#chayenzo fic

[my-drama-heart2406]

So I had this fic idea...

So suppose Hong Hae-in and Hon Cha-young know each other. Both successful and immaculately dressed queens with quirky personalities, besides, who can dislike our Cha-young. Maybe the Hongs used to take help from Cha-young, since she's a Hong too, when she was a lawyer at Wusang, before Hae-in married Hyun-woo.

And Hae-in told in the last ep that she'll bring a competent lawyer of her own... Now WE know that that lawyer was going to be 🤌Vincenzo Cassano🤌

But what if Hae-in wasn't talking about Vinny at all. What if she had meant Hong Cha-young instead. Because Wusang or not Hong Cha-young is still Hong Cha-young.

So NIS and Interpol lifted the arrest warrant on our Corn-Salad. And the first thing he did, obviously, is coming to meet his 💖byeonohsa-nim💖 and his ✨Geumga family✨

So Hae-in goes to Geumga plaza, to Jipuragi to employ their CEO as her legal representative.

Now, naturally, Vincenzo is also at Jipuragi. Because peak Chayenzo domesticity is them working on cases together.

Now Hong Cha-young has a lot on her plate, being the CEO of Jipuragi, but she still wants to help a friend in need. That's where Vinny comes into the picture.

He hears Hae-in's case and his first thought is that... He needs to teach her jerk of a husband a lesson on how a man should treat the woman he loves(he does know it best).

And he looks at Hong Cha-young and goes, "byeonohsa-nim, don't worry I'll handle it."

And Hong Cha-young looks smugly and proudly up at her man and nods her head, "ofcourse byeonohsa-nim. Go ahead."

Hae-in is sceptical of this lawyer she has never seen or even heard of before, even though he seems very charismatic. But Hong Cha-young assures her, "don't worry. He's got this. He's the best I know 😉"

[june-again]

i like to think that for vincenzo, cha-young really is his first requited love. yes, he's a charmer, and it's fairly clear that he has some kind of experience with women. he can flirt, charm, court, seduce, cajole, and romance almost anyone. he's aware that he can do this, but his experience with such things in only counterfeit contexts is that there is no meaning to it. he hasn't, in his life, had the opportunity to meet someone that wants something out of it. he hasn't met someone who wears their heart on their sleeve—until cha-young. cha-young, at whose face, not long after meeting her the first time, he spat, and mouthed her off in italian. cha-young who's worked for the enemy. cha-young who needs no one to stand up for her. cha-young, whose fragile pride and earnestly transforming heart are no match for vincenzo's hardened shell of one. he may refuse to see her as a partner, knowing that she trusts him blindly and will only learn a morsel of what evil lives in his soul. and yet she is significant—and yet he depends on her—and yet he misses her presence and wants to protect her from himself, and more importantly, his past. she is genuine and strange and good.

but in each of their fumbling awkwardness, he loves her. he loves her because nothing is forced and nothing is transactional. he shouldn't love her because to love her is to endanger her. but he never claimed to be a good man, and he never asked for her to love him back.

[sweetestlamb]

Another Bad Idea

Summary: Cha-young tries to get over Vincenzo by getting under someone else. It goes as well as you would expect.

Author's note: What am I even doing here honestly😩😭 someone liked my fic "Bad Idea" today and I started reading it again myself because I missed chayenzo and then I suddenly got this urge to write this....smutty filth instead of doing anything remotely reproductive. I loved how sweet this couple was in the show but honestly low key I kinda wanted them to be psychos in love and rip each other apart (romantically) so I wrote this.

Ultimately she's the one to ruin their arrangement. She's never been able to resist temptation and at first she tries to convince herself that once was enough, she'd gotten it out of her system.

Except when he loosens his tie in the office and it's just them- another late night trying to find dirt on Babel's corruption- she can't help but watch the motion and think about how much she wishes that she was the one taking off his tie. She wanted to remove his tie with her teeth and then swallow him whole.

"See something you want?"

His voice had been mocking, teasing just like the little shit he had proved to be.

But he wasn't wrong, although she knew that any kind of real feelings just weren't allowed between them, fucking was different. Why did it need to be a one night stand when they both knew what they'd signed up for? They could fuck without crossing the line.

So in lieu of a verbal reply she walked over to the office door closed the door with an emphatic click before turning to face him.

"I have some thoughts I wouldn't mind you knocking out real good and hard."

His eyes glinted dangerously in the awful yellow lighting and as soon as he moved she was moving too, racing around a table to meet him half way. He tugged her roughly into his arms and she went willingly, gasping as he palmed her ass and pulled her into a bruising kiss that made her head spin.

He took her from behind right there on the table, his tie stuffed in her mouth barely smothering her moans the wet sound of them fucking loud in the quiet of the room.

She limped home with a satisfied grin on her face.

It's easy, having sex with Vincenzo. Usually she's the one to initiate but there are times when he stares at her so hard it feels like he's willing her clothes off her body.

It's easy because it means nothing.

Until that's not true any longer.

She's never been able to leave well enough alone. So of course she starts to see meaning in his little actions.

Holding her purse.

Bringing her coffee.

Sitting beside her on the couch because she struggles to fall asleep alone after the break in.

Sharing stories about her late father.

Sharing stories about his lost mother.

Coffee dates in the morning and drinks in the evening.

Soon they're hanging out, simply enjoying each other's company far more than they are doing the horizontal tango and she should have stopped it before things flew out of her control.

Before she ruined everything.

She groans loudly uncaring of the neighbors-they should be used to this by now- as he rocks into her slowly, they're face to face her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands tangled in her own. Tonight is different, neither are frantic or crazed each movement of his hips makes her exhale as she's drawn closer to her climax. Her third one tonight, he was such an overachiever in bed.

There's ringing in her ears as she succumbs to him and they've done this enough for her to know that he wasn't far behind her, gripping her thighs too tightly and thrusting just a bit too hard.

And as he's panting deep swallows of jagged breath into her neck she says, "Are you still leaving after we're done taking down Babel?"

She doesn't mean to. Definitely not here and not now but it's been on her mind. Each second that they spend in each other's company, she starts to.... imagine a world where they could be together.

Not just for sex. But really together.

His eyes widen as he stares at her, for the first time she sees fear in those cold eyes. He looks like he's staring at the barrel of a gun instead of his casual sex buddy.

He pulls out of her too quickly, she winces at the discomfort but remains perfectly still waiting for his reaction.

Watches him turn away, now sitting on the edge of his bed and she can see his answer in the rigid line of his shoulder before he ever speaks a word but nonetheless he answers her question, her real question.

"I don't think we should do this anymore." And then he tugs on his boxers and leaves her to her thoughts.

She doesn't cry. That would be too pathetic but the crack that formed when her mother passed and then her father grows larger, deeper and aches painfully.

It hurts to stay in the bed where they've been intimate so often but leaving and seeing him would hurt even more so she stays, blinking at the ceiling forcing red hot tears not to fall.

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He's never been good at sharing, too possessive of everything that he holds dear to share that with another. That included his clothes, his cars, his position in life and then he started to realize that it was extending to one particular person in his life.

She was an enigma to him, seemingly heartless and money hungry at first and while he cursed her for it secretly he admired it because it was real and authentic, the world was a cut throat piece of shit and good people hardly stayed that way for long.

But her father's dead seemed to melt away the facade she'd been cultivating. And he could see the scared little girl underneath the quirky too loud too attractive too everything lawyer.

It's too easy being around her. He doesn't realize that they've traversed passed colleagues and people who occasionally fuck each other's brains out until it's too late and he's wiping her tears as she cries drunkenly over drinks and fried meats.

His dick is still wet as he tells her they need to stop doing this and means it. This is not what he had came here to accomplish and he was the last thing she needed in this fucked up world, he couldn't make her happy didn't even know if he could be happy so it was right to let her go before things became even worst.

She was confusing carnal and emotional desires. He wasn't boyfriend material, it was laughable to even consider. He was nothing but an orphan and a murderer. She should aim for higher than someone like him.

But he still expects a battle. For her to give him the icy glares and scathing comments.

He's left waiting.

Cha-young is the picture of professionalism, easily moving back into their relationship before either of them knew what the other tasted like. He never catches her staring even though he can barely keep his eyes off of her, it's as if he dreamt the entire thing and there was nothing unusual between them to begin with.

