ミ★synopsis: three heavy words. you’re so used to saying this to the one person that’s always been by your side, because you know that he’s your other half; platonically. these words have always held some sort of meaning whenever you say it to vernon, in hopes that maybe one day he’ll say it back to you.

ミ★genre: best friends to lovers!au, slow burn(ish), fluff, humor

ミ★warnings: nothing !

ミ★word count: 5,773

ミ★pairings: vernon x gender neutral reader

ミ★notes: hi guys !! sorry for such a long delay, i was super swamped with my midterms and now i have finals coming up wAAAA but here’s my 2 year anniversary oneshot gift !! i haven’t written a vernon oneshot in a longtime and i decided that now was the best time to write one! i kinda based this one off of how my bf and i started dating… LMAO. so this one is v cute :] i hope you guys like this one ! make sure to give vernon lots of love <33

“I love you.” 

“You’re cool.”

You lean back into your chair with a huff, crossing your arms as you glare at your best friend sitting across from you. He glances up from his phone to see the annoyance over your features, and the corner of his lips quirks upwards. 

“Why do you look so…” He trails off and gestures towards your face, and you raise an eyebrow. “So constipated?” 

Seungkwan snorts from beside you, and you poke your tongue into the inside of your cheek. Squinting your eyes towards the brunette, you shake your head and place your focus back onto the assignment you were working on. 

“Vernon, why don’t you just say it back? Yn always gets into a bad mood for like half an hour whenever you just tell them you’recool in response.” Seungkwan asks, peeking glances in your direction to see you angrily typing up your essay. Vernon just chuckles, gently kicking your leg underneath the table, making you look up at him with a glare. 

He watches as your glare softens slightly the longer the two of you hold eye contact, and he turns away from you and back towards Seungkwan. “Yn already knows that I only say I love you to a few people.” 

“Which are…?” 

“My mom, dad, grandparents and my sister.” Vernon answers with ease, and Seungkwan grins as he glances at you. You’re typing away on your laptop again, a furrow to your brows as you listen in on their conversation. 

“So you don’t love me? Your friend since childhood? Or Woozi? Or Joshua—” 

“I love you guys, you’re practically like family.” Vernon cuts off, and your lips curl downwards at how quickly he corrected Seungkwan. The blonde watches as Vernon looks at you, and he doesn’t overlook the hesitation in the latter’s eyes when he sees your pout. 

“I just… I just don’t want to carelessly throw around such a deep phrase. I want to say I love you when I really mean it.” Vernon explains as he keeps his eyes on you. Feeling their gazes burning into your forehead, you look up from your assignment to see the two checking if you’re okay. You let out a sigh, reaching out and shutting your laptop closed. “And that’s why I’ve been saying I love you to Vernon everyday, because one day he’ll say it back.” 

“But today is not that day.” Seungkwan says, and you nod your head in defeat. 

“Today is not that day.” 

Vernon looks at you for a moment longer, before looking down at his iPad to try and solve the math problem on his screen. Seungkwan and you glance at each other, and you point a finger towards the blonde, “How long did it take for Vernon to tell you he loves you?” 

Seungkwan shrugs his shoulders, putting his pencil pouch into his bag as he thinks to himself. He purses his lips, “I’ve known Vernon since our first year in high school, now we’re in our third year of university. I’d estimate around… four years?” 

“FOUR YEARS?!” You exclaim, standing up from your seat with wide eyes. You immediately shrink down when you get glared at by numerous people, realizing that you just shouted in the middle of the library. You bow your head towards them in apology, feeling warmth flood your face at how you acted before you thought it through. 

Vernon’s holding back a laugh as he tries to focus on his notes, and you squint your eyes at his shaking shoulders. You kick him underneath the table, and he clears his throat, the hint of a smile now gone from his face as he goes back to writing on his screen. 

“It took Vernon fouryears to say he loves you?!” You whisper-shout, and Seungkwan nods his head. “Sounds about right.” 

“Why did it take you so long to say it?” You ask, turning to Vernon to see him turning off his iPad. He looks at you with a blank stare, before shrugging his shoulders and putting his tablet into his bag. “Never really felt like it.” 

“Yeah. When he finally said it to me, I’m pretty sure it was because I told him I’d rewatch all of Avatar the Last Airbender with him.” 

“That sounds right.” Vernon says with a chuckle, throwing his bag over his shoulder after he’s packed everything. He steps out from the table and walks over to your side, beginning to pack your things for you while you gawk at him. 

“I have to wait fouryears for you to tell me you love me back?” You ask him with wide eyes, and Seungkwan bites back a laugh at how shellshocked you look. Vernon just rolls his eyes, reaching out and flicking your forehead after he zips up your bag. You let out a squeak of surprise, “What was that for?!” 

“Let’s go get dinner. I know you’re still embarrassed by how loudly you shouted a few minutes ago.” 

It’s fascinating how quickly you stand up and take your bag from Vernon’s grasp after the sentence leaves his mouth. You give him and Seungkwan a big smile, “Does Chinese food sound good?” 

