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silver-tongued-bby · 6 months

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The Fall - Chapter II

Pairing: Manipulative!Dom!Loki x Sub!fem!Reader

This work is set in an AU.

Chapter I here.

Summary: Against your basic human instincts, you choose to go on that date.

Author’s note: thank you so much for the love on chapter 1!! I was really hesitant to post this fic- I’m so thankful people are liking it so far! I am in no way advocating for this kind of dynamic, it can get very toxic very fast. Stay safe out there folks 🖤

As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are much appreciated 🖤🖤🖤

This is work of fiction is 18+!!!!, and contains graphic descriptions of rough sex, manipulation, sadism, masochism, a sketchy situation in a car, oral sex (m receiving), shoe stuff, a dom/sub dynamic, a broken reader. Please do not interact if you are a minor or are sensitive towards any of the themes mentioned above.

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You stood outside your apartment. It was cold out, though your palms were sweating.

You heard his car before you saw it, the sleek black vehicle pulling up just ahead of you. Walking over to the passenger side you got in, the butterflies in your stomach making you nauseous.

“Hi,” you turned, giving him a little smile.

His glance moved up from your legs to your face, a hint of a smirk gracing his lips. “Shall we?”

Nodding, you smoothed your hands on your skirt.

“Nervous?” His tone held an edge of amusement as he pulled away from the curb.

“A little.” You pressed your thighs together, a low throb between your legs at his comment.

“I’m flattered.” He gave you a smile. You couldn’t help but smile back, the warmth of it infectious.

You felt some of the nerves dissipate. Though there was a tug within your chest as he drove on, something deep within you urging you to flee.

“I suppose it doesn’t help that you don’t know my name,” he chuckled, running a hand through his dark waves almost bashfully.

You kept your eyes on him, admiring the length and strength of his fingers as they returned to the wheel.

“It’s Loki,” he grinned, catching your eye as he stopped at a red light.

You smiled. “Hi, Loki.”

He chuckled. “Hello to you too.”

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You sat in the chair before you, the low light of the candle the only thing illuminating the dark corner you’d been seated in. He slid into his seat across from you, eyes glittering in the low light, watching you take in your surroundings.

The restaurant he’d taken you to was nice - shockingly so. The dark lighting provided an intimate yet warm space, the furnishings well made and clearly expensive.

“I didn’t know this existed,” you said with a smile, looking down at the set menu, prices nowhere to be seen.

He smiled back, his posture relaxed against the chair, long arm laid out against the rest, the glint of a silver cufflink peeking out from behind his suit’s sleeve. His brilliant eyes didn’t leave you. Interested yet amused, he looked as if he were seeing all of you, all at once. All the insecurities, the self-doubt, the constant stress of acting the part of who you thought you should be. You squirmed a little, feeling exposed, chastising yourself for the prickle of heat in your cheeks.

“The best spots are always those off the beaten path,” he smirked, nodding at the server as they filled your glasses with wine.

“How did you find this place?” You asked, taking a sip from your glass, the smooth, deep red delicious.

“I work in the industry,” he leant closer, resting an elbow on the table. “Between you and me it’s the only perk of the job.” He gave you a grin.

You couldn’t help but smile back, everything about him was so magnetic. You’d never been on a date like this before, one where you didn’t want to die of boredom. “And what do you do in the industry?”

His eyes shone, “what do you think I do?”

You pursed your lips in thought. “Food critic?”

He let out a laugh at that. “Apologies. I suppose you could say that, though you’d be hard pressed to find a column of mine in Sunday’s paper.”

You took another sip of wine, thinking. “You’re a chef.”

He smiled, taking a sip of water. “I am.”

You shook your head. “Honestly? Wouldn’t have guessed,” your eyes fell to his fingers, noticing the calluses and a faint scar here and there. “Though the 1 AM grocery store visits make a lot more sense.”

He chuckled. “Where else am I supposed to gather the supplies to maintain my steady diet of instant noodles and microwaveable mush?” He saw your expression and smiled guiltily. “Hard to cook for yourself after a day of doing it for other people.”

You smiled, the knots in your stomach gone. You’d never met someone so easy to talk to, so willing to listen and to ask about you. He was smart, almost intimidatingly so, able to keep up with you even as you described the intricacies of your work. The conversation flowed so easily you quickly found yourself divulging things that would’ve been off-limits for anyone else. But it felt good to open up, to have his focus on you alone. You wanted him to see you, the real you, all that you’d kept hidden away for so long. You found it flowing out with your words.

It felt like minutes, not hours, as you spoke throughout the meal, the server dropping a delicate plate of small desserts off at your table along with some coffee. When he’d asked if you wanted to come back to his you hoped you hid the excitement brimming within you.

And soon you were walking back to his car, slipping in to the black leather as he peeled off back towards you came.

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“Do you do this often?”

You turned to him, his expression unreadable, gaze fixed on the road. “Do what?” You asked, picking at the hem of your skirt.

“Go places with strange men.”

You swallowed, your cheeks hot. “No.”

“Not very wise, is it?” He turned off the main road. You ignored the racing of your heart as you entered a neighbourhood unfamiliar to you, the passing houses progressively less well-kept.

You chewed your lower lip, unsure of what to say. The change in him in the 5 minutes that had passed since you’d departed the restaurant had your heart racing.

“But that’s part of the thrill, isn’t it?” The corner of his mouth twisted upwards. “I could have a wife for all you know.”

Your eyes fell to the glint of the silver ring on his index finger on the steering wheel, your heart in your throat. You pressed your thighs together, a poor attempt to quell your excitement. Christ. What is wrong with you?

He chuckled, turning another corner before pulling over, a mailbox in front of a pathway seemingly leading to a forest.

You swallowed as if it’d help you find your voice. “Do you?” You turned, watching the blue-green eyes focus on the rearview mirror as he reversed into the spot.

He killed the engine, turning to look at you with a smirk. “Does it matter?”

You licked your lips. “Please.”

His eyes glinted as they searched your own. He watched you, those eyes easily seeing your fear, and beyond it. “Never married. Unattached.” He winked then slipped out of the car, closing the door behind him as he started up a path.

You scrambled to follow, the walkway softly illuminated as it wound through the darkened trees.

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Your eyes widened as soon as you crossed the threshold, the living room beyond the entrance warm and welcoming. The floors were a deep mahogany, accented by curved wooden walls with new age sculptures and soft, expensive-looking furniture. The kitchen lay just beyond, the large black marble island looking as elegant as it did practical.

He’d tossed his keys into the bowl at the front, slipping off his jacket before rolling up his sleeves. He was watching you with a smirk, his hands in his pockets as you took it all in.

“This place is,” you trailed off, turning so you could get a look at it all. “Wow.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, coming forward to take the jacket from your shoulders. You shivered as his finger grazed your skin.

“Something to drink.” It was more of a statement than a question. He hung your coat by his before making his way to the kitchen, pulling a bottle of wine from a cupboard.

You followed him, resting your elbows on the black marble of the kitchen island as you watched.

He pulled a corkscrew from a drawer, his forearms tensing as he expertly cut the seal before screwing in the device and pulling out the cork. He poured you a glass, then one for himself, before guiding you over to the couch. You sat as he settled in a chair across from you, his eyes glinting in the warm light.

You chewed your lip, shifting on the couch. You couldn’t shake the feeling that if an audience were watching they’d be throwing popcorn at the screen, shouting at you to get your things and go. Everyone knew what happened to the girl who trusted a little too much, who took the wrong path. But that wasn’t you. You were always so careful, almost to a fault. This is just an act of rebellion, you told yourself. Why not be imperfect this one fucking time?

“You can leave if you’d like,” your eyes met his as his voice cut through your thoughts.

“I don’t want to leave,” you spoke, your voice soft, almost apologetic. As if he’d chastised you.

His expression was unreadable, glimmering eyes taking you in. “I don’t want you to feel trapped here. If you’d like to go at any point,” he gave a lazy gesture with his hand, long fingers curved upwards, “say the word.”

You swallowed, nodding.

“You seem like a smart girl,” he spoke, a rasp to his voice. “I’m sure a lot of people would say so, wouldn’t they?”

Your gaze fell to your hands, “they would. But not a lot of people really know me.”

He chuckled. “You aren’t some mystery to unravel, darling. I saw right through you the moment we met.”

You pursed your lips. “I wasn’t hiding myself when I met you.”

“You weren’t,” he smiled, tilting his head in acknowledgement as he leant back in his chair. “But this,” he gestured to you, “and the little getup you had on the next night when you begged for my attention, is that you hiding?”

You chewed your lip.

“Don’t be so coy. You like my eyes on you, don’t you?”

You squirmed, swallowing. “I do.”

“Finally!” He grinned as he saw you flinch with his exclamation, “she offers up some truth.” His gaze skimmed down your bare legs. “Now I can be honest with you. What I’m looking for- it isn’t conventional. Really, it’s anything but,” he smirked as if he’d told a joke.

“I’ve been with partners, long term and short term. I’ve enjoyed the game in the chase. But I’ve had my fill,” he’d tilted his head to the side as he spoke, those blue-green eyes piercing. “I want something else. Something more. I want someone who won’t hesitate to break themselves for me,” he smirked. “Someone who wants to break for me. Who will let me tear them apart and rebuild them into exactly what I want. As many times as I want,” he took a sip of wine, assessing your gaze. “Does that put you off?”

You were captivated as you gently shook your head no.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “That does baffle me.”

You tilted your head in question.

“You know nothing of my life, and very little of my tastes. There is much wickedness in this world, little girl.” His grin was near criminal, his eyes alit with excitement. ”And yet you seem eager to toy with it,” he tilted his head. He was daring you to run.

You swallowed hard. “Is that wrong?”

He swirled the wine in his glass, studying it. “Not to me,” the look he gave you made your breath catch in your throat. You felt pinned to the very spot by the heat in his gaze. “I’m more interested in seeing just how far you’ll go.”

Another challenge, you thought, heart beating fast as you twisted the stem of the wine glass between your fingertips. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” he nodded, gesturing towards you lazily.

“That first night at the grocery store,” you bit the inside of your cheek. “Why’d you stop at the end of the aisle?”

“Honestly?”

You nodded, sitting forward.

“I couldn’t recall if I had oyster crackers at home or not.” He fixed you with a passive shrug, the low light glinting off his eyes.

You ignored the heat in your cheeks.

He set his wine down on the table beside him. “Oh pet,” his voice was sickly sweet with condescension, “come here,” long fingers gesturing to you.

You shakily stood, stepping over to the armchair before his grip found your wrist and brought you between his legs, guiding you to sit on his knee. His thumb smoothed against your cheek, his eyes falling to the low cut of your blouse briefly, a hand coming to support your lower back.

Your breath caught in your throat as he brought you closer, blue-green gaze taking you in, his thumb tracing downwards, hooking under your chin to angle your lips closer to his.

“Is this alright?” He spoke, voice low, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips brushed against yours with the words.

You swallowed. “Yes,” you mumbled, lost in him already.

“Do tell me if things ever aren’t alright, or if you want to stop,” his lips brushed against yours again, forcing a little gasp from you. “I take no pleasure in non-consent.” Another brush of his lips had you melting against him. He pulled back suddenly, your eyes opening to the low light. “I need you to answer me pet.”

You swallowed, nodding. “Okay. I will.” Your voice caught in your throat.

His lips curved in the slightest as he drew closer once again. “Good girl.”

Before you could process anything else he was kissing you- his fingers light against your jaw, his other hand grasping your hip, guiding you to straddle him. Your head spun as you settled over his lap, feeling the warmth of muscle beneath his thin shirt.

He guided you to roll your hips against him, and you gasped, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he did it again and again. You were panting as he licked into your mouth, his clever tongue making you tighten your hold on him. He held you tighter, closer to him, forcing a whimper from your throat.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against your own as you kept moving, the heat between your legs almost unbearable. He hummed lightly, his hand falling to grip your ass as the other traced the skin of your thigh.

Your breath caught as you felt how big he was, the heat of him seeping through his jeans. “I don’t usually,” you trailed off, panting as he bent to nip at your throat, sucking your skin harshly before smoothing over it with his tongue. You moaned, wishing you didn’t have so many fucking clothes on. “I don’t do stuff like this,” you breathed, lips seeking his for another deep kiss.

He chuckled. “Of course you don’t, darling.” He bent to kiss just beneath your earlobe, his tongue coming to trace the shell of your ear as you whined, a tremble in your grip. “But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it?”

You nodded, panting, not even really hearing his words. You melted further into him, lost in this stranger as his long fingers tilted your head upwards to capture your lips once more. His hand slid up from your thighs, slowly tracing up your skirt, his calloused hands warm against you. He splayed his hand out, pinky and ring finger finding the inside of your thigh, coming up slowly as he kissed you more. You gasped when you felt his fingertips graze against the seam of your panties, knowing the wetness he felt.

He pulled back with a smirk, gazing up at you. “When was the last time you touched yourself?”

You swallowed, pressing yourself further against him. “T-today,” you wet your dry lips. “This morning.”

He tsked, his fingertips pushing up the hem of your tight skirt slowly. “So wet again already?” His eyes flickered down to the black lace of your panties as they came into view with your slow movements. “You’re dripping. All for me?” You nodded, fingers pressing against his lower abdomen, the heat that seeped through the thin cotton of his shirt addictive.

“And how did you get yourself off this morning, pet? Did you watch something vile as you played with your little cunt?” You shook your head. Your skirt was pushed up around your waist now, his fingertips sliding under the lace of your panties as they pressed into the flesh of your ass.

He grinned sinfully. “Ah so your thoughts were of me. Naughty thing,” his gaze flickered to your lips, “what did you think of?”

You opened your mouth but closed it, the heat returning to your cheeks.

You moaned as his fingers dug harshly into the flesh he’d been so tender with a moment ago. “Answer me.”

“You-“ you swallowed, “you being rough with me,” you gasped as he smoothed the skin of your ass. “S-slapping me and choking me,” you swallowed, “and spitting in my mouth as you, fuck,” you shivered as his other hand traced up your spine, his eyes dark as they watched you. “As you used me to get off.” You finished, voice hoarse as you tilted your hips back as your cunt pressed against his lap.

“My, my,” he chuckled, spreading his legs a little wider. “Did you come up with that all by yourself?”

Your brows furrowed as he guided you off of him, finding yourself on shaky legs, unsure of what to say. “Get down on your knees.” He commanded, as you sank down, the wood underneath them surprisingly warm.

You looked up, your eyes falling to the thick outline within his trousers. He hooked his fingertips under your chin, guiding your gaze upwards, past his slightly exposed chest, the smirk he wore near criminal. His thumb pressed against your lips, and you opened, sucking on it eagerly as you held his gaze. He chuckled again. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Spit gathered on your lips as he rubbed his wet thumb against them. “Open,” he called, and you did as you were told, tongue meeting the two fingers he pressed into your mouth. You took them deep, tears springing to your eyes as he pressed them further in, tickling the back of your throat. His gaze was expressionless, simply watching as you held your hands in your lap, tongue swirling against his palm as he reached new depths, eventually making you gag.

That brought a smirk to his lips, and he pulled his fingers from your mouth, once again rubbing the wetted digits against your puffy mouth. “Take off your clothes,” he leant back against the sofa with a sigh, reaching for his wine as you fumbled with the zipper on the side of your blouse. You let it fall from your arms, then stood to shimmy out of your skirt. He passively watched as you squirmed out of your panties, peeling the gusset wet with your arousal away from your slit with a hiss.

He beckoned you forward, and you stood between his legs. He grasped your wrist and pulled you across his knee, so your midsection hung over him, your breasts pressed into the cool leather of the couch. You gasped as his hand slid on the back of your thigh, just below your ass. “You are a lovely thing, aren’t you?”

You whined, hips grinding against his thigh at the comment. You could feel the wetness spread with your movements, his fingertips lightly dragging against your slit making you whine. “So fucking eager,” he did it again, but slowly, gathering a bit of slick against his fingertips.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, wishing he’d only give you more.

He chuckled, “I’ve barely touched you, pet.” He slid a hand into your hair, tugging at the roots to pull your face from the leather. You moaned, hands scrambling for purchase beneath yourself as your back bent. “I was going to toy with your cunt, but it seems you won’t last long. No use in it, is there?”

You groaned, pushing your hips against his thigh, all rational thoughts gone.

He tsked, rolling you off of him so you landed on your knees on the ground, a hiss coming from your lips on impact at the sting. Looking up you spotted a mirror propped up against the far wall. You hadn’t noticed it until now. The scene before you made your cunt ache, your naked body almost a shock in contrast to the well-dressed man on the couch behind you, not a hair out of place. The slick between your thighs caught the warm light from the lamp. He leant forward, forearm pressing against his thigh as his other hand wrapped around your throat.

You groaned, hips moving against the air as if it’d help quell the desire between your legs.

“What a sight,” he leant forward so his lips ghosted the shell of your ear as he spoke. You could see down his loose shirt in the mirror, the top buttons exposing his taut chest. You trembled, hips moving on their own accord once more as his grip tightened. “I haven’t even touched you and I can already tell I own that cunt.”

Your brows knit together and you nodded at his words, your mouth open as you panted. He turned, running his tongue along the shell of your ear. The sound that you made was almost inhuman, your hands clawing at your thighs as he tightened his grip further. “Fucking pathetic,” he whispered, the gravel in his voice making your eyes roll back as your hips moved in useless circles. He let go of your throat with a slight push and you gasped, your shaky hands scrambling to hold you upright.

“Please,” you rasped, meeting his icy gaze in the mirror as he took another sip of wine. His brow raised, he nodded for you to speak before setting the glass back down. “Can I suck your cock?” You asked, voice small as you met his gaze with heavy-lidded eyes.

He smirked. “You were telling the truth, weren’t you pet?”

You watched in the mirror as he stood, stepping around to face you. “You’re willing to do anything for it, for my attention.”

You nodded as your eyes fell to his fly, long fingers pulling against the fabric as he released his cock from his pants, the sight of it making your mouth run dry. “Well then, let’s see how far anything will take us, won’t we?”

You gazed up to find him smirking at you and you smiled before opening your mouth. His fingers found your jaw and he held your mouth open, his lips pursing as he spat into your mouth, some of it catching on your bottom lip. You keened high in the back of your throat, tasting him on your tongue as your hips shifted again, your fingertips itching to touch your dripping slit.

He chuckled. “Nasty little thing,” he spoke, fisting his cock with his other hand. “Hands off that fucking cunt.”

You nodded, keeping your mouth open, your eyes on his as you licked your bottom lip. He rested both hands against your head as he fed you his cock, your eyes closing at the warmth and weight of it on your tongue. You got to work, relaxing your throat as you took him deep, your tongue rubbing up against him. You took him all the way and stopped, looking up to see his dark eyes gazing at you before he started to thrust.

You gagged as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat, the length of him hard for you to take. Tears sprung to your eyes and fell as he moved faster, your hips still circling as your hands held onto each other in your lap. He pulled out, his eyes falling from your face to your breasts as you kissed his tip. “What a pretty little whore,” he smirked, running a thumb through your tears. His hand held the side of your cheek and you nodded up at him, giving permission. He raised it and struck, the impact stinging against your cheek as you groaned, licking your lips as you watched him.

His eyes were cloudy as he pressed his cock within your mouth once more. You were so enthralled you hadn’t noticed he’d shifted to press the leather of his shoe up against your bare cunt, the sensation making you flinch. You held his cock between your lips, tongue caressing it as he nodded down at you. “It’s the only thing you’ll get tonight darling,” he thrust further into your mouth, “go on.”

You didn’t need to be told twice and started grinding down against his shoe as he used your mouth. You groaned, feeling the slick gather quickly as you angled your hips just so to glide your clit against the soft leather. His jaw was set as he thrust into your throat, and the sight made you only wetter, your hips stuttering as his brows knit together.

Your pace was frantic, and you moaned around him as he angled his foot upwards, so your clit dragged deliciously, and almost painfully against the laces. Just as he pushed as far as he could go against your throat you froze, feeling a your cunt spasm around nothing, whining pitifully around his cock. You felt his balls twitch as he came deep in your throat a moment later, the sharp exhale of breath from above the only other indicator that he came. You swallowed all he had to give you eagerly as you trembled, his warm hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

He pulled himself from your lips and you blinked, processing what just happened. You’d never acted like that before, never came like that before. You’d fantasised about it, sure, but the most you’d ever come to was a light spanking and some choking, never that.

