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thedreamingreaper · 15 days ago

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See you when I see you

Chapter 3: A Terrible Excuse

Professor! Lee Byung-Hun x Fem! Reader

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Warnings: Teasing, Online stalking, so far none.

Word Count: 1418

Author’s Notes: I forgot that I’m already done and have this in my drafts lol

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“You’re really going to do that?” You friend asked as she leaned slightly beside you, “yes,” you replied, “well fuck, goodluck to that.” She muttered, you just told her your plan about staying in his class for a while, asking him about some deadlines of his essay that you clearly know about, you just wanted to make up some excuse to see him and talk to him longer, and fuck, the way he dress hismelf today made you clench around nothing, the white button up shirt — you would give your everything just to unbutton that away from him and see his bare chest underneath — you practiced yourself about what you’re going to tell him, you even asked your friend about a better excuse to make it not sound so obvious, she gave you some ideas but none of it fits your liking, you just hoped and prayed it’ll go as you imagined.

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“That’s all for today, See you when I see you.” Mr. Lee muttered as your classmates — including you stood up to leave the class, then you hesitated, remembering the plan that you told your friend earlier this morning, you looked at her who’s standing beside you, you gave her a knowing look, she gave you a subtle nod, understanding what it meant she leaned in your year saying “Good luck, make it good and get out of this classroom alive.” She teased as you chuckled quietly, she gathered her things as she left the room, you waited for your other classmates to leave the room and have some alone moment with your professor, Mr. Lee, who’s tidying up his things.

The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting a sterile glow over the nearly empty classroom. You lingered by your desk, pretending to shuffle papers in your bag, but your eyes kept darting to the front of the room where Mr. Lee stood, his broad shoulders taut under his crisp white shirt as he erased the whiteboard. His movements were smooth, unhurried, and you couldn’t help but admire the way his sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealed the veins that popped out.

You’d rehearsed this moment in your head all day—just ask him about the assignment deadline, keep it casual—but now that you were here, your stomach twisted into knots. It wasn’t just his looks, though they were undeniable. It was the way he spoke, his deep voice carrying a calm authority that made you hang on every word. Even when he teased, which he did often, it felt like he was pulling you in, closer and closer, without even trying.

“Can I help you with something?” His voice broke through your thoughts, and you froze. He had turned around, one eyebrow arched, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His dark brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe.

“Oh! Uh…” You fumbled with the strap of your bag, your cheeks heating. “I just… wanted to double-check the deadline for the essay. I thought it was next Friday, but I wasn’t sure.”

Mr. Lee tilted his head slightly, his gaze narrowing as if he could see right through your excuse. “It is next Friday,” he said slowly, dragging out the words. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Did he know? Could he tell? You forced a nervous laugh, shaking your head. “No, I mean, I thought so, but I didn’t want to risk being wrong.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, and took a step closer. “You’re always so meticulous. I admire that about you.” His tone was light, but there was something in the way he looked at you—something that made your pulse quicken.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, glancing down at your shoes. You could feel his eyes still on you, and it took everything in you not to squirm under his gaze.

“You know,” he continued, his voice dropping just a fraction, “if you ever need help with anything—not just deadlines—my office hours are always open.”

There it was again, that teasing edge in his voice that made your stomach flip. You looked up at him, noting the glint in his eyes, and wondered if he knew exactly what effect he had on you. Of course he does, a small voice in your head whispered.

“I’ll… keep that in mind,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiled, a slow, easy smile that made your knees feel weak. “Good. I’d hate for you to feel like you can’t come to me.”

You nodded, clutching your bag tighter as you glanced toward the door. “I should probably get going…”

“Of course,” he said smoothly, stepping back to give you space. “Don’t let me keep you.”

Please, do keep me.

You managed a small smile before turning toward the door, but just as you reached it, his voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Oh, and… next time,” he called out, his tone playful, “try to come up with a better excuse.”

You froze, your face burning as you glanced over your shoulder. He was leaning against the desk now, arms crossed, that same smirk on his face.

“I have no idea what you mean,” you replied quickly, though your voice cracked slightly.

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Sure you don’t.”

You hurried out of the classroom before he could say anything else, your heart pounding in your chest. As you walked down the hall, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching you go, that same knowing smile on his lips.

And deep down, you knew one thing for certain: you’d be back.

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“No way you fucking did that!” Your friend screamed on the phone as you told her what happened, “Oh my god y/n!” She added as you giggled, “How am i going to focus on that fucking essay after what you just told me!” She whined, “Oh don’t be dramatic!” You teased as the two of you chuckled, “He looked so hot earlier,” she groaned “I mean he always looks so hot and attractive but damn…white shirts suit him alot.” She says with a dreamy sigh, you thought the same, seeing him with white shirt makes you feral, if you can — you would excuse yourself to go to the comfort room just to touch yourself with the thought of him, but you don’t want that, you would miss the opportunity on hearing his voice or maybe feel his gaze on yours, that’s a big no.

“Have you found anything about him yet?” Your friend asked, “None yet,” you sighed, “the only one we could find is him and his professional background…” she said over the phone, “Well, at least we found something.” You said as she hummed in agreement, “I’m off to bed, and you should too,” she muttered “Goodnight y/n, i’ll see you tomorrow.” She added as you said the same and ended the call.

Later that night, you found yourself sitting at your desk, staring at your laptop but unable to focus.

Your thoughts kept drifting back to Mr. Lee—his voice, his smile, the way he looked at you like he knew exactly what effect he had on you. You opened your browser without thinking, typing his name into the search bar before you could stop yourself. The results were mostly professional: his faculty page at the university, a few articles he’d written, and some old photos from academic conferences. But there was one photo that caught your eye—a candid shot from a few years ago. He was standing in front of a whiteboard, his sleeves rolled up and his tie slightly loosened.

