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aquilapolariz · 8 months

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memento mori (trafalgar law x reader)

Summary: You can’t help but notice Law’s obsession with death.

Notes/Warnings: Spoilers for Law’s background, headcanon HEAVY, happens right after Punk Hazard

Word Count: 1.6k | Read below the cut or on Ao3 here!

“I’ll be damned,” you started, “so Luffy really can rope anyone into his schemes. Even a Warlord.” You walked over to him, finding a spot by his side aboard the Thousand Sunny. “Ah, excuse me, ex-warlord.”

He looked at you in the corner of his eye, his head refusing to turn away from the shore Punk Hazard. “It’s out of necessity,” Law mumbled.

“My captain wants the same thing you want- necessity and coincidence are all you need.”

Law grasped his sword, holding it tight, trying to seek some comfort. “It’s only the second time running into you Strawhats, but both those times have been…chaotic. Feels like a little more than a coincidence.”

You think back to Saobody and seeing Law for the first time in the flesh; he was handsome, cocky, and intriguing. The holder of the Opu Opu no Mi, and a doctor no less- the perfect complement to his devil fruit, you noted.

Power gravitates to power. Luffy seemed to pull in both Eustass Kidd and Trafalgar Law when they fought off the Navy outside the Celestial Dragon’s auction house.

Intellect gravitates to intellect. As the Strawhat’s Devil fruit researcher, you knew that the Opu Opu no Mi was one of the most versatile fruits to exist. As Law fought, you observed. With just one word he established a room and stood in the same spot in order to fight, separating people’s limbs from their bodies. Why is he tossing some Navy guy’s head in his hand like a baseball? What a weird guy. You laughed to yourself, letting the three supernovas effortlessly take out the marines.

A long two years later, aboard the Sunny, and Law looked as handsome as ever. But his weariness was revealed in his constant scowl. He was tired, seemingly ready to throw his life away. Even the setting sun, fiery and blazing, couldn’t seem to melt the ice in his cold eyes.

“Must be fate then,” you concluded. Rather, intervention for Law’s state of mind in the form of your crew.

Your attentive gaze was always noticed by his own, even at Saobody. You looked at him with curiosity as if you could read his every thought, as if you desperately wanted to. If this was a battle of observation and wit, then so be it. Law was a complex man, and you would love to pick apart his brain, and as much as he was loath to admit, he would love to pick apart yours.

“Chopper told me you healed the kids from Caesar’s drug. Thank you,” you said kindly as the Sunny drifted away from Punk Hazard, the children and the Marines waving goodbye.

“You shouldn’t thank me. They still have to go through painful treatment,” Law said.

“So the Opu Opu no Mi has limits?”

“If I could cure everything, I would. Those children have been consistently consuming that drug for over a year. It’s part of their bloodstream at this point. They’ll have to deal with withdrawals, their abnormal body sizes, reintegrating back into society, and any residual effects we don’t know about.”

You breathed in, savoring the salty air that you missed during the chaos at Punk Hazard. “They will suffer, true. But at least…it’ll be a little less than it was before. Their families have missed them.”

Law gritted his teeth. He felt ashamed, complicit in those children’s pain for so long. How dare he call himself a doctor?

“Why do you, as a doctor, have the word ‘death’ on your hand?” Your hand shot out to grab his wrist. You brought it close to your face, studying his tattoo. “A little contradictory for someone who seems to take his job seriously.”

“It’s a memento mori of sorts,” he replied vaguely. Your hand on his sent unfamiliar- and unwanted- shivers up his spine.

“A reminder of mortality, huh?” Law nodded, impressed.

He nodded, “It’s also plastered on the side of my submarine.” It’s been a while since he’s seen his trusty yellow vessel, his Jolly Roger painted black next to the word “DEATH,” just like his own tattoos.

“That I believe. Wait, you have a submarine?” Law noticed your eyes light up as they looked at him.

“Yeah, the Polar Tang.”

You hummed, imagining how wondrous it would be to see the depths of the ocean every single day at sea. “Did you become a surgeon before or after eating your devil fruit?”

“After, I guess.” He called himself a surgeon ever since he extracted White Lead Disease from his own body. A doctor since the age of twelve, only by necessity.

“You guess?” You questioned.

“I guess,” Law smirked.

“You said your devil fruit has limits…?”

“Of course, it can only do so much.”

“I think…I get it now.”

Law raised an eyebrow.

“With your fruit, you are the perfect doctor. But even then…” Your eyes traced the letters on Law’s fingers.

He slowly took his hand out of your grasp. “People still die,” he said.

“Doctors know death better than anyone, huh?” You said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes widened. After being constantly surrounded by idiots, being in your presence was refreshing, enjoyable even. “Did your research, it seems.”

You shook your head. “Research alone wouldn’t tell me something like that. Plus, I’m sure I’m missing some details.”

And you were. Law knows Death all too well. Death from sickness. His sister, his parents. Death from murder. Corazon. Death by his own hand. The hundreds of pirates whose hearts he gave away to the Navy. The death he hopes to deliver to Doflamingo. To stray away from death would be to stray away from his identity, so clearly conveyed in the ink on his fingers.

“My tattoos constantly remind me of what I’m trying to get my patients to avoid. Sure, it’s a memento mori, but it’s not only for my own sake. It’s for everyone’s, especially the lives I hold in my hand, both as a captain and a doctor.”

No one ever questioned the presence of his tattoos, his fascination with death. Many assumed he just wanted to be an edgy doctor-pirate, living up to his unsettling name of Surgeon of Death. But those inquisitive eyes of yours seemed to see right through him, down to the depths of his very being, past all of those preconceived notions. You seemed to hang onto every word he said, urgently and desperately, making him feel like he was the only person in the world when you spoke to him.

“It’s just that,” he felt his breath catch in his throat, “it’s always a good thing to remind ourselves that we’re not immortal. Even if I help some live longer, it’s only just that. Death is the one thing I can guarantee everyone- I can’t promise life.”

The fiery sunlight danced upon the waters of the ocean, closer than ever to melting away Law’s icy gaze.

“So…how’d you end up a surgeon?”

“My father was one,” he said dismissively, “and I just happened to eat the perfect devil fruit for that line of work.”

“A mighty coincidence,” you noted amusedly, well-aware that Law wasn’t telling you everything.

And Law, too, was aware that you could see that.

“How’d someone as observant as you end up on a crew of idiots?”

You shrugged. “They’re not all idiots though,” you said, glancing at Franky tinkering with his latest device as Robin watched.

“Could join my crew instead.” Law cringed at his own words as soon as they left his mouth. Would he even be alive when all the dust has settled in Dressrosa? What would be the point of you joining his crew if he wasn’t there? But his body and mind, under stress and anticipation since Luffy arrived on Punk Hazard, knew he needed someone like you, now more than ever. And so he spoke it without a thought.

How quickly curiosity gravitates to curiosity.

You rolled your eyes. “Gotta give me something worth leaving this for,” you gestured broadly at the Sunny.

“Like I said, I have a submarine. It’s a whole other world down there.”

“You’ve probably seen things that no pirate has ever even dreamed of seeing, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s like Fishman Island, multiplied by a thousand.”

“Fishman Island really was beautiful…I would like to visit your Polar Tang one day. As a visitor,” you clarified. “There’s a reason I’m on this crew- everyone helps each other to live life to the absolute fullest.” A sting of jealousy pierces his heart as Law watches you look at your crew fondly, with all the love in the world. He feels his heart skip a beat despite your expected rejection to join his crew. You sighed. “Law, it’s like you said. Death is sure to happen but…in the meantime, we can’t forget to live.”

But how could he do that when he had a soul to avenge? Corazon’s soul- a death that weighed heavy on his heart, one that he swore to never forget.

“To live?” He asked, his voice shaky as veins in his hands started to feel like pins and needles.

“To live is to laugh…is to cry, to love, to feel.” You tore your eyes away from the crew to look at the broken man before you. “It’s to be free.”

Those words sounded oddly familiar. Corazon’s last words echoed in Law’s mind: “You are now…truly free.” Looking at you, the ice in his eyes started to thaw. With every blink, the details in your face were becoming blurry, the Sunny feeling like it came to a full stop.

A wave of nostalgia washed over Law as he stared at his tattooed fingers. As he squinted at them, the five letters on each finger, spelling out the word DEATH, started to blur. In his vision, those same letters started to waver, each one morphing into entirely new letters. With you in his periphery, he mumbled out the new word that it formed:

“Alive.”

~bonus:

“…Is this…how (Y/N) flirts?” Usopp asked Nami as they hid behind the tangerine trees.

“Through an interrogation? Yeah, seems about right.”

“Hey, what are you guys whispering abo-?” Luffy said.

Nami pulled him behind the tangerine tree. “Shhh!”

“Why does Tra-guy seem to only like talking to (Y/N)?” Luffy frowned.

“Because-“

“Could join my crew,” Law said to you in the distance.

“OH SO HE’S TRYING TO STEAL THEM FROM THE CREW, GUM-GUM ELEPHANT GUN!!!!!!!”

Usopp and Nami threw themselves onto their captain to prevent him from transforming, “LUFFY NOOOOOOOO.”

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lilacura · 3 months

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Pages of sorrow | Kim Chaewon

pairing: Kim Chaewon x Reader

>wc: 1.4k

summary: Chaewon discovers Y/N's hidden feelings through a secret diary, realizing the depth of unspoken love only after Y/N's passing. The poignant tale unfolds with regret, heartache, and the profound impact of a love never shared.

Chaewon sat on her bed, crying softly as she held the worn leather diary in her hands. It had been a week since the funeral, a week since she lost her dear friend Y/N. While going through Y/N's things, this diary had fallen out from between the pages of an old book. Hesitantly, she opened the cover, hoping to find some answers as to why Y/N had seemed so sad in her last days.

The first entry was from years ago, recounting a chance meeting between the two girls in their freshman year of high school. Chaewon remembered it well - she had been sitting alone at lunch when Y/N shyly asked if the seat across from her was taken. They quickly bonded over their love for music and dreams of becoming idols one day. As Chaewon read Y/N's description of falling in love with her smile and energetic personality, she felt her heart twist in her chest. If only she had known back then how Y/N felt.

Flipping through the pages, Chaewon was transported back through their high school years. She saw their friendship grow closer through Y/N's loving words, but also noticed the pain and heartache between the lines as Y/N lamented keeping her true feelings secret, convinced Chaewon only saw her as a friend. An entry from their graduation dance made Chaewon break down into sobs. Y/N had mustered the courage to ask Chaewon to dance, but the other girl had been distracted, oblivious to Y/N's intentions as she danced with several guy friends instead.

College brought more hardship. Chaewon remembered Y/N growing distant their first year, busying herself with study groups and clubs in an attempt to move on. But the diary told a different story - of sleepless nights crying into her pillow, missing Chaewon's presence terribly in their shared dorm room. An especially painful entry was scrawled the night of Chaewon's first real date, the words smudged with tears.

As Chaewon continued to read, she came across happier times when their friendship had repaired itself. Movie marathons, late night walks around campus, studying together in the library - memories she now saw through Y/N's loving gaze. Small, intimate moments Chaewon had been oblivious to at the time but now realized held deep meaning for the secret lover who watched her from the sidelines, content to just be by her side however she could.

The final entry was dated only a week before Y/N's passing. She wrote of coming to terms with keeping her love private, finding peace in Chaewon's friendship even if it was all she could have. But one line stood out amongst the rest - "I think a part of me will always be in love with Chaewon, even when I'm gone."

A few more entries chronicled Y/N growing distant in their final year of college, right around the time Chaewon began dating her girlfriend at the time.

As Chaewon read Y/N's descriptions of seeing them together on campus, holding hands and sharing sweet kisses, her heart tightened. She had been so wrapped up in her new relationship that she never thought to tell Y/N, her supposed best friend, about any of it.

Y/N wrote of feeling betrayed, like their friendship meant nothing anymore with this secret kept. Each passing day spent watching Chaewon from afar with someone else chipped away a little more at her soul.

In bitter lines coated with tears, Y/N questioned why Chaewon never felt she could confide in her, why their bond didn't seem to matter when a new romance entered the picture. She withdrew into herself again, isolating in her dorm with only her diary as company, consumed by jealousy and the feeling of being replaced.

The entry ended with Y/N vowing to distance herself for good, to stop tormenting herself with a friendship that was no longer equal. Chaewon realized with horror that by keeping her relationship private, it was the final straw that sent Y/N spiraling into the depths of despair. Her oblivious actions had inadvertently pushed the girl she now knew she loved away during the darkest time. It was a mistake Chaewon would never forgive herself for.

As Chaewon turned to the second to last entry, her breath caught in her throat. Y/N wrote of feeling overwhelmed by her secret pain, the loneliness and heartache growing too much to bear after years of keeping it locked away.

With a sob, Chaewon read the line "I can't continue living like this, always wishing for something I'll never have. I hope that in death, I'll finally find the peace I've never known."

It was then that the reality hit Chaewon like a punch to the gut. Y/N's "passing", which she'd been told was due to illness, suddenly made sense in the brutal truth it concealed. Her friend had been suffering silently all this time, truly believing Chaewon would never love her back, and in a moment of despair had chosen to end her suffering the only way she saw possible.

