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Liquid Courage
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🌀 🍸SUMMARY: Working beside Mingi at a bar was always fun. The flirting, the jokes, and the teasing made work more enjoyable, until the connection became too intense to bear. The boss leaves you alone to close one night, and your coworker makes you a special refreshment with lots of (s)creams.
🌀 🍸 TAGS: Alcohol use, intoxication, cursing, explicit name-calling, use of babe and sugar. fingering, oral sex, nipple play, fluff, and protective intercourse.
🌀 🍸 WORD COUNT: 7.4k
🌀 🍸 A/N: I tried to depict Mingi in a way that was true to his personality. He is truly loved by everyone he meets and I wish he knew that!
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You jump in fright from the repeated eager shouting of your name. “Y/n! Mingi! I need the both you over here, pronto!” Naturally you were startled, but not all too surprised by your boss's authoritative tone.
“Sorry boss...”
It’s been an unfortunate occurrence that your attention has been highly selective all early noon. The behavior was oddly out of character for you, but very typical for your coworker.
The underlying truth of the matter is that you’ve come to your senses- you have an excruciating crush on your co-worker, Mingi.
It had only been one year since you landed the job at the bar, and things where going really well.
You just didn’t want to fuck it up by, you know... fucking.
You've both heard and seen how work “relationships” tend to end. Nine times out of ten, the outcomes aren’t that positive. If anything, it creates a toxic environment to both parties, and the working environment as a whole.
You place down the washcloth on the bar countertop to finish your insignificant task of drying off moisture from spilled drinks and the bottom of cold glasses.
It was a non-obvious call for distraction to escape the unbearable thoughts…given that the culprit for them is in your vicinity.
The spiky pink-haired charmer frees his grip on the countertop while a customer is speaking mid-order, signaling to them that he’d be right back with his pointer finger.
They wave him off politely to attend to his vital duties, but if he were you in that situation, you would have to be dealing with all kinds of bitching and moaning.But yet somehow, in some way, Mingi had the same effect on customers as he did to you.
Maybe it was the black and white suited uniform your boss made him wear for business. But for you it was the face card, his sterling silver jewelry, and hot pink taper haircut that was the most effective.
“Yo, boss!” Besides the shivers that trickle down your spine from his baritone vocals, his informal acknowledgement to your boss makes you cringe. The last thing you need is to be overstimulated by more of your bosses obnoxious yelling.
He approaches shortly right next to you to face your boss who stands near the exit.
With a tight-lipped smile, your boss inhales a deep breath as he tilts his head kindly toward you. An exhale follows when he turns it back toward the discourteous and taller man next to you. “You never fail to meet my expectations Mingi.”
With a light nod, Mingi remarks, “My pleasure boss man, no need for the formalities.” He then gives you a small elbow jab as he smiles in his egocentric joy.
“I'll have you know they aren’t positive…’boss boy’.”
The most awkward stare-off you’ve ever been in the middle of begins, given that your weren’t in very many.“Oh…” Mingi mumbles.
You spare a side glance to watch as his prominent chest sinks in, shooting his previous confidence to plummet to rock bottom. He catches you looking at him teasingly, shamefully averting his eyes from your warring grin.
"Oh is right. Now, as I was going to say...", your boss announces, "’I’ve been calling on the both of you so often this morning, and it’s because I’m going to have to leave you guys alone for closing tonight."
As if your heart wasn't drumming against your chest from standing next to your work crush, or being yelled at by your boss on an hourly basis, it kicks you in harder at an extraordinarily fast rate.
There was no way you could psychologically endure the rest of the night by being alone at Mingi’s side for several hours.
Your boss continues on to reveal, "I’ve gotta stay at home with the wife. There’s a huge chance of her going into labor at any time is what the doctor is saying.” You smile and nod from your coherent understanding of home, wife, doctor, and baby.
“That’s understandable boss, you comment sweetly, I hope she delivers safely, and that you both have a healthy child.”
Mingi nods in agreement, using the moment as a chance to extend out his large hand for your boss's to clasp, triggering the jingling of his chained ring. “You’re already the best father of the year my man!” It’s not as shocking when the jingling sounds once more as Mingi’s hand falls back down, sulking in the denial from your boss.
“I appreciate that Mingi…really.” A chain of keys is slid effortlessly out of your boss's Carhartt jacket pocket, then seamlessly thrown backward into your clutch. “Y/n, you’ll hold the keys, and you will be left responsible to assist in locking things down tonight.”
Mingi takes a step forward and gestures to himself with his hands and an offended face proclaims, “Yo- I mean, boss…what about me?I’m right here.”
“I see that.”, your boss sarcastically remarks.“Keep tabs on Y/n, and help her if she needs it.”Mingis facial expression is like a gaping fish’s mouth out of water, suffering and speechless.
With no remorse your boss turns the other direction. After a few steps he naturally opens the bar door to let a customer inside, displaying a storming parade of heavy rain.
“You’re lucky I don’t fire your ass Song, but you keep those customers flowing in like a frat boy chugging a keg tube!” The door jingles as he finally takes his leave right out the exit, closing you in with inescapable temptations.
“Idiot…, you whisper, “why do you have to be that way around him?”, you shake your head in disapproval to the upset and adorable duck faced man.
He whines childishly to your dismay. Without a choice in the matter, he walks behind you as you both make your way back to awaiting customers that are dinging the bell obnoxiously at the bar.
“What did I even say wrong?” Mingi approaches the customer whose order was inconveniently interrupted, and seated closely from your group intervention.
“Beats me.”, the customer says in between laughter.
...
Today was your first day working at the pub without a boss.
Unfortunately, today of all days- did they leave you alone to deal with drunk customers and your seemingly impossible- newfoundingly attractive, and sober coworker, Song Mingi.
When the evening begins to roll in leading to what might be a fateful night, things began to get a lot more hectic.
As per usual, there are the guys who come in after a bad day, a troubling situation, or a bad life. Mainly because of work or a partner they need to shake off. A drink or many was the anecdote to temporarily forget.
A customer attempts to sit on a bar stool as he tramples around it before managing to successfully put at least half his ass on it. "The music in here…”, he groans with both hands on his head, “it s-sucks man!"
Mingi approaches him with care and interest, but no regard for his behavior. It’s the same as he would treat any other customer.
"I’ve been telling the boss man to let me DJ y’know? But he likes to go on about what I play is too loud." Mingi then begins to mock your bosses voice in a fairly amusing attempt, using air quotes with his long fingers for emphasis. "Anyway, he isn’t here with us tonight…thank goodness.”
The last bit he says under his breath, but not anything you can’t hear from preparing drinks beside him while he takes orders.
“Oh! you mean-you mean that old dude?!” The drunken man says in realization as he lets out an ungraceful burp. "He doesn’t know anything about what’s hot in today’s music!” in a dramatic motion, he swirls his finger in the air and pointed directly at Mingi."Turn on that good shit pinky!”
After some pre-contemplated thought, Mingi gladly makes his way to the end of the bar, raising his hand to signal the DJ for the cue.
He’s quick to pull it down when he senses you approaching behind him, smiling timidly as he turns to face you. "Play something club worthy at least, that’s my only request." You shrug your shoulders and step aside from behind him, walking back toward the front end without a care.
"If only the boss heard that come from your mouth. He'd never believe me in a billion years.", he whispers.
Mingi does a few hand signals you couldn't effectively translate, but upon hearing the cue of “club-worthy music” play through the speakers, you realize the DJ perfectly understood.
The drunken man stands up quickly from the stool, utilizing the bar top for stability. It was when he moved away from the bar top that concerned you when he began to trip over his own feet again. For the upteenth time Mingi leans over the counter and grabs his fore arms to help him keep balance.
At times, he was sweet in that way.
The drunken man widely grins as he once again points at Mingi. "I like you, and-and I really like this alcohol.” He points up his finger twirling it around in the air as if he was casting a magic spell. “Give me a round of shots for this whole bar Pinky!"
A uproar of excitement from all across bar powers over the music. The man rises from his stool to cheer with them, uplifting his hands like he was given the role of a God.
‘Surely…,’ you thought, ‘after this night ends, that man will wake up in the early morning to dial the line of his bank. Considering the fact we’re getting busy as the hours tick by.’
…
Every workshift would be uneventful if your customers didn't come in variety packs.
There were the Cougars. Middle-aged women trying to keep up with the times, so time doesn't catch up with their age.
Said one of many women walks up to greet you both at the bar in a sultry walk. Possibly in hopes of causing a swarm of bees to get a taste of her special made honey.
The essence of Mingi captures her eye however, and she decides to sit in a stool that so happened to be free right in front of him.
Her tight leather leopard print pants stretches as she moves with every inch. She looks downward when seated to shimmy her gargantuan boobs on the counter while wearing a matching top that holds in the drooping.
As flamboyant as the cougars usually are, it was a necessity for her to top everything off with a long lion trench coat that she moves behind her to suit properly.
You continue making the drink for the rounded tables while Mingi deadpans at her in a standstill behind the counter, paying no mind to the display she's trying to showcase.
"You know"...she begins, squishing in her boobs with no need for adjustment, "I usually don’t go for just any young man… ‘specially the ones with pink hair", she adds. "But you might’ve just changed my mind hot stuff.”
Her hands smooth over her chest for another time, yet they travel inside the top she was wearing.
Out of it, she pulls out a thick wad of folded bills, racing her hand forward to Mingis front pocket. In the boldest way possible she grabs hold of his tie and inserts the cash and pats in securely in his chest. She even goes the extra step to tuck the tie back in, smoothing the now wrinkled material with her Y2K duck nails.
You’re stunned as you watch Mingi immediately take hold of her wrist decorated in a forearms full of pandora bracelets. “Let me change it again for you, sweet pea."
The nickname took the lady aback, as it did the same for you. If only it was directed at you, but in a different context, it makes any bad day better again.
“That guy right over there...”, he continues, pointing to one of the younger men that come in often- ‘a bad life’ you think. “he’s been wanting to buy you a drink ever since he got here.”
As she turns her head in the point of Mingi’s direction, he carefully releases go of her wrist carefully to not cause a mishap. “He’s kinda hot”, she says fanning herself with the loose hand, "Oh...but are you sure you won’t be upset sweetheart?”
Mingi lets out a light laugh, shaking his head no in the most nicest way possible. “Not at all pretty lady. I can’t interfere with potential love at first sight.”
She thinks for a moment and sighs when a decision was made. In moments she gets up from her stool to readjusts her previous adjustments. Pants, boobs, and the train of her fur coat.
For the first time she looks at you, and then Mingi again. In her mind you can tell she read over something in you that you couldn’t comprehend. But your instincts tells you, she knew something. “You’re a cute little fella. Keep that pink hair going, I just know somebody’s gonna love pulling that at night.”
Her smile grows wide as she waves in your direction, "Bye, honey. “I hope those drinks aren't the only thing you'll be mixin' up with tonight… if you know what I mean."
Oh, you knew.
You were nerve-wracked for Mingi to think the same with different feelings, unattracted ones. "Wow…and to think she isn't even drunk yet.", Mingi mutters as you both watch the pair initiate conversations.
“Was he really wanting to buy her a drink?”, you asked in curiosity.
“Nah, he’s been looking around for someone for the past half hour, and she obviously need some attention so…perfect match.”
"You are absurdly evil sir." You gaze at Mingi’s stark figure with his eyes trained on the new couple.
You take the time to admire his side profile, thinking about how his nose could fit into small spaces. Or how his lips could suck-
“I prefer to be called Cupid.” He turned his head to meet your hypnotic gaze, winking at you in surprise.
To your shock, and even Mingis, the next hour consisted of the couple grooving and grinding on the dance floor. Right after that skipped out in each others arm with a chime for the exit door.
“Cupid it is.”
“Ditto.”
…
The final boss, your mortal enemies, the hot girl groupies.
They always arrive together knit in arm, and they settle down at the front end rounded tables. In the midst of their original conversation they all catch a glance at the sexy bartender across the room.
Separately, one by one, they all come up to order drinks with an underlying mission to capture the thing inside Mingi’s pants. The success rate is usually zero.
A young woman, both your ages, walks up quick with confidence from her groups table. As much as you hate to admit, her white halter top and denim-distressed booty shorts could do a number on your chances.
What makes things worse is that at this time of night, the led pink lights come on. Which means the hues of Mingi’s spiky hair becomes more fluorescent than it is in the morning light. It brings on too much attention, and a great cause of more distraction from your duties.
As the cougar has done earlier, she leans over counter with to forge her boobs to the front of her chest. Except…she was a lot more obvious about her intentions.
She flicks her chin toward you, smacking her gum with a popping jaw. “She your girlfriend?”
Mingi looks back to see you flustered from the unwanted attention. You were supposed to make drinks and give it to him, to give to her. No where in that interaction were you supposed to be involved in any conversation besides complaints about the drinks.
He gives you an attractive smile with his full lips, tracking your face and body with his eyes. “Nah, she’d be lucky if she was though.” What kills you is that Mingi maintains the eye contact with you and not the girl. It pissed her off and you as well in a sense. Although on the inside did you feel so fucking confident.
Mingi’s way with words uplifted your self esteem from time to time. But damn was the girl in front of him furious, her self esteem was depleting, and so she had to resort in ringing the bell in desperation to redirect Mingis focus.
“Can I please get a strawberry lime margarita…and with a little sugar around the rim too, please? I like licking around the tip of it y’know?“ She traces the counter top in circles with the tip of her finger, flickering her tongue as she holds eye contact. “ It makes my tastebuds really happy…”
He repeats the order- the strawberry lime margarita with a sugar rimmed part. "Strawberry lime Margarita with a crystalized sugar rim.” He writes it down but doesn’t hand it to you like usual, instead he tells you to step aside so he can make it himself.
You could tell the hot girl loved that by the way she bit her lip while Mingi mixed things together. When he’s finished, he slides the drink onto the counter and directly in front of her chest. “Your drink that you ordered.”
Her focus doesn’t even land on the drink because she’s so caught up in his physique. "It looks perfect! Thank you, um…” she looks over his suit for a name tag to notice there wasn’t one. A open opportunity for what she’ll say next-“…what did you say your name was?”
"Well… I don’t recall you asking but-.” he leans over-the-counter, interlining his fingers on both of his hands as he looks her deep in eyes, “Mingi. If you must know."
The girl leans forward and cups Mingi by the chin, which he shows no discomfort in feeling. “You’d be lucky if I was your girlfriend, Mingi.”
“Oh yeah?…, He reaches up to pull her hand and hold it in his, pulling it toward his lips which you have to look away from to withhold any rotten jealousy. "Looks like I’ll be unlucky for the rest of my life then.”
You nearly twist your neck to see the baffled look on the woman’s face, she yanks her hand away and pulls her drink off the counter, spilling the slushy ice of the margarita on her sparkling white halter.
The girls from her table gasp as they watch the scene from afar, they all urge her to move to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
“Stupid jerk!” She says wailing, shivering as the blended ice falls onto her porcelain skin, making her top all red under the hot pink lighting. She looks at you as she speeds away to the bathroom and mutters, "What a waste."
It could've been the drink she spilled that made her say that, but eye contact conveyed her non-verbal message. The only problem is that you were there, and in the way. Perhaps she and Mingi might have had a chance without your presence as a scapegoat.
Mingi rises back up, straightening his broad back into place. As there were no other customers at the counter, he turned back to you and continued to give you that distinguished look as he leant back on the bartop. "I meant what I said about you though. Luck doesn't knock twice."
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REWIND
Life had became so boring to you that you fix your attention on other people’s happiness instead of manifesting your own.
It was a never ending thought, one that you wanted to escape from for just a moment. Which in turn lead you to sit on some pubs bar stool.
You watch the bartender come from the back with blinding hot pink hair, as much as that set him apart, you recognize the personality of his character. He was unapologetically himself and so helpful at the same time.
His hand was so fluid with every drink he mixed and poured over into the glass cups. Not to mention, he looked delicious in the pink lighting and his semi-formal undersuit.
After minutes of patiently waiting in your stool with no rushed timing, it lets you feen more to linger at his stature until he struts quickly to your stool.
“How ya doin today babe?”He arrives with a pen and pad, prepared to write down the contents of your order.
“Life could be better”, you reply nonchalantly with shrugged shoulders, “I suppose that’s why I’m here.”
He leans in to be more attentive, weighing his palm on the bar’s countertop with furrowed brows which were a lighter pink. “Well I hope that at least for the time you’re here, I can make it better.”
You blush as you fight off a geeky smile from taking up the entirety of your face. “I hope so too.”
You weren’t looking at him, but he let a smile just as big reveal on his own. He was so fawn that someone as pretty as you blushed because of him.
“Well, It’s a Thirsty Thursday and our special is an island vibe. It’s a blue sugar rock sour cocktail with vanilla whip shots.” He pulls out a menu from his so side to push it in front of your sulken body. “If that's not something that gives your interest a peak, then what can I get for you to drink?”
You've heard him reuse the line with multiple customers which made it easier to decide if you want the drink or put in a different order. As next in line you had your mind made up, but his presence and being the current customer has you contemplating your decisions again.
"I don't know what I want, what do you have please?"
He blinks at the menu and looks reluctantly behind him at the array of alcoholic drinks and mixers on the shelf. Then pointing to the tap on the bar. "Well what do you like doll face? I'll make you anything you ask me to babe."
The intimate nickname alters the nerves in your brain to make a unanimous decision, but at least you know what you don’t want. "I don't need anything strong because I need the energy. I prefer any of sweet drinks you have.”
“Oh I see.”, he says nodding slowly, likely because he’s encountered your type before. “How does something like a pina colada, a Mai tai, or a strawberry daiquiri sound for you babe?”
More decision making. The thing in your life that hasn’t exactly been your forte. You sigh, covering your stupidity with a small smile. “Can I just get all 3?"
“Damn…”, he trails off, scratching the back of his head which in result creates more spikes. “That is a lot of energy…but I got you babe, coming right up.”
“Yeah it's just that type of night, I guess”, you mumble, mainly to yourself. He leaves to pull on a pair of black gloves. He begins walking away to make your drinks but you stop him in his tracks.
He turns his head swiftly and walks backward to lean in with a close ear. You grow flustered at such a caring action, whispering your additional request. “Can I also get that special too please?” “Sorry…”
"Of course!” He says with a polite grin, “anything to make your night a little bit sweeter.” His piercing eyes leaves yours with two taps of his fingers on the bars top to go make all four drinks.
He later sets out a platter for your drinks and describes the flavors and mixes, even though you've seen every step with your never ending stare, but how good did it feel just to hear him talk.
“Thank you, they all look so pretty.”
He shrugs in shoulders lightly from the slight embarrassment that stems from your compliment. “I just wanted to see your eyes brighten up and that genuine smile, you look so upset coming in here.”
Your act was tucked behind the curtains as soon as he brought your true emotions into the light. “I was. But I’m better now because of you, thank you.” You lift up the specialty drink, offering the sweet cotton candy haired bartender a cheers.
He reveals a wide tooth smile, one that you found adoring to compliment his handsome nature. “No problem. It’s what I aim to do.” He waves you off as he walks away to assist other customers. Later that night he comes back to wipe down the countertops, finishing last next to you.
You let out a deep, heavy breath and his attention was focused on your contentment from how good the drinks were. The room around you feels fuzzy as you began to grow tipsy, smiling like a maniac with whip cream and sugar on your lips.
“Did that hit the spot?,” he asks with a cute giggle.
“Hellllll yeah.” It was obvious the drinks had an instant effect, considering you chugged them all within a fifteen minute period.
In between shakes of the towel and drying his hands, he giggles once more as his eyes scans over your face. “Speaking of spots…you do got a little something right here.” He uses his thumb to swipe his own lips, explaining where he sees it on yours.
You mimic him, scooping bits on your fingers and licking the clean with your tongue. “Is it gone?”, you slur in a whine, growing sad to think you looked silly in the vulnerable state you were in.
He chuckles and shakes his head know as he points out more residue using himself as reference. “No sweetheart, here too.”
“Am I good now?”
It’s not gone, and he knows it, smiling goofily. “Looking sweet sugar.”
You smile with closed eyes likely because you’re so relaxed from the chilled drinks. You open your eyes in awe to the upbeat scenery and meet the bartenders eyes again, seeing he was already staring at you. “Are you guys hiring by any chance?”
“Yeah! We could definitely use another bartender, but the boss man is picky. Were you thinking about joining the crew?”
“If that’s okay with your boss then sure”, you shrug.
“I can make it okay.” He drags his hand from the bar top and holds up his hand to signal for you to hold tight. I’ll be right back sugar.” You watch him disappear to the back. Before you didn’t recognize it, but you feel yourself sadden again as you realize he was actually nice company.
A man, shorter and yet broader emerged from the back rooms. He surveyed the area until he spots you, pausing like he found what he was watching for.
“Are you this young lady I’m hearing great things about from this boy?” You nearly choke as you began to sober up, recollecting all sense of intellect you’ve lost from four alcoholic drinks.
“That I am.” You state enthusiastically while clearing your throat. How do I have the pleasure of knowing you?”
“I own the place, and I heard you were interested in the bartenders position.” You gape subtly at Mingi who stands behind one the wall, prompting you a supportive thumbs up.
“Oh y-yeah absolutely. I’m new in town and I’m looking for a fresh start. Hopefully at a fine working establishment like yours.”
“You got experience as a bartender?”
“Uh… “Mingis encourages you to continue with beckoning hands, then hiding behind the wall when his boss takes a look back to what you seem so lost in. “No, I do not.”
“So then, do you want to learn?”
You shake your head affirmatively without a thought. “Yes, of course! If I was given the opportunity.”
The muscle headed man ponders your interview like exchange. He walks away to the back once more before coming out with a feminine version of the bartenders uniform. “Come back here tomorrow at the same time you came in today, and with this uniform on.”
“Oh, thank you so much!”
“You’re not hired yet dollface.”
You wipe the smile clean off your face and nod like you have a great understanding of what you are exactly. “Right.”
The boss walks away once again to the back and Mingis cross paths naturally to meet you back at the counter. “Don’t worry, you are 100% hired.”
You cock your head to the side, blinking at a rapid pace to organize the thoughts in your mixed up mind. “But he literally just said I wasn’t?”
“He never hands out a uniform to just anyone babe. Then he told you to come back the very next day? He sees potential inside of you.”
You marvel in his excitement for you. It was like he pleaded for you to to be given the chance. “It’s all because of you, I cant thank you enough.”
“I’ll accept you coming in tommorow as a good enough thank you. Don’t let me down sugar.”
The next night you came in at the exact same time, with your formal button up blouse and trousers. You got to stand next to Mingi behind the counter as he gave you hands on training experience.
Even thought you were nearly drunk, you were lucky to land the job so easily. With the spontaneous opportunity you hoped to get closer to where you wanted to be.
Although meeting Song Mingi already led you off to a great start.
...
“Mingi get down before you buss that dense head open! I just wiped the damn counter down.”
You thought after that all the chaos and havoc would be gone after closing, but now and still is your coworker acting worse than all of the absurd customers put together.
He was standing on the countertop and jerking out pelvic thrust in mid air with a bitten lip.
“Mingi!”, you shout. He seemed to had finally get the hint as he climbed down. But he still remained on the countertop sitting with his legs over the edge.
“Sugar. Babe. It’s a Saturday night and we are the only ones here.” He holds onto your shoulders gently and peers into your eyes, stopping you from the unnecessary cleaning of already clean surfaces. “We can do whatever we want. You know that right?”
You peer back at him, nearly hypnotized to agree to every word that left his mouth. “Yeah sure. You mean you can do whatever you want, and I take the fall for it?”
You shrug his grip from you shoulders and step back with the towel in hand. “Okayyy, I get that boss man left you in charge. But we work at a bar that also has an entire kitchen behind it, and a freaking dance floor.”
Mingi gets down completely to stand closer in front of you peering down into your eyes once again. “I mean cmon, if i was in charge-“
“In which, thank goodness you’re not.”
He deadpans as you cut him off, but remains relentless in his persuasion. “Don’t you wanna let loose a little bit babe? “I mean, while we still have the chance.”
It was a exciting thought, to ‘let loose a little bit’, and you know how Mingi is always the life to a dead party, even when it was just you two.
With his charm you are coerced to give up and throw your hands on the air without any cares to give. “Fuck it.” Mingi cheers and jumps like he’s on trampoline with no control. “But, stop doing that! And because this is your idea, I’m not cleaning up after, deal?”
Mingi chuckles and stops immediately but proceed into a small harmless dance. “Yeah sure, no biggie. He waves your condition off blatantly as you try your best to master a stare that was intimidating, but you honestly didn’t have it in you. It’s party time sugar, Woohoo!”
Mingi swings an imaginary cowboy lasso in the air, turning his back to presumably wander to the kitchen to grab a few things.
“Here’s some of the hard stuff, and I know you might not want to drink it because of your sweet tooth. But I think it’s time you could stop being a baby, and party like an adult tonight.”
You spot the array of said hard drinks, none you see are keen to your liking. “I only drink the sweet stuff because it doesn’t hit as hard. Three shots of whiskey and I’ll start having out of body experiences.”
“That’s why you have to balance it, sugar lips.” He places a shot glass down. “One shot,” and with the other hand another glass. “One water.”
MANY SHOTS AND MANY WATERS LATER…
“I’m gonna throw up. I’ll be back, I’m going to the ladies room.” After some much-needed relief, you come back to the front of the bar soured by a special aroma.
You were going to ask Mingi what the smell was until you saw him and began to connect the dots.
“You perve! Don’t just stand there looking at me!” Your pervertedness came into play by staring at Mingi placing pepperonis over his shirt where his nipples are.
You shake your head and sit at the stool across from where he stood behind the counter. “Why would I bother looking at you, you’re a walking man child.”
“My mom thinks it funny…” He walks to the back counter to grab a round tray and settles it down between the both of you at the front counter. “Care for some pizza? It’s fresh.”
You’re quick to grab a piece, you could eat anything to fulfill your empty stomach. “Holy shit that’s hot!”, you flick your tongue, tumbling the burning ingredients in your mouth.
Mingi pays no mind as he’s busy swirling his tongue out for cheese, wrapping the muscle around the lengthy pull.
You watch him tentatively with his flexible he could move the muscle, another dangerous cause for distraction.“You’re still an idiot, even when drunk.”
He takes the first bite of his slice aas he bends his head downward to look at you fanning your burnt tongue. “Who says I’m drunk?”
You place your slice down on the tray, waving your finger to Mingi. “Noooo, you’re definitely…drunk.” , you slur.
He giggles and adore you as you try and eat more slices. “Alright sugar, let’s take a break.” He fills another glass of water and brings it out from behind the counter with him for you. “Let’s dance.”
Mingi placed on some music from your boss’s jukebox given that the DJ left and packed up not long after closing. Assumingly for another gig.
He walks toward you and gently grabs your wrist. It was the most softened touch ever, but your tipsyness overrides your sensory abilities and you yank away from his hand. “Give me a second dude! Don’t you ever get tired?”
He doesn’t take you seriously but he backs off in respect. “Party doesn’t stop until you drop babe.”
You fully turn around in the stool, reassuring him that you didn’t need any help until your nearly fall flat on your face. Fortunately, with Mingis quick reflexes, he could both catch the glass of water and you before breaking yourselves on the marble-wooden floors.
As soon as you reached the dance floor Mingi handed the drink of water onto you and undressed into his button up with a few tabs unbuttoned.
The most random of songs began to play out of your bosses jukebox. A Spanish song with bongos, maracas, and horns began to sound on the overhead and controls the groove of Mingis body.
“Cmonnnn, stop it! You look ridiculous.”
He looked anything but. He dances in salsa, pacing his feet forward and backward as his shirt exposes a bit more of his chest.“We’re the only ones here! ‘Sides, I know you like what you see…” ,he licks the side of his mouth, doing a spin as he pokes out his butt in your direction.
You couldn’t help but spare the slightest glance, but he didn’t get the pleasure of seeing it. “I already told you what I see when I look at you.”
“Yeah, when I had pepperoni nipples! Now you get to see the real things.” He does another spin move that allowed him to take off his shoes smoothly. He cha-chas while backing away, beckoning you to follow him with his two fingers.
It looked as if something else was conjuring as you gained in proximity, like he was alluring you into an inescapable trance.
“Ugh…get a grip, I’m not gonna keep chasing you.”
Your wrist is indeed gripped by him. In a pose of salsa duo, he pulls you tightly into his chest. “Gotcha.”
You were spunned, twirled, and even tossed in the air before you finally grew tired and Mingi decided to go solo. You got a hold of that much needed water and nearly downed it in one go.
You were gonna go back in for the remaining bit until you saw Mingi thrusting wildly and a wicked idea crossed your mind. In a playful manner you began to hype him up and you almost felt guilty for what you were about to do when you saw his gorgeous smile. But you do it anyway, and you’d do it again if you could see his soaking wet man tiddies.
He freezes in surprise, mouth agape as he looks down at his own body.“What you do that for?”
“Well I didn’t have any money…I was just cheering you on.”
Mingi scoffs, not believing a word you said to be reasonable. “Fine then. It’s your turn. He steps away to bask in the embarrassment you might feel in your performance. But inconsistently for him you were boosted by liquid courage. “That way it’s fair and square.”
“Whatever…deal.”
For your performance you wanted to convey a different vibe. To go through the list of songs, selecting Britney Spears, “I’m a Slave 4 u” as your pick.
You sway you hips side to side as you get in the rhythm, snapping your fingers along to the kickbacked drums.
♫ I know I may come off quiet, may come off shy.
But I feel like talking feel like dancing when I see this guy. ♫
During the lyrics you pull Mingi off from off the wall, and onto the VIP sections couch.
♫ What’s practical? What’s logical? What the hell who cares?
All I know is I’m so happy when you’re dancing there. ♫
Your arms wrap behind Mingis neck, and you boldly climb onto the couch with your knees on the side of his thunder thighs.
♫Baby, don’t you wanna…dance upon me? To another time and place.
Oh baby, don’t you wanna…dance upon me. Leave behind my name and age. ♫
You roll your hips mid air above his private to withhold any boundaries, feeling on his upper body in drunk fun while he stretches his arm on top of the furniture to watch the show in relaxation.
“I bet those dumb girls couldn’t give it to you like this right? Offering their bodies to you for you to please and nothing else. Selfish bitches.”
Mingi cocks his head in amusement. From the beginning to now you’ve been full of surprises.“Sugar…are you jealous baby?”
You sigh and pause as the song continues to maintain its sensual stance. “Yeah, so what? How would you feel if I had almost every single guy that came in here wanting to screw me?
You smooth your hand over his upper body once again, playing timidly with the flaps of his button up. “You probably think you could do so much better than them huh?”
He smirks with his quirked plush pink lips. “I know I can. But I can show you better than I can tell you pretty. Can you do better than those women say they can?”
You reflect his same expression, adding a quirked brow for a challenge. “I can show you better than I can tell you pinky.”
You lower yourself to move in closer to his lips, and you both meet each other half way, kissing personally in harmony.
In nervousness you pull away, contemplating the rushed fuse of your actions. “I didn’t, I don’t know if-“
“It’s okay sugar.” He smooths a hand delicately over your head. “I want you to show me. If you want to…can you show me? Please?”
You nod, advancing to your next move of running your hand between his chest and unbutton his shirt. At the last button you free it open revealing his slim waist, your relentless temptations enables you to feel it tense at your gentle touch.
You peer at him through doll eyes, growing shy from the intensive heat of the moment. “How far do you want this to go?”
He cocks his head while biting his lip, bringing up his fingers to lift up your chin. “I think I recall a little birdie saying they hope drinks weren’t the only thing you were mixing up with tonight.”
“Mmmm.” you hum playfully. “I also think the little birdie said someone would love pulling this at night too.” You run your fingers through his soft scalp, sticking up the colored short hairs.
“And an early bird…” he shifts his bulge up against your core, “gets the worm.”
A surge in your body makes you reckless in ripping off his pants, and he does a master job of taking them off his ankles with his feet which you fairly helped with.
You sat up to grow rid of your clothes, sunken to your knees when you were skin and bare.
He was already up and rock hard, but to see you gawking at the size of him and it nearly covering the entirety of your face made him impossibly harder. You take him in immediately pulsing at the base of him.
He groans at your teasing, lifting your head up to bob it downward. You look in between your eyelashes as you swallow him with a stretched mouth. His head was tilted back as his mouth outputs pleasured whining. You squeeze onto his meaty thighs when he began to twitch. You were gonna take him there to his climax, but he stopped you in advance.
“I have condoms in my pockets. Inside you is where I want to be.”
You smile and cupped his face before giving him a chaste kiss. You reach down to grab his discarded pants and dig through his pocket to find the condom. Never had you have a partner that wore the greatest size. You thought it might’ve popped off given how large he truly was.
You waste no time climbing on top of him and directing the tip of him on the inside.
You both moan in unison with Mingis arms splayed on the couch, and yours in his shoulders for support. The muscles of his hips buck you upward and shaking in mid air.
He groans as he cheers your bouncing on with slaps to your ass. He cradles your boob in his large hand hook his mouth onto your nipple, blowing it softly to watch it erect. You feel them harden and soften with every suck and blow. It felt so good that is was painful.
With every deep thrust you both grew closer to climax with the slick stimulation. Mingi came as he whines from the surging shockwave, his thrusting comes to a slow with the will to get you in the same place. He pulls out, making the cum filled at the top of the rubber visible.
You fall over on his shoulder as he carefully flips you over. He spreads you open to access you inner flesh to slip in his chained ringed finger, and slurp up your clitoris like a rabid dog.
It only takes a matter of minutes to have you convulsing and pulling at his sweaty strands. Mingi slams your body back onto the cushion with no urge to stop until he feels you on his fingers and tongue.
“That’s right sugar. Give me all the sweetness you’ve got. Cum for me babe.”
A squelching noise indicates your means of arrival. Mingi releases you and removes his mouth. His chained ringed finger follows afterward, a string of your slick drags along your spongy walls.
Mingi marvels at the sight as he turns his hand, smiling wide as you look at him with low lids in effect of your orgasm. “I know you said for me to clean up afterwards… but I say we both made a mess no?”
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HONGJOONG SMUT FIC RECS LIBRARY
disclaimer: I do not own any of these works and they do not represent the real kim hongjoong. all rights belong to the respective writers who made them.
all pairings are hongjoong x reader only.
further info is already stated in the main Library.
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Picture Perfect
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📷💖TAGS: Short but San is veryyy sweet 🌸Lots of fluffy fluff 🎀, mention of oral and masturbation, a lil bunny kink action 🐰 slight smut, and San as a dig bick nerd 🤓!
📷💖PAIRING: Nerd!San x Neutral!Reader, HOT!San x Photographer!Reader
📷💖WORD COUNT: 5.2k
📷💖A/N: I hope to push out more content soon. College has been a major setback for me but there are a lot of drafts in the making!
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As you pounce around your apartment, you manage to grab the things you need for your class's reunion party tonight.
Your best friend was the host and had requested for you to take pictures as you used to do in your school days. You were so good that the school had asked you to take everyone’s picture for the graduating year.
After that, in your early adult life, your career of picture taking didn’t escalate to where you thought it be after all these years.
It was difficult being your own boss as vague as that sounds. Your clients can be unreasonable at times, and your schedule is always tight.
Luckily for tonight, you’ve managed to get your shoots done early today in perfect alignment with the later occasion.
Upon arriving, it was convenient for you to obtain a reserved spot in your best friend's 12-car garage. In other words, you would’ve had a hell of a walk carrying bulky camera equipment across a road of a walkway to a five-story mansion.
You felt proud that your friend had managed to acquire such an easy-going and luxurious lifestyle. Even if you were still working toward that point yourself, you still felt a sense of accomplishment as their dear friend.
With your parking spot you could enter the house from an alternate entrance, the quiet concrete space sounded still compared to what was going on inside.
It’s been a while since you've seen everyone. You were nervous spite of the fact, but you were always on good terms with your peers.
You take a deep breath and slung your tripod over your back, and adjust the camera pack on your shoulders. You turn the door knob and enter what was the back door to one of the kitchens.
It wasn’t long until you had recognized a few people who had already recognized you.
To your disposition, you were adruptly stopped into a general conversation. It was about 7 minutes long in a discussion of the progressions you’ve made in life with your former classmates.
You were saved from diving into a new topic of discussion when your best friend had walked in.
…
“Hey you! Why didn’t you tell me you were here?!”
A breath of relief releases from your lungs as she stood there in a bedazzling dress, looking like the brightest super star in the whole oversized house.
Well I would have but as you can see, I got caught up, you communicate with kind eyes.
“I guess it slipped my mind. I’m just excited to see everyone again tonight.”
As your best friend, she could obviously read your nervousness and could tell that the initial conversation made you feel overwhelmed.
Especially with heavy pounds of camera equipment crushing into your entire backside.
“Well hurry and come further inside so I can help you set everything up! That way you can take those pictures and mingle for a bit.”
You nod and follow her out to the kitchen to the central area of the party to set everything up in shape. Her immediate action was to take the tripod off your back while you set up everything from the duffle bagged camera pack on your shoulder.
“You’re too nice. You need to let people know what’s convienent in your time, like those arrogant clients you have.”
“Well you know I’m a people pleaser. My whole job centralizes around people.”
“I understand that. She says, snapping the locks of the tripods legs in place. “But never forget that you are a person too.”
No matter what anyone said that was envious of your friend's success, she always remained to be true to the person she was to you and better.
You finish by plugging in the ring light to illuminate your background. As tonight is a reunion, you came up with the bright idea of recreating Polaroid cards that everyone loved you for in your school years.
It was a regular white background, but your decorative expertise made the printed Polaroid photos look anything but regular.
What made you adore your friend even more was that most of your former classmates brought in those photos, in perfect condition, and to keep them after all these years made you gleam at your best friend from across the room.
After many reminiscent discussions, catching up, and strings of sticky glued mess from decorating, you were ready to call it wraps for the night to “mingle”- as your friend suggested.
Truthfully, you didn’t know how to mingle without photography being involved. As if someone had read your mind to prevent you from becoming a disaster of yourself, you heard your name before you pulled the ring lights plug.
“Hey! It’s great that you still do this kind of thing, I always knew this was meant for you.”
You watch as he walks into the light, glowing apart from the dim party lights.
Choi San, the school’s nerdy sweet boy that made your heart throb. He wasn’t any other girl's trope, but that only meant better for you to have him for yourself. But you were always hesitant to let him know how you felt. Even now.
“Choi San?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t recognize me…”
You flicker your eyes up and down as you take in his black and white suit and tie. He always overdressed for any occasion, but that was one of many things you loved most about him. Not to mention, the boldness of his comb-over hot pink hair.
“No- it just- you grew up so well.”
"As did you.”
He smirks at you so hard to the point that a dimple comes into view in a small shadow due to the works of lighting.
“Yeah, I guess photography was always my way of capturing life with my eyes. It’s great that I can look at everyone when I want and relive those memories.”
Besides the fact that it takes you back to way back when, it makes you weak to the knees from the way he looks so good now, his intense gaze makes you overthink every word you said.
“Oh wait- that sounds really odd right?”
His smile grows larger, and another dimple is engraved in his slim cheekbones underneath the light. “I like odd. It’s boring when things are casual, and even.”
He walks past you and goes behind the camera to analyze your setup. He nods his head in approval with his hands in his pockets, then slides another one out to tap on the stool. “Mind if I do?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Thanks.”
You make your way back behind the camera to take his picture, secretly trapped by his beauty in your viewfinder.
His smile never came back down in any subtle way, which made you eager to just kiss him right there.
