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mugunghwarp · 2 years

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Idade: 32 anos.

Gênero: Masculino cis.

Qualidades: Paciente, carinhoso.

Defeitos: Perfeccionista, inseguro.

Nacionalidade/Etnia: Sul coreano/coreano.

Temas de interesse: Angst, fluffy, romance, smut.

Faceclaim: Ji Changwook - ator.

Twitter: MV90YJ.

OOC: +18 ela/dela.

TW: Vomito, sangue.

TW: Divórcio, negligência parental, trabalho infantil.

Jaehyeon nasceu em uma manhã ensolarada, o que de acordo com sua avó, significava que o futuro aguardava grandes feitos de seu querido neto. De certa forma, a senhora estava certa. Desde pequeno, se mostrou extremamente interessado em estudar, sendo curioso a ponto de passar maior parte do tempo livre na biblioteca de sua cidade. Os professores se vangloriavam sobre como havia sido o aluno que iniciara a ler e escrever primeiro, tendo uma melhor fala e habilidade de absorver informações que os outros. Um orgulho para sua mãe, que incentivava o menino enquanto escondia algumas das notas do mesmo — exatas não sendo seu ponto forte e nem algo que tinha interesse em estudar. Aos 9 anos o coreano foi convidado a estudar em uma das mais prestigiadas escolas do país, tendo que sair de casa para começar os estudos. Morando sozinho desde cedo, tinha mais tempo para ler sem ter de ouvir os gritos de seus pais brigando, sua irmã cantando músicas aleatórias a todo volume e sua avó conversando com as vizinhas. Tudo parecia um sonho, porém a falta de interesse que o próprio tinha com exatas lhe tomava todo o tempo: caso tirasse notas baixas nas matérias que odiava, infelizmente perdia a bolsa que tanto amava.

Durante uma das suas voltas para a casa nas férias, sua vida perfeita se choca com a realidade: seus pais vão se separar. Sem direito de escolha, o adolescente de então 12 anos é obrigado a morar com o pai, que prega ao menino que os estudos não irão o levar a nada, forçando o mesmo a sair da escola renomada, parar de estudar para trabalhar na oficina do mesmo. O homem é dono de uma fábrica de tinturas, e delega várias responsabilidades para Jaehyeon, como categorizar os inventário e entregar de bicicleta as encomendar menores. Durante uma de suas entregas, acaba conhecendo o dono do jornal local que, percebendo em meio as conversas e discussões em que ambos se envolviam durante as entregas, acaba vendo o potencial no menino. Ganha um notebook de presente e — por medo da reação do pai ganancioso — esconde o mesmo, criando um blog e escrevendo sobre as pessoas que acabava conhecendo durante suas entregas. Em menos de um ano, consegue organizar uma conta bancária secreta, no qual recebe doações de pessoas que apoiam e gostam que escreve e percebendo o valor gradualmente subindo, decide que o dinheiro será seu escape da vida que tinha.

Aproveitando da tecnologia em suas mãos, o menor utilizava de uma parcela do que recebia para terminar os estudos a distância, tendo professores com quem se encontrava nos dias em que o pai estava viajando ou ocupado demais na fábrica para ir para casa. Mesmo terminando relativamente atrasado se comparando com alguns dos meninos de sua idade, tinha um diploma em mãos, uma quantia considerável em dinheiro, e força de vontade para seguir um caminho só seu. Com os planos formados, o adolescente apenas esperava os poucos dias que restavam até atingir a maioridade para sair de casa. Em uma de suas últimas entregas, acaba esbarrando no dono do jornal, Taeh, que após alguns minutos de conversa descobre estar se mudando para trabalhar em uma editora grande nos Estados Unidos. O mesmo ao ouvir dos planos de Yuu não hesita em chama-lo para ir consigo, e em menos de duas semanas ambos se encontram no país americano.

A briga que tivera com o pai ainda soava em seus ouvidos, o mais velho tendo gritado enquanto o seguia casa afora que "ninguém nunca ia querer ler algo de um burro como você", algo que sabia ser mentira, mas ainda se sentia inseguro sobre. Com a chegada no país novo, encontrou uma grande dificuldade: o diploma que continha não era aceito, ou se era, ainda precisava de muito dinheiro para conseguir pagar uma graduação. Sem muito o que fazer, seguia Taeh pela cidade, auxiliando o mais velho com o que podia: resumindo as propostas dos livros, categorizando, editando e escrevendo relatórios, tudo como se fosse o outro já que era sua única forma de pagar pela moradia e comida que tinha na mesa. Durante um jantar realizado no apartamento de ambos, acaba conhecendo um escritor famoso, que após algumas taças de vinho admite que cada palavra no livro que vendia não fora escrita por si, mas sim por um homem contratado. As portas se abriam para Jaehyeon, que implorava ao companheiro de casa para citar seu nome em qualquer oportunidade que tinha, até finalmente iniciar sua carreira como escritor fantasma.

O primeiro livro fora seu maior problema, tendo que relatar sobre a vida de uma mulher mesquinha que nunca trabalhara um dia na vida, porém queria se passar de forte e esforçada. A história de sua vida no livro não passava de mera ficção, "não sei como conseguiu fazer ela parecer inteligente", brincava Taeh após lhe entregar um cheque com o valor por seu trabalho. Assim se iniciou sua jornada, normalmente tinha dois a três encontros com os requerentes, pegando todas as informações ou propostas que teria que desenvolver e então escrevendo o livro por uma porcentagem das vendas. O dinheiro fluía para sua conta bancária e finalmente tinha o suficiente para estudar, ingressando em uma das Ivy Leagues da cidade após pagar por seus estudos integralmente. Durante as aulas, era claramente um aluno destaque, os professores se relacionando com o interesse e boa vontade do coreano em auxiliar os alunos quando necessário, além de se mostrar um ótimo PA (professor assistente).

Em seu último período, já beirando os 22 anos e morando em um apartamento próprio, acaba sendo convidado pelo reitor a continuar os estudos, recebendo uma bolsa completa para um mestrado. O feito é uma surpresa e como um presente para Jaehyeon, que após expor tal para Taeh se vê em um dilema: continuar crescendo como um escritor-fantasma, ou se focar em ser professor e escrever um livro próprio. Confiante em seus feitos, o coreano resolve por largar o emprego na editora, desenvolvendo um trabalho na faculdade junto a alguns professores de sua época no qual falava sobre a importância da leitura e do incentivo parental para o hábito se manter. A surpresa surge assim que o trabalho é finalizado e postado em vários sites, mas YJ não é chamado para retornar e fazer um doutorado, coisa que já se planejava para. Os próximos meses se tornam sombrios enquanto o adulto, mesmo com a renda das livros que havia escrito ainda sendo vendidos, passa a andar pela cidade inteira, implorando por um local que lhe desse um trabalho. O tema para sua tese, apesar de importante, fora visto como algo passado, muitos das pessoas com quem havia estudado debochando da falta de criatividade do coreano.

Sem opções e com a conta bancária gradualmente se esvaziando, Jaehyeon retorna a editora, pedindo ao amigo — que agora é Editor Chefe — se poderia ter o emprego de volta. Taeh explica que a empresa não realiza mais tais confecções, e encaminha um amigo para um empresário, que acaba sendo Min, o amigo de infância do escritor. Durante um café, ambos conversam sobre a vida e se atualizam, e após saber da dificuldade que o amigo teve em se tornar professor, aceita o mesmo em sua clientela. Os anos seguintes passam como um foguete, o escritor se focando em terminar o máximo de propostas possíveis, tendo em vista que queria pelo menos poder utilizar do dinheiro guardado para se aposentar cedo e viajar ao mundo. A falta de segurança própria faz o moreno não se relacionar com pessoas de maneira profunda, preferindo encontros casuais a ter que lidar com sua falta de realização pessoal em seu trabalho — algo que alguns poucos acabaram fazendo quando encontrando a possibilidade de ouvir sobre. Aproveitava o dinheiro que tinha, estuda durante o tempo livre, se formando especialista em diversas áreas relacionadas a administração, pedagogia e psicologia.

A surpresa surge quando, pouco após seu aniversário de 26 anos, é convidado por uma empresária, que já havia requisitado de seus serviços, para se mudar para a Coréia do Sul novamente, com o intuito de ensinar Inglês em aulas particulares a alunos de média e alta renda. A felicidade é tanta que o escritor deixa o cargo que exercia sem pensar duas vezes, entregando os livros que se comprometera a entregar e dando adeus aos amigos do país. O primeiro ano se torna um pesadelo, entretanto, assim que descobre em poucos dias a falta de interesse dos adolescentes com a matéria passada. Sabendo da valorização dada a seu currículo no país asiático, Jaehyeon utiliza de seu tempo livre para realizar palestras e entrevistas com diversas instituições em segredo, tendo em vista que assinara um contrato de fidelidade com a empresa em que trabalhava de um ano. No final da mesma, acaba sendo obrigado — em função da pressão alheia — a se alistar no exercito pelos dois anos obrigatórios. Durante o tempo, continua estudando, aproveitando para desenvolver mais suas paixões por fotografia e arte, desenhando pelos cadernos que conseguia no local e tirando fotos quando podia.

No momento que seu serviço termina, se despede dos amigos que fizera, se mudando para a capital no dia seguinte com o pouco que tinha. A chegada a cidade ocorre sem grandes preocupações, e passa alguns meses apenas passeando, aproveitando para se familiarizar com o local e a beleza que exalava. É convidado a participar de um MBA e durante o mesmo a saudade de lecionar lhe volta com força. Acaba voltando a se reinterar no mercado de trabalho coreano, utilizando da grande rede de contatos que criara durante os anos trabalhando para se tornar mais conhecido. De início, é chamado para dar palestras, sempre acabando por se voltar a seu vasto conhecimento e experiência na área de letras, o que aos poucos acaba trazendo de volta os sentimentos ruins pela falta de realização que tivera na área. Corta contato com tais universidades e faculdades, chegando a ficar um tempo afastado, utilizando do mesmo para viajar pelo país de moto e espairecer.

Quando retorna para a capital, tem em sua mente e está decidido que não se deixará ser colocado em uma área que já não lhe trás mais a satisfação que antes tinha. Volta a se colocar como disponível para docente mas durante o processo de entrevista, deixa óbvio como, apesar da experiência que tinha na área, Letras ou Literatura não era de seu interesse. Os anos passavam, e queria sair de sua zona de conforto.

Recebe uma ligação dias após, comentando sobre uma que iria iniciar o processo de seleção para um novo diretor. Não há uma obrigação que a pessoa esteja diretamente relacionada a área da pedagogia — apesar de obrigatoriamente precisar de um certo histórico como docente. A ideia de trocar de forma tão súbita de profissão novamente é assustadora, mas ainda sim o coreano envia seu currículo. No tempo livre continua a dar entrevistas, se sentindo desanimado com as propostas que tem após se imaginar podendo fazer uma diferença tão grande em mentes jovens como alguém havia feito para si.

Mesmo sem saber ainda do resultado e se havia sido aceito, acaba por jogar as coisas no bagageiro da moto e indo viajar para a Vila da Escola. Se encanta com Mugunghwa, ainda mais aos descobrir a arquitetura, a beleza e as pessoas do local. Quando descobre que a Universidade tem vagas abertas para docentes, tenta a sorte.

A surpresa surge quando, pouco após ser confirmada sua aceitação como Professor de Pedagogia, também é chamado para tomar o cargo de Diretor da Escola do local. Organiza com ambas as instituições de modo que seu horário fosse flexível a ponto de ficar na escola durante o dia, e suas aulas na universidade fossem a noite.

Encontra uma casa a venda no bairro de Kadupul e joga uma proposta que, de forma milagrosa, não demora a ser aceita após algumas alterações. A garagem é grande demais com apenas sua moto no local, vários quartos se encontram vazios, e o jardim precisava de uma bela de uma reforma. Mas ainda sim, o coreano observava tudo com o coração feliz. Talvez finalmente estava em um local que se tornaria seu lar.

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ragnarokrpdeleted · 8 years

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oh-beyond · 7 years

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The Postman AU - Part 8

Your parents tried to have children for years… They were desperate to conceive a child, almost gave up on the idea, until finally your mother got pregnant with you.

Fragile child, born underweight and prematurely. You were the light of their eyes. Now you were a teenager and still treated you as if you were going to get broken. Homeschooled and trapped in your house. You didn’t need anything from the outside world.

Nothing. Until you saw the postman one day.

Postman AU/Angst/Fluff/Smut

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“It was selfish of me. It is my fault. How did I ever think that this could work? It’s not fair on you son.”

“It is! I love her! I didn-”

“Goodbye Yixing. You may keep your job in the post. I will make them re-hire you”

“But I can’t just leave. I can’t leave, I don’t want anything, just don’t take her away from me.”

“This... what happened. She isn’t like any girl you might of known before.” Whispered your father defeated.

“I never knew any other girl.” That caught your father’s attention. “Yes! At my age. Please blame my inexperience, I didn’t mean t-”

“You do realise how uncomfortable this conversation is, do you?” Queried your father not expecting an aster from Yixing.

“Are you still here? What are you doing here? Yeobo, kick him out before I murder him right here.” Threatened your mother.

“Samo-nim, if you please just le-” but Yixing was interrupted with the biggest slap he’s ever had the bad luck to receive. The impact was so big that he almost fell.

You father held your mother’s hands and motioned to Yixing to go for now. Yixing bowed feeling his tears on his hot cheek that stung in so many levels. Physically and emotionally he was ruined.

His legs didn’t really carry him well. What was this heavy feeling in his chest? Was this really it? The end?

With difficulty he went down the stairs, he noticed how his hand shook as he turned the main door’s doorknob to leave. He saw Junmyeon leaning on the car while he talked on the phone. When Junmyeon saw him he placed his phone on his pocket and ran towards Yixing.

“Hey! Hey hey! Yixing? What’s wrong with you? You look almost paler than me, apart from that nasty cheek!” Junmyeon tried joking the situation out. “Are you alright?” He asked hooking his arm with Yixing’s.

“Jun- Jun- she...”

“Let’s go home. You are coming with me Xing.”

On their way back Yixing tried to suppress his tears but he couldn’t. As tears went down drawing lines on his burning cheek it reminded him of the reason. He wished to rewind... the ability of rewinding just 24 hours back. None of this would of happened now aware a 100% of the situation.

“Yixing it’s OK.” Affirmed Junmyeon.

“It’s not OK, I almost killed her because I am apparently a pig that cannot control himself, also her parents hate me and they now what happened, also the engagement if broken off. Junmyeon- I- I want to die.” Yixing’s voice was breaking.

“Alright Yixing, so she didn’t die, you are not a pig, and I know they cannot just break it off, both of you are adult-”

“She is 17!”

“She will be 18 in what? 3 months?”

“Eight!” Exclaimed Yixing.

“Well damn! I didn’t know, but like OK still. You are worrying too much, you should focus in your exams.”

“I will not continue, Moon Changwook just told me I could keep my job at the post office.”

“I will pay your tuition, you are not quitting! Not now that you finally are doing what you li-”

“Junmyeon I am not. I will go back to my mother. I just hope ___ can forgive me one day.”

“Bullshit Zhang Yixing. You cannot just leave. Is that how you love ___?”

Yixing burst into tears, he was weeping at this stage, so much so that Junmyeon was worried, he questioned whether to stop the car and give Yixing a hug.

“Yah! Yixing! What the fuck man!? Since when are you this weak?”

“I lost her Junmyeon. I lost her because I-”

“Nonsense! Let’s just calm down for now and think of how to fix this.”

*****

Nothing was done other than re-reading your text conversations you had... He read and reread them day and night. Junmyeon tried to get Yixing out of bed but it was impossible. In the end and after 2 days Junmyeon gave up and thought that it would be better if Yixing got out of it alone and whenever he was ready.

This time Yixing didn’t even have the will to visit your dad like last time. He knew that he was no longer welcomed. He wanted to keep a good image at least with your dad that seemed to be more understanding than you mother when it came to you.

But he was going insane, when his eyes closed and when his eyes opened your image accompanied him everywhere he went and in everything he did. He was done waiting, he couldn’t anymore, at least he needed to make sure you were alright. What if you were really sick? What if what happened between you was actually the new reason for a new sickness? He was thinking incoherently, as if he never studied medicine himself.