“Pet,” he spoke, the lightest touch guiding your gaze to his. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

~~~

He was so gentle with you as you showered, wrapping you in a fluffy towel before he sat you on the edge of his bed.

You were lost to thought. It had all felt so… So right. So right to do whatever he’d asked of you, the way he handled you so deliciously sent a pulse to your cunt, as if to remind you that you hadn’t even fucked. His cruel fucking joke only made you want more.

“Are you alright?” He asked, bringing you a cool glass of water.

You blinked up at him. He looked a little apprehensive. You hoped he hadn’t been watching this whole time. “Is it wrong to say I think I’m the most alright I’ve been in a very long time?” You bit your lip, the cool glass pressing against your palm.

You could see the relief in his eyes. He hid a grin, biting his lip as he shook his head. “No, Pet. Not wrong.” He brushed your cheekbone with his thumb. “Just a little fucked up.”

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Author’s note: 🙃 welcome to hell 🖤 thank you for joining me. Not sure if I’ll post a third chapter, as things are likely to only get darker. Thank you for reading! 🖤🖤🖤

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theje0ngs · 2 years

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JJH | Honesty Hour: The Fubu

“One was ready, one was not.” Have you ever wondered what it’s like to settle on a situationship such as F*ck Buddies? Watch this video and get to know Jaehyun and Y/N’s story and how they ended their relationship and discover the truths about it.

PAIRING/CHARACTERS • jaehyun x fem!reader, some appearances of haechan because he’s the producer lol

GENRE • angst, smut, fubu!au

WORD COUNT • 4.6k

CONTENT WARNINGS • 18+ theme, profanities, fubu set-up, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), spanking, raw sex, protected sex (reader is on the pill)

GELA SAYS • this was the fic i enjoyed editing the header lol, lately, i’ve been enjoying watching the content of a specific youtube channel and thought of this fic. anyway ! enjoy reading~ sungchan has his own honesty hour scenario that will be uploaded soon!

HAPPY READING!

BOLD SENTENCES: Producer | ITALIC: Flashback

READ SUNGCHAN’S HONESTY HOUR HERE

You were scrolling on your Instagram search page a week ago, trying to find something interesting to keep you awake during your break when you came across a promoted ad from a known YouTube account called: The Ask Box. The account was famously known for its content that is usually about life and its lessons, focusing on strangers, friends, and family mostly. In the post, it mentioned that they have a new segment called Honesty Hour wherein two people are given a chance to reunite through a video and talk about their lives. You didn’t really think much about it, you even thought that you had no one you wanted to reunite with as of the moment, so you brushed it all off and exited the app to continue your shift.

Until you heard your laptop receive a notification, indicating that you’ve received an email. You thought it was your boss, immediately opened the tab for the email. You noticed that the mail wasn’t from your boss but came from a different person.

“Greetings, Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!

I am Lee Haechan, a producer from The Ask Box. Could we take a moment of your time to talk to you this week, regarding an application on our new segment on our YouTube channel? Below is the link of a Zoom meeting that will be used during the short meeting. Prior to that, you can reply to this email for inquiries.

[ZOOM MEETING LINK]

You can also reply to this mail to let us know if you could meet us as soon as you can.

Regards,

Lee Haechan.”

What the hell? You thought, frowning as you reread the email again, thinking it was supposed to be sent to a different person. But you realized that your whole name was actually stated, so it wasn’t a mistake. Quickly, you typed in your reply that you were available today after work at 6 p.m. for the meeting. You wondered who in your friend group has set you up, considering that they know your history with a few guys that you met in parties and on dating apps.

And it was during the meeting with the production team when you found out that it wasn’t one of your friends who sent an application, but one of the guys you had a history with. The person you’ve, well, settled on a fuck buddy relationship with for almost two years, none other than Jeong Jaehyun himself.

“So will you be available next week, Friday at 2 p.m.?” Producer-director Haechan asked, as the meeting came to an end.

“Yeah, it’s my day-off.”

“Great! We’ll send you the details and the address, we’re excited to see you there Ms. Y/L/N! Thank you so much for agreeing to do this.”

And here you are now, sitting on a chair as you wait for Jaehyun to arrive. You didn’t know why you were so nervous; you could feel your palms sweat that you had to wipe them off your pants. The staff who was assigned to help you out on the mic noticed that you were uncomfortable and kept on taking deep breaths.

“Nervous?”

You nod your head, “It’ll be the first time I’ll see him after a year.”

“It’s okay, if you feel uncomfortable during the shoot, you can tell us, and we’ll immediately stop.”

“Thank you, but I think I can handle it- hopefully I can.”

Once the staff walked away, Jaehyun walked in on the set. Damn, he looks much more handsome than the last time you saw him. Much manlier. His hair was styled down, he was wearing a simple knitted sweater and jeans. How could someone be this attractive? It’s like he was sculpted by the gods. You shook your head, trying to compose yourself and focus on other things on the set and not to him. On the side of your eye, you saw him smile as the staff helped him put a mic.

“Ready?” Haechan, the producer-director asked before sitting down behind the camera. You and Jaehyun nod your heads, one staff member clapped the slate. This was the part that got you really nervous.

“Please introduce yourself and tell us when was the last time you saw or talked to each other before today.”

“My name is Y/N, I’m 24 and I work in the field of advertising. The last time I talked to Jaehyun was over a year ago.”

“I’m Jaehyun, I’m 25 and I’m an architect. The answer is the same, a year has passed since our last contact with each other. We haven’t talked to each other after ending things.”

“How did you two know each other?”

You opened your mouth, but then hesitated to answer. “We’re-”

“We were fuck buddies.” He answered, causing you to feel your cheeks burn. The whole video isn’t out yet, but it feels like the whole world knows you’ve had sex tons of times with this man. Oh god, those people might include my parents. You thought, cupping your cheeks. “Are you getting shy, Y/N?”

“Ah, no… please, continue.”

“You answered ‘we were fuck buddies’, enunciating the word ‘were’. What is your relationship right now?”

“Nothing. We just… we’re strangers again, I think.” This time, you answer.

“We’re strangers with history.”

“Damn,” you chuckle, “but yeah, we haven’t talked or seen each other in a year so I guess that makes us strangers.”

“What was your first encounter? Like how did you meet?”

“We met at a mutual friend’s party.” You start, “I think I was in junior year of university when we met, I was 21.”

Jaehyun nods his head, “Johnny’s party, right? His farewell party.”

“Yeah, Johnny is a senior of mine. We shared a few classes together and immediately clicked like siblings. So, the night we met, I was… I was… the story’s actually really embarrassing.” You laughed, “I was really drunk that night and I, well, vomited on him.”

The people behind the camera laughed, even the producer who was asking the questions laughed.

“She vomited on my new Prada shoes that night.”

“Who wears branded shoes at a college party where people vomit, like 95 percent of the time?” You roll your eyes, “Anyway, even if I did vomit on him, he was nice enough to bring me to the nearest diner to make me feel better.”

Jaehyun nods his head, letting you tell the story. “After that, I passed out. Jaehyun didn’t know where I lived so he brought me home. The morning after, I kind of panicked because I woke up in a stranger’s house. My brain automatically told me that I’ve slept with him, so I started screaming.”

“I wasn’t even next to her when she woke up,” Jaehyun added, “I slept on my couch that night. I’m not the type of guy who takes advantage of a drunk girl.”

“What happened after that? Did you two see each other again?”

“Mhm, we did. She offered to treat me to breakfast the next day and even offered to pay for the cleaning of my shoes.” Jaehyun answered, “She was really interesting to me, so after that breakfast, I asked her out on a date right away. Unfortunately, she kind of turned me down.”

“Yeah, because I told you, I just got out of a really bad relationship that time and I thought I was moving too fast to go out with someone after being single for like 8 months.” You cleared up, “But in the end, I still said yes. I thought maybe it was time for me to go out on dates because my ex was already seeing someone at the time.”

“We did date, we were not exclusive, just casually dating. I would wait for her after classes and we’d go out for coffee runs, study dates or drives to McDonald’s at 3 in the morning. She wasn’t ready to commit yet, so we settled on a fuck buddy situationship.”

“I enjoyed our small dates, really. I enjoyed riding his big bike every 3 a.m. And those dates stopped after we agreed that we’re nothing but fuck buddies.” You chuckle, “Mom, if you’re watching this, I know you told me not to ride motorcycles, but I did have fun riding them and I’m still alive!”

“Oh, speaking of your mom. Remember when you introduced me to your parents when they visited your dorm?”

“God yes! We were fuck buddies for a year that time because we were already graduating. Another confession mom, Jaehyun wasn’t really my boyfriend at the time!”

“Oh, oh! Fuck, Jaehyun- I’m cumming again!” You moaned, grinding your hips on his face as you felt your high. He has been eating you out for the past 20 minutes and on different surfaces of your dorm. Your roommate just moved out and you’ve got the whole place to yourself until someone rents it again.

The moment you texted Jaehyun that you were alone in your dorm and wearing new lingerie, he dropped his pencil on his drafting table and left his unfinished plate. A few minutes later, a loud knock on the door was heard and the next thing you know, you were bent over on the small kitchen counter while he licked long stripes on your wet slit. It all started on the kitchen counter, to the small ottoman you had at the foot of your bed, and now on your bed. You gave him a blowjob in between, but he wanted to eat you out more than he wants you to blow him. You could feel a knot form on your stomach as you whimper, gripping on your sheets and toes curling as you cum. Jaehyun pulls away, licking his lips that’s covered with your cum. You turn to your side, your legs shaking after the fifth time you came.

You felt the bed sink, the small space letting your bodies warm each other. Jaehyun started planting kisses on your bare shoulder as you calmed down from your high. It was always on the neck, collarbones, and shoulder where he would kiss you, but never on the lips. His hands were caressing your skin, squeezing your hips before giving your ass a quick slap.

“Aren’t you gonna fuck me now?” You asked, a bit tired from the orgasm, yet have the urge to have his dick inside of you.

“Hmm, I would but aren’t you tired? You just came five times and I’m pretty sure your next-door neighbor is angry with all the moaning and shit.”

“I’m good, I can handle it. Besides, any day now someone’s gonna move in here. Might as well enjoy the little time we have left.”

“Sometimes I like what goes on inside your head.” He laughs, flipping you over and starts to suck your nipples. “Condom?”

“Raw.” You said, “I’m not ovulating right now, it’s safe and I always take my pills.”

Since you and Jaehyun started this whole fuck buddy thing, you went to the doctor’s and started taking contraceptives just to be safe. Jaehyun also had your back whenever it comes to buying plan b’s just to be safer. All of it came from Jaehyun – the pills and the ‘dates’ from before. According to Johnny, Jaehyun’s family is loaded (which explains why he was wearing Prada the night you met. Sometimes it makes you feel bad. Your family isn’t definitely loaded like his, but you were doing good and are financially stable. There was a time where you talked to Jaehyun about this matter, and his response was ‘don’t think of it that way, think of it as a friend who’s just looking after you’.

“Damn, a really good girl.” He smirks, planting a kiss on your neck. “Gonna fuck you so good today for being such a good girl.”

Jaehyun adjusts your legs, pushing them towards your breasts and onto his shoulders. You were on the hook position. You feel goosebumps as he runs his cock along your pussy, teasing you by pushing the tip in and pulling it out again. As this was the first time in a few weeks that you two have sex again, you were desperate.

“Holy f-fuck…” You moaned, adjusting to his size as he pushed his dick inside of you wholly. “Why does it feel like you’re getting bigger every time we fuck?”

He smirks at the remark, his hips starting to move at a slow pace. It wasn’t the first time you did this position, but his face was so close to yours and somehow it felt really… intimate. You were so lost in his lips; they were pink and so soft. You wonder what it feels like to kiss them. You shake your head, closing your eyes in pleasure.

As he continues to thrust, you clench around him, feeling yet another orgasm builds up as he moves fast. You covered your mouth, trying to suppress another loud noise, thinking that if you let out another one, the landlord would kick you out.

“Remove that fucking hand, pretty. Or else, I’m putting a halt to this. Let me hear you moan.” He whispered against your ear.

Fuck, why was that so hot? You remove your hand from your mouth and hold onto the headboard instead and let out a moan, burying your head against the soft pillow, giving him access to your throat. You could feel your legs hurt; the muscles were tensing as you could feel his weight on them. Your eyes roll in pleasure again, but something just had to put an end to it. Your phone, lying on the side table, started ringing. Groaning, you told Jaehyun to stop and reached for it. If it was your best friend, or Johnny, you would ignore it. But somehow the universe probably got fed up with you moaning and screaming your lungs out, your phone displays your mother’s contact.

“S-shit, don’t move… I have to take this.”

“Seriously? Right now?”

“Yeah, I know; my mom’s such a cockblocker.”

“Oh, it’s your mom… yeah, go ahead.”

You swipe the answer button, with Jaehyun’s dick inside of you. With a breathy voice you say, “Hello?”

“Sweetie, sorry for calling. Are you busy studying right now?” She asked, you hum in response. “Anyway, I was just wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner. Your father and I are in town for some business, we can pick you up at your dormitory. What do you say?”

Jaehyun is a jerk. A teasing jerk who just had to start moving his hips again, causing you to let out a whine. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“Oh- um, yeah, sorry. I can do that, when are you arriving?”

“In fifteen minutes.” Jaehyun’s thrusts were starting to fasten.

“What?!” You exclaimed, covering your mouth. “I- um, okay, okay. Okay.”

After the call, you toss your phone aside. “I’m close, pretty. Where do you want it?”

“I-inside-” You choked, “God, Jaehyun…”

“Filthy girl, answering her mom’s call while having sex…” Jaehyun’s cock was hitting all the right places, “Oh, Y/N…”

Jaehyun’s cum felt warm inside of you, and he actually stayed in the same position for a few seconds before pulling out. Which reminds you that you have to start moving as your parents will arrive anytime now. As jelly as your legs were after multiple orgasms, you managed to walk to the bathroom and clean. You asked Jaehyun to spray some febreze inside the whole dorm to make it seem like you two just didn’t have sex there (just in case your mother walks in, you didn’t need her to point out that the room reeks sex).

Just in time, you exit your room with Jaehyun as if nothing had happened. Dressed in a simple blouse and jeans. Jaehyun was guiding you, after what happened today, you were sure you’re not able to walk straight for the whole night or two. Just when you were about to enter the elevator, you were greeted by your parents.

“Oh, and who is this fine young man, Y/N?”

“Hello, I’m Jaehyun. I’m Y/N’s uh…”

What were you two really? Jaehyun had no answer to your mother’s questions. Hurriedly, you answered, “Boyfriend, he’s my boyfriend.”

Her mouth forms an ‘o’, shocked yet satisfied with the answer, she nodded her head. “Well, Jaehyun, you should join us for dinner then! I’d like to get to know my daughter’s boyfriend more.”

“Did you address the other person to people as your significant other?”

“Yeah,” You answered, “It was much easier, especially to our parents. Our situation, as fuck buddies, were taboo for people their age. I think it all started because of me, because I introduced him to my parents as my boyfriend.”

“And I introduced her to my folks as my girlfriend.”

“But we weren’t in a relationship. It felt like it was much easier to say that instead of explaining our situation to them. We didn’t put any label on our relationship until the very end. We’re just boyfriend-girlfriend in the eyes of strangers, parents, and acquaintances, but to us and our friends, we were fuck buddies.” You added.

“It was also convincing for them.”

“One last question before we proceed to the next segment, the real event.” The producer said, flipping his script to the next page. “If things were going on so well between the two of you and you were satisfied with what you have, why did you end it?”

“The truth is, we really didn’t end things like adults. We just… kind of went our separate ways. We just let it speak for itself. We stopped talking to each other because the last time we did, I kind of fucked up.” Jaehyun confessed, “At the time, I was 24. I’ve been working for a year in the same company. Now that I recall the events of last year, I realize how stupid it is of me to ask her that.”

“What was the question?”

“Something really personal…”

Jaehyun called you tonight, asking if you were available. After a whole day of meetings and pitching new ideas for a specific product, you just wanted to lie down and relax. But somehow, he has convinced you to make a U-turn on the next stop. Jaehyun said that he’s been having a rough day. His favorite shoes got stained with cement when he visited the site, his coffee fell on the passenger seat of his car when he passed through a pothole resulting a hole in his tire. Everything was a mess, and he needed a release. An adult release with you.

The moment he opened the door for you, Jaehyun had his lips on your neck, sucking the skin and leaving marks. You may have knocked over a few furniture in his living room before you got inside the room, but that was the last thing you two could think of – the two of you badly needed to release the tension and the stress you’ve been feeling.

You lost count of how many rounds you’ve done, how many orgasms you’ve experienced, and how many condoms used. At that moment, you and Jaehyun were focused on making each other feel good, and not keeping track of your orgasms.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m cumming again…” He moaned, throwing his head back to the pillow as you rode him. “Ah, shit.”

Tired, you remove yourself from him and throw yourself on the space next to him. The two of you were quiet, there was not enough energy to make conversation. You just laid there catching your breaths and staring blankly at the ceiling.

“I have a question for you.” He breaks the silence yet still staring at the ceiling.

“What?”

“Will you marry me?”

“After the deed?”

Jaehyun nods his head in embarrassment while you just sat there awkwardly, taking the water bottle next to your feet to wash your parched throat.

“But I didn’t do it just because my mom told me that I should marry her. I… I knew my feelings for her were genuine and I was aware of it, I was certain I was in love with her. I fell in love with her, I mean, who wouldn’t?”

The staff gasps, some raised their eyebrows and shook their heads. “Broke the first rule we established: Don’t fall in love.” You chuckle, “I told him why he would ask something like that after we had sex and, well, while we’re naked. He tried to explain himself to me while I dressed up, I ran away. I didn’t contact him after that, blocked him on all social media accounts I have and his number. I moved to a different neighborhood so he wouldn’t find me. I thought he’ll get tired and forget about me eventually.”

Haechan nods his head and signals the staff to put a lie detector machine on the table between the two of you. “Now, you mentioned that you stopped your contact with each other after ‘ending’ your situationship. This is a chance for the two of you to ask questions you’ve always wanted to ask to the other. Sky’s the limit. You can answer their questions and you may not if you feel uncomfortable.”

You couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle, they mentioned this beforehand, they gave you a chance to think of the questions you’ve wanted to ask Jaehyun, and you did. You had it listed in your head confidently, but now that you’re in front of him, your mind went blank, and you couldn’t think of one.

“Y/N, do you want to start?”

“O-oh, um… he can go first. I’m trying to remember my questions.” You replied, turning the lie detector toy in front of you and placed your hand on it.

Jaehyun nods his head and clears his throat as if he was about to give a big speech to the crowd, “Have you been good?”

Haechan snorts, even Jaehyun laughed at his own question. It was so random yet genuine.

“Well, yeah. I’m happy with my work, it’s stressful most of the time, but I get to do what I want and I’m in a really happy place right now.”

The small machine makes a small noise as it analyzes your answer. If it senses that your answer is true, you’re good to go. If not, then you’ll get electrocuted for a second. It was probably the longest five seconds you’ve ever experienced and there was a part of you that was relieved that your answer was accepted as true. It is true, you weren’t lying.

“Y/N, go ahead.”

Fuck, “Did you… did you date someone after we ended it?” What a dumb question, Y/N.

“Casual dates, yeah. Serious dating, committing, or making it official, no.”

Ping! Jaehyun’s answer was true. You didn’t know why, but you were relieved after hearing that. The conversation deepens that the whole production team was immersed in the whole thing. They were all ears as the two of you talked and confessed the truth to each other. His questions were related to the person you were before, the person you were when you were still in contact. It was fun, it was like cleaning the things you’ve swept under the rug as the two of you talk and clear up the things you should’ve talked about before parting ways. The conversations you avoided and the truths you’ve learned.

Until he dropped a bomb.

“Did you feel something towards me, or did you really just see me as someone you get to have sex with?” That was the question that struck you. What do you answer?

“Naked truth?” You asked, he nodded his head. “Jaehyun, you know how scared I am of commitment. You, of all people, should know that because you were the only person I’ve told you about it. I made it extra clear for you that I wasn’t ready to commit to someone, but that doesn’t mean I only used you for sex. You were my friend. After I introduced you to my parents as my boyfriend, I had thoughts about it. I reconsidered our relationship before, but it felt like you were happy with what we had so I brushed it all off. There were instances that we were intimate with each other whenever we see each other’s parents for something, and I think about my feelings over and over again whenever that happens. Truth be told, yes. I did have feelings for you, and I didn’t use you as someone who I can run to when I need an adult stress release.”

As you wait for the small machine to reveal whether you were telling the truth or not, you stare deep in Jaehyun’s eyes. It was the truth; the truth was finally out. It felt like a thorn was pulled out of your chest. Ping! Jaehyun, satisfied yet disappointed, nodded his head and accepted your answer. He then places his hand on the machine, ready to hear your question.

“If you were certain of your feelings for me, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Naked truth?” He asked, you nodded. “We were in that part of the ‘relationship’ where everything was intact. If I told you that I was in love with you before, the things we’ve established will be wrecked. I was… I was scared. I was scared to lose you. One wrong move and it’ll ruin everything. I knew you didn’t want to be with someone yet at the time, so I respected you. You, running away from me was enough reason to make me realize that it was probably right that I didn’t confess my feelings even before I had asked you to marry me.”

Ping! Jaehyun’s answer was true. The atmosphere inside the room felt so heavy as the staff removed the toy in front of you. You were so honest; you didn’t even realize you could be that honest. You broke eye contact with Jaehyun, grabbing the water bottle again as you feel your mouth dry.

“Damn, I am really honest today. I’ve never been that honest my whole life.” You joked, “But you know, we could’ve worked if I was really ready at that time.”

“We could’ve?”

“I think so. Or maybe I was ready, but a part of me didn’t want to or couldn’t accept what we had. We tried dating but ended up only being fuck buddies. Nothing more, nothing less. I didn’t know what I wanted nor what I didn’t want. I got scared when you asked me to marry you, I got scared that it happened after we had sex.” You explained, “I got scared because I was so sure of what I felt towards you, but the truth scared me and the first thing I thought was to run away from you. So, if you thought that I only used you for pleasure, please now that the two years we became fuck buddies, half of those years, I was hopelessly in love with you. You made me feel things that even I couldn’t believe I could still feel towards a guy like you. I was just scared of how things will change between us.”

Jaehyun agrees with you, “I was so ready to commit to you, but I guess I was also scared to lose you. If the two of us weren’t cowards and just faced the truth… we’re probably on a very different path right now.” He said, “Damn, that’s kind of sad. But that’s just how life is. The things you want? You either get them or lose them. The decision really depends on you, whether you were willing to take the risk or regret.”

The scene ends with the two of you smiling at each other as the video fades into black.

One was ready, one was not.

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Forbidden Secrets

genre: non-idol au, college au, forbidden relationship, hyunjin x fem!reader, professor!hyunjin x student!reader, pg-15

wc: 10.4k… i really didn’t plan for this to be this long but here we are i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tags/warnings: fluff, kissing + steamy makeout scene, mild cursing, reader is very confident in themselves (sometimes a little too overly confident), literally anything the reader manifests she gets it’s insane, some mention of alcohol usage, some suggestive moments but nothing that detailed, “taboo/unacceptable” practices (teachers falling in love with their student lol)

synopsis: from the moment you laid your eyes on him you knew you had to have him. you’ll go as far as to do anything for him, knowing full well he is your college professor.

{a/n: heyy y’all, i know what you’re thinking. i’ve been gone for a while but yess i am finally back and ready to give you all the content i’ve been wanting to put out. YES i made a teacher x student fic and what about it ?? i know it can be overdone a lot but i’m a sucker for this trope so i don’t care ! anywhoo, i hope you all enjoy this long one and as always feedback and your opinions are much appreciated, thank you ♡︎}

Hangovers were the absolute worst. You loathed the sound of your alarm, which sounded extra loud this morning for some reason. Without even opening both of your eyes you try to find your phone to shut it off on the nightstand next to you, dropping your phone in the process. You groan as you now had to fully wake up to retrieve your phone from the floor, finally able to turn off the annoying sound. You sighed as you threw your phone onto the bed, not even bothering to make your own bed as you were exhausted. You spent the whole night yesterday drinking and playing Uno with your friends at one of their dorms but the instant regret you felt from taking too many shots finally sunk in. You often go a little too hard sometimes and your head was feeling fifty pounds heavier this morning.

It was the first day back at uni for your second semester and you were more than thrilled to start school again. You missed seeing all of your close friends and since you went to a university out of state you could only see them during school. You made a lot of new friends and created so many beautiful memories with them, you were a social butterfly and you thrived the most when you were around others. Your friends and your happiness were the most important things in life to you at this moment, and doing well in school was too. Getting good grades while also having a hefty social life was something you aspired to master, you truly had it all, the friends, the looks, the grades, nothing was impossible for you.

It was 8:45 am and your first class began at 9:30, you knew you had to rush to get ready so you didn’t even bother putting on makeup or fancy clothes. It may be the first day back at school but you didn’t care so much about your looks right now, you were hungover, exhausted, and just ready to get the day over with. You were pretty enough that you didn’t even need all the extra stuff anyways. Your confidence was all you needed to wear. After washing up and skimming through your closet, you find a simple outfit to wear and put your sneakers on. You grab your bag and your phone to finally head out to the shuttle bus that dropped you off at uni. You check your messages and you see you had over 200 unread messages. Your eyes grew wide at the overwhelming amount of texts you were receiving only to come to realize that it was all from the same group chat you were in, this group chat consisted of Felix, Seungmin, Haechan, Chaeyoung, Sumin, and Jennie; all of your best friends. Scrolling through the myriad of texts from the chat you couldn’t help but laugh quietly to yourself while on the bus, Jennie was describing how she nearly dropped her toothbrush in the toilet while Seungmin and Haechan were teasing Felix for how bad he was at Uno. It was a chaotic but entertaining moment for you to witness. You sent a few texts during the ride but as you got close to your stop you grabbed your things to stand up, you hated the first day of school because classes were so boring. The introductory stuff was always a snooze for you and the fact you felt like a zombie on the inside wasn’t making your situation any better. Nevertheless, you know you have no choice but to push through so you get off the bus and head to the building where your first class was being held in.

You majored in media arts production which was something you’ve always been passionate about, your dreams of becoming a movie script writer or even a director one day was evident ever since you were little. You starred in many plays in high school and participated in theatre even outside of school activities. Your bubbly personality and confidence got you to where you are now and the university you attend is one of the best to go to for your major. The class you had this morning was Intro To Cinematography 101, the classroom was ginormous and had over 400 seats which most, if not all, besides a few random ones were filled. It was exactly 9:30 at this point and the fact you scrambled to make it just in time was a miracle for you. You found the nearest seat that wasn’t taken and you plopped down ready to go back to your dorm and fall asleep. But unfortunately, you couldn’t do that, you cared about your academics way too much. You had 4 more classes to endure today so it was only a matter of time before you’d have to force yourself to wake up and get out of slump mode.

It’s now 3:30 pm, the afternoon came by quickly and it was your last class of the day. You walk through the door only to be invited by a completely empty room. You were highly confused. You knew this was the exact building and room number that the class was being held in and you couldn’t fathom what was going on right now. You quickly took out your phone to check your emails and there was a recent one at 2:45 pm that you hadn’t read, it was from your professor:

‘Hello, class/students! I hope this email finds you well, unfortunately, room 202 will NOT be our classroom anymore for Intro to Fine Arts & Design as there were some technical issues with the projector. We will continue our class for the remainder of the year in room 318 in the building next to the main auditorium. I apologize for this inconvenience and hope to see you all still come on time.

Thank you, Mr.Hwang’

You let out a long sigh as you realize you should’ve checked your emails sooner, you didn’t even think of a possibility that this could’ve happened. The auditorium wasn’t even remotely close to the building you were in now and you had to book it to class or else you’ll leave a bad impression. Timing was something you always made sure to manage and this was not a good look for you at all. You quickly ran to the nearest elevator you could find and did your best to try and make it to the new classroom. You didn’t care that people were looking at you as if you were some maniac, all you needed to do at this moment was get to class. After finally getting to the auditorium you see a door with a large paper sign with bold lettering, ‘Intro to Fine Arts & Design class here’ that must be it. You open the door and scan the room to see a full class and you hear the professor talking. You felt so embarrassed at this moment and it didn’t make you feel any better with all the eyes on you, you usually love all the attention on you but now it just felt grueling. Keeping your head down the entire time, you make your way to the only seat that wasn’t occupied. The professor was babbling on about something but you didn’t even look up nor pay attention to what he had to say, that was until he said your name.

“Y/n? Y/n?” The professor was clearly trying to get you to acknowledge something. You shot your shot head up instantly to start profusely apologizing but that came to a halt once you made eye contact with the male. You thought you were dreaming, the person in front of you was the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen in your entire life. His eyes were staring deep into your soul and it almost gave you a mini heart attack.

“H-hi sorry, yes?” you trip over your words a bit which is something you never do, you always spoke clearly and confidently.

“You came in pretty late, is there a reason why this occurred?” He asked you in a sharp tone, you weren’t expecting to get grilled by your own professor on the first day, let alone a guy you think is really attractive. You shouldn’t even be having these thoughts so you try your best to push them away.

“I didn’t read the email you sent until I got to the wrong classroom, I apologize for my tardiness.” You were actually sincere with your apology, if only you knew to check your email this would've never happened to begin with, you only had yourself to blame. The professor just nods and accepts your answer, “Okay, very well then we will continue everyone!”

You couldn’t help but sigh as you just got outed in front of the whole class but you quickly got over it and began taking your notebook out of your bag. You wanted to go on as if nothing happened and it was working up until he made a reference mid-class about how he doesn’t tolerate tardiness and how it’s important to check everything, especially your emails. You weren’t sure if he was just trying to single you out but when he said that he looked over at you. You wanted to hide and never come back to class again, but that wasn’t an option since you needed to take this course for your semester. All you could think right now was that this class was going to give you hell.

“Alright everyone, I know it’s only the first day but I have an assignment for you all to complete within the next few days” the professor announced, you could hear low murmurs around the room which made you hide your mouth from giggling.

“I know, I know you’re all thinking “this guy is absolutely nuts for making us do homework on the first day” but you are all college students now so this should be expected!”

You wanted to roll your eyes at his little speech but you refrain from doing it, “It’s a simple assignment that will boost your grades immediately, here are three works of art that I would like you to choose from to dissect the meanings of, the minimum is 5-6 paragraphs and I’d like you all to really delve in with these and you can even come up with your own theories. This will be a weekly assignment where you keep everything in a journal, this will be called your creative journal. You can also choose to write about a work of art that you like!”

‘Simple?’ you thought to yourself, there is no way you can come up with a minimum of 5-6 paragraphs on those boring works of art he picked. The choices were terrible and you knew you weren’t going with whatever he chose. You can also tell that he is very passionate about what he does but he talks way too much for your liking. He went on to continue, “If you just do the work you’ll get an easy A within the class, the course grade structure consists of 3 main things: participation, your creative journals, and there will be 2 main projects that will be towards the end of the year, I value quality over quantity so I like this structure the most. I want everyone one of you to do well in this class, I won’t leave anyone behind and I believe in all of you.”

You wanted to scoff at his “inspirational” speech that he has going on right now and it sounds like something out of a drama. ‘He is one dramatic teacher’ you thought to yourself.

Once class was finally over and he dismissed everyone you got up to leave but you heard him call after you, you definitely knew this was going to be about what happened earlier. You turn around to face the gorgeous man, now up close and personal. You don’t know why but you were nervous out of your mind.

“Hey Y/n, I noticed you were talking the least in the class. Is my material not engaging enough for you?” He asked in a serious tone. You really couldn’t believe he was even asking you this, why did it matter how you acted on the first day of class?

“Um, I don’t know what you mean. Sorry if I wasn’t participating” You instantly regretted saying that, you now look even worse of a student than what you already did.

“I just want to make sure all of my students grasp the material correctly, if you’d like me to change something in my teaching style please let me know, I’m always looking for ways to improve,” He tells you, he takes this seriously.

“N-no, you teach fine! I will make sure to come to class on time and participate more from now on I’m sorry for the trouble Mr. Hwang” you said, feeling actual remorse. First impressions were everything to you and this was not the impression you wanted to give to your professor, let alone him of all people.

“There is no trouble, you are still learning and growing. I hope to see you thrive in this class Y/n, have a good day” he says while never breaking eye contact with you. His gaze and perfect facial structure made you feel dizzy on the inside, you wanted to do any and everything to impress this man.

“You too..” was all you were able to muster, you quickly grabbed your things and left feeling like you were just hit by a semi-truck. It should be illegal for someone to be that good looking, you couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful he was. This was going to be a hard semester for you.

“Oh come on Seungmin let me just have some!” Chaeyoung pouted as she was practically begging Seugmin to share some of his pasta with her.

“You could’ve had your own if you weren’t so lazy to get up, you know the lines for the pasta are long!” He exclaimed. There was a pasta restaurant at uni that was very popular, it was one of the most delicious spots to get food from and everything is made from scratch and takes time to make. You only go there if you have time but the lines can get pretty packed so you often pick another alternative to go to.

“You’re the greediest person on earth you know that?” Chaeyoung retorted as she dips her fork in Seungmin’s pasta without him giving permission, he instantly gives her a death glare, just looking at her as she takes a bite of the delicious pasta.

“Oh my god, it’s so fucking good!” she says with her mouth still full, everyone else at the table is just laughing at the banter going on between them. They have the most brother and sister-like relationship it’s endearing to you.

“How’d everyone’s first day of classes go?” Felix lights up trying to change the subject.

“Fine, I guess,” Jennie says while looking at something on her phone.

“Good!” Haechan exclaimed.

“I almost tripped over my own shoelace in front of everyone,” Sumin said.

“That would’ve been hilarious if you did,” Seungmin said as he began laughing,

Sumin frowned telling him fuck off which made you laugh even harder.

“My day was… interesting,” you told your friends.

“Interesting in what way?” Chaeyoung asked.

“Well, I wouldn’t say interesting but it was definitely a roller coaster. My professor gave me hell for not coming to class on time and singled me out in front of everyone over it, I never feel embarrassment but this was definitely one of those moments” you couldn’t help but spill what happened and finally being able to speak about the situation gave you more clarity.

“What the fuck? It’s only the first day, that professor needs to give people a break” Haechan says to you.

“Yeah that’s really weird of them, what class was it?” Chaeyoung asks.

“My fine arts & design class, he seems like a nice guy though and I’m sure he meant to harm by it” you tried defending his actions but saying it out loud just made it sound even worse. You don’t even know why you’re defending him to begin with since he was the one that chose to do that and he could’ve kept it to himself.

“Well the way you described it sounds like he’s a real dickhead” Haechan told you.

“No, it’s not like that! He was just making sure it didn’t happen again is all” you were not helping your case with what you just said.

“Why are you defending him y/n? He’s a piece of shit for doing that, I’d change professors if I were you since he’s already trying to start problems with you” everyone nodded in agreement with what Haechan said.

“Guys it’s fine! I’m sure he didn’t mean it and you know there’s nothing I can’t handle, he seems like he has good intentions” you knew you couldn’t tell them the full truth about why you still wanted to stick with that class.

“If you say so, who’s the professor anyway?” Seugnmin asks, he’s the smartest amongst all of you and has lots of connections with different people, he pretty much knows every person that works here.

“Mr. Hwang”

“Oh my god, him?!” Jennie immediately took her eyes off her phone screen, “I know so much dirt about him I’m surprised he even got hired to work here again”

You were so confused, you have no idea what Jennie is talking about but you know she knows all the gossip around this school and you couldn’t help but be curious.

