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Ryu Si-Oh/Kang Nam-Soon one-shot
Background: I'm working on a sort-of alternate universe series for Strong Girl Nam-Soon; where the main couple is Ryu Si-Oh and Kang Nam-Soon, and it revolves around Nam-Soon's life and Si-Oh's redemption. For some reason, it's harder for me to start at the beginning and write chronologically so until I figure out how I want things to begin in this AU, I'll just post the cute/fluffy one-shots that pop into my head.
Prompt: Nam-Soon wins a bet.
Nam-Soon didn't even try to conceal the teasing grin that stretched across her face as she approached Si-Oh. She began to dance, moving her body joyfully and shimmy-ing her shoulders as she lightly sang the tune of Gangnam Style.
Si-Oh watched her approach with an indulgent curl of his lips, tipping his head back to stare at the blue sky above as she drew closer. Only looking back down when she hopped with both feet to stand at attention in front of him, staring up at him triumphantly.
"Shall we?" He gestured for her to walk in front of him towards the company car, but she stayed stubbornly planted before him.
"Not until I hear you say it." She slyly replied.
Si-Oh sighed, experiencing an odd mixture of both annoyance and affection towards his pint-sized assistant. Normally such insolence would have lit a fire in his gullet, triggering a defensive response that demanded he crush whoever had the arrogance to challenge him. But coming from her, with her sparkling eyes and infectious smile ... he found himself basking in the warmth of her camaraderie.
"Ah, yes. You were correct, I concede defeat."
Her chin lifted proudly, as she reached up with one hand to flip her long hair over her shoulder. "Thank you, thank you. Naturally, I deserve a prize for this display of business prowess. What are you willing to give me as a reward?" Her tone was light and unserious, her face open and happy.
The question from anyone else would have had him tensing in preparation for conflict. From her, he only felt what most people must mean when they refer to getting butterflies. The answer left his lips before he consciously made the decision to reply ...
"Anything."
Nam-Soon's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Anything?" She repeated in question.
Si-Oh nodded definitively, before voicing his confirmation. "Anything."
"Hmm..." She pondered aloud, raising a delicate finger to tap at her chin, and squinting her eyes dramatically. "That is quite the invitation. I'll have to think on it carefully. An opportunity like this shouldn't be wasted, you know." She chirped pertly, before turning on her heel and beginning to stride towards the car. He followed at a more leisurely pace, keeping his strides shorter to match her shorter legs.
"Should I be worried?" He volleyed back, fully knowing he needn't worry at all.
"Oh yes," she said sunnily as the driver opened the side door for her to climb in. She peeked back at Si-Oh from over her shoulder, taunting him in a comedic timbre "Be afraid, be very afraaaiidd..." her voice pealing off into silly laughter as she climbed into the dark vehicle.
Si-Oh found himself smiling once again as he seated himself next to her. It seemed to be happening more often the more time he spent with Nam-Soon. He was both curious and intrigued by the development. He didn't know necessarily what it was about her that drew him, like a moth to a flame. All he knew was that the more time he spent in her presence, the more the cold, dark spaces inside of him seemed to shrink. He wanted more. No. He *craved* more, more than any drug he'd ever used. Being near her was like being injected with pure light, concentrated sunshine. And for a man like him, who had been denied every affection and comfort since he was a child ... he was helpless to resist her.
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nerdofthecentrey · 4 months
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I’m Sorry | So Mun x Reader
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Genre: Angst, Fluff.
Warning: Violence, Normal Uncanny Counter Stuff
Summary: You and So Mun have been dating for a good while. But Recently he’s be acting stranger and stranger. Randomly running away during dates. You didn’t really believe his whole super hero story. Finally your fed up with it and want the truth.
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Super hero’s don’t exist. Even when your boyfriend started walking and beating up bullies you didn’t believe it. You weren’t gonna lie you were beyond happy when Mun dropped his cane and started walking in front of you. You practically takled him to the ground sobbing tears of joy. Remembering how you felt when you first saw him walking to class in 9th grade. You immediately developed a crush on him. You were always gentle with him. You were constantly scared he was gonna brake. You took care of him always slowing your pase to walk right by his side. Yelling at people who just so happen to say some rude shit. You even became close to Im Ju-Yeon and Kim Ung-Min. You protected them as well as you could. You wouldn’t take shit from anyone even when it caused you to get hurt. You would walk with Mun to his house , caring his bag if need be. He always told you how he wasn’t a baby but you didn’t care. You were gonna take of him till the day god took you both apart.
Then he started getting into fights for good reason. Rumors started spreading about how Mun was kicking ass almost everyday. You would try to meet him during lunch to talk but he wouldn’t be there. You would listen to the stories from his two best friends not knowing what to think. Then came the rumors after the huge fight Mun had. Rumors of him being a heir. He denied them up and down. But you didn’t know what to think.
Now Mun and you are out on a date another date where he promised to make up for the last one he had run off during. You walked side by side down the softly lit street eating vanilla ice cream. You laughed telling stories till he got a call. He stepped off to the side talking intensely on the phone. Mun walked back with a fast pase, headphone in his ear, yet a sorry look in his eyes.
“ Let me guess. You have to go?” You say. Mun nodded slowly.
“ I’m sorry but I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He turned to walk away but you catch his hand.
“ No way. This was spoused to be you making it up to me. What is going on, Mun..?” You ask him softly. “ And I want the truth. Your not a superhero. I love you but I’m not believing that.”
“ You know I can’t tell you that-“
“ Then what can you tell me! I’m tired of you running off everytime we have a short second together. You won’t tell me anything. I feel like..” You hesitate.
“ I feel like I’m not important to you anymore.”
Mun’s eyes widen he shakes his head, “ That’s not true. I just..we have to talk later I’m sorry.” With he ran away. There is no way you were accepting that. You were gonna get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing you did. You started running after him but he was moving 5 times faster. Luckily for you some old guy was passing by.
“ Can I borrow this like now please?!” You grab onto his bike. He just shrugs and gets off.
You follow your boyfriend in the distance practically yards behind him till you arrive at some rundown warehouse. You drop the bike looking around casually you catch a glimpse of red headed into the side of the building so you follow. You can’t help the uneasy feeling in your stomach but you ignore it for the sake of Mun.
The warehouse couldn’t look anymore rundown it was practically a maze stepping inside. large metal shelves with dark molding boxes. You pulled out your phone flash light making your way around the place you can’t help but whisper Mun’s name. Scared of who could be here.
“ I’m gonna kill you. And that will be that.” A male voice hisses. You cover your flashlight right away. Spearing threw the boxes your eyes immediately fall to the man standing over woman who cried. Your stomach was doing flips over the vibe you get from this man.
“ They will find you. Your not gonna get away with this.” She shouted.
“ Just shut up.” He smacked her across the face so roughly she went sliding across the floor. You knew your couldn’t just stand and watch. Or she was gonna die. But you weren’t dumb you grabbed the pipe that was sitting next to your feet. Watching as the man turned his back to you.
You took that as your time hitting him in the back of his head following all the way through. He let out a yell tumbling to the floor. He let out harsh curse words holding his head.
“ Come on.” You say to the woman helping her to her feet pulling her back the way you came. Luckily the woman wasn’t badly hurt so she could run with you. Finding the exit was rough but quick. You ran through the fields outside of warehouse when a metal plate was thrown at your back sending you flying towards the ground. The sharp pain caused you to wheeze you saw the man standing far away from you. You wondered how he could throw something so hard from that far.
“ Ma’am..” You whispered. The woman was staring at the man with scared eyes. It looked like she wanted to run and not come back. But she put herself in front of you.
“ Stay away..” She said softly. Then shouting. “ Go away!”
The man’s lips turned upwards into a sinister smile. “ Hope is a pitiful thing.” He hissed run towards you and the woman.
“ Run.” You tell her as loud as you can.
“ No I can’t. I won’t leave you. Not after what you did.-“ She grabbed you from off the ground pulling you into her side. You tried hard to breath but it hurt like hell to do so. Like their was pins staving your back.
“ Hey!” A voice shouted. It was you boyfriend. You watched as her slammed the man to the ground with inhuman agility. You and the woman just watched as three others showed up. Mun gave the man a hard punch for standing up. To which a young woman took over. Mun jogged over to you worry in his eyes.
“ Are you okay?” He asked going to reach out to you.
“ Noway! Mun, what the hell was that?” You say as loud as you can do him.
“ Y/N, It’s not important. Your hurt.” His eyebrows furrowed together.
“ It is important. I’m so beyond confused.” You eyes start to water tears fall down your face. An older woman in a red jumpsuit comes up to you. She gives you a warm smile which somehow makes you feel more calm. You let her get close just like that you were out.
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When you awoke it seemed as if you were in a cafe. You slowly went to sit up your body feeling droopy yet you were okay. The burning pain you had felt now gone.
Mun’s head appeared over you. His hands meeting yours right away. You snatch them back immediately standing on the opposite side of the table from him. The rest of the people you saw at the warehouse stood a couple feet behind Mun. You looked at your boyfriend with a look of confusion and fear. The person you though you knew you infact didn’t know at all.
“ What was that, Mun?!” You ask him.
“ It’s complicated.” He whispered. “ I never meant for it to get this far. Or for you to get hurt.”
You could hear the way his voice broke. “ Are you gonna me tell me?”
He shook his head, “ I can’t. I’m sorry I can’t.” He cried tears dropped down his face.
You could feel yourself getting choked up just seeing him like this, yet you didn’t know what to say. This was dangerous and he refused to tell you anything.
“ Mun..” You whispered. The older woman stepped forward giving him a look. Just like that your night was gone. Everything you had just learned about your boyfriend was no longer there. You were back to feeling lost and in the dark. Mun felt terrible, this felt worse than lying. Erasing your memory felt so shameful to him but it was for your own good.
And that’s that.
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A/N: Happy Holidays guys, Here’s a draft I started late summer. Sorry I haven’t been active like at all 😔. I’ve super caught up in school and everything I’ve had a lot to do. I should have more free time in January to get things done. I see the request in my inbox I’ll be getting to those as soon as I can. Enjoy yourself ❤️💚💙!!!
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willievermakeithome · 4 months
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lol can someone just compile all the scenes between Nam Soon and Shi Oh from Strong Girl Namsoon (into a youtube video or something)? Asking for research purposes haha
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love-me-a-lotta-whump · 9 months
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The Guinea Pig Delivery Driver - Black Knight Fanfiction
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Whumpees: (GIF above) 5-8 played by (Kim Woo Bin) and (Yoon Sa Wol) played by (Kang Yoo Seok)
Synopsis: After the fall of Cheonmyeong Group and the slow rebuild of Korea’s entire social and physical structures, it wasn’t surprising that there were days and sometimes weeks where the delivery drivers were taskless and bored.
This was one of those weeks. Or at least- it started off that way.
Maturity Rating: Both the drama and this fic are rated 15+
Words: 2,875
Chapter: 1/?
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Kidnapping, Torture, Drugged, Self Sacrifice
MDL link for more information on the drama, itself
AO3 >>> [LINK] -=+=- FanFiction.net >>> [LINK]
NOTE: I will no longer be uploading on FanFiction.net but will continue using AO3. Ty!
After the fall of Cheonmyeong Group and the slow rebuild of Korea’s entire social and physical structures, it wasn’t surprising that there were days and sometimes weeks where the delivery drivers were taskless and bored.
This was one of those weeks. Or at least- it started off that way.
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Sa Wol and 5-8 had been sparring daily. Multiple times a day. With the delivery truck robberies worsening, it was beneficial to keep up their fighting skills. Due to the country’s restructuring, law enforcement had been stretched paper thin. Because of that, the authorities weren’t doing much about delivery truck robberies. The drivers didn’t mind much at first given that they were already trained to handle these things but the robbers became bolder with every passing day. With no threat of legal action, they would take advantage of drivers. They were beaten within an inch of their lives if they couldn’t fight. They were often kidnapped and never seen again if they couldn’t stay in or get back in their trucks. 5-8 couldn’t let that happen to Sa Wol or… 5-7.
“Hyung, how many do you think I’ve fought before?” Sa Wol dodged a punch, throwing one of his own. It was a damn near daily occurrence for him to ask stupid questions.
“At once or in total?” 5-8 dodged Sa Wol’s fist, backing up towards the ropes in their wrestling ring.
“You know what? Both.”
“Why would I know that?”
“You could guess.” Sa Wol pouted as he was pinned to the ground. It was the third time that day.
“I won’t.”
The two decided to call it for the day, grabbing waters before heading out.
“Wanna hang at my place? We can order in.”
“How about tomorrow night after deliveries?” As much as 5-8 hated to admit it, he enjoyed the happiness on Sa Wol’s face after saying it. It was annoying that he actually liked him. He wasn’t sure how it was possible, though, given how annoying he could be. Damn kid was making his heart all mushy and soft.
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Sa Wol couldn’t help but speed through his deliveries for the day. While there weren’t many, he’d still gotten finished with his workload faster than he thought he would. It was good, though. He needed to clean his place up a little bit before 5-8 came over.
He hopped back into his truck, quickly typing into his screen to start his final delivery of his shift.
“Now to 42, Hangang-daero. Final delivery.” The calm and warm voice of the woman in the GPS rang through the truck’s speakers.
Half way through his drive, he noticed some truck robbers on the side of the road. He quickly pressed on the gas to pass them before they could do anything. He sped past the group, eyeing them in his rear view mirrors to be sure he was in the clear.
He was not.
“What the hell?” He pressed harder on the gas, the screaming engine, the soundtrack to the chase scene playing behind him. He watched as the robbers slowly caught up to his truck, jumping onto it one by one. “There’s no way. They shouldn’t be able to catch up at the speeds I’m doing.”
He tried the maneuver techniques 5-8 showed him the week prior. Luckily a few were falling off but some wouldn’t. That wasn’t the worst part. Some of the ones who fell off quickly got back up and were right back to his truck in no time.
“There’s no way! What the fuck?!” He tried his maneuvers again but with no luck. How were these people falling from a truck going at insane speeds just to get right back up and get on the truck? Why were their arms not broken? Not even a leg? Shit did they at least have a scraped knee? What was going on?
The closer they got to the cab, the more the panic started to set in. These weren’t just your everyday robbers. These guys were on something. He sorta remembered the other delivery drivers talking about a new drug on the market but sometimes they’d exclude him from conversations like that if 5-8 wasn’t there to make them involve him so he wasn’t really sure if that’s what this was.
He switched his gaze frequently between the desert and the robbers on his truck. They made it to the cab. Shit. He watched as they blew three of his tires out. The truck’s alarms went off, the ABS light was the last thing he saw before the truck flipped. Luckily he was strapped in so all he had to do was unbuckle himself and allow himself to fall to the ground or better yet… the driver’s side door. His heart rate spiked and adrenaline flowed like a broken dam while the robbers surrounded the truck. He backed as far away from the windshield as he could. He fumbled through his pockets, finally grabbing his phone.
It works!
He quickly pulled up 5-8’s contact, calling him immediately.
“Hyung! Hyung they’ve surrounded my truck. I’ve never fought this many people before and they’re huge! I think they’re on-” A couple of the robbers broke through the windshield, reaching in towards him. “Fuck! These drugged up robbers just broke through my window I-” One managed to get a hand on his vest. He dropped the phone as he struggled to fight them off. “Get the fuck off! Hyung!” 
Before he could get back to his phone, he was dragged out of the truck over the broken glass and beaten. Between kicks and blows, he watched the robbers turned his phone off. Great. How’s 5-8 supposed to find him?
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“Hyung! Hyung they’ve surrounded my truck. I’ve never fought this many people before and they’re huge! I think they’re on-” A crashing sound was heard. Unmistakably broken glass. “Fuck! These drugged up robbers just broke through my window I-” He heard rustling before a loud thud come through the speakers. “Get the fuck off! Hyung!”
The sound of scraping broken glass pierced through the phone into 5-8’s ear. His eyes darkened as he heard the first blow to Sa Wol’s body. Listening to his painful groans only fueled the growing fire inside of his chest. These people had to be something else for Sa Wol to not be able to defend himself on his own.
He broke into a dead sprint out of the door for his truck. “I’m coming! Stay in the truck if you can!”
The lack of response sent a chill down his spine.
“5-7! Sa Wol!”
The call dropped.
5-8’s heart sank. He felt sick to his stomach as adrenaline surged through his body like wildfire. He had to get to Sa Wol as fast as possible. He was fortunate that the two had deliveries so close to each other all day but if he was headed to his last delivery, he’d be a good few minutes away.
He was there in practically no time but it was already too late. 5-8 took in a half-dead Sa Wol laying next to his truck. He was right. These guys are on some kind of drug because there’s no reason Sa Wol couldn’t have had at least a couple of these guys on the ground. They were all perfectly fine, ransacking the truck.
He approached the truck stealthily, peeking inside. He spared a quick glance to Sa Wol. He’s breathing. Good. He opened fire, hitting as many of the robbers as he could. Some dropped to the ground but some took the bullets like it was nothing. He backed up, heels touching Sa Wol’s torso. If he could do anything about it, they wouldn’t touch him again.
The robbers flew out of the truck like a pack of coyotes out of a cave, laughing and smiling, baring brown and broken teeth. They surrounded the two, causing 5-8 to start circling Sa Wol with his back still to him. All he wanted was to get the kid out of there but if these people were taking bullets the way they were, this was gonna be a fight. And a long one at that.
He began firing again, luckily sending a few to the ground. He dropped the gun once his ammo was out, using his fists and legs as needed. He kept an eye on any that dropped, knowing they might get back up yet hoping they didn’t. He took blows and handed them out.
The problem was, the bastards kept getting up.
He’d called for backup on the way to find Sa Wol but nobody was close. It would be a while before they got there. They were on their own.
After fighting for what felt like an eternity, he was exhausted and these assholes were still rearing and ready to go. Whatever they were on, it was too much. He finally decided he needed to just get enough distance from them to grab Sa Wol and bolt for his truck. Problem was, the kid was still unconscious and even if he was awake, he’d most likely be too weak to run as fast as they needed to. And there’s always the possibility that he has injuries that 5-8 hadn’t known about yet since he had no time or ability to look him over.
Either way, it was looking like that was his best option. He switched from punches to solely kicks, getting the distance he needed. Once they were all on the ground, he took his chance and grabbed Sa Wol. He held him in his arms, running for his truck as fast as he could, the freezing cold air biting into his skin.
As they got closer, he could feel the heat of his still-running truck’s engine. He got the door open, throwing Sa Wol inside. He hated how rough he was but it was either that or get captured.
Captured it was!
He didn’t feel whatever it was that hit him across the head. It just happened. His vision blurred as he fell to the ground. Before he could get up, another blow was sent, sealing the deal and sending him into a deep sleep if that’s what you wanna call it.
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Sa Wol’s whole body ached. He writhed where he sat, slowly opening his eyes, hoping what he had just experienced was a dream. Reality hit him hard as he took in everything around him. The chair he sat in wobbled with every slight movement. It was only then that he’d realized he was chained to the chair. Great. He knew how to get out of different types of restraints and this one was always the worst. The only thing worse than that was seeing 5-8 restrained to a pillar in front of him.
“Hyung. Where are we?” Sa Wol’s voice was deep and raspy with a tinge of pain. Speaking hurt. Hell, breathing hurt.
“It looks like an old office building. It’s not like I could really look. I was too busy trying to make sure you were alive.” 
“Okay first of all, watch the attitude. It wasn’t like I decided to be in this situation. And I could have fought them off if they weren’t on every drug ever manufactured ever.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“Am I? Hyung, look around. We’ve literally been kidnapped and you want to say I’m being dramatic? I feel like you’re underreacting to the situation at hand. But that’s just my opinion.”
“You two are so much fun to listen to.” A disembodied voice echoed through the lobby of the abandoned office building. “Unfortunately we can’t keep cracking jokes. It’s time to get down to business, huh?”
The source of the voice appeared. It was an absolutely jacked specimen of a man stepping out of the dark behind where 5-8 was tied up.
“I’m assuming you’re on whatever those other guys were?” 5-8 didn’t bother to spare their captor a glance.
“Thank you for noticing. Yes! And soon you will be, too! Except it’s my experimental recipe. See, I’m Kwon Seung Woo, the original creator of MT-5 and I’m looking to upgrade but I need new experimental subjects. The others died, unfortunately.”
Sa Wol scoffed, irritating his most-likely bruised lungs but he proceeded to speak despite it. “I actually already have a nice paying job so I’m good. Full time. Benefits. PTO. I appreciate the offer, though.”
5-8 rolled his eyes at the remark. Sa Wol knew it was for sure irritating his hyung but at the same time, the more he spoke, the more attention was on him. If he could make their captor mad, he would go after him instead of 5-8. He couldn’t let them hurt him. He only truly had 2 people left for him in this life and he couldn’t bear to watch that number get cut in half.
“You don’t have a ch-”
“You know what? I’ve actually thought about it. I could be persuaded but for the right cost. How much are you willing to pay me and what are the benefits like? Are there stock options? I may want to invest.”
“You’re a chatty one, huh?” The captor motioned towards Sa Wol, sending fear running through his nerves. Two of his beefed up henchmen approached him, both sending a fist to his ribs. He cried out in pain, doubling over as much as his restraints would allow him. As much as it hurt, his plan was working.
“Hey! Leave the kid alone. I know he’s got a mouth on him but you could easily fix that with a sock. Don’t be lazy.” Shit did 5-8 figure out what his idea was? He needed to step things up.
“If you stick a sock in my mouth, I’ll eat it just to spite you and still have something to say.”
“Kids these days have no manners, huh?” Their captor glanced over to a very visibly angry 5-8. “How about I teach him some?”
That phrase put so much pressure in Sa Wol’s chest, it was like an elephant just sat on him. Or was that from being beaten? Either way, shit was about to hit the fan and he knew it.
All he could do was sit there and take the beating he was given as 5-8 watched, yelling at them to stop. For a brief moment they did, slowly looking over to see him pulling on his chains.
“Whatever you want to do to him, do to me instead. He’s just a kid. He’s too stupid to know when he’s gone too far.”
Sa Wol couldn’t speak anymore, he was in so much pain. He desperately wanted to do anything to redirect their eyes from 5-8, but all he could do was sit in the crumpled up wreckage of what used to be a chair, feeling the wetness of pooling blood underneath him. It was only then that he realized in all the blows he took, one wasn’t a fist, but a knife.
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5-8 could only watched as they wailed on Sa Wol. He struggled in his restraints, nearly breaking his wrists as he saw the knife come out of someone’s pocket. He watched as it was sent into Sa Wol’s stomach.
Fuck. His escape plan just went out the window, entirely. They needed to get out now. He watched as the blood pooled underneath the kid, snaking through every crack and crevice in the tile beneath them, winding around the chains and crumpled chair. He needed to think of something.
“You got what you wanted from him, now leave him alone.”
“He’s the perfect experiment. With the current state he’s in, I’ll be able to see how well MT-6 can do.”
“Kwon Seung Woo!” 5-8 was even a little shocked at how loud he was. As far as he knew, he’d never yelled like that before.
He struggled in his restraints, feeling blood flow from his wrists while Seung Woo stuck the large needle into Sa Wol’s chest, directly into his heart. All he could do was wait at that point. The kid’s whimpers burned his eardrums. It was one of the worst sounds he’d ever heard. It wasn’t long before the effects were visible.
Sa Wol stood, stumbling a little bit before catching himself. Seung Woo had one of his men cut the chains and before they knew it, both of them were practically sent flying across the room. 5-8 could see how shot Sa Wol’s eyes were. They were out of focus, it looked like.
Kwon Seung Woo and his men surrounded Sa Wol. “Just rough him up a little. I want to see what happens.”
The goons tried attacking him but were met with nasty right hooks and kicks that could kill a normal man. They did what they could but none of them could compete with him. Seung Woo put both of his hands up, having seen what was done to his people.
“Okay. You win. We’ll leave the two of you alone. We’ll go.” He motioned to his men before heading for the door.
5-8 watched on as Sa Wol’s eyes darkened. He looked like a lion locking onto his prey. He’d never seen that look from the kid. Ever.
“No. You won’t.”
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kpdlvr · 1 year
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— gongyoo masterlist
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s — nsfw
f — fluff
a — angst
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Sit back. | married!au, f | short and sweet
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ssantisheep · 2 years
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NEW FIC
The link to my New fic it's a Mr. Queen fic: HERE
It is Bong-Hwan/CheolJong and Soyoung/Byeong-In and it involves time travel! have fun!
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jasonbehrs · 1 year
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⏳ what eludes you now ⏳
by airauralintensity (aka me, jasonbehrs!)
“You could have asked for one hour.” Insights into Johnwan’s love story measured in one hour increments.
fandom: love is for suckers / love that will freeze to death characters: park jiwan, john jang | jang joon, yeoreum and jaehoon mentioned ship: johnwan genre: romance, humour themes: fluff, angst and its resolution, 6+1, fatphobia mention, sexual assault mention word count: 11.8k+ rating: T+
read it on ffnet, aff, wattpad, ao3, or below!
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A/N (2.23.2023): Title from Eat Your Heart Out by Walk the Moon. This fic is dedicated to Dez, who bears my Johnwan brainrot with enjoyment and responds in kind.
WARNING for #3. I describe fatphobia and its effects on Jiwan briefly. I also discuss Jiwan’s history of sexual assault in non-grievous terms. Between the way she talked about it on the show and the fact that Johnwan get canonically married, I am taking the liberty of presuming that Jiwan’s healing leads to empowerment with regards to her sexuality and needs. Of course, recovering from trauma looks different for everyone and may not include that path. That all being said: if you wanted a hurt/comfort, first-time-esque kind of description to Johnwan’s sex life, you will not be finding that here.
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1. substitution
John can't believe his luck. Not only did his manager get the time for his Kingdom of Love 2 interview wrong, but the old hag told him it's not worth it to go somewhere else in the meantime when all he has to do is wait for an hour. Hello, it's an hour. He could be working on his deltoids or enjoying a glass of Chambertin Grand Cru with all those minutes!
Instead, he's waiting in the hallway outside of DNA TV's conference room for an interview which should really have been waived for him considering a) he's already done business with the station before and b) said business was only successful thanks to his face and personality anyway.
Yeoreum said they'd interview him early if the 11:30 doesn't show up for her timeslot, but that still means he has to occupy himself for thirty whole minutes in the best case scenario. He tsks. So annoying.
He grumpily settles onto a bench and elects to hate-watch Paik Jongwon's latest youtube video with one airpod in to help pass the time. Not long later, someone takes a seat a few places down from him. He doesn't bother looking up to acknowledge that the person exists, which is more than can be said for the other's behaviour.
"Excuse me. By chance, are you Chef John-nim?"
He straightens out of his slouch in offense at the soft, hesitant voice that dared call his attention. The owner looks like an anthropomorphised garbage bag mated with a Cabbage Patch Kid, and he is less than impressed.
"Yeah, that's me."
She titters a bit in excitement, but she actively reigns it in. He might have appreciated it if only he didn't subsist on attention. "I'm a big fan of Ramen Chef! I watched it every week."
John scoffs. She'd be the only one, and the reminder of that utter failure he had participated in only worsens his mood.
Misunderstanding his scoff as one of disbelief, the woman continues, "It's true! After the final episode aired, I was so sad about it that I rewatched it and followed along as you cooked. It ended up that I didn't have most of the ingredients you used, but that didn't stop me! I just replaced things with what I had, like mung bean paste with doenjang and enoki mushrooms with beansprouts because at least they look the same—and daebak. It didn't taste like any ramen I had before!"
There are noticeable stars in her eyes as she recounts the anecdote, but he stares at her aghast. "Well, of course it didn't. You replaced two of the most crucial ingredients! It probably tasted terrible!"
The bubbles of the woman's effervescence are popped, and she blinks rapidly as she comes back to herself. "Ah. I did, didn't I?" she says with a sheepish shrug. "Those aren't even the only parts I replaced... Well, I still liked it. To be honest with you, I'm not much of a chef," she admits as if he couldn't tell by the everything about her. "That's why my mom owns the restaurant and I—"
"Park Jiwan-ssi?"
Yeoreum waits at the open doorway to the conference room where the new phase of John's life will begin, and the woman stands up to answer her. "Yes, that's me!"
The two women enter the room together, and the door closes on John's flabbergasted face. Not only is Garbage Patch Woman apparently auditioning for Kingdom of Love 2, but she showed up for her interview on time, which means he still has thirty more minutes to kill!
To make matters worse: dissatisfied with ruining his life, she had to go and ruin his recipe, too. He worked hard on those! He made up a brand new one for every episode of that godforsaken show. She had the gall to edit it according to her limitations and claim she loved his cooking? 'At least they look the same,' he mocks in his mind.
He refuses to stand for this, so he gets out of his seat. He spent enough time at the DNA TV headquarters to know where Yeoreum's workstation is, so he goes over and filches a memo pad and a pen. Thirty minutes is more than enough time.
He is still reviewing the paper before him with a critical eye when the conference room door opens again. He looks up with wild eyes, and Yeoreum mistakes his eagerness.
"Yes, yes. It's finally your turn." She gestures into the room with a sarcastic wave of her arm, but John ignores her in favour of stopping the woman, whose name he has already forgotten, from leaving.
"Listen, I get it if you can't afford Hokkaido-farmed enoki on the salary you earn from cashing in the plastic bottles collected off the side of the road, but that's no excuse for leaving your fridge and pantry bare of the necessities. Here." He hands her the paper he had written on while waiting. "This is a list of value brand ingredients that wouldn't offend me if you used them in my recipes. Do yourself a favour and go shopping after this, will you?"
Garbage Patch Woman accepts the list with both hands. "Oh my god. Thank you, Chef John-nim. I will!" She bows gratefully, and she doesn't stop until Yeoreum intervenes, saying it's John's turn to be interviewed.
Yeoreum waits until the other woman is far enough away before chiding, "Yah. You didn't have to talk to her like that." She enters the room without hearing his response.
John shrugs her off then takes a moment to himself before following after her. He needs to be at his most charming for the next 30 minutes, and someone ruined his mood.
God, it's been a while since someone got under his skin like this.
~~~
2. crosshatch
It's no secret that John fell for her words first.