But what if... what if you were dying because you had sex with him?

*****

“What do you mean doctor?” Asked your father puzzled.

“What you heard, she is doing better. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with her apart from being weak, and that, she’s been her whole life, so nothing new, but her hormones... everything is better. It was about time that she started to live a normal life, and... that boy is actually good for her.” Replied the doctor with a smile looking at your parents in the eye.

“So you are telling me that all them bruises and scratches that animal did on my daughter’s sensitive skin, and the stage she came back in was beneficial?” You mother inquired through her teeth breathing loudly.

“No. Certainly I didn’t mean that, but... being sexually active is not bad for her, she might seem young, but it’s normal and it definitely improved other things. I guess the boy was inexperienced that is ju-”

“Enough doctor,” interrupted your father “we got the message. Thanks for coming.”

It was true, everything was better, even your hormonal issues went to almost normal, it was just that fever that accompanied you always but nothing to do with Yixing.

It was very disturbing for your mother, she just didn’t want to hear that anything good came from Yixing, she thought she had gotten rid of him, but it seemed that sooner rather than later there will be another encounter.

The doctor left and your parents sat next to you, in silence, avoiding looking at each other, just looking at your innocent face that slept soundly.

“You know we have to do something about this Marie.” Said your father calmly looking at you.

“I hate him.”

“That is not coherent, you hate him, but ___ doesn’t. He’s done nothing wrong.” Your father made eye contact with your mother this time.

“The bruises that decorated your daughter’s skin says otherwise.”

“Marie please! I am trying to conduct a conversation here.” Your father’s voice raised making you open your eyes slightly.

“Appa.”

“Yes baby.”

“I want to see Yixing please. Please he must be so worried, I know he can’t handle being away from me. Why are you doing this to us? Appa, please.” You cried and gathered some strength to actually sit up.

Your mother was heart broken watching you beg your dad and not her, she felt that she was the reason of your misery.

“___ baby, it’s not that easy, he... he didn’t... he promised-”

“Please, I am sorry I am responsible for what happened, he didn’t want to.” You pleaded.

Your mother scoffed and stood up. “Yeah he couldn’t control himself, animal! He is just a filthy animal.” When the words left your mother’s mouth she almost regretted it immediately, but she was too stubborn to recognise it.

You started crying bringing your knees to your chest. “I just want to see him, please, I need him to know I am alright.” You voice sounded muffled as your face buried between your knees.

“Try to relax now. We will see what we can do.”

“Promise appa?”

“I promise honey, you are the most important thing in the world to me.”

Your dad kissed your forehead before tugging you again, the smile you gave as you closed your eyes, he somehow hoped your mother would see it. See how Yixing was the source of happiness they would never be able to provide to you, no money and no parental protection would ever replace Zhang Yixing.

*****

“It’s been a week, and all you’ve done is clean my apartment that doesn’t need cleaning.” Thundered Junmyeon watching Yixing as he ironed his shirts. “And that too, why are you ironing my shirts? I don’t want you to do that Yixing!”

“I want to feel useful, but you are right, I guess I should go back to my place.” Murmured Yixing looking down unplugging the iron.

“NO! Man you are not leaving until I see you are better. I want you to go back to your lectures.”

“We’ve talked about this, I will not do it. If I was studying before it was for ___.”

“And being a nobody is going to make ___ happy?” That came out way too harshly, Junmyeon didn’t mean it in that way and he realised late.

“All professions are something Kim Junmyeon.”

“Yixing wait! Wait man I didn’t mean it like that. Of course they are, and you know how much I love Baekhyun, he is cut for what he is, but you... you are a doctor. You were born to be one.” Junmyeon held Yixing’s shoulders as he tried reasoning with him.

“No I am not.” Cautioned Yixing removing his friend’s hands off his shoulders. “I have been a pain and I think I should go back home, I am doing better trust me.”

“Alright then, you are doing better so let’s celebrate.” Suggested Junmyeon.

“Sure Junmyeon.” Voiced Yixing as he moved to collect his belongings.

“No, I am serious, you know Luhan is in town again, he is staying at Minseok’s, and so let’s go for a couple of drinks. I’ll tell Baekhyun. Chanyeol will come I am sure Jongdae will join, it’s been long since we last met them. It will be great.”

“Not my thing Myeon-ah.”

“You are doing what I am ordering you to do because you owe me that much. Understood?” Junmyeon spoke knitting his eyebrows.

Yixing had no other option but to accept defeated.

Junmyeon insisted in dressing Yixing again, his suit pants ran a bit short but it was fashionable these days to show your ankles.

“I love you Yixing, you were born to look this luxurious.” Joked Junmyeon dusting Yixing’s shoulders smiling dumbly.

“Alright, thanks, let’s get this thing over with.”

“If you don’t make an effort to look like you are doing better and convince me then you will have to spend the rest of your life with me until you are alright again my friend.” Threatened Junmyeon making Yixing shake his head in discontent. “Don’t you want to spend some time with your friends? Don’t you miss us hanging out like we used to?”

“I do miss the guys, but we have grown up and your ways are not my ways, we are not children anymore and your interests are not mine.”

“Have some fun Yixing, live a little.”

“All I want is ___, you think I didn’t live because I never got drunk or slept with a 100 girls. Well I say you didn't live because you’ve never fallen in love Junmyeon.” Yixing surprised himself when his voice came out a little higher than intended.

“Checkmate Dr. Zhang, you are absolutely right, but for me.” Junmyeon embraced Yixing into a caring hug, “for me just try to enjoy yourself with us today, then we will sit down and try to figure out how to fix this, now that you actually decided to get out of the house. It’s a good start.”

Yixing corresponded the hug smiling. “Thanks Junmyeon, now let’s go have some fun.”

Junmyeon collected Baekhyun and Chnayeol on their way to the club where they were to meet Luhan, Minseok and Jongdae.

The guys were happy to see Yixing all dressed and looking forward to forget about his life issues momentarily, Baekhyun kept telling him how the place they were heading could make any man forget about anything and everything.

And he wasn’t lying, it was like entering hell itself, the way the bouncers made way for Junmyeon without having to wait in the queue and the way the crowd almost stopped doing anything they were doing watching the 4 elegant men make their way through the purple dim lit posh place made Yixing think how naive and ignorant he’s been all this time, places like this existed?

“Relax man.” Joked Chanyeol patting Yixing’s back making him walk a bit faster as his eyes couldn’t take the view all in one go.

The high ceilings and the crystal chandeliers, the decorations that looked as if almost everything was made out of glass, even the bar and the Champagne fountain. Making calculations of the money that was spent in building such a place or the jewellery that adorned the women’s necks and fingers. That is the way Yixing was looking at everything and everyone.

“Yixing you look like we have just kidnapped you from a school, relax your shoulders.” Baekhyun jested loving that his most righteous friend had finally decided on a fun night out.

“Oh there they are!” Announced Junmyeon finally spotting Minseok and Chen in the VIP booth that looked at if it suspended in the air, it’s flooring made out of glass too.

“But how- how is that... the booth it’s...” Yixing asked confused pointing with his finger at were Minseok and Jongdae stood leaning of the rail.

“It’s hanging Yixing, look see?” Junmyeon explained. “Come on, the view from up there is even better.”

Yixing followed his friends finally greeting Minseok and Jongdae who were delighted to see him after so long.

“Fucker how are you this good looking still?”

“Minseok hyung you look good too.” Replied Yixing shyly.

“But where is Luh-” Junmyeon cut himself when he looked further inside the booth, Luhan wasn’t waisting his time.

“He said he’s been working a lot lately and Korean girls are his favourite.” Replied Jongdae cheekily explaining why Luhan was being straddled by an impressive looking girl on the long couch.

“Hey Luhan! Yixing is here man!”

Luhan pulled away from that kiss that looked endless rubbing his swollen lips smiling at the guys, he asked the girl to move and he came to greet Yixing that he missed the most.

They spoke in Mandarin as the guys eyed the girl than sat in the white velvet couch waiting for her manly man to come back.

“Yah Lu, your whole face is covered in lipstick.”

“Damn it! I told her not to- but... Anyways Yixing so how is that I see you in a place like this?” Teased Luhan.

“I don’t even know myself, I guess I missed you too much that I made some sacrifices.” Exclaimed Yixing.

“We shall make this night unforgettable.”

It was a mistake for sure, soon the guys found company and even Junmyeon got distracted getting lucky with 2 ladies at the same time, he couldn’t form words as his crotch was being touched by a girl while the other kissed his neck. Yixing just wanted to go home but the choice and assortment of colourful bottles that looked like they could wipe any problem were too inviting not to try out.

He clicked his fingers and the bartender that also was a very attractive female leaned over smiling. “Yes? What can I get you?”

“I have no clue what you can get me, but surprise me with something heavy and not too bitter.”

“Not a drinker I take it, but want to forget.” She winked.

“Precisely, I don’t know what you are going to give me but please make it strong and straight to the point were I could pass out, that way we will go home earlier and maybe sleep tonight.”

The girl nodded mixing an series of liquids. “Pity, you look like you could have some fun without this stuff.” She chanted shaking the cocktail shaker.

“Not interested in anything that is not forgetting, please just-”

“Here it is.” She poured a blue substance into a glass with ice.

It burned as it went down his throat, tears forming while remembering everything that had happened between you two, almost feeling your skin under his fingertips. The same skin he would never be able to touch anymore.

“Another one.” He demanded.

“It’s quite heavy, I made it so you have one of those and you are served for the night.”

“Another one!” He cried slamming his hand on the bar.

She didn’t argue and by his third one he was just repeating your name, thinking to himself how good would it be to see you about... right now.

“Whoah there buddy? Where are you going?” Asked Baekhyun straightening Yixing.

“Pee, I need to pee or I’ll do it right here.” Yixing sounded funny, like he’s never heard him before.

“No no man you go, but need help?”

“With what? Getting my ding dong out and-”

“OK hyung! Never mind, geez...” Retorted Baekhyun.

Yixing walked with difficulty and Junmyeon noticed that Yixing was definitely drunk already, Baekhyun motioned with his hand that he was just heading to the toilet so Junmyeon relaxed in his seat letting the ladies continue their treatment on his needy muscles.

As soon as Yixing was downstairs he headed to the door and without much effort he found a VIP taxi ready to take him wherever he asked.

It took what it seemed like 2 seconds.

“Sir! Sir we have arrived, if this is the house you indicated.”

Yixing raised himself and finally smiled when he recognised the fence that surrounded your house, he smiled like dumbly and without thinking he opened the door of the taxi.

“Sir! Wait! I can drive you inside.”

Yixing sat back in his seat while the driver pressed the intercom button to be let inside.

“Sir are you sure there are people in the house?”

Yixing panicked, what if you had moved? A rush of soberness took over him.

“Try again! They are home!”

But nothing...

Yixing got desperate and went out of the car, he held onto the fence crying like a baby.

“Sir? Would you like me to take you somewhere else?”

Yixing noticed a light turning on the kitchen where you used to meet.

“There are here!” He shouted.

“Who is this?” Yixing recognised Hyunsung ajeossi’s voice through the intercom.

“Ajeossi! It’s me! It’s me Yixing!”

He opened the gate without hesitation, even though all the house workers knew that he was no longer part of your future, nonetheless they all loved him. Hyunsung noticed Yixing’s drunken voice and the urge to help him took over his actions.

When the gates opened Yixing tried running inside but he tripped on his own feet meeting the ground.

“Sir! Are you alright?” The diver asked alarmed when he saw blood on Yixing’s mouth as he turned over.

“I am, I just bit myself.” Laughed Yixing as if nothing.

The taxi driver helped him on his feet sitting him back in the vehicle. Yixing had started a nervous crying, he was excited but he knew that this would only bring him more trouble, now looking the way he looked, blood covering his mouth and jaw, drunk like a skunk... he didn’t care, he just wanted to see you at all costs.

Hyunsung was standing waiting for the taxi to come his way, he was trying to motion with his hands to drive slower, fearing to wake your parents.

Yixing opened the door of the car while still moving, the taxi driver was loosing his patience.

“Yixing son! What are you doing here?”

“I just want to see her, one last time, please!” He drunkly affirmed walking towards the door, but Hyunsung stopped him.

“Can I get paid and leave?” Asked the taxi driver pissed.

Hyunsung fished Yixing’s wallet from his back pocket while he tried to steady him. “How much do we owe you?”

“₩20,000.”

“Wow, quite pricey!”

“Well... I need to clean the mess your buddy here has done, besides this is a VIP taxi.”

“Sure... well you will have to wait here because we don’t have enough. Come on Yixing son, stay quiet in the kitchen while I get the money.” Advised Hyunsung throwing Yixing’s arm around his neck walking inside.

Once inside he sat him down shushing him before he went to get the taxi fare, Yixng leaned on the table, he was still sobbing and of course the rest of the house would hear him any moment.

“Yixing son please, stop! Sajang-nim is here and if he hears you... I’ll go pay the taxi now please stay quiet.”

Hyunsung paid the taxi driver and came back.

“Come let me see your injuries” He said lifting Yixing’s face. “Nothing major I see you might of bitten your lip a bit harshly. I will clean you and offer you a glass of water and then you should call your friends to collect you. I can do nothing more.”

“___! I want to see ___!”

“Yixing!” Whisper-shouted Hyunsung. “This so unlike so you Yixing, don’t make me regret opening the door for you, I will get in big trouble.”

At that very moment they heard the door of the kitchen opening and your dad tying up his robe, his facial expression unreadable.

“What is all this?”

“Sajang-nim, I am sorry, I just had to see what the matter was with Yixing.”

“It’s almost 1 AM.” Said your father not very happy.

Yixing stood up and went on his knees, he kneeled to the floor grabbing your dad’s feet crying desperately. “Please, just let me see her, I will leave after, I will leave forever, but I need to see her.”

Your father bent down patting on Yixing’s shoulder. “Stand Up!” He demanded firmly cutting Yixing’s sobs making him raise his head meeting your father’s eyes. “Don’t you ever act this weak ever again! You hear me Zhang Yixing?!”

Yixing nodded his eyes doubling in size, he knew he’d gone too far and then his tears started flowing again sounding like a desperate little girl crouching on the floor.

“Hyunsung thanks, you may go back to bed I will take it from here.”

Once alone, your father patted on Yixing’s back. “Now stop it!”

“And so you will let me see her? Please, please I will do anything.”

“You are drunk and you are hurt somewhere, I really don’t know how you thought doing something like this would make me let you see ___.”

As your father kept speaking Yixing stomach flipped and your father saw it coming, he pulled Yixing just in time guiding him to the small toilet, Yixing vomited inside the toilet bowl as your father held his head still until he was done.

“What have you drank there son? You are one of those people that drink till they get to this stage? What else I didn't see? It’s like you are this person I don’t know and trusted and...”

Yixng leaned on the basin looking down, he’s somehow sobered, even though he was still dizzy and didn’t know how he got there. If he had a chance before, he’s blowed all his chances now. He saw your father’s hand opening the tap bringing his head down and forcing it under the ice cold water to run on his head.

“Wash and call Junmyeon to collect you. I’ll go make you some coffee.”

Yixing washed his face trying not to cry, he willed himself to swallow his tears but as his knees shook and his mind started coming back to him he felt worst than before drinking. Here he was, at your home, creating a scene, vomiting and definitely the in the worst shape he’s ever been exposed in front of your father. What else could go wrong?

He washed his face and dried his hair with the towel realising there was a female voice talking to your father, of course it was his worst nightmare your mother. He fixed his har and tried to clean the blood stains from his shirt, he opened the door walking outside realising he couldn’t walk properly. He cleared his throat and made his way to were they were standing next to the coffee machine.

“Oh look there he is, the filthy rat that that dares coming here looking like the beggar he is, drunk and creating a scene. How dare you coming here in the middle of the night-”

“Marie! Enough.” He shut her and proceeded in offering a cup to Yixing. “Here son, drink it all it’s a double shot of espresso, it should help.”

Yixing nodded taking the cup and drinking it in one go, he set it in the table never making eye contact with any of them.

“Right so what are you waiting for? We have been way to nice to you. Now fucking call someone to collect you! No! Where is Hyunsung? Let him drop him out of here!” Your mother’s tone getting louder.