Even in the grainy quality of the photo, his presence was magnetic.

You clicked on the image, zooming in until his face filled the screen. His dark hair was a bit shorter in the photo, but those eyes—those were exactly the same. You couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have him look at you like that in person, with that same intensity.

With a sigh, you closed the tab and leaned back in your chair.

This was bordering on obsessive, and you knew it. But there was something about him—something that drew you in and refused to let go. Maybe it was the way he seemed so confident, so in control.

Or maybe it was the way he teased you, always pushing just enough to make you wonder if there was something more behind his words.

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thedreamingreaper · 17 days ago

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Yall better NOT hold me back if you get me in a room with him.

Hold me the fuck down ya’ll!

#lee byung hun #daddy aaaaa #squid game #holy fuck #I bite #I bark willingly

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thedreamingreaper · 18 days ago

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When I Met You

Chapter 8: Take My Breath Away…

Series: Fem! Reader x Neighbor! Hwang In-Ho

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Genre/Tags: Grumpy x Sunshine, Light smut, Fluff, Angst, Slow burn, Age gap (Reader is in her early 30’s, While In-Ho is in his late 40’s.) Rude In-Ho (but will eventually be soft with the reader Soon!) Literature Professor! In-Ho (Not specified what kind of literature) More Tags to come soon!

Warnings: Fluff tons of fluff!, In-Ho being caring as always. I’m not gonna say more because i will spoil it….

Word Count: 5273

Author’s Notes: OMG FINALLY! I finished writing this chapter, I’m so happy how this turned out, i feel like we all deserved to read this after i announced that i put this series on hiatus😭 which i’m very sorry about it, anyways, enjoy this one and let me know what you think! Also i paired up my taglist for LBH and the taglist for this series alone…

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As In Ho starts to cook, you wake up, feeling a fuzzy creature settling on top of you–you open your eyes as you see Yu-Jin staring blankly at you, “Did I fall asleep that long?” You asked as Yu Jin looked at you with such adoration in his eyes, you chuckled lightly, hearing a soft clatter inside your kitchen, you sat up, cradling Yu Jin in your arms as you stood up–walking slowly towards the kitchen.

In Ho’s broad back displayed beautifully in front of you, he’s wearing a blue plain shirt, a grey sweatpants and an apron wrapped around him, you looked at him from head to toe, eyes trailing painfully slow, In Ho started to chop the vegetable as he let the water boil, you leaned back at the kitchen counter, watching him closely, you can’t help but chuckle as he struggle on the measurements of the seasonings, he checks his phone to double check everything, you can’t help but laugh a little—it’s adorable.

You can’t hold your laugh anymore as you burst your laugh out, In Ho got startled a little, looking at you, “Oh, you’re awake,” he said as he smiles at you—a smile so bright it made your stomach full of butterflies, “yeah, and what are you doing?” you teased a little, raising your eyebrows playfully, “Well,” he stop for a moment, looking at the stove, “I’m cooking food, for you,” he muttered, “Looks good though,” You walk towards him, looking at what’s he cooking, “What are you cooking?” you pointed at the boiling vegetables, “Ah, it’s what my mom cooked for me when i was a kid,” he smiled, “Thought you might like to taste it.” “Oh, that’s good then, I haven't tasted one though…” you chuckled a little, ”what is it called?” You asked, scanning his face as his gaze softened at you, “it’s called ‘budae jjigae’, it’s good I promise.” He said as he pointed at the food he’s cooking, “well, if you say so, Mr. Hwang,” you teased as you winked at him, In Ho’s eyes widened, but you didn’t seem to notice it—are you flirting with him? What was that for?—He can’t seem to find a word to say to you, he’s stunned, shocked actually.

You sit on the kitchen counter as you watch him, his back beautifully displayed in front of you, you’d climb that man like a tree and you will not be tired of it.

“It’ll be ready in a few minutes, why don’t you freshen up a bit?” He murmured as he turned around to look at you, his eyes trailing on your thighs and your waist, then he focused his gaze on your lips then to your eyes, you nodded, “Yes, sir!” You once again teased as you jumped down and giggled as you went upstairs to take a shower, meanwhile In Ho just shook his head as he chuckled deeply—watching you run like a little kid after teasing him, oh to see you being like that to him everyday is something to die for.

You tossed your clothes at the basket inside your shower as you changed into something nice, something that is comfortable for you to wear; a thin strap black shirt and a grey shorts, your cleavage displayed seductively as you look at yourself in the mirror, you blow dry your hair and tied it up in a messy bun, before you go down, you applied a cherry flavor chapstick to finish your look.

Meanwhile, In Ho sets up the table for the two of you as he settled the dish that he made for you, Yu Jin looked up at him, his tail slightly wiggling, In Ho crouched down as he pats Yu Jin, the cat purred against him as In Ho displayed a smile on his lips, admiring his cat as its play bites his fingers, chuckling in return. “You two look so adorable together.” You teased, arms crossed as you looked down at the two, In Ho looked up at you, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him, Your shorts hugged the curves of your hips as he dampen his lips as he looked at your chest, your cleavage is showing, shoulders perfectly toned as you looked down at him with the most gorgeous and sweet expression that never fails to make him fold, you’re going to be the death of this man, the same man who knocked on your door, eyes glaring at you with the most cold expression—grunting and sighing as he asked for his parcel, that man.

