grabs your wrists midway and pins them above your head. Lazily he whispers in your ear, “If you want me to fuck you, you’re gonna be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself. Understand?” You answer him with an enthusiastic nod but he isn’t satisfied as he lands a sudden slap on your tit making you squeal. “Yes, daddy! Yes!” You heave for breaths, pussy throbbing as his rough treatment.
Once happy he works on removing his boxers and when they come off you almost drool, mouth hanging open at the sight. His cock is utterly beautiful, long and thick and heavy as it bobs in the air. Your pussy clenches around nothing as you swallow, thinking about how deliciously it’s gonna stretch you, if you can even take it in the first place.
“Like what you see?” His tone is smug and you can only nod. He gives your pussy a few rubs, spreading your arousal before lining his cock up to your entrance, intense eyes watching you as he whispers, “Deep breaths baby. Tell me if it gets uncomfortable, alright? I’ll stop immediately.” You can only nod, grabbing his biceps for support as you feel his tip entering followed by some inches and just that feeling has you on the brink of exploding. Sharp pain and pleasure surge through you but what steals most of your focus is how incredibly full you feel. Your breath hitches and you tense up as he gradually pushes in, mewling, “Ah- s-so b-big.”
Above you Seungcheol grits his teeth as he keeps pushing inside steadily and you wonder just how big his cock is when it finally stops and you let out the breath you were holding. “Alright?” Seungcheol asks. You nod your head taking in a couple deep breaths, pulling him closer as an indication to continue. And he does. Lazily he pulls back until the tip of his dick rests inside you and then he thrusts, so hard that you scream out loud as he hits that spot inside you. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He sounds choked.
“Oh god!” you’re wail, head full of bliss as your mouth hangs open in pleasure. The ethereal sight of him on top of you, sweaty, full of lust has you moaning and clenching. You wrap your arms tightly around his strong back, nails digging onto his skin as he increases his pace. “Feel good? You want more, little girl?”
His words make you gush around him. “Yes! Yes, daddy! I want more. Give it to me!” You whine deliriously, clinging onto him. He grunts, doubling his pace if that’s even possible. You feel like you are gonna break into two, in the best possible way as he keeps hitting your sweet spot that has you moaning like a whore and you feel your orgasm approaching.
“Keep screaming my name. Who’s making you feel this good?” He hisses in your ear, thrusting erratically. “You daddy! You! Seungcheol! Please, I’m gonna cum!” You mewl.
“Oh yeah? So easily? Cum then. Milk my cock dry.” He bites your earlobe as one of his hands reaches down to circle your clit in tight motions making you shudder violently. You feel like you are gonna burst and you do actually. The coil in your belly snaps and with a raw scream of his name you come, pussy spasming erratically. Seungcheol hisses on top of you as he feels your arousal coat him but continues his ruthless pace, his thrusts so deep the bed shakes.
He’s merciless, continuing his torture on your clit even after you come and oversensitivity settles. “Seungcheol, please…” You gasp, unsure what you are even begging for. “One more. You can do one more,” he huffs before whispering, “Where do you want me to come baby?” He pants, hands rubbing your clit tirelessly.
“Inside! C-come in me, daddy!” You’re delirious, the thought of him filling you up sends your body into overdrive as he pinches your clit, making you come once more with a scream of his name. The orgasm ripples through you like tsunami waves, shaking your whole body and making your toes curl as your fingernails dig into his back. He comes with you, warm spurts of his seed filling you up continuously, so much that some of it leak out. The warm feeling of his release inside your pussy and his sweet sucking on your neck is the last thing you remember before passing out.
When you return to earth it’s morning and your whole body hurts. The sun filters through the silk curtains, making you squint as you struggle to sit up. The ache between your legs is ever present, making the memories of last night flood back in. At that thought, you look around the room only to see no signs of Seungcheol. Is he gone for a meeting? The bedside clock reads 9:05 am.
Damn, how long have you been passed out for? You didn’t even have dinner last night. At the thought of food, your stomach growls and you scramble to get out of bed, awkwardly moving your legs after the treatment Seungcheol gave to your pussy last night. The thought has you feeling flustered as you pad outside of the bedroom and find Seungcheol sitting on one of the dining chairs, a newspaper in his hands.
A soft gasp leaves you as you didn’t expect to see him. He looks up and the corners of his lips turn upward just slightly, “Hello there. Good morning.”
“G-good morning,” you fumble with the hem of your (his) shirt as you stand there awkwardly, face and neck heating up with embarrassment. “Sleep well?” He asks, his tone almost teasing and you nod shyly. “Good.” He folds the newspaper and stands up, fixing his t-shirt. “Take some medicine. I’m sure it hurts. Was I too rough last night? You literally passed out on me.” Refusing to meet his eyes, you only shake your head no and mumble out an apology. He steps towards you and lifts your face up with a finger. “Don’t be. Did you have a good time?” The sincerity and integrity on his face steal your breath away. “Y-yes, thank you.” You breathe, hypnotized by his eyes. He nods and steps back, announcing. “Have breakfast and get ready. We’re gonna go for sightseeing today.”
“Oh? You don’t have any meetings?” You can’t hide the astonishment in your tone.
“No. We’re in Paris baby. And it’s your first time. It’s a shame if we leave just like this.” He says as he puts on his watch. “I’ll be downstairs. Take your time.” He sends a smile your way before stepping out of the suite and despite the ache all over your body you move around quickly, excitement bubbling over.
The day is spent driving around in Seungcheol’s Porsche as he takes you to visit museums, cafes, stores and whatnot. You return home in the evening with hands full of bags from luxury brands and tonight you two crash into bed early, both of you exhausted from running around all day. Tonight you sleep next to him and he doesn’t comment on it, probably because he passes out the second he lies down and soon you do too.
After an early flight the next day, you return home with too many gifts and unforgettable memories and a fat wad of cash in your bank account. Then you fall back into your daily routine, morning at the diner then attending the flower decoration class and then back to home. Seungcheol seems to have fallen into his busy routine too as he hasn’t asked you to come over for the past week and the texts from him have been short and simple. Though his lack of attention hurts you a little bit, you push that feeling down and go on with your life. Seungcheol had suggested to you some plots for your shop and you start looking into them, deciding on which would be the best for you.
One Thursday after your flower decoration classes, you text Seungcheol, asking if you can meet him. It has been a while since you saw him physically and can’t stop yourself from reaching out to him first. When his text says he’s free in the evening, you bounce up and down with giddiness.
You arrive at his penthouse a little after 8. Seungcheol opens the door soon after you ring the bell, his hair damp and you can tell he’s fresh out of the shower. He smells so good, fresh and minty and you have to stop yourself from hugging him. In the back of your mind, you wonder how great it’d be if he was your boyfriend.
Get it together.
Smiling from ear to ear you greet him. “Hi! I hope I’m not disturbing.”
“No, it’s fine. Come in.” He steps away as you walk inside and get rid of your coat.
“Would you like some wine? I’ve asked the chef to prepare dinner for us.”
“Oh, sure. And you didn’t have to do that,” you say bashfully as you sit on one of the breakfast stools and rest your hands on the marble countertop. You watch as Seungcheol moves around the kitchen, the thin t-shirt not really hiding his buff figure. His biceps flex as he unscrews the wine bottle and you swallow. He looks more muscular than the last time you saw him and you wonder if your mind is playing tricks on you.
