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Y/N took a deep breath as her hand held tightly onto the doorknob of the dressing room. She tried to calm herself, or more specifically, her body. Then again, no amount of preparation could help her when it came to Choi San, the man was unpredictable and absolutely cunning. And the worst part was he knew he was charming, using it to his advantage and then playing coy about it whenever she called him out on it. Not wasting anymore time, she turned the knob and swiftly walked in, tossing her bag on the couch by the wall before beginning to take off her coat to hang on the rack.

"Hello Noona."

She was greeted by the innocent looking dimple smile of the idol she had been assigned to, hands folded across his lap, giving him the aura of a perfect and obedient angel......

When he was everything but that.

"Don't start San, we don't have time for your jokes. The sooner we get you ready, the sooner I can leave."

San poked his bottom lip out, a soft, muffled whiny hum vibrating against his throat.

"You seem to be in a bad mood Noona....aren't you at least happy to see me?"

She rolled her eyes at his question as she began laying out all the stuff she was going to need to prepare him for the photoshoot. Missing a few palettes, she bent over to open the last drawer on the vanity display and began rummaging through its contents. She was completely unaware of the eyes that were now checking out her ass as she was hunched over, the position slightly rising her skirt up.

"Did I mention you're looking especially lovely tonight...Noona?"

Tilting her head over, she caught him as he bit his lip as he shamelessly looked up and down her legs. When he saw she noticed, he didn't shy away or apologized, he merely sent her a wink and went back to gazing at her glorious backside.

"You're a pervert." She accused him as slammed the drawer closed after finally finding what she was looking for.

"I'm simply admiring a beautiful piece of art. Is that such a crime?" He grinned at her.

She hadn't even started yet she already felt exhausted and aroused by the man sitting in front of her. Squirting some of the foundation onto the mixing tray, she picked up a beauty sponge and began dabbing it onto San's already flawless face. He might liked to tease her every now and then, but if there was one thing she appreciated was the fact he stayed still whenever she was working, never moving and always following instructions when she asked him to lift his head or close his eyes when she needed him to. It almost made her think that he was actually a good little boy, so poised and obedient....

And then he'd pull out some stupid shit that made her remember his true bratty nature. Stupid shit like what he was doing now: his hand was gently gliding across her leg, dangerously coming up towards the hem of her skirt. She swallowed a non-existent lump in her throat, clearing it out as she was determined not to loose focus and continued to blend out his contour and shading before moving onto his eyebrows. She could tell him to stop or move away, if she did, she knew he'd at least have the decency to stop and not do anything for the rest of the day. But she didn't want to do that this time. She was tempted to find out just how far he'd go, just how much could she actually let him get away with.

San was also amazed she hadn't slapped his hand away, which he took as an invitation to continue. Sliding his hand up, he cupped one of her ass cheeks and squeezed it softly. His fingers tugged at her panties and pulled on them slightly before releasing them and letting it hit against her skin. When he saw her momentarily pause, he smirked at finally getting her to react. But he was soon disappointed when she chose to ignore him once more and instead move to work on his eye makeup. Not willing to stand and be ignored, he cupped her ass with both of his hands, pulling her closer that she nearly toppled over and fell on top of him, but luckily regained her balance before that happened.

"Have you been working out Noona? Your ass feels a lot firmer and rounder since the last time I touched it."

He couldn't keep the satisfied smile off his face as he began dragging down her panties past her thighs until they were pooling at her ankles, a clear wet stain visible in the center of them.

"Noona are you perhaps needy?" He chuckled.

Stepping out of her panties, she kicked them out of the way before resuming her previous task.

"The only thing I need at the moment is for you to keep still or else your eyeshadow is going to be a mess." She told him.

"Speaking of making a mess, do you know what I wanna see?"

With a shit eating grin on his face, he swiped his index and middle finger along her folds, collecting some of the slick she had already accumulated.

"Wanna see you make a mess all over my hand."

Although she would love nothing more than for him to fist her if he wanted, she couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow up at him, a slight scoff coming out her lips.

"Can you even do that? It wouldn't surprise me if in the end, Choi San was nothing more than an all bark no bite kind of boy."

From out of the corner of her eye she saw him frown angrily. He always did hated having her refer to him as a 'boy.' She didn't care, deep down she knew he was nothing more than a brat that she would love to tame if given the opportunity. And besides he was doing her a favor as he began swirling his fingers around her hole. Pushing them in, he couldn't believe how unbelievable warm she was nor how her walls were practically sucking him in.

"God Noona, I can barely get my fingers out."

He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her, making sure to curl them up so they could graze along the roof. When he felt her shudder as he hit a particular spot, he knew he had found what he was looking for.

"Right here Noona?" He teased as a kept his fingers buried in her, flicking the tips across where he assumed was her g-spot.

"Oh my god yes!" She didn't care if her words boosted his already high ego, all she cared about right then was getting him to continue until she was spasming under him.

San released a light humming tune as his fingers continued their assault on her wet cavern. Wanting to boost her pleasure even further, his thumb began to rub her clit, drawing circles across it. When Y/N's legs nearly gave out, he used his other hand to steady her.

"Cum for me Noona. Make a mess all over me, I want it. Can't you give it to me?"

She melted at the way he was pleading at her, his eyes getting slightly large as he waited in anticipation for her to tip over the edge just for him. Unable to resist his cute plea, she squeezed her thighs shut as she began cumming all over his fingers, a choked out gasp escaping her lips as she held onto his shoulders for support to keep her from falling.

