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Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 1

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months.

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 14 minutes

Y/n was looking at all of her things, piled ones among the others, at one of the corners of Lizzie's guest room. All her life, ever since she decided to move to the big city, were inside those bags and the three boxes she carried all the way from Abbey Wood to Fitzrovia.

Three weeks back, everything she carried inside was well displayed and placed in the house she shared with Andrew, a place his parents bought for him so he'd have somewhere to settle and start his family -a family that she thought they'd start together when he asked her to move in three years into their relationship. With every day that passed, a future with him seemed to be closer and brighter, and the sound of giggles and small feet running around the house kept sounding louder. She didn't think that she'd hear those giggles and smiles so soon, nor that they'd belong to her -then- boyfriend and the waitress of a restaurant they kept going to -with the excuse of the chicken being extremely good to go somewhere else.

Disappointment and sadness were soon replaced by rage when she remembered exactly when she found them out, and how she was dying to run back home because one of the projects she had been working hard for was handed to someone else instead of her. She ran back to their shared place, looking for comfort and peace, and instead she found betrayal and... mess. All she could see was the dust that her whole life falling to pieces was creating all in front of her eyes, as she fought her need to cry.

—It's not what it seems —he yelled—. I didn't expect you to be so early.

Yeah, because she was actually convinced she'd spend the night celebrating the new work with her new team, instead of running to the earliest bus stop that'd get her back home to such a horrible scene.

Of course she was the one to blame for being early, and not him for being a cheating bastard.

She had dealt with all of his flaws for the past four years because she loved him. Every time he avoided going to one of her business dinners because he didn't think he'd be useful there, she let it pass. Every time he changed their romantic dinners to meet with his parents, she agreed to it. Every time she mentioned a future together and he dodged the conversation, she excused it with how young they were. They were still twenty five, there was no point in rushing it. But reality hit her that day. He was never planning on a future with her. At least, not a serious one. He kept her around because she just allowed him to do everything he wanted, with no questions or doubts from her side.

She kept eating all of her feelings and thoughts, because she thought a relationship was all about sacrifices and seeing the person you love happy. But if that was the way she was going to be repaid, she didn't want any of it anymore.

She stopped dreaming of a happy married life, she stopped looking forward to forming a family, and she was almost going to accept that she'd be stuck in that job position with shitty tasks that didn't require her brain to work too hard, for the rest of her life.

All effort has its reward? Fuck whoever said that, because clearly it wasn't the case for her.

She wiped the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks, moving the reverse of her hand over her skin. Angry at Andrew, angry at her company, and especially angry at herself. Because it was her decisions that brought her where she was in that moment.

Interrupting her internal rant, Lizzie knocked on the door, and after all she got was silence from the inside, she opened it carefully. She silently sneaked in and sat next to her friend, not saying a word, just trying to comfort her with her presence and a hand rubbing her shoulder.

—What did I do wrong? —she sobbed, trying to breathe deeply to stop her own tears— What was my mistake?

—You did nothing wrong —she assured her—. You were always too good for that asshole.

Despite being cordial around him, Y/n could tell how little Lizzie liked Andrew. It was on the way she looked at him after he dropped one of his dumb comments about Y/n's work, or how she'd look at him whenever he left the place they were all in. It was even in the huffs when her friend mentioned how she got a simple text from her boyfriend.

—I gave him four years of my life —she kept ranting—. I was even willing to give up on my job because I thought the problem was on me spending too much time out. And he did that shit.

Lizzie wrapped her arms around her, letting Y/n's head rest on her shoulder while she was encouraged to cry hard, to let out everything she had inside.

She remembered how she had to convince her on keeping the job when she showed up at the pub with puffy eyes, how she spent hours trying to get inside her friend's head that the problem with her boyfriend wasn't on the eight hours she spent working, or on those day long trips she sometimes had to make to visit some potential clients. The problem was on the person her friend had chosen to spend four years of her life with.

—You'll get over this —she assured her—. You'll get out of this stronger than before, and you'll meet someone that...

But Y/n caught her off, raising her head to look into her friend's eye while shaking her head constantly.

—No —she answered—. Maybe all of this is a sign on how I'll end up dying alone —she mumbled.

She knew she was only saying that because she was hurt at that moment, but what could she tell her? That she was wrong? That she'd have to eat her words when she crossed paths with the right person? She was there to cheer up her friend, not to create a dumb argument over something that didn't worth it.