“It sounds amazing, yn.” Seungkwan responds with a laugh, and you turn towards Vernon to see his response. He nods his head at you, “Sounds good.” 

You gesture towards the exit with a satisfied smile, “Let’s go then!” 

As the three of you walk out of the library, you spare a glance towards Vernon. The sunset shines over his features, casting a warm orange glow onto his face as you walk to Seungkwan’s car. Feeling your eyes on him, Vernon turns his head and looks at you with an amused look in his gaze. “Mm?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you give him a smile. “I love you.” 

“I think you’re cool, yn.” Vernon responds with ease, grinning when you quietly curse to yourself.

“Damn it. Damn it all.” 

“I have a good feeling about today.” You say to Minghao as the two of you walk towards the cafeteria where the rest of your friend group is waiting. The pretty man just gives you the side eye, and you nudge him with your shoulder. “I’m serious! I think today’s the day that Vernon will finally say it back.” 

“Yeah, sure. And I think today’s the day that a zombie apocalypse will break out.” 

“Hey, don’t say that.”

Minghao chuckles at the serious expression that forms on your face, knowing very well that you had just finished the new zombie drama,  All of Us Are Dead. He rolls his eyes and wraps an arm around your shoulders, patting the top of your head fondly. “It’s just a show, don’t worry too much.”

“Train to Busan was a canonmovie in that drama! What if it happens here?! Then both the movie and the drama would be canon!” You worry, raising your hand up to your mouth in panic as the two of you reach the lunch table. The group immediately greets you both, but you’re too stuck on the fact that you would probably be the first to die if a zombie apocalypse broke out.

Vernon places a spoonful of rice into his mouth, watching you in amusement as Minghao explains what he did to make you look this unsettled. 

“Hao, you know how yn is with zombies.” Jihoon says when Minghao plops down beside him, and the black haired beauty shrugs his shoulders. “They’ll be fine.” 

Vernon chuckles and moves the empty chair beside him backwards, the noise of the chair scraping against the floor finally making you snap out of your daze. You look up towards him, and his heart warms when a smile forms on your face.

“Were you thinking of how you would aim for the head during a zombie apocalypse?” Vernon asks after you walk over and plop down in the empty seat he had saved for you. You nod your head with pursed lips, taking his chopsticks and snatching a piece of cucumber kimchi. “I just don’t know why so many people in those movies and dramas don’t aim for the head! Even Thanos said to aim for the head.” 

Vernon snorts at the mention of Marvel, shaking his head as he turns back towards his lunch after you place his chopsticks back on his plate. He pats your head fondly, making you chuckle quietly before he starts eating his food again. 

Seungkwan watches this interaction from across the table with squinted eyes, and Mingyu looks at him with a frown on his face. He nudges him with his shoulder, and the younger waves him off with his hand. 

“Seungkwan, why are you watching them?” Mingyu whispers, and Seungkwan purses his lips in thought.

“I feel like… I’m about to make a breakthrough…” 

“How was class?” Wonwoo asks you as he places an apple in front of you. You let out a groan and take a bite of it, shaking your head at the thought of the hour long section. “Don’t even get me started. I can’t believe I had to debate about something that I don’t agree with. We aren’t even supposed to be debating in that class! It’s developmental psychology!”

Your exclamation gains the rest of the group’s attention, and Minghao grimaces at the memory of some of the bad takes a few of your classmates made. The shudder of his shoulders catches your eye, and you know exactly what he’s cringing at.

“Should I ask what the debate was about? Or should I refrain from doing so and live in ignorant bliss?” Joshua asks, and Minghao’s about to tell him to go with the second option when you suddenly respond,

“It was about whether or not children should play violent video games. Then these people who were on the anti-video games side of the debate were saying some bullshit about how Mario Kart promotes destructive driving!” 

The twelve stop to let your exclamation sink in, but Minghao just shudders at the memory of you suddenly arguing with them even though you were assigned to the same side of the debate as them.

“I really wish a zombie apocalypse would’ve broken out and got them first.” Minghao mutters quietly, but not quiet enough for Jihoon to overhear. 

“MINGHAO?!”

“What! It’s true!”

“Please don’t get yn started on the zombie apocalypse again!” Chan begs, and a frown immediately takes over your features as you turn to their side of the table.

“What’s so wrong about me talking about zombie apocalypses?” 

Chan stares at you like a deer caught in headlights. He slowly shrinks back into his seat, and turns away so that his back is facing you. He gives Jun a bright smile while a drop of sweat slowly drips down his neck from the feeling of your eyes burning holes into the back of his head, “So. Lovely weather we’re having, am I right?” 

You squint at the man, moving to go and fight him when you feel a hand rest over your shoulder from behind. Turning back, you find Vernon just giving you a small smile as he shakes his head. You purse your lips when warmth floods your heart just from his smile alone, and you lean back into your chair in defeat. 

“What would I do without you?” You ask as you take another bite of the apple Wonwoo gave you, and Vernon just shrugs his shoulders with a grin. “Probably get bitten by a zombie.” 