Sliding a glass of wine towards you he sits on the opposite stool, brushing a hand through his hair and fluffing it. “How have you been? I’ve been really busy the past week.”
“Yeah, I’m doing good. My flower decorating lessons are almost over.” You take a sip of the cool drink.
“Good. Have you looked into the plots I suggested?” He takes a sip of his wine. For a distracted moment, you gape at his jawline and how his adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. “Uhm, y-yeah. They’re all really nice.” You whisper, looking away. He nods, finishing his wine. “Take your time. When you decide on one let me know. I’ll take care of your paperwork.”
“Thank you,” you smile before reaching for your bag that sits beside you. From inside you pull out your gift for him, which is the main reason you wanted to see him today. “This is for you. I made this today,” you whisper shyly as you push the bouquet of dried flowers towards him. They are a combination of dried pink and red camellias, white clovers and red roses, all tied together with a white satin ribbon. Seungcheol raises a surprised brow at the present as he takes it in his hand and examines it.
“They are dried flowers. They’ll last forever, you know. You don’t have to take care of them.” You explain nervously.
You shouldn’t really be giving this gift to him. Last forever? Why would he want to keep something from you forever? You have let your emotions get the best of you. You want him to have something that’ll remind you of him after all this is over; that is if he actually keeps this stupid gift. Chewing on your lower lip, you watch him anxiously, hoping he’ll be blind enough and just accept it as a simple gift.
“Thanks. They are beautiful,” he comments, setting the flowers down on the counter and you let out a breath of relief.
That night after dinner and too many glasses of wine you end up in Seungcheol’s bed where he claims you as his own, all over again. You scream his name on the top of your lungs and by the time dawn rolls around, you’re passed out completely. When you wake up in the morning, you find yourself alone in his large bed and a note resting on the bedside table, telling you that there is breakfast if you want and to check your bank account.
Sure enough, there is another new load of cash when you open your banking app, the amount staring back at you almost tauntingly. Accepting money from him has started to become harder and harder and you know very well you won’t be able to continue this for long. You also know very well that Seungcheol will let you go without any questions asked but that’s the problem. You want to stay. With him. Even if this is the way you can. You always end up feeling cheap and filthy at the end but you don’t have anyone to blame but yourself.
A couple of days later you accompany Seungcheol to yet another evening party, dressed in a teal gown and pearls in your neck and ears. It is boring like every other party and Seungcheol seems to feel it too. He sticks by your side mostly instead of entertaining his business partners who, you have noticed, does a poor job of keeping their lusty eyes off of you. You have overheard one particular Mr. Wang asking Seungcheol about you and if he’s willing to share. The look Seungcheol sent his way made him look like he was about to piss his pants and after threatening to cut off all business ties with him, Seungcheol stuck by your side and hasn’t left since.
“Should we just leave? Let’s eat at my place. We can order whatever you like.” Seungcheol offers and you are quick to agree. Getting to be with Seungcheol alone is something you can never refuse. Especially if that means you can leave this dull party.
And so you head home with him, picking up dinner on the way which you share over a nice bottle of Dom Perignon. He talks about his upcoming plans and you talk about your schedules regarding your shop as you finish dinner. Then the conversation dulls down as you both enjoy the wine in comfortable silence.
You sip on the drink and take your sweet time watching his beautiful profile, burning the image deep into your memory. From his thick brows to his long lashes, his structured nose and his plump pink lips and his adam’s apple, you ingrain every detail into your mind.
Maybe it’s the overflowing amount of alcohol in your blood or the fact that you are deeply, madly in love with him which you once again realized, that you speak the words. “You’re such a great person, Seungcheol. Whoever you marry is gonna be so lucky.” Half of you can’t believe you said that out loud and how utterly smitten you sounded.
He stares at you for a moment, contemplating your words before responding, “Thank you, ____. But I don’t think that’ll happen anytime soon, if ever.”
“Why not?” You whisper, tracing the rim of the wine glass with your fingertips. The fact that he once again is denying any thoughts of marriage or love hurting you. “You’re such an amazing person. You’re smart, talented, passionate, hard-working-”
“Yeah but that all gets dumped by the amount I make.” Seungcheol frowns. “At the end of the day, money and power is everything, is it not? If there’s a scope to get even more of that, they leave, no matter how passionateorsmartyou are.” His tone sounds mocking, almost.
“Not everyone is like that,” you remark, even though you feel like a hypocrite. The relationship you have with him is solely based on money. Sure you said yes to being his sugar baby because you were in need but also because you always found him attractive, not because of his money, just because of him. And he sure as hell wouldn’t just date you in a normal way so to get a taste of him, to get a touch of a luxury like him, you said yes because that’s the only way someone like you can have someone like him nearby. “There are people out there who will love you just because of you. Not because of your money or anything else.”
He raises a brow at you, almost challengingly, probably indicating your relationship with him. You can’t help but cringe in your seat.
“Hmm, I doubt that. Take my father for an example. He was whipped for my mother. At first, he thought she loved him equally, maybe she did but it’d all change after I was born. She’d be too busy for us, for me, always outside, shopping and splurging and meeting men half her age. But even after all that my father forgave her, didn’t push her away. And that angers me more. Why would he do that to himself? It doesn’t make any sense. My mother used him.”
At the mention of his mother, your mind brings up the images of her at their charity event, her bubbly and outgoing persona dominating the crowd. She wasn’t like how you expected someone her age to be but she didn’t seem like a neglectful or a bad person either. But who can say how what happens behind closed doors.
“That doesn’t mean you will end up like that too.” Is all you can whisper, hoping to bring him some solace.
“You sound awfully sure and I’m not sure if I like that.” His eyes narrow on you as his demeanor starts to change. His voice turns cold and you feel like there’s suddenly a wall between the two of you. But your alcohol riddled brain keeps going on, “Maybe I am. Because it is true. Everyone’s lives are different. You may not end up like your father. You just need to open your heart-”
“You should stop,” he interrupts you, his icy stare boring into you. You watch him like a lost puppy as he abruptly stands up, to leave this conversation you assume. You do too but not for the same cause.
“Why are you so stubborn!” You can’t stop yourself from accusing him. You sound desperate and pathetic and hopeless even to your own ears but you continue. “Don’t you see what an amazing man you are? That there are many who’ll kill to be by your side not because of the baggage that comes with you but simply because you are a wonderful person! Why do you keep doing this to yourself? Why do you deny yourself the happiness you deserve?” You’re yelling at this point, tears brimming in your eyes as you two face each other. His eyes blaze with anger and you can literally see him fuming when he hollers, “Remind me since when my business became yourconcern!”
You scowl at him, clenching your fists, anger seeping into your veins. This is so stupid. You hate how desperate you are and you hate how right he is. This truly is none of your business. Seungcheol seethes, “If we are to continue this relationship then you need to know your place. Otherwise, it’s better if we just part ways.”
A tear streaks down your cheek as you feel this aching void starting to form in your heart. You find yourself whispering, “I am in love with you, Seungcheol. I just…love you.”
His eyes widen, alarmingly. There’s a look of disbelief on his face. He almost looks betrayed, like you did the worst possible thing to him. Considering how he despises love, that is probably true. In silence, you two stare at each other as you wait for him to say something, do something. He clenches his jaw and then rakes his hand through his hair frustratedly before blowing out a loud breath.
