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HOST REQUESTED: Han Jisung

«ONE NIGHT AT BACK DOOR COLLECTION MASTERLIST»

HOST PROFILE 🔸Name: Han Jisung 🔸Attracts: Deviants 🔸Characteristics: An absolute perv who's perpetually horny [Needs revision: Minho, file shit properly istfg -Chris] 🔸Why patrons love him: He finds quirky things hot.

FAIR TRADE

📜4.7K words | Approx. 20-min. read 🖤HAN x Reader 🚨Please see the series masterlist for general warnings: Perv!Ji agenda is thriving, lowkey mutual pining, sexual deviance, somnophilia, pegging, edging, oral sex, 69, cum swallowing, unprotected sex. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

[3 new messages] Ace

Ace We received our patron files for Valentine’s I saw a familiar name in mine🤤 I’ve missed hosting you

An involuntary smile climbed to your lips when you read the messages, more so when you saw who they came from. Jisung. The guy you had the most bizarre relationship with. 

You first met him when a ladies’ night went sort of awry. When your friends told you they found a rich vein of inspiration for you, you thought they were going to take you to see some unconventional performance art again. It could be called performance art based on how you would interpret it, but you definitely didn’t expect to spend a night at a damn host club having the best sex of your entire life.

You Thought we could set the record straight You owe me a drawer’s worth of underwear Ace Bet I need some new ones for my collection anyway You Or you can stop stealing them! Ace LMAO good one Why do you think I tease you a lot before we fuck? I need those panties soaked with you Nobody told you to taste that good You You’re a sicko Ace

Ace. A nickname you had aptly given to him because damn did that guy know how to please. Well, it was his job to please, but that didn’t mean you weren’t going to subscribe to his services like he was a fucking streaming platform. 

It wasn’t easy to do that whenever you wanted because the club he worked at had a ridiculous waiting list. Even if you wanted to book him twice in a row, there were no consecutive days available, and the dates closest to each other were four to six months apart. It was proof that miracles existed when you managed to score an appointment on fucking Valentine’s Day.

It was fine, though. If it meant eventually spending another mindblowing night with him, you could settle for passing the time in between with a vibrator.

Ace And you fucking love it 💋 Nudes? You Geez can’t wait till next week? At least be a little romantic about it smh Ace Nudes in the rain? Come on baby I really miss you Spare one for your Ace You You're lucky you're a beast in bed [IMG1095.jpg]

Then one night you saw him off his work attire, chilling with his friends at some club. He recognized you, came to say hi, bought you several drinks, lost his whole entire shit when you told him you were a digital artist making adult webtoons, and when you kept teasing each other for the better half of an hour, he asked you if you wanted to get out of there. You took him home, had atom-rearranging sex outside the bounds of customer service, and everything changed after that night.

Your friends were right. Jisung turned into the source of inspiration you never planned on having. You kept drawing him. You kept drawing him a lot under the disguise of practice. His broad shoulders you loved to cling to, his narrow waist you loved feeling under your touch, his magnificent chest you loved dragging your nails on, his perfect lips you loved to kiss, his smile, his eyes, his pout, his cheeks… You dedicated characters after him. You illustrated steamy scenes after the things you really wanted to do with him. Granted, you refused to tell him about your work for the longest time, but he forced it out of you during one particularly faded night. And being one of your avid readers ever since then, there was no way he didn’t notice.

But that was all there was.

Technically, Jisung wasn’t allowed to ‘date’ in order not to hurt his reputation with his patrons, not that any sane person would agree to date an escort in the first place. He was a salesman who sold fantasies to whoever was willing to take him up on his offer, and there was fine print to be followed for that. The full knowledge that this man was unattached and could belong to anybody who wanted him was one of them.

Neither of you really knew what your relationship entailed; you just knew that you enjoyed each other’s company a lot. From afar, it looked like being friends with benefits, but even naming it so suddenly changed things and put Jisung in a compromising situation. You had opted for calling each other ‘cuddle buddies’ instead. Two people who cuddled and just happened to fuck each other’s brains out every time they touched. You didn’t want him to get into any trouble because of you, so you made it a point to never initiate anything, and you didn’t even have to, to be honest. Jisung always seemed to have an excuse ready to go to come and see you.

You still went to Back Door every once in a while to request him. The only difference was that you didn’t have to wait for months anymore to see him again.

Ace 🤯 I may have started salivating Can I come over? Please? Pls pls pls pls pls times infinity You Do you even care if you get canned? Ace OH COME ON!!! You never stay the night when you come in as a patron Let me fuck you awake again

And then he would say some shit like this, and effectively cause you to display a blue screen. Sometimes you hated how he knew exactly which buttons to press. It was pathetic to even think about it, but there was a reason you didn’t stay that you were going to take to your grave. Those appointments at Back Door were your make-believe date nights with Jisung. You just didn’t want to face the fact that he was going to do the same all over again with other people. Whenever you saw him outside the confines of that club you could still pretend you didn’t know what he actually did for a living. You weren’t judging him for it—not only did he not hide it from you, but that was also the reason you both met in the first place.

It was just more bearable this way.

You I’ll think about it when I see a photo with them Victoria's shopping bags Ace Can I come over if I buy you your precious lingerie? You Don’t give me attitude or else you ain’t getting any Ace 🤐🏃

One of these days. Maybe one of these days you could find the strength to say no to him and stand by it for once.

But it seemed like that day wasn’t going to arrive anytime soon.

“This is to replenish your entire second drawer, and this is for dinner,” Jisung handed you several brand-name shopping bags and a box containing a large pizza at your front door.

“Damn, you got here fast!” you exclaimed, genuinely surprised that he showed up at your apartment, “I didn’t think you would come at all.”

“How can I not cum if it’s you, baby?”

You slapped his arm with the bags in your hand and invited him in. After leaving the pizza in the kitchen, you walked to your bedroom to drop off the bags on your bed, and Jisung followed after you.

“Aren’t you gonna model for me?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on! Don’t you think I deserve it?”

“You’re seriously asking for a bounty for returning what’s mine?” you cocked your brows, “You’re the culprit!”

Jisung was going to answer. He actually had a really witty comeback prepared, but when you turned around and stood right next to the soft yellow glow of the standing light in your bedroom, he could perfectly make out your nipples as well as the outline of your breasts under your white tank. He spaced out so hard thinking about them bouncing that he totally forgot what he was going to say.

“You okay there, Ace?”

“Huh? Yeah um…” he cleared his throat somewhat abashed, “Low blood sugar.”

It was odd, to say the least. He was actually proud of how unfiltered he was when it came to teasing you, throwing in innuendos everywhere he could, or flat out telling you brazen things just to fluster you. You were used to Jisung being audaciously horny; not to this.

“Then pizza it is. Wanna watch something while we eat?” you started walking back to the kitchen.

“Actually, a close friend of mine has a new movie out,” he returned to his default mode after slapping himself on the cheeks, “Shall we watch that?”

“You’re friends with a movie star?”

“I mean, duh?”

You handed him two bottles of beer from your fridge and plopped down on your couch with the pizza box. As you were settling down, Jisung logged into some website and pressed play. You were more than halfway into the pizza when the actual premise of the movie finally hit you.

“Ace?”

“Hm?”

“This is porn.”

“Why would you discriminate against the hardest workers of the movie industry?” Jisung exaggeratedly protested, “Just watch it! There’s plot, and the acting’s decent, I promise.”

You didn’t know what to be more surprised about—the fact that you were casually watching porn with Jisung as if you were binging a freshly dropped season of some show, or the fact that he had a close friend in the adult movie business. You had to hand it to him; there was indeed somewhat of an interesting plot going on, chronicling how a woman was exploring her sexuality with the android ‘sex doll’ she purchased, but pornwise, things on the screen were pretty predictable. Tame, almost.

Until she wore a strap and started going to town on this guy. As the scene progressed, you gulped so audibly that Jisung turned his face to you.

“You good?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah!” you jumped in your place, completely taken aback by the sudden voice. You were so engrossed in the scene that you had forgotten you weren’t alone for a second, “Yeah, why?”

“You’re blushing.”

“Isn’t it natural? We’re watching porn.”

He grabbed his beer from the coffee table and sprawled on the couch with an annoyingly smug expression.

“Or, you really like what you’re seeing right now.”

You could try to be as casual about it as you wanted, but once Jisung picked up on something, he never let it go. There was no way he was going to let you live it down.

“It’s– It’s just sex,” you stood up from the couch, “I need to use the bathroom.”

“I’ll know if you’re rubbing one out in there!”

You went to the bathroom under the pretense of washing your hands, but the matter of the fact was, you were in dire need to hit your face with as much cold water as possible. When you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you noticed how much you were indeed blushing, and your heart was beating so fast. It wasn’t how sexy the scene itself looked to you—it was the thought of doing this to Jisung and him liking it that almost made you combust.

For the rest of the movie, every time you were reminded of that particular scene, you put your brain in autopilot mode, thinking about things that weren’t even remotely sexy to clear the reddish fog in your head. Chairs. Seats. Stained glass. A church service. 

But wouldn’t it be the most extremely erotic thing ever to peg Jisung during a church se—?

“ALRIGHT, let’s just call it a night. I’m tired,” you jumped to your feet. 

He didn’t protest, turned off the TV, and just followed you to the bathroom. After both of you washed up, you went to bed with Jisung cuddling you like a clingy koala bear. His warmth always lulled you to sleep faster than trying to fall asleep alone.

Yet, every time your breathing became deeper, telling him that you were long gone from the conscious realm, it always awakened something inside him. Your chest was softly rising and falling, but his heart was racing like he was running from something as fast as he could.

Jisung had no idea why the thought of making you cum in your sleep was such a turn-on to him, but it was. During one of your ‘cuddling’ sessions, he just couldn’t help himself, and when you reacted so positively to him, he immediately picked it up as a habit, or more like an addiction, and couldn’t stop ever since. It was happening again—he was getting painfully hard just thinking about what he was about to do to you.

He carefully turned you on your back, spread your thighs apart just a measure, and started to slowly slide your shorts down. When he nestled between your legs, that sweet scent that made him go berserk welcomed him again. Of fucking course he was going to steal your lingerie; did you ever try tasting yourself?

He briefly basked in the warmth radiating from your body and finally started teasing your clit with just the tip of his tongue, really, really gently so as not to wake you up. He kept it up for quite some time until he could see you involuntarily clench around nothing. It made him smile. It always made him smile watching you throb like that because of him. Jisung wondered whether he was making you see a wet dream right then. Maybe you were finally letting him cuff you to the bed, making you cum over and over again until you were a panting, crying mess. Maybe you were making him beg to let him fuck you for everyone in the club to watch. God, he would put on such an amazing show with you, but no one would be allowed to touch you. You were his to please. He would satisfy you in every way you asked until he diminished you into a puddle.

As he kept turning himself on more and more with these thoughts, his drags on your sopping wet cunt became more intense. He stopped breathing and laser-focused on stimulating your swollen clit with very fast licks until he made you cum in his mouth while you were quietly moaning in your sleep. He swallowed every last drop, but it wasn’t enough. He could never get enough of your taste. Of your scent. Of your body. Of you.

The sight of your pulsating pussy oozing under him, covering your folds with heavy gloss through and through was enough to make Jisung lose his mind. His salivary glands were working at full force watching you contract hard like that. He took off his boxers with careful movements and gingerly slid into you. When he started fucking you even with those languid thrusts, it felt so damn good inside you that he knew he was in so much trouble. The urge to drill you into that mattress was so fucking real. You were definitely going to wake up.

And when he couldn’t control his pace anymore, you did.

“Wanna go faster?”

“Ah, fuck! Go b– Go back to sleep, baby.”

“While feeling this good?” you sighed contently, “I don’t think so.”

When you grabbed him by his waist and pulled him closer, Jisung buried himself into you with one sharp thrust until he reached the very end of your walls.

“God, I just love fucking you awake!”

“You’re a sicko, Ace,” you sleepily smiled. 

Jisung lowered his body to be closer to your face and reciprocated your smile before kissing your face off.

“And you fucking love it, baby.”

Valentine’s Day. That fucking corporate Hallmark holiday which was the peak of consumerism and blah blah blah…

None of those were the reasons this particular day got on your nerves. It was how the passionate filler episodes you released every February 14 could not be further away from reality. You usually spent this day alone, pretending you were ‘protesting’ it, when in fact it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to spend it with someone you liked. Maybe go on a disgustingly romantic date, do cheesy shit like holding hands while walking on the strip, and come back home to eat heart-shaped chocolates off of each other and fuck all night.

This year, you were indeed spending it with someone you liked under less than favorable conditions, but at the end of the day, you were spending it with Jisung in his suite at the club, so who the fuck cared?

“I have a surprise for you,” he declared while refilling your champagne glass.

“What is it?”

“I prepped myself for today.”

You checked him out from head to toe to notice some change, but besides the undercut he got, nothing really seemed different.

“Chanel suit, blue hair, and a tight belt to accent that waist,” you took a bite from the chocolate soufflé in front of you, “Looks like your usual host attire to me.” 

“Not like that,” he grinned and leaned into the table, “I have a plug inside me right now.”

When you dropped your spoon, it hit the thick porcelain plate so loudly that Jisung flinched in his place.

“W-why? Why? Why would you do that?”

“Let’s just say a little inspiration from last week,” he casually responded and took a sip from the bubbly drink, looking directly into your eyes in the meantime.

Your lips parted in surprise, but once the initial shock cleared, you started laughing hysterically. This man and his going overboard shenanigans… It reminded you of that one time you told him you were craving something sweet, and he brought back a two-tier chocolate cake after disappearing for an hour.

“Can’t fucking believe you would go that far for—”

You didn’t finish that sentence. You wanted to say for me but obviously, it wasn’t for you. It was for a patron. A paying customer. 

Jisung examined your face for some time, downed his remaining drink, and extended his hand to you to get up. He gently pulled your chin towards his face and started kissing your chocolate-flavored lips, very unlike his usual M.O. He usually lived up to his ‘horny’ rep—everything was on the fast lane with him. Sloppy sometimes, but always lustful.