A frown immediately takes over your features again, making Vernon let out a laugh and immediately wave his hands at you to signal that he’s just kidding. Letting out a sigh, you roll your eyes and rest your chin onto the palm of your hand. You stare at him with a small smile on your face, and he raises an eyebrow at the determination in your eyes.

“What?”

Vernon notices your smile brighten slightly, and he feels his heart stutter when you suddenly say, “I love you.” 

He blinks at you for a moment, before reaching out and patting your head softly. You feel your hopes rise at the sweet action, only for them to be crushed right after when he responds,

“I think you’re rather swell, yn.” 

You press your lips into a thin line and lean back into your seat in disappointment for the nth time.  Looking up at the ceiling of the cafeteria, you clasp your hands together and mutter, 

“God, why have you forsaken me?” 

And Seungkwan just watches from where he’s seated, staring at the warm look in Vernon’s eyes as he looks at you. 

Seungkwan, Vernon and Chan sit on the floor eating snacks together as they do their own respective homework. Vernon reaches out with chopsticks and picks up a chip, before placing it into his mouth as he scrolls through the article he needs to read for his upcoming section. 

As he places his chopsticks down onto his plate, he scratches the back of his neck at the feeling of eyes on him, but he’s too afraid to turn his head. 

Chan looks away from his laptop and takes a few pieces of popcorn. As he tosses them into his mouth, his eyes look ahead and he raises an eyebrow at what’s occurring right before him. 

Seungkwan is burning holes into the side of Vernon’s face, trying to get the latter to look at him so that he can finally blurt out what he’s been thinking of the whole day. Chan glances over towards Vernon, and he watches as his eyes repeatedly dart towards Seungkwan and back to his laptop. 

“Am I… missing something?” Chan asks, breaking the silence that was blanketed over the three of them for the last hour. Vernon looks up at him, purposefully trying to avoid turning his head towards Seungkwan as he asks, “Does Seungkwan look like he wants to kill me or hug me?” 

Chan looks at Seungkwan for a moment, before turning back to Vernon. “I think it’s neither.” 

Vernon’s eyes widen at the answer, “Neither?!”

“Vernon.” He jumps at the call of his name, finally turning around to see Seungkwan looking at him with a knowing smile. He blinks.

oh god. he’s going to kill me, Vernon thinks to himself. 

“When do you think you’ll tell yn that you love them back?” Seungkwan asks, putting a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth. Vernon chuckles slightly, shaking his head at the fact that this was the reason why the blonde was intensely staring at him. “I don’t know, there’s no deadline on love.” 

Chan tilts his head, “You and yn have been best friends for over half a year already, and you spend almost all your free time with them. How come you haven’t said it yet?” 

Vernon purses his lips, and he shrugs his shoulders. “It’s complicated.” 

The two share a look, before turning back towards the man in question. Vernon blinks at them, before letting out a sigh and shutting his laptop. He adjusts his position so that he’s facing the two, and he gestures at them with his hands. 

“Well, ask your questions.”

“Do you care about yn?” Chan asks, and Vernon’s eyebrows furrow immediately at the question. He nods his head right away, “I care about them more than words can explain.” 

Seungkwan internally screams at his friend’s quick answer.

“So you’re just not sure if it’s love yet?” Chan presses, and Vernon shrugs his shoulders. He looks off towards the window, staring out at the dark clouds that loom over the city as he mutters, 

“Yeah, I guess I’m still not sure.” 

“How long are you going to keep trying to get Vernon to tell you he loves you?” Joshua asks as the two of you make bracelets on the floor of his shared apartment with Jeonghan and Seungcheol. You chuckle and pick up the letter N, “Until the day he finally says it back.” 

Joshua lets out a low whistle, making you look up at him with a raised eyebrow. He raises his fist and gives you a smile, “Fighting!” 

You roll your eyes, reaching out and kicking him lightly before retracting your leg. He grins and picks up the daisy bead, threading it through the string as you quietly remember the day you found out why Vernon wouldn’t say I love you too.

“Thank you Nonie! Love you.” You say cheerfully as he hands you the basket of french fries. He sits down beside you on the bench and pats your head fondly, before taking a sip of his water without responding to your statement. 

You bite the inside of your cheek at the thought that he hasn’t said it back to you in the few times you’ve said it to him. You reach out and poke his shoulder, causing him to turn and look at you with a raised eyebrow. “Mm?” 

You suck in a breath before asking, “How come you don’t tell me you love me back?” 

A silence settles over the both of you after the question escapes past your lips, and you find yourself wondering if it was a mistake to even ask him that when he doesn’t answer right away. Clenching your fist, you move to tell him that he doesn’t need to answer it when he suddenly responds, 

“Love is very important to me.” 

You blink at him, and Vernon takes a piece of your fries and places it into his mouth. He shrugs his shoulders and looks around at the other people walking past the two of you. “When I say it, I want to make sure that it’s genuine. That it doesn’t just become an empty saying that I would call out in passing, because then it’s not true.” 

You nod your head, understanding where he’s coming from as you rest your chin on your hand. “So who would you say I love youto?” 