“I-“ he didn’t know what to say, he’s speechless, you’re the most beautiful thing he ever laid his eyes on, he wanted you badly, he wants you, he wants to consume you in every possible way he could—cherish every moment with you, kiss and worship every imperfections you have, “If you look at me like that, i might melt.” You teased as you chuckled, you sat down on the chair as In Ho stood up, still stunned, how can you do this to him? He pulled the chair next to you, as you grabbed the spoon to take some of the food that In Ho had prepared for you, “I hope you like it.” He muttered, eyes admiring you, “By the looks of it I could eat all of it!” You confessed as you eyes filled with excitement, In Ho just smiled at you as you grabbed a spoonful of it, putting it in your mouth as you groaned when the dish hit your tongue, you closed your eyes as you hummed, In Ho’s mouth gaped open, your doing this on purpose, trying to make him fall bad for you by acting all innocent and sweet to him.

The sound you made In Ho took a deep breath , “Is it that good that’s why you’re doing that, sweetheart?” In Ho teased, a smirk displayed on his lips, you opened your eyes, “Yes, it’s so good! I love this In Ho, thank you!” You said excitedly, grabbing another spoonful of the dish, In Ho chuckled as he grabbed a portion of it as well.

The two of you continued to eat as you and In Ho talked about things, you asked him questions like what’s his favorite film or even series, he didn’t answer quickly, he thought of it carefully, “Hmm, i’m not sure i watched a lot of movies…” he mumbled, “Do you know…The Magnificent Seven?” He added, your eyes lit up upon hearing his response, “Yes! I love that film! Wait, isn’t that there’s two films of it? The old one and the rebooted one?” You asked as he chuckled, nodding after, “Yes, I like the new one.” He mumbled, “What makes you like the new one than the old one?” You asked, as you took the spoon in your mouth, his eyes never leaving your lips, even when you eat — you look…beautiful. “Well, the new one features pretty good actors,” he said as he took a bite of his food, “I also like the chemistry between the actors, it’s better of course in my opinion.” He mumbled as you giggled, “I really like billy rocks, have you seen that one scene where he throws a knife like a hair pin on the guy’s chest?!” You said as you saw In-Ho chuckling, “Yes, I remember it, he’s also a good looking man.” He confessed, “Yeah! The actor portrayed Billy Rocks perfectly, not to tell you the actor itself is such a great actor, what’s his name again?” You asked as you looked at In-Ho who’s of course — he’s already looking at you with those deep brown eyes, “It’s…Lee Byung-Hun, I think.” He replied, “What about you, what movies do you like?” He asked, you hummed, “It really depends on my mood…whenever I find a new movie to watch it’ll be my favorite.” You giggled, as you gave In-Ho a smile that made him soften his gaze to you even more.

Whenever he looks at you, you always give him this feeling that he can’t quite understand, it’s like he knows to himself that he likes you but then…he can’t say that to you, he will just do it in terms of action; cooking you food, taking care of you, telling you that you look beautiful, and offering to clean your kitchen when you got sick because he wanted you to rest.

The two of you continued to ask questions about each other, perhaps getting to know one another, you’re both neighbors after all, and neighbors should be good to each other, right?

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“So you’re telling me, being a professor is not really your dream?” You gasped in shock, “yes.” He mumbled as his back faced you, he’s washing the dishes from earlier, your hand curled on to the wine glass, “I wanted to be a police officer, a detective too, but I figured being a professor would suit me better.” He confessed, “Well, both suit you, I can imagine you being a police officer as a part time professor,” you teased, and that earned a chuckle on him, a deep and genuine one that you always like.

“I didn’t plan to be a graphic designer too, I wanted to be a writer, but i was so lazy to apply for universities that have that bachelors degree, so i ended up taking Multimedia Arts, it’s fun really—but there’s part of me thinking ‘what if i took English Literature?’ since then I couldn't stop thinking about it.” You mumbled, sighing to yourself as you swirl the glass of wine in your grasp, “Well, you’re great at what you’re doing right now.” In-Ho replied as he turned around to face you, grabbing his glass of wine sitting on top of the kitchen counter, “You know, there’s things in life that we thought it’ll happen the way we want to happen but ending up didn’t, and maybe that happens for a reason.” He said, voice soft and calming, you hummed in response.

Then there’s silence in the air, the silence that’s comfortable and not eerie, you liked it—you like how In-Ho always gives you that sense of silence.

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The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the television casting shadows across the walls. You sat on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, a half-empty glass of wine resting on the coffee table.

The aroma of the meal In-Ho had cooked earlier still lingered in the air—spicy and rich, like the man himself.

He sat beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, but not so close that it felt intrusive.

“Don’t you have work tomorrow?” You mumbled, sitting on the couch, facing the television as Yu-Jin sat on your lap, curled into a ball of fur, “I do, but I don’t want to go home yet.” He replied as he looked at you, the way his deep brown eyes looked at you…it’s making you feel things that not every other guy you met makes you feel, it’s something you can’t quite understand.

“Alright,” you Mumbled, “what do you want to watch?” You added, hands pressing the buttons of the remote of the television as you scanned through countless of films that flashed on the screen, “You pick sweetheart, whatever you like.” He confessed, the corner of his lips curled up into a tiny smirk—your face lit up a little when he calls you with that nickname, you still don’t know why he calls you like that, you never bothered to ask, but maybe tonight is the right time to ask about it—you finally searched for a movie to watch, it’s about a trained secret agent hunting down the killer of his fiancé, it’s a thriller movie, a bit gore too.

The movie played on, a tense thriller that had both of you momentarily captivated.

But every now and then, you’d catch him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. At first, you thought it was just your imagination, but then it happened again.

His gaze lingered a little longer this time, heavy with something you couldn’t quite place.

When you turned to look at him, he quickly averted his eyes, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

“Sorry,” he muttered, chuckling softly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “It’s fine. What’s on your mind?”

He hesitated for a moment, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. “Just… you. Us. I guess I’m just enjoying this. It’s nice.”

His words were simple, but they carried weight.