The final lines echoed in Chaewon's mind, a last will and testament of Y/N's enduring affection: "I hope even after I'm gone, Chaewon will still continue to remember me, our friendship, and the love I could never confess. Please don't cry for me - I'll be watching over you, and loving you, from wherever I am."

All this time Y/N had kept her pain locked inside, refusing to burden Chaewon with her unrequited feelings even as they consumed her. And now it was too late for Chaewon to tell Y/N she felt the same, that together maybe they could have found the will to live another day.

Chaewon snapped the diary shut, shaking with emotion. All this time, Y/N had loved her so fully yet thought her feelings were unrequited. And Chaewon realized with crushing guilt that she had felt the same, had she only known to look past her assumptions. Now it was too late to tell Y/N she loved her too, and that thought would haunt Chaewon for the rest of her days. Clutching the diary to her chest, she wept for the love they never had the courage to share.

A month had passed since Chaewon read Y/N's final words in her diary. For weeks she remained shut in her room, overcome with grief and guilt for what she realized too late.

Today, she knew she could put it off no longer. Clasped in her shaking hands were a bouquet of Y/N's favorite flowers, lilies - delicate and beautiful, just like she was.

Stepping up to the simple grave marker, Chaewon sank to her knees. Tracing her fingers over Y/N's name etched in the stone, the tears came fast and heavy once more.

"I'm so sorry it took me this long," Chaewon choked out amongst her sobs. "I thought if I didn't come, maybe it wouldn't be real. But you're gone and it's all my fault."

With great care, she arranged the lilies atop the fresh dirt. As the petals swayed in the breeze, Chaewon was again transported to memories of Y/N's smile, her laugh, her kindness. The girl who loved her without condition, even unto death.

"We were too close to the stars, my love. I was blind not to see what was right in front of me." Chaewon clutched at her chest, heart aching. "I hope that wherever you are, you'll forgive me. And know that I love you, Y/N - I always have, and always will, for the rest of my days."

Bowing her head, Chaewon let the tears flow freely as she paid tribute to the love they never had but only now, too late, did she understand.

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huhjxn · 1 year

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eavesdrop part II

kim chaewon x fem!soloist!reader

chaewon realized her mistakes and now her mind is plagued with the thoughts of you. she wanted nothing more than to apologize for the damage she's done but it isn't as easy as it seems.

! : swearing, angst (with fluff), harassment, stranger danger, chaewon is sleep deprived

4.0k words

read part I here.

"I'm craving pork belly right now," you said as you looked at your best friend, Kim Sunwoo. "Dude, same. I dreamt of eating pork belly and kimchi last week and I've been craving since," he replied.

"I ate pork belly yesterday with Sooyoung unnie and Hyeju," Park Chaewon said with one of her eyebrows raised as though it was such a big deal. Actually, it really was for both you and Sunwoo.

"Wow, I don't mind you ganging up on me in PUBG but this?" Sunwoo said, rolling his eyes, "Traitor." Gowon smirked as she saw how you looked so betrayed, and continued raising her brow to further provoke you.

"She's so annoying, I swear to god," you said, turning to face Sunwoo, making sure to sound like a Regina George dupe, "Like that face that she makes? Chaewon seriously gets on my nerves every single time."

As a result, Gowon shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes at you. You gave her a look that she always does, which made Sunwoo laugh.

Twisting and turning on her bed, a frustrated Chaewon finally sits up and grabs her phone from her nightstand. The glow of the screen was burning her eyes, partly because of its brightness and partly because it's 3:09 a.m. and she hasn't gotten even a minute of sleep. Yena's words kept echoing in her head together with the cruel words that she uttered to you which was accompanied by her bitchy actions.

To say that Chaewon felt guilty would be an understatement. It's been four days since Yena visited her in HYBE and she's been having a hard time sleeping, her mind replaying her encounter with you endlessly. She knew that she needed to make things right but how could she?

Chaewon remembered how she wanted nothing more than to apologize to you when she saw you at Music Bank two days ago. Seeing you stand there laughing with Gowon made her freeze; she watched how happy you looked, your eyes sparkling with joy, the smile on your lips were reaching your eyes, and your overall aura just looked so at ease. It was the complete opposite of you back when she confronted you in her dressing room. Chaewon also knew that if she interrupted you, that beautiful expression plastered on your face would leave faster than the speed of light.

She didn't want to do that; the expression that you wore made you look like a ray of sunshine, and Chaewon doesn't want to be the reason why thunderclouds would dull you up, even if she knows that she already plays that role in your life.

Looking back at her phone, Chaewon felt awful because she wanted to have a decent rest but the thoughts in her mind won't let her. Suddenly, she felt her stomach grumble. 'Well, I don't have anything better to do anyways,' she thought.

Chaewon got up from her bed and grabbed a stray hoodie from her desk chair, and got out of her room, making sure that she wouldn't make any sound. As she was about to go out, she heard footsteps shuffling behind her, "Are you going out?"

The short-haired girl turned around and was faced with their tallest member. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep," Chaewon said exasperatedly, "So I decided to go out and get food."

Yunjin nodded tiredly, rubbing her eyes, "Can you get me some chips too?"

Chaewon smiled at the girl before responding, "Of course, I'll be back in a bit," she said as she exited their dorm.

In all honesty, Chaewon had no idea what she wanted to eat. She is starving, yes, but the amount of thoughts that were already occupying her head was so much that she couldn't think of what to get despite seeing numerous convenience stores as she walked.

The girl decided to enter the next convenience store, knowing that she doesn't have enough energy to walk any longer. Grabbing the basket, she browsed the shelves and searched for the chips that she knew Yunjin liked.

While checking every aisle, Chaewon felt goosebumps all over her skin, which was somewhat unusual. She dismissed it because it was probably just because of the temperature. She then proceeded to grab a few snacks for Eunchae, and decided to settle for a packed meal that needed to be reheated at the counter.

As she was about to pay for her stuff, she could see a figure of a person by her peripheral vision, but decided to pay no mind to it. Besides, it's normal for sleep deprived people to buy at convenience stores at this time… right?

The girl handed her card to the cashier. After paying, the cashier left to microwave her food, so she decided to look behind her and just as she expected, the figure was gone. The cashier returned to the counter to hand her the food, which Chaewon grabbed with a small smile that reflected her exhaustion.

Chaewon left the store and opened her phone to send a quick text to Yunjin,

are you still up? i just left the store, i'm omw back

After hitting send, she placed her phone back in her pocket. It was still relatively dark, and most of the stores were still closed which meant that there were only a few sources of light on the street. Suddenly, she felt goosebumps once again and the unsettling feeling of someone staring at you. As she was about to look behind her, she felt a body collide with hers.

"Kim Chaewon," The girl felt her whole body freeze. She dreaded for something like this to happen, and she now regrets going out, "You're Kim Chaewon, right?" The strange man asked her, his hand on the girl's shoulder, hindering her from making any sudden movements.

She knew how risky it was to wander through the streets at this time, especially since she's alone. Chaewon could feel the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. 'This is all my fault,' she thought. For once since meeting Yena, her mind was occupied by something that wasn't you, but this frightened her. Nothing could ever prepare her for the danger that she's faced with right now.

Due to her lack of response, the man forcefully shook her, and that's when the tears ran down her cheeks, then suddenly, she heard a voice speak.

"What do you think you're doing?" Chaewon shut her eyes tightly, she felt the man shuffle behind her before he spoke, "Oh, I'm just talking with my girlfriend, we were just arguing but everything's fine and there's nothing here that concerns you."

Chaewon felt the man grip her shoulder tighter, which made her groan in pain, "Are you sure about that? She doesn't seem to be fine."

Suddenly, it clicked. Chaewon did her best to look behind her, and despite her blurry vision due to the tears filling her eyes, she was able to meet your worried pair of eyes. Then, it felt like everything happened in slow motion. Chaewon saw you clench your jaw before lunging towards the man and grabbing him by the collar.

"I swear to god," The short-haired girl shuddered at the calm yet threatening tone you used, "I may not look as strong, but I can definitely take a scrawny guy like you, so unless you want to end up with broken limbs, I suggest you to leave."

You felt immense anger as you stared into the man's eyes which was filled with both worry and annoyance. He tried to pull back, but your grip on his collar was too tight that your knuckles turned white. Suddenly, you let go of his collar which made him lose his balance and fell.

"Fucking bitch," you heard him mutter as he dust himself off then ran from the scene while you made sure to watch him leave. Chaewon stood there silently, not knowing what to do nor what to say. She was grateful for your help but now she doesn't know how to deal with you. With all the pent up stress both from the fears from her situation earlier and your presence, she felt herself cry harder that she couldn't contain the sobs that she let out.

Suddenly being aware of your surroundings once again, your eyes traveled to the girl and you could feel your heart break at the sight. "Chaewon sunbaenim," you said, unsurely. The said girl looked up to meet your eyes but all you could see was the pained expression that she wore. You opened your arms with uncertainty but all the hesitation washed away once the girl lunged forward and wrapped her arms around your waist in an embrace.

Chaewon could feel your arms wrap around her body tightly, and at that moment, she knew that she was safe. No one could hurt her. You were there.

"Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? Should I call the cops?" You asked calmly, but the short-haired girl could hear the concern laced in your tone, and she couldn't help the fluttering of her heart accompanied by the warmth of her cheeks, "No," Chaewon answered weakly, "I'm fine, I just—"

Chaewon was interrupted by her own sobs. She felt embarrassed that you had to see her in such a state but the negative thought quickly left her mind as she felt your hand caress her hair and your other hand rub circles on her back, "Let's get you home, okay?"

You waited for the girl's response and you felt her nod. She untangled herself from your embrace and you couldn't help but miss the warmth that she provided. Chaewon started walking before you, and as she was about to reach for the food that she bought which were now on the floor, you held her hand and grabbed the bag with the other.

Chaewon looked up to your face but your eyes were already locked on hers, "Lead the way," you said with a small smile, and the girl could feel her heart explode.

The two of you walked in silence and Chaewon could feel your grip on her hand tightening every now and then as though reassuring her that you were there and that you wouldn't leave her side.

Eventually, you arrived at their dorm and Chaewon slowly unlocked the door before stepping in. "Chaewon unnie, what took you so long?" Yunjin asked before seeing you at their doorstep, "Oh, Y/N-nim, hi!"

You smiled in response as the taller girl ushered you into their apartment. "I was confronted by a stranger, but Y/N saved me from getting harassed," Chaewon said, the exhaustion in her voice was obvious even as she tried to hide it.

Yunjin's eyes widened at the revelation, but decided to drop the topic after getting a look at her leader. She knew better than to pry. The said leader went straight to her room as your eyes were locked on her. After seeing her enter, you handed the bag to Yunjin who accepted it with a smile.

You were about to leave when Yunjin's voice interrupted the silence, "Thank you," she said, quietly. You stared at her in question before she continued, "I heard from Yena unnie that you and Chaewon unnie aren't on good terms," she mentioned, and you wanted to give Yena an earful for not knowing how to keep a secret.

The taller girl smiled at you before continuing, "But I'm really glad that you helped her out." You gave Yunjin a genuine smile before replying, "Of course, I'm sure that if the roles were changed, your leader would've done the same."

She nodded at your words, "You should stay," you stared at her with wide eyes before she tried to clarify what she meant, "If you're not busy, I mean. I think you should stay with unnie for a bit, until she realizes that she's safe."

You nodded before agreeing, giving her one last smile before going towards the direction of Chaewon's room. The pounding on your chest was pretty much uncontrollable, but you chose to ignore it and knock on the girl's door.

"Come in," you heard Chaewon's muffled voice before your hand reached for the doorknob and entered her room. Her back was facing you but it did nothing to ease your nerves, "I just wanted to make sure that you're all settled before I leave," you uttered, hesitantly.

There was a long silence, and you were just about to retreat and leave when you heard her respond, "Can you stay?" Chaewon's voice was soft and unsure, and deep inside, her fears were eating her alive because why would you choose to stay with her when the last time you spoke with each other, she was such a douchebag to you. Despite that, she decided that there's nothing more to lose, "Please?"

With her back still facing the door, Chaewon could hear her heart pounding. After a few seconds, she heard shuffling and the sound of her door closing. She expected it. You didn't have any reason to stay. Her shoulders dropped at the realization that once again, she's all alone, just as she expected.

What she didn't expect though is for her bed to dip behind her, and for a hand to reach out and stroke her hair. Chaewon's tears began to resurface.

"Of course," you said, glancing at the back of her head, where your hands were playing with some of the strands of her hair, "I'm here."

You stayed.

Her tears started to fall and all she could feel was how drained she was with the week-long overthinking and the incident earlier, but at the same time, you were there with her. She had you, and it feels like that is all she needs at the moment.

You heard a quiet sob coming from the short-haired girl, and you have never felt so lost than you did at that moment. What happened earlier surely struck terror into the girl, and you had no idea how to console her. As a soloist, you were simply responsible for yourself and you didn't have other members to care for. On the other hand, Chaewon came from a 12-member group and is currently a leader of a 5-member group; the difference between the two of you is very noticeable.