“I’d say it to my family and some really close friends, like the guys in the friend group. I’ve known them for years now, they’re practically like my second family.” Vernon explains. He runs a hand through his hair, contemplating whether or not he should actually say the next part. Pursing his lips, he decides, fuck it, and adds, “and I’d say it to the person that I truly do love.” 

Your eyebrows furrow, “Like… a partner?” 

And Vernon nods, giving you a small smile as he confirms, “Yeah, someone that I’m in love with.” 

“Do you think Vernon will ever say it back?” You ask in quiet voice, a tone that makes Joshua’s eyes lace with concern as you’re usually very high-spirited about the whole ordeal. Biting the inside of his cheek, he knows that he can’t lie to you as he simply shrugs his shoulders. 

“Vernon’s a simple guy, but he’s also complicated on the inside. In the years that we’ve been best friends, he’s never told me that he loves me.” Joshua says, and you lower your head in defeat. Seeing you look dejected, he reaches out and rests a hand on your knee to offer comfort. You glance up into his eyes, and he gives you a small smile.

“But even then, Vernon makes sure that I feel his love even if he’s never said it verbally.” Joshua adds, and he feels the slightest bit of relief when the corners of your lips quirk upwards. You look away and back down towards the incomplete bracelet in your hands, smiling softly at your best friend’s name reflecting back into your eyes.

“Well, I guess there’s hope.”

“There’s no hope!” You cry up towards the sky in a state of anguish while Vernon laughs at your reaction beside you. Jeonghan chuckles and reaches out towards your arms that are lifted up to the sky, pushing them down so that people will stop looking at you as the three of you walk down the quad. 

“Personally, I think that as a way to cope, you should just gaslight yourself into thinking that you’recool, means I love you too.” Jeonghan tells you, and you let out a huff of defeat. “I’d rather not have to gaslight myself into believing this when I already gaslight myself into procrastinating my homework.” 

“Eh, what’s the harm in adding another thing?” Jeonghan asks, and you pause, before pursing your lips in thought.

Vernon frowns, “What about we just, I don’t know, not gaslight ourselves?” 

The two of you glance towards the man with judgmental expressions on your faces. Vernon blinks at the sudden glares, “What?”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Not the menally stable guy giving us advice again…”

Vernon’s jaw drops slightly, making you and Jeonghan burst into giggles. You reach out and wrap an arm over Vernon’s shoulders, ruffling his hair lightly, “We’re just kidding.”

“Kind of.” Jeonghan adds, making you nudge him with your elbow. Vernon snorts when Jeonghan suddenly disappears from view, and the two of you glance back to see him doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach.

He looks up at you with a grimace on his face as he squeaks out, “That really hurt.” 

You let out a loud laugh and unwrap your arm from Vernon’s shoulders, stepping over to Jeonghan and giggling as you mutter out apologies for nudging him too hard. All while Vernon watches from where he’s standing, the smallest of smiles on his face as he listens to your soft giggles. 

While still in pain, Jeonghan takes notice of the fond look in Vernon’s eyes as he looks at you, and he bites back a smirk. The blonde finally stands up and rubs at his stomach, waving you away with his hand as he lets out a cough. “Jesus, why are your elbows so sharp? What if you bruised my ribcage?” 

“There’s no way yn bruised your ribcage.” Vernon interjects with an amused expression, and you bite back a grin. 

“You’re right. Yn definitely broke a rib.” 

“Yoon Jeonghan!” 

Vernon laughs at your exclamation, reaching out and wrapping an arm around your shoulders to calm you down. You squint your eyes towards the blonde, who just smirks at the fact that his quickly thought out plan seemed to have worked. 

he likes yn, Jeonghan thinks to himself.

“It’s okay, if anything, I’ll pay for his hospital bill since I know you’re saving up for a car.” Vernon tells you with a smile, and you coo at the kind gesture. Turning around in his arm, you reach out and squish his face with your hands like you always do, making him let out a whine.

“You’re so sweet, you must love me~” You sing lightheartedly, and Vernon looks into your eyes as you smush his cheeks together. 

“You’re cool.” 

“DAMN IT!”

All while Jeonghan watches, backtracking his original thought with,

underestimated. he definitely loves yn.

“Yn, go to sleep.” 

“Naur.” 

Mingyu’s head snaps towards you with a furrow to his eyebrows, “Did you just… did you just say no in an Australian accent?” 

You look up from the google doc that has half of your essay written on it, and Mingyu blinks at how red your eyes are from exhaustion as you nod your head. Giving him a tired smile, you mutter, “Brain too tired to even question what I just said.”

Mingyu purses his lips at your words, before walking over and placing the cup of water he just poured onto the kitchen table. He takes a sip from his water bottle, and ruffles the top of your hair fondly. “Go to sleep, yn. You have classes in the morning.” 

“It’s alright, Gyu. I can always pull an allnighter.” You say with a wave of your hand, and Mingyu squints his eyes at you. “Yn…”

You bite the inside of your cheek at the warning tone to his voice, and just give your roommate a small, grateful smile. Reaching out and patting his arm, you say softly, “I’ll go to bed soon, I swear. The last half of this essay won’t take me more than an hour.” 

