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The Decay of the Blossom - Chapter 23
Summary: Y/N’s life starts to change as her mother gets herself a new man after her father’s passing. A new school, a new life. Everything sounds too good to be true. Apparently, destiny has its own rules and that is something she will learn when destiny gives her some signs along her way.
CHAPTER 23
“I made dinner! I hope you are hungry.”, Jimin’s uncle screams as soon as he hears the front door open. He hears what sounds like shoes being thrown around. “Jimin?”
“Yes, me. Who else would come through an unlocked door?”, Jimin asks angrily. With the dishes in his hands, his uncle gives him a startled expression. Jimin had anything but a kind expression on his face whilst he breathed quickly. The rapid movement of Jimin's chest revealed to him that he was indeed running.
“Everything alright?”, his uncle wonders as he places the plates on the table. “Were you running? You are totally out of breath.”
“How could you...? Why would you...?”, Jimin groans. “Didn’t I... I asked you to...”
“I think I need more words to help you...”
“You went to school to talk about Y/N with her teachers? Who gave you the right to do so?”, he asks once he regains his breath. “Y/N told me that the drama teacher mentioned you.”
“I know you wouldn’t like it, but I think you might be right with your concerns.”, his uncle sighs as he puts the Spaghetti down. “I talked with a female colleague for almost all day at work before I decided to go down there.”
“I asked you not to do anything! Could you just once do what I ask you to do?”
“Jimin, I can’t. My job is to protect children.”, he explains as he sits down at the table. “If you like it or not, I will do what I think is right for the safety of a child.”
“You are saying...?”, Jimin sighs annoyed.
“Sit down and eat.”, his uncle demands. “Come on, let’s talk whilst eating dinner.” Jimin nods as he sits down. “I understand that this is not what you wanted to happen, but that is what I needed to do. Please understand, my job is my job. Trust me, if I could stay out, I would.”
“Could you not do your usual talk with her first? Normally you talk with the kids first before you step into action.”
“Not this time.”
“Why?”
“Because I watched her.”, his uncle says as he puts the Spaghetti onto his fork. “Mmhmm... Try it Jimin! Self-made spaghetti sauce.”
“You did what?”, Jimin wonders as his eyes become bigger.
“I made the Spaghetti sauce myself.”
“No!”, Jimin states frustrated. “You were watching her? For how long have you been watching her?”
“The kid of my colleague’s friend is going to your school as well. She filmed Y/N every now and then for me.” His words went easy from his lips which confused Jimin even more. Speechless, he watches his uncle eat. “You should really have some, it tastes so good!”
“You truly...?”, Jimin asks with his mouth full as he takes a full spoon of Spaghetti. Once he swallows his food, he leans his head against the back of his hand. “Is that even legal? I think you might be in trouble because of it.”
“Leave that to me. Anyway, I figured out that Y/N’s stepfather has some good connection to hide his aggressions. His connections were through money, as you probably have discovered by now.”
“So, he that is why he is so concerned about his reputation...”
“Yeah. Seems like that is the only thing that he stayed loyal to in his life.”
“Illegal stuff too?”
“Yes, but he can’t be taken to court as those payments were covered for other reasons, fake reasons. Multiple ones... Which means, every investigation on him regarding violence were dropped. They never made it to court.”
“He has never been punished for what he did?”
“Nope. Not a single one.”
“How many cases are there?”
“Some were former ex-girlfriends who suddenly said they lied to get money. Money transfer to those women left his account. Men he had fights with outside his home, were receiving money from him and they never once said that they want to press charges.”, the man sighs. “Jimin, if that eye and lip looked as you told me, I don’t know if he stops himself to not attack Y/N. The youngest victim of his was a nineteen-year-old boy.” A long breath leaves the man’s lips as he looks at Jimin. “Does Y/N have any sign of abuse?”
“Y/N did not have any blue spots or anything...”
“He stopped paying for her lunch.”
“He did? When?”
“I don’t know for how long I only know that he stopped the payment. She is no longer able to use her lunch card. This guy even told a teacher as she is not listening to him, she does not even get a cent from him for anything.”
“That is why she was not eating lunch...? That makes no sense at all.”
“To you it doesn’t.”, his uncle explains whilst pointing at his nephew with the fork. “For people like him, it makes total sense. Look, I only know from him from what Jinyoung’s dad told me, what the teachers told me, what you told me and what my friend was able to figure out. Put everything together and you get a selfish pig.”, Jimin’s uncle tells him angrily. “Keep an eye on her. Maybe she will let something slip...”
“I will pay more attention to her words.”, Jimin agrees. “I don’t think she will be allowed to, but maybe I can invite her over this weekend. If her father agrees.”
“Sounds good. Gives me a chance to read her body language.”
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“You are late!”, Y/N’s mother scolds as Y/N enters the front door. She stands in the open doorway, emotionless, looking at her mother. The scent of alcohol surrounds her like a fog.
“Yey I am home!”, Y/N cheers sarcastically. “I could not be happier.”
“Stop that nonsense! Why are you late?” Her mother's eyes may be empty, but her voice conveys how she actually feels about her daughter's delay.
“Because of you two! Did you have to make a scene like that every time you are at my school?”
“Every time? Y/N, they tried to rip your reputation apart!”
“Reputation? Which reputation, mom? I am a nobody in this school!”, Y/N yells as she loses control of her emotions.
“You are not a nobody, your name is Y/N Y/L/N. Don’t let people drag it down!” The more her mother talked, the more drunk she sounded.
“Since when do you care about reputation? Without all this fancy stuff and the money, you were such a better person!”
“Watch your mouth, young lady. Don't forget your boundaries.”, she warns as she quickly shuts the door.
“Mom, you told me not to care what people say when we had nothing. Now you care? Why? What has changed?”, Y/N wonders frustrated. “Why is this all so suddenly important?”
“Don’t embarrass your father at school by letting them talk about you like that!”
“My father is dead! This guy who is probably sitting drunk on the couch is not my father!”
“Don’t scream at your mother!”, her stepfather yells as he points to her room. “Go inside and be quiet. Nobody gives a shit what a little troll like you have got to say.” His clothing appears to have absorbed the smell of alcohol. His deep voice and slow speech were nearly terrifying.
“Better alone in my room than five more minutes with drunk people.”
“What did you just call us?”, her stepfather asks as he steps in front of her. “What... did you... just say?” His deep voice and slow speech were nearly terrifying.
“Leave me alone!”, Y/N says as calm as she could.
“Drunk people?”
“I want to go into my room, leave me alone!”, Y/N yells as she feels even more threaten by the man in front of her. Her mother takes a deep breath as she witnesses her husband hit her daughter across the face.
“Think about your words twice next time. Don’t get out of your room until tomorrow!” With the pain on her cheek, she walks into her room quickly without looking back at her mother. When she looks around her desk, she sees that everything but her notes, pencils, and school materials has vanished.
“Rex?”, Y/N asks with a shaking voice as she searches her room for her beloved stuffed animal. “Where the hell is it?” The longer her stuffed animal appears to be missing, the more concerned she becomes. When the nervosity takes a hold of her, the fear of losing her last memory of her father begins to rise. For a brief moment, the knock on the door allows her to forget about her worries.
“Eat some of these.”, her mother whispers as she looks at her. She didn't seem to notice the opening of her bedroom door. “Just some snacks but something at least.”
“Mom, where is Rex?”, Y/N wonders as she steps closer to her mother. “I left Rex right there on my desk.”
“I came home and everything was gone, Y/N. I think your father might have taken it.”
“What!?” The word escapes her tongue uncontrollably loud.
“Ssh!”, her mother shushes her. “Great...” Before Y/N could say anything else, her mother closes the door in front of her face.
“What were you doing in her room?”, her stepfather questions. When she did not response, footsteps were clear to hear. “I asked you a question.”
“I was listening if she was alright. You were pretty hard on her.”
“I was hard on her? She is too sensitive.”
“She is a teenager, consider your words a bit more.”
“The door was open. What did you do in there?” He must have come closer as Y/N can hear his voice very clear through the door. Stressed, she takes the snacks and puts them underneath her desk. Quickly, she places her backpack in front of it.
“Why does it matter?” As Y/N notices the movement of the door handle, she sits down on her bed. “Let her sleep!”, her mother says loudly which worked like a clue. Y/N picks up the blanket and lies down as fast as she could before the door opens.
“Sleeping, huh?”, the man says as he steps into the room.
“Honey, please let her sleep.”
“I can’t sleep with all the noise.”, Y/N lies. “Get out of my room!”
“I pay for this apartment, not you!” Slowly, he looks through the room. Y/N finds it difficult not to rage at him for taking Rex away from her. Even though it pains her so much, she understands it makes no sense to talk to him when he is intoxicated. “Do your studies first before you go to sleep!” With no further word, he leaves them alone.
“Mom, did you hear how he speaks to me?”
“That is just because of the stress.”
“Stress?”, she asks her mother as quiet as she could. “We almost have to whisper to even speak with each other. Do you think that it is normal?”
“Y/N. Everyone is different when in stress. He is just explosive.”
“That’s what you call it? Explosive?”
“Stop behaving like a toddler and stop speaking as you are an adult! You are normal, nice behaving kid. My child that I raised well and I know that you are not like what you behave like lately.”
“Mom, he took Rex!”
“It doesn’t matter! He can buy you a new stuffed animal if you need one so badly.”
“It is not about it being a stuffed animal! That was dad’s last gift before he passed away.”
“I understand that you still love your dad so much but you have a new father. It is time to move on.”
“How can you say that?”, Y/N sobs, unable to stop herself as the first tear falls from her eyes.
“We all must move on, Y/N. If you like to talk like an adult, be one for this matter.”
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Y/N did her best to hide the tears she had shed the night before. Losing Rex was the last thing she expected to happen to her. Fortunately for her, she had her headphones in her backpack while at school. She slips the headphones into her ears and turns on some upbeat music.
She would not often listen to this style of music, but it made her feel better than she had anticipated. She can hear what's going on around her because the music isn't too loud. It appears that leaving home so early today was a prudent decision, as few students were already at school. She arrives into the gym, exhausted from crying herself to sleep.
She rests down on one of the gym's mattresses because they are very comfortable. As the silence becomes more comfortable, she shuts her eyes and dreams away.
The sound coming from her headphones must have piqued someone's interest, for she can hear footsteps approaching. She sits up and turns in that way, concerned about who it could be. “What are you doing here?”, her friend Jin wonders as he steps next to the mattress.
“You scared me to death!”, Y/N laughs as she touches her chest. “I thought you might be a teacher.”
“Maybe in the future...”, Jin jokes as he does an eye roll. “I guess the space is empty?”, he wonders as he points to the spot next to her.
“Uhm, no. I came alone.”
“Cool. My spot then.” As her friends gets comfortable, she lies back down too. “What are you doing here by yourself?”
“I came too early and now I am trying to dream away.”
“Nice.”, he says as he takes a deep breath. “School is so nice with no other students around...”
“What were you doing here so early?”
“Just the typical school president, class president talk. They won’t miss me.”
“But you are the school president. Don’t you have to be like the strong voice?”
“Nope. I am only important if there are troubles between classes and teachers. Almost like a peacemaker. Otherwise, it is just a title.”
“If you say so.”, Y/N sighs as she places her hand on her stomach.
“Hungry?”
“Huh?”
“Are you hungry?”
“Just because I place an hand on my stomach, it does not mean I am hungry.”
“That is not what I meant... I am hungry and would try to get something from the store down the street. Do you want to come with me?”
“Not really.”
“I pay!”, Jin says with a wink.
“I pass, but thanks.”
“Anything you want?”
“Jin, I don’t want anything.”
“So, a little of everything?”
“Gosh, alright. I am coming with you, are you happy then?”
“Hell yeah. Let’s go!”, Jin commands as he gets up first. “Come on!”
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Masterlist.
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Can I see you tonight?
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Butt-Naked at the MGM ✨️
"How am I supposed to tell yah?
I don't wanna see you with anyone but me,
Nobody gets me like you.
How am I supposed to let you go?
Only like myself when I'm with you,
Nobody gets me, you do..."
Nobody Gets Me - SZA
Summary- You were no stranger to surprises when it came to dating Mark Tuan, but nothing could prepare you for what you would learn on your one-year anniversary; your sweet, shy, and respectable boyfriend was a closeted freak.
Warnings - cursing, explicit sex, spanking, edging, biting, bondage
Genre- Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) idol!got7, female! reader
Pairing- Female Reader x Mark Tuan
Length- she's super long, mama. So get some wine 'cuz it's story time.
You savored the lingering taste of the wine on your lips, casting a drunken yet longing gaze at Mark Tuan, your striking boyfriend. His allure was impossible to resist, and tonight, he seemed to have cranked it up a notch. His black hair was brushed back, and a few strands dangled free over his eyebrows, tempting you further.
So damn gorgeous. You sighed to yourself.
The gleam of his diamond studs and Cuban link danced in the soft candlelight of your private table, accentuating his devilish charm. Your eyes couldn't help but descend to the bottom button of his open shirt, revealing his chest and a tantalizing mole. Mark's visuals were utterly provocative, though he seemed oblivious as he perused the drink menu.
As you continued to admire Mark's enticing form, your thoughts wandered to the past year you'd spent together. Mark had always been the perfect gentleman. He was polite, funny, respectful, treated, and sexed like a queen. You loved how he doted on you and made you feel special. But there was always something about him that seemed reserved... like he was holding back. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but there was an air of mystery surrounding him.
Mark finally looked up from the drink menu, his dark eyes locking with yours. A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips, and he reached across the table, his hand finding yours. "You seem lost in thought," he said, his voice low and seductive.
"Just reminiscing," you replied, your voice husky, your eyes never leaving his. "It's been an incredible year."
Mark's fingers tightened around yours, and his gaze deepened. "It has been incredible," he agreed, his tone filled with meaning. "One of the best years of my life."
Your heart fluttered in response to Mark's sincere admission.
"Before I met you, I felt content with my life. I had a sense of fulfillment in everything I had achieved so far, and my drive kept me moving forward." Mark glanced at your hands clasped in his.
"Then I met you, and time seemed to stop in a way I never imagined. You've taught me the beauty of slowing down and truly savoring every precious moment."
Mark's tender confession rendered you breathless; a soft 'I love you' slipped past your glossed lips.
"I love you too." His thumb, adorned with a ring, tenderly caressed your cheek.
His undeniable thoughtfulness and sweetness couldn't be ignored. However, the harsh reality of the situation was sinking in rapidly, akin to the Thunderbird you had knocked back earlier...
You were horny as all hell.
"We still got the rest of the night to celebrate. Why don't we get another drink and get out of here?" Mark traced the menu with his slender finger. "What do you want, baby?
"I think I've found exactly what I want," you said, your voice laced with anticipation.
Mark's eyes sparked with intrigue as he looked at you. "Yeah?" he purred, leaning in closer.
You leaned in as well, your lips almost touching, your words a whisper. "I want you, Mark," you confessed, your gaze locked with his, brimming with desire.
Mark's breath caught in his throat as your words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere between you two. The restaurant noises seemed to fade away, leaving only the intimate bubble of your shared desire. You triggered something in him. Mark scooted his chair closer, his lips brushed gently against your ear.
"Want me?" His warm breath tingled your skin. "And how bad you want me, y/n?"
Your heart skipped a beat at your boyfriend's teasing response.
"Badly."
A slow, knowing smile spread across Mark's face. "Well, then," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I think I can arrange that. You ready for your surprise?"
"Surprise? Where are you taking me?"
He downed his glass of Thunderbird, anticipation growing as Mark discreetly signaled the waiter, asking for the check. In a swift exchange, you both exited the restaurant, hand in hand, bound for a destination where your desires could unfold.
He maintained an air of mystery leading you to a waiting car. Soon, the shimmering lights of Las Vegas enveloped you. The MGM Grand stood tall in the distance, and to your surprise, Mark had secured a balcony suite, a sight that left you astonished.
"Mark, this is beyond amazing," you marveled, your eyes scanning the balcony suite's luxurious details.
Mark's smile radiated warmth, a glint of modesty in his demeanor. "I'm glad you like it. I know I was on the road for a while, so I wanted to make it up to you."
"You really outdone yourself, I don't know how I'm gonna top this." you replied playfully.
With a soft chuckle, he waved off the compliment. "You're important to me. Seeing you smile is everything."
His words resonated deeply, and you took his hand, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Mark. I feel incredibly lucky to have you."
He met your gaze, sincerity evident in his eyes. "I'm lucky to have you, too."
As the night embraced the glittering skyline, Mark and you found yourselves cuddling on the balcony of the suite, clinking glasses filled with chilled champagne. The city below was alive with a symphony of lights and distant laughter, casting an enchanting aura around you both. The cool evening breeze danced through your hair as you leaned against the balcony railing, savoring the moment.
"I could stay up here forever..." You sighed.
"Me too," Mark's arm tightened around you. "But why don't we take this cuddle session inside?"
"I'd love to." You playfully kissed your boyfriend on the nose before turning towards the door.
Your body stops short when Mark grabs your wrist.
"Can I have a kiss first?" A smirk appeared on his lips.
"Of course," you whispered, pressing your lips against his.
The kiss was sweet and passionate, a tender dance between your lips. Mark's arms encircled you, pulling you closer as his kisses became deeper and more intense. He smelled of expensive cologne and tasted like champagne, a taste which you quickly fell in love with. His hands moved down to grab a handful of you, and you could feel the heat building between you. Mark had never been this handsy.
You couldn't help but feel excited by this sudden change in his behavior.
"Mm... Mark," you gasped. "We should... probably head inside..."
"Why?" he breathed, his voice husky.
"Because..." you said, a sultry grin curling your lips. "We're starting to get a little carried away out here, and someone might see us."
"I'm sorry", He blushed slightly. "My mind is kinda in the gutter right now."
"Oh, really? I can't tell."
He let out a soft chuckle and released you, his eyes full of lust. "C'mon, let's go inside."
You agreed, biting your lip.
As Mark guided you into the luxe suite, the thrill of the moment intensified. Finally settling onto the plush king-sized mattress, the softness of the sheets against your skin added to the intoxicating atmosphere. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had quietly entered the room amidst the sensation, his presence unnoticed in your heightened sensory bliss.
"You seem comfortable," he commented, his voice a soft whisper in your ear.
"Mmhm," you sighed, your eyes closed, body relaxed.
Mark's arms slowly slid around your waist, his lips pressed to the side of your neck as he placed his body weight next to yours.
"What's gotten into you other than that Thunderbird?"
"I'm not sure," Mark admitted, a slight hint of embarrassment in his tone. "I guess I'm just a bit worked up tonight."
"Is that so?"
You felt Mark's smile against your skin, his hand tracing up the curve of your spine. "Maybe," he teased. "Does that make you uncomfortable?"
"No, not at all." You turned to meet his eyes, your hand gently caressing his face. "In fact, I like it. You're usually so... reserved. I'm into this side of you."
Mark smiled sincerely. "I'm happy to hear that. You've opened my eyes to a lot of new things. I'm learning more about myself every day."
You kissed him, a gentle, yet passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, your hands began to explore his body, feeling the contours of his chest beneath his shirt. Mark's hands found their way to a familiar area, his touch electric against your skin. The sensations of desire and intimacy filled the room, blending with the soft, sensual lighting.
Mark pulled back slightly, his seductive gaze locked on yours.
"You know, it's been an amazing year, so, I want to make tonight a little different," he said, his voice a seductive whisper. "I'm going to give you a taste of what I've learned."
"And what exactly have you learned, Mr. Tuan?"
"To be honest, I've always had these fantasies, but I was too shy to bring them up before."
You looked at him in surprise. This was definitely not what you were expecting. But instead of being shocked or put off, you felt a surge of arousal at the thought of exploring Mark's hidden desires.
"I'm all yours tonight," you said with a smile. "Don't need to be shy around me. We have been together for over a year after all."
Mark's face flushed with excitement and relief.
"I'm not as vanilla in bed as I've been letting on," he admitted. "When we have sex, as much as I love it, I fantasize about doing the nastiest things to you."
"Nasty, huh?" You purred, tracing your finger along his jawline. "Tell me, what kind of nasty things have you wanted to do to me?"
Mark's gaze darkened, a look of pure desire in his eyes. "You really want to know?"
"I do," you confirmed, your voice soft, yet laced with a hint of intrigue.
"Are you sure?" he asked anxiously.
"Absolutely," you replied with a reassuring smile.
Mark's hesitation disappeared. His dark gaze bored into yours, the intensity of his emotions reflected in his eyes.
"Well, for starters," Mark's hand teased your inner thigh. "I've always wanted to pour oil all over that pretty skin of yours."
"You want to massage me?" You grinned, amused by his choice of fantasy.
"Not just massage," His lips traveled closer to your ear. "But tease, pinch, spank..."
"Mark Tuan, are you into BDSM or something?"
Mark's lips curled into a seductive smile. "That.." he said, his hand creeping higher, his fingers lightly brushing your panties. "And among a few other kinks. Is that okay?"
A wave of desire crashed over you at the realization of what Mark was hinting at. You nodded slowly, your breath quickening as you started to feel a familiar sensation growing in your thighs.
Mark stood up off the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt in the most torturous fashion. Slowly exposing his chest and tattoos inch by inch. "Can I show them to you?"
"Sure," you breathed, distracted by the strip show your boyfriend was putting on.
His buttoned shirt slowly slid off his toned shoulders and fell to the floor. "I need a yes or a no, beautiful."
You felt your core pulse at the request. "Yes."
Mark walked over to the closet, opened the door, and disappeared from view. You could hear the sound of hangers moving and then the rustling of cloth. He returned, holding a black satin tie in his hands.
"May I?"
You nodded and closed your eyes as he gently tied the fabric around your head, making sure you couldn't see. Your senses were on high alert, acutely aware of every movement, every sound, and smell. You felt the bed dip as Mark climbed on top of you, his weight pressing into the mattress, his heat radiating toward you. His breath was warm on your cheek as he leaned close.
"Is that comfortable?" he whispered.
"Yes," you sighed.
His hands traced the contours of your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation of not being able to see heightened the experience, making every touch, every kiss, every whisper of breath feel magnified.
Mark kissed your neck softly. "I've been waiting to get this dress off of you..." he said.
You felt his fingers slowly unzipping the front of your dress, exposing your bare chest. Your nipples hardened under his touch, and you gasped as his tongue flicked against the sensitive flesh. His lips trailed a hot path down your neck and across your collarbone, before circling around your hardened nipple. He suckled greedily, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. You writhed under his touch, your hips arching into his.
"So damn responsive..." Mark murmured.
You felt his mouth leave your skin, and the sound of him pulling the bottom half of your dress reached your ears.
Suddenly, you felt a cool, smooth sensation on your skin, followed by a sweet scent that filled the air. It took a moment for you to realize that Mark was drizzling warm oil onto your body.
The oil was slick and luxurious as Mark's hands glided over your skin, massaging away any tension or stress. His touch was confident and skilled, kneading your muscles with just the right amount of pressure.
As the massage continued, you felt yourself becoming more and more relaxed, surrendering to the sensations that were coursing through your body. The combination of the warm oil and Mark's expert touch had you melting into the bed.
"Mm... that feels so good," you moaned.
Mark chuckled. "Good, 'cause I'm about to make it feel even better," he murmured.
His hands traveled down to your legs, kneading the tense muscles there. You felt the mattress shift as Mark positioned himself between your legs, his fingers deftly slipping under the edge of your panties.
A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers began to work their magic on your most sensitive areas, his touch gentle yet firm. Your body trembled in anticipation, knowing that Mark's talented fingers were mere moments away from sending you into ecstasy.
You cried out as his fingers finally made contact with your slick, throbbing core, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. Mark's pace increased, and he circled your clit, his fingers slipping and sliding through your folds. You gripped the sheets as you arched your back, desperate for more.
Mark's breath was warm against your skin as he leaned close, whispering into your ear.
"You're soaking wet, baby," he urged, his voice low and commanding. "You've been wanting this all night, huh?"
"So...badly..." You blushed into the bed sheets, turning your head away from your boyfriend's filthy speech.
"Am I making you shy?" Mark teased and planted kisses on your neck between each word. "I can stop if it's too much... but something about the way you won't stop squeezing around my fingers tells me you don't want me to."
Usually, the most you'd get out of Mark during sex was a couple of moans and a few curses, which you never complained about. But his sudden rolodex of vulgarity was completely unexpected, giving you the ultimate sensory experience.
"I want you to cum for me," he urged, his voice low and commanding.
You shuddered as your orgasm hit, waves of pleasure washing over you, soaking your panties. Your body trembled and quaked, a guttural moan escaping your lips. As the intensity of the climax faded, you slumped against the bed, utterly spent. You were vaguely aware of the sound of the oil bottle being placed on the nightstand, and then Mark's weight shifted on the bed.
"Open your eyes, baby," he cooed, gently pulling the silk from your eyes.
As you opened your eyes, the world came into focus. Your body was glistening with oil, and Mark was hovering above you, his gaze filled with admiration.
"You are so fucking gorgeous," he said. "How did I get so lucky?"
A blush tinged your cheeks.
"I could say the same for you."
Mark leaned in and kissed you passionately.
"You're the best gift I've ever had," he whispered.
His words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you found yourself craving more.
"What are you gonna do with me now?"
"Hmm," Mark contemplated while he touched the oil slick on your skin. "I should clean up my mess, shouldn't I?"
His lips reconnected to your chest, planting delicate kisses on your collarbone, and travelling down to your stomach. He planted a final kiss beneath your belly button before looking up at you with innocent eyes.
"Can I kiss you down here, babe?"
Your heart raced as you looked down at him with desire. You couldn't believe how much you wanted him right now. You nodded without a word, biting your lip in anticipation.
"How about a little biting?" Mark added. "I promise I won't do it hard."
Your heart was pounding in your chest as he looked up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. You couldn't help but groan in pleasure at his words, already imagining the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin.
"Yes," You breathed.
His lips found their way back to your stomach, trailing down to the apex of your thighs. His fingers dug into your hips as he planted open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you with his tongue. You let out a gasp as his teeth grazed your sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He looked up at you with a wicked smile, knowing full well the effect he was having on you.
"More," you whimpered, your body arching towards him.
He obliged, his teeth sinking deeper into your skin as you moaned in ecstasy. It was all you could do to grip the sheets as he continued his assault, his tongue lapping at the sting he had left behind.
You were practically shaking at this point, your body begging for him to give you what you needed.
"Ready for a little love bite?" he asked again. The words made you tremble and your body ached for more. You nodded in response, signaling that you were ready.
"I always wanted to nibble on these thighs of yours." His teeth sank deeper into your thigh as he spoke.
"I've been wanting to kiss on them, too." He said between bites. You moaned softly at his words and felt yourself getting wetter.
His mouth was hot against your thigh, and your eyes shut closed as he moved to the other leg. "And I've been wanting to taste them." He whispered, his wet tongue drawing circles on your skin. Your thighs started to shake as you tried to hold your composure. His hands held your thighs still, not allowing you to move.
"Please". You begged him.
Mark's dark eyes darted up at you. "Please, what?" He asked as he licked on your panty line.
You moaned loudly and arched your back, as you struggled to get the words out. "Please, babe... stop torturing me." You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to feel his soft lips on your core. He smiled and nodded at you, as he began to drag the corner of your panties down with his teeth.
Without a word, Mark pressed his lips to your entrance, forming a seal around your folds with his tongue. He touched all of the inner walls of your wetness with it, rotating it around before pushing forward, exploring the depths of you.
Mark moaned, sending waves of pleasure through your body with every stroke of his tongue. His fingers gripped your hips as he pulled you closer to him and buried his face in your crotch. His tongue darted down your slit as he tried to push it inside of you. Your hands shot down to his hair, fighting the urge to scream as his tongue explored your inner walls.
It wasn't long till Mark felt your walls pulsing against his tongue, signaling that you were close. Your hips started to buck against his face as your orgasm neared and Mark quickly pulled his mouth away from you. You let out a disappointed whine as he pulled his face away from your dripping entrance.
"Did you like that, babe?" Mark asked, licking his lips seductively.
