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gimmehyuck · 2 years

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try again | j.jh

summary. jaehyun remembers the night he met you, and even after that one night he often thought of you and wished things would have been different, but by a weird twist of fate he gets to see you again, except this time... you're not alone.

or alternatively:

jaehyun gets to try again, for real this time.

pairing. idol!jaehyun x teacher!yn

words. 19.8k-ish

genre. somewhat of a second chance romance? lots of cute things going on, and it wouldn't be a gimmehyuck fic if i didn't have something angsty

warnings. there's not much to warn about tbh? jaehyun not believing in love at first sight but then essentially does, there's a one night stand (nothing explicit), and also a child (gasp i know), alcohol is mentioned as well as pineapple on pizza, a wild blue haired haechan makes an appearance, johnmark being the best, jaehyun is generally unhappy with being an idol at this stage of his life, idk but y'all can thank my friend ruby for this getting finished, she was on my ass about it... happy late birthday jaehyun lmao

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this was completely and utterly unlike himself, jaehyun thought over and over as he laid in your bed listening to you breathe. he wasn’t a one-night stand kind of man, he was too busy to let himself fall into these kind of temptations. he was a man, he told himself, and yeah, he liked sex, but the middle of tour? he shook his head at himself as he stared at the ceiling.

his mouth spoke on his own when he saw you, your beauty catching him entirely off guard. dinner at 6 with johnny was only supposed to be a quick get-out-of-the-hotel-for-a-bit thing, forty-five minutes tops. but the second you walked up and asked if you could start them off with any waters, or if they preferred beer, he was enamored. forty-five minutes turned into double that and johnny could only smile at himself at the very obvious flirtatious exchanges and when you wrote your number on the receipt you had placed on the table with a scribbled note that said ‘i get off at 11, call me if you want :)’, johnny was more than supportive.

“man, just live a little.” johnny had told him in the taxi to the hotel, and jaehyun was still on the fence about it but when it was 10:53 and he still couldn’t get your smiling face out of his head, his fingers moved entirely on their own. you responded to him at 11 exactly, and even though he had just ate and wasn’t hungry, he agreed when you asked if he’d be up to get something to eat with you. twenty minutes later he found himself in your presence again, baseball hat tugged as far down as it would go and a mask tugged slightly down to rest on his chin and he couldn’t help but listen to things about yourself and he realized he wanted to know more and more with each laugh you let out.

he wasn’t a love at first sight kind of man, but he could understand that thought behind it because, damn, you were funny and kind and absolutely beautiful.

“sorry, i’ve been going on too much about myself, haven’t i?” you asked, face turning a little sheepish when you realized he hadn’t said much of a word the last fifteen minutes but you noticed his smile never fell from his face. he shook his head in answer and picked up a fry from the shared pile on the table, “no, i’m enjoying hearing all about you.”

“well, let’s change it up some, tell me about yourself. you from around here?” you asked, copying his movements and munching on a fry yourself.

“mmm,” he thought for a moment. he didn’t want to be secretive, but he wasn’t comfortable turning the conversation into a long winded one about his group and his fame and although he was thankful for all of that, he noticed it had slowly started to wear him down. no, he genuinely was enjoying just being himself with you, not having to be anyone else. “i’m from seoul, and i work… in entertainment.” he finally decided on.

not a lie, not exactly.

“oh, that sounds really exciting! do you get to meet a lot of famous people doing that?” you asked tilting your head slightly as you did so, genuine curiosity on your face.

his smile grew, oh if only you knew. “i have here and there, they’re just people even if they’re famous.”

you nodded in response to that and your lips twisted slightly in a frown, “i always feel a little bad for celebrities in that sense. i can’t imagine worrying about how my next sentence will be dissected and twisted into something else.”

the more you spoke, the more you surprised him. no one really thought about them in that way, usually jumping directly to the misconstruing of his words or actions as something else entirely.

“yeah, i imagine that’s pretty difficult.” he agreed with you knowingly, then asked, “so do you enjoy being a waitress?”

your smile faltered a little, and you sighed, “i mean, yeah. i like meeting new people but i’m only doing it for another semester and then i’ve got my degree. it took me longer than i’d like to admit, since i’m almost twenty-four now but i had to work enough to make the money to pay for my tuition and well, yeah. so i’ll have my bachelors in a few months’ time and then i’ll be done with the restaurant.”

“oh?” jaehyun asked, reaching again for more fries. “what are you getting your degree in?”

“teaching!” you said with a brilliant smile on your face. “i want to teach, but lately i’ve been leaning towards teaching english overseas and i think you were my sign to do just that. i’ve been debating between korea and japan.”

jaehyun laughed a little at that, “well not to be biased but i can vouch for korea. it’s a really beautiful place.”

and the conversation continued like that, asking questions back and forth. you answering him honestly and jaehyun answering you as honestly as he could without turning the conversation into the direction he didn’t want it to go. the food was gone and the conversation was still going but you had invited him to your place which wasn’t that far away and jaehyun thought he’d hesitate to say yes but his answer was so immediate it startled him a bit. the constant back and forth went on even still at your apartment and he felt like he had known you for a long time, much longer than just a few hours at least, he felt at ease and comfortable and it was a feeling he didn’t realize he was missing. when you suddenly kissed him midsentence he froze, his entire face blank as his brain processed what had just happened, unsure how to exactly to proceed next and you blushed brightly at him, your confidence unwavering.

“sorry,” you giggled a little nervously at the way his face was in shock, “i don’t have any expectations of tonight, but i wanted to kiss you at least once. you’re so cute, especially your dimples. i’m sorry if i made you uncomf – mmph!” his lips effectively silencing you in the same manner yours had him.

except he didn’t pull away, and you wrapped your arms around him and the night carried on, each kiss leading into a touch, and then a gasp. you led him into your room and kicked the door shut with your foot, hands frantically removing clothing in a trail to the bed. small giggles were shared between gasping breaths within the breaks of kissing and the gasps slowly transformed into sounds of pleasure and while you fell asleep against him after, jaehyun couldn’t turn his racing mind off.

he didn’t regret anything, he didn’t regret his actions. he didn’t regret you.

he regretted that he couldn’t stay.

and so when he knew you were fully asleep, when your breathing was the deepest, he got up from your bed and slowly replaced his clothes one by one, dragging out the moments he had in your presence. his hat was the last thing he found on the floor and he tugged it on, sighing softly to himself, pulling out his phone to read that it was 5:20 am, and with one last glance over his shoulder he left you there in the bed sound asleep. a deep guilt he couldn’t shake making a home for itself in his chest.

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aug 9

9:33 am you: hey! everything ok?

9:35 am you: wanna go get breakfast? :)

12:42 pm dimples: i’m sorry, i just saw this. i had work things to take care of. how did you sleep?

3:30 pm you: that’s ok! i slept alright :)

3:31 pm you: are you busy tonight? wanna get food?

4:45 pm dimples: if i get off in time, sure. i’ll let you know.

7:02 pm you: you alright?

7:28 pm dimples: i’m sorry, again. work is kicking my ass, how did your day go?

7:32 pm you: it was fine! started working on an essay i had due, you know. the fun stuff, how about you? busy?

7:45 pm dimples: you have no idea haha

7:49 pm you: you can tell me about it if you want? believe it or not, i’m a great listener

read 10:45 pm

aug 13

2:43 pm you: sent attachment

2:43 pm you: saw this and remembered how you

2:43 pm you: sorry, thumb hit send lol. you mentioned you liked this band, and i thought of you

2:44 pm you: hope you’re ok

read 12:01 am

aug 19

11:01 pm you: y’know, i’m not mad at you or anything i did say i had no expectations lol. just kinda hoped this would have been different, you know? it kinda felt different to me…

11:02 pm you: but that’s alright lol i hope you’re ok

delivered

aug 31

7:49 am you: jaehyun

7:50 am you: look, i need you to respond

7:50 am you: please

7:51 am you: i’m freaking out

7:51 am you: idk what to do, and i’m scared

not delivered

7:53 am you: what the fuck??

not delivered

7:55 am you: fuck. you. jaehyun.

not delivered

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five years later.

although the years had passed for jaehyun, it was all so quick that the night with you still felt fresh to him. he often thought of you and how you were, often thought of if you graduated and were teaching. if you got to do everything you had confessed to him that night in the extended lengths of the conversations had.

he often thought if you were here in korea with him like you had planned and he just had no clue.

if you were, you hated him, he was sure.

his manager had caught him checking his phone that night with an unsaved number on it, had sneakily read your messages over his shoulder and absolutely lost it on him. he went on and on about his idol image, his career, his future and repeated ‘what if this got out? what if dispatch found it?’ and jaehyun couldn’t say anything back but ‘okay’. the feeling he had when talking to you, the small feeling of being himself again, smothered in an instant.

when you had sent him a picture of a vinyl record of one of his favorite bands, he wanted so badly to respond to you. he had even typed out a response when he finally was able to read it, but he knew it wouldn’t help anything at all if he did. he really did think it was better to let it lie, and so he turned off his read receipts.

the last message he saw from you, made him gnaw on his bottom lip, and the next day he left the country going back to korea and his number was changed.

he wanted to be different for you, he had barely met you but he knew you, it wasn’t a coincidence to him. but what kind of life would a long-distance relationship be with someone who would be so busy some days or even weeks that he couldn’t respond? he knew you’d always be worried, or hurt when communication was so small. he thought of it a lot. and he was thinking of all those things, when he was sure, he had ultimately decided, that you probably didn’t actually want to be with him.

he would have just… liked it if you had.

maybe if he weren’t famous he would have dated you.

maybe it would have been like one of the cheesy romance movies taeyong liked to watch, maybe he even would have fallen in love.

and maybe… maybe he would have even married you if his daydream let him get that far, if his life would have followed the cliché movie plot, but that was all a what if to him now. something he liked to sit and think about if only just to make sure the guilt never left him.

“jaehyun?” his name being called pulled him out of his memories and his head jerked up to look at who had called him. his manager was staring at him with drawn eyebrows, and at jaehyun’s confused expression he breathed deeply out of his nose.

“what do you think?” this time it was the PR manager asking, the person who had asked him, johnny, and mark to come to the conference room to go over their schedules for the next couple of days.

“about what? sorry, i was…” jaehyun trailed off.

“he thinks it’s a great idea.” mark answered for him, giving jaehyun a concerned look. “he loves kids.”

“okay, then it’s set. the kids are unaware they’re meeting you all, and they probably won’t really realize you’re famous but it will be filmed for content with permission from the schools principal already. It’ll be good for the groups image, everyone loved the last time you guys sat with kids.” and with that the meeting was done, it wasn’t really to ask them if they wanted to participate but to tell them what they would be doing. jaehyun didn’t mind this that much because it was true. he did love kids.

once the managers had left the room, johnny turned in his chair to give jaehyun a scrupulous look.

“dude, why were you spacing out so bad?” mark asked, slouching in his chair as his chin saw in his palm and his elbow rested on the table. to this date, johnny was the only other person who knew about you and his night he had spent with you. johnny nodded at the quick eye contact, understanding immediately.

“dunno, i think i’m just tired. i didn’t sleep much last night.” jaehyun brushed off mark’s question with a shrug and mark sighed at that.

“well, you better get some rest tonight. those kids aren’t going to chill out just because you’re tired.” mark said as he stood, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweats, shooting one last look at jaehyun before leaving the room.

“you know, it’s been a few years but maybe she’s thinking of you too. why not try reaching out?” johnny whispered to him, and jaehyun gave johnny a not-quite-there smile that was really just a grimace.

“nah, it’s fine. she’s probably changed her number since then, and besides, even if she didn’t she definitely hates me now. i know i would.” johnny frowned then as his friend got up and left the room, the big glass door swinging closed softly behind him.

something had changed in jaehyun that night when he came back, it wasn’t a huge, drastic change but johnny noticed it nonetheless. he wasn’t always distracted by his guilty thoughts of you, but on several occasions jaehyun had gotten drunk with him and started talking about you and everything about you that he knew.

by this point johnny felt he knew you just as well as jaehyun had.

and about sixty percent of those occasions, johnny had to console him and reassure him that you probably didn’t hate him but would probably just be upset at him, and that he was sure you’d forgive jaehyun if he explained the situation.

johnny was never confident in that though. five years is a long time to go on thinking about someone you spent one night with.

and, johnny often thought, five years was a long time to dwell on all the anger left from waking up alone from someone you spent one night with.

and although if it was only supposed to be just one night… even johnny knew it was more than that.

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mark was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his hands contained in his pockets but jaehyun couldn’t help the smile that grew at the younger mans energy. there was always something about children that brought out the kid side of the younger members and that was always contagious and within minutes, jaehyun was smiling just as brightly as mark had been.

they were told to wait until given the signal to come out, as all the kids were now sitting in different circles in the room. the four-year-old class wasn’t very large, and they had come to the SM building to take a tour.

in recent years SM had opened its doors to field trips for younger kids, usually it was elementary ages but after some strings were pulled, they allowed the class going in to kindergarten to be included if they would allow them to be part of the youtube series SM had going on of ‘idols with kids’.

this wasn’t the group’s first event with kids, the group was large at this time and they had rotated out and didn’t have to do it often, but it was their turn and it was a nice break, jaehyun thought.

certainly better than another photoshoot.

johnny tapped jaehyun on the shoulder, the signal had been given and the three men entered the room full of energetic children. there were only about twelve of them total, and jaehyun noticed the teachers stood off to the side, two women leaning against the wall with their masks up and covering their face.

jaehyun paid them very little attention as he went to his assigned table to sit down with the kids. he took his place at the circle table and folded his legs underneath him, sitting as the kids were.

the kids grew quiet at the presence of the adult man at their table, and he noticed his table had two girls and two boys. the little girl that sat closest to him had big bright eyes and her little hands brushed her bangs away from her eyes.

he noticed her little pigtails had little fuzzy clips in them that matched her dress and his heart melted at how adorable she was. she seemed to be the boldest of the group as she was the only one to look him in the eyes.

“hi everyone, my name is jaehyun.” he said kindly, trying to make the kids feel at ease.

“hello, mister.” the cute girl with pigtails said and when she spoke, small dimples formed at the corners of her mouth and he was intrigued at how much they looked like his.

“hello, miss.” jaehyun nodded and replied easily and the little girls smile grew as did her dimples. and then a thought visibly appeared across her face and she turned to her other friends at the table.

“it’s rude to not say hi,” her lips were in a pouty frown as she looked at them. she was a bossy little thing, he noticed but her friends immediately chimed in with quiet hello’s. that seemed to make her happy and she nodded dramatically. jaehyun knew the only thing they had to do while they were here was color with them, and talk to them for the camera’s sake, and so he did just that.

the little girl next to him asked him which page he wanted to color first, and he reached forward to slide a piece of paper with the outline of a bunny holding a carrot and then she asked her friends which ones they wanted. he noticed she chose last and his heart melted even more at how utterly sweet the little exchange was.

“what are your names?” he asked the table as a whole, putting on his gentlest smile, which wasn’t hard for him to find. the little boy to his left spoke up this time, starting to get comfortable with jaehyun’s presence.

“my name in jiwon, and he’s seojun… she’s heeyoung, and,” he said pointing out each person one by one dramatically as he finally landed on the little girl who sat beside him. “her name is yeoruem.”

“oh you all have pretty names,” jaehyun commented and the boys seemed to swell with a sense of pride by being told they had nice names from a stranger. he noticed the kids start talking a little bit, but they mostly focused on their coloring. yeoreum sat beside him, a crayon gripped tightly in her hand and her tongue stuck between her lips and she concentrated on her page, she had chosen a big teddy bear and she was coloring it purple.

she was getting a little frustrated he could tell with how she kept huffing and puffing and finally she put her crayon down and put her cheek in her tiny hand dramatically, and the cute pout made jaehyun chuckle softly.

“what’s the matter, yeoreum?” he cooed at her gently.

“i like to stay in the lines and i messed up.”

“well let’s see if we can fix it, hmm?” and he picked up her crayon and offered it to her. she took it in her hand again and he proceeded to point at a small spot, his arms wrapping around her and helping her hand move just right and she took his direction with a grin. when she finally got it she pushed his hand away.

“thank you mister jaehyun, i want to try and do it now myself.” and jaehyun held up his hands in surrender.

“you’re a very independent little girl, yeoreum.” jaehyun commented to her as he went back to coloring on his bunny, picking up an orange crayon to fill in the carrot.

“thank you!” she beamed, not taking her eyes off of her teddy bear. “my mommy says the same thing.”

“your mommy is a very smart lady,” jaehyun replied and she looked up then. her face twisting in an scowl that was too cute to be remotely threatening considering she was four.

“no,” she argued, greatly offended. “my mommy is the smartest lady. and she’s one of my teachers too, she’s right over there.”

and it was in that moment that several things happened simultaneously.

yeoreum pointed at the wall to one of the women jaehyun had barely taken notice of when he walked in. his eyes looked up in the direction that her tiny hand pointed in and as he looked up, the woman turned her face away from him to say something to the other teacher so he couldn’t see her face but at the same time one of the kids from johnny’s table screamed dramatically.

“miss y/n!” the little boy wailed, and jaehyun felt his heart leap to his throat, and his stomach plummeted as if he were on a rollercoaster while he watched as the same lady who had turned away rush forward to see what the little boy needed, but jaehyun couldn’t even focus on that. he felt his world around him slow to a grinding halt, his eyes solely focused on you. on the small parts of your face he could visibly see due to the mask you wore.

but he was unsure how he had missed you when he walked in. yours was the face that he dreamt of, and he was sure his jaw was dropped. his eyes drifted slightly from your face to johnny whose expression probably matched his own, his eyes flickering between you and jaehyun.

jaehyun felt his mouth go dry in the next second as another realization hit him. he whipped his head to look down at the little girl next to him and she was intently focused on where her mom stood at the other table. jaehyun tried three times to swallow before he was successful.

“yeoreum?” he asked, voice shaking slightly.

she tore her eyes from you and looked up to make eye contact with jaehyun. “yes, mister jaehyun?”

“miss y/n is your mother?” he asked, face searching this little girls who, the more he looked, the more he found himself staring back.

“no, she’s my mommy.” she answered smartly.

“ah, yes. she’s your mommy…” he trailed off, eyes flickering back up to see you standing back with the other woman and you were pointedly avoiding eye contact with him, instead staring at yeoreum who was still looking at him.

“and yeoreum, how – when is your birthday?”

“may first,” she chirped and he dragged his eyes away from you to look down at the little girl and his face drained of all color entirely.

“um… mister jaehyun? you look like you don’t feel so good.” she said worriedly, and he gulped again, trying to calm his nerves. his mental math couldn’t be that wrong, could it? there’s no way, was there? no, those dimples were undeniable evidence.

someone somewhere had pity on him, because right when he felt that he may pass out or throw up or do a combination of both, their manager came out and called the session with the idols to an end, the cameras folding up then and were put away and the other teacher called everyone to come stand with you and her.

yeoreum stood up and patted her dress, and she reached down and pulled on jaehyun’s hand to have him stand up with her.

“c’mon mister jaehyun, i want you to meet my mommy so you can see that she’s the smartest lady in the whole world,” and as jaehyun slowly stood to his feet, yeoreum waved her hand to have him bend down to her level so she could whisper conspiratorially in his ear. “but don’t tell miss jisoo, she may get upset.”

jaehyun could only nod as she pulled him over to the other kids and you, and he braced himself for disaster.

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you had fought tooth and nail with the principal of your center about going to SM. you knew the chances of jaehyun being one of the idols to work with would be slim but you didn’t want to take that chance. however when she had asked you the reason why you were so adamant against going to the entertainment company’s headquarters, you couldn’t very well give her the reason that your child’s clueless father works there. it would open up more questions and you had done well the past five years keeping it under wraps that no one knew who yeoreum’s father was, not even your mother.

you had realized after he had blocked your number of who he was when you did a google search of ‘jaehyun korea entertainment’ to see page after page of his face, and you realized he was a common name in korea. it made a little more sense then as to why he suddenly started ignoring you.

you thought he may have been different based on the hours of conversations you both shared, but since he was a celebrity, you assumed you were just another person on his list of hookups throughout his tour stops.

and so when you saw him walk in with two of his other members, you felt your heart jump. and then when you saw he sat at your daughter’s table your heart immediately sank and you felt your body get hot, the same feeling you felt when you found out you were pregnant.

you stood at the back with your co-teacher, hiding in plain sight. you were thankful that you had made it to the end, the interaction between them going well even if he didn’t know.

he seemed to almost have an instant attachment to her and you couldn’t help the way your heart swooped when he bent around her to help her with her coloring. it was a few moments after that that she noticed yeoreum point her tiny finger in your direction and you almost cursed aloud.

you quickly turned your head to look at jisoo, trying to find any random question to ask her to start a conversation to avoid his eye contact but when you heard one of your students, a little boy named yunho, screaming for you across the room you only allowed yourself three seconds to panic before you crossed the room to see what was the matter.

you briefly made eye contact with the man, you had learned his name was johnny after researching jaehyun’s group, and he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. you ignored him after that, understanding that he must have known about you and that somehow both angered and embarrassed you.

“what’s wrong, yunho?” you asked as you crouched next to the crying boy.

“min-minhee,” he hiccupped, big alligator tears falling down his face. “minhee took my crayon and i was still using it!” and you patted the young boy’s head affectionately.

“minhee…” you started, voice slightly scolding and the other boy mentioned was purposefully looking away from you. “is that true?”

minhee turned his head further away from you and you couldn’t help but laugh slightly, “minhee, you know that isn’t nice.” after a few seconds, and another glance up at johnny who was now looking at the table behind you, eyes wide.

minhee finally turned around and gave yunho back his crayon and apologized after you prompted him to do so. crisis averted, you took a deep breath and stood up, purposefully avoiding the table your daughter sat at but when you reached the wall, you felt his eyes on you but instead you noticed how your daughter stared up at him, eyes already full of adoration.

the cameras were put away and jisoo called everyone’s attention. you were focused on the other children gathering up, doing headcounts one by one until you heard a soft, “mommy?” from behind you.

“what is it, baby?” you asked turning around, expecting to see your daughter but instead came face to face with jaehyun who your daughter had in tow.

“this is mister jaehyun, and i wanted him to meet you so i could show him how sma – show him my teacher.” she fumbled over her sentence and you furrowed your brows at her choice of words.

“hello miss y/n,” jaehyun choked out, and you noticed his face was very pale. you wanted to laugh and tell him that it served him right, but you wanted to pretend that you didn’t know him, even though you clearly did.

“hello,” you greeted, overly formal as if to create distance between you two.

“yeoreum… yeoreum tells me her birthday is in may. is that true?” were the first words to tumble out of his mouth. you noticed jisoo had rounded up the kids and started to lead them out of the room.

“yeoreum, sweetheart, go stand with miss jisoo, okay? i’ll be right there.” you said as you looked down, cupping your little girls cheek sweetly and she smiled up at you.

“okay mommy!” she said, running off to walk with the class who was leaving the room.

you felt the presence of two more people walking up and you glanced to see johnny and another man, mark you thought his name was, walk up to stand awkwardly a few feet away. johnny definitely seemed to know, but mark looked clueless as to why they were there.

“is that true?” jaehyun pressed again, and you turned your full attention to him now, ignoring the other two men in your vicinity.

“yes, her birthday is may first.” you replied, voice a little sharp and you saw jaehyun visibly wince at the tone.

jaehyun didn’t even care that mark was here now, listening in. his mind was racing with so many questions and he just wanted to know the answers to them regardless of who was around.

“that’s nine months…” he trailed off then.

“yes, it is.” the same tone didn’t falter.

“i… i… is she mine?” he finally asked then, heart bracing for the answer but then you laughed and it was a cold laugh, much different from the happy ones he recalled in his dreams, and he recoiled slightly.

“you’re not on the birth certificate,” your lips were flat, turning pale from the pressure of keeping your anger at bay.

“that’s not – no, please, y/n. is she mine?” he pressed, his hands ready to beg you for an answer.

“is she your daughter? yes.” you answered him in an angry whisper. “but she’s not yours, she’s mine.” and jaehyun flinched again at how harsh your words were.

jaehyun was silent for a long moment and you scoffed, turning away from him then to go meet up with your class.

“have you told anyone?” he asked, and he wasn’t sure why he even asked that question because he knew if you had, it would have made headlines. you froze then, and he could have sworn you were visibly shaking. you turned and glared at him, such an angry look he didn’t know it was possible to feel so small from just a single expression.

“no, jaehyun, i haven’t.” you spat, your anger making your skin flush in how hard you tried to control your voice and your temper. “so don’t worry, you can go back to living your golden life without any responsibilities. i won’t be asking you for money, i won’t be coming back here, and i won’t be going to the press. but not for your sake, oh no, i couldn’t give a fuck. only for hers.” you turned and walked away, your hand stilling on the doorknob when you heard him call to you.

“no, wait! y/n that’s – that’s not what i meant, please. can – can i meet her? spend time with her?” you didn’t turn around, your hand on the knob tightening its grip for a moment, you lifted your head to stare at the ceiling and you sighed, the anger draining from you and just leaving you exhausted.

“you just did, and i think that was enough, don’t you? i don’t want you to decide the next morning that she’s not worth your time.”

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the door closed behind you as you left and all three men were stunned into silence at what had transpired. jaehyun had known you’d hate him if you saw him again, he knew that, he really did. he would have never pushed you to spend time with him after the way everything went down but now it was different.

he was a father now, or well, he had been a father the past four years and had no clue but now he was aware and he couldn’t just not try and be one. this had changed his world, how could he go about pretending that this hadn’t happened?

“dude… i am so confused right now. what the actual hell just happened?” mark finally spoke up, eyes darting between the two men standing with him. johnny didn’t look away from jaehyun to answer his question, nothing but extreme concern for his friend who looked like he had his whole world shaken up.

well, johnny thought almost comically, he did.

“i, um…” jaehyun started, eyes still not drifting away from the door you had just left from. “when we were on tours four years ago, um… johnny and i went to dinner, i don’t know if you remember? we had asked you if you wanted to go too, but you were already going with haechan and taeil.” jaehyun finally broke his trance he had on the door and turned to make eye contact with mark, who still sported the look of someone utterly bewildered. mark answered with a nod, not daring to open his mouth so he could listen to the rest of what jaehyun had to say.

“well, we went. just us two. and she was our waitress and she was, she is, so beautiful and she was flirting with me and so when she put her number on our receipt, johnny told me to go for it and… and i did. we talked for hours, and – and one thing led to another, and fuck.” jaehyun breathed out and then let out a humorless laugh at his word choice. he ran his hand through his hair roughly, the newly dyed blonde locks, tugging on them as he did so. “i left. i mean, i couldn’t have actually stayed with her, we had a show in another city and we had to leave and so i left. i tried to keep talking to her but… i stopped.”

mark blew out a hard breath at jaehyun’s explanation. “well, did you let her know? that you had to leave and that’s why?”

jaehyun shook his head, and johnny spoke up for him then. “our manager saw and lost it, he couldn’t reply to her because he was scared since it had been so long and then we left and our manager had his number changed when we got back.”

“did you still have her number though?” mark questioned, eyebrows coming together. jaehyun nodded hesitantly.

“dude, that’s so fucked. you should have explained to her then, she would have understood.” jaehyun hung his head, he was used to johnny consoling him in the assumption that he’d never have to see you again. he wasn’t used to his mistakes being so openly berated.

“poor y/n,” mark said then, turning to look at the door you had left out of. “having to raise a baby on her own like that, i don’t blame her for being as angry as she was. and then for you to ask –.”

“god, mark, yes. i know. i know i fucked up. but i have a kid… i have a daughter. i don’t want to be one of those dads, i don’t…” he trailed off, the way he felt sick dissipating, slowly being replaced with the dread of having his daughter grow up and have to tell people her dad was just absent when he knew about her now.

“then don’t.” johnny’s reply was simple. both jaehyun and mark turned to look at him. johnny shrugged as if it were easy.

“but she doesn’t –.” jaehyun went to say but johnny shook his head, the look he gave him shutting him up instantly.

“then don’t, jaehyun. you’re an adult. you made a mistake but it’s not eighteen years too late to try and fix it, just five. if chen can do this and end up just fine, you have just the same amount of chance that he does. you don’t wanna be a deadbeat dad? then don’t. easy as that. y/n isn’t going to like it at first but, she’ll come around if. you. make. an. effort.” mark was smiling at johnny’s answer, nodding along as he spoke and jaehyun stared open mouthed at him.

“you think it’ll work?”

“it doesn’t hurt to try,” mark chimed in. “plus, i saw the way she was watching you earlier, i kinda thought for a second she was going to be one of those weird stalkers but this makes so much more sense now.”

“how can i do this though? i don’t have her number or anything,” jaehyun asked, and he wanted so badly to get to know yeoreum, and to get to know you again. he wanted to see if things were that different, or if it was the years of anger building up. he couldn’t blame you at all for the things you said and for the way you reacted. he can imagine he’d do the same.

“am i gonna have to do everything myself?” johnny joked and jaehyun gave him a confused look.

“she works at the school that was just here. we have the principals contact information. therefore, we have her information. and if nothing else, we know where she works. you show up, you make a genuine effort, and you keep making an effort until she knows you’re serious. and you keep trying because that’s your daughter. you literally can’t deny her, she looks exactly like you.” jaehyun nodded, absorbing all the information that johnny had readily available in his brain. he hoped it was because he was an outsider looking in in this situation and not that jaehyun was just that dumb. maybe it was a bit of both.

“guys? come on, we have another schedule to meet in forty-five minutes,” their manager called, his head momentarily visible from the doorway. the three men made their way to exit, jaehyun’s mind reeling with what he was going to do and how he was going to do.

he had a daughter.

he was a father.

that thought alone was enough to make a grin slowly grow on his face.

“also,” mark spoke up suddenly, turning around to look at his friends. “do i need to have a talk with everyone about the importance of condoms?”

johnny snorted out a laugh, and jaehyun groaned loudly.

“yeah… i think i’m gonna at least text the dreamies. maybe ‘wrap it before you tap it’ or something like that. god, can you imagine jisung with a child?” mark’s face looked horrified, but his joke effectively broke the tense feeling jaehyun had held for the past twenty minutes and johnny laughed, clapping mark on the shoulder as he and jaehyun exited the door.

“jisung is an adult, mark. he’s a grown ass man. they don’t need ‘the talk’.”

“yes they do, they can be forty and they’re still going to be children to me!” mark yelled as he followed them out.

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jaehyun couldn’t remember the last time he had butterflies this bad since maybe his debut. his heart hadn’t stopped racing since johnny handed him a slip of paper discreetly at practice later that night, and when jaehyun unfolded the paper he saw an address and a phone number scrawled in small letters.

“maybe go to her work, instead of calling first.” johnny had whispered to him rather conspicuously in the far corner of the room.

“wouldn’t it be better to give her a heads up though? i don’t want to ruin this before i even really get the chance to get to know yeoreum.” jaehyun said, the desperation for this to work out evident on his face. he wasn’t sure when he had ever wanted something so badly, but his thoughts had been consumed by this little girl that he had no idea existed until twelve hours ago.

“sure, it might seem a little creepy but this way she can physically see you’re serious and won’t block you immediately out of spite,” johnny shrugged at his friend. “i know i'd block you.”

jaehyun gave him a deadpan look, “that’s very comforting, thanks.”

a sudden pair of arms throwing themselves around jaehyun’s shoulders made his eyes grow wide but seeing johnny unconcerned made him relax a little.

“so who is blocking jaehyun hyung immediately?” haechan asked from over jaehyun’s shoulder.

jaehyun fished for a response, trying to think of an answer and johnny beat him to it with the most basic of answers.

“your mom.” johnny said, a wide grin growing on his face at the offended look on haechan’s face that jaehyun couldn’t see.

“you better not be texting my mom!” haechan argued, voice rising an octave directly in jaehyun’s ear making the man wince sharply. “she’s married and i don’t want a step-dad this late in my life.”

johnny pushed away from the wall and jaehyun was thankful for johnny’s distraction, because as he walked away haechan moved to follow him, arguing with the taller man even if it started out as a joke.

this gave jaehyun the time to stare down at the folded piece of paper that had been crumpled in his hand, he memorized the number on it like the paper would disintegrate if he didn’t and as he moved on to the address he attempted to formulate a plan.

the plan may have been half-assed in hindsight, jaehyun realized as he stood out in front of the pre-school you worked at, staying out of sight of any passerby who may recognize him. he was sure he wouldn’t be noticed that easily as his hood was up, mask secured over his nose but he was so nervous of someone saying something to ruin his one shot at getting you to listen to him.

he distracted himself with scrolling through his phone, flipping between different social medias while he waited, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard your voice calling a goodbye to your coworkers as you exited the building.

“mommy, can we go get some ice cream? i got a green smiley on my report today from miss jisoo, you know i was good today!” he heard yeoreum ask cutely, and you turned the corner to walk in his direction and he watched as you looked down at her. you held her hand and your smile was so gentle he couldn’t help but get lost in it for a moment.

you were going to respond but you noticed his presence at that moment, looking up and staring harshly at him, he could see you bristle. you didn’t immediately recognize him, jaehyun noticed with the way you tugged yeoreum to stand behind you and jaehyun raised his hands in surrender, tugging his mask down so you could see his face and you released a breath, relaxing instantly.

“mister jaehyun!” yeoreum cheered from behind you, bouncing forward with her hands holding on to the straps of her little yellow backpack. jaehyun crouched to be level with her, his elbows resting on his knees and his dimpled smile was an exact replica of hers.

“hi yeoreum, i heard you say you were good today in school. if your mommy is okay with it, do you think i get you that ice cream you wanted?” jaehyun asked the little girl, but his eyes were looking up at you and your mouth was pressed in a firm line. yeoreum whirled on the spot to look up at you.

“oh please, mommy? mister jaehyun will pay for it so it’s free!” yeoreum pleaded, adding information that wasn’t exactly given yet and jaehyun couldn’t help but laugh at that detail. you clearly debated on it for a moment, but the hopeful look on your daughters face was already giving you an answer.

“sure, sweetie.” you said softly, eyes cutting up to glance at jaehyun, trying to figure out what he was getting at. yeoreum pulled you by the hand, and then she boldly grabbed jaehyun’s hand as well, leading the way to the convenience store you often made stops to on the way home from school.

you didn’t say a word as you walked, jaehyun keeping a conversation going with yeoreum, asking her about the things in school she liked and it went on like that for a few minutes until you entered the store and you greeted the elderly woman who ran it politely. yeoreum darted to the ice cream section and you finally had a moment without her present.

“what are you trying to do here, jaehyun?” you asked coldly, and his smile never wavered, his mood too high to allow it to come down.

“i’m trying to get to know my daughter that i didn’t know existed until yesterday.” he answered you, his voice hushed as to keep the store owner from eavesdropping, but you didn’t detect any obvious lies in his statement.

“i told you –.” you started, and he cut you off.

“i know what you said, believe me. i heard you loud and clear, but please y/n,” and your eyes widened at the sincerity in his voice, he was seconds away from begging dramatically. “please just give me one chance. i want to be in her life, i want to be there for her.”

yeoreum skipped over, holding three ice cream bars in her arms.

“look mommy, i got your favorite. and mister jaehyun, i got you my favorite. you’ll like it because it’s the best!” she said with such confidence that jaehyun chuckled at her as she walked right up to the counter.

“well you’re in luck because that just so happens to be my favorite, too.” jaehyun offered and the girl beamed at him.

“mommy likes this flavor,” she pointed to the only one that was different as the elderly woman scanned the three items. she motioned for him to come to her level, and when he bent down she cupped her hands cutely to whisper in jaehyun’s ear. “and don’t tell her but it’s really yucky.”

the more time jaehyun spent around this little girl the more he felt himself getting wrapped around her finger. he brought a finger to his lips conspiratorially and he turned to make eye contact with you and your eyebrows raised.

“hey, what’s with the secrets?” you frowned in confusion, head tilting slightly and at the motion jaehyun felt his heart skip a beat. he recalled the same exact motion five years ago, and he had to swallow hard to pull himself out of the memory.

“oh, nothing. yeoreum just told me a funny joke.” he answered, giving yeoreum a wink and she giggled at the secret that they now had, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she laughed.

“hmmm,” you responded, accepting the ice cream bars and thanking the woman as you exited. the park was only a short distance away and that’s where you headed, sitting down on a bench as you opened yeoreum’s ice cream and she dove in immediately.

you allowed them to talk easily, and you felt your resolve slowly chipping away with every smile they shared with each other. you recalled one of the many conversations you had had with friends, one most recently being your coworker and friend jisoo. she had suggested for the umpteenth time that you should reach out to the father and give him the option to be in yeoreum’s life.

“i don’t want him to get tired of her, it would be devastating for her, and me too.” you had argued then and jisoo’s look was unamused.

“you haven’t even given him the chance, you have no clue if he’d even do that. you can’t make that assumption, time changes people.”

you were realizing she was right as you watched her giggle over him dripping ice cream on his shoes, yeoreum commenting how it’s not that hard to not be messy and jaehyun laughed at her disappointed sigh.

you had made up your mind by then, the ice cream finished and you noticed the time was getting a little late, knowing you’d have to get her ready for bed.

“come on, ‘reum. we gotta get ready for bed soon.” you said softly, interrupting their conversation and yeoreum nodded, hopping off of the bench she sat on with jaehyun. she walked over to stand beside you but she turned to jaehyun.

“mister jaehyun, will i see you again?” she asked and her voice was so hopeful that jaehyun looked to you for an answer.

