All Too Well | c.s.c
Summary: You thought you met the man of your dreams. He was everything you ever wanted, but what happens when that dream falls apart and when that man is no longer the one you recognise? You want to love him against all odds because you believe things can be better.
â 18+ minors dni |âď¸fluff | âď¸ angst | âsmut | ⼠completed works
Word Count: 21,190 wordsÂ
Pairings: Professor! Seungcheol x Female Reader
Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Established Relationship, break up au! Slightly (quite) toxic relationship, HEAVY ANGST, fluff, smut.Â
Content Warnings: There is an age gap between the reader and Seungcheol, but itâs not massive. Heâs 30, and sheâs 25, but itâs enough to cause problems. Seungcheol is a condescending little shit in this. Yelling, swearing, crying, arguments, toxic couple behaviours, mentions of an injury. Hospitalisation itâs nothing seriousâmentions of blood.Â
Smut Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (donât do this). Fingering, oral (male and female receiving) shower sex, multiple orgasms, squirting and using sex as an apology.
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Authors Note 1: This fic will hurt quite a bit, but I like pain and write many of my experiences with my ex. Itâs a form of free therapy, and it feels cathartic. Also, this story is fiction. Cheol is a fucking dick in this. This is a story that is not reflective of him or my impression of him. It is pure fiction, nothing else.
Authors Note 2: Thank you so so much to my lovely @multi-kpop-fanfics for reading over this, my lovely @wooahaeproductions and @gyuwoncheol for beta'ing this fic for me đŠˇ
Authors Note 3: This is a Seventeen rewrite of an old Joon fic of mine, so if it looks familiar, thatâs why hehe.Â
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Part of the Broken Illusions Stories
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âMia, Iâm not going to go on Tinder to end a dry spell, nor am I going to sleep with any of the men here. They are all old and most likely married. Iâm not keen,â you groaned to your best friend.Â
Mia had dragged you out tonight because she said that you had a dry spell that needed to be broken, but you were not going to submit to your hormones, and you surely were not going to submit to some random guy on Tinder with the worst possible pick-up lines.Â
âLook, I can take care of myself. Men are useless and self-obsessed,â you claimed before sipping your martini.Â
âSurely not all men?â A voice spoke, making you choke on your drink.Â
You wiped your face wiped it of what? quickly and turned around in your seat to face the voiceâs owner. Your eyes widened like saucers upon seeing the man standing before you. You were speechless, and as your eyes scanned, trailed from his deep-set eyes, his impeccable build, and his thighs, thighs that you wanted to straddle and ride until you screamed his name over and over.Â
âNope, all men,â you quipped, making the handsome stranger smile at you, revealing his deep dimples.Â
âY/Nâs been burned by useless men, men whoâve claimed to be all that and then fell short, so sheâs quite cynical about most men,â Mia chimed. âOw!â Mia yelped when you kicked her shin for oversharing.Â
âWell, how about I get you another drink?â The man suggested, and Mia grinned before hopping off her barstool.Â
âGreat, you do that! I have an early shift tomorrow. Stay safe, Y/N,â Mia said, winking as she headed out of the bar, and you glared at her, knowing that her âstay safeâ comment also meant to use a condom.Â
âIâm Seungcheol.â The stranger introduced himself, and you nodded, turning around to face the bar as he sat down next to you.Â
âWell, you already know my name. My best friend did kind of yell it,â you deadpanned. You didnât care how ridiculously handsome Seungcheol was. He could just be another man who could talk a big game and be useless.Â
âWhat would you like to drink?â Seungcheol asked, and you shrugged. âSurprise me,â you said. You made a mental note that if he got you some fruity shit, youâd leave him the second the words left his mouth.Â
âHow about a Yuzu fizz gin and tonic?â Seungcheol offered, and you smiled at him, nodding.Â
âI can guess that if I ordered something you didnât approve of, you would have left the bar by now?â Seungcheol joked.
âWell, now youâll never know, will you?â You joked, making Seungcheol smile again.Â
âSo why are you here? Trying to find Prince Charming?â Seungcheol asked with a chuckle.
âOh, come on, be honest. Iâm not one to judge,â Seungcheol encouraged, and a sly grin formed on your face.Â
âIf you insist, then okay,â you started to say, inching closer to him, swallowing a gulp as you took in the scent of his cologne. It was musky, spicy, and woody all at once.Â
âIâve been stuck in a painfully long dry spell, and my hand is exhausted. I just need to find someone to fuck me hard,â you answered nonchalantly, and you swore you saw Seungcheol gulp slightly.Â
âYouâre telling me a woman as beautiful as you has not found a man?â Seungcheol asked as he moved away to hand you your drink. You took a sip out of the glass, smiling at the taste.Â
âGood?â Seungcheol asked, and you nodded.Â
âWould you like to try?â You asked, and Seungcheol shook his head.Â
âMaybe later?â Seungcheol replied, and you nodded.
âBut to answer your question, itâs not about looks. For instance, a guy might be doing well, then heâll say something obnoxious, and Iâll no longer be interested,â you explained.
âFair enough, I apologise on behalf of my species. We often get too excited when we see a beautiful woman and act up,â Seungcheol clarified, making you grin. Seungcheol was incredibly handsome and sweet, but you didnât feel anything. Nothing clicked. There was no instant chemistry; suddenly, you felt tired and bored and just wanted to be wrapped up in your blanket.Â
âWell, this was nice. Thank you for the drink, but I think I will call it a night,â you said, and Seungcheol simply smiled at you. You were relieved at how he wasnât pushy or objecting to the fact that you wanted to leave so early. Most of the men you had met would get defensive or be less than understanding if you wanted to go before they got to cop a feel.
âWait, how are you getting home?â Seungcheol asked.Â
âWalking home, itâs a twenty-minute walk,â you replied.
âY/N, you can punch me if I step out of line, but no, youâre not walking home alone.â You sighed, but you didnât mind entirely, plus you could kick him in the crotch if he acted up. You were cognizant enough to do so.Â
âWell then, Seungcheol, since itâs a bit of a walk, shall we play a game?â You asked as you both stepped out of the bar and started to walk.Â
âSeriously?â Seungcheol asked, grinning.Â
 âHumour me, Seungcheol .âÂ
âFine then.â
âGreat, letâs play twenty questions,â and you proceeded to ask. âHow old are you?âÂ
â30,â he replied.Â
âIf itâs not too rude to ask you, the same?â Seungcheol asked, and you smiled before replying, â25.âÂ
âI have another question if itâs not too crude?â Seungcheol asked, and you nodded at him to ask it. âWhen you said you wanted to be fucked hard, how hard?â You gulped; you swore his voice had gotten deeper and huskier since he left the bar. You chalked up your reaction to the cold air, playing tricks on your mind.Â
âIf letâs say, hypothetically, it was me, how hard would you want me to fuck you?â Seungcheol continued , making you stop and turn to face him. His eyes were piercing and burned through any façade you had on tonight.Â
âHard enough to make me forget my name,â you whispered, earning a nod from Seungcheol.Â
The rest of the walk was filled with silence, aside from a few questions from Seungcheol, but you couldnât get the vision of him standing over you and asking you how hard youâd like to be fucked out of your head.Â
âWell,â you breathed out when your eyes landed on your front door.Â
âThis is me,â you said, standing with your back against your front door.Â
âWait, I have one thing I want to try but donât worry, you still have permission to knee me in the balls,â Seungcheol teased, making you chuckle, only for a second, before his soft lips landed on yours. The kiss was so light it almost felt like nothing happened, but you knew it did because you felt your heartbeat out of your chest the minute his lips grazed yours.Â
âI always wanted to know what the Yuzu gin and tonic tasted like,â Seungcheol said smugly before moving away from you.
âWell, it was lovely meeting you,â Seungcheol said, leaving you speechless and breathless as he turned around and walked away from your front door.Â
âSeungcheol! Wait!â He turned around, smiling at you.Â
âWould you like to come in for a nightcap? We still have several questions left,â you suggested, hoping heâd say yes. Seungcheol grinned as he nodded, following you into your apartment.Â
Fifteen questions in, Seungcheol and you were on your living room sofa. You were cuddling into his side, your legs on his lap. Around five questions ago, Seungcheolâs hand started trailing your exposed thighs , and you had let out a few soft moans at his touch.Â
âQuestion sixteen for you, Y/N,â Seungcheol said, and you laughed at him.Â
âYou kept count?â You asked, and Seungcheol nodded. Â
âIâm very detail-oriented,â Seungcheol replied, and you rolled your eyes.. Seungcheolâs hand stopped trailing your thighs; instead, he gently squeezed them.Â
âTell me, how hard did you want to be fucked?â He asked again, and you quirked your brows at him.Â
âYou already asked,â you replied breathlessly, and Seungcheol shrugged.Â
âWould it hurt to get details?â Seungcheol pressed staring right into your eyes. You would be lying if you said you didnât start getting wet five questions ago, but now your core ached at his words.Â
âSo hard that I canât walk, so that Iâm a mumbling and whimpering mess.â You said as you moved so that you were straddling Seungcheol. You gently moved your hips against his, and you felt his length hardening.Â
âQuestion seventeen for you. Why did you ask me for a drink tonight?â you asked as Seungcheol groaned and held your waist, stopping your movements.
âWhen I saw you in this dress, I couldnât help but think about how I wanted to do nothing more than rip it off your body,â Seungcheol spoke, and you moaned at his words. His grip on your waist got tighter, and you were sure you would be bruised tomorrow, but you didnât care.Â
âQuestion eighteen, Y/N, are you wet right now?â Seungcheol asked, and you smirked and proceeded to reply with another question.Â
âQuestion nineteen, Seungcheol, do you want to find out?â You asked, and Seungcheolâs eyes darkened with lust as he nodded,lifting the pushed-up hem of your dress so that it was at the waistband of your panties.Â
Seungcheol looked at you for consent, and you nodded, giving it to him. He pulled your panties to the side and brushed his fingers through your folds. Seungcheol moaned at your wetness, then moved his fingers to his mouth, and relished your taste.Â
âFinal question, baby. Whatâs your safe word?â He asked.
âPeaches,â you replied.
âPeaches it is,â Seungcheol responded, content with your answer, he carried you to your bedroom to a night filled with absolute pleasure.Â
You woke up the following day to soft snores; you smiled softly at Seungcheol sleeping. Seungcheol looked incredibly handsome, even with his hair ruffled and mouth open as he snored lightly. You hated how you were romanticising this one moment, especially considering that it was the result of several drinks and very sexual questions that led him to your bedroom. Still, at this moment, you wished that this would be the view you could wake up to every day.Â
He was perfect. He was so sweet, loving, gentle, and kind all night long. You wouldnât be opposed to having that type of care and affection regularly.��
You decided to get out of bed and grab your oversized nightshirt as you headed to the kitchen, leaving your bedroom quietly not to wake him up andruin the little daydream you were happily living in.Â
You took a detour, making sure to head to the bathroom first, freshen up, and then head to the kitchen, where you made a cup of green tea for yourself and a cup of hot coffee for Seungcheol. In your hazy recollection of last night, you remembered Seungcheol ordering a couple of espresso martinis, so you assumed coffee would be a good idea.Â
You held the mugs in your hand as you headed back to your bedroom, smiling when you saw Seungcheol sitting up, stretching, and smiling sleepily at you when he turned his head to face you.Â
âDamn, and here I thought you left me,â Seungcheol joked. His deep morning voice made you feel warm, like the tea that warmed your throat with every sip.Â
âItâs my house,â you replied, smiling at him and handing him a mug of coffee.Â
âSo, what do you do, Y/N?â Seungcheol asked. âAside from rock my world,â he added, joking, making you roll your eyes at him.Â
âIâm a freelance web designer, but I just took a break to travel with my friends for a bit, and so Iâm just getting back into it.I need to go out and hustle to get clients again,â you said, and you noticed an emotion you couldnât decipher flash across Seungcheolâs features.Â
You assumed he was squinting at the morning sunlight streaming into your bedroom, but it was gloomy. Still, it was early, and maybe he was just tired.Â
âWhat do you do?â You asked, not wanting to dwell on your thoughts for too long.Â
âIâm an English Literature professor at Seoul National University,â Seungcheol said, and you couldnât help but notice the hint of smugness that laced his tone. Still, then again, if you were a professor at the most prestigious universities in the country, maybe you, too, would behave that way.Â
âSo, youâre like a nerd?â You joked and knew it fell flat, noticing how Seungcheol gave you no reaction.Â
âIs it still a thing to call people nerds? Youngsters these days,â Seungcheol mused, and you couldnât help but again detect an undercurrent of an unpleasant tone that made you feel uncomfortable. You let it slide because you knew nothing about this man.Â
âI enjoyed last night,â you said softly, joining him on your bed, hoping to change the topic.Â
âI did, too. I didnât think heading out for a drink after work would help me find you,â Seungcheol agreed.Â
âI, uh,â you fumbled. You wanted to ask if he would be willing to see you again, and Seungcheol got the hint.Â
âI want to see you again, and not just to repeat last night, but because I want to get to know you more,â Seungcheol said, and you beamed at him.Â
âShit, I need to get home and shower and get to the university, but can I have your number? Iâll text you after my lecture today, and yes, Iâll text today itself because I donât believe in the whole bullshit of waiting for a day after to tell someone you enjoyed their company. I guess thatâs something I learned with age,â Seungcheol stated.Â
Then, you wondered if you felt Seungcheolâs age would be a motif you could never get rid of.Â
âWait, so the buff hot guy, you ended up going home with him and fucking him?â Mia exclaimed obnoxiously loud in the supermarket, making you glare at her as you got a few disapproving stares from fellow shoppers.Â
âOh, you need to work on your indoor voice. You will end up spilling my life story to the world,â you said, elbowing Mia, who shrugged.Â
âSo well, was he the kind of dick you want inside you again, or what?â Mia asked as you grabbed some pasta and put it in your shopping cart.Â
âHe asked me out,â you replied.âWell, sort of. He said he doesnât believe in waiting a while to text, so he said heâd text me today because he enjoyed my company,â you clarified, and you saw Miaâs grin widen.Â
âWhat does he do?â Mia asked. âHeâs a professor of literature and SNU,â you responded.
âDamn, I need your luck to get that kind of dick on a night out, a qualified dick, if you will,â Mia joked, making you laugh.Â
âI donât know, he still hasnât texted, and itâs nearly 7, and if he texts any later than that, itâll just be for a hookup, and I donât want to be a booty call,â you explained, and Mia nodded.Â
âWell, heâs a professor at one of the most prestigious universities. Maybe he got busy, and if he enjoyed your company, Iâm sure he doesnât only want sex,â Mia explained. You shrugged unsurely, and your phone buzzed in your pocket as if on cue.Â
Unknown Number: Hey, itâs Seungcheol. Sorry for not texting earlier like I said. Students had a lot of concerns, and itâs been a long day. I finally wrapped up, and if you havenât made plans already, Iâd like to take you out for a late-night dessert.
You smiled at your phone for what must have been too long, considering Mia decided to nudge you.
âFucking reply, you dork, and have him for dessert because that man must be sweet,â Mia teased, wiggling her brows at you, making you roll your eyes at her as you typed a reply.Â
You: Hey Seungcheol, thatâs okay. Dessert? Colour me intrigued, where should I meet you?
Not even a minute afteryou sent the message, you saw the words âSeungcheol is typing,â flash across your screen, making you smile and feel giddy like a teenager having a crush.Â
Seungcheol: Send me your location, and Iâll pick you up.Â
You: Sure!Â
You: Location sent
Seungcheol: Perfect, see you in a few!Â
You grinned at your phone as Mia headed towards the check-out aisle. âWow, heâs offering to pick you up, too. Heâs already a keeper,â Mia stated, and you shrugged.Â
âHow?â You asked, curious to understand your best friendâs logic.Â
âHeâs going out of his way to meet you and pick you up; he wants to spend more time with you before the date. He isnât simply telling you to meet him at a place. He is making the time and effort to take you out on a date after a busy day. Thatâs a good sign,â Mia explained, making you smile.Â
You and Mia had paid for your groceries and now were waiting outside. You were conversing with Mia when a sleek black Mercedes caught your eye. It was a sexy car, and your eyes widened when Seungcheol stepped out of the car and smiled at you.Â
âSorry, I hope I didnât keep you in the cold too long?â Seungcheol said, and you shook your head at him.Â
âNot at all,â you said shyly, earning a particularly hard nudge at your side from Mia, who noticed your shyness.Â
âIâm Mia, you must be Seungcheol,â she greeted, making Seungcheol laugh.Â
âI remember you, youâre trouble; you were the one who was kind enough to inundate me with Y/Nâs sex life that night,â Seungcheol recalled, flustering Mia and you.Â
âWell, it worked out, didnât it?â Mia countered, making Seungcheol smile, allowing his deep dimples to appear, making you smile too.
