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Beautiful Liar | part of the Treacherous Tales Series

pairing ➳ dk x fem!reader

genre ➳ mafia au, dark romance? angst, smut.

wc ➳ 16.8k

synopsis ➳ you have old scores to settle and he's a pretty pawn in your game. but one must remember obsession leads to destruction.

warnings ➳ violence, mentions of mafia, murder, kidnapping & suicide, stalking, breaking and entering, manipulation, gambling, mention of rape, protected sex, teasing, male oral.

playlist ➳ beautiful liar- monsta x, vigilante shit- taylor swift, part goddess part gangster- madalen duke, horns-bryce fox, don't blame me- taylor swift, no body no crime- taylor swift, the hills- the weekend.

"I need him."

Your words dissipate into the cool air inside the car as your gaze remains focused out your window, trained on one certain man.

"What do you need me to do?" Changkyun immediately asks with violence underlying in his tone. You click your tongue in disapproval, not letting your eyes stray from your pretty prey. "You won't be doing anything this time. He is mine."

The man sitting in the driver's seat next to you only grunts in reply.

Through the passenger side window, you keep observing him, as the man smiles and talks to some students before taking his leave, walking inside another building as he disappears from your sight, making you sigh.

"Okay. You actually do need to do something."

"What?"

"Get me his schedule."

Theatre and drama were never your thing. Yet, here you sit, in Professor Lee's class as he talks about the history of theatre.

While the lecture itself is boring and definitely not worth the trouble you went through to sneak into his class as you are not a student, the man himself is pleasing to listen to and look at.

There is something boyish and innocent about him and as you watch him give the lecture, his voice so sweet and soothing that it is almost impossible to believe that he is related to the Lee family.

The two-hour lecture is surprisingly quick to pass by as you sit at the very back of the classroom, watching him carefully. With the clock striking 2 pm, the lecture finishes and students clear out of the classroom, leaving you behind who sits immobile in her place.

That manages to capture Professor Lee's attention. He takes off his reading glasses and tilts his head to look at you, blinking as if he's trying to remember you from somewhere.

With an amused smile playing on your lips, you stand up from your seat and strut to the podium slowly.

"Good afternoon, Professor." You greet, holding out a hand. He takes a look at your face and then your hand before softly shaking it. "Good afternoon. I don't think you are a student of mine."

Up close, the man looks dashing. Perfect sharp features; prominent cheekbones and a sharp nose, soft plump lips on his slightly tanned skin. Covered up to the neck with a white turtleneck underneath a black cashmere suit, he looks far from what he truly is.

So innocent, so deceitful.

You grin. "You are absolutely correct, Professor Lee. I am not."

He looks amused as well, raising a brow with the expectation that you are going to explain yourself.

"I am just a fan, you could say."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I came across your presentation at the Royal Opera House this July. I have been a fan ever since."

"Well...I am pleased to hear that. I hope I have managed to inspire you in some way."

"Oh, you have. Plenty." You can't refrain from a grin.

"I am glad then." He pauses for a beat as he takes a look at his watch. "You'll have to excuse me now. I have a meeting soon."

"Of course. I just wanted to say hi. Have a nice day." You take a step back.

The man nods, giving you a small smile as he starts walking out of the classroom, his shoes clicking on the floor. He looks gorgeous even from behind, the afternoon sun streaming from the windows in the hallway casting around him in an angelic glow.

Just as he is about to fully exit the classroom, he stops and turns his head. "I didn't get your name, though. Where are you from?"

You can't help but smile diabolically. "From the wrong side of the tracks, professor."

Professor Lee has a pretty house, made up of a rustic brick structure and well furnished black tiles for the roof, a perfect blend of modern and old. The wooden fence around the perimeter of the house is not hard for you to cross as you make your way through his yard, careful not to step anywhere that would leave a trace.

The perfect time to break into his place is now, midday, as he is currently busy teaching a class. Changkyun is keeping an eye on him, camped outside the university, ready to inform you if his position changes as you take your time combing through his house.

The front of his house has a CCTV camera, which is precisely why you broke in through the back. Carefully crossing the yard, you tiptoe along the side of the house and turn right where there is a window. Making sure that you are in a blind spot, you pry the window open after a small struggle and gingerly make your way in like a sneaky cat.

His house is beautiful, exactly fitting his image. The floors are made of dark wood as well as most of the furniture; a dark yet soothing vibe emanating from his abode. The window you used to get in leaves you in a small hallway and after looking around a little, you get a general sense of direction.

Straight from the hallway, there is his bedroom which is where you head first. You are somewhat disappointed when you find it so sterile. The room, composed of a queen sized bed, a dresser and a closet is pristine. Everything is neat, not a hair out of place as if no one lives here. There is no decoration, no trace of personalization like a picture or a painting which you find odd because you expected something that would indicate his ties to his dear family.

Not letting the disappointment get to you, you walk out of the bedroom, heading for the closed door on the left; twisting the knob, you open the door to find his study and a smile spreads on your lips.

It's a fairly large room, the walls on both sides surrounded by large mahogany shelves containing books about art, literature and others. You carefully step in, heading straight for the large desk in the middle.

To your utter disappointment, it doesn't contain any schedule or indication about the life of crime that he comes from. There is not a single sign that would tell anyone that he is the younger brother of the notorious ruler of District 1.

Instead, aside from his computer on the desk, there are only a few books related to theatre on one side and a few lecture sheets on the other. It is so unexpected that you are stunned to silence, standing in the middle of the room, almost starting to think that you came to the wrong house.

Changkyun's sudden voice from the bluetooth disrupts your thoughts. "___, he is leaving early. He just got in his car. I'm following him. You have about 15 minutes to get out of there."

"Fine," you mutter.

There is still enough time. But by the looks of this, you could have all the time in the world and still not find anything that would tell you he's one of the heirs to District 1.

Grunting you lean down and start checking the drawers only to find nothing; no secret meeting location, nothing that you can use to blackmail him or anything that will lead you to the main culprit, his brother.

Sighing, you stand up straight and look around the room. Maybe he is being extra cautious and doesn't keep any evidence here. Maybe he has a secret hideout for his life of crime.

The idea, however, doesn't make sense because you have been stalking him and the only place he frequents is the university.

It's odd.

It almost feels like he doesn't have any connection with District 1.

No, no. That doesn't make any sense.

"___, you have 10 minutes!"

"I know, I know!" You snap, annoyed.

Walking over to the bookshelves you gently drag your fingers over the spine of each book, hoping maybe one of them would be the key to opening a secret room behind the shelves.

Nothing like that happens.

Accepting your defeat, you come out of the house but not before placing a bug underneath the table in his study with the hopes of getting some information by spying on him. Crossing the fence, you take special care to make sure you didn't leave behind any trace of entry before finally exiting the perimeter of the house.

Once safely out of the range of his house, you stand on the opposite side of the road and watch Professor Lee pull up a few minutes later. Changkyun's car follows him half a minute later as he drives straight to where you are standing, before coming to a stop in front of you.

You tug open the door and get in on the passenger side.

"Why the long face? Find nothing?"

"Shut up."

A change of plans is the only way.

Your second plan is to court him which isn't really a problem given the man is as pretty as a doll and toying with him would be absolute fun. With the decision set, you begin phase two of your operation, stalking him.

Well, you were stalking him before too but now, you start to follow every single footsteps of him, quite literally.

You follow him everywhere, discreetly, of course, getting to know his schedule as precisely as possible before striking.

His routine is rather bland, he wakes up, goes to work, then goes to the gym and then comes back home. It is something you find odd, once again. No matter from which angle you consider, the equation does not add up. Still, you try to make the best of whatever little ammunition you have at hand and pretend to bump into him randomly.

Like, one sunny afternoon you pretend to wait for someone in the parking lot of his university right when he is to leave for the day. Surprisingly, he's the first one to approach you, as he gently grabs your attention. "Hey. We uh, met the other day."

"Oh, hello, Professor Lee. Glad you remembered. One of your biggest fans."

"Have you enrolled here?"

"Ah, I wish. I'm here to...meet a friend's daughter."

"I see. What's her department?"

You blink, not expecting that question but recover quickly. "You ask too many questions professor. Let me ask you one instead. Can I have your number?"

You see the tips of his ears go red.

So adorable.

He blinks, taken aback as he searches for the right words. "Well, uh, why?"

"Why? You're hot and intelligent. I want to go out with you."

"Well, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why?"

"Just because." He replies, almost unsure, looking at you as if you are a bizarre creature.

You take a step towards him, an amused smile on your face from his reaction. Leaning close to him, you slowly fix the lapels of his jacket. Perplexed, he looks at the motion of your hands before moving his gaze to your face.

"Please, professor? One date is all I ask." You give him puppy eyes.

There is a sharp inhale as his pupils widen just a little bit while you gaze into his eyes, unblinking. The proximity is intense, you can smell his perfume, feel his breath on your skin and from the way he keeps looking at you, there is an urge to kiss him building within you.

Just when you are sure you can sneak in a kiss, he breaks the moment by taking a step back, out of your reach. Clearing his throat, he says. "I can't. I have a girlfriend."

Liar.

Not waiting for your reply, he opens the door to his car and gets in. As his engine fires up with a hum, you walk near the vehicle and lean in to look at him through the half open window. "Don't lie professor. You don't have a girlfriend."

He looks at you silently for a moment, his hands resting on the steering wheel. "This is why I won't go out with you."

You are confused.

"You seem to know too much about me and I don't like that."

With that, he pulls out of the parking lot, leaving behind a trail of smoke and your baffled self.

It's fine.

You know you are on the right track. He is definitely attracted to you so it is not over yet. In fact, it is only the beginning.

This is going to be so much fun.

For the next week, you make it your mission to pop up in front of Seokmin while he is out and about. You first pretend to run into him at his favourite coffee shop, acting delighted when he notices you. He seems wary upon seeing you and since it was only the first day of your mission, you let him off easy, saying that this is fate telling that you two are meant to be.

The next time you pretend to run into him again at the car park of the university, once again announcing that you are waiting for your friend's daughter. He keeps the conversation short, simply by nodding and getting into his car rather hurriedly. You, however, don't forget to throw him a compliment, looking as innocent and genuine as possible; like an innocent young girl who has been rejected by her desired man and now longs for him from afar.

That seems to work a bit.

The lesser you speak and the more innocent your attitude becomes, the longer your encounters last. Seokmin would start initiating the conversation and then ask formal questions as if to keep the conversation going or maybe, to test you and see what your true intentions are.

Either way, you don't fall for that.

Instead, you act detached, like a damsel who failed to capture the eye of the man she loves.

Finally, one morning, when you are walking out of the coffee shop, he stops you on your way by extending his hand to touch your elbow softly. You have to hide your smile before turning around.

"You know, I never got to see the girl." He says.

"Which girl?"

"Your friend's daughter. The one you come to the university for."

Ah.

"Oh, you didn't?" You blink innocently. He looks at you for a beat, before giving you a knowing smile. "You know, I think we both know that that's a lie."

You avert your gaze, acting like you did not hear him.

"As much as you seem to be enjoying this, I need you to stop following me around." He says, voice soft but firm and you know it's a command.

It's a shame you don't take commands well.

Tilting your neck to a side, you pop a muscle before giving out a loud exhale, composing yourself. "Have a nice day, Mr Professor."

You walk away.

You were getting tired of playing around. The man may be attracted to you but you are coming to a realization that it will not be enough for him to give him. He is cautious and given who he really is, he will never let a woman like you get close to him, no matter how much he may like you.

"I told you, we should have just kidnapped him. His brother would show up immediately." Changkyun complains out loud. The two of you have been sitting in your study for the past hour, trying to come up with a plan.

"You know I don't work like that. It's too easy. And too risky."

You have a bad habit. You always end up getting emotionally involved in every case you encounter. This one should not be an exception. In fact, this is the best place to get emotional because his brother hurt you by hurting your family. It is only fair you do the same to him now. And along the way, you get to tease a pretty man like Professor Lee. It is a win-win situation for you, almost.

In your world, betrayal is the sweetest revenge. If you can betray Professor Lee after earning his trust, that will be the sweetest revenge.

"I don't give up so easily, you know," you whisper, planning your next move.

"No teacher needs that much muscles, professor!" Your voice echoes through the empty gym at night.

Dokyeom whips his head around, dropping the dumbbell that was in his hand, eyes wide at your sudden voice. "You! How did you get in here!" You don't appreciate his accusatory tone.

"I come to this gym as well." You shrug, strolling towards him with your hands behind your back before plopping down next to him on a bench. He gives you an exasperated look. "Really?"

"Mhmm." You smile.

"Liar. What do you want? I told you to stay away from me."

You shrug. " Mhmm, can't do that professor. I miss you."

His lips thin, a sign that he is clearly not amused by your antics but it's a shame. You find all of this way too amusing.

You find him amusing.

"I know you are after something else. I am not stupid, ___." He turns to face you properly, his eyes carefully watching you.

A soft smirk plays on your lips. Of course, he is not stupid. Heir to the Lee family, he is the farthest thing from stupid.

"Did you have someone look into me, professor?" You ask nonchalantly.

"Look into you? What is that supposed to mean?" He asks, leaning closer to you.

You're treading in dangerous territory. You cannot give yourself in so quickly.

"I mean a smart, famous man like you has a lovesick stalker. I'm sure you had a detective or someone take a look into me, no?"

More like an intelligence member of the mafia. Maybe even his dear brother.

"So you are admitting that you are a stalker?"

"Oh, not just any, though. A lovesick stalker." You blink innocently at him.

He remains silent making you wonder if he is buying your words.

"Since you are asking me what I want, I assume you asked around and couldn't find anything, then?" You tilt your head, tone playful as you continue the conversation. You are not going to leave today until you are successful.

After a moment, he admits. "Yes. You run on the wrong side of the tracks, that is all I could find."

You chuckle. "There is nothing else to find, professor. I'm just a bad girl infatuated with you and your words and your passion for art."

"You? I am not buying that."

"Me? What is that supposed to mean?" You feel a little offended. "Can a girl not be a gangster and love theatre? Not every one of us gets to chase our dreams, you know."

You see his eyes soften as he remains silent, pondering your words. You watch him, carefully leaning closer to him before dragging a manicured finger over his bicep flirtily.

"What do you want?" His voice comes out breathy this time, those deep pools of chocolate in his eyes boring into you and oh god, do you love your name on his lips.

It would be even better to hear him say that in bed.

"A date with you, professor." You whisper, inching your face closer to him, your lips a mere few inches away from his and you don't miss the way his gaze drops to them before coming back up to your eyes.

"And if I say no?" He swallows. You pout, snaking a hand over his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath your palm, pleased that he lets you touch him. "Why would you say no, professor? I am really good in bed, you know."

He watches you quietly once again and you hate how you cannot tell what is going on inside his head. Is he falling for your words or is he simply piecing things together and trying to uncover you? There is a slight flush on his cheeks but you don't know if it's because of you or his workout.

His hand comes to grab your wrist, breaking your train of thought as he takes your hand off his chest and places it on your lap.

"Tell me something you have never told anyone before."

"What?" You are perplexed.

"Tell me something, anything, a secret, a wish, that you have never told anyone before. Then, I will go on a date with you." He replies.

Wait, what?

You blink, absolutely baffled at his words as he sits in silence, looking at you expectantly. His gaze is sombre and sincere, like he really wants to know you and for the first time in forever, your heart skips a beat, making you feel out of place and vulnerable. Quickly, you break eye contact with him and stare at your boots as you think of a reply.

"Don't think of making up a lie. I can tell, you know." He adds.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you internally roll your eyes at him. "I...I have this urge to leave everything behind and just go to an island. Or a place near the sea and spend the rest of my life there, where nobody knows me, where my past doesn't haunt me."

A long silence follows after your words and you cannot make yourself look at him, afraid of what you will find in his eyes, afraid of how they would make you feel and at the same time hating that these thoughts are bothering you.

"I am free this weekend." He murmurs standing up. You look up, surprised, excited. He puts on his hoodie, acting like he did not just agree to a date with you. As he starts walking out of the gym, completely ignoring your presence, you yell. "I'll text you!"

He turns around to look at you as if to ask how you have his number but simply gives you an exasperated look which you reply with a cheeky smile.

"I'm only free after noon." He declares, continuing on his path.

"No problem, professor." You grin.

You agree on an evening library date which is not really an ideal date for you but because of the facade you are holding up, you agree. The library is situated near his campus, an old architectural piece, with dimmed yellow lights and gold details and large windows, radiating a little bit of a gothic energy. He chose the library because of your (fake)interest in theatre, saying that the library would be the best place to discuss these things and you agreed because other than that, it is also not crowded and you can have his full attention.

Dokyeom hand picks a few books on the topic with pure enthusiasm as you follow him around, nodding to whatever he is saying. For the most part, you observe him, watching him with rapt attention, the details of his face, the change of his expressions as he talks, the movement of his hands—

And you have to admit, he has very pretty hands; long and bony, perfect to suck on.

Shaking your head at the ridiculous thought, you follow him to a private study room.

He pulls a chair and helps you sit down, making you smile at his manners. Once he is sat, he turns to you and asks. "Okay, then. What would you like to talk about today? Let's start with plays. What is your favourite play?"

"I don't know, what is yours?" You ask, blinking innocently at him as you rest your chin on your palm. He frowns. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"My favourite play is whatever your favourite play is." You reply sweetly, making him throw an exasperated look at you.

"Is this how you are going to be?"

"Deeply infatuated with you? Yes, professor."

Shaking his head, he opens a book, murmuring something under his breath but you see the soft hint of a smile playing on his lips, making you smile as well.

This should be easy.

Your date goes smoothly, with him discussing his favourite plays, playwrights and whatnot and you nodding along and watching him, throwing in some pointless questions here and there to appear interested. All the while in the back of your mind, you keep planning your next move. Seokmin isn't a stupid man and you know deep down, he sees through your pretence but seeing how he is still entertaining you means that you have captured his interest. And you have to use this to your benefit.

Fate seems to be on your side as on the way back home, Dokyeom suddenly asks if you are free for dinner.

You have to work very hard to mask the huge grin of satisfaction on your face when you say yes. Your response pleases him, visible from his reaction as he excitedly turns the car around and selects a restaurant.

Dokyeom goes all out for dinner, as you are guided to a private dining room upon entering the restaurant. You have to say that his effort impresses you. And of course, it solidifies your belief that he is falling for you. Smiling, you strut behind him.

He pulls out your chair for you, helping you sit down before ordering some appetizers and wine for you to get started.

"I'm a bit surprised you agreed to come." He speaks after a small pause.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing. I- I just had a thought that you were not serious about me. It almost felt like you lost a bet. I had the impression that you were just playing with me and wasting my time the last few weeks but I'm surprised you pulled through."

You only give him a smile in reply.

"You know, I believe you are one of two things. A weirdo who wants to bed a professor just for fun or, someone with a hidden intention, playing the long game."

"Aren't you smart, professor?" You grin condescendingly, resting your cheek on your palm.

"I know you are bad news, yet..." He pauses for a beat, sighing at himself. "Yet for the past week, I could not stop thinking about you. I'm in deep trouble, no?"

"You are," You smile. "In the sweetest trouble, I promise you."

He scoffs, a faint smile appearing on his lips. "Let's order the main course, shall we?"

The dinner begins with casual small talk as he tells you about his work and you listen, asking casual questions here and there. When you are taking your second serving of the alfredo pasta, he asks. "Tell me about yourself. Why do you do what you do?"

"Come again?" Your movements halt as you look at him.

"Your... profession." He seems to not find his words. "Killing people, threatening them, weapon business, fraud... whatever you do."

"Hm, I do a little bit of all of that but," you set your utensils down, looking up. "Interesting question, professor."

"Is it like a family business?"

Your eyes fly to his, looking for a sign in them of whether he knows your background or not. For a moment you tense up and hold your breath but his face remains the same, looking at you curiously as he sips his wine.

"No, not really." You reply before finishing your glass of wine. "Parents died early. They knew a few people who were in this business and I got involved."

"What business is it exactly?"

"Aren't you curious, professor?"

He shrugs, looking at you in silence, waiting for you to continue. You sigh, dropping your cutlery down and leaning back into the chair.

"My father was in the weapons business. After he passed away things were messy for a bit and I realized dealing with weapons was not my strong forte. Now I'm in the loaning business and I also do contract killing."

Dokyeom's eyes widen significantly and you can't help but laugh at his reaction. He is acting like he hasn't heard something like this before, living in the world that he lives in.

He looks around before lowering his voice and asking. "So you are like a thug that lends people money with high interest?"

"Yep."

"And you beat them up if they fail to return the money on time?''

"Precisely," you grin.

"And what was that about contract killing? What are you? A hitman?"

"You can say that. But I have clients of various ranges. I kill for politicians, for local gangs and even for civilians."

"For civilians?" He hisses.

"Yes, professor." You take a sip of your wine, swirling the bitter liquid around in your mouth. "Three months ago, the news of a young girl getting raped by a senator's son broke out. I'm sure you have heard of that. The girl was only seventeen and the guy came to her birthday party without any invitation, caused a ruckus and raped her that night because she refused to drink with him. The mother of that girl ran around tirelessly for help while she recovered at the hospital. Everyone she went to, told her to drop the charges for her own good. For one, it would take months, even years to complete the investigation and during that time they'd only get harassed, and two, they could never win the case."

"One day, the mother came to see me. I don't know how she found me and I didn't ask. She offered me her entire life savings and begged me for justice for her daughter. I didn't accept her money but I promised her I would avenge her daughter."

"Then...the death of that senator's son, you were behind it?" Seokmin whispers.

"Yes. I castrated him and then slit that bastard's throat."

"And the incident of the senator that came on the news, were you behind that as well?"

"Yes. He was equally at fault. He let his son go astray and then covered up his crimes. He did not deserve to speak another word so I cut his tongue. Fun, no?'

He doesn't reply to you but falls into a deep state of thought as you continue your dinner.

"Did I scare you, professor?" You ask, seeing him so silent.

He blinks a few times, coming out of his reverie. "No."

"Hm, doesn't sound like that."