“Oh yeah, like what?” you weren’t sure if you really wanted to know but it didn’t hurt to hear it, they were just rumors after all.

“I heard that he got a divorce last year and it wasn’t even finalized yet but he hooked up with one of his students,” Jennie said getting closer to everyone to make sure no one else heard what she had to say, “I also heard that he smokes cigarettes around campus when he’s not supposed to and he had DUI”

Well, that definitely wasn’t something you were expecting to hear, he didn’t really seem like the type to do any of that.

“None of that is probably true,” you say to Jennie, “I don’t think the board would ever agree to rehire someone with a reputation like that”

“How do you know that? You don’t even know the guy, plus he’s a prick so why would you not believe it?” Seungmin said.

“I like to give people a fair chance, you shouldn’t judge others on what you heard about them”

“It’s because he’s smoking hot,” Jennie says, “Y/n probably has a crush on him!”

You blushed at Jennie’s statement, there you go again with acting vulnerable, you don’t know why this is happening to you.

“That’s not the reason!” you wanted nothing but to have this conversation end already, you should’ve never brought it up.

Your friends kept teasing you over it for a few minutes and it made you want to get up and leave.

“She’ll probably have a wet dream about him tonight, y/n will be thinking of Mr. Hwang all night” Jennie teased, she was the main one milking this whole situation.

“I would do the same honestly, he’s the most attractive guy I’ve ever seen at this entire school” Chaeyoung shrugged at her confession.

“Okay, guys can we stop talking about my professor now? I do not want anything romantically with him” you deflect as much as you can.

“Who said anything about romance?” Felix says, making the entire table laugh.

He was right but you also don’t want to talk about making moves on your professor that you barely even know. The conversation finally diverted to something else and once it was time to go back to your dorm you waved everyone goodbye and made your way back. You couldn’t stop thinking about the rumors Jennie told you, did he really hook up with one of his students? You’ll never know and that’s what frightened you, you have no clue who he really is. You try to remind yourself that at the end of the day it’s all just rumors and most of the time people make them up to tear others down. You once had an awful rumor about you in high school and it almost ruined your life until you turned it around. You know how it feels to have people spread false things about you and it hurts, you couldn’t help but empathize with him. You wanted to prove yourself to him that you were a good student and if that’s all you need to catch his attention then so be it.

The week went by pretty quickly, your classes were going well and everything seemed to be off to a better start for you. Friday was here and that meant you were going out with your friends later, that was all the motivation you needed to get through the day. As you got ready for class, you wanted to wear something to spice up your style, something that would grab Mr. Hwang’s attention. You know you shouldn’t be dressing up for your professor but you wanted to try it out and see if he’d notice anything. If what Jennie said was true he’d probably gawk over you the moment he sees you. You feel slightly childish for doing something like this but you’re young and dumb so why not?

You were wearing a short skirt and crop top that showed just a teensy amount of cleavage, it was scandalous yet made you feel excited. You were dressed like you were going to a party but the outfit gave you a rush of confidence that you already felt within yourself. You couldn’t stop looking at how good you looked in the mirror and snapped a few quick pics to post on your private story. A few of your friends slid up to question your intentions with your outfit and Jennie was one of them.

‘We’re not going to the bar until later, why you dressed already?’ Jennie sent with a laughing emoji.

‘I just wanted to look good today!’

‘For Mr. Hwang? ;)’

You rolled your eyes at that message.

‘Shut up!’

‘Oh you didn’t deny it, I know I’m always right!’

You left her on seen since you didn’t want to keep talking about it but it’s crazy because she’s totally right. You weren’t going to give her that satisfaction though. All that was on your mind at this moment was to show up to class feeling like a million bucks and you definitely looked the part! You made your way to the bus and sat down to check your emails to make sure you missed nothing, Mr. Hwang would often send emails about certain tweaks he made with assignments or updates on grading. Today was the day you’d be getting your first grades back on the creative journal assignment, you worked really hard on it and you knew he would definitely give you an A for it. This would seal the deal for you and the mix of how good you looked would just set everything off. To say you were thrilled for class was an understatement.

Once you made it to the classroom you saw everyone else take their seats but Mr. Hwang was nowhere to be seen. It was 3:30 sharp and he wasn’t even on time for his own class, talk about not practicing what you preach. It was 3:34 and he finally arrived, he came rushing in and apologized over and over for his inability to be on time.

“Hello everyone, I am so so sorry for being late today and I would like you all to forgive me for not keeping my own word about showing up to class on time,” he says, he’s very serious about it and you can tell he was genuinely sorry. You couldn’t stop looking at him though, the outfit he wore today was absolutely exquisite. He wore the tightest black pants that accentuated his body nicely, especially his behind. You never took a liking to looking at men’s asses but he had a nice one for sure. The way the cuffs of his short-sleeve dress shirt clung to his biceps made you melt from the inside. You could see a small bead of sweat peaking down on the side of his face from trying to get here as quick as possible, you noticed how his breathing was irregular and he was still trying to catch some air. Everything about him was pure perfection. He made you feel so many things just from his presence alone. You quickly snapped out of your daydream once he brought up the homework results.

“Alright let’s get to the real discussion, shall we? I have your creative journals graded and ready to be handed back to all of you. I would just like to say that I’m so proud of you all and you truly showed great effort in these journals, I loved all of the theories you guys had and it was so much fun to read them all!” His smile was so contagious, when he smiled you wanted to do the same.

“I will say everyone's last name from Alphabetical order and I will hand you your journals back, please come up once you hear your name,” He began to go down the list of names until you heard yours. You got up from your seat and walked up to him confidently, you were curious what he’d say to you since you worked on that assignment for a while and you were proud of your work. You come to his desk and he hands back your journal to you barely even looking at you.

“Please see me after class if you need to Y/n, I’m not sure if you really understood the assignment,” Mr. Hwang says to you. You were more than shocked to see on the paper a big fat ‘F’ was written. You were appalled. You wanted to drop to your knees and start crying right then and there. Never in your life have you ever received such a grade and the sight of it felt like a bullet through your heart. You were stunned and didn’t even know what to say. He was looking everywhere but at you and this only made your confidence dwindle even more.

“How could this have happened?” you asked him with a dumbfounded look on your face.

“Like I said Y/n, please talk to me after class you’re disrupting the process right now,” He says dismissing your feelings. You wanted to curse him out so badly, you were livid. You spent so much time and effort on your assignment and you couldn’t believe he gave you this kind of grade, it was unacceptable for you. You could only turn back and sit down, there was no use to argue and make a fool out of yourself in front of the whole class. You were debating on actually taking up his offer by staying after class and talking about it but you were so frustrated at this point you wanted to go home. None of this went according to plan and you weren’t sure if it was because of you or him.

Once class was over and everyone got up to leave, you noticed a few girls stayed and tried talking to Mr. Hwang. They weren’t even talking about class-related material, they were all just there to try and have a conversation with him. You sighed because now you had to wait since you actually had to speak to him about something important, which was your grade. After waiting for what seemed like forever and the girls finally left you were now able to speak with the professor one on one. He looked up at you for the first time today and his whole demeanor changed once he saw you. He didn’t have that welcoming smile that he once had with the other girls and it made you feel some type of way. Why the sudden change in tone?

“Hello Y/n, it’s nice to see you,” he says with an odd smirk on his face, “what can I do for you?”

“I’d like to talk about my grade, why did I receive an F? I worked really hard on that assignment and I’d like you to regrade it,” you didn’t mean for your response to sound so demanding but you were freaking out at this point because you’ve never failed at anything before.

“May I remind you that my assignments have instructions? If one does not read them they will not do well in this class,” he retorts.

“What do you mean by that? I clearly read the instructions and I followed them to a T, this is unfair” you couldn’t believe he was questioning your ability right now.

“I don’t think you did Y/n, because if you did you would’ve noticed that I said you had to pick from one of the three works I chose for you to analyze”

“But didn’t you say that we could choose our own too?!” to say you were puzzled was an understatement.

“Yes, but you needed special permission from me to do that, which you never did”

That’s when everything clicked for you. You couldn't believe you missed that crucial part. You’ve never been so careless before.

“Oh... I totally forgot about that,” you said looking at the ground, now realizing you came on too strongly about your own mistake.

“Look Y/n, I’m sorry but I had to do this, although your assignment was very well written I just couldn’t accept it, it wouldn’t be morally right to do” He explained.

You nod your head as you sigh in defeat, were you really going to let this happen? You couldn’t, you’ve always found a way to turn any situation around and this was no different. You had to do something to help yourself, the only thing you know that will, that being your charisma.

“Listen, Mr. Hwang, I know I may have messed up with not asking for your permission but I would like to ask just this one time for a second try, please, I know I can do better trust me” you gave him a pleading look that you only give when you’re in dire need. You don’t know if it’s going to work but you’re giving the performance of a lifetime right now, all those years of theatre are definitely paying off. “Please, just one more shot is all I need to prove myself”

There was a moment of silence for a bit, he was definitely putting a lot of thought into his response and it pained you to be here with him in this very moment, you wanted nothing but to impress him. You came closer to his desk and rested your arm on it, making the space between the both of you even more nonexistent. You wanted to make him feel something, you weren’t sure what but you needed to change his mind fast. If there was some sort of magical spell that you could cast upon him right now you’d do it in a heartbeat.

“Alright, I’ll give you one more shot at it” he finally gives you an answer. This was exactly what you wanted to hear. “Under one condition” he follows with his statement.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Please join my art and literary club,” he says, “we meet every Wednesday at 7 pm and I think your writing is amazing, you’d be an excellent addition to our team”

You were definitely not expecting him to say that, you were now even more confused than you already were. How could he have given you an F on your first ever assignment while in the same breath praise you and ask you to join his club? It made absolutely no sense. However, if this was the ultimatum he was going to give you in order for a second chance you had to take it. You were willing to do anything for him.

“O-okay, sure,” you said, there you go again with stumbling over your words, this man made you feel like you were on fire.

“Great! thank you so much for doing this, I appreciate it a lot and I’m so excited to see you on Wednesday” He shot you a bold smile, showing his tiny dimple on the side of his face. He was breathtaking, you could get up on the desk and kiss him right now. What are you thinking? He’s your damn professor, get a grip.

“Me too… I guess I’ll see you around,” you say coming to your senses as you pick up your things to go.

“I hope I don’t scare you Y/n, you can always come to me even if it isn’t about the class you can talk to me about anything, I really care about all my students,” He says.

“Thanks. Have a good rest of your day Mr. Hwang”

“Please, you can call me Hyunjin if you’d like!”

“Okay.” You head out the door and couldn’t believe the long conversation you just had with him. ‘He wants me to call him Hyunjin? Isn’t that a bit too informal?’ you thought to yourself, it could be because you’re now joining his club but it just didn’t make sense that he’d want you to be so informal with him since he doesn’t act that way during class. You shrug it off as him just being polite and go on about your day, however, you still couldn’t stop thinking about how good his butt looked in those tight pants.

It’s Wednesday. The days keep rolling by quicker than ever and you were thrilled to be seeing Mr. Hwang, well, Hyunjin outside of class. It may still be school related but just another chance to be around him was all you needed. Ever since you accepted his offer he’s been much nicer to you in class, he often smiles at you when he shares glances with you and it makes you feel all fuzzy inside. He’s a very cut-and-dry kind of professor and does everything strictly by the book, he’s very stern and that’s what attracts you the most about him. He’s very mysterious too and doesn’t talk about his private life much which makes you wonder about his life story. He’s definitely not the kind of guy to tell any and everyone about personal stories of his and you want nothing more than to be let into his world. Your interest in him has only grown stronger and joining this club will only help you in succeeding with your plan. Today you wore a dress that accented your body very well, it was a cute dress that Chaeyoung had bought for you while she was on a trip to Paris. It made you feel beautiful inside and out and you couldn’t be more thankful for the gift she gave you. You were more than sure that this would get Hyunjin’s attention. As you were finished with your classes for the day you went to the main cafeteria to meet up with your friends to eat. The club didn’t start until 7 so you had about 2 and a half hours to kill. You got some chicken stir fry and diet coke and sat with your friends at the booth you always sit at. They were all heavily engrossed in each other's phones and it was fun to look at all of their reactions to whatever was on their screens. You plopped down in the seat and began eating your food, that’s when Sumin decided to finally break the ice and say something.

“So guys are we still on for tonight?” She asks. You have no idea what she’s talking about, furthermore, what does she mean by tonight? You were booked and busy with Hyunjin later so if there was something going on later you would definitely not be able to make it.

“Yeah of course!” Seungmin said.

“You know I’m always down,” Felix said, everyone else just nodded in agreement besides you, you really had no clue what was going on.

“Y/n, you coming?” Sumin asked you. You couldn’t even give a yes or no answer because you don’t even know what plans they made.

“I’m not sure what you mean. Did we make plans today?” you were so lost right now.

“Um… yeah where have you been?” Seungmin said with a confused look on his face.

“Maybe if you read the group chat you’d know,” Jennie said while crossing her arms.

That’s when it dawned on you that you haven’t read the group chat since yesterday morning, you had put it on mute for a bit to stop distracting you from your homework that you forgot to unmute the conversation. You felt so guilty right now.

“Oh guys I’m so sorry, but I won’t be able to make it I have something else to do later,” You tell everyone, you felt bad letting your friends down but you wouldn’t have made it anyway since you already established joining this club last week.

“What’re you doing?!” Chaeyoung asked, you only hang out with them, or even if it’s other friends you’d let them know ahead of time. You never told any of them that you joined this club and you’re now regretting this choice.

“I’m going to a club– I mean I joined a club and it starts at 7,” you tell them giving as little information as possible.

“What? You never told us about you joining a club,” Haechan said surprised by this newfound information.

“Yeah, it kind of was a spur of the moment thing but yeah, I’m part of a club now,”

“Which club is it?” Seungmin asks. You were now backed into another corner.

“The art club!” you know they’re not going to take this for an answer, there were a billion different kinds of art clubs and that wasn’t going to get you out the clear.

“Uh… do you know how many damn art clubs there are here Y/n? I’m gonna need you to be specific,” you could tell Seungmin was growing impatient with your lack of responsiveness.

That’s when you just went out and said it, there’s no use in keeping it from them anymore.

“The art and literary club,” You tell them.

Seungmin raised his eyebrow, “Isn’t that the club Mr. Hwang is the founder of?”

“Yeah” was all you said in return.

“You just can’t get enough of him can you?” Chaeyoung says with a cringey wink.

“It’s not even like that guys! He asked me to join since he really liked my writing and he even lets me call him by his first name,”

“Well, he seems to be really comfortable with you,” Felix says in a joking manner.

“He probably asked you to join just so he can see you more often,” Jennie says giggling.

“Guys, I’m telling you it’s not like that at all. Plus, I don’t think he’d jeopardize his career just to do something so foolish,” you couldn’t stop deflecting, you wanted to believe he has good intentions behind all of this but in the back of your mind you want this to happen, you want to get closer to Hyunjin.

“Whatever you say Y/n, but you can’t deny that you’re gorgeous and he probably wants you to join his club but also be around you simultaneously, it’s a brilliant plan from his perspective” Seungmin explains.

You know he’s probably right and that thought terrifies you. What will happen when you see Hyunjin later? Your excitement continues to build up as you think about it more. You want to keep a lasting impression on him and this was the perfect opportunity for you.

After chatting it up with your friends you finally made your way over to the building the club was being held at. You got to the room and walked in to see only a few people there. You don’t know how many people you expected to be here but you definitely thought there’d be way more. Hyunjin was seated in one of the chairs talking to one of his students but once he saw you walk in he looked straight up at you, causing you to both make sudden eye contact. He was the first to instantly look away and it made you feel even more confident. You took a seat in the front row near him, you were excited to see what this club entailed.

“Hey everyone! Welcome to our second day of the art and literary club, before we begin I'd like to go ahead and introduce everyone to our newest member of the team, Y/n!” He introduced you to the class and everyone smiled giving you their welcomes and nice to meet you’s. Everyone seemed nice and it made you feel even more comfortable while being here. You know you were only here for the sake of Hyunjin but if you were able to make new friends from this club that would be a major plus too.

“It’s nice to meet everyone, I’m glad to be here,” You tell everyone while also giving a cute smile to Hyunjin.

“Okay so I have a lot prepared for us today, I wanna start today’s session by doing a 5-minute sketch, it can be of anything, and just draw it for 5 minutes. It really gets your mind working and it’s a great exercise to begin with!” Hyunjin announced, he’s always so enthusiastic about his work. You do as you’re told and grab your sketchbook that you picked up from the campus store a few days ago and begin thinking about what you wanted to sketch. You decided on an ice cream cone and you wanted to add as much detail as possible. Your artwork wasn’t on Michaelangelo level but your skills weren’t pretty bad either. You began sketching the shape of the cone and how you wanted the rest of it to look, you had only 3 minutes left at this point so you had to hurry up. Once the 5 minutes were over you put your pencil down and waited for Hyunjin to say something.

“Alright, times up guys! I wanna see all of your drawings, I can’t wait to see what you all came up with,” he says in a cheerful tone.

“Is that a T-rex?” He asked the person next to you, the person nodded and he commented on the realism of the art style. He looked at some more sketches and shared his thoughts and once he reached yours he picked up your book to analyze the sketch you made. He looked at it for a while and finally gave his opinion on it, “Nicely done Y/n, is ice cream your favorite dessert?” He asks.

“Yeah, one of them!”

“Hmm... I see, and you’re also a fan of sprinkles I see,” He says commenting on the excessive amount of sprinkles you drew on.

“Yeah, that too,” you say chuckling while looking up at him. You licked your lips while he was still looking at you and you can tell that just sparked something in him as he quickly put the sketchbook down and went on to continue as if nothing ever happened.

The rest of the day went on and you were enjoying every minute of being here. You were practicing with watercolor and it was something you haven’t done since middle school. You wanted to make an ocean painting but the shades of blues you wanted just weren’t turning out the way you wanted them. You grew frustrated with the outcome of everything and you sighed as you went to go grab a new palette to try again.

“What’s the matter Y/n? Why aren’t you using the palette you already have?” Hyunjin asked walking towards you.

“I don’t like how the colors turned out, I wanted something else,” You told him.

“Why didn’t you just ask me? Come here let me help you out,” He brings you back on over to your seat with the empty canvas and palette full of blue paints.

“If you wanted a darker or lighter contrast it’s an easy fix, all you have to do is add the right amount of black or white, make sure you don’t overdo it though” He explains more about how to mix the colors properly but all you could look at right now were how beautiful his thighs looked. He was wearing a different pair of tight pants today, they were plaid and you loved the way they clung to his body. He could wear anything and it would look good on him honestly. You were barely paying attention to what he was saying and it became evident once he asked you a question.

“I’m sorry what did you say again?” You said, lost in your train of thought. Hyunjin’s thighs are going to be the death of you.

“I said how about you try the painting now since the colors are mixed properly,”

“Oh yeah, sure!” you sit back down and as Hyunjin walks past you a whiff of his scent struck you like lightning. He smelled like expensive cologne, he probably has very specific and tasteful choices for the type of cologne he wears. You want to know any and everything about him. As time passes by it was dwindling down towards the end and you can see everyone beginning to pack up. You stop what you’re doing and look at all the progress you made. The painting came out 100 times better than you envisioned it would be and it was all thanks to Hyunjin for saving your terrible attempt at mixing colors. He made sure to check in with you every so often and at one point he put his hand on your shoulder to express how good of a job you were doing so far. It sent tingles down your spine and you don’t even know how you survived that. He made you feel so many things just from a simple touch and that’s why you needed to have him. You know it’s wrong of you to think your professor is hot and you know it’s not okay to have a crush on him yet you don’t care. You are being selfish right now and if flirting with your professor a little bit can satisfy your craving then that’s all you need. You watched as everyone was heading out to leave while a couple of others stuck around to have a chat with Mr. Hwang. He always spoke very well-mannered and never used slang around any of his students, he spoke professionally and had a dry sense of humor most of the time. ‘There’s no way this could be the same guy that has all these rumors about him floating around’ you think to yourself. You decide to leave while other people were still talking with him when all of a sudden you heard your name being called.

“Y/n, do you mind just staying here for a bit? I want to have a word with you,” Hyunjin says, accidentally interrupting the students that were talking to him. You were a little surprised he said this but not that much since he’s already done this before. You wondered what it could be this time though.

“Yeah sure, no problem” you answer.

As everyone begins leaving you are now left alone with Hyunjin yet again. He’s standing in front of the whiteboard and you walk up towards him.

“So… what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” You ask. Hopefully, it won’t be about your second attempt at the assignment, you’ve been dreading receiving your new grade and if it’s not what you were achieving for you you don’t want to hear it.

“Ah yes, I wanted to ask if you’ve ever painted before? Your attention to detail is phenomenal and I’m already captivated by your work,” he says. You smiled instantly at his praise, there’s just something about it that gets you going.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hwang, quite frankly I haven’t done watercolor painting since middle school, but it was so fun to try this again!” you tell him.

“Wow really? You could’ve fooled me, you’re probably one of the best ones in the bunch already, I’m serious Y/n, you are talented”

You were over the moon right now. It felt so good at this moment and nothing could stop you from feeling on top of the world. You wanted Hyunjin’s approval and you finally got it.

“Also please Y/n, stop with all the formality you can call me Hyunjin!”

You realized you accidentally called him Mr. Hwang again and it made your cheeks turn red.

“Sorry about that,” you said.

“It's alright, just don’t let it happen again okay?” he says, you don’t understand how anything he says just sounds extremely hot. You want nothing more than to have him let you in.

“Well, I should get going,” you say, “I have so much to do”

“Oh like what?” Hyunjin asks out of curiosity, you’ve never had him ask a question about your personal life.

“I just have some homework to do, my friends made plans to do something today but I told them I had other obligations instead,”

“Oh wow, you sacrificed a night with your friends to come join my club? I feel highly honored,” he says putting a hand over his heart.

“No, it’s just I committed to doing this way before they even created those plans so it was only right of me to choose coming here,”

“I like that about you Y/n, you stick to what you believe in and what you feel is right, you have a golden personality,” Hyunjin says, “you carry yourself very well.”

“And so do you,” You tell him. You could feel yourself become even more timid now, no one could ever make you feel so small yet high and mighty at the same time. You lived for Hyunjin’s compliments and you craved for more of them.

“Y/n be honest, have you heard anything about me?” He asks out of the blue. You don’t know why he brought this up or how he’d even know you knew anything of him to begin with.

“I’m not sure what you mean?” You tilt your head in confusion, not sure where he’s trying to get at with that question.

“Don’t be silly Y/n, I know that word gets around here a lot and I just want to know if you feel some strange way about me,” He looks at you with those endearing eyes, and you couldn’t help but fold at his demeanor.

“I haven’t heard much but they are just rumors, right? Why believe them?” You didn’t believe them, you knew he wasn’t the type of person to do any of those things and if he did any of them it was probably exaggerated for shock value.

“I want you to know that anything you hear about me is false. I’ve never told anyone this but I had a bizarre student that grew obsessed with me, they’d stalk me around campus and even got my phone number, they’d send me inappropriate photos, and found my home address. It got so bad to the point where they said if I don’t sleep with them they’d try and blackmail me to ruin my career forever.”

You couldn’t believe what he just told you. It sounded like something out of a Lifetime movie, you were disgusted by whoever did that to him.

“I’m so sorry about what happened to you, people like that are the reason what’s wrong with this world,” you said to him. You felt genuine remorse for him and you didn’t even do anything, you didn’t realize how bad things could’ve turned out for him.

“The person spread malicious rumors about me after I reported them to the board, they told so many people that I was divorced, I’m an alcoholic, how I even hooked up with some of my students. None of it is true Y/n, I hope whatever you heard doesn’t taint your image of me,” you can tell he’s speaking from the bottom of his heart, you know he’s being truthful.

“I promise you I don’t believe any of it Hyunjin, I trust you,” you say, reinforcing the deep eye contact you’re sharing with him right now. The conversation became even deeper and you weren’t expecting Hyunjin to open up with you like this so suddenly. Everything is going in motion for you and you don’t know if you’re dreaming or if this was actually real life.

“Sorry I just dumped all of that onto you, I just wanted to make sure the air was clear between the both of us, I know we may have gone off on a rough start but I really like you Y/n,” Hyunjin comes a bit closer to you now, “I hope I didn’t scare you off with what I just said”

You don’t know how to feel, your crazy hot professor that you’ve been fantasizing about since school began is now telling you that he likes you. Is this some kind of sick joke? No way this could be, you have to take this as your chance to get what you truly wanted.

You got even closer to him, the distance between you so close that the smell of his cologne was becoming intoxicating. You knew you had to do something right now or else the tension will just rise even further.

“You will never scare me off and you can always come to me if you ever need anything,” using the same line that Hyunjin used on you made you feel even more in control of the situation. You knew there was no turning back once you said those words, and you were right.

“I know I shouldn’t be asking this but can I kiss you Y/n?” Hyunjin asks politely, he knows you feel the same exact way that he does and there’s no use in hiding it any longer. You both need to have each other.

“Of course you can,” you say and after those string of words left your lips he quickly placed his on yours. He grabbed your face with both of his hands and kissed you hard, your lips crashed together perfectly and your plan couldn’t have been executed any better. His plush lips felt like a cloud and you felt so much warmth and comfort from them. His forehead brushed against yours as he deepened the kiss, making you put your hand on his neck to bring the two of you closer by any small amount. Trying not to break the kiss he brought you over to the desk and sat you on top of it, the kiss grew heavier at this point and he gently bit your bottom lip to gain access inside your mouth. Once you gasped from the slight pressure he gave you, he let his tongue slide inside. Both of your tongues becoming intertwined and in sync with one another and it felt like fireworks rushing throughout your entire body. You grew hot as you tried keeping up with Hyunjin’s pace, he wasn’t letting you go any time soon. He trailed his free hand up your thigh and began rubbing small circles on them, his touch was so warm and gentle yet the kiss was rough and passionate. The contrast made you feel shamelessly aroused. This was the moment you’ve dreamed of. His firm embrace made you feel safe and his lips made you feel drunk. He was such a good kisser, no wonder he had girls going crazy spreading false rumors about him. You’re already hooked on him that you want to gatekeep him from anyone else. As the two of you kept on making out for what seemed like an eternity, you were the one that finally pulled away. The both of you panting and trying your best to catch your breathes. You look up at him as small pearls of sweat were dripping from his forehead, he gave his all with you. You traced a few lines around his bicep while staring at his gorgeous face, you still couldn’t fathom how fine the tall man was.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this… you should go Y/n,” Hyunjin says to you with a disappointed look on his face, “I could get in so much trouble right now, I’m sorry for doing this”

You shook your head at his thoughts, “How would we get in trouble? No one has to know about any of this, I’ll keep our little secret safe,” you grab his shirt collar to pull him closer for another kiss, he hesitates but eventually kisses you back. He puts even more passion into this one and you felt weightless in his touch. You felt numb, all you felt was Hyunjin’s pretty lips, he felt so good against you. He tasted so sweet and held you so tight, you didn’t know what you expected when kissing him but this was much better than what you could’ve ever imagined. Once you both pull away again your breathing became so irregular. You could tell that your hair was a bit messed up and the lip gloss you were wearing has now been completely transferred onto his lips. His lips were red and puffy from all the pressure and it just made him look even more attractive than he already is. Hyunjin ran his thumb over your lips while licking his, he wanted to taste every last drop of you.

“You are so special to me Y/n,” Hyunjin says in a husky tone while still trying to catch his breath.

“I’m glad you see me that way,” You say as you smile.

“I want to see you tomorrow, outside of school, is that okay?” He asks.

“Yes, I’d love that,” You couldn’t be more than happy to see him outside of class, you want to know more about Hyunjin, who he is as a person, the not so picture perfect cookie cutter version that he portrays to everyone else.

“Would you like to meet me for coffee around 6? It’s on me by the way, I’d never make you pay for anything,” He says resting his palm on your thigh once again. His hands felt so good against your skin, you couldn’t get enough of his physical touch.

“Of course, I’ll be there Mr. Hwang” you assure him.

“How many times do I have to tell you again… call me Hyunjin,” this time he sounded more serious than the last time.

“Oh yes– sorry Hyunjin,”

“If you do that again I’ll make sure you never get through this class with flying colors,” he squeezes your thigh, causing you to whimper a little bit.

“Give me your phone, let me give you my cell number” he continues on as if he didn’t just threaten your whole life. You do as you’re told and hand him your phone with the contact template for him to fill out. He types everything he needed and hands it back to you, you look at the contact name, ‘Hyunjin<3’ simple yet adorably effective. You do the same on his phone and you get ready to leave to head back to your dorm yet he stops you once again.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

“Back to my dorm?” you say, unsure of what else he has to say to you now after everything that happened.

“At this time of night? I don’t think so, let me drive you back home” Hyunjin insists. You agree to his offer and he takes you back to your dorm safely.

You weren’t getting any sleep tonight. Your head was only full of thoughts of Hyunjin, his addictive aura, his lips, his everything. You loved every bit of him already. You think to yourself if you should even be feeling this way yet you know now that the feeling is mutual so it’s not a one-sided crush anymore. You know it's wrong to be doing this and even he acknowledged that fact but even though it’s wrong, it feels very right. You want him and he wants you so bad about that? Yeah he may be your college professor but you’re both grown adults, you’re allowed to make decisions for yourself and so can he.

You’re not sure how this might end up but you want to enjoy this as much as you can and your coffee date with Hyunjin tomorrow has you more excited than ever. You know you won’t be able to tell anyone about this, even your friends, you have to keep your word with Hyunjin and you promised to keep it a secret between the both of you. This will definitely be a hard task for you but you’re up for the challenge, you were willing to make sacrifices to get any ounce of his attention, and now that you fully have it, you weren’t going to do anything to take that away from you.

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I want the world to know I’m yours

actor! Harry Potter x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Y/n is a fashion student getting ready for her first debut and her boyfriend is Harry Potter, one of the biggest actors in the world, their relationship is a secret so she can make it on her own but with Harrys fans speculating how long will that last?

Warnings: swearing, mentions of eating, food, sex and nudity (nothing explicit), mentions of feeling sick but it’s just nerves

A/n: 4.5k words, Celebrity and Modern au, first time writing Harry romantically and the artwork is actually a very quick redraw of one of my real designs from my last year of high school, I also want to say i’m sorry for the delay in requests i think i am quickly becoming unable to write anything under 3k, thanks for the request hope you enjoy!

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“Y/n?” Harry pops his head into your little studio, receiving no response as you’re too busy fiddling with something on your desk, head bobbing to the music from your headphones

He leans on the doorway for a few minutes, the light from the window coming in and hitting you perfectly. He loved days like this, where he could just take a minute and admire you, he wished he could show you off to the world, proclaim his love for you publicly but he could make do with these moments for now. You looked in complete concentration, a small smile on your face as you worked, so passionate, it was one of the many reasons he fell for you.

He then moved through into the kitchen checking the time, he had about half an hour before his interview with…he probably should have known who with but that was a problem for the Harry 30 minutes from now. In the meantime, he decided to make you a little snack, as he waited on the kettle boiling he picked up his phone, taking a deep breath as he saw his Instagram account, all the comments speculating on a viral photo taken during his previous interview.

You had nipped in the shower while he was live and what he hadn’t realised at the time was the mirror in the background caught you wrapped in your silky dressing gown and fluffy socks, well they only caught your sock clad feet, but it was enough to send the internet into a tizzy. Speculations of who it was, it was funny how they had nothing more than a fluffy sock and your reddish gown to go on, no other features but clothing yet they still had their theories.

Harry was used to it now, he’d been shipped with every co-star he’d worked with, Hermione, who was his friend nothing more especially since she was dating musician and his best friend Ron Weasley. There was Cho Chang who he will admit he had a crush on but nothing happened, she ended up with Cedric Diggory who he was also shipped with at one point. The most popular one and current lead runner was Ginny, suggesting that the couple had finally gotten back together. He knew that one hurt your feelings, he knew you didn’t want the relationship to be a secret either but you wanted to achieve your dream first, on your own and not because of who you were dating, Harry respected that

He placed down his phone at the table next to his laptop and light set up in prep for his interview before pouring the hot drinks. Picking up the snack bowl and mug he made his way back to your studio, where you were no longer listening to music and mindlessly scrolling on your phone

“Hi” he greets with a smile causing you to place your phone down and smile brightly at him giving him your full attention

Your mouth drops open a little as you see the food and drink in his hand “That for me?” you double check

Harry nods placing it down on the free area of desk as well as giving you a sweet kiss to your temple “Of course love, your favourite mug and everything” he moves behind your seat, leaning his head on your shoulder as his arms wrap around your front “I can’t be arsed with this interview” he huffs, nuzzling his nose into your neck

You giggle, hands moving to grasp his arms and your head tliting to the side in order give him a kiss which ends up on his eyebrow “oops” you bite your lip as he pulls back to look at you

He just smiles “I need to go soon but what you fancy doing tonight?”

You squeeze his arm “We could order food, maybe watch a movie? Oh” you turn in your chair “If I teach you how to make the flowers could you help?” you ask hopefully, you had 100’s to make before the show in a couple months time

He nods matching your energy “Yeah of course” he picks up one you had already made “These are beautiful…” he puts it down gently tilting your head up as he captures your lips “…just like you” he mumbles into them

Even after almost a year together, a little predicable and considerably cheesy line still made your heart warm “Ditto” you boop his nose moving in for another kiss but you see the time “Your call” you nod to the clock

Harry looks over sighing “I’ll see you in a little bit love” he says giving you one last kiss before heading out

You dipped your hand into the bowl, patting around in hope for one last bit but to no avail, you even peered in just in case something magically appeared. Sitting back in your chair you looked over your work, flicking through your designs, you needed a show piece, you had already started making the origami flowers you just needed a design. You checked the clock biting your lip, Harry should be finishing up soon and he could probably help you pick

You stretched as you stood up, letting out a little whine as you did before heading into the bedroom. You kicked off your slippers and proceeded to get changed into something comfy, picking up some of Harrys checked pyjama bottoms and one of his shirts. You then grabbed some fluffy socks, tucking the extra material of the bottoms into them, your eyes drifting to one of the few photos you and harry had displayed.

You and he had met by chance when you were rushing down the street on your way to a meeting, clashing into him. You were in such a rush you didn’t even notice who he was, just spouting a bunch of apologies, picking up your stuff and running off. You didn’t know at the time but you had captured his attention, your flustered state was adorable to him, even more so as he just so happened to be across the street at a café when you came out of your interview. Watching as you squealed in celebration not caring about the people looking at you funny, even waving awkwardly at a man saying hi as he passed before you jumped up and down excitedly again.

