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Drive T
SNSD Kim Taeyeon x Male Reader
12,260 words (Co-edited by @capslocked and @sparkynsfws)
Wimbledon—one of the most prestigious tennis tournaments in the world, known for its rich history and iconic traditions. It's the highlight of the tennis season, where the best players from around the globe compete for the coveted title on the hallowed grass courts of the All England Club. This is where names are made, and where legends are born. From casual fans to hardcore tennis enthusiasts, everyone is eager to witness the thrilling matches and the breathtaking displays of skill the players unleash on the courts. And with only a few months to prepare, you do your best to be in your best physical and mental condition for the coming tournament.
That is… If you're one of the qualifying players.
Something suddenly hits your head, snapping you out of your daydreaming. It was a tennis ball, rolling down your face. It's not even a hard hit, but it sure is enough to knock you back to reality. You then scan the tennis court looking for the culprit. Not far from you stands a woman, one hand on her racket and the other on her hip, and she doesn't look pleased.
"Hey! Quit your daydreaming, will you?" says the woman, sounding annoyed.
"That was uncalled for, you know?" you retort as you rub the point of impact, a spark of irritation in your voice.
"I just finished warming up here and the next thing I know, you're in your own world!" she snaps back, clearly unapologetic for her errant shot.
"Well, if only you didn't arrive late, we could've started our practice session on time," you reply, trying to maintain your composure.
The woman doesn't seem to like your response and walks towards you, her face slowly turning red.
"So it's my fault that you scheduled our practice session at such an inconvenient time?"
"What? You told me that you're only available today and that you really wanted to practice," you protest, feeling both confused and frustrated.
"At fucking midnight?" she exclaims, raising her voice.
"Well, it's only an hour after…"
"11 PM, 12 AM… Whatever! It's late in the evening, you dumbass!"
She kinda has a point. Despite the great discount you received for renting the tennis court at nighttime, you begin to realize that scheduling a session close to midnight wasn't the wisest decision.And she has every right to be angry about the inconvenience.
You take a step back, realizing that this argument is getting out of hand.
"Alright, alright… I'm sorry, Taeyeon-noona. I should've checked with you first."
To your relief, her anger softens slightly, and she sighs.
"Well, we're way past that now. Might as well make use of the time while we're here."
"Thanks for understanding…"
"Just don't you ever do this again," she says as she points her racket at you, her tone still sharp. "Or I'll make sure to hit you harder next time."
"Okay. I get it," you reply, feeling intimidated by her fiery demeanor.
You were always intimidated by Taeyeon's fiery demeanor. As your former teacher and tennis club advisor, she's known to be as strict and disciplined. You can't forget the torture she put you through, but that didn't sway you from leaving the sport you're passionate about. And for better, or more likely worse, you and Taeyeon are still in touch after all these years. Maybe you could've found a better partner, but you've never been more comfortable with anyone else other than her.
You and Taeyeon proceed to continue your practice session on the tennis court. Both of you are determined to make the most of the remaining time and improve your skills, ignoring the tension that still lingers in the air. The court fills with the sound of powerful swings, focused footwork, and the occasional grunt of exertion as you both push yourselves to the limit. Well-deserved breaks are taken to catch your breath, sip some water, and exchange a few friendly jokes amidst the intensity.
After a few rounds of intense practice, the two of you decide to take a much longer break.
"Fuck… I need a break," you pant, collapsing onto a nearby bench.
"Jeez. You're tired already?" Taeyeon teases you, as desperate for air as you are.
"You're the one to talk," you retorted, throwing the tease back at her.
"Well, you're the one who keeps on making me run all over the court!" she grumbles as she retires beside you, pouting her lips.
"You gotta do what you gotta do," you reply, smirking.
"Yet I still won," she boasts, a smug grin spreading across her face.
"I only let you win, you know?" you shrug nonchalantly.
Taeyeon laughs out loud at your cocky remark.
"As if! You always trip when you're returning my drop shots."
"Hey… It only happened once."
"More like twice!"
You raise your hands in mock surrender.
"Okay… It happened twice. Happy now?"
"You bet," she continues to laugh. "God, that was funny."
Taeyeon can't help but giggle at your mistakes during the game. As much as you find her laughter infectious, her teasing you might have hit a nerve. You want to retaliate by telling her how equally awful she was at returning her serves. But maybe she deserves this after the earlier exchange.
"So, wanna do a few more rounds?" you propose to Taeyeon, eager to win against her.
"Already? Can't we relax a bit more?" she asks, her body still slumped against the bench.
"Come on. We still have a lot of time left," you urge her, giving her a good nudge with your elbow.
"Exactly! Can't we use the time to rest longer?" she complains, faking an exhausted expression.
You sneer at her, raising an eyebrow.
"Noona, please. Don't be such a baby. You're too old for that," you tell her.
She then lets out a loud gasp. You obviously hit a nerve.
"Hey! I'm not old, you fuck!" she exclaims, raising her voice.
You chuckle. "Yeah, but you're definitely older than me."
"I'm only 34!" she yells, her cheeks turning slightly red.
"You can even pass as my aunt," you joke, unable to resist pushing her buttons even further.
In a hurry, she ejects herself from the bench, ready to argue back.
"Listen here, you little shit. You can joke all you want, but I can kick your ass right here, right now."
Seems like your teasing had the wrong effect on Taeyeon. As if a fuse inside her was lit, she's ready to fight you with words, fists, and probably anything else she can get her hands on.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," you apologize, trying to appease her.
But Taeyeon's not having it, and she's still fuming.
"That's not gonna cut it, you asshole," she continues to rant. "Y'know what? Let's make this interesting."
You don't know what's going through her head, but whatever it is, you don't like it.
"What? Interesting, how?"
"Since you think I'm such a weak old lady, even though I've beaten you many times…"
"We're almost even," you interject, but she's quick to cut you off.
"Shut up! You're not helping your case," she barks, glaring at you.
You shut your mouth and let her finish.
"Anyway, I bet I can beat you in a singles match," she declares, her tone serious.
The proposition sounds appealing to you, but it does feel like you're being manipulated.
"You can't be serious, right?"
"Do I look like I'm not?"
You scan her face carefully. Her expression doesn't waver and looks dead serious. You begin to regret messing with her earlier, and you're unsure what to say next.
"Well?" she asks again, expecting a clear answer.
You can't help but let out a deep sigh.
"Okay… What's on the line, then?"
"The loser has to follow the winner's every command."
You're a little taken aback by the wager, not because it's particularly absurd, but rather that you can't believe how quickly she's able to come up with this kind of proposition.
"That… That's quite a bold bet," you say, feeling a bit intimidated by the conditions.
"Are you backing out already? I thought you're a better player than that."
"No, I'm not! I'm just… Surprised," you stutter, unsure if you're able to take the challenge.
"Don't be such a chicken," she taunts you, a devilish smirk forming on her lips.
The teaser now becomes teased, and her expression is the one that you would never want to see. She's ready to fight you, and not just with her words. You can sense her desire for victory emanating out of her, and that scares the hell out of you.
Suddenly, immense pressure is crushing you down, and you begin to doubt yourself. Taeyeon's always been a formidable player, even with her age and size. If it weren't for her teaching you, you wouldn't have learned all the tricks that you've used to win many matches. You start to regret your decision to play with her, and you have no choice but to swallow the lump in your throat.
"Alright… You've got a deal," you agree, taking the challenge.
She gives a smug grin.
"That's what I wanted to hear," she chuckles. "Well, we've got plenty of time. Shall we have a nice game?"
"I guess so…"
The two of you prepare for the match, putting your rackets and other equipment away. As you're preparing, a thought pops into your mind, and you have a burning question to ask Taeyeon.
"You do realize that a singles match is longer than doubles, right?"
"Well, we can adjust the rules. This isn't an official match, after all."
"Alright. So how do you want to do this? Best out of three sets?"
"Sounds fair enough."
With the agreement, you and Taeyeon prepare to take the court once again. Both of you are determined to win and get the advantage over the other.
You set off the game with your first serve, hitting a fastball to the far corner of the service box. Taeyeon returns with a strong swing, hitting a high-speed shot that you're unable to defend. She takes the first point.
"Shit," you curse under your breath, as the scoreboard shows 15-0.
You try not to lose your focus as you return to the baseline and prepare for the next serve.
You decide to be more careful, not wanting to repeat the same mistake. Your next serve is a lot slower and hits the back of the service box. Taeyeon's return is weaker, allowing you to defend easily. With the advantage, you go on the offense and score a point.
"Yes!" you celebrate, pumping your fist.
"Hey. Not bad," Taeyeon concedes, not wanting to praise you.
"You can't expect me to let you have the advantage all the time," you brag, not letting her dampen your spirit.
"Try me."
Those two words somehow have a strange effect on you, and your confidence quickly wavers.
You try to be a little bit more aggressive on your next serve, and she's forced to make a mistake, throwing the ball off bounds. The score is now tied at 15-30.
The two of you continue your game, fighting tooth and nail to get the advantage. You give your best and so does her. Neither of you are willing to let the other gain any sort of upper hand.
The score eventually reads 40-30, with Taeyeon holding the lead. A single point would end the set and give her a huge advantage.
The volleys between you and Taeyeon are fast and aggressive, but with a strong swing, she manages to catch you off guard, scoring the winning point. She wins the first set.
She cheers at her victory, a wide grin spread across her face.
"Not bad. Didn't think I'd get the first point, huh?"
"Yeah, but the first set doesn't matter," you retort, not wanting to get discouraged.
"Is that so, hotshot? You can try."
You grit your teeth, and you're not sure whether Taeyeon's taunt was meant to annoy you, but her words had its desired effect. You're now ready to prove her wrong and win the second set.
She starts off the second set, preparing for her next serve.
"Let's see if you can return this one," she challenges you with a sly smile on her face.
"Bring it," you reply, your focus unwavering.
Taeyeon lets out a fast serve, aiming for the corner of the service box. Luckily for you, you manage to read her serve and position yourself perfectly to return it with a strong forehand. A few quick exchanges later, you score with a cross-court shot to start the second set with a point in your favor.
It's now your turn to serve. You perform a tricky flat serve, hoping to catch Taeyeon off guard. She anticipates your serve, returning it with a well-placed backhand slice that lands just over the net. In your hesitation to reach the ball, you mistakenly returned it too high and Taeyeon seizes the opportunity, smashing with a powerful overhead shot. The score is now tied at 15-15 in the second set.
You didn't let this setback discourage you. Instead, you double down on your serve, determined to not repeat the same mistake. Taeyeon is also focused and prepared to return your next serve.
With a swift motion, you throw another fast serve, and Taeyeon returns it with a powerful forehand, forcing you to make a mistake. But you managed to return the ball at an awkward angle, giving her a difficult ball to return. You seize the opportunity and score the next point.
The tension between you and Taeyeon is at an all-time high as the second set moves closer to its conclusion. Each point is fought fiercely, and there are a lot of close calls. Neither of you is willing to concede even a single point.
With both of you on the verge of exhaustion, the match is now coming down to the wire.
The score is now 15-40. You need a single point to win the second set.
You have the opportunity to serve. Taeyeon prepares herself, ready to receive your next serve.
"Here goes," you mutter, trying to psych yourself up. With a powerful serve, you launch the ball over the net. You watch anxiously as the ball flies toward the opposite side of the court. She reacts quickly, running towards the ball and returning with a strong forehand. You are forced to return the ball with a lob.
In the air, the ball curves towards the left, landing just outside the lines. You can only hope that Taeyeon isn't able to return it. But with her usual finesse, she returns the ball with a backhand lob, landing just in front of you. It's your turn to seal the deal with a powerful backhand of your own that hits the corner of the court, earning you the final point of the second set.
You try to keep your composure despite the win, but deep down you're ecstatic.
"Nice job," she compliments you.
You only give her a nod in return.
"So, shall we start the last set?"
"Yeah. Let's."
The chill of the midnight air dissipates as the final set begins. With both of you equally fired up and determined to win, you prepare for the final round.
This is it. The last set of the match. There's no time to lose.
You take the serve, performing a tricky jump serve that she struggles to defend. With a powerful swing, you hit a fastball that she's unable to return. You take the first point.
Taeyeon's serving next. With a fast serve, she catches you off guard and you're unable to defend her serve. The score is now 15-15 in the final set.
The pressure is mounting on you as the set progresses. You want to win. You both do. But there's something in her that drains you of your will. You're not sure if she's just playing a good mind game, or if she really has the upper hand.
The turn to serve goes back to you. You're determined not to let Taeyeon get a free pass. With a slow flat serve, you try to catch her off guard. She returns it with a well-timed forehand. You quickly move towards the ball and return it with a sharp topspin that lands just inside the line. She's unable to return the ball and you score a point.
The score is now 30-15 in your favor. The momentum is shifting in your direction. But it feels as though it isn't.
Taeyeon's serving next, and she looks determined to break the momentum. She hits a fast serve, hoping to catch you off guard. You return it with a powerful forehand. But her next shot is even faster, hitting a topspin that forces you to return it with a weak lob.
At that point, she brandishes her trademark move.
She rushes towards the ball, winding up for a smash. You prepare yourself to counter her attack… Only for Taeyeon to swing her racket sideways as it falls down, hitting the ball with a strong topspin. In a rush, you chase after the ball, but it bounces erratically, almost at a 90-degree angle. Before you can do anything, the ball lands outside the line.
“Drive T” is what she calls it. Not only does she swings her arms in a T shape, but the topspin she generates causes the ball to draw a cross, or rather a small letter T, as it bounces uncontrollably on the court. It’s a move that is very hard to predict, both to the players and spectators alike. You’ve seen her used that technique on many occasions, both to intimidate her opponents and to finish the game quickly. It is her dangerous weapon.
And she just used it against you.
Your jaw hangs open in shock. You can't believe she did that.
"Now that's a topspin!" Taeyeon boasts, laughing.
As much as you want to respond to her, you're not sure if you can. As "friendly" as this game is, you can't help but feel a creeping sense of dread at how serious this is turning out.
The score is now tied 30-30. The tension is getting even higher, and your mind is racing. You want to win. You need to win.
You take a deep breath as you prepare for your next serve. As calm as you can be, you send the ball towards her with a powerful serve that sails all the way to the other end of the net. But with her quick reflexes, Taeyeon effortlessly returns the serve with a perfectly executed backhand. You send it back with a swift backhand of your own, making her chase the ball towards the sideline. She manages to get to the ball just in time, and with a flick of her wrist, she sends a sharp topspin towards your corner.
Your heart races as you anticipate the spin and speed of the approaching ball, adjusting your movement to counter her shot with a controlled forehand. However, as you send the ball back, she has positioned herself near the net, swinging it downwards with incredible power and speed. You already put all your strength in returning the previous shot that you have no more time left to react accordingly, making the ball slip past you and land out of your reach.
Taeyeon grunts with satisfaction as her shot gives her a crucial point, bringing the score to 40-30 in her favor.
You curse under your breath, realizing that you may have bit off more than you can chew. But you have no option to back down now. All that's left is to turn the tables and win.
You take another deep breath as you wait for her to make her next move.
Your eyes remain locked on Taeyeon as she prepares to serve, her intense focus indicating that she's not going to make this easy for you. What happens next is like a blur as the ball immediately zooms towards you the moment she tosses it into the air, not even letting it wait for gravity to pull it down. With her on match point, she has all the reasons to end this game as quickly as possible.
You quickly run to intercept the ball, swatting it with a powerful forehand. She stays on her toes, moving swiftly to return your shot with a skillful backhand slice that barely clears the net. The distance is quite the challenge, but it's something you can still manage. You make a sprint towards the net, just in time to hit it back with a drop shot that catches Taeyeon off guard. With her nimble feet, she manages to reach the ball, though she has to dive in for the last few inches just to keep the rally going. And with a desperate lob, she sends the ball soaring high into the air, giving you enough time to deliver a crushing overhead smash that lands just inside the baseline, completely out of Taeyeon's reach.
As the ball connects with the court, a sense of triumph washes over you, pumping your fist in the air. You managed to buy yourself some room to breathe in this fiery match and gain a much-needed point, leveling the score at 40-40. Taeyeon recovers herself from her dive, letting out a sigh as she recovers her breathing. You're exhausted yourself, struggling to catch your breath after the intense rally. But there's no time to rest. You lock eyes with her, both of your eyes burning with determination to win over the other. The next serve could very well be the turning point of the entire match.
Once again, it's your turn to serve. Everything is suddenly hazy as if the world around you blurs into a complete mess of colors. All that's clear in your eyes are the ball in your hands, the lines on the court, and the woman in front of you. It could be the adrenaline. It could be the fear of losing. It could be anything. But none of that matters. Send the ball her way, swing it back if she dares to return it, repeat.
The next few rounds are nothing but intense back-and-forth as you and Taeyeon fight for every point. The ball flies across the court in a flurry of precise shots and strategic placement. You're tired as hell, and maybe, so is she. But neither of you can afford to let up even for a moment, not even an inch, as the score remains neck and neck.
After a few deuces and grueling rallies, the tension on the court reaches its peak. She has managed to bring the score to what could potentially be the final point of the entire match. You're both sweating profusely, your bodies glistening under the harsh stadium lights. The cold air that should be a reprieve feels suffocating against your heated skin. She could be on her last legs, but you're kind of on the same page.
You prepare yourself as Taeyeon prepares her to serve, her eyes locked on yours like a hawk, unwavering and intense. Her serve is swift, darting through the air with deadly accuracy. You react quickly, heading forward to meet the ball with a powerful forehand return. She then easily steps into position, returning the ball with a soft backhand shot. You match her shot with a well-executed slice, aiming to throw her off balance. But she still manages to reach the ball with a quick flick of her wrist, sending it sailing over the net with surprising speed and precision.
As the ball hurtles towards you, you summon every ounce of your pent-up aggression to smack the ball back with an explosive topspin shot, making the ball draw a sharp curve towards the sideline. This is all you have left. You can feel your strength draining as you shout your heart out with that final, desperate shot.
Unfortunately… Your tough opponent, Taeyeon, is right there, ready and waiting.
In a matter of seconds, the distance between her and the ball closes as she lunges forward, her body contorting with the grace and agility of a seasoned athlete. And as she swings her racket in a cross through the air, you know that she isn't just going to return the ball - she's sealing the deal with her Drive T. She hits the ball with such power that it spins wildly as soon as it's airborne. You watch it making its landing not far from you and with your heart pounding, you scramble to retrieve it. But with the ball's unpredictable spin, it bounces away from you instead of it landing in your control.
And as the ball bounces down to a stop, Taeyeon wins the match, winning 2 sets to 1.
"Yay! I won!"
She screams in joy and hops up and down with excitement as if all her exhaustion has instantly evaporated. Meanwhile, you collapse to the ground, completely outplayed and spent. As she celebrates her victory, she notices that you've been anchored to the ground. She makes her way towards you, skipping lightly in joy.
Trying not to feel bitter about your defeat, you raise your hand, giving her a thumbs up and a genuine smile. She responds in kind, before extending her hand to help you up.
"Well, looks like you took the match. That was nice," you say as you sit up, catching your breath as you try to compose yourself after the intense match.
"Thanks. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need a moment to recover. My legs feel like they're burning, though."
"Oh. Same here… But I'm good."
"Damn. How do you even do that?"
"I told you many times to work on your legs! I always tell you to do more than just jog," she scolds you as if losing to her wasn't enough.
"Alright, alright," you reply, rolling your eyes. "I'll start next week."
"Well you better be," she chuckles, tapping her racket lightly against your shoulder.
You chuckle amidst the exhaustion, the frustration you felt at losing to Taeyeon fading away.
"So, is that your dare for me?" you ask her.
"Hmmm?"
"You won, right?"
"Oh! Right! The bet!" Taeyeon's eyes then widened in realization.
You shake your head lightly, amused by her sudden forgetfulness.
"And you still deny that you're old—ow!"
She smacks you again with her racket, albeit harder this time.
"What did I just say about calling me old?"
"Okay, okay! Jeez, what a killjoy," you mutter, rubbing your shoulder.
"What was that?" she taunts, preparing to hit you again.
"Nothing! I said nothing," you quickly respond, trying to diffuse the situation.
"Good!" she exclaims, giggling.
"Now, what do you want me to do?" you repeat, trying not to provoke her.
Her attitude changes quickly.
"You're actually gonna go through with it?"
"I mean, you won, so…"
"Are you sure?"
"Come on, just tell me what you want me to do," you urge her.
She pauses for a moment, contemplating the terms of her victory.
"Well, since I beat you pretty badly…"
"That was close," you protest, only to earn a glare from her.
"It wasn't. Now shut up and listen."
You swallow the lump in your throat and nod.
"Y'know what? You look like a tired mess right there. Let's head over to the bench and I'll think of a good prize."
"But my body's still—"
She lets out a loud, exasperated sigh.
"Alright. Get up, you lousy ass," she extends her hand, offering to pull you up.
You take it and let her lead the way to the benches. It's not that far, but the short walk to the benches is enough to make your knees wobble and legs ache. The two of you collapse onto the bench, finally able to relax and rest for a bit.
"Jeez, I didn't think the match was gonna be that hard. You did really well," she says, giving you a soft pat on the shoulder.
"Well… I was against you, after all. Of course, it'll be hard," you respond, your tone slightly annoyed.
"Hey! Don't get me wrong. It's still a nice game."
"I guess. Thanks," you say, shrugging.
A moment of silence ensues, and the two of you sit quietly, basking in the cool air. Despite feeling sore, a little break is all you need to recharge after the intense game. You then look at Taeyeon, and she doesn't seem to show any signs of exhaustion, despite sweating profusely and having her breath ragged after the match.
"Say, how come you don't look as tired as I am?" you ask her, breaking the silence.
"Well, for starters, I've got a lot more years of experience than you," she quips, grinning smugly.
You roll your eyes and sigh, too tired to give a smart retort.
"But seriously, though. You should take better care of your body. You're still young," she says, her tone sounding more like a concerned mother than a friend.
"You've been saying that for a while now," you grumble.
"Well, that's because I was your teacher! Jeez! Don't be so stubborn," she protests, giving your shoulder a light shove.
"I'm not being stubborn. I'm just tired," you then let out another deep breath. "You took all the air out of me"
"Exactly. And that's why I'm telling you to take care of your body better," she says, her tone firm.
"Okay, fine," you concede.
"Now, shall we move on?"
"Sure. Let's talk about my dare," you say, eager to finally know what she wants.
"Right. Are you sure you're in on this?"
"I'm sure. Yeah," you assure her.
"100%? No take-backs, okay?"
"If it's not anything too extreme."
"Don't worry. It's nothing like that."
You look at her, and she smirks at you. Something tells you that you'll regret this, but curiosity gets the better of you.
"Fine. Shoot it."
"Pull down your shorts."
Your jaw hangs open. You expected her to ask for a silly dare, like a funny photo or something along those lines. But this? You didn't expect this at all.
"H-huh? W-what did you just say?" you stammer, your cheeks burning red.
"Come on. It's not gonna kill you."
"But… That's—"
"Just a little fun, really."
You're speechless, your eyes wide as you process the words.
"I… I don't think I can do that."
"Hey. The deal was the loser has to do everything the winner asks, right? You lost. So, do it."
You swallow the lump in your throat and sigh. There's no getting around this.
"Okay… Fine," you reluctantly agree, slowly sliding down your shorts.
The fabric brushes against your skin, sending shivers up your spine. Your heart beats fast, your palms sweating profusely as you slowly reveal more and more of your bare thighs. Your boxers are the only thing separating your modesty from the woman sitting beside you, and you can't deny her the sight of your growing erection.
Taeyeon's lips curl into a satisfied grin, and she bites her lower lip as she sees the tent forming between your legs.
"You're really turned on by this, huh?" she says, teasing you.
"It… It's not like that, I swear."
"Sure, whatever you say," she giggles.
"So… Is this it? Did I pass the dare?" you ask, trying to change the subject.
"Well, technically… But now I'm interested in something else," she replies, her voice dropping an octave.
"And? What would that be?"
"Let's just say I want to see what's underneath those boxers."
Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach, and you instinctively cross your legs.
"Noona… There could be people watching us," you tell her, scanning the entire area.
"It's 3 AM. Do you think those guards will even bother walking around at this hour? No one's gonna see," she reasons.
"But…"
"The deal?"
"Okay, fine. I'll do it."
Slowly, you take a deep breath and reach down for your boxers.
"Ugh… What am I doing?" you mumble, cursing at yourself.
You grab the hem and pull down the fabric grazing against your shaft. Your erection springs up, freed from the confines of your underwear.
"Wow. Now that's quite a view," Taeyeon chuckles, ogling your exposed member.
You turn away, too embarrassed to look her in the eye.
"I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Hey. Don't be. Especially when you have this…" she bites her lip, her eyes fixated on your dick. "Big thing right there."
Your cheeks burn a bright red, and you feel like you could explode.
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Of course not! Come on, you can't tell me it's not hot."
You stay silent, unable to answer.
"Alright. Lemme suck that," she says, leaning in closer to you.
"W-what? Y-you can't be serious!"
"Hey. No take-backs."
"But this is—"
"Listen. You clearly look like you're not in on this."
"I… I didn't say that…"
"So? What's with the hesitation?"