"Mhmm," You opened your eyes and met his gaze, too horny to even speak properly. "Why did you stop?"
"I'm edging you," Mark smirked devilishly. "It's pretty cruel of me, actually."
"I don't mind," you replied, a pleading look in your eyes.
"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "You must be as much a freak as I am then, huh?"
Your heart skipped a beat as you heard his words.
"Please, Mark. I need you to do it again."
"Oh, I'll do it, babe." Mark's voice dripped with lust.
He bit his lip at you with a playful grin and then leaned forward to kiss you, his soft lips enveloping yours as he reached down with his hand. His fingers reached your entrance and he pushed them inside of you, stroking your clit with his thumb as he did so.
You moaned into his mouth as you felt his tongue flicker against yours, eagerly kissing him back as he continued to explore you. You bit his lip and gripped his hair, pulling him closer as he groaned into the kiss.
You could feel your orgasm building again as he continued to thrust his fingers back and forth inside of you, his thumb moving in circles around your clit. His lips left yours and traveled down to your neck as he nibbled on it, pushing you over the edge in the process.
You felt a rush of pleasure as your release squirted out of you, coating Mark's hand as he eagerly lapped it up. His tongue darted down to your entrance, lapping up every drop of fluid as your orgasm subsided.
"That was so sexy," Mark said, lifting his head up to look at you. "But I think it's time to take it up a notch, babe."
You let out a moan of compliance as Mark let his fingers slide out from you. You watched in anticipation as he placed his hand on his crotch, undoing the button on his jeans with a quick flick of his fingers.
"Fuck me, Mark."
Mark teasingly shook his head, pulling his pants down. "Patience, baby. I still want to tie you up."
A shiver ran down your spine as you saw his lustful stare. He moved towards the bedposts and slowly wrapped your upper body with his extra ties. As Mark's gaze roamed over your body, you could feel heat radiating from him.
"Mm. Mm. Mm," he said, his tone full of lust. "You look so sexy like this."
"You don't look too bad yourself," you replied, admiring the sight of his tattooed physique.
He leaned forward, his lips inches from yours. "I want you so badly." he breathed, his eyes heavy with desire. "I can't wait to fill you up."
You felt your body react to his words, your core pulsing with need. Mark loomed over you, both hands resting on the sides of your head. His skin gently teased your wet clit.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly.
Your body tensed at the sensation of his lips against yours. "Yes."
With a wicked grin, he slowly plunged deep inside you, filling you completely.
"Oh, fuck..." he exclaimed, a soft moan escaping his lips.
The sensations were unlike anything you'd experienced before, and you could feel your walls tightening around him, milking him for every drop.
"Is this good?" Mark murmured against your ear, his breath tickling your neck.
Your response was incoherent mumbles.
Mark continued thrusting, his fingers clenching in your hair as he pinned you to the bed. The intense sensation quickly caused you to reach an almost unbearable level of arousal, your body throbbing in time with Mark's movements. He pulled out slightly, then plunged deeply inside you again, eliciting a muffled scream.
You felt yourself tightening up around him, trying to milk him even more, but you couldn't help it. You were so close. Mark's mouth found its way back to yours, kissing you passionately as he moved inside you.
"Baby...," Mark urged, pulling out even further. "If you keep on getting tighter, like this, I'm not gonna last."
His pace quickened, his breathing getting heavier as he neared his climax. He let go of your hair, bringing his hand to cup your face.
You felt him twitch inside of you, and the warmth of his release flooded your insides. Ecstasy-ridden cries left your lips as your own orgasm followed soon after.
"Fuck, you're so amazing," he groaned, burying his face into your neck. "I love you so much."
With his weight pressing down on top of you, you could barely breathe. Your heart pounded rapidly as if trying to escape your chest. You tried to relax and catch your breath, to regain some sense of composure. When you looked up, you found yourself gazing into Mark's intensely brown eyes, full of love and desire.
"I love you, too." You sighed, short of breath.
"Do you want to stop?" Mark whispered in your ear. "You seem tired."
"No, don't stop."
"I won't then."
Mark slowly pulled out and reached up to undo the ties around your arms and chest. "Sit up for me," he whispered, grabbing your hand restraints.
"Turn around for me, baby," He helped you to get on your knees, your arms behind your back, then positioned himself behind you. "Damn..." he exclaimed as he ran his hand over your hips and ass. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing right now."
He kissed down your back and began to softly massage your ass. His fingers occasionally trailed between your thighs, but he held himself back from touching you there. "Look at you..." he groaned softly. "I can see how much you want me just by looking. You're so beautiful."
Your heart ached at his words. "I do."
"How much?" he asked, pressing into you from behind. His erection rubbed against the wetness between your legs, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.
"I've been thinking about this all night." You moaned.
"All night?"
He teased one finger into you and you gasped, rotating your hips so that he would push deeper inside. "Ohh," you groaned as a second finger joined the first.
"Ever since dinner." He thrust into you and you felt yourself tighten around him. The sensation only lasted a moment before Mark withdrew his fingers entirely. You whimpered. He smacked your ass before his fingers glided over your core. A soft moan escaped your lips as he slowly caressed it. He pulled back to spank you again before shoving further inside you. A whispered curse left his lips before smacking your skin once more and watching it tremble.
He gently grasped the front of your neck and pulled your head up off the bed. "Put your hands on the headboard for me, love. Keep your ass up high," he commanded. You obeyed, and he held your hips as he began to drill you deep and hard.
Your arms were bound, so you relied on your hips and lower back to support you. Your face and chest were pushed against the mattress, but you didn’t mind. The sensation of him thrusting into you had taken over your entire being. You locked eyes with him as he moved further and further in, hovering a mere inch from your back. When he brought one hand around to rub your clit, it sent shockwaves through your body. You bit into the sheets to silence a scream. You shook as the pleasure started to build within every fiber of your being - building, building until it felt like the whole world was crumbling around you.
"That's it," Mark breathed.
His hand reached forward again to find its way to your sensitive clit once more, and the sudden intensity caused you to cry out. Your heart raced and your mind spun wildly as your body seemed to be consumed in flames.
"Mark," you gasped, barely able to put any words together. "I'm gonna-"
"I got you, babe," he replied. "Let go."
Finally erupting in a blissful wave, your muscles tightened around him as if never wanting to let go. Mark's hand was still firmly held on your clit as he thrust into you one final time, his own orgasm overtaking him. As he squeezed your hip with both hands, his thrusts grew more erratic, until with one final thrust, he pushed himself as far inside you as he could.
You felt him tense up and let out a deep moan as he thrust one last time, his liquid love flowing into you. Your body shuddered as you felt his entire length throbbing inside you. You couldn't breathe, your body shaking with the intensity of the moment. He slowly pulled away from you, but before you could move, he held you tightly in his arms.
"Are you all right?" His voice was soft and gentle.
"Mmm hmm," was all you managed to reply.
He chuckled softly, his hands caressing your back. "Good. Me too."
Mark held you close, pulling you into him as he collapsed on the bed. His lips pressed lightly against your neck as he kissed your warm flesh. Everything about him felt comforting and intimate; his mouth was gentle, his movements slow and deliberate.
Finally, you opened your eyes and looked at him. His dark eyes stared back into yours as a gentle smile appeared on his face. His hair was a poofy mess sticking out this way and that, while a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead. He looked happy.
You smiled back at him with a racing heart; then said, "You were right."
"About what?" he asked.
"You are kinky," you replied with a grin.
He laughed heartily at your statement and the sound made you laugh too.
"Yes," he said with a playful smile, "but I think you liked it though; you couldn't help it."
"I loved it," you answered honestly, looking deep into his eyes.
He kissed you again, pressing his lips softly against yours as you kissed him back.
It felt like heaven.
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Give Me That Chance
Request: Good morning! If requests are still open, can I get #17 with Jackson Wang please? Thank you for all your writing efforts and allowing us to submit ideas. ♥️
Prompt:
17) Your friend (who is already dating one of the members) sets you up with your bias.
Pairing: Got7 Jackson x Reader
Genre: Fluff
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"Try on the pants, Y/N," your friend, Cass, hissed from across the clothing rack.
"I don't even like pants," you muttered, flipping quickly through the bell bottoms she had been trying to talk you into.
"Fine," she sighed. "What about this top?"
She held up something much smaller and slinkier than you would normally wear, causing you to make a face.
"Why not try something new?" she beckoned. "It's much more fun than what your brain is telling you it is."
"How would you know that?" you hummed. "My brain is very convincing."
Cass paused with a huff to check her phone. Looking back up at you, she lifted a brow. "You have approximately ten minutes to find something and try it on."
"Why ten minutes?" you asked, looking up in confusion. If you remembered correctly, you had both cleared your calendars for the day to spend some time together.
"Yugy-" she started, but you immediately scoffed.
"You're really bailing on me for Yugyeom?" you sighed. While a small ember of anger sat heavily in your gut, you understood on some level. With his unconventional job and complicated schedules, Cass had to take what time she could. It still didn't make the burn sting any less.
"Not bailing," she said, tilting her head. "You are more than welcome to join us-"
"No thank you," you nodded. If you had to awkwardly stand by while they swapped spit again, you would simply vomit on both of them.
"You're not going to be a third wheel if that's what you're thinking."
Of course that was what you were thinking.
"Jacks-"
You lifted a hand. "I'll stop you there."
"Oh come oooon," she groaned, following you as you walked away from the pants you hadn't wanted anyway. "If you just gave him a chance."
"He has one volume, Cass," you said, spinning around. "And it's loud."
"You've just never been around him in a nice, calm setting," she coaxed.
"Because you've only ever invited me to parties he's hosted," you said with an eye roll. "Why is he hosting so many parties anyway?"
She shrugged.
"I know he means well," you nodded. "He's just...a lot."
"Maybe you could use a lot," she sighed. "Haven't you ever thought of pushing your own boundaries? Having someone who could be a safe place for you AND provide encouragement when you were presented with opportunities that you weren't necessarily comfortable with?"
You blinked at her, trying to formulate a response. She wasn't totally off base, and you couldn't help but be annoyed by it.
Wiggling her brows, she lifted up the top you had hoped she abandoned. "Be a little reckless, Y/N."
Groaning, you snatched the garment from her. "Fine."
..
You pulled helplessly at the crisscrossing straps of the shirt you were wearing. It was complicated and took you at least ten minutes to figure out how to wear (based solely on trial and error). Now that you were in it, you couldn't lie to yourself. It was hot.
"Cass?" you called from the dressing room. "Do you want to see?"
After waiting for a few seconds in silence, you gripped the curtain door and slid it open.
"Well, damn," a voice that you weren't expecting growled.
Your eyes grew wide as you stared at someone you hadn't expected to see so soon. Jackson.
Squeaking, you stepped backward and yanked the curtain closed.
"Good to see you too," he chuckled.
You remained still, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Where was Cass?
"If it's not too much of an intrusion," Jackson chimed, pulling at the curtain. You looked up, scandalized, but quickly calmed as you saw he had a hand covering his eyes. "I would really like to stare at you a little longer in that."
You closed your eyes and scoffed. He was impossible, but you appreciated the ask for consent. Letting out a calming exhale, you opened your eyes again and dropped your arms.
Peeking through a gap he made in his fingers, he let out a low whistle. "Y/N, I didn't realize you could even look like that."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you snapped, mildly offended but not entirely sure for what reason.
"I didn't mean it negatively!" he laughed, putting his hands up between the two of you. "I've just never seen you dressed in anything like this before."
"Jackson," you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Why are you here and what have you done with Cass?"
"Cass invited me here," he grinned. "She said you wanted to shop, but she had a dinner thing planned with Yugyeom."
Traitor.
"If my vote matters at all," he hummed, still unable to take his eyes off of you. "We should invest in that top."
Not long after you had closed the "door" of the dressing room, Jackson appeared at least another five times, announcing his presence with a "psst." Throwing clothes at you with each visit, it wasn't long before you were convinced you had modeled every piece of clothing the store had to offer.
Including the pants you had wanted nothing to do with.
After every outfit change and minutes of prolonged complaining, Jackson was generous with his compliments. When he didn't particularly like a style, he made sure to praise your own appearance and make sure you didn't feel like your body was the issue.
It was honestly one of the sweetest and most fun experiences you had ever had.
Once it was all over, he had even pulled his wallet out to pay. After a heated whisper-shout conversation at the counter, he eventually gave in only when you said you would get ice cream with him afterwards (and allow for him to treat of course).
...
You begrudgingly held the shopping bag at your side and held an ice cream cone in your opposite hand.
"This is so fun," Jackson smiled, walking happily beside you. It was difficult to be grumpy with someone so positive fluttering around you, but you were still a little irritated with the ambush.
"Mmm," you grumbled, licking the ice cream before it started to dribble down your hand.
"What flavor did you get?" he asked. Before you could answer, he took a bite out of the top of your scoop.
"Jacks!" you gasped, trying to decide if his action was gross or amusing. You guessed it depended on his oral hygiene.
"Mm chocolate chip cookie dough," he nodded. "Solid choice."
You let out a surprised, but small chuckle.
"Want some?" he asked, tilting his own ice cream your way.
"I'm good," you smirked, shaking your head.
"Suit yourself," he sighed, taking another long lick. "It's cream cheese and it's delicious."
Against your better judgement, you found yourself staring a little too hard at Jackson's actions. Sure, you had always taken him as Yugyeom's annoying friend, but you couldn't deny just how attractive he was. His focus in the direction of his ice cream cone only amplified that.
Get yourself together, Y/N.
Finally shaking the embarrassingly sexy cobwebs from your mind, you looked up to find Jackson watching you, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"What?" you croaked.
"You sure you don't want a taste?" he prodded, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
You weren't entirely certain if he was still talking about the ice cream or not.
"No thank you," you tried to say calmly, but felt your voice crack on the words.
Chuckling to himself, he motioned toward the opposite end of the food court. "Do you see them?"
Narrowing your eyes, you tried to pay attention to the couple he pointed out. They were a little older than you, both staring at each other lovingly over a romantic meal of Subway.
"I do."
"What do you think their story is?"
You shook your head and looked at Jackson again. "What do you mean?"
"Are you telling me you've never made-up backstories for complete strangers before?" he asked, lifting his brows.
"I-well, not-" you stuttered. You supposed you had, but it had never been pointed out so plainly before.
"There are so many joys in this life you have yet to experience," Jackson clucked, taking your mumbling as a "no." "I'm glad we're on this date so I can show you."
"This isn't a date," you said, rushing the words out.
Patting your knee with his free hand, he looked at you knowingly.
Shit, this was kind of a date now, wasn't it?
"Now, back to business," he insisted. "Tell me what you think about the guy."
Letting out a sigh, you decided to play his game. "I dunno. Clean cut, good looking, probably makes okay money."
"Now that we've established that you do have eyes and can see out of them," he laughed. "Tell me what you think about him, Y/N. What does he do in his spare time? Do you think that's his only girlfriend?"
"I'm sorry, what?" you gasped. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"While I'm a monogamous creature myself," he hummed. "Most guys around our age are not."
You furrowed your brow, trying to see across the food court to get a better look at the guy. "You know, he does kind of look like a dick."
"My thoughts exactly," he laughed. "I bet he works in Sales at his company. He thinks he's the hot shot. This girl works at the office with him and he finally sweet talked her into casually hanging out this weekend."
Jackson grinned from ear to ear before turning toward you. In the course of your conversation, you had both finished your food. "Now here's a question."
You crossed your arms, fixing him with a stare. Trying not to smile, you nodded your head, waiting to hear more commentary.
"What would people say if they were giving us a backstory?"
Your heart fluttered at the question. Opening your mouth to rush out something sarcastic, you paused. The way he looked at you was so open. You knew you had snubbed him so many times before, did he really deserve your attitude now?
"You first," you said quietly.
"Well," he started, making a show of assessing you, then himself. "I see a guy who has liked someone since the moment he met them."
Your mouth popped into an "o" shape of surprise. You knew Jackson harbored what you assumed was a schoolyard crush on you, but you had never considered taking him seriously. How could you when he was the definition of unseriousness?
He watched your reaction, his own expression unreadable. "And that someone is giving themselves every reason they can think of not to like him back."
You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He wasn't wrong.
"Good assessment," you cringed.
During all of this talking, you weren't sure when your annoyance morphed into enjoyment. You instantly acknowledged Jackson being the cause for that change.
"So why is that?" he asked, tilting his head. "What's there not to like?"
"Do you really want the answer to that?" you teased.
"Okay, maybe not," he laughed. "I know when I'm pressing my luck and I don't really want hurt feelings today."
"Jacks," you sighed, shaking your head. A mental switch had flipped. "I guess I've never really given you a chance, have I?"
"Not even a tiny one," he smiled. He was so good natured; you weren't sure why he would even continue to try with you.
"What if..." you said slowly, trying to find your courage. "What if maybe I gave you a chance?"
He lifted his brows. It was your time to surprise him.
"A chance?" he said quietly. "Really? Outside of playing dress up? Outside of you watching me sensually lick-"
"Jackson!" you laughed, putting your hand on his knee to stop him. "This chance is fading quickly."
Jackson glanced down at where you touched him. Just as you were about to pull away, he set his hand atop of yours and interlaced your fingers. "Okay, okay."
His smiled was the biggest you had ever seen, especially considering you had witnessed him happily drunk on many occasions.
"Give me that chance."
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Every Damn Time
Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader
Genre: emotional angst-fluff
Tropes: established relationship
Warnings: mentioning of declining health of side character, main protagonist is expressing their fears over it.
Word count: 659
Author’s Note: I wrote this back in January, when this situation happened to calm myself down from the fright of it all. Naturally, this piece is a little personal.
Jinyoung barely had a moment to react, and yet he did so instinctively. Catching you before you knocked both of you to the ground, he went to laugh and asked why you were so greedy for his embrace, only to stop himself when he felt your body shudder.
Instantly, he was on red alert. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
“Need you,” came out with a choked sob, and Jinyoung rearranged his hold on you.
He pulled you firmly against him, caging your shaking body so you felt protected and safe. And that was enough to unleash your emotions. It killed him to have no clue why you had entered his home and ran to him like this. He wanted to rage in your honour, ask who did this to you, uncover every little detail so he could put together a plan. So he could be the one to solve this and never let it make you break like this again.
But as he continued to hold you, rocking your body and letting out soothing noises, his mind came down from the height it had gone to.
Jinyoung had been working late yesterday and into the early hours of today, which wasn’t unusual for him, and he had almost sent you a message out of habit but realised the time was late. He remembered frowning when he had seen your last active time stamp to be after one am, yet he considered you probably had struggled to sleep and then fallen into slumber eventually.
But now he wasn’t so sure. What had kept you up so late into the night? He had his suspicions, and you finally confirmed them a moment later. “She fell.”
“How?”
“I’m not sure. I was in bed and woke to a loud bang. I thought it was one of the cats and went to check, but the TV had crashed into the wall and she was completely dazed,” you said quietly, not objecting when Jinyoung gently led you to the couch and pressed you down until you sat before he crouched down in front of you.
“She’s completely fine, well, a few bruises are going to come up, but I was just so scared. I keep having these moments where I get complacent with Mum’s illness and then she declines and something like this happens and I just—” Tears welled in your eyes and he reached forward to brush them aside, your watery gaze connecting with his. “It’s only going to get worse.”
“With time. Your mother has plenty of time still.”
“I feel like I’m going out of my mind. I could barely sleep worrying something would happen as she rested. I’ve made plans to move my things out to the study nook so I can be right there if she needs me. I’m going to have to monitor her closely. It all feels so overwhelming.”
“You should have rung me. I would have come over immediately. “
You sighed, nodding softly. “I wanted you there.”
“You needed me,” he corrected, and you nodded a second time.
“I always need you. I worry the strain I’m holding will end up breaking you when I lean on you.”
Slapping a shoulder, Jinyoung cracked a grin. “Why do you think I built these up?”
It delighted him when a small, exasperated smile curled up your lips. “You fool.”
“You need me at any time of the day or night, and you know I’ll be there.”
“Really?”
“What are boyfriends for if they can’t promise that?”
“To look pretty and carry heavy things?” You pretended to ponder, and Jinyoung tsked loudly before reaching for your hands, rubbing the coolness out of them.
“I don’t ever want to let you stress to the point of crashing into me like that again. But if it does happen, I’ll catch you, okay?”
“You’ll catch me?” you repeated, eyes wide with emotion.
His throat felt tight as he nodded. “Every damn time.”
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Break pt.2
elsy + chan
things aren’t looking good between the two and they only get worse from there.
first post of the year! hope you guys enjoy, and please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated. still not sure how long this series will be. also, requests are OPEN!
[8th member of got7/soloist]
it had been a couple of weeks since the argument between chan and elsy. not one of them took the time to fix things, or even check up on each other. elsy felt chan was the one who needed to message first since she felt he was the cause of their argument. which is why she started to get more upset with him for not trying to call or message her. chan didn’t even try to fix things after she stormed off that day.
was this the end?
elsy most definitely didn’t want her relationship with chan to end. she loved him, he was her first real love and relationship and this was just the thing she was scared of the most. and probably the main reason she was ever scared of getting into a relationship. she didn’t want to lose chan again.
but elsy kept telling herself that this was just a rough patch that couples go through. no relationship was perfect, but she definitely thought her’s and chan’s was. maybe things will go back to normal soon, she thought.
now, the girl was sitting on her couch along with jaebeom as the two watched a movie together. elsy had told jaebeom everything between the couple. with jinyoung being away, she couldn’t go to him like she always did.
“he still loves me right?”
jaebeom rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his beer. he had heard the same question over and over again. “elsy, of course he does.” he answered once again. trying to sound more reassuring. “you guys just had a little discourse, it happens to a lot of relationships.”
“it’s just he hasn’t messaged or call-“
“he’s probably just getting his thoughts together. and when he does, he’ll come looking for you.”
“but does it really take more than a couple of days?”
“he seems very busy in group activities, els.”
elsy sighed as she threw her head back against her couch. all she could think about was chan. “maybe he doesn’t know how to balance being in a relationship and his job. the group got busier than ever.” jaebeom said.
and that he was right, which is why elsy felt a little bad for lashing out on chan for doing his work. elsy knew how much chan loved making new music, but she also was getting tired of constantly having to only be in the studio with him to spend time with him.
his words still replayed in elsy’s head. the girl still felt some type of way with chan’s words. the last thing she wanted was to feel like she was a distraction to chan or going in between him and his work. but hearing it come from chan himself made her think it was becoming true.
it also felt like a slap in the face when he mentioned that he was actually doing something with music unlike her. especially when chan knew the reason why she took a pause in making music.
elsy let out a sigh and jaebeom turned his attention to her. “it’ll be okay, els.” he reassured her again. “he’ll come around.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“when am I ever wrong?” jaebeom let out a chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood. as he took another sip of his beer, elsy snorted and pushed the beer bottle more up, causing the beverage to spill out and go onto jaebeom’s shirt. “oops!”
“damnit, jiyeon!” jaebeom groaned. “now my shirt is ruined.”
elsy continued to laugh. “sorry about that, if you want, you can put it in the washer and then dryer.”
that he did. jaebeom was quick to stand up and take his shirt off to put it in elsy’s washer. and as he was doing that, elsy heard her bell ring and quickly stood up to open her door.
she tugged down her oversized tee, “bang chan?”
“hi, els.” he bit the inside of his lip. “may I come in-“
“who’s here jiyeon?” jaebeom said as he entered back into the living room. the door was open wide enough for chan to see jaebeom behind elsy. his eyes wandered to jaebeom being shirtless and the oversized tee elsy had on.
“it’s bang chan.” she answered. “yes, you can come in.”
chan was a bit hesitant but did either way. jaebeom greeted chan with a smile but only chan greeted jaebeom with a half smile. elsy already knew something was bothering chan.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” jaebeom said as he walked away, going into elsy’s spare room.
“if I’d had known you had company I wouldn’t have stopped by.”
“well, you haven’t messaged me so of course you wouldn’t have known.” elsy said. there was a bit of annoyance in the tone of her voice, and chan quickly noticed it.
“you haven’t either.” chan replied.
“sorry, didn’t want to be more of a distraction to you.” elsy said blankly. “you know, since you have work to do and I don’t.” she repeated the words chan said towards her.
“lee jiyeon, you know that’s not what I meant!” elsy flinched from his sudden outburst.
“you still said it though, bang chan!” elsy yelled back. “so obviously it had to have meant something!”
“no, elsy. no, not at all!” chan exclaimed. “I just meant it as in I didn’t need any distractions at that moment- because I needed to finish-“
“so I am a distraction to you.” elsy snapped. “I just wanted one day! one day for us to actually be a couple and do other things, all we do is sit around in the studio as you work and I’m just there. bang chan, that’s not a date, that’s not anything! I don’t want to always do that, I just wanted for us to go back to how we did things, us going out!”
“elsy, I just can’t do those things at the moment, my schedule has been all over the place-“
“when my schedules were busy, I still made time for you. listen, if you’re not here to apologize chan, then I think you should go. because I cannot deal with another argument with you.” elsy felt her eyes getting watery.
but chan got more annoyed. “why are trying to kick me out so quickly?” chan arched an eyebrow. “something going on between you two that you don’t want me to know about?”
elsy was taken back from chan’s words, becoming confused to say the least as she stared at chan. “what?” she snapped. “and what the hell do you mean by that?” the girl was at lost for words.
chan swallowed hard, “you know what I mean.”
“are you implying that I’m cheating on you?! as if I’d ever sleep with jaebeom, chris. he’s my group member-“
“you did it with jinyoung, so it’s a little hard to believe you wouldn’t.”
chan couldn’t stop the words from coming out. elsy let out the biggest gasp ever that even jaebeom could hear. the tension was thick. elsy felt like she had gotten stabbed in the back. what’s worse was that it was chan who made her feel that way. she couldn’t believe chan had the nerve to say that to her.
“fuck you, bang chan.”
elsy’s eyes became more watery and chan’s mood had instantly changed in regret. “el-“
“no, fuck you!” she yelled. “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!” she continued to say as she pushed chan back, tears falling down her face. chan grabbed elsy’s arms to stop her from pushing his chest. “you out of all people.” she cried. “you know how I got treated and you know what people said about me! only for you to be like the rest of them, and think of me like that. fuck you!”
“get out.” elsy snapped. “get out of my home. I don’t want to see you.” the girl went to open her apartment door, leading chan out.
“elsy-“
elsy shook her head, telling chan one last thing before she shut the door on his face.
“we’re done.”
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Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Black!Reader
Genre: Angst, Light Fluff, Idol AU/Idolverse
Word Count: 1.4k
Warning: One cuss word; Language; Mentions of lack of eating, but due to workaholic behavior.
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: I wrote this forever ago and never posted it, which makes no sense.
One thing that fans and choreographers had in common was that tour season was a whirlwind experience that came at you fast and had you begging it to slow down. Though to be honest Hana didn’t really beg for it to slow down, she went wherever it took her and that meant more work than all of the “off season” combined. Something she didn’t mind and to a degree could admit to loving.
And that is where the problem arose.
Yugyeom had his own tour dates to prepare for. Events that were some of his first since GOT7 left JYPE. They made him more anxious than when he had his members to rely on, so he put in more work than usual. But none of it was overworking himself or not taking the time to breathe.
With his new career within the R&B world he’d promised himself he’d take a little more control and do what worked best for him and the life he wanted to lead, even outside of music. It was a must, and it was hard because he was used to the go, go, go lifestyle of idol life, but he wanted to take his time. He had all the time in the world for the fast paced, always moving shit when GOT7 got deep into preparations for their July comeback - something he looked forward to.
But while he waited and geared up for his solo activities, he tried to impart some of that wisdom onto Hana. That meant talking to her about it and getting her to take breaks no matter how small and no matter what hops he had to jump through to get her to give in.
Of course, she had obligations so she couldn’t just ditch jobs. It would make people second guess hiring her or get her blacklisted from working with companies if she changed up on them at the last minute. But the problem wasn’t how many choreographing and teaching roles she took on, or at least not the one Yugyeom felt he could validly argue against. No, the issue was that she was also helping out other friends. She would workshop choreo, act as a member for demos, help them get into different companies to showcase they were the right fit for their artists, and even teaching classes with them when they asked at the last minute.
