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Escapism-MYG

Synopsis: how naive were you to think you found the one when it was so obvious that he was making a fool of you. But you weren't gonna sit around and mope while he's having fun with your so called best friend. Good thing a certain someone was more than happy to help you out. And it made you wonder that if you had chosen him since the very beginning, would you have not gotten hurt?

Genre/ warnings: romance, angst, smut, raw sex, cheating, getting revenge on douche ex, misogyny,ex's enemy au, mob boss yoongi, making out, grinding, body worshipping, panty sniffing,oral(f receiving) vagina sniffing,love making.

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I found myself in a shit position

"we need to talk"

All the excitement that you had about finally having a date with your loving boyfriend after weeks, drained the moment those words left his lips.

Although you did sense that something was wrong the moment he showed up at your house rather than the designated meeting spot which was the restaurant in which you had your first date. Still, you didn't let yourself think about negative thoughts as you gave him a nod with a small smile.

He didn't return the smile.

You followed him to your living room all ready and dressed up for the date night. A little part of you still thinking that you both would be going to the restaurant as planned after the talk.

How naive.

"what's up?" you hoped the nervousnsess didn't showed in your voice as you sat on the other end of the couch now suddenly aware of the huge distance between you both "jihyeok?-" "it was a mistake" now along with nervousnsess you were also feeling very confused as you looked at him with raised eyebrows. "what was a mistake?" your gut feeling told you that you wouldn't like the answer.

And it was right.

"look" he sighed rubbing his face with his hands with a tight jaw as you silently looked at him with a sick feeling bubbling inside you "can you please tell me what did you do?-" "i-i slept with Ina" for a second your face went blank. Truly because your brain hadn't registered his words because they didn't make any sense. Him, your boyfriend having sex with your best friend ina-

No words came out of your mouth as you slowly processed the situation. Your face still blank and lips still parted as you looked down at your hands folded on your lap.

Everything he said next came out blurry because the only thing which was running inside your brain was him, your boyfriend of 2 years cheating on you with your best friend of 10 years. The one you met when you were 14 and the one who stayed by your side with every step of life.

"I was drunk-" excuse "it was an accident-" excuse "she threw herself on me-" more excuses "you were always busy and she was just there-" god you were so tired of hearing his voice "and it was your fault too, if you weren't so busy-" "can you shut your mouth? I don't really want to hear your voice" his eyes widened in surprise when your blank ones met his. The audacity is so amusing.

You stood up, dusting off the imaginary dust off your dress before looking at him. He was still frozen with his mouth agape. You scoffed rolling your eyes as you looked away from him. God you can't believe it. How did you waste two years of your life with this piece of shit?

A part of you wanted to hear him. Just to see if he feels a little bit of regret for his actions. But another part of you tells you there is no use. He has already blamed you like it was your fault he had to cheat so what's the use of hearing his useless words?

"get out" if he looked surprised before then you don't know what he's feeling right now as he looked at you with his mouth ajar "w-what-" guess he expected you to act differently. You sighed rubbing your forehead at the forming headache. How in the world can someone be so stupid? Now that you think about it, the signs were so clear.

"jihyeok" he looked at you with what you recognised as hope. Stupid, so stupid. "get out of my house" you watched the hope shatter into small pieces just like your heart did. Instead, his jaw tightened and his eyes started showing anger as he stood up as well "what? You're just gonna throw 2 years away over a single mistake?" he has to be joking. Shaking your head you crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your chin up "do you really want to do this right now?" it was a small warning. But you forgot he was stupid enough to not understand.

He scoffed shoving his hands in his pockets as he stared at you smugly "don't pretend like I'm the only one at fault y/n. You're as much guilty as I am. It was just an accident and if you weren't always so busy then it wouldn't have happened-" "your dick went inside her by accident? I didn't know something like that can happen by accident, ji. What? Did you slipped or something?" his face redenned as he stuttered to find another excuse but you didn't let him continue.

"so you slept with my friend behind my back by accident because I was busy trying to make money to support your dreams. You shouldn't skip the important part baby" you stared at him with disappointment while your nails dug in your arms. No you won't show him your weakness. You won't cry. You can't cry.

He opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish as he balled his fists "w-well-" "and I should add that every time I made time so we could spend it together, you were the one who called off every date last minute. Why? Because you would spend your free time playing games rather than being with me" you smirked when you realised he wasn't meeting your eyes. That's what you thought.

"now get out. And don't contact me again. Glad she was satisfied by your small friend" oops. That surely hit a sore spot.

The man that I love sat me down last night and he told me that it's over

Dumb decision

He looked at you with anger as he walked passed you, intentionally bumping into your shoulder as he made his way to the front door. But of course he just has to say something to repair his bruised ego.

"don't get so happy y/n. Just because you make more money doesn't mean you're superior to me. Remember, you were just a stress reliever. I lost feelings for you a long time ago. At least she understood me and wouldn't bitch around when it came to keeping the house clean" he smirked as you grew silent. Looks like he mistook your silence for hurt. "you can't even do most of the house work, of course a man would leave you for something better"

"jihyeok" "what?" the smug smile told you he expected you to apologise and crawl back. Poor him. "you're in no place to teach me how to be a woman. If you're such a man, why were you eating off your girlfriend's salary since the last year?" it was your turn to smile as you saw his face fall "and please don't call yourself a man. You're insulting the whole spieces" you winked as you raised your hand "also, just because she sucked your cock doesn't mean she'll support you. Good luck finding a job and paying the rent by yourself. And I also expect you to return me all the money I spent on your rent since the last year" you watched his eyes filling with fear and his hands shook as he stared at your hand which was holding up the middle finger "now get out"

~•~

The moment your door closed, your knees gave in. Your heart hurt. So much that you could physically feel it squeezing painfully as broken sobs spilled from your lips. You didn't let your tears fall when he was in front of you. No way in hell you would let him see you at your weakest. But now it was like a damn broke free as you struggled to breath. How can you be so stupid? You should have seen this coming a long time ago. All the lingering touches, the stolen glances, the time you found her in your apartment with him alone.

"we wanted to surprise you!" they both smiled brightly causing you to smile too.

But at that time you failed to notice that how did she knew that you were going home early that day. You smiled bitterly. They were just lucky that day.

You took a deep breath and wiped your face before standing up on shaky legs. You will not cry over him. No, you will never allow yourself to cry over the people who didn't deserve to be called humans. Ignoring your ringing phone you made your way to the kitchen and washed your face. The lighted screen told you who was calling

"ina💖"

You scoffed as you cut the call and blocked her number. You had no interest in listening to her excuses. You had a feeling they both were together right now.

A part of you wanted to cut them off from your life forever but another part of you wanted to hurt them just like they hurt you. It was worse that you knew just the best way to do that. It was even worse that you knew who would help you take your petty revenge.

Before you could stop yourself, your were already picking up your phone and dailing his number. Your hands shook as your thumb hovered over his name and his words rushed back to your mind.

"whatever you need, I'll do my best to make it happen. It won't matter how long I need to wait. Just say the word and it's done. I hope you'll give me another chance, doll"

Taking a deep breath you pressed the phone to your ear. Surprisingly, he picked up almost immediately and a warmth spread inside you when his deep voice hit your ears.

"I was waiting for you,doll" you looked down at your feet as you felt fresh tears filling your eyes and you hoped the small sniffle would go unnoticed by him. But of course it didn't. He noticed everything when it came to you. "you're crying?" you pictured him clenching his jaw as his voice took a dangerous tilt. One that used to scare you. You ignored his question as you took a shaky breath and whispered "does your offer still stand?" he was silent for a moment before breathing out "yes" you nodded even though he can't see it and sat on the chair of your dinning table "then will you let me use you?" you held your breath as you anticipated his answer and felt your body relaxing when he rasped "use me angel. Tell me what do I need to do"

"pretend you're in love with me" you whispered hearing a long exhale on the other side "don't need to pretend for that,doll" your heart started pounding as you looked down, again ignoring the flutter of your heart "pretend you're willing to die for me" "can't" your eyes widened ''why?" ''because I would die for you angel"

As your words died down in your throat, you wondered what would have happened if you had made different choices in the past.

"why can't you trust me?!" he panted as he gripped your shoulders. You looked up at him with pained eyes as you hoped he wouldn't notice your tears under the heavy rain. But of course he did. Breathing heavily he leaned his forehead against yours "what changed y/n?" a sob left your lips as you shaked your head, weakly pushing him "I'm still the same guy you fell for. And you're still the same girl I fell for" he whispered hoarsly as you gripped his suit jacket, pulling him closer until your lips were barely touching. You pressed your lips on his for a brief moment before another sob broke free from your throat as you whispered "I'm scared of you yoongi" that was the end of it. You saw him shatter in pieces and crumble in pain as you uttered those words.

If 3 years ago you had trusted him, forced yourself to trust him, then maybe your life would have been a lot different.

"what else doll" "don't kill him" "depends" his dry voice forced a small giggle out of you as you wiped your eyes but the smile soon died down when he asked "what did he do baby girl?" you almost didn't want to tell him because you knew he wouldn't be able to control his anger if he knew. But you have to tell him. "he cheated" the moment your small whisper reached his ears was the moment he saw red. His voice may seem calm but in his head, he was already thinking about the many ways he could torture the piece of shit. But of course you always knew how to calm him down "yoongi promise me you won't do anything" you heard him taking a deep breath before he grunted "what do you want me to do?" "can you find out where he is right now?" "that's easy. 'course I can"

Of course he can. Sometimes you forget who he is.

~•~

Now I don't wanna feel how my heart is ripping

Fact I don't wanna feel so I stick to sipping

And im out of the town with a simple mission

In my little black dress,And this shit is sittin

You met him outside the club as you both planned. Well he planned. He had sent a car for you because of course he wouldn't let you come alone when it as dark outside. He never took any risks when it came to you. And maybe you knew why. Maybe it was because you were the easiest way to threaten him.

You felt your breath catching in your throat when you saw him. Looking as handsome as he was 3 years ago. But maybe more mature. His hair longer and ridges rougher. You last saw him when he was 24 and you were 21. Now you're 24 and he is 27. "yoongi" you breathed as you stood in front of him. His eyes were soft as he took you in and your breath stuttered when you felt his hand gently holding your smaller one "hey doll" he mumbled softly as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. Just like he used to.

You heart hurt when you think about the time you spent away from him. Even if you were in a relationship with jihyeok, a small part of you still belonged to him just like how he always belonged to you.

He didn't said anything more but his eyes did. They held so many different emotions as he kept staring at you intensely. "let's go"

You nodded and held his arm softly as you both started walking inside the famous club. He found out that your ex and ex best friend were both in here together. It may seem petty to make your ex jealous and regret his actions. But after spending almost your whole life trying to be considerate of others, you wanted to be petty. And yoongi had no problem with that. He still thinks you're being considerate to that shit head by not letting him make that fucker regret in his ways but he'll support you no matter what you do.

All eyes were on you both the moment you stepped inside the club. You can't blame them. You knew you both looked great. In the two years you saw yoongi twice. Both were the once when he couldn't help it. When he missed you too much. And both of those times you saw him in his three piece suit. Right now he looked lethally gorgeous in a leather jacket, ripped Jeans and chunky boots while you wore a sleeveless black dress which came to your mid thighs. Hair loose and heels high. Even through his jacket, you could feel the bulge of his gun pressing against your hips. But it didn't make you nervous.

It didn't take long to catch them, making out at the bar without a care in the world. Like they haven't betrayed the one person who loved them both genuinely. You could feel tears filling your eyes at the sight but yoongi cupped your face and made you look at him "don't forget what you're here for doll" you nodded as he wiped the single tear that managed to escape before leaning down to whisper "just say the word and I'll make them regret their whole lives" you slapped his chest as he smirked "shut up we aren't here to kill anyone" "whatever you want, doll" he drawled letting you pull him towards the dance floor.

You smiled up at him as his hands found their place on your hips which you swayed to the music. The multiple lights shown on his face as he pulled you closer until your hands were on his chest. And you knew that you had their attention when you felt a burning gaze on your back. Yoongi leaned down until his lips grazed your ear for which he was gifted with pleasant shiver "they're looking at us doll" he mumbled burying his face in your sweet smelling neck while your arms wrapped around his neck as you both moved with the music.

A surprised gasp left your lips when you felt his lips pressing a wet kiss on the sensitive skin of your neck "y-yoongi'' your eyes fell shut as you felt him pressing soft kisses on the same spot before sucking it softly. He hummed gravelly as he pressed a hand on your lower back and pulled you flushed against him causing your soft breasts to press against his firm chest. It didn't help that you weren't wearing a bra. "need to make him realise what he lost" he murmured as he bite the same spot gently causing a small moan to slip from your lips. "mm..yoongi" you sighed, your hands gripping his shoulders as you felt something hard pressing against your lower stomach.

Small twing of pleasure erupted your whole body, settling a fire on it's wake as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second until your panties were sticking to your womanhood and soft pants were leaving your lips. "fuck you smell so good" he groaned as your fingers tugged his hair,your back arching and your head leaned to the side, giving him more access to your neck.By now you had completely forgotten about your ex boyfriend and best friend glaring daggers at you as you both swayed to the music, bodies feeling hot like fire as heavy breathing and pants mingled together.

"shit" he breathed heavily as his hand gripped your neck and he pulled you closer until your lips were inches away from his "tell me doll" he rasped, gripping your thigh and pulling your right leg up until it was wrapped around his waist. You gasped, holding his wrist as you felt his hardness pressing straight against your cunt "who are you thinking about?" he mumbled, grinding against you causing soft moans to spill from your lips "are you thinking about him right now?" his voice held a tilt of possessiveness and darkness as his hold around your throat tightened a bit. You whimpered shaking your head as he pressed against you harder "n-not him" he nodded leaning his forehead against yours "then who?" "y-you" the moment those words left your lips, his lips crashed against yours.

And it wasn't a sweet or gentle kiss. It was rough and hard, filled with possessiveness and yearning as your teeth clashed together and tongues danced for dominance. But of course he won. He kissed you hard. Hard enough for your lips to feel numb and your pussy to gush as soft moans of his name left your lips like a chant while low growls and groans left his lips like he couldn't get enough of you.

"missed you so fucking much" he panted as he pulled back slightly, both of your lips red and bruised and hot breath mingling together. You opened your eyes to see him already looking at you and if your heart was pounding before, then right now it threatened to spill out of your chest as you whispered "yoongi" he hummed as he looked over your head and you saw his eyes narrowed "w-what's wrong?" you asked turning to look behind you but yoongi held the back of your head and pulled you to his chest with a grunt causing you to look at him confused "nothing's wrong angel. Tell me what were you gonna say?" he murmured pressing a kiss on your forehead and because your face was buried in his chest, you didn't notice him still looking at something at a distance. "umm" you whispered gripping his jacket "take me to your home?" you dared to peek up as he went silent and the look in his eyes caused you to whimper softly.

He chuckled darkly as his hand squeezed your hip before he murmured lowly "you're playing a very dangerous game kitten. Don't think you'll get to leave once we step in my house" you gulped down the nerves as you bite your bottom lip softly before pressing a soft kiss on his lips "I don't wanna leave" you saw his eyes darken which made you excited and nervous.

It was like nothing else mattered when you were standing in the middle of a crowded bar and gazing in his eyes as he trapped you in. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he held you, it made you wonder just why did you waste 2 years of your life with that trash bag. The guy that you loved with all your heart, gave him your everything, and what did you get in return? Getting cheated on and also getting the blame. And the girl who was supposed to be your one true friend, the one who was with you for so many points of life. You were mad at yourself for spending 3 years apart from him.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when someone suddenly pushed past you, causing you to stumble further in his embrace as he wrapped a protective arm around you and glared at the drunken woman. "you okay?" he cupped your face with one hand and you nodded placing your hand on his "can we go?" your voice was small as you said those words and he didn't said anything but nodded and wrapped an arm around your shoulder before pushing past the ocean of bodies.

You noticed he was glancing behind by his shoulder every now and then and his grip around you suddenly tightened just as you both stepped out of the club "yoongi" you squeezed his hand which was on your shoulder and he only hummed as he glanced by his shoulder again "is everything okay?" you looked at him worriedly and his eyes softened. You both stopped in front of his car and he cupped your face softly "everything is fine, angel. Don't worry about anything and sit inside. I need to make a call and make sure you lock the car yeah?" he mumbled giving you the key. Although you had a feeling that something was wrong, you trusted him enough to not question him. So nodding you took the key and sat in the car, nodding when he signalled you to lock the doors.

You sighed, watching him as he took his phone out and made a call. A few seconds later you saw two men arriving and although you couldn't hear their conversation, you knew it was something serious because yoongi looked a little angry as he talked with the two men. They said something before walking away and yoongi rounded the car while you unlocked the door. His cologne filled your senses as he opened the door and sat in with a sigh. "who were they?" you asked softly as he took off his jacket and laid it on your lap which you Silently thanked him for because you were freezing. "they work for me" he answered simply as he started the car and you nodded before looking down at your hands folded on your lap.