Once more, you are met with silence as he watches you from the opposite side of the table, the look in his eyes serious, almost as if he is scrutinizing you. You start to grow uncomfortable under his stare, slightly worried that he might piece two and two together and see through you.

Surprising you, he says, "Looks like I misjudged you, ___. I shouldn't have. I apologize."

"What?"

"Not all actions can be boxed into black and white. What you did may be illegal but it was necessary and right. It won't undo everything that the girl went through, but it still makes the whole thing a bit fair."

For probably the first time in your life, you find yourself speechless. You open your mouth to reply but you realize that you are incapable of forming a reply to what he said. So, you just sit in silence, mirroring him.

"I don't know your past and I don't know what your struggles are but you are a good person, ___.''

Your throat has dried up by now as a weird sensation starts settling in your heart. It is uncomfortable and your appetite is ruined.

The man can probably sense your discomfort because he lets out a soft chuckle and leans back into his seat. "I just thought you should know that. I was not trying to woo you or anything."

You swallow a lump in your throat and force a smile. "Let's order dessert, shall we?''

Soon after that, you finish dinner and Dokyeom offers to give you a ride home and you accept it but only after a little internal debate.

Your own attitude baffles you. Why are you hesitating to let him drop you home? Is it because you have started feeling weird things under his company and now you want to avoid them?

No, that's outrageous. You are just tired from a long day of playing pretend.

The drive to your house is silent as you actively avoid having any conversation with him by facing the window and closing your eyes, your arms crossed as you pretend to go to sleep.

A good amount of driving later, you reach your house and tap in the code number for the main gate to open.

"She's a beauty, isn't she?'' You ask upon noticing his reaction; wide eye and mouth slightly open as he drives into your compound, coming to a stop in front of the steps that lead to your main entrance.

The house resembles a haunted mansion in many ways. It is at least a hundred years old, huge but empty, creepers growing around the black tiles, surrounded by dead trees and an abandoned garden. This is where you used to live with your family a long time ago and after your father's death, you left, letting that house collect dust. It is only recently that you started living here after you formed your plan to take the Lee family down.

"She is." He agrees with a nod before undoing his seatbelt. Before you can do that and open your door, he rounds the car and holds the door open for you.

The chilly night air hits your skin as you step out of the car. Dokyeom's gaze travels past you, marvelling at your home.

"Would you like to come in?" You surprise yourself by asking. He immediately nods with a sheepish grin. "I would love to see the interior."

"Well, it is a mess and full of dust but come along," You lead the way as he follows you closely. Holding the door open, you let him step in.

The door opens to a large space in front of a staircase leading upstairs. This area used to be for sitting, and now it is barren of anything. There is a large floor to ceiling window by the staircase, pouring the moonlight inside the space which is dimly lit by an antique chandelier.

"I see you didn't renovate." Dokyeon comments as he walks around, eyes scanning the space in wonder.

"Moved in recently."

"Hm, I like the style. If you end up renovating, I'd say don't change it too much." He advises. Humming, you start climbing the stairs. "My bedroom and the dining are upstairs. Wanna take a look?''

"Sure," he enthusiastically trails behind you as you come upstairs and show him the dining first and then the second bedroom before leading him to your bedroom.

"And here is my room," you hold open the door for him as he walks past you, the same look of wonder constant on his face.

"Wow," he walks straight to the open balcony, the night breeze flowing in strong, making the curtains dance. You slowly follow him, "I know right."

"I almost want to live here. Do you want to trade places with me?'' There's a boyish charm in his eyes and a genuine hint of glee in his voice as he looks at you with a smile.

"No thanks." You cannot help a small smile yourself.

A silence settles, a comfortable one in fact as you watch the view by his side in the cool night air.

"I had a good time today," he confesses, voice soft. You try hard not to acknowledge the funny feeling that spreads inside you upon hearing his words. Softly, you say. "Me too."

Your gaze moves to him and you find him looking at you, the look in his eyes is something you are unfamiliar with. Something that threatens to make your heart skip a beat, and make you forget what you are set out to do.

While you are lost in your thoughts, Dokyeom seems to have moved closer to you. His gaze has deepened and his face is suddenly mere inches away from you, taking you by surprise.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers.

Fuck it. Part of your mission is to get him to bed, no? You will have to do it sooner or later.

You press your lips to his and fireworks go inside your head. It feels right, his lips moving against yours as you grab his jacket to pull him closer. By the time you two separate, you are breathless, your mind hazy. Dokyeom keeps looking at you like you are the most magnificent thing on this planet, his hand softly caressing your cheeks as your fingertips dance on his neck.

"Should I stay the night?"

There is a cheer of satisfaction within you. You let out a soft hum of acknowledgement which immediately brings his hands to your shoulders.

His lips are the epitome of temptation, your hooded gaze trained on it, stuck in a trance of pure desire. His fingers brush over your back in tantalising touches as he drops your coat from your shoulders, his eyes never straying from yours. Your hands move in a rhythm as you unbutton his blazer and reach for the hem of his turtleneck, helping him to get rid of it with a tug while simultaneously moving back inside your room and towards your bed, discarding the clothes messily on the floor.

His body is like an ancient Greek sculpture, lean and toned and you don't hide the hunger in your gaze. In silence, you push him towards the bed as he drops down to the mattress while you peel off your top along with your bra and then reach for the pants. Once you are left only in your panties, you strut towards him, a small smile on your lips because of the way he keeps looking at you, full of desire and burning passion.

Your hands move seductively as you take off his pants along with his boxers, making sure your nails scrape his thigh. With the fabrics gone, you see his cock for the first time, and my god is he blessed.

"What do you think? Will it please you?" He asks, making you smirk.

"Lie back professor," you order, standing up as he moves back into the bed, half lying against the headboard. You climb on the bed on all fours, positioning yourself on top of him. Leaning down, your lips tease him as your noses brush together softly. You whisper. "Let me give you a time you will never forget."

Something flashes in his eyes for a brief moment which you don't get to observe because his lips crash into yours, ensuing a fierce kiss. You moan into the kiss as his hands come to cup your neck and jaw, his lips pressed against yours relentlessly.

When you realise he is about to press you down into the bed, you break the kiss and inhale deeply. "Mhmm, no, professor. Let me take care of you first." You throw a wink at him and move down, your lips softly dragging against his skin, down his abdomen before reaching his half hard cock.

You take him in your hands, rubbing the base of his dick at a slow pace and watch his face raptly for reactions. As he grows hard against your hand, you lean down and take him into your mouth with one big swallow that makes Dokyem grunt out loud.

"Fuck!"

You smile as you continue your ministrations, moving your mouth up and down against his length while his body grows tense beneath you. Your tongue laps around his entire length, tasting him, teasing him as his breaths become shorter and shorter.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come soon."

His words work as a motivation for you as you increase your pace, swiping your tongue over his leaking tip before he finally explodes inside your mouth with a throaty groan.

You swallow every drop of him, a few trailing down the corner of your lips and you make a show of licking it with unwavering eye contact. Dokyeom lies flat on his back, panting harshly, hooded eyes watching you in an intense stare.

"Good, professor?" You grin, licking your index finger.

Exhaling loudly, he tugs you by your arm. "Come here!" Pinning you underneath his body, he kisses you, his tongue prodding into your mouth, tasting himself. You don't hold yourself back either, kissing him with equal passion until you forget where you end and he begins.

His lips meet your neck, kissing and sucking softly before trailing down to play with your sensitive nipples. As your whines grow in pitch and you grow restless, trying to break free from his grip and take over, he sits over your thighs, spreading his legs on both sides and resting on his knees.

"Do you have a condom?" He asks.

"Multiple," you reply, reaching for the bedside drawer.

As he puts the rubber on, you take the moment to appreciate his figure, his beautiful face, his bed-messy hair, his toned chest and abdomen and of course, his monster of a cock.

"You are one fine man, professor." You find yourself saying. You hate how you genuinely mean it.

"You are not too bad yourself." He flashes a grin before aligning himself with your pussy. As you take a deep inhale, he pushes in, making your body rise as you grip the sheets tightly in reply to the intrusion.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

Your response is to squeeze him tighter as you wrap your legs around his ass, pushing his body closer to yours. Delirious with pleasure, you start chasing his hips right away in a desperate rhythm of your own.

"Harder," you tempt, slinging your arms around his neck to pull him close. His breath fans your face, the slight perspiration on his temples clearly visible in this distance. In the yellowish hue of the room, his skin glows, giving him the appearance of a god, his messy hair tying everything together.

Dokyeom takes you up for the challenge as he increases his pace, making your head fall back as you let out a deep moan from the pits of your belly. He hits the perfect spot every time, driving you wild, bringing you deliciously close to the edge.

"Fuck, I need to come," you pant, hands reaching between your legs to touch your clit. Dokyeom, however, stops you by grabbing your both wrists and pinning them on top of your head, a cocky smirk on your face as he leans into your ear and whispers. "Say please first."

"Never," you immediately reply.

"Then you don't get to come."

"You asshole!" You hiss, trying to writhe free from his grasp but every time you move, his dick goes deeper inside you, amplifying the pleasure that makes you shudder.

"Come on sweetheart. You know you want to come."

"Ugh, no," you grunt, squeezing your eyes shut in a futile attempt to tone done your need for release."

"It's just one tiny word," the devil keeps whispering in your ear, continuing his ruthless thrusts as you teeter on the verge of begging.

"Fuck! Okay, okay!" You yell. "Please!"

"Hm, that didn't sound nice." The bastard complains, making you furious.

"I swear to god—" He interrupts you with a fierce kiss, pushing his tongue so deep inside your mouth that you forget to breathe. Letting go of your hands, his fingers move down, trailing along your skin before reaching between your legs and flicking your clit. That action is enough as you come, fireworks going off inside your body as you twist to a side, your toes curling in pleasure. Dokyeom's body shudders on top of yours as he comes, continuing to kiss your mouth, your chin and your jaw.

Soon, a silence settles in the air as his body rests on top of yours. You don't find it in you to push him off so you let him be, comfortable in his warmth and embrace as you close your eyes, soon to be overtaken by sleep.

Days bleed into weeks that turn into a month as you start dating Seokmin. He grows fonder of you each passing day, the look in his eyes and his actions mirroring what he holds for you in his heart. He starts accepting your obsessive tendencies along with your profession, which pleases you immensely. You have your enemy where you want and things seem to be going your way.

Except one thing.

After you started dating Dokyeom, you have stayed over at his place only a few times. Of course, you made use of those times, snooping through his house in hopes of finding something that would lead you to his brother or at the very least, tell you of his ties to the mafia family of District 1. You never found a single thing. When you asked him about his family, he replied that he is an only child whose parents passed away because of a car crash.

A lie, of course.

Your plan is in motion but at the same time, you feel stuck. You have Dokyeom in the palm of your hand, you just need to get to his brother for everything to come together. You had dramatic plans for a reunion but at this stage, that looks quite impossible.

Maybe you should have just kidnapped him.

One weekend he invites you to his house for dinner as a celebration of him securing a contract with one of the biggest publishers in the country for his next book.

You put on your nicest dress and your fanciest heels for the occasion, your lips painted red as you strut to his front door with a bouquet of flowers.

Dokyeom opens the door looking a little more gorgeous than other days; his black hair brushed back sleekly, and wearing a cream coloured Ralph Lauren sweater with black pants. Tying the look together is his steel framed glasses which he looks fantastic with and which you adore seeing him wearing.

Whenever he wears those glasses you two end up having the most mind blowing sex.

Dokyeom remains rooted in his spot as he watches you, his eyes moving over your full frame with a look of appreciation and desire. You flash a grin, "Good evening, professor."

He blinks before smiling, "Good evening, ___. You look absolutely stunning."

"Thought I should dress up to celebrate you." You shrug. "May I come in?" You smile teasingly and he lets you in with a flustered laugh.

"Dinner is cooking in the oven. I will set the table up," he supplies as he helps you to take off your coat once you are inside. "Would you like some wine?''

"Sure," You follow him to the kitchen which has a soft aroma of the chicken roast, making your stomach rumble slightly. One of the many delights of dating Dokyeom has been his exceptional culinary skills. You watch as he pours wine into two glasses before offering you one, "The chicken will be done in ten minutes. Make yourself at home."

"Thanks," you receive the glass from him and stroll around the house, looking at his decoration, in the back of your mind thinking if any one of these plain items hides the key to his other identity. A phone call echos in the kitchen and you realize Dokyeom is getting a call. He accepts it with an apology directed at you before going to the porch to speak.

In the meantime, you sneak into his study. It is not even sneaking in, to be honest, because he has given you full access to every inch of his house and in fact, encouraged you to visit his study and take a look at his little library. You found it odd at first because his transparency shows that he has nothing to hide and as days pass by and you come up with no leads, a sinking feeling has started appearing in your belly. Not to mention that the bug you put underneath his desk has picked up nothing of importance, no conversation or phone call about District 1 or his mafia family.

Maybe you have made a huge mistake. Maybe he is some random innocent guy who just looks like the youngest son of Lee family and has fallen to your prey.

Still, you step inside his study with the hope of finding something new. Like every other time, your fingers comb through the shelves of his library before moving towards his desk, shuffling through the papers carefully to not disturb the arrangement. You also peek beneath the desk to make sure the recorder is still there and active before going through his drawers. It has become a routine check at this point, your fingers moving through his stuff in experienced movements as you hold your breath in anticipation of finding a lead.

It goes futile, of course.

With a defeated sigh you stand up to find Dokyeom standing at the entrance of his study with a completely foreign look on his face.

Shit.

A gasp of surprise and terror leaves your mouth as your eyes meet his and for several moments, a gut-wrenching feeling wreaks havoc within you. You hate how you feel, guilty like a criminal or even worse, a person breaking the trust they were given and getting caught red handed by the person who trusted them the most.

"What are you doing?'' His tone is flat and cold, something you are hearing for the first time. It takes a second for your brain to start functioning properly. "Just looking around, professor. You know I get snoopy sometimes." You tilt your head to the side, giving him a coy smile.

Dokyeom gives no reaction. He takes a few, slow steps towards you, his footsteps matching the beat of your heart as he comes to a stand in front of the table.

Then, his hand reaches below, searching for something beneath the table before coming back up with the bug in his hand.

Ah, fuck.

"What is this?" He asks.

"A bug? Who would do that to you, professor?" You ask innocently.

He keeps staring at you, the look of disappointment growing permanent on his face as you realize you are caught for good.

Fuck it, you had to reveal yourself one way or the other anyway.

With a loud exhale, you ask, "When did you find out?"

"Last week," he replies, tone clipped. "I was baffled when I found it. Nobody visited my place in the last few weeks except you. Stupidly, I told myself it cannot be you so someone must have broken in. I looked through the CCTV footage but I found nothing there was well." He blows out a long breath, shaking his head dejectedly, "I still prayed it wouldn't be you but the reality says otherwise, ___."

Hmm, it does.

"It was me," you announce, plopping down on his chair behind the desk while he watches you unamusedly. "And you are right. Someone did break in. That was me as well." You flash him an evil grin.

Whatever colour that was left on his face drains out as he keeps staring at you, unblinking, for a long period. You return his stare with one of your own, except you are curious to see his next reaction. There is also a feeling of dread somewhere within you but you decide to ignore it.

Dokyeom's palms come to rest on the table as he hangs his head low, remaining motionless. Finally, when he looks up, the look in his eyes has completely changed and his jaw is tight, giving you the first glimpse into the mafia heir that he really is.

You watch as he reaches for the scissors in the stationary holder sitting on his desk, and rounds the table before coming to stand right next to you, holding the tip of the scissors right against your neck as he leans down and hisses. "Should I slit your throat right here or should I hear you out?"

You must admit that you find this look on him very attractive.

You cannot help the grin, "Finally, you are acting like the youngest heir of District 1, professor. I like it."

His eyes widen slightly as the scissors move just a bit away from your skin. "What do you want?"

"To tell you that, I have to tell you a long story." Your smile drips with venom as you stand up and walk over to the sitting area. "Sit down. It's a long story." You say, motioning towards the sofa in front of you. He isn't enthusiastic but he follows your direction, sitting down in front of you, the scissors still in his hand.

You lean back into the cushions throwing one leg over the other as you look him in the eye.

"Once upon a time, six years ago actually, there was a man who used to deal weapons. His general clients were not high profile but one day he got orders from the mafia family of District 1. They had some issues with their regular supplier so they chose that man for a quick supply."

"The man had two daughters. One who was 18 at that time and another who was 16. Their mother passed away a couple of years ago and their father was always busy with either work or gambling so the sisters only had each other. The older sister took very good care of the younger one, making sure she was happy and protected all the time."

"Then one night, the mafia barged through the door, surrounding their house with armed men. The eldest and the youngest son of the Lee family also came. They dragged the father and the older daughter outside on the porch where they killed him with a clean shot in the head. Then they grabbed the older daughter and dragged her into their car, making her disappear forever."

"Meanwhile, the younger daughter watched all this from far away as the father's right hand man told her to remain hidden to save herself. After some digging around, it was found out that District 1 went to war with the Russians and they lost that war while also losing the head of the family, the father of the two brothers, Lee Jihoon and..." you pause before looking him dead in the eye and whispering, "Lee Seokmin."

Thick silence stretches in the air.

Dokyeom keeps looking at you, his fingers intertwined under his chin. "So, all this was a grand plan of yours to what, fool me? Betray me after making a joke out of me?" He asks. making you chuckle.

"You were only the beginning of my plan. I wanted to mess with you, of course, but I thought I would find out about your brother's whereabouts through dating you. I initially had a fun plan that I would show up uninvited in one of his business deals and ruin it, damage his reputation for good. However, that plan failed because I found no information about him or your family from you. You really hide that part of you well, no Professor?"

He remains silent.

"Now that my initial plan has failed, I think I will have to kidnap you, hm? Ask your brother for ransom. He would have no choice but to show up then."

Your words make Dokyeom scoff as he shakes his head, the corners of his lips turned up as if you have said the funniest thing ever. You don't like his reaction.

"You want to see my brother? I will arrange that."

"What?" You must have heard wrong. "What game are you playing now?"

"I'm not playing any game."

"Then why?" You narrow your eyes on him, your hand reaching to your back pocket to pull out the switchblade if necessary.

He looks at you for a long moment before letting out a breath. "I am impressed, that's all. I have to acknowledge your talent, no? Also, you deserve to know the truth." He looks you in the eye. "The real truth. Not some bullshit your father's right hand man made up."

"Don't you fucking tell me what is the truth and what is the lie, you murderer!" You seethe, clenching your fists.

You should just gut him right here.

Once again, he just smiles. "I will text you when he is available for the meeting. However, it will be one on one. If you bring someone else, he will not show up."

"I could still kidnap you."

"You are welcome to try but I guarantee you, that plan is going to fail. You are a smart woman. I'm giving you a good option. Just take it." He stands up.

"Well if you think that I alone am not a threat to your brother then you are mistaken. I can make his blood spill if I want to," You stand up and take a menacing step towards him. "If you find your dear brother dead after the meeting, don't blame me, hm?''

You don't wait for a reply as you turn on your heel and march out of the room. On your way out you find the dinner served on the table, the chicken cut nicely into pieces along with vegetables. Picking up a fork, you stab a few pieces of chicken, shove them into your mouth and then take a sip of the wine.

As always, his food tastes great.

With your coat slung over your shoulder, you pull open the door and yell behind you, "Thanks for the dinner, professor!"

You slam the door loudly behind you.

Lee Jihoon agrees to have a meeting with you one day later. Initially, you wanted Changkyun to drive you there but Dokyeom sent a text saying that he would pick you up because outside vehicles are not allowed entry into Jihoon's compound. Reluctantly, you agreed and after an absolute silent drive later, you reach the mansion of the mafia family of District 1.

The compound is stunning and heavily guarded, with checkposts and watch towers set at certain distances as well as multiple security screenings that you have to pass through. Once Dokyeom passes the final gate, the gorgeous mansion comes into view. Just upon entry, there is a large compound surrounding a giant water fountain in the middle of neatly trimmed rows of trees. Dokyeom stops the car at a small parking space near the front yard where the meeting will take place.

As the car comes to a stop you notice a small table and garden chairs set up underneath a large umbrella that is surrounded by multiple guards— the place of your meeting. With a deep breath, you step out of the car, along with Dokyeom who comes out of the driver's side door. Surprising you, he leans against the car with his arms crossed and starts looking around.

"You are not coming?''

"No."

You are perplexed but don't ask any further questions, busy with the task ahead of you. Tilting your head side to side, you pop your neck before marching towards the garden. Spotting you, one of the guards speaks into his comm. Throwing a mock smile at him, you drag a chair out and sit down, waiting for him to arrive. Out of curiosity, you turn your head behind to see Dokyeom in the same spot, staring off into the distance.

Weird.

A maid comes to serve two cups of tea before hurrying away and soon after, the man arrives.

Dressed in full black, Lee Jihoon steps out of the mansion and walks towards you, closely followed by two bodyguards, his body language is relaxed as he pulls out the chair in front of you and sits down. Taking off his shades, he looks at you, his eye contact calm yet unwavering along with something very powerful and dark brimming underneath as you come face to face with the man behind all your misery.

"Good morning, ___. My brother informed me about our interesting past." He speaks, his tone light, his facial expression laced with amusement as if he is catching up with an old friend.

"Then you know why I am here." You cut to the chase, trying to keep your tone as even as possible. Just hearing his voice irks you to your core.

"Remind me again." He hums, wiping his shades with a piece of cloth.

This motherfucking bastard.

"You killed my father! You kidnapped my sister! What—" You inhale deeply. "What did you do to her!" You hiss, unable to keep your voice from raising as your hands form fists, violent rage bubbling within you. There is a knife hidden underneath your bra and you consider pulling it out and stabbing him.

You can be quick but it wouldn't cause enough damage.

Besides, you need to know if your sister is alive.

"I see you are furious and I understand that feeling." Jihoon begins, throwing one leg on top of another as he links his hands together, leaning back to sit comfortably.

You hate how nonchalant he is about all this.