"I-it's just that… This is kind of sudden," you reply, unable to think straight.
"Then let me ease you into it," she says, grabbing your dick with her hand.
Your breath hitches, the sudden contact of her soft hand against your sensitive shaft taking you by surprise. She slowly moves her hand up and down, gently massaging your dick. You can't help but let out a low moan as her fingers run across the tip, sending shivers down your spine.
"How does that feel?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I-I don't know…" you manage to say, your mind in a daze.
She smirks at your reaction, totally getting turned on by your response.
"You did your best so… I'll give you a consolation prize."
"H-huh? What do you mean?"
Before you can say anything, she leans in, her face just inches away from your cock.
"Wait… You can't be serious. You're going to—"
"Let me give you a little treat. You can tell me to stop after, but I hope you won't,” she says, her warm breath brushing against your shaft. “It'll be a shame, really,"
You're speechless, your mouth hanging open as you stare at her in disbelief.
"Well, here I go," she announces, leaning forward and enveloping your cock with her lips.
The sudden warmth sends a shock through your body, and you let out a moan, throwing your head back in pleasure. She starts sucking on the tip, and her tongue swirls around the head, lapping up the beads of precum. You can't believe it, but it feels so good. Your breathing quickens as she continues to suck, taking your dick deeper into her mouth. She moans against your cock, and you can feel her voice vibrating through your shaft.
"Oh, fuck…" you curse, the pleasure driving you insane.
She then grabs the base of your shaft with her hand and starts stroking you in sync with her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, and you can't help but grab a fistful of her hair, gripping it tightly. She picks up the pace, her hand moving faster as her head bobs up and down. Her eyes lock with yours, and she's clearly enjoying this. You can see the lust in her eyes, and it's all too much for you.
The pressure builds up, your mind goes blank, and all you can think about is the intense pleasure coursing through your body. Your muscles tense up, and before you know it, your body starts shaking uncontrollably. You can feel your balls tightening, and the urge to cum is overwhelming.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
With one final thrust, you unload your seed into her mouth. Taeyeon suddenly looks surprised as you unleash a torrent of cum, filling her mouth. She then pulls out, coughing, the excess dripping down her chin.
"Sorry! I didn't know if you were ready," you apologize, worried that you might have forced her.
She continues to cough, and she wipes the excess cum off her face, taking a moment to catch her breath.
"It's okay. I was kinda taken by surprise, but it's fine," she manages to say, giving you a reassuring smile.
"I'm so sorry. I just couldn't hold it any longer," you apologize again, embarrassed by what happened.
"I told you it's okay," she tells you.
"Well… If you say so."
"And besides… It's not every day that I get to do it with a virgin," she winks as she lets out a soft laugh.
"Hey! I'm no virgin!" you protest, trying to defend your ego.
"Is that so?" she teases, raising an eyebrow playfully.
"I… I've experienced this before," you mutter.
"Sure, and that's why I got a mouthful," she chuckles, licking her lips.
"I was… I was holding out!" you retort.
"But of course," she laughs. "Just admit that you're a total virgin."
You're left speechless, unable to defend yourself. She just grins at you, clearly amused by your reaction. You want to say something, but she has you beat.
"Alright… Off to the next one!" she then exclaims, looking rather excited.
"Next one?"
"You didn't think I was just gonna leave you like this, did you? We're just getting started," she winks, giving your dick a squeeze.
"Wait, what?"
"That was just the warm-up. I have a lot of other things planned for us."
"Like what?"
"Let's just say this is gonna be the night of your life. And by the time the sun rises, you'll be thanking me,"
"I'm not so sure about this…"
"Trust me. I know what I'm doing," she reassures you, flashing you a devious smile.
She lets go of your dick. You feel relieved that her tight grip is no longer on your throbbing cock, but also a bit disappointed at the loss of her warm touch. She then takes off her clothes, exposing her voluptuous body. Her breasts are barely covered by an orange lace bra, and her hips are accentuated by a matching thong. You gulp as you take in the sight, and you can feel your dick getting even harder.
"What's wrong? Getting nervous?" she asks, giggling.
"Uh, yeah. This is really sudden. I'm not sure what's going on," you admit, unable to look away from her gorgeous body.
"Come on, it's nothing you can't handle. Just enjoy it," she says, grabbing your hand and placing it on her waist.
You can't deny the electricity that runs through your body the moment her skin makes contact with yours. Her body is so soft and warm, and it feels so good to touch her. It's intoxicating at the least, and you can't help but be swept up by the moment.
"Now, I'll let you have a taste of my body. You better make the most of it," she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear.
You let out a soft moan, the sensation driving you wild.
"So? What are you waiting for?"
"I…"
"It's okay. You can touch me," she assures you, guiding your hands towards her breasts.
"But, Noona…"
"Touch me more."
You hesitate for a moment, but she urges you on, and you give in.
Your fingers trace the outline of her bra, feeling her erect nipples through the fabric. As if by instinct, you gently squeeze her breasts, eliciting a moan from her.
"Mmmh… That's it. More," she purrs, arching her back.
Your heart races as her breasts push against your palms, her nipples rubbing against the thin material of her bra. The friction feels incredible, and the pleasure drives you crazy. You're not sure how much longer you can hold out, but you don't want it to end.
"You're so cute. You look like you're enjoying this," she teases, smiling.
Guilty as charged.
"Just relax. I'll take care of everything."
She then presses her lips against yours, her tongue pushing past your lips. Your tongues dance, and you savor her sweet taste. She then nibbles on your lower lip, and you can't help but moan.
"Nggh! Noona, wait," you breathe out, pulling away from her.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"I… I think this is too fast."
She giggles. "Awh. Poor thing."
She then cups your face with her hand and kisses you again, a much slower, passionate kiss this time. You feel her smile against your lips, and it sends a shiver down your spine. It feels so good, so addicting. Yet you don't want to admit it.
"Taeyeon-noona, I…"
"Do you want to take it slow?"
You only gave her a nod.
"There. Just tell me what you want."
She then reaches back and unhooks her bra, tossing it to the side. Her bare breasts glisten under the dim lighting, and you can't help but stare in awe.
"There. I hope this evens us out," she smirks. You can see her cheeks blushing as she puts her magnificent assets on full display.
"Y-you don't have to, y'know? I'm fine with—"
Before you can utter another word, she pulls you towards her, pressing your face against her plump, supple breasts. Muffled, you try to push back, but she holds you firmly against her, not letting go. The warmth of her skin and the softness of her breasts overwhelm your senses, slowly melting your hesitations away.
Before you know it, you feel your hands explore the rest of her exposed body, gliding across everything you can reach.
She can't help but laugh and moan simultaneously as you explore her body.
"Getting braver, aren’t we?"
You choose not to answer and instead let your actions speak for you.
Taeyeon's skin feels so soft and smooth, and it's a wonder to touch. You can't help but want to touch her even more, to explore every inch of her. You suck on her erect nipples, and her breath hitches, letting out a soft moan.
"That's it. Take it all in," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair.
Your heart races as her scent fills your nose, and it's driving you crazy. You can't help but want more, and you feel yourself getting lost in the moment.
"Taeyeon-noona…"
"Shhhh… Don't say a word. Just enjoy it," she replies, her voice low and seductive.
Obliging, you continue to taste her, relishing in the sweet, salty taste of her skin. Your hands travel across her body, touching every inch of her. She bites her lip and arches her back as you trace the curve of her spine, and her breathing quickens as you explore her thighs.
"Oh, fuck…" she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper.
Your hands then find their way to her butt, and you squeeze her cheeks, feeling the soft, firm flesh in your hands. She looks at you with lustful eyes, and you can see the desire written all over her face.
"Oh, my… You're getting good at this," she purrs, smiling seductively.
You blush slightly, her compliment clearly lifting your confidence. You shoot a smile back at her, fueled with confidence and hunger for more. She smirks at your newfound boldness, welcoming your hunger with equal enthusiasm.
Your lips lock with hers for another round of torrid passion, the heat between your bodies intensifying with each passing second. Your tongues dance in a fiery tango, exploring every crevice and making each other elicit a fervent moan. Neither of you is backing down, eager to win over the other as if your earlier spar wasn't enough.
"Noona, you're… Amazing," you manage to gasp between heated kisses, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body.
She smirks. "You're no slouch either."
"But, you… I…"
"Mhhh… Don't stop now," Taeyeon whispers, her voice dripping with need.
"But let me just…" you struggle to remove your shirt despite the urgency of the moment.
With her expert guidance, you quickly shed your shirt and throw it aside, giving your partner an unobstructed view of your bare chest.
"There we go. Better?"
"Yeah. You were on top of me so I had trouble taking it off." you jest, a playful smirk spreading across your face.
She then chuckles, hitting you playfully on the shoulder.
"And you blame me for that?"
"Why not? You keep on pushing me down."
"Jeez… I'm not that heavy, you know?"
"I know, I know. You're just so aggressive," you tease, running your fingers through her skin.
Taeyeon coos at your touch, her body pulsating with desire.
"Hmmm? Is that your way of flirting with me?"
You shrug. "Well… It's worth a shot."
She replies with a soft chuckle.
"Consider it a successful shot," she breathes, her voice laced with lust.
You blush, feeling a surge of pride at having successfully aroused Taeyeon.
"Well… Thank you."
"Then let's get back to it, shall we?" She purrs, her hands eagerly tracing the contours of your chest all the way to your abdomen. You shiver at her touch, goosebumps appearing on your skin.
She then looks at you with an inviting gaze, and her lips curl into a sly grin. You can't help but stare in awe, mesmerized by her beauty.
"W-what? Do I have something on my face?"
"No, silly," she giggles. "I want you to touch me, too."
"Oh. Right."
"I can't be the only one enjoying this, y'know?"
"My bad, noona."
You resume your passionate makeout session. The two of you moan against each other's lips, exploring each other's bodies. The two of you are so lost in the moment that the world around you begins to fade, and all that matters is the heat, the electricity, the passion.
"Fuck. You taste so good," Taeyeon moans, her voice dripping with lust.
"Mmmh… You do too. Fuck," you reply, the heat and desire growing within you.
"But seriously…"
"Hmmm?"
"Learn to get a hint," she giggles.
"Heh. Sorry," you mumble, trying to regain control. "I was kinda lost."
"Understandable," she snickers. "It's your first time, after all."
"H-hey. You're making me sound like a virgin."
"Well… You kinda are."
"Come on now…"
Taeyeon can't help but chuckle at your response, amused by your reaction.
"Fine. Let's not talk about that."
"I'm not that innocent, you know," you retort, pouting.
"Really, now?"
"Y-yeah. Really."
"So you wouldn't mind if we take things further… Right?"
You gulp, suddenly aware of what she means.
"Well… I guess?"
"Good."
She then reaches down and slowly pulls down her panties. You just realize how wet she is as you stare in awe. She then grabs your hand and leads it to her core. You hesitate for a moment, but she guides you, urging you to take things further.
"It's okay. You can touch me."
You gently cup her mound, feeling the slickness of her wet folds. Her pussy is hot, and her juices flow freely. She shudders as your fingers brush against her sensitive bud, and her body tenses up.
"Yes… That's it!" she moans, biting her lip.
"Is this it? Are you sure?"
"Mhmm… Just go ahead."
Your fingers explore her core, and you find her swollen clit. You rub her bundle of nerves in a circular motion, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Oh, fuck! That feels so good."
"Are you sure? Am I doing it right?"
"Yes! Just keep going," she moans, her voice barely above a whisper.
You increase the pace, applying a bit more pressure. She writhes under your touch, her body trembling with pleasure.
"F-fuck… Y-yes!" she moans, her voice shaking.
The heat is building within you, and you can't hold back any longer. You decide to switch positions, with Taeyeon now resting her body on the bench. At this view, she looks so small, so inviting. You proceed to kiss her thighs as your hand continues its assault.
"Mmmh! Oh shit! Yes! Keep going!"
You then kiss her core, licking her wet folds. She shrieks, her voice ringing in your ears. She grabs a fistful of your hair, holding on for dear life. You then lick her clit, eliciting a loud moan from her. She can't hold on much longer, her body writhing in ecstasy.
"Fuck! You're so good! I'm… I'm close!"
You can't help but be proud, and you redouble your efforts, sucking on her clit. She arches her back, and she screams, her orgasm tearing through her body.
"I'm gonna cum! Shit! I'm gonna fucking—aghh!"
You watch as her body spasms, and her legs quiver. She rides out her orgasm, her body trembling with each wave of pleasure. She finally collapses, panting, her body slick with sweat.
"Holy shit. That was… Amazing," she breathes, her voice shaky.
"Did… Did I do good?"
"Of course, you did. Not bad for a first-timer."
"Well… Thanks."
"Now, let me return the favor," she says, a smirk spreading across her face.
"What do you mean?"
"It's your turn now," she says, licking her lips.
"B-but I already—"
She interrupts, putting a finger against your lips.
"I know you have some left in you" Her hands move down towards your privates, massaging every bit of it. "And besides…"
She then leans over and whispers to your ear, her voice seductive.
"I'm still not satisfied."
As if on cue, you can feel your member throbbing in response, as if beckoning her to touch you even more.
"Looks like someone's ready for more," she giggles.
"Hey… I'm just sensitive," you protest, looking at her with your best puppy-dog eyes.
Taeyeon lets out a laugh, seemingly caught off-guard by your adorable attempt at innocence.
"Oh, cut that out. That doesn't suit you in the slightest," she playfully retorts.
"I just thought I'd give it a try," you reply, looking disappointed.
"Don't you ever do that again, alright?"
"Why not?"
She then pulls you closer. You can see the sheer desire in her eyes burning through her gaze. She seems to want more from you than just a casual encounter.
"I don't want cute and innocent from you."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want you to be as fierce as you were earlier," she whispers, her tone low and seductive.
"As you wish, Miss Winner," you say, a cheeky grin spreading across your face.
"Show me what you got," she says, her tone challenging.
Without a moment's hesitation, you crash your lips against hers for yet another round, kissing her passionately. She reciprocates, and her hands grip your body, her nails digging into your skin. It hurts, but the pain is drowned out by the intense pleasure.
You break the kiss and attack her neck, nibbling on her soft flesh. She moans, and her hands wrap around your back, pulling you closer. You continue your assault, and she writhes underneath you, her breathing ragged.
"Ooh, shit! Yes! That's it!" she gasps, her voice cracking.
You continue your trail down her body, planting soft kisses along her collarbone. She whimpers, and her hands run through your hair, encouraging you to keep going. You then move further south, planting a soft kiss on her chest, right between her breasts.
"Yes… Yes! Please, keep going," she whispers, her voice breathy and needy.
You then plant another kiss on her left breast, followed by a soft bite on her nipple, making her whimper.
"Ahh shit!" she groans, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No… Please don't," she pleads, her voice dripping with need.
"Well then," you say, kissing her other breast, biting her nipple.
"Oh, fuck!"
"Like that?"
"Yes! I like that!"
"What about this?"
You move further south, trailing kisses down her belly. She moans as your lips caress her skin, her body writhing with pleasure. You then reach her thighs, and you give them a soft kiss.
"Yes! Oh, god!" she moans, her body trembling.
You then spread her legs apart, exposing her pink pussy, glistening with her juices.
"Oh, fuck. Look at you," you marvel, staring at her womanhood.
"I know. It's fucking amazing," she says, a satisfied smile on her face.
You then move closer, and your tongue finds her slit. You slowly drag your tongue along her wet folds, eliciting a moan from her. She throws her head back, her eyes closed, as she relishes in the sensation.
"Shit! There it goes again! That fucking tongue!"
"Do you want me to stop?"
She opens her eyes, staring right at you.
"No! Don't you fucking dare!"
"Alright," you chuckle, continuing your assault.
You lap at her wet folds, lapping up her juices. You savor her sweet, musky taste, and it makes you feel drunk.
"Ooh, shit! That's the spot," she gasps, her hands gripping the back of your head.
You continue your assault, licking her clit and teasing her wet entrance. Her body trembles and her moans get louder.
"Ooh, fuck! I'm getting close," she pants, her voice shaky.
You intensify your assault, sucking on her clit while inserting two fingers inside her.
"Are you gonna cum?" you ask, staring right into her eyes.
"I'm… I'm close," she whimpers, her voice barely audible.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes… Yes! I want to cum!" she gasps, her hips bucking.
As her screams go a few pitches higher, you let go of her. Taeyeon is left hanging, her body shaking with frustration.
"Huh? W-what the fuck?"
"I don't want you to cum yet," you explain.
"But I was so close, you fuck! You could've—"
You withdraw fully from assaulting her core, only to show her your own erection standing at full attention.
"I could've just let you cum…"
You position your shaft against her pussy, brushing her entrance.
"But I want to do it…"
You rub your shaft against her wet slit, making her groan.
"When I'm inside you."
"Oh f-fuck," she bites her lip, anticipating your next move.
"This is what you wanted all along, right?"
You press your tip against her entrance, and her eyes widen.
"Yes. You finally get—ooh!"
You continue to tease her, rubbing your cock against her entrance.
"Then, shall I?"
"Yes. I want you to—agh fuck!"
"Tell me how much you want it."
"I… I want it! I want you to fuck me!"
You continue to tease her, pushing the tip of your cock into her, making her moan.
"I don't think you're sincere, noona," you tease, pushing your cock further into her.
"Fuck you! Stop teasing me and start fucking me, you asshole!" she cries out in desperation.
"Then tell it to me like you mean it," you tell her, tapping her entrance with your length.
Her hips then shake as if begging for something. Her breathing is heavy, and her eyes are filled with lust and need.
"Please… I need it," she whimpers, her voice shaking and full of need.
"Then say it, Taeyeon."
She grits her teeth, and her eyes glaring at you, filled with both anger and frustration.
"Fuck me, alright? Fuck me like you mean it! I want you to fill me up and make me cum! Make me scream! Make me fucking lose my mind! I need it! I need your fucking dick inside me! Right. Fucking. Now!"
Without warning, you push your cock into her, eliciting a cry of both pain and pleasure from her.
"You mean like this?"
"Ah! Ahh fuck!"
You slam your cock into her, and she moans, her body shuddering.
"Enjoying this, aren't you, noona?"
"Fuck… I'm really gonna cum!"
Her back arches and her hands grip the bench. You continue to fuck her, and her moans get louder. You can feel her pussy tightening around your cock, and her body trembles.
"Shit! Shit! I'm cumming—ahh!"
Taeyeon screams, her body quaking in pleasure as her orgasm rocks through her body. Excess fluids gush from her core, coating your shaft and dribbling onto the bench, until it creates a small puddle underneath. You can't help but smile as you watch her, her expression filled with pure ecstasy.
She then falls limp, her body relaxing as her orgasm subsides. She looks at you, a satisfied smile on her face.
"How was it, noona? Was it good?"
"That was… Incredible," she manages to say, her voice still shaky.
"I'm glad I was able to satisfy you," you chuckle, pulling her into an embrace.
"Yeah… You did good for a newbie," she smirks, chuckling.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. But you still have a lot to—ooh!"
You slam your cock into her, catching her by surprise.
"You say that but…"
You thrust in and out, and her eyes widen.
"Looks like you're losing your mind…"
"Oh fuck."
"To a virgin," you slam your cock deep inside her, her body shaking.
"Ahh! This fucking cock! Ahh!"
"So, tell me… What was that you said again?"
You pound her relentlessly, and her moans get louder. Her body shakes, and her breathing is ragged. For a stick-up mentor and tennis partner, she sure is enjoying her role reversal.
"I… I can't… Fuck! Oh, shit!"
"Pretty please?" you ask, slowing down the pace of your thrusts.
"N-no! No! Please don't slow down!" she pleads, her voice trembling.
"Then say it."
"Oh fuck you—ahh! I can't take it anymore!"
"I can do this all day."
"Agh! You asshole!"
You slam into her, and she screams, her body convulsing.
"Fuck! Not that spot!"
"Say it, Taeyeon. Say it."
With her face painted red in anger and embarrassment, she gives in.
"F-fine. Fine! You… I love your fucking cock! Your fucking virgin cock!" she screams at the top of her lungs, her voice echoing through the court.
"That's it. Let everyone hear you."
"Oh, fuck. I fucking love you," she moans, her voice dripping with need.
Her last few words catch you off-guard, but the sight of her drunk-hazed face and her pleasured moans make you forget it almost immediately.
"Then I'm yours."
You slam into her once more, and her eyes roll to the back of her head. With arms around your back, she pulls you in as she incoherently screams into your ear. Taeyeon has finally lost her mind, and you love to see it.
"Oh fuhg… It'sh sho gud!"
"What is good, huh? Tell me."
"Y-your cock… Your cock ish sho gud," she whimpers, her body spasming.
"And how does my cock feel inside you?"
"Sho big… It'sh filling my pusshy sho mush!"
"And whose is it?"
"Yoursh! All yours! My pusshy ish yoursh!"
"I can't quite hear you, noona."
"Your pusshy! It'sh all yoursh!"
"Good. Keep telling me. I love to hear it."
"Aahhh… Y-your cock… Fuck me more!"
You fuck her senseless, and her body writhes in pleasure. She continues to babble nonsense, her mind gone blank from the pleasure. You continue to slam into her, her tight cunt sucking in your shaft. You can feel her walls clenching, her pussy desperate to milk your cock.
"Taeyeon-noona, fuck… You feel so good."
"Aah! More! Give me more!"
"You want more? How about this?"
You then pick her up and fuck her as she's suspended in the air. Her eyes widen, and her mouth is agape.
"Oh fuhk… No. No!
She screams, and her legs wrap around your waist. You hold onto her tight, and your pace quickens.
"Oh, shit! You're sho deep!"
"You like that, huh?"
"Ahh… Y-yesh… More… Harder!"
"As you wish, noona."
You increase your pace, slamming into her faster and harder. With her light, small frame, you can go deeper than before, as if it's nothing. Or maybe all that rigorous training is finally paying off.
"Oh fuck! Fuck!"
"You like that, huh?"
"Y-yesh… I like it…"
"Good. Now, let me give you a reward."
You thrust faster and deeper, and her moans get louder. And as you do, you can feel your balls churn, the pressure building within them.
"Oh, fuck. Taeyeon-noona, I'm going to cum soon," you warn her, feeling the sensation rising.
"Yesh… Ghiv me your cum!"
"Are you sure? Are you sure you can handle it?"
"Yesh! Let me have it!"
"Alright then."
You amp up the pace as you reach your climax, and your thrusts get harder and faster. Her body is shaking, and her voice cracks as she moans uncontrollably.
"Oh fuhk! Here it cumsh!"
You slam into her one last time, burying your cock deep inside her. With a loud moan, you erupt, unloading a torrent of hot, thick cum. She screams, her voice ringing through the court, as your load fills her up, flooding her womb with seed. She clenches her eyes shut, and her hands grip your shoulders, holding on for dear life.
"Shit, noona… I can't stop!"
"Jush giv it all to me!"
You keep pouring into her, not stopping for a moment. Her body shakes, and her pussy tightens, squeezing out every last drop. You feel like you're being squeezed dry. Painful, yes, but you can't help but moan at the overwhelming pleasure.
"Oh fuck… I think I'm done…" you finally gasp, your thrusts slowing down.
"Ahh… So mush cum…" she sighs, her voice breathy and sultry.
You pull out of her, and her eyes are unfocused. A deluge of white ooze seeps out of her pink hole, a mixture of your fluids and hers. You can't believe the amount you have ejected, and neither can Taeyeon, as it creates a larger puddle on the ground.
"Holy shit," she gasps, her glazed eyes widening with disbelief.
"Fuck… I think I went overboard," you tell her, watching your semen flow out of her.
"You let out… So much…" she breathes, her weak body barely holding her upright.
"Well, I couldn't control myself. Not with you."
"Hahh… Thanks," she smiles, a hint of pride in her tone.
You both catch your breaths, the smell of sex hanging heavily in the air. Your body tells you that you've exhausted your reserves, and maybe so did Taeyeon's. But the sight and sound of your previous actions still linger in your head and your desire for more remains.
"Say… Noona…"
"Yeah."
Your shaft slowly stands back up, throbbing at her entrance and eager to continue. She lets out a soft gasp as she notices your eagerness. You can see the hesitation in her eyes, fueling your hunger even more.
"Can we?"
"You're restless today, aren't you?" she giggles.
"Can't help it," you grin, rubbing your length against her slit.
"Fuck… That feels so good," she moans, closing her eyes.
"So? Can we?"
"Hmmm… Alright. I guess one more time wouldn't hurt."
"Thank you," you tell her, a big grin forming on your face.
"So, what do you want to—whoa!"
Before she could finish, you swiftly lowered her to the ground and spread her legs apart. You position yourself in front of her, your shaft poised and ready. She looks at your erection, her face flushing a shade of red.
"Fuck… Here we go again," she sighs, anticipation in her eyes.
You then guide your shaft into her, and she whimpers, her pussy swallowing you whole.
"Urgh! You're so fucking tight, noona!"
"More like you're too fucking big," she grunts, her walls straining to accommodate your girth.
"And you're loving it," you reply, smiling sheepishly.
"Mhmm…" she nods, biting her lip.
"That's what I like to hear," you smirk, and without warning, start thrusting.
"Ahh! Oh shit! Fuck me harder!"