Your attention was caught by him when he suddenly placed a hand on your thigh and after a moment of hesitation, you kept your hand on his. The ride was silent until you reached his house. You realised he had moved places. As he parked the car in the underground parking lot, he rasped "last chance doll" you looked at him nervously as he took a slow exhale before turning to look at you "I won't let you leave once to step inside my place y/n. I can't let you leave again. I don't think I can handle it again" his jaw was tight as he said those words and you realised just how badly you hurt him. Taking a shaky breath you unbuckled your seat belt and leaned forward, letting his jacket fall as you pressed your lips on his "make me stay yoongi. Please don't let me leave" you whispered against his lips and the familiar darkness returned in his eyes. The one that made your legs weak and pussy gush.

The elevator ride to his pent house was silent but you were in his arms the whole time. It was like he couldn't keep his hands off of you. But the moment you entered the penthouse, his lips were on yours and his hands were on your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you hard. His hands groping whatever skin they could reach as low moans and whimpers filled the air. Breathing heavily, he gripped your thighs and picked you up effortlessly causing you to grip his shoulders with Soft moans as your lips danced against each other. You didn't notice him walking towards his bedroom because you were so lost in his lips. Only when he laid you on his bed and his scent filled your senses did you realised that you were in his personal space. But you didn't have time you look around in his room because he was above you on his knees no yanking of his t shirt.

You felt your cheeks warming up as his milky white skin came in your view. But along with his abs your eyes caught something else too. There were multiple scars on his abdomen. It seemed like he noticed the sadness in your eyes because he tilted your chin up and pulled you in a deep kiss. One which took your breath away. It was deep and sensual. Passionate and full of longing. "I'm fine doll. A little knife can't kill me" you stifled a small giggle as he winked at you before your eyes widened when he suddenly pulled you up on his lap.

You took his hand as he kissed you again and guided it towards the thin strips of your dress and he let out a low growl as he slowly pulled the strips down until the dress was hanging around your waist. Slowly, he pulled back and his eyes wandered down "fuck"he whispered as he took you in "so fucking beautiful" you looked at him shyly as he laid you down again and tapped your hips. You raised them and he took off the dress completely,leaving you in a pair of thin black panties which were soaking wet.

"so perfect" he whispered as he came down until he was kissing around your breasts "a fucking goddess" he took your nipple in his mouth, sucking it softly which had you arching your back while your fingers tangled in his hair and small gasps left your lips "letting me worship you" his hand massaged your breast, making sure to give them the same attention "can die a happy man now" he chuckled darkly as you moaned his name softly. Trailing his kisses downwards he pressed multiple kisses around your waist before pressing a small kiss on your panty covered womanhood.

He looked at you as he hooked his finger around the thin material and once you nodded, he pulled the panties down your legs while biting his lip. You gasped when he raised the ruined material to his nose and took a long sniff before letting out a long groan causing you to cover your face in embarrassment "don't fucking hide from me" he grunted gripping your hips and pulling you down until his face was buried in between your legs, causing you to squeal In surprise.

But before he touched your weeping cunt, he looked at you with what you found as jealousy and possessiveness "has that shit head ever eaten you out?" he murmured lowly as he kissed your inner thighs, leaving small marks behind "n-no" you gasped shakily, your fingers flying towards his hair "no? " his eyebrows furrowed and you nervously whispered "h-he said it was gross-" another dark chuckle cut you off and you looked down to see his face leaned against your thigh as he looked at you cockily "can't believe I let you date a fucking kid but" he smirked "that means I'm the first man who tastes you" it was the only thing you heard before he dived in like a man dying from starvation and you were his last meal.

A loud moan left your lips as he wrapped his around your clit, sucking and teasing it until it was swollen and red. His hands gripped your ass and pulled you in so close that you were scared that he might suffocate but it seemed like he had no problem as he lapped your pussy like a lollipop. Your back arched and your head pressed against the pillows as his tongue entered your pussy. You could only moan his name helplessly as he took turns in fucking you with tongue and sucking your clitoris. He was quite literally making out with your clit as he inhaled your intimate scent with a deep groan which caused you to feel the vibrations against your womanhood. Your legs locked around his head which yet again made you worried that you might suffocate him but as you went to move away from him, he gripped your thighs with a growl and pulled you in "don't fucking do that again" He pleasured you like it was his only way to salvation. Like he was dying and you were his last meal. It all became so much that you exploded a second later with a loud and long moan of his name. If you weren't so high on pleasure you would have been embarrassed at how loud you sounded because you never thought you could make such a sound.

He mumbled praises of how good you were doing as he made sure to lick every single drop you gave him. He pulled back with a proud smirk, watching as you came down from your High and climbed up towards you, his cock brushing against your sensitive folds. You opened your eyes to find him already looking at you and a shy smile made it's way to your lips "how was that? " he grinned causing you to whine "great" "I'm sure it was" he chuckled kissing your forehead "but I'm not done with you sweet girl" your eyes widened as he hovered over you and. You didn't even noticed when he took of his pants but you felt your eyes widening and core gushing as you saw the size of his cock. It was long and thick, standing tall and proud with his mushroom tip an angry red and pre cum already forming. Soft moan left your lips when his cock grinded against your womanhood "tell me to stop yeah? " he whispered and you nodded holding his shoulders with a deep breath.

Soon a gasp left your lips when you felt the tip of his cock entering you and he stopped immediately "You good? " he brushed your hair away from your face and you nodded whispering "be gentle please" he kissed your nose "I will angel" slowly, you felt him entering you which caused you to whimper in slight pain. He peppered your face with soft kisses to distract as he tried his best to not slam inside you.

Once he was buried inside you, he stilled to give you some time to adjust "take deep breaths for me doll" he mumbled and you nodded taking shaky breaths. A soft sigh left your lips when you felt the pain disappearing and nodded. He pressed his lips on yours as he bottomed out before pushing back in causing both of to moan simultaneously "o-oh yoongi" your back arched as he moved with long and deep thrusts, hitting every part of your womanhood and soon, his cock brushed against that sweet spot causing you to moan loudly "right here? " he gritted thrusting back in at the same angle again and again causing your eyes to roll at the back of your head.

You gripped his hand with a soft whimper and he held it immediately beside your head. You cupped his face as he leaned his head against yours and you whispered "I missed you so much" his jaw clenched and his thrusts got harder and more powerful as he buried his face in your neck "you have no fucking idea how many times I almost knocked on your door. Almost called you dammit" you whimpered as you felt your high approaching rapidly once again and tears ran down your face as you sobbed "I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you" his eyes hardened at the sight of you crying and he crushed his lips on yours "it doesn't matter anymore. You're here with me. I don't need anything else" he never blamed you for leaving him. You both loved each 3 years ago but you had no idea who he was. To you he was the son of a wealthy business man. But the day you were going to confess, you saw him at His worst. You saw him killing someone. When you told him you were scared of him, he wanted to kill himself. He was mad at himself for falling for you. For allowing such feelings. But when you left him, he was willing to wait however long you wanted him too.

"fuck y/n" he breathed heavily as you pulled him in a soft kiss and you felt your high wash over you as he kissed you deeply, his own High washing over him. He rided you both out of your highs before falling on top of you and you wrapped your arms around him tightly as he buried his face in your sweaty chest.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing, you whispered "yoongi" he hummed snuggling deeper "you remember when I called you, you said you were waiting for me.. What did that mean?" you felt him smile against your skin as his hold around you tightened "it means that I've been waiting for you since 3 years, doll. Because I knew that one day, we'd meet again. So the wait was worth it" "and what if I hadn't called? " he hummed "then I would have waited and waited until you did" "why? " "because I'm so in love with you that waiting for you seemed easier than trying to forget you"

~•~

As you laid naked under the covers, yoongi stood by the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist as he listened to his right hand man talk "the guys belonged to Lee. They somehow came to know that you would be at the club. I've taken care of them but boss.. " yoongi hummed as he pulled the covers over your body properly "the same guys had been following y/n since a few weeks. They somehow caught our men following her and Lee found out that you've been secretly keeping an eye on her. They wanted to use her to-" "threaten me" yoongi chucked darkly as his movements stilled "fucking shit head" he snarled as he walked out of the room as to not wake you up "you know what you need to do namjoon. Bring him to me alive"

~•~

"what are you doing? " you flinched and turned around sheepishly as yoongi raised an eyebrow. He was shirtless in only some grey sweatpants as he folded his arms over his chest, looking at the mess all around the kitchen "w-well" you laughed nervously "i-i wanted to make you breakfast but I didn't realise I messed up your kitchen" yoongi nodded as he looked at the dinning table filled with breakfast and coffee "I'm so sorry I'll clean it up-" "you don't need to" you blinked as he pulled you to the table and made you sit on his lap "I pay people to clean my house. Surely they can do it. Now let me taste my girl's cooking" you looked at him surprised while he calmly ate his pancakes "you don't mind the mess i made? " "why would I? " he shrugged "the food is great" he kissed your head and fed you too.

"you can cook whenever you want. I love your cooking. Just be careful to not hurt yourself. You cook, I'll clean" you giggled kissing his nose "I think I kinda like you" he grinned tickling your waist "well thank god because I think I like you too"

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Oh, Darling! | MYG | Series Announcement

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STARTS JULY 31ST

Pair: Professor!Yoongi x Student!Reader

Summary: Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au.

Warnings: This series is part of the Hyung Line Daddy Collection. Mild age gap (not underage) where Yoongi is in his early thirties and Yn is in her early twenties, power play, since he is her professor, but it’s not toxic or abusive and Yoongi doesn’t take advantage of his position, daddy kink (eventually). Forbidden relationship. Cousin Jungkook, Best Friend Jimin (what is new), art student Tae, literature student reader and Namjoon. Side pairing: ?? and ??. This series has a LOT of smut, in almost every chapter.

WC: 108k total.

Updates: Every monday and every other saturday.

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Teaser:

Yoongi’s car was clean and comfortable, nothing flashy or ostentatious, but he did have a built-in GPS and a very modern sound system. He kept a mellow R&B playlist low on the background as he drove and you couldn’t help but stare at the veins in his arm as he held the steering wheel with one hand.

In such a small space everything seemed heightened. From the sound of your own heavy breathing, to the rustle of the plastic bag with your leftover dinner resting by your feet. But it was Yoongi’s soft hums when he liked a song and the amplified scent oozing off of him that was making you go a little crazy.

When the car came to a halt a few stops away from your building, slightly hidden behind a large tree and away from the nearest street lamp, you wanted to find an excuse, anything to stay there and prolong your goodbyes. You wouldn’t have another class with Yoongi for a few days, since he liked to rotate his two assistants, and you didn’t know when you’d have a one on one session with him again.

The professor didn’t seem eager to let you go either, when he turned the engines off and cut the lights.

“I hope your wife won’t mind you staying out so late.” you heard yourself saying, heart beating quickly on your chest at the prospects of a confirmation you didn’t want.

Yoongi let out a breathy laugh, pushing his hair away from his forehead again. “Don’t have one.”

“Your girlfriend then?”

“Not that either.”

If Yoongi thought your questions were invasive or out of line, he didn’t show it. When you removed your seatbelt and let it slide back into place, the man turned slightly to the side. To stare at you. To wait for your next move. When you didn’t make any motion of leaving his car, he clicked his own seatbelt free.

Was he expecting you to invite him up? You doubted it, since he was careful enough to park so far away from the entrance of your dorm building, where it was safe from prying eyes.

“Yn.” he said, and you liked the way your name sounded in the solitude of his car.

“Yes, Professor Min?”

Whatever question he had seemed to die on his tongue and you basked in the way his gaze seemed to grow darker. You licked your lips out of habit, a movement that caught his sharp attention immediately.

You couldn’t tell when you started leaning into his space. Maybe it was before his warning call to your name, even. Your heart was pumping so much blood through you that your pulse was buzzing in your ears.

“Told you to not call me that when it’s just the two of us.” his tone was low, teasing almost, and it sent a pool of heat right between your legs.

“What do you want me to call you?” you were a breath away from whimpering, begging him to close the distance before you leaned all the way over the console of the car, you needed him to give you something. “Sir?”

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taegihoees · 9 months

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Nonsense Update:

I’ll be turning it into a series! It just makes more sense to me if i’m being honest. I should be done with part one pretty soon. Sorry for the wait for those who liked the preview

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schemin’ | myg (m) MASTERLIST

“Whatever you want, you get.”

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

summary: Your dream comes true when world renowned music producer and CEO of D-Town Records, Agust D, discovers you in the underground rap scene and wants to sign you to his label. It all goes well for a few months and you can’t believe you’re actually living your dream. However, things start to shift when Agust D offers to do something for you and you can’t stop thinking about it for weeks to come. Your boyfriend doesn’t like it one bit.

genre: angst ; smut ; slow-burn

warnings: explicit sexual content, infidelity, boss/employee, sexual tension (a lot of it), slowburn, strong language, (kinda) fake!romance, y/n inner dialogue, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, cocky!yoongi, reader is v impulsive and v dumb at times, dark themes, mentions of misogyny, gonna add more later, minors DNI

category: series

total wordcount: 61.9k

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song: legacy of new boyz – schemin’

— c h a p t e r s ↓

♢ 00 – teaser ; 796 ⇢ 「 31 may 2023 」

♢ 01 – i’d do anything ; 4.3k ⇢ 「 5 june 2023 」

♢ 02 – peeping tom ; 4.8k ⇢ 「 9 june 2023 」

♢ 03 – make the most of it ; 5.3k ⇢ 「 14 june 2023 」

♢ 04 – talk about professional ; 6.7k ⇢ 「 20 june 2023 」

♢ 05 – busted ; 7.1k ⇢ 「 24 june 2023 」

♢ 06 – greedy ; 6.9k ⇢ 「 29 june 2023 」

♢ 07 – bait taken ; 7.7k ⇢ 「 3 july 2023 」

♢ 08 – do you want it? ; 9.5k ⇢ 「 9 july 2023 」

♢ 09 – cat got your tongue? ; 8.7k 「 19 july 2023 」

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♢ are you jealous? ; ? ⇢ ✎

♢ schemer ; ? ⇢ ✎

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schemin’ | myg (m) 09

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

genre: angst ; smut ; slow-burn

chapter warnings: explicit sexual content, flirty namjoon 😚, some deep talks, revealing secrets, questions answered (finally), infidelity (like hardcore cheating LMAOOOO), immorality, mentions of misogyny, mentions of sexual coercion (the daniel thing), boss/employee, unethical, kissing, unprotected sex (stay safe), oral sex (both f. & m. rec), facefucking, fingerfucking, face slapping (not hard), bit of saliva play, claiming, forceful restraint (no not like that), bit of edging, teasing, dirty talk, praise & degradation, strong language and a lotttt of swearing, cocky!yoongi, bratty!reader, sub!reader, dom!yoongi, crying, begging, kinda sadist!yoongi, creampie, minors DNI

category: series

wordcount: 8.7k

a/n: one more until we’ve made it to the end of schemin’, what a journey it’s been! i hope yall will stick around for more fics and stay to watch me grow as a writer. i appreciate the support uve given me so so much. hope u enjoy this chappie!!

— m.list & concept video

<- previous ; finale ->

chapter 9: cat got your tongue?

You slowly sneak out of the room about a minute after Yoongi does, warily looking around the corridor. You quietly close the door behind you and head down the hall again, still letting your eyes roam around the corridor until you bump into a brick wall.

The brick wall being Kim Namjoon.

Heat instantly rises to your cheeks and ears, eyes wide with shame and embarrassment. “Oh, sorry,” you mumble as you take a step back from him, hoping he won’t smell the scent of sex on you, despite the fact he’s already being aware you just got fucked by the CEO. He literally saw you.

He has an apologetic smile on his face as he gives you a curt nod before walking around you, continuing his strut down the hall.

“Namjoon, wait,” you call out, turning your body to face him again. Your heart is beating a mile a minute and you’re convinced the amount of sweat your palms are producing could actually start dripping onto the tiles beneath your feet.

He spins on his heels to face you, his own ears red as he moves his hand up to scratch the back of his head with an air of awkwardness. He doesn’t say anything and that makes it twice as hard to say what you want to say.

“I think– uh… I think I owe you an explanation,” you say, uncertainty tinged in your tone and your eyes momentarily looking away from him before you glance back at him.

He shakes his head and shoves his hands into his pockets, straightening his back and shoulders. “Nah, you don’t owe me anything. Don’t worry about it.”

“But you–”

“You don’t owe me an explanation on why you were…” He starts closing the distance between the two of you, looking around to make sure no one hears him as he continues, “…Fucking our boss but you might owe me an apology, though. The image is burned into the back of my eyelids,” he jokes, an attempt at dissolving the awkward air that has settled between the two of you.

You wince at his words, looking around the corridor as well to make sure no one is eavesdropping or walking by. Your gaze drops down his body before back up to his face, an apologetic look etched on your features.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. You won’t tell, right?” You trail off, voice getting quieter toward the end of the sentence. Your fingers nervously fidget with your phone, your stomach almost exploding with anxiety.