"That's right, such a nice and sweet Noona, giving me what I want."

San didn't pull his fingers away until he made sure to help Y/N ride out her high until she was finished. As his hand emerged from under her skirt, a trail of her cum was dropping all the way up to his wrist. Looking at how wet his hand was, he admired it before holding it out towards her face.

"Told you I'd have you making a mess." He giggled before proceeding to lick off every last bit of secretion he made her produce.

Y/N straightened out her ruffled skirt.

"I should really finish your makeup San."

Thankfully, she was able to finish his eye makeup without any further interruptions. His lip makeup also ran by smoothly, except for when she stared at them a little too long and unconsciously began leaning in, tempted to just bite them.

"Noona....." He tapped her shoulder to point out what she was doing.

She flushed a pink tint across her cheeks, embarrased by her actions. But that was nothing compared to the embarrassment she was going to feel next.

"Ok your makeup is done. You can go wait for the photographer to get here?"

As she began picking the brushes up to go clean them, she turned back around when San was still seated in his chair.

"San...go?" She asked in puzzlement.

San also seemed confused as he tilted his head at her.

"Didn't they tell you?"

By the way she just stood there blinking as she processed what he could mean, San sighed as he began unbuttoning his jacket.

"I.....was going to give Atiny a surprise for this comeback. I'm going to be wearing a crop top, and the photographer suggested it'd be a good idea if maybe my makeup artist could make them... shine a little?"

Y/N was about to ask what he meant by 'them', but when he tossed his jacket to the floor and his torso was fully exposed, she understood what he meant. Although she guessed he had a fit body due to how much he worked out, she was more than surprised to see such a firm and toned 6 pack adorning his lower abdomen. She didn't even realize how long she was staring or had her mouth open until San cupped her chin.

"Close your mouth Noona....."

Leaning in, he whispered in her ear.

"The sight makes me wanna fuck your face."

He couldn't help but laugh softly as he stared at her flustered state. Throwing all inappropriate thoughts out her head and going back to being professional, Y/N began looking around for any oil to douse his abs in.

"San do me a favor and lie on the couch."

The poor boy shot his eyes wide open when she ordered him that.

"Wait- you want me to what?"

She smacked his arm.

"Don't get any ideas. If we do this standing up, it'll roll off your body and I can't spread it evenly if you're sitting down. So unless you're able to levitate, go lay down on the couch."

Now he flushed a red tint for thinking so wrong. He walked over to the couch and obediently layed down. He stiffened considerably when Y/N came over with a bottle of oil, and it was then he realized that although he had grown used to having her touching his face, she had never once touched him anywhere else in his body. This was about to be the first time. He recalled all the times he'd teased her by smacking her ass or letting his hands graze across her chest. It made him fear that she'd probably want to take revenge and tease him back. When she popped open the bottle, he gulped very obviously that even she noticed.

"Relax you baby. It's not going to sting you or anything. It'll just leave you smelling like vanilla."

His ab muscles contracted when he felt the trail of oil splatter across his stomach. Making sure not to pour too much, Y/N closed back the bottle and set it down next to her.

"Just breathe and try to enjoy it."

Deciding it would be best to heed her advice, San closed his eyes and focused on each movement of her hands. It felt absolutely relaxing and blissful having her run her hands along his abs, staying shy away from his nipples. Each caress of her hands had him wondering why he'd never allowed her to touch him like this before. With each swipe of her hand across his body, the more he was becoming addicted to her touch. He began wishing she would travel farther down, reach inside his pants and give it the same care and attention she was giving his abs. He was already letting out soft moans and murmurs before he even became aware of it, or of the growing tent in his pants that was quite obvious now.

Y/N noticed it and it made her proud to know such a simple touch could get him so riled up. Wanting to test something out, she began to dig her nails into his skin. Although she expected some sort of reaction, she didn't think it would result in him flexing his hips up, giving them a slight roll as if micking a sex movement.

"Please do that again."

He stared at her through hooded lids which then closed once again when she raked her nails down his torso, an even louder moan coming out from his lips as he began to buck his hips up.

"M-more please..." He begged her.

Stopping her movements, she feigned ignorance at his request.

"Hmm? What was that Sannie?" She wanted him to repeat himself.

Tugging at his bottom lip with his teeth, he began fussing around.

"Noona please it hurts." He whined.

Cupping his face, she squished his cheeks.

"What hurts Sannie?"

With a frustrated grunt, San took one of her hands off his face as he began unzipping his pants, fumbling with it until he managed to pull them down enough to allow his thick and long cock to spring free from its confinement. He hissed out loud as he made Y/N wrap her hand around the base.

"It hurts Noona. Please do something. Anything." He began moving her hand, hoping she'd get the hint.

Y/N couldn't believe he was actually begging her. He looked so pitiful and desperate under her as he was left at her complete mercy. Wanting to indulge him for a moment, she began pumping at his dick a little bit faster, the leftover oil on her palm serving as lubricant so it was easier for her to smoothly stroke him. San gasped and held his mouth agape when she began running her thumb across his slit, toying around with it as she continued to jerk off the rest of his length.

"Yes! Just like that! Oh my god! It's even better than what I imagined." He was very vocal for sure, but she kinda already suspected that.

"Oh yeah? You imagined my hand wrapped around your cock?"

San grunted harshly when she squeezed him a little too hard.

"Fuck yeah- I got off on fantasizing about you jerking me off." He admitted.