All of a sudden, the girl turned and in an instant, you were met with her tear filled eyes. It was cut short because Chaewon wrapped her arm around your torso in a flash, hugging your body closely as though she was clinging for support. And at that moment on, you wanted nothing more than to hold her close regardless if you were on good terms or not.

Chaewon didn't know what came over her; with a sudden boost of confidence, she wrapped you in an embrace, knowing that it is all she needs to get rid of the unwanted thoughts that were clogging her brain. Unexpectedly, she felt your arm drape on her back, pulling her closer to your body as the other hand stroked her hair calmly, and Chaewon could swear that she's never felt more comfortable than she did at this moment.

"You should get some sleep," your quiet voice echoed in the silent room, "You don't have to worry about anything, I'll keep you safe."

The short-haired girl nodded weakly as she felt more tears fall onto your shirt. Chaewon was glad that her face was buried on your body because without a doubt, you would have seen how red she was if her face wasn't hidden.

Despite the fatigue that she felt, Chaewon didn't want to fall asleep just yet; she wanted to enjoy your company and how you held her so tightly against your warmth. Unfortunately for her, the exhaustion is already taking a toll on her and as the minutes passes, her eyelids started getting heavier, and she couldn't help but succumb to the deep sleep that awaits her.

Her body felt heavy all over as she awoke. That was the first time in a short while where she was able to get a good and uninterrupted sleep. However, instead of feeling recharged, she felt as though her body was underneath an elephant and she refused to get up.

But as she was just about to go back to sleep, she realized that her comfortable source of warmth was gone. She tiredly looked around her room and saw that you were nowhere to be found, and there weren't even any signs that you were there.

Chaewon felt disappointed but there's really nothing she could do about it. It's not like you were obliged to stay with her. Heck, she was a bitch to you, you didn't owe her anything. Perhaps she just might even be too spent last night that she imagined everything that happened in her room.

Knowing that there's no way she could sleep without your presence, Chaewon groggily got up from her bed before exiting her room. As she stepped out of the comfort of her private space, she was met with the scent of cheese balls, ramen, and fried chicken which made her stomach growl, 'Right, I wasn't able to eat my food,' she thought.

She then went straight to the kitchen area where she froze at the sight. There you were, cooking instant ramen while your back was facing the girl. 'She really stayed?'

"Y/N?" Chaewon called out hesitantly. You turned around, a bit surprised at her voice suddenly appearing behind you, "Hey," you said, a small smile forming on your lips, "You're awake."

Chaewon mirrored your expression as she slowly approached you, "Yeah," She looked at the wall clock that showed 12:56 p.m. "I'm sorry, I overslept, where's everybody?"

You returned your focus to the ramen, transferring the contents from the pan to the bowl, "Don't worry about it, I'm glad you were able to rest," you said, "Yunjin and Eunchae went to Kazuha and Sakura sunbaenim's dorm."

Chaewon nodded before taking a seat at one of the chairs. You placed the bowl on the table and prepared the plates and utensils that you and Chaewon were going to use.

The two of you ate in silence aside from the noise coming from the utensils and Chaewon humming at the cheese balls that you made. After having your meal, Chaewon picked up the used dishes and placed it on the sink. You followed her, watching her movements closely.

"I don't mean to pry," you spoke softly, "But how are you feeling?"

Chaewon leaned on the sink as she faced you, "I'm feeling much better now," she uttered softly, she looked up to meet your gaze and it took everything in her to maintain eye contact. She watched as you grinned, "That's a relief."

There was a short moment of silence until the girl cleared her throat, "Listen, Y/N," she started, "I would like to thank you," Chaewon said, studying your face, "I don't know what would've happened if you didn't show up."

You responded with a tight-lipped smile before speaking, "You shouldn't worry about it," you sighed before continuing, "You're stronger than you think, I'm sure that you would've been able to take him down even without me," you said, light-heartedly.

Chaewon gave a small chuckle before getting serious once again, "Also, I've been wanting to talk to you," she started. The short-haired girl lowered her gaze to the floor, avoiding your curious eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Chaewon prepared herself to finally say what she's been meaning to tell you, "I wanted to apologize," she said, softly, stealing a glance at you but immediately returning her gaze to the floor as though it is the most interesting thing that she ever laid her eyes on.

"I was so rude towards you after the shoot, I said mean things, I–" Chaewon inhaled deeply before speaking, "I'm really sorry. I was such a jerk."

Chaewon finally found the courage to meet your gaze and continued, "You didn't deserve any of that, and I'm really sorry," she felt her heart pounding, finding your expression frightening because she couldn't read you one bit, "I overheard you talking in your dressing room once, and I thought that you were slandering me."

"It was wrong for me to immediately assume that you were talking about me without properly confronting you about it, and my actions during our confrontation were inexcusable," Chaewon dropped her gaze once again, her hand subtly shaking because of the nerves, "I'm really sorr–"

"I know."

Suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around Chaewon's shaky ones which caused the girl to widen her eyes in disbelief, she looked up and was finally met with your eyes, "I know the reason behind your meltdown," you started, "I was just waiting for you to approach me and apologize."

Chaewon stared at you curiously, "What do you mean you know? How?"

You chuckled at her confused expression and the absurdity of your answer, "Yena unnie," Chaewon already knew what you were about to say, "Our friend can't really keep a secret, you know?"

The short-haired girl nodded, her cheeks tainted with pink hue due to embarrassment as well as realizing how close your distance was, "I can see how you could misinterpret what I said that day and why you were upset."

You grinned at her and said, "But you still have to make up for it, don't you think?"

Chaewon smiled shyly before asking, "How can I make it up to you?" You could feel your cheeks heating up; the way Chaewon looked at you made you weak in the knees.

"That depends on you," you said, your voice was barely audible, but due to your close distance, Chaewon was able to hear you loud and clear, "How do you plan to make it up to me?"

Chaewon's right hand let go of yours which she quickly placed on your shoulder. You stared at her in question, but she only grinned in response as she moved her hand onto your neck.

"Does it really depend on me?" she asked looking into your eyes for the go signal, "You might not like it," she said, with a hint of hesitation in her tone.

"Try me," you could feel your cheeks heating up and you're scared that Chaewon might take notice of it as well, "I am an appreciative person, I'm sure I'll be grateful regardless."

The short-haired girl smirked, taking that as her go signal. Chaewon leaned in closer and you could practically hear your heart pounding, so you closed your eyes in anticipation.

'She's so adorable,' Chaewon thought, rubbing small circles on your neck with her thumb. She leaned closer until she finally planted a soft kiss on your cheek which barely touched your lips.

After a few seconds, the girl pulled away, searching for your eyes to see your reaction, and she was met with a somewhat disappointed stare, "You know what?"

Chaewon tilted her head in question like a lost puppy before you continued, "I take it back, I don't think I'm an appreciative person," the girl laughed at your statement, her eyes twinkling with joy, "You weren't grateful with what I gave you?" she asked light-heartedly.

You shook your head no, "Definitely not," you said with a pout, and Chaewon wanted nothing than to kiss it away.

And so she did.

Suddenly, you could feel her soft lips on yours and if Chaewon didn't hold onto you, you were sure that you would have melted right then and there. You removed your grasp on her hand and held onto her waist for support, before kissing back.

You could feel her other hand travel to your cheek to keep you closer. Chaewon tilts her head to deepen the kiss, and you just let it happen.

When the both of you pulled away, Chaewon was breathing heavily while you chuckled, "What's funny?"

"We finally did something about that annoying tension," you said, still chuckling. Chaewon laughed with you before replying, "And I'll do it again and again."

And so she did.

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spadesolace · 6 months

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justalonelybitch · 1 year

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To Love Again

Yunjin x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (?)

Warnings: Swearing, Break-Ups, Mentions of Disbandment

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Your cheeks were stained with tears that hadn’t stopped flowing ever since the news was revealed. Heart clenching in your chest, you clamped your hand over your mouth in a desperate attempt to muffle your sobs. The faint creak of a door followed by hurried footsteps went unheard by you, it was only once a familiar sweet scent invaded your senses that you became aware of her presence. “It’s okay,” Yunjin soothed, unsure of which one of you she was trying to convince as she pulled you into her chest. “How can you say that?” You cried into her shoulder, both of you uncaring of the tears that soaked through her shirt.

“We promised we’d make it together, that we’d stay together forever,” your voice cracked as you spoke. “I know,” Yunjin whispered, voice undeniably shaky. “I wish it didn’t have to end like this, Y/n. But it’s out of our control,” she explained, tears springing to her eyes. “I just don’t understand,” you trailed off, voice muffled as you spoke into her shoulder. “I know it’s hard, but it’s time for us to move on,” she admitted tearfully, hopelessly blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. “I don’t want to,” you protested, grip around her waist tightening significantly. “Believe me when I say I never wanted this either,” she sighed, combing her fingers through your hair.

“You're so close to your dream Y/n,” Yunjin said, pausing briefly as you rapidly shook your head before she could continue. “It’s not a dream without you,” you cried harder, knowing what she was planning. “You’re going to do great things, with or without me,” she assured, rubbing soothing circles on your back. An involuntary sob ripped past your lips, her heart dropped at the sound. “I’ve got to stop kidding myself, it’s time for me to go home,” she spoke regretfully, eyes clenching shut as your cries only increased in volume. “I can’t do it without you,” you sniffled, finally lifting your head to meet her gaze. Yunjin finally let the tears fall freely down her cheeks at the sight of the vulnerability your tear filled eyes held.

“Promise me you’ll try,” she proposed, forehead creased in a deep frown. She reached her hands up to gently cup your cheeks, swiping away your tears with the pads of her thumbs. “Please,” she whispered, pleading as she gazed into your eyes. Unable to deny her, you reluctantly nodded your head sending her a tight lipped smile. “I’m so proud of you,” she smiled despite the tears that cascaded down her face. “I should be the one comforting you,” you groaned, a watery chuckle leaving her lips at your frustration. She leaned down slowly, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek that spoke a thousand words. Yet another sob bubbled from your chest as she pulled you into a tight hug that felt painfully final.

“My flight leaves soon,” Yunjin informed softly, guilt plaguing her mind as the abruptness of her decision. “Please don’t leave,” you begged, knowing it was a hopeless endeavour. She released a shaky breath, tugging you impossibly closer, eyes fluttering closed as she attempted to burn the memory into her mind. “I love you,” she confessed, sucking her lips between her teeth. “Don’t tell me that, not now. It will only hurt more,” you mumbled into her neck, unwilling to let go just yet. “I couldn’t live with myself if I never told you,” she admitted. This wasn’t how she’d wanted to tell you, it was never supposed to be like this.

“I love you too,” you whispered, a sigh of relief leaving her lips the moment the words rolled off your tongue. You sniffled as she planted a kiss on the side of your head, her grip on you loosening as she began to retract her arms from around your waist. “Not yet,” you pleaded, fists clenched tightly around the fabric of her hoodie. “Okay, just a little longer,” she promised, unable to deny you of such a simple request. The longer she stayed the more it prolonged the hurt, but the pain was worth it for a few more moments in her arms. She was never supposed to let you go, the two of you had promised that you’d become idols together. But learning that not all promises last forever was something you wished you’d never had to do.

Produce 48, the survival show that had brought your dreams to life while simultaneously robbing you of the best part. It was bittersweet, your heart was filled with joy upon hearing the news, but something was always missing. Everything felt wrong without her. You were happy, but there was no denying the lingering sadness that plagued your broken heart. The longing to have her by your side once more was something you feared would never leave you, but the pain was the only thing you had left of her. You were moving on without her, but it felt like each step was only taking you further in the wrong direction. Everything had happened so quickly that you’d barely had time to process any of it, caught up in a storm of constant training and endless showcases.

You loved it, everything about it, but you could never forget what you’d had to give up to have it.

Yet another promise of forever was ripped from your grasp. The disbandment of Iz*one was an inevitable end you’d foolishly hoped to never face. Just as things were beginning to feel whole again, you were forced into another equally painful goodbye. The hollowness that remained with you became easier to ignore overtime, moving past it was something you’d come to accept would never happen. It was trying again that was troubling, the prospect of giving up became ever more enticing with each passing day. You didn’t know if you had it in you to continue, the risk of losing it all wasn’t something you were prepared to go through again. One thing you hadn’t anticipated was how convincing Chaewon could be when it came to persuasion.

You found yourself back in yet another practice room, hours on end spent perfecting each dance. It was tiresome, but it reminded you of how much you loved it. Being back with your friends, working towards being back on stage. “Did you hear?” Chaewon came up behind you, hand slung lazily over your shoulders. “Huh?” You grunted in questioning, momentarily averting your eyes from the screen that displayed your recorded dance. “The new addition to the line up,” she explained, eyes trained on the door ahead of you. “That’s today?” You asked, a sigh slipping past your lips as you leaned back against her. She merely hummed in response, eyes briefly flickering to you.

