#kwon jiyong x reader

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[gwiyeounsonyeon]

ive been xtra obsessed with these boys if you wanted to try and request something. please bear with me though idk if im gonna be able to get anything done today but i want to try…

BTS - namjoon, yoongi, *i would be willing to attempt writing for jimin and jungkook*

BIGBANG - g dragon, top, taeyang, daesung

detective loki (prisoners), ghost, konig, leon kennedy, han lue (tokyo drift)

[seawitch62]

A curse, a painting.

Can the maiden escape her imprisonment?

Word count 1480

           Cursed!

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago….

Time was free of the concept of technology, one does not have the time for imaginative frivolous thoughts, chores and survival are the concerns of utmost importance. 

There lived a young beautiful maid, vibrant and full of life. Her smile wobbled the knees of many young suitors. Her harmonious voice pleasant to the ears, her body, desirous of many young men and old alike in her atmosphere.

Many had asked for her hand in marriage. She respectfully declined, she was not ready for matrimony and the shackles it included nor was she ready for children, her child bearing days are her future not her present.

Her parents desperately wanted to see their lovely daughter settle down and be protected by a husband. Her father often said "if you do not choose a worthy husband, I will do so!".

Life was pleasant for the maiden,

Her daily chores kept her busy, chatting and giggling with her family and friends.

 A dark cloud loomed over,  ominous and petty, unbeknownst to the lovely maiden, she had caught the eye of the Overlord.

The Overload an older gentleman, paunchy and balding and even in his prime not an attractive man. Genetics were not kind to him in the least. What he lacked in looks was compensated with wealth and power. This is a man that rules with an iron fist, not one to take lightly any slight, imagined or real.

His deviant eye watches her, his mouth waters as he imagines what he would like to do with this lamb. He bides his time watching, waiting like a spider on a well spun web, awaiting his moment.

The day like any other for the young woman, her Mother requested she take their monthly quota of vegetables to the Overloads kitchen.

The kitchen normally full of hustle and bustle as the staff prepare the daily meals was noticeably quiet. The room was warm and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air. "Good morning" a voice male in gender but by no means masculine in fact his voice was high pitched, that irritated the ears. Startled, she turns, knowing it's the voice of her Overlord.  "Good morning  Sir" she replies, her curtsey revealing to his lewd eye and vision of supple young breasts.

"Maid come hither!" He instructs, hesitantly she does as she is asked, plump fingers touch her face, his garlic and onion breath so close she fights the nausea swirling within like a tornado. "Maid I want you!" He states as his fingers play with her hair.

"I crave your body, and you will give it freely". His hands fondle and squeeze her breasts, her nipples hurt, frozen in fear, she only stares. "You will give yourself to me!" He demands.

Vegetables drop to the floor, "no" she screams as she runs out the door.

Running and not stopping till she reaches her favourite spot, the local stream, surrounded by trees and flowers she sits on her log and sobs.

The Overlord angered beyond words, the Wench dares rebuff his advances. This is not a man to trifle with, especially his ego.

This man dabbles in  dark magic. 

"Curse thee wench!" He yells.

"I curse you forever to  see what you see! That no one sees you! 

Only when you are truly seen will you be free! I curse you!".

The lovely young woman was never seen again, her parents valiantly searched but no clue ever surfaced. 

A mystery of the ages. Some believed the Overlord had a play in her disappearance but none dared to speak these words out loud.

The Overlord's new acquisition became his obsession. A painting of a young maiden, surrounded by trees and flowers facing a stream sitting on a log, her back is all that you see it's evident she weeps.

■

Years rolled by the young woman's parents passed away never knowing what befall their beloved daughter. The Overlord eventually turned to dust after living an abnormally long life. His death was greeted with relief and rejoicing.

His prized painting, from that moment, was in the possession of many  hands, never seeing only gazing. 

Eons passed, the young lady now has learned to navigate her surroundings, minuscule as they are. To the outside world she remains weeping on the log.

She freely roams her canvas prison, hoping, wishing, one day to be released. 

Watching as her world slowly changes she can only observe and never participate.

■

Off the beaten track far removed from the tourist trade,  a world weary traveler stares at the painting through the window of the second hand store.  He is drawn to the art, he knows not why only that he should have it.

Upon entering the establishment his eyes roam the premise seeing many oddities. He states his business, the owner an elderly woman with a keen nose for business. She tells the well tailored gentleman her price, most shudder and make a hasty retreat. Not this man, he does not blink, instead he pays her asking price immediately.

"The painting is very old,'' she tells him. Thanking the woman he exits the shop, hops into his chauffeur driven limousine that waits patiently for him.

Jiyong is very pleased with his purchase and decides he will hang this art in his entertainment area once he is home.

■

Kwon Jiyong also known as G Dragon or simply GD, a world wide recognizable face by many, fashionista, trend setter, underneath all that glitters is a very lonely man. A man who hopes that someone will see him! Not the image but him! Lonely in a world where everyone is your friend, hoping that the Jiyong sparkle will rub off onto them.

Where every acquaintance and friendship is left with the thoughts "do they see me?". It can be a very lonely existence. Cameras click click click your every move. Reporters clamoring about looking for the exclusive.

Which is why his home is his castle, his haven, his refuge. He shares his home with his 'babies' Lye and Princess Zoa. Jiyong is also known to his kitties as Dad.

They are the true rulers of his kingdom. 

All in all life is wonderful for the trio in their penthouse.

The young lady in the painting watches with indulgent amusement as Jiyong dresses Zoa in cute outfits, she also witnessed Jiyong running around worried and fretful looking for his baby, who was Peacefully taking a nap in the tub. Lyes, disapproval at his 'Dads' attempt to put clothing on him. The kitties keep her amused and are her only companionship.

"Animals always sense me, see me, never their owners" she sighs.

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Jiyong notices his kitties preoccupation with the painting. He catches them sitting and staring for extended periods of time. Not understanding why, but always the Cat Dad he moves the settee in front of the weeping woman painting so the three of them can enjoy the art together.

"Why do you weep in such a serene beautiful setting?" He thinks out loud.

■

"Booze" he tells himself. No way the weeping woman is standing by the tree he tells himself.

Shaking his head he once again looks at the painting she is back on her log.

'Time for bed' he tells  himself.

"He saw me" she utters, happiness overflows, feeling like a gold miner who's claim glistened in the sun, "he saw me" she murmurs.

■

Obsessively, Jiyong sits on the settee and gazes at his painting.

Lye and Zoa join him, often falling asleep on his lap.

Drowsily he yawns sleep beckoning as he stands before his painting, Lye and Zoe attention is directed at the art, looking back at his cats then his gaze returns to the painted canvas.

Disbelief, the woman  is kneeling beside the flowers.

"No no no!" He exclaims loudly.

The weeping woman upon hearing his distressed tone looks up and their eyes lock.

They see each other. 

"He sees me!"

"She sees me!".

The curse is broken, the spell no longer holds her in her artistic cell.

The maiden walks out of the painting into Jiyongs  entertainment area.

Lye and Zoa hiss and  growl and run away to hide.

Jiyong can only stare, she bestows a smile of such warmth and gratitude it melts his fears.

The weeping lady who now no longer weeps but smiles hugs the stunned Jiyong whispering over and over her thanks.

Stepping back tears well in her eyes and trickle down her cheeks.

"Thank you" she says in many languages she has learned since her incarnation.

Jiyong witnesses in horror, as she ages and decays before him, her skeletal form turns to dust.

Staring at the dust at his feet, he turns to the painting, it's exactly the same minus the weeping woman.

Her loneliness has ended.

His continues.

[its-straykeedz]

my you; jjk

Pairing: jungkook x reader;

established relationship!AU, non-idol!au;

Genre: drabble;

Rating: fluffish smut? smuttish fluff? idk;

Word count: 1,7k 

Warnings: swearing; mature content as in: ✋job, oral seggs (m receiving), swallowing;  

Disclaimer: this is pure fiction; also, I’m not a native English speaker and my English is a bit rusty, so feel free to correct me if you notice any mistakes!

♡

“He’s so handsome.”, you exclaim. 

You’re currently on your phone, your favorite artist just posted a new story on his social media. As soon as he hears your comment, your boyfriend’s head snaps up to look at you, brown doe eyes staring at you, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Who?”, he questions, looking at you through his hooded eyes. 

You turn your phone to him, showing you the latest picture of Kwon Jiyong.

“Yah!” Jungkook, your boyfriend, gasps dramatically. “You shouldn’t be talking like that about another namja!”, he playfully scolds you. 

You giggle at his reaction, finding it cute. 

“Why not?”, you tease him. “He is handsome.”

He scoffs. “Okay. Then you know what?”, he asks, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “I’m going to become an idol too one day, so everyone is going to compliment me and you’ll feel jealous.”, he says with a satisfied grin on his face. 

You let out a laugh, before you playfully elbow him. “Oh my God, Guk, don't tell me you’re jealous!”, you say, poking at his puffy cheek with the tip of your index. 

He glares at you, though playfully. You know deep down he’s not serious. He knows you have eyes just for him, and that your crush for Jiyong is merely platonic. He just likes to tease you about it from time to time, and you don’t mind it. 

“I’m not jealous.”, he scoffs. 

He’s not, you believe him. That’s one of the things you like the most about Jungkook. 

You come closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as you place a soft kiss on his cheek. “You know you’re my number one.”, you purr, kissing him again, this time a little bit closer to the corner of his mouth. 

He scoffs. “But I’m not Jiyong. He’s handsome.”, he mocks you. 

He doesn’t look at you, nor does he turn his head to let you kiss his lips. You know he’s just teasing right now. 

“Mh, yeah, he is.”, you place a kiss on his jawline. Your hand travels all over his torso and abdomen, before slipping right under his t-shirt. His breath hitches. “But he’s not the namja I want…”

Another kiss, this time closer to his collar bone, and Jungkook has to physically stop himself from letting an obscene moan escape his throat. Your hand has reached his chest, and when you delicately pinch his right nipple with your fingers, it sends a shiver down his spine and he feels himself getting hard, underwear getting tighter and tighter. 

“Oh, he’s- he’s not?”, he asks, biting on his lower lip, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows his own saliva. 

“Mh, he’s not.”, you repeat. Your other hand runs through his dark hair, gently tugging at it, earning a muffled moan from Jungkook. 

“A-And who is the one that you want?”, cock painfully hard in his boxers, he craves your touch somewhere else than his chest right now. 

You seem to have read his mind, because the hand that’s currently under his t-shirt starts to travel downwards. You feel his breath hitch once again and you smirk, a satisfied grin on your face at the way he reacts to your touch. 

Your hand finally slips under his sweat and boxers, fingers wrapping swiftly around his painfully hard length. You give his cock a slow pump, and place another kiss on Jungkook’s collarbone. Jungkook lets out a deep, guttural groan, and you feel yourself getting wet. Oh, how you love seeing him so vulnerable to your touch just like you are to his… 

“You.”, you whisper on his lips, thumb delicately brushing over the sensitive tip of his dick that’s wet with his arousal. 

You feel him thrust his hips upwards, desperate for some friction. 

“Please…”, he moans, before wrapping his own hand around your wrist. 

You can’t help but bite on your lip at his reaction. Seeing him so desperate and flustered is the biggest turn on for you, and he knows that.

“I’m gonna show you that I really mean it.”, you say. 

Your lips are so close to his he can actually feel your hot breath on his skin. He wants nothing more than for you to kiss him, so he places his other hand on the nape of your neck and pulls you closer so that your lips can finally touch. 

What was supposed to be a normal kiss eventually turns out into a make-out session. You start to move your hand up and down his length slowly, and you use the pad of your thumb to gently spread his arousal all over the tip of his cock. 

“Fuck.”, he mutters under his breath, breaking the kiss. “You’re so good at this, jagiya…”, he groans, his gaze dropping to his crotch, where your hand disappears under his clothes. “Want to see you while you do it…”, he whispers, looking at you with his dark chocolate eyes, filled with pure lust. 

You nod, before retrieving your hands from his underwear, and he whines at the sudden loss of contact. You slip your fingers at each side of his sweats, and in a matter of seconds, he helps you slide them off his muscular thighs, finally freeing his cock, now rock hard and yearning to be touched again. 

You wrap your fingers around his cock once again, and start pumping his length at an excruciatingly slow pace. Jungkook lifts his t-shirt up in order to have fully access to the sight of your hand pleasuring him, exposing his six-pack in the process. You can’t help but let out a gasp and lick your lips at the sight. 

“You’re so hot, Guk…”, you whisper, not even thinking about halting your movements. “Want to pleasure you all the time…”, you mutter, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

He lets out a choked moan at your words. “Me too- fuck” he groans out of pleasure when you squeeze him a little bit tighter “Think about you all the time, jagiya… want to be inside of you every hour, every minute, every second…”, he whines. 

“I’m all yours, Guk.”

You feel him buckle his hips in pleasure at the sound of your words and that makes you want to pleasure him even more. Without stopping touching him, you quickly kneel before him and gently tap on his thighs with your fingers, and he spreads them even more. You position yourself between his legs, one hand still wrapped around his thick, veiny cock, pumping him slowly because you know he’ll cum if you start moving your hand at a faster pace. 

“Fuck.”, he swears once again once he realizes what you’re about to do. 

“Shh… Just sit back and enjoy.”, you whisper, before engulfing the tip of his cock in your mouth. 

He chokes on air as soon as he feels both the wetness and warmth of your mouth around him. It’s been so long since he last got to feel your mouth around him. Too long. To him, at least. Your mouth feels like heaven, and he’s genuinely scared he’s going to cum sooner than he’d like to. 

You look so fucking hot with his cock in his mouth. He thinks it’s his favorite sight. No, no, scratch that, his favorite sight is definitely you on all fours when he fucks you from behind. He feels himself getting harder at the thought. 

“Fuck, like that, jagiya.”, he grunts when he feels you taking him in deeper, your tongue flat on the underside of his length. 

He places his veiny, tattooed hand on top of your head and grabs a fistful of your hair, gently tugging at it, careful not to hurt you. He looks at you through his hooded eyes to see any sign of discomfort on your face. There’s none. 

“You’re so good to me, jagiya… What did I ever do to deserve you?”, he asks, more to himself, running a hand through his dark hair. 

It’s not like you could answer him anyway, since your mouth is full of his cock. And he loves it. Also, he can’t wait to reciprocate. Fuck, the thought makes him even harder than he already is. 

“The prettiest baby…”, he mutters, tugging at your hair tighter “And you’re all mine.”, he moans, delicately thrusting his hips upwards to touch the back of your throat with the tip of his cock. 

He notices the way you squeeze your thighs together in search for some relief, and he smirks. 

“You like it when I tell you that you’re mine?”, he teases, voice raspy. 

“Mh-hm”, you hum around his cock, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes. 

As soon as your eyes meet his, he feels an intense wave of pleasure washing all over him, and he feels his orgasm approaching. “Fuck, jagiya, I’m close.”, he whimpers, still staring into your eyes.  

You know just what to do to send him over the edge. 

One of your hands moves from his thighs to the base of his cock and then downwards to his balls. It’s unexpected and sudden, and his eyes close shut in pure pleasure as he bites down on his lower lip so hard you’re scared it’s going to bleed. You feel his length twitch inside your mouth, and you know he’s so close to cumming… You relax your throat and take him even deeper until the tip of your nose brushes up against the skin of his lower abdomen. 

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”, he chants, and you feel him tense under  your touch, body becoming stiff. “I’m cumming, oh God.”

He kicks his head back, and you feel his cock twitch once again as he empties himself inside of your warm mouth with a choked cry. You swallow his release and pull away from his softening cock, letting it slap against his naked abdomen as Jungkook tries to regain his breath.  

“Shit, jagiya, it was amazing…”, he exhales a deep breath, running ha hand through his hair. 

“So,” you start, still on your knees between his thighs, looking at him “do you believe me now?”

He does. 

♡

[wonsolsoon]

I posted 299 times in 2022

That's 114 more posts than 2021!

85 posts created (28%)

214 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@woozi

@fy-wonwoo

@chewingvernon

@ravixen

@starshua

I tagged 286 of my posts in 2022

Only 4% of my posts had no tags

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#seventeen - 48 posts

#jeon wonwoo - 48 posts

#vernon - 31 posts

#black eye - 24 posts

#kwon jiyong - 16 posts

#kwon soonyoung - 16 posts

#yoon jeonghan - 16 posts

#oneshot - 15 posts

#instagram - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#also i couldn’t find the right gif to use as a visual guide and i’m too lazy to make one myself so i chose the one closest to what i had

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Vernon via hoshi's weverse moment | 05/12/2022

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#4

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#3

VERNON 'Black Eye' Official MV

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#2

okay, we’ve established darl+ing is a masterpiece and no you can’t disagree

18 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Period Fic

Pairing: Jihoon x fem!reader

Word count: 581

Tags: fluffy cloud, period cramps

Jihoon woke up to the sound of sniffles. It took him a good minute before he realized the sound came from beside him, "Babe?"

"Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?" He saw you wiping away the tears.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong? Why are you crying?" his voice laced with worry. 

"I'm alright, just, cramps. That time of the month, 's all."

He was not convinced at all by your answer but decided not to push it. "Is there anything I can do or you want me to do?"

"Uh, yeah, if you could please pour some hot water into the water bag? That'd be great."

"Yeah, sure."

He worries about you. A lot. He knows his job comes with travelling for months and he can't be here with you all the time. Thus, whenever he's home he always tries his best to make up for all the time you spent away from each other. But when hours later he found you, still lying on the bed and only getting up to change your pads and do your business, Jihoon was starting to get worried sick.

In a year since you two began living together, he swears he doesn't recall ever seeing you be so miserable on your period because of cramps.

“Babe, are you sure you’re alright? Like, a hundred percent, totally fine?”

“I—I don't know. It hurts so bad I feel like someone is stomping on my lower belly all day long,” you said before crying.

He rushes to your side and wrap you in his arms. “Hey, it’s okay. Come here. Come on, stop rubbing your eyes. We don’t want to irritate it, do we?” He continues to hold you while you’re crying your eyes out. It feels good to finally let everything you’re holding in out.

He feels the shaking of your body lessen. He pulls away to look you in the eyes before asking, “Better? Will you tell me now?”

“It hurts so bad but I couldn’t tell you because then you’ll be worried and you shouldn’t because it happens all the time and I get through it just fine but you were never with me when I was on my early days and now it's like my body doesn't know what to do with you suddenly being here." You take a deep breath to calm yourself.

“Should I just leave then? I can go to the dorm. Heard the members are having—”

“No!”

He was taken aback by your objection. “Oh, okay. What do you want me to do then?”

"Could you—do you… I want to cuddle with you, please?”

He stares at you wide eyed before chuckling, “Anything else, your majesty?”

“Stop it.” You slap his chest lightly. “I don’t know why I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. It doesn't make any sense, and I hate it."