Y/N did not hide the smile of satisfaction spreading across her lips as she heard him say that. It boosted her confidence knowing the sexy man in front of her often pictured her in such an intimate position.

"Tell me Sannie, what else have you imagined me doing to you?"

San bit his lip, unsure of whether it was ok to spill out his dirty secrets. But then he realized that maybe if he said them, Y/N would be nice enough to fulfill some of them.

"I thought about having you ride my face, smother it with your soaked pussy. I wanna taste it. Bet it tastes so good."

He began bucking his hips into her hand, feeling his orgasm fast approaching. Y/N could sense he was close too.

"Keep talking Sannie. What else have you thought about?"

San's cock twitched when he saw Y/N lean down, her face hovering close to his leaking tip.

"Suck-sucking me off. I've always wanted you to suck me off."

He didn't keep his eyes off her mouth as she ran her tongue across her lips, her gaze looking intently at his length.

"Won't you please suck me off?" He raised his hips, the top of his head touching the corner of her lip.

Y/N thought about it for a moment. His cock did look delicious, and she couldn't deny the thought of stuffing it til it reached the back of her throat made her insides start pooling once more. But he was still the same brat he'd been since she met him. It wouldn't hurt to teach him a little lesson for a few minutes. Bending her head down, she opened her mouth as if she was going to wrap her lips around his tip. San was looking at her in eager anticipation, nearly busting a nut right then and there. He began whining erratically when she not only pulled her face away but also let his still erect cock dropped against his stomach.

"Why did you-?"

When he tried sitting up, Y/N roughly pinned him back down which shut him up immediately.

"Stop being a little brat and take what I gave you or else you're going to be going through an entire photoshoot with a denied orgasm."

San blinked slowly at her words.

"God you're so fucking sexy putting me back in my place like that." He confessed.

Y/N giggled softly before pecking his lips. Looking back at his abs, she ran a finger down along them.

"I'm not going to deny it, your abs look mesmerizing." She complimented him, which had San beaming with joy.

"I'm glad you liked them. I worked hard on them especially for you." He looked up at her rather shyly at his confession.

"Oh really? All this is for me?"

San nodded in an affirmative motion. Smirking at him, Y/N bent her body and began pressing feather light kisses along his abs.

"Well if they're meant for me guess I should make sure everyone knows it too."

San couldn't contain his giggles when Y/N began suckling on a small patch of skin. Her hands gripped his waist tightly in an effort to hold him still.

"Sannie, stop moving." She said against his tanned skin before moving down to suck on another spot.

"I'm sorry- I'm just really ticklish." He covered his mouth in an effort to stifle his laughter.

Y/N slapped his stomach rather lightly, finding him to be absolutely cute and adorable as she began leaving a trail of hickeys down his abs, starting from the end of his sternum and ending right on top of his bellybutton. She didn't stop until making sure they were all a bright purple color that was adorning his beautiful skin, admiring her own work. San also sat up slightly to look at what she had left, a fond smile on his lips.

"Does this mean I'm yours?"

The way he was looking up at her in earnest made Y/N realize he was being serious and not being the teasing little shit he liked being. He patiently waited for her answer, his own heartbeat pounding so hard against his chest as he feared getting rejected. Reaching up to cup his face, Y/N nuzzled her nose against his.

"Are you going to stop being a little brat and actually behave?"

San laughed heartily at that before swiping his tongue across her upper lip.

"Where's the fun in that? Don't you like me being a brat?" He counteracted at her.

Y/N pretended to think about it.

"It would be nice to spank you every once in awhile.......but can't you be a good boy every now and then so I can spoil you?" She purred softly as she began kissing along the side of his neck, making him melt instantly.

"I'm being good now N-Noona-" He sucked in a breath when she dragged her tongue along his collarbone.

"Yes you are my Sannie."

Thinking it was time to put an end to his frustration, Y/N stripped him off his pants and underwear before taking off her own skirt and pulling her shirt over her head, discarding them on the floor. San stared in amazement as she stood in front of him completely nude.

"Where have you been all my life?"

Y/N let out a subtle snort as she straddled San's lap. Lining him up to her entrance, she didn't keep him or herself waiting as she sunk down on his length, eye shut tight as he stretched her out in a delicious burn. She felt him twitch inside her, no doubt eager to finally be allowed to cum after having waited for so long. After getting adjusted to his size, she lifted herself off him before sinking back down on him.

"Oh god- it feels so good."

San propped himself up on his elbows, watching with great attention as his dick disappeared and appeared inside Y/N's warm and velvety pussy. When she began picking up the pace, he began releasing soft pants and grunts as his previously denied orgasm came spiking up once more. He could feel it about to burst out of him. Through clenched teeth, he tried to desperately hold back a little longer, just so Y/N could cum before him. But the feeling of her walls squeezing him tightly and rubbing him was too much to bear. No longer able to contain himself, he flopped back into the couch, hips shaking as his nails scratched the leather material under him.

"Y/N! G-gonna cum-!" He tried warning her.

Pulling him out of her, she helped him by pumping him up and down as he began releasing spurts of white, sticky cum all over his stomach. Y/N made sure to milk him until he could no longer squirt out anymore.

"You cum a lot." She giggled as she spread some of his cum around.

Covering his reddened face, San let out a tiny groan.

"I'm so sorry. I wanted to hold out a little longer for you but I couldn't. I promise it won't happen again."

Climbing back on top of him, Y/N surprised him when she straddled his abs.

"Well then....guess I'm going to have to get myself off on some other part of you. Right?"