But that particular night, he was kissing you so slow and deep that you got scared. You knew there was no more room for you in his life than you already occupied, so you really really wished there was a ‘Stop falling in love’ button somewhere at the back of your head to smash it until it broke.

“Go crazy on me.”

Rather than ripping the clothes off of each other like you always did, you both took your sweet time this time around. You felt yourself melt in his mouth with every button of his shirt you loosened. He felt his temperature rising the lower he dragged the zipper of your dress. There was something in the air condensing dangerously, prompting that kiss to escalate to sucks on tongues, bites on lips, heavy breathing, silent exhales turning into soft moans, and wetness on skin. Passion distilled at least six times to reach its purest form. 

Jisung placed the harness of the strap around you and pulled you to bed with him before you could even begin to feel self-conscious. He carefully took out the plug that was stretching him open for who knows how long and spread his legs for you.

“Do whatever you want to me.”

You almost lost your mind over how eager he seemed to be for this. You grabbed the lube bottle on the nightstand to get him comfortably slippery and then began pushing inside with shallow, careful thrusts.

“Tell me something,” you asked as you worked him deeper, “Why do you keep stealing my underwear?”

Jisung closed his eyes with a demonic smile and licked his lips before answering.

“So that I can feel you on my tongue when I’m masturbating to you, why else?” he snapped his eyes open and stared right into your soul as his hands sneaked to your inner thighs to lightly caress them, “I’m gonna cum untouched to your taste one of these days.”

“Do you masturbate to me a lot?”

“All the time,” he sank his fingertips into your supple flesh, “I want you, baby. I want you so bad.”

Who wanted the other more was up for debate. Jisung hadn’t really done anything to you besides kissing you and touching you from the waist up, but you were aroused out of your mind with just the way he talked to you. As he kept egging you on like that, you began fucking him faster, and the one thing you kept replaying in your mind over and over again for the entire week actually started happening right before your eyes.

The same moans when he woke you up from your sleep. The same sharp hissing sound when he hit that spongy spot inside you. The same enthusiasm when he buried his face between your legs. The same excitement when you told him you were about to cum. 

He liked getting fucked by you.

“Oh, god, don’t stop. Harder. Fuck. Fuck!!!”

“No,” you instantly slowed your pace way down, “Not this fast.”

Who the fuck knew when the next time you could do this was going to be? Of course you were going to savor it. You wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and kissed him as he kept touching everywhere on your body he could put his hands on. You loved his muffled, impatient moans against your mouth.

“Please,” Jisung kept panting between the kisses he was drowning you in, “Please, don’t stop.”

“You like that?”

“I fucking love that,” he emphatically responded, “Touch me there.”

He guided your hand to his throbbing cock, rock-hard and leaking with his arousal. He was so sensitive to your touch that one light brush of your fingers against his skin and he let out a loud whimper.

“Please,” he started begging in earnest while wrapping your fingers around his girth, “Please, baby. Can’t you see how hard I am for you?”

You smiled. Jisung was expecting you to cave, but you pulled out instead. His frustration was painfully apparent from that deep groan he let out. You undid the harness and removed the dildo from the o-ring. He was anticipating your every move, waiting for you to show some mercy and push him over the edge to get him to his delicious release.

“What if I kept fucking you,” you slowly climbed up his body, “but your dick was down my throat?”

You saw that maniacal glint in Jisung’s eyes. He was moments away from snapping for good and unleashing the beast mode. You knew for a fact whatever he said he would do past that moment was not going to be pretend; he would actually do it.

“Sit on my face before I cuff you to this bed and make you cum till you pass the fuck out.”

He lifted you up from your arms to prompt you to do as he said, and you could do nothing but oblige. He pressed your hips down on his mouth and finally felt the taste he never stopped craving on his tongue again. Those warm, wet glides all over your pussy… They were fucking everything. 

As he kept getting you dripping wet between your legs, you lowered your body to take him in your mouth and started fucking him. The vibrations of his soundwaves worked better on you than your best vibrator. The more hungrily Jisung was licking all over your pussy with obscenely wet sounds, the further you took him down your throat. You started fucking him deeper and rolling your hips on his mouth for more friction. When he felt the frequent contractions against his tongue, he started lapping at your soaking wet cunt at full force, and you felt warm strings of his cum squirting in your mouth. Needless to say, this particular orgasm was going to make it to the top three of your bangers list.

The post-coital protocol of your visits to the club was pretty much the same. Pillow talk with Jisung, shooting the shit about whatever, showering together, you dressing back up again and leaving. This time around, when you started putting your clothes on, he started getting dressed with you.

“What are you doing?” you asked him in surprise.

“I’m coming with you.”

“Why?”

Jisung heaved a very annoyed sighed and facepalmed himself out of pure exasperation.

“Can’t fucking believe you’re gonna make me spell this out. You actually thought you were just extremely lucky to get an appointment here on goddamn Valentine’s Day?”

“I mean… Yeah?” you took a moment trying to decipher what he meant, “You guys are usually insanely booked, so I did consider it extremely lucky. How else would I be able t–?”

“ME!” Jisung threw his arms to the side and yelled impatiently, “It was ME! I’M the one who begged Chris to let me host you on Valentine’s Day.”

Oh, there was simply noooo fucking way in the universe…

“Shut up.”

“Yes.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! REALLY?” 

Miracles, huh? Did they really exist, or did they just appear in the form of Han Jisung every once in a while?

“And he was… okay with it?” you asked, eyes still wide open.

“He said it was getting painful to watch how obvious we were being.”

“What do you mean how obvious we’re v—”

“Everybody here reads your webtoon, baby.”

“You fucking BLABBED?!”

Oh, great, now you had multiple reasons to be mortified because why the fuck wouldn’t you?!

“Felix found it! Said he was looking for inspiration for content, whatever the fuck that means,” Jisung patiently explained, “I told him only after he did rounds with everybody and said the main character looks exactly like me.”

Who knew? If you handed a copy of your collected works to the other hosts here the first time you walked in, would your restlessness have ended sooner? Would you have had the guts to tell Jisung that you were actually falli—?

“But… You’re not supposed to…”

“I know,” he flashed one of his bright smiles to you and pulled you closer to him from your waist, “So? Can I take you out?”

“Good luck trying to find somewhere on, what was it, goddamn Valentine’s Day,” you scoffed with as much pettiness as you could squeeze into that sentence. Jisung wasn’t even fazed at your retort attempt.

“That’s really cute. We have a reservation at Chiara’s in half an hour.”

“How the fuck?! It’s 10 PM!”

“They know.”

You scanned him from head to toe with a dubious look, “How are you so sure I’m not gonna say no?”

“Then I’ll go get shitfaced by myself,” he uttered very matter-of-factly and shrugged, “But you’re not going to.”

“Just how would you kno–?”

“You like me,” he plastered that annoying shit-eating grin to his face again, “As in like me like me.”

You could actually feel your face burn like a fucking radiator and you had zero snark left in your pocket to hit him with. All you could produce was a bunch of incoherent sounds. Jisung took the matter into his own hands and ended the discussion right then and there.

“Now we’re gonna go and critique tonight’s performance over some drinks. If you tell me why you drew Peter getting pegged in this week’s episode, I’ll tell you the reason why I’m considering quitting.”

So the declaration that he wasn’t even slightly oblivious to how you were feeling about him was not the biggest shocker of the night, huh?

“You would… You would actually quit?” you hesitantly asked, scared to hear an actual answer.

Jisung pressed his lips against yours and kissed you for a long time in response.

“It’s only fair trade, baby, don’t you think?”

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GENRE ⭑ SMUT ! FLUFF ! ANGST !

warnings — mentions of cheating, alcohol, swearing.

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Teaser

"Are you telling me I'm blind? You saw the picture, Yeonjun. Are you going to try to tell me any different?" you weren't shouting, you sounded simply defeated, eyes puffy from crying. Ignoring your bleeding heart, you refused to shed any more tears. He flinched at your harsh words. You never called him that, it's only ever been 'Junnie'. But you had to be harsh. If you didn't put up this cold façade you would fall into pieces on the floor, unable to pick yourself up.

xxx

He couldn't answer, it was true. Horrified, he watched you zip up your black duffel that you had hastily packed with some of your belongings.

"That's what I thought.", you laughed in disbelief, grabbing the bag off the bed you shared with him for the past year of your three long years together. He followed you out of the bedroom, trying to stammer out some sort of rebuttal.

"I was black-out drunk, y/n. I don't even fucking remember it! Okay, look, I know that's not an excuse. I fucked up. Please, baby, let's talk through this. I can't lose you..", he darted past you trying to keep you from getting any closer to that front door. If you reached the door... he didn't even want to think about the end of "us".

"Don't you dare call me 'baby'! You should have thought of that before putting yourself in a situation where you ended up plowing some bitch the moment she came onto you!", you sighed, you had let yourself get worked up again. It was laughable, about the most cliche thing you'd ever heard. Who hasn't been drunkenly cheated on? Taken aback, by the entirety of it, you never thought this would happen to you. Yeonjun wasn't perfect, yet you could have easily said he'd never cheat before today.

"Yeonjun, even if I stayed. How am I supposed to forgive you? How am I supposed to forget? These hickies on your neck? I didn't make them, someone else did. The humiliation I'll face if I stay with you? I love you, Yeonjun, but I can't. Taehyun will be here for my things.", you stepped around him, not meeting his eyes. You didn't need to, you could hear his crying loud and clear.

"Y/n, please. You don't need to send your brother, you can just... please. I'm begging you..", you heard the thud of his knees as they hit the floor and you halted in your place. Because you would never forget, you couldn't turn around. Because you would never forget, you couldn't look at him. It takes everything not to give in, holding back your own dejected tears.

The notification of a new message; a photo. Tranquil, you slid the lock across your phone screen on the new notification bar. Heart in your throat as you took in the image, your mind was cracking at the edges. Surely it wasn't real. How could it not be? The dumb bitch sent you a selfie of your one and only Yeonjun laying naked, passed out on her bare chest. Hickies adorned over both of them. It was indisputable. She finally got what she wanted.

For the past year, after she transferred in her third year of university, she had her eye on your boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. It wasn't that she liked him. It has been irrefutable that THE Choi Yeonjun was far out of her grasp and she was the type to want something she couldn't have. Something you thought she couldn't have. Somehow, merely one frat party was all it took for her to pulverize everything. The dreadful remembrance overcame the wall that had barely begun to form around your heart. Bitterly, you laughed as your ceaseless tears fell to the floor with each step, leaving everything behind you.

A few somber months passed. Though it took two separate invitations and rejections, you were invited out for coffee with Yeonjun's "ex" best friend, Soobin. Needless to say, you had gotten to know the timid giant over the past few years and still held a good amount of trust in him. It was wrong to punish him for something he had no involvement in: he didn't gain any knowledge on what happened until after you had left. Soobin had been a good friend to you and it was just coffee.

As kind and gentle as ever, he paid for your drinks and pastries, bringing them to a table in the less populated area of the café. Somehow the meek bunny of a man easily drew out laughter and endless chatter from your battered heart. This was the most you've spoken since before.

Halfway through your chocolate-filled croissant, A broad figure stopped at your table, trapping you in.

You'd recognize your ex-boyfriend of three years anywhere. For lack of better words, he looked terrible. Purple dark circles grimly signified just how little he was sleeping. His cheeks had little color and seemed hollowed. He had lost so much weight, anyone else wouldn't have recognized him. You ignored the pang in your chest and the care you felt for him as a wave of furious anger boiled from inside.

"Soobin, what in the actual fuck?! Are you fucking kidding me??!", you scowled at the bunny you had defended in your head.

"No, y/n, don't blame him. I made him do this. Please, I just want to talk.", Yeonjun quickly intervened, preventing you from any further tearing into Soobin, who squinted his eyes shut tightly to brace himself for your rage.

"Get out of my way, I'm leaving." You stood, just about chest to chest with the man who had been the love of your life, looking up at him as if you were deciding whether to slap him or just decapitate him. He felt, either way, he deserved it.

"Please, give me 20 minutes, if after that you don't want to see me ever again I will respect your wishes.", Yeonjun pleaded, you could vaguely see the tears starting to pool, glossing over his eyes deep brown eyes that had lost nearly all their color.

"You have 15.", you hugged and sat back down in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. Soobin took that as his queue to get out of dodge, bowing in apology before scurrying away so Yeonjun could take his seat.

"I've missed you so much, y/n.", he spoke almost in a whisper. You opened your mouth to cut him off but he quickly interjected, voice soft as ever.

"Please, for now, just listen?", he looked at you through his lashes, eyelids, all of him fatigued from fighting each passing day. Nodding, you agreed, avoiding eye contact so you didn't have to feel guilty, seeing how ruined he was. You could see his fingers playing with each other from the corner of your eye as he fidgeted nervously.

"I know what I did was so incredibly fucked up and I would spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. But you're my other half, I need you.

You don't have to accept right now, I'll give you as much time as you need. I'll never stop waiting for you. I beg you to think about it, y/n. Give us another chance. We can start over, yea? We had over three incredible years together and I fucked it up after I let myself have too much to drink. I will never allow myself to be in a situation like that ever again. I know I don't deserve another chance, yet here I am being selfish. Dragging my friends down with me just to get my sorry ass another shot with the best thing that ever happened to me." He grew silent, gaze caught on the table, tears incessantly streaming down his face.

Your heart throbbed. Never had you stopped loving him. However, while it had healed some, you still had an open wound on your heart that just wouldn't go away. Looking at the broken man in front of you, you yearned to tell him then and there that you felt the same. You may not look it but life without him wasn't life at all.

Thanks to the benevolence of your brother, Taehyun, and your best friend, Beomgyu, you had survived. Even so, there wasn't a day that went by without even the most minute thing reminding you of your lost soulmate.

Maybe the time apart was what you needed to be able to try again. If you were being honest, if he had come to you a week earlier, even. You would have still been too hurt to consider.