"Since I'm in a good mood today and my younger brother has asked for a favour after a very long time, I'll answer your questions. Let's begin with your father's death, shall we? My family had a deal with your father. He was to provide us with weapons and artilleries for a year because our usual supplier got murdered earlier that year and we chose him as a temporary replacement. In November of that year, a war broke out between us and the Russians. We went to war with those weapons. Guess what happened?"

You remain silent, staring at him in rage.

"The weapons stopped working. The guns would either jam or misfire. Hundreds of my men died and we lost that war. Your father sold us weapons that were crap. They were a batch of second grade weapons that he had lying around." Jihoon pauses for a second before resting his arms on the table and leaning closer to you. "You know why he did that?''

"Because he had gambled away the initial deposit we gave him. That led to an argument with his manufacturer who said the deal would be on hold. He could neither get the weapons nor cancel the deal with us so like a fucking coward, he sold us those shitty weapons."

"You are lying." You hiss.

"I was hoping you would say that. You see, I don't care whether you believe me or not, ___. You asked for the truth and here it is."

Bullshit.

Lee Jihoon is the master of manipulation, there is no way he is being honest right now.

"Then where is my sister? What did you do with her?"

His eyes darken at your words.

"She is alive. That is all you need to know." His tone is clipped.

You are immediately on your feet, the chair scraping backwards by your sudden motion. "Where is she, you fucking son of a bitch!" You bang your fists on the table, ready to jump on him. His bodyguard starts to come to you but Jihoon raises his hand as a signal for him to stand back.

"Sit down, ___." He remains unbothered. "Wherever she is, she is safe and well."

"Like I believe a word that comes out of your mouth! If she is really alive why won't you tell me!" You scream.

"Because your sister told me not to."

The ground slips away from your feet as your heart starts galloping. "What— what you talking about, you fucking liar!"

Jihoon gets up and walks towards you, fixes the chair back in its place and forces you to sit down by grabbing your shoulders.

"Look, ___. I am doing you the favour of explaining everything which I never do for anyone else. You can either act civil and stop calling me names or I have you escorted out right now." He threatens in your ear, his body leaning against the garden table. Your hands form tight fists in your lap as it takes everything within you to hold yourself back from punching him.

He says, "A word of advice for you, don't believe everything you see. Your sister has her demons that she had been hiding for a long time. She had them when we took her and she still has them. When she overcomes all of them, she will come find you."

You are stunned to silence.

"I- I don't believe you. You are making all this up." Your brain is scrambling, trying to fit the pieces together that you seem to have missed.

"Alright then. I'll contact your sister and tell her to write you a letter, maybe even attach some pictures. How about that?"

You remain silent.

Jihoon sighs and sits back down on the chair, before reaching for his phone inside his jacket. Swiping through the device, he finds what he is looking for before turning the screen towards you.

A gasp escapes you as your hands come to cover your mouth. It is a picture of your sister. You recognize her immediately despite the change in her features throughout the years. She sits by a window, a very subtle smile on her lips as she looks at the camera.

You could look at that picture forever but Jihoon takes the phone away, putting it inside his pocket as you blink away the tears from your eyes.

"You are all murderers. You ruined our lives." You whisper, your head hanging low as you stare at the green grass below your feet suddenly overcome with a feeling of helplessness.

Has she really been alive all this time? Has she been well?

"We never said we weren't. Our world abides by some rules and your father was well aware of those rules. His greed got the best of him and in a perfect world, his family wouldn't have suffered for his crime but in our world, that is the rule."

Tears brim in your eyes as you are overwhelmed with distraught.

"Thousands of people in district one had to die for your father's greed. It is only fair that he died. We didn't even make it painful and that is something our men were not blessed with." His tone becomes dark by the end.

"If you still don't believe me, I will mail you some of the investigation reports on that case. But this is as far as I'll entertain you, ___ and this is the last time I wish to see you in my premises unless I call you." Jihoon stands up, putting his hands in his pockets as you keep glaring holes into the ground.

"One final piece of advice, if you aren't serious about my brother, leave him." His words make you look up at him. "Me and Seokmin don't talk to each other anymore but for you, he contacted me after years, leaving behind his pride. He seems to have serious feelings about you. If you don't feel that way about him, leave. You got what you wanted."

Did you? Did you really get what you wanted?

"Goodbye." He puts on his shades and strides out of the garden, his bodyguards trailing after him as you are left alone with your thoughts and the tea which has now gone cold.

You get back into Dokyeom's car in silence. The man does not ask any questions or acknowledge you, mutely starting the car almost as if you are not even here.

You sit still, stuck in a trance as Jihoon's words replay in your mind over and over again. Now, you truly do not know what is the truth and what is the lie as you spiral into a dark pit of hopelessness. Could it truly be that Changkyun and his father lied to you? But why would they do that? Why would Jihoon lie to you either? He has no reason to. He is not afraid of anyone and he has no benefit from lying to you.

Your mind starts to numb from the continuous onslaught of thoughts. When you finally take a break from them and focus on your surroundings, you realize the car has come to a stop. It is parked on a small cliff that overlooks a mountain range far away. Seokmin looks at you expectantly, almost as if he is waiting for you to step out of the car. Without much thought, you do that and he follows you as you both silently tread towards a small bridge nearby. Resting against it, you take in the view for a few minutes, the man next to you doing the same.

"I heard you don't speak to your brother anymore." You decide to speak. It caught you off guard when Jihoon first mentioned it but you have been too preoccupied with other worries to address it. It is making sense to you now as to why you could not find anything at his house.

After a moment, his soft voice floats through the silence. "I used to be really close with my brother. I looked up to him ever since I was a child. In a world as grim as ours, he was a source of hope and a shelter for me." He breathes, his eyes focused ahead, clouded with memories. "It was a given that he was going to be the next don since he was the oldest but he always told me that I'd be a better leader, that I should be prepared to take over if anything were to happen to him. Sometimes, it felt as if he trusted me more than he trusted himself and I didn't want to let him down."

Seokmin comes to a pause as his gaze shifts from staring straight ahead to coming lower and lower, finally stopping at his shoes. With his head hanging low and a dejected posture, he whispers. "Everything changed after that war. Our father died along with so many of our men. The bloodshed was too much for me. I tried to suck it in by telling myself that I will overcome this. I will get used to it but the thing was, I didn't want to. I didn't want to get used to the violence, to the bloodshed, to that life and finally, after killing your father and taking away your sister, I gave up."

There is a heavy pause in the air. Your breath is trapped in your lungs as you watch him, waiting eagerly for his next words, urging him to continue while failing to find your voice.

"That night, I told hyung I was going to leave. I was going to denounce everything. My title, my inheritance, everything. My final gesture of loyalty and love for him was to aid him in killing the man that caused all the mess but my brother...He was...livid. He punched me, yelled at me and finally begged me not to leave. When I still said no he looked at me for a long moment." His breath shudders as he pauses shortly.

"I remember it so vividly. His face went completely blank as he ordered his men to escort me out, not even saying goodbye or looking back. That night I left and I never saw him again until...today. To the members of District 1, it was like the Lee family expanding their territory by having me step into the world of art under a new name. You also thought the same but now, you know the truth."

His eyes finally move as he shifts his position, leaning against the edge of the rail to look at you.

"Our world isn't fair, ___ and you cannot judge our actions based on the laws of the normal world. I do not like bloodshed or violence but I've realised that sometimes it is necessary to keep the balance. Killing your father was such a moment and—" he pauses, his brows furrowing as he looks at you desperately, almost like he's in pain as he searches for the right words.

"I do not regret it. I regret a lot of things but do not regret his death. I'm sorry that you lost your father and I'm sorry that you had a tough life. More than anything else, I'm sorry that you harboured all these negative feelings inside you only to realise that the truth was something else entirely. I'm sorry it had to be like this, ___."

You swallow, blinking to hold back tears. His eyes shine, mirroring yours as you both stare at each other in silence. You want to scream, yell at the top of your lungs that he is lying but you know that if you open your mouth, only sobs will come out. So you opt for watching Seokmin in silence as a gust of cool breeze flows by, messing your hair while you pray that it takes away your despair along with it.

"I'm going to leave you alone now. I'm sure you need some time to process everything. I just wanted to say my part." He whispers, slowly taking steps away. He pauses for a beat on his way to see if you say anything but you keep staring at the sky as if hypnotised. As his footsteps get farther away and the car's engine roars to life, your tears fall, cascading down your cheeks in endless streams.

Sleep doesn't come easily to you that night. With the rise of the sun, you get some shut eye before waking up and lying in your bed for hours, sinking deep into the hollow in your chest that feels like it's devouring you whole. Beside you, your phone rings multiple times with Changkyun's calls but you ignore them, not prepared to face him, not prepared to confront your best friend that he has been lying to you. When the growls of your stomach finally grow too loud for you to tolerate, you get up to eat something.

Inside your large house, you float around like a ghost, the emptiness and coldness of the structure mirroring how you feel on the inside. Your brain is too broken to think yet thoughts overflow, numbing you.

As you eat some cereal you finally decide to check your phone and you see Changkyun's message.

I dropped by your house this morning. You didn't open and you are not picking up.

Come to the seaport when you see this. We need to talk.

Your first reaction is to put your phone face down, ignoring the text. But as time ticks by and you see the afternoon sun going lower and lower in the sky, you change your mind. You need to talk to him. You deserve to know the truth from his mouth. Besides, the sooner you get this over with the better.

Maybe it's finally time to retire to a city by the beach, you think to yourself as you drive to the seaport.

The wind is high and the sun is about to disappear beneath the horizon when you reach the port. Parking your car, you walk along the edge of the platform, letting the cold her blow into your face as you watch the ships nearby get loaded with containers. As you stop to watch the sunset, you soon hear footsteps behind you and years of familiarity let you know it's Changkyun.

Sure enough, a few seconds later he comes to stand next to you.

"I have been trying to reach you all morning."

"Hm."

Your response probably comes unexpected to him as he shifts his position, turning to look at you, eyes intensely boring into you.

A gust of a particularly strong wind flows, disrupting your hair, covering your face with a few strands, almost as if shielding you from his scrutiny.

"Well?" He prods. You remain silent, staring ahead, racking your brain for the right words to start this conversation.

"___, what did that murderer say?" He asks again, his pitch rising.

"Not what I expected to hear." You give in with a sigh, turning your head to look at him in the eye. Changkyun's eyes widen just a fraction, a look of alarm settling on his face.

"I think we were not completely innocent, either." There's a coldness in your voice but he misses it, hissing. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

You tell him how the meeting with Jihoon went before posing the million dollar question. "Is that really the truth, Changkyun?"

With every word leaving your lips, you see his expression change, going from disbelief to betrayal to anger and then, to guilt.

A silence falls as you wait and watch him, holding your breath as his head hangs low, his hair covering his face as he stares at the ground. The remnants of your hope fade away with every passing second.

"Tell me the truth, Kyun! Did my father really gamble away the money?" Your voice is a desperate plea.

"So what if he did!" He scowls at you.

Your whole body freezes as your fears get confirmed. It takes a good moment for you to speak. "Why did you and your father lie to me? You said he was completely innocent, that he did nothing wrong yet got murdered by Ji—"

"For revenge! I lied so that we could take revenge!"

"Revenge for what!" You cry, frustrated. "You and I know very well what the rules are in this world. You would not spare me either if I did to you what my father did!"

"They took your sister, ___. God knows what they did—"

"She's alive." You whisper.

Changkyun's eyes widen, his mouth opening to say something yet failing to do so. He brushes a frustrated hand through his hair, exhaling loudly as he processes the information.

"What is the plan now?" He asks, his voice muted, looking at the ground.

"What do you mean what's the plan!" You cry. "Did you not hear me? There is no plan, Kyun. This is as far as I can go!"

"You do not mean that, ___!" His voice booms, eyes wide with rage. "They killed your father, ruined his empire, ruined every one of our fucking lives! They have your sister locked away for fucks sake!"

You say the words you never thought you would. "My father did not have an empire. What he had was a gambling addiction and a business built on a house of cards." Your voice grows meek, eyes shining with tears of pain and exhaustion. "As for my sister," you take in a deep breath. "Jihoon said he would make her write me a letter. He said she has reasons for hiding but she is safe. I have decided to trust his words for now."

"You—" Changkyun looks at you, baffled. "You are a fucking coward, ___! What about the work we put on all these years? What about us? What about my father? Who's going to avenge him!"

You sigh, rubbing your forehead. Blinking back tears, you try to compose yourself by taking in a deep breath. "I had a harsh wake up call that made me realize that all these years you were lying to me and using me to quench your bloodthirst. Who's going to avenge your father? Maybe you, if you are crazy but not me. His addiction led him astray and he committed suicide. What is there to avenge?"

"___! He ended up like that because the Lees killed your father and ruined our business!" He's like a madman as he steps closer to you, yelling. You yell back, "Just stop it, Changkyun! What do you want me to do, huh? March into Jihoon's house and start firing? Do you know the levels of security that place has? Whatever men we have, he has ten times more and I do not want my team to walk into a suicide mission without any cause. And most importantly, I will not jeopardise the safety of my sister! Jihoon knows her whereabouts and I need him if I want to see my sister again!"

"You... you—" Changkyun has turned red with fury as his words fail him.

You do not like how this conversation is going and your exhaustion makes you take a step back.

"We were carrying their sins with us but I have realised, we don't need to. Our parents...they made their decisions and paid the price for it. Let it end with them, please. I don't want to drag this any more. I am tired, Kyun." You whisper, praying the words to reach him.

Years of hunting and planning the destruction of one man has left you tired to your bones along with a general disdain for the world you have been living in. You were alone all along, chasing a ghost.

It is time to stop.

"No. You are not tired. You are a coward. A brainwashed coward." Changkyun sneers, venom dripping from his eyes.

"If that's what you would like to believe, then so be it." You conclude, not finding the energy to argue with him anymore. Your indifference irks him as he scowls at you, his hands clenched into fists.

You announce. "I am going to retire. You can take over from here on but I suggest you look into doing something new. Our business—"

"Don't you fucking dare give me advice!" His voice booms as he charges towards you. In the blink of an eye, he grabs you by the collars, livid. "Don't utter a single fucking word, you traitor! You fucking liar! You got some dick and decided to switch sides huh!" He seethes, gripping your collars tight and violently shaking you. The headache you already had intensifies but that isn't the thing that's hurting you.

His words hurt. Despite his lies, you considered him your best friend for the past six years. And maybe it's the attachment or the nostalgia of all these years that prevents you from fighting back.

You are done.

You have done enough fighting for a lifetime.

Mean words roll off Changkyun's tongue as he pushes you to the ground in a fit of rage, throwing his legs over your torso as he wraps his arms around your neck.

The next moment there is a click of a gun and you manage to peek over Changkyun's shoulder to find Seokmin standing behind him, pointing a revolver at the back of his head.

Your breath catches in your throat.

What the hell is he doing here?

Changkyun's grip on your throat loosens when he feels the presence behind him as he attempts to turn around. However, Seokmin presses the nozzle of the gun harder into his head, hissing. "Let her go. Now."

"Changkyun, please. Stop." You whisper, finally finding your voice. You do not like the look in Seokmin's eyes, something you've never seen before, something lethal and untamed and paired with the gun in his hand, you do not trust what he might do.

"Speak of the devil." Changkyun scoffs, looking at you, still holding a steady grip on your neck. "The boyfriend is here to save the day."

"Let. Her. Go." Seokmin repeats.

Changkyun looks torn, fury blazing in his eyes while also being aware of the gun being pointed at his head. With a frustrated grunt, he loosens his grip on your throat and you use that fraction of a second to tackle him by grabbing his arms and pinning him to the ground as you come on top. "Stop it, Kyun." Your plea is a whisper that is met with eyes full of wrath.

The next second Seokmin abruptly tugs you behind by your arm as he takes a step forward, becoming a barrier between you and Changkyun. The gun is still in his hand, pointing towards your friend.

"Seokmin put the gun down. It's fine." You try to step forward and pry the weapon out of his hand but he doesn't let you, holding you behind protectively with an arm outstretched.

"You may trust him, but I don't," Seokmin replies, eyes fiercely trained on Changkyun who has sat up. His eyes are equally furious with an underlying hint of challenge, as if he's daring Seokmin to shoot.

And he just might.

"For fucks sake, both of you! Enough!" You holler, clutching onto Seokmin to drag him further away from Changkyun who slowly stands up and brushes the dust off of him before looking at you with a deathly stare. Seokmin's grip on your arm tightens, the gun still in his hand but not pointed at him now.

You can almost physically feel the air thicken with tension.

"Don't try to contact me, ___. If I see your face ever again, there will be a bullet hole between your eyes." Changkyun grits out, sparing one last look of scorn at you before marching away.

With the kaleidoscope of colours of the dusk sky, you watch your best friend of years walk away, experiencing heartbreak and a weird relief at the same time.

Silence settles with the sun dipping below the horizon. Seokmin let's go of you, putting some distance between your bodies. Your eyes meet his as you exchange a silent look full of turbulent emotions.

Emotions you can't quite name yet feel overwhelmed with.

"How did you find me?" Your soft inquiry breaks the silence. He removes his gaze from you and looks at the ground. "Went to your place this afternoon. As I was pulling up I saw your car leave and I just...followed you."

"Why?"

"I... don't know. My gut told me I should." He replies calmly.

You sigh as another beat of silence fills the air. The sky is now fully dark, spread wide with different shades of purple. The wind has gotten significantly colder and you feel like if you stay out too long, it will settle into your bones.

Like the echoing coldness in your heart.

"You should not have interrupted. I was dealing with him."

Seokmin frowns. "Dealing with him? By lying still and letting him choke you?"

"Like I said—"

"Forget that,'' Seokmin interrupts you with a huff. "I went to your place because I had to tell you something." You look at him inquisitively as he fishes out something from the breast pocket of his trench coat.

Extending his hand towards yours, he pushes something into your palm.

A ticket.

"What is this?" You find yourself asking.

"Remember how you said you wanted to go to a place by the sea." He begins, his voice soft like his gaze. "Well, this is it. Now that everything is over, you can go and live by the beach. This cruise leaves tomorrow afternoon. It'll take a few days to reach Barcelona."

You look at the little piece of paper in your hand, letting his words wash over you.

"Think of this as an apology for everything. For what me and my family put you through." He adds when you don't reply.

"I see." Your voice is almost inaudible.

Seokmin says nothing for a few moments, as if waiting for you to speak but when you don't, he continues. "I am going as well. To Barcelona, I mean."

You move his gaze to him and blink inquisitively.

"I felt like taking a break after everything. I haven't been on a vacation for a very long time. I, too, wanted to see the ocean. When I got tickets, I thought I'd get one for you. We don't have to go together or see each other if you decide to go, that is..." He trails off.

You gaze at him for a while, memorising his features. Swallowing a sudden lump in your throat, you force a smile and give him a shaky nod.

"Well, then. I'll get going." He takes a few steps back, rubbing his palms together.

"Bye."

"If you don't come tomorrow, this is goodbye, no?" He asks as he continues to take small steps away from you, still facing you.

"I guess so." You reply. He stops and takes a long look at you before saying. "It was really nice knowing you, ___. Despite our history, despite the short time, I don't regret meeting you and... loving you." The last two words fade into a whisper, making you doubt if he even said them.

You don't get a chance to reply. You don't even get a chance to wholly process his words before he gives a wave, a small smile on his face before jogging away.

You stay rooted to your spot.

I don't regret meeting you and loving you.

The sun is shining stronger than any other afternoon when you step out of the taxi with nothing but a small bag pack on your shoulders. Receiving the boarding pass, you walk into the deck which is now empty because the ship is set to leave in just five minutes.

It is not fully empty, however, because one person stands, looking anxious, his eyes skirting around wildly.

When his eyes land on you, a smile of relief seems to appear on his face, triggering the corners of your lips to rise slightly as well. In silence, you walk to him.

"You came." His voice sounds glad but also as if he is trying to school his excitement.

"Did not want to waste a free ticket." You shrug, looking away.

Seokmin nods. "Right. Well, you are just on time."

"I know." There's a pause for a second as he looks like he wants to say something. A staff gives out the final boarding call which makes you continue your way into the cruise, followed by Seokmin.

Once you are boarded, you walk towards the front of the vessel, glad that it is not too crowded. The whistle of the cruise booming in the air signals the start of its journey as the sunlight and the warm breeze kiss your face.

"I'm glad you decided to come," Seokmin says, making you turn around to look at him. In the soft glow of the sun and the wind playing with his hair, he looks breathtaking.

After a moment, you whisper. "Me too."

Giving you a nod and a friendly smile, he walks away with his suitcase into the upper deck and out of sight while you stand and watch him go, the sun warming your skin.

1 month later

The evening air has a slight chill, not uncomfortable but just pleasant. You walk barefoot on the sand, hands crossed over your chest as your feet carry you down the edge of the ocean with practised ease. Around you, people enjoy the beach after a hectic day, children playing around laughing, parents taking videos, friends flying kites, couples walking hand in hand. The sound of the waves crashing to the shore along with the remnants of orange hues in the sky sets up a wonderful atmosphere, which, after almost a month, you have become used to but certainly not bored of.

You have never felt so much at peace.

This getaway was truly what you needed as you learned to spend time by yourself, alone with your thoughts, isolated from the world yet watching it pass by. It has been a palliative experience so far. You came to terms with your life, your past, your actions and your feelings for a certain individual.

Just one day into your getaway, a letter was brought to your room by a hotel staff and upon opening it, you realised Jihoon kept his promise.

It was a handwritten letter from your sister, along with a picture of her, sitting next to a large painting that she created. She looks different, not how you remember her, a different glow on her face that you did not remember because she was almost always melancholic.

You now feel a little guilty because you never asked her why.

Dear ____.

It has been a long while, no? I am sorry for being out of touch. It is unforgivable, I know but I finally found the courage to write to you after you came to visit Jihoon. When we were first separated something was chasing me that made me want to run away from everything. I put off connecting to you for your own good when I heard you were living with Changkyun and his father and just like that, years had passed. I occasionally looked into your whereabouts and I knew you were doing fine but I never found it in me to get rid of the guilt and just write to you.

I tried hard not to show it but life was not so kind to me before the last six years and getting taken away from our dad was probably the best thing for me.

