đ§ș- MOTHER!!! 2K of us little monsters omg well deserved! Thank you for sharing your creativity and talent with us and always being on board with the shenanigans!!!
Requesting SFW alphabet for Reggie - B,C,I,P,R,S
Love you đ„°đ
REGGIE MY BOY!!!!
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
fiercely loyal to like, an almost creepy level? glares at everyone and anyone who spends too long bothering you or just gives off bad vibes. you totally bonded on prefect rounds.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
not at first - doesn't understand it. grows to enjoy the feeling of you pressed up against his side in the library/or on the couch in the common room as you two read, then loves when you rest your head on his shoulder, then loves when you turn your body towards him and curl up with him, and eventually you've convinced him to wrap an arm around you and now it's his favourite thing
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
I think it takes him a long long time. He can't bring himself to say it first because he's afraid: a) doesn't want to scare you away, b) feels like he's upping the stakes for when he ultimately loses you and c) isn't sure he truly knows what love is... BUT.... unbeknownst to you, he'd been whispering it to you in French as you fell asleep or turned to walk away for months
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
I don't see him being very patient lol - he appears calm and collected but he get's annoyed so quickly and easily
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
The first time you fell asleep on his shoulder as you were reading. There was a period of his life he could only fall asleep with one person around (Sirius) - felt like it was a true sign of trust and it was the biggest compliment to him that you felt safe and comfortable around him; took his job at protecting you very seriously (hexed Barty when he walked into the common room speaking too loudly)
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
DOBERMAN BF FR FR. He was willing to die thinking he was protecting his brother.....I think that goes to show how willing he is to protect the ones he loves. also, he hexed his best friend because he was certain he was going to wake you up? bffr
Regency!Feysand that has bewitched me body and soul. Sorry if I already posted this snippet. Feyre is doing her best to make sure nobody in the ton suspects they arenât well-off while Elain takes suitorsâŠ
The room was a maze of heavy dust and draped blankets over furniture she was sure would be ornate and opulent. Her steps made marks in the dust like footprints in the snow. The full moon cast into the room through a bay window, as tall as the room itself, turning everything to glowing silver.
Unbidden, she remembered her motherâs room, foreboding and barred. First against infection and then because her father perhaps never opened it again. She, Nesta and Elain had gone in there one last time, in the rush to sell the manor when the debtors were breathing down her fatherâs neck. The furniture was covered with the same yellowing sheets and everything seemed smaller, less vibrant.
And whether picked clean by the servants, or her father selling off heirlooms one by one, there had been nothing left. No jewelry or mirrors or combs with just a thread or two of hair left to remember her by. Empty of nothing but dust and memories.
Feyre wondered if her fathers mind resembled this hall. Abandoned and neglected. Soaked with something like grief.
Feyre covered her mouth from the heavy dust she kicked up in the air as she scanned the room. A tall thin dresser, next to a mirror, filmed over with grime, caught her eye.
Each small drawer held a trove of treasures, like a pirateâs chest from her childhood stories. Necklaces and rings and brooches, dull with age but shimmering with promise when she swiped a thumb over the smooth surfaces.
The necklace was in the third drawer, unmistakable from the description. Dark purple sapphires, mounted in fine silver filigree work, with swooping strands of pearls connecting each stone. Seven in all, as fat as her thumb.
She didnât know what hit her then, the sense of regret. She used her kerchief to polish the stones, and on a whim, cleared off a section of the mirror to see her face.
A woman had loved these, once. Had brought them out for special occasions. Maybe they were a gift from a loved one. Maybe she treasured them, planned outfits around them. And now here they were, caked in dust in a bedroom that might as well be a tomb.
In the mirror, Feyre draped the necklace around her throat. She imagined what it might be like, to be the kind of woman who would treasure things just because they were pretty, instead of selling them off for food and shelter and a little bit of freedom.
âHello, darling.â
Feyre gasped as the male voice, sensuous and amused, purred from behind her.
In a swift moment she dropped the necklace into her dress, whirled around and pushed.
The man, tall and broad, yelped and fell into the bed, pulling dust covers with him, the plume of dust rising up from where he fell like heavy fog.
She left him, coughing and cursing, as she ran down the hall. Ages later, when her heartbeat finally began to slow, she only had one dreadful thought:
look whoâs our b'day boy today đ„ș;; my baby, my angel, my star, he really tried to look angry, but he ended up looking like the âđ„șâ emoji đđžđ„șđâšđŠđ§đŒââïžđ
â Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, slight actor!taehyung x ceo!reader
genre/AU: angst, smut, loverstoexesto ?, unrequited love
word count: 3,328
Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, mention of gossip columns and unequal treatment of how oc is portrayed post-divorce, hint of differences between men and women in the business world, oc struggling to be professional, both care about each other and are not toxic but oc fell in love, oc has the need to groom him a little out of habit, talks about Bam, feat, Namjoon and Taehyung, and sexual content
sexual warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, desk s*x, d*rty talk, oc is on bc, handjob, swearing, making out, neck kisses, clothed s*x, impulsive s*x, light praising, growling, some minor petnames (baby, Kook), mention of threesome, recalling of past sexual events
playing: Unkiss Me
a/n: uhâŠthis one has been in my drafts and idk its kinda angsty but I decided I will share it. Enjoy! đ„°
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From the moment he stepped into your office, Jungkook could tell every ounce of color was drained from your face. All except for your puffy red eyes that is, which he knows you've been rubbing fervently to keep your tears from rolling down your cheeks.
He doesn't blame you for it thoughâyou're his ex-wife.
Recent ex-wife that is.
For three years the two of you masqueraded as the perfect power couple; appearing completely in love to the public eye in hopes of forming an unshakable business partnership (transaction more like). You attended charity balls together, collaborated on several work projects, and attended countless corporate functions to establish both your presence in your respective industries.
That's right, you and Jungkook were in an arranged marriage and it would have flourished into a classic love story if it wasn't for one obvious detailâyou're the only one that fell in love.
Despite all the times he's called you "stunning" when you dolled up for formal events or that you "feel so good" during late-night sex, Jungkook never truly loved you. He cared about you, did his best not to intentionally hurt you, and even tried loving you back; thinking he could fall for you with time.
But the most he could ever see you as is a friend, a beautiful friend, though a friend nonetheless. He knows how much it pains you, especially after you've held out hope that he'll want you the same way someday. This one embarrasses you the most which he wishes it wouldn't.
Well, Jungkook doesn't want to trap either of you in a loveless marriage any longer. So even if it means being the center of gossip columns for a while, he's giving you a divorce so you can find the right person to share your love with.
After all, you deserve it; you both do.
Today's day one of looking at one another as exes and it's bittersweet, to say the least. The only factor that would make this worse is if children were in the equation, but there aren't any.
"Thanks for letting me swing by __," he speaks first, doing his best to conjure up a genuine smile. The black floral button-up he's wearing suits him well and his smooth chest peaking out near the collar is far too tempting, yet you know better than to let your eyes linger.
"Of course," you answer and grab a small box from behind your desk. "These are 100% yours so I wouldn't keep them from you." Jungkook takes the box of belongings from your hands with slight hesitation. You're keeping a brave front for the sake of civility and professionalism.
He doesn't blame you for that either.
As a CEO of a large multinational corporation himself, Jungkook's no stranger to the age-old philosophy that that office is no place to let your personal woes get out of hand; you have a team to lead and a reputation to uphold. The latter is proving to be harder for you than him, however, being that the media is portraying you as some kind of she-devil, spinster, or worse of allâa cheater.
Jungkook plans to personally make sure those articles get removed from the public eye before the end of the week. (Not that he'll tell you though.)
"I still could have dropped by the house to pick these up if it'd been easier. I feel bad for interrupting your work day over a couple of old books, records, and dog toys." He watches you nod silently as he vocalizes the inconvenience of it all; he really doesn't have to but he does it anyway.
"No, it's alright. You haven't been to the house since you moved out, so I thought it'd be better if we met here instead." You pause to check the time. "If there's anything you think of that you might've forgotten later, just let me know. In the meantime, I have a meeting in twenty so..."
"He misses you."
"I'm sorry?"
"Bam, I mean." Jungkook throws the box under an arm and pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his camera gallery until he gets to one particular photo of a red and tan Doberman. "He hates the new place and all he does is sulk by the door."
Your heart's already struggling to settle down from the painful reality that the man you love is leaving you, let alone being reminded of another forced separation. Bam's the closest thing to a baby that either of you ever had and he was one of the few things that bonded you and your now ex-husband together.
Being Jungkook's dog, however, he couldn't stay with you. That means no more visiting the dog park, sneaking treats behind Jungkook's back, and snuggling together in the king-size bed after a stressful day.
"I'm sure he just wants his favorite chew toy that's been held hostage at the house," you joke lightly, thinking it simpler to spin the topic. It's similar to what Jungkook does when he uses flowery language to soften the cold hard truth of your divorce; that he doesn't love you and he can't ever. "Give Bam a lot of attention for me. I miss him too."
"Of courâshit!" When Jungkook moves to slip his phone back into his pocket he loses his balance, causing the box with his belongings to spill out on your office floor. Naturally, you kneel down to help him clean up the mess. It's not until your fingers reach for the same item and come into contact with each other that you quickly retract your hand. "Sorry, did I shock you?" He asks gently and tosses the last item into the box before standing up.
"No, you didn't." You rise to your feet as well, until you're face to face with him. This time it's closer than before. His hooded eyes stare straight into yours and you can't believe it takes being inches from his face to notice how bloodshot his eyes are. "You look exhausted. You should go home and rest Kook." The petname is out before your brain tells you to stop.
Jungkook's eyes widen, the corner of his lip subtly quirking up for the first time since the start of the conversation. "Don't worry about me __. I probably get more breaks than you do. But thanks." He briefly glances at the ticking Snoopy clock behind you, a Christmas gift he gave you as a joke last year. "You still have that?"
You look over your shoulder at the small, Snoopy-shaped digital clock on your desk. Ten minutes until your next meeting. "It's cute and it makes for a great conversation starter with clients so I guess so. If you want me to give it baâ"
"Keep it," he interrupts. "Please, it was a gift and I'd like you to have it if you enjoy it." Jungkook gnaws on his lip before continuing. "Speaking of clients and business partners, I should make myself scarce now shouldn't I?"
"Yes. I do have that meeting soon." But once he leaves, neither of you is sure when you'll see the other again aside from the odd charity event. The Annual Winter Gala in December is one that particularly comes to mind.
Most high-ranking executives like yourselves attend the function to keep up appearances and to network with other professionals. Last year, you and Jungkook were the center of attention however now that you're divorced, you fear you'll be avoided like the plagueâthey always preferred Jungkook over you anyway.
"You're forming a new partnership with that actor, right? Kim Taehyung? I read an inkling about it online yesterday." He also read his whole biography too. The man is equally handsome as he is altruistic and kind.
"Nothing's signed and sealed yet. I'm sure you've heard that he's gotten dozens of other offers on the table. To be honest, I'm surprised you haven't nabbed him yet."
"Yeah, we don't need...wait sorry, let me rephrase that. We aren't ready for a new partner or merger yet."
You can read between the lines despite Jungkook's correction. His company is thriving more than yours in every way, so he doesn't need the help of a third-party endorser...like you. Well, you're not doing too shabby yourself and this isn't simply about fame and fortune you want to argue.
The head poking through your door stops you from following through on that last line.
"Mrs. Jeonâshit." Your secretary Kim Namjoon screws his eyes shut at his drastic misstep. "Ms. __, Kim Taehyung called and said he'll be a bit late due to unexpected delays during his filming today. He apologizes profusely but is on his way over now. Sajangnim," he bows at Jungkook respectively.
"That's fine, Namjoon, thank you. You can send him in whenever he gets here. Mr. Jeon was just about to leave and I had the rest of my day cleared."
"Of course. I'll let him know to come in." Your secretary nods and shuts the door. Jungkook shifts between his feet once Namjoon is out of sight, a habit he's picked up that tells you he has more to say.
"Was there anything else, Mr. Jeon?" You shuffle a few files on your desk, prepping for your meeting with Taehyung. At this point, you're not even looking at Jungkook.
"Mr. Jeon? I think I prefer when you call me Kook more," he mutters, allowing his line of sight to catch a glimpse of your lips. "Can I...kiss you? Before I go."
The question knocks the wind out of your lungs and you instantly lift your head up toward him. "Kiss me?" You gulp slowly, then shake your head. "No, I'd rather we not. Goodbye kisses aren't really my thing." You couldn't be a bigger liar, evident from the sudden churning in your gut. Having Jungkook's lips on yours was the best and worst moments of your entire relationship but you have to fight yourself....your innate desires that tell you to say yes.
"Okay, I understand. What about a hug?"
"Jungkook..."
"I'm sorry, I'm pushing. Thanks again for my stuff." He gestures at the box under his arm. "I hope your meeting with Kim Taehyung goes well. Maybe I'll see you both at the next Winter Gala." He makes a beeline for the door.
"Wait!"
Jungkook stills in his tracks as he watches you stride in front of him. He's unsure what you stopped him for until your hands reach out towards his shirt collar, smoothing the delicate material down. A light smile plays on his face as you do this, though he says nothing aside from a simple 'thanks'.
"It was bothering me the whole time." You finish fixing his collar and peer up into his Bambi eyes. Out of all the potential suitors, you wish Jeon Jungkook didn't become your husband. It's not like you got to keep him or anything.
Jungkook once again flickers his gaze toward your barely parted lips. And this time, you do the same for him. Before either of you have time to back out you lean forward and kiss him.
It's a hard kiss too. Painful but so inviting that neither of you pulls away.
With his free hand, Jungkook snakes a hand around your waist to hug you close. Having his fingers pressed against the small of your back is so familiar and all you can do is deepen the kiss.
You're obviously not the only one that gets a sense of pleasure from this because, in a matter of seconds, the box from under Jungkook's arm falls to the ground. He then places his second hand on the side of your neck and jawline which you lean into, exposing the other side of your neck.
"Jungkook," you gasp when his lips attach themself to the soft skin, sucking lightly. His teeth come out and nip too. "Wait, we can't do this, we shouldn't. Taehyung, he'll be here soon."
"That would have sounded so convincing if you didn't just moan the words, baby." He walks you backward until you're forced to sit atop your mahogany desk.
"Don't call me that." You allow him to push up your pencil skirt and spread your thighs until your panties are the only material he sees. You decided to go with black lace today, his favorite now that you think about it.
"Did youâ"
"No, they weren't for you."
A brief growl leaves the man's rose-tinted lips. "In that case, we don't need them." He places both hands on your hips and brings you into another kiss, messier than before. His tongue shoves between the seam of your lips to lick every crevasse he can. He hasn't kissed you like this for months and to be brutally honest, he's missed it as much as you.
Jungkook hasn't been with anyone else since marrying you either, which means he's completely adjusted to your body, your preferences, and what turns you on. The same applies to you so while he's busy shoving his tongue down your throat, you palm his half-harden bulge through his trousers.
"Mm," he groans and bucks his hips into your hand. You smile at how well you've managed to draw a response from him. With a little burst of confidence, you hastily move to unbuckle his pants. "What are you doing?" He mumbles between kisses.
You decide not to answer, preferring to reach inside his trousers to take his length out. You make sure to pump it a few times until he's fully hard. Jungkook has a gorgeous dick, and that takes a lot for you to admit.
"Fuck, that's it." He says with gritted teeth, now watching your hand as it moves up and down his cock. "Get me how you want me."
"We don't have much time." You slide your panties down your legs and spread your thighs wide apart, which makes Jungkook's eyes dilate about 10 meters. "Fuck me, please." One last time. Make love to me one last time.
"Are you sure? I don't have a condom."
"It's okay, I'm on birth control. As long as you're still clean then its fine."
"I am. I got tested recently. But are you sure you want this?"
You glance at his pulsating length, tip leaking with pre-cum, and swallow hard. "Hurry."
"Fuck, okay." Jungkook wastes not another second and guides you flat on your back, his hands resting on either side of your body. The coolness of your desk has you shiver slightly. He then urges you to raise your legs until they can wrap loosely around his slim waist. And as if second nature, you link your arms around his neck as he eases him into you. He's able to bottom out without much effort thanks to how wet you've become.
"Oh god." Your back arches off the surface of your desk as Jungkook thrusts into you. They're only practice thrusts at first to get you re-adjusted to his size, yet the pleasure zipping down your spine already has your eyes rolling up.
You shouldn't be doing this at all. Your conscious whispers to again to which you blindly dismiss. You'll enjoy it now and tomorrow, start a newâanother lie you tell yourself.
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so wonderful for me," he chants while pushing his cock in and out of you, the speed of his movements picking up to an insane rate. Jungkook never had an issue with quickies so he's likely in his element now. "You know what this reminds me of?" He cocks a smirk and kisses down your neck.
"Hm?"
"That time when we were abroad for a weekend conference. Remember when we stopped at my second office to pick up some files? You were so horny that day that you pushed me into my chair and demanded that I let you ride me. It took the wind right out of my sails to see you like that, so confident and in control." He prys apart the top button of your blouse until he can slide the material down your shoulders. He doesn't take it off completely, favoring the chance to place kisses on your newly exposed area instead.
"I was beyond stressed that day. It was the first time I had to speak at that conference and you looked so good with your freshly slicked back hair. I couldn't stop myselfâoh fuck! Right there Kook, don't slow down. Please." Jungkook grunts at the use of his petname and fucks you rougher, sweat forming around his forehead as his dark hair dangles messily over his eyes.
You manage to sneak a glance at the time on your Snoopy clock between thrusts. "Shit, I need to come soon, or Kim Taehyung's never going to agree to do business with me." The man laughs and buries his head on your shoulder.
"You never know, he could be really into threesomes."
"Fuck! Don't joke about that." You claw at his back and surprise both of you with the unexpected clenching of your pussy.
"You're right, I take it back," he groans and continues to snap his hips. "Looks like he's not the one who wants a threesome after all, considering your body's response to the suggestion. You wanna ask him if he walks in?" He whispers in your ear and you're embarrassed that your cheeks burn at the thought.
Of course, Kim Taehyung was sexy and you've rehearsed to yourself dozens of times not to let yourself get any crazy ideas about him. Still, one unrequited love is enough for you; Taehyung wouldn't want a divorcee. You shake the train of thought before it has time to go any further. "Make me come, Kook. Need you to finish too. It's not just Taehyung who could walk in at any second."
Jungkook grunts and continues to thrust into you, bouncing you up and down his thick length as the desk shakes underneath you. He feels you getting closer and closer by the sporadic clenching of your walls squeezing him. A big part of him doesn't want this to end but it has to....he doesn't love you. He only wants to make you feel good before he has to say goodbye. Both of you come just before Namjoon calls your office phone, giving you a heads-up that Taehyung's about to enter your office.
Jungkook shoves his pants back on while you button up your blouse and fold over your skirt. You decided to shove your underwear in your bag with the lack of time. No one has any business digging in there anyway.
"How do I look?" You turn around to get a quick once-over from Jungkook but he's already out the door. Now the person standing in front of you is Kim Taehyung who has nothing but the most genuine smile.
"You look lovely as always Ms. __. I'm so sorry I'm late by the way. I feel terrible about it so I brought you these." Taehyung whips out a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Hope you don't mind that I did a little research on you ahead of time. I found out these have a special place in your heart."
You smile and accept the bouquet with thanks. As you set them on your desk, a messages comes through your phone. You manage to give a quick look.
Unknown Number: Sorry I had to duck so fast! I know it looked rude but Taehyung was already opening the door and you were dressed so I thought it'd be better if I left. Hope you're meeting goes well! And thanks for everything today ;) if you need anything, you have my number.
You flip your phone over and invite Taehyung to have a seat. Business is business, and you have to carry on even if your heart has completely sunk to the ground. Kim Taehyung is sweet anyway, so you'll enjoy his company.
Too bad you don't realize how much he enjoys yours as well.
a/n: so, yeah... there's a potential for our Jk to actually love oc and not realize it but either way he does care about her (despite the impulsive sex). And yes, taehyung likes oc... it's like a double unrequited love đ okay bye lmk what you think, thank you! đ
Hi honey can you do a text with Matt like he likes the reader and the reader likes him but they are to scared to confess and they make really sexual and suggestive comments and jokes to each other âđŒ I love you đ Matt is kinda subby and like touches himself to her messages imagining itâs real
Love you,đ„°
I have a lot of ideas so just let me know if you need any đ
texts w/ bsf! matt (part 2)
matt sturniolo x reader
warnings: smuttttt, hand job, masturbation, fantasizing
a/n: pls donât ever stop giving me ideas this ate
previous part !
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any sense of self-control that i had completely left my body when i saw the sentence.
i read it over again and again, trying to figure out whether she was joking or not.
as i let my mind wander, i began to palm myself through my boxers lightly.
i thought about her face, how pretty it would look scrunched up in pleasure, while she chased her orgasm.
suddenly, i felt my phone vibrate in my hand, bringing me back to reality while i began to read the text messages.
iâd spit on the tip and watch you squirm while it dripped down.
âfuckâ i sighed out, rubbing myself through the thin material as i imagined her staring up at me, her hands massaging my thighs.
my hips jerked up into the air at the thought, almost as if i could feel her teasing touches.
part of me felt guilty, imagining my best friendâs face inches away from my dick.
but if she didnât want me to, why would she send a text like that? when weâve flirted in the past, it was usually all jokes.
but this felt different. maybe it was the morning wood and horny state that i woke up in causing me to misjudge her intentions, or maybe she was teasing me on purpose.
either way, i had no plans of stopping myself from basking in the moment.
besides, if i have my boxers on iâm not technically touching myself to the thought of herâŠ..right ?
iâd give you a few good pumps, squeezing the base and twisting my hand around you.
god, what was she doing ?
i began to apply more pressure to my crotch, pushing and rubbing more and more aggressively.
she was driving me crazy, itâs almost as though she wanted me to drive over to her and fuck the living shit out of her.
and with that thought, i found my mind wandering off again.
i imagined the way sheâd scream my name, the way her ass would jiggle while i fucked her from behind while her legs trembled.
then iâd swirl my tongue around the tip teasingly before taking you into my mouth.
she just loved to tease me. i wonder how sheâd feel if the roles were reversed.
what would she do if i rubbed my dick against her thighs ? or her stomach ? each time, managing to just miss her pussy ?
would she be a moaning mess under me, whining and crying for me to do something ?
maybe sheâd grab my hand, forcing me to pump myself a few times before finally pushing into her.
iâd take every inch of you, deep throating your cock.
i was so lost in my own world, i hadnât even realized how close i was until i was bucking my hips up into my hand, with quick gasps and curse words flying out of my mouth.
âfuck, fuck, fuckâ i whispered out as my hands flew around the sheets, desperately trying to find something to hold onto.
i let out a cry of her name as i came inside of my boxers, forming a wet spot on the light-colored material.
i took in a deep breath, attempting to calm myself when i got another message.
wouldnât stop until you begged me to.
iâd let you cum all over my face while your legs shook and your body twitched.
i quickly pulled my boxers down, throwing them haphazardly across the room.
my hand immediately flew to my dick, spreading the remains of my orgasm around, making me let out a small whine.
i began to pump myself quickly, imagining how pretty sheâd look while thick spurts of my seed flew onto her face.
my eyes were scrunched up, toes curling inward while i pushed through the overwhelming amount of pleasure building inside of me.
soft whimpers fell from my mouth, as the wet sounds of my hand sliding around my dick filled the room.
my head flew back as my phone fell from my hand and onto the bed.
i imagined her on top of me, bracing herself with her hands on my knees as she rode me.
âyou wanted me so bad? getting off on my text messages like a little slut? sit there and take itâ
âi canât, itâs too muchâ i cried out, fisting the sheets as tears pricked at the corner of my eyes.
âyou can and you will. take itâ
i shook my head vigorously, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. âi canât-â i started.
sheâd loop her fingers into my hair, yanking my head towards her chest.
taking the hint, iâd bring my mouth to one of her tits swirling my tongue around her nipple.
i was ripped out of my fantasy quickly, as my hips began to stutter.
i let out an embarrassingly loud whine as my load spilled out of me, covering my abs and thighs.
my body trembled, muscles contracting and relaxing as the aftershocks ran through me.
âholy shitâ i whispered as the reality of the situation hit me.
i just jerked off to my best friendâs text messages.
I thought of a blurb thatâs basically just reader asleep on top of Hobie when the gang (Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr) show up and are noisy asf and Hobie shushes them all but theyâre confused cause they canât see reader whoâs under the blankets, until she wakes up and peeks her head out from under the blanket and everyoneâs like :0 I was thinking they have like a non-public relationship so everyone in the room is shocked lmaođ No pressure at all and no hard feelings if you canât! Love your writing and hope youâre doing well!
You are literally just the sweetest, I appreciate everytime you come into my inbox and compliment me and the fact that you put 'love' in bold and italics? đ„°đđđ
Here you go, my love.
Likkle Sleepy Darling
Hobie Brown X F!Reader
Hobie Brown was normally a pretty stoic guyâstraight-faced with nothing more than a smug twitch of his lips to give away any sort of expressionâbut, if he was being completely honest, that all fell apart when it came to you.
You, who was the beam of hope in the dark, despair-filled streets of London he inhabited. You, whose smile shined so bright, you could take out a whole army of shadows with just the stretch of your lips. You, who fit ontop of him so perfectly, you almost resembled (no, a hundred percent did resembleâ) the last, missing puzzle piece to his heart as you laid against his chest, lids shut and lips parted just enough to allow air through.
His lips tugged up. You were just so cute, he couldn't resist the urge to tighten his grip around your waist and pull you further into him, allowing the blanket on top of you both to further cascade over your headâcompletely obscuring your sleeping form.
The moment was perfectâ
"That. Was. AWESOME!"
"I know right?! We went in and destroyed doc, I almost felt bad for her."
"You know her friends call her Liv?"
âuntil, of course, it wasn't.
In came the rowdy group of youngens Hobie somehow ended up befriendingâhalf-suited up as they screamed to each other in the loudest voices they just had to muster up the one time you felt comfortable enough to sleep in his arms.
Allow it, he wasn't having it.
"Ayo, you manâ" his whisper came out harsh, and whatever conversation they were having halted just like that, "â'low it, shut up."
They all blinked in unison. "Huh?"
Then, Miles piped up, "what do youâ?"
He stopped speaking at the same time Hobie felt pressure being pushed onto his chest from two different parts.
Looking down, the man with multiple piercings was fond to find your squinting eyes peering up at him, half-dazed in that cute, little way that screamed the love of his life like no other.
"Likkle sleepy, aren't you, love?"
A nod.
And then, a chorus of gasps all at onceâall followed byâ
Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels; angst, drama, fluff, smut
Chapter (Series) Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; mentions of childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, attempted assault; mention of past experience of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts, business/property devt, and book talk thatâs probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; sexual content (18+)
Chapter Word count:Â 24.7k
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Status:Â Ongoing
Series summary: Working for Jungkook isnât the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesnât smile, he doesnât appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesnât help that heâs incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. Youâve dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.
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A/N: Hiii so this took a while but thank for being patient and showing so much love! This might sting a bit but I hope you enjoy it. We're close to the end so don't lose hope! đ€đ€
And as always, my biggest thanks to @wonwoonlight đ„°
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Thereâs a kind of pain you donât want to experience, one of a broken heart caused by someone youâve given your all to. This doesnât feel like that, but itâs close.Â
Itâs so damn close that you feel your chest tightening, the unfamiliar feeling of loss of a person you never even had overwhelming you. You press your palms on your ears to block the sound of your heart breaking, but even that doesnât do anything.
You let go, your fingers now shaking as you type away. Jungkook has asked you to send him your resignation letter so he can forward it to HR for documentation. Itâs like saying goodbye to him all over again, and it doesnât hurt any less.
This is all on you though, you remind yourself. Wanting him was wrong in the first place - heâs your boss, the man who pays you, who needs you so he could do his job, so you could make his life easier. But heâs also the son of the man that your family is indebted to; a man who, in a lot of ways, shaped the way you approach life and determine what you want out of it. Jungkook stands as a reminder of who you are and where you came from, of the childhood you had, and the decisions you made to get to where you are now. You let your guard down and let him in, and you let yourself fall for a man whose own past was always going to intertwine with yours.Â
You donât know what you were thinking, kissing him and believing that things would fall into place. That was the thing - he kissed you and you kissed him back, a moment of weakness that you had no business having, as if almost doing it the first time wasnât bad enough. You planned on leaving, and you hoped that youâd get to tell him on your own terms, that youâd have time to process your feelings and then explain yourself to him, that youâd be able to process his feelings and see the sincerity in them.Â
But life doesnât always play out the way you want to, and you can keep thinking that people would react the way you hope they would but youâre human. You fell into his touch and wanted so much of it that you couldnât think properly. He asked you to stay - expected it actually, which is the last thing you wanted him to do.Â
And now youâre left here with a lot of emotions that you donât know what to do with - all conflicting, all overwhelming, and all seemingly out of your control.Â
You canât deny what you feel for Jungkook. The thought that he feels the same should be something you welcome, but with how you both learned about it, and with him now knowing the secret youâve been keeping, itâs hard to think how you both could move forward without those feelings of doubt, perhaps of distrust. You know enough that those arenât good starting points for any relationship.Â
Youâre doing what you have to do. Resigning was always the plan, but doing it this way wasnât. You also didnât expect youâd be leaving so much more than just a team you enjoy being a part of and a boss youâve come to admire, a man whoâs come to mean a lot of things to you.Â
And so even if this is the decision youâll make every single time, it doesnât mean it doesnât hurt you to be making it. Perhaps itâs now just dawning on you that youâre truly walking away from this job, and that may mean walking away from, too. This is when you realize just how big that loss is gonna be.
Jungkook made you braver. He made you feel understood and less alone. He showed you that beautiful things do exist, that you can capture them so you could hold onto the good memories, and doing that is one way to move on from the things that hurt.Â
Without realizing it, heâd become the person you were willing to crawl out of your walls for. But just like him, maybe your timing wasnât right either. No matter how strong the feelings are, something just happens to be more important than being with him - feeling free is one, knowing that youâre able to do this for yourself is another. Thereâs wanting sincerity, too, on his end and on yours.
You know you need time to sort yourself out, to know what you want outside of all this, but the way he goes on about his business is affecting you more than you expected. Heâs essentially giving you two weeks to stay in the office. Heâs having Lucas fly in immediately. The implications are breaking you even more - perhaps youâll be kept out of the projects; maybe youâll no longer do your morning routines with him.Â
Perhaps heâs still overwhelmed about everything he knows. And perhaps heâs realizing he doesnât want that complication in his life anymore. Maybe he doesnât want to deal with you and the mess you created, given all the stress and pressure heâs under.Â
Maybe you were that easy to let go, too.
The thought feels like a slap on the face.Â
But youâre the foolish one who wanted to leave but who also hoped heâd go after you. He didnât do it last Friday. Heâs not going to do that now. You doubt that after your last day, he would do it either.Â
The tears dance around your eyelids. Everything becomes blurry, and after the first one falls, you stand from your desk and head to the washroom. You give yourself just 10 minutes to silently cry. You hadnât prepared for this enough, and now the thought of saying goodbye to the team and leaving Jungkook during a big project launch weighs heavily on you.Â
You calm yourself down, thinking that if youâd chosen to delay it, everything else would be harder - seeing him, being close to him, knowing you both feel the same way but not knowing if thatâs enough. Or if itâs real.
You get to be selfish this time and leave for your own reasons. You get to choose which heartbreak youâll face and for how long youâll feel it. You get to decide which burdens youâll carry and what youâre walking away from.Â
The team will understand. Youâll give your all for the next few weeks youâll be around and make sure that Lucas guides them well. Hoseok will be supportive. You know that heâll always encourage you to go where youâre happiest. You just hope he wonât carry any guilt for being one of the reasons why you stayed now that he knows the truth. CEO Jeon might still ask you to wait, or he might just not want to see you again if he knows what really happened with his son, and thatâs something youâll have to learn to deal with as well. You donât want to think youâre burning bridges with this decision, but you also know that those who truly care would want this for you, too.
But despite all that, the guilt and the sadness donât go away. Youâd once thought you could be happy with Jungkook. Heâd given you a peek into a life where you could be, and heâd given you a taste of what itâs like to feel that all-consuming desire for someone. You donât know if youâll have that or feel that again for another person, but you at least now know what youâre searching for.Â
Maybe youâll get over yourself and find the words to tell him what you feel or hope for both of you. Maybe youâll find your way back to each other someday. You might also have to face the possibility that this decision is what pulls you apart for good, and the thought breaks your heart again.
You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You think of the comfort of your morning routines and the shared silence. You think about the warmth you felt from all the food heâd sent when you were sick and injured. You think about that night you felt brave because heâd been with you when you were scared. You think about the tranquility of being in his presence as you gazed at the mountains and felt free being outdoors. You think about feeling understood during the times when youâd been honest and so had he.Â
These are the good memories he gave you, the ones youâll hold onto as you go through all this. You wonder if he keeps them in a nook in his heart the way you do, and if heâll hold onto them as well as you walk away from him and from what you couldâve been.Â
The thoughts are enough to suspend your sadness for a while. You fix yourself up and while it wasnât a big cry, your slightly swollen eyes could still give you away. You decide itâs not much of a problem. Until, of course, when you make it back to your desk, about to sit down to resume your tasks, and Jungkook opens his door and locks eyes with you.Â
Thereâs a moment where you hold each otherâs gazes, and you see his face fall a little, softening briefly before he looks away, the seriousness coming back again. He attempts to say something but he stops, looking down at the papers heâs holding instead and asks you to photocopy them for distribution to the team.
You nod in confirmation, and as youâre about to walk out, Hoseok shows up.
âAre you free?â He asks Jungkook. âI need to run some things with you.â
âSure,â Jungkook replies, glancing at you before walking back to his room.
Hoseok finally turns to you and sees your glassy eyes. His face falls, unsure how to comfort you during this time. He was never sure how to do that before, and he feels heavier thinking that so many times when you still worked for him, you probably wanted to quit but couldnât. And that maybe his claims of needing you around to help him helped keep you here, in a place that wasnât giving you that joy and satisfaction that you deserve.Â
â___,â he calls out. âI got the notice. How are you feeling?â
âWell, I see that word travels fast,â you giggle, an attempt to avoid a somber conversation. You also donât know how to explain whatever it is youâre feeling so itâs not something youâre keen on addressing.
âHR was actually the one that informed me and uncle,â he explains. âLosing you is a big deal so they thought to let us know right away. And I only mean that because youâre an integral part of this company. And you⊠you matter to my family. You matter to me, and I know you matter to him.â
Hoseok gestures towards Jungkookâs direction, prompting you to look away. The man in front of you sighs and apologizes, adding that youâve come to mean so much to the people he cares for, including his wife.Â
âYou welcomed me to your family, Hoseok,â you respond. âYou and A-yeong treated me like one and I always will be. But none of the sadness yet. Iâll still be here for the next month.â
âIâll take my time in saying goodbye then,â he says, his genuine smile serving as the comfort you badly need. âAnd I hope itâs not for good.â
âNot to you,â you assure him. âIâm not that easy to get rid of.â
âGood,â he says, his eyes softening in understanding and acceptance. âIâll just meet with Jungkook. Iâll catch up with you soon, okay?â
âOkay,â you say. âAnd uh, thank you.âÂ
Your smile holds in it a lot of emotions for the man whoâs become your friend all these years. And you know that whatever happens with Jungkook, Hoseok will always be a person youâll treasure.
You walk out while he enters the room and closes the door.Â
Jungkookâs eyebrows are scrunched as he gives instructions over the phone while also typing on his desktop. Hoseok can sense the stress and tension all over his cousin, and he hopes that especially with this, the younger man finds it in him to talk about what heâs feeling. Thereâs fear that heâll keep it all to himself again, and in doing so, he might just push you away even more.
âHey, how are you holding up?â Hoseok asks after the call ends.
âI donât really want to talk about it,â Jungkook huffs.