“I think you should leave ____.” His voice is quiet, extremely so. It’s barely audible but you hear it loud and clear. His eyes lack any emotion and you know he has once again put up his walls, like many times before. Still, you stand immobile in your spot for a while, soaking up his words, the realization that this is over for good washing over you.
He’s done with you and now he’s showing you out the door. And you can’t do anything to protest. You’ve lost your voice. So with one last longing look at his beautiful face, you grab your purse and coat with a shaking hand and carry your slumping body towards his door. He doesn’t say anything, do anything and you don’t look back, channeling all your energy into getting out of here instead of collapsing in front of him
As soon as you step out of his building a gust of cold air hits you on the face. You stand there in silence, letting the cold wind numb your face, the same feeling blooming in your heart. You shiver slightly as you stand like a statue, staring hard at the ground. The past few months that you have spent with Seungcheol wash over you like huge tsunami waves and you feel overwhelmed and pathetic and broken. You are wrung out of your self pity when you feel droplets of water fall on your head. Lo
genre ➳ roomates au, fluff, pwp, humour, roomates to lovers.
pairing ➳ roomate!Mingyu x female!reader
warnings ➳ profanities, too much domesticity even tho they ain’t dating, lots of awkward convos? yn is horny af, pinning, kissing, an underwear thief , male masturbation, yn spies on him , size kinkkk, dom!Gyu, panty sniffing, fingering, dirty talk, female oral, massive dicc mingyu, titty sucking, marking, unprotected sex(don’t do this irl), virgin sex(surprise?), multiple orgasms, creampie, aftercare.
word count ➳ 6.8k
synopsis➳without much options left on your hands, you become Mingyu’s roommate. things take a wild turn after a few weeks.
A/N: This was supposed to come out on the 6th but we all know the news regarding wonwoo(may his mom rip) so it was only right to postpone it. A late happy birthday to dear Mingyu. Ik the banner is shitty so let’s just ignore it. As always, let me know your thoughts and I’ll retire to my penthouse in hell <3.
“I mean it’s the opportunity of a lifetime man. Why are you hesitating?” Seokmin groans in frustration from beside as you sit and stare at the cafeteria table as if burning holes into it will bring you answers.
“I know it is!” You cry. “I just— I don’t know…I’ve never lived with a guy before. What if he’s messy? What if he doesn’t clean up after himself? What if he stinks?”
Jeonghan sighs exhaustedly from opposite you, rubbing his hand frustratedly over his face. “Everyone on this campus knows how clean and neat Mingyu keeps his house! Is that really your concern?”
No, it actually isn’t.
The concern is that you have a teeny tiny crush on Kim Mingyu. And you’re not sure if rooming with him will help this fleeting feeling. But it’s also true that you’ve never been roommates with a guy before. You’ve lived by yourself ever since you got into college no matter how much your parents forbade you. It was until last week that your landlord abruptly announced that he was going to sell the whole building, giving you two weeks to pack your things and move out.
It doesn’t help that it’s the middle of the senior year and all the dorms are completely booked. It will take months to get an empty room if you are lucky. And the prices of one-bedroom apartments, even studio apartments near your campus are astonishingly high and way out of the budget for a college student with limited funds like you. So when Jeonghan announces that Mingyu has a spare room in his apartment and doesn’t mind a roommate, in fact, is looking for one, the idea definitely tempts you. But your feelings make you think twice.
What if he’s noisy? What if he brings a different girl over each night? It is no news how the whole campus crushes on Mingyu’s extremely blessed visuals, height, body, mannerisms— the list will go on. Everybody, including you, agrees that they’ve never seen a person as perfect as him. Which makes it all harder to share a house with him.
But you don’t have the luxury to ponder over it because you have about five days until your stupid landlord kicks you out. The best option you have now is to stay with Mingyu until you’ve found another solution.
“You know you’re lucky.” Seungkwan pouts, sipping on his iced americano. “Mingyu’s house is one hell of a place, trust me. And you get to stay there paying half the rent. I’m jealous of you. I lived there so you can take my word. I can’t believe that beanpole kicked me out just because I left tangerine peels on the coffee table once.” He mutters under his breath, making Jeonghan roll his eyes. “That was because you didn’t pay rent, idiot.”
The younger man glares at him, pinching his arm as Jeonghan groans in pain, making you roll your eyes at their antics.
“You know what,” you sigh, finally arriving at a conclusion. “I’ll take the offer.”
-
Sharing a house with Mingyu proves to be an extreme sport. The sport being ‘try not to fall for the husband material of a man he is.’
Like, the man is the epitome of perfect. It has been a little less than a month since you’ve moved in and the way Mingyu has been treating you is definitely not good for your heart. You thought they didn’t make guys like this anymore but here he is, respectful, polite, neat and handsome as fuck.
The day you moved in, you had arrived to see his apartment clean and pristine, not a speck of dust anywhere as you marveled at how beautiful the place was. It was sleek, modern and spacious; something very few college students got, especially with the amount of money you agreed to pay. He later told you the landlord is a close friend of his family so he offered this place to them at a minimum price.
Mingyu had settled in the master bedroom so you took the second spare bedroom without hesitation. Though your room is a bit smaller than his, it’s still spacious, having enough room to fit all your stuff that you brought in two pieces of luggage.
Mingyu had some ground rules established and you were more than happy to follow them. Clean after yourself, do not enter each other’s room without permission, if you’re having people over let your roommate know beforehand. These are no issues; you are actually glad because you hold the same mindset and it sets boundaries.
The issue, however, is the way Mingyu walks around the house half naked. You were first blessed (tortured) with the sight one morning, on a weekend, when you had just woke up and stumbled into the kitchen looking like a little gremlin to make yourself a coffee. As you downed a glass of water, he appeared from his room, only clad in a pair of grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The sight of Mingyu’s perfectly sculpted, taut chest and biceps made you choke on the water as he rushed closer to you, asking what was wrong with a worried look on his face. You literally ran from him, seeking refuge in your room where you stayed locked up all day to recover from the harrowing memory.
Another issue is how kind and helpful he is, diving the chores evenly, cooking every night, helping you with your papers whenever you were stuck, helping you reach the top shelves when you were looking for something.
Right.
It was no news how tall he was but whenever he’d appear next to you, you would feel like a microorganism, his immensely bulky form towering over you. He didn’t hesitate to tease you, making harmless jokes about how tiny you are which sent your heart racing and face burning.
Maybe the only imperfect thing about him was his clumsiness but honestly, you find it endearing. It makes you adore him even more; how he completely forgets how giant he is and bumps into things, how he often drops utensils while cooking and then picks them up with a sheepish smile. It all makes your heart race.
Your roommate, Kim Mingyu, his simple existence makes your heart race.
Like right now, as you watch him stir fry the shrimp for the fried rice he’s making, wearing a sleeveless tee that shows off his ungodly thick biceps. You are supposed to be studying, your laptop and notes sprawled out on the coffee table but your eyes keep wandering over to him, how his biceps bulge whenever he grips the pan as he hums a tune, too lost in his own head to notice your stare. Swallowing, you reach for your water bottle beside you for the nth time, trying to quench the thirst that water will not satisfy. You wonder how it’d feel to be wrapped around those humongous arms and you desperately wish he’d just pick you up and throw y—
“You’re not hungry yet are you?” He suddenly questions, making your eyes widen as you snap out of your thoughts and quickly avert your eyes like he can read the scandalous thoughts going through your mind. “Um- n-no. No, I’m not.”