Smiling down at him in a mischievous way, she began grinding herself against his abdomen, the muscles protruding out of them feeling heavenly as they rubbed against her clit. His skin began to get coated even more as his semen was being spread all over his body the more she rutted herself against his bare skin.

"You like this baby boy? Like watching me fuck myself on your abs?"

"Oh my- please call me that again." Hearing that nickname roll off his tongue send him into a frenzy.

"What? Baby boy? Like it when I call you that?" She teased as she began grinding harder against him.

"I love it. Is Noona gonna cum all over my abs?" He asked as he snaked his hands to grip at her thighs.

"Does my baby boy want that? Want me to make a mess all over his abs?" She questioned him.

"Yes! Want Noona's cum all over my stomach. Mark me as hers and hers only." He released small whimpers as he felt her pick up her pace.

When he felt her shaking on top of him, he moved his hands to wrap around her hips, holding her in place as she began spilling her juices all over his body, mixing with his own as they coated his abs even further. San helped her ride out her orgasm. When her breathing finally calmed down, he sat up to kiss her tenderly, his buff arms wrapping around her to pull her against his body.

"Mine." He smiled against her lips.

"You're so needy." She told him but he merely laughed it off.

Getting off him, they both gazed down at the mess that was covering his entire lower torso.

"They look like honey glazed cinnamon buns." She joked.

"I know. It's so cool." He looked at them in awe, running over to the mirror to get a better look at not just the shiny slick all over him but to marvel at the purple bruises running in a straight line through his stomach.

"Ok we should get you cleaned up before the photographer gets here."

Before she could start wiping off the residues of their sinful acts, San stopped her.

"Or......you were supposed to make my abs shine...well... they are shining." He squealed.

"San you are not about to take concept photos for your next album with your body covered in cum." She stated firmly.

Pouting furiously and stomping his foot, he crossed his arms.

"You're no fun."

Raising an eyebrow at him, she took a step forward and gripped his hips to press him against her.

"Trust me baby boy, I can be very fun if I put my mind to it......"

Ghosting her lips over his own, her hand began caressing her face.

"And I'll let you join in on the fun later tonight if you behave like a good little boy and let me clean you up and cover up those hickeys because they're only mine to see. Got it?"

He let out a soft squeak when she cupped his cock once more and gripped it harshly.

"Otherwise you're going to go out there with blue balls." She continued.

San quickly nodded, quickly succumbing to the charms and domination of the woman in front of him.

"Yes Noona. I'll be your good little boy."

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Working the cart at the street market was always a thrill. It wasn't that the job was particularly fun, but it was certainly never boring. Some customers were regulars who showed up weekly, but new customers came and went often. Some of the farmworkers loved working at the market simply because they adored the socialization that came with the job, but Eunyeong felt indifferent towards the job. It was nice to get off the farm and see what was going on in town, but sometimes the interactions with the townspeople really ruined the job for her. Elderly women judged her for not being at home with a family to take care of, younger women did little to hide their envy of her position, and men of all ages seemed to have a personal agenda to remind her that she was horrible for working a man's job. Ignoring these people had become a sort of second nature for her.

She had woken up that morning with dread in her bones. It was her turn to manage the cart at the market today. Her uncle had told her that if she could do this job two times a month then he would allow her to work on his farm. The prospect of having a job was enough to make her agree to any terms he had for her. At first, she was absolutely miserable after working in the market. It was difficult and it took a huge toll on her mental health after receiving harsh criticism all day long. There were multiple occasions where she had cried; the fear that she had been in over her head when seeking out a job haunted her. It was her father who had encouraged her to keep going. Though he didn't understand her extreme need to work alongside men, he hated to see her spirit so defeated.

"You are different, Eunyeong. This world isn't ready for a woman like you. If you let them bring you down now, then they will never be ready. If you want them to understand, you're going to have to make them understand. Push forward. Fight for what you want," he had told her weeks ago. "I believe in you. Now you have to believe in yourself."

She had taken his words to heart. He was right, just as he usually was. She adored her father. Though many saw the man as a stony figure with a hard exterior, she knew that his heart was soft and full of love. He was brave, compassionate, and cared deeply for those closest to him. If there was ever an idol figure in her life, it was him. Even when her mother scolded her for pursuing her personal goals, her father had been there ready to support her wholeheartedly. Because of this, she was eternally grateful.

When she had arrived at the marketplace, her hair was messy and her cheeks were flushed. She had arrived a few minutes late due to oversleeping. Her coworker looked over at her with a judgmental expression on his face before he tossed her a small bag to collect coins in. Relief flooded her chest when the old man turned from her without giving her a lecture about how she should be on time. For the next few hours business went as usual. She worked alongside her coworker in silence, only speaking to customers when spoken to. A gentle smile formed on her face every time she handed over a basket of vegetables, but the customers seem to be wary of her and never returned it. Things were going just fine - that is until a familiar man showed up. He came with three other men. Each had wide smiles on their faces. They were around fifteen years older than Piya was and had all grown up in the same village as she had.

"Eunyeong, it's so lovely to see you here," Howon greeted the woman in a smooth voice. His eyes bore into hers as if they were lasers, analyzing every detail of her soul.

Her stomach twisted, but she smiled a wide, fake smile. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Me?" The man questioned, raising his eyebrows. He hummed as if in deep thought. "I did come here with something very specific in mind today, but it seems I've already found it on my own."