A few weeks later he saw you again sitting on a log as you sketched the flowers in front of you, deciding to shoot his shot and talk to you. You seemed a little weirded out by the handsome stranger approaching you but quickly relaxed into conversation, it wasn’t until the end you asked if you knew him because you found him terribly familiar. It was almost like the fates heard you as someone asked for his autograph and it all clicked, your reaction was something Harry would never forget. Once the person had left he signed one of the scraps of paper you were using to test water colours, but instead of his signature he wrote his phone number and the rest became history.

You went on simple dates, but he always got approached so you invited him to your apartment instead, or you went to his, eventually moving in together just a few weeks ago. Moving in helped, Harrys closet friends knew about you and his parents and uncles were aware of your existence even if they’d never met you but to the rest of the world Harry was a single guy. The press did get to you a little, it was so bad on one occasion you almost wanted to just reveal everything but Harry helped calm you down, reminding you of why it was a secret in the first place and you loved him even more after, he was so supportive.

Your eyes tore away from the photo and you looked around the room with your hands on your hips feeling a little bored so you snuck down the hall to see if harry was finished, catching the end of his call

“Well that’s almost time up but our team and the fans need to know, who is the mysterious person from your hotel room?” one of the interviews ask, you pop your head out to look at the computer making sure you weren’t in sight seeing the same fluffy socks you were wearing on the screen

You couldn’t help but giggle quietly, Harrys eyes flicking to you momentary trying his best not to smile at how cute you looked in his clothes “I have no idea who that was” he says coyly while his hand gestures under the table for you move into the adjoined living room if you wanted

You shuffle through the fluffy socks muffling your footsteps as the interview speculates “Rumours say you and your ex co-star Ginny Weasley are back together? Any truth to these rumours?” they prod

Harry shakes his head “No there is no truth to these, me and Gin ended on good terms but we have no intention of starting things up again” he answers honestly, eyes flicking to you smiling at him his lips can’t help but tug up

“Is there someone in the room with you?” Another voice asks snapping his eyes back to the screen

Harry chuckles “No it’s just my parents dog trying to catch its tail on my couch” he lies smirking “If that’s everything I really need to get going, thank you hosting me on your show” he smiles saying his goodbyes before ending the call and shutting the laptop

You lie back on the couch dangling your feet in the air “These little babies are famous, not bad for ASDA’s finest eh?” you giggle

Harrys stand up a fond look on his face as he walks over lifting your feet up a little more before letting them fall over his lap as he sits down “That they are” he rubs your leg “Your fashion sense is very one point” he nods to his clothes

You sit up scooting down closer so you could wrap your arms around him “It would be crime if me the world’s greatest future designer had a boyfriend with bad taste” you kiss his cheek

He hums moving your legs back towards you and gently manoeuvring you to straddle his lap before nudging his nose with yours “Now as much as I love you in this” he grips your hips “I believe I need to inspect what’s underneath”

You gasp at his directness “Mr Potter are you trying to seduce me?” your tone overdramatic

“Is it working?” he leans in lips brushing

“Maybe just a bit”

Harry tightens his grip around you as he started to wake up, distantly hearing a knock but assuming it was probably just a package and they’ll leave it at the door. That is until he hears it again, opening his eyes groggily as he checks the time on his phone and panicking as he sees the notifications form his manager, that wasn’t a delivery man that was a magazine here to tour his new place and ask him questions.

“Y/n love” he shakes you awake

You groan “Five more minutes” your grip tightens around his bare torso

Harrys heart warms at your actions hating he has to wake you “I’m so sorry love but I need to you wake up, people are here to interview me” you tense head shooting up

“They-” you hear another knock “They’re here?” you sit up not even thinking that you were nude until Harry’s starts smiling eyes drifting around 8 inches south of your face “Take a picture it’ll last longer” you start giggling but that just makes him smile more before his eyes flick back up

“I will later if you want” he suggests before there’s yet another knock “I cleaned the house last night, I just forgot about it because well…” he smiles at the memory as do you

You both get up slipping into clothes quickly “Where am I going to go?” you ask worried

He thinks for a moment as he pulls on a jumper “The studio, I moved all your stuff in there while you were in class yesterday so I’ll just say it’s a utility closet if they ask” he sees your saddened look “I’m so-” another knock “I’m so sorry love” he gives you a kiss to the forehead arms running up and down your arms

“It’s okay” you give him a smile before moving in to kiss him “It’s not forever”

The interview was going well so far, that was until he got to the bedroom “Forgive my messy bed I slept in” he says walking in, freezing as he sees your panties out in the open quickly moving to cover it up but the camera caught it even if the interviewer didn’t

“Very nice” the man nods “So what would you…” the man trails off seeing something poking out under a book on his nightstand “What is this?” he inquires pulling the piece of paper out holding it up to camera “New hobby Mr Potter?”

Harry smiles nervously, it was your sketch, your show runner sketch and it was about to go viral “Yes it’s actually one of the concepts designs for my mother’s red-carpet dress” he thinks on his feet but really that was a terrible lie

Meanwhile you watch the live interview from your studio in the next room, in a complete panic. Not only were people in the comments talking about your lacy red panties but they were also saying that Harry must be dating a designer. You were thankful you were secretive over your designs now but it also meant that when your show piece was unveiled at your show so would your relationship

A short while later Harry came in to see you almost in tears “Love” he sighs walking right up and kneeling in front of you “I’m sorry it…” you cut him off by launching yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly

“I know I just want you to hold me” you mumble into his neck, feeling him nod before his arms wrapping around you protectively hand on the back of your head

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that but when you pulled back harry wiped the tears “How about we take a couple days away from all this and think about it after?” he proposes

“I’d like that” you say quietly

Harry smiles kissing the corner of your lips “There is one other thing” you look at him expectantly “How would you like to finally meet my family?”

You sat on the counter by the window watching Harry cook, legs dangling “Don’t you want to cook that a little longer is basically raw?” you stare at the blue steak

Harry chuckles “My uncle likes his rare, don’t worry it’s perfectly safe” he reassures you as he moves to check the veggies in the oven “How longs the timer got?” he looks over at you

As you check your phone Harry realises at this angle he can see right up your dress “8 minutes 30…29 seconds” you turn back to catch him closing your legs and snapping him out of it

“Sorry love” his cheeks heat up as there’s a knock at the door “That’ll be them” he smiles quickly moving the pan off the stove and turning down the heat before moving over to you, hands on your knees “They’re gonna love you”

You nod still a little nervous “Help me down?” he nods lifting you off the counter and settling you down “Cheeky” you nudge him as he cops a feel

“Can’t help it when you wear that” he defends himself as he heads over to the door, you follow but stop a few paces before it, quickly brushing down the skirt of your dress and running your fingers through your hair

Harry barley gets the door open as his mother wraps her arms around him while you spot his father beaming at the reunion and his uncles smiling brightly behind him. You were nervous, sure Harry was a celebrity but his father and uncles were the Marauders, only the biggest rock band back in the day and still were beloved.

“Aww I’ve missed you so much” Lily says as she pulls back, finally spotting you while James, Sirius and Remus all greet Harry “Hello you must be y/n?” you nod timidly “It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much” she walks right over giving you a huge hug, one you’re more than happy to accept

Lily was so happy when she found out her son was dating you, not that his previous girlfriends weren’t lovely they were but much like you she started seeing James in secret, that was until he wrote a song about her and which she ran on stage kissing him in front of everyone. Before that moment she suffered like you since Remus and Sirius were openly dating all eyes were on James and the speculating killed her.

“Mum you’re going to crush her” Harry gently pulls his mother back letting you be greeted by the three men

James smiles at you “Hey Y/n, good to meet you” he gives you a gentle hug

“I love my godson but how he bagged a girl like you I’ll never know, Sirius Black darling” he holds out his hand which you accept bashfully

Finally, you turn to Remus “Nice to meet you, I’m Remus” he just smiles at you clearly not wanting to invade your space which was sweet

Sirius rubs his hands together “So what’s for dinner it smells great” he shrugs off his jacket, draping it over the couch as he heads into the kitchen while Remus gives you a smile before lifting the jacket and hanging it up on your coat rack, along with his own and Lily’s when James hands it to him

“Come one sweetie” Lily holds out her hand for you to take, when you do she leads you over to the table

After some more introductions and Sirius almost burning down your flat after insisting he could do this cool thing with wine, everyone in seated in a comfortable silence, digging in to the food, the silence only broken as Sirius speaks up

“So y/n, Harry tells us you’re a student?”

You nod “I’m a fashion student, final year” you take a bite of your food “I’m actually one of the two students to be selected to showcase at the show in a few weeks’ time”

“The spring show downtown?” Remus asks, an impressed smile emerging across his face as you nod shyly “Wow our friend Dorca is one of the designers”

You mouth drops “You know Dorca Meadows!” you say excitedly earning a sweet smile from the older adults in the room while Harry can’t help but think about how cute you are, his look of admiration not lost on his mother and father who turn to smile at each other

“Yeah she went to school with us” Sirius says not caring that he has a mouth full of food, swallowing before he continues “And we’ve collaborated with her wife Marlene a few times” he name drops

“Wow!” you looked astonished “I love her work and I remember sneaking out when I was 16 to see one of Marlene’s concerts too” you confess

Sirius’ smirk widens “I approve” he glances at Harry then back to you

“So, I’m assuming that was your design that went viral then?” Lily smiles at you sadly

You bite your lip “Yeah, I’ve changed the design a little bit, I’m happier with the new one though” you reassure, Lily’s hand reaching out to grasp over yours giving it a comforting squeeze

You see Remus shaking his head at his husband before Sirius speaks up again “So if that design was yours then the red panties must have been Harrys huh?” he wiggles his eyebrows at your boyfriend

You let out a little laugh as Harrys face goes red “I…umm” he chuckles nervously luckily his father has a better come back

“Says you with the pretty pink thong you had to wear for a year because you lost a bet” James reminds him, you all start giggling

Sirius just shakes his head “Don’t know what you’re laughing about darling you happened to like those very much” Sirius eyes Remus who stops laughing going a tad red himself

“S-so what day is your show we all have tickets, if you don’t mind of course” Remus stutters a little at the start before composing himself

“I’m the first show after lunch on the second day” you reply with a proud smile

Remus nods “Can we get a sneak peek, or is it top secret?” he asks, the rest nodding

“Well I can’t show you the dress since it’s not finished but…” you stand up quickly grabbing your sketch book and flicking to the page “This is one of the designs” you place the book on the table

Artwork Done by me Robynlilyback x

It was now the day of the show and you had never been more nervous in your entire life, even more so as you made the mistake of looking out behind one of the curtains and saw the swarm of people, jeez even the Malfoys were here.

You were beginning to hyperventilate when your felt someone touch your shoulder, turning around your greeted with Lily beaming at you “Hi sweetie” she pulls you in for a quick hug “Harry and the others are just getting seated, he wanted me to wish you good luck since the press won’t leave him be” she takes your hands in hers

You nod, Harry had attended every show with his family and with the design everyone assumed one of the designers must be his new girl “That’s okay can you tell him thanks for me”

“Of course” she looks over hearing the music starting signalling it was almost time but she sees your nervous look “You alright?”

You hesitate “Just nervous, I wish Harry was here…I wish he could hug me while I watch my fate be decided” you let out a shaky breath your stomach turning

Lily squeezes your hands “You know if you say the word he’ll come right?” you nod slowly “I can’t tell you what to do and you have no idea how much respect me and Jamie have for you wanting to do this by yourself” you smile at that “I also know from experience how keeping this kind of a relationship secret is hard, especially with the it being ten times worse now than it was for me with social media. Don’t let them and their opinions steal your happiness, Harry loves you, loves you more than I’ve ever seen in him and just like James he isn’t going to let anyone take you away” she gives you one last hug before you need to head to get the models in order

“Thanks Mrs…” you start but she corrects you

“Lily please” she insists

“Thanks Lily”

The show was going great, looking over the crowd and the live broadcast everyone was going wild over your designs. Finally, it was time for your showstopper, the gasp from the crowd was a good sign right? Yes, judging from the hearts and flowers on the live stream it was a very good sign and your heart fluttered as you received a text

Harry 💕: Holy shit love!

Harry 💕: The crowd loves it! Oh, and my uncle Sirius wants the skirt from the 4th model

You: Thank god

You: Yes, tell him to send me his measurements and I’ll make him one myself x

Harry 💕: Great, he says your his favourite now. I’ve been bumped x

You: Can’t blame him I am amazing as his sense of style x

Harry 💕: He says thanks and Remus is telling you to stop before his head gets too big for the ridiculous hat he’s wearing

Harry 💕: Y/n honest opinion can I pull of the hat? – Sirius x

Harry 💕: -Photo attached-

You: Yes, but only if you if you take your hair out of the bun x

Harry 💕: Thanks pup – Sirius x

Harry 💕: Me again x

You: I’m about to go on stage but afterwards you think you could meet me?

Harry 💕: Good luck love x yeah of course I’ll watch you look gorgeous on the runway then I’ll head round

Harry 💕: Love you x

You: Love you too x

You couldn’t stop smiling as you got changed into your gown, everything went perfect, the show was a success and the offers were pouring in.

You couldn’t quite reach the zip of the back of your dress but luckily Harry snuck into the dressing room “Hi love sorry had to dodge some paparazzi, funnily enough I believe they are all waiting for the newest designer on the block” he beams at you walking right up to give you a kiss, you melt into it, so much your dress slips a little “I don’t think we have time for that” he says helping you lift it back up while you giggle playfully nudging him

“Can you zip me up?” you turn around clutching the fabric at the front

Harry obliges his fingers softly tracing up your back as he zips it up, placing a kiss just behind your ear when he finishes “You look so beautiful” he shakes his head in disbelief “You know my godfathers right I can’t believe I get to call you mine”

You bite your lip holding in your smile, you loved hearing him say that, and you loved that you could call him yours as well “Harry” your hands move up to fix his tie “How would you feel walking down the carpet with me?”

His eyes shoot to your sparkling ones “You…” he breaks out in a smile “Are you sure?” you can just tell he’s been waiting for this moment

You give him a confident nod “I want the world to know I’m yours” you reach out and take his hand

He pulls you by that hand letting it go as he slithers his hands down your waist settling on your hips “And I’m yours” he leans in to give you a quick kiss as not to smudge your lipstick “Ready?” he pulls away holding out his arm

“Almost” you lift you hand up, gently wiping the little bit of lipstick from his lips and rubbing it in, the colour only enhancing his beauty “Ready” you accept his arm letting him lead you out to make your debut

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kaedeakeshisworld · 2 years

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Prologue

Duo: Sugar daddy Leonard Burns, Black fem y/n- so black features, setting is a modern au

Relationship status: Sugar daddy/sugar baby (does it evolve into something else, idk we finna see that) both are possessive towards each other

Content warning: A lil' sprinkle of plot, no joking from the beginning this is too smutty panty sniffing( for some reason he really nasty- kept it as a gift), daddy kink, age gap (y/n is in her mid -twenties and Leo is his early fifties), dry humping, cunnilingus, clitoris bumping nose of the person giving oral(f! receiving-idk what to call it really), fingering, squirting, licking arousal from fingers...

pet name use such as dove, honey, darling, my girl and cinnamon bun (I’m wheezing)

Aperçu: y/n is someone that had never given a second thought to the idea of dating. But now because she is in her mid twenties, she decides that it wouldn’t be that bad to give it a try. Thanks to her friends, she explores the world of dating through a different kind of lens that is none other than the sugar daddy bubble. Let’s see where this journey leads her to…

word count: 4 k sum

Well, you had what could represent a happy life. You had friends, a roof over your head and you were a self made person. Every single thing you had ever owned you had financed it, you did not like gifts, it felt really awkward and inappropriate to accept them just like that. Let’s say ma raised an independent woman, right?! Also something that made you quite unique compared to your friends is that you have never been interested in men!( This my specific case but the gag is I don’t really feel attraction towards anyone really) and sometimes you did wonder if something was wrong with you.

You decided to discuss with your friends about that matter and see if there was a possibility for you to develop a lil’ game in the dating sphere. You had discussed plenty of options with them but you had never really found common ground until the idea of being a sugar baby was announced. At first, you were like there is no way I’ll trade my cunny for some old fart like that even if he rich as fuck! But then your friends Bianca, Theresa and Marjorie had all the tea on how to get you to join the community (I deadass thought about getting one but the the independent feminist my mum raised could not do it!) They went over all the possibilities that could be suitable for you and they had even mentioned this option where you could get a sugar daddy that would provide you with everything and you wouldn’t have to give him sugar.

You thought this was the best option that would be convenient for you. So with your friends' encouragement, you decided to go look up on the site www.sugardaddiesheaven.com( I totally made it up- I don’t think you’ll find something) for a very attractive man that would be willing to cater to your needs and you were surprised with how popular this site was and the reviews were immaculate! Your research did not take too long, something like 2-3 days and you had found your perfect match.

This long haired man was extremely well built, you had to double check his pictures through social media and Oh lord have mercy, how is it possible to have a body like that at that age!?!? You were gobsmacked as much as you were salivating to touch him- wait hold up why is it that I want to touch him like that? Why all of a sudden carnal desire is appearing in my life, hold on AM I STRAIGHT( this is me literally panicking anytime I simp for a anime/manga character that is a man hehe)

You decided to calm yourself down. It was okay to experience these feelings matter of fact, call it relief, because now you finally felt like you had something to hold onto other than yourself and the thing you had always wanted but never admitted it.

You started analysing his profile, he was the CEO of Fire Force company, was in his early fifties, looked like a greek god had sculpted his body among many other features that he visibly had for instance the visible dick print on his tight pants like *clears throat* you do not have a little amount of shame huh, do you?! But that did not matter anyway, you were enjoying every bit of it! You mustered the courage to message him and were extremely nervous, as soon as you had sent it you decided to do something else to forget about it. An hour later, you checked your computer and he had answered. More surprisingly he had answered right away after you decided to leave your room. His reply was short, precise and concise: he asked if you would like to meet him before anything became official.

You both agreed to meet at this new hyped elegant restaurant so that way he could wine and dine you without no pressure at all on a day where you were free.You decided to showcase the body you had built over the years of hard work and honour it all with a simple yet effective hairstyle which consisted of a half up half down locks that would allow you to fully harness your inner goddess. (I love to see black women flaunt their natural hair as well as rocking whatever they decide to rock, it makes me smile so hard that as a result my cheeks hurt!) You were stunning, your brown skin was draped with this backless metallic orange satin dress that perfectly hugged your curves, you had black heels on, the penultimate touch of this amazing outfit was your earrings completed by this discreet purse .

You looked spectacular, smelled deliciously great and were a sight to behold. Your backside was stealing the show more than your actual back was supposed to but it’s fine to flaunt what ma gave you! It didn’t take long to get to La Plaza (I made that up as a place to eat at) by car, the interior had a refreshing vibe, it was fairly modern, and the beige aesthetic defined this place. You parked your car, got out of it and headed towards the restaurant.

You walked up to the reservations employee to ask for your possible future sugar daddy’s last name and before he could provide you with the information you were looking for, the legend appeared behind you and seductively whispered in your ear "You surely were beautiful on your profile picture but," he pauses for a few seconds before continuing "Oh my goodness, up close you are extremely gorgeous."

You were startled, you wanted to scream, it really caught you off guard! You calmly counted until ten and decided to face this person. For a couple of seconds, you no longer knew how to breathe as you were eagerly appreciating the man standing before you. He had a man bun( I really dig these for some odd reason). He was irresistible, remarkably good looking, you certainly won the lottery with this sugar daddy. He had a jawline gifted from the divine being adorned with a well groomed beard, emerald eyes. He already had white hair but that only did increase the magnetism he had.

You knew that he could definitely make you ride his face, give you beard burns(pun intended) and whatnot (foreshadowing). Inner thought -Oh no, I think I am falling for this dude- let me check if I still want money without being dicked down.-

Just admiring him was making you wet and your pearl was steadily pulsing under that dress. The reservation’s person interrupted both of your hazes by clearing his throat and signalling that you were making people behind you wait. This time, Leonard said "May I lead you to our table so we can start our lunch" while he offered his hand. You answered with an unintelligible "Yes" before taking his hand and following him.

While you were following him towards the table, you noticed his broad back, his well built frame and that he also had a nice backside! You were literally drooling so much that you had to stop gawking at this sight. The table at which you were going to eat was fairly secluded from the others, a bit of privacy was necessary. The truth is he just wanted you for himself. Maybe you did not get it but ever since you entered the place, everyone’s predatory gaze was on you.

Therefore, he wanted to ensure you would only be his prize for his eyes to look at. You go ahead to pull your chair but he stops you in your tracks and announces "No, I’ll do it, you are my guest here" and pulls the chair for you to sit down. You nod that you’re well seated and while he goes towards his, your gaze lingers upon his big veiny forearms, biceps, broad back then how huge his hands are.

You know you’re high key undressing him with your eyes but again *cough* he had no business looking like that! He was simply dressed but with such elegance! He had a black buttoned up shirt with rolled sleeves, two buttons open showcasing a lil’ of his torso, black chino pants and brown loafers. He had this watch on his left wrist, a gold chain on his neck needless to say he looked like a snack.

He has clearly grasped that you are enthralled by him, he chuckles and states "You can stare all you want dove, anytime you want and however long you want. I’m only yours" You gasp, you don’t know what to say, your mind is racing, his profile back on the sugar daddy site did not mention that he was this direct. Oh, now you remember your terrible skimming habit and how you tend to purposely not look over things that do not seem important.

You play along and strike your most genuine laugh to tell him "I didn’t think you would say this right away in our first encounter!" He declares the following: "There is no way I am letting you slip through my fingers, I wouldn’t forgive myself If I did such a thing!" You happily suggest "Interesting, you’re good looking, charming, smell extremely good, a gentleman so it makes me wonder, is there anything that you don’t have?" His response is definitely not what you expected but it certainly sparks your interest "I", he begins "don’t have you by my side yet. After that is settled I will not need anything else".

You exclaim "oooh, I like that kind of answer but you seem too sure for my own damn taste honey!" He bites back with "Don’t worry, there is not a single thing I told you that I can’t back up. Trust me I know what I am talking about darling" and he winks. You two are in front of each other and you decide to start the conversation because you had not said much from the moment he caught you by surprise.

You express "How would you like me to call you?" He looks up from the menu and answers "Leonard or Leo. You can call me however you like, maybe later you’ll find a nickname that suits me and how should I call you too?" You tell him "Y/n it is." He utters "It’s a pleasure to meet you y/n" ,you respond with "same here Leo."

You start thinking that he smells too good, that you would not mind breathing in this fine cologne all day long because it is really intoxicating. You’re developing some urges for this handsome man such as longing even though being a sugar baby truly isn’t about that also possessiveness is settling itself in your head. He is right in front of you and he is only going to be yours, you tell yourself. His fate is sealed with you.

He orders a Dom Perignon P2 Plenitude Brut Rose for the table that is 1.5 k dollars and you just let him do his thing even though on the inside you are bewildered because he ordered that for the first meal you share.

For him, he orders a Caprese salad, a medium steak, Spaghetti alle Vongole and lemon sherbert. You are going over the numerous options this fine restaurant has and you have finally chosen what you would like to order: for you it consists of a greek feta salad, a medium rare wagyu steak, kimchi stir fried rice, salmon nigiri your fave kind and for dessert a lindt lindor milk chocolate truffle cheesecake.

While you were ordering your food Leonard’s gaze was scrutinising your face, how your make up was flawlessly done, your beauty marks that looked like a constellation upon your face, your hair, your big eyes, your pretty face. He was getting enamoured the longer he looked at it. Then his eyes wander from your face to your shoulders and he sees your stretch marks, how they compliment your frame and add an exquisite feature that makes your uniqueness which says there is no other being out here exactly like you.

It was a delicious meal, you thanked him for it and said that "Pleasure was all mine." He added "A fine woman like you would never pay for anything as long as you are with me."

A few moments later

He signals a waiter to give him something he needs right now that you didn't quite catch, and in less than a few minutes the waiter is back with a folder saying "Here you have it Sir Burns. Is there anything else you desire?" Burns answers "no, the service is excellent as always thank you, congratulate the chef for this delicious food!" He smiled and left. Now, you were intrigued by the folder Leonard held in his hands and soon you dropped the question "Is that anything of my concern?" with an insistent gaze he chuckles and affirms "yes honey ( oh no, he already started) these do concern you more specifically, what could eventually happen between me and you" and he ends his phrase by licking his lower lip.

He tells you that you should join him in his car to discuss this paper and you do follow him like a lost puppy without asking questions any further. His car is of course a luxurious one but he is not the one driving it because he gets in the backseat with you and before he starts talking about the documents he tells his personal driver to wind up the electric window that divides the driver's seat from the back one. He starts talking "So I have a contract with me that designates what you and I can and can’t do, requirements to meet and what I want- to quickly sum up, it is a mutual agreement where I do not deprive you of your freedom and just request 3 hours of your day 4 times a week if possible that you can still negotiate if it does not suit you?"

"Why such negotiations now" you say "a while back in the restaurant, was it all talk then, I am disappointed" you pout your lips "I thought you truly wanted to ensure that I was yours!"

He discloses "I always do this whenever I meet a new sugar baby because not all of them are willing to do this without a written agreement." At this point, you’re becoming jealous. Such questions that emerge in your mind are why is that he had other ones? Aren’t you meant to be my one and only but then it hits you that you have been staring at him and his voice takes you back to reality "Y/n, y/n are listening to what I am saying?"

You decide to become a little assertive, you did not like that he mentioned other girls, any other person other than you really. You asked yourself why hadn’t you found him earlier oh your independent woman pride kept you from it. First, you grab him by his gold chain and lead him closer to you and tell him the following "I want you for me, myself and I only. I do not want to see you flirting with any. other. woman. if I catch you it’s on sight, you finna lose all o’ this”- your left hand goes from the top of your head to your toes addressing what he could potently be deprived of if he does not follow your rules thoroughly- "and last but certainly not least, who I want and what I want Imma get it because that’s how my world works"

His eyes never left yours only when you motioned your hand from top to bottom, he swallows, seems visibly pleased by what he just heard and reveals his conditions "You’re right," you let go of his chain and he manspreads on the seat "I love women that are very much like me, territorial." He adds "I like where this is going so I might as well tell you how I do things" he gets closer to you and whispers in your ear putting his big hand on the back of your head making you lean onto him "Whatever I tell you to do you have to" he pauses and breathes in your ear, this makes you shudder. It is torture. Why is he doing this to you now?! He pursues with is current monologue "no questioning is tolerated, you are only mine and when we fuck, it is your duty to call me daddy otherwise you will regret it" he lets go of your head and looks at his watch "I still have a little bit of time ahead of me so let’s get it started" You give him an inquisitive look and he notifies you with "also give me your g string now"

You were shocked. First: how did he know that you had a g string(This mf had been viciously admiring your backside to figure it out ) and second out of all he could ask you to give him he wants this!? But you knew better, you couldn’t ask after you had imposed your rules upon him so you took your lace g string ( I had Avant-Nuit ones in mind when I wrote this) off and gave it to him. He tells you to put it on his face, sniffing it for a good amount of time with the evident traces of your arousal on it. This mf deadass put your g string in his pocket, you were flabbergasted. As if nothing had happened, he declares "I knew you would smell this sweet, the only thing left for me to do is to give your lovely bud the attention it needs!" you tell him "that’s fine with me shall we start then" He’s like "oh word, get it on then princess remember I’m all yours" and he smiles.

Smut ahead

You lifted your dress up, straddled his thighs, your heated core was right above his strained erection confined by his pants and asked "Can I please rub my pearl on your dick to get off daddy? I know you want me too, your eyes hardly ever leave my kissable lips. You want them on you don’t you?" This man was too stunned to speak and he only grunted a yes for you to start doing your thing. You started kissing him and grinding above his hard on to get off, it was good but not quite what you needed. Grunts and mewls alongside the loud squelch of your wet pussy are the only thing both of you hear. He grabs your left hip grinding in sync with you, satisfied by the friction and starts to shamelessly smack your butt with his right hand. At this point, you don’t even ask him why he is doing it it just feels good so you drop him "Harder daddy, please spank me harder daddy"

"You’re such a nasty woman, you know that"

"Yes, but don’t lie to me you’re into this kind of nasty too"

"Ah shit, I am living my best life at fifty while my girl is getting off on me"

"Yes, yes, yes please don’t stop, I am almost there"

Your orgasm is rapidly approaching, you feel it and all of a sudden he keeps you from moving your hips on him.

"Why is that you’ve stopped me, you are not keeping your promises. I am heading home!" you threatened him but he doesn’t move, he’s just sitting there heavily breathing. So, as you’re trying to quit his lap he tells you "You’re going to get off on my face, I know that is what you want. You have been eyeing my beard for too long, I’m sure you want to ride it honeysuckle."

He commands you to sit down, spread your legs and takes a look at your dripping folds. He exclaimed "you’re drenched, you’re always like this when with somebody else?"

"No," you sigh "this is only for you too enjoy."

He sniffs right on it "I can never get enough of your essence" He puts his arms under your thighs to lift you up a little bit and pull you towards him to have easy access to your slick folds. Before he starts eating you, he mumbles "itadakimasu" and dives in.

He is tirelessly lapping your clit, drinking your arousal, kissing, sucking it. He is doing all of this while looking at you and how you arch your back on the seat. “Fuck, Leo don’t stop, keep at it right there. Your tongue feels so good!”

He hummed and it made your clit vibrate. Your denied orgasm is quickly getting there and this time he plans on giving it to you. You grab his hair and force him to really get in there

( sis tryna drown him oh my days hehe 🤭y/n evil out here)

"I’m cumming" and you start shaking for a whole minute before getting your breath steady again.

"That is one" he utters, with his glistening beard "Now for this time, you ride my face"

"I don’t think it would be a good idea to do that"

"Why is that"

"Well, I wouldn’t want to get a beard burn"

"Ah, you’re right that is why I told you to ride it. You’re the one doing all the work now"

"Ok, you promise you won’t move?"

"Yes I do"(this impatient mf lying, just wait)

He lowers his mouth on your pussy and you guide his head for him to stay put like that. You slowly start to go up and down and your clit continuously bumps his nose. It hurts so good that you are melting into the backseat and you really don’t care if people outside are able to hear you, today you are having the best orgasms of your whole existence! This man was definitely something else, he did pretty much not leave any room for you to compare him to any other sexual intercourse you had ever had. He lets you ride his nose for some time before he takes back control and starts vigorously assaulting your bud, bringing you to your second orgasm of the afternoon.

"For this last time I am going to finger you, is that okay with you?"

"Yes but hold up, you have only gotten me off what about you?"

"Sweetheart, don’t worry about me" he says stroking your cheek "making you come undone is my favourite thing to do"

Then, he starts fingering you and eating you out at the same time. You now know why these hands were big, what they could do and oh my these fingers were long, thick as hell. He did not let you catch your breath for a single minute. He enjoyed the show he was witnessing. You were gasping left and right. He was relentlessly bullying your clitoris, his thick fingers were fingering your cunny extremely fast and you knew that this time your orgasm would be different because of the overwhelming amount of stimulation. He carefully studied all the expressions your face showed, how you threw your head back when he sucked your clit, the whimpers that left your mouth when he did figure eights on it with his skilled tongue. Every single sound that came from you was honey for his ears, you were really magnificent to look at even in this dishevelled state.

You squirted all over his face, you’re surprised too because this had never occurred and you are panicking but also your third orgasm is making you sleepy. Still, you decide to mumble an apology. You tell him "It was not my intention to do that. I did not know I could do that"

He responds "I am glad I was the first one to give it to you and you know who to come back to if you need it" he smirked. He was licking his fingers that were inside your vagina a few minutes ago with a wicked smile on his face saying "This was the best meal of my life thank you, my cinnamon bun" but you had already passed out on the seat. So, he decided the least he could do is keep you with him and take you to his place. While he was making sure you slept comfortably he called his driver on his phone to tell him "Marco, take us home"

"Understood sir"

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jenosjams · 2 years

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love gone wild - h.rj

Pairing: Renjun x fem reader

Genre: enemies to lovers, zookeeper au, smut

synopsis: you get a new job at a zoo, and things go smoother than you could ever ask for - that is, until you’re forced to work with the one co-worker you absolutely abhor. However, one day, love goes wild before you even know it.

warnings: mentions of food, mature content (unprotected sex, coming inside, oral [female receiving])

wc: 19.2k

hey everyone! this is my first official work here, hope you guys enjoy!

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Sailing in through the entrance of the zoo, you make your way to the staffroom, stifling a yawn. Checking your watch, you realise that it's currently 6 in the morning. Way too early for your brain to be functioning.

"Hello, are you the new zookeeper, y/n?" Looking up, you see a tall young male with blond bangs coming just past his brows. He looks at you with his doe eyes, which hold a kind glow to match his equally kind, yet shy tone.

"Yes, I am!" you reply, smiling.

"Okay, you can put your bag down here, and then you can get changed before I show you around the area!" Jisung continues, gesturing to a cupboard. Opening up the door, you see only a few other bags inside. "Most of the zookeepers aren't here yet," he explains. "They mostly come around 6: 30 am, but we're here earlier so that we can tour around the area before work. Oh and, your uniform should be inside too".

You nod, tossing your bag inside and getting a sip of water before seeing your uniform hanging from the rack above you, a name tag pinned on it. Locating the staff restrooms, you quickly make your way into the ladies' and change.

When you get back out, Jisung is in the staff area waiting for you. "Alright, let's go!" He leads you on a tour around the zoo, showing you the different sections of the staff area, secret passages meant only for staff and other areas that were meant only for authorised personnel that you'd need to know existed. Some of the animals are already up and about, while others stay in their dreamland.

When you guys get back to the staff area, you're just in time for the daily team meeting, held by the head zookeeper, Sicheng. "Alright, good morning team, thank you all for being on time this morning," he begins as everyone gathers around him. "First of all, I'd like to begin today by introducing a new zookeeper, who will be joining us starting today. Please welcome y/n! She will be shadowing Jisung, our koala keeper".

Around you, the zookeepers burst into applause, and you even hear a few cheers. You can't help but feel your cheeks heat up in slight embarrassment.

Sicheng continues after the applause dies down. "Next, our veterinarians have some updates for us," he says, gesturing to a few people standing at the side of the circle, dressed in white lab coats. One of them, whom you presume is the head veterinarian, steps up.

"Good morning team. Alright, first up, this is for the parrots. After conducting a check-up on Ringo last week, we have decided to increase the dosage of his medicine to 2 mg. Kun, please take note of this".

"Got it, thanks Taeil," a man wearing round-rimmed glasses speaks up from across you and Jisung.

"And for the snow leopards, how's Snowstar doing?" Taeil continues asking and typing on his phone.

"She's doing a lot better now. She's regained her appetite and energy, and isn't vomiting anymore," a male speaks, giving updates on said animal.