You comply, slamming your cock into her at a rapid pace. Her voice echoes through the court, a melody that fills you with immense satisfaction. The sound of her skin slapping against yours only adds to the pleasure, and you find yourself thrusting even harder.
"Fuck… Yes… Harder! Fucking pound my pussy!"
You slam into her faster, harder, and deeper. Her body writhes with pleasure, her hips bucking and her legs quivering. She can't help but wrap her arms around you, her hands digging into your skin. Her legs also have you locked in, the intensity of her hold surprising.
"Shit, Taeyeon-noona… You're so good," you groan, relishing the tightness of her pussy.
"Yes! Fuck! Right there! Keep fucking me like that!" she cries, her voice cracking.
"Here? Like this?"
You hit a spot inside her, and her body jolts.
"Aghh! Yes! There! Right fucking there!"
"You like that?"
"Yes! Fuck! I fucking love it!"
You continue to slam into her, wild like a beast in heat, hitting the same spot over and over again. She can't stop screaming, her voice cracking and her body shuddering with pleasure. and her pussy clenches around you, tightening even more. You can't help but let out a groan, the sensation driving you mad. You feel her orgasm coming, and you're not far behind.
"Shit… Noona, I'm gonna cum again!"
"Me too… Me too!"
"Hrgh! Here it goes! Take it all!"
"Yes! Cum with me! Cum inside me! Fill me up with your fucking cum!"
You feel the pressure rising, and you can't hold it any longer. You ram your cock deep into her, and with one last thrust, you let out a primal roar, releasing a torrent of hot cum into her. She screams, her voice ringing through the court as your thick load fills her up once again.
She cums right after, her pussy convulsing around your cock, unleashing a flood of her own juices. As if a dam had been burst, her fluids flowed freely, gushing out of her pussy and coating your cock. It's as if you're drowning, the intensity is overwhelming.
"Oh fukh! There'sh sho mush!"
"Taeyeon… You're so… Tight!" you gasp, your cock trapped by her pussy.
Not that you can, nor that you could. Your hips continue to buck, the pleasure almost unbearable. It's as if her cunt is trying to squeeze every last drop out of you, and it's succeeding. You keep pouring into her, filling her womb up to the brim.
"Ahh! It'sh not shtopping! Your cum ish sho mush!"
As your thrusts come to a halt, you slam your cock one last time, burying yourself deep inside her. Excess fluid squirts out of her, adding to the already impressive puddle underneath you. You can feel her pussy milking your shaft, squeezing out the last drop of cum.
After what seems like an eternity, your orgasm subsides, and you slowly pull out of her, your cock still oozing with cum. She sighs, and a copious amount of white liquid drips from her entrance. A mixture of both your cum and hers. After your earlier outburst, you can't believe how much you manage to let out, and neither could she.
"Fughk… Sho mush…" she pants, her eyes glassy.
"Noona… That was intense," you tell her, trying to catch your breath.
"Fuhk. Yes… I feel sho dihzzy."
You can't help but chuckle at her expression, her face flushed with exhaustion.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
"Yeah… I guesh," she mumbles, a sleepy smile spreading across her face.
You then carry her as you sit on the bench, her exhausted body resting against yours. With her remaining strength, she slowly wraps her arms around your back, pulling herself closer. You reciprocate, enveloping her in a tight embrace.
"Ow, ow!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"You're hugging me too hard!"
"Oh. Sorry. I went overboard, noona."
"Heh. Don't be," she laughs, nuzzling against you.
The two of you spend some time recovering from your intense session, the cool breeze a nice reprieve from the sweltering. She then looks up at you, her eyes full of desire.
"What? Do you want more?" you ask.
"No, I'm tired… Just hold me, okay?"
"If you say so," you chuckle, giving her a soft peck on the forehead.
She giggles, snuggling against you.
"We were kinda loud, weren't we?"
"Maybe."
"Do you think someone saw us?"
"I hope not," you chuckle, rubbing her shoulders.
"I do!"
From somewhere on the bleachers, a man's voice suddenly blurts out, emerges, the sound of his shoes echoing through the court. Your heart sinks as the two of you search for the source, finding a man sitting on the bleachers.
"Oh shit. There was someone," you gasp, your face flushing with embarrassment.
"Sorry for not telling you two," the stranger, wearing what might me a janitor's uniform, apologizes, looking rather bashful.
"How long were you there?" Taeyeon asks, yelling, her voice tinged with embarrassment.
"I heard screaming and moaning, so I went to check it out. And there I saw the two of you going at it."
"And you didn't stop us?" she retorts.
"Why would I? You lovebirds seem to be enjoying it," the stranger says, his tone nonchalant.
You and Taeyeon then exchanged glances, your faces blushing red.
"And besides…"
The two of you look back at the stranger.
"Security here doesn't give a shit during these hours."
"Really? Do they not monitor the cameras?"
"They do."
You both shudder at his response.
"But they'd rather get some shut-eye than deal with any after-hours shenanigans," he answers, chuckling at his own statement.
"So… Do they not care about what happens here?"
"Are you crazy? We've seen enough of that stuff already! It's common during these hours."
The stranger's words echoed in your ears, leaving you both stunned and relieved by the realization that your bold escapade wasn't as discreet as you
"Heh. I guess I did pick the right time---ow!"
Taeyeon suddenly hits you in between your playful comment with a playful yet embarrassed smirk on her face.
"You sonovabitch! You let people watch us? In public, of all places? I hate you!"
"Hey! Hey! It was your idea to have some fun in public," you protest, rubbing your arm where she hit you.
"But you made the reservation! You sneaky fuck… You probably knew about this!"
She continues to scold you, her words laced with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. For such a soft punch, they sure are quite painful.
"No, I swear! I didn't know anyone would be here!"
"I swear, the next time you have your way with me, I will…"
"Hey. Don't blame me! You pulled me in on this!"
"Why you…"
"Before you lovers continue to be all playful and whatnot…" the janitor interrupts, "You might want to pack things up."
"Huh?" the two of you ask in unison.
He then points towards the sky as the dawning sun begins to peek over the horizon. You quickly check the time on your phone and realize that the time you reserved for your outdoor rendezvous is nearly up. With your exhausted bodies and flushed faces, you hurriedly gather your belongings, discarded clothes and all, trying your best to fix yourselves as fast and as composed as possible.
"What about the mess?" Taeyeon suddenly blurts out, her cheeks still flushed from the recent activities.
"What mess?" you ask, your focus shifting between the looming sunrise and Taeyeon's concerned expression.
"This mess!" She gestures towards the puddles of sweat and other bodily fluids that soak the bench and the concrete ground beneath it.
You exchange a panicked glance, realizing the evidence of your passionate encounter is scattered for all to see.
"What are we gonna do with this?" she exclaims, worry evident in her voice.
"Fuck… Uhh, shit! Gimme a sec…"
You quickly think of ways to resolve the situation.
"Hey! Don't worry about that," the janitor calls out, waving his hand dismissively.
"What? You're gonna clean all this?" you ask, a mix of relief and surprise in your voice.
"Uhh… Yeah! That's my job," he chuckles.
"Well… Thank you, sir!" you yell, waving your hand at him.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" Taeyeon cries out, her voice ringing with relief. She then pulls your arm, nudging you to leave the scene with her. "We have to go!"
You and Taeyeon then rush towards the exit, your hearts pounding with a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. From what was initially a harmless tennis practice session, things took an unexpectedly erotic turn, allowing you and your partner to unleash all your pent-up desires in a frisky and uninhibited display of passion. Fucking on a public tennis court was definitely not part of the plan, but it was an experience neither of you would soon forget.
"Ugh… Walking without underwear is the worst," you groan as you and Taeyeon hurriedly walk outside of the building, your exhausted dick swaying freely beneath your shorts.
"You think? I haven't even put anything underneath in a hurry!" she replies, frustration lacing her voice. Her breasts bounce under her clothes with each hurried step. "Hngh… I can feel some of your cum dripping down my thighs."
"It does?" you ask, shocked and curious, leaning in to inspect her arousing situation. "Lemme see…"
She then prepares to swing her arm to hit you. Her face furious yet blushing.
"Don't you even dare!"
"Alright, alright. My bad," you chuckle, raising your hands in surrender.
As the sight of the parking lot comes into view, the two of you sprint towards your car, not minding of anything else around. You quickly open the passenger door for Taeyeon, and she jumps in eagerly. You then jump into the driver's seat, heart pounding with nervousness and you start the engine and leave the place for good.
"Right," you breathe out as you adjust yourself in your seat.
"Let's go to my place," she tells you.
"Well, duh. Of course I'll drop you at your place, noona. Where else would I even…"
"No."
"Huh? What do you mean ‘no’?"
"I mean, you're all sweaty and whatnot, so…"
Twiddling with her hair, Taeyeon then looks at you with a coy expression on her face.
"If you want… You can take a shower at my place. I wouldn’t mind.”
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Author’s Notes:
And that's another SNSD member written down! I'm halfway there... Maybe. I really can't imagine her other than the "Noona You'd Like to Date" and with my renewed interest over the "Prince of Tennis" series, I thought I'd give this idea a shot. I don't know much about tennis tho... So I hope I did a decent job at least. 🙏
Also... Some of you may not know this, but a few hours from now is my Queen Taeyeon's birthday! Going 35 and still one of the hottest idols in the industry. God-fucking-damn. 🥵
I have more stories lined up (and waiting to be written by yours truly OMFG I hate myself) and I'm very eager to share them to everyone. The "Spotlight" series is still. Don't worry. I didn't forget about it and hopefully I don't. I just thought of making stories of other idols in between to break it up a bit.
Once again, thank you to @capslocked and @sparkynsfws for your help in polishing this story, as well as to @braaan for yet another fire poster. Thank you so much! 🤗
Thank you for reading! 🙇
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Heyy!! Love your writing so much, and I wanted to request a skz getting reader flowers but reader is allergic to them. Lots of love<333
SKZ Reaction To Them Getting You Flowers, But You're Allergic
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
A/N: Enjoy! Sorry it takes me a while to do requests, but I try to always get around to them as inspiration strikes.
Chan: This poor baby feels sooooo bad. As someone with allergies and similar problems, he blames himself for not thinking of it earlier. As soon as you sneeze he'll put it together and immediately take the flowers outside, even if you protest. Once he comes in, he'll change (or just take his shirt off) so that any pollen on his shirt doesn't further bother you. Wrapping you in his arms, he promises to get you something else. The next morning, you'd wake up to the flowers arranged prettily in a terrarium where you can enjoy them without an allergic reaction.
Minho:
A lesser known fact about Minho is that he's a very good and thoughtful gift giver. He's always bringing you little trinkets and snacks from abroad. So, it is not out of character for him to bring you flowers, but with spring in full swing, your allergies simply cannot handle flowers in the house. When you sneeze and have to leave the room, he doesn't immediately get it but follows you out of the room. When you tell him it's the flowers, his eyes soften significantly and he grabs the bouquet and is gone for around twenty minutes. This time he returned with some rose shaped chocolates and he gave the flowers to your elder neighbor.
Changbin:
Changbin didn't know that lilies were so infamous for how many people are allergic to them. He simply saw them when he passed a florist and had to stop to get them for you. They were beautiful and he just wanted you to have them. But, when your eyes start watering and become red, he looks between the lilies and you a few times before getting rid of the flowers as quickly as he could. Changbin would jokingly and cutely ask you to forgive him, which, of course, you do.
Hyunjin:
Hyunjin made this mistake early in your relationship--before the two of you were even official. Therefore, it's become somewhat of an inside joke between the two of you. It was your third date and he'd come bearing a beautiful bouquet of flowers that he had helped arrange. Though, it only took a few minutes for your body to react and a flush to come over your skin and tears to stream down your cheeks involuntarily. Hyunjin panicked. Luckily, you both find the whole thing hilarious now and on every anniversary of your third date, Hyunjin paints you a flower bouquet.
Jisung:
Ngl, he might cry. Jisung hates to think that he caused you to have an allergic reaction, even if it was minor. Even if he didn't, he would not hesitate to throw the bouquet away and try to salvage the situation he thinks is a complete disaster. Some part of him is even convinced that you might break up with him over this. Of course, you know it was an honest mistake and even find it a bit cute. The two of you spend the rest of the night watching anime and cuddling.
Felix:
Felix had flowers delivered to your work none the wiser that you were allergic. When he comes to your place afterward, he sees the flowers placed in a vase on the table. But, he knows something is wrong when he sees your reddened nose and red eyes. When you tell him it's because of the flowers, he chastises you for bringing them in and carefully removes them, placing them on the balcony instead. Lightening the mood with a joke about how he's the only flower you need, he holds you the rest of the night.
Seungmin:
One of the ways Seungmin shows that he loves you is by buying you small gifts and leaving them somewhere he knows you'll find them. So, when you wake up one morning to flowers on your doorstep, you know they are from him. Your allergies were hit or miss, so you hoped you wouldn't react to them. Unfortunately, an hour later, you're sniffling and have a headache. He FaceTimes you not long later for your reaction and he's so horrified by your reaction that he finishes his work as quickly as he can to go be with you. Throwing out the flowers, he brings over a few sheets from his diary--dated from after your first date and the way he felt about you so immediately.
Jeongin:
Jeongin is excited as he approaches your place with flowers in hand. His was handpicked, having collected wildflowers and a few from a friend's garden. He knew that you would love the thoughtfulness of the present and he was right, beaming as he noticed your surprise and delight at how he assembled the bouquet himself. You didn't want to tell him about your hay fever and how some of the flowers he picked you were very allergic to because he was too sweet. Eventually, though, Jeongin noticed you wheezing and met your eyes to find them red and irritated. He feels bad when he finally gets the truth out of you and he will apologize, taking the flowers back with him. A few weeks later, he brings them back dried and pressed onto a framed canvas.
#skz#farfromsuga#stray kids#skz fanfic#skz fluff#skz reactions#stray kids fluff#stray kids reactions#skz preferences#stray kids preferences#stray kids fanfic#stray kids fan fiction#skz fanfiction#kpopreactions#kpopfanfiction#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#stray kids scenarios#skz scenarios#skz imagines#stray kids imagines#bang chan#lee know#seo changbin#hwang hyunjin#han jisung#lee felix#kim seungmin#yang jeongin
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Finding Love Part 5: A Midnight Summer's Dream
Suzy x M!Reader
Fluff, Smut
WC: 8063 words
“Hey, Professor. Our new financial advisor just came. She's waiting for you in your office.”
Your phone’s vibration stirs you awake, and you reach towards the nightstand, aimlessly grabbing for your phone. With your eyes still closed, you instinctively type in the password and open your messages. “Financial advisor? Who in the hell?”
You force yourself to sit up and start replying to Sana. “I'll be there in a bit. Just give me a little to get ready.”
Fighting back the temptation to lay back down, you get out of bed and step into the bathroom.
You don't bother turning on the lights this time and let the natural light from the open window illuminate the room. Everything seems to blur together. It barely feels like any time had passed before you already stepped into the shower, shampooed your hair, and dried off.
You toss together an outfit, grabbing a white button-up and a pair of black slacks. Since you've got no time to spare today, you rush out the door without a cup of coffee or anything else to eat.
“Professor!” You look up to find Sana, dressed in a beautiful light blue spring dress, at the entrance of the hospital, waving at you. “Hurry up! She's already waiting for you.”
Wait, how did I ge– “I'll be right there, Sana.” You shake your head, hoping to shake off the mental fog you're suffering from, and step out of the car. “Sana?”
“Hm?” she hums, scanning her keycard to open the door before letting you go through.
“When did I ask for a financial advisor?”
“You don't remember?” Sana scratches her head and calls the elevator. “I think it was last week. Professor Lee was yelling at you for having such a small profit margin, so you told So Hee to find one for you.”
“Yeah, I don't remember. Where's she from?”
“I think she told me, Goldman Sachs. Honestly, I don't really remember.”
The elevator doors open with a quiet ding, and Sana follows you in. She presses on the 30th floor and leans against the railing.
“You're not going to the lab?”
“Not today. So Hee said she needed to talk to me about something, and so did the new girl.”
You shake your head and lean back beside her, watching the floor numbers slowly tick up. Your eyes find their way to Sana, her lips slightly pursed as she stares at the buttons. Without her typical conversation, the elevator ride feels eerily quiet, and you can't hold back the urge to tap your finger against the railing.
Thankfully, the ride doesn't last much longer, and once the elevator doors open, you leave the awkward silence. Your floor feels empty early in the morning without your staff, but as you walk towards your office, the unmistakable smell of caramel wafts into your nose.
You can't help but smile when you spot the familiar source of the caramel aroma leaning against your desk. So Hee’s wearing an orange sweater that she paired with a lighter tan skirt. Her cup of coffee, which no doubt tastes like pure sugar, sits beside her, the steam reflecting some of the morning sunlight.
“Boss. There you are.” She smiles and opens the door for you, handing you her cup of coffee. “And here he is, with perfect timing.”
Only then do you notice the other person in the room. “Hello, my name is–” Her matcha latte falls from her hand and spills onto the floor.
Your breath gets sucked out of your lungs. A sharp breath through your dry lips. Deep breaths in an effort to dampen the rapidly quickening pace of your heart.
She hasn't changed in five years. Slightly curled brown hair that framed her face perfectly, brown doe eyes, and pouty lips. Her white tee was crisp and contrasted beautifully with her black skirt. Only once the door closes do you notice the scent of lilacs she always wore and the smell of matcha that she was obsessed with.
“Suj…”
“Hey…. How’ve you been?” Her eyes are glued to the floor, and she can’t seem to look up to meet your gaze.
Lost. Missing a piece of my heart. The words sit on the tip of your tongue, begging to be said. If only you could say it, but you feel So Hee’s eyes on you.
“So Hee. Would you mind giving us the room? I need to talk to her for a minute.” You give her a weak smile and wait for her to shut the door to your office before setting down the cup of coffee.
An awkward silence descends. Suzy stands out of arm’s reach, a few feet away from the window, not daring to come closer. She cradles her arm in front of her body, rocking gently from side to side. Her eyes stare at the ground, occasionally glancing up to see your reaction only to return back to the stained carpet. “So, are you just gonna stand there?” You slide over along the table and tap on the empty space beside you. A silent offer. A test to try and understand the state of your fractured relationship.
“Thanks.” She takes a few slow steps closer, eyes still trained on the floor as she leans on the desk beside you.
Another awkward silence, broken only by the sound of your heart beating out of your chest. Your fingers nervously tap on the desk, trying to think of something to say while your eyes stare at her hand. It was so close, close enough that you could just grab onto it and pull her out of this stuffy office, yet it couldn’t have felt any further away as she refused to meet your eyes.
“What are you doing here, Suj?”
“I don’t really know what to tell you. Last week, I got an email from my boss saying that there was a hospital looking for a financial advisor, and he’d like to recommend me for the position since it's in my hometown and I would probably like it. Soon enough, I was packing my bags for a flight, and so that’s how I got here.”
Your hands press down onto the table as you lean back. “So, you’re telling me that you just decided to take the job because it’s in our hometown, and you didn’t know it would be with me?”
She looks up and stares into your eyes. “Why are you acting like you’re not happy to see me? I know that it’s been five years, but I thought it wouldn’t matter.”
A sigh leaves your lips. “So you did know that it would be me.”
“Yes! I did know that it would be you. Happy now? I’ve missed you for five years, and I came back to see you,” she says bitterly, kicking the plastic cup across the room. “I'll just go if you don't want me. I can tell my boss that the environment didn't fit me.” Her voice breaks on the last few words, and she covers her eyes as she starts to walk out the door.
“You know that's not what I meant.” Your hand grabs her wrist, tugging her towards you. “I was just surprised. That's all.”
“I guess I was surprised too. I thought I'd never get to see you again.” Her tone is wistful, and she stares at her hands. “Sorry,” she whimpers, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I’m such a mess, aren't I?”
“No.” Your hand cups her cheek and brushes away the tear. “Not at all.” You grab her So Hee’s cup of coffee and hand it to her, watching as she takes a sip.
“Your secretary likes her coffee really sweet, huh?” she chuckles and sets the mug back onto the table behind you. “I probably shouldn’t stay too long.” Her hand reaches into her purse and takes out a black folder. “This is the contract provided by my company. Expected profit margins, what you want me to invest extra cash in. Everything should be covered, so call me if you have any questions.” She starts to get up again.
You glance down at your watch and send a quick text to So Hee. “Could you clear my schedule for today?”
“There are only one or two things, but may I ask why?” She responds immediately, presumably because she's waiting outside.
“Something came up.” You quickly set your phone back down only to realize that you'd grabbed onto Suzy’s wrist as she walked away. “Sorry,” you stammer and let go of her wrist. “Anyways. I'm free for the day, so do you want to catch up over lunch or something?”
“I have one or two people I need to visit, so if you want to come along.”
“Y-yeah, sure. I can drive.”
“Perfect,” she beams, grabbing onto your wrist. “Let’s go then. I’m starving.”
You feel your heart beat out of your chest as you stare at her. Her smile hadn’t changed, and for a moment, it felt like you were both fresh out of college, still just taking your first steps into the real world.
“We won’t get anywhere if you don’t follow me out of your office.” Suzy tugs on your wrist to emphasize her point. “Hurry up, already!” she laughs and laces her fingers through yours.
The grasp of her hand feels familiar, and you don’t resist when she tugs you out of your office and runs towards the elevator. You can feel So Hee’s eyes staring as you pass her on the way to the elevator, giving her a simple wave.
“Bye So Hee! It was nice meeting you!” Suzy manages out. Her grip on your hand tightens, dashing down the final stretch to the elevator.
“You know we didn’t have to run,” you laugh, pressing the button once you both stop in front of the doors.
“I know, but it's not every day that you can go out for a nice run.” Her breathing is slightly ragged, and her face is somewhat flush from the sprint. “Not that I don't have a gym membership, but I just don’t have the time.” She glances at your chest before looking up and smiling. “You look a little… bigger.” Her hand moves over your chest before she suddenly freezes.
“Suj? Are you o—” You feel a hard tug as she pulls you into the elevator and quickly presses the bottom floor. “What were you trying to say, Suj?” Your shoulder nudges against her’s and you sadden, watching her stare at the descending numbers to avoid your gaze. “Weren’t you gonn–”
“No, I wasn’t.” She pushes you away from her, wedging herself in the corner of the elevator. “And stop coming so close.” Her hand then lets go of yours, retreating away as she holds herself.
“Suj, just tell me what’s the ma—”
The elevator comes to an unexpected stop, and the doors open. Suzy leaves as quickly as possible, but you grab onto her arm and pull her back. Annoyed, she tries to draw her hand away but can’t release your grip. “I said stop coming so close! Now let g—”
“You’re leaving on floor ten!” You can feel your employees' eyes as they glance towards the commotion before you pull her back. Once she’s inside, you hurriedly close the elevator door, not noticing how close she is to you now. “Damn it,” you mutter and slide your hand down your face in frustration.
As the doors close, the thump of your heart becomes more and more prominent, and when you glance down, you’re caught with Suzy’s doe eyes looking back.
She blinks once or twice and takes a deep breath before noticing her hand on your chest. Her lips are close enough that you can feel her warm breath. After a few achingly long moments, she pushes herself off, managing out a weak “Sorry,” as she returns to her spot in the corner.
You stare at her, silent in the corner. “Suj.” Your voice gets her attention before you tug on her arm so that she faces you. “Are you going to tell me what’s the matter, or are we just going to be awkward all day?”
“Nothing is wrong.” Her murmur is barely audible.
“Of course, something is wro—!” A deep breath. “I’m sorry. Just tell me what’s wrong, Suj.”
“So Hee said tha—” She stops as the doors open to the lobby, revealing a large group of your employees staring at both of you. “I’m sorry. We were just get—”
You quickly press on the correct underground parking floor and smile at your employees. “We’re still headed down. Sorry, everyone.” Once the doors close, you nudge Suzy with your finger. “So? What’s the matter?”
“Well… me and So Hee were talking, and I don’t really know how it came up, but she said that she was dating you.” Her hand covers her face as she lets out a broken sob. “I shouldn’t have come back if I wa—”
“Shhh.” You pull her into your arms and pat her back. “Me and So Hee are not dating, so don’t worry about ruining anything.” Her soft hair brushes against your nose, and get a whiff of her scent. The smell of her lilac-scented perfume was familiar, and you couldn’t help taking a deep breath before letting her cry against your chest. “Don’t cry. It’ll be okay.”
She lets out a few more sobs as her hands rest on your chest and pull your shirt closer.
“I missed you.”
You smile and press a kiss to the top of her head. “I missed you too.”
“You’re a bastard,” she whimpers and pulls away before hitting your chest. “Leaving me to go to the airport alone. I hated you, but after a few days, I realized how much I missed you.”
“I won't leave again. I promise.”
“Better not.” Her weak nod against your chest releases the tension built from wanting to confess for years, and you pull her closer, not wanting to lose her familiar warmth in your arms ever again. When she drags you out of the elevator doors and smiles, you can't help but feel as if everything is coming back together.
She drags you through the parking lot and stops in front of your car, the old classic that looks slightly out of place in a doctor’s parking spot. “You still drive this to work?”
“No… I always drive my ot– I guess I decided to take this one today.” You shake your head, hoping to clear up the fog that hadn't quite dissipated from this morning, but to no avail.