"Well, if it makes you feel better, one of my cousins told me once that periods make her feel out of it, like she's not herself at all. So please, don’t feel bad for that." He sees your eyes get teary. “Come on now, I did not say that to make you cry. Smile for me?”

You can’t help but to smile at how sweet he’s being right now, “Thank you. You’re amazing, y’know that?”

"You know I don’t mind cuddles every now and then, especially with you." He averted his gaze suddenly turning shy, “It’s what I’m here for."

fin

A/n: This is def not the one fic I promised like, almost a year ago. That one is still giving me a hard time. Idk what to do with that so I’m just gonna leave it be for the time being. Anyway, enjoy this short... fic(?) that, again, came up some months ago. 

29 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

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[fivefootfuryanon]

Hey I’m gonna be here for like five while seconds but I remember seeing something for Bug Bang and I’m pretty sure G Dragon was super disappointed in the amount of fanfics there are out there by VIP and I just want to say I’m sorry sir it’s gonna be in English but if you’d hold my non alcoholic beverage for just a hot second I got you ok? It may take a while but it’s coming and it’s going to be a cringy x reader fanfic and I may or may not have made some stuff up but lemme tell you I will be writing it in near perfect English. I may be young but I know what I’m doing I correct people’s grammar and English all the time.

[tacojisung]

[8:53pm] Having a rap battle with Jiyong.

“Yo mama is so fat she can’t even...uh…um...”

“Jagi, please stop before I hurt you...WITH THIS LOVE!” Jiyong says as he throws finger heart’s at you.

Meanwhile Taeyang is behind you jumping up and down. “OOOHHH! BUUURRRNNN!”

[aspaceformyselffics09]

A request for my princess: Part one - Youngjae

A/N: So, Hi there guys! First off, so sorry I’ve been MIA (Missing in action) over the past couple of weeks. I’ve been loaded with work, almost working for 14 to 15 hours a day. Plus, my depression had hit me at it’s worst. One of the reasons I couldn’tpick myself up to write at all. But I’m so glad I found some time to do that now. And secondly, I normally don’t write for other fandoms but GD had been one of my favourites since a long time and I also made a little exception for my dear princess @little-dragon-stories​ as she requested this wonderful scenario ages ago. Sorry love, I took so long to write. I hope you like it. Also, guys she’s amazing! Please do check her out when you have the time to.

Summary: As a part of a birthday surprise, you take your little 6 year old friend to a G - Dragon fansign event. But what happens when you loose the said kid in a huge crowd and then find yourself run into the man himself?

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff and fluff

Warnings: None here

Word count: 1.8k

OH MY GOD THAT’S G - DRAGON!

Those were the first words that left Youngjae’s mouth the moment you stopped your car. The six year old sitting next to you was bouncing and rocking up in his seat, his eyes glittering like sparkles, darting everywhere around the area, breathing it in. It was a bright sunny day. The morning sky was clear with a few occasional clouds hanging here and there while the breeze felt fresh on your face. Youngjae now excitedly pulled off his seat belt, opened the door and practically bolted out of the car without waiting for you. 

“Youngjae!” You called after him, but the kid paid no heed, “Wait for me!”

Sighing to yourself, you turned off the ignition, pulled your seat belt off and hastily got yourself out of the car. After making sure your car is locked and secure, you scurried after the hyper excited kid. By the time you caught up to him, he was standing in front of a life sized poster hung near the entrance of the building, clapping his little hands in excitement.

“Auntie!” He squealed, his voice bubbling with excitement, “It’s G - DRAGON!!”

“Yes sweetie,” You said, stopping next to him, trying to catch your breath, “That’s your dragon there.”

Youngjae’s face lit up like a thousand suns and he rushed forward to hug the poster. You laughed delightedly at his antics and brought out the camera to take some pictures. It was a camera his mother handed to you before you left, asking you to get lots and lots of pictures  of her little munchkin meeting his favourite star. And through the lens, you gazed softly at the boy in front of you. He was running around the open area, his face erupting in bright delightful smiles. Giggling and stumbling on his feet, his eyes delirious with elation. He was wearing a shirt that proudly showed off a G - Dragon print written in bold letters, a pair of shorts and some shoes. 

“I want him to know I’m a huge huge huge fan!” He insisted as he pulled his tee on and puffing out his chest, “I want him to know I love him a lot!”

“Oh honey! I bet your dragon already knows you love him,” His mom cooed as she got him ready.

“He does?!” Youngjae exclaimed, his face set in determination.

“Of course Youn!” You offered from where you were standing at the door.

Youngjae’s mom would love to see her boy so happy, you thought as you brought the camera down. It had been a while since the kid had the freedom to run around like that, or laugh like that or eat or do whatever the kids who are his age normally do. 

That’s right Youngjae was special. 

He always was.

Perhaps for kids like him, playgrounds, schools or hobby classes were their normal habitats. But as for Youngjae, ever since you’ve known him, it was always either the hospitals or the four walls of his house. He came to you, his attending physician when he was just a baby, suffering from a bad heart condition that left him unable to enjoy a typical childhood. But, Youngjae was a strong kid. He never complained, he never cried. Whatever life threw at him, he embraced it wholeheartedly. Sure there were times, he was confused why he couldn’t do things other children did, there were times it frustrated him to no end and he would cry a lot. But then again, anybody in Youngjae’s position would do the same. As the days passed by, with every visit and all the time the boy spent in the hospital, you found yourself getting attached to the boy. Beyond just a patient and a doctor. You now cared for him like family, as if he’s your own little nephew. 

And today, as a part of his birthday you brought him to this special solo event by Big bang’s leader G - Dragon. Youngjae always loved Big Bang and especially G - Dragon. He first came across the leader’s voice through a radio that was playing softly in your room. You had just gone out to speak to your colleague regarding work and came back to Youngjae sitting quietly on his chair while bouncing his legs and softly humming the tune to himself.  The scene in front of you instantly put a smile on your face. It isn’t that Youngjae never reacted to music but it was the fact that this particular voice calmed him. It made him serene. The boy who would otherwise ask you a hundred questions or keep jumping around everywhere is sitting quietly by himself humming a tune. And that was when you knew it. Whoever this voice belonged to, it impacted this little boy somewhere deep inside. It resonated in a place where no one was able to reach. Ever since then, Youngjae took to listening to the voice like a ritual, he gushed about G - Dragon at your every visit or bounce around everytime Big Bang or GD appeared on the TV screen.

“Auntie!” Youngjae chirped, during one of your sessions. He was sitting on the edge of the examination bed, his legs dangling down.

“Yes sweetie,” You looked up from where you were going through a couple of your patient files.

“Do you think I can someday meet G - Dragon??” He asked, staring off somewhere into the distance.

“You want to meet him honey?” You ask him, your voice tender, your eyes softly gazing at the boy in front of you. 

“Yes!” He perked his head up, a bright glint forming in his eyes, “I’d like to if I can one day.”

And that was all it took for you to immediately book some tickets when the leader announced his solo event in Seoul along with a fan sign event. This was a perfect opportunity to let the kid have his wish come true. 

It seemed that you were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice the crowds that began to pour into the venue. Shoving the camera into your bag you absentmindedly reached for Youngjae only to realize he’s not around you anymore. 

It didn’t hit you at first. You just stared at the empty spot beside you, blinking once, twice and thrice. Around you, the crowds grew while people blended into each other. And that was when it hit you. 

You just lost Youngjae.

A six year old kid.

In a huge venue,

Filled to the brim with crowds.

--

Dressed in a black overcoat, sunglasses and a black mask covering his face, Jiyong carefully peeked from behind the clothes rack he was hiding at, to scrutinize his surroundings. Turning to his left, his eyes swept over the area, scanning the place for any manager, crew member or anyone he can recognize. When he spotted no one in sight, he turned to his right and inspected once again. No one, area clear. Sighing in relief he tiptoed his way out of his hiding spot only to quickly duck behind an open closet nearby when a random manager along with a staff walked by. 

“Is everything set?” The manager asked while scribbling on his hand book, not really sparing a glance at the staff following him.

“Yes Manager - nim, Jiyong - ssi’s wardrobe is all set,” The staff relayed, “The makeup artists are ready and the stage is all done too.”

“Good,” The manager nodded continuing to scribble, “Make sure there are no set backs anywhere, so that Jiyong - ssi can go through his set routine with the utmost ease and comfort.”

“Yes sir, we’ll make sure to give him our best care.”

Once the manager and the staff are out of earshot, Jiyong slumped to the ground in relief. Thank goodness! They were not looking for him! Huffing out a breath, he pulled himself up and rushed out of the venue through the back door. 

Freedom! 

At last! 

Fresh air and sunshine! 

It’s everything he needs right now.

The past few weeks had been really hectic for Jiyong. With all the back to back meetings, recordings, rehearsals, photoshoots, dress fittings, interviews, TV shows, travelling, etc. All in all, it’s safe to say that there had not been one day where Ji felt like he could breathe, not one day where he properly had time for himself. Hell, he barely even stepped inside his own home in the last five days. His million dollar apartment, his safe space, his comfort. He missed lazing around on the sofa, he missed painting whenever he wanted to, he missed his cat, he missed everything. So, to say that Ji is desperate for some peace and tranquility is an understatement. He’s very, very, very, very, desperate. 

With a slight shrug of his shoulders, Jiyong checked the area around him once more to see if there’s anyone searching for him. When he found no one in sight, he turned around and began to stroll around the place with no particular aim in mind, breathing in his surroundings and simply enjoying them. It felt rejuvenating, the atmosphere, the cold wind whipping across his face, the tranquility, peace, It felt good. It felt nice, almost similar to paradise. Soon, it wasn’t long before he found a bench to settle upon. A brief glance at his watch told him that there’s still an hour before the event officially begins. Which means, the more time he can spend dilly-dallying around. 

Thus thinking so, he made himself comfortable on the little bench and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Perhaps it was the exhaustion that finally caught up to him or perhaps it was the warmth in the atmosphere that finally eased itself into the very pores of his skin. As he felt the tension in his shoulders fade away into relaxation, his eyes began to drop lulled by the breeze that blew past him, while softly caressing his hair. It was warm, the calmness engulfing him like a warm fleece blanket. His eyes finally closing and his very being carried into a world of dreams.

Barely had he closed his eyes, Jiyong felt a slight tug to the edge of his sleeves. Unsure of whether he really felt it and also unwilling to open his eyes, he decided to ignore it. He is too deep in dreamland to care. But then, the tug came again. This time making him wonder if it’s time already. But something isn’t right. If an hour had already passed by, his crew would have turned the whole place upside down looking for him. And they sure as hell won’t just be tugging his sleeves but shoving him towards the dressing room by now. So, to conclude, this isn’t a manager and he’s not going to bother. 

A heartbeat later.

The tug followed again, this time a bit more consistent and persuasive. Jiyong huffed, blowing out a breath, disgruntled. Who dares disturb his sleep? He slowly opened his eyes and blearily eyed the figure standing in front of him. And to his surprise, standing in front of him was a 45 inch tall, huge G - Dragon T - shirt wearing, proudly standing, little boy staring right back at him!

Youngjae...

[little-dragon-stories]

King Chap 7

Your life changed completely when from a slave, you became a spy for the king. Will you be able to help him in his fight against slavery before it’s too late and the threat hanging over him comes true?

In this society where love comes after fortune, will your mutual affection be able to flourish?

Royal au fic pairing female reader and Kwon JiYong

Feat: YoungBae, TaeHyung, MinHo and SeoJoon (just because I had their face in mind when I pictured their character)

W.C: 2423

Warnings: angst, panic attack, main character dissociating

Disclaimer: Everything in this story is fictional. There is no research to be politically accurate or to fit a certain period of time or place. In one word, it’s all invented.

Chapter 7

You spend a couple of days, translating law documents with the king. Seo and sometimes Tae were following you everywhere, now. They seemed to be waiting for you and walked along with you from one place to another. It was now evident that the king had ordered them to protect you each time you were not in his presence. Tae had no choice but to agree when you confronted him with all your questions.You knew too well that questioning Seo on the subject would give no result. When he had to keep a secret, his lips were sealed. Tae for his part, it was easy to make him spill the bean.

“Y/n… you changed!” Seo exclaimed, stopping in the middle of the path, his arms crossed on his chest to observe you.

“Oppa… why would you say something like that to me? I didn’t change at all!” you pout.

He looked at you tenderly.

“You didn’t smile as much, before. You didn’t talk as much either, now you can’t stop. I even caught you singing this morning…”

“Yaa, stop teasing me” you blushed, hiding your face behind your hands.

“Don’t ‘ya’ me little miss! I ain’t teasing you. I just observed that happiness suits you well” he remarked before he patted your hair and pulled you for a hug.

“Thank you oppa. I am, indeed, happy here. And also, I’m happy to be here with you and Tae. You are family to me.”

“Yeah! Yeah! I’m stuck with an annoying little sister”

“Annoying? Me? I’m gonna show you what annoying means if I catch you and beat your ass” you said before teasingly poke his side.

The shadow of Mina and HyunSa hovered over you. Your happiness will be complete only when they will come and join you but time flies and they are nowhere to be seen. You will ask the king about his promise, you wanna know if something happened about it.

“I love you, annoying sister!”

“You… what?” you asked him, dazzled.

“Yaa, don’t make a big deal out of this. I just realised that we should tell people that we love them, when we can. That’s all. You are my family, Y/n. Thank you for never giving up on me, even if I put you in a lot of strange situations throughout the years”.

Big tears were rolling down your eyes. You tiptoed and you pulled on his face to kiss his nose, encircling him with your arms as soon as it was done. A guard walking around began to whistle "marry the girl, for God’s sake". Both of you chose to ignore such a stupid comment.

“I love you too, SeoJoon” you whispered before you finally let go. You and him never hugged before, but things were different now. You were closer than ever, spending so much time together.

“I shall go, I have to work in the king’s garden. Have a good day oppa”

“Aren’t you too pretty to be gardening, today”?

Suddenly, it hit him. When he looked at your pretty white dress belted with a pink silk ribbon, your elegantly combed hair cascading down your back and the new shoes you just bought at the village, he realized that something was wrong. You were much too nicely dressed to spend the day kneeling and digging up dirt. Now that he thought about it, you never had soil under your nails or on your shoes when he walked you back home at night after a supposedly day working in the king’s garden. Suspicious, he looked at you and frowned.

“Y/n, what’s going on? Are you in danger? Is everything okay? Is the king treating you well? Are you…” He asked, shaking your shoulders.

“Ya! Stop it, SeoJoon. Please, lower your voice, don’t put attention on me like that in the middle of the street. Ask the king if you have any questions, please oppa”

“Is he treating you with the respect you deserve?” He lowered his voice.

“What does that even mean? Of course, he’s treating me well. I promise you SeoJoon oppa, I’m fine. I’ve never been happier in my entire life. You have to trust me on that”.

Scratching the back of his neck, he seemed relieved.

“I guess I have no choice, I just mentioned how bubbly you were recently. Ooooh… I get it now. Okay, okay!” A teasing smirk curved his lips.

“ I don’t think you see things as they really are but trust me, I am doing fine. On that, see you tonight”

Turning to face the steps that lead to the palace executive room, you were welcomed by the king himself standing in front of the opened door. He was waiting for you with his arms behind his back, an impassive look on his face, stoic as always when you were in public. Did he catch your conversation with Seo?

“Thanks for bringing her safely, SeoJoon” he told him but he kept gazing at you.

“It’s my pleasure majesty. Take care of her, she’s my annoying little sister” he beamed with joy.

At these words you showed your annoyance by letting out a feigned sigh. The king looked at SeoJoon when the latter called out for him. A message passed between them, silent but they seemed to understand each other as the king nodded to a non-verbal question from Seo.

“Good afternoon, sir!” you said as you walked in front of him and confidently led the way to the study room. You knew the way, now.

“After you, my lady” he laughed and bowed teasingly as soon as the door was closed. He followed you.

The servants had placed tea and cut fruit on a tray. Filled chocolate, a delicacy that you had never tasted before yesterday, generously stacked between the fruits. They had left everything at the entrance on the middle shelf bookcase, as the king asked them to do.

Little by little, you have found your pace, you’ve developed your own personal routine with him. You were using his study to work, side by side on his table but as soon as someone came in, he would hide the book you were working on under his journal. Sometimes, you stayed by his side, sometimes you went in the background, depending on who was announced. He hired someone from the village to have some gardening work done during the night, your official reason to be here, covered.

He gave you a key to lock yourself inside the study when he had to leave to conduct state affairs. The whole situation started to make a lot of noise among the staff but you didn’t really care how they would look at you. They multiplied their visits to catch a glimpse on the king and you. It was irritating but JiYong was always collected. You had to admit that he made you see authority in a better light.

He was determined to discover the flaw in the documents but did not lose patience or show anger towards you even though the process took more time than he expected, that also was new to you. He always offered you to take care of yourself and take a break if you felt the need to rest. But you didn’t want to stop.

“You see here? There is a difference in the transcription. I don’t think it’s significant, but I’d rather tell you” you told him as soon as he arrived from god knows where. He was so busy during the day.

“Still not the one I’m looking for” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose while sitting next to you. “What if I am wrong… what if I misinterpreted it all, what if...”

He was not confident anymore. He was scared that he didn’t read the whole situation correctly. After spending a few days by his side, you were now able to read him, to interpret his non verbal attitude. He was doubting himself, the reason why you were looking for evidence in the first place.

“Oh no, sir! Let’s stay positive. I’m sorry if I don’t work fast enough, I will try to…”

He stopped you from speaking a little abruptly but not aggressively. He seemed irritated by the situation but not particularly by you. Despite the fact that you felt safe with him, at the slightest manifestation of impatience on his part, your hands began to tremble. He noticed it and was internally swearing against the man who had traumatized you so much.

“Y/n… Y/n…” He put his hand on your arm to get your attention before you lost yourself in explanations.

“Yes, sir?”

“Yes, JiYong… you never address me like I want you to” He smiled at you, a dazzling grin on his face.

“I’m sorry…” You lower your head.

“No, don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. Also, don’t be scared of me, I would never harm you. I hope you know that”.

“I feel it sir, I know” you timidly answered.

You were interrupted by 3 little knocks on the door.

“The Queen demands to see you, Cheon Ha” the maid said.

Hearing that, you froze. You never met the Queen, you only heard about her. She apparently was a beautiful woman with a generous and caring personality. What is she gonna say, if it came to her hearing that her husband is spending so much time alone with another woman, in his quarters?

“Sir, it’s your wife” your eyes were round in shock and you looked mortified.

“I know who the queen is Y/n, please, go to the back room right now, she cannot find out what we are doing” In a split second, he was cold and seemed irritated again.

It’s always in times when you have to hurry that you become the most clumsy. When you got up, you hung a jar on the table and the ink poured all over the king’s diary and dress. A real disaster, if any. You had no choice but to go and hide in the back room because the door opened on the queen and you were not to be seen. What happened between the queen and the king, what they said to each other, you heard nothing at all.