Yixing took his phone out and searched for Junmyeon’s phone number, he just needed to press but he sighed and looked up meeting your parents gazes, your father’s gentle and worried completely the opposite to your mother’s. He chew on the inside of his cheek trying to speak but deciding against it, the alcohol still very present in his system. He swallowed and looked at his phone again not wanting to call Junmyeon. Not just yet.

“What are you fucking waiting for? Give me that phone!”

“Marie please, let him speak.” You father turned to Yixing again. “Son you want to say something?”

“I- I- sajang-nim... while I am here... maybe...”

Your mother walked towards Yixing and poked on his chest with her pointer finger. “You-are-never-going-to-see-her-again!” She was walking making him walk backwards. “UNDERSTOOD?”

With that last comment Yixing tripped over falling backwards banging his head on the hard flooring of the kitchen.

“Marie! Marie move away! What are you doing?” Shouted your father going on his knees. “Yixing! Yixing?” Called your father desperately shaking Yixing’s shoulders.

“Did he die? Why isn’t he responding?” Asked your mother coldly.

“Hyunsung! Hyunsung!” Exclaimed your father as he patted on Yixing’s cheeks gently to make him regain consciousness.

“Yes sajang-nim!”

“Pick him up and take him to the guest’s room upstairs!”

“What? No! Call his fried and ask him for his address so Hyunsung can dump him there” Suggested your mother.

“If you don’t shut up Marie you will be the one leaving this house.” Concluded your father following Hyunsung that carried Yixing upstairs.

She was left speechless, she scoffed and looked at the ceiling not believing what she heard, her beloved Changwook, speaking to her the way he did in front of the driver... She leaned on the kitchen counter thinking she was loosing territory, that this will definitely play against her cause. She looked at the floor and noticed a small stain of blood knowing exactly that it must of been from Yixing’s head. She swallowed thickly and suddenly she felt this feeling she never thought she would.

Worry.

Genuine worry for the boy that was causing her nightmares... But also the reason of your ultimate happiness.

Your happiness.

Your happiness that she had just caused him an injury in his head.

She ran outside the kitchen and went straight to the visitor’s room upstairs hearing your father giving commands to Hyunsung. She held her breath sinking her nails on the wall behind her. She took a deep breath before peeking inside the room watching your father carefully undress Yixing.

“I- I think his head...” she whispered opening the door.

Your father turned to see your mother standing at the door. “His head?”

“There was blood in the floor.”

Your father checked and indeed saw a small cut. “Oh my god! Call the doctor Marie don’t just stand there!”

You woke up when you heard a car pulling over in the driveway of your house, the reflexion of the headlights on the ceiling of your room. You were cold, cold and your heart stung more than usual.

“Thanks doctor for coming.” You heard your father say.

Your doctor was there? But why? You haven’t complained about anything unusual to have him coming this late at night, and your parents weren’t even near you.

You shoved the duvet aside and tiptoed your way to your door peeking outside, the corridor of your house was very long but you recognised your mother standing outside the visitor’s room, she looked uneasy, not in her usual self, not for something not related to your health.

A couple of minutes later your father and your doctor appeared, your father looking angry and not wanting to look at your other. What was happening?

Your father proceeded in guiding the doctor to his office and your mother followed them quietly. When they closed the door you found the opportunity to sneak in that room. You put your robe on and tiptoed your way to see that mysterious visitor.

Could it be? But why would he...

You pushed the door open and you saw Yixing lying down in the bed covered with a thin sheet, his cheeks rosey and you just couldn’t believe what he was doing there and why he looked the way he looked.

You heard the door of your father’s office opening and as an instinct you entered the visitor’s room and locked it behind you leaning on the door, your breath getting laboured not knowing what to do.

You heard footsteps and the doorknob of the room moving trying to enter.

“It’s locked!” Exclaimed your father form outside.

“How? I didn’t lock it!” Said your mother.

“___? Are you there?”

“What happened to him?” You inquired from behind the door.

“Open the door honey.”

“No! Tell me why is he here looking like this?”

“He is alright he just fell and fainted.” Affirmed your father still trying to open the door.

“I will take care of him leave us alone.” You plainly stated.

“___! Open the door!” Your mother’s firm voice.

“NO!”

“Leave her Marie, leave them alone.”

When you heard your father’s gentle voice suggesting to leave you alone you gained more courage and ignored them. You turned to Yixing untying your robe and without thinking it twice you got under the covers with Yixing. You cupped his face and kissed his cheeks looking at him and caressing his forehead before resting your head on his chest, forcing his lifeless arm to wrap around you.

“What have they done to you? Tell me what happened? Oppa tell me! Open your eyes!” You pleaded burying your face on his chest, your hand caressing his bare chest. “I missed you you know? Like I think really nothing is worth it if you aren’t near me. Don’t leave me, let’s escape, let’s go to China, I would love to meet your mom, I will make you happy I promise!”

Your parents heard you and they knew that it was going to be stupid trying to separate you from him.

You looked up again and now you kissed his lips slowly running your fingers through his hair, you then noticed a dressing on his head worrying you more. “Yixing oppa, I will get mad if you don’t open your eyes again. Please tell me you are alright.”

You then felt his arms wrapping around your waist, a smile drawing on his face. “Aren’t you supposed to keep kissing me until I open my eyes m’lady?”

“Oppa~~~ oppa!”

“Kiss here.” He pointed with his index finger at his lips.

You smiled and lowered yourself brushing your lips against his, your eyes wide open.

“Your kiss is so bad, I guess I will faint again until you kiss me properly.” He teased speaking in your mouth.

“Oppa!”

Yixing flipped you over forcing your mouth open, he tasted funny but you let him lead you. “I missed you my beautiful butterfly.”

His hand already at your centre making you gasp, his hard erection poking your thigh. How did all this escalate so quick? Wasn’t he just unconscious? He was acting weird, he wasn’t himself...

“Oppa?”

“What? Don’t you miss me?”

“I do but, you smell funny, and your mouth...” You tried straightening yourself but he pulled you back down now him straddling you looking at your innocent expectant expression. “Oppa?”

“___, I am drunk, I am sorry.” He sat back on the bed covering his face with his hands.

“It doesn’t matter, you are here with me, and my parents know, and I am going to spend the night with you on this bed, let’s cuddle till you sober up.”

You pulled his arm and placed your head back on his chest kissing his soft skin. He kissed the crown of your head and fell heavily asleep in less than 2 minutes.

*****

Yixing opened his eyes and found you cuddled up on his chest, your legs curled up with his and the biggest headache he’s ever had the bad luck to experience present.

*Knock on the door*

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A/N: Long overdue, drama far from over.

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed ^_^

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Daddy Issues

Summary: Your methods of de-stressing are not exactly the most conventional, though there is not much about any of your life that is.

Word Count: 4k

Pairing: Ji Changwook x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Age Gap Relationship, DDLG, Age Regression, Oral Fixation.

You didn’t mean to fall for him, truly you didn’t.

It was only meant to be a one night stand, after your friends had convinced you - along with a lot of liquid courage - to go and strike up a conversation with the insanely handsome man at the bar. He had been apprehensive at first, and even before he said it aloud, you knew that he was much older than you, like… much, much older.

Did your jaw drop when he told you he was 32? Yes. Did you lie, and tell him that you were 21, rather than 17, like your fake ID said that you were? Also yes. He did fall for it at first, and you hit it off, sharing drinks and flirting overtly until he finally asked you to come home with him, and of course you did.

The sex was incredible, but the way that he stared at you when you woke up in the morning was what really kept you around. You became the centre of his world so quickly, as he did yours, and you didn’t look back for a second. You were living with him within days, much to the disappointment of your friends, all totally weirded out by the age gap, but it worked for you, and you had never been happier.

You turned 18 mere weeks after you begun your relationship with him, and you were blown away by the effort that he put in to make sure it was the best day ever, after finding out that your dead mother and your estranged father had never celebrated your birthday, and this is something that he has maintained for the following three birthdays that you have spent together too.

Now you are 21, finishing your university post-graduate, and you are fully supported by the incredible man that you fell for by a chance meeting at a dingy bar in Seoul.

———

Ji Changwook was an editor, established and successful, and this gave you the opportunity not only to study without needing to work to support yourself, but to spend all of the time you wanted with him as he worked from his home office most days. The dynamic that you shared was perfect for you both, in your never-ending honeymoon phase, being able to share three meals a day together, work and study at your own pace, it just… fit.

“Jagiya!”

You hear his voice from down the hall, you are just finishing up the dishes in the kitchen, you had gotten distracted with study after you had lunch whilst Changwook returned to his office to continue working to the deadline closing in. You dry your hands with a towel, hanging it to dry over the sink before you skip down the hallway to where your boyfriend is.

“Yes?” You ask, peeking your head in the door just as he turns around to face you.

His eyes light up as he sees you, the same way that they always do, and he reaches out to you expectantly, and of course you walk over to him, feeling the way that your skirt swishes against your legs as you bounce on your feet.

“I missed you.” He murmurs, taking his hands to your hips as you move to straddle him, adjusting you in his lap to where you sit perfectly, with your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Daddy…” You sigh with a playful roll of your eyes, though you bury your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, letting it ground you, “It hasn’t even been an hour.”

Changwook kisses your cheek, and you turn your head to face him so that he kisses your lips instead. You truly are enamoured by him, and you are sure it will always remain this way, nothing has ever or will ever compare to the way that he makes you feel.

“I know, my love… I just missed you,” He replies, “You finished your assignment last night, didn’t you?”

You take a deep, relieved breath as you nod, glad to have done exactly that. Your last assessment before exams, which if you pass, means you will finally have your business degree. It has been a long journey through school, and you cannot wait to leave those days behind.

“I did,” You say with a smile, “Now I have two weeks off before my exams start.”

Changwook holds you tight to him, squeezing gently before he releases the pressure, as you rest your head on his shoulder to continue to stare at him as he talks to you.

“I thought so,” He hums, “Then stay here like this while I do some more editing? I only have a few days left to get this finished, and you know that I work better when you are with me.”

As if you would ever complain or say no to being in his arms, so you wrap your legs around him a little tighter as he moves his chair closer to the desk. Changwook kisses your forehead before he begins to type, and you let yourself grow dazed in his lap, content and comfortable, your favourite place to be.

You are half-asleep, daydreaming, of Changwook of course, he is all that you think about, no matter what state you are in. Despite already being almost as close as you could possibly be, dream-you wants him even closer. You picture the way that his large hands look against your small frame, the way that he gets you under his control at the simplest of actions… and you’re awake now.

You become hyper-aware of the gym shorts that Changwook is wearing, and the way that your skirt sits, leaving you nearly fully exposed, with your barely-clothed core pressed against him. You squeeze your eyes shut, you know that your boyfriend needs to work, and you don’t want to distract him from that.

It isn’t easy though, you are always needy for him anyway, and you tighten the grip of your arms around his chest, burying your face into his neck again if only to stop yourself from whining. It is pathetic, the way that you slip without him even saying anything, or doing anything, yet here you are, trying your hardest not to shift too much in his lap, and it is only getting worse.

Though Changwook is attuned to you, truly like something out of a soulmate fantasy, he takes his hand to your face, brushing across your cheek with his thumb to get your attention, and to let you know that you have his.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He asks you softly.

You don’t want to reply, slipping further at the use of the endearing pet name that he calls you, and the way that his chest reverberates with the deep baritone of his voice. You have to though, you can’t leave him unanswered.

“Nothing…” You mumble, hoping that Changwook doesn’t pick up on the lisp that has dropped into your speech, your th sounding more like an s, and you blush again.

In hindsight, you should have expected this. After a hectic few weeks of cramming assessments, and all of the study preparation for your exams, it should be no surprise to you that you were due to regress, once you felt you were in a safe enough environment to do so.

“Doll…” He sighs, as he tilts your head up, forcing you to make eye contact, “Tell me what’s going on.”

You shake your head, your instincts wanting to fight this, as you repeat internally to yourself, you can’t distract him, he has work to do. Your eyes are wide and blown-out, and they only grow wider as Changwook presses his thumb to your pouted bottom lip.

“Okay,” Changwook continues, not moving his thumb away as he takes his other hand back to his keyboard, “You just tell me when you’re ready to talk, please?”

You swear that you could cry, desperately clinging to his shirt as you try to resist the temptation, but you find your mouth opening, as Changwook had expected, and closing again now with his thumb between your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as you feel the pad of his finger against your tongue, and the calm that it brings you is instantaneous.

He holds you close, his four fingers stroking your cheek as his thumb remains in your mouth, your tongue wraps around it as you suck gently, soundlessly whimpering against him, grounding yourself. It is nice like this, getting the care that you had always so desperately craved, that you had spent the first 17, almost 18 years of your life searching for before you met the man of your dreams.

You are not sure how much time passes, as you listen to Changwook type with one hand, and you hold his other wrist with your two hands, soon replacing his thumb with his middle and index fingers, preferring their length, the way that they sink further down to your throat. You can feel him harden underneath you, far past the sick perversion, it works for you, it always has, your faux-innocent obsession, it drives him crazy.

“Daddy,” You mumble, words almost intelligible as you refuse to remove his fingers from your mouth, “You almost finished work?”

Changwook stops typing, and he raises his hand to the back of your neck, guiding you to sit up straight so that he can make proper eye contact with you, though your vision is a little blurry this far into subspace.

“Babydoll,” He murmurs, his stare is deep as he analyses your body language, “You’re feeling really small, aren’t you?”

It is a little hard to think, head growing foggier the deeper his fingers move down your throat, but you wiggle your hips a little, whining as you feel just how fucking hard he is under you.

“Not too little,” You manage to stutter out, “Jus’ need Daddy’s attention, do work later, k?”

Changwook tugs you closer to kiss him, though you are not quite ready to let go of his fingers just yet, and you fumble to try and find a way to both kiss him, and keep them in your mouth at the same time. It doesn’t really work, and you end up laughing as you try again, before you reluctantly pull his hand away so that you can kiss him harder.

“You know you have all of my attention,” He replies when you pull away to breathe, “I think I’ve done enough work for today… now how can I help?”

You still hold his wrist in your two hands, and you stare at his fingers as you try to focus. It is hard, you aren’t sure what you want, really. You furrow your brows as you try your hardest to think, eventually taking his fingers to your mouth again in hopes of clearing up the fog that has clouded your judgement.

“Want Daddy’s fingers…” You reply as you pull his hand away just a little, gently nipping at his fingertips as you hold his wrist out in front of you, going cross-eyed as you try to focus on them again.

Changwook looks at you puzzled for a moment, before it clicks that you are not taking his fingers into your mouth anymore, just staring. You wiggle your hips again, impatient but unable to convey with words exactly what it is that you want. Though once more, Changwook uses his soulmate-like senses to figure you out, knowing you so well, it doesn’t take long for him at all.

“Ah,” He hums, as you relax your grip on his wrist, but you don’t let go, “You want Daddy’s fingers somewhere else, don’t you?”

You feel yourself tense up at the idea, nodding eagerly with your eyes squeezed shut, “Need it, Daddy,” You agree, “Need it so bad, it hurts.”

Changwook pouts at you, as he moves his hand to exactly where you want it, trailing over your core, his touch is electrifying even though it is barely there at all. You involuntarily grind forward, wanting, no, needing some form of stimulation, nothing on your mind other than your partner, and your imminent release.

“Oh, nae sarang,” He sighs, just as his fingers hook into your panties to pull them aside, “You’re soaked through.”

You whine as his fingers brush against your swollen clit, tears in your eyes as you begin to kiss his neck, and you finally let his wrist go, to instead run your fingers through his hair at the same moment that he breaches you.

One finger first, his middle finger, long and thick, though of course you still want more, but you try to be patient, as hard as it is. You attempt to focus, wanting to stay still, but your hips jerk as he pulls his hand back, only to add a second finger for the next ministration.

“Daddy-“ You cry, muffled against the skin at the junction between his neck and shoulder, “M-more, please?”

Changwook happily does as you ask, his fingers working you faster, just the way that you like it. You are unsure whether it is helping the fogginess in your head, or making it worse, but it feels so good, and your high-pitched moans only make that more obvious. You try to ground yourself by licking, sucking and biting your boyfriend’s neck, though this is to no avail once his thumb begins to rub your clit in time with every thrust of his fingers.

You are practically dripping down his hand when your first orgasm comes close to breaking through, tugging desperately on his hair as a steady repetition of ‘Daddy, daddy, daddy…’ leaves your lips. Hips flexing at the exact rhythm that he works you, and you know that you won’t be able to hold this back.