Thereâs a beat of silence before Hoseok speaks again. âSo, you already have a replacement for ___, huh?â He says, having just heard Jungkookâs conversation about Lucasâ work visa requirements over the phone. âIsnât that too fast?â
âThe Arts Center launch is in a couple of weeks. I canât have delays,â Jungkook explains. âSending Lucas here will require less time than looking for a new assistant. Heâs familiar with the project and heâs used to working for me so he can take over with the preparations. Iâve received fatherâs approval for his transfer.â
âWhat about ___, then?â
âWhat about her?â Jungkook asks bitterly. âSheâs resigned. Iâll have her focus on turning everything over and documenting key projects and practices. She has vacation leaves to use up for the last month sheâs here.â
âJust like that?â Hoseok questions. âShe resigns today and then youâve gotten everything sorted out for her departure, just like that? As if you canât wait for her to leave?â
âShe wanted this,â Jungkook counters. âYou heard what Mr. Ri said. Sheâs been wanting to do this for years, and Iâm just making sure sheâs not bothered by what sheâs leaving behind. Having Lucas here will assure her that the team will continue to function and that sheâs not delaying anything by deciding to leave. She doesnât have to worry about anything.â
And itâs the truth. Hearing what you went through and that youâd thought of resigning several times before makes Jungkook think that you havenât been happy here for a long while. Heâs unsure if youâd always planned on leaving before the Arts Center launch, or if what happened last Friday prompted you to do this now. But still, it seemed so easy for you to make the decision, as if you canât wait to leave him, as if being around him hurts you that much, as if you know that whatever it is youâre looking for isnât here.Â
Jungkook spent all of last weekend replaying that night in his mind - from the way you pulled him close to you and to the way his heart broke when you pulled away. He doesnât know what you want from him. You kissed him as if you wanted him. He felt your desire as your hands danced around his chest, as you moaned against his lips, as you thrusted against him like you wanted more, and he wouldâve given it all to you, he wouldâve given you everything, but the words heâd never told anyone slipped from his mouth and somehow, thatâs what made you create that distance.Â
Perhaps itâs what made you not want to stay.Â
But he wouldnât have known because he didnât ask. At the thought of you no longer being by his side, he faltered. At the thought of losing the routine youâve both created and the comfort youâve been giving him everyday, he caved in. He lost all sense and just wanted to keep you. Heâd disregarded every rule, crossed every boundary he created, and thought of nothing else but to be with you. He made the mistake of not thinking about you, the person he wants.Â
He naively believed that your expression of desire meant that nothing else mattered - youâd be with him regardless. But he realized that maybe he doesnât know you at all. He wouldâve risked everything but maybe you wouldnât. You make him happy and thatâs all he cares about but maybe heâs not enough for you. Heâd do anything to be with you everyday but maybe thatâs not what you want.Â
The thought that that moment made you realize that maybe, heâs not what you wanted after all creates another crack in his heart. That cold, stubborn heart of his hasnât felt much in years but it betrayed him this time. It called out for you and heâs afraid to find out that it still will, after everything.Â
âHave you spoken to her?â Hoseok pulls him out of his thoughts.
âYeah,â Jungkook replies. âI gave her my recommendation letter, told her about Lucas replacing her, and that she still has leaves to take.â
âI meant about both of you,â Hoseok clarifies. âAbout what you both feel, about what that means and what happens after that.â
âWhat is there to talk about?â Jungkook groans. âShe left me that night. I come here today with a resignation letter on my desk. She doesnât want anything to do with me.â
âThat doesnât mean she doesnât want you,â Hoseok says.Â
âIt doesnât mean she does,â Jungkook counters. âClearly, her happiness outside of this company is her priority. And it should be. She doesnât have a reason to stay here anymore.â
âAnd what if that happiness could include you? Did you even think about that?â
âThen she couldâve said that if she wanted to. It was her decision, it was her call.â
âYou think itâs that easy to say that? Then why donât you go ahead and tell her what you feel and want?â
âI did!â Jungkook almost yells now, thankful for the thick walls of this room. âAnd she pulled away! She said she couldnât do this, that she couldnât do this with me. That tells me everything I need to know, Hoseok. Whatever she feels for me isnât that strong. I was stupid to believe an overheard conversation. I heard that she liked me and I thought, all I had to do was tell her that I felt the same way. But it wasnât enough. I asked her to stay and she said she couldnât. I donât matter to her. Not in the way that she matters to me.â
âWhy did she cry, then?â Hoseok asks. âDid you notice that?â
Of course Jungkook did. Heâs seen you cry a few times, a sight he never wants to see again, and seeing your puffy eyes earlier made him want to just forget everything and hug you so he could help make the hurt go away. Itâs something heâs wanted to do before and thereâs a reason why he never did. Today, he knew that doing so would make it harder for him. So all he could do was look away.
âShe wouldnât be that upset if all this didnât matter to her. If you didnât matter that much to her,â Hoseok adds.
âThis job mattered to her, too. You and I know how she works. Maybe thereâs guilt or worry that sheâs leaving at this critical time, which is why Iâm trying to make the transition easy,â Jungkook reasons. âSheâs leaving a lot of things and people behind and that could be hard for anyone. Sheâs crucial to the team but I donât want there to be anything else that would hold her back. Not anymore.â
âBut all these arrangements⊠itâs as if itâs so easy to replace her,â Hoseok sighs. âAre you even giving yourself time to just process all of this?â
âAnd then what? Give myself time to realize again that I canât do this without her? I already know that I canât, I canât replace her, not in any way but IâŠâ Jungkook heaves. âI canât give in to those feelings and end up asking her to reconsider her decision. She has a life to live outside of this but this is mine. I have a project to launch, a name to upholdâŠâ
A broken heart to live with, he doesnât say.Â
âI donât know what else to do but this,â he adds, his head bowing down as he pinches the corners of his eyes. Heâs just trying to deal with losing you in more than one way, and trying to maintain whatever professionalism he has left after everything.
Hoseok sighs as he watches his cousin stop himself from falling apart. Itâs true that everything feels so sudden. Perhaps for you, the best decision you could make after what happened last Friday is to leave and he wouldnât fault you for that, especially after what you gave up to be here. And maybe Jungkook is just trying to deal with that pain of losing you as his assistant and the possibility of more in the way that he knows how - distance, detachment. Itâs how the younger man has always chosen to deal with things he canât control, and as someone whoâs seen him try to move on from his own past, itâs hard for Hoseok to stand by and watch Jungkook hurt this way when he knows that you care about him, too.Â
It wasnât always obvious, but at one point, Hoseok started to notice things; he just never questioned them. You were always competent. When you were his assistant, you paid attention to every detail and made sure that he was always at his best. But this past year, Hoseok had seen you pay attention to Jungkook in a more meaningful way. Heâd seen you care for the younger man, showed him kindness that no oneâs bothered to do before. And thatâs done so much for him as he learned to open himself up, to allow himself to feel a different kind of vulnerability, to feel like he could be himself again, and that heâll be accepted for all the scared and flawed parts of him.Â
All Hoseok can do is at least help his cousin be honest about what he feels and help him not lose you completely. But much as he wants to figure this out with Jungkook, life continues, and right now, there are some executive decisions both men have to make. So he redirects the conversation, and itâs half an hour later when they come up with a policy statement that they send to CEO Jeon as instructed.Â
Thatâs at least one other important thing that Jungkook can tick off his list. Heâs determined to just focus on all work matters for today, hoping that would keep his mind off of you.Â
But thatâs impossible when you still have a role to play in his life, as you enter his room after Hoseok exits, avoiding the older manâs worried gaze. You glance at Jungkook just once, placing a folder of documents on his desk for his signature.Â
Heâs past the second of a dozen pages when he speaks, his eyes glued to the papers, not wanting to look at your face.
âI intend on telling the team about your resignation during tomorrowâs meeting,â he says. âIâll release the company-wide announcement on Wednesday, followed by an email to other partners and contacts. The Arts Center launch is happening in a few weeks and we canât have delays, so Iâll be endorsing Lucas soon after.â
âI understand, Mr. Jeon,â you say, trying to stabilize your voice. âIf you need me to draft anythingââ
âThereâs no need, I will do that.â
âThatâs noted, sir.â
You remain standing in front of him, watching him go through each page and feeling like you could burst any moment. Somehow he seems like that man you met almost a year ago - focused yet detached, close but so far away.Â
âYouâre also no longer required to come to my apartment every morning,â he continues. âIâll only need you to come on Thursday so you could give Lucas your access and brief him about the building and where things are. Mr. Ri could still drive you to work until your last day.â
âThat service was extended to me for the purpose of assisting you every morning, Mr. Jeon,â you say, your voice sounding firm this time. âThat is no longer necessary.â
You see him stop his movements for a second before he resumes and nods in acknowledgment of your statement.Â
As you watch him sign the last few pages, you allow yourself a brief moment to wish that youâd just left much sooner, during a time when he wasnât around so you didnât have to feel this agonizing pain of him slowly slipping away. Everytime you remind yourself that you made this decision, youâre pulled back by the thought that leaving didnât have to mean that youâd lose him completely.Â
But with the way he acts now, with how heâs distancing himself from you and everything you shared, youâre starting to think that maybe heâs decided on this, too - that this is goodbye and that thereâs nothing for both of you after this. Itâs a hard pill to swallow but one you suppose you should - this was your call and you didnât give him a choice in the matter. Perhaps this is his way of dealing with your departure as well. Thatâs something you canât fault him for doing.Â
That leaves you with no choice but to deal with the pain, too. You donât know exactly how. Youâve never really gone through this before. All your breakups didnât hurt like this, probably because you knew from the beginning that they would end anyway, that you wouldnât care more than you planned.Â
But Jungkook is different. You didnât expect him to be the one youâd care for, that youâd yearn for, that youâd want with all of you. But you watch on as he slips right through your fingers, and whatever hope you had of finding your way back to him in the future withers away. This is how you lose him, and youâll try hard to keep only the good memories with you.Â
He finishes signing the papers then he hands them over to you, his eyes only briefly meeting yours. He turns towards his desktop but he speaks again.
âHR requires me to have an exit interview with you,â he says. âBut due to our personal circumstances, I donât think thatâs appropriate. Iâve asked Hoseok to conduct it instead. You may just schedule it with him within the next week. Youâll also be provided with a list of all the things you need to submit for your clearance. Just let me know what you need from me and Iâll work on it right away.â
It takes a while for you to respond, as you notice him slowly look your way.Â
âUnderstood, sir,â you manage to say, so softly like a breath, even you could barely hear yourself.Â
But the words come out, almost emotionless now as you just take in all his instructions. You gave him your letter only a few hours ago and now heâs got everything organized for your departure, almost as if he wants the complication, that is you, dealt with immediately.Â
Youâve disrupted his routine and messed up a lot of his plans. Heâs always said he hates change, and youâve caused one of the biggest ones heâs ever had to deal with. You donât blame him for not wanting to do anything with you anymore.Â
You nod and head out, knowing that youâre slowly losing your place in his life, even as his assistant. He doesnât call for you the rest of the day, even for coffee. Youâre tempted to knock on his door and ask if thereâs anything else he needs for you to do before you clock out, but you decide against it, slowly feeling like youâre no longer welcome.Â
You mindlessly walk out the building and down the street, feeling the weight of everything drag you down. Youâd thought that finally doing this would make you feel liberated, like youâd be relieved of your burdens and even of a secret that you no longer have to keep. But as the minutes pass by, everything is just getting heavier and heavier. Your heart doesnât loosen up, either.Â
And as you stare at the barely eaten sujebi from your favorite noodle house and the piece of choco pie that you bought from the convenience store that you now have no appetite to eat, you feel yourself falling apart. You donât know what you were expecting but it wasnât this. You hated doubting Jungkookâs sincerity about what he felt but now youâre faced with his seeming apathy. It makes you wonder once more if he really felt anything for you, or if he just mistook his practical need for you as something more.
Maybe youâll never know. At this point, heâs just your boss whoâs running a company and preparing to launch the biggest project of his life. All you can do is respect that and support him the best way you know how. If itâs distance he wants, then itâs what youâll give. You suppose itâs the most you could do for him after making the decision to walk away.Â
Sitting in the meeting room the next day with the management support team chatting around you is a little unnerving. You try to engage with them and put on a smile that doesnât feel real. The nervousness and guilt slowly creep in, especially when Jungkook arrives and orders for the meeting to begin.Â
âBefore we start, Iâd just like to make an important announcement,â he says, quieting everyone down as he sounds serious. âMs. Cho has tendered her resignation and will be leaving the company in a month. I wanted to tell the team immediately so we could all work on the necessary adjustments. Lucas, my assistant during my time in Singapore, will be replacing her. I made this decision with the approval of the CEO to ensure a smooth transition. His first day will be on Thursday.â
In the silence, you look up, afraid of how the team is taking it. Manager Lee and Chin-sun have a mix of sadness and acceptance on their faces. Yohan has his head bowed down. And Do-hyun sits there, silently crying.Â
âDo you⊠do you not like us anymore?â She mumbles through her sniffles.Â
âOf course I do,â you say, your eyes softening. âItâs not about that.â
âThen what is it?â She asks. âWhy⊠why are you leaving us? Why are you leaving Mr. Jeon?â
âIâŠâ you start, looking at him for approval, and he nods as if to say that youâre free to say whatever you want to say. âIâve been here for a while. This job is all I know and the years just flew right by. I feel like a new environment and a change of pace would do me good.â
Chin-sun turns to you, her look of understanding giving you the comfort that you need. She told you once that you deserve to live a life outside of work, that you need to find yourself and what makes you happy, and that she knows what that could mean. Youâve always looked up to her and how sheâs handled everything in her life with such grace, and seeing her give you that nod of encouragement tells you that she gets it, and that despite the doubt thatâs slowly crept in, sheâs that hand on your shoulder, saying that youâre doing the right thing.Â
âDo you have to go this soon?â Do-hyun asks, her voice so unusually soft that it makes you feel like crying, too.
âI had initially planned on resigning after the Arts Center launch,â you say, the words hitting Jungkook as you see the way he clenches his jaw. âBut the company Iâll be moving to requested for my start to be in two months. Itâs too good of an opportunity to pass up on, so I decided to leave early.â
Itâs not a complete lie. You had emailed Namjoon last night and inquired if the production officer position is still open. He responded right away to say that it is, and that heâs been hoping for you to officially apply, so you did. He insisted that based on your resume and your mindset and approach to work that heâs picked up from your conversations, the role is meant to be yours. He scheduled an interview in the next two weeks during your forced leave - for formalitiesâ sake, he told you - and you can start next quarter.
âIâm just⊠Iâm just really sorry that Iâm leaving in the midst of all the preparations,â you add, your nails sinking in your skin once more as you try to deal with guilt. âThings just happened so fast and I had to make decisions right away.â
âWeâre gonna be okay,â Chin-sun assures you now. âYou and Mr. Jeon trained us well. You, especially. Weâve been working together for over four years and I may have been in this longer but Iâve learned so much from you, ___. This breaks my heart more than you know but Iâm proud of you, and Iâm happy for you. I can at least say on behalf of the team that we donât want this decision to burden you. Youâve held the fort for everyone for so long, you deserve to pursue whatever makes you happy.â
âThank you,â you whisper, feeling the words getting caught in your throat as you try to keep yourself from breaking down.Â
Chin-sun isnât always this sentimental, so you know it means just as much to her that sheâs able to say these things to you.
âI agree with her,â Manager Lee says. âItâs gonna be different and definitely hard but the team will manage. Youâve given this company so much, and I know that wherever youâll go, theyâll be so lucky to have you. Just⊠just donât forget about us, okay?â
âNever,â you assure the team this time.Â
âRemember when I was being stubborn and didnât want to go to the hospital when I was sick?â Yohan speaks up, looking at you now with glassy eyes. âYou took half the day off so you could drag me there and then visited me everyday after work when I was confined for a week. The doctor said things wouldâve been worse if Iâd gone there even just a day late.â
You remember that incident clearly. It was the month before Jungkook arrived. The entire team was busy preparing everything but you noticed that Yohan looked unwell, and you insisted on taking him to the hospital so he could get checked and youâre glad you did. You canât imagine how things wouldâve turned out if you hadnât.
âI was trying hard to keep it in because I didnât want to be a burden,â he continues. âBut you noticed, you always do. And Iâll always be thankful. Chin-sun may be my wise auntie but youâre my ever dependable older sister and Iâll miss you so much. No one can calm me down the way you do, and no one will tell me and Do-hyun off when weâre being whiney or ungrateful. I just hope that whatever you do brings you all the peace and happiness you deserve.â
At his words, Do-hyun sobs. Covering her face, she mumbles onto her palms, muffling her words that you canât understand. She briefly looks up at you, pouting as she catches her breath, and then she cries again. Even when sheâs being emotional, her child-like way of showing it is every bit endearing.Â
You remember the first time you met her, a brilliant fresh graduate with so much passion and energy. She was a little too bubbly for you at the beginning. She was always curious and lacked filter most of the time. But you got to know her genuine heart, one that often sought you, that wanted to get your approval, that hoped youâd return the affection she always gave you. She was like that bratty little sister that you enjoyed looking after, and seeing her be affected this way is affecting you more than you expected. You canât make out what sheâs saying, but youâre pretty sure that theyâd make you cry either way.Â
And thatâs what youâre trying hard not to do, as you bite your lips to stop them from shaking, hoping you wonât break down in front of them, especially in front of Jungkook.
Chin-sun comforts Do-hyun whoâs calming down a bit now. Manager Lee and Yohan wipe their eyes. Itâs a little too quiet, and you know theyâre waiting for you to say something, too. Wanting to return their honesty, you start, trying to find the words that would capture everything you feel.
âYou all know how much of myself I give to this job,â you start, your lips trembling as you try to get it together. âAnd from the beginning, I thought I would just come to work, do what I have to do, go home, and do it all over again. Itâs the corporate world and weâre just trying to survive. You were all supposed to be just colleagues, people I had to just tolerate but thatâs clearly not what happened. Without meaning to, youâve all become such a big part of my life, more than I can ever express.â
You glance at Jungkook, hoping that he knows it includes him, but you see him clench his jaw and look away, and at this point, you donât expect him to believe anything else you say, no matter how much you mean them.Â
âI know Iâve never been good at accepting and especially returning your affection,â you continue. âIâve missed out on a lot of post-work dinners and weekend get-togethers. Iâve just, uh, Iâve just never been good at mixing work with my personal life. But even then, you never took it against me. You keep up with all versions of me, you encourage me when things get hard, and you never fail to let me know that Iâm doing a good job. And thatâs done so much for me more than you know.â
You take in deep breaths as you feel your tears dance around your eyes, and you blink to let them fall then quickly wipe them away. Â
âWeâve gone through so much together and Iâll always treasure all those moments and everything we shared,â you manage to say. âLeaving doesnât change anything. At least, I hope it doesnât.â
âNot to us,â Chin-sun assures you. âYouâll always be a part of this team.â
You mirror her smile, hoping your gratitude gets across.
The clearing of throat catches everyoneâs attention, and you turn to Jungkook, remembering that youâre all gathered today for a meeting, and not some sentimental goodbye thatâs turned into a cry-fest. You doubt heâd want to be around for this, so you apologize and say that he can continue on with the agenda.
âIt slipped my mind that I have a call with one of the artists that Mr. Saito introduced me to,â Jungkook answers, looking at his phone then turning back to the team. âItâs in 10 minutes. We can resume tomorrow morning. Itâs close to lunch anyway so you can all have your break.â
The whole team nods in acknowledgement. Except for you. He doesnât have any scheduled calls today, as he was adamant on having this meeting done as soon as possible. He would have remembered if that call was that important and if it wasnât, you know he wouldnât have rescheduled this because making all the arrangements for your departure seems to be his top priority.Â
You suspend the thought, knowing that dwelling on how much heâs distancing himself from you will take away from the moment you shared with your team. Right now, theyâre who matter. Jungkook had always insisted he wasnât part of it, and you always disagreed. But with him stepping away, maybe heâs right.
He steps out, and with him no longer in the room, Do-hyun takes the opportunity to hug you. Itâs not something you always return but today, itâs everything you need, as her warmth gives you the comfort youâve been badly craving since last Friday. All you had was your pillow and that didnât really do much. With Do-hyun wrapping you in her arms, youâre able to breathe, and she holds you tightly as you silently cry, as if she knows just how much it means to you to have a shoulder to cry on this time.Â
âYah! Donât cry,â she says in that mocking tone to tease you when you pull away.Â
Everyone laughs and you shake your head in embarrassment. âI didnât expect to cry this much.â
âChin-sun started it,â Yohan says, earning him a nudge and a playful glare.Â
âI just knew it mattered that you knew that it was okay,â she says, prompting you to look at her. âWe may be crying and going on about missing you and things not being the same but⊠what you leave behind doesnât make your decision any less valid, or even wrong. Only you would know what doing this could do for you, and thereâs absolutely nothing to be sorry for.â
You mumble your thanks again, feeling a bit of weight off your shoulders with the assurance that the team will be alright without you.Â
Outside, Jungkook looks on as everyone gathers around you, hugging you and wiping your tears, something he held himself back from doing.Â
Thereâs no call to be had. Heâd intended for todayâs meeting to be about discussing the plans moving forward, the added responsibilities that each member would have as Lucas adjusts, and how they could help in his transition. Jungkook didnât expect for it to turn out the way it did, with each person expressing their gratitude to you, comforting you, and sharing stories that show just how much you matter to them.Â
This is who you are - someone loved by the people around her, despite the distance she keeps. Thereâs just always been this warmth about you thatâs reflected in your ability to notice things, in your stubbornness, and in the way that you make every person feel cared for. Itâs something he always admired about you. Itâs also what he likes the most about you, and for all that you are, all that warmth and comfort that you deserve arenât things he can give. Not when heâs trying to keep his own distance, not when heâs trying to keep himself together, and not when heâs trying not to hold you back any more than he already did.Â
In a way, heâs glad that the team was able to express themselves to you. He likes to think that their words at least relieved you of whatever guilt you were feeling about leaving, something heâs also unable to do. They were able to assure you that they understand and only wish for your happiness. On his end, heâs ensuring that you donât have to worry about all the work youâll leave behind. Itâs his way of telling you that itâs okay.
Jungkook steps away when he hears you start to pack up. He walks back to his room and hears the teamâs plans of grabbing lunch at the dining hall then eating it at the floorâs outdoor space. Do-hyun tells you to ask him to join everyone, and Jungkook hates that heâd have to turn the invitation down. He does so by pretending to still be on a call when you peek into his room, and at this point, heâs unable to read your face.Â
He canât think that you were hoping heâd join you, as he canât feed the illusion that you still want him after everything. Heâll just believe that it was relief he saw in your eyes and that just like him, youâre creating distance because that makes it easier for both of you.Â
But the truth is, it doesnât, as an hour goes by and he spends it zoning out in the midst of sending emails and coordinating with Lucas about his move. Jungkook catches sight of you from his window, seated with your chair turned around, facing the shelves. Heâd seen you do that a few times - in the midst of a busy day, or that very first time after heâd gotten mad at you. He wonders what itâs about now.Â
Maybe itâs your decision still weighing heavy on you, or that you still have so much to do for turnover. Whatever it is, Jungkook fights the urge to go out there and ask you, to tell you that you could take a break if itâll help. Or to hug you if thatâs what you need.Â
At this moment, he lets himself wish that the world would just suspend for a while and he could do all that without any consequences. He wishes youâre both in some alternative universe where youâre still you and heâs still him but without the baggage, without the secrets, without the intertwined past. He wishes he could just be with you without any of the burden nor the doubts, and you could just go on and be honest with what you both want, and feel what you feel with no reservations, and that all that would be enough.Â
Thereâs so much he wants to do for you but he canât let himself be weak this time. You made your decision and he wonât hold you back. What heâll do is try to make things easy for you, although the sullenness in your eyes - that he briefly sees when you turn around to face your desk - tells him that it doesnât seem like itâs working.Â
But detachment is all he knows when it comes to things he canât control. He canât control you with the decision you made. He can't control how heâs taking it. And even after all that, he still canât control the way he feels or the way his heart breaks seeing you like this.
âHey, is everything okay?â
You look up from your desktop to a pair of questioning eyes, and you fumble for your tea and ask why heâs asking.
âJust curious,â Yoongi shrugs. âJungkookâs been cross-copying Lucas in some of our emails and I donât recall that ever happening before.â
You glance at your screen, seeing the messages that have the said man now looped in, all just today.Â
âUh, yeah. Jungkookâs including him in the communications already,â you answer. âI⊠I tendered my resignation yesterday, Yoongi. I leave in a month.â
You knew that Yoongi would always be supportive. So many times before, heâd asked you how you imagined your life to be and what you were going to do once you thought your time in the company was over. Heâd talked about his own plans, too, like opening up his own architectural firm in Daegu because that was always going to be his home. You knew that when the time came, heâd be proud of you because it would be your decision, and the look on his face right now tells you that he is.Â
âYou finally did it,â he smiles. âHow does it feel?â
âA lot of things,â you sigh, not wanting to give too much away. Not here at least. âThereâs just a lot to think about. Maybe when I take one of my remaining leaves, itâll finally sink in.â
âAnd howâs Jungkook taking it?â
Youâre about to answer, trying to formulate in your head how you can explain how Jungkook has been. But itâs that moment when said man opens his door with papers in hand, his eyes flitting from Yoongi to you. You ask him if thereâs anything he needs but he shakes his head and says he can handle it before closing the door. You stare at it for a while, hoping heâd come back out and say that he does need you to do something, but he doesnât.Â
âI guess not well,â Yoongi points out, prompting you to return your gaze to him.Â
âHe is, actually,â you counter. âHe accepted my resignation with no questions asked, gave me a recommendation letter, organized everything for my replacement, told me to take my remaining leaves⊠he hasnât given me more workload than I expected. He just wants me to focus on turning things over.â
âAnd thatâs âtaking it wellâ for you?â Yoongi cocks an eyebrow.Â
âWell, he hates change. The last time that happened and he got shipped to Seoul but couldnât bring his old assistant with him, he acted out. We both know how that went,â you say. âAnd now Iâm causing another big change. We had a routine going. The Arts Center opens in less than two months. And then I decided to leave. He could be letting out his anger and frustration on me but he isnât.â
âHmm,â Yoongi hums.Â
After knowing you for 10 years, heâs come to realize that you have your ways of coping with things. So does Jungkook.Â
âI think I know what heâs doing,â he continues, earning him a questioning look from you. âHeâs distancing himself. How else does he deal with anything that hurts or terrifies him? Heâs losing you, ___. Even just from a professional standpoint, thatâs a lot for him. On a personal level, even more.â
You look away, not wanting to think about the implications of Yoongiâs last statement. He picks it up, knowing that itâs probably hard for you to talk about right now.
âYou may not agree, but youâre important to him,â he adds. âIf you think this is easy for him, Iâm telling you now that it isnât. You know him. Heâs⊠heâs not good at expressing how he feels. He just shuts everyone out. Itâs his default. Even if the person heâs pushing away is probably the one he needs the most.â
âItâs more complicated than that,â you sigh.
You relate with Yoongiâs statement though. You pushed Jungkook away when all you wanted was to have him close. You decided to leave the company even though you hoped you could be with him. You may mean a lot to each other but it also doesnât mean itâs enough.Â
âIs it really?â He questions.
When you really think about it, it shouldnât. Jungkook likes you. You like him. For two people who are used to being on their own, finding comfort and strength in each other and then wanting that to last is simple. But how you both got here isnât. You kept a secret from him that may have tainted his trust in you. He pursued you in a way that made you doubt his sincerity. Youâre unsure how both of you could navigate all that, especially given the way you are.
Your silence prompts Yoongi to say that you donât have to tell him anything, but that heâs there should you need anyone to talk to. He leaves, and suddenly, the silence is too loud.Â
The rest of the afternoon feels too long, with time ticking by so slowly. You always liked how your desk was separated from everyone else, as it gives you the peace and quiet you need to focus on your tasks. Youâre also accessible to the VP, which makes everything easier and more efficient. But now, you hate it. Thereâs no sound but your thoughts ringing at you that you hear. And thereâs no Jungkook calling for you to give you things to do.Â
Not speaking to him nor seeing him makes your day incomplete. You used to enjoy your shared moments, like when youâd enter his room with his cup of coffee and youâd remind him to take a break. All those times when youâd make him sign documents, with him groaning at something heâs frustrated about and then telling you what you can do after you ask if you can help him with something. Those instances where heâd look through portfolios on your shelf and do small talk with you, and those times you thought he just needed a break or a friendly smile or a hum of encouragement.
Itâs only been the second day but thereâs none of those now, and you donât have anyone to blame but yourself. You let yourself be selfish for once by resigning. But you feel even more selfish by wishing he didnât act so unaffected, that heâd still ask for you after what youâre putting him through. Â
You clock out at 6, initially considering letting Jungkook know but then deciding against it, knowing that his nonchalance will just cause a crack in your heart. The rest of your evening feels lonely even with your variety TV show on, so does your commute to work the next morning that you now have to get used to. It didnât feel right to still have Mr. Ri drive for you, even though he messaged and insisted that he still could.
Itâs Wednesday, and thereâs something about the middle of the week that makes you feel uneasy - the week is halfway done; it feels like it flew by but it also canât end fast enough. There are documents on your desk for review and some emails that you need to get to, but Mrs. Myung calling to say that CEO Jeon wants to see you is what does your head in. You suppose heâd want to speak with you at one point; you just werenât prepared for it to be today.
The CEOâs office is like a personal museum, with photos and blueprints framed on the walls and miniature replicas of some of the companyâs earliest infrastructure being displayed in the large room. The view of the city is stunning from all angles, and you can only imagine how much creativity it inspires. Youâre still unsure how he thinks about you, but you bow shyly once he greets you and you take your seat when he asks you to.
âJungkook said heâll be announcing your resignation today,â the man says. âIt seems that he has everything organized already and ready for your departure.â
âHe has, Mr. Jeon,â you confirm. âI feel quite bad that Iâm not helping him with the arrangements. He, uh, he seems to have wanted to handle all of it all on his own.â
âWell, heâs pressed for time. He had to make quick decisions with the Arts Center opening in a few weeks.â
âI⊠I apologize for leaving at such a critical time,â you say, bowing your head in shame once more. âIââ
âYou have nothing to apologize for,â he shakes his head. âYou made a decision that was best for you. I guess I was just in denial that youâd do it so soon, or at least before the Center is revealed. Youâve worked hard on that, too. Iâm sure itâs difficult for you to let that go as well.â
You look up and see the gentleness in his eyes, the same ones that looked at you the first time you met him - in this room, over 20 years ago. He was a stranger to you, but he was kind. There wasnât much you remember from that day nor that period, but youâll always remember the soft way he greeted you and introduced himself.Â
You look back at the years after that. He didnât reach out much but you still felt him looking out for you and your mom. When you entered the company as an intern, he had that look of recognition, and then of pride.Â
Working here all these years, youâve seen him be the critical, perfectionist, and passionate man that he is. People stopped what they were doing when he entered the room, they listened when he spoke, he commanded fear and respect, but youâve seen his moments of tenderness and empathy, too. This is a man who commits himself to everything he does, something his son took after him. Itâs probably why with his years of experience, he knows that for you, walking away from the project you poured your soul into is just as hard.
âItâs a sad parting, I would say. But I know it will turn out just as beautiful as your son had hoped. He really put his everything into that and Iâm glad I got to see it almost completed,â you say, having visited the site not long ago. âThough Iâll no longer be here when the rest of the world sees it, I know itâll give him that satisfaction and pride that he managed to bring to life all that he envisioned.â
âI donât know about satisfaction and pride if youâre not around,â Mr. Jeon hums. âYouâre leaving a big hole in his life, ___. And I donât mean that just professionally.â
You turn away, unsure if youâre ready to address your feelings for Jungkook in front of his father.Â
âLooking back now, I was being selfish to you all these years,â he continues. âYou had a hard time when you first started and that all happened under my watch. I encouraged you to apply for that EA position because I knew that Hoseok would choose you by your own merit, and he would treat you well. He would train and mentor you and I selfishly hoped that my family would be redeemed in your eyes. And Jungkook⊠he⊠he reminded me of myself when I was younger. And you had the spirit of your mother,â he adds, his eyes softening at the mention of her. âYou had her heart and I hoped⊠I hoped that whatever gentleness youâd show my son would allow him to heal a little. It was unfair of me to give you that responsibility, especially given how he treated you at the beginning. Iâm so sorry, ___. I feel like I was holding you back and I never intended that.â
âPlease donât apologize, Mr. Jeon,â you insist, your eyes blurring a little with his honesty. âI still made the decision to stay every time. Even when it was hard. I⊠I wanted to show my gratitude to your family for what youâve done for us. I donât think Iâll ever be able to pay you back.â
âNone of that,â he shakes his head. âIt wasnât just about absolving myself of the guilt for what your mom had to go through because of me, which was bad enough in the first place. But I⊠I knew it was the only way I could thank her, that I could apologize. If there was a way I could help both of you rebuild your lives, I would.â
âAnd you did,â you assure him. âWe were safe. We made good memories in Busan. We now have a good home back in Daegu. I got to study and build myself and experience all these things. And I⊠I got to meet your son. And I got to see his heart. And Iâll always keep that with me, regardless of how things turned out.â
âDoes this mean that you and him arenât⊠uhââ
âIt was unprofessional to cross the line, Mr. Jeon,â you bow your head. âIâm so sorry that happened.â
âIâm not angry. I guess I shouldâve expected it. Iâd accept my wife calling me a matchmaker if only it was true,â he laughs dryly. âJungkook cares about you. And I know that you care about him. Youâve resigned now. Youâre⊠youâre free.â
âI didnât decide to leave so I could be with him, sir. I mean, that wasnât the primary intention,â you try to explain. âI⊠I always knew I would, but doing this soon is because Iâm unsure how to continue with my role given what happened. I hope Iâve clarified that.â
âIs this it, then? Is this goodbye for you and him?â
âI⊠I still hope Iâll see him one day, perhaps when weâve forgiven each other, when weâve come to understand the decisions that we made, and once weâve come to terms with them,â you say. âIâm unsure when that would be. But I hope Iâll have the chance to congratulate him and to tell him Iâm happy for him.â
âGoodbyes arenât always for good,â Mr. Jeon says. âIâd like to believe that we cross paths with people for a reason, that we lose them for a reason, and that we find them again for a reason.â
âThatâs not such a bad thought,â you smile. âI suppose that every person I lost for good was for a reason. If I find my way back to Jungkook⊠it should be for a good reason, too.â
âOf course. And I also mean that for us,â he smiles back. âPlease donât become a stranger. You mean a lot to our family, ___. How your mother helped me and how you helped our son will not be forgotten. Thank you.â
âLikewise, sir. You and Mrs. Jeon have helped us so much. Even Mr. Ri. I⊠I owe a lot to him as well.â
âYou should already know he has a soft spot for you. That man treats you like family.â
You smile to yourself, thinking of how Mr. Ri has looked out for you all these years. He sacrificed a lot, too, and that feeling of safety that he gave you and your mother changed everything for you, even if it took everything from him. But he never wavered, as he made sure to visit you regularly when you were growing up. You suppose he had to hold back once you started working for the company and especially for Jungkook, given the secret you both kept, but Mr. Ri has been showing that same care to you now that the truth is out.Â
âDid⊠did you know about him and my mom?â You wonder.Â
âI did,â Mr. Jeon nods. âIt was hard not to. Byung-hun was always serious and expressionless but his eyes always softened whenever she was around. Sheâs why he even smiled. But⊠decisions had to be made. Iâll always be sorry for what couldâve been.â
âItâs a love that lives on, though,â you say. âHeâs been such a big help to me these past few days.â
âThatâs good. You can always count on him. Heâll do anything for you, you should know that. Itâs how he keeps their memories alive.â
Itâs a nice thought, as you let the older manâs words settle. Love may not always be returned but the beauty is in how itâs expressed, in that itâs received regardless, and that itâs remembered.Â
You didnât expect for the talk with CEO Jeon to be as emotional and uplifting as it was. You suppose that all these years, you both were just trying to make it up to each other, to compensate for something that was given and for something that was taken away. Maybe he needed this closure, too, for him to know that youâve always forgiven him, and that after everything, youâre grateful for what his family has done for you.
Letting out a sigh of relief that at least heâs not angry at you, you return to your tasks. You organize some documents then enter Jungkookâs room to request his signature, immediately spotting some of those heâd already signed from yesterday.Â
You avoid his eyes again, and you only hope he doesnât see the sadness in yours when you hear the conversation heâs currently having.