This continues for weeks and he accepts that he was right, there were never any feelings involved and she had just been confused and time was the only thing necessary for her to realize her mistake.

They continue to fight Babel, suffering unimaginable losses and wins.

Everything is has it should be.

Then she starts showing up with makeup, nothing too noticeable but he notices because he's always looking at her.

Dark liner ringing those eyes.

Deep wine lipstick coating that mouth. A mouth that has devastated him until he was quaking in her arms.

He doesn't question her, has no right to even he knows that.

He hears the scrape of her chair, one wobbly wheel on the floor and tries to discreetly watch her walk away. Fights the urge to groan as she tosses her head back and scoops her thick hair up into a messy bun, her soft nape now on full display.

She leaves the room in a pantsuit, much like he's used to seeing her wear but returns in a dress that makes his mouth dry and his hands twitch.

It's short and tight, fitting around her slim body perfectly hugging the dip of her thin waist and the light curve out of her hip. And while the dress is sexy in an unassuming way, mostly because she's a gorgeous woman who would look good in anything, there is no skin showing she's completely covered up and he thanks all deities for that. But then she strides over to her desk and turns her back retrieving her jacket and phone and that's when almost forgets to breathe.

Her naked back stares him in the eyes.

A split that starts from the top of her spine and stops just above her tailbone.

He wants to bound across the room and lick a line down her spine, watch the goose pimples raise on that delicious delicate skin and hear those breathy broken gasps as he tugs the offending dress off her body and lets his tongue travel down, down further.

Then it disappears behind her coat. And he slams back to reality and her assessing eye, she stares at him for a moment too long before that placid smile he's tired of seeing thrown his way returns to her face.

"I'm going to head out first. Good work today. Oh and I won't be in tomorrow."

She never takes any days off. He had thought he was a workaholic until he met her. He tries his hardest to keep his voice level, "Did something happen? Are you okay?"

What was she doing and why hadn't she told him about her plans? He almost feels betrayed that something could be happening in her life that he doesn't know about. They were always the other's confidant.

"Oh it's nothing serious. I just need a personal day to sort some things out."

He should just leave it alone, she's being vague and it's frustrating but she doesn't owe him anything he knows that but he still hears himself say, "What things, tell me!" He hears the anger and command in his voice and unlike everyone else he's encountered who cower in the face of his ire, she gets ignited too instead her own rage burning in her eyes.

"Do I have to answer to you now?" She bites out, snatching her purse and rushing to the door her hair cascading from the precarious bun she placed it in.

"Stop being stubborn. I'm just worried about you." He calls it to her retreating back.

She scoffs at him, too many emotions washing over her face nearly impossible for him to pinpoint them all.

"Well don't. I'll be someone else's problem tonight."

And then she's gone and he almost wishes that she had slammed the door instead of quietly shutting it.

He goes home.

Because it's not his business, she is not his business. He should happily let her be someone else's problem.

But it doesn't take much to pull up her social media and see her posts, she's bright eyed in all her videos dancing chaotically with a drink in her hand and then he almost drops his voice when he hears an unfamiliar voice in the background.

"Damn babe. You look so hot tonight. Come home with me."

And then the video cuts off and he's left sitting alone in his living room with only murderous rage to keep him company.

He's dressed- all black head to toe- and out the door before he can think about what he's doing.

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She has no idea where her date went and honestly she doesn't even care. It was clear that he wanted to fuck her and that was all she needed, to reclaim her body and stop the dreams about a certain Italian that she shouldn't be thinking about.

They were done and his little fit in the office today meant nothing. He was a control freak, and she knew that her suddenly disappearing would try him wild merely because he liked knowing what she was doing. It was pathetic but it made her feel for a second that he actually cared about her. It was fake but she didn't care.

She dances harder as the music switches to something she's never heard before, a soulful voice crooning in English and while she doesn't understand the words the rhythm speaks clearly.

And it feels so good (and that's what takes me highhhhh...) your love it keeps me aliveeeee.....

The energy in the room is hypnotizing and as she feels a large hand wrapping around her waist she doesn't fight the embrace, allowing herself to be pulled until her back is pressed firmly against a solid chest.

"You're the sexiest woman in this room. I couldn't stay away, I hope you don't mind."

His voice is nice, she ignores the voice in her head that says it's not deep enough or stilted enough.

She tosses her hair over her shoulder to get a good look at her new companion's face and she's content with him, he has a square jaw and thin lips but more importantly he doesn't remind her of anyone and she only feels a mild attraction to him.

He's safe. And she needs that more than ever now.

"No. I don't mind at all. Dance with me?"

He nods eagerly and she loses herself in the music, grinding her ass into the mild sway of his hips and when he grips her waist she has to force out the face that flashes in her mind.

No. I won't think about him. I don't care about him.

Thankfully her partner doesn't notice her mind wandering and he's gasping behind her, pulling her tighter against his body and she can feel his cock suddenly right there on her ass cheek, can feel how riled up she's making him and how utterly unaffected she is by him in return.

But she had no plans of stopping, she still had an itch and surely he could scratch it even if he couldn't completely sate it. She had to do it to prove to herself that she was fine. Even if she didn't enjoy it, just being able to do it was enough. She needed to be in control.

Alcohol would make it easier, she just needed more alcohol so she could let this stranger screw her brains out and forget about the one who wanted nothing to do with her.

"Get me a drink." She commands, dipping her body low before teasingly dragging her ass back up his body in a clear promise.

He immediately gets the message, fondling her before rushing away to obey her in the hopes that she'll make good on her promise.

She feels hot and sweaty, so she reaches behind herself to grip her hair a second time today pulling the wet tresses away from her overheated neck sighing as the cool air hits her skin.

She's lost in her own world, so she misses the sudden chatter around her. Women and men parting around her as a new predator enters the fray, she's dancing with her arms still holding her hair above her head when she feels a little touch on her neck, just a gentle brush but it sparks like static and makes her jump, spinning around to face her intruder.

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He spots her right away, dancing alone in the middle of the floor completely unencumbered by the eyes watching her with lust, envy and jealousy.

He's never seen her like this. Never knew that she could be so intentionally sexy. So seductive.

Her movements are fluid, more sensual than he expects from her on the dance floor. Her hands are in constant motion, smoothing over her breasts, hugging her hips, lifting and dropping her hair and it's pure torture to watch her touch herself when the hands on her body should be his.

And then his vision flares red when someone approaches her and to his disgust she welcomes the interruption. Allows someone else touch her and rub their body against her, he growls as she thrusts her pert little ass against a stranger's crotch and lets him hump her like a fucking dog in heat.

He starts moving, pushing people who get in his way and others start to take notice of him, jumping out of his war path. Women reach out to touch him but he swats their hands away, too focused to be deterred for even a minute.

By the time he gets there she's alone again but the image of someone else touching what's his is still burned in his mind.

He reaches out to touch her, scared of the unbridled rush of jealousy and anger that are warring inside of him.

Instantly she jolts at his touch, as if his touch is unwelcomed but that bastard's wasn't. He wants to knock all the other man's teeth out and make him regret ever touching his woman.

"What? What are you doing here?" She has to shout to be heard above the music.

He stares her down instead of replying, annoyed with her drunk stagger and how red her cheeks are. Secretly he doesn't want to admit that he's terrified about what would have happened if he didn't follow her here tonight.

"Who the fuck was that?" He ignores her question, instead firing off one of his own.

She bristles at his tone, glaring right back into his eyes before turning on her heel and walking away.

He is too flabbergasted to move but then she starts to disappear into the crowd and he refuses to let her out of his sight. He takes huge strides, closing the distance between them in four large steps. He decides against grabbing her wrist and intercepts her escape, stepping in front of her.

"You!" She points right in his face, "Shouldn't be here. I don't need a babysitter so just leave me alone."

He doesn't back down, squaring his shoulders and stepping into her space until he can feel her breath and the heat radiating from her body.

"You are the one who shouldn't be here. Who the hell were you letting touch you? I'll kill him."

It's scary how badly he means every word, he wants to kill anyone who has ever looked at her with ill intention, yearns to gauge their eyes out with a rusty spoon.

"That's the guy I'm going to let fuck me tonight! You won't do anything to him, just mind your business!"

He stares at her in full wonder. And then it fades to indescribable rage. He could burn this club to the ground right here and now and it still wouldn't be enough.