“one chance,” you mouthed to him seriously, holding up one finger to emphasize your point over yeoreum’s head and jaehyun’s eyes shone with relief as he made eye contact with yeoreum.

“i’d love to, i’ll come see you anytime.” jaehyun nodded and yeoreum clapped excitedly, turning to look at you as she did so and you couldn’t help the answering smile that crossed your face. you took her small hand in yours and you began to walk in the direction of your home and she paused, turning around and waving enthusiastically goodbye to jaehyun who was still seated on the wooden park bench.

“see you soon, mister jaehyun!” she called and then she was pulling you away; jaehyun watching you both leave and he felt at peace knowing this plan went so much better than he could have ever hoped it would.

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you had just put yeoruem to sleep in her little princess bed, she had talked nonstop the entire way home, all through dinner, and then during her bath until you finally got her to sleep, about mister jaehyun.

the idea of her getting to know him brought on two strong emotions and they teetered back and forth in your mind, an eerily well-balanced scale.

on one hand, you were excited for her to get to know her father, she deserved to have both parents who loved her.

on the other hand, you were terrified of how this would play out fully. would he leave once people found out? would he pretend she didn’t exist?

your thoughts ran in circles over and over, and you didn’t get anywhere productive. the only thing you had settled on was that until you knew for sure where this would go, you would make sure jaehyun wouldn’t mention a word of being her dad.

you didn’t want to have to pick up the pieces of her small heart if he shattered it.

your phone dinged and it pulled you out of your thoughts, you paused the show you had barely been paying attention to so you could focus.

9:31 pm unknown: hello… do you have plans tomorrow?

9:32 pm you: depends on who’s asking...?

9:33 pm unknown: oh, yeah my bad. this is jaehyun, johnny got me your number from your boss

9:34 pm you: ok… that’s not weird at all… but no. no plans besides work and yeoruem. why?

9:35 pm he who must not be named 💀: how do you feel about coming over? i can cook for you both, or maybe order pizza. whatever yeoreum wants to eat haha

9:37 pm you: she’s not picky, but i guess i won’t mind. will your members mind?

9:38 pm he who must not be named 💀: ah, right. well, see i’m telling them tomorrow so they won’t really have a choice.

9:40 pm you: … don’t make this weird for us, jaehyun.

9:42 pm he who must not be named 💀: i’m not! i won’t, i’ll send someone for you tomorrow at 6?

9:47 pm you: we can get there, just give me the address and i’ll see you then

9:48 pm he who must not be named 💀: [current location]

you audibly sighed, staring at the phone showing the address, you clicked it to see that he didn’t live too far from you and you just shook your head, you were going to leave it at that, but your thought from earlier hit you again and you typed a response.

9:55 pm you: i have a request for you

10:01 pm he who must not be named 💀: ask

10:02 pm you: i’m not going to keep you from getting to know her, because it makes her happy and she deserves that. but i don’t want you to mention anything to her about you being her dad

10:05 pm he who must not be named 💀: and that’s because…?

10:06 pm you: i just wanna be sure. i’d rather you be some cool man she spent time with if you decide differently

10:07 pm he who must not be named 💀: okay and when you see that i’m not gonna ghost my own daughter, is there a statute of limitations on this or what?

10:08 pm you: i’ll let you know

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jaehyun paced back and forth in the living room, he hadn’t heard from you since you assured him you’d be coming by at 6 like agreed. he had went a little overboard on the pizza, considering there were now five different boxes on the counter and he may have went on a shopping spree at a small children’s toy store.

now all eight of his members sat in different spots in the too large living room as he walked back and forth, stopping to check on his phone and then once he saw there wasn’t a notification from you, he went back to his path he had made.

“you’re gonna wear a hole through the floor,” johnny deadpanned and jaehyun ignored him.

“hyung?” it was haechan this time trying to get jaehyun to stop moving and jaehyun did, looking up to see what the youngest wanted.

“this isn’t your first time meeting her, right?” haechan seemed genuinely confused.

“no, this is the second, technically third time now.” he answered, forgetting about his phone in his pocket for a moment.

“okay, then why are you freaking out?” haechan asked, resting his chin in his palm.

“well…” jaehyun was at a brief loss for words. “y/n is unsure about me being around her already, so i guess i’m worried she’s going to… stop.”

“stop what?” taeyong asked from the other side of the room and jaehyun turned on the spot to face him.

“stop letting me see her, stop responding to me, just, stop altogether.” jaehyun looked crestfallen as he waved his hands around but a snort from his left made him glare at yuta.

“what? like you did to her?” yuta smirked at the stressed man, and jaehyun threw his arms up, throwing his head back as he stared at the ceiling for a long moment.

he hadn’t expected this kind of reaction at all when he called a group meeting in the living room hours earlier; he had told mark and johnny he planned to tell everyone because he had wanted you and yeoreum to come to the house and they had only nodded and helped him gather everyone. mark and johnny purposely sat on the couch in the corner of the room so they could watch it all unfold.

jaehyun had started the whole thing by clearing his throat three times before he even opened his mouth.

“i-,” he began but yuta narrowed his eyes at him and twisted his lips for a second.

“you got some girl pregnant, didn’t you?” his question was so blunt it took everyone off guard, mark almost falling out of his seat on the couch entirely. haechan, who sat on the arm of yuta’s chair, shoved his shoulder roughly. jaehyun, however, was stunned into silence, mouth agape and yuta laughed at his reaction.

“jaehyun, he’s joking. now why did you call us all here?” taeyong said, shooting a stern look at yuta before turning his full attention to the man who stood in the center of the room. keeping the peace like he always did, but jaehyun was so much more nervous now after yuta’s comment, regardless of how correct it was.

“okay, so,” jaehyun began and went through the entire story again. something he had kept to himself all these years, and he was finally letting everyone in on his tiny, but impactful, moment of freedom he had with you.

“and so when we filmed our content for the youtube segment, the one with kids, you know?” and when everyone nodded, all but three mouths were hanging in stunned silence. “this little girl was at my table, and she was adorable and smart and highly independent but like, some kids are like that. until she pointed out her mother to me, and –.”

jungwoo gasped dramatically, leaning so far forward in his chair as he listened to jaehyun that he was practically on the floor. “no fucking way!”

“yes, way.” mark answered for him, and jaehyun continued.

“y/n, yeah. y/n was her mother, and yeoreum was born exactly nine months after, and yeah. i… i have a daughter that i had no clue existed but i want to be her dad, i haven’t wanted something this bad since we debuted, and… yeah.”

“okay… okay…” taeyong repeated, seemingly in shock as he processed everything that was just said.

“okay?” jaehyun asked, wanting someone to say something.

“okay.” taeyong replied, making eye contact with him. “well, we’re not going to let you be a shitty father.”

“anymore.” haechan said under his breath and yuta snickered with him.

“i had no clue!” jaehyun argued in defense of himself.

“how do you even know she’s actually yours?” taeil asked, his posture was relaxed in his chair, recovering from the shock of the news more quickly than the others had.

“she -.” he started but doyoung butted in then.

“how do you know she’s not using you as a way to get money? she could have slept with someone else.” doyoung seemed even less convinced than taeil was.

“oh no, wait til you see her,” mark said from his spot in the room. “he can’t deny her even if he tried.”

“what? i won’t believe it until i see the test results.” doyoung said, and taeil nodded.

“she hasn’t asked me for anything,” jaehyun argued, feeling a little defensive over you then.

“yet.” taeil murmured, and johnny chose then to speak up.

“you weren’t there in the room, neither of you. she didn’t want anything to do with jaehyun, and she very, very clearly stated that she didn’t even want him around her.”

“and she asked me to refrain from even mentioning that i was her dad.” jaehyun tacked on, and taeil didn’t seem convinced nor did doyoung. silence stretched on for a moment.

“so when do we get to meet yeoreum?” haechan asked then, and jaehyun checked his watch.

“in about three hours,” he replied and everyone jumped as if they had been startled.

“what?!” came at him from all directions of the room.

“nothing in here is childproof!” taeyong exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

“she’s five, not two, she’s not going to go stick her finger in light sockets,” mark chuckled and taeyong relaxed slightly.

“she’s four, but yeah, same thing applies,” johnny corrected him and then silence fell over the room again.

“i will say, i can’t blame y/n,” yuta spoke up then, his eyes trained on the floor for a long moment. “if i were her, i wouldn’t have even given you the option. she’s a lot more forgiving than i would be if you knocked me up, ghosted me and then suddenly by a coincidence showed up again.”

“well that’s because you’re a scorpio,” jungwoo said. “and it feels kinda like fate to me.”

“that’s exactly what i said!” mark laughed, pointing at jungwoo animatedly.

and the conversation carried on like that up until he started pacing, jaehyun had been grateful that they all, well almost all, took it in stride and were supportive. but the jabs from yuta were making him even more anxious, and no matter how many times taeyong glared at yuta and told him to shut up, he couldn’t relax.

and then his phone buzzed in his hand.

6:15 pm pizza hut: um, sorry we’re a bit late, the train was delayed but uh… security guy won’t let us in

“shit,” jaehyun whispered, and he was halfway towards the door when your next text came through.

6:16 pm pizza hut: and it’s raining, so we can go home it’s not a big deal

his panic he felt while pacing came back full force and taeyong called to him.

“what’s going on?”

“security guard won’t let her in,” jaehyun rambled quickly.

“that’s all?” he replied, and taeyong pulled out his phone, pressed a few buttons on the screen and had his phone to his ear in seconds.

“hi, mr. choi? yes, can you please escort our guests to the elevators. yes, we were expecting her. no, don’t leave them out in the rain any longer. yes… thank you. have a goodnight.”

taeyong hung up the phone, and gestured to the door, “she’s in the elevator on their way up.”

jaehyun exhaled deeply, for the first time since he woke up that morning. and while he could breathe easily, the entire room held their breath at the sound of a gentle knock against the door.

jaehyun all but lunged at the door and opened it wide. the other eight men in the living room didn’t move a muscle.

“mister jaehyun!” yeoreum squealed excitedly when she saw him filling the entrance and their smiles were exact replicas of each other and jaehyun gestured you both inside.

“yeoreum, shoes baby.” you said softly, and the members had yet to see any faces, but smiles broke out on their faces as they heard a quick, “right! sorry mommy!”

jaehyun led you both out of the foyer and into the living room and you froze when you saw eight men staring at you both when you entered the room. you had prepared for this, expecting it to be awkward but being this… intense wasn’t exactly how you pictured it.

yeoreum stepped in between you and jaehyun and you looked down to see her bow to the room.

“hello, my name is yeoreum and i’m four years old.” and you peeked up to see the intense stares break out into wide grins.

yeoreum stood up straight and then tugged on your pants.

“mommy, you said it’s rude to not introduce yourself to people who you don’t know.” she said it so seriously, but you and several others in the room chuckled at her respect for manners. at least she paid attention to you when you spoke.

you didn’t bow as yeoreum had, simply dipping your head as you introduced yourself.

“happy?” you said to yeoreum, poking her in the nose and she giggled in response. you heard faint gasps from deeper in the room but you ignored it as your daughter stared into the room and the men must have realized that her comment applied to them as well.

the first one to cross the room was a face you faintly recognized. he knelt down to be on her level and his smile was gentle.

“hi yeoreum, i’m mister jaehyun’s friend. my name is taeil.” and yeoreum nodded, and she smiled at every one who introduced themselves to her and you. she recognized johnny and even gave mark a high five. the last one was haechan, and he was the most energetic of all to meet her.

“hi!” he chirped to her, and she parroted back to him the same exact way, and he continued, his voice filled with a joking kind of pride. “my name is haechan, and i’m the coolest one here.”

“is that why your hair is blue?” yeoreum asked, tilting her head to the side cutely.

“yep, only the coolest have blue hair.” he replied, shaking his head playfully and yeoreum’s laugh filled the room again.

“also, do you wanna see all the cool stuff mister jaehyun got you?” haechan asked, and finally gestured to the couch that held different plushies and toys that the older lady at the shop had suggested for kids her age. yeoreum stared at all the toys then turned around to stare up at jaehyun.

“all of that is mine?” and even you were in shock and the sheer amount of toys piled on the couch.

“yep, all yours.” jaehyun replied, crouching down to be on the same level as yeoreum and haechan.

“but that’s… so much.” she whispered loudly, peeking again at all the toys.

“if you don’t like them all that’s okay, i just wanted to get you something,” his smile was gentle and reassuring. she looked at you for permission and when you nodded at her, she went to the couch and looked at all the plushies. she looked at them, and then at everyone in the room, then back at the toys staring intently.

and one by one, she pulled a different stuffed animal from the pile and handed it to each man in the room. she started by giving haechan a blue teddy bear, and continued on until every grown man was holding a small soft plushie, and she beamed with happiness.

you knew they couldn’t say no and jaehyun could see their wariness melting with each toy she gave. and even though he knew he probably had no right to feel it, he felt a sense of pride in her generosity and he knew she could have only learned that from you. he was the last one to receive a toy and it was a fluffy orange cat.

“thank you, yeoreum. that’s very sweet of you.” he told her sincerely and she blinked at him as if it weren’t something out of the ordinary.

“there’s a lot to share,” she replied and then she remembered something and it lit up her entire face, her voice raising in her excitement. “mommy said you got pizza!”

“yep,” he answered her question that wasn’t a question. “i didn’t know which kind you liked so you have a lot of choices.”

yeoreum picked the same pizza to eat that jaehyun had, which didn’t go unnoticed by everyone in the room as he was the only one to actually like pineapple on pizza. she had made herself at home easily, not missing a beat to pull half of the men into the living room to play with her and the toys jaehyun had gotten for her.

you had been there for a total of thirty minutes before you had been made to feel somewhat welcome. you enjoyed watching the members spend time with yeoreum, as she didn’t have many men in her life to really associate with, and the boys in her class didn’t really count.

you had to bite back a smile at the conversation you had overhead moments before.

“yeoreum is a pretty name, it’s unique too.” mark said, sitting cross-legged where she had instructed him to sit.

“thank you, mommy said she did it so it would be easy because my english name is summer.” yeoreum replied somewhat distractedly in english, causing all eyes to blink slowly at the sudden change in language.

“but she was born in may?” jaehyun looked at you, and you shrugged.

“i was on drugs and in pain, i at least had the right idea.” which caused a few laughs to echo around the room.

after that, you seemed to be fairly content with just observing. you leaned against the kitchen counter, chewing slowly on a piece of pizza as you watched her try to win a tickle fight with mark and succeeding with the way his laughter didn’t come out as forced.

you didn’t speak much with the other members, mostly enjoying being a presence in the room, that is until you felt a body move close to your side and you turned to face the new person, remembering his name was doyoung. when he didn’t say anything to you, you turned away and went back to watching how the tickle fight was absolutely being lost by mark then.

“i have reservations about this,” doyoung said to you then, his voice hardly above a whisper.

you turned again to face him but he looked forward, eyes trained on the guys sitting around enjoying the little girls antics. realizing he wasn’t going to face you for this conversation you went back to your previous position, this time bringing the pizza to your mouth again.

“and?” you asked him, voice matching his tone and doyoung shifted forward to rest his forearms against the counter. he waited until your mouth was full of pizza before he spoke again.

“and jaehyun’s so excited about this, he went on and on about it and he doesn’t even know if she’s actually his.” doyoung’s blunt words made you defensive, even though you had expected something like this, it still made you react, but doyoung continued before you could swallow.

“i think he needs to get a dna test before he gets too attached.” doyoung said, finally turning to face you and you narrowed your eyes at him as he did so.

“what? you think i’m lying?” you said through gritted teeth, but doyoung’s stance didn’t change.

“i’m not going to judge you, i don’t know anything about you. i’m just trying to protect one of my best friends. especially if you decide to rip this whole ‘being a father’ thing out from under him.”

“exactly, you don’t know anything about me.” you said shortly, your temper’s fuse quickly reaching its end. you pushed yourself away from the counter then before you continued. “and there’s nothing to protect him from, i don’t want anything from him. he tracked me down after i told him to leave me alone. he asked to see her, not me. we will be just as we were before he made his grand appearance, should he decide the father life isn’t for him.”

doyoung searched your face while you spoke, but you abruptly changed the conversation when you asked him where the bathroom was. doyoung gestured down the hall and watched as you left, when the shadows in the hall swallowed you he turned his attention back to watch the scene unfold.

haechan and mark were getting to be children again as they played some sort of mock game of house with yeoreum, using the plushies she had gifted them.

jaehyun was sitting next to her, his back against the couch as she made him in charge of holding the rest of the plushies, doyoung heard her mention that he was the house and so he had to be really, really still.

“where’s your dad?” haechan asked, his voice exaggeratingly deep for his character his bear was playing.

“i don’t have one,” yeoreum said, and she moved her plushie away from haechan’s but every man in the room froze. doyoung’s eyes darted to jaehyun’s face to judge his face, but he couldn’t quite read it.

“wh-what do you mean, yeo?” mark asked using his little lion to carry on the game for her.

“mommy said daddy is a really busy man,” she said matter-of-factly, she didn’t notice how all the eyes in the room were trained on her, and how the air seemed to still in preparation for her answer. “she said he’s a busy business man who flies all over the world and she said that a lot of daddies and mommies do that and that it’s okay!”

she was still happy as she spoke, still involved in her game of house she had roped them into playing with her.

“it really is okay,” mark said softly, forgetting his role for a moment.

“yep! it’s super okay because my mommy is really strong and she got so strong so she could take care of me all by herself.” yeoreum’s tiny body puffed up in all the pride a four year old could muster.

“but don’t you miss your dad?” haechan’s bear asked yeoreum’s little white fluffy bear.

“well yeah, all the other kids dads come and pick them up from school but mommy says that just because my daddy has a lot of stuff he has to do first, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love me.” and then, for the first time, yeoreum’s voice became a bit quieter. “i don’t know my daddy, but i hope mommy’s right.”

doyoung’s eyes had danced back and forth between her and jaehyun, noticing the more she spoke, the more jaehyun’s face seemed to fall and it wasn’t long before doyoung though he saw the man tearing up.

“of course your mommy’s right, ‘reum,” jaehyun said softly behind her. she twisted around in her spot on the floor, looking up at him and she tilted her head at him when she saw his tears spill over, confused on why he was so sad. she shuffled forward to get closer to him and she frowned, bringing her arms to wrap around his neck tightly and jaehyun felt the tears hit him harder and he didn’t even care that everyone else in the room was witnessing this. his arms wrapped tightly around her little body, and he used his palm to try and wipe away some of the tears from his cheek.

“mommy said it’s okay to cry, and that hugs are a good bandaid,” yeoreum said, voice taking a knowing tone.

jaehyun nodded against her head, his eyes drifting to the hallway where he could see you standing there. your expression was unreadable to him, but your lips were pursed tightly.

“your mommy is right,” he repeated again, pulling her small hands away from his face then. “about the hugs and that your daddy was really busy but he definitely loves you.”

“do you know him?” she asked, pulling away from his neck to look at him earnestly, and jaehyun’s eyes crinkled at the edges, pulling away from your form in the hallway to look at his daughter again.

“i do, yeah,” jaheyun answered, “and he missed you so much.”

“can you tell him i miss him too? can you tell him that he can come pick me up from school?” she said excitedly and you chose that moment to interrupt. you couldn’t be sure where the rest of the conversation was going, you didn’t know if jaehyun would keep his word about not saying he was her dad and you could see her getting her hopes up too high, and you knew you had to be the bad guy.

“yeoruem, baby. it’s time we go home now, we have school in the morning.” you called softly, walking over to your little girl and she pouted up at you, but she didn’t argue, she just slowly got to her feet, hugging her teddy bear tightly to her chest.

“say thank you, they were very nice to play with you,” you nudged her softly and she did as she was told, genuinely happy to have been able to play with her new friends. you both started walking to the door and she turned suddenly, running to hug jaehyun once more before she left.

you saw she had whispered something to him as she pulled away and you saw jaehyun break out into a smile again.

“i will,” he said to her and with a happy nod yeoreum was back with you again.

with yeoreum’s shoes finally on, you both exited the door and were halfway to the elevator when you heard a door close and footsteps thumping towards you. you were both surprised and… not at all surprised to see jaehyun behind you, a new gleam in his eye as he tugged on his hood and put a mask into place over his nose.

“i would feel more comfortable if i took you home since it’s late.” he said nonchalantly. “i can drive us, if you want.”

“i don’t have a car seat for yeoreum,” you replied and jaehyun shrugged easily. “walking you home it is then.”

you were going to protest but yeoreum had already put her stuffed animal in your hand before grabbing your other one and one of jaehyun’s, tugging you both towards the elevator.

she had started chatting away about something you couldn’t even pay attention to, too entirely focused on the way jaehyun’s hand enveloped hers, your eyes trailing from his hand to his face and you weren’t sure what it was about it. maybe it was all the moments pulled together, primarily the past hour alone, but you felt an unmistakable skip of your heartbeat at the way he smiled down at your excited little girl.

you were too busy gazing up at jaehyun to even noticed the eight heads poking out of the doorway almost comically as they watched you three enter the elevator, being led by a headstrong four year old.

“they make a cute little family,” jungwoo mentioned, only pulling his head inside once he heard the elevator doors close; the members immediately talking animatedly about the new niece they seemed to automatically claim as their own.

no one noticed doyoung walking to his room, the tiny cup that yeoreum had used in his hand.

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it took all of three minutes into the walk home for yeoreum to yawn loudly and rub her eyes sleepily.

“did you get tired from playing with everyone?” you asked her and she nodded, all the cheerful excitement ebbing away from her slowly. you went to pick her up to carry her the rest of the way but jaehyun stopped you, eyes asking permission before he made a move and after a brief hesitation, you nodded to him with a smile.

“i got you, ‘reum, come here,” he said soothingly, picking her up and holding her close. she instantly laid her head down on his shoulder and you snorted at how quickly she closed her eyes. you cooed at how sweet she was, and jaehyun visibly glowed at how she seemed to relax with him instantly.

“you know you don’t have to do all of this,” you said to him after a few moments of yeoreum’s slow breathing. and jaehyun sighed deeply.

“look i know you think i’m this really shitty person who just ditched you, and i know that that’s how you must have felt but it wasn’t my intention. my manager saw our messages, you know. and even though I was still an adult then, we didn’t have nearly as much freedom as we do now. he yelled at me for an hour about being reckless with my career and all that. even though it doesn’t change anything, i didn’t do any of it on purpose or maliciously. and i’m sorry you had to do this alone.” he said, looking down at you the entire time he had been talking, wanting to see your face through his shortened explanation.

“it was really hard, at first, and i’ve been angry for awhile.” you said, voice soft and vulnerable after you thought a moment before deciding to give him honesty. “i had no clue what to tell any of my friends, and when i googled you i almost threw up, but i think that was from the pregnancy and not the news of you being famous. it made sense then to me what all had happened, but i couldn’t tell my parents the truth and so i had to say i didn’t know who the dad was. mortifying, really. my parents still haven’t spoken to me since then. and i love yeoreum more than anything, but i really… i think i hated you this whole time.” you don’t make eye contact as you confess to him a snippet of what had happened, a glimpse into how you felt.

jaehyun was stunned at all he had learned about you, he knew you probably had hated him, and he was right on that. he was horrified to learn that you really, truly had been alone through all of this. he didn’t know why but he had assumed, since he had learned of this at least, you would have had your parents to help support you, and it made his stomach turn knowing it was the opposite.

“but i don’t hate you now,” you admitted softly, looking ahead at the crosswalk sign, waiting for it to give you the okay to cross.

“oh? one day was all it took?” jaehyun asked a bit hopefully with a playful smile, his heart leaping in his chest at the statement, and he couldn’t quite place his finger on why it made him so excited to hear those words. you didn’t respond right away only rolling your eyes, and pulling a set of keys from your pocket and jaehyun realized you must be close to your place.

“but don’t get too excited, the statute has only been bumped up, not removed entirely,” you teased, and you unlocked the door that sat in the wall surrounding your house, entering the front yard that came with your house. it was small, but jaehyun noticed it was just enough for the two of you to live in and it seemed cozy.

you closed the door behind you, it automatically locking and you led the way to the front door of the house, unlocking it and kicking off your shoes. jaehyun shuffled nervously a bit, not knowing what he needed to do but toed off his shoes anyway just to be courteous.

“would you like to tuck her in?” you asked him after switching on a light in the room, and jaehyun blinked as his eyes adjusted. “if you don’t want to, that’s okay, i can.” and you reached for yeoreum but jaehyun tightened his hold on the sleeping girl.

“i can do it,” he stressed and you grinned, holding up your hands in surrender.

“okay then, ‘mister jaehyun’,” you joked, motioning for him to follow you down the hall into the room he could only assume was yeoreum’s if the little moon nightlight glowing and the soft peach paint on the wall were anything to go by.

he noticed she didn’t have an overabundance of toys, maybe a handful of plushies on her bed but he realized it was because she had a little table in the corner stacked with coloring books, crayons and markers. he could see her wanting to be an artist when she grew up, she had told him that already. as he was taking in the room, you had already folded back her blankets and you were waiting for him expectantly.

he very gently tucked yeoreum in after taking off her shoes and gave her the plushie he had gifted her and she cuddled into it immediately. it caused his heart to ache looking at her, realizing he had missed so many things. jaehyun followed you out of her room and you closed her door until it was just a crack.

“um…” jaehyun went to ask, not knowing how to really phrase the question he wanted.

“are you thirsty?” you asked him instead as you headed into your kitchen and he hovered in the entrance.

“not really, thank you, but i was wondering, if you’d be okay with it…” he trailed off, and your eyes darted to see him looking somewhat nervous.

“with what?”

“do you… maybe have pictures you could show me? or videos? i just know i’ve missed a lot and if you were okay with it, i’d like to see the moments i wasn’t there for.” your heart softened, as did your smile.

“yeah, i think i can do that for you.”

so jaehyun stayed with you until late that night, sitting at the kitchen table as you showed him pictures and videos of yeoreum. moments like her first steps, and her first words, which you were pouting when you told him wasn’t “mama”, but instead was “no”. he got to experience your laughter as yeoreum had brought a frog inside the house, and her subsequent scream as it jumped out of her hand then chased her. he got to see pictures of her and he felt like he could have been there.

should have been there.

and as he flipped through picture after picture, he noticed that his heart picked up in speed each time he came across a picture of you in it. he watched as you spoke about each picture, the excitement in the nostalgia as you flipped through each one and you explained to him what was going on.

he felt like he was back in your apartment five years ago, he felt at peace with you here.

he missed all of this, and he was going to make sure he wouldn’t miss anything else.

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@lovej43 replied to NCTsmtown_127

i can’t with jaehyun smiling at that little girl like that :(

@127valentines replied to lovej43

right??? she looks a lot like him too, so cute

@markinmiami replied to NCTsmtown_127

mark accidentally breaking his crayon ㅠㅠ the kid gave him a mean look

@bananasoutforjohn replied to NCTsmtown_127

dude looked FLABBERGASTED when the kid started crying

@myloveforjae replied to @127valentines

no ur right tho, she resembles him a lot more than just the dimples 🤨

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you knew that sm would post the video to their youtube channel, but you didn’t realize how anxious reading the comments would make you.

you weren’t aware that the video had posted until jisoo showed you that yeoreum was trending on twitter because of her interactions with jaehyun, and then you went to youtube to read the comments there and every time you read one that mentioned their resemblance it made your stomach flip uncomfortably.

you had a little under a month to prepare for that moment and yet, it still surprised you. you were just pleased that the overall theme for reactions was how cute your daughter was and that made your heart rest just a bit easier.

while reading the comments on your phone, your eyes instantly darted to the text notification that popped up.

3:43 pm he who might be named 😶‍🌫️: did you see they posted the video? everyone is commenting about how cute ‘reum is

3:44 pm you: yeah, and they’re also saying how much you look alike…

3:46 pm he who might be named 😶‍🌫️: well, she’s my daughter so i’d hope so

3:47 pm you: i don’t think you get what i mean

3:48 pm he who might be named 😶‍🌫️: you mean that she also gets her looks from you? i agree

your eyebrows rose at that comment, he had been mildly flirtatious for the past week but now it was becoming blatantly obvious.

3:50 pm you: i mean yes, but that wasn’t what i meant

3:51 pm he who might be named 😶‍🌫️: if it’s not that, then enlighten me

3:52 pm you: aren’t you concerned people will figure it out?

3:54 pm he who might be named 😶‍🌫️: i don’t think they’ll be able to figure it out from just a twenty minute video on youtube

3:55 pm he who might be named 😶‍🌫️: besides, they’d probably doubt it considering how beautiful you are

you simultaneously blushed at his very obvious flirting and sighed at his nonchalance. you were growing accustomed to jaehyun’s presence in your life, and you were finding yourself looking forward to seeing him and spending time with him. it made you feel as if you three were a family but the overwhelming dark cloud of the public finding out loomed over you and shadowed the fluttery feeling you felt in your chest when you talked to him.

you didn’t want to let this get to you but it was turning into somewhat of a fear for you, and it wasn’t really that people would find out.

it was the aftermath; the most negative version being the source of your fear.

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jaehyun stared at his phone waiting for a response from you a bit longer than he should have, but when he felt a shadow hovering to his left he quickly locked his phone. his shoulders instantly relaxed when he saw it was doyoung, but the look on doyoung’s face made jaehyun instantly concerned.

doyoung refused eye contact with him, shifting uncomfortably as he leaned against the mirrored wall of the practice room. everyone else was sat in various spots on around the room and although jaehyun didn’t mind doyoung deciding to spend his break with him, his awkward behavior made jaehyun tense.

“i’ve been putting off talking to you for a week now.” doyoung said to the ground, his arms crossing over his chest.

“what about?”

“i…” doyoung started then stopped, he waited a few seconds then began again. “look, just remember i did it to protect you, you know, just in case.”

he was purposefully being vague and jaehyun pushed off the wall, turning his body to really face doyoung. “what did you do?”

“it’s – i – when y/n came over the first time, even though you were convinced, i wasn’t. so… i had a dna test done.” doyoung’s response made jaehyun’s skin grow hot, he wasn’t why sure anger was the first emotion that bubbled up first but it came on strong enough to surprise even him.

“why would you do that?” he said from between gritted teeth. the idea that yeoreum might not be his never crossed his mind, he had been so sure from the moment he saw you near her.

he just knew.

“you didn’t know, you were just going off of y/n’s word alone. i wanted to give you proof.”

“no, you wanted to rub it in my face that she had lied. you wanted to be right.” jaehyun couldn’t hear how his voice was raising, he could only hear the blood rushing in his ears.

“you would have went your whole life possibly raising someone else’s kid if i hadn’t had the test done!” doyoung was defensive now, and he couldn’t understand why jaehyun would have just blindly believed you like he did.

“i wouldn’t have cared either way!” jaehyun hadn’t realized he had gotten closer to doyoung until a hand came to push against his chest, pulling him back and away from him.

“keep it down unless you want the whole building to know your business,” johnny said lowly to jaehyun, eyes darting to the choreographer across the room, who seemed to be mostly unaware of the situation since he had headphones on.

“he went behind my back and had a dna test done, without asking me first!” jaehyun argued back, angry eyes not leaving the apologetic ones of doyoung.

“if it makes you feel better, she’s yours.” doyoung said, guilt apparent in his face even if he was trying to maintain his stance that he had done nothing wrong.

“i knew that already!” jaehyun actually yelled that time, and he went to take a step forward – to do what he wasn’t sure but johnny’s palm held him firmly in place.

his phone choosing that moment to vibrate, pulling him away from the moment; he had an incoming call from you. he took a moment to shoot doyoung a seething glare, then took a calming breath before turning away to answer.

“hi,” he breathed, his anger slowly dissipating.

“hello,” you replied, but your voice was a bit strained and he picked up on it right away.

“everything okay?” he questioned instantly.

“yeah,” you said and he heard you pull away to speak to someone else before coming back to the phone. “my friend and coworker, jisoo? she was there that day with me, she got injured at work and i’m the only one able to take her to the hospital. will you…” another quick word to someone else. “i need you to be there to pick up yeoreum from school, please.”

jaehyun’s mind was racing thinking of his schedule for the day, he had practice for another few hours, and he told you as such.

“i know you’re busy, but this is something that comes with being a parent. you make adjustments.” you said, and your voice was panicked as you heard someone call for you, and he heard you address the doctor.

“please jae, she has a key on her backpack. you get to pick her up from school and be her dad. this is what you asked for… and what she has always wanted.”

“i’ll be there.” he answered, his mind made up before you even had started to speak. “what time does she get out for school?”

“5, thank you so much, jae. i really appreciate it.” and when someone called your name again you sounded rushed once more. “coming! bye jae, i’ll see you later.”

you hung up the phone, and even though jaehyun was still feeling angry towards doyoung, he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face at the opportunity you gave him.

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jaehyun was thankful that the lady at the front counter seemed to be too old to stay in tune with media as she didn’t even bat an eyelash when he gave his name to her and told her that he was there to pick up yeoreum. he refrained from saying the term ‘my daughter’ aloud but your rules couldn’t stop him from thinking it.

when the lady called over the system to tell the teacher that it was time for yeoreum to go home, jaehyun leaned casually against the wall while he waited.

he wasn’t thinking about how he had lied to get out of the last few hours of practice. he wasn’t thinking about the argument yet to be resolved with doyoung.

he wasn’t thinking about the other parents coming in and seeing him, recognizing him.

all he could think about how long the minutes seemed too stretch on for yeoreum to be released from her class… and he wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t also thinking about you. specifically, the last time he saw you, which was three days before.

you had invited him over on sunday night, stating that yeoreum had asked about him and if she could one day make cookies for mister jaehyun. you had told him it was so out of the blue for her to ask that and when you had questioned her on it, her simple response was ‘if cookies makes santa come, maybe it will work for mister jaehyun too’.

you didn’t have the heart to tell her no, which led to the phone call. jaehyun was there in twenty minutes, knocking on the door to which you answered with flour splattered across your face, with a giggling four-year-old right behind you sporting flour in her hair. jaehyun’s grin was painful for his cheeks as he took in the scene, and he couldn’t help but laugh with you both before even saying hello.

“are you supposed to be wearing the ingredients?” jaehyun asked as he stepped inside your house, following you both as you made your way into the kitchen.

“mommy started it!” and you feigned a gasp, a floured hand on your chest.

“i did not!” and she giggled once more, waving her tiny hands for jaehyun to bend down so she could whisper in his ear. jaehyun’s dimples were deep as he listened to her and your thoughts straying to how handsome he was running through your mind before you even registered. jaehyun turned his head to nod excitedly with yeoreum and you narrowed your eyes at them both.

“you better have told him how you threw first,” you warned playfully.

“oh she did,” jaehyun agreed, moving slightly to the left and it didn’t click that he was suspiciously close to the bag of flour. “she also said we should be on a team.”

“wha – oh don’t you dare!” but it was too late, as jaehyun had already pinched some flour and flicked it at you, and as you stood there with a shocked look on your face and flour now decorating your hair, jaehyun and yeoreum shared a giggly high five. you crossed your arms childishly and stomped your foot, turning away from them both dramatically, taking a page directly out of your daughter’s book.

“oh no, ‘reum… we’ve made your mommy upset.” jaehyun theatrically whispered and you had to bite back a laugh.

“i know what will cheer her up!” yeoreum whispered back, and they were both suspiciously silent and then you heard feet shuffling behind you; yeoreum popping up in front of you suddenly, and then there were not one, but two sets of arms wrapping around you in a tight squeeze, yeoreum’s head resting on your stomach and you froze at the feeling of jaehyun’s cheek resting on top of your head.

you felt the heat rise up your neck and the butterflies were back; you couldn’t tell if this was part of the joke or if he meant the hug the way it felt to you but you quickly pushed that train of thought to the side, giving yourself two more seconds in the embrace of them both before you broke the moment by clearing your throat.

“so, did we still want to make mister jaehyun cookies?” yeoreum blinked up at you cutely and nodded her head, you ran your hand through her hair gently, still very aware of jaehyun at your back and you tried to ignore it but failed.

jaehyun noticed it took only five minutes of trying to cook for yeoreum to get bored and ask if she can go color instead, so it left only you and him in the kitchen, and the first few minutes were spent trying to fill the awkward silence with comments and small laughter.

you had just started to mix up the ingredients when you heard him move, his feet shuffling just a bit.

jaehyun leaned a little closer into your space, feeling his body heat on your back; his hand braced against the counter to the left of your hip and you weren’t sure if your heart raced or slowed, but all you knew was that you were hyper aware of his presence as you were minutes before when he had hugged you.

“do you need help with that?” he asked lowly, his voice near your ear and you could almost feel his breath on your cheek. you turned your head and he was as close to you as you had thought he was, and it made you take a slight step away. you knew he could see the rising blush on your cheeks and a smirk made its way to his lips.

“no, i got it,” you said, but then realized that his close proximity allowed you to get a little revenge. “i am capable, thank you very much.” it was your turn to flick flour at his face, and he only blinked at you in shock, his expression comical and you wished you could take a picture of it.

a small gasp at the entrance of the kitchen made you jump away from each other as if you had been caught doing something wrong, and you both had quickly fumbled with an excuse, neither of which had made any sense but you had seemingly gotten away with it.

the memory brought a smile to his face and that look was the first thing yeoreum saw as she walked through the door to see him waiting for her.

