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Detective Lee

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! First of all, Happy Dami Day! I’ve been waiting for this day so I can release my pride and joy of a fic that I’ve been holding back for a month or two. I hope you enjoy this, and let me know how you like it! I enjoy reading the feedback and asks you send me about fics! :) Also, this is a long one, so grab a drink and something to eat if you’re going to read this in one go.

WARNING: This fic is VERY LONG (21.9k words to be exact) so this may crash your app if you’re a mobile user. I’d recommend viewing this fic on a computer or a mobile browser.

TW: A bit of Gahdong and a lot of Suayeon, Suayeon angst, SuA and the reader get into it for a hot minute but then they make up, alcohol, plenty of food mentions, 17th/18th century AU with a bit of period-relevant misogyny, the romance may be a bit cringe, reader has MAJOR mommy issues (same tbh), missing parent trope, based on Enola Holmes 1 + 2 since I’m obsessed with those movies, this fic is completely self-serving and I’m not sorry about that :D

Summary: (Lord help me how do I summarize 21.9k words into two sentences-) A detective’s first case always leaves a mark on them. Dami’s first case involves chasing down a mysterious individual that’s consumed her waking nights and days, and the completion of this case leads to a sequence of events that even the great Detective Lee could not predict.

♡ Masterlist ♡

"Be careful around those Lee girls, Y/N-ah, because they, along with their mother, are nothing but trouble! Don't let those Kim girls influence you too much either because I do not trust them as far as I could throw them." Your mother scolds you as you readjust your outfit.

"Yes, mother. Would you like to criticize anything else about me and the company I keep?" You harshly say before backing away from the mirror.

"You could use a haircut." She blankly says as you sigh deeply.

"I think you know where I am headed, mother. I will be home before dark." You tell her before grabbing your satchel along with the handheld mirror that your father gave you before his disappearance a few years ago.

Oh Father, you have no idea how much I miss you… Mother does too, but her way of showing it is much different than mine.

"Do not let Kim Bora ruin that outfit of yours!" She yells as you open the door to your family home.

"I will sow it back up if anything happens to it." You reassure her before heading outside.

"And if Lee Siyeon tries to make any moves on you, you tell her that she can-"

You sigh before slamming the door behind her.

Maybe that will give her my true opinion on her nagging.

You hike up the bottom of your outfit before running along the dirt road that leads from your house to the main path that connects the country homes to the city. Along that main path was the Kim residence, where you met up with SuA nearly every day.

You'd usually head into town together, arm-in-arm in order to discourage suitors from trying anything. Today, however, SuA had told you that she planned on visiting the Lee residence, or rather, planned on trying to woo her way into the Lee residence.

Despite what your mother thought, the Lee family was very private. Besides an occasional carriage, no one really came in or out of the giant mansion that the three girls and their mother lived in. This had caused many rumors to float around about the four residents, which you and SuA had been eavesdropping on while in town.

Their mother, Mrs. Lee, had the most interesting rumors by far. People had constantly been gossiping about her husband, since he hadn't been seen in the city in years. There were rumors of a mistress that had taken his attention, or maybe he worked overseas and sent money to his family in order to support them. Some even assumed her to be mad since she had some radical views for such a time period. You doubted that rumor since her kindness could be seen through her many donations to the city and its welfare.

Lee Siyeon had captured SuA's curiosity the most, and you didn't blame her. Siyeon was the resident who made the most appearances by far. She was a charmer, which had rumors of witchcraft floating about every time she came into town. Her wink had once sent a woman into cardiac arrest, but that was just a coincidence in your mind. SuA had tried to capture Siyeon's attention multiple times, and succeeded once on your most recent trip into town. A kiss on the hand and sweet promises had put SuA into a spell, which was the main cause for today's outing.

Of course, you couldn't mention Lee Siyeon without bringing her main accomplice, the youngest sibling, into the picture. While Lee Siyeon was dignity and grace personified, Lee Gahyeon was the troublemaker of the family. Running through the stalls and grabbing whatever she fancied was a favorite pastime of hers. Most let her get away with it because, like her sister, she had a charming smile and a way with words that would bend anyone to her beck and call. You and SuA had bumped into her once while she was running away, and you helped Gahyeon up as SuA distracted the guard chasing after her long enough for the young girl to make a quick escape.

Lee Yubin was the girl that not even the gossiping townspeople could figure out. She made less public appearances than her mysterious mother, which had people assuming that the middle Lee sibling was most likely dead, or had gone off with her father to god-knows-where. Although Siyeon and Gahyeon were quick to correct anyone who called her Yubin since she preferred the name Dami, or at least, that's what you heard from other people.

The dirt road that you were following quickly swallowed your small home up as you glanced behind you.

Thank goodness Mother is not following me… but I should keep moving because I don't want to be late again.

You cringe at the thought of another lecture from SuA as you pick up the pace. The spring weather was pleasant enough for you to admire the scenery as you turn onto the main road.

You don't have to think as your feet have memorized the path to the Kim household.

You might not have known much about the Lee sisters, but your mother was right about the Kim sisters: they were nothing but trouble.

Kim Minji was the ringleader, although she managed to talk her way out of most of the trouble that she dragged her sisters into. You heard from SuA that lots of suitors would come knocking on the family's door because Minji had been described as the most beautiful girl in the world. You'd definitely agree with them, but Minji has been like an older, wiser sister to you since you were younger.

Kim Yoohyeon was the youngest in the family, and her jokes and charm constantly captivated the younger gentlefolk in town. Since she was still finishing her studies, Yoohyeon had claimed that she was too preoccupied for a relationship, but you could've sworn that you once saw her sneaking into town with a rose in hand when you were walking home late at night.

Mr. and Mrs. Kim had become like a second set of parents to you, especially after your father disappeared from his business one night. Mr. Kim had a soft spot for you, and he'd teach you many of the activities and life lessons that your father missed out on. Mrs. Kim was a strong baker as well, and you were her favorite kid to test new recipes on.

"Hey, you are late!" A loud voice yells, and you turn your head towards the sound of her voice.

Ah, of course, how could I forget about my partner-in-crime?

Kim Bora, or SuA, as you often called her, had become synonymous with your name. Wherever one of you was, the other was just behind. Besides that, you and her didn't have much of a reputation in town. Sure, SuA got into the occasional scuffle with a drunk gentleman, but she was a good woman with a good heart.

You, however, knew a different version of SuA - the true version. She was loud and eccentric, and her scolding became a way to mock your overbearing mother. You were there for her nonetheless, as she was with you.

This, however, had led you to this moment, where you were wondering what exactly you were doing with SuA.

"Sorry, I got lost in thought while I was heading over here." You shyly admit as she scoffs.

"I can tell. You are still spaced out. Good thing I am here to bring you back!" She says as you smile at her enthusiasm.

"Are you sure you want to do this? We could get in serious trouble if we get caught sneaking into a much richer residence-"

"Oh, cut the bullshit, Y/N. We will be fine!" SuA pulls a piece of paper from her dress pocket before handing it to you. "Besides, who said that we were sneaking in?"

You unfold the crumpled paper before reading the words on the paper.

You have captivated me, like no other has before.

Would you do me the honor of joining me at my humble estate?

Best, L.S.

"That was short." You say before handing her the paper back. "Guess she is not much of a poet?"

"Not everyone can be like those romantics that you read about in novels!" She yells, and you don't cover your ears in time.

"Yeah, SuA, I know. I am still waiting for someone that is worth my time." You say after SuA takes your hand in hers. "Why do you want me to join you?"

"I need some emotional support." SuA softly whispers as the wind blows her dark brown hair. "Besides, are you not just a little curious if those rumors are true?"

"Okay, maybe I am… but I am not a gossip, I swear!" You plead your case as SuA pulls you down the road. "Hey, do not drag me down the road! I can walk by myself."

You brush off the dust on your outfit that SuA had left in her wake.

I wish I was as careless as she was…

"Walk faster, then. We do not have all day." She scolds you again as you chuckle and catch up with her pace.

"You've got this, SuA. You are as charming as they come." You look over as she lets out a shaky breath.

"You think so?"

"Oh, no…" You pause as SuA looks at you with nervous eyes, "I know so."

You yelp after she smacks on the shoulder.

"Yah, you are so mean to me!"

You both look up at the large metal gate that keeps you and SuA from entering the Lee mansion.

"This was such a bad idea… why did you encourage me to do this?" She accuses you as you gasp in response.

"Me!?!? You were the one who wanted to come here. You dragged me along to go on your romantic escapade, and now I am making you go through with it." You firmly say as she tightly grips onto your arm.

"But whyyyy~" She whines, and you sigh.

"You will complain if we do or do not go in, and I would rather you have regrets over bad memories than 'what-ifs'." You nod towards the gate as SuA looks away from you. "Besides, someone is unlocking the gate right now."

She yelps as you watch a man unlock the gate and open it for the both of you.

"You are SuA, and her guest, correct?" He says, and you nod on SuA's behalf.

"Allow me to welcome you to the Lee residence." He quickly locks the gate behind you and SuA, and you stare at the wonderland of apple trees and rose bushes in front of you. "I will escort you to the residential section of the property."

"There is more than one part of the property??" You whisper to SuA as she lets go of her death grip on your arm.

"Yeah, they're rich-rich. Did you not know this?" SuA softly chuckles as you shake your head. "You are so naive that it is cute."

She pats your head, and you huff as the two of you walk towards the giant mansion in the distance.

"Excuse me, sir, how long have the Lee's occupied this home?" You ask, and the man thinks for a moment before answering.

"I have had the pleasure of serving three generations of this wonderful family, so I would say that it has been a long, long while." He laughs to himself. "Although the children have been in more trouble now, I can remember seeing the Mistress of the house running around these halls as a child herself."

"You are a loyal butler, I can tell." You say, and you see him crack a quick smile before returning to a stoic expression.

"This family has been nothing but good to me. I have no complaints at all." He says before stopping at the entrance of the mansion. "This is your stop, Ms. Kim. May I escort you inside?"

SuA nervously gulps as you squeeze her arm in reassurance.

"I would like that."

She quickly lets you go before taking the arm of the butler. He walks a few steps forward before turning back to you.

"Oh, and if you would like, there are more apple trees around the back of the property. They look quite pretty this time of year." He smiles at you, and you offer a small one back.

"I might just have to check it out, then." You say as you watch SuA and the butler walk into the house.

She's charming in her own respect, and I know she can handle her own. I just hope this works out for her since I want to see her happy.

You know that SuA will no't want to make this encounter quick, so you decide to follow the butler's directions and head around the back of the mansion.

Wow… this place is so scenic and wondrous… I wouldn't want to leave if I lived here either!

Apple trees were randomly scattered around the back, as if they were trying to direct you to something that was beyond comprehension. If you were younger (and braver), you'd climb one of those trees, but your balance isn't as good as it used to be, plus your mother would kill you if you managed to put yourself in harm's way while out with SuA.

She'd kill me if she knew that I was here, so it doesn't really matter anyways.

The daylight only enhances the beauty of the backyard, so you quickly find yourself exploring as if you had become a child again. You weaved through the trees, and you might have stolen an apple to snack on, but who would notice when there was a full forest of apples ripe for the picking?

After finishing the apple, you toss it aside before placing your hand on one of the trees.

Nature really is a modern wonder… I can't believe people would rather spend time in the city than be out here.

You pause after you spot another figure resting against a tree that was just a bit too far away for you to make out any of their features.

Maybe it's a servant taking a break? I wouldn't mind doing that if I worked here.

You sneak closer before ducking behind a nearby tree.

I hope they didn't see me!

You spare a glance, but you find yourself gawking at the stranger as you realize that a beautiful woman is resting against the tree while writing in a brown journal.

Oh my goodness…

Her soft brown hair carelessly floats in the wind, as if that's where it naturally belongs. Occasionally, she brushes a piece of it out of her face or mouth before continuing to write. Circular glasses frame her small face and deep brown eyes.

She scrunches her nose when she vigorously crosses out something in the book before continuing to write in ink. She does pause to admire the scenery, and to dip her quill in the ink pot that is balanced on a couple of books that are sitting next to her.

The white blouse that she's wearing is slightly unbuttoned, and her brown pants are stained with a mixture of dirt and grass. Her messy appearance would give the notion of improperness, but the way she rolls her shoulders back and calmly breathes when frustrated with something in the journal tells you that she's as refined as they come.

Mother did say that money can't buy class, but she seems to be doing just fine as is.

She looks up again, and this time, she looks in your direction. You gasp before trying to hide behind a tree.

"Is someone there?" She softly calls out as you hear shuffling from behind you. "Are you lost?"

You remain quiet in the hope that she'll just forget about you, but the footsteps continue to approach until they stop. You guess that she's just a foot or two from the tree that you're using as cover, and the volume of her sigh is enough to prove your point.

Your heart pounds, deep and heavy, inside of your chest. A million possibilities run through your mind, but the one that comes from her lips doesn't cross your mind at all.

"Gahyeon, if that is you, can you please stop spying on me? I told Mother that I like to be left alone." She waits for a moment before letting out another sigh. "Or, at least, can you tell Siyeon to stop asking me about a suitor? I am busy trying to start a detective agency, and I don't need any distractions."

Detective agency, huh? So, that's what the middle Lee sister has spent her time doing here… it's ambitious, but I like it.

You wait for Dami to walk a few steps away, and then you call out to her.

"You should start that detective agency. The city could use someone that is looking out for the people who are too busy to watch their own backs."

"Who are you?" She asks before turning around.

"Wait," You say while continuing to hide behind the tree, "do not come any closer."

"Why not?"

A devious idea forms in your head.

"Every great detective has to solve the first mystery, right? That mystery that launches them into the rest of their career."

"I don't think I understand what you are saying… do you require my help?" She gently asks, and your heart softens at the selflessness in her voice.

"No, Dami, not in that way. Your first mystery is to find who I am… if you want to, of course." You tease while still offering her an out.

The silence is unbearable until Dami begins to speak again.

"I am interested… do I have any clues to work with, or am I just supposed to listen to the sound of your melodic voice?"

You laugh before smacking a hand over your mouth.

"Nevermind… I think I just got one." You hear her run off before quickly returning.

You wait before hearing the sound of her writing in the journal as you try to keep your cool.

"Easily charmed, and a sweet laugh… is there anything else I should add to this list?"

Your face heats up at her words, but you push down the flustered emotion inside of you in order to tease her just a little more.

"My friend is interested in being courted by Siyeon." You say, and Dami laughs.

"That really narrows it down."

"Well, detective, have you figured it out yet?" You sweetly ask.

"Not yet, but I do have a lead to chase."

You laugh again before slowly backing away from the tree.

"The game is afoot, Dami… I look forward to hearing from you again."

You don't bother to hear what she says next as you, as quietly as possible, escape into the maze of apple trees.

You retrace your steps, and you find yourself in front of the mansion as SuA exits the manor with a big grin on your face.

"How did it go?" You excitedly ask as she gives you a big hug.

"I think she is the one… I am being serious, you know." SuA looks in your eyes, and you give her a warm smile.

"I am glad to hear that, SuA."

"What about you? You did not just stand out here all by yourself, did you?"

"No…" You bite your lip as you think back to your encounter with Dami. "I just got myself into a good sort of trouble, as you would expect."

"You are being mysterious… I like it!" She cheerfully says. "C'mon, let us go home before your mom hates me for the rest of our lives."

"I hate to break it to you, SuA, but she already does not like you."

"Damn it."

"You are not going into town like that, you-"

"I will see you when it gets dark, Mother." You darkly say before grabbing the satchel and stuffing the handheld mirror in your bag.

Father, wherever you may be, give me the strength to deal with your horrible taste in women.

"Do not be seen with that Kim-"

"Oh, hush, Mother!" You scold her for the first time, and the surprise in her eyes is enough to motivate you to leave the house immediately.

I've never done that before… it felt kind of good, to be honest.

You nearly smack into SuA as she pulls you down your porch and down the dirt road.

"What are you-"

"We are going into town right now! There's something that you've got to see!" She yells, and you flinch as her voice reverberates in your ears.

"I can hear you quite fine from here, SuA-"

"Lee Dami made an appearance in town!"

You pause in the middle of the road, and SuA huffs before trying to pull you along again. You're like a dead weight at the bottom of the lake, or a sturdy oak in a strong windstorm, and you refuse to move as you comprehend the words that just came out of her mouth.

"I beg your pardon, Bora, can you repeat yourself?" You ask in disbelief as SuA stops trying to pull you for a moment.

"Lee Dami is out with her sisters in town, but trust me, it gets better! I heard from Minji, who heard it from that cute florist that she is looking for a suitor who came to visit her yesterday."

You cough as you try to hide your shock.

"Oh my… I hope the fruits of her labor are merry." You softly say as SuA squeezes your hand.

"You know we can gossip and walk, right?"

You shake the nerves out of your system as you nod and begin to walk alongside SuA.

"Yeah, I know." You observe the afternoon sun, high in the sky, before directing your attention to SuA. "What happened between you and Siyeon yesterday?"

"Oh, you would not believe me if I told you! It would seem like something out of your fantasy books." She softens as she recalls the memory. "We had a good, long chat about the future and what we are both looking for. She says that she is open to courting, but Siyeon wants to explore the world a little more before settling down."

"How are you feeling about that?" You ask to keep yourself engaged in the conversation, and to keep your mind from wandering to her.

There's nothing to think about, and besides, you're the one who challenged her to this game. You should see if she's a good detective or not.

You smile to yourself as SuA begins to talk again.

Focus, Y/N! You can't be distracted around SuA, or she'll never let you live this down.

"I am actually okay with that. We still have a bit of our studies to finish before we can fully put ourselves out there, you know." She offers you a wink, and you scoff.

"It is bold of you to assume that someone has caught my heart." You say as SuA pokes your side. "Now, what was that for?!?"

She laughs after you hollered at her touch.

"You seem different from when I was with you yesterday. Who knows, maybe you snuck off with some gardener while I was talking to Siyeon yesterday…" She trails off while observing your reaction.

You try to remain stoic, but your hand shakes as you comb a piece of hair out of your face, and SuA yelps before pointing an accusing finger in your face.

"I KNEW IT!"

"SuA, please stop yelling. We are almost in the city." You point at the approaching tall buildings as you and SuA navigate to the side of the road in order to let a horse and carriage through.

"Okay, right, who was it? I need a name, address, family history if it was given, and-"

"SuA! Do you really think I know that information?" You ask before letting go of SuA's hand and folding your arms into your chest. "You are blowing this way out of proportion, plus you have not told me everything about your face-to-face meeting with Siyeon. Who knows what you two were doing behind closed doors?"

SuA sharply smacks your shoulder, and you yelp in pain as she turns her head away from you.

"How dare you accuse me of being improper! You know I am as proper as ladies come."

You try not to snort as you laugh.

"Good joke, SuA. I heard the taverns are looking for a jester, if you're interested."

SuA slaps your shoulder again, and you grumble this time as SuA defiantly sneers at you.

"Oh, you deserved that one."

"C'mon, we are not going to find Siyeon if we keep fighting like this." You say as SuA looks around like a lost puppy.

"Siyeon? Where is she?" She softly asks as you cackle.

"It appears you have fallen for another of my tricks."

You wink before running through the busy crowd of people in the city.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" She screeches before quickly chasing after you.

You laugh like a maniac as you listen to SuA's footsteps while running. She's still trailing behind you, by a far distance, but she'll catch you if you stop soon.

I know exactly where I'm gonna lead her.

You smirk as you continue to weave through people. Most let you through with a grumble, a chuckle, or a sweet smile. You reciprocate whatever they give you with whatever energy you have left before you take a sharp left into the business district.

The businessmen pay you no mind as you continue to run straight past them. You slow down as you see exactly what you're looking for.

It's the only tavern on this street, and Siyeon is known to frequent it. SuA'll thank me later.

You calmly walk into the bar, as if you're not sweating up a storm. You take a seat at the bar as a bartender approaches you.

"What can I get you?"

"A glass of water will be fine." You say between sharp inhales.

They chuckle before bringing you what you requested.

"Sounds like you need it. Do not work too hard, alright?"

"Trust me, I do not plan on doing so." You joke before nearly finishing the glass in one sip. "Thank you, by the way."

"It is no issue, alright? Let me know if you need a refill, or if you would like to order anything else." They say before walking over to a customer on the other side of the bar.

You relax as you enjoy the atmosphere of the bar, and shortly after, you hear SuA come clattering through the door like a tornado coming to wreck whatever was in its path. Unfortunately, for you, you're not a mighty oak in this scenario, but rather, you're a flimsy leaf that will be torn apart by the windstorm that the tornado creates.

SuA stomps over to you, and she opens her mouth to tear you and your dignity into pieces, but luckily for you, a savior with a blonde wolf-cut comes to your rescue.

"Ah, SuA, I did not know you went here!" Siyeon smiles before leaning against the bar.

"Oh, you know me, I visit this place all of the time!" She excitedly says before giving you a death glare while Siyeon isn't looking her way. "I did not know that you hung out near this part of the city."

"Yeah, I come here a lot too. It's a shame we have not run into each other more since this is my escape from the main part of the city." Siyeon sighs before taking a drink out of a small glass. "I do not mind the attention from time to time, but I would like to not be surrounded when I leave my house, you know?"

"Absolutely!" SuA cheerfully says. "Could you spare some time for a drink or two?"

"I would like that, but I would also like to know who your friend here is. You were the one who came with SuA to my home, right?"

"Oh, me?" You say, surprised that she even noticed you. "Yeah, I am. You take such good care of your property."

"I know. We are so lucky to have such a great team of gardeners and housekeepers. There's no way we could keep up with the maintenance without them." Siyeon smiles before taking another sip of her drink. "Would you like to join us?"

"Oh no, I would not want to be a bother-"

"Please join us, it would be my pleasure. If money is an issue, I can-"

"No, Siyeon, I have money. I would just rather observe than be involved in any antics, that is all." You say, and Siyeon nods.

"Excitement is not for everyone, I get it."

"Excitement is for me, however. What do you fancy, Siyeon?" SuA saddles up to Siyeon's side as you scoot into a chair farther away from the two of them.

"Well, besides you, I am a fan of scotch and beer."

"Oh, you flirt~" SuA playfully hits Siyeon's shoulder, and the other girl laughs before SuA lays her head on Siyeon's shoulder.

You finish your water as you smile at the two of them.

I guess that was one productive chat that they had…

The door to the bar opens again, and you sneak a quick glance at the pair who's entering.

Well, look who it is… I guess good things really do come in threes.

Gahyeon storms through the door so she can give Siyeon a surprise back hug, and Dami slides in with a slight smirk on her face.

You nervously bite your lip as you direct your attention back to Siyeon and SuA.

"Ah, Gahyeon, you came early." Siyeon chuckles before rubbing Gahyeon's hair. "This is SuA, the girl I invited to our home."

"Ah, it is great to meet you! Though, I swear, I think we have met before…" Gahyeon trails off before letting go of Siyeon.

"Yeah, I was one of the two people who helped to save your ass when you were running from the cops in the market." SuA jokes as the bartender hands her a glassful of some brown liquid.

"Gahyeon, did you get in trouble again?" Siyeon tuts before shaking her head. "You really are your mother's daughter."

Dami silently approaches behind before slipping between you and SuA.

Does she really have to position herself right there? Now I can't help but stare!

"You are surprised by this behavior, Siyeon? You know this is how she acts without a chaperone around." Dami mutters before readjusting her glasses.

