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Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 7

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months.

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 14 minutes

Chapter warnings: Mentions of deepthroat, mouth fucking, domination

Her alarm sounded different than other days as she turned it off and sat in the middle of the mattress, staring at the black screen of the TV. She was deeply thinking about her life, and what took her to get where she was in that moment. It was tough, she wasn't in her place, but it was so exciting and motivating, that she couldn't help but smile down as she squeezed the sheets in her hands.

Oh, even if she didn't get to be a permanent worker there, the experience of moving out to a whole different country, with all the new tasks she was going to do, was enough to kick off her career and look forward to what the future was holding out for her.

She walked past her suitcases, thinking that she'd probably unpack the few outfits she'd use those few days she'd stay there, until she managed to find somewhere else to live. As soon as she got to Seoul, she closed herself in that small office and didn't get out of there until it was too late to even think of doing anything else that wasn't sleeping.

Despite forcing her body into the time difference, she could feel how it was resisting it. Finding herself too tired to go on with daily tasks, but not sleepy to get her body that needed rest.

A shower, a quick motivating stare into the mirror after dressing up, and she was getting ready to get downstairs and start her real first day in her new job.

As Wooyoung recommended her, she moved inside the office twenty minutes earlier. Since San's door to his office was closed, she assumed that he just wasn't there yet and she managed to successfully get there ahead of him.

Nothing mattered more than a good impression.

Her table was filled with the small notes she managed to write down the previous night, before her head started swinging in the air as tiredness started getting the best of her. All of them went from being thrown messily over the black mat to being strategically positioned, so she'd be able to read them all in case she needed it.

She frowned, being sure that the language in her computer was in Korean when she first turned it on the previous day, to find it all turned into English as she attempted to scroll through her email feed. She went from the e-mail to her calendar, to the database, to find out everything was in a whole different language than what she saw the previous day. Although she didn't think about it too deeply as she went back to the e-mail site, thinking of what was the next step to do.

Mingi explained everything to her, but he also said she'd only know what to do once work started. He could only explain some tasks, without going too deeply into them because there wasn't anything to really explain then.

There was no administrative task pending, no accounting she needed to do... That man kept everything as up to date as possible.

The squeeze in her chest made her jump in her seat, while being aware of the way her face broke down, when she heard the click of the door behind her back, picking up the white sheets of paper that were positioned at the top right corner of her desk and lifting her arm in a defensive way.

Her body instantly relaxed when she saw San looking at her with that impassive look he had the previous day, too, making her wonder if that poker face was also part of being the director of such a big hotel.

—Were you going to make me bleed out with a paper cut? —his eyes never left hers as he doubted her weapon choice.

She could've picked one of the pens, or the big stapler at her left, yet she still went for the most useless thing, the pile of sheets, only because they were the first thing that caught her eyes.

Her hand lowered slowly, placing the pile back to where it was, before she crossed her hands on her lap and bowed to him with a concerned expression.

—I didn't know you were here.

—I'm always here half an hour earlier —he explained.

Why? She didn't know. He was the owner, it wasn't like he needed to impress anyone, or worry about anyone's thoughts.

—Oh, really? —she smiled nervously.

But he still showed not a single bit of expression, which made her wonder if there was something wrong with him. He extended his hand to her, offering the file he was holding and two thin books.

—Make a copy of those papers, and upload them to the system —he asked.

As she moved the file to look at the books, she frowned when she saw they were language books. More specifically, Korean learning books.

—Use them whenever you don't have work —he demanded—. Even if it's just five minutes, study.

He started to sound like her father.

—How much were they? I can pay them back...

—It won't be necessary —he interrupted her—. Wooyoung hired you, knowing your Korean is even worse than a five year old. It's my responsibility to make sure you have all the tools to learn it.

But not really.

She wouldn't have been surprised if she had been told to start learning it by herself. Actually, it started off that way the two weeks prior to getting there. He didn't have to buy her any books.

—In the office, you will speak to me only in Korean. Starting from today —he tilted his head.

—And what if I don't? —she mirrored his pose, tilting her head in the same direction.

She was aware of how challenging her tone sounded, only when it was too late. And, instead of correcting it, she chose to stand her ground.

—From now on it's part of your obligations as my assistant. Not doing it would be missing a task, and missing a task is an infraction. Three infractions, and you're out —he commented.

—But how am I going to speak to you properly?

—I didn't say it had to be properly, just use the language —he shrugged.

He knew better than anyone how the best way to learn a language was to be forced to use it. It happened when he moved to London with zero knowledge of English, and he went from making simple phrases while sounding like a caveman, to being able to keep up with a professional conversation related to the project he was working on back then.

He couldn't take it easy on her even if he wanted to. If any of the investors found out that the person in charge of supporting him, and being the first voice and face with anyone related to the company, didn't even speak Korean, they probably wouldn't care to kick her out. And it wasn't like he genuinely cared about her being kicked out, but he didn't want to get back to the headache of hiring someone.

—Apart from those copies, is there something else I should do? —she changed the topic, finally giving it up and accepting her new task— Mingi explained the tasks to me, but told me you'd be the one giving me work.

—Hmm, do those copies —he pointed at the file—, and later try to schedule a meeting with Richard Jones. I need to meet up with him before the day ends. I'll also be away for thirty minutes, so if someone calls, tell them to leave a message or wait for later.

San didn't even say goodbye or hint at him leaving, before he started walking towards the door. Being left completely alone again, she turned back to the open door of his office, aware of how he also left it open when he left earlier the previous day. So that was the hint she needed to know whether he was there or not: if he was, the door would be closed.

The first week in a new job was always so strange for her. Always out of place, with a tiny bit of discomfort, while trying to guess what was the next step to take and when she'd manage to look like she had been doing that for years. She always got to that point, regardless of the job, but it just was difficult to find herself a place where she wasn't meant to be. Compared to her previous job, and with the language pressure as a complement, she was sure she'd need to give way more than what she had to manage to impress San enough.

And she didn't even think about the place where she'd stay the time she lived there, because clearly she wouldn't stay in that hotel forever.

San showed up forty minutes later, with a darker expression and a heavier aura. He didn't need to speak, his mood made the environment get almost asphyxiating as soon as he crossed the door, and his expression went from neutral to angry.

She knew he wasn't mad at her, basically because he seemed fine before he left. But she still felt intimidated by the way he walked towards her desk, stopping at the side before he started speaking in Korean.

—Did you copy the files?

Y/n blinked once, instantly feeling overwhelmed while she tried to fight that urge to show it off. Her eyes moved around the table, trying to understand what he meant.

—The files —he spoke slower—, did you copy them? —he then pointed to the small printer at her left.

—Ah —she felt so proud of herself for finally being able to get a hold of what he was saying, that she couldn't hide her smile—, yeah —she answered in Korean, handing him the file he had given her before.

But he didn't say anything else. Instead, he picked up the folder and went back to his office, closing the door behind him.

If that was how it was going to be, she was so damned.

Her mind was working at a speed that it was difficult to handle for her, hearing the electronic voice of the translator replying in her head everything that was said while she attempted to keep in order all the documentation she needed to get to feel completely in peace. Her head was close to blowing up after all the stress she went through with just the request, just to later add more after she went to the bank Wooyoung recommended her two days back. She was so lucky the lady still wanted to meet up with her after being fifteen minutes late, because she got lost in the subway. Just for it to happen again on her way back to Kalla.

She had no strength to carry her bag, which was almost dragging across the floor as she walked back inside the building. The tiredness, and how dark it was outside, made the lights seem even brighter as she stepped closer, with that luxurious vibes almost escaping the crystal doors that were being pushed for her as she got closer. And she was then finally aware of the big calla flower tracing the curve of the stairs towards the first floor, and that she didn't quite appreciate the previous day, because she got engaged on a phone call as soon as she stepped inside the hotel and Wooyoung left her to go looking for San.

That was her workplace, maybe a bit deeper than that surface. But she was working there, as surrealistic as it seemed for her.

She stopped, looking around for somewhere where she could have a drink. Technically, she was allowed to drink there. As soon as she stepped outside of those four walls, out of her working hours, she was a guest just like anyone else there. And she was a guest that needed to shush her thoughts with something else than just meditation.

Her walk towards the reception was tired, still dragging her heels every once in a while, before she stopped at the long black ceramic counter.

—How may I help you?

The girl looked so neat in comparison to her. Her hair was perfectly tied at the back with a low ponytail, and her make up seemed untouched as she smiled brightly at her.

—Hmm. Is there somewhere where I could have something to drink? —Y/n asked.

—Well, there's the restaurant, which it's open until twelve —she suggested.

—But isn't there something else? A bit more dedicated to that? —Y/n insisted, sure that Wooyoung and Mingi had told her that there was somewhere that served alcoholic drinks when the restaurant was closed.

She wanted a place where could feel that she wasn't the only one who wanted to taste that bitter drink to wash away her worries and stress, she needed to feel like she wasn't the only one in that state.

—Oh —the receptionist smiled as if she finally understood what she meant—. There is something, indeed. May I have your room number?

—2 0 4 —she said, trying to avoid the confusion.

—Here you have —she finally nodded.

A few minutes later, two of her fingers raised over the counter to offer her a black plastic card.

—Walk past the stairs, behind there will be a wide door. Show this to the person there, and they'll explain to you how it works.

She just wanted a glass of Gintonic, what was that thing with cards and secret codes?

She still started walking, following the path that the girl had pointed out until she found a serious man guarding the door. She found herself having to give up all of her belongings, after giving the card to the lady that was waiting at the wardrobe. She had wondered what that hole was for at the top, only to have that question answered when she placed a chain on it so she'd be able to hang it on her wrist.

—This card will charge whatever you order to your hotel room —she mentioned—. Once you leave, you come back here, show me the card so I know which ones are your things, and I'll return them to you.

Although Y/n nodded, she didn't quite understand what was going on with all that security. It was a normal pub, why couldn't she just take her bag with her and pay for her drinks with her own money? If that was a way to scare customers away, San was definitely doing the right job.

The establishment was dark on the first few steps she took after the door opened for her, similar to the small corner where she had left all of her things, and which created a huge contrast with the bright lightning of the rest of the hotel crossing that arch. There weren't a lot of people there, but most of them were sitting in pairs or in small groups, with only a few wandering around by themselves. And she was about to be one of those, after she started making her way to the counter to order something to drink.

There was a small stage at the center, surrounded by some burgundy couches that surrounded it, and by the light bulbs at the top she imagined it was because they held shows there.

San just sat there, finding some way to disconnect after the long day it had been. Meeting his father first thing in the morning wasn't the best idea if he aimed to have a peaceful day, and being forced to speak to one of the investors in England because he suddenly felt too important to be treated like any other person involved in Kalla.

He just wanted to have a drink, and get drunk of the sex atmosphere before he thought of going back home to start his day again. It was ironic how he created that place, yet he hadn't been able to enjoy it for months.

His eyes flew around the room, at some point feeling jealous of those couples that weren't able to keep their hands off each other, or those people that shared intentional glances from across the room. He wished he were able to do just that for once, but his need to solidify some kind of trust was bigger than the lust screaming from his inside.

His back tensed when he was able to recognize the outfit of the woman standing near the door, looking around while she played with the card hanging on her thin wrist. He had to double check, hoping it wasn't her; but the more he focused on her, the clearer it was that it was indeed Y/n.

She was determined to get to the counter, and order something to drink, but suddenly she found her way hindered by a wide chest that barely allowed her to see over his shoulder.

—Excuse me, I... —the words got stuck in her throat as she lifted her eyes and saw San staring down at her.

Why did she always end up finding him that way?

—What are you doing here?

—Taking a drink —she frowned—. Why? Is this not allowed for workers, or what?

—You can't be here.

Workers actually weren't forbidden from stepping there outside of working hours, but for some reason it didn't sit well with him to see her there.

—I can't be... Why? Is there some policy or something? —she challenged him— I just want a drink, and I'll go.

—Y/n, it's an order.

—Too bad you aren't my boss out of working hours —she clapped back—. So I'll pretend you spoke in Korean, and I didn't understand what you said.

And just like that, she walked past him and headed towards the counter to order something to drink.

The first few minutes she tried to focus on anything that wasn't San and his piercing gaze, that was drilling through her skull as he walked back to the seat he was taking before she bursted inside the place. But later her eyes fell on the small stage, and the woman dressed in lingerie that was getting up there under the spotlight.

She remembered the type of hotel she was working at in that exact moment, and how Wooyoung mentioned how it wasn't similar to the ones she was used to. With that information, and the image in front of her, it only made sense that it was going to be some type of erotic or suggestive show.