“Babydoll,” Changwook soothes you, “You know you don’t have to ask permission… Cum for me, it’s okay.”

He is right, but the reminder was needed, as you allow yourself to feel, almost pulling his hair out at the roots as he gets you to orgasm for him. It is incredible, more so than usual, it has been a good while since you have slipped this far, and the sensation is indescribable, so much more euphoric than it is when you are your stable self.

“Good girl,” Changwook praises, though the way that his fingers continue to move tells you that he is nowhere near done, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You can only nod, words are too hard, and you move to drape your arms over his shoulders, clasping your hands together behind his neck, giving you more strength to hold yourself up. You kiss everywhere that you can reach, all over his face, his ears, his neck, as one orgasm becomes two, and onto three almost immediately after the second slows down.

Your mind is blank, thinking of nothing as he continues to work you, and he lifts his free hand to your mouth, encouraging you to take his fingers again, knowing that you need them to feel some sense of control. It helps, sucking feverishly as your fourth orgasm washes over you, sending you further into stupor though you do not want this to end. With every grind down as he thrusts into you with his fingers, you feel how hard his cock is and he knows that you can feel it too.

“Do you want something else, babydoll?” Changwook asks you, his voice is soft, but you can hear the condescension, he knows that you cannot speak and he is teasing you over it.

You whine, muffled around his fingers as he continues to touch you, though the intensity of his thrusts are less, the way his thumb works your clit is not. You try to nod, but your brain is essentially mush at this point, unable to control yourself, or hold yourself up as orgasm number 5… at least you think it is 5, breaks through and has you in tears.

“D-d-daddy,” You struggle to speak, “Please…”

You are so well behaved even in such a state, your manners are perfect, even if they are the only things you can maintain. You know that Changwook can read your mind, or at least the subconscious of it, he knows exactly what you want, even if he will tease you about it until he finally gives in.

“Come on, doll,” Changwook coaxes you, slowing down his movements even further, but not pulling his fingers out of you just yet, “Should I take you to bed?”

You nod as best as you can, moving to kiss Changwook’s neck as he takes his hands away from where they were, and he moves them under your thighs to give him the ability to pick you up. You are grateful for his strength, and for the sheer size difference, as with ease he stands, with you almost completely limp in his arms, and he carries you away from the desk and out of the office.

Everything is a blur, but you cling to Changwook as he takes you to your bedroom. He is gentle as he places you down onto the bed, and you lift your hips up on instinct for him to pull your skirt and soaked panties down. You look at him, dazed as he undresses you, wanting to help him but incapable of it, and he soothes you with a gentle tracing of his fingers on your now bare skin, all clothes cast aside before he begins to undress himself too.

You are practically drooling at the sight of him when he finally kicks his shorts off at his feet. His cock is so hard, and he wastes no time guiding you further back on the bed, resting your head in amongst the pillows before he takes his hand to your core again.

You cry out in overstimulation, but you don’t want it to stop, and your pleading eyes indicate Changwook to keep going. You desperately try to pull him closer, though at this point he cannot possibly be any closer to you, his body pressed to yours as he kisses you with force, as you moan into his mouth when you feel his cock against your inner thigh. His size is a stretch at the best of times, though you are prepared for it today, well and truly so, you are ready now.

“Deep breaths for me, babydoll,” He murmurs, as you feel the tip at your entrance, his hand wrapped around the shaft as he guides himself there, “I’ll go slowly.”

You want to protest, you want to tell him to fuck you hard, but your breath catches in your throat as he breaches you. The moan that leaves him is deep and guttural, slow and drawn out as you take him in all the way. You lift your hips, indicating for more, though the feeling is overwhelming, it is exactly what you wanted, he fills you perfectly every time.

When he pulls back only to thrust in again, it is your turn to cry out, high on the feeling of him inside you, the overstimulation from the endless peaks he has pulled you through, it is incredible, as it always is. Tears prick the inner corners of your eyes, as your fingers run through his hair, settling once more at his broad shoulders as his movements begin to speed up, matched in perfect time as you become more comfortable.

“Fuck,” Changwook moans, “You’re so perfect, my love, fuck… you feel so good.”

It is hard to articulate what you are feeling, your vision a complete blur through the pleasure and your tears, but you stare up at him as he fucks you, unable to focus on anything else other than his silhouette, and his cock as with each thrust he pushes you closer to the edge again. You have no idea how long this will last, or what he is going to do, but you know that his goal here is to make you feel euphoric, and he is going to achieve it.

Your back is arched, with Changwook’s hand underneath you to hold you up, bettering the angle for you to take him deeper, each thrust a promise to bruise you inside, but you couldn't care less how hard it may be to walk after this. Time both flies and stands still as Changwook fucks you, and you are unsure anymore when one high ends and the next begins, the pleasure too much to decipher, his cock too perfect to differentiate between build up and overflow.

“Daddy,” You whine, trying to regain some form of consciousness, wanting to be more present in the moment, as enjoyable as it is to be fucked senseless by your boyfriend, “Wanna ride you, please?”

Changwook’s eyes flutter shut as he just imagines it, taking no time to roll over onto his back, pulling you up on top of him without even pulling out. The new angle is exactly what you needed, deeper, curved perfectly to hit that swollen inner nerve with every lift up and drop of your body. Changwook holds onto your hips to keep you stable, as you rest your hands on his chest for extra support, staring down at him under you as he helps you bounce on him.

You are almost numb from overstimulation, thighs burning as you exert all of your energy. Changwook can feel you faltering, so with an extra forceful thrust, he throws you forward, giving him the ability to thrust up into you from under. You press your forehead to his, a steady chant of his name leaves you until he gives you his fingers to suck on again. You are close to sobbing now, so near to your limit, though you are sure that Changwook is not far off either, as each thrust is more intense, but more off rhythm, as he tries to hold back just a little longer.

“Fill me,” You beg him, words garbled around his fingers as you furiously wipe at your crying eyes, “G-gonna cum again… need Daddy’s cum too.”

You know that you are a pathetic mess, but that is what you needed, and what Changwook wanted too. With permission to finish, and a slight shift in the pressure he places on your clit, you begin to clench to him for what you hope will be the final time for now. You know that this is going to be messy, but you are far too gone to care, and you push his fingers out of your mouth so you can kiss him, licking into his mouth as your bodies release in sync.

His warmth fills you, as he shoots his load in hot bursts, overflowing from you as his thrusts begin to slow down. You love it, the way that he makes such a mess, exacerbated by the fact that you are on top, shaking in his arms as you try your hardest not to collapse from exhaustion. You don’t move off him, once you slow to a stop, moving to rest your head on his shoulder, catching your breath as your chest heaves. You cling to him as he gently turns to the side, rolling you onto your back so that he can finally pull out, chuckling as you whine loudly at both the loss and at the feeling of his seed dripping out of you.

He leans down to kiss you again, smoothing your hair back off your sweat-beaded forehead, and you start to see with more clarity as you kiss him back. It is still foggy, but so much better, and you are sure it will only continue to improve, as it always does.

“I love you, Daddy,” You say, “So much.”

Changwook presses his nose to yours lightly, staring at you with the same adoration that he had on that first morning after you went home together the very first time. You are grateful, for everything that he has done for you, loving you wholeheartedly despite your trauma, history, and everything else about you that you hate.

“I love you, babydoll,” He replies, “I love you.”

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BIRTHDAY BIRD |oneshot|

Pairing: Song Joong Ki & Reader & Ji Chang Wook Genre: Romance / Soapy / Angsty Summary: Joong Ki and you were the dream couple. Compatible, sweet and loyal. Well at least that was what you let yourself to believe. The bitter truth did not leave you. Somehow, your friend Gina's birthday party became your twist of fate you met the handsome man. Two options laying in hand it was time to decide. Were you going to write a different finalé for the old book or start writing a new one? A/N: Do not copy or publish my work on other platfroms without my permission. Every and each like & reblog are highly appreciated.

This is like a test run for TOXIC in terms of roller - coaster. Be prepared when you read and let me know what would you do. Without further ado... Enjoy the ride.

The Break Up

Standing right before you, he locked his cold eyes to yours. With hands in pocket of his jet black suit and his slick hair parted to the side Joong Ki looked painfully handsome.

"Let's end it here Y/N. We tried but it does not work."

You thought things were fine so had no idea why he was blowing cold as if he was unrecognizable. Then it all hit you. He was pretending but you were too blind to see. Biting your tongue to hold back the venomous words you wanted to shout, you simply shook your head.

"Not work? What is not going to work, Joong Ki? I try my best to look pretty when you are around. I cook the dishes you like. I even found the Vinly of Elvis Presley you always wanted to buy. Now tell me? What's not enough?"

Eyes closed his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Y/N you breathe through me, you live for me. That's overwhelming. You drew the perfect future for us but I... I cannot see myself living in it."

Those words were unfiltered and true. You were way too excited and self involved to see how he felt. The thin silver couple ring on your finger felt heavier. The promise you would walk down the aisle was broken. Looking away from the beautiful man you lent your heart, you let out a deep sigh. Gently taking the ring off, you took two steps towards Joong Ki.

"Guess its time for me to burn that picture."

He gazed down at the ring on his palm and looked up to you again. As if he expected you to beg or stop him. Yes, you would but what he told you hurt more than anything. His deep voice echoed in your ears.

"I am sorry Y/N. I should have told you sooner."

Since your little fist tightened, your knuckles turned white. You hissed through your teeth.

"To save time for both of us? What a cliché."

Surprised by your reaction, Joong Ki kept staring with wide eyes. He was about to say something but filtered those words.

"I really liked you but..."

You raised your hand to stop him from talking.

"Just leave Joong Ki... Being nice will not make up for anything. Especially regret..."

You had no idea you said the last part out loud until he raised his eyebrows.

"Regret? What do you regret Y/N?"

Startled for a good moment you let your thoughts out.

"You... You have been my first for almost everything. When I think about it, I barely know about love except you. You have been my only way and I did not even look away. I would not save myself for you if I knew..."

You did not realize you were crying until his long fingers reached to sweep a drop of tear. You just guarded his hand with yours. If his warm hand touched you, there was noway for you to hold yourself.

"You know I am glad you did... It's just..."

His voice was even deeper as if it was possible. The soft way he spoke was complete opposite the way he broke you into pieces. You shook your head.

"You mistook me for a docile cat but I am not. I am a bird Joong Ki and my cage was your heart. I am not in there anymore so..."

That moment was his only hesitation but there was noway going back.

"...so you will fly away? We both know you are too naive."

The subtle mockery in his voice was impassible. Closing your eyes, you gulped inaudibly. He believed you were going to keep lingering and not let him go. That was the last straw for you. Joong Ki saw the flames in your eyes as you spoke.

"Come and pack your stuff while I am at work tomorrow."

His head slightly down, Joong Ki asked as he put his poker face back on.

"What about yours? Should I..."

You simply cut him off.

"I don't need anything back. Just throw them away."

With that you walked to your bedroom leaving him staring behind.

AFTERWARDS

Not to lie the break up took a toll on you. The next day work was a huge pain. You hardly could focus and had to review the reports again and again. When it was finally time to leave you let out a big sigh of relief.

Back at home you noticed the door was not locked. Hearing footsteps inside, your eyes grew twice their size in panic since you thought there was a burglar. Just when you grabbing a vase you saw Joong Ki walking out of the bedroom you once shared. His eyes travelled between you and the big black vase a few times.

"Well... I know you are mad but I hope you are not plotting a murder."

His deep voice was your weakness as always but you did not let your guard down. Rolling your eyes in annoyance, you put the vase back in its place.

"I told you to pack you stuff when I was not around."

You reminded him. He averted his gaze then showed his bag to you.

"Do not worry. I am leaving."

A simple okay along with a nod was your only response before you made your way to the kitchen. Realizing he did not move you stopped by the door.

"I hope you are not expecting me to see you off?"

You asked with your right eyebrow arched. Joong Ki let out a deep sigh before he left his bag on the couch.

"Come on Y/N... We are adults. Stop acting like enemies."

You shook your head along with a low chuckle.

"Enemies? For us to be enemies you have to remain in my life. So no... We are not enemies Joong Ki... We are strangers... We are nothing..."

With a grin you have not seen before, he whispered.

"Ohh... Even strangers can have a cup of coffee as they meet so..."

Then he followed you into the kitchen. Joong Ki gently sat down by the table like he used to do. That moment felt familiar yet so different. The inaudible buzz of the coffee machine was the only sound. You put the creme just as much as he liked out of habbit. There you sat two cups in front of you and no words spoken. You had a lot to ask but what was the use. Joong Ki knew so he took the first step.

"I want to thank you for everything Y/N. Yes, I think we cannot be together for a long time but I will remember us in a good way so I do not want to end this just like that."

Taking your sip you put the cup down calmly.

"I think we should end it just like that Joong Ki because once you write the last part there will only be bitterness."

Eyes never leaving yours, you saw them softened while he reached for your hand. His softness went away when you pulled away from his touch. Grabbing your cup again you blurted out the question you feared the most.

"Is there someone else?"

Clearly offended Joong Ki raised his voice a little bit.

"You think I cheated on you?"

You shook your head.

"I don't know Joong Ki. I still cannot understand this at all so I thought maybe..."

He tilted his head once before he explained.

"I do not feel the same way for you and I guess I am interested in someone new so I just thought it was for the best if we end things before I make a mess out of this."

Another chuckle left your mouth that surprised him.

"You have always been thoughtful."

Your mockery was impossible for him not to notice but he did not know what to say.

"Well I assume you noticed we need time to be strangers so you should leave."

With that you left the kitchen. You heard the low thud of the door as you entered your bedroom.

THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

It has been two months since you broke up and you last saw him. And the first night you were going out since then. Excited you stood by the wardrobe to find someting elegant for your friend's birthday party. You decided on black and picked the mini dress Joong Ki bought as a gift. With shoulders down it looked sort of innocent. However you switched the game a little with the highest pair of shoes you had. The leopard print was certainly assertive yet the black dress softened it.

Putting your hair into a classic up-do you proceeded for your make up. Using natural nude tones you finished it later than expected since you had trouble with eyeliner. When it was done you were satisfied since you got the fox eye look you wanted. Grabbing your clutch and phone you finally left for the party.

The place was not that big but sure luxurious. The tables were decorated with bright blue ribbons and white balloons. You saw a faw familiar faces so stopped by their table to greet and chat with them. Gina came over and joined you for a bit. Then she said she had an important announcement so left your side soon. Grabbing a glass of champagne she walked through the stage. With a wide smile she thanked eveyone.

"And since we are all here I would like to use this chance to announce our relationship with Joong Ki."

With that sentence your blood froze in your veins. Stunned you watched Joong Ki casually walk in a navy blue suit matching Gina's dress. You obviously cut ties before but that did not made the situation less shocking.

Your hands began shaking so you hand to put them on your legs under the table so people would not see. Trying not to give anything away you did your best to put on a sweet smile on your lips. Clapping like everyone else you stood there, eyes still locked with Joong Ki.

You had no idea why he seemed distressed. He probably did not expect you to be there. Then it was time for the presents. You watched people congragulate them happily. Still holding the champagne you chugged it down when it was finally your turn.

Gina welcomed you with a cute smile that you were sure was fake. She accepted the gift kindly and you congragulated them like everyone else. Joong Ki seemed as if he wanted to say something but he remained silent. However Gina decided to push your button when she asked.

"I am so sorry..."

Pretended as if you had no idea, you tilted your head.

"What for?"

Gina kept her smile.

"Joong Ki and I... It must have been a big surprise for you but I hope you understand."

You simply nodded before burrying them with kindness.

"Yes it was a surprise but I wish you happiness. May I give a friendly advice? You cannot win a born player if you don't know how to play."

Not waiting for their reaction you just walked away. Making your way to the bathroom you finally had yourself some space to calm down. Trying to stiffle your cries you took your time. Soon you heard a gentle knock. It was your best friend Yoon Na so you left the bathroom stall to talk to her. She was equally mad as you.

You both talked and talked for almost fifteen minutes. Yuna came up with a crazy yet funny idea that would not be enough to make them but was sure to be annoying. Giggling you pulled your lipstick.

"You take over here and I will take the men's room."