Jiwan is as genuine as he is fake. She cannot help but say what she thinks and feels, a trait that would be dangerous if not tempered by her decorum and natural propensity for kindness. There are no ulterior motives or hidden meanings to her words. For a man who continually forges himself from the fires of insecurity and greed, Jiwan's authenticity in the way she speaks makes him feel more like glass than steel.
Transparent and fragile are not the attitudes you're supposed to have when your girlfriend asks you such an innocuous question.
"Come again?"
"Would you let me draw you?"
He senses that there is a right answer by the way she does not equivocate in the face of his silence, which has gone on a tad too long at this point. He ultimately decides to ignore his silly trepidation, and Jiwan squeaks in excitement when he nods. "Be right back!"
She returns with an A3 sketch pad and a few pencils then resituates herself in the love seat she was previously occupying. "Okay! Please continue what you were doing before. Don't pay me any mind." She sends him a toothy smile then focuses on the open book in front of her.
John gamefully settles back onto the couch, but he can no longer relax as he did before.
As charmed as he was by her way with words, he can't truthfully say he's ever given much thought to her visual art skills (though he proudly announces he's dating the web cartoonist Park Jiwan whenever he catches up with friends and colleagues). The shameful realisation that he has been utterly disregarding half of his girlfriend's livelihood is certainly part of why he was so uncomfortable with her request.
The other part is that he doesn't get it.
It's a lazy morning on a day with no schedules. Before she turned his world upside down—as she seems to have a knack for doing—he was simply hate-reading articles of Paik Jongwon's latest variety appearances on his tablet while drinking a mug of Moroccan coffee. He doesn't have his contacts in, he doesn't have BB cream on, he doesn't remember the last time he washed the sweatshirt he's wearing… yet this is the version of him Jiwan wants to memorialise in graphite?
He has modeled before. He has plenty of experience in sitting still and looking pretty, but the pretty part is controlled. Intentional. He isn't like Jiwan, who only needs a smile to tie her whole outfit together. If there is a subject worth capturing in this room, it's her.
Like the days of Kingdom, John sneaks glances at her to pass the time. Stretched out on the couch as the sun shines into her living room and watching his love do what she loves, John can finally relax again.
"Okay, thank you!" Jiwan chirps.
He lurches out of his slouched position. "That's it? You're done?" He looks at the time on his tablet, surprised to see that almost a full hour has passed since she asked.
His girlfriend nods with a sweet smile. "I appreciate your patience." She gets up to put her sketchbook away, but he stops her with a shout. When she turns to look at him expectantly, he flounders a bit. He hadn't gotten that far in his head. "Well… Can I see it?"
She is clearly thrilled that John asked. Before the shame can fully take root, she tugs him down to squeeze them both into the loveseat, and a rush of affection surges through him instead. She used to be so afraid of taking up space when he was around. She still is, sometimes, but not right now.
Jiwan eagerly offers the whole book to him with both hands, just like she did her love. He accepts it with the same propriety, then his eyes rove over the paper.
The sketches littering the open page depict his full body in the various poses he apparently held himself in while daydreaming on the couch. Though rough in quality, as a set they evoke contentment and domesticity. That is him in these sketches, and yet he is still jealous of the subject for looking so at home.
"This is very impressive," John breathes out.
Jiwan cheers a bit at his earnest praise. "There's more!" She flips to the next page, which contains far fewer sketches. In one corner, it is the grip of his hand on the tablet. In another, the press of his lips against the rim of his mug. The center displays the bangs which he usually keeps out of the way hanging messily over his forehead, right above the rim of his glasses. A stark contrast from the figures on the previous page, everything is so hyper-realistic that he itches to open his selfie camera and compare what he sees to what she drew.
Like never before, he understands now what Jiwan means when she says she can feel his emotions through his food. He is made to remember such innocuous moments—the nights when she sits in the kitchen just to watch him nimbly chop ingredients, the blush on her face when he smiles at her, all the times she tells him he doesn't need to wear gel at home—just by looking at the page.
"Is this what I look like to you?"
Jiwan tips her head curiously. "Hm? What do you mean? You don't think they look like you?" She frowns as she inspects her sketches with a discerning eye, trying to identify improvements to help the subject recognise himself better, which is just so Jiwan.
John chuckles freely as he cups her cheeks to bring her in for a kiss in lieu of a proper response, unheeding of her concern and subsequent surprise. It takes only a moment for Jiwan to let go and enjoy the affection, and the sketchbook eventually falls off his lap in their ardour.
The sound surprises her enough to pull away, and John blinks into awareness to find an embarrassed Jiwan averting her eyes.
"Um. Thanks for letting me draw you."
He loves his girlfriend when she is confident and persistent, but this Jiwan is too cute. He brings her drawing hand to his lips to leave a kiss on her knuckles. "It was my pleasure," he says in English, knowing full well the effect it has on her.
John reaches down to hand the sketch pad back to her, but his attention is drawn to the page it fell open to.
"What's this?"
'This' refers to a four-panel comic in Jiwan's classic manwha style, and the characters portrayed are unmistakably the two of them.
Jiwan blushes as she snatches the book out of his hands. "Stop looking at me like that!"
He doesn't know what he looks like, but he feels delighted and deeply surprised. "Is this the new trend for the web cartoonist Park Jiwan-ssi? Raunchy, suggestive humour? I have to get WEBTOON on the phone; I bet they'd love to know," he teases as he tries to get the book back. He needs to get a picture of that.
"John Jang! Don't you dare!" she squeals as she escapes his determined hands. He playfully pursues her through the house, taking note of the joy lining her eyes and her peals of laughter despite her admonishments.
For a woman who always means what she says, Jiwan doesn't always say what she means. He may have fallen for her words first, but falling in love with her means learning the difference; and that attention to detail proves there is strength in clarity.
~~~
3. chemistry
It's a little embarrassing, but Jiwan understands. To an extent, she's even grateful for it. Her relationship with her body was complicated enough thanks to the fatphobic rhetoric she's heard her entire life. Add in the ways she was abused in middle school, and it's no understatement to say she spent more time ignoring her body and pretending it isn't there than treating it like an actual part of her.
With age and therapy, though, things are different. She loves herself the way she is, and she wants to be loved for it, too.
John, however, refuses to get the memo.
They haven't gone any farther than touching over the shirt, no matter how she tries to convey that she is more than okay with going further. What is the point in dating the Fourth Most Eligible Bachelor in Seoul if fans can see more of her boyfriend's body in magazines than she can in real life?!
Once, John called her cute 'like a Cabbage Patch Kid', and she thought nothing of the sheepishness and odd note of contrition in his voice at the time. Looking back, she's now entertaining worries that he considers her childish, that he doesn't see her as a woman. She resolved to do whatever it takes to change his perception of her tonight.
Luckily, two of Jiwan's best friends happen to embody every conceivable tenet of Korean femininity, and they were more than happy to help.
Under her coat, she's wearing the sheer and lacy babydoll set Jiyeon assured her was becoming and beguiling. The bluetooth speaker is playing a mixtape Yeoreum made of mood-setting, sensual tunes. The perfume she knows John likes is applied to both typical and strategic locations. If the two of them don't see any progress tonight, they never will.
When she finally hears the front door unlock, she allows herself a self-satisfied glance at the clock in the entryway. She timed her preparations well: it's only been a little less than an hour since she herself got home. She positions herself at the top of the stairs, visible from the front door.
"Jiwan-ah!" John calls distractedly as he shucks off his coat and shoes. "I'm back from Cheondam Jjang!"
She steels her resolve, recalls the twin wishes of Fighting! from her friends, and walks down the stairs to meet him. "John. I've been waiting for you," she says in what she hopes is a seductive voice.
He regards her long coat with panic. "Did we have something planned tonight that I forgot about?! How long was I making you wait? Are we late? Give me, like, 5 minutes, and I'll be ready to go!"
Jiwan hurries to bodily get between her frenzied boyfriend and the door. Perhaps 'I've been waiting for you' was not the best opening line, and perhaps her low tone sounded less like seduction and more like a reproach. "Wait! We're not going anywhere; we're not late to anything!"
His relief is quickly replaced by confusion. "Then what's with the coat?" His head tilts as he realises something. "And the music?"
She kind of wants to hide in her room and cry frustrated tears at how inauspicious the start to their evening is, but she is determined. She takes a deep breath and straightens her shoulders, meeting John's eyes with intention. Instead of a verbal reply, she slowly unbuttons her coat and shrugs it off her shoulders in one fluid motion.
The way his eyes draw immediately and automatically to her chest is a good sign.
She takes advantage of his arrested state to stalk toward him, one high-heeled foot in front of the other. She relishes in the way his eyes clearly don't know which part of her to look at even as he stumbles backwards in an attempt to keep some distance between them.
He eventually collides with the newel of the stairs, and Jiwan firmly presses up against him. "You can do more than look, you know." She reaches for his hands, held up by his head like he was caught red-handed, and guides them down to her sides, high enough above her waist to almost reach her chest.
The thin fabric of the lingerie is no barrier for the heat of his palms. His fingers flex once then hold her; and for a split second, all she can think is yes.
Then he pushes her away. "Jiwan, what's happening right now? Are you pranking me? Which network thought this would be funny? I just want to talk."
The night is quickly spiraling out of control, but she tries a last-ditch effort to save it. "This isn't a prank," she explains firmly as she steps back into his space, twining her arms around his neck. "I am trying to seduce you."
Both of his eyebrows raise. "Like this?"
"Yes, 'like this'!" she finally erupts. She stomps back to the entryway to collect her crumpled coat from the floor, and she hastily buttons it up around her as she brushes past her boyfriend. "When I'm not 'like this', you ignored all my other attempts to have sex with you, so what else was I supposed to do?"
"Jiwan, I wasn't ignoring you. I was trying to take things slow; I was trying to respect you!" he justifies as he chases his irate girlfriend up the stairs. He grabs hold of her arm; and when he cannot encourage her to turn around, he jumps up the steps to face her.
His chivalry is neither appreciated nor warranted. "I'd feel a lot more respected if you listened to me all the times I was trying to tell you I was ready," she retorts with crossed arms and without meeting his gaze. "Middle school was ages ago, and I trust you."
John tentatively reaches out for her; and after a huff, she lets him. He rubs comforting circles across her shoulders and down her arms. "You're right, you're right. I'm sorry. Can you blame me, though? I'm your first boyfriend, and you're the first person I've dated seriously since I became a celebrity. I think I was going slow for me, too."
Her embarrassment and annoyance ebb away with every turn of his palms and every word he says. Forgiveness is easy after that. "Now that we understand each other, can we stop going slow?" she pouts.
He leans down to kiss her forehead in response, but she deserves a little more than that after what he put her through. She tilts her chin up for a proper kiss, and the simple affection deepens into something heady and encompassing without either of them meaning to.
"You look great in this, by the way," John gasps out between kisses. His hands slip through her suddenly open coat and wrap around her waist, fingering the lace patterns against her back. "Like, really great."
"Oh, Joon," she exhales when his lips descend to her neck.
(She says his name three more times that night.)
~~~
4. foot-in-mouth
As the owner-operator of several successful restaurants, John knows how important it is to honour a time commitment. This is why he is currently freaking out.
"Can you stop freaking out? I called ahead of time; they know we're running late."
"Jiwan-ssi," he says with all the patience he bought second-hand at the store once he realised Jiwan deserved better than his hotheadedness and gut reactions. "We aren't running late to just any restaurant reservation. This is the reservation to end all reservations!"
She laughs at him outright. "Why are you acting like we're eating at Paik Jongwon's restaurant? It's just lunch at my mom's pork feet place."
John presses harder on the gas.
Ten minutes into their reservation, they finally arrive at Devil's Jokbal. Instead of a minimum wage teenager at the front counter who politely explains to them that their table has been given up to people who showed up on time, there is a middle-aged couple on the older side who greets them with unrestrained exuberance.
Well, they greet Jiwan. John is just there.
"Omo, omo, omo. Is that my Park Jiwan-ssi finally making time to visit her poor old mother?"
"You're more lovely in person! That damn show. All those cameras, and they couldn't capture any of your beauty? Whatever they paid you, it wasn't enough."
"Mom! Dad!" Jiwan cheers as they wrap each other up in a big hug. The sight is so heartwarming, it makes John want to call his mother and tell her he loves her.
Jiwan breaks away and pulls John closer. "This is John, my boyfriend," she introduces with a wide smile, and it's showtime.
"John Jang is my name." He bows deeply and articulates clearly, pausing between the two names. He learned to do that because people kept thinking John was his family name. He rises and passes along the flowers he brought. "These are for you, eomeonim. It's nice to meet you both."
"Omo, such nice manners. I'm Yom Syejin, but eomeonim is definitely fine with me!" Her mom bows cutely.
"You can call me 'sir'." Her dad reaches out for a handshake, and he doesn't let go after a polite amount of shakes. "'John', huh? That's not Korean, is it?"
"No, sir. My Korean name is Jang Joon." Her dad finally lets go of the handshake, and John steps back and hastily gives a shallow bow just for lack of something better to do.
"Why 'John'?" Syejin asks politely, and John freezes. If he tells them the truth, they'll (correctly) think he's greedy. Worse, they might think he's unpatriotic. He's served his mandatory conscription already; he can prove it!
Jiwan, as always, comes to his rescue. "He's a celebrity, Mom. You know they always need to change their names to get more popular. It's good for brand recognition."
"I'm gonna call you 'Joon'," her father states with a smile that doesn't seem to reach his eyes.
John tries very hard not to think about the fact that the last person who called him 'Joon' was Jiwan, and he tries extra hard not to think about the circumstances in which she was calling him 'Joon'.
"Yes, sir." He doesn't salute, but it's a near thing.
The four of them—polite, appraising, hopeful, and panicked—stare at each other in the waiting area of the restaurant for a few seconds before Jiwan's mother claps her hand with intention. "Why don't I show us to our table?"
As he and Jiwan trail after her parents, he can't help but feel like he's walking to the gallows.
As soon as they sit down at the booth, the minimum wage teenager he expected appears to take their drink orders. A glass of beer would really take the edge off right now, but he doesn't need to look sloppy in front of Jiwan's parents. "Water is fine."
"Not a beer man, huh, Joon?"
He chokes on his own spit.
Jiwan fusses over his face with a napkin and defends, "He's driving us, Dad."
"Oh, he drives! Our Jiwan never learned. She was so busy with her sketchbooks and expensive markers," her mom teases, and Jiwan picks up the banter easily.
John is ready to cut in with praise for how far Jiwan's talents have gotten her, ready to start making a good impression, when her dad speaks up again. "What kinda car you drive, Joon?"
He straightens in his seat proudly. He loves his car. "A Genesis G70, sir. Latest model."
"Hyundai, huh? What's wrong with Kia cars?"
At his side, Jiwan meeps. "Dad works at the Kia factory in Gwangmyeong."
"Kias are great cars!" John interjects hurriedly. "I was looking at the Stinger, actually!"
Her dad hums noncommittally then turns to Jiwan with a friendly smile. "You're so down to earth, Jiwan-ah. Where did you find this flashy pretty boy?"
"Yes!" her mom pipes up, eager to talk about things she cares about again. "Tell us how you started dating! What happened to Kim Joonho-ssi?"
Jiwan's face perfectly shows the displeasure that John feels at the name. "We agreed to give it a try for a month, but it was clear from the beginning that it wasn't going to work out." The harsh tone of her voice softens. "John confessed to me before I could get too lonely, and we've been dating ever since."
John doesn't know what Jiwan's parents' stance is on PDA, so he doesn't do anything more obvious than squeeze her knee under the table. At the sweet smile Jiwan sends him, he's sure she understands what it means.
"You make a habit of going after taken women, Joon?"
Simultaneous shouts of "Dad!" and "Park Youngwon-ssi!" are not enough to drown out the bang of John's knees hitting the underside of the table. He hisses in pain; and after he waves off Jiwan's concerns, she turns on her father. "Dad, that was uncalled for."
"I'm just tryna to get to know the guy!"
"Sure, but you're supposed to ask things like 'What are your hobbies?', not 'Tell me all of your past misdeeds'."
"I've gotten really into golf, lately," John pipes up, desperate to find something they can talk about.
"Celebrities and their golf," her dad mutters.
"Okay, I have two waters, a beer, and a Coca-Cola," the minimum wage teenager recites as they set down each order, effectively cutting through the tension that built up between the four of them. "Are we ready to order?"
John hadn't even had a chance to look at the menu yet. "We'll have pork feet, of course. Family style and diablo level," Youngwon says.
If there's one thing John can appreciate, it's a restaurant's shtick: Devil's Jokbal named their spice levels after international words for 'devil', and diablo is their spiciest level. Separate from his anxieties about today's meeting, he was really excited to try the food.
"You can handle spice, can't you, Joon?"
John puffs out his chest. "Of course. I'm Korean, after all," he adds in, still worried about the patriotism thing.
"Actually, I'd like to ask John something," Syejin speaks up before her husband can corner him into another battle of wits, and for that she has John's eternal thanks. "We watched Kingdom of Love, of course. There probably isn't a single person in Seoul who didn't," she jokes off-handedly, "and I couldn't help but notice that you were very interested in the weatherperson. What's her name again? T-T-Tae…?"
John nods. "Jang Taemi-ssi." While a little bit uncomfortable, this is at least a line of questioning John expected and is confident to answer. "My story is very similar to Jiwan-ssi's. Taemi-ssi and I tried dating for a little while, but it was clear to me from the beginning that she wasn't right for me." He looks over at Jiwan and says earnestly, "If I could live my life a second time but only change one thing, I would have appealed to Jiwan's heart as soon as I met her."
Simultaneous "awww"'s are cut off by Youngwon's gruff interruption. "So you wouldn't have pushed my precious daughter off of another contestant after a harmless game of chicken fight?"
To be completely honest, John kind of forgot he did that. Based on the look on Jiwan's face, she did too. They were strangers to each other back then, barely blips on each other's radars and far more preoccupied with people they thought would be better fits for them.
In the same instant that he feels guilty, he can also feel Jiwan's forgiveness, and that's what matters.
It bolsters him to respond the way he does. "Sir. Eomeonim. I understand that you may have preconceived notions about the person I am based on what you saw of me on the show, and as a result you may not approve of my dating your daughter. I will not lie to you and say I'm different now. I remain a prideful man with singular focus, and it manifests in high standards that burn more bridges than they mend.
"I wholeheartedly apologise for every offense I've caused you or your daughter, but I cannot apologise for who I am, not when it has allowed me to achieve my childhood dreams twice over despite my relative youth. Eomeonim, when you look around this restaurant, don't you feel good? Like all the sacrifices you made were worth it because it led to such a great establishment?"
Tears delicately well up in Syejin's eyes without spilling over, and John smiles. He sees where Jiwan got the habit.
A glance reveals Youngwon's rather impassive face, but John isn't deterred. He isn't done yet. "I am not very different now, but I have changed, and that is all thanks to the amazing woman Park Jiwan-ssi is. She reminds me that it is always worth it to fight for something that matters to you, that true criticism is offered out of kindness, that being yourself is the only way to find the things that are meant to be… She reminds me why I love cooking.
"You don't need me to tell you that you've raised an amazing daughter. All I'm saying is… If I can spend my time with her, watch her laugh, and give her even half the support that she gives me, then I want to do that for as long as she lets me."
No sooner does the sentence end before Jiwan tackles him into a side hug that he gladly returns, onlookers be damned. He is unsurprised to find Syejin's tears freely falling down her face, but the mistiness in his own eyes does take him aback.
With a brief kiss to her forehead, he arranges himself and Jiwan back in the booth they're in and turn to receive Youngwon's appraisal.
They don't have to wait long. "Did you just ask me for my daughter's hand in marriage?"
Spit take. "Dad!" "Park Youngwon!"
"You're tryna tell me you used every damn word in the Korean dictionary to tell us how much you love our daughter and you're not tryna put a ring on her finger?! This is the problem with you Seoulites; you're all talk and no action. The next time I see your sorry face you better be ready to beg for the privilege of marrying Jiwan-ah, alright? And don't you dare for a second even think that she'll be joining your family register just because you have more money. Now sit your butt down; the food is here."
.
"That wasn't so bad!" Jiwan chirps as they wave goodbye to her parents.
"Jiwan-ssi, that was the longest hour of my entire life."
She frantically checks her phone. "That was only an hour?"
"Exactly," but honestly he would have taken however long he needed in order to win over her parents.
He is just happy that by the end of the lunch, he fully accomplished this goal. Any bruises on his pride and knees are completely worth it for that alone.
Besides, he received helpful, explicit instructions on how to approach the marriage conversation when he's ready, and he doesn't think it'll be long now.
~~~
5. dis/appointment
Opening up a new restaurant was no less work the third time around.
The parts he actually enjoyed—negotiating with ingredient suppliers, planning the menu—were constantly set aside in favour of more pressing concerns like confusing zoning ordinances and remodeling mishaps. He hired a project manager to handle the daily headaches, but decisions still had to be finalised by him. Besides, he couldn't help but want to personally oversee as much of the process as possible. His livelihood (and more importantly, his reputation) was at stake.
A long day poring over contracts and licenses just didn't bring him the same satisfaction as a long day in the kitchen, and he's coming up on two months' worth of long days.
To make matters worse: he couldn't even seek absolution in his girlfriend's reprieving embrace. Production on the drama adaptation of I Loved That Jerk had ramped up not long after he and his business partners decided it was time to open a third location. Jiwan had been spending more and more time at the production studio than in her own home, and their schedules hadn't lined up nearly as often as either of them would have liked. He missed her so much.
Even now that he can see the light at the end of the tunnel, he still does.
This morning, the ink dried on the final papers that mean Seorae Jjang can officially open for business. There is now only a month of last-minute adjustments and double-checking details left between him and peace.
Jiwan even texted him earlier confirming that she would be home today, which means he could tell her this good news in person. It's shaping up to be one of the best days in his entire life.
When he arrives home, he can hear Jiwan puttering around in the kitchen the way she likes to do because "cooking at home compromises your work-life balance, John!" He can't recall the last time she was home before him, and he says as much in lieu of a greeting.
"John!" Jiwan hastily shuts off the gas before launching herself into his arms, and he staggers a little from her momentum. She smells like day-old perfume and his homemade gochujang, and it's his new favourite smell.
She drags him to the kitchen island and bustles about to plate the food. "Come, come! I made us dinner. I want to hear all about your good news. I have something exciting to share as well."
"You go first," he encourages as he takes a seat. He just wants to hear her voice and experience her presence. He's been utterly denied of both for too long.
"Are you sure? Well, okay." She blazes through the dance of polite deference easily and quickly gets to: "We got the premiere date for the I Loved That Jerk drama! It's real; it's actually happening!"
"No way. No way! That's fantastic news, Jiwan-ssi!" He stops whatever she's doing with a firm kiss on her lips then picks up his phone. "When is it? I'm letting my manager know to clear the 24 hours before and afterwards."
"Afterwards?"
He wiggles his eyebrows at her. "Afterwards."
She pushes at his shoulder to distract from her blush, but the pretty hue that blossoms on her cheeks is all he can pay attention to… So much so that he thinks he mishears her.
"Come again?"
"It's next month. On the 30th."
He puts his phone down with a heavy hand. "You're sure it's the 30th? Not the 29th, or the 31st?"
But of course, it's on the 30th. It wasn't enough for their careers to keep them separate during the hard times, but now they can't even share the good parts together either.
"Is something the matter?" she asks with genuine worry.
John would love to tell her everything is fine, except… "The 30th. That's the day Seorae Jjang opens."
She frowns and pulls out her phone to scan through it. "That's inconvenient, but I think we can make it work. The premiere events start in the afternoon but continue well on into the night... Do you think you can step out of the kitchen in time for the—?"
His eyes bulge out of their sockets. "—I can't abandon the restaurant during the grand opening. What if they need me? My team is good, I trust them, but I should still be there."
Jiwan's face is carefully blank. "You don't want to support me?"
"No, that's not it at all!" He gets up to hold her hands tight in his, as if the physical contact will make her believe him more. "Just because I can't go to the premiere doesn't mean I can't support you in other ways! I'll watch it on Naver as soon as I get home," he promises fervently. "I'll make a bunch of burner accounts so that I can rate and vote and comment and whatever else they make fans do to prove they invested in the right IP."
Jiwan keeps her attention fixed on their hands. "But you won't go to the premiere with me."
John sighs. He brings their hands up to his lips to place an apologetic kiss on her knuckles, hoping to catch her gaze as he does so. "I'd love to, Jiwan-ssi, but I can't."
When she does look up to face him, it's with shiny eyes. "If you'd love to, then do it anyway," she says, steadfast despite obvious reluctance for what she is instigating.
"… What?"
"I get that this is your big night, but it's mine too, and... and my night is bigger." He reels from her bold statement, and Jiwan keeps going. "This is my first show, for my debut webcomic. This is easily the biggest thing that's ever happened to me. Can you say the same? Is this your singular greatest professional achievement?"
He isn't speaking with "I have to buy this; there's a bow on it!" Jiwan or "like the game says: sorry~" Jiwan. This is the Jiwan that had to rescue herself from an abusive environment, that had to ignore disparaging remarks about her size and shape everywhere she went, that had to force herself to keep creating even when no one would pick up her webcomic pitches. Maybe he would still love the persistent Jiwan if she weren't being so unfair.
"It could be!" he seethes. "Seorae Jjang is my most specialised and ambitious dining experience yet. No one else in Seoul is offering French-Korean fusion the way I've designed it; it's practically Michelin worthy. I could even overtake Paik Jongwon as the most influential chef in South Korea! My reputation is at stake here."
"And mine isn't?" She crosses her arms with a huff. "You have two successful restaurants already, John; you won't be set back if this one happens to fail. If my show doesn't succeed, I'm not only losing out on potential licensing deals. The success of all my future webcomics will suffer—whether people will read them, whether they're adapted. No, don't look at me like that. I am not exaggerating. It happens all the time."
It bothers him to no end that they are standing here, defending their livelihoods to each other, when they've had this exact same conversation under much happier circumstances before. She knows why Seorae Jjang is a big deal to him; he knows how important this premiere is to her. He is still incredibly happy for her despite the circumstances.
He forces himself to breathe, to de-escalate the tension. Finally, "I would never ask you to choose my important night over yours. It's unfair of you to ask that of me."
She looks him dead in the eyes when she counters, "It's selfish of you to weigh them with equal importance," and it sounds like a funeral toll.
John turns away. He doesn't want to see her like this. He wants to calm down.
After a long moment, he senses her depart from the kitchen, and something about her stride makes him nervous. He listens carefully as she stalks up to their bedroom, and he springs into action once he hears some heavy thuds and the sound of zippers.
"What are you doing?" he calls out as he sprints up the stairs, trying to rationalise that perhaps he is jumping to unwarranted conclusions. Unfortunately, he reaches the bedroom door to find his conclusions very much warranted.
She doesn't stop packing. "I'm going to Hyejin's. I don't want to sleep next to you tonight."
She's leaving?! "Jiwan-ssi. Jiwan, please. That's no reason to leave your own house. I'll take the couch if it bothers you that much." He tries to stop her moving hands, but she jerks free of his touches. "Jiwan, please."
"It's still too close," she maintains as she heads for the bathroom to retrieve her toiletries.
How far away from him does she want to be? "I-I'll leave then," he shakily offers. He's already trying to remember where his own suitcases are. "Come on. If you don't want to be in the same house with me, I'll leave then."
"John."
He turns to face her again with confused, blurry eyes, and she at last has stopped moving. "You gave up your condo to move in with me, remember? You don't have another place to go."
She's right, of course. In practically no time at all, he had centered his entire way of life around her, and this entire house is filled with proof of that.
When he focuses on the present again, she is zipping closed her suitcase. "I just need some time, John."
He wants to ask so many questions—How much time? Why is she doing this to them? What happens now?—but before he can settle on any one, she takes tentative, measured steps towards him. She's bridging the distance, but it brings him none of the comfort that he seeks.
She takes one of his hands in hers and rests her other on his cheek. The only thing he wants most in the whole wide world at this very moment is to reach for her, but he can do nothing but watch.
Her face is set in determination reminiscent of the night they had their first time, and the emotional distance between that memory and the present makes his heart ache.
"I'm angry. I'm so angry at you, John Jang, but it's because I love you just as much."
She places a kiss in the scant millimeters between her thumb and the corner of his mouth and steps back.
On unsteady feet, he follows down the stairs, and he makes no move to stop her when she closes the door on his face. In the resulting silence of the house, the click of the lock echoes.
He collapses onto his knees and drops his head into his hands. He needs a drink, he needs a shower, he needs a bed. He raises his head as he decides which to do first, and his eyes happen to catch sight of the clock in the entryway.
An hour.
It only took one hour to define the worst day of his entire life.
~~~
6. countdown
10:45pm
Despite the late hour, she still finds herself answering the same questions. "Yes, I'm the Park Jiwan in Kingdom of Love 2." "No, the show turned out even better than what I imagined." "Yes, let's take a selfie!"
"No, John couldn't make it tonight."
If it was tiresome four hours ago, it's downright irritating now. Thank goodness there are only fifteen minutes left before it's socially acceptable for her to leave.
The night wasn't all bad, though. Far from it. She was glad to hear for herself the joy and laughs as people watched the first episode. She appreciated all the fans who came up to tell her their journeys of discovering her work. She even made some new industry friends tonight that she can't wait to get to know better, professionally and personally.
Regardless of her gratitude and the success of the evening, she's ready for it to end. All things—good, bad, and beyond the spectrum of moral judgment—must come to an end.
10:51pm
With less than ten minutes to go before closing time, he explains to his business partner in no uncertain terms that he will be leaving as soon as the clock strikes 11.
"But it's Seorae Jjang's grand opening! Stick around a bit. Have a celebratory glass with the staff for a fantastic first night." And it was fantastic, more than they expected it would be and even still further than he had hoped.
It's just that he's still wondering if it was worth it. "I'm sure they value their time as well. I'll give them a bonus or something. We got plenty of investors tonight, that shouldn't be a problem."
"You haven't cared about punctuality before," his partner comments with suspicion. "Are a few more minutes really going to make that much of a difference?"
"Yes," he says quickly, but he actually doesn't know for sure.