There was something about the way he said it—soft, almost vulnerable—that made your chest tighten.

You turned your attention back to the screen, but your mind was no longer on the movie.

Instead, it was on him.

The way his hair fell slightly into his eyes, the curve of his lips when he smiled, the way his voice seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket.

The silence between you wasn’t awkward; it was charged, like the air before a storm.

You could feel the tension building, slow and steady, though neither of you dared to acknowledge it. Every brush of his hand against yours as he reached for his glass sent a jolt through you, and you wondered if he felt it too.

As the movie reached its climax, you found yourself leaning slightly closer to him, drawn in by some invisible force. His breathing seemed to sync with yours, steady and deep, and for a moment, the world outside the room ceased to exist.

When the credits rolled, neither of you moved.

The only sound was the faint hum of the television and the soft rustle of fabric as he shifted slightly beside you.

“So,” he began, his voice low and smooth, “what did you think of the movie?”

You turned to face him, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. “It was… intense,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah. It was.” He reached to pat Yu-Jin, who’s now laying on the floor, sleeping peacefully—you smiled a little at the sight in front of you, it was a casual one, but it made your heart flutter. He leaned back up, his back now resting on the back rest of the couch—then there is it again—the silence, the tension.

The space between you seemed to shrink, the tension thickening with each passing second.

You could see the question in his eyes, the unspoken desire simmering beneath the surface. But he didn’t move, didn’t act, and neither did you. Instead, you stayed there, suspended in that fragile moment, teetering on the edge of something neither of you were ready to name.

Finally, he broke the silence.

“Do you want another glass of wine?”

You hesitated, the question hanging in the air like a lifeline. “Sure,” you said, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

As he stood and walked toward the kitchen, you couldn’t help but watch him, your heart pounding in your chest. The night was far from over, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change—something neither of you could take back.

“Red or white?” he called from the kitchen, his voice pulling you back to reality.

“Whichever you’re having,” you replied, he nodded as he slowly stood up walking towards your kitchen.

In-Ho returned with two glasses of wine, the deep red liquid catching the dim light as he handed one to you. His fingers brushed against yours, and you felt that familiar jolt ripple through you, grounding you in the moment.

“Thanks,” you said softly, your voice just above a whisper.

He smiled, his eyes warm with something unspoken.

“Do you wanna go to the balcony? The sky is full of stars tonight.” He mumbled, a hint of excitement filled his voice, but not enough for you to see it. You glanced toward the balcony, the large glass doors offering a glimpse of the dark sky beyond.

Why not? You thought.

The room felt charged, the air thick with something indefinable, and maybe the cool night breeze would help clear your head—or at least soften the intensity. “I would love that.” He smiled at your response, “After you,” he said as you walked past him, Yu-Jin yawned as he rolled over from your carpet, following you as well, you giggled as you picked him up.

In-Ho watched this—he can’t help but wonder—What if he didn’t meet you? If your package and his package didn’t end up in each other’s house? Would he still meet you? The sunshine in his lonely mornings, the stars in the night sky that shines bright in his dark world—his y/n.

The balcony was small but cozy, with a wooden bench and a low table scattered with a few plants. The city lights twinkled in the distance, but the sky above was clear, bright with stars. In-Ho leaned against the railing, sipping his wine as he gazed upward. You joined him, the cool air brushing against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth inside. You set Yu-Jin down on the floor, the wine glass still in In-Ho’s hand, he gave the other glass to you—you thanked him, he nodded slightly.

“I always forget how quiet it gets out here,” he said, his voice low and contemplative. “Feels like a different world.”

You nodded, taking a sip of your wine. The silence between you was comfortable, but there was an undercurrent, something tugging at the edges of your awareness. You could feel In-Ho’s presence beside you, solid and magnetic, even though he wasn’t touching you.

After a moment, he turned to look at you, his eyes unfathomable in the faint light. “You’re quiet tonight. Is everything okay?”

You hesitated, spinning the stem of your wine glass between your fingers. “Just thinking,” you admitted.

“About what?” His tone was light, but there was an edge of curiosity, as if he already knew the answer.

You glanced at him, catching his gaze.

How do you even begin to put this into words?

“Us,” you said finally, the word heavy with meaning.

In-Ho didn’t look away.

If anything, his expression grew more intent, his focus sharpening.

“What about us?”

You could feel your pulse quicken, the wine warming your cheeks.

“I don’t know. It’s just… I feel like there’s something here. Something we haven’t talked about.”

He exhaled slowly, setting his glass down on the railing. “I’ve noticed it too.” His voice was steady, but there was a rawness to it that made your stomach flutter. “I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”

Your breath caught, though not because of the cold air.

“I do,” you admitted.

“I just… I don’t know where it’s going.”

He stepped closer, his body heat radiating against you. “Maybe we don’t have to figure that out right now,” he said softly.

“Maybe we can just… be us.”

Your heart was racing now, the space between you shrinking as he leaned in slightly.

His eyes searched yours, as if seeking permission, and you realized you wanted this—wanted him—more than you’d let yourself admit.

Before either of you could say anything else, a sharp gust of wind blew through, scattering leaves across the balcony and making you shiver. In-Ho chuckled, stepping back slightly.

“Guess it’s colder than I thought. Here.”

He went back inside to get his jacket, draped it over your shoulders without waiting for a reply.

The warmth of it enveloped you, carrying his scent—something clean and subtly masculine—and you pulled it tighter around yourself. “Thanks,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

He grinned, that easy smile of his making your heart skip a beat. “Anytime.”

You both stood there for a moment, the tension building again, sharper this time. In-Ho reached out, brushing a strand of hair that had been caught by the wind from your face. His touch was light, almost tentative, but it sent a spark through you all the same.

“We should probably head back inside soon,” he said quietly, though he didn’t move.