Taking baby steps you slowly peeked through the door of the man's room. When you made sure there was noone around you sneaked in. Running to the first stall you wrote Gina's number. Then you moved to the second one. Then you heard two guys walking in.

Gritting you teeth you locked the door and climbed on the toilet so they would not see your heels. You waited for a few minutes until you heard the door again. The silence made you belive there was noone. You opened the door slowly only to meet the tall man that was fixing his hair.

Both starttled his gaze met you through the mirror then shifted to the number you wrote. The handsome man chuckled as he turned around to face you. His hair seemed soft as it fell on both sides on his cheeks. The dark grey shirt fitted well to his wide shoulders and thin waist.

You made your way to the door until he called for you. His deep velvety voice completed his delicate face. Closing your eyes, you turned around. Trying to play it cool you shurgged.

"Sorry, wrong room."

Hoping to get away you turned aroun but he playfully nodded twice.

"Uh-huh... More like wrong revenge."

You knew it was childish but hearing it was even worse. Averting your gaze you probably looked like a menace.

"Okay I know it is petty but I had to do something."

Then you heard footsteps getting closer. Luckily the handsome man was quick to react to hold the door to buy you some time. The visitor almost shouted and you noticed who it was. It was Joong Ki. Mentally cursing yourself you hit your forehead to your palm. The man noticed the man you seeked revenge was Joong Ki. He looked down at you with a cunning smile.

"Do you want an actual revenge?"

Confused you raised your eyebrows at him.

"Such as?"

He leaned in to whisper.

"Mess your hair and bite your lip."

He moved to undo the button of his sleeves. Confused, you finally realized what will the situation look like. Reaching for his hand you stopped him.

"So he will want me back if he believes I had sex with you? No, thanks. I will not put myself in that situation for anyone."

Tongue poking his cheek, he tugged the string of hair behind your ear.

"Whoever it is, he lost a gem."

Time slowed down for a moment but the knock on the door caused you to fall back to reality. You ran towards the first stall. After Joong Ki left the handsome man guided you outside until the first hallway. You ran away after you thanked him.

THE NIGHT GOES ON

Your eyes met Joong Ki a few times but that was all. Another drink in your hand you were pulling Yoon Na away from the dance floor until your back hit a taller person.You turned around to apologize only to find the handsome man you saw at the Men's room. You both chuckled when your eyes met.

"I guess we should stop meeting this way. If you are interested in me you need better"

He softly spoke. You felt the smile was still on your lips.

"Better than such a lame excuse? I thought I already made the great enterance at the Men's room though. I am Y/N."

Smiling wider the handsome man finally revealed his name.

"Chang Wook... and I hope you are not leaving with your drunk friend."

An unintentional smirk playing on your lips, you shrugged once.

"I mean unless I have a reason."

Chang Wook licked his lips as he took a step towards you.

"What if I offer myself, a good drink and stars at the rooftop?"

You hoped you were not grinning like a fool while you accepted.

"That's more than one reason. I will make sure she goes back safely and come back."

When you turned around you saw Joong Ki watching you with a displeased look on his face. Ignoring him, you pulled Yoon Na by her arm towards the door.

You had no idea Joong Ki followed you until he stopped by your side. Eyes on the ground he walked towards you. Squinting your eyes you averted your gaze from him. Much to your surprise his deep voice filled your ears.

"What are you doing Y/N?"

Arching an eyebrow, you casually answered his oblivious question.

"Helping my friend till her brother arrives here."

A soft chuckle left his pretty lips.

"You know that's not what I mean."

Of course it was not what he meant but you did not owe him an explanation.

"No, I don't."

Taking two steps towards you, he leaned in till there was a mere inch left between your faces.

"That guy, Y/N..."

Yoon Na stumbled so you shifted a bit to be able to support her better. Then answered Joong Ki.

"Perhaps, are you jealous?"

His tongue poked his cheek as his expression darkened. Besides he could not even answer. He looked way too confident when he directed his gaze back to you with a small smirk.

"That's what you want, isn't it? Pity... But it would work if I caught you more intimately."

He pushed countless buttons since he came over but the last sentence blew it off. Your long chuckle surprised him for a second.

"I know because that's the quality of women you like."

A loud break of the white car cut your conversation. Yoon Na's brother was finally there to pick her up. He greeted you with a gentle smile. Almost running through your side he carried his knocked off sister to the car. Then offered to drop you off as well. You shook your head.

"Thanks but my friend is waiting inside. I will go back by myself."

He probably knew about the situation of you and Joong Ki so his eyes drifted between you and him as he kept them on you.

"Call me if you need anything."

He might be a couple of years younger then you yet was reliable. With a smile you thanked him before leaving. Since you thought the conversation with Joong Ki was over you turned around to leave. However his deep voice filled your ears again.

"I will go back by myself... Pulling the angel pose, hmm?"

Squinting your eyes you took a step towards him.

"Do you know what? That guy offered to pull the sex card but I refused because I do not care if you get jealous or not. Now stop bothering me and do something about your fiancé. She is coming here."

You made your way to the door. Just as you were passing by her, Gina grabbed your arm and pulled you back with an immense force. Her eyes were in flames.

"Listen Y/N, I know we are friends but you have a history with him so I do not want to see you around Joong Ki. Are we clear?"

You pulled your arm away from her grip.

"We are but maybe you want to check that with Joong Ki since he is the one came over here."

When you took a step to leave you realized the pin of your right shoe was torn. Hissing you just took them off since it was not possible to walk that way. Noticing your struggle Joong Ki cut Gina off. He walked towards his car and opened the trunk. He took a pair of shoes and stopped you. When you saw your own shoes you stared at him questioningly.

"You took these off when we were returning from the festival."

Had no idea why Joong Ki still had them in his car, you took the nude stilettos from him. Joong Ki held his hand out for you while you were wearing but you did not hold it. Instead you put the leopard heels down and wore the nude stilettos on your own. At loss of words you literally ran to the door of the building.

Joong Ki stared behind you then gently picked the leopard printed shoes you left on the ground. By the other side, Gina was fuming with anger.

"Seriously ?! Tell me Joong Ki ... Do you still have feeling for her?"

Well he was not supposed to have feelings for you so Joong Ki denied as he put the nonchalant mask on.

"No... I just needed to get rid of them."

His excuse was good but his deep gaze behind you still on the door told Gina otherwise. Joong Ki lied. He lied more to himself than Gina but she did not buy it.

SHOES LEFT BEHIND

When you walked inside you took a couple of minutes to process what just happened. How could Joong Ki shake you just in a few minutes after all the things happened? Giving yourself light taps on both cheeks, you let out a groan of frustration out. Finally you made your way into the restaurant again.

You had to distract yourself and made a promise to come back so your eyes searched the place to find Chang Wook. He was sitting by the bar and greeted you with a small smile. Going beyond yourself you climbed on the bar and jumped. The bartender tried to stop you but he could not. Directing your gaze back at Chang Wook you squinted your eyes before you revealed your guess.

"Hmm, White Russian?"

Chang Wook clapped once as he gave you thumbs up.

"One of my favorites. And yours is... Long Island?"

Pulling a bottle of vodka to prepare the White Russian you admitted Chang Wook's guess was right. However he jumped in the coolest way and landed right beside you. Chang Wook gently took the bottle from you and grabbed a bottle of tequila.

"Shots?"

Was his simple question. With a smile you grabbed two small glasses. Chang Wook gestured you to follow him. He opened the window by your right and you saw the stairs of the fire exit. They were narrow so you took your shoes off. Hand in hand you climbed to the rooftop.

You took a deep breath with your eyes closed. When you opened them back you took in the night sky decorated with stars. City lights laid below you in the most beautiful way. The sound of the big city was still there yet far away. Peace would be word to describe that moment.

Then your eyes drifted towards Chang Wook. His tall figure beside you felt safe. His bright eyes and soft smile as he gazed down at you were nice. Sitting by the edge you talked and talked. Time passed so fast that you did not realize it was almost three a.m.

"Guess I should leave. It's already late so..."

Hands in pockets Chang Wook nodded.

"I will drop you off."

You did not want to burden him yet using an uber alone was not the safest option so you accepted after a good minute of hesitation. You held onto him to wear your shoes again. Their heels were high so Chang Wook offered you his arm. A giggling mess, you walked out the door. While waiting outside you held onto the jacket he offered when you were at the rooftop.

Within a few minutes a silver car stopped before you. With alcohol taking over your and his system Chang Wook bowed like a true prince before he opened the door for you. The nonsense chat and laughs went on inside the uber as you tried to give your adress properly.

Joong Ki heard your bright voice as you walked side by side with Chang Wook. He turned around to watch you two leave. Leaving the glass of whiskey on the bar he followed you only to regret. You held onto another man with the sweet smile he loved. When he saw you two taking the same car he could not help it.

Joong Ki took his car to follow you. He knew the familiar road as he drove behind your uber. Disappointment boiled in his blood as he saw you two walking in together. Biting his lip he was drowning in thoughts. He never thought you would move on. He never thought someone could touch you the way he did yet there you were with another man at the very same flat you shared memories.

He did not realize he bit his lip almost to the point of bleeding. Then he saw Chang Wook walking out. Thought his drunk eyes were deceiving him, Joong Ki blinked twice. He was certain Chang Wook left. He could not help the crooked smile blooming on his lips. Eyes landed on the leopard printed heels sitting beside him. The decision was made. He grabbed them and was at your doorstep in a heartbeat.

By the corner Chang Wook watched you two before he grabbed his phone to call her. Seeing the number on her screen Gina answered right away.

"Are they together?"

Chang Wook sighed before he replied.

"Yes..."

Gina cursed under her breath.

"I knew it but... Listen you cannot cut things off now."

Squinting his eyes Chang Wook replied since he knew where things were going.

"Do you want me to mess with her even more?"

Grabbing a glass and ice Gina spoke softly as she poured herself a gin-tonic.

"She trusts you but its not enough. Joong Ki still has the memories. You need to step up your game."

For the first time Chang Wook hesitated on the decision to help his friend. He thought you were going to be lame and boring but you were actually sweet and he did not have bad time at all.

MISTAKES AND MAKE UPS

When you heard the low buzz of your door, you thought Chang Wook was back. Grabbing your white robe you made your way to the door. However you saw the person you expected to see the least. Joong Ki stood there with his jacket hanging on his shoulder and your shoes on his other hand. He slowly directed his reddish eyes at you.

Squinting your eyes you took a few seconds to process what was happening. You were drunk yet you knew him being there in the middle of the night was wrong on all levels. Arching an eyebrow, you tried not to slur your words.

"What are you doing here?"

Joong Ki was busy eyeing you up to down. A low groan left his lips.

"You are in my favorite."

You did not realize your robe was open until he said it. Indeed your gown was mostly see through and lace. You knew it always drove him crazy. Pulling at the sides you covered with your crossed arms. Joong Ki used his excuse as he showed the shoes.

"You forgot these."

Rubbing your forehead you slowly took them from him. Time froze as your hands touched. His warmth was familiar and you missed it. Shaking your head you tried to pull your hand but he caught it. Your eyes were locked for a good moment. Your heart was beating fast just as Joong Ki was almost panting a feet away from you. Taking a step back you broke his grip.

"You should leave."

His deep voice filled your ears.

"I know..."

Those simple words were not careless or pure. They were heavy. Yes, he knew he should go back to Gina but how could he resist when his fingertips were burning for your soft skin. His mind was drifting between the right thing to do and what he wanted. However, the way you bit your lip was his undoing.

Joong Ki stepped inside as he closed the distance within your bodies. They almost clashed. His soft lips met yours. The kiss was full of passion and yearning. You put your hand on his chest to stop and god knew you tried to resist. Your fights were in vain since you missed him too.

Joong Ki's face you memorized, your body he could draw a map of were pulled like magnets. His jacket and your robe joined each other on the ground. Joong Ki's steps followed the known path to the bedroom. Unable to break the contact you undid his high quality shirts buttons in a rush. Carrying you up Joong Ki placed you on the bed as his big hands brushed the bottom of your gown up to your hips.

There was noway to stop after that point. Wrapping your arms around his neck you let him take you. The way he moved took you higher and higher. You did everything not to moan but when he got deeper to hit your weak spot you gave in. Eyes closed you allowed him to have you the way you both liked.

Reaching your high, the matress wrinkled within your hand that turned into a fist. You tried to cover your mouth but Joong Ki was quicker to hold your hand. His lips right above your ear whispered as he kept drilling you from back.

"No sweetie. I love those little cries."

You shook your head but that was a mistake only for him to flip you over. He pushed your legs back and slide inside of you in no time. He held both your hands as he moved rougher and faster. You finally cried out his name as you both let go.

You had no idea how you fell asleep nor he was still there until you opened your eyes to the bright light of the sun. Joong Ki's arms were still wrapped around you. You smiled as you played with his hands yet it faded away when it all hit you.

He was not yours anymore. He belonged to Gina and he cheated on her with you. No, you would not put yourself in this position. Were you going to be the other woman when he left you for her? The lust was erased but regret remained.

You made your way to the bathroom to pull yourself together. When you walked out Joong Ki was sitting naked by the side of the bed since he just woke up. Grabbing his clothes you threw them at him.

"Leave !"

Was the only word you could say with the strength you tried to hold against him. Joong Ki rubbed his face and arched an eyebrow.

"Good morning to you too sweetie."

Annoyed you rolled your eyes.

"I am not your sweetie anymore."

The crooked smile that shook your heart everytime bloomed on his lips.

"Well, you forgot about that with me burried in you, huh?"

Gritting your teeth, you tried to find a reasonable answer but there was none and you were confused. Joong Ki seemed to understand. He slowly got up and made his way towards you.

"You are still my sweetie and I am still the man you love."

He spoke in the softest way. This was no good so you stopped him before his hand reached you.

"No ! You are the man left me behind. You came back out of habbit."

Joong Ki's eyes were deep when they held your gaze.

"Y/N I... I guess I could not see it before but I still love you."

Biting your lip you almost hissed at Joong Ki.

"You were gone for more than two months and now you suddenly remember your feelings for me? Right after Chang Wook appeared?"

Joong Ki's tongue poked his cheek as he directed his finger at the door.

"That guy will break your heart worse than I did. Why cannot you see it?"

Crossing your arms, you held your head high.

"All I see is your jealousy. Remember Joong Ki, you were the one set me free. You never thought I would fly away but now you finally realized you lost me."

Shaking his head Joong Ki put his pants on.

"Fine... but I will be here through your tears Y/N. You are still a piece of me."

You were shaking after he walked out of the door. Those words were not thrown to hurt or deceive you. He was honest and it shook you more than it should.

MY WINGS

When Chang Wook called you were still a mess. Taking a deep breath you tried to sound calm and collected. After a little chat Chang Wook offered to take you to a casual date by the river. You took a good minute to think. Heart still aching for Joong Ki you knew you got to force yourself to move on.

Accepting his offer, you started to get ready. Picking boyfriend jeans and a crop top you put your hair into a ponytail. Chang Wook looked handsome in his v-neck t-shirt which defined his chest.

You walked through the sunset while drinking the view and chatting. You bought rice cakes and shared them. On your way back you invited him in for a cup of coffee.

A few days passed sweetely with Chang Wook. He was preparing the fruit cocktail and his phone was by your side on the counter. His phone rang and much to your surprise you saw the familiar number of Gina. In utter shock Chang Wook tried to grab it but he was too late. You already had it in your hand. You accepted the call and Gina's high voice filled the air.

"Why do not you answer my calls? I told you it was time to take her down. Hit it and quit it tonight."

You wanted to shout at him, you wanted to slap Chang Wook in the face but you did not. You ended the call and threw his phone at Chang Wook's face.

"Get the hell out of here."

Chang Wook tried to take a step towards you but you stopped him.

"I am sorry. I... Gina threw me into this mess but my feelings were you turned out real Y/N. Please can you give..."

Your eyes were in flames. You thought you were finally healing after Joong Ki. You thoughts things were going to be better only for it all to be ruined again.

"Give you another chance? No Chang Wook. NO ! "

His eyes indicated those words were true but you could not bring yourself to care. Even if his feelings became real he played with you like a fool. You could not go through everything again. The ache in your heart was getting worse.

After he left you cried for three hours. Dragging your tired body to the bathroom you washed your face. Your reflection in the mirror seemed pathetic. Decided not to pity yourself, you checked the planes. You did not care where or how long it would be. You just wanted to get away with the first flight.