“mister jaehyun!” she exclaimed, running up to him and hugging him around his legs and god, he loved this little girl. when she let go, he bent down and went in for a proper hug, picking her up in the process and they left the building.

yeoreum spoke to him animatedly, telling him about her favorite part of her day and then she asked him about his favorite part, his answer being an immediate, “getting to see you, of course.” which only made her beam at him in a childlike sense of pride.

“what about mommy?” she asked innocently, and he blinked.

“well, of course you and her both are my favorite part.” yeoreum’s loud giggle made him smile but she shook her head.

“no, i mean where’s mommy?” and it dawned on him that he had told on himself to a very observant child.

“oh, she had to take her friend to the doctor. she isn’t your teacher, too?” jaehyun asked, playing it off in a way he thought was smooth enough. the question sparking another conversation about how she gets to change classrooms like she’s in real school but not a whole lot just sometimes and it’s definitely really fun, and jaehyun could only nod as she chattered away, finally arriving at the front gate to your home and yeoreum wiggled her way out of his arms so she could get her key.

“i wanna do it, mommy lets me!” and jaehyun nodded as he let her lead the way, really just letting himself enjoy being a parent solo, and after hours of dinner, bath, and then bed, he realized it was fairly exhausting and he told himself to remind you when you got home how impressive he thought you were.

jaehyun sat on the edge of her bed, she had requested him to tuck her in and he had but then she had started crying and he was on the verge of panicking.

“’reum, what’s the matter baby?” he said, taking a tip he got from you and running his hand through her hair to try and soothe her, she wasn’t hysterical but she clutched the plushie that he had gotten her tightly, big tears rolling down her cheeks as her bottom lip quivered.

“mommy always sings me a song and kisses me goodnight every night… when is she coming home?” she sniffed, and jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. the last text update he had gotten was an hour ago when you had said that jisoo was going back for x-rays and that it shouldn’t be too much longer.

“she’ll be here soon but i can do that, too.” he offered her gently and her eyes looked a little less sad at his offer. “what song does she sing?”

“i don’t know the name,” her lip wobbled again and fresh tears sprung in her eyes.

“that’s okay,” he assured her soothingly, “can you hum it for me?”

yeoreum sniffed twice before humming the tune of a song jaehyun knew well, and it made a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth. as she hummed, he did the same right along with her until he started to sing softly to her, his hand continuing the motions from before, gently moving through her hair.

“so whenever you ask me again, how i feel… please remember…” and yeoreum wasn’t humming anymore, her small voice drifting away as she watched jaehyun, completely entranced by his voice, her young mind in awe at how he knew the song her mommy would sing to her.

“my answer if you,” jaehyun continued to sing, his finger tapping on her nose gently which finally earned him a small laugh. a sound he missed, and while he was glad to be present for even the times she was upset, he preferred her happy and smiling.

yeoreum didn’t say anything for a long second, and then in a small and unsure voice asked, “mister jaehyun?”

“yes, miss yeoreum?”

“if… if my daddy doesn’t ever come back from his business trips, if he’s still too busy for me…” jaehyun’s heart broke at the mention of that, his smile slowly disappearing from his face. “do you think you could be my daddy instead?”

“oh yeoreum…” he started and he saw a bit of panic welling up in her eyes, and she scrambled to sit up.

“i’m really good, i promise! mommy says so and santa does too, i get presents every year.” she pleaded, her eyebrows so furrowed they were nearly touching, and jaehyun’s eyes softened.

“yeoreum, sweetheart. i am y-.”

“”’reum, i’m home.” jaehyun nearly jumped at the sound of your voice, his head whipping around to find you staring at him in the doorway. he couldn’t quite place the emotion there; it wasn’t necessarily anger but you didn’t seem happy in the slightest.

“mommy!” yeoreum called, her tears forgotten at the sight of you in her room. you walked over to kneel at the edge of her bed, motioning for her to lay down again and pulling the blankets up to her chin.

“did you have fun with mister jaehyun?” you asked her, brushing her hair back away from her face. you heard everything said, and the feeling that you were letting her down sat heavy on your chest.

“i did, we had lots of fun,” she replied, finally letting out a long overdue yawn – the worry of you not being home the main thing that kept her awake.

“tell him goodnight, okay?”

“goodnight, mister jaehyun.” she murmured sleepily and you stood up then, motioning for jaehyun to follow you as you closed her door behind you. you moved away from the door, heading into the kitchen and jaehyun couldn’t help the feeling that he was in trouble somehow.

“i thought we had a deal,” you finally said, turning to face him as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

“what?” jaehyun was a little confused, he was trying to figure out where this conversation was going before it even started.

“the statute of limitations weren’t up yet, i still don’t want you to tell her you’re her father.” your voice was stiff, and you didn’t make eye contact with him as you spoke.

“i wasn’t going to…”

“i heard everything, jae. she already loves you so much, and if you decide to walk out it’s going to wreck her and i’ll be left to try and fix what you broke.”

jaehyun wasn’t sure why, but he felt the telltale sign of his anger rising. he felt it on the back of his neck, and the way his teeth ground together.

“i thought i made myself clear that i wasn’t going anywhere.” his voice wasn’t curt, but you still heard the tone.

“you did, but that’s when things are relatively easy. who’s to say-?” and he cut you off.

“say about what? what could anyone possibly say to make me leave?”

“me, when i say i think it’s best you kept your distance for a little while. you’ve made things complicated for me.” and to say jaehyun was shocked speechless would be an understatement.

“how?” was his only response, he was biting on the inside of his cheek to keep from getting really upset.

“we were fine,” you started, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “we were fine on our own, and then you waltzed in our lives and shook everything up and now i don’t know which way is up and which way is down. i think you’re confusing yeoreum… and me and… and i don’t know how to feel about any of this.”

“this was fate and you know it.” and your answering scoff only spurned him on. “i don’t believe in coincidences and neither did you last i checked. you moved here so she could learn about her heritage, and of the millions of people in korea you still manage to run into me, she still found me.”

“yes… well we had our life just fine on our own – just me and yeoreum. what right-.”

“i’m her father!” his voice raised just enough to make you finally look at him, to see the hurt in his eyes as he spoke. “that’s what right. you’ve given me this… this incredible gift, something i didn’t even know i needed until a month ago and i refuse to let you take it away from me. i thought you and i were getting closer, but if you want to continue to hate me that’s fine, but i want to be in my daughter’s life and you can’t keep me from doing that.”

his eyes were glassy, as if he was keeping himself from crying over the situation as a whole and his breathing was heavy. you broke the eye contact you held with him, instead focusing on the rise and fall of his chest.

his response was answer enough for you.

answer for this entire thing you had been fighting off for the past month while you got to know each other again, while you got to spend time together as a family. you saw yeoreum smiling and laughing, jaehyun usually the cause of it. their dimples coming out in the exact same manner, and it was like within the month you felt your heart warm up in a way it hadn’t in years at the idea of it, the idea of him.

you realized you were happier around him too, and although you really were trying to protect yeoreum, you realized in that moment that you were also trying to protect yourself.

and that wasn’t fair to yeoreum, jaehyun… or you.

“i don’t.” you said softly, finally giving him a response he found cryptic.

“what?”

“i don’t hate you.” you clarified for him and he inhaled deeply.

“then why are you acting as if i’m an asshole when i’ve done nothing but try and prove to you that i’m not… that i care about you both.” his hands were thrown out at his sides in exasperation, finally realizing that it wasn’t anger he was feeling but fear.

“because it won’t just be her heart you’ll break if you decide to leave.” you gnawed at your lip, unsure of how he was going to respond to this.

“what do you…” he asked and his voice was softer now, taking a small step towards you.

“you’ll be breaking mine, too.” you said, and you finally made eye contact with him again and he could see it there.

the fear.

of rejection, of being hurt, of being left alone after becoming so quickly used to having another person be there with you. he understood then.

he closed the gap in a few steps, and he stood in front of you, his hands hesitating before he allowed them to rest on your arms.

“i know… i know this hasn’t been easy for you. that you’ve had terrible things said to you because i wasn’t there, and i can’t guarantee that when people find out, more things won’t be said. but the difference is that i’m here now. i’m here and i’m not going anywhere, and…” he trailed off for a moment, eyes searching yours before he finally continued. “i know there were no expectations five years ago, but i have them now. i know you feel this too, i know you do. and if i have to convince you every day that i’m not going anywhere, then i will.”

you didn’t realize you had started to cry until your tears started to burn your eyes and you wiped them away with a watery laugh.

“oh come on, i can’t have both my girls crying in one night.” and jaehyun swore his heart stopped when you looked up at him like that.

“then don’t say sweet things to make me cry.” you said, tone a little pouty.

“well if that’s what it takes,” jaehyun shrugged easily.

“yeah but,” your sentence was then interrupted by jaehyun’s phone vibrating incessantly in his pocket. he dug it out, ready to ignore the phone call but the name that popped up made him hit accept instead. you didn’t hear any of the other side of the conversation, only jaehyun’s.

“oh, really?” followed by a, “yes, that’s true.” and then, “not to be disrespectful, but i don’t care.” his eyes then jumping back to yours when he said, “then we’ll figure it out, this is more important to me.” before saying, “okay, i’ll see you tomorrow.” and finally hung up.

“what was that about?” you asked tilting your head to the side, your curiosity getting the better of you.

“that… was everyone finding out.” he said easily and your eyebrows shot up over widened eyes, “and as you heard me say – i don’t care. we’ll figure it out one way or another, all i know is that you, yeoreum… this family is far more impor – mmph!” and you didn’t give him the chance to finish his sentence because you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him.

the action familiar to you, recalling the way jaehyun had done the same all those years ago. jaehyun wasn’t one to miss an opportunity and so he kissed you back, his arms wrapping around you tightly and pulling you closer to him. the moment was one he had been wanting for weeks now, ever since he sat with you at the table and you showed him all the pictures.

and he didn’t waste a second, kissing you until you were both breathless and you finally pulled away.

“i’m sorry, i just…” you trailed off, finally seeing that happiness in his eyes again.

“don’t be, because i’m about to do it again.” he said with a smirk before closing the distance once more, this kiss much sweeter than the first. his palm flat against the small of your back, his other hand resting on your hip and everything about that moment with him felt right.

his lips, his warmth, his smile that you felt against your lips that fully interrupted the kiss.

“what is it?” you huffed playfully, and his smile turned into a small laugh.

“i just remembered something.” he said, his dimples appearing then.

“and that is…?”

“try again, huh?” he joked before planting a quick kiss to your lips, muffling your groan.

“it was the only thing that would stop her from crying as a baby.” you defended weakly.

“that’s my girl.” he said, nothing but pride in his voice, and you smacked him gently on the chest.

“our girl.” you corrected him easily, and the smile that lit up his face was breathtaking.

“our girl.”

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[b side: epilogue]

a year or so later…

a family outing is what jaehyun had called it when he woke up one morning asking if you wanted to go to the gardens that had a christmas lights display and you didn’t even get the chance to decide because yeoreum overheard as she stood at your doorway and was immediately excited.

“that settles that then,” you teased.

“as if you ever had a choice,” he said to you with a wink, calling a good morning to the sleepy girl who jumped into bed and cuddled with you both.

your little family had a lazy day in bed before you all finally rolled out of it to get ready for the lights, making sure that yeoreum – who was adamant that she didn’t need help picking out clothes anymore – bundled herself up in her puffy jacket, you pocketing her gloves that she had forgotten. jaehyun purposefully matched jackets with her, and you sighed knowing you had to do the same.

“we look like a little marshmallow family,” you commented as you walked through the gardens, the lights reflecting off of your face.

“yes but a cute one,” jaehyun retorted, teasing being his way of flirting and something you noticed never slacked off even after you had officially started dating him.

you hadn’t realized you had walked ahead of them and then you noticed neither of them were right behind you, you turned around to see jaehyun smiling brightly as he kneeled to whisper suspiciously to yeoreum, something that had been their thing ever since the beginning.

“really?!” yeoreum gasped aloud, eyes pleading with him to not be joking. you narrowed your eyes at them, desperately hoping jaehyun wasn’t telling her they would get the hamster she had been begging for. when jaehyun nodded in answer to her question, her entire body radiated with excitement and then his eyes pointedly looked from her to you a few times and yeoreum giggled.

she turned on her heel and skipped over to you, motioning for you to bend down so she could whisper in your ear – letting you in on the secret. as she whispered, your eyes widened slightly, and they softened as they easily found his.

you could feel yours slowly starting to tear up and you held them at bay for as long as you could. instead of saying anything aloud, you kept with the spirit of their game, their thing they shared, you whispered to yeoreum. you figured she’d skip back over to jaehyun to give him your response but instead she jumped up and down, turning to face jaehyun.

“she said yes!” she exclaimed loudly with her hands cupping around her mouth, squealing with enthusiasm. looking at jaehyun’s soft smile, eyes full of love for you and for the little girl you shared, the answer was obvious.

as if you could have possibly said no.

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demigod trials: our starlit bond - love you from tartarus | 3.5

synopsis: mark lee, the clumsy t.a for forging foundations: introduction to the forge, takes you on a magical pegasus ride, and you fall in love.

word count: 3k

pairing: son of hephaestus!mark x daughter of aphrodite!reader

genre: camp half blood au, percy jackson au, demigod au, friends to lovers, mark is so cute and clumsyyy

warnings: SO WHOLESOMEE, mentions of death, mentions of mark going into tartarus- this is just love, angst bc he's going to be leaving. this is definitely a whole new oc

author's note: THIS IS A WHOLE NEW OC. this is still canon to the original series, but i wanted to give a closer perspective of mark and the other characters. YES THIS IS THE SAME MARK who is the little brother of oc from the previous chapters. the next chapter will be a sonofposeidon!taehyung fic. also this was supposed to be a drabble but its kinda long

demigod trials masterlist

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

At the age of 14, you discovered a life-altering truth: your mother did not pass away during childbirth, as you had been led to believe. Instead, you learned that she is none other than the Greek goddess Aphrodite.

For the average Camp Half-Blood attendee, 14 years old is fairly late to learn about one’s Greek origins.

The gods promised that they would reveal themselves to their demigod children by age 13, but you guess your mom didn’t get the memo.

Joining Camp Half-Blood the summer after your freshman year in high school came along with significant drawbacks.

You weren’t good at combat, weren’t good at strategy, and you certainly weren’t favored by the other campers.

In fact, you were disliked so much that your own siblings actively avoided you, scooting towards the far end of the Aphrodite table whenever you sat down with your magical lunch platter.

During the first two months at Camp Half-Blood, a melancholic reality enveloped you. You sought refuge by sticking your nose in a book and studying your hours away. You wouldn’t even consider yourself to be a good student, but it became a way to make amends for sucking at everything else.

You remember meeting Mark Lee during the first day of your third month at Camp Half-Blood.

It was your first day of Forging Foundations: Intro to the Forge. To your surprise, a cyclops marched into the classroom, accidentally knocking over tables and side swiping papers off the teacher’s desk.

In Greek mythology, Cyclopes are one-eyed giants, often associated with strength and craftsmanship. They are known for their forging skills and are credited with creating powerful items for gods and heroes.

Though your teacher Argos was barely proficient in the English language, he certainly knew what he was talking about.

“Um- h-hello c-class! Welcome to Forging class! You introductory class, correct?” Argos asks, his voice deep and gruff- but it was obvious enough that Argos was a gentle giant.

None of the other Aphrodite kids even graced Argos with a response, filing their nails or checking their reflections in a mirror.

You cleared your throat. “Yes sir,” you responded, offering Argos a warm smile. His large mouth grinned, displaying his yellow and crooked teeth and his single eye softened at you, beaming that somebody actually responded to him.

“Good!” Argos responded, straightening a stack of papers on the desk. Unfortunately, the teacher’s desk snapped in half, causing Argos to blush and his single eye to dart around the room nervously.

“So, your daddy is Hermes?” Argos asked, to which some of your siblings actually sneered.

One of your sisters scoffed. “Our mother is Aphrodite. Maybe you should get your eyes- err- or eye checked out,” to which some of your other siblings burst into cackles.

Gods, you remember feeling so horrible for poor Argos, who immediately apologized clumsily, tears welling up in his single eye.

On cue, a boy burst into the classroom, panting heavily with his hands tightly secure around his backpack straps. He was wearing jeans, converse, and a Camp Half-Blood T shirt over a white long sleeved tee. His black fringe fell into his eyes and he flicked his head back to clear his vision.

"Sorry I was late!" he panted, resting his hands on his knees. "I was in the forge and got so caught up with something I didn't even realize I was late!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening slightly when he saw poor Argos tearing up.

"Hey big guy, something wrong?" he asked gently, brows furrowing in concern.

Argos, despite being twice as big as the boy, crushed him in a hug, and the boy's face turned red from how hard he was being squeezed.

By the gods' grace, he found it in him to pat Argos on the back while reassuring him that everything would be okay.

Argos stopped crushing the boy and redirected his attention to the class, to which the boy almost theatrically inhaled to catch his breath after almost being crushed to death.

"This is Mark!" Argos announced. "He is teacher's helper!"

Mark nodded and greeted the class. "That's right. I am the official TA, or teacher's assistant, for this class. If you don’t know me, I’m the head counselor at the Hephaestus cabin. It’s nice to meet you all." He smiled at the entire class, but for some reason, you felt shy when his eyes momentarily lingered on you, and you looked away.

"Mark gonna help me!" Argos grinned. "Argos is so happy Mark here!"

Mark smiled. “That means a lot big guy. I’ll be there whenever you need me, alright?”

He then addressed the class. “So let’s get started with Lesson 1: Fundamental Tools of Blacksmithing. If everybody could come up to the class to pick up their notes, that would be great.”

Needless to say, the Aphrodite cabin did not give a single shit that Mark was leading the class, even though he was a slightly better teacher than Argos. Nobody said anything, their eyes still focused on their nails or mirrors.

Mark fished for something from his backpack: a hammer. He held it up, motioning with his hammer and occasionally pointing it at the class.“You guys might be Aphrodite kids, but I promise blacksmithing is super easy and fun. This class is going to be a blast.”

Your siblings clearly didn't agree, but you figured that you needed to show some sort of enthusiasm. So, whenever Mark met your eyes, you nodded like you were super engaged.

Gods, you thought Mark was the cutest boy you had ever seen. So cutely clumsy, and you couldn't help but giggle at his little mistakes.

“Oh shit, I’m still holding this,” he mumbled, making you giggle. His eyes met yours, and he crimsoned before he cleared his throat.

“"So," he began, "does anyone know what this is?" he asked, motioning towards the hammer.

Crickets.

You raised your hand. "Umm... is it a hammer?" you sheepishly responded, to which Mark beamed and nodded his head.

"That's right," he encouraged, his eyes scanning over your name tag. "Y/N," he finished, flashing you a grin.

“This is your trusty companion, the hammer. Grip it firmly, but not too tight. Precision is key in our craft. Watch closely as I shape this piece of celestial bronze. Every strike has purpose, every movement deliberate.”

Argos passed out hammers to the class, nearly knocking kids over to their displeasure.

That day, you learned all the basic safety rules and how to strike armor against an anvil to shape metal.

For the entire class, you were the only one who engaged, and it almost felt like you and Mark were one-on-one. You didn't have a problem with that.

After class, Mark approached you, sheepishly rubbing the nape of his neck. “Hey, thanks for responding and whatnot,” he expressed, “The Aphrodite kids don’t seem to like this class that much.”

“Yes, thank you! You are sweet and pretty girl. Very nice. Happy to have you!” Argos added.

You shyly smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I actually find forging to be very interesting. I’m not good at combat or anything so I kinda do better in the forge.”

Mark nodded, “I can see that. You do seem pretty knowledgable- at least about the tools and stuff.”

“For knowing what a hammer is?” you giggled, making Mark’s ears turned red as he stuttered out a response.

“W-well yea. At least you answered. Maybe the others didn’t say anything because they didn’t know what a hammer was,” he reasoned.

Argos nodded in concurrence. “That could be the case.”

With Dumb and Dumber in front of you, you laughed, to which Mark reddens.

“Wh-what’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you smiled, shaking your head.

Forging Foundations: Intro to the Forge marked the inception of yours and Mark's love story.

Looking back, you realize that you had definitely fallen for him the moment he clumsily burst through the classroom doors.

On the last day of class, Mark and Argos congratulated you for being the only student to get an A in the class, and Argos offered to treat you to a meal in the mortal world.

Funnily enough, Argos forgot about your plans, leaving you and Mark to awkwardly greet each other by the barriers of the camp.

Mark was adorned with a light blue button-up, slacks, and dress shoes. He had a celestial bronze watch on his wrist, occasionally checking the time and looking out for Argos's arrival.

You approached him from behind, gingerly tapping him on the shoulder. When he turned around, he appeared to be completely awestruck.

That night, you decided to wear a long satin red dress that hugged your body in all the right places. You did your makeup and actually got one of your siblings to do your hair.

Your hair was curled in voluminous curls, and you pursed your lips once more to ensure that your red lipstick was still evenly applied.

Mark couldn't seem to control his reaction because his jaw physically dropped.

“Do I look bad?”

Mark’s eyes widened. “No- not at all. Y-you’re gorgeous Y/N, truly.”

You softened, instantly enveloping him in a hug—one that he reciprocated by holding you tightly, seemingly never wanting to let you go.

After a few more minutes of waiting, Mark deadpanned “I don’t think the big guy is gonna show up.”

“I don’t think so either. So what should we do? We both got ready for dinner,” you pout.

Mark bit his lip, gathering his thoughts before a lightbulb appeared over his head.

“Wanna go for a pegasus ride?”

Your lips parted. “Wait, are we allowed to? Chiron said no more pegasus rides after Jaemin crashed into the Big House.”

A smile graced his lips, and he shook his head in at the antics of his friends. “Yea, but it’s whatever. I’m an experienced rider. You won’t crash if you’re with me.”

With that, he offered his hand and you both ran off to the Pegasus stables .

The sun had set below the horizon, staining the sky with hues of orange, red, and pink. The sky was beautiful, and it was a perfect night.

Together, you and Mark made your way to the stables, where a few winged horses grazed under the fading daylight. Among them stood a magnificent Pegasus, its wings shimmering in the twilight.

The Pegasus, a sleek silver-winged beauty named Zephyr, had nuzzled against Mark affectionately. "This is Zephyr," Mark explained, his palms caressing Zephyr's gorgeous mane.

“He’s so… pretty,” you expressed in awe to which Zephyr neighed, snuggling his snout into your side.

Mark tilted his head, “I don’t speak horse but I think he says you’re prettier.”

“Oh shut up,” you mused, to which Mark laughs, “I’m serious Y/N-“

And you thought he was going to tell you how beautiful you are, but instead he said “I really think Zephyr said that.”

You couldn’t help but smile, swatting at his bicep. Mark held your hand as you mounted Zephyr before he slid behind you, holding the reins from behind you as Zephyr took off.

As you ascended into the evening sky, the world below transformed into a patchwork of twinkling lights. The camp, nestled between hills and forests, appeared even more enchanting from above. You and Mark marveled at the serene lake, the training grounds, and the cabins bathed in moonlight.

Zephyr soared higher, catching the cool breeze that whispered through the treetops. Laughter merged with the wind's gentle melody as you and Mark ventured beyond the camp's borders, exploring the surrounding landscapes.

You were sure that your perfectly curled hair was ruined from the wind violently thrashing it, but you didn't care.

Mark used the reins to direct Zephyr to ascend before rapidly descending, and you couldn't help but scream and laugh because you felt like you were on a roller coaster.

Mark scooted closer, pressing his chest directly against your back as he secured the reins. "Ready for this?" he yelled over the winds before Zephyr did an actual loop in the sky.

You screamed before bursting into laughter. "Mark!"

His laughter echoed as clear as ever.

The moon reached its zenith, casting a soft, silvery glow on Zephyr. You and Mark exchanged exhilarated glances, sharing stories, dreams, and laughter against the backdrop of the starlit sky.

Mark finally decided to stop treating Zephyr like a rollercoaster, and you both tread peacefully amongst the stars.

As you soared through the night sky, Mark shared the story of a defining moment from his childhood, recounting how he acquired a scar on his cheek. It happened during a time when he was still learning the basics of blacksmithing, and he cut himself with the back of a hammer when he swung it too closely to his face.

He also tells you stories about his older sister. She had embarked on a perilous journey into Tartarus, the treacherous abyss, and actually survived. Tragically, she sacrificed herself by immolating both herself and Gaia, an evil primordial goddess, to death.

In return, you shared how you had struggled to assimilate into Camp Half-Blood. A soft, almost bitter smile graced your lips as you recounted, "My siblings— they kinda avoided me, so I gave up on talking to them," you responded.

You delved into the emotional weight of feeling isolated, the subtle but hurtful distance from your siblings

You couldn't see Mark's face, but you could imagine he was sporting his usual look of concern and worry.

He paused, collecting his thoughts before he responded. "Do you think—could it be like—that they were jealous of your beauty?"

At his ridiculous comment, you actually burst into laughter, and Mark thought that the sweet sounds of your laughter were prettier than the stars and the moon.

"I wish," you giggled, "I wish I had those main character vibes, but it’s just because they don’t like me. And that’s fine."

Mark softened, "That’s alright, Y/N. You have me and Argos. We’re your friends."

You smiled before a thought dawned on you, "But what if I didn't want you to be a friend?"

“Are you mad that Argos forgot about our dinner reservations?”

“No!” you expressed, “Gods no. Mark, I like you more than a friend. I want to be more than friends.”

As Zephyr began its descent, gently landing on the ground, you wished you could see Mark's face. Perhaps it was a good thing you couldn't, as the lack of visual cues allowed you to summon the courage to confess your feelings.

Mark dismounted from the Pegasus, and in a moment that felt like the culmination of shared laughter, stories, and dreams beneath the starlit sky, he kissed you.

With that kiss, the uncharted territory of romance unfolded, and that night, Mark officially became your boyfriend. The stars above bore witness to the inception of a new chapter, marked by the shared warmth and affection that had blossomed amidst the celestial tapestry.

You and Mark are a happy couple. You keep things to yourselves- really the only person who even knows about your relationship is Argos.

In a humorous turn of events, Argos unexpectedly walked in on you and Mark sharing a kiss by the Pegasus stables. The moonlit rendezvous had created an intimate atmosphere, and the two of you were lost in the moment. However, the serenity was abruptly interrupted as Argos stumbled upon the scene.

Profusely apologizing for the intrusion and seemingly flustered, Argos apologized for forgetting dinner reservations. However, his words were cut short as he gasped, realizing the nature of the situation.

“You- you and Mark are … dating?”

There's no room for conflicts; if something bothers either of you, a simple conversation resolves it.

That is, until he tells you that he’s willingly going to sacrifice himself to Tartatrus.

You both are in the 18+ Hephaestus cabin resting on his king sized bed, and you almost think he’s joking until you really get a good look at his face.

“So you’re serious,” you deadpan.

He nods, “I am. I can’t let my older sister be sacrificed to a dangerous primordial God,” he reasons.

You bitterly nod, not being able to contest that. Mark’s older sister is one of the most well known demigods within Camp Half-Blood. She actually died and came back to life with the Physician's Cure- so you completely understand that Mark doesn’t want to endanger her life again.

“Okay, then I’m coming with you,” you bluntly respond, arms crossing as you glare daggers into Mark

“No.”

This is likely the first time where Mark has ever refused you, and you feel on the verge of tears.

"Mark, you run the risk of dying. What if—what if I never see you again?" you ask breathlessly, your voice carrying a hint of worry and vulnerability. In response, his expression softens.

He approaches you, his movements gentle, and pulls you into a comforting hug. "I don't know, Y/N. I might face that risk, but if I do—then it's for a good cause."

Tears begin streaming down your face and onto Mark’s sweater. As they fall onto Mark's sweater, you voice the overwhelming fear that has taken root in your heart. "Mark, you can't. I can't live without you. I need you here."

He sighs, holding you more tightly. “I’m prepared. Baby- I’m strong. Nothing’s going to happen to me-”

“You have to promise me Mark. You have to promise me that nothing is going to happen,” you sob.

Holding you more tightly, he attempts to provide solace amidst the uncertainty. "I'm prepared. I've done all I can to ensure survival, but I can't make any promises."

You hold him as you cry into his neck. Gods, you’re going to miss Mark so much. The thought of being without him is nearly unfathomable and a tremor runs through your body.

An alarm goes off on his celestial bronze watch.

Mark sighs, a look of urgency enveloping his features, “Babe, I have to go now- but meet me tonight by the portal to Camp Jupiter.” He hurriedly pulls away, gathering his belongings into a backpack.

He pulls you in for one last kiss before escaping through the stairs and out of the cabin.

You follow Mark's instructions diligently, patiently waiting by the portal to Camp Jupiter. As your eyes scan the familiar faces, you spot Mark's older sister and her friends approaching. Recognizing Taehyung, Namjoon, Rose, Jungkook, and Mark's sister among the group, you brace yourself for their arrival.

Mark's older sister beams at you as she recognizes you, immediately pulling you into an unexpected and warm hug. The surprise is evident on your face, realizing that Mark had shared the news of your relationship with his sister. While you hadn't anticipated this revelation, you don't harbor any objections.

"Hello?" you manage to greet.

"Y/N," she responds with a smile, "It's me—Rose. Can you turn off the mist for a second?" With a snap of Rose's fingers, the appearance of Mark's sister morphs into none other than your boyfriend.

A breath catches in your throat, and you're left breathless as Mark shakes his head, enveloping you in a reassuring hug. "It'll be alright. My sister's safe, and you're safe too. Everything will be okay," he whispers into your hair.

Taking a moment to process the unexpected revelation, you sigh and pull back. It dawns on you that this might be the perfect time to make your relationship public. You lean in and kiss Mark passionately and ardently,

“You got this, sweet boy. I believe in you,” you express pulling back from Mark who appears dazed and starstruck.

He reddens, knowing that the other demigods are staring right at you and him, but you don’t care. You press another chaste kiss to his lips.

Collecting himself, Mark takes a moment to share crucial information. "Y/N, look. My sister and I manufactured these rings that'll keep you updated with everything that's happening to Jungwon and me. Just go to Bunker 9, and you'll get live updates of everything that's happening," he explains, holding up his finger to showcase the ring.

As he holds the ring for you to see, you can't help but marvel at the intricate craftsmanship. The significance of the piece becomes apparent — a tangible connection to Mark, a lifeline to stay informed about the events unfolding in their Tartarus.

You hear a voice from behind, “Does your sister know that you told your girlfriend about Bunker 9?”

Mark ignores it and hugs you one last time.

“I love you, sweet girl. You’ll be with me the entire time.” He lifts up the locket you gifted him for your first-year anniversary, a delicate piece adorned with your image within its bearings.

And with that, Mark transforms back into the image of his older sister and walks into the portal to Camp Jupiter.

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bigbangclappin · 2 years

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Baby Daddy Gangster 2

Summary: Ding Dong! Your baby daddy is back and wants in your life and your daughter’s. And with that smile you might as well shove the door wide open.

Paring: Nakamoto YutaXReader(1st Person POV!)

Warnings: Cursing! Baby Daddy themes, mentions of smut, toxic relationships, Mafia/Yakuza themes (It’s not glamorous in real life folks!)

Word Count: 2,382

A/N: GUYS IT'S FINALLY HERE! PART TWO! I hope it's enjoyable! I loved writing it! Let me know if we want a part three!

Tag List: @iveivory @champagne-n-yachts @dilfjohhny @junglewoos

Part one

Unknown number: Is Yuki wearing a 3T or a 4T?

You: Who is this?

Unknown number: Really baby?

I shook my head in exasperation, throwing my phone into my back pocket. The man was relentless to say the least, he did earn that title fair and square.

What could I have possibly been thinking back then?

Clearly sexual gratification was worth more to me than my hypothetical child’s future, because now here I am. Stuck with a gangster for a baby daddy who didn’t understand the phrase get lost.

I shrugged my shoulders, well there was nothing I could do to change who Yuki’s dad is now. I just had to live with the consequences of my actions.

Which wasn't all that bad considering my daughter was healthy and happy, I grinned as she played with her dolls on the floor. She did resemble her father, with her pretty smile and expressive eyes, she received all the best qualities of Yuta it seemed.

“Mommy?” Her sweet little voice asked from where she sat on the floor.

“Hmm?”

“Guess what?”

I giggled because she loved to play guessing games ever since she could speak in almost full sentences. I never had the heart to discourage her playful chatter despite her daycare teacher’s warning about how it was becoming disruptive in class.

“What?” I replied casually, taking a sip from my drink.

“I met Daddy today.”

My entire mouthful of beverage was spewed across the room and on to my daughter who whines.

“Mommy ew!” She cried, wiping her little arms in disgust.

“Oh Yuki I’m so sorry sugar,” I snagged some paper towels from the kitchen and began cleaning her off.

“But what did you mean by you met Daddy?” I asked keeping my tone as even as possible. “You don’t have a Daddy, remember?”

She shook her head defiantly, her dark hair flying every which way, “I do have a Daddy mommy! And he’s pretty! And look he gived me a present!!”

My heart was racing as she flew to her small panda backpack. She rummaged through it for a moment before wobbling her way back to me with something in her tiny hand.

When the gold glinted in the light I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, he really went behind my back. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I shouldn’t have felt hurt either. Yuta was resourceful and clearly he used those resources to his advantage to find Yuki’s school.

The tiger bracelet in my daughter’s hand mocked me; after everything I had done to keep that God damned insignia out of her life he literally just dropped it in her hand like nothing.

Once a fucking bastard always a bastard.

It took all I had in me to not snatch the piece of gaudy jewelry out of Yuki’s hand and melt it in my fireplace. I took a very, long and deep breath in.

“Yuki, how did you get this?”

“I told you Mama,” She exasperated, “Daddy gived it to me”

“It’s gave love,” I corrected, “Where did he give it to you?”

She put her finger to her lips in thought, “Mr. Lee tooked us outside to play and dis really big car was dere. Den a big scary man got out, he was not nice Mommy, but den Daddy got out and yelled my name–”

“Yuki, that's dangerous, we've talked about not speaking to strangers!” I scolded her, literally stunned. My daughter was so trusting she basically ran into her father’s arms without question.

She recoiled at my tone and began playing with the little trinket on the bracelet out of nervousness, “But Daddy isn’t a stranger…”

I didn’t mean to scoff at my child but she had never met her father once, I know Yuki was sweet and that she was young but I couldn’t understand why she went against what I taught her for a man who is a complete stranger to her.

“Yuki,” I sighed, “You don’t have a daddy Sugar.”

Her cheeks turned red with a huff, “I do too!”

I put a hand to my forehead ready to end the man I had loved for most of my life. This is exactly why I wanted to keep him out of her life.

“Where was Mr. Lee?” I decided to change my questioning to keep her from getting any more upset.

“He came over after Daddy gived-gave me my present.”

“Did he say anything to…Daddy?” I literally had to swallow the bile rising in my throat.

It took Yuki a moment to respond before she said, “Mr. Lee picked me up and asked Daddy who he was.”

“Anything else?” I pushed knowing it was a little unfair to expect her to remember everything the men said or did but my three year old was my only witness.

“Ummmm yeah!” she said excitedly, “Daddy asked Mr. Lee why are you holding my daughter? And then Mr. Lee said dat I don’t have a daddy. But den Daddy showed Mr. Lee a piece of paper and Daddy told me that he would see me and mommy later and got in the big car again. ”

Oh Jesus Christ. He never changes. Over possessive asshole and what the hell did he show Yuki’s teacher? Such a jerk off move to use my kid as a way to exert some weirdo caveman claim on me.

This was a mess I did not agree to and it was stressing me out. I had no immediate fix to remedy Yuta throwing himself into Yuki’s life. I didn’t even have a clue on where to begin to unravel everything my baby daddy put into her head.

“Thanks baby,” I patted her head, “Go wash your hands, dinner is almost ready.”

“Okay mommy.” she scooted off as I made off for the kitchen.

I never quite made it there because there was a knock on the front door. I sighed I didn’t want to deal with any door-to-door missionaries or salesmen. I went to check the peephole and saw my worst nightmare standing there.

Looking more delicious than the last time I had seen him. Tight ass tshirt hugging his pecs and abs. His organization’s tattoos were covered by the jacket he wore all but the ones on his neck. That same damn tiger he gave to Yuki was peeking over his shirt collar like a damn slap to my face.

Against my better judgment I opened the door. I had a bone to pick with him about going behind my back.

“So you’re a stalker now?” I asked with a strong bite.

He flashed his panty dropping smile at me as he smashed the cigarette he was smoking out under his fancy loafers.

“Only for you baby,” he poked at me with that cheeky tone, “And of course our beautiful Yuki.”

I frowned in anger instantly, “You had no right to go to her school Yuta.”

He tsked, “Why not? Because you said so? Last time I checked I never signed over my parental rights.”

“Are you serious right now?” I gasped in shock, “You abandoned us not an hour after she took her first breath! You never came out of the shadows to do anything with her! As far as I am concerned you did sign off on any kind of rights or relationship.”

His cheeks flushed red which meant he was starting to lose his temper. A real shocker.

“You have no idea the threats I was facing at work, I abandoned our family so that you and our daughter wouldn’t get hurt or worse.”

“Why weren’t you honest with me then? I would’ve understood if it came down to her safety—”

“You’re full of it babe you gave me a hard time whenever I uttered a single word about the family. If I had told you the truth at the time you would’ve ran and I would have never been able to keep tabs on you and Yuki like I’ve been able to since she was born. At least this way I could be with you during your pregnancy and keep you both safe even if that meant I couldn’t be with you after you gave birth to her.”