âIs the apartment okay?â He says on the phone.Â
Itâs Lucas, you assume. Heâs scheduled to arrive today and is probably settling down first.Â
âYeah, just take your time. But donât forget to be at my penthouse tomorrow,â Jungkook continues. âMs. Cho will be there to brief you. Iâll see you at 7:00.â
He puts the phone down and retrieves the folder with all the files you set on his desk while you review the ones he just signed. Moments like this used to be spent on friendly banter or some questions on his end, but thereâs none of that now. Thereâs just the sound of the pen gliding on the sheet and the flipping of pages filling the tense-filled air in the room. He hands you back the folder and youâre forced to look at him to say your thanks.
âPlease be at my apartment tomorrow at 7. Mr. Ri can take you there, Iâm sure heâll insist,â Jungkook says.Â
âYes. Mr. Jeon,â you reply, your eyes focused on his desk.Â
âAnd prepare the conference room for the postponed team meeting. We start in 15 minutes.â
You confirm his instructions and quickly head out. You gather everyone - and receive another hug from Do-hyun that you hadnât realized youâve been needing so much - then proceed to the room as instructed.Â
Emotions are managed this time, with no more tearful goodbyes and sentimental speeches unlike the day before. Jungkook gets straight to the point by laying out the plans for Lucasâ onboarding and the division of tasks for the Arts Center opening. Youâre primarily assigned to handle the former, as youâll be turning over all of your responsibilities to him, including all documents, schedules, and contacts. Your facilitative role for the major project is divided between the rest of the team, and as you add the growing list of deliverables and other things youâre in charge of, youâre reminded just how hard youâve been working for this, too.Â
CEO Jeon was right. Youâre not just walking away from your job; youâre walking away from something that youâve started to believe in and be passionate about yourself. In a way, Jungkook gave that to you, and youâll always be grateful that he let you be a part of it.Â
The melancholic feeling stays with you for the rest of the day. You find yourself lingering on people and things and moments, as if capturing them so you can keep them in your memory.Â
You do that, too, during lunchtime with the team as you laugh at the stories and incidents you recall that only all of you know. You do it while replying to the dozens of messages you receive after the announcement, with some of the other assistants calling you and expressing their sadness. You do it as well when you email Jungkook another memo he has asked you to draft. And then again when you peek through the window while heâs busy working on perhaps some other design, the image of him focused being etched in your mind until you sleep that night.Â
You have to let go, you tell yourself; that was the point of resigning. Youâre free, like what CEO Jeon said. While you never likened being in this company to a prison, thereâs something liberating about stepping back from what youâve known for years and realizing that you enjoyed it, too, that it gave you a certain kind of happiness and satisfaction, and a special feeling that only you could have.
Jungkook was someone who gave you all that as well, even if it was all fleeting. But then again, you donât think anything really is. The things and people and emotions and moments you encounter all stay with you in one way or another. For that instance, you had them and they had you. Perhaps thatâs the beauty of it - they may not stay but they will always linger.Â
You enter the car the next morning with the scent of freshly baked pastry. Your eyes light up when you see the iced coffee, prompting Mr. Ri to let out a soft laugh and say that he picked them up on the way for you.
âJungkookâs got a packed day so I doubt heâd have time for breakfast and I assumed that meant you, too,â he adds.Â
âNot really,â you sigh. âHeâs keeping me to just turnover duties for my last weeks here. I doubt Iâd be that busy. But breakfast is good. I woke up late so I managed to only grab some fruits.â
âI think he just doesnât want you to be stressed. Saying goodbye is hard enough.â
âI suppose⊠I guess I just hoped things would slow down a bit. But then again, Iâm the one who abruptly resigned,â you say. âNo one was afforded time to process things, including me.â
âIt will sink in soon enough,â he hums. âEspecially once you see how things change.â
âThey have,â you whisper, the sullenness in your eyes letting the other man know just how much. âAnd I have no right to wish they didnât, at least not this fast.â
âOh, ___,â Mr. Ri turns to you with a sad smile. You canât imagine him being the cold and stoic man that CEO Jeon had described, one who only softened when your mother was around. âYou do. Standing by our decisions means that we accept whatever the consequences are, not that we canât wish they were different. Iâm pretty sure Jungkook feels that way, too. Heâs dealing with you leaving, but it doesnât mean he wishes you had to. And maybe⊠deep in your heart, you wished that not staying in the company didnât have to mean not being with him.â
Itâs a thought youâve had for a long time, but one you donât want to acknowledge. Thereâs a lot of things youâre still scared to face, including just how much you want him. Youâre afraid to break, to want to take it all back, and to realize just how much youâre losing by letting all this go.Â
And like the family heâs come to be, Mr. Ri reminds you that this pain youâre feeling is part of the process of finding the happiness youâve been yearning for.
âSometimes we have to lose things for something so much better,â he comforts. ââBetterâ could be a person or a state of mind. In your case, I think itâs discovering that kind of strength you didnât know you had; itâs that freedom that you wouldnât have otherwise felt even if you got together with Jungkook. For as long as youâre in the company, youâll always feel burdened and that somethingâs missing at the same time. You always needed this. And I shouldâve encouraged you to be braver a long time ago.â
âThen I wouldnât have met him,â you say immediately, the thought breaking you, even if you tried to convince yourself it was better that you didnât. âHe and I have pasts that intertwine and if we never met then there⊠there would be nothing of him Iâd carry, thereâd be no trace of him in me.â
But you did meet. And now thereâs Jungkook in you - in your bravery, in your strength, in your silence. Heâs in your appreciation for art and design and love for disposable cameras and capturing good memories. You carry him with you, and the thought makes things hurt a little less. Maybe all that is why you got the courage to walk away in the first place. Maybe those could push you to find him again, too.
Youâre deep in your head that you donât realize youâre already at Jungkookâs building until Mr. Ri is calling your name. You exit, and right at the entrance, you see a well-dressed man with a bright yellow helmet on one hand and a scooter on the other, his smile brightening his whole face as he greets you. Heâs Lucas, he says, and youâd almost forgotten the purpose of why youâre back here after almost a week.Â
âItâs nice to finally meet you, Ms. Cho. Although I wish it were for happier reasons,â he says, his face softening.Â
âItâs happy enough,â you smile. âYouâre living abroad like you said you wanted to, and this is career advancement for you. Theyâre all good things.â
âI suppose so. Although I didnât really get to prepare myself much. Iâm quite nervous, if Iâm being honest.â
You pass over your access cards to him and let him go through the buildingâs security process. Itâs another way youâre letting go of Jungkook, you think, and thereâs more of that melancholic feeling, as memories of all your mornings here fly through your mind.Â
âYouâve been with Mr. Jeon longer than I have, Lucas. You know how he works,â you tell him. âSure, there are added responsibilities as the Vice Presidentâs EA but youâll learn them through experience. You have the skills good enough to be his assistant in the first place. And heâs⊠heâs good at what he does. Heâs good to people. Those should make things easier for you.â
âHmm thatâs true,â he replies, as you both head towards the elevator. âHe seems a lot calmer than Iâm used to. And more poised. Andâ I donât know if I can say this but, more considerate, I suppose. He made sure everything was organized for my move. He checked on me when I arrived. He even got me a scooter because my old one was a bit rusty already.â
You smile to yourself. Theyâre simple things, and it makes you think that maybe Jungkook used to not show much care to his staff. Lucas doesnât seem to hold resentment of any kind, so you suppose Jungkook just gave or did the bare minimum. If your relationship with him somehow influenced this kinder and perhaps softer version of him, then meeting you wasnât so bad for him either.
Lucas rambles a little as he talks about being anxious working with all the bosses, and you wish there was a way that you could ease his worries. You understand it. You were in his shoes once, and you hope that your mentorship of him during this turnover period will be enough.Â
âAll that to say that I have large shoes to fill,â he adds. âAnd I just donât want to disappoint him.â
âAnd you wonât,â you assure the younger man as you reach Jungkookâs floor. âYouâre gonna be fine and the team is gonna support you. So will he, so you just do what you can and things will fall into place.â
Lucas sighs in relief and smiles. Itâs the most you can do for now and you hope at least for today, itâs enough.Â
You enter Jungkookâs apartment and a feeling of sadness rushes through you. Everything looks the same and itâs much too quiet than youâre used to.Â
You tell Lucas what you normally do and he says that Jungkookâs doing away with breakfast.
âHe knows I fast so we never really had meals in the morning,â Lucas says. âBut itâs nice you got to prepare them for him. He was always too busy and didnât realize he hadn't had anything to eat until past lunch time.â
You nod, realizing that you probably created that routine you both had. Jungkook used to just always go straight to business but at least with you, he was able to slow down a little and enjoy a meal. Youâd come to like those moments, you smile to yourself. He felt a little more human to you then.
You go through Jungkookâs usual schedule and give Lucas a list of numbers to call, like his house cleaner and cook. There are other routines you share, and the young man starts to take note, as some of them are new due to Jungkookâs role.Â
Itâs not long after when the man himself shows up, walking into the kitchen donned in a dark blue suit. You reflexively take a step forward, ready to fix his crooked tie, but then you realize that this is one routine youâve stopped doing for a while, so you put your hand down and bow to him in greeting.Â
Jungkook just nods at you and then asks Lucas how the move was and if everythingâs okay. The young man answers accordingly, with just enough information to not prolong the conversation.Â
âItâs gonna be a hectic couple of weeks so itâs good youâve settled in,â Jungkook says. âHave you gone through the buildingâs security process? Do you have access to my apartment now?â
âYes, sir. Ms. Cho has briefed me about all of that,â Lucas says.
âGood,â Jungkook nods. âIâll just grab my things and we can go. Weâll run through yesterdayâs meeting and my schedule for the remainder of the week in the car.â
He walks towards his study to get his bag while you and Lucas stay behind.
âArenât you gonna fix his tie?â You whisper to the man next to you.
âWhy, whatâs wrong with it?â Lucas asks, turning to Jungkook and looks intently at his outfit.
âThe knot is slightly to the right,â you point out.
Lucas takes a few seconds to answer before he nods in agreement. âI donât really fix it but I could tell him.â
Youâre all in the elevator and with Lucas looking a bit antsy, Jungkook asks him whatâs wrong.
âYour⊠your tie is slightly to the right, sir,â Lucas says.
It prompts Jungkook to face the mirror, adjusting it himself numerous times until he figures it out. Turning around, with his eyes flitting to you, he asks, âis this alright?â
You nod, feeling the distance once again.Â
Jungkook used to look at you in a way that always seemed to be more during this shared moment, with words and feelings unsaid, and you realize that so did you. Itâs such a simple thing - fixing his suit, but itâs seconds where itâs all quiet and itâs just your breaths sharing space, your glances meeting, maybe your hearts beating a little too fast, a little too loud.Â
But thereâs none of that now. Thereâs just distance and itâll get farther as time passes by, especially once all three of you make it to the car and you know, next to him is no longer the place you should be. You take the passenger seat, feeling unfamiliar when you hear his voice right behind you.Â
Jungkook goes on about Lucasâ new role to include preparing his clothes for the week, which means styling him accordingly. Itâs a task the younger man says makes him nervous, but Jungkook assures him.
âJust make sure the clothes match and that I donât look ridiculous. And that, uh, my tie isnât crooked.â
Lucas chuckles and says heâs up for the challenge before the conversation switches to the meetings today and tomorrow. Jungkook asks you questions and you fill in some other details. Youâre not as on top of his schedule as you used to be, and he instructs that for the meetings after the turnover to Lucas, youâll no longer be required to attend. You have leaves to take, Jungkook reminds you, and given that youâre set to start work elsewhere soon, having some time off would be good.Â
âAll noted, sir,â you say, and despite how you feel, you also agree.Â
You arrive at the office and Lucas is promptly introduced to the team. Heâs received well, as heâs able to match the young onesâ energy and you see the respect he has for the rest, including you. You already know heâs going to do well, and you make a mental note to tell Bitna and Mrs. Myung to look after him as well, the same thing you told Mr. Ri to do.Â
While Lucas fixes his documents with HR, you decide to bring Jungkook a cup of coffee and some biscuits, unsure if heâs had any breakfast yet. He promptly looks up from his desk when you enter, nodding in acknowledgement when you place them on his desk.Â
âLucas is a fast learner and heâs good with people,â Jungkook says, surprising you, as you hadnât expected him to start a conversation. âHe just needs to work on being a leader and holding the team together. Youâre⊠youâre very good at that. I know itâs a short time but I hope itâs something you could teach him.â
It takes a while for you to respond. Even if his tone is not the soft one youâve gotten used to, his words still hold warmth in them - towards Lucas. And towards you.Â
âI⊠I will, sir. And if it means anything, I think heâll do well. Heâs got good people looking out for him, including you.â
You want to return his kind words, but you also want to remind him that despite how you both started, he stood by your side and guided you. And that helped you be even more confident and capable in what you do. You hope itâs something youâre able to tell him, in a more truthful and vulnerable way he deserves, but thereâs no place for that now. Yet the way he nods tells you that maybe he knows, and as you hold his gaze for a little longer than usual, you hope youâre also able to say a bit more.Â
That you miss your mornings together. That days donât feel the same without his soft laughter. That youâve almost forgotten how his smile looks like. That thereâs so much of him you want to keep even though you shouldnât. That you hope he wishes, just like you, that youâd find your way back to him someday even if right now, you have to do this.Â
The knock on the door signals that your shared moment has passed and youâre unsure if any of that reached him. Maybe not, as he turns away and just nods.Â
Lucas enters, and you remind him of that building tour you said youâd give. Heâs been to the office three times but only in the conference hall, so you decide to take him around before that meeting with the design department in an hour. Do-hyun will cover for both of you while youâre away, so Jungkook tells you to advise her that he wonât be taking any calls or visitors in the meantime.Â
You nod, and Jungkook watches you walk out the door as he keeps himself steady like always, holding himself back from wanting you to stay a little longer, from asking how youâre doing, from taking you in his arms like heâs been wanting to do for days.Â
Itâs hard having to act like it doesnât affect him, like it doesnât break his heart seeing the sadness in your eyes with how heâs taking your departure. While that overheard conversation told him that you planned on leaving, he wasnât ready for you to do it so soon. Perhaps he shouldâve expected it - you both kissed and he went ahead and said the words heâd never said before, and thatâs what caused you to push him away and decide that you didnât want anything to do with him despite how you feel.
He doesnât know if you ever planned on telling him the truth about who you are. He doesnât know what your plans have always been and what they are now. He doesnât know what youâre feeling and how youâre dealing with all these goodbyes. He supposes if heâd asked first, maybe things would have turned out differently, and you wouldnât be leaving this way. Maybe he wouldnât be hating himself for detaching so quickly and so certainly, as if he isnât missing everything about you, as if he isnât wishing that he could just hold you in his arms and have you stay there.Â
It took everything in him not to fall apart when he saw your resignation letter. Youâd been so certain and after what he learned, he didnât want to hold you back anymore. He hoped youâd at least want to talk about what you felt, or perhaps assure him that leaving the company doesnât mean leaving him for good. He kissed you and you kissed him back. And he canât wrap his head around how you could do that and then so easily decide that being with him isnât what you want.
Itâs all too much, and the only thing he knows he could do for you is make the departure less difficult by making sure that you have nothing to worry about what youâre leaving behind. He made the executive decision to get Lucas, and it wasnât hard getting his fatherâs approval this time around. Jungkook organized the whole move and all other turnover matters so that you wouldnât be bothered by them. He recommended that you take your remaining leaves so youâd get some rest before you move on to your next job, wherever that is. He didnât want you to be burdened by the extra tasks you have to do for him, including going to his apartment every morning.Â
But disengaging with you, distancing himself⊠those are for his benefit. And for you, too, as he doesnât want to linger and then be foolish by asking you to reconsider, or telling you that he still wants you, that he meant everything he said about what he feels, and that he wishes youâd assure him of your sincerity and tell him you want him just as much. Acting unaffected is the only way that he can maintain that sense of control, the one he lost when he decided to be honest with you and give in to his desires.Â
He knows itâs not ideal but he doesnât know how else to give you the freedom you deserve while wanting you next to him. A part of him holds onto the hope that you want that, too - to unburden yourself while being with him. Heâd seen the sadness in your eyes these past days and he wants to think itâs because of the distance heâs creating, or because you miss him, too. Heâs noticed your glances and lingering looks, heâd seen you stop yourself from fixing his tie this morning, and thereâs a softness in your voice thatâs different from how it usually is.Â
But much as he has a lot to say, he also doesnât know how to. Heâs afraid that if he tries, youâll push him away again, maybe further this time that he wonât know how to get you back. Heâs afraid that youâll look at him differently, that youâd think he doesnât care about what you want, or that youâll realize that itâs just not going to work. He doesnât like whatâs happening but he doesnât think heâs ready for what would happen if he does anything else.Â
So he stays where he is, close enough to see you, but not enough to feel your presence. Every second that heâs without you, he feels himself slipping away. He wants to give in but he knows he canât, so he decides to do the only thing he knows - pull back, distance himself, disengage.Â
He tells himself to just focus on the tasks at hand, that there are a lot more things that require his full attention, and it helps somehow. He presides over the meetings with the design team and then with marketing with few distractions. He sees you from his periphery taking minutes just as Lucas does, but Jungkook doesnât comment on it. He just goes from one meeting to the next, one call to another one, and one email to a dozen more.Â
The day is almost over before he knows it, as the knock on the door pulls him away from the budget report heâs reviewing. Itâs a little disorienting seeing Lucas once it opens. That used to be you - asking if thereâs anything else he needs before you head home. And Jungkook would often take a while to answer just to keep you a little longer before letting you go, even if heâs assured that heâll see you again in the morning - in his kitchen preparing him a meal, the start of a routine thatâs become the best part of his day.Â
But itâs not you standing by his doorway now. And it wonât be you whoâll be in his penthouse in the morning. You wonât be asking if he got to rest well. You wonât be standing close to him as you fix his outfit, your eyes focused on the creases of his top while his eyes are focused on you. You wonât surprise him with fried rice or fancy-looking eggs on toast while you sneak glances at him to see if he enjoyed it, which he always does. You wonât be there to tease or bicker with him, and he wonât see your warm smile whenever he laughs or teases back.  Â
He doesnât know how he survived the week without all of that. He knows heâll have to learn how to get through everyday with that big, empty space youâre leaving. And heâs terrified that heâll get used to it; the last thing he wants is to forget how it felt when you were still around.Â
âMr. Jeon?â Lucas calls out again, pulling Jungkook out of his thoughts. âIâm heading home. What time did you want me to be at your penthouse tomorrow morning?â
Itâs silly but Jungkook feels protective of his mornings with you. If heâll no longer have it, then heâll just live in the memory by himself. So he tells Lucas to be at his place at 7:30 AM, right before they leave.Â
âUnderstood, sir. Iâll see you then.â
Jungkook bids him goodbye and returns to his task, but heâs too distracted by the silence so he decides to go home. He enters the car, feeling the tiredness weigh his body down - not only does he stay up to work, he also wakes up early to do his workout. Itâs only been a week but itâs catching up to him, and the deep sigh he releases catches Mr. Riâs attention.Â
âYou should get proper rest,â the older man advises. âYouâre gonna get sick at the rate youâre going.â
âIâm fine,â Jungkook huffs. âIâll rest when Iâm dead.â
âI should ask ___ to tell you to slow down. She knows how to make you listen, doesnât she?â
âThatâs not necessary,â Jungkook sighs, even if he knows itâs the truth.Â
You had a calming way of telling him to take a pause, and he always listened because itâs you.Â
âThen you better listen to me,â Mr. Ri says, eyeing him from the rearview mirror. âYou need to be at your best these next few weeks and you wonât be if you push yourself too hard. You have a team that has your back. Itâs all going to work out.â
âThatâs exactly what she would say,â Jungkook shakes his head, suddenly hearing your voice in his head.Â
âI know. And I bet you that sheâd say it even more if she sees how you are now. You need to rest, Jungkook. I mean it.â
âYeah, yeah,â he says in submission, deciding that heâll just buy food on the way home and then call it a night. But the mention of your name has his mind going to you again. âDid⊠did she eat breakfast?â Jungkook asks.
âShe did, and she liked it,â Mr. Ri responds. âYou know, she still wouldâve eaten it even if I said that you asked me to get those pastries for her. It wouldnât have made a difference.â
âIt would have. Sheâll know it was from me.â
âAnd? Just because sheâs leaving, it doesnât mean you have to stop showing her that you care. And it doesnât mean that she stopped caring, either.â
At Jungkookâs silence, the older man continues.
âWhy do you do that? Why hide behind your pain? Why make excuses for what you feel about her? You think itâs easier that way?â he presses. âYou think it helps you and her when you act like it doesnât affect you?â
âShe pushed me away, okay? What do you expect me to feel?â
âBut she still cares about you, at least acknowledge that.â
âBut I want her to want me,â Jungkook raises his voice, surprising himself with the burst of emotion he didnât expect. âI donât just want her to care. I⊠I want her to be with me. But she has a life to live beyond all this, and I donât think she wants me to be a part of that.âÂ
Mr. Ri turns to Jungkook with sad eyes, unable to say anything else. He doesnât know what kind of comfort the younger man needs. It starts and ends with you, it seems, and perhaps thatâs expected. After Jungkookâs breakup with Chaerin, he kept his heart guarded and didnât bother to let anyone have a peek. All encounters were shallow, all attempts at getting him to share himself were futile. Until you. And now that heâs shared a little bit of himself, with you turning away from it, he feels exposed and bare, and he has to build his walls back up again.Â
Mr. Ri gets to witness it this time, and his heart breaks for the younger man, too. Having heard both sides, he knows that Jungkook respects your decision and wants to be with you. Those can coexist. He also knows that you want to be free from the ties that bind you to this family and want to be with him. Those can coexist as well. But he knows, more than anyone, that youâll both have to make a decision, and youâll both have to learn to do that.Â
âI canât tell you what to do, Jungkook. And I canât tell her, either,â the older man sighs. âYouâll have to figure things out on your own and decide what you want to do because thatâs the only way youâll get to stand by your choices.â
Itâs a piece of advice that Jungkook should follow, even if all he wants is for someone to tell him what to do. But perhaps thatâs also hard if he canât make sense of everything that he feels. And itâs both of you suffering at the end of it.
He stays quiet for the rest of the ride, wanting to just shut out his thoughts even if there are hundreds of them swimming in his mind. When Mr. Ri asks him where he wants to grab his dinner, Jungkook canât decide and ends up going to a convenience store instead. He sighs to himself as he realizes the memories thatâll come up by being here; he wants to escape thoughts of you, but he still ends up thinking about you whatever he does, as if his mind and body gravitate towards you without realizing it.Â
He buys instant noodles and some snacks. He munches on choco pie during the ride back to his penthouse and remembers the way you smiled when you ate it that night when he stayed with you. Itâs an image he keeps until he falls asleep, and thereâs that empty feeling again when he wakes up in the morning.
Lucas arrives that Friday as instructed and they leave for the office right away. They talk about the Arts Center and the schedule for the day, and they arrive at the building at the same time that you do.Â
Itâs a little tense sharing the elevator with you this time, especially as he formally greets you as if he wasnât torturing himself with the thought of you all night. But you smile and act cordial, choosing to let the silence engulf all three of you and just deal with it.Â
There are virtual meetings he has to attend, and Jungkook multitasks while reviewing some reports that are on his desk. There are some things he knows he needs to sign, so he calls your phone and asks them where they are.Â
You walk inside his room with a folder of documents and promotional materials for his approval, setting them on his desk and explaining that Lucas was going to bring them in after he was done speaking with HR.
You watch as Jungkook, with scrunched eyebrows, goes through each sheet of paper. Thereâs so much tension on his face and his entire body, and you wonder if heâs been resting properly. Perhaps not, as you see the dark circles under his eyes.
âYou donât have to wait for Lucas to give these to me,â Jungkook says. âYou still have that responsibility. Youâre still my assistant.â
Thereâs no anger in his voice but you canât help but feel defensive. Heâs instructed you to focus on turning over files and functions, after all.
âAm I?â You find the courage to question him. âYouâve made yourself perfectly clear on what Iâm only here for.â
Jungkook is taken aback by your words, not expecting you to say them with a mix of sadness and bitterness. But he answers back, unable to control himself this time.Â
âAnd youâve made yourself perfectly clear on what you want. And what you donât want,â he says, more bitterly than he intended.Â
Your face falls, and he hates himself for making you feel like this, so he backtracks.
âIâm just⊠trying to make things easier for you,â he reasons, glancing at you before returning his gaze to the papers. âThere are lots of things to turn over and I prefer that you just focus on them. I need Lucas to know what to do because you always did, and thatâs a big loss for the team. Itâs not my intention to undermine you or⊠make you feel like Iâm replacing you. I know I wonât be able to,â he says boldly. âYouâre leaving and Iâm just trying to deal with it the best way I know how.â
You look at him and see the mix of frustration and sadness on his face. This is all on you, and you hate that you donât know what to do about it. So you accept his words in submission.
âI understand, sir,â you say, almost like a whisper. âIâm⊠Iâm sorry.â
You bow then head out, leaving Jungkook rooted in his seat like always, knowing that a second more and he wouldâve called you back, even if he doesnât know what heâd say, just so he could be around you a few seconds longer.Â
But he lets you go. Whatever he wants to say wonât make it out anyway.Â
Jungkook gets through the rest of the day constantly distracted, always half-hoping itâs you when thereâs a knock on the door, or glancing at your direction from his seat, expecting youâd be meeting his eyes. But itâs never you on the other side and you donât look his way, and before he knows it, Lucas is saying goodbye and then Hoseok is calling to tell him to go home already.Â
Jungkook tries, though. He finishes half a bottle of whiskey and then sleeps through mid-morning. He doesnât really know what to do with the time he has and he hates that he has so much of it.
For the first time, he forces himself not to think about the Arts Center, so he decides to sketch some designs for the various residential projects he has in the pipeline. Some are still in their early stages but that Scandinavian-inspired building that heâs been visiting various properties for is still being conceptualized. He doesnât want to rush, believing that the right design will come, and he hopes that by going through the photos from his trip with Hoseok and A-yeong to Europe last year, heâll have that extra nudge or perhaps, a burst of inspiration.
The buildings are intricate and majestic, but itâs the little cafes that catch his attention, the fountains in the gardens, and the faraway shots he took of Hoseok and A-yeong as they laughed and danced about. Thereâs something captivating about the everyday moments, and when he clicks on the photo of the sky, heâs reminded that all those times, he was thinking of you - that clarity, the stability, the comfort. Jungkook always has a lot of things going on in his head but youâve become that person who makes him stop and look around, who makes him see the beauty in things, who makes him want them for himself this time.Â
There are some images that float through his mind for the project - large windows, spacious courtyards, open living spaces, muted palettes, tree-lined streets - but with all the comfort and beauty that those bring, his thoughts still shift to you. He remembers how you looked against the mountains during the team building, how the sun made you glow even more, how you looked at peace by the stream, and all he can think about is the sadness that comes with knowing theyâre all just memories - still images in his mind that haunt him of what couldâve been.Â
Jungkook decides to switch strategies an hour later, the emptiness of his penthouse adding to the emptiness he feels inside. Thinking that a change of scenery is what he needs, he puts on his tracks and hoodie and heads out for a run. Thereâs no destination in mind. Heâll just jog around town, stop if he feels like it, and then head on out again until the thought of you fades from his mind.Â
He knows heâs not fooling anyone; heâll probably still be thinking about you. But at least for those hours where heâs distracted by the sounds of the cars and the people in the streets, thereâs less of you in there.Â
Itâs quite sunny out. Itâs mid-afternoon and he likes the feel of the sweat in his body, the heat contrasting the occasional burst of wind. He stops by a garden, then a convenience store for a drink, then runs up a trail to get a view of the city. The sun starts to set and Jungkook takes it slow. With his hands in his pockets, he leisurely walks to a nearby neighborhood that he hasnât been to before.Â
He appreciates the calmness this time and thinks that maybe spending his weekends like this every once in a while isnât so bad. But he thinks of other ways he could spend it and with whom. Finding new restaurants to eat at and places to explore with you flash through his mind. So does watching your variety shows with you on the couch or some local film like what you enjoy doing on your own.Â
Jungkook doesnât fight against it this time. He realizes that the more he resists it, the angrier heâll be, and he doesnât want to feel that anymore. He wasnât mad at you, he was mad at the situation. He was mad at himself for waiting too long, for not handling things properly, for not talking to you about it⊠for not being honest about what he really wanted early on. Heâs trying not to be selfish by letting you walk away, but maybe thatâs selfish, too, if all heâs focused on is how he deals with it, without considering how itâs also affecting you.Â
He sighs to himself. Heâs feeling so much, and this hasnât happened in a long time. He wasnât good at this then, and it seems that he hasnât learned; he doesnât know how to express what he feels even now.Â
The sound of childrenâs laughter catches his attention, and Jungkook turns to his left and finds himself outside of the neighborhood park. The playground is hidden behind large trees, and as if by some serendipitous occurrence, he walks inside and finds a bench to sit on. Itâs where he stays as he watches the last remaining child leave the swing and head home.Â
Silence envelopes him now. He remembers his childhood - how he disliked playing in the nearby playground because he was always teased for being the shy and quiet kid, how his brother laughed along, and how his father constructed one for him so he could enjoy it for once. His brother never joined him, choosing to stay in the treehouse built for him on the other side of their property, and Jungkook liked it that way.Â
He would climb up the small rock wall and then slide down the slide. Heâd swing himself as high as he could, giggling loudly because of the ticklish feeling in his stomach and no one would hear him. Heâd look through the telescope and gaze at the stars in the evening. On some afternoons, heâd sit on the little bench and just draw cars and buildings and houses on his sketch pad, just like heâd seen his father do. Out there, he felt like he could be anyone. He could do anything and feel anything and not be afraid. No one was going to hurt him. Nothing would make him feel unwanted - not the birds, not the butterflies, not the bees that heâd watch from afar.Â
His old man may have always been busy but he built that playground for him without Jungkook asking him to. They were words that his father couldnât say, apologies that he couldnât voice out, a desire for more time that he couldnât express or maybe even commit to, which is why they remained unspoken.Â
After the incident at the cabin when Jungkook felt abandoned, he stopped playing. He stopped going outside, afraid of the open air, of the possibility that the rain would come, of his father joining him in a space that used to be one where no one could disappoint him.Â
Time passed and the apologies were still unspoken. The emotions were kept hidden, the desire left unsaid. But they remained. Jungkook knew because his father kept that playground in its spot despite the renovations done in the estate over the years. He maintained them, too, making sure that he seals them regularly, that he repairs damages, that he paints them once the color has started to fade.
Jungkook knew this because every time he visited their home, he always spent some time there. And he saw that the playground always looked the way it did when he first saw it over 20 years ago. He was there last week, and he remembers that in the midst of his outburst, being there calmed him down.Â
Despite all the painful memories in between, and even if heâd outgrown it already, the safety was still there. It held memories, it felt like freedom, it held that child-like belief that he could do and be anything and he could be happy.
And as Jungkook watches the sky turn dark, the calmness overtakes him. Any playground elicits that kind of feeling, and he hears the apologies, he feels the emotions, he understands the desire.Â
He realizes that heâs very much like his father, just as you and Mr. Ri and Hoseok have told him. Because much as the old man is good at many things, expressing how he feels is one thing he struggles with. Thatâs why he builds things. He builds homes for his wife and a treehouse and playground for his sons.Â
And like some epiphany, Jungkook realizes that he may not be able to express what he feels, but he may be able to show you. The words may never be enough, even as they remain unsaid, but he can at least give you a space that matters to you, a place just like his playground that you could go to to feel safe, where you could be anyone, where you could do anything and feel anything and not be afraid.Â
It will be a place where no one can hurt you, not even him, and where youâll always be wanted - by the characters in your picture books, and the birds and butterflies and bees that youâll color. You may have outgrown them, but he knows that the memories of your childhood will remind you that thereâs a place for you, in his heart especially.Â
His mind starts to race, with designs and details flashing through his mind. He rushes home and starts working, and he doesnât leave his study until 3 in the morning. But heâs satisfied, and he spends the next day making calls and other arrangements, ensuring that the plans are set for dissemination to the team.Â
Itâs a monumental task for the time that he has. The Arts Center opening isnât far from now. Heâll probably earn the ire of everyone involved, including his father, but Jungkook will just have to deal with all that.Â
Right now, what matters is that he gets to do this to show you how he feels. He doesnât know when youâll see it, if youâll decide to go when it opens in a few weeks, but he hopes that when you do, youâll know that you made him feel something that he hasnât in a long time, and he hopes that if he no longer gives you that feeling of comfort and safety that heâs been giving, then thereâs a place that he built so youâd feel all those again.
You sit on your desk that Monday morning and try to act as if all your contrasting emotions arenât weighing heavily on you.Â
Being with your friends over the weekend helped, as you took the train to meet them this time and told them everything thatâs happened. You apologized for not telling them right away, but they knew that it was important for you to feel everything on your own first and try to figure it out. You said you really hadnât - deciding to leave seemed so simple but the feelings and the truth complicated them, and now youâre left with a broken heart and the belief that Jungkook wonât forgive you, that he wonât want you anymore, that he'll just let you walk away without any closure.
Soomin and Jimin just held you and listened. They knew from the start it would be difficult. Your past wasnât something you talked about so easily, and it took you years to even tell them your story, how you ended up in Busan and why you had to return to Daegu because it was already safe for you to go back home. There was no judgment, only support, even when you decided to enter the company and work for the people that you felt you owed your life to.
Their resentment towards Jungkook stemmed from how he treated you at the beginning; they knew that yours was the same. But they never questioned your sincerity when it came to how you felt - youâre never like this, they said. It takes a lot for you to let someone in and ties to his family isnât enough for that. If anything, thatâs what told them it was real - you wouldâve tried hard to control the feelings but you still gave in, and for you to think he was worth that even for the briefest moment means he probably was.Â
Their perspective affirmed you in a way. This wasnât just some silly crush on your boss, but this also wasnât something you could just easily forget or get over. Your happiness always comes first, and it may look like a life with him in it, but it doesnât mean he gets to be part of it right now. Itâs also possible itâs one without him, and if it is, then youâre just going to have to learn to accept that.Â
You sigh to yourself. Youâre in no better place than you were last week, but at least you have less days left in being here. But then again, that also just means the closer you are to really saying goodbye.Â
You go through your checklist of things to turn over and do before you leave, and while youâre halfway through, putting together event and project portfolios and documenting best practices still takes a lot of time.Â
Youâre about to begin your first task of the day when you hear rushed footsteps. Lucas scurries over to your side to leave his things then grabs some folders.
âHey, is everything okay?â You ask the visibly stressed man next to you.
âUh, yeah,â he responds. âMr. Jeon called for a meeting about the Arts Center and there are changes. He wants to add something.â
âAt this stage?â You ask worriedly.Â
âYeah. It seems like itâs quite a bit of work. Iâm⊠Iâm freaking out because this is a really big project and âIâ
âWonât disappoint him, Iâm sure of it,â you try to comfort him. âYouâll be fine, Lucas. Just take a breath and take it one step at a time. Iâll be right here.â
You smile at him warmly, hoping that the bit of encouragement would help. The opening is a few weeks from now. At this point, focus should just be on finishing touches, finalizing government certifications, and promotion, but with how Lucas seems a bit rattled, the changes might indeed be a bit overwhelming.Â
He excuses himself to prepare the conference room and get the team then leaves, and as youâre about to follow him, Jungkook exits his office then stands by the hallway.Â
âMs. Cho,â he calls out, prompting you to stay in your place. âThere is no need for you to attend the meetings about the Arts Center.â
Youâre taken aback by his statement but you recover.Â
âBut⊠itâs opening in a few weeks, sir. Thereâs lots to do, and Lucas just said there are changes,â you counter. âIf thereâs anything I can do to help, you know I would.â
âI know that,â he says. âAnd Iâm saying that thereâs no need this time. The team can manage. Youâve taught them well.â
âButââ
âYouâve tendered your resignation, Ms. Cho,â he reminds you, his tone a little softer than itâs been recently. âYour remaining days here are meant for turnover and mentoring Lucas in his general functions, and not to take on added or continuing responsibilities.â
He may have a point, but it doesnât take away from your sadness over no longer knowing how the preparations are going. Youâve become invested in the Arts Center this past year, too, and while you knew you had to let that go as well, it doesnât mean itâs easy.
