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little-diable · 1 year ago

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Tell me everything – Carlisle Cullen (smut)

This is what I'd do as a historian, ask Carlisle all about his past. So I had to push (y/n) into this scenario. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader asks Carlisle to read her paper on Europe in the 1680s, asking him for his insights as somebody who has lived through these times. It's only a matter of time until their talks about history turn into something completely different.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), quite some fluff

Pairing: Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (2.7k words)

“Doctor Cullen?” Her voice trembled as she knocked on his door. With her heart in her throat, she held her gaze focused on the door, almost forgetting how to breathe as Carlisle opened it.

“(Y/n), how many times have I told you to call me Carlisle?” His soft chuckles rang in her ears as he stepped aside to let her into his office. She had known Carlisle for a while, had been introduced to him months ago after befriending Alice and being invited to come visit the mansion. It hadn’t taken long for everything to fall into place, for (y/n) to see through the lies and stories, and yet she still wasn’t used to accepting that her closest friends were the way they are.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, but there is something I need your help with.” She sat down on the leather couch he had pointed at. With an encouraging smile shot her way, Carlisle urged her on to keep speaking.

“If I remember correctly, Alice told me you were born in the seventeenth century.” She was close to letting go of a laugh, it felt all too unreal to even speak this sentence. “And I was asked to prepare a paper on Europe in the 1680s, I was wondering if you could read it and share your experiences with me?”

As a history student, (y/n) felt like she had to seize this very opportunity, trying to ignore the excitement flushing through her system at the mere thought of listening to his stories. This felt like she was time travelling, being offered a one in a million chance, she simply had to take.

“Of course, (y/n), I would love to help you. Did you already write the paper?” She tried to ignore the heat flushing through her, fuelled by the strength of his gaze. (Y/n) wasn’t blind, she was all too aware of his attractiveness, and the undeniable attraction she felt for him. And yet she had always been too shy, too scared to even try and be close to the man who seemed to have an all too pure heart.

“I did, here, I printed it out earlier.” His golden eyes followed her every move as she reached for her bag to pull out her paper. Sparks shot down her spine the second their fingers brushed together, leaving her torn between the coldness of his skin and the heat of his intrigued gaze.

“The others will be out hunting tomorrow, but if you don’t mind being alone with me, I could read it today and you could come back tomorrow for a chat?” She had to look away for a moment. It was just a handful of seconds, seconds he picked up on all too easily. Carlisle's smile began to grow wider, adding more fuel to the fire burning inside of her, threatening to burn her right in front of his piercing eyes.

“That would be great, thank you, Carlisle.”

……

“Carlisle?” Her voice echoed through the mansion as she slowly took off her shoes. She heard him call for her, guiding (y/n) up the stairs and into the kitchen, where he seemed to be cooking.

“Alice told me you haven’t eaten yet, so I thought I could make you something.” Her heart skipped a beat in her chest, something she was sure he easily picked up on. It took her a while to move closer, touched by the sweet gesture. With a soft “thank you” rolling off her tongue, (y/n) took the plate from Carlisle to let the heavenly aromas surround her.

“Where did you learn to cook like that when you don’t even eat that stuff?” Carlisle’s hearty laughter filled the room. Pride simmered inside of her, taking every laugh rumbling through him as a big win. The food tasted better than everything she had ever eaten before, sure that she’d now ask him to cook for her whenever she was around.

“With endless time on my hands, I find myself picking up hobbies. I’ve always enjoyed cooking for others.” (Y/n) let go of another satisfied sigh before picking up her empty plate to carry it to the sink, shooting Carlisle a warning gaze as he tried to stop her from cleaning it. A comfortable silence filled the room, it wrapped itself around them like the soft morning breeze, tying them closer together with shared moments they wouldn’t tell the others about.