This accident, so innocuous it seemed to the king, put you in a second state of mind. You suddenly remembered all the times when you awkwardly and despite your best efforts, made a mistake with Master Minho. Your punishment was always the same, always violent. Your primal instinct from the long years on the plantation came back immediately. Sweat poured down your forehead, your hands trembled and your face turned white. Alone in the back room, you were no longer at the palace. You were a slave, waiting for Master MinHo to punish you. For what seems like an eternity, you waited.

When the king called out your name, you didn't hear him, even less recognize his voice.

“Y/n? Where are you? Come back, she left already. She just informed me about…. What the hell are you doing?” he exclaimed as he entered the room.

You were completely naked, kneeling with your forehead on the floor and hands joined on your back in this awful position you were taken the first time he met you. Trembling with fear and cold, you were not able to stop crying.

“I’m sorry Master MinHo. I’m sorry for the mess I made on your clothes. I accept my punishment because I’m just a stupid slave, Master. No… Please, I beg you… Please… Can you please spare me this one time? Please I’m begging you, I can’t take it anymore… Please spare me just for once”

In your head, even though you knew that begging for MinHo’s forgiveness would just make it worse, you had no choice but to try. Normally you never tried to make him spare you, it only made him more angry and more violent. But today, you felt weak.

“Y/n… Y/n… it’s me…What the hell is going on? You are not in the plantation anymore…” His words didn’t reach you. You kept begging, flooding the floor with your tears. The sound of your teeth snapping together was breaking the silence when no one was talking.

He took off the coat covering his robe and placed it on you while thinking about how to make you come back to reality.

“Y/n, look at me” he begged, making sure not to touch you.

You lifted up your gaze but were unable to lock eyes with him, too far away in your awakened nightmare. He was shocked by the paleness of your face. Your lips were blue and your eyes empty. It seemed like life had left you and a ghost from the past was haunting you.

“I’m cold, I’m so cold” you whispered, your lips trembling and your teeth chattering. He had an idea.

“Y/n, wait, I’m coming back, hold on please, hold on!”

He went to the corridor, ordered the 4 servants stationed there to have a hot bath prepared with towels for his room, immediately and without the presence of his courtesans. He told them to prepare hot tea and some food as well.

“Cheon Ha, it’s unusual…”

“I said, right now. It’s an order” for the first time ever, he yelled at them.

He went back to the library and hid the documents you were working on. Even though he left for only 30 seconds, he feared the state you would be in when he returned. You were in the exact same position you were. He knelt in front of you and cupped your face gently. He made sure to close the coat in front of you to preserve your nudity.

“Y/n, look at me, please… you are with me, JiYong. I will never let anything happen to you. I won’t punish you either, it was an accident. You poured ink by accident”

At the word ‘punish’, you start shaking more if it is possible. Your chest grew tight as bile rose in your throat. You were so scared and cold.

“Y/n…” the voice that managed to reach you was far away, almost like through the thick mist of dawn. “Look at me”

You lift your eyes to meet his this time. In front of you was not your Master MinHo, but your king, the kind and thoughtful man that became your friend. When you realised what you just had done, you fainted.

[rayofsunas]

s/o who feels lonely because of their busy schedules — minho & jiyong

A/N: sorry for the short bulleted imagines. I've been having a brain fart lately. I also didn't proofread, so if there are mistakes that's why.

Pairings: Kwon Jiyong x Reader, Song Minho x Reader

Summary: the boys’ s/o feels lonely because of their busy schedules.

Warnings: feeling lonely/loneliness

Words: 346

KWON JIYONG/G-DRAGON

• he didn't find out you didn't like being home alone until a few years into your relationship

• you were really good at hiding it from him, and when he found out he was actually pretty calm

• though kind of bothered that you didn't trust to tell him what was going on

• would take you to the studio with him, and try to get you involved in his daily life more so you weren't alone

• for the hell of it, if he had a really cool music video, he'd probably put you in it just for the sake of you not being bored

• also I can see the two of you writing songs together and producing them if you had a job related to that/knew how to produce and write songs

• also seems like a rebel who would go on vacation without his management knowing

• probably would disappear for a few days with you, not telling anyone

MINO/SONG MINHO

• you often picked up extra hours just so you wouldn't have to be alone at home

• you even started overworking yourself, and when Mino found out, let's just say he wasn't very pleased

• he didn't like the fact that you overworked and picked up extra hours

• he didn't want you to have to do that

• so when you addressed him about it and realized how much it bothered you he made sure to spend more time with you

• he'd bring you on tour with him, and would ask his company/managers if he could have a few days off

• if they said no, I feel like he'd be the rebellious type and would probably take a day off anyway

• when you go on vacation I can see the two of you taking pictures of each other or your surroundings just for memories

[ace-angel-judas]

Three Hearts (Part 4)

Pairing: Kwon Ji Yong/ Reader, Kim Namjoon/Reader, Jackson Wang/Reader

Part 1, Part 2 Part 3

Synopsis: You were a normal college drop out, 22 years old and living at home with your parents in a world were different families have different abilities.You always thought your family was apart of the 5% of the population that didn’t have a abilities, that was until the night your family was murdered by a close family friend and you wake up in the hospital with a voice in your head and new abilities.

Tags: Mafia!Au, Hybrid!Jackson Wang, Power!Au, Alternative!Au

I wrote this ages ago and decided to post it here, it’s originally posted here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14394633/chapters/33240786

There will be three, possibly four available endings.

Mentions: 

@trashofthelowestkind

You had been walking for what felt like miles, your feet were sore and blistered from the rough pavement below your feet and it was heating up despite the rain storm from last night. You got lots of sneers and looks of disappointment as Jiyong lead you through what appeared to be a high-class area in the city, they shop were filled with clothes that cost more then all the money you had in your entire life.

You weren’t paying attention, your mind kept wondering back to JB’s name for Jiyong. It sounded familiar, but you couldn’t quiet catch why it seemed familiar, Jiyong had barely told you anything about yourself other then the fact in which he was some ominous being with a great amount of power. Nothing about him seemed too out of the odd, when he didn’t use his powers he appeared completely normal. He had some tattoos but other then that, he looked like any other person.

From what you learned in school, summoners and sealers like yourself made connections with beings from a higher plain and either locked them away due to their dangerous ways or used them as a weapon. Was Jiyong a dangerous being? From JB’s reaction, he seemed like someone to be feared.

Jiyong stopped in front of an expensive looking shop.

“Go inside,” Jiyong motioned.

“But,” You looked down at yourself, “I look horrible, they’ll kick me out,”

“Just do it,” Jiyong motioned, waving his hand.

Swallowing thickly, you pushed open the door and walked inside. It smelt clean and the carpet was soft compared to the harsh concrete side walk. The person working at the expensive looking cash register narrowed their eyes at you.

“Get out,” She snarled, “We don’t accept beggars,”

“I, um,” You swallowed thickly, looking at Jiyong.

“Show them our eyes,” Jiyong ushered.

“I don’t know how to do that,” You whispered.

“We don’t take pity on crazy people either,”

You watch as the man’s veins turned purple, he was some sort of bezerker type, you stumbled back until he suddenly stopped. You didn’t notice but your eyes had flashed green just like Jiyong’s, the cashier stopped and fell to his knees. You stayed in your place.

“Allow me to apologize,” He bowed deeply, “I was not aware,”

Jiyong snickered beside you, you softly touched the man’s shoulder and smiled at him gently. He seemed shocked at your actions and slowly stood up.

“Please don’t bow,” You whispered nervously.

“Don’t bow?” Jiyong growled, “He’s below you- “

You drowned out Jiyong’s rambles as the cashier quickly made and call, you were given new clothes and cleaned up as well as a full meal. The taste of food made you thank every god who was listening, you scoffed down the rice and curry to the cashier’s amazement while Jiyong smirked alongside you.

“Hungry much?” Jiyong snickered.

“I haven’t eaten in three days,” You whispered.

The cashier gave you look, you forgot that no one could see Jiyong except for yourself, you probably looked crazy.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” The cashier spoke, “But what are you- “

“That’s not in your jurisdiction,”

You were startled by the voice of authority that came as the store door opened, there was some what tall man standing they’re in a nice dark blue suit with his black hair styled. You swallowed the last of your food as the man approached you, the cashier kept his head down and walked out the back of the store.

“Seung-hyun,” Jiyong grinned, “He’s safe, don’t worry,”

You glanced at Jiyong, it was obvious you were worried.

“What’s the name?” Seung-hyun asked you.

“You mean, Jiyong?” You asked softly.

“So, it is,” Seung-hyun nodded, “How did this happen?”

“Um,” You fiddled with your fingers, “I’m not sure, you just appeared and then I woke up with a voice in my head,”

“Is he visible right now?” He asked.

“He’s sitting right next to me if that’s what you mean,” You sighed, “No one else can see him,”

Seung-hyun nodded, “Alright, let’s go, you can call me- “

“Seung-hyun,” You spoke first, “He said your name was Seung-hyun,”

He leaned his head back slightly before nodding, “Yes, but please call me TOP,”

You nodded before following TOP out of the store to an expensive looking Lamborghini, Jiyong clenched his fists beside you and you’re surprised when a spark of green aura erupts from your hand and cracks the ground near your feet. You jump back while TOP chuckled,

“You’re obviously new to this,” TOP chuckled, “He’s definitely in there,”

“Fucker took my car,” Jiyong snapped.

“I think he’s angry you took his car,” You look at your hand.

“Then he shouldn’t mind you driving,” TOP stated as he dropped the keys into your hand.

You make a sound out of surprise, you had never driven a car before, it was a luxury given to people with higher abilities to learn to drive and own a car. Jiyong crossed his arms when you look at him.

“Jiyong,” You whispered, “I can’t drive,”

“Then I will,”

Suddenly, it was like you had been pushed out of your own body and you were watching as you got into the driver’s seat of the car. You appeared in the backseat, TOP in the passenger’s seat and your body was in the driver’s seat. You watched as yourself turned and looked at you, you looked the same except for your eyes which are glowing green slits.

“Jiyong...,” Your eyes went wide.

“Don’t worry,” He grinned, “You’ll be back in your body soon,”

[seawitch62]

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Timemaster - Seungsik x Reader

VIXX

Replacement - Leo x OC - Yandere

Wanna One 

Sneakers - Sungwoon x reader - fluff

The Changeling - Kang Daniel x reader 

2PM

Worst Date Scenario - Jay Park x OC

The Collector - Jay

Delusional Woods - Multiple (Wooyoung) - Suggestive

Stress Relief - Junho x reader - smut 

Fragrant Obsession - Jun.k x reader - yandere

Kdrama Actor

Mr. S - Lee Dong Wook x OC - Suggestive

The Marionettist.- Lee Dong Wook x reader - yandere

[dearlyjinie]

I’m sorry if y’all hate me after this, but I saw this picture of GD

And his nostrils remind me of Voldemort’s nostrils/wholes on his face and I can’t stop laughing😂

[exhoe-imagines]

Flirty Fangs

Halloween Prompt 🎃 - "What the-? Are those fangs?"

A/N: Halloween Drabble requests are open all October! To see the prompt list, check here (x)

Word Count: 475

Warnings: None

You looked once more into the mirror, making sure your costume was perfect. The pirate costume you wore was the perfect outfit to make sure everyone at the party knew what you were, but subtle enough that you wouldn’t stand out much in the crowd.

Jiyong had invited you to a Halloween party one of his friends was holding, and although you would have gone without a costume, your boyfriend insisted. He wanted to be the ‘cutest couple there’ and had been planning his outfit for weeks. Jiyong had also been hiding his costume from you and insisted that it be a surprise until the night of.

Which was tonight.

“Jiyong! We need to leave in a couple of minutes, are you almost ready?” you yelled from the bathroom.

“Yeah, yeah, one sec.” You heard a bit of shuffling around from the bedroom before Jiyong walked into the bathroom. Turning to look at him, you raised an eyebrow at his questionable outfit. A black and red cape hung from his neck while the rest of his clothing was all black. He had also put on a considerable amount of white powder on his face.

“Could you not think of anything more creative?” you laughed at his very obvious vampire costume.

Jiyong just grinned in response, and your eyes widened when you caught a glance at his teeth.

"What the-? Are those fangs?" Your hand immediately rose to touch the plastic that stuck in his mouth, but Jiyong swatted your hand away playfully.

“Ah ah ah, no touching Y/N ~” Jiyong teased.

You rolled your eyes but dropped your hands anyway.  You had to admit, even though his costume was a bit cliché, he made it look good.

“You know babe,” Jiyong let his eyes look over you, “there’s something wrong with my teeth.” Your eyebrows furrowed in question, but Jiyong continued.

“They keep thinking about your neck.”

With that, you sent Jiyong a glare and pushed past him, heading to the front door.

“I hope you realize you’re sleeping on the couch tonight,” you deadpanned, ignoring the whines of protest from the vampire behind you.

“Y/N, I can’t help it,” Jiyong gave you his best puppy dog eyes. “You drive me batty.”

You let out a groan at the horrible pun, but Jiyong was laughing too hard to notice your suffering. His laughter continued for a few more moments before he composed himself.

You somehow made it to the party without any more jokes, but the minute you entered the venue, Jiyong had started back up. The other party-goers questioned him on his horrible puns, but he just shrugged them off. Although you acted like you didn’t like them, Jiyong saw the faint grin on your face every time he made a joke, and as long as you were laughing, that’s all that mattered.

[itstheoneshot]

Work From Home

Request

Summary: Covid changed a lot of things, the dynamic of your marriage being one of them.

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: G Dragon x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral, Daddy Kink.

Life had been relatively easy for you, pre-covid, before the era of working from home came upon the world. As an artist, you would spend your days at your studio, coming home in the evening with splattered paint on your shoes, just in time for your husband to finish work. He is the CEO of a successful entertainment company and his hours were long too, but he would make sure to be home on time almost every day, unless something major came up. You would make dinner together, and spend the evening relaxing before repeating the process the next day.

Now, under covid restrictions, you no longer have art shows to prepare for, and instead you focused more on commission work. You had altered one of the unused bedrooms into a home studio, and spent your days in there.

Jiyong worked from home too, setting his desk up for meetings in his office down the hallway from where you would paint. He was busier now than he had ever been, it is so much harder to run a company when you are not in the same building as everyone else.

At first it had been nice, spending lunch breaks with Jiyong and being able to drag him away from his computer when you thought he had been working too hard, it was great. Though this didn’t last, and after a while, it got harder and harder to be in each other’s presence all of the time. You bickered, a lot more than you ever had, always irritated by the littlest of things, though some things annoyed you more than most.

———

“Yeobo!”

You roll your eyes as you open the door to leave your makeshift studio, being careful as you tread down the hallway. Your hands have paint on them, and you don’t want to make a mess, knowing that you would have to clean it up. It doesn’t take you long to reach the door to your husband’s office, it is already open, so you step inside.

“Yes?” You ask, trying to keep your tone level, trying not to think about the painting you were working on, “You called for me?”

Jiyong turns to face you in his desk chair, he is wearing his usual work from home attire, one of his nice pressed button-up shirts, and gray sweatpants, as his lower half is never seen on the camera in his meetings. It frustrated you that he still looks good, even in mismatched fashion, but with his handsome features you aren’t all that surprised.

“Can you get me a drink?” He asks, “My next meeting is in a minute, I don’t have time.”

There it is.

This shit again.

He is so fucking lazy. He expects so much of you. It’s not like you have your own career to focus on.

How hard is it to just get up from his desk chair and walk down the hall to the kitchen?

You are livid, and your expression doesn’t hide it either. You swear that you can feel steam coming from your ears. You are so fucking sick of the way that he treats you like his own personal servant, with complete disregard to your own life and your own well-being.

“What do I look like to you?” You ask him with gritted teeth, trying your hardest not to scoff as he stares at you in confusion.

“My wife?” He asks incredulously, “What’s your problem?”

Of course this is going to end up in an argument, it always does. You are so tired of fighting him, but it is just never-ending at this point. You feel like you are going to cry, out of frustration at the way he has been treating you, out of exhaustion from how little care and love you have felt from him, and out of sadness as you fear that your marriage is falling apart.

“I’m not here to wait on you hand and foot, Ji,” You reply, “Get your own fucking glass of water.”

You never swear at him, at least never in contempt, and you can see that he is taken aback. He narrows his gaze in on you, tilting his head to the side just slightly as he tries to figure you out. You feel exposed under his gaze and it feels like forever since he even really looked at you with anything other than a neutral or uninterested expression.

“You’ve never complained before,” He responds, “What’s the issue now?”

His tone is more confused than it is mad, and it throws you off a little, but the way that he looks at you expectantly is enough to keep your own anger levels high. You try to compose yourself, and you try to find the words to express how you feel without getting hysterical.

“You’re supposed to want more from me than this,” You tell him, “I’m nothing to you but someone to run your errands, do your fucking chores, and you don’t even thank me when I actually do them.”

Jiyong stares at you, his expression blank, like he knows that you have more to say. You don’t want to explode, and you don’t want to say something that you will regret.

“You take no interest in me anymore,” You continue, before the next words come out of your mouth, “You don’t even fuck me.”

Jiyong smirks just a little, before you even fully register what it is that you said, before you have a chance to try and take the words back, as if you even could.

“Is that what you want?” He asks, his tone calm and collected, “You want me to fuck you?”

You shake your head, no, you don’t want that, why would you want that? He has done nothing to warrant it, you are mad at him, but you said it… and now you don’t know whether the hair raised on the back of your neck is from pure anger, or as a result of something else.

“No, Ji,” You reply, your words shaky, unsure as you watch him stand up from his chair, “I don’t.”

Jiyong walks over to you, each step closer and you feel yourself crumbling, your feet not allowing you to move back quick enough, he is by your side in no time and there is no escape.

“You want a reward for being so good to me?” He continues to accuse you, “You think you deserve that, right?”

You stare at him, unable to form words as he backs you into a corner, your mind racing at a million miles an hour as you begin to fall apart.

“You’ve gone quiet,” He murmurs, “Don’t go all shy on me now, baby.”

Your lip trembles as Jiyong lifts his hand to your cheek, the pet name making your mind race, and it feels like fireworks as the pads of his fingers touch your skin. You try not to flinch, because you know that he isn’t going to hurt you, but this is different, you are out of your depth, dizzy and lost.

This doesn’t change anything, you are trying to convince yourself of that, you are still mad, still upset, but he still stares at you, and keeps your eyes trained on him, in a trance as your head begins to fog over.

“You need me,” He chuckles, “Don’t you, baby? It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”

You want to roll your eyes, you want to deny him, you want to be strong and keep fighting and make him feel bad for making you upset… but he is right… and you can’t say no anymore.

“Yes, Daddy,” You nod, eyes widening with feigned innocence, “Far too long.”

With your consent now vocalised, you submit easily, as Jiyong steps even closer to you and you crumble. His fingers comb through your hair as he pulls you in to kiss him, and the way that his lips feel against yours has you close to tears, whining into his mouth as your painted hands grip at the lapels of his blazer.