âCanât deny thatâ, Seungcheol agreed, winking at you, making you smile even more, so much so that you thought your cheeks would break.Â
âWell, Iâll leave you to it,â Mia said as she started to walk away.
âWait, Mia, why donât I drive you home before we both head out on our date? Itâs cold and late,â Seungcheol offered, and for some reason, that stung. You donât know why. She was your best friend; sheâd never betray you, and Seungcheol, well, he was nothing to you right now.Â
Mia looked at you nervously, and you shrugged before nodding. âYeah, come on, girl, itâs cold out. Besides, itâs not a long drive,â you rambled nervously, and Mia nodded as she approached the car.Â
Seungcheol was nothing but a gentleman, holding the door open for youfirst, letting you in the front seat next to him, and then moving to help Mia into the back seat, and you couldnât help the ugly feeling of jealousy that stirred in the pit of your stomach.Â
Why would he help her after me? You thought and shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts. You needed to compose yourself before Seungcheol joined you in the driverâs seat.Â
âAlright, Mia, why donât you tell me your address?â Seungcheol asked, flashing her a smile. You forced another smile at your best friend, annoyed at how your emotions clouded your ability to be rational, but Mia was right. Seungcheol was a catch, and you didnât fancy losing him to your best friend.Â
The entire drive to Miaâs apartment was filled with awkward silence, aside from a couple of jokes from Seungcheol and a few nervous giggles from Mia. You kept your gaze on the road ahead, refusing to engage in the conversation. You hated how your insecurities got the better of you and ruined a good time.Â
âThank you, Seungcheol,â Mia said softly, and for a second, you wanted to roll your eyes at her when you heard how sickly sweet her voice sounded, but then you realised thatâs what she always sounded like and that your insecurity nearly caused you to ignore your best friend. You could tell Mia had noticed too as she too kept stealing worried glances at you.Â
âHey, Iâd never, and Iâm sorry I imposed tonight,â Mia said as she exited the car and stood by your window. You let out a breath you didnât realise you were holding and nodded.Â
âI know, Iâm just sorry. I got insecure,â you admitted quietly, and Mia nodded before hugging you awkwardly.Â
âHave fun tonight. Remember, he wants to spend time with you. Youâre not a second option,â Mia reassured, and you smiled at her, mentally noting to send her a long and apologetic text after tonight.Â
Seungcheol, ever the gentleman, walked Mia to her door and waited for her to go inside before hereturned to the car, sat in the driverâs seat, and smiled at you, which you half-heartedly returned.Â
âOkay, did you and Mia argue before I showed up?â Seungcheol asked, and you shook your head. âThen why did you act as if I overstepped by dropping her home?â Seungcheol questioned, and you sighed.Â
âCan I blame it on insecurities, and you can drop this?â You asked, and Seungcheolâs face softened.Â
âI want to spend my night with you, not her. How about I make it up to you over the best cake ever?â Seungcheol suggested, and you nodded, smiling at him.Â
The drive was filled with the music in Seungcheolâs car and lo-fi remixes, and halfway along the drive, Seungcheol broke the silence.Â
âSo, this place is far, but I promise you itâs the best dessert place in the world. I know the owners, and Iâve known them since I was a kid, so theyâre like family, so the food is legit,â Seungcheol rambled, making you smile.Â
âSo busy day, huh?â You asked, and Seungcheol nodded as he moved one hand off the steering wheel to lace it with yours.Â
âYeah, but seeing you made it all better,â Seungcheol replied, making you smile at him.Â
âCute,â you replied, making him grin as he drove.Â
âWhat about you? How was your day?â Seungcheol asked, now properly holding your hand as he kept his free hand on the steering wheel and continued to drive.Â
âWell, I mean, it wasnât particularly productive. I asked a few clients if they had any upcoming projects I could assist with,â you explainedÂ
âWell, you canât be passive about it. If you want something, you need to chase after it,â Seungcheol explained and then winced slightly. âFuck sorry, Iâve been with students all day, repeating this shit to them, and I automatically clicked into professor mode; sorry,â Seungcheol apologised, reaching gently to take your hand and bring it to his lips.
âYouâre not exactly wrong, but maybe just keep the life coachâs advice for the kids?â You joked, and Seungcheolâs eyes lit up as he pulled into the familiar driveway of the bakery.
âWeâre here!â Seungcheol exclaimed excitedly as he parked the car, getting out first and heading to help you.Â
âOh,â you said, pointing to your grocery bag.
âLeave it here; itâs cool,â Seungcheol replied.Â
âShall we?â Seungcheol asked as he closed the car door behind you and held out his hand for you; you took it, smiling as his large hand engulfed yours, making you feel safe.Â
âIs that who I think it is?â A voice called out from the bakeryâs back, and Seungcheol grinned, hearing the voice as he replied.Â
âHalmeoni, it is. Cheol is hungry,â Seungcheol said playfully as he guided you into the bakery and a more petite older woman approached Seungcheol.Â
âOh, you are getting buffer by the day, and I see itâs paying off. Who is this beautiful woman?â The lady asked, making you smile shyly.
âY/N, she and I are here on a date, halmeoni,â Seungcheol explained, making you grin even more.Â
âWell, Iâm glad to see you are dating again. After Yoona, I thought I lost you for good,â the lady added, and you felt Seungcheolâs grip on your hand tighten at the mention of Yoona. Lost him how?
âHalmeoni, not now, please,â Seungcheol warned.Â
âMy dear, Y/N, how rude of me. Iâm Minji Kim, but you can address me as Halmeoni. Why donât you two sit? Iâll get you the specials?â Ms. Kim offered.Seungcheol nodded as he guided you inside to find a more secluded booth to sit in.Â
âI donât want to talk about it,â Seungcheol said softly as you sat down. You were about to counter, saying you werenât planning to ask him, but you decided against it. It wasnât your place. Not tonight, at least, not on a first date.Â
âThis is our best-selling product and Cheolâs favourite,â Ms. Kim interrupted a couple of minutes later, as she placed a molten cake on the middle of the table and placed down two forks as well.Â
âEnjoy, kids,â Ms. Kim said before she disappeared.Â
âI know it looks simple,â Seungcheol started to say, âBut this is the best thing ever. Open,â Seungcheol said as he picked up a forkful of the molten cake and moved the fork to your lips. You accepted the cake, letting out a hum of approval as the chocolatey taste filled your mouth.Â
âFuck, thatâs amazing,â you praised, and Seungcheol smirked as he took a bite for himself.Â
âHalmeoni says the love she pours into the cake makes it so delicious. Sheâll never tell me her recipe, even if I beg,â Seungcheol complained, and you laughed at him.Â
âIsnât that better? Some things are better left unsaid. It might ruin the magic,â you said, and Seungcheol smiled slightly.Â
âAh, the childlike wonder, cute,â Seungcheol said, earning a funny look from you.Â
âIs that a problem?â You asked, moving your hand away from him. Seungcheol shook his head.Â
âNo, I guess I have a very black-and-white view of the world, and sometimes I fail to account that other people donât. I like that you see the world with all its beauty and colours,â Seungcheol explained.
âWell, stick around me long enough, and maybe youâll see the world with a bit more colour?â you suggested, and Seungcheol shrugged.Â
âWeâll see,â Seungcheol said, and you gathered from his tone that he didnât fancy discussing this issue further.Â
âHey, youâve got cake on your face,â Seungcheol said, leaning forward, and you assumed heâd wipe the cake off your lips. Instead, you were met with his soft lips. You melted against his lips as they moved against yours, only for him to pull away for a second and then find your lips again. You pulled away this time with a light smile.Â
âHalmeoni will have the worst impression of me if all I do is make out with you here,â you joked, and Seungcheol smirked.Â
âI agree. How about we finish this cake, and maybe I can show you how much I wanted to spend my day with you instead of lecturing my students?â Seungcheol suggested, and you couldnât help how your expression changed.Seungcheol caught onto it as well.Â
âI didnât ask you out only to have sex with you, I promise. I want your company, but I also want to be able to hold your hand and maybe steal a few kisses here and there. Iâd rather do that in a comfortable setting and not traumatise poor halmeoni,â Seungcheol clarified as he placed another kiss on your lips, and you hummed into the kiss.Â
âShall we?â Seungcheol asked, and you nodded.You stood up with him, placing your hand in his, and following him to the counter as he paid for the cake, much to your and halemoniâs protests. Seungcheol smiled as he walked out the bakery door, ensuring to wave to Ms. Kim. You felt yourself becoming more enamoured by his actions. Â
You concluded that Seungcheol could have a hard exterior, but soft inside, much like the lava cake. He could seem slightly unapproachable with his curt and short replies, but if you dug deep enough, you knew he was filled with nothing but love and warmth, and you were determined to get to know that Seungcheol.Â
You were determined that you could be that one for him, the one heâd let in.Â
âPenny for your thoughts?â Seungcheol asked as his voice took you out of your daydream of becoming the future Mrs Choi.Â
âI enjoyed tonight; well, everything tonight has been so incredible,â you admitted, and Seungcheol turned to smile at you, nearly running through the red light, making you laugh and gasp.
âFuck, do you think being distracted by you is a valid reason for running a red light?â Seungcheol joked, and you shook your head at him.Â
âNope, but I think itâs cute,â you said as you placed your hand on his knee.Â
âThat impatient? Weâre almost back at mine,â Seungcheol teased, and you rolled your eyes at him,pinching his knee a bit which made him laugh.Â
The drive back to Seungcheolâs place was filled with jokes and flirty remarks.Once Seungcheol reached his apartment, he couldnât park the car soon enough and hurriedly helped you out,practically running to his apartment with your hand in his.Â
The minute you were inside his apartment, you took a second to take off your red scarf. You placed it on the coat hanger by the door and squealed in surprise when Seungcheol turned you around in his embrace, bending down to lift you into his arms and carry you over to his sofa.Â
You stared at him, confused. What did he want? Was it just sex? You wondered, and Seungcheol spoke, ending your worries within seconds.Â
âI just want to hold you like this, in my arms, look,â Seungcheol started to say as he adjusted his position so that you were lying between his body, your chin on his toned chest. âMaybe Iâm moving too quickly, but I told you I donât believe in all that bull shit of following rules. Youâre the first person Iâve felt this comfortable with for so long, so forgive me if all this is too much because I can reign it in,â Seungcheol admitted as he stroked your cheek, making you smile.Â
You sat up for a second tokick off your boots, taking your position back, and laying on his chest. âI donât need you to reign any of this in,â you reassured. Seungcheol was special; he was older, wiser, and something you had never had. You werenât about to lose him for the sake of some social constructs relating to dating.Â
You always felt like people made up or exaggerated when it came to how love made them feel. You had friends, like Mia, who would act like they were on cloud nine or something when they were in love, and you never understood it. It wasnât because you were traumatised as a child or anything, far from it.Â
You were a happy kid, but your parents werenât in love. You knew that your parents stayed married for your sake, and while you would always commend them for that because you knew you could never do that, you never understood the point of pretending. All that to say, you never grew up with a perfect example of what love looked like, and after shitty hookups and your fair share of fuck boys and heartbreak, you gave up on the concept.Â
You didnât hate love; you just assumed it was something inconceivable that others got, the lucky ones, and you, you didnât think youâd ever get it. You had convinced yourself that for so long, until you met Seungcheol, until that first kiss with him.
Now, four months later, you watched your boyfriend working.Â
That was your man, your safe space, your home. Even though there were petty fights and arguments, you two would make it work because thatâs what people do when theyâre in love.Â
They fight for each other.Â
âOkay, I guess Iâm decent-looking enough, but youâve been staring at my face for the past ten minutes, with a smile on yours,â Seungcheol chuckled as he looked at you.Â
âWait, Iâve been staring for that long?â You asked, feeling slightly flustered. Seungcheol nodded as he pulled you closer into his chest.Â
âWhatâs on your mind?â Seungcheol asked as his hand traced patterns lazily on your lower back.Â
âI just-,â you started to say.âAre you real?â You asked Seungcheol, who furrowed his brows at you.Â
âWhat?â Seungcheol asked
âI donât know, I fuck. I never believed that I could have something like this,â you said shyly, and Seungcheol smiled fondly at you.Â
âLike what?â Seungcheol encouraged, and you took a deep breath to sit up and adjusted until you sat crossed-legged next to Seungcheol on the bed. He soon followed, sitting up, and leaning against his headboard.Â
âLike, I always thought love was a beautiful concept, but it was a concept that others would get, not me. I never thought I would find someone who would love me, how you do, how you make me feel when you kiss me, and how I feel when I hold your hand. Seungcheol, I feel safe with you, and thatâs something I never associated with love. Love was always so unrealistic to me,â you rambled and paused to look at Seungcheol, who smiled fondly at you.Â
âThatâs why I asked if you were real, or something I made up because I was so desperate to feel loved and to be loved,â you admitted.
Seungcheol placed his hand over yours. âYou feel safe with me?â He asked.
âThe safest. I feel like Iâm floating. When Iâm with you, I feel like youâve taken me to a place so high, where there is nothing but love and safety,â you babbled, letting your feelings pour out and making Seungcheol smile widely at you.Â
âFuck, then, this is not a good time to say this is it?â Seungcheol said, and for a second, you felt like you had come down from the proverbial cloud you were floating on.Â
âUh, say, what?â You fumbled, and Seungcheol grinned at you before leaning over to kiss your lips softly.Â
âTo say that I love you,â Seungcheol admitted, making your eyes widen. Â
âTo be honest, Iâve been meaning to say it for a while now.I just didnât know if it was the right time or too soon, and I didnât want to scare you off or anything, but hearing what you said made me realise that I too have nothing to fear when Iâm with you,â Seungcheol confessed, making you? at his words as you moved to crawl into his lap.Â
âYou love me?â You asked.
âI love you,â Seungcheol repeated, and you beamed at him.Â
âI love you more.â
Four Months Later: The First Crack in the Glass
âHow was work?â You asked Seungcheol one evening, and he groaned as he flopped into your bed, wrapped his arms around your waist, and cuddled you, making you smile. Your boyfriend might have been a big shot and a fancy literature professor, but he was a giant teddy bear behind closed doors, and in moments like this, you were reminded of it.Â
âYou want to know?â Seungcheol asked as he sat up and stood up to take off his shirt and pull off his work clothes to change into a more comfortable pair of sweats.Â
âI was teaching the kids about Sylvia Plath,â Seungcheol said slowly.Â
âOh, shit, Iâve heard of her,â you said absentmindedly, and Seungcheol let out a soft hum.
âSheâs one of the greatest writers, and youâve only heard of her?â Seungcheol asked. There was a hint of condescension in his voice, and you couldnât help but feel like there was a hint of judgment from him.Â
âCheol, tell me about her work,â you said, trying to push down the funny feeling his words left you with.Â
âI mean, what can I say? You smiled, watching him, listening intently as he fell into a soliloquy about Sylvia Plathâs writing. âThe woman was troubled. Like any great artist, she used her pain to create beauty. She turned her darkest thoughts into the most beautiful words,â Seungcheol explains.Â
âWhoâs your favourite poet?â Seungcheol asked suddenly, and you shrugged.Â
âI donât know if I have one. Literature was something I liked, and I enjoyed everything I read. I donât think I cared enough to love one author exclusively,â you replied, earning a grunt from Seungcheol.Â
âYou couldnât have liked it enough if you canât even tell me a favourite author. What about a poem or novel?â Seungcheol pressed, and you glared at him.Â
âYou sound like an arrogant prick,â you mumbled, and Seungcheol laughed and held up his hands in defeat.Â
âOkay, I apologise,â Seungcheol said, but the smile on his face made you realise that he didnât mean it.Â
âI loved the play A Dollâs House,â you said, and Seungcheolâs eyes widened.