Mingyu continues to squint at you, and you continue to look up at him with the best puppy dog eyes you can muster. After a moment of him scrutinizing you, he lets out a sigh and nods his head. He heads towards his bedroom and waves a hand at you, “Goodnight, yn.” 

“Night, Mingyu!” 

Once the door closes behind him, Mingyu shakes his head and grabs his phone off of his desk. He immediately dials that familiar number and puts the phone up to his ear. Laying down on his bed, the ringing stops and he lets out a breath, 

“Vernon, you gotta come over.” 

Vernon waits outside of your apartment door clad in only a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, having walked over as soon as Mingyu told him what’s going on. The door quietly opens after a moment, and he chuckles behind his hand when he sees a half-awake Mingyu looking at him. He steps to the side without a word, and Vernon pats his shoulder as he walks past him. Slipping off his shoes, he pads over towards the kitchen table where he knows you’ll be studying. 

He bites back a soft smile when instead of seeing you wide awake, you’re slumped over the table fast asleep. Stepping over, he shakes his head when he sees your cheek resting on your keyboard, spamming many letters onto your google doc while you mindlessly sleep.

“Yn, wake up.” Vernon says in a quiet voice, reaching out and gently shaking your shoulder. You remain asleep, with drool even beginning to dribble out from your parted lips. Mingyu walks over and snorts when he sees you, “That bitch in the REM cycle.” 

Vernon rolls his eyes, before squatting down and carefully putting one arm under your legs, and the other behind your back. He lifts you up from the chair, and walks over to your room, gently kicking the door open and stepping inside. 

All while Mingyu watches from his own bedroom door, shaking his head with a yawn. 

“That man is in love.”

Vernon pulls back the comforter to the best of his ability before finally setting you down on your bed. You immediately curl up into your pillows, making Vernon smile softly as he pulls the comforter up to your shoulders. He stays by your side for a moment longer, brushing away the baby hairs on your forehead as he admires your sleeping face. 

“Pretty.” Vernon murmurs, before standing up and moving to turn off the lamp on your bedside table, only to stop. He smiles to himself when he sees two bracelets you must’ve made with Joshua, seeing one with your name and the other with his name. He looks at you with warmth flooding his face, and he quietly murmurs, “Thank you, yn.” 

Turning off your light, he walks over to your door and takes one last look at you, making sure you’re fast asleep, before closing the door behind him. He heads towards the kitchen table and goes to your open laptop, deleting all the gibberish that you typed with your sleeping face. He turns off your laptop and makes sure to plug it into its charger on the kitchen island, before cleaning up the table of all your stuff. 

He prepares your backpack for your classes tomorrow, placing it by your charging laptop so that you know not to forget it when you go to campus tomorrow morning. Letting out a breath, he looks around to make sure he didn’t miss anything, and nods his head once he’s made sure everything is prepared for you tomorrow. 

Yawning, he heads towards the front door, only to almost scream in fear when Mingyu’s voice suddenly appears out of nowhere. 

“Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me!” Vernon whisper-shouts to the tall man who’s watching him by his door, to which he just grins in response. Vernon shakes his head, “What did you say?” 

Mingyu points towards your room, “You care a lot more about yn than you think.” 

Vernon just looks at him in silence, wondering where he’s going with this. The big puppy just smiles knowingly, waving him off with his hand as he opens the door to his own room. 

“Goodnight, Nonie.” Mingyu says, before turning and walking into his bedroom. Leaving Vernon standing by himself in the kitchen, a furrow to his brows as he glances back at your closed door.

You lay on the grass, staring up at the clouds in the sky while you wait for your next class to start. You had just finished your psychology class, and now you’re in your hour gap between the last class and your upcoming statistics class. Unsure of how to pass the time, you noticed how nice of a day it was, and decided to just cloud watch in the quad. 

You’re about to reach for your phone when a face suddenly appears above you, and a bright smile immediately forms on your face.

“Vernonie!” You exclaim, sitting up as he plops down beside you. He places his backpack down beside him, and shoots you a grin. “What are you doing laying in the middle of the quad?” 

You shrug your shoulders as you glance at the time, seeing that your class will start in fifteen minutes, “Didn’t know what to do during my hour gap, and then I thought it was a beautiful day. Then, suddenly, I was on the grass!” 

Vernon chuckles at your brief explanation, watching as you lay back down and look up at the sky. He sighs and quickly follows suit, arm brushing against yours as he looks at the clouds pass in the sky. The two of you quietly talk about your days for a moment, before falling into a comfortable silence. 

You turn your head to glance at Vernon, admiring his side profile as you watch his eyes sparkle up at the sky. Biting the inside of your cheek, you turn back and look up at the clouds. A small smile forms on your face, already knowing the answer as you say for the first time today, 

“I love you.” 

Vernon stays quiet, watching as a cloud that resembles the shape of a daisy floats into view. The memory of you briefly mentioning in passing that your favorite flowers were daisies comes to mind when he looks at it, and he finds himself knowing why that was the first thing that he remembered when he saw the cloud. 

The corners of his lips quirk upwards as the flower floats away, before he responds, 

“I love you too, yn.” 