Packing a few necessary stuff quickly, you were about to leave. When you opened the door you saw Joong Ki right there. You had no idea how he knew or why was he there. You could not move or say anything. His deep yet soft voice broke the heavy silence. His hand reached to pul the string of hair away from your cheek and tug it behind your ear.

"I told you I would be here through your tears."

Those words were not mocking or deceiving. He was there for you and you somehow could sense it. Your tight grip on your bag loosened and it fell on the ground.

#song joong ki #ji chang wook #reader #romance #angst #fiction #story #one shot #smut #song joongki x you #song joongki x reader #ji changwook x you #ji changwook x reader

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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22 and 26 with Ji Changwook bby -pcypuddings 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

To say you were nervous, was an understatement. Tonight was the night you were finally seeing Changwook after what felt like years apart, but in reality it had only been a few weeks. You missed him, his smile, his hugs, his scent, but mostly you missed his cock.

There was nothing that compared to the way he fucked you, or the way he made you cum and tonight, you couldn't wait for it. You eagerly open the door to his apartment, seeing him standing there with a smoldering look on his face as his muscles twitched beneath his shirt.

You bite your bottom lip, eyeing him up and down, noticing his cock pressing against his jeans. You knew it was just itching to get out.

"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" You ask, motioning to his cock with your eyes.

Changwook let's out a light chuckle as he takes a few steps towards you. His body presses against yours, his hand gliding up your body before wrapping around your throat, squeezing tightly. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "This cock isn't going to suck itself." He whispers before moving away from you, pushing you back while releasing your neck. You shuffle towards him, dropping to your knees as you begin to unbutton his jeans.

"That's a good girl."

#smut promts #ji changwook #changwook smut #changwook

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kalonkrp-blog · 7 years

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⤛ Ji Changwook is being requested at Kalon RP! ⤜

ka·lon ( n. ) : a beauty that is more than skin deep. skin against skin but a connection much deeper than just the physical. enjoy the smallest of pleasures and deepest of souls. you’d be surprised at what you can uncover.

kalon is an 18+ literate smut roleplay for anyone in the asian industry to express their desires, build connections, and character development. join us for a thrilling journey in finding your beauty beyond the superficial.

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#krp ad #krdbfeatured #fb krp #kpop rp #ji changwook

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variforme · 7 years

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Hi, I can't remember your name because we met yesterday but Changwook is sooooo sexy. Smut RP?

Hello, you can call me oppa ! You have my permission to Sarang The Shaft ^_^ Heh. I look forward to writing with you !

#iii. answered : out of character ;#dracilier #thats it im deleting sdfgsdfgsdf

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naked-rp-blog1 · 7 years

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JI CHANGWOOK IS WANTED at Naked.

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Naked Roleplay is a facebook, smut, all boys, literate and AU roleplay. This roleplay contains mature and triggering content.

❝A safe haven for gay and curious men in the world. Come and explore Naked. We are eager to know you, Sir.❞

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#krdb #ji changwook #facebook rp #kpop rp #krp

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sugawriting · 7 years

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On A Whim

Word Count: 2,960

Genre: Fluff/ Smut

A/N: This as something I had half planned from over 6 months ago so bare with me because even I don’t know where this was originally suppose to go.

(also this is totally for @seoulscript to enjoy at her discretion )

Just as the music starts up you slump deeper into your chair. It was one of your best friend’s wedding and you wanted to celebrate with her, but you couldn't help your recent break up. He was such an asshole, but along with all the anger you remembered all the good times and couldn't help but be sad. “Come on!” Layla attempted to pull you to the dance floor “No, i’m just gonna chill,” you respond disheartened as she then moves on to annoy her own reluctant date.

You were now the only one of your friends without a guy and you didn't want to ruin the happy atmosphere. So without much protest you get to sulking at your table as you wait for everyone to file in and the reception to start. Maia, the happy bride finally sits at the head table with an equally happy Taehyung beside her.

Clink! Clink! Her sister gets the attention of the whole room. “Thank you all for coming! We’re here to celebrate my little sis’ wedding!” a loud round of applause erupted. You zone out her words as you stare at the happy couple, they were just so happy. Even all your friends at the table were neatly paired up. Maia found someone just as spontaneous as her, Layla had a guy who cursed just as much as her; and you had thought you had found the water to your fire. However, he had proved to be more like oil.

It was only when you heard the scrape of a chair pull out beside you that you actually snap back to reality. Since you had to cancel your ex’s seat on such short notice, people were shuffled around. The new person that owned the seat beside you was now Jeon Jungkook. Silently you curse Maia because you knew it was her doing. Jungkook was a friend of Taehyung and you had only seen him a few times. You may have mentioned that he was cute once or twice, but you didn’t pay much attention since you were in a relationship.

“Jungkookieee-” all the males at the table chime while the females give you a knowing look. Attempting to maintain a fake facade of ‘cool’ you give him a small smile before going back to staring at your plate. You can feel Jungkook’s burning gaze but you push thoughts of him out of your mind as the newlyweds stand to make their final address before the feast.

“Alright! Everyone take their seats and let the feast begin!” Maia ends off and so begins the meal. Waiters whizzed around with a dizzying array of dishes. Although it all looked delicious, you weren’t really in the mood for eating. Especially when you see Jungkook peering at you over his drink every few minutes. However, it was when he stopped looking at you that tinted you a slight shade of jealous. Maybe he stopped starring because he knew you were uncomfortable. Or because he found something better to look at. Or maybe he was only staring because like some of the other guest; thought a freshly single woman was something to gawk at.

Shaking the anger out of your head, you take note of your facial expression; making sure you didn’t give away your inner turmoil. Drifting in and out of the conversation and picking at your meal, all you really just wanted was lay in bed and stare at the ceiling; wallow in your self pity. But no, this was Maia’s wedding and you’d be damned if this was going to be anything but a joyous occasion.

After everyone was sufficiently stuffed the music was once again blasted. Following Maia and Taehyung, people began to parade onto the dance floor in annoying twos. You grab a roll of bread and prepare for a long night. Your table quickly empties, leaving you to your own thoughts. 1, 2, 3; you lose count of the rolls but when you reach in and are finally met with an empty basket you sigh.

You would be lying that your heart didn't flutter when Jungkook sat next to you, but as soon as the music turned on there were girls from every directing asking him to the dance floor. Like a predator stalking it’s meal, each girl would wait in the wings, stalking Jungkook until he was free then pounce of him for a dance. It was interesting to watch, like flipping to the Discovery Channel. He twirled each one perfectly on the spot, even dipping a few. However, the more you watched him dance around the more that tinge of jealousy grew.

And then you thought about Changwook; what he must be doing right now, who that asshole must be doing right now. You could imagine how he would have been at this event. He would of grabbed hold of your hand and tugged lightly until you got the idea that he wanted to dance. Then the two of you would glide over the hardwood and he would take lead. Every twirl, dip, spin would be exactly coordinated into a beautiful show and you looked like a princess walking on air. That how he was with everything. Except in bed. There you were in charge. Knowing just how to push his buttons to work him right up to the point, but he wasn’t allowed to do anything until he fulfilled your wishes. His hands were perfectly shaped to work you with, so how could you not make use of them?

You clench your jaw, trying to push back your needy thoughts. Adjusting in your seat trying to get your muscles to relax so you wouldn’t have to pay an emergency visit to the washroom. The next thought to flood your mind was rage. When ever you had even a glimmer of yearning for him you reminded yourself what he did. If that cheater ever tried to waltz into your life again then he was in for more than a bloody nose.

“Ugh” you hear, accompanied by a puff of air come from beside you as Jungkook sits down. “I just, came for the food. Why are these girls all over me?” You give him a judging look, but are drawn out of your fit of anger. “Also for the happy couple of course.” He continues, flashing a wide smile as he reaches into the bread basket and your scowl softens a little. “And now there’s no bread!?” He crosses his arms and slums back into the chair. Of course, you were not about to tell him you had been the one that stuffed your face with all 13 bread rolls. Instead you try and shift the topic away from the empty basket.

“So, um-how’s it going?”

“Not bad, a little hungry. How about you? I see you're uhh-ummm…” he trails off and you can see his internal struggle to retract his statement. His puzzled, panicked look was so cute you couldn’t help but crack a small smile. This settled his heart and he begins to query you about random things.

“Favourite ice cream?”

“Vanilla, Heavenly Hash, Green Tea.”

“You can’t have 3 favourite ice creams!”

“Well, I do. Deal with it,” sticking out your tongue.

“What’s you favourite colour.”

“Blue.”

“did you eat the bread.”

“I’ll never tell,” you responded with a wink.

“You wanna blow this place,” Jungkook’s eyebrow raised as the question passed his lips. You almost responded with a truthful ‘yes’ but you catch your breath in you throat. Trying to think of your next move you begin to chew on your bottom lip. Jungkook takes note of this and leans in closer.

“Or maybe you wanna blow me.”

His tone was low; almost a growl, and you could feel it rattle your chest. Your lust begins to mount again and it was like you had an outer body experience when you mutter on a whim, “convince me”. This was totally different from the control you always had. There was something about Jungkook that made you want to give in. But you would never say that out loud.

Jungkook was shocked by your words at first, fumbling with his phone that he had been absentmindedly been scrolling through. He looked up at you with wide eyes, but quickly accepts the challenge. His hand glides across the table to where yours rest and grabs it firmly. Instead of a gentle tug, he yanks your hand and you stumble into his chest from the force. Of course, his arms engulf you and you look up to see his irritating smirk. Jungkook then guides you to the dance floor and it was like a spotlight had turned on just on the two of you.

You were use to the guy leading, but this was somehow different. Like each one of his movements had a hidden meaning. And it wasn’t that long before this hidden meaning became very noticeable. His hand would slide down a bit further, holding you a little closer, until your body craved something more. So this is how he got all those other girls you thought, but you didn’t really care, because when you looked in his eyes there was fire brewing, and you wanted to be the one he unleashed it on.

Jungkook’s next move was to lead you just outside of the reception hall; where to your surprise (and disappointment) you met Taehyung. “Hey hyung, how’s married life?” Jungkook chuckles. “Married and I’m still covering for your ass,” he retorts and you cock your head to one side, puzzled. Jungkook pulls you forward so you stand slightly in front of him. “Whatever hyung, this is gonna be the last time anyways so just smile and nod.” “I hope so, because my wife is gonna fucking kill me; and then she’s gonna kill you, if this doesn't work.” You were still clueless as to their conversation, that is, until you feel Jungkook’s arm once again snake around your waist. But in an instant, you see the ground.

He throws you over his shoulder, grabbing the dangling keys from Taehyung’s finger. “You got 15 minutes before hotel staff comes in to change the sheets,” Taehyung says with a wink; you still in shock that this boy, fucking Jeon Jungkook has thrown you over his shoulder and is taking you to a secluded hotel room. And yet you were dripping wet for him already. Maybe it was because it had been a while, or your thoughts from earlier, but once he throws you onto the bed all your inhibitions melt away. “Alright Y/N,” he looks at his watch, “15 minutes starts now, and I wanna fit in a lot of things before our time is up”. His smirk lights a fire in your belly.

You take note of the fact that both of you are fully clothed. Jungkook stands at the foot of the bed, towering over you. Crawling to him, you pad up his waist and reach for his shirt, attempting to pull it off. His hands first reach for yours, grabbing your wrists then letting them softly rest on your lap. He then takes a step back and begins to slowly unbutton his shirt. Taking off both his jacket and button up. Then reaches down to grasp the hem of his under shirt. He reveals his body slowly, allowing you to drink in each feature as it was uncovered. When the white tee hits the ground, you can’t help but gasp a little at his sculpted chest.

With lightning fast reflexes he is quickly on top of you. A huff passes his lips before they press eagerly to your and you can tell that he had been wanting this, craving this for a while. Since when, you wonder, but soon it doesn’t matter. Slowly you trail your palms up his toned chest, making not of all the muscles and contours as you make your way to tangle your fingers in his hair. Once you get there, you tug at the strands, forcing his head back and exposing his neck. Latching on to the skin just below his jaw you begin you usual teasing but this time it doesn’t go unanswered. Jungkook lets out a low snicker that resonates through your lips, then garbs your face to look you in the eyes.

His kiss takes your breath away, and most of your strength. His aura made you naturally want to submit to him, but your pride was still very much intact as you wrestled his tongue for control. Jungkook’s hands fumble around the zipper of your dress, desperately trying to blinding undo it. You untangle your hands and reach behind, repeating the motion you did this morning, but in reverse, quite easily.

With a huff signifying his slight annoyance with you, he folds down the top of your dress and quickly begins to attack the tender spot just above your right breast. you giggles turning to to gasps as the intensity of the moment returns. As he peels the fabric off your body, his mouth follows closely, even brushing over your clothed core as he fully removes you dress and flings it away. Then his mouth returns with a vengeance; Jungkook nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You yelp at the sudden pain, but his strong arms keep your lower half pinned, so all that happens is your back arches, pushing your crotch closer to his face.

His tongue soothes his bites and your body relaxes. This was not something you were use to; giving up control, being submissive, this was never your style. Yet here you were being ravished by a man you barely knew, and loving every fucking second of it. When he steps away from you, you almost whimper.

“Only 7 minutes left, i think this should come off too” he smirks as he reaches down to his belt, firmly grasping the buckle; making the muscles in his arms jump deliciously. Unconsciously your tongue darts out your mouth to lick you lips. he scoffs, enjoying what this little act is doing to you; cursing that he can’t relish the moment a little longer. As you see him undressing, you too shimmy out of your underwear. The cool breeze did nothing to quell the heat building up, and seeing his shaft finally spring free didn’t help either.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as Jungkook struts towards you. His lips began to abuse the flesh of your chest once more. An impatient hand squeezed your thigh as the other pinned your arms above your head. He was grinding his length on you and if he wasn’t so damn strong, you would have been fucking him already.

But Jungkook wanted to stay in control, rile you up and milk every last second. “Someone’s anxious,” spotting the eagerness you were trying to conceal. “Well you’re one to talk, I can’t wait to see all the bruises I’ll have tomorrow.” Although you tried to deliver your words with venom, you knew your giddy face gave it all away, but who cares. You were however, aware of the time and raised your hips accordingly. Jungkook got the message and pulled back in order to line himself up.

When he plunged into you the world stopped. It was like everything fell into place and you knew you had made the right decision. After all your heartache this is what your body really needed. A release from all your pent up frustrations. Someone who allowed you to let go and just enjoy the moment. And indeed, this is what you had been craving. The satisfaction of hot skin press against you, it was a similar yet totally new feeling. This raw desire was something you hadn’t felt in a long time, and when you catch a glimpse of the time on the beside clock, you’re already planning a repeat.

Knock. Knock. Knock. “Housekeeping.”

Fuck. You both bolt upright and case the room for your clothes. Dressing as quick as possible you turn to each other; giving the other a once over before a nod of approval. You open the door first and give a curt smile to the cleaner. A moan erupts from behind you and you turn to see Jungkook doubled over with his arms gripping his stomach. “Uuuggghhhhh, I’m so sorry I had a stomach ache so Taehyung let me and my date in so I could rest. But we’ll get out of your hair now.” He stumbles forward and you reach out to support him.

Shuffling down the hall, he waits till you’re out of site before returning to his full stature. “Heheh” he chuckled and places a peck on your cheek. “Now that I’ve saved your dignity. Let’s restart.” His hand reaches down and intertwines his fingers with yours. “I’m sure Maia and hyung won’t mind if we continue our date somewhere else.” Your brow raises at the word date, but instead you take the lead and begin dragging him downstairs.

Strutting back into the hall; Jungkook still in hand, you slapped down the keys in front of Maia. To both Jungkook and Taehyung’s surprise, all Maia did was laugh.

“So you figured out my plan huh?”

“Please, this had you written all over it,” you respond.

“Well??”

“Thank you, but never again,” you scowl.

You leave a giggling Maia and a confused Taehyung at the head table. As you turn on your heels however, a wide grin spreads across your face. “Where are we going?” Jungkook questions as you continue to drag him along. “Well, we do have some unfinished business,” you say matter of factly and his eyes darken. You continue, “And this time i’m in charge.”