“Come, let’s go to my study.” He reached his hand out for her to take. It was a simple gesture, accompanied by a bright smile that made her feel as if she was dreaming. Her hand trembled while finding his, allowing Carlisle to lead her through the mansion she had been in too many times to count, making it feel like her second home.

“I have to say, I’m very impressed by your paper, (y/n).” Her eyes grew wider as she pondered over his words, staring at the man who sat down on the couch next to her. Carlisle had his eyes focused on the pages, thumbing through them again while (y/n) seized the seconds to study the handsome man, the face she’d see in sleepless nights whenever her mind started to wander.

“Can you tell me a bit more? It’s nothing I will add to the paper, I promise. But,” she struggled to put her thoughts into words, pondering over every syllable she feared could make her appear stupid.

“It’s alright, love, speak to me.” His hand found its way back to hers, leaving (y/n) torn between the touch and the way he had called her. A shaky breath left her, forcing her body to calm down before she could let him in on the thoughts buzzing through her mind.

“It’s just - I struggle to understand you have lived through all these things I study. And it feels surreal to have you so close and I want to ask you about every detail, which is probably stupid and invasive.” She didn’t dare meet his gaze, focusing on his cold hand rather than the eyes that always managed to draw her in. His other hand let go of the pages, only to reach for her chin, tilting it back up for (y/n) to get lost in his golden pupils.

“That’s not stupid, (y/n). I’m honoured you want to hear about my past and my experiences. I am happy to tell you all about it.” A soft smile tugged on her lips, growing even wider as he matched it. For a few seconds, no words were spoken between them, drawn closer by the returning silence with a comfortable touch both longed for. It would be easy for either one to close the distance between them, unable to fight against the pull that made them feel like two magnets made to fit.

“I’m afraid our time together is about to be cut short.” It only took a few more seconds for (y/n) to hear the sounds of the others returning, making her heart drop in disappointment. Slowly, Carlisle let go of (y/n), he rose to his feet only to watch her mimic his movements with an unreadable expression widening on her features. “Here, why don’t you read through the comments I left and if you have any more questions, we can chat about it some more?”

“That would be great, thank you, Carlisle.” She wasn’t sure what was guiding her at that moment, but before (y/n) could stop herself, she had shifted her weight onto her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. And without sharing another word, she disappeared from his office with heat clinging to her like a second layer of skin.

……

“No, that’s also a lie.” Carlisle’s laughter reverberated through her apartment, echoing off the walls of her living room. She had called him a while ago, wondering if he’d be up for another chat about her questions. It hadn’t taken him long to find his way to her, making himself comfortable as one question after another left (y/n) – something they had been doing for the past hours.

“How can that be? You just destroyed everything I know about the past centuries.” Another laugh left him before he pulled (y/n) closer. She found herself sitting closer to him, staring up at Carlisle who cupped her cheek with his cold hand. The electricity she felt whenever he touched her was back, buzzing down her spine to leave her heart racing.

“I’m sorry, it’s not my intention to disappoint you, love.” His thumb brushed over her warm skin, leaving her tingling and buzzing while shuffling even closer to him. No further word managed to leave (y/n) while she focused on Carlisle, letting her gaze flicker between his eyes and his lips. The pull she felt was growing stronger by the second, urging her on to close the small distance between them.

“Carlisle,” (y/n) whispered his name as if she hoped that he could understand what she was about to ask of him. And then he finally moved. Their lips clashed together urgently, perfectly fitting together as if they had been created for one another, having to endure years and centuries even while waiting for her to find him.

The kiss wasn’t interrupted once, not as she crawled into his lap, not as he tightened his grip on her neck to keep her close to him. It felt as if he was tasting her blood, high on the taste and scent that had never influenced him this much, begging him to own every part of her body. And for her it was a similar sensation, just as intense even though she had nothing to compare it to, not used to feeling this dizzy from a simple kiss.

“Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, please.” (Y/n) mumbled the words against his lips. Carlisle’s cold hands found their way beneath her sweater, carefully touching her skin while trying to keep some distance between them and that last line they were craving to cross.