“Tell?” he repeats. “What am I, 15?” He shakes his head and takes another few steps closer to you, standing so close that the tips of your shoes almost touch. “Your secret is safe with me. But you ought to be careful.”

Your eyes follow his every move, now shifting up to glance up at him through your wet lashes. You quietly sigh in response, nodding your head to indicate that you agree with him. Of course you know that. “And you ought to knock on doors,” you joke back.

“Oh, you’re definitely not one to talk about knocking on doors,” he chuckles, flashing you the prettiest dimples known to mankind as a smile stretches on his thick lips. “That studio never gets used, literally ever.” He shrugs and then leans forward, quietly saying the next few words into your ear, “Sorry for not considering the possibility of some people going at it during work hours because they couldn’t wait to get home.”

Has he always been this sexy? Damn.

The heat that had finally cooled off, instantly rushes to your cheeks again and your head snaps to look around the hall to make sure no one sees you two. You slap his chest and push him back, a playful scowl on your face. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to the party to help out?” you grumble, pushing past him to make your way back to the rehearsal hall.

“So you and him can sneak out?” He quickly catches up with you. He reaches into his pocket and dumps confetti on your hair – the hair that Yoongi tried so hard to fix. You groan and punch him in the arm, fingers plucking at the confetti in your hair that you can’t see.

“We won’t,” you mumble as you finally approach the rehearsal hall, the loud music starting to drown out your voices.

“What a shame,” Namjoon chuckles as he scratches the back of his head, eyes not looking at you as he focuses on the booming practice room in front of him.

“What?” you ask, pinching your brows together as you slow down in pace to look at him. “That we’re not leaving?”

He glances at you, then his head turns to check the corridor again before he simply shrugs his shoulders. “That the boss called dibs on you.”

With that, he walks into the room before you do, heading straight for the bar.

Your lungs collapse within your ribcage as you watch his retreating figure, your jaw all the way on the fucking floor. You stand there for a moment to gather your thoughts, did he just… imply what you think he implied?

If Yoongi hadn’t pulled you into that room, you definitely should’ve let Namjoon hit.

You shake your head free of the intrusive thoughts, convincing yourself what Namjoon said was simply a joke to get you flustered. Yeah, that’s it.

You shove your phone into your pokcet to stop your fidgeting but it doesn’t do much when you start absentmindedly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, the shirt that absolutely reeks of sweat and Yoongi. You don’t mind, though.

You finally spot Yoongi across the room but he’s busy chatting up random producers and fellow artists. The wetness pooling between your thighs is uncomfortable, a constant reminder of the fact you’d just been fucked by everyone’s boss.

You avoid Yoongi for the time being as you head to the snacks buffet on the side, eyes trailing the sweet and savory delicacies and your mouth waters at the sight.

It’s the thought of Yoongi’s dick in your mouth that makes it water, not Belgian chocolate and Haribo gummies.

A deep breath fills your lungs before you exhale and reach out, hand hovering over the snacks as you stay indecisive about what to pick.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot. Go,” someone whispers in your ear with a hand on your elbow, but they’re gone as quickly as they came. You turn to look over your shoulder and you watch Yoongi disappear into the crowd again.

You ignore the butterflies that are tearing your stomach open at the sensation of his breath hitting your ear and neck. You huff and quickly grab a hand full of random packaged snacks, stuffing them into the pocket of your jacket before you turn and exit the practice room.

•••

Your foot impatiently taps against the ground beneath it, warily looking around as you wait for Yoongi’s arrival. You’ve been standing outside for 5 minutes when you hear the noise of a car unlocking in the distance. You quickly turn to look over your shoulder and watch as Yoongi comes up behind you, winks at you and makes his way to his car.

You just watch him strut to his car before getting into it, patting the roof of his car to motion for you to get in.

You quickly make your way to his car, footsteps loud as you approach his passenger’s seat, swinging the door open. “You couldn’t just drive to me?” you grumble as you climb into the seat, wincing at the stickiness between your thighs when you buckle your seatbelt.

He chuckles as he apologetically rubs your knee, tossing his phone into the cupholder near the gear shift as he starts the car. You’ve seen his car in the parking lot before, of course, how could you not? Anyone would notice a matte black Bentley anywhere. But still, sitting inside of it is surreal.

“Could you drive me home first? I just wanna get some stuff,” you carefully say, heart pounding in your throat as having to ask him something like that. But you don’t want to come tonight with your clothes smelling like sex. You just want to get some clothes.

For some reason asking him to absolutely destroy your pussy is easier than asking him to drive you home, though.

“Of course,” he replies as he turns the key in the ignition. The soft humming of the engine coming to life makes you realize this is real life, this is happening.

“You know, I’ve been wondering about something,” he starts, glancing at you as he reverses out of the parking spot. You turn to look at him and it’s like he’s asking for permission to ask you a question.

He’s pretty cute.

So, he feels comfortable putting you on the spot and accusing you of not giving a fuck about your boyfriend but now he wants to ask for permission to speak?

You nod, encouraging him to speak.

“With how big of a brat you are, I doubt you started avoiding me simply because your boyfriend didn’t like me. Is there more to the story?” he asks with his gaze still on the road, the seat belt straining against his chest allows you to see the outline of his soft pecs and you have to fight every bone in your body not to straddle him right now.

But then you process his words. And it reminds you of that night. “Oh, no, not really,” you mumble as you glance out the window, fingers picking at the loose flesh around your nails.

“You’re lying to me,” he states but his voice is soft, almost as if he’s gently reminding you of something instead of telling you off. You slowly turn your head to glance at him again. He’s got his elbow leaning on the edge of the window, rubbing his lips whilst his other hand is wrapped around the steering wheel.

“He just,” you say after a deep sigh, “told me off.” Your throat tightens as you remember the events of that night, the venomous words climbing back into your head and contaminating all your other thoughts.

Yoongi’s brows twitch as your words. “What did he say?”

You contemplate telling him. Would telling him really make a difference?

Yes, it would. Tell him.

You’re pathetic. Just looking for pity.

He asked.

You avert your gaze, staring at the road ahead of you. “He said male producers and CEOs like you take advantage of women because women like me make it so easy to.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds which is what makes you glance at him. You watch in real time as anger takes over his features, a frown on his brows and a clench in his jaw. Your eyes jump to the steering wheel as his knuckles noticeably turn white, his fist tightening around the rim.

It’s silent for a few moments.

“Do you feel like that?” he asks, quietly.

“Feel like what?”

“Like I took advantage of you.” His voice is low as he questions the situation once again, a question that’s clearly been bothering him. Your eyes trail to his face once again but he’s not looking at you, eyes still focused on the road.

“No.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything else to that but you’re the one that has a problem with the silence that settles around you.

“Since we’re asking questions,” you start, “did you divorce her because she wanted to open your marriage too?” you ask carefully, not sure if he even wants to talk about it. With you, anyway.

The car slows down at a red light and he glances over at you but you’re not looking at him, busy staring at your fidgeting fingers in your lap.

He stares for what seems like hours before turning his attention back to the road.

“Yes.”

The rest of the ride to your home is quiet.

•••

“I won’t be long,” you say once he comes to a halt in front of your home, the clicking of your seat belt unbuckling makes him look at you.

“Actually, mind if I come with?” he asks but he’s already unbuckling his seatbelt. Words are lost in your throat, you can’t seem to decline or accept.

You get out of the car, nerves suddenly bubbling in your stomach as you slam the car door shut and watch as he copies you.

“What? Never had a visitor?” he teases.

“I’ve had visitors before. I’ve never had a world renowned CEO, producer, musician, millionaire visit before,” you snark, reaching for your keys as you approach your front door.

He just smirks as he follows close behind you, hands tucked into his pockets as you unlock the entrance to your place.

You make it into your home and desperately hope it’s somewhat clean and presentable as you kick your shoes off. He quickly copies you, neatly placing his shoes by the accent table as he closes the door behind you two.

“Want something to drink?” you ask nervously, not even sure whatever’s in your fridge and hoping to God you can even offer him something drinkable.

Thankfully, he shakes his head, his eyes politely scanning the walls and furniture. “Show me your bedroom,” he says after gently placing his hand on the small of your back.

You gladly accept his request and lead him to your bedroom, thanking the Lord when you remember you actually made your bed before heading to work this morning.

You take off your cardigan as you walk in, heading towards the bathroom that’s located inside of your bedroom. “I’ll be right back,” you murmur as you take some clothes from your dresser on your way there but you’re stopped when Yoongi abruptly grabs you by the waist from the back, placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Yoongi?” you mumble, trying to hide the excitement in your voice.

“You should leave him.”

The words take you by surprise but not because of what he said. Because you already know that. Figuring out why he says it now stumps you. This is just after finding out one of the things Daniel has said to you, what would he do if he found out about everything?

Your silence speaks volumes.

You quietly continue looking for more of your stuff, trying to keep your breath steady. His hands are on the edge of your dresser, on either side of your waist, caging you in. You’re not sure whether your breathlessness is because of his proximity or his words.

“Do you love him?” His voice is soft and sincere, his breath tickling your neck. The distant scent of his familiar minty toothpaste and a hint of chocolate enters your nostrils.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts before you turn your head, looking over your shoulder to face him and quickly realizing how close he’s actually standing. You tilt your chin up to be able to look at him better, his face mere centimeters away from yours as he stares you down.

But the air isn’t the same. This isn’t sexual tension. Yoongi’s expression is serious and there’s a glimmer of something in his eyes that you can’t quite put your finger on.

A heavy silence envelops around the two of you for a few moments before you decide to speak up.

“I don’t know, okay?” you start, “I guess I don’t want anything bad to happen to him.” You think that’s the best way to describe your feelings towards Daniel.

“I do,” he mumbles under his breath, making you playfully hit his bicep.

“He saved me.” No matter how you feel about him, you feel like you have to defend Daniel. He did take care of you all those years.

“Meaning?”

You fully turn your body to face him, the edge of the dresser digging into the small of your back. “He basically kept me from going homeless, Yoongi. I can’t just leave him now that my career is taking a turn, how would that make me look? I owe him,” you explain quietly, your hands making their way to the dresser behind you, resting them next to Yoongi’s hands, on each side of your body.

“You don’t owe him shit,” he snaps, his tone oozing straight anger and his eyes burning with frustration. His words are rough but his face is soft, the puffs of air leaving his mouth gently graze your lips in the meantime.

“He’ll probably suspect me of dropping him for you. What if he tries to take you down? He knows where you live now.” You’d been giving it some thought lately and that seems to be the most likely route for Daniel to take.

But Yoongi just shrugs his shoulders, another indicator that he just doesn’t give a fuck. “I can handle a fucking loser trying to ruin my career with no evidence whatsoever.”

“Don’t call him that,” you mumble.

Why are Stockholm Syndrome symptoms suddenly forcing its way out of your mouth?

You’ve literally called him a fucking loser yourself. Get off your moral high horse.

“Y/N,” he starts and you can see him carefully choosing his words, “I don’t even know half the fucked up things he’s said to you but they aren’t things you say to someone you love.”

A lump forms in your throat, the rhythm of your heartbeat faltering for a moment as you listen to him.

“Fuck this whole ‘he’ll think I dumped him because my career is taking a turn’ bullshit, you’ve had a steady income for the past 8 months. You could’ve left him whenever you wanted.” His tone is coated with genuineness, voice so soft that you’re convinced your ears are being kissed by butterflies.

You process what he’s saying and he’s right, you know he is.

He concludes, “You don’t owe him and you definitely do not owe him your body or your love.”

You swallow down the cry that’s threatening to rip through your throat as you listen to him, biting down on your bottom lip to stop the quiver.

His eyes boring into yours almost becomes painful and it makes you look away, turning your head to the side as you stare at your wall to your left.

Your voice cracks with vulnerability when you finally tell him the truth. You clear your throat and say, “I fell out of love with him a while ago and after his behavior lately, I just want to make a run for it.”

Worry etches onto his face and he tilts his head to the side slightly. “Why? Is he violent?” he asks, carefully.

You shake your head at his words. “No, nothing like that.” You continue to stare at the wall. “But when I rejected his attempts at having sex with me and his reaction to that was throwing a tantrum and tell me my boss would never fuck me, I figured it’s only a matter of time before the Daniel I knew and loved is gone.”

The moment the words leave your lips, the room falls dead silent. In your peripheral vision you can see him staring at you but you can’t make out what he’s thinking. Not like you’ve ever been able to.

When the silence drags on for longer than you would find normal, you glance at him for a moment and look away again.

He’s fucking fuming.

His eyes are big with anger and his brows are scrunched together as if he’s trying to figure out whether he just heard you correctly.

The time to say something is right now.

You take a deep breath to collect your thoughts and finally turn to look at him. “I want to leave him, but I don’t know how.”

He stares you down for a moment longer before parting his lips to say, “That’s okay. You’ll figure it out one way or another.” He reaches up to cup your face and tilt your face up to look at him, the entire galaxy sparkling in his onyx eyes. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

A soft smile stretches onto your lips as you listen to him, your heart exploding into a million pieces and each little piece floats around his figure, reminding you that he’s quickly occupying your heart.

Snap out of it before you get emotional and sappy.

“Because whatever I want, I get, right?” you tease, watching as he physically relaxes at the fact that you’re able to joke around.

He chuckles quietly, shaking his head with a soft smile on his pink lips. “Exactly.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want too,” you say as you poke his chest, watching as it doesn’t phase him in the slightest. “So what do you want?”

He blinks at you, his signature blank expression making a full comeback when the next few words leave his mouth.

“I want to fuck you in that bastard’s bed.”

Oh.

He says it so nonchalantly, like asking you what you’d like to drink and it knocks the air out of your lungs. You part your lips to make a comeback, to flirt back, to tease him, to accept him, to reject him, to say literally anything. But you can’t.

You just stare up at him with big eyes, lips twitching every now and then but not a single word on your tongue for him.

He slowly tilts his head to the side after several moments of pure silence, leaning in closer so you have no choice but to stare back into his feline eyes as they flicker with mischief. “Cat got your tongue?”

You finally speak up and say, “That why you invited yourself in?” you quip, pushing yourself off the dresser and fully closing the distance between you two, chest pressed straight into his solar plexus.

“One of the reasons,” he replies as he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you towards the bed. You glance at the clock hanging up on your wall above your door, 3:45PM. Daniel isn’t going to be back until at least 9-10PM.

He spins around whilsts still holding onto your waist, pushing you back until your calves hit the edge of your bed. He licks his lips as he glances down at you through half-lidded eyes, a smirk on his lips that could make anyone want to pounce him.

This is so wrong.

Your fingers subtly reach for the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up and pulling it off your body. You throw it somewhere on the floor, eyes still on him. His eyes instantly drop down to eye your body, the pastel blue bra wrapped around your bust perfectly complimenting your skin complexion.

Your fingers tug your pants down, letting it pool around your ankles on the floor. You take him by surprise when you reach for the front of your bra, undoing the clasp that’s nestled in between your breasts instead of at the back.

Your breasts bounce free and it’s like Yoongi has completely forgotten about the fact that you have eyes. You sling your bra off your shoulders and toss it somewhere behind you. His gaze is glued to your breasts as he slowly reaches up to cup one but he stops his hand mid-air. He glances up at you, eyes glimmering with the hope of permission.

“I just let you bend me over a desk and fuck me at work, why wouldn’t I want you to touch my tits?” you say with a quiet giggle, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and bringing his hand closer to your breast.

“Some people have sensitive breasts,” he says, grumpily as he starts kneading your left breast, thumb circling your nipple.

As you stare at him, you lean your chin forwards and stimulate your saliva glands. You gather saliva in your mouth, holding out your tongue right above the nipple under his thumb. You let your saliva drip off your tongue and leak onto your nipple, watching as it rolls down the skin of your breast to his thumb.

His eyes shoot up at yours, his tongue swiping along his lips as he starts rolling your saliva around your erect nipple.

You hiss at the stimulation, your eyes glancing down at your breast in his hand. He slowly pushes you down onto the bed, his hand never leaving your bosom as if his hand is glued to it.

Once your back hits the mattress and your neck is on top of your soft pillows, he climbs on top of you and nestles his hips in between your thighs. You watch as he latches his lips onto your other breast, tongue swirling around. You arch your back off the bed, your belly fully pressed into him as a soft moan erupts from your throat.

Your attention is disrupted when you feel a pressure against your sex, a soft gasp leaving your lips when you look down at him. His lips never leave your breast and his eyes stay closed as he sucks gently, his other hand has travelled down your body and his fingers have slowly started rubbing delicate circles on your pussy through the fabric of your panties.

“Yoongi,” you sigh, your hips slowly starting to grind into his hand for more friction, more attention, just more.

He pushes you back down into your mattress with his palm, lifting his head as he releases your breast from his mouth before he peeks at you through his eyebrows. “Use your words, Y/N.”