You nodded, though the thought of leaving this moment behind felt unbearable. “Yeah.”

Neither of you made a move toward the door. Instead, you stayed there, the night stretching out around you, the stars above watching silently. In-Ho’s hand lingered near your face, his thumb grazing your cheekbone ever so slightly.

“Do you ever think about what could happen if we…” His voice trailed off, leaving the question hanging in the air.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. “All the time,” you whispered.

His eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to your lips for the briefest of moments before meeting your eyes again.

The air between you felt electric, charged with possibility.

“Maybe…” he started, his voice barely audible.

The balcony grew quieter, the only sound was the soft rustle of leaves in the night breeze. Yu-Jin meowed at the two of you, unaware of what’s happening, he left the balcony, leaving the two of you standing there in silence, eyes lost on each other as In-Ho’s words hung in the air, unfinished, but their weight was undeniable. His hand rested lightly on your arm, his touch warm even through the fabric of his jacket. You could feel the intensity of his gaze, searching yours for something—permission, maybe, or reassurance.

“Maybe what?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile tension between you.

He hesitated, his thumb brushing against your arm in an absent motion.

“Maybe we don’t have to think so hard about it,” he said finally, his tone soft but firm.

“Maybe we can just… let this happen.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you found yourself leaning slightly closer to him without even realizing it.

The distance between you had narrowed, the space filled with that same unspoken electricity that had been building all night. His lips were so close now, and you could almost feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

In-Ho’s hand moved slowly, tentatively, up to your cheek, his fingers brushing against your skin with a gentleness that made your breath catch. His eyes searched yours again, and this time, there was no hesitation in his gaze. He leaned in, closing the distance between you until his lips brushed against yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

It was brief—a question more than a statement—but it sent a jolt through you, a spark that ignited something deep within. When he pulled back, just slightly, his hand still cupping your cheek, you could see the uncertainty in his eyes, the quiet hope that mirrored your own.

“Was that okay?” he murmured, his voice low and tinged with vulnerability.

You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. Your heart was racing, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. But one thing was clear: you wanted more. You wanted to feel his lips on yours again, to explore whatever this was between you.

In-Ho seemed to sense your thoughts, because he smiled faintly, his thumb stroking your cheek once more before he leaned in again. This time, the kiss was firmer, more confident, though still soft and slow. His other hand found its way to your waist, pulling you gently closer to him. You felt the warmth of his body against yours, the solidness of him grounding you in the moment.

Your hands moved instinctively, one resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm, the other tangling in the fabric of his shirt at his side. The kiss deepened slightly, and you could taste the faint sweetness of the wine on his lips, mingling with something uniquely him—something warm and intoxicating.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting together as you tried to steady yourselves. In-Ho’s eyes were dark, filled with something you couldn’t quite name, but it made your stomach flutter.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admitted quietly, his voice rough with emotion.

“Me too,” you replied, your voice just as soft.

He smiled at that, a small, genuine smile that made your heart swell. For a moment, neither of you spoke, content to simply be in each other’s space, sharing the warmth and closeness that had been building between you all night.

Eventually, In-Ho broke the silence, his voice tentative. “Do you want to go back inside? It’s getting cold out here.”

You nodded, though you weren’t sure if it was actually the cold that made you agree. You followed him back into the living room, where the soft glow of the lamp cast a warm light over the space. The wine glasses were still on the coffee table, half-empty, a reminder of the evening that had brought you to this moment.

In-Ho picked up his glass and took a sip, his eyes never leaving yours. “Do you want more wine?” he asked, though it felt more like an excuse to keep the conversation going.

“Sure,” you said, sitting down on the couch as he poured another glass for each of you. He handed you yours before settling down beside you, closer than he had been earlier.

The movie credits had long since ended, leaving the room in a comfortable silence. You sipped your wine, the liquid warming you from the inside out, though you didn’t think it was just the wine making you feel this way.

In-Ho set his glass down and turned to face you, his expression serious but gentle. “I know I said we shouldn’t rush this,” he began, “but I also don’t want to pretend that I don’t feel something here. I don’t want to ignore it anymore.”

You looked at him, your heart pounding in your chest. “I feel it too,” you admitted. “I just… I don’t know what it means yet.”

“That’s okay,” he said softly. “We don’t have to figure it all out tonight.” He reached out, his hand brushing against yours before lacing his fingers through them. “But I want to explore it with you.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, not from fear but from anticipation. You squeezed his hand gently, feeling the warmth of his palm against yours. “I want that too,” you said.

In-Ho smiled again, a slow, relieved smile that made your stomach flip. He leaned in closer, his free hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was tender, almost reverent, and it made your breath catch in your throat.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching yours for permission.

You nodded without hesitation, your heart racing as he closed the distance between you once more. This kiss was different from the others—slow and deliberate, as if he was savoring every moment. His hand cupped your cheek again, his thumb brushing against your skin as his lips moved against yours.

You felt yourself melting into him, your body leaning closer as if drawn by some invisible force. His other hand tightened around yours, anchoring you in the moment. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours again, his breath warm against your skin. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

You smiled faintly, your heart swelling with a warmth you hadn’t felt in a long time. “Neither will I,” you whispered.

For a moment, neither of you moved, both caught in the aftermath of what had just happened. But then In-Ho shifted slightly, his hand moving from your cheek to your shoulder as he leaned back just enough to look at you.

“Should we finish the wine?” he asked, though it was clear his focus wasn’t entirely on the drink.

You nodded, picking up your glass and taking a sip as In-Ho did the same. The rich flavor of the wine filled your mouth, but it was nothing compared to the taste of him still lingering on your lips.

As you set the glass back down, In-Ho’s hand found yours again, his fingers intertwining with yours effortlessly. “This feels… right,” he said softly.