"What would that be?" Eunyeong asked him, the smile on her face faltering. Her hands fumbled around as she pretended to organize the baskets sitting on the table in front of her. She only stopped when the man's right hand shot out and wrapped itself around her wrist. Her movements froze entirely.

"You," Howon said. A smirk formed on his face as his companions laughed behind him. The woman went to pull her arm away from his grasp, but his grip only tightened. She clenched her jaws out of anger. How dare this man?

"What's this?" Her coworker blurted out from beside her. She turned to look at the older man. He looked between her and Howon with confusion.

"Ah! It's nothing, old man. Return to your job," Howon brushed the man off in a patronizing tone. Eunyeong could see her coworker tense up at the man's words.

"Let go of her wrist. We both have jobs to do," He instructed Howon. The younger man scoffed and his grip grew even tighter around Eunyeong's wrist. The pain was nothing compared to the glimmer in the man's eyes. It was as if he was testing her, seeing how far he could push her before he would break her. So she stood taller, lifted her head, and looked at him with a stare that was even more chilling. His thin lips parted in surprise when her free hand wrapped tightly around his wrist. The grip around her wrist lessened as she forced hers tighter.

He hummed as if approving of her actions, but she could see the anger on his features. "What a bold woman you are."

The release of her wrist coaxed Eunyeong to pull her hands away from the man entirely. With one last smirk cast in her direction, the man turned and left the market booth. His followers turned and mirrored his movement.

Eunyeong risked a glance at her coworker, expecting him to be sending her scathing expression. Instead, the old man was staring off at the retreating group of men with a stoic expression on his face. When he finally looked to her, he said, "I'm going to have a talk with your uncle this evening. I'm going to request to share the same schedule as you."

The woman instantly grew nervous. She hadn't meant to cause a scene, but she could already feel that today had been the start of something unfortunate. Usually, her coworkers ignored Howon's behavior altogether, so she never had to worry about her uncle punishing her for any incidents occurring before.

"That's alright. I can manage on my own," she told the man. "It means a lot to me that you care, Jin-kyu, but please don't talk about what happened today with my uncle."

His eyes searched her face for a sign that she was downplaying the situation. He was sure that a young woman like Eunyeong must've been fearful of a hooligan such as the man he had just witnessed. Even after a few seconds had passed, he found no sign of fear. Of course, he was confused by this, but instead of arguing with the woman, he reluctantly nodded his head in agreement with her request. She released a breath of relief before she smiled a polite smile at the man. He gave a low grunt in response and then turned to continue doing his job.

It had been just before the sun began to set that the market began to close for the day. Eunyeong helped Jin-kyu lock up the farm's shop. They each carried a stick with two baskets full of excessive products hanging on the ends. In the royal areas of the country, they may have looked out of place. In the farming area of the country, they looked right at home. It was a common sight to see farmworkers struggling to carry such a weighted stick around on their shoulders. They walked alongside together along the gravel road. Their feet ached, but the pain they would feel later would be worth it. There was pride in working until your body ached. Not because it was fun to feel such pain, but because the pain seemed little when compared to the sight of their families enjoying a meal they had worked so hard to provide.

"Do you think that uncle's cow has gone into labor yet?" Eunyeong spoke up, breaking the silence that had embedded itself between the two farmworkers.

"Should have. Why? Looking forward to seeing the calf?" Jin-kyu responded. She could hear the teasing in his voice. Her mouth had just opened to reply when the old man next to her went crashing down onto the gravels beside her. Eunyeong gasped loudly, throwing the stick on her shoulders to the ground quickly. A figure raced her to Jin-kyu's body and before she could help the man to his feet, he was being turned over onto his back. A fist crashed against the old man's rough face. And then another. Eunyeong screamed out in anger. She kicked the old man's attacked away from his body. Jin-kyu looked up at her with wide eyes. His cheek was already beginning to bruise from the attack.

"Run Eunyeong," he spat out. When his attacker when to touch him again, the woman turned and lifted her discarded stick from the group. She turned and swung the wooden stick at the stranger's back as forcefully as she could manage. He howled with pain and covered the sound of the stick colliding against his figure. Taking advantage of the man's weakened state, she kicked him to the ground again before she rushed to help her coworker stand up. Together they ran towards the farm. Eunyeong held onto her stick as if her life depended on it. Every few seconds she would glance over her shoulder to see if the attacker was still following. He seemed to vanish completely after a few moments passed.

The woman was taken by surprise when she turned her head towards the direction of the farm. It had been so close, yet something was blocking her and Jin-kyu from reaching it. Three men stood in the middle of the pathway. She could recognize one as the previous attacker. Both she and her coworker came to a quick halt. Their chests rose and fell with short, quick breaths.

"Jin-kyu, what should we do?" Eunyeong breathed out. When she looked over at the man he was staring straight ahead with wide eyes. He was as clueless as she was. She grimaced at the realization. They were in trouble now. Her fingers wrapped themselves even tighter around the stick in her hand. If these men were looking for a fight then she would surely do her best to give them one.

The men suddenly raced towards her and the old man next to her. She swallowed nervously before she threw herself in front of Jin-kyu. When the first man reach her, she sent a forceful kick towards him. He grabbed her leg and held it as a blocking mechanism. Without his hands, he wasn't able to block the blow of the stick in the woman's hands. A vibrant ping echoed throughout the evening air as the stick clashed against the man's skull. He staggered backward, his hands flying up to hold his injured head. The woman quickly went to work with the other two men. She swung her stick towards them with confidence. Adrenaline was rushing through her veins as she did her best to defend both herself and Jim-kyu from the men. She was able to get one of the men in the eye with her stick. He cried out with surprise and stumbled into his companion, causing both of their balances to weaken.