"Alright, that's good. We’ll come and check on her, and if all is well, you can take her off medication and resume feeding as per normal," Taeil recites, typing more notes into his phone. "Thanks Jeno. That's all the updates for today, any of you have any concerns about your animals?" Taeil continues to ask, sweeping a quick glance around the circle of zookeepers. "Then that's all I have, thank you Sicheng," he concludes, and his team steps to the side to make room for Sicheng.

The head zookeeper takes his place in the middle of the circle again. "Alright, then that's about all. Any new information will be disseminated through the group chat we have. All zookeepers, please come get your walkie-talkies. Thank you team, meeting dismissed," he concludes.

After picking up your walkie-talkie, you follow Jisung and another dark-haired male to a communal kitchen. "Hi y/n! I'm Jaemin," the latter introduces himself to you, offering you a handshake while grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"So the first thing we usually do in the morning is prepare breakfast for the animals," Jisung says as you make your way to the area set aside for the koala keepers. "We pick out fresh eucalyptus branches for four of our koalas. The fifth one's still a baby, so he'll just nurse from his mom. After that, if we still have time, we go help other zookeepers in preparing their animals' food".

That being said, three of you proceed to scour the stored pile of eucalyptus branches and pick out the freshest ones. When you're done with that, you each pluck a few leaves out and put them into feeder toys. "Same routine for their lunch and dinner, yeah?" Jaemin prompts, and you and Jisung nod.

You're done preparing the koalas' food fairly quickly, so you and Jisung go help the manatee keepers, Jaehyun, stash fresh vegetables and water plants into special floats, while Jaemin opts to help the birds-of-prey keepers gut the prey their birds will feed on. "Thanks for your help," he says as he gives you and Jisung a grateful smile.

"Now we go ahead and feed these to the koalas,” Jisung instructs. "After they've eaten, check on them and ensure none of them are sick, injured or exhibiting strange behaviour. If any of them seem unwell, do flag it up, I’ll get the vets”. You make your way out to the koala enclosures with the two other zookeepers. He shows you specialised platforms where you can put the branches, and you set the branches down into the holes. Jaemin then leaves the feeder toys around the enclosure.

Looking up, you spot the koalas making their way down from the eucalyptus trees to feed, and three of you go about checking on the animals. Jisung and Jaemin are so familiar with the koalas, they can tell each koala apart just by looking at them. It helped that each koala was able to respond when called by name, or else you’d have a hell of a time trying to tell them all apart. You notice a tiny koala head peering out of one koala's pouch, inquisitive eyes looking left and right. “Oh my gosh, so cute!” you can’t help but exclaim.

“Oh, that’s Kendra and her joey Max! She gave birth a while back,” Jaemin informs.

Meanwhile, Kendra crawls along the length of the tree branch and sidles up next to Jisung, who giggles and lets her clamber onto him. “Go on, pat her! She’s very friendly,” Jisung encourages, and you do so, relishing the feeling of the koala’s fuzzy head leaning against your hand, and the texture of the fluffy koala fur. Another koala, Kyle, clings on to Jaemin, refusing to let go.

After feeding the koalas and ensuring their well-being, it’s cleaning time. You follow Jisung and Jaemin back to the staffroom to get the cleaning supplies, and enter the enclosure with them. Shovelling koala poop into buckets soon gets monotonous though, so you guys engage in conversation again.

“If you guys want, you can go help other keepers out with their cleaning,” Jaemin says when you finish cleaning the area. “But I’ll stay behind to train the koalas. Keep your walkie-talkies with you, yeah".

“Let’s go help the monkey keepers,” Jisung suggests, and you follow him to find the monkey keepers. "Shotaro, do you need any help?" he asks as you pass by a male with small eyes and dark brown hair.

"I'm fine, thanks!" Shotaro answers. "But I think Renjun needs help with the spider monkey exhibit. Oh and, welcome to the team y/n!" he adds, showing you a bright eye smile.

"Thank you!" you reply, and you're soon on your way with Jisung to the spider monkey exhibit.

"Renjun, do you need some help cleaning up here?" Jisung asks the black-haired man, currently using a shovel to dig in the ground, a metal bucket beside him.

"Yes, please!" says Renjun, not looking up.

"Hmm, maybe you can clean out the moat? I'll help clean other areas," Jisung suggests, and you agree. You return to the staff area to get a net, another shovel and two more buckets. Using the net, you fish out pollutants like trash and dead leaves from the moat, and then put it into the bucket, careful not to accidentally scoop up the fish inside. You continue doing your job, scrutinising each area you pass by thoroughly to make sure it is absolutely clean before moving on.

However, what happens next makes you realise - it's probably wise to keep your eyes ahead of you as well.

You move a bit too quickly, colliding with someone else. Next thing you register is a startled yell, someone grabbing your arm, and your head going under water. Fortunately, the moat isn't very deep, and you find your way back up to the surface, spitting out mouthfuls of water that you'd accidentally gulped. Turning to your right, you see Renjun in the moat, coughing and spluttering up water as well.

"What happened?" Jisung splutters, running up to you and Renjun and pulling both of you out. You both looked a very sorry sight at the moment, dripping with moat water.

"Y/n pushed me into the moat!" Renjun huffs, indignance clear in his voice.

"HEY! You pulled me in!" you retort.

"I panicked, ok? You knocked into me, I lost my balance, and I just tried grabbing something to steady myself! It's not my fault that I ended up grabbing your arm!" He argues, not willing to back down.

"Hey, hey, what's happening here?" another voice cuts your ensuing argument with Renjun off. From behind you comes another zookeeper, sporting chin-length brown hair, and following behind him is Shotaro.

"They fell into the moat, Yuta," Jisung hurriedly tries to explain the situation before him – two grumpy-looking zookeepers, completely drenched from head to toe.

"I see. It's alright, go get changed, you'll be fine," Yuta says as Shotaro passes you and Renjun a towel and a spare set of clothes each. "Don't worry about it! Accidents happen," Yuta reassures.

Thanking them, you hurry off in the direction of the female washroom, barely registering Jisung's instructions to look for him at the koala exhibit after you’re done. That idiot, pulling me into the moat and then blaming everything on me! You think as you dry yourself and change quickly.

You hurry to find Jisung back at the koala enclosure. "What happened?" Jaemin asks, seeing you come back with soggy hair and the biggest scowl engraved in your features.

"Long story," you mutter, throwing your damp hair into a bun. No time to tell them now, the zoo was nearing opening time, meaning visitors would soon start streaming in. Plastering a smile onto your face, you turn towards the entrance of the koala exhibit, preparing to receive the first visitors of the day.

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"Thank you for coming! Enjoy the rest of your visit!" you repeat the same words to yet another batch of guests leaving the koala exhibit.

"Good afternoon everyone. The zoo exhibits will be closing in fifteen minutes for the staff lunch break. In the meantime, you may stop by the nearby eateries for lunch, and come back again at 1 pm. Thank you very much". An announcement comes over the PA system.

"Oh finally!" you sigh in relief. You’d spent about three hours ushering guests in, answering their questions, and stopping children from disturbing the koalas - and you were starving.

"All good?" you hear Sicheng’s kind voice from beside you. As the head zookeeper, Sicheng wasn't in charge of one particular exhibit. Some days, he would station himself at one exhibit and assist the zookeepers there. Other days, like today, he would just supervise all the zookeepers, going from one exhibit to another to check on them.

"We're good!" Jaemin replies.

"That's great! There shouldn't be any more visitors for now, so you can go ahead and close up for lunch," Sicheng informs, and walks off again.

Three of you head back to the staff area. There wouldn't be time to eat out, so you'd buy takeout and return to the staff area to eat.

"I'm gonna get macs, does anyone want anything?" one of the zookeepers asks.

"Yes please!" Jaemin pipes up and gives the other zookeeper his order, Jisung doing the same.

"You want anything, y/n?" the zookeeper directs his question to you.

“Yes, I’d like a cheeseburger meal! Thank you so much, I’ll pay you back later,” you reply, shooting the zookeeper a grateful look as he nods.

"Let's go prepare lunch for our koalas," Jaemin says, and you go back to the kitchen, repeating the same routine you followed in the morning to prepare the koalas' meal.

Not long after you're finished, lunch arrives. “Join us, y/n!” Jisung extends a friendly invitation to you as his usual group of friends sits down around a table.

You accept their invitation, and join them at the table, ready to tuck in. “Let’s do a self-introduction, since y/n probably doesn’t know us yet,” one of them suggests. “I’m Mark, and I’m a pudu keeper,” he adds.

The introductions go on round the circle. Jeno the snow leopard keeper, Haechan the hippo keeper, Sungchan the tapir keeper, Shotaro the tamarin keeper who helped you after you fell into the moat, Chenle the meerkat keeper who so kindly bought lunch for all the zookeepers, but uh oh…who was that at the end of the circle?

“I’m Renjun. I’m usually at the monkey exhibits as well, but I’m mainly in charge of the spider monkey exhibit,” the last zookeeper says, and you don’t miss the unmistakable glare he shoots you.

“Of course Sicheng made you work with monkeys. You’re as troublesome as a monkey, so you'd definitely do well there. I mean, it takes one to know one, right?” You can’t resist the opportunity, and shoot him a sarcastic comment.

"At least monkeys are smart, unlike you!” Renjun retorts, making no attempt to hide his irritation.

“Woah, you guys just met, be nice!” Mark gently chides, although he’s laughing. Embarrassment heats up your cheeks as you feel like a kindergartener being scolded by her teacher.

“Not really. We met this morning. How memorable,” Renjun says, tone dripping with sarcasm.

“What happened?” Jeno asks, and the others lean forward to listen, all curious about what happened.

“I so nicely volunteered to help him clean the spider monkey exhibit, and in return for that, he pulled me into the moat and got me drenched,” you snort, summing up the events of the morning. Well, not the full truth, because it was kind of your fault too - but you weren’t gonna embarrass yourself by saying that in front of your new friends.

“Well what about the part where you pushed me in?” Renjun cuts in.

“It was an accident!”

“I pulled you in by accident too!”

“Enough bickering, y’all. Let’s forgive each other and move on, shall we? Accidents do happen, just be careful next time,” Shotaro’s soft voice cuts the argument off.

You shoot one last dirty look at Renjun, and then focus your attention on the conversation, listening with amusement as Haechan launches into a story of how one of the pudus chewed a hole in his hat that morning.

About forty minutes later, Sicheng interrupts the zookeepers' chatter by announcing that zookeepers should begin preparing for visitors to arrive again.

Following his instructions, three of you do a quick cleanup of the koala exhibit, just to make sure it's presentable for when guests arrive.

"Round two, let's go," Jaemin mutters as his watch strikes one, and you prepare for the next influx of visitors.

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"Good evening everyone. The zoo will be closing in fifteen minutes, please vacate our premises by 8 pm. Thank you very much". The announcement finally comes over the PA system. Last batch of visitors, and you could go get dinner and then head home!

"Thank you for visiting! Do come again," you repeat again and again like a broken radio, waving all the guests out.

When all the guests have left, three of you bring down fresh eucalyptus leaves for the koalas' dinner, and the fluffy grey creatures approach you three to claim their treasures.

"Guys, smile!" Jaemin says, and you turn around just as he raises his handphone and takes a wefie with you and Jisung. "Nice! I'm uploading this". You guess that he's uploading the pictures onto the zoo's social media platforms.

It's only fifteen more minutes, but it feels like eternity after you finish cleaning up the exhibits and ensuring the animals are safe for the night. Bidding goodbye to your fluffy grey friends, three of you head back to the staff area to claim your bags. "Wanna come with us for dinner?" Jaemin asks you, and you agree, assuming that he was referring to the same group of colleagues you'd met at lunch. "You might have to wait a bit, though".

"That's alright," you reply, turning on your phone.

The group comes back one by one, until only Shotaro is left. He finally arrives twenty minutes later, rushing into the staff area. "I'm sorry! Tamarins make such a mess," he says, panting. It's clear that he's been running, from the sweat on his forehead and his heavy breathing.

"Dude, chill. We understand, we're not gonna leave without you," Mark laughs, giving the other time to catch his breath. "Anyway, where do you guys wanna eat?"

"Wanna eat at Subway? I'm craving that," Haechan suggests.

"Fine by me," Chenle says, shrugging.

"No violent objections? Subway it is then," Mark decides, leading the rest of you out of the zoo. It's then that you catch sight of Renjun in the group, chatting with Chenle, and you roll your eyes in disdain as you recall the events of the morning. God, why’s he everywhere?

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"So, y/n, how was your first day of work?" Mark inquires once the whole group is settled down with their food.

You take a moment, quickly running over the events of the day in your head. "It was really eventful! I think I'll love it here," you reply, smiling from ear to ear. You weren't lying, you'd enjoyed your first day of work as a zookeeper thoroughly.

"What's your favourite part of the job?" Jaemin asks as he takes a bite of his sandwich.

"Definitely the animals! They're so lovable!" your answer comes naturally, without you needing to think much of it. They were the reason you'd chosen this job, despite being offered others that most would perceive as more attractive.

"Glad to hear you're settling in well," Jeno remarks, his smile radiating a kind glow.

"Any interesting working experiences you guys have had that you'd like to share with our dear y/n?" Haechan poses the question to the guys sitting around the table.

"Oh- yes actually. You know the free-roaming peacocks you see around the zoo?" Jisung says, turning to you, and you nod. You'd chanced upon some of them while getting around the zoo. "They have a knack for bothering visitors. I've lost count of all the times I've had to help visitors reclaim items that were snatched by peacocks, shoo them away when they blocked visitors' paths, or even stop them from randomly attacking visitors". That didn't surprise you. Earlier in the day, you'd watched as Sicheng struggled to pry a peacock's beak open to help a family get their entrance tickets back.

"They might look pretty, but they can be such troublemakers," Sungchan adds, earning emphatic nods and mutters of agreement from the other guys. "Also, they’re terribly dumb. Some wander into the big cat enclosures and get torn up," he finishes.

Okay, that one got you. You're left gawking at Sungchan.

"For real! I witnessed it happen a long time ago," Jeno pipes up from across the table. "I was talking to this huge group of visitors, when one of the peacocks somehow got in - I dunno how either, maybe it got in when one of us opened the gate, and stayed there unnoticed. And then you know Baymax, our adolescent male? He stalked it, and then went in for the kill".

This time, it's Shotaro's jaw that drops. "In front of all the visitors?"

Jeno nods. "Tore it apart in front of the shocked adults and screaming children. Kinda feel bad that so many people saw it happen, but circle of life, y'know".

You feel yourself shudder after hearing Jeno's story. "Gosh, unlucky you. I hope I never witness that in my life".

"Oh! I've got another one. When you clean the parrots' perches, don't look up," Chenle says, bringing in his own story. "They wait for you to look up before taking a dump. That's how you get poop in your mouth. I speak from experience, since I used to be a parrot keeper before the meerkat exhibit opened”.

While you almost choke on your drink, the others guffaw at him. "Seriously? Wasn't that one of the first things Kun warned you about when you came?" Jaemin laughs.

"It was! But I never believed him, until I learnt the hard way. Regrets much," Chenle sighs.

"That's your problem," Renjun says with a smirk.

"Shut up!" Chenle exclaims, punching him on the shoulder. Somehow, you find yourself laughing at the interaction between him and Renjun, despite your dislike for the latter.

"Oh, I've got one too!" Sungchan exclaims. "Don't ever let tapirs turn their backs on you because-"

Before he can finish, he's cut off by exclamations of "that’s disgusting!" and "ew not now!" from the guys.

“It’s not that bad, I swear!” Sungchan protests, trying to get everyone to calm down, while you’re left confused as to what was the story they were so desperately trying to get him to keep quiet about, and whether it was really that bad.

“No, I don’t believe you. I’ve heard it before,” Shotaro disagrees, making a face.

“If you really want to tell y/n, can you not do so while we’re all eating?” Jisung adds, making the same disgusted face as Shotaro. “Plus, it’s her first day working here! Don’t gross her out now!”

“Okay, fine, fine!” Sungchan laughs, raising his hands in surrender.

The rest of dinner goes on well, with the boys telling you all sorts of hilarious stories of the animals they worked with, and lots of laughter. As you engage in conversation with them, you realise that it’s not only the animals that would make this job memorable, it was also the company you meet.

With the exception of one guy, who’d been glaring daggers at you since dinner began. But if hanging out with your newfound friends meant putting up with him, you would gladly do so.

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It's been about two months since you first stepped foot into the zoo as a new zookeeper. You'd grown from a clumsy, bumbling zookeeper who would ask for clarifications or google for every piece of information, you'd grown into a confident, assured zookeeper who knows her animals inside and out.

You'd also come to grow close to all of your koalas - Kendra, Max, Kyle, Jackie and Jo, and also the vets and other zookeepers outside of your usual friend group.

Your relationship with Renjun though? Still sour as ever - if not worse. Almost every day over the past two months, if you both weren't avoiding each other, you'd both get into spats over trivial matters - even down to where to eat dinner.

Which brings us to this moment. The two of you stand across each other, boring holes into the other’s soul with piercing glares. Arms akimbo and scowls on your faces, you both looked like roosters gearing up for a fight.

“We already had that last week! I’m not eating there again,” Renjun insists, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Then? What else do you want?” You fire back, equally riled up.

“I already told you, Chinese takeout is the most practical option! Then we could head over to Chenle’s house and eat there or something! Everything else is closed at this hour, and as I’ve stated many times, I’m not gonna be eating fast food again!” Renjun argues, trying to make you see things from his point of view.

However, you weren’t so willing to budge. “First of all-” you begin, but you’re cut off by a voice.

“With both of you arguing like crazed aunties at a market, there is no way I’m letting you into my house,” Chenle interjects, holding up his hand.

“Wise choice,” Mark quips, watching the argument from his place on one of the armchairs. "What's up with you both? You keep stirring arguments up between yourselves for no reason-"

"It's okay, Mark. You know what they say – couples fight," Haechan interrupts with a mischievous grin, which you so wished to wipe off his face.

"We are NOT a couple," you hiss, giving Haechan the best death stare you could. "And never will be".

"I meant a work couple! Like work husband and wife, you know," Haechan whines, feeling like your fierce response was uncalled for.

"You-"

Mark sighs, rubbing his temples in frustration. “Okay but seriously, can you guys just be civil with each other for once? You don’t have to like each other, but you’ve gotta stop exchanging blows in every conversation you guys have,” he adds, an imploring look on his face.

“Yeah, it’d be nice to all hang out together peacefully,” Jisung says, voice mousy-quiet.

This causes you and Renjun to stop dead in your tracks. It was evident that your whole friend group was getting tired of all the back-and-forth squabbling between the both of you within work and outside of work. However, part of you still stood resolute, not wishing to apologise.

“Alright, I’m sorry you guys,” Renjun finally says, after what seems like an eternity of silence.

Well, you have to give credit where credit is due – your sworn nemesis was able to be the bigger person and apologise to the whole friend group, which meant that there was no reason you shouldn’t do so too. “Yeah, I’m sorry too,” you half-heartedly manage an apology.

“All’s good. Now, if that’s all, can we go settle dinner now? I’m starving!” Jaemin whines.

“I was gonna say the same,” Mark laughs. “Let’s go! We can eat at my house after we order food”.

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“Hey y/n, could you come to the staff area for a bit? Over".

It’s just another day at the zoo when Sicheng calls for you out of nowhere through the walkie-talkie. “Yeah, what is it? Over,” you call back into your own walkie-talkie and excuse yourself from Jaemin and Jisung, racing towards the staff area as fast as your legs could carry you, being careful not to bump into any visitors.

“Great! You’re here, thanks for coming so quickly,” Sicheng greets you with his trademark sweet smile, before gesturing for you to take a seat so he could explain. “So another overseas zoo has a rescue giant panda family, and a few red pandas as well. We need a couple of zookeepers to take care of them and help them to settle in. We’ve observed how you’ve grown throughout your two months spent here as a zookeeper and become much more confident and innovative, and we think you’d be a good fit for the job. Are you alright with that?” He confirms with you.

Your heart jumps at the thought of being able to work with new animals. What’s more, pandas were your favourite animals! When you were a child, your family would take frequent trips to the zoo, and you’d never fail to ooh and ahh at the giant pandas in the enclosure. There was just something about them that made you take an instant liking to them. You’d never seen red pandas in real life before, but you’d seen images and videos of them online, and you found them absolutely adorable. “Yes, of course!” you squeal, unable to contain your excitement.

Sicheng chuckles at the sight of how thrilled you are, and hands you a form. “Okay. It’ll take a while for them to arrive, but do fill out this form first,” he says, passing you a pen. You oblige, and begin penning your details onto the form.

“Sicheng, you called me?” A shiver runs down your spine as a dreadingly familiar voice sounds from the doorway. Hesitantly, you turn around, and you’re instantly met with a head of black hair and piercing black eyes, which sharpened their gaze as soon as they landed on you. Lo and behold, it was Renjun.

“Ah yes, I was looking for you!” Sicheng answers, jogging over to Renjun, oblivious to the tension between the both of you. A sense of foreboding rises up in you. Please, please, let the other zookeeper not be him, you silently pray.

However, to your dismay, you listen as Sicheng repeats the information he told you earlier to Renjun, and hands him a form as well. Meanwhile, you hear sounds of “okay,” “I see,” “that’s alright,” and “I understand” from Renjun. Gosh, I never thought this day would come. Having to work so closely with my worst enemy.

“Thank you both for your time! More details will be given in the future. I’ll be helping both of you through the process, so don’t worry,” Sicheng reassures, giving both of you a smile and turning to exit the area. "Also! Don't tell anyone else yet, I'll make an announcement when the time is right," he adds quickly with a wink, before walking off. Both you and Renjun turn to him, giving him a pleasant smile and saying goodbye.

Once Sicheng leaves, the friendly vibe in the room dissipates, and is replaced with an atmosphere so icy-cold that even the penguins in Doyoung’s care would have frozen to death. “So, we’re gonna be seeing a lot more of each other from now on, huh,” you say, icicles in your tone as you glower at him.

“I guess. Not that I’m celebrating that fact, though,” Renjun replies equally coldly, returning your hostile gaze.

“Neither am I. I only accepted the job because I love pandas. Never thought I’d have to work with you of all people,” you hiss, making your disgruntlement clear.

“Same here. If I’d known, maybe I’d have thought twice, but I wouldn’t throw away the chance to work with one of my favourite animals, so you better not mess this up for me,” Renjun warns, a haughty glint in his eye.

“Bold of you to assume I’d screw things up. It’d be my own opportunity I’m ruining. I should be the one giving you that warning,” you shoot. Turning on your heel, you flick your hair and walk out of the room, going back to the koala exhibit to find Jisung and Jaemin. Although there was some time before you’d actually have to take over the new exhibit with him, the mere thought of working with your sworn enemy filled you with so much dread. At least I get to work with some of my favourite animals, you think to yourself, trying to comfort yourself with that thought.

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A few weeks later, you're preparing the koalas' breakfast again. Because you'd become more well-versed with the process of preparing their food, the three of you finish fairly quickly, so you guys decide to assist other zookeepers with breakfast preparations.

"y/n! thanks for coming to help," Hendery exclaims as soon as you reach the section of the kitchen intended for the nyalas.

"No problem," you answer, giving him the most reassuring smile you could muster. "How can I help?"

Hendery proceeds to explain the process of preparing food for nyalas to you, since you'd never done so before. It was quite a simple process, so you caught on quickly.

You've just finished setting aside yet another giant metal bowl of fruits, grass and flowers when Sicheng comes over to your side of the kitchen. "Sicheng! What's up!" Hendery greets with his usual exuberance.

"Hey," Sicheng greets back, giving Hendery a side hug. "I need to steal y/n, hope that's fine with you".

Your ears prick up at the mention of your name, and you instinctively swivel your head in the direction of where the duo are standing. Hendery clutches his chest, letting out a dramatic gasp and pretending to pass out. "So you only came for y/n? What about me?" he whines.

Sicheng rolls his eyes, and flicks Hendery's forehead. "Don't be dramatic. I need to talk to her and Renjun," he explains.

"I'm joking," Hendery chuckles. "Of course you can''. He waves you off, and you follow Sicheng as he heads to the spider monkey exhibit to look for Renjun.

"Hey! I've been looking for you. Let Yuta and Shotaro know that you're with me," Sicheng shouts to Renjun, but you barely take notice. That is, until said boy emerges from the enclosure, and you both exchange glares as a very friendly form of greeting.

"The animals just arrived. They're here!" Sicheng breaks the unfriendly eye contact between you and Renjun with a snap of his fingers, and gestures for both of you to follow behind him. He leads you both behind the staff area, and opens up a door. You'd taken notice of that door before, but never entered. You wouldn't have been allowed to normally, anyway. That door is the veterinary clinic.

"Before we take another step in, we've gotta put these on," Sicheng stops you and Renjun from walking further into the vet clinic as he slathers hand sanitiser over his hands, and passes a surgical cap, a mask, a special gown and a pair of surgical gloves to you. He hands a similar set to Renjun. "Don't forget to sanitise your hands too," he reminds before any of you put the gloves on.

Having been used to donning your usual work uniform, consisting of just a polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, you felt quite strange in the unfamiliar veterinary garb. However, you don’t complain, and make your way into the clinic, curiosity already gnawing at you like a hardworking beaver building a lodge.

The sight you're met with is enough to melt your heart on the spot - two giant pandas in their crates, sporting their characteristic black eye patches. One chews languidly on a stick of bamboo as Taeyong and Xiaojun examine its eyes with an otoscope, while the other lays down with its eyes closed. Beside them are four more sizable crates, each of them containing a red panda. They turn to you, regarding you with bright eyes that remind you of black marbles, curiosity reflecting in their gazes. "Oh my gosh! They're so cute!" before you can control yourself, a squeal escapes your lips as you set eyes on the animals before you.

It seems like Renjun shares your sentiments, because his quiet whisper of "aww" sounds just beside your ear. Whipping your head around, you're surprised to see that his eyes reflect pure adoration and love as he gazes at the animals. Who knew that all that was needed to melt his icy exterior was two panda bears and four red pandas, you think as you chuckle to yourself.

Taeil spots all of you at the door, and he scrambles to lead you all in. "Hi! You're here to meet the pandas, right?" he confirms as he shuts the door, and is met with grunts of confirmation and head nods. "Okay! Right this way!"

You scurry to the crates as Taeil begins introducing the pandas one by one. "The sleeping giant panda is Liang Liang, and the one being examined by Xiaojun and Taeyong is Jing Jing. You can tell them apart by looking at their heads - Liang Liang has a tuft of fur on his head, so he kinda looks like an onion". At that moment, Liang Liang stirs and lifts his head, and that's when all three of you burst into laughter as you see his uncanny resemblance to the pungent vegetable.

"Now the red pandas! This is Tao Tao, Mei Mei, Jun Jun, and Li Li. It might take a while to tell them apart, but don't worry, take your time to learn their personalities. Plus, they're able to respond to their names," Taeil continues, gesturing to each red panda's crate as he speaks.

"So adorable," Sicheng croons, lowering his head to get a good look at the animals, and you notice with amusement that Tao Tao pricks his ears forward and studies Sicheng as well. "How are they? All good and healthy?" Sicheng asks, directing his attention to Taeil as he whips out his phone to take notes.

"So far, we've examined all of them and given them a clean bill of health, except Jing Jing, who is being examined by Taeyong and Xiaojun now," Taeil responds. He casts a glance at the corner, where said vets are hard at work, before lowering his voice and adding, "There is something concerning, though. Her previous vet told me that she's been eating less, sleeping more, and becoming more sensitive to light and sound – all signs that she might be pregnant".

The head zookeeper's expression morphs into one of shock. "Pregnant? No zoo should be sending pregnant animals out on flights!" he whisper-yells, eyes darting to cast a worried glance at Jing Jing.

"Nothing's confirmed yet. It could be a pseudo pregnancy," Taeil answers, putting a hand on Sicheng’s shoulder to calm him down since he’s visibly worried for the panda. "We'll perform an ultrasound scan on her, just to make sure, but other than that she seems healthy. In the meantime, since the others are healthy, you can go and settle them into their new enclosures first. We'll get back to you about Jing Jing as soon as possible," he promises.

Sicheng rests his head on his hand, clearly still concerned, as he lets out a quiet sigh. "Alright then. Thank you so much Taeil," he says, and motions to us. "Come, let's show them their new home," he says, and you and Renjun follow him again.

You'd already seen the panda enclosure once - it was absolutely stunning, with stalks of bamboo growing out from the ground, overhanging branches of bamboo leaves. A few other bushes growing with flowers of every colour a child's mind could conceive sat snugly in corners of the enclosure. Wooden platforms provided spaces for the pandas to lounge on, and a pond at the side proved useful for cooling off on a hot day. To top it all off, the air conditioner made the environment a cool, comfortable place, and you were sure all the animals would love their new living space.

"What we're gonna do now is load one crate onto a trolley, which I'll go get for you guys in a moment, push it to the new enclosure, and then try to get the panda to move in, okay?" Sicheng gives you and Renjun a run-down of the process of moving the animals into the enclosure, and you both nod. "We'll repeat this process for every single one of the pandas, so this might take a while. Wait right here while I fetch the trolley".

Just as Sicheng turns to go to the staff area, a crackling noise emits from his walkie-talkie. He freezes, listening to whatever the other zookeeper is saying on the other end of the device. "Oh no! I'm on my way. Over," Sicheng hurriedly finishes the conversation, worry evident in his tone. "There's been an emergency at the snow leopard enclosure, I've got to go. Do you both think you can handle the pandas yourself?" He explains the situation and asks, gazing at you both imploringly.

You and Renjun exchange glances, before shrugging and turning back to Sicheng. "We can try," Renjun answers, and Sicheng nods.

"Okay, good. If you need anything, call for one of your other friends, because I'll likely be away for a while. But I'll be as quick as I can," he hurriedly explains, and then rushes off.

Renjun pushes past you, running in the direction of the staff area, before turning abruptly and stopping to look at you. "Well? What are you waiting for? Hurry up!" he bosses, before running off again.

"Be more patient!" you shout in annoyance, before rolling your eyes and hurrying off after him.

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“Push harder, will you? Ugh, damn it!”

It’s been about fifteen minutes since you and Renjun began. You’d successfully moved the red pandas into the enclosure, and they’d immediately begun exploring their new habitat, curiously sniffing here and there. Li Li even jumped into the small pond of water the moment she noticed.

However, the same could not be said about Liang Liang. You and Renjun had huffed and puffed, and tried to move the trolley, but it still wouldn’t budge, and both of you were growing more and more impatient by the minute.

“I’m trying, okay? Just shut up and push!” you snap at Renjun, unable to keep all the pent-up frustration in you any longer. The both of you make another attempt to push the trolley, but to no avail.

“You’re not even putting in any effort!” Renjun scolds, slumping against the trolley after giving one last heave.

“Who’s the one leaning on the trolley huh?” you spit, shooting laser beams at him with your eyes.

“What’s going on?” a familiar voice interrupts, and you turn to see Chenle running up to you, with Johnny, Haechan and Jungwoo in tow. “Sicheng isn’t free now, so he sent us to help you guys out, and we arrive to find you guys bickering like Kun’s noisy parrots”.

"The couple is fighting again, I see,"

“We can’t move the panda ourselves,” you admit, heat blooming in your cheeks as the embarrassment of being caught in another argument sinks in.

“You know you could have asked us for help earlier, right?” Johnny chuckles, eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s alright, we’re here to help now. Let’s get to it!”

With four other people helping to move the giant panda, it gets a lot easier and you're finally able to heave the trolley along. Finally, Liang Liang's crate arrives safely in the enclosure.

"There's one more panda right?" Jungwoo inquires, and Renjun nods.

"She's still in the vet clinic though," he adds.

"Alright, call us again if you guys need more help," Jungwoo says, walking away with the other three zookeepers. "See you guys later!"

Bidding them goodbye, you both turn your attention back to the panda, still chewing on a bamboo stalk lazily. "Liang Liang, hello," you croon gently, squatting down in front of the cage. "Time to explore your new home".

To your chagrin, the panda lifts his head and regards you briefly, only to return to chewing the bamboo stalk, stretching out nonchalantly. "Hey, don't you want to come out? Your friends are here, you know". You try again to get the panda to come out of the crate, but this time he blatantly ignores you, attention still fixated on the stalk of bamboo.

"You've got to move, you know. You can't live in this plastic crate forever," you try once more to convince the panda to come out, but to no avail. At this point, your patience was already worn thin from previous multiple failed attempts to push the crate, and also from trading verbal blows with Renjun.

You're so wrapped up in your cloud of thoughts that you fail to see Renjun approach you slowly. He comes up from behind you, stepping up to where the panda was. Slowly, he crouches down in front of it, speaking to it in what sounds like Mandarin. As you listened, you secretly marvelled at how fluent his Mandarin was. Though you learnt the language too, you'd never come close to even scoring a B in all your school life, and even now when you spoke it, it came out in broken bits and pieces, and you'd stutter and stammer like a broken engine.

To your amazement, the panda lifts its head and looks at Renjun, seemingly paying attention to what he was saying. Slowly, it rises from the ground, and lumbers out of the crate, sniffing the air.

You have to admit, Renjun had used a smart move – speaking Chinese, the panda's "native language", to get it to cooperate.

Renjun turns to you, only to see you with your mouth open so wide you could catch flies. His lips curve into a smug smirk, sending your blood boiling. "Watch and learn," he sniggers.

"I…I-" you attempt to garble out an intelligent insult to fire back at him, but your mind draws a blank. Luckily, the crackling of your walkie-talkie saves you.

"Y/n, can you come to the vet clinic now, please? Bring Renjun with you. Over," Sicheng's voice emits from the earpiece sitting snugly in your ear.

"On our way. Over," you reply, putting the walkie-talkie back into your pocket. "Sicheng's waiting for us at the vet clinic. Hurry up!" you snap at Renjun, before quickening your steps and heading in the direction of the vet clinic.

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"We've just run an ultrasound on Jing Jing, and…she's pregnant". Taeil drops a bombshell the moment you guys arrive at the clinic.

At this statement, you gasp in shock, unable to believe your ears. The zoo sent a pregnant panda on a long flight?

Renjun's mouth hangs agape, while Sicheng's eyes glaze over with worry. "How's the baby? And how is she? A pregnant panda might not be able to withstand the stress of a long flight all the way from China!" he rambles, words tumbling over each other.

"She's alright," Xiaojun steps in, trying to reassure all of you (mainly Sicheng, though).

"The foetus looks fine too, so don't worry too much," Taeyong adds with a soft smile.

Hearing this, Sicheng's shoulders relax as he breathes a sigh of relief. You let out one too, after realising that you'd unconsciously held your breath as you nervously waited for the three vets to deliver news, whether good or bad.

Taeil sits down at his computer, makes a few clicks with a mouse, and then turns the screen to you. "These are pictures from the ultrasound scan," he says, drawing up the first picture. "See? This is the foetus," he says and points out a tiny, jelly bean shaped lump on the screen. He continues to show you the pictures one by one, and you look on, awed by what you see. You'd only ever seen pictures of human ultrasound scans, but never ones of a panda's. "Both mama panda and the baby are healthy right now, but keep a close eye on them in the meantime. I'd also like to prescribe her some supplements," Taeil informs three of you, gesturing for you to follow him to a shelf stocked with medicines. He scans the rows of medicines, before picking out two bottles of tablets. After he explains the procedure for administering the medicine, three of you say your thanks and leave.

"I'm kind of concerned for Jing Jing," Sicheng admits as he heads back to the enclosure with both of you. "No – that's an understatement, I'm really concerned".

Sensing that Sicheng was quite tense and anxious, you look up at him and reassure him, "don't worry. The vets have given both of them a clean bill of health, and I'll definitely do my best to look after her well".

Renjun pats Sicheng on the shoulder, trying to comfort him. "I'll do my best too. We all want Jing Jing and her baby to be strong and healthy," he says gently.

For once, you actually agreed with him.

Sicheng smiles back at both of you. "Thanks guys," he says, before a slight frown appears on his face again. "I still want to have a word with the zoo that sent them over, though. It's very dangerous to send a pregnant animal on a flight!" he exclaims.

Renjun nods, humming in agreement. "Wise choice. I'd do the same if I were you," he muses.

Sicheng nods. "Anyway, we'll just let them settle into their new environment for today. They've surely been through a lot," he laughs. "I mean, imagine a trip all the way from China in a plastic crate".

That statement draws giggles from you and Renjun. "So today, both of you just stay here and take care of the pandas, okay? You guys can always call me if you need any help," he instructs, and both of you agree. "Alright, I'll be off now then. See you guys around!"

You and Renjun wave goodbye to him, before sitting down outside the enclosure, maintaining a gap as wide as the Pacific Ocean between both of you. Letting out a huff, you turn away from him and rivet your eyes on the animals in the enclosure. You observe Li Li and Mei Mei frolicking in a tree, Liang Liang attempting to climb a tree, Jun Jun making himself comfy on a wooden platform…

You register a sharp pain as your head hits the glass panel in front of you with a loud thump, and wake with a start. "Ow!" Rubbing your forehead, you whip your head from left to right, trying to figure out where you are. Oh right, you were in the panda enclosure.

To your chagrin, Renjun is looking right at you, biting back a laugh. "Shhh," he hisses, holding a finger to his lips. "Don't knock on the glass," he sneers, still smirking at you as he points at the sign on the glass. His tone was so patronising, it made your blood boil. You were not a child, and would not stand to be treated as such.

"It was an accident!" you return, defensiveness creeping into your tone.

"But you're still not supposed to knock on the glass," Renjun reasons, with the same snobbish tone you detested with all your life.