Her thoughts slowly shifted, from curious and engaged, to uncomfortable and excited at the same time when the man that later joined her pushed her on her knees by the hair, forcing his hard dick in her mouth. She could perfectly hear her gags and her gasps for air as soon as he pulled her head back. Her body jumped at the sudden slap on her face, coming so out of nowhere that she wasn't sure it was planned.

But it was.

The woman moved forward to his dick as if she was desperate for it, being stopped by his hand on her hair so he could lean and spit inside her mouth, sliding his dick back inside and thrusting into it senseless.

Y/n didn't even wait for her drink to be placed in front of her, she quickly hopped off her chair and made her way outside to get all of her things and try to forget what she saw.

What the hell was that place?

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Anti-Romantic is one of my favorite works EVER!❤️

I'm so glad to read this!!

Thank you!!

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How many chapter are in Anti tomantic?

I'm not quite sure, because the story is still in progress and there are things that could change. But it should have 30-40 chapters (but I can't assure anything)

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Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 15

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

Summary: Jungkook had always been carefree when it came to love. He always believed he was worth sharing himself with everyone, and thought it was selfish of him to ever think of keeping himself exclusive to just one person.

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

A curse that kept him away from love didn't seem an issue for him. The fact that his ex-girlfriend thought he'd be affected by the idea of the girls he slept with running away from him after sex was ridiculous. She actually did him a favor, and took a burden away from him.

At least that was what he thought at first.

He had never found himself thinking of the possibility of repeating with neither of his hook ups, because they disappeared before he was able to even think about it. But when he makes the mistake of sleeping with the sexy neighbor that lives in front of him, he finds himself hoping to get the chance for a second round every time their paths cross.

Y/n hated him the second he set foot inside the building by the way he started making her life a miserable mess for no reason. Sleeping with him was a big mistake she wasn't thinking of repeating. At least not until he came up with the excuse that she rejected him for a curse. Not only she thought he was annoying, but she was also convinced he was crazy.

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 14 minutes

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The doorbell rang hysterically, as Jungkook kept clicking on it until the door opened in front of him. Mrs. Anderson opened the door, sighing out of exhaustion when she recognised the young boy who hopefully waited by her door, lighting up a smile as soon as he saw her.

—You again? I thought I got rid of you —she sighed.

It had been almost a month since the last time he showed up there, which actually surprised her, considering he tended to visit her at least twice a month to get his bi-weekly checks and celebrations as soon as the cards remained the same.

Except for the last time. His reaction was one she would've expected. Someone that celebrated being cursed from love couldn't be happy about that same curse coming to an end. But there he was, stepping inside her house, walking his way to the spot he knew so well, and taking a seat before she could even offer him one.

—Your fate won't change by sitting a second earlier, boy —she called him out, walking past him to take the seat in front of him—. Thought you said you'd come back two weeks ago.

It was what they agreed on, but his mind had been so busy that he didn't even remember. And then he thought about how he had been so into bickering with Y/n, or daydreaming about her being wrapped around him that he completely forgot about the last reading he got, and how it talked about the exact thing he was going through.

—Don't cross your legs and hands, focus your energy on what you want the cards to tell you about. And take it easy. Not because you're faster, the reading will change its meaning.

The reading started as usual.

She shuffled the cards, looking into his eyes from time to time. The first few times it made him uncomfortable, because he didn't quite understand why she did it. But it only took him three sessions to ask her, and be told that his eyes were a bridge to his soul and his experiences for her. It was her way to connect with him on a deeper level, to make the most out of each reading.

She planted the cards slowly, one by one, in front of him. Ignoring the way he seemed eager to hear the interpretation she got out of them. A few hums, eyebrows slightly frowned, and the twist of lips made him even nervous about what meaning they could have.

—The curse is still there —she let him know—. It's still strong, and it's keeping you from reaching your full potential. But there's something curious here —she pointed to one of the cards, getting his attention—. It's the first time the Justice card shows up whenever asked about this topic.

—And what does it mean?

—It seems like the curse is like a karmic punishment —she frowned—. I don't know what you did to that girl, but she wants you to suffer. She wants your heart to hurt as if it was ripped out of your body. You have a lot of unsolved issues, and this little problem might get you to want to solve all of them.

—Karmic punishment?

That definitely sounded like something awful, he could tell.

—Where's the fun part where I don't fall in love with anyone at all, and I just live my life?

—I told you the first time you showed up here that the curse wasn't something you should enjoy —she warned him—. I told you to be prepared. And now I can tell you'll definitely need to be really strong mentally to get through the karma that will come with it. Hmm.

The way her eyebrows raised, and her fingers fell on the cards to him hopefully looking back at her.

—Hmm? Hmm? What hmm?

—The Empress again. There's someone really powerful messing with your head, isn't it?

Jungkook omitted the scoff that was about to come out of his lips. Y/n was an average journalist, obsessed with illegal fights because they were her only trip out of lame reports. He wouldn't really consider her a powerful person. At least not in the strict meaning of the word.

It could be that she didn't mean Y/n. Could be that woman he was waiting for didn't cross paths with him yet.

—She isn't in my life yet, right?

—Oh no, she is —she quickly nodded—. I talked in present tense. She is messing with your head. Messing, right now —she explained slowly.

—But maybe she's messing because it's making me anxious to think about her in my life —he still tried to turn her words upside down.

—No, she is in your life. Now. Present. She's been face to face with you, she knows you and you know her —she explained, exhausted—. She is a real person, walking calmly in your life, and making you delusional about her not showing up. She is here —she lifted the card—, and there —she pointed with her other hand at his head.

His heart started beating fast as he tried to find an explanation as to how all of that happened. And then it clicked.

—You said I'd meet her through work.

—No, I said the connection will be made through some work you do —she explained, starting to get annoyed at his denial—. And it shows up here again: whatever pushes you to change, it'll be through some work you'll do together.

Out of all those people, of course it had to be Y/n. He met her when he was going through some big changes, and what's a bigger change than moving out somewhere else?

—And what if I don't do that work?

—Do you really think you'll be able to escape what the universe has planned for you? Okay, try it —she sighed— It has never worked for anyone. And it certainly won't work for you. But yeah, try it —she left the card she was holding back on the table—. Look, son, I think you are a good person. You might seem annoying and full of yourself, but I sense that kindness and good aura you let out as you walk into a room. It doesn't change the fact that you've done some things that have hurt people, and you might need to make up for those mistakes. You can run from them, you can slow down the process, but it'll get to you. If it's not in a few days, it'll be in a few years. It's a work we all need to do.

—It's not a choice to depart from this world without solving them?

—No —she seriously answered—. You can't —she looked at him, staring into his soul, before she continued speaking—. You do want to fall in love. I can tell. Your eyes speak louder than your words. You kept celebrating that curse, but your eyes showed disappointment every time I told you there were no changes. And today you looked hopeful, as if I said something you wanted to hear —her hooded eyes squinted—. You're so scared of love. And you think all those fleeting relationships will cover up that need in your heart. I told you once, and I'll tell you again: running away will never be the solution. And you might've started to realize recently.

—I've realized that I'm really happy with the way it is now.

—Is it? Why didn't you come when you first told me you'd come? —she inquired, picking up all the cards that were spread— Whoever that woman is, she kept you so busy that you even forgot about the curse. Am I wrong? That lady is indeed as powerful as the cards tell —she smirked to herself.

—She's not.

—Then why did you come here if it wasn't to confirm she was the one you've been running from?

Jungkook remained silent at that question. Despite showing off how serious he was about that, he was trying to hide as much as possible all his intentions to avoid Y/n and that dumb article until either of them moved out of their respective places, so they wouldn't have to see each other's faces again.

Her fingers tangled on Kyle's, completely ignoring the fact that she was doing exactly what she didn't want to do. At the same time she convinced herself it wasn't going to be anything as serious, that it'd only be just fun, her other side kept screaming how it really seemed that he had changed the past few months. He seemed more stable and genuine than the last time he reached for her.

—Did I say how beautiful you look today? —his fingers pinched her chin.

—Just a few times since you picked me up earlier —she giggled, resting her back against the wall next to the entrance to her apartment.

Ever since he showed up in her workplace, he kept praising how good she looked, and how she looked even better than she did when they last parted ways. Her cheeks kept blushing without any control, but she wasn't quite sure if it was because she just felt shy getting praise from anyone else, or if it was the fact that her ex boyfriend was actually telling her.

—Why don't we go up to your place, and I keep telling you how beautiful you look with even less clothes on? —he suggested, moving his finger down her neck.

—Isn't it a bit too early?

Was it?

Not even a few weeks back she was considering taking a complete stranger to her home, and things would've easily escalated if it hadn't been for the asshole of her neighbor. She didn't think about it twice, nor cared about how early it was, when she jumped to hook up with her neighbor the two times it happened either.

So what was exactly stopping her then?

She wasn't feeling that animalistic need, she wasn't feeling that feral attraction that would've pushed her to get upstairs as soon as they got there. She was attracted to Kyle, but not in the same way she was before they broke up. His kisses just didn't feel the same, as much as she would've loved to feel those butterflies make a mess in her stomach, there just wasn't anything. She felt nothing but a wet tongue sliding in between her lips, and a mouth sucking on her every time it locked on hers.

—Well, I've known you for six years now, what do you consider a bit too early? —he tilted his head, getting closer to her.

Before she could answer, his body pushed suddenly against her, having her gasping for air at the sudden hit. She was so close to calling him out for that, until she saw him looking back, quickly finding the owner of that push with a cynical look in his eyes and a fake smile.

—Oh, sorry —he mumbled—. I didn't see you.

Y/n just rolled her eyes, not surprised in the slightest at the attitude of her neighbor. Although she was confused at how she didn't even hear him coming, and how there wasn't a motorbike in sight.

—Are you blind? —Y/n called him out— Also, don't you have enough pavement, that you have to drag your body on the walls? There's literally six feet of space.

—It's not my problem you're here making out with your new toy, instead of going to your place. Are you fifteen? —he huffed.

—My new toy? You...

—Is this the guy that you told me about? —Kyle asked on the down low.

She remembered mentioning him, but she didn't think she went into so many details about him for her ex boyfriend to tell clearly who she was talking about by just a simple exchange of words. Did she really talk that much about him without noticing?

He suddenly moved, uncovering her body to walk towards Jungkook with a barely puffed chest and a brave aura that almost had her escaping from there. While he forced a personality that wasn't his, her neighbor just threw a smirk and a scoff, turning completely to that new man.

—It's reached my ears how you've been bothering Y/n in the past few weeks —Kyle started— and, by your attitude, I can tell you aren't planning to change in the slightest.

Y/n wanted to hide somewhere at that moment. The second hand embarrassment she was getting from that sentence alone almost made her squirm where she was standing. She didn't know what he was pretending, but it for sure wasn't working.

—And you think she needs you to talk for her? —Jungkook chuckled— She's more than capable of letting me know, and she's actually done that already. So quit that big boy act that's only embarrassing you. I know you might need to pull out your dick to show off that yours is bigger, but I won't fall for that —he mumbled.

Y/n was surprised, but at the same time she wasn't. Jungkook always fell for their small bickering, but for some reason he also gave her the image of someone who wouldn't stand low to prove himself.

And what had happened that night was one of the biggest turn offs she could've lived. It didn't cost Kyle a thing to just keep it quiet. He had no business doing what he did.

Their bickering was one thing, but having someone else trying to take a part in it wasn't her thing.

Kyle scoffed nervously, faking calmness as he exaggeratedly relaxed his pose and poked his hands inside the pockets of his pants.

—Shall we go up to your place, then? —he turned to Y/n.

Jungkook thought faster than her, taking advantage of the few seconds it took her to find an answer to his question. Those words came out before he could think about them deeper.

—Actually, you'll have to leave it for another day —Y/n looked at him confused—. Shouldn't we work on that article? Or are you planning to take forever to write it?

—We can work on it tomorrow —she tried to suggest.

—I want to work on it now. I'm busy tomorrow —Y/n squinted her eyes, knowing too well he was going to be free as he was on his usual agenda—. But if you don't want to, we won't. You're the one interested, anyway. Just know that if you reject me, I'll take as...

—Okay, okay —she stopped him, before he could get even more annoying—. Do you mind if we leave it for another day? —she turned to Kyle.

—If there's no other choice, it isn't like it's going to make a difference whether I mind or not —he answered.

He kept looking to his side, finding a victorious smirk on Jungkook's face, which he quickly erased as he leaned over to kiss Y/n on the lips to walk away from her building.

—Why do you look like you've smelled shit? —Y/n inquired, walking past him.