Lizzie thought her friend was only saying anything that came to her mind at that point, but Y/n genuinely meant it. Going through all of that heartbreak, she realized she didn't know who she actually was, she lost the essence she had when she first stepped in college, before meeting Andrew. Thinking of love, after she had been so sure of it, was such a scary thought during that time.

—I actually came because I think I have good news for you —Lizzie finally said.

The light weight on her shoulder disappeared as Y/n lifted her head to look at her friend with a confused look. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, wondering what could be those news about and hoping it wasn't something that could dig her hole deeper on the ground.

—You know we're all the time receiving job offers, right?

Lizzie was working in one of those temporary employment agencies, and she usually came up to her and their other friends about curiosities on those companies or the vacancies they were offering. In general, it was information that floated in the air when they entered the topic of their different companies, which directly connected to badmouthing their bosses and their inability to lead a team properly, or the entitlement that came so naturally from some customers.

—I received one that's exactly what you've been looking for.

Whenever there was a vacancy as an assistant of any kind, or administrative, Lizzie always had her friend as the first candidate that would pop up in her head. At some point, it even turned into an involuntary action to attach her friend's resume along with several others that showed interest in the offer.

—A CEO is looking for an Executive Assistant that could help support him on his daily tasks.

Y/n's lips were puckered as she sat straight on the bed, moving the reverse of her hand over her cheeks to wipe the dry tears left on her skin.

The news was nothing new. Her friend always came with her with that type of opportunity, that always ended up with her not being called, or being rejected after the first interview.

—Guess where?

—Can't you just say what's so special about it? —Y/n tilted her head, lacking so much energy she thought her body would be knocked out at any given point.

—It's in Korea. Usually we only receive offers from companies in Europe, and most of them are based in England. It was weird, but I instantly thought of you when I saw it.

Which was a surprise to no one. Her friends had known her long enough to know that anything related to South Korea was a soft spot for her. That was what happened when she started showing a little too much attention to those groups and short dramas. It was also that made her an easy birthday girl, her friends always knew what to get her -or, at least, always got a close idea of what she wanted.

—Good, I guess —she shrugged.

—You don't understand it, don't you? —her friend sighed— You should apply for it.

—Apply for it? —Y/n calmly asked— For a job in Korea? —Lizzie nodded at her questions, making it clear that was exactly what she meant— I don't even speak Korean, at least not further than those random Duolingo sentences and some random words that got to me.

—Always so pessimistic —Lizzie huffed—. What's that thing that will get you to find a job?

—Good network? —Y/n answered, as if it were obvious.

—The attitude, dumbass —she sighed, throwing her head back as she stood up—. You don't speak Korean well, but with the attitude they won't even notice.

—I really want whatever it is you smoke —she rolled her eyes—. You do realize that, as much as I go there with the best of the attitudes, they'll notice the small detail that I don't speak their language. You know, which is quite a vital detail if I'm going to work as an assistant for a Korean man… in Korea.

—Just leave that up to me.

—Last time you said that I almost ended up milking cows' tits.

—I still don't understand why you didn't go —she muttered, getting up from the bed.

—You don't understand?

—Look —Lizzie interrupted her—, let's fill up your resume a tiny bit, enough to get their attention. A bit of Korean, a bit of Japanese, a bit of Chinese...

—Liz, seriously... —she tried to get her friend to stop.

—They'll likely reject you, yes. But what if they tell you Korean isn't mandatory?

—Are you even hearing what you're saying?

Yes, and she was also aware that Korean was indeed a mandatory bullet point on the petition for the first filter. But Y/n had lost so much self-esteem during those three weeks, with her ex boyfriend and her repetitive job, that Lizzie thought something new and out of her routine would help her break out of that toxic cycle she had been in.

It was going to be a little distraction.

—Let's do this —she insisted—. We'll do what I tell you, and if they call you for an interview, you go. Enjoy it, have fun, have a first touch out of that shitty job you have, and come back to me when it's over.

—It's not going to work out.

—Y/n, you're a strong and smart ass woman, completely capable of doing whatever you have to do. You're able to learn new things by just observing for five minutes. You think a random person with four years in administration and a high level in Korea has that same skill?

—Actually...

—Shh, I'm speaking —she cut her off—. You can do everything you propose to do. Language should not be a barrier for your dreams.

—Perfect —Y/n finally nodded—. Really beautiful speech, but I'm not going to do it. Don't do anything with my resume, and don't send it.