#bts #bangtan boys #bts scenario #bts fluff #bts smut #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook: On a Whim #jungkook scenario #jeon jungkook scenario

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oh-beyond · 7 years

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The Postman AU - Part 6

Your parents tried to have children for years… They were desperate to conceive a child, almost gave up on the idea, until finally your mother got pregnant with you. Fragile child, born underweight and prematurely. You were the light of their eyes. Now you were a teenager and still treated you as if you were going to get broken. Homeschooled and trapped in your house. You didn’t need anything from the outside world.

Nothing. Until you saw the postman one day.

Angst/Fluff/Smut

Lay x reader

Masterlist

< Part 5 - Part 7 >

Summary: You weren’t going to let anyone separate you from Yixing. If he wasn’t allowed to visit... maybe you should.

As you father was back from his business trip he was informed of the news. He didn’t believe it. None of it, but it was still very fresh. Also the silent treatment you give your parents was killing him. He had to let Marie calm down to be able to think this one through.

It was Yixing who took the initiative because the silence was worrying him, also your phone was switched off all the time, most probably your mom took it making sure no contact will be made from his side.

“I am here to meet Moon Changwook” he announced to the receptionist at the front desk.

Yixing was there in the corporation, looking flawless. His suit and his hair giving away that he was as rich and as important as any of the people who would come and visit Moon Changwook.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No I don’t, I don’t need one”

“Excuse me?” said the receptionist almost scoffing.

“I am his daughter’s fiancee” he stated arrogantly leaning on the counter “I suggest you announce me if you don’t want to upset him”

“Absolutely” said the receptionist swallowing wanting to rewind the last 3 minutes.

Yixing fixed his tie really proud of this scene his just did. Who knew that Baekhyun’s advises would come in handy like this. Of course he had to filter the advise adding bits of what Junmyeon advised him.

“Just go there and act like the shit you are hyung. ___ loves you so you’ve got Moon Changwook caught by the balls”

“I mean Baekhyun isn’t all wrong. Just calmly, expose his wife and don’t let anyone take ___ from you. Good luck Yixing”

Yes, they were precious advises. And here he was walking behind the secretary that came to collect him from the front desk after your father was advised of Yixing’s visit.

She knocked the door on your dad’s office door letting Yixing in, he walked standing in front of his desk bowing a 90º bow.

“Sit down Yixing. Thanks Haru” his secretary closed the door.

Yixing sat down, his confidence dying as he didn’t know where to start. It’s been 3 days and 3 nights since the incident.

“I knew sooner or later you would come. I take it you went to your lectures today?”

“Yes abeoji”

“Abeoji? Wow, now you address me like that? When it’s not even needed anymore?”

“I didn’t do anything. I was framed. Nothing that happened that day is true”

“Are you calling my wife a liar?”

“With all due respect sajang-nim. Whatever she’s told you it’s not true” he reiterated politely.

Your father held his head with with hands leaning his elbows on the desk sighing deeply. It stung Yixing to see him this weak. He knew Moon Changwook was one of the most powerful and feared men in the country. He was capable to deport him if he wished. But now he was weak...

“I know. I know it’s not true, what it’s bothering me is your friend and the scene he caused in front of my ___. Do you not not feel any remorse? Are you just this obnoxious? Is this how you plan to take care of her?”

That was something that didn’t cross Yixing’s mind.

“Sajang-nim, I didn’t know that something like this was going to happen, Baekhyun is not like this usually. He was trying to help me and things got out of hand”

“That is something that also worries me. Marie... I never knew she would go that far to get rid of you”

“I- sajang-nim, I am really sorry, I don’t know...”

“Don’t apologise Yixing, maybe all this was a bad idea. We should maybe take a break, some time to think?”

“You want me out of ___’s life?”

“No! No no no, I mean just a little break. You will keep going to your university and don’t fail me Yixing”

“I don’t want to. If it’s not with ___ what does it matter? I gave up on being a doctor long time ago. I am doing it for her now, and if she ain’t with me I don’t want it. I’ll go back to delivering the post, at least I’ll get to see her because I am not planning on stop seeing her”

Yixing stood up to leave.

“Wait son! I didn’t say anything about breaking up the commitment. I just... this is not benefiting ___ at all right now. But I like that you aren’t giving up on her”

“I will never leave ___ sajang-nim”

“Just give me time. I need to smooth things up with Marie. Give me a week”

“I can’t see ___ for a week, I didn’t see her for the past 3 days, that will be a total of 10 days!”

“Wow son, you really like her?”

“I love her”

*****

"When are you going to kick that filthy rat from the university?”

“I am not going to Marie, you and I know you made everything up”

“What? No I didn’t”

“Well where is the ring you never take off? Did you pay her with that ring? Is that how much Yixing is bothering you?”

Your mom looked at her ringless finger hiding her hand behind her back.

“Can’t you just see how unhappy I am?” she attacked back.

“Can’t you just see how happy ___ is? And how unhappy she is when Yixing isn’t around? We won’t last forever Marie!”

“She’s never been this stubborn, she stopped listening to me, she is locked in her room ignoring me. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to us. You want her to get married? Why not anyone of your friend’s sons”

“You know why! You know!” your father screamed muting your mother.

You heard it. All of it and it was making you die inside. You were nothing, and Yixing in their eyes was nothing. That is why your father thought he was a good match. Your mother was just in denial that a good rich man she would approve to would ever take you.

You cried and cried. All you wanted was to see Yixing. Be normal and healthy for him.

You got up from your bed and unlocked your door going to the kitchen surprising all the house workers.

“Ada unni!”

“Yes ___, how are you? Are you hungry? You shouldn’t be here, I will bring you food to your room”

“I’M SICK OF MY ROOM!”

“Oh- oh alright”

“I am sorry Ada unni, I need to talk to you”

You went back to your room and made sure no one heard you or followed you except for Ada.

“___ What is it? Are you alright? I think you should really eat something, you haven’t eaten anything in lik-”

“Ada unni! Listen to me”

“Yes ___, tell me”

“Do you have an extra uniform?”

“What?”

“Do you?”

“Well yes, yes I do, why?”

“Bring it!”

“What? Why?”

“Go! And don’t let anyone see it”

“Alright! Alright!”

Ada came back with the uniform tugged under her armpit.

“Here it is”

“Perfect, let me try it on”

“What? Why???”

“Shhh” you whisper-shouted “I will go see Yixing”

“What? No!”

“Yes! And you are going to help me get out of the house, you mentioned before that your boyfriend knows Baekhyun, he recognised you when he was here, call him and ask him to take me to Baekhyun’s workshop”

“What? No I will not help you do that, I will get fired and it’s dangerous for you!”

“Now make me pretty, you draw the eyeliner really good and also make me a french braid, mmm maybe 2?″

“___, no”

“And I need that set, the nude coloured one”

“Why do you need lingerie? ___, no!”

“Yes, and if you don’t help me I will go with the vegetable provider, that” you raised your hand to see the time “he is due to be here in about an hour”

Ada found herself taking you to the back door, your old regular meeting point with Yixing. She had called her boyfriend and did for you them French braids you asked for. She’s helped you do your makeup and finally you got in that maid’s uniform that run too long on you.

You had packed your meds and you small oxygen bottle, and other toiletries. You hugged her thanking her and off you went when you saw Taemin’s car waiting for you.

“Take care ___, please don’t be late”

Taemin was lovely, no wonder Ada loved him that much. He talked to you about how he met Baekhyun through a mutual friend and some of Baekhyun’s funny stories.

“This is it ___”

“Are-you sure?” you asked at the look of the place “I’ve never seen a mechanic’s workshop, but is it supposed to look like this?”

Taemin laughed a little, he knew you’ve never seen such a place “yes ___, it’s alright, you know my friend Kim Jongin knows Byun Baekhyun well. He is a good lad, don’t worr-”

“No no, I’m fine, I know Baekhyun, he is my oppa’s friend. He helped us a lot... long story”

Taemin didn’t know Yixing, but for some reason he was uneasy with the whole leaving you alone situation.

“Do you want me to check on Baekhyun and see...”

“No I will be fine, look! I see Baekhyun oppa. Thanks so much Taemin-ssi” you got off the the car and walked towards Baekhyun.

He didn’t recognise you at first but he sure recognised Taemin’s car. Both males greeted each other like they usually did.

“Who is? Oh my god! ___? Is that you? Wha-”

“Take care of her hyung”

“Don’t worry Taemin-ah”

Taemin finally asked you once again if you needed anything before leaving you in the dirty place with a very dirty and greasy looking Baekhyun.

“Come upstairs, I don’t think you should stand here, you are drawing to much attention”

You looked around you and indeed you had 3 other mechanics giving you intimidating looks. You felt so strange, you had never been in a situation like this, suddenly you were thankful of your parents overprotection.

Baekhyun led you inside climbing some stairs “here is where we live”

The stairs were very narrow and dark, and it smelled funny...

Oh dear... this was a bad idea because you certainly didn’t plan on getting sick for Yixing today. The place was filthy.

“You look a bit pale, are you alright?”

You nodded.

“I... I am sorry, the place is not... it’s not good enough for someone like you” he finished before opening the door to a small apartment “please ignore the mess”

He started awkwardly cleaning around hiding the socks under the table and taking empty glasses to the kitchen.

It was very dusty, and dirty and the clutter was all over...

“Which one is Yixing oppa’s room?”

“Oh this one of course” he pointed to the small room next to you.

You entered and it smelled like Yixing. Here everything was different. You sighed in relief and finally smiled at Baekhyun.

“Yeah... he doesn’t let me enter his room, because I’m a pig as you can see, he tried keeping the whole house clean but I am a mess and now he studies day and night so he stopped caring about the rest of the apartment”

There was a desk neatly tidied, he had books on the right side and notebooks on the left. A ruler, 3 pens and a pencil lined up perfectly in the middle. A small work lamp and a towel over the chair.

“I- ___, I am sorry for what happened the other day. I swear Junmyeon hyung and I came to help Yixing hyung. I really didn’t know that bit- sorry that girl was going to make that scene, Yixing hyung didn’t do anything she was the one...”

“I know, I trust my oppa. No need to apologise. And thanks for helping. After all it’s my mom’s fault” you sighed.

“So how is it that you are here? Dressed like this? Did you escape with the help of Ada?”

“Yes I did. Can I have your phone for a moment please?”

“Sure!” he handed you the phone.

You took it calling Yixing waiting for him to pick up, but he cancelled the call. You tried again and he cancelled it again.

“He isn’t picking up”

“He must be in a lecture, would you like me to send him a text?”

“No no, I will surprise him”

“Alright so, I need to go back to work. If you need anything just come downstai- No no, don’t come. Dressed like that, the guys must already think we- hmmm I’ll leave my phone here, call this number if you need anything, it’s the workshop’s phone. Alright?”

“Thanks Baekhyun oppa”

When Baekhyun closed the door behind him you sat down on Yixing’s bed, the white sheets felt nice under your palm, you rested your head on his pillow, it smelled like him. I felt almost like kissing him.

Oh the thought... it was too vivid now on his bed, his scent intoxicating all your senses.

It felt the best you’ve felt for the past 3 days...

*****

“What do you mean she’s here!?”

“Shhh, hyung~~~ I’m not supposed to tell you. She wanted to surprise you”

“Then why did you tell me? You will never change Byun Baekhyun”

Yixing run up the stairs opening the door of the apartment, he was about to open the door to his room but he stopped to run his hands over his face, he was too excited. He placed his hand on the doorknob but then he remembered that he better wash-up first. He went to the bathroom taking off his shirt tossing it to the laundry basket, he was wearing a sleeveless undershirt that he kept on. He placed his head under the tap and washed his hair and face really quickly. He towel-dried his hair looking at himself in the mirror.

He smiled to himself, he loved the though of you in his room, not thinking of the consequences that would follow.

Finally he went to his room and opened the door slowly without knocking. You were lying on his bed, the uniform had ridden up giving a full view of your legs. He stopped for a moment and he did look in detail.

He more than looked, because his body felt it all over. You were on his bed sleeping, looking as angelical as ever, wearing a uniform... and your legs were bare to him.

He felt it. The blood in his body flowing faster.

He felt it... oh he did feel it more than ever.

‘No no no, stop it Zhang Yixing, she is asleep and you can’t have these thoughts now... or ever for that matter...’

“___! What are you doing here? Why are you here?” he asked moving your fringe away from your forehead going on his knees pulling the uniform dress down.

You opened your eyes alarmed, you didn’t want to fall asleep, you wanted to greet him and kiss him and hug him. It gave you an instant boost of energy.

“Oppa!”

You straightened yourself and threw your arms around his neck making him lose balance falling bottom down on the floor.

“__-”

You kissed him, you were getting better in this and you paralysed him with your lips, angling your head to one side to get better access. You missed him and he could feel the love in the kiss and in all your actions that followed.

You placed both hands under his ears bringing him closer if possible, your lips taking all his, your tongue forcing his mouth open and he moaned when you found his own tongue welcoming.

You didn’t know how but you found yourself slowly being carried and placed back in bed never breaking the needy kiss. It was when he felt your hand on his lower back after you had pulled his undershirt off his pants that he stopped.

“___!” he said realising how much he needed oxygen.

“I love you. You left and never came back” you said trying to pull him back to you but he resisted.

“___, wait. Your parents will kill me. No this is not OK” he sat back.

“Let’s think about that after” your lips were on his collarbones.

“Wait, no no. Look, I made a promise to Changwook sajang-nim. I’m going to play by the rules. This is not right”

“You didn’t even tell me you missed me. And now all you care about is appa?” you looked down disappointed.

“Hey! Look at me! Of course I missed you. What do you think I didn’t? I wasn’t even alive. I missed you more than what I can put into words” he pulled your chin with his forefinger to look at him “but this isn’t right, you might get sick. Haven’t you seen the pigsty I live in?”

“Your room is clean. That is not the reason. I must look ugly because of this uniform”

Yixing moved his head backwards eyeing you up and down taking unintentionally his lower lip between his lips.

“Oh baby. That’s definitely not it, you know uniforms and on my bed... it’s kin-” he stopped bitting hit lip hardly “forget about it” he shook his head trying to forget what he was about to say.

“A kin? What is kin? What did you want to say?”

“Nothing, now I’m calling sajan-nim to collect you”

“NO!” you pulled his phone out of his hands hiding it inside your chest.

“___! Give me the phone!”

“Not before you tell me if I’m sexy. Tell me things”

“You are acting like a child right now. And it’s definitely not sexy”

You pouted and your eyes filled with tears instantly. You didn’t know how easy it was to be torn when it came to Yixing directing you unloving words.

“Baobei? Are you crying? Please don’t cry. No no no. I’m an idiot, no please I can’t make my girl cry”

“Tell me more” you sniffed.

“My girl, my baobei. My sexy...” he bit his lip again.

“Yes that look! How do you do it?”

“Weren’t you crying right now? Aish you naughty little girl” he pinched your cheek.

“I sometimes think that you are an angel. A holy creature sent by they heavens. But then for a spilt second you look like this. You are so hot”

“I am not an angel ___. Believe me baby girl” he said almost whispering, his hand on the side of your neck and his thumb caressing your cheek “now let me call your dad, to make things right. I don’t want to be stealing my time with you. I want our time together to be with acceptance of your parents”

You sighed in defeat. He was right. If he didn’t call your parents they would definitely hate him and maybe break it up for real. You couldn’t risk it.

You unbuttoned the upper part of the uniform exposing your nude lingerie set. And he choked on his spit... he coughed looking away.

“Oppa~~~” he looked at you his eyes teary from coughing “and I’m the weak one? You can’t even take in some skin” you teased giving him the phone.

He ignored your cheeky comment and took the phone dialling your father’s, looking anywhere but your face.

"Good evening sajang-nim”

“Good evening Yixing son”

“I- I am not sure if you are aware, but...”

“Yes?”

“It’s ___. She’s here, I don’t know how this happened and I’d like to bri-”

“WHAT?” your father exclaimed to loud that even you could hear it. He went straight to your room opening it finding it empty “ZHANG YIXING!”

“Sajang-nim, I didn’t tell her to come. I didn’t speak to her since the incident, you are aware that I have no means to communicate with her. And here I am calling you so that you are aware. I shall bring her right away”

“Wait” your father though about how bad you were doing all this time, how hurt and needy of Yixing you must of been that had you do such a thing “is she alright?”