“It does,” you agreed.

In-Ho stood up slowly, stretching his arms slightly as he glanced at the clock on the wall.

“I should probably head home,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of reluctance.

“Got work tomorrow, and I don’t want to be completely useless.” He chuckled.

You nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment but not wanting to seem too eager. “Yeah, of course,” you replied, standing up alongside him. He picked up Yu-Jin who’s sleeping peacefully on top of the coffee table. He scooped him in his arms, careful not to wake him.

You walked him to the door, your footsteps soft against the wooden floor.

When you reached it, you hesitated for a moment before turning the handle and opening it. The cool night air rushed in, brushing against your skin and making you shiver slightly. In-Ho lingered in the doorway, his tall frame casting a shadow that stretched across the floor.

He turned to face you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence heavy with anticipation.

Then, without warning, he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and urgent.

Your heart raced as you deepened the kiss, your hands instinctively reaching up to rest against his chest. His warmth, his scent, everything about him felt intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but lose yourself in the moment. In-Ho’s hand found your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t bear to let go. The other wrapped on Yu-Jin’s sleeping figure.

But then, too soon, he was the one to pull away, his breathing slightly uneven as he looked down at you.

“Goodnight,” he murmured, his voice low and soft.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he finally stepped back.

“Goodnight,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat. You watched as he turned and walked away, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Even though he was just next door, you already missed him.

Closing the door softly, you leaned against it for a moment, savoring the lingering warmth of his touch. The house felt quieter now, almost too quiet, but there was a sense of contentment that settled over you.

You made your way to your bed, sinking into the mattress with a sigh. Lying there, you couldn’t help but replay the evening in your mind—the way he looked at you during the movie, the way his hand felt in yours, the way his lips had tasted against your own. It was all so new, so exciting, and yet somehow it felt like it had been a long time coming.

As you closed your eyes, a smile played on your lips. Tomorrow was another day, and In-Ho had promised to take you out on a date.

The thought filled you with a quiet excitement, a sense of anticipation for what might come next. For now, though, you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, dreaming of what tomorrow might bring.

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Author’s Notes: Omg ya’ll!! IT HAPPENED!! I’m tearing up right now, when i was writing this i was unsure, but then i figured they both needed that after all the tension between them, the silence that wrapped around them, they needed all that.

Also, Yu-Jin got a mom now!! Hell yeahhhh!

Thank you for supporting this series even though i announced about the hiatus due to me not knowing how yo finish it, i appreciate the people to begged and waited for so many days for the next chapter to publish, and now here it is!

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thedreamingreaper · 21 days ago

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men who look at you like you are their whole world.

men who notice your abnormal silence only to realize you are overthinking and quickly interrupt with a soft "hey, i love you"

men who take pride in being your safe space.

men who would want to give you the moon but realistically can't, so instead they make it a point to send you pretty moon pics every day.

men who understand how much their presence calms you down and they actively seek you out when you feel anxious.

men who put you first. always. Not because you expect them to, but the truly want to.

men who give space and are patient with you, who console you, comfort you, reassure you

men who love you just because. It comes to them as easy and naturally as breathing.

men who provide, because they want to, not because they think less of you and your independent choices, but because they think you are above such mundane tasks that might bring you even a percent of stress.

men who maintain their tones throughout the conversation, because not only they understand the impact of loud harsh word but also why you feel the panic need to raise yours in an unbalanced situation.

men who understand why in a movie, the male lead finally found and chose to stay with their tortured/ kidnapped partner instead of running behind the bad guy.

men who hold onto you, so tightly, burying themselves into you, because they truly believe, your embrace is the solution to all their problems.

men who are in love with you, truly, madly, foolishly, completely, proudly, unabashedly, timelessly.

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thedreamingreaper · 21 days ago

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- Radiohead, 'Fog'

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thedreamingreaper · 22 days ago

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See you when I see you

Chapter 2: Morning Coffee

Professor! Lee Byung-Hun x Fem! Reader

Series Masterlist

LBH Masterlist

Warnings: Light sexual innuendo, jealousy, stalking shenanigans through online. Basically none. 💔

Word Count: 2805

Author’s Notes: We’re slowly getting there, it’s not it…but there’s progress.

Taglist: (Want to join LBH taglist? Let me know!)

The rain pours outside the coffee shop, you sit in the corner, waiting for your order, an iced americano. You’re reading a book, your mind is deeply engaged in it, your fingers traced on the words of the page, then—”Ms.Y/n?” you heard a familiar voice, too familiar, the one that kept you awake in the middle of the night.

You looked up from your lashes, seeing your professor, Mr. Lee.

There he stood in front of you, a coffee in hand, he towers your sitting figure—his other hand holding his leather briefcase, he’s wearing a dark gray button up sleeve—the sleeves are rolled neatly up till his elbows—his shirt hugging his muscles carefully, chest rising slow as he looked down at you, he wore a black chino pants—he paired it with a glossy black chelsea boots that matches his clothing, neat and clean.

“Mr. Lee,” You muttered softly, eyes scanning him, “Are you with someone?” he asked, pointing at the seat across from you, “Oh, i’m not,” You replied, “Can i sit with you?” He asked—you nodded—way too quickly, as if you’re waiting for him to come to you since you got there, for him to sit with you.

He pressed his lips in a thin line, settling his belongings as he sat down, his eyes immediately found yours, scanning your features as if something changed.

“I wasn’t expecting you’d be a person who drinks black coffee.” He chuckled, fingers pointing on your coffee.

“I prefer it over the other ones, it’s strong…and I like it.” You replied, smiling up at him as you put your lips on the glass.