“Your teeth are nice but, can we recreate your old picture and just use your lips? Maybe… poke out a dimple?”
“Uh yeah… sure thing." He closes his mouth, smirking directly at you at first before you had to redirect his eyesight to the camera lens. You managed to capture his essence in a still frame with a final click. “My teeth are nice hm?”
“Um yeah… they’re nice”, you mumble, completely nerve-wracked. “It’s a bit of a shame though, but maybe we can use it for another photo." You awkwardly walk sideways to print out the photo as you transfer it from your friend's laptop. “Here’s your pic.”
He looks at the pic in his strong hands, standing back up again with a smile wide as he looks back up at you, slipping the smaller image into his front blazer pocket.
“Sounds like a plan.” If it wasn’t so quick you would’ve caught his glance at your lips, but yet you couldn’t even register that fact he’s talking to you now. “So, you still decorate Polaroids?”
“No, not really! It’s just for the occasion. It’s kind of out of style now so…”
“Oh no it’s totally in now! But no matter who else does it, I always said Y/n started it, and they do it best!”
“Awe thanks. You’re so kind, as always.”
Another smirk of his sly on by, a one-sided one that could potentially do more damage than the normal one. He wands his finger in the air, referring to the space around you. “See you around?”
“Yeah”, you nod. “I’ll be ‘mingling’ in just a few minutes.”
San breathes out a light chuckle, looking you up and down without hiding it before turning to walk away.
…
It didn’t take you long to pack things up as it does to set things up, but from your previous interaction, it made you more nervous to get out into the crowd.
With your luck, as you venture off to find your best friend, you walk into a drinking game in one of her family rooms, decorated with gold strobe lights illuminating the vintage furniture. She started it, of course, and you see San again, standing tall and relaxed on a back wall while everyone else is seated in a circle.
You approach the circle slowly, and yet your best friend manages to sense your presence. She turns around and opens her arms to bring you in to join the game.
Spin the bottle, it was.
Even as grown adults, here you are, still playing childish games.
San then decided to join as well. He taps on someone else’s shoulder to sit right across from you.
“This is for all the single people, your friend whispers, “…this is your chance to finally just go for it!”
You begin to scold her in response, but it startles you when everyone begins to drum roll on the ground for suspense. The bottle gets spun and starts turning in rapid rotations.
San finds comfort in making eye contact with you. You were the only ones not drumming on the ground, or cheering in excitement.
As some sort of messed up fate would decide, the bottle lands between you…and San.
“Well look at that”, a random classmate says, “…the two smart kids, Y/n and San!”
“If you don’t kiss, you have to feed each other a shot!”, a classmate shouts.
Without any thought, you immediately grab onto a shot glass from the middle table and pour it up for the both of you, all the way to the very top.
San follows your lead as you hand him a filled shot glass, rising on your knees.
All you had to do was pour the drink into each other's mouths. A simple task, but the fact that it was San made you slow to understand.
“I got it.” San grabs hold of your wrist with his gentle touch using his free hand. He places the rim of the shot on his rose-pink bottom lip, then nods at you to do the same.
You begin to follow him then, and when he gives you the signal, you tip the drinks upward into each other's mouth as you both tilt your head backward.
The strong scent of liquor infiltrated your nostrils through the wrong pipe, causing you to start having a coughing fit, and accidentally pulling San down on top of you.
“Sorry!”, you both say unanimously.
He rises from atop of you to pull you back up, but you are already quick enough on your own to scoot back into your spot.
“Well!”, your best friend suits from beside you, “the tension in here is suffocating!” She looks at you, reading over the bloodshot redness on your face. “Say y/n, are you okay with taking a group photo for everyone?”
“Y-yeah”, you stutter, “of course.”
“Great!”, she claps. “We should all take one.” She points to the area behind her while looking at everyone on the floor, “On the couch everybody!”
Everyone uncrosses their legs with moans and groans from the stiffness, one of the naturalist things that comes with your age.
“Oh! I need some time to set up still, it’s sort of dark in here.”, you explain while standing up.
“I can help you.”
You look to follow the voice of San, seated on the edge of the couch with drunk girls tossing themselves all over him.
“You don’t have to, you can just- stay right there.”
“It’s okay love… I insist.”
“AWEEEEE!”, the girls whine, forever being allured by San’s sweet heart and his looks.
Conversation between your classmates had naturally begun to pick up again. The task of setting everything up was two times quicker, but with the underlying tension, it felt longer.
As he isn’t too familiar with cameras, Choi San followed your lead once again.
Your hands occasionally touched as small murmured apologies would simultaneously be spoken between the two of you.
You were so immersed that you didn’t even notice your friend grinning as she watched. It was like watching you two as kids all over again.
When you had finally set everything up, you both rose from the floor at the same time, thumping each other's heads.
“Ouch!”, you exclaimed.
“Sorry.”, you both say.
“Hey, Sannie! Come sit with us for the picture!”, the girls scream, messily waving him over as they struggle to make room for another.
You step back to hide behind the camera, snapping threads of photos when everyone is ready to select the best ones for later.
“Y/n!”, your friend yells. “…you’ve gotta get in at least one of these!”
“Oh, no.”, you shake your head. “I don’t think there’s any spots left for me on the couch left anyway”
“You can have my spot.”, San calls you to again.
“It’s okay. I’ll stand behind the couch… it’s not that big of a deal.”
“AWEEEEEE!”, the girls whine again.
“I will too then.”
“AWWWWWWEEEEE!”, they whine obviously for another time.
“Okay, that’s enough everyone! Your friend sits in an annoyed tone. “Are you ready Y/n?”
“Yeah, one sec. You run behind the camera and run being the couch holding up a 3 with your fingers. “Alright, Reunion on 3!”, your friend announces.
“1, 2, 3. REUNION!”
You feel an arm snake around your shoulder, and you naturally grabbed on to it for the picture. One thing you hate as a photographer was noticing yourself in awkward tension in photos. So you’ve trained yourself not to be.
After the picture though, you felt like melting into the floor so you didn’t have to move forth with embarrassing yourself with Choi San tonight, you were consciously trying your best to bring up a plausible excuse.
“Was that okay? I apologize.”
“No you’re so fine. I mean- no- trust me, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure?”, he questions, looking over the mixed expression on your features. “It kind of happened naturally, but if it made you feel weird then-”
“I grabbed onto your arm anyhow, so if you wanna be real here, we both did it without checking on the other.”, you state with shrugged arms. “You see, we’re even.”
He closes the space and walks up to you and grabs your hand. “I like odd. It’s boring when things are casual, and even.”
“If you’re okay with it, I like to take you to someplace else. It’s walking distance, so don’t be wary.”
“Sure.” You look around to see everyone falling on their faces. “I could use some fresh air.”
..
You walk arm-in-arm across the city’s bridge with pretty city lights, and yet you're still confused about which view you like best with a beautiful man at your side.
He abruptly stops in his footsteps to unlink your arms, pulling his smartphone out of his pocket.
“If it’s okay”, he looks down, flipping his phone in his hand with nervousness, …"I want to take a picture of you at this moment. I feel like- as much as you take pictures-you hardly capture the beautiful moments with just yourself.”
You blink at him rapidly in astonishment, luckily for you, the occasional strong wind was enough reason to blame if you cried.
“That’s okay, thank you for that.”
He nods with a smile, encouraging you to pose against the railing in front of the waters and sky-high bright light buildings.
“You make the camera look good!”, he shouts, eyes being covered by the phone but his dimples peak with his toothy smile.
After a few minutes, you push off the railing, and San stands up to show you the results. It was fair for a beginner you thought, but the fact that it was San who took it made your heart pick up in pace. You looked at peace with yourself.
You take San’s place after reviewing your pictures and give him pro tips. During his photo shoot, you offered him poses which he perfected on his first try. Simply because he was so perfect.
At the end, he struts toward you, even when the camera isn’t on him he looks like a model.
“The camera makes me look good.”, he says reviewing your photos.
“You don’t need a camera for that silly, you’re right in front of me!”
“I mean…”, your cheeks bloom again with red as you smack yourself in the head.
He grins wide again, coming to stand by your side to watch over the city. “Even with this amazing view, you shined brighter than all of it.”
“Wow-um, Thank you, you’re so kind to me San.”
“Don’t mention it.”
A few cars passed, but in between that was peaceful silence as you and San continued to watch the bright lights, buildings, and stars.
“You ready to go back sweetheart? It’s getting late, and I don’t want to keep you up if you have clients to attend to in the morning.”
It broke you a little bit to hear that even San knew you were a workaholic.
“Actually, I’m free all of tomorrow as well. I didn't know how intense the party scene would be, and I didn’t want to take any chances.”
“You didn’t drink all too much, did you?” His tone is guardian-like, an ounce of concern pours within every word.
“Not really. How about you?”
“Maybe one or two, but I really finished neither.”
“So… we’re both good to drive home then.”
For some reason the peaceful silence grows into awkwardness and shame.
“You live nearby?”, San whispers.
“Nope, it’s a couple of hours for me. I’m thinking about crashing at a ‘tel tonight. I don’t want to get lost trying to find her bathroom in the middle of the night.”, you point to the way of the party, referring to your best friend.
A hearty chuckle leaves his mouth as it bounces with his broad shoulders. “That’s really far.”, he acknowledges, …”and I completely understand that but…I have a spare bedroom if you’re up for it. It’s reserved for family and friends only- nothing weird.”
There were a lot more pros than cons you thought, but high school you would’ve thought otherwise. But your adults now, where’s the harm in going over a friend's house?
“I’ll take you up on that, I could save the money.”
“Sounds great.”, he says, holding out his arms for you to grab onto with your own, “I can save you gas too, and drive you back to get your car in the morning.”
“You would do that for me?”
“I would.”
…
Even if he changed on the outside the inside of his apartment showcased how much of a dweeb he still was and you loved it.
He walked you into the room you’d be sleeping in which was a slight contrast of his dweebiness but it still shows his personality nonetheless.
For pajamas, he handed you a t-shirt with the cutest Pokémon character on it and some black sweats. When you came out of the room from changing, you followed the alluring smoke of delicious aroma from the kitchen to find him sautéing a stir fry.
He changed from his formal suit to the casual wear of his black tee shirt and black sweats. But to you, it was anything but casual, because how can such a man look so sexy in something so basic as plain black clothing?
“It smells amazing in here, I’m actually starving.”
“There’s plenty enough for you here sweetheart. What kind of person would I be not to feed my guest?”
“I appreciate it. You’re the sweetest.”
“Of course.”, he moves away from the stove to hand you your plate as you both move into his living room to watch the movie you selected. “We will reserve dessert for later.”
It had been twenty-something minutes since the movie began and you couldn’t recap on what happened if San asked you to.
Dessert was severed right after dinner as promised, but was it wrong for you to want something else more?
“I’ll guess I’ll head to bed now”, you muttered, “thank you for everything, from taking me home and cooking a delicious meal.”
“Of course. He gets up from the couch as you do, “I’ll head to bed now too.”
“Good night, San.”, you wave from across the hall.
“Good night, Y/n.”, he doesn’t shut his door until after you do, which was a little intense because you kept gawking at him.
You can admit that everything was perfect. The bed was at the perfect standard between hard and soft, the sheets were clean, and the room was tidy and smelled nice. But later that night you couldn’t sleep, so you go to check on San to see if he was still awake.
You don’t think to knock on his door in case you might wake him up from good sleep.
However, what you didn’t expect was him sitting up in his bed with a night light and glasses reading manga.
When you come in he’s flustered and throwing the book somewhere across the room while he tosses his glasses on his nightstand.
“Sorry! I thought you were asleep!”
You rush to close the door and San struggles to reach you as his ankles get tangled from the sheets covering his bed.
“Wait, it’s okay!” You open the door slightly with only one eye in appearance, idolizing San’s unbelievable frame. “Is everything all right? Did you need anything?”, he says in a rushed tone.
“I just-honestly, my nerves are bad and it’s hard for me to settle in at other people’s houses.”
“Oh! I’m sorry.”, he grabs a blanket from his bed to reveal another one, moving to stand in front of the edge, and closer to you. “You can take the bed in here if that’s better for you. I’ll make a pallet on the floor.”
“No that’s okay!” You wave him off between the cracks. “Maybe I’m just paranoid.”
“I promise, it’s alright.” He walks much closer to you now, taking his grip on the door and opening it wide to your exposure. “Please…I insist.”
You walk into the room, looking between the hard wooden floor and his fluffy bed which was also dressed in black. “How about we just share the bed San, that way no one has to be uncomfortable?”
You’re both adults… you can handle it, right?
“Um sure, yeah. He tries the cover back down onto the mattress as you close the door behind you. “If you’re comfortable.”
“I am, are you?”
“Yes.”, he confirms, then settling in as he sits up, waiting on you to join in.
“Good.”
“Good.”
You make your way in and San turns off his nightlight to finally get some rest, the both of you turning in the opposite of ways.
Unexpectedly though, you both turn opposite again at the same time, and your lips become magnetic in an inevitable connection.
You both pull away on your last breaths, gazing into the other's eyes, and pulling your bodies closer.
“Can I tell you something?”, you both whisper at the same time.
“You first.”, you both say again.
San takes the initiative to start before you this time, hovering his hand above your cheek in which you take hold of as soon as the opportunity presents itself. “I’ve been waiting to do that since high school.”
“Me too”, you confess. “I think…no- I know I like you.”
His eyes brighten and he begins caressing your soft flesh. “Same here.” In seconds you begin kissing again, never ending until before you take each other's breaths away.
It actually began to escalate into something more afterward. You both felt like you had to continue touching the other in one way or more.
San began to pull the plug as he stopped himself from pulling your shirt over your head. “I uh… we don’t have to-”
You immediately silence him with a kiss, pulling the remainder of your shirt that was left on your body yourself. “I want to with you, please.”
“Why would i ever say no to you?” San moves over on top of you, trying to get to know your body more from its every angle. “Where do you want me?”, he asks, mainly because he’s unsure where to start himself.
“Anywhere and everywhere, please?” Your reach up to touch a long strand of pink behind his hair and smooth your fingers along his jawline.
“Anything for you my sweet.”
He then makes the move to firstly bend down and kiss you on the head, making his way down directly to where your pleasure erects.
“Wait!”, you whisper above what was considered normal, startling San you come to a complete halt. “Glasses.”
He scoffs and climbs his way back up to your face. “Don’t tell me you have a kink for glasses.”
“Only when you put them on”, you sensually remark. “It makes you look even more delectable.”
“Is that so?”, he devilishly grins, “Hand them over here then.”
He slides on glasses as he looks deep into your eyes. Embodying the nature of a DILF like no other, perhaps that’s another kink you only have with him.
San moves downward again to your sex, pursuing straight into action. With the skills of his lips and tongue, her was able to suck, twirl, and eat every bit right out of you until his glasses are smeared with your cum, and your legs are quivering in instability.
“So it’s true”, you mumble, sucking back in every breath you give out. “…nerdy boys do give the best head. I wonder if the big dick part is true or not.”, you grin, letting your sex drive take wheel off every previous challenge.
San lets up and pulls onto the string that flatters his waist, pulling the down as the fabric loosens and stretches. “I’ll let you be the judge of that.”
His shirt selfishly covers him with he reveals himself to you, sticking up hard underneath black cotton. But he reads your desperate expression and relieves your mind, taking his shirt off to sire him all to you.
“Holy fuck.”
San leans down to your ear and lightly kisses its outer shell, while the tip of his meaty cock taps on your abdomen.
“What do you think my love? Are the rumors true?”
He pulls apart from you and you follow the front of his face, shaking your head in disbelief. “I think they underestimated you.”
“Good answer, you’re not as dumb of a bunny as I’d thought you’d be.”
Your breath hitches from the ticklish feeling your body shivers from in hindsight. “B-b-bunny?”
“That’s right baby, that’s what I’ll call you, my little cock hopper.” San flips you over to leave you the role of being top, and yet he takes the lead by plunging his dick right into your sweet spot.
“Oh my- fuck!” Your eyes flutter as your mouth gapes open wide, gripping on his sheets and printing your claws.
He wastes no time to push in and out of you. Your beauty has driven him to insanity. But your noises and cuteness brought him over the very edge.
“Bunny do you know? unghhhh- how many times I- gosh- got a hard on in class and had to go to the bathroom- shit- because of you?”
“No, I’m sorry”, you whine. “Did you ever-fuck- do it? Rub it off?”
He growls at your inquiry, thrusting in hard and much deeper than before, forcing you to jerk forward. “Did I?”, he laughs darkly, “Why do you think I was nowhere to be found every lunch period? You think I was eating on the floor-arghhh-somewhere?”
“I would’ve assumed so but..if you needed my help Sannie, then you could’ve just asked y’know?”
“You would’ve did that for me Bunny?”, he whimpers, reaching up to caress your unattended skin.
“I would’ve Sannie. That cafeteria food was nothing to miss out on anyhow.”
The both of you laugh from the recall of freezer burnt fries and overcooked pizza.
“Fuck, bunny. I wished I would’ve talk to you sooner.”
“We can make up for lost time, Sannie.”
“Have you ever thought about us being together? He starts to thrust slower, eager to hear your thoughts. Like… in a relationship?”
“I always have too”, you conquer. Even now.”
He almost comes to full-stop, gazing up at you with furrowed brows and lost eyes. “Will you be mine then Y/n, please?”
For the first time tonight, you show your teeth with a wide smile. “With pleasure.”
The two of you meet halfway in a warm kiss. San starts to pick up his pace again, faster and harder, plunging into your hole as he holds onto your neck so you can never let go.
Your releases and his collide together like a shockwave, leaving you both to just collapse on one another and breathless.
“You’re mine now, no take back-sees, he teases, kissing your red-hot flustered cheek.
“I’ve waited this long Sannie”, you say lifting your upper body to smooth wet hair from his forehead to uncover the handsomeness that is his precious face. “As if I would ever.”
…
In his bed you lie peaceful and calm, deblocking the things you wish you would’ve done with the beautiful things you have.
It made you come up with the idea as you tap on San’s muscle-tight arm to be released from your waist, to which he whined and babbled about.
You bend down to retrieve your clothes that was left discarded at his bedside to fish into your pockets.
You pulled out the pink tube and applied it to your lips, then went into San’s front blazer pocket to find his Polaroid.
San has watched you carefully from the lipstick to the point where you kissed his picture. One on the cheek, the other, on his neck.
“Is that a decoration for my Polaroid?”
“One of them, I’m not done yet”, you giggle.
You began to write, ‘SO HOT’ and ‘call me!’ with your new phone number attached. Around the border, you added pink hearts to compliment his hair and complete the image.
“There, now it’s done.” He sits up as you tilt the picture in his direction. “What do you think?”
He grabs onto the square laminated photo, evaluating every design. “Nobody does it like you baby. It’s picture perfect.”
…
The night continued on with you giggling with San as you shared your embarrassing crush stories with each other, contemplating why the hell you both didn’t say anything sooner.
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A/N: This was so fun to create! I hope to post more stories soon! 💞
Much love,
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Drivin’ Me Crazy
🚦⚠️ PAIRING: Yunho x GNreader!
🚦⚠️ SUMMARY: As you begin to break away from the bonds of your billionaire father that has always held you back, you found a newfound respect for Jeong Yunho, his personal driver, who had unknowingly changed your life for the better.
🚦⚠️ WORD COUNT: 12.3k
🚦⚠️ TAGS/WARNINGS: Daddy issues x9999746564545664, passing of mother, angst, name calling, spanking, fingering, choking, spitting, & creampie. Uses of darling, slut, and baby. Cutesy parts with fluff, exploration of kinks.
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While, unlike the dramatic tale of Rapunzel, you are permitted to leave the home you were raised in to venture freedom. However, the means by which you can obtain that freedom is limited and overruled by your father.
It’s always been about him, the billionaire made from profitable expenditures that drags you along on his several business trips.
It is you, ‘the child’, who has not been taught to fend for themselves, compelled with the only choice to follow his suit.
Even as his one and only child, people weren’t interested in who you were, a fact alleviated by your father’s intervention to appease everyone you befriended by showering them with gifts…or screwing their mothers.
To your knowledge, your mother passed away when she gave birth to you. In that regard, it is not ironic that your father cannot even look you in the eye, or manage to speak to you in a “domestic” manner.
In the past, you’ve had one too many step-parents to count beyond two pairs of hands. But not even one real parent you felt loved from ever, on a single digit.
From the day you are born, up until your non-thrilling adulthood, a flat rectangular sheet of paper with a printed value and a dead man's face continues to place before you, money.
You hated that it held so much power. That it’s truthfully so ordinary, but people feel that they need it because of its abusive rewards of control and greed.
‘People’ like your father.
It is only with money that a person can ride so braggingly across many cities in a sleek black Rolls Royce Phantom Sedan, concealing its interior with tinted windows that hide the drowsiness of your father by your side.
Meanwhile on your other side, sits his stiff tuxedo-draped bodyguard, focused with their gaze straight forward through designer black shades.
His employees are the ones you’re quite familiar with to be very serious in most aspects of your life. Not a funny bone in their body, specially built by the demands of your father’s purpose; to be the centerpiece of everything.
Thus, as you grow older, so does the despise you have for him. Evil thoughts conjure in your sensitive mind, some of which you have to control against the strengths of your wish to remain sane.
But even so, as you ride to the next big city for yet another business trip, you make it all about you this time, crossing the line of professionalism by provoking the only unguarded person inside the luxurious vehicle.
Presumably, you do not intend to inflict any harm, but rather a pleasurable honor to yourself which is fatefully ignored whenever you're in the presence of said billionaire of profitable expenditures.
Your father’s new hire, Jeong Yunho, controls the wheel of the Rolls Royce with precise concentration and smoothness.
Perhaps along with the great deal of attention provided to his black mullet-styled hair, or the dry cleaning of his uniformed vest, and the ironing of the underlying tight white button-up, black tie, and smooth trousers without a wrinkle in sight. In addition to cleanliness adds his accessory of a one-handed leather black glove steering next to his bare, veiny, decorative hand with ring bands, and best of all, the pretty jewels in the inner corners of his eyes as a feminine accent.
With the exclusion of Jeong Yunho, everything else was too short of being perfect. To you, he was exceptionally perfect.
You came so far as to remove every obstacle that could prevent your father's tyranny from spoiling him. Yunho was knowledgeable, kind, generous, and sweet. However, all your father could see, was a driving tool.
Thus, it was the ideal time to establish a relationship in the quiet atmosphere of the vehicle, which is the only place at which you can meet…and reclaim the freedom your father had claimed for you, and indefinitely… for him.
…
“Mr. Chauffeur, or, Yunho was it?” Your speech sounds above the AC blowing in the vehicle. In effect, there is a slight shift in your father's slumber, your bodyguard still remains seated stiffly, but the man to whom you were speaking to glances at you quickly through the rearview mirror, nodding in acknowledgment as the front pieces of his hair softly sways, and then he ever so professionally resumes eye contact onto the busy road ahead.
“This may sound forward…” you continue, reviewing his beautiful physique once more as your gaze locks at his ring, specially wrapped around his ring finger. “But I was wondering, Yunho, if you were married by any chance?”
Your father snorts loudly and slowly awakens from his nodding off, yet the stagnant bodyguard's expression remains the same. Yunho, the chauffeur, proceeds to be unfazed, smirking even. Despite this, it was a minor tactic to ensure your father was alert to your next set of words.
“As you may know…dear father is recently divorced, and I was just wondering if you could maybe just provide him some stable relationship advice, you know, man-to-man.”
Your lips bunch in prevention from grinning as the bodyguard moves for the first time since you’ve sat in the backseat. In the brief moment of attempted adjustment for comfortability, they then adjust their shades upward with the tip of a pointer finger, sniffing loudly through their nostrils.
At the same time, your father has sat up and is taking a quick scan of all areas of the vehicle. He is observing the shift change in the enclosed space before glaring at you harshly.
“Y/n, what’s gotten into you?” In response, you shrug carelessly and he averts his gaze to the charmingly focused expression of his newly hired chauffeur. “You’re not obligated to answer that sir…”
Your father then hardens his apologetic gaze into a dark one, directly toward you as he turns in his seat. “Also, it’s Mr.Jeong. I thought I taught you when you were small that you always call our associates by their last names. Have some respect, child.”
With his one handed glove, the tan and handsome driver turns the wheel toone-handed make a right, looking both ways to ensure that he or anyone else does not risk your safety, a basic responsibility of his duties.
“That’s quite alright sir, I understand.” Your attention is drawn to the cherry lips that move with the suddenness of Mr.Jeong’s honey-drizzled voice. In the short time, it takes after completing the turn, he glances quickly at you in the mirror, his smirk never leaving, and the reflections of his eye jewelry gleam from the sun like a frame-by-frame animated effect. “The answer is no, I am not married your legacy.”
If it weren’t for his amusing response- or good looks, the name your father had assigned him to give you in the boast of his ego would have triggered you greatly. Yet you smile in glee as you observe your father exhaustingly adjusting his suit blazer.
His heart sings with relief that your preposterous question didn’t blow things out of proportion, and he exhales a deep breath before settling back in for his nap.
Your mischievous outlook on his actions leads you to see the situation as an opportunity to disturb the peace once more. You actively gain closer to the Chauffeur in front by moving your ass to the edge of the seat, gripping the passenger headrest, and arching your back extensively for a lengthier reach. “So a partner then…or maybe a fiancé perhaps?”
“Y/N.” You hear harshly whispered on your left side. Then looking back a quarter over your shoulder to shrug at your father as if you didn't see the problem in asking.
“Neither your legacy. I am not seeing anyone as of current.” It’s inescapable to not stare into the rearview mirror when the authoritative and single man states his response rather bluntly. He flickers his eyes to meet yours in the mirror again for seconds longer, allowing you to catch a small smile that dents into his defined apple-like cheekbones.
It intrigues you to think that maybe he finds this as amusing as you do, because working with your father certainly doesn’t come with this much excitement.
“What about kids?” An upcoming red light makes him slow to a stop, allowing him to directly response to your question. “I have not bred any children yet your legacy.”
You remove your hand from the passenger seat's headrest and fully lean forward, nearly folding your body in half with your arms crossed against your chest, and onto the middle counsel to further enclose the space in between you two.
A tap on your lower back pokes onto your spine from your father but you ignore it while a sly smirk masks onto the lower half of your face. “Really? So a guy like you, is living a life like this…all alone?”
“Well yes…It’s been like that for quite some time now your legacy. In any case, I believe independence should not always be perceived so negatively. I’m free enough to create the life I want to have for myself.”
In the blink of an eye, his head turns so quickly that you do not notice the sudden movement of direct eye contact. Without warning, you are compelled to lose yourself within those brown orbs without knowing what you are searching for.
It was as if he was trying to communicate something with you that weighed heavy on the brain. You were thrown so high for a loop that you had almost slipped up and forgotten the hidden objective you were trying to accomplish here.
In another blink his eye gems encapsulate a green hue in his interest corners, then snapping you out of a trance. “Green light.”
The charming male regains feel of the wheel and rolls his eyes forward with the never leaving smirk as he hits the gas with a heavy foot. If you hadn’t leaned forward already, you would’ve flown to the front with him.
But in either case, it would’ve been a win-win.
…
It is easy to identify the destination from about two blocks away due to the valet parking belt that secures the building in front. It is for this reason that your father must ride in his Rolls Royce.
Like it’s his own red carpet, he arrives fashionably on decent timing so streetwalkers, service workers, and even business partners can rightfully adapt to his presence.
A speedy Jeong Yunho unbuckles his seatbelt, steps out of the car, and runs around the front of the vehicle to move onto the sidewalk to reach in front of your father's door. He opens it entirely with a leather glove hand, allowing your father, you, and his muted bodyguard to get out to showcase your status.
“Thank you, Mr.Jeong, We will see you later tonight at 9 o'clock sharp.”
“Of course, as previously requested sir.” After your father makes his way out, it takes you a bit longer to come out than usual…almost like you're purposely taking your sweet time. The bodyguard behind you tries to give physical assistance but you insist on handling it yourself.
“Child, it’s important that we make a great first impression by having fine time management.”
“Why yes, my dearest apologies father.” You make yourself ‘unstuck’ from the invisible force that held you bound in the backseat, finally making your way out the door and turning alongside the tall dark, and handsome Yunho, who remains holding the door until…oh no, you accidentally trip and collide into his broad arms.
“Careful! I mean-excuse me your legacy…are you alright?” As you look up at him with what you perceive to be pouty eyes, an old trick that has grown out of whack long ago with your father, Yunho nearly apologizes again, but you cut him off as you stare into his bedazzled eyes whispering, “Drive safely, it’d be a waste if I couldn’t talk you again."
As perplexed as his fluttering eyelashes read him to be, the big friendly giant manages to respond effectively. “I always do”, are the words in which you hear under his breath that only waves in sound inside your close distance. “Hopes for a great evening your legacy.”
Standing beside the hypervigilant bodyguard that guards him, your father nods to Yunho behind you before walking forward to enter the building and unforgettably leaves you behind.
Perhaps your attempts at ‘savoring’ Yunho and simultaneously inducing your father’s frustration were a little extreme…
But to you, it seems like everything was going according to plan.
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A FEW DAYS LATER
“Mr.Jeong.” Your father nods in greeting to Yunho who holds open the car door as usual. “A pleasure to assist you again sir.” Your father smiles at the driver's greeting while subtly fixing his tie, then joining the inside of his fully owned luxurious car with another one of his bodyguards.
You’re trailing a few steps behind him while stumbling to catch up. It seemed he had a tendency of leaving you behind more often lately, not that you are bothered by it anyhow. Especially when you can talk to Yunho even more so as you reach to stand in the way of the opened car door.
“So you’re still alive huh?” The statured man switches his extensive legs and looks toward the ground, scooping his neck to look right into your eyes, displaying his pretty white-toothed smile, and those cheekbones that hold the greatest balls of light. "That I am. I hope that doesn’t cause any inconvenience to the legacy.”
“Not at all…” You take the last digestions in seeing all of him in his well-fitted black waistcoat, trousers, and shiny leather boots until you arrive at tonight’s occasion. “It’s actually quite a pleasant surprise.”
For a brief moment, your breaths mix as you stick one leg in the backseat, coming into the car sideways and meeting Yunho face to face. Not even a minute after you get comfortable seated, he closes the door and does his little jog around the car. Never did you take your eyes off of him even through the window shield.
When the towering and ethereal man enters into the drivers seat buckled and secure, he starts the vehicle immediately and steers onto the road.
Unconsciously you draw closer to the middle to see him, or rather, to make sure he could see you. It wasn’t long until you were talking again shortly, ignoring the groans your father made at your side.
“So, how’s your day been…Mr. Jeong?”
“Just fine your legacy, and yours?
“So good, so far.”
“I’m glad to hear it, your legacy.”
“Oh…are you?”
There was a slight increase in your father's groans, as he began to massage his temples tentatively in frustration.
“Of course. As a person of service-you and your father’s service, it pleases me to know you’re doing well your legacy.”
You’re moving more toward the middle, to make yourself aligned in the mirror for Yunho to view. “It makes me glad to know you’re doing just fine too. However, it’s just this one thing that’s been bothering me…Mr.Jeong.”
Much to your wanted expectations he glances carefully through the mirror attentively with brows furrowing in concern. To enhance your bothered attitude you cross your arms with a slight pout. “Could you not say your legacy after every sentence? I mean it can be annoyingly tedious right?”
While merging to another lane, he has time to respond to your question thoughtfully. Especially with your father wavering by your side. “I don’t mind it all, you’ve rightfully earned the title. But if you so claim that it bothers you, what would you prefer me to call you then your-”
“Y/n works just fine.”
“Does it?” Your father seconds.
“Yes…it does.”
“Child?”
“Father?”
He gives you a ridiculed stare that makes you sit back and stay quiet for the rest of the ride much to your father’s satisfaction, but for you to possession of the last word was enough in regards to satisfactory to yourself.
…
Even though you are the first to get out of the vehicle when you arrive at another business convention, you’re the last to go into the facility as you attempt to bid goodbye to Yunho.
“Drive safe Yunho, I’ll see you later tonight!”
Instead of a verbal response, Yunho bows deeply, and almost apologetically rather than the happy-go-lucky smile he generously gives after picking you up and dropping you off.
You notice his eyes are not meeting yours but rather right behind you. In following his sight, you spot your father next to his bodyguard through the building's stained blue glass. His hands are overlapped behind his back, appearing very unamused as if Yunho and you are being judged for pulling each other back from doing the things you should be doing.
You roll your eyes and turn to meet Yunho again, even with evil eyes hawking you two. It was only then you see Yunho opening the drivers door, stiffly putting a hand up in goodbye when your eyes briefly meet. He then moves into the vehicle, buckling up immediately, and starts the engine, pulling off in a matter of seconds.
Needless to say, he left you behind in dust with the only matter to attend to your obligated duties… ‘your father’s legacy’.
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ONE WEEK LATER
The chauffeur sits still buckled in the seat, holding the shifting gear with his bare leather-clad hand steadily, ready to pull off to attend your father's grand event tonight, a celebration at the Five Star Michelin restaurant he purchased downtown.
Whenever your father invests so much in something so special, it would be unbearable for him not to blow more money on a celebration. Just for the hell of it.
As his child, you should be happy for him. But you’re everything but, rather annoyed, pressed, disgusted. There was a feeling inside your gut that he had everything to do with Yunho's change of attitude from last week.
He wasn’t as cheerful as he once was, his responses to your flirtations were dry and brief, and he would barely look at you in the rearview as you attempted to talk to him.
But the difference with you today is that you decided enough is enough. Your father has brought you down in your most joyous moments, and it was long overdue for you to return the favor.
This time you’re sat right behind Yunho, while next to your father, who’s sat with another one of his bodyguards next to him. The particular arrangement was decided upon by your father for some odd reason. But you’re thinking, with your position being behind Yunho, he would not be able to see you in the car at all.
But he can still hear you of course…and that’s where your diabolical plan comes into play.
Through the space between the window and the headrest, you lean forward and hold onto each cushioned side on the back of Yunho's seat with both hands. His hands then grip harshly onto the steering wheel, turning his knuckles into the brightest tint of white.
“Nice to see you again Yunnie…can I call you that?”
Your father who sits in the middle stares directly into the rear view mirror, burning his laser-like vision through the glass, and reflecting its power back into Yunho's eyes, blinding him with fear.
“If it pleases you, you can call me whatever you wish. But-erm, however, it is still my honorable service to be the legacy’s dutiful Chauffeur.”
Yunho looks briefly through the rearview mirror, and your father gives him an appreciative nod. It was then that you had a favorable idea of exactly what was being done.
How cruel for your father to think he could maintain control of everyone else’s conversations with undercover telepathic signals, or more so, control of Yunho.
In fact, what he didn’t know, is that it couldn’t weaken your determination in the slightest, yet it does the complete opposite. One thing you’re good at is games, and so you play into his little diversion.
“Ughhh you are so unbelievably proper today Yunnie, it’s just Y/n remember?” From your perspective, between the small crack of his headrest and window, you can see that his grip on the wheel grows even tighter. It was then shortly afterward that his head began bobbling from the road, and then to the rearview mirror as he struggled to interpret all the mixed signs and signals. “What’s wrong?”
Suddenly, a hand grabs onto your shoulder and pulls you from Yunho's seat to your rightful one. “Don’t criticize him. The question you should be asking my child is; What’s right?” As if those tacky words of wisdom haven’t given you the ick, the second your father throws his arm around your shoulder does.
“Properness is something you should adapt to. The people would beg to converse with you more, and you’d actually have friends. Who then could potentially be fantastic business partners by the way.”
It couldn’t be anymore oblivious that he was trying everything to pin you down to a stump. To keep you from embarrassing him tonight, and acting out ‘unprofessionally and unethically’. Even though it hurts to admit it, your heart pounds vigorously from the slick venom he curated in his artificial advisory. But you’re not a ‘child’ anymore, you can’t be fooled, or kept silent with a jumbo lollipop.
You throw his arm from your shoulder in the nicest yet slickest manner possible, while simultaneously putting your arm around his shoulders. “I’m so thrilled to hear you say that father, which gives me this brilliant idea! Yunho here”, you gesture towards said man with your free hand, “…should come to the event with us. He can be my friend, and teach me how to speak with this ‘properness’ you want me to adapt to.”
The look of shock on your father's face as a result of something you wittily said is something you would die for, but it’s here, on earth, and oh if you had a camera on hand to picture this moment, you’d take it to the grave.
In the absence of an answer, he glances at his bodyguard, nudging the stiff arm with his elbow, and then unexpectedly bursts into a loud laugh, making you jump in your seat. “Absolutely NOT. it’s not a part of his assigned duties to be your ‘friend’. You can make those yourself easy once you learn how to clean up that act.”
Embarrassingly, almost like the child he called you to be, you uplift yourself from your seat backrest to meet his evil eyes with your timid ones. “But father-”
“No buts.” He places the back of his hand in front of your face like a flag of victory that makes you retreat back into the seat.
Even though you tried to refrain from being childish before, but you feel no choice to submit to it now. You grab onto his costly tuxedo blazer, throwing yourself and him side to side against the leather cushions.
“Ohhhh Pleaseeee. Please Please please please please please please please please-”
That's enough, child. I cannot believe you are acting in such a foolish manner." Having been yelled at directly in the face by a provoked outburst, you unhand him with a disoriented look on your face. You began to consider a different course of action while looking out of the tinted window. “Mr.Jeong?”
Yunho looks into the mirror, once, twice, and then thrice as he hears the authoritative voice address him. He has a fair idea of what your father is bound to ask. Unbeknownst to all of you, he’s internally contemplating how he should answer accordingly.
“Would you care to accompany us this evening, as my child-the legacy’s, plus one?”
The gears stop its scornful grinding in your head in the making of the underdeveloped plans to change your father's mind. Rather his question implicates a chance to control, yet you avoid showing the excitement from the thought as you hide your grin in the palm of your hand.
In the time it takes Yunho to respond, the nerve-wrecked chauffeur slows at a stop sign. In terms of location, you are all now across the street from an upcoming town featuring plazas and restaurants with an emphasis on quantity over quality. A reasonable assumption you all are close to where you need to be.
In the meantime, Mr.Jeong drives on the road steadily. Suspiciously though, he increasingly watches in the rearview mirror more than needed.
The gloss coating in his brown eyes becomes more apparent as they shift from person to person each time, unsure of the proper landing spot. “If it’s not a bother sir… I’d be honored.”
“Hmm.” That is all that can be heard when immediately following the drivers statement.
“Well then…you’re welcome to join us. Just make sure you park the vehicle in a safe space, and then you can meet us in the food court inside.”
For Yunho it was a difficult time deciding whether to smile or not, so instead he bows lightly with his head and tucks his lips in for a few seconds seconds. “Everything will be done just as you ask sir, and I will join the both of you shortly.”
“Thank you father.” You add while tucking in a bright smile of your own.
He waves you off, sitting back to relax the very last few minutes of travel with a few peeks of any sneaky interaction.
…
As your father was the personnel behind the main event, there was a stroll of people outside waiting for him. Photographers, business partners in other industries, and lower-class civilians who fantasize about your billionaire lives.
This made it difficult for you to maneuver inside at a reasonable time, but your father didn’t mind the extra attention of course.
As a result, Yunho's best interest lies in waiting for a clearing and using that time to find a safe place to park the luxurious Rolls Royce.
Meanwhile, after a good many minutes of the bodyguard growing extremely anxious about the commotion in you and your father’s space, you’ve finally all made your way into the food court. One would have expected another to just sit and eat, and there was that occurring as you came in of course…and a shitload of a billion questions about your father's next business endeavor, as if the current moment wasn’t celebratory enough.