Jiwan did come back home after a few days, not that a casual observer would be able to tell. If he wasn't seeing her before, he saw even less of her in this past month. The handful of times he managed to catch her, she didn't stay, and he didn't ask her to. He didn't want to rehash the same argument, and he was afraid she'd refuse besides. The memory of her closing the door on him still replays in his unguarded moments.
Now the baneful day has come and gone, he doesn't know whether the tension between them will still be there when he gets home. He doesn't even know whether she will be getting home.
But if she does, he would rather find out earlier that he was too early than find out later that he was too late.
11:06pm
The taxi she called doesn't come a moment too soon. She recites the address as soon as she opens the car door and settles into the seat with a sigh.
The breath carries with it all of the adrenaline and tension and unadulterated emotion of the day, annoyances and regrets included. The farther away she gets from the private club where the afterparty was hosted, the less everything matters to her except the deep, immovable satisfaction of a job well done.
It isn't forgiveness, necessarily. More like acceptance. The decisions were made, the night is over, and she is simply tired. In her unguarded moments, she didn't give much thought to what happens afterwards except for a fluffy blanket and catching up on a month's worth of lost sleep.
She knows a conversation is impending, but she refuses to be responsible for the timing. Maybe it's cowardly, maybe it's selfish.
She's made a habit of those attitudes, lately.
11:22pm
The cars had been bumper-to-bumper as soon as he hit the on-ramp, and he slams his hand on the steering wheel one more time in frustration. Twenty minutes into his commute home should have already brought him into her neighbourhood, but he was still on the highway. It was a gamble to take the Gyeongbu Expressway, and he knew it, but he had hoped.
He anxiously checks the clock again, and it seems like time is speeding up just to mock him.
This whole time, he's been operating under the presumption that she will come home tonight (he can't bear to think of what it would mean if she doesn't), and he has never enjoyed making her wait. They've both spent too much time waiting—waiting for a sign that she might be interested in him the way he was getting interested in her, waiting for an apology he didn't know how to give, waiting for her sham of a relationship trial to end, waiting for this day to finally arrive.
He's so tired of waiting.
11:45pm
She scrambles out of the taxi cab tiredly and inelegantly, a far cry from her glamorous and refined entrance onto the red carpet five hours ago. At this point, the concrete path from the sidewalk to the front door is looking better than any red carpet.
She is home.
From the road, however, she could tell the house remains dark inside. Her heart sinks, but she resolves herself. Maybe he hasn't come back yet. She figured he'd make it back before her since Seorae Village is at least on the same side of the river, but traffic can be a real pain, especially if he chose the wrong expressway home.
She refuses to consider that he had no intention of returning tonight at all, but then she does, and she collapses onto her small lawn as a cold emptiness sprawls through her chest. It's not like she gave him a reason to come back; she herself didn't know she was ready to come home until the taxi pulled up in front of her.
She was barely home this past week, caught as she was between the demands of the show and her own avoidance of him. What if he packed a bag and moved out too? Oh god, what if it's permanent? They weren't supposed to break up over this; she just needed space—!
The sound of rubber squealing on asphalt aggressively jolts her out of her spiraling.
11:46pm
He had already been speeding, but when he turns the corner onto her street and sees her there just sitting on her lawn and looking at nothing, he gives up on all pretence of being a law-abiding citizen. His relief to see her home is completely overshadowed by his dread that something was terribly wrong.
He zoomed right up to her house and put the car in park, nevermind the fact that he is decidedly not parked. "Jiwan!" he calls out before he's fully exited from the car. "Are you alright?!"
There is no mistaking the tears in her eyes when she fully turns to face him, so he doesn't even bother shutting the car door in his haste to get to her. "Jiwan, what's the matter? Did something happen at the premiere? Did they not like it? Don't listen to them, they wouldn't know entertainment if it hit them in the face. I bet it's great. It should be online now, right? I'll go watch it right now, I promised you I would. I'll set it up on the tv and my phone and my laptop and my tablet—"
Her hug shuts him up. "John," she sniffles. "You're late."
His arms wrap around her in reflex. "I'm late?"
Between her already weak voice and the muffling from his chest, he has to strain to hear her. "You were supposed to be home by now."
God, he shouldn't have taken the Gyeongbu. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm here now," he soothes with gentle tones and backrubs.
"I thought you were breaking up with me!" and then she's sobbing, heavily and loudly, into his chest.
John could honestly care less about anyone potentially finding them like this on an empty residential street at midnight, but he knows Jiwan will be embarrassed about it later, so he regretfully forces her away from him. "Come on, let's get in the car."
While she cries into her hands, he opens the door for her and buckles her in. He grabs a packet of tissues from the glove box and leaves it on the dashboard for her to use when she's ready. He gets into the car himself and has a split second panic as he tries to recall where he put the keys, but they're just waiting for him in the ignition. From there, it's an easy thing to start the car and park it properly.
The minutes it took to do that give Jiwan enough time for her wails to subside into sniffles, but he's still afraid she might not be able to hear him. "I have no intention of breaking up with you," he declares with a strong voice. "What made you think that?"
She takes a moment to blow her nose then confesses, "You weren't there when I got home, and I… I couldn't help but presume the worst."
God, he shouldn't have taken the Gyeongbu! "Jiwan-ssi. I had every intention to make it home on time, I swear it. I wanted to be here already for… well, for if you came back."
Her face crumbles like a paper with discarded ideas. "I'm sorry I made you think I wouldn't come back," she sobs into her hands.
Getting into the car was a mistake. John can't hug her properly like this. "No! No, I could have asked. I should have asked. I was afraid to, though. Not asking was easier than dealing with your reply. Please don't blame yourself, Jiwan-ssi."
"But this is all my fault! You knew from the beginning that we were just going to have to go to our own events separately, but I was being unfair. I called you selfish when I was the selfish one. I wanted more from you. I made you choose between me and your restaurant, and I got mad when you didn't choose me. What kind of girlfriend does that?"
So they're talking about this tonight. "I'm not gonna pretend that you didn't say things that hurt me. It was one of the worst things anyone has ever said to me, and I wondered a lot afterwards if anything I did was worth doing when it was just gonna hurt people I love and make them hurt me… but I got angry at you, too. I answered your challenge instead of trying to calm us down. If I could have just kept my frustration in check, maybe if I presented the option differently, I could have spared us from all this."
Jiwan resolutely shakes her head. "No, I know myself. I wouldn't have accepted it until today—tonight, rather. Not until it was all over. I couldn't feel relaxed until the taxi ride home," she confesses.
He watches her closely, splotchy face dappled by the light from a distant streetlamp. "And how do you feel now?"
"So very sorry," she answers immediately. "Also… relieved? You're not leaving me, my show is on the air and will be for the next two months, and my time on set will be measurable in hours and not days. I feel like everything is good again for the first time in a while."
Despite the solemnity of the conversation, John has to laugh. "I feel you. If I never have to look at the Ministry of Economy and Finance seal again, it would be too soon. All I want to do is cook good food and usurp Paik Jongwon, but I can't help but be involved at every stage. I do it to myself, really."
She grabs his hand, earnest as she always is. "Your reputation matters too, John, just as much as mine. I'm sorry that I implied otherwise."
He shifts their hands so he holds onto hers too. "I'm sorry, too. I could have stopped this cold war ages ago but I didn't. I told myself it was because I was giving you space, but really I think I just rely on you too much to make the first move." Saying it out loud makes him review all of their interactions since they first met on Kingdom, and he sees just how true that statement is. "I can be better."
Something about the way she smiles at him makes him think she doesn't believe him, and she laughs outright when he pouts. "Can we go inside? I ran out of tissues."
With a roll of his eyes, he lets it go. "You can take a shower first, if you want," he comments as he gets out of the car. "I have something to take care of."
Jiwan checks her phone as she follows him into the house. "It's half past midnight. What could you possibly need to do?"
"I wasn't kidding about watching I Loved That Jerk tonight." He beelines for the living room, knowing all his devices are there. "I want it trending on Naver by morning even if it kills me."
"That's big talk coming from someone who wouldn't even read it until this week," she teases.
"I wanted it to be fresh in my mind for when I watched!" John defends rotely. They've gone over this already.
To his surprise, she sits right next to him while he gets everything set up. "I'm watching it with you, obviously," she answers his unanswered question, and he just has to hug her. They both relish in the contact with no console nor conflict to separate them, and Jiwan pulls away first. "Hurry up! The episode is already an hour long, but with my commentary it'll end up being more like two hours," she warns in jest. "Every minute counts, you know!"
He's struck by the distinct memory of when she was too considerate, yet so brave, to ask him for even thirty minutes of his time. It would be false to say the woman she is now is a far cry from the woman she was then: she is still polite, she is still gutsy. It's just that now, she is all his, too.
"I know."
~~~
+1. distinction
Waiting in her bridal suite for the ceremony to start is a lot more difficult than Jiwan thought it would be. Her friends, punctual people that they are, have already bade her well-wishes and taken selfies; and no one else has come since.
Somewhere past the doors is her husband-to-be, entertaining guests as they arrive and helping them find their seats. She'd rather be out there where it's busy and exciting instead of in her quiet, posh, sequestered cage. Her family may be bigger, but his circle of friends is wider than hers. (Much of her family isn't invited anyway, for obvious reasons.)
Suffice it to say, she is kind of lonely and a lot of bored. Jiwan lets out a heavy breath.
"Is something the matter, ah-ee?"
She didn't have to, but Jiwan deeply appreciates that her mom is waiting with her. "I'm just ready to get to the good part, I guess."
Unfortunately, her mother misunderstands. "It's not all good, you know. I'm not even talking about the big arguments. Kids, religion, finances—those are easy. The worst are the small things: running late to date night, doing the laundry improperly. They don't bother you at first, but then they kind of do, and then they build up, and then one last small thing is what causes you to flip. It always looks like an overreaction to the most recent thing when it hardly ever is. Those arguments are almost impossible to handle rationally."
Jiwan is scandalised. Her parents seem so happy! "Where is all this coming from? Are you and Dad getting a divorce?"
"Omo, omo, omo. I was just warning you that these things happen!"
"Are you also going to warn me against getting married? It's a little too late for that."
Her mother narrows her eyes the way other people would roll them. "I'm warning you about the inevitability of polite miscommunication. It's only natural that you don't tell your partner every little thing they do that bothers you; your nerves would fray very quickly, I'm sure!"
"So what do you do?"
She hums. "You choose to understand each other, no matter what," her mother says at last. "You each express yourselves the best you can, and it's up to the other to pick it up from there. Minimising the space between what you say and what they hear is how a relationship gets stronger; and that holds true for friendships, too."
That's a good line. She's going to steal it. "Is that what you and Dad did?"
Sparing a glance to the bored photographer in the corner, her mother leans over conspiratorially. "Your father thinks worse than he listens; but after thirty years of marriage, I've learned to work around him as well as he's learned to work around me." She straightens, then looks Jiwan in the eyes. "I get the sense that you and John will be different, though. I hope you two can do something with the lessons I've learned."
Jiwan nods. She does think she and John are different. "Thank you, Mom."
Her mother smiles warmly at her, holding Jiwan's hands between her liver-spotted ones. "Our darling ah-ee. You don't have to thank me for being your mother."
The moment is broken by a frazzled John Jang. "There you two are! It's time!"
The photographer springs into alertness as he follows after the three hurrying guests of honour, switching to filming just in time to capture the conversation which will later get a hearty chuckle during the wedding highlights video.
("What do you mean 'there you two are'? We were in my bridal suite the whole time."
"Yes, I know, but I couldn't remember where. There are so many in that hallway; I surprised three other brides before I found you. And they put you in the farthest one!")
Her mom hands her off to her dad and joins John's mom in front of the closed doors to the wedding hall, as is customary. The event staff grandly open the door for their entrance as the emcee (Goo Yeoreum was happy to do it) introduces them.
John sends her a quick wink once it's his turn to enter, and he strides through the doors like the model he might have been if only food hadn't called to him first.
The doors close. She and her dad step forward, her dad squeezing her arm so hard it's like he's the one about to get married. Jiwan's dolor evanesces, and excitement lights her nerves on fire. She faintly hears Yeoreum introduce them, then the doors open before her.
The hall looks the same as when she saw it earlier this morning, but as she steps onto the stage and walks down the runway, it feels different. Magical. It's not just the filled-in seats and wearing the dress, but her whole outlook on the event is different. It feels like she has a plot bunny she just needs to write down before she forgets it.
This is real. She's getting married.
Right before her dad passes her off to him, Jiwan sends John a wide smile with all the happiness she has, and his face goes slack with helplessness. Her blood feels like champagne; she's so giddy. This man—who is helplessly in love with her, whose vanity is more than mirrors and compartments, who is so much like her darling protagonist that she initially worried she was projecting onto him, who would crumble if she ever told him that she found his one-sided rivalry with Paik Jongwon adorable, whom she loves just as recklessly—wants to marry her.
Yeoreum invites the guest singers to the stage, and Jiwan squeezes John's hand before turning her attention to the two men. As his wedding gift, Jaehoon got his friends who happen to be idols to perform at their wedding. She only met them once before, and they seemed rather kind, so she is looking forward to their performance…
… Which ends up being a questionable uptempo remix of the I Loved That Jerk OST.
She glances over at Yeoreum, who fortunately looks as perplexed as she feels. When Yeoreum notices her attention, she schools her face into something more professional and makes a complicated hand gesture that Jiwan chooses to interpret as 'Don't worry, I'll make sure Jaehoon gives you a real gift'. John, for his part, is less than impressed.
"Thank you so much for that unique performance," Yeoreum speaks into the microphone as soon as the music cuts out. "At this time, I'd like to invite the honoured couple to recite their vows."
An event staff hands John a microphone from off stage, and he takes it in one hand as the other reaches into his suit jacket to pull out his written vows. He spares the rest of the room a glance before turning his attention to Jiwan.
His eyes remind her of the night he confessed to her, intense and singularly focused on her.
"Jiwan-ah." He licks his lips, fiddles with the paper nervously. "I wanted my vows to be… better, but I don't have pretty words like you do. I even wrote them in a bulleted list, so I don't get aesthetic points either." He shows off the page as proof, earning distant chuckles for the action. "I'm sorry."
As if he had anything to apologise for. She shakes her head resolutely, pleading with her eyes for him to continue.
He nods, takes a deep breath, and begins. "To Park Jiwan: If you only have one fan left in the entire world, I promise that fan is me. If your pencil dulls, I promise to be your sharpener. If your dinner tastes bad, it means I didn't make it, so I promise to make you a new one."
"I promise to earn your trust. I promise to be brave enough to start hard conversations and patient enough to end them properly. I promise to support you, and I promise to compromise on what support looks like. I promise to love you in all the ways that make you feel loved and create new ways, too.
"And lastly, I promise that these are not just promises. They are privileges you are granting me by letting me be your husband, and I promise I will never forget that."
She has no clue how she's supposed to recite her own vows with sobs clogging her throat, but it's her turn.
The applause dies down, the event staff brings her the microphone along with the basket she prepared ahead of time, and John raises an interested eyebrow. "There's a legend that says if you fold a thousand paper cranes while having one wish in mind, the wish will come true," she explains. "I only have twenty here, but each crane has a vow written in it."
She gently unfolds one and encourages John to read it out loud. "I promise not to use my webcomic characters to vent my frustrations about you," he reads, the end of the sentence broken off by his own laughter and that of the audience. She can only nod. There are many like that, genuine promises over benign hazards of being bound to her for life.
"I could pull them out and read them all, but instead I'll simply say this: I am going to complete this project. I will think of 980 more vows I want to make to you; and with every fold and crease, I will think about the single wish I want for us, which is…"
Originally she was going to say "which is that we will always love each other," but she looks out to her side of the runway and meets the teary eyes of her mother. Neither of them thought she'd get to this stage.
She faces John again. "Which is that we will always choose together. No matter what happens to or around us, as long as we keep choosing each other, I know we'll be okay."
As soon as the event staff free her hands, John pulls her into a hug that she returns with all her might.
"Can I kiss her yet?" he demands.
From there, the exchange of rings and the officiant's pronouncement of marriage occur in short order. Korean weddings are notoriously quick affairs to begin with, but Jiwan is still shocked at how soon everyone sits to eat the celebratory meal John himself designed—complete with a side of potatoes au gratin, of course. The first guest bids them goodbye before the top of the next hour.
("The wedding industry is very efficient, isn't it?" John's mother, Sunok, says during her talking head interview for the wedding highlights video.
"We were getting ready for longer than the ceremony actually lasted," Syejin comments wryly during her own interview.)
Their pyebaek is scheduled for tomorrow, so the new family of five head their separate ways: Syejin and Youngwon to the restaurant, Sunok to her hotel, and Jiwan and John back home.
Is that it? Can such a life-defining occasion pass so quickly? Surely there must be more, something that will make her feel different, something like when she stepped through the open doors and the ceremony commenced.
"I know we were planning to go straight home," John broaches once his new car (a Kia sports sedan which he uses whenever he knows they would be meeting her dad "just in case he changes his mind about me") is on the road, "but would you mind if we drove around a little bit? I'm not ready for the day to be over, to be honest."
Jiwan looks over at John in open wonder. That's it.
She doesn't feel different because nothing changed. John is still the person that knows her best, and she is still the woman that loves him for that. The wedding passed so quickly because it was never meant to last. It was a formality, really for everyone else's benefit. She and John were already bonded in all the ways that mattered before today, made even more evident by how his one question was able to completely undo her slow spiral into dejection.
By the same token, marriage isn't an event. It's effort, it's trial and error, it's choices. It lasts as long as they want.
They were wedded this morning, and they are married now. If there were at all a difference to find, it is that.
"I don't mind," she says at last. John sends her a grateful grin and directs them towards the highway. "The place I wanna go to… It'll take us an hour to get there," he hedges.
It's just an hour.
"Can't wait."
That's nothing compared to a lifetime.
~~~
A/N (2.23.2023): Let’s play a game called ‘how many times did I write the word hour in this entire project’.
John’s restaurant names have no canon. I’m calling them “[location] Jjang” b.c jjan is the Korean onomatopoeia for ta-da, his family name is Jang, and I bet he felt very clever when he came up with this pun because I felt very detestable for having done so on his behalf. The two canon locations are Cheongdam and Hannam > these are wealthy neighbourhoods along the Han > I picked the third location to be Seorae Village, another wealthy neighbourhood along the Han > Seorae Village houses almost all of South Korea’s French expat population > French-Korean fusion.
I have actively refrained from wedding ceremonies in my years as both a fanfic consumer and creator and would have happily continued if not for the fact that Johnwan’s story did not feel complete without one. It was a good challenge for myself, but wow never again lol. (Interested in learning more about the modern Korean wedding? Check out this Soompi article… It’s a sad day when the most comprehensive resource I could find on a topic of Korean culture is Soompi, haha.)
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Rating: M | WC: ~8.2k (mostly smut)
Geonwoo's your best friend and there's nothing you wouldn't do for him. Including doing him.
Warnings: i say geonwoo’s not into guys but it’s just for the purposes of this fic he can do whatever/whoever he wants, virgin!geonwoo, lots of consent checks, mention of sti testing and pregnancy prevention, marking, pussydrunk!geonwoo, bigdick!geonwoo, fingering, oral f rec., multiple orgasms, condomless sex, creampie, lost the plot ten pages into the smut so sorry
Reader Notes: has a vagina and breasts, smaller than geonwoo (height and hands)
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“You want me to do what?” You question, alarm bells ringing in your head.
“We want you to take Geonwoo’s virginity,” Woojin replies cheerfully, rubbing his knees and punctuating his sentence with a smile.
“Geonwoo, is this true?” You speak slowly, dragging your eyes from Woojin’s to Geonwoo’s.
“Mm,” he nods quickly, his lips pressed together and his hands wringing in his lap.
“Okay… Why me? And why now?”
Woojin opens his mouth but you shoot him a glare to cut him off, needing to hear it from Geonwoo himself. You raise your eyebrows when he doesn’t speak and he takes a quick breath, holding it like he’s steeling himself.
“Well, uh,” he looks around, avoiding your gaze, “I trust you the most, besides Woojin. And I’m not into guys, I think, so it can’t be him.”
“And as for why now, he-,”
“Woojin, let him-,”
Geonwoo steps in before you and Woojin can get into it, used to the way you bicker after all these months with the two of you.
“I’m turning 26 soon. I’m not embarrassed about still being a virgin but I don’t want it to become a thing, you know?”
You nod, unable to find a flaw in his logic.
“And this is a group discussion because…”
“Well, Geonwoo couldn’t ask you by himself, could he?”
“Couldn’t he?” You respond, a doubtful quirk to your brow.
Geonwoo purses his lips and shakes his head, “I really couldn’t. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for weeks now.”
Woojin nods in confirmation next to him, his eyes serious and his mouth shut, for once.
There’s a lot for you to consider before you can give them, him, your answer. You’ve been friends with Geonwoo for a long time now, and you’re not sure you’re willing to risk complicating the relationship you have with sex. There’s also the responsibility that comes with being someone’s first, the desire to make it good for them, to take care of them.
“Do I have to decide now?”
They both rush to shake their heads, a long stream of, “No, no, no,” leaving Woojin.
“Take as much time as you need,” Geonwoo adds with wide eyes and a small, sweet smile.
You’re honestly not sure why it wasn’t an immediate no, and you have some things to think about now that you know at least some part of you wants to do it.
You stand, wanting to excuse yourself from this bizarre situation so you can do some reflecting. They both rise when you do, staying on their feet until you leave the room. You can feel Geonwoo’s eyes on you as you walk away, and you can’t say it’s a feeling you dislike.
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It’s official, you’re going insane.
Ever since Woojin and Geonwoo planted the idea of you taking Geonwoo’s virginity in your mind, it’s all you can think about.
He’s the first thing on your mind when you wake and the last thing before you fall asleep, and even in your dreams, you’re still thinking about him.
Him and his big brown eyes and his undercut and his bulging muscles and his soft, sweet, reserved demeanor.
Him and how he would act in the bedroom, how he would touch you, how he would talk (if he would, and that’s a big if).
You’ve seen him let loose before, seen him fight for both his life and yours, but you’ve never seen him like this. You’re starting to fear that’s something you’ll have to fix.
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“See you tomorrow, mom,” Geonwoo calls out the door, watching his mother walk down the hallway to her own apartment and get safely inside. He used to escort her to and from her door until she showed him the taser Mr. Oh got her. He backed off then, but still likes to make sure she gets in safe.
Returning to the dirty dishes in the kitchen, he stands at the sink, elbow deep in hot, soapy water and trying not to think about what he asked you last week.
Well, what he and Woojin asked you.
You’ve been his friend for years now. He first met you when you started working at his mom’s cafe, he grew closer to you when you moved into the spare bedroom, and now he’s terrified that he’s ruined everything.
You’re still normal enough around him, maybe zoning out a little more often and maybe a tiny bit short-tempered, but fine otherwise. It could be an act though, a facade you put up while you decide how to tell him no and also that you’re quitting the cafe and leaving town and never coming back. That would break his heart, and his mom’s too, and he prays he’s just overthinking.
His hands sweep around to search for more dishes but find nothing, so with a sigh, he lets the sink drain. Now he’ll have to find something else to keep his mind occupied, not that it was working very well. He could go train, but he’s already worked out today and he has a feeling he’ll be experiencing the wrath of Mr. Oh if he pushes himself any further. He’d like to avoid that, so-
“Geonwoo? Can we talk?”
Oh god.
He keeps his back turned, one of the only signs of disrespect he’s ever shown you, but he can’t stand to see the apologetic look on your face as you tell him no (and that you’re leaving forever, never to be seen or heard from again, all because of him).
“Look at me, please.”
He glances at you over his shoulder, long enough to see your open expression and the kindness in your eyes. You don’t seem as weighed down as you have lately, and he fully turns to face you, trying to hide how nervous he feels.
Folding his hands behind his back so he can drum his fingers on the counter unseen, he waits for you to speak.
“I was just thinking about what you asked me, I mean, I’ve been thinking about it all week but,” you shake your head like you need to clear it before continuing, “I’ll do it.”
Your last three words don’t register, and the meaning of them doesn’t either. He’s stuck on you saying you’ve been thinking about it, this, all week. He’s been thinking about it too, thinking about you, and it makes him feel a lot better to know you’ve been doing the same.
“Did you hear me?” You ask, confused at his lack of reaction.
“I heard you, you said you’ve been thinking about it. That’s good,” he assures you, his hands stilling as he leans against the counter.
“Geonwoo, I also said that I would do it.”
“Do what?” He asks, wondering if he can go with you to do whatever it is.
“Do it. You. Take your virginity.”
His heart thuds, squeezes, then stops.
“You will?”
He’s glad he was braced against something because his knees feel weak and his head is spinning. He’s been trying not to think about you in that way since before he asked you to do this, and now that you’ve agreed, he just knows his thoughts will be running rampant.
“Yes, I will. But we’ve gotta work out the logistics,” you remind him, rounding the island to lean against the counter next to him.
Your sudden proximity makes him straighten up before the scent of you soothes him, the familiar blend bringing him comfort like it always does.
“Logistics like… when?”
“That and whether or not we’re using a condom and we should probably get tested first and-,” you stop yourself before taking your phone from your pocket and typing rapidly, “I need to write this down.”
There’s so much more to consider than Geonwoo thought, but he won’t let it deter him. The two of you have always made a good team, and this won’t be any different, he’s sure.
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Geonwoo and you spend the next few days planning. His birthday is next month and you decide together to set it as an informal deadline, though he’s sure it won’t be the end of the world if he loses his virginity at 26 instead of 25.
He’s telling Woojin about the details you’ve decided on when Woojin cuts him off.
“Bro, where’s the romance? Where’s the passion?” He says, slapping a hand on the table to emphasize his words. “This is all so… technical. This is why you shouldn’t be doing this without me.”
“Without you? You won’t be there, will you?”
“Tch, no, you know what I mean,” he grumbles before launching into the story of his own first time.
Geonwoo contemplates the rest of Woojin’s point, but honestly, things with you lately have been feeling romantic.
You’ve been sitting alone in his bedroom, close enough to whisper so that nobody else hears you, and talking about how exactly you’ll have sex with each other. He knows that doesn’t sound too romantic, but to him, it is.
Geonwoo loves planning, and he loves alone time, and he loves how you sound when you speak all low and secretive and logical. He doesn’t love talking, but luckily for him, you do the majority of it and the most he has to do is listen and respond, and he likes doing that too.
As for passion, he’s been feeling… plenty… of that. Too much, probably.
When you’re around, you’re all he can focus on. Anyone else can be in the room and he’ll be looking at you, talking to you, listening to you. Except for Woojin and his mom, of course, but even then, he’s got you in the back of his mind.
When you’re gone, he can’t stop thinking about you; where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with. If you’re with a guy. A guy who’s better with words than he is, a guy who’s experienced, a guy who hasn’t put you through so much.
A guy who isn’t him.
But then Geonwoo reminds himself that you love him (platonically) and find him attractive enough (physically) to have sex with him, and he feels better.
“Dude, are you even listening to me right now? What did I just say? Hm?” Woojin questions, offense clear in his tone and his furrowed eyebrows.
“Sorry, I’m sorry, I wasn’t,” he ducks as Woojin takes a fake swipe at him. To be fair, he’s heard this story before, and he has something important to think about: you.
(He makes it up to Woojin later with all you can eat pork belly buffet).
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Today’s the day.
Well, tonight’s the night.
You went over to Geonwoo and Woojin’s place around 6 PM dressed in your largest t-shirt and your comfiest yoga pants with an overnight bag in hand. Woojin is sleeping at Mr. Moon’s so you have the place to yourselves, and you both got tested three days ago with negative results. You discussed using condoms, but considering that you have protection in place and it’s Geonwoo’s first time, you’ve decided to skip them. Geonwoo already had everything prepared: another set of sheets at the ready, multiple options for movies to watch, and an order for an enormous amount of takeout.
You’re waiting on it now, sitting next to him on the couch and feeling a slight sense of awkwardness in the air. He’s being particularly shy, speaking only when asked a question but listening with wide, fascinated eyes, and you have to admit, it’s doing it for you.
You worried that you would feel some sort of hang up about being Geonwoo’s first, but when all the history is taken away, you’re two consenting adults that apparently want to have sex. So why shouldn’t you?
The doorbell rings before you can remind yourself of said history, and Geonwoo immediately shoots to his feet to answer it. He thanks (and tips) the delivery person quickly and returns with the food, carefully ripping the bag open to spread everything out on the coffee table.
The two of you make fast work of the takeout, bar the containers you decided to save for later, and clean up the mess left behind. Dinner breaks the ice, allowing you and Geonwoo to talk as friends/people who might become more.
As the night progresses, you watch his nerves grow again. It’s after he’s wiped his hands on his  joggers for the fifth time that you pause the movie and turn on the couch to face him. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights and you wish you could placate him, but you think it may be better to just rip off the bandaid.
“Do you still wanna do this?” You ask gently, bringing a hand to his shoulder and squeezing. You’re about to mindlessly squeeze again, his muscles feeling firm but squishy somehow under your fingers, when he nearly shouts, “Yes!” and shrinks, making you assume his volume was unintended. You love his enthusiasm though, and the fact that you know you can ask him what he wants and he’ll tell you. Or at least answer yes or no questions.
“Do you want to go to your bedroom now, then? I feel like you’re just getting more nervous the longer we wait.”
He nods in response and springs to his feet, holding a hand out to help you from the couch and tug you to his room. It’s always tidy in there but you can see he’s made an extra effort in the candles dotted around the room and the oil diffuser sitting on his dresser. He leads you to his bed, letting you sit first before settling closer to you than he typically would. His hands stay clasped together in his lap, and it occurs to you that you may need to tell him what to do.
You usually aren’t one to be in charge when it comes to sex, but you’ll do anything for Geonwoo and this obviously counts as anything. You can call the shots tonight if that’s what he needs, and hopefully you’ll help him build up some confidence for whoever he’s with next. You can also pretend your heart doesn’t flip in your chest whenever you think of there being a next.