However, this was now. In life, you only get one soulmate and he was yours. You retrieved your phone from your purse, pulling up his contact and unblocking him.

He looked absolutely baffled as you typed at your phone for a moment without answering. Was there something on that phone that was more important? He lowered his head once more, heart laying in pieces once again after he had collected each scattered piece to bear to you only minutes ago.

The time you stopped typing matched with the ding he received on his phone, the only reason he'd have pulled it out at a time like this. He sniffled, wiping his nose on the back of his wrist, and pulled out his phone to see you had texted him.

"I need a little more time, Junnie.", read the text. Unable to ignore the flutter of hope in his heart, a faint blush appeared over his cheeks, barely distinguishable from the redness that was already there due to his crying session not long ago.

"I understand." He nodded and wiped away the rest of his tears, caring very little at the few stares they were still receiving. He stood and fixed himself up a bit before turning around to leave. Maybe it was too early to have hope but if space was what you needed to be able to possibly make that decision, by god he'd give it to you.

"Junnie?", the desperation in your voice caught his ears and he swiftly turned back around, the gnawing at his heart almost agonizing as he heard you say his name, his nickname.

In the spur of the moment, no longer holding back from the feelings you tried so hard to hide, you threw yourself into your ex-lover's arms. he stumbled back, stunned by the sudden impact, feeling his body tense as you enclose your arms around his middle. the feeling of your body against his a familiar and welcome embrace but one he had not felt in months. Still, it wasn't long until his body relaxed, heart softening and his own arms naturally wrapping around you tightly, not ever wanting to let go.

Yeonjun, to your surprise, was the first to pull away. It was nearly too much for him, fresh tears pouring from his eyes. You blinked back your own tears, taking a step back, your eyes falling to the floor. Embarrassed, you tried to collect your composure but ended up standing there, rubbing your arm awkwardly.

"I'll give you as much time as you need, y/n", he nodded voice coming out broken before backing away gradually, turning on his heel and leaving through the café door, it ringing before he disappeared from your sights.

It took you exactly a week to call him. Only because Beomgyu and Taehyun refused to let you call him that very same night. They were less ready to forgive him than you were and they didn't understand that at first. Watching you experience that heartbreak firsthand, it would take a lot longer to gain their trust back.

"Take me on a date." You had said when he picked up the phone. It was hard to hold back your laughter after hearing the panicked tone in his voice as he said your name, wanting to make sure you had meant to call him. 'Endearing' is the word you would always use to describe him, and it still stuck, even now.

You turned into teenagers in love again. Going on dates until late at night, taking a million silly couples photos for Instagram, getting nervous at each touch of each other's hands and standing at the door when he dropped you off each time, not wanting the night to end. Part of you felt you shouldn't give in so easily, but it seemed like it would be so easy to pick up right where you left off. It wasn't as hard to forgive him and regain trust with one another than you thought it would be.

Eventually, you were letting him pick you up after class again, all was going fine and well until a certain girl took notice.

"I heard you and Junnie are back together, you don't deserve someone as delicious as him." the girl spat, cornering you into the wall next to the girl's bathroom; which you had just exited a few moments ago.

"And you do?" you said back, although it ended up coming out less harsh than you had hoped for.

"Pfft pathetic, do you really think he cares for you ?! When he so easily gave in to his desires and fucked me at the first chance he got?", knowing exactly the right words to get on your nerves. You felt a sharp needle pierce straight through your heart. But you had no time to worry about that, only needing a way to get out. 'Where is he..' you thought, Yeonjun had walked you to the bathroom, so he shouldn't be that far away?

She hadn't taken that into account; wherever you were, Yeonjun was not far behind. Her back blocking your view, you didn't notice that your savior was already coming down the corridor, it didn't take long for him to speed up his pace once he saw what was going on.

"I wouldn't call that desire but a mistake.", he tapped the girl's shoulder politely. When she snapped around, hearing the new voice entering the space, he gave her the biggest, most insincere smile he could muster along with a wave of his hand as rage started bubbling deep inside him.

"See, I can only imagine what fuckery you're spouting to my baby, but I didn't think you'd have the guts to come around after you jumped my bones while I was intoxicated, knowing it was the only way you could ever get to me after all the times I've turned you down.", the man waved his hands around in exasperation. Only then did his sarcastic smile fall.

"I don't deserve to be with HER. And YOU don't deserve to be in her presence so I'd like you to take whatever ever bitchy bullshit agenda you have and crawl back into whatever disgusting hole you came out of like the naked mole-rat that you are. You have nothing on her. Come on, y/n", he wrapped an arm over your shoulder, His glare livid as a supervolcano about to erupt, his actions unpredictable, any wrong move, and he could blow up and take the world out with him. He was pissed. at her. And most importantly at himself. She was a reminder of what he did, what he allowed to happen, that ultimately ruptured your relationship.

"I'm sorry she's still bothering you. I can promise you that she'll have nothing to do with us ever again.", he lowered his arm after turning the corner, praying he didn't make you uncomfortable. Consequently, you were still a little shaken, only nodding in response. He slowed his pace, giving you a moment to ground yourself.

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?", he rubbed both his sweaty palms against his dark-wash jeans anticipating your answer. Appreciating how he cared enough to ask, you nodded and held out your hand so he could intertwine his fingers with yours.

The interaction made anxiety burst out of your chest, moving hastily throughout the whole of your body, only settled by the way Yeonjun stood up for you; like he always had. a reminder that he always loved you, back then and now. He could be a ruinous wildfire to the world, but for you, a soft, warm breeze passing through a meadow filled with flowers of blues and pinks, a trickle of cool brook a delightful sound to your own ears, a safe place for you and your heart.

Both of you itched as you awaited your fourth date, he picked you up after your last class of the day, whisking you away in a taxi to the little mom and pop restaurant that had been both yours and Yeonjun's favorite all that time you lived together.

A fleeting thought; you remembered how the apartment you shared so many memories in was only minutes away. You stayed late talking to the owner, and Yeonjun denied a drink when offered a complimentary soju bottle. He didn't drink anymore. By the time the two of you were leaving, scattered drops of rain grew into a steady downpour.

"Do you remember the first time I said 'I love you?", he turned to you as you looked out into the heavy sheets of rain, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and letting out a soft chuckle.

Unintentionally, he had blurted it out first. He didn't know when he started feeling that way but now, for weeks, every time you spoke he could feel the words on the tip of his tongue.

Five months into your relationship, he walked you home from a much-needed, stress-relieving evening out.

Haplessly, it had started raining. Your brother's place was in running distance, but it started pouring so abruptly. There was no choice but to take shelter underneath (something). Howbeit, you still ended up soaked from head to toe, feet squishing in your shoes, marinated in rainwater.

Through laughter, chaste kisses, and shared eye contact, he drank in every little feature of your face and it slipped.

You nodded, reminiscing along with him for a moment, the sugary taste of nostalgia coated your mind until you noticed the distance closing between you and the 181.5 cm, fox-eyed man. The curve of his plush lips continuously held your attention and he took notice.

"Can I kiss you?", he whispered softly, if it hadn't been for his face merely inches from yours, you might have missed it. Another nod was all he needed to take your lips in his own in the tenderest of embraces. A quiet sob escaped your lips but he took it all for you, tears now falling like raindrops on stained glass, mixing with his. Callused thumb gently brushing away a freshly rolled set of tears, whilst he brought his other hand to the side of your face to cup your right cheek.

And with that, you gave in. Letting him take you home. His hands were gentle, treating you as if you were the most delicate bubble ever blown. Any harsh moves and you would pop in front of him at any second. So you kissed him harder, showing him you were okay, that you wouldn't break.

After not being intimate in months you were completely parched, you thirsted for his love, his touch, more than ever much like the dry valleys of Antarctica thirsted for a single drop of water, kept from them for nearly 2 million years. Yet, he was still timid, removing your drenched clothes piece by piece and lowering you back onto the bed you once shared. Admiring you as if you were a hand-painted portrait, he took his time leaving the lightest kisses on every inch of your body. Flowering them all over your collarbones, and trailing softly down the valley of your chest, only stopping at your tummy to press his forehead against it.

"You are so goddam beautiful, my love" he murmured into your body. He was finally feeling your skin again. If he thought about it anymore he'd surely cry, and now wasn't the time for that so he made his way further down past your hips, ghosting a kiss over your heat. His breath made you shiver, made all the thoughts you once had disappear, replaced by overwhelming need. Was he seriously teasing you right now?

"Junnie, please.", not caring how needy you sounded, you pleaded with him, needing to feel him, taste him, smell him, breathe him.

The sound of desperation in your voice, all for him, finally sent him over. Gentleness shrunk away, as he pulled you by your thighs to the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the hard floor, he threw your legs over his shoulders, diving hungrily into your wetness. Looking up at you with piercing eyes as he licked voraciously at your swollen clit, lapping up your dripping cunt. He loved tasting you but he never seemed this desperate to take you in the taste of your arousal before now. Your hands found their way into his hair gripping tightly as he sucked and licked at your cunt.

"J-junnie. Want you inside...", whining, you failed to push his head away, not wanting to wait another minute.

He moaned into your wetness kissing your pulsing clit before pulling away. His hand moved, thumb gathering your slick and rubbing it over your clit at a frustratingly slow pace, your eyes glossy as you quivered. Your head fell back, wet hair fanning over the sheets.

"You want me, baby? What do you say??" He spoke in a low alluring tone, his voice teasing you like sweet honey, licking your lips, you craved for him.

"Yeonieee, please...", he stood, wordlessly stripping himself of his underwear, his hard dick slapping against his stomach. He pulled you closer with one arm, his other hand taking his cock and pressing his head to your slit, pushing it up and down to coat it in your arousal, making you whine. Leaning down he placed wet open-mouthed kisses from your jaw down to your neck, leaving you completely breathless.

"Good girl." He whispered, as he slowly pushed himself into you until you met his hips, the both of you moaning in pleasure. Filling you up nicely, you could feel his cock touching the sides of your inner walls, you moan as you shut your eyes tightly, even now you still weren't used to his size. He started slow, rocking his hips into you, allowing your body to accommodate him, and watching as his cock disappears inside you and returns coated in your slick. Reveling in your warm tightness wrapped around him so nicely, he put one hand in your hair, leaning down to kiss you deeply.

Kissing back passionately, his lips tasted of cherry, oh how you missed these heated moments where nothing else in the world mattered apart from how he was making you feel. Breaking away the kiss, "Ahh... J-junnie." you felt around frantically for one of his hands, him taking it into his own, and intertwining your fingers. While leaning his body over you, pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his neck in an attempt to feel his body even closer. 

"Junnie... please." his low thrusts coming to a halt. 

"Please, what, baby girl?" he asked, teasing you. "Please fuck me" and that's all he needed to hear from you, "Anything for you, baby." moaning against your neck, as he slid his cock out, the tip brushing against your g-spot, before pushing in again. Building up pace little by little, you could feel him twitch inside you.

He slid his cock out, the tip brushing against your g-spot, before pushing in again, taking his time to fuck you slowly, building up a pace little by little. Reveling in your warm tightness wrapped around him so nicely, he put one hand in your hair, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You turned your head slightly to pull away.

"Junnie, please go faster." You begged, he smirked at your desperate pleas, more than happy to comply. He followed your request, snapping his hips into you roughly, slamming past your g-spot and into your cervix repeatedly. Making you cry out, you were seeing white.

"So deep..." you whimpered. He growled in response, leaning back, gripping both of your hips tightly letting his nails dig into your skin as he pulled you to meet each uneven thrust. Skin slapping wetly as he fucked you harder, you dragged your nails down his biceps making him hiss out lightly.

"Baby, you feel so.... so fucking good. I love you....love you so much." He groaned, running his hand up your body and firmly grasping your breast as his gaze full of fervor locked with yours,  "so beautiful..."

"L-love you, Junnie. Love you... gonna cum. Junnie I'm gonna cum."

He reached to rub over your clit, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moaned loudly.

"That's a good girl. Cum on my cock, baby." He could feel you cumming around him, squeezing him tightly.

Rubbing your thigh softly, he rutted into you with jagged thrusts as he came deep inside, cum spilling out onto the sheets with each slowing thrust. He leaned over you, head falling into the crook of your neck.  Both of you breathed heavily, coming down from euphoria. This bliss with him was saccharine, it was healing. He was healing.

He stood, grabbing his discarded shirt, and started to work on cleaning you up. His touch was gentle once again as he wanted nothing more but to cherish you.

"Stay tonight?", he asked still a little breathless, only making fleeting eye contact as he tried to hide how badly he hoped for a yes to pass your lips.

"Yeah... I'll stay."

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 — banner made for “I’ll Stay” by @kuroppiz all rights reserved to them. "I'll stay" written by myself, do not copy, repost, translate, or moderate any of my works. Editor; @kuroppiz I sincerely couldn’t have done this without you, babe! I love you and your amazing brain!

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Wowwiieeee. I don't think I've ever been so infatuated with a story like this. I have never been one for fantasy or bxb smut but this is just so beautifully written. Your takes on humanity are so true and the way you spin it into this faerie fantasy web has me kicking my feet and giggling like an idiot. You are so genius. Ugh. Love love love. And the forget me nots flowers being the only ones left. Stop i wanted to cry. Maybe i did but shut up no i didn't

a trick of the light (chan/felix)

Chan wanders into a faerie ring during a hike. He is taken and enslaved by the faeries, and though he’s furious and dreams of escape, he can’t deny that the king catches his eye. But Chan shouldn’t want the very person holding him prisoner, should he? And regardless, King Felix couldn’t possibly be interested in a mere human.

Characters: Chan, Felix, Hyunjin, Jeongin, Minho

Genre: oneshot, smut, fae!au, faerie!felix/human!chan, falling in love

Warnings: it’s not dub-con per se (everyone wants everything that happens in sexual and romantic scenes) but there are some tricky elements. there is the question of the influence of magic, as well as the nature of any relationship between a captor and those they hold captive.

Rating: Explicit

Length: 25k

It takes five days, Chan is later told, of keeping him on sedatives, before he doesn’t resist. Everyone says they’re glad the delirium cleared, that he was able to fight through it and recover.