My head was spinning and I felt like I was being gaslighted, “When I told you I was pregnant you told me to get an abortion.”

He let out a hum, “And when you slapped me across my face that was the end of it. I knew how serious you were about wanting her. I never said another word about it.”

“You’re literally insane…” I mumbled running an entirely confused hand through my hair.

“No doubt about that babe you knew that when we got together back in school. Now that we’ve cleared the air may I please come in and see our daughter? I brought gifts…and since you chose to be petty and ignore me about what size she is I also brought gift receipts.”

I finally noticed the large men standing off to the side with armfuls of gift bags, large, small, medium, mostly girly in prints and pinks. Oh my god he’s bribing my kid, he’s seriously bribing my daughter.

“Yuta do you realize how confusing this must be for her? Like you were nonexistent in her three years of life and just want to pop in with presents and pretend like you were always there? That’s not fair to her, just because you’re her biological father doesn't automatically mean you have a relationship with her. And while we’re on the subject, what the hell did you show to Mark?”

Yuta ticked his jaw to the side and licked his lips; he was angry for sure.

“Who the fuck is Mark?” He snapped at me some of his cool demeanor flying out the window.

Jealous. Again. Over someone who watches Yuki. Utterly ridiculous.

“Yuki’s teacher, remember?” I bit back, “You shoved something in his face, what was it?”

“Her fucking birth certificate,” he said with a clenched jaw, “So you’re on a first name basis with all of her teachers then?”

“Nakamoto Yuta,” I spat, “Enough with your petty jealousy it’s irritating and irrational and also unwarranted.”

“Apparently it isn’t if you’re on a first name basis with her teacher.”

I was 1000% over his childish attitude. This wasn’t the first time we argued over his tendency to get jealous.

“Have a lovely evening Yuta,” I started to close the door but one of the beefy men blocked me from slamming it in my baby daddy’s face.

Yuta snapped at the man in Japanese but looked back to me, “Let me in to see our daughter (Y/n).”

“I didn’t bow to you three years ago and I’m certainly not doing it now,” I growled at him, “You can’t snap your fingers and expect me to jump for you like a dog.”

He ran a hand through his dark shaggy hair in anger, “I expect you to let me have a relationship with our daughter.”

I folded my arms across my chest in means of frustration and protection, “What’s your endgame here Yuta?”

“There’s no endgame here (Y/n) but wanting a relationship with Yuki.”

“Why now though Yuta?” I questioned him with my head tilted.

He opened his mouth to answer when a small cry came from behind me. “Daddy!”

I blocked my daughter’s view by placing my legs in front of the small slot made by the door, “Look what you’ve done. How am I supposed to explain to her that you left when you inevitably leave again?”

The look on his face was a mixture of anger and hurt with his jaw clenched he said, “What I did to keep you and Yuki safe should not be what you hold against me (Y/n), I’ve done a lot of things to warrant your resentment but this is not one of them I promise. You chose me too, you know? It takes two people to have a baby.”

“It’s not my fault the condom broke Yuta…” I growled quietly and my eyes shifted toward my elderly neighbor who was out walking her Poodle. Apparently I wasn’t quiet enough since she gave us an affronted look on her way by.

“It’s your fault you weren’t taking the pill babe,” he said just as angry, “We can point fingers all we want but it’s a little late for the blame game don’t you think? All I want is to see our daughter. Regardless of our past, Yuki has the right to a father.”

My daughter began swatting my legs so she could get to Yuta, “Mommy I wanna see Daddy. Move please!”

I scoffed at how rude my daughter was, “Yuki, that's not how we ask to get by, telling someone to move is impolite.”

“Sorry Mommy but Daddy’s here!”

“Sugar I’ve already told you that you do not have a–”

“(Y/n) don’t you dare finish that sentence. You’re the one that’s going to confuse her. Come here my baby girl, I brought you something!”

My blood boiled as I watched my baby daddy pick my little girl up and kiss her cheek while letting her peek into one of the large gift bags. I couldn’t resist the little smile that poked through at her excited squeal, her happiness was contagious.

My stomach may have done a flip when I noticed the soft look on my ex’s face as he helped Yuki rifle through the clothes he had bought her. It was probably just wishful thinking on my part, but seeing him hold my child just felt natural.

I awkwardly made eye contact with another neighbor who lived across the way and even with the distance I could see the judgmental look on his face. I sighed, finally relenting to let the men in. I didn’t want anyone to report me to the landlord on suspicious activity.

I pushed the door aside and motioned to Yuta, “Come inside, people are staring.”

He gave me that gorgeous smile that got me pregnant in the first place, “Thanks baby.”

As I allowed his guards inside I knew I was going to live to regret my decision but what could one visit hurt?

A lot.

It could hurt a lot.

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jenosbliss · 3 months

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Hey for your requests opening Can you do enemies to lovers female reader x Vampire Yuta, + 11,13,17,19 with ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ angst then fluff & smut =)

pairing. siren!reader x vampire!yuta | genre. angst, fluff (a dash of it) | wc. 1.8k | warnings. mentions of blood, tying up with ropes, that's all i guess

summary. there was an ongoing battle for dominance over the forests of Eldoria between the vampires and werewolves, which resulted in you being kidnapped. Yuta came to save but what truth is he hiding from you?

a/n. hii anon! i'm really sorry i couldn't add smut to it :((

“You cannot manipulate me like this,” declared the man as he bound your legs with ropes, a glint of pride in his eyes. The rope cut into your skin, drawing blood, causing you to groan in pain, though the sound was muffled by the cloth in your mouth.

The power of a siren's voice was their strongest weapon, and your current inability to speak left you feeling utterly helpless. The man, unmistakably a werewolf with his thick hair and bright amber eyes, had captured you and gagged you securely to prevent any manipulation.

The ancient struggle for dominance over the forests of Eldoria between werewolves and vampires had raged for centuries, with sirens playing a crucial role in aiding the rulers. The werewolves, eager for power, were willing to go to any lengths, even resorting to kidnapping a siren.

“Touch her, and you're dead.” a voice filled with disdain warned. Yuta, the future leader of the vampires, emerged from the shadows of the forest, his pale skin and emotionless eyes a chilling sight.

“What? You think you can stop me? A mere vampire like you?” the werewolf taunted with a devilish grin. “Don't pretend, Yuta, you desire the same thing. Your leader craves it too!” he growled, baring his sharp fangs.

Terror gripped you at his words. Yuta had never been your protector; in the past, he had often been the cause of life-threatening scenarios you found yourself in. Your attempts to influence him through your voice had always been futile, adding to your frustration.

Your grandmother had once been an ally of the vampires, supporting them, until Yuta's father ascended to the leadership and ordered the eradication of sirens, deeming them a deadly threat to Eldoria's throne.

The sight of Yuta filled you with even greater dread for your safety.

“You are mistaken, my dear lupine companion. We have no intention of harming an innocent siren,” Yuta stated casually, approaching where you were bound. “Coming from a vampire, that doesn't sound convincing,” the werewolf sneered. “Especially considering your history of siren slayings,” he added, advancing towards Yuta. “since their charms don't work on you.”

““None of the matter right now. Our reputations and resistance to their charms,” Yuta smirked, gesturing towards the sky. “What matters is that your pack probably needs you now. It seems there may be trouble, there might be a little fire in their den.”

Sudden howls reverberated through the forest, causing the werewolf to snarl at Yuta. Through clenched teeth, he vowed, “You will pay for this.” Then, turning to you, he remarked, “He won't come to your rescue,sweetheart... but we shall cross paths again.” With that, he transformed into a wolf and vanished into the trees on all fours.

As he departed, Yuta swiftly made his way towards you, urgently releasing you from your restraints. "Are you alright?" He inquired, taking the cloth ball from your mouth. "Stay away from me!" You cried out, causing the trees nearby to sway vigorously as if caught in a storm, yet Yuta appeared unaffected by it.

"I can save you." He exhaled a small sigh as he moved closer to you. "Do not believe his words. I am here to protect you, Y/N."

You scoffed at his promise to protect you. "How could I trust you? When your father sought only to harm my people? Do you think I'm a fool?"

"No, I understand his actions were wrong and I can never erase the pain he caused you, but please, Y/N, I swear things have changed."

"Then how are things now? Huh? Are you pretending to be my savior, manipulating me into believing your facade?" You stepped back, widening the gap between you. "We need you... I- I need you," he admitted with a touch of resignation in his voice.

"What?" You halted, gazing at him with wounded eyes. "I love you. I know it may be hard to believe, but I do. You may see me as a threat, but trust me, I have always tried to save you in some way."

His words prompted you to recall those moments when you found yourself on the brink of death. Amidst the recent feud between the two factions, you always assumed he was out to end your life, but perhaps it was quite the opposite.

"I have endeavored to save you because I love you. I know I should not harbor these feelings for you, but I cannot resist! Please let me save you," he implored, drawing nearer and tenderly cupping your face in his hand.

"Do you trust me?" He murmured softly, peering into your eyes. For the first time, you detected a glimmer of something in his lifeless eyes... a glimmer of love and resolve. You desired to flee and shun him, to despise him, yet a voice within you responded, "Yes, I trust you, Yuta."

He grinned, pulling you in a warm embrace as he whispered, "I will fight anything and anyone for you... for us." He pulled back slightly and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Always believe in me, never let go of that trust.”

Hesitantly, you nodded, feeling a deep sense of truth and passion in his gaze. Leaning towards you, he pressed his lips to yours softly, his gentle touch caressing your cheek as he drew you closer with his other hand.

Bathed in the gentle moonlight, both of you shared a tender kiss beneath the towering trees. Embracing Yuta meant challenging the age-old regulations set by your forefathers - a siren was never to love a vampire. Their relationship was meant to be purely political, but his proximity and protective nature made you yearn to defy your own kind.

Yet, to Yuta, it was all a charade, a mask he wore to trap you in his desires to fulfill his father's mission - the eradication of sirens. He had no intention of harming you, only of weakening your community by turning you into a traitor, ultimately leading to their downfall.

He was not a savior, but a harbinger of destruction.

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imnotjaesblog · 7 months

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Part 10 Finale- The Frat Boy pt2

Starring: Johnny Suh & Park Jisung

Summary: When it all comes crashing down. Who can we really trust?

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F.m and M receiving), Fingering, Angst especially in the beginning, Y/n gets slapped, Fluff towards the end, Mentions of Prison and arranged marriage.

MINORS DO NOT READ +18

Words:18k

Can't believe it's the end.

Enjoy:)

"I thought I could trust you?" you cried.

He shrugged. "You should have paid more attention," he smirked signing his name on the contract. Taking everything from you.

Five days later

"Tell me the truth," your father said to Johnny who calmly sipped his tea. Johnny normally hated tea. He hated how it burned his tongue. As a kid his mother made him drink green tea when he was sick. To help calm his throat. Tea calmed him. He needed the tea when he spoke to your father.

He placed the glass in front of him. Onto the small white plate painted with lilies. Your father's tea is untouched and steaming across from him. Your father also hated tea. He always drank it to calm his throat, however, he always let it sit for too long and it drew cold quickly. He despised the bitter taste.

Johnny shook his head with a smile. "You've seen the video," he said.

Your father remained unamused causing Johnny to sigh. He placed one of his legs over the other causing a deeper crease into the leather couch. "I won't deny the facts. The video is clear, but I don't think we believe the same thing," he said. Your father raised a brow biting the small of the inside of his lip. "How so?" he asked.

"Y/n came onto me. She wanted to sleep with me. She also once upon a time said she wanted to be recorded. I was just fulfilling a fantasy her boyfriend couldn't," he said nonchalantly. Your father shifted uncomfortable but still not convinced.

"You're lying," he said. Johnny his shook head quickly swaying his finger.

"No sir. Don't forget who your daughter is," he said with a small smirk. "Remember before Jaehyun she had a certain habit of bouncing from man to man. Even a few of my friends have had a piece of her," he said. Your father gritted his teeth, fingertips gripping so hard into the leather touch that his nails ripped it. Johnny whined at the sight.

"I just bought that couch," he said annoyed under his breath. Your father stood up lunging forward grabbing hold of Johnny's collar inches away from his face. His nostrils flared, steam escaping through his ears.

"Tell me why I should rip you apart limb from limb right now?" he said in the form of a question in his fit of rage. Johnny stared into his dark eyes. He grabbed onto the top of your father's hand. "So your get plan is to kill me? Seems easier than what your daughter hand in mind for me," he spat. Your father squinted his eyes confused.

"What are you talking about? She doesn't know I'm here right now," he said frustrated gripping on tighter to Johnny's suit collar. Johnny chuckled smirk fading and a full smile with teeth appearing on his lips. "You don't know?" he asked a laugh breathing out his lips.

Your father didn't respond. He stood back lifting Johnny off the couch and throwing the man to the side onto the carpet. Johnny hit his head, not hard enough to crack but hard enough to bruise. "Don't test me, Johnny. I'm not afraid to kill you," he said chest rising up and down.

Johnny held onto his head checking for blood. He coughed out a scoff. "We both know you're not above murder sir. But we also know right now, you won't kill me," he said lifting himself from the floor and stumbling a little. Once he caught his balance he dusted himself off.

"Because you can't. I'm too important to you and your business," he said with a prideful smirk. Your father felt a rise of heat flush through his body. Sweat quickly formed on his neck and his eyes still. He took a few steps back from Johnny remembering the long meeting from yesterday. Johnny stepped closer to your father.

Hands in his pockets and smirking forming on his lips. "After all didn't the papers you gave Y/n to sign fake? Doesn't your business belong to me?" He said inches from your father cool air leaving his lips. He scoffed a light chuckle before he turned his back walking to his desk, a desk once owned by your father. He pulled his chair out and sat down. He readjusted his tie checking himself in the small mirror next to him.

Once he finished he turned to your father motioning to the empty seat in front of the desk. "I believe we have a meeting," he said. "That's what you called me here for, right?" he asked with a smile. Your father still hopeful to defend you walked to the empty seat, swallowing his pride as he sat down.

"There's nothing left to discuss," your father said. "I only want what's best for my daughter," he said through a disappointed sigh.

Johnny's finger tapped on the desk before he lightly smacked it down with an idea. The side smile on his lips, lips pursed. "Their meeting isn't over," he said. Your father lifted his head back up slowly. Johnny sat in his chair, the large window behind him overlooking the city. Expensive suit paired with a gold watch on his wrist. A small piece of evidence of a bruise on his hairline.

"What is this meeting about?" he asked. Johnny chuckled, "Your daughter. Remember?" he asked handing him a piece of paper. Your father picked it up reading the lines written down and printed. A marriage contract in his hands.

"You remember your promise right? I marry her I get the company," he said. Your father placed it on the table. Johnny reached over handing him his favorite black pen. He lent it to your father. Your father reached for it but Johnny pulled it back.

"Wait," he said.

"What?" your father asked.

"I still haven't proven myself innocent," he said looking off into the distance before he turned back to your father. He laid his hands on the table comfortably tea long forgotten. "I haven't told you what your daughter's been doing to me and my friends," he said. Your father raised a brow lost but assumed whatever Johnny had to say would be of interest to him.

"It all started when she and my dear friend Si Cheng went on a little date," he said with a smirk.

"Only they didn't," he said smirk growing larger.

“How long is this gonna take?” You asked a distant friend of yours. He pushed his glasses up as he typed away on the computer. He sucked his teeth eyeing you through the corner of his eye. Wendy leaned against the wall her head flat against the white surface.

“A few more minutes,” he said pushing his glasses back up.

“How does she know everyone?” Jisung whispered to Jungwoo who stood beside him. The two, alongside Wendy, watched as you stood behind Chenle. Two big monitors in front of him. His fingers clicked away on the keyboard in front of him. The computer screen brightens up the dark room. Jungwoo shrugged arms crossed over each other as he waited for Chenle to finish as well.

“She pretty much knows everyone. Besides, Chenle is her cousin,” he said with a small smirk. Jisung seemly surprised turned his head to Jungwoo. Jungwoo shook his head brushing him off.

“Not by blood. His uncle married her aunt a few years back,” he said brushing him off. Jisung nodded off turning back to you and Renjun. You leaned over Chenle to get a closer look.

Chenle had been struggling to hack into the frat houses' cameras for the past hour. After a few more failed attempts he slammed his hands onto the keyboard frustrated. He sat back in his chair hands running through his hair. “I can’t do it,” he said annoyed at himself.

“Whatever Mark and Haechan did to their system is blocking me,” he said. You sighed chewing on your lip as you watched the random letters and numbers thrown together on the screen. Wendy huffed pushing herself off the wall.

“I mean there’s gotta be another way, right? We’ve been at this for hours and I don’t think I can last any longer,” she said unable to fight the yawn that left her lips. You turned from her to Jisung. Jisung quickly reading your face shook his head. He followed as you made your way to your purse.

“Oh no don’t even-“ he said watching and missing at the attempt to snatch your phone. You dialed the number quickly holding your finger up to him as you walked away.

“What’s she doing?” Chenle asked turning in his chair. Jisung sighed. “She’s probably calling the Headmaster at Rockaway,” he said watching you exit Chenle’s bedroom.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because that’s where Haechan is,” he said with a sigh. He walked away from the door sitting on Chenle’s couch. He looked out the window lips forming a tight line. Chenle turned to Jungwoo and Wendy who both shrugged. Neither got involved when you had a phone call to make. They knew deep down everything you did would point them and you in the right direction. Just a few steps closer to Johnny.

“Not for nothing,” Jungwoo began trying his best to cease the tension once you returned. You had flicked the lights on causing everyone to wince. “Your room is fucking huge,” he said eyeing the place with an impressed smile on his lips. Chenle smiled sending him an appreciative nod.

“I designed it myself,” he said motioning to the rest of the room. He switched his computer screen back to the game he was playing before you showed. You finally looked up from your phone placing it down on his desk.

“Headmaster said he will have Haechan in later today,” you said you a confident smile. Wendy walked over to where you were. “Why do we need him again?” She asked. “Because it’s not enough to just tell people they’re horrible,” you said smile on both your lips and eyes as you looked into hers. She felt her heart jump from how prideful you looked.

“I need to show them too,” you said.

———

“I’m not helping,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. Haechan had finally arrived. However, getting him here was not the problem. It was convincing him to help that would be proven most difficult.

“You owe me,” you said to him towering over him from where he sat in Chenle’s chair. He raised a brow a scoff leaving his lips. “Owe you? After what you did?” He asked gritting his teeth. His cheeks heated up becoming a light shade of red.

“Leave us,” you said to the room. Everyone walked out Wendy was the last one to leave closing the door behind her. Once you heard it shut you walked over from the front of the desk to the side. Swiftly spun the chair he sat on and grabbed onto his collar.

“Haechan don’t fuck with me. You know after everything you’ve done to me this is the least you can do,” you said. He scoffed pushing your hands off. “What have I done to you?” He asked adjusting the collar to his shirt.

The blood rushed to your head. Sweat forms behind your ears and neck at the audacity of his words. He truthfully sat there and acted as if he did nothing wrong. You poked the inside of your mouth with your tongue trying to keep yourself calm. You couldn’t blow your top, he wouldn’t take you seriously. No one wants to listen to a screaming woman.

But there’s no more room for niceness.

“Do know what you’ve done?” You asked your eyebrow raised high, prominent arch. You let out a shakey, aggressive sigh. “Weren’t you the one my freshman year going around telling everyone I gave it up to you at a frat party because I didn’t have enough money to pay you for doing my bio project,” you said flames on your tongue. Haechan unable to fight back remains silent in the chair.

“You’re the reason I ask for no help anymore. I take and take and take and ask for nothing. No help. Why? Because of you,” you said grabbing onto his collar. With your grip and help, he lifted from the chair. You kicked the hard plastic chair back causing it to fall onto the ground. A loud bang could be heard outside. You felt the burn in your leg from the plastic. It would leave a bruise. You ignored the throbbing pain in your leg.

You never blinked as you stared into his eyes. His eyes tried to hide from yours. Looking everywhere else around Chenle's room. But your pupils found him each time.

“I would have been fine if you would have just told everyone I was poor but the fact that you told everyone I begged you to fuck me like in any universe we existed in I’d let you even get that close,” you spat venom on your tongue. Haechan turned his head slowly unable to quickly reach you from how tight you held him.

“I still hit though,” he said through breaths.

“No sweetie. I fucked you. There’s a difference,” you said licking your teeth. He raised a brow facing turning bright angry red. “How so?” He asked spit forming into the corner of his lips as he struggled to speak. “Because look how desperately you are to fuck me again,” you said motioning to how hard he was in his pants. He cursed at himself for being so weak, especially around you.

You let him go watching as he stumbled forward. Before he could run off you grabbed him by the back of his shirt choking him for a brief moment. He held onto his neck as you turned to the computer back on.

“Now pick up the chair and get to work,” you said eyes looking into his angry ones.

“Unless you want everyone to see how hard I make you even when you’re supposed to hate my guts,” you spat motioning to the door. He fixed his face quickly. Gulping as he stood up. He picked up the chair fixing it, even dusting it off with the back of his hand. He swallowed hard as he pulled the chair forward. You moved to the side watching as he placed the chair in the middle embarrassment covering his features.

He clicked the mouse watching as more of the monitors turned back on and began typing on the keyboard a choked sob in his throat and eyes burning from both the bright computer screen and you.

There was a knock at the door. Followed by the knock door slowly opened. Jungwoo poked his head in. Seeing Haechan in Chenle’s gaming chair and typing away an upset look on his face he stepped inside. You’re back facing the door. Chenle and Wendy followed behind him. You could hear their footsteps behind you. You turned your head to them.

“How’s it going?” Wendy asked nervously. They had all heard the loud bang when you kicked the chair. You nodded your head. “Fine,” you said turning away and back to Haechan. Jisung soon entered the room Haechan only looking up to see him. He snarled at the sight of him. He felt the betrayal deep in his body. Every inch of him hated Jisung for helping you and for being able to be so close to you.

Jisung made it look easy. None of the men in the house could understand why. Why did you pick him to be on your side? What made Jisung so special? You noticed Haechan getting distracted. He kept eyeing Jisung who remained by the door. You snapped your fingers in front of his face. “Hey,” you said annoyed.

He turned his eyes to you. “Get back to work,” you said with a stern nod. You sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes with a small head tilt. His fingers typed quickly again on the keyboard.

“There,” he said slamming his hands down. You hopped off the desk and walked behind him leaning over him to get a better view. You couldn’t contain your smile. Eyes glowing at you look at the screen. “I can’t believe it,” you said gasp leaving your lips. The rest of the room walked over to where you stood seeing every camera placed around the house.

“I did it can I go now?” He asked annoyed. Still slightly embarrassed due to the exchange you two both had earlier. Everyone else back away walking to different parts of the room. You turned your head to him with a nod placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Your job here is done. Good boy for listening to me,” you said with a lick of your tongue as you whispered into his ear. You saw his whole body shudder and his eyes shut for a brief moment. He suckled onto his bottom lip before releasing it to speak. “Please Y/n don’t. You know how easy it is for me,” he whispered his entire body including his mind briefly forgetting about everything you did to him. Including what happened an hour ago.

You nodded, “I know it’s pathetic,” you said stripping one last piece of his dignity that you could before you backed away. His eyes shot open realizing you two weren’t alone. He could feel the strain in his pants. He struggled to stand up. He tried his best to conceal it squirming around like a bug in water.

You chuckled leaning against a dresser and crossing your arms cockily over your chest. Haechan huffed seeing you an evil glare before he quickly stood up running out of the room hiding from everyone else.

“Okay,” you said walking over to the desk. You sat down on the gaming chair and flipped through the cameras. “Chenle come here,” you called. He came to your side watching the cameras alongside you. You pointed to the screen showing him the different rooms, especially who’s bedroom was who’s.

“Your job is to watch this. Watch these for anything suspicious. Anything that could ruin them. I know all their worst secrets are kept in this house. Assholes, they all try to protect one another,” you said eyeing the screen. You shook your head letting out a deep breath of hot air that came straight from heat in your brain.

“It ends now,” you said with a smile. You turned to Chenle standing up from your seat and sitting him where you sat replacing him with you. “You got it?” You asked your cousin. He nodded grabbing hold of his mouse and flipping through the cameras.

“After what they did to you and Jenny I’ll help,” he said with a stern nod. You hugged his shoulder and he patted your arm. You placed a soft kiss on the top of his head as you left. Grateful he was on your side. Everyone followed as you walked out of the room. Saying their goodbyes as well.

———

You all sat in the car Jungwoo took the wheel. You sat beside him in the front. Jisung and Wendy are behind you. Jisung didn’t speak much of the ride, he remained quiet like he used to. Looking outside the windows and fidgeting with his fingers. You had asked him if he was okay but his response was weak. Only a small nod. He didn’t look into your eyes nor speak.

You assumed it was just him processing seeing Haechan after everything that’s happened.

You glanced over to Jungwoo. He looked over at you as well. He could read you so well, better than Wendy can most times. The two of you had a connection. A connection you shared. Both of you had an understanding. He sent you a small smile and a nod. He reached over patting his hand on yours before he lifted it back up on the wheel.

After a few more uncomfortable beats of silence, you spoke.

"Jisung how do you know Chenle?" you asked in an attempt to make conversation. He shifted still keeping focus on the trees that past him by. "We have been friends for a while. I have no idea you knew him," he said. You chuckled, "Neither did I," you said. He nodded turning his body away. Wendy frowned looking at the disappointed look in your eyes.

You could not express nor figure out how to pull Jisung out of whatever funk he was in. You just turned away with a loud huff. You laid back onto the chair crossing your arms over your chest. You turned to the window and decided for the rest of the drive you'd watch the trees.

A few days later

You had reached your apartment phone lying flat on your coffee table as you waited for Chenle's call. You sat alone, in your empty apartment. All the staff were sent home for the rest of the day, the only maid left was the one in your room preparing your bed for the night.

You sat in silky pajamas legs pulled up to your chest and seated on your couch. The glass coffee table is empty only a glass of water and your phone lying on top. The screen of your phone was still dark. Every time it glowed and buzzed you felt your heart skip.

You had been waiting for Chenle's call. Surely he would have something. After all, you didn't send Jisung back for no reason.

But you knew deep down a part of you was relieved to have him gone, at least for a few hours. You didn't want to deal with his mopping, at least you didn't have the time to. Your time was running thin with the semester coming to an end. All the boys would return home, some of them graduating. You chewed on your lip as your eyes repeatedly peeked at your phone.

You tried to distract yourself. Grabbing the remote to your TV, flipping through the channels. You were about to give up. Relaxing on the couch until your phone rang echoing through your large apartment. You leaned forward dropping the remote seeing Chenle's name.

You instantly picked up putting the phone to your ear. "Hello?" you said grabbing your remote and shutting your TV off.

"Y/n?" Chenle called.

"Yes?" you nodded even though he couldn't see you. "Where are you?" he asked worried. The worry in his voice made your heart jump. A pit forming in your stomach. "Chenle what's wrong?" you asked leaning over and grabbing your sweater from the opposite end of the couch,

"Are you home?" he asked again worried. You nodded furiously. "Yes, I'm home. Why?" you frustrated asked. His breathing quickened. "You need to leave. They got Jisung," he said rushing his sentences. He stumbled over his words. His breathing was quick you would believe he was running.

"What?" you squinted your eyes shaking your head. You lifted from your couch. "What do you mean they got him?" you asked walking quickly over to your boots. You put both on holding your phone between your neck and ear. "Chenle," you said sternly. Upset with his lack of words.

"I'm sorry but I think they can hear me," he whispered. "What?" you asked loudly. "How?" you followed.

"They keep looking up at the camera," he said. "Who Chenle who?" you asked closing your front door and heading towards the elevator. You rapidly clicked on the button waiting for the elevator to arrive.

"Who? Chenle who? God. Can you speak," you pleaded annoyed.

"Doyoung and Jaehyun there looking right into the camera," he whispered. "I'm sorry Y/n but I think they know," he said. You didn't respond. Instead, the elevator dinged and you stepped inside.

"Are you leaving?" he whispered and yelled. "Yes," you said back. He shook his head. "No. You can't go to the house," he said worriedly.

You scoffed tapping your foot impatiently as the doors closed. "Why?" you asked low voice avoiding the couple in the elevator alongside you. "Because Y/n there-" the elevator dinged. You looked up following behind the couple only to be confronted by Johnny and Taeyong. The couple walked past them paying no mind to the pair. But you froze. They stepped in blocking your exit. The elevator doors closed behind them.

"Y/n you should probably hang up the phone," Johnny said with a small smile.

"I have something you might want to hear," he said stepping to stand beside you. Taeyong stood close behind him. Your lips formed a line. You let out a sigh. You didn't fight against him. You could Chenle calling your name through the line. You hung up placing your phone in your sweater back. You let out a breath trying to calm the rising nerves in your body.

Johnny scoffed out a small smile placing both his hands in front of each other.

"Relax Y/n. I promise what I have to tell you has nothing to do with me, or you. It has to do with us," he said.

"Love what you've done with the place," he said stepping inside. Your dog ran up to his legs, barking at both men. Your maid ran up sweeping her up. He removed his shoes. Your maid came up to him taking his jacket as well as Taeyong's. Holding the small dog close to her chest. She walked off with both. The two didn't budget used to someone putting their things away for them. The two followed you to your kitchen.

"So," you said placing your hand on the island and the other on your waist. You leaned to the side tapping your finger on the island space. Taeyong remained next to Johnny who sat down on one of the empty bar stools. "What no drinks?" he said to you. You rolled your eyes huff leaving your lips.

He chuckled. "You might need one," he said a bit more serious. You eyed him hesitantly for a moment before you offered. "What do you want?" you asked. He smiled turning away from you and to the many bottles of alcohol you had on display. He tapped his chin cockily tapping his chin. "Something strong," he said. "How bad is this news?" you asked him. Johnny sighed. "Pretty bad depending on how you view it," he said with a lit shrug. You chewed on your lip turning to your maid.

"Whiskey for him," you said. "Make that two," he said. You turned sending him a confused glance. "He's not drinking?" you asked motioning your head to Taeyong. Taeyong shook his head as well as Johnny. "He's driving," he said. You nodded in response. You turn to your maid with a sigh.

"Make it two," you said. Before she walked off you stepped closer to her. You lightly held her arm. "Make sure he doesn't try anything. Watch them closely," you whispered. She nodded a stern look in her eyes. She walked off sending Johnny a menacing glance before she disappeared to make the drinks.

"So what's your news?" you said sitting one stool away from him. Taeyong walked to stand behind the counter.

"I don't own your father's company," he said. You sat back weird expression on your face. "That's a bad thing?" you asked with a light scoff. You could feel the laughter start to erupt in your chest. He came all the way here to tell you this? There's no way he made such a trip.

He chuckled at the maid placing both drinks on the island. "Neither do you," he said grabbing onto the glass. Bringing it to his lips. He took a sip squeezing his eyes at the burning taste. "Wow, this is strong. How old is this one?" he asked. You raised a brow. "What do you mean neither do I? I signed the papers," you said.

He shook his head handing his glass to Taeyong. "No, you signed fake papers. Your father never planned to give his company," he said. "And the only reason I don't have it right now is because I decided to turn it down," he said.

"Why?" you asked. Johnny sighed sipping his glass again. "Because I realized something," he said with a point of his finger. "You destroyed the USB with our little video, right?" he asked. You nodded, "I have another but I gave it to my father," you said. Johnny nodded at your confirmation. "Well, your father destroyed it. He said he couldn't bear to finish the video," he began leaning further onto the island both hands placed on the table as he spoke.

"He kept going on and on about how it sicked him to see. He thought better of me," he said. "He even gave me this," he motioned to the bruise on his forehead.

"So what?" you said arms crossed over your chest. "You deserved it," you said jerking your head to his wound. He nodded sliding his bottom lip through his teeth. "Maybe," he said. "But another USB exists," he said. You jumped from your seat to attack him but Taeyong ran around grabbing you. You squirmed in his tight grip.

"Woah woah princess slow down. You didn't let me finish," he said putting his hands up in defense. You shook your head. Your body fighting against Taeyong. He looked up at Taeyong with wide eyes. "I told you she would try and hit me," he said motioning to your unstable frame.

"Let me go," you yelled at Taeyong. He shook his head. "Not until you calm down," He said struggling to hold you. "Y/n I promise I didn't send the video," Johnny said. You shook your head. "I don't trust you," you spat back. He nodded. "I know. But a long time ago we promised we wouldn't lie to each other. You lied to me once already. I'm doing the right thing here," he said standing up towering over you. He stepped closer to you.

"Do you think I came all this way just to tell you I sent him another USB with the exact video I told you I no longer had? I gave you the only copy that existed. No one told you to make two," he said. You huffed frustrated at the truth. "I only made one. I don't know where the other came from," you argued breathlessly still trying to release yourself from Taeyong's grasp.

"Neither do I," said Johnny. He motioned to Taeyong. "Let her go," he said. Taeyong widened his eyes. He raised a brow. "You sure?" he asked. Johnny nodded sitting back on the bar stool. "She needs to be able to trust me," he said. Taeyong slowly let you go ready to grab you again if you lunged forward. Once he let you go you dusted yourself off. Readjusting your clothes. You thought about attacking Johnny again but decided not to. Once Taeyong was sure you no longer posed a threat he stepped aside.

"Now that you've relaxed," he said watching as you eyed him sitting back down. You brought your whiskey glass to your lips taking a long swing. You placed it back down in front of you. "After me and Taeyong did our own little research we still couldn’t figure out the third person who’s been sneaking around us. I figured maybe you could answer my question,” he said with a light shrug.

“So who made another copy?" he asked. You shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe one of your boys," you spat back taking another swing. “Why do you even care?” You asked.

“Because it destroys everything,” he said sternly. It was the first time you saw him serious with you. He’d normally flash you his signature smile and send you a flirty remark about how badly you wish he’d tell you. This time he didn’t. He toned away serious expression on his face. He took another sip of his glass before placing it back down.

Johnny chuckled his body fully facing the island like nothing had happened. He held his glass in one hand elbow leaning on the table, and his other under his arm. He shook his head. "No way in hell. You did a number on them," he said. "I've seen them act in such a way," he said. You couldn't but ask how. It made you somewhat proud to know you ruined them.

"How so?" you asked eyes staring into his side profile. He sighed placing the glass down small smile on his lips. "Well for starters Yangyang doesn't even talk to other girls. Not even his best friend. He avoids all women," he said. You chuckled with a shake of your head.

"No way," you said.

"Way," he said in a teasing girl voice just to mess with you. You punched his arm. He made an o with his lips. "Stop playing," you said. Johnny chuckled rubbing his arm.

"Haechan is gone. All boys schools to sort out his 'behavior'" he said with air quotes. "I know that. I sent him back early this week," you responded. Johnny nodded turning his neck to you and glancing at you. "I know. Also nice touch with the cameras," he said. "You knew?" you asked.

"At first no. Not until Mark noticed something was off. Remember I live with two computer geeks. Well used to live with two thanks to you," he said taking a swing of his drink. You did the same.

"And the rest?" you asked. He eyed you with a teasing smile. "Just say you want to hear about Jaehyun," he said. You snarled at him turning away. He chuckled. "Mark is paranoid. He thinks you're after him. Especially since you got him kicked off the gaming club or whatever he runs," he said. "Yuta disappeared. Last I heard it had something to do with his mother. You wouldn't have anything to do with that?" he asked leaning over.

You shrugged. "Maybe,"

"And Jeno?" you asked. "Jeno? Thanks to you he got kicked off the hockey team. He was so embarrassed he dropped out," he said. You smiled proudly.

"Look at you. Proud of yourself. Don't you wanna hear about the one that started it all?" he asked sipping the last sip of his drink. You motioned your maid to refill his glass. She walked over filling it again. Johnny smiled at her with a slight nod of his head.

"Si Cheng?" you questioned.

"Who else?" he asked with a smirk. You sighed looking away. "I almost forgot about him. What happened to him?" you asked swirling your drink around. "He placed a bet on your little date," he said.

You scoffed. "He's still lying about that?" you asked. He nodded, "Pretty much. Pretty convincing for a while. Your underwear in his car. Your exact perfume on them, his car and him," he said. You gasped turning to him with wide eyes.

"My perfume?" your brow raised. "I never stepped foot in his car," you said. He shrugged. "That's what he claimed happened," he said. "I didn't believe it though. He's not your type," he said slightly nudging your shoulder. You scoffed moving away from him. A disgusted groan leaves your lips.

"All that happened was we bumped into each other. I was late and when I went to leave I fell. My stuff fell out of my bag. He must have stolen my perfume got some pair of panties from some girl and sprayed them," you said in defense.

Johnny nodded. "Sounds about right. Besides they didn't smell like you," he said with a purse of his lips. You rolled your eyes in disgust. "They had my perfume on them," you said. He shook his head. "That's not what I meant," he said.

You gagged but remained silent unsure how to respond. After some uncomfortable beats of silence on your end, you spoke. "Anyways. What happened?" you asked.

"He bet all his money it was true. He lost everything. He moved back with his family. They sent him to China," he said uncaringly.

"You don't seem to care," you said. Johnny sighed. "He's the reason you're coming for us. He fucked up, not me," he said. You nodded but didn't speak. You looked over at Johnny for a moment. If you didn't hate him with every inch of your body, you could see him as your friend.

Johnny briefly glanced over at you. Then realizing you were staring he turned a smirk on his lips. "My my my Y/n you staring," he said turning his body to face you. You shook your head brushing him off. "I'm not," you fought back unable to hide your smile.