“Are you okay?” Her hand grazes yours, and she pulls you closer with a concerned expression. Reaching up, she touches the back of her hand to your head. “You’re warm,” she mumbles before taking the keys from you. “I’ll drive then. You look horrible.”
“I’m not letting you drive.” You try to snatch the keys back from her, only for her to push you just out of reach and dash into the driver’s seat. “Suj.” Your knuckles rap against the window. “Get out.”
She looks at you back through the window and pouts, holding up one finger and mouthing, “Just this once. Pleaseeee.”
You shake your head and pull on the handle a few more times, but after a few more tugs of the handle, you relent and climb into the passenger seat. Now you can only watch in horror as she adjusts all of your mirrors and pulls the seat all the way forward before asking, “What’s the third pedal for?”
“It’s the clutch, Suj. For changing gear.”
“Oh.” She taps the pedal once or twice before taking a deep breath.
“Just let me drive,” you say as you unbuckle your seatbelt and get ready to step out.
“It’ll be fine,” she reassures, correctly changing the car into first gear. “It's not the first time that I've driven a manual.”
“Second then?”
She smiles and shakes her head before pulling out of the parking spot. “Third.” Her stifled laughter doesn’t do much to reassure you, but you're left with no choice other than to watch her.
After a few poor gearshifts, Suzy eventually gets comfortable driving the car. “Where should we go eat?” Her eyes glance over and settle on your wrist as you scroll through your phone. “You still wear the watch?”
“Me? N-n—” you try to come up with a reasonable explanation only to look down to see the piece you had both bought together. “I guess I did wear it.” Your voice is soft as you inspect the watch under the sunlight.
It was still as beautiful as ever. The brilliant white dial, sparkly silver case, and black leather strap were pristine, almost as if you had never worn it before.
An awkward silence settles down while she stops at a light heading into the fashion district. “I still haven’t worn mine much either,” Suzy admits quietly, staring at the car in front. Her fingers tap against the edge of the steering wheel, the only sound in the otherwise silent car.
“Where are we going?”
“Getting breakfast. Isn’t that what we planned on doing?”
“I know, but….” You look out the window to see the lines of clothing stores outside, beautiful restaurant patios, and wealthy couples, arms linked together as they walk down the white marble streets. “Suj. There's nothing good to eat here.”
Suzy just smiles and continues driving past the fashion district until stopping on a small street in Little Italy. “Come on. Let's get breakfast here.”
You step out into bustling little Italy. A young boy runs around tossing newspapers to each shop, carts sit alongside the road selling hot dogs and shaved ice, and most importantly, there's already a long line coming from the local deli. “A little early for pastrami?” you ask as the door slams shut.
“It's never too early for pastrami,” she says as she grabs onto your hand and tugs you into the line beside her. “It's been so long since I've had some pastrami from home.”
“You've lived in New York for five years, and you still like the pastrami from here?”
Suzy nods her head and takes a step forward. “I only had one pastrami sandwich in New York. It was my first week there, and I wanted to try the famous New York Pastrami from Katz’s. I ended up waiting in line for like an hour.” Her voice softens. “When I took the first bite. Yes. It was delicious. The best pastrami I've ever had, but I realized I was alone. In some new place, without my best friend who’d always eaten with me from the first week of college. So…” she sniffles. “I never had another pastrami in New York after that.”
You suck in a breath through your teeth and watch her sullen expression stare at the broken pavement. “You know I di–”
“It's okay, though.” She looks into your eyes and forces a smile. “We’re here together now. That's all that matters. Right?”
“Yeah.” There's a dull throb in your heart as you stare at her. A mixture of remorse, guilt, and regret all seemed to pull at your heartstrings every time you looked at her.
Suddenly the feeling of her hand clutching onto yours felt uncomfortable, but when you try to pull away, she holds on even tighter. “I told you to put all of that behind us.” Her hand touches your cheek. “I don’t want you to be frustrated with yourself. You can’t change the past, so stop thinking about it. Okay?” She waits for you to nod. “Good. I hope you still remember my order.”
Her unexpected tug pulls you through the door, and you’re caught staring at a grumpy-looking Italian man glaring at you from inside the window.
“Could I have–” you stifle a cough. “a regular pastrami with everything on it.” A quick glance towards Suzy, hoping to get a reaction, only to see her playing on her phone. “and another pastrami but with half mayo, please.”
“Anything else?” The man scribbles down your order on his notepad.
“Could you add another regular pastrami with everything on it, please?” Suzy says, reaching for her purse. “And yeah, that’ll be it.”
You smile and give the man ₩30000. Once he takes it, you glance over at Suzy doing her best to hide her slight smile as she places her wallet back into her purse.
“You'll be order number six.” He rips off an order number and hands it to you.
Your hand barely manages to grab the receipt before Suzy tugs you down to the pickup window. “Did I get the order right?” you tease, expecting her to reluctantly acknowledge you. Instead, she says nothing and continues scrolling through her text messages. “Suj?”
“Hm?” she hums, eyes still glued to her phone.
“I got your order right, didn’t I?”
Suzy sighs and turns off her phone before snatching the receipt from you. She quickly glances over the receipt and then hands it back. “I only get half a sandwich, but you can’t seem to remember that.”
“That’s bull.”
“I told you that you would get it wrong.”
“Whatev—”
“Order six! Order six!” A plastic bag is placed outside the window with a post-it note attached.
Swiftly, Suzy snatches the receipt from between your fingers and hands it to the man inside the window. You can make out the words thank you on her lips before she grabs the bag. “It smells so good,” she says, opening the bag and taking a deep inhale.
“Yeah,” you smile and push open the door for her to step out. “Where are we eating?”
“This time?” She looks around the packed streets at midday and up at the sky.
Your eyes follow hers to the beautiful blue sky with a few small white clouds dotting the sea of blue. “We could go eat at the park.” You meet her eyes. “It’s a nice day today. Maybe play a game of chess by the pond if you want.”
She looks down the street to the lush green park in the city's center before shaking her head. “Let’s go visit someone today.” Her hand lightly holds onto yours as she waits for your nod.
“Yeah. Let’s go see him.” You grab onto her hand more tightly before noticing the eyes of pedestrians on both of you. “Suj. Wait a minute.” Your hand lets go of hers as you take off your jacket and toss it into the car. Then you roll up your sleeves before holding onto her hand again and tugging her towards the fashion district.
After a few minutes, she leads you into Columbus Street, the main road in the center of Little Italy. “We have to get some fruit,” she smiles, leading you into the weekly farmer’s market.
Every Saturday, the small street is closed down, and stalls are set up on each side of the road selling things from local honey to fresh produce.
Suzy smiles as she guides you through the crowd and to a small stand with an array of fruit baskets. “What should we get?” She looks through each basket, occasionally picking up a tempting-looking fruit and rotating it in her hand.
“I don’t even know what’s in season right now?” you laugh and step back a little so she can freely find whatever she wants to eat.
“How much for a box of strawberries, miss?”
“₩5000.”
Suzy nods her head and picks up a promising-looking box. She turns the box and looks at the strawberries on the bottom before taking five dollars from her purse. “I’ll just take this one, please.”
“Of course,” the old lady smiles and takes the bill. “Does your boyfriend want anything?”
“Him?” Suzy smiles before turning back and grabbing your hand. “Do you want anything, babe~?” She stifles a laugh as she watches your cheeks flush a bright red.
“N-no, thank you,” you stammer and lead Suzy away from the stall. Once you’ve made it far enough away, you turn towards her. “What was that, Suj?”
“What do you mean, babe?” She smiles deviously and runs her hand down your cheek before grabbing onto the back of your neck. Her hand forces you just close enough that you can feel her warm breath brush against your lips. “Look at how flustered you are,” she breathes.
The beat of your heart becomes painfully evident as it quickens inside your chest. Your hand wraps around her waist and pulls her closer. Her small frame presses against you, and her left hand rests on your chest, maintaining some small distance between you.
“You’ve changed.”
“I realized that it’s better to take chances before they slip away.” Your hand presses on her back to push her closer.
Her hand on your chest forces you back, and her finger comes to your lips. “I’m not going anywhere, so let’s do this another time, okay?” She runs her hands through your hair before grabbing back onto your hand. “For now. Let’s go have breakfast. I’m hungry.”
“Y-yeah. Let’s go eat.” You force back the sinful thoughts and follow after her.
Once you round the final corner, you spot a motorcycle officer standing beside a car, notepad in hand, as he marks down a ticket. The realization soon dawns on you, and you stop in your tracks. “It’s okay. We parked in a free parking spot.” Suzy’s finger runs over the back of your hand. “Worst case scenario. I’ll just pay for it.”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
She nods and continues walking down the street before stopping outside a watch boutique.
It looks the same as before. The open plaque still hangs right on the door, a few beautiful watches are still displayed outside the window, and a familiar old man sits behind the counter with a magnifying glass over one eye as he skillfully opens up the case of a watch. (His shirt pocket is creased from holding a box of cigarettes inside it for so long, but now only holds a beautiful black pen and his glasses.)
She stands outside silently and continues looking through the window. A quiet whimper leaves her throat before she covers her face with her hand, and a small tear runs down her cheek.
“Hey. Hey. What’s the matter?” you wrap your arms around her and gently lean her head on your shoulder. “Don’t cry. You’re back home now.” Your hand pats her back as your shoulder becomes wet from her tears. She slowly pulls away after a few minutes, and you run your hand down your cheek. “Ready to go in yet?”
She weakly nods but lets you step through the door first.
“How can I he— Goddamn it, you bastard, you actually came!” Michael smiles and sets down the watch. “Come here!” He rounds the counter before stopping in his tracks as Suzy steps in beside you. His eyes widen, and he quickly runs his hands down his face in disbelief. “Suj?” He speeds past you and pulls her into an embrace before softly crying against her shoulder.
“Hey, Michael.” Her voice is soft, and after a few sobs, she breaks into tears on his shoulder.
You’re left standing there, watching both of them as they whisper in each other’s ear and cry. It feels nice to be able to see both of them together again, almost as if this moment is just a dream, and you can’t help but pinch yourself to make sure this is real. After another minute, you decide to step away and give them their moment.
You step behind the counter and admire the watch that Michael was working on, its beautiful movement held together by the small pins and screws that were carefully sorted to the side of the velvet tray.
After a few moments of staring at the timepiece, you walk further down the counter and open the door to his office. Inside, you find a comfy leather chair behind a small office desk. On the desk is an empty cigarette tray and a pair of photos, one of his late wife and the other a trip from the week before Suzy left.
You spend a short amount of time staring at the photo before the sound of movement outside turns your attention away. After setting the photo back down, you step back out to find them getting ready to eat, a plastic bag laid over a glass case to avoid any accidental stains.
“There you are!” Suzy smiles and pulls the stool beside her closer before opening another pastrami sandwich. “Hurry up already! I’m hungry.”
“I’m coming,” you say and sit down beside her. The moment your hand wraps around the sandwich, she takes a messy bite causing Michael and you to make eye contact across the table.
“Some things never change, I guess,” he shrugs and takes a small bite.
“You expected her to change?”
He smiles and shakes his head. “No. She’s still the same as ever.” You can feel his eyes on you before he looks over towards her, and you quickly pass her a napkin.
“Thank you,” she manages out between bites as she quickly dabs the corners of her mouth.
“You still eat like a five-year-old.”
“And?” She finishes her bite and swallows before articulating the rest of her point. “Eating pastrami is meant to be messy. You don’t eat pastrami with a knife and fork.”
“Yes, but…” Your napkin dabs her chin as a little juice comes down from the corner of her mouth. “You can eat pastrami and not look like a child.”
Just as she's about to take another bite, you say, “Let me get the sauce on your lips.” You move towards her and dab the corners of her mouth, getting rid of the small drops of sauce stuck to her lips. Suddenly as you're getting a small crumb on her lip, you feel her breathing slow and cheeks warm. “Suj, are you ok–” You glance up and unintentionally meet her gaze.
Her warm breath brushes against your lips, and she takes a deep breath before swallowing the lump in her throat.
Suddenly, Michael clears his throat, and both of you turn to look at him. “And here I was thinking you were coming to visit me.” He shakes his head before taking a bite.
“Sorry,” you say, slowly moving away from Suzy.
“It’s fine. It’s fine. Young love and all that jazz.” His voice is mocking, and he does a slight pizazz motion with his hand to bring home the point.
“We get it, Michael,” Suzy laughs, eyeing you for a moment as you take another bite before finishing half her sandwich. “Well?” She dabs the corners of her mouth with a napkin. “How’s business been, Michael? Looks like you've been doing better?” Her eyes glance around the shop; a lot of the displays are only half full and a few completely empty.
“It's gotten better lately.” His eyes follow her gaze. “There's been a lot of new jobs lately, and a lot of new customers come to buy a new watch.” He stares at the watch on his wrist. “So yeah. I’m a certified dealer for most of the manufacturers now.”
Suzy nods her head, setting aside the other half of the sandwich. “How's Mary? Where's she going to school?”
“Mary?” He grabs a photo from behind him and shows it to both of you. “Mary’s in her last year at Dartmouth. Probably gonna try and get an internship in New York since she still wants to work in finance.”
“That's fantastic!” Suzy digs through her purse before producing a business card. “Have her call me when she's done. I can set her up with an internship.”
“Thank you, Suzy.”
“Anything for a friend.” She smiles to herself before looking at his shirt pocket. “No cigarette box?”
Michael looks down and takes out the pen. “I stopped smoking a few months ago.” He stares at you and chuckles. “An old friend came to visit and gave me a friendly reminder.”
You can’t help but smile when you think about your last visit with Michael. Suddenly you feel an elbow to your side and look to your right to find Suzy glaring at you. “What!” she mouths.
Goddamn it.
“Don’t get mad at him, Suzy.” He gives both of you a kind smile. “I’m sure he was just as heartbroken by you leaving as I was.” There’s a faint sadness in his voice as if he still hasn’t fully recovered from those five years. His hand reaches over the table, and he grabs her hand, running his finger along the back. “We’re just glad you’re back, now.”
“Yeah….” A soft sigh leaves her lips.
“You still wear it?” Michael turns Suzy’s wrist so that the face of her watch shines under the light.
“I guess we just happened to wear a matching set today.” You laugh and look at Suzy, a slight blush rising on her face when your eyes meet.
There’s a knock outside the door, and you spot a recognizable face—someone from a magazine or something you’ve seen before. “We should probably go. You’ve got a customer,” Suzy says, grabbing the plastic bag.
“Wait! It’s been five years, right? Leave your watches here. They need to be serviced to run correctly.” There’s a smirk on his face as he slides both of you a velvet tray to place your watches on top of.
You chuckle and unclasp your watch, placing it on the tray.
“It’s good to know that you’re still as clever as ever, Michael,” Suzy sighs and places her watch beside yours. “We’ll see you next week then.”
“Mm, I’ll see you next week. Bring Cubanos next time.”
“Of course, Michael,” you say as you open the door to leave. “We’ll see you next week.”
“See you next week!” Suzy yells before she runs back into the shop and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
You laugh, watching both of them hug each other again, neither wanting to let go. “Hurry up, Suj! This poor man is waiting to get a watch!”
“I’m coming. Stop rushing me!” She eventually pries herself away from Michael and runs out the door. “Let’s go.” Her fingers lace with yours, and she looks up at you with a bright smile on her face.
Your heart skips a beat, and you cover the crimson blush on your face. “Y-yeah. We can head back now.” You grab tightly onto her hand and politely nod to the customer waiting outside before following after her.
The midday sun feels pleasant, with light dotting clouds on the beautiful blue sky. It was perfect, not too hot, not too cold. The same could be said about the company beside you.
Her lilac perfume scents the air around you as you walk back through the empty streets. Her hand lightly grasps yours, occasionally pulling you closer whenever she nuzzles against your shoulder.
A perfect fairy tale ending. She was— is everything you’ve ever dreamed about. Your first love. The person who left a hole in your heart that only she could fill.
If only this moment could last forever. Just as you reach your car, your phone comes alive, and you’re forced to take an urgent call from So Hee. “Hey, So Hee. What’s up?”
Suzy lets go of your hand but remains beside you, a concerned look on her face. “Is something wrong?” she mouths.
You shake your head and smile before grabbing a strand of her hair and bringing it up to your nose. ‘It’s nothing.”
“Boss? Did you hear me?”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry, So Hee. Could you say that again?”
There’s an audible sigh on the other side of the line. “Professor Lee has just approved Sana’s request for more funding. She needs you here, so you can sign off on the spending.”
“Yeah. I’ll be right there. Thanks, So Hee.” You turn off the line and sigh, massaging the bridge of your nose.
“Is everything alright?” Suzy grabs your hand, running her fingers along the back.
“Yeah, everything’s okay. I’m sorry, but we’re probably gonna have to head back to the office.” You look at her apologetically, expecting a frustrated or disappointed expression on her face.
Instead, she simply runs her hand down your face and smiles. “It’s okay. I had fun today, and I’ve been meaning to get all my things set up in the office anyways.”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t look so depressed.” She pinches your cheek. “Worst comes to worst. We can do something fun in the office.”
The only response you can manage is a weak sigh before getting into the car.
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The pile of paperwork was finally done. Sana’s request for new blankets and books for her ward was approved, So Hee’s schedule changes have been signed off for the next month. All that was left was ensuring that Suzy had finished moving into her office.
You step from your office to a dark room, save for the singular light from across the hall. A dim yellow glow from a desk light that Suzy has on while working on her laptop. Her glasses fall slightly past the bridge of her nose, and you can see the reflection off the lenses. There’s a slight pout on her lips as she works, occasionally taking a sip of the half-full matcha latte beside her. Her eyes, however, remain intently locked on the screen as she types away at what you could only assume to be the investment spread for the hospital in the next year.
A few knocks on her door draw her attention away from the screen.
There's a short moment just before your eyes meet where a nervous breath leaves your lips. Your heart races, and you nervously swallow a lump in your throat.
Her eyes meet yours, and a slight smile appears on her face as she practically leaps out of her chair to open the door.
“What are you doing here?”
“Me?” She glances at the mess of papers on her desk, various spreadsheets of profit margins, and potentially high-risk investments. “Just figuring out the spread I wanted for the portfolio.”
“You should probably head home. It's getting late already.” You lean on the desk and watch her simulation calculate the best investment spread. Your hand rests on the top of the laptop, and once the simulation reaches a quarter of completion, you shake your head and close the laptop.
“Yah!”
“You can do this tomorrow. It's getting late.” You look around the office. “We’re the only ones left.”
Her expression shifts, and a seductive glint appears in her eyes. “Really~?” She climbs onto the desk beside you and moves her hand onto your chest, sliding up until it reaches your loosened tie. “You’re telling me that….” Her fingers tighten the knot around your neck. “We’re the only ones left?”
“Suj….” Your hand grabs onto her wrist. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Her finger slides down the knot of the tie. “And why not?” She glances around the dark room before gently placing her hand on your thigh. “We’re all by ourselves anyways.” Her fingers then move up to your jaw, pulling it closer to her. “You don’t even know what I want to do yet, dummy.”
“I have some clue,” you breathe, her warm hand on your thigh driving your mind haywire as you’re entranced by those familiar yet entirely unfamiliar brown eyes.
“Do you?” She grabs the end of your tie and pulls you closer till her lips almost touch yours. “Are you so sure now?”
“Suj…” Her warm breath brushing against your lips drives you insane, and your eyes look down to her flushed cheeks and red lips. Those beautiful lips, plush, almost pouty, with a light tint of red. They just look so– you can’t hold yourself back any longer. Your hand touches her lower back, and you pull her towards you, a small yelp leaving her throat.
You feel her hands touch your chest before her lips crash against yours. Her lips are soft. Undeniably so, you could taste a hint of the matcha latte she was drinking just a few moments ago. The smell of her lilac perfume becomes indescribably distinct as her hair brushes against the side of your face. Warm breaths tickle your upper lip before her lips slowly part, and you can feel her hand grab a handful of your white shirt, tugging herself closer.
Her tongue touches yours for a moment before she pushes herself away, face flushed a bright red. “We should’ve done this sooner,” she breaths while her hand begins to work away at your tie. Her fingers fumble with the knot, trying to pull it apart before she takes a deep breath as your lips touch the side of her neck. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” Your teeth run along her skin, and a slight smile creeps onto your face as you watch her lean back, softly breathing.
It was an ethereal sight, her face flushed as gentle breaths left her lips, the beautiful white skin of her neck unmarred, perfect. A gentle breath becomes a soft gasp when she feels your teeth bite down on her bare skin.
Her grip on your shirt suddenly tightens, and you can feel her hands on your chest before she pushes you away. “I have to go to work tomorrow,” she laughs, her voice caught between laughter and a soft moan.
“We can just take the day off tomorrow.” You quickly force yourself back, enjoying her breathy moan when you start kissing by her throat.
“Goddamn it,” she hums, another ragged breath escaping her mouth. “Don't.”
A sigh. “Fine.” Your lips kiss her jawline and feel her writhe in your arms as you move down to her collarbone, barely exposed through the top of her shirt.
“You’re such a fiend,” she laughs, her hands making their way to your collar and loosening your tie. A few deft moments of her fingers unbuttons half your shirt before she pushes you away from her. “You can stop nibbling away at my neck.”
“And why—” Your hand on her waist tugs her closer. “would I want to do that?”
“Because….” She meets your gaze, biting her lip. “Maybe.” Her finger gently touches your cheek, making sure that you’re still staring at her eyes before slowly tracing down, pushing aside the two open halves of your shirt. “I want to do something else.”
You can feel the beat of your heart as her hand slides over your chest, occasionally letting her nails run along the skin, adding a strangle tingling sensation that drives you mad.
“You’ve been working out, it seems,” she says with a wry smile. Her fingers unbutton the last few buttons above your abdomen before hooking onto the top of your hands.
“Suj….”
“Suj~.” She mimics your voice with a smile and presses her hand on your abs as she leans closer. The seductive glint still hasn’t left her eyes, and she keeps one hand on your chest to keep you from moving forward. “I love it when you say my name like that,” she smiles, her warm breath tickling your lips before her lips crash against yours.
Initially, you only feel the warmth emanating from her flushed cheeks and the softness of her beautiful lips before she grabs onto your tie, pulling you forward. Your length strains in your pants as she pulls on your tie like a leash, forcing you deeper into the kiss while her hand slowly runs down your thigh. The feeling between your legs is excruciating, painful, and you shift underneath her, trying to get some stimulation before the taste of blood seeps into your kiss. “Focus on me, dummy.”
She pulls away from the kiss and bites down on the end of your tie, using her hand to shimmy it out of your collar and then tighten it around your neck. “This is what you’ve always wanted, right?” Her hand on your thigh traces around your hardened length. “You’ve always wanted to be mine. Haven’t you.” You open your mouth to answer, only to feel a harsh tug around your neck as she wraps the tie around her fingers. “Don’t kill the mood by saying something stupid. Just nod.”
A soft breath leaves your lips, and you give her a weak nod, watching a cruel smile form on her face soon after. “Good. Now kiss me again.” She doesn’t give you much of a choice, yanking on the tie again until your lips are forced against hers.
The kiss is possessive. Suzy controls you with her makeshift leash, and her teeth touch your lips every few moments, a cruel reminder of what will happen if your focus shifts elsewhere.
While she kisses you, her hand on your thigh begins undoing the button of your pants. Her lips never leave yours as she tugs off the black slacks and tosses them somewhere behind her. Your shirt follows after it, leaving you in a pair of black boxers and a black tie.
The room's cool air makes the hair on your legs stand up, and you can feel your length stand up on its own, her hand tantalizingly close to it. “You’re so needy.”
She lets go of your tie and hooks both hands onto your boxers, tugging them off your legs before moving back and admiring her work. “You look perfect.” Her finger runs over your lip, getting a tiny bit of blood which she takes a taste of, while her other hand rubs lazy circles on your thigh.
“Enough of this.” Her hand wraps around your length, and you take a deep breath as her cool fingers constrict around your need. “I’ve been wanting this for too long,” she says, reaching down and letting her slick panties fall down to the floor before climbing back on top of you.
Her lithe frame sits on your lap as she grabs back onto your tie and stares into your eyes. Entranced. The only way to describe how you feel. Everything feels numb as you gaze into those beautiful brown orbs; not even the feeling of the tie constricting around your throat could get you to look away from them.
“Ah fuck.” She pulls again, her lips right next to your ear as she softly moans. “You feel amazing.”
Your mouth opens to say something, but another harsh tug from her silences you. Her finger presses against your lips, and she seductively meets your eyes, a silent moan leaving her lips.
You let her finger rest on your lips for a few moments before quickly taking it into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around them while you admire the shocked expression that quickly shifts to seductive approval as she runs her hand down your cheek. “You’re such a fiend,” she chuckles, letting her finger slip out of your mouth with a pop as your lips start feathering kisses against her neck.
You kiss her neck with a slight smile, enjoying the softness of her skin while your hardened length presses against her abdomen. Her skin is like the softest velvet against your lips, and her warm breath brushes tickles your ear.
Your hand slips underneath her dress, pushing it off her shoulder. “What are yo–” She breathes a slight laugh as you begin kissing her shoulder, worshiping the gentle curve of her collarbone and the soft skin of her arm.
