#suho scenario

It was a disaster! How could the best hotel in Seoul - the best room hotel in Seoul - have an electricity malfunction while the VIP had just checked in? And she wasn’t answering the desperate door knocks of the staff.

What to do?

“Call Manager Kim! He’ll know how to deal with this! At least to ask permission to enter the room. What if she got electrocuted? What if she’s dead?”

The manager was Kim Junmyeon. Manager of the L7 Myeongdong by LOTTE. He was changing his clothes as his shift was over for the day. He was rubbing his neck when he tied his comfy Nikes ready to leave from the back door and call it a night. He tried to ignore his ringing phone but as the good employee he was he knew he had to answer.

“Yes, Baekhyun? You know I have fin-”

“The VIP! She’s not answering the door and the whole floor has no electricity! Hyung! I think she’s dead!”

“Ah please!” Yelled Junmyeon over the phone running to take the elevator.

Were you really dead? Or scared to death in the pitch black bathroom?

That was Manager Kim’s new task to figure out… 

ஜ Hotel Manager!AU / VIP!AU  
ஜ Pairing: Suho x Female Reader    
ஜ Genre:

ஜMasterlistஜ

“Where is she?” Yelled Junmyeon, arriving at the top floor that was pitch black. He was panting as he had to take the stairs. For some reason the elevators of the hotel stopped working in addition to having no electricity on the top floor

“It’s this room, hyung!” Baekhyun replied seeing his manager’s phone flashlight approaching as fast as he could from the end of the corridor.

“Move away, Baekhyun!” Junmyeon pushed him. Before knocking Suho noticed how sweaty he had gotten, he even sniffed under his armpits to check if he smelled good enough. “Damn it!” Junmyeon cursed biting on his lower lip. “Why do things like this have to happen when the VIP has just checked in? Look at how I look!”

“You look perfect, if you asked me, hyung.” Baekhyun dared and winked at his pissed enough manager.

“As if this was the time for your unnecessary jokes, Byun Baekhyun!” Junmyeon punched Baekhyun’s shoulder. “Just move away, let me think for a moment.” Suho pressed his palms on the frame of your room looking at his feet. “Fuck this is bad… this is really really bad, fuck fuck fuck!” Junmyeon turned around pulling on his sweaty locks. “Fuck!” He slapped the wall huffing. He then cleared his throat fixing his messy hair atop of his head trying to gather his thoughts before knocking the door smoothly.

“We tried that, but-”

“Shhh, Baekhyun!” Junmyeon shushed him. “Let me…” He pressed his ear on your room door trying to sense any movement, and luckily he did. “Yes! I hear something.” Junmyeon knocked louder confidently after making sure that you haven’t died like Baekhyun suggested before.

“Ma’am, can you hear me? Can you please open the door?” But you didn’t answer. “I’m going to open the door to check on your safety, please make sure you can receive me.” He advised. “Move out of the way guys, thank you but I won’t need anyone. Just make sure your phones are on, and call Eunah for me.”

“She has left already to supervise the Busan conference, hyung.” Baekhyun lamented.

“Is there no female staff? Is there no one at the restaurant or the spa?”

“The female employees of the restaurant are on the early shift and the spa closed 3 hours ago.” Baekhyun added, watching Junmyeon’s frustration clearly in his facial features.

“Of course… of course nothing is going smoothly.” Junmyeon spoke to himself. “Alright Baekhyun, just stay reachable, now everyone please take your leave, we don’t want to scare this poor woman any further with having 5 male strangers in front of her dark hotel room. And please Baekhyun, figure out where the emergency electrician is, he should be available 24/7, why is this not resolved yet?”

“Yes, hyung.”

Baekhyun and his teammates bowed at Junmyeon leaving him to deal with the mess. Junmyeon gulped before opening the door with his master key.

“Ma’am.” Junmyeon knocked the door again louder once the door opened. “I’m the hotel manager, I’m here to help you and apologise for this inconvenience.” He tried sounding nice enough as he made his entrance through the hotel room. “Ma’am? Can you tell me where you’re at, please?” Tried Junmyeon with his perfect English and cute voice.

“FUCK YOU!” You screamed turning off the water making your voice loud and clear as you crouched in the shower unable to move in case you slipped. It was pitch black, not a single source of light and you couldn’t walk out either because of orientation was not optimal being so dark in the bathroom. “What took you so fucking long? Am I a joke to you? I’m going to sue you so bad!” You continued ranting.

Junmyeon shivered in his spot. He knew this was bad with his impeccable hotel reputation. “Ma’am, I’m here to help, are you hurt?”

“Just turn on the light, you asshole!”

“We’re working on it, ma’am. Can I know of your location?”

“In the bathroom, you moron! Why do you think I’m not moving? I’m wet and naked and I can’t get a bathrobe because I’ll slip and if that happens kiss your awful hotel goodbye!”

Junmyeon bit his gathered fist knowing how probable all you said was. He walked to the kitchenette to look for the emergency flashlight that should be in the cabinet’s second drawer. He turned it on walking towards the ensuite bathroom.

“Ma’am, I’m inside the bedroom.” Junmyeon stated, swallowing thickly. “I can push a flashlight for you so you can see your way. Is that ok with you?”

“Just get me that already! Ughr! I’m freezing, you stupid incompetent fucker!”