"You like me-"

"No," you said quickly. He threw his hands up. "Ouch," he said touching his chest. You gushed. "Like you care," you said taking a swing of your drink. Johnny didn't respond he just watched your lips touch the glass.

"Y/n who made the copy?" he asked. You sighed shaking your head. "I don't know," you responded. "You sure?" he asked. "Wendy? Jungwoo? Ten?" he added. You shook your head. "None of them would ever," you said.

"Not even Jisung?" he asked. You shook your head. "There's no way," you said in defense of him. Johnny nodded backing off. "Okay," He said standing from his seat. He leaned over to you, close enough so Taeyong couldn't hear. He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Just make sure you are being safe. There's someone who's been watching us while we have been watching each other," he said quietly.

Your dog went up to his feet. This time she sniffed him. She bent down to pet her. She let him.

He backed away shortly after turning to exit the kitchen. Taeyong followed behind. Your maid came to your side but you brushed her off telling her to escort the boys.

What Johnny said sat both in your mind and in the pit of your stomach. You never considered the fact one of your friends could betray you. Johnny had no reason to lie. You could see right through his cool and confident front. He was desperate. He, for different reasons, needed to know who made the copy.

You stood up from your seat walking into your living room. You pulled out your phone calling Jisung. You waited. Your phone is ringing. By the third ring, he didn't answer the call so you hung up. Annoyed you huffed flopping onto your couch.

You remained awake the whole night. By the time the sun came up you still hadn't noticed you never fell asleep. Instead, you remained in. your living room. Tv on low and the lights dimmed. Your thoughts are loud and filled with unanswered questions about the people who know you. At least thought you knew.

The maids opened the curtains the morning sun shining through. You squinted your eyes looking up at the sky. You stood up walking to the window seeing the city surrounding you.

"Miss Y/L," one of the maids called. You turned to her intently. "Miss Wendy and Mr.Jungwoo here," she said. "For Sunday breakfast," she said. You nodded. "Is…?" you began words dying on your tongue as she shook her head. You nodded licking your lips back. "Thank you. Let her wait in the living room. I will go and change," you said. She bowed. She watched you walk away with a frown on her lips. She sent maids to attend to Jungwoo and Wendy and she followed behind you.

You walked down the hall dog on your heel as well as your maid Brenda. Brenda closed your bedroom door behind her once you both stepped inside. You noticed her but paid no mind. She tended to be nosey when it comes to your life.

"Brenda, are you here to help me? Or spy?" you asked walking into your bathroom. She shook her head grabbing hold of your bathroom items including skin care. She placed them on the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth.

"I'm just making sure you're okay," she said with a small smile. "I know how much he means to you," she said. You spit out the paste rinsing your mouth. You turned the water off and got started on your skin. You shrugged. "It's whatever. He's just another boy," you said nonchalantly. But she knew you were hiding your feelings. She's known you your whole life, better than your mother.

"Y/n I know this may be pushing but," she handed you the cleanser. You gladly took it from her. "I want you to know I am here for you if you want to talk about it. I'm a good listener," she said another sad smile on her lips. You sighed drying off your face. You placed both of your palms on the sink. You looked at her through your mirror. "What's the point? Talking about him won't bring him back nor snap him out of whatever funk he's in," you said drying off your hands.

Brenda sighed handing you your serum. "I know but it may make you feel better," she said. You nodded patting her shoulder. "I promise later we'll talk about it. Until then I'm meeting someone later today," you said. Confused she raised her brow. "Who?" she asked. "Jaehyun," you said with a smile.

"Sorry, I can't stay for breakfast," You said to both Wendy and Jungwoo. "My father has other plans for me today," you said with an apologetic smile. You felt bad lying to your friends but you weren't too sure what to tell them. Johnny's warnings still lingered in your mind.

The two sighed but nodded understandingly. "I get it," Wendy said. "You should see your father after everything that happened. Maybe he'll back you up," she said. You nodded letting out a long sigh. "I hope so," you responded. Jungwoo came to your side patting your back.

"I'm sorry Jisung couldn't come. We tried but he said he's still upset about Haechan," he said. You huffed. "Still? I swear he's overreacting," you said. Wendy nodded agreeing. She grabbed her purse. "Okay, we'll let you go. Dinner later tonight?" she asked. You nodded with a smile. She hugged you goodbye both she and Jungwoo left.

You tapped your finger on the table in the cafe you sat in. Every time the bell at the door would ring you'd look over seeing a stranger walk in. After fifteen minutes you heard another bell and footsteps approaching.

"You are late,” you said to Jaehyun purse of your lips as he sat down. His chest heaved up and down, his cheek flushed and the tips of his ears red. He stared down at you. The tea before you hot, smoking rising from the cup. The sunglasses over your eyes concealed the excitement and fear in your iris.

He held up a letter in his hands motioning it to you.

“I know everything,” he said letting out an exhausted breath.

“He knows too,” he said with a smirk.

"I'm not even surprised you told him," you said as you sipped your tea. You placed it back down with a small shrug. "Then again when could I ever trust you?" you said.

"How do you know what I'm talking about?" he asked.

"Sit down," you replied. He obliged sitting across from you. "My father and Johnny are no longer partners. He won't listen to him, but you. He still somewhat trusts you. I know you told him everything," you said a smile creeping up on the corner of your lips. He adjusted himself in his seat. A waiter came up to him. Jaehyun ordered and the waiter walked off.

You took the letter off the table. The crumbled-up loose-leaf paper from your purse was sitting in front of you. Names are crossed out and notes are written on the side. You threw it back at him.

"Is this supposed to be threatening?" you asked him. He shook his head. "No. It's my final apology. I am sorry for what I did to you. For what I've done to you. I won't beg for you to love me or be with me. I deserve everything I get. My worst fear was losing you and I did. My greatest heartache was your disappointment," he said with a sigh fidgeting with his fingers.

"You broke my heart. You won," he said quietly. You licked your teeth.

"You know I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't intend to in the beginning. I only wanted to hurt you like you hurt me," you confessed. "I loved you," you said. He nodded looking into your concealed eyes.

"And I love you. Good luck Y/n," he said standing from his seat and leaving. He went to storm off but bumped into someone. He looked up eye meeting with Jisung. His breath cut in his throat but he didn't fight. He just stepped out of his way letting him get to you. You waited for a moment. You'd leave once Jaehyun was fully gone.

The waiter placed the coffee on the table in front of the empty seat.

Jisung searched for you. He eventually spotted you alone with two cups of coffee at your table. He rushed over to you taking the seat Jaehyun once sat in. Your eyes are wide, thankfully hidden by your glasses. He picked up the coffee sipping it. He placed it back down.

"It's good," he said. You kicked him from under the table. He groaned in pain face turning red. "I deserved that," he said. "Are you crazy?" you asked. "You ghosted me for days and the first you do is tell me the coffee is good?" you argued. You huffed rolling your eyes.

You stood up from your seat and angrily walked towards the door. Jisung quickly stood up following behind you.

"Wait Y/n," he called after you. You walked faster to your car. Driver opening the door for you. He closed it the minute you sat inside shutting it on Jisung. He huffed the driver sending him a glare before he went to the other side. Jisung wasted no time opening the door and sliding inside.

Your glasses now sitting on top of your head. You heard the door open and then close again. It startled you cuaisng your glasses to fall. You both reached down to grab them. You grabbed them first placing them on the seat.

"Get out," you said. He shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said eyes trying to meet yours. You turned your front side away facing the window. "I was just upset about seeing you and Haechan together," he pleaded seeing your chest rise and then fall, annoyed. He sighed disappointed.

"I was jealous," he confessed letting his head fall. "I was jealous seeing the two of you together even though I know you don't like him," he said. "So why did you ignore me?" you asked barely turning your neck to look at him.

“Because I was embarrassed with myself. I shouldn't have gotten so upset. I'm sorry," he said. He gently touched your side moving you around. He looked you apologetically in your eyes.

"I promise next time I get upset I'll talk to you about it so we can work it out together," he said. "Promise?" you asked. He nodded with a smile leaning down and placing a peck on your cheek.

"Promise," he said. You turned your head placing a sweet kiss on his lips. He smiled holding onto the side of your face deepening the kiss you shared. He pulled you closer to his frame but you stopped him," he frowned worried but you chuckled.

"I'm on my way to meet with my father," you said gently pushing him back. He didn't protest he nodded understandingly. "You should come with," you said breaking the tension in the car. Shocked he sat back. "Is that a good idea?" he asked. You scoffed small chuckle leaving your lips.

"Why wouldn't it be?" you asked leaning forward inches from his lips. "You nervous?" you asked eyes flicking from his eyes, to his lips then back to his eyes. He shook his head gulping hard. "No, I'm just making sure you're making the right choice," he said. "Why wouldn't I be?" you asked placing a sweet kiss on his lips. Your fingers lingered dusting the strings of his sweater. He shut his eyes relaxing into your touch.

You pulled away seeing his eyes still closed. You smiled a giggle leaving your lips. When he opened his eyes you were already looking into his. You took in your beauty from this angle. This close he could see every detail of your face. Your scar from a pimple, the curve of your lips, the shape of your eyes and nose. You looked so beautiful. Every inch of you was.

You chuckled backing away. "You're staring," you commented. He shook himself out of his thoughts.

"I couldn't help it," he said making you smile.

You turned to the driver. "Nathan started the car. Take us to my father," you said looking back at Jisung with a smile.

"It's ok Y/n. I promise I'll meet him another time," he said. Your smile fell and you nodded. "I have something I need to do. I'll call you ok?" he said as the car stopped. He leaned over placing a quick kiss on your cheek and then left.

It was a good idea that Jisung left. The meeting you assumed you'd be having was much worse than you thought.

You never thought this was where it would come to. You and Johnny Suh sitting in one of the tallest buildings in the city. Sitting in one of your Father's buildings, HeadQuarters. Both of you sat in his office your father sitting behind his high desk while the two of you sat in front of it. Security standing in all areas of the room. Some Security yours, some Johnny's but the majority your fathers.

The office was dark and cold. You always hated coming here. The large window behind your father's coal-colored desk exposed the city that surrounded you. As a kid, you would run to the window and stare below the people appearing as ants. Your father wasn't one for the arts. He was a modern man with traditional values. He was modern with his money but not his mind. Is office showed just that. A lifeless room with dark colors on the walls.

Black leather couches were placed behind for more personal, comfortable meetings with clients. However, while personal this was far from comfortable.

Your father's reactions were sure to scare you. You had been caught. You looked over at Johnny. Johnny glanced over to you with a nod. You turned back to your father.

He tapped his finger on his desk. "Recently it has been brought to my attention that you have been running around the frat house Johnny runs making trouble. Is that true?" your father asked.

You shrugged playing with the arm of the leather true. "You already know the answer. That's why you're asking," you responded annoyed. He huffed hands clasped together squeezing each other. "Y/n I'm not a part of your little game. You will not speak to me as you please. Remember I am your father," he said sternly.

You scoffed. "Since when? Since people are talking? Since mother left you?" you questioned poking at him. He slammed his fist on his desk gritting his teeth. "I won't let you destroy this business Y/n!" he yelled. "One more mistake and I'll cut you off," he warned. You shrugged cockily. "So what? Mother makes more money than you. She takes care of me very well," you said.

"Y/n I'm being serious," he said.

"Y/n listen to your daddy-"

"You shut the fuck up, Suh. I don't want to hear a sound from you or I swear I'll kill you. You're lucky your father is important to this business or so help me I'll kill you with my bare hands," he threatened. Johnny raised his hands defense shutting his mouth. He turned back to you.

"As for you," he pointed. "You're going to live with your mother for the rest of the semester. You can finish school online but you can't be here," he said. You shook your head. "No, I'm not," you spoke back. He raised a brow. "Oh really? Well, I pay for your apartment in the city remember?" he threw in your face.

"Mother can buy me another," you argued as he stood up walking to you. His chest puffed out as he walked further. Nostrils flared as you continued to speak.

"She can buy me a bigger one too. At least she fills up the Y/n-shaped hole in her heart with reliable money. Tell me Father where does your source of income come from again," you said standing up in his face. He reached his hand behind and swung slapping you square in the face.He hit you so hard you fell. Everyone jerked forward shocked.

The minute you hit the floor the shock hit you. Never in your life did your father put his hands on you. He yelled and said the most harmful things to you. But he never hit you and you said worst things to him in the past. He just shuts you out. Avoid you for weeks sometimes months. This only means whatever you did this time cost him a whole lot more than money. The security plus Johnny moved to help you but your father cursed.

"Step back all of you!" he huffed chest rising up and down. He bends down to your level on the ground. You held the side of your face that burned. "Let me explain something to you. And I'll only explain it once to pay attention," he said grabbing onto your hair. You winced in pain.

"If I ever find out again you made another little video to get revenge on some stupid college boys I'll do worse you," he warned anger spilling from his tongue. “How could you be so stupid?” He asked the young hoping you could give him a good enough reason to do something like that. He felt a pull at his heart. He failed at protecting you. He failed as your father. It’s his fault you got hurt. You came up with such plans. He should have taken better care of you. He should have shown you how much he adored and loved you. Instead he’s left with a broken heart and no one to blame but himself.

You winced holding onto his hand that held your head. "I never clicked play," you did your best to get out trying to remove his strong grip. He placed you on the ground turning to Johnny.

"Is that true?" he asked him. Johnny nodded. Your father foamed at the mouth. He turned away from Johnny and looked to his security. "Block him before I kill him," he ordered. They all ran to his side few helping you up. When you finally stood up you laughed. Your father stopped walking to his desk, and the rest of the room stopped moving.

"Y/n…" he began. "No," you said dropping your smile and raising your finger.

"You hit me, you threw me on the ground father," you said walking up to him. He didn't move he only turned his body to you.

“You arranged marriages for me, you made me sign fake papers, and you believed I recorded myself for revenge," you scoffed hands hitting your side. "Tell me father what video between a man and a woman is beneficial for the girl?" you asked in the form of a question. He only stammered unable to respond.

"I did everything, Jaehyun told me he told you. I did it because they were all just like you," you pointed poking his chest hard. "They lie and use me. They cheat and treat me as if I'm an object. Guess I shouldn't take it too personally though," you said shrugging looking off to Johnny and then back at your father. "They treat every woman the same. I'm just one of many," you said crossing your arms over your chest.

"I did everything for you," he said feeling bad. He let his anger get the best of him again. He just wanted to hit you for being so stupid. At least stupid enough to film a video and use it.

The guilt sunk into his chest. He could see how you winced every time the cool air touched the right side of your face. He for the first time truly was seeing the consequences of his actions. He slowly started to realize every time you spoke, he was losing you inch by inch. Piece by piece you were getting rid of him too.

"You are nothing to me anymore Father. Not even a bank," you said out of anger. He was doing this for you? Forced marriages and unfair punishments are something no one deserves. You went to walk away but he called out for you.

"Y/n you can't leave," he said. You scoffed. "Why not?" you asked.

"Because that paper you signed was a marriage contract," he confessed. You stopped your motion. Your heart sank below. You slowly turned to him. "What?" you asked. Pit in your stomach boiling up to the surface.

"The papers were for a real contract. Just not to the company," he said backing away.

You felt full wrath throughout your veins. If you didn't hate him before you hated him now. "Married? To who?" you asked. You pointed to Johnny. "Him?" he shook his head. "Jaehyun?" you asked taking a step back. He shook his head again.

"Then who?" you asked more confused than angry.

The door opened and closed behind you.

"No," he said. "Me," you turned following the sound of the voice. There stood Ten at the doorway dressed in an all-black suit. His hair gelled and slicked back. You felt the sob in your throat get stuck. "Ten?" you questioned. "How could you?" you asked. He smirked as he walked inside.

Your eyes widened. Your heart stopped beating for a moment. Not a muscle in your body wanted to turn. You shut your eyes for a moment praying this was a dream. A nightmare you'd wake from once he went to touch you. But it was real.

"Just make sure you are being safe. There's someone who's been watching us while we have been watching each other," He was right. This entire time.

You were watching Johnny.

Johnny was watching you.

But no one was watching him.

You finally turned to him. He stepped into the room hands out in pride and a proud smile on his lips. "What? Didn't expect to see me?" he said. "I promise I'll show," he said coming to your side. You stepped away from him.

"Ten it was you? You made the copy and sent it to my dad?" you asked. He nodded. "I was wondering when you'd figure that out," he said. "Maybe you're not as smart as you seen," he said floating away from you and to your father’s unoccupied desk. He sat down in his chair and spun side to side in the black leather chair.

"I thought I could trust you?" you said a puff in your chest. Your hurt quickly switches to anger.

He shrugged. "You should have paid more attention," he smirked signing his name on the contract. Taking everything from you. "How could this be? I thought you cared about me?" you asked feeling your heart swell seeing one of your best friends ruin everything you worked for.

Ten smirked as he placed the papers on the desk. You looked over at your father tears glossing over your eyes. He only shrugged hands held up. There was nothing he could do. Small beats of silence passed as you tried to process everything.

"How come the prettiest flowers have to die?" he asked an airy chuckle leaving his lips. as got comfortable in the black chair.

"Man, you are so easy to lie to. All I had to do was fight your stupid little boyfriend you folded so quickly. It's pathetic honestly. You're just like them," he spat. You walked up to him smacking him across his face.

Ten heads remained to the side throbbing in pain. He moved his jaw around as he turned back. His cheek was an angry red color. "I'll let that slide since you're angry," he said.

"I thought you were my friend?" you yelled face on fire. He sighed with a shrug. "It's not personal sweetheart. Just business," he said. "Some of us aren't as nice as we seem," he said remaining by Ten's side.

"Security remove them," Ten motioned to you, Johnny, and your father. They followed his orders grabbing onto you. Your eyes met Tens. "You won't get away with this," you said.

He pucker his lips tilting his head. "Awe. I already have," he said as the door shut in your face. All three of you were thrown out onto the street. You argued with the guards but they didn't budge. You were no longer welcome here. Your father eventually walked off saying his goodbyes.

Johnny remained alongside you. After exhausting yourself you turned seeing Wendy and Jungwoo leaning against his car. You eyed her. She smiled at you waving.

"I was hoping to see you," she said. Before she could finish your hand came from behind your head and across her face. She fell onto the ground in pain. "What the fuck?!" she cursed looking above to meet your eyes. "Are you crazy?" she yelled standing back up. Jungwoo gasped loudly. "What the hell?" he questioned.

You went after Jungwoo next but Johnny grabbed onto you holding you back.

"I can see where you get it from now," he commented. You ignored his words trying to pry him off. "What is wrong with her?" she asked. Johnny turned to her. "Like you don't know," he spat. She shook her head frustrated and lost.

"No I don't care to fill me in asshole," she argued. He huffed. "Your little boyfriend just played us, all of us. He took everything, her father's business, and ruined her plans," he said to her. They both widened and stepped back. They both had no idea what was going on just as lost as you. They were only with Ten and Jisung because Ten said he wanted to fix things. She had no idea his true intentions.

He nodded struggling to hold you. You slipped from his grip and onto the ground. You stood back up dusting yourself off.

"No way," Jungwoo said. You let out a cough as you looked over at the both of them. "I'm sorry for my behavior," you said. "I thought you were with him," you said. They both nodded. "It's okay. Just next time talk to us before you attack girl," said Jungwoo. You nodded walking over to them. The minute their arms wrapped around you, you cried.

A few days later.

Your house was quiet. So lost in thought you couldn't make a sound. How could you have missed the signs? The time he spent away was just spent plotting? The fight with Ten the whole thing was fake. So committed to his role he pretended to be your friend. Ten even tried to convince you to not trust Jisung.

Where did he even find the time to plot? He spent most of his time with you. You assumed he got to work after the fight between Jisung and him. The knock on your bedroom door stole you from your thoughts.

"Come in," you said. Jisung walked in Brenda closed the door behind her leaving the two of you alone. He came to your side climbing into your bed. He crawled beside you holding onto you. You laid your head on his chest feeling your eyes burn. Your lip quivered and your chest heated up.

“How could I have been so stupid?" you asked him. He shook his head leaning his head down to face you. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You shut your eyes for a moment.

"You're not stupid. Anyone would have been fooled. I mean we all were," he said. You nodded a part of you grateful you weren't alone in this. You sighed. "I thought he was my best friend.," you said staring at an empty corner in your room. "I thought we'd just talk about things and we'd be okay," you said sadness in your tone.

"I know," he said letting out a sigh. He held onto you wrapping you in a hug. "I know,"

"Are mad at me?" you asked him. He remained holding you. "Why would I be mad?" he asked.

"Because I'm married," you said. He shook his head. "You're not married. So what if the paper says so? You're with me. Ten tricked you. It doesn't count," he reassured you. You nodded and snuggled up into his chest.

The two of you remained like this for a moment before Brenda knocked on the door again.

"Yes?" you asked. "You have a visitor," she said.

"Who?" you asked.

"Mr. Taeyong," she said. Confused you and Jisung both looked up at each other to slip out of bed and to the door. You put on your house slides and opened the door. Seeing Taeyong standing right outside of it.

"Johnny sent me because he couldn't make it," he said.

"Why?" Jisung asked. He looked away from him and at you.

"He has a plan to take Ten down. But that's only if you want to be a part of it. If not he will take them down himself after all they took something of great worth to him too," he said.

"Who?" you asked.

"You," he pointed. You scoffed going to close the door. "I'm not his property," you said. Taeyong swiftly stopped the door with his foot. He shook his head. "No not in that way. I think we both know for a while Mr.Suh has been interested in you. He may have a weird way of showing so but he's changed," he said.

"Stop trying to make Johnny seem like the better option. I'll only work with him to take Ten down. Nothing more or less," you said. Taeyong nodded with a smile. "Very well. You may meet with Johnny tomorrow to discuss the details," he said. He eyed you up and down seeing you in leggings and an oversized shirt.

"Make sure to come prepared for business. Lots of meetings," he said as he said goodnight to both of you. Brenda quickly escorted him out trying to keep up with his quick pace.

"No way you're working with Johnny? Right after Ten," Jisung commented. You went to your closet picking out an outfit. "What other choice do I have?" you asked. He just sighed flopping onto your bed. You never learn.

"Alright I'm here," you said as you stepped into Johnny's limo Jisung next to you holding onto your hand. He had been there for you all week. Even spending the night to make sure you were okay. The driver closed the door behind you stepping into the driver's seat soon after. "What's the plan?' you asked Johnny. He put his phone down handing it to Taeyong who held onto the device. He placed one leg over the other handing you a drink.

"Drink?" he offered. You shook your head. "Johnny I'm not here for games," you said. He placed the drink down into the hold deciding not to protest your refusal. "What's the plan?" you asked. He signed. He turned to Taeyong. "The file," he said. Taeyong nodded opening up his briefcase and handing Johnny a yellow file.

"Huh?' you questioned. "Taeyong is studying to be a lawyer. My actual lawyer is there already. Taeyong just helps me look into the stuff he can't," he said flipping through the file. "I'm good at finding things," he spoke proudly.

"What's that?" you asked leaning over and reading Ten's name on the envelope. "It's everything I have on Ten. Every bad thing he's done and other things that just make him look bad," he said flipping through the pages.

"Wow you have a lot of stuff," you said eyes following the pages Johnny turned.

"Yeah I'm assuming he never told you," he said. You shook your head confused. "Tell me what?" you asked Johnny. They both looked at each other. Taeyong nodded and Johnny sighed. "Our friend Ten has a bit of a past," he said.

"What kind of past?" you asked sitting back. Johnny shook his head "Nothing too terrible," he said. "He's dealt for Jaemin a few times, fought with Haechan, physically," he said continuing the list. You remained stunned the more he spoke. You couldn't believe you knew nothing about this boy and he knew everything about you.

"He also lied about his relationship with us. He lived with us," he said. "Really?" you asked shocked. You looked over at Jisung but he shook his head. "I had no clue," he said.

"He moved out before Jisung moved in," Taeyong said. You nodded looking away from Jisung. The more you found out the more hurt you felt. He did use you.

He nodded. "Yup. We all knew he liked you. Ten just wanted something of his own. It seemed like he always had something to prove," he said. Taeyong nodded in agreement. "He helped you destroy their lives, he got you and a chunk of your father's business," he said closing the file and placing it in his lap.

"Looks like he did it," he said looking off. "Did what?" you asked.

"Seems like he's won," he said. Taeyong frowned head falling. But you remained confident. If you could take down some of the most powerful boys in the entire country, what was one less useless boy on your way to success?

"His victory will be short-lived," you said. Johnny turned to you with an impressed smile. "That's my girl," Jisung said kissing your cheek.

You both entered the room leaving Taeyong and Jisung alone in the limo. When you walked in your father sat at the table across from where you would sit. You eyed Johnny for not telling you he'd be here. He must shrugged it off confidently walking to his seat right next to you.

Ten also sat at the long conference table. You felt your body freeze for a moment seeing Ten. Johnny noticed and bent down to your ear. "Relax remember he's just a silly little boy trying to prove something to his daddy," he said. Feeling assured you sat down next to the lawyer.

"My client signed the marriage form unknowingly. Her father tricked her into doing so," your lawyer argued. You nodded trying to keep your focus on your father. Which was proving to be difficult being that you could feel Ten's bright burn on you.

His eyes watching you closely. You wanted to call him out, say something but knew this was not the time nor place. Johnny noticed. He placed his hand on top of yours underneath the table. Placing his big hand over yours. It slowly calmed you down.

"Legally they are married," the other lawyer said. "Ten has full access to the business as long as the two are married," he said. "I need a moment," you said to Johnny. He nodded and you turned to the judge. "May I please step out for a moment," you asked. She nodded. You stood up and he followed you out.

"Shouldn't I follow her out?" Ten asked. "She's my wife after all," he cockily sat in his seat a smirk rising on his lips. You scoffed looking over at the judge. "This is who you want me to stay married to you?" you questioned before leaving.

You leaned against the wall head in your hands. Johnny stepped out looking down the hallway seeing you. He walked over to where you sat on the ground near the water fountain. You looked up for a brief moment seeing Johnny.

"What am I gonna do Johnny? I can stay married to him," you cried. Johnny had never seen you this way. Normally you'd be at his throat any moment you could get. But now you were partners, he was helping you take them down and you still didn't know why.

"Johnny?" you called. He nodded. "Yea?" he said. "Why are you helping me?" you asked. He sighed sitting beside you. He huffed smirk on his lips. "Because I'm the best," he joked. He rolled your eyes. "I'm serious," you said. He sighed a smile on his lips. "Fine. It's because I want to make things right," he said.

"I should have never taken a video of you without your consent. I'm sorry for hurting you and ruining your relationship with Jaehyun. I'm also sorry for being a part of the reason we're here in the first place," he said with a sigh.

"Johnny," you called. "You promised," you said and he shook his head turning to you. "And that promise I will keep, forever. I told you I'd never lie to you and I'm not. Sure I have in the past, but I'm not perfect. But right now I'm telling you the truth," he said lifting your chin with the pad of his thumb. He wiped your tears away.

"You're too pretty to cry," he said sincerely. He stared deep into your eyes. It felt like he was looking right into your soul.

"I'm sorry," he said. You chuckled. "My enemy is my friend," you said wiping away another tear. He nodded with a smile. "Friend? I think I like that," He said a warm feeling in his chest. He sighed, "Now come on put on your big girl pants, and let's get you that business," he said. You felt your confidence start to flow back into your body. You nodded.

"Let's do it," you said walking back alongside him.

"Since the two parties can not get a divorce until they are married for two years I can not divorce them," the judge spoke. "However, since Miss Y/N was tricked into signing the papers they shall be dismissed as ineligible and will not be seen as marriage. Meaning the business no longer has Ten and returns to the original owner," she said. "Until Y/n marry then the business shall be hers," she said.

"Case dismiss-"

"Wait!" your father said. He turned to you. "I've only ever wanted what's best for you Y/n. I'm sorry I assumed you needed a partner to run my business, to take care of you. I just couldn't trust that you'd succeed. But I realize now you are exactly the person I'd want to run my company," he said.

"That's wonderful sir but it says she still needs to be married and her partner will own it not her," she said. Your father nodded. "I know. But if her partner wants to give her the company, they can," he said to you. "Really?" you asked. He nodded. Your smile was wide until it fell. "I have no one to marry," you said.

Ten chuckled seeing you'd still fail.

"I'll get Jisung," your father said. "You can't leave," the judge said. "If that boy is not in the room it won't count," she said.

"I'll do it," Johnny said. "I'll marry her and after two years if she wants a divorce I'll sign the papers," he said. The two men rose in their chairs at his words. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Johnny of all people wanted to get married. You sook your head holding onto his arm.

"Johnny you don't have to do this. You've done enough," you pleaded. He shook his head looking into your eyes.

"I'm not doing it for me. I'm doing it for you. You've come this far. It's the least I can do," he said. You let your arm fall giving up on changing his mind. At this point, two years with Johnny was better than with Ten.

The papers were handed to him. You both signed the contract with your father as your witness. The two of you are now married in the eyes of the law. "I want to give her everything," he said. Johnny signed the company off to you and you officially became the full owner of your father's company. He couldn't be any more proud of you.

Jisung and Ten couldn't believe it. Everything was stripped away from them so quickly. "So as your first order of business. What do you wish to do Chairwoman Y/n?" Johnny asked. You smiled looking away from him and at Ten.

"Get these men out of my building. They are no longer welcome here," you said. Johnny smirked. "As you wish, honey," he said motioning the guards to remove them. Ten dropped to his knees in front of you begging you.

"Please Y/n forgive me. I love you," he said. You scoffed turning away. He grabbed onto your leg. "He made me do it! He threatened me!" he shouted as you tried to throw him off your leg. Johnny jumped up but security got involved grabbing onto Ten and throwing him out. You all left the building. Jisung came up to you with a smile on his face. "So what did the judge say?" he asked. You signed disappointed. "What?" he asked.

"She let her divorce Ten. But to get the company she had to marry someone. She married me but I have no poor intentions. I don't wish to ruin your relationship," he said holding his hand out to Jisung. Jisung was caught off guard by Johnny. Johnny had never really looked him in the eye before. He usually brushed past him in their shared house.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you Jisung. You may be a dork but you are kind and good to Y/n. That's all I want for her," he said. Jisung looked down at Johnny's hand and then at Johnny. Half of a smile appeared on his lips as he took Johnny's hand in his. The two men shook hands then Johnny left.

He stood beside Taeyong watching as your father walked up to both you and Jisung. He sighed at the sight.

"Are you okay?" Taeyong asked. Johnny nodded. "I will be," he said.

"You won't fight for her?" he asked both men watching you. Johnny shook his head. "Any chance I had was destroyed the night I took that video. She'll never be able to see anything else but that, no matter how hard we both try," he said putting both his hands in his pockets.

"The best thing I can do is leave her alone," he said. Taeyong turned to Johnny. "But you love her," he said. Johnny nodded, "I know. But as the new man I want to become. The only way I can make her happy is by letting her go," he said with a smile watching as Jisung and your father shook hands. He patted Jisung's shoulder and he looked down at you with the most loving look in his eyes.

Johnny knew he couldn't give you that. He knew the game of cat and mouse was over. It was time to grow up. Become a better person so he would no longer hurt the people around him, especially the people he loved. He promised himself the next time a girl like you came into his life he wouldn't treat her like he treated you.

Only a girl like you would never exist in his world. Because there's only one you and that's something he accepted. As he watched over the last months Jisung fell in love with you.

Taeyong scoffed crossing his arms over his chest. "How long did you know?" he asked. Johnny chuckled looking away. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said. Taeyong shook his head poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue. "You were never gonna send that video. You knew he loved her," he said.

"I knew since she approached him in our Anatomy class. She didn't notice me in the back but I was there," he said. You turned your head seeing Johnny was still there alongside Taeyong. You stared at him sending him a small wave. He waved back with a smile. He watched you turn back to Jisung holding onto his arm and laying your head on his shoulder.

Your father walked the two of you to his black limo. You wanted to peek at Johnny but didn't. He was the past. You sat in the limo beside Jisung as your father took the two of you to lunch.

Johnny watched the limo drive off. Once it was out of sight he sat inside his own Taeyong following behind. The limo took off in the opposite direction of yours.

“Your father seems to like me,” Jisung said as the two of you stepped inside your apartment. You both removed your shoes and jackets. You smiled as you removed your heels. You nodded. “It seems so. I’m still upset with him though,” you said going up to Jisung. He scrunched his lips in a frown. He pulled you into his embrace.

“Jisung,” you called face in his chest. You could feel his chest rise and fall. The warmth from his body fills yours.

“Yes?” He asked looking down at the top of your head.

“What happens now?” You asked. “What happens with all those boys?” You asked arms wrapping around him tighter. He sighed. “Well since you exposed them they all got kicked out of the Frat and I’m assuming it’s the same for school,” he said. You released him staring up into his eyes surreal written on your face.

“Really?” You asked. “How? Johnny and Jaehyun would never,” you said surprised. Jisung chuckled letting his arms fall from your back to your waist pulling you closer to him as you both walked over to your bedroom.

“It was Johnny’s idea. Jaehyun just agreed,” he said arms wrapped around your back. His front is close to your back. Your hands held onto his strong veiny arms. He placed a tender kiss on the side of your head. You turned the knob to your door. Jisung closed it with his foot. You both walked over to your bed sitting at the edge. Jisung followed sitting beside you.

“So they're all gone?” You asked. Jisung nodded. You hadn’t even realized their disappearance, only Yuta’s. You knew exposing them would hurt them but getting kicked out. You had no idea the school was on your side. “Johnny stepped down as well as a leader. He’s about to graduate anyway,” he said. “He left it to Jaehyun who will leave it to someone else in the future,” he said laying his arms back and using them to hold his body up.

You smiled proud of yourself. You had managed to destroy both their personal, family, and school lives. All of them would pay for their crimes. All of them hurt people, including Johnny you seemed to have been doing your best to make things right between him and you. You just wished he could fix things with the other girls he hurt, like Wendy.

You let out a sigh feeling a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. “It’s finally over,” you said looking towards your window. You then looked back at Jisung with a smile. His lips motioned yours, he’d been staring at them the whole time. “Time to celebrate,” you said eyes flicking from his, to his lips, and back to his.

He shook his head looking away. He chuckled rubbing his eyes. “You have to stop doing that,” he said. You giggled leaning closer to him. Hands pawing at your bed. “Like what?” You asked wide eyes looking at his. He chewed his lip focusing on the part between yours. Your eyes wide staring into his.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. Just off your intense stare alone, he could feel the twitch in his pants. You looked down from his eyes and this time at his cock. You looked back up into his sitting closer to him. “Jisung,” you called just below a whisper. He gulped. “Yes?” He asked his voice dropping an octave.

“Will you celebrate with me?” You asked your words dropping from your lips like a magic spell. He felt tranced by the sound of your voice. If you kept talking to him like that he’d exploded. He nodded jaw slacking. “Yea,” he said eyes still trained on yours. You giggled darkly. “What should do to celebrate?” You asked. Your hand met his neck creeping its way down his body. He watched your hand for a moment slide down his chest slowly.

“Should I reward you for everything you’ve done for me? Wrap my lips around your cock and make you feel good?” You asked voice hushed and soft like silk. Jisung sucked in a breath. His dick twitched in his pants. He chewed on his lip watching as your hand inched its way closer. Hovering over his dick your hand wrapped around it squeezing him. He groaned head falling back.

“Y/n please,” begged subtly trying to fuck his cock in your hand.

It was so hot. Watching Jisung squirm under your touch. His long hair was already a mess. Sweat formed on his forehead making a few hairs stick onto his forehead. His lips parted soft groans escaped his lips. You palmed him just above his jeans. You could feel his cock hardened in the grip of your hand.

You cooed at his reactions. His lips puffy and pouting out. His dazed eyes look into yours. Then you realized you didn't want to ruin him. You wouldn't treat him like the boys you had been with. You wanted ownership and control. With Jisung you could relax. Please him and still feel confident in your skin.

The idea of making Jisung feel good. Helping him reach his high went straight from your head to your pussy. You leaned over smirk on your lips. You couldn’t help it. You engulfed his lips with yours. He whined into your mouth hands reaching up and grabbing onto your hair. The kiss is passionate and full of hunger. You'd both been waiting for this. After months of tension and longing stares of want we're finally reaching the surface.

The desire for each other made you both mad. You wanted nothing more than to fuck him and make him feel good. Jisung had the same desires as you. Desperate to please you. Clinging onto your frame when you pulled away from his lips. He softly bit into your bottom lip pulling you closer to his mouth. His lips quickly on yours again.

When you both finally pulled away your chest rose up and down. Faces flushed, the tips of his ears red. "Y/n I want you so badly. I need you baby it hurts," he whined pushing his throbbing dick into your hand that remained covering it. You frowned leaning close to him.

"How can I make it go away?" you asked teasing tone in your voice. He shuddered feeling you squeeze him again. Tingles ran down his spine. His fingers gripped onto the sheets of your bed. His other hand wraps around the small of your back and squeezes onto your love handles.

"Touch me," he hushed, begging onto your lips. His pleading eyes looked into yours. He needed you so badly that it hurt him. He couldn't begin to understand. He never realized how badly he could desperately want another person. You tenderly kissed his jaw, kissing your way down the rest of his body.

You reached his exposed neckline breaking away only to pull his shirt over his head. His hair flopped down into place. His chest rose and fell. Your eyes danced around his naked torso. Lines carved out forming a v to his cock. You licked your lips. Jisung started to feel a little shy under your stare. You smiled up at him feeling his body tense. You kissed your way down his body.