It left her with so little time to do anything else. Yugyeom feared if she was eating like she should have or getting enough rest in her own bed, because she hadn’t entered his in weeks.
The worry he felt was low at the start of the season, but peaked once some artists began to make their way out a bit earlier than the rest. There were so many last-minute details and intensive work to put in. He barely got a text out of her or anyone he could usually reach out to get ahold of her.
Even popping up wherever she told him yielded low results with him hoping the intimidating nature of being some of her clients' elder age and industry time wise would be enough to ensure they got her to eat or drink something when he dropped it off.
After a while it went from pure worry to agitation. Something that made him lie in bed at night staring at the ceiling as he thought about it until he picked up his phone.
Yugyeom: You at home?
Minutes ticked by with him staring at the screen awaiting an answer, to the point that he found himself a little pissed off and ready to call her, but before he could his phone buzzed a few times.
Hana: No, in the studio
Hana: I had to finalize that killing part for P1Harmony’s new comeback
Hana: I thought I told you???
Yugyeom’s anger didn’t subside despite her answering him, in fact her words seemed to just maintain how upset he was.
Yugyeom: You said it didn’t need to be done for two weeks. Did they push it up?
Hana: No
Yugyeom: So, you’re finishing it at 2AM 2 weeks early because….?
Hana: Because I want it done
Hana: Not rocket science. I got the time so might as well
There were many times in life that Yugyeom wanted to cuss someone out or simply scream and that was indeed one of them. It was like she didn’t know how she sounded, but he knew better than that. Hana knew exactly what she was doing and what he was calling her out on, but she wouldn’t cop to it. No, she preferred to do the thing where she played dumb until he said it outright and even then, she would deny, deny, deny.
It took several deep breaths to get him to calm down and respond to her.
Yugyeom: Come here and I’ll help you
Hana: I’m not falling for your tricks to see me. I’ll see you in a few days
Yugyeom: For work
Hana: And dinner after
He was going to push the issue, but just as began to type another message came through.
Hana: Gotta go. Ireh is back and we’re starting up. Go to sleep. Love you!
Naturally, he knew that she wouldn’t respond to him after that, so Yugyeom threw his phone across the bed. Or he tried to, but the slight force behind it made it bounce and hit the floor instead. He winced hearing it but made zero move to pick it up. All his focus was on Hana. The woman who drove him up the wall but who he loved endlessly.
The thing was he got it. There was no one more understanding than Yugyeom because he lived the life of someone whose work needed a lot of his energy and time spent with people like Monster Woo and other dancers showed him how much went into what they did. How much it could strain things. But all he saw was Hana running herself into the ground for no reason.
Of course, he had to admit part of it was for selfish reasons on his part. He wanted more time with her, even if it was a quick meal and falling asleep together. Spending quality time is something he loved to do with her, and he’d missed out on for months. However, the much larger reason was because he knew her and knew she was in her own head. Knew that a lot of the pressure to work, work, work stemmed from her need to keep herself relevant and employed in an industry that could truly break a foreigner, especially a Black one. She’d made a name for herself long ago and had the backing in the US, but working mostly in K-Pop was something new and she hated to fail at such a challenge.
That was the thing that kept him from losing his shit with her, but it was also the straw to break the camel's back. There was nothing left in him that said he should continue to let it slide, to not push harder for her to take a step or two back. Lines like telling her friends and colleagues to not reach out were ones he wouldn’t cross, but as he drifted off that night, he’d decided that he would put his foot down.
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Days went by with Yugyeom not reaching out to Hana after their last text conversation. She wasn’t surprised that he’d stopped talking; he had two comebacks and tour dates to prepare for. Not that that was the reason he’d cut off communication attempts. Hana was smart enough to know he was worried and probably pissed with her. Something she hated but knew she couldn’t control since she had things to get done and not a lot of time to do them.
Tour season meant a lot of work and she was no stranger to pouring a lot of herself into it, so she rolled with the punches without much complaint. Which didn’t make him happy with her, but she knew it was something she could manage. Something she could explain to him to get him to understand.
Talking to him was in that plan once she arrived at the dance studio that he was preparing for his tour in. She was a choreographer for some songs and might go with him. Though with all the opportunities that rolled her way it looked unlikely that she would.
Another thing he would be upset with her about.
Upon her arrival she assaulted with the smell of food. As she walked further into the building those smells intensified and she basically drowned in them as she entered the break room area that the studio housed.
Everyone sat or leaned against something eating and paying her no mind. It was confusing because she thought they’d agreed to have lunch before coming in, but things had seemingly changed. All without her being in the know, something that she could have brushed off as an over thought if not for the momentary eye contact, she made with Yugyeom as he got up to grab a drink. His expression was blank as he looked at her and before she could blink, he turned around and went back to his seat without a word.
It was clear he was icing her out, which made her upset and a little angry. Not that she had time to process or call him on it, because the moment he sat down people noticed her presence and Ireh popped up and ushered her to the table she was sat at.
“We’re going to start a little later, so get comfortable. I’ll grab you something,” Ireh said.
Hana opened her mouth to tell her she was fine, but then her stomach growled, and she became all too aware of her hunger. She’d had a late night and got to sleep even later. So, in order to get the bare minimum of enough rest she’d slept in longer than she would have preferred and grabbed a pastry from the convenience store on the way. She’d planned to eat another snack before they started because she needed to and because eating a lot before dancing wasn’t something that she loved. But if she was hungry enough for her stomach to make sounds, she knew that she needed to eat something more. Plus, she had more time than she thought.
Another thing that wasn’t shared with her.
That made her irritation spike, so as she shrugged off her hoodie and dropped her bag Hana found her gaze drifting to Yugyeom. He was carefully spooning rice into his mouth as he messed around on his phone, only looking up when someone spoke to him and making sure to never even turn his head in her direction.
His behavior wasn’t something Hana never experienced before, she’d endured the silent treatment a few times before and it sucked every time. However, when it was about something that was work related and part of her livelihood it pissed her off. Even if there was a whisper in her head voicing the reminder that she could slow down some and not push herself so hard. That she had enough jobs for the season and could chill the hell out. The voice was right, but she wasn’t one to acknowledge that when she knew she could keep pushing and be fine.
So, being upset with him would withstand. At least that was what she tried to convey by glaring at a man who refused to give her the time of day.
Before she could do anything drastic, like walk over to his table, Ireh returned with two containers and a bottle of water. Hana took them carefully and was surprised to find kimchi-jjigae inside one. It was the typical food delivered for a work lunch, but it was a favorite of hers and something she craved whenever she worked a lot.
Something Ireh knew.
Once Ireh took a seat and began eating again Hana opened her mouth to thank her, but the woman shook her head.
“I barely even knew we were getting lunch today. You know who picked it out.”
“But he…”
“Hana, you know better,” Ireh said, but in Korean that time.
Though she often spoke both when talking to Hana there was something about the way she switched to it in order to scold that made Hana shrink into herself a little. It wasn’t that her feelings were hurt, but she did know better. Plus, Ireh was the oldest of four children, so she had the older sister act down pact, even if she only had less than a year over Hana in age.
Hana sighed. “I know.”
“If you know, then act like it.”
From there they ate in silence. The food was delicious, so Hana had zero problem finishing it and even after she was done the usual fullness never came. Which made her curse herself for clearly not eating enough especially because it wasn’t her intention, she just got easily wrapped up in things and forgot.
Once everyone finished, they cleaned up, and there were several minutes of sitting before everyone moved into the practice room. Hana brought up the rear and went to close the door behind them but was cut off by Yugyeom slipping into the room. He handed her a sports drink and continued to walk past her.
Or tried to but was stopped when Hana grabbed hold of his wrist.
“Yugyeom,” she whispered.
At first, she thought he would pull away, but after a few seconds he turned to her with an expression much gentler than the one he’d greeted her with.
“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to…”
“I don’t have to do a lot of things, baby. But I do them because I want to and because sometimes people neglect to get them done.”
Not another word was said as he walked away, mostly because Hana couldn’t find any to say. There was the care behind his actions in those words, but she couldn’t miss the dig at the end. She knew it wasn’t meant to be all that hurtful, but she also knew he was being a little mean on purpose. Something that he wasn’t often, and she was unsure if she was angry, hurt, or simply upset that they’d reached that point.
In order to not have to figure that out she took a breath and stood off to the side while the head choreographer and tour manager spoke to them. When all information was disseminated they got to work going over the choreo with those who’d created it. Though the songs she’d worked on were early in the set list she went last and the entire time she refused to meet Yugyeom’s eyes.
Despite the tension they worked through the moves easily and corrected anything that seemed off. It was hyper professional between them and to a degree that made her feel worse, but the alternative of letting feelings leak through wasn’t any better.
After an hour and a half of going through everything they took a small break and Yugyeom tossed her a protein bar before taking a seat on the floor to catch his breath. The urge to say something flared, but Hana just took a seat and ate the bar without question.
Twenty minutes later they were back into the groove of things, but instead of checking for issues they decided to tackle the set list as it was. Most of the people he’d worked with weren’t coming with him, so it was the dancers with him while everyone else watched carefully.
Part of Hana wanted to sit it out because she may not have been going, but also because she was in a petty mood. The more time she and Yugyeom spent with negative emotions looming over them the more annoyed she got, and it was hard to push it down or reason with herself. But instead of taking that step back she got into position.
Keeping her mind from wandering wasn’t hard when she was dancing. It was her passion, so Hana always found joy in doing it. Especially because she’d been so happy when Yugyeom asked her to work on some of the choreo for him. She’d done so on some of GOT7’s music but working closely with the man she loved when he held the same passion as her put her over the moon. A feeling that found its way into her as she danced alongside him.
Their run through went off without a hitch and they were able to do it with very few breaks. Once it was finished, they all took a moment to catch their breath and then any issues were pointed out before they did it again. The second time around included moments where he would stop to talk or to head backstage for a bit, so it was less taxing and also showed there was a better flow of things.
Usually that would have been the end of it, but it was decided on one more run through. Yugyeom had been singing the other two times so to preserve his voice they just let the track play and he lip synced the lyrics. During that practice he found his flow in a way that wasn’t present before and interacted with the dancers more. Hana effortlessly played off that and more often than before they ended up close together dancing in a way that wasn’t so scandalous that they looked like they were five seconds from fucking, but enough to fit the vibe and the sexiness of some of the songs.
With the last song, Hana found they stared into each other’s eyes more than they had most of the day and so it took a moment to snap out of it and walk away once the music stopped. They managed to do so and keep to themselves as they listened to the tour manager again. Everyone was happy with the practice so it ended and though Hana knew most of them liked to leave quickly the speed in which everyone got out of there was next level.
In about two minutes only she and Yugyeom were left, and he was at the door with his hand held out to her. Again, the urge to be petty arose in her, but she’d gone a long time without any physical touch from him that wasn’t dance related and she craved it. So, after she grabbed her bag, she walked forward and laced her fingers in his.
Neither spoke as he led them out of the studio and to the car that he’d hired to drive them around. As they sat in silence, they continued to hold hands and didn’t stop until Yugyeom motioned her into the restaurant they’d planned to go to for dinner. The host led them to a private room and to Hana’s surprise JayB and Youngjae were already there. Both men were often late to dinners.
“Did you even shower?” Youngjae asked as he got up to hug them.
Hana rolled her eyes. “No time.”
“At least she’s not as stinky as him,” Jaebeom said as they switched, and he hugged her.
“Hyung,” Yugyeom whined.
That got a laugh out of everyone and that meant a pouting Yugyeom as they took their seats. A server appeared the moment their butts touched down and they ordered and awaited the drinks.
“So how did it go?” Jaebeom asked.
“It went well. Most of it was already ready, so from here on out it’s just correcting any problems and making sure that we’re one hundred percent happy with how the set list flows,” Yugyeom said.
“That’s good. I know it can be nerve wrecking to do the first solo show, plus it’s in person. Making sure it’s just right means you’ll do great,” Jaebeom said.
“I hope so.”
“Ah, our baby is nervous,” Youngjae teased.
More pouting ensued as they all laughed and Jaebeom reached over to pinch his cheek, earning a light slap to the hand which only made them laugh harder.
It took a few minutes before they settled and their drinks arrived in that time. In the restaurant they went to drinks were fast, but food was slow because they prided themselves in being made to order so most of the food was unprepped.
“Speaking of preparing, how is all the tour stuff going with the different artists, Hana?” Youngjae asked.
Something about the question excited her, but also felt heavy. As if she was beyond tired.
“Good. I thank the heavens that most have been doing online concerts and don’t have a lot of new music coming before tour. It makes it so that we’re mostly just going over things and learning a handful of new choreo. Most pick it up fast, but some of the rookies are so new to it that their nerves are making it harder for them to keep up. But I enjoy being able to help them through it.”
Jaebeom nodded. “I don’t know how you do it. Dance has been in my life a long time and b-boying could take a lot out of you, so I can’t imagine doing it as much as you do. Hell, as much as either of you do. And Gyeomie finds time to do it for fun.”
Hana glanced at Yugyeom, who’d gotten quiet, before saying anything.
“Yeah, it can be a lot, but you get used to it.”
“I just hope you’re taking care of yourself.”
Before Jaebeom finished his sentence Yugyeom scoffed, but Hana ignored it.
“I’m doing my best,” she said.
Another noise was heard but it was softer than the last in a way that Hana almost missed it. What she didn’t miss was the way that Yugyeom rolled his eyes.
If it was anyone else besides his members in that room she would have been embarrassed, but they knew how he could get and saw both of them at their worst. There was nothing they would judge them for or at least all judgment would come from a place of friendship and not rudeness.
Regardless of that it annoyed her, and she wanted to ask him about it, but instead took a deep breath and a sip of her drink.
Seconds ticked by in silence before Youngjae broke the tension or tried to break it, because it didn’t let up even a little.
“So, you ready to go on tour with him? I know you haven’t done one in a few years, and you said you miss it.”
Anger gave way to discomfort then, and Hana paused for way too long.
“Uh… yeah. Some things have come up and so I might not get the chance to do it. But I am looking forward to it.”
“You might not go?” Yugyeom asked, shock and anger coloring his words.
“Yeah, I was going to tell you…”
“When?”
“After dinner. I thought we could talk then.”
Yugyeom’s face was stoic, and it was clear he fought to keep it and not allow anything else to color his expression as he looked at her. For several seconds all he did was stare, before he turned his head to look across the table.
“Hyungs,” he said, voice shaky.
Neither of them said anything, just nodded and got up. As they exited Hana heard Jaebeom mention sitting at the bar to give them a moment to themselves, but she was more focused on Yugyeom who’d risen from his seat and began to pace the room.
“Yugyeom,” she said softly.
Hearing his name didn’t stop his pacing or even get him to look in her direction.
“Yugyeom.”
Again nothing.
“Kim Yugyeom.”
That time there was a bit of anger in her voice, and she didn’t know if that did the trick or the use of his full name, but he finally stopped pacing and turned to her. She watched as he visibly took a deep breath and then leaned against the wall behind him.
“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” he asked.
Hana sighed. “I kn…”
“That was rhetorical. You know how worried I’ve been. You’ve had me checking in on you over the phone. Bringing you food and getting you to take moments to rest. You’ve seen my hold back because I know how you work, and I know it can be intense. I know that you do things a certain way and while it may seem like too much to be doing to me that you view it a different way. I know this industry is iffy and you committing to working mostly for this country’s industry is a lot because of the extra bs that comes with you not being Korean. I let shit slide because of those things. I put aside my worries because of those things, because I’m trying to be understanding. But there are limits.
“You push and push until you push me away. You’ve barely spoken to me for more than an hour in total over the last month. I have to work harder than one should to get proof you’re okay. To make sure that you’re eating and drinking. To ensure that you’re getting the rest that you need. And you don’t give a fuck.”
Throughout his speech Hana felt guilt creep in, but something about that last sentence shoved it down.
“I don’t care? How are you going to sit here and tell me that I don’t care? As if I haven’t been doing my best to keep in contact and as if I don’t always thank you for the things you do to take care of me. I’ve been busy, Yugyeom. You know how much comes up during these months and how much busier I get as tour dates get closer.”
“Fuck that busy shit!” he shouted.
That brought them to a standstill. Not because Hana felt threatened or anything, they cussed all the time so it slipping into an angry conversation didn’t faze her. But the way he raised his voice surprised her a little. It wasn’t scary, but it wasn’t like him to yell even though it had been softer than most people’s.
“Baby…” she trailed off.
Yugyeom’s face shifted from anger to a deep set frown and gentle eyes that told her he was tired and worried. Much more than he was letting on.
“I just… I want to take care of you, and I want you to take care of yourself. I get that you work hard, but you can work hard and also relax. Take moments to breathe. Have some sort of fun. You get into this work mode where it’s like you can’t seem to do anything else, even when there isn’t much else to do. And I get it, baby I do, but there has to be a line.
“And I’m selfish. Outside of you being healthy I miss you. I’ve barely seen you for a month and it’s not like we haven’t crossed paths. I miss being able to spend time with you. Making up dances in the studio just because it’s fun, taking small trips for a day or two, you yelling at me because you hate the way that I cook, and just falling asleep by your side. I haven’t held you in forever.”
As he spoke Hana rose from her seat and moved over to Yugyeom, wrapping her arms around his waist before she pulled him close. She knew she’d not been thinking about herself much and just going with the fact that she felt fine as an indicator on if she needed a break. It worked for her, but it was a dangerous way to live and despite how much she hated to realize it, lack of eating alone was enough for her to know she wasn’t as well as she thought.
That coupled with the neglect of her relationship was a reality check of epic proportions. She’d expected Yugyeom to just go with her schedule without throwing him a bone in terms of even a little affection. Plus, there was the depriving of her own touch and time needs. All of it showed her that she’d been a mess masquerading as someone with their shit together for weeks.
“I know and I’m sorry. I got wrapped up in it all and forgot myself. But even so, I shouldn’t have forgotten your needs. Forgotten that I would have to put in the effort to fix things when I finally came down to reality and not just expected you to be understanding or that I could explain it away. You deserve better than that and I’m sorry I was giving you less than.”
Yugyeom wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. His body relaxed and so did hers. Not everything was solved, and it was something they would need time to get over, but Hana knew it was the start of a good thing and that she would do better.
After a few moments Yugyeom moved away a bit and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. It was gentle and came with a spark that made it feel like the first time. A testament to how long she’d been in self-imposed exile of his touch.
As he pulled away from her, she made the mental note to overhaul her planner to work better for herself and her relationship.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you more.”
Yet another pout took form and as his lips parted to argue the boys reentered the room with the server right behind them.
“Sorry,” Youngjae said.
Hana waved them off. “You’re fine. We’re good.”
“Really?” Jaebeom asked.
“Yes.”
A squeeze of the hand was all she needed to be sure of it.
They enjoyed the meal without the heavy weight of tension in the room and despite how she needed to get across town the next morning Hana went with Yugyeom to his apartment without argument. She said she would do better and that needed to be immediate.
Plus, when she woke up a little later than she’d planned she couldn’t be mad, because being wrapped in his arms was the best night sleep she’d gotten in a while. She planned for it to be a repeat performance for at least a week straight.
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what are venus best b-sides for you and what are the fandom's favorites ? 🥺💕 their discography seems iconic!
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✿ SHOP IRISES
The iris has a strong association with intelligence and communication and symbolizes hope, wisdom, trust, and valor. The iris carries rich historical meanings as it is linked to nobility, especially in France and Italy, and was once a symbol of gratitude in Victorian times.
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The Savage King by inyournightmares97 (17.0k)★★ || Royalty AU || The whispers heard through the grapevine say that King Jinyoung is a savage. But perhaps a man who is feared by all, still has many fears of his own.
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The Thing in the Lake (M)
➻ Pairings: Mark x Jackson
➻ Genre: Horror au, Thriller au, Camping Au
➻ Additional: humor, romance, ghost story
➻ Word Count: 3.4K
➻ Warnings: graphic depictions of violence & gore
➻ Author’s notes: This story is cross posted on multiple sites under the same username!
“So the plan is to get totally wasted.” Jackson said happily as he plopped down in one of the folding chairs, grinning as he held the bottle of vodka in his hands. The other’s looked at him with a raised brow and he frowned. “What?”
“If you wanted to get drunk, then why did you even suggest coming here?” Mark asked as he looked over at the other quizzically, laughing softly. “Jackson you could have stayed back in town and gone to Halloween parties with Amber like you planned.” he said.
Jackson snorted as he opened the bottle and sniffed it for a moment before looking back at Mark. “And miss spending time with you? What kind of boyfriend would I be?” he asked and quickly pointed to Yugyeom, whose mouth was open and ready for a snarky comment. “Quiet, no one asked you.” he said and snorted. “I would be a very bad boyfriend.” he replied and smiled. “Besides, it’s the holiday season. All holidays are spent with your lovers right?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?” Youngjae asked with a raised brow. “Or do you really want an answer to that?”
“I really want an answer to that. I don’t know these things.” Jackson said with a scoff. “Come on Youngjae, I’m new to this whole good boyfriend thing. I need a little guidance.” he pleaded. Mark laughed and reached over and took the bottle from Jackson’s hand and pressed the mouth to Jackson’s lips.
“Shut up and drink.” he chuckled and looked around their little campfire that they had going. It was Jackson’s idea to come out to the campsite near the lake just outside the city. It wasn’t a remote area, but it felt like it was an excellent place for young lovers to go and spend romantic nights alone. Or for a group of friends, such as they were, to spend one night getting plastered as they told ghost stories and celebrated Halloween.
“So booze, check.” BamBam said. “Friends...more or less check.” he said and laughed when Jinyoung smacked him with the plushie peach pillow he was holding. “Campfire, check. Time to enjoy ourselves on this fine spooky night. What should we do first? Get drunk? Make smores? Tell ghost stories or fuck?”
“We’re not fucking out here.” Youngjae said quickly with a wag of his finger.
“Why not? Brings you closer with nature.” Yugyeom laughed. “What? Didn’t bring the lube.” he teased.
“Shut up Yugyeom. Why would we have come all the way out here just to fuck?” Youngjae questioned.
“Good question. We didn’t. We came out here to have fun and be together.” Jaebum said. “So let’s have fun!”
“Alright, who brought mom?” Jackson asked and grinned as he passed the bottle of vodka over to BamBam who took a swig from it. “Don’t be a Debby Downer Jaebum. I plan to fuck Mark good in the tent later.” he said and threw a wink to his blushing boyfriend.
“Do you mean, Mark plans to fuck you good? We all know you don’t top.” BamBam teased, laughing as Jackson flicked him off.
“S’mores time yes?” Youngjae jumped in as he grabbed the bag with the marshmallows in it and held it up. “Come one, let’s make them and tell some ghost stories.” he said with an eager expression that had everyone stunned in silence.
“I mean…” Jaebum started and coughed to clear his throat. “I know I’m mom and all, but haven’t you fucked the prude out of him already Jinyoung?” he asked, staring at the younger male next to him who was just as in shock at his boyfriend’s words as Jaebum had been.
“Guess I didn’t do a good job.”
“Oh come on guys.” Youngjae whined. “Why is it so bad that I don’t want to talk or listen to talk of fucking and sex and relationships that I have no business knowing about? What you all do is all up to you. Why do I need to be a part of it?” he questioned.
“How did he get into our best friend club?” Yugyeom asked, pointing to Youngjae in question. “We’re men Jae, we talk about this stuff all the time. You need to get used to it. It doesn’t make you dirty or anything. If anything, it’s an expression of our love for our boyfriends and our trust in each other as friends.”
“Someone remove him from Philosophy class.” Bambam laughed and took the bag of marshmallows from Youngjae and opened it. He pulled one out and tossed it at Yugyeom, laughing. Yugyeom stuck out at his tongue at the other and rolled his eyes.
“Just relax Youngjae, okay? The hyungs are here to watch over us. Tonight we get shit faced drunk and have a good time!” Yugyeom said happily.
“We’re not your babysitters.” Jaebum laughed as he stood and walked over to his tent and grabbed the back of supplies he had been told to bring. He pulled out the little dowels for everyone and passed them out before tossing a box of graham crackers to Mark. “You’ll be our designated graham boy.” he chuckled and then looked at Jinyoung who held up the chocolate bars.
“I’ve got the chocolate.” he said happily.
“Good, let’s get cooking. All this talk about food is making me hungry.” Mark said and reached towards BamBam for a marshmallow.
“I thought we were talking about sex.” Jackson inquired.
“That too.” Mark agreed with a laugh and stuck his marshmallow into the fire to warm. The others followed soon afterwards as they were given their marshmallow and they sat around in silence for a while. They didn’t need to talk or anything. Instead they just stared at the fire, or worked silently on crafting the best s’more, each trying to outdo each other.
“So what kind of stories should we tell?” BamBam asked after about ten minutes of silence. He was fighting with his gooey marshmallow to stay on the cracker long enough to grab a few bars of the chocolate to put on it. “Like should it be true stories or shit we make up?” he asked.
“True stories, duh.” Jackson grumbled through a mouthful of s’more. “You’re all crap at making up stuff.”
“I take offense to that.” Youngjae grumbled and glared at Jackson. The young literature major was very good at making up stories. He had to do so for many of his class assignments and his teachers always gave him high marks. So he had to be good, right?
“Who cares if we make it up or not?” Jinyoung asked and grinned. “Let’s just tell stories okay?” he said. Looking over at Youngjae, he grinned as he smeared chocolate over his nose, pulling a whine from him.
“Alright, who’s first?” Yugyeom asked. With no one speaking up, a quick round of rock, paper, scissors was played until the order was decided. After a few failed stories from Bambam, Yugyeom and Jinyoung, it became Youngjae’s turn and the boys settled back in their chairs, eyes locked on the male as he prepared to tell his story.
“It better be good, Mr. Lit Major.” Jackson hummed as he sipped his cup. Youngjae rolled his eyes at him and cleared his throat.
“So I know a few of you aren’t natives of this province….or country.” he said and eyed Mark, Jackson and then BamBam. “Anyway, there is a legend in these parts that is really creepy.”
“Ooh what? Mr. Slasher Killer?” Jackson taunted and grunted when Mark smacked his chest.
“Shut up.” he hissed at him.
Youngjae threw a marshmallow at Jackson and shook his head. “Anyway, there is a legend about this lake.” Youngjae continued as he leaned in, hands folded over his lap. “About five years ago there was a string of murders that happened here. Young kids would come out here to party and fuck; what normal college kids would do. A group of friends ventured out here for a weekend getaway. They were here from Friday night and supposed to return home on Monday. When none came back they were reported missing. Police investigated and when they finally came out here to the campsites they found their mutilated bodies. Some parts were hanging in the trees.” He said and pointed to the large tree limb that hung over them. “Other parts strewn about, but there was a distinct way these body parts were left. They created a trail and the police followed it all the way down to the dock of the lake.”
“It was Jason!” Jackson announced. Shaking his head, Mark reached out and covered Jackson’s mouth to keep him from talking again.
“Now the police thought it was just some crazy killer, but when the body parts were examined it was said that it looked like their flesh had been ripped apart by jagged edges of something and then even found teeth lodged into a bone. And after further inspection, it was a tooth that didn't belong to any known animal in South Korea, k or the world.”
“Really?” Bambam asked in shock.
“Ah! That's not true.” Yugyeom shook his head.
“It's true! Look it up.” Youngjae nodded and sat back, grinning. “You're turn hyung.” He called to Mark.
“How about we just drink?” Jaebum asked.
“What? Scared?” Youngjae teased and laughed at the other.
“No, I'm bored. Look I brought my speakers. Let's just rock out and drink before passing out.”
“I second that motion!” Jinyoung chimed in.
“Third!” Jackson shouted through Mark’s hand.
“Oh you big old party poopers.” Yugyeom huffed and glared at them. “Fine, let’s party.” The others cheered. Setting up the speakers, Jaebum connected his phone to them and started the music, officially starting their Halloween bash out in the woods. Yugyeom, as always, was the first to be up and dancing, Bambam joining him shortly after.