Junmyeon opened the bathroom door slowly pushing the flashlight so it could roll towards the shower area. You finally saw where you were slowly getting out of the shower finding the bathrobe where you had placed it. You put it on feeling some needed warmth while you shivered.

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” Junmyeon asked with a small voice.

“No!” You pushed the door open. “Nothing is fucking ok you bastard!” You pointed the flashlight at Junmyeon’s face coming closer, almost blinding him as he narrowed his eyes in discomfort. When you saw the man in front of you you suddenly felt ashamed of your language and the way you stormed out of the bathroom, after all it’s not like he was the one who cut off the power in your room in purpose, plus he was being polite and trying to help you, plus his sweaty fringe and beautiful features that you could clearly define in the dark room were a good reason to calm yourself down.

“My sincere apologies, ma’am.” Junmyeon bowed a polite 90º bow, legs well firm and hands at his sides tightly. “Please accept my apologies, rest assured that I’m doing my utmost to have this situation corrected. The stay will be 100% free of charge and we will upgrade you for full-board room service if desired.”

You cleared your throat holding on your robe at your chest looking away for a moment to gather your thoughts. Was it the lack of male presence in your life? Or was this man in front of you simply too powerful? Whatever it was, he was certainly no joke and a deadly one. The hotel must’ve hand-picked him to calm your nerves somehow knowing your type? How was that even possible? No! You shook your head. You needed to focus on the problem at hand.

“And who are you, feeling adventurous enough to offer me all that, may I ask?” You asked sweetly, fixing your tone of voice as you tried to fix your hair the best you could.

“I’m the manager of the hotel, ma’am. Kim Junmyeon at your service, ma’am.” He bowed again, raising his head this time smiling.

Dear lord, if his worried face was deadly, his smile was yet the most lethal weapon you’ve ever been in front of. Men knew what they were good at and weren’t afraid to use it.

“Who’s the owner of this place? Plus where is the damn power? It’s been no less than 15 whole minutes.”

“The owner is Kim Junseo, and I’ll go check how it’s going with the repair.”

“Not so fast!” You extended your arm blocking his way, surprising even yourself.

Junmyeon looked from your arm to your face gulping, thinking he was still screwed no matter how nice he sounded. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Kim Junseo, and you’re Kim Junmyeon? Are you related?”

You noticed how Junmyeon exhaled, shutting his eyes discomforted with the question.

“Kim Junseo is my uncle.” He confessed.

“And I take it that he won’t be really happy with what is happening, am I correct?”

“Yes ma’am.” Junmyeon almost stuttered.

“I’m guessing, family inheritance… and you’re trying to prove yourself… and this would ruin your reputation even though he’s working your ass off… am I correct?”

Junmyeon had his eyes widened listening to how you were more or less describing his screwed family situation. Did you know who he was?

“Ma’am, if you don’t mind me asking, would you happen to know my uncle?”

“You’re not in a position to ask me anything.” You teased walking towards your bed sitting down confidently. Then suddenly as you sat the room lit up, thanking the heavens that you were seated when the light came because you would have fainted if you were still as close to Junmyeon as before.

“Ah finally…” Junmyeon released a relieved exhale, feeling his chest.

“Do you think that solves the issue?” You interrupted his moment of relief.

Junmyeon looked at you, holding his breath blinking nervously. “I’ll do anything ma’am, but please don’t… if I may…”

“Not to complain to your evil uncle, is that what you want to ask me?”

Junmyeon nodded, biting on his upper lip. “I- if there’s a possibility to please you in any way or form, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.” He went on his knees pressing his hands on his thighs looking down, an action that you truly didn’t expect, making you hot and bothered not sure why.

“I’ll finish my shower and think about it.” When you stood to head to the bathroom Junmyeon took your hand between his stopping you.

“I apologise, please tell me what I could do.” Junmyeon begged speaking in pout.

You took your hand away as you didn’t expect him to be so desperate. It looked like you disliked his action, but in reality you didn’t know how much this man was affecting you until his skin touched yours. He managed to stir something inside you that you thought was dead. Lust and desire filled your jolting body so much that you needed to cool down.

“Fine. Stay where you are until I’m done. I need to wash up because I’m a mess.” You agreed.

“You look wonderful to me.” Junmyeon spoke to himself audible enough for you to hear, making you turn around.

“True, I look wonderful, but unlike you.” You pointed at him. “I like to look decent.” You stated trying to sound harsh so he wouldn’t know how his words made your body wobble.

“Ah… yes.” Junmyeon looked at himself knowing very well how inappropriately looking in front of a VIP he was. “That’s because I had finished my shift and when the incident happened I rushed back and the elevator was not working then I had to take the stairs-”

“Seems like you have a lot of stamina to be able to run 15 floors.” You surprised him by coming close to him.

“I-” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I work out… I suppose.”

When you locked eyes there was an awkward but much needed moment of silence. It was when both scanned the other. You discovered his beauty spots, especially that one atop of his upper lip. His silky black as night locks, his defined and sharp jaw and glistening porcelain skin. Junmyeon on the other hand was paying more attention to your exposed neck and how your hair was still dripping. The way your smudged fiery red lipstick was still making quite the presence as well as your lingering perfume smell that filled his beautiful nose.

“How much are you willing to do for me, Kim Junmyeon?” Your confidence grew when you read that he liked what he saw himself.

“I’ll do anything… you want… I’ll do anything I know I’m good at…”

“And that is?” You licked your lips enjoying how his gaze darkened suggestively when you dared run your fingers through his fringe to reveal yet the most iconic and perfect eyebrows that spoke a language of their own, the knit aggressively as your touch seemed to activate something inside him.