It is a story for another day and there are still demons that I need to defeat. After that I will come to see you and ask for forgiveness. Until then, live well and rest easy knowing that I have been doing better for the past few years.

Your sister.

Reading the letter was bittersweet, the first emotion invoked within you was hurt and longing as you shed a few tears seeing your sister's picture, mused about the old days and wondered what she went through all by herself.

Initially, you had thought of writing back a reply but you decided against it because the words you wish to utter can not be confined within a paper. Instead, you sent out a prayer to the universe, hoping you would get to meet her sometime soon.

From a distance, someone calls out your name, calling your attention back to the present and you turn instinctively to find Seokmin jogging towards you through the sand, two cones of ice creams in his hands. A smile appears on your lips as you take a few steps towards him, reaching your arms out. Wrapping him in a soft hug, you plant a sweet kiss on his lips before taking an ice cream from his hand and reaching for the other as well.

"Both of these are for me right?"

The poor man looks conflicted. "Well, uhm, no but if you want you can have them."

You snort a burst of laughter. "You can have it, Min. Maybe save a bite for me."

Hand in hand, you two walk a little closer to the shore and sit down, letting the flow of the waves occasionally touch your feet.

Your relationship with Seokmin developed surprisingly but quickly after coming to Barcelona. Initially, you did not expect anything, too overridden with the guilt of your tricks and the history of your families to make any attempt to talk to him. Two weeks went by as you did not see each other, except for occasionally bumping into each other at the beach or the hotel lobby because as fate would have it, you two shared the same hotel. It was hard and uncomfortable, pretending not to see him when you ran into him and it would make you wonder if he felt the same.

It all changed one night when you were returning to the hotel after dinner and some drinks. Tipsy and wobbly, you focused extra hard to not bump into anyone as you made your way into the lobby of the hotel.

And there you bumped into him, quite literally.

"Hey there, easy," The man's hands hold your shoulders to stop you from falling on your ass. You look up and find Seokmin. Thinking that you are seeing things, you blink two more times before coming to terms with the fact that it was indeed Seokmin in front of you.

"Someone had a lot to drink," He says as you try to regain your balance. "Can you go to your room by yourself? Should I come with you?"

With a huff, you push him away, trying to appear independent as you take wobbly steps. Seokmin decides to escort you, as he follows closely behind all the way, one hand outstretched, ready to catch you in case you fall.

When you reach your room, Seokmin assists you in unlocking the door. Once the job is done successfully, you pause in the entryway to look back at him. He stands there, somewhat awkward and you consider whether to shut the door on his face or ask him to come in. Neither of them sounds like a good idea but still, you kick the door to open it a little wider and murmur as you walk in, "Come in, if you want."

You don't look behind as you head for the small fridge to retrieve a water bottle and chug it down. Seokmin steps in, a bit hesitant, closing the door behind him. You take a seat on the edge of your bed as Seokmin gingerly sits down on the couch placed in front.

A small moment of silence passes by as you two observe each other. He is dressed in running gear and judging from the pristine condition of his hair, you assume that he was on his way for a late night jog.

"We keep bumping into each other," Seokmin tries to break the silence. You nod, "Must be fate." You are not quite sure if you said those words genuinely or sarcastically. Seokmin does not reply, probably thinking that you are being sarcastic.

You find yourself asking, "How have you been?"

"Good."

"How long do you plan to stay here?"

"A couple more weeks maybe."

"Are you having fun?''

"Yes."

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

He takes a moment before replying, "Not really. I'm more worried if I am making you uncomfortable."

"Hm," you hum and with that, the conversation dies down. You have a lot to say on your mind but your mind is not in its top condition right now as you have had a few drinks, which makes it a bit harder to arrange your thoughts and address them accordingly.

"I should get going, I suppose," Seokmin says, rubbing his palms on his thighs.

"Wait," the words slip out of your mouth in urgency and you are not even sure why you are telling him so.

The man blinks at you.

"I—" You don't know what you wish to say. "I guess I just wanted to say...I'm sorry."

Seokmin appears a little surprised hearing you say that as he sits up straighter. You huff out a long breath, looking down at the empty water bottle in your hand. "What I'm trying to say is that...I am sorry that I played with your feelings. I- I am sorry for using you. You are a nice person, professor."

You calling him by his old title makes him smile as he says. "I just realized I missed you calling me by that name."

"Professor?"

"Yes, ___?"

A small smile appears on your face as well as you bite your lip to stifle it.

"___?" Seokmin's soft voice makes you look at him. He looks unsure but also hopeful. "Hypothetically, if I told you that I still miss you and that I still long for you, what would you say?"

"Your breath stalls as you watch him, wide eyed. There is a sudden lump in your throat that makes it impossible for you to speak. You are scared you might start crying if you do so. Still, you breathe, "Hypothetically, I would say that I feel the same too.''

"And would it be a lie this time, my beautiful liar?"

You swallow as you watch him take slow steps towards you. When he stands right in front of you, his hands gently cup your cheeks, carefully tilting your head upwards so that you can meet his eyes. They shine with emotions unsaid, just like yours and the look on his face makes your heart soar, makes you forget everything, makes you want to be selfish.

"No," you whisper.

You get to see the slightest tilt of his lips to a smile as he leans down and presses his lips to yours, softly at first before you eagerly chase his lips and he reciprocates, moving the hair away from your face and holding your neck with one hand and stroking your cheek with the other.

The kiss is full of passion but also slow and sweet, an addictive combination that tells you that you are done for. With another kiss on your forehead, Seokmin lets go, stepping away from you.

"Will I see you tomorrow morning or will you declare this as a drunk mistake and start hiding from me?" He asks cheekily.

You can't help a smile. "I will expect you to pick me up at 9 am sharp. We will have breakfast together."

You will take it slow this time.

"Whatever you wish," He flashes his beautiful smile, heading for the door. As he is about to close it behind him, he turns his head around. "Goodnight, ___. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Seokmin."

Fast forward a couple of weeks later, you two moved out of the hotel and instead rented a small villa near the coast for an indefinite amount of time. You have no plans of going back home but you know that Seokmin's nature of work will require him to leave sometimes which you are fine with.

"So, I got an invitation to a seminar in London." Seokmins words jolt you out of the thoughts running in your head. "I don't think they are going to accept a no." He adds sadly.

"You don't have to say no." You reply. "Just go and attend it. Share your expertise with the world."

"Mhmm," he hums, looking at you in a contemplating gaze. "Would you consider coming with me?"

You blink. "Well..."

"It's a one-day seminar. We can stay a couple of days more and look around the city. It would be fun, I think."

You consider his words. It would be fun, actually.

You have no reason to hold yourself back from having new experiences now. You have punished yourself enough.

"It's a good idea." You reply with a soft smile that makes your boyfriend grin as he puts his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling your body closer to him. You let your head fall on his shoulder as you watch the sky grow dark.

No more lies now, it's just peace.

Your story that began with lies painted in red will end in red too, but this time the red will paint love.

A/N: Thanks for reading it till the end! I would like to apologize for the delay as this was supposed to be posted two weeks earlier but yk, life happened. The other two stories of this series are in the making but the next story will not be out before May. Also, I am planning on making a standalone for Jihoon's story which will not exactly be a part of this series but it's in the same timeline. It will be posted after all the stories of this series are completed. Anyways, stay safe and toodles!

Also, please leave a comment and reblog! It really motivates me to create more!

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You Were Always Mine

Pairing: Im Changkyun x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: ex!changkyun, unprotected sex, creampie, impregnation kink, oral (male receiving), public sex

Rating: R

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: The two of them always had a game of cat and mouse. She was the mouse, and he was the cat. The cat never lets their pray get away.

Masterlist | Tags: @beautifulworldandmore @kyunnielove @iamkyunie @doveslittlekpoparchive @dessianna1

It only took three seconds after the clock on her phone hit 8:30 for him to walk in. It always felt like clockwork, and she felt like she knew him better than anyone. Her eyes were glued to his movements. How he stood at the bar entrance — not a single care in the world — showed that he was blocking excited patrons from entering. He had a goal in mind.

She was far too exhausted tonight to mingle in the crowd to run from his browsing eyes. She knew what his game plan was. After all, his messages on her phone swarmed like flies, ranging from passive-aggressive to downright semi-nude. He was a good fuck; she had to give him that much. But she knows that if she kept feeding him more and more, there would be no real reason to call him her ex.

But here she was, unmoving from the bar stool directly across the bar entrance. Her lips wrapped around the rim of her martini. She could always pick a different bar. She knew she should, but then that silly game of cat and mouse would continue. While it was fun, she had to admit his dick was always just too good to run from.

Whether it was fucking her or just in her mouth, why would she run from that?

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes, thankful the club music was just a bit too loud for the drunken girl beside her to notice. She should have known better than to dare to sit here. Was misinformation her ally or foe here? She could only imagine what ridiculous stunt he was going to pull next. His ideology seemed to be “bigger, bolder, more daring,” which drew her to him in the first place.

She allowed her arm to fall, each finger trailing down the stem of her glass, carefully spinning it around the coaster. A slight smirk grew on her face. She so enjoyed playing the role of the irresistible bait, as much as she hated to admit that much out loud. His predatory instincts made him even more appealing, his brown eyes often a shade darker in his approach, or perhaps it was the drink washing her worries away, clouds blurring her better judgment.

Should she leave, making herself out to be the elusive prey yet again? Or should she stay and match his boldness with her own? Tease, bait, invite - it was all just a dance she enjoyed too much. Each step, each swirl, was addictive and exhilarating. And each little private victory gave her the satisfaction, the validation she constantly sought.

Yet, she never considered herself the victim. No, her heart didn’t stand a chance in this battle of the sexes. Instead, she amused herself by laughing, both at her lack of restraint and at the nature of man, ever persistent in his pursuits. She realized that the line between attraction and addiction was easily blurred under the glimmer of the club’s neon lights.

Her eyes flicked up, and there he was, flashing his characteristic smirk the moment his eyes finally met her own, ready to play another round of their dangerously addictive game. She showed no such emotions back. Instead, she stood up from the bar, her eyes meeting his own once more before she snuck away.

In one swift motion, she managed her escape, mingling swiftly with the crowd, her sleek figure disappearing amongst the jubilant mass. Yet, her eyes never left his figure, her heart pounding in anticipation of the thrill that was to come. The club’s neon lights play a kaleidoscope on the glossy floor leading the path to her sanctuary - the girls’ bathroom.

Despite the loud club music drowning out any particulars, he could still sense her fleeting figure like a predator in tune with its prey. As interested spectators made space for him, he pursued, the constant smirk playing on his face, witnessing his confidence.

She slipped into the girls’ bathroom through the crowd, the feminine echo of laughter and chatter creating the perfect shield for her. Much like a safe haven, she sought refuge in its familiar tiles, the fluorescent lights glaring in sharp contrast to the club’s ambient neon.

Yet in the game of cat and mouse, they played, sanctuary was momentary. She knew he would wait for her to leave the bathroom. She watched as the drunken girls giggled their way out of the bathroom, and she was met with silence. Even in the comforting silence of the bathroom, she could discern the faint musings of the music that struggled to seep in - the bass of the clubs’ anthem pulsating in sync with her heartbeat. Her reflection stared back, eyes revealing a wild exhilaration that she was all too familiar with. The flickering neon light of the bathroom danced on her face, painting a beautiful paradox of vulnerability and intent.

Just as she was about to collect herself, the silence was broken by an uncalled disturbance. The metallic barrier that demarcated her sanctuary had been breached. A figure had entered, his silhouette speaking volumes of the audacity she had grown to enjoy. The trademark smirk, beautifully lit under the urban neon, revolted against the defined norms, entering the feminine haven that was the ladies restroom.

She watched as he locked the door behind him and leaned against him. His eyes never left her own, staring her down with pointed daggers ready to strike and cut if and when he could.

“This is the lady’s restroom, Changkyun.” She was the first to speak, leaning against the marble sink to keep herself up. The game of cat and mouse was about to end. Changkyun looked far too hungry to wait another moment.

“You enjoy this little game of ours, don’t you?” His voice was hoarse, his eyes darkened as he stayed unmoving. She watched as his eyes traveled over her body, then a groan left his lips. “You… you drive me fucking insane, Y/N. I can’t get enough of you. I want you all the time. It drives me fucking insane. I can’t even think about fucking someone else when I know I can just find you and just make you mine again. How much do you miss me?”

She watched as he pushed himself away from the door and slowly stalked towards her. His movements were slow but full of purpose and precision. He wanted to scare her and let her know that her running had consequences. His kind act was just a front for her to cave.

And she knew she would.

Her breath hitched when he stopped in front of her. His familiar scent filled her space way too quickly. His warm hand cupping her cheek was just the beginning, and she knew far too well what would unravel next.

“I missed you, baby. How much did you miss my cock, baby girl? I bet you missed choking on it,” He murmured, his fingers tracing her jawline almost affectionately. His voice was a husky whisper, so intimate in the hollow silence of the restroom. Yet, it held an undercurrent of dominance she was familiar with.

“No, I didn’t,” she retorted, voice steady despite her heart hammering against her ribcage. It was a lie, of course. It was all she ever thought about. Her witty response was her defense, a mesh of defiance wrapped around a soft core. She met his heated gaze, an open challenge, unyielding and defiant, resisting the fear that threatened to shake her nerve.

Yet deep down, she knew Changkyun had a way of teasing out her vulnerabilities. His brand of seduction was potent, a battle of wills in their dangerously addictive game of seduction and dominance.

His smirk grew at her response. It appeared almost predatory. He was aware of his effect on her, the tingle of anticipation he could evoke. Yet, he was wholly unprepared for the resistance she displayed.

“Oh really, baby?” His dark eyes gleamed under the fluorescent lights of the restroom, echoing his provocative sentiment. “You started this game… but remember, I play to win. Your lies won’t work on me.”

The tension between them was palpable, volatile, and invigorating. She watched as his soft expression changed. His gaze darkened, the softness replaced by a predatory gleam that quickened her pulse. The physical shift in his demeanor could have been attributed to the adrenaline pumping through them both. Still, she knew it was more than that. He tested her limits, challenging her as an opponent in this twisted game.

“On your knees, Y/N.” he commanded, the tone of his voice starkly contrasting with the tender caress that still lingered on her face. The words echoed around the vacant room, each syllable slicing through the thick tension hanging in the air.

Trapped by his magnetic gaze, she felt the words reverberate through her core. The audacious demand was invigorating. She looked up at him, her features calm amidst the storm. Here was the crucial turning point of their game - his bold demand met by her open defiance or willing submission. They both knew well this was no longer about power but about control. The bathroom’s fluorescent lights witness their complicated dance of seduction and resistance.

“Changkyun, we’re in the bathroom. A public bathroom.” She tried, but she knew her efforts were to be in vain. His dark expression remained unchanging. She knew his mind was set in stone.

“That didn’t matter whenever I would finger fuck you at dinner with the boys, now did it? Or may I remind you when I fucked you so hard in an alleyway I had to force you from screaming and drawing attention to us.” His retort hung heavy in the air, reminders of their previous dalliances now fuel to the fire.

Her blush was visible in contrast to her otherwise steady face, the memories he draped into words causing a familiar stir. Changkyun had the knack for commanding control, for bending the norms and creating an element of the forbidden in the most mundane.

“This time is different,” she said, maintaining her defiant gaze, an attempt to reign in the control she once had. A weak protest, it was more of a plea than an assertion. But by now, they both knew he had set the confines of this game.

“Is it, now?” He returned, a mischievous side-smile accentuating his smug satisfaction. “As far as I remember, our little games never had any boundaries.” His words were a challenge, daring her, making her question her own reservations.

“That was when we were together, Changkyun.” She shot back, knowing that her attempts would be futile.

“Who said we broke up? Baby, I don’t fuck anyone else but you. You’re still mine. All fucking mine,” He grit, his eyes a dark shade of brown. She shuffled where she stood, entrapped by his hands, pinning her between the sink and his body. “So, get on your fucking knees, Y/N, and suck my cock like a good girl. I have so much cum to give you.”

Reluctantly, or so it seemed, she complied with his demand. Lowering herself until the cold ceramic tiles were beneath her knees, she allowed herself to look up at him, a picture of mischief and provocation etched on her face. The scenario felt dangerously intoxicating, their reckless game wrapped in anticipation and cloaked by the silence of the restroom.

“You know, Changkyun,” she began, hands lightly resting on his thighs, her voice soft yet playfully taunting. “Even when I’m on my knees, I’m still the one in control.”

With the fluorescent lights casting harsh shadows around them, she watched as his eyes never left hers. Now smirking, he tilted his head to the side, teasing her with his smirk.

“Let’s see about that.”

With a coy smile dancing on her lips, her fingers started their sinful journey up his muscular thighs. Her touch was feather-light yet powerful enough to make him shiver in anticipation. His breath hitched as he reveled in the seductive spectacle unfolding before him.

She met his gaze, her eyes swirling with a lustful cocktail of daring and desire. Lowering her head, she gingerly kissed the growing bulge in his trousers, her smirk never leaving her face, her eyes never breaking contact with his. The silence between them was thick with anticipation as she skillfully unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

Changkyun’s breath hitched as she delicately wrapped her fingers around his pulsating length, her touch bringing about an electrifying sensation that sent jolts of pleasure up his spine. She moved her hand up and down, evoking a raw groan from him that echoed in the room.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He groaned, his eyes trailing her movement. “My cock missed you and that filthy mouth of yours.”

The sight of him teetering on the edge, his face contorted with pleasure, was euphoric. It was her wicked game, and Changkyun was an eager participant. As she slowly lowered her head toward his trembling length, her eyes flicked upwards, catching his, a spark of victory igniting in her eyes.

She enveloped him with her lips, her tongue swirling around him in decadent exploration, savoring his taste. Changkyun’s grip tightened on the arms of the chair, his knuckles whitening at the acute pleasure ripping through his body.

Her actions became rhythmic, a sinful dance of her mouth on his length that had him gasping for breath, his fingers threading through her hair in a desperate effort to keep her close. The intensity escalated until he was a quaking mess beneath her.

“Shit, just like that baby girl.” His fingers curling in her hair, he gently but firmly redirected her movements, guiding her along his throbbing length. “Mmm, fuck. You take my cock so well. I knew you missed it.”

With each tantalizing swirl of her tongue, each decadent enfoldment of her lips around him, Changkyun found himself battling the convulsive waves of pleasure that threatened to prematurely bring him to his peak. He resisted the urge to close his eyes, preferring to feast on the sinful visual of her lips moving rhythmically on his arousal.

Her hooded eyes were locked onto his, holding an alluring blend of domination and submission. The delicious anticipation of her exploring his sensitive areas made him bite his lip, a husky groan emanating deep from his chest. The raw and animalistic sound-induced an irresistible vibration that traveled up his length, amplifying the pleasure.

The moist warmth of her mouth and the softness of her lips quickly drove him toward the height of his release. He could feel his resolve crumbling under the onslaught of her wicked expertise. He quickened his pace, gripping her lush hair more tautly as his body stiffened.

His pulse roared in his ears, his climax imminent. A guttural growl rumbled from his chest, warning her of his impending release. With a growing pride, she increased her pace, taking him deeper, refusing to break eye contact.

The sensations were too much. A strangled cry broke from his lips as his orgasm thundered through him, hot and potent, his body convulsing in waves of ultimate satisfaction. She did not break her rhythm until she had drained every last drop from him, swallowing his warm release with a provocative air of triumph.

Her sultry gaze and sensual smile curving her lips suggestively confirmed her control over his pleasure was absolute. His legs nearly gave out beneath him, but the victorious glow in her eyes was a sight he wouldn’t trade for anything else. Changkyun was indeed a willing captive in this lascivious game.

Catching his breath, he reacted swiftly, all prior tenderness replaced by a raw, primal desire. With a surge of strength, he pulled her up, his grip firm on her arms as he pivoted her to face the mirror. His smoky reflection locked gazes with her surprised one.

Forcefully, with little ceremony, he hoisted the hem of her dress, tugging it up until the fabric bunched around her waist. Her gasp was swallowed by the silence of the restroom as the cold air brushed against her bare skin. She clutched the edge of the sink basin, anticipation and a touch of apprehension igniting a flush in her cheeks.

“Look at us,” he murmured huskily, his fingers tracing electrifying paths on her thighs. “This is what control looks like.”

With the fluorescent lights casting a cruel, explicit glare on their reflections, the provocative reality of their position struck her. Yet, the intoxicating thrill that coursed through her veins at this lewd spectacle overpowered any semblance of regret or embarrassment. She was as much a part of this dangerous game as he was.

“I’m going to fuck you so good tonight Y/N. Everyone is going to hear you screaming my name. Shit, I might just put a baby in you.” He chuckled darkly, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Wearing my favorite underwear tonight, too. Did you give up on our game? Did you just want me to fuck you instead of running from me, princess?”

Changkyun nudged her underwear to the side with a swift and audacious motion. As his fingers danced provocatively at her edge, a sharp intake of breath hitched in her throat.

“Fuck you.” she managed to retort, her voice but a sultry whisper drowned in the ambiance of the echoing restroom.

His responding grin mirrored devilishly in the reflection, was her only warning before he claimed her defiantly. Their gasps echoed in unison, bouncing off the cold tiles, amplifying the intoxicating symphony of their game.

A plethora of sensations rummaged through her – from his roughened fingers leaving their memory on her skin, his breath falling erratically on her nape, to the decadent intimacy of his intrusion. Barely clutching onto the edge of the sink basin, she cursed under her breath, bucking instinctively as he thrust into her without warning.

He took her breath away, every maddening thrust deeply etched onto the canvas of her memory. Unraveling under his touch and pace, she was yet not entirely defeated. Turning her head slightly, she locked eyes with him in the mirror - a silent, sensual challenge reflecting in her eyes, never backing down from their addictive, reckless game.

“Shit-“She cried out, surprised at his forcefulness.

“What is it?” He grunted as his eyes met hers through the mirror. “You’re already fucking soaked. There was no need for foreplay.”

As the thriving tension in the restroom escalated, the one thing clear beneath the spell of the fluorescent lights was this: their dangerous game had just been taken up a notch, and neither of them was ready to lose control. Neither of them wanted to lose.