"What the fuck did you just say to me? I dare you to say that again." He trembles from all the fury building up inside, hovering above her with a dark sneer twisting his lips.

She has no sense of self preservation. Grins at him.

Grins. Like they are having a nice chat.

"You heard me. I found your replacement. So you can go away. I don't need you anymore."

The words are like slaps in the face, she was discarding him for a nameless quick fuck.

It hurt. It's hard not to grab at his chest and see if his heart is even still beating.

And then the very asshole who couldn't keep his hands to himself returns, happy and eager with a drink in his hand and she shoots him this coy little smile his way as if they have a secret and he can't handle it. He decks the other man so hard that he collapses with a single blow, the drinks flying in the air before crashing to the floor in a sticky mess.

He hardly fights the bouncer as he's removed from the establishment, thrown out on his ass and banned from ever returning.

He stays on the ground. His knuckles bruised but not bleeding. He wants to make them bleed. He needs the pain.

"You had no right to punch him."

He lifts his head and her anger about this insignificant asshole reignites his own rage.

"Are you that hungry for a fuck? Are you that fucking thirsty for it?"

"Yes! I'm that hungry! I want to someone to fuck me blind so I won't think about my father or Babel or yo--!!"

She slams her hand over her mouth, shoving the words back into her throat but it's too late. He already knows what she was going to say.

"Me. You don't want to think about me."

"No I don't! You said we should stop this, you pushed me away. You did all that so why are you here pretending you give a shit about what I do or who I fuck? What does any of it have to do with you?"

The words explode from her chest, even the persistent thumping from the club isn't enough to block her exclamation.

He watches her in surprise, that only builds as she suddenly starts to cry before brutally swiping away the tears and shoving past him.

He watches her leave in disbelief.

Why was she crying? She shouldn't be crying over him. It didn't make any sense unless she..... unless this was more than sex. Unless her asking that question was more than her accidentally blurring the lines.

It wasn't the first time she asked him that. But it was the scariest time because he couldn't answer her. Knew exactly what he was supposed to say but looking at her sleepy sated face he forgot all the reasons why they shouldn't be together.

So he did push her away. It was what was best for both of them or so he convinced himself because he was just a criminal and she deserved more. So why was he here fighting her and attacking men for touching her?

What the fuck am I doing?

When he blinks back to reality she's already halfway across the parking lot, climbing into her car and he races after her she was in no condition to drive.

"Hey! You're too drunk to drive!"

He grabs the driver's door before she can close it and returns her glare.

"I'm fine. Just mind your busin--"

"You are my business."

She gapes at him and he stares back unflinching, who was he kidding? It was hardly too late. Putting distance between them did nothing but make him want her more.

"No. No, I'm not. Let go of my door." She pulls the handle but he's stronger and eventually she gives up with an annoyed sigh. He crouches down, needing to see her eyes when he says this.

"I was wrong."

She stills, staring out the windshield. Not daring to look at him.

"I'm.... sorry."

That makes her look at him. Her face scrunching up again and he can't bare to see it so he reaches out to cup her face and pull her closer to him, kissing the tears that fall down her cheeks.

Without warning he tugs her up out of her seat, sitting down himself before pulling her into his lap.

She tucks her face into his neck and he caresses the naked skin that peeks out the back of her dress, in broad rough strokes. He preens when she starts to melt into his hold but then she pushes away from him, bringing them face to face again.

"I didn't mean to. I tried to stop myself from....I thought if I did it with someone else I could free myself from my feelings for you."

"...... Would you have gone through with it?" It's a dumb question to ask because the fire is finally settling and her answer could possibly set him off again but he has to know, just how close had she come.

She stares him right in the eye with no shame.

"I would have done it."

He wants to go back and rip that bastard apart.

"Stop. I would have done it and thought of you the entire time and hated myself. It wouldn't have meant anything."

Logically he knows that she's right, he has had sex with countless women and not even remembered their name the next day but it still kills him that he almost pushed her to the edge, because he was too scared to admit his feelings.

But deeper beneath that self blame he's angry at her. For daring to look at anyone else, letting them touch her and even dream of fucking her. He's so angry he could.....

He picks her up unceremoniously and dumps her into the backseat, climbing out of the car feeling like a wild animal on the prowl even more so as she stares up at him, quivering in place.

He yanks the door open and pounces on her, biting at her neck with unforgiving teeth.

"You were going to let him do this? Touch what's mine?"

She moans loudly as he pinches her nipple through the thick material of her dress, rougher than he's ever been with her.

"I'm not you-"

He cuts her off with a hard bite, teeth sinking into her neck so hard that he knows that it'll leave a mark. It'll be a gentle reminder to others that she was off limits.

"Shhhhh don't piss me off." He whispers into her skin and she huffs but lifts up her ass when he sneaks a hand under her dress and tugs at the flimsy material.

"Fuck!" She cries, scrambling as he shoves a finger inside of her as far as it'll go and then pulls it out only to penetrate her again with a punishing force.

She claws and tries to get away from him but his other hand is firm on her hips, holding her in place as he pistons his fingers inside of her clenching pussy.

"Where are you going? We're just getting started."

She swallows hard at the devilish look on his face.

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She feels delirious from the pleasure rushing through her blood streams.

She'd never had anyone dismantle her the way he was doing right now, ignoring her argument that they would get caught he'd yanked her legs in the air and began hungrily feasting on her body, tonguing into her wet folds, biting at the junction between thigh and groin, and speaking filthy words right into her abused hole.

"Look at this wet pussy, all of this is mine. Every drop was made for my tongue. You were made for my fingers, my tongue, my cock."

This shouldn't turn her on this neanderthal like display but at least to herself she can admit that she loves it, loved seeing him jealous because she was looking at someone else. Shivers had run up her spine as she watched him punch someone for daring to touch her, she had no intention of fucking anyone else but this was payback for all the times he ignored her question and pretended that this wasn't more than sex. 

He's fucked up but so is she.

"Then fuck me already. Show me who I belong to."

He noses at her clit, groaning into her quivering center twisting the fingers that he has lodged deep inside of her before reappearing with a wolf like grin.

She lowers her legs to the side and raises to meet him. His face is wet because of her and she can't resist tugging him closer and licking her flavor from his lips.

"You're filthy." He says with an air of reverence that almost makes her laugh.

"You love it."

And then they're kissing, all tongue and teeth she pries his mouth open and sucks his tongue into her mouth.

It had been weeks since they last kissed, she was starved for him.

She distracts him with the kiss as she reaches down to his zipper, dragging the metal down and slipping her hand into his expensive boxers.

"If my pussy is yours, then this is mine."

She strokes him from root tip, using the precum that has collected there to smooth the way and he groans into her mouth, biting at her lip then soothing the pain with his tongue.

"I need to be inside you now. I've been thinking about this since I saw you in that dress earlier today."

She clamors into his lap in the tight space of the backseat, rearranging them until his cock is at her entrance and she's gazing down at him like he's the center of her universe.

"Vincenzo?"

She whispers his name, feeling his bulbous head pushing past her resistance as he sinks deeper into her body. She whimpers at the intrusion, he's bigger than she's used to but the burn is welcome, she wants to feel every inch of him penetrating her, breaking her.

"Shit!....yes?"

She holds his face as she sinks the rest of the way, her wet folds opening up around him before he bottoms out with a loud groan and a smack to her ass.

"Stay with me."

He freezes at her plea but she doesn't give him a chance to respond, planting her knees and lifting up before dropping back down onto his waiting cock that sinks even deeper than before, the loud smack bouncing off the car walls.

"Stay with me. Don't leave me. I need you. I need you . Stay. Stay."

He wraps his arms around her back pulling her ever closer, while thrusting up to meet her downward pushes. He pulls her in his tight embrace, warming her heart even as he fucks her so hard that her teeth grind.

"Not going anywhere. This pussy is mine, your heart is mine. You, are mine. I never leave mine behind."

She cries at out a particularly hard thrust that sends her flying up before he grips her hips and crashes them back together, she can feel the car shaking and hear voices outside wondering what's going on but she doesn't care.

She loses the ability to speak, dissolving into squeaks and loud pants as she feels her body tightening in anticipation.

"Fuck! You're too tight. I'm about to pass out. Your greedy little hole is eating me whole."