He wanted nothing more than to flip you over. Shove his mouth between your legs and devour your pussy like a starved man. That day he tasted you on his fingers he swore when the opportunity came he'd taste every inch of you. He dreams about your sweet taste. He knew now in this moment he'd have to wait before he could explore your body. This time you'd take your time. Make him feel good. Silently thanking him for being there.

He didn't expect this from you. He just wanted to remain by your side for as long as you'd have him. He loved you more than anyone else in this world. He'd have his time with you. He'd give you everything if you wanted it.

But for now, he'd let you do whatever you'd like.

You pushed him back. His body lying flat on your bed. Leaning to your side you unbuckled his belt. Undoing his button he lifted his ass allowing you to remove his clothes. He went to reach out to touch you but you backed away shaking your head.

"I want to try this," you said. He raised a brow sitting up a little. "You've never given head before?" he asked a little confused. If you had never said anything he would have believed you had. You were making him feel so good before you even touched him. He thought you knew what you were doing.

You shook your head playing with the outline of his boxers. "No. My mother told me to never do it. She would say, "He already has you in his bedroom. Why do you need to do anymore?" you said a small chuckle leaving your lips. Jisung's eyes followed yours and your hands outlining his hard cock. A patch of wetness on his boxers. You sighed looking down at his cock squeezing his tip with your fingers.

He groaned loud bucking his hips upwards. "But you're not just any man. You're the man I love," you said looking into his eyes. He smiled wide your words touching his heart. Dancing through his mind. Your confession almost made him forget your wet lips were inches away from his dick.

You peeled back his underwear hard cock springing out angry and red. The cool air in your bedroom made him shudder.

Your intense gaze not helping. His dick glistened covered in precum. Curious hands of yours reached up grabbing the base of his cock. You jerked him watching as his jaw fell open. He couldn't tell which aroused him more. Seeing you with his cock in your hands or how good the small motion made him feel.

He twitched in your hand once your mouth inched closer. Your lips parted only wrapping around his tip. "Fuckkkk," he cursed his head falling back. Loud earthy groans erupted from his chest once you inched his way down your throat. You felt the gag coming but held it. You couldn't stop. He felt so heavy and hot on your tongue.

You sucked his dick slurring on his cock. His hands reached up grabbing a fist full of your hair and turning it into a ponytail. He wouldn't last long like this. Either he fucked you or played with your pussy well enough to make you cum. "Fuck Y/n your mouth feels so fucking good," he moaned eyes shutting and jaw slack. He looked down for a moment seeing his dick disappear past your lips.

He felt like exploding. But not like this. He didn't wanna cum in your mouth. He pulled you both his whole body tense. He felt like folding but didn't. You sat back wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and licking the rest of his precum mixed with your spit on the side of your mouth.

"Was I bad?" you innocently asked. Jisung sat further onto your bed shaking his head. His lips parted and his chest glistened with sweat. "No baby. You are perfect," he said. You felt the praise go straight to your head. Unable to hide the smile on your lips. He turned to you crawling to your side dick still hard and standing thick and tall.

"It was just too much. It felt too good," he said. He played with the hem of your shirt. You smiled lifting it over your head. He leaned forward lips close to your ear. His hand reached around to your white bra. With one hand he unclipped your bra watching it fall onto the ground.

"Now let me return the favor," he said. You giggled and he smiled. His hand gently laid you on your bed. He kissed your lips then made his way down your jaw, reaching your neckline and soon the valley of your breast. He moved his mouth over. Hot lips engulf your nipple. Flicking it with his tongue. His hand massaging the other one. Your hand reached up into his hair. Airy breaths escaped your lips. You wrapped your legs around him. Grinding your thinly covered pussy over his exposed stiff cock.

"Fuck Ji I need you so badly," you moaned. His lips still wrapped around your nipple. He nodded his hand traveling down your body. "I know baby I know. I'm gonna take good care of you," he said placing a kiss on your nipple. His hand slid past the waistline of your long flowy brown skirt. He went to lift your panties but found none. His eyes glowed as he felt the softness of your skin.

"No panties?" he teased raising his brow. His fingers traveled to your naked pussy scouting up your wetness and circling it around your clit. "Bad girl," he teased pressing down on your clit. You groaned loudly, louder than you ever have before. It made you nervous knowing you had a full staff working today. You covered your mouth but Jisung reached up removing it from your puckered lips.

He spoke no words to you just fucked his fingers into you preparing you for his cock. "Jisung please I need you," you whined. He nodded. "I know baby but let me get you ready," he said lifting your skirt with his free hand. "Besides I haven't even been able to taste you again," he said with a smirk. His fingers slipped out of you. He pulled the skirt off your body exposing your naked frame to the room.

He couldn't help the drool that pooled at the corners of his mouth. He could see every curve of your body. The curve of your breast, hips, and ass. Every inch of your body is perfect to him. It made his cock twitch. He covered himself with his hands as he admired you. He didn't jerk off, he just admired concealing himself for a moment before he watched as you spread your legs open wide for him.

He gawked at the sight of your glistening core. He wasted no time preparing you. He launched down and like a starved man he ate every inch of your pussy. He licked and sucked on your clit his fingers toying with your entrance. He fucked one finger inside soon followed by another. Both fingers are soaked with your wetness. He pressed your body down with his free hand continuing his assault on your clit. He craved your taste. He was so grateful to have you under your pussy in his mouth. It was his turn to give you everything.

You were unable to control the sounds that left your lips. Head tossing and turning. Your hands gripping tightly onto his thick dark high. Rutting your poussy against his pink lips. His waist fucking into your mattress the more you used his face. No one had ever made you feel like Jisung did. The way he wasn't eating you just to get it over with but to make you feel amazing. To help you and be the reason you feel euphoric. Whatever it was and what he was doing felt too good to let go. You made sure he was yours after this.

His skills shocked you. You already knew he was good with his hands but his mouth too? You couldn't help but wonder what his cock would feel like deep inside you.

"Jisung baby I'm so close," you moaned tightly holding onto his hair. He tilted his head up fingers still deep and curved inside you. "Cum in my mouth baby let me taste more of you," he said breathlessly. A few more licks and you came hard in his mouth. He groaned into your pussy sending vibrations throughout your body. Jisung spilled onto your mattress as well. Unable to control himself.

He distracted himself allowing himself time to get hard again but sucking up all your cum and taking some of it on his fingers. He lifted his two fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth for him sucking both fingers past your lips. The scene itself was enough to make him hard again.

He aligned himself at your entrance then realized he wasn't wearing a condom. "Y/n do you want me to wear a condom?" he asked. You lifted yourself on your elbows shaking your head.

"No it's fine I'm on the pill," you said. "Besides," you smiled. "I want to feel you," you said teasing smile. He sent you one back. Grabbing onto his dick he aligned it at your entrance. He slowly pushed his head into you. His tip slowly inching inside.

He sank further and further into your tight pussy waiting for you to let him know when he could move. He held his breath the entire time apart of him afraid to fuck things up. He needed this to be perfect for you. He needed every time you were with him to feel good. He wanted to make you feel this good every day. There was a slight pain once he fully bottomed inside you. You tried to ignore it. The burning you felt.

After a few silent beats of unsteady breathing, you tapped his bicep to move. He moved slow at first his face contorted in pleasure. He wasn't even fucking you yet and he already felt so close to bursting. He lifted you flipping you both over so you'd be on top. Legs on either side of him. You rocked your hops forward picking up speed. Jisung held onto your waist and back tightly nails digging into your plush skin.

You bounced on his cock head falling back in a daze. "Fuck Ji," you cursed. He sat up tightly gripping your waist and fucking fast into you. He slammed himself into you hard picking up his pace. From this angle, he was so close to you. The front of your body pressed against his. Both your bodies are connected mixed with sweat and cum. He groaned loudly feeling you squeeze around him.

He was losing his mind. You were lost in the feeling. "Fuck baby I love you," he moaned and you smiled moving some strains of hair from his face. You leaned down placing a passionate kiss on his hot lips. When you pulled apart your forehead rested on his. "I love you too," you said back. He smiled brightly still at a loss for words. Unable to steady his breathing at the feeling of you wrapped around him so deliciously tight.

"Faster Ji," you moaned head falling back. He flipped the two of you over. Lifting your legs around his waist. He grabbed onto yours angling your body and spreading you wide. His cock digging deeper into your pussy. He was so deep inside you his dick with a slight curve brushed over your spot. You moaned out loud almost choking. Jisung smirked quickening his pace.

"That feel good?" he asked between breaths. You nodded but he shook his head. "Words baby or I'll stop," he lied. "It feels so good Jisung," you moaned eyes shut lost in pleasure. "Good girl," he said. His eyes traveled down to where his dick disappeared inside you. "Fuck baby I could fuck you for hours," he said feeling himself getting closer to his high.

You raised your brow growing a smirk on your lips. "What's stopping you?" you asked playfully. Your hand reached around him pulling him closer to you. The other held on tightly to your sheet like it would save you from Jisung's dick that drilled inside you.

"Fuck baby I'm so close," you moaned head falling back. Your moans grew louder and pussy tightened around his cock. He reached his hand around his fingers circling your clit. Your moans are higher pitched with the added feeling. Both of you loud groans echo in your bedroom. He gritted his teeth determined to bring you both there. He felt your release. Your pussy soaking his dick. The squishing sounds you made as he continued to fuck you. Some of your cum dribbling down the sides of his shaft.

Overstimulated you squeezed around him. He squeezed around him one last time before he spilled. He coaxed your inside your cum mixing with his. He road out both your highs before he slowly pulled out. "Fuck," you cursed head falling onto your pillow. You looked up at him. He was kneeling on your bed, naked and glistening. His chest rose up and down, lips parted and high sticking to his forehead. The sight itself was enough to have you soaked again.

Jisung turned to you lovingly. He moved beside you placing a kiss on your lips. "I'll go get a towel," he said. But you pulled his arm stopping him. You smiled sitting up from your bed. You leaned closer to his lips. "Or we could just take a shower," you teased. He nodded scouting you up in his arms. "We can do that too," he said placing a gentle kiss on your nose before he carried you into the bathroom.

"I love you," he said as he lay next to you in bed. You smiled at him both of you naked under the soft covers holding each other in a warm embrace.

"I love you," you said back a smile on both your lips and in your eyes. You have found not only your friend but your person. Jisung understood you and loved you no matter how ugly life got. No matter what you did in your past or future. You saw him and he saw you. He wasn't a loser to you. He was someone you loved.

He felt honored to be loved by you. Someone he'd loved from afar for so long had finally seen him.

Took you long enough.

Two Years Later.

Just after finalizing your divorce with Johnny Jisung waited in the car as you stood outside the prison Ten currently sat in. You had sent him a letter two years ago but never came to meet in person. The letter told him how upset you were at him but wanted to hear his side of things.

You walked inside with a police officer by your side. You walked into a room with a chair. behind a desk. Ten sat at the other side. You felt nervous in the days leading up to now. However, with Ten sitting across from you it didn't feel as bad anymore.

"I got your letter," he said peeling the paint on the desk. “I was wondering when you’d finally show,” as he spoke he refused to look into your eyes. You sighed looking at him.

“I just want to know why,” you said still a bit of pain in your voice. "Why did you send my father the video?" you asked.

He lifted his head slightly. “Does Jisung know you here?” He asked. You nodded your head. Ten lightly scoffed a smile on his lips.

“I was angry,” he said. “And jealous,” he said the words just slipped from his tongue so easily. “I knew you loved me Ten but was it all worth it?” You asked. He shrugged.

“You were mine for a few days. What a few days from forever?” He asked finally looking into your eyes. You sighed wishing he’d understand your feelings for him were not the same as his.

You shook your head. “On paper yes,” you nodded. “But I never felt the way you feel for me you,” you said shaking your head. “I never will Ten and that’s okay. I’m not saying your feelings for me don’t matter because they do. You were one of my best friends. I cared for you like my friend and you betrayed me. You kept secrets from me. Friends don’t do that,” you said the hurt in your voice heard.

“Push away any romantic feelings aside I know deep down at a certain point you viewed me as your friend,” you said. He shook his head. “I never saw you as my friend Y/n. I liked you the moment you helped me,” he confessed.

“I think I was just more upset I couldn’t tell you myself,” he shamefully said. “I wanted to tell you, I did. But I lost my chance to,” he said. “I’m sorry I fought Jisung and I’m sorry for hurting you. I never meant to cause you pain. I just wanted to have you, even for a moment. I know you don’t feel the same way and I’ve accepted it but just for a moment,” he said.

“I’m sorry I forced you to love me,” he said letting his head fall. You chewed on your lip. “I forgive you,” you said. He picked his head back up, a hopeful look in his eyes. You stood up from your seat. “I wish you the best in life Ten, truly I do,” you said to him. The hope faded from his eyes and was instead replaced with understanding. He nodded head falling in shame.

“Thank you for forgiving me,” he said before you walked away. Out of his life forever.

Everyone else remained the same. The men all apologized to you but remained with crushed egos and low self-esteem thanks to you. Johnny let you go. Jaehyun wrote a book about you and finally moved on as well. Haechan goes to therapy. Doyoung moved back home to help his community by working as a tutor. Jungwoo became an actor and Wendy a singer. You're all busy now but still make time for Sunday brunch.

Yuta is still missing. But the last everyone heard he was working on a farm in Japan. Mark transferred schools and is still scared of you. YangYang is working on himself and how he treats girls. Jaemin’s business was surprisingly successful. He’s made a living selling weed even though he doesn’t have to, his parents are extremely wealthy.

Jeno and you are still at each other's throats but for the most part, keep it quiet around the family. And Si Cheng is still in China forced to work with his father. Most of their families cut them off or at least about half of what they normally got.

Chenle got better at hacking and now working for the government. And you and Jisung are still happily together.

You traveled, and your business is even 10x more successful than it was when your father owned it. He retired. You also learned to love yourself.

It no longer bothers you when people call you an

“Easy A”

You may have been the reason they all got kicked out of school and lost thousands of dollars to their names as well as a few of their titles. Some of their parents even cut them off since you exposed all their lies. But to you, it was all worth it.

If you had the chance you'd do it all over again.

Fin

GUYS omg I can't believe it's finally done. Let me just say thank you all so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this final part of the series. It took me so long to write this, you don't understand. I would start the chapter and then delete it. Then started again it was bad lol. I didn't know how to start or end it.

Then I thought about it and I wrote this. I didn't leave my computer the whole night. I just got to work. I told my roommate when she asked what I was wondering I was writing an essay for school. This at first definitely felt like an essay.

I am really proud of how the series turned out. Let me know what you think. This series was really fun to write even though I felt stuck sometimes. I'm really excited it's over but I'm also sad. I'm gonna miss writing about Y/n and her ruin all these men's lives.

Overall thank you so much for reading and please be on the lookout for future projects.

Thank you.

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.. sweetheart .. pairing. jeong yoonoh/jaehyun x female reader genre. angst, fluff pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. you realize the man you hate might actually be quite hot. wc. 0.9k cw. “enemy”!jaehyun, nerd!reader tw. enemies to lovers kinda?, cursing, mentions murder (it’s a silly joke), depictions of violence (all in good fun), reader realizing she might like jae a/n. third work in the jaehyun birthday event! i really like this one actually?! not proofread or edited, sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!

You were sitting in silence at your desk, peacefully writing down the notes the professor was yelling out over the entirety of the room, loud enough so that anyone should be able to hear her. However, beside you sat your very oblivious seatmate, Jaehyun, who had no idea what she was even talking about, earbuds in his ears as he blasted some hardcore rock music as loud as he possibly could, loud enough that you heard every beat precisely, almost as clear as he heard it himself. His phone was pulled out behind his textbook that he had stood up on top of his desk, which made it very obvious that he was hiding something behind it, but the professor was too fed up with the day that she didn’t bother to scold him about it as she always did, just wanting to leave and go home, deeming it not worth the argument today when she has barely over ten minutes left to continue speaking her mind about the given topic.

You sighed deeply, yet nearly silently as you glanced over at the incompetent male next to you. He was older than you, but not by much at all, and he certainly did not act as though he was older than you in any sense, if anything he acted younger than you. You were already fed up with his shit and you only recently joined his class, a new semester starting up which brought the beginning of this new class, with him by your side.

You couldn’t help but feel like the universe was picking on you to an extent. I mean, pairing you up with someone like him. You focused on school all the time, homework was a stress-relief for you, and if your hand didn’t have a pencil in it, your head was buried in a random book you pulled off one of many bookshelves littering your near-empty dorm bedroom. Meanwhile, Jaehyun hasn’t completed a single assignment for any subject on his own, making either his friends – meaning the ones who kiss his ass to be considered “cool” around the campus – do it for him, or he simply flirts with the professor into passing him for the assignment, whether he’s done it or not. He seems like he has a superiority complex, like he believes he’s all high and mighty, better than everyone he’s surrounded by.

You hated that. You truthfully loathed that about him.

Not to mention, he noticed that you liked to hang out by yourself and he took it into his own hands to find you friends so you’re not lonely, because he thought that’s why you were always separated from the crowd. There is no explanation for why he decided he needed to be the one to find you friends, but he did it without asking you first, showing up to your dorm with a bunch of random people and inviting him, as well as those random people, into your place.

Now that you’re sitting in class, waiting for the professor to dismiss the class so she could go home and rest for the rest of the day, you couldn’t help but glare at him. You wanted to rip his gorgeous brown strands of hair out of his perfectly sculpted head, gauge his stunningly tired hazel eyes out, and rip that tongue out of his sexy mouth as he flicked it over his bottom lip while focusing on something popping onto his phone screen.

“What are you looking at me for?” he asked, eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity in them, pulling one earbud out of his ear, waiting for a response.

“I just realized you’re quite handsome,” you shrugged, turning back to your notes as you glanced up at the professor again.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where did this come from?” he sat up quickly, bumping the desk and sending his textbook falling down onto the desk, a loud bang echoing through the room, all eyes snapping over to him. He apologized quietly to his classmates and the professor who simply sighed, waving his apologies off, being so accustomed to his disturbances by now that it didn’t bother her quite as much as it would’ve when she had first welcomed him to her class.

“Yes, Mr. Jeong, I’m well aware you’re sorry, you always are, aren’t you?” she inhaled deeply, speaking again only as she exhaled, “Well, that should be all for today’s class session anyway. Please, enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”

She spun on her heels and walked to her desk, gathering her things before racing out the door, making her way out faster than any of the students themselves had even gotten out of their chairs. You stood up as well, scoffing with a subtle wink as you looked over at Jaehyun who was just sitting there staring up at you, his head cocked, looking like a lost puppy, “I will simply kill you with kindness since the alternative is illegal.”

With those words, you packed your books into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder before walking out the same door the professor had exited from. He hurried after you, question after question flying out of his constantly gaped mouth until you arrived in front of your dorm, sighing and spinning around to poke his chest with your pointer fingers, “This is where you stop, but I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

He nodded quickly, “Definitely. I’ll meet you here in the morning. When’s your first class?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, genuinely not being able to believe he was kissing your ass so much. I mean, all you were trying to do was play the same game he’s playing with you, but toward him instead. How is he falling for it so quickly? You laughed before handing him your phone, letting him put his number into the device before throwing it back into your pocket, “I’ll text you.”

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multifandomslxt · 1 year

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hey sis I have a question which nct 127 members are rough during sex and which one's arent?

Have a nice dayyy

xoxo

Rough Usually

Yuta (Are you surprised?)

Jaehyun (Depends on the day but the man can be selfish asf when he wants to cum)

Johnny (RARE. Also depends on the day and how you were behaving)

Haechan (He's a brat. He wants to be fucked rough and he wants to fuck rough. Plain and simple)

Not Rough Usually

Taeyong (OMG. He just wants you to feel good. Would literally break his heart to get rough with you)

Mark (He's too scared but dw I think you could convince him)

Jungwoo (You'd have to beg him to be rough with you. You're literally his baby so he treats you like a fragile china doll)

HALF AND HALF

Doyoung (YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA GET!)

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luxurijh · 2 years

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jaehyun fanfics recommendation.

last update: 25 dec 2022 (merry xmas!)

disclaimer! these works belong to the respective authors and are not mine. i will continously update this post as i found more and more gems (read: jae fic) on the internet).

warning! most of the works are containing smut aka not safe for work aka explicit sexual contents, so minors PLEASE do not engage.

some of fics are in indonesian (i'll give it a note).

you're welcome to message me if you have any jaehyun fics recommendation (i'll put them here if i like it).

here we go!

One-shots.

all these years. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, smut, slowburn. college!au. childhood friend to lover!au. how does your relationship with jaehyun stand the test of time? note: i LOVE this soooo much! the slowburn drives me nuts but jaehyun is SO fucking flirty i wanna punch his face.

domaine de la romanée. by @heartau. jaehyun x female reader. angst, smut, slowburn. richkid!au. warning: very, very, very explicit sexual content. even the most pure become tainted when their eyes meet his. this was doomed from the start; you knew it was dangerous, you knew it was bad - but all those thoughts left your mind the second he made you feel good.

dive. by @yougotthatbilly. jaehyun x female reader. smut. fratboy!au, college!au. warning: oiud smoking.

sleep well, princess. by @anashins. jaehyun x female reader. ft. big brother!taeyong. fluff, angst, romance, smut, slow burn. big brother's bestfriend!au, childhood friend-to-lover!au.

hot girl bummer. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. tw: dubcon, potentially triggering. you hate your brother's bestfriend.

team captain. by @smileysuh. jaehyun x female reader. smut, crack. fratboy!au, college!au. jaehyun is a notorious lady killer, everyone wants him. except for you, yuta's bestfriend.

mr.jung. by @domjaehyun. jaehyun x female reader. smut. ceo!jaehyun. secretary!reader.

kating ganteng. by lanlunanit. jaehyun x female oc. fluff, angst. college!au. tw: car crash, potentially triggering. written in indonesian. fics in chat format.

wine, vinyls, and flannels. by teenfinite123. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst. romance. leaving a friend's crowded apartment party, playing vinyls, and drinking cheap wine at 1 am.

please stay. by Diana_1203. jaehyun x rose. nctpink. angst, romance. for she was just a mere princess who was head over heels for the brave warrior.

Chaptered.

Completed.

ethereal. by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, slice of life, slow burns. he was the living definition of ethereal, and his beauty shone the most on the inside.

aurora. sequel of ethereal by @celestialmark. jaehyun x female reader. fluff, angst, slice of life, slow burns. even when you were in the middle of breaking his heart, he still made the conscious decision to see the best in you. note: i love this masterpiece SOOOOO fucking much! so much feeling that's wrecking my heart (i'm SO glad it has a happy ending). i hate how jaehyun is so surreal, too beautiful to be true. wishing we have this kind of jaehyun at least one in our live.

On-going.

secrets of the hill. by @baobaojng. jaehyun x female reader. angst, fluff. 1800's jaehyun!au, arranged marriage!au. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6? inactive. in the present day you are confused; you do not know who you are and you find yourself on an impossible quest to find out— until you wake up in the 1800’s, engaged to a hauntingly beautiful and uptight man who tries to figure out why the girl he’s been betrothed to has drastically changed. note: i love this fic sooooooooo much and it makes me sad the last time the author updated this fic was back then in 2020 ;;

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Tudo que eu ouvi sobre esse tal amor me assusta - Mark Lee

gênero: angst;

notas: nada a declarar, eu te amo, Mark Lee e eu chorei HORRORES escrevendo essa. (spoiler da próxima no final fé que vocês descobrem.)

Mark se afastou de você assim que percebeu que sentia algo diferente quando você estava por perto. Quando percebeu que estava se apaixonando.

Você não entendeu o motivo do sumiço repentino do canadense que era sua única companhia, mas sentiu uma tristeza profunda. Você achou que Mark seria diferente e não te magoaria, talvez seja por isso que optou por deixar de lado o medo de se envolver, mas agora havia visto que ele também te decepcionaria.

Você cometeu um pecado enorme: Se apaixonou por Mark Lee.

Você o observou de longe, ele estava sentado numa mesa, solitário, escrevendo algo em seu caderno. Você sorriu minimamente, talvez ele estivesse escrevendo mais uma de suas lindas poesias. Cogitou se aproximar, porém desistiu quando viu que, ao notar seu olhar, ele se levantou e mudou de lugar. Essa doeu, Mark Lee...

Ao final do dia, você já estava exausta. Das aulas, da rotina, do próprio coração despedaçado... Decidiu então até abandonar a aula que estava prestes a acabar. Estava desgastada demais para absorver o conteúdo da aula.

"Eu quero te explicar tudo.", você ouviu a voz de Mark atrás de si quando caminhava sozinha para sua residência.

"Você simplesmente me abandona, me evita e me isola, e agora quer falar comigo como se nada tivesse acontecido? É bom ter uma boa explicação...", ele ouve quieto e suspira, como se estivesse prestes a explodir.

"Você pode vir comigo, por favor?", ele pede. Você apenas concorda. Quer ouvir o que ele tem a dizer.

Quando chegam num lugar mais calmo, ele começa:

"Tudo o que eu ouvi sobre esse tal... amor... me assusta. Dizem que dói, dizem que é bom, mas pra mim não importa, eu só sinto o medo. Eu acho que te amo mas...", ele não continua. Se sente covarde em se expor dessa maneira. Você por outro lado, se sente mais tranquila com a revelação. Entende o que ele sente porque também se sentiu assim um dia.

"Você não aprendeu a amar?", você completa. Ele suspira em confirmação. "Eu te ensino, Mark...", você segura nas mãos dele. Ele foge do seu toque como se fosse areia por entre os seus dedos.

"Eu amo tanto você, sorrio ao te ver mas... Não quero mais te ver.", ele diz, o coração dentro do peito dói. Você sente as lágrimas rolando por sua bochecha.

"Mas Mark...", você sussurra, magoada.

"Eu amo você, de verdade, mas... não vai funcionar...", ele te abraça uma última vez enquanto você chora com o coração partido. "Me desculpa...", ele diz e te deixa sozinha, chorando. Mark Lee era um poeta que não sabia amar.

#Spotify #mark angst #nct127 angst #nct angst #nct dream angst #mark scenarios #nct127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios

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ddmmyuta · 2 years

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lee taeyong’s ideal type

before you read: some nsfw parts, fluff, deep stuff, swearing

lee taeyong, bu bu, neomu neo chicken, korea’s senpai… he’s a man of many things. I think taeyong is quite a complex person when it comes to love. one minute he’s talking about how he is all shy and cute around you, but the next minute he’s talking about ramming you like there is no tomorrow! anyways… here are my thoughts on lee taeyong and what he wants in a future relationship…

★Personality:

someone who is: caring, emotional, mature, soft, sensitive, socially dominant, pure

I think taeyong wants a partner who truly cares for him and his emotions cause he does the same for you. he doesn’t want someone who can’t get in touch with their emotions and confront their internal or external issues. he seems to enjoy being taken care of and also caring for someone, and I think he values that quality in a significant other as well. he tends to think more innocently and closed off at certain points, therefore I think he’d appreciate a mature partner who can give him perspective and help him understand things he can’t. someone who is sympathetic and sweet towards others always gets him weak in the knees. introverted or extroverted, he likes someone who can dominate social situations, wether it’s at work or just hanging out, he likes someone who communicates easily and enjoys social interaction, but he doesn’t mind staying at home with you. he’s definitely into people who are pure, people who haven’t experienced everything they’ve wanted to experience cause I think he’d love to teach you stuff and experience new things with you as well.

let’s go head first into the horny pool: he pretends to be a top but really he is a bottom, so a partner who can do both (a switch basically) is his favorite. you are his muse… a new NCT horny song? babes it’s for you! he loves someone who is confident when it comes to the sideway salsa, not necessarily someone super experienced, just confident.

★Physical:

someone who is/has: long-ish hair, shorter than him, soft features (like a puppy face), pretty thighs

homeboy loves shorter girls, like his ego just thrives off of it. I’m not saying his partner has to be a fucking elf, I’m just saying that he prefers to look down than up at his lover. he might like short hair, but I think he likes longer hair more (imo), he would just love to play with it and even tie it or braid it for you. I think someone with a soft-ish appearance and innocent like aura attracts him. puppy eyes, pupils as big as the earth, chubby cheeks, plump lips… he would die for that. I really think bubu is a thigh guy… boobs? meh! ass? meh! THIGHS? SIGN HIM UP! (for clarity I’m not saying thick thighs or skinny thighs, all thighs are hot no matter the cellulite, scars or fat on them).

once again, let’s dive deeper into the horny pool: he loves it when you sit on his lap and he sees your thighs spread out… like her gets super hot at that simple little thing. he is a body worshipper, so I feel like he would love everything about you… BUT YOUR THIGHS IS HIS FAVORITE! He would love to look into your eyes as you are topping him like the queen/king you are.

anyways… hope y’all enjoyed that. remember that this is all delulu and fictional but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be horny! embrace the slutty side of you, trust me it’s life changing! love you!

#nct taeyong #taeyong #nct smut #nct127 #nct 127 #taeyong smut #taeyong scenarios #taeyong fanfic #taeyong fluff #taeyong packs #taeyong angst #nct x reader

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gyuswhore · 1 year

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requesting for a jaehyun x reader angst? But with happy ending 🥹🥹 haven’t had a cry from reading in awhile 🫠

Okay I left the ending suggesting a happy ending bc if I was to write it all out we'd be here for ages

But I really hope this struck the chords you wanted it to, I tried my best with it!

masterlist

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reaping:

Sometimes you'd still wake up expecting to find him snoring next to you. You'd open your eyes and find his warmth to reach out to, allowing it to lull you back to sleep. But time and time again, you're waking up to an empty mattress.

Four months in, progress should've been made. They say it's easier to accommodate physically after a break up, that your body moves on before your heart does. You ask yourself if your heart will ever move on when you're still stuck in the same routine. One that you find impossible to break, a dreadful cycle of doing all the things you once did with him; of things you now do alone.

Staring into the abyss that is your coffee, you find yourself wondering how long you'll keep doing this to yourself.

Your friends were cautious to inform you that he may have already moved on, seeing him out with someone else that could only have been a date. You could only sigh in response. What was there to be mad at when you were the one who let him go.

This was your own fault, allowing yourself to believe you'd be fine without him. A mistake was made when you took settling into each other as a spark that had gone dull.

There's a part of you that can't help but blame the stories you've read and the movies you've watched. You had manipulated yourself into believing your life with Jaehyun would've been an everlasting ending scene. That the dramatics were here to stay with the nervousness and outrageous excitement.

That there would be no ending credits, and you could live in the epilogue of your pining for the rest of your lives.

You want to grab your coat and leave, walk the miles and stomp right up his doorsteps. You want to beg for his forgiveness, for your own delusions, for thinking your love was a theatric. You wanted him to know it was haunting you, that he doesn't need to think about what he did wrong.

Because he never did anything wrong.

So that is what you do, on a particularly unbearable Tuesday night. The air is stagnant as you skip the thinking and ring his doorbell. The sound hangs while you wait for a response, you're suddenly conscious; his mind is probably racing as he finds you on the monitor.

It's your knees that almost give out when he opens the door, right before you were about to turn around and away.

It's like someone dug a knife into an already open wound, and you question your dear graces how you could've convinced yourself to give him up.

You're looking at him in the flesh after 4 full months, and it's like he never left. Everything is the same, save the hollowness you had dug out the last time you saw him.

"Can we talk?" You whisper, and you want to bury yourself for having the audacity to have a quivering voice. Not after becoming the person that had ruined it all.

He's showing you a sad, melancholic smile, and you want nothing but to fill it with the happiness he deserves.

"Come inside, love"

#nct #nct fluff #nct angst #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #nct fics #jaehyun #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun drabbles #jaehyun fic #nct127 #nct dojaejung #em.writes #em.anon

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yutahoes · 2 years

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Polarity

Teaser - Chapter One - Chapter Two

characters: mafia boss! Yuta Nakamoto x innocent! florist! reader

summary: While running away, you seemed to be moving closer to the man you were avoiding. Are you even heading to the right direction?

chapter word count: 1.6 k words

chapter genre: angst, fluff (if you close your eyes)

chapter warning: super innocent main character, language, blood, gun, killing, flirty(?) Jaehyun (I swear this is a Yuta fic)

There are a lot of triggers that don't sit well with minors so please keep in mind that some scenes are disturbing and purely fictional. Inspired by Koi no Dangan.

a/n: I honestly haven't written a follow-up for this. My writing speed is so slow and I'm honestly so lost on what I should do. So if you have suggestions for what you want to happen in the next chapters, I promise that would help a lot. 😁 Thank you for your warm welcome. Sorry, I cannot reply to you all but I'm really happy to be back and see you all again. Thank you for letting me write for you again. 🥰

taglist: @sourirensoleille @kyuprincess @nuoyipeach @anonjyxd @a-bts-world @a-place-filled-with-random @smolbeanieee @yumilovesavocado @imnotsureokay @dhaly-g

But moving away means huge money. And where would you go? Another country? That will cost a lot of money. Another city? But that won't guarantee that you will be safe from another mafia group.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you list your expenses for the month and the salary you’re receiving from this flower shop gig. Should you get another part-time job? A job that would pay you a hundred thousand a night perhaps? Is there even a job like that?

"What's with the long face?" Sophie, the owner of the flower shop, asked. "It's bad for the business." You apologized but she just stared at you worriedly. "What's wrong, Y/N?" She had always been the older sister you never had. It wasn’t the best impression when you first met her, but she had always been there for you and even took you in when she first built this flower shop. “Is it about your dad? I told you to just send him to the hospice, you can have the freedom by yourself.” But you cannot do that, he’s the only one in your family left. You cannot just abandon him like that.

You dropped the pen and then stared at her in question. “Do you know any job where I can get a hundred thousand per night?”

She laughed. A boisterous laugh that made you sigh. Of course, that would be stupid. There’s not a job like that. “You’re pretty and you’re young. You could sell yourself.” The older suggested which made you look at her. Sell yourself? How? Like in a market? “I’m pretty sure those old men would have a field day seeing you.”

What? You’re so lost. What is she talking about? “What? I don’t get it.”

Sophie gave you a frustrated sigh. “If you sell your body to those old men, they’ll definitely pay you a hundred thousand. Sometimes even more.”

“Really? How?”

“By sleeping with them and bearing them a child.”

Your eyebrows scrunched in question, “How do you bear a child?”

You can see how she looked at you as if you were stupid. And with how she judged you, you felt like you were. “You’re a hopeless virgin.” She claimed while shaking her head. “I’ll ask around.” You nodded, thanking her for that. “Y/N, please don’t let anyone corrupt your innocence.”

Your talk was cut off when the door chime rang and a customer entered. It was weird seeing a guy clad in black clothes and wearing sunglasses, asking for a flower suggestion. But you weren’t one to judge. A customer means business and you’re more than happy that someone is buying flowers at this time of day.

The guy kept on returning for three days in a row, sometimes twice a day, which you found rather odd. You were convinced that he was after your boss since Sophie would always entertain him and you would just arrange the flowers he would buy. On the fourth day, however, he came in the morning even if your boss isn’t around. He bought a bouquet of tulips, like on any typical day, without asking for Sophie. Maybe he really is a customer.

That afternoon though, instead of the man in black who usually comes in, a familiar dimpled guy appeared at the door of the flower shop that startled you. “You didn’t call me.” How did he find you here? Is this merely a coincidence?

“I lost your card.”

“Lost or threw?” He knows. He locked the door of the shop which made you revolt but he only stepped closer to you, pulling the sleeve of your shirt. “You didn’t clean your wound.” he whispered, “You could die because of this, Y/N.” It’s just a gunshot wound. How bad can it get?

If it wasn’t for Jaehyun, you wouldn’t notice how the part of your arm where the wound is was swelling. He explained it was natural and since you left the wound in the open, it is infected. You didn’t understand anything but felt bad that you dismissed his warning. But why is he so concerned about you? “I gave you my card so I can help you clean your wound or if anything happens, you can call me. I like brave girls but I hate stubborn girls the most.”

“You don’t need to concern yourself with me.”

He smiled, a dimple popping out from his cheek. Well, Jaehyun is rather handsome. You had to note that. But he’s related to a mafia and that’s a huge red flag already. “I don’t," You shrugged, he really shouldn't be.

"...but I’m grateful.” He claimed which surprised you. Grateful about what? “If it weren’t for you, the leader of the Nakamoto group would be dead. Of course, you don’t realize how big that is. But because of you, Y/N, the group is alive.” You didn’t know if it was his serious tone or the weight of his statement that made you hush. Jaehyun stared straight at you, “And a young child wouldn’t be more traumatized.”

“So Miss Y/N Y/L/N, like it or not, you’re already involved in this mafia group.” The words you dread to hear. “Unless you pay off your debt.”

Maybe Sophie’s suggestion of selling yourself would be a good idea.

Jaehyun stood by the door. From the outside, you can see the customer you have been noticing for days approaching the shop. He’s pretty late today. “And be careful outside. There might be people after you.”

If there is one thing that Jaehyun was right about, it is the fact that you were stubborn. It was the reason why you still went to the mafia’s house even if your father told you not to get involved. Yet why are his words repeating in your mind? It wasn’t a big deal. You pushed a guy when you saw that he was in trouble. Anyone could easily do it. But why is it bugging you like this?

Another is his warning. You didn’t try to notice it before but you were so paranoid right now that you do feel that someone is following you. Why did you leave the shop this late? You should have just come to work early tomorrow to do the inventory and not today.