“Do we know anything about her?” You inquired, Sakura appearing by your side with a smile. Chaewon hesitated briefly, sharing a look with your fellow trainee before returning her gaze to you. “She’s-” The door began to swing open before she could speak, a head of black hair cautiously peaking through the gap. Your breath hitched as a familiar face covered in shock greeted you, Chaewon’s arm tightening around you in support. You slipped out of her grasp, stepping away from the gathered three, watching as they became reacquainted with one another from the sidelines. You blinked rapidly at the scene before you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

All it took was one look and you were hit with the same feeling you were struck with all those years ago. The moment your gaze landed on her, you knew you were doomed. For a split second she glanced your way, a light smile adorning her lips as she met your eyes. Rooted in your place, you stare stiffly at the girl before you, heart thumping wildly in your ears. Everything passed by in a blur, your eyes unfocused as she leaned closer to whisper something inaudible to Sakura. You let your eyes flutter closed, offering yourself a moment of peace in an uninterrupted sanctuary. The light brush of fingertips on your bare shoulder snapping you back to reality. “Hey,” Yunjin greeted with a sheepish smile as your gaze landed on her.

One word from her lips was all it took for your walls to come crashing down.

You’d foolishly allowed yourself to fall back into old habits with Huh Yunjin, something you were painfully aware that you’d soon come to regret. It was always easy to let her in, becoming friends with the girl was something you’d embraced willingly the second you laid your eyes upon her. She’d always been an affectionate person, but there was no denying the unspoken words that were shared between the two of you with each lingering touch. With you it was always different. Neither of you could resist the invisible force that pulled you together, sometimes it was easier to give in. Being friends with Yunjin was an effortless task, but remaining that way proved a troublesome feat.

Your chest heaved up and down as shuffled towards the wall, propping yourself against it in order to avoid collapsing. Squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to catch your breath, you brushed that strands of hair that stuck to your glistening skin from your face. A hand pat your shoulder lightly before coming to rest at your lower back, your eyes fluttering open to meet Yunjin’s empathetic gaze. “Here,” she offered, handing over the bottle of ice cold water from her grasp. You sighed as her fingers brushed against your own, sending her a grateful smile. She watched attentively as you took small sips of the cold water between breaths, face scrunching up disapproval.

“Drink more,” she urged, eyeing the way your legs shook unsteadily with a frown. “I’m fine,” you muttered in a pitiful attempt to reassure her, pushing yourself off the wall with a huff. “No you’re not,” she kept her hand at your lower back cautiously, worried that you may pass out from exhaustion. “I am,” you insisted, gritting your teeth in mild annoyance as you brushed her off. One step away from her had your legs giving out, her arms looping around your waist securely before you could hit the ground. “Please just sit down with me for a bit,” she said, receiving a reluctant nod of acceptance. She gently lowered you to the floor, taking up the spot beside you, her back pressed against the mirrored wall.

“I’m worried about you,” she admitted, a distant look in her eyes as they wandered the practice room. You sighed, anxiously fiddling with your fingers as you stared down at your lap. After so long being far apart, you’d almost forgotten how observant she was to the smallest details, how much she cared for those around her. Met by silence, she turned to face you with eagle eyes, gaze boring into the side of your head. You feigned ignorance, staring directly ahead in hopes of forgetting the way your heart jumped in your chest as her leg brushed against yours. Huffing, you began to lift yourself from the ground, receiving instant protest from Yunjin.

“Babe-” The pet name rolled off her tongue with ease, your movements halting the moment it slipped past her lips. “Y/n.” She quickly corrected, eyebrows furrowing at the way your shoulders visibly tensed at the sound of her voice. You remain unmoving, an unreadable expression plastered on your face as you stare down at the floor. She hesitantly reached out towards you, but just before her hand could meet yours staff began calling for you both. “Everyone gather round,” they shouted, each face reflecting a more sympathetic look than the last. Taking it as an opportunity to remove yourself from Yunjin’s presence, you found yourself by Chaewon’s side.

“Everything alright?” She whispered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as she subtly nodded towards Yunjin. You hummed absentmindedly, leaning your head on her shoulder as her fingers began to comb through your hair. “Where’s Haruka?” You mumbled upon doing a quick scan of the room, only to find her nowhere in sight. “She had a meeting, I’m sure she'll be back soon,” Chaewon replied. A feeling of unease began to eat away at you, the staff finally beginning to speak as everyone had gathered. “We have some unfortunate news to share with you today,” he spoke regretfully, pausing momentarily as he glanced over the group. “I’m sad to say that moving forwards, Haruka will no longer be a part of this team,” he announced with a sigh.

Audible gasps could be heard echoing throughout the practice room, your hand flying up on instinct to cover your lips that had parted in shock. “We’ll let you guys say your goodbyes,” he said, the door opening to reveal a teary eyed Haruka. Everyone rushed towards her, tears filling their own eyes as they shared final words with her. No one knew quite what to say, but each of you made an attempt to console her. It all went by in a blur, forced to part ways with someone you’d hoped to have a future with once more. You were irked by how rushed it was, the only thing the staff had in mind was getting it over and done with so you could go back to training tirelessly

The room was unnervingly still as Haruka was ushered out of the building, a sorrowful silence filled the room. You kept your gaze firmly on the door, mind wandering as everyone tried to come to terms with the events that had transpired. A gentle grip on your wrist tugged you from your thoughts, your eyes flickering towards the source. “Y/n..” Yunjin trailed off with an empathetic look plastered across her face. Your eyes glanced briefly to where she grasped your wrist, before flitting back to her. “I can’t,” you whispered, pulling your hand from her grasp as if it burned. Ignoring the hurt that reflected in her eyes you hastily turned on your heel, rushing out the door without another word.

Yunjin briefly glanced around the room before making her own exit, no one daring to follow the two of you. She was hot on your tail as you sped through the halls, repeatedly calling out your name. Upon reaching a dead end, you abruptly stopped in your tracks. Yunjin cautiously lingered a few feet away from you, forehead creased in a frown as she heard the faintest sniffle come from you. You refused to turn around, fearful that one look in her eye would make your next choice impossible to go through with, your fists clenched tightly by your sides. “Please talk to me,” she begged, tone laced with an undeniable hurt. Met with silence, she hesitantly reached for you, forcing you to face her. She was unprepared for the sight of tears already streaming down your cheeks, her heart aching in her chest.

She raised her hand to gently caress your cheeks, swiping away the tears that fell freely. You let your eyes flutter shut as her hand came in contact with you, unable to pull away just yet. “I can’t do this anymore, Yunjin.” You admitted, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion at your words. “What do you mean?” She whispered anxiously, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Us. It hurts too much,” you mumbled, offering her a sad smile. “I don’t understand, Y/n.” She lied, knowing exactly what you meant but not wanting to believe the truth. After all these years she could still read you like a book, something she wishes wasn’t bestowed upon her at this moment.

“I can’t lose you again,” you sighed, slipping from her grasp as you backed away from her. She shook her head rapidly in refusal, chocolate brown eyes swirling with sadness. “Don’t do this, Y/n,” she pleaded. “I’m sorry,” you whispered a tearful apology, cheeks dampened significantly. “I thought I could do it, but being close to you only hurts more,” you explained, though she wasn’t sure it was something she wanted to hear. There was a pregnant pause as you gazed at each other through blurry eyes, the silence holding a thousand unsaid words. Unable to bear it any longer, you brushed past her, Yunjin staying rooted in her place as silent tears rolled down her face.

Yunjin peered at you from across the room, observing your every move. Your head was thrown back as a melodious laugh escaped your parted lips, eyes crinkled into crescents. Chaewon mirrored your expression, playfully hitting your shoulder in amusement. Sakura stood beside the two of you, shaking her head as she rolled her eyes at your antics, an undeniable fond look reflecting in her eyes. “Unnie,” Eunchae called from behind her, Yunjin whipping her head around to meet her gaze. “Can you help me with this part?” The younger asked, lazily pointing her finger towards the screen that displayed the correct formation. The older eagerly nodded, letting her gaze briefly flicker towards you before she went to assist the newest addition to the line-up.

The youngest picked up the dance with impressive speed, turning to Yunjin with a mischievous smirk once she’d learned everything necessary. The older raised an inquisitive brow at the way her eyes danced with curiosity. “What’s up with you and Y/n unnie?” She asked simply, Yunjin blinking in surprise at her boldness. No one else has ever dared to ask, fearful that it would only create more tension amongst the group. “Kkura unnie said you were close, but I only ever see her with Chaewon unnie. You both just stare at each other when the other isn’t looking,” Eunchae stated as if your mutual pining were obvious. The older furrowed her brows in confusion, whipping her head around only to meet your gaze for a split second before your eyes widened and you turned away so fast Yunjin was worried you’d strain your neck.

“It’s complicated..” Yunjin muttered distractedly as she continued to watch you with curiosity. Eunchae nodded, giggling in amusement as she shared a glance with a perplexed Kazuha who only furrowed her brows in confusion. The oldest of the three narrowed her eyes slightly as you continued to act as though you weren’t blatantly ignoring her, while also being caught staring. Your debut was just around the corner and she knew all this pinning wasn’t going to do the future of the group any good. Being away from you for all this time only cemented her love for you, years longing to be in your presence once more, but now she was and it was the opposite of what she’d dreamed of. You were right by her side, yet you felt further away than ever.

She’d foolishly hoped that everything would go back to normal, but oh how incredibly wrong she was. Yunjin was okay with being friends, it was how your relationship had begun before developing further the first time. She was willing to be patient with you, she was even fine with remaining friends if it made you happy. She understood your pain, but she couldn’t understand your decision to push her away. You were on her mind constantly, a dream and a nightmare she could never seem to escape. It hurts you to get close to her, but it hurts her to be forced away from you. What hurt more was the way you looked at her, as if you regretted everything, but you still never approached her to make amends. She knew you longed for it just as much as she did, but your fears outweighed that longing and your broken relationship was left in limbo.

Your head snapped up at the sound of a faint knock on your door, Chaewon’s head popping through the gap. She smiled as you ushered her inside, taking a seat on the edge of your bed as she glanced around your undecorated room. “How are you settling in?” She asked, smiling as she caught sight of a framed picture of all the members of Iz*one sat atop your otherwise empty desktop. “It’s alright, I’m still getting used to it though,” you answered, receiving an understanding nod from the appointed leader. As you took a seat beside her on the bed, she smiled softly, taking your hand in her own. “Are you okay, Y/n?” She asked, leaving you blinking in surprise at the question, head tilting in confusion as you furrowed your brows.

“What do you mean, Unnie?” You questioned, feeling her thumb begin to rub your knuckles soothingly. “I’ve been worried about you lately,” she admitted, gnawing at the inside of her cheek. “I’m fine,” you dismissed quickly, attempting to calm her concerns. “You can’t lie to me, Y/n. I know you too well,” Chaewon spoke softly, eyes holding nothing but genuine concern. Sighing, you avoided her gaze, knowing it would only be so long before she convinced you to confess your troubles. “It’s about Yunjin, isn’t it?” Your eyes widened at the words that slipped past her lips with ease, your head whipping in her direction. “What makes you say that?” You asked, blinking rapidly as you sucked your lip between your teeth.

“I know you, Y/n. I knew the second she walked in the door that there was more to the story than you let on,” Chaewon stated, watching your expressions carefully as she spoke. “You loved her,” she stated, a knowing smile adorning her lips as she continued. “You still love her,” she acknowledged, observing you as the corners of your mouth were tugged downwards into a deep frown. “How..?” You questioned in disbelief, too stunned to deny her claims. “You’ve never looked at anyone the way you look at her,” Chaewon explained as if it were the most simple thing in the world. Sighing, you nodded hesitantly in understanding, unsure as to how she thought of you given this new revelation.

You anxiously nibbled on your lip, tapping your foot on the floor repeatedly, a nervous habit. “I love you nonetheless, Y/n.” She spoke as if reading your every thought, extinguishing the worries before they could corrupt your mind. “As long as you're happy, then nothing else matters,” she concluded with a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. “But you’re not happy right now, are you?” She questioned, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze as she sent you a sad smile. “I am happy-” you began, receiving a disapproving frown from Chaewon as she narrowed her eyes at you. “Honestly. I really am, it’s just bittersweet.” You admitted truthfully, letting your guard down.

“I loved her then, and I love her now,” you said, a rueful grin plastered on your face. “But I know we can’t ever be anything more, so it’s easier not to get close and wonder about what could be,” you declared with a sense of finality that worried her. “It’ll only hurt us more in the end,” you muttered sorrowfully, Chaewon forehead creasing in a deep frown at your words. “If you love each other then nothing else should matter,” she spoke with a naivety that your past self was all too familiar with. Catching a glimpse of your doubtful gaze downcast on the floor, she briefly tightened her grip on your hand. “What I mean is, you and I both know how hard it is to come by love in this line of work,” she said sadly, lifting her free hand to pat your shoulder.

“I know, but I can’t..” You muttered, meeting her gaze with glassy eyes. Loving her hurt too much, the risk of losing Yunjin again within the blink of an eye wasn’t a thought your heart could cope with. “Just, don’t regret it. Not like I do,” Chaewon whispered cryptically, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you looked at her with wide eyes. “I’ll tell you about it later,” she smiled sadly, blinking back the tears that sprang to her eyes. “Don’t take it for granted,” she warned, pointing her finger at you in an accusatory manner. You nodded swiftly at her words, pulling her into a hug in hopes of expressing your gratitude. She had always been there for you at your worst, knowing exactly what to say in every situation, it almost scared you how well she knew you.