Junmyeon responded by holding your head in place, sliding his hands and locking at the back of your neck, resting his thumbs on your cheeks and attacking your lips, tasting the lipstick that was bugging him ever since the lights came back on. He pushed his incredibly eager tongue inside your mouth invading it without a single spec of shame. He kissed hotely and passionately as if your mouth provided him with life and he depended on it. He deepened the kiss when he angled his head making you walk backwards with his force and finally bump your knees on to the bed where you flinched detaching your lips. You panted heavily watching him wipe his lips with the back of his hand with a darkened gaze.

“What are you doing!?” You asked, feeling overwhelmed.

“Oh-” Junmyeon widened his eyes in confusion. “I thought- Oh my god!” He bowed over and over. “Please accept my apologies, ma’am.” He went on his knees again.

“Why did you kiss me?” You acted all offended.

“I deserve to die. How can I make it up to you? I don’t know what has come into my head, I read the room wrongly. Please tell me how I can fix this mistake!” Junmyeon almost cried, palms flat on the floor looking down nervously shaking.

You found it adorable, but also quite sexy. The fact that his fringe was down, his sweat visible at his back and the pants you could deliciously hear. He ticked all the boxes for you to be sitting in front of him finding yourself running your hands through his sweaty silky dark hair.

He was confused while trying to read your actions. By now you truly couldn’t hide how you chew on the inside of your cheek and how hungry has the most handsome man in Korea made you.

“How did you get this scar?” You asked out of context, feeling his scar at the bridge of his nose with your thumb, confusing this poor man who tried to look as cool as possible.

“Erh- ah… I was about 7.” He replied shyly, his cheeks tinting like ripe peaches.

“I didn’t ask how old you were. Is it because you got it in a clumsy way?” You smiled, feeling his appetising cheek.

Junmyeon nodded, avoiding your eyes. “My older brother opened the door of a cabinet and I ran into it. It’s because my eyesight is not that good.”

You laughed loudly covering your mouth. “I really thought you were going to say that you were fighting someone or something like that.” You kept laughing. “So you can’t see me clearly?”

“I- I can.” He gulped making his glorious Adams apple bub up and down a few times making it impossible not to jump on him to taste his skin already.

“You can come closer.” You pulled him by his collar forcing him to lift himself and press his palms on the mattress instead, caging you with his body. “Can you see me better now?”

Junmyeon nodded, finally thinking that perhaps he didn’t make such a bad mistake in kissing you. “I can see you perfectly.” He whispered, his lips at the level of your chin, thinking if it would be a good idea to attach them to your neck.

“How do you have such a pretty face, Kim Junmyeon?” You asked, removing his fringe away from his forehead to appreciate the whole view. You didn’t expect an answer, you just indulged in feeling with your fingertips the most perfectly shaped male eyebrows your fingers would ever have the pleasure to feel. “How are you not a model or an actor? Is it because you’re a bit short? Are all men in your family this orgasmic to look at?”

Junmyeon winced when he heard the word. It was becoming torturous not to let him play with you the way you were playing with him. He had becomed your slave, at your mercy awaiting for further orders.

“I want to touch you.” He managed to verbalise with difficulty as his whole body sweated.

“How would you touch me Mr. Korea?” You teased spreading your legs, your knees at each side of his body.

He didn’t reply, instead he slowly took his hands landing them on your thighs, never breaking eye contact till he arrived at your waist. Junmyeon got adventurous pulling the knot of your robe open with his teeth finally revealing your bareness to him. You felt weak for a moment wanting to snap your legs closed, but he stopped you when he dipped his head between your legs feeling his tongue shamelessly tasting your arousal. You fought him for a few seconds before letting him push you further till your back hit the mattress.

“Junmyeon!” You screamed pulling his hair. “Stop! I can’t!”

But you totally could, because somehow not seeing his face made it in your head easily to give in.

“You taste like honey.” He growled as you felt his digit replace his tongue. “Where is your secret spot? Hm?” He kept his pace steady when you lifted your head to watch him finger you.

“I’m going to punish you for this!” You threw your head back as your back arched when he cupped one of your breasts pulling at your pebbled nipple. “THERE!” You gave away clenching your walls around his finger, just then realising what you were doing and how vulnerable you were in front of this god looking man.

After a million thoughts combined while you rode your high looking at the ceiling. You heard your pants feeling little kisses being peppered all over your thighs and legs. You were being adored like you’ve never experienced before, but was this you at all?

You flinched, straightening and sitting up covering yourself and tying your bathrobe the hardest you could. You saw Junmyeon’s disappointed and confused expression, still on his knees at the edge of the bed.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked innocently, trying to come closer.

“NO! Stay where you are!” You voiced in panic.

You watched his frustration when he looked down exhaling and running his fingers through his dreamy hair. You were too ashamed to even kick him out or say the next word. You just consumed in shame and silence took over you.

“I’m sorry.” He began. “I guess I couldn’t control myself, you’re just too irresistible, and that has nothing to do with anything. This is the first time in my life I acted on an impulse that I couldn’t fight.” Junmyeon confessed, exposing himself.

You buried your face between your folded knees that you hugged tightly wishing that Junmyeon disappeared and got amnesia in the process, but instead you heard him chuckle and the mattress next to you dipping, feeling his hand on your head.