“Stop.”
Her stern voice forces a pause as you’re pushed away from her shoulder with a firm hand on your chest.
“We shouldn't be doing this….” Suzy’s eyes are downcast, but her hand grasps firmly onto your shirt. “It's our first time seeing each other in years, and we’re just fuc–”
“You don't want to?” Your finger traces down her jaw before pressing it upward, so she gazes into your eyes. “It's perfectly natural, Suj. We’re both adul–”
“Not like this.” Her hand grazes down your cheek lovingly. “This just feels too much like a fling…. Right?”
You nod slowly.
“Wait for me, so I can be with you.”
Note: Hope you all enjoyed this one. It took me a while to write it, but I would say that I'm pretty happy with it. Thank you to my editing team, @kaedewrites for reading the smut, @fillinforlater, and @v1ntrix for reading the entire fic. All of you are amazing. Nonetheless, thank you for your time reader. Hopefully, I'll see you all soon. Love, Unsure.
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Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 4
riize ff: wonbin, eunseok, seunghan, sungchan, sohee, anton, shotaro, original characters
genre: youth, romance, teen, fluff, angst, slice of life
note: you can check my asianfanfics.com/jayxhobi for this story.
Ever since that day when a pebble accidentally hit Jiwoo's forehead, flung by Wonbin in a fit of frustration, she had been giving him death glares. Out of all the people in their class, it was this enigmatic, quiet girl who had barely spoken to anyone, despite several weeks having passed.
Seunghan couldn't help but notice the peculiar situation his friend found himself in.
"You've really gotten on her nerves, my friend," Seunghan teased, but Wonbin wasn't in the mood for jest and chose to ignore him.
Since Wonbin wouldn't divulge anything, Seunghan decided to step in and invited Jiwoo to accompany him to the cafeteria to grab some snacks. Jiwoo accepted and silently walked alongside him, ignoring the icy glares from the other girls in the class.
"What do you want? My treat," Seunghan offered as they stood in line.
"It's okay; I can buy something for myself," Jiwoo politely declined, but Seunghan persisted, repeatedly asking her what she wanted. Jiwoo, just as stubborn as Wonbin, refused to give in.
However, Seunghan persevered and waited for Jiwoo to state her order. He immediately paid for the egg sandwich she selected.
"I told you I can pay," Jiwoo protested as she tried to hand him her lunch money.
"I told you I'd pay," Seunghan replied, and he eventually prevailed. Jiwoo couldn't help but appreciate the gesture.
"...you insisted because you want something," she accused, squinting at him as they made their way back to the classroom. Seunghan nodded with an apologetic smile. Jiwoo sighed. "I knew it."
"Everything has a price," Seunghan stated, but Jiwoo disagreed.
"Most of the things we want have a price, but not the things we need to become human," she remarked, leaving Seunghan a bit puzzled as he tried to comprehend her words.
"Sorry, but all I want to ask is what's going on between you and Wonbin?" he inquired.
"He hurt me," Jiwoo responded, surprising Seunghan with this revelation. He began to contemplate what might have caused Wonbin to hurt her feelings, leading to Jiwoo's peculiar behavior towards him.
"How did he hurt you?" Seunghan asked, intrigued by the unexpected information. He contemplated various ways in which Wonbin might have caused Jiwoo emotional distress.
"He kicked a pebble, and it bounced back and hit me right in the forehead. Look." Jiwoo pushed her bangs away from her forehead, revealing a red, swollen mark in the center. "And you know what's worse? He didn't apologize; he said it was my fault for being there."
Seunghan was left speechless. He hadn't expected Wonbin to be so ridiculously petty over something so trivial.
"I'm sorry. Does it still hurt?" he asked.
"It hurts when I press it, but I'd feel much better if he apologized," Jiwoo said. "It's a simple sorry, so why can't he do it?" She continued, and Seunghan could tell that Jiwoo valued such simple yet meaningful gestures.
He smiled and gently pressed a cold can of grape juice against her forehead. "Keep it on your forehead. I'll talk to Wonbin and make sure your message gets through," he promised.
"You don't have to," Jiwoo protested.
"He's under my care, and he needs to remember the things I've taught him about how to treat girls," Seunghan stated firmly and proudly, causing Jiwoo to burst into laughter.
"You're so strange," she said, chuckling.
"Not as strange as you," he playfully retorted, making her laugh even harder.
Unbeknownst to them, Wonbin had been observing the exchange from a distance, wondering what Jiwoo had done to his friend to make him so kind to her. He didn't even notice the girl standing next to him until she spoke up.
"They make a cute couple, don't you think?" the girl remarked.
Startled, Wonbin turned to the source of the voice and saw Suyoung smiling at him.
"Jiwoo and Seunghan. Don't you think they look adorable together?" she inquired, but Wonbin remained unresponsive, maintaining his cold demeanor.
Suyoung accompanied him back to their classroom and initiated a conversation. "So, how long have you been playing?" she asked, reaching for his guitar before he quickly pulled it out of her reach.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"About a year," Wonbin replied tersely, almost glaring at her. This guitar had been a gift from his mom, and he was protective of it.
"It's an electric guitar. I've never seen one up close," Suyoung added as she sat next to him. "Do you think I could play it one day?"
"Not sure," Wonbin replied, but his interest was piqued when he realized that she could play.
"You play?" he inquired.
"Yep. I have one at home. I've been playing for three years now," Suyoung disclosed. "Would you like to jam during lunch tomorrow?"
"Sure," Wonbin responded, experiencing a sense of excitement that he hadn't felt since arriving at the school. He didn't expect to meet a girl who could play, let alone one who invited him to jam during lunch. He was eager to tell Seunghan about this.
"Wow, you can really smile," Suyoung noted with a chuckle. "Okay, I'll bring mine tomorrow, and you can invite some of your friends to join us."
"Hey, guys, what's going on here?" Sohee, one of the kindest students and Suyoung's friend, approached. "Jamming with a guitar?"
"Yes, Sohee. Do you want to join?" Suyoung asked.
"Sure! But only if Wonbin is okay with it," Sohee said, giving Wonbin an inquisitive look. Wonbin couldn't say no, as he didn't want to miss the opportunity to play with a girl.
"Sohee's a great singer. Maybe you can join us for karaoke sometime?" Suyoung suggested.
"Karaoke?" Wonbin blinked, his heart racing as someone besides Seunghan had invited him to hang out.
"Yes, I asked Seunghan earlier, but he told me to ask you too," Suyoung explained, noticing the change in his demeanor. "I wanted to ask you as well, but I didn't know how, so I asked him first and sought his advice."
"I'll think about it," Wonbin responded, although his face didn't light up, leaving everyone feeling somewhat disheartened. Just then, Seunghan and Jiwoo walked into the room. When Wonbin walked out, Seunghan attempted to follow him.
"Hey, where are you—?" Seunghan began, only to be taken aback by the sight of Jiwoo following Wonbin.
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glimpse of us (c.bg)
cherrygyusworld
please don’t copy or rewrite/post as your own. none of the following images are mine; copyright goes to owner! if you’d like to take this idea and use it, that’s fine, but I’d ask that you don’t make the scenario exactly the same and use a different layout. enjoy!
summary | both you and beomgyu are suffering from ending your relationship, even though it’s been a full year. you spend nights in someone else’s arms, but the only thing you want is to be back with him.
category | angst, breakup!au
warnings | none that i can think of
word count | 1.6k
pairing | beomgyu x fem reader, soobin x fem reader
He'd take the world off my shoulders
If it was ever hard to move
He'd turn the rain to a rainbow
When I was living in the blue
Sometimes, it was hard to face reality.
The fact that you and Beomgyu had broken up, the fact that you would never be able to call him yours again, was slowly filling you inside. When you'd agreed to it a few days ago, it had felt like nothing. Like he would come back and the two of you would reconcile, and things would go completely normal again. But that wasn't the case. It was hitting you now in your shared apartment bedroom, while he sat silently on one side, packing his boxes, and you sat in the other corner, organizing yours.
Why had you two broken up? You didn't even know the answer to that anymore. Your relationship had started tearing off in bits, the way paper does when placed in water. It's damaged, and when you take it out again, it can heal with scars. But it's dipped again and again in water, and everything slowly ebbs off eventually. Little arguments, small fights, misunderstandings. All of those had combined together to throw your relationship to the dumps. And when the two of you were drunk and angry one night, that was the final blow. And that night, everything ended.
You quickly shut your eyes. You didn't want to think about it anymore. You quickly stuffed the last of your belongings into your box and left without a second glance. You could only mutter a quick "Goodbye" on your way out before the tears started to fall.
Why then, if he is so perfect
Do I still wish that it was you?
Perfect don't mean that it's working
So what can I do?
When you're out of sight
In my mind
It had been a whole year since the breakup that still scarred you. It had affected you in ways that no other breakup had. But you'd eventually picked yourself up from the ground and found a new life for yourself. That was what he was doing as well, you suspected.
You had a new boyfriend now: Choi Soobin. He was nice, a good listener, and the best at understanding. But from time to time, you'd wonder why you weren't as happy as you had been with Beomgyu. Soobin was like the total opposite, but he matched with you so well. You two had a lot in common. Soobin was different. Soobin was quiet, reserved, and polite, whereas Beomgyu was loud, annoying, and often crazy. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Soobin or the way he acted, but you just couldn't seem to click with him as you had with Beomgyu. You enjoyed every single passing moment with him, yet there was always something in between that was missing too.
"Y/n, are you okay?" Soobin waved a hand in front of your blank face.
"Huh? Oh, of course I am. Sorry. I'm fine." You rambled out, shaking your head to wake yourself up. This was not the time to be thinking about your ex. You had a perfect boyfriend in front of you, and you were still thinking about a broken relationship from a year ago.
"Okay, I'm glad." Soobin said, smiling. He picked up his chocolate crossaint. "Here, have a bite. It's delicious."
You obliged, brining your mouth closer and taking a huge bite out of it. He was right. It was delicious.
"Mmm," You said, offering your muffin to him. You watched as he took off a piece and popped it in his mouth, chewing happily. Even his eyes smiled. You found yourself getting lost in his dark orbs, finding swirling memories of you laughing in the park, holding his hand and giggling with joy.
His hand.
But it wasn't Soobin's, and you hated to admit that it would never be.
You quickly shook yourself off and blinked to see Soobin staring at you with concern etched across his face again.
"Gah. I did it again, didn't I?" You muttered sheepishly. Soobin let out a soft chuckle.
"It's okay. You must be tired today. Do you wanna pack the rest of these for later, then?"
You nodded gratefully, wondering why you couldn't love Soobin to your heart's extent. He was so perfect.
But then again, perfect wasn't what you needed. You needed his hand to grasp in yours again, his lips on yours, his laugh to fill your world.
You shook you head. You really needed to stop doing this.
Tell me she savors your glory
Does she laugh the way I did?
Is this a part of your story?
One that I had never lived
Maybe one day you'll feel lonely
And in her eyes, you'll get a glimpse
Maybe you'll start slipping slowly
And find me again
When you're out of sight
In my mind
"Gyu~" Sujin's voice called Beomgyu as he looked up. He'd been waiting for her to finish her shift at the pool so that they could have the rest of the afternoon for themselves.
"Hey." He said, smiling and intertwining his fingers in hers. "How was your day?"
"Great. There was this adorable little girl here, and she absolutely loved the pool!" Sujin giggled in excitement by just talking about the little girl.
Sujin was Beomgyu's new girlfriend. They had met a few months ago through mutual friends, and she understood him in ways that he hadn't felt in a while. Not since y/n. She was precious, sweet, and kind. But she still wasn't y/n.
"So, how was your day?" Sujin asked Beomgyu in return. He shrugged.
"It was alright. There was one rude customer first start in the morning, but the customers after were so much nicer. I guess they made up for him." He continued to talk about his encounters at work, but his mind was obviously elsewhere.
Sujin started to fiddle with her fingers as Beomgyu talked, and he noticed it after about a minute or so. Not many people around him did it, but he was so used to y/n fiddling with her fingers when she was anxious that it seemed so normal now. His thoughts hitched back to a year ago, way before they'd had their fights. The way she had fiddled around under the table on their first date at a restaurant. How she'd been unable to keep her hands still while walking through a busy crowd. It had been such a cute habit, and Beomgyu had lived for teasing her about it. He realized he was smiling again, but not for Sujin. He instantly wiped it from his face. This was wrong to do.
"How about we stop for some coffee?" Sujin asked as they passed a small, dainty cafe. Beomgyu was about to decline, not in the mood for caffeine, when the irresistible scent of coffee wafted through his nose.
"Of course." He agreed, and the two of them walked in.
'Cause sometimes you look in her eyes
And that's where you find a glimpse of us
And you try to fall for her touch
But you're thinking of the way it was
Said you're fine and said you moved on
You're only here passing time in her arms
Hoping to find
A glimpse of us
"Beomgyu?"
"Y/n?"
The two of you gaped at each other. You and Soobin had just cleaned up the table and had been preparing to leave when someone asked if you were done using the table. You had turned back to see a very pretty girl, but you were even more astounded to see your ex behind her, who seemed equally as shocked.
"D-do you know each other?" The girl asked, looking confused as she glanced back and forth between yours and Beomgyu's expressions.
"Oh..." You said. You concluded that it was probably Beomgyu's new girlfriend, and you didn't want to go down the complicated route. "I mean, yes. He's a very close friend of mine. We lost contact about a year ago."
The girl looked slightly relieved, and so did Soobin. "That's nice." The girl stook out her hand. "I'm Ji Sujin, Beomgyu's girlfriend."
Soobin introduced himself as you shook her hand back. But the whole time, your eyes hadn't strayed away from Beomgyu's.
You could catch glimpses of the two of you in his large eyes. Every memory suddenly flashed back and hit your squarely in the heart. His laugh, his touch, his tears. Everything just hit you. You wanted to run to him and say that you were so sorry for breaking up, even if you didn't know the reason. You just wanted to come back to his embrace and never let go again. Unbeknownst to you, Beomgyu was thinking the same thing, transfixed in your eyes. Small details that he'd forgotten about the time you'd shared together were all coming back to him at once. Both of you felt the pain of the memories from months ago.
You let a small smile out at him, and after a few seconds, he returned it.
Maybe the two of you were only passing time in others' arms, staring in unfamiliar eyes and wanting to find love and warmth there. But the only thing found there was a longing to go back to each other, to embrace the mistakes and make up for it again.
But for now, all you could do was stare at his eyes, the warm glow that held onto the glimpse of the two of you, and all that you could've been.
Just a glimpse of us.
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Blood & Freedom
Part of my fics that could’ve been that can be found at the bottom of my masterlist
author’s note: I wrote this about 2 years ago when the ON MV came out so it was heavily inspired by that but unfortunately I don’t know what to do with the plot so I didn’t continue it. Despite that, I still want to do something where I post some very good fic ideas in here, sort of like an archive where people who may be interested can read it. This would be the first of many.
warnings: mentions of blood, death
The crowned prince huddled over his journal, writing profusely. He turned to writing his overbearing thoughts onto paper to find a sense of relief whenever they crowd his mind.
The New World is caged.
Humans are on the brink of extinction and the remaining population lives within walls so high it was deemed enough to protect them from the evil that lurks beyond the green pastures but does not protect them from the evil that lives within.
I already know what kind of evil that lives within these walls. They wear crowns and act dutiful, their feet above others using the death of innocent lives lost for this certain platform. With a heavy heart, I myself would be soon stepping on them as well.
But what is it that lurks beyond these walls?
The history books say that the creatures that live beyond the protective walls were once human. Now they are nothing but a carcass of twisted evil that anything it touches, dies.
It is death itself if death is brutal and unforgiving.
And it is this embodiment of death that is the only thing the king and the past kings are afraid of.
It is this death that cursed people would face if their identities are revealed. If they are found out and banished.
The crowned prince stopped abruptly, his heart beating against his chest, rattling in fear.
Upon hearing the buzzing sound of human thoughts mingle with his own, the crowned prince hid his diary with quick hands, swallowing down the rush of anxiety.
He quickly replaced it with a book he never bothered to read as a prop, as if to appear that he had been busy with more mundane things.
A knock resonated from the door before his servant announced his father’s arrival but he could hear their thoughts even before they closed in on him. If he could focus enough, he could know their deepest thoughts.
“Your highness, the King is here to see you.”
He turned towards the door, his back facing the colossal window to which his desk was propped up.
His father walked regally towards him, an unreadable emotion set upon his aged face. The prince knows better that whatever news he brings won’t bring him any delight.
“Namjoon.” His father's calls as the prince bows slightly to show respect.
The presence of the King made Namjoon worried. His father never sought him personally despite their biological relation; Namjoon never once felt that he had a father.
So the King being in his chambers made Namjoon sweat anxiously to which he hoped he had masked with indifference much like what his father did with his own emotions. He would be King after all so to put on a façade was part of what he needs to be good at.
Namjoon’s father is a selfish man. Everyone knows that he is but most especially the crowned prince. Though it is Namjoon’s birthright, the King still looked at Namjoon as if he didn’t deserve the throne and Namjoon knew from the very beginning that his father, the narcissistic king, would try to find a way to keep his throne by either living forever or trying to live through his son.
The crown that sits upon his head was nothing more than a symbol of power and Namjoon loathed it. His father never once cared about his people, not one bit.
Namjoon had seen his father’s thoughts and he knew better than to follow in his footsteps.
So when the Prince heard about a growing rebellion down south, he wasn’t surprised. What surprised the prince was the fact that his father is more ruthless than he thought he already was.
Namjoon sat at his desk, thinking. It was all he could do after knowing about his father’s crimes. How could he resolve this once he owns the crown? If he’ll ever get to that point.
There was always that looming fear of his father ending his life for the crown and what’s worse is that the King might even have the reason to do it.
Namjoon was cursed after all.
Namjoon debated confronting his father about the crime that happened this morning.
A few nights ago, the council meeting was held and Namjoon was obviously needed to be present but as soon as he stepped foot inside the hall, his father uttered, “Prince Namjoon, you may retreat back to your quarters.”
He wanted to question his father but all he did was nod and stood up ignoring the eyes on him, as if waiting for him to disappear so they could resume whatever topic they wanted to talk about without him.
One peep at a council member’s mind was all he needed to know what they would be talking about and it made Namjoon’s stomach drop.
Namjoon needs to know why his father wanted to massacre the rebels rather than compromise with them. He would rather trick people into having hope of being heard, gathering them in one place then sending them to their graves.
He wanted to ask why but he’d already know the answer.
That night, Namjoon couldn’t sleep and he couldn't do anything except let all thoughts, him and the others, overwhelm him. The weight on his shoulders became heavier.
He needed to be King, a better King.
Better than the one peering down at him at this moment. Calculating eyes piercing him.
Has his father discovered the crowned prince’s true nature? Would he banish him? His own son? Just because he is one of the people who are cursed with abilities.
He never wanted it, he never liked using these abilities. He was sure he’d be killed if he did so, crowned prince or not, his people would never forgive him but the growing fear inside of him almost made him tap inside his father’s mind and see what he wanted just to ease his growing fears to whatever word his father would say next.
“You are to attend a trial with me.”
Namjoon cleared his throat to hide the sigh of relief that escaped his lips, “A trial?”
There is no trial that requires two royals to be present. No trial important enough to summon them. Unless…
Twisted, thick branches with no signs of life scattered across the grass plain so green the sight is so uncanny. It was so contrasting how the colorful scene was littered with death.
Hoseok feels the cold, his breath is visible as he huffs. He pulled on his clothes tighter but it gave no warmth despite the sun blazing ahead. He searches the vast land for more. His dreams always tell him more than what it shows.
His throat went dry, his heavy feet picking up pace as he circles the land.
Nothing but dead trees and grass full of life. These visions are always a puzzle he needs to solve once he wakes up.
It was silent, only the sounds of his ragged breath and uneven running could be heard.
He closed his eyes for a while, trying to catch his breath. Even in dreams he grows tired, something that always perplexes him.
He opens them slowly, his head automatically looking down at his feet to where he had stopped only to find a person lying beneath, making him jump in fright.
A boy lay motionless on the grass. He looks younger than him, arms curled in front of his face, cuffed with painful thorns, the exposed skin of his bloody arms were laced with markings that are foreign to Hoseok.
He gulps, slowly reaching to touch the boy, to see if he is dead just like the trees surrounding them but as his fingers grow closer the sound of crows screeches next to his ear and he feels the familiar pull of waking up and he fights to stay in this dream but he wakes up gasping.
He never found out if the boy was alive.
It was raining. So much that it leaks inside the house. The roof did not provide much shelter for both Taehyung and his sister.
He had tried fixing it but he couldn’t, all he could do was place empty bowls on the floor and hope the rain would stop.
It did eventually for a while and he was thankful. He had time to empty them and avoid wet floors that could flood their home.
That night, the air was thick and damp, the rain had just stopped and the pitter patters of what had occurred lulled both of them to sleep.
Until whispers echoed inside Taehyung’s mind, jolting him awake.
It was after a few blinks that he realized he didn’t imagine it and it wasn’t an echo inside his head. Someone whispered into his ear, the ghost of someone’s lips at the shell of his ear made him shiver.
He looked at the other end of the room towards the bed where his sister lays fast asleep. He could only make the figure of his sister, not really seeing her properly by the lack of light. He relaxed, lying down properly as he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
The room was engulfed by darkness. Not even the moonlight provided visibility for him. He lays back to continue his slumber but upon closing his eyes, the whispering continued.
“Please stop.” His voice, rough and low, pleaded into empty air. He could never make out what they were saying but he didn’t like the feeling it brought.
He covered both his ears and eyes and counted, hoping it would ease the fear blooming inside his chest. He continued his whispers, the number higher and higher mixing with the dead’s voices until he grows tired and eventually succumbed to sleep.
At least in his dreams, they come to him more calmly.
The cold seeps through Seokjin’s clothing, the smell of rain and iron swirls on his senses. The morning dew was replaced with blood as he walked slowly across the field that used to be green.
Nothing good comes out of a rebellion, that much he had learned.
The people are just too loyal towards seemingly pristine royalty and thus he eventually was betrayed. The result of that betrayal fills the pasture in front of him.
As he approached what he was looking for, he couldn’t ignore the bodies that mere hours ago were alive and trusted him and his words. He could still remember their cheers as he spews out bullshit to get them to fight, to get them to hope.
How many of them had he led towards death with those words? How many ghosts loom behind him, cursing him? How is he any different to the king that wants them dead? Is he just helping the king in bringing death to his people?
The flag that symbolizes their rebellion stands crooked, its fabric torn. It was overshadowed by the King’s overpowering blue and gold flag. How fitting.
He started hating the color red, despite it being the color he picked to symbolize the rebellion, it was also the color he was now surrounded with.
Seokjin’s eyes steeled as the wind graced his features, the smell of the battlefield more prominent. He can feel the absence of life surrounding him.
The familiar prickle of his abilities made his eyes widened, the feeling of dread blooming at the pit of his stomach.
No. Too much. He can’t save everyone. As much as he wanted to, he just can’t.
One of the rebels walked past him, eyes glazed with defeat when they met his own. He wanted to apologize but the man looked down as if he couldn't bear to see their leader.
It made Seokjin feel as if the ground wasn’t there anymore. He hopes it would just swallow him, burying him completely. He was useless as a leader and everyday that feeling grows and grows, their fight proving to be fruitless.
Ignoring the feeling of death and guilt, he made his way towards the dove that was pierced with an arrow.
No matter how many times he freed this bird, it always ended up in the middle of the battlefield. It always ends up being the only life he chooses to save. He didn’t know why and he so desperately wanted to know.
He clings to his repeated actions, tying him down to sanity. He wanted to feel useful, wanted to save everyone but much like this dove, no matter how hard he tries, despite his abilities, he had doomed more lives than save them.
Perhaps the king was right to call them cursed.
Yoongi always felt like he never belonged anywhere and yet he seeks the feeling of finally being accepted.
He just wants to know the purpose of his life. He knows that such a dream is insane. Insane because the world is not as free as it was before.
They are caged and have to accept that they are where they are needed to be. It is a human emotion; To want something out of reach. But as the world progresses like this, safety is what most people want.
How could they ask for freedom when the rest of the world outside the walls were a threat to their survival?
As much as the world had changed it also didn’t. People are still divided and there is always a pyramid of power and right now, he is at the bottom and so is the majority of the people.
People still suffer, people still sin.
The world just grew smaller and the threat just became more dangerous than his own kind but humans are still the same.
When Yoongi discovered he wasn’t as human as he thought he was, he didn’t know what to do.
He had an affinity towards the dark and found comfort in the shadows, to his will he could bend them and even transport him to places he didn’t mean to go to.
At that discovery, he finally found the courage to run away from his so-called home and found something that made his life more meaningful, something that can get him to fight the injustice of this so-called New World.
His mind was clouded, confused but the taste of what freedom could mean willed his legs to move. He found Seokjin, a leader of a small group who was cursed such as himself.
He stayed with him and helped put hope in people’s hearts but with the recent events that just happened, he didn’t know anymore.
Yoongi approached the rebellion’s leader, the door opening didn’t even garner a reaction towards the broad shouldered man.