Geonwoo shifts next to you on the bed, his hands resting on his thighs and his form tense. You have to figure out how to unwind him, how to make him feel safe with you, and you feel like the first barrier to cross is his reticence with touching you. He’s always kept himself at arms’ length, enough so that when you saw how he and Woojin behaved, you honestly felt kind of jealous. He’s never had that ease with you, and you used to live with him.
At least you have the opportunity to change that now. Your hand only shakes a little bit as you reach out to cover Geonwoo’s. He jumps when you come into contact with him, but quickly opens his hands to accept yours. You can’t help but note how long and calloused his fingers are, your mind running to how they would feel on you and, dare you say it, in you.
“We can go slow,” you promise, “And I can guide you, if you want.”
“Yes, I think that would be good,” Geonwoo agrees with a squeeze of your hand. “Eventually, I would like to try to… I don’t know how to say it, be in charge?”
“We can do that,” you nod, heat flooding your stomach at the thought of Geonwoo taking the reins, holding you down, fucking you how he wants. You know there may be some fumbling before you get there, but by God you hope you do. “Why don’t we start with a kiss?”
Geonwoo hums and leans forward almost imperceptibly, just enough for you to crane your neck and press your lips to his. You keep it gentle, slow, getting him used to you with little pecks and small sucks. He finds your rhythm faster than you expect, timidly kissing you back and bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.
You try to push down the giddy shiver that rises at him touching you so delicately, but a little shake still makes its way through your shoulders. Geonwoo notices, of course, exhaling a laugh against your lips that sparks a smile in return, and soon enough, you’re both grinning too wide to kiss anymore.
“This is kinda fun,” you breathe, pulling back to brush some errant hair out of his eyes.
“It is,” he agrees, smiling shyly and grazing your cheekbone with his thumb. “Should we keep going?”
You nod and lean in again, locking your lips with his and swallowing a sigh at the plushness of them. Gently, you swipe your tongue over his bottom lip, waiting for his mouth to open before just barely gliding it against his in a tentative motion. He gasps, his lips parting further and his tongue tangling with yours as his hand shifts to cradle your jaw. His fingers wrap around the back of your neck and tilt your head back to give him the angle he wants, and you’re not sure he’s aware that he’s doing it but it’s still so hot that you let a weak little sound escape into his mouth.
Geonwoo presses his lips harder against yours, shifting closer on the bed until your knees touch and his warmth radiates into you. It’s the closest he’s been to you in a while, beyond the occasional hug and pat on the back, and already his proximity is making you dizzy. The lightheadedness could also have something to do with his scent, soft and clean but handsome and manly too, just like Geonwoo himself.
You didn’t think kissing alone would have this effect on you, or that you’d want to do more than kissing so soon, but here you are, sitting next to him on his bed and struggling not to climb right into his lap. His thighs are just so thick and strong and welcoming, and you’d fit so well together, but you’ve only just started and it’s probably best to keep things slow. Which means not straddling him and kissing him breathless without warning.
But you can do that with a warning, though, right?
“Geonwoo, can I sit in your lap?”
He gasps out a yes and takes your hand with his free one, helping you climb atop him and get settled. You’re not pressed too snugly against him yet, but you can already feel the heat stirring between your bodies. You’re starting to get wet, your core pulsing in time with your heart, and when you shuffle a bit closer, something bumps against your thigh.
Geonwoo moans softly into your mouth, shifting both hands to your hips and squeezing, like he wants to pull you into him but he’s not sure if he can. You inch further into his lap and his grip tightens, his chest brushing against yours with every breath.
You can feel Geonwoo getting bolder, more confident, as he starts to take control of the kiss. He slides his tongue into your mouth, humming when you suck on it and smiling when you rest a hand on his shoulder.
You’ve definitely been looking forward to getting your hands on him, and it’s even better than you imagined. He’s so dense and big, with power wrapped up in every muscle. You’ve never gotten to touch anyone like him before, or be with anyone like him before, and it’s honestly exhilarating.
His shoulder is firm beneath your fingers, the warmth seeping through his t-shirt reminding you that you’re both fully clothed. Geonwoo seems more comfortable with touching you, so now could be a good time to lose some layers.
“Should we take these off?” You break the kiss to ask, giggling at his resulting pout and tugging at the edge of his shirt.
He responds by hauling the shirt off himself and letting it drop to the floor before slipping his hands beneath the fabric of yours. His palms are warm on your stomach, points of connection that sear your nerve endings and send your heart thumping, and as he drags them up, your shirt goes with them.
He stops just below your breasts, his thumbs skimming the underwire of your bra and his fingers spread over your rib cage, before looking up at you with a question in his eyes. You raise your arms in response, easing the way of the shirt and showing Geonwoo that you’re comfortable. When the fabric clears your head, you catch sight of the expression on Geonwoo’s face and sigh happily. He looks awed, enraptured, reverent, and you haven’t even taken your bra off yet.
You reach behind your back to find the clasp but Geonwoo stops you with a gentle hand, “Can I try?”
He fumbles for a bit but figures it out eventually, beaming at you when the clasp comes apart and your bra goes limp. You can’t help but smile back, squeezing his hands where he lets them rest on your thighs. The undergarment dangles from your shoulders and Geonwoo’s eyes grow wide at the idea of seeing you bare, but he doesn’t make a move to take it off. He must not be sure if he’s allowed to, so you let it slip a couple of inches, watching as he stares with bated breath.
Being able to captivate him like this is a heady feeling, but you won’t take advantage of it this time, won’t make him wait. The bra slides down your arms and to the bed, and Geonwoo stops breathing. You sit primly on his lap with your legs straddled over his spread thighs, trying to keep your heart steady as you let him look his fill.
When he still hasn’t moved, you take hold of his hands and bring them to your stomach, telling him, “You can touch me, Geonwoo.”
He sucks in a deep breath, his trembling hands slowly rising to cover your breasts. They’re so warm and big on you, calloused from lifting and strong from fighting. They’re perfect, and you let your head tip back as his palms brush over your nipples.
You almost jump when he leans forward to kiss your neck, shocked but pleased by his initiative. He’s gentle, just pressing his lips to your skin and softly sucking in a path leading to your collarbone.
His teeth dig in a little and you do startle in his lap, making him pull away to check on you.
“Was that okay?” he asks nervously, scared that he’s overstepped.
“Yes! Yes, I didn’t expect you to do that, but I liked it.”
He breathes out a sigh of relief and returns his mouth to your collarbone, nipping at your delicate skin and pulling away to look at the indent he’d left.
He shares a secretive smile with you, his eyes giddy like he’s doing something he knows he’s not supposed to.
“Can I leave some marks? I like how they look on you.”
“You can leave however many you want as long as my clothes cover them.”
He nods resolutely, smoothing his thumb over the bruise he’d left on your collarbone and bending further to kiss across the tops of your breasts.
You arch your back to give him more room to work, inadvertently shifting over the hardness in his joggers and making him groan around the flesh bitten between his teeth.
He pulls away with a pop, his eyes wide and dark and his thighs tense under you.
“Should I keep doing that?” you ask him, your voice embarrassingly breathy and your hips itching to move.
“Please,” he says, one of his hands dropping to grasp your hip and pull you over him again. “Feels good.”
You can’t hold back the smile, pleased that he’s being open and losing some of the propriety he always maintains with you. He smiles back before leaning down and pressing a trail of kisses down to your pebbled nipple.
He tentatively sucks it into his warm, wet mouth, making you gasp and grind on him, your hips inching over until you can sit yourself right on his stiffening dick.
He feels big, because of course he would be, and you can feel yourself get wetter at the thought of seeing him, touching him, feeling him.
You’ll let him explore first though, let him get acquainted with your body and what it’s like to give someone else pleasure. It was something you had to learn too, and you’re glad you get to be the one to teach him.
He’s a quick study, you find. Lightly nipping at your left nipple with his teeth and rolling the right with his fingertips, cupping the weight of your breast with one hand and grinding you over his bulge with the other.
It already feels so good, and with the pressure and friction on your core, it’s almost too good. But you won’t stop him, not when he seems to be finding his stride, and definitely not when he’s so hard that you can feel the shape of him, feel just how long and thick he is. You’ll have to show him how to stretch you out, how to help you take him, and you honestly can’t wait.
“Woo, do you-,” you gasp, feeling a groan vibrate into your skin as soon as his nickname leaves your lips. You don’t use it often, only when you’re particularly tired or happy, and apparently, when you’re about to beg him to touch you.
He pulls away with a hum and licks his lips before asking, “Do I what?”
“Do you want to go further? I can feel how big you are, you’ll need to get me ready first.”
“Will you show me how?” He asks, as if you could ever leave him in the dark like that.
“Of course I will,” you assure him, cupping his scarred cheek in your hand and bringing him into a soft kiss. You break away before you can get too distracted and attempt to get off of his lap without revealing how shaky your knees are. They’re difficult to hide and you have to brace your hands on his shoulders, but you manage to get your feet on the floor somehow and dip your fingers into the waistband of your yoga pants.
He stops you before you can push them down and you can tell he’s about to ask if he can remove them himself, so you slip your hands out of his grasp and place them on his shoulders for stability again.
He flashes a quick smile at you, tucking his fingers into the elastic and pulling the stretchy fabric down. You feel it as soon as you step out of your bottoms, how wet you are. It’s soaked through your panties, and you’re not sure whether or not you want Geonwoo to notice.
Thankfully, he doesn’t. His thumbs hook in the sides of your underwear, his eyebrows raising in a question that you answer with a nod. He tugs them down your legs slowly, his gaze staying locked with yours until they hit the floor.
His eyes go heavy lidded as he looks at you, his kiss-swollen lips parting on a sigh and his warm hands settling on your hips. You feel kind of exposed but you don’t want to interrupt him as he seems to be growing more sure of himself.
You do want him to be as naked as you are though, so you squeeze his hands and say, “Your turn?”
He nods, rising to his feet and standing nearly flush with you. His warmth radiates out, his toned chest brushing against your breasts with each breath. You bring your hands to his waistband, tucking your fingers in between his joggers and his underwear.
“You can take it all off,” he offers, his voice deeper than you’re used to but no less gentle.
“If that’s what you want.” You take hold of his boxers and pants and begin to push them down, the backs of your fingers dragging along his skin until they’re low enough to fall on their own. He steps out of them and further into you, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist when you set your hands on his toned stomach.
The air between you is warm and thick with tension as your palms slide up his chest to wrap around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. He hums against your lips, turning in a slow circle so your back is to the bed and gently pushing you onto it.
You sit heavily, bouncing in place and watching as he kneels before you. Your legs stay clasped together, shyness keeping them closed, and he sets his hands on them with a soft squeeze.
“Show me?”
“Geonwoo, your knees will-“
“My knees will be fine. Show me? Please?”
You slowly spread your legs apart, leaning back on your hands to stabilize yourself as you let him see you bare for the first time.
He breathes in a ragged gasp, exhaling, “You’re so… wet.”
“That’s a good thing,” you assure him, operating under the assumption that he doesn’t know much about sex.
“Oh,” he sighs, relieved and smiling as his hands slide up your thighs.
When his thick, calloused fingers come into contact with your core, you have to fight back a shiver. It’s been a while for you, and even Geonwoo’s timid touches are more than you’re used to. His digits glide through your folds, catching on your clit and making you gasp, “There, Geonwoo.”
He listens to you attentively, tucking half his fingers away so he can rub with two fingertips, his eyes darting back and forth between your center and your face. He starts with an up-down motion, furrowing his brows and spreading your folds open with his other hand so he can see better. You feel a bit bashful but you want him to explore, want him to feel comfortable with you and with how to pleasure you, so you take a deep breath and widen your legs further.
He presses a kiss to your inner thigh in thanks and shuffles closer, fascination and focus clear in his expression as he gets to know you in this way. He’s methodical, experimenting with different motions and keeping his eyes on your face the whole time to gauge what you like best. When he lands on little circles that make your back arch and your eyelids flutter, he stops testing shapes to concentrate on finding the pace you prefer, starting slow and gradually speeding up until you tell him, “Like that! Like that, Geonwoo.”
He shifts forward out of excitement, his face close enough to you that you can feel his breaths, feel his hair brushing your inner thighs, feel the warmth radiating off of him. You love his enthusiasm, his dedication to learning you and making you feel good, and you shouldn’t have expected any less. Geonwoo gives his all to everything he does, of course that would include you.
“I’m definitely wet enough now, you can, um, put a finger in. Palm up,” You instruct shakily, watching as he removes the hand spreading you open and brings it back with his palm up, just like you said. He dips the tip of his finger into your entrance, a trembling sigh leaving him when he feels you for the first time.
“How are you so hot and soft and wet inside? You feel perfect,” He nearly moans, letting his finger slide in all the way. It’s longer, thicker than yours, and the little bit of stretch it gives you is delicious.
“Move it in and out, and you can kind of curl up and try to find-”
You yelp as Geonwoo’s fingertip prods your g-spot immediately, his finger the perfect length to reach it. He gasps and looks at you, fearful of your reaction before you assure him, “That was good! That’s where you want to aim, okay? And you can add another.”
“Okay!” He nods, beaming, and returns his attention to between your legs. He pulls his finger out and returns with two, his mouth open and his eyes half-lidded as he watches them sink inside you. Seemingly mesmerized, Geonwoo starts up a slow rhythm, his gaze locked on his fingers as they disappear in and out of you.
Once he has a good pattern down, he curls them again, the tips unerringly finding your g-spot and rubbing gently with every thrust. Your arms shake as he unknowingly starts to build you up, making you drop down to your elbows and let your head tip back.
“Does it feel good?” Geonwoo asks you breathlessly, making you tilt your chin enough to look down at him. His plush lips are parted, his eyes half-lidded but oh so curious and filled with a heat you’ve never seen in him before.
“So good, Geonwoo, you’re doing so good,” you sigh, biting back a smile as his ears turn a deep red at your words. Geonwoo loves to learn but he gets so shy when his efforts are recognized, and this is no different. You’ll have to be sure to praise him when you can, half because you want to reassure him and half because you really like how reactive he is to it.
You expected to have to make yourself cum tonight but you think Geonwoo just might get you there, every curl of his fingers pushing you closer to the edge. When he starts rubbing circles into your clit again, the heat building in your stomach takes on a searing edge.
“Put in one more,” you instruct, feeling a third finger squeeze its way inside you as soon as you finish speaking. “Spread them a bit, it’ll- it’ll help.”
His fingers push against the tightness of your walls, his breathing ragged as he carefully opens you up. The stretch is good, the feeling of his calluses on your throbbing clit even better, and as you begin the climb, you open your mouth to tell him (beg him) not to stop. But before you can say anything, Geonwoo speaks up.
“Can I use my mouth?”
Can he use his mouth? Where did this man come from? Heaven? Your dreams?
“Yes, Geonwoo, please, I’m getting close.”
He swears under his breath and leans forward, replacing the fingers on your clit with his warm, wet tongue. You lose some of your momentum as he gets used to the taste and feel of you, his tongue lapping at your folds with soft, broad strokes. It still feels good, but you need more if you’re going to cum.
Geonwoo seems to know without you telling him and wraps his plump lips around your bundle of nerves, giving you a short, cautious suck. Your thighs try to snap closed but you don’t let them, your muscles quivering as you attempt to hold your position. He notices, of course he notices, and uses his free hand to heft your leg up on his shoulder, sucking harder when you bring the other one up on your own.
His face is practically buried in your pussy now and with three of his fingers still filling you, you know you won’t last much longer. Your walls are starting to flutter and there’s a burn deep in your pelvis, a coil that only grows tighter and tighter with each purse of his lips around your clit. All he has to do is keep going and you’ll-
His fingers hook inside of you again making your hips buck against his mouth, and he lets out a groan so loud, the vibrations carry you right over the edge. Your eyes clench shut as you soar, white noise blanking out any thoughts beyond Geonwoo, Geonwoo, Geonwoo.
He doesn’t know to slow down and you don’t have the mental capacity to tell him to, his fingers rubbing your g-spot over and over again as he noisily sucks at your clit, bringing you through your orgasm and right up to another one. Your thighs shake, the icy bite of overstimulation starting to claw at you, and you let yourself fall back completely, your now free hands tangling in his cropped hair.
You could push him away, could stop him before he makes you cum again, but he’s just so good and it’s been so long and before you know it, you’re keening your way through a second release. Your thighs do snap shut this time, but he’s strong enough to break free if he needs to so you don’t worry, don’t think, don’t breathe.
All you do is feel. Feel his fingers inside you and his mouth around you and his breaths against you, feel the clenching of your core and the pulsing of your clit and the heat in your belly. You feel everything, and it’s almost too much but at the same time, it’s not enough.
You wonder if you’ll ever feel like you’ve had enough of Geonwoo, and before you can talk yourself out of your aftershocks of bliss, he slowly pulls his fingers out and slides his tongue in. You gasp brokenly at the sudden change but sigh as he wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you tight, holds you close.
“Geonwoo, don’t you want-”
He thrusts his tongue in and out, and your mouth closes with a click, your fingers shaking in his hair and your cheeks heating at the obscene sounds that escape from between you. Your head tilts back into the bed as he devours you, his tongue curling and pulling arousal from you like he wants to drink you down.
You’d let him, would let him do just about anything he wants to you at this point, you’re so boneless and brainless with pleasure. When he discovers he can push his nose into your clit while he fucks you with his tongue, you all but melt into the bed as a long, drawn out moan leaves your parted lips.
He groans in response, dimpling the flesh of your thighs under his fingertips, his grip growing tighter and tighter as you get wetter and wetter. You don’t know if you’ll be able to cum again, but if you can, you’d much rather cum on his dick than his tongue, so you assemble all the brain cells you have left and breathe, “Geonwoo, please, get up here.”
He pauses, his tongue halfway inside of you and his nose pushing against the hood of your clit. You both feel and hear his questioning noise, the confusion and reluctance clear in his hazy eyes.
“This was to get me ready and I definitely am now. Are you?” You laugh weakly, staring down at him as you card your fingers through his hair. His gaze grows heavy lidded, his tongue taking one last trip through your folds before he carefully pushes your thighs off his shoulders and rises to hover over you, bracketing your head with his forearms.
“I’m ready,” He exhales, his face shining and his big, leaking cock brushing against your thighs. You shiver at the sensation, already anticipating the stretch you’ll feel when he pushes inside for the first time.
He doesn’t seem like he needs you to tell him what to do anymore so you fall silent, watching him as he takes hold of his dick and lines it up with your entrance. You try to relax your inner muscles as he splits you open, but it’s difficult with the girth of him, his cock so wide you almost wish you’d told him to use four fingers instead of three. But you treasure the feeling, cherish the ache, and when he stops halfway in, you fear you’ll die if he doesn’t keep going.
“Why did you stop?” You gasp, his dick so big it’s like you can feel him in your throat.
“I’m trying not to cum,” he chokes out, his eyes clenched shut and his hands in fists beside your head.
Oh. Ohhhh, that’s hot.
“Take your time,” you wheeze, bringing your hands up to rub his toned back and doing your absolute best to stay still.
When Geonwoo has himself under control again, he continues to press inside of you, pushing deeper and deeper and deeper until he has nowhere left to go. Your breath catches in your lungs, the absolute fullness stealing every thought in your head.
“Are you okay?” He asks, his voice thin and shaky.
“I should be asking you that,” you half-moan, half-chuckle.
He huffs out a laugh, letting his forehead rest on your collarbone as you struggle to adjust to him. You know he can feel every flutter of your walls, every flex of your inner muscles, and you try to relax for him but it’s so hard when he’s the biggest you’ve ever taken.
After some deep breathing and wishful thinking, you think maybe you could stand to let him move. You’ve stretched a bit more, opened up a little, and with how wet you still are, he should be able to glide in and out.
“Geonwoo, I’m good, you can move now.”
“Are you sure?” He lifts his head to catch your eye, his restraint visible in his flexed abs and trembling arms.
“I’m sure,” you promise, bringing your hands up to rub his toned back as he pulls his hips away from yours and leaves you empty. The drag of his cock against your walls is exquisite, and you can’t contain the moan that bursts from you when he plunges back inside.
“How does it feel?” You gasp, your nails digging into his muscles and your legs wrapping around his waist.
“So fu- so good, tight and wet and hot and perfect,” he nearly sobs, “I won’t last.”
“That’s okay, Woo, you can cum whenever you want. And you can swear.”
He doesn’t normally curse in front of you, or much at all, and you’re nearly desperate to hear him uncensored. You want to know all sides of him, know him better than you know yourself, and you revel in the knowledge that now you know him like nobody else does.
It takes him a few strokes to find a rhythm but when he does, it’s devastating. He moves in and out of you slowly, but with power behind every thrust. You’re halfway up the bed before you even realize but Geonwoo just follows you, climbing up and using the new surface to fuck you even harder.
He’s so good at this already, but you shouldn’t be shocked. He’s got the heart of a boxer and the muscle control of one too, and that just means he’s even more efficient at building you up and breaking you down. You’re at the building up part now, the orgasm you weren’t sure you’d reach slowly coming into view as he shifts one shaking hand down between your legs.
“Cum with me?” He begs brokenly, his cock starting to twitch and leak inside of you. All you can do is nod, too busy whimpering at the feeling of his fingers on your clit and his big dick filling you up to form any words. He swears under his breath, his hips stuttering as one of his arms snakes under you to pull you into his chest. You cling to him, your body held almost fully aloft, and feel the rubber band in your stomach stretch thinner and thinner until finally, it snaps.
You clamp down so tight on him he can barely move, your walls swallowing around his cock and sucking it in deeper as he shatters with a groan. It’s the first time you’ve ever reached release with someone before, and immediately you know this is how it always should be. Your orgasm feeds into his and his into yours, his jerking dick drawing out every last bit of pleasure you can feel as he fills you up with his cum.
Your mind is hazy, your thoughts unspooled and messy, and your body hurts, your muscles sore and your core achey, but you’ve never felt better in your life. You’ve never been happier or more content than you are right now, with your numb legs and throbbing center and full, full, full pussy.
Geonwoo is still holding you to him with his face buried in your neck but he slowly collapses the arm holding him up, sinking down to the bed until he’s got half his weight on you. You want to see him, want to know what he’s feeling, what he’s thinking, but you can’t disturb him, can’t pop the bubble you’ve found yourself in with him.
It could be seconds, minutes, or hours until he pulls away. He’s gotten softer inside you but he still feels big, his cock plugging you up and keeping all of his cum from trickling out. When he lifts his head up to look at you, his eyes are misty, his lips are swollen, and his cheeks are red, and you swear he’s never been more beautiful to you.
“Thank you,” he breathes, his voice tight with an emotion you don’t recognize.
“Of course, Woo. I would do anything for you,” you whisper, bringing your hands up to cup his face. You brush over his cheekbones with your thumbs and pull him in closer, pressing a soft peck first upon his lips, then his nose, then his forehead. His eyes crinkle with a shy smile before he tilts his chin and captures your lips again in a sweet, slow kiss.
Your hips are growing sore, the need for a shower is growing urgent, and you think you even felt your stomach growl, but none of that feels more important than staying in his embrace. This is the closest you’ve ever been to him, and it might never happen again. You wish the thought didn’t settle in the pit of your stomach like a sinking stone, but here you are, wrapped around Geonwoo and trying to keep yourself from crying as he kisses you more gently than you’ve ever been kissed before.
You get too distracted by your somber realization to move your lips against his and he pulls away, furrowing his eyebrows when he sees the tears welling up in your eyes.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks, panicked and with his cheeks squished between your hands.
“No!” You rush to assure him. “No, you didn’t hurt me, I’m just…”
“You’re what?” His voice is tender, patient, encouraging, but you aren’t ready to bare yourself to him like this just yet, no matter how naked you already are.
Shaking your head, you pinch his cheek and force a smile, “I’m ready for a shower. Are you?”
He purses his lips, gazing at you knowingly but thankfully deciding to let you keep your secrets.
“Yeah, I am. Do you want to start the water while I strip the bed?”
“That sounds good.”
You nod to each other but neither of you make a move. It’s like you’re frozen, stuck in place until you give your unpleasant thoughts a voice. Geonwoo holds your gaze, his expression open and understanding, and you wish you could just tell him.
Tell him that you don’t want there to be any others after you. That you don’t want anyone else now that you’ve had him. That you don’t want this to be the first and last time. That the feelings you hold for him are no longer simply platonic.
But you open your mouth to speak and nothing comes out, the words caught in your throat as it starts to burn like it always does when you cry. You swallow down the tears, swallow down your fears and wishes and desires, and begin the process of removing yourself from him.
He allows it, slowly pulling away until he frees himself with a hiss, his fingers immediately covering your entrance to keep his cum from spilling out. Your cheeks heat at the intimacy of his touch, a small gasp escaping you as he breathes, “I wish you could keep it inside.”
You could always fill me up again, you think wistfully.
“Me too, Geonwoo,” you murmur instead.
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You're alone in the shower letting the water run over your face so you can pretend you're not crying when you hear the door open. Geonwoo peeks his head around the edge of the curtain with a hopeful grin and asks, "Can I join you?"
You hold back a sniffle and nod, smiling weakly and stepping away from the spray so he has room to climb in. He does so gracefully, solid on his feet and confident in his balance, before turning to face you and taking you in his arms. He pulls you into a hug, your naked bodies pressed together under the warm rush of water, and you melt against him, your arms winding around his neck and your knees deciding to go on break.
"Do you think, maybe, I could, um, take you out on a date sometime? Like... as soon as possible?" He whispers into your neck, just loud enough for you to hear him over the shower.
Your heart stops, thumps one, two, three times, and then starts racing.
"I'm free right now."
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sky-yuna · 7 months
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Unwanted Bodyguards
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Pairing: WooJin + GunWoo x Reader
Word Count: 14.4k
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Bodyguards x Reader
Warnings: Smut!, Under 18 DNI!, Swearing, Pet names, voyeurism, cum play, overstimulation, threesome, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, , masturbation, swearing, motions of violence and wounds
Note: FINALLY! I made it! Worked on this quiet a while. I could hardly choose between them, so why not both? Hope you like it and I could meet your expectations. Let me now what you think.
Summary: After a failed assassination attempt is made on you to harm your grandfather Mr Choi, he locks you up against your will for your safety. Even the incredible luxury villa with pool does not lift your spirits as you can no longer join forces with your sister against your grandfather's enemies. And to make matters worse, he also forces two ridiculously hot boxers on you who are supposed to keep an eye on you all the time and protect you. Soon the forced quarantine with the two young men turns out to be more exciting than you expected.
"Shit, I'm gonna kill you! Let me go! God damn it!"
"Yeah yeah. Sure.”
All the tugging and kicking did nothing against Yang-Jun's firm grip. The knife fighter dragged you out of the car you had refused to get out of by yourself only minutes before. Doo-Young stood in front of the car, waiting as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
"Please don't make this harder than it is," he sighed, and you glared angrily at him as the older one tried to hold your hands.
"Why are you going along with this? I can help! You know I can!"
"Orders from the boss," Yang-Jun growled, then grumbled:
"Arms up!"
"What are you doing?" you snapped at him, giving the mansion behind him a disparaging look.
This was going to be your dungeon for the next few weeks. The white walls with black shingle roofs stood out elegantly against the trimmed lawn and box trees in the front yard.
Without hesitation, he yanked your arms up and scanned your body. First your torso, then your hips, down your sides, and finally your legs, where he looked carefully in every pocket of your cargo pants.
"We need to take any weapons from you so you don't do anything stupid," Doo-Young explained, and you leaned against the car they had used to drag you here. When your grandfather's two hit men showed up at the bar you had been secretly observing for days, you knew something was wrong.
Three days ago, you had snuck out of the hospital because Choi would never have let you go off on your own.
"This is ridiculous! Are you into groping young girls Oppa? Let Doo-Young do it, then at least I'll get something out of it!" you said with a typical evil glint in your eyes.
Both of them just snorted and Doo-Young quickly averted his eyes. He'd never been able to handle your flirting, and that made it all the funnier for you.
„Don't worry, you're not my type. I'm not into ungrateful brats", the older one mumbled grumpy as always. You chuckled and looked at him with those devilish eyes.
„I'm everybody's type, right Doo-Young?"
He just sighed overwhelmed, because you were not wrong. In fact you had that thing about you, that let every guy crumble in front of you and beg for even the tiniest bit of attention.
The two of them had not only become your mentors after all these years, but something like friends. They had watched you grow up, rescued you from the orphanage with Mr. Choi, and molded you. That's why they weren't surprised when he pulled out a pistol from your belt, three throwing knives and a baton from the hidden holster on your back.
Yang-jun threw everything into a box on the back seat and looked at you inquiringly.
"Was that all?"
You jutted your chin defiantly and crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"Yes. That was all."
But Doo-Young interfered and turned back to you, arms crossed.
"Back pocket," he said simply, and by then Yang-jun was already whirling you around again and pressing you hard against the car.
Cursing, you bared your teeth as he pulled the folding knife from your pocket and looked at it, shaking his head. Then he tossed it to the rest of your weapons.
"Now she's your problem," he said, turning to his colleague and patting his hands on his pants.
As Doo-Young approached you, you raised your hands defensively.
"Don't you dare put me in that golden cage!" you growled dangerously, but he unceremoniously grabbed you by the hips and threw you over his shoulder.
"I'm really sorry, little one, but the order came from the very top."
Cursing, you slammed your fists on his back, but his grip was so tight that you couldn't do anything. Not only was he one of the best fighters you knew, unfortunately he was also your friend and you didn't want to hurt him.
So he carried you to the entrance, unlocked the door with a key card and an extra code, and didn't let you down until you were in the living room.
Offended, you threw yourself on the big red velvet sofa and pouted.
"Hey, there are worse places to be safe," he said carefully, looking around the luxury mansion. The pool in the backyard glistened through the large windows, and the huge kitchen made quite a impressive impact as well. A spiral staircase led up to the second floor, where your room, a guest room and a dressing room was. As well as another bathroom with a whirlpool and walk-in shower. A fitness area on the patio, huge bookshelves crammed with stuff for years. The house had everything you could want, and yet you just wanted to get as far away as possible.
"Just get out!" you hissed without looking at him, pressing your face deeper into the pillow.
„Traitor..."
"Y/N... You have to understand Mr. Choi. He's worried about you. You got busted and killed three of Myeong-Gil's men. Just a few days ago, you woke up in the hospital. If he gets hold of you, he will not only torture you to get information, but also kill you to harm your grandfather."