"I do not need a chaperone!" Gahyeon huffs. "Besides, you're one to talk about behavior. You never leave the mansion… like you are some sort of shut-in!"

"I prefer my own company rather than the company of others. It is nothing personal to them." Dami shrugs before refusing the drink that the bartender offers. "No thank you, I only drink on special occasions."

"We have company around, you two." Siyeon gestures to SuA first before nodding at you. "Can you save the squabbling for home?"

"Fine." Gahyeon reluctantly agrees before turning to SuA. "You are so beautiful, by the way."

"Oh, thank you, but I think I am a little too old for you~" SuA teases as Gahyeon immediately backpedals.

"Wait, no, I did not mean it like that-"

"Aww, Gahyeon, you are trying to court someone who interests me? Well, as a big sister, it is my duty to fulfill your wishes above mine." Siyeon adds on as Gahyeon turns pink.

She squeals as Siyeon and SuA burst out laughing. You smile at the interaction before pulling something special from your satchel.

You lose your nerve a bit as your heart beats out of control, but Dami is so focused on the conversation going on next to you that you'd be surprised that she even noticed you at all. You feel yourself deflate at that revelation, but you shake off the feeling of rejection in order to give yourself courage for what's to come.

Just breathe, Y/N, and let your heart take control. You've got this, don't lose your cool.

You slip the bundle of calla lilies next to Dami as quickly and quietly as you can before slipping out of your barstool. No one notices you leaving until you hear Siyeon say something to Dami.

"Hey, when did those flowers get there?"

You escape from the building without hearing another whisper about what was going on inside of that bar.

"You have done so many favors for me that I'm not sure how I should pay you back." SuA mutters as you help set the table.

"Please do not mention it. I like being around you since you drive me less up-the-wall than my mother does." You chuckle to yourself before adjusting the position of the silverware on the table. "We did a good job. The house is spotless, and the dinner table looks great."

"I am going to take that as a compliment, whether you meant it that way or not."

You laugh before peeking your head into the kitchen.

"Do you need any help, Mrs. Kim?"

"No, I have it all handled. Everything has been prepared in advance. Thank you for the offer, though. I appreciate your willingness." Ms. Kim smiles when SuA walks into the kitchen. "Can you get your father from the backyard? I want him to be here when our guests arrive."

"Of course!" She smiles before leaving the room and the house.

"Thank you, again, for all you do for SuA and the rest of our family. I don't know how I can thank you more than I already have."

"Do not mention it, Ms. Kim. I just want what's best for SuA, that is all." You sweetly say as you hear a knock on the door. "Would you like me to get that?"

"Yes, please! I am still adding the finishing touches to the ham." She excitedly says as you head towards the front door.

You take a deep breath before opening the door.

Siyeon is the first person you see, and she offers you a warm smile.

"You look well. I have not seen you in a long time, so I feared that something may have happened to you." Siyeon admits as you place a hand on her shoulder.

"I appreciate the concern, but you need not worry about me. I am grown, you know, plus someone has to take care of SuA when you are not around."

Siyeon laughs as you allow her to enter the house.

"I promise to take good care of her, now and always."

Gahyeon is the next one who comes out of the four-person carriage, and she offers you a toothy grin.

"You are the other person that was there when I was trying to get away from the police, right?"

You nod as she giggles to yourself.

"Thank you for helping me that day. Your kindness really influenced my decision-making from then on."

You raise an eyebrow at her, and she gives you a subtle wink before slipping inside of the house.

She's a sneaky fox, alright.

Mrs. Lee and Dami walk to the house arm-in-arm, and they both stop a foot away from you.

"Are you a member of the Kim family, or a servant, perhaps?" Mrs. Lee asks, and you shyly smile as your eyes focus on your feet instead of her.

"No, but I do know SuA quite well."

"She does have siblings, right?" You nod as you continue to look down. "You can make eye contact with me, dear, I do not bite."

You cover your face in order to hide your embarrassment as Dami sighs.

"Mother, I think you are going to scare them off."

"Oh, I am so, so sorry! Please excuse my forwardness, I did not mean to offend you."

"No, no, you are quite fine." You softly say before making eye contact with Ms. Lee and Dami.

See, you have not burst into flames! This is fine, you will be fine.

"The Kim sisters… well, Minji is studying abroad and Yoohyeon went to boarding school for the season, so it is usually just SuA and her parents here." You explain as Ms. Lee nods.

"A home is only a house when everyone is gone, right?"

"Mother, you are speaking in riddles again…" Dami gently warns as Ms. Lee shakes her head.

"Ah, what was I thinking? You have not met Dami yet, have you?" She lets go of Dami's arm before giving her an encouraging smile. "I will let you two chat since it would be rude of me not to introduce myself to SuA's parents, given the matter we are discussing."

You look at Ms. Lee with confusion as you let her walk past you.

I'm not going to even ask about that one since I'm not sure I want to even know.

"Ah, I know your name, but you have not a clue about who I am." You quickly introduce yourself as a small smile spreads across her face.

"Do not feel the need to be so formal around me. I like to keep up appearances for my mother's sake. She has enough trouble on her hands with Gahyeon and Siyeon, not including her own struggles." Dami says before offering you her arm. "Will you show me around the property? I would love to see this place through someone else's eyes."

"I would be pleased to do so." You quickly take her arm before leading her around the back to admire SuA's backyard.

A few rose bushes and a couple of small trees dot the backyard, but the main attraction is the mighty oak that rests directly in the middle of the backyard.

I remember when SuA and I used to climb that thing as kids, when we were less afraid of being hurt… those were simpler times, for sure.

"Do you live around here?"

"Yeah, just down the road." You bite your tongue in an effort to keep the words from spilling past your lips like a broken faucet.

"I apologize for my lack of manners, but may I ask you a question?" Dami suddenly says, and your feet pause along with any sort of coherent thought.

"I see no issue with curiosity." You say after mentally scrambling to figure out what to say.

"Do you admire flowers past their physical form?"

"As in symbolism?" You ask for clarification, and she nods. "But of course! I like to read in my free time."

"You do?" She pauses for a moment as another smile graced her lips. "What do you like to read?"

"Oh no, my taste in books would bore you." You confess before Dami gently squeezes your arm.

You hate the way that your heart rate speeds up at such a simple touch, but you have to remain calm and focused in your efforts to not make a fool of yourself.

"Now you've only made me more curious." She says, and you laugh.

"Well, if you insist, but you must not be too surprised by anything I say." You let a smile rest on your face as you recall some of your favorite books. "I like to read a bit of everything, but romance is my favorite."

"A romantic, huh…" Dami softly says before mumbling something incoherent under her breath.

"You are not a fan of romance?" You cock your head at her, and she shakes her head.

"No, it is quite the opposite. I can be a bit too traditional when it comes to romance, I am afraid."

"And there is nothing wrong with that. Love is timeless and endless." You find yourself drifting into a dream world, but you quickly snap out of it. "Ah, I mustn't bore you with such chatter."

"I like discussing such topics with someone new. It keeps my mind fresh, plus Siyeon has not stopped talking about love since she became entranced with your friend." Dami admits, and you giggle.

"SuA does tend to have that effect on people. She is quite the charmer." You say with a dreamy smile. "I am envious of her at times, if I were to be honest."

"I would not doubt your abilities. You can hold a conversation well, and you manage to be captivating in your own right."

"Ah," You hide your face with one of your hands, "thank you for the flattery."

"No, I would be flattering you if I did not return these to you." Dami retrieves a bundle of dried calla lilies from her coat pocket before handing them to you.

Stunned, you look at her before carefully grabbing the flowers from her.

"How did you figure it out?" You mutter as Dami smiles a little wider.

"Well, I was clueless until you left me these flowers at the bar. After a few too many drinks, SuA was open to questioning, and she eventually, with her answers, led me to you." Dami explains as you nod along.

"That sounds like something SuA would say while drinking." A mischievous smile appears on your face. "So, detective, what is your next move since you have solved your first case?"

"For now, I will be working on my sleuthing, and I will be shadowing some of the greats as I chase after something I never knew that I needed." Dami looks at you with a soft tenderness in her eyes as you dare to ask the question that's sitting on the tip of your tongue.

"Oh, and what would that be?"

"You."

"You seem so star-struck… are you sure you are feeling alright? If you do not feel well, I can send word to your mother and I-"

You wave your hand before looking at Mrs. Kim.

"I am well, but my thoughts are a bit distracted at the moment… perhaps it's best for me to take my leave before I cause my mother any more worry." You gather your satchel before glancing around for SuA. "Where is SuA?"

"Oh, you did not hear, did you?" Mrs. Kim laughs to herself. "Siyeon asked SuA to enter a courtship with her."

"And?"

"She has not left her room since the Lee family has left."

You chuckle to yourself as Mrs. Kim cleans the final dish.

"Thank you again, Mrs. Kim. I appreciate the invite."

"Oh, you know you are always welcome around here!" She excitedly says before setting the last dish out to air-dry. "Besides, you seem to have taken a liking to one of the Lee girls as well, hm?"

"Ah!" You exclaim before covering your face. "Was I too obvious?"

"You both were. The subtle glances and hidden smiles… oh, the two of you reminded me of my husband and I before we began courting. You fancy her, right?" Mrs. Kim blankly asks as you uncover your mouth.

"I-...I do."

The words stumble out of your mouth as you admit to her, and to yourself, how deeply you were infatuated with Dami.

It was all going to come to a head sometimes. Why not let it be now?

"Oh, you and SuA are growing up far too quickly! I remember when you both were barely tall enough to reach the cookie jar on the counter…" Mrs. Kim giggles at the memory. "In all seriousness, that girl seems to be just right for you. Not too bold and exciting, but not too dry and dull, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, she is perfect."

"You should head home now, and I will tell SuA where you went. I think she just needs some time to… process everything." Mrs. Kim explains.

Yeah, well, she's not the only one in that situation.

"I will see you soon, Mrs. Kim. Thank you again." You say before placing a hand on the door.

"Oh, do not thank me at all! You are welcome here any time, plus we will see each other at the ball, no?"

"Ball? What ball?" You turn back to curiously gaze at Mrs. Kim.

"Oh, Mrs. Lee wanted to celebrate the courtship with a ball, and I agreed. It would be good for everyone involved, plus Minji and Yoohyeon will be home in time for it as well."

"Are you trying to marry off all of your daughters at once?" You laugh along with Mrs. Kim as she shyly nods. "You must like the idea of an empty nest."

"I want my girls to have the best life possible, and that applies to you as well. You're basically my child, whether or not your mother realizes it."

You hold back a chuckle before opening the door.

"See you soon, Mrs. Kim."

"I look forward to seeing you all dressed up in a fortnight!" Mrs. Kim calls out to you before you close the door and begin to make the trek home.

"You are not going to a ball, especially not looking like that-"

"What is it, Mother? Am I not to your standard of beauty?" You scoff before slipping your handheld mirror into a pocket that was built into your outfit. "I am taking my leave, no matter your opinion on me or my affairs."

"You will regret this! What if you end up like your father-"

"Do not speak of my father in such a tone!" You hiss at your mother, and she jumps back at your venomous words. "He was a good man, and if I am to be true to my vow of honesty, I see why he 'disappeared' from your icy glare and harshness towards others."

Your mother stands down for a moment before going back onto the attack.

"What if some suitor takes you away from me? What then?"

"I am not your property, Mother!" You scream before taking a few hurried steps towards the door. "Banish the thought from your mind, immediately, before this becomes the last moment that we spend together."

You do not bother to listen to her rebuttal as you slam the door shut behind you. The door creaks because of how much pressure you applied to it, but you continue to storm towards the carriage that SuA had prepared for the two of you.

The driver quickly steps down to let you in the carriage, and you slip in the empty seat as SuA stares at you with concern and sympathy.

"What did your mother say?"

"It does not matter, and I shall not let her ruin this night." You calmly say as the driver closes the door. "That shade of violet looks nice on you."

"Thank you! Siyeon suggested that I dress like royalty, since that is what I am to her."

You cringe at the statement as SuA laughs.

"I am glad that she has charmed you so much. You deserve someone who shall love you until the end." You pause as you hear a whip crack in the evening air, and you feel the carriage lurch forward after a moment of silence.

SuA nearly tumbles into you, but you catch her in your arms before she can harm herself.

"Thanks for that." She quietly says before staring out of the window. "Are you excited to see the inside of the mansion?"

"Yeah, it will definitely be an adventure." You mindlessly say as your mind drifts towards Dami, which seemed to be a common occurrence since your last meeting.

I wonder if she will make an appearance tonight… I certainly hope so because I would love the chance to speak with her again. She’s so different from everyone else, I… I don’t know what to say, really.

“Do you have someone to fill your dance card, or will you be floating around the entire night?” SuA nudges your shoulder as you shrug.

“We shall see where the night takes us.”

“Ah, so mysterious~ I love it! I am glad to see that you are open to courting.” SuA excitedly starts talking about potential suitors, which is when you mentally exit the conversation.

I am glad that SuA is getting the fairytale that she deserves… we all could use a break since life has felt so nonstop.

You admire the scenery that passes by before the carriage slows, which causes you to crash into SuA. She howls in pain as you grumble and rub your elbows, which had collided with her shoulder blades.

“Sorry, SuA, I did not mean to hurt you.” You softly apologize, and SuA mumbles a curse before looking at you.

“It is not your fault. The carriage driver is simply too reckless, and I can only hope that I have not been bruised.”

You laugh before opening the carriage door. You hop out and offer to help SuA out before the carriage driver can move from their post.

“Thank you!” She gives you a warm smile as she takes your arm.

You make sure that her long, lilac gown is fully out of the carriage before you wave the carriage driver off. They nod before taking off, and the two of you stare at the mansion for a moment before beginning to walk towards it.

You see Siyeon expectantly waiting at the front steps of the mansion, and she becomes visibly excited when SuA comes into her view. SuA blushes before waving, and you softly chuckle at the encounter.

“You two are adorable.” You mumble under your breath before SuA elbows your side. “Yah! Why was that necessary?”

“I swear,” SuA mumbles your full name under her breath before continuing on, “I will make your life miserable when I find out who has you so transfixed.”

“Well, it looks like you will be waiting for a long, long time.” You tease as Siyeon makes her way down the stairs to meet you and SuA at the bottom.

“I hate you.” SuA says at a soft volume before excitedly greeting Siyeon. “Siyeon~ How have you been?”

“I have been well, but I have missed you too much for my heart to handle.” Siyeon takes SuA’s free hand before kissing the back of it. “May I escort you inside?”

SuA squeals like a schoolgirl before letting go of you.

“Of course you can! Lead the way.”

The pair begin to idly chat before walking up the stairs and into the mansion. You admire them for a moment before heading into the mansion as well.

You thank the servant who opens the door for you as you gawk at the interior of the mansion.

Dear God, I do not think we could afford a single candle on the chandelier, let alone anything else in here.

Someone in the distance calls out your name, and a flash of black hair is enough for you to recognize them.

“Kim Minji!” You call out her name in response as she quickly makes her way towards you.

She offers you a warm embrace once she comes close to you, and you happily accept before she tightly squeezes you.

“You have no idea how much I missed you. The letters from my family were enough to tide me over, but it wounded me greatly to not know how my favorite sibling is doing.” She rubs your hair before smoothing it out. “How have you been? Everything seems to have changed so much since we last saw each other.”

“I have been well, Minji, although I missed you a lot more than I usually do. Have your studies been fruitful?” You ask as Minji hands you a drink. “Thank you. You seem to know what I need, and when I need it. I missed that part of you when you were gone.”

“Well, the institution has asked for me to come back for another semester, so I would say that I have done well.” Minji giggles as you clap for her achievements.

“I am so proud of you, Minji. I cannot wait to see what you have been working on. When will you be able to take your family, including myself, back there?” You take a drink as Minji sets her glass down.

“I have to have three semesters behind me in order to receive guests, so in a year’s time, you will be traveling alongside me.”

“I look forward to it.” You finish the drink before setting your glass down next to Minji’s. “Has Yoohyeon arrived home yet?”

“Yes she has, but she has clung to my parent’s side since the moment she came home.” You both laugh before Minji continues to talk. “Yoohyeon is with my parents, if you would like to speak with her.”

“I would like that. If you would excuse me, Minji, it has been a pleasure to see you. We will have to have dinner before you head back in autumn.”

“I will hold you to that offer.” She smiles as you slip past her.

You hold your breath for a moment as you do your best to navigate through the large sea of people who have congregated in the first of many rooms in the mansion. A hand grabs yours, and you have no time to react as you’re pulled through a crowd of people.

“Hey, you remember who I am, right?” Gahyeon faces you, and you sigh in relief at the sight of her face.

“I thought someone with… poor intentions had taken a hold of me. Thank the heavens that it’s just you, Gahyeon.” You softly say as Gahyeon leads you through the mansion. “Where exactly are you taking me?”

She winks at you before turning back towards the front.

“It’s a secret!” Gahyeon giggles before squeezing through more people. “Excuse me, pardon me! I’m coming through.”

Most people offer her a kind smile or a laugh, and some shoot you a sympathetic look as Gahyeon continues to drag you behind her.

Why would she do this? What is her goal?

The sea of people begins to thin as Gahyeon takes you deeper into the mansion.

Thank goodness that people are congregating more towards the front. I’m glad that I have a chance to catch my breath.

Eventually, Gahyeon turns down a random hallway, and everyone else in the world disappears as the only chatter comes from the sound of feet hitting the ground.

She stops at a certain doorway before letting go of your hand.

“Well, this is your destination!” She happily says before skipping away.

“Wait, where am I-” You pause as Gahyeon disappears into thin air.

I guess I have no choice but to go in.

You enter the room while keeping an open mind, and you gently close the door before looking around at the room.

Gahyeon must have led me to the wrong room because this is definitely someone’s private chamber!

You stop moving once you realize that someone is sitting at the desk directly across from the door. A soft sigh escapes them as they stop writing and lift their head up towards you.

“Gahyeon, I told you that no one was to be in my room during the hours of the ball.”

You softly gasp as you recognize the sound of Dami’s voice.

Well, it’s nearly impossible to make her out in this dark room. The only light is right next to the door and to Dami.

“Dami?” You softly say, and Dami grabs the candle holder before turning to face you.

“You are not-” She pauses and softens once her eyes scan you. “My goodness… you look wondrous.”

“I-” You shyly hide your face as Dami blinks before standing up.

“Ah, where are my manners? I apologize for my improperness.” She moves away from the desk before gesturing for you to sit. “You must be uncomfortable in that. Please take a seat.”

“Oh Dami,” You sweetly say, “there’s no need to be so formal with me~”

Her eyes widen before a smirk rests on her lips.

“Ah, you do remember me fondly. That pleases me.” Her hand rests on one of her bed posts before she takes a seat on her bed. “I insist that you take a seat and rest.”

You awkwardly bow, and she chuckles at the gesture. You quickly scurry over to the chair, and you sigh in relief as your back touches the chair.

I did not realize how much pain I was in before I sat down.. But then again, I was just dragged around by Gahyeon, and that is enough to wear anyone out.

You admire the way that the candlelight manages to perfectly highlight every part of her face.

I doubt that there is a scenario where she does not look good. It seems to be impossible for her to look less than divine.

Dami’s outfit is similar to the one that she wore when you first met, except her shirt and pants are both black this time.

“How long have you been here?” Dami inquires.

“Just for a few moments. I was catching up with an old friend, and then Gahyeon dragged me to your front door.” Your face becomes heated as you realize how improper your current situation is, and how your mother would definitely kill you if she found out about this. “I apologize for intruding. You were busy working, and I have ruined the mood-”

“No, I needed the interruption. My mother has asked me to compose something since she found out I was taking music lessons from a family friend.” Dami explains before pointing at the paper. “Feel free to read it, if you wish.”

You take the parchment in your hands, and you hum the melody on the paper.

It’s very simplistic, but the melody is very catchy.

“You know how to read music?” Dami asks with a hint of surprise in her voice.

“My mother and father insisted that I had a well-rounded education.” You nonchalantly say before setting the paper down. “I like it. What are you composing?”

“A wedding song.”

Ah, that explains it.

“Your mother has high hopes for SuA and Siyeon.” You note as you gently set Dami’s quill back into the ink pot.

After a few failed attempts, you manage to make it stand up straight before Dami speaks again.

“I do as well. It would be nice to see a new face around here.” She wistfully says before standing up again. “I should not be monopolizing your time. You came to a ball to dance and socialize with others, and I have taken that chance from you.”

What is she talking about?

You pause as you hear a familiar piece being played from a distance.

Ah, so the dancing has begun.

“No, Dami, that is not the case.” You stand up and take a step towards her. “I came to see you.”

“You did?” The weakness in her voice is unmistakable, and you quickly take the chance to say what’s been on your mind for weeks.

“Somehow, you have managed to enchant me, despite our limited encounters. I do not know why, but something about you has changed so much in me. I am less afraid, and more willing to chase what I desire… which is why I am here, now, with you.” You confess before reaching out to Dami. “I do not wish to be another feeble memory in your mind. I want to take everything slow, but I just cannot stand the thought of not seeing you again.”

“I… can say that I feel the same as you. No one has challenged my mind like you have, and I quite enjoy getting to know who you truly are.” Her hand meets yours, and she interlaces her fingers with yours. “I will give you as much time as we need.”

“Thank you, Dami.” You softly say before grabbing the quill and an empty piece of parchment with your free hand.

You scribble your address down on the paper before handing it to Dami.

“Since I have seen how you live, maybe you could come to see me sometime?” You say as she takes the paper with her free hand. “I live nothing like you, but I think that would give you an idea of who I truly am.”

“I would enjoy seeing how you live, and the wonderful people who have raised you.”

You do your best to hide the grimace that appears on your face at the last part of her statement.

I can tell her about my mother and father at another time.

“I-” You pause as a piercing scream comes through the near silence that you and Dami were in.

You look around, alarmed, as Dami looks out of her window.

“No one’s outside.” She mumbles before sighing. “I bet someone had too much to drink.”

You pause, awaiting another scream, but you hear music continue to play.

“You are probably right.” You bite your lip before taking a step towards the door. “I should be taking my leave. SuA is probably worried sick about me.”

Dami lets go of your hand with a sad look in her eyes.

“Oh, alright. If you need an escape for the rest of the night, you are more than welcome to come back here.”

“I might have to take you up on that offer.” You brush a piece of hair out of your face before exiting Dami’s room. “Goodbye, Dami. I hope that our paths cross again.”

“Who is knocking at our door? Did you invite SuA over again?” Your mother angrily asks as you shake your head.

“Not exactly, but I ask that you give her a chance.” You plead as she sighs.

“Is it a Lee?”

You nod as your mother gasps in horror.

“Absolutely not! I will have no daughter of that heathen of a woman in my home!” Your mother spits out as you continue to walk towards the door.

“Listen, can you put your history with her mother behind us for just one meal? That is all I ask for, Mother, and I would be forever grateful if you could grant this simple request.” You softly say, and your mother sighs before agreeing.

“One dinner, then I will return to my rightful disliking of that family.”

You cheer before turning back to the door.

It’s one meal, that’s all.

You had begun to exchange letters with Dami after you met with her during the ball, and your mother had quickly grown suspicious of the amount of time you spent inside instead of being out with SuA, so you had confessed that you had fallen for someone.