He smiles, “Good. I’m planning on making some stir fried tofu. Your favorite.”
“Thanks, Mingyu.” You offer him a kind smile, trying not to stare at his arms or broad shoulders as he busies himself again.
That night, long after you have gone to bed, you toss and turn, trying hard to sleep which never comes. Your body is tired but your mind isn’t, probably because you are still thinking about how much you want to be dicked down by Mingyu.
When you realize you won’t be able to sleep this way, you get out of bed and pad towards the dining room to get yourself a cool glass of water. You don’t bother turning on the light as there is sufficient light coming not only from the outside but also from the small led bulb above the kitchen counter.
As you gulp down the cool liquid, a tiny sliver of light catches your attention and you realize it’s coming from Mingyu’s bedroom. It’s nearly one am but Mingyu has a habit of staying up late and finishing his work, so it doesn’t come across as a surprise. However, as you set the glass down and start heading back to your room, a noise alerts you, making you stop in your tracks.
You remain still, holding your breath and focusing on the sound which doesn’t return for a while. Just when you’re about to decide you heard wrong, it floats through again and you hear it clearly this time.
A moan. A deep, throaty moan.
Shit.
Your eyes widen as you realize what that must mean. A civil, well-mannered person would ignore it and give him his privacy but you’re none of that so you start tiptoeing towards Mingyu’s room. All types of thoughts race through your mind. Did he bring a girl home? But he didn’t mention anything and neither did he go outside. This leaves one possibility: he’s pleasuring himself.
As you stand right by his door, your ears on alert, the sounds become much clearer and you rub your thighs subconsciously. The little gap between the door and the doorframe is not enough to see what’s inside so you take a deep breath and decide: fuck it.
Without much thinking, your shaky hands move, praying he doesn’t notice as you push the door ever so slightly as it creates barely a one-inch gap. Small but enough for you to peek in. Which you do.
Mingyu lies in his bed, his back resting against a bunch of pillows as half lays there. But that is not the cause of your concern. The issue is how he’s half naked, his pajamas bunched around his knees as his cock stands up proudly. Eyes closed tightly in bliss, his hand fists around the flesh of this length, up and down repeatedly as soft grunts slip from his lips.
Your throat dries up.
But you have yet to see, you realize, as your eyes shift over to his other hand in which lies a small piece of clothing. With your life in your hands, you move even closer to the door and squint, holding your breath. When he shifts and opens his fist, you realize what the material is.
It’s your underwear.
Your. Underwear.
It’s your favorite lilac purple underwear with lace seams. The one that went missing a couple of days ago. You thought you had somehow misplaced it but looks like you are wrong because your roommate has it.
But that’s not the concern.
Mingyu is jerking off to your fucking underwear.
What the actual fuck?
And there’s more in store for you as Mingyu’s hands move to bring your panty towards his face and absolutely mortified, you watch with bated breath as he holds it over his nose and takes a deep inhale.
Your legs nearly give up.
Like a shameless, horny bitch you stay rooted to your spot and watch as Mingyu’s moans increase in pitch, his hands moving faster on his cock, eyes tightly shut and your panties on his face. The erotic sight has your pussy leaking.
It is the epitome of filth and sin. Nothing can company to how vulgar yet erotic this feels. Half of you just want to barge in and jump on top of him, make him help you with the ache between your legs while the other half wants to run to the north pole, never wanting to face this man again.
A particular deep groan jolts you out of your head as you watch your roommate reach his climax, his deep moans echoing in your ears as his body slightly arches off the bed, thick spurts of cum flying out of his large cock.
And then silence.
Mingyu lays on his bed, a hand over his head as he catches his breath while you do so on the other side of the door. It’s like you’ve run a marathon. Beads of sweat shine on your forehead as your heart rings loudly in your ears, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your core.
You need to leave now if you don’t want to get caught snooping.
The little sensible part of your brain hisses at you, making your feet move as you carefully, shakily, tiptoe back into your room, your throat now dryer than it originally was.
-
For the next few days, you avoid Mingyu like plague. You know how crazy you look, how obvious it is but you can’t help how your mind displays the sight of his naked body whenever you see his face and how your pussy starts throbbing. At first, Mingyu brushed it off but now he looks at you with concern and you feel extremely bad.
But what do you say to him?
Hey, I snooped on you like a creep as you jerked off and also, do you mind returning my favorite panties?
“_____?” Mingyu snaps his fingers in front of your as you blink and look at him, realizing he’s been calling you for a while. “You okay?”
“Uhm- yep!” You manage the fakest smile. Mingyu’s face falls, “Stop lying. You’ve been so weird the past few days. Did I do something wrong?”
Oh god.
“No! No, not at all,” you immediately clarify, feeling guilty. “I just—” you stare helplessly at his face. “I just have a lot on my mind right now.” You whisper making him sigh.
He says nothing for a while and you expect him to scold you or something but he just says. “Okay. How about a movie tonight? It’ll help you get your mind off of the things you’re so worried about.”
The expectant and puppy-eyed look he gives you breaks your heart and you know you’d rather die than say no to that face. So you let out a defeated sigh and grit your teeth. “Okay.”
“Great!” He grins excitedly. “I’ll make some pasta! You can choose the movie!”
-
It’s nine pm when you two sit down with your food and start the movie. It’s a studio Ghibli movie, one you’ve watched many times but you don’t mind watching a few times more. You two sit on the couch, maintaining a certain distance from each other, watching the TV screen in silence as you stuff your face full of the pasta. Like always, Mingyu’s cooking is exceptional and you devour the food within the first ten minutes. All this thinking and worrying had you starving the entire day. As you refill your plate Mingyu gives you a happy smile seeing you enjoy his cooking.
Ten more minutes later your belly is full and your plate is clean like Mingyu’s and you two sip the red wine in silence. You haven’t been able to pay much attention to the movie, instead, feeling hyperaware of his proximity and how you can smell a faint whiff of his musky scent.
It does things to you.
Veryvery bad things.
Shifting in your seat, you try to push those thoughts away but they come back in stronger, bigger waves, making you want to bang your head against the wall in frustration. There’s no way you can live like this. You’ll go crazy or die from a heart attack.
Huffing, you chew on your lower lip and try to concentrate on the movie playing, your eyebrows unknowingly shaping into a frown which Mingyu seems to notice.
“You okay?” He asks making you blink a few times. “Do you feel sick or something?” He questions, genuinely concerned. You sigh, rubbing your temples and murmuring a 'no’ which doesn’t do much to convince Mingyu as you can feel his stare burning into your skin.
An awkward, tensed silence settles as the volume from the TV fades into the background due to the stillness in the air while you try to avoid Mingyu’s gaze and focus hard on the floor. But you can only do that for so long before growing restless. So, without much thinking, you throw caution in the air and meet his eyes.
“Have you…by any chance seen my underwear? It’s lilac in color. I can’t seem to find it.” Half of you feel unequivocally mortified at how bluntly you asked the question while the other half patiently waits for his answer, eyeing his reaction carefully.
And it is something that you expected. A tiny hint of red appears in his ears as he watches you with wide eyes, stuttering, “I- um, n-no I haven’t. I- I’ll keep an eye out though.”
Disappointed, you only nod, “Okay.”
“Is that what has been bothering you all day?” He asks tentatively.