“Malnourishment and dehydration do terrible things to the brain,” the doctor tells him. “But typically the confusion dissipates once your body is no longer so exhausted.”

“I knew you were crazy, but not that crazy,” his little sister says, rolling her eyes, when she’s allowed in to visit. 

Chan lets her hug him. He lets his family believe it was just a momentary lapse—delusion brought on by exposure to the elements, just as the doctors say. That he stopped fighting because he stopped believing it. 

The truth is, he’s not sure what to believe anymore. He knows how it sounds; he saw the terror in his mother’s eyes when he tried to explain everything that happened, when he tried to make them understand as the nurses pinned him down and stuck him with drugs that put him under, that made him slow and weak so he couldn’t so much as lift a finger. And they’re right—it is crazy. But he can’t accept that it was just a hallucination, or a particularly vivid dream his starving brain had conjured up when he lay dying in the woods. 

It had felt so real. 

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I THINK MUSCLES ARE GROSS BUT HIS ARE SO ATTRACTIVE WTF HELP😩

BOXER!TAEHYUN SMUT RECS

boxer - @tmrwxtg

I cant believe this was your first full fic! Its amazing seriously, I really enjoyed this! please keep it up! 🤍

ꕤ"what if i did?"ꕤ - @pr0dbeomgyu

rlly loved this! dont say ur bad at writing one shots, this was hott 😳 the choking- i’m not the only sucker for tyuns hands i see 👀🤍

ask- @bangchanswolfpelt

now idk if i count this as a one shot or a drabble but this,,,, 👀 and they came up with that on the spot??? bc of an ask? if you like boxer!tyun which this post is all abt,, and like a little bit of angry spice👀 this is a must read!

— weak for you (m) - @cupidchois

His hands are cradling you like you’re the most precious thing he has ever held in his life. “We can talk about this when you are ready, okay? You look overwhelmed and tired.”GOODNESS I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE! OMG. This One-Shot is like 11k too?? AND THE CONSENT? THE TENSION BUT ALSO THE CHEMISTRY??? ABSOLUTE BUTTERFLYS! And lemme tell you this is not only fluffy and a little angsty,,, the smut is jawdropping! I loved this I really did!

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When Jun convinces you to let him fuck you Infront of your best friends</3 !twt prn lnk!

Hello please reblog this if you're okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

This series pained me and brought me immense joy at the exact same time because I know I'll never read anything like this again. The way you know exactly what you're writing about makes it so wonderful to read. I felt so many emotions reading this but I'm so glad I took 3 hours out if my sleep schedule to. Just wow I'm so blown away by how confident your writing feels. Everything about this is perfect. Flawless ❤️

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“Maybe I don’t believe in soulmates, prince.”

Chapter 6: Have We Met Before? (Reprise)

[Series Finale]

🚨 Angst, alcohol consumption, themes of emotional manipulation, narcissism, revenge and retaliation, emotional turmoil, microscopic dom/sub elements, unprotected sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, facesitting, temperature play/ice play, creampie, cumplay/cum eating, squirting

Taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @lolalee24 ; @choxcosmos ; @ughbehavior ; @anotherpinkpanda ; @mochaquokka ; @svintsandghosts

I STRONGLY urge you to loop this song in the background while reading this chapter.

“Can you get the door, baby girl?”

It was finally the first day of the spring break and everybody you knew was fucking spent because of the exam stress. Chris made it a habit to organize an annual party at his place to blow off some steam and it always ended up having hilarious stories somewhere along the way. God knows you were in dire need to unwind yourself. The guests were arriving in groups and it already looked like Chris’ entire building was in his living room because, hello, if Chris Bang was throwing a party you’d better goddamn cancel your entire life plans to be there. You made your way to the door.

You knew these girls, but you hadn’t officially met before. If you blurted out their names, it was totally going to come across as stalkerish, so you managed to pump the emergency breaks and assumed the pleasant host role.

“Welcome! Very nice meeting you, I’m Y/N.”

“Hey there, Y/N! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Excuse me?” you smiled in surprise.

“It feels like we know you already. I’m Ryujin, by the way, and this is Chaeryeong.”

“Please, call me Chae!” she chirped, “Oh, and DON’T close the door yet, please.”

Someone else on the outside stopped the door from closing at the last second and held onto the door frame, panting.

“Made it. I fucking made it. Hey, beautiful!”

“No fucking way…”

The prince. Looking all normal and shit. At Chris’ doorstep. Super out of breath like he ran a mile. In the flesh. It had been quite a while since the last you had heard about him and got worried sick in the meantime. And now he had the fucking audacity to just show up and ‘Hey, beautiful’ you like nothing happened?

Like nothing fucking HAPPENED?

You took a step towards him and your utterly calm voice was terrifying.

“You…”

“I’m so sorry, I w-”

One more step and you nudged him on the chest, pushing him back to the hallway and slowly closing the door behind you.

“You… fucking idiot.”

“I- I can-”

One more step.

“Do you have any idea…?”

One more.

“...about the fucking concern you caused me?”

“Beautiful, I’m so s-”

One more step.

“You… absolute fucking dipshit.”

One more.

“I couldn’t fucking SLEEP because of you.”

One more.

“Now you just show up here…”

One more.

“And you say hey?”

One last push.

“YOU SAY FUCKING H-?!”

You couldn’t even finish that sentence.

Hyunjin attacked your face with aggressive kisses like he was trying to quench his thirst. So needy, so full of yearning, so full of lust. So full of him. Like he was trying to pacify you. Not until you felt his familiar texture on your skin did you realize how much you missed him. 

“God, I missed you so fucking much, beautiful.”

There were a lot of things that needed to be answered, but priorities mattered. His vanilla scent came first. His plush lips came first. Burning yourself on his skin came first. You let each other be consumed for quite some time out on that hallway before getting a grip and heading inside, completely forgetting what you were supposed to talk about. Hyunjin had his hand on the small of your back, and now that you completed the attendance check, Chris welcomed the guests from the kitchen island:

“Ladies, gentlemen, and esteemed non-binary folk, welcome to the annual Shitfaced Break Olympics™ because FUCK midterms!”

“FUCK MIDTERMS!!!!!” the crowd roared in response.

While coming back from Sydney last summer, Chris brought back a game that looked like the raunchiest version of Cranium that ever existed a.k.a the main tournament event for this year’s olympics. It was basically a drinking board game intended for eight people maximum for one round, and it involved a bunch of truth or dare prompts. The game did not give you the option to pick a category; whatever you landed on, you had to do it. The punishment of the game was the gigantic glass with measurement lines in the middle of the board: with each dice roll, everybody had to pour 5 ml of whatever they were drinking into the glass. Either when somebody failed to fulfill a prompt, or when the glass was full - whichever happened first - you had to drink that spawn of satan cocktail. If you couldn’t do it, your team lost the game. Your tournament parties involved you, Chris, his brother Felix, and Jeongyeon versus Ryujin, Chae, Hyunjin, and their friend Jisung. You were a little uncomfortable with Chae and Ryujin there considering the circumstances but did your utmost best to loosen up.

Jisung picked a card for Jeongyeon, “Name of your first head?”

“Giving or receiving?”

“Giving,” Jisung smirked.

“Uh- Whatshisname.”

“BITCH, drink!”

“But I DON’T remember his name!”

“DRINK, DRINK, DRINK!”

With cheers accompanying her, Jeongyeon’s face automatically contorted the second her tongue touched that blasphemy in the glass, “I fucking HATE y’all!”

You picked a card for Jisung, “Take off your shirt for the rest of the game.”

“Gladly,” Jisung declared and a collective oohing raised from the entire room when he flashed those biceps.

“Jesus fuck, man, your waist is like nonexistent, how the FUCK?” Felix’s jaw dropped upon seeing Jisung’s bare upper body.

“Feel free to cop a feel of the Jaist anytime,” Jisung winked and Felix legit reached out to touch him.

“GODDAMN Lix, I didn’t call you here to get corrupted!” Chris yelled.

“Too late for that, bRAH.”

Among that unison laughter, Ryujin picked a card for you, “Let the person sitting 45 degrees to the right from you touch your boobs. Under the shirt,” and she immediately placed the card in the middle of the deck.

You cocked a brow, “It really says that?”

“Yes,” Ryujin responded with a knowing smile, “Either do it, or drink. The floor is yours, Hyun.”

Hyunjin got up to get closer to you. The second you reached the hem of your shirt to pull it up, however, he grabbed your hand to stop you and pulled you in from your nape for a kiss. The entire table broke into an applause.

“A fine gentleman, indeed,” said Chris. “Now drink, you motherfucker.”

“No regrets,” Hyunjin responded and raised the glass towards you before downing it. While he was struggling to do that, Chris picked a card for him.

“The name of your most recent ex?”

Hyunjin put the glass where it belonged and answered towards Chris’ direction.

“Yeji.”

It was apparent that everyone in that table was completely flabbergasted by this declaration. Except Chae and Ryujin.

They broke up? They actually broke up?

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

Hyunjin was sitting down in Yeji’s kitchen in silence for the past half an hour or so. Yeji’s sister let him in and left upon Hyunjin’s polite request that he needed to be alone with Yeji.

“Wanted to chat a little. Coffee?” Hyunjin pointed at the fresh pot he brewed.

“Sure. Before that though,” Yeji flashed a little vial with white powdery substance in it, put it in Hyunjin’s chest pocket, and placed a kiss on his head, “happy belated birthday, handsome. I’ll be right back.”

After Yeji came back in changed clothes, it was their usual empty chitchat as if they actually cared about each other. How school was, what their folks were doing, were they going to attend that dinner on the weekend et cetera et cetera. Everything was fine. Until Hyunjin made his declaration.

“It’d be ideal if you looked for a date for the weekend because I won’t be taking you.”

“Party somewhere?” Yeji took a sip from her mug.

“No. I came here today to break up.”

Yeji’s shock was momentary. She broke into a hysterical laugh once her brain registered what came out of Hyunjin’s mouth. She found that so hilarious that she was slapping her own thighs at one point.

“Good one, Hyun. Absolutely not.”

“Look at my face and tell me if I look like I’m trying to be funny, Yeji.”

Yeji wiped the tears from her eyes and examined Hyunjin’s face. His expressionless, stoic face.

“If you think there’s not gonna be any repercussions after this, you’re fucking mistaken.”

Hyunjin calmly finished his coffee and got up to his feet, “I’m not asking for your permission. I’m telling you. We’re through.”

Then he left leaving Yeji utterly speechless. This was the first time he misbehaved after all those years.

It was only a couple of days later, though, Hyunjin found himself storming back in through Yeji’s front door. Fuming. Completely out of control. Like he was about to go on a fucking rampage.

“Missed me already?”

Hyunjin slammed the door behind him and glared at Yeji with all the menace he could possibly emit from his eyes.

“You fucking know I’m on prescription drugs. Why did you do it?”

“And? Don’t you think your father has a right to know what his precious son is doing with his life?”

Hyunjin landed a punch on the wall, almost breaking the surface in.

“Not that it’s ANY of your business, but if I’m NOT telling my OWN fucking family something, maybe it’s because I don’t wanna GODDAMN worry them. WHAT KIND OF AN EXPLANATION IS ‘YOUR SON IS ON DRUGS, I THOUGHT YOU SHOUD KNOW’??????”

Yeji broke into a satisfied smile as Hyunjin was angrily pacing in the room trying his utmost best to control himself.

“I know you think you’re all that and you’re the queen but there are lines that should never be crossed, Yeji.”

“If I’m the queen, that makes you the king. You ever thought of that?” she responded calmly. Hyunjin stopped dead in his tracks.

“Maybe I’d like to be a prince instead. If you ever fucking asked me what I wanted, you would goddamn know.”

“What the fuck has gotten into you?”

Hyunjin took quick steps towards her direction and pointed his index finger towards her.

“I’m trying really hard to be able to live with myself and do something fucking right for once. Stay away from me.”

Yeji immediately grabbed Hyunjin by the arm when he attempted to leave, “You belong to me, Hyunjin.”

“Really?” he turned around, completely outraged, “Fucking enlighten me, please.”

“It’s always been us!” Yeji yelled. “You wanna go have fun on your own? Fine, I’m not stopping you. I’ve never stopped you and I’m not about to. But at the end of the day, this is where you’re supposed to come back. You know it is.”

Hyunjin couldn’t believe it when the realization hit him. All this time he could have done it without getting blood on his hands but fucking cholera vision… He wasn’t about to lie: once you lovingly cut through his scars to force all the venom and puss to leave his body, he did experience side effects first. Hyunjin just wasn’t aware of how addictions worked. Everything was about to be okay if he could endure the initial withdrawal. 

He just didn’t wanna live like this anymore.

And this was about to get ugly.

“You didn’t even say we belong together.”

The usually intrepid Hwang Yeji was getting all flustered and it showed.

“You know what I mean, Hyun.”

“You did it once before. What’s stopping you from letting me go this time?”

Yeji looked at Hyunjin’s face to throw some snark, but she actually wished he would interject so that she didn’t have to think. Words were spectacularly failing her. Hyunjin took a step towards her.

“Because you know I’m calling your bluff.”

One more step.

“Because you know that I know better now.”

One more.

“Because deep down you know I’m not gonna come back this time around.”

And one more.

“Because you know that it finally fucking hit me that belongingness is not equal to ownership.”

“Hyunjin, look-”

“I deserve to be loved too, Yeji. Did that ever occur to you?”

Yeji was frustrated at this point, “But I do love you!”

“NO, YOU DON'T!” Hyunjin exclaimed. “YOU love the guy who plays mind games with people and fucking wins. You LOVE it when people yearn for the shiny thing in the room and you love how they fucking CRUMBLE when you show off that it’s yours. You get off on rubbing it on people’s faces that they CAN’T have it. Insert anybody else, anything else in the equation and it would still equal to the same goddamn thing. I’m just a proxy for you.”

There was an unfamiliar expression on Hyunjin’s face. It looked like a bizarre metamorphosis of anger into sadness.