A guest who is currently speaking to your father cut themselves off in something you believe to be rather uninteresting. “Did your legacy finally get married?!” The guestpointst in the adjacent direction, and thus you see your plus one.
Every time a boot hits the ground he leaves a mark in the room with a beautiful smile, the one that makes his cheeks mold into the roundness of an apple, the inside holding balls of light. In a moment you could’ve sworn a twinkle had shined over his eye jewelry. His mullet tail brushes over the soft tan skin of his neck with every step, oh how’d you love to run your hands over it all.
His strides come to a halt as he arrives by your side. However, that is changed when father moves him in between you two, patting him a bit roughly on the back. “Not quite yet, we have a lot to work to do before we get to that point.” He then looks specifically to Yunho laughing in his face. In return, the taller man shares a polite smile with the group, essentially keeping his cool. “Oh, but this is our wonderful Chauffeur, Mr. Jeong Yunho.”
Like clockwork, a shake of hands is conjoined right after another, and in courtesy, Mr.Jeong Yunho even bows afterward. “What a grand pleasure it is to meet you all.” A, “Likewise.” is said among the group…how humbling.
In just a few seconds you were forgotten because your father moved the focus elsewhere. To be specific, Yunho, a someone who has ‘less work to be done’. “Well then”, you awkwardly intercept, “Me and Mr. Jeong Yunho here are going to be conversing with our other guest. Please excuse us.”
Without thinking, you take him by the hand, wandering off into another group to join some other pesky conversation.
As a waiter passes by with a plate of champagne, you grab a glass for yourself and Yunho, chugging your own in seconds with a lack of grace. “Just nod and smile. This is how people usually conversate with my father since he obviously loves boasting about himself. I bet he’ll be so caught up in it that he probably won’t even bother to spare a glance.”
Contrary to thought, one of the most compliant and respectable soldiers to your father’s commands nods swiftly and begins to follow your instructions. In turn, you are so caught off guard by his loyalty that you nearly forget to follow your own instructions.
Yunho enacts his assigned roleplay with a swig of champagne. The bubbles cascade down his throat as he sticks out a pinky decorated in his embellished ring for class.
The arm in which he uses to raise the glass causes his waist-coated vest to crease, then revealing his bare chest underneath. It is growing to be a little sweaty, presumably from nervousness. His chest sinks and rises, causing patches of wetness to form on the white button-up that a nipple begins to peak-
“Alright, I think that’s enough.” In response, Yunho ceases to sip from his glass and inspects the inside with the tips of his large fingers, gravely observing the absence of any carbonated liquid present.
“I believe I’m feeling a little nervous, but the champagne is a great cause for distraction.”
You take in the view of how adorable he was being, observing the glass like it was a golden antique as if he was hoping for more champagne to magically liquify out of thin air.
Yet the lingering in your admiration doesn’t last as a waiter with a charcuterie board and olives in hand breaks your line of vision, offering the samples to the whimsical tall fellow, which he gladly accepts, and wastes no time shoving it full into his mouth.
As they smile wide and depart with a pleased look, your eyes follow them in disgust as you watch them walk into a different room with its entrance engraved into an archway. Behind it are swaying couples and even more champagne glasses in their hands. It encourages you to offer your hand to Yunho, consecutively wiggling it for emphasis. “I think I know where I can get you some more of that champagne big guy.”
“Really?” He speaks with a mouth full of food, in realization, he covers it quickly to keep in any more flying particles. You nod and tilt your head toward the archway. “And maybe we could dance a little, just to fit in?” Perhaps this idea could have sprung from your jealousy…but at least you’ll appear ‘normal’ and preoccupied.
An instant slap sound is made when his much larger hand intertwines your fingers together. The feeling is so soft, warm, and delicate. It’s not a touch you expected a chauffeur to have. He swallows the last bits of food in his mouth and removes his overly attractive hand. “That sounds delightful your legacy, I think that will work perfectly.”
You look down to see the link that has bonded you together in ways you never have before. Even more so you tighten it as you pull him toward the adjacent area where the classical music overrides your eardrums, you both look to your left to see that it is actually a live orchestra. To you though, it wasn’t all too surprising to see the extremities your father had organized.
As you pass by you move toward the champagne that is now stacked in a pyramid on a dress-skirted table, just outside of the dance floor. For a moment it’s a cleared space away from the other couples to give you privacy and peace. Which is perfect for what you want to confess.
“I would really appreciate it if you could just call me Y/n…please. The moment Yunho hears your plea, he pauses his small sippings, swallowing the remaining sweet bubbly liquid.
“A legacy doesn’t have thoughts of moving out of the country to start a new life. It is particularly difficult to do given that everything has been plated on the table for me since birth, including the future generations to take up the family business. As far as I am concerned though, I never had a seat...and I do not intend to stay for the entree…if that makes any sense at all."
You bow your head in awkwardness, but out of your peripheral vision you see Yunho looking deeply at you and then back in the other room in search of your father who's nowhere to be seen. In truth, he is a bit hesitant to speak, but he knows your father is too far out of reach to hear his words.
“My apologies…y/n it is then.”
…
In short, dancing with Yunho felt lively. His large hands encapsulated your waist perfectly with a champagne glass in hand, and yours were on his shoulders before they slowly crept up to the back of his neck. The tips of your fingers ghostly brush against the ends of the strands. Not to mention the eye contact you were now maintaining was severely intimate. The only subsiding factor was the respectable space between your bodies.
“Yunho?”
“Yes? What can I do for you Y/n?”
His adaption to uphold your governor's name was relatively swift; perhaps he was aware that it was making you uncomfortable all along. Plus, just sounds better.
“Don’t tell my father this but, I really hate how he belittles me sometimes, and so… I’ve been sort of using you as a taunt to get back at him. I just wanted to say, I’m truly sorry for causing any trouble.”
The look in his eyes are unreadable, but his hands being still on your waist shows a good sign.
“Not to worry, y/n. ‘twas fairly obvious anyhow. That is, you taunting him but, also him belittling you. I both hear it and see it without uttering a word. So, If anything, I am the one who is due for an apology .”
In denial, you shake your head. Denying that he shouldn’t be sorry, and/or denying the fact that someone had finally acknowledged what you have as a ‘father’.
“It just feels like he’s not even my father sometimes you know…well hell, most of the time.”
“Hmm. Despite shrugging his shoulders, he appears contemplative of letting go of a running thought. “Don’t tell your father I said this either but…it’s probably because he doesn’t want others to perceive you as his child, Y/n. With the presumption you don’t fit the standards…his words.”
Your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek as you scoff and move your eyes to be entertained by the instrumentals of the classical orchestra. Down deep inside you were cowering in fear, hoping that he wouldn’t detect the hurt you’ve been burying for so long. “Well, of course, I’ve already come to that conclusion. But I don’t wanna suck up to him and become like one of these snobs. Like him…”
“Well, lucky for you that has a very simple solution. Just don’t, y/n.” In that same moment, Yunho uses his overpowering strength to cease the swaying you both used to blend in. You became timid, looking deeply into his eyes for the need for separation, yet his hands never slip away, and neither do yours.
“Even if it means losing all your inherited wealth, or being banished from his riches completely, at least you’ll be happy, free of anyone's approval.”
It was the same non-telling expression that displayed on his soft features nearly two weeks ago after he said ‘independence should not always be perceived so negatively.’ It wasn’t until this moment that you realized he had a feeling of how you truly felt. Then, and now.
“Excuse me? Is everything I need to hear and more coming from my father’s honorable and dutiful Chauffeur?”
At this, he scoffs with a dark chuckle and throws his head forward with a sinister grin that is contrary to his usual smile. “I just take the people that pay me where they need to go y/n. Pretty much everything else outside of that has no limits.”
‘I want to explore those limits. What does his life look like outside of driving us everyday, all day?’
“Why’d you do it?”
“Could you specify that question for me please Y/n?”
“You know…just agreeing to be here with me right now, you could’ve respectfully declined. Everyone else does…”
His eyebrows furrow from the process of newly open emotions, but the meaning of what you intended registers nonetheless. “Don’t you wanna learn how to speak properly y/n? Or was that just another taunt for your father in the usage of myself?”
“Oh no! Your hands begin to wander aimlessly from the back of his neck with no control as you frantically speak. “It’s not like that anymore I promise. I-It’s just easier talking to you, and I think that’s what's making my father upset because this isn’t how we typically speak to our…associates.”
Without your acknowledgment, your fabric hands have vile to a still in front of you. From a bystander's perspective, it looked like you were declining a request to dance. However, the sudden contact of a rock-hard chest pressed against your palm read differently. “Oh shit! Erm, I mean-sorry...”
When you attempt to bring your hands down, they are brought back up again on his hard chest. This time, with his hands over yours, he slowly drags them back onto his neck, regaining their placement from before. “So…what’s next dear y/n? You have me here, dancing with you in the open for your father to see…what’s your end goal here?”
The ability for common sense is overridden by touch in the effects of what happened, and what you think to say next shows the side effects. “You said pretty much everything else outside of paid driving has no limits right?”
“As I have previously stated that is correct, yes.”
“In that case then, I want you to be honest with me. Do you… want to have me?”
His hands lose balance at your waist, blinking rapidly as he takes a few steps backwards.
“M’sorry y/n?”
“What do you think about having me without my father speculating on every little thing we do? To talk, joke, and touch as we are now. Maybe..in other ways of dancing?”
The eyes of the young man avert downward, his expression concerned, and there can be no doubt that he is seriously considering your 'subtle' suggestions. His face softens once more, and a grin appears as his eyes return back into yours. The sense of urgency has dissipated from the beating of your head and chest, as you grin along with him.
“I think…we’re gonna have to find a way to make that happen, but when has your father ever left you unattended?”
Your relief leads you to take a few tiny steps forward in a bid to bridge the gap between the two of you. In the spirit of boldness, you drag your hand down to fiddle with a button on his waistcoat. As for a doubled intention, it soothes you to determine a plausible course of action.
“Don’t worry too much. He won’t have anything to worry about if I have you with me. At least, for you anyway.”
A resuming of eye contact follows, and a shaking emotion of sympathy, lust, and infatuation. As a result, you were concerned that the guest might discover the connection that took place, possibly reporting the events to your father out of interest or judgment.
You part from him, trailing behind his body that turns to follow yours as you face back to the central area where your father can be found. In the moment of staying still with dancing bodies, catering, and live music, you managed to make a way out of no way.
You turn back to make eye contact with a stunned six-foot friendly giant who appears to be wanting more. “Follow me cutie, I have an idea.”
In immediate action, your cute little companion follows behind you as if he were a deeply attached puppy eager to perform any instruction you command.
…
In brief, this is how your idea played out:
By using your own initiative, you were able to guide yourself and Yunho to return to the central food court area so that you would be more openly aligned in your father's sight.
Upon seeing you two, he calls you over to have dinner, which initially kickstarts the exact plan you have in mind.
As disgusting as it was, over an accumulated amount of time, in every bite of food you ate, you left some chewed residue in your mouth, plus a wash of champagne created a perfect combination of barf served right onto your plate.
When you abruptly stand from your seat, the splattered mess grabs the attention of those around you. In effect, it ceased all conversation, then followed up by a unified loud gasp with the adlibs of ‘oh dears’ as the table guest watches you with worried eyes.
You have been seated by Yunho who has quickly risen with you to clean any residue on your body that unfortunately hadn’t made it onto the plate.
With his back toward the table and his gorgeous face planted directly in front of yours, you smirk then wink quickly, causing him to cease both his actions and the internal panic when he realizes this was the commotion you purposefully triggered.
Your father who’s sat across from you both isn’t too worried. Rather he appears more upset about the intimate contact you’re both showcasing to his guests.
“Child! Go to the wash rooms, at once!” Both you and Yunho react to the direction of loud sound and respectfully adjusted your bodies with hands by your sides.
“I apologize father. I think I ate too quickly…and perhaps, maybe I drank more than I could handle. My only desire was to honor you and celebrate you, but I do not feel well at the moment."
In frustration he breathes deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head, then flicking you away with the bending of his wrist.
“Mr.Jeong, would you care to give the legacy some assistance? Afterwards, just drop them off at the most high-quality hotel, and come back to join us shortly please.”
“Of course sir. I will make it a priority to be of assistance, and come back quickly for return.”
In embarrassment, your father continues to conceal his sight of you until you leave. A waiter comes in immediately to clean the mess, and it makes you feel terrible in the slightest.
Although you’re sure the ‘messiness’ your were going to venture, would even things out for you surely.
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Upon walking towards the safe spot Yunho secreted your father’s black Rolls Royce, he opens the back door for you in a procedure to which you however slam shut to show your unappreciation.
“There are things that we do with my father, that should not be done without my father. One of the most notable differences is that I will not be seated in the back seat." As you approach the passenger side, he follows your gaze as you open the door. "I call Shotgun!”
Yunho chuckles, then disguises quickly in search of any persons, as he has hidden the car in a secure location in which no one should see you two. He unbuttons his vest which had gotten a little too tight with all the food, drinks, and nervousness he consumed. After further inspecting for a clearing he walks speedily around the car with the uniformed coat in hand to settle awkwardly in the front seat.
Even as he made his way into the car to be seated, the seatbelt strap repetitively formed into a tangle when he tried to secure himself. It was even more awkward when all you could do was stare as his chest squeezed with every pull.
His face read every aspect of embarrassment, yet he persistently tries to fix the belt with endless results of failure. In the coming realization of the uselessness of his efforts, he decides to relieve what’s on his mind as he exhales a deep sigh. “Your legacy- or, my apologies…Y/n?”
You channel out of watching the show of his squeezing the broad breast to acknowledge that his hands are now placed unto his thick thighs, rubbing up and down rapidly onto the top base with accumulating sweat. Your eyes then wander to his puppy dog face which has unexpectedly melted into a childish pout, and that’s when the realization strikes you.
“Let me guess. You’re chickening out of this, aren’t you? I mean- it took me a while to collect that food in my mouth and then ‘fake’ throw it up you know...”
In hearing this he acted as though he was controlled by a switch, exhibiting a variety of expressions, unsure of which to choose. “No! I mean- you just said ‘we’ and ‘without your father’, as if this is going to happen between us often, and I didn’t know if that was your intention or if you just-”
“Only if you want it to Yunho.” Tentatively, you place a hand over his shaky, large, bejeweled one to soothe his nerves. In response, a cute and sad little pout turns into one big goofy smile.
“Listen…soon enough, I plan on getting the fuck out of town to be free of this stupid lifestyle, and without the need for anyone’s approval thanks to you wise sir.” The said wiseman’s smile shrinks in length, he faces you completely, showcasing his full attention and unwavering seriousness as you speak from the heart. “With that being said, I would love to have you to myself even after the time when it is appropriate for me to leave this life behind.”
As you keep your hands over him, Yunho continues to face you. However, you notice that his eyes struggle to maintain eye contact. Your lips, however, did not seem to be too hard of a catch. “That sounds…really nice y/n.”
You take in your bottom lip as if it got shy in hiding from the most angelic gaze. “Cool.” To relieve the initiated awkward intensity, you swiftly remove your hand from his and turn forward to the enclosed scenery, his eyes never moving from you. “I know a detour from that overpriced ass hotel. It’ll make the trip a whole lot longer.”
As a helpful indication as to what you were implying, you turn your head to look at him once more, hoping the knowing expression you were putting on was easy to convey. It didn’t take long for him to notice, and the thought of it made him bat his eyelashes from the explicit mental images.
Shyly, he averts his gaze downward on his lap where his hands are now resting; his ears become the brightest shade of red. ‘How cute’ you thought. “So… you want to take a detour to give us more time to-
“Exactly.”
Simultaneously, upon your immediate response, you both conquer the fear of looking at one another as you match a wide smile. It ‘twas funny how looks could kill the both of you…but a yearning for each others touch excites you both all the more.
…
The tension that was in the air had dropped into your laps, rubbing still between both of your legs. A driving Yunho somehow maintains steady alignment in the lane, and the only giveaway that he feels the way you do is the continuous stares at every slow of traffic, stop sign, or red light.
“If it means anything…unlike your father…I really like the way you think.” You turn to him, unashamed to glance over his towering muscular stature as he focuses on the busy road. “It can be a bit troublesome at times, but, for some peculiar reasoning, it excites me beyond what I should feel.”
You look at him tenderly, heart thumping at a compliment you’ve never heard in your entire life. Heart thumping at the fact you make him feel excited in ways your father prohibits. “Thanks Yunnie, I appreciate that more than you know.”
As you’ve directed him for most of the trip, you have no choice but to turn your highly focused concentration back on as the vehicle makes its way into an intersection. “When this light turns green, you need to make a right here.” You find yourself, for no apparent reason, outrageously grabbing on his biceps with your closest hand while pointing in the said direction.
The contact remains until the light turns green, and you’re forced to let go to enable him to drive properly. The next street approaches as well as your next direction. “Okay, now left.”
Unexpectedly, the black-haired man takes a sharp turn, causing your body to move forward as your hand instinctively grips his thigh for stability.
“My sincerest apologies, I suppose my foot weighed on the gas too hard.”
It’s never happened before…if it did you worst be in the car with this man right now, your father would’ve fired him long ago for a ‘silly mistake’. However, with your level of intuition, you feel as if mistakes happen for a reason.
“No worries, just keep going straight down here…” You rise your upper body back up slowly pulling your hand upward with it to the meatiest part of his thigh with an abrupt stop before his intimate parts. “Now pull into this lakehouse restaurant's parking lot.”
He does so with an anxious demeanor shivering over his body, contrary to the calm ripples of the lake pond with ropes on its borders, in every angle it designs a perfect view. You watch it with grace, symbolically embodying the calmness of the water and the creatures in it living their simplistic lives.
You became so lost in your thoughts that you forgot that your hand was so close to where this man needed you, and to make matters worse, he was so reluctant to speak up for his own benefit. “I don’t recall ever seeing this place before. It’s peaceful, and right now it’s possibly awkward to say… romantic?”It was then you caught onto his hint of neediness, and removed your hand from his lap clumsily in embarrassment.
“Yeah…you got the right idea. I figured it’d be perfect for our special occasion and all.” You laugh off your nervousness as it is now a little too quiet, which also makes Yunho a little wary about his next move.
“Father rarely ever visits this place if that’s what you’re thinking about…” You knew that wasn’t what he was primarily thinking about, but it was a recurring thought in the back of his mind. “As you should know, he’s deadly allergic to shellfish. Plus the restaurant is a little more hidden on the outskirts of town, so it isn't so popular with the common people. Nevertheless, it’s always worth a visit to the lake view."
He nods quietly, a grin slightly uplifting the prints of his cheekbones as a thought walks across his mind. You observe him attentively to gain a better understanding of what he is going to say next. “I think I’m starting to love the way you think. Truly, I’m impressed. You really thought this all out in that ballroom?”
You match his grin, leaning forward as you gain the boldness to grab onto the collar of his white button-up. “That’s right soldier, don’t ever doubt me. Plus, I guarantee you’re gonna love the ways I please you so much better.”
You slowly let go of his collar and make hold your own with one hand. You use your other one to dig behind the material of your tailored satin blazer jumpsuit on your chest.
He gulps as he watches your strip tease act. His bulge behind the curtains becomes evident as it grows in size. You bite your bottom lip as you pull out your hand, revealing a thick wad of cash. “Here. It’s a tip for your courtesy, Mr. Jeong.”
He stares at the stack of cash, shaking his head no like he was in disbelief from what he really wanted to see from you. When you see he isn’t going to take it, you tenaciously bring down the bills between his thighs, stimulating the tip of his erect member and making his hips jerk as his mouth drops further with every movement.
“Dear Jeong Yunho…you truly don’t know how much you’ve changed the entire course of my lonely, miserable, sad life. Please, take this as a thank you.”
His head shakes as he struggles to look down at the action of your stimulation. Yet an evil smile that you don’t recognize awakens his soft features. “Y-you think I want your fucking money darling?” You sense a trembling in your chest as you watch the monster you have awakened swallow thickly, then roll his eyes forward into the depth of your soul.
In response to your slow movements, he roughly grips your hand and places small kisses on the back of it, never leaving eye contact with you. “You shouldn’t cheat yourself, your hole is priceless to me baby.”
Your focus becomes so disoriented from his sudden change of character, that even you nearly forget to play your role, as you are the one that initiated the whole ordeal. “Oh? You submissively pull your hand from his lightly controlled grip, then reach down again unto his lap to take back the bills. Yet as you go for the stack, which there lies still on his erection, he watches you like a cheetah on the prowl, and as his prey, you never stop looking so he doesn’t rip you to shreds. “Who knew you had such a dirty mouth with all that shined and polished vocabulary you speak?”
He smirks, adding to the deviousness of his glare. “Just imagine all the more physical things I can do with it, you would love it, so much better.” He quotes your taunting from earlier, using your own playing card for your little game. “But, perhaps we can save that for another time right?”
You shake your head as you witness your cute little puppy dog transform into a wolf, and you are confused in whether to be frightened, or proud.
“It’s always the quiet ones. Who would’ve thought? I bet this isn’t the only time you’ve fucked your bosses kid outside of driving, Mr. No limit.”
“Actually my darling, you’re the first. Daddy’s little brat who needs to escape bondage from the rich world.” He tongues his cheek in amusement, letting it a huff from your harsh assumption. “But, now that we’re away from all that, with me, you can forget everything but my name.”
With the rushing thoughts of screaming his name while he’s inside you, many words are con-jumbled on the top of your tongue. He smiles devilishly, seeing as to how you’re quickly consumed by the thought. “To the back darling.”
To your surprise, you find yourself obeying as you kick off your shoes, then climbing carefully onto the middle counselor as a bridge way to settle into the back seat. “You really think you’re going to tame me huh? You obviously haven’t paid attention in the last couple of weeks.”
“Y/n my dear, you obviously haven’t had my dick in you yet sweetheart.” Your eyes become blown as you grip the cushions of the seat, and your heart rate begins to accumulate as it beats rhythmically towards your eardrums. Yunho chuckles at your reaction and finishes with an expression of a satisfied smile. “How about you take off that jumpsuit and your underwear to make things easier, if you’re wearing any that is…and make room for me yeah?“
Without any disregard, you follow his commands. It was an odd feeling to be the subordinate here as his duty was to commend service unto you. After he sees you fully undressed, he wastes no time getting rid of his button-up, knee-high boots, and black slacks.
“Hurry and get back here soldier”, you tease. “We’re on limited timing. I don’t want father to create more suspicions than he already annoyingly has.”
“You worry too much rookie, I’m coming.” In immediate action, he climbs toward the back in his black underwear, his dick poking and jumping through the seam.
He hovers over you and takes in the imagery of your naked body, and you rub your fingers over the abs and chest that have grown hard in reaction to your warm and gentle touches.
The sound of a growl can be heard as he squeezes your jaw and collides your lips with his in a heated make-out session mixed with peach-flavored champagne. A final kiss is shared as he bites your bottom lip, gently letting free from his grasp that disconnects a string of saliva. “Bend over, please.”
With the desperation laced in his voice which has gradually become a lot deeper, you assume the position as he makes room for you to do so. He comes from behind you with your back arch like a cat in heat, and you evilly came up with the idea to push up against him to tease his hard-on. He groans and grips both of your hips leaving indents of nail marks, even through the glove.
You found pleasure in it, biting your lips in ecstasy until you felt a hand being removed, followed up by Yunho grabbing the stack of bills in the council. “Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Perhaps this could come in handy.” The wad of cash is tossed into the air and into his hands behind you, where he is possibly weighing it to determine its value.
“What the hell? What’re you talking-“
A loud smack is heard throughout the vehicle as his nail in your asscheek grips into your skin deeper. A duality of pleasure and pain overwhelmed your senses, causing you to moan loudly in the quiet space.
“Where’d you get this from anyway, huh darling?”Your eyes sting and with the current burning of your asscheeks. You try to find time to come up with words that would make sense to effectively reply with. Yet another smack from the bills is what gets the gears operating again. “I asked you a question, darling.”
“I-i-I um deposited it from my bank this morning. It’s my share from the new restaurant and literally all the money my father’s ever given me”, you rush out.
“Oh darling, you poor thing. He rubs onto your sore red flesh to soothe the surface, but the freshness of the burn only makes it hurt worse. “This is only 10% of what me and your father make combined, and that’s saying a lot.” He throws it back in the front as if it were worthless, which to him it probably might’ve been.
You remain silent. But of course down inside you’re pissed at your father, and yet what’s new?
You just wanted to feel loved. It was as if the universe sent Yunho the supersonic signal as he began kissing up your neck, stopping at your earlobes to give them small nibbles. “Oh, what should I do with you, honey. What do you really need huh?”
“Yunnie, please. You waddle your knees backward into the leather seats, finding a way to press into his hard-on that he dodges from your hole. “I just- I need you inside me now, please.”
“Okay, darling. No more teasing okay?” He leans backward, using the hands he once had on you back in their place into your cheeks to spread them apart. “Can you open your legs a bit more father for me?” In eagerness, you obey. “Gorgeous baby, good job. Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’m gonna stretch you out a bit with my fingers, Just by the looks of it you’ll have me coming in seconds, but Yunnie wants you for just a bit longer than that.”
You’re wanted.
So, are you ready darling?”
You’re going to feel loved.
“Just fucking do it already, please.”
He spits onto your opening, followed by the sleek material of his gloved finger entering your hole with smooth sailing thanks to the lubricant he provided. Unbelievably so, his finger grows deeper which feels to have no end. In a few more seconds after that, he reached a certain spot that made your body jerk uncontrollably and he halted his intrusion. “F-fuckkk. Right there baby.” you roll your hips, “that feels so fucking amazing.”
His concern is replaced by pride to hear he could make you feel good doing barely anything at all. “Oh, I see. That explains why you’re squeezing around it so tightly baby, but maybe we should add another to get you where I need you.”
“Yes, please do.”
He wiggles about finger inside you making you feel like you have unlimited proximity in the tight space. Just like the first, he glazes upon that sweet spot, making you whine aloud in pure pleasure. “Just one more baby, you can do one more right?”
You blink rapidly in a daze, slightly rolling your hips to gain more of the addictive feeling. “Yes Yunnie, give it to me. Give me more please.”
“Of course my dear. You asked so kindly after all.” Just as requested, another smooth gloved finger dived into your hole, opening you with a wide stretch. He memorizes the exact area that makes you squeal. Massaging it, pinching it, and puncturing stimulation with fingered thrust.
Needless to say, you were feeling very pleased and wanting more as you move your hips further backward where your ass cheek meets his palm. penetrating his fingers in and out as you please. “Must be the desperation kicking in huh baby? You need something bigger and deeper don’t you?”
You look back at him and the way his fingers disappear into your opening. “How many times do you want me to tell you that I want you to fuck me?”
He bites his lip, using the non gloved hand to grip an asscheek and inject his fingers into it at a fast pace like he’s preparing a Thanksgiving turkey. After a few minutes, the rush slows down and stops, leaving you breathless and sobbing with your back arched extensively.
“That will be the last time. There’s just one thing I have to do so I can give you what you want.” Just like with the stack of cash earlier, you hear a rumbling in the front seat as Yunho reaches to grab yet another item. It gave you a lot of food for thought about how creatively he’d used it in your sex craze.
The new uprising of growing need between your legs in excitement causes you to feel impatient. You look over your shoulder to tell him you cannot wait any longer, but a firm hand turns your head back forward. “Keep your head right there baby, Yunnie will give you what you want real soon okay?” You tongue your cheek, letting go out the most tiresome groan, that was, until you choked up on something enclosed on your neck.
You dig your nails into the backseat for stability while you bring up your other hand to get a feel of what was holding you from breathing. You feel that it’s a cloth material, then a knot with two long pieces attached, oh you know it’s a…
“Oh, you kinky mother-“ you say in a hoarse breath, but your speech is cut off when your yank upward, and simultaneously, all of Yunho's girthy cock split you wide open. “…fucker!”
“I am going to fuck you, but I just want to let you know that this is how I planned on taming you. Yes, it’s kinky, but I’m sure you’ll take pleasure in it because contrary to life, I think you liked being controlled, but only during sex, hm?”
Correct.
It was the only time you’ve felt wanted and cared for, and given that’s Yunho knows your background, it wasn’t that shocking for him to connect the dots. You probably have your moments of dominance at times just to feel powerful right?
You pointed to the tie around your neck, as it was getting a little too hard to breathe, limiting your communication. Yunho being attentive as he is, takes notice and loosens it up.
A few coughs are released from your throat, as your chest heaves with large intakes of breath. You turn your head to look into Yunho’s eyes, reaching back to touch his muscular thighs, and underneath his cheeks. “You bet your sweet ass I do.”
He grins in amusement, moving to just a few pecks into your lips. “Hmmm. Who knew daddy’s only child could be such a slut huh? Getting railed in the back seat of his Rolls Royce? You are really naughty.”
You pull your chin back, grinning mischievously as you shrug your shoulders, rubbing your ass in the base of his cock. “What the fuck are you going to do about it?”
Yunho grabs onto the tie once more, letting out quiet ‘tsks’ as his tongue clicks in his mouth. “Oh, darling.” An expected tightening of his tie tightens around your neck once more, but what you didn’t expect is for him to hammer into you, his hips meeting your ass in head-on collisions with no end. The indents from his nail piercing were still bruised, but the pleasure overtook all feeling.
You’re whining sounds hoarse, as overstimulation started to creep in, but your words are incoherent to all ears. “What was that baby? I couldn’t hear the shit talking over your choking. He leans forward with his cherry lips on the shell of your ear. “Or had my cock reached so far to your brain that you can’t even speak?”
He kisses your cheeks and loosens the tie. You nearly fall forward as he never stops pounding into you, but he upholds you by the strength of his large hand on your upper arms. “Fuck me harder, please. Fuck me stupid Yunnie, I don’t care!”
Just as your yelling is ceased he pulls out of your enlarged hole, pulling you down to be seated on his lap facing forward. Once seated your eyes make a connection with his through the rearview mirror as it usually does on any drive. The both of you watch each others jaw-dropping expressions as his cock enters you once more scrumptiously piercing through you with an addicting burn.
“One of the world’s national treasures, this tight fucking hole.” After that was said, he waste no time digging for gold, hammering every ounce of cum he had in him.
“Yes just like that Yunnie! I'm so fucking close" You speak through the mirror, your body bouncing, making it hard to concentrate, but more importantly, it draws his attention even more for you. “Give me all your cum, make me your slut.”
He groans into your ear, ejaculating his semen deep into the darkest depths of you body, that awakens it to the light.
“That might’ve been the hardest I’ve ever came in my life.”
He pulls out from your opening, giving you the chance to slide into the other seat. “No fucking kidding. Lesson learned: Never judge your father’s chauffeur by his professional cover, because he might have good dick.” You both laugh exhaustedly through heaving breaths, watching each other's naked bodies shake like the effect of another orgasm.
After it dies down, silence creeps in once again as it did before this all started. The sounds of ruffled clothes provide a few timeskips until it’s back to reality. “So-”, Yunho begins, “with this whole plan you’ve been test driving…was this supposed to be a part of it?”
You frown, recognizing the puppy dog face under the disheveled black strands before his sex drive took control. “Oh Yunnie, of course not.” You place a hand on his bare thigh, this time for the solution of comfort. “I’ve always wanted you taking me like this, and as for my plans for today… I wouldn’t have imagined to have come to this point.” You lean close to his side and whisper, “Literally.”
Yunho breathes out a light chuckle, and stares at your hand at your thigh intensely, causing you to want to remove it as a result. “Besides the sex jokes. Got any regrets?”
With an immediate shake of ‘no’ on your head you say, “Hell no.” However, when you see Yunho's bland reaction to your response, you become compelled to ask him the same question. “Are you regretting it? There must be something since you asked.”
“No.” He says matter-of-factly. “I’m just… conflicted is all. I’ve always taken a liking to you, and I grew more fond of the personality that grew behind the legacy thing. You’ve always had goals of your own.” As you prepare to thank him for his praise, you notice that he opens his mouth once more. “But then again, my support for you risk the possibility of me losing my job, and then I’d have to choose.”
As your interest peaks in his last choice words in his confession, you turn to him in your seat. “Choose? What choice would you even have to make?”
“Don’t you know? It’s either you…or your father.”
“Yunho… you should never be given that ultimatum, or use it against yourself. If pleasing my father is your priority, then you should pursue that, but I’ll never be the second choice. I’ve lived through that already.”
He's slow to respond when he mends through contemplation, absorbing all of the information that contradicts what he has been manipulated with by your father. You pick up his habit of rubbing his hands over his clothed thighs when he has something to work through in his mind.
Having grown uncomfortable with the sudden change of mood sitting next to him, you grab the door handle to go back and sit in front.”Let’s just get to that hotel and forget all of it, fathers still expecting you…”
Just as you were leaving, you feel a warm chest make contact with your back, and a large ring-dressed hand makes its way in front of you, touching your hand on the door handle.“I know what I want more, but I’m afraid to make the choice.” His deep voice rings in your ear, echoing sound waves down each vertebra of your spine.
In response, you turn with your head down, afraid to look into his eyes as he rejects you. “Then you don’t really want it Yunho, because if you did, you’d do anything in your power to get it, no matter the cost.”
He removed his hand from the door handle, pulling it back in what you did not expect to occur- Yunho grasping the left side of your chin to confront you face to face. “I want you…can I have you, please? In the long run, just like you said?”
Your heart squeezes harder in your chest, fueling more ounces of blood by the second from his sweet confession. The imagery of his messy black mullet, his sparkling eye jewelry, and his wrinkled white shirt contrast with his despair. “So…your choosing me? Just like that?”
He shrugs, looking over the details of your face, smiling as he memorizes every square inch. “I’d say that I need longer to think about it, but my mind is already made up.” His thumb pressed against your chin, uplifting your head to look deport into his eyes. “So yes, I’m choosing you, darling. Can I have you?”
You take advantage of closed distance to exchange peach-flavored lips, sloppily trading tongues and groaning each other's names in between.
It was the best decision you’ve ever made, a chance for freedom, to forge your own path, and to be someone outside of your father's shadow. Jeong Yunho was your window to the world, giving you the courage to take on a journey of your own and find what you truly wanted in life.
“Fuck.” You mutter pressing into Yunho's chest as he makes the kiss deeper with a “Mhmmm.”
But it’s not what you said in means to spoken pleasure, but there was something you both kept forgetting. “No wait-, you push away from his lips with the palm of your hand on his chest, “How am I supposed to explain this? I don’t want you to get fired so soon.”
He chuckles, reaching up to fix the collar of your jumpsuit, grinning at your uneasy expression. “You’re just now thinking about that huh? Don’t worry baby, I’ll do the fancy talking.”
Smiling in relief, you took hold of his collar and pushed him against the seat, crawling into his lap as before, yet facing him with the front of your body. “I would be more than happy to do the dirty talking for you, Mr. Jeong. Would you like to take another 'spin around the block'?”
“You’re gonna give me a ride now baby? Take control?” He bites his lip in anticipation, playing with his tie that was loosely wrapped around your neck, squeezing the bouncy flesh on your thighs.
“That’s right, you say smoothing your hand up his damp white button-up shirt and over his abs, unbuttoning the clasps to undress him yourself this time. “I am my father’s child, control runs naturally in my blood.”
“Well then...” He grins, I’ll be sure to buckle in tight darling.”
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Mr.Write 📝 Right: Chapter 4
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☑️🤍A/N: At first I was going to make this chapter the finale of this series, but I believe it's perfect right where it ends. To me, it's better fitting to just add a fifth and final chapter without cramming too much detail. Enjoy 🤍.
☑️🤍Word Count: 13k
☑️🤍Warnings: Self Sabotage, Struggles of Self Confidence, Depression, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Mentions of Bullying, Angst Reoccurring trauma, Sexist/Misogynist Boss! Smut, Oral sex, Lots of Fluff, and Language.
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The two of you lay in bed on an Early Saturday morning, sheets in disarray as your limbs entangle.
Golden hues illuminate the bedroom from the sunrise, which is graced by sheer black curtains that shield the world from the inside, with color.
You awaken to the beaming blindsight of what or who’s in front of you. an Aura blurred figure moves closer to you, and the tender touch of warm cushion soft lips meets your temples.
“Wake up to the morning sun, a new day has begun, my adorable little seed.~”
An airy, sultry, deep, scratchy tone you recognized as Hongjoong's sing-songs the made up tune gently in your ear. More kisses against your temple follow with another chaste kiss, on the lips.
Your vision clears when his body absorbs the sunlight from behind, allowing you to see his beauty clearly from the front. Pairing perfectly with your given name, he is the epitome of sunshine. His white wild fluffy hair creates the appearance of a halo, like on the head, of an angel.
“Good mornin’ my angel~.” you said in the sweetest yet quietest throaty voice, it must have been the result of all that crying you’d done yesterday, not to mention last night.
In one of his most precious giggles, Hongjoong kisses the entirety of your face, then your neck, and then your shoulders. His lips remain cushion-soft, even in the early hours of the morning, and it nearly lures you back to sleep like a nice blanket from how warm they feel.
“Oh? I like that…angel huh?” Another kiss. “Did you know that you look absolutely stunning right now?” Another kiss.
In between each kiss, he admires all of you and continues the action on any visible space on your body. Hongjoong's sparkling, black, beady eyes absorb all of the flaws you think you possess, but under his gaze, you feel like the most flawless being he has the pleasure of seeing.
“Really? Have you had the joy of seeing yourself?” you retell and tilt your head mischievously.
After pulling his lips back from where they are resting upon your chest, Hongjoong gives a signature bright and pretty before stealing another kiss from your lips.
“I know what I look like in the morning, and let me just say, seeing you first thing, is a whole lot better my love.” Another kiss to the lips.
The gift of his kisses and worship makes you feel privileged to be wrapped up in such kindness. In some way, you had the impression that he would not be there in the morning, that his feelings had changed, and that he should not have committed any of the sexual acts with you last night in the vulnerable state you were in.
“I think it’s the same for me too. Maybe it’s something I could get used to…” you trail off, questioning more towards yourself than him.
Even with your doubts, he kept on reassuring you that what you did made him feel so amazing, and you’ve told him what he did make you feel something you’ve never exactly felt in your entire lifetime.
So you suppose every action was made properly, with no regrets. However, it still has you wondering about how the effect of the ‘deeper’ connection, has changed the status of your relationship.
“My love?” HongJoong says worriedly parting from above your lips. You blink rapidly to escape from the cage of overthinking, and into the present moment to focus on what he has to say.
“Yes?”, you quip.
He looks at your expression and flicks his eyes down to start playing with the strings of his hoodie you were wearing, wrapping the two threads around his white-painted fingernail. However, your eyes are most focused on the hesitant look on his gorgeous features.
“What do you want or need to do right now? I mean, moving wise. Do you want to go back there, your apartment?”
To be quite truthful, you are frightened of being alone with your mind, and Hongjoong is your healthiest fix for fear. He is your shield from the darkness, which you have yet to escape from completely.
“I’m not sure…but I don’t want to be alone right now.” You admit.
Hell, you’re supposed to be getting prepared for a day's work right now, but that isn’t an obligation nor a priority anymore. Staying in Hongjoong’s apartment would be the most reasonable option, but you have yet to ask him if it’s okay to invade his personal space like that.
“You know I don't mind you staying you know, if you want?"
It’s like he shares the same thoughts.
"Please?" You question in hopes of seeming like you’re not craving sympathy from him.