She nods eagerly in his lap, too fucked out to argue with anything he has to say.

She's limp in his arms, allowing him to thrusts into her and pull her down to meet him in hard pounds. She's so close.....just a little more.

"Yes! Right there! I'm so close!"

"Open your eyes. I want to see you when you come on my cock."

She can't and then his fingers are there prying her eyes open and she can't see anything because they're rolling into the back of her head and everything is bright, hazy and she's coming harder than she ever has in her life. She can barely hear him in the background.

"Shit! Fuck! You're squeezing me so tight, I can't hold on. Fuck! Ugh!"

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"I can't believe you didn't wear a condom. I can't believe I didn't notice. Are we actually crazy?"

He can't focus not with his come leaking out of her and onto the poor seat. He knows that cleaning it is not going to be cheap but right now it's so worth it.

"Are you serious! Stop looking at it like some creep!" She slams his arm, hard and that gets his attention finally.

"I lost my head there a bit. I couldn't think straight."

She sighs, picking her panties up from the floor and grimacing as she slides them back on.

"Ugh, so cold. I need a shower, now."

He can't agree more, but at the same time he wants to keep her just like this, covered in his come and leaking his seed.

"Things are going to get worst before they get better." He knows that she's knows he's talking about Babel and this fight they've signed up for. "Are you sure you can handle me? Once you're mine I'm never going to let you go."

He's never been good at sharing and he doesn't want to get good, not with this. Not with her.

"Is that supposed to scare me away?"

Honestly. Yes, the drive to possess her was always there just under his skin. And it would make him crazier, if anyone ever hurt her they wouldn't live long enough to regret the day.

"I'm not scared of you Vincenzo. I'm yours because I chose to be so and now you're mine too. Everyone else should be scared."

There was a time that he feared that being with him would poison her, taint her goodness but watching that evil grin spread across her lips he realizes that her darkness was already there, just below the surface.

And it doesn't scare him either.

[helianthus21]

#enemies to lovers 50k

tell me you wouldn’t click on that fic i dare u

[kdramaqween]

After Vincenzo permanently returns to Korea, he moves in with Cha Young. One day, he steals something of hers. She is not pleased.

[delicateglitch]

The Vincenzo beauty and the beast AU 😭😭 cannot wait to read it

[yasmini24]

First up, hiii I'm just sliding in here to ask you about your favourite vincenzo and cha young moments and I'm asking you to give me some recommendations for CHAYENZO fanfic🎆😌😭🤌(THE ONES THAT YOU ALWAYS COMEBACK TO)

pls I need more of them

HI :)

WELL pigs blood scene episode 14 is an all time favorite. nothing says romance like taking your wife out to watch your enemy be drenched in pigs blood because she wanted to see it :))

their scene in episode 3 where they're in front of HYC house and being✨ enemies ✨

SECOND FINGER FLICK. can you feel the love in the air

BOTH KISSES

L'amicizia è un'anima che abita in due corpi 🤌😭

OH AND FOR FICS!!!

any chayenzo fic from @coolbeansbuddyofmine here's her fic page :))

Persistence @toobadforthefacts angst filled goodness. after canon what if type thing

I'm Always By Your Side @ahenix WONDERFUL. ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. 27 oneshots (or some have parts to it) BUT im in love. actually just check out @ahenix chayenzo fics.

Per Te- astormwithskin OK I DONT KNOW IF THE AUTHOR IS ON HERE BUT OMFG THIS STORY- amazing

Stay close- brilliantstars CHAYENZO PWP if you're into that :)

i need you to keep my fire burning- starsoflibby SO it is inspired by a series but i didnt even read the series and i love this. chayenzo dynamics here 🤩

actually there are some chayenzo fics in my bookmarks so here

and there are more fics. i'll link the vincenzo page here and you can just scroll when you find fics that you like. there are so many talented authors and great fics and i think you'll like some of them :))

[ohmycenchaheart]

A Birthday..

Of all the days Jipuragi is quiet, Vincenzo is a bit disappointed that it’s today. Okay, so maybe he hasn’t let people know what today is. He’s never been one for birthdays, not when they’ve served as a heartbreaking reminder of his childhood for most of his life. As he grew older, he learnt to numb the pain by throwing himself into work or indulging himself in some overly extravagant shopping, sometimes both, thinking of birthdays as yet another day around the sun. This year proved to be an exception; despite himself, he found himself feeling optimistic about the day.

However, his other two Jipuragi family members seemed to have plans of their own. Cha Young won’t be coming in until later in the day because she’s meeting her hoobae for some work; and Mr. Nam is currently at the courthouse, sorting some administrative paperwork for the firm. And despite knowing that they’d be back in a couple hours, Vincenzo can’t help but feel Cha Young and Mr. Nam’s absence; the silence in the office gnawing at him.

He’s already finished going over some of the new contracts they’d drawn up for their clients, watered all the plants in the office, paid a visit to the monks at Nanyak Temple, and tried (rather unsuccessfully) reading a new book. It’s a slow day at work, and loathe as he is to admit it, he is bored. So much for having a good feeling about this year’s birthday. He’s in the middle of contemplating going over to Bye Bye Balloon’s office to see if Seok Do would be up for lunch when he gets a text from Cha Young asking him to rush over to her place. And so he does, every other thought forgotten.

Cha Young is pacing outside in her yard when he walks in through her gate. She’s wearing a cream turtleneck, a dark orange skirt that falls just below her knees, large golden hoops, and a smile to rival the sun. She excitedly drags him inside, slowing down only when he stumbles in the vestibule while trying to take of his shoes and wear slippers.

“You haven’t had lunch yet, have you?” she asks, and when he shakes his head, she grabs his arm with both of hers and pulls him towards the kitchen.

Her dining table is laid for two, food covered using one of those cloche-like net coverings he’s come to associate with Korean households. With a flourish and a dramatic “tadaa!” she lifts up the covering. In fancy ceramics that he knows Cha Young likes to use only for special ocasions, there’s seaweed soup, rice, japchae, rolled omlette, kimchi and a couple of other side dishes. A traditional birthday meal. There’s even a bento cake that’s decorated rather prettily.

Ohh. When she’d texted him to hurry over, whatever he had been expecting, it hadn’t been this. While he’s rendered speechless by the food in front of him, Cha Young stands on her toes and places a kiss on his cheek.

“Buon compleanno, Vincenzo.”

Vincenzo looks at her and smiles, eyes shining with love, and she lightly squeezes his arm in reply before standing on her toes and kissing his cheek again.

“Saengil chukhae, Joo Hyeong-ah”

His hand goes around her waist and he draws her towards him, placing a gentle kiss on her temple and softly whispering his thanks.

“Come, let’s eat.”

Vincenzo cannot remember the last time he enjoyed a meal this much. The food is simple yet delicious. Warm and with just the right balance of flavours. It takes like home. It is this very thought that leads him to a surprising realisation.

“Byeonhosanim.. Did you make all this food?”

“Mhmm.. Except for the cake. And the side dishes. Those are from Ms. Kwak.”

“Wow.. I think this is the first time you’ve cooked for me something that isn’t ramyeon. I had the impression you didn’t know how to cook. At all.”

Cha Young takes a minute to finish chewing her food, and then snapping her chopsticks in Vincenzo’s direction, replies, “You can’t live alone and not know how to cook for yourself. It’s a basic survival skill. I just don’t cook too often because, for one, I’m a slow cook. Unlike some people,” she pointedly looks at him, “I can’t just whip something up in the kitchen. Work takes enough of my time as it is. And two, I get lazy every now and then. It’s just easier to eat out or order in. And there’s always ramyeon.”

She pauses to take sip of her water, and continues, “I used to cook a fair bit back in the day, you know. Back when Eomma was sick.” Catching the look on Vincenzo’s face, she shakes her head ever so slightly to indicate that she’s okay. “Besides, I doubt I’ll have to worry about cooking now that I have you..” To which Vincenzo lifts his own glass of water and clinks it with hers, and promises, “Whenever you want.”

Later, they’re sprawled out sluggishly on the couch, each nursing a cup of tea, both of them stuffed from their meal, saying very little, simply basking in the pleasure of each other’s company.

“You lied today.”

“Hmmm?”

“You said you were going to meet your hoobae for some work. That’s why you couldn’t come in to the office in the morning..”