Youngjae spent the majority of the time laughing loudly at the two dancing, Jinyoung talking with Jaebum about who knows what. Jackson watched them all with a smile before glancing at Mark. The other seemed enraptured with what was going on, but he wanted to change that. He had come up with this idea because he knew Mark liked camping. He also knew that he wanted to try fucking outside. So what better way than to combine the two and Mark extremely happy?
Grinning, he stood and walked over and took Mark’s hand, pulling him out of his chair and tugging him away from the campsite.
“Jackson, where are we going?” Mark asked as he stayed close to the other, following him down a well made path that eventually led them to the dock on the lake. “Oh Jackson come on.”
“What, scared of the monster lurking in?” Jackson teased, wiggling his fingers in Mark’s direction with a laugh.
“Honestly, yes. I'm going back.” Mark said and turned to head back to the camp, but was stopped as Jackson grabbed his arm and pulled him back against his chest.
“Oh come babe. That was just a story. There is no monster in the lake.” Jackson said, head dipping in to place gentle kisses along his neck. “Come on baby. Let's just have a little fun.” He cooed as he ran his hands over Mark’s chest and sides. “What do you say?”
Mark leaned back against him and whimpered softly as he enjoyed the touch of his boyfriend on his body. “Jackson.” Mark groaned. “I hate you can make me feel this way and I can't fight back.”
“Don't fight it Mark.” Jackson encouraged as he grabbed the hem of Mark’s shirt and pulled it up slowly, teasingly. “Give in and let's play. I'll make you feel really good.” Jackson tried to tempt the other.
“God I know you will.” Mark muttered, letting Jackson pull his shirt off and toss it to the ground. Turning, he pressed against the other and kissed him hard, hand cupping the back of Jackson’s head for a moment before it dropped and started tugging on the other’s clothes.
In a matter of minutes they were both stripped bare and Jackson guided Mark into the water, shivering and laughing at first at how cold it was. Staying near the dock, Jackson pressed Mark against one of the support beams, his lips finding his once more. Soft moans left Mark as he returned the kiss, their hands running over each other's bodies and pressing into hotspots.
They were growing more needy and impatient. The last time they had sex was nearly two months ago when the new semester began. They needed more than anything at the moment and the tension between them was mounting the further they went.
“Oh fuck Jackson.” Mark moaned, head falling back to rest against the hard wound. Long arms wrapped around Jackson’s neck as one leg wound around his waist. Jackson grabbed onto the deck behind him, using it as a balance and leverage as he thrusted into Mark slowly. “Shit just like that baby.” Mark groaned out, fingers raking through Jackson’s hair.
“Fuck baby you feel so damn good around me.” Jackson groaned out in pleasure. “Always so tight and hot. Fuck, I love you so much Mark.” Mark panted softly and smiled widely as he leaned in and kissed him hard, lips parting as Jackson’s tongue pushed into his mouth. Their tongues danced around each other, fighting for dominance as Jackson’s pace grew faster and harder.
Breaking the kiss, Mark whimpered as he rested his head on Jackson’s shoulder as his moans grew louder. “Yes Jackson. Jackson!” He trembled against the other, water lapping at their chests as they moved together, rocking frantically as they chased their orgasms. Jackson’s cock was hitting that spot inside of Mark so well that the other was clenching tightly around his cock, the heat coiling so tightly inside him. Mark could feel his end nearing and just as he reached his peak, he was yanked back from it quickly as searing hot pain ran through his body, starting in his left leg.
“Ow! Shit!” Mark jerked and pushed Jackson away from him. Tears were already welling as he tried to grab into the deck. “Oh my god!”
“Mark? What's wrong?” Jackson asked worriedly, watching as his boyfriend tried and failed many times to climb out of the water.
“My leg! Fuck get me out of the water!” he said urgently. Chewing on his lower lip, Jackson moved behind Mark and helped the other out of the water and onto the deck. His eyes moved to Mark’s leg and widened as he stared at the large chunk of flesh that was missing from it.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Mark shouted as he watched the blood pour from his wound. Jackson felt his heart race and he looked around the water. He thought he saw something appear before ducking back under to his left, but he didn't let himself stay and think about it. He grabbed onto the deck and hauled himself out of the water quickly.
“Fuck, fuck.” Jackson panted and for a moment searched the deck for something to help Mark. He grabbed one of their shirts and the belt from his pants and dropped to his knees next to the other.
“Jackson!” Mark cried out in pain.
“It's okay baby. I'm here. I'm here.” Jackson assured him as he wrapped the shirt around the wound, knotting it in place. He took the belt next and wrapped it a few inches above the wound and tightened it around his leg as tight as he could to stop the blood flow. Mark’s pained screams only grew louder through the process and it was killing Jackson on the inside.
“I'm so sorry baby.” Jackson apologized. He was going to say something else, but something hit the beams of the dock and he could hear the splintering crack of the wood and a sickening realization sunk in. “Okay Mark. Come on. Up we go.” He said and helped to pull Mark up onto his one foot. The other was unsteady and wobbled as pain continued to course through his body. Jackson doubted the other could walk even with his help and with doom looming over them, they couldn't spare a second. So bending, he slipped his arms around Mark and lifted the other up into his arms and started running as the beams were struck by something again.
His feet barely touched the dry ground when the dock gave and caved into the water behind him. Jackson didn't look back though. He clutched tightly to Mark as he ran with the other, heading back to the site. “Jaebum! Jaebum Hyung, start the jeep!” he shouted, hoping the others could hear him over the music. It didn't seem like they could though, and they got a huge shock when the pair came running in naked.
“Whoa. What the fuck happened?” Jinyoung asked as he stood and looked at the two.
“Oh my god is he bleeding? What happened to Mark?” Jaebum asked as he stared at the dark and wet shirt around Mark’s leg.
“No time, get in the fucking jeep!” Jackson shouted as he ran to the sitting vehicle and opened the back seat, helping Mark in before looking back. “Now!”
“But our stuff.” Youngjae protested.
“Fuck our stuff. There is something in the lake now let's go!” Jackson said urgently. The others looked at each other, trying to debate if they wanted to believe Jackson or maybe thought he was just too damn drunk, but in the end they all got up and piled into the jeep. Jaebum took to the wheel and started the car, turning the lights on as everyone got situated.
“What happened to mark?” Yugyeom asked.
“Something bit me in the water!” Mark sobbed and cried out in pain.
“It took a fucking chunk out of his leg!”
“What are you talking about?” Jaebum asked as he turned to look back at the other. “That sounds fucking crazy.”
“I know it does, but it's the truth!” Jackson insisted. The chaos of the jeep came to a screeching halt as Youngjae suddenly grabbed Jaebum’s arm.
“Reverse. Reverse. Reverse!” he shouted and Jaebum turned around in time to see some creature heading straight for them, mouth open wide, rows of sharp teeth on display. Jaebum threw the jeep in reverse and stepped on the gas, tires squealing as they lurched backwards and to the side as the jeep moved. Throwing the jeep into drive, the tires skidded as they lurched forward and sped off, heading back onto the main.
“Holy fuck! Holy fuck!” Bambam shouted as he turned and watched as they drove off the creature becoming nothing but a distant dot, quickly giving up on them.
“Jesus christ.” Youngjae panted.
“What the hell was that?!” Jinyoung shouted in shock.
“I don't know, but whatever it was, it bit Mark and collapsed the dock!” Jackson said, his arms wound tightly around his boyfriend as he rocked the sobbing male gently. “Shhh, baby. It's okay. We're taking you to the hospital. It'll be okay baby.” Jackson tried to reassure him.
“It's real.” Youngjae whispered.
“What?” Yugyeom asked.
“It's real. The story I told. It's really real and that was the fucking thing that killed those people.” Youngjae said, his heart racing. “We just escaped death.”
“Good. I don't plan to die anytime soon.” Jaebum said. “Don't worry Mark, we'll be at the hospital soon.”
~_~
The group didn't return to collect their stuff until the next morning with the help of a police escort. After reporting the incident and taking testimonies, the police went out to search the area but found no trace of whatever creature they had encountered the night before. Though the statements of the dock being broken and submerged into the lake were true. Their campsite had been left untouched, however, which baffled the police even more and added to the mystery. Not a single thing out of place, not even the cooler had been disturbed by the raccoons that would have undoubtedly come out to scavenge.
Whatever happened at the lake would remain a mystery. The police report would read that it was a horrible camping accident committed by drunk college students. Mark, though missing some of his calf, would eventually heal and be released from the hospital a few months later with a clean bill of health. And while time slowly healed all physical wounds, nothing would be able to erase the memories of that night and the terrible creature that tried to kill them.
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NO NAME
Pairing: Johnny (NCT) x reader x Jinyoung (GOT7)
Genre: Series | Smut | Angst | Fluff
Warnings: abuse, depression, toxic friendship, established relationships (?), mentions of self harm, messed up everything (you’ll get it as you read it), cheating, best friends to enemies, lovers to strangers
Words: 8.4k
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“No.” you replied too quickly. Jinyoung’s hand that hugged your waist pulled your body closer to his, making you straddle his lap now. “What you’re doing?” you asked confused.
“You love him?” Jinyoung’s hands caressed your side. “More than you loved me?”
“You wouldn’t be doing it if you were sober.”
“Maybe that’s the solemn reason I got drunk.”
“To make me confused?”
“No, to ask do you love me or him.”
“So do you love me or her?” you whispered breathlessly, hearing your own heart beat in your ears. Jinyoung’s hand moved your hair away from your neck and pulled you in closer. You could feel his face against it and to not grip onto his neck you held against the wall.
“You smell like him. That’s wrong if you love me.”
“Jinyoung, please.” you tried to move back but his hands held onto your waist tightly. “You’ll thank me tomorrow. Just let go.” his fingers moved on your cheek to run his thumb over your lower lip in a slow motion, pulling your head next to his the next second. You felt his lips on yours and you couldn’t fight anymore. You knew he’d hate himself after this, you knew he’ll hate you after this, you knew all this happened solemnly because he drank and maybe because he fought with Sona but his lips moved so slowly and lovingly there wasn’t a way you’d refuse him. He pressed onto your jaw with his finger and you opened your mouth allowing his tongue to slip in. Your hands moved from the wall onto his neck and you hugged him tightly and moved your entire body closer to his, forcing him to lean onto the wall.
You didn’t notice tears beginning to float down your face again but he could probably feel it with his lips and tried to kiss your face too but you pulled him back to your mouth. You couldn’t waste your time on something else but him kissing you. Sona probably will be back in less than a minute and you just needed to get the most out of it. Now that he brought you to that point you knew everything you built up was ruined. He licked into your mouth so hungrily it hurt you to think he was this hungry for you only because he was drunk and upset. Your hips rocked reflexively against his and the feeling of him getting turned on under you made you moan. Your hand lowered onto his lower stomach, sliding it carefully over it to go lower when you could hear someone approaching the door. You pushed him away and tried to sit next to him when his hands tried to pull you back to him.
“Stop, Sona is here.” you hissed at him, wiping tears off your cheek but he pulled you in again against his shoulder, caressing your head. Did he try to pretend you were just crying on his shoulder for Sona? You pushed him away too harshly so he just sat next to you calmly right the time Sona opened the door.
“I’m here, I hope you two had fun chatting.” she giggled but shut her mouth quickly realising you two weren’t having fun.
“Y/n, what happened?” she said worried “Jinyoung?” she looked at him too.
“It’s fine, I just got upset a little.” you chuckled and stood up. “Let’s go.” you moved your hands so Sona would go and she did, allowing for you to walk out.
“What’s wrong?” Junwon asked worriedly as soon as he saw you.
“It’s okay.” you smiled and hid your face by resting it against his shoulder. Junwon hugged your waist and caressed it carefully.
“You know you can tell me.” he sighed and pulled you back a little to wipe the tears off your cheek carefully.
“I love him so much.” you whispered, gasping after every word.
“It’s fine.” he pulled you back in, trying to calm you down only making you cry harder. “Want to go home? We can go home.” you shook your head no. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m fine.” you gulped and wiped your eyes, watching two people get up and leave.
“Y/n, want to go outside? Fresh air will help you to calm down.” Sona seemed genuinely worried and you couldn’t take it.
“Yeah, you’re right. Thank you.” you smiled and stood up.
“Want me to go with you?” Junwon asked.
“It’s fine.” you squeezed his hand reassuringly.
“Okay.” you nodded standing up and found your way to another room that you noticed had a door outside.
“I’m sorry I can’t take those games anymore, I had to come to you.” you turned your head to where Junwon’s voice was coming from. “Plus, you’ve been here for half an hour, I had to check on you.” he smiled and sat down.
“Come here.” you patted empty space next to you.
“You know, they have jacuzzi here.” he said randomly.
“You want to go there?”
“Do you?”
“No.” you told him honestly.
“Okay.” Junwon nodded understandingly and you couldn’t hold back your smile.
“You know why I cried…?” your eyes focused on your feet.
“I guessed it’s something he said.” you turned your head to face him.
“He kissed me.”
“Oh… okay.”
“Yeah… He, I don’t understand really. It’s nothing like Jinyoung, he always has everything under control but he just got drunk and is doing mindless things. Like asking me if I love him, kissing me. He’s all grumpy and upset, I guess he regretted inviting us but couldn’t take back the invitation.” you sighed and looked away.
“Or maybe he missed you so much so he couldn’t keep himself under control. Maybe he’s all upset because he can’t take you being happy with me? Or maybe we’re just over thinking and the guy is sick and tired of work and life and the relationship is not working out.” Junwon moved you closer to him and your eyes met his that were smiling. “Either way, if he reach out to you tomorrow, it’ll change everything, and if he won’t, then I guess we have to put in work of getting him in the farthest corner of your head again.”
“Junwon…” You sighed and didn’t know what to say “I wish you were my best friend for all those years…”
“Don’t bring up Johnny to here too. Too much disappointment for one party.” you laughed out loud.
“He’s not a disappointment anymore.”
“I told you before and I’ll tell you again, that terribly written letter full of ‘I’m sorry’s’ is pretty shit and doesn’t take any blame off him. It’s literally a waste and you choosing to act like a mother Theresa is not… smart.”
“Ugh… advise I never asked for. It’s here again.” you chuckled and slapped his shoulder.
“Jinyoung would say the same if he knew Johnny reached out.”
“It’s not like we’re friends, I just said I forgive him and agreed to keep only good things in our memories about each other.”
“Yeah, exactly, not smart. He practically kept you hostage, I know you’re not very smart to notice, but he’s a total psycho.”
“Let’s not go there.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry.” he nodded and sighed. “It’s chilly outside, we should go back you’ll get sick.” his fingers touched yours and you could feel how frozen you were.
“Oh, wait.” he said and you stopped, being able to hear his phone vibrate now too. “Yeah? I’m at a birthday.” he paused and his face slowly turned into a grumpy grimace “Come on, it’s Friday.” you came closer, hugging him and Junwon’s free hand hugged your shoulders. “No, I’m not drunk. I don’t want to though.” he sighed annoyed. “Okay, okay, I’ll come, leave everything as it is.” Junwon rolled his eyes and you looked at him upset. “No don’t touch anything, I’ll fix it when I’ll come, yeah, yeah, bye.”
“No.” you furrowed your eyebrows.
“Yes.” he sighed annoyed and put his phone away.
“I’ll stay then…” you said when he walked you through the door back into the house.
“Alone?”
“There’s plenty of people.” you pursed your lips.
“Don…”
“Only because I’ll cry alone all night if I’ll go now too and this will just keep me occupied.”
“Okay, but you could’ve just went with me.”
“It’s fine.” you watched him change into his normal clothes.
“Am I allowed to kiss you or after Jinyoung I can’t…?” you couldn’t understand if he teased or genuinely asked, pecking your cheek before you could reply. “Bye, just text me if you’ll decide to come over tonight.”
“Okay, I will.” you smiled and waved him goodbye.
This all felt dumb now so you went and changed into your clothes too. You noticed a couple of people wearing normal clothes too. Your eyes ran over the living room where people spoke in small groups now, the games were probably over or were paused. The music played loudly and the amount of people that were standing in corridors really made it seem like some sort of teenage party. You tried to remember which way was the bar, feeling lost without Junwon.
Your eyes could see Jinyoung the second you entered the room and you walked towards him. Not because you wanted to be next to him, but because he was at the bar. You noticed Sona too, she was standing next to him and you guessed they made up, until you reached them.
“Hi.” you said awkwardly and Sona turned around.
“Hi, why you changed? Are you already leaving?” your eyes ran behind her to see Jinyoung laying with his forehead on the bar. Was he knocked off or just tired?
“Junwon had to leave for work so I changed because I felt dumb in those pj’s without him.” you chuckled. “Is he okay?” you asked pointing behind Sona.
“He’s not, I don’t think he can walk.” Sona said breathlessly. “I feel so bad but at the same time embarrassed. This is not what I planned, I was hoping I’ll blow candles on the cake and he’ll kiss me, but we’ve been fighting through the whole evening about little things and he got drunk because of it, now I’m just trying to get him back to his senses, maybe he’ll be there for me when I’ll blow the candles, but the time is ticking and I can’t leave him alone too. The whole party is a mess, i should probably go home and take him to bed.”
“The party is cool Sona, you don’t have to be so stressed, I think you should blow those candles. If he’s knocked off here, he won’t go anywhere.”
“I ordered coffee for him so I’ll hope the courier will be here soon and I’ll go home, everyone can stay to party until morning.”
“Sona, I’m so sorry everything is not going according to plan.” you made a sad face. “I should probably go home too.” you sighed and looked around.
“You’re not planning on staying…?”
“No, I know no one, so if you’re leaving what’s the point.”
“Wait, can you take him home?”
“Huh?”
“I know I shouldn’t be asking but I just want to blow those candles and play last two games I have prepared. If you’re leaving anyway, of course.” she looked at her phone. “Oh wait, the coffee is here, I’ll pick it up.” she ran away quicker than you could reply.
“Do you hear me?” you leaned in to Jinyoung and could smell a strong alcohol odour.
“I do.” he replied quickly.
“Are you sick?”
“No.”
“Okay, can you sit up then?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” he raised his head and looked at you. You just wanted to kiss him, the thought didn’t leave you for the slightest second. “You don’t look too drunk to not be able to walk.” he blinked slowly as if he was just sleepy. “All those years it’s my first time to see you wasted.” you smiled and bit onto your lip. “Sona got you coffee, I’ll take you home, okay?”
“Where’s coffee?”
“She’s getting it.” You turned to where she left “There it is.” you pointed with your hand at her but he didn’t look.
“Jinyoung, here, drink it, maybe you’ll feel better. Maybe you’ll be able to be there for the cake?”
“I’ll go home, she’ll take me.” he stood up and almost fell back. Your hands caught him quickly and helped him sit back.
“Drink this and we’ll see.” you suggested to smooth out the situation.
“Yes, Jinyoung, drink it.”
“Sona.” he said and took the cup from her hands.
“Yeah?” your eyes moved onto hers. She looked at him so lovingly and caring.
“Thanks.” he sipped on the drink and closed his eyes. You didn’t realise he was still hugging your waist with his hand until you tried to sit back and couldn’t. You pulled the hand off with yours, sitting down.
“Y/n, are you sure?”
“Yeah, I wanted to leave anyway.”
“Y/n, thank you so much.” she leaned in and hugged you.
“I’ll order the car.” you fished the phone out of your pocket ordering the taxi and sending Junwon a simple message saying ‘I’m bout to take Jinyoung to his home bc he’s wasted. I’m dying.’ “It’ll be here in three minutes we should go. Thank you so much for the invitation and the party was super fun. Please eat the cake for me and Junwon, and happy birthday once again.” you smiled and moved your attention onto Jinyoung. “Let’s go, okay?”
“Jinyoungie, I’ll call you tomorrow.” she told him and moved closer to try to kiss but he kind of refused her and you tried to make it seem as if he fell back.
“Bye, bye.” you smiled awkwardly and put his hand over your shoulders but he kind of walked normally, only leaning onto you a little. —
You helped Jinyoung sit on the seat and walked around the car to get onto the free seat next to him. Leaning over to fasten his seatbelt you felt his hand on your waist.
“Thank you.”
“It’s no problem.” you smiled at him genuinely and moved back.
“Sit in the middle.” he stopped you by grabbing your hand.
“Okay.” you agreed and sat down. He tried to help you with the seat belt but it more felt like he was just touching you so you pushed him away and did it yourself. Jinyoung rested his head against the window and you finally made a loud sigh, closing your eyes too. Suddenly you felt tired from everything that’s been going on.
You could feel a hand very up your thigh and for the slightest second you believed you fell asleep and that was a dream, but the heavy breathing into your ear made you realise it all was very real.
“Jinyoung.” you tried to pull him off you but he only insisted more, leaving warm wet kisses on your neck. His fingers were gripping onto the upper part of your thigh harshly, making the hem of your dress go up. “Jinyoung, please stop.” you hissed for the driver to not notice but he seemed to do it anyway.
“Sir, please don’t touch her in my car.” Jinyoung seemed to not hear, sucking onto the spot behind your ear. “Jinyoung, do you hear.” you tried to move his hand from you.
“Sir, I’ll stop the car if you’ll continue.”
“Okay, okay. I won’t touch her.” he pulled back and looked at you with the most sober look ever. “But change the address please.”
“What?” you looked at Jinyoung confused when he said your address to the driver.
“Let’s go to yours.”
“What you’re trying to do?” you looked at him more or less shocked.
“Nothing.” he said quickly to you and pecked your lips leaving you astonished. “Just take us there please.” he smiled politely and propped his head against the window again. His hand went back to your thigh and you closed your eyes trying to breathe normally.
-
“Jinyoung, I promised Sona to take you home, you weren’t able to walk and now you’re the one dragging me to my house?” you couldn’t describe your feelings any other way than just confused. “Did you even drink or you pretended all the way through?” you pulled onto his hand forcing for Jinyoung to look you in the eyes when the both of you stood in front of the elevator.
“The coffee made me feel better.”
“Okay…” You said confused and allowed him to pull you behind him into the elevator.
“I can’t believe you left me for three months right after I told you I can’t loose you after just having you back in my life.” he cornered you and leaned in.
“You just disappeared after I met Junwon. I thought that’s what you wanted, to make sure I’m save and disappear.”
“I want to get inside of you.”
“What?” you looked at him shocked and tried to push him away. The elevator opened and it forced him to go away himself.
“I always think of that one video you sent me when we were together.” Jinyoung’s fingers dropped onto your waist the second he walked through your door and shut it behind him. You felt too warm and wanted to open a window immediately. “The one where you’re showering with wet hair dripping.” you gulped and wondered where he’ll lead it. “You know that I’m obsessed with your body but you still made me watch you in that club wearing that blue dress. I still wish I didn’t refuse when you tried to make me sleep with you.”
“Jinyoung.” you gasped and held onto his hands to move them away from you.
“No, listen. Nothing could compare to your smile. It’s what does it for me, but seeing you smiling because of another guy… it’s what made me realise I’m a terrible person for making you believe I didn’t love you back. It was so… knowing that you still loved me after a year, I thought I’ll work out everything quickly but I didn’t. I made you suffer only to realise I still love you, but I don’t know how you feel now.” his hands turned you around and you met his stare. “But to be fair, I don’t really care right now either. You don’t need to be in love to make love to me. Just say that you want me too.” you touched his face with your fingers to make sure you weren’t dreaming of him once again. Jinyoung was standing inside of your apartment, explicitly hinting that he wants to sleep with you but something made your heart screech. Something made you so scared and insanely confused at the same time.
“You’re saying you love me?” all that came out of your mouth.
“Can we leave the love talk for tomorrow?”
“But why…? Why would you want to do all this now…?”
“I can’t talk anymore.” he sighed and pulled you in, crushing his lips against yours. Running his fingers down to your butt he tried to force you to jump onto him but you ignored it, wrapping your hands around his neck. You could burst from excitement the very second you realised he wanted you too. He made you feel warm in every way possible and you couldn’t wait for him to take everything off you to cool you down. You walked the both of you to your bedroom without breaking down the kiss. You had to let go of him to open the door, feeling Jinyoung’s lips move down to your neck and shoulder, sucking and licking every centimetre of your skin.
“Fuck.” you mumbled, hitting your legs on the same tripod Junwon always bumped into. You kind of pushed Jinyoung and he fell back down onto the floor making you chuckle while your thoughts ran to Junwon suddenly, hoping he won’t decide to come to yours after work.
Jinyoung caressed your thighs now that you were straddling him. “I don’t have condoms.” you blabbered randomly when he stared at you quietly.
“You don’t trust me anymore?”
“I don’t know if you trust me.”
“I want to call you mine again. I want to wake up next to you every day and feel like the love of my life is here. I want to marry you too, I want all of it still.”
“Stop making me believe you won’t hate me tomorrow for allowing you to do it.”
“I won’t because I’m making you do it.” he leaned in to kiss you slowly, pulling your dress up your thighs. He broke off the kiss, sliding the dress up your body, closing his eyes slightly after taking a glance at you. “Turn around.” he had to clear his throat before speaking.
You moved around and felt his fingers on your waist pulling you to sit down on him once again. Your back pressed against his chest and his hand held you under your chest. You could feel his teeth nibble on your ear lightly before he lowered his head to caress his cheek against your neck. “I just missed being next to you, holding you and touching you.”
“You just thought you loved Sona.”
“I didn’t.” his palm began its way down your stomach and you felt way too excited even by that. Your fingers ran up to his head immediately, running your nails over Jinyoung’s nape and holding onto it afterwards.
“Why did you act like that then?”
“Just because I thought its for the best.” he sighed and touched you through your underwear. “It really wasn’t, and I’m not doing it because I’m drunk. I was the one that asked Sona’s permission to invite you, it’s what I dreamt of for the past months.” his fingers put pressure onto your bud and let go the next second, making you rub your butt against him. “You’re my favourite human in the whole wide world. I can’t wait to hear you moan.” he whispered into your ear, sliding his finger against your slit up and down teasingly.
“You’re not doing anything to hear it.” you sighed and felt him slide under your underwear.
“Am I now?” you could feel his lips brush against your cheek.
“Maybe a little.” you gasped and held onto his neck tighter when you could feel him draw circles on your sensitive bud. “Now more.” you made a weird screeching sound trying to not react too vigorously to what he’s been doing. His other hand found your breasts, massaging them carefully.
“Spread your legs more.” he suggested and let go of you, forcing you to have your legs on outside of his, spreading them more by placing his legs wider. “Do you want me to lick you?”
“No, I won’t be able to take it.”
“Why?”
“Because even this is too much already.” you gasped trying to find what to hold on to with your free hand.
“Why? Should I stop?” his finger slipped inside of you and you moaned right into his ear, moving your body to feel pleasure.
“No, no, don’t.”
“Why are you so strained?”
“I’m going to cum if I won’t be.”
“How come this quickly?” he pressed his face against your cheek, moving his opened lips against it mindlessly.
“Because it’s you.”
“What’s with me?” his other hand moved to lay against your shoulder blades, pressing your body against him strictly. When his second finger slipped inside of you, your other hand finally found it’s place - on Jinyoung’s wrist, grabbing onto it for dear life.
“I won’t hold back.”
“I’m not asking you to.” his fingers pumped in and out of you quicker than before, feeling him let go of your shoulders only to dive in his fingers to rub onto you clit. “Cum if you want to.” you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning his name and letting go of his neck you grabbed onto his other wrist, trying to make him let go of you. You felt his teeth bite onto your neck trying his best to stop you from moving all over the place but it barely helped you. “Will you?”
“Mm, yeah, here, I will, please.” your nails dug into the skin of his wrists and it probably hurt him terribly but he seemed too focused on what he was doing to notice it. Your moans fastened when Jinyoung’s tongue began licking the bitten skin of your neck. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” you swore when you felt the awaited high make your head go dizzy. Your entire body felt like jelly and even though you wanted to turn around and kiss him you had no physical power in doing so.
“You’re tired?” he whispered into your ear after a minute, pecking it.
“Aren’t you?”
“Not after you moaning my name like that.” he pressed his lips over your temple.