Your mother, surprisingly, did not overreact and was, in some strange stroke of luck, quite excited to meet this suitor. So, you had set up a meeting between Dami and your mother, but you had yet to tell your mother who this suitor was.

You open the door, and a bright smile appears on your face when Dami appears before you. You do not hesitate to give her a big hug, and she pulls her hands away from her chest before hugging you back.

“I hope your mother is not allergic to flowers.” Dami mumbles before you let go of her. “Have you been well?”

“I can say that I have been well since I have seen you last.” You take her free arm before leading her into your home. “Are you well?”

“I have seen better days.” She chuckles to herself. “The detective agency keeps me quite busy.”

“I am well aware. You still travel from here to the city, and back again?” You ask before closing the door behind the two of you

“I have been looking for different accommodations, but I have a few more arrangements to make before I can fully adjust to city life.” Dami admits as you turn into the kitchen. “Ah, you must be the mother I’ve heard so much about.”

You do your best to hide the mischief in your eyes as Dami politely shakes your mother’s hand.

“Unlike your mother, you appear to have manners.” Your mother grumbled, and Dami simply cocks her head at her.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Dami, my mother and your mother have a… complicated history.” You gently explain in an effort to diffuse the tension that has slipped into the room.

“I do not understand what you mean.”

“A long time ago, my mother and your mother were competing to win the heart of a certain suitor that you may or may not know very well.” You say with a smile. “Anyways, my mother failed to capture his heart, and she married my father while your mother fell in love with the man that is your father.”

“I never knew that about Mother.” Dami softly says under her breath. “You know Mrs. Kim too, right?”

“Yes, she was my closest friend.” Your mother says through gritted teeth. “Unfortunately for me, she sided with your mother instead of me, and look where we are today.”

“So that’s why you and SuA are so close…” Dami acknowledges your mother with a nod before changing the subject. “Can I help with dinner?”

“No, I have it handled. Please take a seat and enjoy yourself.” Your mother suggests as you lead Dami into the parlor room.

“That went about as badly as I thought it would.” Dami whispers under her breath as you softly giggle.

“Dami, that’s the best my mother has reacted to someone that I have brought to the house. You should have seen the look on her face when I brought SuA over to my house for a night spent at my house. My mom nearly made the poor girl cry.” You explain before resting on a loveseat.

Dami sits next to you as you grab a dusty book from next to you. You blow the dust off of it before carefully opening the book.

“What is that?” Dami inquires.

“It’s a journal that my father kept that recalls his memories from the day I was born to the day he disappeared. This is not the only journal, but it is the last one I have.” You hand Dami the journal, and she looks at you with confusion in her eyes.

“Why are you giving this to me?”

“You should read it. He gives some great advice, especially to my future suitors.” You take the book back from her before opening it to one of the back pages.

You read from the book with a steady tone as you imagine your father’s voice speaking to you in the present moment.

“My sweet child, oh how I wish to see the world you shall leave in your wake. You are brighter than every star, sweeter than a freshly-picked cherry, and warmer than the sun on its best days. I cannot imagine a world without you, without the changes that you shall make.

You are barely old enough to understand the world that you live in. Someday, you will understand the sacrifices I have made for your comfort. You are my everything, my light and my joy. I wish nothing but the best for you in everything that you do.

I know that you are approaching a special age, one that is very thrilling but very isolating. You may begin courting, and your mother and I may not agree about who you are courting. This, however, should not persuade you or your lover. The only person who can write your destiny is you, no matter what your mother may demand of you now.

As a father, my only wish is that the person that you marry will appreciate you for who you really are: a shining star. You, my dear, are so special and deserve nothing but the best. You can accomplish anything that you put your mind to. You have made friends with your mother’s sworn enemies, but you don’t know that now. You will most likely marry someone that your mother hates, but you will never know, or you will just be old enough to know better.

Please, my child, heed my warning: Be everything that me and your mother were not. Be in love with the person you marry. Do not accept less than perfection because you deserve to be treated with respect and love, as does your lover. You can be different, you can change, you can be better than us. I just know it.”

You shudder as you finish reading your father’s last written words.

‘You can be different, you can change, you can be better than us. I just know it.’ Father, I hope I have made you proud.

“Was your father a scholar?”

“A writer, actually, although he was not very popular.” You correct her before grabbing another book from the pile of books besides you. “We have been living off of his trust funds and royalties since his disappearance, which explains the state of the house.”

It was no secret that your home was not in the best conditions. From the creaky floors that could give out at any time to the paint chippings on the wall, the house needed an overhaul that you could not provide without a quality education or a rich suitor.

“Ah, I see.”

You set both books down on the ground before turning to Dami.

“Do not let my mother phase you. She is all bark, no bite.”

“I certainly hope that her bark is not strong enough to blow me away.” Dami mumbles under her breath as your mother calls out from the kitchen.

“Dinner is ready! Come in and get it while it is still hot.”

You slip out of the room, and Dami follows behind.

“Did you show her the parlor room?” Your mother asks as you silently nod. “Good, it could use some guests since we barely have anyone over.”

Well, I wonder why that could be the case…

“Do you like to read?” Dami attempts to engage and connect with your mother as you serve yourself dinner.

“I was never a reader like my husband and my child. I often had social hours with my friends who lived in the city while my husband was still around.” She explains as Dami grabs a plate as you sit down at the dinner table. “Are you as studious as my child is?”

“I think you already know the answer to your question, but if you are looking for an answer from me, then yes, I have been educated by tutors and self-studying on my own.”

“Self-studying, huh? So you are trying to become a scholar?” Your mother asks with a sliver of curiosity, but Dami shakes her head.

“Oh, I have recently opened my detective agency in the city. You may know-”

“You are Lee Dami, correct?” Your mother cuts Dami off, and Dami nods before your mother continues on. “I have heard all about you and your expeditions.”

Here we go…

You take a sip of water as Dami sits to your left, and your mother sits to your right.

“I have consulted your child for multiple cases. They have been quite useful, and they have been helping me with some of the more difficult problems that I face.”

“So you’ve been putting my child in danger?” Your mother’s pitch rises an octave, and her eyes twitch as Dami immediately backtracks.

“Oh no, that is the last thing I would want to happen. I assure you that their safety and comfort comes first before my work or anything else in my life.” Dami places her hand over yours, and you shyly smile at your mother, who looks very unimpressed.

“How should I be sure that you do not have poor intentions with my child? Many have tried to pursue them before, but what makes you better than them all?” Your mother tries to provoke Dami as you intervene.

“Mother, that is enough! Dami is a guest, not a criminal. Please stop investigating her.” You plead with your mother before shooting Dami a sympathetic look. “I am so, so sorry-”

“No, your mother has a point, although her intentions may not be innocent.” Dami clears her throat before squeezing your hand. “I want nothing more than to provide your child with everything that they need in life. Love, safety, commitment, money - whatever they want is what I want to give them.”

“Are you… asking for their hand in marriage?” Your mother prods, which causes Dami to blush.

“Ah, no… but I am interested in courting them.”

“Oh, you’re old-fashioned.” Your mother thinks for what feels like a century before answering. “Yes, you may court my child… but there is to be no tomfoolery in this house! Are we clear?”

Dami lets out a sigh of relief before glancing over at you. You grin at her before looking over to your mom.

“Yes, Mother!” You excitedly say before working on finishing your dinner.

Dami chuckles to herself as your mom shakes her head at you. Everyone eats dinner in peace as the tension finally evaporates from the air.

“Siyeon-ah!” SuA cries out before laughing. “You are supposed to be kind to a woman, not bring harm to them.”

“So your fencing skills are not as strong as you thought they were, hmm?” Siyeon teases as SuA throws her sword to the ground.

“You are simply no fun!” SuA exclaims before huffing and backing away from the small white cement circle in the middle of the courtyard.

“Has she always been this good at fencing?” You mumble into Dami’s ear before linking your arm with hers.

“Siyeon has the most physical strength out of the three of us.” Dami states as you lean against her.

“So you are admitting that she is better at fencing than you are?”

“I did what I needed to in order to get a seal of approval from our fencing instructor.” Dami sighs in disappointment before you squeeze her arm.

“I assure you that you make up for a lack of physical strength in many different ways~” You teasingly say, and Dami blushes as you let go of her arm.

“Your praise is the sweetest melody in my ear, and it is all I ever want to hear until the end of my days.” Dami gently grabs your hand before pulling it up to her lips. “I suppose that you feel the same?”

You pause as she kisses your hand, and that action only fuels the burning flame in your heart.

“You are as charming as your sister, I assure you.” You say while trying to hide how flustered you truly are.

“Ah, have I driven you away with my outward affection? I only wish to please you, my dear.” Dami pulls you close as your mind scrambles from the words that come from her lips.

I absolutely should not let her have this control over me, but I enjoy it so much. I would love to stay like this until the end of time.

You play with the seams of your outfit as you shyly look Dami in the eyes.

“I adore you, Dami, even though I may not express how I truly feel to you.” You mumble against her body, and she stops breathing for a moment before you feel her chest rise and fall again to a steady rhythm.

“My adoration goes farther than any complex arrangement of words could suggest, and I wish for you to take your time in expressing how you feel. We have the rest of our lives to look forward to.” Dami says as you watch SuA mournfully approach the two of you. “I only wish that I would gain your mother’s full approval.”

“Hell will freeze over before that day comes, Dami.” SuA grumbles before you hand her a glass of water. “That old woman does not like anyone, so having a luke-warm reception from her is about as good as you are going to get.”

“My mother may be a nightmare to handle, but she still is my mother. She raised me after my father disappeared, and I only have her left to support me.” You bite your lip as SuA pats the back of your shoulder.

“My mom and dad would love to take you in. We love you as you are. There is no need for you to put yourself through torture because you feel like you owe your mother a part of yourself.” SuA says before taking a sip of the water. “Besides, I had promised you that I would help you look for your father, and I fully intend to keep that vow.”

“Yeah, but what if what I find is the opposite of what I need?” You softly ask. “What then, if uncertainty strikes my vulnerabilities?”

“I assure you that everything will be fine. Once I have finished my current work, we can start working towards reopening the case, if you wish.” Dami rubs your back as you shake your head at her.

“I could not ask you to abandon your work like that-”

“No amount of coins and notoriety is worth the price of a good night’s rest. You need answers, and I will happily help you find them.”

“Dami, I do not think I can thank you enough…” You trail off as she takes your free hand in hers.

“Think nothing of it. I want to provide for you, to prove to your mother and to everyone else that I can care for you and myself.” Dami admits as you and SuA nod along. “I will see what I can finish tonight, and I will hopefully be able to start working towards finishing everything tomorrow.”

“Really?” Your eyes shine brightly, which makes Dami smile.

“Of course, dearest. You are my priority now, as I am yours.”

“Did you not say that you would never fall for someone who was not like a person in your fantasy novels?” SuA teases as you quickly become embarrassed.

“Priorities and preferences change, plus who said that Dami was not everything I dreamed of and so much more?”

“Ah, you have not changed at all, dear friend! I love to see you so happy and content.” SuA slaps your back, and you jump as Dami laughs. “Siyeon! I am challenging you to another round!”

“Are you sure that you can take another loss, my love?” Siyeon playfully says as SuA grabs the sword from the ground.

“Who says that I will lose?”

Siyeon and SuA ready themselves as you and Dami continue to watch.

“En garde!”

The clashing of swords causes you to pull your attention to Dami, who looks deep in thought.

You place a comforting hand on her shoulder, which causes her to look at you.

“Is everything alright?” You ask.

“Yes, I am quite fine, but I worry that I am taking too long of a break.”

“I think you are committed more to your detective work than you are to me, dear.” You wink at Dami as she eyes you up and down.

“I assure that a greater fallacy has not been spoken since-”

You interrupt Dami by softly shushing her.

“I know that your mother’s departure has been rough on all three of you. It is okay to admit that you miss her, you know.”

“I wish she would have told father to meet us here, to want to see his children again, but instead, mother bent herself to his needs again.” Dami sighs before continuing to speak. “Siyeon and Gahyeon have adjusted well, as have I. Our mother has not been involved in our affairs since we were young, so it is not like there is much missing. I just miss the smaller moments, like the weekly book recommendations and family tea time.”

“I am sure that she misses the three of you as well.” You reassure Dami before a figure approaches from the mansion. “I think that is Gahyeon in the distance, right?”

“Yes, it would appear so. I wonder what she is looking for?”

You hear Siyeon laugh and SuA angrily shout as another sword flies through the air. Siyeon helps SuA off of the ground, and the two of them intimately look each other in the eyes as Gahyeon approaches you and Dami.

“I am sorry to interrupt-”

“Gahyeon, you are more than welcome to join us at any time.” You correct her before gesturing for her to continue.

“We have guests.” A grin appears on her face as she looks back at the mansion. “Handong has come to visit us again, plus she brought one of her friends from the academy. Correct me if I am wrong, but the friend is the youngest sister of the Kim family, right?”

You allow Dami to lead you to the front door as you walk arm-in-arm. SuA, on the other hand, drags Siyeon to the door as Gahyeon instructs the butler to open the door.

SuA was never one for tradition.

You smile as the shadow of Yoohyeon and another girl appears in broad daylight. Once Yoohyeon makes eye contact with you, she nearly runs over SuA, who had her arms extended towards Yoohyeon, in order to reach you.

You let go of Dami as Yoohyeon tightly hugs you.

“You are home, Yooh.” You mumble softly before playing with a few strands of hair and wrapping an arm around you. “I missed you to the moon and back. How has your schooling gone?”

“I seem to have more focus since I have left my house, so I have been flourishing academically. You and SuA have completely finished your studies, if I have my dates correct, which means that you two…” Yoohyeon trails off before backing away from you and eyeing Dami. “Oh, I see what is happening here. I never thought you were one for courting.”

“I… have changed for the better since your departure.” You shyly say as Yoohyeon raises an eyebrow at you.

“Are you implying that my absence was the cause of your sudden shift in behavior? What a menace you are, you-”

You squeal as Yoohyeon laughs at your state.

“You have no manners, Yoohyeon!” You tease before glancing at Dami. “This is Kim Yoohyeon, one of SuA’s sisters.”

“I can see the resemblance.” Dami gently shakes Yoohyeon’s hand. “My name is Dami.”

“Ah, you have taken an interest in my sweet friend. Tell me, what is the secret to getting them to fall for you?”

“Yoohyeon!” You whine as Dami smiles while lovingly gazing at you.

“They have enchanted me far beyond what should be considered normal, so I had no choice but to be as charming as possible in order to keep them by my side.”

“A lover and a romantic, huh? Have you considered learning a card game or two? Your luck is so good!” Yoohyeon cannot help but laugh as you take Dami’s arm again.

“I shall look into it.” You say before waving her off. “You should speak with SuA. I am sure that she is dying to see you.”

Yoohyeon rolls her eyes as you sweetly giggle.

“You act as if we are not like oil and water when mixed together.”

“Just say hello, and then you can take your leave.” You encourage her as Yoohyeon nods and calmly walks over to her sister. “She is very special, is she not?”

“The Kims, strangely enough, remind me of my family. I do not mind the teasing or games since they enjoy it much more than I do.” She vaguely gestures to the scene of Yoohyeon and SuA wrestling on the floor in front of you.

Siyeon watches and laughs as the girls holler and pull each other’s hair.

“Dami? Is that you?”

“Ah, Handong, it is great to see you!” Dami greets and welcomes the other woman at the door while gesturing her to come in.

She quickly walks over to the two of you in order to avoid the debacle happening in the middle of the foyer.

“Who might this be?” Handong asks before you introduce yourself. “Oh? Is that so? It is great to hear that a friend of mine has found someone to take care of her.”

“Handong, I assure you that I can take care of myself.”

“I know, but you can distract yourself with your work and lose focus from time to time. You need that person to pull you back and remind you what life is about.” Handong wistfully says. “While we are on the subject of work, how has your business been doing? I have seen you on the front of many newspapers, but gossip means nothing to me nowadays.”

“As strange as it may seem, the articles themselves are very, very true. I have made myself a name in this city-”

“-and I could not be more proud of how much great work you have done.” You admire Dami before sheepishly backing off. “Sorry, I did not mean to interrupt. Continue on as you were.”

“No, my dear, you are welcome into the conversation at any time. You are right, though, I do not do such strenuous work for the satisfaction of money, although that is a plus. I like to help those in need when possible.” Dami lets go of your arm in favor of holding your hand, and you notice Handong smile at the gesture.

“As much as I wish to keep speaking with both of you, this is a business visit, unfortunately.” Handong sighs as you cock your head at her. “My family and the Lees have been working together for centuries on developing the land. That is how we ended up with such fortune, after all.”

“So you need to speak with Siyeon?” Dami inquires, and Handong nods.

“Yes, I do. Perhaps we could do so over dinner?”

Gahyeon jumps into the conversation by leaning on Handong’s shoulder.

“Absolutely! I will tell the chefs to prepare dinner for seven!”

Handong laughs at Gahyeon’s sudden appearance before giving her a warm hug.

“Now, where did you come from?”

Dinner goes smoothly as you sit in-between Dami and Yoohyeon. Conversation flows like a flowing river on a sunny day, and you are more than content when Dami reaches over and places her hand over yours.

The same cannot be said for SuA, who is sitting across from you with a grimace on her face. Not once during dinner has Siyeon acknowledged her or turned her direction, and all of you have been sitting at the dinner hour for over two hours.

I do not want to be here when she finally says what is on her mind. That will be a world-ending experience.

You shoot her a sympathetic look as she continues to absentmindedly pick at her food as Gahyeon chatters on about something that SuA really does not care about. After looking over at you, she rolls her eyes and angrily eats a piece of steak. Siyeon and Handong calmly chat at the other end of the table, as if they are completely unaware of SuA’s burning gaze.

Eventually, to everyone’s surprise but your own, SuA suddenly stands up and carelessly tosses her fork on the table.

“My love, is everything alright?” Siyeon reaches for SuA, but she takes a step away from Siyeon.

“It is late. I should be arriving home with Yoohyeon before my family worries.” SuA coldly states before glaring at Yoohyeon. “Let us go.”

“But I have not finished my-”

“Now.”

You shiver at the anger in SuA’s tone as Yoohyeon sets her fork down and stands up alongside her sister. The two of them silently leave the room as everyone stares in disbelief at the situation that unfolded right in front of them.

Siyeon stands up after SuA slams the dining room door shut, but you gesture for her to sit before standing up yourself.

“Let me talk her down a bit, okay?” You offer her a weak smile before taking your hand away from Dami. “I will be back in a while, dear.”

You quietly slip out of the dining room before entering the foyer. You catch SuA dragging Yoohyeon out of the door when you call out for her.

“SuA? Why are you running away?”

SuA immediately lets go of Yoohyeon and directs her anger towards you.

“I am not running away from anything! Siyeon refused to acknowledge my existence!” SuA raises her voice as you attempt to calm her down.

“I know, but-”

“No, no you do not! You have not a clue what it feels like for someone to abandon you, to leave you out for the wolves!” SuA hisses as Yoohyeon gasps.

“SuA, their father-”

“-will never return home, and honestly? I will never blame him for doing so. Your mother is a nightmare, and you are simply too scared to stand up to her fully in the fear of being kicked out. Your father would be ashamed of the person you turned out to be!” SuA’s words hit you hard, and you cover your face with your hand so she does not have to see you cry.

“SuA, that is enough!” Yoohyeon raises her voice, which causes you to jump. “You are taking out your anger on the one person who would do anything for you within a heartbeat. Are you sure you want to throw that all away over someone who may only have a temporary residency in your heart?”

“If I cannot have the woman I love, then what does it matter?” SuA weakly says as she holds back tears. “Love is sickening, Yoohyeon, do not let the pretty flowers or lovely notes fool you.”

“Yooh, she is misguided by her emotions.” You softly say while trying to wipe the tears from her face. “You have to give love a chance in order to decide if it is for you or not.”

“I am not misguided! One day, Dami will ruin your life by falling out of love with you. Maybe she already has, and you are just stringing yourself along until she finally has the courage to end things with you-”

Your sobs are what push Yoohyeon to back away from SuA and pull you into her arms.

“Go home, SuA, and get some rest.”

“What will mother and father-”

“I will happily explain to them what you said if you will not tell them yourself. You are a grown woman, SuA. You should know better than to take your anger out on an innocent party.” Yoohyeon harshly critiques SuA as their carriage pulls around. “Now, go before you can cause any more damage.”

SuA huffs before turning towards the carriage. She enters it without a word, and the carriage drives away as you collapse into Yoohyeon’s arms.

“I am so, so sorry for her behavior… I have never seen her act like this.”

“Neither have I.” You croak out in between sobs.

“Do not speak. I will call a separate carriage for us, and-”

“Yoohyeon?” Handong calls out from the dining room, and she pauses before looking back to the dining room. “Yes, Siyeon, everything is alright. I will be back in a minute.”

“Handong, go back and enjoy dinner. This is not-”

Handong waves a hand at Yoohyeon before calling over a butler.

“Call my carriage over, and have the driver take these girls wherever they wish to go.”

“No, that will not be necessary-”

“Yoohyeon, I insist. I bear some responsibility in this, anyway.” Handong guiltily says before looking at you. “You should have come out here with someone else, someone who could have helped you calm her down faster-”

“No, she would have gotten in a screaming match with you or Siyeon, and Gahyeon or Dami would not have a clue what to do. It had to be them, in one way or another.” Yoohyeon wraps her arms around your neck as you lean into her touch.

“Home. I want to go home.” You mumble into her neck as she nods.

“Do you want to say goodbye to Da-”

“No, I cannot face her after what SuA said.” You bite your bottom lip as you try to stop more tears from falling out of your eyes.

“Dami adores you, and unlike SuA, I will not allow you to push her away when you need her most.” Yoohyeon glances over to Handong, who nods and quickly heads back into the kitchen. “You are allowed to need her as much as she needs you.”

“I feel guilty for monopolizing her time-”

“You are courting, for heaven’s sake!” Yoohyeon exasperatedly says. “Of course you will take up much of her time, but that is because she wants to be there for you. ‘For better or for worse’, right?”

“Is SuA right? Will she eventually lose interest in me?” You ask, scared of what the answer will be.

“To be very honest, SuA was talking out of anger and jealousy. She told you what she felt was happening to her.” Yoohyeon explains as you steady yourself. “Are you better?”

“As good as I will be after that verbal lashing.”

You and Yoohyeon awkwardly laugh as Handong returns with Dami in tow. As soon as Dami comes into your line of sight, you somehow find your way into her comforting arms.

“Please never leave me. I do not know what I would do if I never got to see you again. You are a piece of me that I wish I could keep forever.” You mumble into her neck as she comfortingly rubs your back.

“I will stay with you as long as you will have me by your side. I am yours, now and always, and that will never change.” Dami softly whispers as you tightly hug her.

“I love you.” The words slip out of your mouth before you realize what you have said.

You feel Dami’s breath hitch as she processes what you just said.

“I… I love you too.” She parts from you, only to give you a kiss on the cheek. “Go home and get some rest, alright? I will come to see you tomorrow, I promise.”

“You promise?” You repeat as you watch Handong’s carriage pull up to the mansion.

“I will never let you down, my dear.”

“So, you have finally gotten rid of that Kim Bora for good?” Your mother asks after knocking on your door. “That is a step in the right direction! Now, if only that pesky Lee girl could let go of her claws in you, and we would be set to-”

“Leave Dami out of this, and set my food by the door.” You loudly mumble from your bed.