“Maybe it’s not the fact that I need to be loved although I’m fucked in the head.”

Hyunjin took a deep breath mixed with a sob before he continued.

“Maybe I need to be loved because of it. Let go.”

“No.”

“I said let go.”

Hyunjin hadn’t calculated anything beforehand the day he wanted to cut this weird tether he had to Yeji. He just wanted to simply punctuate everything with a full stop, but Yeji was insisting on replacing every single attempt with semicolons and ellipses, which meant peace was not an option and she wanted problems. It would be fine and it would be a fair fight if it was just the two of them, but dragging his father into all this?

Hwang Hyunjin finally fucking snapped.

“Listen to me and listen to me well. I’m only going to say it once,” he spoke in the only language she seemed to have a proficiency in.

“As we both know, I know the actual reason why you’re not strutting your stuff on the digital realm even though you’re dying to. I know it fucking kills you. There’s nothing… absolutely nothing stopping me from letting a little bird tell on the kind of shit your father runs in his business. But as I’ve clearly said before, there are lines that are never meant to be crossed. That being said, if you insist on what you absolutely should not, I will not hesitate to ruin your fucking  life. You’ve known me all these years and you know me too damn well to be able to tell when I pass the limits of bluffing.”

Yeji froze. As much as she would like to delude herself into thinking otherwise, Hyunjin was dead serious.

“Try me, I fucking dare you. See if it will be worth it.”

Hyunjin walked towards the front door to never come back again. It didn’t have to be this way. It could have been much more amicable, much less violent. Instead of being seen off, he heard one last complaint from Yeji.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you haven’t called me beautiful in months.”

Hyunjin shrugged in response before letting himself out of that house for good, “Maybe you’re just not that beautiful.”

Towards the end of the night, you walked out the balcony to get some fresh air. All this time you had this one desire that was buried kilometers under your soul, but you had convinced yourself it was nothing more than mere wishful thinking. Although it presented itself in corporal form, threatening you that you could indeed have it, you were dead scared. None of it felt real.

“Room for some friends?”

Ryujin and Chaeryeong let themselves out on the balcony while you nodded. Chae placed her hand on your shoulder gently.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you creased your brows like you felt a headache coming on, “That was just um… A lot to process.”

“But it’s true,” Ryujin smiled. “I know you’re looking for something suspicious somewhere, but no one’s trying to set you up.”

“Even a guy like him deserves happiness if he’s that willing to turn things around, you know,” Chae tilted her head to look at you, “God knows he’s paying his dues.”

“Make no mistake, with massive number of installments yet to be fulfilled,” Ryujin highfived Chae, and the gesture made you chuckle.

You couldn’t believe how... nice these girls were being. The complete opposite of that scathing first encounter with The Prince and The Charmer.

“I’m so sorry. It’s just-” you stuttered, “Because of Hyunjin and Minho- I thought- I thought you would-“

“Also have egos the size of Mount Everest? Hard pass, girl.”

“HOW ARE YOU THIS SWEET AND STILL FRIENDS WITH THEM?”

The girls heartily laughed at your unfiltered exclamation, and Ryujin responded, “To each his own. Their life choices don't erase the memories we have shared together. We just abstain from the intense drama whenever we can, that’s all. It doesn’t change the fact that we truly want them to be happy.”

“And Hyun will be if you’re willing to indulge him,” Chae placed the stray hair clinging to your cheek behind your ear, “All I’m gonna say is maybe you shouldn’t think of this as being his new Yeji. It’s just being his Y/N. Something to think about.”

You wanted to say so much but the fear of sounding infinitely nonsensical was there. You replied with a smile instead and you three made your way back inside. You sat down on the floor in front of the couch where Hyunjin and Chris were talking.

“...so yeah, it’s tense in the Hwang household nowadays,” Hyunjin told him. Chris threw his arm around Hyunjin and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Why don’t you crash here for a couple of days, Hyun? I have a spare room.”

Hyunjin’s eyes darted at you upon the offer, but there wasn’t even the insinuation of something lewd in his gaze. He just looked at you like a puppy.

“I um- I have a favor to ask, beautiful.”

And for the first time ever, you knew he wasn’t going to ask to play with you.

“What is it?”

“Can you…” Hyunjin averted his eyes, “Can you stay here, too? If Chris is okay with it?”

You looked at Chris for some kind of a signal and he nodded with a smile.

“Of course, prince.”

And the relief that washed over Hyunjin’s face afterwards forcing him to beam was totally worth it.

You spent a couple of days being disgustingly domestic at Chris’ apartment with people coming and going every once in a while. It didn’t always include booze. Some days were just straight up regular, movie nights or just rambling with friends. You couldn’t help but notice the shadows that passed by Hyunjin’s face every now and then. He would sometimes briefly disappear to the balcony or go for a walk to recollect his thoughts. You didn’t take offense to that, though. You were being careful to not bring up any subjects yourself until he felt comfortable enough to talk about them with you.

“Is someone crying?” Jeongyeon turned her head towards the bathroom.

You perked up your ears to pick up on what Jeongyeon was referring to. You heard sniffling sounds coming from the bathroom and Hyunjin was gone. You instinctively jumped from your seat and walked into the bathroom, not having an ounce of decency to consider knocking first.

The prince. Looking all disoriented and shit. At Chris’ bathroom sink. Holding a vial with some white powdery substance in it between his long fingers. Tears running down his face.

He was doing so fucking well up till that moment.

‘Why this, prince?’ you thought to yourself.

‘Why fucking this out of everything?’

It started the second Hyunjin was coincidentally reminded of its existence while he was looking for his credit card in his jacket pockets.

For the first time ever in his life, Hyunjin felt like he didn’t have a safety net. No Plan B. Which made the dread of messing up his only shot all the more real. It seemed like his meds were starting to wear off; he was feeling constantly on edge. Your existence was massively helping, but how he wished you also possessed the skill to silence the voices in his head, constantly whispering him things. That he was gonna fail. That you were gonna leave. That he was a terrible friend. That he could never make his parents proud in whatever goddamn capacity.

Whenever he felt the onset coming on, Hyunjin would leave. For some fresh air, for a little walk to distract himself. He didn’t want you to see him like that. You didn’t deserve that see him like that. A complete dumpster fire of an inner demon forcing him to yield and get on his knees, tempting him with sweet reminders that he knew the way to soundproofing his own brain. 

He made his way to the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and reached for the vial containing his bootleg limitless catalyst. Just once. There was no harm in once.

Very rarely. There has to be a cause for celebration.

And what the FUCK was there to celebrate? His endless descent into darkness? How he was completely undeserving of a single drop of happiness because all he did was cause pain to everyone around him?

Hyunjin broke down crying, eyes still glued to the vial.

It wasn’t worth it. It was never gonna be worth it. It was time to man the fuck up for goddamn once and take the road less traveled. And experience that struggle in every single one of his cells. Revel in that pain so that the gain might be even greater. For himself. For you. For the both of you.

The door opened.

I’m not, Hyunjin wanted to scream out, but it felt like he swallowed his own tongue.

It’s not what it looks like, beautiful. I swear I’m not. Please!

Your voice came out so calm that you were in complete disbelief in your own self.

“Is there something you wanna tell me, prince?” you closed the door behind you.

Having done this way too many times than he cared to admit, Hyunjin knew what that sentence meant. That impending confrontation which may or may not result in a complete disaster. But this wasn’t a situation of the defense taking the stand. He was going to lay everything out in such clear terms that there wasn’t going to be any room for doubt.

At least that was what he initially set out to do.

But with Hyunjin’s severe disability to follow his own track of thought at that moment, it instantly devolved into something completely irrelevant since, for some reason, he felt the need to start from the Big Bang.

“The day we met…” he said. “I didn’t wanna believe it. And every single fucking day that followed, I tried resisting it with every fiber of my being, but you…” he sighed, “You were just something else, beautiful. You still are. The most mesmerizing thing that has ever happened to me.”

Then a string of brief stories followed. Like he was showing you some random pictures on his camera and telling you where he had taken them. The night you noticed the scars on his thighs. The night he left you with Minho at the bar. Chris’ birthday. His birthday. Minho’s birthday. Their face-off afterwards and how he almost shoved a fucking knife down his throat to get the truth out of him about your birthday. What he told you to get you to do things. How he played you.

Not necessarily in this order.

There was seemingly no connection between them, but when you examined Hyunjin’s face as he spoke, you could see the ghost of a desperate plea: he was handing you the pieces of a puzzle and begging you to please please piece them together as he was in no condition to do so.

And you were right. He had absolutely no right to demand anything that even reminded someone of loyalty from you. But it felt like he did. 

It still feels like it does. I’m so sorry I’m this selfish, beautiful.

“I just didn’t know any better, beautiful. You have to believe me.”

You listened, and listened, and listened. Maybe for the first time ever, Hyunjin wasn’t able to read your face.

“I just got myself out. I didn’t think you’d say yes to me right away. I thought you’d need some time to see how I can change because I know words mean nothing,” he kept silently crying throughout his entire monologue, “So that… so that you’d accept me. See that I’m worthy of you. And give me a chance.”

You heard the gentle drip of the water droplet that caused the entire glass to fucking overflow.

Snap.

“This is how you change? THIS is how you CHANGE???” you pointed at the vial.

“No, please beautiful, I wasn-”

What about all the times you felt like you were severely mistreated, huh? Like you were a nobody. What about all the times you were there for him? Whatever the fuck you shared all this time? All those nights you would slowly fall into the descent of pleasure together like you two were the only goddamn people alive? Providing each other with elaborate tactical guides to ruin one another? The day he basically tortured you with his words without a shred of mercy? 

DID HE LOSE HIS FUCKING MEMORY SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY? HE COULDN’T HAVE CONCLUDED A FUCKING YES FROM ALL THAT??? 

It felt psychotically good to vomit all the poisonous bile of dejection and resentment that had been pooling inside you for months while all Hyunjin was able to utter was a neverending ‘Please’.

“Stop looking at me like I’m the only fucking thing that matters in this world!!!!!!”

You harshly opened the door and pointed your finger at him one last time before taking off.

“I’m gonna say this once, Hyunjin. Whatever I did up to know, all that shit that endured like a goddamn lunatic was for you. Because I fucking love you!”

What did you just say to him?

Hyunjin. You called him Hyunjin. Outside of the bounds of your cocoon of lust.

Not prince.

Not your prince.

This must have been a nightmare and he desperately wanted to wake up.

“Please, beautiful,” was all he was able to whimper.

“Please, don’t go.”

It wasn’t the anger, the judgement, the chastising… You could curse him all you wanted all night long and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. God knows he wanted you to.

The thing he couldn’t endure, however, was the expression on your face that spelled utter disappointment.

“Whoa, where are you going, baby girl?”

“TO GET SOME FUCKING AIR!”

Hyunjin wanted to run after you. He did. He really did. He just couldn’t fucking move under the weight of your words. It felt like you handed him blocks after blocks of iron with every sentence. In a momentary lapse of sanity, he smashed the vial into the toilet bowl and flushed it.

Chris walked into the bathroom to witness a Hyunjin sitting on the toilet, yanking at his own hair. He kneeled down in front of him.

“Not to be that person, but you might need a miracle this time around, buddy.” Hyunjin looked at Chris with bloodshot eyes.

A miracle. He needed a miracle.

It wasn’t long before you reached the park. Or maybe it was; you couldn’t exactly track how much time passed with all the rant you were having with an imaginary Hyunjin in your head.

The selfishness. The audacity. How fucking dare you…

Yet even in a moment like this, you were trying to find solace in bits and pieces of him. It was Hyunjin’s park you instinctively retreated to so that you could hear yourself think.

How fucking pathetic were you?

Your inner rambling transformed from frantic to erratic and not so long after, it stopped. All you were left with was a very unnecessary revelation about yourself.

Loving someone so desperately shouldn’t have hurt this good.

“Hey, beautiful.”

You watched the owner of the voice that didn’t have a fragment of its usual playfulness. That was the bleakest, gloomiest ‘Hey beautiful’ ever. He kneeled down in front of the bench you were sitting on, restlessly shaking your legs. You thought you had calmed down but that sight just rekindled that fury inside of you.

“Just tell me something. What was the reason? WHAT WAS THE FUCKING REASON????”

“Hate me,” he grabbed both your wrists, “Hate me all you want. Curse me, I don’t care. I deserve it. I will endure it. But please, please, please don’t let me go.”

Let you go?

Hyunjin reached his hand and caressed your cheek, “I’m nothing without you, beautiful. Please don’t stop loving me the way you do.”

Stop loving you? Like it’s a fucking matter of free will?

“There’s nothing in this world that I want more than to be yours. I love you, beautiful. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

What did he just say to you?

“Look at me. Look into my eyes. You know I’m not lying.”

“Pr-”

“No, don’t,” Hyunjin shushed you, “Please don’t say anything for now. Just think about it until Saturday. Let it gestate at the back of your head. Meditate on it, sleep on it, I don’t care. But just don’t say anything right now. Even if it’s a good thing. I will never be able to live with myself if you made a rash decision and then resented me for it. For better or worse.”

It was maybe for the first time that Hyunjin didn’t try to coax you into whatever outcome he wanted. He was legitimately offering a choice.

“I just want you to be happy. Ideally let me make you happy, but I swear I’ll be ready for whatever you decide. I’ll accept it with open arms. I promise, beautiful.”

Yeah, I’m sure he never breaks his promises.

“Saturday, huh?” you said, remembering the day of the event you made a bet on months ago, “What makes you think I’m even gonna be able to go?”

“Because you are,” a convivial smile appeared on his face, “I know you are since the day we bet on it at The Hideout.”

You smiled back. Not because your anger automatically vanished. Not because you instantly forgave him. There were so many things Hyunjin needed to show you so that you could even begin to consider leaving the past where it belonged. But at that moment, you just smiled because seeing his crescent eyes was like watching someone yawn.

“You’ve never called it The Hideout before.”

“I am now.”

Hyunjin grabbed your hands and placed a kiss on each of them.