“Does it feel good?” he husked in her ear, pushing her body against the cool sink. Changkyun’s heated gaze met hers in the reflection once more, the lust burning in them enough to make the room feel like it was on fire. She whimpered in response, her body betraying her with a fierce shudder of ecstasy. The way he filled her so completely was almost too much to bear.

The primal connection between their bodies was amplified in the silence. The need that bound them together was raw, elemental, shattering the last vestiges of their restraint.

“Changkyun,” she gasped out, her voice filled with raw desire as she dug her fingers into his forearm. “Fuck…”

Her reaction drew out a throaty groan from him, some of his control slipping at the sound of his name coming out so sweetly from her lips. His pace quickened, the primal rhythm of their bodies blending into a symphony of sinful pleasure. Each deep thrust had her craving more, her body twisting and bucking in sync with his savage rhythm.

The sharp sting of her nails digging into her own fisted skin and her cries for more further fueled his desire. He caught her neck firmly, pulling her so that her back was against his chest, eliciting a choked gasp that sent tremors running down his length. Changkyun could feel her reaching her climax, and he pushed her towards the edge, provoking whimpers that escalated into throaty cries of his name.

Her release rippled around him, her body clenching and contracting in waves around his throbbing length. Sensing her sweet downfall, Changkyun followed suit; his body stiffened as his climax hit, spilling hotly inside her with a guttural groan. Her name fell from his lips as a reverent whisper, their shared pleasure echoing through the dark room.

In the end, they were both breathless, their bodies still locked together amidst the remnants of spent desire. His forehead rested against her back while she clung to the sink, her body trembling softly beneath him. As he pressed gentle kisses on her sweat-laced shoulder, Changkyun knew he had lost, lost himself entirely to the woman staining his every thought with her intoxicating presence. He couldn’t care less.

“All fucking mine,” he said, finally breaking the silence. He withdrew slowly from her, shuddering slightly at the loss of warmth. “Look at my cum dripping out of your greedy hole.”

His words caused her to shiver. She felt his cum leaking down her leg, leaving her to feel emptier than before. His audacious remark resonated in the silent room, part warning, part claim. She glanced down past their intermingled bodies, alive with the aftermath of their reckless abandon. The telltale evidence adorned her thighs, starkly contrasting her flushed skin. Heat pooled within her at the salacious sight, a realization of their actions reverberating through her.

“No more running, Y/N. You are mine.”

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god dammit i like it (M) | changkyun

➛pairing: Im Changkyun (I.M.) x reader ➛genre: card shark/gambling Changkyun, cocktail server reader, poker!AU, hurt/comfort, smut, angst, fluff (in that order). ➛word count: 9005 (oof) ➛rating: M ➛warnings: excessive alcohol use, cursing, dirty talk, very very soft femdomme energy, oral sex (female and male receiving), changkyun begging, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, very brief mentions of blood, more soft clown changkyun. ➛summary: One last game, he tells himself. Just one last game, and he'll have enough money to take care of you the way you deserve, to show you how much you mean to him, to give you the life that you want... as long as he doesn't get caught. ➛notes: My second time writing Changkyun and as always, it's for the one and only @taetaesbaebaepsae. She had commissioned me (back when I still did those) to write something based on the God Damn MV, and then patiently waited for me to get my life together. I thoroughly enjoy creating new ways to hurt you with your ult bias, so I hope you enjoy this one! I did edit this one, but just barely, so please be gentle with me. Let me know what you think! ➛song: God Damn - I.M | Habits (Stay High) - Tove Lo (Hippie Sabotage Remix) ➛tagging: @taetaesbaebaepsae @lvupmushroom @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife - thank you for letting me use your likeness for this, and for looking it over to make sure it would truly hurt Kristy's feelings. Teamwork makes the dreamwork, bbs.

He’s an idiot, but you already knew that.

The alcohol in his gut sloshes as he moves to stand, his glass painfully empty. Changkyun stumbles towards the bar, the thrumming in his head keeping pace with the bass thumping through the speakers of the club.

His eyes are glassy, faraway when he reaches his destination, the cup fumbling out of his grasp as he indicates to the bartender he wants another. The bartender looks him over, seemingly debating on following through with the request, but he turns to grab the bottle of whisky regardless.

Changkyun hates it. Hates that he’s so drunk, that you’re not here, that the guy serving him thinks he’s a mess. He knows he’s an idiot, that he should stop. Put down the glass and pick up his phone. That he should just call you and tell you he’s sorry for being such a moron all the time, and that he’ll listen to you from now on. That he does love you, and wants to take care of you, and he can fucking prove it, if you’ll let him.

But then he recalls the look in your eyes when you caught him – the disappointment, the pain – and he reaches for his now refilled glass, taking a swig before facing back towards the club.

He doesn’t deserve it – doesn’t deserve you, to provide for you, to do any of it. Not when he’s such a jealous asshole, not when he’s such a fuck up. You deserve the world. Someone who can really give you what you need.

Fuck, he wants to be that. There’s some moments when things are good, when you’re tucked into his arms in bed, sleeping softly beside him that he thinks he might be that – someone who can provide, be reliable, strong. But then he remembers your fights; his words of jealousy and anger, his avoidant nonchalant fake ass attitude, his fragile little ego shattering with a flick of your eyebrow and a sharp word.

So he leaves his phone in his pocket, instead slinking back towards his booth before dropping into it. It was easy to ignore his friends’ questions, to insist that he was fine, to pretend to be more interested in the tray of shots being dropped off at the table. He accepted the small glass, slamming it down before he could think about the burn, about the empty churning in his stomach.

It was easy to ignore his friends, but damn, Changkyun was tired of pretending he wasn’t fucking exhausted of trying to be okay without you.

It had always been push and pull with him.

From the minute Changkyun had walked into Yvonne’s, the lounge where you worked, you could feel the snap of electricity, the buzz of magnetism that pulled you to him. He would’ve stood out from his clothing alone; his lithe form draped in a bright red perfectly cut suit, shirtless under the vest to show off his tanned, broad chest. The combination of cut and color was lethal on him and he knew it, his dark hair swept back to allow the full potency of his sharp gaze. The group of men he was with were also impeccably dressed and attractive, but there was something about him that had your eyes following him, unable to look away.

Luckily for you, he had seemed to feel the same way.

His friends had gone to sit at the Baccarat table in Kat’s section, but he had stayed behind, noting which tables your body was sliding between as you delivered drinks before he made his selection at the blackjack table at the end of your section.

He couldn’t keep his gaze off of you, ordering more drinks than he was actually playing cards you were certain, but you weren’t going to stop a paying customer. The table he was at was pretty low stakes overall; the crowd was a bunch of casual players, but he had enough money to keep up with the table, so they were willing to ignore his flirting.

You were also trying to ignore it, playing into him enough to ensure your tip would be secure, but also knowing that this was likely all just fun for the rudely handsome stranger. And if there is one thing you enjoy doing, it’s having a little fun – especially while at work.

But there was something in the way he looked at you, the way that he spoke to you, that had you hanging on a bit more than you’d care to admit. You wanted to tell yourself it was just the fact that he looked like that in that suit – that his tattoos and cocky smirk on top of it all was just too much for you – but you knew it was more than that.

It was when you were dropping off his umpteenth cocktail that he finally made a move, his tattooed hand wrapping around your wrist to stop you and slide a piece of paper into your palm.

“When do you get off?”

You smirked, trying to ignore the sudden rush of blood in your veins at his skin touching yours. “Why? Who wants to know?”

His face deadpanned, his mouth dropping to a pout, and the juxtaposition of such a cute expression on such a lethal man made you laugh.

“I don’t even know your name,” you clarified, pulling away from his grip and tucking the paper into your apron.

“You could call me whatever you wanted,” he replies, voice low, glare fixed on you, “but others call me Changkyun.”

The same things that had drawn you to him also made you roll your eyes, his cockiness frustrating just as much as it was attractive. He insisted on waiting until you had finished your shift, ensuring that you made it safely to your car before reminding you about the paper tucked into your apron pocket.

“It has my phone number on it so you can text me and let me know what time you want me to pick you up tomorrow.” He had murmured, his face so close to yours that you had forgotten to breathe.

“Pick me up, hmm? Well aren’t we feeling awfully sure of ourselves,” you replied in a shaky breath, hating how much he was affecting you. “What are you picking me up for?”

“I was hoping to take you on a date, but if you have things you need to do - errands, work - that’s fine with me too. Just let me take care of you.”

It was as easy as that, the way he slid into your life. You hadn’t believed the offer, not really, but decided to text him anyway. You had some things to do before your shift, why use your gas when you could waste his?

But Changkyun was effortless, showing up in gray sweats and a black t shirt promptly at the time you requested, ready to chauffeur you all over town. He kept up with your teasing about his sad fuckboy music he was listening to, and let you mess around with his AC without complaint, like he had been doing it for a hundred years.

Maybe that’s how he broke your walls down – acting so nonchalant, while also being dependable, always showing up when and how he said he would, always ready with an easy smile and a light joke.

It could have been days, maybe weeks, but it didn’t take long for you to realize you wouldn’t be able to stay away from him. That you didn’t think you wanted to.

Which was a complete contradiction to what you had told him – that you weren’t interested in anything serious, but if he played his cards right, you could be convinced for an evening of fun. An offer he had declined, telling you that he would wait until you changed your mind and wanted him fully. An answer that had infuriated you to no end, but one that felt inevitable.

It was the 14th or 15th day of hanging out that he finally said the words, putting the feelings out into the space between you. His “I love you” came out rushed, as if the words had pained him, but the flush of his cheeks and shimmering soft eyes had you cracking, reaching for him to smash your mouth into his own.

The kiss was unlike anything you had ever felt; the intense rush of heat nearly choking you when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, seeking entrance. He groaned when you had opened, the feeling of his tongue on yours sending the kiss deeper, starved for each other. He tasted like whisky mixed with the faint hint of gummy bears he was always snacking on, and you were drunk on his mouth, drunk on him. You don’t even remember if you had said the words back, the volatile energy between you now snapped and now your full focus until it was fully satiated.

Changkyun slotted into your life like he had always been there. The familiarity of it soothed you, brought you a deep peace that you didn’t know you needed – but there was the other side of you, the one that had never allowed anyone to get this close, that was terrified of what this would mean. That knew letting someone in also gave them the power to break you.

It was always a push and a pull with him, an intoxicating desire to give in, to let your heart find a home with him – mixed with the fear that eventually, that home would be ripped away.

“Fuck,” Changkyun cursed, and your fingers tangled in the hair at his nape, tugging.

“No marks,” you reminded him, though you would be lying if you said you didn’t love the feel of his mouth at your throat. His tongue was laving at the junction of your skin between neck and collar bone, suckling it between his teeth before soothing it with sloppy kisses.

You had been pressed against the wall of your apartment, him latched to you like a man starving until you had coaxed him down the hall towards your bedroom, letting him push you down onto the bed before resuming his work on your neck.

“Mmm,” he acknowledged, though he didn't stop his ministrations. “I wish I could mark you up, make sure everyone at Yvonne’s knows who you come home to.”

You had let out a breathy giggle, eyes rolling though he couldn’t see it. His silly jealousy over the stares you got while working at the lounge was just that - silly, nothing of merit - and yet, you couldn’t help but play into it just a little bit.

“Oh yeah? Who’s that?” you whispered, using your hand in his hair to guide him to your mouth, only stopping his descent when he was a breath away.

“Don’t play games, sweetheart,” Changkyun leaned forward, nipping at your bottom lip, and your grip deepened. “We both know I’m the only one you’d let stick around this long.”

He was right about that.

Closing the distance, you melted your mouth into his, letting him take control of the kiss for just a moment before you tug at his head once more, dragging him down your body. He complied quickly, pressing small kisses into your flesh as you guided him lower.

“I don’t know,” you breathed, eyes hazy as Changkyun settled between your thighs, a groan leaving his throat when he saw you had forgone any kind of underwear beneath your skirt. “That one guy at table 7 was tipping really well, I bet I could-”

Your words were choked off with a moan as Changkyun dragged his tongue from the bottom of your cunt to your aching clit, giving it a singular swirl with the offending muscle before pulling back.

“What was that?” he asked, but he didn't wait for a reply, not before delving back between your legs. He lapped at your center, taking his time tasting you before he settled up near your clit, sucking it between his lips.

Any retort you had been working on died as he made quick work of you, sucking and licking until you were bucking up into his face, both hands tugging at his hair to hold him in place. He had become pliant beneath you, molding himself just where you needed in order to push you over the edge. Just when you felt like you couldn’t take any more, that you were going to snap, Changkyun slid two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards.

“Please, come for me, sweetheart,” he begged, murmuring against the heat of your flesh. “I want it so bad.”

His words were your undoing, and you find yourself doing exactly as he asked, moaning out his name as he takes you over the edge, his mouth and fingers working you through it in tandem.

You exploded, white bursting behind your eyelids until you were boneless, unable to do anything but ride out your orgasm at the will of the man in front of you. Changkyun made sure to taste every drop of your release, slowly sliding his hand away from you only to quickly replace it with his tongue to lap at you until you were shoving him away.

You wanted to make him feel as good as you did in that moment, wanted to return the favor, so you pushed him off of you and onto his back, switching positions to settle between his legs.

Hands tugging at his boxer briefs, Changkyun complied to your silent request, lifting his hips until you could drag them off. You were quick to palm his erection in your hand and squeeze, relishing in the hiss he rewarded you with, your thighs squeezing together.

“Please,” he groaned, and fuck did he beg so prettily. “I just want to be inside you already, let me be inside you, yeah?”

Teasing the head of his cock with your lips, you hummed, playing as if you were considering his words. The truth was, having a beautiful man like him pleading you for anything was your kryptonite, and you would give him anything he asked for as long as he sounded like that.

Taking a final swipe of your tongue over his sensitive flesh, you gave him a smirk, moving until you straddled him, hovering for just a moment. Grasping his length, you line him up with your dripping cunt, sinking onto him slowly, tortuously.

You may be giving him what he had asked for, but only because you wanted to, because you had deemed it aligned with your desires. Changkyun gave you full control over your pleasure, and you took it greedily.

Once fully seated, you moaned, hips beginning to undulate and swirl against his. Pressing your palms into his chest, you began to work yourself over him, sliding back and forth until you were panting, thighs burning.

His eyes searched yours, waiting for permission before he did anything more than take what you were giving him. “Fuck me, Changkyun,” you gasped, voice teetering into a whine. “Wanna come on your cock.”

Changkyun didn’t need to be told twice, didn’t need any more instruction before he was thrusting up into you, pelvis meeting yours. His hands tugged you down until your chest was flush with his own, his mouth seeking yours and coaxing it into a filthy kiss.

“Fuck, yes, please come on my cock,” he rasped against your lips, his pupils blown as they make contact with yours. His gaze was intense, searing, but you couldn’t look away, didn’t want to. You wanted to be engulfed; consumed by him. “Use me, baby.”

Slamming down onto him, your pace began to turn frantic as he matched you thrust for thrust, each connection against your tender clit sending you further into oblivion.

“You feel so good, Kyun,” you praised him, adjusting until your face was pressed to his neck. “So good for me, so perfect.”

His answering moan reverberated in your chest, his arms tightening around you as his pace turned punishing, and it drove you crazy how something as simple as your words has him frenzied, falling apart beneath you.

Drunk on the power, you felt yourself hurtling towards your climax, nails digging into the skin on his back as he relentlessly slammed up into you. “Fuck, yes,” you cried, letting yourself go, giving in until you were over the edge, orgasm overtaking your senses.

It was too much for Changkyun; the way your scent was all around him, intoxicating him, the way you were moaning curses and his name, the way you were clenching so fucking tightly against his cock. Before he could stop himself he was chasing his high right alongside you, shuddering as he pumped his release deep, unable to still his hips even when you were mewling from the sensitivity.

Panting heavily against each other, you had tried to pull away only for Changkyun to roll you beneath him, pinning you under his weight. He was still fully lodged inside you, face nuzzled into the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your still sweaty-from-sex skin.

“What are you doing, Kyun?” you chuffed, making a feeble attempt to lift his weight before letting him resettle against you. It was all for show, the response he expected from you. The truth was you didn’t mind it - the feeling of him still inside you, the familiarity of his lips on your skin, the intimacy of it all - you didn’t mind it if it was with him.

“Just let me hold you like this for a bit, hmm?” he mumbled against your neck, and you hummed your agreement, letting your eyes fall closed. He pressed a few lazy kisses to your throat before his breathing became measured, even, and you decided joining him in slumber wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

“Promise me,” you murmured, voice thick and lazy. You were still naked and draped across his chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart. You had already woken and showered, deciding that clothes weren’t necessary before jumping back into bed together. That was several hours ago now. The smoke coming from his cigarette was curling up towards the ceiling, leaving a dreamy haze in the room.

“I’d promise you anything,” he replied quickly, taking a drag, “but what specifically am I promising you this time, sweetheart?”

“No more going to Kihyun’s high roller floors, Kyun. I know the pots are bigger, but you don’t know those men at those tables - not like I do.” You paused then, taking a shaky inhale.

Being in your line of work, you were no stranger to dangerous men, however you purposefully stayed away from serving on those floors of the lounge for a reason. Those men were the worst of the worst, and even if they weren’t, they rubbed elbows and served those who were. Either way, the money may be sweet, but the risk wasn’t worth it. You made better than you ever had at the lounge with the sections you served, and that was fine with you.

But Changkyun had always wanted more.

Ever since you had told him about your lofty dreams - the ones that you had saved for yourself in the darkest parts of the night, when your mind was racing and you couldn’t sleep - he hadn’t let them go. Truthfully, you always loved the idea of retiring your waitressing shoes and being able to finally write full time, working on the novel you’ve been imagining for years in some quiet home somewhere, tucked away from the world. But it broke you to see Changkyun willing to risk his life to see it come true by hanging around that crowd, placing higher and higher bets at Yvonne’s most hazardous tables.

It was strange for you to accept that he would even want to do this for you, to support you in this way, but he always knew how to soothe those concerns, promising you that he genuinely wanted to care for you before gently ribbing you to stop being so damn stubborn.

However, it was his stubbornness that had been creating a wedge between you.

“They’re bad people, Changkyun. And I don’t mean like - scamming old ladies for their pension money bad, either. I mean like extremely shady dealings with people who are involved with things that would get them sent to prison, bad.”

His free hand fell to your head then, smoothing your hair back as he took another puff of his cigarette.

“I know they are. I’m only just polite enough for the rules of the game, I never engage with them more than that. I’m not there for friends or connections, just the money.” He took a final pull before dropping the spent butt in the ashtray on the bedside table, his other hand moving to rest over the one you had placed on his heart.

“I get that, but it doesn’t take much to get on their bad side. It could be the slightest thing. Sometimes, just winning is all it takes.”

He sighed, but let the silence linger, instead letting himself get lost in stroking your hair softly. You were about to say something again, to make sure he had heard you, when he finally spoke.

“I just want to take care of you, you know?” His voice was low, thick with emotion, though he tried to swallow it back. “Give you what you deserve.”

That pain came back, the one deep in your chest, and you sat up to face him. “I know that. But I already have everything that I need, right here.”

You tap his chest once, twice - his hand still firmly resting on top of your own.

He met your gaze, giving you a small, cocky smirk, as if his eyes weren’t shiny with unshed tears. “What, you mean this hot body?”

You scoffed, eyes rolling. Maybe you should’ve called him out on his side stepping, forcing him to vocalize that look he had been giving you, but instead you fell back into step with your teasing. It was, after all, the familiar dance between you two.

“No, stupid. I meant you - you’re all I need. The rest of this shit is just noise.”

“I bet I can make you make some noise–”

“Changkyun–”

“Okay okay,” he laughed as your soft touch turned into pointed jabs into his chest, sitting up to wrap his arms around you and stop your onslaught. “I hear you, sweetheart. You’re right. I’ll stay away,” he said, pulling you up and back until you’re leaning against his chest, arms still wrapped tight around you.

“Promise me?” This time when you say it, you made sure your eyes were locked on his, made sure the fear you felt was evident behind the words.

“I promise.”

It felt like a sign from the universe. Well, either that, or a promise from the devil.

But sometimes, those can look the same.

The posting for Kihyun’s upcoming game had just gone up, but it was already making the rounds. Games like these were advertised in a certain way - you had to know where to find it in order to play, and the regular gamblers all knew the common message boards to keep an eye on. Changkyun hadn’t been looking for it, wasn’t even checking the forums anymore – but had gotten a text about it from Joohoney, a screenshot of the flyer accompanying his message of “Bro, did you see this shit??”

A high stakes game, in two nights. The winning pot large enough that he would be able to retire you permanently, and he wouldn’t be too far behind you, honestly. You were already off work that night, plans in place for a girls night with Kat and a few of the other servers, so you wouldn’t be at Yvonne’s.

It would just be one last time.

One last game, and with enough luck, he could finally give you the life that you’ve always wanted, provide for you in the way a man should. Sure, you wouldn’t like it – the idea of him going to the tables again – but that was only if you found out, and the chances of that were slim.

He could win the money and set it aside, give himself a week or two of regular games to make it seem a bit more feasible. A few days of being off your feet and back on your laptop would have you forgetting about work anyway, and the top floor of Yvonne’s would fade quickly away from your memory.

It had to be a sign. He could do it, could pull it off, could be the man that you deserve.

His fingers hovered over his phone, the reply ready to be sent to Joohoney. It would be just as easy to delete it, to tell him that he’s done with that shit. To text his best friend back and tell him that he can’t, because he told you he would walk away and stay away from those men. Joohoney might give him some shit, but he would understand, likely wouldn’t push the matter.

But the money…

It didn’t take long for Changkyun to do the math; it would take months at the regular tables to get this kind of money, and that’s only if he kept winning. Which didn’t seem like long in the grand scheme of things, but when he thought of how your eyes lit up at the idea of writing full time, made it seem like it was centuries.

You wouldn’t have to know. It would just be one last time.

He pressed send on the text, foot tapping nervously until he saw the read receipt pop up under his message.

“I’m in - one last game.”

You were mad at him again, but your friends didn’t need to know that.