A knock on the frame of your open door had you both reluctantly pulling apart. You blinked in shock at the sight of Yunjin standing in the threshold, eyebrows furrowed as she watched you both break apart. “The manager is asking for you, Chaewon,” she mumbled with an unreadable expression crossing her face as your leader leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Promise you’ll think about what I said,” she muttered in your ear, breath tickling your skin as you pulled back with a giggle. She smiled as you nodded your head, rising to her feet and brushing past Yunjin as she exited the room. The older girl frowned, sucking her lip between her teeth as she watched you from the doorway, who paid her no mind as you continued to decorate your room. Turning on her heel with a huff, she retreated back to the confines of her own room dejectedly.

After completing your debut stage, everyone returned to the dorms with wide smiles, far too excited to sleep, so you settled on a celebratory movie night. Only it ended up with all the members passed out on the couch as the adrenaline faded, exhaustion from hours of endless practice finally catching up on everyone. Yunjin glanced around the room, a sigh slipping past her lips as she nudged the girl beside her. Chaewon whined at the contact, sleepy eyes fluttering open to a dark living room. “What?” She groaned, stretching her limbs absentmindedly. “You should go to bed,” Yunjin suggested, already leaning over to shake Kazuha and Sakura awake. The leader rose from the couch without another word, shuffling towards her room silently. Kazuha startled awake, blinking in confusion before she adjusted to her surroundings.

Too tired to speak, the two Japanese girls stumbled towards their room with linked arms. “Eunchae,” Yunjin whispered, lightly tapping the youngest’s cheek with her finger. “Five more minutes,” she groaned in protest, turning around to snuggle further into the couch cushions. “Go to bed,” the older woman ordered with a chuckle, pulling her up from the couch. “I could’ve just slept there,” Eunchae complained drowsily, peering at the older through half closed eyes. “You’ll thank me later,” Yunjin claimed, pushing the younger girl out of the room by her shoulders. “You just want to be alone with Y/n unnie,” Eunchae grumbled, the older of the two shaking her head in amusement.

Huffing, Yunjin finally made her way towards the couch where you slept peacefully. Sighing, she made a weak attempt to shake you awake from your deep slumber, but to no avail. Mind wandering back to the past, she recalled how you’d always been troublesome to wake, a fond smile creeping onto her lips at the memory. Yunjin hesitantly leant over, pulling you into her arms with a grunt as she carried you bridal style towards your room. You instantly clung to the fabric of her loose hoodie, snuggling into her chest as you mumbled sleepily. She chuckled to herself at the sight, kicking your door ajar as she entered your room.

Yunjin gently placed you in your bed, pulling the covers up with a soft smile. Stepping back with a proud look reflecting in her eye, she stopped to admire you in your peaceful state. It wasn’t often she got to see you without a frown threatening to break out on your face lately, so this was a welcome change. She missed the days you would share your burdens with her, when she could hold you when you were upset, she missed everything about you. Unable to stop herself, she found her hand acting with a mind of its own as she reached out to carefully brush a stray strand of hair from your face. She paused, lingering before you began to stir, face twisting into an expression of discomfort as you groaned.

Startled, she pulled her hand back, whines leaving your lips as you began to toss and turn before settling. Releasing a sigh of relief, Yunjin turned on her heel, stepping away from you. A squeal left her parted lips as a soft grip on her hand tugged her backwards, stumbling to your side. She squinted in the darkness of your room, catching a glimpse of your wide eyes blinking away the sleep. Her eyes darted between where your hand gently grasped hers and your panicked expression. “Stay,” you muttered into the silence, voice shaking as your eyes filled with vulnerability. Yunjin’s eyebrows furrowed in worry at the way your fingers trembled around her wrist, eyes glued to her as if she could disappear at any moment.

Yunjin nodded wordlessly, sucking her lip between her teeth as you scooted over, lifting the covers up to offer her a place by your side. Inhaling sharply, she slipped under the covers, laying down beside you as she stared up at the ceiling in contemplation. She could feel your eyes on her, resulting in the familiar sensation of her heart beating harshly against her ribs. The faint brush of your fingertips against her own had her head tilting to the side, gaze meeting your own. “Sorry,” you mumbled, retracting your hand with a frown as you turned away from her. Gnawing on the inside of her cheek, she tentatively wrapped an arm around your torso. She heaved a sigh of relief as you relaxed in her hold, shifting backwards as you pushed yourself impossibly closer to her.

You allowed her warmth to embrace you, reaching for her hand that rested comfortably at your stomach and threading your fingers together. She grinned hopefully at the action, snuggling further into the back of your neck. “I’m scared,” you whispered fearfully, Yunjin’s forehead creasing in a frown as the words slipped past your lips. Your grip on her hand tightened significantly, grasping onto her as if she would leave at any moment. Her eyes widened slightly at the realisation, squeezing your hand in assurance. “It’s okay, I’m here,” she spoke, her warm breath tickling your skin, goosebumps rising in her wake. “I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, feeling you calm in her arms. Your breathing began to even out as you slipped back into a peaceful slumber, Yunjin sighing contentedly as she followed closely after.

Yunjin awoke to sunlight streaming through the gap in the curtain, blinking her eyes as she squinted to adjust to the brightness. Your soft breath tickled the skin of her neck where your head was nuzzled comfortably, your fingers curled around the soft fabric of her hoodie. Her arm was wrapped securely around your waist, your leg draped loosely over hers as you slept soundlessly. Shuffling carefully, she gently removed your head from her chest, placing it on the soft pillow as she shifted to face you. With her free hand, she reached up to comb her fingers through your tousled hair, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as you unconsciously leaned into her touch. She allowed her hands to travel to your face, caressing every feature with the pad of her thumb as you began to stir.

A groan slipped past your lips as you woke up, blindly snuggling further into the warmth that greeted you. “Good morning,” Yunjin’s raspy voice met your ears, eyes snapping open as you gazed at her in shock before realisation crossed your face. “Morning,” you mumbled back shyly, painfully aware of the way her bare legs were tangled with yours, warm smooth skin pressed firmly against yours. “About last night..” she trailed off, attempting to meet your avoidant gaze. You shuffled uncomfortably, turning to face the blank ceiling. “Can we not do this now?” You pleaded, but Yunjin shook her head firmly in refusal, gaze hardening as she sat up abruptly. “No. You don’t get to do that,” she said, tone laced with frustration as she stared down at you with narrowed eyes. “You can’t just let me in whenever it suits you best and then push me away again,” she said, leaving no room for discussion. “I love you, Y/n, but I can’t do that to myself, it hurts too much,” she frowned deeply.

Sighing, you raised yourself to sit in front of her, grasping both of her shoulders firmly. “That’s not what I meant, I just wanted to enjoy this for a little longer.” You pushed her back down on the bed by her shoulders, planting yourself atop her, your face pressed to the crook of her neck. Yunjin blinked in surprise, confusion evident on her face, but she unconsciously moved to wrap her arms around your waist. “I missed you,” you muttered, breath tickling the skin of her neck once more, sending a chill down her spine. “I promise I won’t push you away ever again,” you mumbled, nuzzling your nose against her neck. “I was just scared,” you admitted, Yunjin listening silently as she waited patiently for you to continue.

“I thought that if I let you in that you’d leave me again,” you spoke with a frown plastered on your face. “But it turns out that being away from you hurts more after all. So I’d rather love you and lose you than lose without ever loving you again,” you confessed, raising your head to gaze into her eyes. “You won’t lose me, I’m never leaving you again,” she promised with a hopeful smile, caressing your cheek with the pad of her thumb. You nodded, returning her smile with one of your own, her face suddenly brightening significantly. “You really still love me?” She asked with a stupidly wide grin, a chuckle escaping your lips at the question. “How could I not? I don’t think I ever stopped loving you, Huh Yunjin.” You admitted with a sheepish smile, her eyes sparkling with joy at the confession.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since the second I saw you again,” Yunjin grinned, a smirk tugging at her lips. You raised an inquisitive brow, eyes dancing with curiosity as she gazed at you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. Without wasting another second, she surged forwards, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut in content as you kissed her back with just as much passion, conveying a thousand unsaid words between you. Pulling back to catch your breath, Yunjin chased your lips with an eager grin, hands looping behind your neck as she pulled you back in for another kiss. You smiled against her lips, basking in the moment you’d been longing for ever since you’d initially parted ways. “I missed you too and I love you so much,” she muttered against your lips, uncaring of her newfound addiction to your soft pink lips.

“I’m glad that you two made up an all, but shouldn’t you at least shut the door,” Eunchae’s voice startled the two of you apart. Her face was morphed into a look of disgust, horror evident on her features. You groaned in embarrassment, falling limp on top of a chuckling Yunjin who wordlessly shooed the youngest away with a wave of her hand. “Chaewon unnie is gonna scold us,” you whined into her chest, feeling her body shudder with laughter. “Don’t laugh, she’s scary when it comes to her children,” your eyes reflected a look of terror as you playfully smacked her in warning. Yunjin only grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before she rolled out of bed, making her escape. “Tell her I’m not here!” She shouted over her shoulder, running out of the room. “Get back here!!” You yelled after her, sprinting down the halls, hot on her tail.

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Kinktober 2022 Week Three - Cheating

LE SSERAFIM's Kim Chaewon x Male Reader Smut

9, 617 words

Categories ⋅𖥔⋅ inspired by this ask by @idevian + the pic below + @majorblinks' awesome writing, badgirl_student!Chaewon × teacher!Reader

T/W ⋅𖥔⋅ CHEATING, manipulative!Chaewon, age gap

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Thanks to idevian for the clever ask that got me writing a Chaewon smut. I feel like I haven't done her enough justice with my previous fics of her. Hope this one does the trick.

"And I guess you can call it even."

She shrugs dismissively, as if it were such a small matter to her. As if it were something that can be resolved in little to no time at all. She's careless like that, and you guess that it's your fault for even giving in to her, but admittedly it's that very thing about her that made you do it in the first place.

Lift your head from your hands and turn to her with a glare blurred by your tears. "What the fuck about this is even? You ruined my marriage, Chaewon!"

"But you wanted me to, didn't you?" She inquires you with a raise of her eyebrows.

You roll your eyes at her and sniffle, wiping your cheeks dry the best you can because deep down inside, in your heart of hearts, you know that she's right.

————

There are many ways to describe Kim Chaewon, in both metaphorical and denotative manner. You're no boyfriend nor family of hers—in a passerby's perspective, you're too old to be her boyfriend anyway, and too young to be her father—but you've known her for four years, starting from when she was nearly nineteen and a freshman at the university you taught at, to current time: a senior student of yours at twenty-one working towards a graduation, although she had finished your year some time ago and the two of you haven't met each other that much ever since. That might seem like a pretty short time, but you know her more than anyone in the university. You knew what it is about her that caused her to fail so many courses and classes, and helped the other professors try and understand her the best you could.

So, in short, if anyone needed get-to-know details about Kim Chaewon, you are a reliable source.

You would not be afraid to describe her as impulsive or dangerous. Chaewon is young, yes, but she has that unique ability only experienced businessmen have to twist any situation at hand into one that puts her into a good light. Her classmates Jo Yuri and Kang Hyewon are often the ones victimized by this talent, and many times, you had needed to explain to the principal that they weren't at fault. Kim Chaewon was. Of course, over time, the professors started to think that you might have had some grudge against her, probably stemmed from a rude commentary during class or her being... herself, but they were intelligent enough to know that you are right. And that you know her too well to let yourself be a victim of her. Kim Chaewon is a manipulator, and a good one at that. She has had her whole life to practice. She gets what she wants in whatever way she can think of and succeeds. But you, even with just four years of analyzing and studying her behavior, can play this game.

Charismatic is another word you are certain to use when explaining the depth of your former student. It might put you and your job in danger to say that, although your usage of the word is free of any other intention, and you and Chaewon haven't even had any sexual relations or thought of each other that way, even with the obvious "tutoring sessions" the other teachers had, but it is as true as she is. She's admittedly pretty. She has a deceptive smile and siren eyes that made you drown in her and never want to seek a lifeboat. She has this way with words that made it so that Creative Writing is one of the only subjects she didn't fail, and charmingly coaxed people to let her off the hook. Many students thought that she had persuaded Mr. Choi by performing... oral sex on him, but you know it isn't true. Chaewon is just that experienced in using her God-given charisma to make other people swerve her own way.

She's a rebel, too. You always make note of that whenever you can. She dresses like one, acts like one, and speaks like one. She's responsible for almost every vandal and moral violation in the university—from minor to serious offenses, playful "SIR LEE SUX ASSSSS!!!!" to straight-up nude pulp art on the university walls—and she... does not care. She doesn't care at all. All she minds herself about is herself, and if she wants to go on another spray-painting spree or teacher intimidation, she will. And to hell with it if any other person stood in her way. To hell with it.