Silently, you tried to ignore him. Everything he said was true and yet you hated him for saying it out loud.
"I'm going to leave now. If anything happens, call me! Please!"
You groaned in annoyance and sat up before he could just leave.
"I'll have to. You took away my weapons, after all," you replied, and he was clearly relieved when you stopped looking at him with such hostility.
Then he spread his arms and grinned in amusement.
"Come on. It's going to be okay."
Sighing, you scrambled to your feet and hugged him. Satisfied, he smiled and stroked your back. It was inconceivable to him how such a slender girl had cut down three armed men in cold blood with only a knife. Maybe they had trained you too well.
"Take care of yourselves and let me know if there's anything new" you murmured against his chest, looking up at him pleadingly.
"I promise," he replied, then let go of you again.
As soon as he disappeared through the door and the alarm was turned on, such a loneliness seized you that you trembled. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around your knees and lay on the couch in the huge house. Like a lonely kitten, abandoned in a huge forest.
The very next morning, you heard someone at the door and with a glance at the camera, you scrunched your face. Mr. Choi, Hyun-Ju and two young men were standing in front of it.
Astonished, you let them in and greeted your grandfather briefly before wrapping your sister in your arms.
"Shit, when you disappeared from the hospital, I thought something bad had happened to you," she said, hugging you a little tighter than necessary.
As soon as you got your breath back, you went ahead into the living room, where you took your seats. Except for the two young guys. They seemed to be a little older than you and both of their eyes almost fell out of their heads as they looked at the mansion from the inside. They elbowed each other excitedly in the sides like little kids, yet they remained silent.
"Is your shoulder better?" asked Choi worriedly, eyeing you intently.
You were wearing sweatpants and a cropped top under which the white bandage peeked out.
"It's not that bad. Who's that?" you asked directly, pointing at the two men.
Hyun-Ju raised her eyebrows meaningfully and stared at the ground, as if she knew what was coming next.
"Those are two young men I trust very much," the old man began, and you frowned.
"I'm Gunwoo," said the one who had shoulders so broad you could hide behind him. He had warm eyes and a really adorable face. Then the other one bowed as well:
"My name is Woojin, nice to meet you."
He too was unnaturally attractive. Curly hair, a sharper face, higher cheekbones and mischievousness in his eyes. They seemed completely different and yet they harmonized without saying a word.
"What's all this about?" you asked without answering them, looking to your grandfather. Both of them eyed you inconspicuously and looked at each other in surprise. Neither of them had expected such a young and attractive lady when they agreed to the job.
"I am worried about you. This mansion has not yet been discovered by Myeong-gil. But if he finds you here, I want you protected. These two men will do that job. They will be your bodyguards."
Stunned, you jumped up and stared back and forth between him and the boys, as if waiting for someone to break up this bad joke.
"What, no! I don't need bodyguards. No way! Those two aren't going to follow me all day!" you shouted a little louder than you meant to and looked to Hyun-Ju. You searched for any kind of help in her gaze, but she just shrugged apologetically.
"This is not negotiable. They will move into the guest room until this is all over!"
Mr. Choi's tone brooked no argument, and you pressed your lips together, seething with anger.
"They are for your protection. You almost got killed! It's not a bad thing!" your sister said and you slowly shook your head.
"You mean they are here to prevent me from leaving and to keep an eye on me?"
You didn't get an answer to that. Stunned, you snorted and looked at them again. Yes they were damn good-looking, trained, and if you ran into them in a club or bar, you would have had your fun with them for sure.
"We're boxers and used to fighting. We can protect you if it's necessary," Gunwoo said then, almost seeming to wince under your piercing gaze.
The way they looked at you, wide-eyed and trying to hide their staring wandering up and down your body, gave you naughty ideas. Maybe this whole thing could get pretty interesting after all.
"All right... I don't have a choice anyway," you muttered, and that's when your grandfather exhaled in relief.
He said goodbye shortly after and at the door your sister said a little louder than necessary:
"Don't devour them both at once."
You grinned knowingly and she just smirked. Hyun-Ju knew very well that they both suited your taste and she also knew that hardly any man would last longer than 24 hours near you without weakening.
You were self-confident, a flirt and loved attention. You also knew how to use your advantages and how to wrap men around your finger.
As soon as the old man and Hyun-Ju disappeared, you turned to the boys and put your hands on your hips. That's when you also spotted the suitcases they had smuggled in with them.
"What are your orders?"
"Orders?" asked Gunwoo meekly, and you rolled your eyes.
"What did grandfather tell you to do? Are you here to watch me? Report to him on my daily routine?"
Gunwoo looked like a scared bunny by now and you doubted his ability as a fighter a little. At least if his biceps weren't twice the size of your head. Woojin stepped in and smiled charmingly.
"He just asked us to watch over you and keep an eye on you so nothing would happen to you of course."
"So you're supposed to spy on me all the time?" you asked, walking past them into the living room. They followed you up to the second floor with their bags.
"Uh no. We're supposed to stay close to you, but we don't have to watch you... like… All the time", Gunwoo mumbled a bit overwhelmed.
"We're not stalkers or perverts or anything," Woojin quickly added.
"We didn't even know you were so young and.... and looking like...", Gunwoo stammered, obviously lacking the right words.
That's when you glanced over your shoulder and when your eyes met, no sound at all passed his lips anymore. Woojin jumped in and put a hand on his shoulder:
"We didn't know you were a young pretty lady. Hyun-Ju told us you were hot-tempered and dangerous to men..."
Gunwoo elbowed him in the side and gave him a warning look but you smiled knowingly with your back to them. This was going to be fun.
Hyun-Ju was not your biological sister. Like you, she was from the same orphanage, and the two of you had been inseparable since the day you saved her from an older bully by stabbing a fork through his hand.
Through her, you eventually came to the attention of Mr. Choi. He was quickly taken with your courage and emotionality, which is why he adopted you as his own flesh and blood, just like Hyun-Ju.
But unlike her, he could not keep you under control. You learned how to use weapons from his best assassins and as soon as Myeong-Gil reappeared, you were the first to spy on him. Your sister soon joined in and one thing led to another until you stupidly ended up in the hospital.
You opened the door to the guest room and stretched out your arm invitingly.
"This is for you. We only have a kingsize bed, but I think that will be enough."
The two looked around the room in amazement, Woojin directly pawing at the decoration in the form of scrolled sculptures and both of them seemed unaccustomed to such luxury. If they worked for Choi they were probably poor wretches from the street in his debt.
You leaned against the doorframe and looked at the two of them.
Gunwoo's smile was really cute and Woojin had that attractive charisma of a daredevil. They both made a nice sight and so at least you wouldn't get bored anytime soon.
"My room is right next door.... If you want to stop by," you said and they both froze and looked at you questioningly. As you grinned in amusement, you could see that they were both breaking out in a sweat.
You were making them nervous.
After all, they already agreed without words that they had never seen a prettier girl. Your long lashes framed your mysterious eyes and your body stood out softly under the fabric of your loose clothes. Likewise your features were engaging and the beckoning smile on your red lips was beguiling.
"I'm going to order some food. Do you like pizza?" you asked and they both nodded quickly.
Then you left them alone to get settled.
As soon as they heard you on the stairs, Woojin whirled around to Gunwoo and stared at him meaningfully.
"Dude!"
"She's hot..."
Gunwoo swallowed emphatically.
"Yeah, but she scares me."
"Hell yes. She's scary!"
The next morning, you had almost forgotten that the two boxers were still here, but when you saw Woojin already sitting on the patio with a coffee in his hand and Gunwoo standing by the punching bag, you sighed softly.
"I see you found the punching bag..." you said and both heads flew in your direction.
You were wearing a sports bra and tight leggings that showed your round curves underneath. You put down the yoga mat you were carrying rolled up under your arm and tied your hair in a high ponytail.
"Good morning," Gunwoo greeted you and you eyed him not exactly inconspicuously.
He was shirtless and sweat glistened on his remarkably defined muscles. He looked really really sexy with the bandaged fists, the focused expression on his face. So now you got a much better picture of the boxer.
Woojin was waving air at himself and had probably exerted himself on the punching bag just before.
At your glance to Gunwoo, he also pulled his shirt over his head and you grinned slightly as he stretched emphatically and also presented his muscles.
"Did you sleep well boss?" he asked, propping his elbows on his knees as you stretched.
"Yes. It's nice not to have to sleep in the hospital bed anymore. How about you guys? Do you like it here?" you asked, and as you stretched to loosen your muscles and tendons, Gunwoo flopped down next to Woojin on the cream-colored couch and they both watched your elegant movements.
"It's incredible. I've never been in a mansion like this," Gunwoo said in awe and Woojin nodded in agreement. How cute.
"You can make yourself some breakfast in the kitchen," you said and started your work-out.
They both looked at each other silently and then disappeared inside. There, Woojin leaned against the counter and looked at Gunwoo:
"This is insane..."
Gunwoo nodded and prepared sandwiches with ingredients he found in the refrigerator.
"There's a huge tub with jets in the bathroom!"
"I think it's called a whirlpool," Gunwoo smirked ironically, as Woojin mimicked his know-it-all manner mockingly and stuck his head into the fridge. However, he found only healthy vegetables, fruits and little meat. Astonished, he glanced at Woojin, whose gaze was transfixed on something behind the window.
"She seems to be eating very healthy. Takes care of her body, I guess."
"I can tell..." his buddy replied, and that's when Gunwoo got curious. He placed the toasts on the sideboard and stood next to him to also get a look at what had him so enthralled.
"Look at this... Would you have expected that?" asked Woojin, and Gunwoo's eyes nearly fell out.
You sprawled elegantly on the mat, stretching until you landed loosely in the splits. With your back to them, they had a perfect view of your body and especially your ass. Sensual curves paired with toned muscles without losing your femininity.
You were steaming hot and under those tight gym clothes, they could easily imagine what you would look like without them.
"No... Not in a thousand years. With that view, I'll never complain about getting up early again."
They watched you for a while through the big window doing different yoga exercises and both of them automatically imagined how you would feel under them. All flexible, with the slim waist and round breasts.
The next few days did not get any easier for them.
Often you caught their eyes wandering longer along your curves, holding their breath as you pushed past them in the kitchen, your butt grazing their crotch, your fingers touching their arms, or you accidentally brushing along their shoulders while passing by.
It was fun to tease them and with each passing day they became more restless. By the third day at the villa, your head was nearly bursting.
No call, no message from Hyun-Ju or Choi. There was complete silence and that was important, but it drove you crazy to be without knowledge of what was happening in the outside world right now. Myeong-Gil was dangerous and the thought of something happening to your family and you not noticing anything because you were stuck in that luxury hell was horrible.
Besides, your wound was almost completely healed, you were more flexible again and you got bored and that was even more dangerous.
One evening you were sitting on the couch, stretching and trying to loosen the bandage that was wrapped around your shoulder, but no matter how much you twisted around, you couldn't get it off. Woojin watched this for quite a while and then poked Gunwoo hard in the side, who looked up from his cell phone, startled. Woojin pointed his chin in your direction and pushed him toward you meaningfully.
"Do you need help?" he asked then, and you glanced at him briefly before exhaustedly blowing a strand of hair out of your forehead.
"That would be nice," you murmured, even if it scratched your pride.
He moved closer while Woojin watched you curiously.
"Can you just loosen the bandage and take it off?" you asked, turning your back to him. He nodded, taking in your flowery scent that surrounded them the whole time and played with the guys senses. You pulled your shirt over your head and held it in front of your bare breasts. Woojin, who was sitting across from you, quickly turned his gaze to the floor. That you had no sense of shame was something he would probably never get used to. You always ripped your clothes of before going in the shower, without a second thought about him being also in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He would also never get used to your body, which he wanted to look at all the time and trace every line with his fingers.
You smirked and Gunwoo exhaled loudly before tampering with the clamps with shaky fingers, carefully loosening them and beginning to roll the bandage off your arm, shoulder and torso.
"How did this happen?" he asked into the silence, trying to drown out the nervous tingling in his fingers stroking your soft skin and Woojin's nervous foot tapping. "Myeong-gil somehow found out that I was a spy.... I had snuck into his place, been a spy among his people, but before I knew it, I was exposed. His goon and three men ambushed me in my apartment."
"Shit," Woojin gasped, looking at you now after all, full of enthusiasm.
"Three of them I was able to take out with my knives.... Kang In-Beom I didn't manage. He plunged my own knife into my back from behind and left me to die. If it hadn't been for Hyun-Ju, I would have bled to death there," you recounted, and both of you could see how you shuddered at the memory of the pain, the adrenaline of the fight, and the fear for your life.
Gunwoo had removed the bandage and was looking at the stab wound on your shoulder blade, which by now gave off a red scar, too fine for the act of cruelty with which it was forced on you.
They were equally surprised and awed that the girl before him was so different from what she seemed after all.
"You have also had experience with the gorilla and his master?" you asked, pointing to Gunwoo's scar that ran across his jaw and was not unlike the one on your back. Then you pulled your shirt back over your head.
Gunwoo nodded slowly:
"Myeong-gil trashed my mother's cafe and gave me the scar. He brought ruin to my family and Mr. Choi saved us. For that, I am eternally grateful to him."
The loyal expression in his eyes and the strength, the indomitable courage they both exuded was refreshing. Attractive.
"Yes, he is always like that..." you murmured, tilting your head slightly as you raised your hand. You expected him to flinch, but he just looked you serenely in the eye as you ran gentle fingertips over his scar.
"It suits you. Our scars remind us about what's really important."
The boys were always amazed by you anew. Behind the tough, intelligent facade was a deep, emphatically girl who made an impression on both of them.
They admired you, were soon crazy about you. You also liked to be around them, to be looked at, to glare at them when they weren't looking.
Just playing with the boxers, like with small dogs, embarrassing them or making them nervous was not enough anymore.
So you decided to leave. You had already escaped from the hospital, so the ivy-covered wall around the estate was not a problem, was it?
Without thinking much about it, at noon you headed for a place in front of large stones that served as decoration around the pool.
You swallowed hard as you looked up. It was at least twenty feet you had to climb.
You had told the boys that you wanted to take a bath and therefore needed your privacy. They hadn't questioned it and Gunwoo had just rushed out of the bathroom with a red head when you just started to undress in front of him.
You had snuck past Woojin, who was doing push-ups and lifting weights in the living room, just like every morning. The guys were working out so much that you feared an apocalypse was coming. However, you didn't complain about the sight. Quite the opposite.
Confidently, you grabbed an ivy vine and pulled yourself up until you found a foothold with one foot. Just as you were about to pull yourself higher, you lost contact underfoot and felt two strong hands on your hips, plucking you from the wall like a ripe grape.
A startled squeak escaped you and you tried to free yourself from the tight grip by kicking.
"Let me go right now!" you yelled, and Gunwoo set you back on the floor, but not without pressing you firmly against his chest.
Cursing, you resisted, trying to shake off his hands until he wrapped both arms tightly around your torso and you barely had room to breathe.
"I'm really sorry, but we can't let you go. This is for your own safety!" he pressed out strained as he pulled you away from the wall.
Snarling and flailing like a cat gone wild you tried to move his arms away, Gunwoo looked around frantically for Woojin, who had already rushed across the yard to help.
"Stop that right now! You're both fired!" you shouted and a desperate yelp escaped you as Woojin tried to grab your wrists.
"I'm pretty sure you can't fire us," Woojin said and you tried to fight off his hands.
Together they tried to drag you back to the house where the big canapés were lined up.
You were startled yourself when in the heat of the moment you hit Woojin on the lip with your fist, but he didn't even flinch, instead pressing your hands against your body, his chest pressed tightly against yours.
You could see blood flashing at his mouth and tried to ignore your guilty conscience. Still, your resistance weakened a bit. Your muscles were already burning from the tension.
Finally, they managed to throw you onto the cream-colored canapé with the red cushions and before you could jump up, Gunwoo pounced on you and pinned you with his massive body underneath. His hands pressed your wrists firmly into the mattress next to your head and he was between your legs, so you couldn't even begin to fight his weight.
"Stop that! It's no use!" he said, and that's when you paused for a moment. Angrily, you glared at him and stared him straight in the eye.
"You guys are really pissing me off! Just let me go!"
Gunwoo sighed loudly and braced himself so he wouldn't hurt you with his weight. Like a wall, he cut you off from the outside world, and only when your pulse calmed down again did you begin to realize what position you were in.
Silently, he watched you, perplexed, as a strand of hair fell into your eyes, as the strap of your top slipped off your shoulder, revealing your white lace bra. He felt your soft body under him, your breasts, how they nestled against his chest and how your skirt had slipped up.
Directly he became insanely hot and indecent thoughts crept into his head.
"What are you going to do now?" you asked sharply, blinking at him through your thick lashes. He was even more handsome up close and you could feel his hard abdominal muscles against your body.
"Wait until you calm down and promise not to run away again."
You sparkled at him and jutted your chin a little. As you spoke, his warm breath brushed against your face and his eyes wandered aimlessly across your face.
"Why would I do that?"
"Because Mr. Choi will kill us if you don't."
The two of you were silent for a few seconds until the patio door opened and Woojin came back out with a cloth pressed against his bloody lip. You hadn't even noticed that he had disappeared, so focused were you on each other.
Gunwoo made no effort to move, and when his gaze fixed on your lips, you smiled slightly.
Teasingly you stretched your pelvis towards him until your middle brushed against his crotch and he noticed that your dress had ridden up so high that your panties were visible. However, you didn't seem to mind. His grip loosened on your wrists and his cheeks flushed as you felt a glint of it, causing arousal to shoot between your legs.
Your pretty face with deep-set eyes drove him crazy and he automatically had to imagine what it would be like to fuck your brains out in that position. Hearing your moans as he thrusted into you.
"You know I like it rough, right?" you mumbled and Woojin swallowed loudly.
"...Excuse me?"
Gunwoo looked completely overwhelmed, but his body's reaction spoke volumes. You rolled your hips at him again and this time he clearly felt your cunt against his now hardening dick.
"Well, considering the position we're in, I think we can take advantage of that, no?"
He exhaled loudly and let go of you.
Head flushed and clearing his throat, he turned away and sat down next to you. Seeking help, he looked at Woojin, who just stared at you.
Then he pressed a pillow to his middle and mumbled a curt apology before disappearing into the house.
Amused, you tilted your head and brushed your dress back into place.
"Is he always this uptight?" you asked, and to be honest, you wanted them even more now.
Woojin swallowed and then put on a grin.
"With beautiful women, you can sometimes lose your composure."
"Charming," you replied, stroking his shoulder as you passed, which made him freeze.
Then you settled down next to him on the couch and took the cloth from his hand.
Carefully, you dabbed at his lip, leaning against his bare chest as you did so, and said in a honeyed voice:
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."
He held your wrist tightly, thus catching your gaze. The amber of his eyes was streaked with golden speckles. He was stunningly beautiful, too, and his muscles tensed under your fingertips.
"Half as bad. As a boxer, I'm used to worse."
You gazed at him through your thick lashes and as he took the cloth from your hands and leaned forward to set it aside, your gaze traveled over his broad shoulders and the muscles on his back that were tensing.
You noticed the tattoo on his back and touched it with feathery fingertips.
"You served?" you asked curiously, and he shuddered as you stroked along the lines. His entire body tingled as you leaned against him and he felt your tits against his torso.
"Yes. You know about this sort of thing?" he asked incredulously. You smiled slightly and ran your fingers over the tattoo.
"Not really. But I'm interested. It's hot..."
Woojin's eyes lit up and his enthusiasm was contagious.
"Do you have a girlfriend or Gunwoo?" you asked then, and he stumbled over his words:
"No... There's not much time besides boxing."
You nodded and ran your fingers down his shoulder, over his biceps, to his inner arm. He watched how you bit your lip and wanted to touch them.
"As bloodhounds, it's hard to find someone?"
He tracked your movements, fidgeting restlessly. He wanted to grab you, kiss you to know what your lips tasted like, and he wondered if you would still look so confident stuffed with his cock.
"We're not bloodhounds."
You raised your eyebrows, wandered your fingers over his palm, and rested his hand on your thigh.
"You work for my grandfather, you're my bodyguards.... He would never hire any men off the street. If you're not bloodhounds yet, you will be soon."
Woojin pressed his lips together, slowly closing his hand around your inner thigh, just centimeters from where you actually wanted to feel his long fingers. Sighing, you leaned forward a bit, placing a hand against his chest until he had a good view down your cleavage.
"What did he tell you to do? What are the rules?" you breathed, and Woojin increasingly lost his self-control. His hand closed tighter and tighter around your thigh and you could see him struggling with himself.
"Don't let you out of our sight. Protect you with our lives. No touching." he enumerated the rules Choi had drilled into them, and now he finally understood what Hyun-Ju had warned them about. When she talked about you being dangerous, cunning, and a temptation, he hadn't believed her. But now he could hardly stop himself from pushing you down on the couch and ripping your clothes off.
He wanted your sweet voice moaning his name and touching you everywhere he shouldn't.
You nodded slowly. Of course Choi had ordered them not messing around with you. He knew you and your charm too well. You had a temper. You were uncontrollable. Everyone was afraid and enraptured by you at the same time.
"What if I want to touch you?" you whispered in his ear and he sucked in a sharp breath.
Agonizingly slowly, you let your fingers travel down his stomach, to the waistband of his pants. Your lips brushed his jawline and his hand wandered up your leg. The temptation was too big and he struggled with himself.
"He'd kill us..." he whispered with the last bit of resistance he could muster.
He... Your grandfather knew you well enough to know that one stupid rule wouldn't stop you from asserting your stubbornness.
"What if I want you to touch me?," you continued, pressing your thighs together so he could feel the heat between them on his hand, trapped just finger-widths away from your cunt.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, he furrowed his eyebrows in agony, and you wanted to fall to your knees to see if he looked as stunned when you took his dick into your mouth.
But before you could slide your fingers into his waistband, you stood up and left him sitting there, dumbfounded.
Gasping, he also pressed his hand between his legs as you disappeared into the house. It was a game for you and you were the master at it. Like chess. You were the queen. The boxers were your pawns, the pawns with which you passed your time, and both had to admit that they liked it more and more to walk for you on the board.
You retreated to your room for the rest of the day, until in the evening you resigned yourself to not getting out of here anytime soon.
The next few days your games became more and more dangerous and both Gunwoo and Woojin expected you to lose their mind every time you came into the room in skimpy pants, a dress that barely covered your breasts or skirts that showed glimpses of your underwear.
You made the time in the villa so much more interesting and they caught each other raving about you, losing themselves in mind games, only to be jilted in the end.
The danger surrounded you like the smoke of a cigarette and yet it was so seductive that Gunwoo did take a peek through the crack of the open door of the bathroom when you went to shower. He hated himself for it, but his curiosity and dirty desire to see more, to not always be kept at a distance, overwhelmed him.
He opened the bathroom door just enough to peek and catch you slipping out of your clothes.
He saw through the crack how you took off your skirt, threw away your top and looked at yourself in the mirror only in your underwear. He felt disgusting, but the line of your thighs as they merged into the perfect curve of your ass made him pause until you took off your underwear too. The way your tits spilled out of your bra when you undid the clasp made his cock hard in an instant and only when you turned on the water in the shower and faced the door did he tear his eyes open in shock and twirled away, pressing his back against the wall next to the door and gritting his teeth so hard his jaw ached. Gunwoo never been more thirsty in his life. Although he should just leave, he risked one more look. Just one last one. He wanted to suck on your skin, let his tongue lap up the water that dripped from your nipples, trickled down your calves. Your back is sexier than he realized, the slope of your spine incredibly pleasing to the eye, especially as you began to lather up your soft skin with the shower gel.
His pants were uncomfortably tight and he wanted to slap himself.
As soon as you walked past his room, wrapped in steam with only a towel around your body, a soft sound made you freeze.
The strained gasp came from the boys' room and you dared to look through the crack of the open door, which had hastily not been closed properly.
You recognized Gunwoo's broad back on the bed, muscles straining to him jerking his cock off, sighing your name. Your lip twitching up as fast as you clenched your legs together.
Another time you tried to take a cup from the top shelves in the kitchen. However, you were too short and the modern cabinets were placed way too far up. When Woojin saw this, he came to you, stood behind you and enveloped you in a shadow as if a tree had grown out of the ground right behind you.
He took out the cup and held it out to you, but you made no move to take it. You glanced coquettishly over your shoulder, leaned back a little until your ass was pressed firmly against his crotch and said:
"Thank you. Very thoughtful."
Immediately all color drained from his face and he grabbed your hip with his other hand to prevent you from making his dick even harder by wiggling your butt.
"It's all right," he dismissed it and wanted to flee, away from your seductive body and mesmerizing eyes.
But you turned, looked up at him through those long lashes you could swat flies with, and smiled sweetly:
"What do you think of the top? It's new, but I'm unsure if the color suits me."
Although you looked innocent, everything in him screamed trap! Still, he dropped his gaze and took a rattling breath as he clearly saw the curve of your breasts through the thin, almost transparent lilac material nestling to your body and your nipples forming little mounds on the fabric.
"It's pretty. Very pretty..." he stammered, trying to resist the urge to push the stupid thing up and hold your breasts in his hands.
He had big hands and they would fit perfectly.
As soon as the heat made him hard again, he watched you go, teeth gritting and jaw flexing as he lusted over how smoothly you walked away. You had to know you drove him crazy, that you were so beautiful and just out of reach that it made him want to crush the mug in his hand. Before Gunwoo could ask him, if he wanted to help him work out, he disappeared into the bathroom, with the excuse that he still had to shower.
Instead, he tried to get rid of his hard-on by ignoring it or even silently praying for it. But when he made the mistake of looking through the window, which offered a direct view of the pool and the loungers in front of it, an incredulous sigh escaped him.
You were just lying down in the sun, in the top and short skirt that accentuated your long legs. With big sunglasses on your nose, you tied your hair in a bun and to his horror, you unceremoniously pulled your top over your head. Your breasts in the bright sunlight looked soft and Woojin couldn't look away. As if caught in a curse, he stared at your body as you made yourself comfortable on the lounger, slipping out of your skirt and tanning only in black panties.
A wave of heat flashed in his gut, one that told him he was doing something wrong, that he should look away. He wasn't a pervert who secretly stalked women, though it was really hard not to look at you when you were prancing around in front of their noses all day. He shook his head, looked at himself in the mirror and mumbled a few curses. Fresh, hot blood flowed straight between his legs, made his dick thump against his lower stomach, the flushed tip peeking out of the waistband of his boxers.
Then he looked out again, eyeing the lines of your thighs as they converged between your legs, and as he pulled his now rock-hard dick out of his shorts, he tried to block out the accusing voice in his head.
Your skin glowed like the skin of a peach and he wondered if the tan-lines were as lighter where the panties were as they were around your breasts.
He wanted to touch your nipples, no he was so desperate, he wanted to take them in his mouth, suck on them and kiss you until you begged for him to fuck you. The fat of your boobs looked so soft, plush, and he imagined the weight of one in his palm as he started to stroke his cock. The sight of you naked and unaware made his head go fuzzy, garnet eyes glazing over as he shoved his boxers into the floor and kicked them away.
His cock laid heavy and demanding in his hand as he palmed himself to the sinful thoughts.
He sped up, imagining you kneeling on all fours in front of him and him slamming into you from behind, your pussy sucking him in, gripping him way better than his hand could. The naughty fantasies played like movies in his head and didn't let him go anytime soon. He gasped overwhelmed, imagining your naked body under his, stretched out just for his satisfaction. When you turned onto your stomach, he had to brace himself against the wall, panting. He had been plagued by images of you since day one, as if trying to burn the curves of your naked body into his memory. He loved how round your ass looked like this, how the length of your thighs begged for his hands to reach into each one. His fingers longed to feel soft skin between them, to sink into flesh and pull you back against him. His orgasm felt dirty, sultry, a long strand of ecstasy pulled from his cock and dripped onto his hand, splattered on the windowsill.
He cleaned it all up, put his pants back on, and tried to forget what he had done.
Meanwhile, you slid the sunglasses on your head and smiled slightly as Woojin's curly head disappeared out the window.
You made life harder for the two of them with every hour that passed.
Always the treat in front of their eyes, but they didn't dare to grab it. Yet.
The boxers were way, way too curious about you since they entered the luxury villa. Not to mention it was still late summer, so they caught you making dinner or doing yoga in the tiniest shorts and prancing around with no bra, nipples always hard and tempting from the breeze of the air conditioner.
It was way too much fun for you, however, you also became impatient. All this was soon not enough.
It was already dark and the round lanterns in the garden bathed everything in a pleasant orange light. Together with the blue of the pool, it made a dreamlike contrast. Woojin and Gunwoo were sitting on the loungers and talking quietly, but when you appeared, the conversation stopped and they looked at you attentively.
As soon as you took off your bathrobe and stood in front of them in just a sinful piece of bikini, Woojin clawed at Gunwoo's leg. They examined every little movement you made, the way you cocked your hip, how you cupped one of your breasts as you turned to them while you got into the water.
"Do you want to just watch or join?" you asked, letting yourself slide into the deeper water. They looked at each other, puzzled, and Gunwoo said:
"I don't know if we're allowed to..."
"What if I drown? Don't you have to protect me from drowning? You can't do that from there."
They looked at each other, not sure what to do, and before you waited any longer, you poured a gush of water over the edge of the pool, hitting them both. Startled, they jumped up and you giggled as your attack left them dripping and soaked.
When they heard you cackle so gleefully, something playful entered their gaze.
"Are we going to let this pass?" asked Gunwoo and Woojin shook his head, coming to the edge of the pool, but before he realized, Gunwoo had seized the golden opportunity and pushed him into the water from behind.
Woojin, however, clung to his arm in a flash and pulled him along. Gunwoo frantically rowed his arms, but it was all to no avail as they hit the surface of the water next to you with a loud splash.
Drops of water splashed you completely wet and you held your hands in front of your face. When they resurfaced, Woojin coughed, Gunwoo rubbed his eyes, and you held a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.
As Woojin tossed his hair out of his face, he fixed you and pulled his wet shirt over his head in one fluid motion. At the sight of his trained body, you raised your eyebrows slightly and bit your lower lip, however, as he walked up to you and muttered:
"Well now you're laughing!"