“Talk to me, love. What do you want?” His mouth found her neck while he focused on the sounds of her racing pulse, of her pounding heart and her trembling breaths. He had her trapped, lured into his darkness as if he had always counted on her weakness.

“Everything, I want all of you.” Carlisle rose to his feet without a warning, tearing a squeal from (y/n). Within seconds he had carried her into her bedroom, only to toss her down on the comfortable mattress she was now laying on. She watched him pull out of his sweater, exposing a simple shirt that clung to his muscular upper body, a sight (y/n) would forever remember, taking it to the grave with her.

“If you want me to stop, you have to tell me. Don’t ever stop talking to me.” Their eye contact grew more intense after he had spoken his words, leaving her nodding. Carlisle helped her out of her clothes, moving all too slowly for her liking even though she appreciated him for offering her yet another way out.

“Touch me, please, Carlisle.” With only her panties left on, she felt exposed, vulnerable almost. But the second Carlisle exposed most of his body to her, she could no longer focus on herself, only on him, the cold skin she wanted to feel pressed against her, the body she felt like claiming. Carlisle settled between her thighs, eyes focused on her face as he kissed his way to her heat, pushing her damp panties aside to marvel at her.

“The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” His praise left her chuckling with glee, a sound that turned into a moan the second he brushed his tongue through her slit. Choked moans left (y/n) while her hands tugged on his golden roots, trying to pull him even closer. It felt as if she was about to make it to heaven, touched with such an urgency, she feared that this was nothing but a trick of her excited brain.

“Fuck, Carlisle, you’re so good at this, shit.” Two of his fingers were pushed into her, curled against her swollen spot while he took care of her pulsing bundle. It wouldn’t take her long to fall over the edge should he keep on touching her like this, making her feel as if she was his most prized possession, the only woman he’d ever touch with this much passion.

“I have you, love, give yourself to me.” The words gave her the sudden push, forcing her first orgasm through her while Carlisle kept fucking her with his fingers. Her sounds left him smirking, telling him that she had always wanted him as much as he had wanted her, drawn together by something neither could put into words until now.

“Carlisle,” she drew him closer, up her body to greedily kiss him. Their tongues fought for victory, while she tugged on his underwear, begging him to fully undress so that he could fuck her. Minutes passed by, minutes both used to prepare themselves for what was about to happen, to cross the last line that would keep them connected from this moment on.

“Are you sure about this? This will change everything.” Carlisle brushed her hairs out of her face, smiling down at (y/n) who looked at him as if he was her saviour, the one she’d forever fight for and love until her last moment on this earth.

“I’ve never been so sure of something before.” With a small nod thrown her way, Carlisle got rid of the last layers between them before he positioned himself at her entrance. He reached for her hand to interlace their fingers, holding her close while slowly pushing into her. Both moaned in unison, letting go of their sounds that clawed through them without giving either one a chance to hold back.

She felt perfectly stretched, full by everything he offered to her. (Y/n) never wanted to get out of this moment again, she could die a happy death like this, fucked by the man she had been crushing on, lured closer by her racing heart.

Carlisle didn’t hold back, he didn’t treat her as if she was close to breaking, no, he fucked her like he meant it. Every thrust was symbolic for the sensations they felt, the love growing stronger, the longing they no longer could deny. A perfect match that left them hungry for more.

No words managed to leave (y/n), she was already too far gone, fully concentrating on the feeling of Carlisle fucking her. His cold fingers took care of her pulsing bundle, adding just enough pressure to leave her trembling beneath him. Carlisle dipped his head down to kiss her, to swallow some sounds while his cock brushed her swollen spot with every calculated thrust.

“I won’t last long, Carlisle.” Her confession left him chuckling against her lips. Carlisle didn’t reply, at least not with words, but his thrusts grew faster, pushing her towards the edge once again. (Y/n) tried to scratch at his skin, desperate to hold onto him, but the second her orgasm clashed through her, she lost control of her body, giving herself fully to the sensation.