So it surprises you when she knocked on your door one fateful day, and you opened it to see a Kim Chaewon who—

"—want to babysit for you, sir Kim," she finishes, smiling at you gently. She's wearing a white crop top and‐ ooh, red short shorts that would not have been allowed past university premises. File your eyes away from that, of course, to the pair of shades sit on top of her head. "If it's not much of a bother."

It isn't. Your two-year-old girl Yeongwon is an angel, but the demands of a baby make it difficult to go to work or return from work. There's the changing of diapers, buying of baby formula, feeding—you get the drift. All that is exhausting, and you credit your wife Minju for bearing with it all alone while you teach at Seraphim Colleges.

You're a little suspicious, though. Chaewon never offers help unless it benefits her. It is an unspoken rule not to trust her when she initiates am act of kindness out of nowhere. Even a lollipop from her should be questioned thoroughly.

"Why the sudden saintliness, Ms. Kim? Suddenly decided to become a nun after graduation?" you ask. It's difficult not to smile amusedly, because you know her more than anyone. Does she really think her little tricks would work on you?

Chaewon ruffles her short hair and smiles charmingly, before telling you why: "I've been thinking about what you said, professor, about trying out kindness."

Right, because she's so easy to convince like that, and she's actually able to be a genuine person. If it is unclear, all that is sarcastic. Again, Chaewon is not an easy girl to convince. You know that after numerous lectures and pleads with her to take her education seriously. And you know, most importantly, that she is not one to be trusted. Who knows what she might do with your baby? Or your house? She'd probably spray-paint mocking caricature of you and Minju.

"And I thought," she continues, lowering her face so she can meet your eyes, "that you were the one I have to practice that to first. You always understood me when no one else could, sir. I just thought I might give back in my own little way."

She's not wrong. Like you've said quite often, you understand how she works and thinks, and as her teacher, you perform your job well in trying to get your fellow educators to figure out how to deal with her. It has cost you sleepless nights aplenty and several headaches, to put it briefly.

It won't hurt to let her return the favor, would it?

You tell her you'll think about it. Surprisingly, she easily allows you to, giving you a swift "okay" and telling you she'll come back tomorrow to hear your final decision. She's clever like that, casually inserting a deadline for you to have no choice but to follow. It's not like you are being told to solve a cold case, so you actually do think it overnight with your wife.

Minju is getting ready for bed when you tell her about the incident with Chaewon. Her almond eyes are gazing the other way, in the closet in search of her pajamas, but you can tell she's listening. Minju is one of those people that can do multiple things at the same time, including listen closely and decipher well despite a bunch of tasks at hand. Such are the lessons naturally taught when being a wife and mother.

She takes off her T-shirt the same time she takes the pajama top from the hanger. The upper half of her hourglass body is revealed to you. "It feels like a good thing to do, especially from her," she says to you. "You should let her try, at least."

"But honey, it's Chaewon. The Kim Chaewon."

"Exactly. She's a rebel, a bad student. The nightmare of every old parent who's nearly in the retirement home wishing to just see their kids grow up. Why don't you offer her the chance to redeem herself?"

She faces you finally. She's wearing her white pajama top littered with cartoon foxes and shorts. But even her beauty can't even quench the worriedness written in your forehead.

"I don't know," you say, "I, I guess I'm just afraid she'll vandalize our house or something."

Minju nods sympathetically, but stays silent. She knows you are going to say something more. She confirms that from the heavy sigh you make.

"I just don't want her to bother you, Minmin. You know that she swings the other way, too. Remember when I told you she was caught in a make-out session with the ballerina? What was her name? Nakamura—"

"Honey..." Minju's brows raise disapprovingly. "Watch the wording. You know it isn't like that."

"I'm sorry," say you, a person who's never been good with words. Always saying the wrong things without meaning it.

"Just because she's supposedly bisexual doesn't mean she'll make her advances towards me. That's a horrible thing to assume. And even if we say she does, for argument's sake, I'm twenty-seven. She's twenty-one. I know better than to let some college student seduce me."

A gorgeous roll of her eyes renders you dizzy as she takes a seat on your lap. She gives you a sweet smile. "Besides, I only have you." Minju plays with your uniform tie, twirling it in between her fingers. "Remember?"

"Right. Sorry for the... misconceptions. And, and all that."

"I know you are." Minju plants a kiss on your forehead and pushes you down to the bed. Her smile takes a sinister twist and you notice her hand straying further down your body. " I know you are. "

Chaewon returns the day after, as she promised. She shows up in a fitted dark green-blue dress, that accents her slim figure. You once again have to give props to her fashion style: simple yet eye-catching. Not that the dress does majority of the eye-catching part. She can wear a potato sack and still look beautiful.

The day is fairly bright and so is your mood, so Chaewon showing up doesn't sour it even a little. Even with the worries tucked at the back of your mind.

"Reached a final decision, professor?" Chaewon asks.

"Yeah, I have."

"And?"

"Minju and I figured that we could use the help."

You subtly sense that Chaewon knew all along that you were going to agree, but she is so happy to find out that you and Minju have agreed to let her babysit Yeongwon that you forget all about your suspicion. Her smile is so genuine, so delighted that you dwell a little longer on the thought that this might finally be Chaewon's path to a better self. No one stays a rebel too long after college. The spray-painting and risky shouts usually evolve into even worse habits once graduation settles in, so you are truly glad that Chaewon has decided to be a good girl. Maybe she'll even complete the full arc of bad-girl-gone-good.

You give her the usual list of warnings and guides about your daughter. Bedtime is at seven, fish sticks are a good go-to for snacks, and no sweets. Chaewon makes a note of that, literally. She pulls out a notepad and writes it all down, nodding to your words. You wonder if this little babysitting gig will eventually get her to dutifully take notes like that in class, too.

"All done! When do I start?" she asks brightly, lowering her papers.

"Tomorrow, if that's okay," you respond. Her hands linger around her notepad. You catch a glimpse of a checklist of things she should do scribbled on another page. Wait a minute, is that your name? It says to do something to you... is that... "Hey, Chaewon, what do you have written on the—"

"Good! I'll see you tomorrow, sir!" Chaewon interrupts happily. She gives you a cute wave goodbye, and walks away without letting you finish.

Your mind is still stuck on what she could have written on the checklist about you. It specifically said to do something to you. But you can't remember what the verb was. It started with "f." Free... no, must be fall—? Not quite right, but if things take a twisted turn it must be—

Oh well. You give up. She probably wanted to try the babysitting job for a long time. It's not something worth worrying about.

It's quite unexpected to you when you find out that she is actually good with children. From day one, she plays with Yeongwon around the house, giggling when she laughs and gently prying away the things your baby gets her mouth on with a gentle "No~." She feeds her on time, puts her to bed, and keeps her well-entertained enough to make Yeongwon actually attach herself to her. It's rare for your child to even like any other person than you or Minju, so you see that as a small victory, for both your precious kid and Chaewon. They are both trying things outside of their own boxes.

Maybe Minju was right, you think, as Chaewon watches another bout of Cocomelon with Yeongwon. Maybe letting Chaewon do her magic was a good idea.

You're starting to warm up to her, too. "Hey, Chaewon!"

She turns to you and raises her brows. "Yeah?"

"Aren't you a little too old to be watching Cocomelon?"

Chaewon tries to formulate a proper comeback, but the real idea of her watching and enjoying the show at twenty-one is so absurd that she bursts out laughing. You share the guffaws, too, which are so loud you have to slap your own hand to your mouth.

A confused Yeongwon watches you and Chaewon laugh, and, as babies do, copies you. She laughs along childishly, cracking the two of you up even more. And it's such a happy night, with the fire dancing on logs in the fireplace to add to the warmth of your laughter, that you forget about every problem there is in your life, for a very short but meaningful while. Little did you know how twisted things will get after a mere few weeks.

———

Minju has gotten another photoshoot for Prada, and has been invited to their Paris fashion week as well, so she will be gone for a whole week. You're a bit saddened to be without your wife for that long, but you know it's what she wants to do. Besides modelling being her dream, she is naturally shaped and fit for the job. She looks good in any dress you throw on her—classy fashion, casualwear, elegant corsets... even a goddamned kids' raincoat and wellies can be sold out within a few seconds because of her God-given talent and face. You trust and know that she'll do well while she's away, and you'll watch her every step of the way.

So, you are stuck at home, with no one but your kid and Chaewon. It's semester break, but Chaewon has still decided to come over and care for Yeongwon. You are grateful for that gesture; Yeongwon has become incredibly demanding day by day, and she refuses to settle down without a fight.

"It's okay, Yeongwonie~" Chaewon singsongs to the baby, rocking the child in her arms. "Chaewonie's here~ She's not going anywhere."

Yeongwon's tears are abundant still, but she looks up at Chaewon curiously. Her tiny hands make grabby gestures at her face. Chae won avoids them, but still sweet-talks her to calm her down. The baby babbles in response, and her eyes close into crescents as she lets out a cute giggle, before carrying her to the nursery room and tucking her in.

You watch on with a stunned fashion. You are feeling something risky at the moment, but all you can mutter to yourself is:

"Wow..."

Somehow, it is in that moment that you see Chaewon a little differently than you did. Who was she to you before all this? Oh, right... the rebellious Kim Chaewon, the fuck-all-do-all Kim Chaewon whose stone heart you cannot break into even with a pickaxe. She was this tedious, hellsent girl who made your work life and others' torture. She is not a behaved girl. She is far from it, to be exact. She lies and swears and disobeys and fucks without any care in the world. She is cruel, she is—

—You watch the fullness of her lips curve into a smile, and her shoulders rise in accordance with her cute laugh at Yeongwon waving at her, while the black hair frames her face like a painting, like a monumental painting, one that was drawn and crafted by a loving artist, a determined talent—

—beautiful.

Maybe it is all just admiration for her, because, to be fair, you've never seen Chaewon like this. She's in her own world caring fondly for your daughter, doing what her heart has wanted to do: change for the better. Because changing for the better doesn't mean rejecting old dressing styles or stopping oneself from putting on dark makeup. It's keeping your wildness to a minimum to leave space for viridity. For calmer and equally beautiful things.

And right now, Chaewon is beautiful to you. Before, she was merely pretty. Pretty doesn't mean anything. Pretty is eye-pleasing, eye candy, but not exactly something to love. But beautiful? Beautiful involves the soul, too, not just the general attractiveness Chaewon exudes. And despite all she's done, Kim Chaewon has the most beautiful soul to you right now.

Maybe you are romanticizing all this too much. If she were any other girl, it would have been okay, but Chaewon is not like any other girl. She's your student, too young and free for you, and too risky. If you even dared hold that beautiful face in your palm and kiss her pink lips as if you had always wanted to, you're putting everything just on top of the chalked boundary line to danger.

But she's looking at you now, and you can't look away. She's smiling at you now, and you can't force yourself to pretend that your gaze hasn't been following her from your living room sofa to the bedroom, as if she were precious treasure only you can get your hands on.

And she's asking you something:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

It comes after a brief giggle, and it's a little accusing, but sweet nevertheless.

You can't come up with an excuse. "I- I... what?"

Suddenly, she's risen from the sofa. For the first time, you take into account what she's wearing. It's a tight sleeveless top that gives everyone a view of her gray bra. And that skirt is too short for minds not to stray to her thighs and legs. How dare she wear something like that in front of you? She just drips of attractiveness, and the sight of her slim body just makes your heart scream her name instead of the girl you were sure resided there: Minju.

No, nothing about this is sexual. Or anything. Chaewon is just walking towards you, that's all. Besides, even if she is planning something different, you're an adult, and so is she. It's nothing morally wrong, even if there's the considerable age gap between you. But no, nothing is wrong about this.

Yes, there is! You're married! You have a daughter with the woman you married, too. You can't let yourself be tempted by a younger girl, especially since she is your student.

Well, used to be. You haven't taught her classes since forever. Plus, it's not like there—

" I said," Chaewon starts, slowly. And now she's really going for it; her strides are dangerously slow, as if she's a predator sizing you up, and her head is cockily tilted to the side. She's finally reached you, and your knees and hers knock into each other.

She kneels.

She places her arms above your lap and looks at you with those wide, fascinating eyes of hers. They look innocent, almost curious as to why you did not understand her inquiry. And it's so strange how hot the whole thing is, with Chaewon on her knees and looking up at you, asking you a completely pure and innocent question, although her body language is saying something else.

Are you even supposed to feel like this?

"Why were you looking at me like that?"

It takes a while for you to answer. "Just thought that..."

" That? " she prompts gently.

"That it was nice seeing you take care of Yeongwon like that. Very nice."

Chaewon smiles. "Of course. It's no problem."

"Yeah," you say, with a deep gulp. "Minju and I appreciate the gesture."

"Is that all you have to say?"

No, you want to answer. No, you want to say how beautiful she is, how bad you wanted her and how you never realized it until you saw her caring for Yeongwon. You want to say how tight and petite she is, and how you want to test out if her smallness can take you on more than you think she can.

But you can't say that. It's wrong. Although the two of you are adults, there's the dynamics to worry about. You are a teacher, and she's a college student. You've known her since she was nineteen and so on. You can't do this.