Seeing an opportunity open up, she shot her foot out and wrapped it around the uninjured man's ankle before harshly jerking her foot. The man lost his balance completely and crashed to the ground. The other man still held onto his eye. Jin-kyu surprised the woman by swinging his fist at the attacker. The man's hand left his eye as he tried his best to catch his fall. He crashed onto the man who had just gone down seconds before him. The third man suddenly reappeared. He was strong this time, but his focus was no longer on the old man. Now he had a new mission: get rid of the stick in Eunyeong's hands. She fought against his tugs on the stick but ultimately lost her stick. Her eyes widened as a smug expression formed on his face. He snapped the wooden stick over his knee, something that should have been impossible.

"Howon sends a message. He wants you to know that he won't stand for your bold behavior," the man spoke in a deep voice. The other two men stood up soon after. The expression on their faces was less than pleased. The woman screamed in protest as the two men came behind her and held her arms behind her back.

"Eunyeong!" Jin-kyu gasped, stepping towards her. The third man decided at that moment to swing his arm towards the old man's face. Jin-kyu fell onto the ground. He crawled backward as his attacker took a step closer to him. Eunyeong struggled against the men's hold on her arms. Desperation was crawling up her arms and across her chest. If the man was too rough with Jin-kyu then he would kill him. She watched as the man pulled his fist back, ready to deliver yet another blow to the old man. Her eyes narrowed as she watched. Never before in her life had she felt so useless. The man moved his arm, but he wasn't able to land a punch. A blurry figure had tackled the attacker to the ground. Eunyeong could feel the men behind her move and her arms were free. She rushed to Jin-kyu's side and helped him back to his feet quickly. Instead of fighting, she decided to hold onto his hand and rush away from the scene and towards the farm.

She didn't spare a glance over her shoulder. Her heart was pounding and a light layer of sweat coated her skin. She didn't stop running, even when she and the old man had gone through the farm's entrance. Her feet only came to a stop when she had entered her uncle's office. He sat on the floor in front of a table with tea sitting on it. When he got a good look at the frantic pair in front of him, he shot up from his place on the floor.

"What's happened?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"A damned barbarian boy from the market sent his monkeys to attack us!" Jin-kyu growled out. Eunyeong's eyes widened as she looked over the old man.

"Why would he do that?" Her uncle questioned. She looked over at the middle-aged man. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked between her and her fellow farm worker.

Jin-kyu pulled his wrist away from Eunyeong's grasp. She hadn't even noticed that she was still holding onto the man. "He's infatuated with her. Showed up at the market earlier today and tried running over her like some big man. Must've gotten mad that she stood her ground."

Eunyeong's uncle looked her in the eyes. She could see the shock swimming in his dark irises. "Is this true?"

"Jin-kyu has never been a liar," she breathed out.

"If there's trouble like this happening because of you, girl, then I refuse to allow you to work on my farm any longer." Her uncle told her with a stern voice.

"Uncle, it isn't my fault-"

"I don't give a damn whose fault it is!" The man roared, cutting off her words before she could finish speaking. Her eyes widened at the man's outburst. She had never been spoken to by him in such a manner.

"Sir, she didn't mean to cause any trouble. It was the man's fault," Jin-kyu came to her defense. "She works hard."

Her uncle stared at her a few seconds longer before he turned to face the wall behind him. His hand raised to rest on his hips as he scoffed with disbelief. He stayed this way for a minute or so before he suddenly turned and pointed a finger at his niece.

"Let's go. I'll walk you home tonight. It's too dangerous for you to be on your own," he told her.

The tense woman turned to look at her coworker and bowed. "Please get some rest tonight. I am sorry for causing you trouble."

The man didn't say a word to her. She briefly met his eyes before she slipped out into the evening air. Her uncle followed closely behind her. There was a tense silence between the two as they walked through the farm fields and towards her home. She could see her mother's figure on the porch, watching as the two approached from the distance. When they finally arrived, her mother took one look at her and began clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"You look filthy child," the woman scolded her. Eunyeong could only look down at her dirty hands with shame. How would she face her father after causing such a disturbance for the farm? It was only a matter of seconds before her uncle would begin explaining why she would no longer be permitted to work.

"Where is my brother?" The man beside her asked. She almost winced at his tone. Her mother's eyes grew bigger at the sound. They averted from her uncle's face and fell onto Eunyeong.

"He's inside. His leg is hurting him more than usual today," Eunyeong's mother explained. "What's wrong?"

The man glanced down at his niece. She could feel his eyes on her. Shame was burning her skin. "I need to speak to him for a moment."

The young woman watched as her mother stepped aside, giving her uncle complete access to the entrance of the house. He did not hesitate in walking inside.

"Mom, I'm so sorry," Eunyeong spoke slowly. Her head was bowed with shame. "Uncle is going to forbid me from working on the farm any longer."

She heard her mother draw in a deep breath. For a moment she thought this was due to surprise brought on by the news. She was corrected when her mother sighed and said, "It was only a matter of time. Women are not meant to be farmworkers."