Byung-Hun’s eyes fell on your lips, he licked his lips to dampen it, wishing it was his lips against yours and not the glass. He looked away, “I could say the same.” he muttered, “Makes me feel,” his eyes fell on your hands—who’s wrapped around the glass filled with coffee, he imagined it wrapped around his—”Mr. Lee?” you snapped him away from his thoughts, he’s now looking at you, “Hmm?” he hummed, “I should go, i forgot i have to be early at class.” You sighed to yourself, thinking you needed to be early due to you and your friend arranging the seating plan for the rest of the semester. Byung-Hun breathed out softly, disappointed that he didn’t even gotta talk to you for a while—or how have you been? How did you sleep last night? If you ever dreamed of him, He nodded, “Yes, of course,” He cleared his throat—you stood up, standing beside him as you gave him a subtle nod,

“See you when I see you, Sir.” You muttered as you left.

See you when I see you… he thought.

He sat there in silence.

Looking at the glass of coffee that you left, a mark of your lipstick is in there, imprinted at the glass, he sighed to himself as he took a sip of his coffee, savoring the aroma and the taste of black coffee—the taste made him feel awake, it’s still a long day ahead and he wished he could go home—he’s having this odd feeling that he couldn’t explain, something that he never felt before.

You arrived at your classroom, your friend Kate who’s already waiting for you sat there, “Where have you been?” she asked, “You’re so late, I did the arrangement myself.” she added as she pointed at the paper in front of her, you sighed, “I know i’m sorry, i had to get coffee on the way,’’ you admitted as she gasped, “You had coffee without me?!” she put her hand on her chest, pretending to hurt as she groaned, you chuckled, “I’ll get us coffee later for compensation of me being late.” you muttered as she smiled, “This is why i love you y/n–!” she joked as the two of you chuckled, “oh, by the way, Mr. Lee sent a message on our group chat, he said he’ll be late for his class later,’’ she muttered, “he didn’t tell why though…” she added as she looked at you, you raised your eyebrows, humming in response, “I see, maybe he has a meeting or I don't know,’’ you said as you put your bag down on your chair, “Well, whatever it is i’m glad he’s late because i’m going to take a nap on his class.” she groaned, sitting down beside you, you playfully rolled your eyes at her as you focused your gaze on your phone, reading your professor, Mr. Lee’s message to your school group chat with him and the other students from your class.

Professor, Hwang In-Ho

You read his text carefully, wondering why he would be late for later, then it got you thinking; why would you care if he’s late? Isn’t it normal for a professor to be late sometimes? Or you’re just eager to see him again? Standing in front of you while his eyes linger on you.

By the time the professor before him left, you couldn’t get something out of your chest, it’s like wanting something but you don’t know what it is, you asked your friend beside you to accompany you from the comfort room.

Your friend went inside one of the stalls as you waited for her, you looked at yourself in the mirror, your lips is a bit chapped, you grabbed a lip balm and you applied some on your lips, “I really like that lip balm of yours, by the way,” your friend muttered as she walked towards you, “I know, it’s cherry flavoured.” you chuckled, but still–your mind kept drifting off to something, well, maybe you’re just hungry, “Can we grab food at the school canteen? I’m starving” you whined as your friend nodded, “We need to be quick or Sir BH would be mad if we’re late in his class.” she added, “How are you so sure he will be mad? He's late himself!” you joked as the two of you chuckled.

The two of you walked on the hallway, as you greeted some of the professors that you passed by, they greeted you back, some nodded in acknowledgement—Finaly, you and your friend arrived at the canteen, there’s nothing much yet since it’s 9:37 AM in the morning, “So, what will you get?” She asked as you wandered your eyes around, “Hmm, i think i’ll get a bread then some redbull,” You muttered as you looked at your friend, “A redbull? Girl it’s 9 am in the morning, you’re going to kill yourself!” She gave you a look, a look that made you roll your eyes, “I need caffeine or I'll die,” you replied, “But you had coffee earlier,” She argued, “Fine fine, i’ll get water then.” you said in defeat, “Much better.” She sighed in relief as the two of you went to the counter to pay for the food.

Meanwhile, Mr. Lee just got out of the elevator, he thanked the elevator operator, as he walked out—he heard this familiar voice—too familiar for him, he looked behind him, then there’s you.

Laughing with your friend beside you, your smile was like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating everything around you, and he couldn't help but slowly melt upon seeing it.

Your eyes flickered to his, your gaze softened, “Shit, it’s Mr. Lee…” You muttered just above a whisper, enough for your friend to hear, your friend’s gaze went to his, “Shit” she replied, He stopped his steps as you and your friend continued to walk towards him, “Good morning Mr. Lee.” You greet him with such brightness radiating in you, he nodded, “Good morning.” He replied as his gaze dropped on your lips then to your eyes, “Good Morning, Sir BH!” your friend muttered as she smiled to him, “Morning,” He muttered, voice dropping octave.

You can’t help but notice how he greets you differently than others, the way he looked at you with such passion and intense demeanor, but when it comes to others he looked rather cold, or himself.

“Why don’t you two go inside, I'll be there in a minute.” He said as he motioned to your classroom, Your friend nodded, “Alright Sir!” she replied as she went inside the room, leaving you and Mr. Lee standing at the busy hallway, “You need anything?” Mr. Lee asked, his eyes turned soft, you shook your head, “Oh, Nothing– I’ll see you in a bit, Mr. Lee.” You added as he gave you a subtle nod, He watched you leave.

His eyes trail on how your hair moves from side to side, how you clench your fist lightly on your pants when you run slowly towards the room, or how your uniform is neatly tucked inside your pants, he slowly notices everything about you— And he can’t help why does he have to notice those small things about you — it shouldn’t concern him, you’re just a student, someone who pays for their education to spend the next four years of their life to get the job that they want, how ever…for him, you’re not just a student, and he can’t tell himself what are you really are for him.