All they needed to know was that you were in the mood for a girls night out, and if they knew what was good for them, they’d be there in their sluttiest outfit ready to indulge with you.

However, it only took you ordering the second round of shots to have Bri’s questioning stare fixed on your own.

“So, what did he do this time?” she deadpanned, sipping from her straw.

“What? Who? I don’t know what you speak of,” you replied. “I’m just enjoying a night out with my friends.”

“Sure, okay,” Kat nodded, giving a convincing performance of someone who actually believed your nonsense. “If he didn’t do anything, then why isn’t he here, buying us all drinks?”

She had you there. Changkyun was always wanting to show up on your nights out – not to crash them, but so that you and your friends could enjoy your time without having to worry about a single thing. He covered the tabs, made sure everyone was having fun, and ensured each person got home safely – all while staying tucked away at a nearby table until you needed him, never putting too much pressure on you.

It had pissed you off the first time he had suggested it, but after he showed you what he meant, showed you how he could be supportive in the shadows while still letting you shine, you had slowly given in. Part of you loved being able to enjoy yourself with your friends while knowing he was always looking out, even if he wasn’t directly visible.

“Maybe he’s busy.”

Twin glares pinned you to your seat, and you allowed several beats of the bass blaring in the speakers to pass before caving.

“Okay, fine, yes. We’re having a slight disagreement,” you conceded with a sniff, “over something that happened at work.”

“Wait a minute - is this about what happened with Vanda?” Kat questioned, mentioning the newest server at the lounge. She had only started a few weeks prior, but had been making a lot of work for you - constantly acting like she knew what she was doing in front of management, only to flounder and follow you and the senior staff around asking a million questions the minute they weren’t on the floor.

It wasn’t her confidence in her lacking serving skills that had bothered you, not really. It was more so how the minute she did get called out on a mistake, she was quick to try to throw you and your friends - the same people who had just been helping her ass - under the bus.

You had told Changkyun about an incident earlier in the week of this exact scenario – she was flirting with another customer instead of checking on the tables in her section, and a patron of hers ended up getting up to go to the bar to order a drink. It wouldn’t have been a huge deal, mistakes happen after all, except she had immediately told the manager on duty that you had promised to cover that table. Which was news to you.

“Are you serious? After all the help you’ve given her?” Changkyun had shook his head, irritation evident in his voice. “Did you tell the manager the truth? Who was on?”

You had smothered a smile at the question, trying and failing to hide how much you loved him wanting to know more about your life.

“It was Amy, and yeah, I told her. She believed me, but still. I don’t get it, I’ve never done anything to that girl.”

“Want me to show up to Yvonne’s and request her section with the guys, give her some shit? You know how annoying I can be when I want to,” he offered, brows raised in a teasing lilt, but you could tell by the line of his mouth that he meant it.

“Yes, I do know how truly annoying you can be. It’s almost like a super power.”

He grinned then, a full one, and you wanted to kiss his stupid mouth.

“But no, it’s fine. I got this. I know how to handle people like this, and having anyone else fight the battle for me will only make her more bold about it.” This wasn’t your first rodeo, after all - you had been serving a long time, and doing luxury serving at Yvonne’s for even longer than Vanda had been out of diapers. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was handle people.

But did Changkyun listen to you?

Well no, of course not.

He did exactly as he had threatened - showed up the following day with his full group of rowdy friends, sitting in her section and dedicated to being the most obnoxious people Vanda dealt with all night. They didn’t do anything harassing or illegal, just toed the line of being pretentious drunk pricks gambling and drinking – sending back drinks for being made incorrectly, asking for complicated cocktails and shots, requesting a rundown of the entire menu before telling her they were no longer hungry.

Kat and Bri had found it hilarious, stating that your boyfriend’s malicious compliance of the rules while still making Vanda run around so much she was pouring sweat was truly an artform. And there was a tiny piece of you, deep in your soul, that was pleased at the lengths he was willing to go for you.

But you were also pissed, because you had been exactly right. It did nothing to stop Vanda from sending bullshit your way; if anything, it had spurred her on, the following shift of yours even more annoying and mind numbing after hours of her questions and subtle sabotage.

“Yes, it’s about what happened with Vanda! I told him to let me handle it, and he didn’t listen. I know he meant well, I get that, but still. He didn’t listen.” You had known his heart was in the right place - you hadn’t questioned that. But it didn’t negate the fact that it made you feel so small when he didn’t listen to your requests.

“I thought that was hilarious,” Bri said, arm reaching out for another shot glass. She had one already prepped in front of her, but preferred taking her shots two at a time. “But I get it. Vanda’s been worse since.”

“I can handle Vanda, I don’t really care about that. But it feels like our fights are usually because he just doesn’t listen to what I’m telling him. It’s like he thinks he knows better than me.”

Deep down, you know he didn’t mean it in this way, but it was like he didn’t trust you - your judgment, your read on the situation, whatever it is – and that hurt, especially when you had worked so hard to open up that piece of yourself to him.

“And I know that I’m not always right, and it’s not like I don’t want to hear his opinions, but I don’t like the choice being taken from me. Or worse, dangled in front of me like he’s going to consider my feelings, only to have him do whatever.”

Downing her two shots in rapid succession, Bri shook her head, reaching for her chaser before speaking. “I think that’s part of the problem, he thinks he is considering your feelings. He thinks he’s standing up for you and fighting for you. He thinks he’s taking some of that burden off your plate.”

“I don’t need, I mean, I don’t-”

“When is the last time you let anyone fight a battle for you?” Kat interrupted, elbows leaning on the table to make direct eye contact with you. “You tell everyone that you got it, that you can handle it. And we’ve seen you do it, so it’s not that we don’t believe you. But sometimes, we want to help you, for no other reason than we love you. And we can.”

The direct read into your defenses had your throat tightening, and you blinked back the tears that threatened to form and ruin your makeup.

“He should listen and take your feelings into consideration, absolutely,” Kat continued, voice gentle, “but also, you should let him support you and help more. I think if you let him be there for you in smaller ways, he wouldn’t feel the need to be the knight in shining armor so much.”

There was a lot of wisdom in your friend's words, and you had taken a moment of silence to chew on it, to let it sink in.

“He really loves you, you know that, right? So stop being a dumb bitch about it,” Bri deadpanned, but her expression was soft, “and let him love you. And you know I say that with affection.”

“I know,” you said, nodding at your friends. As much as it wasn’t easy to admit, they had a point, which also meant that maybe Changkyun did, as well. “Thank you both, seriously.”

It had only taken one text message, a quick “This tab isn’t going to pay itself” with a kissing emoji to have him showing up at the bar, settling into a table a few down from your own with a wink and a sly smirk, where he proceeded to wait out the evening, taking care of you and your friends as always when the time came.

“I’m still annoyed with you,” you had panted against his mouth when you got home, letting him push you up against the wall and cage you in with his arms. He was on you like a starved man, and it had made your buzz intensify, making you drunk on him, his kiss.

“Of course, I understand,” he mumbled, words barely intelligible in the urgency of his lips.

You had to fight to pull away, using one hand on the base of his throat to push him back for a moment to catch your breath.

“But, also, thank you. For what you did with Vanda. And for always wanting to protect me.”

If Changkyun noticed how soft your voice got, he didn’t say anything, instead leaning down to press his forehead against yours. You could tell he was going to say something – probably something devastatingly sweet – and you needed to finish what you were going to say, before the bravery lost you.

“I’m not used to having someone who wants to fight with me, or for me, you know.”

“I know,” he replied in a rush, like he had already known your confession, knew what you were going to say long before the words had formed. “I know, and I also shouldn’t be an ass and push all the time. But I will always protect you, yeah?”

Nodding, you fought back tears for the second time that evening, but this time you didn’t shy away from letting him see the emotion in your face.

“You’re mine, and I will always fight for you, sweetheart.”

This time when he kissed you, it was slow, purposeful, heated. Like he was going to make sure you felt and wanted for nothing other than him, his touch, and that you could allow yourself to fall into him forever and would always have a safe place to land.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad, to be vulnerable with someone, to let them in, if you could feel like this.

Or maybe it wasn’t so bad, only because it was Changkyun.

Tonight was the night, and everything was in place.

So why did Changkyun feel a ball of anxiety forming in the base of his gut?

Everything had been going according to the plan so far, not that there was much of a plan for any of this. It mostly relied on you and your friends being away from Yvonne’s for the night, which was easy enough since you were all off on the same evening. A rarity that you all were going to take advantage of, and had planned for movie night with drinks and sushi take out over at Kat’s place, an event that was common enough that Changkyun knew it usually ended in a sleepover.

He had dropped you off an hour prior, kissing you gently and shouting a greeting down the hall to the girls before heading back to the car, ignoring the feeling of guilt roiling in his stomach. He had just kept reminding himself that he was doing this for you, doing this so he could support you and give you the life that you deserved.

It was one last time, one last game.

But that pit didn’t dissipate as the evening went on, not even when he met with Joohoney who had insisted he take a shot when they arrived at Yvonne’s to help with his nerves. It had burned his esophagus, blurring the edges of his tension a bit, enough that he felt confident walking through the lounge next to his friend..

“You good?” Joohoney asked, slapping a hand on his shoulder.

Changkyun nodded. “Yeah, just really wanna win some money, you know?”

Joohoney had given him an understanding grin before guiding him past the tables in the lower section of Yvonne’s towards the stairs leading up to the high roller tables.

“It's our lucky night, Kyun,” Joohoney said, pausing in front of the door leading to where the game was about to begin. Through the heavily frosted glass, Changkyun could see several bodies already seated at the few VIP tables, and he felt his pulse spike. “We’re going to win.”

“I hope you’re right.”

The sleepover at Kat’s had been just the reset you needed.

A night of screaming at the television, drinking cocktails and eating your bodyweight in sushi with your friends was healing in more ways than one, and you had left the next morning feeling lighter and more content than you remembered in a while.

It was surprising to find your apartment dark and quiet when you returned, as you had assumed Changkyun would be there waiting for you, like he always was. You had given him a key long ago, figuring there was no point in pretending like he didn’t spend all of his free time glued to your side, but not fully ready to give up the independence of living alone quite yet.

Sending him a quick text, you let him know that you’re home and about to catch up on sleep before your shift later. He replies quickly that he had fallen asleep at his place after a late night with Joohoney, but that he would be there once you got off work.

Nothing had felt out of the ordinary, and you felt energized enough from your nap to get ready quickly, getting to work much earlier than you normally would for a shift.

You should’ve known something was up the minute you walked into work and saw that Vanda had a shit eating grin on her face.

She kept sneaking side glances, watching you with a scrutiny that made you uneasy. She’s normally more obvious in her attempts to annoy you, and her passive aggressiveness is setting your teeth on edge.

After the third glare and giggle on your way to drop off more drinks, you decide you’re going to confront her and ask her what her deal is, when she beats you to it.

“Did you have fun last night?” Vanda questions, a stupid smirk on her face.

“Why do you care?”

“Seemed like Changkyun did,” she continued, like you hadn’t asked a question. Your stomach dropped.

Raising a brow, you wait for her to go on, not wanting to give her any more satisfaction. She clearly knew something that you didn’t, and she was already well aware of that fact.

“How much did he actually end up winning last night? I mean, him and Joohoney were upstairs until last call, and he seemed pretty happy when he left.”

Instantly, your throat tightens, unease now unfurled into full blown anxiety. He was here last night? If he was here last night, and with Joohoney upstairs, no less…

“I didn’t manage to hear how much he won, just that Changkyun shouldn’t worry, because you would never find out.”

It was enough. You had heard enough.

It was surprising how quickly you switched into autopilot, spinning on your heel and striding out of the room before your throat tightens, before your vision fully blurs. Vanda says something more behind you, a lilt of concern in her voice, but you can’t hear her, not anymore.

Your mind quiets as your body takes control, moving you to find your manager to tell her that you need to leave, before grabbing your purse and coat, and leaving the lounge. Turning towards your apartment, your rage fuels your step, gut churning with the betrayal of knowing the only reason why Changkyun would be upstairs at Yvonne’s last night, why he would be leaving looking so pleased with himself.

The wind bit at your face, chapping your lips, but you didn’t care; needing the night air in your lungs and for the anger to be burned out in your movement before seeing him.

Because once you walked out your anger and faced the betrayal, you would need to deal with the deep seated fear for Changkyun’s safety, and how the hell you would be able to protect him now.

Changkyun wasn’t expecting you so early when you barged into the apartment, and the mix of confusion and excitement quickly bled away once he saw the look on your face.

He strides towards you, grabbing your shoulders, concern knitting his brow. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Blinking, you allow yourself a moment to stare at him, to drink in his full mouth and stupid handsome face, before you swallow around the knot in your throat.

“Tell me it isn’t true, Changkyun.”

You hate how your voice sounds; weak and strained and like you’re just bone deep tired, defeated. Maybe you are.

“What are you talk-”

“Tell me that you weren’t upstairs at Yvonne’s last night,” you sigh, irritated with the ruse. “Tell me that you didn’t go and do the exact thing that you promised me you wouldn’t, and that I didn’t have to find out from fucking Vanda, of all people.”

Pulling away, you slide from his grasp, tucking your arms around your middle so that you wouldn’t be tempted to reach back out for him. It was tortuous, how much you want to reach for him, even when your heart is breaking.

“Sweetheart, I just- it was just going to be one last time, one last game. The pot was too good, it was enough to get you set up, so you could quit,” he lets the sentence hang, almost waiting for you to interrupt, but when you stay silent, he continues. “Joohoney made sure everything was good, and we won just enough to get what we needed, not enough to rock too many boats. I had it under control.”

Closing your eyes, you let the last sentence settle around your shoulders like a heavy weight, the same old feelings bubbling up. “It wasn’t about you being in control or not, Changkyun. It was about listening to me, actually listening to me. You promised.”

It was on the last word that you broke, that the tears started to fall, and for once you didn’t turn away, wanting him to see.

“You promised me you would stay away, and then you didn’t. You hid it. You thought you knew what was best for me, instead of just listening to me.”

Pain laces Changkyun’s face as he takes a step towards you, only pausing when you take an equal step backwards. “I’m so sorry, I don’t think I know better, I just-”

“Please leave. I’m done.” Your voice is low but measured, certain.

“Baby, please, let me just explain, and- and-”

“I don’t want to hear an explanation. I want you to leave.” Tears continue to fall, but you don’t drop his stare, willing him to understand just how serious this all is, how serious you are.

He wants to fight it, wants to say more, but something in your eyes must convince him, because he keeps his mouth shut. Instead, he moves back to the couch, grabbing his coat and phone, before making his way to the door. His gaze is mournful as he gives you one last look, lingering, before shutting the door behind him.

You aren’t sure how long you stand there, unmoving, before the autopilot kicks back into gear, forcing your limbs to move. Heading towards your room, you place your phone on the charger before you curl into your bed, surrounding yourself with the blankets and the lingering scent of Changkyun.

And then you let yourself break down.

Changkyun was drunk. Too drunk.

He shouldn’t have taken that last shot, especially not after that last drink from the bar. It was too much, but fuck it. Who cares?

“I’m not sure what I’m doing,” he mumbles to himself, not caring how crazy he looks. He wishes someone would just give him some direction, tell him what he would need to do in order to fix this.

He didn’t listen. He never listens.

And now he’s lost the only good thing he’s ever fucking had, the only reason he got up each morning and what’s the point, if you’re gone?

Fuck. Fuck.

Sliding down low in the booth, he lets his head hang, the whisky glass precariously dangling in his hand. His body felt so heavy, so numb, and yet the anguish deep in his chest only worsened, throbbed along to music blaring in the club.

If only he could apologize, he’d beg for mercy, he’d promise he’d never fuck up like this ever again. Explain how you were right - how he doesn’t need the money, or any of that shit, as long as he had you.

He needs you.

His heart is in a vice grip, squeezing so tightly that he thinks he might explode from his body, his skin, until he’s nothing but red.

Pain suddenly licks up Changkyun’s palm, and he looks down to see the glass cup gone. In its place are thousands of tiny shards, twinkling in the dim club lights, reflecting everything back to him. More red, but this time welling in his palm, pooling in the deep lines of the skin.

“What the fuck, are you alright dude?”

Changkyun thinks it’s Joohoney who asks him, or maybe it’s Hyungwon? It doesn’t matter either way, because it’s not you.

He goes to stand, to ask for a bandage or a rag or something, but instead his vision blurs, the room spinning. And then he’s flat on his back, blinking up at the cacophony of lights, faces coming in and out of focus, but not the one he needs, not the one he’s looking for.

He can faintly hear his friends talking to him, feel them digging in his pockets for his phone, but he can’t be present anymore. It’s too torturous, too heavy. Much easier to close his eyes, to think about your face. To let himself get lost forever.

He’s happy to die here on the floor of this stupid club, imagining your smile, your laugh, your lips as you say his name.

Changkyun just wants to take care of you, just wants to give you everything that you deserve. How can he do that if he’s here? If he can’t listen?

He lets the darkness swallow him.

Changkyun isn’t sure where he is.

He feels like he got hit by a truck, his head specifically feeling like it had been trampled on, though it’s his right palm that's aching in time to his pulse.

Without moving, he opens his eyes slowly, trying to take in his surroundings. It’s dark, wherever he is, and his head is propped on a pillow, body stretched out on a couch. He can see a small trash can directly in front of him, as if whomever brought him here wasn’t sure if he’d be capable of finding a bathroom if the contents of his stomach decided to make a reappearance, and he groans.

Fingers swipe through his hair, easing the pounding in his skull by a fraction.

“Hi, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?”

Changkyun thinks he has to still be sleeping, must be having a very good dream if it’s your voice he’s hearing, your scent he’s inhaling as he settles onto the pillow. He smiles to himself, not wanting to speak and having the dream fade too soon.

“Changkyun? Are you going to answer me?” This time, you peer over him, leaning down to stroke his face. You let your fingers linger briefly on his cheekbone before lightly touching his lips.

His eyes snap open.

“Is this real?” He asks, voice hoarse, gaze searching your own. He doesn’t feel strong enough to sit up quite yet, but you don’t seem to want to make him, either. “Are you really here?”

“Technically, you’re here at my place, but yes, it’s real.” You reply, your nails sliding back up to his hair to give his scalp a soothing scratch.

He swallows as he stares at you, as he drinks in the tenderness in your eyes that he thought he wouldn’t get a chance to see again. It took him a moment before he recognized your apartment in the dim light, and another more before realizing the pillow he’s laying on is settled in your lap.

Even knowing that this was real, that you truly let him back in, he was still too scared to speak, not wanting to scare you off. Not wanting the moment to end.

When he finally gathered enough courage, he cleared his throat.

“I’m so, so fucking sorry, sweetheart. You’re right. I don’t listen. I hear what you say, and then just act like an ass who thinks he knows everything.” Changkyun swallows thickly. “The only thing I do know is that you’re my everything. You’re all I need. Please, don’t give up on me yet.”

His pleas make your eyes well, and you force yourself to take an even inhale before speaking.

You want to tell him that you couldn’t give him up, that you had tried because you knew it would be easier in the long run, but your heart wouldn’t allow it. You want to say that you had regretted telling him to leave the moment the words left your lips, that you hadn’t meant them. You want to say that you were just so tired of not being heard, of people making decisions for you.

Instead, you roll your eyes playfully. “Now why would I do that, after all the trouble I went through to patch up your hand while you were black out?”

You will tell him those things, but later. When the sting of last night had faded a bit from both of your memories, and the impact intended can land.

He gives you a small grin, meeting your gaze. His hand - the bandaged one - raises slowly, tentatively, until it’s cupping your cheek.

“I just wanted to give you the world,” Changkyun murmurs, almost reverently. “I will give you the world, the right way. It might take me longer, but I will.”

His words soften you more, and you reach for his other hand, pulling him up until he’s facing you. He’s slow to move, the onset of a hangover taking hold, but eventually he settles sitting upright, eyes still intense on your own.

He is always trying to take care of you, trying to lessen your burdens. You know you’re not the best at accepting the help, but dammit, you were trying. For him. And he was trying for you, too.

You lean forward until your foreheads are touching, breaths mingling.

“I already have it, stupid.”

He kisses you then, a gentle press of lips that quickly builds, as everything always does with him. A push and a pull. Changkyun leans away slightly, grins against your mouth. “I’m an idiot, but you already knew that.”

“You’re my idiot. The rest is just noise.”

#changkyun x reader #changkyun smut #I.M. smut #I.M. x reader #IM x reader #monsta x smut #monsta x fanfic #monsta x x reader #ksmutclub #im changkyun #i.m monsta x #my writing #fic: god dammit i like it #fic: gdili

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itsmejee · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

hi everyone, my name is jee!

my blog consists of short drabbles, one-shots, and short and or long series from many different fandoms of k-pop bands, television shows ranging from chinese, japanese, and korean dramas and fantasies.

i write for male readers only—sub male readers specifically for smut related content.

fluff (f) | angst (a) | smut (s)

requests are CLOSED right now

down below you’ll find a list of the many different fandoms and the individual members/characters i write for specifically (and since this is my own work, please respect it and don’t send any hate).

| BTS |

↪︎ for all members

lights, camera, action! (s) 1.8k words | j.jk

| ENHYPEN |

↪︎ for jake, jay, and heeseung

fanboy’s dream (s) 1.3k words | s.jy

| NCT |

↪︎ for jaehyun, jeno, haechan, johnny, xiaojun, and hendery

nothing yet

| ATEEZ |

↪︎ for wooyoung and san

nothing yet

| MONSTA X |

↪︎ for wonho and changkyun

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| ALCHEMY OF SOULS |

↪︎ for seo yul, jang uk, and go won

nothing yet

| ALICE IN BORDERLAND |

↪︎ for chishiya, arisu, and niragi

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| THE UNTAMED |

↪︎ for jiang cheng, lan zhan, and aged-up jin ling

nothing yet

#itsmejee’s masterlist #bts #enhypen #nct #ateez #monsta x #alchemy of souls #alchemy of souls: light and shadow #alice in borderland #the untamed

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faes-land · 2 years

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Day 4: Daddy - Kihyun

Pairings: Kihyun X female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3,296

Warnings: Dom! Kihyun, Daddy kink, oral (male and female receiving), creampie at the end lol

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“Thank you for inviting me tonight. This is really fun,” Changkyun said as he handed you a drink from the bar. You saw Minhyuk the bartender smile at you when he noticed you and you wondered if Kihyun got him hired here. He sure was good at what he did.