—Because I nearly did —he followed her inside—. I thought you had good taste, but now I'm seeing that I was the only good choice you've made. No wonder you don't hook up with anyone else.

—Says the person who has had a lot of hookups —she replied back with irony—, because I've barely seen any movement in your apartment.

—Ah, so you're keeping an eye on who I bring home or not?

His playful answer was a desperate attempt to distract himself from the thought that was crossing his mind.

As the elevator reached the ground floor, Y/n stepped first, pushing Jungkook back with a hand on his chest to keep her from getting there with her.

—I'll see you up there.

She devilishly smiled at him, before the doors closed in front of him. She was so annoying sometimes, yet so funny and cute. And that exact thought had Jungkook shaking his head, pushing away whatever second meaning that could be coming with it, as he got himself ready to walk up three floors to get to his apartment.

When he got there, Y/n was already waiting for him, arms closed on her chest while her head rested on the metallic exterior wall of the elevator.

—Look how pretty you look waiting there just for me —the cockiness in his tone almost went completely unrecognizable through the gasps and shaky breaths.

—Are you sure you're a trainer? It seems like you're going to puke your lungs out.

—It's because these stairs are too steep.

—Or because you smoke more than you should —she shrugged.

—Do you always need to have the last word? —he finally asked, standing in front of her.

—No, but it's fun to mess with you —she smiled at him—. Also, it's pretty satisfying to see how your expression changes so fast with every comment.

—Seriously? —his eyebrows raised, stepping closer to her— How does it change?

—Well, it changes from asshole to confused asshole —she nodded.

—I'm not an asshole —he spat back, resting his shoulder on that same metallic wall.

—The frozen pepperoni pizzas in my freezer say the opposite.

—Did you freeze them? —his words stuttered by the small giggle as he spoke.

—What was I supposed to do? You ordered food for a whole family. And I wasn't going to throw away something I paid —she stated, as if it were obvious.

—You should've invited me to eat them with you.

—And spending more time than I have to with you?

And there it was. She could feel the electricity making its way from the tip of her toes to the top of her head with just one quick look into his eyes.

Jungkook was mesmerized by the way her eyes shined with such mischievousness, he only wanted to sink in them. He didn't know where all that attraction was coming from, and when he started feeling smaller than her although he was almost towering over her body. He leaned closer, finally getting a taste of her after so long. Even if it had been only a few days, he could feel the thrill running through his veins when he felt the taste of her saliva on the tip of his tongue. Every time he thought he only needed a rub of her lips, he felt needy of more.

—Jungkook —he heard her voice.

Blinking back to reality, he found himself in the same pose he was in before he started daydreaming about kissing her, while she just stared at him with a confused look. She saw the exact moment he went far away from where he was, seeing his eyes showing nothing while they scanned her face slowly, moving up from her eyes to her lips.

—That's right —he quickly got himself out of that trance—. I won't make you spend more time than you have to with me.

She was confused as she saw him stepping back, walking to his door.

—Where are you going? I thought you wanted to work on the article now.

—I wanted to, but I'm so tired after you made me get the stairs —he clicked his tongue—. Let's leave it for another day.

As he closed the door to his apartment right before she could say a word, he finally realized what was so satisfying about closing the door dramatically, and why Y/n always did it to him whenever she had the chance.

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 15

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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The tap of her fingers on her desk reached a rhythmic sound, after doing that same movement for almost two hours. Her head was resting on her other hand, while her eyes stared into the empty space of one of the cabinets at the left and the areca plant. That damned thing had been replaying in her head, finding a place in one corner whenever she tried to focus on something else. She was convinced she didn't have any nightmares with it because she hardly ever had any dreams at all.

What the hell did San mean when he said he was sorry?

He felt sorry about kissing her with no previous warning? Or was he sorry it happened?

The two knocks on the glass door broke the trance, having her blinking and lifting her head to the side of the room where that sound came from. Her eyebrows slightly frowned when she saw Jennifer carrying another big bucket of flowers, while her hand just stopped the dry tap to motion her to come in.

The bucket was a similar size than the others she had received in the previous weeks. But that one, unlike the others, had a variety of different flowers that only were similar among one another because of the pink and purple tones standing out from the green of the leaves underneath.

She wondered if she had been so focused on her own thoughts that she didn't even see Jennifer talking with the delivery man, or if she went out to look for it at reception.

As it was placed on her desk, on the small space she had made as her secretary walked towards her, she could point out the orchids, lilies and anemones, mixing so well with one another that it was almost pleasing to see -if it weren't for the fact that she still didn't know who those came from.

—No information about the sender again? —Y/n asked with no hope.

—Nothing —she shook her head, pointing at the bucket—, but I think there's a note.

She could only hope that time it was indeed San's, trying to make up for whatever text he had sent in a sudden need to apologize for his sudden apology, when flirty messages with second meaning should've started to be sent. That was why she reached for the small yellow note under one of the orchids, careful not to break any of the flowers.

"Sometimes you need to live different things to know what you want, kiss different lips to find out you've just been wasting time. And when you reach that point, you'll know it's me what you've been waiting for".

Her lips puckered in disgust, leaving the note back in the bucket before she looked up at Jennifer.

—Can you throw it away? —Y/n asked.

She had done the same with the three buckets prior to that one. It creeped her out to think about someone watching her so attentively that they knew every move she made, to the point of even congratulating her for a relationship that had only been exposed for people in the company -and that also made her believe that those flowers could be coming from someone in the office. But she always ended up being annoyed at the idea of someone just pulling up a prank at her, enjoying it every single time they imagined her uncomfortable face as she read those notes.

—You don't want to keep them?

Jennifer looked at her confused, extending her arm to the desk to pick up the bucket again. She was so confused, and it was the same expression she had the other times she was asked to do the same thing.

—Wait, can I ask you something? —Y/n stopped her before she was able to turn on her tracks.

As she nodded, Y/n motioned her to close the door to her office, so no one else would be able to hear what was going to be discussed inside. Her hand moved in the air, inviting Jennifer to walk closer to her desk so she could hear comfortably the doubt that had been going through Y/n's head since the previous night.

She had no one to discuss that with. Absolutely no one she could rant to whenever something bothered her, and it made her feel bad for her secretary to make her hear her problems as if she was her therapist. But she was the only person she had.

—Let's say... A friend was kissed by someone. Clearly, there's attraction between them two, they get on well, they're building some trust... and they kissed when they least expected it. But he said he was sorry right after kissing her. What would you make out of it?

—Miss, did someone who isn't your boyfriend kiss you? —her tone was worried, while her thin eyebrows slightly furrowed— Or... did your boyfriend apologize for kissing you?

—Huh? No, it's not about me. It happened to a friend. A friend —she repeated.

But by Jennifer's playful smile, Y/n could tell she wasn't buying it, but would play along either way to make her feel better.

—Oh —she nodded—. I mean, the most possible scenario is that the boy was scared of crossing a boundary with your friend —her shoulders shrugged, after she dropped her arms to the sides—. I guess it plays a big part if it was their first kiss or not. At least that's how I would see it.

—Hmm, right —she scratched her chin—. So you don't think the boy regrets it.

—It depends on how he apologized exactly —she tilted her head momentarily—. If your friend is doubting whether he regrets it or not, it's mostly her projecting her fears onto reality.

—Right —she repeated—. Thanks for your attention —she smiled at Jennifer—. Could you please...?

—I won't tell anyone what happened to you... your friend —she instantly corrected—. If you need anything else, let me know.

After Jennifer left her office, and she found some peace to focus back on her work, a text on her phone had her quickly rolling on the office chair to reach the device, placed on the other corner of her desk, thinking it was San. Disappointment came back to her when she saw her father's name instead.

It was Monday, it was supposed to be a chilling day, but instead she kept finding things that filled up her mind with anything but peace.

She held back from rolling her eyes as she opened the door to her father's office, and found Tim sitting in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. She was sure she was dealing with enough that morning, to be forced to deal with the pain in the ass that man was. Even his sided smile as he saw her was making her blood boil.

—Good, you were fast —her father cheered.

—Yeah... what is this about? —Y/n asked first, taking the seat next to Tim.

—Tim had an idea to get influencers to promote our cars —his tone sounded so excited that Y/n wondered what that idea could be.

—Contacting them and offering them deals? —she asked, as if it was something obvious.

It was how it always worked. Not only with influencers, but also with known people in different areas of entertainment.

—An exposition —Y/n frowned at that idea.

—An exposition? —her eyes kept shifting between the two men— What makes you believe influencers that are in their early twenties would care about a car exposition?

—Offer them music, free food and alcohol, and they all will show up shoving their phones up your face —he shrugged—. It could certainly help with the little problem you've had with sales in the past few months.

—I didn't know you were part of the Marketing team, actually —Y/n mentioned in between her teeth.

—Yet he's doing more than those lazy idiots —her father stated—. Not a single time they've come up with good ideas like that one. The head of the team has decreased their productivity even more after the two people on their team were kicked out.

—Aren't you a bit too involved in our business? —Y/n clapped back, looking at Tim— Anyone else would think you don't own your own company to apply these ideas.

—And anyone else would think this won't be your business at all in the future. Classic Cruise is my main client —he answered, pointing at her father—. Your company is the biggest one we work with. Not to mention the investment we do on it every year. It's not directly my company, but it's as if it was. You should maybe be thankful that others are doing work no one here seems to be doing.

Y/n had to bite her tongue, holding back any impulsive thought that was crossing her mind before she forced herself to relax.

—And since I gave you the idea, you should be the one taking care of it —Tim continued.

—Me? —Y/n suddenly asked.

It wasn't her area, her team had no knowledge in Marketing and events planning.

—It'll be a good way to show off that you can manage more than one area. You know, for the future —he shrugged.

If that was a trick to get her to fail and show everyone how she wasn't ready to take over the company, she was about to prove him wrong.

—Also, I think it'd be a good opportunity to present your boyfriend more formally. So think about inviting him.

What was San even going to do there? He had nothing to do with the business, not even with the sector she was working in. It all just seemed like a lame excuse to prove something she didn't want to know of.

—Unless you're broken up by then.

—Of course he will be there —Y/n answered back without giving it a second thought—. Although my love life shouldn't be the focus of anything. If this is all, I'll go back to my office. There are a lot of things I need to prepare.

And as she walked out that door, and closed herself back in her office, she realized what she had just done. Falling to Tim's provocations, she involved San into her mess again.

His body curled up tighter under the sheets as the door clicked louder when someone opened it to step inside his room. It took him just a sigh and a click of tongue to know Wooyoung was the one responsible for how it cracked for the past few days.

—Are you still here? —he opened his eyes when he saw the big bulge under the blanket.

San was covered from head to toe, thinking that'd give him the invisibility he needed, and that he was craving.

—Don't you have to go to class today? —Wooyoung asked, standing in front of his bed.

—Yeah, but I'm not feeling well —he whined.

The main reason: his own stupidity.

Why did he even send that text? He thought she'd reply back, or that she'd say anything. But, instead, she just left him on read. He had seen her online several times throughout the day, yet she didn't answer back a single time.

—You aren't feeling well? —Wooyoung's eyebrows raised in surprise.

It wasn't like San wasn't bound to get sick, but out of all those years they had been living together, he hadn't seen him getting so sick to skip a class.

It actually was that big of a deal.

—What's wrong? Do you need anything? —he stepped closer to the bed— I could go out to buy some medicine.

—Can you buy something to cure how dumb I am? —San asked, moving under the blankets to lie on his back.

Wooyoung looked around confused, not understanding where that reaction was coming from. The most logical idea would be to link it to the gathering he attended on Sunday, but even when they saw him right after, he looked happy and satisfied. He walked around as if he had won the lottery, before he closed himself inside his room.

—What?

Wooyoung pulled from the sheets, instantly uncovering San. His body moved to the side, resting on his side so his back would be facing Wooyoung.

—I thought you were seriously sick —his friend complained—. What the hell is wrong with you?

—That's what I've been asking myself since last night —he mumbled.

Wooyoung was left even more confused after that answer, surprised by San's reaction to his question. He was indeed feeling low in energy for some reason.

—Is it about yesterday? —Wooyoung dared to ask— Didn't it turn out well? When you came it seemed like everything went well.

But he didn't know if she had been told something from her family and friends after she came back home, and later communicated that to San. And it wouldn't really surprise him if that was the case. Those things just happened, and there was no way to avoid them.

—It did —he nodded—. But I did something so stupid...

—About Y/n?

His black head moved, visibly nodding, while Wooyoung just waited for San to take his time and speak up. She was his first girlfriend, so it wasn't a surprise he'd react this way at the smallest inconvenience.