“5 minutes is all I need.” You sighed breathlessly and rested your body against Jinyoung’s. “I’ll lay on the bed, your hard on is kind of not nice to sit on.” you laughed and caught yourself at the thought of not starting to act too casual, it’s still not settled.
Jinyoung helped you to stand up and fall onto the bed and the strong smell of Junwon’s presence hit your nose. He just slept there last night and now you were about to have another man sleep there. The situation wasn’t really crooked but Jinyoung didn’t know that and would probably feel burdened. You rolled your body over to the side where Junwon usually slept so Jinyoung would sleep on your side of the bed.
“This mattress is so much better than the one you had.” Jinyoung sighed laying on the bed.
“We’re here to talk about mattresses?” you said sarcastically. Jinyoung rolled over to your side and pecked your lips before talking.
“Ride me.” just two words that left his lips made fire burst inside of you and you were almost sure he most definitely knew what he did.
“Id love that but I want to be under you.”
“Reasons I should listen to you?” he moved his body atop of yours and kissed you slowly, rocking his cock against you.
“Fuck I’ll probably go insane with you inside me.”
“Trust me I’ll lose my mind completely just slipping inside of you.” your hands slid down to the belt on his waist, undoing it quickly and forcing the button and the fly of his pants to get out of your way in less than 30 seconds, you slid your hand into his pants, squeezing his member in your hand multiple times.
“How come everything about you is so perfect, Park Jinyoung?”
“What?” he gasped when you squeezed your hand tighter.
“Even your cock is perfect, there’s not one flaw, I just can’t believe the fact you’re all perfect and in this much need of me.”
“Because you’re perfect for me maybe?” he asked quickly and pushed your hand away from his pants. You watched him take the pants and the underwear off, making your mouth water at a single sight of his perfectly built cock.
“Oh fuck, just go all in.” you pumped him in your hand, before he took your panties off. You felt him slide up and down your slit, covering himself in you.
“All in?”
“Yeah.” you sighed and spread your legs wider than before, mentally preparing for a stretch you craved for the most. Your moan and his grunts were the only noises that filled up the room. “Just go deeper.” you gasped and felt his hips smash against yours. “Yeah.” you nodded again.
“Baby, shit, I mean Y/n, this is driving me insane.”
“Why?” you gasped when his palm squeezed your side to get inside of you better.
“Sex with you is always making my heart burst with love.” he paused mid sentence every time his hips slapped against yours. “I just love you so much no words are helping me to express my feelings even though I’m teaching freaking literature.”
“Slow down.” you pulled his face towards you and hugged his neck “If you’re doing this not just to get yourself off, do it slowly, make love to me. I’m so scared to say out loud that I love you. I’m scared because if you won’t be here tomorrow I won’t be able to live this life anymore.”
“Don’t say things like that. I won’t leave you and I’m not doing it to get myself off, now I won’t let you sleep until the break of dawn.” He kissed your lips slowly and your eyes closed in pleasure immediately. “Is that better?” he asked breathlessly probably regretting his decision to slow down.
“Yes.” you moaned into his ear. “But if you want to cum, just do it.”
”Inside?”
“Everywhere.” your eyes rolled backwards when his pace fastened once again.
You could feel his seed spread inside of you in 10 minutes, only taking a slight break before cuming inside of you another couple times.
-
You never felt more scared to wake up in your life before. All those night stand would never compare to what you felt right now. You tried to work out if you slept facing the bed or the wall and the simple calculations you did made you believe you were sleeping with your face to the wall. You wanted to open your eyes to understand somehow if he was next to you still but you didn’t work out yet how’d you do it without facing it. Opening your eyes firmly you closed them back in a second. Jinyoung made a low chuckle and you couldn’t believe you forgot you slept on the other side of the bed.
“I did see you opened your eyes.” his hand landed on your cheek. You opened them back up to look at Jinyoung who smiled at you softly.
“Am I in parallel universe? Why are you so chilled right now…?” you asked confused.
“You don’t need to worry about anything.” Jinyoung ran his thumb over your lower lip.
“But are you worried?”
“No.” his smile gave it all away and you pushed his hand off you. “Why?”
“You don’t have to play pretend.”
“I’m not pretending. Even if I’m a little upset with my own self it doesn’t mean I’m not happy to be with you right now.”
“But you are upset.”
“But why does it matter now? I want to not think of these things while we’re here.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s not something you have to worry about.” he looked at you, pulling your head in gently.
“Why?”
“You just wanted to help Sona, if I didn’t risk it all in that taxi I would’ve woken up on my own in my bed. When you let me touch you and kiss you in that car I knew you won’t be against sleeping with me. I know we both wanted it but I’m the one who initiated all of it so if there’s anyone to blame it’s me.”
“Okay.” you nodded not knowing what else to say. You kind of wished now he left before you woke up.
Jinyoung moved your head closer to his and kissed you slowly. “Do you have plans for today?” he moved his lips to your cheek.
“No, but what time it is?” you reached for your phone and looked at the screen when it lit up. “Shit it’s 3pm.”
“You needed to go somewhere?” Jinyoung’s fingers ran down your back making you shiver quickly.
“No…” you gulped noticing one message on your phone from Sona. “Did you give Sona my phone number?”
“What?” Jinyoung’s lips kissed their way up your side now.
“Sona texted me.”
“Texted you what?” he moved away concerned.
“That she came home and you’re not there. She’s asking me where you are. You live with her? That’s why you wanted to change the address?” you felt somehow betrayed. Jinyoung acted like a great liar and you couldn’t understand when did he start to lie so professionally. “You just wanted to sleep with me but didn’t want to upset her? And what if I lived with Junwon? What would you do?” you pushed him away disappointed.
“I don’t live with her, what are you saying. She came because she knows the code, I didn’t think of anything when I wanted to change the address, your house is closer, that’s the only reason, I swear.” you turned your back to him keeping quiet. “Maybe you just don’t trust me anymore and think of me differently.” you could feel him move on the bed, standing up and by the sound of it putting his clothes on.
“Yeah, sure, just leave.” you mumbled disappointed. Everything was bound to go down in flames in the morning and you just knew it, but still gave in last night. Knew it’s going to hurt but still allowed yourself to do it. Jinyoung walked over your bed and you could see him approach you with your peripheral vision. Jinyoung squatted in front of you and you tried to pretend you never noticed him. He laid his lips right above your knee, making you shiver immediately. Jinyoung’s fingers touched your feet and you couldn’t understand what he wanted until you felt material of your underwear slide up your legs. You helped him put it on and sat back down onto your bed. Jinyoung stood up and your eyes ran up after him, quickly going back to looking straight when his eyes caught you. He put on a shirt over your head, forcing your hands to go through designated holes making them drop back down lifelessly.
Jinyoung’s body lowered next to you, touching your hand ever so slightly. You didn’t pull away and he took it as a green light. Jinyoung’s hand hugged you around the waist, forcing to fall back when he fell back, intertwining your every limb with his. He made your head lay atop of his biceps, resting his lips against your forehead. Even though you tried to fight with your own body, you hugged him back quickly, hiding your face against him.
“Do you still feel it?” he spoke so slowly and quietly you felt like you could fall asleep once again. “Feel like you love me? Like you belong right next to me? Do you think you still trust me? Think I’m the one you’ll be able to love? Do you think I can make you happy? Or do you think I’m not someone you loved anymore? Do you think we can’t go past this night? I’ll never be able to live my life like the happiest year of my life didn’t exist. Like you never existed in it. I just miss us talking, I miss your stories, I miss the way you listened to everything I told you. Nobody listens to me the way you did. I miss how you teased me about everything, I miss the way you teased me for doing things not the way you were doing them, calling me old and all that. I just miss how you brought light to my life and made it all make sense. How you’d hug me for hours just because I couldn’t see you for a day, how you’d always make time for me, how you’d do anything if I ever asked you for help. I miss your smile, I miss kissing your lips before I fall asleep and kissing them right after I wake up.” he paused and the sound of your heart beating deafened the room. “You’re probably wondering why the hell is he saying all this after all those months of rejection or after I said we probably won’t work out anymore. I still remember that look on your face after I said it. I wanted to take those words back immediately, I wanted to just kiss you and go back home, but I couldn’t. Somehow I thought it’ll all go away if I’ll keep the things the way they turned out, but nothing went away and when you brought Junwon to our movie night I just felt so disappointed with myself I couldn’t talk to you. I realised you finding someone wasn’t actually something I wanted for real, it was something I thought was right.” he paused again and rubbed his face your hair. “Please say something?” his fingers moved over to your face, trying to see any reaction on it. You held onto his palm, pushing it off your face when you suddenly remembered how you held onto his wrist with your nails. 4 blue moon shaped bruises caught your eyes on each of Jinyoung’s wrists.
“I’m sorry.” you ran your finger over them, raising your eyes to look him in the eyes. “How are you going to explain this to Sona.”
“It’s not what I wanted you to talk about.” he caught your finger and moved it away.
“What do you want me to say…” you sighed and moved your body a little to have your face closer to his neck. “You’re saying all this but you’ll get back to reality when you’ll exit this place so what matters is what you’ll do or say later. You’re going to go insane when you’ll actually process in your head what you did, when you’ll process that things you’d never do were done so easily last night and I have no idea what you’re going to do about it and how you’re going to feel about me. At least, I know I risked it all and got the taste of what I wanted for the last time, because I don’t believe you’ll come back here tomorrow. I doubt you’ll come back here at all.”
“I meant it when I said I love you.”
“Okay.” you sighed into his neck. “Why does it matter to you suddenly? After living all your life with your brain, why suddenly listen to your heart?”
“Because when I’m with you I always do what my heart tells me, even though I make it seem for you the other way round. I just wanted you to be able to depend on me.”
“I understand nothing, Jinyoung.” you raised your head and looked at him with tears in your eyes.
“I’ve got so much love for you, but I don’t know what to do.” he said hopelessly and it was probably the first time in your entire life you saw that look on his face. You leaned in to him, kissing his plump lips with love. Jinyoung’s hand helped you straddle him, running his hands back up to hold your face in place, while your hands were hugging his neck. You kissed him deeply, you kissed him trying to return all the love you had for him back through the tip of your tongue, but the more you kissed him the deeper you fell, the harder it felt to unlock your arms and let go of him. The longer you kissed the more it felt like your last ever kiss. You couldn’t stop thinking it was a goodbye on his side, you tried to make yourself brave enough to make it a goodbye on your side too. Jinyoung’s lips sucked onto your lower lip teasingly making that heaviness in your chest grow bigger. You tried to pull back but Jinyoung’s hand suddenly pushed your head back down, taking all you had for him himself. When it felt like too much, when you felt like you reached the point of no return you pushed back, catching his hands and making them let go of you.
“I want more.” he whined like a child and you slapped yourself internally for moving your head a millimetre towards him.
“Please go.” you tried to move from his legs but his grip was stronger than before.
“Why?”
“Sona’s looking for you, I have to see Junwon too.”
“Why?”
“Because I miss him.”
“Even when you’re with me?” you didn’t reply and Jinyoung’s hands let go of you, allowing for you to move away from him. “I’m sorry for everything.” he said bitterly.
“Are you saying sorry for everything you said and did?” you felt yourself getting worked up.
“No, I’m not sorry for that. I’m sorry for not understanding how much you’re attracted to him and how much you love him. I made you cheat on someone you love, so I’m sorry.”
“Okay.” you wanted to say what was actually going on between you and Junwon but he just went on and you decided to not make him feel better about himself.
“Okay.” he repeated after you in a minute, putting all of his clothes back on. “Bye.”
“Goodbye, Jinyoung.” you gulped loudly not being able to hold yourself back when you heard the door close behind him.
“No, I was thinking of this Friday maybe?”
“Just for the weekend?”
“Maybe the weekend, maybe a week, who knows?” you chuckled into your phone. “You should come with me, my mom would love to meet you.”
“As who?” you could hear him tap his keyboard through the phone.
“A dear friend.” you heard Junwon’s low giggle. “What? Scared?” you teased, running your eyes over the crosswalk. The light turned green and you made your way towards your house.
“No, I’m not scared. I just have to work.”
“I get it, I totally joked.” you said quickly and listened to his breathing for a while.
“I’m a little worried about you though?”
“Eh?”
“Two days after the Jinyoung accident you’re leaving.”
“This isn’t related to him, my mom calls me to come home all the time.”
“Okay…” you could hear in his face he didn’t believe it.
“Plus… I said I love you right into his face, if I didn’t lie, he would’ve stayed so it’s my decision and I’m fine.”
“But why? Why you said it? Do I need to know something?” you laughed out loud.
“Because I didn’t understand if he did really want it or not.”
“So this just proved to you he didn’t actually want it?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” you sighed and felt heavy.
“Do you thi…” a shock wave ran through your body the moment a stranger pulled you by the hand.
“Let go, I’ll scream!” You shouted immediately, pulling onto your hand. Your phone fell onto the ground and you turned around to remember this persons face. You were hoping they just needed money and was ready to give it to them. “Oh my god.” you gasped when you realised it’s Jinyoung.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” his hand let go of you and you bent to grab the phone.
“Y/n, Y/n? Do you hear me? Y/n?” you could hear Junwon shout into the phone.
“I dropped the phone.” you sighed.
“What happened? Where are you? I’ll come.”
“No, no. It’s fine, it’s… I dropped the keys and the guy just gave them to me. I didn’t hear him call.” your eyes ran over Jinyoung’s face while you were talking.
“Are you sure? Are you lying? Name a fruit if you’re in danger?” his concerned voice made you chuckle.
“No need to worry, I am totally fine. I’ll text you later, okay?”
“Yeah, bye. You scared me.”
“I know, I got scared myself, bye.” you hid the phone in your pocket. “You could’ve just called my name. I’m not deaf.”
“I did, but I guess you didn’t hear because you were on the phone. I’m sorry, you walked too fast I…” he paused.
“Whatever. What you wanted?” your eyes ran over his entire body. He wore sweatpants and a hoodie, probably coming to you from home. “Forgot something?”
“I…hm…” you looked concerned “I broke up with Sona.”
“Congrats?” you made a careless face expression.
“What?” he looked at you confused.
“What you wanted me to say?”
“I don’t know.” he shook his head and looked at his feet. “I just wanted you to know that I was not planning on dating her after what happened.”
“Okay.”
“And I understand that you love your boyfriend and everything is so crooked.” his eyes met yours and he paused. “Did you tell him, by the way?”
“I did.” you blinked mindlessly.
“Are you two… okay?” he bit onto his lower lip and stared at you asking. “It’s none of my business I guess.” he shook his head trying to get back to what he wanted to say. “I came to tell you something.”
“Yeah?” you suddenly felt nervous, gulping. The pause felt like forever and you couldn’t understand what he slowed down for.
“When I left your place I realised my timing was wrong, when I realised I love you, you already found someone else and I can tell you’re not making it up like I tried to. What really matters is I made you cheat, I’m so sorry, I want to apologise for making you do it. I honestly feel disgusting because of myself. I came to apologise and to tell you that I’m transferring to a university in Busan. It’ll help us to get over each other. I mean, for me to get over everything that happened and for the both of us to not ruin each other’s life’s anymore.”
“You’re what?”
“I’m moving to Busan.” he said once again and you couldn’t breathe for a second.
“But why?” you took a little step closer to him.
“I just don’t want to trigger neither of ours feelings.” you chewed onto your lower lip, wishing to touch his elbow but resisting.
“I really … really am sorry. Guilt is eating me alive, I ruined your relationship..”
“You didn’t.”
“What do you mean? You didn’t tell him?”
“I did, but he doesn’t care.”
“Wh… what? What do you mean?” Jinyoung were confused.
“We’re just fuck buddies, we don’t care.” you said quickly. “You don’t have to blame yourself for nothing on my side, if it’ll make you feel better.” you touched his forearm. Jinyoung’s hand laid atop your fingers, holding on to them.
“Come to Busan with me then?”
“Jinyoung, this all is so confusing.” you shook your head and took a step back, losing all contact you two had.
“Y/n, please. Just this once.” Jinyoung’s fingers landed on your cheek, holding you in place. “Just say you want me to drop everything and stay with you? Just say you want us to be together again. Or say you’ll go with me. Please say anything.” he begged you hopelessly and you couldn’t believe your eyes. It wasn’t anyone, this was Jinyoung. You just couldn’t work out it was real. He was asking you to do crazy things, Jinyoung wanted to be crazy and asked you to be crazy with him.
Your fingers touched his on your cheeks, while you chewed on your lower lip.
“And what would you do for me to say this?” you asked seriously, making his hands hang down his body holding yours.
“What do you mean? What you want me to do?”
“You’re the one who should tell me what you’d do to have me back. Shouldn’t you show me your determination?”
“Wh…what?” his confused look almost made you chuckle aloud.
“Close your eyes.” the words left your mouth slower than he closed them.
“I really… really don’t know what you want me to do but if you’ll tell, I’ll do anything.”
“Jesus, Jinyoung, shut up.” you sighed and took a step closer to him. “You really shouldn’t have done everything this way.” you whispered. “But the way you did it makes me feel like the both of us are still teenagers.” you sighed heavily. “I wanted you to close your eyes so you’d get all nervous while I make you wait. Are you nervous? Do you want to know if I’ll refuse or agree?”
“I do.” he gulped.
“What if I’ll make you wait for an hour?” you held back to not touch his soft cheek.
“I guess I’ll wait but…” you interrupted him by smashing your lips against his. You couldn’t tiptoe because you lost your balance, forcing Jinyoung to bent a little. Your lips moved slowly against his, and even though he kissed you back his hands didn’t touch you. You wrapped your hands around his neck, kissing him faster than before and he pulled back. “What does this mean?” he blinked quickly.
“Nothing, I’m just kissing you. It’s not the reply.” you tried to kiss him again, when his hands held onto yours, forcing for you to let go of him.
“I don’t understand your game.”
“It’s because you’re not smart, even though you try to seem so.”
“Y/n.” he licked his lips and you wanted to kiss him again and again.
“Want to go upstairs?” you didn’t let him speak.
“What for?”
“To spend last minutes before you go to Busan together.”
“I shouldn’t have come.” he dropped your hands, turning on his heels to walk away. You watched him take quick steps towards his car that he always parked there. Halfway through, you suddenly realised.
“Jinyoung, wait. Wait!” you ran after him, quickly getting in front of him when he stopped walking. “You forgot something.”
“What?” he looked confused behind you and when he couldn’t find anything on the ground looked back at you.
“Me?” you raised your hands for him to hug you but he froze confused.
“Huh?”
“Didn’t you say you wanted me to go to Busan with you? I thought you’d feel relieved and would want to hug me.” you pouted and moved your hands back down.
“I can’t feel relief when I’m confused like this.”
“I want you to drop everything for me, and I want to go anywhere you want me to go with you, if you’ll promise to love me like you did, if you’ll promise to always stay by my side, okay?”
“But, what was this with doing something for you?” his brain seemed to not move on.
“I fooled around but you weren’t able to understand. I need to once again get used to the idea that you’re the biggest grandpa in the world.”
“I was thinking of all the options you could come up with.”
“Everything you do is more than enough.” you made your lips go in a straight line and smiled.
“I love you.” he leaned in to peck the corner of your lips. “And your crazy brain.”
THE END
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If You Love Me | pt.2
🌹Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part I
🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan
🌹language, highly descriptive sex scenes, spit-play, neck area, ear area, mentions of marriage
🌹word count: 10,147
🌹After months of absence, Mark surprises you with a getaway trip to the Mediterranean, but his hidden agenda unveils a life-changing surprise that alters your relationship forever.
🌹Ya'll really got this to 20 notes 😭I really didn't expect it 'cuz I felt like the story was way longer and wasn't as well written as Butt-Naked at The MGM✨ (which ya'll have been running TF UP) I don't know what to say other than thank you. Writing Smut again has been therapeutic in a strange way. I will continue writing female-focused consensual and SAFE smut for K-pop h0es!!! Much love.
📢I will be taking a short break from my main boo, Mark Tuan (we're not breaking up I swear) Just have some other K-pop daddies I have been neglecting. If you are a fan of #KARD you might be seeing a BM fantasy coming soon. 👀
~ The Next Morning
You woke up to the warmth of bright sunlight hitting your face.
You had slept so soundly that you felt fully rested, instead of exhausted from being awake late the previous night. As you recalled the events of the night before, a sleepy smile appeared on your face. Memories of how your incredible prince treated you like a princess would satisfy anyone's needs, but your biggest gain was just that you got to spend some quality time with him. You reached out to the opposite side of the bed, hoping to touch the skin of your man, only to feel the crinkle of cold sheets in return. Mark was not in bed.
You immediately frowned, got out of bed, and pulled one of his shirts over your bare body. It was slightly too big for you but being engulfed in his smell after months of not being able to touch him, was utterly satisfying. Just as you stumbled out of the room and made your way down the stairs, the smell of hot, fresh breakfast filled your nose.
You walked to the kitchen and saw Mark's toned back facing you. You quietly inched closer behind him, hugged him by the waist, and poked your face to his side.
"Hey you," Mark greeted you with a grin.
"Hey," you smiled back.
"Good Morning," he turned to you and gave you a morning kiss. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a good pair of sneaky hands."
"Not sorry," you gave a devilish grin.
"Sit down, I just made us breakfast," Mark told you as he pulled the omelets off the skillet with a spatula and placed each delicately on their own plate.
"Thank you, Markie. You didn't have to do this." You said, sitting on the barstool stool at the island. "But since you made me stay up and took the energy out of me last night, I guess it's well deserved."
He sets a glass of orange juice in front of you.
"You're so dramatic," He chuckled.
"You mean super cute?" You asked through a pout.
Mark's adorable laugh filled the kitchen.
When the last plate was on the counter, you returned to your seat and gave him a cheeky smile. Mark barely resisted the urge to kiss right then and there as he covered his laughter with a quiet sigh.
"Now can we eat?"
"Of course, thank you, Mark. This looks amazing."
"No problem, love." He pulled his stool closer to the counter and sat next to you.
You both finished your breakfast quietly while playing footsie until Mark broke the silence.
"So, are you excited for the trip?" he smiled at you.
"Yeah, especially since I had no idea I was even going on a trip in the first place. Are you gonna give me any clues as to where we are going?" You said, playfully pouting your bottom lip.
"No, it's a surprise, remember? You just have to be patient. We leave the day after tomorrow, so start packing."
You smiled at him, satisfied with his answer. As he sat up, still chewing his last bite, you just stared, taking in everything about him. He had such a genuine personality and you loved it, so you continued, watching his concentrated expression. He finally looked at you, his intense gaze boring into you. The edges of his eyes crinkled as his lips stretched into a smile. God, he was beautiful.
"Now why do you keep staring at me like that?" He laughed.
"Like what?" You asked innocently.
Mark knew you well. His words only said 'stop,' but his eyes didn't match. He couldn't say no to you. He could deny it all he wanted, but you knew him too well to know that he liked it. Suddenly the atmosphere became tenser, and heat pooled in your stomach when you remembered how he looked down at you last night in the shower. Your eyes almost glossed over, and you immediately bit the corner of your lip.
"If you think that by staring at me like that you can convince me to do something, then you're wrong," he grabbed both plates and placed them in the sink.
"Mmhm, whatever, you love it," you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.
Mark walked back over to you, his hands found your waist and pulled you close.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he got closer to you.
"I haven't got enough of you yet," he breathed before taking your lips into a slow and passionate kiss. His body pressed against yours, not leaving any room between you. Mark broke the kiss by nibbling your lower lip.
He slowly licked the path to your ear and whispered, "Tell me what you want..."
You cradled his head closer. "I want to know where the fuck you're taking me on vacation." You moved your hands away from his neck as you dashed up the stairs, giggling.
"Come back here!" He jokingly called from downstairs and a few seconds later, his footsteps could be heard bounding up the stairs. Before you knew it you felt Mark's arms wrap tightly around and lift you in the air.
"Shit!!"
You giggled as he threw you both on the bed, running his nose along your neck and collarbone.
"So are you going to tell me where we're going?"
Mark buried his face into your chest and spoke in a muffled voice, "Not telling," The vibration from his voice sent tickles into your body, causing Mark to look up and laugh.
"You're just too cute." He reached for your cheek, cupping it with his hand and gently brushing your skin.
You say "I'll be even cuter, after hearing where we're going." You wiggled your eyebrows.
Mark groaned. He could see that you weren't completely persuaded, so he slowly walked over to the nightstand next to your shared bed and opened its drawer. After an anxious few seconds of shuffling around, Mark pulled out a red envelope.
"What's that?" You asked as he walked towards you.
"Our flight info. That's all you're getting out of me. No more spoiling the surprise."
You carefully took the envelope from his grasp as Mark stood over you. You unfolded the tucked sheet of folded paper and navigated the text until you saw his name. You read the location aloud:
Destination: LAX - SKG
You paused as your brows furrowed in confusion. "SKG?"
"That's Greece," Mark whispered, his gaze switching between your eyes and lips.
"Mark! Ahhhhhh!!!" You yelped before launching onto him, almost sending him flying back. He looked up at you and let out a laugh. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
You planted sloppy, wet kisses across his face before his hands slipped from under him and he fell back against the mattress with you.
"I'm glad you like the surprise." Mark looked up at you with a wide grin, showing off his pearly white teeth.
You blushed. "This is romantic, Markie."
You nuzzled your nose against his. He reached his hands up and interlaced his fingers with your own.
"Seven days, just the two of us, with a beautiful beach and breathtaking scenery."
"A whole week alone...? Mark...do you realize what you're saying? No cameras, no schedules?" You say sarcastically.
"I know. I'm just as excited as you are. There's no rush, we can take things as fast or as slow as we'd like to. We can sightsee and take pictures and eat tons of delicious food." Mark grinned.
You chuckled in response as Mark placed a kiss on your cheek.
"But honestly," Marks lifted his head and turned his eyes from you. "I don't care who sees us together." He stopped, blushing slightly, "I doubt any fans will see us in Greece, but even if they do, I want you by my side. Not ten feet behind me."
He reached up and stroked your cheek, slowly running his thumb against the dark tint of your skin.
"I'd love that, Mark." Your heart was beating fast, and you could feel your blood thumping through your veins. Your palms felt slightly clammy and a flush of warmth rushed to your cheeks. Mark's confession was adorable to you, even though it sounded like something a child would say, Mark did so in a way that could make you melt like gooey caramel. His words radiated sincerity and you couldn't contain the flutter in your stomach, let alone hide the stupidly happy expression on your face. After spending the morning curled up with Mark and marathoning a slew of series on Netflix, you both finally got a well-deserved nap.
The anticipation leading up to the trip to Greece had been building for days, and you were filled with a restless excitement that lasted throughout the entire sixteen-hour plane ride. As you landed in Thessaloniki, the view was truly breathtaking. You were immediately struck by the explosion of colors, mountains, and gorgeous buildings that surrounded the plane. Everything was so unlike anything you had ever experienced before.
You were able to pass through customs quickly, and the moment you stepped outside, the warm Mediterranean sun hit your face. You were greeted with a colorful array of sights, sounds, and smells. Mark was holding your hand, and you felt his grip tighten as you squeezed his hand in excitement.
"We're finally here," he said, smiling.
"Mark, this is incredible."
"Come on, let's get our luggage and go. We have a car waiting for us."
Mark led you to the luggage claim, and you quickly found your bags. He insisted on carrying them as the two of you made your way out of the airport. Outside, a driver was waiting for you, and he helped load your luggage into the trunk of the car. You and Mark climbed into the back seat, and the driver started the engine.
As your driver made her way to the property, you felt Mark's warm palm clasp perfectly with yours, like a puzzle piece. It was a small gesture, but it made you feel a sense of completeness that hadn't been felt in a long time. Mark drew a long, meaningful gaze into your eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. You felt your heart race as Mark leaned in, closed his eyes, and gently kissed your warm lips. It was a moment that you would never forget, and it was just the beginning of what would be an unforgettable trip.
As you pulled up to the house, you were in awe. You have found yourself far from the busy city of Thessaloniki, to the more intimate beach town of Ayía Triás. The beach house that Mark had rented was beautiful. Stucco walls coated a one-story tan house. An archway led you inside the entryway from the courtyard. A terrace filled with white wicker furniture had a glass cocktail table with a large umbrella for shade. Even better was the location. Although the house was directly on the beach, it provided seclusion and privacy that made the island feel as though it were the only place in the world. From where you were standing, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.