"How could I say no to you? Of course."
It was very easy to actually. You've received many forms of rejection in the period of your high school career from men, but you suppose graduation was the end of an era.
“Thank you so much. You really are an angel .” You whisper cautiously.
Hongjoong smiles cutely as he looks back up at you for a brief moment, but the twirling of his fingers around your hoodie strings comes to a stop and he looks hesitant to portray his true feelings once again.
"Hey-um, I have another one of those meetings later today...but I don’t know if I should go because, as you said you can’t be alone and you’re hurting. But that’s fine, I might have to do some convincing for a reschedule is all.”
The meetings he speaks of are; What Hongjoong has been attending frequently in hopes of beginning the processes of his rightfully owned writing establishment. One of which, he attended last week looking all dressed to perfection and gorgeous with those many earrings adorning his ears.
“It, it’s fine. You can leave and I’ll be fine. It’s not like you’re obligated to stay here, the meeting is mandatory for the sake of your future joongie…you should go.”
It’s taking everything in you to not make eye contact with him at this moment. What you’ve learned about Hongjoong in the past month and a half, is that he reads body language very well, and he’s low-key a mind reader. You can feel the energy shift as his head tilts to get a better angle at your hidden face.
With two curled fingers, he places them under your chin and slowly raises it to put your head back into place. “Listen, my beauty…can you look at me, please?”
Your eyes were cast down still, but that ‘my beauty’ made your stomach tingle, and you couldn’t help but want to look at him.
“The truth is, you’re hurting, and it hurts me too, to know that you’re unopenly hurting. So, don’t ever feel like that scarfing down your pain makes my life easier, because that makes things harder for us, and we’re in this together…right?”
Yet he can’t shine the way he wants to if you are keeping him in the darkness with you. His face implicates a want of confirmation, so you simply nod yes.
“We will be by each other's side, even in the future too, because we’re stronger that way. Together, forever?” He holds out his pinky.
He’s said to you before, that he’d be by your side, yet it seems to mean something entirely different now that you two are somewhat together unofficially, yet because of last night's events, ‘officially’.
You nod frantically and intertwine your pinky with his as tears start to trickle down your cheeks. It's too late to catch them when they fall before you can even try to soak them back up.
“I don’t know why I’m crying, but I need you to go, I know you’re gonna come back to me, but…I’m still gonna miss you so much,” you confess between sobs.
After unlocking the promise you two made to be locked away for the future, Hongjoong pulls you into a close embrace and squeezes your body tightly to his. The smells of him remain warm and sweet, even in the early hours of the morning, he forever remains the same.
“Call me, or text me whenever you need me, and I will try my best to answer right away. Okay, my love?”
You feel Hongjoong begin to stroke over your head, and your eyes flutter at how gentle and feather-like it feels.
“I promise that I’m going to be back here for you, and I’ll be with you. It’s only for a short while but, I’ll miss you just as much.”
Who knew that your presence to him was so valuable? Perhaps distance does make the heart grow fonder.
Hongjoong continues to stroke your head and time moves still as you lay there embracing each other for a few minutes.
“When do you need to leave?”, you blurt out.
He’s quick to move back and meet your eyes to stretch his plump pink lips into a fake smile.
“Just in a couple of hours.”
It's funny. He says it like a ‘couple of hours’ is a million miles away, but it’s coming up very soon, and he puts on a fake smile like he’s the most unaffected human being in existence.
“Oh, okay,” you say dryly. In the next second, you hide your face in the crack of his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It was a reminder that he is still here, okay, alive, and breathing…with you.
Another five minutes tick by and there are one too many emotions to focus on. That’s why the both of you just focused on holding each other’s bodies until he told you he had to let go.
“I’m going to take a shower, is that okay?”Hongjoong suddenly whispers into your ear.
It makes you curious as to why he would ask you if he can do something so essential as taking a shower, but you know that he knows that you have your final needs before you separate, and he’s adhering to them.
As you think of how to respond, you let out a struggled huff and further hide into his pillow-like chest in fear of the effect of your next set of words. “Can I join you?” Your voice is muffled, so it's hard to tell if he heard you clearly, or if you even wanted him to.
But it's confirmed that he, indeed, did hear you. A ring of silence, and not even a ‘huh’ to hear for you to repeat what you said escapes from Hongjoong’s bedroom.
He slowly parts your head from his chest, and you look at his face, which looks drained from color and vulgarly appalled from your point of view. “It was, just a joke. You don’t have to if…you know”
One of Hongjoong's brows quirks up in interest at your unfinished sentence, and you realize the dire situation you've put yourself in.
“I don’t mind, I would love it if you did actually. If you’re comfortable enough, you're more than welcome to join me in the shower.”
Having lost all color from your face, you are now the one appalled, not because you were disgusted, as you thought he was, but because he responded so directly. Did you seriously mean it? Would you like HongJoong to see your naked body again? Looking at his naked body again is very tempting…
“I-erm. It was, a joke, but, if you mean that- if you feel comfortable showing me your-I, I will… join you.”
Hongjoong's white-haired head falls forward and buries itself into a fit of laughter against your neck. When he gets ahold of himself he pulls away and an initiation of eye contact shifts his face into a deadly, sensual expression that makes you absolutely sick in the head.
“Wouldn’t you say we both got pretty comfortable last night? When we gave each other head, and the best orgasm of my life, butt naked?”
...
Okayyy, you didn’t expect him to say that either, and still so directly, but it is exactly what happened, and for him to commentate that as the best orgasm of his life is insane.
You were at first concerned that he would not like your lack of skills and knowledge gleaned from sucky pornos, nor how your bruised body looked, but those worries quickly dissipated when he kept telling you just how beautiful you were, from your scars and bruises and to the rest of you.
“Riiiight. Yeah-erm, I guess we did get pretty comfortable last night.” You chuckle and sit up awkwardly.
His sensual expression quickly converts into a worried one. “Well, I mean- yeah, I think we did. Did you-did you not enjoy it?”
Your eyes are blown wide and nearly out of the socket from the question asked of you. Your lips connect directly on Hongjoong’s lips and you spread it all over the rest of his face to cover up the disappointment.
“Of course not angel, I loved every minute of it!”You say with your hands on his cheekbones lips in very close proximity to his. “I just didn’t expect for you to mention it like how you did just now, I’m still too shy to talk about those kinds of things out loud~.” You pout.
Hongjoong puckers out his lips to connect once again with yours gently followed by a breath of relief mixed with soft laughter.
“You’re so adorable baby...I’m gonna, hop in the shower now.” He taps your hip twice and you maneuver off of him and back onto your side of the bed as you watch him make his way out of the room.
“Also, your offer is still left on the table, you’re very welcome to join me, my love.” He adds on.
Hongjoong farther stands away from you with a powered stance and then struts so sexily in his black boxers before he's completely out the bedroom door. Purposely, he leaves it wide open for your, closed-in curiosity.
In interest, you move to the edge of the bed, and you can see Hongjoong looking indirectly at you from over his shoulder. From his gorgeous feminine side profile, you can see an evil manly grin, slowly contorting on his face, and a swift motion of the removal of his boxers follows. A striking view of his entire body is revealed to you, all at once, yet again.
A heated blush covers your face as shivers tickle your spine, even the warmth of his fleece sunflower hoodie. “Holy fuck.” you whisper. You hear the shower water begin to resound off of his tiled shower floors. He hadn’t even closed the bathroom door yet either. His shower door slides before it closes.
With no hesitance, you arise from his bed and out of his bedroom, moving straight into the adjacent space of the bathroom open door, and you close it right behind you.
You look down to see his black boxers wrinkled right he dropped them on the floor. As you then look upward, Hongjoong’s body can be seen through the crystallized glass, a silhouette of a god-like body, resembles an art form of stained glass.
“Why are you just standing out there, when you can be in here with me baby? You can’t be afraid darling, we don’t have much time.”
With so much rigidity and depth to his voice, it was as though he was a predator deceiving his frightful prey that they would not be eaten with deceitful lies. In truth, all they wanted was an easy meal.
“I’m coming in, joongie…uhh…give me a second.”
You walk to his mirror and pull out of his hoodie, the only thing you had on after the events of last night.
The bar beside the shower has two towels atop of it, and you take one final once-over into the slightly foggy mirror before you step in the shower with Hongjoong. Like you did on your first date, you felt confident and proud of the skin you were in. Hongjoong likeness to it strengthens your own, and you couldn’t thank him enough for it.
You open the shower door and meet Hongjoong’s backside. His white fluffy hair was soaked and back to that dirty blonde. The muscles on his back flexed as he moved his fingers over his body showing his undeniable strength. And his ass? Marvelous. His muscular body turns completely at the hearing of your entry, and he smiles devilishly with a few hairs on his face.
“You are such a sight to see baby.” He purrs.
Hongjoong wraps his warm wet hands around your waist and pulls you into the stream of water.
He looks over your especially attentive expression, and onto your lips.
One of his hands moves smoothly across your back with the helpfulness of the water, turning your skin into silk, and his hand stops as it reaches behind your head.
He doesn’t force you to move closer, yet, he is the one inching forward as his eyes flicker up and down again from your eyes to your lips. When he acknowledges you’re not pulling away, he goes in for a sloppy French tongue kiss.
It’s so easy now to mingle into. You’re still learning of course, but somehow with the flow of the water, it calms your anxiety and makes everything feel so natural.
As natural as it is, to reach your hands down on his body, they travel from mountains of pecs, resting on the hills of abs, and to the final destination of his girthy cock.
Your hand squeezes half its length, the most you can fit in your hand, and you pump him slowly, sometimes faltering as he twitches at the sensation.
“Nnnya, baby, w-what are you doing?" He gasps. With no explanation, you push him against the wall and get down on both knees. “What does it look like angel? I’m just rustling with your feathers before a hard day of work."
The warm velvet texture of your mouth swallows most of his hard girthy cock, and you're nearly taking him down your throat as you pull on and off. Hongjoong’s hands move over and behind your head, and there’s no pressure, just gentle guidance.
“Oh baby~, hmmm, you’re so good for me darling. You’re learning so well already.” Hongjoong praises.
Just like the night before, his words of praise egg you on, and you moaned over him in response, swirling your tongue to taste more of him, and of course, a craving for more praise.
If he wasn’t certainly twitching before now, it’s more than obvious as you feel him jerk in your mouth.
“Fuck, h-how is it, that I’m gonna c-cum already? H-how are you so good…and you just started to learn l-last nnnight?” He whines.
You smirk and suck off of his tip for a few seconds and pull off completely to speak, your eyes are met with a sight of red burning skin on his face, and hooded dark slender eyes are firmly trained on you.
“Well angel, let’s just say I have a very, very fine, teacher.” You quip.
Amid his reply, his open mouth shuts and he swallows deeply, before opening it again, to replace his voice with loud whimpers and whines. Hongjoong seems to enjoy dominating when he is pleasing you, but when you are pleasing him, he is more than satisfied to step down and be the dominated.
“Aughhh-fuck, baby, baby, baby.” Hongjoong tries to warn you as he taps on your cheek lightly with his other hand, and you know he’s about to cum, but that’s why you’re not pulling off. “My love, I’m gonna cum-darling. I, I’m serious please just, Aughhh…SHIT!”
Spurts of semi-thick liquid cover your throat and your moan over Hongjoong’s cock as he tries to balance himself from falling over in the shower.
After swallowing every bit you pop off his thick cock smiling widely up at him feeling very proud of your speedy learning skills. It was easy when you’ve read ten thousand dozens of books that give detail on how to suck off a guy and give him the best head of his life, but doing it takes real skill.
“How was that, Joongie?”
Hongjoong is still recovering above you while catching his breath with his eyes shut closed. He curls his four fingers and gestures for you to get off your knees. When you stand up and stare at his face in hopes of a positive answer, he half opens his eyes and swings your body smack against the wall.
The look in his eyes is so dark and dangerous. They’re usually lustrous, covered in a sheen of gloss. His eyelashes are long, pretty, and wet, and the weight of them pushes his hooded eyes down more than halfway.
“Are you mocking me, baby? You suck me off so good to the point that I’m crying out at how impossibly great you are, and then you swallow my cum without a thought but still, you wanna ask me-
How was it?”
Your tongue is stuck in place as you don’t know how to react to Hongjoong’s suddenly shifted tone of speech. “Let me make you whimper and cry with your sweet pussy in my mouth, and let’s see if you’re able to tell me ‘how was it’ afterward, huh?”
The next thing you know is that you are elevated higher in the walls of the shower and your thighs are on Hongjoong’s shoulders. His face is met with your pussy, and he’s licking his lips as if he’s preparing for a feast. “Woah! Joongie…I wasn’t mocking you, I just-”
“It was the best pleasure I’ve ever felt, love.” Hongjoong interjects.
“Now, I'm gonna return the favor.” He whispers his words, but it’s loud enough for you to hear over the streams of the shower.
His hooded eyes met yours for a brief millisecond and he dives straight in, sucking so harshly on your clitoris before flicking his tongue continuously from it to your hole.
“Joongie, wait!” All of a sudden your body begins to tremble, and your voice bounces off the walls.
Hongjoong grunts and flicks even faster, his tongue begins to swirl in circles as you feel him moan into your pussy from below.
Without anything next to you but more wall to grab onto, you go for his now dirty blonde wet hair. The strands have a weaker grip to them compared to when it's dry, but Hongjoong has a fine enough grip on your thighs already.
In the next minute, the insertion of two thick soft digits is swallowed deep by your walls, and the length of them penetrates at a normal pace against the sweet spot on the ceiling inside. The new angle is a very different feeling from last night.
His wet lips suction into your clit and he doesn’t let go as he continuously fingers the inside at a steady rate.
Okay j-j-joongie, I get it, I’m s-sorry!” A tear of joy slips down from the side of your cheek and Hongjoong smacks your ass evoking strangled gasps from your throat, and another tear drops.
It feels fucking divine besides the lingering sting, it’s like when you pinch yourself with a bruise, yet it's not placed on your body as a reminder of self-protection, but for an erection of additional pleasure- and sexual punishment.
Hongjoong pulls his mouth off your swollen puffy clit, but his fingers are still inside cooking up a bubbling mess of cum soon to burst out of you.
Another slap on your still-stinging ass rings out in the shower.
“I don’t think you get it yet baby. You don’t ever need to say sorry to me, okay? You’re ‘sorry’ because you’ve been caught, but you’re not ‘sorry’ for what you did to me, you're very proud of what you did in actuality, and you're not ashamed, not even one bit.” He smirks.
What he was saying was the hidden truth, and you were afraid to say it out loud because you’ve only been sexually intimate since last night, how extremely egotistical would it be to praise yourself on how great of a job you were doing?
“F-fine you got me. I was just tea-teasing you because I was proud of m-myself for making you feel so g-good.” you choke out.
Another firm slap to your ass rings out and you feel his fingers jump into an especially deeper sweet spot than before.
“You are such a good girl. That’s all I wanted to hear baby. Here’s your reward.”
Hongjoong takes the one hand that smacked your ass and onto your thigh, gripping it firmly, he slips out his two fingers to insert not two, but three whole thick fingers in your hole.
He’s motioning them animalistically up and down and directly rubbing against your sweetest spot as your body is jiggling along with the rhythm.
In the back of your mind, you're fearful of weighing HongJoong down with the possibility of him falling and you both being hurt, but he wouldn’t have done this if he thought he wouldn’t be able to manage.
“Aaaaah-joongie, I'm gonna fucking cum!”, your screams echo throughout the room.
Hongjoong stops his ministrations at your calls but hurriedly replaces his fingers with his mouth sucking the cum out of you. "Give me all that precious sweet cum baby." He mumbles into your cunt.
The brew that has been bubbling in your lower abdomen is served straight into Hongjoong's mouth at his order, and he's growling at the exploding orgasm as he licks and sucks it all clean until he's full.
When he’s finished, the two of you are breathing heavily in sync, and he lowers you slowly back onto the tiles of the shower floor. Your legs wiggle and shake as you try to stabilize yourself, but Hongjoong catches you before you fall, as always.
"I got it joongie, you don't need to hold onto me." You claim.
Hongjoong trusts you and lets go briefly, only for you to lose your footing and nearly crack your head open until he catches you once again.
"You sure baby?" he chuckles. You look at him with an annoyed expression before chuckling along right with him, "Let's wash you up properly darling."
He grabs a small towel cloth and washes the both of you up with no ‘distractions’ this time. As you exit out of the shower he wraps both of your bodies in drying towels and carries you bridal style into his bedroom.
The next 20 minutes are filled the both of you making out with you below him, and the towels remain, the both of you unspokenly shared the same idea it would be less provoking to accidentally do something you weren't ready for that way.
"You don't have much time sunshine, you should probably start getting ready now."
Just as always, you pull away first, but in worry about the fast passing of time, it won't be long until he has to go. Hongjoong eyes flutter open in confusion as he looks down at your worrying expression.
Hongjoong blinks a few times before slowly nodding, and rising off your body to sit upright on the bed. His head is cast down, and his hair flips forward as it is still slightly wet. "Yeah, you're right. I'm gonna..." he waves his hand in the air, "get ready now-I guess."
The bed squeaks as he gets up with his towel firm around his small waist, and he then walks toward his closet. He pulls out a black blazer with a small chain attached on the front, paired with black pants, a white button-up, and a small Christian Dior neck tie for accessory.
He was always one to effortlessly pick out a well-put-together outfit. But it seems that he was lost in his decision and thinking a little too hard about it.
"I think you would look professional and handsome in that angel. I would give you your writing establishment based on that alone."
He smiles and nods in your direction, then closes his closet door to gesture to the side drawer next to his bed.
"Thank you, love. There is a change of clothes in there for you. I'm gonna...get ready in the bathroom." He then walks out completely out of the room before grabbing a few jeweled accessories, and the tension feels so thick for some odd reason.
Maybe you pushed him away too harshly, but you rather him leave as soon as possible so he can come back as quickly as he can.
Unlike earlier, he closes the door, both to the bedroom and bathroom, and it makes you feel like an asshole for possibly hurting him. It wasn't your intention whatsoever, but maybe he took it that way.
There was an hour left until he had to leave, and you figured maybe you could make breakfast for him as an apology.
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Wearing a random assortment of clothes Hongjoong offered, you get out of bed, and walk inside the kitchen to see what he had in his fridge that you could prepare.
Your eyes travel from a carton of strawberries, and Nutella, then eggs, milk, and a can of whipped cream.
On the counter next to the fridge you spot a loaf of bread and a coffee maker.
Strawberry and Nutella french toast topped with whipped cream, scrambled eggs, and coffee it is.
You weren't the best cook, but that's three things of the easiest things you can make atop of your head.
As you get to work you can hear the blowdryer sound from the bathroom, it wouldn't be long until Hongjoong came out here so you had to get to work as soon as you could.
It was a sort of a struggle to remember where his pans or spatulas were, but conveniently your last visits consisted of him cooking directly with or in front of you.
Fortunately, breakfast was miraculously complete without the building burning to ashes, and you were topping off the whipped cream on the french toast and strawberries, then adding on drizzles of Nutella chocolate. You plate the eggs and pour the piping hot creamed coffee into a mug.
As if you were right on time, Hongjoong comes out of the bathroom, with 30 minutes left until his leaving.
He looked beautiful as always, and the way he powerfully struts down the hallway with a briefcase in hand made it seem as if he claimed his writing establishment already.
The whole demeanor of the man changes when he sees you with a deliciously prepared dish on the island where the two of you commonly sit and eat.
"Hey, joongie! I figured- if you had a nice home-cooked breakfast, you're meeting would go a lot better..."
Also
‘I feel like a jerk for pushing you away, once again, and possibly hurting your feelings.’
"Oh baby…Thank you so much, my love! (There’s your boy.) Really, you didn't have to do this."
He walks next to you to kiss the temple of your head and places his briefcase next to him on the floor. "This looks amazing darling, and you made it all by yourself? I’m so proud of you."
You blush and nod humbly before pulling out a seat for him. He accepts your gesture and looks over your self-prepared dish with a pleasantry of surprise on his features.
"This is all made by me, only for you, angel." You kiss his cheek promptly and pull out the seat next to you.
"I will eat this deliciously then." he declares. He picks the fork and knife up on the plate, and your anxiety picks up at an all-time high.
He first digs into the strawberry-nutella french toast, one of your parents' specialties, it's so light and perfectly sweet, a childhood staple of yours. He takes the first bite and chews, chews, chews as he drifts into space.
This feeling of anticipation is like one of those competitive cooking shows where they take a long time just to give you a simple response in how the food tastes, and oh goes it irritates you when they go on a commercial break. "So-
"What the hell? Hongjoong exclaims. This is one of the best things I’ve ever tasted…how'd you come up with the recipe?”
A huge breath of relief expands out of your mouth and you let out a small giggle.
"It comes from my parents, I loved having it for breakfast growing up."
He nods before taking another bite, and then another, after another, until it's completely gone.
"If I had that when I was growing up as a kid, I would never leave my parent's house." He says and tries to lick up most of the remaining whipped cream off of his mouth.
"Oh honey, if you still stayed with your parents at 25, I don't know if we would be here right now." You both giggle.
As another, ‘please forgive me I do care about you’ gesture, you dab off the small bit of whipped cream with your thumb, but then you come up with the mischievous idea to place it into your mouth in the same thought.
"Honey? That's a new one...I like it." he overly clears his throat.
Hongjoong had paused his eating and watched your every movement carefully. He begins to shift and blink rapidly as he tries to make himself comfortable in his seat.
If you were the innocent virgin people thought you were, that maybe even Hongjoong even thought you were, you probably would have not understood what is occurring in his pants now. But that isn't you, and so you make more of the situation at hand.
"It's only because you're so sweet, and you told me you'll always ‘stick’ by my side, my love~."
It’s like he doesn’t know what to do with himself as his eyes flutter, and averts to sip on his coffee too then stabs into his eggs.
Hongjoong chokes up and shifts even more now. “That’s right, and I will keep that promise, as long as you’ll let me stay by your side.” He tries to wrap up the conversation quickly.
You take the hint and make the decision to end his sufferings, and stop your teasings because you don’t exactly have the time for part two of ‘The Shower Sequence’.
There were 10 minutes left for him to walk out the door and head to his meeting on time.
Both of you slowly rise after eating and awkwardly banter over who will take his plate and put it in the sink to wash later.
Inevitably, you win the banter as time ticks and flies away, and now the two of you are standing face to face at his door.
“Well. I guess this is goodbye for now…” you trail off.
Hongjoong stares deeply into your eyes, and for the first time, he forcibly pulls you forward into his chest and encloses the awkward space you had between one another.
“I, I am so thankful for you and I will miss you in every second. Everything will work out in our favor soon, trust me, you’ll see.”
You wonder what he has planned, or the meaning of what you two are now. But you hadn’t questioned it, however, when he leaves, your curiosity will eat you alive.
“I’ll miss you too angel. I know you’ll make a great impression in your meeting no matter what. You leave a blessing on everyone you meet, including me.”
As you learned from your mistakes before you equally embrace him, and reciprocate the hug to not diminish the seriousness of the moment, and it’s deeply appreciated as you feel Hongjoong pull you impossibly closer.
“Remember, you can call, text me, contact me in any way you know how, whenever you need, and I will try my very best to answer you, my love. If you get hungry, I can deliver you something to eat, or if you can find something in the fridge that works too.”
He’s said this multiple times over breakfast but you still aren’t taking it very well.
“I know…I know, and I understand joongie. I will contact you, whenever I need, but the same goes for you too okay?”
You begin to gently stroke his freshly washed white hair as he silently nods his head yes, and the sudden blare phone alarm goes off, crushing the sweet moment.
It was a scheduled reminder for him that it was officially time to go. Now, a reminder for you both, that is time to separate.
Hongjoong puts on another one of those “everything is gonna be alright” smiles and grabs onto both of your hands, swings his and your arms back, and forth.
“I promise you that, I’ll contact you too, you have my word. Please tell me that when you do, you won’t think of yourself as a burden, or that you’re getting in the way of things.”
He’s stalling and you know it. But he’s right because you would see yourself in that way. You nod your head yes as you continue to swing your arms together.
“Yes sir, I promise.” You say annoyingly in a sarcastic manner.
Hongjoong quirks a brow at the title, and you smack his hard chest which he took advantage of, and cup his face into your open hand just as you did at the rink.
“I think…
I’m falling in love with you.”
…
The beating of your heart is irregular, and your tongue is twisted from the abundance of words you want to confess. I mean, you used to be in love with the idea of being with him. But now, you are falling too, and hard. It’s weird because you’re usually keeping afloat all alone. You’ve never ‘fallen’ with someone before, and so now you are afraid to hit rock bottom.
“You don’t have to say anything now, I understand.” Hongjoong smiles.
He calmly takes away your hand from your face, and heads behind you toward the door, your frozen still in shock as your eyes now connect with your painting on the living room wall.
A much-needed refresher for a clouded mind. Its creation is a symbol of Kim Hongjoong to you. He has filled your life with sweetness, light, and fulfillment. He certainly doesn’t deserve a second of silence.
Another thing you realize is that he doesn’t pull away first. It’s mostly you always, and you wonder if he’s doing that to make you feel comfortable, or he truly doesn’t want to let go.
“Wait.” You say with your back still facing him.
Hongjoong stops and turns three-quarters of the way with his briefcase in hand.
“Just give me more time on that okay?” You add on.
Hongjoong gives you a firm nod, one that you cannot see. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”
As he walks out of the door, you finally turn to lock it behind him until he places a foot between you and it, with his face not even an inch near your even more shocked one.
“Take all the time you need, and I’ll still be here. Together, forever.” He holds out his pinky.
You take your hands off the lock and wrap your pinky around Hongjoong’s.
“Together, forever.”
And with that Hongjoong's pinky slips out the door, and his foot slithers out carefully. The door closes with a click and then...
silence.
Without Hongjoong, it's completely, pen-drop, silent, and ironically, you are apart from him after your promise.
You stare at the frame of the doorway, wafting in his scented perfume, remembering how not even a minute ago he was directly in front of you, and how in that same amount of time, maybe less than, he had to leave you behind.
It's not like you've forgotten how to be alone. You lived by yourself for so long. But finally sharing a space with someone, and for it to be ripped away when you need it most, makes you forget what to do with yourself.
Until then, all you had to do was figure out what to do inside his apartment for the next few hours, that is productive and useful, rather than waiting for him at the door like a house dog with separation anxiety.
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Fast forward, It’s been one whole hour or so, since you've been alone.
So far, all you’ve done is listen to a random collection of Hongjoong's albums. Most of which, were love songs about isolation and loneliness, so it was unconventional for a distraction.
The most you could give yourself credit for is washing the dishes you used to prepare Hongjoong's meal he ate earlier. It's the only thing productive task you've done in the time you’ve been alone, so far.
Right after he left you wandered back to his bedroom to snuggle and sniff his side of the bed.
Even in the moments after that, you were still so starved of him that you fished in his clothes hamper to throw on the hoodie he'd given to you in your car.
The embroidered words you recognize when you find it mocks your hungered state like a punch to the gut.
'Even on the darkest days, I will stand tall and find the sunlight…and yet your 'sunlight' has shined his light elsewhere.
It’s not like it was inevitable to escape from it, the darkness. This entire space you were in completely belonged to him, so winning the fight was never guaranteed.
It was such a huge difference between him being physically present, and the objects he owns sitting still to remind you that someone you hold dear to you is usually physically present.
A Home without an owner, is just a closed-in box with rooms, whereas with an owner, its provided life and personality, and so when their presence leaves its proximity, it becomes lifeless and bland.
It’s just like how you felt without him after your first date when you got home.
You've never felt lonelier, yet it accompanied the realization that you have no habits outside of erotic, sexual fantasy novels and online writings.
Hongjoong had and has been the most eventful and impactful thing in your life recently, and it makes you figure that maybe you’re too dependent on him.
However, your devotion transpired from the first time he swung in that door like Spider-Man to save you, his own Mary Jane, from a villain during that dark night at a party in high school.
Or the second time, with finding out that villain all along was your...‘ex-boss?’
Only two of the multiple reasons you are constantly pushing, declining, and saying sorry so often, (even though he deemed it unnecessary.) is because you’ve been deeply in debt to him, and you feel as though you are long overdue on your bill.
So first, you suffice for cleaning his entire apartment. You won’t move around things in any way, but sweep away the dust, wipe things down, clean the dishes, and make up his bed so he’d have a clean space to come home to.
It certainly took things off your mind for a while, and you are very proud of what you've accomplished.
But then you had nothing to do once again, and it was now early in the afternoon, and Hongjoong still hadn't come back yet.
Maybe shooting him a text wouldn't be so bad…
You: Hey angel, still missing you over here lol. How's business going?
Many minutes stroll on by with no reply from him. If you weren't checking every minute it wouldn't have felt like many hours.
So what else could you do?
You can watch TV, even though you would hardly pay attention to it with so much on your mind.
Maybe…just maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to check if there is a second chapter of Lucid Dreams.
Just as a little something to help you get by... it’s not perverted really if you’re 'unofficially-officially' together.
(and give each other the best head you’ve ever had. Well the best for him, but the best and the first for you.)
So would it be that harmful to lay on his living room couch right now in this clean quiet and open space, and relieve yourself of the need Hongjoong can’t physically give you right now?
Your eyes avert to your phone you threw on a pillow in frustration 1 minute ago, and you snatch it into your fidgety hands to open the site of the NSFW account.
It’s so easy to find it now, if you type one letter into the search bar, it automatically shows up. It’s not surprising given the the multitude of times you check for updates on a daily, or re-read the first chapter.
@lemontree1117, 'When Life Gives You Lemons, Write About Lust.'
To your great surprise, another writing of lust was published by user @lemontree1117 two days ago, during the night of the harsh truth. The timing of it couldn’t be any more perfect.
It’s been a few days since the lucky librarian has gotten the orgasm of her lifetime, and she’s been craving for more ever since.
In every minute of every day, her legs ached painfully, yet somehow to her, it was, at the same time, pleasurable. It was all she ever wanted in her love life, a hint of spice.
Even more so, the night of the event was romantic in the morning of. A shiny silver platter was what she woke up to that morning. Right next to the millionaire journalist and having breakfast in bed sided with a large bouquet of flowers.
Speaking of rich million journalists, Chris had 'mysteriously' disappeared, and had been seen nowhere at the library, coincidentally also for the past few days. It’s dawned on the sweet librarian that she might have been condensed to a “hit and run.”
She knew where he lived, but even given that benefit, she wouldn’t dare expose him in that light, she was bold inside of her books and dreams of erotic fantasy, but not that bold to bang at someone’s door to fulfill her sexual needs.
When business wasn’t busy, she attended to her novel books as always, but for some odd reason, a simple sentence took 10 minutes to read. Her focus was in and out even with the help of putting on her glasses.
Thankfully, her shift was coming to an end, every book was checked on the shelves for replacement, damages, or lost in her list, and the money register was locked for safety. All she had to do was lock the entrance, outside, in the dark.
It was scary sometimes, but living in a suburban area made it less terrifying with lesser crime rates, but there was never a 0% chance of something happening. Hell, if they were rich, they could easily pay someone hush money, maybe even her boss, the owner of the building, the coward.
It’s strange, the commonality between the librarian's boss and yours, ex-boss, but you haven’t exactly put your 'two weeks' in yet. The fears of the dark, and what lurking in it, every detail is almost triggering, yet you are only in it for the smut, 'just ignore it. and move on.' you think.
Upon walking down the street to her car she passes every building with alleyways in between. College houses, apartments, and fancy bars, it was almost odd to throw a quiet library in the bunch.
“Hey pretty lady, what are you doing walking by yourself in the dark?” a husky voice speaks out. Their shadow was nothing too familiar, but their voice was, somehow. A cloud of smoke makes shapes and blends into the thick night air.
Pretty lady…?
“Chris…please tell me that it’s just you hiding in the dark over there.”
A chuckle echoes in the alley. “Yeah Angel”, he throws down the cigar and stomps it out, “Of course it’s me, I recognized you by the way you were walking all funny, it seems like your legs still might be sore from a few days ago.” He says cockily.
Chris intended to use ‘angel’ to commentate on the librairian's false portrayal of innocence, but for you, it was to adorn Hongjoong’s purity, because he's your perfect person, who saves you from life's tragedies.
The librarian then rolls her eyes and continues her journey of walking as she moves further down the sidewalk to finally reach her car shining in the streetlight. She makes her way to the driver's side of the street and opens the door, Chris follows in pursuit.
“Look. I gotta go, it’s my bedtime, Chris, I’ll see you soon. Maybe in the library if you decide to show your face, or even call me on the phone for that matter.” She mumbled the last few words before entering her car and sitting in the driver's seat.
Chris knocks onto the passenger side window with one balled-up fist and holds and waves for the librarian's attention. “C'mon Angel, I had some business that I needed to take care of, don’t be like that.”
At that, the librarian rolls down the window in reply. “Don’t tell me how to act, or what to be, when you ghosted me and screwed me over. Literally! And you know what-“
The librarian continues on and on from the events of that morning and gets back out of the door in the street. Chris does his best in trying to calm her down. “Angel, listen-
“There you go again, telling me what to do!” The librarian exclaims.
A car down the street makes a turn off the corner from the couple's point of direction, and it’s picking up at full speed. “No baby seriously, you have to listen to me right now Angel. You gotta move, there’s a car-”
“Oh now you’re worried about me, and my safety, how cute. Where was that the past few days Chris, huh?”
“Angel I’m sorry just-please, move!” The car gets closer and serves in the street picking up uncontrollable speed.
“See how angry you get when I ignore you, imagine how I’ve been for the past FEW DAYS.”
“ANGEL GET OUT OF THE DAMN WAY BEFORE YOU GET RAN OVER!” Chris shouts.
“WELL LET IT HIT ME, IT’S NOT LIKE YOUR CARE ANYWAY!” The librarian shouts back.
A blinded ray of light infiltrated the librarian's eyes as she stood there in shock, Chris wasn’t lying, and she would’ve heard the squeak of the tires swerving against the pavement if she could hear over her screams.
“Dammit Angel!” The librarian felt an impactful collision and heard the sound of two cars crashing. She was breathing heavily with her eyes closed, and a heavy weight was felt over her body.
“Shit...am I dead? The librarian heaves.
“No, I saved you. You would’ve though, taken a good look at your car.” The journalist speaks from beside her, the heavyweight that held down onto her body.
It gave her room to check the status of her car. It was easily destroyed with the bumper hanging for dear life, and the driver's side door came off completely. The presumably drunk driver, thankfully comes out of the car a coughing and hurling mess.
“Well. There’s my way home.”
“You can ride with me Angel…after a trip to the hospital.”
Chris and the librarian came out of the hospital after taking many health tests, everything things turned out fine, there were a few scratches and bruises, and they were prescribed a bottle of painkillers.
The police also had there discussions of their recalling of the situation with both of them, and it was confirmed the driver who crashed into her vehicle was drunk, and a DUI and a paycheck to the librarian was the consequence.
At last, the librarian and the Journalist made it back to his penthouse loft, a place of reverence and semi-bittersweet memories. “Thank you, for saving my life. You're my hero.”
Like Hongjoong was yours. Your sunshine, your hero, angel, and light.
Chris walks up to the librarian and cradles her face to place a sweet chaste kiss to get lips. It was non-lustrous and careful as if she was a piece of shattered glass. “Don’t ever do that again okay? Not with anyone, or anything.”
The librarian nods and rashes her fingers through the back of Chris’s head, “I promise”.
Chris wraps his large hands firmly around the librarian's delicate waist as he collides their bodies with no space left between them, and encaptures her lips whole as his tongue remembers every part of her mouth.
The kiss grows deeper, passionate, and sweet, with a small hint of that spice. Their bodies stumble into the bedroom and onto the bed, never disconnecting.
Clothes are off and thrown onto the floor, there were some moments when they had to separate, but after they stuck to one another like super glue.
Chris Hongjoong rests above the librarian's body as he shifts forward to align his cock with her cunt, and immediately dives deep. The pace he moves is so slow and steady that it burns so good as it stretches her out as it did the first time.
It nearly feels better than ramming it to her, but the thrill doesn’t equate, yet the connection is much stronger.
“Augghh have mercy… has anyone ever told you how amazing you are both the inside and outside angel?” The journalist groans.
“Nope. Fu-hmmm just you Christopher Hongjoong.” The librarian giggles, which is followed by a whimper as she feels the journalist drags his clock deeper purposely making her toes curl.
He continues at the same pace with the need for release becoming all too difficult to keep in. “I’m gonna cum, and you're gonna take it, like the cum slut you are. Okay, angel?”
The librarian nods hurriedly, and wraps her legs around Chris’s Hongjoong’s slender waist. “Y-yes sir give it to me like the cum s-slut I am.”
A hot breath of air heats the librarians back as the journalists chuckles, “Your so desperate, but if that’s what you want…”
Ropes of white shoot out of the journalist's cock and into the librarian's stretched pussy. Upon pulling out there had been some that leaked but Chris was sure to scoop with his tip every bit back in to where it rightfully belonged.
The librarian and journalist cuddle into the expensive silk bedded sheets with their still naked bodies.
“You’re mine now, and I’ll do anything to never hurt or leave ever again, and I swear by that.” Chris whispers.
THE END
As much as the story partially satisfied your need for stress relief, it induced some as well.
It was nearly exact in relation to the life you are now living, which is helpful in some areas but it makes you miss Hongjoong even more.
You place your phone back onto the table and roam the kitchen for some snacks.
Simultaneously a double ‘RING’ sound emits from your phone with the jumping wave of vibrations.
Never in your life have you raced to your phone so fast, and it was all because you knew exactly who it could be.
Boss: Hey Y/n I’m worried as to why you decided not to show up at work today without prior notice. Was it something I said on Friday?"
Boss: Let’s meet up and talk about it at the office, this isn’t like you at all.
…
What a fucking mood killer.
Like he knows you ‘at all’ really. He doesn't recognize that you'd met years ago at the party, but even then you didn't get to have a proper greeting to another.
He just went straight to what he wanted, and how he was going to get it, with or without your consent.
You don't even click on his message at the risk of him seeing that you saw it. At the risk that he might make a move to find you because you are avoiding him.
Which isn't a lie because you were.
Your phone vibrates from another message from someone who is always on time to your rescue, and even saving the day at this very moment.
Hongjoong: Baby~ I miss you so much T.T.
Hongjoong: I apologize for not answering you sooner, but my schedule is finally done for the day so I’ll just tell you everything when I get back home!
[ Home: A place where we feel most comfortable, loved, and protected. Whether it's a person, place, or thing, it’s where we rebound to, when life gets unbearable. ]
Two more ‘RING (S)’ and vibrations surge through your phone.
Hongjoong: I hope you’ve been good, I’ve got some some delicious food, for the both of us.
Hongjoong: Let’s eat together when I get there love.
You: Sure thing honey, Be sure to come back home quickly please~
When Hongjoong came back he burst through the door and sat the takeout quickly on the table as he picked you up from the couch with you ‘spider monkeying’ on him.
Repetitive kisses, hugs, and looks of adoration were shared between you two, and it only had been a few hours since you were apart.
In keeping with your previous discussions Hongjoong brought home a meal that you had desired to try in the past, and just like every meal you shared, it tasted delicious and exceeded your expectations.
He was overall just very attentive, and he even noticed your cleaning and dusting of his apartment.
He also bought cake for dessert, in celebration of the business meeting going so smoothly.
"It looks as if I might become a CEO one of these days. They want to see me every single day this week to make business plans!" Hongjoong exclaimed.