—You can tell me. I'm here to help you —he encouraged, sitting on the edge of the bed.

—Really? —San looked at him over his shoulder.

—Really —he nodded.

San carefully rolled on the bed, facing his friend before he sat up on the mattress.

—Let's say I said something, and I'm not sure I should have —he started—. I just overthought what happened, and thought it was the best thing to say, but now I realize I'm a dumbass for it.

At that point, Wooyoung just looked at him expecting the worst.

—We kissed, right? But it was because she told me to take risks, and be more sporadic. And I was —he started rambling—. I kissed her. But the kiss was so bad that I felt bad after thinking about it here. Like seriously, I wasn't at her level and I probably disappointed her. And I felt like apologizing for it.

—You didn't apologize for kissing her, didn't you?

In the wide silence, Wooyoung found his answer.

—Did she look like she didn't like it? Did she tell you anything?

San thought about it for a few seconds, remembering the way she held onto him tighter with every move of their lips, and how she sucked on his mouth like she didn't want to let go. She didn't tell him she didn't like it, she didn't show she didn't like it. Her smile and their chemistry reaching a whole new level kind of proved she did like it.

But somewhere in his head, after he came back home and thought about it, made him believe that, not only he crossed a boundary, he crossed it to give her nothing. Y/n was kind, of course she wouldn't make it obvious she didn't like it.

—Fucking idiot, why? —he hit his arm— You've been dating her for a month and apologized for kissing her?

—It was a bad kiss.

—Did she tell you? —Wooyoung asked— Or did she seem like she wanted to move away? Choi San, you're so stupid it amazes me. How do you tell your girlfriend you're sorry for kissing her? Maybe that kiss wasn't even bad.

—She left me on read.

—Of course she did —Wooyoung stood up—. She's probably confused about why you're saying you're sorry for kissing her. Didn't you think it'd be weird?

It took him a few seconds to realize in his mind it was different from Wooyoung's. To his friend, they were talking about his girlfriend, someone with whom he had probably built up some level of trust. But in reality, and in San's head, Y/n was a girl he liked, and then ghosted, and then forced into pretending to be his girlfriend, only to drag her into a bigger issue where she needed him to pretend to be her boyfriend.

It probably would be easier to get advice from him if he knew the truth.

—You know what you should do? —Wooyoung suggested, getting up from the bed— Meet up with her, talk it out and kiss her to make up for that bad kiss and your dramatic ass. I can't believe you really did that —he huffed.

—Should I? —San puckered his lips, looking at his phone.

—Yes! Also... I was going to do the laundry, do you have anything I need to clean?

It wasn't a surprise Wooyoung was there in the morning. His job gave him the chance to work from home a few times a week, but he didn't know he always took the chance that he and Mingi were gone to clean the house.

—No —he shook his head.

Wooyoung was getting ready to step out of the room again, only to stop at the door frame to turn to him again.

—By the way, after you make up with her, ask her if she wants to come with us to Cape Cod —Wooyoung suggested— Meghan thought it'd be good to go camping this weekend, so the girls also get to know Y/n.

Yeosang's girlfriend was always the one planning all those big trips among the friend group whenever someone new showed up, in order to make them feel included. It happened with Jongho's and Yunho's girlfriends, so it wasn't going to be any different with Y/n.

After Wooyoung left the room, San was left back alone, staring at his locked phone before he slid his finger through the screen to turn it on. Her chat was the first thing that showed up on it as soon as it was unlocked, feeling upset at himself when he saw that text again.

"Sorry for kissing you earlier"

He could've explained further, he would have sounded less cold. Wooyoung was right, he needed to talk with Y/n.

Y/n: Can you meet later today?

It was almost as if he had been manifesting that text, surprised at how it popped up on his screen even before he planned to start typing.

San: Sure. I also was going to ask you to meet up.

Now both of their doubts were: what exactly did the other want to meet up for?

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Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 6

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 14 minutes

As San calmly turned to Wooyoung, Y/n analyzed his body, slowly realizing how obvious it actually was that the man next to her was the man she'd be working for. That dominant and intimidating aura, the expensive white shirt almost hidden under the black vest that looked like the staff's uniform in the hotel... She felt so stupid for not noticing San being right in front of her before she started ranting about him.

She only had one chance to get a good first impression. It was the only thing that genuinely worried her, and what kept her mind busy during the flight. And she ruined it with just a phone call.

San looked at Wooyoung, who was sitting across from him. His eyes were anywhere but on his friend, avoiding the judging look he was giving him after he realized the consequences of allowing him to do something as important as choosing an employee. He wasn't intimidated by him though, there was no way Wooyoung could ever feel scared of San to the point of instinctively looking away not to look at him. He was consciously ignoring him because checking whether their coffees would be coming or not was more interesting.

—I know I'm pretty. But play it cool, can you? —Wooyoung teased him, finally looking back at him.

—When I told you I wanted someone new in the business, I meant someone whom I could mold into what I needed, not someone who lacked common sense in every single sense —San hissed.

—She's smart and witty —he finally turned to his friend, slightly turning his body as he changed the position of his legs, moving the left over the right one—. You should've seen her in that interview —Wooyoung scoffed—. I haven't seen someone as brutally honest as you, and even less in her position.

—Yeah, I got a glimpse of how brutally honest she is.

The words slid through his clenched teeth, remembering the way she was referring to him, and how she complained about the conditions of her new position, or his attitude towards new employees.

He was a freak, he was demanding... But where the hell did she get that he was a fat old man out of those little details? It somehow offended him, because of the basic and effortless logic she was using to get to her own conclusions. She related someone's personality to the way they looked, and that alone showed him how mentally immature she probably was.

—You didn't even give her a chance —Wooyoung insisted.

—I have no choice but to do it, thanks to you —San replied—. I should've known I couldn't trust you to do this.

—You, watch out for what you say —his finger raised up to him—. At least I managed to find you someone. If it had been up to you, you'd still be looking for a person to fill up that vacancy.

San's eyes rolled, before they got lost somewhere in the room for a few seconds. As much as he hated to admit it, Wooyoung was the only reason he was finally able to say he had a secretary to look after all of his schedules and documents that were starting to be a headache for him.

—Why didn't you let her say more than just two words before though? —San inquired, squinting his eyes as they moved back to his friend.

—I did that? —his lips puckered, and his eyebrows raised, as his index pointed at himself.

—Don't play dumb —he interrupted—. You know damn well you did. Why? That's the question.

At first, San guessed it was because he didn't want her to turn the situation even more uncomfortable than it already was. Letting her escape and get ready was a way of giving her time to prepare and mentalize what she was going to say and how she was going to act on that first day, and Wooyoung didn't even allow him to see how that girl behaved at sudden unexpected situations.

—Well, I thought there would be a small miscommunication between you two —he scratched his nape nervously—. But nothing that can't be solved in a matter of time, with a lot of hard work.

—Can't you just tell me what's up? —he insisted, placing one of his hands over the table.

—Well, she isn't the best at Korean —he tried to make it sound better than it was.

—Why? Her pronunciation is off? If that's it, I wouldn't have made a big deal about it —San shrugged— I know I might seem an asshole to everybody, but I'm understanding in general.

—It's a problem with her pronunciation, her grammar, her vocabulary... It's Korean as a whole.

—Wooyoung, I swear if it is what's crossing my mind right now... Trust me, you'll want to be taken back to London —he threatened.

—She understands most of the words —Wooyoung lied—, she's able to read and write it, but she's awful at speaking it —he confessed.

—So she just doesn't know Korean at all —he huffed—. And you brought her here? Tell me you didn't sign the contract already.

Wooyoung forced a nervous smile, trying to appel to San's soft side by pretending to be nervous over the situation when, actually, he was pretty much calm and satisfied about how everything was turning out.

—Do you realize that now I can't even fire her because of her communication sinkhole? —San grunted— She could defend herself by saying we all were fine with her not knowing Korean when she signed the contract, what the fuck were you thinking about?

—I thought about the fact that barely anyone in Korea wants to work for a hotel that was in one of the biggest scandals in Seoul, and whose theme doesn't really seem appealing for anyone outside of it —Wooyoung snapped back—, which left us with poor candidates that no one wants. And the ones in Europe weren't any better —he huffed—. You should've read the resumes I've seen, and the interviews I've had, despite some of them speaking Korean. Y/n was one of the best. And it isn't like a language can't be learnt and improved.

—Doesn't speak Korean, isn't careful with her mouth, is there anything else I need to know before I have to carry her around? —San barked— She should be of help, instead of becoming a bigger burden for me.

As she approached them, Y/n could read through San's body language how unhappy he was about whatever it was he was discussing with Wooyoung. Being in that lame office in Youth, where people wouldn't ever communicate, made her an expert in what people were able to communicate through their bodies -or, more like, unable to control. They were speaking in Korean, so it wasn't like she'd understand much even if she stood a meter away from their table.

She was able to grasp a feminine pronoun, the verb "to be" and the word burden; with all of them being put in the context she was in, she managed to understand what the conversation was about pretty fast.

Shyly, and before the conversation scaled any higher, she hawked, having the two men turning to her. San didn't even pretend that he was glad to see her, while Wooyoung turned to her with a smile before getting up from his chair to walk up to her.

—Ah, there you are —he got up.

As she saw him approaching her, Y/n instantly thought that he'd probably guide her to the table, although he just stepped towards her to settle some safe distance between him and San before he spoke again.

—I bet you'll do great —he assured her—. Ignore him if he gets too grumpy —he commented to the down low—.

—Don't dare to do this —San warned him in Korean.

—You'll be in good hands —Wooyoung assured—. Hope you really like your first day. Don't get too stressed, bye —he ignored every single attempt San made to stop him from running away from the issue he created, with all of his intimidating gazes and warning tones going completely useless for his friend.

She moved uncomfortably, forcing the tiny smile, at least to keep her lips curving slightly, while her hands were tangled in her lower stomach. It was even more difficult when San's eyes moved from Wooyoung's silhouette in the distance to her, not showing any type of expression.

—I want to apologize for earlier —she spoke first, thinking those words would make the air between lighter—. I shouldn't have said those things, and it's not like l meant them either.

—You didn't? —he raised his eyebrow, making his expression seem even rougher— You seemed pretty much convinced that I should go to the therapist. So you're telling me you say those things without thinking about them?

Oh, he wasn't going to be easy.

—I just think it was a bad start, and it shouldn't determine the type of relationship we'll have from now and onwards —she whispered.

—I don't let those things determine how I view a professional —San answered, getting comfortable in his chair—, their actions and work do. Just like that wrinkle in your sleeve is showing off you didn't plan your first day as carefully as you should have.

Y/n frowned, carefully lifting her arm enough so it wouldn't be too obvious she was looking at it, while also moving it up to a height where she'd be able to see that flaw he pointed out through the corner of her eye.

She washed that blouse before she packed it, and it wasn't like she was carrying around a clothes iron. She damned the soft pink tint of the fabric, that made it that detail even more obvious through the darker tone of the shades.

A hawk cleared the air again, coming from the top of her mouth as she lowered her arm again, trying to hide it behind her body.

—Decaffeinated Americano, with one spoon of sugar —San said out of nowhere.

—Oh no, thank you —Y/n shook her head with a smile—. I ate something on my way here.

San looked confused at the way she declined the information he was giving her, mistaking the start of her training as a gesture of sympathy on his side.

—I wasn't offering it to you —he quickly cleared up—. It's what I always have, and something you should memorize if you're going to work for me. I want a cup on my desk every morning, as soon as your shift starts.

She was fighting her own body from reacting to the embarrassment she put herself in, starting to feel the way her cheeks lighted up and felt warmer with the passing of seconds. Of course he wouldn't offer coffee to her, when the first thing he noticed was that her shirt wasn't ironed after flying for more than twelve hours.

—Wooyoung told me you'd be the one telling me when my shift starts and ends —she started—. I don't...

—Eight in the morning —he sighed, interrupting her before she could finish her sentence—, and you finish at six. Unless I need you here for something —he let her know, slowly getting up from his chair.

So that meant she should be in his office at quarter to eight, and leave at quarter past six, considering Wooyoung advised her to always be earlier than San.

—You know no Korean at all? —his eyes squinted at her— Nevermind, follow me.

He didn't bother showing her the hotel, or introducing her to any of the staff they walked past as she struggled to follow him from one side to the other of the reception. San stopped when they reached one of the elevators, walking past it towards the arch across from it. It wasn't a long corridor, and there weren't many doors, but Y/n could tell that area was more dedicated towards administration and everything else that had nothing to do with the customer service side of every hotel.