He kept fucking her, faster with every thrust. Carlisle drew some more moans out of (y/n) while groans kept leaving him, set on burying himself deep inside of her when he came. And with his forehead pressed against hers, he finally let go.

“Who knew sex with a man who is over three hundred years old could be this good?” (Y/n)’s whispers left both laughing. She allowed herself to keep studying him, letting her fingers brush through his strands, while promising herself that she’d live this to the fullest, wherever their path together would lead them.

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loveesiren · 4 months ago

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𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 (𝖯𝗍. 4)

Choi Seunghyun x f!reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist

a/n: Please read the warnings before continuing this part of the story. If you are uncomfortable with the contents in this story, please don't hesitate to DM me for a quick summary of what happens without going into detail! You are responsible for the content you read and your triggers. MDNI 18+

Also, I have always openly been pro-choice and supportive of women's reproductive freedoms so if that bothers you at all, this isn't the blog for you.

synopsis: Y/n receives some unsettling news. The weight of all her past decisions and now future ones are weighing down on her. But her boyfriend is there for her no matter what.

warnings: ABORTION (pill form), side effects of the pill (cramping, bleeding, vomiting), language, a bit of self-loathing, fluffy fluff, Seunghyun being the sweetest man in the world

wc: 3.8k+

The last month with Seunghyun had been nothing short of magic. You floated through your days on a cloud of warmth and laughter, your cheeks aching from the constant smile he effortlessly drew from you. He had a way of making the world feel lighter, of making you feel cherished in a way you hadn’t even realized you craved.

He loved helping you with your designs, offering input that was sometimes playful, sometimes insightful, but always supportive. And in return, you adored watching him practice his choreography, mesmerized by the way he moved—fluid, powerful, effortless. It was impossible not to be captivated by him. And when he was in the studio, his deep, melodic voice wrapping around lyrics like honey, you sat in quiet admiration, drinking in every note.

You were in awe every single day that this man was yours.

But while your world revolved around Seunghyun, Jiyong remained in the background, distant and unreadable. He only spoke to you when necessary, his words clipped and formal. You barely noticed the way his gaze lingered on you when you laughed at Seunghyun’s jokes, or the way his jaw tensed when you beamed at the older man like he hung the stars.

Jiyong wondered—if he had treated you differently, if he had just let himself be softer with you, would you be looking at him that way instead?

But life was good. You were happy.

Until your annual physical changed everything.

The doctor’s words echoed in your head, reverberating like the aftershock of an explosion.

Eight weeks pregnant.

Your fingers clutched at the crinkling paper beneath you as though it could ground you, keep you from unraveling completely. Your lungs felt too tight, like the walls were closing in, like the ceiling was pressing down on you.

"Y/n?" The doctor’s voice was gentle, too gentle, as if she hadn’t just detonated a grenade at your feet. "Are you okay?"

No. No, you were not okay.

"I…" The word barely made it past your lips, strangled and weak. Your mouth was dry, your throat constricted by an invisible force. "I can’t be pregnant."

But the test said otherwise.

The doctor knelt beside you, her fingers curling around your trembling hand, offering comfort that felt both too much and not enough all at once. "You have options," she murmured, her thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles over your skin.

Options. That was the cruelest part, wasn’t it? That this wasn’t some nightmare you could wake up from, some mistake you could erase. It was real. And there was only one way to make it unreal.

A single tear slid down your cheek. Then another. You swiped at them angrily, disgusted with yourself for crying when all you felt was terror.

"I need it gone," you whispered, the words barely audible. "I can’t do this. Please."

"Okay," the doctor said softly. "Take a deep breath for me."

You obeyed, though it did little to steady the storm inside you.

"If this is what you want, you have two choices," she continued.