From the windows of the closed shop, you can spot a tall man in sunglasses walking in the same way as you are. The same eerie man who kept coming back to your shop for days. Is he following you? Why? Hastily, you made a sharp turn to a dark alleyway and started scrambling to get something from your bag, the pepper spray Sophie had given you for this situation.

You weren’t surprised when he appeared in front of you. But your eyes widened in surprise when you heard a gunshot followed by the man falling on the ground, blood quickly pooling on your feet. You looked up to see a familiar pair of dark, predatory orbs staring at the body in front of you while putting down the gun he obviously used.

Why is the mafia boss here? And why did he kill this person in front of you? “Take him.” You saw how the man with brown hair, who you remembered as Mark, appeared in the alleyway and started dragging the bloody away. You only stared at the trail of blood, your heart thumping fast that you could feel your face heat up.

“You didn’t have to kill him, boss.” You knew that voice. Jaehyun. “How can we get information from him?” He walked to where you are, greeting you casually. “We’re seeing you too often, Y/N.”

“What’s happening? Why…?”

“His group is kidnapping girls and selling them as prostitutes to the black market.” It was Yuta who said those words, keeping his gun on the holster by his belt.

Jaehyun grinned. “You’re lucky you didn’t get kidnapped and sold.” Wow, you thought, you really attract the things you were thinking about. Aren’t you just considering selling yourself? You didn't know you could be near that plan because of that eerie man. “Didn’t I warn you to be careful?” he asked, wiping something from your cheeks. The handkerchief has a splotch of blood that startled you.

“You can keep on flirting all you want. I’ll leave first.” The leader just turned around and started walking away without looking back. You wanted to thank him for saving you but you cannot find your voice or your courage for that matter.

Jaehyun asked to drive you home which you didn’t turn down because of what happened earlier. You can still feel your hands shaking at the thought of the vivid scene. Instead of just the street heading to your home, he actually dropped you in front of your house. He handed you his card once again, “I’m not doing this to flirt with you. But if you needed anything, just call.” You nodded, putting the card in your pocket before going out of his car. You thanked him and he immediately left.

You breathed heavily before heading inside your house. You cannot show your father that you're shaken up like this. Calm down, Y/N. You're safe now. That wouldn't happen again. “Who’s that?” Your dad asked once you were inside the house, him staring outside the window. “Why are you coming home in a car?”

You didn’t want to lie to your dad but you didn’t want to tell him the truth either. “It was Sophie’s boyfriend. He just gave me a ride home since it’s late.” Maybe a little white lie wouldn’t hurt. You cannot let him know that you’re now involved with the mafia he owes money from.

Then that sentence replayed to you. Jaehyun was right once again. You are now involved with the mafia. They know who you are, where you work, and where you live.

The shaking of your hands came back, heart thumping real fast that you felt your face will burst from the heat. You will never be safe from now on, Y/N.

Chapter Three

#yuta #yuta nakamoto #mafia yuta #nct yuta #yuta angst #polarity #nakamoto yuta #nct127 yuta #yuta nakamoto angst

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2jaeh · 2 years

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Last Summer / Kim Doyoung

Genre: smut, angst

word count: 16k

f! college student reader, aged up! Doyoung, slight badboy!Jaehyun and fwb!Jaemin

warnings: dilf!, age gap, old money fic!, cheating, affair, public!, unprotected, daddy!, alcohol!, blackmail!, gaslighting?, multiple smut scenes, let me know if I miss anything.

A five week business vacation with a bunch of elite families, filled with gossip, rumors and people doing anything to climb the social ladder. But through all the chaos the last thing you suspected was a whirlwind romance with your friends father.

appearances: college friends : Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, Sungchan, Jaehyun

aged up! Johnny and Kun.

A/N: hello! its author SIN here! I haven't wrote a monster fic since FREAKS but im here for old money Doyoung after so many requested a full fic of Country Club. Sorry i've been so IA i hope you enjoy this one !

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It was that time of year again and you and your mom were being dragged to one of your father’s business vacations which entailed around five weeks of your summer at your family’s world renowned resort. Now anyone else would be joyous that they’d be spending a luxury vacation at the hot spot for celebrities in the Summer, but now entering your twenties, and spending almost every summer of your life at this place, you figured it had lost its wow factor.

“Why couldn't we go to the Maldives or Greece like normal families” you groaned, slipping into a cashmere sweater that matched with a pair of capri pants and tennis shoes. You watched your mother frantically order the resort employees to prepare the bungalow to her liking until her eyes rested on you.

“Darling I thought I told you to throw those tacky shoes out” she sighed, coming over and giving you a tight squeeze, “and…you can go to Greece on your next semester break okay ? right now we need to mingle with your father’s investors, big smile!”

You gave her your best fake grin before returning back to your room and exchanged your shoes for a more high quality taste. You had no idea why your mom was being so particular about your dress code being it was only day one and the more important guests only ever arrived in the second week.

You folded your arms and returned back downstairs to the lounge area when a familiar face completely caught you off guard.

“Jaemin!” you squealed, running into the toned man’s arms as he lifted you into a tight hug and engulfed you with his Givenchy perfume. Jaemin, your friend or rather fling whom you actually met via one of your father’s parties, was the son of a very big tech company CEO and your father’s current favourite golf buddy.

Mr. Kim Doyoung, the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on.

Jaemin released you from the hug and you took the opportunity to smile at both Mr and Mrs Kim as they briefly greeted you before returning to the conversation with your parents. You watched as Mr Kim pushed his glasses up as he laughed at some joke your father supposedly told, his gummy smile broke his stoic character and for a second you almost forgot your surroundings.

“Quite the surprise hey” Jaemin snapped you out of your trance and you quickly nodded. “You guys never do summer vacation, what's the special occasion ?” you questioned the dark haired man.

Jaemin chuckled and shrugged. “Dad said there’s a huge investor visiting this time and he doesn't want your dad to fumble any business proposals.” You hummed and looked back at the parents and watched your dad enthusiastically show Mr Kim around.

“Hey Doyoung it's a win win hey” your dad boasted, “our wives are happy, our kids are happy and we get to have a rematch of that golf game you cheated me out of last month.”

“Cheated?” Mr Kim smirked, “are we still running with that ?”

You gulped at his cockiness. Yes this was wrong. Entirely wrong because this was your friends father for fuck’s sake, but you’d been crushing on him for years, way before you met Jaemin. You hated to admit it but Mr Kim was your first real crush.

It all started on the night of your 18th, when he came to the party on his own because he and his family were going to leave on a business trip the next morning. He only stayed about 20 minutes, most of it was spent talking to your father and then he came over, introduced himself and placed a gift in your hands before planting a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“It's Viviene Westwood, your dad said you’re a big fan” His voice was so light and smooth. “My son starts at the same university as you next year, I hope the two of you can help each other out.”

And with that he said his goodbyes and you’d only see him at very special events after that. He did attend your 21st this year, but you and Jaemin had already established a friends with benefits situation and you decided that crushing on a man twice your age who now happens to be your fling’s father was not the path you were seeking.

“Do you think I’d have to sneak into your room every night ?” Jaemin pinched your side and you playfully pushed him before bringing your arms around his neck.

“Honestly our parents are going to be so blackout drunk every night im sure you could walk straight into my room and do whatever you want” you bit your lip and Jaemin smirked in return, enjoying the challenge.

The first two days were pretty much uneventful even with Jaemin railing you into your bed the very first night. Luckily for the two of you your dad managed to get the Kims’ the bungalow right next door and Jaemin made good use of the maintenance ladder and your balcony.

You were grateful you had Jaemin around until the morning you heard a voice you wished was in your head. The voice you thought you’d only hear when University resumed.

Lee Haechan.

“Jaemin hurry up, my arms are killing me here” You heard him say as you stepped out on the balcony to oversee the commotion. Your uni friend, well rather Jaemin’s, was standing outside their bungalow with luggage that definitely exceeded a five week stay which meant that it was likely computer equipment.

Great.

“What are you doing here ?” making sure your voice was definitely unwelcoming. “Wow y/n way to be hospitable to your good friend” he dropped his bags and clapped sarcastically. You watched the workers scramble for the luggage as Jaemin stepped outside to greet his very annoying friend.

“His parents kicked him out for the summer” Jaemin looked up apologetically.

“Can't say I wouldn't do the same” you scoffed while Haechan stuck out his tongue. “My boy and I are going to build a gaming pc, you know good old fashioned bonding” Haechan threw his arm around Jaemin while your poor friend knew you weren't in the slightest happy about this new arrangement.

“Great” you sighed, “hope you two lovebirds have a lovely vacation.”

“You can join us, you know, it's really fun.” Jaemin tried to look hopeful but he already knew you'd rather eat dirt than spend more than two hours with Haechan and build a damn pc on top of that.

You unenthusiastically waved them off and returned to your bedroom and threw yourself on your bed ready to dive into a solemn state until you heard a voice coming from downstairs.

His voice.

You tiptoed down the wooden stairs and you saw Mr Kim sitting at the corner bar with your father both adorning golf wear and engaging in conversation when your father quickly noticed your presence.

“Hey sweety, you're not hanging out with Jaemin today ?” he said while taking a sip of his scotch whiskey.

You groaned while approaching the two men, making sure your attention was on your father and not Mr Kim. “Haechan is here and they're going to spend the entire vacation building some stupid pc” you complained with a pout and your ears perked when you heard Mr Kim chuckle.

“Sorry about that, Haechan can be pretty persistent and I just wanted to help his parents get him out of their hair for a bit” Mr Kim smiled sweetly and you could tell he was genuine with his apology. “If you're bored why don't you come out for a round of golf, make sure your dad isn't cheating.”

“Uhm I don't want to impose…” you began to say and your dad quickly jumped to his feet and threw his arm around you. “My angel will be the best judge I can assure you!” he squeezed your shoulder, “go get ready sweetheart we will leave in 20.”

You stood under the caddy’s umbrella shielding yourself from the blistering summer heat as you watched Mr Kim and your father tee off on the fifth hole. Most of the banter was inside jokes they had going on and honestly you almost regretted joining their session until you saw how immaculate Mr Kim was at playing golf. His form, the way he stuck out his tongue slightly as he concentrated on his next shot and ofcourse how accentuated his muscles were through his golf gear as he swivelled his body every shot.

The heat wasn't that bad after all.

“Sir you have a call at the front desk” the caddy held the phone up for your dad to receive it.

You watched your father’s frown turn into a wide smile signalling it was either a big investor or one of his work buddies. “Hey Doyoung Johnny is here, i'm going to check him in before our wives make a big deal about his sudden appearance” your dad chuckled and hung up the call.

“Ah yes the wives biggest enemy, i'm surprised he actually showed up” Doyoung rested his hands on his golf club. “He didn't bring…her…did he ?”

Your eyes followed Mr Kim’s to your fathers and your dad quickly shook his head as he began handing his equipment to his caddy.

“Oh you know he wouldn't do that, gosh imagine what the investors might think.”

Now this story you were definitely clued up on thanks to Haechan practically interrogating Johnny Suh’s nephew, Sungchan. Mr Suh was a high end lawyer and had been working with your father’s circle of friends for years. He was a prominent figure, anyone and everyone fell in love with him and that's exactly how he got into trouble. You're not sure of the timeline but according to Haechan Mr Suh had an affair with a young divorcee who’s case he’d been working on. Almost everyone expected his career to plummet after the news broke but it just made him more popular amongst young naive women who thought they too could bag the richest newly divorced big time lawyer.

Your mom couldn't stand him especially because she and the other wives were friends with his ex wife. But your dad never bothered since he’d always say that his ex wife was a gold digger and would have ‘ran him dry’ eventually. Surprisingly Haechan noted that Sungchan was also more than happy to know that his uncle was finally free from that woman.

There’s two sides to every story you guessed.

“Are you really leaving in the middle of the game ?” Mr Kim sighed, “this isn't just an excuse to get out of losing again is it ?”

Your father scoffed and waved his hand. “Oh please we are picking this up tomorrow, but for now why don't you get a little practice with my daughter ? she's got a wicked right swing!”

“Dad I don't think-”

“Let's do it.”

You turned to face Mr Kim who was now holding out his golf club to you as a stunning smile spread across his face. You swallowed hard as your father zoomed off in his golf cart and left you alone with just Mr Kim and the unattentive caddy.

“Mr Kim I'm not the best player so-”

“Hey my rivalry is with your father not you” Mr Kim waved his hand and grabbed a bottle of water. “I’ll go easy on you.”

You refused to be a stuttering mess so you tried your best to concentrate on the task at hand. It should be easy since there’s nothing the two of you could really talk about besides your father or Jaemin.

Oh you hoped he wouldn't bring up Jaemin.

You took your first swing and honestly like you expected it wasnt that grand. You turned to him apologetically while he let out a charming chuckle before joining you on your walk to the next hit.

“You're too tense” he commented and tapped your shoulder. “Since we're just practising, how about I coach you and next time you can win against your father.”

You watched as he consulted the caddy on the perfect golf club and watched him stroll back over to you and replaced the club you clutched in your hands. The next movement almost had you weak at the knees as he slowly moved behind you and placed his slender fingers on your shoulders and squeezed lightly.

“Relax y/n” he calmly said in your ear. He may have been thinking this was just a friendly exchange but God your mind was thinking very different things. Vile almost absurd things. You nodded and did as he said, exhaling deeply while your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

“It's all in the hips you know” he said before clearing his throat, “May I ?”

You nodded again and within seconds his hands were on your waist. It was all very PG but anything he did always felt erotic. You kept your concentration on your posture making sure he wouldn't pick up on your strange behaviour but every touch, every breath coming from behind you felt like electricity.

“Now be gentle, allow your body to lead you to the shot rather than the strength of your hit” He continued and stepped back to watch you take your next shot.

The next shot was better but again you were no Lydia Ko. Mr Kim however seemed to be a perfectionist because yet again you were given another club and his hands returned to your waist. This time it felt a little different. You felt his breath against his neck and his hands were a lot more firmer as he guided you to redo your shot. “Now I know you can do better than that” His voice was low and you felt a sensation develop between your legs. You had no idea how you let your impulses get the better of you but you allowed yourself to arch your back a bit until your ass pretty much grazed against his crotch. You know it was evident too because you heard him suck in a deep breath but you didn't dare turn around.

“Like this..?” you managed to say and heard him hum before slowly stepping away and allowed you to take the shot.

Surprisingly that one was the best you had all day and it even ignited excitement out of you as you jumped in celebration, completely forgetting what had happened a mere seconds ago. “Oh my God did you see that ?!” you squealed and turned to face Mr Kim who had been chewing on his bottom lip before it turned into a sweet smile.

“I knew you had it in you, you're a natural and a quick learner” He held his hand out for a high five but as your hands collided, his fingers entangled with yours and your eyes met his in probably the most intense unspoken exchange in your life. You had no idea what was going on in his head and you were unaware that his thoughts mirrored yours. He had no idea why he did what he did and his head swarmed with so many unresolved questions.

This was his friend's daughter. His son’s college friend.

The caddy called the two of you up to drive over to the next hole and you both silently jumped in the backseat, hoping the situation was just an awkward exchange and nothing more. The drive was bumpy and unusually long. Both you and Mr Kim opted for looking in the opposite direction until the caddy hit the brakes causing Mr Kim to quickly shield you from impact.

“God what the fuck?” Mr Kim cursed and you mentally hated that it gave you another reason to find him attractive. There was no hope at this point.

“S-sorry sir there was a rabbit crossing the path” the caddy looked up into the rear view mirror and you swore you saw fear in his eyes. Mr Kim sighed and muttered that it was okay and to keep moving but as the trip resumed you realised his arm was still draped across your lap.

You adjusted your seating which pushed your tennis skirt higher and now his hand was exposed to your thigh as you waited to see what his next move might be. Mr Kim cleared his throat and you almost gasped when you felt him squeeze your exposed thigh before the caddy finally came to stop.

“I need you to go to the front desk and get more water and please let them know that the rabbits are roaming free on the course at this hour, it's quite dangerous for everyone involved” you watched Mr Kim tap his resort card on the payment machine and watched the caddy leave you and Mr Kim completely alone.

“What do you study again y/n ?” Mr Kim asked casually as if nothing suspicious had happened all day and set up his next shot. You wiped the beads of sweat forming on your head. “I…study accounting Mr Kim.”

His chuckle made your eyes narrow as he took an effortless shot and turned around to face you. “Call me Doyoung, you do call Kun by his first name don't you ?” his new demeanour confused you. Was he just being friendly all this time and you were mistaking it for something else ?

“Yeah well Kun has been my dad’s friend for ages so-”

“So am I a stranger then ?” he poked his tongue into his cheek, “I guess we have to work on our relationship then.”

Mr Kim, Doyoung gestured for you to set up your next shot. Seeing as you were unsure of his intentions you decided to test the waters again. What was the worst that could happen anyway ? Him peacefully rejecting you would actually solve a lot of your current problems.

“Can…you help me again ? I kinda forgot the posture thing” you battered your eyelashes at him and you watched as his jaw tightened for a brief second before he nodded and came over to his usual position. You wasted no time in pressing back into him but this time you turned your head slightly to see his reaction.

“W-what are you doing y/n?” his low voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“What do you mean, I'm just..playing golf” you replied innocently and you heard him chortle in amusement. You felt his fingers press into your hips as you practically settled in his crotch, a bit proud that you had him a little flustered.

“You’re…a very naughty girl” he hummed as he straightened himself and allowed his fingers to dance on the band of your skirt.

You sighed and hummed in agreement. “I know Mr Kim and it seems like you're not so innocent yourself.”

Doyoung raised his eyebrow at your snarky comment yet mentally cursed his inability to keep his arousal in check. He was in dangerous waters but his head was too clouded with how this was about to play out for him to think about any consequences right now.

“Are you saying that this….exchange has you a little excited as well?” he queried and you felt absolutely delirious with lust.

“You can find out for yourself if you want” you curved your back a bit standing like an open invitation for him to do as he pleased. You expected him by now to at least lecture you that the two of you were out in the open and this whole ordeal was just absurd but instead he carefully stood behind you as your hands tightened around the golf club and his fingers ghosted its way up your skirt.

Doyoung’s breath was deep and steady as he caressed the skin of your inner thighs before taking his index finger and grazed it over your soaked panties. You heard him groan at your wetness while you bit down on your lip at the contact. You thought it would stop there but you almost collapsed when he pushed your panties to the side and allowed his long cold digits to feel your arousal.

“Fucking hell” he cursed as his other hand held onto your hip to keep you steady.

“Mr Kim…please..more” your voice quivered, not sure what you were asking for exactly but whatever was happening couldn't end right now, not like this.

Doyoung was completely immersed in how wet you were for him. He loved how your folds felt between his fingers and you were like putty in his hands. You gasped when he inserted a finger into your core and he heard him groan once more this time in frustration.

“Youre so fucking tight, id ruin you sweetheart” his words were like venom in your ear as he continued to finger you at an agonising pace.

Euphoria quickly came to an end when you heard a golf cart and it was Doyoung’s caddy returning from his errands. Doyoung quickly wiped away his hands and the two of you stood innocently as the caddy jogged over.

“Sir, they are requesting the both of you back for brunch” the caddy spoke and immediately began collecting the golfing equipment and packed the cart. You looked up at Doyoung trying to search his face for what all of this meant and whether it might happen again but he returned back to his stoic self. His eyes never met yours and he was silent and to himself the entire way back up to the resort.

If you thought your crush on him before was dangerous, well you've just entered a new territory.

By the time you washed up and arrived at the restaurant your father had picked for lunch you noticed everyone was already settled in. Doyoung sat right next to his wife and chuckled along with your father, Mr Suh and your father’s long time friend Qian Kun. Doyoung glanced up for a millisecond but returned to the conversation as if nothing had ever happened on the golf course.

“Darling, what took you so long ? Doyoung said you guys arrived two hours ago” your mother embraced you before one of the waiter’s pulled out your chair next to Jaemin.

“I had to take a shower” you pressed your lips into a smile and looked over at Doyoung, “It was extremely humid down there.” You watched his fingers twitch around his wine glass but it wasn't enough of a reaction for anyone else to notice. Your eyes drifted to Mr Suh who flashed you a friendly smile that you forcefully returned back before leaning into Jaemin.

“Why the hell is he here ? I thought our mothers hated him” you questioned as Jaemin rubbed the small of your back.

“Apparently his ex wife had been cheating on him too, way before he started his affair” Jaemin popped a cheese cube into his mouth. “Yeah right that’s what he wants everyone to believe” Haechan chimed in and you weren't going to admit it but you definitely shared his sentiments.

You looked up and noticed that Sungchan, Mr Suh’s nephew had also joined the trip as well as Kun Qian’s son, Chenle. You weren't too familiar with Sungchan despite him being in the same university as you but you knew Chenle really well. The two of you practically grew up together.

“I thought you were going to Dubai for the summer” you took a sip of your white wine while the ash blonde boy shook his head and sighed.

“Yeah I thought so too” he scratched his head, “My mom convinced my dad to come to the resort this year for the big networking party, God are they not tired of doing business ?!”

“Who else is gonna pay for your trips to Dubai ?” Haechan mused and Chenle rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he retorted, “What are you even doing here anyway Lee Haechan? I thought your parents were going to London.”

“They went without him,” Jaemin snickered, earning a shove from Haechan.

“I would've done the same,” Sungchan added.

“That's what I said” you giggled and Sungchan gave you a thumbs up while Haechan erupted in a long groan.

“Face it, without me, you losers wouldn't have any fun” he pouted.

For a minute you too had completely forgotten about Doyoung, lost in the childish banter of your friends until the memory flashed back and you felt your stomach turn. There it was. The guilt was finally settling in as Jaemin squeezed your thigh under the table while he entertained whatever conversation they were now engaged in. How could Doyoung just sit there, as if nothing had ever happened. Was what he did just something to overlook?

You couldn't have been more wrong as Doyoung’s thoughts were completely scattered from the very moment he saw you in your tennis outfit. He was engaging in conversation but wasn't really retaining any information. He couldn't help himself but to steal glances at you from the other end of the dining table. Doyoung thought he was being subtle enough until he felt a tap on his shoulder from none other than Johnny Suh.

“Gonna take a smoke break, wanna join ?”

Doyoung stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the pool area as he twirled his red wine in his glass and exhaled deeply.

“Doyoung Doyoung Doyoung, you dog” Johnny blew a cloud of smoke into the sky as he erupted into laughter, “I didn't think you had it in you buddy.” “What are you talking about?” Doyoung muttered, leaning against the marble balustrade. Doyoung’s eyes shifted to the window making sure no one was paying attention especially since Johnny’s voice was the equivalent to a megaphone.

Johnny took a step closer with a smirk spread across his face, “Doyoung, do you know who you're talking to ? I am the King of reading the room, especially when it comes to sneaky glances at your good friend’s hot daughter.” Doyoung’s jaw tightened again and he looked back into the restaurant before gulping down the last of his wine.

“I don't know what youre talking about,” he answered coldly.

Johnny narrowed his brows and cleared his throat, “Okay so she walks in, directs a very weird innuendo at you after you two played golf alone all day and you two have been eye-fucking each other for the past half hour.”

“Would you lower your damn voice ?!”

“So it's true ?”

Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and pulled Johnny aside. He had no choice but to come clean but luckily for him Johnny would never ever spill the beans on his adultery seeing as Doyoung had been hiding Johnny’s string of affairs for ages. Yes there were more than one and no his now ex wife and all his friends have no idea about them.

“She baited me” Doyoung wet his bottom lip, “came up to me like a fucking minx and I-”

“You fucked her on the golf course ?” Johnny asked amusingly.

“No,” Doyoung deadpanned, “I…used my fingers for a bit but the caddy interrupted.”

Doyoung hated the smug look that spread across Johnny’s face and honestly actually explaining the situation only made him feel more guilty. He was the older, more mature one; this was entirely his fault and not yours at all.

“That’s your son’s friend oh my God you're worse than me” Johnny grinned and Doyoung turned back to look at you in a hearty conversation with his son and your friends. Johnny was right. This was so much worse than whatever he has done, but he could end it right here right now.

“It’s not going to happen again, I made sure to get my point across to her very quickly” Doyoung chewed on lip.

“Oh please, you said your wife hasn't given you any in a long time and I still have the divorce papers you filed for last-”

“Throw them away” Doyoung cut Johnny off.

“What ?!” the taller man exclaimed.

“There’s no need, I'm not going through with it” Doyoung replied calmly despite his thoughts still scrambling about both his marriage and you. Johnny ashed his cigarette and shook his head as the two of them entered the restaurant.

“Whatever man, all I know is that just a small taste of that kind of adrenaline doesn't go away that easily.”

Doyoung slipped back in his seat and put on his best smile but Johnny’s words still stuck with him like a thorn in his side.

Would he be able to stop ?

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A few days had passed since the golf course incident and you were grateful that your dad had been entertaining his friends on his own as they attended seminars and did God knows what until late hours of the night. It was one of those nights where all the parents had gone out to one of the bars at the resort and you and your friends figured you’d also drink the night away.

“God Sungchan I swear if you don't finish your drink I will push you into this pool” Haechan threatened as the younger boy grimaced at the taste of his 8th drink of the night. Honestly having all of them around this year wasn't that bad because usually you'd either be babysitting your parents or drinking with the resort staff.

You sipped your cocktail and danced along to the music blaring from the poolside bar in your Miu Miu two piece wrapped in a mesh skirt. Jaemin threw his arm around you and you could tell by his slurred words and sloppy kisses that he was needy.

“Are you not fucking Haechan tonight ?” you rolled your eyes.

“Don't ever say that again” Jaemin groaned while his hands ghosted over your thighs and moved to grope your ass.

“Ew get a room” Chenle spat and you sighed. As much as you’d love to get railed right now you couldnt stand that this arrangement with Jaemin only worked when he was in the mood rather than it being mutual. You already knew he’d be in your room for the night and you won't see him the entirety of the next day unless you were out looking for him.

“Yeah totally not in the mood doll” you pried his hands off your figure and took a sip of your drink, “you should call it a night, don't want to be hungover when you have a pc to build.”

Jaemin never bothered to argue back. He knew how stubborn you could be and honestly he needed to get Haechan back to the bungalow before he ended up swearing at the bartenders. You waved off Jaemin, Haechan and Chenle who went along since his accommodation was on that end anyway while you took care of Sungchan.

“You all good there buddy?” you joined him on one the loungers as he gulped down his third glass of water.

“I'm alright, sorry i'm still getting used to the whole alcohol thing” he smiled sweetly.

You giggled and tutted in response, “don't force yourself if you don't want to, Haechan may think he is the boss around here but trust me he’s a pushover.”

Sungchan nodded shyly until you saw his eyes perk up. You followed his gaze and from all people in this entire goddamn resort in walks Johnny Suh and Kim Doyoung.

Just great.

“Hey Nephew” Johnny greeted, his face absolutely red indicating he was definitely more drunk than his dear nephew right now.

You looked up at Doyoung briefly who just stood awkwardly while Johnny babied his nephew, smothering him in hugs and compliments. Sungchan stood up and stabilised his uncle, praying he wasn't going to be stubborn about heading back to their bungalow.

“Come on Uncle Johnny, time for bed” Sungchan held him by his waist while Johnny pinched his cheeks and coddled the younger boy.

“Doyoung isn't my nephew just the cutest ? He's the cutest right ?” Johnny slurred as Sungchan bid his farewell to you and guided Johnny back to their bungalow.

You wasted no time in making sure there were no awkward silences and grabbed a new drink from the bar and began heading down a dimly lit path. You couldn't look at him. Especially since he had ignored your existence for most of the week.

“Where are you going ?” he questioned, as you heard his footsteps follow close behind.

“To the beach, leave me alone” you replied carelessly. Did he expect you to respect him as your father’s friend after the stunt he pulled ?

“You are not going to the beach in the middle of the night drunk and on your own” he lectured, still following you down the path until the two of you reached the white sandy area that met the moonlit shore.

He watched attentively as you turned around and removed the mesh skirt as you soaked in the moonlight and the salty sea breeze.

“You're not my father Mr Kim” you groaned, “I can do whatever I want.” “Do your parents know where you are right now ?” Doyoung questioned as he shook the sand that filled up his sandal.

You walked over to one of the beach recliners sighing that the umbrellas were all down and sat down your drink on the table. “My parents think I'm at the overnight spa, smart of me don't you think ?” you smirked as you struggled to open the umbrella that was twice your size.

Doyoung massaged his temples before walking over and helping you open the umbrella before taking a seat on the opposite recliner. He knew he was doing the right thing by taking care of you while you were acting recklessly, but a part of him wondered if being around you in that scantily clad bikini and the amount of alcohol running through his veins and yours, was a good idea.

“What are you drinking ?” Doyoung watched you take a sip of your cocktail as you laid back in the recliner and crossed your legs.

“Rum and Coke” you replied, handing him the drink.

You were amused by how much he drank, and watched as he set the glass aside and shook his leg anxiously while his entire body tensed up.

“For someone who told me that I'm too tense you're really one to talk” you commented and pointed to his fidgeting fingers and anxious leg. Doyoung quickly took notice of his actions and gathered himself. He turned his focus to the dark sea, while you studied him wondering what the hell was going through his head right now.

“You know any normal married man would be back home laying next to his wife after a drunken night” you sighed and Doyoung’s eyes quickly darted to yours.

“I'm here to make sure you get home safely,” he said in a calm tone.

“Oh please” you scoffed, “you had no idea I was out here until you guys stumbled across us at the bar. Mr Kim it seems like you love to keep your distance from your wife regardless whether I'm here or not.”

Doyoung’s jaw tightened at your words. He knew you were not taunting him because everything you mentioned was pretty much how it's been for the past few months in his marriage. Most of the time he met with your family on his own and your father had always commented on how divided the two of them had become after Jeno had turned 18.

“Its probably why youre so needy too, when was the last time youve even fucked anyone ?”

“Is this a joke to you ?” Doyoung retorted, “Do you not see how wrong this is ?”

You rolled your eyes, finishing the last of the drink, and sat it back on the wooden side table.

“Honestly I dont,” you shrugged, “I did at first ofcourse, hell Ive been wanting to fuck you since my 18th birthday but now that I know youre miserable in your marriage I dont see the harm in it.”

Doyoung pondered on your words and of course he was miserable but his reasoning for coming onto you wasn't because he needed a quick fix. God he saw beautiful women at so many investor parties but nobody had him riled up like you did. For him though it was your 21st birthday, when you wore that Elie Saab sequin dress and you carried yourself with such poise and class that he’d never taken notice of before. There was always a mystery surrounding you and with that neverending curiosity he disciplined himself into keeping his distance.

That was until a few days ago.

“You’ve been wanting me since then ?” Doyoung asked in that low voice that always hit the right spot.

You pushed yourself up from the recliner and stood up to hover over him. Doyoung’s eyes dragged over your body until his eyes locked with yours as you placed your thumb under his chin.

“Oh Mr Kim I fantasise about having you every…single..night” you mused and with that you pressed your lips against his and sighed into the passionate kiss. Doyoung quickly pulled you into his lap, his lips never leaving yours as you straddled him and immediately gripped onto his dark locks.

“I'm not going to be able to stop this time y/n” Doyoung groaned into your neck as you pushed your body further down into his lap, already feeling his hardened member against your clothed core.

“Don't stop…please dont stop” you moaned into his kisses as he grabbed your ass and buried his face into your chest, littering your collarbone and breasts with kisses. You both knew that taking your time would only raise concern so you were in agreement that it needed to be done as soon as possible.

You fiddled with his dress pants as he unbuttoned his shirt revealing the very toned body you were suspecting. God the sight of him alone like this could've made you orgasm. Doyoung quickly pushed down his pants and then suddenly pulled away.

“Fuck…Fuck!” he cursed.

“What is it ?” you looked around thinking one of the employees was lurking around.

“I don't have protection. '' Doyoung looked up at you and bit down on his lip.

“God i'm on the pill please just fuck me already” you whined and returned your lips to his desperate to regain the momentum you had earlier on.

“Are you sure this is okay sweetheart ?” He asked once again his voice filled with concern. God the age difference thing was really showing right now because everyone around your age was careless and dumb. Any guy in their 20s (and probably Johnny Suh) would be ecstatic to know they'd be able to do it raw.

You found his concern endearing.

“Do whatever you want Mr Kim, I just need you inside me” you whispered and Doyoung literally felt dizzy with ecstasy at your lewd words. He quickly responded by pushing aside your bikini bottom and rubbed circles on your clit before entering two digits into your core, preparing you for what's to come.

You were so lost in the magic he was putting in his fingers that you almost gasped at the difference when he inserted his member inside you. He was much bigger than you imagined and the biggest you ever had. He was right when he said he’d ruin you.

“Oh my fuck-” you moaned in his ear as Doyoung guided your hips to ride him. He wasnt sure if it was the impromptu fuck, the lack of sex he’s had recently or the girl on top of him right now but it was a fucking hell of a experience. You moved your hips roughly against his, expertly making circles with your hips as you built up your orgasm. Doyoung’s moans were like music to your ears as he groaned according to your movements as his nails dug into your thighs.

“Doyoung im-”

“Is my angel close hmmm” he hummed and the pet name just inched you closer to your high. Doyoung moved his hand to the front so his thumb had access to your clit, stimulating you until you were ready to give in. Doyoung watched in awe as you beautifully threw your head back and came so hard on his cock that he wished he could do it again almost immediately.

You rode out your high and to Doyoung’s surprise you removed yourself from his lap and settled between his legs. Your hand grabbed hold of his member as you looked up at him and pumped his member.

“You know, so you don't have to stress about coming inside me,” you brought your face down to meet his tip, “well coming inside me in a different way.”

Doyoung leaned back in his seat and grabbed a fistful of your hair as you went to work on his length. He knew he wouldn't last long, not with already fucking you and now with your tongue skillfully pleasing him. You hollowed your cheeks as your hand met your speed and the grip on your hair signalled that he was close.

“Fucking hell” was all Doyoung could say when he finally released in your mouth and with heavy eyes watched you swallow every bit of him.

“We should get back before they close up the bar” you said, straightening up your hair and outfit.

“Yeah we should” Doyoung agreed and buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back into his pants. God he wished he could at least help clean you up and lay in bed with you but unfortunately that could never be on the agenda. He honestly had no idea what to say or what to do. The two of you walked in silence until you reached the bungalows, making sure to stay in the shadows just in case anyone was awake at this hour.

“Well good night I guess” you folded your arms, slightly embarrassed that regardless of what you said you still felt a pang of guilt and jealousy that he still wasn't yours for the night.

You were about to walk off when Doyoung grabbed onto your arm and turned you to face him. He placed a kiss on your forehead and then a softer one on your lips.

“Meet me tomorrow at the squash court at 2:30,” he whispered as his thumb stroked your cheek, “Only if you want to though.”

You nodded and smiled up at him before finally parting ways and leaving both of you revisiting one of the most incredible nights of your life.

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The next morning you took your time to get ready, completely avoiding the voices of your hungover parents downstairs. You knew they'd pester you about where you were, what time you got home and most importantly who was the last person you were with last night.

That was the last thing you needed to be questioned about.

“Princess are you done pampering up, we're going to the gym” you heard Haechan’s grating voice call from outside your balcony. Of course you still had to pretend you wanted to hang out with them today but it just gave you a better alibi to showing up at the squash court. You quickly slipped into a cute Ralph Lauren polo shirt and bike short set and doused yourself with your Chanel no.5 before heading out to meet your friends.

“God I can smell you a mile away” Chenle dramatically coughed as the five of you strolled down to the fitness centre.

You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, “It's called perfume, you should try it sometime” you teased and the boy stuck out his tongue in return.

“Hey did you get home okay last night ?” Sungchan tapped your shoulder looking down at you sheepishly, “I needed to get Uncle Johnny home before he decided to extend his drinking hours.” You waved your hand and hooked arms with the taller boy, giving his bicep a tight squeeze as you stepped into the air conditioned wellness centre.

“It’s all good I went straight home anyway” you lied.

You and your friends were already welcomed with green juice, herbal tea and smoothie selections by the staff while you scouted the area for where you might bump into Doyoung. The centre was quite vacant, I guess not everybody could recover as fast as your family and friends as drinking to your limits never delayed the schedule of the next day. You walked through the essential oil aroma of all the various spa treatments until you finally reached the gym and caught your first glimpse of Doyoung laughing along with the rest of the parents.

God he looked extra hot today in just a pair of black track pants and a fitted white tee.

“Dude your uncle is jacked” Haechan gaped at Johnny Suh who was walking around in just a pair of training shorts, his sweaty toned body on display for everybody. God knows why. It's not like you didn't think he was hot, you would be stupid to think otherwise, but Mr Suh was never your type. He never had the sex appeal that Mr Kim had.

“Hey kids!” your dad waved as you all strolled over to join the gathering. You put on a friendly smile as your mom already pulled you into her side and gushed to the other mothers about how thankful she was to have a daughter or something along those lines. Your mother spoke but you avoided Mrs Kim’s eyes completely, while flashes of last night kept running through your mind.

“How about you gym buffs finish up and we’ll meet for lunch later” Mrs Qian spoke even though she knew her husband would rather join in on spa treatments than play any form of sport.

“Why are we doing sports on a vacation again ?” Kun Qian sighed as Johnny shoved a racket in his hands. “Come on now Kun, you gotta look good for Mrs over here” Johnny winked as Mrs Qian giggled shyly. Johnny Suh was truly a menace for any married woman.