âUnderstood, sir,â you concede, bowing your head down in submission. âIâll continue with my reports, then.â
He just nods, and you donât miss the tinge of apology in his eyes. He leaves, and youâre left alone again; you think thatâs how youâve been feeling all this time.Â
You get on with your task, and itâs not long after when Hoseok enters, his bright smile only doing little to raise your spirits.Â
âHey, ___,â he greets. âHow are you holding up?âÂ
âJust fine,â you try to smile. âAre you looking for Jungkook? Heâs not here right now. Heâs meeting the team about the Arts Center and if youâre wondering why Iâm not there, itâs because he didnât want me to be. First he replaces me, and then he excludes me and I just feel so⊠IâŠâ
âSeems like youâre less than fine,â Hoseok says sullenly. âIâm so sorry, ___. I know this has been hard for you. For both of you.â
You know it is. But you suppose that you and Jungkook deal with difficulties differently.Â
âYou⊠you understand why I had to do this, right?â You ask.Â
âI do,â he affirms, his eyes softening even further. âAnd so does Jungkook. And thatâs the hard part. He doesnât want you to go but he knows you have to do this for yourself. I guess⊠Your decisiveness hurt him. And with what Iâm seeing now, I guess his acceptance hurt you, too.â
âI⊠Iâm such a mess. Maybe I deserve all this,â you sigh. âHow could I kiss him, push him away, leave him, want him, but canât bring myself to be with him?â
âBecause youâre human and could want things that youâre afraid of? Because itâs possible to want to find yourself while also being next to someone else yet still think itâs not enough?â Hoseok says. âItâs normal to feel all this, ___. But figuring things out also takes time. Donât be too hard on yourself, okay? Not knowing what to do now is understandable.â
âI⊠I only have a few weeks left here,â you say softly. âMaybe this is how he wants this all to end.â
âWhat about you? Is this how you want it to end?â
âI donât know, but maybe itâs easier,â you try to convince yourself. âItâs easier to walk away when I know Iâm not wanted. Maybe thatâs what I made him feel, and I canât blame him if thatâs what he wants me to feel in return.â
âOh, ___,â Hoseok shakes his head, knowing itâs not the truth. âYou and Jungkook just need to talk. Then youâd know you want the same things.â
âMaybe⊠but weâre not good at that. And it doesnât mean we want the same things at the same time,â you reason.Â
âSo itâs about timing, then?â
âI guess. But weâre not good at that either,â you laugh dryly at the absurdity of it. âLook, even without all this, he already has a lot of things in his mind. The biggest project of his life is about to be unveiled soon and I⊠I have a life to live after this. Iâm doing what I shouldâve done years ago and the least I could do for myself is stand by the decision I made. I know Iâd regret it if I stayed. I donât want to regret the way I walked away.â
Itâs a thought youâre slowly coming to, as you look back at how the week has been. Youâve been receiving nothing but praise and encouragement from your colleagues. Youâve been getting emails from various companies that want to recruit you after you put your resume through an online job site. There are so many possibilities now that youâve put one foot out the door, and while you know of the possibilities youâre also leaving behind, you know deep down that you wouldâve regretted it if you stayed, and you donât want to tie that decision to Jungkook and end up resenting him for it.
The only thing thatâs been keeping you down is what that decision is doing to you and Jungkook. Itâs one you hope youâre able to fix, or at least mend enough that youâll only have the good memories with you, and that so would he.
âIâm just really sorry,â Hoseok says, knowing that much as heâd like to help you and his cousin sort things out, itâs difficult when neither of you are unable to sort out your own feelings. âBut Iâm not just here to talk about that. I⊠I wanted to give you this.â
Hoseok hands you a sealed envelope and you look at him curiously.
âI know Jungkook gave you his recommendation letter, but I thought another one wonât hurt,â he smiles, letting you feel the warmth of it.Â
You know that companies usually just call for references, but a letter like this - especially from a well-known corporationâs top executive - gives you an advantage that others donât have. You suppose that when you received one from Jungkook, it was a show of support. You have no doubt that with Hoseok, itâs him telling you that heâll always have your back, wherever you may be.
âOh, Hoseok,â you say, feeling all the emotions come at once.Â
Itâs insane to think that almost a year ago, you were in this same spot with him encouraging and assuring you that heâll always be around. Back then, you were anxious about being led by someone new who you knew was nothing like the man you admired. And now youâre here again, and Hoseok is giving you that same comfort that he always has, and the thought that you wonât even be in the same building as him is causing a crack in your heart. You hope one day, youâll be able to fully express just how much his kindness has given you hope and so much to look forward to.Â
âThank you,â you smile through your glassy eyes. âYou⊠youâve taught me so much. I hope you know that much of the confidence I have now is because of you. Iâm terrified of this new journey but Iâm confident that Iâll do well. You believed in me first and Iâll never forget that.â
âBeing a good leader is something I learned to become because of you, ___. And because of the team. I admire you for so many things, and Iâm pretty sure that wherever you choose to go, the company will be so lucky to have you.â
âI hope so,â you remark, knowing thatâs another thing you have to deal with. âI⊠I have a few options. A few companies have reached out but thereâs a publishing house that Iâm leaning towards. I met the editor some time ago and that encounter just stuck with me and I feel like that kind of environment would suit me.â
âThatâs great to know,â he says excitedly. âI canât wait to hear about it. A-yeong and I will take you out to dinner once things have settled down, okay?â
âThat would be great. I canât wait for that, too.â
Hoseok bids you goodbye, leaving you alone with your thoughts for the next two hours. Whatever changes are happening with the Arts Center must be big, as itâs taking the team this long to iron things out.Â
Itâs close to lunch time when the meeting ends. Jungkook walks in while on a call, while Lucas sits next to you looking a little stressed.
âEverything alright?â You ask.
âYeah. There are just last minute changes but Mr. Jeonâs on top of it,â Lucas says. âHe just wants us to make sure weâre on top of the other things and Iâm honestly still familiarizing myself with the details of the Arts Center. Iâm just nervous Iâm gonna miss something.â
âHey, thatâs what Iâm here for,â you assure him. âI know you were just thrust into this at such a critical time where you donât have much leeway to adjust and thatâs on me and Iâm sorry. But thatâs also why Iâm gonna make sure that Iâll help you as much as I can.â
âThanks, I need that,â Lucas sighs. âI canât help but think that a year ago, I was almost supposed to be here. I mean, we can talk about it now. Mr. Jeon said he planned on taking me with him because he doesnât want a new assistant that he has to get used to, you know? I always knew he hated change and I was the one thing that was familiar but it didnât work out. Even I knew it wasnât gonna happen - CEO Jeon approves these appointments and the EA of the VP needs to be familiar with the company culture and process and I wasnât. I wasnât really upset but I let myself think of living in Seoul for a short while and it seemed exciting. But things happen for a reason, and I think if I had to adjust then while helping Mr. Jeon with this project, I probably wouldâve caved in and quit.â
Lucas turns to you with a smile. âWhat I mean to say is that, I admire you so much for being able to manage all this. And I know I have incredibly big shoes to fill and I think Iâm more terrified about that, but Iâm really thankful that youâre there to guide me, ___. Whatever tip and strategy and cheat sheet you can provide will be much appreciated.â
âOf course,â you assure him. âIâve got spreadsheets and checklists and profiles and guidelines to turn over to you. And Iâm always a call away, okay?â
He nods in gratitude, and you tell him that you both have time to sort through all those and that youâll be finished in time for your last day. You agree on having lunch together so you could talk about the Board members and the other executives, and he says he has to see Jungkook first to get his signatures for some documents.
âOh, can you, uh, can you give this to him, too?â You ask, passing him your leave request. It was during your time alone when you decided when to take them, knowing that youâre gonna slowly have to get used to being away from this place as well.
Lucas takes it then returns shortly after with your signed form. Thereâs relief in knowing you get to organize your life somehow. There are interviews to attend and a lot of your things to fix. There are feelings to make sense of, too.Â
And as you and Lucas talk about his move and the worry and excitement he feels, you think that youâve got to stop thinking of goodbyes. Thereâs a life for you out there, and if by some way you find Jungkook in there, too, then at least youâd know you chose him, and that if heâd forgiven you then, then youâre assured that heâs chosen you, too.
You spend the entirety of Tuesday orienting Lucas about your spreadsheets and other files, and you both come up with a system that suits his style of work. Jungkook was out the whole day, and though you suppress the feeling of missing him, itâs one that haunts you until you lay in your bed that night.
You take the rest of the week off. You spend Wednesday cleaning your apartment and then having dinner with the elderly couple next door who amuse you with their love story and memories of their youth.Â
You meet Namjoon on Thursday for that official interview heâs been waiting for. You canât help but envision yourself in the office with the dynamism of the teams and the laid-back feel of the entire space. Youâd commit yourself right then and there if it didnât make you look that desperate, but itâs Namjoon who encourages you to go to the other interviews you have lined up.Â
Itâs a risk, he says; he might lose you if another more appealing company states their case. But he wants you to choose them without regrets; he wants you to choose them because youâve seen whatâs out there and decided that theyâre who you want and who you see yourself being happy in. You donât miss his slightly nervous face when you agree, but you suppose that if youâre going to do this now, might as well do it right.
You go to two other interviews that Friday, and while trying out events management was always in the back of your mind, itâs nice to see just how the job and the tasks excite you.
Itâs the first time youâre feeling like you actually have options. Back then, even if there were other opportunities, you chose working for the Jeons because of a debt you felt you had to pay. You limited your own choices, but now, you feel what itâs like to take control of your own life, and itâs liberating to not have any baggage with you this time around.Â
Jimin and Soomin pay you a visit that weekend. They drive you around, thinking that the beauty of spring would inspire you even more. Itâs fitting, they say, as you start a new phase in your life while the flowers bloom and greet you. But as you pass by a park and see the colors of the sky and buy some convenience store snacks on the way home, you canât help but think of Jungkook.
Missing him feels a little odd. You didnât know what it felt like until his trip at the end of last year, but you always knew he was gonna come back. This time, youâre unsure of when youâll see him again. You spent time with him in a work environment, so being away from him and doing everyday things shouldnât even affect you this much. But you suppose itâs the idea of what could have been that you miss, even if you donât really know what thatâs like.Â
You spend Monday and Tuesday the next week the same way. Thereâs just one executive meeting each day that you attend to assess how Lucas manages it, but other than that, you barely see Jungkook in the office. He stays in his room all morning then heads out in the afternoon, and you leave before he could even make it back. It reminds you that you truly left him at a critical time. You donât know if heâs eating well, if heâs getting proper rest, if heâs tending a bruised knuckle or dealing with a headache. You donât know if the stress is getting to him, if the anxiety is slowly building up, or if itâs just excitement he feels and that he canât wait for everything to come together.Â
You hope for his sake, itâs the latter. You want nothing more than to assure him that things will turn out the way he wants, that the intended audience will love the Arts Center, and that heâs already achieved so much with just this. You hope heâs proud of himself the way you are, and that he knows that if thereâs anything he leaves you with, itâs your own pride that you got to be part of something beautiful, and itâs that search for connection and intimacy and meaning that got you yearning for those things, too.Â
You take the rest of the week off again. You run errands one day, go to an interview the next, and then walk around town the day after. It feels like youâre back to that state of being alone but not feeling lonely; thereâs just that added sense of freedom this time.Â
Youâre not stressed about work. Time isnât flying too fast. You donât feel like youâre rushing, going from one task to another for the sake of it. You have space to think and feel. Even at such a short period of time, youâre learning what things excite you and what you want to explore. And thatâs liberating, now that youâre able to pull yourself out of the routine that contained you for years, one that made you believe it was all you had and all you deserved. You think that this isn't so bad, and the constant sadness you feel slowly fades away as the days pass.
But then you return to work on Monday - your final week - and the illusion breaks.Â
Lucas has to meet with the marketing department, so he asks you to prepare Jungkookâs coffee in the morning. You feel quite sentimental doing it, as you know that there probably wonât be a next time.  Â
You knock on the door, and when he asks you to come in, you suddenly feel anxious. You place the cup on his desk, making sure you put the biscuits like you always do.Â
Jungkook senses when you step back, lingering like youâve been doing the few times youâve done it. You used to do it because you expected heâd have something to ask you whenever you entered his room. But recently, he feels itâs you just waiting - for him to say something, perhaps, or for you to find the courage to speak up.
But you never do. And he never says what he really wants to.Â
âItâs your last week, Ms. Cho,â he states, focusing on his iPad screen so as not to torture himself with the sight of you. âHowâs your clearance going?â
âUh, it is, Mr. Jeon,â you reply. âFinance and HR have cleared me. IT and security will clear me on my last day. And Iâll submit to you my final deliverables on Wednesday. You can sign off my form then.â
He nods, and you torture yourself by standing by even if he doesnât seem to have anything else to say. Youâre about to excuse himself when he speaks again.
âPlease free up your Friday evening. Weâll have a team send-off dinner for you.â
âI, uh. Understood, sir. Thank you.â
He nods once more, and itâs your signal to leave. Heâs never felt so far away, but you suppose itâs the kind of distance you need.Â
You walk back to your seat, the reality of your last week hitting you, especially when you find Do-hyun and Yohan by your desk, looking somber as they reach out for a hug. You return it, with Do-hyun pointing it out, and she frowns when you say that youâll be without it for a long time.Â
âIs everything alright?â You ask them.Â
âYes,â they respond in unison.Â
âWe just want to spend as much time with you as we can,â Yohan states. âI know weâve all been busy but⊠itâs your last week. So letâs have lunch today, and any other day when youâre free. Please?â
âOf course,â you say. âFood hall today?â
They nod excitedly, and you spend your lunch time at the outdoor space, laughing about, with Lucas slowly but surely finding his place within the team.Â
That afternoon, Yoongi drops by and says he has lots of things going on because of the changes Jungkook is making, but heâll meet you when you want to. He reminds you that heâs there when you need him; heâll turn down the other man if it comes down to it. But heâll drop by everyday until your last day, he says; he doesnât want to feel like he didn't see you enough.Â
You assure him that heâs the one person youâd definitely meet up with outside of work, and so thereâs no limit when it comes to him.Â
On Tuesday, you have lunch with some people from the marketing department whom youâve gotten close to these past months, and on Wednesday, Bitna and the other assistants take you out to dinner.Â
CEO Jeon and Hoseok take you out to lunch on Thursday, stating that they wanted to check in and ask what your plans are. They assure you that theyâre there should you need support in any way; the company is likewise always going to have a place for you. And with the sincerity in their eyes and their hope of you finding your place and your happiness, you know they mean well. So you take that time to ask for advice, too.Â
It ends in laughter, as you recall your early days at the company and the mishaps with Hoseok. You talk about some of the issues youâve been privy to and some details about your life that they missed. Talking with them feels comfortable now that thereâs an acknowledgment of your ties to their family. You can tell that despite of and after everything, CEO Jeon truly cares for you and your mother, and that heâll be eternally sorry yet grateful to both of you.Â
Youâre thankful that they donât mention Jungkook. You wouldnât know how to react if they did, especially since youâve barely seen him all week. Missing him has become natural that youâve just accepted it, including the fact that you canât do anything about it. Maybe youâll always be too scared to let him know, too.Â
Itâs Friday before you know it. You manage to get everything done on time, and Jungkook calls you to his office that morning to return your signed clearance form. You hate how youâre both back to this tense dynamic whenever you enter his room - lingering looks, clenched jaws, deafening silence⊠and words you want to say and hear but know you never would. Youâre both not built for that, you think; thereâs always so much to feel but not enough courage to face them.Â
This room holds so many memories - when he got mad, when you stood up to him, when he said he needed your help, when he kissed you and you kissed him back⊠when you pushed him away.Â
But this isnât where you say goodbye. Thereâs still that team dinner tonight and you hope you get to leave him with a proper farewell and a sincere expression of thanks for all that heâs taught you. You want to wish him good luck on the Arts Center opening. You want to tell him that you believe heâll keep doing great things, you want to remind him to take proper rest, to take his breaks seriously, and to enjoy all thatâs ahead of him.Â
So you settle for a smile, as genuine as you can make it, before heading out and closing the door behind you.Â
You return to your desk and go over some other things with Lucas that he needs clarifications on. You both spend lunch with the team and then resume your final turnover.Â
Itâs shortly after 3 PM when Jungkook comes out of his room with his bag in hand, and he instructs Lucas to get some blueprints from Chin-sun before they both leave to go to the Arts Center for a visit. The man next to you gets up and tells you heâll see you at dinner, leaving you and Jungkook alone this time.Â
Itâs that lingering look again and he stays rooted in his spot, his eyes getting more distant as the seconds pass.Â
âI wish you well, ___,â he says, the use of your name with words that seem like goodbye causing a crack in your heart. âGood luck. And thank you.â
He doesnât wait for a response as he leaves right after, and youâre left with your heart in your hands, one that keeps calling his name. You think it will continue to do that after all this.Â
You spend the rest of the afternoon packing your things and entertaining all those who drop by to say goodbye. Yoongi messages to say heâs out on a project site but that heâll see you soon, and itâs something you look forward to after things have settled down.Â
You find yourself in a private room at a nice restaurant with the team not long after. You can order anything, youâre told, and Do-hyun and Yohan donât hesitate on choosing the dishes that they wouldnât have been able to eat if it wasnât for their boss paying for this meal.Â
âShouldnât we wait for Lucas and Mr. Jeon?â You ask, looking around and feeling incomplete.Â
âThis dinner is for you, and youâre here,â Do-hyun points out. âBut I guess we can wait.â
You settle for some appetizers and get to talking. Theyâre less sentimental than they were a few weeks ago. They say theyâve made peace with everything and are just happy that youâre able to take a break and have time for yourself before going back to the grind. Itâs all talk and laughter, and when Lucas arrives, everybody cheers because then, you can all have your food served.
âWhereâs Mr. Jeon?â Do-hyun asks before you do.Â
âHeâs at the Arts Center dealing with the laborers and the design team,â Lucas says regrettably. âSeems like thereâs too much work and he canât make it to dinner. I doubt he even eats at this point. Heâs there every afternoon and doesnât leave until late at night.â
âIs everything alright?â You ask, a mix of worry and sadness at how much heâs pushing himself, and that he didnât even have the heart to see you one last time.
Perhaps that short exchange earlier was his final goodbye, you think. And now you wouldnât even be able to say yours.Â
âYeah, you know how he is when he focuses on something,â Lucas sighs. âHe just locks in and doesnât care about anything else. Heâs always been like that and I guess that hasnât changed. But he did say he wants us to enjoy tonight, so order anything you want and heâll take care of it.â
You mask the disappointment by laughing through Do-hyun and Yohan arguing about the best way to attack the menu, but you canât help the way your eyes flit to the door every time it opens, hoping Jungkook would walk through it. But itâs never him.
Mr. Ri walks in right as the main dishes are served, and you look at him in question. He returns your dejected look with a shake of his head, as if he knows what you're thinking.Â
You suppose that this is how Jungkook wanted to end things - by not showing up, by leaving the wound uncovered. You didnât realize it would hurt like this.Â
Maybe you deserve it. Maybe you donât. But with the empty seat on the table reminding you of the man who chose to not give you a final goodbye because youâd done yours so certainly, youâre starting to think that it doesnât really matter. He gets to choose how he deals with this, like he said. And you have no choice but to do the same.
You try your hardest to keep up with the teamâs energy. Theyâre at least no longer crying, although you wish they were so youâd have a reason to cry yourself, because thatâs what youâre trying hard not to do. Itâs probably because of the sadness at knowing that you wonât experience this with them anymore; you wonât share the laughter and the stories that you used to. Everything is sinking in already, and itâs reality hitting you that youâre really going to start a new journey soon, and that you had to let go of someone incredibly important for that to happen.Â
The Jungkook-shaped hole in your life will probably get bigger as the days pass, but thatâs just another thing missing that youâll have to find substitutes for, just like you do for everything else.Â
You manage to get through dinner with dry eyes, even when youâre presented with farewell gifts. Lucas hands you a large box - a present from the VPâs Office, he says, and you smile in awe when you see a coffee pod maker thatâs a similar version to the one you have at the pantry.Â
âYou wonât be going around making other peopleâs coffee anymore,â Manager Lee says. âSo this is for your home. Youâll be on-the-go and busy but at least youâll have this. Itâs also so youâll always remember us.â
âItâs also how I started,â you point out, recalling your internship days at the company. âBut this is great. Please uh, please thank Mr. Jeon for me.â
âAnd this is from us,â Do-hyun smiles, handing you another box. âLike, this is from our own pockets. And we thought of every single thing in there so donât forget about us. Ever.â
You open it and find a lot of the things that they know you canât live without - a tumbler, a mug, notebooks, colored pens and highlighters, post-its, little jars of snacks and candies. There are also self-care items like scented candles and essential oils. In a little bag, there are two disposable cameras and vouchers to your local theater.Â
And underneath all of those is a complete photo of your team, the one taken during your team building not long ago. Everyone looks refreshed and carefree. Including you. And then thereâs Jungkook next to you, hands in his pockets and sporting what you know is a genuine smile. Itâs a good reminder of your time together, and despite everything, youâre glad you have something to always keep close to you.
You return their hugs, each one carrying so much care and warmth that you missed out on because you were never one to accept them, to ask for them. You finally say goodbye and make a promise that youâll catch up with them one of these days, one you know youâll keep.
You all walk out. Mr. Ri helps you with your things then leads you towards the car.Â
âLast one for old timeâs sake,â he smiles at you. âAnd itâs late. Let me drive you home.â
You donât resist, knowing that as someone whoâs looked after you for so many years, never faltering in his commitment to your mother or you, youâre truly going to miss him.Â
Sitting on the passenger seat, you look out the window and try to amuse yourself with the scenes outside. There are cars passing by and people trying to get home, probably grateful that another week is over. You wonder how many of them are nursing broken hearts, or are running away from something, or are hoping someone they pushed away comes back.Â
The tears are falling before you know it, and as you try to hold in your sniffles, you see Mr. Ri from your periphery glance at you before turning on the radio, gradually making the music louder so as to drown out your sounds. That continues for a while until the streets start to look familiar. Somehow, you dread going home - being alone at a time like this feels a little too much, but maybe you deserve that, too.Â
You arrive at your apartment, and Mr. Ri helps you in bringing all your stuff inside. He stays by the door and his soft eyes prompt you to speak.
âI thought heâd come,â you whisper. âI thought Iâd see him one last time. He⊠he couldnât even say goodbye.â
âYou know itâs not always easy for people to do that,â he says. âLetting you go was hard enough. What if he says something that would push you even farther away?â
âI canât be any farther than I am right now,â you sigh. âBut we did this to each other. I didnât want to stay and he⊠just let me walk away. I hurt him but everything else after hurt me, too. And Iïżœïżœ I wish it didnât. Iââ
Youâre unable to speak as you cry once more, all the conflicting emotions suffocating you from within. And all Mr. Ri can do is wipe your tears with his handkerchief and hope that could stop them somehow.
âThis hurts me,â he utters the words so softly and so heavy with emotion. âItâs like watching my daughter get her heart broken.â
Itâs what makes you smile, and you take the piece of cloth from him and dry your eyes.
âI couldâve been,â you say, knowing that he wanted a family at one point.
âThatâs true. But most times I think that I wouldâve been too burdened by what Iâve done that I wouldnât have been able to love your mother the way she deserves,â he reasons. âAnd Iâll always think that I let her go so that she could find someone like Min-woo whoâd love her without reservations, whoâd be able to give her a life that sheâd always dreamed to have and to give you.â
Mr. Ri recalls his own decisions and the heartbreaks that followed right after. They conflicted him, too, but in life, knowing what you want doesnât always mean you get to express it the way you want to. Sometimes doing it makes it harder for everyone involved, and thatâs what he thinks is whatâs happening with you and Jungkook, too.
âI think itâs what Jungkook has learned,â he continues. âHe has to let you go so you could find whatever happiness it is that you couldnât find where you are. And as for you, you have to know that letting someone go right now doesnât mean you canât ever have them again. You just have to stop thinking you donât deserve to want it.â
You take his words to heart as you bid him goodbye, and they stay in your head as you force yourself to sleep later that night.Â
You donât know what kind of happiness youâre searching for. You donât even know what happiness could truly be like with Jungkook, and the thought that maybe youâll never know starts to scare you. Itâs one you think youâd like to one day experience. But how could you when you pushed him away? Is it even something you could still want, given what youâve done? Is it something heâd want to know as well? In the midst of the mess you created, could it still happen?Â
Youâre reminded of what CEO Jeon had said not long ago, and you try to comfort yourself with it. You crossed paths with Jungkook for a reason. Youâve started to believe that youâre losing him for a reason. You just have to trust that if itâs meant to be, youâll find him again for a reason as well.Â
You just hope that when you do, heâll take you back again, ask you to stay, and youâll be able to tell him with your whole heart that you will. And that itâs something you wonât ever regret.
genre smut, fluff, angst, situationship vibes, college au
chapter summary you and jaemin grow closer, the sex is really fucking good and everyone finds out. you begin trusting him more than you ever thought you would but amidst the bliss, you wonder: is it too good to be true?
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chapter warnings jaemin and reader moments, so many jaem and reader moments, jaemin aftercare, hot and mature jaemin, jaemin fingers reader under the table, jaemin obbession with readers thighs, jaemin cockwarming moments, personal talks, jaemin fucks you doggy style against the railings and everyone sees. you ride jaemin in his car, nevertheless inspired lollipop kiss, reader x jeno x haerin sexual moments, girl momentsđ«¶, jeno and reader moments, soft jaemin, soft reader, please theyâre literally in love, appearances from other '00 liners, explicit language, swearing, mention of drugs, smoking and alcohol, getting high, ass slapping, dirty talk, big cock jaemin, soft dom jaemin, introverted, chill, emotionally intelligent, laid back, mysterious jaemin, jaemin with a darker side, a very sexy jaemin, black haired jaemin, jaemin who has no flaws
author note this chapter is heavily inspired by the friends episode âthe one where everyone finds outâ keep that in mind! also a massive thank you to @siordior for her help with smut scenes and just a few scenes in general đ„° she was a massive help.
1/6 of the campus heartbreaker series, read here
âThis isnât your bed.â Jaemin whispers, his voice a deep, resonant hum that sends vibrations against your skin, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth.
âUmâ yeah. Itâs Haerinâs. You reply, your consciousness surfacing slowly, pulling you out of the remnants of sleep. As sobriety dawns, fragments of the previous night cascade through your mind, each memory vivid and startling.
The shock of realizing that you, after firmly vowing to allow yourself to heal and to avoid intimacy with another man, had found yourself with Na Jaemin of all people, hits you like a wave. Yet, as you lie there, wrapped in his arms, a sense of comfort envelops you. Despite the surprise and the internal promises youâve made, being here, in this embrace, just feels inexplicably right.
You remain naked and on top of him, cuddled within the circle of his arms with your head comfortably resting against his chest. Gently, he kisses your forehead. With a smooth motion, he turns the two of you around, his arms enveloping you protectively. He gives you a sweet smile, and thereâs something in his eyes, in the way he looks at you, that makes you melt.
He gently removes his cock away from you inside of you. Thereâs a moment filled with heavy sighs and the soft sound of breathing, a testament to the intensity just shared. Your mouth waters as you see all the juices and all the sticky residue, youâre still so wet and Haerinâs bed sheets are stained. Heâs got cum all over him and youâre sure you do too.
âWhy do you let me fuck you on Haerinâs bed?â He inquires with a hint of amusement in his voice.
You respond with a casual shrug, âI couldnât be bothered to take the extra steps. Besides, Haerin and Jeno have pretty much done it in every corner of my room.â
âSame here.â He chuckles. Changing the subject, he adds more thoughtfully, âAnyway, I need to get you cleaned up. Iâm sorry I didnât do it last night, you just fell asleep in seconds and my dick was still inside of you soââ
You nod, cheeks warm with a shy redness, murmuring, âOkay, yeah, thanks.â He steps away, promising to return soon. Alone, you gaze upwards, lost in the patterns above. In this quiet moment, you think about what youâve just done and how you feel better than you wouldâve thought.
You hear the sound of running water, signalling his return. He enters.
The sight of him takes your breath away. Heâs naked and you truly canât deal with the sight. Heâs sexy. His cock looks insane and massive, you canât believe it was inside you for the whole night. His shirtless form reveals a toned chest. The soft light plays across his skin, highlighting the contours of his physique. His strong shoulders and defined abs speak of strength, yet thereâs a gentleness in the way he moves. You find yourself captivated, tracing the lines of his body with your eyes, feeling a warmth spread through you. The memory of your shared night makes your heart race.
He feels you staring and responds with a playful smirk. âCan you walk?â
You shake your head, your thighs still weak and your pussy still burning. Suddenly, he leans down and scoops you up in his arms, eliciting a surprised yelp from you.
âLet me put clothes on first!â You protest, feeling a bit shy in his embrace.
He chuckles lightly, âBut weâre about to have a bath, arenât we?â
âYeah, but ââ
He cuts you off playfully. âYouâre really shy about me seeing you naked when I pounded into your ass the whole night long, spanked you, spit in you and choked you?â
You blush, memories of the passionate night flooding back. As he carries you to the shower, you feel his strong grip on your ass and it is so tight. You could swear that his hand was gripping your ass in your sleep.
Gently, he sets you down in the warm bath, the water soothing against your skin. You look up at him, and for a second, the world pauses. Thereâs something in the way he looks at you, a tenderness in his eyes that makes your heart flutter. His kindness, so evident in his every action, overwhelms you.
Youâre not sure what this emotion is, but it compels you. With a soft whine, you reach up, your hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him towards you. Your fingers find the cool metal of his chain, drawing him even closer. When your lips meet, itâs a fiery, passionate kiss, full of the emotions swirling within you both.
Sensing your desire, he joins you in the bath, the water rippling around you. You move to sit on his lap, facing him. Youâre now close enough to see every detail in his faceâthe soft hue of his skin, a stark contrast against the dark hair that frames his features. His eyes, like pools of enigma, shadowed and deep, hold a glimmer of playfulness. His jawline is sharp, giving him a chiselled look.
Thereâs a comfort in his embrace, his arms encircling you gently, making you feel cherished and safe. The water laps quietly against you both but you smirk as you feel something prod against your thigh. âReally?â You question, his hardness makes you feel heat.
âYeah.â He responds nonchalantly. âThereâs a hot naked girl sitting on my thighs and you donât think Iâll be hard?â He questions, his voice a low whisper as you shake your head and jab his chest, your cheeks burning into the pinkiest of shades
âDo you want me to wash your hair?â He offers in a voice soft as the steam around you.
âPlease.â You reply, feeling the warmth of anticipation.
His fingers are tender as they brush through your hair, handling each strand with care and a precision that speaks of his attentiveness. You canât resist teasing, âI bet Iâm not the first girlâs hair youâve washed.â
He just shakes his head, a knowing smirk on his lips, as he continues with his gentle ministrations.
Then, with a delicate touch, he begins to wash your skin, lathering it with scented body wash that fills the air with a fragrant blend. His hands move with purpose, massaging your joints, easing away any tension. Softly wiping away the residue inside your folds and on your thighs. His lips find your neck and cheek, kissing you softly, as sweet whispers escape him, blending with the steam and water.
After the bath, he wraps you in the softness of one of his shirts. The fabric smells of him, a captivating blend of woodsy and citrus notes. Standing there, you both exchange awkward glances, the air charged with the electricity of unspoken words.
The sides of his lips curve up in a smirk as he revels in the silence. âYou wanna ride my cock again?â His voice is a low rumble, eyes searching yours for an answer.
âI should get going.â You reply, nearly choking on your words. âAnd you should too.â
âThank you for tonight.â You say, a note of sincerity in your words. As he turns to leave, you suddenly grasp his hand, pulling him back. His eyes narrow in confusion just before you roughly push him away.
âHaerin, Hana and Jeno are home.â You whisper urgently, their loud voices echoing up the walls. âThey cannot know about this. Do not make a noise.â
âY/N!â Haerinâs voice cuts through the silence, her fists pounding on the door.
How did she know you were home? You press a finger to your lips, hoping silence will dispel her suspicion. Relief washes over you for the locked door, yet her knocking persists, each thud a hammer to your calm.
âOpen up! I know youâre in here.â She insists.
You finally yield, opening the door to Haerinâs wide eyes, Jenoâs unusual silence, and Hanaâs evident fatigue. âWhat the hell are you doing in my room? Did you sleep here all night?â Haerinâs eyebrow arches accusingly.
âI â um â yeah.â You admit, each syllable heavy with a truth you couldnât cloak. Deception has never been your strong suit, especially not with them.
âWhy?â She probes, her suspicion a tangible force that seemed to push the walls of the room closer.
âI missed you guys.ââ You manage to say, the lie smooth but tasting of ash on your tongue.
Hanaâs eyes widen, a playful note to her voice as she coos. âAw, did you masturbate?â
The question catches you off guard, and you nearly cough. âNo?â Your answer is more of a question, an ineffectual attempt to deflect.
Her gaze sharpens, the intensity in her eyes almost accusatory. âYou sure⊠you have that afterglow. Wait, holy shit did you fuck ââ
Before she can finish, you cut in, a bit too sharply, âI spent the night alone, got myself off, okay?â The words are a barricade, hastily erected to keep their probing eyes from the truth.
âIn my bed?â Haerinâs frown deepens, her scepticism a heavy cloak around her shoulders.
âI was drunkâŠâ Your defense is a whisper, dissolving like mist in the growing light.
Jenoâs voice, unexpectedly, cuts through. âIt smells like Jaemin in here. Isnât that his shirt?â His observation is astute, his smirk a silent challenge to your crumbling façade.
Your heart stutters, racing to keep up with the lies. âHe gave it to me at the party after I spilled a drink,â you say, hoping the half-truth is convincing.
âHmm, sure.â Jeno drawls, unconvinced.
âAnd you have bruises on your legs.â Haerin adds, her gaze slicing through your defenses like a blade.
âI fell in the shower.â You repeat, grateful that your hair covered the hickies he had left on your neck and chest.
They finally leave you alone a moment later. Their departure brings a reprieve, a moment to breathe. Jaeminâs smirk reappears, as if he knows the weight of the secret you both carry. His hands, warm and reassuring, cup your face. âWill I see you again?â He asks, his voice a low murmur filled with promise.
âYeah.â You whisper, your smile a mix of complicity and hope. His kiss is a seal, passionate and deepâa silent vow that speaks of future encounters as he reluctantly parts from you.
Jaemin's smirk softens into a tender smile as he reaches out, his hands gently cradling your face. The contact is soft, his touch a soothing warmth against your skin, a silent promise of care.
The kiss concludes, leaving a lingering sense of longing as he steps back, his eyes holding yours for a moment longer. There's a silent exchange of emotion, a shared anticipation for what's to come. Then, with a final, soft look, he turns and walks away
SCENE 2
You find yourself at a bar for the night, âREPLAY127,â commonly known as â127.â It was a popular social hotspot for the students of Neo Tech University, who drank away all of their academic stress and relationship worries. It was always a scene with buzzed with chaos and drunk energy.
All of your friends are here and theyâre all so loved up. Thereâs couples and love all around, smooching noises everywhere. Eric and Hana are in their own bubble. His arm around her as he whispers something into her ear, she lights up with a grin that speaks volumes about their feelings. You had thought their relationship was just a fling, but the depth of their connection is undeniable. You mentally remind yourself to check in with Hana later.
Xiaojun is unmistakably the player tonight, especially noticeable as he gets more drunk. Wandering around the bar, heâs openly flirting with girls and anyone willing to engage with him. His approach is direct and confident, marked by a clear intention to find someoneâs bed to get in.
Your gaze shifts to Yangyang, Soobin, and Yeonjun, Whatâs going on with them? Theyâre all being overly affectionate with each other. Yeonjun was sitting in Soobins lap and making out with him and now heâs leaning over and making out with Yangyang as Soobin (youâre pretty sure) is fingering Yeonjun.
Nearby, Shotaro and Chaewon are holding hands, an unexpected sight. Wonbin, sitting by himself, nurses his drink with a solemn expression. His distant gaze and the tight grip on his glass indicate heâs not in the best of moods.