You tried to run away squealing. However, he caught you and splashed water on your face, though in the process he also hit Gunwoo, who also began to tussle with him. He tore off his shirt and threw it to the edge before grabbing Woojin and wrestling with him.
You were laughing like little kids, splashing water at each other, and you felt more free and like yourself than you had in years.
The sound of your bright, high-pitched laughter as Gunwoo dove between your legs, lifted you up and threw you into the water with a loud splash was like music to the boys' ears.
You wrestled for quite a while, holding each other, pulling your legs away and dunking each other under the water until you could take no more.
Your heart was light, the water pleasantly cool, and the boys' hands firm on your soft skin.
You finally landed between the two of them. Woojin had his arms wrapped around your belly, pressing you tightly to his chest, Gunwoo grabbed your wrists, pulled you to him and held you by the waist. You paused in the position, breathing heavily. You brushed a wet strand of hair out of your eyes and you suddenly realized how close you were. You looked up at Gunwoo, who had a sweet smile on his lips, Woojin's arms were tight against your stomach and you leaned against him. You shook your head, unable to tear your eyes away from him. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, and your heart raced in anticipation.
"Do you really want to fight us?" asked Gunwoo with a smirk, your skin tingling excitedly. Woojin tried not to look down too long at your ass pressed against his crotch and instead pinched your sides playfully.
"Maybe she has a chance," he said, and you tilted your head a little, like a curious cat.
"I think you can use those strong arms of yours to do plenty of other things with me," you replied, delighting in the stunned reactions. Gunwoo froze and looked a lot like one of those greek statues of a god and Woojin's grip on your hips tightened.
With a silky voice and seductive aura, you took Gunwoo's hands and slowly guided them up your sides.
"Or is that not what you want?" you asked, as if asking his opinion on his choice of ice cream.
Gunwoo could no longer take his eyes off your slender fingers guiding his hands along your curves.
"Or this?" you asked, placing his large hands on your breasts.
In parallel, an overwhelmed gasp escaped Woojin as you rubbed your ass harder against his crotch. His hands flew to your hips and he could think of nothing but the heat gathering between his legs, pressing against the soft curve of your ass.
Gunwoo cupped your breasts tentatively, but they felt too good, too perfect to let go. He wanted to get rid of your bikini, to feel them whole and complete.
Your words were like a spell that made the boxers take off completely:
"Or don't you want me?"
Gunwoo's eyes snapped back to your face and he looked almost panicked as he said:
"I want it! I want you!"
Woojin grinded your ass against his bulge and would have loved to pull your bikini bottoms down right then and there to thrust into you.
"We want all of it!" he added, and you smiled triumphantly.
It was so simple.
"Then take it."
Gunwoo gave Woojin a questioning look over your shoulder, he nodded curtly at him and by then he was already leaning down to you, pulling you closer by the face and kissing you tempestuous. Woojin began kissing your neck, continuing to rub his increasingly hard length against your soft skin.
The kiss was sunny, warm, full of desire and you melted, pressed between the two muscular men. Gunwoo began kneading your breasts, sighing into your mouth as the water seemed to boil around you.
As soon as he broke away from you, Woojin turned your head to the side by the chin and already his lips were pressing to yours as well. Sweet as honey, hot as fire and much more impetuous than Gunwoo.
He greedily pushed his tongue into your mouth, turning you over until your back bounced against Gunwoo and he could push his knee between your legs.
"Free her tits!" murmured Woojin, and his hands reached for your ass, kneaded your soft flesh until you gasped into his mouth. Directly you felt Gunwoo's fingers pull open the loops of your bikini and the top fell off of you. He tossed it aside and Woojin was finally able to touch what he had been dreaming about for nights. Directly he kissed down your neck, sucking on your skin until he reached your nipple and ran his tongue around.
You took Gunwoo's hand and placed it on your other breast as you leaned against him, sighing comfortably.
"So pretty for us," he murmured, twirling your nipple between his fingers while Woojin sucked on your other and groped your ass.
The water lapped around you and you felt detached, weightless.
Gunwoo's fingers wandered over the waistband of your bikini panties, hesitantly, as if weighing whether to cross that line. However, it was all too late now anyway.
"Touch me! Please go on!" you gasped, your fingers in Woojin's hair, working red marks into your skin.
Gunwoo's lips brushed your neck as he exhaled and slid his fingers into your bikini. He played with the little bundle of nerves, rubbing it until your knees went soft. You gasped, your lips swollen and your face enlightened with desire.
You looked into Woojin's eyes as you did so, and he was equally incredulous by the immense horniness. You stroked down his abs, over his crotch, and there he lifted you out of the water with ease.
"Woojin... What...?"
But you didn't get any further, because he was already carrying you onto the canapé, the cool air on your wet skin gave you goosebumps and when he leaned over you and kissed you wildly, you let out a loud gasp.
In Gunwoo's eyes, too, a fire burned in the meantime that could no longer be extinguished. Whimpering, you pressed your body against Woojin and the stormy kissing ended only when you both could no longer breathe. He tilted his head a bit and his hand wandered down your belly into your bikini bottoms where he stroked through your folds. His eyes lit up and a blush shot up your cheeks as he felt how wet you already were.
"Shit have you been this horny all this time?" he muttered, biting the crook of your neck, making you whimper softly. As he did so, he pressed his thumb flat against your clit. Quickly, you grabbed his wrist and held it ironclad so you didn't immediately come over his fingers.
"Don't act like I'm the only one.... I know you've been watching me," you replied, glaring piercingly at both of them. Gunwoo actually laughed softly and sat down next to you on the canapé, while Woojin knelt between your legs, the sun sparkling on his wet abs.
"Do you really think we haven't been thinking about fucking you since day one when you're always running around in those skimpy clothes, getting us hot and worked up obviously with pure intention?" he growled and started spreading wet kisses along your collarbone. Your head was already floating in the clouds, so you looked up to the star studded sky and when Gunwoo firmly kneaded one of your breasts, you let out a sigh:
"Oh God..."
"He won't be able to help you now," Woojin chuckled and that's when you felt him roll your bikini panties off your legs and toss them carelessly aside. Since he was kneeling between your legs you couldn't squeeze your thighs together and hide your soaked cunt from Woojin's intense gaze.
"Look at how wet she is!" he said with a grin at Gunwoo, pushing your knees even further apart. Gunwoo eased off your neck for a moment and stroked two fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness on his fingers and the smile on his lips turned your head. Gasping, you pushed through your back as he suddenly sank two fingers into you and began pumping them into you.
"Gunwoo... Oh... Fuck," you moaned as you clawed at his biceps and moved your hips against his hand.
"You like that, huh? My fingers deep in your pussy?" he murmured in a soft voice, as if he was talking to a puppy or a kitten.
Woojin watched as Gunwoo's fingers disappeared into your wet cunt, creating naughty wet sounds, while your whole body trembled and by now his cock was so stiff that he could hardly stand it anymore. Gunwoo suddenly pulled his fingers out of you so that you were forcibly thrown back into reality and could only watch as he pushed his fingers into his mouth and licked your wetness off of it.
"She tastes like candy," he gushed, and Woojin grew more impatient.
"I need to taste her so bad..." he growled, kneeling down in front of the canapé. Without further ado, he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge so that his face hovered in front of your exposed cunt.
When his tongue met your clit, your eyes were already rolling backwards and when he then also sank two fingers into your hole and pumped them into you at an unholy pace while sucking on your clit, you couldn't stop moaning his name. He ate you out as if his life depended on it and as your hand sped into his curls and you pulled on his strands, he growled into your pussy. Gunwoo meanwhile went to work on your breasts, taking your nipples in his mouth, sinking his teeth into your sensitive skin and groping your whole body with his big hands.
"You're god damn gorgeous," he grunted, sucking so hard on your neck that you trembled. You felt your high rolling in record fast and Woojin worked your throbbing pussy only more intensely. His tongue slid over your bundle of nerves and his fingers hit the spots that drove you crazy every time.
"Faster... Woojin please," you begged and the sound of his name spilling from your lips had his cock aching against the fabric of his way too tight boxers, shoulders aching as he hammered his fingers into your pussy even faster, almost hoping you'll break for him.
Gunwoo palmed himself through his shorts by now, as he was more than aware of the sounds of Woojin devouring your pussy and your naked body just stretched out and ready for them.
Your vision was blurry by now, but when you felt Gunwoo's hand in your hair you looked up at him.
"Are you our good girl, princess?" he asked in such a low voice that you could only nod breathlessly. All you could do was cry in gargled whimpers, writhing around as Woojin focused on sucking the life out of you, his hands now on your hips, holding you still.
"Then open your mouth suck my dick, like the little slut you are," he purred, kneeling beside you, pulling down his shorts and holding his massive cock in his hand. A strangled gasp escaped you as Gunwoo put the tip to your lips and spread precum on it. Overwhelmed, your eyelids fluttered as you licked his slit and he tangled one hand in your hair, slowly pushing his length into your mouth. As he nudged your throat, a gag escaped you, making him groan loudly. You braced yourself against his thighs as he began to rut into your mouth. He was so thick that you quickly stopped breathing. In addition, your whole body tensed as your orgasm threatened to wash over you. Desperately, you squinted your eyes as Woojin didn't let up. He noticed how your legs began to tremble around his head and sucked hard on your clit. your whimpers stuttering as he continued to suck, flicking his tongue against it before sucking again. You gripped the pad beneath you, shutting your eyes tight and moaning repeatedly around Gunwoos dick as Woojin devoured you. Gunwoo noticed it too and paused from his slow but deep thrusts into your throat, holding you by the hair, his tip still pressed tightly against your lips as you came whimpering loudly. He studied your expression closely, trapped in the cage of pleasure and pure bliss.
As you slowly came back down from your high, Woojin licked clean everything he had caused and looked up at Gunwoo.
"Fuck you have to taste her! Her pussy is addictive."
Woojin chuckled contently between your thighs, his fingers pulling your folds apart to show Gunwoo the way your juices dribbled out of your leaking hole. He teasingly blew a puff of air over your sopping cunt, enjoying the way you writhed beneath him.
Completely attuned to each other, they changed places while you swam on the edge of reality, unsure if you would ever forget the feeling if pleasure flashing through your veins like lightning. You had never come so hard and that had only been Woojin's finger and mouth.
Gunwoo took a seat between your legs, grabbed a handful of your ass and pulled you closer to the edge until his mouth met your pussy. Directly you saw stars and when his tongue penetrated you, his deep humming filled your body. Somehow you felt Woojin's mouth on your neck, nibbling on your skin, stroking your tits and you were closer to heaven than ever before.
An unintelligible mass of words, curses and their names escaped you as you pushed his face deeper into your cunt with one hand in his hair. His nose bumped against your clit as he licked deeper and deeper into your hole and the knot in your belly tightened burning.
That's when you felt a rougher grip in your hair than Gunwoo had before. When you looked up at Woojin, you already saw that he was holding his cock and palmed himself. It wasn't as thick as Gunwoos length, but longer and even now you didn't know how to survive it.
"Don't leave me out, open up for me baby!" he demanded and pressed his tip against your lips. You saw how you got him worked up and as he tilted his head, taking in the sight of your fucked out facial expression, even though they hadn't really done anything yet, he was sure not only to be satisfied with a blowjob today. He tapped at your lips with his angry red tip, his eyes wide with demand.
You couldn't help but obediently obeying like the good girl you were, you parted your lips for him, taking the tip of his cock with ease. With uneven whines of pleasure, you stuck your tongue out to lick up his length. Slobbering messily, you smeared a mixture of precum and spit all over your chin.
Woojin tangled his fingers into the strands of your hair, guiding your head, watching your lips stretched around his dick as he pushed himself down your throat.
Tears welled up in your eyes and the naughtiest sounds escaped you as he began to snap his hips against your face. Your slurping noises and stifled whimpers only seemed to spur Gunwoo on, as he gripped his hands tighter into the flesh of your thighs and sinked his whole face into your pussy, licking as deep as he could.
Woojin grunts, feeling you swallow around him. He liked the way your eyes clouded with tears, the way you looked at him with such urgency when you needed to breathe.
"I think she's about to cum," Woojin gasped between his deep thrusts into your throat, and Gunwoo hummed in response, continuing to penetrate you with his tongue.
"Gunwoo tongue-fucking you real good, huh?", Woojin pressed out and pushed you all the way onto his cock so that your nose bounced against his lower belly and the world around you blurred. Gunwoo meanwhile withdrawing his tongue from your pussy and spreading your lips to start sucking on your clit again, a scream ripping from your throat from how amazing he was making you feel, as Woojin roughly pulled you back by the hair in time and pulled his dick out of your mouth to look at your face as you crumbled beneath him. Gunwoos mouth and tongue still torturing you. You'd long accepted that you were going to have to just cum for them. It's something they made sure you understood from the beginning. You came not for your own pleasure but because they wanted to see it. Like hungry lions they were just waiting until they pushed you over the edge each time. Your high shook you and your eyes rolled back as Gunwoo obsessively pressed his mouth on your pussy again. Woojin watched with satisfaction as you recovered from your climax, continuing to hold you by the hair so as not to miss any detail of your flushed face.
When you were gradually able to think clearly again, your legs were still shaking and the boxers were looking at you with a gentle smile.
"Holy shit," you sighed, running your hands through your hair and looking Gunwoo in the eye as he climbed back up to you.
"Was that good?" he asked, though he could read the answer on your face and body.
"That was sick," you murmured, and that's when his lips crashed down on yours. You could taste yourself on him, his hands tight on your hips and your head fogged with lust and desire.
"You didn't think that was it, did you?" asked Woojin suddenly, after the boxers had exchanged a meaningful glance. Even if you saw clearly again, your head was still filled with absorbent cotton. Before you could inquire, Woojin grabbed you by the hips and threw you over his shoulder. Grumbling, you drummed on his back as he carried you into the mansion, Gunwoo close behind you.
"Put me down! I can walk myself!"
He didn't even seem to have a little trouble carrying you up the stairs, and when he just laughed throatily, you got all hot.
"Don't act like you don't like being bossed around. You were just fucking begging me to finger you faster," he said and your head glowed with shame and arousal. In truth, you had never experienced anything hotter than being used by the two of them and everything inside you was screaming to finally be fucked.
He carried you to his and Gunwoo's room, threw you on the kingsized bed and climbed between your legs to kiss you. Demandingly, he slid his tongue into your mouth without hesitation, grabbed your hips and rubbed his hard dick through the fabric of his shorts against your thigh.
You sighed softly and your cunt contracted demanding. You wanted to feel him, deep inside you even if his size was already scaring you.
Gunwoo closed the door behind you and sat down on the chair beside the bed, watching you intently. Woojin kissed the red marks he and his best friend had worked into your skin all over your neck and breasts, then looked at you.
"What do you want, princess? Tell us so we can make you feel good. We're here just for you."
His voice was rough with lust and you melted under the gaze of his gemstone eyes. He couldn't get enough of the sight of your soft skin, pleading eyes and legs spread over the bed. He looked at you through half hooded eyes.
"Oh yeah? You're selflessly dragging me into your bed?" you asked cheekily, wandering your fingers down his stomach until you slid them into his waistband. He smelled seductively woody and of honey, which immediately gummed up your mind. Worse than any alcohol.
Woojin grinned crookedly and put a hand around your neck to push you back onto the mattress. You could feel how impatient he was.
"Answer him!" sounded Gunwoo's voice, low and rough, and you shuddered.
It was enough to make you gulp and the heat between your legs pulsate.
"Fuck me. I want my bodyguards to fuck me until I can't walk," you whispered and immediately fire shot into Woojin's eyes. He looked to Gunwoo, whose dick was massive and powerful in his hand.
"You want to start?" he asked him, and you got goosebumps. Gunwoo shook his head and smiled gently:
"You start. I'll take her after you stretched her for me."
Woojin nodded with a dirty grin, looked down at you with an intimidating stare, and flipped you onto your stomach by your hips with lightning speed. With a gasp, you felt him grab your hips, pulling you toward him until you were propped up on your elbows and your ass was sticking up in the air in front of him.
With one hand he pushed your torso into the mattress, with the other he pulled off his boxers. Your body trembled when you felt his tip at your entrance. He covered it with your juices, letting it brush up and down between your folds, and his tip alone would stretch and ache you, you knew for sure. He wasn't as thick as Gunwoo, but he was longer and you'd never had such massive cocks before.
"Look at the little princess..." he said teasingly to Gunwoo as he continued to tease you with his tip at your entrance, rubbing along your clit.
"Ready and desperate for us to fuck her brains out."
He had wanted you like this since he saw you that morning, ass in the air as you did your early morning exercises. But now you were even hotter, pussy messy and dripping and already spread from his fingers. He had an urge to spank you, punish you a bit for being so dirty, for teasing him for so damn long, but his balls are so heavy with cum that he needed to pound into you, like he needed to breath.
"I'm trying not to break you," he growled, and that's when he started to penetrate you. You whimpered softly as he began to push his tip inside you.
Your face was pressed into the mattress and you could only look at Gunwoo, who was watching intently as Woojin sank inch by inch deeper into you. Your body trembled and your walls began to pulse painfully.
He dug his fingers into your hips so you couldn't get away and pushed his length incessantly into your aching hole. Directly your field of vision veiled as inch by inch he seemed to tear your insides apart, regardless of your whimpers and gasps.
You clawed at the bed sheet and just as he disappeared halfway inside you, he paused to sigh softly:
"Holy shit. Your so tight. The best pussy I ever felt..."
You managed to take a quick breath and adjust to his size as a naughty moan was ripped from you as he thrusted completely into you unannounced. Your widened eyes met Gunwoo's as he palmed his hard dick and watched you in overwhelm, moaning softly.
"Oh fuck... Woojin it's too big," you pressed out overwhelmed, between whimpering and gasping. Subdued, you moaned out, clawing your hands into the mattress until his thighs bumped against yours. You felt his balls pressed against your clit and he pulsed deep inside you. Then he leaned over you until his mouth hovered next to your ear. He kissed your shoulders reassuringly and murmured:
"Shh. I know baby girl. Take it like the little whore you are."
Your breath caught as he slid out of you and slammed into you again. This time faster as your arousal was already dripping out of your cunt and as soon as he started thrusting into you, your eyes rolled back.
"Fuck so good," he gasped and Gunwoo started moving his hand up and down his cock, turned on by the way his best friend was destroying you from behind.
Then he started moving his hips steadily, he gripped your hips tightly and after just a few thrusts you thought you were going to burst. Every movement electrified you and soon all you could hear was your moans, the slap of his hips against your ass and his low growl as he took you hard and deep from behind. He could feel the thick veins that ran along the length of his cock rubbing against your walls with every plunge, and knew you could feel them too. Your hands were already slipping against the sheets, searching for some kind of sanity to cling on to as he fucked you senseless. All the while, you watched Gunwoo who couldn't take his eyes off of you, and as you narrowed your eyes at your third orgasm, Woojin grabbed your hands and yanked them out from under you, leaving you fully at his mercy.
"Look at Gunwoo and show him how good I'm fucking you!" he panted, seeming to reach deeper with each thrust. He moved his hips roughly and quickly. By then he was holding your wrists with only one hand, reaching for your face with the other, bending over you and turning your head until your lips collided. He was starving, keeping your face in his iron grip so he could take what he wanted so bad. Your lips were soft but eager, following his movements, trying to keep up. It was sloppy, a clash of tongues and spit smearing across cheeks. But you tasted so good, felt so fucking good bouncing against him. He twisted one of your sensitive buds, thumb and forefinger plucking and pulling as you moaned all breathy and light.
He gasped and clawed his fingers into your hips so hard it hurt, but you were hardly aware of anything except the enormous bliss that mixed with the pain into a pleasant mass.
He filled you up completely, messed up your insides and with every thrust you were more on fire.
The room was filled with slapping skin, the wet sound of your cunt and your sinful noises. You were seeing stars by now and he was just stepping it up a notch, slamming into you like he was trying to win a race.
Your cheek rubbed against the sheets with each time and your mouth was open as his name rolled from your lips like a desperate prayer.
The knot in your stomach tightened firmly and you could see Gunwoo's heated gaze as he watched closely as Woojin's cock disappeared into your tight hole and penetrated it.
Your back ached and Woojin was sure he had never seen anything more beautiful than your cockdrunk face, your body bent just for him and your ass slapping steadily against his hips.
"How does she feel?" asked Gunwoo, sliding his hand along his dick, edging himself.
"Incredible. So wet... So tight. Fuck she's crushing me," he gasped between thrusts, letting his hips snap deep inside you several times, hitting the sensitive spot each time, sending you into a different atmosphere.
With your hands behind your back and Woojins cock squeezed at your tense walls, he snapped his hips hard against yours a few more times before his movement became chaotic and sloppy.
By now your arousal was flowing down your thighs and had he not held you upright by your arms, you would have simply collapsed while the orgasm almost overtook you like an avalanche. The world was enveloped in a glistening white light and Woojin pushed you over the edge as you moaned his name so sinfully that he would probably never forget it. He felt your walls tighten around him and your body spasmed.
"It's okay baby girl! Come around my cock! Let me fill you up," he moaned and that's when the knot in your belly snapped into white glowing hot pleasure. You screamed, your next orgasm explosive your eyes rolling so hard it hurt, your entire body shivering as you tried to handle the pleasure.
Your orgasm made your entire body tremble and the expression on your face, pressed against the bed sheet, your eyebrows drawn together accusingly and your features contorted with desire, that's when Woojin came too.
With a loud grunt he came deep inside you, but he didn't stop, not even as thick ropes of hot cum filled your already gushing pussy and spurting out onto his stomach, onto your thighs. He was unrelenting, keeping you both within the throes of orgasmic bliss with his cock plunging inside of you over and over again. His hot cum mixed with your juices and spilled out of your cunt as soon as he pulled out. The sight made Gunwoo clench his teeth. Sweat stood on Woojin's forehead and he looked at what he did with satisfaction.
Taken completely by surprise, you stayed flat on the bed, trying to calm your breathing, but the orgasm left you drained and shaking, your eyelids fluttering and your fucked out face. It was a glorious view and he gently turned you over onto your back, brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your lips with so much affection that you felt quite comfortable.
"Are you all right?" he asked, kissing your neck, stroking your sides and calming you.
You nodded weakly and gradually you came back to reality. Gunwoo stood beside the bed, his throbbing cock heavy in his hand, and your body immediately responded by letting the arousal run between your legs again.
"Do you think you can really take both of us?" he asked challengingly and the mocking grin on his lips, made the pride and lust return.
"Of course..." you said, and Woojin tilted his head a little, his eyes shining energetically, and he grazed your neck with his lips.
"So you want Gunwoo to fuck you too?"
Quickly you nodded and looked at Gunwoo, who looked impatient.
"Such a good girl...", Woojin purred and stepped back to make room for Gunwoo, who was lunging over you as he did at noon today, spreading almost innocent kisses along your jaw. You felt his tip at your entrance and your body responded without you being able to do anything about it.
You wrapped your legs around his hips and there he pressed his tip into your aching hole. "Fuck, I guess we're wrecking her tonight?", Gunwoo chuckled , biting his lip at the sight of your pussy spread so wide open for him.
As he stretched you open, the initial thrust inside is slow and sharp. He smelled pleasantly sweet of fresh strawberries and cinnamon, which immediately got you hooked. He was big, shifting his hips slowly for you to take it all in. He intercepted your moans with kisses until you were moaning into his mouth, fingers clutched tightly in his back and barely able to perceive the world around you anymore. He moved his hips fluidly, almost artistically, finding the sensitive spots that made you fly every time. There he worked it down your body again. His eager, hot mouth enveloping one of your nipples and sucking. His tongue flattens, nibbling on your heated skin and swirling around your nipples, fast and rough until you were whining, your cries came with every thrust. You were the perfect picture, everything even more incredible than either of them had ever tried to visualize. He felt unlike anyone you had ever been with. Beside his kind nature there was a sadistic edge to his slowness, dragging each stroke as if he wanted to slide over every nerve in the tight depth of your cunt. Your body was out of your control by now, the coil in your belly so tense that you feared fainting with the next orgasm, while your brain was just mush.
"Gunwoo, you're gonna fucking break me!", you sighed and moving your hips against his, without a chance of resistance.
His muscles under your skin felt warm and protective. You sucked him right in, all tight and warm, gummy walls spreading to fit snugly around him. Your moan was swallowed down his throat as he pressed his mouth to yours again, brutal and quick. But somehow sweet and intense.
"Don't act all surprised, you wanted this. You were the one driving us crazy all along," Woojin said from his place on the chair where he watched you two fucking tightly entwined.
He was right. You wanted this, but you never thought that both of them were so good in bed and fucked your mind out with ease. Gunwoo smiled and his breath bounced against your lips as he held your hips as your body's were completely melted into each other. He lifted your hips a little with both hands to sink even deeper. Directly your eyes rolled back and only incoherent sounds passed your lips anymore. Enchanted by your beauty, the warmth of your cunt and your body that he never wanted to let go of, he pressed his lips hard on yours again as he felt your body trembling beneath him and your fingernails digging deeper into his back.
You gasped into his mouth, unconsciously raising your leg up to wrap around his waist tighter as he supported you with his arm, your fingernails clawing at his shoulders as you felt yourself reach your climax, the coil in your tummy snapping.
"Fuck she's crushing me," he moaned, coming deep inside you moments later. Overwhelmed, your breath went rattling and you tried to gasp, clutching tightly. You didn't know if minutes or hours had passed as Gunwoo rolled off you and stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. You could not yet comprehend what had just happened. Only when Woojin slipped into bed next to you and pulled you in by the waist until your back was pressed tightly against his chest did your pulse gradually calm down. It was pitch dark outside and their bed seemed more comfortable than your own right now. Gunwoo moved close to you so that you could lay your head on his chest and feel his heartbeat with your hand. So you fell asleep tightly embraced, exhausted and overwhelmed. You felt safe and secure. A Feeling that you had been missing for a very long time and that was all the more beautiful now that you perceived it again.
You fell into a dreamless deep sleep and when you opened your eyes the next morning, it took you an eternity to realize that the ringing noise did not come from you imagination. Sighing, you felt Woojin's arm wrapped tightly around your waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck, and Gunwoo was also still fast asleep, one hand on your hip.
The events of last night were burned into your memories like brands and you would probably feel the traces of that night for days to come. But then the front doorbell rang again and finally even the boxers slowly woke up grumbling.
You managed to free yourself from Woojin's grasp and push Gunwoo's massive arm aside to slip out of bed. Quickly grabbing your robe from your room, you sleepily hurried down the stairs as the doorbell continued to ring.
"Yes, yes! I'm coming!" you called out, and when you saw your sister on the display outside the door, you breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as you opened the door, she was already rushing in.
"You're not awake yet?" she asked incredulously, heading straight for the kitchen to make herself some coffee.
In fact, it was unusual for you not to be up at this hour. You were an early riser, always full of energy. But after last night, you were glad to be able to walk upright. Hyun-Ju turned to you and leaned against the kitchen counter. She looked around the apartment in wonder.
"Where are your bodyguards?" she asked curiously, and you automatically pulled your robe tighter around your body.
"They're still asleep."
Suspiciously, she looked at you properly for the first time. There from second to second the questioning look turned to recognition then to disbelief.
"What's that on your neck?" she snapped, and you jerked back a step as she tried to touch a spot the boxers left on your neck with her finger.
"Nothing!" it escaped you too panicked, too quickly. She furrowed her eyebrows and grabbed your robe, pulling it down a bit. Her eyes went wide and her mouth was open in bewilderment.
"Holy shit!"
Directly you slapped her hand away and took her now full coffee cup to drink it yourself.
"Which one did you lure into your bed?" she asked directly and you tried to hide your grin by taking a big gulp from the coffee mug.
Because you couldn't answer without grinning like an idiot, she scrunched her nos in disbelief.
Slowly she began to realize it. She could always read your thoughts on your face.
"Don't tell me you have...", but she didn't get any further, because now Gunwoo and Woojin also came strolling down the stairs. Their hair messed up, yawning and Gunwoo wearing sweatpants while Woojin was only in his boxershorts. When they saw you they greeted curtly and Hyun-Ju could almost grab the smell of sex in the air as they smiled amusedly at you as you passed.
"Good morning Hyun-Ju. Boss," Woojin said, and Gunwoo pressed his lips together to avoid looking too guilty. But Woojin's satisfied look in your direction was enough to prove what was obvious anyway. The hickeys on your neck, your hair all messed up and the tiredness on your faces was proof enough. She even got a good view of the scratches all over Gunwoos back, as he walked out of the door.
As they sat down with their coffee outside, your sister whirled back around to face you.
"Both of them? All at once?" she hissed and you laughed softly.
"You're unbelievable..." she exhaled heavily, shaking her head. The two of you looked out onto the terrace where the two boxers were chatting, offering a picture like something out of an erotic novel. Upper bodies exposed, muscles glistening in the sun and hair a mess from sleep.
"For not wanting them, you like your bodyguards quite a bit now, don't you? I must admit they are quite pretty toys" sighed Hyun-Ju, and you cleared your throat with rosy cheeks.
"Maybe. Just don't tell Grandpa... Otherwise, he'll take them away from me."
When your eyes met, you grinned like an idiot and you two couldn't help but snorting with laughter at that.
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Gun Woo NSFW Alphabet (Bloodhounds)
Pairing: Kim Gun-Woo (Bloodhounds) x Reader
Rating: Fluffy Smut
Word Count: 3.6k (!) (turns out I fancy him a lot)
Author's Note: I finished Bloodhounds on Netflix last weekend and have thought of little else but the two bestest bros in the whole Bloodhound world <3 So requests for Gun Woo and Woo Jin are officially open, and since I am genuinely not sure if there's ever been a character on Netflix as attractive as Gun Woo he gets to go first, and a Woo Jin NSFW Alphabet is on its way too (amongst my usual shows content too) :)
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A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Sweet, loving, gentlemanly Gun Woo would be all about that aftercare. He might not know exactly what he's supposed to be doing at first, but you can guarantee he'll pull you tightly against his chest, muscular arms wrapped around your shoulders keeping your ear pressed against him, listening to his nervous but ecstatic heart hammering in his chest. A man of few words he'll let his body do the talking, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, running his broad hands over you, soothing any aches his firm grip could have left, and smiling down at you with endless warmth and appreciation that he gets to be in this position with you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Gun Woo has put a lifetime of effort into his body, and he's pretty happy with the physique it's left him with, but in particular he'll love how you make his arms feel. When he gets to squeeze behind you when you're distracted by something and wrap them all the way around your waist, easily lifting you into the air if he wants to steal your attention but doesn't know how to ask for it. The way he can easily cage you against a mattress by placing an elbow either side of your head, or lift you against a wall if he thinks that's what that playful look in your eye is begging for. Even just walking alongside you and feeling you loop your arm through his as a reminder that you're there for him and he's there for you, something his arms can do that doesn't require strength or violence.