You took a sip from the drink he got for you; it was your favorite cocktail. Changkyun knew you so well. Which, you expected since you two had been friends for so long. “Of course! I’m glad you’re having a good time.” You looked over to see your other good friend, Jooheon dancing with someone on the dance floor. “Looks like Jooheon is too.” You remarked.

Changkyun looked over and chuckled, his best friend was always doing something. “Where’s your man? I thought I’d see him tonight.” Even though Changkyun was one of your closest friends, he still hadn’t met Kihyun yet. Kihyun was always busy with his work, so he never really had time to meet that many of your friends. His work was the nightlife, so he didn’t do much during the day.

You sighed and saw him talking to Hyunwoo about something before Hyunwoo walked away. “He’s most likely networking for the next club opening he has in a few weeks. It’s okay though, we can still have some fun!”

For the some of the night, you were talking, dancing, and having a good time with Changkyun since Kihyun was busy working his way through the club, mingling, and networking with other promoters and club owners. You kind of wanted to make Kihyun jealous, but he wasn’t a jealous man so that plan probably wasn't going to work out.

You enjoyed going out and being in the clubs, but it becomes boring when you’re sitting around waiting for your man to pay attention to you. It was nice having Changkyun around, you felt like you were actually able to enjoy yourself. It was also fun to be with Changkyun; you hadn’t seen him in what felt like ages since he was busy with his own work. You could tell he was having fun and letting go of some of his daily stresses.

Soon enough, Jooheon had called over Changkyun because he wanted him to meet the person that he had met that night. She was quite pretty and both of their type. You wondered which one of them would end up with her. You knew how your friends were; they were very good-looking guys and girls were attracted to them like magnets.

After a little while by yourself, it looked like Kihyun had said goodbye to Hyunwoo, who had left with his fiance. She didn’t look too happy. You liked her, but she was a bit wild for you. She was the opposite of Hyunwoo’s calm demeanor, but you could tell Hyunwoo loved her anyway.

Finally, Kihyun had found you at the bar, sipping on another cocktail and talking to Minhyuk. "Would you care to explain to me who that guy was earlier, Y/N?" Kihyun asked you after he had just seen you laughing and giggling with Changkyun. Kihyun wasn't a very jealous man, but he definitely was not happy to see you acting like that with someone that wasn't him. Once saw you with the other man and he could feel himself getting taken over with jealousy.

You shook your head. "Babe, it was just Changkyun. He's an old friend that I invited to the opening tonight.”

"An old friend? Yeah, right. We're going home. Now." He grabbed your arm and dragged you to his car. He opened the door for you before slamming it, slightly startling you. What had gotten into him?

You had never seen your man jealous like this before and you weren't sure if you should be worried, or excited. You saw him get in the driver's seat and he sped off without saying a word to you. You noticed he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Had you made him that mad? You were just talking to a friend, but it must have looked different to him.

The car ride was silent with the exception of the car engine. You wanted to say something to him, but you were already home. He turned the car off and got out without saying a word.

You opened the door for yourself and followed your man to the front door. He let you in before he slammed the door behind him and locked it. Startled, you stood still in front of him. You didn't know what to do or say; you were afraid to say the wrong thing, but also kind of wanted to rile him up.

He walked up to you, barely leaving any room between you as he stood inches above you. The feeling of his warm breath on your neck made you nervous; his expression was unreadable. His usually soft features were hard and a little unrecognizable.

You wondered what he was going to do next as he intensely stared at you. His eyes were clouded with jealousy and something else you couldn't place. Was it...lust? No, it had to have been the jealousy, right? You weren't sure, but you definitely wanted to find out. “What are you gonna do, Kihyun?”

His jaw clenched as he stared at you before he leaned down to plant a rough kiss on your lips. He placed his hands on your hips as his legs started to move. You stumbled backward until you reached the wall behind you; your lips still attached. His grip tightened on your hips when he pulled away from you, breathing heavily. He looked you up and down before his eyes met yours and gave you another rough kiss.

Kihyun wasn't exactly thinking straight, considering how he had just seen you flirting with some other guy. He didn't know what else to do, so kissing you roughly and passionately seemed like the best thing to start out with. He knew he had to make sure you knew who you belonged to. He pressed his body against yours as he deepened the kiss, you needed to know that you were his. You felt his crotch rub up against yours and you whimpered into your kiss.

You did nothing to fight him off since you enjoyed it when he took control like this. His dominance was so sexy, something you always liked about him. In fact, it was driving you wild, you liked seeing this side of him. Kihyun was a pretty dominant man in bed, but he’d been a little bit more lax with you. Now he knows he shouldn’t have been.

He pulled away from you again and he said to you, "You're mine and no one else's, got that? I didn't like seeing you with what’s his name. You should only act that way with me and only me, Y/N."

Stunned, you nodded your head. “Y-Yes, Daddy,”

"Good girl," He praised, smirking at you. He soon went straight to your neck and peppered your skin with nips and kisses. You moaned out when you felt his tongue flick over a fresh hickey.

He reached behind you to unzip your strapless dress as he kept up his kisses. It fell to your ankles, and he pulled away from you to look at your almost naked body. He bit his lip as his eyes scanned your body. You looked so delicious to him; he was ready to take you that very second.

He moved his lips to the top of your chest, then down to your covered breasts. He reached a hand up to remove your strapless bra, and that also fell to the ground. He brought his lips down to your nipple and sucked on it while his hand massaged your other tit. Endless moans came out of you, and it encouraged him to do more.

He flicked his tongue out and your nipple hardened. You tangled your fingers into his dark brown hair and tugged slightly, causing the blood to rush down south. He loved it when you pulled his hair. He pulled away from your nipple, undid his tie, then switched to your other nipple. He gave it the same attention and you were moaning out his name over and over.

He pulled away from you, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. You watched him as he removed his suit jacket and started to unbutton his shirt slowly. One by one, each button was undone as he stared at you, eyes fucking you.

You could hardly keep yourself together as your handsome man stripped in front of you. The sight alone was enough to make you explode, but you did your best to control yourself as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He knew just how badly you wanted to touch yourself while watching him strip. He didn't wear an undershirt, so his torso was bare and you were dying to touch him. He’d been working out and you were able to see all of his hard work.

You reached your hands out to touch his chest, but he grabbed your hands before they could reach his body. You looked at him confused when he smirked at you. He let go of your hands and picked you up over his shoulder. "Oh, Kihyun!" You giggled. He smacked your ass as he walked towards the bedroom. “That’s not my name, baby.” He said before spanking you again.

You moaned again, “Yes, Daddy.”

You heard him chuckle before he kicked the bedroom door with his foot and laid you down on your big bed. He removed his shirt and began to unbuckle his pants. You trembled with anticipation as his pants fell to his ankles. He kicked them off, leaving him only in his skin-tight boxer briefs.

He crawled on the bed and hovered over you. He went back to kissing your neck as his hand found its way to your covered center. You moaned at the feeling of his hand there. He began to rub you through your panties and you couldn’t stop the moan that came out of your mouth. Kihyun smirked against your skin, loving that he had this effect on you.

He pulled away from your neck and trailed his tender kisses down your body. He kissed each nipple once before his lips traveled down to your hips. Your breathing was uneven as he slowly pulled your cute panties down your legs.

He teased you by lightly kissing the inside of your thighs. He bit your thighs, leaving marks on them before he reached your center. "Mm, you're so wet for me, baby." You moaned at the feeling of his hot breath on your core. His arms were under your thighs, putting your legs around his neck before he dove in.

Kihyun slid his hot tongue on your wet slit and you moaned loudly. He smirked to himself before he gave your throbbing clit attention. He loved making you scream and squirm underneath him. Whether it was his dick or his tongue, he had to make you move around somehow. He kissed and nibbled at your sensitive bud, causing you to grip his hair tightly. He groaned against you and the vibration on your pussy made you scream. He really did know how to eat you out.

He did circles around your clit and you bucked your hips. He stuck his tongue in you, and you were squirming underneath him. His strong arms held down your hips as his tongue went as deep as it could inside of you. Your uncontrollable moans excited him, and his erection became more strained in his tight underwear. He knew he needed relief soon.

He moved his mouth back up to your clit and sucked on it lightly. You threw your head back into the pillows as you screamed, “Daddy!” You tugged on his hair as he relentlessly licked and sucked your clit. He didn't plan on stopping until you came at least once from his tongue, but he preferred it when he used his cock on you.

He licked your slit and clit one last time before pulling away and wiping his lips of your juices. You pouted at him and watched him as he rose up to his knees, you knew exactly what your man wanted. You lifted yourself up and bit your lip as you looked at his body.

You put your arms around his shoulders and kissed his lips, neck, and chest. You kissed along his collarbones, leaving a small mark of your own. Kihyun looked at you with narrowed eyes, but all you did was smile at him. Your hand traveled down his body and to the top of his boxer briefs. His breathing hitched when he felt your hand massage him through his underwear.

Your lips were getting lower on his body, and you felt him twitch in your hand. You kissed his hips before you pulled his underwear down, and his erection sprang free. Kihyun’s naked body was a sight to behold; he was like a work of art. His hard cock was dripping with precum and it looked delicious.

You looked up at him and gave him a quick smile before you wrapped your lips around his now pink and swollen tip. He groaned and put his hand in your hair, tugging slightly as you took more of him in your mouth. You placed your hand around what didn’t fit and started to pump him slowly. Your saliva and his precum make his cock slick and easy for you to please him.

You moved your tongue and hand at a very slow pace, just to tease him. You looked up at his face and his eyes were shut tightly as he enjoyed the way your tongue felt on him. His grip tightened on your hair, and his hips bucked slightly.

He moved his hips into your mouth, trying not to fuck your face, but he also wanted to a little bit. You moaned around his cock, so he thrust into your mouth again. Kihyun let out a moan of his own when you took him further in, deep throating him. You gagged a little and his cock twitched in your mouth. If you kept this up, he’d come any minute.

"St-stop, baby." He said as he reluctantly pulled himself out of your mouth. You pouted, so he kissed you, causing you to fall back on the bed. He didn’t care that he could taste himself on you; it actually made it hotter for him. He pulled away from your lips and kissed your neck as he slid his tip against your folds. You moaned loudly, so he teased you by moving it up and down your slit and rubbing it against your clit. This was one of his favorite ways to tease you.

He slowly moved his cockhead against you few more times until you said, "Daddy, please. I need to feel you." He smiled at you before he gave you a tender kiss as he slowly pushed himself inside you. You gasped at the feeling he gave you when he was inside of you. He filled you up so good, you wanted to keep him there.

He stayed still inside of you, not daring to move until you answered one simple little question, “Are you sorry for what you did?”

“Wh-what?” He clicked his tongue and started to pull out of you slowly, only leaving his tip in you.

“If you aren’t then you don’t deserve my cock.” Yet, he was still partially inside you.

Then you realized why he asked you that. It felt so good that you forgot the whole reason why Kihyun was upset with you in the first place: Changkyun. “Daddy, please,” you whined; usually that works.

“Say you’re sorry.” Then he harshly thrust into you.

You screamed at the sudden intrusion. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. Please, I’ll be a good girl! I need you to fuck me right now!”

He smirked. “That’s all I wanted to hear. Don’t forget that you belong to me,” then he moved his hips and fucked you just how you wanted him to. You held him close to you as he thrust his hips into you slowly. You felt every inch of him as he drew himself out. Since his pace was slow, the amount of pleasure he gave you was never like this before. Of course, you were always satisfied when he would fuck you hard and rough, but this was different and you liked it.

Kihyun looked in your eyes as he grabbed one of your legs and went in deeper. You moaned out his name and wrapped your other leg around his waist. His thrusts became faster and you were enjoying every second of it.

He kissed your neck while he went harder in you. He wanted to be gentle, but sometimes he can't control himself. He couldn't help himself as he went in deeper and harder with each thrust. He also wanted to teach you a lesson, so being a little rough didn’t seem like such a bad idea. He left a few more hickeys then he rose up on his knees, and grabbed your hips tightly.

His movements became quicker and rougher, so you grabbed the headboard since you couldn't hold on to him anymore. Your moans were never-ending as he pounded into you over and over. The room was filled with your combined moans and the sound of skin slapping. His grip on your hips was definitely going to leave bruises as he kept up his rough pace. By how loud your moans were, he could tell he hit your spot. He hit it repeatedly at a harsh pace and by this point, you were a screaming mess under him.

He knew you were close to your orgasm, so he began to rub your clit in harsh circles. The extra pleasure was making you lose your mind and all you could do was moan and say his name. You could barely handle the new sensation that filled up your body and your walls clenched around him. You loved when he fucked you like this; you felt like his little fucktoy.

He groaned at the sudden tightness he felt and quickened his pace faster than he thought he was capable of doing. He felt that he was close to his own orgasm, but he held it in so you could come first. No matter what, Kihyun always made sure you were happy. Even if he was mad at you.

Your legs tightened around his waist as the knot in your stomach started to unravel. You trapped your man between your legs and he loved every second of it. He never wanted you to let go of him. Your orgasm was approaching and after a few more rough thrusts from him, your body let loose. Moans, profanities, and his name all came out of your mouth as your orgasm took over your entire body.

His thrusts were sloppy and losing their rhythm before he let his own orgasm take over him. He shot his hot cum inside of you and kissed you as he rode out your highs. He pumped himself inside one last time before slowly pulling out, his cum dripping out of you and onto the sheets. He looked down at the mess and smirked; he was satisfied.

Kihyun pulled you into his arms and said, "You're all mine, remember?" You only nodded your head and kissed his chest since you were too spent to respond. He smiled to himself before whispering, "I love you; don't ever forget that.”

#Kihyun x reader #Kihyun smut #kinktober #MONSTA X #Yoo Kihyun #Yoo Kihyun smut #MONSTA X Smut #a little jealousssyyy

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rochellebae · 2 years

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Now, I love you (2)

Im Changkyun x (female) reader

18+

genre: smut

pov: you met Changkyun at a party and after…

warnings: strong language, unprotected sex, oral sex (female, male receiving)

word count: 1,214

English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes.

~ Chapter 2 ~ ꒰ Eat me ꒱

He gently holds you and lays you down. His touch is so sweet. He’s lying next to you. You snuggle up to his chest again, like at the beginning of everything. The only difference is that now you’re fucked and you can't feel your vagina, but that's what you wanted.

He lifts your chin and kisses you. His kiss is so gentle, but still passionate. You are so grateful to him for making you happy. You pull yourself closer to him with your dilated vagina, and then you start caressing his velvety face. You feel very good. You put your head on his chest, god you want to fall asleep like this. You got tired. You've already closed your eyes, but you are still caressing his face. He presses gentle kisses on your cheek. Why do you feel like he was made for you? You feel as if you haven't really lived until now. You lose your head and fall asleep smiling.

It is morning. You’re lying in bed alone. Maybe he has already stepped down? Abandoned? Wait, this is his accommodation, where would he have fled? You hear footsteps and then he enters the room.

“Good morning.” - he says, then sits down next to you on the bed. He looks awfully good with his pectoral muscles showing through of the black T-shirt.

“Good morning.” - you look at him with sparkling eyes, and he touches your face.

“You are really beautiful.” - he says shyly. You smile at that.

“And you are wonderful.“ - you answered back. Why does this feel like you're in a sleazy romantic movie? He smiles.

“If you want, I'll make you breakfast.” - he says cutely.

“That's sweet of you, but first I want something to wear since I still don't have any clothes.” - you said.

“Oh, sorry, I forgot.” - he says. He takes out a black t-shirt. “This is the only thing that might cover your ass.”

“Thank you.” - you said.

“Come let's go eat” - he gently caressed your face and then took your hand.

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After breakfast you two decided to go over to your accommodation.

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You and Changkyun get to your place, he walks in your door and says “Well, that's pretty girly.”

“Well, you're not the most manly creature either, my dear.” - you answer back. - “You had lipstick on last night.”

“I was wearing lipstick, but you kissed my lips hard.” - he answers back.

“Yes, because I fucking wanted you and you were damn attractive.” - you said.

“I only was?” - he asks back.

“Still.” - you answered, then you jumped on his neck and kissed him. You love his lips. It just drives you crazy.

One kiss from him makes you wet, you want to sex with him. Again. You take his hand and pull him to your bed. He smiles at you. Why is this smile so beautiful? He takes off his t-shirt, you lay him down and sit on his stomach, then you lean over to his face and start kissing him. Hugs turn into kisses, and you go lower and lower, already at his neck. In the meantime, you’re thinking that you should suck him off? You are sure he'd love it. Your kisses are again clicking on his immaculate chest. You would kiss his whole body, he is so perfect, he deserves anything. You stop the kisses and unbuckle his belt. You dare not look at his face to see what his reaction might be now. You want to take out his cock and continue kissing there. He hasn't stopped you so far, so you guess he doesn't mind you sucking him off. You took out his cock and all you can think of is that even his cock is so perfect. By the way, it fits right in your pussy. You grabbed his hard cock and started to lick it and then kiss it. He deserves anything. How can someone be so perfect? And why does anyone have such a beautiful cock? You didn't think there was such a thing. You hope he is happy now. You want him to be the happiest man in the world right now. You caress and lick his cock like a lollipop. This is the most delicious lollipop you've ever tasted. You glance at his face and he is as attractive as he is enjoying it. If you can see this face all the way through, you never want to stop. He grabs your hand and pulls you to him. At this moment, his tongue is no longer in your mouth, but his cock. His tongue is your other weakness. For some reason you subconsciously got up and sat on his face. You sat on his nose first. Jesus, he could satisfy you with his nose. You don't want to get off his nose, but you also want to enjoy his tongue, are you insatiable? He licks his finger, gently touches you, then pulls your pussy apart and sticks his tongue in it. God, you have to moan. Why does anyone do it so well? Why didn't he lick you yesterday if he’s so good at it? Why is this dude so perfect? Now he will drink so much of your wet juice that he won't be thirsty today for sure. He licks every part as if he wants to eat it. Like you’re a cake. He kisses your pussy. Wonderful feeling. You bless the heavens that he is here below you now. And his dick is standing.

You feel so clean now that you've been licked. You’re not lying if you say it was the best experience of your life.

You take his dick and insert it nicely for yourself. You’re so wet it slips in easily again. You start riding it. He has such a comfortable cock. You don't even want to get off it. His cock slips out of your too wet pussy, and he puts it back nicely. Why is everything he do attractive? So sweet. You feel like you’re in love.

You hope he also feels that his cock fits you perfectly.

He slowly starts caressing your waist, then your stomach, then goes higher and higher. He is already holding your boobs, but so gently and delicately, and then he says “Actually, this is the first time I've seen beautiful boobs like yours.”

For some reason, you started to enjoy this. It's weird because you’re not shy in front of him, even though he stares at your naked body while you sit on his cock. Now, of course, it is broad daylight, unlike last night. You have a lot of faith in him for some reason. Looking back, you wasn't like that with any of your exes, in fact you was pretty distant with them, even after you realized you loved them. But why are you comparing him to your exes? You have only known him for two days, but one day he cannot be mentioned with your exes.

He grabs your neck and carefully pulls you to him. He starts kissing you while stroking your hair.

“You are very beautiful” - he says, then smiles.

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male-readers-like-kpop-idols-too · 4 years

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Changkyun and Jooheon protecting a gay male can and ending up falling in love with him

It started with small things, Changkyun making sure that (y/n) eating well and Jooheon making sure that the blanket was covering the man as he slept. On bad days Changkyun would feed the healthiest thing he could make, probably ramen. Jooheon would assume the position of the little spoon and just try to help work through anything on (y/n)'s mind. Changkyun felt it when (y/n) put a hand on his thigh or when (y/n) pushed Changkyun when playing video games. Jooheon felt the fluttering of his heart when the other's chest rumbled when cuddling or when (y/n) let Jooheon talk out whatever was on his mind. The two men could see when the weight of the world would weigh on the other man's shoulders. These nights ended up with (y/n) in the middle of a cuddle sandwhich, comfort food, and a movie that was left playing as they took the weight of the world off of him brick by brick.

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danghyuk · 3 years

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brat. [im changkyun]

► au info: not necessarily a non-idol au, but it’s based on the settings in I.M’s God Damn MV

► summary: brats need to be put in place, one way or another.

► pairing: im changkyun (I.M) x male!reader

► word count: 842

► warning(s): suggestive, but i won’t concider this to be full nsfw!! degrading talk, swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of bruising and hitting (as a part of bdsm scene/kink/sex)

► other info: the reader is older than changkyun.

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“You’re such a spoiled brat,” you breathed out in a slow manner, not wanting the man you currently held pinned against a dirty stall wall to see how affected you really were. “I’m supposed to be the older and more mature here.” The words came out like a low growl – a warning, causing the black-haired male in front of you to whimper.

“I don’t give a fuck-” the words were spat out as you tightened your grip; “I really do not give a fuck if you get shitfaced or puke your guts out tonight, but don’t start a fight- this is my place, my bar, you got it? I’m the one in charge here, not you.”

When the younger didn’t answer immediately and chose to stare into your own (e/c) eyes with a challenging glint, you just had to chuckle, ducking your head slightly to hide an amused smirk.

He had it coming for him.

Everything he had been doing up until now seemed so painfully obvious – a cry for attention and you called him out for exactly that:

“Attention whore.”

The glint in Changkyun’s eyes changed into a playful one and that alone confirmed your thoughts. You had hit the nail on the head with two degrading words.

Releasing his silky hair from your grip, however, not before you tugged on it one last time, you trailed your now free hand teasingly down his bruised face, lingering and pressing down on the bigger ones, before grabbing his defined jawline. Oh – how you enjoyed the way he winced and judging by the way his contained cock throbbed against your thigh- the one you had forced in between his legs with, he did too.