“___? Are you shy?”

You peeked from between your knees just enough to see his cheeky and beautiful smile that showed his bunny teeth as his hypnosyng eyes vanished into half moons feeling how your heart stopped beating for a moment contemplating the view that unfolded inside your hotel room and in your very own bed.

“Please~” You whined, hiding again.

“I swear you’re driving me insane. If you just give me a chance to stay and talk a little bit?”

You lifted your head, pouting, being surprised when he took your lips suddenly. You gasped but soon melted into the kiss letting him get more comfortable, his hand reaching for your shoulder feeling your skin that ached so much for his touch.

“Wait!” You broke the kiss panting, seeing his disappointment. “What about you? I feel so-”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Junmyeon smiled satisfyingly, raising himself grabbing his jumper from the back of his neck, yanking it over his head. You weren’t sure if it was part of the show, but you certainly have never had this view in your life.

Junmyeon was sweaty all over, but surprisingly smelling good. Like something clean and most definitely beautiful. He was lean and quite toned, and without much effort or flexing you could see all the glorious lines he was graced with on his abs. His skin was flushed but shining, and then after a shameless scan your eyes finally landed on his cute and unusual belly-button which made you smile and look away for a second. Junmyeon was very conscious of it, but proud at the same time.

“I guess the only impressive thing that I own is my fish mouth navel.” He felt his torso, coming closer. “Come on, I know you’re dying to touch it.”

He brought your hand which was way colder than his burning body. He hissed when the cold sensation of your fingers showing his closed teeth.

“You’re stunning, Kim Junmyeon-ssi.”

“Oh!” Junmyeon crocked an eyebrow. “Look at you using Korean honorifics, ___-ssi.”

“I guess I’m so in awe that you deserve to have an honorific.”

Junmyeon bit his lower lip trying to contain himself. He guessed you were shy but also into him, and given the situation when your shower was interrupted, he came up with an idea to make it less awkward, or at least in his head it worked.

Suddenly Junmyeon bent and slid one of his hands underneath your knees while the other was placed on your back lifting you as you weighted but a feather. How strong was this man? You were so mesmerised that you didn’t care where he was taking you as long as you could indulge in watching his face up close as well as all the veins that came to life to greet you.

“I’m sweaty and as I don’t use perfume, I don’t want you to think that I stink. That’s how nervous you made me ever since my eyes landed on you when the power came back.” He explained putting you down undoing his belt right away. “So how about we shower and give me some of that honey from your lips under the water?” He winked this time making you lose it.

You covered your face with both hands hearing the distinctive sound of the steel buckle from his belt hitting the marble flooring of the big hotel bathroom making a loud echo. You shivered as you felt both of your arms being grabbed guiding forward.

“Come here, princess.” He whispered onto your ear as he started the water that hit his sturdy back. “Let’s get to know each other, hm?” He suggested untying your robe.

When you rid yourself from it you jumped on his chest encircling your arms around his neck finding comfort on his shoulder hiding how nervous you really were.

“Junmyeon.”

“Yes, princess.” He replied, closing the shower door behind you. “I want to kiss you again, can I?”

You removed your head to see yet the most deadliest look. Wet hair and wet lips. This time it was you who attacked him first. Junmyeon wrapped his arms tightly around you, feeling your breasts pressed against him as well as his manhood growing between your legs which made you extremely aware of the situation you were in while devouring each other with sloppy hungry kisses.

“I can’t.” Junmyeon broke the kiss, pressing your back on the cold tiled shower. “I said we’ll talk, but I can’t.” He instructed you to hold on to him as he lifted one of your legs. “I have to have you now. Please say you want this.”

You nodded, bringing your arm over your mouth biting on it as he inserted a diggit again making sure you’d adjust. He removed it to spit on his fingers to lubricate the area well. All while you died inside watching him being so sexy and caring all at the same time.

“___.” He groaned once inside. “Why do you feel so good?” He asked licking your shoulder before starting to rock himself pounding into you. “I can’t get enough of this feeling.” He thrusted steadily hitting you right back in the same place from before when you orgasmed.

“Junmyeon, you’re too much.” You managed to verbalise. “I’m done.” You clenched around him and that’s when he threw his head back to display all that sexy show for you. Head back his own hand pulling on his hair as he removed himself releasing on your belly while pumping himself dry.