âYouâre familiar with Ibsen?â He asked, unable to mask the surprise in his voice.Â
âJust because Iâm not some fancy fucking professor doesnât make me stupid,â you said, inching away from him, and Seungcheol let out a soft sigh.Â
âWhat did you love the most about the play?â Seungcheol asked.Â
âI guess, like Nora, I too feel like I always need to be a certain way and that people have an expectation of what and how I should be,â you admitted, looking down at your blanket, and you felt Seungcheol pull you into his arms.Â
âI hope thatâs not because of my thoughtless remarks?â Seungcheol asked, cupping your face with his large hands, and you shook your head.Â
âNo, but I guess just life. I just see so many people my age settling down, with a family and kids, and everything, and they have a steady job, and just everything,â you mumbled, and Seungcheol nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead.Â
âSo? Thatâs their journey, not yours, my love. You will have all those things when itâs right. You donât need to rush it,â Seungcheol said, and you smiled at him.Â
âThatâs one of my biggest insecurities, and I donât think Iâve ever voiced it, not even to Mia,â you confessed.
âI appreciate that you trust me with it and know that itâs a feeling that Iâll keep safe with me,â Seungcheol promised his words making you melt.Â
âYouâre my safety net?â You asked, and Seungcheol nodded.Â
âYep,â Seungcheol responded.Â
âOh, babe, my friends wanted to meet you, so I asked them over to dinner at mine, join me? I want to introduce them to the woman, who, I quote, âmakes me less of a miserable bastardâ,â Seungcheol explained.Â
âIâd love to,â you replied.âWait, miserable bastard?â You asked, unable to fight the slight grin on your face.Â
âWhen Yoona and I ended things, I was a miserable bastard,â Seungcheol explained.
âUm, not to rehash shitty memoriesâŚâ you started to say, and Seungcheolâs soft smile turned into a harsh glare as he spoke.Â
âThen donât. Iâm not interested in talking about her, and itâs none of your business,â Seungcheol snapped, and you nodded, feeling embarrassed for even bringing it up or attempting to.Â
âThere are some things in life we keep to ourselves, right? For all our lives, a secret we take to our grave, Yoona, is that for me,â Seungcheol explained, and you sighed in acceptance, wondering how awful that relationship could have been for him to be still so resentful.Â
âI get it. Youâll never hear her name from me again,â you vowed.
âThank you,â Seungcheol breathed out.Â
âFuck, does this dress look okay?â You asked, waltzing out of Seungcheolâs bathroom in a black cocktail dress. Seungcheol barely looked up as he placed the wine glasses on the dinner table.Â
âCheol,â you huffed, and he looked up at you.Â
âMy friends will like you; they donât care about what you wear,â Seungcheol said, and you walked over to the dining table with a sigh
âI get that, but still,â you trailed off, and Seungcheol shrugged.Â
You were about to respond when the doorbell rang. âCool, theyâre here. Just be yourself. Theyâll like you,â Seungcheol affirmed, and you sighed, nodding, as you watched him open the door for his guests.Â
âJeonghan, Chan, Mingyu, and Joshua, this my love, Y/N,â Seungcheol introduced you proudly, waving towards you as the four men walked into the house.You smiled and waved at them awkwardly.Â
âWhy donât we get a few drinks, and then we can all get acquainted?â Seungcheol offered, and the rest agreed with nods and hums.Â
âSo, what do you do?â Jeonghan asked.Â
âWell, Iâm a web designer, so I do a lot of freelance work,â you explained, and Jeonghan nodded, smiling.
âThatâs incredibly impressive,â Jeonghan complimented.Â
âWhat do you do?â You asked, and Jeonghan took a sip of his wine before answering.Â
âI also work with your boyfriend, except I teach law,â Jeonghan replied, and you nodded.Â
You were about to reply when you were suddenly interrupted by Seungcheol. âOh, Jeonghan, donât bore her; sheâs not into the academia,â Seungcheol said. You knew he meant no harm by it, but it made you feel like an idiot.Â
Did your boyfriend think you werenât smart enough to converse with someone other than him?Â
âWell, everyone likes criminal law, murders, and stuff,â Jeonghan joked, attempting to ease the tension, as he noticed how your face fell with Seungcheolâs comment.Â
âI know, I love watching crime documentaries,â you added.
âSame. What would you say are your favourites? Forensic files?â Jeonghan asked.Â
âY/N, you know that watching a documentary on crime, especially an extremely overproduced TV show, does not mean you understand the details of the law. You watch crime shows because you find it cool, but Jeonghan teaches the law. He respects and appreciates it immensely,â Seungcheol added, and you baulked at his words.Â
âIgnore him, Y/N, this pompous literature professor thinks that if you donât like Sylvia Plath, youâre a disgrace as a reader. Seungcheol canât understand that while her work is untouchable, itâs too much, and thatâs not a mark of oneâs intelligence. Rather what they like,â Jeonghan said. His last words were directed to Seungcheol and were emphasised with a particularly intense glare at him.Â
âCheol, why donât you look after the kids? Yeah, I think Joshua said something about replacing all your vintage books with decoys,â Jeonghan offered, and you were thankful for his comment as Seungcheol stalked off to the kitchen.Â
Jeonghan looked at you sympathetically before motioning for another man to join you in the conversation. He looked younger, and he had a bright smile.Â
âThis is Chan. Heâs the baby of the group,â Jeonghan said, and you couldnât help but think that his words were a dig at you, but you saw no malice in his voice. He just wanted you to meet another face.Â
You started a conversation with Jeonghan and Chan; this time, it was just about lighthearted topics. Thankfully, Seungcheol didnât interrupt with a patronising comment.Â
âDinnerâs set!â Seungcheol announced, and you sighed. You finally felt better about what happened between you two earlier, but you decided to swallow your pride and join him at the dining table.Â
âNo way you did all this, Cheol,â A man you vaguely remember called Mingyu mumbled, and Seungcheol laughed.Â
âTrue, my love here..â Seungcheol said as he moved closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in to kiss your cheek softly.Â
âShe helped. I would have burnt the bloody house down,â Seungcheol said.You took a deep breath before nodding in agreement.Â
You decided youâd chalk up Seungcheolâs initial crappy behaviour to him just being nervous, and maybe he just wanted to save you from a boring conversation but just had a terrible way of executing his plan.Â
Youâd let it go and try to enjoy the rest of the night.Â
Except, that didnât go to plan. Several minutes into the conversation, Seungcheolâs grip on your hand loosened, and by the time dessert was placed, Seungcheol had his chair tilted so that his back was facing you and no longer looking at you or engaging you in the conversation.Â
You felt awkward. Everyone in the room knew each other except you. You were the odd one out, and your boyfriend seemed completely fine ignoring you, too. You didnât want him to coddle you, but you didnât expect him to turn his back on you.Â
You placed your hand on Seungcheolâs back once to get his attention, but he merely shrugged it off, and you felt tears threatening to spill, so you politely and wordlessly excused yourself, not that anyone noticed.Â
You excused yourself to Seungcheolâs study, where you found yourself a bottle of wine, and decided to sip that and stayed all night and didnât emerge until after dinner and his friends left.Â
âHey, I thought Iâd find you here. Why didnât you join us for dinner? I told them you came down with a headache, but I got to say you didnât make me look good, doing that,â Seungcheol explained as he walked into his study, and you rolled your eyes at him as you took another sip of your wine.Â
âI just wanted to introduce you to my friends, and you just decided you couldnât be bothered?â Seungcheol scolds, and you scoff.Â
âWhy are you so pissed off?â Seungcheol asked as he sat across you, and you stood up and walked over to the window.Â
âIâm not pissed off. Who said I was pissed off?â You said sarcastically, and Seungcheol sighed.
âYouâre acting pissed off,â Seungcheol added. You sighed before speaking.Â
âYou acted like I was a fucking dumbass; what the hell was the comment you gave to Jeonghan? That Iâm not into academia, or that I can't understand the law because I watch a Netflix show about crime? You made me look like a fucking moron,â you spat.
âLook, whenever I try to show you anything about my work, you get bored, and you either fall asleep or canât keep up. I was trying to save you that with Jeonghan,â Seungcheol replied, and you stared at him in shock.Â
âI donât fall asleep because Iâm not interested. I fall asleep because you talk to me like a student. You lecture me; if you spoke to me about your work the way you do with your friends, with that same enthusiasm, then maybe Iâd pay more attention, but you fucking donât!â You shot back, making Seungcheol sigh.Â
âSo, what was I meant to do? Let you try and have a conversation with Jeonghan about the law, something you know nothing about?â Seungcheol asked, and you nearly slapped the smug look off his face.
âFuck you. You donât need to have a masterâs degree or prior knowledge about a subject to be interested in it and for fucks sake. I just wanted to get to know your friends, but whenever I tried, you intercepted the conversation with a comment that just made me sound like a fucking child,â you yelled at him, and Seungcheol groaned.Â
âThis was meant to be a good night, and youâre making it all about you,â Seungcheol mumbled.Â
âMe? How? You barely acknowledged me, you turned your fucking chair around and didnât look at me during dinner. You barely tried to include me. Your friends, theyâre all older than me, and you made no fucking effort to include me,â you yelled at Seungcheol.
âYou have a mouth. You could speak up. No one would stop you,â Seungcheol offered, earning a glare from you.Â
âWhy would I fucking do that? Whenever I contribute anything, you show up to either call me an idiot, or when I do try to get your attention actively, you fucking shrug me off. Do you know how that feels?â You asked, your voice trembling.Â
âFuck donât cry. Thatâs not fucking fair. I donât even remember the fact I shrugged you off. You canât attack me for something I donât even know about,â Seungcheol retaliated.Â
âFuck can you just acknowledge that you fucked up a little bit? Youâre making me feel so fucking stupid,â you choked out, and Seungcheol shrugged.Â
âI donât think Iâm making you feel that way. I think youâre making yourself feel that way,â Seungcheol offered, and you glared at him.
âFine, then, if Iâm so fucking stupid. Then, I should just let you be. Iâm going home. I donât want you to feel even more stupid with me around,â you snarled, slamming your wine glass down hard enough to startle Seungcheol but not hard enough to break the glass.Â
You stormed out of the room as Seungcheol helplessly followed after you. âWait, Y/N, fucking wait. Itâs late, please just stay until the morning, and Iâll drop you off; I canât drive you home yet, Iâve had too much to drink for it to be safe,â Seungcheol argued, and you scowled at him.Â
âI donât fucking need this. I can take a cab,â you said, grabbing your phone, and Seungcheol shook his head at you.Â
âNot a fucking chance, not so late, please; just let me sober up, and Iâll drive you back?â Seungcheol pleaded, and you gave in.
âIâm going to clean up,â you said, shoving past him and heading into the kitchen as you started to clean up the mess.Â
âLet me help,â Seungcheol offered, and you ignored him. âBabe, please, Iâm fucking sorry, just let me help you?â Seungcheol asked again, and you failed to notice how close he was standing next to you. You bumped into him, managing to drench yourself in red wine.Â
âFuck,â you hissed out as the tears threatened to spill over.
âGo, take a shower, Iâll clean up,â Seungcheol said, taking the glasses out of your hands, and you nodded as you silently walked back to the bedroom and stripped, putting your black dress in the laundry hamper and stepping into the shower.
You felt the tears stream down your face. As you washed up, you started to rationalise the fight in your mind. Maybe you had overreacted, or maybe Seungcheol just got caught up in the moment, hell youâve been guilty of that yourself when you meet your friends, so why should you hold him to a different standard?
You stepped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in one of Seungcheolâs fluffy white towels, and headed out of the bathroom to find Seungcheol sitting looking forlorn on the edge of the bed.Â
âIâm fucking sorry,â Seungcheol mumbled, and you sighed as you leant against the wall.Â
âI may have overreacted a bit. I just wanted to feel loved, but I get it, time and place,â you said.Â
âI do love you, and tonight I acted like a fucking ass. I just wanted to impress my friends, and I did it at your expense. Can you forgive me?â Seungcheol asked.Â
âI can,â you said, holding out your hand to him, which he took and walked over until he was towering over you.
âHow can I make it up to you?â Seungcheol asked as he placed a soft kiss on your lips, which you gladly reciprocated.Â
âWell,â you started to say as you undid the towel, letting it drop to the floor, and Seungcheol smiled at you.Â
âYou want to make it up to me, Cheol?â Seungcheol nodded furiously. You reached down and placed your hand gently on the top of his head and moved his head so his face was at your cunt.Â
âShow me how sorry you are,â you said, guiding his head into your pussy. Seungcheol gently pushed your back into the wall. He lifted your leg and wrapped it around his shoulder. He started by placing soft kisses, gently kissing your cunt. He ran his tongue over your folds, moaning as he tasted your arousal.Â
âSo sweet,â Seungcheol praised and dove back in with more desperation. He moved his tongue to your clit, and flicked his tongue against it. You moaned in approval, and he continued his movements.Â
He suddenly pulled his mouth away from your core, lifted you, and walked over to your bed. He laid you down gently, and his mouth found your cunt again. Seungcheol positioned himself on his knees at the edge of the bed, his tongue now reaching your entrance. He pushed his tongue inside you, and you mewled at the feeling. He shoved his tongue further into your cunt, and his hand reached your clit.Â
He rubbed at the swollen nub, and you soon found yourself cumming on his tongue. Your hips bucked against his face as you rode out your orgasm. As soon as you got down from your high, Seungcheol shoved two fingers into your pussy making you squeal at the oversensitivity.Â
He pushed his fingers deep inside of you until he reached a rough patch of skin, and you squealed. He smirked, and he started moving his wrist up and down, making his fingers repeatedly hit the spot inside you. It had you seeing stars.Â
Your second orgasm hit you harder as you felt yourself squirt for him. You were clawing at the bedsheet for support; the way he made your body feel was incredible. He latched his full lips around your swollen clit as he furiously pumped his fingers inside you, and a few short licks and you fell apart again.Â
You whimpered into the bedsheet, which was now soaking wet, and you reached your hands out for him. He smirked, and he pushed you back further onto the bed as he stripped himself. Seungcheol then climbed over and on top of you. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. His hard cock was resting against your aching cunt. Just seeing his length made you delirious.Â
He was so thick the first time you had sex with him, you couldnât even comprehend his thickness. He made you feel so full and had indeed ruined you for other men. His length was perfect, it was able to go deep inside you, and the thickness another word allowed you to feel so good. He filled you up. You bucked your hips against him, rubbing your wet folds against his cock, and he hissed at that. He pushed himself into you, and you moaned at the stretch.Â
His hands moved to unwrap your legs and positioned them around his neck. The new position allowed him to go deeper, and he pushed deep into your cunt. His thrusts were paced perfectly. Slow enough to make you feel every inch of his cock, and fast enough to make you moan.Â
âHarder, Cheol,â you whimpered, and Seungcheol smirked. He pulled out of you and flipped you over onto your hands and knees. He realigned himself and pushed into you.
You and Seungcheol always played rough and pushed each other beyond your limits. Your pussy was making obscene noises as you had cummed so hard. He picked up his pace, knowing he would not last much longer, and his grip went to your throat. You somehow found the ability to tap his hand, letting him know to choke you harder. You liked it, and so did he.Â
His grip around you tightened. He pushed into you, and you fell apart again. This time, you screamed into the pillow, and Seungcheol released not too long after you. He flipped you back over, laying you down on your back. He moved down again to your pussy, and licked and sucked. He moaned, tasting your release and his.Â
He always did this; he wanted to lick your pussy after cumming inside you. You didnât complain. A few more licks and one final suck to your entrance, and you came once again. He placed the last kiss on your cunt and pulled you into his arms.Â
âIâm still so fucking sorry,â Seungcheol apologised, and you rolled over to place your head on his chest.Â
âItâs okay, just donât do it again?â You said, and Seungcheol nodded, pulling you into a soft kiss as he held you until you fell asleep in his arms. The feeling of safety was still there, but why did it feel like there was a slight tear in the safety net that was your love?