You were so thrilled to hear such news, but the message you received earlier made you wish for him to just be around all the time.
But how could you bring it up now when he's in such a positive mood?
After a delicious meal, you talk about each other's days at the kitchen island as you sit on his lap.
Both you and Hongjoong's attentiveness is at an all-time high, which is perfectly fine because that’s what you’ve both been needing throughout the day…especially for you in the last couple of moments before he arrived.
The night ended just as the day started earlier in the shower. Rather this time, the two of you did it in his bed. You don’t think his or your thighs could power through that way again anyhow.
…
"My love? Love, can you wake up for me, please? Darling…Baby?"
On your side of the bed, Hongjoong stands and hovers over your relaxed body calling you all your favorite pet names as you awaken to the sound of his sweet honey voice.
"Hm? Good morning to you too joongie. you smile widely, reliving the intensifying pleasures of last night. “I’m still kinda sore, I think?" you laugh.
You make grabby hands for him to get ahold of and join you in bed, but he isn't making any movements whatsoever, and his happy-go-lucky features disfigure in concern as his hands fumble behind his back.
“Can we, talk?" Hongjoong asks.
You sit up and nod slowly in response to his out-of-the-blue inquiry.
This is a question that scares you and could be answered by a collective of many responses. What if he discovered your true identity, and what you have been hiding from him? After all, you have gotten so comfortable with him that you have given him something to base his speculations upon. Speculations that can cause you to be apart from each other. For good.
Hongjoong releases one of his hands, scratches the skin of his neck in nervousness, and then brings the other one forth.
What was in his hand was something you didn't expect...
your phone.
"I just came up here to ask if you wanted to go to the cafe to get coffee and walk around the park to get some fresh air. But then as I walked in here to wake you, I saw 14 text messages and 6 missed calls from a contact named Boss."
Shit.
You take your phone immediately to see that just this morning, he sent you 14 messages and called you a total of 6 times.
Yesterday it was just two simple messages, and because you ignored him he decided maybe blowing you up would bring clarity? You were gonna tell Hongjoong soon about the first two, but you just didn't know when, or how. But you guess when everything lets itself out to be discovered in the open when it's time.
"I was...going to tell you-but you were so happy yesterday, and I didn't want to ruin that for you." you explain.
Hongjoong looks at your phone in your hand intensely and shakes his head.
"My love... I'm more upset that he's bothering you rather than you telling me about him bothering you. We need to report him and bring him down immediately. Things, are getting out of hand."
The thing about monsters is that they are easier to fear than confront in the dark. However, there is a limit, before it becomes too much. Then you, the victim, have to become the monster and use their evil tactics, to scare them away.
"You're right. So…what should we do first?" you asked.
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And that's how Plan "Sexist-Mysoginistic-Dickwad-Takedown or Plan (SMDT) for short, was created on the walk to the park that morning with both of your matcha green lattes in hand.
At one point Hongjoong stopped, to take a turn to his original point of a beautiful walk in the park.
He led you to a nearby bench that was unexpectedly under a special tree.
A lemon tree.
In a way, it was as if everything was coming full circle to allow you to openly reveal all your secrets to your boss, about who he was before he was your boss, and to Hongjoong, about the erotic fantasies you had of Hongjoong.
Speaking of, when he left again for another meeting that very morning and the rest of the ones think the same week after it, Plan (SMDT) started to arise in action.
After the plot of every day's agenda, you could tell by how tired and burned out Hongjoong was that it'd been eventful.
He was battling his meetings for his establishment, while simultaneously following the agenda of your boss's "Takedown".
But he always made time for you as if it was lightwork.
"All you have to do is tell your side of the story."
Hongjoong had said this when you asked him about your part in this. He handed you a tape recorder and that was the end of it.
Neither of you had ever complained or expressed concern when you shared a meal, watched a movie, listened to music on the couch, and on the calmer nights, cuddled in each other's bodies and watched the sparkling moonlight shine.
Even more so, there was extra kissing, touching, rubbing, sucking, licking, and hugging, and exploring new experiences in bed.
But you had yet to spend a day outdoors. To be able to guess what Hongjoong does in a day because he tells you he has it 'under control'.
You were still so paranoid of your ex-boss and attacker finding you. He should’ve put two and two together by now. But then again he could be unbothered and oblivious.
However, he could know, and be watching you when you least expect it.
Just maybe, he knows what Hongjoong looks like from all his hard work, and has become fairly aware of Plan (SMDT) by Hongjoong publicly doing whatever he’s doing.
Your boss could be following him, every day to his meetings, and back home in hopes of getting to you because you couldn’t be found at your apartment.
Thankfully, It all comes to a stop on that Friday evening.
A day that used to be the happiest because, one, you could pause all your duties for work on the weekend, well, when you had a job anyway, and two, you get to pick out a lucky 10 selection of books to bring home with you to explore for the entire next week, when the library was open.
Both joys have been taken away, and now the only thing you're anticipating is news from Hongjoong about the meetings and, If Plan (SMDT), is close to completion.
Your boss was leaving for Japan tomorrow and you hoped Hongjoong had acquired something useful before it was too late.
A click at the door acknowledges you of the exact person you were thinking of.
"Baby, you won’t believe what happened today..."Hongjoong says as he enters through the front door. Usually, it was an ‘I’m home!’ or ‘Baby, I missed you~’. in which you were greeted with.
You stop the A Fool's Garden "Lemon Tree" record and pat the space on Hongjoong's couch for him to comfortably tell you all the details.
"Everything okay?" you asked in a worried tone, and began your adapted daily routine of rubbing onto his tired body.
Hongjoong groans at your touch and leans into you in chase of a deeper feeling.
"I would assume so. You-ahh, you remember Park Seongwha right?" Hongjoong asks softly.
Hongjoong's friend. The one who had invited you to his house party in high school that night…How could you ever forget?
"Of course I do. What about him?"
You didn’t mean to sound careless, but you were genuinely curious about how he might be involved in the plan.
"Well, Seongwha, is a public prosecutor now- and he decided, mmmh, to help us out. He says you inspired him because he felt obligated to help other people, in the way he failed to help you."
You immediately pause in massaging Hongjoong's body in the realization of what he was saying.
Although the determination Seongwha has is heartwarming, it's depressing to take on the burden of someone else's heinous crime, when you never thought it would happen in the first place.
You remember Seongwha, as a huge people person, he didn't belong to one particular group or category, he fit into all with his additional grace and that's what made him so special.
Prior to that night, you’d have never been to one of his parties, but you'd always hear about how amazing of a host he was. That's why you trusted him without the thought that anything worrisome would happen to you.
"It wasn't his fault. He is not the right person, to take any kind of blame."
Hongjoong sighs heavily and slouches deeper into the couch.
"I tried telling him that, but just like me he’s stubborn, and to this day, he’s still taking it pretty hard."
He then rises forward to sit up and lay his briefcase on the table. Inside it, is his laptop, and lays down a USB drive beside it.
“What’s that?” you ask.
Hongjoong picks up the drive and twirls it between his fingers like it’s a historical golden treasure that makes anyone a billion times richer.
"All the dirt he tried to wash away from that night until now, is recorded on this drive. Do you think, that you are mentally prepared to handle that right now darling?"
Hell yeah, this is what you've been waiting for and more. Although you have played a huge part in it, you are not the only victim of his recklessness, not the first, and who knows about the last. Altogether, it's a lot bigger than just you, and the secret he's held captive will be shared with many others.
"Im ready."
Hongjoong places the drive into your hands.
"You can do the honors..."
With no time wasted, you insert the drive and a file appears thats titled; ‘PLAN SMDT’. You double-click on the file, and a video thumbnail enlarges onto the screen with a play button in the center. Beneath it you assume a person to be Seonghwa, and by the looks of it sitting across from an empty chair on a desk, in a federal office.
You flex your finger above his mouse pad in hesitation punching your eyes shut to take a deep breath.
With a quick jab of the tip of your pointer finger, the video plays and you hurriedly rush back into Hongjoong's arms.
Static of a quiet echoed space sound throughout the speakers, and seconds later a man whose stature you know all too well walks in like he owns the place before pulling out the chair across from Seongwha to take his seat.
Out of habit, you begin to squeeze and pinch the flesh of your thighs until you feel Hongjoong move your hand gently and intertwine his hand in replacement.
So instead, as a coping mechanism to hear all the underlying truth in true color, you squeeze onto his hand for dear life.
...
"How are you today, Sir?" Seongwha asks.
Now that you assume Plan SMDT has been established, Sexist Misogynistic Disgusting Turd will be the new code for your ex-boss's new name.
“Seongwha?! SMDT exclaims in disbelief. “No way, I mean-come on man, drop and the formalities, our schools were rivals, not us. Damn... I can't believe it. Park fucking-excuse my French, freaking Seongwha. Wasn't it you who threw all those cool parties?"
Seongwha just stares blankly as he rants, and SMDT takes notice of his seriousness which makes him look a little uneasy for a millisecond, but he puts it to an end and keeps his composure.
"Mind explaining to me why I’m here? I’m supposed to be headed to Japan tomorrow, I mean seriously, what the hell is going on?” SMDT adds on.
“It’s Mr. Park, sir. Regardless of our past, it is my job to maintain my professionalism, even with those I personally knew.”
SMDT chuckles as he leans back in his chair to shake his head in amusement while eyeing Seonghwa up and down.
“Is that how it is? Okay, Mr. Park.” the man whom you most despise, pops the 'P' in the most obnoxious way.
“Anyhow.” Seongwha ignores. “You were called here today to explain a charge that has been mysteriously dropped from the high school party I hosted nearly a decade ago. Do you recall at all sir?”
Your boss chuckles. "Oh I recall, and clearly Mr. Park, tell me, if it’s been nearly one whole decade, and the charge is already dropped, why the hell are we here talking about it? What do you want from me?”
An echo of silence is bounced around the space before Seongwha loudly clears his throat.
“There have been new allegations pertaining to you, in relation to the incident that occurred that night. Did you know that (Y/n) (L/n), a recent employee of yours was the victim involved concerning that dropped charge?”
Your jaw clenches at the sound of your name, and Hongjoong rubs your back in comfort. So now SMDT knows exactly who you are after all these years just as you have, and by the horrified look on his features, the dots should connect in his simplistic fucking brain now.
“What...Y/n? C'mon, that’s-that's ridiculous, she doesn’t even seem like, the party type! Hell, she still has yet to accept my free trip to Japan, she's all work and no play!" SMDT nervously chuckles between words.
“No play, huh?" Seonghwa reiterates questionably.
Your ex-boss sits up and swallows deeply before fixing his work tie, and eases down tiredly in his chair.
"What are you getting at?"
What I'm getting at is, Seongwha pauses, "...even she wasn’t made aware that it was you that night. However, you did entrap her in darkness after all.”
A breath shudders out of your nostrils as a tear trickles down your cheek, but you're quick to wipe it with yours and Honjoong's conjoined hands before he can ask if you need a break.
“Okay.” Your boss chuckles again, and very suddenly his body stands tall as his chair squeaks behind him with friction to the ground.
He’s in very close proximity to Seongwha's face right now, but as he said before, it's his job to maintain his professionalism, and he does so by remaining calm and seated.
“You listen to me right fucking now. SMDT spits out. Like I told everyone back then, she was a weird, freaky, virgin, who tried to take advantage of vulnerable guys. Hell, I even made a post about it, and I got expelled, and put into jail for 6 months with a misdemeanor on my record!" He evilly laughs.
Seongwha carefully fixes a paper that has been crumbled under SMDT's hands with the grip he has on the desk. He looks so unbothered and untouchable.
“I’m aware because I had seen that post myself. But I also know, that you and your friends did that many times before, and not always did the girls get as lucky as (Y/n) did.”
SMDT leans back and releases his grip on the desk. Pointing his finger unsteadily toward Seongwha.
"You know what. Just like those girls did, she had it coming. She’d worn that skin-tight dress to be sexy and proactive. I was told, that she was a virgin desperate to swipe her v card. So I was just the cashier who was ready and waiting at the register."
"You sick fucking bastard, you'll be robbed of everything soon enough," you whisper. Another tear escapes, and Hongjoong sits back and watches it fall because he knows it's he knows that keeping them filled into the back of your eyes will create a waterfall later.
“That’s not a valid excuse sir. Seongwha states with one lower octave tone of his voice. "We’re not talking about what she was wearing that night. If anything, we’ve been told Mrs. (L/n) escaped from you to the bathroom, and that’s where you took advantage of her in the darkness.”
“Oh c'mon, who told you that shit load of crap.” SMDT groans.
“She did, it's on tape. The people back then that attended the same party as you did. Your classmates, Me, and Kim Hongjoong, my best friend who came from out of town to the party to intervene before you could go further, resulting in a physical altercation, which gave you that scar in your eye.”
A deep sigh echoes from the speakers and the chair scrapes against the fort once again. Your boss has sat back down again.
“I don’t know what to tell you alright? I told you, and her, my side of the story, I'm the victim here. You know what, why the fuck am I still talking to you, where’s my lawyer?” SMDT sporadically questions.
“You’ll be able to speak with them soon enough. Seongwha answers. "However please stay seated. We’ve also recovered several statements from female employees from your facility. Have you ever blackmailed one of them in return for sexual favors?”
You pause and look at Hongjoong, when did he find the time to do all of this? How did he convince those women, your co-workers, to tell their stories? They were being...blackmailed?
“This is insane. Do you even have evidence to back all of this up?” SMDT angrily quizzes.
“Yeah, sure. Here’s a file of recordings, camera footage, statements, and more. Let's watch it all shall we?” Seongwha prompts.
“I would love to.” SMDT says with a facading grin. It was all catching up to him but he'd continue to play the part until he'd been fired from his role.
"Here’s camera footage of women coming in your office and coming out in distressed states." Seongwha clicks the play button of black and white security footage.
You see yourself typing away and working hard in your previously owned private office at 2x speed and how nearly a dozen women come in and out of your ex-bosses office in a whole work shift.
"Why is it that you close the blinds every time?" Seongwha questions.
"Their private business meetings," SMDT answers in an annoyed tone.
"Okay then. Seonghwha shrugs. "Just recently, an employee of yours recorded one of these private business meetings on tape, and you had a lot to say, sir."
Seongwha moves his mouse and clicks onto and black video image that can only be indicated as a recording with audio.
...
“I'm just saying she doesn't seem to be so that interested in that trip, can I go?" A feminine voice emits.
“You don’t know that! A voice you recognize as your ex-bosses yells.
"See the difference between her and all of your Secretary-intern bitches is that you think you know everything because you’ve had a taste of my dick! He whisper shouts.
You don’t get special benefits, not like she does because she doesn't make herself easy and works hard for all she has. I mean I'm paying for your son's fuckin schooling, aren’t I? What else could you possibly need?" SMDT finishes.
“Well I figured since, I’ve been doing this for more years than she has.. that maybe I can get something more?” the 'Secretary-intern implies.
“Well if you want more.." your ex-boss trails off, "...then you have to give more right? On your knees.”
You reach forward and shut down Hongjoong's laptop to bury your face in your hands.
A few minutes of silence pass, and all the words that are left to say have been thrown out the window.
"We have more than just that just so you know." Hongjoong whispers in hopes of breaking the silence.
You uncuffed your hands from your face, you feel like you could throw up the last bits of the video just thumping loudly in your brain.
"That's good. You nod. "Does that mean he's gone, and he won't be able to hurt anyone else? You add.
"It's what I promised you. Hongjoong answers. "The plan is to catch him before he boards for his flight tomorrow. He's gonna be exposed to the entire world for who he truly is."
As he should.
"It's about time. Thank you, and...
I love you."
Hongjoong stares blankly and his body glitches from a loss of what's most proper to do next.
"I know you said it to me, and I hadn't said anything back, so it's not like you have to-"
"I love you too." Hongjoong blurts. "Like a lot. A whole lot my love."
The both of you simultaneously look at each other's lips and lean into rubbing against each other's noses as your breaths mingle in unity.
"My angel. In true human form." you whisper.
"Together forever?" Hongjoong whispers back.
As an answer this time you connect your lips into a deep passionate kiss as a together forever, a thank you, and an
I love you.
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Mr.Write 📝 Right: Chapter 3
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☑️🤍A/N: Please read the warnings because this might be triggering to some of you.
☑️🤍Word Count: 18.9k
☑️🤍Warnings: Self Sabotage, Struggles of Self Confidence, Depression, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Angst, Mentions of Bullying, Reoccurring trauma, Sexist/Misogynist Boss! Masturbation, Smut, Oral sex, Lots of Fluff, and Language.
There has never been a more peaceful night of sleep than last night at Hongjoong's.
The physical contact you felt with his arms around your body and his chest pressing against your back was agonizing, but also soothing.
In the early morning hours of Saturday, you and Hongjoong are still in the same position you fell asleep in. Even with him right next to you, not once did he appear in your dreams.
Now that you think about it, you cannot even recall the dream you had. However, you sense it was just as peaceful as the moment you shared last night. He made you feel comfortable, reassured, and safe.
Safe, he is.
He had a calming and reassuring presence that allowed you to drift off deep into slumber. His scent was almost like a drug. Even more, now the sun's rays highlighted his features made him even more appealing.
He had told you last night that he would stay up here in the living room with you, and he had kept his word, and that made you cling to him even more in this moment.
It was not your fault. He glued you in his hold. Like he wanted to protect you from something. Maybe, it was your confession about your "high school party trauma" last night.
To both your utmost disappointment and delight, he woke up shortly after, and the first thing he asked was, “How did you sleep my love?” his voice was scratchy and deep, and upon opening his sparkling eyes he blinked rapidly from the cracks of sunlight between the curtains. “Good, you?” you answered happily.
“Like a baby,” he said between yawns, and you sat up from his numb arm as he stretches with a warm smile on his lips.
He nearly looked like a baby too when he did that. His skin looked so soft, and his scent lingered and was strongly addictive, and his white hair soft and fluffy, perfectly sticking up in a mess.
He adjusts himself to sit upward and looks right back at you with a frown. “I have a business meeting this morning. I’m meeting up with a CEO to get my writing establishment up and running.” You're frowning now too, but its quickly replaced when he offered to take you out to the cafe where you both had your first sit-down conversation after he asked you out for a quick cup of coffee at the library.
Which somehow led you two to getting to know one another, and then your actual first date last night.
You remembered your clothes were on the desk chair in his bedroom which you stripped out of clumsily last night. When you excused yourself from the couch and entered his room to retrieve them, you reminisced about having trouble pulling off your stockings while Hongjoong was presumably taking a dump.
However, you also remember your uncensored mind thinking otherwise.
Hongjoong got up a few minutes after you as you heard him enter the bathroom, taking a shower to make a good impression for his big day.
There’s a slight temptation to open the door to see what he looks like in all his glory through the crystal clear shower door without it being a problem. But that’s not realistic, that stuff only happens in fiction.
You space out and you don’t know where the time flew, but you were just standing in the middle of his room thinking naughty thoughts, and a click of the bedroom door intrudes you.
To your relief, its just Hongjoong.
With a towel covering his naked body on his hips?!
Now this is real life. You are braindead and there are no thoughts, just what you’re seeing with your own two unmoving eyes. His earlier fluffy white snowball of hair is now a dirty white with strands of hair on his forehead.
What’s more new to you is a tattoo on his inner left arm. You must have been entirely too tired to recognize it last night. It reads “NO1LIKeMe” in a grafitti like print. His tan skin, sculpted with a chiseled chest and perky dark pink nipples that rest above a soft stomach, with a light lining of his nicely toned abs.
Every time he shows more of himself to you, he becomes more angel-like. No matter the condition he’s in, he’ll be giving off a mysterious and alluring aura that makes him seem like the perfect male protagonist from a novel of love and romance.
Your eyes travel further down to the two slanted lines on his stomach that come together into a V under the towel to his d-
“Y/n? Hey, yoo-hoo, y/n~” He snaps his fingers and waves his hand in your direction in the doorway. Your immediate focus is on his face. “Hongjoong! Y-yes, what is it?”
He maneuvers into the room while looking at your clothes from last night in your tight grip. “Uh, I need to change and grab an outfit from my closet.”
Nodding a yes in understanding, you take an awkward step to the side as your eyes uncontrollably flicker to his lean torso. He struts into the closet and you inspect his back before you slowly close the door. Slowly, just to savor the image of him.
Suddenly, the only thing visible between the small crack of Hongjoong’s bedroom door is a pop-up of precious face with dangling strands of white covering his eyes.
“One more thing love. I just wanted to let you know you can keep the sweatpants. I remember how uncomfortable your outfit made you last night." You move your mouth to speak, but your jaw is stuck before you can finally get the words out. If you take his sweatpants, what would you do with them?
No.
You can’t do anything like that.
It’s something that he possesses personally. Well used to? It is a well-known thing for a guy to give a girl his hoodie, but sweatpants? That’s an entirely different territory. But you didn’t want to slip on tight stockings with an even tighter dress. “Oh. Okay, um, thank you, but...I can still give them back to you after I throw them in the wash.” your voice turns high-pitched toward the end.
The washer you were talking about was the all-in-one washer and dryer that you used to rid of the wet stain of your dirty sheets, dirtily dreaming, of him.
“No, they're yours to keep." he giggles. "I’ll be out in just a minute love.” He shuts the door, and it's followed by a click. You wait for another, but he walks away. He didn’t even lock it. Does he trust you that much? Because he honestly shouldn’t. He obviously can’t read your filthy mind and you're grateful. But besides that, you suppose he would trust you not to invade his privacy. Its only normal.
You stop yourself from reaching upward to the doorknob and ball your clothes up into your arms. You proceed to walk down the hall to the living room, and then past the kitchen, as you make it to the doorway to slip on your shoes and stuff your clothes inside of your purse.
Like a bot, you stand idly at the door waiting for Hongjoong as your eyes wander. You take one final once over in his living room, where the both of you slept in each others embrace.
The intensity of vivid color in his wall posters and antiques intrigues you on his red brick back wall. Your eyes are transfixed into an illusion-until your painting from last night pulls you back out.
When did he find the time to put that there? Maybe when you went into his room to change, which ended up being a prolonged time in la-la land.
It looked perfect in that exact place in blended in with the other artworks. Something you created that reminded you of him, was in his home now. You're sure, its where it rightfully belongs.
You hear a clattering of keys, and then the opening and closing of his fridge, and then sound of his footsteps nearing you. He appears with his hands full. In one hand, is a container of the creamy tomato chicken pasta that you devoured last night. On the other hand, his painting of the seed which reminded him of you.
“Here you go. Eat this whenever you like. You seemed to enjoy it last night. I’ll give you my painting when I drop you back to your apartment.” He hands you the container and you take in his wavy white hair, and newly dressed, body.
He had his iconic silver rounded glasses back on and wore a forest green jacket with matching pants and a low black undershirt with that revealed his chest and neck covered in chokers, and a pretty necklace full of charms. “Okay, sounds good. I'll be sure to return this container after I eat, thank you.”
As a gesture of understanding, he nods his head and makes his way in front of you as he unlocks the door, and you notice his pearl earrings were nowhere to be seen. It was rather an array of hoops on his helix, and dangled earrings in replacement to the pretty pearls.
‘When the hell did he have so many ear piercings, and who exactly was he trying to impress?’ you thought. But you really couldn’t be that overprotective, your relationship didn’t even have a label.
He opens the door from the inside and holds it open for you. “Hopefully you can come over here a few more times after you return it?”
Um. One time wasn’t so bad, you guess. But will you be able to stay here another time without slipping up and acting on your impulses? “Yeah, maybe, I could.” The sides of his lips curl up and he closes the door behind you as you walk out.
Going back to your apartment was something that you dreaded. But it is your safe place where you can unleash your fantasies out in the open without judgment.
You hoped he told you that you could come to the meeting with him just to see him in that outfit for a while longer.
However, this is a private matter. Frankly, after night like this with him, you had some control of self-restraint over your thoughts. With him attached to your side, you can be calm. Although it would probably freak him out on how attached you can be.
When the both of you entered the cafe, the vibes were reminiscent. The past you that was sitting here a month ago would not have believed that you spent the night in the arms of the man of your literal dreams.
You get another stank face from another server after they greet Hongjoong with a smile, and you’re almost certain that it’s like they hate seeing you with him. But, if you were them, you’d hate seeing him with anyone else too.
Like last time you both take your original spots by the window, and Hongjoong grabs your attention before you can use it as an excuse to space out. A server arrives immediately and asks Hongjoong first for his order. He looks directly into your eyes and smiles. "I'll take a matcha green latte."
The waiter scribbles harshly on the pad, as she asks you for your order, but it doesn't affect you in the slightest. "I'll have the same as well." The waitress nods, and takes off with an attitude.
Your eyes are trained back on Hongjoong who still has a smile directed at you on his perfect pink lips. You remember him saying the beverage helped him with writer’s block or headaches. But he’s too happy to have a headache, and he isn’t writing, so he can’t have writer’s block.
You ordered it for a reason, and not to copy him, but it reminded you of the first time you sat here. Of him as a person which you symbolized on your portrait last night. You caught yourself smiling too a few times when you remembered it was on his living room wall. You would go back to his studio apartment just to admire it.
The way he glanced down at your mugs and then flicked his lustrous eyes back onto you made you realize, he was thinking the same.
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Conversation was lighthearted and easy like Hongjoong always made it seem, and it was becoming easy for you too, but you were still a stuttering mess ever now and again.
Turns out, the reason he wore such a pretty outfit only for the meeting business CEO because he wanted to be as authentic as possible. He only wore plain pearl earrings and turtlenecks because his old writing establishment had a strict dress code for employees.
But you can't complain about the new look. Its like he went from a pretty man, to a pretty yet, self-determined man.
The both of you left knowing a little more about each other than you had before, but your secret remains secret (for obvious reasons).
He had dropped you back to your apartment to leave for his scheduled business meeting. Even in such a time crunch, he still found the time to be a gentleman and open and close the door for you.
The both of you stood outside of your 6-story apartment, and he had his painting in his hands, upheld in your direction. “This belongs to you now, my adorable little seed.” He had said when he handed you the colorful canvas. As you did when he spoke so kindly to you, you were suffering an internal crisis, yet you surprised yourself with what you said next.
“Thank you-my sunshine?” You still aren't sure why you said that. In effect you were thinking about running into your apartment without bidding a proper goodbye.
But Hongjoong had a smile appearing on his face. “Sunshine?" he giggles. "Awe, you’re so cute. What should I do?" he giggles more between his words, (insert another internal crisis). 'What would he be willing to do?'
"Okay, I, unfortunately, have to leave now, or I'll be late. Until next time, my love?” A firm nod is all you can shoot back as you battle an internal war with your mind. You watch as Hongjoong gets into his sleek black car and drives off after he gives you one of those lovable gecko-like smiles through the passenger side window.
When he’s out of sight, you let out a deep breath that was held captive in your chest ever since you saw his delicate waist hugged inside of that towel.
Here you are on your bed, in present time, and after every interaction with Hongjoong, you’re lying in bed and overthinking your every action.
You wouldn’t have expected to spend the night at his house, much more, in his bare arms. It’s like your lust for him is dissipating but it's still existent. Actual feelings of liking him as a person past all the craving for desire, and it makes you question if you want much more from him.
If you want him to be yours.
Yet you can’t, Even if he paints a portrait for you that is now above your nightstand, on your plain white walls, and calls you his adorable little seed. Even if he says you’ll be successful together in the future. Even if you sleep in his arms with his sweatpants on.
You’re still in denial.
He hasn’t told you how he wants to be together in the future. It can be the same as now, two people who just enjoy each other’s company.
And so to cure your want, you give into your usual ways and read an erotic fiction full of lust and romance. You grab your laptop on your nightstand and press the power button as you watch it come to life.
The fanfic in which you were going to read was still open on your screen. It makes sense as you remember how you closed it in a panic when getting ready for your date last night. You pick up where you left off after a moment of searching.
“Just what, pretty lady? Don’t you enjoy reading it? How about feeling it? Does anyone make you feel like that?”
This part still makes butterflies flutter all over your belly, and it hits even harder after a night of intense emotional connection with Kim Hongjoong.
“I, I do, and no I do not, Sir.” The librarian tries to keep her professional composure as the dark-haired man smiles devilishly at the nickname.
“Sir huh, so you like authority and being taken care of? Will you let me take care of you, angel?”The librarian nods her head enthusiastically and looks around frantically as she bites at her lips. Her thighs create a slippery friction at the promise of getting all she’s ever desired.
There was a lot to think about here, he was a stranger, willingly offering to give her what she wanted…why? But who knows the next time she’ll ever get an opportunity like this. “My shift ends at 8 PM. Where do we meet?”
At 8 PM the librarian locks the door of the building while waiting in the alley like the journalists said. It was dangerous to just wait in the alley by herself, but for the sake of the non-stopping ache in her pussy, she was willing to do just about anything.
“Good job, pretty lady, looks like to follow directions pretty well huh…that’s good.” He motions the two of his fingers to her to follow him, and she knew that, but her mind went elsewhere.
That reminded you of when you had done the same last night when Hongjoong gestured for you to follow him to his apartment after you got out of the elevator. Did he know of its double meaning?
The librarian and journalist arrive at a penthouse in his luxurious car. The minute he shut the door behind her, he grabbed her by the sides of her waist and yanks her close to the bulge in his pants.
I think the sex scene of the story started like this, right? The guy rubbing his clothed cock on the woman's pantied covered ass. The businessman continues his motions and lifted her pencil skirt. Reaching his hands in front of her body, he stopped right above her clit through her panties.
Oh, this is where the smut begins, and you get up to grab a towel to put underneath you, settling back in your bed and pulling off Hongjoong sweatpants to hold them up to your nose as inhale his soft, sweet, and masculine scent. He said it was yours too keep, and so you'll do whatever you wish.
“I forgot what was next, Angel?” The librarian’s heavy breaths hitched in surprise. She wasn’t expecting for him to ask her to recite the details of what led up to the sex in the story.
“U-uh, t-the guy, twirled the girl around to face him, and then he threw her over his shoulder, took her to the bedroom, and they-” The businessman stopped the movements of his hips on the back of the librarian's ass through her panties. “They what angel? Tell me so I can give you what you want~”
The librarian swallows a lump of out her throat. She knew all the details; it was saying then it loud they worked her nerves. “They stripped each other’s clothes off until they were bare. The girl was fucked so hard, she couldn’t walk for weeks.”
Chris Hongjoong the journalist cockily smirks and starts doing everything the librarian told him in that order. There the librarian was sprawled out on the bed, naked in all her glory. Her glasses were crooked on her face, and she waited for the direction of the man who was springing his cock out of his boxers above her at the edge of the bed.
The librarian just stares as he strokes himself and Chris Hongjoong is egged on. by her tearful gaze. At this, he pulls off his boxers completely and rubs his cockhead between the sports slits of her soaked pussy.
“Oh, my- fuck angel. His eyes flutter and he moans loudly. “Did you even need preparation? I could slip into you with no issues, your so wet, and I bet you’re so fucking tight.”
He pushes in his tip before sliding back out and moving it back over again to feel her tightness close around him once more and you insert your remote-controlled vibrator from under your bed .“P-please don’t tease me, Chris Hongjoong. I n-need you!” the librarian stresses out.
Chris Hongjoong slides out once again and chuckles as he looks at the naked, desperate librarian with her glasses crooked on her face. “Your right angel, where are my manners? The journalists slide his full length into the librarian with ease, burying himself in her tight hole with a pace she can adjust to.
“F-faster,” the librarian whimpers. The dark white-haired journalist laughs softly at her request. “Just like the girl in the story, you beg for more. Are you ready to get fucked into oblivion, angel?”
You nod your head enthusiastically, and so does the librarian in the writing. “Yes, please.” Chris Hongjoong folds the distraught librarian’s legs, shifting himself impossibly deeper into her cunt and they both moan and grunt in unison.
“Fuck, I knew you were tight”. Pulling back slowly, he drags his length out, leaving the top kissing to her entrance before pounding back in with an animalistic pace. He slipped in and out of her so easily by the help of her wetness and a squelch squishes out with every pump.
“Ahhhh~ Chris Hongjoong I'm gonna cum!”, the librarian shouts, and you were right there with her. You turn your vibrator to its highest setting and your pussy lips buzz at the sensation.
“I’m right behind you angel cum for me!” As if by magic librarian does what she’s told and he cum not too far behind. Heavy breaths sound throughout the master bedroom and he pulls out slowly, slipping from her warmth and a string of cum connects them both.
You cum on the towel underneath you, a save from having to wash your sheets again.
The librarian’s legs fall on the bed, and the journalist sits back and smirks. “Better than a storybook when you can feel it in real life, right angel?
THE END
Closing your laptop, you get up and fold the towel concealing the white sticky spot and throw it in the all-in-one washer and dryer.
As you watched the towel in the machine spin, you feel pathetic. Not even a full hour since you’ve last seen Hongjoong and you’re already horny and out of your mind. Even after the climax, you still feel let down with disappointment.
You sigh and decide to find something else to do to get it off your mind and somehow feel better.
Watching TV and eating the creamy tomato pasta Hongjoong has given you is what you decide upon for the rest of the day. Despite your urges, you did nothing vulgar for the rest of the night as you later fell fast asleep like a baby with a warm and fulfilled stomach, something you hadn't experienced since you last saw your parents, which had been a full month because you're so ashamed.
When you woke up that Sunday morning in the same position, you sulk into wasting your whole night feeling shitty for something that you had complete control over. After your date with Hongjoong, you discovered newfound inspiration to do more than masturbate, read, and feel like shit afterward. It’s time that you find other habit that serve more positive purposes.
The question is; what other hobbies are you even interested in? You’ve been doing this since 19 and now you’re 25 years old. Your days are in a clock-worked routine. You’re usually so busy throughout the mornings to early evenings with work, and you always come home drained from your boss’s antics. So to feel something you wear yourself out even more, and finger out all the misery of being a virgin.
Just yesterday, you were happily painting because Hongjoong reserved a paint and sip. Which at first you didn’t think you would enjoy. But all your mental burdens evaporated with how therapeutic it was, and took your mind off of all your guilt and trauma. It’s something that you can consider as a new hobby.
With that thought in mind you get up from your couch and take a hot shower to head out to the craft store and get all the supplies you used in last night's paint and sip. A pack of brushes, a pack of blank canvases with an easel, a board for the paint, actual paint with all the colors of the rainbow.
To replicate the experience you go to your local convenience store to get a cheap bottle of wine. You don't need a glass, no matter what container it's in it'll all go down the same. So you suffice to drinking straight out of the bottle.
Soon, you are back at home and feverishly excited in a stool with everything set in place. The sudden realization of you having no idea of what to paint, depletes all excitement quickly, and then you hear Hongjoong's voice ring in your head.
“How about, we paint something that reminds us of each other, then we can exchange them?”
That's it, you'll paint something else that reminds you of him, and this time you can keep it for yourself.
You get to work and freestyle as you let the brush guide you. Your in your own world as the night falls, and the street lights shine bright, Several hours later and you've used all the colors, and the bottle of wine is nearly gone, Turns out the cheap convenience store wine still had a little kick. Which meant at work tomorrow you'll be screwed. You stumble on your stool to take a look at your final creation.
The right side of the canvas was painted with a blue silhouette of a person holding a red heart. The person's heart hovered over a larger heart on the left side of the canvas in the foreground. On the inside of the larger heart, there were splotches of red, orange, and yellow, and rainbow stripes of colors were on its outline. The space in between the two elements were still blank with white so you painted it with pink and added a few white dots. You don't know what it means, but it's 2 am and all you want to do is crash after a hard day's of habit exploring.
It’s another Monday and on the last one, you felt refreshed and relieved. But this Monday, you feel great dread and hungover. It was depressing to go back to the same old routine after a weekend of new discoveries. You can already sense your boss breathing down your neck trying to persuade you about that just-you-and-him-once-in-a-lifetime Japan trip.
You do your usual morning routine, and pop in a couple of aspirins as you drive to the tall, window glassed industrial building, and enter its elevator. After a few seconds of short-termed patience, you press the closing door when you don’t see anyone coming on.
You're thankful to be at peace with your throbbing headache as you close your eyes, and you let out a huff as the humming sound of the door closing operates in your eardrums.
That is, until you hear the humming get jacked, and you open your eyes to see the one person you were going to try your best to avoid today.
Your dickwad misogynist sexist of a boss.
“Good morning to you, y/n. Sleep well?” Hongjoong asked you a question similar to that yesterday morning, but it didn’t sound as sweet coming from your boss’s mouth. Rather, it was very sour, and it made you cringe. He steps into the elevator and fixes his button which looks very distraught. You move into the corner as of you were trying to give him space, but you were honestly doing it for the safety of yourself.
“Yes sir, and you?” you say in your best enthusiastic tone Truth is, you didn’t care in the slightest because he is your biggest nightmare. But of out common courtesy and professionalism, you asked anyway as the door closes. “Sleep is always good for me. I’ve got a nice mattress to lie on.”
You know the underlying meaning but you simply nod when he smiles over at you. The elevator elevates up to the floor to both of your private offices, and its quiet as the humming stills the awkward atmosphere.
When you reach your departments floor, your boss gestures for you to step out first, and as much as you want to, you can’t. You don’t trust him in the slightest. “You can go first sir, im sure you have very important business to attend to.” you quip.
He laughs and shakes his head in amusement as he walks out and goes to his office across the hall, and two doors down from yours. When he opens his door, he looks up and down and leans his head back in laughter before walking in.
You ignore his tauntings and walk into your office to put your things down as you boot up your computer. The black screen allows you to stare at your reflection before it turns on. It was funny how you looked reserved and professional on the outside, but you were fighting one of the biggest battles of your life on the inside.
The computer fully turns on and you open up your emails to see any new messages of the agenda your boss requested of you today. You double-click on the link attached to a newly sent message and you see a long list of tasks to complete for the next 8 hours. Usually, in a day busy as this, you start right away, but you lack the motivation and simmering headache causes you to minimize the window.
You open another tab and type www.letsgettogether.org, Hongoong’s blog site.
He posted a new article today, Eternal Sunshine. His titles were always so sweet and simple, and you would’ve thought the same about this one if it weren’t because you call him your sunshine earlier. You click the “read more” button and read its contents and one passage sticks out to you.
‘We should be able to celebrate every moment. You and I can make this world an everlasting festival. Days that last forever, and nights where the darkness sleeps. We can only hope that the scenery of the future is beautiful. But what do we want? We are all gems to this treasure. Just take action, and if we work together, all people from all walks of life. Then I can promise you, we can acquire that treasure. The place you’ve been dreaming of is right in front of your very eyes. Will you do something about it? Or ignore it?’
He was talking about something completely irrelevant from what you were thinking, but it still applies to your differing thoughts. 'Days that can last forever, and nights where darkness sleeps.' It reminded you of how Hongjoong, your sunshine, made you feel safe from the creatures of the dark. Both in the dream world and in real life sleeping in his arms.
After you get up from your chair, you decide to walk down to the lobby and get something to drink to refresh your mind. When you pass your boss’s office, you side glance him through his window to see that he was stressed with paperwork. Hopefully, that will lay him off of you today and you can get some work down without him opening your door every hour.
Pushing open the glass door, you turn and close it behind you and head toward the coffee machine. You weren’t one for coffee, but you need the energy boost (Plus a certain someone has you hooked on something else lately).
Your eyes sparkle at a pre-made powdered version of the green matcha tea latte Hongjoong orders at the cafe. You never it was lined up behind the coffee.