"I already said it was an accident! For fuck's sake!" you're unable to contain your frustration any longer, and snap at him.

"You can't keep getting into accidents if you want our pandas to grow strong and healthy," he argues. You find your eyes rolling back so far, you swear you can see your brain.

"Accidents happen, and you need to learn to accept that, Huang Renjun. Next time you get into an accident I'm gonna laugh at you too," you huff, exasperation increasing by the second.

"I'm only trying to help! Take a damn comment, y/n!" his voice increases in volume as he says. Arrows seem to shoot from his eyes as he shoots you a vexed glare.

A growl emits from the enclosure, seeming to express displeasure. Jing Jing is now wide awake, looking in Renjun's direction, and you swore that her round, ebony-black eyes held the slightest tinge of vexation as she gazed straight at him.

A snicker emits from your throat, and you seize the opportunity to have a go at him as revenge. "Shhh". Turning to him, you imitate his earlier actions, putting your finger over your lips and sending him the same condescending look he'd eyed you with just minutes ago. "Don't wanna wake Jing Jing up from her beauty sleep, do you?" Your heart swells with glee as his features twist into a disgruntled scowl. “See, you’ve made her upset”.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Renjun mutters, turning away in a huff and crossing his arms. “At least I’m not the one who failed miserably at getting Liang Liang to come out of his crate!”

You don’t say anything, but merely stick your tongue out at him. For once, you had the last laugh in your face-off with Renjun.

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Even though you were an argumentative person by nature, you had to admit that all the bickering was taking its toll on your sanity. You were beginning to go nuts – to the point that you'd begun conversing with your own charges.

Especially Jing Jing, the one you'd grown the closest to.

"Oh, Jing Jing, I'm so frustrated," you complain to the panda in front of you as you caress her head, while she munches on a bamboo shoot, making contented noises from time to time.

Jing Jing looks at you and tilts her head to the side, seemingly confused about what you were saying.

"Your other caretaker gives me so much trouble. So nice to you, yet so nasty to me," you continue to lament as Jing Jing looks on, as if she were listening to your every word. "What do I do? Working with him is awful. Yet, I love you all so much, I don't wanna stop working here".

Jing Jing gives a low rumble, and nudges you slightly with her nose. Peeking in the direction of where she was pointing, you spy Renjun sitting on one of the wooden platforms cross-legged with Tao Tao in his lap. Xiaojun was there to check on the red panda, who'd fallen off a low branch.

"You want me to get along with him–? No, Jing Jing, I can't – he's so difficult," you shake your head in immediate protest, only earning another encouraging rumble from the panda.

Another sigh leaves you. "He's terrible, I swear. There's no way we'll ever be able to get along," you whine, picking at a shoot of bamboo. Then a thought hits you, and you perk up a bit. "But if working with you means I have to bear with him, I'll gladly do so. Get it? Bear with him? Because you're a bear," you giggle quietly at the joke you cracked

Jing Jing takes no heed to your lame joke, returning her attention to the pile of bamboo in front of her. Meanwhile, out of concern for the poor animal, you look back in Renjun's direction.

"He's not hurt, except for that cut. I'll come by to disinfect it every day, so that there's a lower chance of it getting infected," Xiaojun states, preparing his veterinary kit as Renjun nods.

Tao Tao's squeals and whimpers of pain as Xiaojun applies antiseptic to the wound shoot right to your heart, making you want to give him a warm hug and assure him that it'd be over soon. Xiaojun winces at every one of Tao Tao's pitiful cries, and his repeated whispers of "sorry, sorry" drift into your ears.

"Hey, relax, okay?" you catch Renjun saying to Tao Tao in a soothing, pleasant voice, a stark contrast to the jarring, harsh tone you heard so often during your all too frequent squabbles. "I know it hurts, but it's to help you become strong and healthy again so you can go play with your didis and jiejies, okay? It's gonna be over soon. Hang in there". He continues to whisper comforting words to the red panda, all while stroking his head gently. It seems to help, because Tao Tao begins to calm down, only letting out occasional whines from time to time.

Witnessing this tender side of Renjun made your heart melt, and – though you didn't want to admit it, dissolve at least a tiny bit of the hatred you felt towards him. Seeing him treat Tao Tao so lovingly somehow gave you this warm, fuzzy feeling inside, like a cup of peppermint tea on a stormy day.

Xiaojun finishes cleaning the wound as quickly as he started, and is now bandaging it carefully. "He's good to go," Xiaojun confirms, gently placing one more piece of tape over the plaster to hold it in place.

Renjun shoots Xiaojun a look of gratitude, and then returns his attention to Tao Tao. "There. All done. See, no more pain!" he says to Tao Tao, using the same tone one would use to cheer up a young child.

Unknowingly, while watching the whole scene before you, a sliver of a smile had formed on your lips, gradually growing as the sweet scene unfolded before you. Just then, he looks in your direction, and you hastily swivel your head back to Jing Jing, avoiding eye contact with him. Maybe, just maybe, you'd be able to get along with him.

Or would you?

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The next few weeks spent preparing the panda enclosure for official opening were well…chaotic. Renjun and you got along just as well as a bear and wolf in the same enclosure, and every interaction both of you had seemed to drive a bigger wedge between both of you. Working with him wasn't getting any more pleasurable. The only thing keeping you going was, well, the pandas. Today, things are unusually heated, even for the both of you.

"Y/n! Pass me another shoot of bamboo!" Renjun bellows from one end of the kitchen.

"Get it yourself! Can't you see I'm busy?" you scream in response, busily washing the bamboo leaves in a big basin.

"You're closer to it than I am. Go get it for me!"

"Is it that hard for you to take a few steps and come get it yourself?"

"Is it that hard for you to take one and pass it to me?"

"Ugh! Whatever, here". You finally relent, albeit grudgingly. Picking up a few more bamboo shoots from the nearby pile, you storm over to Renjun's side of the kitchen and unceremoniously plonk them onto his table, earning you a glare of fury.

"Renjun! What are you even doing! There's still a smudge here!" you holler, blood pressure rising at the sight of a smudge of grime on the glass panel of the enclosure while cleaning up the place.

"I know, I know! I'm coming! So fucking impatient," the irked response comes from the other end of the enclosure, the last part purposely being said softer.

"I heard that!" you snap, burning a hole into him with your infuriated glare, which he simply returns.

The rest of the morning goes by with more scuffles between both of you. You'd both cool down in the presence of guests, only to return to fighting like elephant seals as soon as they left. As usual, Sicheng was an unfortunate witness to most of them, but he simply raised an eyebrow at the both of you and didn't scold any of you at any point.

"Oi Renjun! We're having a class of kindergarten children over later, better not fuck up!" you bark, in a sullen mood from earlier events.

"I know what I'm doing! Mind your own business and make sure you don't fuck up," Renjun says brusquely. "Now you better shape up, because they're coming!"

Your eyes slowly make a 180° flip upwards, but you still manage to hastily turn the corners of your mouth upwards as you turn towards the entrance, preparing to receive the class of students. It was your last batch of guests for the day, and you wanted to quickly get it over and done with so you could go get dinner.

"Hi everyone! Welcome to the panda exhibit!" you begin, waving your hands in exuberance and greeting them cheerfully. From the corner of your eye, Sicheng gives you a thumbs up, a smile of approval on his face.

Assurance settles in your chest, and you continue. "I'm y/n, and beside me is Renjun. We're the zookeepers in charge of this exhibit, and we'll be showing you around today. Follow us!"

You lead them around to the other side of the exhibit, where two fluffy, black and white heads soon come into view.

"Aww, so cute!"

"Panda!"

"Which is Liang Liang and which is Jing Jing?"

A hoard of squeals of adoration, along with some questions arises from the crowd of kindergarteners before the both of you, and both of you hurry to calm them down. "Alright, questions one by one!" Renjun yells over the noise. "Raise your hand to ask".

A boy with dark hair puts his hand up. "Who is who?" he asks, head tilted to the side with a quizzical expression.

Renjun looks out into the enclosure, squinting his eyes slightly to make out the pandas. "Oh! The one munching on bamboo is Liang Liang, while the one sleeping next to him is Jing Jing. Liang Liang's head looks a bit like an onion. See? There's a tuft of fur sticking out from the top of his head," Renjun explains to the children. A chorus of "oohs" and "ahhs" come from the children as they continue staring at the pandas, agog with curiosity.

"Did you know that pandas used to be all white?" Renjun quips, distracting the children momentarily.

"Really?" They chorus, and Renjun just gives them a nod.

"This is a legend, from a long, long time ago". From there, he tells them the story of how pandas got their black colouration from – a legend of a shepherdess who'd given her life to save a panda cub from a leopard. The heartbroken pandas attended her funeral, and wore black armbands as a sign of respect. Unable to contain their grief, they hugged each other and sobbed piteously. The cries got so loud that they covered their ears to block out the noise. The black colouration rubbed off onto wherever they touched themselves, and from then on, all pandas carried the black marks.

Your curiosity was piqued, as you'd never heard of such a legend in your entire life. As Renjun continued telling the tale, your heart seemed to shatter into pieces slowly. He told the story as if he had lived to witness the whole thing, and told the story in such a poignant manner that he made you feel as if you were at the shepherdess's funeral yourself.

"And that's how the panda got its black-coloured markings," Renjun concludes with a small smile.

Most of the kindergarteners seem to be fascinated by the story, some even showing mild sadness on their faces. However, a piercing cry comes from one child, startling everyone present.

"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry, don't cry! It's just a legend, it's all pretend," Renjun exclaims, flying into a panic. "It didn't actually happen. It's just a story," he adds, attempting to calm the child down.

The awe you felt over Renjun's storytelling skills quickly becomes converted to rage, and the child's piteous cries only serve to fan the flames of fury in your heart, and you have to hold yourself back from giving Renjun a tight slap. "What the hell, you dumbass! You made a child cry!" you burst.

"How would I have known?" Renjun lashes out at you in defence. "It's literally a story told to kids!"

"You should have thought twice before telling them!" you argue back, not wishing to back down.

"I already apologised, for fuck's sake!"

"So what? You still upset the kid, you dou-"

"Alright, everyone!" Your altercation is broken up by Sicheng, who gently pushes both of you aside, and makes his way in between the both of you while clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. The child has already stopped crying, thanks to the teacher who soothed her, and everyone's attention is now riveted on Sicheng. "Let's do something happier – hopefully this will cheer you all up! Who wants to see the red pandas?" He asks, eyes sparkling as he addresses the children. "Me! Me!" Exhilarated cries resound in the exhibit, and soon they're all jumping up and down in delight.

"Okay, come, This way!" Sicheng says, beaming as he gestures for the kindergarteners to follow him. They follow behind him, still whispering and giggling as they're unable to contain their excitement. Meanwhile, you trail behind, amazed by his expertise with the children.

Fortunately, the remaining segment of their tour goes well, and the whole class leaves the panda exhibit all smiles. You usher them out, uttering the standard phrases.

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As soon as the last child is out of the enclosure, Sicheng turns to you and your colleague, arms folded across his chest. The once pleasant expression he wore morphs into a livid one, and you could literally feel the anger radiating off him. If looks could kill, both you and Renjun would have died a thousand deaths on the spot. For the first time in your life, you feared your boss – who was usually so mild-tempered and sweet. "We apparently need to talk about how to behave at work," he snarls, voice an octave deeper than usual which drives fear deeper into the crevices of your heart. You watch apprehensively as he draws in a deep breath, before slowly breathing out again. "Arguing on the job? Pushing blame instead of helping one another out? Swearing in front of visitors? Was any of that professional?" He fires question after question like bullets at the two of you, eyeing both of you expectantly. "Well?"

"...no, it wasn't," you reply with a quivering voice, hesitation creeping into your voice. Your heart judders like a jackhammer in your heart as he nods curtly, acknowledging your reply.

"I thought so," he responds. "Then what should you guys have done?"

"...stayed calm, helped each other". This time, the soft, shaky reply comes from Renjun. It drilled the realisation of how terrifying Sicheng could be when angry – so scary that he could even zap the confidence of your arrogant colleague and reduce him to a stuttering bundle of nerves – further into your mind.

Sicheng responds with a grunt of acknowledgement, and then takes a deep breath before saying his piece. "Y/n, it's good that you were concerned about the child, but what wasn't good was your response. You could've helped Renjun to calm the child down as well, instead of lashing out at him".

You nod, unable to speak due to how cowed you felt in his presence. Directing his attention to Renjun, Sicheng begins another admonishment. "Renjun, it's not your fault that the child cried. I didn't expect that reaction from her either. But you should have stayed calm and continued comforting her, instead of blowing up at y/n's comments there and then. In doing so, you upset the child more".

"Yes sir, I understand," Renjun replies meekly, head bowed.

Sicheng sighs heavily again, bringing up his fingers to rub his temple as he speaks. "It's not just today. I've lost count of the number of times you've both started fights between yourselves at work, and it needs to stop. I've said it once, and I'll say it again; quarrelling at work is awfully unprofessional. You're expected to settle your differences amicably, not lash out at each other like that. You guys constantly being at each other's throats is gonna stress the animals out too – and it's not gonna be good for any of them, especially Jing Jing".

Your heart does a nosedive as soon as he mentions Jing Jing. You'd never considered the negative impact the constant arguing would have on her! Your mind flashes back to that "conversation" you'd had with her, and you realised why she wanted so badly for you and Renjun to work peacefully together.

"I'm not saying that both of you have to like each other, but that both of you need to work on getting along better at work, because good communication is key. Is that clear?" Sicheng concludes, shooting both of you with an expectant glare.

"Yes, sir," you echo after Renjun, mind still in a blur.

Sicheng nods, satisfied with the response. "Good. Go on and pack up, after this you can go off for dinner".

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The clean-up session is muted, a stark contrast to the usual intense squabbling between both of you as you sorted out things in the enclosure. As you wipe down the glass walls, you reflect on your earlier actions, shame and guilt finally settling in like ink on white cloth. You honestly had no idea what drove your unprofessional behaviour back at the guided tour.

And in the first place, you couldn't put your finger on why you hated Renjun so much to begin with.

Caught up in your thoughts, you fail to notice the presence of your colleague beside you. "Hey, I'm sorry," a soft voice comes from beside you, making you jump in shock. It's Renjun who's beside you, averting his gaze from you as he mumbles his apology. "I shouldn't have reacted so aggressively earlier".

His words hit you like a bolt from the blue, leaving you stunned. In that moment, your hatred for Renjun gives way to admiration for him, as you realise how humble he really is at heart. Sure, he was in the wrong too, but you should have been the one to step up and say sorry first, considering that it was you who'd initiated the whole incident.

"No worries," you whisper, giving him a small smile. "I should be apologising. I lashed out at you first and started the whole thing".

"We both were in the wrong," Renjun concedes as he picks up another mop and begins to help with cleaning the glass walls as well, and you hum in agreement.

Another period of silence between both of you follows, only this time, it carries an air of comfort and peace about it and not the usual thick tension. You don't know what drove you to do such a thing, but in the moment that follows, you say something you never dreamed that you'd ever say. "Hey Renjun, I realise that it's not gonna benefit anyone if we stay stuck in this endless volley of arguments. It wouldn't allow us to get things done efficiently, and it'd also stress the pandas out. From now on, can we put our bad blood behind us and get along? At least just at work," you suggest, sticking your hand out to offer him a truce.

Renjun's eyes glaze over thoughtfully as he looks at your outstretched hand, contemplating your offer. It doesn't take him long though, because before you know it, he's taking your hand in his and shaking it firmly. "Truce. I'm honestly tired of arguing with you all the time, and I hope we can get along better from now on," he replies, beaming wider than you'd ever seen from him before.

Wow. His smile is kinda adorable.

You dismiss the fleeting thought from your head, praying that you weren't blushing as you turn away from him, smiling from ear to ear. "Shall we go look for the rest to have dinner?" he suggests as you pick up your tote bag.

As if on cue, your stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl. You had forgotten to bring your wallet, ao you didn't eat lunch, only telling your friends that you weren't hungry. However, the painful hunger pangs seemed to be growing minute by minute, and you found yourself in desperate need of some sustenance. "I didn't bring my wallet," you admit, still in disbelief at your absentmindedness. "I'll tag along, but I won't get any food," you decide, choosing to use the time to socialise with your friends.

"You need to eat something. I'll pay for your meal," Renjun offers kindly. "I have more than enough money for myself, so don't worry".

Hearing this, your heart swells with gratitude. "Thank you so much! I'll pay you back tomorrow," you promise, folding your hands together in gratitude.

Renjun waves his hand, dismissing you. "It's alright. My treat," he insists, making his stubbornness clear through his tone.

"I can't accept that, Renjun – just allow me to pay you back," you attempt to reject his offer again, but to no avail.

"It's fine! Take this as my way of making up for being such an asshole to you for so long," he laughs, once again showing his pearly whites.

"Fine then. Thanks so much, Renjun," you stutter, cheeks lighting up red again. "I'll repay your kindness next time".

"It's no problem," Renjun says quietly, the soft, sweet smile still on his face.

You had to admit, it felt nice – refreshing even, to hang around your enemy without the usual atmosphere of animosity, and in your heart of hearts you hoped that your interactions would be more like this from now on.

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"Y/n, don't forget to add Jing Jing's supplements into her breakfast," Renjun reminds you as you both go about the bustling kitchen, rushing to prepare food for the pandas.

"I'm on it!" you answer, swiping the jar from a shelf in the corner. "Two tablets, right?"

"Yep!" Renjun's distant reply sounds out as he rummages through a cupboard on the far end of the room.

"Alright, thanks!" You proceed to dish out the amount that you had to give her, then crush up the pills and mix them into her food.

It's been about a month since you and Renjun decided to call a truce with each other, and things were going much better than before. Initially, there were some minor scuffles, but you'd both managed to talk things out instead of yelling at each other again. Now, you were both able to have a peaceful working relationship with almost no disagreements. Occasionally, your heart would choose to beat a tad bit faster, or your face would heat up just by the slightest bit as you talked to him, even if it was something just as simple as asking if he would be joining you guys for dinner, or how Tao Tao was doing. Yet, you could never quite pin the reason why down. However, slowly but steadily, you found your friendship with him growing stronger, like a newly-budded flower in the springtime. But as the friendship blossomed…so did those other feelings, which you just brushed aside the best you could.

"The vets are coming later, right?" you fact check with Renjun, who bobs his head in reply.

"Yep, they are. Gonna do another ultrasound on Jing Jing and update us on how she's doing," Renjun says, summarising what you'd heard.

"I'm excited for the arrival of her baby," you comment as you bring the food out.

"Me too!" Renjun agrees. "New animal births are always exciting! I remember when Sarah was pregnant with Cedrick – all of the zookeepers couldn't stop talking about it for weeks," he gushes as he recalls the time a new baby tapir was born. "When Sarah was due, Sungchan stayed overnight with Sicheng and the vets to ensure their well-being".

"Wow, he’s so dedicated," you gasp, feeling a sense of admiration towards your friend, while making a mental note to treat his behaviour as something you should model.

Renjun nods emphatically. "He really is. That's what I admire about him, and I hope to have the same level of commitment towards our pandas," he comments, smiling as he thought of his colleague and friend who'd shown such high levels of dedication to their work.

At that moment, Taeil arrives. After a quick chat, he sets up his equipment and gets to work on Jing Jing. "Her progesterone levels have peaked and are now on a downward trend. This is a sign that she's likely within weeks of giving birth," Taeil informs both you and Renjun, who are waiting anxiously at the side.

Upon hearing the news, you both let out a unanimous gasp, following with a flurry of questions coming from both of you. "How's the baby?" "When's the due date?" "Is Jing Jing healthy too?" "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Taeil chortles and then gets you and Renjun to calm down. "Both Jing Jing and her baby are okay. She seems to be about 3 months pregnant, so the projected due date would be between 28 May to 6 June. As for its gender, we won't be able to tell until about six weeks after it's born". Taeil slowly addresses all the questions you and Renjun bombard him with, patiently explaining everything that you wanted to know.

"Right now, continue to ensure that she eats healthy and gets sufficient sleep. I'll also prescribe her another supplement – she'll have to continue taking this one until a few weeks after her pregnancy, but after she's given birth she can stop the other one".

Taeil leaves after handing you the bottle, and both you and Renjun fly into a frenzy, jumping around the enclosure like excited toddlers who'd just gotten new toys. "She's gonna give birth soon! I can't wait for the cub to arrive!" you squeal, excitement already overflowing out of you.

"Me too! It's gonna be so adorable!" Renjun gushes, eyes sparkling with delight. But while you're both in your state of euphoria, a grumpy, guttural noise emits from the other end of the enclosure.

"Oops. We woke Liang Liang up," you realise, softening your voice.

"Oh yeah. Sorry boss," Renjun turns to face Liang Liang, doing a small bow while apologising. Amused by his actions, you burst into guffaws, and get the same reaction from Liang Liang again. "Shhh!" Renjun quickly quiets you down, while chortling softly to himself.

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The bunch of you were out at dinner together. Having grown bored of eating the same things over and over again, you all decided to find a different place to eat. A few google searches and a mini-poll had led you guys to a cafe in a nearby shopping mall that sold all sorts of Singaporean dishes.

Throughout the meal, you and Renjun periodically giggled and chatted quietly, just between both of you as you sat next to each other at lunch. You both hadn’t been talking about anything much, mostly about Jing Jing and her cub since the news about her cub had sent you both over the moon.

“Y/n and Renjun, you guys seem to be very thrilled about something today. Care to enlighten us?” Jeno questions, looking up from his chye tau kueh staring in you and Renjun’s direction when you nudge him for the umpteenth time.

Uh oh. Your friends' curiosity had been piqued. You exchange glances with Renjun, his panicked look matching your own. “Should we tell them?” you whisper to Renjun. He takes a moment to think, before responding with a soft smile and a nod.

“What, are both of you dating?” Haechan asks, a teasing smirk forming on his face.

“What the hell, no!” a unanimous exclamation comes from both you and Renjun. “There’s nothing between us!” you add, desperation in your voice. “Anyway…you remember the pandas me and Renjun got assigned to take care of? The female, Jing Jing, has been pregnant for a while, and she’s gonna have her baby soon,” you reveal.

A stunned hush falls over the table. Right after, the excited chatter starts up again, even more intense than earlier. "Wait what? No way! When's the baby due?" Mark asks, his jaw dropping to the floor.

"In about a few weeks," Renjun answers.

"We're gonna welcome a new baby panda soon!" Haechan exclaims, eyes shining with glee.

"I can't wait to see it," Jisung enthuses.

Amidst the mini celebration, Jeno's brow furrows with worry. "Wait, but doesn't that mean that the zoo flew her over while she was pregnant?" he questions.

"Yeah, pregnant animals shouldn't be on flights. Wouldn't they be stressed?" Shotaro adds, sharing his friend's concerns.

"Yeah, it was so irresponsible of them!" Renjun says, incensed.

"Sicheng called the other zoo to talk to them about the panda. I heard they're facing charges for their irresponsibility," you say, putting all their concerns to rest.

"Phew, that's good," Jisung responds. "Also, Jaemin, you good? You’ve been so quiet, I thought you’d be more excited over the baby panda," he asks, turning to his colleague.

“Yeah, it’s just…Haechan has a point,” Jaemin says, the sudden change of topic stunning everyone. Noticing the quizzical expressions on everyone’s face, he explains himself. “I mean c’mon, don’t Renjun and y/n act like work husband and wife to you?”

Hearing that makes you nearly spit out the sip of iced milo you had in your mouth. “Care to explain?” you ask, statement coming out harsher than intended.

That doesn’t faze Jaemin though, and he takes a bite of his chicken rice before continuing. “I mean, they’re so close now, close to the point where they’re having conversations without us? Even at work you guys keep teasing each other and laughing at everything the other says. Kinda sus, is it not?” he explains, glancing around the table. To your shock, a few heads nod, agreeing with the koala keeper.

“But they used to fight all the time!” Shotaro points out, and you nod and point at him in agreement.

“See? There’s no way we could be a couple ever, with the amount of fighting we did in the past.

Sungchan rolls his eyes, sighing dramatically and taking a sip of his teh ping. “Come on, guys. It’s all in the past, is it not? Besides, don’t act like you guys don’t go looking for each other first thing after morning team meeting! ‘Renjun! You ready?’ ‘Give me a while, y/n!’ ‘Alright, take your time!’ ” Sungchan does his best to reenact what a conversation between both of you usually went like, using a sickly-sweet tone to mock both of you.

“Yeah and besides, hasn’t everyone heard the saying ‘couples fight’? Maybe all your fights in the past were just foreshadowing, you know,” Haechan looks up from his nasi lemak, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Renjun rolls his eyes at the hippo keeper, adding a long, exasperated sigh. “There’s really nothing, guys. Just ask y/n,” he replies, glancing over at you as you nod emphatically.

“Renjun, you’re blushing,” Jisung pipes up. Though his tone was quiet, it carried a teasing lilt to it.

“I’m not!” Renjun protests as his hands fly to his cheeks.

“Dude, it’s okay! You’re not alone. Y/n’s cheeks are pink too,” Mark says, doubled over in laughter.

Your own hands come up to your cheeks, and to your horror, there’s heat radiating from them. “It’s because the laksa is too spicy!” you fib, making up a lame excuse.

Chenle’s hand shoots up faster than a rocket. “I call bullshit!” he exclaims, finger pointing at you. “You haven’t taken a sip of iced milo from the moment we arrived here, and plus, it’s well known that you have the best spice tolerance among all the zookeepers!”

You sigh for the umpteenth time again. For once, you wished that you could have dinner alone just so you could enjoy your food in peace. “Really, guys. There’s nothing,” you reply calmly, reiterating your point from earlier.

“Denial is the first stage of acceptance,” Jaemin reminds you with a smirk, and you respond by punching him hard in the shoulder. “Renjun! Your girlfriend hit me!” He says, fake crying and clutching his shoulder.

Renjun shakes his head, totally unimpressed by Jaemin’s performance. “Not gonna help you there. Serves you right,” he replies coolly before going back to his roti prata.

Shotaro’s giggles sound from the other end of the table. “Renjun, you didn’t deny the ‘girlfriend’ part. Is this your way of admitting that you and y/n do have something there?” he teases, eyes turning into half-moons.

This time, Renjun throws his hands up with an even louder sigh. “Oh come on!” he yells, exasperation showing through more.

Just like that, the rest of dinner goes on, with the others teasing you and Renjun while both of you repeatedly denied the “allegations”. Despite your vehement denial of it, your heart fluttered and pounded in your chest like there was no tomorrow, and you somehow didn’t mind the teasing as much as you seemed to.

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The long-awaited day finally arrived – the day of the panda cub’s birth! Excitement coursed through your veins as you packed your things as fast as you could – including a sleeping bag, a set of pyjamas, and a towel. Yep, you and Renjun had agreed to stay overnight at the zoo to await the birth of the cub. A spring in your step, you make your way through the green metal gates of the zoo entrance.

“Y/n! Ready to welcome Jing Jing’s new child?” Renjun’s voice is the first sound to reach your ears as soon as you enter the staff area.

“YES!” you squeal, bouncing up and down as you toss your bag into the cupboard. “I can barely wait!”

“Me too!” Renjun exclaims, holding your hands and jumping up and down. You feel your heart pause as he takes your hands in his, only for it to resume pounding several times faster than previously as a wave of heat makes its way up your cheeks. However, you pay no heed to the feeling and continue to giggle with him like excited schoolgirls. “You brought your stuff?” he asks, and you nod in earnest. “Sweet! We’re all set!”

An unimpressed sigh resounds in the staff lounge. “Couple’s going on a date huh,” Haechan says, glancing at you and Renjun.

“Goodness sakes, Haechan, it’s not a date! We’re just here to ensure the well-being of Jing Jing and her baby,” you attempt to reason with the brown-haired boy. It’d been a few weeks since your friends began teasing you, and slowly other zookeepers and even vets had joined in, much to your frustration.

“It’s alright, Haechan. Let them deny for as long as they want to. They’ll accept it soon, I’m sure,” Sicheng’s voice sounds from the entrance as he reappears, grinning at the both of you. He makes his way to Haechan and whispers something to him, and the latter erupts into giggles as Sicheng quietly sniggers. “Y/n, Renjun, don’t worry! I’ll help the both of you make an announcement during our team meeting next time,” he says teasingly, earning groans from both of you.

Gosh damn, even your boss had joined in the teasing.

That aside, the rest of the day progresses smoothly, save for teasing from a few other zookeepers. You went about your usual activities – preparing food for the pandas, playing with them and training them, showing guests around, until the day was about to draw to a close and the vets came to check up on Jing Jing again.

“Okay! Looks like the baby’s due tonight as expected, hopefully all goes well tonight!” Taeil chirps, wrapping up his examination of Jing Jing. “You’re both staying behind tonight to check up on her, right?” he inquires, packing up his vet kit.

“Yes, we are! We’ll be around to assist you guys if we can,” Renjun replies, an adorable smile on his face. Wait, did you just call him adorable again-

“Sweet! See you both around later then, enjoy your date,” Taeil finishes off with a grin, then rushes off.

“Gosh, how many times have people joked about us dating already?” Renjun groans, burying his head in his hands.

“I don’t know – I can’t even count anymore,” you admit, attempting to count in your head. “Whatever. Let’s go back to the staff room and get our stuff. Do you wanna go out with the others for dinner?” you ask, opening the door and leading him out.

You shake your head. “I’m feeling really lazy tonight, let’s order in. Since the vets are staying as well, we can order for them too,” Renjun suggests.

“Alright then,” you reply, getting out your phone to order. “Can we order from that Singaporean cafe we ate at the last time? It was so good, I swear. I can still taste that sumptuous laksa on my tongue,” you say, dreamily gazing into space and licking your lips as you think about the delicious bowl of noodles.

Renjun watches, laughing at you. “If it’s what the vets want too, sure thing,” he replies. “I thought it was really good too”.

You take orders from the vets, and soon the food arrives. Everyone gathers in a circle on the floor to have dinner together, and the bunch of you chat away happily. Surprisingly, there’s no teasing from anyone – just talk about Jing Jing and her panda cub.

“Hey y/n, how much was my ban mian? I’m the only person that hasn’t paid you back,” Renjun asks, opening the banking app on his phone after dinner to transfer you money.

“It’s alright. My treat,” you say, winking at him as you gently bring his phone down. “You treated me to dinner last time, let me do the same today”.

“But-”

You shush him. “No buts,” you declare, giving him a look that says “this conversation is over”.

A small sigh leaves him. “Thank you so much,” he whispers.

Just then, Taeyong walks back into the room. “Hey, you guys can chill in here until we call you guys, alright?” he informs.

“Okay, thank you!” Renjun responds back, and Taeyong makes his exit.

Since there was quite a lot of time left, you and Renjun decide to bathe, then meet back in the staff lounge. He’s done before you are, so by the time you emerge, towelling your wet hair, he’s already in his sleeping bag, scrolling through his phone. However, he looks up the moment you walk in. “You look pretty in that,” he says, and you realise that he’s complimenting your pink and white pyjamas set.

“Thank you,” you respond, and you’re sure your cheeks are just as pink as the pyjama blouse you’re donning. “What are you looking at?” you ask, rolling out your own sleeping bag and settling down next to him.

Renjun shrugs. “Just photos of our friend group,” he answers. “You can come take a look too”.

He tilts his phone towards you, and continues swiping through photos on his phone. You’re surprised to see that you were in quite a number of the photos. Though two of you had been in the same friend group for all the time you’d been working at the zoo, you thought that Renjun would have zero photos of you as he’d delete them all. Knowing that he didn’t detest you to the point of erasing all of your photos from his photo album warmed your heart a little, as petty as that would sound.

“Wait, oh my gosh, this one’s hilarious!” Renjun laughs, finger stopping over a particular photo, and you sit up a little straighter to have a better view of the photo. It showed a person in a tiger onesie, curled up on the ground. A net was thrown over the figure, while the vets and several zookeepers – you recognised them to be Sicheng, Kun, Mark, and Jeno – poked and prodded at the figure on the ground.

Recognising the photo, you burst into laughter as well. The photo had been taken during the emergency response drill Sicheng had put all the staff through one day without warning, designed to prepare everyone for dangerous animal escapes. The drill consisted of a zookeeper – you remember that it was Yangyang – running around in a tiger costume, pretending to hurt other staff. Meanwhile, the staff on the emergency response team – namely the vets, Sicheng, Kun, Mark and Jeno had jumped into action, pretended to tranquilise the “tiger” and check that he was completely out before wrapping Yangyang in a net. The rest of you had been tasked with rounding up visitors and evacuating them to either the cafeteria, visitor information centre or one of the activity centres to hide while the emergency response team neutralised the threat. You’d been lucky enough to get a front seat view of the whole thing, having brought the visitors to the visitor information centre, where all of you watched the whole thing from behind the transparent glass doors, agog with curiosity.

“I remember this! Everyone thought it was so funny. Shotaro was in the visitor information centre with me, and he couldn’t stop giggling!” You recall, remembering the number of times you’d had to shush both him and yourself, since you were trying very hard not to burst into laughter yourself.

“Same. Chenle was in the cafeteria with me, and gosh, he wouldn’t stop laughing,” Renjun recounts, looking at you with an expression of disbelief on his face. “I was so done with him”.

As you both continue looking through the photos, you continue to talk about the various memories behind all of them – some happy, others wholesome, and others plain hilarious and nonsensical.

“Honestly, how did we end up hating each other so much in the first place?" Renjun suddenly asks, stopping you in your tracks as you turn to look at him with a stunned expression. “No, I’m serious. What drove us so far apart in the first place?”

The question he’d just asked was a loaded one – one that could possibly bring up many sour memories, and ruin the good relationship between both of you if not answered tactfully. You hesitated, not sure if you wanted to talk about it now.

However, you also knew that if you both didn’t sort out whatever had driven a wedge between both of you in the first place, you’d both never truly be able to be friends. Plus, this was pretty much the only time both of you would be alone together. Bracing yourself for the uncomfortable conversation that was to follow, you suck in a deep breath and answer him. "It was the moat incident, wasn't it? The one that happened the first day I arrived?"

"Oh yeah!" A look of realisation comes onto Renjun’s face at your answer. “That one where we both fell in. Now that I think about it, that was so terribly ridiculous,” he chuckles.

"Can't believe we ended up hating each other just because of one fall into the moat," you answer, giggling yourself. What Renjun had said was right – it truly was absurd and silly how you’d both allowed one small incident to ruin what could possibly have been many months of a positive, memorable relationship between you both.

A hush falls over Renjun, and he stops laughing. "Actually…there's more to it,” he whispers, so quiet that you almost don’t hear him.

"What do you mean?" you ask, genuinely curious now. What else could there be to it?

"It's just…oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing to admit. It's my fault that we hated each other,” Renjun groans, burying his face behind his hands.

"I'm sorry what?" You ask gently, totally bemused now. “Could you explain further? I really don’t get what you mean”.

“Alright, here goes,” Renjun groans, removing his palms from his face and taking a huge breath. “When you first joined, I saw you and thought you were really beautiful. Like, not just outside, inside too. I saw how sweet you were with every other zookeeper, being so willing to help all of them although you'd just joined, and it really amazed me. Honest! I began reflecting on myself when I saw how you gladly assisted all of the staff that needed help to the best of your abilities. Then when you came to help me clean the spider monkey exhibit, I tried to approach you and make conversation. I got terribly nervous, and ended up tripping, though,” he explains, recounting the events of that fateful day.

"Oh yeah, I remember! You pulled me in too,” you reply, patiently waiting for Renjun to continue.

"Yeah, I panicked! I was already feeling embarrassed after falling into the moat in front of you, and the realisation that I'd pulled you in by accident as well only served to increase it. I should have just recovered, apologised, helped you and then introduced myself properly, but I lashed out. I guess ever since then, we've just been horrible to each other. I'm sorry. I really shouldn't have lashed out at you like that," he concludes sheepishly, scratching his head.

The memories of that day came rushing back to you again, and you tried to put yourself in his shoes. Imagine tripping in front of your crush and taking a huge splash into a pool of water – yep, definitely mortifying. Your heart began to ache with sympathy for the boy beside you, realising how humiliated he must have felt then. "No, it's alright. That happened so long ago! I'm sorry, I snapped at you too,” you reassure, adding in the apology that he deserved too.

"If only we didn't let something so trivial drive such a wedge in between us. Maybe we wouldn't have had such a sour relationship for so long,” Renjun sighs, staring at the ceiling with a wistful look in his eyes.

"Yeah…to be honest, I was really nervous to talk to you too. When preparing the koalas’ breakfast, Jaemin and Jisung couldn’t stop talking about you! They kept talking about how you were such a great friend to be around, and how they admired your sense of responsibility, and how funny the jokes you told were – Jaemin even thought we’d get along great!” You felt that Renjun deserved to know your side of the story as well, so you spilled the beans.

“That didn’t turn out too well, did it?” Renjun replies, chuckling in response. “We literally acted like bears with sore heads around each other after we met.