His hand clenched tightly on his leather briefcase, he slowly walked towards your classroom, his hand touched the cold handle of the door as he pushed it inside, the classroom grew quiet upon seeing him, you sat comfortably, eating the bread that you bought earlier, you followed him through your gaze as he sets his things down on the table in front of you, “I apologize for being a few minutes late, i hope i have been given you enough time to gather yourselves.” he muttered casually, eyes narrowing around the classroom — then his gaze drops to yours, then he looks away, clearing his throat, “So,” he said loudly enough to catch the attention of the students, “I’m assuming you’ve all read the module?” He asked as he went to the desk, grabbing his briefcase as he pulled a notebook, he then looked to you, “Have you read it, Ms. President, Y/n?” he muttered—Of course you read it, you already made tons of notes about it — you nodded, “Yes, Sir.” he nodded slowly, “Good.” he mumble, “Why don’t you tell me what the module no.1 is about, just a summary or your own understanding.” He added, he leaned down on the table, pressing his weight down on his arms, You stood up, you opened your mouth to speak but he stopped you, “In front Ms. Y/n,” He mumbled as his fingertips brushed on the pages of his notebook, “Right,” you replied as you stood in front, “So, the module 1 is basically about the introduction for globalization and global economy—” You mumbled as you explained what are the things that you learned in the module, what are the things that made you confused a bit but later on you understood it because of some of the parts of the module, then you explained why global economy is important to understand.

While you explain the lesson, Byung-Hun can’t help but get lost in how good your voice sound like, he can fell as leep upon hearing your voice, a voice so soft — he wonder what would you sound like if you’re on your knees, eyes focused on his while your mouth is wrapped around his length, while his fingers wrapped tightly on your dark hair while he guides you through it, he felt a sudden tightness inside his pants, it’s uncomfortable — but enough for him to stop what he’s thinking, he can’t keep doing this, thinking that he could just imagine those things to you, a student, his student.

Thank god you finally stopped talking, because if you didn’t he might’ve cum inside his pants.

You looked at him, looking for anything — such as reactions or anything that will make you go back to your seat, your eyes narrowed to his hands, those thick and veiny hands — he slowly nodded, a satisfied one, “That’s…Good, you did really read it.” He praised as he watched you smile at him, “You can now go back to your seat.” You nodded as you went back to your seat, your friend leaned to you, “Show off.” she teased as you chuckled.

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The lesson with Mr.Lee went well, you liked how he add some humor in his lessons, how he interacts with the students — asking them questions about the topic — complimenting them about their answer, telling them that he likes their answer and it’s precisely spoken well, he’s a good professor after all.

“All right, that’s all for today, get home safe and see you when I see you.” He muttered as his gaze dropped to yours, giving you a quick look before leaving.

“Why did he do that to you? Why can’t he do that to me?!” Your friend joked as you chuckled in response as you gathered your things, “C’mon i owe you coffee from earlier,” you mumbled as your friend hurriedly gathered her things, you rolled your eyes playfully.

As you leave the classroom, you saw Mr. Lee on the hallway, talking to some students, you stood there watching him talk about something you can’t quite understand, your eyes fell on hands — how he had this kind of mannerisms when he talks — he would also gesture it with his hands and you find it cute, maybe because you also do the same? Or maybe you just like him? Which one? Your friend nudged you, “I know right, he looks so good when he explains things,” she sighs, “I wonder what else he can do…” she added as you slowly looked at her, “I bet a lot of things” you joked as she chuckled, she shook her head as she walked away from you towards the stairs, You slowly walk towards the stairs too — your eyes never leaving his, you can see the student that he’s talking with are laughing with him and it looks like she’s flirting with him too, you felt a pang of jealousy for a moment, it’s odd because if he tried that with you, you would be shy and wouldn’t even dare to flirt back, as you look at him, Mr. Lee noticed your figure from the side of his eyes, he looked at you, he gave you a subtle nod, enough to acknowledge your presence, you gave him a shy smile as you left the floor to follow your friend.

Mr. Lee knew you were watching him.

From the moment he left the classroom, he knew you will come and look for him — you always do, in every corner of the hallway, you would find him, in any floor — or building, you would find him just to get a glimpse of him or feel his presence, and he knows it, and now he’s making sure that you will want more of his presence.

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“Do you think he’s even married?” Your friend mutters beside you as you take a sip of your coffee, “hmm, there’s no ring though…” you replied, "Well, some people don’t like to wear their rings,” she mumbled, “That’s stupid but yeah…maybe he just doesn’t like to wear it.” You replied as you looked at her, “He’s making us feel so curious about him, I mean he’s a private person which I understand,” she took out her phone from her pocket, “Want to find out if he’s married?” She smiled as she brought up her phone on the table, you raised your eyebrow, “We don’t even know if he has any social media,” you muttered “Maybe we can ask him tomorrow?” You added as your friend nodded in agreement, “We need to be careful though…” she mumbled as you thought the same.

Stalking someone over the phone using your social media takes lots of time and patience — you do really need to be careful, also brace yourself about the things that you will find out about the person that you will stalk. Not only will you stalk your target, but you also have to stalk their family and loved ones to gather more information like; their date of birth, age, how many siblings, if they’re married, if they have kids, or whatever to be honest.

That night when you and your friend went home, you called her and decided to make an account with a name that is unrecognizable — a new account — you and your friend list down all the possible names that your professor — Mr. Lee — might’ve had on facebook, ”What about his initials? BH?” she asked “That’s stupid but sure, let’s try” . You typed the name on the search bar and no accounts showed, you’re getting tired, too many dead ends you’ve reached but you’re dedicated to find more about him.

About your professor.

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