“I know it sounds like complete bullshit to you for now but I am willing to change things. A lot of things. You make me wanna do it, and I’ll prove it to you. In whatever way you want. Just let me. Let me and I promise it’ll be worth it.”

You know what, he actually never does. Honestly, it’s the only thing I can vouch for about the motherfucker.

Ping!

You looked at your phone expecting a whole-ass scolding from Chris for storming off like that and urging you to bring back donuts as a punishment or something. Never in a million years did you expect what you were seeing on the screen. Your eyes widened.

“No fucking way.”

Your tone immediately alerted Hyunjin, “What? Is everything okay?”

You looked at Hyunjin in complete astonishment then back to your phone, mouth still parted from shock.

‘We are pleased to inform you that…’

“I can’t fucking believe the park actually works.”

“Remember when I said our friendship with Hyunjin was based on keeping secrets?” Chris asked while buttering his toast.

“Uh huh?”

“Yeah, what the fuck was I thinking?”

You laughed. Not because you were trying to veil some awkwardness for once, but because you agreed with him with every single cell of your being.

It was finally Friday morning, D-1 until the day you were looking forward to for so long no matter how much you didn’t allow yourself to have any kind of expectation about it. Since Hyunjin’s invitation came in way earlier than yours, he had made his travel plans accordingly. His flight was scheduled for noon while yours was supposed to take off at 9 PM that evening. Ever the gentleman he was, Chris was going to take you to the airport.

Prince

Hey, beautiful!

Go to the airport.

Like, right now.

You looked at your phone while crunching the bread in your mouth. You appreciated Hyunjin’s enthusiasm, but no fucking way you were about to leave twelve hours earlier than intended.

Prince

It’s supposed to snow like hell today.

And the rest of the week.

There’s no way flights aren’t getting canceled.

I swapped my flight with an earlier one to not risk it. There’s another one in an hour.

Hurry, beautiful.

“Channie boy, move your ass.”

You and Chris dropped your toasts immediately and you got changed at lightspeed. Chris got a little carried away on the way, fully convinced he was starring in the latest Fast & Furious movie, but he managed to drop you off at your destination in one piece.

“RECORD time! I’ll be leaving a 5-star review, Chrissy.”

“Have fun, baby girl,” he gave you a quick hug before leaving, “Call me if you need me to come back and I want all the details!”

You blew him a kiss and ran to the airport dashboard, just to notice that…

Prince

I fucking MADE IT!!!

What’s your situation beautiful?

Me

I think I got some bad news for you, prince.

As you were typing to explain your situation, Hyunjin called you.

“What’s going on, beautiful? Is everything okay?”

“My flight got cancelled. So di-.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, I th-”

“I’ll call you in 5. Just hang in there for me,” and Hyunjin hung up the phone.

You just stood there in front of the dashboard with your phone in your hand. You examined the entire board and noticed there were seven flights in total leaving for your destination, including the one Hyunjin managed to get in. Your originally scheduled flight was the last one, and the board already had two lines that spelled CANCELLED on it in bold, red letters. It didn’t look good, honestly.

Your phone rang again.

“Go to Counter 5.”

“Counter 5?”

“Yes. Give them the code I just sent you.”

The code you got texted contained the reservation number of a flight you must certainly had not booked yourself. You found the counter Hyunjin directed you to.

Me

Sorry, prince. This one’s canceled, too.

Prince

GodfuckingDAMMIT!

Hang tight, beautiful. I’ll fix this, I promise.

You know what, he actually never does. Honestly, it’s the only thing I can vouch for about the motherfucker.

You never wanted to believe Chris that badly before. Who gave a crap about the event? Fuck the event. There were more important things that needed to take place that day. However, the more time passed, the more you visited counters, the more your gaze was met with regretful faces, the more you started to lose hope. For a second, you caught yourself thinking whether it would be at all possible for you to drive there. Sure, whole-ass flights were getting cancelled so it would make perfect sense to fucking drive.

Get a goddamn grip, woman.

“Listen to me, beautiful. I got it,” Hyunjin spoke urgently on the phone, “The 7.30 flight. It’s supposed to carry a volleyball team, so they’re for sure flying that one out before they get snowed in. It doesn’t allow me to make a reservation from here - it has to be an in-person purchase at the counter because of the circumstances. Hurry. Please.”

Yeah, the plan seemed nice and all, but…

“Um, listen prince, not to rain on your parade or anything, but last minute plane tick-”

“I DON’T CARE!” Hyunjin yelled, “You have my credit card information. Just go!!!”

You what fucking information?

Hyunjin sounded like he was legitimately going through some kind of a panic attack at the end of the line. You attempted to diffuse the tension with a little humor, “That was a dumb move on your part, prince. You do realize I can just max this out right fucking now.”

“I don’t care. Get yourself a private jet if you can, but just come to me, beautiful.”

You totally meant to control that tiny sob, but it escaped your throat anyway.

An infinite wait in the line accompanied by the chitchat with the volleyball ladies later, you actually saw it. The leather chair you were supposed to strap yourself on for an hour in that damn metal tube. That was supposed to take you to the prince.

Your prince.

Me

I MADE IT!

I FUCKING MADE IT!!!!!!

Prince

When you land, take the shuttle and tell them you’re gonna get off downtown.

I’m so looking forward to seeing you, beautiful.

Come to me already.

When you got off that shuttle that night, there was nothing but butterflies starting a damn riot in your stomach. Like you were going to see Hyunjin for the first time in your life. It felt like you were about to willingly assist in your own heart’s abduction. 

That entire avenue looked like one of Hyunjin’s photographs came alive. Little flickers of lights dancing everywhere, a sea of people, and a tram passing by in the middle of that road closed to any other traffic.

Then you saw him.

You saw the tall, beautiful man, blonde hair glowing under those yellow lights, walking in quick steps with hands in the pockets of his blazer.

Then he saw you. 

The second he spotted your silhouette from afar, he broke into a smile so bright that his eyes disappeared. He started running.

“You came to me, beautiful.”

His embrace.

His kiss.

Him not giving a single fuck whether people were watching.

Not because it satisfied some perversion, but genuinely because he didn’t care.

Because your existence was the only thing that mattered.

You had been to a bunch of hotel rooms with Hyunjin before. Always luxurious, elegant, making you wonder whether you can actually put a price on a good night’s sleep (or the lack thereof), but nowhere quite like this.

First and foremost the room was orange; not the usual formal, borderline clinical-looking colors. There was a coffee maker on the vanity table, the small box next to it stacked with espresso capsules. The painting right above the headboard of the bed depicted a woman walking on the beach naked. And some champagne on ice with a small bowl of strawberries resting on the right nightstand as the finishing touch. This room looked so cozy. It felt warm. It felt intimate.

It felt like home.

As Hyunjin placed your cameras on the left nightstand, you went out to the balcony to check out the view. You had never seen such a beautiful sight before. Not that it was something grandiose or anything, but the sea view in the distance with a bridge lit up in rainbow colors adorning the dark waters just looked like something Hyunjin would paint during a cool, lonely, but delightful night. It moved you.

“I say today’s triumph calls for a celebration. Champagne?”

Hyunjin handed a glass to you and extended his glass for a toast. The weather was already chilly, so when you took a sip from your glass…

“Damn, that’s cold!”

“Yeah, the bottle is on ice,” he smiled, “The best kind to be honest.”

Hyunjin fixated his gaze on the bucket for some time as if an epiphany had dawned on him.

“Actually…”

When Hyunjin took a piece of ice from the bucket, you were watching him with curious eyes. He trapped it inside his mouth as he got closer to your face. When his lips met yours, it was an automatic reflex - you had to feel his tongue on yours. The wet muscle brought even a wetter guest with it this time around. You exchanged the ice cube between your mouths like you were in a competition to see who was going to melt it faster. It was so cold, borderline numbing, but Hyunjin’s warmth was comforting you.

Hyunjin touched your torso under your shirt. His hands were wet and cold like he was trying to come home in snowy weather and that sensation immediately sent a jolt down your spine, but you allowed him to equalize the temperature of his hands with your body’s nevertheless. While he was doing that, he crushed the ice between his teeth, and a drop of cold water trickled down the corner of his mouth, immediately prompting you to lick it clean. He couldn’t help but slither his hand under your shirt again, eventually peeling it off of you.

Hyunjin guided you inside, gently laid you down on the bed, and took another frozen cube from the bucket before joining you. At a completely torturous pace, he dragged it between your bare breasts and on your nipples. You were shivering. Everywhere. Then he closed his mouth on your nipple and started drawing languid circles on it. The contrast of the ice and the warmth of his mouth peaked your sensitivity. It felt like running your hand under the shower water and thinking it was freezing cold for the first couple of seconds only to realize that it was in fact boiling hot.

Hyunjin sofly removed your pants and underwear as if he was trying not to wake you up. Zero rush. Once you were completely naked for him, he dragged the ice from your ribcage down to your crotch, licking on the wet trail the cube was leaving behind. Then he gradually guided the compressed frost to the most sensitive spot of your body.

“T- Too cold.”

“Relax for me, beautiful,” Hyunjin placed a kiss on your clit while sharply inhaling your scent, “It’s gonna feel amazing.”

He kept dragging that fucking ice cube all over your labia with such unhurried movements like he was trying to find inspiration to paint the landscape of a snowy day. The more he rubbed the cold mass on your body, the smaller it became. All your senses were on hyperdrive and when he jumped the gun by slowly pushing the remains of the ice inside your pussy, the moan that ripped from your throat was nothing less than animalistic.

“Hold my hands, beautiful.”

You were feeling the ice melt inside you slowly. It was the singular stimulant alerting your entire body until Hyunjin trapped your clit between his voluptuous lips, and it was the most exquisite of contradictions. When he started sipping on you, you squeezed both his hands out of delight. He let you tug on his slender fingers entangled in yours however harshly you wanted like all he wanted to do was to soothe you. To cater to you. To satisfy your every single need. Absolutely nothing else mattered.

“If you just let me, I can do this for hours, but I don’t want to torment you, beautiful. Just tell me when you wanna cum.”

The hardest fucking proposal of the century. You didn’t wanna cum, absolutely not. The way Hyunjin set fire to your body was way too heavenly, and you would seriously consider jumping off the balcony before letting it stop of your own volition. Just watching this beautiful fucking creature between your legs, eating you out with such hunger but still with the manners nothing short of a prince was enough to lose whatever sanity you had left. Sometimes it was incredibly unbelievable how eager he was to please you. You weren’t able to utter a single word to give him any sort of instruction, though. All that left your lips were the rapturous moans, the source of which was shifting to your diaphragm with every passing second.

“Come to think of it, you’ve never squirted for me before, have you beautiful?”

Not for him per se, you didn’t even know you were capable of doing that, period. It was another mythical phenomenon from the realm of pleasure for you. It was a rhetorical question but you were too far gone to process that, and you legitimately tried to come up with an answer for Hyunjin.

“Would you like to do it for me?”

Did he really fucking ask that? As if even the thought of him forcing you to cum all over his face was not erotic enough.

“I just happen to find that so fucking hot. Just saying.”

You wanted to say something. Signal something, but you genuinely felt like you lost the ability to speak.

“Just say the word and I’ll have you raining all over me.”

Oh, fucking hell.

“Please,” was all you were able to articulate. Hyunjin broke into a content smile.

“Your wish is my command.”

It was that exact same sentence he uttered during your first night together, but this time around it felt infinitely different. Like he actually meant it rather than just saying some random shit to turn you on.

As if you needed to be turned on more.

Hyunjin hovered over you and grabbed one of your legs to place on his shoulder. 

“Tell me when you feel the pressure, beautiful.”

He started hitting your deepest spots at the same leisurely pace, exploring them anew with a specific destination in mind.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it just… It feels…”

“Like you wanna pee?”

He smirked. You knew that mischievous smile all too well. It was the telltale sign of how proud he was of something he was able to cause in you. 

“Tell me when I hit that spot, okay?”

Hyunjin’s movements got a little rougher, but they were still in the second gear.

“There. FUCK, right there!”

"Nice and loud for me. There you go."

He leaned down to kiss you, the curvature of his cock involuntarily hitting the spot in the meantime.

“You know the drill, beautiful. I’ll hit that until you make a mess all over me.”

He calculated your coordinates in an instant and gave you a fair warning in advance.

“Can’t promise I can hold it in, though. No one told you to look like such a fucking goddess.”

And he set off. Rough. Determined. You lost your damn mind at the sensation, but Hyunjin hadn’t realized your loud moans echoing in the room would affect him so.

“Ah, fuck, I’m- Tell me you’re close. I’m begging you, beautiful, please tell me you’re close.”

Yes, he was trying to please you, but Hyunjin pleading like that was just too fucking sexy for your own good.

“Look at me.”

Hyunjin could have fucking sworn he almost blew his entire load in you upon that gaze. You were looking at him with such motive dripping in absolute lust that you didn’t need to exert a drop of effort. It would quite frankly be in vain now that Hyunjin was turned on this much.

“Cum inside, my prince.”

“Ah, beautiful, PLEASE-”

“This once you make a mess for me.”

Or maybe it wouldn’t be.

In none of your encounters up until that point had Hyunjin orgasmed that violently before, frantically spasming, strings after strings of hot liquid painting you white, inducing the strangest of serenity in you. He collapsed on your chest trying to catch his breath and basking in the utter afterglow of his orgasm.

“Fuck, I just- I don’t wanna get out.”

You smiled at him caressing his hair, “Weak already?”

He placed a kiss between your breasts, “I just don’t want my seed to leave your body. Ever.”

He slowly pulled out and propped you up signaling that you should change positions.

“It can’t go to waste, beautiful. Sit on my face. I’ll clean you up real nice.”

Did you absolutely clench around nothing when he said that? Fucking yes. You quickly made your way up to straddle his absolutely beautiful face and made yourself comfortable.

“My fucking GOD- You’re just a fucking godsend, beautiful. Ride my face, there you go.”