But you rarely ever came down here for hot drinks, maybe a drink of water, or a pastry, but then again you never could stay for long either. You grab the packet and it takes you a few minutes but you finally press the right buttons for the hot water to come out.
Ding!
Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you ignore it. It was just probably another email from the pestering dickwad.
Ding!
Okay, he never emailed you twice in that short of a period, he was straightforward and brief with one email. He was always lazy like that. You are still not sure how he landed the job.
You pull your phone out of your side pocket and see two messages from Hongjoong. You swipe your thumb over the screen and go straight to your messages and press his contact. It was easy to find considering you barely had anyone to text or call.
Hongjoong: Lovely morning to you love, I know you might be busy at work right now, but I just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you. (*^.^*)
Hongjoong: Thoughts of Friday night and Saturday morning infiltrated my mind and I was wondering if you wanted to continue things…
You drunkenly stumble against the counter with a sly smirk on your face and nibble on your index finger as you study his messages for a proper reply. But then another message appears.
Hongjoong: Text me back whenever you can pretty please.(•¯ ∀ ¯•)
At that, you do so immediately. Chuckling quietly at his emoticon as you type your message.
You: I’m hiding from my boss right now actually, and I don't want to work.
Somehow, it was so easy to confess to him. You weren't one to openly complain and just follow orders, but with Hongjoong it feels permitted to confess.
He reads the message immediately and you realize you haven't acknowledged his other messages. In a flash, you type out a brief reply to him wanting to hang out and 'continue things'.
You: Also, I would like to continue things with you! When were you thinking of hanging out?
Honestly, you are still weren’t sure if you want to continue things. It would only break your heart in the end if he didn’t have any sort of attraction to you. But then again, that wouldn’t be fair to him if he wanted something more than sex after sharing a few memories you have together. But slowly and unsurely, you were feeling the same way.
Hongjoong: How about sometime this weekend when you won’t be busy working? I’m sure I’ll be free by then too.
Just as you were going to reply, the door burst open and you see your boss standing there with a wide smile on his face. It was a surprise to see him here. He never came down here to get his refreshments. His secretary always gets i for him. So it makes you question in your mind, why the hell is he here right now?
“Oh, that’s good. I see someone’s spirits are back up again. What happened? Did you just get some exciting news there?”
What you want to say is, “How the fuck do you know I was happy about some exciting news? Were you watching me through the door, you pervert? But you put on your game face, and move off from the counter to face him.
“Ah yes, a package delivery I’ve been waiting for is finally here!" you lie through your teeth.
“Oh really? What is it?” He crosses his arms as he eyes you up and down and you come up with something quick to escape from his gaze. “It’s a brand new-mini vacuum cleaner!”
He releases his arms and lets out a chuckle before he comes closer as he leans his hand on the countertop. “Ah, I see, it’s the little things that excite you, huh? he then winks.
The machine lets out a cute ringtone showing your drink was ready and it couldn’t be more perfect in timing. “Ah, my tea is ready. I'll be off to work now sir.”
You exit out of the glass door with your phone and tea in one hand and your other hand opens it. As much as you want to rush to get into your not-so-private office, you feel another buzz in your pocket. You also don’t want to suffer second-degree burns on your body, although that would be a great excuse to leave this place, you aren’t that crazy.
Upon entering your office you set your matcha tea down in your desk that is far too hot to drink. In your other hand you open your phone wth a swipe to reply to the new message Hongjoong had sent.
You: Yeah, the weekend is my only free time. But I suppose I’ll just see you until then?
A grey box appears at his reply and it takes a moment to load as it buffers in pixel quality, and comes clear into a gif image. Its a smiling hamster squeezing an animated heart.
Hongjoong: Yes. I'm so excited. I have something very fun planned this weekend, and we don’t have to sit down. It requires a lot of movement. (★^^★)
His gif sweetens your sour mood, but seeing his last bit of words spices it up. You know his meaning and intention with the last sentence of his message, but your mind goes to that place of erotic fantasy.
You put your phone down and get to work. The matcha green tea tasted like bitter hot water and nothing like what you and Hongjoong drink at the cafe. You look over the list of tasks and try your best to get the tough things out of the way. It was like your boss was trying to tire you more than usual. Like maybe he wanted you to take vacation leave.
“Wait, that fucking dickwad!” You whisper aloud in your office and cover your mouth immediately, even if the door is closed and the room was soundproof. But the sudden realization that your boss was purposely overworking while you were already stressed made you more stressed.
“Fuck that sexist-mysognistic shithead, I'm gonna show him what a real woman can do.” You say in a lower tone, yet you still look around the room before sipping your tea and getting straight to work.
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It continued that way for the entire week. Your boss pressed your buttons with a long list of nonsense, but you put the blood, sweat and tears into your efforts to make sense out of it and complete your work until 5 o’clock.
He’d even come to your office a few times to distract you , but your eyes remained on your screen, talking to it as he tries to make useless conversation about the upcoming trip in the next week with you.
Friday arrives and you gladly grabbed your prepacked belongings to bolt at the door after watching the time on your phone display 5:00. You reach your hand out to touch to lever of the door handle but it opens for you the door hitting you square in the face.
An immediate flashback of the door hitting you at the house party twice in high school from nearly getting assaulted makes you fold over.
“Woah! Sorry about that y/n. I haven’t done that since I went into a bathroom at a party in high school. Let’s just say it didn’t end well, but that’s all buried in the past.”
Wait.
No way.
No fucking way.
You rise move your hands to pinch the back of your thigh as you look him dead in the eyes.
He doesn’t look apologetic; he doesn’t look guilty, and the way he brushed off his comment left you on the edge. What scared you even more is that he isn’t too far in age, he was only 27. You now acknowledge a scratch on the inside of his eye as he looks awkwardly to the side.
“What high school did you go to?” Its the first question that pops into your head, and it might give the information you need.
He says the name of your exact high school, and it arises your suspicions, but before you flip out, you have to be really sure. “Ah,really?" Another pinch to your thigh. "I had a cousin that went there.” you lie. "If you don’t mind, what exactly happened that night?”
The two of you never have civil conversations like this. It was always one-sided and he'd always be the one to initiate it.
He takes a slow and steady breath as he shakes his head. “I never told anyone this because i’m ashamed. This girl she- she came onto to me in the bathroom. And it was dark so I hadn’t noticed when she covered my mouth with her hand so I couldn't scream. I tried to get her off of me, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. So I had to fight her off and that’s when she broke a glass vase over my head and pieces fell into my eye." He points at the scar in his eye.
"And heres the kicker, she pretended to get scared and bang on the door, and i got beat up because she claimed she was gonna get raped."
Its him.
He's your attacker from the party your peers convinced you to go to to let loose. Even more, he's reciting your story to you like its some sort of script he remembered.
The reason you’re afraid of what lingers in the dark. The reason you jumped when Hongjoong caressed your lower back to guide you. The reason your job is a fucking hellhole now. The reason you’re working for a sexist, misogynistic dickwad. The reason you are a 25-year-old virgin who reads fictional erotic fantasy novels because your afraid of loving someone in real life.
The back of your thighs are burning with heat and so is your anger. You want to cry and make him suffer to death at the same time. But you push past him, harshly shifting his entire body and take the stairs to your car. You don’t have patience for an elevator, not with the chance of your attacker following after you.
A tsunami of tears intrudes your eyeballs, and your chest grows tight with the pain. You start your car and begin driving with no direction in mind, and you hiccuping as you continuously remove your hand from the wheel to wipe the pouring tears.
Its been too long since you've been on the road and pull into the parking lot of some random building you can’t make out and turn your car off in a parking space to breathe as you dig your fingernails into the wheel. “Fuck!” You release the indents of you nails and bang against the wheel, repetitively, and even blaring the horn a few times.
You undergo a mental breakdown and sob once again after your rant of chaos. All the events of life led you here in this exact moment. “Why me.” You sob. “Why me.” you repeat. A knock on your window erupts your sorrow and you keep your head down as you wave them off. “Get away from me!”
“Y/n? Is that you? Are you okay my love, i heard your car horn from inside.”
Fuck its Hongjoong? Does that mean you drove to his apartment building absent minded? You can’t let him see you like this. You aren’t stable enough to be around him, you never were.
"Please go away?” you ask gently as you raise your voice enough for him to hear you between the glass.
“If that is what you really want, then yes. But I am right here for you love. Anything you need, i'm here for you.”
Is not what you really want. But its something you have to think about for a few minutes as you wipe your puffy eyes and catch your lost breath. You sigh deeply and reach over to the inside of your door and hit the unlock button, and then upward to push the button to roll down the passenger side window Hongjoong was opposite of.
You slowly turn your head and look up and see his perfectly arched brows furrow in sympathy, and you finally cave in. “Come in.” you say between sobs.
Hongjoong enters your car and settles down in the thick tension in the atmosphere. It was silent for a few heartbeats as you wipe your ever-flowing tears and Hongjoong sits unwavering in his seat until he can’t take watching your eyes grow red from irritation by the minute.
“Don't rub too hard please. You can cause damage to the lens of your eye or the cornea. I read it in a book once." You pause, and then continue rubbing your eyes softer with your head remaining downward.
“Here, let me dry them off for you. The next thing you know is his hand caressing the underside of your jaw and your looking up at him through cloudy vision. He looks like an angel that payed you a visit on Earth, and you would gladly let him take you to heaven than live in the hell that you're currently in. His thumbs swipes off the tears seeping out from the underside of your eyes, and you shakily exhale at the feeling of the warm pads on your skin.
“There, much better. You blink your eyes rapidly, and he becomes clear in your sight. His white hair is fluffy again in a fringe cut and he looks absolutely adorable. He’s wearing all black. A hoodie with a small sunflower logo and black sweatpants. But he doesn’t have any earrings on whatsoever, and his black pinky finger is now painted a bright white. He must’ve been relaxing alone in his apartment.
“I’m sorry you are going through this. Would you like to come up and talk? Or even just sit in silence and get a bite to eat?"
He is not the one you need an apology from right now, but he still does it. You are embarrassed to step foot out of the care and walk through his apartment building in this state, but you so desperately need comfort and he is your primary source. It’s why your body drove you here, after all. A half nod yes is what you can only respond with. Your throat is too tight. Even though you don’t give him a clear answer of what you needed, he pulls off his hoodie.
A tight black tee and his “NO1LIKeMe” tattoo comes into view as he hands his hoodie in front of you. You would be a babbling mess if you could speak right now, but you’re simply just flustered by his gesture and take the hoodie. “You can put it on so no one will see you when we walk up.”
Its like he read your mind and you’re actually grateful for that. You fumble around with the hoodie to find the hole for your head and slip it on. You pause for a moment to see a quote on the back of it in the same golden yellow as the sunflower. ‘Even on the darkest days, I will stand tall and find the sunlight.’
A tear slips down from your eye and Hongjoong wipes it away before it can travel down your cheek. You close your eyes at his touch and pull the hoodie over your head. There’s a very soft material on the inside and it smells like him. Coffee, vanilla, and sandalwood. A grand combination that you could trail off to and go for more like a mouse with cheese.
Hongjoong reaches over and unbuckles your seatbelt as he did on your first date. His scent intensifies, and it’s intoxicating your nostrils. You don’t mind and so you take advantage of your heavy breaths and inhale as much as you can. But then he moves to put his hand on the doors handle. “I’ll be right back, my love.”
You don’t want to be alone right now and you almost reach to grab him by his tatted arms until you se him walk into the street to your side of the door. He opens it and looks left and right to ensure no cars will hit you.
He holsters you out of the seat and carries you over to the sidewalk while his hand rest on your lower back carefully in case you jumped again. But you don’t. You don’t, because you know who your attacker is now. The only reason you ever did that was because was still out there in the real world and you never got a look at this face. But now you know who he is, and who to watch out for, and Hongjoong isn’t him.
His hand, is your shield.
Hongjoong escorts you through the lobby and up the elevator as fast as he can as you conceal yourself under his hood. When you got off the elevator, he pulled you to the side as other residents got on. He bows his head with his hand still on your lower back as he excuses the both of you.
When you step foot into his apartment door, he releases his hold on your lower back. You don’t mind it because you can lower your guard now, but any physical contact with him is what you crave. And not the sexual kind, but the comforting kind.
You don't take off your hood and scan lifet your head to scan for your painting. Its still in its previous position on the wall, and you smile for the first time after the revelation of your attacker.
“How does some creamy tomato chicken pasta sound? I made it last night and all I have to do is warm it up in the microwave.” You slip off your shoes and follow him into the kitchen as you see him pull a container out of the fridge.
Your stomach grumbles before you can even speak, and it’s all he needs to know before giggling and making his way into the kitchen to work on the meal. You remind yourself that you didn’t bring the container or his sweatpants.
“I didn’t bring your things back. I’m sorry.” you murmur. He turns from the microwave and looks at you with a serious look, which makes you worried. “We talked about this, right? You don’t have to use that word 'sorry' with me ever. Okay? Your human and you make mistakes. Plus, there’s always next time that you can give it to me. Right, love?"
It shocks you that he would even want you to come back after coming to his apartment with your personal problems. He must've of not known exactly what he was getting into, but he was willing to take it on. You nod timdly and he nods back with a hm followed by a bright smile. You stare at each other for a short moment that feels like forever and he turns back to the food heating up in the microwave.
You move inside his living room and rummage through his album collection to search for one specific record. “Lemon Tree” by Fools Garden.
You don’t think about how it’s the name of the fanfiction you’ve read the other night, but the comfort the song brought you on repeat as you slept in Hongjoong’s strong arms. Like the artist, your body unconciously drove you to the lost of the person you wished to seek . Except every little thing reminds you of him, more than just a lemon tree.
The song starts playing and the disoriented piano tune plays and you wander back over to the kitchen. You watch the shoulder blade in Hongjoong’s back shift through the material of his black shirt as he light dances in front of the microwave. What you didnt see is the bright smile on his face as the lyrics comes into play.
I’m sitting here in the boring room
It’s just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I’m wasting my time, I got nothing to do
I’m hanging around, I’m waiting for you
But nothing ever happens, and I wonder
There was nothing boring about this room. It hugged you between its walls. Hongjoong hugged you between these walls. But here you are waiting for him waiting for something to happen.
I’m driving around in my car
I’m driving too fast, I’m driving too far
I’d like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely. I’m waiting for you
But nothing ever happens, and I wonder
That verse hit you like a firetruck. You drove straight here from work, grieving alone. Waiting so desperately for him to come, and he did.
“All done!” Hongjoong announces from the kitchen as the microwaves beeps signaling the meal is heated up and ready to serve. The both of you meet at the bar and you sit down as you see him holding the plate on its cool edges as the steam arises from the middle of the plate. “Here you are, my love, eat well.”
You look at the dish, an absolute art of perfection, and dig in the masterpiece. “Thank you.” you say in between bites. It’s the first words you spoke since he sat in your car, but you mean it for some many other things. “My pleasure, my adorable little seed.”
He sits next to you and watches as you feast on the heavily filling meal in front of you with pure adoration. You were eating well indeed. The heat of the food spread throughout your body, slowly healing the cold vacant loneliness on the inside.
You take your final bite and lick your lips as you rub your tummy from the added weight, but it was a good added weight.
Hongjoong smiles as he pets over your head as if saying good job and you feel rewarded. He comes back after washing the plate and helps you get up to settle on the couch in the same position you were tangled together in last weekend. Lemon Tree starts over on the record player and you both watch the disk spin.
The sudden need to get the words of todays bolt out of the blue off your chest and into the pouring rain of your tears, and you rush out the words in a heaving breath.
“It was him all along, that guy in high school I’d told you about the other night.” you rush out. Hongjoong breathing slows as he ponders for a moment at your abrupt reckoning of emotion. But then you feel his heart beat rapidly under your hand as a gasp sinks his broad chest, and he remembers you mentioning it. He begins to rub you arm with a hum, and nods in understanding to signal for you to continue.
You breathe in deeply before you say your next set of words. “This whole time he was in front of me, my boss.”
Hongjoong stiffens and his ministrations of rubbing your arm comes to a stop and his grip tightens before he releases in the prevention of taking his frustration on you. But he still says nothing.
“He hit me in the face with the door in my private office when I was leaving at the end of my shift, and then he just casually says , 'Woah, sorry y/n, I haven’t done that since I went into a bathroom at a party in high school. Let’s just say it didn’t end well, but that’s all buried in the past.”
Hongjoong shifts as he brings you closer and kisses the top of your head softly. Your eyes flutter at the feeling, but you continue nonetheless.
“I didn’t want to wrongfully assume that it was him. ‘Maybe it’s just a coincidence’ I thought. But then I asked him more questions, and he told me everything in perfect description like he was the one it happened to. Even the exact lie he told that night that it was me assaulting him in the bathroom to the guy that saved me. I thought he’d be in jail in pay for his petty crimes, but he was my boss all these fucking years. The worst part is, he didn’t even recognize me.”
Hongjoong still doesn't say anything at the moment, but what could he say? The severity of the circumstances you were under was unheard of for him. How can someone with a criminal record become a wealthy CEO? They had to have some serious intel under his belt. But it also reminds him of something.
“In high school, my friend Seonghwa, invited me to this party far from my hometown. But I felt like I had to come anyway to support him. He was going through a rough patch at the time, so I figured he threw a party to relieve himself and he just wanted me there. Everything flew south when I lost him, and I heard screaming when I was going up the stairs. I kicked the door open, and a girl tumbled out of the bathroom screaming and grabbed a hold of my pants. I saw a guy with glass in his eye and it told me all I needed to know.”
Seongwha. Park Seongwha. He was the classmate who had invited you to his house party in high school. “Park Seongwha.” is all you say aloud as the many thoughts run through your head.
“Yes Park Seongwha, that’s my friend’s name. Wait, how did you-Wait y/n, that girl she’s-
You slowly lift your head to look into his eyes and nod a thousand yes’s, and the tears of a tsunami come flooding down your face again.
Hongjoong doesn’t wipe your tears, but he pulls you more closer than ever before and you just cry, cry, and cry.
Crying, because you’ve met your hero and your attacker all in one day. You cry because the man you only had sexual desires for is the actual man of your dreams. Saving you from the darkness and brought a light into your life. You cry because he is your sunshine and you are his seed, but you feel so lost right now and you're cowering back into the ground to the darkness.
Hongjoong repeatedly kisses your head as you tears soak his black shirt. He moves his lip down next you your ear ans kisses the lobe. “I promise you. Justice will prevail. Your days will last forever, and your nights will be, where the darkness sleeps.” he whispers softly.
You wouldn’t have known what the hell he was talking about if it wasn’t for the article of his that you read this morning. In it he was talking to his general audience, the world. But now he was repeating the same words to you, and it still applies clearly in this moment.
You place your head in between his neck and smell his scent. At one point he shifts forward and turns the record off with you still in his hold, and he turns on his TV by the border of where the kitchen and living room meet. It was a cheesy 80's horror movie that made you laugh and almost forget your newfound problems today. For now you'll just cuddle and think about how your 'sunshine', just turned into your 'Sunshine-hero'.
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As you grew tired, you were nodding off in Hongjoong's chest but then quickly awakening when you catch sight of the darkness underneath your eyelids. Hongjoong's carefully lifts up your head and carries you bridal style into his bedroom to lie on his comfy black comforter set.
He gets up to leave after kissing you on the head and leaving a pair of pajama shorts for you to change into as walks into the bathroom at next door to take a shower. Your sad you have to let him go for a while, but you nodded in understanding, and now you stripping your work shirt from underneath your hoodie as you hear the shower water run. Out pf respect you leave your sports bra on, and you pull off your trousers to pull on his pajama shorts that stopped below your knees.
When he came back in to wish you goodnight, he was in another all black outfit. A long sleeve black shirt and flowy shorts that match yours and stopped on his upper thighs. His white hair wasn’t fluffy anymore, yet it was still soft, but straight and split into naturally into two unequal halves. But it didn't make him look any less from perfect.
The image of him lets your imagination run free and you hear a “Goodnight, my adorable little seed” echo between your ears and he walks over to you and kisses you on the head. You snap out of it and you grabbed his tatted arm before he could leave.
“Stay with me, please.” He looked taken aback, and you sound so desperate. "Okay, i'll stay with you." He uses your connected hand to his arm and pulls himself to climb into the bed.
You scoot over and make room for him. It should feel tempting, arousing, and really unreal to be in the bed with him. But it’s consoling. He lays beside you and reaches up to turn the lamp off, but you reach for his arms once again.
He looks down at you and his brows furrow in confusion. You just shake your head no like a scared child, and it made him curious as to why you were still so afraid, but the darkness of the bathroom from the party's bathroom resonates through his mind, and he lies back down quickly and moves closer to you.
That night you found yourself snuggled in his chest, breathing into his scent surrounding you on his sheets, body, and his hoodie. It was like a drug of melatonin that allowed you to sleep peacefully. He wrapped his arms around your middle and you fell asleep just like that.
When you woke up that Saturday morning, however, he isn’t there, you almost panic until you hear a door clatter of keys and the door closing shut. You get up and walk into the living room to find the culprit in the source of sound. It could be Hongjoong, but what if it was someone else?
What if he actually followed you here and Hongjoong saw him and something bad happened?
To your relief as you saw white hair peek-a-booing from a backwards ball cap at the end of the wall of the doorway, and it was Hongjoong. He smiles widely at your sleepy state. with two cups in a carrier of what you smell to be two matcha green tea lattes. In between two croissants sandwiches with layers of thinly slices strawberries and whipped cream.
“Well, look at the beauty that the sun brought out. he sing songs. "Good morning, my love.” He grabs a latte out of the carrier and then hands you a croissant sandwich. “Eat well, please.”
You grow flustered as you thank him and take your seat at the bar in his kitchen to eat well as he asked so sweetly. The latte tasted so much better than the powdered version at work, and the croissant melted so perfectly in your mouth with the additional softness of the strawberries and whip cream.
No matter, if it was prepared by hand or store bought, every meal with Hongjoong tasted like a slice of heaven. Hongjoong places his food and drink next to you and settles down in the seat and begins to dig in.
After you're both done eating and drinking your divine breakfast meal, Hongjoong places your wrappers and cups in the trash and strolls back next you in his seat. “I was wondering-and you don't have to I would completely understand. But anyway I wanted to go on that date later today. Just to try and ease each others mind.”
You take a moment to make a decision. Would you want to go out in public in risk of seeing your boss, or would you rather hide inside forever in hopes he never comes to look for you instead? The thought of it makes you not want to return to your apartment. He probably has your address on file. But you’d feel awful for smothering Hongjoong with your personal matters inside his apartment, which is also a personal matter of his own, with him being the one to save you that night.
“Yes but, what if, what if he...you trail off.
“He won’t. If he does, I’ll make sure that asshole regrets it. He’ll be surprised to see a more familiar from his past, and i’m sure he’ll recognize me. Then i’ll protect you, and take him down, just as I did then. I promise you.” Hongjoong tone is aggressive and firm, but you know it’s not directed towards you.
You can imagine how frustrated he feels when he speaks about the past. You heard him and your attacker, now boss, fist fighting behind you as you took off. With glass in his eye, you imagined Hongjoong took advantage of that weak point and beat the shit of out him.
You just simply nod in understanding and agree to go on the date with Hongjoong on your side, with a promise protection.
Later that afternoon, Hongjoong tells you now would be a perfect time to leave as he watches you on the bed from his work desk. He was working on a new article and you were so delighted to see the behind the scenes of his creative works. He even repeated things aloud to see if it made sense, and he even asked you for your opinion a few times.
“I didn’t bring a change of clothes.” you remind him. He looks over at you in his hoodie and pajama shorts and nods his head before shutting down his laptop nad wandering into his closet for an outfit for the both of you. He pulls out a black and blue striped sweater with a turtleneck attached, matched with a pair of dark denim jeans. In his other hand, he pulls out a pair of black sweatpants decorated with sunflowers on the sides. It made you curious of why you and him were dressing so warmly.
“I was thinking, you can keep the hoodie on and wear these pants. I really think it suits you.” What suited you was the quote on the back, ‘Even on the darkest days, I will stand tall and find the sunlight.’ You figured he knew that and happened to find sweatpants that match. So you take the pants and boxers he pulled out after in his drawer,and he suggest you head to the shower as he gets dressed separately in his room.
As you walk into the bathroom, you peer into the large wall mirror and realize why he kindly suggests freshening up in the shower. Your face is swollen with leftover marks of dried tears and flakes of crust reside in the most random of places on your face and neck.
As you wash up, you smell the vanilla scent from the soap, which must mean the coffee smell obviously comes from the cafe, but sandalwood, that comes from somewhere you aren't sure of. In Real life, the attractive white haired journalist, whose name you rediscovered was Hongjoong when he told you. Not only has he become a substitute of a male protagonist of your online fan-fictions and storybooks, but he's also a real male with stupendous character inside your story in real life. As your now sunshine-hero, you've grown a fondness to him as a individual. But that was destined long ago when he rescued you, and sacrificed himself to fight your battle.
You dry off and moisturize with lotion atop of the sink and realize you look infinity times better and a shower is truly what you needed. After you put the clothes back on, you go to check on Hongjoong in his bedroom only to see darkness without him present. “I’m in here, my love!” he sings aloud. At once you back out of his room hurriedly and close the door. You walk toward the living room to see him laying upon the couch, dressed and waiting for you.
“Hi. I'm all ready to go.” you wave over to him in shyness. He added pieces to his outfit that spiced it up. His silver round glasses, and a silver layered necklace set. and small sliver hoops that matches. Hongjoong smiles seeing that your mood is a bit better. “You look nice,” he quips. He pushes himself up from the couch and pauses to look at you up and down with sparkly eyes. Its makes you feel small in a good way. You don't feel threatened, but prized as a beautiful treasure of fold he found.
“You look nicer.” you say. But he looks so much more than nice, he always does. “If only you could see yourself in my eyes.” he says. As much as it makes you blush in excitement, it also scares you, because how did he see you in his eyes?
The both of you rode in Hongjoong’s car. You were still timid and shooken up from the 'bolt out of the blue' yesterday. You look out into the window, and your eyes scan every person, in every car, to make sure he could not be possibly following you.
“Hey.” Hongjoong erupts your wandering eyes, and you turn to face him. He’s still driving with his eyes on the road and a cheeky grin on his face. “You’re safe with me, alright?”
He moves his hand from his lap onto yours, and he looks briefly at you for a moment to make sure it was okay. As a sign of confirmation, you place your hand over his and leave it there for the rest of the ride. Your second time smiling that night, and it wouldn’t be the last.
When you arrive at your destination, Hongjoong parks the car and gets out immediately. This time you don’t need to ask or worry, because you know he’s going to open the door for you. As you step out the car you feel a chill as you see an older man alone in a booth with a coat. It wasn’t out of season but it was a bit too warm for todays weather. It looked like he was a street vendor, trying to promote his business for next season when it grows colder.
“Skates for two please, hongjoong asks him. “Size?” The man behind the booth retorts. You both tell him your size and he pulls out two pair of skates with blades underneath. You’re going ice-skating! But you’ve never done that before.
Hongjoong pays for tickets and takes the skates off the counter and nods to the man. Behind the booth was a border oval wall, and a gated entrance. Upon walking up to it Hongjoong shows another worker your tickets. You turn from the worker and see a literal winter wonderland.
Families, kids and couples are skating on top of the large block of ice, a boxed in sqaure border inside the round walls are decorated in blue snowflakes and behind it are mountains of fluffy shaved white snow.
The best of all were the fairy lights above you, brightening the entire space to erect that feeling of happiness as everyone glides on the ice.
“Waaah” you say under your breath as you take in the magical scenery. A giggle outburst behind you and you know exactly who its from. “I’m going to guess that you’re pleased with the surprise then, my love?” You nod eagerly and confirm, “Very.”
The next thing you know is that you feel a warm touch to your hand. Hongjoong had intertwined both of yours together, a perfect fit. “Have you ever been ice skating before?” You shake your head no. “No, I haven’t, you?” He nods yes, “But it’s been a long time, I used to come here with my brother as a kid. You want to learn how to do this thing together?”
To that, you nod yes many times, and you and Hongjoong find a space between the skater on the ice and takeoff. As you stumble and quiver on the ice while Hongjoong holds you up with his hand still firm in his grip. You wonder what his brother is really like. You’ve heard a few stories about him, Bumjoong.
Hongjoong told you how he pushed him to become his own CEO when he was being mistreated. That without him he would be forever stuck in unhappiness. You would like to thank him if you meet him. If not for him, you would’ve never have sought Hongjoong typing away at that wooden table alone in the library, and be with him happily in this moment of the present.
“I can’t do this, I’m gonna fall!” Hongjoong tried to release your hands from the border’s edge, but you won’t let go. “Please, my love, will you trust me? I’ll be there to catch you every time you fall.” he pouts. Your grip loosens, but your hands remain. You look beside you to see Hongjoong looking at you sincerely with his hand out.
“You promise?” you questioned fearfully. Hongjoong nods reassuringly, and his breath turns into smoke into the air as he speaks. “I promise you, I will try my best to catch you every time you fall.” You take off one of your hands into his, He gesture to your other hand with his free one, and put your full trust into him as you let go.
“See, its not so bad, you just have to go slow.” You’re literally picking your feet up and walking on the ice. But Hongjoong says, 'very little progress is still progress'. You feel a wash of embarrassment as you see young kids pass you with blazing speed.
So you gather up the courage and attempt to go fast, dragging Hongjoong along with you. “Hey, Y/n you have to be very careful! You can accidentally slip and make us both-
Fall. Fall and twirl around like fools is what you both do as Hongjoong words get cut off. You blink your eyes from the dizziness and you feel Hongjoong’s arms still on your waist, yet you didn’t feel any impact upon hitting the ground.
You lift up from his chest and see that your straddling right on top of him. He's just as shocked as you but he doesn’t move as his chest moves from heavy breaths.
“Oh no, please forgive me!” You scramble off of him and stand up to offer him your hands to pull him off the freezing ice. “Here grab on. Your head must be so much pain, and I bet your back is so cold right now. Hongjoong, I’m so-"
“I’m fine.” He holds onto both of your wavering hands and lifts himself up with ease. “I’ll be okay, as long as you’re okay, too.” You give him another once over because you know he's lying. The ice is pretty damn hard, and he saved you from the harsh impact of sacrificing his own body.
Once again.
“Thank you for making sure I didn’t fall. Dammit, i'm so stupid, I should’ve stopped and listen to you.” You are about to go further on your rambling but then you feel a pair of warm hands on your cool cheek bones.
“As long- as you- are okay, I- will be- okay too, understood?” He pauses in between words and his tone is gentle yet dominating. You’re super close to his face now, you could nearly kiss him.
So you take a leap of faith, and for the first time, you act on your impulses around him. You bring your cold hands to his warm red cheekbones and you lean in closer.
Both of your breaths are mini ghost like figurines in the air as you both breathe heavily. “C-can I kiss you?” you shiver. Both of your cheeks heat up from the warmth of each others hand and the burning fluster at you outburst of words. His soft pink lips separate as they reveal a charming smile. “Yes. Yes you can.” he answers.
He meets you halfway, and now it’s your turn to do the same. Inching forward, you put your lips in contact with his. They’re warm against the freezing cold in the rink. You press you lips deeper and they're soft, plump, and addictive. It’s been forever since you’ve kissed someone, and you’re glad Hongjoong is the person to give you that sensation again. Everyone around you is non-existent in this moment, and you couldn’t care less about other people’s opinions for the first time in your entire people-pleasing life.
Hongjoong takes over the kiss and moves his hand to the back of your head. He licks your bottom lip, and you squeak at the new feeling of the wet muscle and pull away. “Um, I haven’t- I’ve never-felt that before.” Hongjoong eyes flutter open and his lustrous gaze rakes over at your apologetic expression. He seemed to have gotten lost in the heat of the moment. Literally.
“That’s alright, we can stop here.” he says. Yet, neither of you remove your hands from the other faces. “You, are amazingly beautiful." Hongjoong whispers. "You didn't have to be here with me right now, and yet your trying your best anyhow. I'm so proud of you."
You could cry in this very moment, and you almost do, but Hongjoong’s thumbs stop them from falling. “You are even more beautiful. In everything you do, you are still beautiful. I'm here because I trust you.” you confess It just came out, really. But it was in the forefront of your mind banging to be let out.
Hongjoong face grows more red and he bites his lip as he bends his head down and sniffles. He rises back up and shakes out the. urge to cry with you when he looks directly in your eyes.
“We’re both beautiful, but we’re even more so now that we're together again.” His hands drop from your face, and up to your hands to release your hand from his rosy cheekbones. “Lets take it nice and easy this time, yeah?”
Your serious demeanor turns into a playful one as you smack his shoulder at his taunt. Your third time smiling tonight.
“Right, nice and easy, whatever.” you roll your eyes halfway before bringing your focus back onto his gleaming smile. “Oh, someones being a brat, huh?” Your eyes widen at the nickname, and before he can look at your reaction, he turns and holds out his hand from the side. “Grab on.” You grab his hand and off the two of you go. But thus time, nice and easy.
You still slip and fell a few times but Hongjoong was always there to reduce the impact as he held onto you hand. When you got back up again he’d reward you with a chaste kiss. Your smile count increases, and it wasn’t because your cheeks were so numb, your face would be in great pain right now. You haven’t smiled this many times in one night, not even from reading a fluff romance story. It felt like you were living one of your own, and you and Hongjoong were the two main characters.
It grew darker outside and your feet were beginning to lose feeling from the additional coolness. Hongjoong felt the same and pulled you both to the side at the borders. “How about we stop here and grab some dinner?” You nod a firm yes in agreement and you both get off the ice and return your skates to rush to the car. Hongjoong sped up ahead of you to open your door because its 'what he’s been taught' and 'he can’t help it' . But you knew that very well.
Hongjoong cranks up the heat and puts on both of your seatbelts. Your hands were frozen in your pocket and both of your breathes are cut short. He looks over at your hidden hand and pulls them out of the pocket, and place them in his own.
Somehow, his were still warm, but you can see his teeth chattering even as the hot air blows from the vents. But it still doesn't make sense. “My goodness, your hands are frozen, my love.” They felt as if they really were, and you almost can’t feel the feverish heat of his touch. “How come you’re so warm?” you questioned.
“Well its because i'm your sunshine of course.” you smiley widely for the billionth time tonight. “ Ugh. Your so cheesy! you shout.
He brings up the back of your hand up for a romantic kiss. “Speaking of food, what should we eat tonight?” Pulling your lips back in shyness at the action, you think of something hot to eat as you stare out into the distance, releasing your bottom lip and biting softly.Unbeknownst to you, Hongjoong was staring at you, and hard while you were doing it. You’ve ever only cooked quick and easy thing so you come up with something hot, quick, and easy. “How about~ Ramen?”
Hongjoong brings your intertwines fingers up again and wave them in the air before giving you another romantic kiss on the back of your hand . “Yay! Good choice! Ramen sounds amazing right now. We can go to the convenience store down the street from my apartment.”
You nod in agreement and Hongjoong starts the car and drives to your new destination. Not once did he let go of your hand. Not in the car, or in the conivence store, nor when you came home to warm up the ramen, and sit down at the bar to eat. Or even when you’re in his bed together now facing each other and having playful banters as you talk about your date.
“Hey you were the one that said I could go faster!” you retort. “Yeah but you went way too fast, and now i’ve got a sore butt.” Hongjoong giggles and you join in with him.
Soon after you both calm down and a silence consumes the atmosphere. Although its a comfortable silence. He looks at you like your all the good in the world and you do the same to him. You can never tell him you secretly use him as a muse for your imagination. That you had a wet dream a bed him that it transferred into real life and ruined your sheets. Or that you somehow connected his favorite childhood song with the username of a writer on a 18+ website full of naughty reads. You can’t ruin the good you already have.
“Thank you for everything, Hongjoong. For tonight and other nights, and every single moment I’ve spent with you, thank you.” He smiles softly at your appreciation, and sits up to bring his other hand to the back of your head and kisses you gently as he leans your forehead against his. “Thank you, for trusting me and allowing me to re-enter your life. Thank you for walking up to me in the library and giving me a missing piece of joy in my life."
You feel like a crybaby as another tear slips and Hongjoong kisses it away.
Its a kiss that turns into many all over the entirety of your face, and then back onto your lips once again, and then deeper as he licks your bottom lip like he had earlier and you pull away just the same. “I don’t know how-”
"I know, just follow my lead.” hongjoong commands. In the next second, he dives back in, and then tries again at licking your bottom lip and you open your mouth to grant him access. At first it was just him tasting the inside of your mouth from the Ramen, but then you follow his lead like he asks and it all starts to come together.
Your tongue clashes with his, and he obviously dominates, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t going to fight back.
Its starting to get hot and your sweaters aren’t helping. Hongjoong grunts in frustration as detaches from your mouth. and takes off his black and blue turtleneck sweater to reveal his lean torso in a fitting black tank top. He eyes you down, and dives back in for more, but you stop him as you plant your hands on his chest before it goes any further. “Wait Hongjoong- i’ve still haven't done that before either.”
He cocks his head as he thinks about what “that” could be be, but it all clicks as he raises his brows, and he sits down on the back of his calves and shuffles away from you. “I’m sorry, I overstepped, let me just-
He grabs his turtleneck to throw it back on and you stop him as you grab on to the “No1LIKeMe tattoo on his upper arm. “Don’t. We can- we can do other things!"
Your outburst surprises him and you both. There’s a moment of stillness and then he carefully places his hand over yours on the ink of upper arm. "Y/n. Don’t have to feel pressured into doing anything with me, as I’ve said before, I overstepped.” You shake your head no and just plead with him to continue. “I want to, please.”
The position reminds you of how you were sitting at the table at the library in your dream last week. Hongjoong was right above you like how he is now and you can’t help but wonder what his actual fingers feel like in real life too. “Only if it’s what you really want, and you can always say no.” He inches closer as he rises to his knees.
“Yes. I want this, please.” Is all you have to say and Hongjoong lowers himself atop of you and captures your lips in his. It picks up from where you started, and he moves down to your neck inside of the hoodie. You reach down to take it off, but you found his hands were already there. He lifts it up and looks at you for confirmation. You simply nod and he takes it off to reveal you in just a bra. “No wonder you were so cold, my love.”
Truthfully, you were freezing your ass off on the ice. But you never told Hongjoong you had nothing underneath but a bra because he’d probably drive you back to his apartment that is many minutes away from the rink, and that would have been a buzzkill.
Yet, you don't tell him that. You don't tell him anything because he'll worry and he's done far too much of that. So you just give him an apologetic look with your lower lips jutted outward, and he leans down to kiss it away. “You’re lucky that your are so adorable, or i'd be scolding you.” He then moves his kisses further down and licks and pecks your chest above your bra, and moves down to give the same attention to your belly. You were feeling body conscious, and you shifted uncomfortably. Hongjoong could sense something was wrong. “What is it? Talk to me.”
You stammer as your mouth hangs open. You close your eyes, and take deep breaths to reveal another secret. A lot of things were being unleashed into the open recently, so why not add to it? “Before the incident at the party, I openly expressed being a virgin, and I thought it was a good thing, until they publicly humiliated me. I thought it was how I looked that no one wanted to seduce me. So I starved myself to be more…'slim fitted', like the popular and experienced girls.”
Hongjoong nods as he looks up from you at your belly. “You know what I think? There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin, and your body is a glorious temple, and it has withstand the mot greatest obstacles. You sculpted to perfection in my eyes.” You stare into his beaming eyes and can tell he’s actually speaking from his warm heart. Its painful to hear from him. Your parents are the only ones who’d ever told you those exact words and now it was him, another person you were beginning to care deeply for. Tears brim at your eyes and you can’t hold onto them.