“She is perfectly fine and smiley and sorry also. I have talked to her and this is not going to happen ever again. I won’t forgive her if she does”

“Yixing... I think... is she near? Can I talk to her?”

“Sure” Yixing closed the speaker with his finger looking at you.

“What?” you asked innocently.

“Apologise. Now!” he requested firmly before giving you the phone.

You swallowed and took the phone feeling the most afraid you’ve ever been. This is how breaking the rules felt.

“Appa~~~” you whined.

“You spoiled little brat!”

“Appa~~~ I am sorry, but it’s not fair. eomma is treating Yixing oppa so bad, and it’s not his fault, and I miss him, and I just feel better now that I am with him”

“I know my dear. I know, but this is not acceptable. What if- listen honey. I am sorry too, I won't allow Marie do this again”

“So can Yixing oppa come to the house again?” you asked your eyes sparkling so much that Yixing’s heart pounded on his ribcage aggressively so, his knees felt week.

He was so in love, so in love and all he wanted was to see that eye smile for the rest of his life.

“Yes honey he can. I won’t stop your happiness, and I will not make you sad ever again”

You giggled and laughed and you just made your father and Yixing happy.

It was so simple you just wanted to be able to see Yixing...

“Honey can I talk to Yixing again?”

“He wants to talk to you” you whispered, your smile from ear to ear.

“Y-yes sajang-nim”

“Yixing son, listen, I am very sorry, for everything”

“No ne-”

“Listen to me”

“Yes sajang-nim”

“I think we had agreed to call me abeoji”

“I apologise. A-abeoji”

“Bring her tomorrow morning before you go to college”

“Excuse me!?” Yixing’s expression changed alarmingly.

“I trust you son. It’s selfish of me... but you are doing her good, better than her mother and I ever did. Make her happy Yixing”

“And Marie samo-nim?”

“None of your concern right now. Just make sure she is in a clean, dust-free place, not too warm, not too cold, I saw she took her medicines. You need to disinfect the surfaces. Is it too much son?”

“Ah-no! Not at all I mean, all good”

“Take care of her Yixing, you know she is like a child, she is fragile and...”

“Saja- abeoji” he corrected himself “I don’t know what to say”

“Take care of your future wife son. Good night Dr. Zhang”

Yixing hung the phone noticing how agape his jaw really was.

“Oppa? What’s wrong? Did he scold you? I am so sorry. Don’t be mad at me please?” you said wrapping your arms around his shoulders kissing his temple.

You stood up and offered your hand to get ready and go home.

“He-”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“He said you can stay- he said- he said you can stay the night, here with me”

“Sweeeeeeeeet! Someone’s getting some with his girl dressed as a maid!”

Baekhyun’s voice was heard from outside. Yixing covered his face in embarrassment, but you giggled. He uncovered his face to watching laugh at him, his cheeks flushed.

“I am going to kill him!”

Before he could open the door you stopped him pushing him backwards till his back hit it the door.

“Baobei!”

“Yes? Oppa”

“I- I need to clean around, and cook you dinner- and and- and study, yes study”

“You are freaking out Yixing hyung? You need some advise?”

You giggled again when you heard Baekhyun continue.

“Wait a second” said Yixing turning the doorknock that was just behind his back.

“Yah!” shouted Yixing taking a cushion and shoving it at Baekhyun’s head “what is your problem ha?”

You watched them play, Baekhyun not stopping laughing asking you to help him.

It looked nice, everything despite the dust that was flying right and left everywhere and the itch that it was causing on all your skin.

You loved it, it was like having a brother. You could tell how much Baekhyun loved Yixing after that trap your mother had set up for Yixing. Baekhyun coming to the rescue without caring. It was also funny how he was letting Yixing beat the hell out of him up. You laughed louder when Baekhyun started whining.

You started sneezing and Yixing stopped to see you, your arms and face full of little red spots.

“___! Get in the room!” exclaimed Yixing alarmed “see what you’ve done you pig! Clean around Baek! ___ can’t- ugh” he added leaving Baekhyun confused.

When Yixing entered his room again he found you scratching your arms.

“Stop! You could harm yourself, and scars aren’t pretty on a girl”

You froze when he said that, but it was itchy. He ran his hands up and down to cool you off.

“It doesn’t look good I think we really should take you home ___”

“No!” you protested pout visible in your face.

He lowered his head and kissed your pout away slowly savouring your lower lip, taking time in the process.

“Please ___, we really should go”

“All I need to do is take this off” you pointed at the uniform “and get inside clean sheets”

Yixing thought of your offer... he was too weak “alright”

“Wait where are you going? I need help removing this thing off me”

“And you want to be a wife and you can’t even undress yourself? Tsk tsk tsk”

“Just help her. I’m sure you are dying to”

Baekhyun kept teasing his older hyung from outside. But no one not even you knew how hard this was being on Yixing. First of your father and what he asked him to do, this wasn’t exactly ‘taking care of you’, second reason was the effect you had on him. He didn’t how that he was this weak. He knew when he fell in love it was going to be for his beloved.

Everything, his all.

But you were delicate and he didn’t want to break you.

“Alright I will do it” you confirmed pissed “you will see how I-uh, I will-just one more push, I can of this” the sleeves were stuck and you started panting “oppa~~~ I’m tired” you whined.

Yixing was scared that you overworked yourself. Today was too much work for you...

He convinced himself.

“Alright stand still”

He unzipped the dress till the end and helped your arms out noticing the little red spots that had formed on your back. Also noticing the laced strings of your nude coloured vest.

He tried to calm himself breathing out before pushing the uniform down and out of your legs.

“Alright now I am going, I need to cook you dinner”

“No I don-”

He ran outside the room without noticing the uniform was still in his hands. He was trembling as he leaned on the wall to try shake off the sinful thoughts that came to his head.

Baekhyun was actually cleaning and putting all the empty food boxes in the bin and noticed...

How affected Yixing was.

“OK, rule number 1, if you aren’t planing to take care of that, you should try and not make it that obvious. I mean in front of her” said Baekhyun cheekily pointing at Yixing’s crotch.

Yixing looked downwards and it was indeed noticeable, there was a tent down there.

“Yah!”

“Really hyung. This is the first time I’ve seen it so obvious...”

“Because I am not a dog like you are and because I actually wanted to wait to fall in love? Does that make me weird?”

“All that is right inside your room hyung. I will leave if you need me to. I’ll crush over at Chanyeol’s”

“No” he sighed “no need, nothing will happen” he said defeated.

Yixing knocked on your door again “are you inside the sheets?”

You didn’t reply but he could hear your breathing loud.

“Baobei?”

He opened the door and found you there in bed wearing nothing but your laced lingerie... using the little oxygen bottle.

Not covered with the sheet.

“What’s wrong? Too much dust right?”

I feel itchy, and it’s warm.

“I have a fan”

“No I can get direct air, only air condition”

“That’s it ___, I’m taking you home. Let me help put this dress back on you”

“I don’t want to go home~~~”

“Stop whining like a baby. It’s really not attractive”

You muted when you saw that he was being serious.

“Put it on and I will zip it back for you” he ordered firmly.

He went outside asking Baekhyun for the car keys of Junmyeon’s car that he was fixing.

“We can use it right? It’s ready?”

“It is... but I need to drive it myself because the cables are all out. I don’t want you to get electrocuted as you drive” joked Baekhyun.

But he had other motives.

“Great, now take us back to ___’s house”

Yixing entered his room again and saw you standing waiting for your dress to get zipped up again.

He felt that he over did it.

He zipped your dress and kissed you at the back of your neck “I am sorry ___, I shouldn’t of had spoken to you the way I did”

You didn’t say anything liking where this was going.

“I just get too anxious and worried that you might-”

“Don’t treat me like that. It feels like you pity me more than love me”

He turned you around holding your shoulders.

“Don’t say that. You know it’s not true”

“I know it’s not but I feel it sometimes. Like you don't want me or something”

“Baobei that is the last thing you need to worry about. Not wanting you is not the problem. Maybe wanting you too much is”

“I’m all ready. Let’s go to a decent house” said Baekhyun leaning on the doorframe.

Decent house?

Yixing put a simple black t-shirt on before carrying you down the stairs and placing you in Junmyeon’s car. Baekhyun had the air-conditioning on that soothed your itch instantly making you hiss in relief.

Yixing took the seat next to Baekhyun making you upset again. You thought maybe he was just ‘taking care’ of you, just like your father asked him.

The drive back home was quiet, Yixing didn’t stop looking at you from the rear-view mirror and Baekhyun was being too clam for his own good.

Yixing glanced at the road for a second questioning the choice of route Baekhyun took, looking around finding it was not the right way to go.

“Baek?”

“Hmmm?”

“This is not how you go to ___’s house. You missed the exit and- where are we going? Is this a shortcut?”

“Yes it is”

“Oh, I didn’t kn- wait isn’t this how you get to Ju-”

“Yes it’s a shortcut to take you to Junmyeon hyung’s place”

“Byun Baekhyun! We can’t have ___ travelling around. She’s exhausted! Take us to her house right NOW!”

“Oh tonight hyung’s house is your house. I’m taking him to sleep over with me and you are taking his apartment”

“How dar- when did y- Baekhyun!”

“I will take you to ___’s house if that is what she wants” Baekhyun glanced at you for a second with a smirk displayed on his face.

“I would love to stay at Junmyeon oppa’s house for tonight” you confirmed.

Yixing pinched the bridge of his nose making his head fall on the head rest.

“You are all against me” Yixing whispered.

You soon arrived at this posh building, Junmyeon was waiting outside already wearing casual clothes, a cap and holding a backpack. Bright glorious smile welcoming you.

He opened the door for you helping you out of the car.

“Oh! Maid’s uniform? Are you into that-”

“HI MEYON-AH!” interrupted Yixing.

Baekhyun and Junmyeon laughed patting on Yixing’s back.

“I don’t know why are you acting this childish I swear” barked Yixing.

“You know the passcode to my apartment. I have the books you asked for in my room. There is food ready to heat also. If you need anything call the concierge”

“Thanks Junmyeon”

“Junmeyon leaned closer to Yixing “but really if you need anything, advise... or anything like that, give me a call”

Yixing shook his head in disbelief taking your hand and disappearing into the huge entrance of the building. Yixing bowed at the concierge walking in the marble corridor quietly till you reached the elevator.

He pressed the button to the 7th floor resting his forehead on the mirrored wall of the elevator.

“Oppa? Why are you upset?”

“I am not upset. I’m tired, and you are tired, and we really need to go to bed because it’s very late”

You raised your hand to see what time it was “it’s only 7:12″

The elevator indicated that you had arrived to the seventh floor.

He took your hand again and walked ignoring what you said and how ridiculous it sounded that he wanted you to go to bed at 7 in the evening.

He entered the passcode and noticed before switching the lights on some lit tea lights on the floor. He scoffed and went to switch the lights on but you stopped his hand.

“Wait! No need it looks pretty”

“It looks immature. What is this?”

“Yixing oppa please, I never seen tea lights on the floor it looks sexy”

“Baobei~~~”

“Please just let’s get in and follow the tea lights, Junmyeon oppa is so nice to do this for us”

Yixing was fighting his inner voices, but really everything was getting harder.

You followed the small candle’s lights till you arrived at a room where there were a lot of them all over the bedroom floor. There was a big bed and you noticed some chocolate strawberries in the bedside cabinet.

“Isn’t this so nice?” you asked looking back at Yixing who by now had face-palmed his forehead several times.

‘I will kill you Kim Junmyeon’

“Unzip my dress again”

“Why? No need, can’t you feel how chilled the room is?”

“I will go under the sheets I promise”

“But aren’t you hungry?”

“You just said I should go to bed oppa”

“Yes, yes I did... but- aren’t you hungry?”

“I’m tired I’d like to lie down”

“Ah sure... sure I will go there- I mean out, so you can sleep, and I will go study outside”

“Can you study here? I won’t fall asleep alone, it’s scary for me. Your books are on the desk, I need some light to sleep anyways”

“Ah sure I will stay if you want after you cover yourself”

He finally unzipped the dress and now he wanted to leave more than ever.

“Wait, don’t go... I’ll cover myself”

Yixing nodded sitting on Junmyeon’s desk chair. He turned on the desk lamp and buried his eyes on the books he had asked Junmyeon to get him.

Anatomy, Biology... all sorts of books that seemed to be the most interesting thing in the world.

However from the corner of his eye he saw your figure wearing that nude coloured set walking towards the bed before you got inside the sheets.

Finally he could breath. You were tired and tugged in bed, and he needed to study and it was just 7:30 so he will have a peaceful evening in company of his books and-

“Oppa~~~”

Would she ever let him?

“Yes my beautiful princess”

“Kiss me goodnight”

“Are you begging for attention?”

“What if I was?”

Yixing got up walking towards the bed, he bent down pressing his hands on each side of your head kissing your forehead. He raised his head a little to look at your eyes.

“Are you feeling better?”

“I am”

“I am glad. Good night princess, dream about me”

Yixing went back to the desk and exhaled in relief, it looked like it will be working after all. He did really need to check the books out because he was falling behind in anatomy and this book Junmyeon got him was hard to find.

Not even half an hour later...

Yixing was really starting to calm down and get into studying, he spread all the books and started to take some notes really concentrating and whatever he was feeling was long gone...

Until he saw you walking in front of him with that lacy set and the vest...

He exhaled putting the pencil down.

“What now? Don’t walk barefoot”

“I am thirsty, and anyways I need to take my meds”

“I will get you some water, go back to bed”

“But you said I should start doing things for myself and here I am doing it. Go back to study, don’t mind me”

As if he could... the dim lit room and you bared to him, your delicate skin ALL exposed for him to enjoy.

He rubbed his neck and went back to what he was doing. He swallowed feeling it not going down...

He just wanted to cuddle with you really nothing bad about that.

He felt your fingers on his shoulder as you spun his chair to face you, before he could protest you were sitting on his lap straddling him, hugging his waist with your legs.

“Oh my god! ___ what are you doing? No!”

“Why not?”

“Get down”

“What if I don’t want to?” you asked rocking yourself on his lap.

You took his hands and forced them behind you so he could hug you back.

“This is not- we- ___ I need to do this step by step. I am not sure what will happen- we just... this is too rushed and I need to study”

“You don’t like me”

“Not again. What is this have to do with not liking you? You are a grown-up and you need to be told things the way they are. You are fragile and this needs to be thought before hand”

“Yes, you don’t like me because of that reason. Because I am not normal and you think I will just break and I hate myself”

“Babygirl” he laughed “you know that is not it. How many times do I need to tell you?”

“Then explain to me! How can someone that likes someone, that they are in their lap practically naked and throwing themselves at them, they are so chill and unmoving and- you just don’t find me attractive enough”

Yixing’s stomach flipped, it was getting impossible to hold back any longer. He stood up holding you at your bottom looking into your eyes intensively. Gaze unreadable, as if angry... it made your body shiver.

He walked to the bed trying to read his eyes.

He didn’t look cute.

He didn’t look angelical.

He looked hungry. Hungry for you. No words were needed.

You felt desired.

He walked on his knees on the mattress slowly placing your back on it, he shamelessly spread your legs to nestle himself between them.

You felt his weight on you, and you felt his warm hand feeling your thigh.

“Oh”

“Yeah. Do you think I don’t like you? Do you know what you do to me? I tried conceal it and every single time you make me go crazy. Is that what you want? Lose my mind over you?”

You felt him thrust in your clothed entrance.

“Ah!”

“Is that what you want? You want to see me go insane as I make love to you? I wanted to go slow, but no... this spoiled little girl just wants me lose it. Is that it?”

“Yes, I want to feel you and feel that you love me. I want your body the closest it could get to mine. I want you to make love to me.”

“Aghr” Yixing growled retracting his hand falling on the mattress.

He placed his hand on his crotch that grew incredibly hard, his body couldn't handle it anymore.

“Oppa?”

“Shhh- stop it”

“I really want you, I know I can do this, you give me a lot of energy”

Yixing raised himself back again grabbing his t-shirt from the back of his neck yanking it over his head tossing it aside displaying his glorious and perfect toned abs to you.

He wanted to go soft on you, he really wanted to but he was way too hungry right now...

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A/N: Man!!!! I really had to cut it there... this got out of hand but trust me next update... more drama and loaaaaads of smut ^_~

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed.

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