In one corner, Haerin is engrossed in her assignments, her fingers flying over the laptop keyboard, ignoring everything and everyone around her. Her manager keeps complaining about her to anyone who will listen. (yeah, she works here) According to Taeyong, âsheâs lazy, doesnât turn up on time, doesnât know what sheâs doing, makes a mess of everythingâ Haerinâs only response is a dismissive gesture in his direction and Jeno just stays by her side, smirking and drinking. Heâs just happy to be here.
At least thereâs Donghyuck, someone who can join you in the lonely hearts club. In stark contrast to the love around, heâs the loner of your group. He sits by himself, lost in his thoughts, with a joint in hand. Heâs silent, a lone figure amidst the bustling energy of the bar.
Well you and Donghyuck arenât completely alone in the lonely hearts club, thereâs a third member, Jaemin.
Captured in the understated glow of the barâs ambiance, he exudes a quiet magnetism. His hair, tousled to a perfect degree, frames a face that carries an expression of both concentration and alluring detachment. Sharp jawline and high cheekbones give his face a sculptural quality, softened only by the slight pout of his lips. His eyes, pensive and deep-set, seem to hold volumes of untold stories, inviting a second glance to unravel their mysteries. His hotness is not loud but lingering, like a whispered secret.
Heâs sitting across from you, wearing that fucking grin, Itâs subtle, just a slight upward curve of his lips, but itâs enough to send a shiver down your spine. His eyes hold a mischievous gleam, amused as heâs fingering you under the table.
It started off fairly innocent. His hand ventures under your skirt, a light brush at first. His fingers start to explore, tenderly caressing your thighs, occasionally squeezing gently. The cold metal of his rings creates a delightful contrast against the warmth of your skin, sending tingles up your spine.
You canât help but smile back at him. The pretty little skirt you chose now feels like a perfect decision, especially seeing the way his eyes lit up when you first joined the table. His gaze was intense, filled with a dark passion that left you wondering about his thoughts, about what he might do to you next, about the unspoken promises lingering in his deep, enigmatic eyes.
Suddenly his fingers glide into your clit. Itâs done so subtly, so casually, itâs almost imperceptible. His face remains nonchalant, perfectly composed. Heâs fully engaged in the conversation around the table, acting as if heâs not finger fucking you.
Your walls tighten around him and you clench but his expression still remains unchanged, all he does is raise his eyebrow at you. Itâs not fast at all, he doesnât break eye contact with you as he rubs in small circles. His eyes, intense and captivating, hold your gaze. Itâs hard to look away; his presence is magnetic, drawing you in despite your attempts to focus elsewhere.
Just when you feel yourself getting lost in the sensation, he abruptly stops, pulling his hand back. His eyes never leave yours, and thereâs a hint of mystery in them. In a bold yet quiet gesture, he brings his finger, which are covered in your cum, to his lips and he licks them.
Your back arches slightly and your eyes roll back, you cannot believe how incredibly sexy this is. Caught off guard, a soft and involuntary moan escapes your lips, louder than intended. The noise momentarily attracts the attention of your friends at the table, and you feel a rush of heat to your cheeks, embarrassed but also exhilarated by the boldness of it all.
An immediate silence follows. Your friends' eyes are wide, filled with concern, as they all turn to look at you. All except for Jeno, who sports a proud smile, a reaction you find oddly out of place in the moment and wish you didnât overlook it.
"Someone fuck my girl right now.â Haerin declares emphatically. Xiaojun volunteers without hesitation, nodding with a confident grin, rubbing his bulge and leaning up from the table, his hand held high.
You let out a laugh and shake your head at Xiaojun, the sound bright and clear against the quiet of the moment. As the laughter fades, you suddenly become aware of Jaeminâs gaze fixed on you, intense and singular. It washes over you like a spotlight, turning your laughter into a shy retreat. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks and you instinctively try to hide it, looking down to escape the weight of his stare.
You glance away, seeking solace in the familiar faces around the table, but the heat of his gaze lingers, a silent echo of the connection you're both aware of. With a self-conscious smile, you gather your things, the laughter still hanging in the air as you stand.
âIâm gonna head out.â You announce to your friends, feeling the weight of the eveningâs events.
âYouâre not even drunk.â Hana whines, her words slurred from the alcohol. Sheâs visibly wasted, her usual vibrant energy replaced by a drunken lull. âIf you go, I go.â She adds, trying to steady her speech.
You pause, contemplating staying a bit longer. Hanaâs state makes you hesitant to leave; ensuring she gets home safely is important to you. As you weigh your options, Eric steps in, he shakes his head with a soft, understanding smile. âItâs okay, Iâve got her.â He assures you as he wraps his arms around Hana, pulling her close. He plants a gentle kiss on her forehead, a gesture full of affection and responsibility.
You canât help but smile at the scene, a sense of relief washing over you. With Eric there, you know Hana is in good hands, her drunkenness safely managed. Itâs comforting to see how well he takes care of her, a testament to the depth of their connection. With that assurance, you feel at ease to leave, knowing your friend is safe and cared for.
"I'll drive you.â Xiaojun offers first, flashing a smile in your direction.
"You can't even drive.â Yangyang retorts, casting a doubtful look at him.
Xiaojun scratches his neck, seemingly questioning his own state. How high was he? The conversation, however, takes a swift turn as Jaemin stands up. His gaze locks with yours, intense and unwavering, sending an unexpected shiver through you. "It's fine, I got you.â He says confidently.
The silence that travels around the table is palpable. âI got it.â He claims he meant.
But Xiaojun persists only for Jaemin to shake his head. âBro, it's fine, keep trying to fuck Yunjin.â He says with a chuckle.
"It's just a 5-minute walk, I can go myself â" You start to protest, but the chorus of objections from your friends drowns you out.
They all yell at you, so many voices rise in unison, effectively cutting off your protests. Jeno bluntly tells you to stop talking, while Xiaojun calls you an idiot for even considering walking alone so late. Donghyuck, who usually maintains a ghostly silence, surprises you by chiming in with a disapproving tut and a sharp remark, moving out of his seat to flick your forehead with his finger. You wince, holding the area with a pout. Your eyes widen in surprise at their unanimous concern. Realizing there's no winning this argument, you accept their decision with a resigned sigh.
You widen your eyes and huff, admitting defeat, you see no point in arguing further. Jaemin is smirking at the sight of you, his gaze briefly dropping to your legs. You notice the way his eyes linger there, he smirks at the cum that drips down your thighs, youâre sighing at his touch.
Resigned to the fact that Jaemin will be escorting you, you gather your belongings, ready to leave the warmth and noise of the bar for the quiet of the night, accompanied by someone who seems to stir a myriad of emotions within you.
As Jaeminâs hand brushes against your back, a shiver runs through you, and your breath hitches in response. His voice, a low and deep whisper close to your ear, is barely audible over the din of the bar. âIâm bringing the car, stay at the front.â He instructed quietly.
You nod subtly, and as you turn to leave, you catch Hanaâs eyes briefly peeking up, but sheâs too caught up in her own world to give it much thought. A wave of relief washes over you, grateful that your friends, immersed in their own drunken revelries, havenât noticed the discreet exchanges between you and Jaemin.
Standing near the entrance, you wait, lost in your thoughts about the night and the subtle interactions with Jaemin. Suddenly, youâre brought back to the present as Haerin and Jeno approach. Haerin, with a bright, infectious smile, latches onto your arm in a friendly embrace.
"Me and Jeno are going to that rooftop sushi restaurant." She announces. "Come with us!!!" She urges, her enthusiasm evident.
"NoâŠ" You shake your head immediately, already having made up your mind. "Iâm going home, Jaeminâs gonna drive me.â
"Just come!!!" The plea comes again, more insistent this time.
You turn to them, opting for honesty. "I donât like hanging out with you guys. Last time, you both just sat munching on each other while I was there just munching on my sushi.â You explain with a light-hearted tone, trying to convey your point without sounding too harsh. Your words are met with a mix of laughter and mock offense, but they convey your desire for a quiet end to the evening.
"Come on, baby.â Jeno whispers softly, extending his hand to Haerin. They start heading towards the exit, their exit unhindered even as Haerinâs manager, Taeyong, calls out to her. He scolds her, reminding her that her shift isn't over, his tone stern and warning. Taeyong even goes as far as to mention that this could be her last chance before he considers firing her. But Haerin and Jeno donât seem deterred; they continue on their way, leaving Taeyong's warnings behind.
You wave goodbye to them, a small smile on your face, but then they abruptly stop and turn back towards you. Confusion furrows your brow as you narrow your eyes, trying to figure out what's going on. It takes you a moment, but then it dawns on you why they've stopped.
âY/N.â Comes the voice, unmistakably his.
The moment you hear it, your heart skips a beat, then seems to stop altogether. Itâs a voice that, despite time and distance, still holds power over you, a power that unsettles the very core of your being. Time feels like it grinds to a halt, each second stretching out interminably.
You turn, feeling a wave of anxiety surging through you. His eyes meet yours, and there's an unmistakable cockiness in his gaze, a stark contrast to the sadness that fills your own. He looks at you with an air of overconfidence, as if the past, with all its pain and turmoil he caused, was just a trivial chapter in his life.
As he looks into your eyes, you feel an overwhelming sense of vulnerability, as if his gaze alone has the power to make you feel small and insignificant. There, with him, are Yeeun, Yeji, and Mia, a sight that leaves you baffled and reeling.
What strikes you most is the casualness with which Mia kisses his neck, right there in front of you, as he maintains eye contact. The sight of hickies marking his skin only adds to the surreal nature of the encounter. "How have you been?" He asks with a smile that, despite everything, still manages to stir the familiar flutter of butterflies in your stomach.
Words fail you, your throat dry and constricted. Inside, you're grappling with a whirlwind of emotions - disbelief, hurt, confusion. It's hard to focus, hard to think straight, your breath shallow and your head spinning. The situation feels unreal, almost dreamlike in its absurdity.
"Have you missed me? Do you wanna stay with us tonight? Weâre gonna drink and then â" Hyunjin continues, smiling as if oblivious to the impact of his words. Your mouth falls open in shock. How could he be so nonchalant, so insensitive? He's surrounded by three girls and heâs asking you this? You feel sick as you see his arm casually draped around Mia's waist, while Yeji continues to be affectionate with him.
You glance at Yeeun and notice sheâs keeping her distance, her expression unreadable. The complexity of the situation, the brazenness of his invitation, and the hurt it evokes in you, all combine to leave you feeling sick to your stomach. It's a moment that starkly highlights the difference between your worlds now - his, seemingly carefree and indulgent; yours, weighed down by the remnants of a past that refuses to fully let go.
Instinctively, you turn around and almost jump when you see Jaemin. He arrived quietly, almost blending into the background, his presence as subtle as a shadow. You wonder how and when he got there. His eyes are only fixed in one direction.
Yeeun and Jaemin are locked in an intense gaze, their eyes communicating a storm of unspoken words and emotions. It's a connection so deep and palpable that it makes you feel like an outsider, intruding on a private moment. The intensity in Jaemin's eyes is still and profound, conveying a depth of shared history and understanding with Yeeun that is foreign to you.
Hyunjin's voice pulls you back, "Baby? Is that a yes? I know you missed it. Remember when we were together, weâd have more sex than everyone, weâd have more threesomes than -'' His words are crude, stirring a mix of anger and hurt within you.
"Don't you fucking dare.â You whisper, barely audible. Your voice is a mix of defiance and vulnerability, and you're not even sure he heard you.
Why do you feel this urge to nod in agreement, to say yes, to gravitate towards him despite the fact you know heâs gonna break your heart again? Itâs a stark reminder of the complex, tangled feelings you still harbour for him. This internal struggle is a vivid reflection of how deeply youâve been affected, how the remnants of what once was still hold a powerful sway over you. Itâs frustrating and confusing, this pull towards someone who has caused you so much pain.
In a swift, protective gesture, Jeno steps forward, positioning himself between you and Hyunjin. He reaches out, his touch firm yet reassuring on your arm, as he gently pulls you behind him, ensuring you're out of harm's way. Then, with equal care, he tightens his grip on Haerin's hand, guiding her to stand behind him as well, forming a human shield with his body.
"What the fuck?" Jeno's voice cuts through the tension, his words loud and filled with genuine readiness to confront Hyunjin. "Iâm gonna count to 10 and then â" He warns, his tone indicating he's serious and prepared to escalate if needed.
Hyunjin, however, just laughs in response, seemingly unfazed by Jeno's protective stance or his threats. The laughter is dismissive, a clear sign that Jeno's words aren't intimidating him or causing him to reconsider his actions. "Y/N â" Hyunjin calls out again, extending his arms towards you, as if expecting you to come to him willingly.
However before you can even think, Jaemin steps forward and his arm wraps around your back with a surprising gentleness. There's an immediate sense of security that envelops you. Your previously racing heartbeat begins to steady, syncing with the calm assurance emanating from him. When you look into his eyes, there's a depth of trust and understanding reflected back at you, a silent promise that he's there for you.
Your breathing, which had been shallow and uneven, gradually relaxes. The tension that had gripped you slowly ebbs away, replaced by a comforting ease. A soft smile forms on both your faces, a shared moment of relief and connection amidst the chaos. You find yourself naturally leaning into him, drawn by the warmth and safety of his presence. The eye contact between you is intense yet intimate.
But it's unexpected â this protective side of Jaemin, especially towards you. The intensity in his gaze as he stares down Hyunjin is unmistakable, and there's something undeniably compelling about it. It's as if in this moment, he's shedding layers of his usual composure, revealing a fiercer, more protective side that you hadnât seen before.
"Come on, Y/N, let's go.â Jaemin says, his voice steady and resolute. His eyes lock onto yours, a silent assurance in their depths, as he takes your hand in his. With a gentle but firm grip, he guides you away, deliberately turning both of your backs to Hyunjin, dismissing him without a word.
In this simple action, Jaemin makes a statement â he's not interested in giving Hyunjin any more attention or power in this situation. His focus is solely on you, ensuring your well-being and comfort.
SCENE 3
You shuffle in his lap, finding a comfortable position with your legs on either side. His hands rest gently on your thighs. Your lips meet his in a soft, tender kiss. As the kiss continues, it grows in intensity, each of you responding to the otherâs rhythm. Your breathing becomes heavier. Open mouthed kisses which are a mix of tenderness and a growing sense of urgency.
The kiss deepens, a messy exploration of each other's tongues that leaves you panting and wanting more. You can hear the soft click as he locks the car, ensuring your privacy and safety. He then adjusts his seat back slightly, creating more space for you both.
"Just wanna get high and fuck you.â You murmur, the words muffled against his lips. Both of you speak between kisses, your words interspersed with passionate, eager kisses that convey your impatience.
He smirks in response, a playful glint in his eyes. "So desperate for me, baby? Couldn't wait five minutes until we were in the house?" His tone teases, laced with affection. His kisses trailing down to your neck.
The second you sat in the car, you were so incredibly horny. You were pressing soft kisses to his neck and whispering to him about how sexy he was and how much he turned you on. The only appropriate reaction after Jaeminâs display in front of Hyunjin. All he did was chuckle and tell you to be patient.
You obviously weren't patient as now youâre gonna ride his cock in the car.
Heâs got a condom now.
Your eyes widen and you pout. âIt felt good when we fucked without it.â
He just laughs and shakes his head, putting it over his cock.
âYou know I literally donât get pregnant, me and Hyunjin â well you know, we used to do it without protection all the time.â You ramble and he sighs, smashing his lips against yours, quite literally kissing you to get you to shut up. His hands find their way underneath your skirt and heâs rubbing your thighs in small circles.
With a heavy moan, you sit down on his cock and begin fucking yourself on his cock, you begin a steady rise and fall, his hands tight on your hips which guides you. Youâre pressed against his chest, your lip biting and eyes screwing in pleasure as you move up and down his cock, pretty noises spilling from your mouth.
You quite simply fuck yourself dumb on his cock. you ride him at such a rapid and fast pace, it has him in awe. Heavy breathing and moans fill the car, his mouth is wide open as he admires the view above him. your screwing your face in pleasure, the steady rise and fall on his cock, how tight your pussy feels. It's driving him crazy.
"Ahhh, fuck, feels - feels soooo good," you pant in Jaemin's ear, your voice laced with pleasure as he continues to drive you wild with desire.
His cock reaches a spot that makes you whine, his cock driving deeper and deeper inside your walls. âYouâre so fucking tight.â He hisses in your ear, teeth gritted and eyes screwing in pleasure
You start getting tired, your body becoming heavy with desire as Jaemin continues his sensual assault. Your legs feel weak, and you begin to lose the strength to hold yourself up. Sensing your fatigue, he continues, he doesn't want to stop. He shifts his position slightly, taking more of your weight, and begins thrusting into you with even more determination.
âBaby, you were so eager to ride my cock, and now you can't even ride it properly?" he teases in a husky voice, his fingers digging into your hips as he continues his relentless pace, his voice dripping with desire.
SCENE 4, STUDYING, COCKWARMING + OPENING UP
You find yourself sitting on his cock, a lot.
Jaemin tends to always be buried in his university assignments and projects, his attention riveted to the screen, seemingly oblivious to the world around him, to you. You, craving his attention, couldnât help but voice your dissatisfaction, a whine escaping you about his apparent neglect.
âSit on my lap.â He suggested, without looking up from his work, his voice calm yet firm, a surprising solution to your complaint.
You looked up at him, your eyes wide with a mix of surprise and shyness. It was an unexpected invitation, one that caught you off guard. Yet, he didnât waver, repeating himself more clearly, his voice taking on an irresistibly attractive and sexy edge, âCome and sit on my lap then. Donât just sit there being needy, do something about it.â
His words sent a thrill through you, a mix of anticipation and excitement. You found yourself biting your bottom lip, a smile creeping onto your face despite the fluttering in your stomach. With a casual ease, he pushed his chair back further with his feet, creating space, and patted his lap as a clear invitation.
Standing up, you prepared to close the distance between you but as you took a step forward, your breath hitched audibly. Jaemin began to unbuckle his belt and unbutton a few buttons from his shirt. It froze you in your tracks. His eyes, intense and unwavering, never left yours, their depth pulling you in, making you squirm under his gaze. There you stood, momentarily paralyzed by the intensity of the moment, He smirks up at you, knowing and slightly teasing.
His cock is literally out, heâs running his hands up and down the length and heâs smiling at you so prettily, you hold the eye contact and give him a shy smile but when you look down, you see a monster length staring at you so the contrast slaps you in the face like whiplash.
"Sit down then, pretty girl.â He urged softly, almost whispering, his words imbued with an affectionate warmth that made your heart flutter.
You nod slowly, anticipation bubbling within as Jaemin's hands find their way to the delicate skin under your skirt, you let out a small whimper when he grips your hips gently yet securely. He pulls your underwear down slightly and then carefully pulls you closer, situating you on his cock.
You donât know what this was but you didnât expect this, to be sitting on him, on his cock, just staying still, there was no movement, just the warmth of being close. Your walls just sucked his cock in and it was such a tight, warm fit.
His focus returned to his studies, but now with hums of concentration and satisfaction. You sitting there on his cock, so prettily, clearly helped him with his work
As you watch Jaemin type away, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration, you're struck by the captivating intensity of his focus. He's the epitome of handsome, with sharp, defined features that are softened by the gentle curve of his lips, concentrated into a line of determination. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, now reflect the deep pools of his thoughts, flickering under long, dark lashes with every word he commits to the screen. The way his hair falls slightly over his forehead, just a bit tousled, adds a boyish charm to his otherwise structured appearance. The ambient light casts shadows that accentuate his strong jawline and the thoughtful crease between his brows, making him look like heâs been carved from marble, yet animated with the warm flush of life.
Thatâs when it dawns on you; despite the time you've spent together, thereâs so much you donât know about him. The basics, like what he studies, his favourite color, his favourite tv show. Sure, you knew his favourite sex position and kinks but that was completely different. You didnât know him on a personal level.
He notices your intense gaze, the way your eyes are fixed on his features, not missing a single detail. There's a flicker of something in his eyes, a mixture of amusement and curiosity, as he meets your stare. It's as if he's inviting you to look deeper, beyond the surface, to discover the layers that make up who he truly is.
âYou want something, baby?â You feel his voice vibrate against your chest, a low hum that makes you make the smallest movement on his cock but he just groan and shakes his head at you, his hands gripping your thighs and making you stay still.
Your hands play with his earrings, signalling your growing curiosity. "Iâm just curious⊠about you.â You admit, looking for a deeper connection.
He laughs softly, open and encouraging. "Yeah? What do you wanna know?"
âWhatâs your major?â You start off, realising how crazy this sounds, you spend your days getting your back blown by him but you donât even know what he studies. He's always engrossed in his university work so you assume heâs a dedicated and top student.
He looks away from his work to focus on you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Iâm doing a double major, criminology and fine arts. Itâs more photography-based, but it's a lot more complex than just that." His explanation flows effortlessly, a clear indication of his passion. "I've always been fascinated by criminology, the complexity of it, and the deeper understanding it offers. Itâs a field where I can communicate the way I want to, I donât need to talk much, itâs all mostly through visuals. A photo says a thousand words, right?"
His eyes light up with the mention of his work, reflecting a depth you're eager to explore. "This degree teaches me to notice the overlooked details, to create something that might challenge perceptions or bring new insights. I want to make a difference, especially in the criminal justice world."
His passion is palpable, and you find yourself drawn in by his dedication. "Combining criminology with fine arts isnât common, but that uniqueness is what I think can be my strength." His voice carries a confidence that only adds to his allure.
"Thereâs a certain beauty in understanding the complexities of crime and human behaviour, and even more so in capturing the emotions and stories behind them through art. I want to find and share that beauty."
You canât help it. you moan. There's just something so sexy hearing about a man so dedicated to his interests, so complex and multifaceted. Seeing his passions and dedications made you understand him more, or atleast feel like you understand him more.
You realize how perfectly his degree mirrors his personality: mysterious, intellectually deep, and emotionally intelligent. His artistic pursuits show a creative soul that sees the world through a unique lens, combining a sensitivity and appreciation for beauty with a bold, unconventional approach to his studies. This blend of social awareness, empathy, and deep thinking not only makes him fascinating but deeply attractive.
Listening to him, you understand that Jaemin is not just another student; he's someone who truly wants to leave a mark on the world, using his unique perspective and talents. His confidence and individuality shine through, making you admire him all the more.
Heâs a captivating blend of social awareness and empathy, driven by a deep concern for societal issues. His studies reflect a profound desire to understand and improve the world, grounding him in compassion and thoughtfulness. As a reflective and insightful thinker, he engages in intellectually stimulating conversations, showcasing his subtle boldness and confidence. Unafraid to deviate from traditional academic paths, Jaemin's unique approach and individuality make him irresistibly appealing.
As you absorb the depth and breadth of Jaemin's ambitions, a spontaneous sound escapes you, a moan of admiration and something more, something deeper. His confusion is immediate, eyebrows arching in a silent question as he pauses, turning to face you fully. His voice, a deep and breathy lull, wraps around you like a warm blanket in the cool air of the room. "Why are you moaning?" He whispers, the words vibrating directly into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
"Youâre â youâre just really hot.â You confess, the words tumbling out in a blend of awe and sincerity. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You lean in to kiss his forehead, a gesture so intimate and tender, Jaemin reacts in a way that sends your heart soaring. His eyes close for a moment, savouring the touch, a soft, content sigh escaping him. When he opens them again, they're alight with a giddy, infectious smile, the kind that makes his whole face glow, the kind that's impossible not to return. His breathing, low and steady, syncs with yours, a harmonious rhythm that seems to pull you even closer together.
âYou work hard. Well done.â Your words are an affirmation, a gentle reminder of the faith you have in his efforts and the future theyâre building towards. This will become something of a personal mission for youâto always remind him that his dedication will be worth it. Youâve never been so close to someone so motivated, so deeply attuned to their aspirations.
âThis is why I'm being so good, just letting you study without distracting you. I've been a good girl and just sat here, on your cock, without moving when all I wanna do is ride your cock. you can feel how wet I am, right?â
He tuts. âI don't call bouncing up and down being a âgood girl?ââ
You moan, smashing his lips against his. Your lips move with an urgency that speaks volumes of pent-up desire. He kisses you back with intensity, punctuated by the soft sounds of mutual moans that vibrate through the connection of mouths. Your hand finds its way into his hair, fingers tangling, pulling gently to bring him even closer, ensuring no space remains. His arms wrap securely around your waist, pulling you against him as you grind onto him, your hips making soft motions as your ass meets his thighs, his cock thrusting deeper and deeper into you.
THE ONE WHERE HE EATS YOU OUT
âDo you want me to eat you out, baby? You want me to take your stress away?â Before you can even answer he dives into you, sweet eyes looking up at you with a soft smile, pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs before pulling you lace panties down.
He dove into your pussy, forcing your legs open, his tongue lapping at your pussy and your folds, sucking and licking all the wetness and juice with one long stripe. You moan out heavily, wrapping your legs around his neck and caging him there, your hands fisted in his hair.
He leaves mouthy and wet kisses on your clit, sucking and sucking on the skin and making you moan over and over. Your orgasm was coming close and youâre about to scream out his name but then you fucking hear the front door open.
Hana drops her bag upon seeing you, her eyes widening in surprise. You realise there's no time to hide the situation. Thankfully, she has no way of knowing it's Jaemin due to the way he's positioned and the sofa's arrangement. In a supportive and enthusiastic manner, Hana puts her thumb up to you and mouths her congratulations, seemingly unaware of the true situation
You find yourself wondering why she still stands there, a grin playing on her lips as she nods enthusiastically. Her eyes are fixed on you with a sense of pride that seems to radiate from her, a pride that's uniquely her own and difficult to put into words.
Jaemin, like the menace that he is, continues eating you out even though heâs aware thereâs an audience. Heâs lapping at your folds more roughly, biting and spitting on your pussy in hopes to make you scream his name, heâs trying to make you scream his name. His tongue delves deeper and deeper as he thrusts his fingers in and out. Your eyes roll back, his name was this close to slipping from your tongue.
Jaemin smirks at how you try to conceal your sounds. His breath was a whisper that sends shivers down your spine. His voice, barely above a murmur, resonates with a depth that you can hardly hearâyou feel it, a tangible vibration against your skin. âIf you were gonna end up silent anyway then we should've fucked infront of them.â
Jaemin startles you as he raises his head slightly. You quickly guide his head back down, but then he attempts to rise again, wearing a smirk. His eyes intensify with desire as he gazes up at you, giving you the slyest grin. Despite the slightly perverse and twisted nature of the situation, he finds pleasure in your heightened state of arousal due to his actions. Even though it's kind of sick and twisted he loves seeing you so scared because of his doing
THE ONE WHERE YOUâRE FUCKING ON THE BALCONY
Youâre wearing the mini skirt, itâs slutty, itâs sexy.
Itâs too slutty to be yours, itâs Haerinâs.
She beamed with a glow when you asked for her help, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and delight. Without hesitation, she dives into her closet and emerges with the boldest piece she ownsâa mini skirt that's daring in every sense of the word. It's the kind of outfit that blurs the lines between outrageously sexy and boldly confident.
To match the daring vibe of the skirt, you opt for a top that's equally provocative. The ensemble comes together in a daring display of confidence, each piece complementing the other to create a look that's undeniably hot. Your makeup and hair are styled to perfection, each detail adding to the allure of the outfit.
Thoughts of Jaemin flutter through your mind, sending waves of giddy anticipation coursing through you. You hope heâll find you pretty. As you give yourself one final look in the mirror, confidence surges within you.
Jeno's arrival to pick up you and Haerin was expected, but Jaemin's presence alongside him was a pleasant surprise that sent a jolt of excitement through you.
The moment Haerin and Jeno greeted each other with a kiss, a sense of awkwardness washed over you. You stood slightly apart, an observer to their easy display of affection, feeling a mix of happiness for them and a silent yearning for a similar connection with Jaemin. Your situation with him was a closely guarded secret, one that you weren't ready to unveil.
As you felt the pull towards Jaemin, something shifted within you. With a newfound boldness, you clasped your hands together and rest them by your side, a gesture of anticipation, and subtly leaned his way. Your head tilted, a silent invitation, as your lips curved into a smile, a confident and alluring display.
As Jaemin's gaze intensely sweeps over you, a wave of heat rushes through your body, so palpable that the two of you almost moan out loud. The tension between you both was electric, youâre so happy Haerin and Jeno are too absorbed in each other to notice.
His eyes, dark and focused, scrutinize every detail with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. You catch him biting his bottom lip, a silent yet unmistakable sign of his approval, as he takes in the sight of you. The outfit you've chosen for the evening accentuates your figure perfectly, hugging you in just the right places to showcase your curves in the most flattering light.
Suddenly, Jeno's attention shifts towards you, breaking the electric tension. With an enthusiastic whistle, he grabs your hand, lifting it above your head to spin you around in a playful showcase. "Look at you.â He smiles, his voice filled with a mix of pride and admiration, the pitch of his whistle echoing his excitement. He's always been your biggest supporter, and tonight is no exception.
Meanwhile, Jaemin remains a silent observer, his expression unreadable yet intensely focused on you. Despite his quiet, his eyes communicate volumes, locked on your form with a clarity that's both thrilling and a little intimidating. His nonchalant demeanor contrasts sharply with the keen interest evident in his gaze.
Jeno drives back to his house which marks the start of an interesting evening.
Jeno's backyard was buzzing with life, lit up by string lights that added a cozy glow to the evening. It was the perfect spot for a barbecue, with everyone gathered around, enjoying the inviting green space. The smell of food on the grill filled the air, hinting at the fun and laughter that was to come.
In one corner, Hana and Eric had cocooned themselves into a couple's chair, their world reduced to the space between them as they shared kisses, seemingly oblivious to the buzz around them. Donghyuck, on the other hand, embraced solitude on the outskirts, content with his crisps, his presence a quiet testament to the diversity of the group's dynamics. Meanwhile, Shotaro and Wonbin, having recently bridged the gap of a misunderstanding, were lost in their own bubble, their laughter and shared glances lighting up the space around them.
Near the grill, stood Jeno and Jaemin, they were cooking all the meat. You watched, perhaps for the first time with true attention, as their interaction unfoldedâa symphony of small laughs, shared tasks, and an easy silence that spoke volumes of their bond. The way they moved together, anticipating each other's needs and sharing the workload with an unspoken understanding, was evidence enough of the deep-rooted friendship they shared. The small, almost imperceptible exchangesâa nod here, a chuckle there, the passing of a spatula or a beer without a word â seeing their bond warmed your heart. They did truly love each other.
While Haerin and you engaged in gossip, standing across from Jeno and Jaemin, an attempt to help with the barbecue was dismissed by Jeno, he just told you both to go, citing he didn't want his garden to catch fire.
Youâre being slutty on purpose. You boobs were out. You bend down intentionally in front of him, which drew a sigh from him. He tried to brush it off as a reaction to accidentally burning his hand on the grill, which actually did happen, a mishap resulting from his distraction by you rather than the task at hand. Jeno, his fucking nurse, quickly stepped in to care for him, wrapping the wound and even kissing his palm in a comforting gesture. He rolls his eyes and Haerin brings her palm out and expects him to do the same for her even though she wasnât hurt.
The food is ready, and as everyone gathers around, you can't help but admire Jeno's attentiveness. With a careful diligence, he ensures that everyone is served before even thinking of his own plate. He moves among you, distributing plates and customizing each serving according to personal preferences. When he reaches you, there's a soft pat on your head and a smile that warms you from the inside out, especially when you see he's remembered exactly how you like your burgerâwith extra cheese and no gherkins. It's these small acts of care that make the moment special.
Jeno then turns his attention to Jaemin, who has been somewhat neglectful of his plate. He silently places a chicken wing directly into his mouth. Haerin, too, receives a tender moment of attention when she chokes on her burger. Jeno is quick to offer her water through a straw, pressing a kiss to her forehead in reassurance. Her embarrassment at the mess she's made is met with his gentle coo and shake of his head, assuring her of her beauty despite the sauce smeared around her mouth. He cleans it up with his thumb, a gesture so intimate and affectionate, followed by a soft kiss that seems to say everything words cannot.
You havenât been drinking yet you feel high, euphoric. Youâre completely sober and thatâs the best part of it all. A few months ago you wouldâve never thought youâd reach such happiness without being drunk but here you are, with your best friend, smiling until your cheeks ache.
The joy that fills you is genuine, a kind of happiness thatâs both new and exhilarating. Despite not having touched a drop of alcohol, you find yourself riding a wave of euphoria, the kind that only true contentment can bring. Itâs a realisation that hits you with the force of a revelationâonce, the thought of achieving such a state of bliss without the aid of drinks would have seemed impossible. Yet, here you are, basking in the warmth of genuine happiness, sharing moments of laughter and connection with your best friend. The smiles that stretch across your faces, so wide that they make your cheeks ache, are a testament to the pure, unadulterated joy of the moment.
You an iâm d Haerin are dancing sexily, slut drops, touching each other closely, hands on tits, ass, giggling, you were kissing. Youâre vaguely aware of the attention youâre attracting, particularly from Jeno and Jaemin.
Jaeminâs expression is hard to read, always enigmatic, giving nothing away. He watches with his usual cool, detached air, adding to his mysterious aura. Jenoâs gaze, on the other hand, is intense, youâre not sure whether he wanted to join in or punish you, leaving you guessing about his thoughts.
He clearly makes up his mind as suddenly, he comes along and the three of you are dancing closely, theyâre both so wasted, thatâs why the three of you grind on each other, hands touching all places, hot breath fanning over each otherâs faces, youâre sure Jeno was slapping both of your asses at one point.
The atmosphere is a bit surreal, and you can't help but wonder how you've found yourself in this situation. Jeno, surprisingly, is dividing his attention between you and Haerin, and it's an unexpected turn of events. He starts by placing his hands on both of your shoulders, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
Slowly, he pivots Haerin around and lets his hands glide down to her hips, making sure you can still feel his touch as he pulls her closer to him. The sensation is electrifying, and you're not sure where this is leading. Then, with a playful assertiveness, he gives her ass a cheeky slap.
Before you know it, Jeno positions himself between both of you, sandwiched between you and Haerin, letting the two of you grind into him. She's right in front of him, arching her neck as he leaves open mouthed kisses, not completely neglecting you though, his fingers move to caress your thighs.
Passions ignite in the room as tongues entwine and hands explore. You sensually slide your hand down Jeno's body, your fingers dancing down to his crotch. The chemistry is palpable, and you can't help but feel your own heart racing.
Haerin and you share a passionate kiss while Jeno moans in pleasure, his eyes locked on the erotic display before him. His hand rubs his bulge through his pants, and the intensity in the room continues to build.
Jeno's desire reaches its peak as he tightly fists your hair, pulling you back roughly to grant him access to Haerin's eager lips. Their mouths collide, exchanging a torrent of saliva and heated kisses. It's a frenzied scene filled with raw desire and longing.
But then, Haerin moves away from Jeno and turns her attention to you, planting sweet pecks on your lips, the two of you giggling and giving each other giddy eyes. The contrast between the intense passion and the soft, affectionate moments is a tantalizing blend of sensations that leaves you breathless.
You and Haerin had playfully shared your desires about making out with each other before, acknowledging each other's attractiveness, you both found each other hot! This moment feels different. It's serious and intense.
Now, you find yourselves on the couch, straddling each other. Youâre on top, and your lips meet in a fiery, passionate kiss. The sensation of her tongue, soft lips, and electric chemistry between you leaves you captivated. You can understand why Jeno is so enamored with her.
But suddenly, you're yanked away, and Jeno takes your place. He grabs Haerin's neck harshly, eliciting a loud moan from her,, his kisses were passionate and forceful. Smooching noises fill the room as Jeno dominates the moment, leaning over and caging her against the plush cushions, his legs either side of her and heâs not holding back on being rough.
Haerin senses your hesitation and quickly pulls you onto Jeno's lap while still engaging in a heated make-out session with him. Together, they shower you with affection, covering you in passionate kisses and leaving hickeys on your skin. Jeno, driven by intense desire, unzips his pants, his length ready as he runs it through his hands.
Before Jeno can even do anything with his cock, the room is abruptly pierced by a voice that commands immediate attention. Jaemin, who until now had remained silent, suddenly asserts himself with a firm, "Not on this couch!!" His intervention is swift and decisive, drawing the eyes of everyone present.