You shook it off, thinking it was expected. Couples fought.Â
You two would be fine.Â
âMorning gorgeous,â Seungcheol mumbled the following day as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you made tea.Â
âHi,â you replied, turning around to face him as he pulled you into a soft kiss.Â
âI want to talk to you about something,â Seungcheol said, and you looked at him nervously.Â
âChill, itâs not a bad thing. Well it is, but it doesnât affect us,â Seungcheol explained as he guided you into the living room and onto the sofa.Â
âYoona, she was my first love, my first everything. Well, not everything, but she sure felt like it. I thought she and I would be together for the rest of our lives. I proposed, and she said yes, and somewhere along the road, everything went wrong. I found out she cheated several times while we were engaged,â Seungcheol explained as you held your breath.Â
âSo, whenever she is mentioned, I get agitated because she ruined me and made me cynical until I met you. You make me happy, happier than Iâve been in a very long time,â Seungcheol explained, and you sighed, feeling terrible for him.Â
âI want to continue making you happy for a long time, Seungcheol. I wonât ever hurt you like her,â you promised, making him smile at you.Â
âI love you, and Iâm sorry for last night. Look, thereâs a cocktail party at the university next Friday evening. Iâd like you there and want to show you off to everyone. I want to show off my girl,â Seungcheol said proudly.Â
âIâd like that,â you said, placing your lips on his plush ones.Â
You, too, would be fine. It was a slip-up, not a crack in the safety netâjust a slip.Â
âGood god, I was starting to think that Seungcheol had kidnapped you or something,â Mia joked, making you laugh nervously as she entered your apartment and hugged you tightly.Â
âWhy would you think that?â You asked, genuinely concerned about why your best friend had such a vivid imagination.Â
âWell, youâve only spoken to me a few times within the four months that you and Seungcheol have been dating, and I say this with as much honesty as I can. Donât become one of those girls that ditches all her friends once she finds a guy,â Mia joked, but you knew there was some weight to her words.Â
âMia, that was in university, and it happened once. Iâm not the same person anymore,â you defended, and Mia nodded.Â
âSo why did you want me to come over, girlsâ night, or trouble in paradise?â Mia asked, and how you chewed your bottom lip nervously was enough of a tell for Mia to sigh and understand.Â
âWhy donât you sit? Iâll grab the wine, and Iâll explain everything,â you explained another word, and Mia nodded as she kicked off her shoes and got comfortable on your couch.Â
You handed her a glass of cabernet and held another glass for yourself as you sat down on the sofa and started telling her about every detail for the last four months. It was going well until you finished recalling the details of last nightâs fight.Â
âWait, he did fucking what, and you fucking forgave him? Why because he made you cum?â Mia accused, and you cringed. You had just finished recounting the entire story of the dinner with Seungcheol.Â
âHe made a mistake,â you mumbled, and Mia scoffed.
âA mistake is forgetting to order dessert, not ignoring your girlfriend, or treating her like sheâs a bumbling idiot!â Mia fired back, making you sink into your seat.Â
âSorry, you need to talk to him about this. Sex is not an apology, and why did you forgive him? Did he just gaslight you into forgiving him? Is that what happened? Did he say that youâre being crazy or shit like that?â Mia interrogated, and you kept shrinking in your seat.Â
âMia, shut up. Stop using such extreme words for him,â you whimpered. You didnât like how loud her voice had gotten, and she sighed.Â
âHe used sex as an apology. Y/N, do you not know how big of a red flag that is? And the fact that you gave in makes it even worse because youâve now set the precedent that he can pull this sort of shit with you, and youâll forgive him if he makes you cum hard enough!â Mia rattled off, and you wanted to smack her if it meant shutting her up. Instead of being rational, you decided to defend your boyfriend, even if it meant doing it at the expense of hurting your best friend.Â
âMia fuck you. You were in a relationship with, what was that guyâs name, you remember, the one who cheated on you for four months straight, and you kept taking him back. Youâre going to lecture me about being spineless in my relationship when you let a guy walk all over you for four months straight because you were so fucking desperate!â You snarled and regretted the minute the words left your lips because you saw how hurt overtook Miaâs face and how her lower lips trembled.Â
âI havenât seen this side of you in a while. You were like this in university, where once you fell for a guy, you became blind to his every flaw and then lashed out at anyone who tried to tell you otherwise. You know what, Y/N, you know where I live. Find me when you decide to take off your rose-coloured glasses. I canât bear the sight of you right now,â Mia said, placing the wine glass down on your coffee table and storming out of your house.Â
You felt awful, but Mia was wrong to assume that Seungcheol would use sex as an apology instead of actually apologising instead. You shook your head and sighed, finishing your glass of wine. You would reach out to Mia eventually.
âFucking hell, you look beautiful, my love. I might just be the luckiest man alive,â Seungcheol praised as you stepped out of your bedroom.Â
You wore a red evening gown that exposed enough of your chest to be enticing but also respectable for a formal event at a university. You topped off your look with makeup that brought out your best features and slipped on red strappy heels.Â
âShall we?â Seungcheol asked.You looked up at him. He was wearing a black suit, and you honestly wanted to skip the university party and have him take you right here. Now, as if he could read your thoughts, Seungcheol laughed.Â
âDonât worry, you can rip this suit off me after tonight,â Seungcheol said, making you laugh too as you took his hand and headed to the party.Â
âY/N! So lovely to see you again,â Jeonghan greeted when you and Seungcheol entered the venue.Â
âWhat about me?â Seungcheol joked childishly, making Jeonghan roll his eyes.
âNeedy, isnât he?â Jeonghan teased, and you laughed.
âBut you love me,â Seungcheol said, and you smiled
âI do,â you said, making him smile backbefore he looked up, and he suddenly froze as his eyes fixated on a figure across the room.Â
âCheol?â You asked, noticing how Jeonghan also looked tense as both men intently stared at the figure, now making her way across the room to greet them.Â
âJeonghan, my favourite law professor, you know my students miss you dearly!â The lady joked.Â
âYoona,â Jeonghan acknowledged, and you, like Seungcheol, felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room.Â
This was Yoona?Â
This was the woman that broke Seungcheolâs heart? This woman, who Seungcheol failed to explain, worked alongside him. She was a colleague of his. He saw her every day at work, and nowhere during the four months did he think to mention that he still worked alongside his ex-fiancĂŠ.Â
You also felt Seungcheol let go of your hand, and you could have sworn he inched away from you.Â
âSeungcheol, itâs so lovely to see you, and who might this be?â Yoona asked as her gaze turned to you, making you gulp and then pale in horror as Seungcheol could not answer for a second.Â
âSheâs a friend,â Seungcheol mumbled, and you saw Jeonghan shake his head slightly, and you sighed at him, holding your hand to out to Yoona
âPleasure to meet you. How do you know Seungcheol?â You asked, feigning innocence, and you heard Seungcheol fail to bite back a hiss.Â
âIâm a colleague of his, and oh, I guess we have some history, actually pun intended on that.I teach art history here. Are you a prospective student?â Yoona asked, and you stared at her and looked back to see Seungcheol âs poker face staring back at you.Â
âNo, Iâm not a student. Iâm amazed that youâd think that,â you replied, unable to keep the slight bite use a different word your tone had to it.Â
âWell, what do you?â Yoona asked, and you were about to answer when Yoona beat you to the punch.
âWell, you must be a fellow academic. Our Cheol here has a type,â Yoona said as she shot you a wink and waltzed away from the conversation, leaving you a mess and Seungcheol angry.Â
âOkay, Iâm going to leave you two to it,â Jeonghan said as he rushed off too. You started to feel the room close in on you and you just wanted to leave.
âWould you excuse me? I need to make a phone call,â you said hastily as you ripped your arm out of Seungcheolâs hold and nearly ran out of the ballroom and outside to a quieter area of the venue until you found a secluded bench to sit on as you gathered your thoughts.Â
âI thought Iâd find you here,â you turned around to see Seungcheol standing, staring at you withhis hands in his pockets and looking at you with an emotion you couldnât decipher. Was it guilt or annoyance?Â
âThatâs Yoona?â You asked, and Seungcheol simply stared at you.Â
âThe Yoona?â You repeated, and Seungcheol sighed, nodding as he walked over to stand across from you. You could not look at him.Â
âWhat?â Seungcheol asked, and you let out a dry laugh at his ability to be so damn obtuse.Â
âThis is the woman who broke your fucking heart. You work alongside her, and you never once thought to, oh, I donât know, mention that she is not only your ex but your fucking colleague?â You snarled another word, and Seungcheol sighed.Â
âGrow up, adultshave to- what?â Seungcheol paused mid-speech when he saw you glaring at him.Â
âDo not fucking patronise me. This is not an age issue. Your ex,who at the mention of her name, you become a frigid bastard.You failed to mention that you work with her!â You repeated, raising your voice.Â
âWhat do you fucking expect me to do to? Run away? We met here, fuck, Iâm a grown man. I canât run from my problems!â Seungcheol shouted back, and you sighed.Â
âYou donât get it do you?â You choked out.Â
âNo, because youâre acting like a fucking child, and I am not one. I need to deal with every situation, no matter how unpleasant it is!â Seungcheol spat.Â
âFuck, shut the fuck up about being more mature because youâre not, not even for a fucking second. How the fuck do you expect to have a future with me when your past is there in front of your eyes every fucking day, and the worst part is that you never told me. You act as if I gave you this new lease on love, but now I donât know if thatâs something you can sustain because the woman who broke your heart is your colleague. What if one day she wants to try again? How do I know that I know that you wonât go running?â You rambled, letting a tear slide down your face.Â
âYouâre being selfish and so fucking unfair,â Seungcheol retorted.âDo you not think so?â Seungcheol asked rhetorically
.âFucking hell, I told you she cheated on me while I was fucking engaged. Do you think I have no dignity or some shit that Iâd go back running to the woman who ruined me?â Seungcheol yelled, and you shrank into yourself.Â
âCan you just do what I do, and fucking grow up and realise that in life you need to put up with people who you may not what anything to do with, but thatâs what being an adult is like?â Seungcheol continued to yell, each word piercing your heart.Â
âOh, then again, what would you fucking know about being an adult? You are a 25-year-old with no fucking direction in life. You have no stable job or anything stable. In contrast, all your friends are either settling down, and you fuck, you sit at home with no motivation to go out and find yourself some work,â Seungcheol yelled, using your biggest insecurity against you.
âYou have no fucking stability, and you act like a fucking child, so donât you dare lecture me on how to behave,â Seungcheol spat and then sighed deeply when he realised what he said.Â
âY/N-,â Seungcheol started to say, and you held your hand up to him.
âNo, fuck donât, Cheol, donât you fucking dare. You used my biggest insecurity against me. Who the fuck does that, huh?â You asked, and Seungcheol sighed, looking down.Â
âAs for stability, youâre right. I donât have a ton, but if there was something that I thought gave me some semblance of stability, I thought itâd be you.I thought that at least it would you, but you arenât my safety net anymore, are you?â You yelled, and Seungcheol looked down in shame.Â
âIâm sorry. I told you seeing her makes me turn into something else!â Seungcheol weakly defended, and you glared at him.Â
âNo. Fuck you, you donât get to do this. What about being an adult, huh? Being an adult means not getting set off by every situation that doesnât favour you. Instead, itâs about finding ways to cope. Itâs about setting boundaries, so your past doesnât hurt you and hurt the people in your present,â you choked out the last word as Seungcheol took a step forward towards you.Â
âY/N,â Seungcheol started to say, and you ignored him.Â
âJust fucking go back to your party. Iâm going home. Iâll text you, but please leave me alone for tonight,â you said, pushing past Seungcheol.
âPlease let me know when you get home,â Seungcheol said weakly, and you rolled your eyes at him.Â
âI said I would, didnât I? Now, fucking move,â you spat, storming out of the garden and out of the venue as you waited for your Uber to arrive.Â
You had barely gotten home that night when you heard someone pounding on your front door. You groaned, knowing it was Seungcheol. You glared at the front door, hoping that if you ignored the incessant pounding, then heâd get the hint and heâd just leave, but Seungcheol was relentless. You knew that.Â
You sighed, walking to the front door and opening it to reveal your teary-eyed boyfriend.
âBaby, can I please explain?â Seungcheol asked, and you ignored him as you let him into your house, and he closed the front door behind him.Â
You started walking back into the house, Seungcheol trailing behind you. Once you were inside, you turned to him, and before you could say anything. Seungcheol dropped to his knees, hugging your waist, begging for forgiveness. You ran your hands through his hair.
âCheol, itâs okay.âÂ
Seungcheol carried you to the shower, where he helped you shower and clean. He helped you dry up and pulled you into his arms once you were both curled up on the bed.Â
Seungcheol âs fingers were gently ghosting your cunt. You felt him turn you to face him; he captured your lips in his full ones. His hand finding your core, rubbing your clit, he did this till you fell apart. He repeated that almost four times until he pushed himself inside you till he came.Â
You couldnât sleep that night. Only one question plagued your mind.Â
Since when did sex make up for an apology?Â
You woke up the following day sore and worn out. Not just from the fight last night that left you out and alone in the cold but also from Seungcheol fucking you into the mattress. You heard faint snores from him, and you took it as an opportunity to get some alone time. You wondered, did he think sex would make up for what had happened?Â
After showering and cleaning yourself up, you headed to the kitchen to make breakfast, subconsciously making breakfast for two. You were stirring the noodles waiting for the water to boil, when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. You felt Seungcheol place kisses along your neck, and you melted into his embrace for a second until the events of last night came back to you.Â
âCheol, can you set the table up? Iâll get breakfast ready.â You said and you felt Seungcheol press a kiss to your cheek before running off to set the dining table. Once you made your way over with the contents of breakfast, you sat down and started to eat.Â
âBaby?â Seungcheolâs voice broke the silence, and you looked up to see him staring at you. His eyes were red, brimming with tears. You felt your heart clench.Â
âY/N, Iâm so sorry about last night,â Seungcheol started to apologise again; his voice was breaking as he tried to contain himself.
âWhich part, Seungcheol? The part where you failed to introduce me as your girlfriend, or the part where you threw my insecurities against me, or the part where you told me to grow the fuck up?â You fumed.
âAll of it, all of it,â Seungcheol said, standing up to kneel in front of you. âI fucked up so much, but,â Seungcheol started to say, and you interrupted him.Â
âIf you think that fucking me last night made it better, it didnât because now Iâm wondering if you think sex is the solution to all our problems,â you said.Â
âNever, I just, Iâm shit with words at times, and I knew that at least my actions could prove my love to you. Itâs a shit thing to do, but I didnât do it to distract you from last night,â Seungcheol replied.Â
âI want to talk about everything, but I want a breakdown of everything. First, why did you pull away from me when you saw Yoona? Were you embarrassed?â you asked, your voice breaking, and Seungcheol shook his head.Â
âOf course not,â Seungcheol replied swiftly, and you glared at him.
âBecause all I do wonder if when you call what we have love, you never call it what it is,â you admitted, and Seungcheol sighed as he stood up.Â
âCome on, letâs talk on the couch,â Seungcheol offered, and you stood up, taking Seungcheol âs hand as you walked over to your couch.Â
âI tell you, I love you,â Seungcheol said, and you nodded.
âYou do tell me that you love me, but the way you do it is like itâs a secret,â you mumbled, feeling a tear roll down your cheek.Â
âI get that Iâm younger, and Iâm not some fancy professor with a huge savings account, but the way you act at times, you act like you are ashamed of me. Fuck, for Yoona to say that you deviated from your type to date me. What does that mean? Am I some charity case, where youâll date a non-academic girl, and then later Iâll be a notch in your belt, a funny story to tell over Christmas, with your real wife, and everything?â You babbled as you broke into a sob, and you felt Seungcheol pull you into his arm as he hugged you tightly.