At the same time Lizzie was nodding, pressing her lips together in fake annoyance, her brain was already working on what she was going to write down on her resume, and how she was going to place it to make it as interesting and tempting as possible.

San rested his head over the backrest of the long dark purple couch, trying to relax and disconnect from the long day that had been. Ever since Younsik left, all the work had seemed harder and bigger than before -maybe because, all of his usual tasks, were also added with the management of his own agenda, and having to answer calls and emails that before he didn't have to answer.

The air felt heavy in that wide room. The smell of sex and vice was so evident that he didn't need to look behind some of the curtains to know what was going on. Actually, some drowned moans and constant gasps made him completely aware of what was going on. He smirked, after he started to hear those familiar clapping sounds out of nowhere, tilting his head while he made his way to one of the doors.

The show was about to start, and he was actually curious on who'd earned that spot in the middle of the rounded bed, in between all those crystal bars that separated the viewers from those who were going to put on a show for them.

The lights turned off for those who were sitting on the leather chairs, and turned on for those who were behind all those bars. His mouth twisted in disappointment when he saw that they went straight to action. No foreplay, no teasing... He guessed they had gotten each other heated up enough to do it there in front of everyone. But still, it was disappointing.

The few times he had been on that stage, he made sure to put on a good show, acting as if nobody else was watching them, letting his deepest and filthiest ideas come to life every single time. But that was when he still had a partner he could do that with.

It wasn't like Hyori was a stable partner for him, but she for sure was someone he trusted and someone that understood what he liked. He kind of missed her, or at least he missed the connection and compenetration they two had while they were still fuck buddies -or whatever the hell they were. Despite that, he was still glad she found happiness in someone who actually fell for her and wanted her in every aspect of his life. At least that was what it seemed at their wedding.

Resting his back on the couch, he didn't take long to feel a pair of hands moving mischievously from his shoulder to his chest, attempting to go lower before they were stopped by his thick fingers around her wrists.

—San, c'mon on —the female voice begged behind him.

He tried his best at not rolling his eyes when he heard her voice. She always insisted, and she always got the exact same answer. But Misuk seemed determined on taking Hyori's place, even if he wasn't looking for someone to take that spot. Not because he thought of his past partner as someone important, but because he thought it was deeper than filling an empty spot. He wasn't looking for someone to be the exact same way as Hyori, or to do the exact same things. He wasn't even looking for the exact same type of connection. Because, if there was something that moved him constantly, it was the new experiences.

It had to be natural, primitive even... It was either that, or he'd rather be by himself.

Misuk understood his grip as another rejection, not needing to hear a word from him before she moved her hands away and walked a few seats behind him to look for someone else that'd pay attention to her.

When San focused again on the bed, and realized a second man joined the show, he couldn't avoid tilting his head and moving uncomfortably on his seat. Understanding that the show was taking a route he didn't like, he stood up and headed outside.

It was ironic, because he would love to share his partner's pleasure with the public inside that room, he'd test any limits that there existed, but sharing said person with someone else? He had to draw the line there.

After getting back all of his things, he was able to see the two missing calls from Wooyoung, clicking his tongue at the insistence of his friend, after being quite sure of why he was calling him.

—I've arrived well. Thanks for worrying —San rolled his eyes at the complaining tone—. Tomorrow I'll check the first filter and I'll start calling candidates for the interviews throughout the week.

He had tried to be the one in charge of picking up his own assistant, he had tried so hard, but he found himself way too exigent, maybe asking a little bit too much out of people. At the minimum wrong gesture, or weird tone on their speech, and San was already crossing their names off the list.

That was why he had asked Wooyoung to take the lead on the few candidates that also applied for the vacancy.

After almost making one of the candidates cry by his harsh words, San chose it was a better idea for his friend to take the lead on that matter. At the end of the day, he'd never pick up someone that didn't know how to work and also didn't give a good image.

Most of their selection process had been based in Seoul, with clearly no luck. Shortly after, Wooyoung suggested opening up to different locations, receiving offers from different parts in Asia, and randomly receiving others from other sides of the world. He kept insisting it was a good idea to hire well-positioned temporary employment agencies, to attract the attention from different people that could be interested. And after his idea did indeed work, and he started arranging interviews through Zoom and Meet, he ended up taking the bright decision of moving to some locations to hold those interviews in person.

He could only hope his friend used his sixth sense well, and picked up someone that could keep up with his lifestyle and the way he worked.

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