“What? No!” Now it’s your turn to feel embarrassed. “I just- I just suddenly remembered it…”
“I see.” He watches you cautiously for a few beats before setting his eyes back on the TV screen. Out of the corner of your eye, you take a look at him and you realize he is thinking hard. Unlike before, there’s a little frown on his face, his focus not on the movie but somewhere deep in his thoughts.
You desperately wish he’d make a move, say something, do something. It doesn’t make sense for him to jerk off to your underwear unless he feels a special way about you? Or…is this a bad, perverted habit of his? Does he steal any woman’s underwear and jerk off to it?
“Mingyu?” You call for him, the thoughts racing in your head finally exhausting you and paired with the little liquid courage in your blood you ask. “Can be honest with me?”
You don’t miss the look of panic that flashes across his face. “Sure.”
“Do you… do you like me?” It’s embarrassing to say it out loud, so much that you want to cringe into yourself and disappear forever. Maybe he actually doesn’t like you and you are getting ahead of yourself. Now that you’ve laid out all your cards, dread swims through your every vein but there is no going back.
“W-what?” He half chokes.
“Do you like me?” You repeat, voice softer this time, your eyes pleading with him silently to say yes, to assure you that you haven’t made a fool out of yourself. Except he doesn’t say anything but gapes at you like you’ve grown another head on your shoulder. Disappointment starts to settle in your bones but you decide you won’t go down like a coward.
“Because…I like you. I like you…a lot Mingyu.” You whisper, eyes straying from him in shyness.
There. You’ve done it.
You should probably start looking for a new place to live.
“____…” He breathes your name softly, his voice a little shocked as if he didn’t just expect you to say that. Hell, you didn’t expect to say that.
“____,” he starts again, clearing his throat as you mentally prepare yourself for a rejection. You have half a heart to interrupt him and run but you decide to hear him out before doing something more stupid. “I- I like you too. I really like you.”
You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. Waiting for him to say it’s a prank, waiting for you to wake up from this dream because there is no way—
“W-what?” You choke.
Mingyu turns shy under your gaze. “I-…yeah. I like you…too.”
“Why- why didn’t you tell me!” Your voice is incredulous.
“Because I didn’t know that you liked me too!” He defends. “I didn’t want to confess and then make it uncomfortably for you to stay here. I…I don’t know. I just thought you didn’t like me back.”
“I’m literally crazy about you, you know…” You whisper bashfully. “I have had a crush on you since the junior year…like every other girl.”
Mingyu snorts. “Well, I’ve had a crush on you since you moved in. God, you’re just so… adorable. I saw you dancing in the kitchen in those skimpy shorts you wear one morning while making pancakes and…I just fell for you.”
“Oh my god.” You hide your face in your hands in embarrassment making Mingyu laugh. “You saw that!” You whine, embarrassed.
“Yes. I did.” He shuffles closer to you to pry your hands off your face and offers you a sweet smile, one that displays his canines. Your heart starts racing and you have this desperate urge to feel his lips against yours and just thinking about it makes your toes curl. So you whisper, eyes focused on his lips. “Will you kiss me, Mingyu?”
He looks surprised for a second before he grins cockily, “With pleasure,” and then captures your lips in a kiss. They melt against his soft flesh perfectly as he takes his sweet time, kissing you softly, passionately while his other hand cups your jawline to tilt your head.
Soft sighs of pleasure release from your lips as your hands bunch the fabric of his t-shirt in a tight grip. Mingyu pulls back for a second, locking his eyes with yours and the desire blazing in them has you embarrassingly wet. Desperate to feel him again you dive back in for another kiss, this one stronger and needier as you chase his tongue in desperate motions. His tongue wraps around yours, waltzing together and the sheer messiness of the act, the subtle taste of wine on his lips, the string of saliva connecting from your tongue to his, all have you desperately rutting on the couch. This is your wildest dream and it is coming true.
“Mingyu…” You pant. “I n-need you.”
He smirks. “You do baby? Where?” He softly trails his lips on your cheek before they hover over your ear. “Where does my pretty roommate need me?” He whispers, his hot breath tickling your ear, making you whine softly. “I-inside me.”
He hums, satisfied, grabbing a little flesh of your neck between his teeth and sucking. “Then let’s take this to the bedroom shall we?” He doesn’t wait for your reply, instead latches his arms underneath the back of your thighs and lifts you, his feet quickly moving towards his bedroom where he drops you on the bed rather unceremoniously, hastily starting to take off his tee.
Biting your lip, you watch him with dilated pupils and bated breath as his sculpted figure comes into view. He’s extremely large and bulky, in all the right places which does not come to you as a surprise because you know how much of a gym rat he is. But seeing his protruding, firm muscles without any barrier for the first time has your throat dry, pussy wet and size kink shooting up the roof.
You really want him to throw you around like a fucking ball.
Mingyu watches you watching him hungrily and with a cocky smirk, he lets you enjoy the view for a while before he reaches for your shirt. “Let’s take this off, hmm?” You can only nod as you help him with the act and as soon as your top half is bare, his lips lock with yours once more, his hands traveling towards your breasts to cup them in his palm gently. Your body arches, moving towards his touch as he hums in satisfaction, massaging your soft flesh and kneading them in his large hands. When he’s had enough of your lips, his mouth ventures downwards, following the column of your neck and then your collarbone before stopping on your tits. He latches his mouth around a nipple and sucks hard, not breaking eye contact with you as you let out a high pitched moan.
“Aghhh!”
Seeing your response, he sucks harder before softly nipping around the sensitive bud and then moving onto your other breast, doing the same. Your hands tangle in his hair as you hold him against you, hooded eyes watching him devour you like you’re his last meal.
When he’s done marking your chest, he pulls back to watch your heated face; your hair a mess, temples coated with a sheen of perspiration, struggling to catch your breath before his hands work on removing your leggings. He tugs them off at once and the grin displaying on his face lets you know just how excited he is to see you clothed just in your panties. He inches his face towards your thigh where he presses soft slow kisses before tugging the flesh between his teeth. His lips move from the top of your thighs to your inner thighs where he increases the intensity of his ministrations before finally stopping on your clothed core. Taking a quick peek at your face and holding your gaze he traces his lips over the fabric of your underwear as arousal seeps from your core. His hands skim over your legs, his fingertips leaving tinglings in their wake before they reach to tug your panties.
“Wait- uhm!” You suddenly stop him, a thought occurring to you, voice shaky for no particular reason. Mingyu’s brows furrow in concern as he retracts his hands but you quickly reach for them and whisper. “Uhm…just be gentle. This is…my first time.”
His eyes widen like saucers making you cringe. Did you ruin the mood? Is he going to laugh at you? Unable to withstand his stare you hide your face in your hands, murmuring. “Don’t look at me like that.” Your voice is meek.
He clears his throat. “No! Uhm- I’m just surprised.” He murmurs. “I mean, you’re so hot and I thought…I don’t know…” His voice fades as you take a peek at him through your fingers and you can see a blush coating his face. How can a man be so adorable and hot at the same time?
“You think I’m hot?” You can’t help but tease.
“You’re realizing that now?” He rolls his eyes. “Of course you’re hot.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing ever. There’s a small moment of silence as you fidget, waiting for him to say or do something as you feel something unsaid hanging in the air. “Well…” He scratches the back of his head. “If it makes you feel any better, this is my first time too.”
Your jaw hits the floor.
No way.
There is no way Kim Mingyu—
“You’re kidding.”
“Wish I was.”