You glance down at him, his intense gaze throws you all the way back to that first time you met him. His eyes are just as intense, just as black, just as gorgeous.

Your teeth sinks into your bottom lip, your eyes involuntarily scanning his entire face. There are so many things you want to do that you don’t even know where to begin.

He crawls up your body until his face is directly hovering above yours. You let out a content sigh as you slide your hands up up his chest, rubbing all around over the fabric of his dress shirt.

“Kiss me first,” you say, hands gently massaging his shoulders and feeling him tense under your palms. He’s not hiding his feelings as well as he thinks he is.

“Kiss me first, what?” he purrs, moving his hand up and rubbing your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

You grunt in annoyance, “Kiss me first, please.”

A smirk creeps on his lips but he doesn’t waste any time as he leans down and captures your lips with his. Your eyes flutter shut automatically and you melt into your mattress, goosebumps popping up all over your skin as you allow yourself to feel whatever it is you’re feeling in the moment. Revenge? Lust? Love?

Whatever it is, it has you floating on clouds. The weight of his body on yours makes you realize this isn’t a dream, it’s real life. You’re trapped under him, with nowhere to go and there’s absolutely nowhere else you’d rather be than right here.

When he pulls away, he looks into your eyes and his hand gently wraps around your breast again whilst grinding his sex into yours, causing you to gasp softly.

“So, are you gonna tell me what you want?” He rolls your erect nipple between his index finger and thumb, watching as you quietly squirm under him, leaning down and filling your neck with smirk-filled kisses.

“I want you to,” you pause, “I want you to do to me what you wanted to do to me that day on set.”

Record scratch.

Everything stops.

He’s not rolling your nipple around anymore, he’s not kissing your neck anymore, he’s not gently grinding into you anymore. He just stops.

For a moment, you’re worried, panic rumbling in your chest and whatever sound is threatening to spill from your throat, is harshly being swallowed down by all the power you can muster.

He raises his face from the crook of your neck and he finally looks at you. There’s a heaviness to his breathing, his pupils are dilated and there’s a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead. His pretty lips are swollen from all that kissing and the sight in front of you knocks the air straight out of your body.

“Is everything oka– what the hell?” you start but confusion quickly takes over you as you’re dragged all the way down to the edge of your bed. You gasp at the abrupt movement and look down as Yoongi has suddenly appeared between your thighs, knees on the floor.

He brings his hands up and slides them up and down your thighs before pushing them back. He inhales a deep breath before pushing your panties to the side, quietly cursing at the sight of your sticky sex. He licks a stripe up your slit, gathering your slick onto his tongue and moaning at the taste.

“Fuck, just like I said,” he grunts before licking another stripe up your pussy, “too fucking good for a brat.” He slides his tongue in between your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit and gently sucking on it.

You gasp, hands instantly flying to grip at his long black locks. “Wait!” you yelp but it’s no use, he’s already devouring you like you’re his last meal and you swear you see every glowing celestial body in the Milky Way on the back of your eyelids every time you blink.

You grind your hips up into his mouth, hearing him chuckle against your skin as he lets you do whatever you please, he realizes trying to hold you down is useless.

His mouth knows no mercy, licking and sucking as you continue to cry out in pleasure under him. His name rolls off your tongue so well and if you weren’t so aroused, you’d be embarrassed at how needy and desperate you sound.

There’s a sudden intrusion and you quickly realize his long fingers have been pushed into you, massaging your slick walls. A sharp gasp rips through your throat as his tongue assault your clit and his fingers fuck into you.

His mouth never lets up, sucking you for all you’re worth and sending lava down all your veins. Your head falls back, sinking into the pillows as you continue to tug on his beautiful hair. You want him even closer, even deeper, just more.

His lips retreat from your clit, his gaze shifting up to look at you squirming and writhing because of him. He continues to fuck you with his fingers whilst he takes his mouth off you, crawling up your body with his fingers still thrusting into you. He lies beside you, close to you – like during the shoot – and licks your arousal off his lips before pressing them in a sloppy kiss to yours.

You welcome the wet kiss, moving your hand up to cup the back of his head. He licks into your mouth and you moan at the taste, a hint of chocolate and your arousal lingering on his tongue.

His hand slams into your sex, the wet noises and your moaning against his lips are the only sounds you hear and the only sounds he cares about.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty,” he grunts as he pulls away from your lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck.

“I bet you say that to–”

You can’t even finish your sentence when Yoongi pulls his fingers out of your aching pussy and forces them into your mouth, shutting you up for now. You yelp as the tips of his fingers hit the back of your throat, dragging them down your tongue to spread your slick onto your wet muscle.

“I’m sick of your attitude,” he snaps, your big eyes staring up into his frustrated ones. He holds onto the eye contact for as long as he can as you suck on his fingers, moaning softly at the taste of your own pussy.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a loud pop and immediately pushes himself off your bed. He stands fully clothed in front of you whilst you’re still sprawled out in front of him on your bed, buttnaked.

“Get on your fucking knees, Y/N.” He starts unbuckling his belt with a quickness that has your breath hitched in your throat but you comply, scooting off the bed and settling on your knees in front of him without another word.

“You gonna fuck my face?” You peek up at him through your lashes, your hands neatly placed in your lap as he unzips and unbuttons his pants, leaving them loosely around his hips.

He ignores your question, not paying you any mind. You impulsively grab onto the hem of his slacks to slide them down his legs but he quickly slaps your hand away.

“You don’t deserve to see me naked,” he adds as he pulls out his hardened dick, still sticky with your own arousal from when he fucked you an hour ago. He starts unbuttoning his black dress shirt but leaves it on, just to make sure it’s not in the way for when he absolutely demolishes your throat.

You observe his dick with an extraordinary heat bursting in the pit of your stomach, unable to tear your eyes away. It’s the first time you can really clearly see his dick and you’re already salivating.

He places his hand flat on your cranium and pushes his thumb against your chin, making you open up your mouth to him.

Without so much as a warning, he forces his dick into your mouth and holds your head in place, the head of his dick slamming into your soft palate as he mercilessly fucks your face. Your hands fly up to his upper thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants as you try to steady yourself from the momentum of his thrusts.

“Always running your fucking mouth,” he groans as he throws his head back, the sounds of your gagging and saliva droplets splattering against your thighs being disgustingly loud.

You tap his thigh twice in hopes he understands and he does, he pulls right out of your mouth and stares down at you. His eyes trail the string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his dick whilst you try to catch your breath.

Both times that you crossed the line with him, he’d fix your face and clean up your makeup. However, this time is absolutely useless. Your makeup is utterly fucked, mascara smudged in black streaks down your face, the remnants of your lipliner all over your upper lip and chin.

“You look so pretty like this.” Is all he says when he decides you’ve taken enough breaths before he shoves his dick right back into your mouth which makes you squeeze your eyes shut as you try to focus on not gagging. “It’s like my dick belongs in that filthy mouth of yours.”

All the sounds that want to erupt from your throat whether that be cries, moans or screams, are forcefully pushed back down your throat by his dick.

“Eyes on me, angel.”

His voice booms in your ears and you’re convinced your eardrums have exploded at how loud he sounds. He isn’t even close and he isn’t even loud but whenever he says anything sexy, you swear he’s talking straight to your soul, his voice is inside of your head, his presence is all around you

And he’s got your soul in his grasp, his hands tightly wrapped around it, the hands that you forced him into wrapping around you. You fed the chaos in his soul and now you’re facing the consequences. You’ve never cared much for consequences.

Your teary eyes glance up at him, involuntarily blinking repeatedly to stop your vision from becoming blurry but nothing helps as long as his dick hits the back of your throat.

“That’s it, fuck.” His hips stutter as he makes eye contact with you. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll cum in no time,” he adds, voice wavering before a soft moan follows his words.

You innocently blink up at him as you take what he gives you. Fucking your mouth is his way of finally shutting you up and it’s exactly what you’ve been pushing him to do.

He abruptly pulls out of your mouth, watching as you gasp for air. His dick is completely lathered in your saliva and he loves it, by the looks of it as his eyes scan the string of your spit still connected to his dick. “Are you on birth control?”

The question takes you by surprise for a moment as you continue to steady your breathing, nodding your head to wordlessly answer his question.

“Will you let me cum inside of you?”

The air you so desperately tried to get back, knocks out of your lungs all over again as you listen to his request. Your stomach clenches, your intestines knot around each other, your heart jolts against your ribcage.

You quickly nod your head to his question. Disgustingly, there’s nothing more you want.

He hunches over, wraps his hands around your biceps and yanks you up to your feet. You let out a surprised gasp at his strength until you realize you’ve already been thrown onto your bed when your back hits the soft material of your mattress.

You wipe your saliva with the back of your hand and prop yourself up on your elbows to watch his every move. He doesn’t waste any time as he drags you all the way to the edge of your mattress again, this time standing in between your legs. He holds your thighs apart, each hand wrapping around your calves.

He lets go of one of your legs to position himself, guiding his dick to your sex. He rubs the head of his dick in between your sticky folds, making you whine at his teasing. “Aht, aht,” he retorts, wordlessly telling you to stop your whining.

You scowl at him but not for long when he slides right into you, your eyes going wide and a yelp leaving you at the delicious intrusion. He grunts as he bottoms out, head thrown back as he takes the time to collect himself.

Your eyes trail down his face to his throat, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down and his face is scrunched in pleasure.

“Pussy too fucking good for an insufferable brat,” he grunts as he finally looks down, returning the eye contact.

You pinch your brows together as you glare up at him, parting your lips to shoot a comeback at him but the words fall apart on your tongue as he starts thrusting into you.

You whimper his name and he just nods. He mockingly nods at your pathetic cries and whimpers as he starts lifting the one leg he’s still holding. He pushes it further back toward your own torso to spread you even wider before he picks up the pace and starts fucking into you like he has somewhere to be, his free hand coming down to rub barely-there, teasing circles onto your pulsating clit.

“Yoongi!” you cry out. He chuckles at your helplessness, he just watches as you squirm under him. Who knew someone who enjoyed running their mouth so much would be so sensitive?

“If you’re going to act like a brat, at least take it like one.” He retreats his fingers and starts taking his black dress shirt off, wiggling it off his shoulders and tossing it to the side.

You almost moan at the sight of his bare chest, your hand reaching out to touch him. You trail your hand down his stomach, fingers gently grazing his soft honey skin. Finally touching his bare skin has your blood pumping through your veins at maximum speed.

He wickedly smirks down at you, cocking his eyebrow in amusement as he watches you scramble to touch his skin. He’s enjoying this.

Yoongi brings his hand back down to your sex to continue his torturous teasing on your clit, watching as you try to buck your hips into his hand for more friction but he just presses you down by your pelvic bone. “Just sit still and take it.”

Your hand reaches between your thighs, wanting to relieve yourself but thinking he’d let you do that is one of your dumber ideas.

He drops your leg and instead grabs both your wrists, pinning them against your stomach to keep you restrained as he continues to fuck into you.

“Please!” you whimper as tears start streaming down the sides of your face, trickling down your temples and into your hairline. With every thrust, his pelvis barely grazes your clit and it’s driving you insane. “Please. Please, I’ll do anything. Please.” You’ve already been robbed of your orgasm and he won’t even let you get yourself there because you brought it upon yourself.

An evil smirk creeps onto his lips as he watches you fall apart under him, writhing as you try to free your wrists from his grasp, satisfaction etched on his face at his victory. He finally broke you.

“I don’t know, I’m really enjoying the view right now.” He lets his eyes roam your pathetic face, down to your breasts bouncing from the impact of his thrusts, down to watch how his dick constantly disappears inside of you. “Besides, didn’t you say you weren’t ever going to beg me for anything ever again?”

“Yoongi, please! Please,” you sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head which makes you close them.

“Hey,” he pauses, his thrusts also coming to a halt. He brings one of his hands up while the other keeps your wrists restrained, and pats your jaw a few times, not hard but not soft either. “Eyes on me, Y/N.”

Your eyes lazily crack open as you glare at him, that’s when you see him smirking again before he nods. “Atta girl,” he says as he finally lets go of your wrists and flicks his tongue up the pad of his thumb before bringing it down to furiously rub your clit.

His single touch electrifies your entire body, all your veins bursting with a million volts. You push your cranium further into your mattress, your arms coming up to squeeze the sheets on each side of your head as you take his addicting torture without another word but with a whole lot of pathetic whimpering and pornographic moaning.

He wickedly grins at how you’re starting to come undone under him, using one of his hands to tug his pants further down his legs before ditching his boxers too, still not messing up the pace of his thrusts. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I,” you pause, shaking your head as you try to get the words out. “I love it so much.”

“Hm,” he hums as he casually starts picking up the pace of his hips, bringing your leg up against his chest and the single switch in position has him hitting you even deeper, his other hand coming up to massage your bouncing breast in his hand. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

You want to provoke him, say another name, say your own name, say anything else but you can’t. You can’t bring yourself to say anything else but him. And you do.

“You.”

He nods again as he now returns his focus to his thumb that’s circling your clit, speeding up as he pushes you toward your orgasm. He retreats his hand from your breast, moving it up your thigh to your calve that’s pressed into his chest. He gives the side of your leg a soft kiss but never breaks eye contact with you.

He can tell your orgasm is approaching fast by the way your thighs clench and your walls tighten around him. “You gonna cum all over me?”

You furiously nod, trying to stop your legs from violently jerking as your orgasm builds up in the pit of your stomach.

“You want it really bad, don’t you?” he mockingly says. The way he says it with so much smugness on his face, so much cockiness in his tone and so much arrogance in the way he fucks you drives you up the fucking wall but much to your surprise, he doesn’t torture you any further. He thrusts into you with twice as much fervor, his thumb rubs your clit just the way you like it, his own throat letting moans spill at the way your walls tighten around him.

Finally, the knot in your stomach snaps and your brain explodes with incredible amounts of dopamine as you finally orgasm, your second orgasm of the day hitting you twice as fucking hard.

The pathetic sobs that make your entire body shake like a feather in the wind would embarrass you on any other day but right now your mind is clouded with Yoongi and only Yoongi. He already knows the effect he has on you, you’ve stopped caring at this point.

He fucks you through your orgasm as if he’s got something to prove to you, your wailing encouraging him to fuck you harder with each passing second.

His breaths are getting heavier, his thrusts inconsistent and his dick is twitching between your walls. “Where,” he pauses, “where can I cum?”

“I already told you,” you reply right away, wrapping your legs around his waist to cage him in.

“Fuck, are you sure?” he asks you, trying to slow down his thrusts to get your confirmation first.

“I thought this pussy belonged to you? Prove it, then.” Is all you say and it sends Yoongi right over the edge because right as the words leave your mouth, warm liquid shoots straight into you. paints your walls white and swear words fall from his lips as he continues to fuck his load into you.

More moans spill from you as he rides out of his own high, his head thrown back, hair sticking to his sweaty skin and his chest dramatically rising and falling. You never want to forget the sight in front of you.

After a couple more heavy breaths and his final few sloppy thrusts, Yoongi collapses on top of you. His heavy breath tickles your neck and it makes you squirm, but the soft kisses he’s pressing to your neck has your mind travelling to different places, no longer paying attention to anything else.

After a while he rolls off of you, lying on his back next to you. You lie there with your legs still spread, his cum leaking out of you and your own lungs searching for air. Your eyes trail to his figure next to you, eyes glued to his rising and falling chest.

He turns his head to look at you, a wicked grin on his lips and you quickly realize in this moment that you’re only bratty when you’re horny.

Because him just looking at you has you thinking you’re back in that backroom from your battle rap shows and Yoongi just walked in to speak to you for the first time.

Your cheeks instantly heat up and you avert your gaze, your forearm subtly draping over your chest in an attempt to hide your naked body from him.

Girl, he just came inside of your pussy. Be serious.

“Nah,” he mumbles as he reaches for your wrist and tugs on it. “Don’t hide yourself now. All that shit you were talking.”

You grumble and move to turn your back to him but he stops you, pulling you into his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?” he huffs.

You glance up at him but can’t stare for very long when his face closes in on yours. Your eyelids flutter close when he presses his lips to yours. You fall onto your back as he moves to hover over you, one of his hands resting on your waist. You move your own hands up to cup his face, melting into his kiss and allow yourself to forget about everything.

He hums into the kiss, and you can feel him smiling against your lips which makes your insides burst with butterflies. It’s pathetic how much he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

“Déjà vu?” he chuckles against the skin of your throat, making squirm a bit at the tickle. You quickly make the connection in your brains that he’s referring to the music video shoot.

“Yeah but the only difference is that–” You abruptly cut yourself off.

He climbs up to hover his face over yours again, his black eyes taking over your vision like you’re being stared down by a lion. “What is it?”

“Nevermind.”

“Y/N, tell me.”

You take a moment to think about how you’re going to say what’s been on your mind ever since the shoot. “I was a bit conflicted. I thought that I was either incredibly unsexy or that you had a micropenis. I couldn’t feel anything,” you laugh, pointing out how you didn’t feel anything poking you that day.