Your gaze meets Jaemin, and the intensity you find in his eyes is startling. There's something about the way he looks at youâcommanding, and undeniably attractiveâthat sends a thrill through you. The mixture of authority in his voice and the dark promise in his gaze stirs something deep within you, amplifying your already heightened arousal.
The realisation that Jaemin has been observing this whole time makes you moan. His attention, previously undetected, now feels like a spotlight. His gaze, heavy with an unspoken challenge, leaves you pondering his thoughts and the nature of his interest in the dynamics at play.
You decide to head to the bathroom to freshen up, trying to regain your composure. You smooth out your hair and touch up your makeup, attempting to collect your thoughts. But as you open the bathroom door, you're met with the dark and piercing gaze of Jaemin.
His expression isn't one of happiness. Instead, a certain intensity emanates from his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. The look in his eyes makes your insides throb with desire for him, overpowering any other thoughts. He had been on your mind all night, and now, being in such close proximity to him, your longing for Jaemin becomes undeniable and overwhelming. You only want him. The tension in the bathroom seems to escalate, the steaminess of the situation too palpable to ignore.
Your lips crash together in a searing, insatiable kiss, tongues tangling in a fervent dance. His hands roam your body, gripping and squeezing, while your nails dig into his back, pulling him impossibly closer.
With legs wrapped around his waist, you grind against each other, feeling his arousal hard and insistent against your core. Every touch, every bite, every growl against your lips sends shivers of pleasure down your spine.
Jaemin's mouth trails down your neck, nipping and sucking, marking you as his own, covering the marks that Haerin and Jeno had left on you and. Tutting in your ear, Jaemin's voice drips with desire and dominance. "Gonna act like a slut like that again, baby? Hm? Youâll see what I do to you." His words send shivers down your spine as he presses his body closer, asserting his control.
Your breaths grow heavy, matching the rhythm of your bodies moving against each other. His fingers find their way under your clothes, tracing lines of fire along your skin, making you gasp and moan. Heâs spanking your ass as you moan into his mouth, the wetness between your thighs becoming palpable.
Locked in a heated gaze, your eyes reveal the raw hunger within. Bodies pressed together, the friction only intensifies the pulsating need between you. You feel consumed by a wild, untamed passion, surrendering to the magnetic pull of desire.
"Trying to flaunt your sweet pussy to everyone else?" Jaemin's voice oozes dark desire as he speaks close to your ear. He cages your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. "Answer me."
You shake your head, your eyes wide, and your lips trembling with a whimper and a pout.
âI don't believe you."
Jaemin's intentions become unmistakably clear as he manhandles you, forcefully guiding you until you're pressed against the balcony railing. You glance around and realise that you're on the balcony overlooking the garden, he positions you exactly how he desires, and you surrender willingly to his commands.
Coming up behind you, he arches your neck and presses passionate kisses upon your skin, leaving a trail of fiery sensation in his wake. His desire is palpable, and the mask he's worn for so long begins to slip away, revealing the raw, passionate intensity beneath
Jaemin makes quick work of removing your clothes, his hand delivering sharp slaps to your ass in rapid succession. The mixture of pleasure and pain sends shivers down your spine.
"You want everyone to see what a fucking slut you are? Now they will.â He whispers in your ear, sending a thrilling jolt through your body. The audaciousness of this encounter only makes it more arousing, and you can't believe how turned on you are right now. Is he really this brazen? Fucking you in a place where you could easily be caught, even though your situationship is a secret?
Thatâs hot.
Your moan betrays your excitement, your body burning with desire as Jaemin's cock thrusts relentlessly into you. He's pounding you on the balcony, your front pressed against the railings, and he ensures your arms are held above your head without even having to use physical force. You remember his earlier warning: no moving allowed, and you obediently comply like the good girl you are, relishing your role as the willing submissive.
With one of your legs held up by Jaemin, you're pinned against the balcony's railings, your body entirely at his mercy. âSuch a whore, acting like this all night in front of everyone.â
Jaemin revels in taking you from behind, the sight of your ass bouncing against his throbbing erection driving him wild. With one hand gripping your hair, he pulls your head back, arching your back sensually. The other hand firmly presses against your lower back, guiding you to meet his every thrust.
He forcefully drags your head forward, fistful of your hair in his grip as he forces you to position there, you hold back a moan as you see everyone in the garden downstairs, your friends are below you. All of them still in the garden and if they look up they'd see you and him fucking, theyâll see his hands that slap your titties and his dick plunging in and out of you.
âDoll, you have to stay quiet, you don't want our friends to know our little secret.â His voice, usually low and commanding, becomes a seductive whisper, sending shivers down your spine. Thereâs a hint of a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he savors the effect of his words on you.
Yet, despite the need for secrecy, Jaemin's primal desire overcomes any semblance of restraint. He thrusts into you even harder, igniting a fire of arousal that burns hotter with every passing moment. The walls of your body tighten around him as pleasure intensifies, and the possibility of being discovered fuels the urgency of your passionate connection.
You get off on the fact that you could be caught anytime, you and Jaemin love the thrill. As he whispers in your ear, urging you to make more noise, he maintains his firm grip on your throat.
As the intensity between you and Jaemin reaches its peak, he relentlessly continues, thrusting into you with a determination that over-stimulates your senses. Your ass bounces against his cock, creating a rhythm that leaves you utterly spent and breathless. He's fucking you with such intensity that it's as if he's driving you to the brink of euphoria, making you feel high from his touch alone.
With every plunge of his cock, your snug walls grip him tighter, as if unwilling to let go of the pleasure he provides. Jaemin's playful cooing adds an exhilarating layer to the experience, igniting a fiery passion within you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, accompanied by heavy moans and growls of raw desire, making it abundantly clear that this encounter is driven by an insatiable hunger for each other.
He continues to overstimulate you. He's driving you to the brink, making you feel intoxicated with desire. His cock plunges in and out, your cum dripping down your thighs and making a mess. With a hint of teasing in his voice, he asks. "Can't you take it?"
In the heat of the moment, you're completely absorbed, unaware that your friends below have fallen silent. Little do you know, they're fully aware of what's happening on the balcony, and their cheers of encouragement fill the air. Despite their enthusiasm, they remain oblivious to the identity of the mystery man who's fucking you, failing to connect the dots as you and Jaemin are the only ones missing from the gathering.
As your friends look up, Jaemin drags you inside and to the floor, and before they can see anything, he fucks you there instead. âShut the fuck up, slut.â Jaemin slaps your ass as you squirt all over him
He holds you close, cooing softly in your ear as you come down from your high. His gentle kisses and tender touch help soothe you. He wipes away the remaining tears and ensures you're comfortable and clean.
Moments later, you make your way down to the garden, a slight flush on your cheeks. You enter with an air of casual composure, trying to act as if nothing out of the ordinary has occurred. Both you and Jaemin make an effort to maintain your cool, not arriving together to avoid any unnecessary attention.
It's quite evident that you've had your back blown out, with the afterglow still lingering on you. As you walk in, the cheers from your friends greet you, and Haerin plants a friendly kiss on your cheek. Hana attempts to lead you three away for some girls' talk, but the guys are being insufferable. Their taunting and teasing know no bounds, with even Shotaro mimicking your moans, and Donghyuck giving you an overly friendly pat on the back.
Among the crowd, two individuals stand out for their unusual behaviour. Jaemin remains nonchalant and seemingly unbothered, standing away from the chaos as if he hadn't just fucked you dumb. You envy him, how is he standing there like nothing intense had happened just mere moments ago? You also can't help but be suspicious of Jeno. He's typically the one to lead the teasing, but instead, he gazes at you with a proud smirk that leaves you questioning his intentions.
The air is thick with curiosity as your friends huddle together, each one throwing out guesses about the mysterious man's identity. Among the murmurs, Shotaro speaks upâsweet, innocent Shotaro. You adore him, yet there's a part of you wishing for his silence in this moment.
"Hey, Jaemin disappeared when we heard Y/N up there.â He remarks, pointing out Jaemin's absence just as your fucking had begun. The room falls into a tense silence, anticipation hanging in the air as everyone seems on the cusp of laughter or teasing, their faces a mix of shock and amusement.
Your eyes dart to Jaemin, panic flickering within you. But Jaemin, ever composed, manages his emotions with a tight control. He never slips. He subtly shakes his head at you, a silent reassurance not to worry. His gaze then shifts to Jeno, exchanging a brief nodâa moment of silent communication that leaves you more baffled than ever.
Jeno, with his impeccable timing, chimes in, "Jaem couldnât have been the guy; around that time, I sent him out to buy some more potatoes for those chips you guys gobbled up." It's a smooth save. Everyone seems to accept Jeno's explanation without hesitation. And truly, who wouldn't? He has always had a way with words, his ability to weave believable stories making him a convincing, smooth talker.
You let out a sigh of relief, though the knot in your stomach only tightens. You know it's only a matter of time before the truth might come out, and the thought sends waves of anxiety through you. For now, though, Jeno's quick thinking has steered the suspicion away, granting you a temporary reprieve from the spotlight.
THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE FINDS OUT (ONE)
âIs it Xiaojun?â
You shake your head, not paying much attention to the girls who are growing increasingly curious and persistent in their questioning. Instead, your focus remains fixed on your phone screen as you type away. It was Jaemin on the other end, if you werenât being fucked by him then you were always sexting, you had become obbessed with each other.
âWho is it then?â Haerinâs voice carries a hint of frustration as she cries out, Theyâre so goddamn nosy. Theyâre trying to figure out who youâre seeing, clearly growing exasperated with your evasive responses.
They know youâre seeing someone as youâve been caught several times but luckily they donât know that itâs Jaemin. Youâre intent on maintaining this privacy until you and Jaemin can figure out your situation. Staying discreet with Jaemin seems like the best course of action, avoiding drama and unwanted attention.
Itâs your mistake to relish and sigh in their silence and accept it as peace. âWhoâs fucking dick is that?????â Hana's voice escalates into a scream and Haerin's eyes nearly bulge out of its eye sockets, you realise that somehow, they've stumbled upon a photo of Jaemin on your phone, although his face wasnât in it. It was his cock.
Haerin is full on moaning and asking you âhow can you handle all that?â
So why is that photo on your phone? You had many photos of his cock on your phone but this particular one had an explanation. The truth is, Jaemin had sent you that photo while he was in a lecture, fully aware of your desires, and he decided to engage in some sexting to tease and please you. The real mistake was indulging in it while sitting on the same sofa as Haerin and Hana.
You let out a yelp in panic, blurting out, "I'm just looking at porn!" in an attempt to deflect their suspicions. However, Haerin and Hana remain skeptical, shaking their heads and exchanging knowing looks.
Hana wears a mischievous smile as she responds, "We will find out." It seems like they're not buying your excuse and are determined to get to the bottom of the situation.
THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE FINDS OUT (TWO)
Hana turns to Jeno, her face a canvas of confusion and suspicion. "Where the hell is Y/N?" she demands, expecting answers.
Jeno shrugs off the question with a casual "I dunno." Yeah he does. He knows that youâre getting your back blown out by Jaemin. He's known this whole time. Heâs known since the very first time.
Hana, still in the dark and growing more perplexed by the minute, continues to probe. "She's being really suspicious, don't you think? She never hides anything from us, so why isn't she telling us who she's seeing?" She questions, her voice filled with confusion.
Jeno, attempting to divert the conversation, mumbles, "It's probably a social experiment.â His comment unexpectedly draws laughter from Hana, though she hadn't intended to find humor in the situation.
Just as Hana ponders Jeno's words, her attention is suddenly captured by a sight through the sliding doors that connect the outdoor garden to the kitchen. She waves frantically, trying to get someone's attention, and before she can even begin to question why you are here, in Jeno's house, without any apparent reason, she lets out a loud scream, her hands flying up to cover her face in shock. "Y/N and Jaemin? What are they doing? AHHHH! AHHHHHH!"
âMy eyes⊠my eyes!!!!!â She screams, unable to believe her eyes.
"Jaemin and Y/N? Why is he touching her like that? What the HELL?" Hana exclaims, her voice rising in disbelief and shock.
"I know! I know!" Jeno repeats, trying to calm Hana down, mindful that Haerin is upstairs and oblivious to the unfolding drama.
"You know?" Hana shrieks, her voice piercing the air.
"Yes, I know! And now you know. Obviously, Jaemin and Y/N... but Haerin doesn't, neither does anyone else in the group, so please, you have to stop screaming." Jeno implores, his tone serious. "You need to keep this a secret. He adds, stressing the importance of discretion in this unexpected and delicate situation.
Hana, feeling a sense of urgency, breathes frantically and expresses her needs. âI need to tell Eric.â
Jeno, wanting to keep her calm, suggests. âJust pretend Iâm Eric, I literally look like Eric.â
Hana nods in agreement and begins speaking as if sheâs addressing Eric. Her confession takes an unexpected turn as she admits. âYou do look like Eric, and it freaking creeps me out. Sometimes it makes me wanna make out with you.â Her voice drops to a low whisper, and she realizes too late that sheâs voiced her thoughts aloud.
Jeno, raising his eyebrows in surprise, awkwardly coughs in response. Hana quickly regrets her words and mumbles, âYeah, just forget I said that.â Jeno nods in agreement, and the two of them part ways.
THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE FINDS OUT (THREE, FIN)
Hana and Jeno share a smirk and shake their heads at the noise coming from upstairs. To them, you sound like a bitch in heat, you and Jaemin were so incredibly loud.
There's a moment of silence as Hana and Jeno exchange amused glances, reveling in the audacity of your and Jaemin's fucking. Then, Haerin enters through the front door, dropping a kiss on Jeno's forehead and bringing a bag of food just for herself.
Curious about your whereabouts, Haerin asks, "Where's Y/N?"
Jeno mumbles casually, leaning back in his seat. âYou canât hear her, baby? Sheâs upstairs, fucking Jaem.â
Hana, with her boba straw poised at her lips, widens her eyes in surprise and nearly chokes on her drink. âI thought it was a secretââ
Jeno, still with that nonchalant demeanour, interrupts her. âIâm sick of it.â
âSick of them?â Hana questions, genuinely curious.
Jeno clarifies his annoyance, his tone filled with humor, âSick of losing sleep because of them. Hopefully, now they can just get it on in public instead of when Iâm trying to to go bed.â
Hana adds teasingly, âPlease, donât act as if you and Haerin, and Jaem and Y/N donât have a competition to see who can be the loudest.â
Jeno retorts, a playful glint in his eye, âAnd youâre forgetting you and Eric? You two are the loudest!â
Hana and Jeno fall silent in their playful bickering when they hear the unmistakable sounds of screaming coming from upstairs. It's not just any scream; it's you and Haerin.
Hana chuckles and remarks, "Seems like Haerin is copying Y/N."
Jeno and Hana share a laugh as they make their way upstairs, curiosity piqued by the unexpected commotion unfolding in your room. The sight that greets them is nothing short of comical. Haerin lets out an audible scream, her disbelief apparent on her face.
You are equally shocked. Why is everyone in your room? You had a heart attack, Jaeminâs dick was plunging in and out of you and then suddenly the door opened with a loud scream. As your friends stare at you and Jaemin, you realize that there's no way to hide or explain the situation. The truth is out, and you can feel the weight of their gazes on you.
As Jeno gives Jaemin a kiss on the head, you finally connect the dots, a realisation dawning upon you. An epiphany hits you like a ton of bricks, and a light bulb goes off in your head. You jab Jaemin's chest, your voice incredulous as you exclaim. Jeno had known all along. It makes so much sense now.
"Jaem!! You told him!!"
Jaemin, taken aback by your accusation, hastily defends himself. "I swear I didn't!"
âI was the one who planted this idea in your heads and you thought I wouldnât know?â Jeno smirks, an immense pride in him as he looks at the two of you.
(That wasnât true though, Jaemin had told Jeno early on, just like he tells Jeno everything.)
Haerin's eyes light up, and she moves to the bed to hug you tightly in her arms, placing sloppy kisses on your head and Jaemin's. "So you're dating????" She squeals excitedly, clapping her hands. But suddenly, her enthusiasm dies down, replaced by confusion.
You and Jaemin choke on your words, shaking your heads and immediately denying it. Haerin's mouth widens in disbelief, and she struggles to find the right words. Hana steps in, voicing her confusion. "I don't get it? I thought you guys were â Jeno told me you guys were dating."
Jeno, not wanting to get involved, quickly defends his name. "I said nothing."
Hana and Haerin share a look that fills you with unease; their silence is unsettling. They suddenly leave the room, only to return a few moments later. You groan and palm your head when you see Haerin holding an 'intervention' banner in her hand.
THE INTERVENTION
You find yourself awkwardly seated in the center of the room, suddenly the focal point of everyone's attention. This unsolicited spotlight wasn't something you chose; rather, it's the result of an impromptu intervention masterminded by Hana. She, with a flair for drama, unveils a handmade sign that declares âinterventionâ in bold, uneven letters. With a mix of persuasion and sheer force of will, she and Haerin manage to get Jaemin and Jeno to hang the sign, although it dangles crookedly above you.
Hana and Haerin stand before you, their arms crossed in an attempt to convey seriousness. You press your lips together, fighting the urge to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, feeling a bizarre mix of annoyance and fondness for their concern.
"Do not laugh." Haerin commands, her voice sharp, it immediately makes your lips fall flat.
However, this facade quickly dissolves the moment your gaze locks with Jaeminâs. The curve of his eyes and the subtle smirk tugging at his lips are the triggers that unleash your laughter. The sound of your combined laughter echoes off the walls. Jaemin's expression is a perfect blend of amusement and complicity, his attractiveness magnified in the moment. He looks effortlessly handsome, his casual posture and the slight smirk playing on his lips adding to his allure.
Hana prepares to dive into the heart of the matter, her expression serious yet tinged with concern. She shakes her head and clears her throat, signaling the start of what promises to be an in-depth interrogation. âSo, what is this?â She probes, her gaze shifting between you and Jaemin, accompanied with her hand moving back and forth.
âAn intervention.â Jaemin responds unusually, he normally wouldnât say a word but he catches on to your reaction and he realises itâs worth it. The room is filled with the sound of your laughter, and itâs the cutest thing Jaemin has heard in a while. Your laughter lights up the space, your mouth forming a beautiful smile as you giggle. The sweetness of the moment warms Jaeminâs heart, and he canât help but cherish it. As he watches you, he canât deny the growing affection he feels for you. He adores you more with each passing moment, silently falling for you in the most unexpected of times.
âWe have too many interventions.â You say once your laughter has subsided but Hana and Haerin will not allow you to shift the focus once more.
âIâll ask again, what are you guys?â
The room feels charged, the anticipation building. When neither of you responds immediately, Hanaâs impatience shows with a disapproving tut. Deciding to cut to the chase, she bluntly asks, âAre you guys fucking?â Her directness catches you off guard and you suddenly start choking on your tongue.
Jaemin, ever the embodiment of calm under pressure, answers with his characteristic dry wit. âObviously, did you not walk in on me pounding into her like 5 minutes ago?â His nonchalance is both infuriating and disarming.
Haerin, picking up where Hana left off, wears a hopeful smile, her eyes alight with curiosity. âSo, youâre dating?â She ventures, her optimism palpable. Her eyes light up and she breaks out into a grin, a reaction you quite simply do not understand as she knows youâre not dating.
The question sends you and Jaemin into a fit of awkward chuckles, a symphony of refusals and denials echoing around the room, youâd keep denying it until they believed you. You try to convince, almost too vehemently, that dating isnât on the cards. âHold on.â You interject, laughter breaking through the tension. âJust because weâre fucking doesnât mean weâre dating. Donât be crazy.â
Your attempt at humour does little to appease Hana and Haerin. They both launch into a series of scolding and telling off, their words a mix of worry. They warn you that youâre being reckless in your actions and that heartache will follow. They plead you to think this through. Meanwhile, Jeno sits quietly to the side, observing the proceedings with a silent chuckle, his laid-back demeanour a stark contrast to the animated energy of Hana and Haerin.
"So, what are you guys? Friends with benefits?" Haerin asks, her hope running out. The question hangs in the air, prompting immediate reactions from both you and Jaemin. You both shake your heads quickly, clearly unsettled by the label. The very thought seems off-putting to you both.
"We were never even friends.â You clarify, laying down the stark reality of your relationship with Jaemin.
He softly added, "More like strangers with benefits.â
You shake your head, quick to counter. "No.â You say to him simply and plainly. You didnât like the idea of only being of use to him for your body. Friends with benefits wasnât something you ever wanted to engage in.
The room falls silent at Hana's next question, "So what are you?" Hana's question leaves you speechless, a silence enveloping you as the words hang heavily in the air. What are we? The thought echoes in your mind, a question without an easy answer. As you glance over at Jaemin, searching for any sign of clarity in his expression, you're met with the same uncertainty. The ambiguity of your relationship, undefined and unlabeled, looms large between you. It's confusing. You're both aware of the lack of clear communication between you, yet the good sex keeps bringing you back to each other.
Faced with Hana's probing gaze, you deflect, turning the spotlight back onto her. "What are you and Eric?" you ask, hoping to shift the focus away from the complexity of your situation. The question hangs between you, a momentary distraction from the undefined nature of your relationship with Jaemin.
âHeâs my boyfriend.â She reveals nonchalantly, as if the declaration is the most natural thing in the world. You didnât expect it, you had known that theyâd gotten close but you didnât expect them to actually label their love. This was the first time she had told you.
At her words, the room erupts into excitement. You and Haerin canât contain your joy, squealing and rushing to embrace her. An unexpected wave of emotion washes over you, and you find yourself fighting back tears. The depth of your reaction surprises even you, but deep down, you understand its source. Hana is not just a friend; sheâs your best friend, someone whose happiness means the world to you. Seeing her find joy and fulfilment in a relationship with Eric, someone who has been in love with her since childhood, fills you with an overwhelming sense of relief and contentment.
In the midst of your collective excitement and joy for Hana, the moment becomes even more intimate when she turns to you, her gaze filled with softness and genuine concern. "I just don't want you to get hurt.â She whispers, her voice a tender echo of past conversations. The sincerity in her eyes reflects the depth of your friendship, her worry stemming from the memory of your last heartbreak. That memory isn't just yours; it's shared in the collective heart of your friendship, a reminder of pain endured and the resilience that followed.
Jaemin, who until now has been a quiet observer of the emotional exchange, lets out a light chuckle. It's clear he's ready to leap to his own defence but you're quicker. "Jaem isn't gonna hurt me.â You assert confidently, your voice steady and strong. There's no hesitation, no faltering in your statementâa testament to the unwavering belief you hold in him.
This isn't a mere assertion; it's a declaration of trust, a trust that has been carefully built and nurtured over time. In your heart, you feel the solidity of this trust,
Jaemin's reaction to your words is subtle yet profound. There's a flash of something deeper in his eyes, a mixture of appreciation and a solemn promise. It's as if your words have not only affirmed your trust in him but also reinforced his commitment to honor and cherish that trust.
Jeno, unexpectedly quiet until now, says, "Yeah, he wonât." Jeno's sudden input surprises you, given his silence throughout the intervention. Heâs normally active in discussions like these, his quietness up to this point was out of character.
"Heâs a good guy.â Jeno reiterates, his voice imbued with a depth of trust and admiration. His words about Jaemin are not just spoken; they're felt, radiating a heartfelt sincerity that envelops the room.
In that instance, you and Jeno share an exchange so profoundly sweet, it transcends words. Smiles bloom on your faces, a silent nod sealing this moment of mutual understanding and respect.
Then, Jenoâs gaze finds yours, carrying a depth of knowledge and insight that puzzles you. It's a look filled with layers you can't quite decipher, leaving you curious about his thoughts and emotions. This moment of uncertainty stirs a mix of confusion and curiosity within you, prompting questions you yearn to ask.
Yet, the moment's simple beauty holds you back, urging you to just live in it, to appreciate the connection you share without overanalyzing. Jenoâs response is a smile, so broad and genuine, it encapsulates the essence of your friendshipâa bond that thrives on unspoken understanding and shared moments just like this.
Hana smiled and shook her head. "Fine, but you guys should create rules for whatever kind of 'situationship' this is." You and Jaemin exchanged a look, and you realized that she was right.
"Can we have some privacy?" You asked, but you were immediately met with a chorus of "no's." You rolled your eyes, realizing that your friend group was just too open with each other. The closeness was a bit frightening at times, was it normal that you had seen them all naked on multiple occasions?
As he closes the distance, Jaemin's arm draped gently around your shoulder, he looked into your eyes with a sense of warmth and concern. "Are you okay?" He asked softly, his voice laced with genuine care.
You smiled at him, your fingers tenderly brushing over his eyebrow before cupping his cheek, drawing him into a gentle, heartfelt kiss. It was a quiet moment shared between just the two of you, a silent reassurance of your connection.
"So, what are you thinking?" You inquired, your fingers now finding his hand and intertwining with his. You took a deep breath, your gaze fixed on his, and continued, "I was thinking that communication is the key here. We should always be honest with each other about everything. For example, if you've found someone else, it would be better if you told me the truth so I can handle it better and..."
Before you could finish, Jaemin cut you off, his eyes unwavering as he affirmed, "I'm not going to find anyone else. I don't want anyone else." His words carried a deep sincerity that sent a warm shiver down your spine, reaffirming the bond you shared.
You nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed by your emotions. "Oh.â Was all you managed to say.
Jaemin's eyes held a gentle understanding as you continued, "And I think things like dates and gifts are okay. I mean, not like official dates, but if we want to go out, we don't need to be weird about it. I don't mean it like a date-date, but..."
"I know what you mean.â He said, voice filled with affection.
"Do you want to suggest something?" You asked, your arms wrapping around his neck as you gazed into his eyes.
Jaemin's smile is soft, filled with an unwavering patience and acceptance. "I just want whatever you want. Just tell me what you want, and if it's what you're comfortable with, then I want it too."
You nodded and then brought up another important point. "Um, also, can we continue keeping this private? I just... I don't want the attention, and I don't want Hyunjin to know. He's going to... he's just... I..."
The room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, the emotional weight of the moment pressing down on you. As you fight back tears, a sense of vulnerability washes over you, compelling you to look away in embarrassment. Around you, the concern is palpable, your friends frown at the sight of your distress.
Jaemin's response is immediate and tender, his voice a soft balm in the tense atmosphere. "Hey, baby.â He murmurs, his words wrapping around you with a warmth that feels like a gentle embrace. The softness of his kiss is a promise, a silent assurance that you're not alone in this. He moves your face gently in his arms so youâre looking at him and only him.
"Of course we can keep it private.â He says, his commitment to your comfort and peace of mind clear in his tone. In that moment, You find yourself nodding, a smile breaking through the uncertainty as you lean in for another kiss, his soft lips making you ache for more.
You hesitated for a moment before bringing up one more concern. "Last one, if you ever find yourself catching feelings for another girl, then..."
Jaemin didn't let you finish your sentence. He interrupted with a passionate declaration, "I don't want that. Did I not make myself clear when I said that I don't want anyone who's not you? You're the only one I want."
The room fell silent, with even Haerin moaning at his words. You have to acknowledge, deep down, that this feeling is somewhat foreign to you. The sensation of being prioritised, of sharing space with someone who genuinely cherishes and respects your feelings to the extent that Jaemin does, is new and disarming. Reflecting on the past, you realize Hyunjin never offered you this kind of emotional security and consideration. The contrast between then and now is stark, stirring a mix of relief and a poignant sense of what you had long been missing. It's an emotional revelation, understanding for the first time the depth of care you truly deserve and are finally receiving.
A wave of emotions crashed over you, leaving you momentarily breathless. Before you could process his words, he bridged the gap between you, his actions speaking louder than any promise could. His lips met yours with a fervor that conveyed the depth of his sincerity, igniting a spark that quickly turned into a blazing fire.
The kiss was passionate, yet carried a tenderness that enveloped you in warmth and security. His lips moved against yours with a precision that spoke of his deep desire and commitment, each motion reinforcing his declaration. The intensity of the kiss deepened as if each touch, each melding of lips, was a seal over his vow, binding him to you and you alone.
The physical connection was overwhelming, sending ripples of heat through your body. His hands, firm yet gentle, cradled your face, pulling you closer into the kiss, leaving no space for doubts or fears. The world around you faded, leaving only the sensation of being wholly desired and cherished.
You were left with a lingering sense of being deeply connected, not just physically but emotionally. The assurance in Jaemin's kiss, the fervent way his lips claimed yours, left no room for uncertainty. In that moment, you felt a profound reassurance that his heart aligned with his words.
As the intensity of Jaemin's kiss enveloped you, a surge of boldness took over. Your hands found their way to the hem of his shirt. With a shared breath, a silent agreement passed between you, and you began to lift his shirt upwards. Jaemin's response was to pause the kiss momentarily, allowing you just enough space to pull the fabric over his head.
His shirt discarded, you were met with the warmth of his skin, the contours of his muscles under your fingertips, you began tracing the lines and warmth of his back, Jaemin's lips found yours again as you kissed him until you couldnât breathe. It felt like kissing him was easier than breathing.
THE ONE WITH JAEMIN AND JENO
Jenoâs laughter breaks through, a sound mingled with relief and disbelief. âYou can finally stop hiding around with her.â He chuckles, his gaze locking on Jaemin.
Jaemin responds with a breathy, âThank fuck,.â His relief palpable, a tension he hadnât realised he was holding released with those words.
Jeno continues, half in jest, half in admonishment. âYou werenât doing a good job at it though, fucking on the balcony above us, really? I had to pull my cover for you guys out of my literal ass. I donât know how the others bought it.â Despite the humour, thereâs an undercurrent of sincerity in his critique, a nod to the lengths heâd go to protect you and him.
Jaemin, feeling a swell of gratitude towards Jeno, turns to him. His shake of the head conveys more than words couldâa silent thank you for the cover, for the understanding, for always being there.
Then, Jenoâs tone shifts, the mood turning serious as he changes the direction of the conversation. âTake care of her.â He says, his voice steady, eyes locking onto Jaemin with a depth of concern thatâs rare to see.
The sudden seriousness catches Jaemin off guard, but his response is immediate and unwavering. âYou know I will.â
Jenoâs next words are heavier, laden with worry. âYou know I worry about her.â He confesses, revealing a protective side often hidden beneath his lighthearted exterior.
Jenoâs tone takes on a sombre note, his words heavy with concern and a touch of anger. âDo you know how fucked she got after that dick fucked her over?â He asks, his voice laden with seriousness. âShe got high every single night.â He continues, the worry evident in his expression.
Then, he shares something even graver, a fact that underscores the depth of her despair. âShe overdosed and ended up in the hospital.â He reveals, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
Jenoâs frown deepens as he recalls the nights filled with your cries, a testament to the pain you endured. The memory of it brings a heavy sigh from him, the kind that echoes with the weight of unspoken words and shared heartaches. âHer room is next to Haerinâs, and Iâd just hear her cry every night.â He says, his voice tinged with a sorrow that speaks volumes of the nights spent in worry for you.
Jaemin listens, a storm of emotions playing across his featuresâ he wants to deal with Hyunjin. He feels shock, anger, and an undeniable resolve to protect you. âIâm taking care of her.â
Jaemin understands the heartache of a breakup all too well, having recently navigated the end of his relationship with Yeeun. In the aftermath, he found himself caught in a mess of emotions. He struggled a lot. Time, however, has a way of soothing the sharpest sorrows, and gradually, he felt himself healing, the pieces of his fractured heart beginning to realign. It's in this journey of recovery that he found himself drawn to you, a beacon of hope and a promise of new beginnings.
Or is that what heâs made himself believe?
âShe hasnât gotten high since sheâs been with me. I take care of her, I make sure she doesnât. Jaemin continues, his determination clear. âAll I wanna do is make her happy.â
Jenoâs response is a grin, a gesture that reflects his recognition and approval. âYeah. You are.â He agrees, acknowledging the positive shift heâs witnessed in you. Your friends have noticed the change, seen the light return to your eyes, and watched as your health and spirits lifted. Theyâve seen the laughter replace the tears, the strength replace the fragility, all under Jaeminâs tender care.
Jaemin, new to your life, may not have known the depth of your struggles, the lows that once defined your days. Yet, his presence has woven a new narrative, one where happiness fill the spaces that pain once occupied. In the quiet moments, in the soft touches and shared smiles, thereâs an intimacy and warmth that envelops you both.
EVERYONE KNOWS NOW
Now, the secret's outâat least among your circle of friends. Shotaro, ever observant, claims he pieced it together during the barbecue, asserting he always knew Jaemin was your mystery man on the balcony. Donghyuck remains unfazed and isolated, lost in thought over his coffee and not making eye contact with anyone, while Yangyang teases you playfully, calling you a "nasty girl." Xiaojun, however, is notably silent, a quiet observer which was odd.
The moment you're in his arms, his lips gently press against yours, capturing them in a delicate kiss. His fingers softly caress your thighs under your skirt, coos of affection whispered in your ear. Together, you share smiles, gentle caresses, and tender kisses.
Engrossed in this bubble with Jaemin, you barely register Xiaojun's reaction. His quietness and frown might have caught your attention any other day, but today, the relief of no longer hiding overshadows everything else.
"Did you eat?" Jaemin's voice, low and caring, breaks the spell of your intimate moment. You respond with a shake of your head, and he takes it upon himself to feed you, his actions tender and attentive.
You and Jaemin said your goodbyes to your friends and youâre now walking side by side with him on campus, you find solace in his presence. Words are unnecessary; the silence between you isn't oppressive but rather comforting, a testament to the ease and understanding you share. You're aware of the curious glances directed your way, yet they don't unsettle you. Jaemin seems unfazed as well, his demeanor calm and reassuring.
The thought crosses your mind that you're under scrutiny, possibly judged, yet it doesn't disturb your peace. You recognize that there's nothing wrong in seeking happiness, in reveling in the warmth of Jaemin's hand in yours. However, the shadow of a past fear looms at the edge of your consciousnessâthe concern about Hyunjin's reaction, a person whose gaze alone might shatter your newfound tranquility.
You had your reasons for keeping your relationship with Jaemin a secret, predominantly due to apprehensions about Hyunjin's influence over your emotions and well-being. The thought of his control over your happiness scares you deeply. But fuck him. You refuse to allow him any power over your current joy.
Hand in hand with Jaemin, each step on the campus grounds feels like a declaration, a step towards what feels right. Despite the past fears and the potential judgement from Hyunjin or anyone else, this moment with Jaemin feels like where you're meant to beâfree, unburdened, and genuinely happy.
In a moment that feels suspended in time, you and Jaemin come to a halt amidst the hum of campus life, now rendered inconsequential. The backdrop fades as he gently presses your back against the cool facade of a campus building, his gaze capturing yours with an intensity that's both mysterious and compelling.
Jaemin, with a slow, intentional movement, retrieves a blueberry lollipop from his pocket. The act of unwrapping it, taking a moment to savor its flavor, all the while holding your gaze, adds a layer of anticipation to the already charged atmosphere between you. The tension mounts, every gesture laden with unvoiced promises.
As he closes the distance, the air around you seems to thicken. When your lips finally meet, the kiss is not just an ordinary oneâit's a fusion of sensations, the sweetness of the lollipop blending seamlessly with the moment's warmth. This kiss is a discovery, an intimate exploration that goes beyond the physical.
The initial surprise quickly gives way to a mutual passion, your response mirroring his intensity. Your hands find their way into his hair, drawing him closer, deepening the kiss. The flavor of blueberry envelops you, enhancing the experience, making it something entirely unique.
Suddenly, aware of the setting, you gently push him back, a whisper escaping your lips, "Everyone is gonna see us."
His response is a carefree shrug, the words almost a caress in themselves, "When a pretty girl asks me the flavor of my lollipop, should I say no?" His words, teasing yet sincere, dissolve any hesitation, reaffirming the connection between you.
Eager to reclaim the moment, your lips find his once more, reconnecting with an urgency that speaks volumes. This kiss is deeper, fueled by the brief pause, a blend of rebellion and affirmation of your bond. It's a declaration made without words, a shared understanding that what you have is worth the exposure, worth every risk. The sweet taste of the lollipop, now a symbol of your shared secret, lingers as a testament to the complex, beautiful dynamic you share with Jaemin.