“Well I'm guessing you're going to sweat it out with the boys” your mom fixed the headband on your head and sighed, “My dear daughter thrives on competitive sports, especially when it’s beating her own dad in them.”

“Not this time honey, I'm feeling lucky” your dad ended with his infamous catchphrase before he’d probably rage quit later on.

“Alright so I’ll be playing basketball with the fit young guys” Johnny threw his arms around both Jaemin and Chenle who both looked enthused by this idea. “Sure then I guess Kun, Doyoung, y/n and I will head to the squash courts” your father saluted Johnny as he began making his way to the back of the gym where a row of brightly lit squash courts lined up.

“Are we playing singles or doubles ?” Doyoung asked as he grabbed a baseball cap to push away the loose strands that fell over his forehead. He was pretty composed for someone who was literally fucking you raw on a beach a few good hours ago. You wondered what was going through his mind now that you showed up to his invitation.

“Doubles, my daughter and I verse you and Kun” your father called over an employee to bring over a few iced bottles of water. Your father suggested a round with each opponent and tally the score after.

Everyone agreed to the plan and you had your first round with Kun who was a pleasant opponent that always complimented your serves no matter how lazy they were eventually becoming. You liked Kun. He was such a good husband and father that you believed he truly set a standard for men everywhere. You always wondered how he even dealt with your father and his erratic friends but clearly it never bothered him.

“I'm going to talk your father into a quick foot spa before we get onto the next round” Kun said cheekily and you smiled sweetly as the two of you stepped into the hallway for the opponent swap.

“Did she go easy on you Kun ?” Your dad came over and high-fived you while Doyoung rolled his eyes. “Well you'd have to bet that she destroyed Kun after the beating I gave you” he said, the cockiness yet again in his voice drove your arousal.

“We both did just fine” Kun snapped back, “I'm just going to rest up a bit before the next round if you are planning on drinking tonight again.”

“Okay old man,” your dad conceded and followed Kun, “You guys coming with or going on with the game ?”

Doyoung waved his hand, “I know you two will never come back and I need to get my fitness in, go ahead.” He waited until the hallway was clear and followed you inside one of the courts in silence. There was tension in the air now that he was finally alone with you.

As soon as he was certain the two of you were alone Doyoung backed you up against the corner of court, a blind spot from both the entrance, hallway and the cameras above. He exhaled deeply as he grabbed onto your thigh, pushing your legs apart and settling his own leg in between for you to nestle on his toned thigh. His slender fingers ghosted up your body until his thumb brushed over your pouty lips, awaiting to meet his.

“I thought about you all night” he whispered before leaning in and peppered kisses along your jawline. He smelled exquisite, and you had no idea that you were already unconsciously rubbing your heat up and down his thigh.

“Why’d you ask to meet here?” you whimpered into his touch, “we could get caught very easily.” Doyoung silenced you by pressing his lips against yours passionately, moaning into the kiss as he slipped his tongue inside and wrapped his hand around your neck ever so delicately.

“I thought I’d be able to control myself in a public setting and we could sneak out after, but I can't help myself” Doyoung pushed you harder onto his thigh and snaked his hand around you to grab onto your ass. He seemed way less in control than the first two times you two were in a situation like this. It was so out of his character to be the one to initiate such intimacy especially when his family were literally just a stroll down the hallway.

Doyoung had worked himself up to the point you thought he was going to recreate the golf incident but something quickly brought him to his senses and he immediately stepped back and neatened himself while his eyes shifted to the entrance of the court.

“What’s going on ?” you frowned and looked into the empty hallway and back to the man who just had his tongue down your throat a few seconds ago.

“We cant do this, what the fuck this is just..its too much!” he was pacing the court and biting on his nail as if sanity had just hit him.

You groaned in frustration and gained some sort of composure before approaching the older man. “Are you serious right now ? you can't just do that and then tell me youre chickening out” you spoke in a low voice obviously frustrated that he was still so indecisive regardless of what had happened last night.

“Everytime I see you it's like I throw away my morals and then reality just…hits me” Doyoung frowned and his words really pissed you off, rightfully so.

“So what am I huh ? someone you can use until reality just hits you ?” you snapped back feeling your face heat up, “I have feelings too you know and I thought I made it very clear last night.”

Doyoung became stoic. You watched him grab a racket and ball from the floor as he got into position on the other end of the court.

“Let's Play” he said in a cold tone.

“Youre fucking unbelievable” you cursed and pushed open the clear door making your way back to your bungalow and as far away from Kim Doyoung as you possibly could. You hated that for him it was purely just physical and you had to deal with the emotional side to all of this. You had no idea how much you liked him until his attention drifted from you, until he was showing some affection to his wife or when he was just purely existing in the same space as you.

You hated it. You absolutely hated having feelings for Kim Doyoung.

You spent most of the day locked up in your room, catching up your best friend on the whole ordeal to which she just said ‘find someone new to fuck with and get over it’. It was easier said than done. Jeno was completely out of the question seeing as he was the son of the man you were trying to get over. Most of the employees were annoying frat boys and you weren't sure if any man would be able to satisfy you the way Mr Kim did.

“Honey get ready, we're having dinner at the Greek place tonight” your mother called from downstairs and you inwardly groaned. What was with these people and doing almost everything together. Sighing you got ready anyway because missing a dinner would not only have your parents nagging you about it you’d also be letting Doyoung know that the quarrel you had earlier was a lot more serious than you wanted him to think.

You needed him to know that you didn't care and you were going to be the one to move on. Pulling out your Versace black cocktail dress or the revenge couture collection as your friend calls it, you made your way down to dinner making sure to keep your head up high and your attention off Mr Kim entirely.

You hoped.

“You guys finally made it” Johnny Suh’s voice boomed from the grand table that was set up on the fairy lit private deck at the back of the quaint restaurant. You began making your way over to your friends when you noticed an extra man had now joined the festivities and boy was he something.

He looked around your age, dressed in Prada with his hair slicked back which emphasised his sculpted face with the prettiest set of dimples you'd ever seen. His eyes immediately locked with yours as you took the seat across him and his lips curled into a friendly smile.

“Good evening everyone” you greeted and Sungchan quickly cleared his throat and gestured at the man seated next to him. “y/n this is my older brother Jaehyun, Jae this is y/n” he introduced the two of you and the man reached over the table to shake your hand.

“You're the infamous y/n then” he smiled, his voice was low and utterly charming.

“Infamous ?”

“Well,” he shrugged, “the beautiful heir to this luxurious resort, best believe you're talked about.”

You blushed at his words ignoring the irrelevant comment from Haechan and continued getting to know Johnny Suh’s other nephew, a true god sent distraction from Kim Doyoung. The two of you spoke for hours. You learnt that Jaehyun was an up and coming actor, and his family were in the textile industry. His hobbies were photography and collecting vinyls from his favourite artists all the way down to his great grandfather's favourites. You also learnt he frequented Milan for fashion shows, and it was his favourite city in the world. A place he already offered to give you a personal tour of.

“You know I heard that he goes to Milan just to fuck these old rich women” Haechan whispered as the two of you snuck around the back of the resort for a smoke.

“Why would he need to, he’s too rich to be a sugar baby” you rolled your eyes and drew in the freshly lit cigarette.

“Bro is just a milf hunter, it gives him bragging rights and those cougars love it” Haechan grabbed the cigarette from your fingers and brought it up to his own lips. You peaked around the corner and watched as Jaehyun conversed with the rest of the men, laughing along with their jokes. He looked so innocent compared to the perverse things you were now hearing about him.

“Probably runs in the family, streets already calling him Johnny Suh’s prodigy” Haechan ashed out the cigarette and used a tester cologne to mask the smell.

“God he is so hot though, you think he could retire milf hunting for just one night ?” you smirked as the two of you made your way back up to the restaurant. Haechan gave you a pat on the back as he followed your gaze back to Jaehyun.

“If he’s anything like his uncle he probably already fantasised you underneath him during dinner.”

All the scandalous chats with Haechan and the obvious flirting with Jaehyun completely grabbed your attention from Doyoung and you almost forgot about the argument earlier on. You took the opportunity to steal a glance but to your surprise his eyes were already on you and he barely bothered to look away. His stare was dark as he twirled his whiskey glass in his hand and ignored the conversations that were happening around him.

“Honey the girls and I are all packed and off to the overnight spa” His wife interrupted his stare and he gave her a sweet smile and never bothered to share his plans for the night. That's the kind of relationship they had. No questions, no suspicions, just a facade for the friends and family that everything was perfect.

The ladies said goodbye to their tipsy husbands and thanks to your white lie that you already spent time at the spa the previous night you got away scot free from the outing. Haechan, Chenle and Sungchan decided to hang out at the arcade with Jaemin following close behind, seeing as you hadn't paid him any attention thanks to the appearance of Jaehyun. Which meant it was just you, Jaehyun and your father’s friends still lingering around the restaurant and bar for the rest of the night.

“So y/n what do you guys do for fun around here ?” Jaehyun shot back the last of his drink and leaned back into his seat looking so goddamn inviting.

“Well,” you held up your glass, “we drink, we play sports nobody cares about and we complain about our embarrassing parents.” Jaehyun followed your eyes to your father doing his best impression of what looked like the moonwalk and chuckled.

“Hey he’s pretty good!” he mused while you shook your head and stood up.

“You wanna get out of here?”

You and Jaehyun strolled around the empty courtyards as all the restaurants started packing up for the night. The summer night finally began cooling down and Jaehyun’s body seemingly got closer as the two of you walked around aimlessly.

“Why don't we take a little pitstop?” Jaehyun smirked and pulled you behind one of the restaurants where both of you were out of sight to onlookers. You could tell he was an expert in these circumstances, he definitely was a man who always got what he wanted.

Consensually of course.

“I heard something about you” you bit down on your lip as he began giving you butterfly kisses along your jaw and down the nape of your neck. Jaehyun hummed as you felt him smirk against your skin. “Hmmm and what did you hear about me ?”

“That you’re a milf hunter” you giggled as he licked the weak spot he found just under your ear. Jaehyun pulled back and an amused smile spread across his face. “A milf hunter ?” he repeated your words as if it was the first time he was accused of such.

“I mean I generally meet older women,” he added, “but I don't actively search for….milfs.”

“So I'm not just a second choice for tonight then ?” you mused, pulling him back to your body by his half buttoned dress shirt. Jaehyun licked his lips as he stared down at you and his large hands massaged your thighs while you moaned in his touch.

“I came all this way after Sungchan sent me pictures of you guys hanging out, baby i'm here because of you” Jaehyun lifted your face to bring you into a deep sensual kiss that figuratively and literally had you weak at the knees. The kiss was amazing but it was still sub par in comparison to Mr Kim. Jaehyun was a lot like the guys you've met at country clubs and student events. They were all drop dead gorgeous but lacked the experience, the class you craved. The type that came natural to someone like Kim Doyoung.

God you were thinking about him while another man, your rebound was practically worshipping you right now.

“You wanna come back to my place ? my uncle won't say anything” Jaehyun asked in between breathy kisses while he tried to hike your dress up for better access.

You ran through the pros and cons of the indefinite possibility that Johnny Suh’s big mouth might spill your escapades to your father despite his nephew trusting him this much. The only pros you could think of were getting fucked by Jeong Jaehyun and possibly getting over Mr Kim.

Possibly.

While you were in a mini dilemma Doyoung’s mind was a mess. He obviously couldn't let go of how you had left him at the squash court earlier and secondly how you spent the majority of your night with Johnny Suh’s promiscuous nephew. He downed another round of brandy, wincing at the taste while his friends fooled around on the roulette tables.

With a free night away from his wife and the happy hallmark family agenda Doyoung assumed it was finally the night to let loose. But all he could think about was you and where you were right now. What were you doing ? Did you not want him anymore upon meeting Jaehyun ?

“Need a top up ?” Johnny tapped Doyoung’s shoulder and the dark haired man nodded and held out his glass. “Hey you good ? my man you’re free tonight be happy!” Johnny cheered but his smile turned into a frown when Doyoung just appeared more stressed than usual. “Hey is this about..” Johnny turned to look at your father, making sure he was at a good distance from the conversation, “y/n ?”

Doyoung nodded and Johnny sighed.

“It happened, we went too far and now all I can think about is my wife and my son,” Doyoung sighed, staring at the brown liquid in his glass. “I truly fucked up.”

“You know what's fucked up ? you and this trainwreck of a marriage” Johnny scoffed, irked at the fact that he had to have this conversation about his friend’s failed relationship once again. “She is not the reason your marriage is not working, honestly she has nothing to do with your marriage regardless.”

“I know I know” Doyoung responded and sipped his drink, “I just cant get her out of my mind.”

“My advice is spend actual time with her, not these little sneaky one hour sessions and see how you feel after” Johnny suggested and Doyoung was quite surprised that the advice Johnny had given wasn't a total waste of time.

“If you're genuinely interested in another woman, it will make signing those divorce papers much easier, that's all i'm saying” Johnny concluded and topped up his own glass with the remainder of brandy.

“What about her family, Jaemin God what would everyone say if-”

“We will get to that when it's serious enough” Johnny interrupted before Doyoung dug himself into more worries. “For now just figure out if you're finally ready to call it quits.”

Doyoung decided to take a walk to clear his mind and ponder on the advice Johnny had given him earlier. He knew very well that his marriage was pretty much doomed a few years back but he hated that he stuck around to the point where he felt guilty to be the first one to bring up a divorce. What was even worse was that during a conflict over dinner some time back Jeno had come up to him and told him he’d be okay if it happened and it was better than both of them pretending to be happy for other people.

It was that very conversation that prompted Doyoung to have the phone call with Johnny, ready to begin the divorce process but his sudden interest in you made him retract it. He felt insane. Careless. He made himself believe that he was only interested because he was unhappy in his marriage.

But of course that was never the case. You were different.

Doyoung stepped down into the courtyard and just as he was about to retreat he caught a glimpse of your figure that was partially lit by the overhead light of the restaurant. You were up against a wall, pinned against it by Jaehyun as he ravished your neck with kisses and you grabbed onto him for dear life enjoying every second of it.

Doyoung felt his body heat up at the sight of you with another man. He had never experienced that amount of jealousy and just pure anger up until this moment. Did he have a reason to be ? no. Could he have walked away and allowed you to do whatever you wanted seeing as you weren't his ? yes.

Was he going to ? not likely.

“Sorry, uhm Jaehyun ?” Doyoung cleared his throat causing you and Jaehyun to quickly move out of the shadows and gain some composure. Doyoung’s presence made you roll your eyes as Jaehyun approached his uncle’s friend unaware of the tension between the two of you.

“Oh hey Mr Kim” Jaehyun grinned and Doyoung’s jaw tightened as he took in your lipstick stains all over Jaehyun’s swollen lips and neck.

“Your uncle…He is looking for you…probably needs help getting back home seeing as Sungchan is preoccupied at the moment” Doyoung reported as his eyes briefly met yours.

Jaehyun looked back at you and shrugged. “Hey my offer is still open” he winked and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before moving his lips to your ear, “if you still want me just knock on my bungalow.”

You watched him say his goodbyes to Doyoung before quickly disappearing into the resort in search of his uncle and began your own journey home before you were interjected.

“y/n..” he held onto your wrist as you looked up at him.

“What ? you want to take over from where Jaehyun left off hmm ?” you raised your eyebrow, “you want to use me for about twenty minutes and go back to your happily married life ?”

Doyoung chewed on his bottom lip and exhaled deeply. “Look,” he began, taking a step forward, “I apologise for making you feel that way but please understand that was never my intention. I would never hurt you or purposefully disregard your feelings y/n” he loosened his hold on your wrist and caressed your cheek.

“A Lot of it is overwhelming but I've never done this before and you're not just some random hook up y/n, believe it or not I actually like you” Doyoung’s words made your cheeks heat up, not completely sure how to react to his confession.

“Now listen,” he continued, “I had time to think about it and If we're both on the same page that it's not just a physical attraction then I want to spend time getting to know you better.”

“But how would we-”

“I managed to get an extra room up at the hotel away from the bungalows and I'll schedule myself free time for ‘business meetings’ throughout the day for us to hang out” He answered by pulling out a hotel keycard as evidence.

“How did you get a room isn't it at all suspicious that you're not at your bungalow ?” you frowned, still trying to process everything he was suddenly offering you.

“Y/n, me sleeping in a different room let alone a different suite altogether than my wife is not all that surprising to anyone around me” he admitted as he stuffed the keycard back into his pocket.

“If your little white lies work as well as you say they do then this should be a breeze right ?”

Your head was muddled and you wondered if he was being genuine about getting to know you or just stringing you along until he had another guilt trip fiasco. You needed some type of leverage to not only save your feelings but to also prove that he was in this for real this time.

“If you change your mind and for whatever reason decide ‘this is too much’ during the rest of the vacation i'm going to come clean to both your wife and Jeno” you folded your arms and stood your ground.

“Sure, you have every right to” Doyoung answered, quicker than you expected him to. “Even though I will be going through a divorce in the possible future, if there is truly something between us, I'll sign the papers as soon as the vacation is over.” His words gave you goosebumps. He was absolutely serious. He was ready to go all in ?

You looked up into his almond eyes and nodded. “Deal.”

The next two weeks were probably some of the best moments of your life. Not only could you indulge in mind blowing sex with Doyoung but the two of you started to develop a genuine emotional relationship through your scandalous affair.

“What’s with this obsession with Greece y/n ?” Doyoung brushed the wet hair from your face as the two of you soaked your naked bodies in the spa bath of his hotel room.

“I love Greek mythology” you shrugged, “from the time my dad took me over there in elementary school, I had a school project on a Percy Jackson book” you giggled.

“I didn’t care much for the fantasies of Percy Jackson until I saw the real thing in Athens, it took my young breath away.”

Doyoung listened to your little story as he always did while watching the water droplets cascade down your shoulders and disappear into the soapy water. He finally felt relaxed for the first time in God knows how long.

You noticed you were babbling on and turned around to face him, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Are you daydreaming about screwing me while I was talking about a treasured memory ?” You raised your brow and Doyoung chuckled.

“Well I wasn’t thinking of it until you mentioned it just now”

You pulled him into a deep sensual kiss as you settled into his lap and sighed as he wrapped his delicate hands around your waist. Doyoung moved his lips down to your neck and nibbled on the sensitive skin, smirking when you moaned out his name. He loved hearing you praise him.

“Baby let’s move this to the bed” he whispered into your ear before pulling you out of the tub and quickly dried the two of you up before carrying you over to his bedroom.

“Someone wants to take his time tonight” you hummed and Doyoung gave your thigh a quick smack, ordering you to get on your stomach.

“That ass has been grinding up against me for the past hour and I can’t help but want to get a piece of it” his words made you wet in an instant as you slowly arched your back, giving him what he wanted.

Doyoung’s fingers danced across your spine and with his index finger he pressed into your core, sticking his tongue in his cheek as you already begged him for more. “Does my Angel want a little more?” He asked innocently as his second finger came in contact with your clit.

“Please more” was all you could say and Doyoung granted your wish, pushing two digits into your core and feeling your core clench around him. You loved when he took his time but you hated that you couldn’t last long when he did. You were already feeling an orgasm building way too early and quickly reached for his fingers and pulled away.

Doyoung chuckled darkly behind you and realised you weren’t going to hold on for long tonight and began lining up his member and pushing deep inside you. He sighed as you let out a gasp and gripped onto the bed sheets as he moved in and out of you in a brisk movement.

“That feels so good Mr Kim” you mewled, knowing it drives him insane in the best way possible when you refer to him formally in this type of setting.

Doyoung grabbed a fistful of your hair as he pounded into you. Your back arched in the best possible way for him to find your sweet spot. You were going delirious with ecstasy as his cold fingers moved to your throat and squeezed lightly. He was a professional in knowing what made you weak at this point.

“Come for me my Angel” Doyoung spoke between strokes and you could hear in the strain of his voice that he was close too.

Doyoung bit down on his lip as he watched you draw circles on your clit to help you finish. You were completely fucked out and he loved looking at you weak under his touch. Your pants became faster and Doyoung held on a little longer so you could cum all over him before pulling out of you and brought your mouth to his tip.

“Open up pretty” he swiped his thumb over your quivering lip and slipped his throbbing cock into your mouth until he finally came undone. Doyoung watched you swallow every bit of him until he was completely cleaned up and he stroked your head in satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

The next day you had plans with all the moms while Doyoung attended a few meetings with his friends. Everything was finally running smoothly until what you had feared most had already begun stirring.

Jaemin got a text from his mother to retrieve her ipad from his father’s suite, where she assumed it would be considering her husband only hired the suite for work related activities. Jaemin showed his identification to the hotel and headed up to the room until he realised that he didn't have keycard access. Mentally cursing himself he pulled out his phone in order to text his father until he heard a trolley park behind him.

“You need access to your dad’s room bro ?” the young bellboy smiled and held up the employee master key.

“Yeah thanks man” Jaemin nodded and watched the boy open the room for him and disappear down the hallway.

Jaemin stepped into the apartment and he immediately had an unsettling feeling fill his chest. From the unmade bed to the alcohol and chocolates spread across the coffee table, this looked a whole lot more than a ‘work suite’. Brushing it off knowing his parents have their issues anyway Jaemin began searching for the ipad. He slumped into the couch and looked in the crevices until he pulled out a very interesting piece of material.

“What the fuck ?” Jaemin murmured as he inspected the lingerie until the set started looking familiar to him. There was no way he thought. His heart began racing as he looked around the room once more and everything started to make sense. Your favourite chocolate, your favourite champagne left on the table. There was a new edition of Vogue magazine laying on the floor, the same one he saw you with at the pool the other morning.

Jaemin felt lightheaded. Who was he mad at more? Was it you ? the girl he was sleeping with just before the summer break or his father. The man that raised him and the man he respected. He was angry but reality hit when he realised he couldn't react. He couldn't cause a scene amongst the hundreds of socialites that could probably ruin his university reputation. This was how their lives worked. Everything needed to get buried before anyone outside their circle found out.

Jaemin sucked in a deep breath and left the room in silence. He needed to discuss this with the only person who could bury this messy affair.

His father.

While you were blissfully unaware of the shitstorm that was about to come, you happened to bump into Jaehyun and Mr Suh in one of the conference room lobbies. Both of them smiled down at you giving you an uneasy feeling that you couldn't explain.

“Looking for someone?” Johnny Suh smirked annoyingly.

“M-my father” you lied, “where is he ?”

“I think I saw him head over to the pool bar with Kun” Jaehyun draped his arm over your shoulder and escorted you very far from a confused Kim Doyoung who had just joined his friend Johnny Suh. The more you seemed to converse with Jaehyun the more awkward things had become. Since the night you made out with him you ofcourse cut it off after your deal with Doyoung, but you wondered why Jaehyun never bothered to question your sudden disinterest in him. He just moved on. You greeted him during dinners and said goodbyes when he left, that was about it.

“So where do you disappear to at odd hours during the day y/n ?” Jaeyhun brought you over to a table, pulling your chair close to him.

“You expect me to hang around Haechan and friends ? no thank you” you scoffed and Jaehyun stuck his tongue into his cheek and shook his head.

“You never answer my question sweetheart”

“Is it any of your business ?” you raised a brow and you hated the smug smile that spread across Jaehyun’s face. Him getting you heated probably got him off or something.

Jaehyun leaned in and you caught a whiff of his overpowering Tom Ford perfume. “I know you’re fucking Mr Kim so cut the innocent act” he smirked, enjoying seeing the fear that now filled your eyes. There was no point in denying since he probably found out from his loud mouth uncle who Doyoung admitted to letting in on your little secret.

“Like I said, that’s none of your business” you kept your cool, waving at a waiter to order something strong to keep your nerves down.

Jaehyun politely waited until your order was received and again leaned in close enough to make you tense up.

“Let me cut to the chase here y/n” Jaehyun began, “this little secret might be the juiciest story in the last few years and if it gets out your dad’s reputation, Mr Kim’s reputation…”

“Nothing is going to happen because no one is going to find out” you cut him off. Jaehyun raised his brow as if you just challenged him.

“Help me out and I’ll keep your dirty little secret” he leaned back in his chair and smiled as the waiter brought over your drinks. You glanced over Jaehyun, trying to figure out what he could possibly want when he practically had it all.

“Remember I mentioned that the only reason I’m here is because of you” Jaehyun sipped his drink, “well turns out there’s a lot of perks in dating the heir of this resort.”

“Oh really like what ?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“There’s this film I want to star in and the director is obsessed with wanting to come to this resort during these ridiculous networking vacations” Jaehyun explained, “Now I don’t have the power and neither does my uncle have a say as to who gets an invite, only your dad.”

You frowned as you tried following what he was getting at.

“Why can’t I just tell my dad to invite the guy why do I have to be dating you ?”

Jaehyun sighed and placed an arm around your waist. “Wouldn’t it be just romantic ?” He smiled, “y/n and Jeong Jaehyun met at her fathers resort and now she’s accompanying him to the Cannes film festival officially as his girlfriend.”

“You’re delusional” you rolled your eyes.

“And you’re fucking your boy toy’s father let’s not play the morality scale here sweetheart” he smirked and honestly you wished you could punch him in the face.

“Remember, your fathers entire empire could come crashing down” he added and you felt a shudder go down your spine.

“..how can I be so sure you won’t say anything after the festival is over?” You asked in a small voice. This felt like a dead end situation.

Jaehyun pulled out an envelope from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of you.

“My uncles a lawyer and I’ll make sure this little agreement between the two of us stays equal and authentic, no fine print.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. One minute you were in paradise with Doyoung and now you’re in a law and order episode with Jaehyun. But you couldn’t risk it. Not for Mr Kim and definitely not for your parents. Image was absolutely everything in this socialite world and one little mistake could ruin it all.

“What were the two of you planning to do after he divorced his wife anyway ? Get married ?” Jaehyun chuckled dryly beside you.

That was another question that always kept you up at night. Yes he was going to divorce his wife and be with you but the two of you could never go public. Your parents would be livid plus the press would have a field day. You could be dropped in university for your actions, the sin count was endless.

Maybe there was no happy ending after all.

You signed Jaehyuns agreement and decided to retire to your bungalow before contacting Doyoung about everything that had just happened. This may even be the last night you could spend with him.

While you were wrapped in your own thoughts Jaemin watched as his father got ready for the dinner party your father was hosting tonight. Everyone was invited but Jaemin already felt sick to his stomach that he’d have to be in the presence of both you and his father.

“Dad, are you almost ready ?” He knocked on the door as he watched his father scramble for a necktie.

“Yeah yeah almost done son” Doyoung chuckled as he finally picked one out, “gotta look good for the last big dinner here.”

Jaemin leaned against the door frame as he watched his father spruce himself up. He actually never noticed how much his mood had changed since they had arrived. He was dressing nicer, he was smiling more and honestly just felt like his old self again.

Jaemin couldn’t stand that he knew the reason for his fathers happiness.

“Okay let’s head out!” Doyoung draped his arm over his son's shoulder as he met his wife at the entrance and they made their way over to the grand dinner party.

All the investors were there and it seemed like they kicked off the drinking festivities quite early as the restaurant was brimming with lively chatter and clinking of glasses. You decided that despite your sombre mood you’d still dress for the occasion and stepped out in a lacy Versace midi dress that you had been saving for the end of the trip.

“Hey y/n that milf hunter has been lookin- wow you look great!” Haechan’s eyes widened as he took a second to look at you.

“Thanks Haechan, who knew you’d be the least hated person on my trip this year” you nudged him playfully.

“Character development” he winked before realising what he came over for, “oh I was saying that Jae-“

“Hello y/n '' Jaehyun approached you in a Prada custom, you figured at this point he was probably sponsored since that's the only brand he wore the entire trip.

“Hi Jaehyun” you forced a smile as he gestured for you to take his arm. Your stomach churned as you watched him flash that gorgeous smile to all your fathers elite guests, all the older women gushing and giggling when he acknowledged their existence.

“What’s going on with your brother and y/n?” Chenle asked Sungchan who just shrugged as he was just as confused as the rest of them. Jaemin was especially confused. Could he have been wrong about the woman his father had seen ?

Doyoung was a bit distracted by all the guests but he managed to catch a little glimpse of you when you were being introduced to a board member by your father.

You looked breathtaking and he couldn’t wait to tell you that. He wished he could just steal you away just for a minute and have you all to himself. He wanted to pepper your skin with soft kisses and tell you how beautiful you were. He wanted to show you off to everyone here that you were his.

But Doyoung’s smile faded when he saw Jaehyun slip beside you and his hand was placed on the small of your back as he joined the conversation. Jaehyun was behaving differently. He was attached to your side and now he had the distaste of watching Jaehyun press his lips against your cheek.

“Whatever he is doing I am not involved” Doyoung snapped out of trance to Johnny's voice beside him. The taller man offered him a whiskey as they watched the scene from a distance.

“I thought you said he’s not interested in her,” Doyoung said as he winced at the taste of his whiskey.

“You know how these kids are” Johnny shrugged, “one day they’re fighting next day they’re fucking like rabbits.”

Doyoung shook his head at Johnny's crude words as he continued to observe the strange interaction. That was until Jaehyun had locked eyes with him and he sent him a wink.

God he knew.

“You told your nephew ?” Doyoung pulled Johnny aside who was still pretty much oblivious to everything that was unfolding.

“Told him what ?”

“What do you mean! You know what” Doyoung shot back the rest of his whiskey in frustration. “Johnny, did you tell your indecent moronic nephew about y/n and I ?”

Johnny thought about it for a second and then raised his hands in defence. “He must have overheard me on the phone or maybe I….mentioned it while I was drunk.”

“You’re unbelievable” Doyoung spat and shoved the glass into Johnny's hands before making his way out onto the terrace for a breath of fresh air.

Meanwhile you finally found an excuse to get away from Jaehyun who decided that his next target for the night was some film star from the 80s that he wanted as a mentor. You walked out into the courtyard and blew out a sigh of relief that you were finally free from that place.

“Y/n….”

You looked back and noticed Doyoung was making his way down from another exit, probably sick of this party as well. You were so happy to see him finally, he’s the only person you wanted to see tonight. Doyoung moved down a path that was dimly lit and away from anyone at the party and waited until you were able to make your way over to him.

“Doyoung” you practically ran into his arms as the two of you embraced tightly under the moonlit sky. You didn’t want to let him go. Especially after everything that had happened earlier on.

“y/n what is going on?” He asked with concern as he studied your face.

“That bastard ugh” you cursed, “Jaehyun knows about us and now he’s blackmailing me into dating him for some film feature.”

Doyoung felt a burning sensation in his throat. Having someone like Jaehyun in on the secret meant it was done, it was over for everyone involved.

“Should I talk to him, what he says something after ? I could-“

“No” you replied, pressing your hands to his chest. “He made me sign an agreement that he wouldn’t say anything, as long as I do a few PR couple things for him.”

“This is my fault I should’ve never told Johnny I should’ve -“

“It’s not your fault” you cut him off again, “this relationship we have is complicated and after speaking with Jaehyun I realised that it’s going to be difficult regardless if he knew or not.”

Doyoung licked his lips as he figured what you were getting at. He never thought about how hard it would be to even start seeing you in your day to day life once he was a divorced man. Your father and him might ruin a good business relationship and opportunities for you could be removed based on what the public opinion would be.

“So this ends here then” he said defeatedly as he watched you fight back a few tears.

“I wish it could be different” you replied and looked up into his comforting eyes. Doyoung leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet and soft, it reminded you of the one night you were able to sleep over and finally fall asleep in his arms.

It wasn’t long until the kiss became intense, and Doyoung had you up against the stone wall pressing his body against yours as he ravished you with kisses. There was absolutely no way the two of you could sneak off so you were okay to get whatever little time the two of you had left. Doyoung pushed up your dress in a hurry as you undid his pants and got into a position that would give him easy access in the short space of time. Groaning as he entered you, Doyoung pushed your hair to the side and left open mouth kisses along your neck and jawline as he pounded into you, a few feet from your father’s dinner party.

“Doyoung I can't hold on any longer” you panted as you chased your orgasm. Doyoung planted a soft kiss on your cheek before quickening his pace and his soft whispers made you weak at the knees.

“Baby i'm going to fill you up and don't you worry this won't be the last time, I promise” he grunted until he finally released inside of you and quickly grabbed hold of your waist to help your balance. That was probably one of the best orgasms of your life and you wondered if you’d ever feel something like that ever again.

“Did you mean it ?” you asked in a soft voice as Doyoung helped you neaten up.

“That it won't be the last ?”

You nodded and he cupped your face with his large hands, smiling down at you.

“It's tough right now, but after things begin to settle we can try going on a little private vacation, just you and me” he promised with a kiss on your forehead, “look at it this way, being apart for a while will just build excitement to seeing each other again.”

You chuckled and nodded once more, softly embracing him before realising it was probably time to get back to the party. As you walked away you felt a lump develop in your throat because while his gesture was sweet, you honestly had no idea if you'd see him like this again. Doyoung shared your exact sentiments and only said what he said to give you a piece of mind.

He watched you walk off and decided to go in the opposite direction to use an alternate entrance when he noticed Jaemin had been sitting slumped on the terrace chair watching him make his way over.

“Son, what are you doing here?” Doyoung cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his pocket to appear less nervous.

“Where were you dad ?” Jaemin deadpanned.

“I was..I was just-”

“How long have you been seeing y/n ?” Jaemin looked up at him and Doyoung’s chest felt heavy as his son looked at him with such disgust in his eyes.

“Jaemin what are you talking-”

“Look,” Jaemin cut his father off, “I went to your hotel room and figured it out, I didn't tell anyone and I don't plan to because I don't want to be embarrassed.”

Doyoung sighed and it felt like his entire world just crashed once more. From being a shitty husband the last thing on earth he ever wanted to be was a shitty father. He was selfish because he was unhappy in his marriage but not once did he consider how Jaemin would feel if, when he found out.

“I'm so sorry Jaemin, I really am and don't worry it started and ended on this trip” Doyoung tried to reassure the boy. “I made a huge fucking mistake because-”

“You wanted out of your marriage” Jaemin sighed and Doyoung nodded with guilt. Jaemin chuckled bitterly and looked off into the distance. “What’s more annoying is that Ive never seen you happier you know, I just assumed it was being away from the office.”

Doyoung listened intently as Jaemin shared his sentiments. “I cant believe the reason you had to suffer and stay in this awful marriage was probably because of me” Jaemin frowned and looked back at his dad, “Of course I hate that it was y/n but dad please live for yourself, I can't stand this person you have become in the last few years.”

Jaemin’s words surprised Doyoung but he hated that he didn't want him to think that you were the sole purpose for his new found joy. Being free was the root of his happiness and being with someone like you made him feel free.

“Look son, firstly us staying together was our choice and I apologise that you felt guilty for my change in character, that is not your fault and never will be” Doyoung reassured him and placed his hand on Jaemin’s shoulder, “y/n have ended what we have and shes with…Jaehyun now, don't worry about it okay?”

Doyoung would rather use Jaehyun’s blackmail to avert all attention all together and in turn that part of the deal seems more realistic and eventually everybody is happy. Almost everyone.

Jaemin felt a sense of calm that the affair was over and that you were moving on. He obviously hated Jaehyun but it was better to bury all of this and for it to never be revisited ever again.

“Okay cool” Jaemin finally said, “God I hate this resort.”

“That makes two of us.”

Back at the party you were practically on autopilot, doing the rounds of small talk with all of your father’s guests to distract your mind from Doyoung. This was what being a socialite was all about. Your lives were a mess just like anybody else but the media could only show the good side of it. The lavish parties, the power couples, the perfect children with the perfect grades.

That's all it ever was and will ever be.

The next day all bags packed you had your father’s closest circle had a grand breakfast then gathered in the lobby for the last goodbye.

“What a time huh?” Johnny Suh bellowed as he shook your father’s hand, “next time at the Maldives resort ?”

Were not fishing your drunk body out of the ocean Johnny” your father quipped as the two of them laughed in unison. You said your goodbyes to Chenle whose father was already rushing them into their car.

“Mr Qian is a true airport dad” Haechan shook his head.

“What is he late for ? He literally owns a private jet” Sungchan added.

You smiled as Jaehyun came over, you really played up the fake girlfriend thing because you had no idea what the psychopath was capable of next.

“Aw look at you, so sad to see me go” Jaehyun pouted as he moved a strand of hair out of your face.

“Hmm so sad” you gritted your teeth as you pulled him into a hug that involved a cheeky pinch to his side which only made him laugh. Jaehyun pressed his lips to your cheek and slipped his hand down to your lower back.

“Be a good girl now and I’ll be seeing you in New York next week” Jaeyhun smirked and made his way out with Sungchan and his uncle.

Jaemin shuffled awkwardly as it was now just your family, his and Lee Haechan. He watched as you and his father paid each other no mind as if nothing has or ever happened between the two of you. Doyoung tipped an employee that loaded their car and waited until his family had finished their goodbyes.

“Oh please do come to the next vacation, it was a pleasure having you” your mom hugged the Kims before Mrs Kim, her son and Haechan jumped into the vehicle.

“Yes Doyoung don't you dare go off and work in solitude like you always do” your father gave him a firm handshake.

“We shall see what the future holds,” Doyoung smiled before coming over to you. He almost felt like a stranger again with the way he stood his distance and held out his hand to you.

“I hope when you're not too busy we can play golf again” He smiled and you felt your heart flutter.

“I’ll let you know when my schedule is free Mr Kim.”

The End

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