His face visibly shifts from confusion to relief as he quietly laughs, shaking his head. “That why you tried provoking me by saying I had a micropenis?”

A sheepish look creeps onto your face as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. You don’t say or do anything to confirm his words, which makes him believe his own speculation even more.

“Trust me, you were definitely not unsexy. On the contrary, actually. The reason why you didn’t feel anything is because I asked them to use one of those erection barriers on me so I wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. It’s some sort of squishy padding that they sew into underwear.”

Your heart jolts so hard against your lungs that you’re convinced you’ve almost broken a few ribs. Your eyes dramatically widen at what he just told you. The thought of him being that considerate hadn’t even crossed your mind. “Really?”

He simply nods, his hands softly trailing your bare waist down to your hip, massaging your skin.

You stare at him for a few moments and it looks like he’s actually being sincere. You can’t help it, you’re a bit surprised. You know he’s been very considerate and caring so you hate that you’re shocked now but you really had no idea.

And you wish you didn’t because the familiar feeling of your heart pounding, your throat going dry and your entire body heating up tells you that you feel more for this man than a simple crush. Fuck.

After you’ve composed yourself, you stay quiet. You don’t want to sound like a fool and you don’t want him to think you’re one.

Only then do you realize he’s been staring you down with a shit-eating smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

“What?” you mumble, lazy eyes looking into his. You want to scowl at him but you’re so fucked out, you can’t even bring yourself do that.

“Your makeup is so fucked,” he laughs, shaking his head as his eyes trail the makeup-stained apples of your cheeks.

You grunt in annoyance, “Well? Aren’t you going to clean me up like you like to do?” You move your hand down his face to his neck and rest it on his bare chest as you blink up at him.

“Why would I do that?” he asks before adding, “I’m not done with you.”

Fuck.

Your breath is stuck in your throat. Is he crazy?

Well, he may be crazy but you’ve got to be batshit fucking deranged.

Because not even 5 minutes later, you let him turn you over, yank your ass up by your hips and fuck you into your boyfriend’s bed for another hour before he takes you to his own home to fulfill his promise of fucking you on every piece of furniture in his home.

And he does.

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Mixtape | Series Masterlist | myg (m)

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: Growing up with Yoongi as your older brother’s best friend was bound to manifest a crush. It was small, fleeting. Gone with age and time. On a holiday trip to the cabin, you’re reunited with Yoongi after not seeing him from two years. Maybe that crush wasn’t as over as you thought it was.

❀ Word Count: 68,554

❀ Genre: Older brothers best friend, f2l, a lil’ angst

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

Masterlist | Ask | Playlist |

Chapter One

→ In which you re-unite with your friends after two years, dragging up old memories, good and bad, and in which Yoongi gets just a taste of what he has been missing.

Chapter Two

→ In which you and Yoongi end up sharing a room in Jungkook's desperation to get laid.

Chapter Three

→ In which you and Yoongi ride the high and enjoy the moment - except you get stuck in a closet with him while your brother is on the other side of the door.

Chapter Four

→ In which it all comes crashing down, and theres no way around, only through.

Extra Chapter

→ Celebrating Agust D is your new favorite pastime

Extra Chapter

→ Yoongi visits you in your city and everything goes wrong

Extra Chapter

→ Yoongi can't stop thinking about the lost cat outside your new apartment

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Recently heartbroken, it feels like you’ll never be able to get over it. But a chance encounter with a guy you haven’t seen in months changes everything…

pairing; min yoongi x f reader | feat. kim namjoon x f reader au/genre/warnings; (semi) fuck buddies au, rebound au, unrequited feelings, angst, smut, romance, happy ending words; 61,143

↳ the index

#1 rebound

#2 more

#3 sound

#4 hurt

#5 mistake

#6 weak

#7 fallingforyou

#8 love

↳ drabbles

masterlist here

↳ extras

PBN vibes // PBN playlist // PBN Jin drabble

Written 2018 - 2022. Reworked/re-edited 2021-22. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

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- match made in hell (m) ; masterlist

“Yoongi truly can’t imagine things getting any worse than the predicament he has found himself in now. Betrothed to a woman he hasn’t met, career on hold and his parents pressuring him into marriage with a sharp stick, ushering him to walk off the plank into the fiery pits of hell that is arranged matrimony with some poor, foolish girl.

But, just as he is wrapping up his inner monologue of self-pity, a figure darkens the door of his parents’ living room. Flagged by your parents, you stand with your jaw hanging open, looking just as horrified as Yoongi feels.

Of all the people, of course - of fucking course - it had to be you.”

myg / rivals to lovers + arranged marriage au + dr!yoongi

warnings: mention of addiction, violence, threat, blackmail, explicit smut, exhibitionism, hate sex, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), food play, knife play (oop), instance of collaring (though this is in a humorous scenario), dirty talk, face sitting, dom!yoongi, jealousy, some angst and pining, etc.

note: yes, this is the long awaited teaser for yoongi’s story! i have been holding off posting for a little while bc charade is still not finished, but pls enjoy this little peek into dr min’s own story!

note 2: obviously, this oc is not the same oc as in charade!

ongoing (51k) | playlist

x mismatch x foreboding x wicked union x honeymoon bliss x money maketh man x boiling point x mirror’s image (m) x beneath the cracks x sexessful agreement (m) x let it burn (m) x fast and (not so) furious (m) x safe and sound (m) x out like a light x come back and haunt me x epilogue

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Chasing Stars, Losing You

I'll be damned, cupid's demanding back his arrow

PAIRING: jung jaehyun x reader

GENRE: exes to lovers, slow burn, angst, slice of life, fluff, eventual smut, ceo!jaehyun (yes, we love him), model!reader, mentions of Taeyong, Yuta, Mark and Johnny

WORD COUNT: 14k+ words

WARNINGS: mentions of eating disorder, smoking, usage of drugs, self-harming, toxic relationship (?)

SYPNOSIS: When your relationship got announced, it made noises louder that anyone could've imagined. Of course it will, a pair containing a supermodel and a CEO of one of the most successful enterprise that made a name in both the fashion and business industry. But soon enough, everyone witnessed how the perfect relationship they had been envying crumbled down into tiny pieces until there's nothing left to pick up.

TAGS: @lovingvoidgoatee @jaessunflower214 @fluffyjaes @hopefulchick @clblnz @jaehyunsprincess @haebragi @lorenakaspersen @joepomonerof @sadstuffonthestreet @carelessshootanonymous-blog @iraa567 @ethelia

A/N: aaaand it's finally out! it took me forever to finish this fic as this was the longest one I've written after taking a break from writing so bare with me if some scenes seemed to be missing something. and also, this isn't beta read so excuse the grammatical errors, typos and such. anyways, enjoy reading! like and reblogs with comments are highly appreciated! <3

Walking on soft clouds, that's what you felt every second you were with Jung Jaehyun.

The industry itself had told you to fuck off and go back to little hole you used to hide at. Stomping over you and shouting you shits to make you realize that you're not fucking worthy of everything they had to offer. The modelling industry, despite you being a supermodel, had broke you into pieces more than one could've ever imagined.

But Jaehyun was there to fix you up, every damn time it happened. Jaehyun who was always there to gather you in his loving arms, whispering praises and assurance. Jaehyun who showered you with nothing but affection. Jaehyun who made you a hot chocolate with snow man marshmallows even though it's summer because he knew it was your favorite.

Jaehyun who cancelled an important meeting with a client because you called him, expressing how much you wanted to watch this movie and that day was your only free time. Jaehyun who, despite having a tight schedule, managed to come to all of your fashion shows to support you. Jaehyun who displayed your magazines in his office proudly.

Everytime he's beside you, everyone disappears together with your worries about the world. With all those giggles, cuddles and just overall having him around-- you couldn't ask for more. Jung Jaehyun was the man that you decided you wanted to be with for the rest of your life.

Jaehyun was your own heart.

Your relationship consisted of right balance of public and private. You don't reveal as much on your social medias but also didn't deprived everyone on getting a glimpse of your life. Any special events that happened, they already expected either of you to post a picture of the other.

Jaehyun and you made sure that you still have the privacy you should own while also happily sharing moments with the fans. It was a decision made by the both of you.

Though it was hard to attain a free time, you two always made sure spend it to the fullest. Not by travelling from country to country, no. You spent it by being in each other's arms, feeling the warmth of one another. Bonding over watching movies or cooking together. Because for you, having the other around was enough.

Your manager even suggested that you should make a youtube channel and upload your vlogs with Jaehyun. She was so sure that everyone would be more than happy to see those videos. You shrugged and said that you'll ask Jaehyun about it.

He agreed, actually. And your first vlog was about one of your cooking slash baking chronicles. Jaehyun, much to everyone's surprise, was very good at baking while you, at the other hand, enjoyed watching him and tasting his products.

''How's the mixing going, chef?'' You giggled beside him, pointing the camera at his handsome face. Blush was evident on his cheeks, still not used to having someone take a video of him if not for business purposes.

''Hey, you have to answer my question,'' You poked his crimson cheeks and squished it with one hand lightly.

Jaehyun smiled, ''It's going fine, they're going smooth now.''

Satisfied, you diverted the camera to the mixing bowl in front of your boyfriend. It didn't took him long before finishing it up and moving to the next part which was chilling the dough.

You propped the lenses so it could face both of you and looked at Jaehyun through the screen. ''So, what're we gonna do while waiting for the dough to rise?'' You asked him with a raise of an eyebrow.

''Stare at it 'til it's done,'' Jaehyun replied with a small snicker. You jokingly shook your head and sighed in disbelief of his humor, in which he whined at. He circled his arms around your waist and buried his face on your neck, muttering something about you now have to give him kisses because you hurt his feelings.

You only chuckled at him, ''Fine, I'll give you kisses later.''

You figured that you'll just put a timelapse of you and Jaehyun watching a movie as you waited for the dough to rise. When the time came, you decided to offer rolling down the dough and shaping it to the shapes you like. It varies from simple circles to stars and clouds. After doing so, you popped to the oven and before you knew it, you and Jaehyun were already packing it to share to your friends and kids at the orphanage.

Arriving at the orphanage, you were met by kids rushing towards the both of you as if you were parents who came from work. ''Oh! careful there, Taehee,'' You softly reminded the little girl, catching her just in time.

Jaehyun sat at the floor and you settled beside him, you don't want to risk breaking the little chairs trying to fit your grown asses to them. ''Mister Jaehyun, what is that?'' The 4 year old boy, looked at the packet with shining eyes.

''This is a cookie, Taeho. You told me last time that you like them right?'' Jaehyun smiled widely with his eyes that only a fool could say that it wasn't genuine. Taeho gasped and fell to the floor dramatically, a hand over his mouth as he processed what Jaehyun said before.

''Hey, everyone, listen! Mister Jaehyun brought us cookies!'' Taeho shouted in excitement, jumping up and down. The children went from being scattered around the room to running towards Jaehyun, tackling him to a hug. Some were even kissing his face to express gratitude.

''I brought cookies too,'' You pouted at the lack of attention given, raising your little packets as well to show them. Taehee and some of the others ran to you, ''Don't be sad, I'll try yours!'' Taehee grinned at you while reaching to the cookies.

The staffs wanted to take a picture and video of both of you to show the world how genuine and kind you were to the kids. But refrained themselves because they knew you weren't doing this for publicity. So they just enjoyed watching you taking care of them, giving each child the same attention.

''Wow, who's that beautiful princess I am seeing?'' Jaehyun exaggeratedly said, rubbing his eyes with his fists to take 'double-look' to Taehee who was twirling around in front of him with a crown on her head. ''You look so pretty, Taehee!'' He complimented, even clapping his hands as if he just finished watching some high-quality theater show.

You snorted at Jaehyun's actions, finding it cute how he tried so hard to praise Taehee in every possible way. Your heart was warm watching the interactions exchanged between them. Admit or not, you had imagine how Jaehyun would be such a good father to your own children.

Snapping out of your little bubble, you turned around when you felt a little tap on your shoulder. Taeho was standing behind you, holding a piece of paper. ''Hey, what's that, buddy?'' You pointed at the bond paper in his hands. He sat on your lap and showed you a drawing, one look from it and you could tell it's a vision of a 'perfect' family.

At first, you though Taeho drew what seemed to be his desire. His want to meet his parents again and be with them. But you were wrong. Taeho took a few inhales and exhales, catching his breath.

He first pointed at the two kids, ''This is me and Taehee,'' You nodded at the mention of his twin. ''This is Mister Jaehyun,'' His finger moved to the male adult. ''And this is you!'' Lastly, at the female adult. ''I drew us!'' Taeho cheered happily.

You paused for a moment before grinning widely, ''Oh that's so cool, Taeho! You did so great!''

''Our teacher at school told us to drew our family but I don't have mommy and daddy so I drew you and Mister Jaehyun,'' He explained. You told him how you were thankful that he considered you as a family and complimented his drawing, telling him he have a future for it.

The visit ended with you bringing home the precious masterpiece of Taeho and a kiss from all the kids. It was already night when you and Jaehyun reached your apartment. Once you finished showering, Jaehyun came next.

''I saved some cookies for you at the fridge,'' Jaehyun muttered, giving you a sweet kiss before entering the shower. You only hummed at him. Minutes went by and Jaehyun went on his way to get his pajamas at the living room inside his small luggage-- getting a peak of the kitchen.

And when Jaehyun saw you throwing out the cookies he made, he said nothing.

Weeks had past by, fashion week were coming quicker that you had expected. You're booked to the brim and that was what Jaehyun was worrying about. You rarely responded to his texts, not answering his calls most of the time. He couldn't even get the chance to visit you himself as he's busy as well so he made sure to send flowers and letters everyday to your apartment.

''Oh lord, you're gaining weight, dear,'' The designer, seemingly horrified, whispered to your ears as he stared at you through the mirror, tightening the laces of your top with a struggle. You pursed your lips, of course you noticed this as well. It was the lack of exercise, you thought.

The fitting had come to an end with a sound of disappointed 'tsk's was heard from the designer beside you, a few shakes of his head and a sigh. You remained standing in front of your reflection, staring and observing your body. The man came up to your side again, holding your shoulders and smiled softly.

''Listen, dear. You already look pretty, angelic even,'' That pricked out a single thorn of your throat but what he said next poured a ton of thorns right after the relief. ''But you would suit my designs more-- no, you would be more beautiful if you lose weight. Remember what I told you before? Beauty equals to skinny. You're not beautiful if you're not skin and bones.''

And you agreed. Models who doesn't have their ribs showing through their skin have no place in the fashion industry. The clothes wouldn't hang pretty on you if there were fat getting on the way. He was right. You should lose weight.

Travelling around the city, going from places to another. It was safe to say that you were emotionally and physically tired. Even with all of those you still have to keep a good physical appearance for the paparazzis who were hungry for a snap of you at any given time.

You were done for the day and could finally sleep in your own apartment instead of sleeping on a mattress and sharing a hotel room with your manager. Sighing, you took off your shoes and hang your coat behind the door. Making your way to the kitchen to grab some water.

What surprised you was being met by the back of a man, cooking at your kitchen while humming and whistling to the music being played. You knew that back so well. ''Jae?'' You murmured under your breath but he turned around any way, with that smile of his that you love so much.

''Surprise?'' Jaehyun quirked an eyebrow, smirking at you for a second before placing down the pan at the table, which you didn't noticed was already set. ''Have a seat,'' He gestured and you did.

Seeing all the foods that he prepared, you appreciate it, truly. But you can't deny the nervousness bubbling up inside you, all those comments from countless designers and other models flashing your mind. You gulped as you remembered what they said,

''Lose some weight, will you?''

''You're getting fat, dear.''

''Skin and bones are the only acceptable thing here.''

''Fashion show or laying in your bed with all those fats inside of you?''

''God, you look awful!''

Not being able to take those thoughts anymore, you pushed the plate off the table-- the one Jaehyun was serving you his food. The plate shattered on the floor as your hands shook violently, heavy breaths to accompany your shaky eyes.

Jaehyun rushed to your side, hugging you and whispering comforting things at you like he always did. He caressed your hair while continuously planting kisses on your head, hugging you even tighter. He wanted you to feel nothing but absolute protection in his arms.

A few minutes passed and you still haven't calmed down yet. Jaehyun didn't know what else to do as you haven't panicked this long before. As you tried to control your breath, you felt something coming up to your throat when your eyes glanced at the food in front of you.

Thrashing in Jaehyun's embrace, you ran to the bathroom and threw up whatever you can. It wasn't long when you felt Jaehyun holding up your hair, helping you.

You thought about nothing but the fear of eating the food that has so many calories. Fear of gaining weight and losing validation in your field of work.

The next time you saw Jaehyun was when you came home from visiting another brand, preparing for the nearing show. ''Hi, love,'' Jaehyun greeted you with a hug, ready to smell the scent of vanilla on you but was met with a unpleasant one. ''Why do you,'' You pulled away from him in confusion. ''Are you smoking?'' He questioned with his face scrunched up, not liking the smell one bit.