The kiss, intense and filled with unspoken emotions, was Jaeminâs way of saying goodbyeâa sweet, lingering farewell as he had classes for the rest of the day. Youâre left with a smile on your lips, your cheeks burning with a flush that you try to hide by covering them with your hands. Waving goodbye, you watch Jaemin until he disappears from view, the memory of the kiss still vivid in your mind.
But the moment heâs out of sight, a shift occurs. Turning around, youâre confronted with the piercing gaze of Jang Yeeun, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a cold shock in contrast to the warmth you just experienced. Her words cut through the air, sharp and accusatory: âSo youâre the reason why Jaeminâs been ignoring all of my calls.â
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âwait just a second, princess.â suna instructed you, his right hand opening his car door as he spoke.
you halted your movements, pausing the action of unbuckling your seatbelt out of obedience for him. you already assumed what he was going to do, it was a unwritten rule of his every time the two of you went out.
your hands tuckered back into your lap as you watched him exit the car, catching him sending a wink your way as he shut the driver door, leaving you alone in the warm interior as he jogged around the front of the car, nearly slipping on ice ungracefully.
you let out a worried yelp at the slip of his foot, but was soon relieved when he grinned at you as a way of reassurance.
âjesus.â you mumbled to yourself, nearly having a heart attack just then.
rintaro walked it off like nothing had happened, smoothly recomposing himself for your view only. if it wasnât for the freezing temperatures, you would have been able to notice the bright blush on his cheeks from embarrassment. but he played himself off well, as usual.
when he got to your side of the car, he hesitated slightly before opening the door. it would be cold out here for you, and you were exhausted, nearly spent already from socializing all night with friends. the sudden, harsh winter air would make you displeased and shivering for a few fleeting moments before entering the house, and suna just couldnât have that.
he couldnât have his precious princess be cold for any more than a millisecond or else heâs be very disappointed within himself.
deciding what his solution ïżŒwould be, he help up one finger at you through the window, signaling for you to be patient for one moment and heâd explain the change of plans later.
âwhat?â you questioned him, but he could only read your lips through the thick glass.
âone minute, baby. iâm going to go do something really quickly, hold on.â he halfheartedly explained.
you understood what you needed to in order to ask no more questionsâ both exhausted and lack of communication being a result.
your eyes followed him as he walked to the front door of your shared home, unlocking it and entering the house before shutting the door behind him after blowing you a gentle kiss for good measure, a way of telling you that everything is okay and heâll be back shortly.
you sat back in the seat tiredly, the heated interior keeping you in a nice warm hug while you waited for him.
after only a few fleeting moments, you had forgotten about rintaro and found yourself falling into a soft slumber.
âcâmon, sweet girl, letâs get you inside.â
you awoke slightly when strong arms wrapped around your body, closely holding you tightly to his chest to secure and comfort you as he lifted you carefully out of the car, nudging the door closed with his knee once your were fully outside and safe in his arms.
ârinnie?â you sleepily mumbled, your eyes still closed gently as you called out to him.
he glanced down at you as he began to walk up the driveway, a small smile on his face at your sleepy state.
âyes, princess?â
âare we in bed, yet?â
he chuckled, causing his chest to rumble and you to whine at the vibrations against your body.
ânot yet, special one. iâm carrying you insideâ you fell asleep in the car.â he answered as he walked into the warm house, you wrapped in blanket in tow.
ïżŒïżŒyou stirred slightly at the change of lighting, the dark night sky in contrast to the warm yellow light the living room lamp provided becoming noticeable to you.
your eye were still shut, too tired to open them and welcome light in as you stayed bundled in your boyfriendâs arms.
âgonna have to set you on the couch, okay, pretty girl? i have to take our shoes off.â suna explained, his voice soft as he spoke at you, his eyes taking in your resting face.
you tiredly mumbled a barely coherent âyesâ in response, your cute cozy voice causing rintaroâs heart to swell and his stomach to warm up in pure happiness.
how he got to lucky with you was beyond him, but he wouldnât trade you for the world. every little ïżŒquirk of yourâs had him tripping over his two feet in adoration, much to your disbelief. he didnât care if you believed him though, because he could feel it in his bones the each centimeter of you was beautifulâ especially ïżŒnow as you drool sleepyly in his arms.
he walked a few feet in front him, stopping to crouch down and ever so gently set you down on the velvet couch he had bought a few months prior as a anniversary present. your previous couch had been stained by your newly potty trained puppy and you were heartbroken over it, but as always, suna knew just what to do to cheer his princess up once more.
the feeling of a soft cushionïżŒ cradling your head had you nuzzling into the feeling, rubbing your flushed cheek against a throw pillow that suna placed there for under your head before lying you down.
a few moments passed before you were scooped up carefully again, your favorite blanket wrapped cozyly around you, granting you infinite warmth.
âalright, princess. now itâs time for bed.â he sighed, relieved.
you were too tired to understand much, only the nickname kissing your ears like a song. but, you trusted that rintaro would do whatever was in your best interest no matter how sleepy you were.
he made his way to the bedroom, continuing to carry you effortlessly throughout the house as you slept peacefully in his arms. he often glanced down at you, finding a small proud smile on his face as he did so.
you were everything to him, nothing else mattered when he was around you. his only focus in those moments were taking the best care of you that he could and making sure you were safe and happy. all of which you seemed to be in this moment.
rintaro watched you thrive tonight as you spoke to all of your friends at the holiday party, and he couldnât have been seen happier in the corner. his face held a grin all night, a proud smile he wore for everyone to see as they passed him by. the other guests probably assumed that he was one of two things: either high or just had the best sex of his lifeâ but he wasnât even close to their unclean thoughts. suna rintaro was lovesick, so lovesick that you surrounded his whole nightâ even on the rare occasion that you were out of his protective sight. you occupied his thoughts every minute, the way you spoke to everyone with such kindness and consideration, the way you let some of them cut you off mid sentence but were careful to bite back if someone off hand was said, the way you gave him sweet reassuring glances every two minutes to make sure he was having a good time and welcome to join your conversation whenever, the way you blew him kisses when you passed by him to go into another roomâ everything about the way you glew at that engagement party had suna feeling like a hopeless romantic.
as he neared the bedroom, only being two steps away from it, you stirred slightly causing him to gently stop momentarily to check on you. this allowed him to also use this as an opportunity to admire your unconscious state.
âa true sleeping beautyâ he thought to himself.
your eyes were relaxed, an eyelid delicately draped over them like a blanket.
your mouth was open slightly, leaking drool that pooled in the corner of your mouth. the same mouth the suna kissed every morning and night, and dreamed of stealing more when he couldnât.
but, as he stared down at you, he noticed how dolled up you still were. you still had your makeup on, a tad but smudged but there and your hair was neater than usual.
âfuck.â he whispered under his breath in realization.
the bathroom wasnât too far from where he was now, just a few feet behind him, but he didnât want to move too much in fear of waking the sleeping princess. but, he could manage.
carefully, he turned around as smoothly he could without swinging you around in his arms, his sockclad feet skillfully shifting with little to no motion beyond his torso. glancing down at you, suna nearly sighed in relief to find you still sound asleep.
he confidently but carefully took a few steps before making his way to the bathroom.
ârinnie?â you mumbled dreamily.
his heart almost stopped, had not been gently enough?
âyes, princess?â
you opened your eyes, blinking up at him ïżŒsleepily.
âi still have my dress on and itâs uncomfy.â you whined softly.
he smiled at your cuteness but sympathized with your uncomfortable feeling.
âi know, sweetheart. iâm going to take you into here and get you all cleaned up and ready for bed, okay?â
you pouted but nodded slowly, dreading having to wake soon to get unready.
âââ
after a few minutes of unexplained moment, you finally opened your eyes to find suna looking down at you as he cradled you in his arms. you quickly recognized that he was standing in your shared bathroom, the familiar dim light of the mirror giving it away.
âhey, beautiful. i have to wash your pretty face off, okay? you have makeup on.â he softly explained when confusion flashed your face.
âoh.â
he smiled and nodded in agreement before leaning over and eventually attempting to sit you up on the counter. little to no words were exchanged between you two as you repositioned, the action being understood by you quickly.
he reached behind your right side, sliding your cleanser forward before giving your nose a soft kiss.
âwait,â you interjected. âi need the makeup remover first before the cleanserâŠâ you corrected.
he nodded understandingly, murmuring a quick âthank you, babyâ in return before correcting his almost mistake by placing the larger bottle of micellar water ïżŒfrom near the light switch, next to the cleanser.
âthis stuff?â
you hummed in agreement, a sleepy haze coating your eyes as he glanced back at you, taking note of how beat you looked. heâll be sure to get you all nice and tucked in when the two of you finally lay down for the night, the best princess burrito he could muster.
rintaro leaned over closer to you, his strong scent filling the empty air between the two of you causing you to wake slightly but not enough to pull you out of your dozed off state. youâre eyes were open but you had zoned out within the few silent moments, brain foggy and peaceful. his catlike eyes narrowed at you, enjoying the beautiful sight of you so serene. it was like you were an enchantress, your beauty lit up his whole soul, opening him up with light and covering all of his shadowy spots with your glow.
âyouâre so fucking beautiful, princess.â he mumbled. âall mine too.â
your lashes fluttered shut, a carelessly swift motion that sent sunaâs heart on fire.
âtired.â you groggily mumbled.
âi know, sweet girl. letâs get you all cleaned up, yeah?â
he briefly caressed your hair lovingly before turning the faucet on and squirting a pump of face wash into his open hand.
âone or two pumps?â
you hummed out your answer, a low effort attempt to answer him.
âwhat was that, princess? gonna have to speak up for me.â
ât-two.â
he obliged, dispensing another glop and lathering it to foam under the running water.
ânow, youâre gonna have to wake up a little more, okay? iâm sorry, babygirl, i know youâre tired.â suna gently sympathized, his large callused hands wet with foamy makeup remover.
you let a light whine pass your lips, frustration and exhaustion bubbling in your chest cavity and threatening to flood the bathroom, taking your beautiful boyfriend with it. but, you obliged; opening your bloodshot eyes and being greeted with the domestic sight.
he stood in front of you now, only about two inches of space left between you. his hands were facing up, arms slightly extended to keep the soap from getting on him or dripping everywhere. rintaroâs eyes watched you intently, awaiting your âokayâ to wet your face and wash away the day.
but the only thing you could focus on was the scent that filled the air; sunaâs scent. the delightful musk of his cologne mixed with fresh linens and a warm scented candle you lit earlier that day embraced your lungs as you breathed in, causing your heart to warm up and a small content smile to graze your lips.
âwhatâs that pretty smile for?â rintaro asked, his expression mirroring your own.
âjust love you so much. feel like homeâŠâ
âi feel like home? or this house feels like home?â
you paused, inhaling the comforting aroma once more. this time his icy cologne overpowered the other smells, giving you a nostalgic feeling and a fond memory of yours clouded your vision.
it was late last june, the third summer you had spent with suna wrapped around your finger and this particular night just proved how true that started was. you were sat on this very counter top, your nightgown stained with the green clay mask that suna sloppily applied on your face. your arms were outstretched in front of you, your fingers gently tracing his face and leaving a thick layer of clay trailing behind them with ever inch of skin you graze. his strong hands rested firmly on your hips, thumbs rubbing the clothed skin lovingly.
âis it supposed to sting? because right now itâs stinging.â rintaro asked, his voice filling the silent bathroom.
you chuckled at his childishness, his pain tolerance low.
âyes, just slightly thoughâ nothing harsh. it means itâs working, as long as it isnât too bad. is it?â you replied.
he shrugged gently, his hands still firmly placed on your generously loved hips. oh, how much he loved your hips.
ânothing major or irritating. just⊠different.â
you paused the motions of your hands, focusing your attention on the tranquil expression that graced his face. as if he wasnât already stunningâŠ
his eyes were rested, gently shut and relaxed as you applied the face mask to his already clear face. whispering promises of relaxation and baby soft skin. he trusted you, allowing you to put whatever you desired on him without question.
âyou look so pretty, rinnie.â
he chuckled, slightly flattered but used to your compliments by now.
âi bet you look even prettier, princess. my pretty princess.â
your eyes nearly rolled back in ecstasy at the last statement, your tummy infested with butterflies that had just got a sudden burst of energy. ïżŒ
âmy pretty princess.â you tiredly mumbled, the memory of that beloved night leaking into reality accidentally.
he furrowed his brows at you, confused to say the least but sure you had a good reason behind it⊠at least he hoped.
âwhat, dollface?â
âyou called me your pretty princess the night we did face masks for the first time. donât you remember?â you explained, hopeful that the memory was dear to him as well.
you and suna were both very madly in love; truly, deeply in love. so in love that both of your friends were so sick of hearing how much you meant to one another, hearing brag upon brag about how amazing the other was. but the worst wasnât even in conversationâ no, it was the way he spoke to you.
you meant the entire world to him, and he was absolutely sure that there was nothing that trumped you in anything; beauty, intelligence, kindness, affectionâ all of the traits that rintaro was sure you were the best at. his most fond memories of you were selected carefully, hand picked by himself going off of a system he called love.
anytime he felt like his heart was going burst, or when his palms would pool with sweat out of nerves, or whenever you both did something for the first time togetherâ he would hold those special moments as close to his heart as he manage.
so yes, he did in fact remember the particular night you are reminiscing.
âmhm.â he hummed back. âfâ course i remember, sweetie.â
you smiled tiredly, your eyes hardly open but still trying.
âyou called me your pretty princess.â you repeated.
sunaâs cheeks tinted pink at the way your voice sounded, as if you were dreaming and he was everything you could ever wanted.
and he was.
âi always call you that.â he deadpanned.
why was that particular name sticking to you? it wasnât an unusual occurrence for those exact words to slip out of his mouth when addressing you, so why were you so hung up on it now?
âyeah- but this was different. you said it like you meant it-â
âi always mean it. always.â his voice was authoritative, as if he was ordering you gently to correct your thoughts.
like a king, ordering his insecure queen to trust his love, demanding that she change her course of thought before he beheads her.
or at least thatâs what your groggy mind concocted.
âbut this was the first. the first time that i felt you meant it. i could feel the love and security behind your words, even if there were only three of them.â
rintaro was silent, his rough hands foamy and awaiting your approval to wash away the exhausting party. but, he couldnât think of that right now. all that filled his lovesick brain was how beautifully romantic your soul was, and how it took everything he ever said to heart.
a few fleeting moments passed as he continued to think, a calm silence building in the air before a cheeky grin spread across his face.
âfuck, i just love you so much. youâre so damn fucking sweet, yâknow that? my princess is so goddamn sweet and lovely. i just love you. so so much, baby. donât ever change, please.â suna rambled, a large smile on his face as he spoke.
he placed a kiss to you lips, quick but enchanting before he finally quirked a brow at you, suggesting that he was ready to get this over with. you nodded, consenting him to clean your makeup off at last.
âwet my face a bit first. itâll come off easier.â you mumbled.
he hissed out a âshitâ before rapidly looking around for a washcloth to wet and gently rub on your face to dampenïżŒ it as you suggested.
you quickly caught on and told him to just rinse off his hands and pat the wetness onto your face before his hands dried.
âare you sure?â
âyes. itâs not like youâre dirty or anything. i suck on your fingers all the time, iâm sure i wonât get any dirtier from this than that.â
he smirked at the mention of his slender fingers in your mouth, suddenly craving the sight and feeling of it. but, he had enough courtesy to wait until before you drifted off in bed soon.
the action wasnât sexual when you did it, ïżŒneither of you saw it that way. it was more of a comfort thing for you, and suna sure did enjoy watching you so content just from suckling on his fingers. his.
with a small sigh of self-dissatisfaction, rintaro reached his hand into the sink and nudged the faucet on with his large ring finger.
âsuna?â
he ran his hands under the water as he let out a quite hum.
âwould it be okay if you could undress me too?â
âof course, princess. i was going to anyway.â
âreally? it wouldnât be weird?â
he furrowed his brows once more.
âwhy would it, doll? iâve seen all of you many times, and i adore it. sexually or not.â
your heart swelled.
âwhat would i do without you?â
he chuckled as his hands turned clean and wet, taking them out of the running sink to wet your face with them.
ânah, sweetheart. the real question is; what would i do without you? my life would be so meaningless without a pretty princess to take care of. whoâs door would i open? whoâs food would i cut up? whoâs pretty feet would i kiss and rub on?â rintaro questioned, taking a pause to place his warm wet hands on your face.
you sighed at the warmth, the water being the perfect temperature for relaxation. plus, his slender hands felt so comforting on your tired face, allowing your eyes to close at the feeling of your cheeks being caressed by your love.
âi love you so much, rinnie.â you mumbled. âthank you for taking such good care of me all of the time. i-i canât imagine my life without you.â
he huffed out a adoring laugh, leaning down and giving your nose a gentle kiss.
author's note; I had so much fun making this I hope you guys like it and happy birthday charlie â€ïž
16th october 2016
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charles_leclerc thank you so much sol, and thank you for believing in me â€ïžâ€ïž!!
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16th october 2022
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summary: based on this request - grumpy/mean Harry and readers first fight and he says something really harsh/yells and makes her cry? And then feels really bad after like grumpyxsunshine vibes?
warnings: angst
wordcount: 1.6k
a/n: thank you to the anon who sent in this request!! đ„°đ sorry it took me a while to get around to it. please let me know if this isnât quite what you wanted, i donât know if Iâm 100% happy with it so im more than willing to tweak and rewrite!!!
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âI miss you, Harry.â
You knew you were pushing it, he was already working himself to breaking point. But you couldnât help it, you missed your boyfriend. His break was meant to be about finding time for himself again, spending time with his loved ones. And you thought that meant being with you, not spending every day confined to the four walls of a recording studio.
âI canât delay my entire album because you miss me.â
âIâm not asking you to delay the entire album. Just take a day off, just once.â
âWhy?! For what?â
âDoesnât matter.â
Now you were both pissed off. You didnât understand why Harry couldnât just slow down. Youâd only been able to see him in Italy for a few days, your work schedule unexpectedly busy. Part of you thought he was âpunishingâ you for that, the sane part of you knew that his summer in Italy was his rest, and now he was back in London he needed to work. Harryâs work ethic was one of the things you admired most about him, and now you were arguing with him over it.
âClearly it does matter.â He was stood by the door, keys in his hand, a dark scowl printed on his face.
âItâs fine, just go. Have a good day.â The hurt was evident in your voice, but you didnât even want Harry to stay now with the atmosphere youâd created.
He hesitated for a moment, torn between wanting to stay and needing to leave. Finally, he sighed and turned to walk out the door without another word. The sound of the door swinging shut behind him echoed through the silent room, leaving you alone in your thoughts.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you sank into the sofa. Youâd pushed him away when all you wanted was for him to stay. You knew youâd always come second to his career, he prioritised you over almost everything in his life but his music was so important to him. But once he finished recording, there would be interviews and appearances, then a tour, and then youâd be back here again. It was constant, unrelenting, and if he couldnât even sacrifice one day for you, how could you expect him to slow down?
â
Harry stood frozen on the other side of the door, still stuck between needing to come back in and wanting to go. It never usually got to this point, one of you would back down before someone got hurt. It wasnât exactly healthy, but it worked for you. He hated fighting, hated seeing you upset. But he was only now realising that it was usually you that compromised. He knew you well, and for you to actually speak up and ask him to stay despite knowing how important his work is to him? Heâd fucked up.
He leaned against the door, his hand gripping the handle tightly as he closed his eyes, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside him. Guilt washed over him as he replayed the conversation in his mind. He knew he needed to find a balance between his work and his relationship, but it was easier said than done.
His hand fell from the door handle as he turned on his heel, dragging his feet away from the house. If he was going to make it right, he needed to be armed with all of your favourite things.
â
Harry replayed the morning in his head the entire time he was out. Youâd woken up to his alarm as always, rolling over in his arms to wake him up with soft kisses. âWhy do you set alarms if you know you canât wake up for them?â you laughed, tapping at his nose as his eyes fluttered open. âBecause you wake up and I get morning kisses,â he smiled, pulling you tighter to his chest.
He remembered how the morning light hit you at just the right angle, illuminating your puffy eyes and blushed cheeks. Heâd caught himself wishing he could have five more minutes in bed with you, time to savour waking up next to his love. But heâd rolled out of bed in the same way as always, slipping out from under you just as you tried to curl your body around his.
Youâd followed him to the bathroom silently, lingering in the doorway as you rubbed your tired eyes. âWish I got to see you more,â youâd mumbled, eyes following his through the mirror. âYou see me every day, kitten,â heâd replied, poking his tongue out when he saw you watching. Heâd noticed your face fall slightly, a misty kind of sadness replace the natural glint in your eye. He cringed as he thought back, but heâd purposely ignored it to save himself the trouble.
âI see you when I wake up and just before bed,â youâd pouted, eyes glued to your suddenly fidgety hands. âI cant help that right now, pet. You know I canât,â heâd tried to reason with you, and looking back, Harry thought maybe he was trying to convince himself. âJust a morning or an afternoon at home would be nice. Not even a full day,â youâd told him, voice cracking as you looked back up at him.
âI canât have this conversation right now,â heâd muttered, kicking at the door until it swung closed in front of you.
And there he was now, heart struck with guilt at the thought of how badly he had neglected you.
â
As he heard your keys jingle outside the door, Harry finished rearranging his purchases across the bed. He gave one final look to the flowers on your windowsill, the beautiful blush pink roses he knew you loved. It was perfect, he just hoped it would be enough.
âHi darling,â he smiled sheepishly as he walked down the stairs.
âHi, H,â you replied, brows knitted as you stared at him. âWhat are you doing?â
âCome,â Harry murmured, reaching out a hand for you to take. You dropped your bag by door and took it, fingers tangling with his as he lead you back to the bedroom.
He stopped outside the bedroom door, pulling you into his arms. âMâsorry,â he whispered into your hair. âDidnât think about what itâs like for you. I need time with you just as much as you need it wâme.â
âNo, Iâm sorry,â you told him, cuddling into his chest. âNothing to be sorry for, pet.â
âShouldnât have pushed you like that,â you murmured, eyes closed as you breathed in his musky aftershave.
âGave me the push I needed. Mânot good at taking time off.â
âDonât have to tell me that,â you laughed, stepping away from him as he turned to open the bedroom door.
âGot you your perfect day,â he smiled, stepping out of the way so you could see his creation.
All your favourite snacks were laid out on the bed, your matching pyjamas folded on the corner. The most beautiful flowers youâd ever seen in your favourite vase on the windowsill, candles lit on your nightstand and a cheesy rom com loaded on the tv.
âYou did all of this?â you cooed, a grin spreading across your face as your gaze turned to Harry. He nodded, pulling his t-shirt off.
âNuh uh,â you swatted his hand away as he reached to pick up the pyjama top. âOnly my perfect day if youâre topless,â you smirked, quickly peeling your clothes off to throw the pyjamas on.
You climbed into bed next to Harry, pulling the duvet up to your chin before wrapping your body around his, your head at home on his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, arms wrapped right around you.
âMade a few calls. Gonna start only doing three days at a time in the studio, then three days off,â he whispered, grinning when you immediately whipped round to look at him. âDonât have to do that for me baby,â you gasped, brows furrowed.
âItâs the right call. Just gonna be longer days but worth it all if it means more time with you,â Harry winked, his hand caressing the curve of your waist.
You shifted upwards, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. âThank you,â you smiled. âAnd congratulations.â
Harry returned your kiss, his lips lingering just a second longer than yours had. His touch and his kisses felt like home to you, his smile your lifeblood. âTo me? For what?â
âTo us. For our first fight,â you giggled, holding out a hand to high-five Harry. He grabbed a hold of your hand, using it to pull you even closer to him, until your faces were only centimetres apart.
âHereâs to our first and last fight,â he whispered, eyes locked on yours. His teeth latched onto your bottom lip as he went in for another kiss, the rocky waves in your stomach turning to butterflies as his tongue moved around yours.
You pulled away after a minute, settling back into his arms with a smile so bright it could have lit up the room.
âCanât believe we started the day with you thinking your album is more important than me,â you mumbled, a mischievous sparkle in your eye as you tangled your fingers between Harryâs.
âMillions of adoring fans whoâd do anything for me versus one woman? I know who Iâm picking,â he teased, laughing as you smacked his thigh with your free hand.
âMaybe they were right,â you whispered, peering up at him.
for when you find out that it'll always be them. Ë àŒâĄ âïœĄË
social media au // max verstappen x fem!reader
warnings - language
author's note - max's version!!!!!! i hope u like it <3 charles' version coming soon!!!!!! thank u sm for reading, i love you <3
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Plant!Dad Bucky and he's beefy!)
Word Count: 1,740
Summary: You and Bucky run into each other (literally) while plant shopping.
Author's Note: So a few days ago a friend shared the amazing art done by @nalonzooo and I immediately fell in love with her plant!dad bucky! Please go check out her page, it will just make you so happy! Her art was the inspo for this story and will be for the rest of this Universe- which I already plan to do more of! Thank you all so much for reading and thank you @nalonzooo for sharing your beautiful work! And thank you to my lovely friends @witchywithwhiskey @vonalyn and @biteofcherry for your support and help! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžDivider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!đ„°
Warnings: Fluffy sweet fluff, plants and Alpine!
You hand the money to the cashier with a smile and gently cradle your new plant to your body before walking off toward the car. Youâre not paying attention to where youâre going because youâre looking down and cooing over your new friend, a spider plant, whom youâve aptly named Spidey.
Suddenly the sun goes out of view and a shadow falls over you just before you walk straight into what feels like a wall.
âOof, shit,â you mutter, juggling your spider plant and thankfully managing to hold on to it. âIâm sorry!â you quickly add, now looking up.
You can barely see the person behind all the green leaves and fronds but you do hear a deep voice say, âno doll, Iâm sorry! I can barely see where Iâm going and should probably have gotten a cart. Are you ok?â
Your giggle escapes without warning but you assure him youâre fine.
âUm, do you want some help? I only have one plant so I can take one or two off your hands.â
He stands there for a moment, clearly contemplating youâre offer. âYou know what, that would be great!â he says finally. âCan you grab the two smaller ones here.â
His body shifts so you can take two plants that are resting precariously on his forearm.
âSure!â
You reach over and carefully take them from him, revealing something you were not at all expecting.Â
Thereâs a fluffy white cat curled up in the crook of his arm, itâs blue eyes peering at you with curiosity.
âOh how cute!â you squeal.
Plant guy chuckles. âThatâs Alpine. Heâs very friendly so you can say hi if you want.â
Your hand immediately shoots out to rub Alpine gently on the head and then scratch behind his ears.
âHeâs so sweet and handsome,â you gush.
After several moments spent doting on Alpine you realize poor plant guy is still standing there holding way too many plants.
âOh shit,â you mumble. âIâm sorry! Youâre totally standing here waiting to go to your car and carrying a whole forest and here I am just petting your cat like itâs nothing.â
âItâs really ok doll,â he says. âI appreciate the help and Alpine loves the attention.â
You try to peek around the large leaves to get a look at this guyâs face but you canât really make out more than a black hat and the outline of a dark shadow of hair lining his sculpted jaw.
But when he says, âmy car is just over here,â and he starts walking to the parking lot you get a better glimpse of the rest of him and canât help the way your breath hitches.
âDamnâŠâ you whisper to yourself.
Heâs tall, with long thick legs and broad shoulders and an ass you already want to grab hold of.
âWell,â he starts. âMy keys are in my back pocket and uhâŠâ
You put the plants youâre holding down onto the pavement and hold out your hands. âHere give me a couple more this way you can free up a hand.â
âGood idea,â he says with a chuckle. âI was about to ask you to reach into my pocket but that wouldnât be appropriate before at least a date right?â Â
You bite your lip to stifle your laugh, thinking that you wouldnât have minded at all.
As you take three more plants from him you get a clear view of his face and you canât help but stare.
Sparkling blue eyes meet yours, framed by long, dark lashes and as your gaze sweeps over the rest of his face you realize heâs literally gorgeous.
âHi,â you say far too breathily. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âHey doll,â he answers with a megawatt smile but seemingly oblivious to your obvious appreciation as he opens the trunk and starts to place the plants down.
As heâs lightening the load of foliage Alpine starts to crawl up his arm until heâs settled comfortably on his shoulder.
Once his hands are free he extends one to you. âIâm James, but you can call me Bucky.â
âBucky,â you repeat, then give him your name. âHow did you get that from James?â
He huffs out a laugh. âJames Buchanan Barnes is my full name and my family shortened the middle and stuck with it.â
âThat makes sense then,â you say lightly.
âThanks again for the help. Iâd probably still be wandering around the parking lot looking for my car if it werenât for you,â he admits, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
âGlad I could help,â you say, meaning it. âYou must have a lot of space for all these.â
You sweep your arm out, motioning to his trunk full of plants.
âYeah, wellâŠI mean sorta. Itâs kinda gettinâ like a Tetris game, but Iâll make it work.â
He looks down at your feet, just now noticing your plant.
âI see you got a spider plant,â he says. âNew plant parent?â
You nod before starting to bend down and pick it up. He stops you with a soft hand to your shoulder. âIâll get it and let me walk you to your car at least.â
He grabs the plant and you see Alpine cling tighter to his shirt and shoulder. A few strands of hair fall loose from his hat and around his ear and when he stands again Alpine starts batting at them.
You cover your mouth, hoping your giggle wonât be heard but Bucky narrows his eyes playfully before explaining, âthis cat is a menace.â
âDoes he behave around all your plants?â you ask. âI bet theyâre fun to bat around.â
You start to walk toward your car which is on the other side of the parking lot, chatting as you go.
âActually, he does. I rescued him when he was just a kitten and started collecting plants around the same time so heâs used to them and knows heâs not allowed to mess around.â
You reach up and give Alpine a soft pat, cooing at him before you continue.
âI really hope I donât kill this one,â you sigh, now glancing over at Spidey. âI love plants but they donât love me.â
âThat was me too,â he tells you. âIt actually took me two spider plants before I got the hang of it. I still feel bad about the first two.â
âThis is my third,â you say quietly, making a face. âThird plant. Not spider plant specifically. But to be fair the first two were definitely not starter plants. I donât know what I was thinkingâŠwell, I do. They were really pretty, with these beautiful flowers- I love flowers- and I wanted them soâŠâ
âI get it doll,â he says, âwe all like pretty things.â
He looks at you, holding your stare and when you smile knowingly you see the pink creep along his cheeks again.
âSo how many plants do you have?â you ask with a smirk.
âUmm,â he says, rubbing the back of his neck. âLetâs seeâŠI mean thereâs the kitchen and thatâs probably one, two, three, fourâŠand then the living roomâŠone, two, three, four, fiveâŠâ he continues on, talking mostly to himself as he counts and lifts his left hand to finish.
You notice heâs wearing a leather glove and when heâs done getting his final count he looks from you to where your eyes are focused.
âSo if Iâm counting right thatâs over twenty-five plants,â he says sheepishly. âAnd uhâŠold war injury.â He twinkles the fingers on his left hand at you with a lopsided smirk.
âA plant connoisseur and a war hero,â you say, hoping your tone comes off as genuine as you mean it. âAnd you have the best cat!â
He brightens at your words and tugs Alpine from his shoulder, cradling him in the crook of his arm. His tight Henley does nothing to hide the bulge of his bicep and the best you can do is try to focus on how cute the cat is so you donât blurt out any of the lascivious thoughts racing through your mind.
âHe is the best cat!â Bucky boasts.
Bucky leans closer to you, as if heâs telling you a deep, dark secret, his voice low. âI have this plant on my balcony that attracts a lot of butterflies and heâs so good that he wonât even try to swat at them. He just sits on my chair and watches them all afternoon! But never goes after one.â
âBest. Cat. Ever.â You proclaim, scratching under Alpineâs chin. âAnd I bet they are beautiful to watch.â
âIf you love flowers youâd love the plants on my balcony!â he says excitedly. âItâs like a rainbow. And I have this indoor desert rose plant thatâs just incredible and my gardeniaâs not only look amazing but they smell amazing too.â
Your smile only grows as he continues chattering on about all his flowering plants but he must realize heâs been rambling because he suddenly trails off and his eyes get wide.
âOh man,â he stammers. âShit, doll. Iâm sorry. That was a lot.â He shifts his weight from foot to foot.
âI donât mind at all,â you tell him honestly. âI think itâs wonderful. Actually, Iâm hoping you can give me some tips to keep Spidey alive.â
You pat the plant pot and then delicately rub one of the long, thin leaves.
âSpidey,â he says with a big smile. âI love that. And I name mine too.â
âPhew,â you say. âThought I was going to be the weird one on that.â
âTell you what,â he says. âIâd love to help you keep Spidey alive but only if you agree to meet me for coffee this weekend.â
You tap your finger to your chin, pretending to think it over. âWhat do you think Alpine?â
The cat blinks at you then meows loudly.
âHe said you should,â Bucky interjects. âThat was definitely a yes.â
âIn that case, definitely a yes,â you say.
âThatâs great doll!â Bucky replies with a grin. âHow about Saturday?â
âSounds perfect.â
After you exchange numbers and agree on a coffee shop between your two apartments you say goodbye.
âThanks again for your help and Iâm really looking forward to our coffee date,â he says, then clamps his mouth shut.
He stares at you with wide eyes again. âI uhâŠI didnât mean dateâŠwhat I meant wasâŠâ
âItâs ok,â you say softly, stepping closer and kissing his cheek. âIâm looking forward to our date too.â
Hey honey ! Itâs đ !! I have a request for you đđ„° I love tough men that are assholes but turn soft for this one sweet girl ! And I was thinking Mafia Bucky and his rivalâs daughter . He starts hooking up with her with every intention of her father finding out and being furious . But sheâs none the wiser . Sheâs sweet and gentle with him even when heâs rough and rude . He always leaves the minute theyâre done ,leaving her all alone and naked in her bed but sheâs never bitter about it. After one particular night though , where they had sex in his place , she fell asleep , too worn out from Bucky being particularly rough . He took a moment to see her as something more than his nemesis daughter and he had to admit she was ethereal. Always sweet and kind . So much different than him and Bucky realized he might be falling for her . Especially with the way she was clinging to him in her sleep and how she never treated him like he was the bad guy . When he woke up she wasnât there but everything changed after that night . The sex was gentler and so were his touches and kisses . He wasnât just hooking up with her . He was making love to her without a word about this new change in their situationship . Until one night he had her in his arms , unafraid to cradle her cheek and kiss her forehead , telling her how he is in love with her and asking her to forgive him for the way he treated her
18+
Okay Iâm dropping a bunch of WIPS for this. Bruh the request alone gave me butterflies I love this trope so much. Goddamnn.Â
This starts with very fuck boy asshole type Bucky. I made him a dick in this, deal with it, donât cry about it, he redeems himself. See how the request says men that are assholes. I live for it. Bucky. Is. An. Ass. Hole. And a sweet baby by the end.Â
Also I donât trust google translate but thatâs what we have to work with, I am so sorry.Â
âYouâre making this harder than it has to be Starkâ Bucky sipped his drink, leaning back in his chair while Tonyâs jaw clenched, wishing he could just put a bullet in between his rivals eyebrows. Bucky swirled the whisky in his glass, the ice clinking against each other while Tony rejected his proposal again, tensions growing higher with each passing minute.Â
âYouâre not getting control over the Southâ He gritted through his teeth, ready to end the meeting one way or another until the door clicked open. You poked your head into his office, quickly padding over to his side, ignoring the broody men that surrounded the office.Â
âDad, Iâm going out with Wanda, weâll be back late, is that okay?â You never left the house without telling him where you were going first, it was a rule he made for you when you were younger but you stuck to it even years later. You knew he always worried about you.Â
Tony frowned at your presence, not because he didnât want you there but because he could see the other men stare at you, their eyes raking up and down your body like fresh meat. The dark material of your dress hugged your body perfectly and the thigh high slit wasnât helping.Â
âBe safeâ He pecked your forehead before sending one of his men with you, âBarton, drive her thereâ He shot the men in his office a death glare; he was patient over many things but you were not something they could fuck with. Ever. Bucky cocked an eyebrow noticing Tonyâs shift in demeanor, he was protective over his little princess. He smiled to himself with this new information, why fight for the south side when he could he could ruin something more precious.Â
âThis meeting is overâ Tony stated, nodding to his men to escort Bucky and the others out. He narrowed his eyes at the way Bucky shrugged, casually downing his drink without making a counter argument, leaving a bit to easily for his liking.Â
Bucky climbed into his SUV with Steve by his side, his mind going back to you. Tonyâs sweet baby. His protected princess. Steve also frowned at the way his friend accepted defeat, but he didnât ask questions, noticing the way Bucky bit his lip, the wheels in his head clearly turning. The fucker had something in mind.