The walls were made out of glass, but it was opaque. She could distinguish some shapes, but she couldn't tell what they were until he opened the white door to step inside before her. It was a small room, but big -considering there was only one table. It didn't have much furniture, it actually seemed more like a reception by the way the crystal desk was positioned facing the door they came from, almost working as a barrier from the other white door placed next to it.

Probably San's office was right behind it.

—You'll work here —he announced—. That's your desk, that's your computer. Anything else you might need, send me an e-mail about it and I'll tell Mingi to give it to you.

Mingi... She had heard that name before. She was sure it was the boy Wooyoung told her would help her on her first few days.

—You aren't allowed inside my office unless I tell you —he warned her—. It's one basic rule, so I hope I won't have to repeat myself in a few days —he let her know—. Wooyoung told me your Korean is bad, so I need you to take lessons and learn the language as soon as possible. Every week your level will be tested. In case there's no improvement... Well, there will be consequences. But I doubt we'll have to even get there. And, clearly, if you show no interest in learning, you're out.

He had no time to waste it on someone that he didn't even pick.

Y/n gulped thick at how cold his stare was, freezing her soul by just moving his eyes through hers.

—Mingi will come to explain to you how things work —San commented, poking one of his hands inside the pocket of his pants—. If you have any doubt, ask him. Meanwhile, sit still and don't touch anything that you don't know how it works.

Her eyes followed the gray blazer once it crossed her camp of vision, admiring his wide back before he closed the door to his office behind him. He wasn't what she expected... he probably was worse. After he left the room, she finally felt relieved enough to let out all the air that was piling up in her lungs since they entered the room.

She could already tell it'd be difficult to get herself a place there, San wouldn't make it easy for her. He should've been the one helping her with her doubts, and with everything that she needed to learn. It wasn't like he'd need to teach her every single little thing, but she thought it'd have been better if he had taken the time to talk a bit more with her, instead of locking himself inside his office without aiming a single word at her.

Her slips were slightly pressed against one another, encouraging herself to knock on that door, but stopping herself because she didn't want to make things more difficult on her first day. She was sure she'd be able to talk to him more in the next few days.

Two knocks behind her made her body turn, finding a tall man -that almost reached the upper frame of the door, smiling at her as he bowed in her direction.

—Y/n, right? —he pointed at her, with both of his eyebrows raised— I'm Mingi. My English isn't really good, so just take it easy with me.

—Well, I'm the one who should know Korean, so I'm in no place to judge —she giggled.

What the hell did they drink in that hotel, and why did every man she came across looked better than the one before?

—You'll learn it fast, don't worry —he shook his hand in the air, walking up to her— Who gave you the job?

As he asked that question, he walked past her, picking up one of the chairs in front of her new desk to place it next to what would be her chair.

—Wooyoung —she commented.

—Ah, yeah, it makes sense —he nodded, looking at her through the lenses of his glasses—. We all kinda made bets about this —he lowered his voice in a whisper—, hardly anyone bet for San. But I did. And now I see that I shouldn't have.

—Do you want me to say it was San the one who chose me? —she jokingly asked, leaning a bit in his direction.

—If you do that for me, I'll tell you everything you need to know about him —he nodded—. And I mean everything you will need to know. But not now —sitting in the chair he had moved, Mingi offered her her new seat.

The computer started when she sat in front of it. Moving back, and placing the keyboard and the mouse closer to Mingi, she allowed him to take full control of the devices as he explained everything she officially needed to know.

Her head was closer to blowing towards the end of the evening. It had been just three hours, but she was sure the intensive class seemed like three days instead. She was shown all the databases she'd work on every once in a long while, all the tools she'd need to use, the phone numbers that were saved, and the way she should reply to each one of them -although those things were written in Korean. Mingi also took the time to show her how the most important application worked, to make sure she wouldn't screw it the second she had to check San's schedule for anything that needed her to check it.

—I don't know if they had explained it to you, but you shouldn't worry about food, water or anything that you might need. They give us a 50% discount on the restaurant, tomorrow we could give it a try —he suggested—. I bet you'll love it.

—Yeah, why not? —she smiled.

She wondered how someone as distant and cold as San had people like Wooyoung and Mingi around him, it was something that escaped her comprehension.

The door clicked behind them, showing off a serious San walking past them before Mingi spoke to him in Korean.

—You're leaving already?

—Yeah —he nodded—. See you tomorrow.

Her lips puckered in rage, annoyed at the fact that he didn't even look at her as he said goodbye to Mingi, who didn't wait a second more to get up from the chair to place it back where it was, smiling wide at her.

—It's already the end of your shift —he announced to her—. You can go back home. Or, I guess, you're staying in a room for now.

—Oh, I know —she stopped—. I'll stay a bit longer.

—You should enjoy the fact that he has left at this time, instead of staying longer. You might regret staying longer today in a few weeks.

She didn't know him for long, but Mingi for sure wasn't the best at cheering people up.

The next day was her real first day, and she wanted to keep a basic knowledge of everything he had explained to her. She reviewed all the tools as the light in the room went slowly darker with each passing hour, even if there was no natural light sneaking inside her office. She got familiar with every tool, she translated the small guides Mingi had shown her, so she'd be able to understand what she was saying... She guessed that, since she was lacking in some aspects, she for sure needed to make her good sides speak louder.

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Anti-romantic || JJk | Ch. 14

Pairings: Boxer!Jungkook x fem!reader || Enemies to lovers, neighbors

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, curse, illegal boxing, violence

Warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook x reader, smut, dirty talk, curse, mention of tarot and fate

And maybe that was exactly what got him into the big problem he was in.

At least that was what he thought at first.

There was no way she could take him seriously.

Aprox. time of reading: 13 minutes

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Y/n attempted to roll her eyes as soon as she saw Jungkook getting out of his apartment at the same time she was planning to leave. It almost was as if he was waiting for her to leave.

—3A, where are you going looking so good? —he teased her.

She was wearing one of those floral dresses that were tied up at the front, and that had a skirt so light it'd probably be the easiest to lift it up. She usually only wore jeans and shirts to work, so that new outfit got him wondering where she could be going.

—Work —she huffed—. I have an interview with the city's mayor for a shared report —she stopped as she became aware of how much she was sharing with him—. Why am I even telling you this? Get lost.

—You're always so rude for no reason —he mentioned as he approached her, resting his shoulder on the wooden frame of the elevator—. I thought you'd start treating me better after I agreed on helping you with the article.

—You've done too many wrongdoings for me to forget about it only because of the article.

—Last time I checked you did them just as much as I did —he stopped her—. Shouldn't I be as angry as you are?

—Please, be —she clicked on the button of the elevator—. It'd be great if you just approached me for the article.

—That wasn't what you were saying the other night...

—Shh —she quickly turned to him—. I'll geld you if you bring it up again.

—You must hate having a good time. No wonder you're so bitter and sad.

—That's right. Now leave me alone with my bitterness and sadness —she replied back.

She thought she'd escape the walking temptation Jungkook was in when she stepped inside the elevator, but he sneaked inside before she could react to it and push him out again. He was making things so difficult first thing in the morning, she wondered if he ate crack for breakfast to have that level of energy so early.

Jungkook looked down at her, aware of the way her eyes kept shifting towards the buttons at her left, desperately trying to keep her eyes away from him and trying not to make any eye contact that could unchain another bickering.

She seemed so difficult, but at the same time he could bet she was so easy. The previous times it only took him an intimate surrounding and some heated bickering before she gave in.

If he moved the tip of his finger through her neck, would she move her neck to the side to allow him to brush her hair back and expose that area so he could kiss it? And if that happened, would she allow him to move down that light skirt to sneak his hand inside and let his fingers meet up with that glorious place he was sinking in not even two nights back? The image of her squirming to his touch, trying to control herself was driving him insane. But having it slowly escalate to him pinning her against the wall, and making out with her in the lewdest way possible was a growing need that he needed to erase from his brain.

She didn't do anything other than just being there. She didn't talk or look at him the few seconds they lasted in the elevator. Yet he was bringing out his most animalistic instincts.

Perhaps... why was he craving her that bad? It shouldn't even have happened the second time. What the hell was going on?

Y/n frowned at how Jungkook looked so stiff all of a sudden, seeing his panicked expression through his reflection on the mirror on her left.

He thought it'd be over, Jungkook was convinced he'd move on from the grip she had on him after they had sex the second time, but it only got him to want her even more. And with that same expression, he escaped the elevator as soon as its door opened, without even saying goodbye.

—Decent people say goodbye, you freak! —Y/n called him out, not even getting him to turn back to her— What the fuck is wrong with him?

He was the one constantly being a pain in the ass, and the one who sneaked inside the elevator, yet he escaped and ran away as if she had the most contagious illness. Who could ever understand him? Not her, and it wasn't like she wanted to either.

She was so consumed by her thoughts, so annoyed by Jungkook's attitude, that she didn't bother to look up when she collided against someone. A "sorry" came out of her lips, at the same time she was determined to follow her way to the station.

—Y/n?

That voice...

Kyle Robson was right in front of her, with a surprised expression that she quickly mirrored when she confirmed it was actually him. He looked exactly the same way he did a few months back, before they lost contact because she didn't want to go any further with him, and he was determined on winning her over again after they broke up a little too many times.

Just thinking about all the time it took her to move on from that toxic on and off relationship made her internally squirm.

—It's so nice to see you —he smiled at her, poking one of his hands inside the pocket of his pants—. I see you're still living in the area.

It wasn't like she had any other choices to move out.

—Yeah, yeah —she nodded—. What about you? What are you doing here?

Unless he moved out, it was weird seeing him there. He belonged to one of the most crowded areas in Chicago, and she knew it by the way he refused to barely make a move to visit her there when they were dating.

—I came to see a friend.

Nice, now her self-esteem was starting to reach a new low. Even after she moved on from him, she managed to feel offended by his words.

He made Jungkook seem like an angel.

Wait... why did she even bring up Jungkook? His ass was everywhere even when she didn't want to think about him.

—I thought you had it difficult to get here —she barked back, unable to hide the pettiness in her tone as she replayed the same excuse he gave her years back.

—It's... —he nervously laughed— he was the one who drove me here.

He was really that dumb that he probably wouldn't know how to make something as simple as Google Maps work.

—Where are you going?

—To work —she simply said.

—Are you still working at that newspaper? —he hopefully asked.

Of course he remembered that. It was their middle ground whenever they met months back. If they wanted to see each other, he always made sure she was in the office to pick her up and take her back to his place.

—Yeah, and I'm already late, so...

—Wait —his fingers softly hooked her forearm before she could step away—, do you want to meet for a coffee or something? It was nice seeing you, and I'd like to catch up with your life.

It always started that way whenever they saw each other after breaking up. He offered to have a quick chat, they connected somehow, and later she ended up tangled in his bed, naked and with a single pinch of dignity as she hid herself under the covers.

It was such a poisoned cycle that she felt free when she ended it up for good five months back.

—Just in a friendly way —he assured her—. I could pick you up at work one of these days.

—It's not necessary —she stepped back.

But maybe a little distraction was exactly what she needed to get her stupid neighbor out of her head, and all of the unconscious thoughts she had throughout the day. Probably the fact that she was so busy with her work and those boxing parties kept her from meeting new people, to the point of recurring to the same annoying person that would brag on her face how she crawled back as soon as they met on their shared landing.

And it wasn't like she'd actually sleep with Kyle.

—I'll send you a place where we could meet later today, if you want —she answered—. Do you still have the same phone number?

—Yeah —he quickly nodded—. I'll wait for your text, then!

Jimin entered the office, just to find Jungkook sitting at the edge of the desk while he stared frustrated at his own phone, which was quite unusual. They had known each other for years, and his friend had always been the type to ignore any type of connection through social media, texts or even calls.

He always moved better in real life.

But that day his eyes were fixed on the screen, with both hands holding the small device while his frown deepened with every second that went by.

Reopening his Tinder profile wasn't something he was planning. In fact, the day he created an account he only did it to find out what was all the fuss about with that app, only to find out it was similar to what he found in real life, with the only difference that those women were miles away, and most of them weren't even looking forward to meet up with him in real life.

It was a waste of time.

Jimin curiously looked over his shoulder, seeing the way the pictures changed as his friend scrolled left and right.

—The big Jeon Jungkook is using Tinder? —Jimin mocked him— I knew there was something off with you when you started showing up here at eight in the morning, but a Tinder account is going beyond my expectations.

—I'm just testing it —he excused himself, not moving his eyes up to his friend—. Capitalism has fucked everyone, because why the fuck do I need to pay to see who's interested in me? Huh? It's so annoying.