Hongjoong sees this and doesn’t wipe them away. He knows they'ree tears of every emotion at once and you need to let it out. He kisses every crevice, stretch-mark, and cut. You feel something wet and see him tear up too, but he continues to kiss every broken part as he whispers kind affirmations about your temple for you take in and one day be able to grow taller in confidence with.
You can see him look up back at you through clouded vision, and you wipe them away to see him clearly. His hand was held onto the drawstring of his sweatpants he chose out of his closet just for you to wear tonight.
“It has been clear to me recently that you were more than just a pretty face. Just like the seed in my painting, you look small and cute on the outside, but you've got so much more inside that's bound to blossom, and amaze me. Tonight I'm going to bring out more of that inner part of you. Are you ready?"
It was perfect, in everything he spoke and did. You bite your lip and release it as you whisper out a, “Yes.” This spurs Hongjoong on and he’s removing the sweatpants he let you wear. But he pauses as he looks at the bruises left in their wake, the ones you punch into your skin from past few weeks and fresh yesterday from your boss.
He doesn't say anything rather just kisses each and every one in between, atop, and in the side of your thighs. Your panties are beginning to get soaked on your lower half, and your tears continue to stream. He looks back up at you and smiles.
“Scars and bruises are just reminders that you are stronger, than whatever tried to hurt you.”
After hearing that you look into his beady eyes and cover your face as you sob even more. He reaches up to remove them carefully with the pads of his fingers.
“Hey don’t go shy on me, you look so beautiful right now.” He moves your hand back down onto the mattress back down and declimbs to your underwear, and holds onto the hem of the material right above your stomach. “Will you let me make you feel good love?” he whispers hotly against your skin.
"Please?" you whimper. With granted permission He lifts up your legs and strips you down and you’re bare with just your bra covering your breast. He looks so fucking delectable like this, between your legs, it’s all you’ve dreamed of. “Inside every seed, is the potential for an incredible harvest”, he recites.
You assume it’s a quote he memorized. It could’ve meant something different when he first read it, but you wonder how it applies to your current situation.
But speedily after he says it, you realize what he meant as he flicks his tongue up and down your folds to taste you, and you’re a moaning mess. He barely has done anything and you’re so sensitive. Hongjoong leans back with full concentration all over his features, and he spreads your folds open and flicks his tongue over your hole. Your wet and all lubed up, and he circles his tongue deep in your hole.
The intrusion makes you yelp out another moan and buck up your hips, but Hongjoong pulls you back onto the surface of his bed gently with his a singular hand firm on your hip. With a grunt, he pushes his tongue in and out of you at a slow yet deep pace. “HAhhh, Hongjoong!” But, he keeps going because you never told him to stop, you don’t want him to.
Your pulling on his straight white strands as you continue to cry out because of the newfound pleasure. But then he does stop after a few moments, and you whine at the lost of his tongue. Although, it’s quickly replaced as you feel a thick stubby finger push into you with one swift movement.
That’s how wet you were.
“Good job, my little seed. Your so wet, I think you might blossom, very soon." 'Blossom' you were beggining to understand meant cum. He kisses your stomach and you clench around his finger at his words. Your tightness makes him pump his finger upwards to loosen you up.
You release a hand from his hair and pull your boobs from under your bra to tweak at your nipples.
You know from self-exploration it intensifies the feeling of your fingers. But it is so much easier doing one thing at a time, and damn it feels incredible. Hongjoong sees this and adds another finger. “Hmph, fuck” you whine. Its thicker than your own two fingers, and you feel a greater stretch.
“I know my love~. he coos. But you're so strong that you can take it, hm? I’m gonna start slow.”
He pulls out his two digits and pushes them back in slowly again. You moan this time, and that’s when Hongjoong starts scissoring his fingers inside to stretch you out a bit more.
It seems to work after a while and you start moaning again. “That’s, hmph, a lot better.”you acknowledge. Hongjoong chuckles. “Oh yeah? That’s great my love. Now I can finger you, how I want to.”
The way he says it makes you think he’s thought about it before. It would make you feel a thousand times better if that was. Because you’ve thought about this many times, so much you even dreamed about it.
He reaches up his free hand on your hip to grab onto one of your breast and circles his thumb around your erect nipple while you work on the other. It adds further to the pleasure, and your a moaning and groaning mess. This feels 10x better than you could’ve ever imagined. Your cries make the tent in his pants evolve, and he’s sucking harsh on your clit.
With that he now jerks his fingers up and down hitting you g spot, and you can feel it poking in your lower abdomen. “Fuck! Right there, joongie please.” Hongjoong groans at the nickname, a nickname you’ve called him in your dream once before.
Unlike your dreams though he attacked his mouth sucking, licking, and pulling your clit. You actually orgasm this time, and very hard and fast, but Hongjoong doesn’t stop and proceeds to slurp up your cum.
“Wai,Wait!”he proceeds. “Hongjoong, please, stop!” He released your clit with a pop and slip out his soaked fingers.
“Are you okay, my love? Did I hurt you? Was it too much?”
You try and catch your breath from all your shouting, grunting, and moaning. You felt lightweight and dazed. A smile masks your lips from the pleasure, and Hongjoong's concerned questions that have sweet intentions.
“No that was perfect. It just felt really good, like maybe too good?" You giggle as you look down at him between your thighs, and he exhales a windy breath of relief and giggle along with you as he climbs back up and kisses you on the lips.
It gets deeper once again and you are really starting to love it. You can taste yourself as he collides your tongues together and your both moaning now. He sounds so beautiful. He is so beautiful, genuine, and generous, and you want to give him something in return for once.
You let go and smile at him with a mischievous look on your face. Hongjoong looks up and smooths his hand over your head. “What’s on your mind, my love?” he whispers close against your mouth.
It’s hard to say aloud, and you can’t think of a way to gesture it without touching him, even though he’ll gladly grant you permission. But your dirty thoughts makes you think you can’t pass that boundary, so you settle for saying it aloud.
You legs shudder as you try and move on top of him and he holds your hips to keep you balanced. "Hongjoong, I want to suck your..." you simply point down to the tent in his jeans which were probably very uncomfortable by now.
His face turns a deep red again as it did at the skating rink as he looked to where you were pointing.
"Oh, you don’t have to do that. Tonight was all about you. he stammers.
You shake your head no and hold his hands on your hips.
"Its always about me. I know you've been taught to serve others, but can't you be selfless for once?" Your tone sound like his earlier when he was assured you he was gonna protect you, and his eyebrows raise at your sudden assertiveness.
"Okay...but don't feel pressured to go past your limits. I'm sure it will feel good either way, because its you." You stare at him with fondness before leaning down and capture his lips in a quick kiss.
You climb down his body, and his hands slip hesitantly from your hips. To reassure him you start kissing on his neck and collarbone area, and continue to work on the places that makes him take sharp intakes of breath and whimper aloud sounding as beautiful as he looked.
After a while you move further down and stop at his lower abdomen and lift up the edge of his shirt gently. "Can I?" you ask. "Go right ahead. You have my full permission." He says in a husky voice.
It makes your spine shiver as you slowly take it off. His abs, are flexing and relaxing as he breathes heavily. You lift the material further and see his broad pretty pecs, and then finally take it off completely over his head.
You give him another kiss and then move back down and hold onto the belt loop of his jeans as he whines. "Please." It was then that you didn't waste anymore time and pulled them off with his help to reveal his cock print through his black boxers. You marvel at the size of him, and you never thought he would be so big.
In curiosity of exactly how big you reach your hand up slowly and rub him through his boxers, and he hisses at your touch causing you to yank your hand away.
"Are you okay?!" you asked in a worried tone.
"Yes, yes, just-please keep going further. Your doing so good my love." he swallows. You grab the hem of his boxers and pull them down to reveal his hardness.
Unexpectedly outsprings a larger girth than what you saw in his boxers, and it smacks his hard stomach. Seeing an actual cock in person shocks you, as stare at it for a moment too long.
"Is everything okay?" he sits up and his tip rubs against his stomach causing him to groan. He's face to face with you and see his flustered expression and push him down softly by his shoulders and back onto his pillow. "Um, everything is...fine. Its just that your really, erm, big."
It shocks you as you see and throw his head back and laugh aloud because this was a very serious matter to you.
"You don't have to take all of me darling. What you can't fit, just use your hand, okay?" You just nod your head and experiment as you lean down and kiss the tip of his throbbing cock before opening your mouth and taking him into your as much as you can. You make a hmmm sound as you try to tell him this was your limit, but instead of giving you a signal of understanding , he strangles out a weak whine.
"F-fuck, u-use your hands darling." You follow directions and take your hands and place it on the rest of his length which barely closed around his thickness, and you move your mouth up and down on his length. You've watched a few pornos here and there to know how to do these things but the stars on there were pros.
"Ah, y/n, teeth-baby." It was a new pet name and you muffle a petty 'Sorry' on his length, which makes his buck up his hips and his tip moves further in joint connection with your throat.
Hongjoong muscles tenses at the sensation reaches down and grabs onto the back of your head, but he doesn't force you down, rather he just uses it as a support. "Thats perfect, baby. Just like that."
His praise eggs you on and you swallow his cock up and down, and your spit starts to drip down to the base of his shaft, and provides you a natural lube to take him down even further. He hits the back of your throat and you gag for the first time. Hongjoong's grip on your head tightens just a bit. Even though it hurts a little, you continue.
At the rate your going, and the wetness pooling from your spit from your sucking and twisting makes him twitch uncontrollably inside your mouth. "Y/n, baby, i'm gonna cum." You moan at the new nickname and continue your ministration and moan along with him. When his hips lift off the bed you release him with a pop and pump him at a harsh pace.
A jerked thrust in the hair spurts spray all over his stomach. It looked so perfect with his white hair, heaving chest, and highlighted on his tan skin. Before his white straight hair was tamed, but now it had turned to wavy and was a sweaty mess, you had really did a number on him. Hongjoong plops back down onto the bed, and his spurts of cum flatten. It makes you curious in what he taste like, so you flicker your tongue down at the white liquid, and have a try for yourself.
Hongjoong looks down for a moment when he feels an extra physical form of wetness and his eyes are blown like bulbs. He shivers and grunt as he feels you wet tongue lick over his the hills of his abs. "Of fuck, y/n, you're amazing."
You lick up the last bit of cum and swallow before you climb up to him and pause in front of his flushed face.
"Really?" you ask shyly wiping your mouth from any residue. Without an answer Hongjoong just reaches up and brings you down to kiss you passionately.
You can taste both you and him on your tongues and it makes you tastebuds tingle for more. Hongjoong detaches from you and you chase his lips as he giggles.
"Does that answer your question? he perks. You nod an eager yes and kiss him over and over again.
Hongjoong kisses you back but then begins to smile and chuckle in between. "Hmph, We have to- mmm, get cleaned up, mmph-my love. He grabs ahold onto your cheeks as you both did on your first kiss, and connects your lips one last time. "I'll be right back."
His warm muscular hands slips from your cheekbones, and you let him go with a childish pout. He grins and holds up an index finger signaling for you to, 'wait just a moment' before pulling up his girth back into his boxers and walking out of the bedroom to his bathroom.
You hear the water run for a moment, and you slips his sunflower hoodie back on to comfort you in his absence, and think about how insane it is that you've experiences so many things in the past 48 hours. You're still a virgin, nonetheless, Hongjoong is the first person you've had oral sex with. A imaginative dream, that finally came true.
He comes back with a damp towel and you're nearly about to jump off the bed to reach his lips, but he catches you before you fall.
"C'mere~" you whine with your arms around his neck, and his on your waist holding the damp towel. Your still trying really hard to capture his plump pink lips, and he caves in and gives you a few quick pecks and after asks you to lay back down.
You do so, and he wipes you down softly but it still tickles, and you giggle loudly like a child. Hongjoong finishes up and cleans the cum off his abs which wasn't much considering you licked most of it off out of curiosity. When hes finished he throws the towel into a hamper before moving onto the bed. "You sounded so pretty just now. I want to hear more of that."
His words make you weaker in the knees and you could almost cry again. But all at once his fingers curl around your waist and tickle you. Your laughing aloud, more than you have in years, and Hongjoong is loving every second of it.
It continued on and it was beginning to become too much. "Hongjoong, s-stop, pl-pleasee!" you say in between giggles.
Hongjoong obeys and he brings you both down on your sides and close into a big-spoon-little-spoon position, and you feel so secure and loved inside his gentle embrace.
"You make me so happy." Hongjoong suddenly whispers.
His sudden confession stiffens your body in his arms, and you turn to look at him in his eyes. He's smiling fondly, and he's looking down at you like your a pretty flower dancing in the wind.
"You make me happy too." you quietly respond.
Hongjoong kisses your head and pulls the covers over your bodies leaving your heads uncovers to stare at each other in the dim light, and silence consumes the atmosphere as you snuggle into the sheets, and moreover into each other.
"I want to keep doing that for as long as I can, making you happy." he whispers. Your eyes dart between his frantically, and you stay quiet.
"Sweet dreams, until morning comes, my love." He kisses your forehead and you blink for a few moments and slowly intertwine your hand onto his hand, on your waist.
" Until morning comes." you reply and your both sound asleep.
"Sweet dreams was a bitter departure of a goodbye with dream Hongjoong. But with real life Hongjoong, it seems like you'll wake up, and see him once again.
By expressing his intention to make you happy for as long as he can, he is showing his commitment to the relationship, and his willingness to grow with you. You hope to grow more as his adorable little seed, and you depend on his rays of hope, to forever, be your sunshine.
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Mr.Write 📝 Right: Chapter 2
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☑️🤍A/N: This chapter is a lot more lengthier than the first. But I tried to keep it interesting, so if you could please read it until the end!
☑️🤍Genre: Slow burn, Romance, Fantasy, Comedy, Drama.
☑️🤍Word count: 14.7k
☑️🤍Warnings: Self Sabotage, Struggles of Self Confidence, Mentions of smut, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Mentions of Bullying, Trauma, Sexist/Misogynist Boss! Masturbation, and Language.
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Upon walking into the library it was cold, empty, and dim. Wouldn't it be too late for the library to be open? Why isn’t anyone here?
The feeling of being out of place was overwhelming when you looked down at yourself.
You were still wearing your silk two-piece pajama set. (which you felt both sexy and aroused in during your reading sessions)
But wearing it here in the library?
You wouldn’t dare.
This must be one of your exotic dreams, but it is in a library of all places. It is a place where you can obtain sex filled romance novels, but it is not an ideal location to engage in any sexual activity whatsoever.
In most cases, these dreams are related to a story that you have read. The problem is, you did not recall reading any sexually explicit material prior to going to sleep about a library.
Yet, you did have a particular individual in mind, envisioning him as the male protagonist of your story, but he hasn't appeared in any of your dreams.
It would be a simple matter to include him in your daydreams, but in a dream, for some reason, it proved to be more difficult.
There was something quite ominous about the darkness, and the fact that you were the only one in it made it worse. There is still a trauma associated with what happened in the bathroom at that party when you weren’t alone in the dark.
It is possible for anyone to come out of nowhere and take advantage of your weakness, without you being aware of what is taking place.
Therefore, your first step is to snoop around to locate the chatty librarian at the front desk and report to them. It was only them that you would speak to every week you had come here, perhaps they could inform you of what the hell was happening.
Aside from the scanner on top of the tall counter, there is nothing else to be seen on the except for a bell that had been placed there to request customer service.
You tap repeatedly on the crown of the bell in an attempt to summon them to the desk. An electric flicker and a buzz are heard, and then a beam of light appears, illuminating the room, but still leaving the things closest to the walls in shadow.
While turning away slowly from the front desk, you notice that an overhead light is illuminated on the romance fiction that you are drawn to so frequently.
Walking forward among the wooden flooring made the planks creak underneath the stutter in your movements. You look over to the double doors to the entrance in case of need for escape, but it’s cut off by a bunch of bookshelves you didn’t see before.
As you look everywhere else it was the same. It was as if everything around you had been cut off by the bookshelves and tables that walled you in towards the open entrance of the section.
Now you only have the option of entering with a new sense of fear. You moved underneath the overhead light, you could see everything in close proximity and it made you fell safe.
The atmosphere changed once a tall muscular silhouette emerged from behind the shelf on the opposite side from which you entered, and vanished into the shadows near the walls while reading a book with a lowered head.
It forcefully closes the book shut and makes a silhouette makes a mesmerizing "Hmmm" sound. It turns and makes eye contact with you and your stomach churns in fear. Stumbling backward, you are confronted with another bookshelf that used to be the entrance to the section.
Even though they scare the living- no dreaming shit out of you, somehow there’s have an odd familiarity about them.
Your feet are frozen to the ground as the figures walk forth slowly into the light. The first thing that is revealed about them are their feet, which are dressed in black pointed dress shoes, followed by their black jeans, their black dress shirt, and finally their face.
Surely you can be mistaken when the white hair, round silver glasses and pearl earrings that are all to familiar to you appear.
“Hongjoong?!”
There he was, in all his glory, in your actual dreams for the first time rather than in the ones you force yourself to daydream about. The same black outfit he wore on your last coffee date, which you are not quite sure was a date, was the outfit you gushed over the previous time you had seen him.
“Why do you act so surprised in seeing me love? Am I not all what you think about these days?” He inches forward he drags his single black fingernail painted hand along the array of hard books on the shelf, and pauses right in front of you.
In normal circumstances, you would melt at the mention of the nickname, but with him taking up residence in your dreams, everything felt surreal and overwhelming. So much to the point you couldn’t even get any words out.
“No, this isn’t real. You, you’re not real.” You think in your mind.
“That may be be true, but tell me that I’m wrong. Why would I be here, in your dreams?”
What the fuck, he can read my thoughts? But wait he is my thoughts. Why is he here now, when I have thought about him all this time?
“Isn’t this not what you have been wanting? Me to appear in your dreams and unleash your rush of desires onto me the only way you can in this fantasy?”
Unable to still speak from your mouth due to shock you continue to think in your head.
"Yes, this what I've always desired. My soul longs for you and I crave you so badly. In every book I read, in every fiction I enjoy online, in every vibrator that touches my pussy, I think about you constantly. It's sort of scary, however, because it's not the setting I imagined it to be.”
"I understand this love, so do not be scared. I do not intend to hurt you, in fact I want to do the complete opposite of you let me. You wanna change the setting? Let me fix that for you.”
With the snap of his fingers, candles appear atop the shelves around the perimeter of the room.A breeze of wind causes flames to enlighten the wicks of the candle. It is still dim in the room, but you can now make out everything in the light. Somehow, everything is back in its original place again.
“How’s that my love? Better?”
Outwardly, you nod your head but on the inside of your mind you say, “Yes much better thank you so much.”
The pleasure is mine...now how would you like to feel the pleasure directly?”
Furrowing your brows in confusion you look intensely at the candles reflecting into his silver trimmed circle glasses. This time you find the courage to speak aloud. “What? Do you mean…”
“Yes my love that is exactly what I mean. You’ve been thinking about it for weeks haven’t you? Tell me what you want.”
Looking down at his hands you admire the one black painted fingernail in which you have yet to decipher its meaning. “I-I want your fingers inside of me.”
With another snap of his fingers your laid on the table he used to type away at his laptop in before you told him that awful lie about it bring in risk of getting stolen. “I’m gonna touch you now yeah?”
Nodding your head, “Yes, please do.” you say it aloud.
“Good girl, keep that up and you might just get greatly rewarded.”
Your spinne shivers against the cold wooden frame as he cascades his hands along your silk top to where you need him most. He takes his stumpy thick thumb and run tentatively at your clitoris.
It’s that moment where you let out a whine when he takes away his thumb. “Please, I need you.”
He lets out a chuckles before reaching his hand in the air. A snap rings out throughout the whole library and you feel a breeze. You look down to see that your pajama bottoms are completely removed. But no, you feel really bare, and you don’t wear underwear before you sleep so that means…
“Oh your pussy is prettier than I could’ve ever imagined it to be my love.”
You immediately close your legs in embarrassment, but your thighs are so wet it makes it difficult to keep them that way when their slipping in precum.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything that just means your ready for me to take you like the slut you are.”
It’s hard you to think nor speak in response to what he just said. At your silence, he starts rubbing up and down your folds collecting your wetness.
“Awe is all of this just for me love? You get this wet before I even laid a finger on you darling?”
Nodding your head frantically, you stutter out a “Yes, it’s all because of you Hongjoong. I become so fucking soaked. Do you know how many pairs of underwear you ruined from me thinking about you at work?”
He chuckles at he works at rubbing your folds at a steady pace making you wetter by the second. You can feel a pool of it that was once warm, cool underneath your ass. “Too many to count. You ready baby?”
Bringing up one of your hands to tweak at one of your nipples, you bite your lip as you grant him an approving nod. “I’m so ready for you Hongjoong.”
With a smirk creeping slowly on his face, he makes eye contact and his glasses lower newt the tip of his nose. Your desperate expression appears on your face as you tweek at your nipple and the teasing of his slender digits.
“Well let’s not waste anymore time.”
He surely doesn’t because his fingers dive so quickly into your cunt you didn’t have the time to prepare yourself. Even more so, he starts off at such a fast pace that it has your hips moving up from the table.
“F-fuck joongie that feels so good.” He pushes your hips back down and work faster “Try to keep still like a obedient little slut.”
It feel so good that you have to hold your breath just to focus solely on the feeling the tip of his index and middle. The tip of them hit that spongy spit in your pussy every time.
“Ah fuck right there joongie, make me come!” He pulls out his soaked digits and work feverishly on your swollen clit.
After chuckling deeply, he responds, "Well, all you need to do is wake up."
You stare at him confused, “wait where-
“Sweet dreams, my love.” and then in a sudden snap of his fingers the candles blow out the room into darkness.
While gasping for air you wake up and continue the action of working at your clit and you cum hard, shaking against your warm bedded sheets.
A moment later, you sit there quietly staring at the ceiling while slowly absorbing everything that had just occurred. This weekend your imagination had been working over time with him as its boss, but now he has taken full control.
Blinking slowly, you regain full consciousness to realize that your alarm has been going off for the past fifteen minutes. Upon actually waking up, you move onto your side to sit up and hit the snooze button.
It was when you looked down on your white sheets that you noticed the dark gray, wet spot you dreamed about was on the table. Your shorts that he magically snapped off are on the edge of the bed, and your nipples are erect and red from you toying with them.
Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined that a dream could be so surreal. It was as if he was right in front of you giving you an unexplainable pleasure, but it was actually you masturbating in the real world.
Then another reality of having to go to work crosses your mind when you hear another alarm breaking you out if your trance. A back up alarm you had when you were still dreaming.
If you didn’t hear any alarms, you could’ve gotten the pleasure you wanted from him.
Throwing your sheets in your all in one washer and dryer, which was very expensive but thanks to your job you could afford it. It was great use in times like these where you make a huge mess.
No soon after you do your morning routine and take a much needed shower to wash off all the dirt of your imagination in which your bound to heavily regret later when your stuck at work.
It’s a Monday and you usually hate Mondays because your reading 24/2 marathon has to come to an end. But this Monday, you feel very refreshed and relieved.
The man you have daydreamed made it into the night. Dreams where your mind does everything for you and not solely by yourself.
Before slipping on your uniform, you put on a pantry liner for extra “spillage”. You expected for the work day to be long, and with that dream recurring on your mind, you’ll fall behind for sure.
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Your assumptions were right, because when you settle in the seat in your private office to start on work as soon as possible, your womanizing boss opens the door. “Hey y/n, can I speak to you for a moment?”
The way he stood there with your door wide open indicates that he wanted you to go to his office, but you know what goes off behind close doors to most of the women who enter.
Nonetheless you force yourself to agree, you just have to make sure he goes in before you do. “Of course sir.” Luckily, he leaves the door open for you to follow him out of your office.
As you walk across the hall two doors down to the location of his office, you try and make contact with someone around the computer lab to see if they were watching you walk behind your boss so they’d know where you were off something were to happen.
None of them, you realize, are even glancing anywhere towards your direction. Are they completely oblivious to what goes on in his office does with those women, or do they completely ignore it because they believe it’s not their place?
After turning your head to the back of your boss's head, you follow him into his office. “Would you mind shutting the door for me, y/n?”
Upon hearing what he just said, you take a moment to register it fully, and to calm down in order not to trigger the fight or flight response. “Yes of course sir.” In closing the close the door, you leave a small crack oblivious to him. Just for any safety precautions if he tries anything.
As you sit in the seat across from him you sit up cross legged and pinch yourself on your thighs continuously. A habit you’ve picked up to remind yourself you are in control of your body, and if anyone hurts you you’ll defend yourself by any means necessary.
Your dickwad of a boss stares at you for a moment and flicks his eyes down to take notice of your casual outfit. It’s not even revealing, but youve taken note of how the little fucker knows it too and doesn’t even try to hide it either.
What a fucking Pig.
“You seem a bit stressed lately, not just physically, but it just shows even more in your work ethic too. Tell me, what is it, you got a bad case of boyfriend troubles?” He chuckles and leans forward.
There is a small hope that you wanna think that he’s just teasing, but his body language makes it seems if he really wants some sort of answer.
“No sir, no boyfriend.” Clarifying the most important thing. Why is it when a woman is suddenly sad or happy, men assume it’s always them that cause it?
“I’m just messing with ya.” He snickers. “But honestly, your one of my finest employees. I just have never seen you so tense around the lab. Your even sending it emails closer to the deadline, I mean you usually turn them in pretty early-”
“My mindset is just…out of wack lately.” You interrupt. Although to coax with it I am trying to indulge in the habits that typically relax me. Yes, “habits” and because it’s personal he has no right to know what they may be.
He smirks and then leans back adjusting himself and clearing his throat. “Hmmm, is that so? I hope I’m not the cause of your personal issues. I try my best to make sure you’re comfortable here in that little private office of yours.”
“I mean you’re partially the reason I’ve been so mind fucked, but that’s been going on for the last few years I’ve been here. There’s another man on my mind and he’s the center for everything so don’t get cocky”, you retort inside your head.
In reality what you actually say is, “Oh no, of course not sir. I love my private office, I am endearingly grateful for your kindness.”
Your saying everything he wants to hear so you can get the fuck out of his office, but your hoping it doesn’t have an opposite effects of him keeping you in there like his other “business meetings”.
While looking into your eyes, he swipes his bottom lip with his nasty wet tongue, leaving a mischievous smirk in its place. “Well I’m glad, you’re one of my most valuable employees, you deserve the finest. I actually brought up in here to propose a business deal.”
Wait what, he actually does business in here?
“I’m going on a business trip to Japan in a few weeks, and I want you to be there to accompany me. This trip can expose you to the top best tech companies, plus you’d get a huge pay raise.”
Oh.
He seems a little too pleased at your gratitude.
“Um, I’m truly flattered sir. I would love to travel to Japan! However, that is a lot to think about, and I’d have to revisit my schedule and future plans, but I’ll take that into consideration.”
Japan is somewhere you’ve always wanted to explore. They have extremely high grade technology and you’ve always wanted the chance to experience it hands on. But with this guy?
Hell no.
At this he sits up here and leans forward looking deeply into your eyes. They reign pure disappointment, His smirk however still remains.
“That’s no problem sweetheart. But must I remind you, this is a huge once in a lifetime opportunity. I can get you in connections with other the best of the best.”
You nod in understanding, but inside your head you think it’s a opportunity you’d be willing to miss if you had to be alone with this dickwad. Before he can try and pressure you any further, you stand up and shake hands with him for the sake of keeping your professionalism.
“Thank you so much for this grand opportunity sir, I’ll be sure to take it into consideration.”
He takes your hand in his germy grasp and you remind yourself to sanitize as soon as you step foot into your office. “Yes! Please be sure to do that, once in a lifetime!”
Yeah yeah yeah
With a nod you turn to open his door all the way with no shame unlike those other women to let everyone in the office know your not one of them.
The rest of the work week your boss made extra time in his schedule to bother you and ask if you were still thinking about his business proposal. “Yes sir, I still need a bit more time.” You’d say.
It only made you feel more anxious and your thighs were starting to ache at the bruising from you pinching them.
Even if you were distracted by a certain white haired man and a dream about him that happened earlier on this week, you made sure to better your work ethic and get everything done in a timely manner.
Truth is your mind was already made up, you just didn’t know how to break it to him.
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On Friday, all you could think about his how much you wanted the day to end and get away from your boss. You even take extra precaution in packing 30 minutes earlier rather than the 15.
As soon as 5 o clock hit you rushed to the elevator without giving him the time to stop you in your tracks.
Like a child you were even skipping out to your car as you hop in and start your ignition with excitement. You weren’t sure what you and Hongjoong would be doing today, but doing anything with him honestly made you feel like you were in another world with just the two of you.
But fuck, how could you be around him when your thoughts are just the dream and other fantasies of him floating around affecting your daily life? You wouldn’t be able to handle it, but you can’t handle not being around him either.
When driving in the library's parking lot, you are surprised to find it to be almost entirely empty. Especially on Friday afternoon when most workers in the area can finally take a break.
Your attention is immediately drawn to the note posted on the normally spotless double doors as you approach the entrance.
CLOSED
“For the information of all those who are concerned, The Wonderlands Collection Library is currently under temporary closure. Due to the decrease in supportive tax funds, the building is not able to operate for longer periods of time. We apologize for any inconvenience.”
In other words, the library has been closed because high class workers have become so selfish with their money that they will not support the library?
Truthfully it just upsets you because you can’t check out your sexually explicit books to get you by for the next week. Especially with your boss smothering you every hour of the work day.
But that also means you won’t be able to see Hongjoong for a very long time until the library reopens.
Maybe it's for the best, you do not know how you would have avoided the thoughts of that version of him in your dreams.
Without wasting a second you change out of your work uniform and plop on your now dry sheets that were once wet Monday morning. As soon your bed was properly made up to your liking with a dozen of fluffy pillows against your headboard, you let out a huff and stare at the ceiling you were staring at after waking up from your wet dream.
The thought of every detail has been running through your head all day, but now you begin to question all the things you might’ve done to have made life treat you unfairly, and take away the greatest thing that has brought you endless happiness.
In a short while, that was over, and when you arose you remembered you had many NSFW reading accounts to use in situations such as this when you could not read your novels. You open your laptop to log into your various websites and search for an interesting story.
Having tried a few sites, you give up and begin mindlessly searching the internet for Hongjoong.
The more you read his blog with all the articles, both the ones he showed you and those he didn't, the worse you feel about having ever thought that he would write something of this nature. There's just a sense he just wanted to make the world positive and peaceful.
The red ‘x’ in the upper right corner takes you back to the reading sites, while thoughts of Hong Joong creep in. A newfound idea comes to you out of desperation, a pairing of two characters much like Hongjoong and you.
Journalist x Reader.
The first to load is a page with the user tag @lemontree1117. The profile image depicts a lemon fresh from a tree accompanied by a leaf hanging on its side. A man and woman are smudged in the header, but it can be seen that they are romantically involved. But the caption is what makes it so compelling, “When Life Gives You Lemons, Write About Lust” - Anonymous.”
As you scroll down you see their most recent post is a Masterlist of a newly written series called Lucid Dreams. Your interest is piqued and you scroll further down to see the description of the summary:
“A young librarian lives in a lonely downtown city, reading smutty romances to escape her dry love life when she works. The secret comes out into light when she is approached by an attractive news reporter and asked a few questions about her interests. Their meeting transforms all aspects of her imagination into reality.”
The library isn't your area of expertise, but you frequent the library every week. While your love life is dry and nonexistent, you read sexually explicit books at work, but you prefer to be in the comfort of your bedroom when you are at work. Instead of being the subject of questioning, you questioned Hongjoong about his interest. However, he has not and likely will never fulfill your dream,even though you would appreciate it if he did.
That is the whole reason for searching for the pairing in the first place, it is the closest thing to Hongjoong you can get right now unless another dream comes true to fulfill your utmost desire for him. Which you honestly aren’t sure how it happened by chance.
You click upon the link to the first chapter and begin reading. It was another day of heavy book reading for the lonely librarian, until the mysterious man drew nearer to her at the front desk. “Hey pretty lady nice to meet you, I’m Chris. Would you care to answer a few questions about your favorite genres as a librarian for my journal entry?”
Chris the journalist? Not as as pretty as Hongjoong, but whatever.
The librarian is startled at his question and takes hand before shaking it slowly looking deep into his eyes and never letting go.
It reminds you of yourself with hongjoong, you could totally see yourself doing this.
“Uh, what sort of questions will you be asking, I’m not sure I’ll have that much time, I’m very busy working right now.”
Chris lets out a defeated sigh and moves his pen behind his ear while trying to make first eye contact and lean in closer on the front desk to the librarian.
“Okay fine, it’s true that I am a journalist, but I was watching you over there and I decided to check out one of those books you were reading because you seemed pretty interested. So I decided to check or out for myself and might I say pretty lady…”
Ah no no no…why are you getting second hand embarrassment? It was just like Hongjoong in a way. The nicknames and the teasing from the coffee hangout about you reading romantic fiction was all too relatable.
“Oh no, I just, just-
“Just what, pretty lady? Don’t you enjoy reading it? How about feeling it? Does anyone make you feel like that?”
Butterflies, all over your belly, and you had to stop reading for a moment. Drawing back you read it over again and continue.
“I, I do, and no I do not, Sir.” The librarian tries to keep her professional composure as the dark haired man smiles devishly at the nickname. “Sir huh, so you like authority and being taken care of. Will you let me take care of you angel?”
The librarian nods her head enthusiastically and-
DING!
You jump up sporadically when your phone notifies that you’ve gotten a text message. A very rare occurrence aside from it being your parents. When you open your phone to see that’s it was none other than the man you were thinking about, you were so caught up in your mind you had forgotten you exchanged numbers.
Hongjoong: Bummer that the library is temporarily closed for the time being love, I really was looking foward to seeing you (╥﹏╥).
A surprise giggle emerges from your mouth at his cute and silly emoticon, you honestly don’t ever do that unless something happens in a reading brings you genuine excitement. It makes your heart flutter at the fact he was looking forward to seeing you too. Your fingers do a dance over the keyboard before typing back.
You: I know right? Me too, I was hoping to see more of those amazing articles drafts of yours lol.
‘Amongst other things’, you think.
Hongjoong: Well I was hoping we could go out on a date if you care to talk amongst other things.
What the bell did he just read your mind? Wait a da- Another ding erupts your many thoughts.
Hongjoong: Are you free at all right now?
Yes, you are free right now and spending your free time reading online fanfiction that reminds you of him in an attempt to relieve the burden of your obsessive thoughts regarding that dream. Which now that you’re reading it, your thoughts have grown worse. Maybe one date with him can give you a much needed reality check.
You: Yes, I am completely free for the entire night.
After you hit send you contemplate your decision. Will you really be able to contain yourself, and not be tempted? What if you act like the librarian stuttering out of nerves?
Hongjoong: Great, how does a paint and sip sound? I can pick you up at 8?
You glance at the clock and see it’s 6:32 PM. If you decide on going you have to start getting ready now.
Fuck it.
You: That sounds fantastic, 8 is perfect.
A few minutes pass before he gets back to you. ‘From his fashion sense and writing abilities, it seems like he might be an artsy guy’, you think. You realize that you can pay attention to him without the sexual attraction. To him, this is probably a ideal definition of a first date.
Hongjoong: Yay! I’m glad you like it love. You’re perfect. ( ˘ ³˘) <3
That’s it, you’re rushing to your closet to put on the most impressive thing you own. Which was hard because you only wore casual clothes during the day and silk pajamas at night.
In the deep depths of your closet, you pull out a short blue denim button up dress. It was a gift from your loving parents that you had yet to wear. To pair with it you go with a white long sleeve shirt and all black tights and black knee high boots to match its buttons.
In preparation for taking a hot shower for the second time today, you set your outfit on your bed and go to the bathroom to feel clean and fresh. A newly scented body wash is opened in hopes that Hongjoong takes notice.
Shower thoughts consume your mind, and you are unable to concentrate on the fact that you are going on a date. This is your very first date since high school when you went to the movies in your junior year. Let’s just say in short, you didn’t make it to a second date.
The moment you step out of the shower, you begin moisturizing with the most delicious-smelling body butter, before grabbing your clothes from your bed so that you can get dressed. You look in the mirror to see the outfit you chose blindly.
The dress is much tighter than you had expected but not in a bad way. Your thighs are sticking out from the sides and your thighs hug each other as the black lace covers them in decoration.
It’s very sudden but you feel the lost confidence from your high school days come back in full circle at this very moment. At your reflection you twist, turn, and make proper gestures with your body in preparation for tonight.
Once again, you are snapped out of your trance by another ding and as you glance back, notice that your phone is now displayed with the time 7:27 PM on the lock screen of your phone. You stand up and walk towards your phone to pick it up from the bed after one more once over in the mirror.
Hongjoong; I just realized that I never asked you for your address haha. (;^;)
That damn emoticon. You would have been annoyed if it was someone else but you couldn’t help but giggle when you texted him your address and entry code to your private flat.
It is 7:34 p.m., and you are packing essentials for tonight in your purse. Gum, feminine products (you never know), a phone charger, and your flat apartment keys.
While waiting on the bed, your nerves begin to pick up. You don’t know what to expect, a paint and sip? You weren’t much of a painter but you love a good drink of wine.
Following up a parade of questions march in your mind: How do I start the conversation? Will we be able to talk? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I don’t like him? What if that dream pops into my head and slip out an explicit detail? What if?
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A knock on the door alerts you that he’s here and you get up and almost fall to the floor on how anxious you were. You stable yourself and breathe calmly in front of the door, then open out with a pretense smile. “Hi!”
He chuckles at the pitch of your voice, “Good evening my love, how are you?.” You didn’t mean to sound so high pitched but you did of course against your wishes.
As expected, he is wearing his silver round glasses and pearl earrings, but a special addition of a beautiful daisy pendant is laced around his neck. “I’m great, how about you?” However you were the complete opposite, seeing him in the flesh with all the things that happened in the past week was much harder to keep together than you had assumed.
Your eyes shift to look away from his face, and down his body you notice the difference in style of clothing. Unlike other times he looks very bright, and fitting for the occasion. His broad chest is adorned with a white t-shirt underneath a navy blue denim jacket embroidered with more daisies traveling down his matching jeans and white basic sneakers.
“I’m great too, thank you for asking.” He’s analyzing you now and even if you were confident before you become body conscious. “How cute is that? We’re matching!” You then realize you really were matching, and it was almost like you were a-
“Yeah…it’s like we’re both knew what the other was thinking.” you say.
Only if he truly knew.
He nods and moved to the side as in saying you can stop hiding in your apartment and walk out.~ “Shall we leave to head to our date my love?”
This gorgeously ethereal white haired man, he just knows how to press all the right buttons. We look good together? Your poor heart and delusional mind.
“We shall.”
Upon entering the elevator, small talk is made about your daily activities. While he was carrying conversation explaining the process of building his own writing establishment for his journalism, you kept it short and sweet, stating that it was an ordinary day at work.
He takes the lead to his in the parking lot and you are in shock. His car is really nice looking much like himself. It’s black, shiny, sleek, and clean, and very luxurious.
In a blink, he moves in front of you to open the passenger door, and waited until you got in comfortable to close the door after your thank you. In which he of course responded, “Of course my love.”
As he walks around the front of the car, you buckle your seatbelt and debate whether you should run from the car and return to your flat without explanation. Not out of concern for yourself, but to protect Hongjoong, your habits of pinching your thighs come into play. Before making any moves, you need to ensure that you are mentally prepared.