You had not gotten out of bed nor had you changed out of your sleepwear. You only felt like reading one of the journals your father had given you, trying to sleep, or staring at the wall and replaying last night over and over in your mind.

“But you have not touched breakfast at all-”

“I will eat something today, I promise.” You weakly say, which causes your mother to leave, and for you to sigh in relief.

I just want the rest of the world to fade away as I stay in bed for just a while longer.

You hug the stuffed animal that SuA gave you when you both were children, and it brings you a moment of comfort before you hear your mother calling out for you again.

“I know you are in no state to be seen, but Dami is here to see you. She says that she has something to speak with you about.”

Your eyes widen when you realize that Dami is in your house and awaiting you, so you quickly ready yourself before calling out to your mother.

“You can send her up! I am ready to be seen by my company, whether or not you think so.”

You open the window in your bedroom and adjust the hem of your outfit before you hear a single soft knock on the door.

“Dear, may I come in?”

Dami’s sweet voice floats through the cracks in the doorway, and you sigh before sitting down on your bed.

“Yes, you can come in.”

The door creaks open, and Dami stands there with a plate of food in her hands.

“You should eat, even if you do not feel like it. You will make yourself more ill if you refuse to take care of yourself.”

“I- Thank you.” You briefly say before extending your hands towards her.

She softly smiles before walking over to you and handing you the food, along with a set of silverware.

“I like the decorations in your room… it is fitting for your personality.” Dami comments as you take a bite of food.

When the taste of your mother’s cooking hits your tongue, the knot in your stomach unravels and you’re suddenly hungry enough to eat the food that has been prepared for you.

“Thank you…” You say in-between bites of food. “My father gifted me most of it, and the rest is from Minji or Bora.”

You soften once her name comes from her lips, and Dami sits next to you before placing an arm around you.

“Siyeon visited SuA before I came to see you.” Dami looks out the window as you stare at her in curiosity.

“What happened?”

“SuA cursed her out before throwing her promise rings at Siyeon.”

“So they are no longer courting?” You feel sad when you ask Dami that, even though you already know the answer.

“Although Siyeon is awaiting a direct answer, I believe it is fair to say that the two of them are going separate ways, at least for a little while.” Dami explains as you nod along.

“I know that SuA can overreact at times, but that was extreme, especially given the scenario-”

“No, I think she was in the right.” Dami states as you furrow your eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“Any reasonable person would have been upset with a lover if that lover had been ignoring them. SuA should not have directed any anger towards you, which is something we will both agree on, I am sure.”

You set the empty plate on your nightstand before grabbing the gifted stuffed animal from the back of your bed.

“Yeah, she has never gotten so angry with me, and not over something like that. She must have been feeling so upset, and I tried to reason with her, I did, but-”

“She was in no mood to hear you out, but SuA should have sent you away if she knew that she would explode like that.” Dami pulls you closer before rubbing your shoulder in reassurance. “I heard from Gahyeon that the two of them have been arguing over small things for a while, so I guess this was the tipping point for them.”

“And Handong? Is she alright? I know she must feel awful for what happened.” You show concern for the black-haired girl, and Dami sweetly smiles at you.

“After everything that was said to you, you still worry about how others feel. That is how I know that you are just perfect, not for me, but in general.” Dami shakes her head as a light chuckle falls from her soft lips. “Yes, Handong is staying with us for a while. She wants to bridge things over with Siyeon, but I think her efforts will be fruitless. I think it is best for all of us to leave this whole mess where it belongs.”

“In the past?” You ask as she nods.

“As a bad memory. There are things that cannot be fixed, of course. You and SuA, you have not-”

“No, I think she will need more time before I reach out to her. I know that Bora is upset over all of this, and I would rather not start another fight.” You bite your lip before squeezing the stuffed animal in your arms. “I wish I could go back and fix everything, but I need to look forward. You are right, Dami, like always.”

“I know, but now is not the time for that. As I told your mother, I have something to speak with you about.” Dami pulls away from you for a moment, and you find yourself craving her touch as you force yourself to respond.

“Yeah, did you not mention something about my father last night?”

“I did, but that only partially relates to what I was referring to.” Dami fishes a key out of her pocket before handing it to you.

“Dami, sweetheart, what is this for?” You examine the key before you notice that Dami is staring at you with a hopeful look in her eye.

“I… put a month’s rent down on an apartment in the city.”

“Dami, are you serious?” You tightly grip the key before looking her in the eyes. “My mother, she will not be happy when she hears about this. Besides, what will people say? What about your sisters and your parents?”

“I assure you that many more scandalous acts are happening in that city. I am not asking for a long-term commitment, my dear. Just come and stay with me in the city for a month. It will be a nice change of pace, plus you can help me work on a few cases in more depth, like-”

“-my father’s disappearance?” Your voice jumps up in pitch as Dami nods in agreement.

“As I said early, just give it some thought. I do not wish to rush your decision-making. When you are read, send a letter to my residence and I will-”

“Yes, I will live with you.” You do not blink or move a muscle as Dami stares at you.

“Are you sure about this? If you need more time, I can-”

“No, you are right. I could use some space from my mother and everyone else in my life. I think this will be good for me… for the both of us.”

“I will take you to visit the property tomorrow, and we can slowly move in from then on. Does that sound okay?”

You slip your hand into Dami’s, and you give it a gentle squeeze.

“That will work well for me. What about my mother?”

“I will take care of it, I promise.”

Although your mother was not the biggest fan of you leaving the house at such a young age, she did like the idea of you staying in the city.

“Maybe you could meet another lady at that time… one that is richer, and not related to the Lee family-”

“Mother, I am crazy about Dami, whether or not you approve of it. I am going with her, no matter what.”

She sighs before waving you off.

“I was afraid you would say that. Be safe, and come to visit often, alright? The house feels less like a home without you.”

You had given your mother a tight hug, the first one you’ve shared in many years, before hopping into a carriage to spend a month with the person who made your life exponentially better.

You could not resist saying your goodbyes to the Kim family, even though your relationship with SuA had not fully recovered at the time.

“You will still come to visit, right?” Mrs. Kim asks after letting you out of a tight hug.

“Yes, I will, as long as you will have me. I will even bring Dami, if you will have both of us.”

“It would be my pleasure.” She pinches your cheek before walking off.

You jump slightly as Mr. Kim gives you a firm but reassuring pat on the back.

“You will be okay out there, kid. You are smart enough to do anything that you wish. Do not forget us when you get mesmerized by everything the city has to offer, alright?”

“I will not, I promise.” You firmly shake his hand as he gives you a softer pat on the back.

When Mr. Kim moves, Minji rushes up to you and gives you a sweet, warm up.

“Ah, you are growing up too fast!” She teases as you hear Yoohyeon approach from the kitchen.

“I know, Minji, it feels like yesterday when we all were playing outside in the garden.” Yoohyeon sighs before leaning on the doorframe. “Do not forget to invite us to the wedding, alright? I would like front row seats, right next to your mother-”

“Yoohyeon!” You squeal before letting go of Minji. “There is no wedding in my future.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that~” She winks before giving you a quick embrace. “Tell me all about the city when you get back… if you come back.”

“I will, I promise.” You turn to Minji with a warm smile on your face. “Please come and visit us while you are still here for late spring and the whole summer.”

“I cannot think of a better way to spend my time.” She smiles as Yoohyeon points at the stairs.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged out of bed!”

SuA slowly walks down the stairs while avoiding eye contact with you.

“Yoohyeon, be nice. SuA has been having a rough time as of late. We should not be contributing to her stress.” Minji walks away from you before grabbing Yoohyeon’s arm and leading her outside.

“SuA… I am sorry that I did not come to see you earlier. I was worried that I had upset you past the point of no return, and I-”

“Oh, please do not apologize to me. After all, I should be kissing your feet after the shit I said.” SuA chokes back some tears before looking over to you. “You will find the willpower to forgive me, right? I was so incredibly misguided when I projected my anger onto you, and it was wrong of me to do so.”

“SuA, I will always be here for you when you need me.” You open your arms to her, and she gladly gives you a strong hug.

“Are you really going away to the city?”

“Just for a month, and then I will be back here.”

“What makes you so sure that you will dislike city living?”

“I…” You pause before letting go of SuA. “I do not think I will dislike it at all. I just hope Dami and I are compatible as roommates and lovers.”

“I do not think there is an area where the two of you are not compatible.” SuA chuckles before looking at you. “I am so happy that you are living your life with the girl you have dreamed of for years. Continue to be that way for me, alright?”

You tilt your head at her.

“Will you come and visit me sometime?”

“You know I cannot resist an offer like that~”

One month had turned into two, and before you knew that, spring had shifted into summer, and summer flew by without a second warning. The only event that made you realize how fast time was going was the annual send-off for Yoohyeon and Minji that was held at the end of summer. That was when SuA had brought up that you and Dami had been living together for over half of the year, and you had to dodge more proposal and engagement questions than you could reasonably count.

“Is it so wrong to be curious about my friend’s marital status?” SuA teases as you brush her off with a scoff.

“No, but telling lies and spreading my private business everywhere is not at all what I want!”

As autumn approaches, you have been working long hours to find some sort of information in the case of your father. Dami was right by your side, but you still were unable to make any progress.

After searching through the hundredth newspaper, you sigh before collapsing on the couch in your shared apartment.

“Giving up so soon?” Dami asks before removing the glasses from her face.

“We have looked in thousands upon thousands of newspapers, yet there is no news of his disappearance. It is almost like he did not want to be found…”

Your shoulders slump after you toss the newspaper on a spare end table. Dami is quick to comfort you as she sits next to you and takes your hand in hers.

“We will keep looking, as long as it may take. I know a few people who may be able to get us some travel logs from the last ten years. If he went through the city, then he is in there, I assure you.”

You do not get your hopes up as you briefly glance at Dami before squeezing her hand.

“You think we will find him?”

“I cannot assure you of that, but I will not rest until we find out the truth.”

You take a sip from the teacup in your hand as you sit next to the window that faces the main road of the city.

I wonder if it is always this peaceful in autumn, or if the city is just begging for me and Dami to stay here.

A small ‘click!’ pulls you back into reality as you turn towards the door. You set the teacup down as the door opens to reveal Dami. Before she can step inside, you grab her wrist, pull her inside, shut the door, and bury yourself in her arms in one clean motion. Dami laughs at your swiftness before hugging you back.

“Did you miss me that much, my love?” Dami softly teases before pressing a kiss to your face.

“You ask me that question every day, Dami. I am surprised that you, the famous detective, have not figured out the answer.” You shoot back before slightly pulling away from her.

“Some things are better left as a mystery.” She shows you a warm smile, and you reciprocate it before pulling her in for a kiss.

You and her both sigh as you melt into each other. She still smells like freshly printed books, but it is mixed with an indescribable ink smell and a whiff of some expensive perfume.

It must be from one of the secretaries at her office, or a potential customer, perhaps?

You have to push Dami away from you when you realize that someone is knocking at the door. She looks hurt at first, but when you gesture towards the door, she relaxes.

“I thought I had offended you in some way.” She mumbles before fixing her clothes.

Did I accidentally untie her necktie while I was in that haze? What strange behavior for me to engage in!

“You? Never.”

Dami bites her lip and blushes before gesturing to your lips.

Is there something on my-

“Oh, dear…” You laugh before rubbing a bit of her lipstick off of your lips with a napkin.

I guess I was not the only one, then.

The knocking continues, and you clean up the apartment a bit as Dami answers the door.

“Siyeon?” Dami tilts her head before Siyeon comes crashing into her arms.

“Oh, dear sister, you must forgive me!” She wails as Dami looks at her in pure confusion.

“I do not think I understand what you mean…”

“It is Gahyeon! She has run off, and Mother will end me when she finds out!” Siyeon cries as Dami pulls her over to the couch.

“I will go make some tea.” You quickly say before exiting the living room.

You listen into their conversation as you set the kettle, filled with water, on a metal stove.

“When was the last time you saw Gahyeon?” Dami asks, and you hear a few papers shuffling around as Siyeon sniffles and tries to recollect herself.

“Two nights ago, when Handong came to visit. She has not been around since.”

You hear Dami write on a piece of parchment paper before stopping.

“Has Handong received word of this incident?”

“Yes, and she wishes me nothing but the best in the effort to find my sister.”

Dami sighs before continuing to write.

“I do not know why I expected something better than a non-committal answer from Handong.”

“So you’ll help me?” Siyeon hopefully asks.

“Of course, Siyeon, Gahyeon is our sister. After your nerves calm, we will take a trip to the mansion and take a look around. Is that alright?”

“Yes, but I must ask, are they going to be coming with us?”

You try to hide in the kitchen because you think your cover is blown, but luckily for you, the kettle whistles and you quickly pull it off of the stove as Dami answers.

“Do you not want more help?”

“No, I want them there. They make you a better detective, in all honesty.” Siyeon briefly chuckles before blowing her nose. “Thank you for taking me in, Dami. That is something I have always loved about you.”

“Siyeon, you are my sister. You can count on me when you need me.” Dami sets a hand on Siyeon’s shoulder as you walk into the room with two teacups.

“It will help with congestion.” You softly say before handing her the cup.

“Thank you for your consideration. I appreciate the thoughtfulness that you always seem to show.” Siyeon expresses her gratitude, and you bashfully smile.

“Ah, thank you for your praise.” You hand Dami her cup with a smile. “It is exactly how you like it.”

You grab your cup from the windowsill before taking a seat next to Dami.

“Thank you again, to the both of you. I do not think I will be able to thank you enough.”

You notice the way that Dami softly stares at her childhood home, and you reach over and grab her hand.

“Nostalgic? I do not blame you at all.”

“A bit, but if I had the choice between staying here or being with you, I would choose you over and over again.” Dami interlaces her fingers with yours as you both walk towards the entrance.

“Ah, you romantic! You always know how to woo me~” You giggle before leaning on her shoulder. “I love you, now and forever.”

“I shall love you, forever and always.” She repeats back before holding the door for you.

“What a lady~” You tease before pulling her inside with you. “Do you know where you want to start looking?”

“She liked to hang out in the common room, so I will start there. Siyeon is going through her private office, but you are free to wander where you wish.” Dami explains before letting go of her hand.

“Are her private quarters off-limits?” You ask, and Dami shakes her head.

“She is not here to tell you otherwise, so you are more than welcome to look in there.”

“I will let you know if I find anything.”

The two of you part, and you slip into a familiar hallway as you look for the entrance to Gahyeon’s room.

Dami’s old room was not that obvious, but maybe Gahyeon’s will be harder to find-

You pause as you stare at a door that has her name engraved in the wood.

Okay, maybe I was wrong…

You open the door, and it softly creaks as you take a peek inside. It looks much like SuA’s room when you would come to visit her, except there were a few more items of value in here than you expected.

What catches your eye, however, is the stack of parchment paper sitting on her vanity. You take a seat before picking up one of the papers.

My Dearest Fox,

Oh, the day shall come when the moon and the sun shall eclipse, and we shall meet again. You, my sun, make the world bright, and I, the moon, cast shadow wherever I go. We work in tandem, like a perfect pairing made from above.

Tell me you will come and see me again?

Your Darling Cat~

You place the letter aside before grabbing another one.

Is it a love letter? Has Gahyeon found someone that has interested her?

You scan this letter more carefully, and another paragraph jumps out at you.

Fox, you continue to amaze me. The way you move captivates me beyond what is normal, and the way my heartbeats confuses my common sense. I feel sick at the thought of you, but I would rather feel like that than feel nothing at all. Do you feel the same way I do? A silly question, I know, but I must know that my love is to be received, and your love is to be given.

You shuffle through more of the letters, but it is more of the same.

Gahyeon must have run off with this ‘cat’... but where did they go? Why did they feel the need to run?

You collect the notes as you prepare to talk to Dami, but you pause when you see that you have left one behind.

Now, what is this?

You set the other papers aside, and you gasp when your eyes flicker to the last figure on the paper.

Gahyeon drew everyone with an animal beside them, and the last girl has a cat next to her… but that is not any regular girl.

It is Handong!

“Did you find anything?” Siyeon softly asks as Dami shakes her head.

“No, did you?”

“No.”

“So we are at a dead end?” Dami sighs before combing a hand through her hair. “She has done an excellent job at covering her tracks, I must admit.”

“WAIT!” You yell before rushing into the common room with a bunch of papers in your arms.

“Is everything alright? You look-”

“It does not matter. You need to see this.” You hand Dami the three documents that you looked at before handing Siyeon the rest.

“Darling, what am I looking at? Is this a love letter to Gahyeon?”

You nod before pointing at the drawing.

“I-” Dami’s eyes widen as she has the same realization that you do. “My God, that is why Handong would not give you a straight answer.”

“What do you mean?” Siyeon asks before Dami shows her the drawing. “My goodness, I never expected Handong, but why did she feel the need to run off?”

“I am not sure, but we can ask her when we find her.” Dami hands the other remaining papers to Siyeon as she carefully puts them in order.

“I will put these away. Good work, detective!” Siyeon sends you a wink before walking away. “You should consider putting their name on your building too, Dami, because they are just as smart as you are.”

“I have, but they refuse.” She answers before turning to you. “I am in disbelief that you found that. How did you know where to look?”

“I was once young and believed that I had to hide my love from everyone else.” You wistfully say as Dami bumps your shoulder.

“How did that turn out for you?”

“Quite well, but I think you will have to ask my lover if you want a concrete answer.”

You both laugh as Dami wraps an arm around you.

“I am proud of you, and who you have become.” She says as you look up at her. “I suppose this means that we should visit Handong. Will you come with us?”

“I have housework to catch up on, so I think I will pass on this adventure.” You admit as Dami leans her head against yours.

“Are you sure that you do not want to come along?”

“I should stay home because you have to earn your title of ‘The Greatest Detective Of The Civilized World’, Dami~” You tease before pressing a kiss to her face as you wait for the carriage to take her and Siyeon to Handong’s residence.

You thank the carriage driver for taking you to the apartment before you slip inside of the building. Although only two couples lived below you and one old lady lived in the apartment next to you, the building could be busy at times, depending on the season or if someone had plenty of company over.

Today, however, there was pure silence as you climbed up the stairs and grabbed the keys to your apartment. You go to unlock the door, but you notice that the lock has been picked, and the door opens with ease.

That was not how we left the apartment…

You pull your coat open as you grab the knife that Dami had gifted you when you had first moved in together.

“Dami, this is completely unnecessary.” You had said as you held the heavy knife in your hand. “I can take care of myself, and it is very unlikely that I will ever get into a situation where-”

“I know that you can protect yourself, darling, but I worry about you so much. This is less about your safety and more about giving me peace of mind while I am away.”

“So you worry about me?”

She places a hand on your cheek as she nods.

“It is only natural that I worry about you. I love you, and you will forever be one of my main focuses in life. I can teach you how to defend yourself, if you’d like.”

You smile before placing your free hand on hers.

“I would love that.”

The knife still feels heavy in your hand, as if the weight of using it for harm would drag you under the surface of the ground. Your tight grip on the knife remains as you slip inside of the door. Your eyes dart around the living room as you look for any signs of an intruder, but you sigh in relief and shut the door when you realize that your apartment has remained untouched.

Papers are still scattered around Dami’s desk in the study, and not one book has been touched in her personal library, so you continue to walk through the house before you reach the bedroom.

When you reach the bedroom, you yelp before putting your knife away as you come face-to-face with Gahyeon.

“Gahyeon! You should not be here!” You gently scold her before closing the blinds in the bedroom.

“Why not? Am I not welcome in this house?” She teasingly asks, and you resist the urge to smack her as you pull her into a tight hug.

“Your sisters are worried sick about you. Where have you been?”

“I was with Handong, I promise.” Gahyeon watches as you nod. “Did you figure that out from looking through my bedroom? I am impressed!”

“Now is not the time for congratulations or compliments. Why are you here?” You bluntly question her before pulling away from Gahyeon.

“As I said, I was with Handong before I realized that she was hiding something from me.”

You raise an eyebrow at her.

“Have you figured out what that would be?”

Gahyeon smirks before grabbing a folded paper in her pocket. She hands it to you with conviction as you grab it with confusion.

You carefully unfold the paper, and as you scan the paper, you gasp.

“It’s a wedding invitation…”

“Yeah, but not any wedding invitation. It’s yours and Dami’s. Care to explain?”

“Ah!” You cover your hand with your face as you realize that Gahyeon has probably figured it out by now. “So you know…”

“How long, though? And, most importantly, why wouldn’t you invite me?”

“We did not want the word getting out.” You admit as Gahyeon places a hand over her chest in offense.

“You think of me as a gossip?”

“If it makes you feel any better, it was not me.” You mutter as Gahyeon scoffs.

“Dami is so mean to me!” She whines, and you laugh as she collapses onto the bed. “Do you have the rings?”

“Of course I do.” You play with the collar of your shirt before walking towards the nightstand on your side. “I suppose now I can actually start wearing it…”

You pull out a silver box, and you set it on the bed as Gahyeon watches you open it. She squeals as you hand her Dami’s ring, and you put your own on your finger as Gahyeon admires the ring.

“The invitation said this wedding happened a day before JiU and Yoohyeon left… Were one of them your witness?” Gahyeon inquires.

“Yeah, they both were. I am guessing that you figured out that Handong was Dami’s witness?”

“Handong told me everything once I found this invitation and confronted her about it… I just wanted to hear it from you to confirm that the wedding really did happen. Does SuA know?”

“She is as clueless as Siyeon is, believe it or not. I have come close to telling her, but my lips have been sealed.” You smile at Gahyeon before putting the box away and closing the drawer. “Did you really stage your disappearance so you could talk to me alone?”

She sheepishly laughs before raising her hands in the air.

“Guilty as charged~”

You take Dami’s ring from your hand, and you admire it for a moment before heading into the kitchen.

“Dami and Siyeon will be back here soon after they figure out what you have done. I will prepare a meal for four, then.”

“Are you going to tell Dami what I know?” Gahyeon calls out to you as you grab a kettle.

“I trust that you have that covered, Gahyeon.”

When the bell tower tolls three o’clock, the sound of gentle knocking on the front door causes you to set the plates down and answer the door.

“Dami…” You mutter softly before pulling her inside. “We need to talk.”

You gesture for Siyeon to enter as you pull Dami aside, and Siyeon silently closes the door before heading into the kitchen.

“What is the matter?” She softly asks, and she takes your left hand in hers. “Your ring… you’re wearing it?”

“Gahyeon sniffed us out.” You say before handing her the ring that belongs on her finger.

Dami stifles a chuckle before taking the ring from your hand.

“I had no idea she would figure us out so fast… I thought we would have more time.” Dami looks remorseful, but you’re quick to comfort her with a warm smile and a soft kiss.

“C’mon, I made everyone something to eat.” You lead her along with your hand in hers, and you glance back at her before heading into the kitchen. “How long did it take you to figure out that Gahyeon came back here?”

“Handong is honest, so after a nice cup of tea and a quick chat, she told us of Gahyeon’s plan.”

Gahyeon flinches at the mentioning of her name, and Siyeon places a gentle hand on her back.

“Do not worry, sister, we are not mad at you. We just wish you would tell us before you run off to your lover.”

“We are not-”

Siyeon laughs at Gahyeon’s defensiveness.