“Ohh. Well, I did meet her. She’s the one who made the cake. Quit her job a couple years ago to start her own bakery. I never said it was a lawyer thing.” Cha Young singsongs the last bit, smirking at him over her cup of tea, and he acquiesces. Trust her to lawyer her way out of this, he thinks, watching her curl her legs under her to sit more comfortably on the couch.

Suddenly, Cha Young jumps with a yelp, having remembered something, and hurriedly places her cup on the coffee table before rushing off to her room, leaving a startled and confused Vincenzo in her wake. She’s soon back, beaming as she holds something behind her back.

“I almost forgot to give you your birthday present.”

“I thought the meal was it.”

“Pfft, of course not. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“Byeonhosa-nim, by any chance are there handcuffs involved?”

He stops grinning when Cha Young flicks his forehead in reply. When Vincenzo does as he’s told, he feels a rectangular box being slid into his hands. He opens his eyes, and it’s a black box wrapped neatly with a simple white bow. He unties the bow and opens the box to find a watch nestled inside. It’s got a black leather strap, a platinum case, an elegant dial with delicate time markers and a small sub-dial. It’s a beautiful timepiece. A classic in every way. As he holds up the watch to take a closer look at its details, he notices Cha Young staring at him as she subconsciously plays with her fingers, a thing she does whenever she’s nervous.

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you like it? I wasn’t sure if you would.. I know it has this old-school, vintage vibe to it. In a way, it is. It actually..” she trails off, suddenly feeling shy and unable to meet his eyes.

Vincenzo places a hand on her knee and gives it a light squeeze, silently reassuring her and asking her to continue.

When she looks up at him again, eyes shining bright and the softest smile on her face, Vincenzo is reminded of the way she looked that day at the airport, when she told him in the very language he grew up speaking, that they shared a soul. And just like that day, he feels his heartstrings being tugged by what she says next.

“It belonged to Abeoji. So in a way it is vintage..”

She takes the watch from him and places it on her lap, before taking hold of his left hand and drawing it towards her, turning it so that the palm faces upward. She undoes the cufflinks, rolls up the sleeve slightly, and places the watch just below his wrist bone. “I came across it sometime last year when I was sorting through his things. Eomma had gifted it to him years ago, I don’t remember why. But it was his favourite, and he wore it only on special occasions.” She pulls the leather strap through the buckle, and adjusts the fit. “So it was still in good condition. It just needed a few minor tweaks.” She pulls the strap through the final loop and secures the watch in place. Turning over his hand, she traces the case of the case of the watch with her middle finger while her palm rests on his wrist, her gaze fixed on the dial. “When I came across it, I knew I wanted you to have it. You were still in Pagliuzza, and I didn’t know when I’d get to see you again. But I hoped I’d be able to see you again someday soon and give it to you. I wanted you to have it as a reminder of your time here.. and your family. I think Abeoji would’ve liked that too.” She looks at him and smiles. “The watch suits you.”

Vincenzo lifts her hand that rests on his, and places soft kisses on her knuckles and then on the inside of her wrist.

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Maybe once or twice. But a woman does like to hear it from time to time, y’know,” she teases. His smile matches hers, sincere, the kind that reaches their eyes.

“I love you,” he tells her, his voice soft and resolute. He cradles her cheek with his palm, and she leans into his touch.

“Gomayo, Cha Young-ah. Jeongmal gomayo.”

For the watch. For your love. Your heart.

He places a kiss on her forehead. A kiss on her lips. He feels her smile against his lips and kisses her some more.

[dramaruni]

Drama: Vincenzo

Rating: General Audience

Pairing: Vincenzo/Chayoung

Words: 2400

Notes: This is my valentines day gift for @cuddlybitch for dramatines2022. This is an idea I had for a long time and this challenge finally got me to write it. I hope you enjoy it and happy valentines day <3

Summary: Vincenzo is the weird, new student at law school and Chayoung is the nosy student who has to get to know him

Vincenzo had transferred to Chayoung's university at the start of the semester and with a name like Vincenzo people were bound to notice him, Chayoung included. But it seemed this interest was one-sided and anyone who approached him, no matter how friendly, was quickly rejected. Soon people discovered all he had going for him was his good looks.

Chayoung never approached him, but she noticed him skulking around often. He seemed to always look over his shoulder and he had a keen eye on his surroundings. Most of the time she saw hiding behind something, looking over his shoulder.

One day in the library she caught him staring at her, which in true Chayoung fashion she responded to by giving her signature wink and blowing him a kiss. It only earned her a confused stare and quick exit from his side, and that’s when she realized it probably wasn’t her he was staring at. She looked to her right and saw Junwoo quietly studying.

Interesting, she thought.

She should probably feel embarrassed by her actions, but her curiosity far outweighed that. Instead, she decided to do more than notice his presence and see what he was up to.

***

Anywhere Junwoo went, Vincenzo went too. In fact, Chayoung was sure to find Vincenzo somewhere if she was with Junwoo. One day she decided to satisfy her curiosity. She found him in the campus library, where he was hiding behind the bookcase as he was inconspicuously looking at Junwoo.

“What’s the deal with you?” She asked.

Vincenzo jumped at the sound of her of voice. He turned around to look at her and straightened his sweatshirt as he crossed his arms.

“Are you in love with him or what?”

His brows furrowed but he didn’t say anything.

“Junwoo.” Chayoung clarified.

But it only seemed to deepen his confusion, “What makes you ask that?”

“The way you keep stalking him.” She said.

His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You seem to be everywhere he is.” Chayoung said.

“That’s just a coincidence.”

She could tell he was looking for an excuse to leave this conversation.

“I’m Chayoung by the way.” She said.

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know.” She said. She proceeded to walk away from him, but then five steps away from him turned to meet his eyes again, “Oh if you want to get closer to him, he’s in my study group.”

***

It took five days before Vincenzo mustered the courage to talk to her again. The campus library once again became their meeting spot.

“Hypothetically speaking,” he started off, “what would one have to do to become a member of your study group?”

Chayoung smiled. She didn’t understand why this was so hard for him, but watching him out of his element was fun.

“One would have to become sociable and likable.” She said. She put a book back into the bookcase.

He walked over to her other side. “No but seriously.”

“I was serious.” She said with a cheerful smile.

She started to walk away and he followed her.

“We’re already six people. You need to have something to offer for you to join.” She said. “if you at least was liked by them then maybe I could talk them into accepting you.”

He contemplated her words before he said, “Isn’t my study abilities enough for a study group?”

"Unfortunately not." Chayoung said.

She stopped walking and he stopped two steps away from her.

“Okay, I’ll let you join.”

Although that was exactly what he had been fishing for, he seemed to be surprised by her acceptance.

“Meet me in study room 12B at four PM.” She said.

She didn’t wait for a response before she resumed her walk.

***

“Everyone, this is Vincenzo.” She said to the other members, although he probably didn’t need much an introduction.

Judging by the uneasy stare he received, she knew the whole group knew how unsociable Vincenzo had been and that had an uphill battle to earn his place in the study group.

But no one protested his addition to the group and even voiced their concerns. Chayoung suspected it was because they were afraid, she would leave with him and with her went all her knowledge that she had gotten from being raised by a lawyer.

***

There was some initial hostility, but it quickly disappeared when Vincenzo became the errand boy of the group. It made easier to have him there when he was bringing dinner, snacks, and coffee. The only one who seemed to mind his presence in the group was Vincenzo himself. Every time he had to go on a food run, he would shoot Chayoung a death glare. Some days he looked ready to quit when someone asked for an extra coffee run after only an hour since the last one.

But despite this obvious dissatisfaction, he stayed no matter what was being asked of him.

Chayoung wondered if he was that desperate for Junwoo, but sometimes she also wondered if he even liked him with the way he stared at him and rolled his eyes at everything Junwoo said.

But he would always leave whenever Junwoo would. Whenever Junwoo quit for the day, Vincenzo was right there with him. She couldn't quite figure out what Vincenzo's relation to Junwoo was.

***

The day after midterms, the library and study rooms were practically empty. Everyone was trying to catch up with some sleep. Chayoung’s study group showed up like normal, but everyone opted for leaving early when late afternoon rolled around. Except for her and Vincenzo.

Chayoung was a bit surprised Vincenzo didn’t leave at the same time as Junwoo but she didn’t point it out to him. Instead, they sat and studied in silence.