You don’t care where he takes you, only caring that it happens as soon as possible, though you have a feeling that your husband will not give in as easily as you did. You know him well, anticipating the gentle nibble of his teeth on your bottom lip as your kisses get more heated.

“Ji,” You whimper, tugging impatiently at his jacket to slide it over his shoulders, “I need you.”

He chuckles into the kiss, and the feeling of his breath on your lips has heat surging between your thighs… you had no idea just how badly you wanted him until now, and you truly cannot remember the last time that you had even looked at him in this way.

“I think you need to work for it,” He murmurs, “I’m sure you can prove yourself to me.”

You resist the urge to groan, too far gone, needy and desperate for him. You know your skills are more than enough to satisfy him, and in your current headspace, you are willing to do anything to get what you want.

“Tell me what to do,” You whisper, “You know that I’m good for you.”

Jiyong smirks once again, his grip loosening on your waist before he moves his hands to your shoulders. He applies pressure, and you let your knees buckle, dropping down onto them easily, your hands stopping at the elastic waistband of his sweatpants.

“I want you to put your mouth to good use,” He replies, “It’s been so long I’ve almost forgotten how good you are.”

You hook your fingers under, easily working the clothing down his legs as you lean in to kiss his bare thighs. He moves his hands to tangle in your hair as you make your way up to where his cock is growing harder by the second, still sheathed away in his underwear, though you know that it will not be long until you free him.

Jiyong hums with impatience as you kiss over his cock, and he stares you down as you bite at the waistband of his briefs, working to undress him as you maintain eye contact.

“Daddy,” You start, “Do you want to sit down? I’m sure it’ll be more comfortable for you.”

Your husband nods approvingly, “So thoughtful, baby...” as he reaches down to take your hands and pull you up onto your feet.

He kisses you again as he steps backwards across the room, your nimble fingers unbuttoning his shirt as you follow him eagerly. He allows the clothing to fall to the floor just before he reaches his desk chair, spinning it around so that he can sit in it.

You drop down onto your knees again a little quicker than before, and you wince as you hit the floor, though you steady yourself with your hands on Jiyong’s thighs, moving closer to him as you spread his legs apart.

Before you even get a chance to start at your own pace, Jiyong’s hands tangle in your hair, and he guides you to exactly where he needs you the most. You are obedient, as you have been taught to be, opening your mouth to take him in, swirling your tongue over the tip before Jiyong thrusts into your mouth, forcing you to take his cock as deep as you are able to.

Your eyes water when his cock hits the back of your throat, but his praises and moans keep you motivated to continue. He fucks into your mouth hard and fast, your head is spinning from the decrease in oxygen, and all that you can focus on is the sound of your own name as it leaves your husband’s lips.

You are unprepared as Jiyong pulls you off his cock, scrambling to your feet as he tugs you upwards. His eyes are darker than before, his heaving chest an indication that he was close but had to stop himself. He is not nearly done, and you are so ready for more.

As you are regaining balance, Jiyong releases your hair, working quickly to pull your paint-splattered t-shirt up over your head and throwing it aside. You have barely unclasped your bra before Jiyong grabs you by the waist and turns you away from him, facing the desk and he guides you to bend over it.

He is rough in the way that he holds you down by the back of your neck, the other hand tearing your sweats down, taking your underwear off with them. You cry out in shock as he grabs your ass, but the pain is good, so fucking good.

“Need you, Daddy,” You repeat your earlier sentiment, “Come on… please don’t tease.”

Jiyong’s hand slips between your spread legs, easily finding your entrance to breach it with two fingers. You are dripping already, having gotten so worked up as you gave him head just before, and the moan that leaves your mouth is nothing less than pitiful.

“More, Daddy…” You beg him, “Please, fuck me, please…”

You know that you look and sound pathetic, but it works, and it is exactly what your husband wanted to hear. Your neck is strained as you try to turn your head to face him, watching as he lines his cock up to enter where he had just pulled his fingers from.

“Deep breaths,” He orders, and you brace yourself for the stretch, still not used to it after all these years, “Good girl, just like that.”

You arch your back, giving him better access to you, perched up on the tips of your toes though with each thrust your feet leave the ground. You can’t control the sounds you make, each whine and moan either louder than the last, or completely breathless and silent.

“Such a good whore for Daddy,” Jiyong praises you, leaning over your body to kiss the back of your neck, “You love it when I treat you like the slut that you are, don’t you?”

You know the answer that he wants, the question more rhetorical than a choice, but your answer would be the same either way.

“Yes, Daddy,” You cry out, “Fuck, oh fuck yes… right there!”

You are certain that your hips will bruise as they hit the wooden desk with every movement, but the pain only adds to the pleasure, and knowing how much Jiyong loves it makes it easier too. You are close, you are sure of it, thighs shaking involuntarily as you try to hold still, not wanting to finish before he tells you to, silently praying that he will be done soon, you aren’t sure you can stop it much longer.

Before you get a chance to ask him, in swift movements Jiyong pulls out, turns you and then lifts you up onto the desk. You instinctively wrap your legs around his hips as he re-enters you, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself as his kisses are just as charged as his thrusts.

“Please,” You whimper into his mouth, “Daddy… I’m gonna cum… please…”

Jiyong doesn’t slow down, maintaining pace as he feels you begin to lose it. You can’t see straight, dazed and confused, though when you see him nod his approval, you finally fall apart. Crying his name like a mantra, your arms are limp but you still attempt to hold him close, barely making it through your high as you feel him reach his own.

You feel the warmth inside you as he releases, his own movements staggering through the last few thrusts, slowing down to a stop when there is nothing left for him to give. Time stands still as the two of you try to catch your breath, heartbeats in sync as you come back to reality.

“Fuck, I needed that,” He breathes, slowly pulling out of you, “I love you.”

It is probably a mix of the high you are on, and his words, but your emotions run wild and you feel like crying. You ignore the sensation between your thighs as his cum begins to drip out of you, pooling between your legs and you look up at him instead.

“I needed that too,” You agree, as he leans forward to kiss you again, your voice is barely a whisper though he hears you loud and clear, “I love you, Jiyong.”

[noonachronicles]

Messes We Made Pt. 1

Choi Seunghyun/ TOP X Reader & Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

Word Count: 20k

Warnings: language, smut, infidelity

Genre: Non-idol/AU. Sort of friends to lovers? Forbidden romance? lol I don't know.

A/N: 800 years ago I got an ask requesting this and now it's finally (the first part anyway) ready to be posted. I can not find the ask, but I think it was anonymous anyway. So if you asked for a y/n cheating on GD with TOP story like two years ago and you're still following me, this one's for you! Also I tried do do something different than I'm used to and as a consequence I'm not entirely confident and am worried everyone will hate this soooo... If anyone ends up liking it I'll keep going with the other parts, if not then, I guess we'll just have to wait and see!

Jiyong’s fingers were wrapped around your neck. Tight but not enough to worry you. The look in his eyes had been feral since you’d walked into his office, like tonight more than any other night he had something to prove. Earlier on he’d literally torn the strap off your dress trying to expose your breasts but you didn’t think you could be too mad about it considering he’d been the one that bought the thing in the first place.

When he pulled out of the lip lock he’d had you in your lips were sore and swollen. He lifted his other hand from where it had been tucked between your thighs and you groaned lightly, feeling the loss of him. You took a look at him. His dress shirt had been pulled open, courtesy of you, and there were red lipstick splotches all over his chest. Also courtesy of you. You knew if you looked down at your own chest, the tops of your breasts would be peppered with splotches as well, from when he’d marked you with his mouth.

“Be a good girl and bend over the desk for me.” He whispered against your skin.

Speechless and nearly breathless you turned around and laid your bare chest down against the cool mahogany. You closed your eyes as you felt his fingers move up the backs of your legs, dragging the skirt of your dress up your hips along with them. He hooked onto the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs. As they dropped to your ankles you shivered at the feel of his teeth scraping against the skin of your ass.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He said as he stood up, and your face burned with a blush at his words.

And then, in a breath, he was buried inside of you and your hands gripped the edge of the desk to hold on for the ride. He’d assured you several times that there wasn’t anyone else left in the offices for the night and you hadn’t seen anyone else when you had walked through to his personal office earlier. Still you found yourself to be timid. Only allowing little moans of pleasure to escape through your lips despite the urge to be much more vocal, the way he knew you could be.

Jiyong was panting gruffly as his hips slammed into your ass. You could feel the wood of the desk digging into you but you didn’t complain. It felt good, he felt good. The sound of his cock moving inside of you grew wetter and sloppier with every thrust. All you could really do was stay where you were and let him take control which was perfectly okay with you. Your toes curled inside your high heels and you wanted to scream as he inched you closer to your climax.

“Come on, baby.” He urged, fingers digging into the skin of your hips. “Let go. Just give me what I want, let me hear you.”

“I can’t.” You gasped beneath him. “Not here.”

He stopped for a moment, removing himself from you, making you pout. Then he was lifting one of your legs up until it was resting on the desk and you were spread open for him.

“Yes, you can. I know you can. Please? I love it so much.” he begged, “I love knowing how good I make you feel. I love knowing how much you want me.”

Pushing yourself up on your elbows you looked back at him. Sweat glistened across his chest, his face covered in desperation. You took a breath, your head focusing on his hands moving gently over your skin. Looking away you peered through the glass windows that looked out to the rest of the office. It looked okay. It looked fine. Dark, motionless, empty.

Turning back to Jiyong you smirked, “Okay. Do your worst.”

With a pleased smile he leaned over you, his lips at your ear he said, “No, I’m gonna give you my best.”

You let out a little gasp as his teeth tugged at your earlobe and he plunged back into you. This time you gave him what he wanted. Unrestrained cries of absolute passion. Sounds tore from your throat that you’d only ever let out in the privacy of the bedroom. He’d been right, somehow just the sound of your own pleasure made it better. Made it feel hotter and dirtier.

“Fuck! Jiyong, I'm so close.” You whined, ready for your orgasm.

You bit your lip hard, feeling him wrap his fist in your hair, knowing what he’d do next. Your back arched backwards as he pulled your head up by your hair.

“Are you whining?” He muttered against your stretched out neck, nipping at your salty skin. You shook your head and he pulled your hair a little harder. “And now you’re lying.”

“Please?” You begged.

He kissed your rouged cheek, “Only because I like you.”

Still pulling you against his chest with one hand he dropped the other between your legs. His fingers quickly found your clit as he proceeded with his aggressive thrusting. You reached your arms back until your hands dug into his hair and you tugged. Another cry ripped through your body as you hit your orgasm. Leaning back against his chest fully you opened your eyes as he kept going to meet his own finish.

Lifting your heavy gaze from the hardwood floor you caught sight of something you hadn’t expected. A pair of glistening black leather dress shoes. You didn’t scream or panic or make a move to cover yourself up. Your apathy could have been caused by several different factors.

It could have been that you were too worn out or too caught up in your slowly relenting orgasm. Or maybe it was because you didn’t even have to look past the shoes to know exactly who it was and you’d wanted him to see you. It could be argued you didn’t make a move because this wouldn’t have even been the first time you’d imagined him watching you.

Legs spread open with your pussy on display. You should have felt ashamed. Your dress was tugged down to your waist, showing off your breasts. Your skin was covered in a layer of sweat leaving a nice sheen, a glow. You should have been mortified. If it was anyone else you would have been.

Still in a daze your eyes followed up from the shiny shoes to the black dress pants that covered his long, slender legs. Your teeth dug into your lip. For a moment, while you drank him in like a refreshingly tall glass of chardonnay, you forgot Jiyong was even there. The shirt under his black blazer was a dark teal and you couldn’t help yourself but to think how flattering the color was on him. Truthfully every color looked good on him.

When you finally caught up to his face he met your gaze. He looked unmoved by the sight of you. Unimpressed. Unconcerned. It wasn’t until that moment that you began to feel truly self conscious. For you to be half naked before him, chest still heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and for him to not react at all was a little ego shattering. You could feel Jiyong sputter to a finish and squirmed uncomfortably under his grip. He still had you by the hair.

Finally he let you go and you fell limp against the desk. When you pushed yourself up, Seunghyun was gone and you wondered if he had actually been there in the first place or if it was just your imagination again. With a sigh you stood up straight and tried to put your torn dress back on as best you could.

“Jiyong?” You said as you turned to look at him, and sat back against the desk. He raised his eyebrows in acknowledgment but kept his eyes on where he was fitting his belt back on. “Are you sure Seunghyun’s not here?”

“Baby, come on.” He sighed, finally looking up at you. “I told you a hundred times there’s no one else here. We’re fine. Seunghyun went home early today. He had a dinner he was going to.”

“Okay.” You said quietly, though still unconvinced it hadn’t really been him. When you imagined Seunghyun before it had never been during actual sex. It was only ever when you were alone. And he never looked at you the way he had tonight. It didn’t feel the same, it just didn’t sit right.

Jiyong leaned in and kissed your shoulder. The taste of your skin left him groaning and he kissed you again. “Are you hungry? Let’s get some dinner, I’m famished.”

You grabbed the dangling strap of your dress and whipped his arm with it playfully. “My dress is ruined, remember? I can’t go out like this.”

Gnawing gently on his bottom lip he took a look at you for a long moment and then the light turned on above his head. Jiyong reached beside you, pulling open a desk drawer and pulling out a pair of heavy silver scissors. You watched as he cut the torn strap from your dress completely and then he cut off the other strap as well so both sides matched before tossing the scissors and fabric onto the desk with a clunk.

“Beautiful. Let’s go.” He gripped your hand in his and tugged you from his office.

It wasn’t until you were standing in the elevator, waiting for the door to close that you noticed the obvious light coming from under Seunghyun’s office door. A light that definitely hadn’t been there earlier.

-

You and Jiyong had been together for about ten months. It felt like it had been barely any time at all and like it had been forever all at the same time. Forever because you’d never had a relationship last so long without it getting dull or toxic and having to bail. And it felt like no time at all when you compared it to all of your friends that had been getting married to partners they’d been with for years.

Things were good though. They were great even. You really loved being with Jiyong. You really loved Jiyong. He was funny and so caring. He’d do anything for you and had proven it many times already. There was just that one thing that always felt like it was in the way of perfection. The achilles heel of your relationship, one he didn’t even know about. The urge deep in your gut that drove you crazy. A desire to be with Seunghyun when you saw him. Every. Single. Time. You didn’t even fully understand where it came from which made it a difficult feeling to get rid of.

Though you’d met Jiyong the same day you'd met Seunghyun, technically you’d met Seunghyun first. You were a journalist for a top tier, finance centric, business magazine. It was not your dream. You couldn’t imagine that writing about business trends was anyone’s dream job but it was work. It was work that paid well and gave you opportunities you wouldn’t have gotten anywhere else. Mostly your job was to do interviews with the incredibly wealthy. You were to make them seem relatable and like their lives were attainable. That way people who had no chance of ever living the same experience would eat up the rest of the magazine content like a guidebook. Buy things they didn’t need, invest in things that would never actually pay off.

That day, when you’d met the guys, it was for work. You were there to meet with the co- CEO’s of what was still considered a startup company at only four years old. Albeit an incredibly successful startup company that was only growing in popularity among the finance community and young entrepreneurs.

Despite having been at your job for several years you still got nervous before an interview. These were incredibly wealthy people you were meeting with. People that had their hands in many different pots. People it would only benefit you to impress and to harbor relationships with. Despite your nerves or perhaps because of them you’d yet to truly embarrass yourself in front of anyone. You did your research beforehand. On both professional and personal levels you learned these people to the best of your ability.

Even still, prepared or not, before every interview you had a routine. You would go to the building early and sit in your car or go inside and find a restroom to hide in and hype yourself up. You’d remind yourself what a rockstar you were. You’d remind yourself that you had it, you were prepared, and everything was going to be great. Then you’d freshen up your lipstick, head out, and nail your interview.

The only problem this time was that when you strolled out of the bathroom, shoulders back and chin held high with absolute confidence, it was head first into Choi Seunghyun. Your interviewee, one of them anyway. You had slammed directly into his chest going full force. Both of you had stepped back from the impact to try and catch your footing. It wouldn’t have even been that bad if his assistant hadn’t been following behind him with a full cup of coffee. Your eyes blew wide open and you audibly gasped at the sound of the splashing liquid at his feet. His entire back and his assistant were drenched in a Colombian dark roast with three sugars. His eyes closed as he took a patient breath.

“I’m so sorry.” You trembled, all of your previous confidence destroyed.

When he looked at you, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen anyone so annoyed and angry in your entire life. His eyes pierced through you like daggers. His mouth was a tight, thin line across his face. His eyebrows were fierce and their sharp angle perfectly reflected his feelings towards you in that moment. It was then that all those facts you’d learned about him came flooding back into your mind.

Choi Seunghyun, to those he knew and who knew him well, was a great man. Friendly and funny. He was a jokester. He was caring. Charitable and thoughtful. To those who knew him well. And at that point, you did not. To those he didn’t know and did not know him he was honestly terrifying.

He didn’t like to be near strangers or touched by them. By many accounts he seemed to be so severe about it that there was a rumor he was a germaphobe. He gave off the impression that he was cold and hard. A face and disposition likened to granite. Rarely a smile to be seen outside of photos from personal events. Though he was fairly average in height, people always noted that he seemed to tower over you no matter how tall you were in comparison. Personally he intimidated you like you’d never been intimidated before. And in the same breath you’d never been so attracted to someone so instantly. You wanted to run but you also wished he would kiss you. Touch you. Acknowledge you.

He said absolutely nothing to you in return. He only turned on his heel and went into the men’s room. Followed quickly by his assistant who was buzzing around him like a panicked bee. When you saw him again later, you were sitting in the waiting area at the front of the office. He’d changed into a new, dry, suit and as he passed by you he glared at you in such a way that your stomach turned.

You hadn’t even been escorted to the meeting room yet and you already felt like the interview was tanked. You didn’t know how things could possibly improve. There was no way you could walk out of this interview feeling good about yourself. You were fully prepared for it to be painfully awkward, uncomfortable, and unsuccessful.

Then, like an absolute blessing, in walked Kwon Jiyong. A ray of hope in what was sure to have been an otherwise miserable experience. He’d come out to greet you personally. Apologizing for making you wait and explaining he’d been stuck on a teleconference call. He could have said anything to you in that moment and it wouldn’t have mattered. You’d been so mesmerized by the way he smiled at you. You’d never even met the man and yet he smiled at you like he’d been looking forward to seeing you all day. You were blushing almost immediately.

He was exactly as charming and charismatic as everyone said he was. A completely opposite persona than Seunghyun. Whether he knew them or had never met them in his life, people talked about what a pleasure it was to be in Jiyong’s presence. During your recon of the young CEOs you’d read so many stories about what a great guy Jiyong was that you’d become certain it was a lie. An over exaggeration. He was paying people to speak so kindly about him. There was no way, he couldn’t possibly be the treasure everyone made him out to be, but he was.