“Do not be so foolish and angry, Gahyeon. Enjoy being in love. It is a special, wonderful thing.” Siyeon looks saddened at the thought, but she quickly lightens up once you begin to serve food.

“Siyeon, I have something I wish to tell you.” Dami softly says, and you carefully observe as Siyeon looks at Dami.

“Do tell.” Siyeon places her elbow on the table, and she rests her head on her hand as Dami places both of her hands on the table.

“I… We-” Dami pauses as Siyeon takes Dami’s left hand in her free hand.

“Is that a wedding ring?”

“It is.” Dami softly says, and Siyeon smiles as she squeezes her sister’s hand.

“I am happy for you. I just wish we could have been there.”

You cannot help but to smile as you serve Dami a plate. You kiss her cheek before taking a seat next to her.

Her hand meets yours under the table as Siyeon turns her attention to you.

“I guess that makes us family now… Gahyeon?”

“Yes?” Gahyeon says in between bites of food.

“Is this the reason you ran from Handong’s estate to here? Did you wish to harass two innocent people-”

“Siyeon, please, it’s alright. She was just curious about what her sister was doing, especially when said sister tends to keep her affairs under wraps.” You say in defense of Gahyeon, and you speak again before Dami can get a word in. “There is nothing wrong with Dami wanting to be more private, but, if it is not too bold of me to say, I think the three of you should open up to each other more.”

“No, you have a point. We are sisters, after all.” Siyeon says, and the other two girls nod as someone knocks against the door again.

“I will get it. You three should talk.” You reassure them, and Dami pulls you in for a quick side hug before completely letting you go.

You quickly make your way to the door before opening it. You observe the man standing in front of you with a sense of familiarity. It was almost as if you had seen him before, as if you had known him a long, long time ago.

“Papa?” Your voice went soft as the older gentleman gently combs through his hair.

“I was not sure if you would recognize me since you had grown up so much, but I-”

He pauses when you give him a tight hug before wrapping his arms around you.

“Where have you been all of these years?” You mumble into his chest.

“I went out of the country to do some underground business with an old friend of mine… I believe your wife will know him very, very well.”

“Mr. Lee?”

“You were always a bright kid, but yes, that is the truth. I decided to come back when I heard that your mother was giving you some grief, plus I heard the news of your marriage from her father.”

“My father?” Dami softly says as she walks over to you.

“Yes, your father and I had many different ways of still learning about the two of you.” He reassures you as you let go of him.

“Would you like to come in?” Dami asks, and he shakes his head.

“I believe I have a visit to arrange with their mother, but I am more than happy to have that offer another time.”

“Another time, then.” She nods, and he bows before leaving the two of you alone.

“Case closed, I guess.” You shrug before closing the door behind you. “Are you surprised?”

“My father was a mysterious man, as was yours. I do not believe this behavior was above either of them.” Dami takes your hand, and she pulls you into her arms. “Our fathers had to take care of us in some way. Did you never think about how we were able to live such promising lives, despite the fact that neither of our mothers worked?”

“I… I had not thought of that before.” You put your coat on a hanger before taking Dami’s off of her. “Good work, Detective Lee~”

“I would not be able to do anything without you, love.” She gently says as you wrap your arms around her.

“Ah, as charming as ever, dearest.”

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terrence-silver · 1 year

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Could we please have a scenario where Terry just keeps fvcking beloved when someone walks in on them

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In moments like these, he truly missed Margaret Spencer.

Milos Dadok.

His old waiting staff from approximately thirty years ago back when he was still stationed at his Beverly Hills statement Mayan temple mansion overlooking Griffith Park in the heart of LA, because if Terry had a time machine and the ability to place you in it along with himself, push a button and go back three decades, he supposed he'd simply do this in front of them.

But as things were, the posse he flew in from Korea would have to do, seeing how there were perks to their ascetic levels of discipline and among others, it was the fact that they never minded when he fucked you in front of them, without concealing it, his leisure infinite. It was his house after all, his rules, his domain, his court --- they, his honored guests from afar, naturally. But, that didn't render his daily habits obsolete just because they were here. Quite the contrary. Their stoicism, it was a learned skill they honed all their lives --- no differently than he himself did. His Fist didn't flinch when faced with pain, hardship, training, blood or guts. Sex. At you sprawled out on the couch as he took you from behind while they mingled around, patrolling the premises, Sensei Min-Jun, Morozov and Odell acting his as his modern-day equivalent of a Praetorian guard; not that he needed one, but he enjoyed the prestige of living like an Emperor simply because he could. Fucking like an Emperor simply because he had you. Why should he stop for anyone in the world? Anything in the world? Terry would envy even the smallest patch of exposed of flesh on your skin in front of anyone else, but his Fist? They were more like extensions of him. His eyes, his fingers, his muscles. Them seeing you beneath him counted as much as not being seen at all. Such was the tutelage of Kim Sun Yung. They functioned like a unit, when need be. One being, especially in times of war.

These were such times. The times of extreme measures.

-"Sasong."- Sensei Hyan-Woo stands on attention, addressing him and approaching the sofa, honorifics on display, hands crossed behind his back, seemingly unfettered that you had your face dug into the fabric of the couch, body jiggling back and forth under Terry's rhythm, your fingers desperately gripping the material, your gasps wordless. -"Security on the premises could be reinforced. What do you want us to do about it?"- He asks and Terry wasn't concerned about security or anyone breaking in, focusing on the tender flesh of your ass facing him. The idea was ludicrous. He'd leave his door wide open if need be as an invitation to anyone who wanted to cross him. He was king here. He'd act the king. If Larusso, Lawrence or whoever else wanted to play tough, well then, so be it. Kings don't hide. That's why they're kings. -"Let them come to us. I want them to be able to."- Terry manages through gritted teeth and waves of pleasure, rutting back and forth, eyes pinned on the outlined of your naked back, grabbing either side of your bouncing hips. -"Fight us on our own territory."- He adds through a heated grunt, his hands reaching forward to tangle themselves in your hair. Hyan-Woo nods, firm faced and icy, turning to leave, accepting his orders and directions; his poker face borderline amusing. -"Understood, Sasong."- He says with a small bow, the door of the lobby shuts behind him. The moan you've been suppressing comes out tattered and broken once you're alone, impaled on his cock.

Terry hums in appreciation in return. Shy, were you? Even now?

Oh, thirty years ago.

Thirty years ago, if Margaret was still around, she'd merely push the bridge of her glasses on her eyes at the sight of this, give you and him a speculative glance and continue working, ignoring the debauchery going on right in front of her, ever the face of unflinching professionalism. Unfortunately, good, old Mrs. Spencer wasn't around anymore, rest her soul. But some things? Some things and some habits never had to change. They only had to take a different shape.

#terry silver #cobra kai #kk3 #tw; exhibitionism #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #the fist #old man terry #milos dadok #margaret spencer

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skzhera · 2 years

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A little inside scope of her life :)

INSIDE

(Preview about their friendship: A casual laid back, fun loving, out going, care-free trio. Any third person would get confused as to their relationship.) Growing up, Changbin, Lee know and Hera were brought up on the basic learning of an American household, only in their case, with Indian as well as Korean values. Both families, the Seos and the Lees made sure Hera would never feel disassociated from her culture. They taught her everything they knew and what they had leant or picked up on while growing up with her parents. They taught her the littlest things, even down to the languages they knew about her home town.

Compared to the Korean standards, their American values a bit too forward for the K-pop community. Their humour was strange for them, their friendship, huddles, touches were something they wished would only fade away. But they weren’t to budge.

To be completely frank, to a normal foreigner, their friendship was nothing but pure and a relation that purely looked like it dated time. Most of the foreign idols loved that the trio and the rest of the band was normalizing it, whereas for the companies and media, they were a pure nightmare.

They would never completely deny the fact that they never had feelings for each other either. Growing up, Changbin and Lee know realised they had turned this girl into everything they ever wished for in their significant other. Occasionally at parties and games, or whenever they would drink, Changbin would let it slip out, Lee know on the other hand was a constant flirt to a point that even Hera began questioning herself. With her, she thought of both of them as amazing friends and more that family and did not cancel out the thought of not dating either of them.

During high school, they even had a discussion about this and came to an agreement that, it will happen whenever it’s supposed to happen. Neither of them would force it, nor would they hold any grudges about it. People would often think a relationship like theirs would spark some arguments between the boys, but it was never the case. They had always been a platonic trio. Either of them were happy as long as Hera was happy. As cheesy as that sounded, it was true.

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(I wanted to add some context as to what kind of a household Changbin, Hera, Lee know , Seungmin, Bang Chan and Felix grew up in, since I've mentioned them growing up on the same block.)

The Seo's house.

This was the house Changbin and Hera grew up in. Growing up at the Seo's meant living rich. They were quite well of as both his parents were working in the cooperate world. The house had a warm, modern, warm brick vibe to it with numerous luxurious chandeliers all across. Filthy luxurious, dusky wood paneling's with a beautiful Zen garden in the backyard, beside the pool.

The Lee's Home.

Lee Know's family had a gray, industrial yet luxurious family décor to their house. They were both intellectually inclined with careers in Law and Teaching. A beautiful peaceful library with innumerable plants to keep it fresh.

The Bahng House

Chan's home gave off a Malibu beach house vibe with crisp white décor. A luxurious patio area for the parties and cozy furniture to keep it all homey. Chan's house had swings in almost every corner and they kids would have a blast till Mrs. Bahng would physically push them off.

Bokkie mansion.

Felix's house was a similar crisp white décor with warm accents just like his personality. With warmth radiating off the furniture and modernity and luxury cascading off the roofs and chandeliers.

The Kims.

Seungmin's mansion had a similar vibe to that of Chan's. That being a luxurious beach house, but a bit more homey. His house was extremely tidy with crisp clothed care takers around constantly. His grandfather came from of family of builders and his house was something right off a magazine.

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kuankang · 1 year

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MUNSUNG AU

"I'm sorry, it will be better this way"

WARNING: Death, Angst, Bullying, Au: School, First Love, Tutoring, Emotional/Psychological Abuse.

Words:4,752

Han Jisung has always been a cheerful child. He liked to laugh out loud and smile so wide that his mouth started to hurt. The guy was kind and sympathetic, he never allowed himself to speak rudely about someone or allow himself to somehow condemn or offend another person in his presence.

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Han Jisung has always been fair and unpredictable. He always had love for other people and the whole world in his heart.

He was no different from other guys his age. Even if he was not dressed in expensive and branded clothes, like some of his peers, he did not live in luxurious mansions and did not go to school in cars donated by his parents for his birthday - no. Han lived in an ordinary, unremarkable family, which was warm and cozy. He adopted his kindness and love of life from his mother, who, like his son, was often called the sun. And the addiction to laughter and smile is from the father, who, it seems, even in a dreamHe was no different from other guys his age. Even if he was not dressed in expensive and branded clothes, like some of his peers, he did not live in luxurious mansions and did not go to school in cars donated by his parents for his birthday - no. Han lived in an ordinary, unremarkable family, which was warm and cozy. He adopted his kindness and love of life from his mother, who, like his son, was often called the sun. And the addiction to laughter and smile is from the father, who, it seems, even in his sleep he smiled.

In addition to the guy himself, two more twin sisters grew up in his family, who loved their brother very much. They seemed to be Velcro, and, at times, they could not keep up with Jisung for hours. He affectionately called them princesses and patted them on the head.

The guy did not like to draw attention to himself and was usually quite quiet. At school, he was not the first in terms of academic performance, but he was clearly not the last. Han loved art and literature, but he had a hard time with mathematics. No matter how hard someone tried, he did not understand everything. His parents resigned themselves to such a problem of their son and simply brushed it off, saying that studying is not the main thing in a person's life.

However, Jisung didn't think so. He wanted to be the best. He didn't want to upset his parents by saying that his academic performance was lower than he could have been if he had understood other subjects as well.

That is why he turned to the teacher with a request for help. His eyebrows, it seems, could reach the ceiling, because he was very surprised that the teacher decided that he needed to put his peer to help him, so that the training took place in a more relaxed atmosphere than it would be with the teacher, where the guy would be afraid to ask if he did not understand something.

Han was even more surprised that Mr. Kim, their teacher, decided to put a guy from the parallel as his tutor. Lee Min-ho, whom he loved to look at in the crowd so much. They did not know each other, and until today, Jisung was sure that life would never bring them together, and indeed, Lee was clearly higher in the stage of life than himself.

The first lesson was scheduled at a café near Jisung's house, which was very convenient for the guy. However, he was worried that Minho, accustomed to excesses and wealth, would send the guy to all four sides and just leave.

That didn't happen. At the meeting, Minho smiled sweetly and looked as simple as Jisung himself, which gave him a little more confidence than he had before when he was just walking in the direction of the meeting point.

"Hi, you're Han Jisung, right?" Lee smiled modestly, looking at the guy in front of him.

"Y-yes." He replied, stammering slightly, not understanding why it became so hard for him to breathe and be here at the moment, and indeed, why it suddenly became so hot. "And you, Li Minho? Nice to meet you." He added, trying to answer with a smile.

"And me." Minho said curtly, sitting down at the table next to the guy. "Did you order something?"

"Not yet. I've been waiting for you to come".

"Okay, then let me give you a treat."

"You shouldn't..."

"I insist."

"Okay, if that's what you want." Han gave up, receiving another pretty smile in response.

Very soon, the guys had two glasses of coffee in front of them, as well as a couple of desserts.

"You shouldn't have spent so much money on me. I'll give you a refund. "Jisung didn't like to be indebted to anyone, much less to someone who would help him. Even if he did not often visit the café, as he believed that the prices there were unreasonably high, he really could pay. He thought about it beforehand, for he did not want to fall into the mud face in front of him.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I won't lose it, but you'll eat, so don't think about it and just try it. I don't know what you like, so I ordered two lattes: with caramel and blackberries, which one do you prefer?"

"I want it with caramel." Jisung surrendered, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Thanks again. Next time I'll pay" he smiled as he took the glass from Lee's hands. Let him deny himself something in the future, but if he promised, he will keep his word.

"Deal." Minho giggled as he picked up his blackberry drink.

After a while, when they talked a little to make it easier for them to talk about the subject, each of them noticed something new for themselves.

"So, so I'm your hyung, right?" A smile appeared on Minho's face.

"You're only a few months older than me, I don't think I need to call you that."

"Hey, how do you talk to your hyung?" Lee snapped, pursing his lips in a line.

"Come on!" Jisung laughed, but Lee didn't answer until he heard the cherished, "Okay, hyung, I think we need to get started."

"Even though I'm willing to just sit with you and talk, we still really need to work out." He nodded, taking out textbooks and notebooks with notes. "Well, look..."

The guys were losing track of time. It seems as if they were there for only half an hour, but about three and a half have passed. Their conversation was calm and smooth, without reproach or condemnation. Minho explained to his new acquaintance what he did not understand, and even if after several detailed explanations the younger one did not understand, he continued to repeat the same thing to him until he finally began to delve into it.

Han smiled and looked away awkwardly, feeling someone else's gaze on him, as if afraid that something would happen.

Jisung was grateful that Lee was patient with him and at some point he even began to think that they had known each other for many years and just decided to relax in a café, rather than meeting for the first time due to Han's academic failure.

"I think that's enough for today." Jisung said awkwardly, running his hand through his hair, leaning back on the café couch. "Thank you for helping me today. It seems to me that for the first time I understood something other than what was studied in elementary school." He laughs, admitting that it sounds very strange.

"That's good to hear. I'm glad I was able to help you." A satisfied smile spreads across his face. "Can you give me your number? I will write to you so that we can arrange the next meeting, if, of course, you like my company as a tutor."

"Of course, I really liked it!" Raising his hands, he started waving them, which made Minho laugh. "Number, yes, now..." he awkwardly lowered his palms and reached into his pocket for the phone to dictate his own and write down the number of his new comrade.

Today has changed a lot in Han Jisung's ordinary life.

Although at first he was often embarrassed and at times, even stuttered at meetings, then over time he became more confident. Each subsequent meeting brought pleasant memories and sensations. Han really began to understand this subject, and this was clearly the merit of Minho.

Jisung always shared his successes with Minho, as he himself asked for it in order to know where he should be more demanding and where he could slow down.

Gradually, their communication moved from tutoring to a more relaxed, and even friendly.

They began to spend more time, but not for math textbooks, but for simple walks around the neighborhood or joint trips to the park.

Parents began to wonder where their Jisung had disappeared. Han thought for a long time about whether he should talk about his new friend. He even discussed it with Minho himself. Lee began to ask for a meeting with his friend's family in order to become even closer.

The youngest agreed to this, of course, asking permission from his parents.

Jisung's new friend was welcomed with open arms, very warmly and friendly. He was given a lot of compliments that he had a model appearance and in general, that he was very good-looking, to which Han hissed at them, asking them not to embarrass his friend, which caused kind smiles from Minho himself.

Twin sisters Yu Rim and Ha Rim were now clinging not only to Jisung, but also to his friend. And no matter how Han tried to appease his prankster babies, they did not give up their positions. And only after the mother's order that it was impossible to do this in relation to the guest - they still lagged behind, but still smiled and laughed broadly, looking at their brother's friend.

"You have such a close-knit family. And very loving." Minho giggled as he walked up to Jisung's room.

"Yes, it is." The youngest himself could not restrain a smile from such a presentation and a manifestation of goodwill towards a new person in the life of his family.

"You have a very cozy room." He said, sitting down on the soft bed, looking around the room along the way. "I can feel the whole atmosphere and warmth. And, you know, your room even looks a bit like you."

"Really?" From these words, a blush appeared on the guy's face and he hastily turned away, supposedly removing something from the table. "And with what?"

"Hmmm... Let me think about it." He slowly tapped his chin with the tip of his finger, trying to catch "this thing" that was screaming so hard about who the owner of this monastery was.

It seemed a few minutes before he finally said it.

"The same chaotic, warm and sunny."

"Warm?" Sunny? In what sense?" Han asked sincerely, really not understanding what these words meant in Lee's understanding.

"Yes. Thank you." The guy thanked, taking a glass of soda from his friend's hands. "It's warm... Well, every thing seems to be heated by sunlight and heat. And sunny, because you yourself are like the sun - bright, like a ray of light. I think so, yes."

"Well, that sounds interesting," he smiled, feeling embarrassed again, so he turned away again to pick up his laptop and climb onto the bed. "What do you want to see?"

"Let's take a look at some anime. It's been a long time since I sat like that and watched it." The eldest replied with a smile, moving closer to Han.

Now, they began to spend more time at Jisung's house and it didn't bother anyone at all, rather the opposite. And Han's sisters almost ran home from kindergarten when they heard from their parents that they had a guest. Their favorite guest. Minho laughed and was always happy to ride on the back of each of the girls in turn. Jisung was always swearing at them, saying that you can't do that and if they want to sit on someone's back so much, they should ask him, not his friend. Lee shrugged off his friend's words and continued to do what these princesses asked him to do.

One day, when Han's parents and sisters went to another city for the whole weekend on some business that Jisung had safely forgotten about, he decided to invite a friend to spend the night, because the two of them are always more interesting, aren't they?

This evening promised to be fun from the moment Minho appeared on the doorstep of Han's house, with a bag in his hands, containing snacks and a couple of bottles of soju.

Both guys weren't addicted or anything, simply, sometimes I wanted to get away from all the problems and just relax.

Looking at the TV and sitting on the couch side by side, they didn't even seem to feel intoxicated by what they had drunk until Minho's head suddenly fell on Jisung's shoulder. And, it seems, he wouldn't even have paid attention to it if Lee's head hadn't risen just as quickly and he hadn't felt the gaze on his face.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, feeling a little uncomfortable under such a gaze, from which goosebumps run through the body, butterflies flutter in the stomach and paint rushes to the face, which was already red from alcohol.

Minho was silent and just stared at his friend, completely forgetting that they were supposed to watch a new episode of their favorite anime. He seemed to be lost and saw only him. Han Jisung.

"Minho? Everything is fine?" Han echoed without hearing the answer, starting to squirm from such close observation. "Lee Minho, you've heard me—" his words are interrupted by a sudden touch to his lips by the lips of a friend. Jisung seemed to stop breathing for a minute and just stared at Lee with glassy eyes, not understanding what the hell was going on.

It seems that Minho tensed, not feeling the return, but this quickly changed when Han began to respond hesitantly to the kiss, crushing his friend's lips with his own. Lee understood and felt that his friend was holding back and... afraid?

Minho's hand makes its way under the blanket they were covered with and moves to the boy's palm to squeeze them tightly together, shackling them with one lock, one love, and a common destiny.

That evening will remain in Jisung's memory for a long time. That evening left behind the most pleasant and tender memories. That evening changed his whole life into "before" and "after".

In the morning of the next day, he squinted his eyes from the sun, which broke through the tightly closed curtains and at first did not understand why his body seemed to be shackled. And after a long five minutes of reconstructing events, he remembered what had happened last night. He felt very hot from the realization that he was right now in the arms of his best friend. Or, not a friend anymore? Yesterday, unfortunately, they didn't have time to discuss it, because they were busy studying each other's lips and they were clearly not up to thinking about a new stage of their friendship.

Jisung seems to have even stopped breathing, afraid of waking Minho up and having to look him in the eye. His thoughts were randomly rushing from corner to corner and he could not choose what he would say first when his friend woke up. Everything turned out to be much simpler and at the same time more complicated when he felt that the hands on his waist tightened, and on his neck he felt someone else's breath and a warm, barely felt kiss.

His heart skipped a beat and it seemed that he was about to have a heart attack from such touches.

"Han-ni, good morning," the eldest whispered sleepily, burying his face in Jisung's collarbone area again.

"Morning..." he replied embarrassedly, swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth.

"How did you sleep?" Because of this arrangement, Jisung could smell his friend without any effort or effort. He smelled of vanilla and something invigoratingly fresh that made his head spin even more.

"Great. What about you?" He felt Minho begin to leave gentle kisses on his collarbone, as well as recently on his neck, causing a moan to burst from his mouth.

"I sleep wonderfully." Lee replied, finally raising his face and gaze to his friend, who at that hour had averted his gaze from the face opposite, and was looking anywhere. Anywhere but not Minho's eyes.

"Jisung, is something wrong?" The eldest asked, releasing one of his arms, which he had previously wrapped around his friend's body, to take his chin, forcing him to look forward. "Jisung?"

"I... Well...You..." He was starting to get nervous, because he didn't want his words and possible confession to be rejected and he lost a friend who became closer to him than all combined. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't know what to say about?"

"About... last night."

"What exactly do you mean by 'last night'?" Our kiss?" Minho asked calmly, trying to put pressure on the guy.

"Yes. What was it, Minho? I'll understand if you say that it's just alcohol hit the head and you didn't want to kiss me at all, but because of the alcohol, you did it and—" Jisung seems to be very worried and therefore began to rattle so quickly that Minho's brain, still not fully awake, just began to get lost in his words.

"So, stop-stop." He exhaled calmly, urging Han to do the same. "It's just morning and it's just us, okay? Do you want to know if this kiss changed something between us?"

He gets a faint nod in response.

"I don't know if you share my opinion, but... I didn't do it because I was drunk, or rather, I did it because I simply couldn't do it sober, because I wasn't sure what you would answer, but when I drank, my the fear evaporated. I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you. And I want you to tell me your opinion about what happened, too." He looks expectantly at Han, who answers uncertainly.