"O-Okay…" Your voice shook.

"You’re still early enough to take a pill. You can do it at home if that would be easier for you."

"What’s the other option?"

"A procedure at the clinic. You’d need someone to drive you home. Is your partner in the picture?"

You hesitated. The question shouldn’t have felt like a knife in your chest, but it did.

"Uhm… he—he’s not the father."

The doctor nodded, not pressing for details. "I see. Well, if you prefer, I can get you the pill today. Otherwise we will have to make an appointment for you to come back."

"Can I-" You swallowed hard, your pulse pounding in your ears. "Can I do it tonight?"

"Yes. I’ll give you the first dose here, and you’ll take the second at home later on. You will experience cramping, bleeding—it’s normal. But if anything feels off, call us immediately. I’d like to see you again next week to check in."

"Okay." Your voice was barely more than breath.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

You nodded quickly, desperation clawing at your insides. "Yes. Yes, please. I need to do this."

The doctor nodded, offering a sympathetic smile before she disappeared for a moment, returning with a small paper cup and a bottle of water. "First, take these."

You hesitated, staring at the tiny pills resting in your palm. The weight of them felt heavier than anything you’d ever held.

Then, before you could change your mind, you swallowed them down.

She handed you a box, containing the pills for later. “Take these at 7 pm. It could take about 1 to 4 hours to start experiencing pain. Everyone is different.” She explained. “Here’s everything you can expect to happen. And I wrote down our 24-hour line if you have any questions.” She said, handing you some paperwork and pamphlets.

“Thank you.”

By the time you reached your car, the numbness cracked, giving way to an avalanche of emotion. You let out a guttural scream, raw and broken, gripping the steering wheel as sobs wracked your body.

You hadn’t seen this moment coming. But your own careless actions had led you here, and now it was yours to bear. Alone. Or so you thought…

You made it back to your apartment in a daze, collapsing onto the couch, the stack of papers and pamphlets feeling like a lead weight in your lap. Your eyes were red, swollen, your chest tight with grief you didn’t know how to process.

You had no idea what to do or how to make this okay. There was only one person who could make this feel even a fraction less unbearable.

With shaky fingers, you picked up your phone and dialed his number.

"Hey, baby! How was the doctor?" Seunghyun’s voice was soothing, filled with warmth and love.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Seunghyun…"

His tone shifted instantly. "Baby, what’s wrong?"

"I… I need you." Your voice cracked. Tears welled up again, threatening to spill over.

"I’m on my way." His response was immediate, resolute. You could hear the rustling of his jacket, the jingle of keys. "Fifteen minutes, Jagi. Just hold on, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered, clinging to the phone like a lifeline. "Th-Thank you…"

The wait was agonizing. You sat in suffocating silence, playing out the conversation in your head, the shame curling in your gut like a living thing. What would he say? Would he still want you? The two of you hadn’t even had sex yet. But here you were, knocked up by someone else. Not just anyone else, but his best fucking friend.

A soft knock at the door jolted you from your thoughts. You wiped at your face with your sleeves before getting up to open it.

Seunghyun stood there, slightly out of breath, offering you a small, apologetic smile. "I didn’t have time to get you a flower," he murmured. "Sorry, Jagiya."

The dam broke. You fell into his arms, sobbing against his chest as he held you, his embrace firm, unyielding.

"It’s okay," he murmured, running a soothing hand down your back. "I’m here. I’ll always be here."

And that only made you cry harder.

He guided you to the couch, keeping you wrapped in his warmth, waiting patiently until your breathing evened out. Then, he pulled back just enough to cup your face, pressing soft kisses to your damp cheeks.

"Sweet girl," he murmured, "tell me what happened."

"I fucked up," you choked out. "I fucked up bad."

"I doubt that," he said gently.

You inhaled shakily, glancing at the table where the pills and paperwork sat. "You know how you said our past doesn’t define us?"