“I was too late, Yoongi.” Seokjin whispered, Yoongi could hear the weight of defeat in his voice.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even apologize because what good would it do? The sight of the battlefield was unbearable and Yoongi had to watch everything unfold at the safety of his room, not being able to do anything and Seokjin had to face it alone.
Once again, the heavy feeling returns to Yoongi but he really couldn’t run away anymore, not when someone clings to him, makes him feel important and makes him feel he belongs. No, he would stay with this man, no matter how little hope they have left.
Jimin has to always be careful when he talks to someone. One simple thing could provoke him to use his abilities and expose his curse. He would be sentenced to death or banished so that he could perish outside these walls.
When he found out what he could do, he cried. He was 10 and was still considered a child. He watched in horror as his friend jumped towards their death with just a few of his words. It wasn’t his fault, he tried telling himself but deep down he knew it was.
They had argued over something childish and Jimin, with his temper going haywire, told him things he didn’t mean to.
He never expected his friend to do exactly what Jimin told him. After that event Jimin didn’t leave his house to play with others, not even speaking to his parents.
His parents understood what it is that he’s going through or they thought they did. They thought their child was grieving the passing of his friend.
He did grieve, he also blamed himself for it but that was something he could never tell his parents. So Jimin grew timid and lonely, never befriending anyone. He feared that he would bring death to someone again.
He thought he would never find a friend, but that changed when he met a young man who was the same age as him, who is a recluse like him. Who talks and whispers despite him always being alone.
Jimin learned the young man’s name was Taehyung. They had talked properly when they were away from prying eyes. Taehyung looked down beside himself and introduced his sister to which Jimin was perplexed for he saw no one beside him but realization soon dawned on him and realized Taehyung was cursed like himself.
Jimin heard from his parents that Taehyung’s last remaining family, his sister, died several years ago.
Jimin refuses to tell Taehyung this, that what he clings to was the ghost of his sister. That he could speak to the dead, that he was cursed. No, Jimin, could not bear to lose another friend.
So he promised to himself that he would always protect Taehyung and that they would always be together.
Jimin would soon learn that promises are easily broken.
The sun was high up but the winds were cool enough for you to enjoy the afternoon. The market was quite busy but that didn’t stop you from buying the flowers you needed.
“Why is it that you always forget to inform me that you are visiting the market?” You heard Jungkook beside you, slightly catching his breath.
“I didn’t forget,” you admit, “You were busy with your training and I don’t want to bother you.”
“When did you ever become a bother Y/N.” He rolled his eyes, lightly pouting, “You know I’ll drop everything for you.”
Your cheeks warmed up at Jungkook’s words. He chuckles as he teasingly poked it to which you swatted his finger and stomped ahead of him, trying to leave him behind.
The day isn’t complete if you didn’t get to spend time with Jungkook. You’ve known him since you both were five and the moment you chipped your tooth because of him, you’ve been inseparable ever since. He always promised then that he won’t let anything happen to you and you believe him, of course you do. A smile stretches on your lips as Jungkook cheerfully tells you about his morning.
“And after that I got to see Prince Namjoon!”
“That’s great. You hardly ever see him nowadays.”
You weren’t close with the Prince despite your father being the King’s royal advisor. You’ve caught glimpses of him but you never really got to know him.
Jungkook, on the other hand, idolizes the Prince and you have no idea why. He isn’t that great in your eyes but to Jungkook, he seems like he had placed the stars in the night sky himself.
“That’s true but once I completed my training then I can finally be his royal guard.“
“Does that mean you won’t have time for me?” You tease and Jungkook’s eyes widened before he opened his mouth to retort. Jungkook didn’t get to finish his sentence when a man accidentally bumped into him.
The stranger’s dark brown eyes widened in shock as if he had seen a ghost. It was as if he had known your best friend. He then proceeded to look at Jungkook’s arm, which was covered with his long sleeves, as he gulped.
What was he looking for?
You didn’t notice Jungkook stiffened once the stranger’s eyes zeroed on your friend’s clothed arm.
It was after that display of emotion was he able to apologize and then continued to scuttle away as if he had been burned.
“What was that about?” You asked, perplexed as your eyes stuck on the retreating stranger.
Your eyes turned back to Jungkook, who was fiddling with his gloves as he looked around. You grabbed his hand, halting his actions.
“Do you know him?” You asked Jungkook, a bit worried about how nervous he suddenly looked.
He let out a shaky laugh and grabbed your basket filled with flowers from your hands, “No idea. Let’s just get going.”
It was the first time you have seen Jungkook act so nervous, terrified even and that made you worried.
“Okay.” You said, trying to erase the strange encounter.
Hoseok can hear his heart beating loudly against his chest. He can feel the blood rushing to his face, his palms becoming sweaty.
It was him. It was the boy, no doubt about it.
Panic slowly creeped up on his bones, his hands pulling on his hair. What was he to do? Should he tell him?
No, not without risking his own identity. Not when he and his company wear the colors of the royal family. But the guilt was eating him away. That young man is in danger and he never questioned why. That young man must be cursed as well. From the looks of his bound hands, it seemed that he would be caught, especially to how close he is to the very people that are pursuing them.
He had never been wrong. Everything that he dreamt of in his life had come true.
To the death of his parents, to his fiancé leaving him. He had seen that all before it happened. He had dreamt it all. But why a stranger this time. He didn’t know and he was terrified.
All his dreams were all related to him, connected to him which is why it hurt him so much.
What is his connection with this boy?
Jungkook had always been bright. He was good at everything he did, albeit a little shy, but that didn’t stop him from being called the golden boy of his family.
Whenever someone asks him what he wants to be when he grows up, he would always say that he wants to be strong. Strong enough to protect someone, strong enough to protect the crown.
And with how great he is, he knew it would only be a matter of time to get there as long as he didn’t slip up or make mistakes but even the greatest warriors, the smartest people were not immune to make mistakes and Jeon Jungkook was only human after all or so he wished he was.
He couldn’t be more wrong as he heard the walls closing, the grating sounds deafening him.
The thorns cut his wrist and once the gates were completely closed, he knew he didn't have a home anymore.
One mistake, one slip-up was all it took to banish him away. Did he regret it?
No, he didn’t. He’d always wanted to protect someone and that’s what he did even though it cost him his life.
Even though he would die because of it, at least he proved to himself that he was strong enough, brave enough to protect someone he cared about.
But he didn't want to die, not yet. Not when your voice echoes through his head, piercing his heart. He didn’t want to die.
So he ran as fast as he could.
He needed to find somewhere to hide before the sun would set and the darkness could find him.
He needed to live.
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The Trespasser pt. 22
You were on top of the world with the new title of leader of your family’s clan. You were the strongest clan in all of the orient and you were proud. But your family feels that there are threats still lurking around making you a target. When they introduce you to a potential man for a business and marriage merger will it help your clan or make matters worse?
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Wonho x Reader, Shownu x Reader, Jooheon x Reader
“a pregnancy test?” she asked you back to confirm what you had said. “When was the last time that you had your period?”
You looked down at your feet and unknowingly a tear fell to the floor. “it’s been about 6 months since I had my period… I have an IUD as birth control, so I don’t experience periods regularly anymore. Unless… it’s been removed or if it’s knocked out of place.” You answered
“And do you have a history of your IUD getting knocked out of place or coming out on its own?” she asked back
“No… never before” you answered back honestly.
The doctor hummed and considered what she was going to do for a few moments. “Alright well, if you’d like I can send you to a OBGYN who can check on the placement of your IUD… but I think right now you need some answers to help clear your mind a bit. If you’d like we can get started on a pregnancy test and then work on a diagnosis from there…” she said as softly and understanding as possible “but what makes you think that you’re pregnant?”
“I don’t know how to describe it but…I just feel it. The moment that it dawned on me that it was a possibility I just knew that that’s what was wrong.” You answered
“Wrong?” the doctor asked back
You shook your head yes furiously. You needed answers more than anything and you knew that it wouldn’t do you any good to drag things out any further. The doctor quietly stood up and retrieved a few items from a cabinet across the room before taking her seat across from you again.
“we can do two types of tests… we can either do a urine test which will get us results immediately or we can do a-“
You had immediately cut her off to give her your answer “the urine test!”
The doctor froze for a moment before she finished her sentence that you had cut off so abruptly “we could also do a blood test, they are far more accurate and we can see exactly what we want without the affect of your medication on the results with a urine test.”
“but won’t I have to wait a lot longer to find out the results with a blood test?” you asked her confused
“well… yes you would have to wait a day or two to find out the results while it processes at the labs, but you are less likely to get a false positive or negative.” She explained further
“I understand that, but right now I need something to work with and I don’t have a day or two to worry about this… either you do a urine test for me or ill just go to the store and do one myself.” You replied back to her “and right now I could really use the privacy that I get from doing it in the office with you.” You elaborated.
The doctor nodded her head and looked at you sadly for a moment. She could read your body language and hear it in your voice that a baby was not what you wanted right now, and she knew that you needed to have peace of mind. She just wished that you had the time to wait for a proper test.
She handed a cup out to you, and you immediately took it. It hadn’t been your first time to ever need to give a urine sample to a doctor and you were anxious to get it out of the way. You walked out of the room and into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. It was the first time that you had truly been alone with your thoughts since talking about pregnancy out loud and it felt so real to you. Like even if it turned out that you weren’t pregnant that somehow there would be something that’s kept with you from this moment on. And then there was another thought that immediately crossed your mind…
Who’s baby was it?
Was it Hoseok’s… Jooheon’s… or even Shownu’s? there was a high chance that it could be anyone’s baby and there was a huge hole in your heart that ached at the thought of having Shownu’s baby. If times were like they were you knew that he would rejoice at the thought of having a child with you. He had always loved children and always admired his fellow comrades’ children whenever they came around. But then again it turns out that you didn’t really know a whole lot about Shownu to begin with.
Perhaps he would hate you even more for getting pregnant. He had made it clear that he had only wanted to rule by your side in the long run… perhaps that one connection would have been too much to handle. Maybe it would have set him off sooner, or perhaps he might have used it against you to take over the clan… or perhaps he is angry, rolling over in his grave at the thought of you possibly killing his baby like you had killed him.
Regardless having a baby is one hundred percent out of the question. You were just pushed into a marriage that if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t ready for in the beginning. But now that you and Hoseok were getting along with one another and enjoying each other’s company you wanted to take your time with settling down and accepting him into the family and clan. You wanted to enjoy being in this relationship longer before you talked about long-term agreements and commitments. A baby would ruin everything.
You quickly handled your business and tidied up in the bathroom before leaving and handing the doctor the sample. She took it with both hands and set it up on the counter, removing the top and then sticking multiple strips and tests into it. As soon as she had everything laid out to wait the appropriate time, she came back to her chair across from you.
“Assuming that it’s not a pregnancy I still think that you should go to an OBGYN to have your IUD looked at. It’s likely that it could have been dislodged or damaged when you were in your car accident. And I also think that you should go to a larger hospital for further testing. In our offices we can handle basic tests and x-rays, but nothing on the scale that a large hospital can, and with a head injury you can never be too safe.” She explained empathetically
“What are my options if I am?” you asked her with a deadpan voice
“If you, are I would suggest that you sleep on the information before you decide to do anything. There are many options that you can have that don’t lead to keeping the baby.” She explained “if you don’t mind me asking who did you come here with today?”
“I came with my husband” you responded and for the first time you weren’t able to look at the doctor
It felt ugly to come with your husband to a doctor and bitch and complain about possibly being pregnant when there were so many couples that were infertile. Granted, your doctor didn’t know about your history as a couple. But it didn’t make the situation feel any less wrong.
“and I’m going to go on a limb and assume that it’s either not his baby, or you don’t know who’s baby it is…..” she stated looking at you for any visual clues or a response. She watched you for a moment but when she realized that you weren’t going to respond or speak up she assumed that she was right.
She got up and slowly walked over to the countertop, but you refused to watch her as she walked away from you. You closed your eyes and took deep breaths as you waited for her final answer.
“Mrs. y/l/n, it seems as thought you are pregnant” she said calmly from across the room
Your heart rate immediately accelerated, and your eyes opened from the shock. You looked over to the doctor who was watching you from across the room and you let out a deep sigh.
“I don’t know what to do…” you said with slight laughter “I can’t have this baby!”
The doctor broke her eye contact and looked down to the floor before she spoke up “I know that it feels scary right now. having a baby is a huge step and its life changing. But this baby could also be an amazing gift for you and your husband.” She said quietly trying to get through to you and see the positive
“With all due respect doctor having a baby is not good new for me or my husband. Neither of us will be better for it.” You explained. “so what are my options?”
The doctor eyed you for a moment and bit down on her lip as if she wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring herself to. She eyed you up and down and watched you as your eyes changed from shocked, scared, angry to desperate.
She pulled out a notebook and a pen and quickly scribbled something down on the piece of paper as if her pen was on fire. She tore the note off and held it in her hand for a minute before she handed it out to you shakily.
“I studied a lot of traditional herbal medicine and I know for a fact that these ingredients will help you with your problem” she explained, and you looked down at the note before you took it and glanced over what was written. “But…. I will warn you that if you take these ingredients that you will experience a lot of stomach pains and a period cycle from hell if it works.”
“It doesn’t matter! Thank you!” you said letting out a sob
“Take that list to any herbalist and they can get you the items that you need. You will want to mix them together and make a nice hot tea with it. Drink a lot of it and drink it quickly. Its going to taste bad but the warmth from the tea will help soothe your stomach.” The doctor looked like she had broken a moral code of her own by giving you this information, but she still helped you regardless. “If by chance you experience extreme symptoms you will need to go to a large hospital and seek care.”
You clutched the piece of paper to your chest and squeezed your eyes shut, letting a waterfall of tears fall from your eyes. You wanted to stand up and hug the doctor for helping you but your knees wouldn’t have been able to withstand your body weight. You would have immediately crumbled into a pile of tears on the floor. So instead you sat there, knees shaking and gasping for fresh air as you held the key to your problems in your hands.
“I’ll leave you here for a moment while you gather yourself…” the doctor said as she handed you a few tissues from nearby. She stood up and walked towards the door but just when she was within arm’s reach of the knob, she turned back around to you “whatever you are going through right now, just know that it will get better. And please take care of yourself!” she said with a warm, understating smile before finally exiting the room.
You let out a small sad gasp and then wiped the tears away from your eyes. There were so many emotions running through you all at once that you didn’t even know how to feel… where you angry, sad, happy, nervous? You took deep breaths and tried to calm yourself down before you went back out into the lobby where a clueless Hoseok sat and waited. He still believed that you were sick from the concussion and you had to continue to play the role of innocence.
you wiped away at your tear stained face and took your time as you gathered your things before you were ready to go back to the receptionist to check-out. You swung the door open and the first thing that you saw was the worried and tired face of Hoseok who seemed anxious to hear about what had happened inside the room. he stood up quickly and approached you, but all you could do was freeze. There was no running away.
“how did everything go? Are you okay?” he asked as he looked you over
“she said it was probably just from overactivity and sun exposure. Nothing to be worried about really…” you had lied to him softly
Hoseok finally broke his anxious and stone cold expression and let out a sigh. He smiled up at you and pulled you in for a warm hug. “thank god” he mumbled and pulled away, just in time for you to walk away and hide the tears that were threatening to spill.
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a k-pop writing group dedicated to inspiring and motivating writers to write!
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AU TAGS
If you want to read a specific au, just click on the tag beside the au titles and scroll through them. I'll be linking the main au post also so you can start reading from the beginning!
(would continually be edit as I add aus)
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MiWoong Shower AU #miwoongshowerau
× Miwoong Mini AU × Midam's shower broke on the day of a very important interview and he asks his neighbor, Jeon Woong if he can use his shower.
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[CHANNEL_9] fromis_9 '채널나인' EP58. Spotlighting🎬 Part.1
fromis_9 Lee Saerom, Song Hayoung, Jang Gyuri, Park Jiwon, Roh Jisun, Lee Seoyeon, Lee Chaeyoung, Lee Nagyung, Baek Jiheon
2,824 words (Unedited)
It’s the year 2027.
With the immense attention social media content garners these days, K-pop groups must put out a lot of various kinds of content for their fans to stay in their boat. And as of late, some artists are even resorting to a more risqué and sexual form of media just to stay in the game. The morality and ethics of it is something that shouldn’t be scoffed at, as it has sparked controversy around the industry. Others are in favor of it, while some are against it.
But as time goes by, this venture becomes harder and harder to resist as more and more fans are eating all forms of content… Until their perception of it all becomes grayed out.
Being one of the industry's most revered groups, the members of fromis_9 are just some of the artists who started partaking in more provocative and sensual concepts for their content to provide fans with a more sensual form of fanservice. Their agency has always been reluctant to do so, as they had their reputation to keep up. But with many groups competing for the top spot, these nine girls have to “exploit” what assets they have to push themselves higher in the industry.
As the group delved deeper into this sensual rabbit hole, they made a variety of content that fans will surely go crazy about. From music videos that show their bodies in tight, revealing clothes, and a bunch of photoshoots that would make you blush with the sheer sensuality of the outfits and poses that they had, fromis_9 has gone to the world that only the most daring of groups would dare venture in. And being a part of a group of editors tasked to produce content like this, you often find yourself getting a lot of material to jerk off to from these girls.
To commemorate the group’s 10th anniversary, the company has planned a series of special videos featuring the girls for their ever-loyal fans. And after several passes and editing by the other editors, the videos finally came in your email, waiting for a final review to be conducted by no other than you. The pressure is high, as this could very well be the most successful video project yet. As the last editor to get the content, it's all up to you to give it the final touches and make these videos—12 in total— as flawless as possible. With tissues and lotion just within arm's reach, you start reviewing the footage.
You press play on the first video on the list and the unforgettable intro for their variety series “Channel_9” starts.
The episode begins as the camera shows a large studio complex, almost like the ones they have in other countries where they create live-action films and such, panning through the many large structures and beautiful gardenscapes scattered around the area. It then transitions to a drone shot, where the girls can be seen walking through the complex. They pass by large water fountains and flower patches, all the while showing how nice and beautiful the place is. All of them gasped in awe at the sight of the complex.
“This place looks like a big hotel. They could be hiding the rides in those buildings,” says Hayoung.
Seoyeon chuckles. “You mean a theme park?”
“Ah… Right,” she answers.
You can hear all the girls laughing at that short yet funny conversation.
“Unnie,” says Chaeyoung. “We just visited one recently and you still can’t forget about it.”
“That place was fun, though,” she retorts.
“Yeah. You’re right,” Saerom and Chaeyoung answer, almost in unison.
“Wish we can return to that place,” Jiheon tells everyone.
"Maybe the crew's planning to take us to a theme park," Jiwon tells the group as she looks at the cameraman with a smug look on her face.
Everyone giggles at that.
Gyuri then sighs. "There she goes again."
"Watch it get jinxed," Nagyung adds.
Seoyeon laughs out loud at that. "Her plans never work out."
"Ya!" Jiwon protests, "It'll work out this time. Just watch!"
She looks back at the camera again, nodding as if persuading them to agree with her.
However… She got silence for an answer.
Jiwon playfully sulks, making everyone laugh.
They continue to walk through the complex until they've reached the center of a huge courtyard, where the rest of the filming crew is waiting for them. As they are all getting into their respective positions, you see the members getting excited to start shooting the first episode.
"This will be exciting, hmmm?" Hayoung asks them, looking eager.
"I sure hope so," Jisun replies, smiling.
"Oh, me too," says Saerom.
One of the staff members then began to speak up.
"Hello, everyone," the staff member began, greeting them.
The group greeted her back in unison, bowing their heads.
"Welcome to the country's biggest filming facility," the staff member continued.
"Oh! So this is what it is!" Jiheon gasps.
The camera then pans out in a drone camera, giving the viewers another good look of the entire complex.
"This is probably where they filmed that one train movie I just watched," Chaeyoung says in excitement, her eyes sparkling in awe.
Suddenly, Hayoung yells.
"Ahh! Ahh!"
Everyone looks at her, shocked.
"What is it?" asks Saerom.
Hayoung, still looking shocked, excitedly points somewhere far.
"I… I've seen that bench from my favorite drama show!"
"Really?" Gyuri asks.
Hayoung nods.
The camera then pans over to a familiar bench that looks identical to the one in the show.
"It really does look like that one," Seoyeon says.
"Wow, unnie," Nagyung says. "You do know your stuff."
Hayoung smiles and gives her a thumbs-up.
"Anyway… We have prepared a series of challenges for all of you," the staff member resumes.
Oohs and ahhs can be heard from the girls.
“We call these Spotlighting Challenges.”
Another wave of amazement envelops the group.
Hayoung then raises her hand. “Spotlighting Challenge?”
The staff member nods. “These challenges refer to a study about how people behave differently when they are being watched—be it on camera or in the spotlight.”
Everyone nods at the given explanation.
“Ooh. So that’s why there’s ‘spotlight’ in the name,” Chaeyoung remarks, nodding her head.
“Yeah,” Jisun hears her and agrees. “But we’re definitely used to it by now, right?”
Chaeyoung nods back, laughing. “Yeah. This should be easy for us!”
"Every single challenge has different goals and rules to achieve,” the staff member follows up. “All of you must do your best to complete each challenge."
"I see…" Nagyung replies, attentively listening.
"So where are these challenges located?" Saerom asks.
"Each challenge is located at different areas within the complex. There are nine challenges—one for each member."
Everyone is shocked at the announcement.
"Woah! Nine?" Jiheon exclaims.
"Yes, each member has a unique challenge."
"Unique challenge?" Jiwon asks, her eyes wide in shock. "So we'll be alone?"
"Yes," the staff member nods her head. "These challenges can only be completed individually."
A sudden silence fills the air as they process the information.
"Jeez… This is going to be nerve-wracking," Gyuri mumbles, scratching her head.
"I feel the same," Jiheon tells her, her body shaking in nervousness.
"We know you girls will worry about not having each other by your side," the staff member tells them reassuringly. "But we believe in each of your skills and strengths."
"Thank you," Jisun bows, accepting the encouragement.
"Are the challenges going to be difficult?" Chaeyoung asks, curiously.
The staff member shrugs her shoulders and replies in a soft tone.
“Kinda…”
Everyone then lets out sighs and grunts at the answer.
“Oh dear. We’re done for,” Nagyung frowns.
"But we made each challenge doable for any member," the staff member explains.
Everyone responds with a mixture of relief and determination.
"Well that's good news," she says with a smile.
"I know right?" Jiwon replies, also relieved.
"These challenges will require all of you to be creative. So do your best," the staff member adds.
Those words piqued the girls' curiosity. Some of them begin thinking of what they could mean.
"Be creative, huh?" Saerom asks them, her tone doubtful.
The staff member nods. She follows up with the instructions with a smirk forming on her face.
"And maybe some of your… Physical skills."
A mischievous glint suddenly sparkles in the girls' eyes as they exchange knowing looks.
"Hmmm… I wonder how physical these challenges can get?" Jiwon mischievously suggests with a playful tone.
Her teasing remark sends a wave of laughter through the group, instantly lightening the tense atmosphere.
"Oh, boy. Jiwon's at it again," Hayoung chuckles at Jiwon's suggestive remark.
The group can't help but blush at the playful insinuation.
"Surely it's nothing like that… Right?" Chaeyoung asks, looking dumbfounded at the revelation of their challenges.
The staff member smiles knowingly, making the girls even more intrigued
"Oh, dear…" Jiheon whispers under her breath, her cheeks slowly blushing. "This is going to be interesting."
"Are we really going to do it? Here?" Jisun murmurs, sounding both nervous and excited.
"I guess so," Gyuri responds with a sly grin.
The girls look at each other once again, giggling, as if they're sharing a naughty secret only they know.
"But what do we get if we win?" Nagyung then asks, diverting the topic to their goal.
"We have prepared something for all of you if you win," the staff member replies. "Since there are nine of you, the group will need five members to successfully complete the challenges."
Everyone is intrigued, their curiosity piqued by the promise of a reward.
"What's the prize? Can we get a hint?" Saerom asks, sounding mischievously.
"Yeah! Tell us!" Jiwon follows up, yelling in excitement.
"Jeez, unnie. Tone it down," Chaeyoung playfully berates her.
"Well… Is there anything you girls like?" the staff member asks the group.
Some of the members start thinking of an answer, but the others already have their minds made up.
"An all-you-can-eat buffet!"
"A trip to a theme park!"
"Rent a cinema, maybe?"
"Ooh! Let's go overseas!"
Those are some of the answers the girls excitedly shout out, their enthusiasm shooting through the roof.
The entire staff bursts into laughter at their liveliness and shared excitement.
"I guess we'll have to discuss that later," the staff member says with a smile.
"Alright!" Hayoung replies, pumping her fist in the air.
"I'm actually kinda excited now," Gyuri admits, a joyous look on her face.
"Me too," Jisun adds.
"So please do your best, everyone," the staff member encourages.
Saerom nods, looking determined. "Of course."
The other members nod, too.
The rest of the staff then carries, in front of them, a ballot box. Colorful envelopes can be seen inside the transparent box.
"Wow! So pretty," Jiheon exclaims, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
"That's cute," Nagyung agrees, a smile forming on her face.
"Everyone, please take turns drawing an envelope," the staff member instructs, gesturing towards the box.