It was insanely sexy and all too fast to let it sink in.

~~~

After he made sure you let him lather your body adoring every inch of it you suggested he shower himself, taking yourself out of the bathroom almost running. You wore the bathrobe and hoodie jumping inside the duvet covering your face with the pillow.

What have you just done? Was the manager of the hotel you stayed in naked having a shower in your ensuite? Did you just have sex with a total stranger?

That stranger that you saw in your potential business presentation pictures that you zoomed at and wondered who he was…?

The same one you asked about and learned his name as well as his life and there you were in Seoul to buy their hotel…?

Did all this really happen?

You heard the water turning off and soon the door of the bathroom opening. Junmyeon came out humming with his Disney prince voice getting closer. What should you do now? You were just so embarrassed to face him, so nothing came to your head other than act asleep.

“You look so angelical sleeping, my princess.” He whispered, kissing the crown of your head. “I really need to go, otherwise my uncle will skin me alive because unfortunately there’s CCTV and they’re going to know how long I stayed here.” He added, writing a note leaving it on the nightstand beside you. “Please don’t break my heart and call me when you’re awake.”

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A/N: Long time since my last Suhito fic, right? So you’re going to have to wait until his birthday to know what will happen next MUHAHAHAHA

Thanks for reading ^_^

Haha I started writing this in August, but my dumbass finished it just this Monday…anyways, this has been in my mind for a longer time, so I hope you enjoy the arrival of a new god, Junmyeon! <3

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The whistle of the lifeguard and the shocked gasp of the onlookers were no longer a rarity. You were quite sure you didn’t even have to look to see who was getting dragged under by a renegade current, but while shaking out a Piña colada for one of the older Scandinavian ladies on an apparent mission to stay tipsy for the entirety of her 7-day vacation, you looked up to confirm your suspicions - the slightly pudgy lifeguard was busy pulling out a shell-shocked Dane, the exact same one who thought it a grand idea to ask for your number along with the second ice coffee of the day.

And while everyone else was looking at the confused man who wasn’t even that far out when the water knocked him off his feet, you glared out at the wide blue sea, over the waves, over the demarcation zone, at the tiny speck between the white caps of the crashing waves. Your lover was looking over at the unfolding scene with a most probably proud look on his face, happy that he rid you of a suitor who never stood a chance and a customer who tipped extremely well.

And with a roll of your eyes, you turned your back at the sea, and you hadn’t stared back the whole day.

/ 

Days passed and you did your very best not to look at the domain of your lover, a decision he was not very fond of. Granted, it was not the easiest task, as you worked as a waitress at a beach bar, but instead of giving in and being comforted by the crashing waves, you went out of your way to stare down at your tray and face away from the sea whenever you could.

Junmyeon did not appreciate this in the slightest. The lifeguard must’ve lost a lot of weight at the beginning of the summer season, as the first week he was rushing out on a daily basis to save unsuspecting beach-goers, and the other he was lured out to search for the lone swimmer whose head popped up closer to the beach than ever.

Even so, you didn’t let him get to you, and every time you closed the bar up you immediately headed home for a shower and bed.

Even a god is not allowed to behave towards you like this.

The seas became gradually rougher. The currents were more severe, the waves gained on their intensity, and many bright-eyed tourists became sad when they rushed to the beach and found that the waters were dangerous.

Every time the seas turned too unruly; the town’s elders began appearing at the bar. They would turn up early in the morning, the first customers in dark garbs and solemn faces as they sipped on their coffees and stared out at the seas. After several days of the continuous angry seas, they began to appear in the evening as well, just before sundown as they could see if the appearance of the moon could somehow alter the behavior of the blue giant.

Seemingly ignorant towards the staged celebrations of a weekly Greek night, they dedicated their complimentary shots to the sea god in hopes of soothing his anger, and they disappeared before you could realize they were gone.

Their tab was always paid by the manager of the hotel.

You didn’t mind the angry seas, even though you felt guilty towards the unhappy visitors who were looking forward to days spent splashing around in the sea. You didn’t mind adding more concerned wrinkles to the elder’s foreheads as they pondered on the reason of the god’s wrath.

/

It had been days since the last time you saw the sea and after a rough day of work, you were too tired to be mad at him. Even if the moon was hidden and there is no way he can come out and comfort you, you decided to find solace in the gentle lull of still warm waves. Your head throbbed with an oncoming headache, and you let a smile with the thought of a day off that was in front of you.

Settling into the warm sand, you smiled at the immediate contact of sea waves that licked at the tips of your feet gently. It has been too long since you felt the sea water on your skin, and it felt extremely good and almost nostalgic to experience it once more.

And with one look around yourself to make sure nobody was on the beach beside you and the deity somewhere in the water, you began to talk. You talked about your job, talked about what you ate for lunch. What made you happy, and what made you angry, and underneath all of that, you hoped that it would convey how much you missed him. The more you spoke, the more you thought that the gentle waves felt more like Junmyeon’s hands stroking you in comfort, since he couldn’t embrace you and make you feel that much better.

With a deep sigh, you leaned back to look up at the sky.

“I miss you,” you whispered so softly, you thought that he wouldn’t be able to hear you. If you looked hard enough, you thought you could see him in the distance, looking over at the shore, over at you.

As you focused your gaze over at him, you yelped when something suddenly bumped into your fingers. It felt cold against your knuckles, but you grabbed at it either way before it could be brought back by the waves.

Bringing the object up to your eyes, you almost couldn’t believe it at first. It couldn’t be, right?

The ring you had lost three years ago at this same beach rested in your palm is if you had never lost it in the waves. It was right after you couldn’t feel the ring on your finger that you met Junmyeon, walking up to you at the beach to ask you what you were looking for. He later on confessed that it was his doing so he could find an excuse to come up and talk to you (it still feels bizarre, that a god older than nations felt so bashful he needed to find an excuse to speak to you).