"Of course."

You hesitated, then exhaled. "I was with someone before we got together.” You explained slowly. “It wasn’t serious. He was a prick, honestly…"

Seunghyun followed your gaze, his eyes landing on the mess of papers. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was looking at until he saw the word Abortion written boldly across a pamphlet. Understanding dawned in his expression.

"You’re pregnant," he said softly.

He was silent for a minute, processing the news he had just uncovered. You stared at him with glossy eyes, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

Then, he reached for your hand “Okay…so what happens next? What did the doctor say?”

You looked at him, puzzled. He wasn’t mad. He wasn’t storming out, calling you a whore. He was calm.

“I, uhm…I’m not keeping it.” You said. You took a deep breath. “The doctor gave me pills at the appointment. I have to take these ones at 7…”

“Does it hurt?” He asked.

“She said there will be cramping…and bleeding…”

“Okay. I’ll stay with you. I’ll help you however I can.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “You-You’re not mad at me?”

"Accidents happen," he said, squeezing your fingers. "If this is what you want, I’ll be here. If you’d chosen differently, I’d be here too."

You sniffled again. “I really don’t deserve you.” You said sadly.

“Don’t say things like that.” He said, pulling you close.

“Thank you.” You whispered, clinging to him tightly. You couldn’t believe how calm he was. He didn’t even ask about who you were with before. You just couldn’t believe how perfect he was. You never wanted to do anything to hurt him, ever.

That’s why Jiyong had to stay a secret.

As the night wore on, an unexpected sense of clarity settled over you. The earlier panic had dulled into something quieter—acceptance, maybe. Or just exhaustion. Either way, you felt more sure of your decision than you had before.

Seunghyun had been by your side the entire time, slipping out only to grab a few things—a heated blanket, some soft foods, and a stuffed bunny he thought might bring you comfort. It was small, gray with floppy ears, the kind of thing a child might cling to. And yet, as he handed it to you with a gentle smile, your fingers closed around it instinctively, as if it could somehow anchor you.

He had taken the time to read through every page of the instructions and pamphlets, wanting to understand what to expect, making sure you had everything you needed, ensuring you’d be as comfortable as possible. It was such a small thing, but it made your chest ache. He was trying so hard to take care of you, to protect you from something he couldn’t possibly fix. And God, you loved him for it.

Dinner was light—just something to put in your stomach so you wouldn’t take the pills on an empty one. But eating felt like a chore, each bite turning to sawdust in your mouth. Seunghyun practically had to coax you into finishing your meal, his eyes full of silent understanding. No words, just patience.

Afterward, you curled up in his lap, tucking your head against his chest as the two of you watched a movie. He held you close, running his fingers through your hair, rubbing slow, comforting circles against your back. Every now and then, he placed a soft kiss on your temple, your cheek—reminders that he was there, that you weren’t alone.

It lulled you into a drowsy peace, your body sinking further into his warmth, until—

“Jagi…” His voice was a whisper against your hair. “It’s almost 7.”

Your stomach twisted violently, the words alone had the power to unsteady you. You sat up slowly, pulling the heated blanket around yourself, gripping the stuffed bunny to your chest. Your hair was tousled, your face still puffy from the tears you’d shed earlier, but none of that mattered.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice impossibly soft.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

Seunghyun cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin before pressing a lingering kiss against it. “I’ll get you some water.”

As he got up, your eyes landed on the box sitting on the coffee table. You reached for it, turning it over in your hands, as if staring at it long enough would change what was inside. The first dose had been easy—nothing had changed yet. But this? This would be final. This would put an end to the madness you had created.

You sighed.

A family. Children. It had never been something you seriously considered before. Your career has always been your focus, your schedule too chaotic to even entertain the thought. But now, for the first time, you wondered—if you had thought about it before, would you have been more careful? Would you have stopped yourself from being so reckless with Jiyong?