Silence settles over the two of you after those three words escape past his lips. You blink up at the sky, the confession not comprehending in your brain as you look at a cloud that resembles a banana. Vernon turns his head to look at you when you don’t respond, and you glance back at him when you feel his eyes on you.

You blink. Then you blink again.

You let out loud gasp and quickly sit up on the grass, hand clamped over your mouth as you look at Vernon, who is slowly sitting up to gauge your reaction. You stare at him with wide eyes, pointing at the man in complete shock. 

“What did you just say?” You ask, disbelief written over your features. Vernon smiles softly at how cute you look, before saying,

“I love you, yn.” 

Your mouth drops open, and Vernon chuckles as he takes a peek towards his phone, seeing that you only have ten minutes to get to your class that’s across campus. He reaches out and pinches your upper arm, making you squeak in surprise as you slap his hand away.

“Why did you do that?! We’re in the middle of a breakthrough!” You exclaim, and Vernon holds up his phone, forcing you to look at the clock. You gasp for the second time, quickly standing up and grabbing your backpack. You throw it over your shoulders and look at your best friend with the happiest smile forming on your face as your eyes bore into his. 

“I have to literally sprint to class that’s on the other side of campus within,” You take a quick glance at your phone and sharply inhale at the time, “nine minutes now, but just to be clear…”

Vernon smiles softly as you look at him expectantly, waiting for him to say it again. He shakes his head, warmth dripping from his eyes as he says, 

“I love you.” 

You bite your bottom lip to try and stop the smile on your face from getting even bigger. Looking behind you, you begin to take steps backwards in the direction of your class as you ask, “In a friend way or an i’m in love with you, yn, type of way?” 

And Vernon just chuckles while waving his hand at you, “You’re going to be late to your class.” 

“This is more important to me!” You exclaim with a laugh, and Vernon sighs teasingly as he looks down at his hands. He bites the inside of his cheek, before looking back up at you. 

“In an I’m in love with you type of way.” 

Warmth floods your face immediately at his confession, and you quickly glance at your phone, panicking when you see that you now only have seven minutes to sprint to your class. Even with this knowledge, you quickly rush over and throw yourself onto Vernon in a tight hug, making the two of you land back on the grass in a heap of laughter. 

You nuzzle your face into his neck, wondering how you can feel so much bliss at a time. Vernon closes his eyes, a soft smile on his face as he holds you tightly within his arms. After a second, you remove yourself from his embrace and stand back up. Waving at him with your hands, you smile brightly at the man you love as you take steps backwards towards your class, “I’ll see you after my lecture, okay?” 

Vernon nods his head, waving back at you as he says, “I love you, yn.” 

And you cup your warm face with your hands, unable to get used to those words escaping him as you turn around and begin to head towards your class. You quickly turn back to look at him though, and he raises an eyebrow at you. Laughter flows past your lips as you finally get the chance to cheekily reply,

“I think you’re cool, Vernon!”

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mingyu mafia au

masterlist | others; scoupsjundino

• “i’m terrified,” you tell mingyu and he can feel his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. he didn’t want you to be afraid but you were. and he didn’t know how to change your mind.
• “i–i’m sorry,” he sighs. “i didn’t mean for it to turn out like this.” it’s true. but mingyu should have been prepared, right? what was he expecting? that you’d still want him despite it all?
• “mingyu, I don’t blame you,” you comforted. “its just that this is a lot to take in because you know–guns and blood are out of the ordinary for civilians.”
• mingyu leans back on to the couch, he has nothing else to say. how much he wishes he could have changed his past and his ties to the mafia, if it meant being with you.
• he reminisces the first time he met you.
• you were waiting for a date in a restaurant,, it had been an hour and your third glass of wine before anyone showed up. and you were disappointed,, you had been talking to the guy for a month or two and he just stood you up like that,,
• you could hear the chatter of people,, especially the women at the bar, snickering at your sad state,,
• even if you told yourself it didn’t bother you,, it did.
• and just as you were about to get up to leave,, a tall stranger,, immediately took the seat in front of you.
• “apologies for the late arrival, ma’am,” he winks, as he flips open the menu.
• you’re confused. this is not the guy you had been texting. “wait sir, I think you’re mistake–”
• he leans a little close. “i’m mingyu,” he whispers. “just go with it.”
• and you did.
• you’ve known him ever since.
• but it’s only two months in and he’s telling you about this secret life of his. it was one thing liking someone but you were never one for danger. and one could only foresee the danger mingyu was bringing with him.
• “mingyu I love you,” you admit, snapping him out of his thoughts. It’s the first time he’s heard you confess it. and it sounds so divine coming from you.
• “but?” mingyu interrupts. he knows there’s something else.
• “but i’m scared,” you tell him. “and I don’t agree with this lifestyle of yours.”
• he gulps. of course, morals. how can he expect you to abandon yours?
• “i understand,” he mutters. “i’m not going to force you.”
• “thank you,” you sigh.
• “but I hope you know that I love you too and there is nothing that could change that,” mingyu says. it’s goodbye isn’t it?
• he doesn’t kiss you because he knows he’ll want to stay. he just merely picks up his jacket and leaves.
• he gets in his car and just sits there frozen, thinking about what just happened.
• does he want this? does he want to live this life without you? without your arms holding him? without your heart? without your laughter and your thousand watt smile? and the answer has never been clearer.
• and he finds his legs taking him back to your apartment,, knocking on the door,,
• you open the door,, tears sliding down your face
• and mingyu smashes his lips onto yours without caring,, he breaks the kiss only to growl, “to hell with the mafia,” as he goes back in to kiss you and it couldn’t have tasted better than this.
• you break the kiss, chests heaving up and down, gasping for air. and he cups your face in his hands. “i don’t have anything if I don’t have you.”