He saved your interview that day. He eased you out of your discomfort so well in such a short time that when Seunghyun joined the two of you in the conference room you felt fine. You weren’t tense or anxious at all. In fact you were perfect, a total rockstar, and you nailed it. You nailed it so hard that much to your surprise before you left as he walked you to the elevator, Jiyong asked, with a bold confidence that only he could pull off, if he could see you again.

Regardless of how things turned out that day. Regardless of how good Jiyong was to you and had been to you since that very first day, you couldn’t shake it. You couldn’t rid yourself of the twisting feeling low in your belly that occurred every time you saw Seunghyun. You were better with it now, you had control of it. It didn’t bother you as much or leave you twisting in your seat in discomfort whenever he was around. But it was there. The urge to kiss him and touch him and be with him.

“You don’t have a thicker jacket?” Jiyong asked, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s gonna be cold, much colder than it is here.”

“No, mother.” You laughed, “This one will be just fine.”

He hummed, pressing his lips to yours, “Oh! You brought an extra charger cord?”

“Yes.” You groaned, fingers gripping his little hips. “It’s in my bag.”

“Because you have a real knack for breaking phone chargers when you go out of town.”

“Jiyong!”

“I know! I know.” He whined, “I just…I wish it was me taking you. I’m sorry it couldn’t be.”

“It’s okay. I know you’re a very busy, very important person.” You smirked, giving his pouty lips a kiss. “Though I do wish it was you too.”

“That’s totally fine, no offense taken.” Seunghyun sighed, leaning against the hood of the car. “I’m just standing right here. Bunch of ungrateful…”

“Thank you, Tabi!” Jiyong smiled over at his friend, “If it can’t be me, I’m grateful it’s you. At least I know she’s in good hands.”

“Oh my god! You make it sound like I’m headed off to war.” You growled, “Seunghyun, tell him we have to go. Tell him it’s only a couple hours. I keep trying but he won’t listen.”

“Ji,” he laughed, “This will be quick and painless. I’ll have your precious cargo back before your head hits the pillow tonight.”

With a final sigh Jiyong pulled you into a tight embrace. “I love you. And I’m gonna miss you. And you’re going to be amazing. My beautiful rockstar.”

“I love you too.” You nuzzled into the comfort of him. “We’ll be back tonight. I’ll probably be home before you get back from your dinner. You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“That’s not true, I notice” he pulled away reluctantly and opened the car door for you, “but, go. Be safe.”

-

It had already been a couple months since the incident at the office and much like your apparently insatiable desire for Seunghyun you had shoved the memory somewhere deep and mostly forgotten inside of you. It was necessary if you were going to stay sane. The two of you saw too much of each other. You’d become too close to let fruitless urges get in the way of one of your most important friendships.

Seunghyun hadn’t said a word about it to you, despite having countless opportunities, and neither did you. You also didn’t mention it to Jiyong. You hadn’t actually said a word about that night to anyone. So everything just stayed exactly as it was before. Jiyong was your doting boyfriend and Seunghyun was your good friend.

And that was true, he was very much your friend. Spending time with Jiyong often meant spending time with Seunghyun because they were always together. They’d been best friends before starting the company and they were determined to keep it that way. So while a lot of the time the three of you spent together was centered around business, a lot more of it was just the two of them being idiots together.

From not knowing him at all, and ruining his thousand dollar suit, you became one of those lucky people that he knew and who knew him well. In fact you’d become quick, close friends. Which was why, when you needed to take a trip to the mountains for an interview and Jiyong was busy hosting a possible new business associate, Seunghyun offered to drive you in place of him. You could have gone on your own, you were perfectly capable but your boys wouldn’t hear it. So that Friday morning, under a clear blue sky, you were headed up north.

“You know you’ve met him, right?” Seunghyun asked, side eyeing you as you frantically flipped through the papers on your lap.

“Huh?”

“Kihyun, you already met him. You don’t have to be so anxious, it’s gonna be fine.”

Looking up and out at the road ahead you realized you were well out of the city limits and must have been for sometime. Which meant you were also a terrible driving partner if he’d driven that far with you barely saying a word. You’d just been so focused on learning everything you could about the man you were about to interview. For a moment you tried to remember if you had actually met him and then shook your head.

“I don’t think I have.” You looked over at Seunghyun who only raised his eyebrows from under his sunglasses, a smug little smile on his face. “I have?”

“He was at the launch party we had over the summer. The rooftop pool party one. Not the prohibition themed night club one.”

You tried to think back. Jiyong had brought you to a hundred events during the summer, it felt like. The two of you were just announcing your relationship officially, and he wanted you by his side constantly to show you off. Rooftop pool party launch…That would have been the time Seunghyun wore a pair of board shorts. At that point you’d still rarely seen him outside of work events which meant never seeing him out of dress pants and you’d almost gone completely feral seeing him look even slightly more casual than normal. If you’d met Kihyun that day you were fairly certain you wouldn’t have been paying attention.

“You’re probably right, but I don’t remember.” You shrugged.

“How could you have forgotten?” Seunghyun laughed, “He threw the ice sculpture of a dolphin in the pool and tried to ride it before it melted. He had frostbite on his thighs.”

“Oh. OH!” You chuckled as the memory came back. “Yes, okay. You’re right. I met him. Rich people…you guys are so weird.”

“Excuse me? ‘You guys’?” He tried his best to sound offended. “I’m normal, okay! I would never do anything like that.”

“Two words, Choi.” You scoffed, “Barcelona. Weekend.”

He was quiet for a second and then laughed, “That's fair. In my defense though we were already three vineyards in and I was pretty buzzed.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, “Pretty buzzed? You were absolutely hammered. You were so far gone by vineyard number two that you bought number three on sight.”

“Anyway! If I’m remembering correctly it was your boyfriend who initially crashed that wedding! I was just following along as support. Someone has to have that guy’s back and it seems it’s my burden.”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed, looking back down at your file, wanting to absorb a few more useful details. “This is a really nice house, but I could never live that far from the city.”

“Oh, Kihyun doesn’t live there full time. It’s more like a weekend cabin. He has a gorgeous penthouse downtown.”

“A weekend cabin?” You asked, staring back down at the picture, “There’s a helipad.”

“Yeah, in case he doesn’t feel like taking the drive. It’s smart.”

“Rich people.” You muttered.

Flipping the folder closed and tucking it into your bag you finally leaned back in your seat. Seunghyun hit the button on the steering wheel that turned up the radio and the two of you enjoyed the rest of the scenic drive up the mountain together.

-

Kihyun was just as eccentric as you could have imagined. You were glad to have Seunghyun there with you as a buffer because at several points he’d just become too much. His home was insane. Gorgeous, yes, but insane. For the interview he walked the two of you around on a tour as you asked him about his newest investments and his most recent business venture, an app called Pigeon that used drones for a delivery service.

You tried to remain on point and professional, even as he showed you the bowling alley, movie theater, and both the indoor and outdoor pools. There were horse stables, a golf course, and a racetrack with several cars on hand for racing. At each new turn you shared a look with Seunghyun who continuously bit his lip to keep from laughing at your complete disbelief. Halfway through the interview you all had a lovely lunch prepared by Kihyun’s professional, personal chef. It was an experience to say the least and you had enough content to write about to last you an entire spread and then some.

When you and Seunghyun finally got back into the car the sky had gone pretty dark with clouds and it was beginning to rain. You felt nerves of anxiety building in your stomach but Seunghyun assured you that he could still make it home in no time. Unfortunately, he’d been wrong. Only an hour into the four hour drive home it had become so dark and the rain so heavy that he had to pull the car over on the side of the road for fear of crashing from low visibility.

As you waited for a break in the storm to keep going you made a quick call to an incredibly concerned Jiyong. He said he’d heard about the incoming storm on the news. He told you it was expected to last for several more hours and would continue to be just as unrelenting. There was a moment when the rain was coming down hard but at least not in sheets and Seunghyun pulled back onto the road. After several promises to call him back as soon as you knew what your plan was, and reminders to him that he was supposed to be having drinks with potential business partners, Jiyong let you off the phone.

It wasn’t much longer until the rain picked up and became too heavy once more. Luckily Seunghyun had found a place to stop, hopefully for the night, before the hail started. It was hard to decipher exactly what you’d pulled into. Some sort of tiny town. There was a building that looked like a hotel, several dark, small private looking homes lined the property, and there was even a brightly lit store. As you walked past it to get to the hotel you peeked inside to see what looked like half a grocery store and half a souvenir shop.

By the time you’d walked from the parking lot to the hotel lobby, both of you were completely drenched from the rain. You shivered in your cold, wet outfit as you followed Seunghyun up to the desk. You hoped and prayed that they’d have some place for you to stay the night.

“Welcome to Valley Village Inn and Resort!” The woman at the desk smiled cheerfully. “How can I help you this evening?”

“Well we were hoping you might have a couple of rooms available.”

“Oooh.” the look on her face was already apologetic, “No reservation, huh?”

“No, we thought we’d make it back to the city by tonight but got a little held up.” He explained, gesturing outside, “The storm is just too much for us to try and get any further.”

“Hmm, I know for sure we don’t have two rooms but let me see what I can find.”

Seunghyun looked over his shoulder at you and gave a hopeful smile. You sighed, not feeling too lucky. He lifted his hand and brushed his thumb over your cheek.

“We’re gonna be okay.” He mouthed.

“We might be in luck.” the woman said brightly after a couple minutes, “We did have one cancellation due to the storm. It’s not a room, it would be one of our cabin suites which does run a little pricier, unfortunately. It’s a one bedroom with a kitchenette, living room, and a hot tub on the balcony that overlooks the valley. It will be just absolutely beautiful in the morning with the clear skies and nice cup of coffee or tea. So romantic”.

“Is there a couch in the living room?” Seunghyun asked, ignoring her comment about it being romantic. “Is it a pullout?”

“No but the bed is a king so it should fit you both just…oh.” She said with realization. “You’re not a couple, are you?”

“No.”

“Well, I could always see if we have anyone available that could bring you a cot to the room?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Seunghyun shook his head, figuring if someone had to drag a cot to the cabin it would be too soaked through to use anyway. You could tell he was getting uncomfortable and frustrated. He didn’t want to take it out on her though, it wasn’t her fault. “We can figure it out. We’ll take the room.”

You sighed when he dropped his credit card on the desk, “I’ll pay you back.”

He looked over at you with a scowl, “Don’t insult me.”

“Fine. But I’m going to buy you one of those wine glasses from the convenience store we passed.” You joked.

“Oh, yes!” The concierge said suddenly as she stapled several papers together before handing them over to Seunghyun with his card. “Please stop in our Village Shop before heading to your room. The kitchen was closed about an hour ago so we don’t have room service currently, but if you’re hungry there is food in the shop. They have different snacks and some gourmet coffee for the morning. And some great souvenirs! The postcards are my absolute favorite.”

“Well.” Seunghyun grinned and threw his arm over your shoulder, “I just have to see these postcards.”

You thanked the concierge for her help and the two of you made your way back out into the rain. When you reached the convenience store both of you quickly realized how hungry you were and how reckless it was to shop on an empty stomach. You spent an absurd amount of money on silly gifts that you didn’t really need and food you were unlikely to eat in the short amount of time you intended on being there. When you were both done buying out half of the shop, Seunghyun drove the car around to the cabin you'd be staying in. One of the private looking homes you’d spotted earlier. Then, avoiding the rain as much as you could, you carried in about six bags each.

It was exactly as the sweet girl at the front desk had said it would be. A romantic little cabin suite that would have been ideal for a couple to share a weekend away. You tried not to think too much about it. Seunghyun impressed you greatly by making quick work of the fireplace. He had it going, with the living area half heated by the time you’d finished putting away all the perishable foods you’d grabbed from the shop.

When you were done in the kitchen you made your way into the living room where he was checking everything out, including the rain outside the panned glass door that was not stopping.

“Okay, Choi, “ you said, sitting down on the carpet in the living room, pulling the rest of your bags in front of you. “Let’s see what you got.”

“Wine.” He said simply, placing his bags on the coffee table.

“Seriously?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, “Six bags and nothing but wine?”

“Basically.”

“Well, I did get some things to cook for breakfast but nothing to cure a hangover. So we may be in trouble.”

Seunghyun only laughed and you watched a little wide eyed as he peeled off his drenched blazer and tossed it to the side. It hit the wood floor with a heavy splat. When he started to unbutton his soaked through dress shirt you looked away though you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander back.

Seunghyun was always such a…private person. Even in situations where it would be natural to be less clothed and more casual. Pool party events for the company or on group trips to the beach, he always kept himself so covered up. It was rare for most people to ever see him out of a three piece suit. You were lucky to have many experiences with the jeans and T-shirt version of him. You’d never seen him shirtless though, and the possibility of seeing it brought your curiosity levels into overload.

You wanted to be as respectful as possible while still feeding your curiosity. It was unlikely you’d get a chance like this again any time soon. Shuffling through the things in the bag on your lap you peeked at him through your peripherals. Your jaw dropped slightly as you watched him toss the wet, white shirt on top of his blazer. Seunghyun was gorgeous.

“I got a cheap, scratchy pajama set too. Really looking forward to it.” He muttered sarcastically, reaching over the table with his long toned arms and into one of his bags.

You looked over at him, figuring it was okay since he’d acknowledged you first. It took everything you had not to audibly gasp at the treat he’d been hiding underneath it all. He was impossibly beautiful and he looked so warm. All you could think about was being wrapped up in him. You never imagined he’d be so muscular and broad, he always looked so lanky under his clothes.

“Sexy noodle man.” You muttered under your breath.

“What?”

You looked up at his face wide eyed, not realizing you’d made your ridiculous comment out loud. “Huh?”

“I thought you said something.” He said as he pulled the shirt over his shoulders and buttoned it over his bronze chest.

“Looks a little tight.” You said clearing your throat.

“It was the biggest size they had.” He groaned, “Happens all the time. This is why I always wear my suits. Can’t get a wrong fit with custom tailored.”

“You wear custom tailored pajamas to bed?”

He grinned as he unbuttoned the too tight top. “Who says I wear anything to bed?”

Your face flushed completely and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I…uh-“

“I’m joking. It’s a joke.”

“Yeah, no, it was funny.” You said with a huff of a laugh, “I laughed, didn’t I laugh?”

“I must have missed it.” He winked.

“Um, well. Here.” You reached into several of your bags looking for the right one before you found it. Pulling out a folded up grey shirt, with Valley Village Inn and Resort screen printed on the front in forest green, you lifted it up to him. “I bought it to sleep in so it's super oversized. It should fit you better than the button up at least.”

“You sure?” He asked, holding out the shirt to take a look at the size. “What’ll you wear?”

“I bought a sweater as a silly gift for Ji. I can just wear that with the shorts I got to go with the shirt.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

You watched as he pulled the shirt over his head. It looked good on him, much more comfortable. Then you watched as he grabbed a bottle of wine from one of his bags and brought it to the kitchen.

“Well I guess it would be more appropriate for me to change out of my pants in the bathroom then in here with you.” he mentioned, searching the drawers for a bottle opener.

“I-uh,” you sputtered out your words, “Yes. Um. I’m actually gonna go change in the room and call Jiyong with the update.”

“Good idea. It’s been more than ten minutes, he’s probably in the middle of a hysterical anxiety attack.”

“Be nice.” You said quietly as you thought about your boyfriend, “Some women are stuck with men that wouldn’t even notice if they were missing for a week. I’m lucky he cares about me so much.”

“That’s true. Tell him I said I’m sorry for lying and I’ll have you back as soon as I can.” He said, popping open the wine, “I’ll put together some sandwiches for dinner.”

As quickly as you could you grabbed the sweater and the pair of plaid pajama shorts you’d bought to sleep in and moved to the bedroom where you clicked the door shut behind you. In the room you took a half a dozen deep breaths to try and pull yourself together. Seunghyun was just being friendly and flirty like he always was. And your brain was ready to take it too far.

Once you’d discarded your wet clothes and adorned your new outfit you sat on the bed with your phone in hand.

“Thank god you’re okay!” Jiyongs voice came over the line almost as soon as you hit the green button to call him. “You are okay, aren’t you?”

“I’m okay. We’re okay.” you chuckled, “ Seunghyun actually found us a pretty nice place to stay for the evening. We’ll start heading back in the morning after the storm passes and we’ve gotten some sleep.”

“This sucks.” you could hear the sound of his bed groaning beneath him.

“Have you eaten yet?” You frowned. “You can’t go to bed if you haven’t had something for dinner. Just because I’m not there doesn’t mean you don’t have to take care of yourself.”

“I love you too.” The smile in his tone was clear. Jiyong was always giving you the impression no one had cared for him like you did or let him care for them the way he liked to with you. “And I promise I’ll eat something before I go to sleep. It’s been a long day of worrying, I just wanted to rest for a minute.”

“How was drinks?”

He groaned with more enthusiasm than his mattress, not really wanting to talk about it, not really caring. “It was work. It was fine. They accepted the proposal. Legal is looking over it now and they’ll sign the paperwork on Monday.”

“Baby, that’s so great!” He only hummed across the line, “So why do you sound miserable.”

“I miss you. You’re one of my best friends, you know that? I just get so bored when you’re not around. And the bed is so big and empty, I can’t sleep without you...” he complained.

“It’s only one night.” You laughed. “How did you manage to survive before me?”

“I’m not sure I even existed before you. Not the way I do now.”

You blushed as you leaned back against the pillows. “Why are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“So sweet. So romantic, and caring. And cheesy, god you’re so cheesy.” Sighing you tried to picture how handsome he would look like right now. “And perfect.”

He laughed at that. A big belly laugh like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all week. You could perfectly picture his gleaming, gummy smile brightening the whole room.

“I’m not perfect. I’m only like this because it’s you.” He admitted, “And that’s not just a line. I’ve never been like this with anyone. You can ask all my exes. I’m pretty sure they’ll all say the same thing. I was an absentee boyfriend that was never around and only cared about himself and his work.”

“Impossible. There’s no way that was you.”

“It is. I know because it’s what they all yelled in my face when they broke up with me.” Jiyong laughed but not in the same way he had before. This was sadder.

“Then what? You met me and your whole world changed and you became the man you were always meant to be?” You joked.

“Yep. That’s exactly what happened.” In contrast there wasn’t a hint of humor in his tone. “The moment I saw you sitting in our offices, I knew I had to know you. And every new thing I learn about you, that makes me love you more, is just proof that I was right.”

“I love you.” You sighed desperately into the phone. “Go eat, okay?”

“Okay. You eat too, I know you haven’t since lunch.” The sound of the bed moving beneath him made you smile, knowing he really would take care of himself. “Call me in the morning before you guys hit the road. I love you, y/n, good night.”

“Good night.”

When the call ended you were a little pouty but you plugged your phone in to charge and went to join Seunghyun in the kitchen, except he wasn’t there. It didn’t take you but a moment to find him. The light colored shirt you’d let him borrow was bright in the pitchblack dark of the sky and you could see him pacing the balcony. The orange cherry of his cigarette was clear too as it moved from his mouth to his hip and then back again as he paced so you didn’t even have to wonder why he was outside in the cold. There were two glasses of wine on the table and two surprisingly delicious looking sandwiches considering where it’s components came from. You sat down at one of the seats and waited, but not too long.