"So, what do you think?" Mark asked with a big grin on his face.
"I can't believe this is where we are staying."
You were dumbfounded as the two of you made their way inside. This area of the house was decorated with bright modern colors, shades of teal and white reflected in the decoration and furniture. In the middle of the living room area was a large sectional couch facing the back terrace and a sparkling pool.
"My good friend's family owns the property, and they often rent it out to their friends and family," Mark said as he placed the suitcases next to the entryway. "Since we are visiting during a non-seasonal time of year, there was no issue with me renting it."
"It's gorgeous Mark." You wrapped your arms tightly around him, giggling with delight.
Mark slid his arms over your shoulders, bringing your body close to his and returning the embrace. He took the opportunity to whisper into your ear.
"There's so much I want to see with you here." He started with his eyes fixated on you, not even a second without glancing.
"Me too," You said in-between a yawn. "But we should get some rest after that long plane ride."
He nodded in agreement before yawning himself. "Let's check out the bedroom."
His fingers danced lightly across your shoulders as he gestured for you to lead the way. You walked across the glossy wood floor to a spacious master bedroom where you quickly dropped all of your heavy bags. You eyed the large, king-sized bed, adorned with a deep coffee frame and fluffy linen sheets. Mark was close behind and once you saw him enter the doorway, you immediately peeled off your jeans and shirt, exposing your lacy underwear set.
Mark stopped midway as his eye caught you stripping, and he watched you confidently discard your top and bra. He glanced at your body from behind. His stare was obvious, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Once you were bare, you carefully folded your clothes, and you neatly stacked them in a small pile beside your suitcase.
Mark appeared in your peripheral vision with his eyes gazing all over your beautiful caramel-colored skin. "We should take a nice, long shower, don't you think?"
You giggled softly as he placed his hands on your warm thighs, tracing small circles with the pad of his thumb. The warm pads of his fingers felt nice as he slipped his fingers slowly into the thin fabrics of your underwear and gave a firm squeeze to your bottom.
"Yes, we should. But I think you may be talking 'bout something else." You smirked and bopped his nose. "You know we're both too tired for that."
Mark groaned, sounding almost pouty, and pulled his fingers away.
"You really kill a guy's vibe sometimes." The mischievous glimmer in his eyes showed how much he loved teasing you.
You both took a shower before you jumped on the bed, stealing one of Mark's bigger shirts to wear to bed and tucking your hair inside your bonnet. As Mark stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, it hung past his hips, resting just below his v-line. Mark strolled over to his duffle bag, letting you eye his still-damp body glistening in the late afternoon light.
"Which side of the bed you want?"
Without taking your eyes off him, you moved to the side closest to the window and let your head fall back on the cloud-like pillow. His abs flexed as he bent over and searched through his bag for a new pair of boxers to wear. Just the way his muscles moved under his skin enticed you so much.
"Do you plan on staring for the rest of the night?" he chuckled.
"Maybe," You curled your body, letting the cover bounce off you with a quiet rustling. "Just admiring the view."
Mark threw the wet towel into the hamper before sliding into a pair of his Calvin's and turned off the light, leaving the room to glow orange in the evening light. Allowing yourself to melt into the mattress, the thick duvet and soft pillowcase cradled your head like a cloud. With Mark tucked warmly under the covers, you instinctively moved towards him until you felt his body heat coming from his pillow. Mark smiled in the dark and mirrored you, shifting to his side, tilting his head slightly down, and his chest grazed the skin between your shoulder blades.
"Thanks for going on this trip with me," Mark spoke lowly.
"Well, it's not like I had a choice", You joked. "You most definitely planned a whole trip without my knowledge."
Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending that you didn't enjoy the surprise."
"Of course I did," You smiled. "But next time, ask before you make a trip or whatever,"
"Okay fine, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore would it?" Mark said matter-of-factly. He leaned forward and planted his heart-shaped lips on your cheek. You swatted your hand in a half-hearted attempt to push him away before surrendering to his warm embrace. He brought his nose to the crook of your neck and started to place slow kisses on your flesh.
"But seriously, it means a lot that we're here together." He reached forward and caressed the skin on your arm.
You could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing under his skin as you drew your hand slowly up and down his arm, not a word came to you, so you shifted your gaze up to Mark, to see his heavy-lidded eyes studying you.
"There's no one else that I'd rather be with." You finally mustered up a whisper.
His hands found their way under the shirt, and Mark dragged his fingertips across your abdomen, feeling your warm soft skin against his palms. Mark teasingly tugged at the bottom hem of your shirt before his hands began to slide underneath it slowly.
"Baby.." a soft gasp escaped his lips. "No panties?" Mark stopped for a moment with widened eyes.
"Oops, Must've forgotten to slip it on." You said nonchalantly.
Mark ached against you through his clothes and groaned. "You're making it so hard to keep my hands off you..."
"And…why would you be stopping yourself?"
"I kinda want the next time to be a little more... special." Mark gave a gentle smirk. "Maybe after a nice dinner date on the beach or something," he whispers, planting another kiss on your neck.
You hummed in response to his soft lips against your skin, but you were also confused. What exactly was this 'surprise'? A romantic Mediterranean getaway on a hidden cove already sounded like the most special thing. It didn't make any sense, but a part of you felt giddy and flustered just thinking about it.
"Hmmm...okay," you said, playing along. You were already content, as Mark remained curled against you.
"Besides, It's not like I get many dates with my girl, right?"
"No, you're right." Your smile faded. You were painfully aware that Mark is an idol, and his relationships are heavily scrutinized, especially his dating life. Mark was fairly reserved, but you knew that his dating life was a topic that fans liked to dig into. You had witnessed firsthand how news about Mark would go viral within the Korean fan base and how the articles would get wilder as they evolved with speculation. Some of his fans were eager to paint any potential dating partner of Mark's as someone ready to take advantage of Mark's money or popularity. It hurt you sometimes to watch this unfold in front of you and Mark, but Mark didn't allow fans' speculation to faze him.
Mark squeezed the skin on your hips before speaking, his deep and sultry voice echoed through the room. "I’ll give you your next surprise tonight, then." Mark's warm voice returned you from your thoughts.
What?
You lay there and processed the thought until you felt Mark's long arms wrap around your torso and pull you snugly against his well-toned chest. You melted back into him as Mark nuzzled his chin atop your shoulder, pulling you into a loose, comfortable spoon. A sense of joy filled your heart and you were incredibly content with how your relationship was moving with Mark. You enjoyed his companionship and felt happy anytime he was close by.
"I love you." His voice was a whisper.
"I love you too."
Mark smiled against your hair and tightened his hold for a moment, then relaxed. The sound of waves lapping at the beach soothed you, and you closed your eyes, allowing the tiredness from traveling to take you.
~
After an hour or so of dozing off, you were awakened by the softness of Mark's lips on your cheek. "Wake up sleepy-head."
His voice was low, husky. You looked at the clock which read 4:45 pm. As your vision adjusted to the dim light, you propped yourself on your elbows, pushing the duvet off your shoulders, while blinking away the sleep from your eyes. Mark chuckled lightly to himself as he got up from the bed.
"Let's go into town and explore a little before our beach date later." He urged, playfully dragging you out of bed by your ankles.
"Can we nap a bit longer?" You smiled at him and patted the space next to you.
Mark groaned and resisted your tempting offer for snuggling. "If we fall back asleep, I'd rather it be during the sunset on the beach, cuddling."
A yawn left your body at the thought of lying lazily in Mark's arms until you heard Mark mention cuddling. It sounded great, and the idea of stretching in the sunset beckoned you.
"Sunset?" You mumbled. "...Fine."
Grudgingly, you pushed yourself out of bed and made your way into the bathroom, but not before stealing a quick kiss from Mark on the way. You freshened yourself up, fixed your hair, applied some makeup, and slipped into a sundress. When you stepped back into the bedroom, you realized that the sky was now a vibrant shade of orange.
As you peered outside the windows, you could see Mark standing in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky. He wore a pair of loose shorts and a loose white linen button-up with the top two buttons undone. There was something about seeing him in white that struck you differently. It made him look angelic, almost angel-like, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He stood tall in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, and you had a perfect view from the window in the hallway. You stood there for a few seconds, completely mesmerized. Mark eventually caught a glimpse of you in the reflection of the window and spun around with a big grin on his face. With a bright twinkle in his eye, he took a few long strides over to you, cradled your face, and kissed you passionately.
"You look so beautiful". His eyes were wide with wonder as he stared at you in the setting sky.
You blushed and pressed your cheek against his warm palms.
As Mark finished speaking, he looked down, removing his gaze from your face, seemingly searching for words. His gaze dropped down to your waist. Mark drew his hand away from your cheek and clutched the strap on the side of your dress. Mark traced the trim of your sundress with the pad of his thumb as you took a few steps forward. With one small step, you closed the distance between your bodies, feeling his heart beating in rhythm with yours as his toned muscles were pressed against your chest. The warm breeze blew through his hair as Mark's eyes met yours once more, taking your hand and squeezing it tightly. He started to turn away from you with a wide grin spreading across his cheeks, his bunny teeth peeking past his lips.
"Follow me," Mark said with a husky voice while leading you into the courtyard and outside the front of the house.
The air was warm, not too hot, as you both walked the stone road to your destination. The scents of fresh fish, cheeses, olives, and many more delicacies wafted through the air. Several charming shops seemed to beckon you. You passed by countless restaurants, bustling with energy and action. You both didn't know where to stop at first. All was so bright, beautiful, and new to you.
You and Mark did try many local delicacies, from bazali sigripeko- a roasted eggplant puree, krotzu- Greek pork belly, souvlaki- pork and/or chicken grilled on a skewer, melokoureto- a walnut and honey dessert, and horiatiki salad- a fresh, traditional Greek salad made with fresh vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, onion, bell pepper, and feta cheese topped with oregano, olive oil, and black pepper. Throughout the entire time you and Mark walked around, Mark never let go of your hand. Before you knew it, it was well past six o'clock, and the sun was beginning to set.
"Ready to watch the show?" Mark stared out at the sea, his face outlined by the glow of the setting sun.
"Let's go," You squeezed Mark's hand.
The two of you walked back out of town, back towards the intimate comfort of your rented villa. Together, you followed a cobblestone walkway carved into the back of the house and led down to the beach. Your breath hitched when the water came into sight as it glittered a brilliant gold in the evening light. The surface was still and you could almost see each grain of sand beneath the reflection.
As you both reached the last few cobblestones, you set your shoes aside. Mark let go of your hand and looked you in the eyes. His gaze was intense, unyielding, and sent your pulse racing.
"Don't get mad at me," Mark's gaze didn't falter, "But I'm gonna give you your surprise now."
"Another one??" You rolled your eyes, secretly enjoying the ongoing spoiling. "You spoiling me a lot, babe." Mark approached you and wrapped an arm around you, leading you down the next couple of steps towards the ground floor.
"All worth it," Mark reassured. "Close your eyes." Mark chuckled, playing the guide. You obeyed and covered your eyes with both hands. Mark placed a hand on your back, leading you down onto the soft, fine, and warm sands.
You giggled lightly at the contrast of the warm sand to your skin. It felt so different to you as you savored each texture under your feet as they dug into the sand with each step. You loved the sounds and how it felt to be walking on sand.
"Where are we going?" A cool sea breeze blew around Mark and yourself, kissing your bare shoulders as it gently sent your sundress ruffling against your skin. Mark gently nudged you to stand still in one area.
"Okay open your eyes," Mark removed your hands from over your eyes.
You opened your eyes to see the beautiful view in front of you: an elegant setting on the cove, with a bottle of champagne on the white-clothed table, along with candles all around. Mark had even decorated the area with strings of fairy lights that hung around the poles for privacy, illuminating the table underneath the orange sky. You covered your mouth.
"Surprised?" Mark chuckled, gently nudging you. You spun to face him with wide, sparkling eyes and threw yourself into Mark's chest, hugging him tightly.
"Mark... this is... so beautiful". Tears began to well in your eyes.
Mark chuckled again. His chest rumbled as he wrapped an arm around your back in a comfortable snug.
Mark cleared his throat, pulling your attention back. "Okay, okay, don't go crying on me yet". His smile never faded as his arm left your shoulders and then gestured towards the table, allowing you to take a closer look. You slowly made your way over with Mark following behind. A silver bucket filled halfway with ice held a bottle of wine. The label read Dom Perignon Rose Champagne Gold Label Rosé- a famous champagne from Champagne, France. Your hands cupped over your mouth.
"Mark.. How much was this bottle of wine..?? It's super expensive".
"Nah, the label alone is expensive but the wine is like... I'm not gonna tell you the price. Knowing you, You're gonna scold me even more".
You slapped Mark gently on his shoulders a few times for spoiling you as Mark caught your wrists in his hand. "Hey, we got to celebrate". Mark silenced your scolding by planting a kiss on the back of your palm. Mark motioned for you to take a seat, which you gladly obeyed. The sun began to sink further into the ocean, painting the sky with its final shades.
Mark popped open the bottle poured a glass of sparkling rosé liquid into the two crystal glasses and handed it over to you before seating himself next to you.
Mark chuckled "Okay before I do the toast, stop. Just stare at that sky over there first."
You lifted your head to where Mark was referring to. Your lips slightly parted as you stared, mesmerized by how it glimmered a bright orange color in the sunset. A golden sparkle came off of each wave that crashed on the shore as the salty winds whipped through the atmosphere.
"The sunset is pretty."
"Yeah. Sure is pretty" Mark stared at you intensely, "The prettiest sight ever." Mark gazed upon your face, glowing in the evening light as his eyes took in every inch of your beauty. His eyes danced around every feature of your face; your eyes, lips, your cheekbones. He stared intently at your beautiful pink lips with a gleam of want and neediness in his eye as you snapped back to Mark. You realized that he was gazing upon you instead of the sunset.
You took another sip of the champagne, its bubbles tickling your nose. "This feels like a fairy tale..." You continued, "I'm having such a wonderful time with you. Thank you for this."
Mark looked thoughtful. "Don't thank me yet." You scrunched your face at Mark.
"You mean.. there's something else? Mark- How much did you prep-"
"Shhh," Mark shushed you by gently placing two fingers over your lips as you giggled. You were met with silence as you looked at Mark. He smiled softly and tipped his wine glass against his lips. "Remember when we first met?"
You raised an eyebrow at Mark, confused as to where Mark was heading.
Mark continued. "Remember that time... when we talked for the first time. It was during Jackson's birthday party in LA. You went as a plus one to one of his friends."
Mark took a quick breath before continuing, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you..." His words were filled with admiration, as his hand traveled to yours, rubbing soothing circles as your heartbeat raced at Mark's next words.
"And after the party, Jackson introduced me to you for the first time, you said my name with such... shyness, I wanted you so badly." Mark blushed heavily at his confession and squeezed your hand. "I'll never forget the way you stared at me... your beautiful eyes..."
His eyes met yours as your mouth parted, taking in what Mark confessed. Mark squeezed your hand tighter with both hands before continuing. "After the party ended, Jackson left but not before giving me the chance to be alone with you." Mark smiled wider. "And I drove you back to your friend's apartment."
You started to put the pieces of this long story together and smiled. Mark smiled back shyly and took another gulp before setting down the glass, reaching to play with the cuff of his sleeve.
"That car ride...we were both awkward at first, but we made good conversation and I thought you were so charming and funny. The more I got to know you, the more I wanted to hold you, to touch you-" Mark smiled warmly before blushing even more. "But I held it all in." Mark finally spilled, releasing the breath that he was holding back from a rush of excitement.
His words made your heart melt at his words, causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip and glanced down.
Mark gently took your palm into his, bringing you back to look into his deep brown eyes. "I had to be patient until I made my girl." Mark spoke slowly with a meaningful stare. “But I haven't quite made you my girl yet, huh?" Mark gazed into the sky with his deep brown pools while tightening his grasp around your palm, leaving no space between the two of you, now sitting side by side.
Mark shuffled in his pocket, met your gaze, his gaze intense, with want and love behind his eyes. His face, contorted with shyness and vulnerability as he parted his lips and uttered, "Will you marry me?"
Mark flipped open the black box to reveal a beautiful sparkling gold ring, with your birthstone resting in the middle. The sunset caught the reflection of Mark's face in the ocean waves as Mark anxiously awaited your answer.
You covered your lips again as happy, sweet tears began to cascade your cheeks. With a tremble, you managed out,
"... yes, I will". Mark let out a deep breath he had been holding in as you cried tears of joy. Mark quickly stood and threw his arms over your shoulders. Mark rested his hand on the back of your head, embracing you tightly in a firm, warm hug as tears began to flow as well. He quickly peppered loving, soft kisses around your ear and jaw as you both sniffed and chuckled. Mark quickly and gently lifted you in the air, spinning your body around as your toes left the sand below your feet.
"I was worried for a sec," Mark whispers before resting his forehead against yours after gliding the ring on your finger. "I thought I wouldn't be able to get the words out. You still make me nervous." Mark closed his eyes and wrapped both his arms around the back of your waist while staring longingly and passionately at your face, relishing your features as tears cascaded your skin.
"You were amazing, I loved it!" You lifted your finger admiring your ring in the light. "And, Mark, my ring, it's so beautiful.. I can't believe you remembered my birthstone." Mark blushed at your flattering remarks, bashfully lowering his head as you began to caress his cheek. You placed your nose under his as he intertwined his arms under your arms. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you whispered, "Mark..." He felt goosebumps instantly all over his body as he savored the sound of his name leaving your mouth.
Click!
Mark quickly turned his head with a sharp jerk toward where he thought he heard a familiar sound. Mark quickly shielded your face with his palm as he heard the constant snapping of what sounded like several pictures being taken. The once peaceful beach setting was suddenly disrupted by the presence of strangers taking candid pictures. They hid behind bushes as the clicking of their cameras began to ring in Mark's ear like a relentless pest.
"Shit…" Mark exclaimed and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Cameras...".
"Hey," You placed your hands on his chest. "Don't worry about them." You briefly glanced over Mark's shoulders.
"But, our proposal pictures are going to be online..." Mark sighed. "This isn't how I pictured this at all". Mark pressed his forehead to yours.
"Mark," You tilted his chin so that your gazes met and lifted yourself to reach his height by tip-toeing. You kissed his cheek and planted soft kisses around the crook of his ear. "Let them," You whispered into his ear softly. "The love of my life just asked me to be his wife. Nothing can ruin this."
You ran your fingers up his nape and teased Mark by leaning in closer to his face, planting a soft, teasing kiss in between Mark's puffed lips as both of your eyes slowly shut. Mark smirked against your lips and let out a soft hum before pressing his lips forward for a brief moment. "C'mere wifey."
Without a second thought, Mark bent down and lifted you with two firm hands supporting the backs of your thighs; the soft sea breeze softly ruffled Mark's hair as he carried your body effortlessly toward the water. You squealed excitedly as you felt the cool water creep up to your waist as Mark held you in the water. His arms pulled you close enough that you could feel his racing heartbeat. You wrapped your arms around Mark's neck.
"I can't believe we're getting married..."
You blushed while resting your head against Mark's neck and wrapping your legs around Mark's torso under the waves, causing his neck to tense underneath your lips. Mark smiled, looking upward with glossy eyes as he cherished the sounds of your giggles. Mark felt the tightness in his chest grow more evident as the sun faded below the horizon. Your fingers ran themselves through the back of Mark's hair as the moonlight shone around your silhouettes. You felt your fingertips slightly brushing against the back of Mark's neck in a feather-like motion while feeling his shoulders rise and fall. You both waded in the water for a while, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear over the horizon. The clicks of the cameras faded out, neither of you even noticing they were there anymore. Mark looked down at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the last beams of light that were left.
"So are you going to stare at me all night?" You teased him.
"I can stare at my fiance all I want," Mark whispered into your neck as he continued embracing you, sending shivers down your spine. "Especially when she's this beautiful." Hearing the word 'fiance' coming out of his lips felt so surreal, and it left your heart hammering in your chest. Mark's words were accompanied by kisses trailing up your neck, tickling your cheek, and finally reaching the corner of your mouth, causing you to gasp. He pressed his mouth onto yours, kissing you deeply, pulling you as close to him as possible. His touch was no longer shy or hesitant but it became daring and confident. He kissed you gently, but passionately as if savoring the kiss. When you felt his tongue graze your lower lip, you parted your lips to invite him in. Your own eagerness stunned you.
You pulled away, flustered. A soft whimper of disappointment escaped your lips. It felt like you couldn't control your actions. He was slowly losing control too, and that was the thought driving you wild. You searched his eyes for confirmation and were greeted with a smile and a nod. You brushed your fingers across his face, tracing the outline of his jaw. Your body pressed flush against his. It was Mark's turn to moan now. The sound escaped him in a sexy husky whisper. "You're really pushing it, babe."
You felt him shift under you, tightening the hold on your body, as his hands slid further up your thighs in the water. Your own hands found his nape, allowing Mark to easily take control of the kiss. Your breath hitched for a second when his mouth began to descend across your cheek, to your neck again, placing heated, wet kisses behind your ear.
With Mark's arms snaked around your waist, he lifts you effortlessly out of the water and carries you back to the villa, away from prying eyes and the cool breeze of the beach, and back into the warmth of the house. You wrapped your legs around his waist, afraid to slip down. Mark's lips never left your neck and you buried your hands in his hair, drinking in his scent. He closed the distance between the beach and the front door quickly, holding you with one arm and gently pushing the door with his free hand. Clumsily he turned the doorknob and pressed on the wood with his shoulder. As soon as you were inside, the kiss grew hungry and eager. Mark slammed the door with his back, barely managing to keep you steady with one arm.
You both burst into the bedroom, still locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Mark lowers you onto the bed and pulls back slowly, breaking your kiss. You moan softly into his mouth at the sudden separation. With your breath quickened you scan your fiancé's face and take note of the fire in his eyes as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He wants you, that much is obvious, but this was different.
"Baby?" You breathed. "You okay?"
He looked at you with such reverence and then took a few breaths in and out before speaking. "I love you so much." His gaze meets yours as he places his index finger under your chin and strokes your cheek with his thumb, holding his hand in the place where it previously resided, before he breaks out in a breathtaking grin. "And now that you're finally my fiance, I can't stop thinking about making absolute love to you." His voice drops an octave and you swear you see his irises darken, before they slide up and down your body, stopping briefly at certain points to commit to memory. He crawls over you to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his.
"I don't wanna just fuck you tonight," You shivered at his breath against your sensitive ear. "Tonight, I'm gonna love on every part of you," Your toes curled at his words, as you clung to his shirt for support. His words are warm and you feel a gush of wetness spread across your already soaking underwear.
"I'm not gonna stop until you tell me to."
You shuddered.
Mark gently places his other hand against your cheek and draws closer until the warmth of his soft lips were mere inches away. He traced kisses down your jawline before pressing his mouth firmly against your lips. He was thorough and sensual, but there was also a hint of something deeper. It took a moment before it clicked - hunger, ravenous hunger.
"It was so hard looking at you in this dress," Mark said huskily, brushing his lips on your shoulder. "I almost didn't wanna leave the house after seeing you in it." Mark pushed your shoulder strap off your shoulders while eyeing you lustfully, holding your gaze.
"Take it off me then."
Mark complied without missing a beat; his soft fingers slowly pulled them down your shoulders, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched.
His mouth opened slightly while admiring what was in front of his eyes. His gaze was focused on your breasts while he bit his lip; the sight was enough to get you hot and bothered.
You laid there, on the bed, wearing nothing more than your panties, as his gaze devoured every part of you. His eyes settled for the moment on your breasts. The wide smirk on his face was apparent. He pressed himself down and buried his face between your chest and taking a moment to inhale the scent.
He couldn't control himself. The smell was so intoxicating that Mark attacked the underside of your breasts, trailing kisses across their sensitive flesh until his hot mouth reached your already hardened nubs and took them into his mouth one at a time. Your nipples were between his soft, wet lips, and every second spent pleasuring them got more intense by the minute.
His right hand reached for the other mound and gave it a light squeeze before taking it into his hand.
"Mmm...Mark..." you whimpered softly at his actions.
You writhe beneath him as your hips unconsciously thrust upwards, seeking some sort of contact. Mark gave one final kiss to the underside of each breast, leaving your hardened nubs swollen and coated with a sheen of saliva before turning back to your face. He hovered above you while holding himself up by his hands so his body wouldn't put all its weight down on you. He ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip while savoring the look in your eyes - lust and need.
"Mm. Mm. Mm." He smirked, shaking his head a bit as he continued holding eye contact with you.
"Tease..." You glared, pursing your lips before you ran one of your fingers down his clothed chest, tracing the toned stomach that his thin white button- up did nothing to conceal.
He smiled lovingly at your reaction before removing his shirt by slowly inching it up his abdomen and pulling it over his head without breaking eye contact once during the entire process. You glanced downwards once it was discarded to one side. Mark lowered his hips down and pressed his toned body against you, placing one elbow on the mattress to support his weight.
"I haven't even started teasing you yet." He leaned into your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck. Mark shifted until his erection pressed against your heated core, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, inhaling sharply and clutching at Mark's bicep. His lips found yours for a passionate kiss while simultaneously grinding himself against your clothed center.
You moaned softly while throwing your arms around his backside, pulling him closer. The friction was almost unbearable; all this teasing made you feel as though you might explode.
Mark released your bottom lip and proceeded downwards while pressing butterfly kisses against every available patch of skin he could get a hold of. His soft lips traveled across your throat leaving a trail of fire burning everywhere they touched. You threw your head back onto the pillows as soon as they left. Your fingers dug deeply into the mattress with clenched fists.
His hand dipped underneath the thin fabric to cup your heated center. You instinctively bucked your hips upwards into Mark's hand as he brushed his fingers across your hot folds. You moaned softly, turning your face sideways as he pressed two fingers deeper into your sopping opening and began tracing circular patterns across your slit. Mark parted your slick lips with deft, slender fingers and pushed further until it was at the entrance to your tight core.
His index and middle fingers teasing your aching passage were driving you mad; a bit more than he already did with how sexy he looked. You leaned forward, trying to sink his fingers into your yearning core, only to have Mark remove his hand immediately and deny you further pleasure. He chuckled lightly.
"Not yet."
You whined, as his hand went up your side, up to your jawline. Mark grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced your mouth open just enough for his tongue to enter. Mark dominated you easily with the way his tongue worked its way around yours. It was just like a dance that he knew by heart. As the kiss grew heavier, and more passionate by the minute, you felt his bulging hard-on throb in the confines of his pants, pressing against your leg, needing to be touched. Mark growled into your mouth as his hands traveled all over your body until they stopped at the thin, delicate band that sat on your waist.
"I wonder...just how wet you are for me." His hands circled around and hooked their way around the thin piece of fabric that separated your wet pussy from his bare hand and pulled, tearing it right off you before tossing it on the floor behind him with a smirk.
Your hands gripped Mark's muscular arms as your nails dug into the skin of his forearms, leaving marks behind in their wake.
Mark took advantage of the new freedom and pushed your legs apart and found your wetness once more. This time however, Mark plunged his middle and ring fingers inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure escaping your mouth which was muffled by another searing kiss. You threw back your head against the pillows in response as Mark quickly moved his hand back and forth to increase stimulation while hitting the most sensitive points possible. His fingers drove you closer to your climax with each thrust before he removed them.
"Ah!" You cried out at his retreat, disappointed when his warmth was absent. You lifted your head off the sheets to see his face grinning evilly, his body looming over yours as he brought both soaked digits close enough for his tongue to brush against the tips. Mark pushed both fingers between his lips and slowly, sensually lapped up your juices in slow circular motions while maintaining eye contact with you until he was finished. You heard the clink of his belt being unbuckled, then he kicked his pants off and your eyes grew wide at what was in front of your eyes.