Gun Woo will worship every inch of your body, but your hands are where he finds his gaze drifting before he ever has the nerve to hold them. He's never known someone with such a gentle, caring touch, the delicate way you brush a hair from his face or carefully clean him up after a fight, making him wish he had even more scrapes and bruises. As you get closer and find yourself resting a hand on his arm or thigh in a compassionate moment, you'll be able to feel the way he tenses and then melts into your touch, the complete opposite of how people would usually lay their hands on him. And the first time your fingertips skim over his thighs and take his length in your palm he could have sworn he'd never felt better in his life, fighting his fluttering eyelids so he can keep his gaze fixed on how big he looks in your sweet hand.
C= Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
A shy boi through and through, Gun Woo would feel very uncomfortable making a mess with you initially, the thought of filling you with his cum equal parts tempting and unacceptable. But you know from day one that you're Gun Woo's first and you want nothing more than to feel and taste every part of him, so you shrug off his offer to wear a condom, and ride him to the point he spills inside you, seeing his cum dripping out of you and feeling so fucking close to you that he quickly overcomes any worries about it, using his fingers to push it back inside you, knowing now that's exactly where he belongs.
D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Before you came into his life, Gun Woo was a beacon of restraint and self-control, rarely having a sexual thought or touching himself at all. Now that he knows how perfect it feels to be buried between your legs, to see your sultry smile as you rub him off, to hear you pant and gasp as he tastes every drop of you, he struggles not to think about you all the time. More often that not when you start sleeping over he'll dream of you touching him and wake up with an erection, aching for attention. You can't watch a film settled in his lap without him getting himself all worked up and throbbing for you, desperately hoping you can't feel the drops of excitement leaking through his sweatpants, mortified at his lack of control around you, feeling like a dirty sex pest. He'd never tell you when he's feeling like this, although you'll quickly notice the squirming, and nervous brow furrowing, having to 'accidentally' rub your ass against him until he lets out a pained groan so loud he has to address it. He'd be so apologetic, not realising how hot it is that he's so obsessed with you, and you'd practically have to beg him to let you take care of it, all guilty thoughts finally emptying from his head as you climb knees his knees and take him between your lips, finally giving him some much needed relief.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Between part-time jobs and his military service, he's never really had the time or energy to put towards having a girlfriend, and Gun Woo's not the one night stand type despite his god-like looks. When he realises you could be the person he finally loses his virginity to, he'd have a very awkward conversation with Woo Jin to get his advice, given he's had slightly more success with the ladies, so he feels a bit more confident about making you feel good. When it comes to it, he'll be clear that you have to tell him what you like and don't, viewing you as the most important interest he's ever had to master, and studying your every reaction to his touch ever so happily until he's a true expert in making you feel amazing.
F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)
Gun Woo would crave the connection that comes from eye contact and seeing your blissed out expression during sex, so he's probably a big fan of missionary, happy to use his well trained muscles to rock above you for as long as you can take it. He also loves when he has you on his lap, using one strong arm to bounce you up and down while his free hand plays with your clit, watching and feeling you fall apart around him as he kisses down your neck to your chest, wishing you never had to be any further away than this.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Sex isn't something that Gun Woo takes particularly lighting, feeling like it holds a lot of meaning for the two of you since you were his first. You'll have to get used to seeing his adorable happy face in bed though, which sometimes has you giggling as he grins like he's never been so happy every time he undresses you, without fail.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)
Gun Woo keeps himself tidy and clean, wanting you to feel as comfortable with him as possible and to make himself the most appealing to you he can be.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
It's definitely a hugely intimate act for Gun Woo, getting to worship your body and share his with you, to feel closer to you than he's ever felt to anyone. He'll look almost reverent as his hands carefully explore every curve of your skin, your body entirely perfect to the sweet boxer who doesn't seem to realise just how gorgeous he is. He'll love to thread his fingers through yours when he's getting close, lips finding yours greedily as he finally stops forcing his eyes open and lets the sensation of your soft, warm, clenching walls take over.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He wasn't one to masturbate before you came into his life, more than anything just because his mind never really thought of sex much before he realised just how incredible it could be with the right person. But now when he finds himself all worked up by just spending time in your intoxicating proximity, he'll occasionally dive into the shower first thing in the morning and let the sweet thoughts of whatever you two did in his dreams last night fill his head and bring him release, gaining just enough control over himself to go back out and face you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Given how statuesque this man is, it's safe to assume he's got a bit of size kink, loving how big he feels when your perched on his lap or stretched out underneath him. He loves watching his sizeable length slowly slide into you, the way you squirm as he stretches you out, picturing how deep he must reach as he traces a finger down your stomach. He also inadvertently becomes obsessed with cockwarming with you; at first he just couldn't bring himself to pull out of your velvety cunt when he was done, wishing he could just stay inside you all the time, knowing nothing has ever felt that good. And so when you line him up with your entrance as soon as you wake, once you've noticed his pattern of morning excitement, he'll happily slip inside you laying there and peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses for as long as he can take it until he grips your hips and starts rolling them against his, thinking you are a saint for putting up with his insatiable lust for you.
Finally I think it's safe to assume there's a praise kink going on here; tell him he's making you feel good and he'll moan happily against you, tell him he was amazing when he's finally done and he'll be immediately ready to go again, wanting to show you just how amazing he can be.
L = Location (favourite places to do it)
Never one to take much of a risk in this area of his life, you two usually wait until you're safety home to one of your places before you fall into bed together, sometimes only making it as far as a coach or armchair before you need to feel his skin against yours. The one exception to this is when he is convinced to have a drink with the Lil Group Heir at his club and suddenly he knows he can't wait until you get home when you look that beautiful and just smell so perfect. He'll find a private VIP room, and drag you inside, your underwear barely down your legs before his tongue is between them.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Honestly, just being near you is enough to get him on his way to fantasising about feeling you on his fingers. Sometimes the more gentle the touch you give him, fixing his hair, zipping up his jacket for him before he heads out the door, placing the slightest kiss on a bruise to 'help it heal better' and the blood will be flushing to his cheeks and his manhood before he can stop it. He just loves the way you take care of him, so used to being the one to help others, and it makes him want to take care of you right back.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
As much as he loves lifting you into his lap or feeling his weight on top of you, Gun Woo wouldn't ever want to really use his strength in the bedroom. The thought of hitting or restraining you would take him out of the safe and loving world you create for him in a life so influenced by fighting, so he much prefers soft, sensual touches that have both of you smiling like fools in love.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
When Gun Woo realises how much of a reaction he can get from you by going down on you, it becomes a must every time he gets you into bed. He lives for the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of your thighs trembling by his ears as he slips a finger inside you and his tongue laps at your clit, the way you pant his name as you cum for the third time that night before he's even taken his sweatpants off. It feels so good to slip himself inside your soaked pussy that he wants to make you as ready as possible before he finally thrusts inside you.
He's such a selfless sweetheart that he wouldn't ever ask for you to go down on him, always insisting on focusing on your pleasure, and being so painfully hard by the time you're ready that you don't often get the chance to give him head in the early days of your relationship. Eventually on one of the mornings when he's doing a terrible job of pretending he's not throbbing in his pyjama shorts, you'd convince him that you really want to do it for him and he'd relent in his desperation for you, eyes falling wide open as you settle between his meaty thighs and lick a long teasing stripe up his manhood. When he feels you slip him between your lips straight to the back of your throat, it's like his whole body relaxes, every drop of tension melting away, except his balled up fists which fight to make this heaven last just a moment longer. He would finish very quickly, barely with time to warn you, something he immediately tries to apologize for before he sees you swallow his load and give him a satisfied smile that might be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. After that, you'll make sure you give him much more attention in the oral department.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Despite his overwhelming strength and agility, Gun Woo much prefers to take things slow with you, wanting to enjoy as much time together as possible and draw every ounce of pleasure from the experience as he can. Sometimes to stop it coming to an end for him too soon, he'll still his hips inside you mid-thrust and bring his hands to cup your face, pulling you in a heartfelt kiss, lips capturing yours for what feels like hours until finally he picks up his pace again, satisfied he can make you cum again before he does.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Once Gun Woo's inside of you, he doesn't want the moment to be over quickly at all, so he doesn't tend to indulge in quickies if he can help it. If you're in the mood and you've got somewhere to be, he'd much prefer to go down on you and ignore his own pleasure, and if the positions are reversed and you can actually get him to admit that he's horny, you'll take the chance to use your mouth on him instead, knowing he struggles to last very long once he feels your tongue on him.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Too much of Gun Woo's life has been dominated by risk and danger for him to find much sex appeal in that, so while he'll happily try a new position for you, he's not one to try anything risky, preferring to focus simply on connection and pleasure.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
At first it's difficult for Gun Woo to last very long inside you because you just feel too incredible and the poor boy can't keep hold of himself for very long. With a bit more practice, like any athlete, he becomes much better at knowing when he needs to slow down or change things up, and now he really could last all night if you wanted him too.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Gun Woo would have never seen a toy in his life if it weren't for you. It's not that he doesn't like them or that he feels threatened, but I think he would want there to be nothing between the two of you, the way his fingers and mouth explore you expertly is more than enough for the two of you in the bedroom.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
His great purpose in life is to please and help you, so Gun Woo's not one for teasing. If you tried to explain it to him you'd be presented with the blankest possible face and asked "why would I want to do that when all I want to do is touch you?" The best you can hope for is him obsessively making you cum on his fingers and tongue over and over again until you literally have to beg him to actually fuck you. On the plus side, you get all the fun of teasing him when he's clearly in the mood but doesn't want to be a bither, wiggling in his lap and 'accidentally' grazing his bulging shorts until he's so achingly desperate he looks like he might cry and finally you can make your move and pretend you've only just noticed.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He's not one to groan loudly or moan over and over, instead you'll get little whimpers when something feels so good he thinks he might fall apart instantaneously. He'll want to sing your praises when you're together, but it usually just comes out in little choked gasps of your name, or short words like 'perfect', 'so soft' or 'too good'.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for this character)
Gun Woo always smiles like an absolute fool when you agree to come running with him in the morning, valuing the precious time together, doing one of his favourite things and being healthy and active with you. He'll always be a gentleman and keep at the pace you set, stopping without complaining when you need a break and claiming that's the speed he would run at anyway. The only time you've ever made him admit he was slowing down for you, you suggested you have a race home at the end of your run. He was all ready to be a gentleman and let you win, until you said if he won your race, you'd join him in the shower when you got home. After a moment of pure stunned shock at your words, his head filling with a thousand sordid images, he was off. By the time you got home, Gun Woo had beaten you there, lit a candle and got the shower running, holding a towel out to you with a bashful grin as you stepped through the front door.
It was his first time in the shower with you, and with the water trickling down your body it was like seeing you naked for the first time all over again, his heart hammering in his chest, feeling wholy undeserving of everything you do for him. That feeling would only grow as you took the time to massage shampoo into his hair, soapy body rubbing against his and you let your hands drift down to his shoulders, massaging the tender flesh under the warm water and hearing breathy pants creep from his lips as the sensations washed over him. As you take his twitching length in your soapy palm, rubbing it over a few times and licking your lips hungrily, he would snap into action, lifting you against the wall until your legs found his waist, making quick work of stretching you out with his fingers until he could finally push himself inside you, the water making him even more sensitive. From that day on, Gun Woo would do everything in his power to never take a shower without you, claiming he needed your help to wash his hair.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
Gun Woo is a greek adonis of a man, every muscle well built from years of training, and it would be safe to assume this towering man has a sizeable package that you might need a bit of time to get used to. Don't be surprised if you can't walk after your first time together, but at least he can carry you everywhere.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Gun Woo is never not yearning for you. It's not just about sex, although the feeling of being deep inside you is something he'll never take for granted, it's about the intimacy and safety and connection in that moment with you. Of Gun Woo being able to make you feel good, while he also feeling amazing himself, like the whole outside world disappears and he is just in his happy place with the person he loves, that sweet dopey grin never leaving his face, no matter how long you're together.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Years of training means that Gun Woo has more energy and stamina than the average person, so wouldn't necessarily be quick to fall asleep after sex. Instead he takes a lot of joy in feeling you curl up against his glistening bare chest and slowly drift off yourself. He feels so privileged to be the one you feel safe enough to do this with, smiling up at the ceiling as he listens to your gentle breathing and thanks every star in the sky that he found you, and that this is his life now.
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Ryu Si-Oh/Kang Nam-Soon one-shot
Background: I'm working on a sort-of alternate universe series for Strong Girl Nam-Soon; where the main couple is Ryu Si-Oh and Kang Nam-Soon. For some reason, it's harder for me to start at the beginning and write chronologically so until I figure out how I want things to begin in this AU, I'll just post the cute/fluffy one-shots that pop into my head.
Prompt: Ryu Si-Oh takes Kang Nam-Soon on a date… but she doesn’t realize it’s a date of course.
Nam-Soon uneasily glanced around the dimly lit restaurant, fingering the lining of her well-worn skirt. The restaurant was spacious enough to seat several tables with room to spare, but the shadows, spacing, and building architecture still made it feel cozy somehow. Several windows were slightly opened to allow a gentle breeze that was cool but not chilly, and soft jazz music enveloped their table from all sides. She wasn’t dressed poorly, but certainly not fancy enough for a place like this. She’d tried to protest when the company car had pulled up to the entrance, already clocking how high class it was but Si-Oh insisted that what she wore was perfectly acceptable.
All this for a work dinner, she thought with exasperation. Si-Oh must really want that steak he mentioned on the way here. When she looked at the menu, she was simply overwhelmed by the options listed in gleaming gold font - and the prices.
She must have made a face because Si-Oh asked “Is something wrong?” The man had a way of pinning down exactly what she was feeling, and he seemed just a bit tense at her silence since they sat down.
She shook her head immediately in response, but also rolled her lips in a pensive expression. She decided to go with a half-truth. “There are so many options… I’m just not sure what I would like.”
So-Oh’s semi-concern melted away at that. “Ah, would you like me to make some recommendations?”
“Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” She sighed in relief, handing the menu to him gratefully.
He scanned it briefly before asking a few exploratory questions - Did she like pasta? What was her favorite meat? Did she prefer soup or salad? Umami or spicy flavor profiles? Once she had answered all food-related inquiries, he made a few suggestions for an appetizer, entree, sides, and desserts, to which she readily agreed.
Once the waiter - who had seemingly materialized out of nowhere - had taken their order and left them to have some privacy, Si-Oh leaned in and fixed his unwavering gaze on her.
She found it slightly more difficult to swallow.
“Tell me about yourself. How are you…” he paused heavily. “… the way that you are?”
Nam-Soon heaved a sigh and leaned her elbow on the table, resting her chin on the open palm of her hand.
“I wish I had an interesting story to tell you, truly. Maybe something with radioactive spiders or laboratory experiments-“ Si-Oh’s shoulders twitched at that; Nam-Soon didn’t notice. ”-but I’m just me. I’ve always been like this, at least as far back as I can remember. Which is around 6 years old. That’s when my parents found me.”
“Found you?” Si-Oh asking curiously.
“Mm.” She nodded. Nam-soon stared at him for a bit longer and Si-Oh waited, obviously expecting her to continue. She still didn’t really know how to talk about this with people she didn’t know well just yet. But she found it easier to just rip the band-aid off and put it out there. “I was found wandering in the Mongolian plains when I was 6 years old, by my mom and dad. They didn’t know who I was or where I came from, and they didn’t speak Korean so it was … a while before we were able to really communicate.”
Si-Oh was listening intently, thoughtfully absorbing everything she said. It struck him viscerally how frightening that must have been and how truly awful it could have ended for her. After all, he knew better than most what kind of people could benefit from coming across an unchaperoned child.
“Your … mom and dad”, he said haltingly, wanting to mirror the language Nam-Soon used to talk about the parents she so obviously adored. “Did they go to the police? Or any state officials?”
“Oh yes,” Nam-Soon rushed to explain on her parents' behalf. “It was more than a day's ride between where they found me and anyone who may have access to information on missing children but my dad made the trip as soon as I was settled. He stayed in town for three days talking to the police and anyone else he could get a hold of, but there was nothing. There was no report, nobody looking for their missing daughter, no one new in the area, nothing. On the fourth day, he gave the police pictures of me and his contact information and came home. They didn’t hear from anyone for weeks, and after making several calls and sending messages that went unanswered for months, they eventually stopped trying. And I can’t blame them for that, really.” She smiled warmly, cheeks flushing a pretty pink, and Si-Oh felt a frisson of electricity streak up his spine at the tender look that crossed her face. “Perhaps I would feel differently if they treated me poorly or if I felt like I was missing out, but I didn’t - I was happy. They treated me as their own and after a while, well, honestly I was theirs. And they were mine.”
Nam-Soon pictured her mom and dad's faces, warmed by the sun, wrinkled with age and laughter. “When I got old enough to get curious about it, they asked me if I wanted them to go looking again. But I said no.” Si-Oh was surprised at that and said as much.
Nam-Soon shrugged her shoulders in response. “I won’t lie and say I didn’t think about it at all, but I was content with the way my life was. I had loving parents, a close community, and good friends. I was afraid that if I did find something, then it would change everything; I would be completely uprooted from my home. And if I found nothing, I might be terribly disappointed that no one had been looking for me, that I hadn’t been missed for nearly an entire decade. So I chose not to. And I haven’t regretted it since.” Nam-Soon declared brightly, nodding in satisfaction with her own logic. "After all, you can't change what's happened in the past. You can only move forward, with purpose."
Si-Oh should have been frustrated at this information; should have been annoyed that the secret to her strength couldn’t be sniffed out easily, but instead, he found himself wanting to know more about her, about her life and her thoughts.
“How was it, then, growing up in Mongolia?” Nam-Soon glowed with pride as she began to talk of her hometown and the people there. And Si-Oh, who had intended to use this dinner as an opportunity to gain more insight into her abilities … was utterly captivated by stories of her childhood.
He barely noticed when the server arrived at their table with their food.
Once their server had once again departed, Nam-Soon took the opportunity to give as good as she got.
“I feel like I’ve been talking about myself the whole time, why don’t you tell me about yourself?”
Si-Oh picked up his silverware and began to cut into his steak as he tried to think of an answer that would both satisfy her curiosity and not be an outright lie.
“There’s not much to know about me-“, he began. Nam-Soon’s eyebrows jumped up in incredulity. “I had a normal childhood. I knew from the time I was young that I would go into business, and so every decision I made was to serve that purpose.” He took a bite of bloody steak before glancing at Nam-Soon and paused as he saw her facial expression.
She was staring at him with a tiny wrinkle forming between her brows. Her hands were still at either side of her plate, utensils at the ready.
“That’s … all?” Her voice was soft and low. He enjoyed the sound of it.
He gave a small chuckle before asking, “What else is there?” An emotion he couldn’t label streaked across her face, and she looked down quickly to work at cutting her fish fillet. She took a bite and seemed to be mulling something over as she chewed. When she had finished she looked into his eyes and asked, “Do you do anything outside of work? Have any hobbies?”
He didn't have to think to answer this one. "I work out a lot; I attend many classes that cover several fighting styles, from boxing to Taekwondo. If I'm not working on company business, I'm probably fighting. And if I'm not fighting," his voice deepened as a subtle twist of his mouth, barely noticeable, betrayed a sneer of contempt. "I'm probably asleep ... or dead." In that moment, his expression was as cold and cutting as a bitter winter wind. Nam-Soon was completely taken aback by the barely concealed resentment that seemed to ooze off him like a miasma.
As she had done many times in her life, Nam-Soon spoke before she could think not to.
"That sounds ... really unfulfilling." She wished she could snatch the words back as soon as they tripped from her tongue, but it was too late to backtrack, so she held his gaze and waited for his response.
His reaction was ... surprising, to say the least. The laughter that catapulted from the back of his throat was loud enough to startle the people at two tables near them, as Si-Oh shook his head in confoundment. Nam-Soon bit her lip in consternation.
As his laughter quieted, he reached for his wine, taking a sip of the maroon liquid before locking his dark gaze with hers once again.
"You're honest to a fault, Kang Nam-Soon. I like that about you. I've been around too many liars for far too long." His words were light and unbothered, but she swore she could lighting crackling through the iris of his eyes.
"I don't mean to be insulting," she said sheepishly. "Sometimes I just speak before I can filter. Gets me into trouble sometimes."
Si-Oh shook his head, waving off her unspoken apology. "I'd rather someone be honest and insulting, than dishonest and flattering. Fake compliments, fake smiles, empty promises ... they can be found everywhere in this industry. It's how you do business and learn the trade, climbing off the backs of others that put you there. Eventually, you get so far removed from the people you struggled with at the bottom that you forget the mask you created is for your own protection, as much as theirs. Anyone can tell an easy lie with a smile. It takes real integrity," he lifted his wine glass towards Nam-Soon, tipping it in her direction as some would a toast, "to tell an uncomfortable truth with a straight face."
Nam-Soon felt oddly warmed by his praise and ducked her head in shyness, tucking her hair behind her ear. Another thought occurred to her and she glanced up at Si-Oh, not surprised to find his eyes still trained on her with laser-pointed focus. She was beginning to recognize how the weight of his gaze felt when he was watching her, without seeing him do so. He made her feel examined, and pinned into place, like a butterfly on display in a glass case.
She leaned in closer, emulating the same posture he presented when he wished to convey sincerity.
"When you speak ... it sounds as if you have a feeling of disdain towards the work that you do. So, why do it?"
His head cocked to the side. "Do you only do things that you enjoy? That bring you happiness?"
She smiled and huffed a breath in humor, "No, of course not. I'd lead a pretty privileged life if I only did the things I thought sounded fun. But generally, I do try to avoid things that I think will make me miserable in the long run. I try to make decisions that will put me in a comfortable position. And with the way you talk ..." She trailed off, not wanting to be more blunt than she already had been.
But Si-Oh took it all in stride. He leaned his body backward into his chair, nodding his head in a contemplative manner before leveling her with a frank expression of discernment. "And you don't think that's a privileged position? To be comfortable?"
Her first instinct was to push back against that assertion, to argue that being comfortable was a natural state of being. But the words wouldn't come out, and the longer she thought on it, the more she realized he was right. Some people had no choice but to be uncomfortable, usually by circumstances beyond their own control.
Si-Oh watched the emotions play across her face like an open book. And felt stimulated in a way he hadn't experienced in years.
Eventually, she nodded in his direction, saying only "I concede your point", in response to his question.
Her surrender thrilled him, satisfaction blanketing his body like a warm shawl. So clever. So honest. She was even more mesmerizing to him now than when he had first seen her at the warehouse, leaping into action like an angel of heaven.
The ravenous beast inside him growled in hunger. Miserable bastard that he was, he wanted her. And he would find a way to have her.
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Brawl || Jung Taeju
Pairing: Jung Taeju x GN! Reader
Warnings: Mentions of blood, fights, betting, etc. (Please let me know if there is anything else)
Summary: Dongcheon’s medic gets to watch a gym fight.
Word Count: 1.2K
Authors Note: This is part two to ‘cuts and brusies’! Also I have no concept of Korean money, so keep that in mind for this fanfic lol
My Name - Masterlist , Part One, Part Three
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It had been about a week since I stitched up Taeju’s face. I haven’t seen him much since then, but I understood why. He’s a busy guy, he doesn’t have time to come and see me every day, as much as I wanted him to. Though he did show up outside my door yesterday, so that I could take out his stitches. The wound healed well, and it wasn’t infected, which meant he hadn’t been doing anything stupid.
I got a call today from Mr.Choi. Originally, when he asked me to come to his office, I had assumed that he had gotten injured somehow. Though, when I arrived at his penthouse, he was completely fine, but the gaggle of men inside the room wasn’t exactly a pleasant surprise.
“You asked for me?” I called when I entered the room, and all heads turned to me, which made me feel a little awkward. All of the men in the room were wearing suits, so I assumed that the meeting had to be something important.
“Yes, we figured that you could be of use” Mr. Choi began to explain. He went on to say that I would be tasked with being the Medic for this month's gym fight. Meaning that I would have to bandage up every single guy that got injured during the fight. Personally, I don’t think fighting in order to win time off was a very healthy work-life balance, but that might just be me. I wasn’t in any place to deny his request, since I needed money, and I could only imagine the pay this job would get me, so I agreed. Though I wasn't exactly happy with having to work on so many people in one day, I was excited that I got to see the fight in action. Usually, I wasn’t involved, because my medical office was based in the hotel, which was quite far from the gym.
~~~
The day of the fight arrived pretty quickly, and when I entered the gym on the day, I began to grow stressed about how many guys there were standing around the arena. Surely I wouldn't be helping them all? Though, I didn’t think the injuries would be that major.
Standing with so many of the important people felt very intimidating, especially since I was the only one not wearing a suit.
“You’re wearing scrubs?” I heard someone whisper to me, and I didn’t even have to look to know that it was Taeju. When I did turn to him, I was pleasantly surprised.
“You’re wearing a turtleneck” I laughed, making him look down at himself. “Looks nice” I added, just so that he didn’t think I was insulting him. He seemed to relax at those words. “And what’s wrong with my scrubs?” I asked, huffing when He chuckled at me. Originally, I had debated wearing something else, but since I was working, I thought that wearing them would be more appropriate.
“Nothing. I thought you would wear something nice” He said, and I already knew he was joking, but I scoffed regardless.
“Hey! I look great and you know it” I answered, smacking him on the arm as I spoke. He didn’t respond, but since he didn’t deny it, I took the silence as agreement.
“Are you betting on them?” He questioned after a second, and I raised an eyebrow at the question.
“We can bet on them?” I asked, and he nodded. I eagerly tapped my pockets in an attempt to find my Wallet, though I deflated slightly when I realized that I had forgotten it. “I forgot my wallet” I mentioned, trying not to sound too disappointed about it.
What I didn’t expect was for him to pull out his wallet and hand me 50,000 won. “Seriously? You’re just giving me money?” I asked, looking at him as if he was stupid. I don’t know how much these guys end up betting, but the fact that he didn’t seem fazed by giving me money, meant that this was definitely the minimum spending price. Sometimes I don’t have that much to spend on groceries, let alone wasting it by betting on people.
“Well, I’ll be winning it back anyway” He answered, a smug look on his face as he placed the note into my hand. I laughed at his confidence, but nodded anyway.
“Alright, you’re on” The group of suited men all stood around, surveying the younger dongcheon members to figure out which one would win them money. Taeju and I joined in, looking through all the guys to find the one with the most potential. That’s when I spotted her. “I’m betting on her,” I said, mostly to myself, although Taeju had been close enough to hear me. I could basically feel his distaste for my choice.
“I regret giving you money” He commented, and I chuckled at his complaint, walking away so that I could place the money he had given me into the betting pile.
~~~
The fight was intense. At first, when people started bowing out, I assumed that I had to start helping. Though, Mr.Choi told me to wait. Obviously I agreed, since I wanted to see who won.
Taeju had voted for some guy wearing red pants, as had some of the other guys . I didn’t know what his name was. Originally, we had all thought that he had won, and I was ready to be mocked for the next few hours, though, Mr.Choi pointed out something interesting. “The kid’s still standing” His words filled my body with a type of adrenaline that I had never felt before. She was still standing, and I still had a chance of winning.
The next minute was filled with yelling and screaming, mostly from me, but Taeju didn’t seem too pleased with losing, so he was more involved than he had been before. Though, eventually, his guy got knocked out, his head connecting with the floor harshly. “I won!” I squeaked, throwing my hands in the air as Taeju deflated in his seat. Sure, it was good that the girl won, but this is about my win now.
~~~
My win had been triumphant, and I won the whole pile of money, which I was very smug about. Though, now I sat on the floor of the gym, cleaning wounds and bandaging up people’s heads, along with getting whined at as if my child had stubbed their toe at the park.
“I have to say, you deserve this, '' Taeju said from across the room, his arms crossed as he leant against the kitchen door frame. He had decided to stay with me, under the reason of ‘driving me home when I’m done’, which I don’t think even I believed, let alone Mr.Choi.
“You are such a sore loser” I chuckled, finishing up the bandages that needed to be put on the last guy's head wound, and letting his roommates take him upstairs. “What I really deserve is a kiss from my boyfriend for doing a good job today” I said as I got up, walking over to him and pulling him close by his blazer.
“I don’t remember being your boyfriend” He commented, pointing out how we hadn’t got around to talking about that.
“Oh? Are you not? Never mind then” I scoffed playfully, turnin to walk away, only to be pulled back into his chest by the end of my shirt.
“Wait” He muttered, and I chuckled at how eager he looked. “I want to be your boyfriend” I grinned at his words, placing my hands on his cheeks and leaning in to kiss him. Although I needed to breathe eventually, pulling away felt like way too soon for my liking.
Though, as I caught my breath, I muttered “Take me home?” Hopefully he understood what I was trying to say. Luckily, he did.
“Of course”
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boohbear19 · 1 year
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Baby Girl
@tifacloudswife asked:
Hey girl! It’s not AIB (but will def request that later tooo) but could you do a Gwi-NamxReader fix? It can be smut, romance, angst anything you want I just want a fic of him thank youuu! Your writing is awesome 😎
Thanks for the request! I’ve been wanting to write a Gwi-NamxReader fic for a while now!🤩
Genre: Romance-Ish, Smut, and before the apocalypse!! 