“Also…I thought you were striking too. My heart stopped when I walked into the spider monkey enclosure for the first time that day!" you exclaim. “It was quite a shock when you pulled me into the moat, and then proceeded to yell at me. To have such things happen on the first day of work was really embarrassing, and I took my frustration out on you too,” you practically rap out your explanation and look away, feeling your cheeks heat up again.

Renjun chortles in response to what you said, but the faraway look in his eyes told you that there was something more he had to say. You pause, looking at him, waiting for him to say his piece. A few moments later, he breathes in deeply, and opens his mouth to speak again. "...this is really awkward to admit, but I think even during the time we supposedly hated each other, I'd been harbouring a crush on you. I just thought that too much damage had been done to fix anything, so it would be pointless to try,” he sighs, and you hear the regret in his voice.

You pause, taking what Renjun had just told you in disbelief. It had definitely taken him lots of bravery to say that to you, and you decided that since he’d been brave, you should be too. You take a while to consider your next words carefully. “It’s not, Renjun. I do believe part of me has always liked you more than I wanted to admit,” you respond softly, smiling as said boy turns to face you, mouth agape. “It just became way more obvious to me after we began getting along much better, you know?"

A sliver of a smile forms on Renjun’s lips, and it gradually grows, until he’s smiling from ear to ear. "If that's the case, let's go on a date some time…?” he suggests, his tone slightly timid. “I mean, we shouldn’t rush things due to how we used to have so much bad blood between us, but if you want to give things a try, we could”.

You were now smiling so widely that your cheeks ached, but the euphoria that blossomed in your heart outweighed the mild ache in your cheeks. "Of course!" you exclaim, taking his hands in yours and looking at him, taking in the way his eyes sparkled with jubilance, and the adorable snaggletooth peeking out from between his lips as he smiled. “Gosh, they’re gonna tease us so much when they find out about this,” you chuckle.

Renjun shrugs, way too elated to think about it. “Who cares. We’ve got each other,” he says, drawing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

Time seems to freeze in place, as both of you continue to stare into each other’s eyes. However, you don’t know what force possesses you to do so – you grab both his cheeks and hug his mouth with your own. Initially, Renjun’s eyes widen in shock, but he soon reciprocates as well, and when you pull away, you’re stunned to see that his eyes are full of lust. He walks up and shuts the door with a resolute “bam”, and quickly returns to you, pulling you out of your sleeping bag.

“Tell me to stop.” He demands, looking straight into your eyes.

“What?”

“Tell me to stop right now.” He takes a step forward, his eyes full to the brim with lust and his hands shaking with how much he’s holding himself together. You’ve barely been in the room for a minute, but your clothes are already sticking to you from the intense heat.

“I don’t understand,” You reply back as he keeps moving toward you. You take small steps back in return, “I don’t know what I’m stopping you from.” Half of you is playing dumb right now; you know what Renjun wants from you just by the look in his eyes. The other half just wants to hear him say it himself.

“I’ll fuck you the way you deserve. Right here, right now.” Renjun’s voice is too angelic to say such nasty words, but he growls them out like he’s a tainted angel. You’re pressed against the cement wall of the room now, Renjun just a step away. You lean into him slightly.

“Do it.”

It’s all the permission Renjun needs to feverishly connect his lips to yours once more.

The action is so sudden, you don’t remember how Renjun got close to you so quickly. Despite his forcefulness before, his lips melt into you like chocolate melting over a fire, so hot and delicious that you just want more. His hands hold the sides of your face, pushing back your hair and his body pushing you back into the wall.

He sucks on your bottom lip, softly biting afterwards and making you let out a whimper, and then a moan when his thigh pushes between your legs and further presses you against the wall. Amidst the kissing, you pull his pyjama top off and break the kiss while you’re at it.

“I’ve been thinking about you since….” Renjun hums at the thought, his hand sliding up your bare thighs and under your nightgown, then he grips your ass and brings your core down onto his thigh, the friction enough to have you letting out a strangled moan.

“Since the day I first saw you.” He finally whispers and connects your lips once again. His hand on your ass doesn’t move, his other hand is placed on your waist as he helps you ride the rough material of his pants. Renjun can only watch your reactions; the way your head lolls back into the wall and your eyes screw shut, holding onto Renjun’s shoulders tight enough he’s sure there will be marks afterwards.

“Fuck— Renjun, don’t stop, please.” He’s mesmerized, absolutely addicted to how you look and sound right now, and it’s all because of him. The thought spurs him along, he removes your jacket and you blindly help him in removing your top and bra. You must look like a mess right now, especially since you’re coming close to your climax just by Renjun’s touch and his thigh. Not to mention the sweat dripping down both of you, a glistening sheen coating your skin that makes Renjun let out a low growl before he leans down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth.

He sucks and swirls his tongue, and you can’t help but moan his name again, digging your fingers into his blonde hair and tugging. Renjun moves from your chest downward, not letting an inch of your stomach and hips go past him without a kiss and a nibble, leaving you breathing heavily. He makes his way down to his knees and folds your nightgown up, glancing at you from his position.

“You don’t wear anything under here except your panties?” You nod, your head stuttering as Renjun applies pressure with his thumb over your slick hole, a wet spot already there to greet him.

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby.” He groans and leans in to swipe his tongue over your center making you shake as a response. He slides your underwear down and throws it somewhere to the side, catching the sigh of your arousal dripping down your thigh. His intense stare makes you shake him, embarrassment crawling over you at how he’s not reacting.

“Are you shy?” You whine, not really answering his question. “You don’t need to be. You’re beautiful.” The softness from his voice contradicts his more dominating tone from before, but you don’t have time to think about it before he dives in. You sigh in content when the pressure in between your hips caused by Renjun turns into pure pleasure. His tongue laps at your essence and his lips suck on your clit, you can tell he’s trying to find what exactly will make you tick.

When Renjun slides a finger into your hole unexpectedly, you jump and whimper a bit but the feeling of him sliding in and out along with his tongue circling and sucking on your clit makes a knot form in the pit of your stomach, tightening up your muscles and making your eyes roll back.

“Right there. Oh my god, right there…” You keep repeating, praying that Renjun treats you good and let’s you come. He adds another finger and you gasp, starting to move your hips in rhythm to his hand, holding onto his shoulders for more stability. He glances up at you, watching your eyes screw shut and your tits bounce as you use his hand to get yourself off. Renjun hums against you, and you can almost feel the ecstasy of coming undone, until Renjun pulls away. You groan, feeling like crying when your orgasm fades.

“Hey..” You whine, pouting when Renjun stands back up and licks your juices off of his lips. He has some on his chin and you bring your hand up to wipe it away, Renjun stopping your hand and kissing the wetness away, then kissing up your arm and to your shoulder, up your neck and to your ear. He tugs at your earlobe, licking the skin under it and biting some more, his hands sliding up your waist at playing with your nipples, pinching a little to get whimpers out of you and making your hips buck up, ready to continue where Renjun left you at.

That’s when you feel the hardness in his pants; it must be painful. That’s why you understand his next words, whispered into the shell of your ear between kisses: “You’re not coming until I’m in you, got it?”

You nod quickly, attaching your hands to Renjun’s zipper and button, undoing them and sliding down his pants.

“But, you’re gonna need to do something for me…” He says, helping you pull down his boxers, watching his angry, red length swing out. You gasp, feeling a bit bad that you just left Renjun like this to eat you out, but you’re sure you can make up to him now.

“What is it? I’ll do it.” Your hands run over Renjun’s sweaty shoulders, moving away some longer hair in the back of his head that’s sticking against his neck.

“You’re gonna have to yell my name. I need you to let everyone know who’s doing this to you— who’s making you feel good, okay?” Your breath gets caught in your throat as the words tumble out of his lips. He tilts his voice higher at the end of every phrase to make him sound innocent, but you’re not fooled.

“There’s people outside…” You mumble back, sending a glance at the door. You know the vets are still around – they’re probably at the panda enclosure, but they could still hear if you were unlucky. What will they think if they hear you screaming Renjun’s name? Not to talk about what will happen to your job.

Those thoughts melt away when Renjun’s dick slides between your folds slowly, making you turn your gaze back to him and hold on tight as he lubricates himself over your wetness, holding onto your hips so that you don’t move and take anymore than what he’s giving you.

“That’s exactly why I want you to scream. Can you do that for me?” He asks and you nod frantically, doing almost anything to get his dick inside you. You’re not sure what’s going to happen once you step out of this room, but at least you know Renjun is going to give you the best fuck you’ve had in a while, and you know it’ll be worth it for what’s to come after all this.

“Finally…” You moan when Renjun’s length disappears into you inch by inch, going slow as to not hurt you. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as he bottoms out, picking up your thigh to hang it over his hip and wrapping his other arm around your waist to keep you close. You hold onto him, adjusting as he kisses your lips sweetly and carefully, and waits to move his throbbing cock through your velvety walls.

“Go, Renjun, move….” You whisper, and he looks at you confused.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” He asks, cocking his head.

“Please, move.” You say louder, but he shakes his head and purses his lips as if he still can’t understand.

“I said, fuck me, Renjun. Please, can you fuck me already?” You all but scream out, your voice almost cracking at how whiny you sound. No doubt, if someone passed by outside they would’ve heard you. The thought makes you tense up, but it feels so good to be able to yell out what you want.

“Your wish, baby.” Renjun mutters before he starts rocking into you. You both groan at the sensation, Renjun’s hips speeding up as he gains more momentum. His lips don’t leave yours, kissing you into oblivion while his dick stuffs you. He has you against the wall, his hips powering away and you don’t dare to disturb him, realizing he’s burning all of his anger away as well.

“Yes, Renjun, fuck me just like that…’’ You moan loudly to spur him on, now not really caring about who’s outside or who hears you, just wanting Renjun to know you love how rough he’s going. He presses you higher up the wall and pulls your legs apart more, hitting a new angle that literally makes you scream out, tears mixing with the sweat on your face as he relentlessly pumps into you.

There are so many things going on at the same time. Your hard nipples and soft breasts rubbing against Renjun’s chest, making goosebumps rise on his arms. Your hot and sweaty bodies are basically sliding against each other. The clapping of his hips against yours no doubt attracts attention from outside along with your screams and Renjun’s grunts continuously get louder as you both get closer to the climax.

“I’m gonna come… Renjun, come in me…” You’re already fucked out, the words barely leaving your lips coherently, but Renjun understands and moves his finger down to find your clit, circling his thumb fast and steady, just like everything else he’s doing.

“C’mon come on my cock, babe. Let it out, I wanna hear it.” And just like that, you unwind and scream his name as your orgasm washes over and takes control, making you claw onto any part of Renjun that you can reach. Renjun feels your walls deliciously convulse around him and with a few more sloppy thrusts, he comes into you and fills you up, staying wrapped up in you as you both calm down.

Renjun presses small kisses wherever he feels like as your breathing settles down, his softness and the caring way he rubs at your sides and hips where he was holding so hard that you’re sure to have bruises makes you smile hazily.

“y/n… I don’t regret any of this.” He whispers into your skin, leaning back to look at you properly. “Do you?”

“No.” You answer truthfully, making his eyes shine and you both smile dumbly, your sticking bodies relaxing. “That sure was...wild,” you breathe out.

“It sure was”. Renjun agrees from beside you.

The happy moment doesn’t last long before there’s a knock on the door to the room. You and Renjun stiffen up as you glance at the door, waiting for whoever it is to announce themselves.

“Hey, Jing Jing’s going into labour,” Taeil’s voice announces. “Come quick!”

Both you and Renjun let out a collective gasp, then hurriedly rush to quickly clean up before you go to the panda enclosure.

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It takes about two more hours, but soon you’re looking adoringly at a newborn panda cub. The vets get busy monitoring Jing Jing’s vitals, and checking on the cub.

“So, any name suggestions?” Xiaojun asks, smiling at the both of you.

Renjun and you look at each other. “What’s the gender of it?” you ask. That was a key piece of information to know before choosing a name for any animal.

“We won’t be able to check until about six weeks later,” Xiaojun informs both of you, laughing at the way your faces fell. “It’s alright! You can think of potential names, and then name the panda when we find out its gender,” he says, consoling both of you.

As quick as your eyes held this downcast expression, they lit up again. “Renjun! Let’s go think of names for the cub!” you exclaim, tugging on his sleeve.

Renjun laughs, seeing the thrill on your face. “Maybe a bit later? I want to stay here a bit longer. The cub’s so cute,” he says, unable to take his eyes off the tiny cub. It’s now suckling from its mother, as Jing Jing licks it between the ears.

You couldn’t deny it – the cub was absolutely adorable, and you wouldn’t mind staying to observe it a little longer. “Sure thing!” you agree, plopping down beside him to observe the mother and child.

Renjun turns to you, an affectionate smile on his face. “I’m so glad we got to take care of this bunch of animals together. I couldn’t have done it without you,” he whispers.

Who knew that all it’d take to find true love was to bear with the one you’d once swore was your worst enemy – and a family of black and white bears and some red pandas. You return his loving smile, knowing that what he said was completely true. “Me too,” you whisper, holding on to his hand as you both sit beside each other hand in hand, watching the pandas fondly.

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rose-likesto-write · 2 years

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Autumn leaves..

Pairing: Lee Junho x Fem reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, maybe suggestive?

AU!: Rival to lovers trope; Supritendent of police, forensic psychologist

Warning (s): swears, mentions of murder, serial killer, victims

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.2 K

A/N: Hey, everyone.. I am back with 2pm fanfics. This is gonna be a Three-shot scenario as requested by my dear anon. Please, it's a small request to kindly give your feedback. It means alot ❤️

Sorry for grammatical mistakes.. 😭

Summary: "Now, I realised that as much as most of us call fairy tales as overrated and exaggerated versions but somewhere and somehow even we wish to have for own selves, for us to remember and for us to tell.. It happened with me as well but by the time I started hoping for one, I didn't realise that it might not be the type of ending I wished but I still didn't wanna give up"

"Wow, Mr Lee that's an amazing write up and I can't wait for the book to be published and read it but please, excuse my curiosity but there is more to it right? As in it feels this is actually from your own perspective like from your life experience or something?"

"Ofcourse, it is dear Lia but wait for the right time though."

Chapter-1 Hate You

“Good Morning Mr Lee, here are some of the updates for the morning that would take you in for a mini ride .”

“I really hope these updates are of some worth; considering how they are the usuals, just about the records being sent to other concerned authorities and receiving back the replies”, said the tall black haired guy to his colleague whose name was Taecyeon. “Well, that's the basic going on but anyways, we have got confirmation from the head to lead an extensive research team and also to set the camps around the scenes where crime has taken pla-

“Woah, how did the Sun rise from the west! Anymore updates?”

“There is something peculiar pattern found in all the victims’ bodies and as well as the background they come from but t-”

At this point the black haired guy frustratedly pulled his hair. “But what Tae?”

Taecyeon took a deep breath before continuing, “The head has requested the national forensics department to join our investigation under the leadership of Dr Kim.”

“No, man!! They are those typical b-

A knock came on the door before Taecyeon called the person inside “Excuse me sirs, but Chief Superintendent General sir is calling you both”

“Thank you officer San! You may leave but keep me updated about the Giva case.”

“I will sir and as of now, a small inquiry team has been set up” officer San said before saluting the two officers and leaving the premises.

A firm knock was placed on the door before a ‘faint come in’ was heard. “Sir, you called us?”

“Yes, I did. Junho and Taecyeon have a seat. So, the sudden rise in crime has shocked not only the whole country but globally there is a spread of fear and worry. From, what we expected to be a cold blooded murder as a part of the revenge or vengenance,there is a lot more to it and by now Taecyeon might have told you by looking at the patterns, the victims’ backgrounds and how they are possibly linked to the area 71 and abandoned streets of Seoul and Busan. Its just not a coincidence; there is more to it from what we believe. Therefore, the division has taken the decision to include the forensics team under the lead of Dr Kim. I hope you will cooperate with each other. Any further questions?”

“No sir” The voices were heard in unison. “Good, you may leave and Dr Kim will be joining from tomorrow.” The Chief Superintendent General said before dismissing the young men.

“You don’t seem that happy when you heard about Dr Kim, is everything okay?” Taecyeon placed his hand over Junho’s shoulder.

“Its not Dr Kim but one of his team member. Dr Y/N, she is the reason why I am frustrated, as my headache now will turn into migraine and as much as I wanna avoid her but she somehow comes back into my life.”

“Is she that bad?” Taecyeon asked while raising one of his eyebrows. “I mean, I don’t know what actually happened and now we literally loathe each other’s presence at least she does.”

“What about you?”

“I also don’t like her presence-

“There is a difference between not liking and loathing someone and their presence. Anyways, I will find solutions for you, okay?” Taecyeon said before hugging him.

“Y/N, did you hear the news?” Jennie asked with a bored look. “What news Jen?”

“We have to work under Dr Kim on the new rise of mystery murders by the serial killer along with the national police.”

“You gotta be kidding me. No? Why?” Y/N said with a worried look. “Why are you so worried and upset? Scared that the serial killer might come and be like surpri-

“Oh shut up!!! T-thats not the case.”

“Then?”

“Him?’

“Him who? Oh wait! Are you sure that he is still in there?” she said with a surprised look.

“Yes, I have seen his pictures with Tae.” Y/N said with a slight pout.

“Y/N, its been ages!! You two can’t act like this! What was the actual reason for it though for what happened between you and Junho” Jennie with a disappointed look.

Y/N sighed deeply before speaking , “It had been way back to high school. We were acquaintances or maybe friends but some misunderstandings happened and there was no clarity but at the same time I didn’t wanna confront him, considering how his friend circle was. We were at each other’s throat and still are. Just looking at him, I still get furious but sometimes I feel is it valid? And his actions justify my emotions for him, anyway we need to get ready for the meeting.”

“Then, why did you act like you didn’t hear the news? Because you wanted to talk about him, huh?” Jennie smirked which earned her a smack. “Ouch, it hurts!” she whined. “I mean, its you we are talking about. The way you present stuff is great.” You said with a small smile before rubbing her shoulder where you smacked.

“So, guys this is our new home till the investigation gets completed. Please try to make your acquaintances while me and Chief Superintendent General will have a minute’s talk.” Dr Kim said and with that he went out for a short conversation.

Throughout the little interaction glares and hot stares were exchanged with little venom dripping through sharp responses.

“We met again Y/N. Hopefully, you won’t be as much as the pain you were before.`` Junho said as he put his hand forward.

“As much as you might be kinda happy to trouble me but I am not in the mood. So, if you wanna save yourself from a prescription of heavy doses of painkillers and consultation with a doctor, STAY AWAY FROM ME!” You sad with a stern look while shaking his hand.

“Didn’t knew that this little ant would be so brave.” He said with a small smirk.

“Well, I think you forgot that as much as an elephant might harm the ant with its power but a small movement and bite is enough for the elephant to surrender. I hate you Lee Junho”

“Likewise Y/N”

With that the two of you went back to your colleagues and started the discussion of this new coming challenge.

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thetaleoflevi · 2 years

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3AM

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Pairing: Levi x fem!reader

Content: NSFW, Modern AU

Content Warnings: 18+ smut, explicit language, unestablished relationship, Levi and Reader are just fuck buddies, mentions of masturbating (m. and f.), mentions of edging (m.), mentions of sex toys, sensory deprivation, finger sucking, oral (f. receiving), Levi wishing he could love reader rather than just lust over her, HICKEYS EVERYWHEREEEE, mentions of breeding, Unprotected sex (BE SAFE), Overstimulation, 18+ smut x2

Word Count: 3.5k

Description: It’s 3am, the perfect time to text Levi to see if he’ll take charge of you in bed. He can’t say no to you, he’s in love with you, and you know it. You don’t need something like that, is what you’ve told yourself enough to be convinced that you don’t need tenderness, love, or affection. You just need some good sex.

A/N: It’s finished! I did something! You see that?! Okay, thanks for reading. Bye! :) Jk, enjoy!

⭐️Taglist: @urfilgoth

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Hey, are you awake?

It’s 3am. Why do you even ask? You know I am.

Can you come over?

Why?

I need help.

How am I gonna help you?

Let’s do the thing we did last time.

Remember when we said that would be a one time thing?

I do, but we both knew it wouldn’t turn out that way.

Come over, or i’ll text someone else.

Don’t. I’ll be there in a few.

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You smile to yourself. Levi isn’t available for anyone else but you. He’s silently possessive and bends to your will so easily because he would rather handle you himself than see you with someone incompetent. You, on the other hand, count on him to satisfy your needs because he’s not soft like your other options. He knows your limits like the back of his hand, and it secretly makes you happy to know that he won’t say no to you for the sake of keeping this nonexistent arrangement between you two.

You hear a knock on your door and get excited. Your eyes widen at the accessory Levi has in his hand, and you silently thank whoever’s listening to your thoughts for giving Levi such a sadistic mind.

“Nice to see you again, Levi.”

“Right,” he responds, removing his shoes.

“Hey, there is no room for grumpy Levi. Be nice or go home,” you say with crossed arms.

“You don’t like when i’m nice.”

“Fine, fine. Let’s go.” You lead him to your bedroom, walking ahead because he knows his way around by now.

He shuts the door behind you both, locking it to enhance the ambience of it just being you and him.

“You really like taking up my time, huh?” He walks towards you. You’re sitting on the bed, undressing yourself.

“You like giving me your time.” Your shirt goes over your head, and is thrown to a corner of the room along with your pajama pants.

“You’re not wrong, but it’s three in the morning, doll. You have fingers and you have toys.” He takes his hoodie off. There’s no shirt underneath it.

“Do you think I would have texted you if my fingers or some toys were enough?”

“I guess not. Maybe you’re finally realizing that you don’t just want a dick inside of you, but you want a warm body against you as well.” He takes his sweatpants off, folding them and setting them down along with his hoodie.

“No, it’s just more fun when I don’t have to imagine the scenario. I like moaning names. Yours is a very elegant name. Definitely, one of my favorites.”

He looks at your form, almost completely naked for him with no shame. Your palms lay flat on the mattress as you wait for him to join you on the bed. You can see the outline of his erect cock standing out against his boxer briefs, a spot of pre-cum staining the undergarment already.

“Do you want me to turn around?”

“Why would you do that? You’ve undressed me before.”

You shake your head, a light chuckle escaping your mouth at the naïvety of his answer.

“You’re going to blindfold me, aren’t you?”

His gaze shifts over to the black satin blindfold hanging on the doorknob. He picks it up, feeling the smooth, velvety texture on his fingers. It’s a vivid reminder of the nights he’s spent pleasing you until his name was the only word rolling off your tongue.

Levi himself uses that blindfold when he misses your body, but is too shy to ask if he can come over. He imagines your hands run over his body, touching, teasing, squeezing. He edges himself like a good boy, trying to remember how long you made him wait to cum the last time he submitted to you, so that he can mirror the experience. He calls your name like he has seconds to memorize the way it sounds, when really, he can’t forget it.

“Right, sorry. Please, turn around.” He says, getting closer to the edge of the bed.

You sit on your knees, waiting for the blindfold to veil your eyes. It’s usually quick, but Levi was being suspenseful today.

“I know you don’t like softness, but I want you to know that you’re the closest thing to perfect in my mind.” He sets the blindfold down next to you, giving himself a second to feel your skin. The gentleness gives you goosebumps. You can feel his chest against you, his hard on prodding at your lower back. “Once this blindfold is on, it’s just roughness, and pain, and a race to see who felt more pleasure. I want you to know that I feel much more than that.” He sighs as if it was relieving to get that off of his chest.

“That’s all.” He picks the satin strip up again, shading your eyes immediately.

The familiar darkness makes you smile. You know Levi made a pretty bow with the ends of the strip. You feel the warmth of his hands on your shoulders, guiding you towards the center of the bed. He pushes you down on your hands and knees, chills running down his spine when you chuckle at the light aggression.

“Just like that, Levi. Be cruel to me. I can take it.” You decide to try and provoke him by laying down, a sadistic smile on your face that only served to rile him up even more. You give him control, you do what he says, but you like playing with him, too.

“Oh, you didn’t want me in this position? What are you gonna do about it?”

“Stop moving, brat. If you won’t stay in the position I wanted you in, you can at least follow this simple instruction, right?”

You bend your knees, pushing your thighs together for the friction to alleviate some of the ache between them. Levi watches with wild eyes, the way your plushy thighs mold together, the way you bite your lip, humming with satisfaction.

He snaps out of his daze, pulling your legs apart, unbending them.

“You’re tragic, angel. I knew you wanted me to come here so I could put you in your place.” His hand tenderly caresses your cheek, in no way an indication of what was going through his mind.

You grab a hold of his wrist, bringing his hand closer to your lips. It hovers above your lips for a second before you put his index and middle fingers in your mouth.

A shuddering gasp escapes him. For someone so obsessed with being clean, he sure had a sick fascination with the way your saliva made his fingers glossy, and the way your tongue felt wrapped around his fingertips.

You released his fingers with a pop—a sound that made his brain buzz with pleasure.

“You know better than to touch me like that,” you say, releasing the hold you have on his wrist.

“Like what, darling?” He asks, staring in awe at the remnants you left his fingers.

“Tenderly, lovingly. You know exactly what I mean. Now are you going to fuck me or are you going to hold my hand the entire time?”

“I don’t see why I can’t do both.” His eyes focus on the way your lips twist into a smirk.

His lips brush against your chest, a feeling that shocks you to life. The contact brings a tinge of red to the area, to your cheeks, and your neck.

“You’re not that touch deprived, are you?”

You let out a loud laugh.

“You’re not that special, Ackerman.”

“I don’t know if I believe that, but i’ll keep going for the sake of my time.”

“Your-“

His finger goes to your lips, a silent indication for you to stop talking. You think it’s okay because he touches you right after.

He kisses your neck, a feeling that isn’t totally soft because of his possessiveness over you. He likes seeing the aftermath of his lips on your skin because he knows that any color that isn’t your skin color, was his doing.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as he keeps going, sucking on the soft flesh of your neck like a vampire. You purr as he goes down your body, leaving splotches of red on every part of you that falls victim to his kisses.

“You’re so used to having me do this for you, pretty girl. One day, i’ll let you call one of your other hookups, just to hear about how dissatisfied you were when they didn’t meet your standards.” His hands glide down the sides of your thighs as his mouth reaches the end of your stomach, nearing your pelvis. “Until then, i’ll keep you fed.”

He looks up at your face, your bottom lip caught between your teeth being one of the only indications you give that lets him know you’re feeling good, because the blindfold blocks the carnal glint in your eyes. The other clue being your hands twisting into fists in the sheets.

There’s so much silence after Levi’s final word. He doesn’t mean to keep you waiting or to make the anticipation kill you, he just wants to appreciate you within the time that you trust him with your body. Messy hair suits you, especially when the strands look like rays of sunlight surrounding your face, in the way that they splay in different directions around the pillowcase. It’s a detail you would never give him the time to notice if you were in control.

He kisses your inner thighs, leaving sore marks on them. It stings, but you like it, and you’ll let him leave as many as he wants on you.

He licks the first stripe of many on your cunt, and you immediately tense up at the feeling, your hands scrunching the sheets beneath you up more. You shudder, a quiet breath escaping your lips.

He does it again, watching the way your thighs shake slightly through his peripheral vision. He’ll never get over the difference between how much you talk, and how much you can handle. He never says anything about it, but it makes something inside him gloat.

“Keep going,” you whine when you want him to go faster.

“Only if you say please,” he teases, lightly kissing your cunt.

Your mouth opens to say the magic word, but you find it difficult to say when he latches onto your clit.

“P-Plea…se…” you say, elongated, and littered with choppy breaths.

You gasp, your hand quickly landing on Levi’s head, fingers threading into his silky locks.

He laps at your cunt with a precision you’re debilitated by. It’s truly astounding the way Levi tames your bratty, nonchalant, way of being, with just his tongue. Your attitude subsides so quickly.

“More, m-more! Oh—more please!” You release the hold you have on his hair, planting your hand on the mattress to aid you in sitting up. You lean on your palms, your head thrown back with ecstasy coursing through your veins. You love the way Levi doesn’t care about you making a mess on his face. If you don’t do it, he does it for you. His chin is doused in your juices, his nose is shiny, and all he can taste is you.

You whimper, and your brows pinch together beneath the blindfold, and you try to say his name, but you can’t contain the barrage of moans that he induced with the final strokes that pushed you into this euphoric daze.

Your arms give out, and you’re on your back again, trying to catch your breath.

He pats your thigh, silently begging you to give him a number, but you’re too busy trying to breathe, and stretching your limbs to notice.

“Give me a number, love,” he says, verbally this time. His voice is slightly breathy—he almost came. The spot on the front of his boxer briefs, where the precum drooled out, is now bigger.

You put three fingers up, groaning as you stretch your back. You show no signs of being uncomfortable, a lazy grin etched on your face doing a good job of showing it, but Levi is careful. He always has been, always will be. Also, he only agreed to do this for you because you promised to be vocal about things you liked and things you didn’t like. Your number is crucial for Levi.

“Thank you.” He goes up the bed, sitting next to you. He immediately checks the blindfold, touching it to see if it’s still dry.

“You did good, sweetheart, but the blindfold isn’t coming off yet.” He leans down to kiss the area between your brows, which is concealed by the smooth fabric as well.

He removes his boxer briefs, his cock in desperate need of relief. It stands tall, the bright pink tip engorged, with pearls of precum threatening to slide down his shaft. He groans at the slightest touch.

“Come here, princess,” he says, grabbing your hands to guide you onto his lap. “Ready to sit on my cock?”

You nod, giggling at the gesture. You’re pulled into his lap, your knees on either side of his legs until you comfortably sit down.

He inhales sharply when his tip brushes against your slick folds.

“H-Hold on, hold on, wait-”

You sink your ass down until your thighs reach his thighs, your cunt swallowing the entirety of his length within seconds. Nothing could have prepared him for the sensation, your impatience doing very little to help him.

You cling to his chest, breathing almost as heavily as him as you adjust to the fullness in your cunt.

“What’s wrong, baby? C-Cat…got your tongue?” You ask, rolling your hips against him.

“No, you lecherous brat. You can’t just drop yourself on me like that.”

“Might explode prematurely, huh?” You taunt, still moving your hips steadily.

“You must really want to bear my kids, huh?” He says, mocking your last word.

You throw your head back, laughing. You still hold onto Levi’s shoulders for dear life, to ensure that you don’t lean too far back.

“That was a good one.”

“You talk too much,” he says, pulling you close for a kiss. His hands ride up your body, groping and pressing into your delicate skin. Despite these gentle touches on your surface, Levi does a great job of rearranging your insides with accuracy.

Your make out doesn’t hide the panting on his end, or the way you moan into his mouth. If anything, it enhances it due to you both attempting to keep up with each other’s lungs. As always, though, you steal his breath away as he steals yours.

“Oh…fuck me. Fuck me, Levi. Just like that,” you cry when you pull away from his hungry lips. Your skin feels feverish, sweat forming on your neck.

Levi bows his head, his lips finding your skin, ready to bruise once again. His teeth sink into your neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to say ‘last night happened’ without actually saying it.

One of your hands stays on the back of his head, the other on the back of his neck. Your fingers play with the short hairs, slowly merging into his soft velvety locks.

“More, Levi. More,” you whine, trembling at his relentless thrusts.

“You’re never really satiated, are you?” He asks, tightening the grip he has on your waist.

“Mm-mm,” you hum, shaking your head.

“I’m gonna need you to look at me. Fuck the blindfold.” He reaches behind you, pulling one long end until the knot loosens, and the blindfold slides off your face.

You squint, having little time to adjust to the light in the room, or to look at Levi before you’re pushed onto your back. He hooks your legs onto his shoulders, admiring the excited glimmer in your eyes in the process.

“You sadistic little thing. Keep those eyes on me.”

“Not a problem. Just keep fucking me into the morning, and you’ll have my eyes on you all you want,” you say, grinning as he aligns his tip to your entrance.

As promised, you stared deep into his eyes as he fucked into you like you were a senseless doll. It’s the way your eyes were so expressive that had him sinking his nails into your thighs. The pleasure only intensified when he felt your unwavering gaze. You can now see what he’s feeling, rather than just hearing it, and vice-versa. You can see the way his abs roll along with his hips, the way his chest pounds with every pant, the sweat that drips down his temples, the look in his eyes as he restrained himself from filling you to the brim with his cum.

You almost forgot that your eyes were supposed to stay on his. You quickly diverted your gaze from his arms hooked around your thighs, to his lustful eyes.

“You just love taking up my fucking time, but you can’t follow simple instructions for me,” he says shakily, his adam’s apple bobbing.

“You look fucking sexy, Levi. Sue me.” You say, fisting the sheets.

He puts your legs down, keeping them bent. Your hands are forced to release the sheets, in favor of holding Levi’s hands. He interlocks your fingers, holding them down on either side of your head.

“Is this too close for you?” He asks, your noses touching.

“Not at all,” You whisper.

You would admit to him that the short proximity makes you feel a little shy, but that would only serve to either boost Levi’s ego, or to get you scolded by him.

His thrusts are so concentrated now, the accuracy making your toes curl. Despite the intensity, there’s no way he can miss the crease between your brow when he hits a good spot. He looks intently at the way you bite your lip, wanting so badly to kiss you through this.

“F-Fuck, i’m gonna cum.. Oh fuck—please, Levi..”your eyes get blearier as your orgasm builds up more and more.

He allows you to break away from his gaze, for the sake of amplifying the stimulation he’s providing you. He peppers kisses along your jaw, muttering dirty things to you as he trails down your neck.

“I know the others don’t make you feel like this. You’re trembling, angel. This is why you text me first, right?”

“Mhm!” You hum, nodding frantically.

His cock nudges the sensitive area within you repeatedly, bringing your orgasm to you with an intensity that made you want to curl up. Your eyes shut tightly, and your thighs trembled as you tried to shut them with Levi still wedged between them. You said his name like it was the only thing you knew, which was true at the moment. You attempted to pull your hands out of his, but found it to be futile when he kept them pinned down.

He continued to thrust slowly into your clenching cunt, your whimpers getting higher in pitch as you withstood the overstimulation.

“Shit—I’m gonna cum. Fuck.”

“Cum inside me. It’s okay. It’ll be okay.”

“Y-You can’t go back on this. In or out?”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, and pulled your hands out of his softened grip to cup his cheeks.

“In, Levi.”

He inhaled sharply as he felt hisself unload inside you, his nails digging into your skin, leaving red trails from your waist to your stomach. He looked majestic, moaning and whimpering like a virgin that’s been deflowered, rutting shamelessly into your pussy until he trembled as much as you did. He shuddered as the last of his essence spurted out into you.

The bed shook as he tossed himself next to you, both of you still breathing unsteadily.

“Give me a number,” he says, setting a hand down on your stomach, his fingertips tracing the bright red lines.

“High six,” you slur.

“Are you okay?” He asks, using the little strength he had to prop himself up on his palms to look at you.

“I’m great,” you say, that familiar lazy smile returning to your face.

He sighs with relief, laying down again.

You’re waiting for him to ask the question he asks every time he comes over. This time you’ll surprise him.

“Do you want me to stay?” He asks, prepared to quickly grab his clothes and leave like the previous times when you’ve said no.

“Yes. Please stay, Levi.”

His heart starts racing. You’ve never asked him to stay with you before. He doesn’t know if he should sleep in the same bed as you, or go sleep on the couch to give you boundaries.

“You can sleep in here with me if you want, but i’m letting you know ahead of time, I’m not changing the sheets until I wake up.”

His nose wrinkles for a second, making you laugh, but nonetheless, he agreed.

You took the time clean your bodies up a little, nothing too detailed, but you didn’t want to sleep with his cum inside you.

Just as you both were about to knock out, he hit you with a question you couldn’t give a good answer to in that moment.

“Why won’t you let me love you gently?”

“Because that’s not what I need right now.”

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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Housewarming

Pairing: dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem reader (goddamn Prince Charming looking dilf AU)

Words: ~1.3k

Summary: You and Steve get you used to the new house.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, anal play, pussy job, manhandling, unprotected anal sex, pussy spanking, spit kink, multiple orgasms, squirting, genital piercings, kinda bimbofication) no plot, impatient Steve, dilf Steve (y’all know he’s his own warning), dirty talk, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: You guys, their sex lid is gonna get even more insane now that they’re living together, Christ. 🥵🥵