âYou think about a future with me?â Seungcheol asked, and you scoffed.Â
âIs that all you took from everything I just said?â You asked.
âNo, but it gave me hope. Look, Yoona brings out the worst in me, and you were right last night to tell me that as adults, we can let that jar us or act out because thatâs life, right? Meeting people and getting to know people you may not like is life, but Yoona, at one point, was my life. She was my future until she ruined it. Every time I see her, I lash out because Iâm brought back to the headspace that I was in when she cheated,â Seungcheol explained, pausing to take a breath.Â
âShe reminds me of every insecurity I had, she takes me back to a very dark headspace, and instead of working my way out of that, I lash out because fuck, Iâm scared that itâll happen again,â Seungcheol admitted looking down.Â
âYou think Iâd cheat on you?â You asked.
âNo, but youâre young, gorgeous, and still have so much ahead of you. I woudnât blame you if you found someone your age,â Seungcheol mumbled, making you scoff again.Â
âIâm with you, arenât I? Unless this is your plan? Pushing me so far that I no longer want to be with you? Is that what youâre trying to do?â You asked, and Seungcheol shook his head immediately.Â
âThen why the fuck is this constantly an issue?â You snapped, and Seungcheol winced slightly at your tone.Â
âI guess when I first started dating you, you were so different and, in a good way, a fresh breath of air, but everyone around me started joking that maybe you know it was just a fling because we are so opposite at times. However, as the months with you progressed, I know thatâs not it.I know I love you, and Iâm so fucking sorry that for so long I made you feel otherwise,âÂ
Seungcheol paused to take a breath. âI love you, and I am serious about this. I want to make this work, I do,â Seungcheol admitted another word.Â
âThen stop lashing out at me and talk to me. Stop running away from me, run to me instead,â you said softly, and Seungcheol smiled at you.Â
âI didnât mean what I said about you having no stability. It was so fucking shitty of me to use your insecurity against you. I just, fuck, thereâs no excuse, Iâm just fucking sorry,â Seungcheol apologised, his head hanging low.Â
âYeah, that stung. Look, how about we take a week, cool off, and I guess catch up in a week?â You offered, and Seungcheol agreed.Â
âHowâs this, Iâll plan a getaway for us, and Iâll cook us food too!â Seungcheol suggested, and you laughed.Â
âIâll follow a recipe to a tee and have Mingyu monitor me?â Seungcheol proposed making you grin at him.Â
âFine, but if I get sick from your food,â you started to say, and Seungcheol laughed.Â
âThen Iâll kiss it all better for you,â Seungcheol said lamely.Â
âIâll see you in a week, my love, and remind you why you fell in love with me,â Seungcheol promised as he placed a soft kiss on your lips, and you smiled as you watched him walk away.Â
You let out a breath you didnât realise that you were holding when he walked away. You nodded to yourself. You and Seungcheol would be fine, this was a slight tear in the safety net, but you two would be fine, you convinced yourself, for it was only a tiny tear.Â
âHey,â you mumbled, embarrassed, as Mia opened her front door the following evening.Â
âWhat, have you come here to tell me I deserve no love or something?â Mia spat, and you felt like you had been slapped, and looked down in shame. You deserved that much.Â
âMia, I fucked up. Can we talk, though?â You asked, holding the box of doughnuts in your hand, and she sighed, nodding as she let you in.Â
âSo, what, Iâm assuming the Mr. Perfectly Wrong fucked up again?â Mia mocked, and you sighed as you kicked off your shoes and sat on her couch.Â
âHe was engaged in the past, and she was like his dream girl,â you said, unable to stop the way your voice trembled at recalling Yoona and realising how she was the opposite of you. She was dignified, elegant, older, wiser, or whatever other negative thought you tortured yourself with.Â
âShe still works with him. They both teach at the university; he never told me, Mia. I had to find out because I met her at a university event,â you mumbled, unable to stop the tear that slid down your face.Â
Mia sighed as she sat down next to you, and you took it as a positive sign to launch into the story of the fight.Â
âOh, that mother fucker!â Mia swore, and you flinched at her expression.Â
âMia, he was hurt,â you mumbled, and she scoffed.Â
âHow many excuses do you want to give this piece of shit? I get that love is blind. I fucking do. You cruelly pointed it out to me, but let me tell you something, my love, heâs blinded you. Heâs no good for you. Heâs condescending, judgmental, rude, and worst of all you keep forgiving him when he gives you half-assed apologies!â Mia ranted, making you look down in shame.Â
âIs that who you want to fucking be with?â Mia asked. âA man who keeps you like a secret, aman who acts like youâre a kid, a man who talks down to you?â You sighed.
âMaybe itâs just a bad spell. Heâs not like this, ever,â you defended, and Mia groaned, rubbing her forehead.Â
âThis man, I donât care how good the sex is or how amazing the good moments are. The good moments arenât enough to mask that he is inherently flawed and has a complex. A complex that he will project onto you, and you will struggle to try to meet the ideal woman in his head. Still, youâll try all your life because that woman doesnât exist, and not to be unkind, but itâs because that woman will never exist for him. He doesnât know what he wants,â Mia explained, calming down as she sat down next to you.Â
âHe said he loved me,â you mumbled weakly, and Mia nodded.Â
âIâm not denying that he cares for you, but his ego comes before you, Y/N. You will bend over backward for this man, and you have, but see if he even bothers to put in an ounce of that same effort that you put into this relationship,â Mia continued , and you glared at her.Â
âYou know what? I didnât come here to be yelled at. I get enough of that from him!â You seethed, and Mia frowned at you.Â
âThere, right there, if you canât even figure out whatâs so fucked up about that sentence, then I donât know what even to tell you,â Mia said. Â
âWeâve hit a rough spot, but weâll be fine,â you shouted, almost as if you were convincing yourself more than Mia.Â
âYou know what, Iâll be here when this illusion is broken,â Mia mumbled, standing up, and you took that as your cue to leave.Â
You stormed out of Miaâs house and drove straight to Seungcheolâs.Â
âBaby?â Seungcheol asked when he opened the door and saw your downcast expression.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Seungcheol asked, and you shook your head at him.
âCan I stay here? I know weâre meant to meet at the end of the week, but I just need you,â you asked.
âOf course, my love, you know where everything is. I just have to grade one more paper. Then Iâll join you?â Seungcheol asked.Â
You were so worn out from the week's dramatics that you quickly showered, changed into one of Seungcheol âs shirts, and headed to bed. You curled up in Seungcheol âs bed. You smiled when you felt him join you later that night, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
Protecting you, never letting you go, he was your safe space.Â
You woke up the following morning to something stroking your thighs, and you opened your eyes to see Seungcheol âs head placed between your legs. He was kissing your inner thighs, slowly making his way to your cunt.Â
You moaned as you spread your legs, placing them onto his shoulders. Seungcheol âs luscious lips wrapped around your clit.
As he sucked, his pressure was perfect. He pushed in two fingers and thrust them in your cunt, as he sucked on your clit. He licked and fingered until you came around his fingers. Occasionally, he would run his tongue up and down your wet folds but always go back to your cunt.Â
âMorning, princess,â Seungcheol greeted as he hovered over your body and captured your lips in a sweet kiss. It felt like the first time you slept with him.Â
Passionate yet soft, you felt loved, and that was not something you felt in his embrace for a while.Â
âMorning, handsome,â you mumbled sleepily as Seungcheol pulled you on top of him. You felt his cock hard and waiting. You moved and sat up and slowly sank on his length.Â
âFuck!â You let out a groan of pleasure. He felt so good inside you. You lifted your legs and started moving your hips, riding him. You felt his grip tighten on your thighs as he helped you ride him.Â
You wanted to see him fall apart underneath you. You trailed your hands to his fingers, and your nails grazed his nipples, making him buck into you. You moaned as his hips pushed his cock deeper inside you. You kept riding him until you felt him still and released inside you. You sighed, feeling his warmth fill up your cunt. You hadnât cum yet, and Seungcheol knew that.Â
âPrincess, over here,â Seungcheol motioned to your mouth, and you moved, legs shaking as you sat on his waiting tongue. Seungcheol, as always, licked you clean of his cum.Â
You both were still in bed in the afternoon, simply embracing and kissing each other, when Seungcheol spoke, breaking the silence.Â
âSo, do you want to make the trip a little earlier?â Seungcheol asked, and you looked at him, smiling.Â
âCan you take leave on such short notice?â You asked.Â
âBaby, itâs reading week for the students, so yes, I donât need to worry about them for now. I want to focus on us.â
~~A Trip Upstate~~
âGot everything?â You asked Seungcheol for the fifth time. You had to stop yourself from laughing as your boyfriend kept going back and forth between his apartment and his car, forgetting something with each trip.Â
âWait, oh, for the fucking love of god. I forgot the car keys,â Seungcheol groaned as he ran back into the house, and you laughed at him some more. You were still laughing when he came back.Â
âHi,â Seungcheol said sweetly as he wrapped his arms around your waist, capturing you in a warm hug.Â
âI like seeing you like this, happy and laughing,â Seungcheol said, making you smile at him.Â
âWell, you make me laugh and happy,â you admitted, placing your chin on his chest and looking up at him.Â
âIâve been fucking that up a lot, but I promise you, this time I wonât fuck up. I love you, and I need to get back to showing you that itâs not an empty promise,â Seungcheol spoke, and you reached up to pull him into a soft kiss.Â
âI love you, and thank you,â you mumbled against his lips.Â
âShall we, my love? Thereâs a nice cabin I want to take you to upstate, and it has our names written on it,â Seungcheol said , and you nodded as he helped you into the car.Â
The drive up to the cabin was filled with jokes, laughter, and a few kisses here and there. It felt normal. Like you finally got your Seungcheol back, like all the fights could be forgotten because he was back to normal here. However, that hope ended the second you and Seungcheol started fighting over how to cook a dish.Â
âWhy are you so mean about this? Iâm helping you; you donât even know how to peel a fucking onion!â You snapped at Seungcheol, who was crushing the microwavable rice packet.Â
âI might not know how to peel a fucking onion, but at least Iâm not a 25-something that has no fucking direction in life!â Seungcheol spat back, making you exhale deeply.Â
âY/N,â Seungcheol started to say, and you glared at him.Â
âNo, Cheol, what the fuck, what the actual fuck? Youâve been using my insecurity against me twice now, and what-do you think each time you apologise, Iâll come back crawling? Or something? Iâm tired of this, and Iâm,â you took a deep breath to collect yourself.Â
You would not let Seungcheol see you fall apart, not when he was the reason behind the tears.Â
âWeâre done,â You stated calmly, glaring at Seungcheol, who didnât dare follow you as you walked away,.You grabbed your overnight bag and called an Uber, heading out of the cabin.Â
You werenât sure if you had properly ended the relationship between the two of you, but you were tired of constantly giving him the benefit of the doubt, and for him to only shatter it the second he felt remotely attacked.Â
1 Month Later: The Breaking PointÂ
âDonât you fucking dare,â you mumbled to Mia, who had picked you up from the floor of your house last night. You had called her on your way back home, and thankfully she didnât ask many questions, and just tried to help you.Â
Since you left Seungcheol, you didnât know where you two stood. He made no effort to contact you, so you just assumed that since you yelled. âWe are done,â at him, that you were.Â
Seungcheol took the hint and left you, but what pained you the most was that he could never run after you.Â
You craved his touch, his voice. You wanted him, but his lack of effort made you think he wanted nothing to do with you. Were you just a waste of time for him?Â
You thought that what you two had was a masterpiece, or what was that before he tore it all apart? Or was it you? Were you the one who tore it all to pieces?Â
All that to say, you had held yourself together, well, or at least you could put on a happy face. You just plastered on a fake smile and went on about your day. You put your efforts into your job out of spite.Â
You wanted to prove to Seungcheol that you werenât some bumbling idiot, but instead, you were a 25-year-old with things going for her. You wanted him to see you wanted him to be proud of you, but he wasnât here to see it. Maybe he never cared.Â
Your breaking point was this afternoon. You had just secured a huge contract, and just as you had signed on the dotted line, you wanted to share it with Seungcheol. You froze mid-text when you realised that he wouldnât care. He wouldnât care if you had done something remarkable because you two were done, so why should he care?
So, you started bawling at home and shakily dialed Miaâs number, and thatâs when she came to your rescue. She came to find you when you were at your lowest, and you felt guilt engulf you. You had defended Seungcheol to her, insulting her viciously, but she never batted an eyelid.Â
âYou know most people say thank you,â Mia joked, and you sighed.
âI am thankful, trust me, more than you know. I know you want to say I told you so, so go for it,â you snapped, and Mia shook her head as she helped you sit on the couch.Â
âHe lost the one real thing he had. Thatâs not on you. He never fought enough for you,â Mia explained as she pulled you into a gentle hug, which made you blubber and, thus, make you cry more.Â
âNothing, nothing from him, for a fucking month, Mia! Nothing. I thought he loved me and saw a future with me and all that bullshit, but he did not fucking bother, not once, to even be like, are you okay? Nothing, he just, fuck, wait, I think my phone is ringing in the bag. Can you help me grab it?â You asked, and Mia nodded, scrunching her nose at the private number.Â
âI swear if itâs that fucker calling through a random ass number to get to you, heâs going to get the living lights smacked out of him,â Mia threatened as she handed your phone to you.Â
âHello?�� You answered.Â
âHello, Miss Y/N. We have been given your number as an emergency contact. Do you know Mr. Choi Seungcheol ?â
âIâm sorry. Who are you?â You asked, your voice trembling. What happened to Seungcheol?
âSorry, Iâm Nurse Lee. Iâm calling from the Seoul National Hospital. We have been given your number as an emergency, so we are calling to ask if you could come down and sign a few things for us?â You sighed in relief, but only slightly.Â
You got into your car, not caring if you got a fine for speeding. You reached the hospital and parked, running in your heels to the main lobby. You frantically explained that you got a call and were quickly ushered upstairs to the wards.Â
You heard laughing and opened the door to see your ex-boyfriend laughing with the doctor. His eyes widened as he saw, and just like that, his laughter faded. The doctor noticed your presence, and he waved you in.
âYou must be Y/N. Thank you for coming here. We just need to discharge him, and we need you to sign a few forms for him.â You nodded, still confused, âIâll be back in around thirty minutes. Iâll let you two catch up.â The doctor left the room and left you both alone.Â
âCheol?â You said softly.Â
Seungcheol wasnât looking at you. You walked to his bedside when you saw there was enough space. You sat down slowly and held his face in your hands. He reluctantly looked at you.Â
âWhat happened?â you asked. You let go of his face so he could talk.Â
âItâs not a big deal,â He said. You rolled your eyes.Â
âIt is, especially if youâre in the hospital.â You countered.Â
âDonât laugh.â He said, warning you. You nodded. âSo, long story short, I may have dropped a knife on my foot.â You looked at him, perplexed.
âHow?â
âI was cooking, and it was going well. Then the knife slid off the counter and onto my foot. I didnât lose a toe, just a lot of blood. So yeah, by the time I got here, I passed out from blood loss, and I guess thatâs why they called you.â He blurted in one go, and you tried to stifle a laugh.
âSeriously?â He said, but you could hear the smile in his voice. His heart warmed at the sight of you smiling. It had been so long since he was the reason for your smile.Â
âIâm so sorry, but why were you trying to cook?â You asked.Â
Seungcheol âs laugh faded, and he paused. âI noticed a lot about me that Iâm not good at. Cooking is at the top. I felt as if I could attempt to conquer that maybe I can do more in life,â Seungcheol looked down at his hands covered in wires. You touched his thigh, making him look at you.Â
âYou are good at so much,â you countered, and Seungcheol shook his head.
âProfessionally, maybe, but my personality? No. Nothing great there,â Seungcheol said, resignation lacing his tone. You opened your mouth to say something, and Seungcheol spoke first. âIâm not saying this to guilt-trip you into taking me back. After you broke up with me, I started seeing someone,â your hand jerked away from his thigh, which confused Seungcheol until he saw the heartbreak on your face.Â
âNo, Y/N. I meant seeing a professional,â Seungcheol said, laughing.