You chuckled, ''What? Of course not, babe. Why would I smoke?'' You shrugged off his questions just like that, kissing his cheek before walking away to take a bath and get ready for bed.

The next morning, Jaehyun woke up without you beside him and he figured out you've already woken up. He made his way out of the room, stretching and yawning but glad that you two finally have a free time to spend with each other. What happened last night was long forgotten, maybe you were telling the truth. There's no reason for you to even lie to him, right?

Wrong, because the moment Jaehyun stepped a foot to the living room, he saw your figure sitting at the balcony with smoke surrounding you. Clearly, there was an ash tray at the table by your side and clearly, you've finished quite a few already.

He stomped towards you way, opening the door harshly before getting the cig out of your mouth and threw them on the ground. ''What the fu-- Jae!'' You stood up from your chair, shocked and eyes widened. ''Not smoking, huh? Then what is this?'' Jaehyun glared at the remains of your cigarettes that was displayed at the table.

He didn't shouted at you. He didn't forced you to say why and how you've to this point. Only accepting the fact that this was something you used as a coping mechanism.

What he can't accept was he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't bring himself to help you get out of that addictive nicotine because slowly, he was afraid to admit that he was getting deprived of time to spend with you.

Hours to days, days became weeks and weeks turned into months. It has been so long since Jaehyun last talked to you. Scrolling to your conversations only made his friends give him a pat of pity on his shoulder because of how many messages of his was left unread by you.

His father had told him that the Jung Enterprise was already nearing its peak and as the CEO, it was Jaehyun's job to reach and maintain it. But it wouldn't work if Jaehyun kept cancelling meetings just to stay at your apartment. Waiting like a puppy for you to come home, which you never did.

It must be the exhaustion in him because he supposed, if you're not gonna reply, might as well drown himself in work, right? And so, Jaehyun decided that it'll be better for him to just divert his attention.

His schedules became packed, meetings after meetings. Signing and approving papers. Moving places from one another. Jaehyun forgot what the words; 'eat' and 'sleep' meant.

Slowly, Jaehyun was able to get a taste of power. It was like he was getting suffocated by the amount of glory and yet he's enjoying that said suffocation. The pleasure he got whenever everyone praised how Jung Enterprise kept climbing up to the top, never failing even once along the way.

This was something he had been dreaming since he was introduced to their business.

And you bet, Jung Jaehyun would exchange this for anything else.

You weren't exactly sure whether to be happy now that you're once again driving back to your apartment. The apartment where you lived all alone, cold even though you're inside your blankets.

While might say otherwise, you would prefer staying a hotel rather than your 'home'. You're just too caught up with all these castings and fittings that you found your apartment a little too 'unfamiliar'. You didn't know how it started but you surely knew where this was leading to.

Because you've been here before, and you knew exactly how to deal with these. But Jaehyun doesn't.

''Oh now, what-- you're into drugs?'' A scoff behind you was heard. You knew you had to explain yourself but you can't afford. Not you've finally got your stomach to stop grumbling about hunger. You got filled without even actually consuming food inside your body. Bonus points for the euphoria you're in, making you feel like on cloud nine.

You hissed but made no effort to face him, continuing to inhale it as the smell of burning leaves infiltrate Jaehyun's nostrils. He pinched the bridge of him nose before walking to your front and throwing the blunt away. Just like what he did with your cigar.

Seeing your blunt being thrown away clicked something inside of you. Standing up, you pushed Jaehyun away. ''What the fuck is wrong with you?!'' Scrambling to search for the thrown weeds with your bloodshot eyes.

''What the fuck is wrong with me? No, what the fuck is wrong with you! Look at yourself! Are you even sleeping?! Are you even eating?!'' Jaehyun spewed out, looking at you as if you're some ridiculous human being.

You glared at him by the mention of eating, ''Why do you fucking care? Just go play in your little office or something..'' You whispered the last sentence harshly before pushing him and made your way out, immediately going to the bathroom.

There you puked even though you hadn't eaten anything for days, bunch of slimy liquids were the only ones that made it out. Just the thought of consuming those calories and gaining weight was something you couldn't bear.

Jaehyun wouldn't understand the pressure of having to stay skinny. He would never. He was born with 2 loving parents and a company for him to inherit the moment he was born. Jaehyun was surrounded by people who loves him while you only have him. Jaehyun would never understand that you don't want to gain weight.

You can't. You need to stay light. You HAVE to stay skinny in order for you to stay relevant in the model industry. You've done a lot to work your way on the top. You've already had a grip of your dream, and you would never let it slip out of your hands.

''I don't know, man. That sounds tough,'' Mark, a friend of his, tilted his head with the emphasize of 'tough'. Jaehyun had told him about the state of your relationship. Days wouldn't pass by without his mind boggling him about it.

Playing with a pen on his fingers, Jaehyun chewed on his bottom lips. ''Do you think it'll be better if we cool off?'' he said lowly and it made Mark froze. The younger took a breath and ran his hand on his face, ''Dude, I mean- it's fine to take a break once in a while and you obviously need it, yes.''

Mark looked down, ''If you think that it'll mend the crack then go for it, but if you think it'll do otherwise, might as well just- you know?''

Jaehyun's eyebrows furrowed, confused, ''Well?''

The younger sighed, feeling himself get older much faster just by having a talk with the CEO, ''What I'm trying to say is that, talk to her first. She could be going through something right now, and she might need someone to be at her side.''

Mark shook his head, giving him a dismissive gesture as he stood up to leave. The door opened at the same time, revealing Jaehyun's secretary, ''Sir? Meeting at 3 minutes,'' He reminded Jaehyun.

Jaehyun nodded, getting a few of his papers before walking towards the door with Mark following behind him.

Thinking about what the younger said, the CEO could feel himself question his worth for you. He can't give help to someone who doesn't want help, Jaehyun thought. Maybe his efforts weren't enough for you to trust him?

Jaehyun wouldn't admit it any time soon but he knew that the cool off suggestion was just something that covers what he truly had in mind.

It had been a week since you last contacted Jaehyun, ever since then, you hadn't been replying to his texts and calls. It was the epitome of unexpected but welcomed, though. Cutting him like that wasn't intentional but it sure has brought you some fresh air to breath.

Being with Jaehyun these past few weeks was very suffocating for you even when you've only spent the littlest time together. You felt your every move being watched and you actions being limited. Like a child with her parent.

You inhaled and exhaled the smoke, feeling lighter with every hit of the addictive leaves. Smiling to yourself, you felt at ease like this, no one to look at you as if judging every single step you take.

Your attention was diverted when your front door busted open and clear traces of footsteps were heard coming towards you. It was long before it revealed a fuming Jaehyun.

No words were said as he opened his phone and threw it to you without care.

''A week without having any contact with you and this is the first news that'll greet me? What the fuck are you doing to yourself?'' Jaehyun's voice was calm but his tone can be considered as harsher than the last time he talked to you.

Confusion displayed on your face as you stride towards the thrown cellphone that landed at the table, it showed an article. Without even reading the contents of it, you already knew what is was about, looking by the picture below the headlines. Big bold letters accompanied by photos taken as a proof.

Everyone aren't as innocent as they portrayed to be.

And there you are, looking shit as ever. Beside you was someone you know that held a syringe, injecting morphine to your body.

You scoffed at it, ''It's just morphine, why the fuck are they acting like nobody else used drugs?'' Jaehyun couldn't believe what he was hearing, he can feel his ears stinging with every words you say. ''Are you hearing yourself right now? Just because you've seen someone used it, doesn't mean that you gotta do it as well. Be fucking mature for once and think of your health.''

''Ah, you're done with playing as the perfect boyfriend so now you're moving to act as if you're a fucking advisor or something? like a father who 'knows the best for his daughter', huh? Is that it? Or you have an important meeting in about 5 minutes so you're getting rid of me because you couldn't fucking prioritize your girlfriend before you company!''

Every word felt like a thorn stabbing at your heart as you let Jaehyun know what he had put you through when he started to change. That you still have feeling and emotions. That you were hurting as well, just like other normal human being.

Jaehyun let out a sound of disbelief, ''That only happened when you decided it's better to focus on getting high, smoking different shits everyday than to solve things out with your boyfriend like other normal human being. So yes, maybe I did prioritized my company before my girlfriend. 'Cause even drowning myself in work gives me more assurance that I- for the least -worth something than being with my girlfriend who doesn't even wanna fucking talk to me,''

''Oh my god, stop being so fucking far up your ass!'' Screams filled the room as you threw your coat at the man in front you. He was breathing heavily like you are, gripping his hands to a fist.

The way he worded everything, it was like all of these were your fault. It was as if you took the happiness and love away from the relationship who used to be full of it. It was like you've dragged this relationship down with you, ruining both at the same time until they were impossible to fix.

''All these past months, I've been trying to understand all your shenanigans with your modelling! I even cancelled a fucking meeting with a big client for you! And now you're telling me that all I think about is myself?'' It was like venom dripped out of his mouth as he spit out the words. It hurts but you couldn't care less. You're done pretending as if you're still in a happy and healthy relationship.

As weeks passed by, you were falling deep into a hellhole. You, yourself, doesn't even know if you can trust Jaehyun to save you from it. Considering how he was more determined to bring his company to the top rather than helping you out of your cave, you presume that being with Jaehyun further brought you nothing but more pain and suffering.

Yet Jaehyun doesn't know how you both had come to this. Was it so bad for him to want the best for his company? Was it so bad for him to work on his dreams? Ever since you and him became official, his focus was only on you. So how come he became the selfish one here?

''God, that company again-- then go! The door is fucking open for you to leave anytime! I can't deal with this shit anymore. If you continue acting like a fucking God who had done everything to save his people everytime you cancel a fucking meeting, then you find someone else to roleplay with you!''

''Fine then! I can't also deal with someone so narcissistic. So narcissistic that she can't see the efforts of her man to help her because all she sees is herself and how fucking great she is-- fine! I'll fucking leave. Anywhere is better than being here with someone who can't fucking see the value of other people.'' That was the last thing Jaehyun said before walking away, closing the door behind him harshly as remains of him stayed at your condo.

Jaehyun was no longer your own heart. Instead, he was a walking hammer that smashed your heart into pieces.

Social Elite Modelling Agency had announced the break up of the infamous 'perfect relationship' involving Jung Jaehyun and their model, Y/N.

she deserves it

if I was in Jung's place, I would leave her too

she looks like she hadn't eaten for days, hope she's doing okay

Jaehyun seemed like a very good guy, what happened?

first her career and now her relationship, she always ruins everything good.

-> true, I wouldn't be surprised if she was the reason of their break up, she's the epitome of problem.

the guy was like perfect, the problem was her.

the pictures of Y/N are concerning, hope she's gonna be alright someday.

You scoffed as you slammed the newest Vogue Magazine on the table in front of you, diverting your eyes to the screen in front, followed by a small laugh of mocking, earning a look from your friend. ''THIS is what they call news? This was 2 years ago for goodness' sake!'' Your rants echoed across the room eyes burning a hole through the news casted on your computer's monitor.

''You know media. If they can't find something from the present, they'll dig up the past.'' The deep voice replied to you. Looking at the couch not far from your place, you could see the figure of the man being covered by the same magazine you've been looking at for the past hour.

Shaking your head, you expressed disagreement. ''I just don't understand why it has to be me, Taeyong.'' The said man stood up and walked towards you, sighing as he sat at the chair in front.

''It's because you're still relevant, you're still famous. Media wouldn't care about you and he who must not be named if you both aren't known up 'till to this day.'' A smile appeared on his adonis face, crossing his legs while he leaned to your table.

''Besides, you're not still in love with your ex, aren't you?'' His smile turned into a teasing smirk, eyebrows going up and down as his fingers gestured a heart. You rolled your eyes at his actions, ''Ha ha real funny, yong.''

''Kidding aside, don't pay too much attention with it. It's not worth it. People will eventually get tired of hearing the same news over and over,'' With a tilt of his head, he pointed out.

You sighed and nodded, ''You're right, not worth my time.''

Years had passed since your lowest point of life and you could say that you've learned a lot, including how to manage your own schedules and know what's better for yourself, the real and actually better this time.

After the break up, everyone witnessed how you turned into the worst version of yourself, getting off everyone's radar and suddenly being seen, looking as if you're homeless and had nothing to eat.

Everyone can't almost recognize you whenever they see the photos during that era, except Taeyong, a fellow model. The man was an acquaintance, appeared in your life way before you got into a relationship but with a busy life of both, it's rare that you two contacted.

Not until the news broke out and Taeyong happened to stumble upon it at a website. He didn't hesitated to contact you, though he failed a lot, eventually, he succeeded through a friend who knew you as well. Taeyong refused to tell you who.

It was quite a ride when the red-haired model became your best friend and help you to get through. Starting from stabling your mental health to getting your life back together. You never forget to thank him but he refused it everytime you do. According to him, your recovery was all on you and all he did was support your decisions, therefore, the credits should be given to yourself.

There was even a time where you thought of quitting modelling and start your own fashion business, he didn't even had a second thought before agreeing, gifting you art pencils and a sketchbook. That certain pad was used ever since it was bought, containing an adequate amount of your first sketches.

Taeyong, being great as ever, had become your advisor and best friend despite having a busy schedule that required travelling from one places to another.

His appearance in your life was unexpected but very welcomed and appreciated.

''Have you checked your new project?'' Taeyong asked you as he lazily laid on his back, reaching for the painted stars and moon on the ceiling even though he knew he couldn't touch it. ''I haven't, what's up?'' You don't remember checking it yet, more over remembering to plan checking it as you have quite a lot on your to-do works.

The older man let out a bored groan, ''I think it was a skincare brand,'' You hummed to acknowledge what he was saying, a gesture to say that he can continue. ''I didn't know they are putting you on commercial films nowadays, you tryna' act or something?'' There wasn't any hint of mocking, it was pure and genuine curiosity.

Shaking your head, ''Nah, agency said the company's head was a friend of our CEO, said they were asking for someone that made noises.'' Taeyong scrunched his nose and smiled widely, ''Making noises, huh? Told you, you're still famous as ever. You've always been making noises but hearing it now, I feel like a proud dad.''

Reciprocating his smile, you threw your extra lollipop at him, his favorite. ''And I will always thank you for helping me get back on my feet.''

''Stop,'' The man giggled, disagreeing. He got on his feet and grabbed your hands, dragging you with him to the door. ''Let's go, get some ice cream.''

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you went out of the bathroom, rubbing your hair gently with a microfiber towel to dry it as soon as possible. Rummaging through your drawer, you chose the comfortable yet still presentable looking clothes, deciding with a white crop top and sweat pants, topping it with a black cropped cardigan.

Just as you were putting on a simple and light makeup, your attention was caught by the knock on your front. The arch of your eyebrows furrowed as you didn't expect any visitors nor any deliveries today, a thought of someone finding out about your address crossed your mind but quickly vanished when you saw the newly dyed blonde hair of the one and only, Lee Taeyong, at the peephole.

''What're you doing here?'' Asked by you the moment the door was opened. Taeyong's small smile changed into a jokingly annoyed face, ''Hello to you too, Taeyong. How are you, Taeyong? Are you doing fine, Taeyong? That's really good, Taeyong! I'm glad that you're okay, Taeyong!'' You laughed at his reaction, giving him a light push inside the apartment, the older immediately jumping to lay down on your couch lazily.

''I was bored, I had nothing to do today,'' Grumbling, he answered your question earlier. You snickered getting your makeup and brought to the living room to finish it there, sitting at the floor, in front of Taeyong as you placed the products on the coffee table. ''Shouldn't you be sleeping, then? You always rant about not having enough time to get a proper sleep or something,'' You mumbled, touching up a few areas here and there.

''Do you think I haven't done that yet? Dude, I was asleep for 15 hours straight,'' Taeyong announced to you, emphasizing the word fifteen. You scoffed, ''So you decided to crash at my place and make a mess?'' Pointing at the messy arrangements of his socks and shoes, plus his cap which was thrown carelessly. He appeared slightly abashed with his smile, sending a peace sign and a flying kiss, earning a grimace from you.

Finally done with the makeup, you groaned in slight pain as you stood up, cleaning your things before putting them back to your room and making your way to get your shoulder bag.

''You've already made a mess but don't make more, alright?'' Warning him while you picked the shoes that matches your outfit but not that eye-catching to blend in, tying your shoes for safety. Taeyong quickly shot up, ''Wait- you're going somewhere?'' His eyes followed you as you walked around to check if you had forgotten something, going towards the door to leave.

''Obviously,'' Muttering while fixing the your face mask and cap hid your face, Taeyong scurry to wear his shoes and cap as well, jogging towards you. ''I'll come with you,'' Silence filled the air along with your stare at him, waiting for him to say that he's joking. But none was said, so you presume that he was indeed serious.

Giving you a nod with a bounce, he gestured a hand to tell you to go ahead and lead the way. So you did, closing the door, making sure it was safely locked before making your way to the parking lot of the building to use your car. You didn't hear anything from Taeyong, only following you and sitting at the passenger seat with a jolly vibe.