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You let out an obscene moan when Steve swiped his tongue over your swollen clit again, thankful that his mom had agreed to take Sarah until tomorrow because there was no way your were going to be able to hold back with how fucking good his mouth felt on your needy little pussy while he pinned your knees to your chest with one massive arm.

Not to mention the three fingers he had shoved up your ass at the moment. He hadn’t even been able to make it to the bedroom once his mom and the Barnes were out of the house, his mouth on yours as soon as the front door closed as his big hands gripped as much of your sweet body as he could while he pretty much devoured you. You were naked and spread out on the kitchen floor before you even knew what happened, whining desperately as he purred into your open mouth how he’d been thinking about finally getting to fuck that tight ass of yours ever since you’d brought it up at thanksgiving.

That was an hour ago, and the only closer you’d gotten to feeling that big dick of his split you open was him slipping another thick finger into you after he drew out another two orgasms from your exhausted body. He was being so sloppy with it too, his new beard rubbing your folds and thighs raw as he rubbed his face all over your poor pussy and purred deeply. You whimpered when he spat on your clit again, a satisfied hum rumbling through his whole body as he watched the thick liquid drip down your fluttering cunt until it was coating his fingers as he plunged them into your ass slowly.

“Mmm, good girl, taking me so well.” Steve bit at your inner thigh gently as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, groaning at how swollen and shiny with spit and slick your pretty hole was after all the attention he’d lavished on you. “Think you’re ready for me, doll.”

“Been ready for thirty minutes.” You moaned into his mouth and gave him a lazy grin when he curled over you, tangling your fingers in his hair and opening up for him as he yanked his sweats down his thighs just enough that his leaking cock could spring free. “Need it.”

“I know, baby, gotta slick up first though, fuck.” He growled when he started dragging his cock through your puffy folds while you leaked cream all over him. “God, you’re already such a mess, gonna ruin our floor baby.”

You couldn’t help but feel all warm in your chest when he referred to the floor as belonging to both of you, even when you felt the pierced tip of his cock slipping lower until it was teasing over your puckered hole. He had talked about taking the ring out before doing this, since he was already worried about you being able to take all of him. But then you had almost slapped him and told him he was never allowed to fuck you without that thing in unless he wanted you to leave him, and it’s not like he could ever actually deny you anything.

“Steve, oh my god.” You keened when his leaking tip slid over your clit, the precum making an even bigger mess of your cunt as Steve pressed your knees even closer to your chest when he leaned into you. “Quit being a fucking tease.”

“Alright.” Steve pressed his lips to your as he started sliding his hips forward when his tip caught on your pretty hole, cooing into your mouth when your jaw went slack and you let out a silent scream. “Shh, just relax baby.”

You were trying. You thought you were ready but as soon as his tip slid inside you your brain shut down, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he worked his way deeper. When his hips finally met your ass your vision whited out, your eyes rolling back in your head and a strange, thin sound escaping from your throat as a pleasant, burning warmth spread through you. You might have come already but you weren’t totally sure.

“Shit, baby, need you to talk to me.” Steve let out a sigh of relief when your eyes fluttered open and you gave him a very sloppy looking grin, cupping your cheek gently and resting his forehead against yours. “Did I break you, doll? You just had like a three minute orgasm.”

“I did?” You blinked stupidly up at him while he stroked your cheek, your words slurred and your vision still a little blurry. “Why’d ya stop?”

“Baby, I never even started.” He chuckled when you murmured nonsense against his lips, your fingers tangling in his hair while you tried to get him to start moving by wiggling your ass underneath him. “You wanna stop?”

“Nonononononono.” You grabbed his hair and smashed your lips to his, still babbling dumbly while he grinned at you tightening your limbs around him. “Steve… Steve, ‘s good. Just a lil more, yeah? Please, fill my ass, Steve.”

“Alright.” Steve gave a small thrust of his hips and swallowed your small cry, picking up speed until the lewd sounds of skin slapping together filled his - your kitchen. “Do love breaking that brain of yours.”

All you could do was mewl like an idiot while he pounded into you, digging your nails into his neck as your whole body shook with pleasure. If you had been more conscious you might have been embarrassed at just how easily you coming apart from him fucking your ass, but it was Steve’s massive cock, it wasn’t your fault you turned a little brainless.

“Just look at you, so fucking messy, and I’m not even touching that sweet little pussy.” Steve licked your ear and you keened, rolling your body into his when he gave a particularly vicious drive of his hips and made you spasm. “Want me to touch her, baby? Want me to play with that pretty clit until you squirt all over me while I fill that ass?”

“Unh, Steve!” Your whine sounded pathetic even in your fucked out state, but you couldn’t care when he kept cooing those filthy things in your ear while he kept plunging his cock into you. “Spank it.”

“Mmm, filthy girl.” Steve bit at your jaw playfully before leaning back, drawing his hand up slowly then giving your pussy a wet slap that made you scream. “Shit, baby.”

“More, again.” Your nails were making dents in his forearms as you gripped him hard, your pussy fluttering around nothing and leaking all over his cock when he smacked it again. “Steve, ‘m so close.”

“Good, give it to me.” He slapped you right on your swollen clit and you shrieked, your release gushing out of you and squirting across Steve’s abs while you sobbed desperately. “Good fucking girl, squeezing me so hard. Gonna fill this tight little ass up.”

You could only moan as his hips started slowing down and he let out a deep growl, shocks still traveling through your body while he pumped you full of his cum. Steve kissed your palm when you reached up to run your fingers through his beard, keeping up the slow roll of his body and groaning as you milked him for everything he could give you.

Once he was spent he collapsed on top of you with a curse while you both panted heavily, rolling until you were laying on top of him and nuzzling into his neck.

“Eight months Stevie.” You rested your chin on his chest and gave him a lazy grin. “We could’ve been doing this for eight months.”

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Intersect, Part 4 | KNJ

Intersect, Part 4

Definition: To meet and cross at a point; To share a common area

✫✫✫Intersect Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: KNJ x fem!reader; MYG x fem reader

Rating: M (🔞), NSFW

Genre: Office!AU; enemies to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Word count: 6.4K+ words

Warnings: office banter; excessive cussing; secret office romance; unrequited love; pining; hints of toxic relationship; explicit sexual language; grinding; oral sex (F-receiving/mentioned, M-receiving); alcohol consumption

Summary: You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes–until you’re forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

A/N: I apologize in advance for having to do this after the love I've shown Yoongi on the last update...but it's all for the drama!!! Again, this is a work of fiction--and not to mention a KNJ-focus so... 😬

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“No, no, no, Namjoon!”

“Yes, YN!”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Jin rolled his eyes and blew out a raspberry as you and Namjoon argued in circles. It was as if he had turned completely translucent in the last few minutes. You called an emergency meeting because you couldn’t make Namjoon’s budget proposal work. You suggested decreasing the number of client meetings in favor of adding more site visits and including an exit interview for participants–but Namjoon disagreed.

“Guys—what if—“

“No, Namjoon! Scaling back on the data collection will compromise our response rates,” you argued, cutting Jin off mid-sentence. He shut his mouth right away and thought about leaving the room…and if he did, would either of you even notice?

“But scaling it back leaves more room for client check-ins and follow-ups—wouldn’t that be better than a third survey?” Namjoon tries to reason.

You let out an exasperated breath, trying to give Namjoon another counterargument. Back and forth you went again. Pointing at your spreadsheets and other successful projects under previous client contracts, giving him additional evidence of how your approach is better and meets the client’s criteria based on their Request for Proposal.

Namjoon pushed back–arguing that the company needs to be more client-centric. They were spending the money and it would be in your best interests to give them more of your time rather than allocating the money to more respondent questions–which could lead to survey-fatigue.

You exhaled sharply once more–trying your best to keep your last ounce of patience in check. “Namjoon,” you began calmly. “The Moonstone Foundation knows our work. They know that we care about their grant recipients based on our previous projects. I have that direct line to their CEO–I can give her a call or drop by her office on my own dime to give her the follow-up. I don’t need that worked into the budget.

What she and the board wants–is to know that the money they’re putting into these programs are helping people. And if it’s not, they would like to know how to change that. They can’t know that if we don’t actually hear from beneficiaries. Beneficiaries, who are people. People, Namjoon. Not data.”

He looks away, flexes his jaw for a moment then looks back at you. “You’re being too subjective with this, YN.”

“So what if I am? The program that they want us to evaluate is one that benefits women and children in crisis. How can you not be subjective about it?”

Your eyes lock with his while you gently tap your fingertips on the table to drive your point home. “These are the cases that fall through the cracks–the ones that the government overlooks. The Foundation is fulfilling that need and if we can help them broaden their reach? Think of the change they can make. All those people that they can help.”

Namjoon throws his head back and looks up at the ceiling. He flexed his jaw back and forth–the wheels were turning. He knew he was done for. This was why he pushed so hard to recruit you. Because you cared on a whole different level. This was the whole point of public policy–it was supposed to be more about the public…who would then affect the policy.

“Point taken,” Namjoon yields to you.

You beamed, clasped your hands together and somehow managed to stifle a squeal. “Jin, you think we can input those new numbers now?”

You both turn to where he sat at the head of the table, only to find that his seat was empty. He had left his own office.

“What the—where did he go?” Namjoon wondered.

You and Namjoon then walked out of his office, agreeing to email Jin new budget revisions for his approval.

As you both walk back to your office, you spot him coming off the elevator, walking towards you with a large cup of boba tea and a croffle.

“Hey, is that from Aqua Club?” You asked.

“Yep,” he answers with his mouth full. “All that arguing worked up an appetite in me.”

“Isn’t it usually crowded during this time of day?” Namjoon remarked.

“Yeah! Imagine that,” Jin says sarcastically.

You grimaced, wondering exactly how long you and Namjoon kept going back and forth with the numbers.

“Jin-hyung, we agreed on the new budget—“

“Oh, did you?” Jin asks incredulously.

You cleared your throat. “We did. Uhm, sorry about—earlier.”

“Next time you guys call a meeting, make sure you have all your shit together. The end of the fiscal year is coming up and I don’t have a lot of free time so I’d strongly prefer that you not waste it!”

As he walks away with a huff, he quickly calls over his shoulder. “Get me the new budget proposal in my inbox within the hour!”

******

After sending off the new numbers that you and Namjoon agreed on, you hear your phone vibrating. You check the caller ID and see that it was Jungkook.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi noona…I’m not bothering you, am I?” He sounded dejected on the other line.

“Not at all. I just sent something off and have a few minutes free. What’s up?”

He groans. “Ah…this whole week at school has been killing me. My advisor has been riding my ass–not in a good way–and I just need a break.”

“Uhm…okay. W-what sort of break were you thinking? Are you flying off somewhere? Going to mom’s?”

“Nah. I’d rather not tell her about this…because she’s probably just going to tell me to suck it up and I just want a little peace. I was wondering if I could come hang out with you for the weekend? I was planning on driving up tomorrow, so I can get there Thursday night–stay the weekend then drive back Monday?”

“I don’t mind you staying over but aren’t you going to miss school?”

“My grades are in good standing as of the beginning of the term and my other subjects, I can check in with my professors online.”

“Alright, well–if you’re sure your ass is covered then I’m fine with you coming over for a visit.”

It occurred to you that you hadn’t mentioned recent developments with Yoongi. Since your brother was arriving at the end of the week, you wondered if it was too soon to do an introduction.

“Have you been super busy at work? I was wondering if we could do something fun together,” he asked earnestly.

“Well…it’s been busy but not anything I can’t delegate to my team so we can go out while you’re here.”

“Nice! I can’t wait,” he says excitedly.

“Uh–it’s also possible that someone might come hang out with us.”

“Ooohhh–is this your guy?” he says with a tinge of intrigue.

“Yeah. It’s been a few weeks…not too crazy,” you tried to downplay it.

“A few weeks? You’ve been holding out on me, noona!”

“Shut up, Kookie,” you said lovingly. “We’re trying to keep it professional at work, which is why I haven’t really talked about it much.”

He laughs on the other line. “Well–I’d be happy to size him up for you,” he teases. “Or did you already take care of that?”

“Fucking hell, Jungkook,” you said, rolling your eyes while his howls ring in your ear.

******

That evening, after work, you went to Yoongi’s place and ate in. Afterwards, he ate you out.

Yoongi was getting out of the shower, and you were trying to zip up your dress, getting ready to go back to your place. You would have stayed the night had it not been for his impending trip tomorrow.

“What time do you leave?”

“I’m getting on the 8AM flight since there’s a bit of a time difference when I land there. I want to get some sleep before a marathon of lectures the next day and then a bunch of meet-and-greets with potential job candidates.”

“Wow. I vaguely remember my job talk,” you said nostalgically as you tried to fiddle with the back of your dress.

He walks up right behind you, clasping both sides before sliding the zipper up before resting his hands on your waist, pulling your ass flush against his crotch, which you instinctively start to grind up against. As if those two orgasms weren’t enough–you were getting greedy.

“It was quite the out-of-body experience for me,” he says before planting feathery kisses on your neck. You moaned softly at the contact, tilting your head back further into his mouth.

“I’m going to miss you,” he says in between kisses.

You turned your head immediately towards him. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s been a fun few weeks, right?”

Hmm…you felt that it was a little more than ‘fun’ but you weren’t about to ruin the moment. You turn your body to face him, palms resting on his chest.

“Listen…uhm…so, my brother is visiting over the weekend. I was thinking that we could hang out with him one night–perhaps dinner?”

He loosened his hold on you.

“Uh…your brother?” With his change in tone, you felt him slowly retreat from whatever moment you were having.

You started to scramble. “Or…or not. I mean–you know, we don’t have to. I wasn’t sure if we were at that stage.”

Shit. Did you use the word ‘we’ too many times in the last minute? You hadn’t really discussed this with Yoongi. Obviously, it doesn’t feel like you’re on the same page if he just said that the last few weeks have been ‘fun.’

“N-no, no. I think it would be fun to hang out with your brother.”

There it was again. Fun.

“Really, Yoongi–you don’t have to. I figured, around that time, you’d be coming back from your trip, probably tired–”

He shuts you up by pressing his lips on yours. “YN–I don’t mind. Just call me to let me know what you have planned and I’ll make it work. I’d love to meet your brother.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you.”

And boy, did you thank him. You pushed him down on the bed and pulled his half-hard cock out of his sweats. He jerked hard when you pulled him in with easy suction, hunger and need tingling down his spine. His head fell back as his thighs tensed, letting you take what you wanted.

******

The week zips by quickly and you realize that Jungkook was already set to arrive later today. You were worried that you might be working late and miss his arrival so you told him to come meet you at the office instead. You didn’t want to risk leaving a copy of your key out where anybody could access it.

Plus, it was a good excuse to pry yourself away from work.

You gave the front desk of the office building a heads up that you were expecting a visitor, likely after office-hours but to send him up anyway as long as he presented his driver’s license for identification.

It was past 6PM when you sent a quick text to him, confirming that you were still at the office.

[Kookie] 6:25PM: Found street parking! Coming up in a bit.

[You] 6:26PM: 'Kay. Just check in with your ID and come up to the 12th floor. I’ll meet you by the elevators.

A few minutes later, you get another text from Jungkook saying that he was on his way up.

You get up from your chair and walk down to meet him by the elevators.

The doors open and his big, bunny smile is the first thing you see. You both squeal in excitement as you jump into each other’s arms. You haven’t seen each other since the holidays as work has kicked up for you and the school term has been incredibly heavy for Jungkook as well.

You walk him back to your office as you wrap up your last few emails. You couldn’t wait until the next few days because this proposal was finally on its way out the door and the staff retreat was going to be a great way to unwind.

The office was mostly empty since half your senior staff were at the conference–you, Namjoon, and a handful of other staff stayed due to deadlines.

All other junior staff had gone home for the evening.

Jungkook looks out the window, the city lights twinkling in the distance.

“This looks nice.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I could see why you love staying late,” he jokes.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t do it all the time. It’s crunchtime on this proposal so I’m trying to make sure that I have all my ducks in a row, you know? If we get this contract, it will be a huge deal for us.”

“You don’t have to explain it. It’s your job–and you love it.”

You gave him a small smile and turned back to your screen, finishing up one last email. After you hit ‘send,’ you pull up your food delivery app on your phone and ask him what he felt like eating for dinner. Your brother was not a picky eater and would definitely eat everything in sight, if he could. You settle on galbi, tteokbokki, kimchi fried rice, and a double serving of chicken wings.

After you place the order, you gather your things and walk out of your office together.

As you slow your steps towards the bank of elevators, you see another figure walking out of his office. His head was down, looking at his phone as he took his quick strides towards the elevators.

You tried to act casually so as not to alert Jungkook but pressed the call button repeatedly, almost in a panic--willing the cab to come up before he closed in on both of you.

Just then, Jungkook turns around just in time to see Namjoon look up, slowing his steps towards where you both stood.

“Oh, look, noona. I guess you’re not the only one working late tonight.”

Namjoon gives you a small nod in acknowledgment as he stands a good distance from you and Jungkook.

Since the elevator took its time coming to your floor, you didn’t want to be rude.

You cleared your throat. “By the way, this is my brother, Jungkook. He’s visiting for a few days from university. Jungkook, this is my coworker, Na-ahem-joon,” you mumbled his name on purpose, hoping your brother would ignore it, shake his hand politely and that would be the end of it.

Your brother turned to Namjoon and took a step towards him. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jeon Jungkook. And I’m so sorry, I think my hearing has gone bad from blasting music too loud but I didn’t catch your name?”

“It’s Kim Namjoon,” he says as he shook your brother’s outstretched hand.

Hands still clasped, Jungkook slowly turned his head towards you, eyes bulging, lips curving into a sly smile. “Kim Namjoon? You’re Kim Namjoon?”

You die a little inside from embarrassment. All those phone calls you spent ranting about Namjoon to your brother. You never thought they would actually meet. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you right this second.

“Uh, yes,” Namjoon says, slightly confused. “Have we met before?”

He looks back at Namjoon. “No but I’ve heard so much about you–owww!!!” Jungkook yelps as you pinch him on the back of his arm, right on that sensitive, fleshy part above his elbow.

“Sorry, I thought I saw a spider crawling up your sleeve there,” you said.

As Jungkook rubs his throbbing skin, Namjoon stifles a smile when the elevator doors finally open.

You hurriedly step in. “Anyway, c’mon Jungkookie! We don’t want to miss our food delivery,” you said as you tugged at his hoodie.

“There’s plenty of room, Namjoon-nim!” Jungkook says as he holds his arm out to block the elevator door from closing.

Jungkook gives you a quick look and wiggles his brows–you give him a silent threat but relax your face when Namjoon steps into the elevator with Jungkook standing in between you two.

“So, uh–what are you majoring in?” Namjoon asks after the cab starts to descend.

“Media and Marketing,” Jungkook replies. “I’m in my final term,” he divulges further.

“Ah. How’s it been?”

“Rough,” he says emphatically. “I just needed a break and YN said I could come stay with her for a bit.”

“That’s, uh, nice of her,” Namjoon comments while subtly glancing sideways at you.

“Yeah–she’s really great,” Jungkook says with a smile as you stand there, keeping your eyes on the elevator floor display screen.

Namjoon smiles at your brother’s admiration of you. “She is,” he suddenly says.

Your eyebrow quirks, thinking that you might have misheard Namjoon’s response. But you couldn’t know for sure because the doors finally open to the lobby and you release what seems to be like a long breath that you had been holding since you got on.

Namjoon steps out first and turns to wish you both a good night.

You start to make your way over to the doors while Namjoon walks over to the lobby bike lockers to retrieve his bicycle.

“Where did you park, Kookie?” you asked.

“Hold on, noona–Namjoon-nim!” your brother calls out.

You cringe inwardly. “Jungkook, let’s stop bothering the poor man,” you almost begged.

But your brother ignores you. “Do you need a lift? I have a bike hitch on my car? We don’t mind!”

“We?” you hissed quietly, glaring at Jungkook.

Although he was tempted to make you squirm further, he declines–much to your relief. “I don’t live too far from here. Thank you for the offer, though,” he says as he walks his bike out the doors and pedals away.

Once Namjoon has rounded the corner, out of sight, you give your brother a shove on his shoulder–the strongest one you could muster–while his cackles echo throughout the empty lobby.

******

[Yoongi] 1:10AM: Just got home. Tired.

It was after 1AM when his text came in…not long after you and Jungkook called it a night–but not before your brother teased you to no end about Namjoon during your dinner.

You shoot Yoongi a quick text back saying that it was totally fine if he wanted to sleep all day instead of going to dinner.

He texted back saying that he’d be fine and that he would see you at 5:30 tomorrow at the restaurant that you picked.

[You] 1:12AM: Glad you're home safe. I've missed you.

You waited a few minutes but he didn’t respond. It was the middle of the night after all and he texted earlier to let you know that his flight had been delayed. He just probably knocked out, you thought.

Throughout the week, you had called and texted each other briefly in the evenings, though it was the middle of the afternoon for you since the conference was across the country.

It was a 4-day conference and by end of day 2, it sounded like it was wearing down on him. His answers were clipped and you even felt a hint of impatience in his voice.

Last year, you accompanied Celina to this conference as a recruiter. As a job seeker years ago, it was nerve-wracking and exhausting trying to fit in meet-and-greets with potential employers and networking. But at least you could pick and choose which events and people to meet.

As a recruiter, you had to attend all lectures and symposiums. It was detrimental as to whom you wanted on your team–and everybody was competing for the best.

For the rest of Yoongi’s trip, you kept it to text exchanges, asking him how his day went. His answers were fairly straightforward. Not a lot of elaboration until you confirmed your dinner reservations, to which he agreed to while he was still out of town.

Even though his last text told you that he was still up for dinner with Jungkook, you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that ate at you.

******

Friday was shaping up to be hectic. You left your place at 7AM due to early meetings and kissed your brother goodbye, apologizing for leaving him to his own devices for the day.

He just grunted and sleepily waved you off in response. You figured he didn’t actually fall asleep ‘til after 4AM since you got up to go to the bathroom at 3:45 and you could still hear him snickering in your second bedroom. He was probably watching something on his phone, with his little galaxy projector reflecting through the bottom of the door.

Between the early morning meetings with your team and another high-priority presentation for Celina, you couldn’t wait til the day was over.

You and Yoongi had crossed paths in the hallways between meetings but hadn't had the chance to talk yet.

He spent most of the morning, hunkered down in his office. Even his chat app was set to “do not disturb” mode so you figured you’d hold off til the end of the day to reconnect.

******

“Okay, budget’s good–”

“We also addressed her last comment about the Methods,” you pointed out.

Namjoon called an impromptu meeting in his office, running through final checks on your proposal before presenting it to Celina.

You were behind him, hovering over his shoulder as he scrolled through your document on the screen. Your breaths softly fanning behind his ear while you quickly read through the displayed text.

He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the involuntary shiver he felt down his spine. “Uh, right. That's…good.” After a beat, he cleared his throat once more in an attempt to refocus. “Did you reorder the staff priority like she asked?”

“Yes, I did, Namjoon,” you snapped but quickly caught yourself before he could react. “Sorry–just a little nervous, that’s all.” You straightened up and got out from behind his desk.

“It’s fine,” he mumbles, dismissing your previous tone. “As long as we addressed all of her comments from earlier this week.”

You nodded, while you stood by the door, checking on a couple more printouts that you brought by.

“You, uh–are you good?” He says, sensing some unspoken tension–not particularly directed towards him.

“I’m okay, Namjoon” you said, reassuring him while trying to push aside your thoughts about Yoongi and refocusing on the task at-hand.

He nods, dropping the subject. “Alright. I guess I’ll see you in a few then?”

“Yeah, see you in a few,” you echoed as you exited his office and walked back to yours, trying to psych yourself out further.

******

Once it was time for your big meeting, you passed by Yoongi’s office on your way to Celina’s office–his door was still shut. You shook your head and thought nothing of it. You figured that he had a lot of work to catch up. And right now, you had a big contract to present to your director before she gave her final endorsement to the client before close of business.

You and Namjoon waited nervously as you both sat across from Celina’s desk while she paged through the printout. She had already read initial drafts and made comments throughout the week, which you had already implemented.

She stops right when she gets to the budget tab where you marked the major changes that you made since she last reviewed it.

“This looks different,” she points to the page.

You leaned over to look at the page, even though you knew full well what section she was referring to. “Yes, we changed that the other day,” you said.

“You reviewed this, Namjoon?” she asks, turning to him.

“Yes. YN made a compelling argument and we were able to adjust the budget accordingly,” he says, sticking up for you.

“And Jin signed off on this?”

Namjoon nodded. “With his full approval,” he adds.

Celina hummed, inspecting the rest of the budget carefully. She hums some more and making small sounds of approval as she moves towards the end of the text.

Finally, she shuts the back cover and places both hands on the printed copy.

She grins at the both of you. “I have a really good feeling that we’re going to win this, guys.”

You and Namjoon both breathe a sigh of relief. Celina then instructs both of you to write one last section–just for clarification purposes because one portion seemed to read a little vague. You apologized for the oversight and promised to rectify it.

Once you had addressed Celina’s final comment, she didn’t need to review it and asked you to send her a single, combined digital file that she can electronically endorse and send off to the client.

After what seems like ages, Jin sends a confirmation email to the whole team saying that the client had acknowledged receiving your proposal and that you should expect to hear back within a week or two.

Your whole team gathered in a conference room, doing a pre-celebration of sorts–mostly to take the opportunity to thank everyone for their hard work. You and Namjoon promised to throw a bigger celebration once you won the bid.

“Oh my god, I need to get drunk tonight,” Mirai says.

“I like that plan,” Taehyung says.

“Are you in, YN?” Jimin asks you.

“I wish I could, guys but I have dinner plans with my brother tonight,” you said regretfully.

“Tell him to come with us,” Hobi urges.

“I’ll have to take a raincheck. I haven’t seen him in a while and just want to spend some quality time with him. I hope you understand. I promise, drinks on me at the next happy hour, okay?”

The team groans collectively but wouldn’t turn down a chance at free drinks–even though it was scheduled in the future. They knew you were good for it.

“How about you, Namjoon? Come on! Let’s get shit-faced!” Hobi says.

“You guys go on ahead,” he waves them off. “I have to sort through the new opportunities that just came in today.”

“Boo!” Taehyung and Mirai jeer.

“Namjoon, it’s a Friday night and we just turned in this monster bid! Even Jin said he’d come out for a couple drinks...or a dozen,” Jimin says with a laugh. “Live a little!”

Hobi glances at his friend, who looks like he’s already had his mind made up. “C’mon guys, let’s leave Namjoonie alone. You don’t get to Associate Director by coming out to happy hours. The work doesn’t stop,” he says a little bitterly, patting Namjoon on the shoulder. “But just in case you change your mind and fun-Namjoon decides to return, you know that the invitation is always open!”

You look at Namjoon who is awkwardly trying to leave the team celebration. You, too, were attempting a swift exit so you could stop by Yoongi’s office.

“Alright guys…on that note, have a great time tonight–I gotta get home if I want to make my reservations with my brother,” you said as you stepped out of the room.

“YN–”

“Hm?” You turned back to see Namjoon stepping out as well.

“Great job,” he says.

“You, too,” you said in response, trying to hide your surprise with his sudden compliment.

“Have a good weekend,” he says with a nod.

You nodded back in acknowledgement then walked away to make a beeline for Yoongi’s office.

Once you got there, you saw his door open–but your excitement was short-lived as you found it to be empty. He had left without saying a word to you the whole day.

You walked back to your office and reached over to grab your phone from your desk. You had completely forgotten to grab it in the middle of your excitement to celebrate with your team once the proposal was sent out.

You tap on your screen, checking whether you missed any messages or calls from him.

There were two messages:

Jungkookie: Hey, noona! Just checking if we’re still on for dinner? No rush but I’m ready when you are. Can’t wait to meet your guy!

Yoongi: I can’t make it tonight. Can we reschedule to Sunday night? Sorry.

******

“I don’t know, noona. That feels like a red flag to me.”

“Jungkookie…” you sighed. “He just got back from close to a week-long trip. Four of those days were spent either talking or listening to people talk for 8 hours straight. And the rest of those days were spent flying across the country. Give him a break.”

“Yeah but couldn’t he have just said that yesterday rather than saying you’ll go then canceling an hour before,” he asked in annoyance.

“He said he’d make it up on Sunday, okay? Let’s just drop it, please?”

Jungkook wanted to argue some more but seeing as you already looked exhausted, he bit his tongue instead.

“I’ll only drop it if you make it up to me by taking me out drinking tonight,” he says.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes! I was really looking forward to going out tonight, noona. C’mon,” he whines petulantly. “You must have some friends on speed-dial or something? It’s Friday!”

You groaned.

“Please…noona…” he does a little pout–the same one he used to do when he asked you to chaperone him so your parents didn’t have to when he went out with his friends.

Next thing you knew, you were dialing Mirai’s number.

******

You arrived at the bar–or was it a bowling alley? A bar-slash-bowling alley? You seemed apprehensive after Mirai told you about it on the phone. Anyway, it seemed to pass Jungkook’s vibe-check because his eyes were practically glowing in excitement.

You spot Mirai and Taehyung at the bar grabbing drinks while Hobi, Jimin, and Jin were at their designated lanes.

Mirai glances back for a moment and see you both standing by the doorway. “YN! You made it!” She exclaims as she comes over to give you a hug.

“And who is this?”

Jungkook flashes his million-dollar smile at her. “What’s up, I’m Jungkook,” he says with a slight lilt to his voice.

“Jungkook–no!” You said resoundingly while shooting him a warning look. If there was one other line you could prevent from getting blurred, it was preventing your brother from flirting with your best analyst.

Mirai giggles. “Nice to meet you, Jungkook. I’m Mirai–are you over 21?” She asked not out of interest but for assurance since your brother had that baby-face look going for him.

“I’m old enough for you,” he says with a low tone, finishing with a smirk.

“Yah–he’s 24!” You give Jungkook an even more threatening look, pulling him to the side to accost him. “You stop this right now or I am calling a car for you to take you back home,” you said through clenched teeth.

He laughs. “Lighten up, noona,” he says under his breath. “I’ll behave, I promise!”

“You guys want to play? You can just grab your shoes over on that side,” she points towards the counter for bowling shoe rentals. “Tae and I were just grabbing refills for everyone if you guys wanted to add to the tab or something,” she says as you both walk back to her.

“Yeah, that’s cool. We’ll go get our shoes,” you said.

After you and Jungkook were fitted for bowling shoes, you walked over to your designated lane and found that they had a bit of an uneven match going.

Jin and Taehyung were teamed up against Mirai, Jimin, and Hobi.

Both teams scored fairly low but in terms of total score, Jin’s team was winning by a couple of pins.

With you and Jungkook joining in, they agreed to reshuffle teams after the last frame. The teams would be composed of Jin, Taehyung, and Hobi against you, Jungkook, Mirai, and Jimin.

As Jin finishes inputting the team names to start a new game, Hobi starts yelling.

“What the fuck! Look who it is!”

Everyone looks to where he was pointing and you find Namjoon wandering around, dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans. It was the first time you were seeing him in casual wear.

“Well, what do you know? This night is getting better already,” Jungkook says to you without the others hearing.

“Shut. Your. Mouth,” you muttered while he grinned at you. He could be such a little shit sometimes.

Hobi puts his pointer finger and thumb between his lips and lets out a loud whistle to call Namjoon’s attention. As soon as he hears it, his head whips around and Hobi waves him over to your lane.

“You actually made it!” Hobi teases as he hugs his friend. He was already buzzed and became extra happy to see his friend finally make it to an office outing.

“Aish…I realized those RFPs can wait a little longer. We did just push out a huge proposal today so–I figured a celebratory drink was warranted,” he says.

“Oh, shit! Now we’ll have an even matchup!” Jimin yells out.

“Well, we get Namjoon since you guys already have four people,” Taehyung says.

“I don’t care–we’ll beat them with two people,” Jin says to him as he takes a gulp of his beer.

“What are the stakes?” Namjoon asks.

“Loser pays the tab,” Hobi says.

Namjoon looks at you. “You agreed to this?”

You shrugged. “Why not?”

He chuckles. “I hope you don’t regret it,” he utters.

You scoffed. “Too much talking–just get your shoes on and we’ll find out soon enough!”

“Don’t worry, noona. We’ve got this in the bag,” Jungkook whispers to you and winks.

After the first game, Jin refused to accept defeat and accused Jungkook of being an interloper since he technically wasn’t a colleague.

Your brother laughs it off and casually mentions that he did a bowling summer camp when he was in high school and still played in a weekend league with some college buddies.

“Fuck!” Jin exclaims in frustration.

“Jin-hyung, don’t worry. We’ll get them in the next game,” Namjoon says.

******

They didn’t.

Hobi threw three gutter balls and Jin, in his frustration–or enthusiasm–managed to throw his ball over to your lane by accident.

Taehyung and Namjoon fared marginally better, breaking 100 on their final scores.

Jungkook ended the game with three strikes in a row–a turkey–and picking up all his spares–but missing out on the last three frames. Still, it was enough to hand your team the win.

But the whole group took it in stride and high-fived each other while still trading little jabs at the losing team.

“Alright, alright. That was fair and square. Since this is my first time out in a while, I’ll pick up the tab,” Namjoon says to everyone’s collective oohs and aahs.

“Are you sure?” you asked him, feeling a little bad that it was his first time out in a while and he gets saddled with a possibly fat-bill considering how much Jimin, Mirai, and Jin drank.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I don’t mind. I got it,” he says. He excuses himself to walk over to the cashier.

The whole group is still buzzing, finishing up the final remnants of food before heading home.

Jungkook seemed to find himself feeling right at-home with your coworkers. He got along quickly with Taehyung and Jimin, already joking around with them as if they’d known each other for years.

You excused yourself to check on Namjoon. You felt guilty and thought you’d at least split the tab since the heaviest drinkers were in your team. As a senior lead, you took it upon yourself to treat your team after having done a great job in the last few weeks as well.

******

Namjoon calls out to the bartender and requests to settle the tab for your lanes.

He leans back, waiting for the bill to be brought to him as the bar was starting to get busy. He figured he’d be waiting a few minutes. He shifts his weight and happens to glance over the entrance.

He gasps when he sees a familiar face walk through the doors. It was a face he hadn’t seen in a long time. He paces himself as he feels his heart race—unsure whether he should turn around or hide behind some other bar patrons. She was closing in on him quickly.

He decides to act cool, ducking his head, his elbow resting on the bar, his hand trying to subtly hide his face—trying his best not to draw attention to himself. With any luck, maybe she’ll just walk past him since she was with a group of friends.

“Joon?”

He releases a breath and straightens out. “Uh, hi, Mayumi,” he gives her a tight smile.

A few seconds later, a man catches up to her and pauses, curious as to what’s stopped her in her tracks.

She tells her companion and the rest of friends that she would catch up to them as they went to pick their lanes and rent their shoes.

Her male companion gives her a quick kiss on her forehead as she nods, giving him some inaudible reassurance.

They stood there quietly, trying to figure out who should speak first.

She was as beautiful as ever—not much has changed. Her hair was shorter, maybe but she looked almost the same as she did when they first met over 8 years ago.

“Long time, huh,” she finally says.

“Yeah. H-how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been good. Really good,” she says as she glances over in the direction where her friends and male companion were.

“And you?” She asks politely.

“Good,” he answers.

“Are you here with anyone?” She says, looking around the place.

“Namjoon!”

They both turn to see you walking up to both of them.

“I felt bad, I thought I’d just split the tab with you,” you said to him.

He stood there quietly, looking at you briefly before his eyes shifted back to this woman whom you didn’t even notice until now.

You felt completely rude and didn’t mean to ignore her. “Oh, hi,” you said awkwardly, feeling like you had interrupted an intimate moment.

“S-sorry, Namjoon. I can go–”

“It’s fine,” she says a little too warmly at you, as if she knew who you were. “I was just about to rejoin my fiance and our friends. It was good seeing you again, Joon,” she says, smiling at him and giving him a squeeze on his arm.

You watch her walk away as Namjoon is frozen in his position–seemingly in shock.

“Who was that?” You dared to ask.

“No one of consequence,” he responds in an instant before returning to the bar as the bartender waves him over with your group’s tab, settling the full bill himself.

“I’m uh–gonna go home. Would you mind just telling the team that I headed out?”

“S-sure. Are you alright?” You asked him. “I can ask Tae or Jin to share a car with you or something?”

He then pulls his hood up over his head, stopping right above his eyebrows...making him suddenly looking smaller than he actually was. “Nah. I’ll walk, thanks. Have a good night, YN.”

“Good night, Namjoon.” But he doesn’t hear it since he had practically bolted through the doors, as if he couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

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