"I... I wanted to kiss you too." A blush appears on his cheeks and Minho rejoices in this, because he really likes to embarrass his friend and see him blushing because of his words or actions.

"Then... What's the problem?" He brings his face closer, making him feel Jisung's ragged breath on his lips.

"Well, friends don't kiss even if they're drunk, do they?" He begins to feel that he is timid and this makes him even more nervous.

Minho laughs at Han's reaction and gently touches his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and the corners of his lips with his own, barely leaving any tangible kisses.

"Do you want to change your status?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Jisung's heart beats wildly, his body burns, and his mind is silent as luck would have it. He's afraid. He is afraid that he will not be able to be worthy for Minho. He is afraid that he will not be able to become for him who he wants to see next to him.

"Are you doubting your answer? Then I'll do this." he says, and then gently touches his lips with his own, gently biting the lower one. Han moans softly at this action and covers his eyes from such a pleasant feeling inside — when the body does not seem to obey its owner, and the butterflies sitting inside are so eager to get a gun.

"Is it "yes"?" Lee asks, pulling back, with a sly squint.

"Uh-huh, yes.." Han replies quietly, finally smiling, which once again catches his friend guy.

Since then, several months have passed and their life has become brighter and richer every day.

Every day was filled with love and affection, warm kisses and hope for tomorrow.

No one knew about their relationship, and it was Han's initiative. He asked Minho to keep it a secret from everyone. And he himself did not tell anyone about it, not even his family, who would definitely accept any choice of their loved one.

Minho became Jisung's closest person, but even from him, he still hid something.

Perhaps if Minho had been a little more attentive, he would have understood why Han hid from sight every time he saw him at school and flatly refused to show everyone that they knew each other, which he explained by the fact that their different statuses could be of interest and become the basis for rumors from others. Lee didn't want to force Jisung to do anything against his will, so he agreed.

Something he was hiding from his boyfriend was very important and serious, even if they never talked about it.

Han Jisung was a kind of outcast among the class. Many simply pretended not to notice him and he treated them most kindly, however, there were also those who decided that everything was allowed to them.

He was often called names, and that was the easiest thing they could do. Sometimes, it got to the point that his things ended up in an urn, his things were spoiled, torn, painted and simply mocked, because he could not fight them back. Because he was afraid to fight them back. Because he was afraid of the consequences that could be. Han Jisung was an ordinary student, without connections and influence, unlike his abusers, who daily did what they wanted with their hands untied, knowing that they would not get anything for it.

This happened before Minho appeared in Jisung's life, but with a new person in his life, it became easier for him to cope with the shit that his peers presented to him.

One day, when he came to school, he again ran into a local retinue, who decided that his points did not suit him and instead of just taking them away, they began to play basketball with them and eventually, of course, broke them.

Jisung lied to his parents that he tripped and they fell, that's why they broken. After this incident, he asked to buy lenses so that such situations would no longer happen. Albeit not immediately, but the parents fulfilled the request of their son and now, there is one less problem.

But the bullying didn't stop. Classmates liked to tell him that he was worthless and would achieve nothing in this life and at the end would rot in the same urn where his things usually turned out to be. Jisung tried to ignore it and not take it to heart, but he was always surprised by such cruelty and it wasn't that he was offended, although it was true. He simply could not understand what motives and for what purpose they were mocking him, killing his faith and love in himself. He was scared and upset by someone else's cruelty.

He was puzzled as to why his heart contained so much love, and someone's heart seemed to be stone and could not feel empathy for others.

When Minho came into his life, it became easier for him to cope with such a life, because he knew that when he returned home, he would be able to write to Lee. He will be able to meet him and just part in his arms and kisses.

He will be able to feel loved. He will be able to feel that someone cares.

Even though Minho didn't know everything, Han still felt unreal support from him, which warmed and healed his wounded and disfigured heart.

Gradually, classmates began not to be impudent, they began to seem to go crazy when they realized that there would be no rebuff.

It hurt Jisung to even think about what they were doing.

He was beaten after school, called names and wished death.

Han Jisung was not considered a man who deserved a simple existence.

Living such a life was simply unbearable. The eternal lie about where the bruises and abrasions come from, the eternal fear that such a skirmish will be the last in his life.

Han Jisung was afraid that he would be deprived of the only thing he had. He will be deprived of the life that he carved brick by brick. His fear was gradually eating away at him from the inside. His fear became a separate part of his existence. This fear was getting rid of him. This fear became his personal destruction.

Everything got to the point that he began to shake for no reason from every rustle. He had nightmares in which he was killed right in front of his little sisters. He had nightmares of being beaten in front of his parents. Worse, he had nightmares of lying ugly beaten in front of Minho, who looks at him with contempt and just walks away. Jisung knew that Minho wouldn't do that to him, but that fear... It really clouded his mind and made him think about the worst outcome.

Han Jisung began to cry every time he was at home or went out to Minho's, although he tried to shorten such meetings so that he would not accidentally see the contempt that was never in his beloved eyes opposite.

One of the days he hated so much, he couldn't take it anymore. He could no longer be afraid. He didn't want to be afraid anymore.

His body ached from new abrasions and bruises, his soul ached, and his heart whined, his eyes had long since cried all the tears. His life had no meaning. It didn't make sense even though his parents and two restless prankster babies were waiting for him at home. It didn't make sense, despite the fact that Minho was always waiting for him, who liked to kiss him on the tip of his nose, because he knew that the youngest was tickled.

Standing on the edge of a bridge near the city center, Jisung thought for a long time what he wanted to say in the end. There were a lot of thoughts in his head, but he didn't want his departure to be painful for his loved ones.

It was not the first time he thought about leaving this world, and therefore, in a fit of pain, he wrote letters addressed to his family and Minho.

Deciding not to write about his actions right away, he asked Minho to come to his house and take a box from under his bed and read the letter he had left for him.

Minho laughed it off, sending a smiling emoji, saying that he really wanted to see what was there.

Jisung was sorry that he would not be able to see the reaction of his beloved. Jisung was sorry that maybe Minho would be upset. Jisung was sorry he was so weak.

"Hyung, I remember our first meeting. I remember how radiantly you smiled at me. I remember when you bought coffee and offered it to me. I've never liked caramel latte, but, you know, after I drank it from your hands — I think I loved it with all my soul. I will never forget how we spent days and nights together. How my princess sisters exploited you to wear them on your shoulders and back. I remember you saying that my room is warm and sunny, just like me. I remember how you kissed me when we were watching our favorite anime. Check it for me, please. I remember all your touches and kisses. I remember you kissing my nose and telling me I was very cute when I wrinkled it.

If you're reading this, it means I was too weak. So I couldn't be strong for you. I'm sorry about that, Hyung. I love you infinitely much, as much as my tortured heart can love. Right now, I'm probably in a better world. Hyung, I promise that I will be stronger in the next life. I will be stronger for you."

With warmth and love

from Han-nie<3

#lee know #skz #lee minho #stray kids #han jisung #minsung #skz fanfic #stray kids fanfic

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nautiscarader · 2 years

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Orgy - ML heroes fucking each other after hawkomoth's downfall

(ao3)

Marinette felt a truly unique mixture of pride and excitement as she strolled through the upper floor of Agreste mansion, seeing all of his superhero friends, most of them were they former classmates, filling the house that until now has been mostly empty and silent with so many cheerful noises and laughter.

But she also felt nervous - it was also her first test as host and lady of the mansion. After all, in a few months she WILL be mrs. Agreste… And thus Marinette made sure that all of the guests felt at home, fulfilling all of their needs, offering refreshments, home made sweets, and condoms.

That's because all of the young heroes were naked.

And fucking each other like horny rabbits.

It seemed a natural way of celebrating the downfall of Hakwmoth in the now reclaimed Agreste mansion, which has become, ironically, a superhero not-so-secret base. And with love flowing quite freely between so many couples, a celebratory love party like this was inevitable.

Marinette looked at the many naked friends either enjoying each other bodies, kissing, groping, sucking or fucking, or resting from recent love-making, basking in the afterglow, perhaps just to choose another partner , or whom to add to their existing configuration…

And this is when Marinette exceeded, eager to help, serve and remind them who was free, though more than enough she was pulled onto many couches and sofas that never have been used in such erotic way.

She gasped when Juleka pulled her between her and Rose, and before she knew it, the needs for their refreshment was satisfied when the blonde girl began lapping at her sex, while her girlfriend offered her pussy in form of facesitting on Ladybug's mouth.

Marinette fulfilled her duties, licking, kissing and caressing the girls, and in return, her thighs were spread when both Rose and Juleka joined forces to bring Ladybug to and over her edge, a third or fourth she already experienced this afternoon.

And just when she thought her mouth would get rest from moaning and praising the skilled tongues of the two girlfriends, she saw Kim and Max with their cocks out and even upside down she could see smirks on their faces as they asked if the host of the party is hungry for snacks.

Next thing she knew, the boys surrounded her, Marinette's fingers closing around their rods before she could taste their precum. She made sure to lap each one in turn before she made a brave move to try fit both of them in her mouth, a risky decision she was rewarded for with streams of seed that flooded her mouth a few minutes later.

With Marinette back on her feet, she thanked her two lovers for a snack of their own, before she w ent to ensure other young adults had their desires fulfilled. But not before Alya grabbed her and pulled her between her and Nino, letting her kiss her slightly cum-streaked face, while Nino, clad in a new condom, dived inside her. Thi s wasn't the first time the three have done it together, but it was the addition of Alix and her strap-on that changed the playfield, with the rabbit-themed superheroine mounting her ass and proving the stereotypes about her Kwami weren't exaggerated.

Alya drank moans from her best friend's lips, sharing some of her own when Nino grabbed her thighs and moved her over his face, caressing his girlfriend's folds.

With two cocks, one real, one fake, and three pairs of hands roaming her body, Marinette was bound to climax soon, and as she rocked between her three lovers, her shivering, thrashing thighs were experienced by them all, as Ladybu gave in to the pleasure, coming from combination of vaginal and anal pleasure.

With her legs quivering slightly more, she spent more time kissing and groping her lovers while Alya took her place, being double-penetrated

It was then that Marinette spotted her movable tray was taken, by none other by Adrien, serving as a host, though still clad in his outfit, or at least was left out of it for easier access to his body.

He was handling it remarkably well, Marinette thought. She could only imagine how the discovery of Hawkmoth's identity must have shaken him, and she did not judge him for staying in his superhero persona all the time, especially if it meant engaging in such frivolous activities.

She wished she could do something more for him…

"Hey everyone!", Marinette sudden;y heard Alya's voice, "Who here wants to see Ladybug and Chat Noir fuck each other brains out on the table?"

Her proposition was met with cheers and clapping, and with a not-so-gentle nudge of her foot, Alya made Marinette get up and get to her boyfriend, equally encouraged to be the stars of the event.

"I guess it's like dancing, we are the leading couple…", she joked as Chat's arms closed around her.

"yes, but you have heard the crowd. They want our great protector…"

A quick, bright flash turned Marinette in to Ladybug, her costume already mostly gone, sans her mask, reading into her intentions.

She yelped when Chat grabbed her and jumped onto the wooden table, showing everyone her pussy and his condom0clad cock, as she pushed her to sit in his laps.

"Ready, my lady? "

"Oh yes."

And with that, Chat slammed Ladybug's body onto his cock, his tail coiling around her, as he thrust his hips while simultaneously keeping steady grip on her torso, for all the people to watch how deep he's hitting her sex.

Marinette threw her head back, moaning Chat's name, which was drowned in dozens of moans coming from their onlookers, watching as she was rutted. And it was Kagami's voice that brought Marinette from her high back to reality, as the girl climbed the table and faced the two, temporarily obscuring the view of their sexes to their audience.

Her appearance did not stop Chat's moves at all; if anything, he was hammering Ladybug harder, his frantic thrusts getting compensated by Kagami's tongue lapping their sexes, producing shared moans from both of them. But the dragon-themed superheroine did not come just to caress them, as she came with a proposition to spice the spectacle even further.

"We all wanted to see the repat of your final battle", she teased them, "So how about you two…"

She moved her finger down their crotches, toying with Marinette's clit, until she grabbed Chat's cock and pinched the tip of his condom.

"…unify?"

Marinette and Adrien exchanged knowing looks, and when Adrien saw her lips curl into a sly smile Kagami yanked the protective layer off him. Marinette expected Chat to slam her onto his cock again, but instead, the host of the party had something else in mind. In a single move, he toppled Ladybug to her back, folded her legs in half and jumped to his feet, before sliding his cock inside her bareback as he put her in a frantic mating press.

Marinette could only hear the react ion of the audience, nearly two dozens of young adu lts watching her being ruthlessly rutted, though from the sounds of it, the sudden change of position have inspired some couples to try it themselves.

And as she looked in Adrien's green eyes, she felt what Kagami meant. She was once more on the battlefield, surrounded by her fellow superheroes, and she was overwhelmed with love as they joined their powers, minds and hearts to defeat the evil.

And when Chat came and flooded her with his potent seed, she now felt the union of their bodies, not just with Chat, but Alya, Nino, Kim, Alix, Marc, Zoe, Chloe… she screamed and moaned as Chat seeded her, his virility overflowing her pussy, spilling onto the table for all the youngsters to see. What they couldn't see was the long kiss between the two, as Ladybug made sure to thank Adrien for the show and for the ecstasy he created.

She only wished she could see that erotic mating, but just a moment later she was given the chance as Luka and Kagami approached the two, each to borrow one part of the creation duo, and giving Marinette chance to watch Kagami getting mate pressed by Chat while Viperion offered slightly more delicate love-making to tired Ladybug, letting her watch as practically every other naked superhero added themselves to the lovepile.

Marinette woke up from her well-deserved slumber, finding herself between Adrien on one side, and Alix on the other. She vaguely remembered her licking her pussy while Max fucked her just before she concluded she needed some rest…

The sun has set a long time ago, the air inside the mansion was thick with musky fragrance of swet, sex and love, but despite the late hour, she could still hear sounds of bodies slapping against each other, kissing, or laughing, as different couples or groups of lovers found their own corners or even whole rooms.

She stretched her arms and felt she needs to visit bathroom. And as she strolled to it, she was overwhelmed with pride and joy, knowing the bonding of their teammates are now stronger than ever.

Though as she came across her movable tray, she realised there were still things to improve. For once, they could expand kitchen, given the empty trays of snacks. And they will have to build a nursery, seeing how few condoms were taken…

#ladynoir #adrinette #AND THE REST #smutember2022 #day 19 #miraculust #nautiscaraderfics #mlnsfw #lemon #aged-up characters and all that

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choice!JK

“fun? how is attending a drug dealing party fun?” you sass but at least jungkook is being honest with you. not like he has a choice since you know everything about his ‘occupation.’ you take a moment to think about it: if you attend this party it’ll be easier to cover up his death. he’s a mafia leader who made a lot of enemies, so the jury could write it off as a drug deal gone wrong. you’ll be scot free and get your revenge for jungkook’s threat. however, what if a shoot out takes place and you get injured? or worse, what if you end up liking jungkook again?

there’s no doubt that you’re still angry at jungkook for what he’s done and the last thing he deserves is showing you off as his ‘girlfriend’ at a fancy party filled with mob bosses but you’re curious to see the setting of these parties.

are they in huge fancy settings? or are they in a gentlemen’s club? are drugs passed around during the party? if yes, then you’d like to try just one…

“sure. i’ll accompany you but don’t expect any kindness out of me” you say with a shrug. “we’ll talk about it tomorrow though, i’m tired”

you turn around and head straight to your bedroom leaving jungkook surprised but happy that you complied to tag along with him.

it’s happening. it’s really, really happening.

slowly but surely, you’re softening up and if he plays his cards right, you both can get back to what you guys once were…

*knock* *knock*

“good morning, master jungkook. minho has requested your presence for breakfast. y/n is there too” says the maid as she leaves jungkook to wake up.

“JUNGKOOKIEEEE!!! wake upp!!” minho yells.

“kim minho! quit it”

“teehee, okay okay”

you roll your eyes at your younger brother and continue to cut his waffles up just the way he likes. it’s barely been 24 hours and minho has brought life into the large mansion whereas when it was just you and jungkook, it was awfully grey.

minho woke up at an early 7:30 in the morning and demanded cinnamon waffles and how could you say no when he asked so “nicely.”

Who wakes up at 7 am in the morning on a Saturday?

Of course you and your brother. But this is actually a good thing because he gets to spend a lot of time with you and him before you guys have to leave for the party. And he has to buy you a dress.

So reluctantly, but excitedly, he gets up from his comfortable bed, he did have a nice sleep last night because you were less upset with him. He could see it in your eyes.

He hurriedly goes to have a shower and then after getting ready for the day, he’s at the dining table with you and Minho, the six-year-old is such a smiling little child. He’s so glad that he’s here with you guys because he makes this large house feel like an actual Home.

“Hi Minho!!! Did you have a good sleep last night?” Jungkook greets your brother while who gives him the most adorable smile while nodding.

And then his eyes settle on you. How do you manage to look so beautiful in the morning? He must admit that he missed view so much, and now that he’s finally getting to see it. He feels a little sane.

You’ve saved a lot of lives just now.

“Good morning yn.” He greets you as well maybe trying to be polite but that’s not really true because he wants to talk to you, at any chance he gets.

He also begin’s to eat and he really wants to try the waffles that Minho is eating but he’ll just stick to his protein shake, and some toast bread.

He remembers how you used to scold him all the time for his light breakfast, and he wants you to do it now but… it’s OK. One step at a time.

“Hey yn.. you have to come with me to the dress shopping- even though your clothes are over here I don’t think you have any dresses appropriate for the… you know occasion tonight.”

Of course you have all the dresses, but he just needs an excuse to take you out, “Minho sweetheart, you will be with Mrs Min while your sister and I go out to buy you a little present OK??” He coos at the six year old because he’s going to be here with Mrs min.

“Go ahead yn- go get ready.”

#ask: choice!jungkook #YN DONT DO DRUGS LMAO

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singguks · 2 years

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summer in the soop, #1 | bts

synopsis. two siblings, two groups, one house. boys versus girls, simple as that. they can either enjoy the unsupervised mansion in the middle of the woods or start a war. summer, here they come!

🌳 the chapters will be archived » here

pairing. jungkook, taehyung, jimin, namjoon x oc's

genre. summer au + fluff + slice of life + angst + smut

word count. 3040

warnings. swearing and lots of teen fights :)

a/n. to my friends, and my teenage years; i miss them both dearly.

chapters. previous - next

chapter one: summer is right around the corner.

♫ TRIMMMM TRIMMMM TRIMMMM ♫

— Oh, for fucks sake.

Kat mumbled while tapping her hand in the dark trying in vain to find the diabolical device that was disturbing her sleep. When she found it, by the bedside table, she simply sent it flying across the room, but that did little to nothing to shut it down. The deafening sound of it could still be heard across her room.

— Shit!

With a heavy sigh and much effort, the girl fumbled in her bed getting up to search for the alarm clock once more. Her room was completely dark. Thankfully she knew the space like the back of her hand, and it took her less than a minute to find the ringing thing.

She pressed its button to turn it off. Ten a.m. on a Sunday and she was already up, with a maddening headache and drastic humor. God, her head was hurting like a bitch — probably by the number of tequila shots she consumed last night… Or the other reason.

No. Stop thinking about that.

She started pacing back and forth around her room; all the emotions she managed to suppress last night with the help of alcohol were coming back to her like a tsunami. Convinced she wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore, she decided to head downstairs to at least eat something. Her stomach was starting to rumble as well, and she desperately needed distraction.

Her mom caught her figure as soon as she arrived at the base of the stairs.

— Hey, honey! Good morning! — the older woman said warmly while cutting some oranges on a cutting board.

— For you, I imagine. — Kat answered irritated making her brother laugh.

— Katherine! What’s up with that attitude? — her mom stopped cutting the fruits to look at her with scolding eyes.

She sighed while sitting next to her brother by the kitchen island, — Sorry, mom.

— What happened? You never wake up like that. — the matriarch observed.

— Nothing happened.

— Kat… You know you can talk to me, right? What happened?

— Nothing. Seriously I- — She was ready to resort to some lie when her brother interrupted.

— She got cheated, that’s what. — he snorted while eating his cereals.

In an anger outbreak, Kat hooked her arm around Taehyung’s neck making him slightly choke, while she growled lowly on his ear with a bunch of threats. The boy, despite being choked up, kept debating himself and laughing at the whole situation.

— Fuck yo-

— ENOUGH! — their mom snapped, gaining their attention. — The both of you! — She shifted expressions, adopting a serious facade and Taehyung had to suppress a laugh. — Taehyung, go to your room.

— But mom!

— NOW. — She said decisively and Kat was the one snorting this time, seeing her brother pick up the bowl of cereals he was previously eating and make his way to the stairs.

It was only when they both could hear his door shutting close upstairs that Mrs. Kim resumed their conversation.

— Tell me what happened.

— Mom… I really don’t want to talk about it. It wasn’t even something to worry about, really. — Kat looked at her with sincerity and she pondered for brief seconds.

She let out a sigh, feeling resigned, at least for now. — Alright. It’s your call. But if you need, you know you can talk to me.

— I know, mom. Thanks. — the girl offered a smile and grabbed the box of cereals Taehyung had left behind to munch on them until it was lunchtime. — I’m going up.

Kat decided to take a nice bubbly bath to relax and see if it could help even if a little with her massive hangover. She prepared the tub, filled it with a bath bomb, and some scented bubbles, and let the water run. As she waited for it and sat on the ledge, she heard soft knocks.

— Yeah?

— Are you dressed? Can I come in? — She saw Taehyung’s head peeping in the small space of the door that was now opened.

— Mmhm, I am.

The boy got in, gently leaning the door instead of closing it again, and looked at his sister. He opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times. His head doing a twist, not knowing how to approach, or even start, the conversation.

— What is it? — she asked chuckling.

— I’m sorry. — the boy sighed and leaned on the sink. — I shouldn't have joked about it, it was just inevitable at the time but now that I thought about it I-

— Tae. — she interrupted him. — It’s fine!

— It’s not fine. He’s an asshole and what he did to you was like- — The air came out through his nose, he closed his eyes for brief seconds to control himself.

— Taehyung. Hey. It’s really fine!

Despite their little sibling bickerings and a series of unfortunate jokes, they had a really close and good relationship with each other. They were only one year apart and had grown up to being there for whatever the other needed. Their dad was generally away since he was an airline pilot, and their mom, although quite more available, was always in a rush because of her own work; she was a news anchor. Growing up, they were all they had.

— Why are you so… Okay? With it? — He asked visibly confused and closed the space between them to put both of his hands on her cheeks and crush them, as an excuse to inspect her closely.

— Because- — she tried to speak but her voice sounded muffled.

— What did you do? — He knew quite well his sister. She was acting weird for someone who had just been cheated on, even if she didn’t love the guy.

She freed herself from his hands and with a growing smirk, she confessed, — Well… I might or might not have stolen his clothes and he had to leave the party… Naked. And people took photos of it… I thought your little gremlin had told you already!

Taehyung looked at the girl before him for a few seconds with a blank face, trying to decide if she was messing with him or not. But she wasn’t. He could see she wasn’t. So he laughed loudly.

— You did not!

— Yes I did! — she confirmed and laughed with him.

The boy had tears in his eyes when they were interrupted by her phone ringing insistently on top of the toilet seat cover. He dried his eyes with his arm and picked up the device, scrunching his nose while checking the name on the screen.