âYouâre thinking something, I can tellâ Steve gave Bucky a pointed look while Bucky shrugged innocently, earning an eye roll from his best friend.Â
âI need a drinkâÂ
The Club
Bucky sat at the private booth of the club, his mind calculating how he could over throw Stark without having to get his hands too dirty. He already had one idea in mind but that was more to satisfy himself. It wouldnât get him his territory but it would get him something...better...He sipped his drink, sitting up slightly, seeing a familiar figure across the club, his lips curling into a smirk.Â
âIsnât that herâ Buckyâs eyes landed on you, watching your hips sway on the dance floor, laughing with your friends, completely in your own world. It couldn't have been more perfect, you were right there, practically served to him on a silver platter for him to take.Â
âWhoâ Steve turned around to see who Bucky was looking at, his eyes growing wide when he realized who his friend was eyeing. âStarks daughter?â
Bucky nodded, setting his glass down, making his way over to you before Steve or Sam could say anything else.Â
âWhy is he not on a leashâ
âI knew I should have gotten him neuteredâÂ
The blonde shook his head, running a hand over his face while Sam snorted, both men watching him make his way over to you. You were now seated at the bar, sipping on some water to cool down while your friends stayed on the dancefloor.Â
âHey dollâ Bucky sat on the stool beside you, both of you tucked away in the quieter corner of the bar area. He could tell by the way you smiled shyly, youâd be easy, a few flirty words and heâd get what he wanted.Â
âHiâ You blushed at the handsome mob boss, his blue eyes sparkling as he smirked at you. He bought you a drink, luring you into him like a siren. You found yourself getting lost in his charm, listening to his velvety smooth voice. Truthfully it was nice to talk to someone for once. Most guys avoided you, knowing you were the daughter of Tony Stark.Â
It was easy for him. His eyes flicked to the way you looked at his lips, inching closer towards him, your sweet innocent face gazing at him. He didnât have to do much are you were already preening like a kitten. He had you exactly where he wanted. The air shifted when his hand grazed you thigh, the cold metal of his rings making you shiver. You didnât pull back, letting his hand climb higher, leaning into his touch, your heart racing, craving more of him.Â
âTell me if you want me to stopâ His voice was low, his lips brushing by your ear. Your breath hitched when his hand tilted your chin up to meet his eyes again, nearly whimpering when his hand squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh.Â
âSo needyâ He smirked while you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak, letting him take you by the hand to the private bathroom of the club. As soon as he locked the door, his previous charm dropped. His eyes darkened, his hands immediately all over you, pushing you against the marble counter of the sink. His lips smashed onto yours, tongue and teeth, not giving you a chance to breathe.
He sucked dark bruises on your neck, trailing the across your collar bone, pulling the front of your dress down to free your breasts. He lifted you onto the counter with ease, latching onto your nipple, tugging it between his teeth, smirking at the way you cried out.Â
He parted your legs, ripping your panties off and stuffing them in his pocket. Your pussy dripped, clenching around nothing at the sound of his belt buckle and pants unzipping, moaning when he pulled your thighs to wrap around him, his cockhead prodding your entrance. He didn't bother prepping you, his mind focused on stuffing his cock into you and fucking you senseless.Â
âShh, better keep quiet unless you want others to hear how Iâm about to fuck youâ He growled against your skin, shoving his cock into you with one stroke. He gave you no time to adjust, snapping his hips against you, his hands gripping your ass while your hands flew to clutch around him, sinking your teeth into his shoulder to keep your screams down. He slammed against your g-spot, your arousal squirting out of you with each thrust, the coil in your belly building higher and higher as he fucked you harder.Â
âI-Iâm gonna-â You couldnât formulate a sentence, clawing at his blazer, his cock filling and stretching you, ruining you for anyone else. âPlease-
âDonât-donât talk, just take itâ His voice was low, teeth gritted as he focused on ruining your pussy. You felt flustered, your body on fire each time he touched you. You felt yourself melt into him, letting him toy with your body. His fingers gripped onto your ass, slamming you into him to meet his strokes. He wanted to fill you up till you were so full of cum, itâd drip and stain onto your bed sheets. All of his fucking cum painted on your pussy while you went to sleep, pretending to be an innocent little princess like you didnât just take your dadâs rivals cock in the bathroom of the club.Â
Your eyes rolled back feeling his cock stroke your g-spot, the roughness of his hands on your body making you climb higher, you clung onto him, your body pulled taut, a sob escaping your lips before muffling your cries by biting down onto his neck as you came. Bucky smirked to himself, pounding you harder, chasing his release. He didnât even have to touch you and you were coming undone for him, wrapped tightly around his body, your pussy sucking him back in.Â
He could feel pleasure crawl down his spine, his cock growing harder, something about getting to fuck his enemies daughter made him more feral than ever, his cock bursting with cum, endless thick streams shooting out of his sensitive tip.
âFuckâ he hissed, pumping his load into you, groaning as he pulled out, his cum dribbling out of you, spilling onto the sides of your thighs. You looked dazed, lipstick smeared, panting, your body limp against him. He tucked his cock back in, not looking back twice, leaving you a panting mess as he exited the bathroom. You stood on shaky legs, trying to steady yourself before grabbing a damp tissue to clean yourself up.
You splashed some water onto your face, your mind reeling over the way his touches made you feel, touching up your makeup before going back down to find your friends, his handsome face flashing in your mind throughout the night.Â
***
âCan you explain what it is youâre doing hereâ Steve watched his friend carefully, his hair disheveled, shirt untucked, a lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt when he joined them again, a satisfied smirk on his face.Â
âSheâs probably a spoiled brat anywayâ Bucky shrugged, unbothered about the type of person you were or how you felt about any of this. He wanted to see Tonyâs face if he knew he had fucked his daughter, balls deep till she was walking around with sticky thighs, her soaked little cunt dripping all over her bed with his cum. He smirked to himself over the way you moaned for him, biting him to keep yourself quiet, the way your body responded to him, so needy and desperate. You were the opposite of your father; easy and none the wiser. If he couldnât get what he wanted from Tony, heâd take the next best thing. Itâs not like he wanted you. He just had to use you.Â
The club wasnât enough. Now he had you in his hands, he wasnât going to let you go until he you were ruined. He used the meetings that took place in your house to his advantage, quietly sneaking off down the hall way to find you. Your heart jumped seeing him leaning against wall as you made your way to your room after eating breakfast.Â
âHavenât stopped thinking about me, have youâ He smirked, cornering you against the wall, his chest pressed against yours. His hands came up to grasp your face, eyes locked with yours âYou gonna let me cum in you?âÂ
You let out a shuddered breath, and that was all he needed, dragging you over to your room and tossing you onto your bed.Â
âTake your clothes offâ His cold blue eyes bore into you as you timidly unbuttoned your blouse, your hands shaking, already feeling exposed at the way he watched you. He wasnât going to wait for you, striding over to the bed, his hands firmly gripping the material of your silky blouse, ripping it open, sending buttons flying onto the floor. His hands grabbed at the hem of your skirt, pulling it down before quickly tossed your bra and panties aside.Â
Your face heated up at the way he slowly crawled on top of you, the scent of his cologne throwing you back to the way he fucked you at the club, pulling pleasure from your body so easily.Â
âPleaseâ Your soft eyes pleaded with his and his ego shot through the roof, getting to fuck you right on your bed. He nudged your thighs apart while marking you with his mouth.Â
âAlways ready for my cockâ He hummed, smearing your slick around, shoving two thick fingers into you, curling and scissoring them till you were withering and nearly screaming, your arousal leaving your sheets wet.Â
âJames pleaseâ You looked at him with glassy eyes while he sat back, unbuttoning his pants, freeing his cock just enough so he could fuck you. He rubbed his cock onto your clit before shoving it into you, pounding you relentlessly as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you.Â
Your body moved to wrap around him, your legs tight around his waist and arms clinging onto his shoulders. All you could do was moan and chant his name, his cock was practically in your throat, thrusting into you till your bed scrapped against the floor. His chest swelled with pride as soon as he felt your walls start to convulse and flutter, you were so responsive to him.Â
âCum, fucking cum on my cockâ His hand snaked up to wrap around your throat, your pussy immediately clenching and throbbing around him, silent screams leaving through your slack jaw. His grunts grew louder, thrusting harder into you until he couldnât hold back, determined to make a bigger mess than before.Â
âTake it, fucking-take it, take my cumâ He grunted, groaning as his hips stilled, staying as deep as he possibly could while he poured his load into you. His cum spilled out of you, soaking the sheets, your greedy sopping hole, still fluttering even after he pulled out.Â
Perfect.Â
You were still hazy, blinking when you felt his body weight off the bed, sitting up slightly to see him already making his way towards your door.Â
âOh-bye!â
Bucky clicked the door shut before you could even finish, leaving you bare and alone in your bed. You fell back against the sheets, your body worn and exhausted. You didnât mind the soreness that you felt all over, sleep washing over you as you thought about his honeyed voice, those blue eyes, rough exterior. There was more to him even if he didnât show it.Â
It went on for weeks. You were his perfect little cum dump, taking load after load, whenever he wanted. Your room. The kitchen. On the floor. He almost found it pathetic, how easily you let him back into your warmth when he never looked back at your twice after. It didnât matter though. He got what he wanted.Â
Gala nightÂ
You sighed, sitting by yourself while everyone else mingled with their respective groups, youâd never been a fan of parties but you didnât have much of a choice. You had to make an appearance at the gathering hosted by one of your families allies though you didnât understand why. No one had even noticed you.Â
Well not exactly no one.Â
Buckyâs eyes lingered on you as he watched you across the room from his table. You hadnât spoken to a soul all night, nervously fidgeting with your fingers, sipping on you glass of wine, the red liquid staining your lips. You wore a dark green dress, your legs on display with the thigh high slit and the sweet heart neckline showing off your perfect cleavage.Â
âY/nâ A son of your fathers friend wandered over, his hungry eyes flicking from your lips to your chest and up and down your legs. He noticed that you were alone, deciding to use the chance to get what he had been craving. He pulled up a seat beside you, sitting close enough so his legs brushed against yours.Â
 âJohnâ You smiled softly, internally wishing you had just stayed home. He had asked you out a number of times before and you always politely turned him down. Bucky narrowed his eyes at the blond who kept inching closer and closer to you, his hands trying to linger on your skin, lips whispering in your ear.Â
âYou look beautiful. Did anyone accompany you?â He knew the answer but that didnât matter. You shook your head and he grinned âYou know you could have asked me sweets, I would have been happy toâ He moved his hands to rest on your knee, slowly moving up to your thigh.Â
Your body jerked back, pulling away as if his touch burned your skin. His touch didnât feel like Buckyâs. His eyes grew cold, it irritated him that you were so sweet and pathetically innocent yet unfazed by his attempts to seduce you; youâd never given into him.
âI-I appreciate that but I wanted to come aloneâ You didnât want to upset him though you were very close to dumping a glass of wine on his head. Buckyâs jaw clenched at the way your body froze, discomfort evident on your face as he continued to try and paw at you.Â
Bucky didnât like you.
Or care for you.
But you were still his to ruin and he wasnât going to let someone stop that.Â
Is what he told himself as he shot out of his seat making his way to your table while Steve and Sam gave each other amused glances. Your eyes lit up as you saw Bucky taking long strides towards you, pulling you out of your seat and wrapping his arm around your waist without looking at you once. His eyes were trained on the blond that wordlessly glared back at him, not willing to argue with the mob moss as he walked away with you.Â
âI want to leaveâ You whispered up at him, craving to be touched by him, and forget the feeling of Walkers hands on you.Â
âLetâs get out of hereâ He tugged your wrist, dragging you into his SUV, tossing you in the back. You waited for him to get in, snuggling into his side when he slid in beside you, gasping when he gripped your cheeks, smashing his lips onto yours. There was nothing but tongue and teeth as he claimed you, biting and nipping at your lips, his hands grasping your waist to pull you closer.Â
âHomeâ He nodded to his driver before practically pulling you onto his lap, closing the divider as he sucked on your pulse point. He never brought women over to his place, given his line of work, he didnât take the risk. But right now, his needs over threw that logic as he told the driver to take him home, ready to take you apart on his bed.
He hardly let you breathe the entire car ride, his tongue laced with yours, fingers tugging your hair, while your hands came down to grasp at his shirt. He broke away when the car stopped in front on the driveway, his hunger to have you wrapped around him growing stronger.Â
âCome hereâ He pulled you out of the car, carrying you in with your legs wrapped around his waist. He took you straight to his room, kicking the door closed, holding you up with one arm before locking it and setting you down. He threw his suit jacket off before turning you around and unzipping your dress, letting it fall and pool around you feet, leaving you in your underwear.Â
He groaned at the dark sheer lace that hugged your body, cupping your perfect breasts, your sweet pussy hardly covered by the tiny material of your panties.Â
âOn your kneesâ He commanded, unbuttoning his pants, pulling his cock out, rubbing the tip onto your lips, making them glossy. You licked off his precum, moaning up at him while he gripped your hair back, the other hand holding onto your jaw. âOpenâÂ
He shoved his cock down your throat, guiding your face up and down his length, throbbing as you gagged and choked on him. His thumbs swiped over the tears that spilled down your cheeks, moaning at how wrecked you looked.Â
âSo fucking perfect, sucking my cock like a the little slut you areâ He groaned, âotsosi mne, printsessaâ
Every whine and moan that you made went straight to his cock, twitching, dribbling arousal down your throat. He pulled you off, not willing to just cum in your mouth, not when his balls felt heavy, his cock desperate to be inside you. He carried you over to the bed, dropping you and ripping your lingerie off before stripping all his clothes off and crawling on top of you.Â
You let out a soft gasp at his complete bare form. He had never taken all his clothes off before, you couldnât help but let your eyes wander from his thick muscular thighs, dripping cock, perfect chest and handsome face, he was beautiful all over.Â
âJames?â You blinked as he paused between your legs, the greedy side of him desperate to taste you, something he had denied himself thus far. Until tonight. You always smelled so sweet. He was going to make sure he touched and claimed every part of your body. âJames, what are you-ohmygod!âÂ
You gasped as he dove into your folds, his mouth unrelenting, sucking and swirling his tongue while he shoved two fingers into you, pumping them in and out, making your moans grow louder. He looked up at your squirming form, your head thrown back, thighs trembling and squeezing around his head.Â
âI-Iâm gonna-fuckfuck-please-P-PLEASEâ
He smirked against your clit, slapping the side of your thigh before sucking with more pressure and shoving a third finger in you, throwing you over the edge. Your juices spilled out of you, soaking his face, your scent and arousal covering his beard.Â
He didnât give you any time to recover from you high, grasping your ankles and flipping you over, shoving your face down and bringing your ass up, his cock rubbing up and down your cunt.Â
âmoya malen'kaya shlyushkaâ He mumbled to himself, spanking your ass making you cry out. âTake it princessâ He spanked you again, rubbing the sting away before grasping the soft flesh, squeezing it in his hands.Â
âBet he would have loved to have you like this, hm?âÂ
âWho?â Your brain couldnât function, focused on his length pressed against you,Â
âYour little boy toy who wanted you attention so badly, ty shlyukhaâ His fingers gripped tightly, humping and rutting his cock against you while you mewled, desperate for him to do something, âYou ever let him put his cock in you?â
âN-noâ You whined, as his hand gripping your ass further, guiding his cock to your fluttering entrance. A satisfied smirk graced his lips as he slammed into you, pulling your hips back to meet his thrusts, groaning at the way you cried out at the stretch. The sounds of his skin slapping on yours echoed through the room, nearly drowning out your muffled cries.Â
âYeah, you know why baby? Cause your my little slut, my fucking cum dumpâ He wanted to ruin you so fucking badly, your pussy would never be the same, his hand snaking down to tug your hair for leverage to fuck you harder. âThatâs all your fucking good for, to take my loads, give me something warm, tight and wet to cum inâ
âF-uck! JAMESâ He fucked you at an animalistic pace, moving to grip onto the headboard, his brows furrowed, keeping your face buried against the mattress.Â
âSuch a well fucked hole, look-look at how youâre greedy cunt is swallowing my cockâÂ
âP-PLEASE JAMES!â You had tears in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure, the overstimulation consuming your body. You could hardly focus on anything, your hands blindly searching for something to hold on to. You could tell if you wanted more or less, your belly tightening again, ready to cum for a second time.Â
âShut up and take itâ He growled, his hips snapping wildly, the headboard cracking under his grip. Your tears spurred him on, his cock growing harder, ruined on his bed, crying out for him. He moved one hand to shove his fingers into your mouth, moaning when he felt your pussy clench, shoving them deeper.
Your body always responded to him perfectly, he couldnât hold on any longer, his balls heavy and tight, ready to fill you with his cum.Â
âReady for my cum, princess? Open that little pussy up for me, mâgonna fill you so much, itâll squirt out of you, make my cock creamy princess, dirty messy slutâ You could feel every vein and ridge of his cock against your sensitive walls, your arousal making his balls wet eat time they slapped your clit. âSay it, say you want my fucking cumâ
âI want your cum!â You slurred out, waiting for his warmth to flood you.Â
âWho, whose cum do you fucking wantâ His head was thrown back, cock starting to twitch, the tip swollen and sensitive.Â
âYours daddyâÂ
That did it, you were too fucked out to even register what you had just called him but Bucky hear it loud and clear. It unleashed something in him, giving you 3 harsh sloppy thrusts before he couldnât hold off any longer.Â
âShit-FUCK-hng fuuuckkkkâ His movements stilled, his cock throbbing, spilling his cum into you. He gave you a few more sloppy thrusts, emptying himself before pulling out and pushing his sensitive cock into you again, rolling you over so he could see your fucked out face. He had to stop himself from lapping up your soaked pussy with his mixed arousal, his cock ready to fuck his cum back into you as it dripped out.Â
âIâm not done with youâ
****
Your body was limp on the bed, panting, soreness and bruises littering your skin. He had thrown you around in every position, pulling pleasure from your body as if it satiated his hunger. He pumped you full of his loads, not leaving one part of you untouched, his hands, tongue and cock caressing your body.Â
After the last round, he had gotten up to splash some water on his face, his body covered in sweat, his spent cock soaked in your mixed arousal. He wasnât a stranger to rough sex but even he felt worn out, having thrown you around like a ragdoll to his content, cumming in you until he couldn't anymore.Â
As he walked back, Bucky blinked, seeing your curled up form on his bed, snuggled in his sheets.Â
That wasnât part of his plan.
He didnât intend on letting you fall asleep.Â
He couldnât help but slip under the covers, too exhausted to think about if this was appropriate or not, waves of sleep crashing over him. He swallowed thickly when you shifted in your sleep, snuggling into his side, seeking his warmth, your arm hugging his waist, head resting on his chest. He tried to shuffle over but you clung onto him in your sleep, tucking yourself against him as much as you could, letting out a small whine whenever he moved.Â
Your body felt to soft and warm on him. He had never taken the time to really look at you, but as you laid on his chest, his eyes flicked across your face, taking in your features.Â
Your lashes fluttering against your cheeks. The pout of your lips. The soft curve of your jaw. There was no doubt you were beautiful but there was also something ethereal. Angelic.Â
Almost...precious.
It almost felt wrong for him to touch something so sweet and delicate.Â
He could smell the soft scent of your shampoo.Â
His eyes drifted to the bruises that covered your body.Â
The ones he marked you with.Â
The ones he never paid attention to before.Â
The ones he should have kissed and massaged- no. No...No?
You were nothing more than a means to an end...but he couldn't stop himself from stroking your skin, while holding you close. His hand trailed down softly to trace down your spine, making you shiver, nuzzling against him further. He couldnât understand how even in your sleep, you were sweet. Trusting. You wanted to be wrapped in his warmth. He thought about the way you looked up at him when he tugged you from the party. The way you stayed on his lap the entire care ride home.Â
He thought about how he left without looking back each time but you were always so warm whenever he came back. Soft. His body moved on its own, pulling the sheets up to cover you, pressing a delicate kiss onto your head.Â
What was going on with him.Â
The next morning
He blinked awake, frowning at the coldness of the bed. You had left at some point during the night, so quietly he didnât even notice. He felt....disappointed. He wasnât even sure why. He missed the way you fit in his arms. The way you slept so soundly while cuddled up with him.Â
Something changed after that night. He sought your warmth, not just your body. He wanted to feel you wrapped around him, your arms clinging to be closer, your adorable little disgruntled sounds whenever he shifted while you slept on his chest. The way your voice soothed him. It wasnât hooking up or just fucking anymore. It was softer each time. More sweet words. Lingering touches. Heâd stay longer just to hear your honeyed voice, talking about anything, it didnât matter. He knew this was no longer just him trying to get back at your father.Â
He had fallen for you.Â
He never thought heâd be capable of that type of affection, yet with you he had his first taste of sweetness and he didnât want to let go.
A few weeks later - His roomÂ
âCome hereâ He pulled you close to him, his hands softly caressing your body feeling every bit of you as he laid with you on his bed. He peppered soft kisses onto your face, making up for all the times he should have kissed you before, your skin felt like soft silk on his lips.Â
He pushed himself into you slowly, for the first time, feeling all of you wrapping him in your warmth. Heâd been inside you so many times before but now he actually felt you. Your sweet body under his, trusting him to take care of you.Â
He couldnât hurt you, you were so precious.Â
His hands gently held onto you, rocking his hips slowly, savoring every second.Â
You knew something was different. He knew something was different.Â
âJames, donât stop, p-pleaaseâ
âI wonât stop baby, I wonâtâ
âDonât let goâ
âIâll never let go malyshka, prekrasnaya printsessaâÂ
He was making the softest sweetest love to you and you clung onto his body never wanting it to end. He held you gently as you came undone for him, slowly thrusting into you as he reached his high. His touch was so delicate, you would have almost missed it.Â
He didnât say a word about what had just happened.Â
He thought he could ignore it, go back to how things were but when he was still throbbing in you, unable to stop how much he was cumming for you, it was impossible. His body weight fell on you, still grinding and rutting his cock, moaning into your neck. He nearly sounded like he was in pain, overstimulating himself with your sweetness.Â
âJames?â You cupped his face, making him look at you, your thumb caressing his scruffy cheek. âIs everything okay?âÂ
âYou feel good babyâ he whispered, resting his forehead onto yours. âYou feel go so goodâÂ
âJames whatâs wrongâ Your voice was more firm this time, cocking your head, waiting for him to tell you what was on his mind. His eyes were glassy, pushing some of your hair back, his thumb stroking your forehead.Â
âYouâre an angelâ He gazed down at you, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, how did he ever think about using you.Â
âBaby, whereâs this coming from?âÂ
He stroked your hair, his heart sinking at your confused expression. He didnât even know where to start.  âI- he huffed in frustration, how could he look you in the eye and tell you what his intentions were. âI-I donât deserve youâ He shook his head, biting his lip, unable to meet your eyes. He rolled you both over so you rested on his chest, your doe eyes waiting for him to continue.Â
âWhy?â The flash of hurt that crossed your face made his heart jump, he never wanted to be the cause of your pain.Â
âBecause angel, youâve always been sweet. Kind. Affectionate. I didnât treat you the way you deserved. I left you on your on every night when I should have held you. Made love to you, not bruised you skinâÂ
His voice had slowly dropped to a whisper, his heart racing. You could see tears well in his eyes, his hands trembling on your skin while he rubbed your back.Â
âYouâre precious angel, I canât believe I ever treated you otherwise. You deserved love from the startâ He let the tears roll down his cheeks, full prepared for you to up and leave, he knew he wasnât worthy of you at all. And yet...he couldnât stop the next words that slipped past his lips.Â
âYA tebya lyublyuâ You blinked up at him while he smiled softly, sniffling, cupping your cheek, brining you closer to him âI love youâ
âYou love me?â You could fee your heart hammer in your chest, as you inched closer, your nose bumping against his, your thumb wiping his tears.
âI do moya sladkaya malyshkaâ He kissed your forehead, then nose, and the softest kiss to your lips. âPlease forgive me babygirl, pleaseâ His eyes were pleading with you, ready to give you the world in your hands if thatâs what you wanted. You nodded, snuggling into his hold while he wrapped you tight, hoping heâd be able to have you just like this for the rest of his life. His sweet girl.Â
âI love you Jamesâ
âSay it again babyâ He whispered, wanting to hear those words from you over and over again.Â
âI love youâ you smiled against his skin, while he kissed your head.Â
âMy sweet dollâ He adored you so much. âSay it againâ
After secret dating and sneaking around for as long as you could
Now given that Bucky is your fathers rival, you can imagine it isnât exactly the easiest thing to bring up. Tony is not immediately on board. At all.Â
Until he sees you both one day when you both think no oneâs looking. Heâs a little taken aback at how soft Bucky is for you. Who knew such a jackass could also be such a gentleman.Â
Your both outside in your garden; you thought your dad had gone out for meetings for the day. Bucky has you on his lap, feeding you berries with kisses in between each bite. He canât take his eyes off you, nose nuzzled against your cheek, cuddling you under the warm sun. He canât stop smiling and looking at you with heart eyes, his hands playing with your hair.Â
Clint snorts, watching Tony narrow his eyes at you both while watching you from his office. He so badly wants to shoot Bucky because again, how dare this cocky jack ass come to his house and woo his babygirl, fuck no.Â
But also...
You looked so happy.Â
âTheyâre cute, huhâ Clint joined Tonyâs side, smirk down at your both.Â
âShut upâ
He wants to go down and tell the mob boss to get his hands off his daughter but you laugh and snuggle into Bucky further.Â
âItâs been months boss, sheâs the only one heâs been with, I hate to say it but it looks like he really loves her. And she loves himâÂ
âWhy do you know thisâ
âYouâre not the only one who keeps tabs on her, sheâs everyone little princessâ Clint rolled his eyes, knowing the way all of Tonyâs men cared for you like their own. Tony grunts, leaving to pour himself a taaaallll glass of whisky.Â
He wasnât Buckyâs number 1 fan but for his little princess, he will allow it. Thereâs no doubt that Bucky loves you almost more than him. If you were a princess at home, Bucky treats you like a queen. Youâd always be protected. Cared for.Â
Bucky comes directly to Tony all on his own, asking for your hand. Yes, its an outdated practice but he respects Tony and wants him to know his intentions are to love you and take care of you. He knows how much it would mean to you for father to say yes.Â
Itâs a long discussion. Lots of differences put aside. Alliances formed.Â
Tony still thinks Bucky is a jackass but he canât help but smile at the happy squeals he hears down the hall when Bucky goes straight to you to ask you to marry him.
A sweet intimate wedding. Not exactly small, but only people you both care for are there. Steve and Sam spend the entire time at the altar with shit eating âI told you soâ grins.Â
(Tonyâs wedding present is the south side)Â
Your first son, Steve Anthony Barnes is spoiled beyond reason by literally everyone. Steve and Sam compete with Tony and Clint and itâs done nothing but get on your nerves because youâd need a second house with how many presents he gets for no reason at all.Â
Your baby girl, Rebecca Samantha Barnes is daddyâs little princess. (Bucky will never, ever in his life admit he now understands how Tony felt over you. He kicks himself every so often and spoils you as much as he can)Â
The twins, Clinton and Natalia can only be left together for so long before they get up to mischief. Which is every minute of the day. Steve confirmed that dealing with illegal shipments was less terrorizing. Everyone agreed.Â
And of course with each day, Bucky is still head over heals in love with you.Â
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So I had this scenario in mind and even though I'm new to this fandom, I haven't found anything similar.
So, reader (gn) is Lucifer's partner and is a fallen angel too, but not as powerful. During the final battle they fight with Adam, and just when he is about to eliminate them, Lucifer arrives and saves them and goes full demon mode.
You're obviously not obligated to write it, and please take your time!! Thank youđ„°
AWKWARD ANON, YOU GENIUS đ Iâm in love with this prompt oh my god. And thank you for being so polite, what a gentleman, what a lady, what a scholar. Enjoyyyy!
Notes: gn!reader, fallen angel!reader, reader has their wings still, reader is sort of a parental figure for Charlie
TW: blood, bruises, fighting, cussing
Lucifer x reader- To the Rescue đ
It had been a long, grueling battle so far and watching Sir Pentious disappear into nothing within just a split second brought tears to everyoneâs eyes. âUgh! Razzle, Dazzle!â Charlie summons her fuzzy companions who magically morph into giant, elegantly fierce dragons.
You stood beside the others as you watched Charlie and Vaggie charge forward towards Adam on Razzle and Dazzle, the entire group cheering them on before continuing the battle against the exorcists. Upon seeing Vaggie and Dazzle fall at the hands of Lute, your eyes then land on Charlie next, a cry of worry leaving your mouth as you watch Adam smack Charlie so hard she goes flying into the lights of the hotel sign. âCharlie!â Using your wings, you race to get to her, dodging other angels as you fly. You had no time to waste- sure Charlie is powerful but Adam is quite the equal match. If anything, you worry that he will conquer her if she fights him alone.
The moment you step foot on the roof of the hotel you take a moment to watch as Charlie stabs Adam with her weapon and swings it around, sending him crashing down as she glares at him. âThatâs princess of hell to you, pig.â Despite the tense and scary situation, a proud smile grows on your face as you watch her. âIâm here. Iâm with you.â Your words grab her attention and she smiles at you before you both raise your weapons up in defense.
âAh! I see another traitor has come to die, huh?â Adam teases you as he gets back to his feet, a shit-eating grin on his face. âLong time, no see, babe. So this is what youâre up to since you fell? Hm, you seem to fit right in with these idiots.â As she suddenly charges forward, Adam quickly flies out of the way of Charlieâs attack and instead grabs a hold of her weapon, swinging her around by it and knocking her down again, this time tossing her weapon far aside where she couldnât reach it. Before you could get between them, Adam hits Charlie hard across the face then raises his angelic weapon above her. Sprinting to Charlieâs side, you manage to stop him in his tracks by putting your weapon up against his, a loud clash of metal sounding between you two. After a few moments of struggling against each other, Adam uses so much force that it brings you to your knees and you watch as your weapon begins to bend and buckle under his. Pushing back against him, you manage to make him stumble back for a moment. Tossing your own weapon aside then grabbing a hold of his weapon with your bare hands and not letting go, you panic as you realize thereâs no where else to go and no way youâre getting out of this alive. You just have to hold on and push back for as long as you can.
âNO! Adam, please. You donât have to do this. You donât have to kill these people. PleaseâŠItâs n-not too late-â
Within seconds, Adam has you knocked to the ground right beside Charlie with a brutal punch to the face. âYou donât know anything! I know itâs been a while since you were in heaven with us but things have changed, hun.â Weak and exhausted from the fight, you stay down beside Charlie, even reaching over to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. âYou really think these disgusting vermin can change? HAH! You are so stupid. Even more stupid than I thought you were before!â Adam crouches down to get a closer look at your bruised face covered in streams of gold blood.
You saw your chance and took it without hesitation, reaching forward to grab Adam by his clothes and slam him down to the ground. âIâm not stupid, you asshole!â The words come as a guttural scream from you as his back hits the hard ground. As fast as you can, you climb on top of him, straddling his waist as you begin landing blow after blow to his face. After only a few hits, his mask falls off and clatters to the ground beside him. âYouâre disgusting! What kind of angel are you?!â And before you can get another punch in, he has you by the throat. His fingers dig in to your skin, his face now matching yours with patches of gold blood staining it. It made you feel somewhat proud to know that you made those marks on him.
You continue swinging on him but to no avail, he just wonât let up on your neck and your chest is starting to burn from the lack of oxygen. Finally, your hands find his, frantic fingers trying to pry his off of you as you gasp for air. â(Y/N)!â Charlie scrambles forward to try and stop Adam with a fierce expression on her face but it only takes him a second to remove one hand from your neck and latch it onto hers with deadly force. With your throat in one hand and Charlieâs throat in the other, Adam squeezes with all his strength, making your vision start to go dark and fuzzy. âA-Adam. P-pleaseâŠâ you squeak out, still trying to get his hand to loosen up. Your wings pop out again, trying to flap and get you away from him but he had such a strong hold on you. You suddenly worry that Charlieâs whines and choking beside you will be the last thing you ever hear.
âThis fight was cute and all, but itâs time to die with the rest of them.â He uses his leverage on your neck to pull your face close to his. âIm glad you fell. You didnât deserve to be up there with someone like me. Youâre just a stupid little-â
Without another word, Adam was flung to the side by a hard punch from a suddenly appearing Lucifer. The blow had you swiftly dropping to your feet before Lucifer catches you, kneeling down as he cradles you and Charlie gently. âIâm so sorry Iâm late, my darlings.â He looks back and forth between you and Charlie with apologetic and loving eyes. âAre my loves okay?â Charlie nods with a sweet smile towards her father while you give him a smirk and a wink. âTook you long enough.â You teasingly reply as Adam finally crawls his way back to the fight.
âHmmph! UghâŠhow man of you freaks do I have to fight?â
âOh Iâm the only one that matters. See, you messed with my daughter and my partner and now, I am going TO FUCK YOU!â You actually face palm as Charlie steps closer to her dad with an embarrassed look on her face. âItâs âfuck you upâ, dadâŠâ âWait, what did I say?â
As Luci and Adam fight and soar around in the red sky above you, Lucifer shape shifting and bullying Adam, you notice Charlie running to help Vaggie who was still fighting with Lute. Just as you began running to assist her, Adam hit the entire hotel with an extremely powerful blast, slicing the whole building into two. You trip backwards, thankfully avoiding the huge canyon that had formed in the middle of the hotel. All you can do is watch with fearful eyes as Charlie goes falling down into the deep pit, Lucifer chasing after her with impeccable speed. In just seconds, he catches her and circles around back to check on you.
âI got you.â âDad, look out!â You flinch as Adam approaches but fortunately, the two demons with you were prepared and countered his attack, Charlie sending Adam crashing down to the hard asphalt. Lucifer then scoops you up and holds you and Charlie up in each of his arms as if you weigh nothing, then he flies all three of you into the air together. You couldnât help but admire both of their passion, their anger and burning hate for Adam radiating off them. Charlie looks so much like her father and Lucifer looks so protective- both of them with glowing red eyes, horns fully protruded from their heads, tails wild and whipping behind them.
âYou come at me and my family?! Donât forget-â In the blink of an eye, Lucifer has cautiously set both of you down before rushing to Adam. âYouâre in my house, bitch!â Within seconds, Lucifer has reduced Adam to a golden bloody pulp as you watch, arms crossed and a vengeful smile on your face. âWhoa, whoa! Dad!â Charlie grabs her fatherâs shoulder and gains his attention. âHeâs had enoughâŠâ
Lucifer complies with his daughterâs pleas and retreats back with you and the rest of the group as Adam crawls forward, whining and bitching about how cool he is and how he started all of mankind and blah blah blah. Luciferâs hand slips into yours and his other finds Charlieâs hand. Just as you think youâve heard enough of Adamâs bullshit ranting, he stops very abruptly and falls to the ground to reveal Nifty to be the one who finally took down Adam. Of course the entire group was shocked but relieved nonetheless.
âOh, damn.â You canât help but pity Lute as she begs Adam to get up and cries over his slowly dying body. âItâs over.â Charlie spits out as she stands beside a beaten up Vaggie. âNow take your little friends AND GO HOME! Please~â Lucifer growls out.
Lucifer watches as the exorcists retreat before he heads over to bring you and Charlie into a crushingly tight group hug. âIâm so glad my babies are okay. I love you both so much.â âI love you too, dad.â Charlie replies as she smiles, her eyes fluttering closed. âI love you, too, Luci.â He pulls away and sweeps your hair out of your face before letting out a soft sigh. âI canât ever thank you enough for protecting my little girl.â All you can offer him is a smile and dreamy eyes. âSheâs like a daughter to me. Sheâs our daughter. I love her just as much as you.â And this time, you initiate the group hug, cherishing the feeling of knowing both of them are safe and in your arms.
And Lucifer couldnât be more happy and proud of his family. Heâs so thankful to have both of you in his life now and he feels truly blessed to have you both safe with him again.