His solemn and somewhat embarrassed look tells you he’s fully serious and let out a small, unceremonious noise of shock.
“I can’t believe you haven’t stuck your dick in something yet.” You murmur, voice laced with disbelief as you gape at him. He flinches at your words. “That’s one way to put it. I just— I don’t know. It just didn’t happen. I was this close though one time. Like, my pants were literally off and so was this girl’s but just as we were about to start her brother barged in—”
“Oh.” You interrupt, not really interested in hearing his failed attempt at having sex.
“Yeah, you get the point.” He mumbles, cheeks tinted pink. “Can we…return to what we were doing?”
“Y-yeah. Sure.” You chuckle breathily, the tingling sensation returning on your skin. Mingyu smiles as he shuffles closer to you and presses a soft, reassuring kiss on your lips. “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.” You nod mindlessly as you hum and chase his lips, his addictive taste leaving you craving for more. So once again your lips tangle in a messy kiss and your hand hovers over the waistband of his shorts. Bravely, you tug at them and it captures Mingyu’s attention as he retracts his lips from yours and gives you a lazy smile. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
“Please.” You only beg.
He chuckles softly, a look of adoration on his face as he gives your cheek a peck that makes your heart dance happily. “All in good time, my love. Let’s get you prepared first.”
You swallow, watching him take off your panties which now have a damp spot in them and toss it behind him. His eyes stay glued to your core and you’re about to close your legs out of embarrassment when he grabs your thighs and pulls them apart. “Be a good girl.” His eyes shine dangerously, his gravelly voice going straight to your pussy and you have half a heart to just jump on his dick.
Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he pops a couple of his digits into his mouth, making a show of licking them which makes you lick your dry lips. Once his fingers are covered in his spit he moves them towards your pussy, gently stroking your lips, eyes never leaving yours, looking out for any signs of discomfort. “Tell me if it hurts.” He murmurs softly rubbing your entrance before inserting one finger inside and immediately you fall back on the bed, a low groan leaving you.
“Good?” He asks.
“Mhmm. S-so good.” You sigh, bunching his sheets in your hands. Humming, Mingyu inserts a second finger before starting to move the two digits in tandem, curling them inside you and stretching your walls slowly. You continue to moan loudly, the feel of his fingers inside your velvety walls driving you mad. His name slips from your lips in lustful pants as he continues scissoring his fingers inside you, sometimes locking his eyes with you, giving you a look that tells you he wants to eat you alive.
Once you adjust to two fingers inside you, he pushes in a third, increasing his pace so much that you feel dizzy and taste your orgasm. “M-mingyu…make me come… please.”
“I will.” He promises before attaching his lips to your clit. “Fuck!” You scream as his lips come in contact with your swollen bud, legs thrashing around him. He flicks his tongue around your clit while working his fingers inside you and when he decides to pull the sensitive flesh of your clit between his teeth, your orgasm crashes you. Toes curling, you let out a wail as you feel the pleasure coarse through your veins, only intensified by his relentless sucking on your clit.
When you can’t take anymore, you half-heartedly try to pry him off of you. “Mingyu… I can’t.” He only hums, giving your clit one long suck before pulling back and sitting on his knees, a proud smile on his face, lips coated with your arousal.
He pushes his fingers inside your mouth, making you taste yourself and feel his fingers deep inside your wet cavern. You moan around his digits, the dark look in his eyes setting sparks throughout your body. Once his fingers are clean he pulls you upwards, meeting your lips in a messy kiss. He devours your face, your teeth and tongue clashing and you moan as you taste yourself on his tongue. His boner pokes into your lower belly, distracting you as you pull back from the kiss to take a look at him.
There’s a tent on his boxers and you can see the clear outline of his thick length which sends shivers down your spine. Instinctively, your hands reach for his member, softly rubbing the sensitive flesh as he lets out a hiss of pleasure.
“Can I fuck you raw?” His blunt, abrupt question leaves you flustered.
“I was hoping you’d do that.”
“Fuck, really?” He groans, closing his eyes for a second. “You’re perfect, you know. And don’t worry, I’m clean.”
“Me too,” you whisper, stealing another kiss from him. “Now t-take this off please.” You whisper. He only smiles sinisterly, pushing you back onto the bed. As you get comfortable against the pillows he shuffles and pries the clothing from his hips, never breaking eye contact with you. You try, really try to hold his gaze but you can’t, your eyes shifting over to the monster between his legs and you suck in a sharp breath. “F-fuck. It’s huge.” You blurt out.
The smuggest look settles on his face as he watches you, a predatory glint in his eyes. “I’ll make sure it fits, love.” He promises and you swallow in anticipation and nervousness. Crawling over to you in slow yet confident movements, he traps you underneath him with his thick arms— literally the size of your face, planting them on both sides of your head as his large, solid chest hovers over yours, his face mere inches away from yours, not quite touching but close enough to feel his breath and you are now more aroused than ever. His sheer size and how he manages to make you feel small and helpless have you mewling. “M-mingyu hurry, n-need you.” Your arms snake around his lower back, pulling him close, his dick brushing on your stomach.
“And here I thought you wanted me to be gentle.” He teases with a smile, leaning down to kiss your jawline before moving back and sitting on the balls of his feet as he spits on his fingers and brings them to lube his cock. Throat parched, you watch him like an eager kid, waiting for her candy.
He teases you as he fists his length and brings it closer to your core, tapping on your sensitive clit but not giving you what you need. Whining, your hips move forward to him, trying to chase his length. “Mingyu!”
He grins amusedly, before finally lining up his length with your pussy and whispers. “Let me know if it hurts, hmm?”
You nod eagerly, sinking your fingers into his broad back, preparing yourself for the stretch. Giving you a reassuring look, Mingyu pushes in and it’s heaven and hell and the same time as the pain of being stretched flickers through your body before you feel the pleasure.
“Fuck!” You scream and he’s just a few inches in. The feeling is overwhelming, pleasurably so, that you don’t know what to do with it. “Fuck fuck fuck-” you keep chanting as Mingyu breathes harshly above you. “You okay?”
“Y-yes. Keep going. S-slow.”
And so he does, pushing himself in, inch by inch and every time you think he’s fully inside he keeps on pushing. Finally, he stops and you can almost feel him inside your belly, your velvety walls stretched to their limits in the most pleasurable ways.
“So fucking tight.” Mingyu hisses as if he’s in pain. Your arms wrap themselves tighter around him, pulling him closer as you needily attach your lips to his. He kisses you softly, careful not to move inside you, one of his hands coming up to play with your breast as a distraction. You chase his tongue with yours, the feeling of his length inside you bringing you a different kind of high that leaves you needier for him.
“You’re so wet and tight I could just come right now.” The man on top of you breathes, his eyes clouded with lust and need. A weak chuckle leaves your lips and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, sighing. “You can move now, I think.”
Grunting, Mingyu shifts inside you, pulling back fully before thrusting inside you slowly, letting you feel every inch of him. You whine and moan as he builds up his pace, slowly at first until his thrusts hit the most sensitive part inside you in precise movements. His hips snap into you harder as your toes curl and the bed shakes, soft whines of need falling from your mouth.
“God- M-mingyu! You’re so…big.” You pant, glazed eyes watching him with need. He grunts. “Oh yeah? And you’re so fucking small. Makes you want to fuck you till you break, little girl.”
Your pussy clenches deliciously at that. “Please do.”