chan rival commanders au

masterlist

• you’ve seen bodies hit the ground with your sword, the shattered fragments of empires that believed they were eternal, all brought to their end by the ‘army of the dead’. the nickname given by the survivors of the wars you had fought under the name of the king. A
• you loved it. being the leader of the fifth battallion was a joy like no other. the soldiers under your command were no less than exemplary.
• but there was one thing you hated with all your might.
• lee chan. the commander of the first battalion. the one who abandoned you and left you for dead.
• you had met chan back when you were drafted. he was living in the same tent alongside you and many others. you had trained with him, shared food with him, but when you were lying on the ground, bleeding out, he left.
• he left you for dead.
• some other soldier had managed to get you out and you swore if you ever found lee chan alive, you’d kill him yourself.
• andoh, the anger you felt when you found out he became a commander too. you were seething in rage anytime you saw him in strategic meetings.
• but this wasn’t the concern right now.
• your soldiers had put faith in you but you had failed them,, once again, you found yourself staring at the face of death.
• your battalion was assigned to ambush another army, but the latter had easily overpowered you. and here you were, lying on a hill of god knows where, losing blood by the second.
• staring at the orange sky, would you have done this all over again? if it meant dying like this?
• you heard footsteps and horse hooves, behind you. clutching your sword tighter, you whipped your head in the direction of the noise.
• lee chan?? what was he doing here??
• “oh–thank god, you’re alive!” he breaths a sigh of relief.
• “what are you doing here?” you ask.
• “we were told your battallion was attacked so we immediately made way here, to check for the survivors,” he explained, as he propped you up. “i’m here to take you back to the camp but I think I should take care of your wound first.”
• “h–how many survived?” you manage to choke out, as you loosened your armor.
• chan’s eyes don’t meet yours. “only five did and they’re all in a bad state.”
• your heart plunged into the depths of despair. how could you have let your people down? the ones that put faith in you? what would you tell their families?
• “let me die here,” you tell him.
• “what?”
• “let me die here,” you repeat. “i should be buried with them. I don’t have any reason to go back.”
• chan looks at you in disbelief. “are you insane? i’m not going to let you die here!”
• “that is not your decision to make,” you growl. “you left me to die once before, did you not?”
• “i was just trying to help–”
• “help?!” you repeat, on the verge of picking up your knife and beheading him. “you left me for dead!” you yell.
• chan tries to come up with a retort, but much to his dismay, the words don’t come out.
• you scoff. “you’re no commander but a man with a fragile ego who wanted all the glory for himself.”
• a heavy silence befalls the two of you,, what else could chan tell you? you wouldn’t believe him anyway,, he starts bandaging up your wound,,
• “but you didn’t die.” chan mutters.
• “and what if I had–huh?” you bark. “then what? would you have buried me with your conscience?”
• chan’s eyes don’t meet yours. “i’d have bury m’self in that grave with you.”
• you scoff. “liar.”
• chan frowns. “look I know what I did was wrong but I was actually going to come back for you,” he explains. “i would never leave you to die because–”
• “because?”
• “because i’m so desperately in love with you!” he confesses,, his chest heaving up and down,, his brown eyes looking into yours,, as you feel your cheeks heating up,, his jaw tightens as he looks way,,
• but you find yourself acting on impulse,, pulling chan by the armour,, as your lips collide,, jolts of electricity shooting up your veins,, as the world melts behind the two of you, and you feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs,,
• the two of you break the kiss,, gasping for air,, foreheads resting on each other’s,, cheeks dusted red,, maybe you didn’t hate him after all,,

》Pairing:Vernon  x reader 

》Summary: With a new band playing in town, Seungkwan seems to know the guitarist who seems to be hotter than you thought. 

》Genre: Guitarist!Vernon, band!au, college/uni!au, nonidol!au, 

》Word count:1.25k

》Notes/Warnings: some swearing, club setting, Teen Age album inspired

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX, I absolutely adore you and I so very thankful to have met you in cwc! I hope you have an amazing birthday and please enjoy guitarist Vernon. I love youuuu @woozisnoots

Admittedly, if you thought about it, you really should have set off earlier as neither you or Seugnkwan could keep to a time schedule. All throughout college, one or both of you was late to something; whether that be a party or a lecture it was going to be one of you who was late. You weren’t too far from the venue, only being around 5 minutes away but you knew that to get a good view at such a small venue, you needed to be early.  