“These look great.” you smiled over at him as he clicked the door shut behind him and shivered.

“It’s the bread. Good bread can make a sandwich and they had surpassingly good bread in that little shop.” He shrugged, taking the seat across from you. “The wine has been aerating for a bit, it won’t make that much of a difference in the quality but if you give it a good swirl it should taste just fine.”

“I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

The room was quiet around you as the two of you ate, just the subtle crackling coming from the fireplace and the occasional roll of thunder outside from the storm. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Silence with Seunghyun was never uncomfortable. He’d even finished before you and sat quietly, patiently, sipping his wine as you polished off the last of your sandwich. When you were done he cleaned up the plates and brought them to the kitchen before bringing over a new bottle of wine.

“There’s games.” he said almost too casually, as he stood in front of the chair he’d been sitting in previously. “If you want to play. Just seems a little too early for bed.”

You’d agreed and the two of you moved over to the coffee table. Drinking through another bottle and a half of wine you played a couple rounds of UNO, and three rounds of checkers. Growing tired and a little drunk, you had started playing through the slowest round of slap jack in the history of the game. Both of you were sitting on the couch. Seunghyun with his legs up on the coffee table and you turned towards him, cross-legged, as you played on the cushion between the two of you. Enough time had passed and you had enough wine in your system that you couldn’t hold in your thoughts as well as you should have.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, the nervousness clear on your face, as you dropped another king card down on the pile.

“Sure.” He put down the two of hearts.

“A couple of months ago...” You hesitated, “You were there, weren’t you? In the office that night?”

“Oh.” Unable to look at you he looked down at the pile of cards, embarrassed. “I was. Yeah, I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to mention it. Honestly, I hoped you hadn’t seen me.”

“I want you to know I would have never done it if I’d known anyone was there.” You gulped, as he leaned forward and grabbed his wine, “I’m so sorry, Tabi. I would never do anything to make things weird between us. I would have absolutely never done that if I’d known you were there. Jiyong was so certain we were alone.”

“I’m sure he was.” He scoffed into his glass. “I’ve known Ji for a long time now, it’s not the first time that’s happened. He loves to rub salt in the wound. Anyway, don’t worry about it. It’s old news.”

“What does that mean?” You asked, confused by his statement. “You think he did it on purpose?”

“Doesn’t matter.” he said and put down a jack card without even realizing it.

You placed your hand down on the pile and pulled it towards yourself. “I’m still sorry.”

“Forget it. Seriously.” He said and pushed himself off the couch, dropping his remaining cards on the cushion. “Let’s do something else.”

Grabbing his cards you shuffled them in with the pile in your hand and then dropped them on the coffee table before grabbing your drink to finish off the inch left in your glass. Then you leaned back against the couch and watched Seunghyun move around, looking at the shelves. Books, games, music, and even little trinkets. It made the cabin feel more like a cozy home than an unpersonalized hotel room. He moved over to the ancient walnut stand up radio in the corner and messed with the knobs until there was a crackling from the speakers and then music filled the room.

“Does it ever bother you that people think we’re together because we’re so close?” Seunghyun asked, not even turning to look at you, just keeping his eye on the radio.

“No,” you grinned as you thought about it.

It was true, people were always misinterpreting your relationship with Seunghyun. Even since the beginning you were very close with him. The three of you went to events together so often that people made suggestions about you being a thrupple. And Jiyong was such a social butterfly that he’d leave you and Seunghyun to entertain one another. There had been so many pictures of just the two of you that people weren’t sure who was dating who.

You’d always suspected it was a big part of why Jiyong had wanted to make the two of you official so quickly. Jiyong had been with a number of women, you’d read about all of them in your research of him, but he never referred to them as his girlfriends. Not publicly anyway. That’s why it had surprised you when he asked if you would be comfortable with him telling people about you after just a couple of months.

“I think it’s funny.” you continued, “Ji hates it. He loathes it. Always correcting people, and calling magazines for redactions.”

“Pretty soon he won’t want you talking to me.”

“That’ll be really sad for him, because it’s never happening.” You shrugged. “You’re just as much my friend as you are his.”

“I know.” Finally he stood up and turned towards you, leaning back against the radio.

“Do you want to know something funny?” You asked with a blush that was half from the wine and half from the embarrassing confession hanging off your tongue.

“Always.”

“When we first met I had a thing for you. A big thing. Huge, actually.” You admitted. “I hoped for a long time that it was gonna be me and you. Not me and Jiyong.”

“You never said anything.” He pouted thoughtfully, “You didn’t even really start talking to me until you and Jiyong made it official. Not anything deep anyway, not the way we talk now.”

“I don’t know if you know this Tabi, but you tend to be very…intimidating.” You laughed but neither of you really thought it was funny. “I was scared. I just wanted you to like me so bad that I could barely talk to you. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or make you hate me any more than I already assumed you did. So I said nothing and then Ji and I got together and all the pressure was gone and I wasn't nervous around you anymore.”

“I liked you.” He confessed, “That first interview. I thought you were beautiful and you were funny…smart. I liked you so much.”

“I thought you hated me.” You said with another huff of a laugh at the irony. “Especially because of the coffee.”

“No, I didn’t give a shit about the coffee. I just,” he sighed, “I’ve been burned really bad before. It takes a lot for me to trust people, to open up to them. I- I always move too slow.”

“Imagine if either one of us was any good at communication.” you muttered sourly.

“Sure, we’d be great but, you’re happy now.” he said pushing himself forward, “Aren’t you? You and Ji, you guys always seem happy.”

“We are!” you said suddenly, “I don’t know why I said it like that. I'm very happy. I love Jiyong, please don’t get me wrong. It’s not what I meant. I just wonder sometimes.”

With a soft sigh he held out his hand and you grabbed it with no question. He pulled you to your feet and wrapped his arm around your waist, moving you slowly across the open floor in a slow dance to the music.

“If you’re happy then there’s really no need to wonder about it.” he was quiet, “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

You fit so differently in Seunghyun’s arms than you did in Jiyong’s. You knew that already. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had danced. It wasn’t the first time he’d held you. Even still you couldn’t help but think about it every time you found yourself in his arms. In many ways it was the same. It was warm and you felt safe and you felt inexplicably cared for and loved. But Seunghyun’s heat was different from Jiyong’s. It was somehow always intentional.

Sometimes with Jiyong he could touch you and you would find yourself in an immediate frenzy. You could just look at him and he would look at you and both of you would just know you were sharing a need to be together. Other times it was a subtle, lazy warmth that moved over you slowly. His skin would press against yours in a hug or he hold your hand, or your legs would bump together under the sheets as you tucked in for bed and you didn’t need anything else. It was so comfortable, you could just enjoy the radiating warmth of his body against yours. Like sitting out by a bonfire at the beach.

With Seunghyun the heat was always the same, it was like being engulfed in flames. Even if you didn’t say anything or look at each other there was an unspoken desire pulsing through your body into his and back again. Feeding off one another until it was just a raging forest fire. You used to think it was just you but after his confession you couldn’t help but wonder if it had really been both of you all along.

“Can I ask you something else?” You asked quietly, head resting on his shoulder as the two of you swayed.

“Go ahead.”

“When you saw me, when I was naked, you looked,” you sighed, “bored? Like I wasn’t anything special. I guess I was just wondering, do you think I’m ugly?”

Seunghyun scoffed in disbelief but he didn’t respond right away. The two of you kept dancing and after a moment he asked, “How would you have wanted me to react? I’d caught one of my very best friends fucking his girlfriend, who also happens to be a very good friend, over his desk in the office we do business. What was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know. I just…I thought it would be different.”

“What do you want from me?” He asked, finally getting to the question he’d been most curious about. “What can I do to make you feel better about yourself? Do you want to hear how fucking gorgeous I think you are? That I think about you constantly and have since well before that night? That I can barely close my eyes now without seeing the face you make when you cum. Do you want me to wish you were with me instead of him? Do you want me to wish that it was me fucking you? Should I confess how I’m in love with you and it makes me feel pathetic every single day? It won’t change anything. Trust me, I've been wishing for those things for almost a year now. It doesn’t make a difference.”

The two of you had stopped dancing but he was still holding you and you still held onto him. You didn’t know what to say. It was like he’d confessed all the things you’d wished you’d heard from him, but there still wasn’t anything to be done about it because he said them far too late.

“Yes.” You admitted, “Yes, that’s what I wanted to hear.”

He finally stepped back then and looked down at you, “That’s fucked up, y/n.”

You nodded in agreement, “I know. You wake up and feel pathetic for wanting to be with me? I wake up almost every day feeling like absolute shit. I feel disgusted with myself all the time. I can’t stop. I try, I’ll be okay, and then I see you and I just…sometimes it feels like you want me too. And when it happens I can’t help but want you in ways that I should never even think about.”

Despite the conversation neither of you had let the other go. Seunghyun’s arms were so steadily around you that you were certain he had no immediate intention of letting you go at all. The thought had you terrified and excited all at once. And then quickly sick to your stomach because you knew it was wrong. All of this was wrong.

“I flirt with you.” Seunghyun confessed quietly after a minute had passed.

“What?”

“I flirt with you. Sometimes I flirt with you and I can see it on your face. Like you’re unsure if what you think I’m doing is what I’m doing. It is.” His fingers moved over your hip and you were overly aware of them, “The little touches here and there. The things I say that teeter over into inappropriate. The looks I give you that make you rub your thighs together.”

“Why?”your heart was racing faster with every word.

“Because I’m an asshole and I want you.” He whispered. He leaned down, his lips brushing soft against your temple as he spoke. “I want you to want me back. I want to give you that feeling deep in your gut that makes you feel like you’ll never be truly satisfied until you’ve had a taste of me because that’s the feeling I get every time I look at you.”

You felt faint in his arms. Weak in the knees as he told you all the words you’d been waiting to hear for the last ten months. Here it was, being handed to you on a silver platter and all you could think about was how badly what was happening right now would hurt Jiyong.

“Fuck.” you muttered as you stared at the gulp that moved down Seunghyun’s throat.

“Let me kiss you.” He said dropping down just a little further. He was right there, this was it.

But you shook your head and stepped back, finally collecting the strength. Finally, when you should have done it minutes ago. Finally, when it should have been much easier for you to walk away.

“I can’t.”

“I know”.

“I’m so sorry. I feel like this is my fault. I feel like I led you on. And I swear I didn’t mean to. And I swear if it was anyone other than Ji… But I really love him.”

“It’s okay.” He assured you, “I get it. I love him too.”

Seunghyun finally dropped his arms from your body and moved over to the counter, you watched as he swallowed down the rest of the last opened bottle of wine. He didn’t look back at you and you were pretty grateful to him for it.

“I’m gonna go to bed.” You said quietly, “It’s been a really long night.”

“Sleep well.” Seunghyun nodded, and reached for his pack of cigarettes. He still didn’t look at you as he turned and went to the balcony.

In the bedroom you laid on your back in the dark and stared up at the ceiling. At some point you’d heard Seunghyun come back in from the balcony. And you heard him move around the living room of the cabin. He used the restroom and then finally settled. You assumed he was on the couch, maybe trying to sleep. Maybe thinking about you.

Avoiding thinking about what had happened you tried to decide whether or not you liked the exposed beams aesthetic of the cabin. You thought about what the natural wood ceiling would look like painted cream or even a slate gray. You thought about the faded, floral bedding and wished it was a solid white or even a nice flannel pattern. When you had completely redecorated the room in your head you tried to focus on the sounds outside. The storm raged on for at least another hour before the pounding sound of rain softened to something else. Calming.

You were about to finally close your eyes and sleep but instead you sat up with a sigh. Sitting on the edge of the bed you turned on the bedside lamp. You couldn’t sleep knowing things were so strained between you and Seunghyun. You pushed yourself off the mattress and went over to the door. When you opened it you could see his lengthy body struggle to get comfortable on the couch that was far too small for him to be sleeping on.

“Why don’t you just come and sleep on the bed?” you asked.

He turned to look at you as if he was surprised, as if he hadn’t noticed the stream of light from the bedroom door slicing through the living room.

“Oh, no I’m okay.”

“Don’t be stupid, Seunghyun. We’re two grown adults. Surely we can share a bed together.” you rolled your eyes and moved back to the bed, leaving the door open.

You tucked yourself under the blanket and waited for him to come in. It felt like it was taking a lifetime but he finally came into the room and walked around to the other side of the bed. When he slipped under the blankets you leaned over and turned off the light.

“Are we okay? Or what?” You asked into the dark. “I can’t stand for things to be weird between us.”

“We’re okay.”

You didn’t know why hearing his voice had surprised you the way it did. You’d asked him a question of course he was bound to answer. Still his voice was so deep and smooth that made the hair on your arms stand straight up.

“Everything can just go back to normal then?” You gulped.

“If it’s what you want.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, turning your body towards his.

“I don’t know how to say it any clearer. If you want everything to go back to normal then everything will go back to normal.”

“It kind of gives off the impression that I have any other option. It makes me think you might not want it to.”

He was staring up at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his stomach. After a few seconds he sighed and said, “It doesn’t really matter what I want.”

“Yes it does. Of course it matters.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He said with a sense of finality. “For you there is only one option. The option is to go back to how it was before and forget everything either of us confessed.”

“Seunghyun.”

“Go to bed, Y/n. I’ll get over it. Everything will be just like you want it to be.”

You didn’t move to lie on your back. You stayed facing Seunghyun. The whole conversation played through your head over and over. It was supposed to have cleared things up but only left you feeling even more confused than before. What was he telling you? That he wanted you to be with him instead of Jiyong? He wanted you to be with him despite Jiyong?

At some point Seunghyun turned towards you, he was still wide awake too. It was only the silhouette of him in front of you, but you couldn’t look away. Every once in a while the storm clouds would clear up enough that the room filled with the soft glow of the moon. In those moments you could see his face and he could see yours. The two of you would just stare at one another until another cloud would smother the light.

A long while passed, maybe an entire hour, and that’s how you stayed. Both of you. Neither looking away, neither of you actually going to sleep. The air felt so thick with feelings and unspoken words. Conversations you knew you shouldn’t and couldn’t have with him despite how much you’d wanted to.

Not entirely sure what his plan was, Seunghyun moved his hand across the mattress. He stopped it about halfway between the two of you and waited. He wanted to give you the choice. The decision was yours to take it further or leave it like it was. After a minute you moved your hand to his and watched his hand take yours over. His fingers slipping between your fingers. His skin was so soft and warm against yours.

Your heart was pounding in your head and in your ears so hard you couldn't hear your thoughts. Not really sure what you were doing or what it would mean, you looked up from your linked hands to Seunghyun and waited until his eyes met yours.

“Kiss me.”

His body already made a move to be closer to you before he was able to get out, “Are you sure?”

You nodded and leaned yourself forward to be closer to him as well. He lifted his hand up and curled his fingers around the base of your neck. He stayed still for a moment. His forehead pressed against yours, the tips of your noses brushing against one another. One last minute reminder that once this was done he couldn’t take it back.

Then there it was. His lips against yours. The first one was just a taste. A little test to see how you both felt about it. Both of your mouths still tasted like wine. Your eyes were closed and you were immediately ready for this to last much longer. The little expectant noise that left your lips let him know as much. With little effort your body was pressed against his and your hand was moving over his hip.

He kept his hand cradling your head as he pressed his lips to yours again, harder. Your teeth tugged gently on his bottom lip, pulling him back in everytime he pulled away. His wet pink tongue brushed along your lip and you opened your mouth for him. It should have concerned you then, just how willing you were to give him everything.

You couldn’t be sure how long the kiss actually lasted but when he finally pulled away for good both of you were panting lightly, a little breathless. He hovered over you for another moment, long enough to push a few of your hairs back into place and to leave a sweet kiss against your forehead with his swollen lips. Then he laid down beside you. On his back, staring up at the ceiling. Neither of you said anything after that, you just went to sleep.

-

A phone ringing woke you up. It wasn’t your cell phone though it was a regular old phone which left you feeling a little confused and displaced. The room you were in was bright and you hadn’t even opened your eyes yet. Then you heard Seunghyun answer the phone and realized where you were. Very soon after you remembered what you’d done. Your eyes flew open and you sat up on the bed. The door to the bedroom was closed but you could hear Seunghyun pacing along the creaky floorboards. Getting out of the bed you snuck over to the door to listen to what he was saying.

“Okay, well what does that mean for us?” He asked and waited, “Is there a time frame?…That’s a joke you must be joking... Why is there only one?? Doesn’t anyone have a fucking snow shovel or something to dig us out?…No, I apologize, I know it’s not your fault. Surely, you can understand where my frustration is coming from? This wasn’t a planned trip for us we intended on going home today….Right. Right. I get it. I appreciate the generosity.”

As he kept talking you walked over to the sliding glass door that opened to the patio and pulled the white curtain back. Your mouth fell open at the sight. At some point during the night the rain turned to snow. Outside there was nothing visible but a blanket of pure white snow covering everything. It sparkled under the sunlight. With a shiver you pulled the curtain back into place.

When you got back to the door the living room was quiet. It sounded like the call was over. Keeping the sweater you were wearing on, you pulled on your jeans from the day before. Thinking ahead you’d laid them out by the heater so they were dry and warm. When you opened the door to the living room Seunghyun was making his way back in from the deck having just finished a quick cigarette.

“Hey.” You offered quietly as he looked over at you.

“Hey.” He nodded towards the kitchen. “There’s coffee.”

“Cool.”

You made your way to the kitchen and found a mug. Looking up into the living room you watched Seunghyun stand in front of the bookshelf awkwardly, pretending to read the titles of the books it had to offer. Moving around the corner you stood uncomfortably as well, not sure what you should say or if you should say anything at all.

“Um.” You finally cleared your throat, “I should call Jiyong. When should I say we’ll be heading home?”

Seunghyun nodded. “Yeah, um, that’s a…that’s currently an unanswerable question.”

You just looked at him, not sure what he was talking about. He walked over to the front door of the cabin and opened it wide to show a wall of snow.

“Don’t panic or anything.” He said closing the door. “There are people coming to help clear out the snow so that we’re not trapped. However… those people are waiting for the roads to be cleared because they are blocked with snow.”

“Okay.”

“And there’s only one snowplow up here. The nice woman at the front desk has advised us to sit back and relax because it’s going to be a while. It might not be until tomorrow morning until they get to us. Plus side is that we won’t be charged for however much longer we’re stuck in the room.”

“What?” You asked breathlessly. “We’re stuck here until tomorrow?”

Seunghyun nodded slowly, “We have enough coffee and food to last us. Looks like our past impulsive shopping selves really saved us there.”

“I mean…” you sighed, “What can we really do?”

“Exactly.”

“I’m gonna call Jiyong.” You said again.