“Pity.” You tsk’ed exaggeratedly, leaning closer towards his left ear only to leave the younger disappointed when you ended up tugging at his earring instead of the earlobe. “When I finally have a bitch to slap around, he’s managed to get marked up by others instead. Such a pity, indeed.”

“No, I-”

Changkyun was quick to halt his words when he met your eyes again and when he felt your fingers harshly dig into his cheeks and jaw.

“Did I say speak, brat?” He averted his eyes at your question in a silent ‘no’. “Good.” You cooed at his cooperation. “And only good boys get rewarded, not brats.” Another wince.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

Changkyun was about to open his mouth again to object, but the way you were pushing your thigh against his straining bulge and how easily you held both of his wrists in one hand above his head told him otherwise.

Clearly not finished with your lecture, you continued, not just to set some ground rules for the next time but to state an example – bad boys and brats will be punished.

“You will tell me if something bothers you, hmm? You’ll come to immediately instead of starting fights, yes?”

The younger nodded conformingly between each question.

“Good.” You repeated and loosened your grips. “You know how much I hate seeing bruises on your pretty face, baby, unless I make them. Do you remember who made these, love?”

Your boyfriend shook his head.

“No?”

Another shake.

Even in the flickering, yellow light from the nightclub bathroom he still looked absolutely delectable. The black hair dancing over his forehead brought out Changkyun’s dark eyes, filled with mischievousness and lust as they gazed into your own blown-out pupils.

Stunning, ravishing and other similar words fell into your mind but died on the tip of your tongue. This was not the time to be complimenting your boyfriend. As much as you wanted to lean down so you could feel his warm and sweaty nape against your lips, kiss the skin and lick at his tattoos you refrained. After all, you didn’t drag him into the stall to pleasure him.

“Such a shame to be covered in some stranger’s marks.” You whispered against his cheek, almost touching the corners of his mouth in a teasing manner before you licked a broad stripe across the bruised jaw and cheekbone.

“Now,” you smirked down at your shaking boyfriend, amazed you had driven him to this point already. If you gave in to his begging eyes and started to grind against him, it wouldn’t take Changkyun more than a couple of minutes to cum in his skin-tight pants like some teenager, because he was more than railed up by your filthy and angry insults. However, you loathed the thought of repeating yourself – brats will be punished.

Letting go of his hands, you allowed him to bring them down and flex his wrists. Changkyun definitely needed his hands to work and to able to hang onto something for his punishment.

“Babe,” his attention was back to you again. By pushing him lightly downwards, he got the hint and dropped to his knees. Neither the dirty tile floor nor the harshness of it seemed to bother him and you patted his hair softly as a semi-reward.

“C’mon, brat. You know what to do.”

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wonjns · 9 months

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i have to ride this man before the end of my life

#please like is it too much to ask #SLAMMING MY HEAD ON THE TABLE #changkyun #kpop x male reader #kpop hard thoughts #monsta x smut #kpop hard hours #monsta x hard hours

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k1ttysky · 3 years

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Date Night with I.M Headcanons

I stay true to my word and here’s a post! Hope you like it and request are always open. Going on a date with I.M on Monsta X.

- tbh, he wouldn't take you out somewhere too fancy because he just wants to chill -like you guys might go on a cute movie date at the dorms but the members would bother you guys -but if you went out, you guys would go to like the park or a small shop together - you guys would take super cute photos together and one of you would save it as your phone background - if either of you had a dog, walking them would be something cute to do together - he might even take you to the studio and work with you! - you would force him to match something in your outfits, just for the heck of it - dispatch get ready, it couple on their way

#monsta x male reader #Monsta X #i.m monsta x #i.m changkyun #kpopimagines #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #kpop #kpop headcanons

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iibonniee · 2 years

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RM1515: Criminal Law

Pairing: Chae Hyungwon x Reader (Slight Jungkook x reader but nothing explicit or romantic happens)

Genre: College AU/smut

Rating: M

Word Count: 4k (I wish I was joking)

Warnings: teacher/student relations, jealous!hyungwon, fingering, unprotected sex, slight angst, jungkook being the bestest best friend (theres sarcasm that warning)

Masterlist | The Faculty Masterlist

This is the third installment for a collaboration with @wordycerty. Both Jooheon and Changkyun's parts are posted on her page!

Taglist: @appachicken @dandelion-aj @xrubyrosex @babykyuniee @bekah931215

Y/N knew about a week in, that the relationship she had with Mr. Chae was anything but normal. That was about a two and a half years ago, and the secrecy and hiding all but made their relationship thrilling.

She wasn’t sure how it started, or how they met. But if she put just enough thought into it, she could remember her sophomore year in her music theory class. It was a class she had randomly signed up for (she wouldn’t admit that her friend merely peer-pressured her into it because “the professor was gorgeous”).

Y/N had known about five minutes into class on the first day, that the class wasn’t for her. The only upside to the boring class was the professor, Mr. Yoo. He was charming, had killer vocals and was everything she could think of in a man. But he was smart and saw through the little façade she had put up.

She remembered clearly when he pulled her to the side, his question was genuine but, to her, she felt like a fraud for being in a room where she shouldn’t be.

“You can be honest with me.” Mr. Yoo urged, his smile was small showing her that he wasn’t a threat.

Her mouth opened, wanting to reply, but it snapped shut when she realized there was nothing she could say. She thought she only did it for her friend. But, she mainly did it for her own selfish reasons.

Mr. Yoo was deadly attractive.

At the end of the day, Y/N should sit him down to thank him for pulling her to the side at the end of his boring lecture to ask her that silly question. If he hadn’t, she wouldn’t have met Mr. Chae.

Mr. Chae’s interruption was unplanned, but definitely not unwelcome. The wave of surprise that flashed in his eyes was evident, although it didn’t last long. A guilty smile was replaced as apologies flew from his mouth. Yet, Mr. Yoo laughed it off, offering the male to come in to meet her.

After that day, everything seemed to fall into place.

Their meetings were often unplanned, but it was far too unbelievable that they’d run into each other more than five times a week - given his classroom was set across campus and he was the senior law teacher.

She didn’t complain, however. His gaze was intense, smirk faint, but there. Y/N never asked for it, but Mr. Chae surely agreed to it.

Mr. Chae’s pattern was all the same; never unchanging even when she walked to her boring Music Theory class. So, she never stopped greeting him a good morning - or a good afternoon if given the time.

But, as the weeks passed, she forgot how long it took until he finally broke, forcing her into a small study room and confessing that he was growing tired of all the formalities and occasional talking.

“Hyungwon.” His confession was abrupt and he was panting with nervousness at the lack of her answers. “My name is Hyungwon. I want you to be in my class come your senior year. I want something between us. I don’t want a fling, I want a relationship.”

His confession was met with silence. Even with the knowledge of running late for that stupid class, his whispering words rang through the air and beat around her pounding heart.

Yet, as she thought of his abrupt confession that happened two and a half years ago, she still couldn’t thank Mr. Yoo. Simply because their relationship was meant to be a secret. But the line between secrecy and truth was what made their relationship slightly crumble.

Y/N knew her patience was cracking, the knowledge that he was trying to protect her and their relationship was flattering, but it was also that same acknowledgment of him spilling such a secret to his close coworkers that had her seething were she stood.

“You did what?” The question was supposed to be calm, but her teeth were beared together in a hiss as her mind tried to process his words. “Are you - and you told me that I wasn’t supposed to say anything to anyone!”

She noticed the way his eyes did a quick scan of her face, trying to gauge out her emotions carefully. But his next words weren’t carefully picked out, not as he mumbled, “We aren’t fighting about this.” as he continued to clean his desk.

For a moment, the girl was blown away at the lack of care he held. His subtle reply was a practical smack to the face. Her laugh was forced - mainly to try to break the unwelcome tension that Hyungwon had welcomed into the room with such a blunt answer. Either way, the laugh came and it didn’t stop.

“I’m done.”

Those two words seemed to halt her lovers movements, his once blank expression all morphing into surprise, then shocked, then worry all at once.

“What do you mean, “You’re done”? You’re done with what?”

“This conversation! This! I don’t know!” Y/N gasped, the sudden frustration brewing through her blood faster than she could have imagined. “I need a break.”

“So that’s it? You’re leaving because I want to keep you safe. To keep US safe? Y/N, some of your friends are my students too! If word gets out about us, I’ll be the one taking the heat, not you.”

“Oh, but it’s ok for you to tell how many of your “friends” about us?!” At the end of the day, Y/N knew she was blowing this out of proportion. Maybe they could be trusted. Maybe they too held secrets that couldn’t be told. “Who are they?”

“You know I can’t tell you-“

“Right.” Once again her laugh held no amusement. “I think I should go.”

“Y/N wait,” Y/N heard the panic that broke through his voice. His desk was no longer a concern as his eyes were set on making it to the door just before her. “Are you still planning on coming over tonight?”

Maybe she’d slap Mr. Yoo too for having her meet such a selfish man.

“Goodnight Hyungwon.”

If Y/N knew one thing, it was that whenever Jungkook was deadly silent, his mind grew focused on things that shouldn’t be talked about. So, upon noticing his close friends sudden mood change and avoidance of him, the library silence that grew around the pair almost felt suffocating.

Jungkook was no doubt smart when given the right motivation. And when he had discovered her strange behavior, his mind tried to work out what exactly made her fall short in their close-knit friendship.

In truth, his silence made her uncomfortable.

Clearing her throat, she glanced over at her friend who had his head tucked in his arm, his eyes drifting towards the many books that surrounded their little corner. For a moment, she thought he had stopped breathing. His eyes remained unblinking as his breathing was almost too shallow for a healthy athlete.

But, the moment he shot up with an excited and knowing smile, her heart raced all the more. His eyes finally locked onto hers and that same smile shined so bright as if he had just figured out a prize winning riddle.

“You know that rumor that’s going around?” Jungkook’s first question was rather dumb seeing as they were in a university that was undoubtedly filled with plenty of rumors to share.

“Kook, there’s so many rumors. Even our professors share rumors.”

“That’s exactly what I’m getting at.” The moment he finished his sentence was the moment her heart started pounding in her chest. “I know you aren’t oblivious to the fact that Professor Chae has been even more moody lately. Now that I finally had time to think, you have been pretty moody, too. Almost as if you went through a fight.”

Now her heart was in her throat as she watched her closest friend piece together a puzzle that should never have been solved. Jungkook knew just about all the ins and outs of her. Her secrets could never be held for long, for even a little slip around him would have him catching on.

“Jungkook, I've just gotten back from Calculus. You know how Professor Im is and how ungodly the class is. Of course I’m going to be moody.” With a wave of her hand, she attempted to whisk his accusation out the window, but his head shaking only furthered her panic. “What? Do you really think I’d be caught in a stupid rumor? You know the Dean himself denies that those aren’t true. Why would I date one of the professors?”

“Then tell me this, why haven’t I met him?”

Y/N’s mind tried to scramble for some answer. Anything that would prove her innocence in the lie that she started drowning in. Yet, as the silence passed with the seconds, the smirk that grew on Jungkook’s face grew. That’s when she knew that he had figured it out and the Dean was one of the people that had known.

The mix of emotions that flashed through her body made her blood run cold. Almost as if she had caught her lover cheating except Hyungwon was loyal to her. Even amidst the fight, Hyungwon was suffering, too. But she couldn’t even confirm to her closest friend that Hyungwon was the man that stole her heart.

“Oh my gosh.” His smile was too bright, too excited for anything other than the fact that he had just learned her biggest secret to date. “You’re in a relationship with Pro-“

“Shut up.” Y/N hissed as her hand covered his blabbering mouth. She knew their corner was secluded, but the mere fact that anyone on campus could hear such a secret worried her even more. “You have to promise to keep this a secret!"

Even hours later, with the truth being brought to light, she couldn’t help but cuddle close to Jungkook. Her apartment was silent besides the tv that softly played in the background. With a groan, her hands fell limp on her side, while her head relaxed on his chest.

“Why am I so stupid? Oh course the Dean knows! Who else is in that little circle? God — who else knows? Why didn’t I tell you sooner? Why did I believe he’d truly keep his word?!”

Y/N knew the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she’d become. She knew that much the night she got home after her argument with Hyungwon. She knew he was a man that often kept his own secrets. Yet, she blamed herself for allowing him to do so.

Part of her felt dirty. That maybe those people knew a lot more than what she had told Jungkook the moment they got to her apartment. She only grew more frustrated at the man she called her boyfriend. At how his messages never even seemed to stop even when if she had continued to ignore him.

Y/N couldn’t blame her friend for the silence he provided. He was her temporary therapist while she spilled her life problems to him. After all, that’s practically what he signed up for the moment he deemed himself her best friend.

“Kookie, did you fall asleep?” Upon her calling his name, Jungkook gave her arm a slight flick, causing the girl to softly giggle to herself at her friends answer.

“I was falling asleep,” He joked, “What do you need?”

“Grab my phone and go through our messages. I just want you to see them.”

If Y/N could see the amusing smirk that spread across his face, she’d instantly regret the access she had given him.

Her phone was in his seconds, the same password being typed in almost immediately. It didn’t take long to find Hyungwon’s messages. Only instead of following her request, he aimed the camera down so he could capture the almost romantic gesture shared between the two.

With the picture saved and sent, his smirk continued as it showed “delivered”. He just needed to give her boyfriend that little push.

Y/N knew Jungkook shouldn’t have been trusted. Whether he had accidentally sent something to Hyungwon and deleted it mid-panic while she was asleep or deliberately taunted him behind her back, she knew he was the culprit behind the mass of angry texts that came from Hyungwon throughout the night causing her to turn. off her phone in the middle of the night to avoid the heat.

She wasn’t naïve about how her friend really was. When he wanted to test the water to see if it was just right, he would. If it was, hell would certainly break loose and she’d be there to pick up the pieces. That’s usually how it all went, anyways.

Her second mistake was turning off her phone. She had to admit she was an idiot to think that was her best bet, but her brain at 2:56 in the morning wasn’t really awake, so that idea of foolishly turning off her phone was the best she could think of. Her only class started at 2:00 so there was no need to worry.

Except, she should have worried. It wasn’t the chirping birds that woke her up around her usual 8:30 a.m time, rather it was the brightly held sun that found no issues in invading her privacy to wake her up. The panic that rushed through her bones was worse than the truth being revealed.

Not only had she fought with Hyungwon, dealt with the backfire of Jungkook’s stupidity, but she was well late for his class.

The halls were deadly silent as the time hit just shy of 15 minutes passed her due time. She hardly had time to look at her phone as she threw on a freshly washed dress, threw on some shoes and booked it out the door, but upon finally turning on the thing, the messages the never felt ending didn’t come from Hyungwon, this time they were from Jungkook.

Kookie: Hey, I got you coffee! Meet in the quad? [Sent: 1:30 P.M]

Kookie: You awake? It’s almost time for class and your coffee is getting cold. [Sent: 1:55 P.M]

Kookie: Oh god, Y/N. He was watching me come in. Like - his eyes were glued to my movements. Where are you?? [Sent: 2:01 P.M]

Kookie: Are you skipping class or just dead asleep? Professor Chae is so angry today. He just told Wendy to quit talking to Irene. She was just asking for a pencil for notes! [Sent: 2:10 P.M]

Reading over his texts made her all the more nervous and she hated how she stood outside of his classroom door - room 1515: Criminal Law - with her heart racing as she watched her boyfriend’s movements, fingers fast as he wrote on the chalkboard.

Sneaking into the room could be easy with his back turned to the board lecturing about whatever. So, with a deep breath, she took the opportunity to slip into the room where her eyes immediately found Jungkook's, who noticeably perked up at the sight of her.

“Miss L/N, you’re 15 minutes late.” Hyungwon’s tone was set in stone. The anger that kissed his lips and slipped out of his mouth to yell at her caused her to halt her movements. She turned to him, his own eyes narrowing wanting an explanation, maybe more if class wasn’t fully in session.

She didn’t reply to him. What was she to say exactly? “Sorry I’m so late, Hyungwon! I fell asleep cuddling up to my best friend Jungkook who did something he wasn’t supposed to and because of that I turned off my phone to ignore your questions?”

Yeah, right.

“You're never this late.” Jungkook started the moment she sat down, “What happened?!”

“You, you dickhead!” Y/N whispered through grit teeth. “Whatever stunt you pulled last night pissed him off. He was blowing up my phone until the dead of night. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Jungkook’s smile was sheepish. He knew what he had done, and the outcome was what he wanted it to be, but he had hoped the fallout wouldn’t fall on him - especially if the Professor had any part in it.

“It was to give him a push!”

“A push for what?!” Y/N seethed, hating how close Jungkook moved his seat. “To piss him off? To grow suspicious? I couldn’t even see what you sent him-”

“You’re 15 minutes late and you want to interrupt my lecture, Miss L/N?” No matter what it was, Y/N hated when he referred to her by her last name - and when he suddenly threw the class' attention on the two of them.

Even when she wanted to say something, her mouth remained shut and her head fell limp in defeat.

“He was staring at us the whole time since you came in.” Jungkook whispered to her the second Hyungwon turned his back to the class. “I fucked up last night and forgot to cover my tattoos. I think he realized it was me.”

Fucking idiot.

Silence soon filled the space between the two. It wasn’t like she was actually paying attention anyway; her mind fell between deep thoughts and observing Hyungwon's mood. The past few days of ignoring his texts seemed to affect him more than she had thought, and the once-kind Professor Chae had no care of who he snapped at and why.

It was easy to see it was her fault. After all, her ignoring him and everything that fell afterwards was mainly her doing. She could understand why he was so upset.

The sound of chairs moving and people starting to talk is what had her snapping from her thoughts. Glancing around she spotted Jungkook already by the door, instead of waiting for her, his smirk was evident as he slipped out amongst the crowd.

Bastard.

“Miss L/N, can I have a word with you?”

Jeon Jungkook. That bastard planned everything.

Cursing under her breath, her eyes followed as her boyfriend walked to the door waiting for the last student to leave with a smile so forced she was sure the student would’ve noticed it. As much as she tried, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he shut the door almost too calmly, the lock echoing across the room.

It was then that she noticed his face was void of any emotions, his eyes were blank and a scowl adorned his face.

“So,” He began, not moving from the door. He wasn't going to give her the chance to run. Not this time. “I see you’re quite friendly with Jungkook. Didn’t think we were on a break. I just thought my girlfriend wanted to be a brat because I wouldn’t let others know.”

“A brat?” The new nickname flew from her mouth in utter disbelief. “A break? Hyungwon, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t be asinine,” Hyungwon hissed. The moment his eyes met hers she felt a slight panic rush through her bones. “If you think for one second that I’m stupid, you’re wrong. I tried time and time again to have you come talk to me. But you continued to ignore me as if I didn't matter. How long did it take for you to run to him? You seemed pretty close to him according to that picture he sent.”

No matter what it was, she would find a way to ruin Jungkook's life. Not only for what was happening right now, but for deleting the picture off her phone. She hated how she wasn't aware of what the picture entailed.

“He’s my best friend, Hyungwon. The one I pushed away so he wouldn't grow suspicious of our relationship. What? Do you think I just went to him to get fucked? Grow up, Hyungwon. If I did, it wouldn't be your concern. After all, I’m “single” and everyone knows I’m not seeing anyone.”

She watched as something in Hyungwon snapped. His once almost-composed nature fell and something switched.

“Get on the desk.” His request was simple, yet it took her a moment to process it. Her eyes were wide and their staredown felt endless and suffocating from the silence the room provided. “I said, get on the fucking desk, Y/N.”

“Hyungwon-” Her words were cut off by his fast movements. In three quick strides his hands found her waist, pushing her back until her butt hit the back of his messy desk.

His lips were on hers the second she was forced to sit on the desk. The kiss was heated, the passion behind the millions of kisses they once shared gone with the past days. Hyungwon lips showed her no mercy, not once allowing her to catch up with the air that she might need.

A few days was far too much for Hyungwon.

He didn’t care how his tongue was forced into her mouth, he just enjoyed the moans that came from the back of her throat as she tried to fight him. He wasn’t letting her win this time.

“I don’t think you really fucked him,” He growled out the moment he broke the kiss. His fingers were now focused on her covered pussy, “I think you enjoy my cock too much. You just love to piss me off, huh? Love working me up so I can take my anger out on you.”

Even as he spewed words out, his mouth left bruises across her neck, done caring and done letting her walk around knowing that others didn’t know he fucked her raw.

Hyungwon showed no mercy the second he inserted two fingers into her. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of her drove her wild and she invited the feeling all the more.

Hyungwon had no care in the world about the mess he’d make.

Even with his eyes never leaving her own and her cries growing louder, it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted everyone to know that she was his.

“Fuck Hyungwon, I’m close—“ Yet, even the whine that she let out never deterred Hyungwon from feeling bad for stopping. He wanted her to cum around his cock, not his fingers.

Wasting no time, his cock was in his hands, positioning himself at her entrance. He was done waiting. He’d be damned about the consequences.

“This pussy is fucking mine.” He growled, enjoying the way her body moved with his. His thrusts were relentless and so were her moans. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want you louder than my fucking desk scraping this damn floor, understand?”

Even in her moaning state, Hyungwon heard the soft “yes” that left her lips.

Hyungwon watched as she threw her head back, the pure ecstasy flowing from her mouth and meeting his own for an unkept song. His own moans were animalistic, untamed, and unbothered about how loud he was being. His mind focused on how nice her pussy was feeling around his cock.

“I’m about to cum. Please, Hyungwon, let me cum. Please please please.”

The grunt that came from her boyfriend told her that it was ok, and in seconds the waves of her orgasm hit her strong and hard. Falling limp in his arms, Hyungwon soon reached his climax, cumming inside her with soft curses.

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Hyungwon was the first to speak after they both caught their breath. His lips left soft kisses along the inside of her wrist, showing her that he was no longer angry at what happened.

Though her smile was lopsided and her nod was tired, Hyungwon could see that she was alright.

“I think I’ll be a bit sore, but other than that, I’m ok.”

“Hey,” Now his attention was fully on her, “I’m sorry for everything. If you want to tell Jungkook about us I won’t stop you. It isn’t right for me to be allowed to have my friends know and yours not.”

“Oh, baby, he already knows.”

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