Opening his door he sits downs and buckled up as well before glancing at you making sure you’re okay. “All good?” You had forgotten everything you practice in the mirrior tonight and simply put your thumbs up as a yes.
He smiles widely before starting the car and putting it in reverse to pull out of the parking space-Reaching his arm over your seat-You stare at it and take notice of the new opening of his muscles through the tightness of his white tshirt.
Fuck.
You were going to have a hard time controlling yourself, but it was only for tonight.
Luckily when he pulls out to a stop in reverse, he brings his arm back down to put it in drive. You notice he hasn’t took another look at you, and how intensely focused off a driver he is.
The drive is most peaceful and you were left alone to battle your mind in silence. It provided an opportunity for you to actually come up with a solution to look at him differently.
At the beginning of your books, you have a small idea who the main character is based on the summary description, and you only know a little about him from his description of being a journalist. You just need to dig further into the small details to get to know his character.
You arrive at what looks to be an art studio. While Hongjoong searches for a parking space, you stare blankly at him. He flicks his eye toward you and starts laughing in your face and that brings forth your focus.
"Can you help me find a parking spot love? I can’t see from your side when you are staring at me.” Your breath hitches at the guilt of being caught. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” You exclaim in embarrassment and point out thr first empty parking spot you see.
Hongjoong puts the car in park and gets out immediately. You wonder why he’s in such a rush until he comes to your side and opens the door for you.
As you attempt to get out of the vehicle, you realize that you haven't unbuckled your seatbelt until you look down. In embarrassment, you’re apologizing once again to him he helps pulls you up out of the car with a cutest giggle.
Like a gentleman, he holds the door open for you, and you try to stay calm despite your past trauma. But HongJoong isn’t him you remind yourself, and you hope he’ll never be.
Upon walking in the entrance of the studio, your eyes are captivated by the many different paintings on the walls, staring in further by the openness of the space. Two portraits connect half hearts in two paintings. There’s another one of two lovebirds, a palm tree at the beach, and flowers that are freehanging without specific placement. The lack of painting experience you have does not make you believe that you can produce anything that is comparable to theirs.
Suddenly, you feel a soft hand placed on your lower back, and you quickly turn to defend yourself.
However, it was Hongjoong’s hand that touched you and he gave you a concerned look before slipping his hand off your back and pointing his head at an employee at the front desk that you didn’t realize was in the same room.
“Good evening, we have a reservation for the paint and sip at 8:30. Y/n, L/n and Kim Hongjoong.” A reservation? That only means he had prepared this before you even agreed.
“Yes, you are in fact on our reservation list, and your spots are reserved in room 102.” Hongjoong tells the receptionist thank you and guides you to the room without his hands on your back like he knows exactly where to go.
As he opens the door, you are greeted by an advisor, who hands you a glass of wine and tells you where to sit after getting your names. You both have a spot next to each other but you realize a lot of people are coupled up in groups.
Is this a couples paint and sip?
The advisor maneuvers to you two with a bottle of red wine pouring it full into your glasses. “Thank you.” you both say in unison, “You are most welcome, and this is a free painting class, so you are free to paint whatever you wish. It could be each other, or a heart to symbolize your love-Happy painting!” They leave the wine bottle on your table, and you are taken aback at the word love.
“Oh, uh, I suppose I had made reservations for the couples free paint and sip and not the, friendship paint and sip.” He awkwardly shifts in his stool.
You laugh to lighten the mood although nothing is funny, because now your overthinking again. “That’s alright, it might have been the matching outfits, the receptionists probably changed it and that’s what might have led us in here.”
He looks relieved and chuckles between his words. “Yep, it’s definitely the matching outfits. It be awkward if we went back and told her she’d gotten it wrong.”
The mention of his words you think about how other people might see you and him. Was it just the matching outfits or did they see any chemistry between you two? “Well, let’s not then.”
Woah that was bold. Really bold.
“Let’s not”, he responds, and his facial expression contorts into something you’ve never seen on him before, like mischievous and flirting combined.
At a loss of words, you nod at him and prepare the material around you for painting. But then you realize, you aren’t sure if what you want to paint. “What should we paint?”
Hongjoong who has also started preparing his supplies, shift his eyesight to look at you. “How about, we paint something that reminds us of each other, then we can exchange them?”
Shit.
You were doing so well in controlling your filth ridden thoughts and now they’ve come back again. Something that reminds you of him? Literally everything you look at reminds you of him because he’s always on your mind.“That sounds like a good idea.”
From the moment you’ve met him till now he has a constant presence inside your head. He’s even exist in your dreams and your readings by using your illusory imagination.
In the past month, you have only thought of him in a non-sexual manner twice. First, you read the drafts of his now published blog articles, and you were deeply moved by the positive hope he had for bettering humanity. Second, you are reminded of the effect of the Matcha green latte that Hongjoong suggested at the cafe.
As with him, the cup of sage green liquid transports you to another place in your mind. Its sweetness is not overpowering, and the green leaf art design at the top adds a sense of comfort to it as a whole. Not only did it remind you of Hongjoong, but it represented him as a person.
When you start to put the image onto the blank white slate you decide to incorporate yourself in the image by painting your hands around the mug. The angle in which you wanted to paint will show an above view of the white cream leaf design on the surface of the matcha.
Unexpectedly your focus averted to the task at hand. The therapeutic effect of the painting became apparent as you reflected upon its meaning. The experience was much like reading a novel or an online fanfiction; it relieved the thoughts and feelings of loneliness within.
You are nearly finished when you clean the edges of the latte art with the small slanted paint brush. In astonishment you sit back looking at the outcome of your painting as you take a deep sip of wine. It turned out a lot better than expected.
Oblivious to you Hongjoong finished way earlier than you had, and he’d been making googly eyes with a tight lipped smile like a baby lizard in awe with the sight of you painting.
In suddenly realizing this when you drink the last of the wine, you set it down to view his work in progress. Only to then make eye contact with look of adoration on his face.
“So I take it that I remind you of a green matcha tea latte. But what made you paint that if you don’t mind me asking?”
Shyness creeps over as you tell him everything about the painting that reminded you of him, and how his kindness and is what made you paint your hands, as you felt comfort with him.
A heartbeat of silence follows after he takes in your words. His black painted fingernail covers his heart between the pecs of his chest as he raises his hand, and your mind is filled with a sense of arousal from the dream imposes before you catch yourself to look back into his eyes.
“In the short time of us knowing each other, I am glad i’ve made you feel that way. Ah, I’m not sure if mine is as meaningful though.” The same hand on his chest gestures to his canvas.
Painted onto it was a brown seed in the center of the canvas with a green sprout arising from it. In the background, swirls of orange, yellow, and red circled around the seed. This image is simple but intriguing, and you are curious to discover what about it reminds him of you.
"The seed is representative of you. Your small and adorable appearance masks the real you closed in. The more time I spend with you, the more open up you become, which explains the sprout. The background colors represent the warmth of the sun that I wish to provide to you in order for you to open up more.” He sighs deeply and look back at your painting in comparison to the lack of detail on his.
Even if yours did have more details, you could nearly cry at his paintings meaning. It scared you that he knew there was more to you but he wasn’t wrong, the seed and you share so much in common. He wanted to bring you warmth? To spend more time with you?
Little did he know the warmth you felt in your heart already, but also the arousal that was slowly growing closed in between your thighs.
“I think that was a lot more meaningful than my painting. As the journalist, I certainly expected you to be more profound and poetic.”
Her bites his lip and is shy of your compliment. You, made him shy? Does he feel the same attraction as you do? Or was it all in your head?
“An artist's meaning for their art cannot be greater than that of another artist. The significance of meaning cannot be measured, because it pertains to you as a human being, and no other human being is greater than the other.”
The way he speak so articulately makes him sound like Shakespeare. How can a man make everything in life so beautiful and meaningful. How can someone have such a positive outlook, on a world with negative people.
“Beautifully said, Mr.Journalist, I honestly think you’ll be able to do great things with your articles in no time.”
Genuinely, you did mean that. Kim Hongjoong is tokened to be the face for the future. Once he has accomplished all his dreams, he’ll be unstoppable.
“Thank you Miss, Computer Technician, I believe you’re gonna be alongside me, doing it is whatever you wish to do in the future.”
Be with him, In the future? Did you hear that he wants a future with you, or maybe he’s saying that figuratively, meaning you’re not really going to be with each other but just in ranking of accomplishments?
“Thank you.”, is all you can reply with quite frankly. Another heart beat of silence erupts and the advisor comes over and interjects the loving moment of every couple and you two and all groups to follow him with your paintings.
The advisor takes you to a room with high speed drying vents. He explains the process in how the vents work but you completely tune out to look out Hongjoong.
That was until someone taps you on your shoulder to get your attention, and you jump up again out it self defense.
Much to your relief, It was an elderly woman accompanied with her husband. “You two looks so perfect together, he’s a good one dear, keep him forever.” She winks and walks away.
So, here you are again, is it the outfits, or do people genuinely see some chemistry and attraction between the two of you?
Her husband nods at Hongjoong, tilting his head in your direction, and he looks at you for a long minute before turning back to see the elderly couple disappear before he could nod back.
It wasn’t long before the both of your paintings were dry and ready to be taken home. The two you of you exit the studio with the lady in front wishing you a good night, and the both of you wish the same for her.
Hongjoong takes your painting from you to put it in the backseat, and tells you to wait outside the car.
After shutting the backdoor, he makes his way over to where you are near the passenger side and opens the door for you. “Sorry…it’s just what I’ve been taught.”
Whoever his parents are, you want to give them a huge thank you for raising such a handsome yet respectful young man. At the surprise you mutter a thank you and sit in your seat. Before you can shut the door he leans in and clicks on your seatbelt.
Your breath hitches at his closeness. The smell of coffee beans, vanilla, and sandalwood lingers for a moment. A grand combination that you could trail off to and go for more like a mice with cheese.
He leaves as quick as he came, and shut your door before walking to the drivers side, opening it and settling into his seat.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight. This is something I typically do on occasion by myself, but it was nice to be accompanied by your presence.”
Oh you enjoyed yourself entirely, and it was all because he made the experience enjoyable.
“It was the best date I’ve ever been on. I would honestly come back here again, just for fun.”
His soft pink lips stretch out in a wide smile, he looks down at his lap as he rubs his hand up and down his thick muscular thighs.
Was he actually nervous right now?
The buff was of his chest deflated as he sighs deeply and breaks the beginning of silence.
“ Y/n, I’ve gotta be honest. I really don’t want this night to end with you, but I know if that’s not what you want, I can take you back to your apartment.”
Wow, did he really enjoy being with you that much? Now that you think about it you don’t want the night to end with him either. You could listen to him talk sweetly to you for hours, he so attentive and well mannered. But, can you control yourself to continue with this any longer?
“I honestly don’t want this night to end either…”Looking back up at you he actually looks surprised. “But, I don’t wanna go anywhere else too public, my social battery needs to be recharged.”
This was a true fact. You hadn’t been out like that in a really long time, not to mention, on a date. He nods quickly in understanding. “Of course, I understand. So where to?”
Without checking yourself you let slip past your lips of what was shoved pack into your mind. “Your place.”
In a blink you slap your mouth to shut yourself up and look at him apologetically. Dammit now you think you just made him uncomfortable when he looks at you in surprise again.
“No! Not like that sorry~. What I meant to say was- can we go to your place, if you don’t mind?”
Sitting back and staring the car, he gives you a swift nod yes. “I don’t mind, as long as you feel comfortable. I’m still a stranger, sort of.” He shrugs.
You then nod yes in the most enthusiastic way. “I don’t mind, if you don’t mind.”
Without wasting another minute, he switches the gear off the car in reverse, he’s back to putting his arm on your seat. Sitting back down, you realize he doesn’t put his arm down this time. Rather, he looks at you.
“Well then it’s a done deal, my love.”
He puts the car in drive and pulls off.
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To your amazement, you and him actually had a great conversation in the way back. It was so easy to bounce off each other. His stories would trigger a story to transpire back into your memory, and you’d compare your experiences. At one point you’d gotten so comfortable you leaned back into the seat and your head landed on his arm.
While looking back at his arm your belt out a bunch of I’m sorrys. “You apologize very often for every mistake you make, relax okay? You don’t have to do that with me.” He even pulls you back into his arm with his hand on your shoulder and tells you to enjoy the ride.
Reruns of memories of your life flow in your mind and you look over at the white haired man your spending your the night with. You think of all the males you’ve encountered in your life, and rarely have they’ve always treated you like you were just taking up space. It was only ever your father and now Hongjoong to make you feel different.
In a span of a half hour you arrive to his apartment building, which is a little less modern and more reserved than yours, but it was very nice nonetheless.
It was a 4 story studio apartment building made of concrete and red brick with black lined glass windows.
The both of you approach upon the entrance of the main entrance of the building and he struggles to open his wallet with the paintings in hand, so you take it away from his hands gently and put them in yours.
He murmurs a thank you and takes out a card and scan it against a machine with a red light on the side of the wall. When he holds it up to the red light it turns green and you hear a click that unlocks the door.
At your apartment building you use fingerprints, it was a much stricter procedure with its placement in a suburban area. But it was nicer to see a more simpler approach and it made you feel less on guard about burglars wanting to take your belongings that you worked very hard for .
Being the gentleman he is, he opens the door letting it close behind you once again. You don’t flinch this time, yet your nerves are still stimulated.
He guides you by your lower back once again and you don’t jump up and go in attack mode this time either. At this he applies a bit more pressure and moves you into the elevator through the lobby.
On your way to the elevator, you take a good look at your surroundings. In a glass room there was an open gym, and a yoga studio right next to it. Outside of the room was a lounging area and a variety of vending machines.
Hongjoong presses the up button with his free hand as he waits for the elevator to open.
With a ting sound, the doors open and you are met with a couple eating each other mouths out. However they are oblivious in meeting the two of you and Hongjoong clears his throat to grasp their attention and they both walk out in shame with their heads down in a hurry.
The both of you enter and Hongjoong pushes the 3rd floor button and withstand brief moment of quietness the door closes. To both him and your surprise you both laugh loudly and look at each other, before blushing and looking at the ground.
Yes, it did trigger your delusions a bit and it made you somewhat jealous you can not do that with Hongjoong, but the longer you spend time with him those feelings are pushed back and your interest in him comes forth.
When the door opens hongjoong moves to the side for anyone coming on, so you do the same.
A moment passes and you both notice no one is coming on and he gestures for you to go first. With a small nod, you walk out to stand awkwardly to the side of the hallway for him to step out and show you the way to his apartment.
He then steps out and move two off his fingers in the air as of saying follow me. Of course that’s what that meant. Your mind wasn’t going anywhere else…of course not.
Pulling out his wallet he pulls out the key card again to scan on the machine on his apartment door.
The light change from green to red unlocks the due with a click and you walk in with his permission and instantly take in the state of his living room.
It’s very tidy, but it has a little bit of edge. All of god furniture is in black, but with the many band posters and antique decorations on the wall, it added an equal balance of color.
Even if you don’t want to think this way, you can’t believe you’re literally in the place where Hongjoong sleeps, eats, and comes home to after every fart. It’s mind boggling as you think about what led to here, and so you try and take a break you reset.
“Excuse me, but where is your bathroom? All that wine from tonight made me tipsy, and a little bit…pissy.” You place the paintings down onto a table and cling to your purse timidly. Its not how you intended to excuse yourself, but it works.
A childish laugh blooms out of his body, and he bends over halfway before sitting up straight again.
“Who knew that you were so funny? I like this side of you. It’s the room when you walk straight down that hall.”
He zips down his jacket and shrug it off on his shoulders with his still clinging onto his body. The muscles that this man has on his arms underneath that jacket is something that you couldn’t have perfectly imagined as you see him more in the flesh.
You pinch your thigh and wave the newly arised feelings of and head straight down to the bathroom in embarrassment of your antics.
On the right of the living room, you see the kitchen which is more modern and modest than the living room. The shape of the counter is an incomplete square with two seats on the edge upon walking in. It was too so black, but the decoration of hints of white contrasted very well.
In the hallway you walk further down seeing a laundry room on the left, walking down further seeing his bedroom on the right and then finally the bathroom which is at the end of the hall in front of you.
Turning on the light your greeted by an also very tidy bathroom. Now for a man, it is very weird to see a bathroom as clean as Hongjoong’s is. Another check on the box, of your imaginary list.
The room is accessorized with gray, yellow, and white toiletries, no black. He had a glass, walk-in shower with his toilet opposite from it and the sink was right next to the toilet.
As you wash your hands, you looked up to check in your appearance. You still look good and you look…happy. Like your actually glowing on the outside. On the inside however is a turmoil of the post month since you’ve met Hongjoong.
After cleaning your hands you give your thighs one last good pinch before drying off your hands to leave and turn off the light.
Walking out back upfront to the living room and kitchen area, your nostrils flare at a delicious fragrant aroma. Out of curiosity, you walk faster and you look right into the kitchen to see Hongjoong in an apron, working on something above the stove.
Oh, this was so no helping with you from within.
“Hey I’m back. Are you cooking something?”
He looks over his shoulder and grins at you. You get a good look of his face and he didn’t have his signature silver round glasses or his pearl earrings on. How does he do it? Look so unbelievable pretty, even with a bear face.
“Yeah, I hope you like creamy tomato chicken pasta. It’s all I really have right now.”
Even though he turned back around already to work at the stovetop you shrug and wave off your hands. “I’m not picky. Do you need any help?”
Slowly, you walk up to him to see him sear the chicken in a skillet while the noodles are boiling in a pot of hot water.
You approach at his side and he puts down the spatula onto the cutting board with tomatoes on the counter top. His arm muscles as he pushes himself from the stove and looks you up and down with an unreadable expression.
“That would be most helpful. But first take off your shoes and get comfortable. I’ll slow you how to make the sauce.”
At his suggestive request you walk back to the entrance and take off your boots. You sigh softly at the relief from your sore feet. Taking your purse off your shoulders you hang it up in a closet and grab your phone out of it. You tap on the screen and it displays 10:57PM, it was getting pretty late.
Before heading back into the kitchen with Hongjoong you stuff your phone into the front of your dress pocket, which was honestly starting to get really uncomfortable with the addition of the tights underneath.
“Hi, I’m back again. Where do I start?”
For the next 30 minutes you and Hongjoong cook, joke, laugh, and dance together. The music came out of a record on his antique record player. The moments were very light hearted and your mind was starting to wind down at ease, although this arms and him in an apron was a little distracting.
It’s hard to remember the last time when you cooked a home cook meal. The thought made you sad in a way because of your longing on high school traumas. But it is quickly accounted for within every moment of fun with Hongjoong.
As soon as everything is cooked and assembled you both dig in immediately.
In taking the first bite it was nothing but a burst of different flavors and herbs, and that creamy tomato sauce danced happily among your taste buds.
No one’s cooking but your parents tasted like this.
They knew you had issues eating and they also had suspicions of why. Nevertheless they always reminded you that self love is the best love, and a good way to treat yourself is through your stomach.
“This is one of the best things I’ve ever tasted, and it was so easy to make!” You take a huge bite of the chicken and smile.
“Great, I’m happy you like it! This is usually what I eat on a regular basis. Journalists can be lazy sometimes.” He laughs chewing a creamy pasta noodle. “Its so easy, filling, and delicious!”
Nodding in agreement, you continue to stuff your mouth as music plays in the background. Unbeknownst to you, Hongjoong was glancing at every now and then to watch you enjoy the food you two prepared.
When he finished his plate he looked at your clear one and asked of you wanted more. But as much as you loved it, you were honesstly full after only one plate. It seemed like he packed the food in heavily for you in comparison to the decently portion size on his.
In fact you are so full, you are even more desperate to move out of the dress at the bulging of your stomach.
Hongjoong was across the kitchen washing the dishes and placing them in a drying rack, when he saw you staring at your stomach in worry, he advances toward you to bend down and meet your stomach on his knees.
“Hey are you feeling okay, do you want to go back home now? Or is it the food? I knew I should’ve probably cook that chicken a bit longer.”
You look down at him for a second and too many things come to your mind at once. One of them, he noticed you didn’t look okay. Another, you’ve seen him down there before, but that was in the-
“NO!”
“I mean- It’s none of those things, I wanna stay a bit longer, and the food was great. It’s just this dress…I need to take it off.”
Adding the last part quietly, you make yourself upset at the thought of having to repeat it because he hadn’t heard you.
“I wished you told me that earlier my love. When I said make yourself comfortable, I truly meant it.” He gets up immediately and stares at you scoldingly with his hands on his hips.
Looking at his disappointed face and pouting lips made you actually feel bad for not telling him sooner. “I’m sorry I just-”
“No.” He demands. “No more I’m sorry’s to me for the rest of the night alright? There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. I’m the sun to your seed remember?”
Dammit this guy. He won’t let you sit there and feel sorry about yourself for once. Your so used to apologizing it’s just all in your vocabulary. How can you not think of him in such a way that craves into your want for him when he says stuff lie this?
“I’m s-“ You look up at him and raise a brow. “I should’ve told to earlier, I know.”
He takes a step back and extends his hand toward you, Opening and closing it, waiting for you to latch on.
You get up and he takes you to his bedroom. Just like most of its house it’s decorated black with hints of color here and there on the walls.
His bed is looks plushed in black, like the best naps could only be taken there. Behind his headboard is a black wall with a lamp hanging from the ceiling. In the corner is a chair and the other corner a work desk with his laptop you’ve seen him with in the library.
The same laptop you had thought was him typing dirty fanfics into because of your lack of sleep. You take note of a guitar hanging on the wash and a piano hidden beside a tall shelf, more talents that are concealed to you that this man has yet to present.
“I have pajama pants and I also have sweatpants. Difference is, the sweatpants are a little bit thicker, yet warmer. But the pajamas are fluffy but just a tiny bit cooler.
Averting your eyes from snooping you dare them between the two, it’s a really tough pick. But being in this studio apartment with the brick walls didn’t provide a lot of insulation. Fluffy pajamas sounded comfy but something about his sweatpants made it a little bit more personal.
“Can I have the sweatpants please?”
He hands them over to you and walks to the door of the room. “Sure thing! I actually need to use the bathroom. Plus, that way you can change privately in here.” He nods and smiles as he closes the door in a hurry and you hear him open the door to the bathroom.
Unbottoning down the length of your dress, you step out of it immediately. Much to your luck however your tights gets stuck on your thighs. You lift up one of your legs you get them off and now you were hoping all over his bedroom until you plop ass flat onto his bed.
It’s exactly how you imagined. It’s was better than your Queen sized memory foam mattress at your flat. The things you do in that bed thinking about him…you hurriedly kick off the rest of the tights all the way off in a hassle.
Sighing at the relief you look at the clothing imprints on your thighs, and a few bruises?
Oh yeah, you had that meeting with your dickwad of a boss where you were pinching your thighs the whole time out of fear.
You think about how he’s been bugging you about joining that Japan trip with him for the whole week. Why in the hell would you take advantage of the time without your mysoginstic boss, with your boss?
To escape from your brain you focus on the task of grabbing the sweatpants beside you on the bed and slip them on.
As you’re walking out the room you see that the doors are still closed and Hongjoong hasn’t came out yet. You hear a bunch of scrambling and grunts of curse words flying out his mouth.
Was he?
No he couldn’t be. Not because of you. What effect could you have on him? What could be that desirable to think about while doing that?
“Um, Hongjoong, is everything okay in there? I feel awkward walking around in your house without you…”
It sounds like he was actually struggling to from a coherent sentence. His voice was strangled and the sudden loud clatter of noise left you only with concern.
“I’m perfectly fine my, my love. I’ll be there in ju, just a moment.”
“Okay, I’ll just be in the living room just listening to music then if that’s okay?”
“Ugh, y-yes love, that’s perf-perfectly fine, I’m almost f-finished.
“Okayyy.”~ You slowly back away from the door and under to see him shuffling with the lights on.
Doing what you had told Hongjoong you’d do, you head to the living room and listen to music. You spot his album collection next to the record player and scan through them to play a new record.
You stop your searching when a particular record piqued your interest. It’s cover looked like the paintings you had seen at the paint and sip with abstract flowers and a fish in its center. The words in front read, “fools garden” “Dish of the Day”. You look at the back for the song list and only see one,
Lemon Tree.
Wait, lemon tree? Why does that sound familiar?
Oh.
User @lemontree1117 crosses your mind. The online user account that had your new favorite fanfic “Lucid Dreams” in which you had discovered in desperation to unleash the thought of Hongjoong whom was chained to your every thought.
The matter at hand was something rare of a coincidence, was the world really taunting you as punishment for another time today?
Hearing the bathroom’s door open then close makes you scramble up with the album in hand pulling it close to your chest.
“My apoligies to keep you waiting love! This is embarrassing to say but…you know what, let’s just say, dinner really gets my bowels going.”
Oh, that’s what it was. You knew it couldn’t be what you had thought it was. Screw you, filthy mind.
Hongjoong watches over your spooked face and starts to apologize immediately.
“Okay that was gross wasnt it? Like a TMI? He takes note off you being unresponsive and decides to change the topic. “Hey! Do you know that song?”
You look down at the album your holding with said song. “No, I don’t actually, it just…stood out to me.”
Grinning, he walks over to you with a spring in his step. “Can I see that? I washed my hands really well, I promise.” He giggles.
You hand him the album and he looks at it with a child holding a giant lollipop. “This used to be my favorite song as a child.” Bingo. “I never knew what it meant until I was an adult. My parents let me sing it everywhere I went, and people would look at me with a sad look on their faces and I never understood why.”
Moving toward the record player he places the disk down to be recorded. A disoriented piano tune plays over in rhythm and he walks over back to you. He extends his hands and says,
“Care to dance my love?”
You look at his hands then him, before looking at him again, and taking his hand gently.
He grabs your hands firmly and leads you to an empty space between the living room and the kitchen. The songs lyrics come into play in your ears after a glass shattered sound effect:
I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens, and I wonder
Hongjoong leans fort and whisper into your ear. “I want you to try and guess what you think the songs meaning is, listen to the words very closely.”
You nod and take the time to listen while HongJoong pulls you closer with his hands gently placed on your waist and he pulls your arms his neck. He leans down toward your neck and before you can panic he sings the song lyrics into your ear:
I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens, and I wonder
It sounds like the artist is looking for someone that they lost, and they ride around looking for them in hopes they’ll magically appear.
I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
There it is again, lemon tree. The world just had to make the name of the user of your new favorite romantic fanfic the same as his favorite childhood song.
Even the way he sings so adoringly in your ear makes you feel more guilty. Why did these bad things have to happen to you, with such a good man?
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
They artist is still looking for the person they wish to seek. Maybe it’s a loved one they’ve lost? What is it with this lemon tree? Why does it remind the artist so much of them?
Your continuing dancing, deciphering the meaning of the lyrics as he sings them into your ear, and your likely to fall asleep as he slowly spins you both in circles.
Coming at an end the artist sings:
I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout blue-blue sky
And all that I can see
And all that I can see
And all that I can see
Is just a yellow lemon tree
Hongjoong doesn’t pull away from you and your not sure but it seems like he’s inhaling your new scent you used today.
Or maybe your being you delusional self and he’s sensitive as he’s revisiting thoughts of his childhood.
“So what did you think? Could you figure out the meaning of the song?
Turning your face so you can whisper close to his ear, you tell him you think it’s about the artist losing someone that cared for and they wander around to find them but they keep envisioning this lemon tree.
Pulling away from you he looks at you wide eyed.
“Wow I’m impressed, you’ve got sharp ears and a mind. That’s really…spot on.”
For a minute there, you thought you misinterpreted the lyrics because you were also busy drowning in guilt. But somehow, you pulled yourself above water to breathe and l be present to isten.
“I guess so. But it was sort of easy to figure out, The tone of their voice sounds like their grieving, and they repeat themselves like there in some sort of loop they can’t get out of. The only I can’t figure out is the meaning of the lemon tree.”
With his hand on his hips he looks down at you in his sweatpants, and slowly back up to your face analyzing your body.
“Ah. The artist has a girlfriend that died in a car crashing into a lemon tree. So when he rides around in search for her, a lemon tree humbly reminds him. But it can also be interpreted that he feels bitter and sour about life without her.”
Huh. You were pretty spot on. Maybe it was just that way to decipher, or you felt some kind of relation to it that could be recognize to what the artist was feeling. You felt bitter and sour about life without Hongjoong these days, but the thing is he never left, not physically.
“Hmmm. That’s unfortunate and really sad actually.”
Nodding yes, he takes his hands off his hips to put them behind his head and expose a cheesy grin on his face.
“Maybe I’m just dumb and your just super pretty and smart. I can’t believe it took me 25 years to figure that out, and only 3 minutes for you.”
You? Super pretty and smart?
“Hey no your super pretty and smart too, or-I mean, handsome?”
Nice save, dumbass.
“I’m getting pretty tired and I might head to bed soon. Did you have any plans that you had scheduled for tomorrow? I can still take you back to your apartment.”
The only plans to had for tomorrow were to reread your books and continue the story of “Lucid Dreams”.
However, that can wait.
That’s honestly something that you would have never thought. But it’s late, and he’s tired and now you’re beginning to get tired, and you really don’t feel like putting that dress back on and getting on the elevator through the lobby to drive all the way back to your flat.
“I think I’ll just stay here if that’s okay? I’m tired too and I don’t think it would be nice to drive with us both cranky.”
He laughs softly. “Right, your right. I’ll sleep here in the living room and then you can take the bed. I pass out up here sometimes anyway listening to music, so I’ll be fine.”
Shaking your head no in a fast motion, you retort, “But this is your apartment, I wouldn’t want you to sleep on the couch because of-“
“Shhh.” He interrupts. It’s fine my love, trust me. The living room is quite literally my second bedroom. I’ll live to sleep in it another night.”
“…”
“Good night and sweet dreams my love, I enjoyed my time with you today.” He slumps into the couch and waves you goodbye.
“Goodnight hongjoong. Sleep well. I enjoyed today with you as well.”
When you enter Hongjoong’s room by yourself you feel extremely awkward. As much as you’re tempted to, you don’t go snooping around in his things. If things were vice-versa and you let him sleep in your room, you certainly wouldn’t want him to go through your things.
So instead you just lie in the edge of his s bed awkwardly staring at the door in hopes he’ll change his mind and sleep in the bed. Then you think if you were in your house, laying in bed right now, you would be reading the finishing of Lucid Dreams”.
But wouldn’t that be bad to imagine while you’re sleeping in his bed?
This is definitely a challenging situation for you. As much as your tempted to cross that boundary, it's more important to respect the Hongjoong’s living space.
It’s not like he’ll know, but it felt wrong. But the way his soft scent is clinging to the comforter set of the bed makes you wanna forget all about that.
Okay, maybe let’s not do that here.
It would be obvious to see the white in contrast to the black sheets, even though the thought of you leaving it on his bed arises something in you that shouldn’t be there.
A very long time it’s been been a long since you’ve slept without reading something to put you to rest. You could come up with a scenario in your head, but the man you visualize as the one putting you sleep, is the same person who’s bed your in currently.
You make sure to leave the light above his headboard on to not trigger you in any way that might freak Hongjoong out.
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Fast forward it’s been 2 whole hours and you haven’t gotten any sleep. You get up to check on Hongjoong.
Upon walking into the hallways, it was very dark and it almost took you back to that night.
However as you advance forward, you could see him sitting up on the couch swaying peacefully to the spinning of his record player in the moonlight.
The song stops playing and your footsteps have become quiet to ensure you don’t alert him. You pause at the end of the hall and in the entrance of the living room, looking at how his white hair soaks up the dark blue from the night sky.
“Hey, my love, couldn’t sleep either?”
Your spooked at how he can tell that you were there but as you move to advance towards him behind the couch, you can see your reflection in his window following you as a dead giveaway.
Fuck so that mean he could see you staring at him like a creep.
“Yeah, um, it’s been a long time since I’ve slept at anyone’s house, much less on their bed.”
Ah yes, the sad reality of being a virgin. He’s probably thinking the same thing about you along those lines in his head.
But you are very satisfied in having your own personal pleasures privately in your bedroom. “Ah really? Me neither.”
What, him neither? Who would date pass up the chance to sleep with this man based on the first glance of his beauty alone? Or maybe he just decides not to. “Why are you still up?”
He sighs before looking back at you. His white hair isn’t styled, and his face is bare as a shadow cast over the side of his face from the absence of light. Right now he looks especially ethereal oppose to the other times you’ve seen him.
“Why don’t you come over here and sit next to me and I’ll tell you love?”
You’re nervous to sit next to him but you do nonetheless. You sit in silence waiting for him to speak.
“I’m still in shock of how you figured out the songs meaning so fast after hearing it just once. You would make a good journalist you know? Being so observant.”
Hongjoong was peering over at you now with a tight lipped smile. His eyes sparkle with a small twinkle in his charming eyes. “I don’t know about that. Your a lot more passionate than I am.”
It was all you could say really, the honest truth. Your attention span was very short circuited. Unless it was a computer, a novel, or your boss. You’d never take the time to observe anything that was happening around you.
“Nonsense, everyone has things they’re passionate about. You just have to find your purpose first, a reason at to why you wanna put your work out for others to see.”
Well that’s not gonna happen because you don’t have a reason for people to see any writings of yours. You were just a reader. A member of a broad audience who just wanted to be entertained and leave as soon as possible to find the next best thing.
“I prefer reading, it’s just my thing you know?”
Hongjoong nods slowly before looking elsewhere to ponder for a moment.
“Yeah, I understand. Hey, can I ask you something? If it bothers you, please don’t answer if you don’t want to.
Uh oh
“Shoot.”
“When I touched your lower back earlier, why did you jump? Did I make you uncomfortable?”
Uhhhhh. Oh.
“Um, it’s, it’s just-
“You don’t have to talk about if you don’t feel comfortable, I will understand don’t worry.” He rushed in.
“No, um. Something happened to me, in the past. With a person-in high school. Luckily someone had came in to save me, but I’ve never been the same since. I don’t wanna to go into details but-
“And you don’t have to. I appreciate you feeling comfortable enough with me to tell me that. I’ll be here to listen to the details when you feel comfortable, buts that’s only if you want to.”
Why does he keep talking like he’s gonna be by your side forever? His question was something that you lost certainly weren’t expecting, but from his point of view, it can be alarming.
“Maybe, yeah sure. I’ll tell you another time.”
He gets up and grabs the album of Lemon Tree, placing it down on the record. As the disoriented piano tune plays at the start again in rhythm he sits back down and pulls a blanket over the both of you.
“Do you mind coming closer? I can go grab another blanket if you don’t wanna share.”
A flock of butterflies flutter in your stomach at the thought of ever being that close to him. You aren’t as easily tempted as you were at the beginning of the night, yet it was still there.
“Um, yeah I can come closer.” You scoot over to Hongjoong leaving an respectable amount of space between the two of you.
“If it makes you feel better, we can both stay up here. When you’re ready to go to sleep I’ll still be up here with you.”
Oh man. What if you have a wet dream about him and he’s right there next to you? He would definitely stop talking about that together forever stuff if he heard you moaning his name in your sleep. But your longing fear of the dark made you not want to be alone either.
“Sounds good.”
He nods and puts his arm above the couch “Good.”
The rest of the night was spent listening to Lemon Tree on replay. If it weren’t for the comfort of you slowly falling into Hongjoong’s chest and arms, you would’ve kept letting your mind flicker back to user @lemontree1117.
Rather than the thought of being unsure if you’re feeling even more conflicted about your attraction to Hongjoong. On one hand, you know that your fantasies don't necessarily translate into reality, but on the other hand, you can't deny her physical responses to him.
You wonder, as you drift off to sleep, what Hongjoong has in mind for you and your freshly started relationship in the future.
Chapter 3 ➡️
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PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY ORIGINAL WORKS, reblogs are appreciated and accepted. Stealing and modifying my work or publishing out on other platforms is not. 🖌️
☑️🤍A/N: If you would like to be tagged in the next post please let me know!
Thank you for reading!
Much love xoxo
#ateez#ateez smut#ateez au#ateez hongjoong#ateez x reader#ateez angst#ateez fanfic#ateez fic#hongjoong x reader#hongjoong x y/n#kim hongjoong x reader#ateez scenarios#spotify#Spotify#1117feverlessdreams
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This is so hot, it reminds of what Mr.Write 📝Right Hongjoong might look at you when you know…
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Just some food for many many many many thoughts…
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Welcome to 1117feverlessdreams! A place where you can let free the wildest fantasies of your dreams!
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I decided upon the name when I was thinking about the first song I listened by myself when my friend recommended me to Ateez, Star1117. 🗣️
Something had drawn me to it, the title sounded like it was gonna be beautiful and something I’d enjoy, and my instincts were right. 🧞♂️
As I listened to the song, I thought, who could they be talking about? They sound like they really love this person. (even though I didn’t know what the hell they were saying LMFAO) 🥶
But the melody and they way they sang so softly and belted out those notes, I knew it was a strong song with deep emotion, and the “forever you are my star” line made me think it was about someone they really cared for. 😭
I immediately searched the songs meaning and saw it was for their fans. I never got into K-pop fully but I always wanted to and had a few songs on my playlist. I decided Ateez was the first group I was gonna Stan based on that song alone. I wanted to be part of a fandom whose artist love their fans so dearly that they made a song dedicated to them. 💙
Fever came from another Ateez song, it just came to mind and I wanted to include it. 👨🎤 I had to add less because it emphasizes the wish of my stories to have a pleasant experience rather than a bizarre/ disturbing one.
Dreams comes from me just being delusional lol. I tend to wander off out no where in my mind coming up with all kinds of scenarios. So much to the point it’s just a coping mechanism for my insomnia. 🐳
It actually helped in some ways. I can sleep peacefully now, maybe too much because I don’t ever wanna wake up. What can I say, I guess I have an addiction. 🌀
Plus I don’t think it’s going away anytime soon so enjoy the ride ���
The theme for my page is a fantasy dream world where all your desires come true (i.e. requests or messages), the theme color being blue. The color blue represents calmness, imagination, and spirituality. 🚹
I want to make my page for my black!readers because we really don’t get a lot of representation 🥲🥲🥲
BUT sometimes I might write generally, so just to be clear I’m not discriminating and I want to include everyone!
BUT for my black!readers just know that this is a safe space 💙
PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY ORIGINAL WORKS, reblogs are appreciated and accepted. Stealing and modifying my work or publishing out on other platforms is not. 🖌️
Lastly I will also be attaching to music to each of my works to get y’all in the mood ( ͡❛ 👅 ͡❛) I love music, I literally can not live without it just like I can’t live without my “exciting imagination”. Also I thought it would be a fun addition, so I hope y’all don’t mind! 😰
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All About Me!
Name: NYX (a picking of my choosing after the goddess of night)
Age: 18- yes I am an adult and therefore make content for other adults, MINORS DNI 🔞
Country: ‘Merica 🤠🔫🔫 🦅🦅🦅
Ethnicity: African-American Gyal 💁🏾♀️
Favs: Ateez (ult) Stray Kids, P1Harmony, Enhyphen, Nct127, NCT DREAM, Twice, TXT, NewJeans, Red Velvet, Leehi, Got7, Seventeen.
(Imma be completely honest, I listen to the other groups music and I know some of the members, but Ateez is the only group I know really well. I’m trying my best to get involved in other groups but I love my boys so much!!!)
Moots: They’re non- existent but that’s because they don’t know I exist yet! If you wanna be moots don’t be shy, I won’t bite 😭.
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