Her mother's words were more painful than her uncle's had been even when he was yelling at her. Her shoulders dropped while her eyes quickly glossed over with tears. Knowing that she had let down her family was the worst feeling she had ever felt. A blade in her heart would have been less painful than the feeling she experienced at that moment. Footsteps approached the entrance of the house. Her uncle was already departing? She couldn't look up. She didn't want him to see her shameful expression or the tears in her eyes. The feeling of his eyes on her felt like the sun's rays on the hottest summer day. The air in her lungs got stuck in her throat. The man didn't say a word to her, but bid good night to her mother. He bowed and then he left.

Her mother didn't waste another second outside. She listened as the woman retreated into their home and when she knew the woman was gone completely she dropped to her knees. Her head raised so that her eyes could take in the evening sky. Silent curses left her parted lips as her hands swatted away stray tears. The universe had given her an opportunity to prove herself worthy and she had failed to do that. It hurt to know that even her best was not enough.

"I won't give up," she whispered to the empty sky. It was a promise to both herself and the universe that tonight's events wouldn't hold her back from pursuing her goals. She would show her parents that she could do it. She would continue to put food on the table for them. Nothing, not even a foolish man like Howon, could stop her.

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cosmichoneyedblossoms · 5 years

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Until I See You Again

— Galaxy Horizon —

Pairing: Choi San x Manager reader

Genre: idol au | soulmate au |

Word Count: 1,932

Warning: Hell, nothing yet.

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“Are you heading home?” A voice startled you; turning around, you meet the gaze of Yunho.

“Oh, yeah. I’m finishing up the schedule for the next week and then I’m heading home.” You lifted up a stack of papers and headed towards the exit where Yunho blocked you from leaving, “I-Is there something else?”

“Are you okay?” His eyes stayed focused on you, searching for an answer.

“Y-yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem like you’re in a daze today.”

“O-oh…” Shifting the papers in your hands, you let out a sigh. Yunho wasn’t wrong, your mind has been in a completely different place—the forest to be exact, “I’m okay. Just a lot on my mind.”

“Our schedule isn’t too stressful for you, is it?” You could understand why he was worried, you were usually upbeat and happy, but today your voice wasn’t really heard in the group.

“Nope, it’s more or less family matters, your schedule is just fine, if not easier to handle than what’s going on.” You flashed a smile towards him, his eyes lit up at the sight of it.

“If you need to vent, we’re here for you.” He returned your smile.

“Absolutely. Now, go home and get some rest.” He nodded his head and started to back out, “And don’t let Jongho talk you into playing games tonight!”

“Yes, ma’am!” His voice echoed through the practice room into the meeting room, making you shake your head.

“Papa, I’m home.” You closed the door behind you to hear footsteps thumping over the wood floors.

“My baby is home?!” His head popped into the entryway, an eye-crinkling smile on his face, “Where have you been?!”

“Dongyeonnie’s. His house was closer to work, but I missed you.” Slipping off your shoes, you placed your bag on the side table to be enveloped into his arms.

“Let’s have a drink, my princess.” You hummed peacefully, leaving his embrace to move towards the sofa while he went to the kitchen. As you leaned into the couch, your phone dinged a familiar sound, it giving away who messaged you.

[11:33 PM] Dongyeonnie: Are you coming by tonight? Jisoo made you dinner.

You stared at the message from Dongyeon, your thumbs hesitating to message him back. After your talk in the previous hours, you couldn’t face him knowing that you are still going to attempt to figure out what San was talking about.

[11:40 PM] You: I’m going home for the next couple of days, Papa has been worried about me, so I might as well show my face to him.

“Who’s messaging you so late?” Your dad’s muffled voice asked from the kitchen, you peered past the half wall that separated the kitchen from the living room to see only his rear sticking out from the fridge.

“Dongyeon… he was asking me if I was going to his place…” You turned off the ringer and sat the phone facedown on the couch.

“Ah, that’s right, you’ve been staying there…” His voice became clear as he walked into the living room with two shot glasses and a green bottle of soju, “Are you two fighting?” You chewed on the inside of your cheek while you slid down to the floor in front of the coffee table. The snap of the soju bottle opening caused you to lift your glass up to him for him to pour the clear liquid into the glass; without hesitation, you tossed back the shot and sat your glass onto the table, waiting for the burn in your throat to fade.

“I wouldn’t say fighting, but he just thinks I shouldn’t try to figure out what’s been going on in my dreams because he thinks I’m only going to get hurt.” He lifted the bottle once more as to refill your glass and you complied lifting your glass up to watch the liquid fill the glass.

“That’s not for him to decide, honey. That’s for you to.” He filled his glass and sat the bottle down to lift his glass and slowly drain it while you tossed it back as quickly as possible. You cleared your throat, humming in response when it occurred to you that you should ask him.

“Papa… do you remember me hanging out with a San in high school or even remember me saying his name…?” He babied another glass of soju as he thought, but he shrugged.

“You were the most private between you and your brother, you kept to yourself and always worked on your studies. I don’t really remember you leaving the house, to be honest. The boys always came over here and you four lounged out in your bedroom.”

“But no San?” He shook his head to your question and your heart sank down into your stomach, your hopes of finding out we’re starting to wear thin and you didn’t know how much longer you could keep your emotions bottled up before letting them loose on San himself.

“I wouldn’t let it get to your head, your memories will come back in due time.”

Due time?

“Alright, Papa, I’m heading to bed since I have to be up at five.” You stood from your spot and your father cleared his throat.

“Just remember, don’t let it get to you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You made your way into your room and closed the door behind you, sighing. Exhausted eyes traveled around your room while you changed into shorts and a T-shirt, trying to find anything that could help spark a memory, “He’s right, I shouldn’t let it get to me or my head…” The cool sheets of your bed welcomed you as you slipped between them, more than ready to sleep, but not ready to see San.