— It’s Violet. — he said while giving the phone to Kat making her swing her head from side to side. — I’m going to my room.

— ‘Kay! — she laughed while seeing him leave the bathroom talking to himself. — Vi! Tell me stuff!

The girl had taken her bubbly bath in the company of her best friend Violet through call. And that was something that happened frequently. Once she and Violet began discussing something, they would only finish it hours later, and always on a completely different subject from what they had started. They had been close friends ever since elementary school and despite their differences, one could say they were joined at the hip.

Violet, as a good friend, had called her to know how she was feeling and of course, to put Kat’s mind at ease, filling her in on how her reputation hadn’t taken a peak like she was expecting it to. On the contrary. Yeah, she was the new victim of Chad DuPont, but differently from the rest, she had been the one to take revenge on him. It wasn’t about Kat being two-timed, but about Chad having to leave a party completely naked because she had stolen his clothes. “He had to sneak into his house like that, Kat! His sister told her best friend — that verified gossip girl — that his mom caught him and thought he had been muggled or something!” Violet had told her, laughing proudly. Her Sunday had gotten a lot better after Vi’s call.

Back into her bedroom, she opened her wardrobe to change into something comfortable. Her towel was discarded by the bed, and she had just worn a crop top when the accident happened.

— … So I heard you were two-timed last ni- — a voice came from behind her and alarmed she jumped, turning around quickly to face the owner of it.

Her heart was beating fast due to the fright. And he froze on the spot once he scanned her body, seeing she was only wearing underwear and a really small crop top.

It all happened fast, sure, but for the two of them was as if time had stretched and pulled in different directions. Kat’s eyes got huge with the realization that the boy in front of her had caught her in an awkward situation, so her body reacted alone, without thinking. Once she came to her senses, heart beating fast and chest panting up and down, she stared at a startled Jungkook. A fresh streak of red was painted on his left cheek.

Without realizing Kat had taken the first thing she could reach from her bedside table — that damn alarm clock — and flung the object at him in full force. To her surprise, he didn’t move, hence being hit with the device straight to his face.

— Oh- Shit. — She said, her eyes turning into two big marbles.

She observed in panic as his hand slowly came in contact with his cheek. And as he looked at his fingers now painted with his own blood he groaned, the pain finally hitting him and the guilt finally dawning on her.

— ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?! — he finally snapped, left hand reaching once more his cheek to stop the blood.

— IT’S YOUR FUCKING FAULT! — Kat replied louder and exasperated while running toward him.

— Don’t touch me, you lunatic! — Jungkook barked when she got closer.

— I didn’t even touch you, you asshole!

— What’s happening here? — Jimin asked entering Kat’s bedroom and gaining their attention. As soon as he saw she was only wearing underwear he turned back. — Woah there! Why are you in your panties?!

— That’s a good question… — Jungkook added while Jimin still had his back to the both of them.

— I- — she tried to answer but somehow the situation got worse.

— Who’s in their panties? — Taehyung arrived completely unaware of what was happening. His brain took a while to process the renaissance painting before him. Jimin facing him with both his hands froze midair like he was caught stealing something, Jungkook by his side with blood dripping down his cheek and hand, and his sister in panties.

— Not to alarm you or anything but I’m bleeding in case you guys didn’t notice!

— OUT! — Taehyung said seriously, finger pointing towards the door.

— I didn’t see a thing!!! — Jimin defended himself.

— It’s a black pantie with lots of bugs bunny faces inside red hearts. — Jungkook spilled the tea gaining a cross look from Taehyung and regretting it right after.

— ASSHOLE! — Kat shouted to Jungkook while her brother shushed them out of the room, slamming the door on his way.

Kat had known both Jimin and Jungkook for a long time now. Jimin was basically their third brother since they’ve always been neighbors and both his mom and her mom were best friends. As for Jungkook, he appeared in their lives somewhat between intermediate school and junior high, when his family moved cities. At first, things between them were fine, but it didn’t take long for him and Kat to start bickering… When they got to high school, things only got worse. Probably because they took different positions in the school; she hung out with one of the — if not the most — popular circle of friends while Jungkook… Well, he was your typical bad boy loser, completely different from the usual popular jocks. Still, Jungkook had his fame.

Namjoon, Taehyung’s other friend, arrived soon after to join the quartet that somehow Kat’s popular group hated so much. They had a garage band that played from time to time at school events, and that ended up putting a bigger distance between the two. Which leads to the present day: they just can’t be in the same room for too long without a proper fight.

The girl hurriedly put on a track short and went down the stairs after Taehyung and the other two. She hated Jungkook’s gut but she couldn’t help but feel guilty. The cut she inflicted on his cheek looked ugly and she felt the need to check if everything was ok.

— Ouch! — Jungkook winced while Taehyung held his head for Jimin to disinfect the wound. — Jimin, I’m not sure- — He winced yet again, the alcohol stinging his fresh cut way too much.

— Shush. My mom is a nurse, I know one thing or two. — The older one answered while Taehyung kept Jungkook’s head steady with much more force than he intended to.

— Exactly. So remind me again why it’s your face I’m seeing and not your mom’s?!

— I got worried for nothing. — Kat passed by them, inspecting his cheek. — You aren’t even in need of stitches! — She mocked but Jungkook wasn’t able to answer her because the second he was going to, Jimin rubbed the gauze drenched in alcohol on his face making his jaw clench. — How are you feeling? — The girl asked without messing around this time.

— Like you care.

She huffed and went towards the fridge to fetch something to drink. — You’re right, I don’t. But I’m still polite. Who knows? Maybe I damaged your last brain cell. — She retorted while grabbing a can of coke. — Is it hurting too much?

— Mind your damn business, cupcake. — He said, gaining a forehead flick from Taehyung and making Namjoon, who had just arrived by the back kitchen door, fall in laughter.

The girl stuck her tongue out in a childlike behavior and was about to turn around to leave through the backyard but Namjoon was in her way. — Just my luck! — She huffed.

— I gotta say, my night was a thousand times better because of you! — He remarked while flipping his phone around to show her the pics he had of Chad butt naked. — Didn’t have the time to click these myself but apparently they are all over… — He laughed.

— Uhu. — She tried once more to pass by him. — By the way, what were you doing there last night? Trying to sneak in on VIP parties now?

— As if, KitKat! — He retorted, making Jungkook laugh out loud and Kat gave him the finger. That was a nickname given to her by Jungkook himself once they were twelve and she absolutely loathed it. — Becky invited me.

— Wow… The world is really upside down. — She laughed it out. — Becky is making out with losers now? Sheesh. Her breakup with Sebastian didn’t do her so well. — She made her way through the backyard not bothering to look back. — Enjoy your free tickets while they last, bro!

She went for her walk around the neighborhood listening in the distance to the feign laughter of Jimin and Taehyung who would probably make fun of Namjoon for the rest of the evening.

Emily: Sometimes when all you have is a hammer everything looks like a nail.

Spencer: Why are you talking to me like Ben Franklin?

Kat had come back to her house forty minutes later after she received a call from her friend Elizabeth. The girl often did that. She would call asking if Kat was free and in case she said yes, Elizabeth would announce she was already parking by her front door.

They were both in Kat’s bedroom watching Pretty Little Liars when a knock was heard on the door. All Kat did was shout for the person to come in without thinking much about it.

— I honestly get baffled at how much you and Spencer look-alike personality-wise. — Elizabeth said and Kat laughed. — Erm… Kat? — She pointed towards the door, making the other girl follow her finger, where Jimin was being pushed inside.

— Gee, Park Jimin, I told you to get inside, not ‘please feel free to knock down all my stuff on the way in’. — She laughed as she saw the boy struggle to fetch some of her stuff from the ground.

— Sorry! — He apologized embarrassed. — Come in here! — He turned around to whisper it to someone but instead the door just shut close.

— So…? What was that about? — Kat asked him confused while Lizzie just chuckled beside her entertained.

— Did- Um, did Jungkook leave his cellphone here? — The boy asked, rolling his eyes making Katherine fall back behind on her bed laughing.

— Are we being serious right now? — Elizabeth asked astonished and Jimin nodded visibly as done with the situation as her.

— Why doesn’t he come here HIMSELF to search? — Kat provoked.

— ‘Cause he’s a scaredy-cat, that’s why. — Jimin said while opening the door once again, and Katherine laughed way too hard.

— Woah! I heard that. — Jungkook said still outside the door not letting Jimin out. — And I don’t want to get inside. Just let Jimin search my phone for me.

— Of course… — Kat smiled at him. — NOT. If you want it, you come get it.

— Where do I sign my life insurance then, ‘cause you know. — He pointed towards his cheek. — Last time I stepped inside I got attacked by a CRAZY PERSON.

— Oh for the love of God! — Lizzie sighed heavily while getting up from her friend’s bed and taking her phone out of her purse that was right by her foot. As she called herself for Jungkook’s phone, Jimin smiled relieved hearing the device ring. Kat, who was kneeling on top of her bed, merely pointed towards it so Jungkook could go fetch it himself. Elizabeth hung up.

Jimin took his cue to leave once Jungkook had to crouch down right below where Kat was to grab it. — Bye. — He said with his cellphone in hand turning away to leave.

— Two weeks, JK. — She said making him turn.

— What?

— Two weeks for summer vacations. — Kat explained. — Two weeks for me to get rid of you.

— I can’t wait. — He said sarcastically, slamming the door on his way out.

🌳 to be continued...

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snickerdoodlles · 2 years

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typing up character sheets for my minor kinnporsche faves/OCs, and currently i have:

cash

the in-house accountant

yes, he’s aware his name means money. you’re not that funny, and he promises he’s already heard whatever joke you’re about to say

(his mother believed in being very direct and upfront with Fate about her expectations for her son, and unfortunately he’s useless at anything but figures)

became an accountant for the mafia partially so he could threaten people with a gun after one (1) too many jokes about his name

he’s never owned a gun. accountants aren’t allowed to keep guns in the mansion. this is the universe laughing at him for his hubris, he’d like it to stop now please

he makes his debut when kinn goes to order thirty new fish for tankhun (as an apology for his crush being a total walnut). he makes the mistake of crying over how the cost of this purchase is 3x his annual salary, then goes thru the very stressful process of begging kinn not to give him a raise. his life is a fucking trial

vegas’s muder-sex dungeon cleaners/maintainers

there’s two of them. absolutely no one knows their names, just the way they like it

as gross as the clean up is, they prefer that job to stocking. they are utmost professionals on and off the job and don’t judge, but sourcing half this shit is a trial. seriously, bubble gum flavored lube? do people even sell that still? please stop desecrating these top of the line hand wrenches sir, the hardware stores are starting to know them by face. they still haven’t found the right leather sex swing for mr. vegas and they’re running out of stores to shop in, he’s not really expecting them to custom make it, right? right?

the monk

u know which monk

personally i like to think he originally started this whole thing as a con (u know those people that charge money for free parking? like that). some dumb tourist handed him free food and money one day in mistake and he went “o heck, this could be a gig” but then he legitimately became a part of the temple

basically: came for the free food, stayed for the spiritual awakening

ultimate fake it til you make it icon

a much beloved part of the community. he’s especially in demand for baby blessings

maybe a little too quick to pass out those blessed dildos

Kim’s ex-bodyguard

when kim first moved out, there were some...ahem, disagreements between him and korn about how much protection he still needed, and kim took it out on the bodyguards assigned to him

this guy went “hahaha no” after a day of that and quit. except there was a mix up in the paperwork which resulted in him being taken off the guard rosters, but he’s still on the payroll accounts and this guy just...went with it

absolute madlad and world’s ballsiest gambler

the way he sees it, this is still safer than finding true bodyguard employment and he can just ride it out. if kim finds out, there’s an 83% chance he’ll just use this to get rid of more bodyguards. if the payroll accountant finds out, it’s 50/50 on whether the mistake is quietly fixed or made an example of. if chan finds out, 99.8% chance he’ll get a bullet to the head, but at least it’ll be quick

he likes pressing flowers

a select handful of deutsche bank employees who happen to work in a certain set of offices

their contact is cash. he’s been ignoring their calls for years, but when they called to complain about the sex pool shenanigans, he made the mistake of being sympathetic and now he can’t get rid of them

one monday night call: “i have a bullet hole in my office right now and im blaming you” / “we’re not even one of your clients!” / “which is exactly why i can complain to you” / “ugh”

kinn’s cleaning staff

THE TRUE MVPS OF THE SHOW U KNOW IM RIGHT

there’s five of them, each one of them armed with a cleaning weapon tool of choice. i’m still picking out names for them, but vegas would take notes if he ever saw meen and her broom in action

threatens the kitchens any time they try to make a meal with high stain potential. the bodyguards might think they’re hot shit, but they have nothing on these guys. the only fruits kinn’s had in years are bananas and boys and it’s all because of them

are not utmost professionals on and off the job. they have a secret groupchat that’s passcode protected with three kill switches jic where they complain about the kinky shit kinn gets up to. kinn’s tailor has wanted to be a part of it for years, but no outsiders allowed

all of them meet up for coffee at least once a month, but no more than twice

honorary mention to arm, who would be a part of this group if he had less of a role. he’s the most absolute unit of a bodyguard and apparently the only IT guy in the theerapanyakul‘s employ and i love him. chan is the only other one who seems to know how to operate an ipad, but he outsources that kind of thing

#kinnporsche #i want to write a series about these guys but first i dont have enough of me or time TTwTT #cash is my favorite he's not even a cleaner but he's still the most long-suffering of the lot #wimp (affectionate)#porsche should visit the monk more often tho i think they'd have a lot to bond over #arm accidentally became second in command to chan bc he made the mistake of telling chan things they could improve #and chan was like ''oh finally someone i can delegate too''#its so unfair arm does not want to have to think this much #he deserves more chances to get wasted and strip considering he couldn't take a vacation without everything falling apart #...............idk how to tag this to find it again uhhh #mine: kinnporsche

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gukguktae · 2 years

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Seokjin (The one in the Kitchen)

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk, pleaZe! This is an 'imagine' use your imaginations. Don't get offended if I didn't perceived your perception because again that's your perception. Happy humping reading! 🥵

Warning: smut, unprotected sex (stay protected kids), (light) smacking ass and pussy, over stimulation, big dicc!Jin, creamp!e [[Look at me putting warnings like a big gurl! I listen to your messages...some of them anw]]

WC: 3k (more or less)

An: ✨I went to a 4 days trip, then I had to defend the title for my thesis right after ✨ Valid excuses why I haven't posting in a while, not that anyone cares 🥴 Anw, Mr. Kim Seokjin coming in hawt, enj.

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You don’t usually tag along to your brother’s movie night with his friends, but since you just got dump by your ass of an ex-boyfriend, he has no choice, but to drag you with him or you’ll be stupid enough to get back with that ass hat.

Namjoon is a good brother, but he doesn’t really want you around his friends since some of them “fancies” you (Namjoon’s other words for ‘wants to fuck you’), but it’s better that you are beside him so he can look out for you.

Your hands are inside the pockets of your hoodie, waiting for the door to open after Namjoon doorbells twice. The mansion belongs to none other than Kim Seokjin, he owns the biggest house among their group, so hanging out is always at his place. You’ve been here before, once or twice, but only to pick up Namjoon’s drunk ass.

“Hey, is everyone here?” Namjoon asks letting himself in, but before Jin could answer he made your presence known. “Hyung, I told you I’ll bring my sister right?”

Jin’s eyes landed on you, tilting your head and smiling at him. “Yeah, but Jimin and Hoseok ran some errands.” He answered Namjoon without taking his eyes off you.

Your eyes wanders inside his home, staring at the chandelier down to the walls filled with paintings and pictures of Jin and his family. You knew that he’s rich rich, just not grand-staircase-and-marble-walls-and-floor-rich. You don’t even know why you’re surprise, you just drive pass his 20 feet automatic steel gate and two hectare garden with a literal lake in the middle and a gazebo that’s enough to fit at least 15 people.

When you look for your brother he’s almost out the back glass door, but Jin’s waiting for you to finish examining his home. His thick brow rises at you, asking if you’re done inspecting the nooks and crannies of his abode, you smile as an apology, which he finds innocent.

They don’t really hang out inside the mansion, Jin prefers being in the pool house. It gives him “privacy”, he doesn’t like running into his parents or siblings in the hall. So, the pool house is the perfect place, a kitchen, bathroom, living room and two bedrooms, which he made into his own lair. His friends sometimes crash in with no problem.

“Is that YN?” Taehyung pushes himself up from the bean bag chair and walk pass Namjoon. “YN, Hi!”

You were taken aback from his hug, so you just pat him and said, “Hi, Tae.”

Namjoon on the other hand, wasn’t pleased by Taehyung being cuddly. So he pulled the boy from the hood and glares until he pouted. But he wasn’t the only one who reaches for a hug, once again you were enveloped in an embrace.

“Noona! You’re here!” Jungkook cheered, which earns a groan from Namjoon.

He pulled Jungkook off you, “Stop, hogging on my sister, please!”

Yoongi walked out from the kitchen sipping on his drink, he offered a fist bump, which you gladly touch.

“Oppa.”

“Oppa?” Taehyung repeated, “How come I’m Tae and he’s Oppa?”

Their squinting eyes earn a nervous giggle from you. You only call him Oppa since he doesn’t like being called Yoongi by you. You made an agreement that you’ll never call him that again if he helps you with your music class, hence the name.

“Just be thankful she knows you.” Namjoon rolled his eyes. “Okay, that’s it. Yoongi-hyung, Tae, and JK you sit over there. YN, me and Jin-hyung will sit here.”

You made yourself comfortable on the couch, beside you is Jin and on the floor in a bean bag is your brother. Which is fine, but Jin is bit closer than you want him to be, it’s not that you don’t want it… he just smells so good. If you inhale more of him you’ll get light headed from taking too much of his scent.

Namjoon picked the movie to watch, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, no one protested as it’s a great movie. You tried focusing on the TV as Jin’s cologne invades your head, you’ll get used to it if you just keep on breathing him in, right? Nope.

20 minutes through the movie you felt a pair of eyes on you. “Uhm can I help you why are you staring at me?” You whispered, thought if you’d call him out he would stop and get embarrassed, but you’re talking about Kim Seokjin. Instead, he just winked.

“If you want me to stop staring, stop pouting.” He giggles silently making the couch shake a bit, but no one notices.

It was your turn to stare at him, tracing his face using your eyes. How can someone’s forehead be this attractive? Damn, that jaw line could cut glass. Even his thin and small nose is arousing enough, you wonder how would it feel pressed against your cli- You got distracted when he pushed his bottom lip.

You scoff, “Now, who’s pouting?”

“I just want to check, if you’re really staring.”

How he drag his eyes on you made you sink in your place. He gotta be joking? Where does he get this much confidence? You wonder if he ever gets embarrassed. Annoyed on how he made you blush you get on your feet, “I need a drink. Where can I get one?”

Before Jin could point to the kitchen Namjoon pointed for you, glaring at two other boys, sending warning not to follow you or else. You march your way to a hallway and stand in awe when you reach the kitchen, a fully functioning and furnished kitchen. Based on the ingredients and supplies, it tells that this place is frequently used, but still kept tidy.

You grab yourself a juice pouch and just lean against the kitchen isle, staring at a void. The thought of your ex crosses your mind, but you quickly brushed it off by shaking your head. You shouldn’t be thinking about that cheating jerk. So instead you thought about Seokjin, you’ve had a crush on him since your brother introduces the two of you, but Namjoon already warned you about his friends and how you can’t be in a relationship with any of them. You get that he’s just protecting you, but if he’s protecting you from Jin you’d rather get hurt, because God damn have you seen his face?

“Are you okay?” You choked on your drink as you direct yourself to him, followed his every move. He opens a cupboard and takes out a pack of popcorn before popping one in a microwave. “Namjoon, told us about your boyfriend.”

You groan cursing your brother for blabbing about your relationship, still you corrected. “Ex. Ex-boyfriend.”

Jin nods before slanting, resting his hips on a counter, just beside the microwave. “You really gotta stop pouting.”

“What is it with you and my lips? I pout, it’s a habit-“

“I’m sure we can put those lips to a better use.” His eyes darken.

“Wha- what?”

Jin licks his lips before dragging his feet to yours, stopping just in front of you. Your hands went to the edge of the isle, clutching for balance. Your head became hazy from the sudden tilt of air or maybe just the way he’s staring into your soul with those alluring orbs. Swallowing thickly as he place his large hand on the side of your neck, making you look up, leveling his lips with yours.

“What are you doing?” He brushes his lips lightly on your nose down to your lips. “Seokjin.” You breathe.

You’re fighting your eyelids to stay open because once they closes it’s over for you. You’re in a vulnerable place right now, you’d fuck anyone just to forget your ex, but you were not planning it to happen this soon and definitely not with your brother’s best friend (or maybe with your brother’s best friend). But the way Jin’s holding you and the smell of his fresh breath making it hard for you to control your libido.

“It’s not my fault you keep turning me on.” He licked your bottom lip, teasing.

The moment Jin laid his eyes on you earlier, he knew he wanted you. Or even longer than that, your brother always draws lines with you to his friends. Always off limits in dating or even touching. Everyone gets the notice, even Kim Seokjin himself. So, when Namjoon mentioned that you just got out of a relationship and that you’re coming to his home tonight, he saw it as an opportunity. You can use him as your rebound guy, fuck buddy or you can keep him as a secret, he doesn’t care. He just wants you.

“How am I turning you on?” You took all your energy to grab his hand and remove it from your neck, he didn't even pressed on your jugular, yet you could breathe again.

Jin didn’t utter a word, he places both of his hands on either side of your hips. He kisses you cheeks, dragging them to your jawline, he could smell you again. Your perfume lingers in his nostrils, intoxicating his brain, he couldn’t focus on the stupid movie because he was too busy remembering every note of your scent. He wonders if you taste as sweet as you smell.

Your lips parted releasing shaky air as his hot breath spreads on your skin. His wet kisses tickles, making the hair on your nape stand erect. Once he places a soft kiss on your neck, your eyes flutters close.

“Seokjin…”

The way you moan his name is music to his ears, he wants to hear more of it and he’s determine to hear them tonight. “What do you want, princess?” He licks the spot where he places a kiss before looking back up at you.

“You’re Namjoon’s friend. This is wrong, Jin.”

“It’s better when it feels wrong.” The concern on your face made him smirk, he knows you wanted this as much as he does.

All those times you stare at him whenever he comes over to your place, those times you flinch when he accidentally touches you. Jin is one-hundred percent sure you like him and he can’t be wrong with these things. He’s done obeying Namjoon’s stupid rules about you now that you’re single again. He’s going to lose his mind if he let this moment slips by him.

You side eye to an empty hall connected to the living room, terrified that someone, or worst your brother walking in, “They’re all watching the movie. They’re not even going to notice” He assures, taking your chin in his index to meet with his lustful gazes once again.

You flinch after hearing the microwave, but he just admires your face. Fucking adorable.

“So…” He trails.

Your blinking eyes found his again and nodding, he wanted a verbal consent, but that was enough for him. Enough waiting, his hard cock couldn’t take any more waiting. If he twitches more he might come right now just by looking at you.

Jin pushes his plump lips on yours, devouring those pouty lips that drove him to insanity earlier. He already thought of hundred ways to use those lips, but for now he’ll have a taste. Dipping his tongue inside your mouth tasting the apple juice and your saliva, Jesus Fucking Chris you tasted so divine. The vibration from his groan made you moan.