But there was no use in wondering. What’s done is done, and all you could do now was face the consequences and make your decision.

At least you didn’t have to do it alone.

“Okay, here you go…” Seunghyun murmured, handing you the glass of water as he settled back beside you.

“Thanks…” You muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

Silence stretched between you. Seunghyun sat awkwardly as you stared down at the pills in your palm, unsure of how to help. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do to make this easier, and you could see the helplessness in his eyes.

A tear slid down your cheek, unbidden. You weren’t even sure why. Was it fear? Anger? The fact that you hadn’t even hesitated in your decision? Or maybe… guilt.

How would Jiyong react if he knew?

He could never know.

“Am I a bad person?” The question tumbled from your lips before you could stop it. You kept your eyes locked on the pills, afraid to meet Seunghyun’s gaze. “Am I… am I a bad person for doing this?”

“Oh, Jagi…” Seunghyun sighed, shifting closer. “Of course not. It’s a hard decision, but only you know if it’s the right one. Does it feel right?”

You exhaled shakily. “Yeah… Yeah, I think so. I’m not ready for kids. Especially with...” You trailed off.

“And that’s okay.” He said. He didn’t push for answers. He didn’t want to know.

Your breath hitched slightly. “Can this stay between us?”

Seunghyun took your hand in his, squeezing gently. “I won’t tell a soul.”

For the first time that night, you truly smiled. It was small, but it was there. And somehow, that tiny gesture gave you the final push you needed.

Without another word, you popped the pills into your mouth and took a long drink of water, swallowing them down in one go. You wiped your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie and exhaled.

“C’mere,” Seunghyun murmured, opening his arms. Without hesitation, you scooted into his embrace, letting him tuck you back against him as the movie played on in the background.

You felt yourself start to doze off again, hoping—praying—that maybe, just maybe, you could sleep through the night.

But that hope shattered an hour and a half later.

A violent wave of nausea hit you so hard it was disorienting. Your stomach twisted painfully, bile rising in your throat with alarming speed.

“Oh, God…” you gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth as you bolted from the couch, rushing into the bathroom and slamming the door shut just in time.

The retching was brutal. Your entire body trembled as you clung to the toilet, heaving until there was nothing left inside you. Tears burned your eyes, your throat raw from the force of it. The room spun, and for a brief moment, you thought you might pass out.

After what felt like forever, you finally slumped back against the cold tile floor, utterly spent.

"Y/n?" Seunghyun’s voice was muffled through the door. “Are you okay? Can I get you anything?”

You took a shaky breath. “I’m okay…” Your voice was hoarse. “I just… I just need a minute.”

A pause. Then, gently, “Okay… Let me know if you need anything.” He wasn’t sure what else he could say. He felt helpless standing on the other side of the door as you sat in pain.

You closed your eyes, exhaustion settling in deep. “Thank you…”

This was going to be a long night.

And it was.

The hours passed in uncomfortable waves. The nausea came once more before the cramping set in, sharp and relentless. You curled up on the couch, wincing as each wave of pain rolled through you, trying to focus on the TV for a distraction. It didn’t work.

Seunghyun stayed close, his hand resting softly on your stomach, tracing slow, careful circles in an attempt to soothe the ache. It didn’t stop the pain, but the warmth of his touch was grounding.

And then, it happened.

You knew. Not just because of the blood. You could feel it—the shift, the emptiness, the finality of it all.

You sat on the floor of your shower, your knees pulled to your chest as the warm water cascaded over you, washing away the remnants of the day. Washing away the last piece of Jiyong.

You hated yourself for it, but you breathed a sigh of relief.

Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness that still cloaked the room. The faintest traces of sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting soft shadows against the walls. The quiet hum of the city outside was distant, muffled, as if the world itself had slowed to match the exhaustion weighing down your body.

But the ache in your abdomen refused to let you rest any longer. A dull, persistent cramping settled low in your stomach, an unwelcome reminder of everything you had endured the night before.