âSorry,â you mumbled, unsure what you were apologising for. Â
âIf you think Iâm even close to being able to move on from you, youâre insane.âÂ
âCome on, let me drive you home?â You said, Seungcheol nodded.Â
âI appreciate it, thank you.âÂ
While driving, something occurred to you, and you had to ask. âCheol, um, how come I was your emergency number? Last I remembered, you said it was Jeonghan?â Seungcheol blushed and scratched his neck.Â
âUh, well, itâs embarrassing now, but I changed it three months into us dating,â his confession, making you almost drive through a red light.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âUgh, I sound so stupid because weâre not together, but I guess I wanted you to know I trust you. I know my actions during our relationship were deeply contradictory to that. I also knew that you would be the one for me.âÂ
âThe one? In three months?â You asked.Â
Seungcheol smiled fondly at you. âCan you pull over?âÂ
Seungcheol fished out his wallet, looked for something, and pulled out a small silver ring.Â
âSeungcheol, what the fuck?âÂ
âTrust me; itâs not a proposal. I donât think Iâll be that lucky. I just thought it was something I should get after three months. I wanted to give this to you, but then I hurt you so many times after, and each time, we tried to make it work, and I kept on fucking it up for us. It was a promise ring that Iâd never hurt you again, and I guess I failed.â Seungcheol admitted, and you noticed a tear fall down his face.Â
âWhy do you still have the promise ring?â You asked.Â
âWishful thinking, I guess?â Seungcheol replied.
âI miss you,â you mumbled, and Seungcheol heard you.
âWe can try again,â you offered weakly.Â
âNo, not yet. Let me learn. Let me be a better man for you. If I canât, then know you deserve so much more,â Seungcheol spoke, and you smiled softly at him.Â
You resumed driving. Upon reaching Seungcheol âs house, you pulled up and helped him out of the car and into his apartment. You laughed when you saw the floor covered in blood. It was not a normal reaction, but the backstory was quite amusing.Â
âHey, Cheol, why donât you lie down? Iâll clean this up for you?â You said.Â
âNo, I can manage,âÂ
You glared at him. âTrust me,itâs safer that I do this,â You laughed as you watched him hobble to his bedroom. Thank goodness he didnât live in a multi-story house.Â
After cleaning up, you found Seungcheol sitting in his bed, playing music and softly humming. You knocked on his door. Seungcheol smiled and waved you in.Â
âHi.â
âBloodâs gone,â you said, and he patted the space next to you, and you sat down on the bed next to him.Â
âThank you. Somehow, youâre always cleaning after my mess.âÂ
âSeungcheol, donât,â your voice firm.Â
âI cannot even begin to tell you how sorry I am. Fuck, come here,â he patted the space in front of him. You carefully moved and sat between his legs so as not to hurt his bandaged foot. Seungcheol pulled your hair to the side, kissing softly on the nape of your neck.Â
âJust please, donât break me apart again because I donât think Iâll recover anymore if you do,â you pleaded, and Seungcheol turned you around in his embrace so that you faced him.Â
âNever again, I promise,â Seungcheol promised. bullshit
âOkay, so where is your boyfriend?â Mia asked, venom dripping off every word, and you rolled your eyes at her.Â
âHe probably got caught up with work. Can you fucking let it go?â You asked, and Mia shrugged.Â
âIâm just saying, for a man walking on thin fucking ice, he better at least bother with his girlfriendâs birthday party,â Mia stated before walking out of the room to place balloons in another part of your apartment.Â
You sighed, knowing she was right, but Seungcheol was busy. Maybe heâd be late, but heâd show up. You kept telling yourself this until midnight when he never showed up, but you were several drinks in and had enough liquid courage to storm over to his place, which is precisely what you did.Â
You hailed a cab and made the drunken journey to his.Â
Your conscience was warning you. You paid no attention.Â
Yousure as hell ignored it for long enough. You could continue to do so.Â
You knocked on the door, and the door opened to reveal a shirtless Seungcheol in a pair of black sweats. You had lost all sense of rationality, and at this point, you didnât know what was right or wrong.Â
âY/N?â Seungcheol asked, confused, as would anyone. He couldnât help but take in your appearance, how your cleavage left little to the imagination, but he knew the reality was better, how your heels made your ass seem even rounder. Your face was beautiful as always, but your mascara had run slightly, and your nose was red.
âCan I come in?â You asked. He nodded quickly, letting you in and closing the door behind him.
Seungcheol slowly guided you to the sofa, and he sat down, waiting for you to sit beside him. Instead, you straddled him, your legs on either side of his hips.Â
âMy birthday. I got a crappy, âhappy birthdayâ text from you, and you donât show up to my party. What the fuck is wrong with you? This is not the attitude from someone who wants another chance,â you fumed, and Seungcheol stared at you sighing. He had no excuse, none whatsoever.Â
âY/N, Iââ You shut Seungcheol up with a kiss. You rolled your hips against his crotch, and you could feel that underneath his sweats, he was naked. No boxers. You could partially feel his cock against your lace-covered cunt.Â
âY/N, I, whatâs going on, fuck,â Seungcheol stopped speaking as you started sucking his neck, gently grazing your teeth against his neck andmaking him whimper for you. You felt his cock harden fully underneath you. You pulled away from his neck for a moment.Â
âCheol, at this moment, I need to forget that Iâm mad at you,â you admitted, and Seungcheol sighed before nodding as his grip on your thighs tightened.Â
âIâm not saying no; you donât need to apologise, and you donât need to leave, but we need to talk when weâre done,â Seungcheol added.Â
âI will.âÂ
âGood.â Cheol stood up from his position and carried you into the bedroom. And he noticed your makeup had smudged and brought you to the bathroom. He placed you on the counter, his lips immediately finding yours. Kissing you, his lips pulled and sucked on yours. You moaned, allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth.Â
Seungcheol deepened the kiss. His hands found the straps of your dress; he pushed them down. You hissed as your breasts met the cold air of the room. Seungcheol helped you out of the dress, leaving you in your soaked underwear. He groaned at the sight. His hands went to your legs, pushing the heels off your feet, his lips never leaving yours. He moved his hands to your underwear and pulled it off. He groaned when he saw how wet you were.Â
He pushed his sweats down and undressed; he stood erect and naked in front of you, and you took a moment to drink in his appearance. Seungcheol guided you into the shower, and you let out a moan, when you felt the warm water hit your skin. Soothing you, you felt Seungcheol turn you around and push your back against the wall. He placed kisses down your neck, his lips finding your breasts. He sucked and nibbled your nipple as his other hand massaged and squeezed and tugged the other breast. Cheol moved his body down yours as his lips found your cunt.Â
Seungcheol placed a soft kiss. He gently lifted a leg and wrapped it around his broad shoulders. He pushed two fingers inside of you, groaning at how wet you were, where he could practically taste your arousal. He angled his fingers inside you and started to finger you, and his lips found your core, as he ran his tongue against your folds.Â
He pulled your clit between his teeth, gently grazing the swollen bud. You whimpered. He replaced his teeth with his plush lips. Wrapping them around your clit and sucking as his fingers pounded into you. He kept his movements up until you came. You tightened against his fingers, and your clit throbbed in his mouth as he helped you ride out your orgasm.Â
Seungcheol gently unhooked your leg from his, and you sank to your knees. You pushed against his toned abs, and his back hit the shower wall. You wrapped your lips around his cock; he was thick. While your hands wrapped around the remainder of his length, you took him and started to suck him. He let out a low growl and a strangled whimper as you continued to suck him. You grazed your nails along his thighs and whimpered, bucking his length into your throat, making you gag slightly. You kept sucking until you felt him still and releasein your mouth.Â
You smirked as Seungcheol was panting. He pulled you two on your feet and into a sweet kiss. He cleaned the both of you up, his hands finding your face and washing the smudged mascara off your face. He guided you out of the shower and to his bed. You moaned as you felt the soft sheets against your naked body.Â
Seungcheol couldnât get enough of you. His eyes drank you in. His mouth was desperate to taste you again. He approached you, lifted your legs, and placed them on his shoulder. His mouth found your cunt again. He started by placing soft kisses against your cunt, knowing where to lick you.Â
He wasted no time. He dove straight in, his thick tongue flicking against your swollen clit. Your hands made their way into his hair. He pushed in three fingers this time. He lapped at your arousal while you whimpered in oversensitivity. It didnât take much after that for you to cum on his tongue.Â
Seungcheol rubbed his cock against your wet folds several times and then pushed in. You hissed as the stretch was quite intense after two orgasms, but he felt so good. You tugged on his hair, making him look up at you. You brushed your thigh against his hardened length, and he wasted no time.Â
âMoveâ, you whispered, and thatâs all it took for Seungcheol to lift your legs and place them on his shoulders, allowing him to hit deeper inside you. His thrusts were rough, and each time, he would withdraw only to push back harder and deeper.Â
He leaned down and captured your lips in his. You melted into the kiss while he pounded into your cunt. You were a mumbling and moaning mess underneath him. You felt yourself clench around this length, making him groan into the kiss. He pushed a few more times until you fell apart on his cock.Â
He pulled out of you gently and laid down beside you.Â
You woke up a few hours later, not realising you had fallen asleep.Â
You woke up to at least thirty texts and missed calls from Mia, and you sighed, stepping out of Seungcheolâs bedroom to call her. You quickly told her what happened last night, and Mia could only relay her disappointment.Â
âDo you not see how far gone you are, Y/N; youâre making excuses for him. People like him donât do this just once.âÂ
âHe was busy and couldnât make it,â you explained, and Mia scoffed.Â
âY/N, Iâm telling you as someone who has been through something like this. He will leave you broken.â You scoffed, and your following words were nothing but pure venom.Â
âMia, you had a relatively hot boyfriend, and he dumped your ass. So I guess youâre not too different to me since the only thing youâre good for is looking the way you do. You couldnât keep him either..â You kept your voice stern and firm.Â
Mia groaned. âI wonât ever say I told you so, but when the inevitable happens, you know where to find me. Iâll listen because I know you wonât.â With that, Mia hung up.Â
You sank to the floor. Â
How did a loving relationship with your boyfriend leave you so drained and lashing out at others to defend him? What went wrong?
âHey, did I interrupt something?â Seungcheol asked, startling you, and you stood up, shaking your head. You didnât want to get into it with him right now.Â
âHere,â Seungcheol said, handing you a coffee mug, and you nodded, taking it.Â
âYouâre right. My actions last night werenât of a boyfriend trying hard to prove that heâs worthy of being with you,â Seungcheol explained, and you rolled your eyes.Â
âIâm tired of hearing you apologise. I need you to show me that youâre fucking sorry,â you said .Â
âWhat about a date tomorrow? Thereâs a gala at my university. Donât worry, it wonât be like last time, I promise,â Seungcheol begged, and you sighed, nodding.Â
You werenât exactly sure what made you want to give him a second chance, but maybe because you loved him or the idea of him, you werenât entirely sure which one. You just knew that regardless of what the situation was with you two. With him, it still felt like home somehow.Â
DIVDER:
You and Seungcheol walked hand in hand to his gala; this time, he wasnât distant, curt, or moody. He was jovial, greeted everyone, and introduced you until Yoona entered the picture.Â
Seungcheol wasnât flirting, but he sure as hell didnât bother to hide how happy and excited he was to see his ex, considering he spent nearly 45 minutes talking to her. You stormed out of the venue and waited by his car until he noticed.. oblivious to your anger.Â
âWaiting long?â Seungcheol asked, and you scoffed.
âIâm amazed you remembered I existed. You seemed to be taken by Yoona. I thought I was a distant memory,â you mocked, earning a glare from Seungcheol.Â
âLetâs just go home, yeah?â Seungcheol asked, and you nodded, following him into his car.This time, he didnât help you in.âWhen the fuck did I give you a reason to think Iâd cheat? How many times do I need to fucking tell you that Yoona and I are done?â Seungcheol bellowed suddenly, and you sighed.Â
âThatâs not the fucking point!â You yelled back, and Seungcheol sighed, loosening his tie. Â
âThe point is that you always gloss over our problems, you always act like Iâm a child or something, and you never tell me the truth. When I get mad, you act like Iâm insane even to be upset. Do you know how that fucking feels?â You yelled, and Seungcheol glared at you.
âNot my fucking problem thatyou donât understand how the fuck relationships work, or maybe youâre too fucking immature to make one work,â Seungcheol hissed as his grip on the steering wheel only got tighter.Â
âThis is so fucking rich coming from you considering the fucking fact your ex dumped you, and yet youâre so obsessed with her that you didnât care that she cheated on you. Instead of spending the night with me, someone who loves you, you cosied up to someone who walked all over you!â You yelled.Â
âY/N, get out of the car before I make you!â Seungcheol yelled, making you whimper at his tone and words.Â
âSeungcheol, please, Iâm so sorry,â you were begging, but Seungcheol ignored you. He leaned over and opened the car door. You looked at him; his eyes were trained on the road ahead.Â
âSeungcheol, please donât do this,â you begged. You knew you couldnât change his mind, but you were scared. He didnât seem to care. You reluctantly exited the car, gently closing the door behind you. Seungcheol wasted no time, and he sped away, drove off, and left you alone in the dark.Â
You were freezing, and your outfit did nothing to counter the cold. You let out a sob, your feet in absolute agony from the heels, and your mind an emotional mess. You pulled your phone out of your purse to call someone. You called Seungcheol, no response. You sighed more. Seeing as he would ignore you the entire night, you called the last person you could think of.
âY/N? What? Itâs two in the morning. What do you want?â Miaâs voice was hoarse and laced with sleep. You tried to reply but couldnât help the whimper that escaped your throat.Â
âHey, whatâs wrong?â Mia asked, her voice now concerned.Â
âI donât know where I am, and itâs dark and cold. Iâm so sorry for disturbing you. I shouldnât haveââÂ
âY/N, stop, pin me your location. Iâm coming to get you,â You sobbed out a thank you and sent her your location.Â
Around twenty minutes later, you saw a car enter the empty street, and it screeched to a halt suddenly. Mia stepped out with a coat and ran towards you. She wrapped the coat around your body. She didnât ask questions; she just guided you to heris car.Â
âLetâs get you home,â Mia said. She was fuming, but she was scared that if she yelled at you nowâwhich she surely would, sheâd break you into two.Â
âDo you want me to come in?â Mia asked as she pulled up outside your apartment, and you shook your head.Â
âI just need time alone, but thank you, Mia,â you said, who nodded as she watched you leave the car before waving to you and driving off.Â
âBaby! Youâre safe!â You turned around to see Seungcheol running after you, and you sighed as you walked into your apartment. Seungcheol followed you, and this scene was one you knew all too well.
âYou threw me out of the car!â You yelled the minute you were inside the apartment.Â
âI was scaredIâd say something worse if you stayed. I was trying to mitigate further damage.âÂ
You rolled your eyes at him.âYouâre a fucking moron.â
âI am, but I came back, Iââ you interrupted him.Â
âFor what? To apologise?â You asked, and you hated that hope still coated your words.Â
âNo, because I canât do this anymore. I canât, youâre acting so fucking immature, but weâre not good for each other. I need someone who gets me. I canât coddle you every five seconds because you got your fucking feelings hurt,â Seungcheol said, finality lacing his words.Â
âSo, if we were closer in age, we would have worked?â You asked, and Seungcheol sighed, nodding.Â
âIâll send someone for my things, and Iâll mail your things back to you by the end of the week,â Seungcheol mumbled as he walked out of your apartment.Â
He left as quickly as he came into your life. Youâd experienced heartbreak before, but nothing like this. You wanted to die. You tried to stop feeling because the pain manifested into physical pain as you felt your entire body go numb and limp. You couldnât handle it, and you felt all too much all at once.Â
The Reeling
It had been two weeks since Seungcheol broke up with you and after he returned your things to youin a box with no goodbye letter and nothing to give you any semblance of closure, you impulsively booked a train ticket to see your folks Â
If Seungcheol didnât want to coddle you, you tried to find comfort in the two people you knew would.Â
âY/N?â She was confused by how upset you were. Your mother practically yelled when she saw you at the front door, and you burst into tears the minute she saw you and hugged her.Â
âI missed you,â you cried into her arms while she was happy to see you.Â
âCome in. Why donât you go to your room freshen up?â You nodded.