It was a beauty of a ring, slim silver circle with three green ambers shaped like teardrops circling each other the main decoration. It felt strange, as the ring was a perfect fit on your finger, and it wouldn’t make sense why you lost that one instead of the other rings which sat much looser on your fingers.

You threw your head back, laughing heartily for the first time today.

“And you said that you couldn’t find it anywhere,” you sent an accusing, yet playful glance over the waves, and if you used your imagination, you could most definitely see his sheepish smile. Slipping the ring back on your finger, you felt that much better. You could feel the anger from before shimmer down slightly. Junmyeon had that effect on you, you decided with a sigh as you rested your cheek on your palm, braced against the knees, as you stared out at the sea.

“I miss you,” you whispered, and in the dark night, you swore you could hear the sea whisper it back.

/

“Back on your bullshit are you, huh?” you seethed at the sea with an angry scowl as the lifeguard lugged another nearly dead customer (and in Junmyeon’s eyes, a suitor) from the water which pulled him down under and let him swim back up again like a yo-yo. The waves traveled up the sand to reach to you, and you kicked at the water with a furious growl.

“I don’t need a fucking bodyguard or a parent, ‘Myeon. He didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sick and tired of feeling guilty about being the reason of someone’s death.” At this point, you didn’t even care that much if someone would watch you have an interaction with the sea- you were pretty sure that they were all preoccupied with resuscitating the almost drowned Norwegian, who just days ago bragged about swimming from England to France. You ran a hand through your hair, as you laughed at him mockingly.

“So keen on killing anyone who puts their hands on me, but if you’re supposed to let someone die to make everything better, you chicken out, right?” Looking down at the sand, you saw jewels and treasures of the past appear between the pebbles, a desperate attempt of your partner to appease you. Scoffing, you looked once more over the white caps of the waves.

“You’re no God. You’re a coward.”

And with that, you turned your back on the sea, handed in your apron to your boss, and retreated into the mountains.

/

You were gone for days, walking through the gorges and canyons surrounded by tall mountains which effectively blocked your vision of the sea. The white-hot anger still coursed through your veins and you hastily packed up whatever necessities you could think of at the time, catching the first bus inland that came your way. The time would come when you would realize that using that was a pretty mean thing to say, but in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t help but to spit out whatever you knew your partner feared and hated of thinking.

You hated it, too. The thought of leaving everyone behind, but you were ready. It was Junmyeon who resolutely refused to have any part of the plan that you had, even though he was the most crucial component of it.

Being in the hills calmed you down slightly. It was a change from the yellow and blue you were surrounded by on the beach, scarce cypress trees planted artificially in groups by the hotels to suddenly be emerged in an explosion of lush green and earthy brown, the salty feeling in the air overpowered by the deep and full scent of the forest that you swallowed in gulps.

You no longer feared the woods when you were alone. They welcomed you back as an old friend, and when Junmyeon would come out of the ocean, the two of you would retreat inlands, away from what he had known and owned, walking through the domain of his family that still kept an watchful eye over you. Even now, you would see supernatural understanding in the doe’s gaze, as she watched you from the shrubbery. Yixing’s messengers and companions were littered all over the woods, and even the hungriest wolf knew not to approach you with the intent to hunt.

The silence was healing to your ears, deafened by the constant hum and laughter of care-free people. Who knew such a sound would become dull after days of repetition?

The hum of the leaves, the small crack every now and then when you break a branch, the chirping of birds hidden in the tall tree branches mended your irritated soul minute by minute. And in that silence, green lushness and solitude, you found peace. You tried looking at the situation from different angles. Tried to put yourself in Junmyeon’s shoes.

He’s a god, son of Mother Earth, older than the human consciousness goes. He’s lived through millennia and stayed away from human civilization for centuries before he had met you.

He was adorable when he came on shore and was dazzled by how far human technology had come, completely enamored by gadgets like a cellphone, or his favorite one of all, the camera, which he used far too frequently in your opinion, catching every moment of his stay with you on pictures. You still remember how heartbroken he had been when he came up the next time, confiding in you that the photographs that he had called out in a laboratory became soggy in water and disintegrated within a few days. He took home mostly photographs of the two of you, of his favorite dish so he wouldn’t forget it, of a new dog breed that he was completely smitten by ('He looks like sea foam!’ he told excitedly to the owner of the white poodle, who didn’t seem to be very okay with their award winning pooch being compared to sea foam. The dog was very okay with it, and his tail kept wagging until Junmyeon stroked the fluffy fur), and the little jut of his lower lip had you crooning and trying to placate him with more kisses.

While he was asleep, you had the photos done once more and meticulously sealed them in waterproof packages, whose only downside is that they tend to float upwards. You still find some of them floating around his palace, the only thing keeping them from escape were the high ceilings that Junmyeon loves to swim up to every now and then to remember all the good memories he had.

His lack of understanding of the modern culture could’ve been cute on one hand, but you completely disregarded the fact that back when he was roaming the Earth, women had a much different position in society, and jealousy or the suspicions of a new suitor were dealt with much differently. The plebs were killed for doing so much as looking over at the lovers of rulers, some going as far as attacking their own spouses in fear of being mocked by other royalty.