Then the torture began. You remembered this scene from your first night together, as well. How he locked his mouth on your entrance, gently sucked on it, and collected the dripping cum with his tongue as if he was trying to drink the last drops of a milkshake, wet thumb gently teasing your clit all the while. The point wasn’t to get you to cum; Hyunjin was doing it to indulge himself because he genuinely believed there was nothing sexier than filling you up just to empty you again. By himself. Granted when he did it the first time, you weren’t full of him, but that very incident was the ultimate reminder for him that you should always always be filled with him and him only. Not to mention this particular act had always felt intimate for Hyunjin for some reason, and he loved that feeling. Once there wasn’t even a drop of his own cum to be cleaned, he point-blank asked you:

“Tell me how you want me to finish you off, beautiful. Just say the word and I’ll do it. Anything you want.”

Anything you want?

That was way too much power to be trusted with you, especially when you considered the rap sheet of kinks you possessed. You didn’t wanna scare Hyunjin right off the bat, but on the other hand, he was offering your wildest fantasies on a goddamn silver platter. There was a more pressing matter at hand, though.

“Would you like me to keep going here, or-?

“Earlier, you didn’t- You didn’t get me to-”

“Ah, of course. And that was so fucking rude of me, wasn’t it?” Hyunjin laid you back on the bed, “Please accept my apologies, beautiful. And since I have my mind intact this time, I get to fucking ascend you.”

The way you were spread for him always did something to Hyunjin. In addition to your undeniable allure, it was the thought of you willing to be this vulnerable with him, offering yourself for him, trusting him… It was an inexplicable thing.

He really appreciated that.

“You’re a fucking goddess, beautiful.”

You were expecting him to make a move, but he reached for his camera on the nightstand instead. You chortled.

“Wanna make another sex tape or what, prince?”

Hyunjin smiled, but it wasn’t that obscene smile of his, informing you of something lewd ahead, “I just wanna capture you. This moment. Us.”

It wasn’t fair that Hyunjin was the only one to get to do it, so you reached out for your own camera as well. You realized there had only been a handful of instances where you looked at him through your viewfinder.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful, prince.”

And you also realized you had never called him beautiful to his face before. Hyunjin broke into a smile behind his camera and you captured that exact moment. Both with your lens and your heart.

“So that’s how you feel, huh beautiful? Kiss me.”

It was time to appreciate art in real-time. Hyunjin loved how you kiss, always with a couple of gentle bites on his lips. It told him volumes as to how much you desired him. He didn’t waste any more time and made his way to the coordinates of that one spot in you, completely determined to have you seeing stars for hours. The way Hyunjin moved… Oh, the way he fucking moved…

It had always been so damn delicious, but tonight the entire room was bleeding wine red, exactly in the shade of the wall behind his headboard. It was raw. It was primal. Precise. Intentional. Driving you to absolute insanity one push at a time. 

“SHIT, prince, you’re killing me with this! FUCK-”

“Claim me, beautiful. Call me yours.”

“My pr-”

“No. No, no, no,” Hyunjin squeezed his eyes while shaking his head, “Yours.”

You clung to his biceps and dug your fingers on his skin, like you were trying to mark him, and pulled him closer.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes. Fucking YES!” Hyunjin pulled you harshly into his own lips, “I’m yours. Just yours. We belong together, beautiful.”

You knew that feeling from somewhere.

Simple. No games, no calculations, no strategies. This wasn’t a chess game. 

It was affection. It was just compassion. As simple as that.

“There. There, THERE, right there FUCK, please don’t stop!”

“Gonna make a mess for me?”

“Yes, YES, please- Please, make me- mak-”

“I have a favor to ask, beautiful,” Hyunjin stopped and forced you to look at him, “Will you let me eat you out?”

The request surprised you a little, “You just… did?”

“No, not like that. I want you to lose yourself,” he stole a kiss from your ankle he was still holding onto, “I wanna make you squirt on my face.”

“Fuck, prince, you’re seriously gonna be the death of me,” you groaned. Hyunjin took that to mean you gave him permission and lowered himself between your legs.

If you got exposed to something over and over again, wouldn’t that lose all meaning? Wouldn’t you be eventually numb to the feeling?

Then how come every time Hyunjin dragged his tongue across your skin, no matter the local moisture, he always managed to make you fall into pieces? How come all his ministrations felt this delectable every single time to the point of pushing you into a state of complete frenzy? How fucking come he was the epitome of sensuality in corporal form? Just how?

Hyunjin coated your entire pussy with his saliva and started tasting you with such an appetite. It was literally the same lip movements on your clit - the exact same pattern as whenever he kissed you. Slow. Sensual.

Wet.

His long, slender middle finger came to his aid and to your eventual rescue. You leaned into that familiar hook of the finger and fucked yourself on it as Hyunjin kept licking you. You already had an inkling that this wasn’t going to last long. 

“Hold my hand, beautiful.”

Hyunjin offered his left hand for you to grab and squeeze however you wished. He wanted to be connected to you through more than one channel. The index finger of his right hand joined the middle one, both reaching that delicious spot inside you.

“Fuck me harder.”

Hyunjin smiled into your pussy, extremely delighted by your reaction. He added a third finger and started massaging that spongy spot with sheer fervor. You could feel the imminent threat of a brutal convulsion ahead.

“More. Harder.”

Hyunjin squeezed your left hand, “You’re gonna feel a lot of pressure in a second, beautiful. Don’t hesitate and let go for me, okay?”

“Please, harder, FUCK!”

You could die.

You had never been able to resist how fucking beautiful Hyunjin was. He just exuded sexiness being his normal self, but getting him between your legs like that, hungrily lapping at you, and you got to taint all his delicate features with your arousal?

You could seriously fucking die.

Hyunjin never let go of your hand while you were riding out your high, still sucking on your supple skin and placing kisses everywhere he could. Once he was convinced there wasn’t a shred of climax left he could elicit out of you, he climbed up on you to kiss you. Breathlessly. Like he just couldn’t get enough of you. You had never experienced an afterglow this warm before. Hand supporting his head, Hyunjin was turned to your side, fingers gently caressing your torso and patiently waiting for your tremors to fully recede. 

“You know what Jisung said when I told him about this morning’s action?”

“What?”

“Is she made of fucking gold?”

You laughed in response, “How did you answer?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“How FUCKING dare you, prince!!!”

You were getting ready to land a sizzling smack on Hyunjin’s waist when he trapped you in his embrace so that you couldn’t move.

“Because I’ll be damned if I call you anything less than a diamond. You’re so fucking precious to me,” he pressed his lips on your forehead.

“I love you, baby.”

You felt your entire body being electrocuted and you were sure you were beet red as if nothing remotely obscene happened between you two just about five minutes ago.

“Oh, I got an upgrade now?”

“If you’re okay with it. I’d love to hear you call me that, too.”

The look in Hyunjin's eyes, begging to be loved, begging to belong, begging to be embraced by you… It was impossible to resist. You took his lips between yours again, and his eyes automatically closed at the contact.

“I love you too, baby.”

Hyunjin smiled while caressing your hair, “If I’m completely honest, I’m actually very much inclined to call you my soulmate instead, beautiful.”

You chuckled in embarrassment, “Maybe I don’t believe in soulmates, prince.”

And that was a lie.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

*Adapted from a true story

The Zone has a very special place in my heart, and I'd like to sincerely thank you for being a part of it. If you feel like asking questions about it, as long as you're kind you're always welcome in my askbox.

I appreciate you.

- R. (CB97%)

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<33 My bias is Seungmin

Ult group + bias? <3 Why? ☺️🌺

Oh no this is too hard to choose xD

I'm still relatively new to kpop (about 3-4 years) and I think right now Stray Kids is definitely winning. It started out with EXO and BTS, and don't get me wrong, I still love them very much so but there's something about SKZ that makes you want to keep coming back. I just feel like I can relate to their songs more and please the rap line is :chefskiss:

As for bias....ugh...too hard to choose xD I keep thinking Hyunjin has me in a grip but then I get the other ot8 men fighting for attention that I just give up. 😂😂 can I just say all?

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THIS IS A MASTERPIECE OML

Dangerous

pairing: mafia boss!hyunjin x mafia boss!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut (minors dni!), enemy au

words: 4.1k

warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, there is a gun present at the beginning, mentions of death, angst, mild violence, making out, choking, hair pulling, degradation, oral sex (m&f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, a tad bit of a crying kink, use of the color system, hyunjin gets a little rough, unprotected sex (you know better), hate sex, multiple positions, mild biting kink, creampie, aftercare, y/n is a thief hehe, there’s probably more but I forgot lol

a/n: yes, this was definitely inspired by the venom music video. no, I make no apologies, lol. there are some darker themes in this one, what with them being in gangs, so readers please beware! I hope y’all enjoy this absolute filth, please like and/or reblog if you liked it! - j

You weren’t quite sure how you’d managed to get yourself in this situation.

It was safe to say, the barrel of a gun inches from your temple was not how you intended to spend your Saturday night.

“I knew you were a stupid bitch, but this is a new low for you.”

You rolled your eyes at the voice speaking lowly in your ear. Despite yourself, chills erupted over your skin. Apparently some habits couldn’t be easily broken.

You slowly turned your head so you could look at the owner of that delicious voice, completely ignoring the gun still leveled at your head.

And there he was. Still blond, even after all these months, his hair gently curling around his face. His expression was cold, but there was a fire in his eyes that was all too familiar to you.

Hwang Hyunjin.

The leader of the biggest gang in your city, its power and legacy equal only to your own.

You remembered idly what it had once been like to love that face. Star-crossed lovers, the crown prince and princess of rival gangs intent on destroying one another.

But that was before.

Now you were king and queen of rival empires, your quest for violence stained by a need for revenge.

You took pleasure in the irritation that overtook his face the longer you ignored his insult. He could call you a stupid bitch all he wanted—you both knew it was a lie and a cheap shot.

“Why are you in my club?” Hyunjin said through clenched teeth.

You smiled sweetly. “Didn’t know it was yours. Just came to get my rocks off.”

He finally pressed the gun against your temple. You leaned into it, invigorated by the cold metal on your too-warm skin. Hyunjin barked a laugh.

“Bullshit. Last time you were here—” he cut himself off and you smiled viciously.

“Last time I was here… what? You mean the night your father put a bullet in mine?”

Hyunjin winced. The night was a sore topic for more than just you, apparently.

It was the night everything changed. When your father’s life left this world, so did any fantasy of running away with the man now holding a gun to your head. Hyunjin had tried to resist when you broke things off, but then his own father had died and he’d been forced to rise to the occasion.

You knew he blamed you for his father’s death. He assumed you’d put a hit on the elder Hwang as revenge. In your anger, you never saw the need to correct his assumption. It was easier to let him hate you.

“I don’t have to stand here and entertain this.” Hyunjin’s long index finger flexed on the trigger. “Why are you really here?”

“Came to say hi.”

You’d talk him in circles all night if you had to. This mission was too important to compromise.

You weren’t sure you’d be able to stomach coming back to this club, but the forged tax documents laying in the next room took priority over your trauma. Those alone would pay off all the debt your father had accumulated over his reign and then some. You could pay for your sibling’s college tuition; pay off your own medical bills from when you’d been shot last year; certainly a month-long vacation to Fiji with whatever was left over.

If you wanted to get technical about it, the documents were worth over a hundred million dollars.

A bead of sweat trickled along your hairline, Hyunjin’s eyes tracking it as it slid down your face. He swallowed.

You were affecting him, then. Good. You looked incredible tonight, so it was nice to see the black dress you’d squeezed yourself into was paying off.

Hyunjin smiled humorlessly, the expression doing more to bare his teeth at you than anything else. Alarm bells went off in your head.

“Go ahead, Changbin.”

You tried to turn and run at hearing the name of Hyunjin’s ruthless bodyguard, but you made it all of two steps before something hard hit the back of your head and the world went dark.

When you woke, you were curled on your side in what had to be the most comfortable bed in existence.

You shot into a sitting position, your face immediately twisting into a grimace at the sharp pain on the back of your head. God, how hard did Changbin hit you? You made a mental note to return the favor next time you saw him.

Rubbing the back of your skull, you cautiously examined your surroundings.

You were beneath the covers in a large four-poster bed, the black sheets distractingly soft against your skin. The room was dim, lit only by a lamp on the bedside table and soft moonlight filtering through the curtains. It looked like it had been decorated by a vampire—all dark reds and blacks and gothic furniture pieces.

Your evaluation of the room screeched to a halt when you saw a shadowed figure sitting in the armchair across from the bed.

“Where am I?” You were thankful that your voice still sounded strong. Showing weakness here was a death sentence.

“My bedroom.” Hyunjin leaned forward in his chair so he could prop his elbows on his knees. He still looked perfect, much to your annoyance. “That’s right, I forgot. You betrayed me before I moved in.”

That was bitterness in his tone. You rolled your eyes. “And why am I in your bedroom?”

“Because Han and Lee Know wanted to kill you for trespassing and they can’t reach you here.”

Your heart twinged at hearing the names of your old friends. You hadn’t allowed yourself to miss them in a very long time. Hearing that they wanted to kill you hurt your feelings more than you wanted to admit.

“Why didn’t you listen?” You asked roughly.

Hyunjin’s face was unreadable. Perfectly blank, just like the trained killer his father made him to be.

“Because you never told me why you trespassed in the first place.”

Your hands clenched into fists on the lush comforter still over your legs. “I won’t tell you. You might as well just kill me and get it over with.”

Finally, anger passed over his stoic expression. “You’d rather die than tell me why you’re here?”

“Yes.”

“Good to see you’re still recklessly stubborn.”

Your eyes flashed. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know everything about you.” Hyunjin stood, taking the time to stretch his lean muscles before he stalked towards the bed. You shrank back against the pillows, some of your bravado vanishing when he towered over you. “I’ve been keeping track of you, you know. I’d be a fool not to know what my enemy is doing with her time.”

Your chest hurt at his use of the word enemy, but he was right. At this point, you had been enemies for longer than you'd been lovers.

You gazed up at him indignantly, making sure to channel as much hatred into your expression as you could. Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed.