Seunghyun nodded and sat down at the dining table with his coffee. You went back into the room to grab your phone and then slipped on your shoes before going out onto the covered deck.

“Hey baby.” His voice was somber as soon as he answered and you assumed Seunghyun had already given him the news.

“Hi.” You attempted something cheery but it felt too fake.

“Tabi texted me about the situation.”

“I figured he had by how miserable you sound right now.”

“Unhhhh,” he groaned, “I really don’t like this.”

“Me neither.”

Jiyong sighed, defeated by the situation, “I swear I’m ready to hire a snow plow for an hour just to get you back to me.”

“Well, I guess they promised we’d be able to leave by tomorrow. We can survive one more night apart, right?

“We could.” He agreed, “Or I could buy a helicopter, and drop out of the sky to pluck you out of your snow prison. I could probably have a helicopter on standby in about thirty minutes.”

You let a little laugh escape but part of you wished he would. Especially now, after hearing his voice. You felt so overwhelmed with guilt. There was something wrong with you, there had to be, because it was so obvious to you how much you loved him.

“Always with the dramatics.” You said quietly, you could feel yourself on the verge of tears. “I miss you, Ji.”

“You okay, baby?” He asked, “You sound really upset.”

You sighed, not really sure how to respond, Oh, I just kissed your best friend so I’m feeling pretty guilty right now, “I’ll be fine. Hearing your voice just… I don’t know. I know I laughed at you last night but being away from you is harder than I expected. It hasn’t even been a full day. What did you do to me?”

“Next time you’ll take me more seriously.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed lightly, “Or maybe we can make sure there’s not a next time? You go wherever I go, I’ll go wherever you go. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Hey, when I get home you could hold me for a while, yeah? We could turn on some music or put on a movie and you could wrap your arms around me. Everything could be okay again. Sound good?”

“Alright that’s it, I’m getting the helicopter, find your way to the roof. I’m on the way. We’ll be snuggled up on the couch in an hour.”

Finally you laughed again, genuinely this time, “I really love you so much. I hope you know that.”

“I really love you too, beautiful.” He hummed as he tried to think of a way to make things better, “It’ll be okay. Today is going to go by so fast and then tomorrow morning will feel like nothing. Then it’s just me and you. And you know what, I’m thinking…I’ll take Monday off. Tomorrow afternoon won’t be enough.”

“You make it sound so easy. And amazing.” You admitted, “Actually, I could probably spend the day writing my piece on Kihyun. If I have it done by tomorrow then I can take Monday off with you. What do you think?”

“I think you’re a genius.” You could hear the smile on his face. “Well I’ll let you get to work then, you have an article to write and I have to restock the snack cabinet for our movie marathon.”

“What are we marathoning?”

“Anything, doesn’t matter.”

“You’re a good man, Kwon Jiyong.”

“And you’re an even better woman.” He chuckled, “Love you.”

“I love you, I’ll call you tonight and check in.”

When you went back inside Seunghyun wasn’t in the room, which you were grateful for, and the bathroom door was closed so you made your assumption. To avoid any awkward tension you topped off your coffee mug and grabbed a yogurt from the fridge before shutting yourself into the bedroom.

Several hours passed without a word between the two of you. You stayed in the room, working on your profile on Kihyun, and Seunghyun stayed in the living room. At some point he turned the radio on, a light jazzy compilation of songs played behind the door. You didn’t mind it so you didn’t complain. Every once in a while your cup would be empty or the coffee had gone cold so you’d peek out the door. Whenever Seunghyun wasn’t in the living room, whether he was in the bathroom or outside, you’d run to the kitchen for a refill and to grab another snack.

It wasn’t until well into the afternoon that Seunghyun finally came into the room unannounced. You looked up from your laptop in surprise.

“Hiding from me in here is just making things weirder between us.” He said as he leaned against the doorframe. “You realize that don’t you?”

“I’m not hiding.” You nodded down to your laptop, “I'm just trying to finish what work I can with all this free time.”

“Which is why you wait until I’m in the bathroom to sneak into the kitchen for coffee and snacks?” He grinned, looking over your shoulder at the half eaten back of chips and empty yogurt containers on the nightstand. “You really thought I didn’t notice? That I actually use the bathroom every hour on the hour, conveniently just after I’ve made a fresh pot of coffee and wasn’t just doing it for you.”

“Okay, yes. Maybe I have been reluctant to join you in the living room, but I really am getting a lot of work done! And I just figured it would be the easiest way for us to avoid any residual tension.”

“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night. I don’t want you to feel unsafe with me. I won’t try anything like that ever again. It was a one time mistake, I promise.”

“It’s not that I feel unsafe.” You assured him. A large part of you was relieved that he even still wanted to be around you. “How about after I finish this piece and submit it to my editor, I come out and kick your ass at checkers again?”

“That sounds great. Maybe you’ll let me make you a real meal.” Seunghyun suggested. “And if I promise to be quiet out here will you at least agree to leave the door open? It’s horribly stuffy and cold in this room.”

“All of that sounds great, but now that I’m not avoiding you and the living room, what I’d really like to do is pee.” You said tossing your laptop to the side and jumping off the bed. Seunghyun just laughed as you sped past him.

When you finished in the restroom you felt relieved on every level. Back in the living room Seunghyun was sitting in a chair near the window with a book in hand. He didn’t say anything as you made your way back to the bedroom but it was back to that comfortable silence you were familiar with instead of the awkward kind of silence you hated

In the bedroom you found that Seunghyun had cleaned up your contraband snack mess and left out one of his beautiful looking sandwiches with a glass of ice and a bottle of sparkling water. He’d also made the bed and plugged in your computer while you were indisposed. You didn’t know how he’d gotten so much done when all you’d done was quickly use the restroom, washed your face, and combed your fingers through your hair until it looked presentable. Though part of you did suspect he’d already had the sandwich made before he’d come in before.

“Thank you!” You called out to him through the open door as you sat back down on the bed and pulled your laptop over.

“You’re welcome.” He called back a definite hint of amusement in his voice.

After finally consuming something other than straight caffeine your productivity levels exceeded what they’d been before and you were completely finished with your piece on Kihyun after another hour and a half. You felt so lively off your successful weekend that you joined Seunghyun in the living room with more enthusiasm than he had expected from you.

For the rest of the afternoon the two of you played through the entire collection of board and card games that were available to you. You ate through all the snacks and drank through almost all of the coffee and tea. You only saved some knowing that you’d need it for the morning. Neither one of you said a single word about the kiss you shared. And as the afternoon turned into the evening you became more and more certain that neither of you would.

When dinner time rolled around you sat at the counter that separated the kitchen and the living room and watched as Seunghyun played a round of Chopped. Using only the ingredients you had left from your binge shopping the previous night he had to improv a meal for the two of you. He did an amazing job. You allowed him the use of the Christmas tree shaped pasta you’d bought for the white elephant gift exchange you knew you’d be having at work. And to top that he made a delicious white wine sauce with bacon that you’d gotten for breakfast and hadn’t been used.

The two of you ate at the table and shared the wine that wasn’t used for the sauce, plus another bottle on top of that. Afterwards while you cleaned the dishes from dinner Seunghyun set another fire in the fireplace and put a record on. When you were done in the kitchen the two of you sat on the couch together just drinking wine, enjoying the music, and watching the fire.

It was too quiet in the room. Despite everything there still wasn’t enough to distract you and your mind wandered. Little flashbacks to moments from the kiss you shared. His fingers on your neck, his skin under your hand. You thought about the way his body looked when he’d tossed his soaked shirt on the ground. You thought again and again about the way he’d looked at you that night in the office until you finally realized he hadn’t been bored when he looked at you, he was tortured.

“I need to ask you a favor.” You said quietly, still staring at the fireplace. You weren’t sure you’d be able to get it out if you actually looked at him.

“I can’t promise I can fulfill your request but you can always ask.”

“Will you kiss me again?”

Seunghyun looked over at the wine bottle on the table that he’d brought over after dinner. It was only half empty but he had to ask. “Are you drunk?”

You shook your head as your eyes moved over to his lips, “Are you?”

“No.”

“I know it’s not really fair for me to ask but, please?” Your chest was aching with a desire for him that you couldn’t stand any longer. “I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s driving me crazy. I shouldn’t want you like this and I know you’ll think less of me and I deserve that but I-”

Your rant was silenced by his mouth on yours. He’d leaned over the space between you and your face was in his hands. There it was again, the flame from last night burning brighter than ever. He leaned you back against the couch, kneeling on the cushion between your legs. You should have said something, pushed him away. Instead you just moaned into his mouth and gripped his hips to pull him closer.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, pulling back only once his lips were sore. You assumed he meant the fact that you’d been grinding against his thigh just trying to get relief.

“Yes.” You gasped and he ran his tongue along your lip.

“Let me make you feel even better.”

He dipped his tongue into your mouth and after that it was a blur of hands and lips. Your fingers dug into his hair securing his head so that his mouth was trapped against yours, not that he’d showed any sign of trying to escape you. Rather than continue hovering over you, Seunghyun let his body mold itself against yours on the couch and one of his hands found the waistband of your jeans. He flicked the button open and pulled down the zipper while you continued on kissing him mindlessly.

When his fingers slid along your wet sex your head fell back with a moan. Seunghyun took the chance to latch his mouth to the skin of your stretched out throat.

“God you’re so fucking hot, y/n.” He muttered against your ear, his fingers easing their way inside of you. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“You feel so good.” You groaned back arching.

Your hands that had gone momentarily limp at your sides had found their strength once more and you held his face in your palms. He kissed you again, pulling your lip between his teeth. You rolled your hips up to meet him. His fingers felt amazing. His fingers that pumped in and out of you while his thumb circled your soaked clit. He kept going until your thighs were shaking.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” You whimpered, your body wiggling beneath him in anticipation. “Shit! Oh shit! Ohhhh Seunghyun…”

He kept his hand where it was, fingers curling softly as you came down from your orgasm. His forehead pressed against yours and in that moment it was everything you’d been fantasizing about. He removed his hand from between your thighs and gripped your hip, pulling you into him. You could feel his erection against your thigh as the two of you kissed and you closed your eyes.

The satisfaction, the bliss, only lasted a minute before realization laced with guilt washed over you. When you opened your eyes it was overwhelming. You pulled away from him, rolling awkwardly onto the floor beside the couch. You stared up at a very confused Seunghyun as you realized you weren’t breathing and gasped.

“Oh my god.” Your hand moved up to cover your mouth. “What did I do? Why would I let that happen?”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Seunghyun said quietly, placing a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“Don’t.” You shrugged him off. “I’m sorry. Please don’t touch me, I need a minute. I’m so sorry, Seunghyun. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Okay. Alright.” He nodded, “Just tell me what you need from me.”

“I need to be alone. I’m not thinking straight, I need to think.” You pushed yourself up off of the ground and to your feet. “I’m gonna use the restroom. I need a minute.”

Alone in the bathroom the heft of what you’d done weighed down heavier than ever. And you’d thought the kiss had left you feeling ill. You’d felt so good one minute and so confused the next. You couldn’t take the roller coaster much longer. And the worst part was that even the guilt couldn’t stop you from still wanting more.

“Are you okay?” Seunghyun asked, standing up from the couch, his hands twisted together in front of him, when you finally re-emerged from the restroom after cleaning yourself up.

“Yeah, I’m better.” You were so embarrassed, so ashamed of what you’d done and how horribly you’d reacted. Seunghyun was still being supportive, and you didn’t think you deserved it truthfully. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel like I used you on purpose. I had thought about- wanted to…reciprocate. It hit me, you know?“

“It’s fine.” He shrugged, stepped a bit closer “I get it. I didn’t mean to push you too far. I’ve wanted you for so long and I couldn’t stop myself. And if that moment is all I get with you then so be it. It was worth it.”

“You didn’t push me.” He was so close now all you had to do was lift your hands for them to be able to grip his hips so you did.

Lifting his own hand his fingers moved across your cheek, and you rested your face in his palm. His large, soft palm. You closed your eyes and eased the hands at his hips around his waist and he stepped forward, that single step left between you. It was so quick. And then there you were again, wrapped up in his arms with your head against his shoulder. You inhaled the scent of him and it sent a shock through your body.

“I have to walk away from you.” You muttered into his neck. “I’m gonna go to bed before I do something worse.”

When you leaned back to look at him, his eyes were so sad. Both of you gulped at the same time.

“It’s probably for the best.” He nodded.

Lying in bed you stared at the ceiling but your mind was jam packed with images from just a little while before. The panting and the kissing. His hands, all over you. His fingers, buried inside of you. The way he smelled and the taste he left on your lips. You’d gone more than far enough with him and yet selfishly you wanted to keep going. You had to know the rest. You had to know all of him.

You’d told yourself the kiss would cure you of your desire but it had only made things worse…and now this. Still there was a voice at the back of your head that swore to you, if you just went all the way then you would know and you wouldn’t wonder anymore. After that you could let this go.

In the dark you slipped out of bed and moved over to the door of the bedroom. You opened the door just a little, just to peek. Seunghyun had folded himself up to fit the couch.

“Tabi…” you whispered into the dark. Just the dim light from the moon outside was shining on him. You weren’t sure if he was awake or not at least until his head popped up.

“Everything okay?” He asked with genuine concern.

You nodded. You weren’t sure how to tell him what you wanted. It was so wrong you didn’t even want to say it out loud. Everything about this was so horribly wrong but you couldn’t stop yourself. You felt somewhere in between completely disgusted with yourself and not caring because all you knew now was your insatiable need for him.

You gave him a look, sad and longing, teeth pulling at your lip. It was just a look, no words were spoken. It was all he needed anyway. Then you moved back into the room and slipped into bed. For a minute you weren’t sure if the look had worked the way you thought it had.

You wondered if he regretted what you’d done more than you. If he thought you were disgusting and wanted nothing to do with you. Then you heard the shuffling of his feet at the door and sighed a breath of relief. You watched his silhouette move across the room to the other side of the bed. He got in slowly, unsure how close you really wanted him.

Watching his eyes as they latched onto your mouth, you moved your hand to his sharp jaw. Your palm moved over the warmth of his skin. Along his cheek and into his soft hair. He moved his own hand to the small of your back.

“What are you thinking about?” He whispered.

“The way your lips felt earlier.”

He hummed thoughtfully, “Just my lips?”

“And maybe your hands too.” You blushed. “I know you said that we didn’t need to go any further but, what if I wanted to?”

You could feel his jaw tighten under the palm of your hand. “Whatever we do going forward, it has to be your choice. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

“I want,” you dragged your fingers down his neck and over his chest, “I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I love Jiyong, but I’ve wanted to be with you for so long it’s becoming unbearable and I just think…”

“The best way to get over someone is to get under them?”

“I don’t think that’s the saying.” You laughed.

“I agree. I think we should…get it over with. We can leave this cabin with our friendship intact. Better even, renewed.”

“Perfect, it’s a plan.”

“Should we…kiss first?”

“Actually, I think I still owe you for earlier, yeah?”

“You don’t have to but I also would not complain.”

With a small smile you moved yourself under the sheets and down the bed, settling yourself between his legs. Your fingers moved along the strip of skin that was exposed between his pajama pants and the shirt he wore. You could feel the muscles in his abdomen tighten at your touch. You slipped your fingers into the waistband of the pants and tugged. He lifted his hips to make it easier for you to drag his clothes off, leaving them in a pile at his feet. While you undressed him from the waist down he pulled his shirt off.

As he laid still and naked beneath you, your hands trailed back up his ankles, over his bare calves, and gripped his thighs. Under the sheets you were blind as a bat, but your hands found his stiff cock easily. You closed your eyes as you moved your hand over the soft skin. Teasing him with your fingernails, cupping him, squeezing him. Eyes still closed you could imagine just how pretty his dick probably was as you worked him your hand, piecing it together in your mind. Thick shaft, pretty, throbbing head. Your mouth was watering.

From under the sheets you could hear him release a satisfied hiss as you finally wrapped your mouth around him. The taste of salty precum and skin covered your tongue. One of Seunghyun’s hands moved under the sheet and rested on the top of your head. Apparently you were doing fine on your own since he didn’t force anything, his fingers just curled into your hair and held on in case you needed encouragement later on.

He was more vocal than you expected but his deep, guttural moans laced with a string of profanities only motivated you further. Cheeks hollowed, you continued to bob your head beneath the sheets. Your tongue swirled around his sensitive skin and one of your hands worked the base of his cock where your mouth couldn’t quite reach. Your other hand had stayed put on his thigh where you could feel the muscle tighten and release beneath your palm.

After a few minutes his hand curled tighter in your hair and his hips started to lift, just slightly, off the mattress to meet your mouth. You thought he was getting close, like if you had just another minute you’d be able to make him cum. But before you could he tore the sheets from his legs and from you and pulled you off of him by your hair.

You couldn’t completely imagine what a mess you looked like, but you knew it wouldn’t be very pretty. What with the knotted birds nest at the back of your head from where he’d held you and the precum and slobber dripping from your mouth.

“I could have kept going.” You said lamely, and honestly a little put out as you wiped your lips. “It was right there. Wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” he agreed and slipped off the bed, “but I also really want to fuck you and I don’t waste time getting hard again. I’m going to grab a condom from my wallet.”

“Okay.”

You sighed as you watched his silhouette leave the room. Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you thought about how Jiyong loved getting off several times when you were together. It always felt like he almost preferred all the foreplay in between to the actual sex. Though you didn’t think Seunghyun would be entirely grateful to you making the comparison so you kept it to yourself. As soon as he was back in the room, so was your head.

“Come here.” He beckoned you to the edge of the bed.

You moved over the bed and sat on your knees, looking up at him expectantly. He lifted his hand to cup the back of your head and pulled your face to his. This kiss was rougher than the others. His tongue moved in your mouth with very little intention. He was more focused on his other hand, the one he had tugging on his dick. When he was ready he pulled back and you watched him roll the condom on.

“How should we…” you asked, feeling a bit awkward. You’d become so accustomed to being with Jiyong and everything happening smoothly. He knew you and what you liked, and in return you knew him.

“What do you usually like?” Seunghyun asked, looking down at you.

“I like everything, really.” You shrugged.

“Okay,” he sat down and leaned back against the headboard. “Why don’t you come get on top?”

Without a word, just a nod, you pushed yourself up in the dark and moved your leg over his lap until you were straddling him. He gripped both of your thighs. You watched his hands move up your legs. When they were high enough he used one thumb to pull your panties to the side and the other one to run along your patient pussy.

“So wet.” He murmured, almost to himself, as he pressed his thumb inside of you.

Gripping his shoulders for balance, you held yourself up, hovering over him. He lined himself up with you and you eased yourself down on his shaft. For a moment you just sat and took it all in, adjusting to the feel of him and how different it was from what you were used to. Different but still completely satisfying.

Momentarily paralyzed you didn’t move. It was not even enough time to have blinked but it was long enough that you felt thrown from your own body with the realization that it was done. A kiss you could come back from maybe but having another man inside of you. In that moment you knew you’d made a mess. What you didn’t know, what you couldn’t have known, was that it was about to get so much worse.