Yet, wrapped in Seunghyun’s arms, you felt safe.

His strong arm draped over you protectively, anchoring you to him. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm against your back, his warmth cocooning you in a way that made the pain feel a little less sharp. You weren’t ready to move just yet. You weren’t ready to leave this moment.

You burrowed deeper into him, your body instinctively seeking out his comfort, your fingers lightly tracing the arm around your waist.

A sleepy murmur came from behind you. “How are you feeling?”

His voice was hoarse with sleep, rough around the edges in a way that sent warmth curling through your chest.

You exhaled softly. “It still hurts a little… but it’s not as bad.”

He shifted slightly, tightening his hold on you as his lips brushed against the nape of your neck, a silent reassurance. “Can I get you anything?”

You hesitated. The answer was yes—there were a hundred things you could have asked for. A heating pad, another blanket, tea… something to help fill the empty space inside you.

But more than anything, you just wanted him.

“Just… hold me a little longer,” you whispered, barely audible in the quiet room.

“I can hold you all day, baby,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “I already told everyone we wouldn’t around today.”

That made you stir slightly, turning your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. “What did you tell them?”

He chuckled lightly, his breath warm against your skin. “Food poisoning.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “Of course you did.”

“I had to come up with something, Jagiya. You think I was gonna tell them I wanted to stay home and cuddle my girl all day?” He teased, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

Your heart swelled at his words. My girl.

You shifted in his arms, turning fully to face him. He instinctively slid his hand to your hip, keeping you close. His face was still heavy with sleep, his hair sticking up in every direction, his lips slightly swollen. His puffy, half-lidded eyes met yours, full of unspoken devotion.

God, he was beautiful.

“Morning, Angel,” he murmured, his fingers brushing softly against your side.

You smiled, lifting a hand to smooth down the unruly strands of his hair. “Morning.”

Seunghyun leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something different in the air between you—something heavy, something unspoken.

Your throat tightened as the words formed at the tip of your tongue, pressing against your lips. Was it too soon? Should you wait?

But the truth sat so heavily in your chest that holding it in any longer felt impossible.

“Seunghyun, I—” You paused, gathering your thoughts, trying to find the right way to say it. “I love you.”

The words hung in the air between you, fragile yet absolute.

His eyes widened slightly, the sleepiness dissipating in an instant. “You do?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. “Yeah, I do. And what you did for me last night… you didn’t have to do that. But you did. And I just—” You exhaled, shaking your head. “You don’t have to say it back. Just know that I—”

Seunghyun cut you off by pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, lingering, full of emotion that words couldn’t quite capture. He kissed you like he had been waiting for this moment, like he had been holding onto those same words, just waiting for you to say them first.

You melted into him, wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. His fingers traced slow patterns along your waist, grounding you, steadying you.

When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a breathless smile playing at his lips.

“I love you too, Y/n.” His voice was steady, sure—like he had never been more certain of anything in his life.

Your breath hitched slightly. You had hoped for it, but hearing him say it sent a warmth through you that chased away all the darkness lingering in your mind.

“Seeing you go through that last night…” He swallowed hard, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “It broke my heart. I hate seeing you in pain. I just—I’m just glad you trusted me enough to let me be there for you.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness or guilt. They were from the overwhelming love you felt for the man in front of you.

You had no idea what you had done to deserve this. To deserve him.

But God, you were grateful.

You reached up, cupping his cheek, your thumb tracing over the stubble that shadowed his jaw. “I know it’s a lot to ask… but… can we never talk about it again?” Your voice was small, hesitant. “I just want to move forward… with you. Only you.”

Seunghyun didn’t hesitate. He smiled softly, tilting his head to press another lingering kiss to your lips.

“Of course, baby,” he murmured against your skin. “Just you and me now, yeah?”

You nodded, letting yourself sink back into his embrace. “Just you and me.”

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