âHi, stranger.â You said, scaring your father, who was too engrossed in a crossword puzzle.
âY/N!â He yelled, standing up to hug you.Â
âOh, whoâs ass do I need to kick for you crying?â You shook your head.Â
âNo one, I just missed you guys,â you lied, and your parents nodded knowingly.Â
âFreshen up, honey. Weâll be right here with food and a drink?â You nodded at your mother and headed to shower
âSeungcheol,â You answered your phone that was ringing. You had just gotten out of the shower and were drying your hair.Â
âUh, hi. Sorry, I wanted to pick up my hoodie. I left it at yours, but you werenât there, and I just wanted to check when youâd be back so I could get it?â Seungcheol asked, so casually, so casually cruel.Â
At least he was honest. You knew nothing was left there anymore,
âIâm visiting my folks; Iâll send it to yours when Iâm back,â you said, keeping your tone neutral and devoid of emotions.Â
âCool. Thanks,â Seungcheol said, hanging up before you could get a word out.Â
You broke down again. He called you, only to break you all over again.Â
âSo, itâs a boy problem? Itâs got to be,â your father mused after dinner. You two and your mother were in the living room, sipping wine and catching up.Â
âI was a fucking idiot. I gave him a chance after chance,he walked all over me, and I let him because I loved him,â you whined to your parents, who smiled sympathetically at you.Â
âI would rather you didnât call yourself that. I didnât raise one.â You smiled at your dadâs attempt to be funny.Â
âWell, I was,â You sighed, sipping the wine. You decided youâd tell your parents everything aside from the ridiculous amounts of sex that led you up to this moment.Â
âWhy did you want to try so hard to keep him?â Your mother asked, and you shrugged.Â
âBecause I loved him, or so I thought I did, but love shouldnât hurt this much,â you mumbled.
âYou know what? I was right when I believed that love is this huge thing that doesnât exist, and aside from you two, I donât see it anywhere.â You said, and your parents smiled softly,Â
âHoney, love isnât easy. It takes so much effort and time to get it right, and even then, you can screw it up.âÂ
âThen what, I screwed up?â You accused, and your mother shook her head.Â
âNo, you tried and broke yourself into two to become someone he wanted. That is the furthest thing from love. Itâll hurt, but one day, when your paths cross again, youâll be able to smile at him with no malice and thank him for putting you through hell because youâll know what you never want again,â your mother explained, pulling you into a tight hug as you sobbed.Â
âHe couldnât even be bothered to attend my birthday,â you mumbled, sniffling pathetically, and your father nodded.Â
âThatâs not a good sign, if Iâm being honest, isnât it meant to be fun, a birthday party?â Your father asked, and you could only shrug.Â
âGet your hair done or something,â your mum suggested the following week.Â
âWhy?â You asked, and your mother smiled at you.Â
âWell, isnât that what everyone does after a breakup? Get their hair done, and youâve been moping for a week. Go outside, go and see the colourful world out there,â your mother said, kissing your forehead.Â
You laughed but decided to take up your motherâs advice, and soon enough, you found yourself in a hair salon.Â
âSo, how do you want your hair done?â The stylist asked as he started to towel dry your hair.Â
âIâm not entirely sure, but something that screams Iâm doing good and happy.â The stylist smiled.
âA few highlights and waves?â He suggested, and you grinned. You relaxed into the chair as the stylist worked on your hair.Â
You smiled at your appearance in the mirror. You felt fresh. You still felt pain, but the new hair did do wonders. Youâd never understand the logic, but it helped, only for a second, until a voice stopped you in the shopping mall.Â
âY/N?â Your blood ran cold, and youâd recognise that voice anywhere.Â
âYoona,â you muttered, turning around as you faced her.Â
âDid you change your hair? I like it. It looks lovely!â Yoona smiled.Â
âCan I help you, Yoona?â You asked, not having the energy to pretend to care.Â
âI heard you and Cheol broke up?â Yoona said, and you cringed at her use of his nickname.Â
âWhy, are you waiting to dig your claws into him?â You snapped, and Yoona shook her head.Â
âLook, I have no defense for what I did to him, but Iâll say this: There is an idea that Seungcheol has in his mind. Even if I didnât fit that mould, should I have cheated? No, but it wouldnât have mattered because I would never be enough for him, and neither were you. He has a version of a woman in his mind, which doesnât exist. You dodged a bullet, my Y/N,â Yoona narrated as she walked off, leaving you speechless.Â
It was on your walk that all the puzzle pieces fit together. Yoona wasnât wrongâgranted, an unreliable sourceâbut her words werenât exactly wrong. You bent over backward to appease Seungcheol, but nothing was enough, and if Yoona, his âideal girl,â failed to meet his idea, then what was his ideal?Â
A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflected on him? Was that all he ever needed: someone to make him look better?Â
You smiled, turning back to see Yoona walk into another shop. Maybe she was right; itâd take a while to reconcile and face the trauma of dating Choi Seungcheol, but you knew it wasnât you anymore. You could have been carved by the gods themselves, but unless that god were Seungcheol, you would never be enough for him, and somehow you were okay with that.Â
You just needed now to heal, mend old relationships, and find yourself again, but you were a soldier who came back from war half her weight. You needed to regain strength from this, heal, and become someone who had learned from this.Â
You could do it. Youâd get older and wiser, while his lovers would be the same, wide-eyed and keen until he tore them to shreds when he realised they werenât the one.Â
You could move on. Youâd be fine.Â
The Healing: 2 Years LaterÂ
You were fussing over your speech for the fifth time that day.Â
âGirl, itâs fine, youâve worked your ass off for this app. I canât believe you got SNU to sponsor this. Youâve grown up!â Mia said dramatically, making you laugh.Â
You two were okay again; it took a lot of healing, but you two were okay because you didnât hurt anymore.Â
You were at the launch of your newest app, a website for students and teachers to connect quickly.You wanted to pitch it to SNU, and they agreed.Â
You had finally finished your presentation when your eyes locked with his.Â
You flashed him a smile, and he returned one.It was like nothing you imagined at that moment. Nothing hurt anymore; he was a painful memory, but he was your past.Â
You would sometimes wonder if the love affair between the two of you maimed him the way it maimed you, but you also figured that you could live without getting that answer from him.Â
Youâd be okay. You werenât okay then, but you are okay now.Â
You were okay before you met him, and youâd be okay after him.Â
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I want to fucking cry bcs wtf it's all of my favorite things with one of my favorite men and the way you wrote him so hot and caring and considerate and loveable makes me fall in love with him even more and MAYBE I could actually like Valentine's day a bit more if he was my s/o wtf mars I love you so much I want to screamđđđđ
Love Scene (svthub's cupid for you collab)
pairing; choi seungcheol x f reader
genre; smut (minors dni)
warnings; alcohol, poor knowledge of wine (on my part), pet names, seungcheol is a simp, unprotected sex, manhandling/cheol lifts the reader, mentions of the readers lipstick color (could look different on all skin tones), begging, slight dom!seungcheol, big dick!seungcheol, lingerie kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, cum eating, breeding kink, aftercare
w/c; 5.3kÂ
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a/n; this is part of the svthub cupid for you collab valentine's gift exchange event. my fic is for my valentine @multi-kpop-fanfics. i hope you enjoy this wifey. i had a lot of fun writing cheollie for you. happy valentines day. i love you. thank you to @wongyuseokie and @onlyhuis for proofreading for me!
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Seungcheol smiles against the wine glass pursed on his lips. You looked beautiful as you listened to the woman drone on about the notes and undertones of the wine that she had been pouring for the two of you to try, but Seungcheol had stopped paying attention three bottles ago.Â
âThis one is a Cabernet Sauvignon.âÂ
You hum along with the womanâs words as you bring the glass to your lips, taking a sip of the dark red liquid and letting the dry wine rest on your tongue, trying to taste the notes she was explaining even as you feel Seungcheolâs eyes on your face.Â
âA personal favorite and one I know a lot of couples tend to want to take home, especially on evenings like this. Notes of cranberries and dark chocolate. What do you think, Seungcheol?âÂ
Hearing his name from the host, your boyfriend smiles, looking away from you to pick up the glass, tipping it back quicker than you had. You watch as he swirls the liquid on his tongue, tilting his head only to purse his lips and look at yours as you let them part ever so slightly in amusement.Â
âNot my favorite, honestly. Especially if Iâm buying a bottle for Valentineâs Day. I want something sweet. Something that will make me feel as good as I do when I look at her.âÂ
He was being ridiculous, and you couldnât help but look away, feeling your cheeks burning at his attempts to be sweet. The woman laughs, reaching for the glasses in front of you, and Seungcheol pulls them back towards her before she searches her inventory for the perfect choice as you shake your head.Â
âSeriously, Cheol?âÂ
Smiling, Seungcheol leans to press his lips against your warm cheek, chuckling at the heat under his lips even as you try to pull away, feeling embarrassed by his public display of attention.Â
âOf course, Iâm serious, Y/N. Itâs Valentineâs Day. If there was any day for me to be as cheesy as possible, itâs today, and you look beautiful. I canât help itâŚÂ I think Cupid shot me in the ass because Iâm head over heels for you, baby.âÂ
Scoffing, you push Seungcheol away, listening to his laughter, even as you attempt to hide your laugh, muttering about how stupid he is.Â
âStupidly in love with you.âÂ
"Ya, could you shut up Choi Seungcheol?âÂ
Turning back towards you and a now playfully pouty Seungcheol, the woman laughs under her breath as she shows you both a different bottle of wine.Â
âThis is a Chateau Chantal Cherry Port. This is the sort of dessert wine I would recommend serving with chocolate. Perfect for a day like today.âÂ
Seungcheol watches your lips pull up into a smile as the dark liquid is poured into two small port glasses and offered to you. He lets you taste it first, listening to the soft sound of appreciation that escapes your lips before he tilts his glass back and his eyes widen.Â
âOh wowâŚâÂ
You can only nod along as you watch your boyfriend this time. He had spent the day âstupidly in loveâ with you, but now you were almost drunk with how much you were clearly enamored with the man.Â
âRich cherries with a bit of tobacco and wood smoke depth makes this port special."Â
Neither of you were paying attention to your host at this point, as Seungcheol notices you looking at him, the glass resting on his lips as he finishes what is left in his glass. He needed to get you out of here. What made this special was you, not any underlying notes or fruits or what barrel the wine had been aged in.Â
âWeâll take a bottle.âÂ
You smile, leaning your head back against the wall next to your front door, as Seungcheolâs lips press against the column of your throat. He had barely kept his hands to himself the entire drive home, but you werenât complaining. You were on fire for him, and it would seem the feeling was mutual.Â
Groaning against your skin, Seungcheolâs fingers slide along your arm to your wrist, where your fingers are wrapped around a blue jasmine bouquet he had stopped to pick up on the way home. He tried to be careful, dragging your arm up the wall, knowing you were holding the flowers, but he could feel petals hitting his shirt and hear the soft fluttering as they fell to the ground.Â
âCheolâŚâÂ
His brows furrowing at the level of need in your voice as you say his name, Seungcheol rakes his teeth against your throat before pulling back to look at your pretty face, leaning in to press his plush lips to yours. Your lips were almost the same color as the wine that he had bought for the two of you to share for the night, and it was driving him crazy.Â
You whimper against his lips, and Seungcheol feels his cock starting to stiffen in his pants, causing him to hiss and lean his forehead against yours in an effort to calm himself down. Your free hand was tugging at his dress shirt under his jacket, pulling it from his pants already, but he had two bags in his hand and a plan for the evening before he wanted to have you on his cock.Â
âYou are so fucking perfect. I love you so much.âÂ
Seungcheol feels your smile against his cheek as he leans to brush his lips against your ear to whisper in your ear. He could feel the chill bumps spreading along your skin. As hard as he was making this for himself, he knew it was just as difficult for you not to beg him to take you to bed.Â
âMy forever valentine.âÂ
Your fingernails almost rip at Seungcheolâs shirt as you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear, but his words cause your heart to swell. He was cheesy, and you couldnât help but smile, but he was making you fall in love with him all over again.Â
âI love you too, Cheol. Iâcan we just..."Â
He knew what you were going to ask. Smiling, Seungcheol shakes his head, making you whine as he pulls back from you, only stopping to kiss you gently before taking your free hand and guiding you towards the kitchen.Â
âNot yet. Patience, darling.âÂ
You did want to have patience, but as you followed Seungcheol into the kitchen, his fingers falling from yours as he laid his bags on the island, you couldnât take your eyes off him. You knew how important today was to him. Every day with you was important to him, but holidays, no matter how commercial and silly they really were, were important if they could be spent with you and celebrating you.Â
âHere, sit down, baby. Let me grab a couple of things.âÂ
Seungcheol watches you smile as he turns the swiveling high bar stool towards you. He loved your smile. He loved how easily he could make you happy on days like this. Just little actions would have you smiling and giggling for him, and that had Seuncheolâs chest feeling tight with love.Â
Turning you back towards the island, Seungcheol leans to kiss your cheek, listening to your soft laughter as he leaves you watching him. He could hear you shifting behind him, but he kept himself to his task: two wine glasses, a plate, and a fork. No matter how much he wanted to take you to bed right away, he needed to practice the patience he expected you to have.Â
Crossing your arms on the counter, you lay your chin on your hand, tilting your head slightly while watching your boyfriend complete his tasks. He was effortlessly handsome, and you could imagine every day of the rest of your life spent like this. He made it as easy as breathing.Â
He smiled as he looked at you fondly, seeing you with your head resting on the counter. Seungcheol reaches for the bags, taking out the bottle of wine from the vineyard along with a plain box that he had been insistent on stopping to get on the way home.Â
âYou are so cute. I canât stand when you look at me like that.â You smile once again, and Seungcheolâs heart beats quicker. âYou make it hard for me to tell you no.âÂ
âThen why would you ever tell me no, Cheol?âÂ
Shaking his head, Seungcheol carefully opens the wine, letting out a sigh as he holds one of the delicate wine glasses in his left hand and pours some of the deep red liquid into it.Â
âI rarely do. I just ask for patience, like right now. I want to do this in the right order. I got you nice things; I want to enjoy them with you and then enjoy you. Is that so terrible?âÂ
Biting at your lips, you feel your cheeks burning at Seungcheolâs words and his meaning. He was right. You knew he had spoiled you in so many ways, over and over again. Today was no different. You watched how he held the wine glass in his fingers, and it reminded you of how he held you on so many occasions, as if youâd break, like you were precious.Â
âItâs not⌠I just want you so much. I miss you already.âÂ
Sliding the glass across the bar to you, Seungcheol grins, tilting his head at your wording. You missed him? He was right in front of you, albeit separated by some quartz and wood, but he knew what you meant; he would still make you say it.Â
âIs that so? Sweetheart, Iâm right here. How could you possiblyââÂ
"Cheol, you know what I mean.âÂ
Cutting off his words, you whine out your own, causing Seungcheol to chuckle as he pours his own glass of the port before putting the bottle to the side, picking up his glass, and bringing it to his nose as he swirls the liquid gently in the glass.Â
âWhy donât you just tell me, Princess?"Â
It wasnât a question; rather, it was a request, a command. Licking your lips, your eyes move to your wine glass, your fingers running over the stem as your lips pull up into a small smirk, knowing Seungcheolâs eyes are on you. You know heâs watching as you pout your lips slightly and bat your lashes in a way that drives him crazy.Â
âI miss your lips on mine; I miss them on my skin. I want you inside of me, baby.âÂ
Tipping his glass back against his lips, Seungcheol takes a breath through his nose as the wine hits his tongue when you finally tell him what he wants to hear. He would give you what you wanted in due time. Shaking his head, Seungcheol smiles against the delicate glass, lowering his eyes to meet yours as you take your first sip of the wine, letting out a small happy sound to the taste.Â
âAnd I want to be inside of you, and I will be if you can be patient with me. I have a treat for you. Itâs a special day, remember?âÂ
You smile, lifting your shoulders as you nod in response, watching Seungcheol turn the plain white box towards you. You could smell the sweet dessert, but you werenât entirely sure what it was. It wasnât until he lifted the lid that your mouth started to water, and you kicked your feet out of happiness.Â
âMy favoriteâŚâÂ