The only time he talked was when he asked you to play some music and where were you going. Again, you answered with a 'something', gaining a whine from you in which you laughed.

Arriving at the place, Taeyong made a face that showed a disappointment, clearly looking forward to a 'trip', not even a single thought of visiting a grocery store. You chuckled at his expression, ''What? Dude, I need to eat,'' Pointing with your lips, you told him to get a cart while you went ahead of him to start roaming around.

The blonde male would be lying if he said he didn't enjoyed the peaceful shopping-- always being surrounded with crowds and bodyguards, you two doesn't often experience this kind of comfortable vibe, so it's safe to say that this was a breather for the both of you.

It was not until your peripheral caught a sight of someone hiding in plain sight with a camera obviously angled towards you and Taeyong. You hummed, naturally showing back to it as you tugged your best friend's shirt, ''Dude,'' He furrowed his eyebrows at you, questioning your actions.

A brief widening of your eyes was all it took for Taeyong to realize what you were trying to convey, lowering his cap as he pushed the cart away from the lenses. ''Can't have a peaceful grocery shopping, huh?'' Hearing him tsked, holding you by your waist to guide you at a cashier with an empty line and quickly punched your items. Paying for the foods and drinks mindlessly with his card before carrying the bags and ushering you outside the store.

''Let's go, Yuta needs to know about this,'' The car's engine created a sound and before you knew it, you reached your agency's building and you were heading towards your manager's office.

''This is not a big deal but we're definitely gonna have a hard time shutting down the dating rumors,'' Said by Yuta while he scrolled through the news of the spotting of your apparently-- ''grocery date'' with Taeyong.

Yuta had became your manager through, again, your best friend. He was someone Taeyong trusted and knew for the longest of time so the man decided to recommend the japanese. And now, it was not only Taeyong who trusted Yuta with their whole life, but you as well. The japanese had proven many times that he was worthy of your trust plus friendship by how he protected you from further issues and how he supported you with any decisions, not without talking you down about the consequences, of course.

Yuta never pressured you about your body, never been strict about your diet and never limited you with going out with your friends and doing what you wanted. Yuta was a coworker turned into friend in no time.

Playing with your lower lip, you looked up to him, ''So, what do we do?'' A small snort was picked up by your ears beside, ''Let them think that way, it's not like dating me is bad, isn't it?'' Taeyong suggested with a smirk, earning a smack from you that made him let out a sound of pain.

Your manager only sighed at the childish sight of you and your best friend, shaking his head as he relaxed in his chair, ''Denying it immediately would only cause further suspicions, let it die down for a day or two.''

Taeyong shrugged his shoulders while you nodded. Both neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the plan.

''Can you cover up for me? The appointment?'' Rustling and a sound of engine came from the other line, Yuta's voice filled with anxiousness and worry. Nodding even if he can't see you, you agreed to do as he requested-- telling him not to worry.

You were hanging out at Taeyong's apartment when your manager called, saying something urgent came up which was why he couldn't attend the supposed meeting the the CEO of the skincare brand you were going to model for. Handling your own schedules and attending meetings weren't new to you as you've done them for a while after firing your last handler. So you were no way near of fearing to meet the clients, right?

Wrong. When something in you rang bells of warnings, you didn't hesitate to drag Taeyong with you, not even bothering to tell him where you were going. He could only thank the universe for his fashion taste and good looks that whatever he wore made him look presentable and elegant.

Reaching the building of the address Yuta had sent you, you stride confidently inside, making your way to the reception as you informed about the meeting involving your manager and the CEO. Fortunately, the lady confirmed it with no issues, proceeding to lead you and Taeyong to the elevator, you weren't sure if the employees were gawking at you or the man beside you, stifling their giggles as they stole glances.

''Damn, wonder if this is soundproof or something,'' Taeyong whispered to himself as you both stood in front of what seemed to be a door made out of acoustic plywood. Giving him a look, he almost instantly showed a smirk, knowing well that the look you were giving him meant that he should behave and be formal.

It wasn't long before the doors were pulled open, revealing a huge room with high ceiling and minimalistic designs. There were no picture frames of whatsoever, all of it were office related and some were for aesthetic purposes. The lady in charge of assisting you ushered you inside, staying by your side until the man sitting on the chair right at the center of the room turned around.

You held a breath unconsciously when the man with black jet hair faced you, confusion taking over your emotions as your brain processed the image of Mark Lee sitting in front of you, smirking as if he's in some kind of action movie.

''Mark?'' Looking at him up and down with confusion as you observed his stance. Snapping out of your bubble when you heard a snort beside you, you didn't know whether to greet him formally or informally, considering the fact that he was seated on the very chair that clearly was stated to be for the CEO. His lean body doesn't seem to quiet fit the said chair as it radiated massive intimidating vibes, something that you don't get that much from the young man.

Mark's smirk turned into a friendly smile, standing up before walking towards where you stood, offering his hand for a shake. ''Are you the CEO?'' Taeyong questioned with a quirk of an eyebrow, hands on his pockets like some gangster. You nudged him by your arm, sending him another look of warning, pursing your lips as you made a fist with your hand-- hidden from Mark's sight.

''No, he's not,'' A familiar deep voice coming from the entrance of the room rang your ears, it was so familiar that you could feel yourself froze, eyes widening with size where nervous, shock and a lot of mixed emotions were evident.

Soon, a figure of a man taller than the 3 of you made an appearance, pushing Mark lightly out of the way before sitting on where the younger was earlier. Seeing him take the chair, you've now realized why Mark didn't fit it. It was as clear as the clouds outside the building.

His tall and muscular body bent down, settling down as he relaxed against the chair. Just like what other people might say, it fit him like a puzzle. The way he sat with his arms placed on each side, legs open in a comfortable yet formal way and his eyes burning holes through your soul, making you give out answers without him, even asking the questions.

It explained why the chair seemed to have such a dominating and intimidating aura, it fitted its owner. To say the least, it was like the king was finally placed on his rightful throne.

''Take a seat,'' With a nod and a motion of his hand, the three of you sat in silence, as if puppies that had gotten tamed. ''I apologize if I didn't get to greet you when you walked through my door, but I assume, my friend here already did,'' You could feel yourself gulping, you don't even know why this was so nerve wrecking.

You don't know if it was because of the suffocating atmosphere inside the room. Maybe it was the way his piercing eyes panned at you. Maybe it was because of the memories from before started flooding your mind the moment your eyes met his. Maybe it was the longing feeling inside you as you stared at him, not sued to being so distant.

You're not sure which was the reason but you're hoping it wasn't the last. You couldn't afford to regain the longing and despair that kept you tied to darkness in a lot of months. You wouldn't want to experience being so vulnerable and weak that even a small needle would break you apart. You don't want to lose yourself to Jung Jaehyun once again.

The following days consisted of meetings about the contract you'll have with the brand. During those days, you've learned that Jaehyun was able to extend his company to multiple industries and you just can't deny the proudness inside you. By how the employees and staffs around you talked about him, Jaehyun appeared to be so hardworking that many deemed him to spending all of his time working. Comments about his good looks and body image was greatly spread out as well, earning praises here and there with men and women expressing envy and admiration.

''Dude, can you close your mouth? You're literally drooling,'' Taeyong poked to the side, you jerked and pinched him lightly as a revenge. Rolling your eyes, you leaned to him to whisper, ''I'm not drooling, dumbass.'' But your best friend only gave you a mocking smile, ''Sure, jan. Sure,'' Nodding his head as he made an 'okay' sign with his fingers under the table.

Irritated, you slap his hands lightly, making him laugh a little at your pissed facial expression. ''Taeyong, I swear to God, stop--''

''-- important so I hope everyone is paying attention rather than playing games under the table.'' You turned to look at Jaehyun who was talking in front, his eyes boring to you as he gave you an eyebrow flash, clarifying the fact that he was talking to you. He tilted his head when you didn't answered, putting his hands in his pockets, ''Isn't that right, Miss?''

The stares you received from the employees produced a clearing of your throat, nodding and sitting properly, ''Yes, that's right,'' You swear you could feel Taeyong sniffling a laugh beside you. You couldn't believe he just scolded you for not listening like some teacher.

Once the meeting about the plan for the photoshoot was adjourned, everyone proceeded to spend their small break by having coffee, going back to their respective floors and visitors like you and Taeyong, went out to go back to your agency.

You reached for the door handle when you've heard Mark calling you, turning around, you saw him still settled beside his boss slash friend who appeared to be busy reading something. ''Are you busy? Do you have anything to do after this?'' Though a bit puzzled, you shook your head no, curious as to why he was asking you. ''No, I don't have any schedule after this,'' You cleared up, making Mark smile.

''Would you want to eat meat with us?'' He suggested, looking at you like a younger brother asking for a candy to his older sibling. Facing Taeyong, you gave him the same question as you figured out you don't want to join them unless you have Taeyong by your side, ''Would you?''

''Oh, not him!'' The both of you immediately swirled to see Mark seemingly surprised with what he said as well, ''I mean-- it's not like Taeyong would reject a meat treat, right?'' Anyone could sense the awkwardness at the young man's voice but only a few can see how a certain someone shot him a look.

Taeyong hummed, ''I do have something after this,'' You prayed for him to reject the offer, believing that your best friend knew you well that he knew you wouldn't want to join the two. ''But sure, at dinner?'' Your jaw dropped at his request, in contrast to Mark and Taeyong's questionable grin.

''Sounds great! You two have a safe journey to wherever you're going!'' At least the excitement in Mark's voice made you smile.

Dinner came and the four of you were now seated in a rectangle shaped table with Mark at Jaehyun's side, and Taeyong at yours. It actually surprised you that you-know-who agreed to come, considering that his face doesn't seem impressed when Mark suggested it.

Thanks to Mark and Taeyong for the constant chatting about random things that helped breaking the silence, because if it weren't for them, the awkwardness surrounding your and Jaehyun's side would kill you.

Taking a bite of the fillet mignon, you joined the conversation, ''Since when did you two got this close?'' It was pure and genuine curiosity, not laced with any bits of malice nor mocking so you're not really sure why they seemed to be frozen, taken aback by your comment.

''Since we met him? We bumped into each other a lot after that, so we got close, you know?'' Taeyong nonchalantly replied, hand gestures and all to support his claim. You could only hum, accepting the reason as you don't really have the choice to do so.

''I see,'' Nodding, you didn't pay any attention to them again, munching on your food with hopes of brushing off the uncomfortableness. Minutes had passed by and Mark excused himself for a smoke break, pulling Taeyong with him as according to the young man, he still have a lot to share.

While the two departed from the table, you were left with Jaehyun who was busy typing away on his phone. Which was honestly, something that you're thankful for, because ''God, this is so boring-- I felt like dying.''

''Talk to me, then,'' You swivel around, surprised by Jaehyun's mumble, only to see him still focusing on his screen with his eyebrows scrunched to the middle. Tilting your head a little, you convinced yourself that maybe you've heard him wrong.

Continuing to finish your food, you wondered why the two were taking so long, Taeyong doesn't even smoke, he already quited a long time ago. Thoughts kept running through your head as you chewed, and maybe, you should've kept them to yourself. It was too late before you realized that you've voiced out what you were thinking, ''Super awkward,'' Even prolonging that letter 'a' with the urge to express it passionately.

You, then swore, heard Jaehyun mumbling under his breath again, ''Maybe if you didn't bring your little boyfriend with you,'' But when you gave him a brief glance, he was talking to his phone, the speaker directly at his mouth as if to emphasized that he was on a call.

Feeling like he was targeting you, though knowing it was immature, you still replied without even having the sureness that his comments were to specifically attack you. ''Oh who wouldn't love to bring my boyfriend everywhere? He's just so sweet,'' Hiding your smirk behind the napkin being pat to your lips, looking down a second before peeking at his reaction.

Your smirk widened when you saw how his eyebrow raised in question and his facial expression seemed to be irritated. What made you laugh was the way he so subtly scoffed, whispering ''Sweet, my ass.''

A clearing of throat was heard as the two men sat beside you again. The little test of yours wasn't done but it was enough for you to know that Jung Jaehyun was still affected by you.

The night had come after a very long day and you were unfortunate to not bringing your own car, so you were stuck with waiting for a car that you booked online. Yuta had warned you not to use these kind of apps as it will increase the possibilities of having your address leaked and of course, a stalker. But you don't really have a choice right now, given that it's very dark outside and you've got no one to ask help, Taeyong who was your one call away was currently at the other end of the earth.

Almost pass 20 minutes, you've gotten impatient and near to disturb Yuta to come pick you up when a black BMW car pulled up in front of you. Preventing yourself to squeal in glee, you tiptoe to steal a peek through the passenger side's rolling down windows, expecting a driver looking guy but instead was greeted by a CEO with a stern face, looking ahead and not moving at all.

You blinked the confusion away, not believing what you were seeing, only snapping out of your trance when Jaehyun turned to you, ''Does your manager know you're still here?''

Putting up a facade, you replied with your chin up, ''Yes, he does.''

''Is he picking you up?'' You hated how that eyebrow of his was so intimidating.

''Yes.. Of course, he will,'' You almost pinched yourself when you felt your voice almost shaking, wondering you felt so nervous around him.

Hearing him let out a short scoff, you saw him rolled his eyes a bit before settling his left hand on the window he just rolled down, playing with his lips as he looked ahead. His right hand whose fingers were tapping stopped after a minute. Jaehyun faced you again, his arms remaining where they were, ''I'm only gonna ask this twice, is he picking you up?''

You pondered a bit, thinking of the consequences of whatever decision you might follow. Whilst doing that, it appeared that you were taking quiet a long time when Jaehyun thought your silence meant no so he slowly drove away from where you stood.

''It's okay, I still have a booked car,'' Breathing out, you opened your phone with ease inside you, just to be greeted by the word cancelled at the bottom part in massive bold red text, as if mocking you for making the wrong decision.

It was as though you were cursed with bad luck because of how everything doesn't go to your way today. Before you could even wish that someone you know will pull up in front of you and pick you up, the same BMW car showed again, honking once, rolling down his window.

''Get in,'' was all he said, not even giving a glance. You don't want to risk the chances of getting left alone again despite the urge to reject the offer so you climbed up and settled beside the person whom you didn't expect to have this kind of interaction one more time after those years.

You felt his stare, judging and observing you. Gulping, you didn't know how to react, your eyes shaking as you tried to figure out why Jaehyun was staring at you.

Answers were given yet multiple questions appeared when he slowly leaned towards you, getting closer and closer as seconds passed by until you could feel his breath panning against your cheeks. You turned to face him in confusion, reaching out to put a barrier between the both of you using your palms when you heard a click you, followed by Jaehyun settling back to his own seat, placing his arm on the open window again while the other was on the handle.

It was only then when you realized that he was buckling the seatbelt for you, the realization made you clear your throat out of nowhere, ''You should've just told me,'' You declared, wanting to convey that you didn't liked what he did one bit.

''I would if you weren't too busy inspecting my car,'' He said nonchalantly, spinning the handle with his right hand, looking side by side to make sure he wasn't gonna hit something. You might hit him though by how the way he replied to you, it irritated you for no reason.

A pregnant silence filled the car as you watched through the window, it was only broken when Jaehyun suddenly spoke, ''Do you want something?'' Your eyes diverted to him full of accusations and hits of malice.

He raised an eyebrow at your expression, ''Don't be so full of yourself, I'm just hungry. It would be disrespectful of me if I didn't asked you,'' God, why was he acting like this? It was like you're dealing with a teenager going through puberty, hence the annoyance and the endless comebacks.

Rolling your eyes, you were about to shake your head to reject the offer when your stomach grumbled loudly, announcing how you haven't eaten anything since morning. Glancing at Jaehyun, you don't know if your eyes were just playing with you but you might've seen him stifling a smile behind the fingers that was playing with his lips.

''Mcdonald's?''

''Yes, thank you.''

Embarrassment took over you to the point where you just wanted the floor to swallow you and never spit you out. Fronting as something or someone was harder than you thought, especially in front of someone who knew you well. Maybe even more than yourself.

You were definitely more than glad to have reached your building, you've tried to lessen your interaction with that man after the 'grabbing some food' scene but you couldn't avoid it as you had to tell him where you lived.

Mumbling a simple 'thanks' was all you did before getting out of the car and rushing inside the building, sighing in relief when you've entered your apartment. The day was tiring enough for you to immediately washing up and going straight to bed.

Morning came and what had greeted you was multiple calls and texts from your surely angry manager, accompanied by Taeyong's consistent knocks on your door. ''Bro, I swear to God-- if you don't fucking wake up--'' Shooting up, you quickly opened it, scared of what he may do as the last time he said that, he threw a bucket of an ice cold water at your peaceful sleeping figure.

You did your routine much quicker, even skipping a few of them that wasn't crucial to your hygiene before dragging Taeyong out of the couch to your car. Thankfully, you arrived at the photoshoot earlier than you expected, you were still late though. ''You owe me a coffee,'' Whispered by Taeyong before he left you for another schedule.