“Still with me?”

Seunghyun’s voice brought you back to your body. His fingers left a tingle against your skin as he moved them along your jaw.

“I’m here.”

“We’re still good?”

You nodded, “Of course.”

He lifted hips just a little. Enough to encourage you, to remind you sex usually included a little more movement than you were providing. As your hips started to move and you really started to enjoy yourself you watched as Seunghyun visibly relaxed beneath you. He even released an actual sigh of relief. It hit you that he must have imagined you had some expectation of him or maybe he’d had been expecting more of you. All of your worries had been in a general sense that you didn’t even consider being worried about anything happening at the moment.

It also seemed you’d forgotten that you weren’t the only person in the room. All your thoughts and feelings had been about you. What you were doing. How wrong you were for doing this. What you were risking. For a while you’d forgotten that, as nonchalant as he was being, Seunghyun was invested in this too. He also had feelings, he too had something to lose.

The whole time you hadn’t even thought about whether or not the sex would actually be any good. You had only been thinking about how you wanted to have it and how it was wrong to want it. With a deep breath you decided to be present. It was too late to take back so you might as well make it worth it.

You moved your hands over his shoulders to hold the back of his neck and leaned in. It felt intimate, but not uncomfortable, to kiss him like this. His hands had been on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles on the skin of your hips. You left a little moan against his lips before pulling away.

Your hands dragged down his chest, “You have to tell me what you like, okay? I want you to feel good.”

At that he smirked, “No complaints so far. We could get this sweater off of you though, don’t you think?”

You grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it over your head so that you were naked except for your underwear. Seunghyun's hands moved from your hips up your sides until they were cupped underneath your breasts. He pulled you forward, wrapping his lips around one of them. He let out a moan so animalistic your whole body seemed to react, tense with excitement. Your fingers gripped his hair as he kissed and sucked at the skin of your chest.

After several minutes he pulled back, his lips looking exceptionally pink and pillowy. Leaning back, your hands gripped his knees as you kept going, rolling your hips back and forth, around in a circle. Your head rolled back, pleased by the feeling, but you needed more.

“Touch me.” You demanded.

Seunghyun sat up from where he’d been resting against the pillows. His narrow fingers moved from your hips, over your skin. They moved up your stomach to tease your breasts and back down your sides. His hands moved up your back and pulled you forward so he could bury his face against your warm skin. He licked and nibbled at your breasts again. His mouth moved all over your skin until he found a soft spot he liked at your clavicle.

One of your arms wrapped around his shoulder, the other one still offering you leverage. After a few minutes of being suffocated by your skin he threw his head and gasped. He watched you as you rode on top of him while he caught his breath. Ending up catching his second wind he gripped your hips once more and lifted himself up.

With an exhausted gasp you fell backwards onto the mattress and let your eyes move over him. Kneeling between your legs he grabbed the elastic waistband of your panties and pulled them from your legs tossing them off the bed into the dark of the room. Then you watched as he crawled his way on top of you.

Until then you’d just been enjoying yourself but you realized from the look on his face that he was after something, though you weren’t sure what it was exactly. He tried every position he could think of and you allowed him to move you in every which way, hoping to help him find what he was looking for. Your legs over his shoulders, your legs practically over your own shoulders. On your side, on your stomach, on your back. You half worried he’d ask you to get on your head. It wasn’t bad by any means, but not knowing what he needed from you was taking you out of it.

“Am I doing something wrong?” You asked as he moved himself back into a more traditional missionary position. His whole body stilled at the question.

“Not at all.” He panted, “Am I? Is this not as good as I thought it was?”

“No!” You tried to assure him as you watched his shoulders drop. “No, Tabi. It’s great. You’re great! It just seemed like you weren’t getting what you needed.”

“I want to make you cum.” He said bluntly.

“I want you to make me cum too.” You grinned.

“Am I even close?” He asked, “You came so easy for Jiyong that night….I thought I could do it too.”

“Well sure he did but we’ve never done this before, you and I. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“Tell me what he would do.”

“Um, well,” You racked your brain trying to think about what Jiyong would be doing. “First off all he’d move. He’d get going on the stroke game.”

“Right.” Seunghyun nodded and slowly started to ease himself in and out of you once more. Finally, it felt like he’d remembered he knew what he was doing.

“See that feels good already. Fuck that feels really good.” You moaned and it seemed to please him. “Then he would…touch me, kiss me , he’s big on affection. It’s okay if you’re not, but it’s what he does.”

“I am not opposed to kissing you.” He laughed as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against your lips and then your cheek and your neck. He sucked gently on your skin and then murmured, “I can feel your heartbeat on my lips.”

“Oh,” you groaned against his ear, “keep fucking. Just like that. I’m gonna cum for you.”

When he moved his mouth back to yours, tongue moving between your lips to massage yours, you slipped your hand down your body. It moved all the way down your stomach until your fingers reached between your thighs. It seemed the vision of you touching yourself did more for him than either of you expected. He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead into your shoulder to look down at where your bodies were colliding.

“Are you close?” He asked, his face contorting slightly, “Fuck I’m gonna cum. Are you… fuck...cummi-.”

His hips pumped into you in spurts as he came and you weren’t entirely sure what to say. He collapsed on the bed beside you. With a sigh he reached down to take the condom off. Your teeth dug into your lip as you watched him move off the bed. He walked through the cabin to the restroom where he tossed the used condom and washed off. Then he made his way back to the bed.

“You came right?” He asked. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Yeah,” you smiled over at him, and then waited a moment just watching his glistening chest rise and fall. “I’m gonna go wash off in the shower. I’ll be right back.”

The water took a minute to heat up. While it did you spent the time staring at yourself in the mirror, every inch of you, until the steam finally hid you away. You weren’t sure why but you expected yourself to look different. For your skin on the outside to look as diseased and disgusting as you felt inside. The worst part was that you wouldn’t take it back. You hoped now that it was done you’d be able to let it go. You’d be able to let Seunghyun and all of your unspoken desires of him fall at your feet and move on.

Truthfully you weren’t even that upset you didn’t get off. It felt like not getting your orgasm was appropriate. It was your penance for cheating on Jiyong. It was God or the universe's way of telling you what a terrible person you were and that you’d made a mistake.

You picked your phone up from the counter and pressed the green button for your favorite contact. It didn’t surprise you when he didn’t pick up.

“Hey you, I’m sure you’re asleep. Actually, I hope you’re asleep. I know we talked earlier but I just can’t stop missing you. I thought maybe it would be nice for you to wake up with a voicemail from me confessing how in love with you I am. If this weekend has taught me anything it’s that I love you more than I ever imagined. So good morning beautiful man. I love you and I can’t wait to see you later.”

Hanging up the phone you had, for the time being, satisfied the urge to be the best, most supportive, most loving girlfriend Jiyong ever knew. He could never know why but he’d benefit every day from the aching guilt boiling up inside of you.

Back in the bedroom it looked like Seunghyun had nodded off. Wrapped up in a towel, you quietly searched the dark floor for your clothes. You found the abandoned sweater and your underwear. Though wearing them seemed dirty, so you opted to just wear the shorts you’d worn the night before without them.

Once dressed you washed off your panties in the sink and laid them out by the heater before climbing into bed. You were surprised when you felt Seunghyun move behind you. His arm eased over your body, around your waist and his nose tucked into the warmth of your neck.

“What are we supposed to do now?” You muttered, cheek against the warmth of your pillow.

“I don’t know,” his voice was so low you could feel it vibrate against your back. “I don’t want to worry about it right now. We can figure it out in the morning.”

-

The morning came sooner than either of you would have preferred. It felt like you’d only gotten an hour or two of sleep before the sun was blasting its way through the windows and you could no longer keep your eyes shut. Seunghyun seemed to be having an easier time of it so you carefully removed yourself from the bed and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. While the liquid magic began to brew you went back in the room to grab your phone off the charger and your clothes.

After you’d gone to the restroom and changed back into your clothes from the first day you felt anxious and ready to get back home. Leaning over the counter with your fresh cup of coffee you opened your phone and were treated with an adorable selfie from your blushing boyfriend who had been laying in bed still when he took it. Along with that was a message that said while he loved waking up to your voicemail he preferred waking up to you. The message filled you with so much joy you stared at it for nearly thirty whole minutes until Seunghyun came out from the bedroom.

“Good morning.” He offered up with a yawn.

He was fully dressed as well, back in his suit from days before. He looked ready to go home as well.

“Morning.” You smiled as you finally put your phone down.

“Did the front desk call yet with an update?”

You watched him move around the small kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. “Nope. Nothing yet, unless we both missed it.”

“I’ll give them a call after some coffee.”

He leaned against the counter with his mug at his lips and you watched his eyes move over you. You knew he was thinking about it. Thinking about you and what you’d done. The way his gaze burned into you, it had you thinking about it too.

It was supposed to be over, you thought it was over. With the exception of the guilt you’d felt you’d gone to bed feeling like you’d satiated your urges. And you’d woken up feeling even better. You were ready to go home and be done with it. Your head had been so clear. Looking at Seunghyun now, however, had your mouth watering which made no sense to you. It hadn’t even been as mind blowing as you’d expected.

“I love Jiyong.” You didn't know why you felt like you’d needed to confess it to him. You’d hoped he already knew.

“I never said you didn’t.” He shook his head, “I love him too. He's my best friend.”

“Okay, so we can agree, this has to stop?” You asked, “You’ll have to stop.”

“Stop what?” He scowled into his coffee cup.

“Looking at me like that.”

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like you’re thinking about fucking me.”

“Oh.” He rolled his eyes, “But it’s fine for you to look at me like that? I can’t just stop looking at you like that, y/n, because I can’t just stop thinking about it. I can hear the way you moan my name echo through my head. Jesus, I can still feel you pulsing around my cock. And I don’t want to just let it go. I’m not ready to let it go. I still want more.”

“Whatever happened between us, it can not leave this cabin. Do you understand me?” You asked as he moved around the counter towards you.

“Fine,” he stepped a little bit closer, leaning into you, “then give me one more time before we leave and it’s over.”

“Seunghyun-“

“Just let me taste you. I never got the chance to taste you.” He whispered against your ear, his hands moving up the backs of your legs.

You gulped, “Then we’re done.”

“Then we’re done.” He agreed.

He kissed just beneath your ear and you let out an exasperated sigh. His fingers undid the buttons of your blouse while his lips stayed against your skin. Moving down your neck to your chest and then trailing down your stomach until he was kneeling in front of you leaving kisses along your waist.

Lip snug between your teeth you watched his fingers make quick work of unfastening your pants, and pulling them down your thighs. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips against your soft bare skin. With his hands on your ass he pulled you forward, burying his face in you.

He hummed something satisfactory as you felt his tongue move through you. Leaning back you gripped the edge of the counter. Your toes curled against the hardwood floor. His fingers felt so good inside of you, just like they had the day before.

“God, I could eat you for breakfast every morning.” He mumbled, leaning back on his heels, his face glistening with you already. “You taste so good.”

“You can’t,” you gasped and then out a little moan, “Just today.”

“I know.”

He dipped his tongue back into you for another taste. Your knees grew weak and your body sank down onto him. Seunghyun lifted your trembling leg over his shoulder, bearing most of your weight as you crumbled for him.

“I’m gonna cum.” You groaned, after a few minutes had passed, your thighs tightening against his cheek.

He kept going. His mouth licking and sucking, his fingers curling inside of you. He didn’t stop until your legs gave out and he was the only thing keeping you off the ground.

Waiting until after your legs had gained back a little of their stability Seunghyun pushed himself up to his feet. He moved his fingers over your shoulders, watching as the fabric of your blouse slipped down your arms.

“Turn around.” He commanded, “Bend over the counter for me.”

Still catching your breath you did as you were told. With very little warning he’d sunk himself deeply inside of you. He started slow, easing in and out as he trailed intimate little kisses up your spine and across your shoulders.

“You like that don’t you, baby?”

“Yes. Ohh. I love it.”

“You love it when I fuck you?” He asked, picking up speed.

“Yes!”

He reached his arm around you, lowering his hand between your thighs to find your clit, “Do you love the way my cock feels?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” You moaned,

You were close, you could feel it. Your head was in an absolute daze but there was still a part of you that was still very aware. You couldn’t understand right away what was so different. Why was this so much better than the night before?

Suddenly it hit you, the night before Seunghyun had been trying to give you something he thought you wanted. He had been so gentle, wanting to make love rather than give you what you’d always imagined having with him. Which was this, to just be fucked.

With one hand still between your thighs Seunghyun’s other hand got a grip of your hair and pulled you back towards his chest.

“Do you love me?” He asked, the bass of his voice vibrating across your overstimulated skin.

“Yes!” You cried, the only thing on your mind was that you were seconds away from your orgasm.

“I love you too.” He muttered before latching his mouth to your neck.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, fingers clutching the countertop with everything you had. “Yes! That’s it, oh…oh…right there! Seunghyun! Fuck!”

His fingers continued to circle your clit until your legs were shaking, knees turned completely to jello, and you were dependent on the counter to keep you upright. You’d been far too dazed from your own to even notice if Seunghyun had reached his climax.

He kissed you all along your naked back, “I knew you didn’t cum last night. I had to make it up to you.”

“Well, you definitely did that.” You said breathlessly.

So much for God and the universe trying to give you a punishment for your wrong doings. And it seemed it wasn’t that you and Seunghyun were incompatible either. Apparently the night before had only been so underwhelming because both of you were stunted by your own expectations. A fluke. Knowing that now didn’t help you at all. In fact you wished you’d never found out, it would only make things harder, you’d have more to figure out.

You jumped slightly at the sound of knocking on the door. That must have meant the snow had been cleared.

“Go get cleaned up.” He said, zipping his pants back up. “Sounds like it’s time to go home”.

You cleaned up for the last time in the cabin's little bathroom. When you were done you checked and double checked that you had everything in your work bag. Your laptop, all of your papers, and your chargers. While he went outside to warm up the car and clea the snow from the windows, you packed up the remaining souvenirs, snacks, and the last of Seunghyun’s wine. After putting the bags in the backseat you looked over the roof of the car at him.

“Are we good?” you asked.

“We’re good.” he said and then in an instant his teeth were chewing on his lip. He looked like he was thinking about something and you weren’t sure you wanted to ask but you did anyway.

“But?” you asked, “Looks like there's a but somewhere in there.”

“I don’t think I can leave it here.” he admitted, “We need to talk about what happened, and what it means for us going forward.”

“I-” you sighed, you knew he was right but you had no idea what you would even say at this point.

“We don’t have to do it right now. We can take the ride home to think about it, maybe take a couple days to think about it before either of us makes any rash decisions. I just don’t think that I can’t let it go as easily as I thought, and we should consider a conversation.”

You nodded in agreement. “Okay. That sounds fine. It’ll be good for us to think about it, to talk about it. As long as we’re okay.”

He assured you again that the two of you were fine and then ducked into the driver’s seat. You eased yourself down into the passenger seat and put on your seatbelt. Seunghyun set the radio and then put the car in gear before driving down the drive to the main road. He didn’t say anything and neither did you but when he held out his hand to you, you placed your hand in his. You tried not to think too hard about what it meant, but there wasn’t much else to concern yourself with. As the drive continued on you wondered if you were both on the same page. Or if maybe one of you had taken this weekend to mean more than it did to the other.

The further the car got from the cabin the further away you felt from Seunghyun. It was a subtle and unintentional separation. The two of you had gone from holding hands to having your hands in your laps until finally you leaned against the passenger side door as if your body couldn’t get far away enough.

When the city came into view neither of you spoke, not that you’d been saying much before that anyway. It was so quiet and so tense. You could just feel that whatever had happened between the two of you was over. You didn’t have to worry about some long process of figuring anything out, it figured itself out for you. There had been magic in the cabin, or it had been some alternate universe. You’d forgotten briefly who you were. There had to be an excuse for what had happened. A reason that every feeling you had, that caused you to make the choices you did, had melted away like the snow.

As Seunghyun pulled the car up to the private entrance of Jiyong’s building you could see him standing there looking anxious as he waited. Any confusion or uncertainty you thought you felt was gone. Every muscle in your body was screaming to be near him. Your heart was racing and your foot tapped unrelentingly as you became more and more impatient.

“There’s my girl!” Jiyong shouted as you jumped from the vehicle the second it stopped, his face beamed with a smile.

Dropping your bag on the ground you ran over to him. You couldn’t help but match his smile with your own. You thought you had missed him but apparently the distraction of your time spent with Seunghyun kept you from realizing just how much. A happy giggle escaped your lips as he wrapped you up tight in his arms.

“Mmm.” He hummed, tickling your neck, “I missed you, beautiful.”

“I missed you too.”

“You sound surprised.” He pulled back, just barely, just enough to kiss you.

“No! Not at all. Why would you even say that?” you asked, clearly panicked.

“I’m joking,” he laughed, “I know you missed me too. I’m still never letting you go anywhere without me again.”

As proof of his statement, with his arms still tightly wrapped around your waist, he started walking back towards the car where Seunghyun was waiting with your other bag. You laughed as you stumbled over your own feet trying to walk with him, albeit backwards.

“Hey, thanks for taking care of her.” Jiyong said, patting Seunghyun on the shoulder. “I mean that, thank you for keeping her safe. I was worried but it would have been worse if I didn’t know she had you there.”

“Of course.” Seunghyun gulped as he looked down at you and you had to look away, the guilt of everything starting to flood through you once more.

“Seriously, if you ever need anything let me know. I owe you.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” He shrugged.

“It was to me.” Jiyong looked at you with a smile. “I love this girl. She’s everything.”

“Yeah.” Seunghyun agreed quietly, “She’s pretty great.”

“Why don’t you park the car and come inside for a bit? We’ll have a beer and you can tell me about your crazy weekend.”

“No. I mean I’d love to but I really need to get home. Some other time.”

“Of course. I’ll see you at work then.” Jiyong turned and kissed your cheek. “I’ll get your bags for you, baby.”

“Thank you.” You said giving his arm a light squeeze. “I’ll be right there.”

You waited until Jiyong was out of earshot and then looked back at Seunghyun with a small smile, “So you’re right. I think we should talk.”

“Now I’m not so sure. I think I’d rather not.” He smiled back, “I think I know what you’re going to say. What you’ve decided. I’d rather not hear it just yet. If it’s all the same to you.”

“I'm sorry, Seunghyun.”

“Nope.” He shook his head, “Not now. Later.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “We’ll talk later.”

“I’ll see you around.”

Standing on the sidewalk you watched as he ducked into the driver’s seat of his car. You stood there long enough to watch his car all the way to the end of the drive and pull onto the main road. It was then you heard Jiyong’s voice calling you from the door. You smiled before turning towards him and hurrying up the walkway to be with him. He carried your bags in one hand and threw his free arm around your shoulder. You were happy with your decision. For now at least it felt like things were going to go back to normal. Everything would be fine.