Before you could move away, he grasped your chin roughly in his hand and turned your head from side to side. Searching for injuries, you guessed.

“Still fretting over my health?” You rasped.

Hyunjin released you swiftly. “No. I don’t want you to bleed all over my pillows.”

You didn’t want to think too hard on the fact that you were laying in Hyunjin’s bed. Again. It had been a long time since you’d been in his sheets, but they still smelled exactly as you remembered them. Sweet and fresh and just a little bit floral.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and stood, trying to quickly edge your way around him. You needed to get out of this room. Every second you spent in here was a year off your life.

Hyunjin caught you around the waist, effortlessly stopping you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Back to my family. They’ll be wondering where I am by now.”

“You think you can attempt to steal from me and I’ll just let you go?” He chuckled patronizingly.

“So you do know why I was at the club.” You nodded and looked him up and down, satisfied by the way his eyes angrily flashed. “You’re smarter than you look.”

“It doesn’t take a genius. Your plan was idiotic.”

You shoved against his chest, finally able to get a bit of space between your body and his. “Why pretend like you didn’t know, then?”

“I wanted to see how far you were willing to go to protect your mission.”

You subtly attempted to search for the dagger you kept strapped beneath your dress. You’d show him exactly what lengths you were willing to go to, especially if he wouldn’t let you leave this room.

“I took that little letter opener of yours.” He smiled at you again, so condescendingly that your vision turned red. You smacked his chest, your hands shaking with anger.

“Give it back.” You hissed. He caught your fist and held it against him. His heart thundered wildly beneath your hand, giving away the emotion trapped behind his indifferent mask.

“Make me.”

“I will fucking kill you, do you understand me?” You struggled against him, trying to free your hand from his grasp to no avail. “I hate you, you’re so just—ugh!”

“You hate me?” Hyunjin tugged you against his chest, his sudden furious expression a thousand times scarier up close. “You have no right to hate me. Your father’s death was not my fault, okay?”

“Let go—”

“But you.” Hyunjin sneered in your face. “You had my father killed. You knew that I never wanted to lead this ridiculous gang, and you forced me to take the position—”

“I didn’t kill your dad, okay?” Your voice had risen nearly to a shout. You both froze, both your wrists still trapped in Hyunjin’s hands against his chest. The anger on his face transformed into stiff shock.

“What?” He asked, his voice hardly more than a whisper.

You slumped against him, defeated. “I didn’t put the hit on your father. I have no idea who did.” You forced yourself to look up at his face again, annoyed with the frustrated tears you felt pricking behind your eyes. “Why would I ever do that to you, Jin? Our plan was to leave, to escape this life completely—”

Hyunjin cut you off when his mouth crushed against yours.

You froze, every thought rushing out of your brain. His lips moved against your own, his tongue tracing your bottom lip in a silent request to enter.

Hyunjin tasted exactly like you remembered. It hurt your heart beyond belief, and you felt transported back in time, back to when life was easier. Carefree.

You shoved him away with renewed strength, hard enough that he stumbled back. You couldn’t make yourself look at the expression on his face—open and raw, far more emotional than he’d let you see him since his father died.

“You don’t get to do that.” You said, your chest heaving. “You don’t get to kiss me anymore. Not after everything.”

Hyunjin’s face hardened. “Why not?” He made to approach again and you backed away hastily. “Why have we spent so much time hating each other? You didn’t tell me the truth for over a year. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “It wouldn’t have mattered.”

“Wouldn’t have mattered?” Hyunjin scoffed. “I thought you killed my dad. I was in love with you before—I wanted to marry you, and you just let me think you betrayed me like that?”

“I was angry! It makes everything so much easier if you hate me.”

“Fine.” Hyunjin’s shoulders were shaking with anger now. “Fine, I’ll hate you. I’ve hated everything about you for a long time, I don’t see why that has to change now.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

You stared at each other, less than an arm’s length between you as you glared. The phrase if looks could kill crossed your mind. If they could, you would certainly both be bodies on the floor.

You weren’t sure when he moved. Or maybe you did. Not that it mattered.

All that mattered was the way the distance between you evaporated into nothing. Hyunjin’s mouth collided with yours, his lips surprisingly soft in contrast with the dominating way he kissed you.

Your mouth parted immediately to welcome his tongue this time. You battled for dominance, your fingers rising to tangle in his hair as his hands gripped the sides of your throat. He squeezed just hard enough for you to feel pressure inside your skull and you moaned into his mouth.

“You’re such a slut, you know that?” He panted against you, his tongue roving across the expanse of your throat as you whimpered. “You claim to hate me but you still want me to make you feel good, hm?”

“Shut up, Jin.” Your voice was barely recognizable to your own ears, heavy with lust. Your fingers in his hair scratched at his scalp, gripping the roots so you could yank his head back to look at you.

You could’ve cum right then and there at the fire burning in his eyes. His hands gripped your ass hard enough to bruise, drawing short, breathy moans from your chest.

You stared at each other for a moment, willing the other to back down first, before Hyunjin walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed.

He roughly undid the buttons of his shirt, his eyes focused only on your thighs spread wide before him. Anticipation fluttered in your veins. If your memory served, Hyunjin loved few things more than burying his face between your legs. You couldn’t imagine what would happen now that there was animosity mixed into it.

Once his shirt was off, exposing the long, cut lines of his torso, he lowered himself to his knees at the edge of the bed. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, pulling the lace down and off before tucking them into his pocket.

“You’re going to take what I give you, understand?” He half-growled, his lips mere centimeters from where you wanted him. You nodded frantically, the desperation close to killing you now. “Use your words.”

“I understand.” Your voice was more of a gasp.

He gave you no warning before his tongue dove into your dripping core. You released a breathless moan as he dragged a long lick up your pussy, stopping to draw circles over your clit. His lips closed around the tight bud, mercilessly sucking until your hands yanked against his hair.

Hyunjin groaned against you and the vibrations ricocheted straight to your core.

“You taste even better than I remember.” His voice was muffled and he thrusted his tongue into your entrance. “Still such a good slut for me.”

His fingers slammed into you at an angle without warning. You let out shaky groans when his fingertips effortlessly brushed your swollen g-spot on every thrust.

“Oh my god—” you panted. Hyunjin moaned into you again and jerked your legs over his shoulders, completely unaffected when they closed around his ears.

You were shaking uncontrollably. You rolled your hips in time with the movements of his tongue, chasing your orgasm with reckless abandon. The lewd sounds of his mouth on your pussy were driving you wild.

Hyunjin didn’t slow when you came on his mouth. He moaned as you clenched hard around his fingers, your walls spasming with pleasure. You whined at the overstimulation, clawing at his bare shoulders while he forced you off the edge again.

The waves of pleasure were so powerful that they almost hurt. Your body locked, Hyunjin’s tongue still mercilessly attacking your clit. You couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and another began.

At last, he removed his lips from you. His mouth and chin shone with you, instantly drying your mouth with anticipation.

“Aw, is my little slut crying? The pleasure is too much for you these days.” Hyunjin’s condescending voice sparked another round of tears, which you hastily wiped away with the backs of your hands before he could see them.

He helped you sit up, his hands surprisingly gentle as he helped you peel off your dress. Completely naked before him, he took his time sucking each of your nipples, his teeth gently closing around the perked bud.

“What’s your color?” He whispered, gazing up at you through his eyelashes.

You couldn’t take the emotion on his face. Not right now. You gripped his shoulders and rolled until you were on top of him, your breasts pressed against his stomach.

You pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his chest. “Green. Definitely green.”

You worked your way down him quickly, hardly stopping to dote on the parts of his body that you would have worshipped in the past.

He lifted his hips so you could drag his pants down his legs, immediately pleased when his hard cock sprang free. It was an angry red, precum wetting the tip in thick beads.

You pumped his base, pleased by the way his hips involuntarily thrusted upwards, and took him into your mouth. He groaned, the sound shooting immediately to your dripping core. You swallowed around him greedily as your hand massaged his balls.

“Shit…” Hyunjin bit the back of his fist to stifle his moans, rolling his hips up into your mouth. “You—ah—still so good at this. Mi-missed this, god…”

You hummed and his cock twitched on your tongue. He whimpered and you clenched around nothing. God, you’d forgotten how you loved to have him completely at your mercy like this. The feeling was only intensified by your knowledge that if anyone ever found out about what you were doing, it would probably start a war.

Hyunjin thrusted into your throat again, tumbling dangerously close to his high. His balls spasmed wildly in your hand, over and over again. His fingers threaded into your hair and he guided you along his length while you fought your gag reflex with a vengeance.

He forced you to look up at him by his hand gripping your hair. He groaned at your expression; tears were beading at the corners of your eyes, your saliva dripping down your chin.

Hyunjin’s brows furrowed, his hair sticking to his temples by the light sheen of sweat covering him.

“Gonna…gonna take my cum?” He panted. You bobbed your head on his cock with renewed vigor, determined to push him off the edge. “Gonna take it like the good slut you are?”

You dragged your teeth lightly along his length and he let out the most vulgar moan you’d ever heard. That was how Hyunjin always liked it: a fine mix of pleasure and pain. Your time apart hadn’t changed that.

His eyes screwed shut and he thrusted up into your mouth again, his balls tightening.

You rose off him with a lewd pop right as his cock released the first thick bursts of cum. Hyunjin’s eyes snapped open, fury twisting his expression, as it hit your chest and dripped down your breasts.

You smiled lazily at him, devilishly delighted by his frustration. In the past you would have sucked him through his orgasm to the point of severe overstimulation—drawn out his high as long as you possibly could. He had a special love reserved for when you swallowed him.

Not anymore.

“Assholes don’t get to cum in my mouth.” You said sweetly, dragging your tongue from his balls to tip for emphasis.

Hyunjin grabbed you before you could react. His fingers dug into your collarbones as he all but tossed you onto the bed.

His long body settled over yours as he kissed and bit your throat, no doubt leaving bruises in his wake. You moaned but it sounded more like a cry.

“You’re evil." His teeth closed over your pulse and he sucked hard. “You know I have to punish you for that, right?”

Excellent.

You grinned at the vaulted ceiling as Hyunjin lined his still impossibly hard cock up with your soaked entrance. Between the remnants of your cum and his still coating both of you, the stretch would be easy. You were thankful for that, at least.

Hyunjin slammed into you without warning.

Your body jerked toward the headboard and you cried out as he gasped in your ear. He wasted no time setting a brutal pace, his hips snapping in and out of you.

You couldn’t be embarrassed at the wet sounds of your bodies meeting. It turned you on too much for that.

Hyunjin’s arm snaked under your back and he effortlessly flipped you beneath him so you were on your front. You moaned and pressed your ass back into him. You could feel him so much deeper in this position—you couldn’t tell where you stopped and he began.

The head of his cock hit your g-spot with merciless efficiency. Your body quickly began to shake uncontrollably beneath his, sweat coating you as he bit down hard on your shoulder.

Hyunjin’s fingers wrapped around your throat again. He squeezed hard and used his grip to tug you upright until you were both on your knees, your back pressed to his front. His hips snapped into yours and you savored every pant and groan he released in your ear.

Your entire body locked as your orgasm barreled into you out of nowhere. Your walls clenched around him so hard that he was forced to stop thrusting.

Hyunjin exhaled shakily in your ear at the pleasure your repeated tightening forced through him. When he came for the second time, he had no time to prepare for it. His hands held your ass firmly against his pelvis as he came inside you, somehow releasing even more cum than before.

Your walls’ convulsing and his cock’s twitching dragged each of you through your orgasms for so long that you saw stars. When you finally came down, you were so thoroughly spent that you collapsed forward onto the pillows. Hyunjin followed, his lean body laying half on top of you and half on the blankets. He was a comfortable weight, one you had forgotten comforted you so much.

Hyunjin gasped above you, attempting to catch his breath.

“It’s good to know we’re still capable of that.” He said breathlessly.

No shit. That was probably the most mind-blowing sex you’d ever had.

Once he had recovered enough to stand, he grabbed his dress shirt off the ground and used it to gently clean you up. That would be fun to explain to the dry-cleaner.

“You’re welcome to use the shower.” You turned your head to look at him as he pointed to a door on the opposite wall. “It’s through there.”

“Thanks.”

You weren’t sure what to say. You’d just attempted to fuck the life out of one another—what were you supposed to do now? Cuddle? That didn’t seem likely.

When you didn’t immediately stand to take him up on his offer, Hyunjin settled down onto the bed next to you. You stiffened, but he just adjusted the pillow beneath his head and sighed deeply as he closed his eyes.

Maybe…

“If you try to kill me in my sleep, I’ll ruin your fucking life.” He intoned without opening his eyes. Your thoughts froze in their tracks.

Okay, maybe not.

An hour later, you hesitated in the window you’d managed to silently pry open.

You glanced back at Hyunjin’s sleeping form, his arm extended to the side of the bed where you were supposed to be laying. The sight hurt your heart, but you shoved it down without dwelling on it.

You had tugged your dress back on after he’d fallen asleep, using the time to search the room for anything useful. Safe to say, you’d found the dagger he’d taken while you were out-cold.

Sitting directly atop the one-hundred-million dollar tax files, tucked in a hidden compartment in his dresser.

Either he’d taken them from the club or they were never there to begin with. You didn’t really care, either way.

Said files were now shoved up your dress, pressed snugly against your stomach.

You felt bad, of course, but business was business. You were sure Hyunjin would do the same if the roles were reversed.

You forced yourself to look at the night-darkened world beyond the window, grateful you were only on the second floor. There was an excellently-placed bush beneath the window that would cushion your fall, then you were home-free.

Without giving yourself time to change your mind, you slung your legs out the window and jumped. Thankfully, your calculations proved true. The trimmed shrubbery caught you with ease and you walked away from the fall with minimal cuts and a slight adrenaline rush.

You glanced back at the second-story window above your head. “Sorry, Jinnie.” You felt the files still tucked beneath your dress and smiled sadly. “Knowing you, we’ll meet again soon.”

Hopefully, it would be in Fiji.

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