âMm, only the best for you, darling. The last slice of red velvet cake from your favorite bakery. I called ahead to make sure she put it back for me. Are you happy?âÂ
Lifting the fork, Seungcheol smiles, watching you nod as he cuts off the tip of the cake before turning the bite towards you and letting you lean in to take it from the fork. Watching your eyes close and listening to the sound of your pleasure from enjoying your favorite dessert causes his smile to widen, with his eyes closing very slightly. It was almost better than sharing it with you, just watching you enjoy it on your own.Â
âItâs perfect. You have to try some. Itâs perfect with the port. Let me?âÂ
With your fingers sliding over his, you take the fork from Seungcheol, cutting off the next bite of red velvet cake and offering it to him as he continues to smile at you. Itâs only after urging him to take it, the crumb of the cake brushing against his lips, that your boyfriend takes the bite from the fork, his brows furrowing to the sweet taste, and he closes his eyes, savoring it.Â
Taking another bite, you hum happily as Seungcheol runs his thumb along his lips to push away any remaining crumbs. Watching you eat, Seungcheol brings his wine to his lips with a smile as he uses his free hand to scroll through his phone. The atmosphere was almost perfect. The two of you in the comfort of your house, your favorite cake in front of you, shared the perfect dessert wine, but the sound of music made you look surprised.Â
âDance with me?âÂ
Seungcheolâs fingers run along your hand as you drop the fork on the mostly empty plate as Florence & The Machineâs Stand by Me plays quietly from the phone resting on the kitchen counter. You can only nod, letting your boyfriend spin your chair away from the island as he grins at you and your serious expression. Helping you down from the stool, Seungcheol slides his fingers around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as he takes the lead, swaying with you to the rhythm of the music.Â
âWhat is that look for? Itâs your favoriteâŚâÂ
Of course, it was. Of course, he remembered. Leaning your cheek against his shoulder, you smile, closing your eyes as Seungcheol hums along with the words to the song until you finally speak.Â
âThis is perfect, Cheol. Youâve done too much.âÂ
Humming as he considers your words, Seungcheol leans his head back so he can look down at you, causing you to look up at him as he does. You watch as he shakes his head, finally disagreeing with you. Gentle fingers caress your cheek before Seungcheol allows his hand to rest against the side of your neck, keeping you grounded as if you might float away from him.Â
âNever enough. I love you, and itâs Valentineâs day⌠Iâm just enjoying your company. Iâm enjoying that pretty look on your face when you like something.âÂ
Pouting slightly, you watch as Seungcheol smiles into a laugh, leaning to gently press his lips against your pout.Â
âNo more pouting, sweetheart. Finish this dance with meâŚ.hm?âÂ
Your lips pull up against Seungcheolâs lips as his fingers trail along your neck and up against the side of your hair. Your skin was starting to feel warm again at his attention. You were wanting him badly again, feeling his body so close to yours even as the sweet words of the song attempted to keep you in the moment.Â
Hearing your soft whimper when he pulls back from your lips, Seungcheol bites at his bottom lip as he lets you turn in front of him, his fingers loosely holding yours. With a gentle tug, he pulls you back into his arms as the song ends, and your eyes once again find his desire burning just under the surface.Â
Seungcheol smiles, his teeth slowly sliding from his bottom lip as he shakes his head, trying to keep himself in check as you look at him like that. You listen to his gentle sigh as you feel his fingers work the zipper of your dress down your back. The weight of the material causes your dress to slide forward on your shoulders when Seungcheol takes a step back from you to press his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up towards him.Â
âHave I told you how beautiful you are today? How much I love you in this dress?âÂ
Watching you smile, your head tilting, Seungcheol trails his fingers back up your arms to where your dress was precariously resting on your shoulders. With a gentle brush of his fingers, your dress falls to the floor, a discarded pile at your feet as his eyes move over your body.Â
âBut I love this even more. Shit, babyâŚâÂ
Seungcheol groans, moving his hands to your waist before scratching his nails lightly down to your hips to rest his palms over the burgundy lace that covered your body. You were driving him crazy, his cock now throbbing hard in his pants as Seungcheolâs eyes dilated, looking at you in the bodysuit.Â
âDo you like it?â
Letting out a breath at your question, Seungcheol shakes his head, trying to come up with the right words, before just taking a step back and lifting his hand to rub his palm over his mouth in awe. Watching you turn in front of him, showing him every angle, your boyfriend can only scoff as you let out a playful laugh, lowering your lashes when you face him once again. That was the last straw.Â
âDonât ask silly questions, sweetheart.âÂ
You start to defend yourself when you find yourself lifted off your feet. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you smile against Seungcheolâs lips as he groans to the feeling of your body flush with his as he starts the walk towards the bedroom.Â
âI remember how to walk, Cheol.âÂ
âI donât give a fuck." Your back hits the bed, and you feel the breath get knocked out of your lungs as Seungcheol looks down at you from the side of the bed like you were something to eat. âI wanted you here at my pace."Â
Seungcheol grins as your teeth catch your red lips, pulling at them as you try to hide how much you like his words. He knew how much you liked him manhandling you and how much you were going to like everything that was going to happen to you.Â
âMm, Iâm here. What are you going to do with me now, sir?"Â
Fuck, you were trying to kill him. Shaking his head, Seungcheol chuckles as you tease him with not only your words but also your toes running along the inseam of his dress pants. He groans as you bite your lips, working your foot all that much closer towards his leaking cock, still trapped behind layers of clothing.Â
âExactly what you asked me for in the kitchen, darling.â
Watching Seungcheolâs hands move along his torso to undo his shirt, you laugh quietly at his words, knowing he would keep his promise. Your eyes follow his every move just as they do when your back arches and your legs cross, allowing you to press your thighs together, giving you some much needed relief from the arousal soaking into the lace barely covering your pussy.Â
Clothes hit the floor in different corners until Seungcheol finally lets out a breath of relief, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking himself slowly. With his free hand, he pries your legs open, only to then bring down his palm hard on your inner thigh, granting himself a half moan, half whine from your pretty lips to the pleasurable sting.Â
âKeep your legs open. With how you are acting, I might as well have let you grind on a pillow while I was getting undressed, princess. Are you that fucking needy?âÂ
You can only furrow your brows and nod, your fingers running along the lace covering your breasts and stomach as Seungcheolâs hands press into your thighs and trace your curves along your hips to your ass and back to your thighs once again.Â
âDying to be touched that badly? Are you ruining your present for me? I liked this piece of lingerie, but Iâm more than willing," You whined, hearing and feeling the sound of lace ripping at your hips as Seungcheolâs fingers dug into the delicate material. âTo replace it. Iâm not, however, patient enough to fucking figure out how to get you out of it. Iâd rather fuck you while you are in it.âÂ
Lifting your hips, your eyes move down to where Seungcheolâs fingers slide under the torn lace. You watch as he smirks, digging his fingers into the burgundy material, watching how easily it gives way to his strength before he moves his fingers to the center of your legs, running two fingers over the wet patch that had grown exponentially with his actions.Â
âYou like that idea, donât you, my pretty little slut?âÂ
Seungcheol watches you lick your lips before you nod and rock your hips against his fingers. He knew you like the back of his hand.Â
âYesâŚfuck. Please, Cheol? I donât want to wait anymore. Iâve wanted you all day long.âÂ
You were so greedy, and he loved that about you. He was just as greedy, if not more. Grinning, Seungcheol leans down to run his tongue along the lace as he hooks a finger under it. Soon, your whines turn into full blown moans as Seungcheol runs his knuckle along your folds before circling your leaking entrance slowly with his index finger.Â
Pushing into your soft, tight walls, Seungcheol groans against the wet lace, furrowing his brows. You were addictive, from your sounds to your taste. He knew you didnât want to wait, but he didnât want to hurt you. He could feel you squeezing around his finger like a vice, and that already had his cock twitching against your thigh at the thought of being inside of you.Â
âPleaseâŚ.just ââÂ
You let out a soft, breathy whine as Seungcheol kisses your thigh, sliding a second finger into you beside his first. You wanted to complain that it wasnât his cock, but when he rolls his fingers back towards the top of your pussy with perfect precision, the words leave your mind as quickly as they had entered them.Â
Seungcheol grunts, running his lips against your soft skin, feeling your slick arousal coating his fingers. He wanted to get his tongue on you. He wanted this lace out of his way, but at the same time, he didnât want it off of you. Seungcheol hadnât been lying about wanting to fuck you in it, so there was only one thing to be done.Â
âCheol!âÂ
A smirk causes Seungcheolâs lips to pull up to one side when you yell his name, feeling your lingerie give way between your legs as he uses his fingers to rip the lace apart. With nothing in his way, Seungcheol slides his fingers back into your warm pussy and runs his tongue between your folds, groaning as he circles the tip around your clit, feeling you buck your hips up against his mouth.Â
You feel your stomach tightening as your orgasm starts to take over quickly with Seungcheolâs relentless actions, but it isnât until a third finger is carefully worked in with the others that you fall over the edge. Your head thrown back against the bedding, you lace your fingers into Seungcheolâs hair, moaning his name as you cum around his fingers, feeling him smile against your folds.Â
âMmâŚfuck.âÂ
His words are muffled against your pussy as Seungcheol lets his fingers carefully slip from you, and his tongue replaces them in order to collect as much of your cum as possible. Only when your thighs shake around his head and you whimper his name, begging for him to give you a break, does Seungcheol move his mouth from between your legs, opting to press soft, wet kisses to your thighs.Â
âYou are trying to kill me.âÂ
Lips once again, pulling up at your words, Seungcheol shakes his head, nipping at your thigh, causing you to whine at feeling overstimulated once again, tugging at his hair to make him stop.Â
âIâm not. I just like watching you tremble like that. You are so fucking pretty. You taste so good. I could eat you out all day long.âÂ
You wanted to reiterate your words after hearing his. It felt like he was trying to kill you as you felt Seungcheolâs hands sliding along your legs and up your sides as he moved between your legs to lay over you. You found yourself pouting only to hear him chuckle and to feel Seungcheolâs lips press against yours to soften the pout before the kiss turned into something much deeper and filled with longing.Â
Seungcheolâs fingers press into your side next to your breast before he groans against your lips, rolling his hips to meet yours and feeling your wet folds against his aching cock. You were warm and wet, and if anyone felt like they were dying right now, it was him. He wanted to give you time to calm down after your first orgasm, but he was also aching to be inside of you after prepping you.Â
âMm, baby, you feel so good. I justâŚfuck.âÂ
You could hear the strain in his voice as you felt him rutting between your legs. Your thighs were still trembling; all you could manage were soft moans and begs against Seungcheolâs lips for him to get inside of you. At first, you arenât sure he understands you until you feel the head of his cock press into you, and his hips slowly move to meet yours.Â
The stretch, even after all of his prep, is intense. Seungcheol is a large man, from his arms to his chest and all the way to his cock, now buried inside of you as he stays still for a moment, waiting for you to adjust. Eyes locked on your face, Seungcheol takes a deep breath, feeling your walls tighten around him, causing his head to spin before you take a breath of your own and whisper his name.Â
âPlâpleaseâŚneed it. I want you to. You feel so good, baby. You are so big, Cheol.âÂ
Everything you said was bad for Seungcheolâs ego. You were always making him feel like he was the most important thing in the world and in the bedroom like he was the only man you would ever need again in your life. That was all he needed and wanted. He wanted you ruined for anyone else. He wanted to leave an imprint of himself inside of you so that you would never forget that you were his, and if you needed a reminder, he would be there every single day of your life to give it to you.Â
Lips brushing against your ear, Seungcheol groans your name like a prayer. His pace quickens as he buries his cock deep inside of you. Pulling your leg up to his hip, he hisses at the feeling of your nails scratching at his biceps before thrusting hard, making you cry out in pleasure.Â
âPut your leg around me, baby. I want you to cum on my cock.â You nod, letting him help you wrap your leg around his hip so that your foot rests on the top of his ass, the new angle causing you to see stars along with his words. âI fucking love the feeling of your cum on my dick, baby. Give it to me."Â
Between Seungcheolâs words and the way his cock was dragging along your walls, you didnât stand a chance of lasting much longer. The coil winding tighter and tighter snaps as Seungcheolâs teeth rake along the side of your neck, and you see white.Â
With your walls gripping his cock like a vice, Seungcheol groans against your neck, his breath caught in his throat as he feels your cum coat his length with every deep thrust into your heavenly pussy. Holding your thigh tightly, Seungcheol leans back to look down at you as he starts to chase his own high.Â
"God, Iâm so close. Wanna leave you full of me...dripping, so I can fuck it back into you.âÂ
Your cheeks burn at Seungcheolâs dirty mouth, and your eyes close, causing him to chuckle before you hear his pleasured groan, knowing he truly is getting close. You could feel him getting closer. All the signs that you had grown to know over your time with him were the same. The way he would pull you closer, his hand almost bruising your skin, his hot breath on your jaw, and the way he would bury himself as deep as possible inside of you, intent on filling you fully.Â
Seungcheolâs choked groans fill your ears as he falls over the edge. His warm cum spilled into you, only to be fucked back into you with deep, smooth thrusts. Catching his breath, Seungcheol smiles as he feels cum begin to seep from you and between your thighs, knowing he had done exactly what he had promised.Â
Leaning back on his hand, Seungcheol groans. He helps you rest your leg back on the bed and off to the side as he continues to slowly push the mixture of his cum and yours back into your tender pussy. He could feel himself softening and how he was overstimulating himself, but it was worth it to hear your soft whimpers and to watch the cum drip from you and around his cock as you ran your fingers between your folds and through the sticky mess, much to his delight.Â
âShitâŚyes. Does that feel good, baby? You gonna give me one more? Use that cum to get off around me one more time tonight."Â
Meeting your eyes, Seungcheol nods along with you as you roll your hips over his cock and your fingers, letting yourself cum one last time. Your eyes closing, and you let out a soft breath and whispered his name as your boyfriend slipped from you with a soft groan. You feel his plush, perfect lips work from your jaw to your lips before the bed feels suddenly empty for a few moments.Â
Exhaustion keeps you from searching for Seungcheol as he sits on the edge of the tub, running his fingers under the taps, letting the water come to the perfect temperature. Leaning towards the door every few seconds, he checks to make sure you havenât moved, only to smile at seeing you breathing softly, your eyes still closed as you rest, waiting for him.Â
After a few minutes, you feel your lips once again press against yours, bringing you back to reality as Seungcheolâs arm moves under your back and the other under your legs. He simply grins against your cheek, hearing your soft mutters of how you could walk before he sits you on the toilet and runs his fingers over your hair, watching you finally open your eyes to look up at him.Â
âHiâŚâÂ
âHi yourself. I ran a bath and brought the rest of our wine in here. Does that sound good?âÂ
Nodding, you smile, causing him to do the same. You let him help you back to your feet once you were ready. Holding on to your arms, Seungcheol helps you into the bath before sliding in behind you and letting you rest your back on his chest, his fingers running along the stem of a wine glass, the other hand resting on your stomach.Â
You canât help but smile as you bring your wine to your lips, taking a sip of the sweet wine before leaning your head back against his shoulder and feeling his lips press to the side of your head. You were exhausted, but this had been the perfect Valentineâs day. Seungcheol was the perfect Valentine, and he was your forever Valentine.Â
âI love you, Y/N.âÂ
Seungcheolâs lips against your ear; his words cause your skin to erupt with chill bumps and for you to laugh into your words as you turn to meet his lips speaking against his.Â
âI love you too, Cheol. Happy Valentineâs Day, my love.âÂ
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