You knew you told him it’s not right to deal with emotions that way, but you also didn’t meet him halfway with the understanding that it takes a while to change some traditions and actions that were deeply ingrained in the society of old. Junmyeon had another strain and reputation to keep, and it was amongst the gods as well. He mentioned to you the story of how Hephaistos was so humiliated by the open adultery of his husband Aphrodite that he had spent weeks of constructing a net with which he caught his spouse and brought him screaming before the court. The magical net burned at his husband’s skin, but the numb blacksmith paid no heed to the pained groans of his supposed lover and found retribution in the court of the gods acknowledging his husband’s wrongdoings and banishing him from the realm of the gods for five centuries.

Thinking back about it now, you could’ve been glad that his wrath wasn’t oriented towards you, because you had to admit that in order to get a tip, you had to throw a coy smile here and there, and had to endure the more than friendly touches by alcohol imbued customers. Junmyeon always kept you safe, and he never killed anyone, even though you were sure all of his gut told him to do so. You weren’t the only one having to adapt to a new lover, someone you hadn’t been with ever before. Junmyeon had the same cross to bear, but unlike when you stepped out of line, he was there to correct you with a soft smile and a gentle lead, while you left him in the dark, cut off from telling him what’s wrong, or letting him figure it out by himself how to make it right.

Junmyeon could’ve razed whole villages in anger, and without knowing clearly what he did wrong, he continued in showing you affections in the only way he knew ages ago- overprotective jealousy.

The deer poked her head from the bushes again, understanding eyes looking over at you. You chuckled, wiping the tear from your eyes.

“I’m a dumbass, right?” you scoffed over at the animal, staying still when it emerged from the shrubbery and made its way to you. It gently licked at your palm.

“We all make mistakes. But it is what we do next that shows character.”

Yixing, the ever so wise. Flipping your hand over and presenting your palm to the animal, you bowed your head in thanks.

Now you knew what to do. And the first moment you could, you stood, and made your way back to the shore.

/

However, your stomach did drop when in the morning you let your curiosity get the best of you and you caught sight of a beached shark. Sharks were his feat of strength- you can’t remember the time you weren’t accompanied by one of them as you went down under. Seeing one of these majestic beasts on the beach, lifeless and pitiful had you worrying about the same thing the elders discussed at a meeting last night.

Something was wrong with the sea god.

The rough waves were gone, but so was everything- the huge sea turned into a still lake, and after that shark in the morning, other fish followed suit. Confused parents forbade their children from entering the sea, and a normally overcrowded beach became barren.

This of course meant that bars such like yours became filled with people, and you became overwhelmed with the amount of work that was ahead of you. A rise in customers of course meant that you left every evening richer than the last, but it didn’t make you smile.

Because along with the sea, you grew weaker as well.

As if you were left out in the sun for too long, you felt dried up, left without any energy. Your eyes lost their spark, the pep in your step was gone. Your regular customers were worried about you and your manager glared at you when you didn’t perform at your normal level, and instead of customers leaving charmed by good service, they left with a sour expression at the overall ambience of a grey sea and overworked waitress.

It was already deep in the night when you finished counting up your money and you pulled down the shutters of the circular bar. You were usually accompanied by the soft lull of the waves, but this time the silence distressed you deeply. The beach was empty, the sunbeds and umbrellas cleaned in neat rows and closed up for the night. Only the air was filled with sea salt, a gentle scent that had you closing your eyes and taking deep breaths after a hard day.

“Where are you, Junmyeon?” you murmured to the dark waters, eyebrows furrowed as you kicked off your shoes and let the sand sift under your toes. Without hesitation, you thumbed at the button of your pants, stretching them out on the nearby sunbed. The waves reached further up the beach, leaving behind perfect ovals of wet sand.

You wished it was a full moon. Not only your beloved could visit you in the realm of mortals, you loved how the moonlight glistened over the ripples in the water, bringing its own special magic to a realistic world. You and he would spend whole nights on the beach, just staring mesmerized at the water illuminated by the goddess. It was under moonlight where Junmyeon would whisper greatest love stories of his kind, stories filled with pain, separation, but also the sweet feeling of reunion and eternal happiness.

This night, you sat on the sand alone, in the dark. The water was still warm from the whole day, and you welcomed its feeling as it gently swept over your toes. Closing your eyes, you let out the deepest sigh and rested back on your hands as the water slowly glided further up your legs, feeling less and less like liquid and more like caresses of your lover.

So much time passed since you felt Junmyeon’s fingers glide over your calves, gently massaging out knots from being on your feet the whole day. The feeling of his lips, teasingly pressing into the insides of your knees, trailing higher and higher, leaving you so breathless and yet so full of life you knew at that moment you belonged with him until the end of ages.

The water was up to your waist now, and it was slowly gaining on intensity. You let it, leaning further back, and it was only a matter of time when it would reach all over you, the waves washing your body from the grime of whole day’s work.

You were never really used to travelling to your partner’s domain. It was far from comfortable and exciting. You’ve been there more times than you can count, and yet that first moment when you realize that the sea now holds you hostage with its currents has fear slipping through your veins. It was a moment you always wanted to counter by digging your heels into the soft sand, by reaching back and trying to scramble up to the beach, because you unconsciously knew what was following.

You could only see how far you’ve been pulled out before your head disappeared under the waves, and something was dragging you further down. Going to Junmyeon during the night taught you that it’s better to keep your eyes closed for this part, because no matter how bright the moon, the light always distorts reality underwater, and even though you know that Junmyeon sends his most powerful beast to your side only for protection, sharks never looked more terrifying lurking underneath the dark water, their beady eyes watching your every movement.