He took hold of your thighs and spread your legs, completely exposing you before his erection came into view, hanging over you. Mark traced his length, gripping it gently and gave a few, teasing strokes from the base to the tip until his cock glistened. Mark smiled smugly after noticing your face was flushed and eyes widened in anticipation. Mark stroked the tip against your folds, parting them and got some pleasure from the friction and he teased your entrance with slow, slow strokes. He knew how it turned you on. You bit on your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning, and Mark couldn't hold himself back. You whimpered again when Mark continued sliding up and down, over and over, without inserting it once, eliciting whines of frustration coming out of his fiancé's mouth as you looked at Mark through hooded eyes. Your expression gave way to desperation and want as you couldn't bear the ache any longer.
You thrashed wildly trying to get him to slip. You couldn't take it anymore.
"Mark please..."
He could tell, and Mark had mercy on you, pressing harder on your entrance and using his thumb to rub on the bundle of nerves that stood erect above you, making your body tremble.
Without warning, he slid inside, inch by inch slowly filling your walls and stretching them out till every little space had been stuffed with his length and you gripped him tightly, resulting in him letting out a gasp that turned into a deep, feral groan when he felt how tight you were around him. Mark watched carefully at his actions, trying to savor each moment of how his manhood disappeared into your core, seeing the juices squirting out whenever he pulled out slightly. His pace increased drastically the instant he sensed a familiar warmth coursing through every vein.
"Fuckkkkk," Mark exclaimed through gritted teeth after he was fully enveloped within your heat until you could feel his tip kissing at the entrance of your cervix. Once you were full and stretched open wide, you lay on the bed completely blissed out while you ached from the sudden intrusion. "Damn…babe" Mark said with labored breaths before his face buried itself on top of your neck so that both sides of it were smothered into your skin as he whispered, "Do you know…how much it drives me crazy…hearing those sounds you make?" His breath made you shudder, causing vibrations through his shaft.
"M-Mark...I.." You whimpered softly as his shaft grazed the delicate bundle of nerves on the way out and Mark dug his nails deeper into the smooth skin of your hips before slowly drilling all of his shaft back into you until he was hilt deep. Your legs were lifted over the crook of his arms and held in place against Mark's broad shoulders to provide more leverage while Mark continued thrusting you deeply. He bent his head down until his warm breath tingled against your skin and nibbled at the delicate skin of your collarbone between pants. Mark closed his eyes tightly every time you gripped tightly onto him. Your walls clung around him like he didn't have to withdraw. You continued clinging on tightly, relishing how big and delicious Mark was. It felt so amazing and breathtaking, that you couldn't control yourself anymore and you pulled him in closer by wrapping an arm around the nape of his neck. You pressed your face into the crook of his, your breath hot and fast on his skin.
"You feel so amazing, baby," He panted. "I don't know if I can keep going this slow…You feel too fucking good, " He grunted before breaking into another groan after thrusting roughly into your slick entrance. You held each other with one arm and clawed at Mark's muscular arm while your head pressed further into the crook of his neck, both savoring the feeling. Your other hand squeezed Mark's tight, muscular back as if he could go even further, while your legs stayed in place over his shoulders. Mark hissed when he felt your nails claw at his back which only made him snap his hip and start pounding into you ruthlessly, causing you to yelp with every thrust. A sense of fulfillment overwhelmed you as if your body had finally been deprived of what it desired for months and it felt as though his thick rod was enough to push you over the edge already.
Mark noticed your rapid breathing as his lips continued ghosting the sensitive skin behind your ears and his thrusts grew faster, much faster. His pace had become unstoppable. A new wave of adrenaline seemed to have taken over. He leaned in close and started suckling on the tip of your right nipple before taking the entire nub between his teeth while his large hand palmed your left mound. Your back arched off the bed once Mark's wet tongue grazed against the hardened nub and the new wave of pleasure washed over you; each bite, every touch seemed to cause you to gasp from immense pleasure.
Your body was on the verge of overcoming your senses and you dug your fingernails deeper, leaving a long trail of red marks down the muscular flesh of his back.
"M-Mark-" were all the words you could bring yourself to form before a string of moans and whimpers left your parted lips.
Mark closed his eyes tightly after he felt you tighten and grip onto him like never before and you instinctively rolled your hips slightly upwards, meeting Mark with every thrust.
He bucked his hip and continued pounding into you vigorously. Mark kissed down your neck until his plump lips reached the lower section of your jawline, suckling on it greedily until you cried out loud; each suck only caused Mark to moan loudly every time he felt the walls around his shaft pulsed along with your heartbeat while he continued pistoning into you and hitting deep inside you.
"Baby..." You begged. "Can we switch positions?" Your voice barely came out as more than a whimper. You wanted him closer. Mark responded with a chuckle that came out shakily, just like his arms. He was feeling weak. His rhythmic thrusting came to a halt and he pulled out slowly, earning a long sigh of regret coming from your lips while you witnessed a single strand of his hot seed leaked out and dripped onto the bed after he withdrew completely.
"Anything you want."
With Mark's aid, you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on both elbows before he placed both hands on your hips and pulled you into a kneeling position with your perked backside facing him. He guided you, holding onto your hips, lifting them to just the right height. Mark placed a single hand at the small of your back before delivering a string of kisses along your spine, causing your upper body to relax against the mattress. Mark moved closer until both of his knees brushed against the smooth skin of your inner thigh. Your hot center and swollen nubs pressed against the cool silk sheets, while you panted for breath after taking a few seconds to inhale a mouthful of oxygen. Your heart began racing wildly inside your chest when you realized that Mark Tuan stood right behind your naked body and had complete control over your well-being. With his right hand pressed down gently at the center of your back, Mark started rocking his hip slowly back and forth, forcing each thick inch through your tightened walls until his hilt met your dripping entrance. Mark groaned, the walls of your sex instantly clenched around him as they tried to accommodate his size which was not an easy task. You whimpered underneath him while fisting handfuls of silk sheets after you felt Mark's frame leaning down so that both sides of the crook of your neck and shoulders were covered with his warm lips.
"Look at you..." He squeezed and palmed one side of your ass which caused you to grip tightly onto his throbbing shaft once Mark hit a particular spot which felt as though electricity was shooting throughout your body every time the head of his dick rubbed against it. He pressed deeper and buried himself fully within your tight sheath while tracing circles along the ridges of your folds with his thumb before resting it on your swollen clit. Sounds of wet slaps filled the room. The sound mixed with Mark's heavy and breathy breathing drove you to the brink of losing yourself, completely letting go of all common sense while you trembled below. His balls slapped against your sex each time he delivered a thrust, causing you to gasp every time Mark pounded his length deeply inside with vigor.
"This is how I've always wanted to fuck my future wife," Mark pressed his shaft deeper, hitting your core perfectly. "Nice...and slow...and deep." He let out another loud and sharp growl of satisfaction after he had started rolling and swirling his hip at a constant rhythm until his thrusting became more desperate. Almost instinctively, your hips started to buck back eagerly against him as soon as you heard him groan loudly, panting while he squeezed your ass a little tighter between his fingertips before sliding a hand around to the front, gliding his palm past your dripping slit. Mark started slowly massaging the bud between his fingers which caused an unbearable wave of ecstasy to wash over your entire being like a hurricane.
"Oh god..." You clenched around his length when his shaft throbbed.
"Bounce that ass on me." You placed both forearms firmly on the mattress and lifted your ass off the bed. Mark withdrew slightly. After taking the necessary breaths, you began bobbing up and down onto Mark which only pushed him over the edge while his fingers clutched tighter onto one side of your hips and his teeth sank down painfully onto your left shoulder, trying to hold back from reaching his climax.
Mark groaned as he couldn't stop himself anymore, you knew the look. You felt him reaching climax which wasn't long after. The tension increased and increased every second as Mark fucked harder until your muscles shook uncontrollably and you sobbed at his soft pounding. Your walls clenched tight around Mark which caused him to inhale deeply before thrusting hard one last time and the room quickly filled with screams as you cried out loud each other's names in unison. His warm seed gushed inside you and his entire body went rigid, giving another sharp and deep thrust until there was not an inch missing. His warmth filled you and flowed inside, deep to the point where you were aching. He continued filling and spurting until it started oozing down the back of your inner thigh. Mark was coming a lot, and that felt amazing. Your mind was going blank every passing minute while your hips shook before his load trickled down your slit and dripped onto the bed around from where Mark remained sheathed inside you.
A stream of warm cum followed his shaft every time he tried to remove it and his breathing was erratic as Mark tried catching his breath. His arms wrapped around your midsection tightly before Mark collapsed next to you, chest heaving and sweat glistening from head to toe as Mark's panting was completely unstoppable while your limp body laid sprawled out completely blissed out underneath him before a smirk tugged at the corner of his plump lips at the sight. Mark laughed breathlessly and pulled himself up slightly until his weight pressed on top of you.
"Wow." He murmured while kissing the nape of your neck while pulling out and rolling over to lie on the mattress next to your exhausted self. "That was...wow." Mark continued trailing small kisses down your vertebra which sent goosebumps down your spine while you struggled to sit up which resulted in more streams of his seed still slowly seeping from between your legs.
"Baby-" You moaned with heavy breaths escaping through parted lips while Mark ran both hands down from the small of your back along the slick skin until he rested them against your thighs and pulled both legs over to straddle his hips.
"Shhh..." He whispered teasingly. "Let's get you cleaned up, Mrs. Tuan."
With that, your fiance swiftly lifted you up and carried you bridal style toward the bathroom.
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Your Crush: Park Jinyoung
“So… Y/N, truth or dare”
You and some of your friends were having a sleepover! It was fun! And everyone was in a comfy mess of giggles and pillows you hesitated, telling the truth seemed easier but at what cost? A dare…well, the possibilities were kinda endless,
“Truth!” You said confidently,
Your friend thought carefully,
“Ok so, who do you think is the most attractive person in school and why?”
You blushed furiously, you hadn’t told this to anyone and was seriously debating lying but, rules are rules
“Ummm if I had to pick…I’d say…Jinyoung?” You blushed again burying your face in your hands! Your friends all gasped and grinned and immediately asked you what you liked about him,
“Ummmm well, I think he’s really sweet!” You said quietly
“He doesn’t really talk much though!” One of your friends said
“I know but when he does he knows what he wants to say! And he doesn’t joke as much as the other people in school, I think he’s quite a gentle genuine soul, it’s nice being around him. He’s so handsome and he has a beautiful voice! ” There was no shame in liking him and you were sure that your friends would keep it to themselves right?
You found out soon that this was as much of a fantasy as a fairy story.
A few days later you were walking down the school hall and you saw one of your friends talking to…oh no…JINYOUNG!!! You tried for the rest of the day to not
think about it, but that was like trying not to imagine purple elephant with blue spots, your mind was hyper-focused on what your friend had said to Jinyoung that day. Everywhere you turned, you seemed to bump into him, and he always seemed to be around the corner . At lunch, you ran into the bathroom, into a stall and breathed heavily into your hands, trying to calm yourself down, does she like him too? Does he like her? DID SHE TELL HIM ABOUT HER CRUSH?! You shook your head furiously! No…no! You were being silly, why worry about it! You can’t take it back now so whatever happens will happen right? You couldn’t control it and if he asked you about it…you swallowed hard, you’d be honest! There wasn’t much else you could do! Straightening up, you walked slowly into your next class.
“We’ll be pairing you up for a small in-class assignment today” said the art teacher, you need to work together to create the picture using clay!” She began handing out the terracotta coloured cubes to the class, and allocating pairs “Luke, pair up with Laila over there! Jessy go sit next to Carmen!” At this point you had shut your eyes tightly and had every finger crossed; praying to every deity that you knew “Please don’t sit him next to me please!!” You heard the scrape of a stool next to you and gulped hard. There was silence next to you, slowly, you opened your eyes and turned… there sat next to you holding the cube of clay in one hand and a second apron in the other, was none other than Park Jinyoung.
“Hey…um…are you ok?”
“Yeah” you squeaked in a tiny voice once you remembered how to breathe
“You sure? You had your eyes shut really tight! Are you in pain?”
“No no not at all!” You shook your head quickly trying to act nonchalant
“Ok..so…shall we get started?”
He placed the clay down along with some carving tools and you both set to work. In silence. I mean what could you say to each other?! This was so embarrassing! Until…
“Hey Y/N I wanted to talk to you about-“
but he never got he chance to finish what he was saying! The pressure of the whole day was weighing on you, and you were desperate to say something! And so it all slipped out!
“Yeah I said I liked you! It’s true! I do I really like you! But I wasn’t planning on telling you like this! But then maybe I wasn’t gonna tell you at all it’s just I know you heard stuff and so I might as well come out and say it right? And I’d rather you hear it from me because I do like you! It’s not a big deal! I shouldn’t be ashamed of that right?” You finished, panting and blowing like you had run the marathon everything in your mind just couldn’t hold it in anymore but the relief of the confession was short lived. The mounting embarrassment only grew as you realised you had just blurted out a confession! You just babbled in front of Jinyoung about how you liked him!
“Um, that wasn’t what I was going to say,” said Jinyoung a little flabbergasted “I was going to say I wanted to talk to you about the history homework but this must have been on your mind!”
Your whole body stiffened and a huge tsunami of shame washed over you. Once again you put your head in your hands. You just wished the ground would swallow you up! Until you heard a chuckle coming from next to you! Was he laughing? There was nothing to laugh about in your mind! But then, you heard a soft voice by your ear
“ You’re cute when you blush! Did you know that? It’s ok I like you too!”
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Well Rewarded
Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader
Genre: friends to lovers / romance / suggestive / valentine’s day au
Warnings: suggestive content, lingerie, some nudity, basically everything but the smut, lol.
Author’s Note: of course, it’s the first time I write Jinyoung in 8 months, and he demands all this from me. Happy Valentine’s Day. Also friends, the concept of this story is a bit cringe about wanting to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but I don’t believe we all need to buy into the holiday. And if people shame you for not having a Valentine, then they’re the problem. This was just a bit of fun <3
Word count: 2100
You smiled as you read the note that came attached to the large bouquet of flowers, vaguely paying attention to the gushing from your co-workers.
He had remembered.
“Oh Y/N, you sneaky devil! You have kept tight-lipped about this one!”
“You’ve got explaining to do. Who’s the admirer?”
Your smile grew to Cheshire lengths, but you tried to rein it in. If you looked too giddy, they would insist on too many details. You needed to keep the charm there, bask in the attention the flowers had given you, and then accept that your ruse had worked.
Nothing more.
“Let me check the note out,” your manager Wendy insisted and plucked it out of your grasp. “‘Y/N, I know you don’t like a big fuss, but you’re worth it. Can’t wait to see you tonight, Love J xxx.’ Who’s J?”
“Someone special,” you replied truthfully, closing your eyes and thinking back to the disappointing Valentines you had last year, and how you had sobbed drunkenly on your best friend’s shoulder.
“Everyone got something in the office. Everyone except me. I’m going to have to send myself flowers next year just to make sure they don’t pity me as they did today. There’s nothing wrong with being single! Yet why do I feel so miserable?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll send you flowers.” Jinyoung was running his hand up and down your back rhythmically, trying to soothe your nerves.
“You will?” you asked, looking up at him with doe eyes, your bottom lip wobbling. “You’d do that for me?”
“Sure. You’re the only Valentine I want to have anyway. We’ll make a big deal out of it. If you’re not in a relationship next year, I’ll make this day so special you’ll never cry on it again.”
Another smile brightened your face as you thought over Jinyoung’s offer. You had honestly forgotten all about it until the bouquet had turned up, his tell-tale handwriting on the card making your heart leap. You were going to give him the best night ever. Should you cook for him? You could stop by the grocery store on your way to his, the ritual of Tuesday nights being spent together now growing more exciting as your thoughts progressed. Since he’d done this for you, you wanted to repay him with something delicious. Candlelit dinner for a fun touch. You spent the whole afternoon half-focused on your work tasks, whilst drafting up a dinner and dessert plan that would make your best friend happy.
You were excited by the time work was over and went to rush out of the building. No such luck, however, as your co-workers pulled you aside. “Hot date tonight, huh?”
“Something of the sort.”
“Are you prepared to blow his mind?” You merely stared back at Wendy as her eyebrows danced. She shared a look with the other two ladies and looped their arms through yours. “This is a big deal. You’ve worked at the company for five years and this is the first Valentine’s gift you’ve received. Time to make sure he receives too.”
You should have known with all their giggling you’d end up at a lingerie store two blocks over. You were so stunned that you didn’t even protest as they dragged you inside. And somehow, thirty minutes later, you left with a purchase made and a flush to your cheeks.
I’ll just wear it for myself sometime, you reasoned as you dashed towards the grocery store, loading a basket full of the supplies you had made a list for, trying not to think of how Jinyoung would have reacted to you wearing the set in the bag dangling off your arm. In another world, where you were both lovers and the flowers had meant more than saving face, you could imagine greeting Jinyoung after work in just the lingerie and heels, hungry eyes devouring your curves, your bare skin. It would definitely end with dessert being served up before the main course.
Shaking away the sinful image of your best friend lusting over you physically, you hurried through the rest of your shop before heading to Jinyoung’s place. Years ago, he had gifted you a key to his place, and tonight it would come in handy.
Or it would have if Jinyoung hadn’t beat you home first. “What’s all this?”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jinyoung!” you exclaimed delightedly, bustling into his kitchen and dropping your heavy grocery load on the kitchen countertop. “You remembered our pact.”
His curious expression grew smug momentarily as he looked at you. “I told you I would do it.”
“And I owe you one. So, since you have no date for tonight, I figured I’d spoil you.”
“You did, huh?” His attention fell back to the assorted bags, snagging on one in particular.
You followed his focused stare to the lingerie-branded bag, your mouth falling ajar at the sight of it mixed in with the groceries. You had been in such a hurry to get inside before he was home, that you must’ve grabbed it by accident. Shifting forward, you snapped it up off the table with an awkward laugh. “Oops!”
“That’s not for me too?” he teased, though his tone was too husky for it to remain light. “What’s inside?”
“Just something,” you attempted to sound airy as you shoved it under your purse, and tucked your coat overtop. “Nothing important.”
“You bought lingerie today.”
“Well, the flowers got the ladies excited. They dragged me to the store after work. I guess I got caught up in the throes of things.” You smiled widely. “Anyway, how does steak sound? I got a good cut and—”
“What colour is it?” Jinyoung continued, his gaze zeroed in on your coat, as if he was trying to scan through the layers to find it himself. He rocked on his heels and took a decisive step forward.
“Why does it matter?”
“I’m just curious. You’ve never been one to shop on a whim for undergarments.”
You placed a hand on your hip. “That you know of. I happen to own many nice sets. You just haven’t seen any before.”
His eyes darkened and he took another step forward. “Huh. I thought I knew everything about you, best friend.”
“It’s not like I think about the underwear you wear.”
“You already know what brand and size I wear. You bought me some for my birthday,” he replied instantly, fingers grazing your coat, caressing it with a patience that was missing from his tense expression.
Pausing on pulling out the ingredients for the meal, you walked back to his side, threw back your coat and shoved the bag into his hands. He looked at you and then the bag, suddenly unsure. You smirked. “What? You wanted to see what’s inside.”
“Did you think of me when you bought this?” he murmured so low that you weren’t sure he actually uttered the words. Breaking the sticker holding the bag closed, a deep inhale is all you heard as he peered inside. “Blue and white. You were thinking of me.”
“It was pretty,” you managed to say around your suddenly dry mouth, swallowing to try and moisten it.
There had been instances over your friendship where you had imagined this. Christ, you had only forty minutes ago. But you’d always pushed the thoughts aside, cherishing the decades of friendship more than a bout of intimacy. With the way Jinyoung now stood frozen, a fistful of satin locked within his grasp, you wondered if maybe it would be worth it.
“Jinyoung.”
“Mm?”
“Do you… want to see it on?” you asked, unsure where the confidence came from. He had never made you feel uncomfortable within your body, but it wasn’t like you to just offer a scantily-dressed option of yourself up to anyone.
He isn’t just anyone though, your brain reminded, as you caught his pupil-dilated stare, his hand trembling as he thrust the garments at you. Grabbing them, you nodded once as his jaw tightened, and you strode over to the bathroom, clicking the door shut.
Away from the heady atmosphere, you let out a small laugh. “What the hell am I doing?” you asked yourself as your hands worked down the zipper of your dress, the fabric pooling at your feet. You weren’t prepared for this. You would have waxed; shaved at the very least. But for some reason, that didn’t deter you. The more clothing you pulled off, the more determined you were to have this moment regardless.
Whether or not Jinyoung had been at the forefront of your thoughts when purchasing the lingerie, he was now. You needed him to see you in it. It was a craving unlike any other, and you were excited. After clasping the bra hooks together, you smoothed your hands down your silhouette and turned to look in the mirror. You had subconsciously left your heels on, completing the fantasy you had envisioned in the supermarket before.
Emboldened, you turned and opened the door. Jinyoung was standing with his back to you, though you knew he was aware of your return to the living room. Maybe he was regretting pushing the idea. Your hopes were dashed a little. “Well, it fits nice, so…”
The deflecting words died on your tongue when he turned, raking his gaze over you from head to toe. You were under his spotlight, and instead of nerves rushing through as you expected, the flames in his stare heated your skin with every longing caress.
“When I sent you those flowers, I wasn’t quite expecting such a gift in return,” he hoarsely said, striding towards you until he was close to brushing against you. You gasped as his breath met your exposed skin, his eyes still roaming over you. “I’m not complaining one bit.”
“So, dinner?” you questioned weakly, unable to hide the desire filling your voice. You wanted him. You wanted to see as much bare skin as you were showing him. As if he read your mind, he reached over the back of his head and tugged off his hoodie and tee all at once. You blinked, eyes wandering over his broad chest and shoulders. You had seen this all before, but not under these circumstances, and definitely not with the ability to be allowed to touch. Jinyoung hissed when your palm connected against his overheated skin.
“Dinner?” he echoed, letting out a chuckle. “Darling, the last thing on my mind right now is eating.”
His eyes flashed with sinful recognition of his statement and Jinyoung let out a groan. “Actually, I am hungry for something else.”
“We do this and you know it’s going to make us want it again and again.”
“Oh, I’m aware. I don’t think I’ll be done worshipping what you’ve presented me for weeks to come.”
A smile spread out your lips as you pushed yourself flush against him, angling your face towards his. “Only weeks?”
“I have a confession to make. I forgot about the pact we made last year until you mentioned it before. I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you today and sent the flowers. You’re the only Valentine I ever want.”
“Well then, Valentine,” you started, breath mingling with his, lips barely an inch apart. “You’re all I want too. I guess we should go work up an appetite.”
“And what if I make it so you’re too exhausted to cook?” Jinyoung asked as he walked you backwards into the wall, another gasp leaving you when his lips pressed into your neck. You angled your head with ease, allowing him to taste your already feverish skin.
“That’s okay. We can always order in. I’ll cook it tomorrow.”
“Good. Because the idea of letting you out of my bed tonight sounds unfathomable.”
And then his lips were on yours, sealing the deal. You couldn’t think of anything other than Jinyoung, of the taste of him, the feel of his hands squeezing and touching you everywhere. There was only this man within your mind and you were ready to be driven wild by him.
You squeaked when he finally navigated you both to his bedroom and your legs brushed against the edge of the bed. Jinyoung’s hands were on your back, unhooking the bra you had barely worn in front of him and reverently placing down on the comforter beside you. He shook his head.
“I got the better gift today,” he announced, and you laughed breathily, running your hand over his torso.
“We’re both about to be well rewarded for our efforts, don’t you think?”
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elsy + chan
chan and elsy hit a point in their relationship that they never imagined, causing them to start having conflict.
this is part 1 of this elsy series. not too sure how many parts I’ll have but in the mean time just enjoy :) please feel free to leave feedback because it is always appreciated!
[8th member of got7/soloist]
elsy stood eagerly in the elevator as she waited for it to get on the floor chan’s dorm was in. it had been awhile since the two had seen each other, chan being busy with his schedule and traveling all over. but now, chan had a bit of free time to spend with the girl.
elsy had took a break from music after leaving her company. she left mainly at the fact she wasn’t given the proper support as she had in the beginning. she hadn’t been able to release new music and her only option was to leave. elsy felt as if she was letting her career go to waste if she continued to stay.
elsy was now walking fast and she was almost to chan’s dorm but before she could make it, chan was already walking out. “bang chan!” she exclaimed, smiling brightly at him. chan turned to her direction and instantly smiled when seeing elsy. the girl jumped on chan, wrapping her legs around his waist. “elsy! my love.” elsy hugged chan tighter, not saying a word. she missed being around him and it felt nice having him right in front of her.
chan put elsy down, the two going in for a kiss. “I’ve missed you so much.” she said, kissing him again. “it’s so nice to finally spend time with you.”
chan giggled, kissing elsy on the forehead. “I’ve missed you way more.”
“how are you doing?”
“great.” chan answered. “very tired of doing these schedules though. but it’s all worth it.” he smiled. “and you? what have you been up to?”
elsy sighed, “nothing if I’m being honest.” she answered. “I‘ve mostly been home. and also been hanging with yugyeom.”
“no new music?”
elsy shook her head. “as of right now, no.” the girl sighed again. chan gave her a reassuring smile. he knew she wanted to make music and perform again, and he knew how unfairly she was getting treated. “it’ll be okay, els.” chan said, giving her forehead another kiss.
“enough about this.” elsy clapped. “what do you feel like doing? we can go out to eat, maybe catch a movie, go shopping. you name it. I just want to spend time with you.” she smiled, wrapping her arms around chan’s neck.
“I’d love to do any of that stuff with you, els. but I have to work on new music. care to join me?” chan smiled.
elsy felt her smile drop. “you have to work on new music already?” she asked. “don’t you want a little break?”
“I can never take a break on music, els.” chan chuckled. “I enjoy it too much.”
elsy sighed. “you’ve been sighing a lot.” chan pointed out. “it’s okay if you don’t want to join me, els.”
“I haven’t seen you in awhile, of course I want to join you. but I was thinking we do other things besides being in the studio.”
elsy has always supported chan with everything he did, from work and just the person he is. she was always in the studio with him when he’s by himself and it’s late at night. she was always there for him. but recently, she felt like that’s all they ever do now. she wanted to do other things besides sitting in a studio all day or night.
elsy never said anything though, knowing how dedicated chan was to his work. but she knew she had to at least tell him how she felt.
and after spending almost all day there with him, elsy was growing a bit inpatient. “bang chan.” elsy said. the boy was too focused on his laptop to even pay attention. “bang chan.” she said again. still no answer. elsy sighed, walking over to him from the couch. “christopher.” he shook his shoulder finally getting his attention.
“w-what.” he said startled. “something wrong, els?”
“no. not exactly.”
“hm?”
elsy closed her eyes for a second, gathering her thoughts before talking again. “it’s just, we’ve been here all day. don’t you think we can do something else?”
“but I’m not done-“
“I know you’re not done, chan, but we can’t just always hang around in the studio. I don’t mind doing it once in awhile but all the time? you just have me here and we don’t do much.”
chan sat there, blank expression on his face. he wasn’t understanding. and that made elsy a bit ticked off with him. she missed the times where they would actually go out, not just sitting around while chan worked. “look, I’ll just go-“
“no!” chan shouted, startling the girl. “we can do something after I’m finished.”
“bang chan, we’ve been here for hours, let’s go out right now. you can save the work for later.” elsy said. she checked the time, seeing it was night time already. meaning she had wasted an afternoon.
“okay, at least let me finish-“
elsy shook her head. “no, chan.” this time she sounded stern. and chan took notice of her voice changing, staring back at elsy. “what’s wrong? you’re never like this, you’ve never had a problem being here with me-“
“because I keep it all to myself to not make you upset.” elsy cut in.
chan was taken back from elsy’s outburst. the girl could see how slightly upset how her boyfriend got. “what are you saying?”
elsy closed her eyes, sighing heavily as she opened her eyes. “what I’m saying is, I’m tired of being in the studio with you chan.” elsy answered. “this is all we do now, and I’m getting tired of it. I want to do more than just this. I enjoyed it the first couple of times but I don’t want to do this all the time.”
“but elsy, it’s my job.”