Mingyu scoffs, amused and aroused at the same time as he continues his ruthless pounding, his mouth coming down to your neck to paint the flesh with love bites. “Didn’t know you had a size kink, love. You’re so nasty I love it.” He whispers near your ear making you shiver.
You want to say me neither but the way he’s drilling his cock into you gives you a hard time forming a cohesive reply. Instead, your fingernails dig deeper into his back and your cries of need keep rising. “You’re gonna come aren’t you? Can feel you tightening around me.” Mingyu pants, his stormy eyes watching you with intent.
“P-please.” You whisper mindlessly. He hums, picking up his pace to the point you feel like the bed is gonna break along with your pussy as his lips hover over your breasts. He drags the plump flesh on your soft mounds, kissing them gently before wrapping his lips around your nipple and toying with it using his tongue. You moan in pleasure, the repeated flicks of his warm, wet tongue on your sensitive bud making you clench around him, a new wave of arousal seeping from your core. It only increases as he softly bites your nipple while one of his large hands moves over to your other breast, groping it and pinching the nipple between his fingers.
“Mingyu!” You cry. “Gonna cum!”
“Do it. Come around my cock. Wanna see you make a mess.” He grunts, latching his mouth on the nipple that was being tortured by his hands and moving it towards your clit. His fingers rub over your swollen nub in circular motions and you feel it. White hot pleasure thrums in your veins as the coil wound tightly in your belly snaps, making your body shake as you teeter over the edge.
Mingyu feels your tight walls spasm around him and he groans. “Fuck, fuck. You’re so tight I’m gonna come.” His fingers don’t stop playing with your clit even through your orgasm, instead brings you closer to another one as you feel it develop in your lower belly.
“Gonna c-come again,” your voice is barely above a whisper, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming amount of pleasure your body is experiencing. Mingyu only hums and softly commands. “Do it. Come with me.”
And you do. Your body almost arches off the bed as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, your body experiencing another toe-curling orgasm. Mingyu comes with you, his warm seed filling you up as you ride your high, only prolonging it further. His eyes are screwed shut as he empties himself inside you and the erotic sight of him lost in pleasure makes you clench around him again even though you are extremely sensitive.
His body slumps, his weight and warmth blanketing you as you both catch your breath, his face buried in your neck. After a few seconds, he seems to realize he’s crushing you with his weight so he pulls out and sags beside you, wasting no time pulling you close. You wince as you feel him drip down your pussy but you’re okay with it, for now, the warmth and comfort of his arms making you forget about everything else.
You simply lie next to him, hearing him breathe, feeling his chest rise and fall, his fingers dancing softly on your hipbone. When you almost doze off, he speaks, his voice gruff.
“How was it? You okay?” He supports his weight on his elbow and peeks a worried look at you. A lazy smile etches onto your face. “It was great. I’m really sore but it’s worth it.”
He chuckles quietly, bringing his lips onto your neck and pressing soft kisses that make you sigh in pleasure. “Mingyu?” You call for him softly, making him look at you. “Did you mean it? When you said you have a crush on me. This isn’t a one-time thing right?”
He looks a little offended. “Of course I meant it. And this definitely isn’t a one-time thing. I don’t think I can ever live without fucking you now.”
You flinch at his crude language but laugh nevertheless. “I could say the same.”
“Good.” He murmurs distractedly, his attention on nuzzling your neck. He seems to have an obsession with that part of your body. “Because there are so many places I want to fuck you against. On top of the list is against a wall.” Your pussy seems to be wide awake and alert at his words as you chide. “Mingyu!”
You feel him smile as he presses a kiss on your forehead and then lies back next to you. “After you’ve recovered of course.”
Humming happily, you wrap your arms around him, your face squishing against his chest. “I really like you, Gyu.” You whisper.
“I really like you too, love, in case you hadn’t figured it out yet.” There’s a hint of teasing in his voice but it’s harmless and you grin like a lovestruck fool. There’s a moment of silence after your confession until you remember something.
“Mingyu?” You peek up at his face. “Hmm?” His eyes meet yours.
“I think you have something to tell me.”
“What?” He blinks, confused. An evil smile crawls onto your face as you speak nonchalantly. “The other day…I saw you jerking off with my panties, you know.”
A look of sheer horror flashes across his eyes before his face turns red. Like he’s been zapped with electricity, he flies away from you and to the other end of his bed, hiding his face in his hands. “Oh my fucking God! I swear I can explain!”
Clutching your belly, you only laugh at his reaction.
Member:Woozi Genre:Drama/maybe angst if you squint Word Count: 2,355
The only way to describe frustration was playing a particularly annoying video game. You make your moves and all goes well until your plan is foiled by the next bigger and stronger enemy. And then comes the final boss, the biggest and strongest enemy, that sends you running, wishing for the previous enemies.
As it turns out, the current situation was just as frustrating.
In the two months since their sudden confession, Jeonghan and Woozi were relentless in their advances. Constantly trying to one-up each other. It was like a bad romance novel.
They would even go as far as stupid gifts, once even competing to see who could get you a bigger bouquet of flowers. You eventually had to intervene and bam them from buying you flowers. Then they moved on to teddy bears.
Needless to say, it was a weird mix of pleasant, and repulsive.
You still saw Jeonghan and Woozi almost as much as you did before they met up with you in that cafe (which, by the way, you tend to avoid, fearing it would bring up weird memories, and then you would have to face the problem all over again).
Eventually, though, things just got awkward.
There was one time that the three of you had gone to the park to feed the ducks. Jeonghan had grabbed your hand, something that wasn’t unnatural before the Great Cafe Event, and you didn’t think anything if it. Woozi noticed, however, and took your other hand, which made it a little difficult to walk on a sidewalk meant for two people. Someone on a bike had to swerve around you, which resulted in them falling. So, like normal people, you all took off running.
Another time, you all wanted to play Overwatch, but they both decided they wanted to be Reaper. There was a huge argument, and while you were perfectly content with your Widowmaker, they yelled in their headsets at each other. You simply muted their mics, and played on your own.
Naturally, you had decided it was easiest to hang out with them separately, which made it almost worse.
It was soon obvious that if you were with one, things would get awkward.And sometimes even weirdly romantic.
Like that time you and Woozi had decided to get take out, and go back to your place to watch a movie.
Dinner had been fine. Well, as fine as it could be with him stealing glances at you and your face heating up every time you caught him. You made silly conversation, and for a while, it almost felt like you had your best friend back. Cleaning up, however, had proven to be…frustrating to say the least.
The dishes were done in almost complete silence. There were random jokes thrown in here and there, of course, but they were half hearted. Your brain was working at double speed, and your heart was just thumping as it saw fit. Your cheeks were warm, and you could feel your hands shaking. He was so close to you.
If only you knew.
Once the dishes were done, you surprised Woozi with some of his favorite ice cream, with your own in the opposite hand. When you sat down next to the giant teddy bear on you couch to watch the movie, Guardians of the Galaxy, it was decided, you found yourself wedged under his right arm, with your side leaning against his, which only made him eating his ice cream difficult.
Which is how you ended up with a big smear of his ice cream across your right cheek.
“Ah, that was cold!” You said and sat up quickly. Woozi looked at your face and laughed. “Stop laughing at me! This is your fault!” You smacked him lightly on the chest. You tried to wipe away the frozen dessert, but apparently missed, because Woozi only laughed harder.