—I mean... that's where Tinder gets benefits from —Jimin shrugged—. Although it's not like you really need it. You're the first person I've seen that's able to get a girl's attention by just saying a word.

—Who says I'm using it because I need it? I said I was just testing it —he excused himself—. I don't need it.

He did need it though. At least for the short while that trance with Y/n lasted.

—Whatever —Jimin rolled his eyes—, there's a woman asking about you outside.

And said woman wasn't Y/n, even if he hoped it was. Jimin knew her, so he'd have said she was the one asking about him, instead of referring to a random person.

He sees Y/n coming back later than usual with her lipstick completely messed. If it was again that insurance commercial that bothered him not even two weeks back...

Jungkook was thinking of everything he'd tell the person outside if it was anyone he wasn't interested in seeing. He had enough money to pay the rent, survive and keep the business, anything else was a privilege he couldn't afford to have.

After huffing and saving his phone in the back pocket of his pants, he walked outside the small office and crossed the short corridor that led to the rest of the gym. He could see the silhouette of a tall well-dressed woman, who certainly didn't seem like she was there to train. Jungkook's steps suddenly became slower when she moved her left arm to her side, letting him see a bracelet he recognized almost instantly -and that he hoped was only a coincidence.

He didn't understand how she had the audacity to show up there, wearing a bracelet his father gifted to her, after everything she did to the both of them.

—What are you doing here?

It was shocking for him to see how those ten years away from each other fell on her, making her look completely different from what he remembered. The wrinkles in her face were a bit more marked, her usual long hair was chopped to her shoulders while also losing the glow it had when he was younger.

It just made him aware of how long it had been since he last saw her. Younger, selfish, and completely self-absorbed.

—I told you I needed to talk with you —she insisted.

—And I think I told you I have nothing to talk with you —he snapped back, resting his hands on his hips.

Yun Hee was also aware of the way years went through her son, giving him a manlier and more mature aura than he had when she last saw him. It didn't matter how many piercings he added to his face and ears, or how many tattoos he inked on the skin of his arms, his rounded face still remained the same as when he was sixteen, even if his big doe eyes squinted at her with disgust.

—How did you know how to find me?

—I searched you up on Instagram, and the location of this place appeared in some of your posts. I guessed you were working here...

—Well, those guesses should've taken you to the point of "If someone says they don't want to see you around them, don't go where they are". I think it's common sense.

—It was the only way...

—To what? —he tilted his head— I thought I was clear when I told you I don't care about anything that has something to do with you. It was all over the second you went out that door. You didn't care about dad or I, so why should I care about you or what you have to say now? Does it have something to do with me? Is it something that affects me?

—N... no —she shook her head.

—Then save it up because I don't wanna hear it. And don't show your face in front of me again —he roughly asked—. I really don't want to do anything I'll regret. Got it?

After clicking his tongue, he didn't allow his mother to say anything else. He didn't want to know, he didn't want to hear it. He had been doing great the past ten years, it took him so long to get over everything she destroyed, he didn't need her to do any of that back again.

—If she comes asking for me again —he told Jimin, stepping inside the office again—, tell her I'm not here even if I am. Unless you want to deal with the consequences.

Jimin had seen his friend in all sorts of moods, in different situations, but it was never as serious as angry as that day. And he didn't want to know how serious he actually was about it. At the end of the day, whatever problem he had with that woman was his business, and he had no reason to stand in between to try to understand it.

Jungkook dragged his feet up the last two steps of the stairs, resting his head heavily against his door as he pouted.

It was the first time that happened to him, and he couldn't believe in what moment it all escaped his control.

That girl was basically ready for him, he had the chance to have an amazing night, and he ruined it by pushing her away after he imagined Y/n's for a quick second. He stepped on the floor, annoyed, kicking the ground before he started whining.

What the hell was wrong with him? Y/n was like a curse which he had no control over, she was ruling everything in... Right, the curse.

But among all the girls in the world, Y/n was really the one who would be punishing him? Seriously? The universe had to be joking if she was the karma he was supposed to face.

He certainly was tripping.

Shortly after he stepped inside his apartment, he heard the bell of the elevator stopping at his floor, having him faking pretending how much he didn't care about who it could be when he realized how fast he moved back to the door to check through the peephole. He moved quickly when he recognized her figure and the same dress she was wearing that morning, stepping outside his place to pretend he was just getting out.

—Oh, 3A, we see each other again —he chuckled.

—Unfortunately —she commented under her breath.

—How was the interview?

He asked that question to hide the fact of how annoyed he was over her pink lipstick being completely smudged, surprising the corners and the outlines of her lips. She for sure had an amazing interview by the looks of her messy hair and fucked up make up.

—Good —she mentioned.

—I can tell. Did you use your mouth too much? —he bitterly asked, raising his eyebrows.

Y/n looked at him confused, standing by her door, when he pointed at his own lips with his index. Her hand slowly covered her mouth, moving her thumb and index on the surroundings of her lips to find the sticky product somewhere other than her lips. She was so busy running away from the fact that she kissed Kyle out of desperation to feel attracted to someone else, that she didn't even care about her looks because she didn't expect to come across anyone on the way from the entrance to her house.

—You don't need to lie to me —he giggled—. I'm not the jealous type, so I don't really mind if you make out with someone else. I don't care about sharing.

But he did. He really did. Why was his blood boiling just after imagining Y/n kissing another guy?

—I din't cir ibit shiring —she mocked him—. I didn't lie. I had the interview, but then I met with someone and... Why am I giving you any explanations? —she stopped herself— Get lost —she repeated the same phrase she said in the morning.

Jungkook found himself in between the stairs and his door, groaning out of frustration before he stepped back inside his apartment. He needed to pay a quick visit to the tarot reader before things got out of his control.

Taglist: @jk97bam @ttanniett

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armpirate · 11 days

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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 14

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.

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Aprox. time of reading: 20 minutes

Y/n: I already arrived!

San: Nice

San: By the way, sorry for the way Mingi showed up

San: He sometimes doesn't know how to read the room.

San: He doesn't know when he's interrupting others

Y/n: What did he interrupt tho?

She clearly knew what he meant. The environment in her car was too heavy not to know, and she was sure she'd have given in if Mingi hadn't reached her car to greet them. She liked his friends, but at that moment she was hating him with a passion.

It was funny messing with San, waiting for him to come up with an answer as he typed, and stopped, a few times before actually sending anything.

Y/n: Were you planning on doing anything?

San: Huh? No, of cuorse not.

San: Nevrmind

San: Have a good night!

He typed so fast, that he didn't even stop to double check whether there were any typos or not. He was so desperate to find an escape, that he didn't care about anything else.

Wooyoung huffed at the way San was hysterically shaking his leg at the corner of his eye, making his whole body squirm as he tried to hold back from calling him out for the constant move.

He was getting on his nerves.

—Can you stay still? You're making me want to rip that leg out of you —Mingi finally interrupted, huffing as he leaned to look straight at San.

—Gosh, you already met her father. You already went through the worst part. What's the big deal? —Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

The big deal was that it wasn't going to be a two against one like the last time, it'd be them two against absolutely everyone who attended the barbeque. One wrong word, one weird move, and they both would be done.

He couldn't disappoint Y/n that way.

—Just stay glued to Y/n if the problem is meeting new people —Mingi suggested, shrugging his shoulders—. I doubt she'll be annoyed with that.

—What if I'm left alone?

He didn't think about it when he agreed to show up at her father's house; that thought didn't cross his mind until Y/n mentioned it a few days back.

—Act like you're in a job interview —Wooyoung shrugged.

—But he's never been in a job interview —Mingi answered for him, confused at that advice.

—I know, I was going to explain myself before you interrupted —momentarily, he turned to Mingi, who instantly sat back in his seat, before he continued—. Keep a neutral face, don't talk. Just wait for the questions, and answer what they ask.

—You do that in job interviews? —Mingi interrupted again— Isn't that the opposite of what you should do? I've always been told you should speak and keep it as dynamic as possib...

—Who has a stable job, and who's an intern? —Wooyoung asked to get back at him, getting complete silence on his side— That's what I thought.

With that advice in his mind, San hopped in Y/n's car as soon as she sent a text to let him know she was there. On their way to her parents' house, his head was a bundle of different thoughts and tips, confused at how he should be behaving, except for the main information Y/n asked him to remember in case he was asked.

It'd be just that day. She only needed him to make as much as possible that afternoon, and then they'd break up.

He was definitely able to do that for her.

Y/n looked at him as she drove, hearing him answer back to all of her questions that were testing him. She was calm, it was only another day in her office personality, with all those same people she faked it for, but she was worried that it'd be a bit harder for San.

—I like your jacket —her comment worked to make some of that pressure vanish, making him raise his eyebrows surprised as he touched the zip of his black bomber—. Not the t-shirt though, I bet the whole outfit would look better without it.

It took her a second to realize what she said, suddenly stopping to press her lips together and try to correct herself. She wanted to say she hated that blue navy Patriots shirt with her whole soul, and it ended up sounding like she was hoping to see him shirtless. Although, after seeing him in that dressing room, she wouldn't really mind it.

His cheeks started burning after that comment, which he knew wasn't with that double intention he thought of almost instantly. It wasn't the idea of being shirtless in front of her, but that sweet and casual compliment coming from her.

—It's right, though? —he tried to know, looking down at himself.

Since it was a barbeque, he chose to keep it his style, mixing his style with that mature vibe she wanted from him. He wasn't quite sure the mix of jeans, team t-shirt and black bomber were a good mix.

—Hmm yeah —she quickly nodded—. What would you wear for a barbeque if it isn't that?

Just like him, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket. They'd be completely twinning if it wasn't for the horrendous Patriots shirt she thought he was wearing. It almost seemed like they did it on purpose.

San just looked around after silence slowly invaded the small space of her car, appreciating how beautiful the brown leaves looked on the trees that surrounded the road. He loved that kind of chilly weather, it always helped him to zone out as he went back to visit his parents at the outskirts of Boston.

Y/n turn right, getting inside one thinner road that allowed him to see the big house after she drove for a few meters past the tall trees that kept it hidden. He wasn't expecting the cozy familiar house that his parents had, but he also wasn't expecting that big palace, with a Victorian style.

Her car surrounded the small garden right at the entrance, managing to park her car in front of the few steps that led to the entrance of the place.

—Hey —she called him, aware of the small details that gave out how panicked he suddenly was feeling—. Just be yourself, and say what we talked about —her hand found a spot right at his knee—. They won't mess with you as long as I'm there.

Her joke seemed tougher for him, as she gave him one last skin over his jeans, making his skirt jump so high that he thought it'd escape his throat at any time, feeling relieved when she moved it away.

Before they started their way to the house, Y/n stopped next to him, offering her hand to him, opening and closing her fingers so he'd understand what she wanted. It was a tiny smile, almost imperceptible, but his eyes slightly squinted with that small curve, encouraging her to move her hand to his and intertwine their fingers together.

—We can do this —she assured him.

—We can do this.

His hand felt so warm as it covered hers, that it gave her that little push she needed to start walking. Unlike what he first thought, Y/n surrounded the house, following the stone trail on the side that led to the backyard.

His stomach squeezed at the sound of several masculine and deep laughs from afar, and the smell of braised meat.

It was real. They were actually doing that.

Her hand squeezed his the same way he tried to give support to her, trying to let him know that she was there whatever he needed -and whatever bothered him-, before they turned the corner and met with the big group of people reunited around the table.

—Here they are! —her father mentioned, excitedly.

They only let go of each other's grip when she moved to greet her father and mother, giving them a warm hug before she went back to standing next to San. Her father looked more relaxed and approachable, and it probably was because he wasn't wearing that three piece suit. Instead, his outfit was similar to the one San was wearing, with the only exception being the jacket that Harry wasn't wearing. Her mother looked elegant, but not because of her clothes. Her aura. As she approached him after her father shook his hand, her mother gave him a welcoming hug.

—I'd love to say my daughter was the one I heard about you from, but it was actually my husband the one who talked non-stop about you.

—Mom —Y/n scolded her.

—Come here, I'll introduce you to everyone.

It was incredible what football could do in the way people behaved around each other. From being skeptical of her relationship, to totally being all over San after they found out they both supported the Patriots to death.

It was better for her though. That should make things easier.

San scanned the table, trying to get familiar with all of the faces that were there. They all seemed to have that fake nice facade on their faces as they greeted him, and Y/n knew what those poisoned tongues were planning to say as soon as they got the chance. Although there was a particular person that wasn't hiding his intentions.

Tim looked at San from head to toe, examining his clothes, his body language, his gestures, even the way his bangs covered his forehead in a careless style. He looked even more mediocre in person.