After two hours of silence, Chayoung was tired and restless.

“So, what are you still doing here?” she asked.

He looked up from his book confused. “What do you mean? I'm studying.” He gestured at the book in front of him.

“There’s a reason you’re sitting here and studying instead of enjoying a well-deserved break.” Chayoung said.

He stared at her awhile and she wondered if he was going to ignore her. But then he closed the book in front of him.

“Why are you here?” He asked.

“The house is empty, and I don’t like it.”

He seemed taken back by her honest and straightforward answer. Maybe also the way she said it so nonchalantly. But Chayoung had also learned people took her too seriously and looked at her with more pity if she said with the true emotion it instilled in her.

She wasn’t on the best term with her father, and she did find it particularly uncomfortable to be in the house alone after her mother died. Especially after test days, because it was just another reminder of what they had lost and what her father had chosen to prioritize these days.

“Your turn.” She said.

“Similar reasons.” He said.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I don’t really have anything to go home to,” he said and shrugged.

It seemed plausible enough, but usually he would leave whenever Junwoo would. So what was keeping him here late today?

“Do you still like Junwoo?” she asked.

“What you mean still? I’ve never liked him.” He said incredulously.

“If you want something to happen, you should take more initiative.” Chayoung said.

“Wait, it’s that why you invited me into the group? Are you trying to matchmake us?” He said.

Chayoung shrugged. “I figured you weren’t gaining anything by just looking at him.”

“I don’t like him., I've never liked him” Vincenzo said.

“Okay.” she said.

He opened his book again to read.

“But why are you interested in him then?”

He groaned, and she smiled.

“There isn’t much to Junwoo if you aren’t trying to pursue him romantically.” She said.

He looked up from the book and at her, “Oh, there is plenty to him.”

“Okay, but then why did you stay here tonight?”

Vincenzo quickly looked down again. He didn’t say anything. Chayoung had a feeling no matter how much she pressed the issue, he wouldn’t answer her. Although she imagined she could probably turn the tint of red he was displaying even more prominent if she wanted to. For now, she chose to be kind.

***

For the next few weeks, Chayoung and Vincenzo were always the last one to leave the group. Sometimes five minutes after the others, sometimes an hour and sometimes just two minutes to stare at each other before awkwardly saying goodbye.

Some days he walked with her to the bus stop. Most days he watched her leave. But every time he would smile whenever he met her eyes. If she held the stare too long, he would get embarrassed, clear his throat, and look away.

Every time they met in the study room, he would sit next to her. He would tense up slightly when she leaned against him, but he never leaned away from her. sometimes he would place his hand on the table next to her. Too far from the to touch, but close enough to for her to feel his presence and for it to like an deliberate action to get closer to her.

***

Chayoung was getting confident he was feeling the same as her. That was until the day he told her he was going back to Italy.

"You're leaving?"

They were sitting in the study room after a particularly long session. They were once again alone and Chayoung wondered if he had waited all day to tell her.

"I have to go back to Italy." He said.

"But the semester isn't done yet," Chayoung said, "we still have one month left of the semester, can't it wait?"

He shook his head. "They want me back now."

"They?"

"My -uh family."

"Why?"

"Things haven't being going according to plan - I haven't being doing my job-" he sighed, "It doesn't really matter why. I need to go back."

It didn't make sense and his explanation only invited more question than it answered but after spending enough time with him she had learned he wouldn't answer her question.

"Anyway, I just wanted to say goodbye. I'm leaving tomorrow."

Chayoung wanted to say something, anything to make the heavy feeling in her stomach go away. She looked at him and wondered how he was feeling about this. He sure was trying his best to seem nonchalant about it.

"Do you need a ride to the airport?" she asked.

He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again. He nodded with a slight smile, which Chayoung wanted to return but she couldn't get herself to do it and instead walked away from him without saying anything else.

***

She burrowed her father's car and went to the address he had sent her the next day.

Vincenzo said nothing as he got into her car.

She tried to fill the silence with small talk by asking about his family, but it seemed to make him uncomfortable, and he was only able to give her noncommittal answers. After a few attempts, Chayoung just opted for the silence that was only occasionally interrupted by the directions from the GPS.

When they reached the airport, she pulled up in the fast lane knowing this only allowed her to quick goodbye.

The exited the car at the same time and went to the trunk to get his luggage out. Chayoung wasn’t sure if he had never planned on staying long or if he had just thrown out the rest of his belongings, but he only had one bag, which seemed too little for an extended stay.

“Have a safe flight.” She said.

He gave a slight smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I would ask you to keep in touch, but I suspect this is probably goodbye for good.”

The way he averted her eyes was enough answer to her statement.

“Well, in that case.” She said.

She stepped closer to him and put her hand behind his neck to pull him down to her. He moved with ease to meet her lips even if he was slightly surprised by the action. He put his hand on her cheek and deepened their kiss.

Chayoung almost regretted choosing the fast lane when someone interrupted their kiss with a honk.

“You should get going.” She said.

He nodded, but he held onto for a moment longer before he stepped back. He gave her a smile and this time his eyes were shining.

“Take care.”

And that was the end.

***

Except it wasn’t. It turns it wasn't the last time she saw Vincenzo. It took years and she had just passed the bar and her father was trying to recruit her to his law firm. He was working on a case against the giant corporation called Babel, who had done a number of egregious thing but because of their wealth and power they had been able to get away with it.

Chayoung had thought about joining him, but she wasn't all that interested in living a life like her father. So she was in his office, ready with her rejection when someone else walked into the practice.

"I'm interested in joining your fight against Babel."

Chayoung didn't think she would hear that voice again. She turned and saw him standing there with a crisp blue suit, his hair pulled back and a slight smirk on his face.

Vincenzo did a double take when he saw her, but when he looked between her and her father he was quick to put two and two together.

"Do you work here as well?"

Chayoung looked around the shabby office. She thought about what she had come to do.

"Yes." She said. "I work here too."

He smiled and then walked forward to present himself to her father, who was very confused about the whole situation. This time around Vincenzo was full of words. Chayoung could tell he wasn't telling the whole truth, but at least it was more of an explanation than she got back in law school. This was when she learned what Vincenzo had been doing in her class in the first place and that he wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t in love with Junwoo.

She also learned their late-night study sessions would continue just like they had before, and that kissing Vincenzo wasn't a one-time occurrence.

[sunsoothed]

after the rain masterpost

after the rain - chapter 1

chapter one is out! (featuring chayoung and sujin and an unexpected turn of events)

after the rain - chapter 2

chapter two is out! (featuring approx. one conversation that will likely make you sad and approx. one that definitely won't)

after the rain - chapter 3

chapter 3 is out! (featuring the hong-cassano-han family and... no yeah, that's about it)

after the rain - chapter 4

chapter 4 is out! (featuring more family dynamics and seojun getting hashtag busted)

after the rain - chapter 5

chapter 5 is out! (featuring junjin being cute and stuff hehe)

after the rain - chapter 6

chapter 6 is out! (featuring what you've all been curious about — the backstory)

after the rain — chapter 7

chapter 7 is out! (featuring some sad differences in homes and the brewing of *gasp* a plot !)

after the rain — chapter 8

chapter 8 is out! (featuring stuff that happens. i'm too tired to write it out)

after the rain — chapter 9

chapter 9 is out! (featuring plans being executed and relationships developing)

after the rain — chapter 10

chapter 10 is out! (featuring vincenzo being dramatic and a confirmation of friendship)

after the rain — chapter 11

chapter 11 is out! (featuring a (in my opinion) hilarious bet and some important conversations)

after the rain — chapter 12

chapter 12 is out! (featuring friendships and parents to the rescue)

after the rain — chapter 13

chapter 13 is out! (featuring relationships being solidified and suspicions rising)

after the rain — chapter 14

chapter 14 is out! (featuring things going wrong then going right and plans being hatched)

after the rain — chapter 15

chapter 15 is out! (featuring family dinners to coffee shop dates gone wrong then right)

[hangtightcowboy]