The girls eagerly step towards the box one by one, reaching into the ballot box. They then head back to their original spots, envelopes in hand, excitement radiating from each of them. Some are careful in picking their envelopes, while some are swift and waste no time… And some play around with their selection.
All the members seem eager to open the envelopes and reveal the contents. But everyone is waiting for a signal, patiently, as their anticipation builds.
"Please remember that you shouldn't reveal the contents of your envelopes to anyone," the staff member reminds them.
Everyone responds in affirmation as they grip their envelopes tightly, excitement and curiosity swirling in their eyes.
"Okay. You can open your envelopes now."
The members rip open their envelopes, their eyes meticulously scanning the contents.
"Oh. So this is just instructions to where we should head for," Chaeyoung asks, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
The staff member nods. "Yes. You will be informed about the challenge once you reach your designated location."
She nods back in understanding. "I see…"
"I hope the missions are fun!" Saerom exclaims with a grin on her face.
"I'm more hoping that they're easy," Gyuri chuckles, crossing her fingers.
"That too!" Saerom adds, laughing along with her.
"Ugh! I'm getting nervous!" Seoyeon whines, hopping from foot to foot.
"Pretty sure you can do it," Hayoung reassures her, giving Seoyeon a comforting pat on the back.
"How cute," Nagyung murmurs, giggling at the two.
"So, is everyone ready?"
Everyone responds in unison, their voices filled with anticipation.
"We're ready!"
"Yes!"
"Let's go!"
"The Spotlight Challenge has started! Again do your best, everyone!" the staff member announces as she cheers them on.
"Thank you!" In response, the girls bowed to everyone in gratitude.
Each member then reviewed their instructions and began looking around, figuring out where to go.
"Hmmm… I guess I should be going here," Jisun muses to herself, reading the directions on her instructions sheet as she walks off.
"Hey, unnie!" Jiheon calls out to her. "Are you going?"
Jisun turns around and nods. "Ah! Uhmm... Yes."
"Wait! I'm coming with you!" Jiheon decides, running up to join Jisun on their journey.
On the other hand, the rest of the group continued to figure out their destinations.
"Well… I think I'm heading this way," Seoyeon says, pointing opposite to Jisun's direction.
"You're heading there, too?" Hayoung asks her curiously, glancing at her own instructions.
Seoyeon just nods with a sheepish smile.
"Yay! Let's go together!" she excitedly screams as she hugs her.
"Hey! I’m also heading there too!" Nagyung adds, joining in on the hug.
As the trio embraced each other tightly, the remaining members were still working out the instructions given to them.
"If this is here, then…" Gyuri mumbles. "Then this one is… Hmmm…"
"I guess I should be going… This way?" Chaeyoung says, scratching her head in confusion as she tries to decipher the instructions.
"Huh? Chaeyoung-ah," Gyuri calls out.
"Yes, unnie?"
"Are you leaving already?"
"Yeah, I think so," Chaeyoung responds, looking unsure.
"Okay. Do your best, then!" she encourages her, waving her hand at her.
"Will do! Thank you!" Chaeyoung replies cheerfully, waving back at Gyuri. "See you later!"
Suddenly, Jiwon appears behind her, as if peeking at her unnie's instructions. Gyuri quickly spots her and hides her envelope, giving Jiwon a playful glare.
"What are you doing?" the older girl asks, pretending to be annoyed.
"What?" Jiwon acts coy, smiling as if she's innocent. "I'm doing nothing?"
"You aren't supposed to peek at my directions," Gyuri scolds her, wagging her finger at Jiwon.
"No, I'm not," she continues her innocent act, blinking her eyes innocently at Gyuri.
But Gyuri sees through her act and playfully pinches Jiwon's cheek.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Unnie!" Jiwon yelps as she feigns pain.
"Come on now, don't be sneaky," she says with a smirk.
"I'm not! Really!" Jiwon insists, rubbing her cheek dramatically.
Gyuri chuckles. "Alright. Where are you heading?"
"I'm heading that way," she points to the huge building behind the filming crew.
"Ooh. That looks big."
"I bet that's the main building."
"Seems like it. Yeah."
Suddenly, Saerom spots the two, approaches them, and joins in on the conversation.
"So, where are you going?" she asks.
Gyuri is the first to answer, pondering her options.
"I think I'll head to that building and ask around," she says, pointing to the same building Jiwon had mentioned earlier.
"Me too," Jiwon adds, nodding in agreement. "I think my challenge is somewhere in that building."
"I see…" Saerom replies, nodding at their answers.
"So where will you go?" asks Jiwon.
"Me?"
The two other girls nod expectantly.
"Same as you two. To that building," Saerom answers, confirming their choice.
"Oh. Then we all should go together," Gyuri suggests with a smile.
"Yes! Let's all go!" Jiwon exclaims excitedly, grabbing onto Gyuri and Saerom's arms.
Now with all the nine members of fromis_9 walking off in different directions, the view then shifts to a drone shot, showing the immense size of the complex, before showing a slo-mo view from each camera team that follows every member towards their respective destinations. Nervousness and excitement can be read on their faces, adding anticipation for the upcoming events.
All of a sudden, a brief montage teasing the future episodes plays. It showcases the members meeting new people, strategizing for their challenges, and lots of pure, unadulterated sex—the girls letting out screams and moans no one has probably heard. Your heart skips a beat as you process what you just saw. Doing sexy projects might not be new to them at this point, but nothing that's as bold and intense as this is.
You can't deny the creeping sense of unease that you're suddenly feeling. Yet, at the same time, it's an undeniable fact that you are getting excited and eager to see more.
Finally, the screen fades out, leaving you excited to review all of fromis_9's thrilling new series.
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Author’s Notes:
I'm back... I guess? 😅 I apologize for the sudden absence that took more than a year. I left everyone without saying a word. And with that, I would like to make up with a huge series starring all of fromis_9.
Yes. Including Gyuri. 🍊
As ambitious as this might be, and given the fact that I'm not the most creative writer with the most amount of creative juice there is, I'm gonna try and sprinkle a few other stories featuring other idols in between... Just to add variety, and to not bore myself (and everyone) with just one group.
And, yes. I know. I still have 6 more Girls' Generations to write a story about. We'll get there when we get there, okay? It'll happen... When it happens. 😂
A huge thanks to @braaan for the poster! You are too kind. 🫂
And with that, thank you very much for reading! 🙇
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@alphabetboyluvr and @kpopfanfiction are articulate and great writers if you don’t know their work yet 🫶
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Yesterday Once More
Mina x Sana
Omegaverse, Fluff, Eventual Smut
WC: 6128 words
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40185288/chapters/102386775#workskin
Above the clouds, everything seems so beautiful. Forests of emerald green entreat the eyes, and morning fog dots the mountains creating the perfect scene taken from a woodcut of Mount Fuji.
Yet as Mina steeps her morning coffee, enjoying the beautiful view of nature untouched by man, a slight pang of guilt touches her heart. She sighs and stares at the thin layer of fog that conceals the valley and the metropolis inside.
Humanity’s greatest creation, they called it. Tall buildings meant to inspire awe in anyone who saw them, an advanced metro so there was no rush hour traffic, and affordable housing so everyone could live minutes away from their place of work. It was meant to be paradise.
But how could a place where people were confined to little more than a closet to toil for hours a day, travel in dark tunnels, with dreadful silence and their thoughts as their only companions, just to return home to a room no bigger than a shoebox, be called paradise?
Mina takes one last sip of her coffee before she fills the cup with water and spills it down the drain.
There was nothing she could do about it, however. That was the natural order of the world. A select few were made to rule it, while the rest lived only to be ruled.
Mina forces her eyes away from the window and looks toward the clock on her wall. 6:30. I should get ready. Her eyes make their way to the bedroom door, only to realize it is open as one shadow scampers about inside. Suddenly, the light scent of rosemary wafts into the living room, accompanied by a loud thud of something hitting the floor.
Now, she finds herself staring at the eldest daughter of her head butler. Mina blinks once or twice, trying to remember the young girl’s name before the scent of rosemary hits her again. Haewon. Her name is Haewon. The name comes to Mina through the haze before her heart starts racing and her vision becomes blood red. Her hands get clammy, and she can’t stop them from shaking.
“Ms. Myuoi.” The girl watches in fear as Mina picks her up and pins her against the wall. Mina bares her teeth. She‘s going to mark her, and then she'll be hers forever. “Ms. Myuoi. Stop!” Her vision clears for a moment, and she can feel Haewon’s hands pushing on her chest before shoving her away, one final desperate shove to keep her freedom.
Mina takes a step back, head in her hands, as she watches Haewon scamper away. Once the young girl rounds the corner, Mina’s vision returns to normal, her hands stop shaking, and she can freely control herself again.
She shakes her head to clear the final ruminants of the haze before stepping into her bedroom. Sunlight peeks through silk curtains, and a small bonsai tree sits on her nightstand. On her bed was her outfit for the day, a beautiful silk blouse paired with a black skirt and jacket. To the side was a beautifully written post-it.
Thank You, Ms. Myoui.
-Haewon
A soft smile forms on Mina’s lips before she neatly folds the note and slips it into her jacket. Maybe she couldn't change the world, but at least she made it a little better for a few people.
She steps over to her nightstand and rummages through the drawers looking for her products. Once she does, her hand applies a line of mascara over her eyes before adding a quick dash of red over the lips. “Good enough.”
She stands in front of the mirror and puts on her cufflinks, the final touch to complete her outfit. A content breath as she looks over everything one last time.
Mina steps out of her bedroom to the sound of running water and a solitary figure by the kitchen sink. Haewon and her mother were now avoiding her since it was that time of the month. Mina steps up to the kitchen sink and taps her finger on the countertop.
Familiar eyes turn around before creasing as the man gives her a kind smile. His white sleeves are rolled up, and his forearms are covered in dishwashing soap as he finishes the last of the plates. “You look beautiful today, Minari.”
“I didn’t ask for a compliment, Dae-hwan.”
“You’ll still get one nonetheless.” He looks at her wistfully, his smile fading for a moment. “Did you need me to take you to work today?”
“That is what I pay you for,” Mina replies, scoffing and rolling her eyes.
Dae-hwan raises an eyebrow as he takes the keys from the hook beside the door. “If you’re really paying me. Then you missed my paycheck for last month.”
“I used it to pay for Haewon’s graduation gift,” she shrugs, stopping at the front door. “If you’d like. I can give you the paycheck for her ticket to Oxford.”
“You have your mother’s tongue, Minari,” he laughs as he closes the door behind them. After taking a few steps outside, he stretches his arms out and releases a satisfied breath. “It’s so nice out today.”
Mina takes a glance up at the sky. Small white clouds dot pale blue while the sun’s rays provide warmth that nicely compliments the cool breeze. A blue jay sings from atop a cherry blossom branch, its blue coat adding a splash of color to the light pink flowers.
Everything was perfect, yet Mina couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Instead, a nagging feeling of guilt arose whenever she looked down into the valley, dark storm clouds obscuring the city below.
“Let’s just go,” she says softly, eyes still locked on the city below, before climbing into the car.
Dae-hwan grimaces, looking through the tinted windows as he watches Mina sit there in silence, her eyes staring absently at the dashboard. “You’re too kind, Minari. Too kind,” he says softly, just loud enough that only he can hear.
Once he sits in the driver’s seat, Mina’s phone is already buzzing to life. Noisy vibrations shake the center console as he turns the keys in the ignition. “You’re not going to look at your phone?”
“No,” she says, glaring at the phone before quickly turning it off and slipping it into her pocket. “I don’t have time to waste at their exclusive parties.”
“Why not?” He stares at her as he pulls from the driveway before slowly driving towards the only road down the mountain. “It’d be a good chance for you to get to know some of your fellow executives, Minari.”
“I don’t care,” she grumbles, lowering the window and placing her elbow outside to feel the breeze. “All they do is indulge their vices while they watch their employees slave away, and I have no interest in something so detestable.”
Dae-hwan sighs, keeping his focus on the road. “Still, even if you don’t like them, you should at least get to know them. You never know when you might need their help down the road.” His eyes glance over, gauging her reaction. After a few moments of silence, he lets his sunglasses fall down his nose. “Right, Minari?”
“Maybe.” Her eyes stare thoughtfully out the window, watching the fog roll over the dense forests. She taps her fingers on her lap, lost in thought, until the sound of a flute plays through the center console.
Dae-hwan looks at the screen for a moment before he reaches into the center console and takes out her phone. “If he’s calling you, then it’s probably important.”
Mina stares at the name on the phone before a long sigh leaves her lips. “Fine.” She swipes across the screen and brings the phone to her ear.
“—she's gonna pick up. I’m obviously her fav– Mina!” A deep voice sounds through the phone, followed by a scramble in the background. “Come on, Mina~ everyone’s almost here already.”
Mina swipes up on the phone. “It's only 7:00, Taecyeon. The meeting starts at 8:00.”
“Yes. Yes, but we found this absolutely scrumptious Omega who said– what did you say again?”
Another shuffle as Taecyeon moves towards his victim. The microphone barely picks up her heavy breathing and weak whimpers, but Taecyeon’s annoyed voice rings loud and clear when he repeats his question. “I said I’ll do anything to keep my job.”
A loud cheer erupts through the gathered crowd. “Hear that, Mina? She said she’ll do anything.”
“Just make sure you don’t leave marks on her. I hate having to do PR for Omegas. It’s always a media frenzy.” Mina’s voice remains monotone as she begins scrolling through her phone, ensuring she has all the files from the previous case.
Glass shatters in the background, and the Omega begins whimpering and trembling as loud footsteps approach her. “Mina, please. Just come and have fun with us at the after-meeting party today. I promise, nothing will happen to this beautiful girl if you’re here with us. Otherwise…” The sound of a belt snapping reverbs through the speaker. “I can’t make any promises on what’s going to happen to her.”
“I'll see you in an hour, Taecyeon,” she says curtly before ending the call. Another long sigh leaves her lips as she sets her phone on the dash and closes her eyes.
“I don’t even know what to say, Minari.”
“Nothing, Dae-hwan. Nothing.”
Her eyes remained closed as she mentally adjusted the script she had prepared from Taecyeon’s last incident and distanced herself from the guilt of not trying to save that girl.
Guilt. The fatal weakness of Alphas who could not accept their place in society. In the end, their obsession with equality would be the end of them. They’d be stripped of their positions and delegated to work that was little better than a beta.
When she opens her eyes again, the beautiful weather is gone, and what remains is the gloomy city atmosphere. Rain platters off the concrete as large crowds of people migrate downtown. Glossy black cars speed by, splashing water onto the crowded sidewalks.
“Slow down, Dae-Hwan. There’s no need to rush,” Mina says gently, her eyes still on her phone as she scrolls through her emails.
“You’re going to be late, Minari.”
“It’s fine.” Mina looks out the window. Grim expressions and hateful eyes look back before they politely nod as she passes by. “They won’t start the meeting without me anyways.”
After a few red lights, the car comes to a stop in front of the building. Mina quickly gathers her belongings and steps out. Before she closes the door, she looks back inside and meets Dae-Hwan’s eyes. “Get back safely.”
“Do you need me to pick you up?”
She shakes her head, splashing off some of the water that had gathered on the collar of her jacket. “I’m staying here for the night.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
She slams shut the door and watches as he drives away before turning toward the entrance.
“Ms. Myoui. Good morning.” The attendant at the front door bows before opening the door for her.
Mina mouths her thanks before stepping into the open lobby. A long rock wall lies on one side with water cascading down it. At the elevators stands a large group of employees, all barely older than 18—the interns, most likely.
Her heels click on the tile floor, and she can feel a few eyes drawn to her as she walks toward the closest elevator.
Glossy silver doors, polished to a shine, with etched ornamentation along the edges.
A beautiful centerpiece reserved for only ten people.
She sighs and presses the button to call the elevator, fully aware of the eyes watching her every move. Closing her eyes again, she thinks about dodging the meeting just to relax in her office.
That way, she wouldn't have to see that annoying bastard Taecyeon and get the joy of hearing his annoyed voice as he pesters her to come to another one of his after-meeting parties. The thought almost puts a smile on her face.
Suddenly, fast footsteps approach behind her, and an audible gasp can be heard throughout the room. She turns around to see a girl around her age, dressed in an all-white outfit.
The girl’s eyes go wide as soon as Mina meets her gaze, and suddenly two dial tones ring from her purse, the introduction to “Kokuhaku.”
It brings back old memories; of sitting by the jukebox on a rainy day, listening to the droplets platter on the roof of the wooden patio while Mariya Takeuchi’s voice warms the living room. She can still remember the taste and scent of that cheap tea bag that her parents had bought from Costco, how it was light and just barely flavorful, but it still brought her so much joy because of how warm it kept her hands.
And before she knew it, a slight smile was on her lips.
Once she looks back up, she’s already watching the girl run back into the lobby, disappearing as quickly as she appeared.
A pleasant ding sounds, and Mina turns around to find the elevator doors open. Spacious, open, with more than enough room for her to pirouette to her heart’s content. Bright industrial beams bathe the interior in a brilliant white that shines off the polished silver buttons.
She presses on the fiftieth floor before leaning back against the railing and closing her eyes.
With her eyes closed, she can hear the soft sound of the steel doors closing and the low whir of the elevator as it slowly pulls itself upward. Every motion of the quiet cabin feels slightly more pronounced, drawing Mina’s senses towards them.
She hoped that maybe, it would keep her from thinking about the unbearable smell of men’s fragrances that overpowered anything else and the fact that she could only ever ride the elevator with nine slimy cretins she hated with every fiber of her body.
But it was to no avail. She could find every single one of them, especially the unbearable tobacco and vanilla combination. Thoughts of his annoyingly deep voice and warm breath against her ear came soon after, and she felt her skin crawl as if he was standing right beside her.
Before she could think on it any longer, the doors open, and she’s greeted by the sight of her lobby.
Suddenly, the other elevator dings and four of her executive staff come out. Dahyun, Jihyo, Jeongyeon, and Nayeon. They’re in the middle of a conversation when they notice her standing in the middle of the lobby.
“Ms. Myuoi,” Dahyun quickly says, bowing slightly.
“No, it’s just that—” Nayeon notices Dahyun’s bow and quickly turns around. “Ms. Myuoi,” she smiles nervously. “How are you this lovely morning?”
“It’s raining outside, Nayeon.”
The other three stifle their laughs, and Nayeon goes red with embarrassment. “Well…” She runs her hand through her hair. “It’s never a bad thing to have rain. Some places actually need the rainwater.” Her eyes look up to meet Mina’s, only to quickly look away once she feels the weight of her intimidating gaze. “Also, it’s just a lovely day because I got to see you, Ms. Myuoi. The Angel of Mai Tower.”
The other three have another go at stifling their laughter, except this time, Dahyun can’t hold it in and keels over.
Mina raises an eyebrow and simply says, “Your excuses are getting better, Nayeon. Maybe you’ll be able to talk me into liking that atrocious top someday.”
“Thank you, Ms. Myu—” Nayeon looks down at her top and opens her mouth to say something but quickly thinks better of it.
Mina then turns away and starts walking towards her office, whispers of “I told you so,” and “You should’ve gotten the other one,” barely audible as she turns the corner.
When she steps into the office, she finds it empty, silent. The beautiful view outside the window sits above the clouds, hiding the city's misery underneath a sheet of dark gray.
Her personal office lies in the corner of the room, a thin wall of glass partitioning it off from the rest of the room. She scans her keycard and steps inside, quickly gathering the files for the meeting. Included within them is the latest plan for implementing the Omega Exclusion Act, which will begin in the coming weeks.
There was just one last thing that she needed. Her hands sift through the paperwork for the file.
“Dahyun,” she says, stepping from her office. “Do you know where the file for last quarter’s revenue is?”
The young woman takes a sip of her coffee and looks around her desk. “Last quarter’s revenue….” She grabs Jihyo’s shoulder beside her. “Do you remember where we put the sheet for last quarter’s revenue?”
“Um… Oh! Taecyeon wanted a copy, so you sent it down to the print office to get another copy made.”
Mina presses her brow. “And why did you not send him the pdf so he could print it himself.”
Dahyun’s cheeks color a rosy red. “Well… you know Ms. Myoui. Taecyeon is very convinc–”
“He's really hot,” Nayeon interrupts, a Pocky stick between her teeth while she dreamily looks out the window.
A frustrated sigh leaves Mina’s lips as she slams the door behind her. “I expected better from all of you.”
“I didn't even say anything!” Jungyeon complains.
“You’re still our vote for the hottest exec Ms. Myoui,” Dahyun shouts from behind, but by then, she’s already made it to the elevators.
She presses the elevator button forcefully and watches the number on top count down from the sixtieth floor. When it opens, she’s greeted by the unpleasant scent of tobacco and vanilla.
An all too familiar pair of mischievous brown eyes and dimples look back. It was like looking at a cherubim. Curly hair, sparkling eyes, and a bright smile gave the angelic appearance that everyone in the office couldn’t help but fall for. Only this angel had the charming tendency to kidnap employees and blackmail them into becoming his “pets.”
“Mina!” He flashes her that deadly smile. “Just who I was looking for.”
A long sigh leaves her lips. “It’s too early for this,” she mumbles before stepping inside.
“It’s never too early to see you, Mina. You look as beautiful as always.” He takes a step closer and takes a deep breath beside her ear. “And you smell absolutely delectable, too.”
“Shut up, Taecyeon.”
“Mina. I’m hurt.” He pulls away. “Must you be so harsh? My delicate heart cannot take it.”
Mina scoffs and leans against one of the walls, closing her eyes. “You should’ve stayed in theater, Taecyeon. You would’ve made an excellent Romeo.”
With a mischievous glint in his eye, he gently grabs the end of her hair and brings it up to his lips. “You can still be my Juliet.”
A small scoff breaks through Mina’s facade, but she remains silent for the rest of the ride.
When the doors open, she walks out without saying another word to Taecyeon.
“I’ll see you later, Mina!”
The lobby is abuzz as the first shift comes into work. Long lines of employees make their way through the security gates, most giving Mina a polite nod as they notice her pass by.
Respect. That was all the bare minimum of what they would give her. But it was that kind of respect that was laced with resentment and disdain that all alphas tended to receive.
“Ms. Myuoi.” The receptionist at the front desk looks up from her computer screen, a surprised look on her face. “W-what are you doing here?” Fei forces an awkward smile and quickly shuffles all the papers on her desk into a neat pile.
“Dahyun said she had the fourth quarter revenue sheet sent down to be copied.” Mina’s eyes scan across the desk. “Do you have it?”
Fei scratches her head nervously, the pile of papers on your desk reforming into a large pile as she sifts through them. “Next week’s meal schedule. Taecyeon’s proposal for the next project. Ummm….” She holds up a piece of paper. “Your fourth-quarter revenue.”
“Thank you, Fei.” Mina takes the piece of paper but stays standing beside the desk. Her fingers tap on the stone surface as Fei continues to sit there nervously. “Fei.”
“Yes, Ms. Myoui.”
“Could you give me the copy you made for Taecyeon as well?” She holds out her hand.
“Ms. Myu–”
Mina gestures with her hand once again before looking down at her watch. And before she could look back up, the paper was in her hand. “Thank you, Fei.”
Without waiting for a reply, she dashes back to the elevator to avoid the embarrassment of having to see Taecyeon again.
Thankfully, she makes it back to her office without a hitch, but stepping out of the elevator, she hears Dahyun’s loud laugh fill the floor. “Your desk is right… there!” Dayhun says, instructing the unfamiliar voice to where she’s going.
Mina racks her mind, trying to think of where the new employee could’ve come from until she realizes that Taecyeon had forced her to hire a new secretary after the last one had mysteriously disappeared. When she turns the corner, she’s greeted by the sight of the young woman from the lobby, anxiously standing next to the sliding glass door.
Dahyun notices Mina, and points toward the girl before mouthing, “She’s so cute!” and puffing out her cheeks.
Mina shakes her head, and steps toward the young lady.
“Are you coming in?”
“Oh yeah, I a—” She watches as the young lady turns around, eyes going wide in some mixture of shock and what she could only presume to be fear before she taps her keycard against the reader.
A long sigh leaves her lips as she follows her inside. Without much thought, Mina hangs her coat and begins sifting through all her paperwork. On her desk is a small note in Dahyun’s handwriting.
“I totally forgot that today was gonna be our new girl’s first day.
I’m sorry!
Anyways, I already left your instructions on her desk like you asked. Also in case you forgot, her name is Sana. Love you, Ms. Myuoi. <3”
Mina sets Dahyun’s note back down on her desk before glancing up to find Sana reading the instructions she had written last week. “Just get me a coffee.”
Her voice must’ve surprised the young girl as when she glances up, Sana has that doe-eyed expression that practically screams Help Me. But, if Mina was being honest with herself, she found it strangely endearing, as her eyes seemed to tug at her heartstrings with each beat of her lashes.
For the first time, Mina felt slightly awkward, and she quickly sits down, distracting herself from the young girl. “An Americano. Iced.”
“Um, what?”
“My order. An Americano. Iced.” Her focus cannot stay on her screen for much longer as Sana stares at her with that puzzled expression.
“I'll go right now.” She watches Sana, in a nervous rush, grab her purse and run out the door without taking her umbrella or coat.