—So this is the secret boy, Y/n? —one of the ladies, sitting at the other side of the table with the rest of the wives, asked.

—He's here. And considering you all knew about it, I don't think calling him a secret is accurate.

Her father turned to her, giving her a soft scolding look before she faked a smile right after. Time to start the act.

Her arm suddenly linked to San's, gluing their bodies together as her head rested on his shoulder.

—How could I even think of hiding him?

San smiled at that sudden cute act, looking down at her. Her head slowly turned in the opposite direction, hiding her face from the people sitting on the table.

—Hold my hand or something —she asked him.

When she turned back to the initial position, San's hand moved hesitantly over her, brushing her hair away and tucking it behind her ear. His fingers felt soft and delicate on her skin.

—Well, you didn't have a problem hiding other boyfriends before —Tim attacked as soon as they both joined them on the table.

—I wasn't serious about them, I think that's quite simple to understand —she answered.

Before the conversation could scalate, her father interrupted to let everyone know that some of the meat was ready for them to eat. San got up with the two plates, letting her get engaged in the conversation they were having across the table about the last product they were planning to launch. Although her father's attention was on the young man, and the way he asked for a knife to take the muscle fiber away from one of the filets. At first, he thought he just had that same hangup as his daughter had, only to realize he was cutting them for her daughter, handing her the plate of the cut meat before he sat next to her again.

—I think it'd be quite interesting to know how you two met —Lina, one of the supplier's wife suggested as they kept eating.

—I love those stories —Mark, her husband, seconded.

—We met through a blind date that a common friend organized —Y/n answered—. The moment I saw him, I knew it —her hand reached to his under the table, moving her arm exaggeratedly so everyone would guess—. We went to that restaurant on the bay, right? It was really romantic. He showed up with a big bucket of flowers... I'm not a big fan of those things, but I could tell he was genuine about it.

—How long have you been dating? —Miranda asked.

—A month —Y/n turned to her—. We hit it off since we met, and we haven't been able to move away from each other ever since.

—That's so sweet —Miranda fawned—. Are you also working in this industry?

—N... no —San finally answered—. I'm an engineer. Since I was younger I was always drawn to that —he laughed nervously—. I spent most of the time on the computer, so why not use it to earn money?

Y/n squeezed his hand tighter, trying to let him know that he was doing fine.

—That sounds like a tough job though —Tim scoffed—. I doubt it's way more than just sitting in front of a computer. Harry told me you've worked in Vancouver for a year, and I've always been curious about what engineers do. Can you tell us a bit of your daily work there?

—I don't think it's necessary to talk about work now —Y/n tried to get in between.

—And I don't think you're San, let the boy speak if he wants —Tim clapped back.

Right what they thought they wouldn't be asked about, came up on the conversation and on the hand of the man Y/n tried to warn him about. His brain was working hard to get through the sudden block he was going through out of nervousness.

—I worked as a web developer with .Net Core and Webix framework at two projects at the same time, I created a solution for multi-class text classification problem using SVM and Random Forest, Implemented Speech to text, optical character recognition, and face detection on the app of the company, used NLP for recommendation system, implemented full-text search with Apache Lucene... —he gave a quick stop— It's alright if you don't understand half of what I'm saying, and I hope you understand I can't explain any easily what they all are. I think you'll understand I can't give much more details because it's all confidential.

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, getting lost in what he was saying after the second sentence, surprised by how convincing and serious he looked about it. Too surprised by his speech to even notice the way her father proudly smiled.

—Y/n is right —he turned to her—. It isn't time to talk about work now —after smiling at her, he turned to her father—. Sir, the meat was great, so delicious and tender.

He was in such a hectic and motivated mode, that he thought he'd explode.

After the lunch had gone by and they were finally alone at the other side of the yard, with the excuse that they wanted to be alone, Y/n finally took the chance to congratulate him for the good work he did during lunch, hitting his upper arm.

—I didn't understand a single thing you said, but it was amazing —she excitedly mentioned—. Did you see Tim's face? —she cackled— God, where did all that come from?

He didn't know himself.

He just didn't like the way he was feeling judged, and the way Y/n was almost being judged as a consequence. He was aware of that man's intentions with his question, and couldn't come up with any other way of shutting him up that wasn't that.

—I just used some things I've heard in class —he shyly answered.

—It was great —she answered back, trying to recognize his merit—. I didn't think they'd be so low to dig into your job like that, but you saved it so well, and you came up with something so fast... You left the standard so high.

More than proud of himself, he was smiling at how excited and fulfilled Y/n looked as she bounced on the spot. While, from afar, the same men that tried to interrogate him about his job were looking at them.

—I still think there's something off about him —Tim clicked his tongue—. They don't look like a couple that are crazy in love and haven't been moving away from each other for a month.

—Don't tell me you're still butthurt over Y/n dumping your son —Josh mocked him.

—What do you want them to do? Make out in front of me? —Harry joined them— I really think he's a good guy, and I'm really happy about my daughter settling down with someone like him.

His daughter seemed happy, San seemed to take good care of her... why would anyone, especially his own father, think ill of their relationship?

After watching the match at her parents' living room, basically pushed to be sitting apart when her father hooked his arm around his shoulders so he'd sit next to him, Y/n got ready to drive him home.

It had been a long day, and it was about time to get all that to an end.

They both were in silence all the way back to his place, with Y/n too deep in her thoughts. She didn't want to drop him off, she wanted to spend more time with him despite spending almost all day together. But she was unsure of whether he also wanted to be around her more than needed.

—You were great today —she commented, quickly shifting her eyes to him before moving them back to the road.

—Was I? —he sighed— I don't really know. But it does seem like everyone ate it up, right?

—Yeah. Linda was so into our date. I don't know what more details she wanted me to tell her. Maybe what color my panties were, or I don't know —she rolled her eyes—. But it turned out better than I expected.

San nodded with a smile, allowing silence to slowly kick back inside her car.

—Hmm, do you have something to do? —her question took him by surprise— I mean, it isn't that late. And since it turned out well, I thought we could celebrate we won't have to do this again.

But would it genuinely be a celebration?

—Yeah, sure —he nodded—. Why not?

It took her less than a minute to come up with somewhere where they'd be comfortable and calm. She had been there before a few times, with one of the several failed dates. She loved the place, to the point where it made up for the awful company she chose to have.

Except for that day.

The other times, there weren't that many people. And maybe it was because it was during weekdays. She should've guessed that showing up there on a weekend, right after a football match, wasn't the best choice. But they both still went inside, walking among the crowd until they found a free small tall table.

San went for the drinks and some chips before she could even think of standing up from the stool, thanking him after the hard time she had to manage to sit up there. Despite being noisy and crowded, it all turned calm and silent around them when he came back with the two bottles and the small plate, joining her back at their table.

—So, any feedback about today? —Y/n asked first.

—It was nice —he simply answered—. Everyone was quite... normal —he shrugged—. Except for that bald man that kept interrogating us.

—Ah, Tim —she nodded—. He's always been an asshole, don't worry. I bet he's still bitter after his son broke up with me, and I didn't want to take him back when he regretted it —she rolled her eyes.

—You were dating his son? —His eyebrows raised in amusement.

—For three years —she answered, eating one of the chips—. He is an unfaithful asshole addicted to crack, and Tim just tries to hide it by burying the others' achievements. That's why he picked it up against us two. I guess he was still hopeful that I'd take his son back one day. And I guess my father was also expecting that, at some point.

—That's why you did this whole thing?

—Well, it's a bit complicated —she tried to explain—. Tom is an asshole, but his family has stability and power. And I guess that my father wants to be sure I have that stability and power for the moment he retires —her lips grimaced—. In part, he does it because his partners will give him a hard time in regards to what I choose to do before he passes the torch to me, and I also think it's just a basic worry of a normal parent. But my dad seemed to miss the point that power and stability aren't just money and a name —she shrugged, moving her eyes up to him.

—If it makes you feel better, I think you'll be a great director one day —he assured her.

—Uh-hum, that's right —she agreed, smiling at his comment—. What about you?

San frowned at her question, not understanding where she was coming from with it.

—I opened up about why I do this, now you need to open up, too.

—Well, I lied and told my friends you were my girlfriend.

—I know that —she interrupted him—. But there has to be something deeper than that.

—None of my friends know about Soundleasure —he admitted—. I was sure they'd have searched up for you online or something, and I guess I was scared you'd tell them how we met.

—Tss, do I look like I'd tell strangers that I used to pay to listen to dirty audios?—she clicked her tongue— I rather keep that perverted side hidden as well —she softly added—. Do you enjoy doing those videos?

—I guess? —he shrugged— It's good to know I can do and say anything behind that name, because no one will judge me or look at me differently. It's like a shield. I manage to dig in on what I like or not, I do things that I wouldn't dare to do in my regular life, and behave in ways that would never cross my mind.

—But you're Soundleasure —she puckered her lips—. You're stopping yourself from doing that. I mean, it's not that your alter ego is a serial killer or a psycho. He's just more confident and eager to do things. You clearly find yourself comfortable in that position, but at the same time you stop yourself because you're scared of that change —her head tilted to the side—. You need to stop yourself from avoiding risks. You think too much about what others might think.

Before he could even answer, an elbow hit the back of his head, making it bang forward before he rubbed his hand against the spot that was hit.

Y/n had seen that group of men being overly loud and annoying, getting way too close to their table without being aware of it, because they were the type to think they owned the place and the people next to them only had to deal with it.

—Hey! I know it's weird for a gorilla like you to be around people, but you need to watch out —Y/n called him out.

—Excuse me? —the man was shocked at her comment, turning to their table again after hearing her voice over the chants.

—You heard me —she snapped back, annoyed—. You hit him, apologize.

—Doesn't he have a mouth to speak? —he turned to San— Does your girlfriend have to speak for you? —the man tilted his head— Why don't you just do what you're supposed to? Sit back on your seat, and keep your pretty mouth shut —he looked back at Y/n.

Something didn't sit right with him with the way that man was speaking to her. He could deal with someone being rude to him, and disrespecting him. But his blood boiled when he dared to look down at Y/n as if she was worth nothing.

—And why don't you take that big fat ass out of this place and do all of us a favor? —San suddenly spoke.

—Big fat ass?

—Yeah. You and your big foot complex are ruining the fun for all of us here. So get the fuck out —and suddenly, he was aware of who he was speaking to, and where—, please.

—The little princess knows how to speak —the man mocked him—. Let's see how you speak without teeth.

But before that man could approach him any closer, San's leg moved faster, hitting the heel of his white sneakers against the chin of the tall man before he could even take a step in his direction. Y/n was so impressed by the sudden move that she didn't realize the moment San rushed towards her, gripping her wrist and dragging her out of the bar as soon as all that confidence disappeared and he was aware that it was an eight against one kind of situation.

Y/n didn't doubt, she didn't stop to think anything, she just ran behind him, while he pulled her tight while those men chased them down the street.

—Where the hell did you learn to do that? —she suddenly asked.

—I did taekwondo when I was younger, I didn't even remember I could do that.

The smile on her face quickly dropped when she looked back and was aware of the men getting closer to them, momentarily losing them as San turned left at one of the streets, before he pulled her body abruptly to one of the nearest dark alleys.

Their breaths were shaky as they both hid in the darkness, with his body completely covering hers while the wall worked as a support for her back. It was all so rushed, it all happened so fast, that neither of them seemed to realize how close they were until the eight men ran past the same alley they were hiding at.

It was only then that he looked down at her to make sure she was okay.

Her parted lips were the most dangerous invitation, and their warm breaths mixing in the small space between them worked like the tightest pull between them. Once their eyes were linked among the heavy air, it was over for the two of them.

—You told me to take some risks —he whispered—. Let me take another risk tonight.

His lips felt soft against hers, even more than she imagined after seeing his pictures. They were definitely better than she could've imagined.

His pull was addictive, dangerous... to the point that it had her hooking her fingers around his neck, as she stood on her tiptoes, to make the kiss deeper. It went from a soft peck to a lip sucking experience that had her head running in circles due to the intensity. His mouth was clumsy, barely managing to keep up with how she was moving, despite him pinning her against the wall to glue their bodies even closer together.

He was inexperienced, the kiss was messy, but it was the most electrifying kiss she had ever had. They didn't even need to dig their tongues on the other's mouth to have her toes curling and her mouth gasping for air due to the intensity of her heartbeat.

It was the best kiss she had ever had in such a long time.

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#armpirate #one shot

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Advice for the girlies in here: don't ever text your ex and engage in a "friendship" with him. It won't ever work out

If you parted ways, it was because there was a valid reason for it. Learn from me and don't do that to yourselves.