Bringing Yuta with you to the coffee shop might be a wrong decision as you always ended up paying for the drinks, him reasoning that it was your payment for making him do those extra works, which you agreed to. Zipping your bag open, you rummage through it to look for your wallet but it wasn't where you've always put it.

Tsking, you explored the other parts of your bag, yet no signs of your wallet was seen nor felt. Yuta might've sensed it as he walked towards you to ask what's wrong, you told him about it, resulting in him asking where you've last put it.

''I promise, it was just right here,'' You said with panic, still searching.

''Inside your bag? Where did you put it last night, then?'' Recalling, you've put in on your bedside, given that you were too tired. You still had it when you and Jaehyun brought food-- bells rang inside you as a light bulb seemed to lit up above your head. Jaehyun! You could recall a small tud sound when he buckled your belt, that should be your missing purse.

''I.. I might've left it in my apartment, I'll wire it to you once I get home,'' Giving him a sheepish smile, you received a look full of suspicion from Yuta, nodding at him to assure. With your manager paying for the drinks, you were now left with the problem you didn't want to face.

How were you gonna contact Jaehyun and ask for your purse back?

The sound of a couch rustling barely passed through your ears, getting your attention from the focus of posing in front of the camera to the corner of the room, you slightly caught a sight of someone in a suit with his legs crossed. It was no brainier of who it was sitting with such overpowering aura, there was only one man who you knew could do it.

His were boring to you as you followed the instructions of the director, acting all lovey dovey with your co-model, showing the products through placing them on your partner's face lovingly. ''Can we do more?'' The director requested in which you two followed. Your coworker's, Haechan, arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer as he rubbed his nose with the product with yours, creating a soft and domestic moment.

The staffs cooed at the actions, absolutely satisfied by the chemistry you're radiating. From your peripheral, you saw the way Jaehyun's jaw tightened, his hands tapping his knee continuously before he made the decision of standing up and leaving the scene.

As if on cue, only a few scenes were took before the director announced the end of the photoshoot, thanking and praising everyone for the job. You made your way to change clothes as the sando and denim shorts were too thin for your liking, the cold breeze of the air condition seeping through the fabric.

Reaching for the hem of your top, you stopped your motions when you heard the door opened, a certain CEO entered. His eyes fell on you, he didn't hesitated nor had second thoughts as he stride to your way slowly, hands caressing his wrist before fixing his cuffs.

Wanting to avoid him, you stepped backwards but was unfortunately met with the edge of the counter where the makeups were placed. Not getting any time to walk away as boh of his hands were settled at either side of your body, caging you in, cornering you as his eyes searched for yours.

The silence thickened, your gulp and breathing were heard along with the buzzing of the AC. Gripping the edge with your hands, you failed to lean backwards as the CEO lowered his head, making you face him directly.

The time slowed down like some disney movie when your brain processed how Jaehyun moved closer and closer, his fingers brushing your waist that electrified your body, pursing your lips as you placed a hand to his chest to stop him.

Not really knowing why, you felt humiliated by how he chuckled lowly at your action, biting his lower lip before bringing his face close enough that you could feel his breath fanning your nose. Your own voice got caught in your throat when you tried to grumble a protest, only producing a squeak.

His lips hovered above yours, forming a smirk, decreasing the distance little by little until there was a centimeter gap left. You gulped for the nth time, it was so close yet still so far. With your hand forming a fist, you scrunched a part of his dress shirt along with it.

Jaehyun's lips moved upwards a bit, stopping once he decided the movement was enough. He observed your face a little, detecting any uncomfortableness. All be damned when he didn't detect anything. Proceeding to place his lips at the tip of your nose lightly and softly, pulling away as the door opened just in time.

''Sir? Have you found your watch?'' Jaehyun hummed at his employee's question, stretching his hand to reach for something behind you, putting it on his wrist and wearing it again.

You heard him whisper before walking out of the room, ''Should've never left something so important,'' It was only you who could sense that he wasn't only talking about the watch.

You left the venue with a lot of thoughts floating in your mind, one of them being what will happen next?

Taeyong's sharp gasp pierced your ears, hand over his mouth as if he couldn't believe what his screen had projected, ''What's up with you?'' You asked him, giving him a glare mixed with wonder. ''Did you just denied our lovely, perfect and healthy relationship?!'' He pointed at you with so much accusations, mouth wide open, it was as if you've been convicted to a capital crime.

''What relationship?'' Eyebrows scrunched to the middle, you reached to peek what he was looking at, there you saw the big bold letters about how the dating issue between you and Taeyong weren't true. ''Dude, I did not deny nothing,'' It was the truth, you're too caught up with your current projects that you even forgot about the said 'scandal'.

You shushed Taeyong when your phone rang, displaying Yuta's name, sliding the answer button and placing the speaker on your ear. ''The photos came out,'' He announced.

With your eyebrows creased to the middle, you responded, ''And so?'' Not sure as to why he was telling you this. ''Well..'' By the tone, your eyes already rolled to the back of your head, knowing that this meant his usual request. Already detecting your reaction, he urged you to listen first, ''Wait wait! To be fair, this is for your another project, okay? Plus, It's a really really good one. If you want proof, I'm currently with Taeyong!''

''He's right beside me, what're you talking about?'' Screaming at your ear enabled his voice to be heard even without being on speaker, ''Dumbass,'' Taeyong muttered under his breath.

You heard him pause, you could almost hear his reasons being picked, ''I mean-- Taeyong's with me in this project, he was the one who told me about this certain someone wanting you on the runway,'' Shaking your head in disbelief, you don't have any clue as why he was lying to you but having so much trust with the man, you couldn't care less.

''Whatever, what favor would you want me to do this time?'' Yuta let out a small giggle, wondering if he asked favors this frequently that you already knew what was about to come.

''Can you pick up the hard copies?''

''Why do we need the hard ones? Can't you just like-- send it through emails or something, it's 2023.''

''Nah, the company wanted a hard copy.''

''Is it necessary? Really?''

''Yes, it is.''

''Fine, where will I pick it?''

That's how you ended up in front of the oak wood door with the word Chief Executive Officer plastered in it, gripping the sling of your shoulder bag as you changed weight from one leg to another in an attempt to brush off the nervousness bubbling inside of you.

Knocking against it, you saw the light on the door handle turned green, indicating that it was unlocked and you can freely enter. Twisting the handle, you slowly stepped a foot after foot inside the huge room, the same placement of things met your eyes, not even one being moved.

Except for the atmosphere surrounding the space, it was more of one where you could focus on your work and one that could tell anyone not to disturb the person inside. You expected him to be surprised as he looked but it seemed like the opposite when his eyes met yours as you took a seat in front of him placing his pen down as he greeted you formally and you greeting him back. Awkward, to say the least. Yet you're certain, he anticipated your arrival.

''Yuta had told me I had to get the hard copy of the outcome as my agency requested it, your employees led me here,'' You explained, rapping the words and almost stutter in the middle. Jaehyun made a buzzing sound with his mouth-- a hum, nodding before standing up and making his way to one of the drawers settled by the wall. He took out a folder, walking back to you and stretching his forward. You received the folder with a 'thank you', wanting to leave the room right away.

''I'm surprised you came alone today,'' Out of nowhere, Jaehyun commented that gained a snort from you, recalling his childish tantrum about bringing Taeyong with you everywhere. He placed his palms on the table as he leaned backwards, giving his legs time to relax while he put most of his weight on his arms.

''What? Were you expect my little boyfriend to come with me?'' You diverted your eyes at him with a challenging look, seeing how he hid the way he gulp made you gain confidence.

Shaking his head no, Jaehyun replied, ''You mean your best friend?'' Ah, so he'd seen the news as well, huh? You could've mistaken the glare of his for something near hope and assurance, as if he wanted you to confirm that Taeyong was nothing but a friend to you.

There was no reason not to lie, given the fact that he wasn't someone important in your life no more but you didn't. Instead, you did confirmed his claim, wanting to see what his next love will be. Your lips curving up to a smirk, ''Yeah, my best friend-- slash boyfriend.''

Jaehyun reciprocated your smirk, he got on his feet fully once again, taking steps closer to you. His torso faced your head because of his height, you didn't looked up-- you don't want to. But his fingers ever so gently brushed against your chin, tilting them upwards so he could see the view of your face clearly.

''Still lying, I see,'' The way he towered over you and his fingers holding your chin with care, it was too familiar. So familiar that what was about to come next was inevitable, your body already giving in without any protest.

The fingers moved upwards, expanding the skinship from his fingers to his whole palm settling at the side of your face. He bent down to your level, facing you directly as he kept the eye contact, not blinking in fear that he wouldn't catch a glimpse of what he wanted to see from you.

Sounds became mumbled, feeling the whole world stopped spinning as Jaehyun's pillowy lips pressed slowly and softly against yours after years. Your eyes, as if instinctively, closed, memories rushing back at you with the contact you knew your body was longing for.

He pulled away after what seemed to be an eternity, his eyes full of fondness and hope met your doe ones, thumb caressing your cheek gently as he heaved a sigh. ''Tell me to stop,'' Jaehyun whispered, gulping for the nth time.

''Tell me you don't want this,'' The CEO's brown orbs plead you to do so, wanting everything except invade your privacy and disrespect you. Instead of hearing what he wanted, his mouth that was slightly ajar were once again in contact with yours, pouring all your unsaid feelings to the kiss as you circled your arms on his neck.

You heard him mumbled against your lips, ''Fuck,'' His hands snaked around your waist, pulling you up with him and making you settle on top of his table, a much comfortable height for the both of you.

The kiss deepened with passion, the urge to have each other close even when there's no gap to decrease no more. Your hands reached the hem of Jaehyun's dress shirt, tugging at it causing a fond laugh from the man. Taking off his top, the muscled body made you drool, it was definitely more buffed than the last time you saw it. Your hands traveled from his neck to his waist, placing kisses to his chest while he reached out behind you, locking the door with a single click from the buttons beside his telephone.

You licked a stripe on his nipples, earning a groan from him as his hand went through your hair, hesitating to grip them-- not wanting to hurt you. But Jaehyun, out of all people, should know how you love pain in sex. It seemed like he remembered that, because with just one look from you, his lips curved up at the same time as his hand formed a fist, injecting pain with pleasure to you. Your smile told him everything he needed to know.

He kissed you one more time before moving his kisses to your neck, sucking and licking but careful enough not to leave obvious marks, although you slightly wished he did.

Unbuttoning your cropped cardigan, his eyes were blessed to see the sight of your breasts barely covered by your bra, he slowly slid it off your shoulder, appreciation seeping through his pecking of your skin along the way.

He, next, worked on your square pants, not having any difficulty in taking it off as it slid so effortlessly off of you, presenting a sight he longed for so long. Jaehyun traced every curves of your body with pressing his lips softly against them, taking a deep breath as he pulled away for a moment, staring at you with so much admiration that you felt blush creeping up your cheeks.

''So fucking beautiful,'' The CEO unbuckled your bra and held the waistband of your underwear between his fingers, with you taking the initiative of getting your bra off. He kneeled down, giving your inner thigh a few kisses before reaching to the center of your two legs. Jaehyun ate your pussy out as if he was making out with your lips, his tongue were all over and his face turning sideways multiple times in an attempt to reach further.

Cursing, you spread your legs open to give him space, yet his hands stopped you, grabbing each side, putting them on his shoulder, not letting it get far away from him in any way. You forgot how Jaehyun loved the thigh burned he got everytime he ate you out.

Deprivation can be shown by how he sucked on your clit, middle finger working their way in and out of you with a squelching sound. ''Jaehyun, fuck,'' God, how he loved the way you moaned his name. He had been wanting to hear that since then, only settling for porn actors as he couldn't afford having you in his arms again.

But that changed today, you're here right now. Caged in his arms, moaning in pleasure, screaming for more with no hints of protest, Jaehyun couldn't ask for more.

Placing your hand in his strands, you pulled a little and Jaehyun knew you too well to remember that this was a telltale sign of you coming close, he maybe can't see it but he knew that your back was currently arched as you squeezed his head between your legs, jerking a few times before he felt your salty juices on his tongue.

He groaned in satisfaction, licking and wanting for more, he just couldn't get enough of it. As much as he loved the taste of you though, Jaehyun couldn't ignore the ache and throb of his cock inside his pants, as well as your pleas of having him despite just coming down from your previous high.

Getting on his feet, he picked you up with little to no struggle, bringing you as he laid you down on the couch. You failed to notice how his hand were unbuckling his belt, throwing it far from you two, moving to his button and taking off his whole pants.

When you've realized that his bottom were thrown away, your hand palmed his bulge through his boxer almost right away, head still quiet caught by how Jaehyun were eating your neck, surely having a hard time not placing marks.

''Come on, Jae,'' You urged him, kissing him in tongues as you circled your legs on his waist, grinding up against his clothed cock, gaining a low moan from him. ''Want my cock, babe?'' The cockiness in his tone and the annoyingly smirk on his face matched the size of his cock. It was way beyond the average, bonus points that he knew how to use it well.

Nodding, you grind harder, expressing your want with your actions causing Jaehyun to chuckle lowly. You soon, felt his bare tip on your pussy lips, teasing you as it slid up and down but never entering you just yet.

You grumbled in impatience, wanting to slap off the smirk on Jaehyun's face, ''Bratty, huh?'' Dominance took over his deep voice, his hand went to grip your thigh as the other caressed your cheeks. You couldn't take the intimacy of Jaehyun's stare so you decided to look where you two meet.

Gulping, you used the begging expression you knew he loved so much, ''Please, Jae,''

He cursed at the sight of you begging for him, again, ''Fuck, you just know how to get me, don't you?''

Slowly, Jaehyun pushed inside of you, his length stretching your walls with its width and girth, you ignored the ache taking over you, pleading him to go all in.

Yet the CEO only shook his head, kissing you softly, stroking your sides inna comforting manner. It reminded you of your first sex with him, always distracting you from the pain and only letting go when it was time for pleasure.

That was exactly what he need, starting with slow pace before picking it up bits by bits, letting you adjust to his size as his hips jerked harsher each thrust, reaching deeper into you. You threw your head back, exposing yourself fully to Jaehyun, giving him access to everything, his hands went to hold your throat but retreated, moving to your breasts as he fondled them, licking and nibbling, giving the same amount of attention to each.

Maybe it was because of your last orgasm or maybe it was due to how Jaehyun thrusted feverishly inside you, hitting directly to your sweet spot, sending you to an overwhelming feeling of addicting euphoria that you don't ever want to escape from. You don't know which but surely, one of them was the reason you felt another climax crashing down on you once again.

Screaming and chanting Jaehyun like a mantra, you unconsciously dug your nails in Jaehyun's back, earning a hiss from the man as lines of red was painted on his skin, giving him extra pleasure other than the delicious clenching of your walls around his veiny shaft.

''Oh my god, Jaehyun!'' You shut your eyes tightly, holding Jaehyun close as you locked his hips with your legs, grasping his biceps when you've felt your climax finally breaking, your body shaking from the intensity. Feeling overstimulated when Jaehyun's hips didn't stopped from moving, reaching his own high. He immediately pulled away, jerking his cock, with him whining your name, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mouth fell open, white strings coming out of his tip, landing on your stomach.

When he came back to his senses, he stood up from the couch, walking around to grab some tissues, wiping the remains of him on you, mumbling, ''Sorry for that.''

It was hard for you to determine if he was talking about the cum on your stomach or the relationship that failed, caused by pride and greed.

''So.. are you two now dating?'' Taeyong asked with confusion evident in his tone, followed by a nod from Mark, Yuta and Johnny. You laughed with Jaehyun, sharing a look before answering, ''I guess? Maybe?''

Mark's eyebrows furrowed, ''What kind of answer is that?'' The man beside you sheepishly smiled, reflecting yours, ''The kind of answer, we will give you everytime you ask us.''

That was the last thing they've received from your pair as you already skipped away from the scene, hands tangled together, wearing smiles brighter as ever. ''They definitely, are back together,'' Johnny declared.

''Congrats to us, and our efforts then!'' Mark cheered, raising his glass of beer for a click in which the others followed. ''Jaehyun owe us a lot,'' Yuta reminded his fellows with a shake of his head.

Getting back together with Jaehyun, it made you realized a lot of things. Such as your faults, his wrongdoings and the areas you two had lacked to fulfill. You decided to try again, the both of you.

But this time, with much understanding and patience for each other. You've figured out the importance of them in a relationship, playing vital roles in keeping it healthy and functioning.

The love now overpowered the pride.

''I'm so sorry, for not giving you a chance, for not letting you in, for belittling your problems, and for pushing you away.''

''I'm sorry, for pressuring you to open up, for making you feel obligated to share even when you're not ready yet, and for giving up with knowing well how you're going through something severe.''

''I'm sorry for everything, because when you left, it was only then when I realized that-- while I was busy chasing the stars, I was losing you.''

You both decided to try again, but this time, without pride and greed. Replacing it with love and understanding, especially now with Taeho and Taehee officially joining your little family.

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