Mina’s eyes follow her as she tries to quietly run back to the elevator, only for the entire office to stare at her back.
She stifles a laugh before her eyes find their way back to Sana’s umbrella and coat. That annoying pang of guilt hits her heart again and she finds herself reaching for her phone.
Three dial tones sound before the receiver finally picks up the phone. “So to whom do I owe the plea—”
“Taecyeon. I’m going to miss the meeting today. Could you just send me the summary that your secretary writes down? Thank yo—”
He clicks his tongue and she can see his hideous grin on the other side of the line. “Not so fast, Mina. What do I get out of this?”
She stands from her chair and starts walking towards the door. “I’ll pay for your meal at the next executive party. Okay?”
“Not good enough, Mina. How about… you come see me later tonight once the office closes. I’ll give you the summary then.”
“Fine.”
“I’ll see you later then, Mi–.”
A scoff of disgust leaves her lips as she hangs up and grabs her umbrella. She closes the door quietly behind her and walks quickly toward the elevator, hoping to not draw the attention of her staff.
“Ms. Myoui, where are you going?” Too late.
Mina turns around to find Dahyun standing up from her chair, her glasses on the tip of her nose. “I have some business to handle,” she says simply before rounding the corner to the elevator.
“What about your me–”
Dahyun’s voice fades away as Mina steps into the elevator.
She can feel each beat of her heart, the squeeze and release inside her chest while her grip tightens on the wooden handle of the umbrella. The numbers couldn’t count down fast enough.
Once she reaches the bottom floor, she rushes out the front door. Dark storm clouds cover the sky, and small droplets plop down on the large puddles forming on the concrete. A cool breeze blows past, causing her to shudder slightly as she unfurls the umbrella.
She takes out her phone. Now I just have to figure out which coffee shop that foolish girl ran off to. Her finger scrolls through the list of nearby coffee shops. Drip Coffee. Upside Down Coffee. A long sigh leaves her lips. This is hopele—
As if perfectly on cue, a young secretary runs past her, anxiously trying to balance eight coffees from Drip Coffee.
Mina’s eyes follow him as he runs inside and watches him lift up the coffees, so he doesn’t touch the sensors with his elbows.
Can’t hurt to try. A long sigh leaves her lips, and she quickly memorizes the directions from her phone.
Mina walks alone through the winding street. No cars pass by, and no pedestrians walk alongside her. Only the occasional young white-collar worker runs past, nervously trying to hold onto a large order of coffees in both hands with their portfolio held to their side.
But as Mina walks down the street, with no sound other than the raindrops breaking the surface of puddles and the sound of her heels on the concrete, she’s left with little more than her own thoughts.
The smoothness of the wood in her hand reminds her of Sana. It reminds her of the way she puffs up her cheeks while trying to understand something or how she scents the air around her to smell like strawberries. But then, she remembers the look in her eyes when they first saw each other. She saw the fear and apprehension in everyone whenever they looked at her.
Mina sighs as she turns the final corner. “Taecyeon will take her soon enough anyways.”
She looks up to the sign hanging over the door. Drip Coffee.
Inside was the quaint interior that most people loved in their local coffee shops. Wooden decor, cute succulents in small white pots, and tall windows. It would’ve been beautiful on a warm summer morning. Instead, on such a dreary day, the beautiful decor is muted in cool blues like something taken straight from a movie scene.
Mina looks through the front door and recognizes her almost immediately. The strange way she clasps both hands while she stands still, occasionally looking over the shoulder of the man in front of her.
“Are you going to hurry up and order already? What are you, a fucking Omega that can’t even remember a coffee order!” Her eyes look up to the person standing in front of Sana. Broad-shouldered and a fair bit taller than Sana. His black hair makes him oddly recognizable, but Mina just couldn’t pin his finger on whe— Junho, one of Taecyeon’s friends from his theater days and a common participant in his parties.
Her grip tightens on the wooden handle of her umbrella as she watches him grab onto the person in front of the line, but she takes a deep breath and stays back. No one would benefit from two Alphas confronting each other.
She stares at the man in front of the line. A thin and lanky frame with a unique bottom-heavy pear shape that made his waist larger than his shoulders. His features were soft and beautiful in the most effeminate way. He was the textbook Omega. It was a miracle he still had a job, but that would change soon enough.
Mina watches everything unfold in front of her. Junho pushes him aside and forces the barista to take his order. Then the Omega steps aside for Sana, but she flashes him a smile and her soft laugh rings through the air.
Mina can’t make out what she says, but her attention was already focused entirely on Sana’s bright smile.
She smiles to herself and leans against the lamppost. “Naive and a klutz. Help me.”
It takes a few minutes for Sana’s order to come, but she rushes out as soon as she grabs it.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Sana turns around and looks at her with that annoyingly endearing doe-eyed expression again. “Ms. Myuoi. What are you doing here? Don’t you have a meeting?”
“It got canceled,” Mina says. Her heart beats rapidly in her chest almost as if it wanted her to admit that she canceled it because of Sana, but she holds herself back. She looks up and down Sana, noticing the slight flush of her skin and the small droplets of water on her shoulder. Before she knows it, her arm is already out of her jacket.
“What are you do—”
“Don’t forget your jacket next time. It’s not a good idea to take sick days in your first week.” Mina says plainly and starts to walk away. Her footsteps are solitary and her hope that Sana is different fades with each click on the concrete.
One.
Two.
Three.
“Aren’t you coming?” She turns around to find Sana’s hair and jacket already soaked.
“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”
Before she could even turn back around, she hears a loud thud and finds her secretary on the ground. “Forgetful and a klutz.”
Sana looks up at her with a smile and laughs. A beautiful and innocent laugh that makes Mina’s worries fade away. “But you still hired me.”
Mina laughs softly and helps her up, only to watch her stumble again and almost fall forward.
“Klutz, remember?”
Mina raises her eyebrow, intrigued by Sana’s unexpected wittiness. A playful smile dances on the corners of her lips. “Hold onto me then. Just so you get back in one piece.”
With that said, Mina lets Sana hold onto her arm for the rest of the walk back to work. She can feel every one of the girl’s small movements whether it be her small jerk away whenever a raindrop fell onto her shoulder or the slight shiver when a cool breeze blew by.
Weak. That was the only way that Mina could describe her. Weak in the weird way that made Mina want to hold her close and protect her.
But, she couldn't allow herself to feel weak. Not with so many people just waiting for her to slip up.
Mina slows down as they approach the crosswalk across from Mai Tower.
She watches Sana with the sleeve of her jacket up to her face, taking in a deep breath. Her eyes are closed as she processes the smell of the jacket, obvious to what's going on around her.
“Are you done smelling my jacket yet?” Mina laughs, crossing her arms as she watches the girl’s eyes fly open.
“I’m sorry,” she says, beginning to slip the jacket off.
Mina grabs onto the lapel and tugs it back over her shoulder. “Keep it on. You’ll catch a cold without it.”
She opens Sana’s hand and closes the wooden umbrella handle inside before taking a step back. “Take the umbrella.”
“Wait wha–”
Mina does a shushing motion, silencing her new secretary. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sana. Don't come to work late.”
She doesn't bother waiting for the young girl to say anything before running across the crosswalk with only five seconds left. The running was the cause of the rapid beat of her heart, she told herself, nothing more.
When she arrives back on the sixtieth floor, Dahyun rises from her seat, a jubilant expression on her face. “Ms. Myoui is back!” But her expression quickly sombers when she realizes Sana isn't following a few steps behind. “Where's Sana?”
“She had to leave early today,” Mina says bluntly. “I’ll be busy for the rest of the day. Feel free to leave whenever you're done.” And with that, she closes the glass door behind her.
For the rest of the day, Mina sorts through all her emails and finalizes her parts of the government contract.
She watches as her office slowly thins out. Eventually, the sun sets, and Mina hears a knock on her door. A subtle beep tells her that someone’s unlocked the door, and she looks up to find Dahyun peeking in.
“I’m gonna head out now, Ms. Myoui. Do you want me to turn off the lights?”
“Yeah.” Mina flicks her desk lamp on with her finger. “Have a good night, Dahyun.”
“I'll see you to–” A yawn escapes her staff manager. “Tomorrow, Ms. Myoui.”
Now she was alone. Her fingers linger over the keyboard as she contemplates telling Dae-Hwan to come to pick her up, but she fights back the urge. He deserved some time with his wife and daughter.
Mina leans back in her chair and closes her eyes. “Damn it, Minari.”
Two knocks on her door. Did Dahyun forget something? She lazily keeps her eyes closed for a few more moments before she opens them to find an annoyingly puppy-like face with curly brown hair.
“Open the door,” Taecyeon mouths as he points towards the locked door.
A long sigh leaves Mina’s lips. Maybe she should've just kept her eyes closed.
“Mina! And here I was thinking you were avoiding me.” He holds out his arms for a hug once she opens the door, but she brushes him aside. With a sullen expression, he steps into her office, setting two glasses and a bottle of wine onto the table.
“Just give me the summary, Taecyeon.”
“Mina. Mina. Mina.” He sits down on Sana’s desk and gives her that signature pouty look that everyone seemed to fall for. “You wound me. I come all the way down here with my best wine, and you don’t even share one glass with me. I’m hurt, Mina.”
Mina shakes her head and sits back down on her chair. “I should've just gone to the meeting.”
“I, for one, am quite glad that you didn’t.” He looks around her office and runs his hands over the surface of Sana’s desk. “I met your secretary today.” He waits for her eyes to meet his. “Now I have your attention.”
He reaches into his pocket and takes out the cork popper. His movements are slow, languid, as if he were savoring each and every moment of her attention.
The smell of red wine fills the room. Dark, with subtle fruit undertones. Taecyeon’s favorite.
His pour is conservative, only about half the glass, and he only pours one glass for himself.
Then that malicious smile appears, the one he kept hidden beneath his facade of innocence. “She’s very pretty, Mina. I like her a lot. Sana, right?”
“Stay away from her, Taecyeon.”
“I don't see why I should, Mina. She’s just so…” He takes a sip of the wine, staining his upper lip a deep crimson. “perfect….”
The glass slams down onto the desk with a loud thud, small drops of wine splashing over the edges of the glass. “Keep her close, Mina. Lest something happen to her.” He stares at the small red spill on Sana’s desk before he stands up. “Also, congratulations. Your department had the highest revenue and was approved by the department of defense.”
Before he steps out the door, he takes a bloody handkerchief out of his pocket and dabs it on the corners of his mouth. “Her name was Jisu. You should've come, Mina.” He looks back at Sana’s desk. “I would hate for something like that to happen again.”
Mina leans back on her desk as Taecyeon closes the door behind him. Her knuckles go white as she grips the edge of the desk, watching the spilt wine drip down to the marble floor.
Never again.
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happier (l.ty)
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please don’t copy or rewrite/post as your own. none of the following images are mine; copyright goes to owner! if you’d like to take this idea and use it, that’s fine, but I’d ask that you don’t make the scenario exactly the same and use a different layout. enjoy!
summary | after hearing the news that taeyong, your ex boyfriend, is dating another girl just days after the breakup, you’re devastated. just as you think that it can’t get worse, you end up meeting the happy couple in public.
category | idol!au, angst, sad, breakup!au, exboyfriend!taeyong
warnings | breakup, mentions of cheating, crying, leaving, just sad
word count | 1832
pairing | lty x fem reader
We broke up a month ago
Your friends are mine, you know, I know
You've moved on, found someone new
One more girl who brings out the better in you
You sat blankly at the table, a cup of tea in your hands. It was cold from being left untouched for so long. Across from you, your best friend, Mark, looked at you with pity and exasperation.
"Come on, y/n. Please drink it. Or eat something. Should I order something?" His eyes sparkled and he leaped up from the bed. "We could go and try the new combo at the fried chicken restaurant down the street! Jeno went there a few days ago; he said it was the best thing he's ever had."
You let out a small shrug, trying to smile. Mark could see right through you, and the light in his eyes died.
"Y/n, how long are you going to keep moping over him? He's a piece of trash. Leave him and forget about it."
You felt tears flooding into your eyes. Again. You tried not to let them spill, but you couldn't help it and just started crying against Mark's chest for the millionth time this week.
"How could he move on so quickly, Mark? Three years. Three whole years of us and all our memories, and he found a new girl in less than a week. It's pathetic, isn't it? The fact that I can't get over him and he's hooking up with another chick not even a few days after we called it quits." You sniffled into his arms.
Mark let out a sigh, almost at the verge of tears himself. He never knew that Taeyong could just leave behind his entire past in such a quick time. It had shocked all of them, honestly, that their friend could be such a horrible person.
"I know, y/n. I know." He let you cry your pain away, at least temporarily, coaxing you by speaking soft words into your ears, stroking your hair. If he could hide the truth, he would've in an instant. But everyone was connected. You, Taeyong, Mark, all the members were best friends. There was no way that you couldn't have known. Even after you and Taeyong had broken up, you still remained in touch with the rest of the 22 boys. Your bond with them was so close that you would never be able to just leave them because of the breakup. Of course, Mark had expected you to find out, but he was hoping to stall the time for at least a few more days. Everything had been going fine until Haechan had opened his big fat mouth and told you that Taeyong was with another girl. Though you pretended to be fine at the time, you began to sob as soon as you set foot in your apartment.
After you'd finished weeping for the day, Mark helped hoist you up. "Come on, y/n. You've got this. Let's go try the new chicken, hm?" He grabbed your hand, ignoring your protests, and shoved you out the door.
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And I thought my heart was detached
From all the sunlight of our past
But she's so sweet, she's so pretty
Does she mean you forgot about me?
As soon as you entered the chicken restaurant, you wanted to exit as fast as you'd come in. But Mark didn't see. He didn't see him. And though you tried to protest and quickly whisper that Taeyong was in the same shop as you two were, Mark ignored all of it, thinking that you were paranoid of being outside for the first time in five days. And by the time his and Taeyong's eyes met, there was nothing he could do.
"Will this table be alright?" The waitress asked, breaking the intensity of Mark's glare.
"Huh? Oh, um, yeah I guess. Thanks." He quickly turned to you. "You wanna leave? We can if you want."
You hesitated, considering it. It hurt to see Taeyong again, and especially with his new girl. He looked so... okay. Unfazed, laughing at the girl's words, smiling like he was in love all over again. But leaving would look weak now.
"No. Let's just stay." You said, looking down at the menu. You couldn't stand to see Taeyong's huge smile, which wasn't in your direction. Mark looked surprised, but he obliged, not wanting to have you starve for another day.
After you'd ordered, you couldn't help but steal glances at the new couple. They were so perfect. She was absolutely beautiful. You could simply tell by looking at her backside. Her posture was straight, she had gorgeous dark hair, and she had such fair complexity. It wasn't fair. You looked down at yourself, wishing you'd tidied yourself up a bit more before coming here.
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Oh, I hope you're happy
But not like how you were with me
I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go
So find someone great, but don't find no one better
I hope you're happy, but don't be happier
When the chicken came out, you honestly almost forgot about Taeyong altogether. Jeno had been right; it was the most delicious thing you'd ever tasted. You began to feel relaxed again, and more like yourself. You almost forgot about everything that had happened earlier this week. Almost.
"Oh, excuse me." Cold water spilled on your lap, accidentally knocked down by someone's bag, and a pair of hands quickly began to grab napkins from the table and help you wipe off. You looked up to see a beautiful girl, looking apologetic as she hurriedly soaked the tissues with water.
Your heart stilled for a second when you looked behind her to see Taeyong's frozen frame. The two of you didn't look away until the girl straightened up and bowed down to you.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to spill the water. I'm very sorry again." You managed to give her a half-hearted smile.
"It's okay, it's not your fault." It's not your fault that Taeyong left me for you.
The girl let out an embarrassed, apologetic smile and held out a hand. "I'm Siyeon, by the way. Nice to meet you."
You tried to smile again but failed miserably. Instead, you shook her hand. "Y/n. This is my friend, Mark."
Mark, who had been glaring daggers at Taeyong, looked away for a few seconds and shook Siyeon's hand as well. Siyeon stepped back and gazed up at Taeyong adoringly.
"This is my boyfriend, Taeyong." She smiled softly, and then looked embarrassed when he didn't say anything. "Yongie..." She muttered.
Taeyong shook his head. "Yes, sorry." He seemed uncertain as of what to say. He cleared his throat. "I- nice to see you again, y/n. You too, Mark."
Siyeon looked surprised. "You all know each other?"
You shrugged a little. "Just a bit. Mark and Taeyong work together, so I've come across him a few times."
Siyeon laughed. "Oh, that's nice. Yongie, why didn't you tell me? We could've had a friendly dinner together." She slapped his chest playfully and turned back to the two of you. "I'm glad to have met you, y/n, Mark. Hopefully, we can grab a bite to eat together next time." She took Taeyong's hand and started towards the door. "Let's meet again sometime! Text Taeyong to let us know." She waved, and in an instant, the couple left.
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I hope you're happy
I wish you all the best, really
Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me
And think of me fondly when your hands are on her
I hope you're happy, but don't be happier
You didn't know how to feel. You wanted to hate Siyeon's guts. You wanted to hate them. You wanted to remove Siyeon from the picture so you could have Taeyong to yourself again.
But you couldn't. Siyeon was so kind, beautiful, and charming. She had the aura that dragged people in, and in some way, you understood how Taeyong had gone to her as soon as the two of you had quit.
Mark, on the other hand, was venting. He wouldn't stop arguing about how horrible Taeyong was, and how you never deserved him. He only stopped fuming when he dropped you off at your apartment door and made you promise that you would be okay. After that, he left, and you turned back to your home.
"Hey."
You screamed as you threw your bag at whoever was standing in the dark. There was a scuffle, the sound of the bag hitting the person squarely in the chest, and glass shattering as things were knocked over.
"No, stop! It's me --ow-- it's me, y/n! Taeyong! Lee Taeyong!" Just as you were about to throw your book at him, the lights switched on and Taeyong lay there on the floor, looking half-dead. He winced as he pulled himself up, careful not to touch any of the broken glasses.
"T-taeyong? What are you doing here?" You asked, surprised and on the verge of breaking down again.
He ruffled his hair sheepishly. "I thought I owed you an apology."
"Oh." You replied, unsure of what to say. Your heart ached and beat a thousand times faster as awkward silence filled the air.
"I-I'm sorry, y/n." Taeyong blurted out. "I never cheated on you, I promise. I would never. I did meet Siyeon when we were dating, but I didn't think much of it until our breakup; and it wasn't any flirty, romantic relationship. She just... she was just the right person for me later." He nervously tapped his foot on the floor. "I-I guess I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I really loved you and I hope you don't misunderstand and think I cheated on you."
Every word made your heart ache. Loved. Right person. I'm sorry.
You tried your best to put on a strong face. "It's fine, Taeyong. I know you wouldn't cheat. And besides, you have nothing to apologize for. Siyeon is a wonderful person... and I'm happy for you. Really."
Taeyong let out a relieved sigh, and you could almost see the burden of the news lifting off of his shoulders. You tried to smile, and it must've worked, because Taeyong walked over and gave you a light, awkward hug. "Thanks for being so understanding, y/n. I'm glad we got to have this talk."
"Yeah, me too," You croaked out, hoping there weren't any tears in sight. You slightly pushed him off and watched as he let out a soft, sad smile.
"Thanks again, y/n. I'll see you around." With that, he was gone.
You looked out the window and watched as he walked out of the building and into a black car. The smile on his face was not gone unnoticed, huge and beaming as he smiled at Siyeon, who was sitting in the driver's seat. You finally felt a tear dripping down your face, a hand on the window, as the two drove off together in the cold night.
I hope you're happy, but don't be happier
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His Words Are Pretty
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mellow morning | chan
☁️pairing- female reader X chan
☁️summary- you deleted the song your boyfriend had been working on for months just a few days before he had to present it to his superiors.
☁️genre- angst, fluff
☁️requested- no
☁️wc- 1K
tw- none, angry chan, nervousness, mentions of anxiety/panic, nothing too serious, swearing, guilty feelings
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no.
no.
no.
no way.
no fucking way.
you stared at the screen in front of you in horror, blood going cold as you tried to steady yourself and take deep breaths.
fuck.
panicking, you tapped random keys, hoping to undo the disastrous blunder you’d just committed. but it seemed like life had other plans as the familiar and annoying ting of the laptop protestsing against your actions with its inactions pegged your brain.
tears welled up in your eyes as you saw the empty file, go how could you be so stupid?
how could you fucking go ahead and delete the one song that chan has to present in days? the song that chan had worked days and nights for, the ones he’s worked his ass off for. surviving on energy bars and coffee and slaving away in his studio had resulted in the gorgeous masterpiece that your silly brain had just deleted.
your fingers moved over the smooth mouse pad, hovering over the recycling bin and you prayed your life for it to be there.
great fucking hell.
you’d deleted it permanently.
you groaned in anger, grief swallowing you and making your throat clench.
your hands ran through your hair, messing them up even more and you willed yourself to not cry.
there must be some way to get that file back.
you told yourself, you just had to.
you wiped your tears away, messing up your liner a bit but it’s okay, chans song was more important and he had to submit it soon.
as you felt tears run down your cheeks, hot against the january cold, you thought of all the different ways in which you could possibly save his song.
a creaking noise and the shuffle of keys, the sounds of a door opening and closing and then the muted footsteps of sock on wooden panels made you freeze in place.
“baby, i’m home!” chan’s soft voice rang around your home.
you felt your heart break further, his voice was tinged with exhaustion and you could feel his stress from the other room.
“baby?” he spoke again when you didn’t answer and slowly emerged through the door, finding your standing figure with your back facing him. “there you are! i thought you were asleep or something.”
you swallowed the guilty lump and stood immobile, thinking about how you could tell him the horrible news.
his footsteps neared you and large warm hands came across you, bringing you closer to his cozy figure.
“ahh, i couldn’t wait to hug you all day.” he breathed deeply, snuggling his nose into your neck.
as much as you wanted to enjoy his warmth, you couldn’t bring yourself to. you hated yourself in that moment, how could possibly feel comfortable in his arms when you’d destroyed something he’d loved?
“y/n?” and now his voice was laced with concern. the use of your name and not your nickname proved that he was worried and serious. “is something wrong?”
he slowly left you and walked to the front, worried eyes searching your face and his eyes widened. “you were crying?”
you blinked quickly, sniffing and hastily wiping your tears away.
“oh it’s it’s, its, uh, nothing, uh nothing nothing.” you stammered and chan knew something was horribly wrong.
“y/n, baby what’s wrong?” he softly mumbled, wiping your cheeks with his calloused hands and you felt your lower lip tremble.
the tremble reached your eyes and a fresh batch of tears rolled out, making chan gasp in panic and hold you closer. “baby please tell me what’s wrong? is..is, is something troubling you? is it, is, is it your result? do… do you, do , you have a lot of assignments and are stressed?” he rambled, trying to figure out the cause of your distress.
you closed your eyes, trying to level your breathing. “i-.” you began, then but your lip.
chan quietened down as soon as your lips let the words out. “yes what is it baby tell me? are you feeling sick? is it, is it, is-
“i deleted your song chan!” the words tumbled out with a painful force, like bricks falling down from a rooftop.
“oh-.” chan breathed. “i thought something serious had-.” he chuckled in relief, “you just deleted my song-.”
and that’s when it floated through chan, the meaning of your sentence.
“you what?” he whispered, hands now at his sides and the worry was nowhere to be found on his face. “you WHAT?” his voice rose, making you take a sharp inhale.
“i am so sorry, i was just looking for a file i’d mailed you to check how it looks on another device and i was gonna delete it but i accidentally-.” you mumbled, putting together a bunch or sentences trying to explain yourself.
chan raised his hands, trying to quote you down.
“shut up! shut the fuck up y/n!”
“chan i’m so sorry-.” you tried again, tears blurring your vision like rain on glass.
“fucking hell, just shut the fuck up for a goddamned minute y/n!” he yelled with rage in his eyes. the piercing gaze made you stop your words mid sentence and you blinked furiously.
“you knew how important that song was! you fucking know i have to present that song to superiors in a week!” he cried out, hands on his head in disbelief as he walked away from you.
his repeated swearing told you how made he actually was, he would refrain from swearing in front of you, well aware of your dislike towards swearing and curse words but the fact that he was using them repeatedly, you knew he was beyond mad. and you understood that. he had every right to be mad.
“i’m so sorry.” you whispered, once he’d calmed down a bit.
he was still breathing deeply, though the anger had died down a bit.
“what the hell y/n.” he mumbled, not looking you in the eye.
“chan-.” you spoke once more, not wanting to see him so dejected.
he put up his hand, gesturing you to stop.
“no y/n. don’t. i don’t want to speak to you right now. please, i can’t , i don’t… i can’t see you right now.”
your heart broke at his words, but you nodded. “i get it.” your lips moved slowly, like a muted background character in a movie.
“i, don’t want to look at you right now, i’m sorry.” he sighed softly, turning around.
you were the one in the wrong, yet he still apologised.
“i understand, i’ll, i’ll leave.” you whispered, woking with slow steps to the table to take your phone and walked back to the entrance. “take all the time chan, i’m so sorry.” you let out hopelessly before walking out in the cold night with no jacket.
chan didn’t stop you.
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