Thanks for reading

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So seems like there's a tie

Monday: Soundleasure

Wednesday: Anti-Romantic

Friday: Kalla

Trying to leave Coachella aside...

There might be a one shot this week, but I'm not sure. I have some ideas, but I'm not sure I'll manage to write it this week. Either way, I'll post another poll later so you choose who it'll be about

#armpirate #schedule

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Choi San, have some mercy, please

#armpirate #ateez #chellateez #ateez at coachella

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Trying to leave Coachella aside...

There might be a one shot this week, but I'm not sure. I have some ideas, but I'm not sure I'll manage to write it this week. Either way, I'll post another poll later so you choose who it'll be about

#armpirate #schedule

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Pleaseee, tell me y'all also collapsed after watching Ateez at Coachella??

#armpirate #ateez #chellateez #coachella #ateez at coachella

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Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 5

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with.

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position.

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel.

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it.

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 12 minutes

Avoiding to let her fall asleep, and in a way to keep them both awake, Wooyoung came up with the idea of theoretically guiding Y/n through Kalla, the place where she would be working at, and that had been the perfect place to hide for her future boss, and his best friend. It was also a good way to keep her entertained, going through the most basic formation while they didn't really know what to do for twelve hours in a plane. And opposite to what he could think, Y/n was thankful of the way he took the time to teach her how things worked, taking the time to talk about the people she'd be working with, explaining her tasks in a deeper way and displaying the programs she'd be using so, at least, she'd start getting used to them by sight.

Wooyoung went through absolutely all the things he could, only leaving out one small detail, a tiny thing that shouldn't even be a big deal to her: Choi San. He thought he managed to keep her from even thinking about her boss, but she was only listening carefully to everything he was saying until it seemed like he was done.

—I think you missed an important detail —she started, looking at him—. I know how the hotel is divided, who leads each team, where will I need to go and who will I need to talk to according to any issue Mr Choi will want me to deal with in his name, but you gave no information about said person that will be requesting those things from me.

—Didn't I say anything about him? —he scratched his neck nervously, trying to earn some time as he tried to think of an excuse to evade the question again.

—Is he as tough as you're trying to make him seem? —she joked, closing her small notebook, sneaking the pen inside the spiral that linked all the sheets together.

—He's not tough. Just... demanding.

And harsh. And fussy. And a bit moody.

Of course he couldn't say he had already lost three assistants in the span of three years, or how most of the people in Seoul took back their job application as soon as they knew the company they'd be working for, and the person that would be in charge. The name of Choi San, along with the scandal the hotel went through not even two years back made it difficult for them to get locals employees to agree to work with him.

The word spread fast in that city, and San didn't seem to care, until he felt forced to hire someone from a different country.

—Hmm okay. But are there things I shouldn't do? Or things I shouldn't say?

—Just keep it like you're with me, but with more distance. And don't speak unless he allows you to. Don't talk with anyone from the hotel unless he tells you to. He actually doesn't really want his assistant to be too linked to Kalla's business.

—So he doesn't want me to have nothing to do with anyone from the hotel, yet I'll be spending most of my time there—she replied back.

—I think I didn't explain myself well —he tried to start all over again.

—He doesn't want you to take over any tasks that have something to do with reception, for example. You're there to assist him, not to work in the hotel —Wooyoung explained—. That same way, he doesn't want you to take demands from anyone else in the team that isn't him. Regardless of how high their position is, you're above them. You're San's right hand, which means you should be above all the staff in the hotel, but at the same time, you have no say in how they do their work.

—I get it. They're two completely different jobs. And if it weren't because he loves staying in that hotel, he'd be working from home or in an independent office. Am I right?

—Pretty much —Wooyoung nodded, smiling as he analyzed each one of the things she said—. Just do your work, follow what he says, and you'll be fine.

—What about Korean?

—What about it?

—I don't speak it —she mentioned as if it were obvious.

She spoke it? Not really. But did she understand it? She could watch content in that language without needing any subtitled support to understand it, but still some words and meanings escaped her understanding.

—Leave that to me —Wooyoung assured her—. We'll facilitate some courses so you get used to the language. And you'll start using it unconsciously during work, I'm sure of that. You'll see how fast it'll seem like you've spoken Korean all of your life —he sighed when he was aware of the way her eyes shifted to the window, playing with her fingers nervously on her lap—. I already told you most of the customers, and most of the suppliers are from foreign countries, so you'll be using English most of the time. Just do a good job, and San will have no reason to complain. But don't push yourself either. The first few weeks will be hard, which is obvious. Take it more as an adaptation period, rather than the first week of work.

—So, what is the daily work there?

Wooyoung pressed his lips together, trying to find a way to explain her he didn't actually work in the hotel itself, and the only things he knew were because San explained it to him, or because he read them on the documents that were sent to some of the applicants so they could get an idea of the job position.

—It's calm —he lied—. Like any other hotel —he shrugged—. San stays in his office, and barely bothers anyone —he lied again—. I guess you'll have your own desk, but I don't remember if it's inside his office, or if there was another office prior to his to give a first filter to his visits —Wooyoung tried to remember.

—You don't work there? —Y/n asked surprised.

—I used to —Wooyoung sighed.

And thank god it ended. He was really tempted to end the ten-year friendship he had with San over strict he was sometimes.

—I worked as the event planner for a while, then got promoted to team leader, then to manager, and then I left —he shrugged his shoulders—. It was a good experience, but I'm better working at my own rhythm. The only reason why I did the interviews is because I know San better than anyone else, and let's say I'm the only person he trusts enough to let me choose who will be his right hand and get them to sign a contract.

She was aware of how crazy it all was when she realized she was on her way to Seoul, after signing a contract three days back, and without knowing if she would pass the trial period of three months, or if she'd end up having to get back home after two days in Korea. She didn't think about the situation she was in until Wooyoung mentioned the contract, and she remembered nothing was set in stone, and everything could change, especially after hearing those several descriptions of that man.

If he was as tough as he was described, Y/n didn't even need to get off the plane. Just one step in Korean ground, one look at her, and it'd be enough for him to know that she wasn't what he was looking for.

She was so damned.

—And that's why you should feel lucky I'm with you on this flight —he continued—. Because I'll be giving you all the tips you might need to receive a good first impression from him.

—Wait —she stopped him.

Wooyoung followed the movements of her hands, sneaking inside her jacket to bring out her phone. She looked up to him again, letting him know she was ready for that little class on how to be the best assistant.

—Although he's the owner, he stays around for quite long. He even spends a lot of nights in one of the rooms —he grimaced—, so it's not surprising he usually wears clothes that fit the uniform of the staff in the hotel. You know, a vest, a white shirt, clothing pants... that stuff —Y/n noted that down, although that wasn't the main point of the explanation—. He considers people working in the hotel to be the image of it, and so he is. Just like staff are the face of the hotel, you're somehow a representation of him when he can't deal with customers or partners at the moment. Your appearance has to be as neat as possible. Not a single wrinkle on shirts, good scent, extremely good hygiene, not excessive makeup, but also not a lack of it, good posture... sit straight —Wooyoung called her out.

Almost instantly, her back straightened, feeling a bit taller right after.

—A calm tone, a decisive attitude... —he tilted his head, trying to think of more— Now that we're getting to the attitude: be nice, but distant enough so you don't make anyone feel uncomfortable, be serious, but always with a smile on your face, be responsible, and try to be ahead of San's need, but don't cross any boundaries.

She hadn't even started working, yet she could already feel completely exhausted as she tried to imagine how to get all those things to work out in the best way all together.

—He loves punctuality. He's usually there at seven, so I'd recommend you show up ten minutes earlier, and leave ten minutes later than he does. Organization is also quite an important deal for him, he gets easily stressed when things are messy —Y/n nodded, relieved to finally be hearing some normal instructions—. Documentation is really important for him, and this is really serious: Do not touch any papers, any folders, nothing, unless he tells you first. If he needs you to work with anything, he'll most likely leave it on your desk so you don't touch anything.

Punctuality, organization and obedience. She for sure could do all of them without a problem. They were probably the easiest of all the things Wooyoung mentioned, and all of the things he later mentioned.

Every moment from then went by fast, almost if she had blinked through all of the trip until she felt the bumping of the airplane as it landed on the airport.

Even if Wooyoung had assured her she wouldn't be meeting San until the next day, because the trip was too long and draining, and she'd rather be at her best when she finally meets her future boss. As much as she wanted to show off how ready she was to work, she agreed with him. There was no way she'd face that demanding man while wearing a pair of jeans and a comfortable hoodie that she had always worn whenever she traveled -which wasn't a lot of times either.

She also thought she'd need a lot of me to get through all of the information Wooyoung displayed to her earlier during the flight. It was a good idea to prepare herself by using all of those points.

He wasn't the type to put the people he worked with in a tough situation, but he loved seeing that the work was well done. San was careful with details, being sure that the smallest mistake could have a big impact. But it made sense for him. It took him so long to establish the hotel, to get the public back on it again with the same level of trust, that he didn't want any issues risking what it took him so hard to get back. It wasn't only the public, investors also had all of their eyes on him. They all trusted him when he first presented the project, and they kept backing him up when things got tough. He had a bigger responsibility to get it all to work out in the neatest way possible.

As he walked past one of the receptionists, he noticed how one of the laces of his shoes was longer than the other, unable to ignore it and quickly pointing it up.

—Jae Sung, the shoes. Tie them well —he first said.

It only took that boy to be a bit more distracted than usual, as that lace got a bit longer with every step, to end up tripping and falling on the floor. If he could avoid someone getting hurt, why wouldn't he?

—Yes, sir —the brunette quickly mentioned, bending over to tie his shoelaces again.

San had just come out of one of the most boring and longest meetings with one of the investors, surprised at the old man choosing to show up there, when they usually just met monthly with the rest of investors that participated in the hotel as much as he did. It wasn't a relevant meeting either, he tried to wonder what was the reason behind analyzing all the production numbers they had already reviewed two weeks back. It was a useless and stupid meeting, a perfect way to waste his time, but it wasn't like he had the possibility to say those things directly to Park Ki Tae.

—Your father called a few times asking for you —Young Ja mentioned as he approached the long counter of the reception.

If he called the hotel, he most likely called directly his private number. And he indeed did. As soon as San unlocked the screen, he could see the way his father's name showed up at the top several times, with the phone icon, but also with the kakaotalk one.

If he had an assistant already, he probably would be already giving them a headache instead of taking over all of the lines made for customers and their inquiries, rather than his annoying and useless petitions.

Just thinking about having to have that talk with him again was making him groan and throw his head back in discomfort.

He didn't say anything else, he just stepped away, walking calmly to one of the corridors at the opposite side of stairs -crowned with the big calla flower- to start making his way to his office.

Although maybe he could make a quick stop to the room he usually reserved for him only, for the days he was too tired to even get in his car and drive to his apartment.

There was a lady right in front of the elevator that would take him to the side of the hotel where that room was, only being able to see her hair waving in the air as she spoke. It was as if she was making up for being unable to move the hand holding the phone.

She gave him a small bow, before she continued speaking.

—That man sounds like the biggest freak —he heard her speaking—. I even doubt he won't be bothered by the way I breathe, at this point —she complained in English—. The things I can or cannot do are longer than the contract itself. It's nuts —she huffed, scoffing shortly after to continue—. He sounds like the typical old fat man with a superiority complex, who torments the people that work for him because nothing fulfills him in his daily life. I swear some people should go to the therapist before ruling a whole team by themselves.

Whoever she was talking about, that man was probably having his whole body in pain by the way she spoke about him. That person sounded like a big douchebag but, at the same time, San could understand that way to act.

When the metallic doors of the elevator opened, he saw a serious Wooyoung, who quickly smiled when he was aware of him.

—I went up looking for you —he informed.

It was surprising how fresh and energetic he seemed, despite having gone through a long flight from London to Seoul that had landed not that long ago -he could bet.

Wooyoung turned to the woman that was next to him, and who quickly hung up on the phone as soon as she was aware of his presence. By the way he smiled and pointed at her, San could already have an idea of who she was.

And she wasn't starting the best way.

Y/n turned to him, finding a tall attractive man looking at her with a serious and harsh expression. He was intimidating at first, piercing into her eyes as Wooyoung spoke.

—She is Y/n, the girl I told you about —Wooyoung introduced her—. And Y/n, he is San.

She could feel the way her blood stopped running through her veins as he introduced the man in front of him with that name.

Choi S... San?

—Or like you'd say: the old fat man that needs a therapist —he coldly added.

She for sure felt like she wouldn't even need to unpack her bags. Most probably she'd be sent back to England before she could say another word.

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