Time is limited, so he pulled away from the stimulating kiss to spin you around. Your ass pressed against his cock, biting your lip as you feel how huge and hard his shaft is. His hands travels on your neck making your head rest on his shoulders.

He licks the shell of your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll forget that asshole.”

That made you smirk, you want– like that. You want him to show you how irrelevant your ex-boyfriend, show you want you’re missing out, and show you what that dick do. His other hand travels inside your sweat pants, feeling the thin fabric of your panties, Jin tut shaking his head.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet?”

“Jin, just please…” He smacks your pussy make you jolt. “Sorry.” You don’t know why, but you’re just sorry.

He rubs your clit through the fabric, the friction and his pace made you whimper. To avoid making noise you bit your lip and Jin attached his on your neck. Flicking his tongue on your skin, everything he does to your body feels so good making it hard for you breathe and stay in balance.

He stops to bend you over the counter, pushing your ass more on his cock. He curses under his breath, how good you look bending over like this; it brings him so much pleasure that he’s seeing you under him right now. Wasting no time, he pulled down your pants together with your panties, just above your knees. His cock twitches at the sight of your exposed ass, he couldn’t help but give it a spank making your skin jiggle, you cry out his name.

“Sorry, princess.” Soothing the redden flesh. His fingers found your core from behind, the slippery juice made it easy for his fingers to slip in slowly, your soft walls clenches on two of his digits. “I already know that you’ll squeeze my dick good with this pussy. Fuck.”

He pulled out his fingers, giving himself a little taste of your juice as he places them in his mouth. Jin couldn’t help, but groan on how tangy and sweet you tasted. He’ll devour you; eat you until his jaw stiffens not now, but soon and that’s a promise to himself.

Pulling down his pants, his erection slaps against his stomach. He growls as he’s never been this hard before, it hurts. Prominent veins are in great display on his cock, hot and heavy balls hanging and ready to burst, pink tip gushing with pre-cum. Just by the judgment of his fingers, he knows he won’t last too long.

“Fuck.” Jin muttered in disappointment. “I don’t have any condoms with me.”

You side eye him from the counter top, “I’m on pill… I mean-“

“Good and I’m clean, don’t worry.”

Before you could say you are clean as well, Jin pushes his tip on your cunt. The stretch was too much for you and he knows it as he pushes slowly making you adjust, shiver crawls down his spine as he felt your walls hugs the head of his shaft. You whimper on every inch that he thrust, and he moans as you clench your pussy on him. You can feel all of him inside you and he’s still pushing more.

Oh, God! Fuck! You reach for him behind you, and Jin held your hand twisting your arm just above your ass. He starts with a slow pace, but once you begged he gladly speed up. Anyone could walk in this kitchen, they could wonder where the two of you went to, but he didn't care. Jin won’t let you go until he’s done.

Jin picks up the rhythm, burying his dick in and out of, and you couldn’t do anything, but to cry in pleasure. He’s careful not to make any skin slapping noise, but the squelching still can be heard. That familiar whirl in your abdomen starts, making your knees weak and legs shakes, “Ugh! Fuck. Fuck. Jin, I’m close.” You yelp.

“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.” As much as he wants to hear you moan and call his name, he doesn’t want anyone to witness (or stop him, not that he'll stop anyway) on how he fucks you in his favorite place in the pool house.

Your eyes shut involuntarily, sending your iris at the back of your head as your whole body dissolves in pleasure, pussy pulsating in his every push. Silent whimpers and moans escape your lips, it was getting harder to control when his pound gets harsher.

He felt how your legs collapse, so he removes your pants to place your right knee to the counter for balance. “That’s it, keep cumming for me princess.”

“Seokjin…”

“I’m close, hold on a bit longer, yeah?” He bit his lips, shoving in your already pulsating pussy quickens.

Jin felt waves of fire in his abdomen as he chases his high. He slows down and grunts at every spurt of hot cum that’s filling you up. Cursing under his breath as his vision fades to black, and sense of relief pours.

He bends down to place a kiss on you cheeks making you smile and turning your cheeks into rosie pink. "That was heaven.”

Pulling out slowly, and stepping back to watch the mixture of cums drip out of you. Jin smile to himself, but before he could say something lewd about your ass and pussy, a commotion happened in the living room. Jimin and Hoseok arrived, and greet everyone.

Your heart sank hearing your name and Jin’s being called. After pulling up his pants, he helped you with yours. In a matter of seconds you’re dressed again like nothing happened; to make sure you’re presentable you fix your hair. Jin pulls a kitchen tissue and knelt down.

“YNie!” Hoseok greeted, you couldn’t move your legs without shaking, but Hobi didn’t notice that, he didn't even notice that you're out of breath as he hugs you. “Are you okay? You look a bit flushed.” He touches your forehead.

Shaking your head and assuring him with a smile, “I’m fine.”

“Why are you wiping the floor?” Jimin asks behind Hoseok.

“I spilled.” Jin look up to you and manages to wink.

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𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐴 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑛 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝐶𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑇𝑜 𝑌𝑜𝑢 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content/Older Ateez but age differences is written withing legal boundaries.

Continuation to this reaction.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Peeking his eyes up from the test papers he was currently grading, Hongjoong glared as he saw how the student that had recently transferred was eyeing you up. He tried to look away but it truly disgusted him to see him stare down at your legs. His hand then clenched into a tight fist as you crossed one leg over the other, exposing more of your skin which the student did not shy away from gawking at, even tilting his head to see if he could get a glimpse of something else.

As if on cue to keep him from slamming his hands on the desk, the bell rang for all the students to go back to their dorms or other living spaces.

"Miss Y/N, could you please stay a moment?"

You smirked to yourself as it seemed your plan had worked. Putting on the most innocent face you could muster, you leaned your hands on the desk in front of your teacher, purposefully bending over so your cleavage could be seen by him.

"Yes Mr. Kim? Do you require my.... assistance?" You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

Knowing what your little game was, Hongjoong slid off his chair and slowly walked to the other side of the desk. His hands went to your waist and moved you so you could face him. His bottom lip poked out while his hands went underneath your skirt to toy with the hem of your panties.

"Miss Y/N, I'm afraid these skirts of yours might prove to be too distracting for classes."

You nearly threw your head back and laughed loudly, but instead you opted for pulling your sexy teacher closer to you by his tie.

"For whom exactly? The other students.....or you?"

Hongjoong breathed in deeply when you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip.

"I would prefer it if they only distracted me." He admitted as he began sliding your panties down your legs.

You let out an amused hum as your hands began to rub across his chest, giving his nipples a little harsh tug through his button up shirt.

"Whatever happened to those words you said the other day? Remember? About not wanting to mess around anymore with the school's cum bucket?" You began prying his buttons open.

He swallowed hard as he began regretting calling you that, not knowing you didn't mind at all and instead used it to fuel your plan for revenge on him. Sighing softly, his hand cupped the back of your head.

"I don't want to hear anymore gossip or whisperings about anyone else fucking you ok? I don't even want to think about any other asshole getting their dick anywhere near here. Got it.?"

You giggled at his confession. Propping yourself up on the desk so he could fully tear your panties off you, you spread your legs out for him, letting him inhale your scent of arousal.

"Then why don't you claim it as your own? Right here, right now, on this desk?"

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Having been under a lot more stress than usual, Seonghwa was extremely irritable and often walked around with a scowl. It was starting to bother you honestly.

"If you don't want to be here, you can just leave you know." You spat out one day while you two were in bed.

Turning his face to you, he looked at you with a warning glare.

"Don't you talk to me in that tone missy."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him.

"Last time I checked this was my house, meaning I can talk to you however I want to." You reminded him.

Grunting angrily, Seonghwa sat up and began dressing himself. It kinda had you worried that he was going to leave you for good.

"You're leaving me?" You hid away your disappointment.

"Obviously. Why would I wanna stay here any longer with a slut like you?" He didn't actually mean those words and he instantly regretted spewing them out, but he was stubborn and prideful so he simply left you without another word.

You were fuming, enraged that he'd dare just walk out on you like that. You weren't going to let him leave so easily though. And if you had to take drastic measures to ensure he'd be back in your arms, so be it.

"Slut you say? You don't even know honey." You mused to yourself.

For the next few days Seonghwa moped around his home, sighing to himself. He'd often look over the walls that separated the two of you, wondering what you were doing and if you were thinking of him. One day while his wife was out, he sat quietly on his bed, glasses on as he read one of the many books he owned. He was disrupted by a loud pounding against the wall. The obnoxiously pornographic moans gave a huge clue as to what was going on.

"Oh fuck! Your cock feels sooo good."

He gritted his teeth as he heard your voice being mixed with another male's which didn't belong to him. He slammed his book close, outraged that you'd be fucking someone else so soon.

"Oh yes! Cum inside me!"

Punching the wall, Seonghwa got off the bed and stormed out the room, not wanting to hear anymore and waited by the front door to catch a glimpse of your new lover. When he finally did see him, he scoffed at the young lad, shaking his head furiously. As soon as he left, he went straight over to your place, letting himself in as he pressed you up against the wall.

"If I remember correctly, only I was allowed to cum inside that hole of yours right?"

His snarling against your ear was making you get turned on once more, your legs parting when he drove his knee up your crotch.

"After all you did promise to give me a baby....."

He grinned evilly as he peppered kisses along your jaw.

"And I'm holding you to your word."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

He knew......he knew that sometime, sooner or later his relationship with you had to end. Only he hoped it would be much later...much later. Yunho always blamed himself. He tried to remind himself over and over again that there was absolutely deep between you two. It was strictly a no strings attached relationship.

So why was he getting bothered by someone else coming in your life hoping to steal you away? After all, if either of you wanted to see other people, you had every right to.

"What's on your mind little one?" He asked you out of nowhere earlier that day as you poked at your food, hardly taking a bite out of anything even though it included some of your favorite dishes.

You shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. Scooting his chair closer to you, he lifted your face up so he could look at your eyes.

"Tell me." He urged you.

You still kept quiet though, afraid that if you said anything he'd be mad, hurt or anything of the sort. But Yunho only chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Go see that boy."

You were startled by his words, wondering how on earth he knew about it.

"Go on your little date with him. Who knows? Maybe you two will hit it off or something. Have a little fun."

Although he encouraged you enthusiastically, now he was sitting on the couch watching the hours go by. It was late, well not too late, but still late. He started thinking if perhaps you would spend the night with this new guy, but his mind quickly shut away all those thoughts. He hated admitting it, but it pained him to picture you in someone else's arms. He started cursing himself for allowing his heart to develop feelings for you when you probably didn't even think of him in that way.

Little did he know you were sulky at having him encourage you to see someone else like nothing, like he did not care about you. And although you had a nice date, the guy wasn't who you wanted. The person you wanted was waiting back home no doubt, so you made it back home early, hoping he was still there, which thankfully he was.

"Hey, had fun on your-"

You didn't let Yunho finish his sentence when you suddenly straddled his lap and began kissing him fervently. He could only groan as he pulled you closer to him.

"You know I'll still take care of you? You don't have to do this if you don't want to." He pulled back to remind you that, bracing himself for your answer.

"I know.....but do you know that what I want is you?" You finally admitted, shocking Yunho to the core.

He let out an involuntary smile as he realized his feelings were indeed reciprocated on your part. Stroking your hair in an affectionate way, he pulled you into another kiss.

"You're either really young and naive, or really dumb my little one." He teased you, squishing your cheeks together.

You frowned at his teasing, hating how he constantly reminded you of your age difference and used it to baby you.

"Shut up and make love to me already old man, that is if you can even get it up."

Yunho giggled at your snarky remark, flipping positions so he could pin you on the couch.

"Trust me my little one, with you around it's impossible to keep it down."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang was restless ever since you went on vacation. Since it was summer break and his daughter was spending time with her maternal grandmother, there was no need for you to stay with them for the time being and honestly, you deserved a nice break to enjoy yourself and go be the free, young spirit you were after spending months cooped up inside that mansion looking after an intelligent and adorably sardonic 8 year old.

His mind was no longer focused. He didn't have a lot of things to do and even the small tasks he had to do he found them too difficult. He couldn't stop thinking about you. His thoughts kept revolving back to you and the nights he spent by your side, either when he snuck inside your room or he brought you into his room while his wife was away. He was missing your body, missing you, missed talking to you as he caressed your body after a passionate night of love making.

He was in the middle of those thoughts when his trusted butler came in, the sly smile on his face signaling he had useful information.

"Well? How is she? Is she all right?" Yeosang asked, having had his butler go stalk you out and report back to him on how you were.

"Oh you'll find Miss Y/N is in good health and.... in very good hands." He let out a muffled chuckle as he placed a folder in front of his master, containing photos and all sorts of information he deemed useful and interesting enough for Yeosang to know.

Not exactly liking the taunting tone the man used, Yeosang poured over the folder's contents, his eyes narrowing in on the rather attractive young man who seemed to be on almost every picture with you. You seemed to be having a lot of fun with him given that you were going out clubbing with him always by you, his arms always draped around you. Or you'd be seeing taking walks with him, his stance too close to you for Yeosang's liking. His nose twitched in disgust and he began tearing up any photo with the young man in it.

"Get the car ready and your swimming trunks in a luggage. We're going on a little trip." Yeosang smiled passive aggressively.

"I take it Madame must not know of this?" The old man raised a curious eyebrow.

"Exactly. Precisely." Yeosang chuckled, the two partners sharing a knowing and mischievous look.

After a long night at a beach party and too many margaritas, you dragged your feet to your hotel room, nearly stumbling in due to how tipsy you were but you were caught by strong arms that you had recently been missing.

"Mr. Kang.." You immediately sobered up as you stared at his handsome face.

"Remember what we agreed on? That I want you to drop the formalities?"

You giggled as he began pressing soft kisses on your lips, one after another.

"Go on. Say it."

Giving in, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Yeosang."

Sighing contentedly, Yeosang held you for a while, just enjoying your warmth as he inhaled your scent that he missed. But he soon grimaced when he detected a strange odor on you.

"You reek like him." He huffed out, clearly annoyed at smelling another man on you.

"Is that the reason you came all the way out here?" You snorted, yet flattered to know he cared that much.

You squealed as he picked you up and carried you to the bed.

"Just don't talk and let's get rid of that disgusting stench. I don't want you smelling like anyone else but me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San glared for the hundredth time at the classmate who lately had been irritating him to no end by coming over just to go see you at work. He rolled his eyes as he heard the airhead dick say how he didn't understand a certain assignment just to have you bend over and pour over the information with him. You were too nice to say no.

"And too dumb to notice he's only paying attention to your chest." He let out a disgruntled sigh as he organized the books on the shelf for the 7th time, not wanting to move from his spot in case the little shithead decided to try anything on you.

Wanting him to go away, he sneakily crept up behind the counter and sneakily brushed his hand across your ass, fingertips slightly ruffling the hem of your skirt.

"Y/N if you're done with your little tutoring session, I need you to help me look over the accounting ok?"

You nodded, realizing you had wasted enough of your boss's time. Giving your classmate an apologetic smile, you told him you'd help him some other time. Although saddened by not spending more time with you, he did not want you to lose your job or get you in trouble.

"You truly are an angel Y/N. What would I ever do without you?" He pouted at you, trying to look as cute as possible.

"I'm sure your hand has kept you company quite nicely all these years, you'll be fine." San couldn't help but smirk as he said that loud enough for both of you to hear, shocking you and embarrassing your classmate, who quickly walked out of the book shop with his head lowered.

Not very happy with his little joke, you looked over at your boss who had his back turned to you as his eyes stared at the computer screen.

"That was rather rude and disrespectful don't you think?" You shook your head at him.

"Not as rude and disrespectful as annoying someone at their job with lame excuses just so they can get a peek at a nipple or an ass cheek." He replied nonchalantly, unbothered and unrepentant of his behavior.

You let out a sarcastic laugh.

"That's a bit rich coming from you don't you think? Given all the times you've stared at me when I've bent down or stood on top of the stool." You reminded him.

Turning his head to look at you, San smiled at you with such a deceivingly sweet smile, accentuating his cute dimples that never failed to make you melt.

"See here now my young apprentice, if I remember correctly, you would purposefully bend over just for me, you were begging me to check you out, even started cutting the length of these skirts so I'd look at your legs."

Humming softly, your hands went to his collared shirt, undoing the top buttons to expose the top of his chest.

"Guilty as charged then Boss..... so... are you gonna write me up or cut my pay for slacking off at work yet again?" You taunted him as you brushed your lips against his.

Playing along with your little game, San chuckled and gripped your waist.

"Oh no my little apprentice. I'm not that type of boss. I prefer a different punishment."

You let out a gasp as he suddenly turned you around and pressed your upper body down against the glass case, his foot separating your legs apart as he fumbled with his belt.

"I'm gonna bend you over and fuck that pretty ass of yours til it's stretched open."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were starting to get pissed off at the thought of Mingi blowing you off on yet another date. It was the third time he had done it and you were starting to get fed up honestly.

"For someone who claims to be responsible and mature he sure can't seem to freaking keep his word." She muttered angrily to yourself as you swirled the leftover ice in your drink.

Out of nowhere, a young stud slid onto the seat right in front of you. With two drinks in hand, he slid one of them across to you. You eyed the drink suspiciously, wondering if he was one of those types to add some kind of drug just so he could easily kidnap you or something.

"Relax doll face, I promise I didn't spike it or anything." He assured you.

Shrugging and realizing you had nothing to loose, you instantly downed the drink with ease. You tried not to grimace at the fruity beverage the stranger got you.

"What does he take me for? A little pussy that drinks bitch beers?" You thought to yourself, though you couldn't blame him. You were pretty young and most mistook your youth for inexperience or naivety. Little did they know you could down the hardest of liquors down as if it was water.

"Tell me doll face, why are you here all alone? Looking all moody and dejected?"

You pondered on whether you should really say anything or make up something. Neither it seems. You opted for a more vague explanation.

"Just tired of being stood up I guess. No biggie." You rolled your shoulders back.

The man looked at you with a sad and pitiful look. He began to wonder why would anyone stand up such a beautiful and gorgeous woman like yourself? Whoever they were, they were either stupid or blind.

"Well the night is still young. Why don't you come back with me to my place and have a little fun? No strings attached and I can promise you you'll be more than satisfied." He offered, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

You looked him up and down. Truthfully you'd turn him down merely for being so close to your age, still not very attracted to younger males, given that they promised more than they could offer. But sizing him up, he seemed to be well endowed, definitely above average. And besides you were frustrated by Mingi blowing you off that it wouldn't hurt to have a little rendezvous with someone else.

Sensing your hesitation, he smirked and began pulling your chair closer to him, his hand slithering its way up your skirt.

"Trust me doll face. You have nothing to worry about."

"No but you will if you don't take off your filthy hands off her right now."

You were startled yet amused when Mingi popped out of nowhere and pushed the guy's hand off you before grabbing your arm and pulling you up.

"Come on let's go. We're leaving." He gave you no choice as he began dragging you away, only to be stopped by the young man as he stepped in front of you two.

"Hold on here, you can't just haul her away like that. What are you? Her dad?" He scoffed, arms crossed as he looked Mingi up and down with disdain.

Instead of getting offended, Mingi simply smirked as he slipped his hand around your waist, pressing your body against his.

"Yeah, I'm her daddy, at least that's what she calls me at night."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung's eyes pierced daggers into the man that was currently talking to you. He had seen him countless times at the strip club where you used to work. He knew the man had more than just a crush on you, he was practically obsessed with you. More than once he had tried to get a private show from you but Wooyoung always made sure those plans were thwarted since he didn't want anyone else looking let alone touching his prized possession. Hence why he took you out of there and kept you all to himself.

And now he was fuming at this crazed fan of yours wanting to get close to you once more, no doubt trying to get in your pants. He saw how he kept leaning close to you or stepping up to you. Each time he did, you would step away, slightly uncomfortable by his close proximity and even more uncomfortable at how he talked with so much detail about your previous performances at the club, detailing things that not even you remembered.

"You know I don't even go there anymore. It's a waste of time." He admitted, a frown on his face.

"Oh really?." You asked, trying hard to hide your sarcasm, not really interested in anything he had to say.

"Yeah, you're not there anymore so what's the point? Although...."

You froze in place when his hands came up to cup your chin.

"I would give anything to see you strip one last time." He winked at you.

His hand was harshly pulled away from you by Wooyoung, who shoved him so hardly he actually landed on the floor.

"Too bad you're never going to see that ever again you punk."

Linking your arm with his, Wooyoung dragged you back to the car where he then drove full speed back to your apartment. As soon as you both stepped inside, his hands were all over you, mouth devouring your own as a trail of clothes leading into your bedroom was scattered on the hallway. You had never seen Wooyoung jealous before and it turned you on so much. His possessiveness was even more evident as his nails dug into your skin, his hips slamming into your ass as his cock plunged deep inside you, threatening to pull another orgasm out of your body.

"You're my little whore, no one else's."

You let out a yelp when his hand came down to strike one of your already burning cheeks once more, his hand printed all over your ass.

"My little fuck toy that I can play with as I want." He growled, pistoning his cock even deeper in you.

"Ah! Yes! I'm your toy Wooyoung!" You cried out, breathing heavily and whimpering loudly as tears streaked down your cheeks, your vision starting to go blank once more as you felt yourself ready to burst once more around Wooyoung's cock.

"Fuck! Yeah. My little fuck toy. All mine and no one else's."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho fought hard not to scoff or roll his eyes at the man sitting across from both you and him. He was a nice young man that recently started working for your father, very responsible and efficient. And your father liked him so much he took it upon himself to have the two of you meet up in with hopes of getting you two together. The man of course was elated by you. You were so pretty and charming and was already head over heels for you.

Jongho and you were not very happy about it though, Jongho more displeased than you. At least you could mask your dislike of him better, being all smiles and kind to him. It honestly sickened Jongho seeking you be all fake, proper and polite when he knew better than anyone your true character.

"Sweetheart, you know this young man was the one who suggested we strike that deal with that other company? And his plan worked out brilliantly." Your father couldn't stop gloating about the man's accomplishments.

"Oh really? Do tell me all about it." You feigned interest.

"Oh my fucking god, I swear to hell-" Jongho fought back the urge to slam his fork against his plate, not wanting to listen to another boring and excruciatingly painful gloating from the idiot in front of them.

Minutes into the story and Jongho was already dozing off, bored to death by the incessant chatter coming from the man across you both. Looking over at you, he could tell you were bored too. A wicked plan came to his head. But you were both bored so why not make it fun. You at first thought nothing about having him press a hand on your thigh under the table, he'd often do that every now and then. But you started to worry when he began to travel his hand further up to cup your clothed heat. It was such a risky thing to do at the dinner table, with your parents and a guest right there. You tried to stop him when he tried to tug your underwear down, but were met by a pinch against your inner thigh. You covered your mouth with your napkin and pretended to cough in order to hide the squeak that escaped you. Giving in, you slightly lifted yourself off your chair and let Jongho slide your panties down.

He pretended to drop his phone just so he could stoop down and pick up your panties off the floor. You watched as he stuffed them in his pocket, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate in your purse. Glancing briefly, you saw a text from none other than your secret lover right next to you.

"After dinner. My place. You're lucky you're off for the next few days cause I'll make sure you won't be able to walk after I'm done with you."

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