You knew that you were about halfway there, because that’s when you started choking. The salty water burned down your throat, and after the reflex kicked in, you were convulsing in a deadly vice, gripping you tight. Of course, you knew seas were deep, but the descent seemed to be endless, the pressure bursting at your earbuds. Junmyeon had explained it to you before, that you had to be on the brink of death for him to be able to carry you over to him, but you had always wondered, what if he wouldn’t get to you in time? And now, that he was weakened?

What if the next time you open your eyes, you would look at the guilty and pained expression Junmyeon’s brother, deep in the underworld?

/

When you slowly came to, it was like you were back on that beach again. You felt the refreshing feeling washing over the tips of your toes, over your feet and ankles. You wanted to open your eyes, but you felt far too weak for it just yet, only able to crack a small smile as you felt the lips of your lover brush against your calves, fingers gently squeezing at your flesh in both appreciation and confirmation that you were really there.

“Junmyeon…” you breathed out, propping your legs up so you could slide your toes down the firm muscle of his thighs. Junmyeon replied with a sigh of your name as he spent his time showering your thighs with kisses, deep and wet ones, with just a bit of teeth that had the breath hitching in your burnt throat and fingers twitch at your side, yearning to reach out to him.

“My love…” he whispered, voice unraveling like rivers meandering slowly through scorched lands.

“My life, my everything,” he continued, his hands slipping up your thighs and parting them to make space for himself. Your shaky hand lifted and Junmyeon guided his head under it, yearning for your touch. You gave it to him freely, fingers brushing through his locks as you made sure that you were really there, with him, after all that time apart. The strands of his hair were dry, extremely fine, nothing like the lush locks you were used to gripping with passion.

“What’s wrong, my love?” you asked with a frown marring your features. He slid up completely, letting your legs wrap around his waist as he caged you in his arms. A thumb gently pressed against the ridge in between your eyebrows, smoothing out the wrinkle of worry, and just as you were about to open your eyes, he pressed his lips against yours in a full kiss, one so full of life that it had you feeling silly for a second that you doubted the vitality of the god of life.

It was as if the life was being poured back into you through your connection, and you pressed back against the lips insistently, finally understanding how a person lost in the desert and encountering an oasis might have felt. Your grip around him tightened, your ankles crossing at the small of his back to press him further against you. Your hands stroked the apples of his cheeks gingerly before sliding down his neck, to his shoulders, nails digging into the strong skin insistently. It was as if Junmyeon was coming back to life as well, his back filling out with the strength of his muscles that seemed to be missing before.

He did not hesitate in the slightest to lick at your bottom lip, gently coaxing you out, the stroke of his tongue against yours making you shiver all over. Being in his arms once more, you wondered how was it possible that you rejected him for so long.

You squeezed your legs tight, and Junmyeon took the hint, his palms sliding down your body to grip at your hips and tug you upwards, up into his lap.

You parted, eyes opening to look upon your lover for the first time for weeks, and it almost made you choke up. This was not the Junmyeon that you knew, so vital and full of life. There were bags under his eyes, a deep purple, lips cracked from dehydration, eyes milky and tired. This was a shell of a king, a shell that you contributed to creating.

“Is this…my doing?” you whispered so quietly you almost didn’t hear it yourself. If it wasn’t for the pain flickering through Junmyeon’s eyes, you were sure the question missed him as well.

“My love…” he started, cupping your cheek gingerly. Immediately, you grabbed at the hand, grip tight so you could feel his pulse underneath your fingertips.

“What happened to you?” his smile was almost embarrassed, a dimple jumping out his cheek that you couldn’t resist but peck.

“You will be mad if I told you.” was his reply, his other palm sliding over your body in appreciation. He had clothed you in robes as light as a mountain stream while you were out, and the ethereal fabric bunched under his insistent palm.

“I feel like I had been mad at you for long enough,” was your reply, and you angled his palm so you could kiss as his hand in reverence.

“I tried going out after you. After the last time.” After the last time he got you mad, your mind supplied but neither of you needed to say it.

Junmyeon trying to leave his kingdom outside of the full moon was reckless. And dangerous. And potentially lethal to him. Eons have passed since he and his kin were worshipped strongly enough to wander the land whenever they pleased. There were small pockets of believers, still giving them their power, but they were now in a situation where even gods had their limits.

And Junmyeon trying to pass his almost cost him his life. Your breath whooshed out of your lungs and caught in a sob at the thought of him desperately trying to scratch his way out of the water, while you were off hiding in the woods.

“You almost died because of me,” was a fact, and Junmyeon did not dispute it, eyes heavy with emotion.

“My love, you almost die because of me every time you come here.” Even after such short time, he seemed to be much better than before. He seemed to be returning to that Junmyeon that you had known before. With a deep sigh, you collapsed into his arms, gripping at his midsection tightly, as if someone was to come in and taking him away from you.

“I never gave you a chance to explain yourself. I never told you what bothered me, and I never asked you if it bothered you what I do.” you mumbled against his chest, pressing as much kisses against the skin as you could. His grip on you tightened, his lips against the crown of your head.

“You try your best to accommodate and learn new things for me, and I never appreciated it before. I only scolded you when you made a blunder.” you laughed, looking down at your fingers and noticing the ring you turned with your thumb in a nervous twitch.

“How long were you holding on to that ring?” Junmyeon’s chest shook in laughter.

“A long time,” he said, voice filled with mirth. “But I thought this time I messed up in a glorious manner to be able to use it.”

“We were both wrong.” you amended, looking up and pressing a kiss against his jaw. A sudden emotion passed through you, so strong, it swept you down like a whirlpool and unable to fight the current, you angled Junmyeon’s face to look down upon you, his deep eyes meeting your emotion-filled ones.

“Junmyeon…” you murmured, unable to resist pressing another kiss against his plush lips. Before he was able to respond by deepening it, you pulled away.

“I want to do it.” the lust filled haze evaporated from his eyes.

“I want to become your queen. And I’m willing to die for it.”