“I know it’s your job! but for once can you put your job to the side and put me first? you’re either away traveling or preparing for something. and the times you finally have some free time you just want to do this, chan.” elsy said, she stared into chan’s eyes intensely. “when’s the last time we’ve been on a date?”
chan was silent.
and that made elsy let out a small laugh of frustration. “wow, you can’t even name the last time we’ve had a date.” elsy could feel tears wanting to come down her eyes but she held them back as much as she could.
“I just care for my job elsy.”
“yeah, a little too much.”
“you just don’t understand.” chan said. elsy raised an eyebrow. “what do you mean I don’t understand?”
chan was silent again, eyeing everything but elsy. he knew she was staring at him, wanting an explanation of what he meant. and chan let the words slip out of his mouth. “you don’t understand because you haven’t been doing anything.”
elsy furrowed her brows. “what?” she said. “did I just hear you correctly?” it felt like a slap in the face for elsy, she knew chan knew her situation on why she wasn’t working.
“no, that’s not what I meant, that came out wrong-“
“so what exactly did you mean, bang chan?!”
chan could see the hurt in elsy’s eyes. but chan just couldn’t back himself up. he stood there, hesitating which only hurt elsy more. “please, elsy. I don’t need this right now.”
“oh poor you bang chan.” elsy shook her head in disbelief. “I’m so sorry I just want to spend time with my boyfriend. but I guess you’re not on the same page since all you care about is your job.” elsy knew how much chan put effort into his work, and she didn’t want to sound selfish. but she missed chan. she missed how things were.
“I’m sorry too elsy, but I just can’t have distractions right now.”
“oh my god?!” elsy exclaimed. “so now I’m a distraction?” tears began to fall down elsy’s face. “I can’t believe you right now.”
chan realized he screwed up more as he was mentally face palming himself. “no, no-“
“I don’t want to hear it.” elsy grabbed her purse and keys to get away from chan.
“elsy, come back please.” chan grabbed her wrist but elsy shook him away. “let’s talk this out.”
“no! you said what you said bang chan.” elsy snapped. “I’m leaving since you don’t want any distractions. have a nice night.” elsy slammed the door shut, leaving chan inside the studio alone.
and he was pissed and frustrated, more at himself for not thinking everything he said through. because now he hurt elsy, and hurting elsy was something he never wanted to do now that he was in a relationship with her.
elsy on the other hand, went inside her car crying her eyes out. her and chan never really argued in their relationship so this was a first one. she didn’t know what to do.
she was confused and hurt. how did her wanting to spend time with chan and letting him now end up to this?
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relevé pt. 6 (coda) - kim yugyeom
pairing: urban dancer yugyeom + ballet dancer female reader
genre: professional dancer au, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff
word count: 5.4k+
warnings: suggestive sexual content, cursing, cheesy af but i simply i do not care
summary: after attending a multi-genre dance showcase, you become begrudgingly enraptured with yugyeom, the captain of a rival dance company.
rating: 15+
author’s note: much apologies for the 5 month wait omfg but we’re finally at the end of the road! thank you all so much for your support of this series. i'm currently writing a spicy epilogue, so stay tuned for that! it's going to be my last relevé contribution for a while. anyways, i hope see you guys soon for the next one <3
[library] [got7 library] [relevé series]
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The universe has never hated you more.
You were so close. So. Fucking. Close. So unbelievably ready to kiss Yugyeom; to tug at his hoodie and meld your lips to his in the middle of a fucking hallway where anyone could walk in, but no. You’re here, watching over rehearsal to add some finishing touches (not like it needed it, but he insisted, only serving to increase your levels of irritation) to Jimin’s routine, and you’re pissed.
“I’m so fucking mad at you,” you whisper to him seethingly, barely audible through the music that blasts through the portable speaker.
Jimin doesn’t even flinch. Instead, his eyes remain on his dancers as he replies nonchalantly, “Mmhm… Right. What for?”
You sigh, slumping in your seat before crossing your legs and arms, muttering something in defeat, “It’s stupid. I’m just mad.”
Not a word escapes his lips. Instead, he chooses to nod silently before sitting up, walking around with a blank face to correct some blocking issues. Once again, the changes are so minute that only he would make them; you’re not even sure why he needed to fix it in the first place. Well, you think, pausing with a slight tilt of your head, his routines are always the cleanest.
Ever the multi-tasking, detailed person that he is, he uses two hands and pulls each individual dancer in multiple directions, fixing them accordingly before taking a seat beside you. He snaps his fingers, and the music plays from the speaker before his attention shifts to you once again, even as his dancers rehearse. Only then, does he continue with your conversation.
“Why? Didn’t you and lover boy make out?” he asks, the last word causing your eyes to widen.
“What?” you flinch at the implication, cocking your head forward as warmth begins to flood through your cheeks. You’re so flustered that you didn’t even notice the fact that your voice increased in volume, spooking the people that are currently surrounding you. Embarrassed, you apologize softly with a nod of your head.
“What did you see?” you ask him, the words coming out in a forced whisper.
At first, Jimin opens his mouth to speak but instead, he stops himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest with the largest shit-eating grin that you’ve ever seen from him. The sight nearly makes you regret the fact that you even kept this promise. It’s almost mean, the way that he’s making you stew in your own thoughts before answering, “I meant to say make up, but I guess that you heard what you wanted to hear, huh?”
He grabs his water bottle and takes the most dramatic, slowest sip that you’ve ever seen, positively relishing in your flushed and sheepish state. Such a sight is rare, so he absolutely loves this colour on you. Perhaps, he should extend his thanks to Yugyeom for whittling you down, forcing this mushy, lovey-dovey side of you to come out.
“Just shut up and teach,” you poke back, prompting a giggle to escape Jimin’s lips. He throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut at your torment, clutching his stomach as he does so. Clearly, he’s teasing you but he still places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly; as if he’s approving of the match.
“I’m happy for you,” he congratulates you before pulling away, leaving you on your seat. You should probably follow, considering that you have to help him rehearse but strangely enough, his words linger in your mind. Maybe it’s the way that he sounded so real, so genuinely happy for you that it made your heart swell.
It only reminds you of how you already miss Yugyeom face. How you yearn to see his bright, endearing smile; to feel his long arms wrapped around you, squeezing you into the warmest hug…
Unknowingly, you smile while staring at absolutely nothing, your mind preoccupied with how ecstatic the notion makes you.
You’ve truly, never been more excited to see him.
Two hours until rehearsal officially ends, and the curtains open. Two hours.
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Yugyeom is annoyed.
Not at you, though. Definitely not at you, considering he was point four-five seconds away from kissing you in that hallway.
Rather, he’s annoyed at his stupid, bitch ass friends that will not let up on their teasing.
Even when he’s in the middle of rehearsing his routine with twenty dancers, trying his best to focus on his task and not on the fact that he can see you rehearse in a familiar skirt from the corner of his eye, his friends are distracting him.
But, all the words are muffled at this point. He’s going through the motions, but the second that your gaze meets his with a smile so brilliant that he can see it from across the room, he caves.
“Hello? Gyeom? Mr. Kim Yugyeom? Captain Sir?”
Yugyeom barely registers the voice coming from Jinyoung, until a tap on his shoulder is given.
It prompts him to shake his head, concentration resuming. His routine is clean but, there are some dynamics that he reminds himself that he needs to sharpen up. Blocking has also become a moderate issue, as his rehearsal space back at the studio is much narrower than the size of the stage.
Focus, he tries to tell himself, but his eyes somehow wander to the timestamp on the lit-up screen of his phone.
One hour until rehearsal officially ends, and the curtains open. One hour.
✧✧✧
Unfortunately, your busy schedule doesn’t let up enough for you to talk to Yugyeom.
Never have you ever thought that it would be this torturous to see someone without being able to have a full conversation.
He’s been whirling around dressing rooms and backstage spaces like a madman, but you can’t say that your situation is any better. It’s part of the job to be pulled into a million different directions, especially on showcase day, but it’s becoming incredibly frustrating.
Whenever you manage to be in the same room or even, the same space, he always looks at you with such apologetic eyes, as if he’s attempting to telepathically communicate his frustrations as well.
Sorry for being so busy, he seems to convey with a soft, regretful expression. It’s like he’s trying to convince you that he hasn’t forgotten about you. Little does he know, you’re just as impatient. If anything, you’re the person that’s afraid that he’ll lose interest.
But then, he smiles at you from across the hall in the middle of talking to someone on his team, and the feeling dissipates entirely. For some reason, it’s enough to get you through until finally, finally, it’s time for you and Yugyeom to grace that stage that you’ve prepared an entire year for.
Sitting at the vanity in your shared team dressing room, you spray a heap of hairspray into your hair before hastily undoing the ribbons on your rosin-caked pointe shoes, tugging and kicking them off. You had nearly forgotten that you were barefoot for your routine with him. Next, you grab the powder brush and the pressed powder that rests in your open makeup bag, slapping it on before running out of the room.
You’re so panicked with the idea of making him wait that you actually run into him backstage, face smacking against the expanse of his back. It’s dark, the only source of light being the glow of the stage that seeps through the wings, so it takes you a second for your vision to adjust. But once it does, your eyes are met with Yugyeom’s face, grinning wide with his features illuminated from the flickering streaks of light from the stage.
“Are you ok?” he whispers with his hands on your shoulders, steadying your disoriented wobbliness.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you nod, reaching up to wrap your fingers around his forearms. The muscles tense upon contact, prompting you to look up to meet his eyes.
Then, a smile appears across your face for the hundredth time today. The glow from the stage reflects off of his pupils so prettily that your breath catches in your throat.
“Hey,” you say unintelligently, overwhelmingly elated that you’re in his presence again.
Similarly, Yugyeom responds with an equal degree of delight, “Hi, beautiful.”
You chuckle endearingly, looking to the side in an attempt to dampen the heat that spreads from your neck to your cheeks, “Alright, Romeo. Calm down.”
“And what if I don’t?” he challenges cheekily, only serving to make your smile brighter. How did this turn out as well as it is? Just a month ago, you were absolutely crestfallen about the status of your relationship but now that you’ve seen him again; spoke to him again; you’re delighted.
So, you don’t answer him. A normal sassy remark does not leave your lips.
“Anyways,” he says, sliding his palms from your shoulders and down to your hands, “I wanted to tell you this all day but I’ve been so busy-”
“I’ve been busy too, Gyeom. You don’t have to apologize. It’s our responsibility, after all,” you answer, interlacing your fingers with his tenderly. Unbeknownst to you, Yugyeom’s heart swells with affection upon the sensation. Unbeknownst to you, it nearly makes him tear up, but he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself. He grants himself a couple of seconds before continuing with what he wants to say, but he’s interrupted by a tap on his shoulder.
“Are you number 47?” someone asks him, and your eyes snap to the person in question. Judging by the headset and the clipboard, you can only assume that it’s the stage manager.
Yugyeom nods, and they answer, “Who else is in the number?”
“Uhm. She is,” he gestures at you with a tilt of his head, your own hands clearly preoccupied with holding his.
“Oh! You’re in a routine with your girlfriend? That’s sweet,” they say with a smile, causing the warmth on your cheeks to spread to the tips of your ears; any attempt to hide it would be a futile effort. You haven’t exactly asked and neither has he, but you agree with a wordless nod anyway.
“Thanks,” he whispers sheepishly, peering into your eyes to gauge your reaction. Luckily, he’s greeted by a speechless grin.
How disgustingly cheesy it must be to watch you two interact. You from one year ago would find this horrifying to your sensibilities. But now, you’re eating the attention up, and you could not care less.
“Well, you two are up next. Please prepare yourself in the wings,” they remind, giving you a single nod before walking back to their station. Yugyeom watches them leave until you lean in to whisper into his ear.
“Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” you tease, giggling when he jumps up in surprise. You pull away to see a pink flush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, peeking through his dark, tousled hair. A stray strand falls over his left eye, so you can’t help but reach up to tuck it behind his ear.
Then, Yugyeom blushes even deeper than before, and your heart sings at the sight.
“Maybe,” he responds shyly, peering away from your eyes to look at the curtain beside him. He almost pouts; Perhaps, you should stop with your teasing for now, no matter how tempting it might be to see him all sheepish and shy.
“Is that your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?” he adds before turning his attention back to you.
“Maybe,” you smile. You want to add something else, but remember that time is of the essence. You two are up next, and you’re not willing to hold back the show for Yugyeom, no matter how cute he might be to you personally.
“We’ll talk after,” Yugyeom says, as if he read your mind. You nod in agreeance before reluctantly loosening your grip. Slowly but surely, the warmth of his palms leaves your hands.
“Break a leg,” you wish softly, biting the inside of your cheek when he places a tender peck on the back of your hand.
“Break a leg,” he whispers against your skin, and it takes nearly all of the willpower in his body to pull away. You’re beginning to believe that he’s attempting to hide that struggle but, there’s absolutely no way in hell that you miss it. Not in the way that his eyes light up amidst the darkness of backstage. Not in the way that the little spark of his stare lingers for long enough that it intensifies tenfold, searing into your memory.
You have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from finishing what you both started.
Alas, he walks away, retreating further and further until you manage to find him in the wing on the other side. Then, you both wait, gazing at each other from across the stage; impatiently; fervently; until familiar music finally blares through the speakers.
✧✧✧
You two begin on opposite sides of the stage.
As the beginning of the song starts, a soft, even beat resonates through your body. Each step is controlled and strong as you focus on Yugyeom doing the same; after all, you’ve rehearsed this piece upwards of a hundred times.
However, something isn’t the same. It should be practiced and almost routine, but something about it is wholly different. Yugyeom’s eyes, normally bright, earnest, and filled with stars, have descended into something much darker; much more concentrated and uncharacteristically intense that the sight nearly causes you to recoil on stage.
Oh.
That’s new.
Barely fifteen seconds in and you’re out of breath. Not from physical exertion, but from the way that he’s looking at you.
Unfortunately, the choreography forces you to tear your gaze away from his. For the time being, at least.
As the familiar steps continue, you two remain a couple of meters away from each other. However, you two aren’t completing the same movements; Yugyeom had suggested some unconformity during the creative process that you surprisingly enjoyed.
Your pointed toes and graceful lines contrast with his characteristically crisp quality of movement. Your backgrounds are so incredibly different, but nothing is out of sync. Even from the corner of your eye, he dances with the same unwavering intention that you have, and it shows.
Next, a point in the routine involves slowly walking backward in a mirror-like fashion; you can’t see him and he can’t see you. All your eye can see is the wide expanse of the theatre in front of you, the rows and rows of audience members dimly lit in comparison to the stark brightness of the stage.
The music decreases in its intensity as you travel backwards, as so does the quality of movement. The strength from before is now replaced with something a little more fluid; something that moves through the music, rather than chasing it.
Slowly but surely though, the music begins to swell again. The bass becomes more pronounced; just barely, as you inch closer and closer in proximity to him. You’re not sure if the audience can tell, but the yearning begins to manifest in your expression and your body language. You reach backwards for him, but miss on purpose. It’s all part of the constant flow of energy in the piece, teasing the viewer with the push and pull of your chemistry.
Then, you both snap upward, feigning a stumble towards each other, and your back smacks against him in an orchestrated fashion. Upon contact, your stomach flutters when you feel his hand come in contact with your shoulder. The warmth of his palm slides across your collarbones, and your body contracts in response to his touch. You twirl around with a high swing of your leg, wrapping around his waist before rebounding away from him.
However, he grabs your hand with a sudden snap in the song, and your entire torso tenses. With a choreographed yank backward, you execute a triple pirouette to face each other.
His pupils lock onto yours at the sound of the clear, accented hit in the music, and the experience is utterly electric.
The audience cheers fade into the background like a fleeting, distant memory when you meet his eyes, and a pregnant pause in the music prompts you to reach out to his face. Yugyeom’s eyes widen at the action, as if your touch burns. It’s completely unplanned, not choreographed at all but for some reason, it works. A genuine, earnest expression starts to bleed through his performance, and you two are completely fucked in the best way possible.
The transition is seamless as the lift starts. It’s weightless, every single push of your body responding with a pull from him. The energy is equalized; not one person giving more than they can take. Not a single hiccup occurs, as if he knows exactly where to support your weight. The experience seems to prompt something in the both of you because a single, simultaneous movement causes your eyes to make immediate, all-consuming, searing contact with his.
Suddenly, nothing else matters.
Not the cheers. Not the audience, and to a certain extent, not even the music. Just you and him, and the connection that you have with each other. The pure chemistry, radiant and reactive and bursting off of the stage in chaotic sparks.
How unlike it is in comparison to the others that have come before. How you seem to immediately comprehend where he needs you and why.
How truly indescribable it is to understand. To know. How unbelievably freeing it feels.
✧✧✧
You’re panting for oxygen after leaving the stage, stumbling out of the wings. You fail to remember the fact that your water bottle is sitting backstage, focusing on the fact that you’re aching, wholly desperate to lay your eyes on his face.
Yugyeom’s face; handsome, bright-eyed, and sweet.
The performance; the chemistry that you had on stage with him was utterly electric, every single touch and every single moment of eye contact lit you aflame. So much so, that you can still feel the adrenaline running rapidly through your veins, fueling every fatigue-laced step towards the exit.
With sore muscles and heaving breaths, you manage to push the door open to a long, dimly lit hallway. Instantly, you recognize that it’s a passageway that is only used by the theatre staff, as well as dancers that are running between quick changes. You’ve used this hallway yourself, so you’re familiar with how to get to the dressing rooms.
As if on instinct, you wander the hallway’s twists and turns with practiced efficiency, increasing your speed with each passing second. You’re getting impatient, lungs burning and body aching with exertion until finally, finally, you see him across from you, cheeks pink, forehead sweaty, and hair messy.
It’s Yugyeom in all his glory. A smile spreads across his face the instant that he lays his eyes on you, and you’re completely and entirely gone.
He’s running and so are you, not even caring that you two practically collided with each other in a desperate hug. You wrap your arms around his body to pull him close, Yugyeom doing the same by encircling your shoulders with a single arm, pressing your face against him.
A couple of minutes pass as you bask in the warmth of his body, unperturbed by the fact that you’re both sweaty from dancing a little while ago. The only thing that you can pay attention to is his large hand pressing into the small of your waist. Then, the proximity becomes increasingly and terrifyingly apparent.
Yugyeom pulls away from you, just slightly. It makes you begin to believe that he’s having second thoughts; it has been a couple of hours, after all. But then, his eyes meet yours; unbelievably earnest, affectionate, and tender that there isn’t a doubt in your mind that he doesn’t feel the same as you. There’s absolutely no way.
Perhaps, it’s the fact that his gaze slowly drifts from your eyes and down to your parted lips, lingering there, tempting you, but you’re beginning to experience the physical and mental urge to demonstrate your affections to him.
Right now.
At the corner of your eye, you catch the open door of a dressing room; your dressing room, actually.
As quick as your exhausted body will allow, you pull away from his embrace. You grab at the front of his shirt, fisting the fabric in your grip before tugging him in the direction of the open door. He makes a noise in protest, but immediately shuts his mouth when you nudge the door with your hip, walking backward until it closes. Upon closure, the music that echoed from the stage suddenly stops. The room is quiet, the only sound being the dull click of the lock.
You two are finally alone, and that fact seems to dawn on Yugyeom as well.
You’re not sure who moved first, but it doesn’t matter.
Not when his lips crash into yours with such ferocity that your mind loses all coherent thought. You manage to meet him in the middle of the room but it’s small, so you accidentally lose your footing for a brief moment. Stumbling backward, you reach behind you to steady yourself for some semblance of stability, but it’s difficult considering the fact that Yugyeom is kissing you with everything that he is, everything that he has.
His lips are enveloping your own, swallowing up your soft whine as he nearly overpowers you with his passion. Your hands and the base of your back end up hitting the ledge of the vanity, so you attempt to muster some level of strength to hoist yourself up. Eventually, you find yourself sitting on the cold wood with your legs parted, allowing his body to slot between your thighs as you pull him closer.
His tongue slips into your mouth and you become completely lost in the moment, moaning louder than you anticipated. You’ve wanted this for so, so long that you’re frantically grabbing at anything you can reach. It could be the fabric of his shirt, the muscle in his arms, the strands of his dark hair, anything that will have him as close to you as possible.
And within the flurry of frenzied kisses and hushed moans, you gasp against his lips with a whispered confession, “I love you.”
The hands resting on your body freeze.
“What did you just say?” Yugyeom asks. His tone is not one of disgust, nor is it one to question the reasons behind your admission. Rather, it seems that he’s unable to believe that you would even care for him in that way. He’s speechless, eyes widening in disbelief that you would return his affections to the same degree.
“I love you,” you tell him again, stronger and clearer than the first. His heart swells, leaping out of his chest as he leans down, nuzzling his nose before resting his forehead against yours.
With a bright smile, he replies tenderly, “I love you, too.”
His confession causes a giggle to bubble out from your lips.
“Say it again?” you request, craning your head back to give him a pleading pout.
“I’m in love with you,” he starts, pausing with a swallow when your lips make contact with the column of his neck, “I’m so-” he stops again when you start to pepper soft pecks up the line of his neck, “I’m so fucking in love with you,” he eventually finishes, the sentence said with such vehemence that your heart nearly stops beating in your chest. He continues to ramble phrases of affection until his voice becomes soft and breathy, right when you press the flat of your tongue against his pulse.
Your smile can’t help but become wider and brighter at the sincerity of his words. However, you don’t reply. Rather, your lips continue to rove over the sensitive skin of his neck, sucking and biting marks that you’ve wanted to leave for the longest time, showing in your own way that you love him with the same intensity.
The sensation is indescribable, urging you to push your heels into the base of his back. Yugyeom jolts forward, breaking the kiss with a surprised moan, “Fuck…”
Yugyeom’s thoughts are frazzled and so are yours, mind unable to focus on anything other than how your bodies feel against each other. Although there is a faint echo of music in the background, the sound is completely ignored in favour of this intimate moment.
Nearly a year of constant and unavoidable yearning for the man currently exploring the planes of your body is enough for you to forego any sense of shame. It hasn’t even dawned on you that you’re making out with someone in a dressing room; you of the past would honestly never be so reckless. But, Yugyeom is letting out these guttural, deep groans against your damp skin as he grinds his crotch between your parted thighs, grip on your waist tightening with each passing second.
“I want you,” you suddenly plead, the phrase slipping from your lips before you could stop it. Normally, such a thought would never cross your mind in a place so public but, your confidence surges exponentially when Yugyeom’s eyes widen in astonishment, cheeks flushed.
“W- What? Here?” he stammers, caught off guard by your sudden boldness.
“Why not? There’s no one in here,” you justify, but Yugyeom doesn’t seem to be convinced yet. So, you add, “We have 15 numbers until Lisa and Bam are up.”
“Well…” he answers cautiously.
“That means,” you pause, momentarily distracted by the feel of Yugyeom’s firm chest against your palm, “That we have a half-hour to do whatever we want.”
You can almost feel him shudder at the seductively persuasive tone of your voice. Your confidence is effectively boosted, so you attempt to convince him further. Staring right into his eyes, you whisper with a breathy, wanton promise, “You can have me right here…”
Yugyeom’s eyes darken instantly, his hands responding to your promise by gliding down your thighs with increasing pressure, digging into the soft flesh. You’re beginning to think that he’s going to cave in until his eyelids close and he shakes his head.
“As much as I want to…” he disagrees, but changes his tone when he realizes that you might take offence, “Like, trust me, I really, really, want to.”
He bites his bottom lip, expression hazy.
“But?”
“But I don’t want to do it here,” he answers resolutely, loosening his grip on your thighs.
“Why not?” you pout, but decide to mentally rescind that statement. You scold yourself, maybe you should curb your horny a little bit.
“I… Hng…” he starts, but becomes momentarily distracted when your tongue traces his earlobe, breath fanning the skin before you bite down on the metal of his hoop earring, giving it a little tug, “We’re not fucking for the first time in a place like this.”
You halt your ministrations, pulling your lips away before grinning radiantly. His words don’t dissuade you in the slightest. Rather, you want him to elaborate with all of the gritty details.
“Oh? What kind of place did you have in mind?”
Yugyeom surprises you by answering without hesitation, “My bed. My couch. My shower. My car. A wall. My kitchen…” his list trails off when the distance between your lips becomes closer and closer, but not enough to touch. He licks his lips before swallowing, mouth becoming dry as your breath fans across his parted lips.
“Really, now?” you question breathily, pausing to nuzzle your nose against his, “I’ve been thinking of this exact location, bent over this vanity…”
You stare into his eyes for the hundredth time today, attempting to wordlessly communicate your need for him; to finally have his hands all over your bare skin and-
Your thoughts are interrupted by a low groan from him, and the sound has you canting your hips upward.
Shameless doesn’t even begin to encompass your attitude right now but you don’t care. You would throw away your pride for the man in front of you. You would willingly and gladly humble yourself because that’s how much you care for him. That’s how much you love him.
Yugyeom on the other hand wants to succumb to your wishes. He’s waited forever to be with you. So long, that he swears that you can see the steam shooting out of his ears at this point. He should’ve known that you’d be like this in bed; just as persuasive and demanding as you normally are.
“I- God damn it…” he stops again, shuddering at your suggestion. He struggles to maintain coherency with your tongue swirling across his skin, but his resolve remains. So, he shakes his head, “You’re a menace. I really want to take you out on a date first…”
“Oh, wow. He’s hot and chivalrous.”
For a moment, you thought that he might get bashful at your compliment; you two seem to be similar in that fact, but he surprises you with a cheeky, almost cocky smile.
“You think that I’m hot?”
You roll your eyes, “Gyeom. We’re literally making out.”
He laughs in response, the sound loud and bright, “Well, I think that you’re hot, too.”
“Hm… Careful of what you say. I might just have my way with you here,” you suggest, giggling when he responds with a nuzzle against your nose. Then, he gives you a chastising look.
“Date first,” he asserts, but you respond with a pout and pleading eyes.
Don’t test me, he seems to convey wordlessly, much more serious than you anticipated.
“Fine,” you concede, reluctantly removing your hands from his body, “Sex postponed.”
Yugyeom giggles at your remark, “I promise that it’ll be worth the wait.”
✧✧✧
You two attempted to sneak out of the dressing room. For the most part, it was pretty successful but unfortunately, you’re much too dazed and giddy to be able to think properly.
It isn’t like you’re embarrassed to be seen with Yugyeom; definitely not, but you would’ve liked to have some semblance of privacy before letting the world know that you two are together, together. But clearly, that idea was discarded the second that you entered the audience with him, holding hands and smiling goofily.
You weren’t even aware that you and Yugyeom were being so obvious until you took two empty seats beside Jimin.
“You two looked like you had fun,” he quips with a grin, satisfied when Yugyeom’s face burns bright pink.
And honestly? Your face isn’t much better. His comment urges you to subconsciously smooth over your hair with your fingers; you’re beginning to think that the messiness gave away the earlier, greatly pleasurable events of the day.
“Just pay attention to the stage,” you respond, and Jimin responds with a snicker. Normally, you would add other words of the sassy, quick-witted nature but you feel Yugyeom’s fingers interlace with yours. Then, nothing else matters.
You crane your head to the side, admiring his side profile in the lighting. The audience isn’t lit very well, but the brightness of the stage lamps is enough to illuminate his features flatteringly. Your eyes trace his browbone, taking note of his long lashes before landing on your favourite feature; his nose.
The sight makes you instantly nostalgic. It reminds you of your first meeting; sitting in this exact theatre in the midst of watching someone dance on a stage in front of you. The only difference is the fact that you aren’t decidedly irritated or annoyed. Or, maybe it reminds you of the time that he drove you home after your first practice, leaving you confused yet excited and inspired at the same time.
In retrospect, the memory makes you laugh. Really, you should’ve known that you were falling for him, right then and there. You almost chastise yourself for being so foolish, but you feel Yugyeom’s grip tighten in your hands.
The sensation is enough for you to forgo the emotional ache of the past. If anything, it propels you towards the future.
Dance is your passion. Your drive. It keeps you going through the highs and lows of life. But, sharing this passion with someone that you undeniably care for; that you’re wholly in love with, is an entirely different story.
You look at him and you feel as if you could get into the studio and make anything happen.
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