"Chaewon. This is wrong."

"What is?"

"This!" you say, frustratedly. "This! All this! You trying to seduce me when you know damn well that I have a wife! You wearing that... revealing top and kneeling like that!"

Chaewon laughs in response. Your frustration and fear is just playing into her plan. Even if you had not, she wouldn't care. She may be kind to your kid, but she's still Kim Chaewon.

"There it is again with men like you," she says pitifully, shaking her head with a disapproving tsk. "How is it my fault that you want to fuck me? I'm just doing what I've always done, and now you're here accusing me of something I don't even think of."

"I do not want to fuck you, Chaewon."

"Sure you don't. You shouldn't! Why would a teacher ever want to fuck their student, right?"

She's right. No teacher, even if he and his student are adults and have been when they met, should ever engage in sexual relations. Besides the morality at hand being complicated, there's the job and life to risk. Will you really ruin your life just because of a girl like her?

You wonder at this with hot ears as Chaewon bites her lip and mounts your lap. Her tits are just inches away from your face. You use all your might in not pervertedly looking at them as Chaewon's hands find their long, touch-filled path to your thighs. Her fingers run along your chest and playfully unbutton one circle, making your heart skip three or four beats. Your stomach contracts under her touch.

Your bulge is an embarassingly hypocritical Freudian slip to your previous words. Chaewon doesn't mind at all; in fact, it is what she wants. She palms your erection with her tiny hand, pleasuring its covered tip with how it knocks and rubs against it. Your pants become tighter, but they are not close to Chaewon's tightness.

"Wow, look at you, professor," she says, giggling. "You're so hard for your little naughty student. I thought you said you didn't want to fuck me, hm?"

"Chaewon," you say, in between heavy groans, "I'm married. You can't do this."

"Oh, Minju unnie? I would have wanted her to join us if she were here, but since she's gone, I have you all to myself."

Her words are as haunting as they are tempting. The latter factor weighs heavier with the next, though:

"Come on, touch me, sir. I know you want to."

You give in. Her tiny body fits perfectly in your hands. Her tits are perfect handfuls even from the side. You can feel her abs under the thin gray cloth. She's such a perfect little thing, and you just have to find her slutty cunt beneath that short skirt, as she grinds herself on your knee.

"Mmmm." Chaewon tips her head back and moans. Your fingers play with her clit everytime her hips rise. "That's it. Rub my clit like that."

You do more than what she requests. You lean in to kiss her neck and shoulders. Lick the back of her ear, then bite gently on her earlobe to evoke a louder gasp of pleasure from her. Your fingers swipe at her flint clit through her underwear and tease at her slit.

You leave open-mouthed kisses everywhere, especially on the valleys of her breasts pressed tightly to her bra. Red spots become signs of your actions as they fill her neck and chest. Chaewon is in heaven, gripping the back of your head and moving her hips more urgently.

You can't help but compare her to Minju. Minju's body is more of an hourglass shape while Chaewon's is slim all over. Chaewon's tits, which you have freed from the offending bra and are currently sucking on, are bigger. And her moans... God, dare you say they sound sexier than your wife? Chaewon's sounds of pleasure are stressed and loud, high-pitched through and through, and you find yourself clinging onto her moans as validation in your making out with her body and rubbing her clit.

"Shit... you are such a bad girl, Kim Chaewon," you whisper in her ear. She makes a strangled gasp when you grip her ass tightly, guiding it so her needy pussy grinds along your thigh easily.

"Then punish me, sir." She looks you in the eye and grins challengingly. " Fuck me like you fuck Minju unnie. "

Although you have been comparing her with Minju from the moment she sat on your lap, anger stirs inside you. You grab a fistful of her ebony hair and pull it harshly backwards.

"Never say her name ever again, you got me?"

Instead of contracting the fearful reaction you want, Chaewon scoffs in your face. "Why, professor? Guilty that you let some hot younger girl get you to cheat on your wife? I'll say her name whenever I want."

You slap Chaewon's ass. "See what happens when you say her name again. I dare you."

You should not have said that. You should not have even thought that Chaewon—the rebellious risk-taking bitch you know too well—would have turned down a dare, because now, Chaewon has risen from your lap. She's standing in front of you, hands poised on her hips, with a smug smile.

"I want Minju unnie to watch while you fuck me like an animal," she tells you, each syllable that rolls of her tongue clear as day. "I want her to cry while she watches you ruin me, the very person you did not want in this lame house of yours. I want Minju unnie to leave you, and think about how much better I must be for you to cheat on her."

Your breathing gets heavier and heavier with each statement. How can you fall for a girl like this?

"Then I want Minju unnie to seek me out and fuck me," continues Chaewon. "I want her to fuck me while she slaps me and tells me how worthless I am. I want her to push me to the edge until I ruin her, too. I will—"

You rush at Chaewon. She remains there no matter how close you are now, standing still with that irritating arrogance-filled snicker on her face. Her smile grows bigger as you lift her up and carry her to the bedroom with flash-paced legs. She gasps artificially when you throw her on the bed.

"Ooh, big boy's all tough and angry now," Chaewon continues taunting you. Although she is below you, she will always have the upper hand. You tear away her panties angrily, spread her legs far apart and slap her cunt, but she never stops degrading you. "Ooh, good slap. You'd never dare slap Minju unnie like that, huh? Because you're too much of a coward to even try."

Your jeans are kicked away on the floor with Chaewon's panties. Pull her legs far up into a mating press and stare down menacingly into her eyes. "Kim Chaewon, shut the fuck up."

"Make me."

First pump makes her anything but quiet. Chaewon yelps, her body arcing off the bed. You discover that she's as tight as her body is. Her tiny cunt refuses to let go of your cock without a fight. Her legs quiver in the air like leaves in the wind.

The neckline of Chaewon's top has been tucked beneath her two jiggling breasts. They're perfect to watch while you fuck her, but the real deal here is Chaewon's face as you do it. Her gasping expression followed by a bite of her lower lip causes you to hump her deeper, to find that sweet spot inside her that will show you the fruit of all her weeks trying to make her advances. The fruit of this immorality you've given into.

Grunt as you strengthen the slams of your cock inside her, which add to the violent slapping sounds that overpower her moans. It's becoming painful; your continuous violation of her pussy and the slapping of skin that comes with it makes the bottom of your stomach as red as her face. But it's the pain that heightens and amplifies the experience, along with the knowledge that you shouldn't be doing this at all. Your mind screams a firm no, and your lips do so, too, but instead of refusal, they form Chaewon's name.

"Chaewon!" You pound into her shapely body like there is no tomorrow, like there is no Minju to think of to guilt you.

She, in turn, screams back. Her hands have flown above her, tearing at the sheets Minju had so lovingly folded and crumpling them with her lust and need. "Fuck me, sir! That's more like it! Punish your bratty slut student!"

You truly are feeding in to her plan she has so cleverly created. Though her expressions are wanton and blissful, you know she's simply showing them to purge you on. Sure, they're genuine in some way, but there's a purpose behind them all. The convulsing of her cunt, the screams she pitches, the slutty expressions she forms... you know they are impulsive and manipulative.

But why do you go on pumping? Why do you go on grabbing her legs and forcing them apart? If you are smart enough to know that this is entirely a simulation to force you to obeying her plan, why aren't you smart enough to stop?

No time to wonder, or rather, the heart to. You fill them with the pictures of Chaewon's ahegao, and her cute bouncing tits that jiggle just as much as her thighs. You blind yourself with the sight of Chaewon's pussy being stretched to their limits to take you, and find yourself unsheathing and sheathing your penis faster. Everything about her is made for sex like this, so why not fulfil their purpose?

Chaewon's mouth is a silent cave, except for the seldom gasp of wind. She looks down at the unholy scene of your sexes clashing and your cock making an imprint on her small stomach, and, with her eyes shut tight, finally lets out a cry of pleasure. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum on sir's cock, I'm gonna cum on sir's cock!"

And she does as she says. She squeezes so tightly that your cock feels trapped, and lets out a burst of girl cum. Her wail is stressed by her hands absolutely squeezing the blankets until the cotton beneath their precious fabric stiffens.

You've never, until recently, even thought of Chaewon like this. And now, when she's actually orgasming beneath you, you wonder why you've never done so a lot earlier. Chaewon is beautiful when she cums. Her legs close around your sides although her mind tells her to keep them open to welcome your thrusts. Her stomach tenses deliciously while her lips form a small smile that remains impossibly cute that a small part of you feels sorry for corrupting her.

Huh, cute. That's new. You've never necessarily viewed Chaewon as cute. Her rebellious actions made you paint her into this heartless monster, when really, she can be adorable if she's in this position. You're sure that's the reason a lot of the boys in the lower years like her in the midst of her school violations.

But they will never see her cum like this. They will never see her squirt onto your cock like a notched hose, or hear her scream so loud that it is deafening. They will never see her with her legs lewdly forced in the air or be able to pound her like you just did. Never.

Your orgasm trails behind her and finally arrives in time. You forget about the possibility of her getting pregnant and bury yourself to the hilt. Sperm erupts from your appendage and deep inside Chaewon. And maybe she likes it that way, as much as you do, for her pussy makes sure you drain every bit of yourself in her.

Chaewon gasps continuously. Her sensitive spots adore the twitches of your cock and how the tip is certain to stimulate them. She sees the flash of worry show in your face and she appeases it. "Haah, d-don't worry... I took the pill."

You are relieved, but also sobered to realize that if she did take the pill, she knew exactly what was about to go down in this exact bedroom. She has specifically prepared herself for it. That is unless she is fucking some other guy, too.

You don't have to think of that. You really do not, for Chaewon is suddenly up again. She pushes you to the bed carelessly and she places one leg beside your hip and the second on the other. Her hand wraps itself around your cock and jerks it to full hardness again. It turns you on how small her hand is compared to your girth, yet it still manages to pleasure it plentily. Her thumb thoroughly rubs the stressed cock veins and runs up and down the rim of your cockhead. Her fist is tight when it returns to its normal pumping, and you're so sensitive and overstimulated that you want to plead her to be gentle.

"Fuck, your cock is so big, sir," Chaewon comments. She looks down to admire your size, and spits on it to lube her handjob. "Wonder what it would feel like when I ride it."

She provides the answer to her own wonderings. She's a visual and sensory learner; she discovers that it feels so much bigger and better when she's on top. She stresses this with a whiny gasp, watching as your cock penetrates her from below. Her tiny cunt grips it harshly, and barely lets go when she starts to bounce.

"Oh god, oh fuck—!" Chaewon feels herself while riding, lost in the pleasure derived from your rod. She pinches her round nipple for a while before setting that hand back down to your hip, whose steadiness she takes advantage of to harden the slam of her cunt down on your cock. You aren't going to say it isn't working in spite of her painful determined grip on your hip; it allows your cock to properly and swiftly enter her wetness, as if it were the very thing needed to stop her juices from dripping on the bed.

If it were, it does not work very well. Every plug of your cock only provokes more wetness from the tiny hole. It only makes Chaewon gasp as she bounces faster, touching her body and her breasts to spark more of the pleasure. "Mm... oh! Fuck, pound me, professor! Make me cum!"

Her plead is helpless and needy, and you cannot believe you have actually succeeded in seeing Chaewon this weak and vulnerable. Where is the tough rule-breaker Kim Chaewon of yesterday? Who knew that a good fucking is the solution to her attitude problem?

"So ffffucking tight!" Start to move in unison with Chaewon. You jerk your hips up the best you can to meet Chaewon's bounces, and you both groan in pleasure—you with your guttural voice, and Chaewon with her sweet one and her head leaned back—when you fill her pussy up to her cervix. You've stuffed her poor hole so much now, your dick spreading all the right places and knocking against a rougher patch of nerves further inside. It is supposed to be painful, but it seems like Chaewon thrives and feeds on the pain so much that it distorts into pleasure. She's never taken a cock this big before, and she doesn't think that she shall settle for anything less after this night.

"H-hahh, fuck, s-so big, so big in Chaewon!" Chaewon is a screamer, laying out every blissful sensation running through her body out in the open for everyone to hear. She does not even want to try circling her ass or grinding to test the difference of the sensation; all she wants is to be filled up over and over by you, in this direct and merciless manner.

"You fffucking brat, Chaewon-ah." Back up to the headboard to sit up then seize her by her sides. "If all it took to get you to be a good girl was a good pounding, you should've told me."

As if she were nothing but a toy, you fuck Chaewon up and down your dick, taking over the pace and roughness. And of course, you choose to take her quickly and roughly. Fuck, she clenches even harder this way. Chaewon squeals needily as she is forced to take you from your fat tip to base, without any technique nor proper method.

"I'll always be a g-good girl for sir's cock!" she exclaims. She is given no mercy with the velocity. She is so light that it isn't any trouble at all to manhandle her. "Please fuck your naughty student's pussy, sir! Pound it hard and good, I'm so full—!"

You do. You drill her onto your lap like you have all the time in the world. If you did, you would spend every second fucking Chaewon's petite little body, and use the minutes of exhaustion to finger her till she squirts, just like she did earlier. You are curious about her taste, so you guess you will eat her out as well, suckling on her pearl and dipping your tongue through her folds.