Here’s my Chayenzo AO3 fan fiction recommendations to get y’all through the rest of this week;

i’m going to split these up into written pre-episode 16 canon compliant, canon divergence, and written post-episode 16 because after episode 16 we all collectively lost our minds. these aren’t all of my favorites because i read everything on ao3 and love everything on the tag. these are just some that are a good jumping off point for anyone needing recommendations! sorry this took so long i’ve been moving :)

tumblr is angry about having too many link previews on one page so you’ll have to copy and paste them into your browser which is so ugly of them :(

tagging; @angstygirlsposts , @m2ndy2ee , @kestrel-of-herran :)

pre-episode 16, canon compliant;

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30219006

we all love a good comparison to celestial beings and this one delivers. vinny being entirely too poetic while thinking about chayoung c:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30251163

the one in which vincenzo has a nightmare and they dance around the elephant in the room, the elephant being their feelings for each other

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30369546

two chapters; vincenzo comes down with a cold and chayoung takes care of him and vise versa when chayoung gets a cold :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30740552

this is low key a crack fic, but i LOVE the idea of the geumga family trying to force them to talk about their feelings and get together already. it’s very soft and if you need that right now it’s pretty wonderful! :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30615635

set around episode 11, i love chayoung and this fic fits her so well to me :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30650783

i’m not too sure where to put this one but it’s very comforting with revelations of their feelings for each other in a very chayenzo way.

canon divergent;

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30343338

this is another fic in my top five, my very top pick with cannon divergence. ⚠️it is smutty so pre warning if you don’t like that but i need this to happen for them. they just need to be happy and live life together :(

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30602138

i’m putting this one here because they do talk about their feelings and that hasn’t happened yet, but !!

this is some of the best writing in this fandom. the writer really understand these two and made something so special and so authentically them in my opinion. this is my favorite fic ever !

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30485127

i’m not a big fan of fwb tropes but i know a lot of people really love it and this series itches that scratch for me. and this specific part has my whole heart. specifically because i’m a SUCKER for vincenzo calling chayoung ‘my treasure’ in italian.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30277548

again fuck me up with vincenzo calling chayoung my treasure. very short, very sweet but worth the read if you need comfort!

post-episode 16;

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30708791

this is definitely a very well rounded fic! very enjoyable! obviously it’s not canon compliant because we’re still guessing what is going to happen but it’s still very well done! chayoung shines in this as she should!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30723758

this is my favorite post episode 16 fic because of the vulnerability we see from vincenzo and how absolutely amazing chayoung is. ⚠️ there is smut in this so pre warning if you’re not into that

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30700145

this made me cry. it’s very intense and graphic with an M for mature rating but oh my god i’m in love. very sad vinny gets really hurt and chayoung is a BAD ASS

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30639227

lost of snippets from the episodes previous and then a nice conclusion of vincenzo making it back to the morgue. i cried a lot

[literaryfic]

singer!cha-young & violinist!vincenzo au pt.2

park ju-hyung is abandoned in a South Korean orphanage when he’s 7.

he gets adopted by an Italian couple, the Rossis, who want nothing more than to be parents. they’re older, but kind and patient with him. he misses his mom at first, has a hard time adapting to Italy, the language, the food, the people. everything is new and scary. but they’re here every step of the way, consoling him after a nightmare, holding his hand through a difficult night. 

ju-hyung is nothing if not resourceful and intelligent, and he works hard to become vincenzo rossi. he learns Italian quickly, eager for people, for his new family, to accept him. he wants to make sure to become the perfect son, a child no one would think to abandon. 

his adoptive parents sign him up for violin classes when he’s eight. they’re big classical music fans and they want to share their passion with him. he loves the way they look at him when he plays, they seem proud. so he tries hard.

turns out vincenzo is exceptionally good at violin. so much that people start calling him a prodigy. by the time he’s 10, the Cassano Fondation notices him and they become his patrons. he gets homeschooled, but really he just has private tutoring after his day-long violin lessons.

he spends his days at the Fondation, surrounded by teachers, coaches, older students. he’s the youngest there, and he doesn’t get much interactions with people his age. he doesn’t mind, he’s not very social anyway. he might be young but he understands the disdain in some adults’ eyes, he hears the slurs they direct at him from their children’s mouths.

his only friend is Luca, the son of his parent’s cleaner. he’s two years younger than him, immature and childish, the way a kid their age should be, but vincenzo doesn’t mind. he likes playing catch with him when no one’s looking (“be careful not to hurt your hands, vinny. a musician’s hands are just as important as his heart.”, his father had said.) . he likes how carefree and bright Luca looks when he’s playing with his little cars. they hang out on sundays, the only afternoon where vincenzo doesn’t have lessons.

of course, he wins every competition he enters. his audition tapes are played to students 5 years older than him. people gather at the windows of his private classroom at the Fondation.

when he’s 15, he’s getting ready to start his career as a soloist when his adoptive parents die tragically in a car crash. his parents, the people who’d wanted him when no one else did, had left him. he’d been abandoned once again, twice an orphan.

everything happens so fast. he inherits his family’s massive fortune, and Fabio’s the Fondation head, decides to adopt him. he becomes vincenzo cassano. in 15 years, he’s had three different names, three different identities. he doesn’t know who he is, really, but he knows what he can do: play the violin.

and he does, and he takes the classical world by storm, a sensation unlike anything they’ve seen before. he’s praised for his technicality as much as his interpretation, his performance skills mature beyond his young age.

what they don’t see is him rehearsing ten hours a day for years, without a break. vincenzo cassano doesn’t do days off, apparently. he loses himself in his music, in his art, lets it consume him so that ju-hyung, vincenzo

he travels the world, plays in a different country almost every month. he doesn’t have to think about who he is and where he belongs when he plays, he can just focus on the notes, on the emotions the pieces he plays evoke. 

some might think that vincenzo loved his career as a world class violinist because he was considered one of the best to ever play, a genius admired by all and a forgotten by none. others might believe he simply loved music. they’d be all wrong. he couldn’t care less about fame, recognition and glory. vincenzo played the violin because for a short moment, when he stood on stage, he disappeared. all eyes might have been on him, but vincenzo felt invisible, the music he created hiding him from the world. 

at 33, he’s accomplished everything there is to accomplish, played with every orchestra, every conductor, has interpreted every piece. he’s released 6 albums, two of them winning a Grammy for Best Classical Music Album, has one three Grammy’s for Best Classical Instrumental Solo and is the best paid soloist on the circuit. 

vincenzo cassano is tired, drained and empty. he’s given everything he had to give, and music isn’t enough anymore. he wants to live a life away from people now, on his own. but first, there is something he needs to do: find his biological mother. 

he had started therapy a year ago, not by choice. luca and his agent, mateo, all but forced him to go. “it’ll do you some good to talk about what goes on in there. there’s no shame in going.”, luca had tried. “if you don’t go, i’m cancelling all your performances for the next year.”, mateo had had the last word. 

he had discussed his adoption and the anger he arbored towards his biological mother with his therapist, and had concluded that he should try to have some closure. he needed to know why she left him, what made her decide he wasn’t good enough. six months ago, he’d hired a private investigator based in Seoul to search for her. a month later, he had a name and an address. Geumga community center, where she apparently teaches the violin. 

after he learns that his biological mom is a violin teacher, vincenzo feels sick every time picks up his instrument. he’s forced to stop playing, to stop performing, to stop disappearing. anger runs in his veins, underneath the surface, threatening to erupt at any time. 

“Vincenzo Cassano announces retirement from the music scene, world mourns his absence already” “Vincenzo Cassano is retiring because of mental health issues, insiders reveal” “Is Vincenzo Cassano retiring because he’s not the best anymore?” 

he flies out to Seoul on a whim, without telling his team or Luca. he books a 5-star hotel a few subway stations from the community center. he’s given himself a week. a week to confront his mother, to close this chapter. 

he never makes it to the community center. instead he walks around Seoul, head low. people recognise him, which he didn’t expect. although he feels no particular attachment to his motherland, South Koreans are very fond of him. how could they not, when one of their compatriots is the best violinist in the world? over the years he’s had a few interviews in South Korea and has donated to some local charities. although most of it was orchestrated by his management team, people seemed to love him and his name meant something here. 

the closer he gets to going to his mother’s workplace is a small restaurant right in front of the community center. he’s not used to korean food anymore, but he enjoys it. the place is empty until one man, probably around 55 years old, sits right in front of him. “a bottle of makgeolli, please!” he asks the owner. 

“can i help you?” vincenzo says, surprised someone would dare to sit at a stranger’s table. “mmh. why have you been hovering past the Geumga community center for a week?” 