‘Kidult’ was playing tonight, personally, you have never heard of them before but it seemed as if everyone in your university knew them as it was all the talk this week. They hyped them up, everything and anything about Kidult, almost as if in every class you had the band popped up in conversation. Seugnkwan knew them, apparently friends with one of the guitarists; you can’t even remember his name, but you do know that they met in music class. You have to admit, your curiosity has definitely peaked. 

As soon as you step through the doors, it is packed with people with the majority being from your university as you walk past some familiar faces from your class, smiling briefly at them. Seungkwan smiles, catching your wrist before pulling you, weaving through people as you mutter apologies to them, but he doesn’t seem to care as he tugs you with force.   

The lights are dim as some other band plays on the stage, the spotlight beaming straight onto the band mates but it’s not like you can see them through the crowd. Getting closer, you can just see the platform, with a typical setup of a drum kit, microphones, and a keyboard. Music reverberates throughout the small bar, pumping people full of life as they jump, dance, and drink. It was a night to let your hair down, a night that you haven’t had in a long time. 

The song ended, screams filled the bar as they bowed and walked off stage; thanking the audience. Applause’s and screams never stop as a loud strum of a guitar fills the air. Seungkwan grips your arm tightly, jumping up and down with a bright smile on his face as he almost screams at you, “it’s Kidult” 

You can’t help but laugh at his excitement, you can feel adrenaline fueling through you. The first man that steps up is small, and you recognise as the music student, Jihoon, you think his name is. He is followed by the rest of the members, all taller than him; one of them being at least 6 foot with black hair who goes to the keyboard with almost a clumsy looking smile painted on his face, though you’re surprised that he hasn’t been signed up as a model. 

A boy with brown hair and round glasses steps up, almost as tall as the black haired boy he follows, a small smile on his lips. He doesn’t seem the type to be in a band, but never judge a book by its cover. Another black haired man, smaller but not as small as Jihoon. He looks a bit buffer than the others and you can tell with the energy he oozes that he is the leader even as he gives the audience a gummy smile. 

But it’s the last man who steps out that knocks the air out of you; his hair silver, his attire black with a guitar that has electrical blue designs swirled up the sides strapped across his chest. He walks, with confidence, to your side of the stage. Seungkwan nudges you, “that’s my friend Vernon,” he leans in to say into your ear.

You’re at a loss for words, eyes never leaving the man in front of you before you shift your gaze to Seungkwan, “t-that’s your friend?!” you say loudly in disbelief. Oh my god, why did Seungkwan never introduce you to him before because this man is /fine/. 

Shaking your head, you look back to the stage as the ‘leader’ you assumed goes to introduce the band. You watch as Vernons eyes scan the crowd before they at Seungkwan, smiling at him before his eyes shift to you, the same smile on his lips as if the both of you were also friends. Mustering a smile back, Seungkwan nudges you once again, but as you turn to him, all he does is wink with a cheeky smile. 

“Hi we are Kidult, thank you all for coming tonight and we hope you have an amazing time!” 

Screams set off in the crowd, with one of them coming from your dear friend beside you, causing a small giggle to fall from your lips. The scream that comes from him catches Vernon’s attention as he turns to him, his eyes wandering to you once again, his smile growing even bigger. 

The lights flash blue and pink as the Jihoon starts to sing, the music starts and the band comes to life as the chemistry they share swims between them. Winking at you, Vernon strums the guitar, the lights highlight his features to make him look even more handsome.

Oh, you are so fucked. 

Throughout the songs, Seungkwan never lets go of you as he sings and screams next to you. At one point, the both of you are jumping in sync as the energy of the crowd grows, the longer the set goes on. You’re staring at Vernon as he plays the guitar, the gummy smile never leaving his lips as he jumps around and feels the music. 

Their set stops far too early for your liking as the blurring lights top and the band says their goodbye and thank you. Seungkwan turns to you, hooking his arm with your, “c’mon” before you both walk towards the bar, taking a seat that is closest to the backstage door. 

“Can we have a Malibu sunset and a purple haze please, thank you” he shouts over the cheers of people to the barista as the crowd screams once again; another band stepping onto the stage. Quietly, you thank him as he orders the drinks for both of you. 

“Wasn’t they good! Did you like them?” he wiggles his eyebrows playfully. 

“It was really good, I enjoyed their music. They’re so talented!” you smile before taking a sip of your drink, the coolness helping you cool down in the overheating club. 

“I’m glad you think we are talented” a voice says from behind you causing you to choke on your drink. “Ah, y/n,” Seungkwan scolds, patting you on the back. 

“K-kwan, I d-din’t plan..to choke” you cough out, but he isn’t listening as he turns to the person who is now standing next to you, “Vernon! You did great, I’m so proud of you” 

Eyes wide, you sit up faster than you intended as you look up at him, embarrassed. Extending his hand, he smile as you, “Nice to meet you, I’m Vernon” 

Shaking his hand timidly, you can’t help but smile back, “Hi, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you too” 

Seungkwan stares at the two of you, a small smirk playing on his lips at the flustered exchange. With a plan in his head, he gestures to the chair for Vernon to sit, he could make this work. 

—Playboy | y.jh (M)

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