You try to make the most of the time you have in the real world, though. You spit on Chaewon's jiggling tits and suck a nipple fervently. Her sensitivity reaches an all-time high, and she yells blissfully as your tongue laps her sore tits and bites down gently on the brown of her areola. With the harsh way you're feeding on her, you might as well draw milk.

Chaewon pushes your head down on her tit, demanding more. She would have told you with her own words to do so, but her mouth is busy yelling out profanity. Her nails are sharp against your back.

As you spank her round bubble butt and devour her neck like a vampire, you vaguely try to remember when is the last time you had sex this rough and passionate with Minju. It feels like so long ago now. And even back then, if you were to compare it to the present, Chaewon is ten times better, if not the best girl you've fucked.

Each adventure your cock embarks in her pussy is ended with your whole shaft slick with wetness. It is soon flooded completely when Chaewon lets out a cry of ecstasy. Her walls close in on your girth to keep it in place for the shower of cum she initiates. The tightness milks you dry, and all of it goes directly into her warm pussy, making the pink walls white. Your cum collides with hers, ending up splashing all over both of you as the aftermath of a rough night of sex.

Chaewon slumps against you. Whatever strength and energy that are left in her body are too insufficient to make her draw herself away from your cock, which is still fit snugly inside her hole.

You wonder what to do now that the two of you are done fucking. Should you make her leave? Think about what you have done?

Those options seem meaningless. You decide that all you have to do is lay Chaewon down on the wet bed and collapse beside her with an exhausted groan. You are too tired to visualize drawing figures on the ceiling tonight. A few seconds later, you unknowingly doze off to sleep. You dream about Minju crying in her hotel room at Paris. The reason for her sobbing isn't clarified in the dream, but after what you did with Chaewon, you know a possible one.

Six AM brings a ringing from your phone that jolts you awake. Your body is heavy with exhaustion, but you still make an effort to raise your torso from the bed, just enough for you to be able to put an end to the alarm.

The phone is blindingly bright. Squint your eyes to let as little ultraviolet rays pass through their lids, but just wide enough for your eyes to take notice of the day spelled out at the top of your screen. Wait, it's a Sunday! Why did you set an alarm for six when there isn't even class today? You do not even have tutoring sessions!

Then you see a message notification from an unknown number: 12-0801200. Curiosity-impulsed fingers dab on the notification to inspect.

Once it brings you to the conversation log, you almost drop your phone to the ground.

Kim Chaewon: good morning , sir ;)

Here's a picture of your breakfast~

Chaewon is on your kitchen island in the photo she sent after that. Her legs are spread wide open. Her tiny skirt cannot cover her creampied pussy that she flaunts at the camera. She is flashing a wink towards the round camera of her own cellphone as her fingers ghost over her lips painted white.

Arousal and panic merge and spread all over your body. How did Chaewon get your number? Why did she send such a provocative photo to you? You should report this! It's beyond inappropriate! She just—

Wait a minute. Did you...?

Oh.

The memories of last night flash through your mind again: Chaewon screaming as you pound her harshly, her ahegao, and her spraying on your dick. Each one brings more horror to you. You cannot believe what you've done. How did you let yourself give in so easily to temptation?

Your thumbs jam quickly to deliver a message of your own to Chaewon.

You: we need to talk

delete that message right now

We need to put a stop to this

Kim Chaewon: :(

Dont u want to eat your brekkie??

You: You have to stop

You hesitate for a moment, then type anyway.

You: where are you?? We have to talk!

No funny business!

The left-hand side of the screen balloons three impending dots which transform into Chaewon's message.

Kim Chaewon: in the kitchen, waiting for u ;)

You dash to the kitchen as fast as your feet can muster. On the way there, you scold yourself again and again. There isn't a proper insult you can think of that can justify the anger you feel towards your own self. You have let yourself be swayed by some girl who is far too young for you. You have let her become living proof that can be used in future cases against you. It's more than scandalous; it's immoral. It's sinful. If anybody knew about this, your life will be ruined permanently.

And if Minju knew about this...

Your heart breaks. You can't believe you've done this to her. Your sweet, sweet Minju who has always been good and kind to you and Yeongwon. Your sweet Minju who loves you so purely and innocently that she might not even let her mind touch on the insecurity that you might cheat on her. Your sweet Minju who, because of your own carelessness and the girl laid before you on the table, can no longer be called yours.

Chaewon has evidently been waiting for you. She's poised on the table in the same top and skirt as last night. She is grinning happily at you, too, as if this is nothing out of the ordinary, for her to sit on your dining table with her legs spread and breasts shown.

"Good morning, sir," she says. "Yeongwon's fast asleep. What do you say we go for another—"

Before you can stop yourself, you've grabbed Chaewon by the shoulders and shaken her. Her surprised eyes reflect your angry and panicked self.

"How dare you even say that?" you ask furiously. "You fucking seduced me! You made me cheat on my wife!"

Chaewon is stunned for a while. Her eyes are large with shock that you have actually worked the nerve to have shaken her, but then she remembers: she's Kim Chaewon. You... you're nothing but the ground beneath her feet.

"Oh, wow, are we back at the fucking guidance office, professor?" Chaewon recovers from her surprised state with a dismissive scoff. "Chaewon's fault is this, Chaewon's fault is that... God, have any of you old fucks ever tried accountability?"

That insult targeting your age is one you easily breeze through, but the accountability thing... that is absolute bullshit. Sure, you fucked her with gusto the night before, but let's not forget that she was the one who made her advances towards you. What were you supposed to do with Minju gone and your head dizzy with the aftermath of a temporary crush on your student?

"What the fuck do you mean with your accountability bullcrap?" you roar. " You came into my home! You decided that you wanted to fuck me!"

"And you let me," chimes in Chaewon cheerfully. As she states her sentence more, her sweet smile dissolves. "Minju unnie was gone for the weekend and you decided to pervert on poor little Chaewonie who only wanted to babysit your kid. It isn't my fault your embarrassment of a dick can't take a day's worth of no pussy! "

Her smile starts out sweet and playful and changes to an expression mirroring your own at the end of her shouted sentence. She has stopped feigning innocence. Her true self has jumped out and it isn't going to hide soon.

You do not know what is more painful: you cheating on Minju or the fact that you actually let yourself believe that Chaewon was going to change. You see now that although her beauty is undeniable, so are her ugly intentions and attitude. Why did you let yourself be played when you know her so well? Why did you ruin your job and your life?

Well, you reconsider the job and life part. No one knows that you and Chaewon had sex. You let yourself calm down on that part. But just a few seconds after you decide to settle down, Chaewon pipes up with a revelation that makes your blood run hot and cold:

"I recorded your screaming by the way, and took our photos. I sent them all to Minju unnie and Professor Lee."

Your heart stops. The dread starts to grip you with its merciless fist and squeeze you to breathlessness. You don't dare question if she actually did it; she found out your number, for god's sake. Her finding out about Minju's and the prefect's are two instances that are very possible.

Chaewon shoves her phone in your face. You see the messages she sent to Minju and Professor Lee: voice recordings of you screaming your head off at her, and photos of you and Chaewon snuggled tight the night before. She even had the audacity to add nudes of her thoroughly painted pussy.

And Minju's responses... you start to break down into tears. You can feel the shock and anger from her even countries away. It breaks your heart to know that she trusts you so much, and now that solid trust has finally broken. You read the messages of her taking Yeongwon with her, and only cry more.

You have no one else to blame for this but yourself. If you followed your gut and never let Chaewon into your home, you would still be able to meet Minju with a smile. You would still be able to see Yeongwon. But you've traded in all that for a night of passion that is anything but permanent. There is no strings attached with Chaewon. She has nothing to lose while you have everything. The court and school are sure to take her side.

Chaewon watches you sob yourself dumb on the floor. There is not one fragment of pity or regret written on her beautiful face. This is what she has planned after all. She has gotten what she wanted, and after that, there is nothing but satisfaction in store for her.

"And I guess you can call it even."

Lift your head from your hands and turn to her with a glare blurred by your tears. "What the fuck about this is even? You ruined my marriage, Chaewon!"

"But you wanted me to, didn't you?" She inquires you with a raise of her eyebrows.

You roll your eyes at her and sniffle, wiping your cheeks dry the best you can because deep down inside, in your heart of hearts, you know that she's right.

But you can't blame this all on yourself. You were manipulated. You were made a victim by the girl you had sworn you would never be one to. She targeted you because even if you don't talk about it, she knows your weaknesses and knows the right time to strike. And when the first blow hit, you just had to accept it.

Now, as you watch Chaewon emotionlessly witnessing you cry after she ruined your life with just a simple "send" button, you realize that nothing matters. You just want revenge.

You want to take revenge on the girl who ruined your life.

You stand up, slowly, hands shaking like your voice when you say: "Open your legs."

"Funny that you decide only now that you want to fuck me," Chaewon says mockingly. "Got over the consequences of your own actions already? Or—"

Fuck it. If she doesn't want to spread her legs, you'll do it for her your-damn-self.

You seize Chaewon's legs and push them apart. Not caring if it results in pain, you lean in and eat her out. No playful licking to initiate, no sucking. You dice in straight to tongue-fucking her hole the way you wanted to the night before because fuck it. Your life is already broken. Might as well do what you want.

Chaewon tastes exquisite. You will never understand how such a rough and terrible girl can taste this good. Place your hands on the underside of each supple thigh to lick a stripe of saliva from the end of her slit to her clitoris repeatedly. Chaewon cries out. The sharp licks at her nub just brews more heat inside her being. And she knows that you are aware of that, which is why you continue giving her merciless licks and laps.

"Fuck, so good!"

Chaewon's hole twitches with the wind. You blow on it, making her legs strain to close, but you block them with your head as you eat her out again. It's messy and sloppy; your open-mouthed kisses on her clit are accompanied with your fingers swiftly entering her. Chaewon's quivering screams are drawn out by their pumps and their fingertips scratching her G-spot. Your fingers are already slick.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Finger me just like that!" Chaewon pleads. You hate how your form of revenge still benefits her carnal needs. Isn't revenge supposed to be a one-sided thing? Something that only brings good to you?

But then you remember: whatever you do is a component to playing into her plan.

It makes you angry, but how can you stop when she tastes so good? You even furiously pull her legs closer so that you can taste her better. You wildly wiggle your tongue and thumb her clit, and Chaewon becomes even more worked up, clenching down on your pink busy muscle and screaming. You can feel her walls loosen and clench again rhythmically on your tongue, as if they could not decide if they'd rather keep it inside or let it go.

Still, your technique of gliding the tip of your tongue harshly against the upper wall of her cunt and stimulating her clit remains steadfast. Chaewon is beginning to whimper. Will you have the good sense to slow down the rubbing on her clit so she can take this orgasm? She wishes you do, but you just keep licking and lapping. The wiggling of your tongue slides against all the orgasmic spots that she feels the knot tense in her stomach.

"Fuck, you really like your breakfast, d-don't you?" Chaewon tries to maintain her bad girl façade, but it is close to gone now, just like the length to the destination of her orgasm. She feels it pulse in her clit and she screams again. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna—too much!"

You are smart to close your eyes. Chaewon is both a screamer and a squirter. Almost all of your face is wet from her cum. But you do not take that as a sign to stop. You haven't finished your breakfast yet!

You've licked her pussy clean from juices. Now, you have to actually take a bite of your breakfast. You tease your teeth around her clit as you bump it with your tongue. Chaewon's legs are flailing around wildly, but you keep them in their place. She wanted this, and you are giving it to her. It is simply a matter of eye for eye, orgasm for orgasm. You are treating her with the same logic as she did you.

It's her fault for screaming like that. For having such delicious and pretty whines that you want to eat more of her. For having such a beautiful voice that sounds better when she's moaning.

It's her fault for being so damn tempting that you start to like her more than you do Minju. It's her fault for being younger and prettier and more attractive that you do not even have to play your cards right to have a taste of her.

It's her fault. It's all her fault.

Then...

" Please, sir."

The girl who has ruined your life and others' is begging. Begging. She looks down at you, face red and eyes filled with tears. You smile; you've pushed her to her limit. She is going to ask you to stop. She will—

"More, sir, please. Please eat your bad student out."

You are stunned. Again and again you have been fooled by Chaewon. No matter how many times you think you finally have the upper hand after fighting for it hard, it always ends up being hers.

Chaewon knows you know this. Her smile says it all. She knows all the right words to rile you up, all the right movements. She is so much deception personified that you wonder if any of this was real. Had she been faking orgasms as well as her actions?

The tears rush to your eyes. You have reached an all-time low. Chaewon may be more exciting, but at least Minju actually cares for you. Your heart hurts even more at remembering you should be using the past tense, as your past actions have affected what she would have felt now. You are not a man at all. You're nothing but a masochistic toy for Chaewon to use and play for orgasms and outbursts.

Her cum is almost as abundant as your tears. God, how did your life get like this? you wonder, as your mouth instinctively drinks her up. How did you fall for a girl who doesn't care about you at all?

More importantly, how did you let yourself get to this point?

Those are questions best answered at a later time. You still have to finish eating your breakfast.

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