“hovering?”, vincenzo scoffs, “i don’t think this is any of your business, sir.” 

“it is since i work there. are you ms.oh’s long lost son or something?” vincenzo spits out his water. 

[ritzbernal]

Regrets and Realizations

So I need to do work but I have to let this out my system so I can focus (ehem let's see). It's been on my mind for a whole week already! I, uhm, am not really a writer but Vincenzo forced me to be one. Read at your own risk 🤣

Takes places after episode 16 after threatening Jang Han Seok and Choi Myung Hee. Vincenzo coming face to face with regrets of losing his mom and realizing how he doesn't want to lose Cha Young.

Read in ao3

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"Regret is the most painful thing in life."

These words echo in Vincenzo's head as he was driving back to the hospital after his encounter with the Babel quartet. He says it so often to people as advice yet with himself, he doesn't know how it applies. Maybe because the life he led in Italy allows him not to have regrets.

Anger. That's all he felt for his mother before he learned the truth. The truth that she left him in the orphanage not because she didn't love him, but because she had cancer. She was afraid to leave his son dying so she chose to send him away.

I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise that I'd come for you soon.

He learned that she looked for him for several years and that after everything that has happened, she still loves him.

There hasn't been a single day that I haven't thought about you.

And now all he felt was regret. Yes he killed the man who killed his mother in front of Jang Han Seok and Choi Myung Hee, but it is not enough. They have crossed Vincenzo and there's no other way for them but down.

He recalled the days when he visits his mom and during those days, Cha Young was with him. Hong Cha Young. She is the reason why he chose to forgive his mother. Because of her, he got to spend a few intimate hours with her - taking selca together, buying her bunggeopang, buying her a bag, taking a stroll with her. If it weren't this strong-willed lawyer who was always by his side, he wouldn't get to spend those precious moments with her. She has slowly become his rock, his foundation, his reason to fight. She supported him even when she knew his deeds.

This made him think of what could have Cha Young felt when her father was intentionally killed by Wusang and Babel. He wasn't even there for her when it happened. He even told her that she should have been a good daughter sooner. It must have been hard for her then. He gripped the steering wheel while he thought of Cha Young in his shoes months ago. If there's anyone who can understand him now, it's Cha Young. And if there's someone who can understand Cha Young, it's him. Funny how their circumstances parallel each other.

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Vincenzo arrives at the hospital with blood on his hands and neck. His white shirt stained with the blood of his mother's murderer. As he went out of his car to get inside the hospital, he took his phone from his coat and called Cha Young. She picked up at the first ring.

"Where are you? Are you okay?" Her voice is filled with worry, fear, and relief. Fear that something might have happened to him without her saying how much he means to her and relief that he finally called, that somehow he's not in danger.

"Byeonhosa-nim." Vincenzo said with the hint of tiredness and loneliness. His tone was cold and void of emotion.

"Yes. Where are you? Did you make him pay? I convinced the staff to wait a little while before proceeding with cremation. Mr. Nam and I will take care of the papers, don't worry. Where are you?" Cha Young said in a single breath. She shuffled outside the morgue to see if Vincenzo has arrived at the hospital.

"Byeonhosa-nim. I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what? What's wrong? Where are you right now?" He can sense the worry in her voice. He knows she's acting strong but inside she's crumbling for Oh Gyeong Ja's unfair death. Vincenzo now taking the stairs to where Cha Young is. It's good that there were few people in that part of the building at that time. He would have caused a commotion with how he looks right now.

"Make sure you catch him. No, make him pay." Cha Young's words assured him that she trusts him, that she will stay with him no matter how many crimes he commit. Her words were the catalyst for him to make pay whoever did that to his mom. Then he remembered his thoughts during the car ride. He wasn't there for her. But Cha Young chose to be the bigger person and reminded him that regret is the most painful thing in life.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you when Mr. Hong passed away. I even amplified that you were not a good daughter to your dad. And yet here you are with me. I really don't deserve you." His tone became soft as he apologize to Cha Young.

"Yah. This is not the time to be saying such things," she said gritting her teeth. "Byeonhosa-nim, please, I just need to know where you are right now and that you are safe," her voice cracking.

The last time he heard her almost crying was when the victim's family was unrightfully murdered. How he wants to hug then, to comfort her, yet he chose not to. He was afraid to overstep the boundaries. But right now, all he wants to do is hug her and not let her go.

Vincenzo spots Cha Young half crying outside the morgue, speaking to him on the phone. He should be the one emotional right now, but Cha Young looked like she was the one who lost a mother. With light steps he walked towards her. She was too preoccupied with their conversation that she didn't notice Vincenzo was already behind her.

"Vincenzo Cassano, where-" Vincenzo ended the call and placed his phone inside his coat.

"Yah!" Cha Young half cried half shouted on the phone. Tears were already welling in her eyes. Then without a word, he swiftly went and hugged her from behind, engulfing her in his embrace. His bloodied hand on her waist; his face buried in her neck. He took the phone from her right hand, tucked it inside her the pocket of her pants and then gently moved his hand back to her waist.

"Byeonhosa-nim. What are you doing?" She wants to turn around but Vincenzo's arms is tight around her.

"Back to byeonhosa-nim again? I'm sorry. This must have been how you felt before. I feel terrible."

"Yah. Don't make me cry anymore. Listen, it's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself. Let's not talk about that. Are you hurt somewhere?" Then Vincenzo loosen his arms from her and Cha Young was able to free herself from Vincenzo. She turned around to look at him. Gone is the cold gaze before he left earlier. With shaking hands he searched his arms, his torso and his chest to see if he has any injury. Aside from a few bruises on his fingers, thankfully he's not hurt anywhere else. Finally she settled her right hand on his face with an attempt to wipe away the blood stains.

Vincenzo was looking at her intently the entire time she was searching his body for any injury. This is the closest physically they have been after their charade as a couple. His left hand went to caress that Cha Young's hand and leaned his head. Her hands are warm on his cold cheeks. He closed his eyes and he spoke, "I'm fine."

"I was so worried. Why would you end the call without saying something?" She removed her hands from his cheeks to hit him in the shoulders just as she did before when she's irritated or excited. But he was quicker and took her hand back to his cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I'm here now."

"Will you please stop saying sorry?" Now they are looking at each other's eyes. The tension between them building up.

"Thank you for staying with my mom."

"I'm returning the favor. You stayed with my dad when I was busy fighting against him. Let's go in." She said changing the topic and dragging Vincenzo by the hand enter the morgue and say his final goodbye to his mom.

"Byeonhosa-nim," he said keeping her from walking, "today I have declared war with Babel. We still have a long war to fight and I don't want to lose you in the process. After mom's funeral, we have to arrange things so I can keep an eye on you. Either I stay in your house or you stay in my apartment." There was a pause and sigh before he uttered, "I can't lose you, too."

"Why?" she asked not looking at him. I can't lose you too. His words echo in her head. Something in her anticipate that he will confess his feelings for her. He's been very subtle about his words and actions towards her but this hug means something else. She wants him to acknowledge his feelings and accept that he deserves love.

"Just agree please and don't ask anymore questions." Because I love you, Hong Cha Young, in his mind he said. But these are the words she was not expecting. Maybe he needs more time. He just lost his mom. I need to stay with him. She sighed and said, "Okay. We'll stay at my house."

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So I finished it at last! It's my first fic in long time (oh the power that Vincenzo has). I figured Vinnie will save the confession a little later because what will we viewers look forward to? I hope you enjoyed this short fic!

Edit: I refined it a bit? LOL I might be writing the continuation of this. Chayenzo in Cha Young's house.

Here is Part 2!

[kdramaqween]

so many chayenzo fic ideas in my brain, it's about to explode

[delicateglitch]

The anon who messaged me saying thanks for the Vincenzo recs - thank you for checking my posts? I get giddy when I get msgs like this. (and somehow my app actually notified me about it this time)

Honestly those lists were my way of showing appreciation to all those stories that kept me company and entertained when everything else in my life was lame. But I'm so glad that they helped and you enjoyed reading those stories! Per te is on my list and I actually do like it :)

Thanks for the msg anon! Please do read the beauty and beast AU which was published recently! I enjoyed it

[coolbeansbuddyofmine]

BABEY has committed violence 💕💕💕