⚠️⚠️Warnings: Bullying, anxiety driven, verbal abuse, rough play, smut, heavy make out,  unprotected sex, fingering, choking, biting, nipple play, dirty talk, oral, Not proof read, and language. -YOU’VE BEEN WARNED 💖
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School sucks. It absolutely sucks. As much as you tell yourself it will get better, it doesn’t get better. Why? Because of one fucking person. 
Yoon Gwi-Nam. 
One of the biggest bullies at Hyosan High School, and you were one of his favorite victims. Unfortunately for you it was almost impossible to avoid him during the school day. He was in four of your classes and sat behind you in every single one. If you managed to get a seat in front of someone, Gwi-Nam would simply shove them off so he can sit behind you. 
On top of that, Gwi-Nam also had the same lunch period as you. Most of the time as sad as it was, you would sneak and have your lunch in the girl’s bathroom. Or not eat at all, depending on how anxious he made you feel that day. 
The worst part was you had a huge crush on him. Despite how much he teased and harassed you, you were completely smitten over him. It was wrong, so wrong and you knew it and you didn’t want to like him. You’ve tried so many times but it was impossible since you saw his face everyday. Why did it have to be the bad boys that were so attractive?
Your crush for Gwi-Nam made you feel pathetic and hopeless, you didn’t dare to tell your parents or your friends. Word spreads fast at Hyosan high and you were not going to give Gwi-Nam another thing to harass you about. 
Attempting to swallow back the stubborn lump in your throat, you had to first period. Your hands shook as you grasped the straps of your backpack. It was Friday, you just had to get through today and then it would be the weekend. 
Math. History. Science. English. Lunch. Then your three afternoon classes that were Gwi-Nam free and you were done. You could do this. Who knows maybe he skipped school today, it wasn’t rare for him. 
Despite the classroom being empty, your heart was already racing with anticipation of the possible encounters you’d have with Gwi-Nam today. Glancing over at the clock on the wall, class started in fifteen minutes. It wouldn’t be long before other students started piling in. 
“Hey, baby girl...” 
You stiffen from the sound of Gwi-Nam’s voice, you could feel your stomach twist in a tight knot as your hands gripped the edge of your desk tightly.  You had to compose yourself, he wanted to feed off your fear. If you could just stop showing him how afraid you were of him, he would get bored and leave you alone. Right? 
“Not now, Gwi-Nam.” You vowed, trying to sound braver than you felt. 
Gwi-Nam raised his eyebrows as a smirk spread across his handsome face. He was amused by your attempt of standing up for yourself, he found it adorable how you failed so miserably at being tough. 
Gwi-Nam grins, instantly sensing your fear that was also slowly turning him on. He loved every time you averted your gaze from him, bit your lower lip nervously, and crossed your arms over your chest. You were so pathetic to him it was adorable, and what you didn’t know is he wanted you. Badly. 
He grabs you roughly by the hair, forcing you to look up at him. His dark eyes shone brightly with lust and mischief. 
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s rude look away when someone is talking to you? Show me some respect.” He sneered, his lips spreading into a grin. 
“S-sorry..” You mutter softly.
“What was that?” He cupped his ear with his free hand. “I didn’t hear you. Speak up, love.” 
“I said sorry!” You raise your voice, “Can you please let go of my hair? That hurts.” 
Gwi-Nam laughs as he obliges. He then struts over to the wooden classroom doors, you narrow your eyes as he closes them both and pushes two tables behind both of them. Barricading the two of you inside the classroom. 
“What are you doing?” You ask, as you feel your heart starting to race.
If he started to beat you or strangle you right here, nobody would be able to come in to save you. 
“What?” He asks, his voice dropping with innocence. “A guy can’t have some alone time with his girlfriend?” 
“G-g-girlfriend?” You repeat, your mouth dropping open. 
“That’s what I said.” He replies impatiently, as he walks back over to you. He leans forwards planting his hands on both sides of your desk and caging you between his strong arms. 
He looks down at you, his dark eyes wander from your pretty face to your breasts as he inches his face closer. 
“I know you like me, y/n....” He whispers. 
You nearly choke on your own saliva as your breathing grows rapid. What could you say? You were a terrible liar and he wasn’t wrong. You were very attracted to him. 
“Is it that bad that I just want to spend a little time with you?” He gives you a charming smile as he tilts his head to kiss your neck. His grin grows wider from the soft gasp that escapes your lips. 
“Sweet little, y/n...all mine....” Gwi-Nam coos as he starts to kiss down your neck slowly. “You don’t have to be so afraid of me baby girl....” He whispers deeply, you feel his hand at your hip that makes you flinch. 
“I would never hurt you....”
“Then why do you tease me?” You ask, wishing you didn't because this makes him pull away from your neck. “
He looks down at you almost in shock. You weren’t sure if he was faking or if it was genuine. 
Baby girl...” His voice softens. “Haven’t you ever heard that when a guy...” 
He pauses as his grip on your hips tighten before he lifts you up to sit on your desk. 
“It means....” 
You gasp as you feel him slip a cold hand between your thighs, you could feel his hard thumb slowly brush against your clothed clit. You bite down on your lower lip to stifle a moan. Gwi-Nam chuckles darkly as he leans in to nip your earlobe seductively. 
“...it means he has a big...big crush on her.” 
Gwi-Nam runs his finger slowly up your slit as he takes your earlobe in his mouth. You moan softly as he begins to suck on it. It was wrong, all of this but how could you say no? 
If he actually did like you would things be different from here on? You had no idea and it was hard to think of anything at this point as he started to diddle you through your underwear. 
He had effortlessly found your clit, drawing a louder moan from you as you squirm and wiggle on the desk. This makes Gwi-Nam grin before he captures your lips in his silencing your moans. Class would start in ten minutes, Gwi-Nam knew that he had to be quick about this but he was confident enough he could  make you cum faster than ten minutes. 
Gwi-Nam’s lips moved against yours confidentially, making it easy for you since you never even had your first kiss. At first you were worried about biting his lip or drooling but Gwi-Nam was already doing that for you. He suckled on your lower lip as he started to pull down your panties. 
You clench your legs together on instinct and look up at him with wide eyes. This makes him laugh. 
“Come on, open up for me baby girl....I want to see your wet pussy...” He licks his lip seductively, you could feel your own juices leak down your inner thigh. 
Before you even had the chance, Gwi-Nam pulls apart your legs with his hand as he bends down so his face is right by your pussy, eyeing it hungrily. 
“W-wait!!” You cry.
Gwi-Nam ignores you and thrusts his tongue against your clit, swirling slow teasing circles with his tongue. Your hands fly up to grab his long hair as you cry out a moan. Pleasure bubbles up to your core as he flicks and nips at the sensitive bud between your legs, your sweet juices soak his tonuge and make his dick twitch with anticipation. 
“Mmm...” He purrs against your pussy as he slips a finger inside of you, you squirm from the feeling. Sure you’ve touched yourself before but never like this and it felt completely different when someone did it for you. 
“Oh!” You moan helplessly, as Gwi-Nam begins to fuck you with his finger. He watches your facial expressions and your pretty lips form into an ‘O’ as he pumps his finger in and out of you. 
“You love it, you little slut. Don’t you.” He asks, using his free hand to unbutton the blouse of your school uniform. 
“W-we should stop...” You pant, even though you didn’t want him to. What’s the worst that could happen if the two of you got caught anyway? A week of detention? Suspension? Was it bad you wanted to risk it? 
No, we shouldn’t.” 
He grabs your breast roughly pulling out from under your bra and pops it in his mouth. You tug at his hair as you feel his soft wet tongue lap around your hardened nipple. He could feel the pulse of your heartbeat against his face as he suckled your breast roughly. 
He slipped another finger inside of you and increased his speed, the wet squishy sounds of your juices being pushed back from his fingers made his dick ache for you. He smirked against your tit as he felt you pulling at the long strands of his mullet.
You tasted amazing and you were beautiful, but he wanted more. He wanted all of you. He wanted no other man to have you and he was going to claim you as his.
Pulling away he unzipped his zipper slowly, eyeing your plumb and swollen breast that was sticking out from your shirt. He grinned seeing his own teeth marks on your soft skin.
“It’s your first time, isn’t it princess?” He almost sneers as he lowers his boxer briefs, your eyes widen as he pulls out his large erected cock. He was so thick and big you didn’t know how that could possibly fit inside of you. 
You could only nod as he grabs your face roughly in his hands. He crushes his lips against yours in a deep and possessive kiss as he presses the thick head of his cock against your inner thigh. 
“You’re mine. y/n. Understand?” He says against your lips. 
“Yes..”
“If I see you with another man, I’ll kill him.” 
“O-okay...” 
Not that it mattered because you hardly spoke to any other men anyways, and you only wanted Gwi-Nam. 
“Good girl...” He purrs before sinking his teeth into your neck, you flinch as his teeth pierce your soft skin, drawing blood. 
He starts to suckle at your flesh while he rubs the head of his cock against your wet entrance, it hits your clit and makes you mewl in pleasure from the stimulation. 
Gwi-Nam grabs your legs and wraps them around your waist before grabbing you by the neck and laying you down on the desk. You gasp realizing how much you like his cold strong hand wrapped around your throat.
Gwi-Nam only grins at how vulnerable you look with swollen lips and breasts, laying down in front of him with your legs spread out. 
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you....” He says, before pushing the head of his dick in your pussy, stretching out your velvety walls. 
You cry out from the pain as he thrusts his hips roughly against yours, sliding his entire long length deep inside of you. He could care less if it hurt and if you weren’t ready. 
He kept his hand around your throat as he started to thrust inside of you deeply, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes as he savored the feeling of your tight pussy around his cock. 
“Ooh fuck yes...” Gwi-Nam groans, as he rolls his hips roughly down against yours. 
You grab onto his wrist tightly as you needed something to hold onto to ease the pain. It hurt but at the same time you found yourself enjoying it. The sound of Gwi-Nam groaning deeply above you while he fucked you was the most attractive thing you’ve ever witnessed. 
“You’re a good little slut...” He says, slowly moving his hand from your throat to squeeze your breast. 
You arch your  back and start to moan loudly as he picks up his speed, going rougher and faster. Making the desk rock violently underneath you, this worries you as you grab Gwi-Nam’s long white inner shirt. You never knew why he didn’t wear his school uniform like everyone else or how he got away with it, but to you it made him look more sexy. 
The five minute bell rang from above causing Gwi-Nam to groan to himself. It wouldn’t be long before students started pounding on the doors to be let in,  along with the teacher. Not that he really cared.
“You better cum for me, baby girl.” Gwi-Nam says, bending down to suckle your breast. He lets you comb your fingers through his long hair, deciding that you have earned the privilege. 
The more Gwi-Nam thrusted in you the better it felt, as you were starting to adjust to his large size. You toe your curls and arch your hips as Gwi-Nam begins to hit your sweet spot, the both of you could feel your pussy tighten around his cock. 
“Gwi-Nam!” You moan, panting loudly. Your cheeks were a bright pink and parts of your hair stuck to your forehead. 
“Fuck...I’m going to cum...” He grunts, not even caring or asking if you were on the pill and unfortunately you were too caught up in the moment to realize. 
You pull at his hair as Gwi-Nam starts to slam into you. His hands hold your hips down against the hard desk roughly as he pounds into you violently, slamming his hips roughly against yours hard enough to leave bruises. He curses under his breath and groans as he thrusts out his orgasm, spilling his warm seed deep inside of you, 
“Ahh..fuckk...” He purrs, giving your thigh a slap as he rides out the rest of his orgasm. Your chest rises and falls with each breath as you watch the pleasure slowly drain from his face. 
He slowly pulls out of you with a groan before he helps you up to your feet. You pull up your undies and awkwardly smooth out your hair. You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you hear Gwi-Nam’s zipper as he pulls it up. 
“Hey.” He says, cupping your chin in his large hand. 
You swallow hard before looking up at him, you were in complete shock that he had just fucked you and took your virginity. 
“Next time, you’re going to cum. I’ll give you a pass since it was your first time.” He kisses you before you had a chance to say anything. 
There would be a next time? 
As Gwi-Nam predicted, students from the other side started knocking on the door. He rolls his eyes as he walks over to the wooden doors. You watch quietly as he pushes the tables out of the way. Before he unlocks the doors, he turns to look at you. 
“Sit your pretty ass down, baby girl.” 
You do as your told and quickly open your text book as students start to pile in. You hoped you looked like you were studying and not like you had just gotten fucked senseless two minutes ago. 
“What on earth where the two of you doing in here!?”
Mrs. Moon, your math teacher asks Gwi-Nam. You didn’t dare to look up from your text book because your flustered face would give it away instantly. 
Gwi-Nam only grins as he takes the seat from behind you. 
“Studying.” 
THANK YOU ALL FOR READINGG!! I hope you guys enjoyed! Requests are open!! 🥰💕
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love-me-a-lotta-whump · 10 months
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Still Trapped - At a Distance, Spring Is Green Fanfiction
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Whumpee: (여준) Yeo Jun played by (박지훈) Park Ji Hoon
Synopsis: Yeo Jun’s stay at the hospital was worse than what Soo Hyun had wanted or expected, somehow. The bar was so low, and yet, the experience dove deep and still managed to squeeze below it.
Maturity Rating: Both the drama and this fic are rated 15+
Words: 1,900
Chapter: 2/2
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Yeo Jun’s stay at the hospital was worse than what Soo Hyun had wanted or expected, somehow. The bar was so low, and yet, the experience dove deep and still managed to squeeze below it. Nightmares were a nightly occurrence. There was also sleepwalking every once and a while. It became less frequent as the stay progressed but it was bad. Especially at first. As Soo Hyun thought about it, one incident during the week after Yeo Jun’s leg surgery came to mind.
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Soo Hyun quickly rushed from the vending machine back to Yeo Jun’s room. He didn’t want to risk not being there when he woke up. The last time that happened, he came back to his friend shaking and crying. He knew he needed him there.
It would have been better if that was all it was.
As he turned the corner to go down the hall Yeo Jun’s room was on, he saw him stumbling through the door. He picked up the pace as he watched the nurses hurriedly swing around their desks and surround him. As he approached, he heard their murmurs clearly.
“Don’t touch him. He gets combative when he sleep walks.” One nurse who had her hand out to the rest stated.
“He what?” Soo Hyun stepped in between a couple of the nurses to see a disoriented Yeo Jun stumbling, not quite going anywhere. Soo Hyun started to try to guide his friend back to bed. “Yeo Jun, let’s go.”
A nurse put her hand out, stopping Soo Hyun. “You haven’t seen him do this yet? He’ll start swinging if you touch him. Wait for the orderlies to get here. They should be close.”
“The who? There’s no need for that. I can just-” Before Soo Hyun could finish his sentence, three very large men approached Yeo Jun and before he knew it, one had him fully surrounded in a bear hug. He struggled, pushing his arms as best he could, thrashing in the man’s hold all while begging to be released, desperately pleading for them not to beat him anymore. Unfortunately, this also meant he was kicking as hard as he could in his attempt to escape. The pain surged through his body, waking him up abruptly. His screams filled the halls. 
“We need to sedate him.” One of the nurses suggested. She must have thought she said it quietly enough that Yeon Jun wouldn’t hear but she would be mistaken.
It sent pure fear down his spine. He thrashed even more, consciously avoiding kicking his legs. His breaths picked up and became rapid. Despite his best efforts, the orderlies were too strong for him. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to be sedated again and risk having another nightmare. He knew that all he had to do was calm down and they’d release him but he couldn’t help it. The restraint was overwhelming him and being surrounded by hospital staff and patient visitors wasn’t helping at all. He was able to convince himself to stop struggling but he couldn’t stop the hyperventilation. He turned his head to face a visibly concerned Soo Hyun standing behind the nurses who had kept their arms out to keep him away.
He tried speaking, finally, desperate to be left alone, “No drugs. Please no drugs.” Tears streamed down his face. “I can’t have any more nightmares.” The words were distorted through his hyperventilation but he did what he could. He watched as one of the nurses continued fumbling with the needle and medication and it only made things worse. They weren’t listening. Why weren’t they listening? “No!” He had to at least try to get released. He struggled once more, thrashing every part of his body, doing his best to ignore the excruciating pain coming from his recently-operated-on leg.
The nurse plunged the needle into his body, injecting drugs and more fear into him. He screamed and cried, fighting the drugs as hard as he could. He knew it was a losing battle but he had to stay awake as long as possible. He couldn’t got to sleep. He desperately did not want to go back to sleep.
His movements became slower as his body slowly ceased its movements in the orderlie’s arms. He fell asleep as the tears fell down his face, the last thing in his blurred vision being his very concerned friend.
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The last couple of weeks in the hospital were still awful but much better than when he first got there and immediately after his surgery. The nightmares were less frequent, as was the sleepwalking. Yeo Jun’s leg would be in a cast for quite a while but they were saying he could go home soon so that was an improvement! Things were still a bit stressful, though, especially given that Yeo Jun’s doctor asked to speak with Soo Hyun. And only him. What would they even talk about? Why would they speak to him and not Yeo Jun?
Soo Hyun’s thoughts clouded his mind as he made his way back to Yeo Jun’s room, snacks and drinks in hand. As he entered the room, he quickly clocked the nurses doing their routine checks as Yeo Jun slept. It looked as if he wasn’t having a nightmare so that was good. He’d had them for the past couple of nights so it was nice to see they were taking a night off from tormenting his friend.
“His doctor is ready to speak with you. Do you have a second?” One of the nurses damn near teleported in front of him while he was in the middle of putting their drinks on the side table.
“Sure. I’ll just check on him real quick then head over there.”
“We’ll wait for you outside and take you to him.” The nurse smiled as the two began to leave the room.
As he exited, the two guided him to Yeo Jun’s doctor’s office and closed the door behind him, leaving them to themselves.
The doctor stood, extending his hands towards Soo Hyun. He politely obliged and shook his hand. Once the doctor motioned to the seat, Soo Hyun quickly sat with a slight bow.
“Dr. Min, I’m gonna be honest- I- I have no idea why I’m here. Shouldn’t you be speaking with Yeo Jun?”
The doctor laughed at his bluntness. “Believe me, I will. However there are a few questions I need to ask you as well as explain a few things to you so you understand the requirements for a proper recovery for Yeo Jun. He has you listed as his primary caretaker and he has signed documents saying we are allowed to speak with you regarding his overall treatment and medical history. Not only that but he has requested that we keep you updated. He said you tend to worry.”
That last line. Ugh. He couldn’t help but let a few curse words out under his breath. So what if he worries? He makes him worry.
“I can tell the two of you are close. In that case, I feel the need to be very up front with you. I won't sugar coat anything and it seems to me that’s something you can handle given your earlier introduction.” The doctor slid his glasses further up his nose before pulling a couple papers out of a filing cabinet under his desk. “After this incident, Yeo Jun will need a lot more help than he ever has. Our counselors have spoken with him multiple times during his teen years as well as a few times during his first year at your university. We know about his family’s situation, especially with that article coming out a while back.”
Soo Hyun’s heart dropped. It was never easy to continuously hear of his friend’s painful past. While it was something he had gotten used to, it was always difficult to bring back up.
“I’m sure you are aware of his PTSD due to his family situation, correct?”
Soo Hyun quietly nodded.
“Are you aware of his triggers?”
“Some of them. I know violence is one of them. He tends to be a bit sensitive to loud sounds and yelling as well.”
“I, myself, don’t know what all of them are as he’s a bit closed off about these things sometimes but those are a few I would have to agree with.” Dr. Min continued typing into his computer. “Given that you are aware of these things, I would ask that you keep an eye on them. His psychologist will speak with you about how to care for him with his PTSD but I also ask that you work with Yeo Jun, himself, in that area. He will know better than anyone how to properly look after him and what he needs. As for his leg, though, that will be my area of expertise that I can help you with. It will be a long process but you can help him in his recovery.”
“Understood.” Soo Hyun made it clear he was willing to listen intently.
“He tends to be stubborn about making appointments but please be sure he is going to his rehab schedules. His leg cannot function like it used to if he skips them. His body needs that work. It will be annoying and even painful sometimes but if he doesn’t do his physical rehabilitation, his leg will never be the same. Or even close to it.”
“There won’t be an issue. He will be at every single appointment.”
“Glad to hear it.” Dr. Min chuckled. “We are discharging him soon, however, he will still be in a lot of pain so we are prescribing painkillers. He needs to take them as directed or there could be issues.”
“Again, there won’t be an issue. I’ll be the one handling all of his aftercare so he’ll be perfectly fine. I am aware of the issues people can have with painkillers but I won’t allow it.”
“I trust he will be perfectly fine with you. I like your confidence. I’ll go ahead and print out this packet for you so you can have all of the information you need regarding Yeo Jun’s aftercare and send you on your way. How does that sound?”
“Very good. Thank you.” Soo Hyun took the packet he was given and quickly headed towards Yeo Jun’s room. He couldn’t help but think about a couple of the things the doctor had said. He understood being listed as the primary caretaker with their living together but he had no clue Yeo Jun would give him all those other things. He was allowed to and encouraged to know all of his medical history? The doctors had to keep him updated on everything? He already knew about the PTSD but the fact that his doctor had spoken with him about it and at length? Soo Hyun laughed to himself. With how long they’d been friends and how close they’d become and everything they’d been through together, how could he not wrap his head around all of it?
One thing was certain, though. Yeo Jun would be taking his medicine and making it to rehab no matter what. His main priority was helping his friend heal both physically and mentally.
Recovery would be difficult for the both of them but Yeo Jun won’t stay trapped forever if Soo Hyun has anything to say about it.
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unbloomedrose · 5 months
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Run run run y/n ! ", su hyeok screamed when he saw the zombies running towards us we ran fast as fast we can namra pulled my hand and ran pulling me with her we all ran inside a classroom and breath in and out geongsu locked the door and slipped down there breathing heavily Cheong San throwed the water bottle at him he grabbed it struggling and gulped it in a sec we all looked at each other then sighed
Hey you are infected ! ", nayeon screamed looking at me grabbing everyone attention onjo took her steps infront of me and changed my arms while looking in my eyes
Is that a bit mark ? ", she asked me as i shaked my heart as no
Ofc ! That's what a infected person would say
nayeon said making evryone look down then walked towards me grabbing my arms but before she could pull geongsu stepped infront of her pulling her from me she stumbled on her steps and glared at him
What ?! Don't tell me that you don't belie-.
I don't believe you at all ", geongsu said as he stood infront me
It's alright geongsu I'm fine I'll leave ", i said while walking away but he stopped me again
You don't have to leave just cuz that b*tch said y/n ", he said as he glared at her she gasped as she looked around to gain attention
"Tf you just called me? a*shole ! ", she said as she punched him as they fought with each other cheongsan screamed and stood infront of them as he pushed them away from each other ", stop it guys ! He screamed at them
Y/n ? Is that really a bite mark ? "He asked as he stepped closer to me
No ! It's not I was with you guys ..", i explained to them but they don't seem to believe I just smiled then walked to the door about to open untill geongsu stopped me again
Don't go i believe you
I can't stay with one person trust geongsu..",i said walking out of the class smiling at them one last time i ran out of the class sobbing on the way trying to forget that my own friends didn't believed me i ran ran ran and ran pushing all the zombies I was exhausted but still I ran I ran outside the school halls i saw a bat there I took it and swing it around the zombies face there I saw a small way to somewhere being scared I ran inside there
Shit
I cursed at myself when I saw lotts of zombies were coming towards me I ran into another side and there were none i sighed heavily as i sat there taking a deep breath sobbing my eyes out I was crying untill someone patted on my shoulder I got scared and about to swing the bat on that zombie but someone grabbed it and held it tight when i saw who it was it was a boy clothes dripping in blood one of his eyes are damaged he looked at me up and down
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Who are you ?"he asked as he pulled the bat towards him I got scared for dear life he stepped closer to me he smelled me and smiled creepily as I was shivering to dead because of his cold gaze
I'm --- ", i said as he raised his eyebrows in confusion
I've never seen you here before?..
I'm a new transferred student from ___ ", I said as he laughed giving the bat to me i smiled and thanked him as he looked confused ", did you just smiled at me ?", he asked as he looked at me with tense face
Yes is that wrong ?", I asked smiling at him
It's weird ", he said while yawning I took a teddy bandage from bag and sticked on his wood he frowned and stepped back but i stepped closer to him and sticked that bandage on his nose feeling proud I went back smiling he looked at me and then touched his nose glaring at me
Here have this with you this will help "I said giving the bandage to him he pushed it from my hand making me sad I looked away from him taking the bandage from the ground he glared at me again then I was about to walk away untill he said something
Where do you think you going ?
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raevior · 5 months
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jealousy - somun x reader
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warnings: drinking
genre/type: fluff, comedy, slight crack, jealous somun!! y/n
wc: 1k
synopsis: you and the counters get a new teammate, but he seems to grow a liking to you quickly. a liking that somun doesn't seem fond of.
title track: teddy bear - kim sejeong
a/n: hi all! since I made you guys wait forever for my last fanfic (go check it out) I decided to write a quick little one shot! I hope you all enjoy!
You and the counters scramble around the noodle shop preparing to welcome your new teammate. While Somun and Hana bicker about whether or not the decorations are centered, you help Ms.Chu and Motak set the table. 
You feel your phone vibrate and check the notification, “Guys! He’s one minute away!” Everyone drops what they’re doing and you all stand in front of the door, wanting to make a good impression on your new teammate. Somun notices that you’re feeling nervous, so he calms you down with a quick kiss and a smile. The counters are so desensitized to you and Somuns PDA at this point, so they continue shuffling around and straightening their clothes. 
The chairman walks in with your new teammate. He is tall with curly hair, but the most eye-catching part about him was the pore strip sitting on his nose. 
“This is your new teammate!” the chairman exclaims happily. You all bow and smile at him. He bows, “I’m Jeokbeong! It’s an honor to be a part of your team!” he says through a stutter. You all smile awkwardly, introducing yourselves. 
You bow again, introducing yourself. “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you Jeokbeong!” you say through a smile. Jeokbeong stares at you and Hana with his mouth open. The chairman laughs trying to shift the awkward energy until Jeokbeong exclaims that you two are beautiful. 
You and Hana laugh and thank him. Somun has never been the jealous type, so he pays no attention to this; he knows you are beautiful. 
Once everyone has introduced themselves, Ms.Chu motions for everyone to take a seat at the table to begin eating. You sit down first, waiting for Somun to sit next to you like he usually does, but the person who sits next to you tonight is not Somun. 
Jeokbeong sits right next to you and stares at you with a smile. You awkwardly smile and move over a bit since he was too close for comfort. Somun sits across from you, not paying mind to Jeokbeong once again. 
Secretly, you wish Somun was more possessive. You want to sit with him, but he’s too worried about the food in front of him to say something. So you allow Jeokbeong to stare at you while you all eat. 
With the 4 hours of talking and drinking, it’s safe to say everyone is pretty drunk. Jeokbeongs attention has been off and on between you and Hana, so you just assume he wants a new friend. 
He has made a few moves on you, and you have noticed Somuns patience running low. Jeokbeong has played with your hair, tried to feed you, and continuously complimented you the whole time he’s been here. 
You thought Jeokbeong was just being friendly, until he puts his arm around you, using the fake yawn method. You jump and go to punch his arm off, but before you make contact with him, he’s already laying on the floor wincing in pain.
You look at him with wide eyes, covering your mouth in shock. “Jeokbeong! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you that hard!” you say through panicked laughter, finding his situation funny. 
He sits up and stares at Somun. You turn to Somun, but he is sitting there eating like nothing happened. “It was him!” Jeokbeong yells, pointing his finger at Somun. Somun looks up from his bowl, trying to act innocent. You laugh, hitting his arm from across the table. “You didn’t have to try and kill him babe! I thought we agreed not to use our powers on each other.” you yell through laughter. Jeokbeong stops his whining immediately and stands up. “Babe?” he asks with an exaggerated rising tone. 
Hana laughs, pointing at you and Somun. “They’re dating” she explains to Jeokbeong. He continues his whining, crawling on his knees to hug you. Before he can touch you, he freezes. Somun is staring at him like Jeokbeong is asking to be flung again. 
“Do you want to die this time?” Somun asks in a serious tone. Even his seriousness scared you. A childish “Oooo” comes from Motak while he sits back enjoying the tension. 
Jeokbeong frantically shakes his head no and apologizes to Somun. “I’m sorry I didn’t know!” You all laugh, as all of this is happening while you’re all intoxicated. 
“Somun, I didn’t even know you could use your powers while drunk!” Ms.Chu speaks up. Somun chuckles softly and continues eating. 
Jeokbeong stands up and hesitantly sits next to you again, this time with a 14 inch distance between you two. Somun shoots him a playful wink, clicking his tongue. 
After about an hour and a half of everyone laughing and talking, it’s time for everyone to head to bed. Ms.Chu stands up, signaling for everyone to go to their rooms. While Jeokbeong stands up, she grabs him by his collar. “If you’re going to be a part of this team, you help me do the dishes.” Jeokbeong whines, watching everyone walk off to their rooms. 
“Goodnight Jeokbeong!” you say through a drunk slur; Somun closing the door behind you two. 
You sit down on the bed sighing. “So... what do you think of him?” you ask Somun. “I think... I don’t like him.” he responds while changing into pajamas. You laugh, knowing exactly why he feels this way. 
“Somun! You were so happy this afternoon. Plus Jeokbeong is drunk, I’m sure he’ll forget about it tomorrow.” you explain to Somun. 
This seems to irk him as he walks up to you. 
He grabs your face and places a kiss upon your lips. He pulls away staring into your eyes. “You’re mine, okay? You better hope he forgets tomorrow!” he whines. You laugh at his cuteness, nodding your head. 
“and if he doesn’t forget. I’ll kill him!” he says through a pout. You continue laughing, standing up to hug Somun. “Don’t worry,” you say reassuring him. “If he doesn’t, I can ask Hana to erase his memories.” 
“Hey, weren’t you the one saying we shouldn’t use each other's powers on each other?” he asks. “I’ll allow it this time” you say. 
Somun smiles, giving you another kiss. He grabs your hand dragging you to bed. He exhales, “Okay okay, let’s forget all about this,” You nod in agreement. “Goodnight, I love you.” he says. 
“Goodnight, Somun. I love you too” you respond, snuggling into his warm chest; falling asleep.
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