“Here let me help you,” Woozi set down his pint and spoon and turned toward you. When you had done the same, he cupped your face in his hands and started to brush away the chocolate smear, and you focused on his eyes. They were very pretty, you realized for probably the millionth time.
When he was done, he licked the ice cream off of his thumb, and finally noticed you staring at him. He looked right back into your eyes, and then quickly glanced at your lips. Nothing could have prepared you, and yet you were sure that you had been waiting for nothing else, that everything up until now was meant to lead to this. So when he started to lean in, you didn’t stop him.
In fiction, a kiss is usually described as a spark, or an electric shock. It jolts through your body and sets everything on fire. There’s a moment of breathlessness, like the air has been completely torn from your lungs. It’s supposed to be a moment of complete chaos, where one’s heart and mind are sent into a frenzy.
That didn’t happen.
Instead of a spark like you had expected, all you felt was calm. A wave of peace rolled over you, and you realized that you liked kissing him. Nothing felt more serene and more right in that moment. You moved your hands from your lap, winding them in his hair that had recently been dyed black. His own hands hesitated before moving to your waist, which you reassured him by moving ever so slightly closer. He went slow, taking his time. When he moved to lay you on your back, you decided right then and there that there was nothing else you would rather be doing.
When he pulled away, you realized your eyes were closed. When had you closed them? You couldn’t remember. You opened your eyes and found Woozi staring right back at you. You stayed like that for a long time, just staring and catching your breath, before he smiled and let out a light chuckle, which you returned. He dropped his head in between your left shoulder and your neck. You wrapped your arms around his back, and he started to kiss your shoulder.
“Let me up,” you said. He immediately obeyed and helped you sit up. When you stood up to leave, he grabbed your hand to stop you. “Relax, I’m just going to put the ice cream away and get some water.”
After the ice cream was put away, you stood in front of the window and stared outside. A sigh made its way out of your mouth.
“What the hell am I doing?” You whispered to yourself. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest and your breathing quickened. A pair of arms wove themselves around your waist.
“Are you okay?” Woozi asked. He rested his head on top of yours and placed a few kisses along you scalp. You instantly felt calm. You could already feel your heart slow and chest stop heaving.
“Yeah,” you said. “I’ll be fine.”
The rest of the night was spent with you tucked back into his side, his head resting in yours. Occasionally, he would kiss the top of your head, or your cheek. You realized you had never been more content in your life.
But then, of course, came the awkwardness afterward. He texted you, and most times you responded, but as time went on, you were slowly shortening your messages back until you ended up just not texting him altogether. Which only concerned him, so he took matters into his own hands.
He showed up at your house, unannounced, while you were in the middle of cleaning the entire thing, floor to ceiling, to avoid all thoughts of him.
“You’ve stopped answering my texts,” he said before you could even wonder what he was doing there, and let himself in. He made his way to your couch (which, by the way, you were in the middle of cleaning), and sat down right in the middle of it, the smell of fabric fresheners filling the air. You closed the door and turned to face him.
“I’m cleaning,” was all you responded with. He stared at you, not in an angry way, but almost like he was trying to figure you out. Like you were a thousand-piece puzzle waiting to be put together by none other than him.
“You’ve been cleaning for the past two weeks.” It wasn’t a question; more like a challenge. You knew that you were losing the fight before it had begun, and that you were already slipping. You turned to your cleaning supplies and picked them up, carrying them to the kitchen. You set them down on the counter, moving to go back to the living room, only to come face to face with Woozi.
“Jesus, do you need something?” You were starting to get irritated. You tried to push him away, but he held his spot. He held your hand where you had placed in on his chest.
“Why are you avoiding me?” He sounded upset.
You didn’t know how to respond. Why were you avoiding him? You were happy with him, you liked his company. What was wrong with you? “I just…needed some time I guess.” You could feel his heartbeat under your palm, and realized that it was beating fast. “Can I ask you something?” He nodded. “Do I make you nervous?”
Woozi looked you right in the eyes. “Yes.” You opened your mouth to answer, but he interrupted. “You make me nervous because I don’t know who you’re going to choose, but I know that you’re going to have to break one of our hearts. I don’t even know if you’re going to choose one of us. I don’t know a lot of things, except that I want you to be happy. Jeonghan does too.” It was weird hearing him say Jeonghan’s name, since he tended to avoid talking about him.
Which made you a little bit queasy. “Do you…are you and Jeonghan going to stay friends?”
Woozi took a deep breath. “I don’t know. I want us to. He’s still my best friend. Just because we happen to have feelings for the same girl doesn’t mean that we can’t work things out, y’know?”
You nodded. “I hope that you guys do.” You gently pulled your hand away. “I need to finish cleaning. And I need to think.”
He stepped out of your way and followed you back to the living room. “Sure, I’ll get going then.” You walked him to the door and opened it. Before he left he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “For luck,” he said. “Your apartment is a mess.”
The butterflies you had felt were immediately replaced with anger. “Jihoon!” You smacked him on the arm, giggling. As he left, you waved and smiled, the dumb grin staying on your face the rest of the day.
So here you were, a couple weeks later, back in that same cafe from the Great Cafe Event. Sat across from you, Jeonghan sipped his hot chocolate without a care in the world. This was his way of trying to woo you, but all you could think about was Woozi, and how warm he was. You stared at Jeonghan, and aside from the platonic love you still harbored, in that moment you felt nothing for him.
“So yeah, Josh and I wrote a song, and I think you would like it,” Jeonghan concluded. You looked at him, and realized that you didn’t want this, didn’t want him.
“Jeonghan, that’s amazing, and I’m really proud of both of you, but right now,” you said, and braced yourself for what you were going to say, “I don’t really care.” You saw the brief flicker of surprise in his eyes.
“O-kayyy,” Jeonghan said.
“Look can I just talk to you as a friend?” You asked. “You know, like we did, before…”
Jeonghan’s entire air changed. “Yeah, absolutely, uh, what’s going on?”
You took a deep breath, and prepared yourself to break his heart. You stared right at him and, “I think I’m in love with Woozi.”
Even though you had prepared yourself, the hurt look in his eyes still broke you. He avoided your gaze, looking at his now empty cup. “You’re sure?” He asked. He sounded crushed, and you hated yourself. But there was nothing you could do to control your heart.
“Yes,” you said, still staring at him. There was a long silence. You could practically hear his heart splitting, right down the middle. He continued to stare at the empty cup, and suddenly got up. You watched him walk over to the counter and order something. He came back with another hot chocolate and your favorite drink.
“I don’t understand,” you said when he sat down.
“What? I can’t buy you a drink before you run off to tell him?” Jeonghan was masking his pain, you could tell.
“You know you’re my best friend, right?” You said gently. You reached across the table and took his hand. He sadly looked at you.
“Go on,” he said. “I’m sure he’s waiting for you.”
You stood up and gave him a small smile. He tried to return it, but it was more like a grimace. Picking up the drink he bought you, you stood up. “Call me later, okay? We can all hang out again.”
He just nodded. “We’ll see.”
Woozi was elated when you texted him to meet up at your house. You ad half-expected him to already be there when you arrived. He took longer than you thought, and when he got there you pulled him into the living room and sat him down on the couch. You picked up the large teddy bear and looked him directly in his eyes and said, “It would be bear-y nice if we could go out on a date sometime.”
Woozi was silent, mostly processing that dumb pun before breaking out into a huge grin. You smiled back and pulled him into a hug. He settled his head into the space between your shoulder and neck.