A slight breeze tickled your skin, conjuring goosebumps to arise on your exposed arms and legs, the warmth of your bed seemingly nonexistent.

Please…

Your eyes began to open

Don’t let it be the forest again…

Opening your eyes, they were met with a dark pair above you, “What the hell?!” Quickly pushing them away from you, you squirmed away from him.

“Ow…” San growled, rubbing his chest where you forcefully shoved him.

“What in God’s name were you doing on top of me?!” He lifted his hand to show you a faded green leaf.

“Will you stop freaking out? It was literally a leaf.” Your cheeks ignited at the sight of the leaf fluttering out of his grasp.

“Oh…” Your gaze drifted from his in embarrassment to notice you were back in the same forest that you’ve been in the previous nights, “So… what’s your deal?” San scoffed as if your question wasn’t worthy of an answer.

“What?”

“Why do you keep showing up in my dreams?” San crossed his arms, huffing.

“Don’t flatter yourself, you’re the one who’s appearing in my dreams.” You returned his scoff with one of the same level of annoyance.

“I’m not, okay?” Your expression contorted to match your knit brows, “This is my dream.” Letting out a frustrated sigh, it occurred how childish you sounded which didn’t help the blush that was already staining your cheeks, “Anyway… you were saying something yesterday about the graduation trip… I didn’t really catch what you said…” His face fell at your words and his gaze drifted as he got to his feet.

“If you didn’t hear it, never mind then.” He turned on his heels and started to walk in the opposite direction of you, leaving you speechless.

“W-What the hell! Tell me!” Through your yelling protest of his reply, he kept walking and remained quiet like his thoughts were in another place, “San! Where are you going?” He didn’t reply once again to which slightly annoyed you a bit more than you already were, “San, where—”

“Why are you following me?”

“It’s just… it’s really dark and…” You fell silent, the words you wanted to say got lost in your throat. San turned to face you, his face staying flat.

“You’re not scared of the dark, are you?”

“Excuse me?” You scoffed trying to brush off the fact he hit the nail on the head, “I’m so not!”

“Well, that’s good.” He turned away from you once more and continued on.

“But y’know…” You reached out to him and grabbed hold of his arm, “Two is better than one…” You breathed, struggling to calm the pounding of your heart. San could sense how tense you were through your grasp on his skin, he abruptly spun around and pointed behind you.

“What was that?!” He yelled, your scream surprising him; your arms were squeezed tightly to your body and your eyes were closed just as tight, he couldn’t help but chuckle at your terrified state. You looked up at him to see him making a poor attempt to stifle a laugh.

“Do you want to die…?” Your eyes staring up at him rendered him mesmerized and it finally settled in that his hands were holding onto you; seeing the change in your expression made him realize it too. He quickly removed his hands from your shoulders and rubbed his palms against his sweatpants.

“Listen… it’s fine if you want to follow me, but don’t cling to me like it, it weirds me out.”

“O-oh… okay…”

Not like I planned to hold on or even touch you, but okay.

“San… are you really not going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“What happened at the grad party…”

“No.”

“Did I like puke on you? Spill anything on you? Hit on you? That has to be it and since I have amnesia, you're mad that I forgot about it?” You let a laugh slip and San rolled his eyes.

“It’s nothing that stupid.” His icy tone killed the joke you were making. You sighed a bit, attempting to try to remember what happened when he spoke again, “Y’know…” He gripped your shoulders, his fingers digging into your bare skin, “The fact that you don’t remember a damn thing between us really pisses me off.” His eyes grew shades darker than before, them making your skin crawl.

“What?”

“It makes me ten times angrier than I already am with this whole situation.” His grip tightened on your shoulders, making you wince.

“Ow, San—”

“Because if you, I’ve been feeling like an idiot this entire time.”

“Stop…” You tried to pull away from his grip for him to grab you by the collar of your T-shirt.

“Do you have any idea how shitty this feels?” His growled words threw you into a panic, the darker his eyes became, the more terrified you felt.

“San… I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry…” he dropped the hold he had on your shirt, “ I really can’t remember—” The inky darkness swirling in his irises made you flinch and take a step back from him.

“No matter how many times you ask me…” He continued to take strides to you, your body instinctively moved away from him, “I will never tell you.” He finally took a stride long enough to come face to face with you, close enough you could feel the heat from his breath against your lips, “Remember it on your own.”

“F-fine… I got it…” You pulled away from him, turning your face away from his searing demeanor, creating distance between you both; "will you cut it out now…?” You took another step back for your foot not to hit the ground, but instead, your body slipped from the edge of a cliff that was hidden within the black of night.

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 (𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)× 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐔, 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧! 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐛! 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬.), 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱.

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The producer turned off the music which confused the artist that was currently inside the recording booth. Taking off the headphones, she fanned out the hair which stuck in between them and looked towards the two males which were sitting outside watching her intensely.

"Is something wrong?"

The long and frustrated sigh the producer emitted let her know something was most certainly wrong.

"It's all wrong. Everything about your singing is wrong." The producer said.

Y/N's mouth dropped open slightly, confused by the man's voice. Tilting her head, she could see the other male who currently had his arms crossed and was looking at her with a smug grin, probably celebrating that she was about to get scolded.

"What is it? Is it the lyrics? Am I off key? Do you want me to sing in a different tone." She could already feel her anxiety rising up.

"No Y/N. The pitch, the lyrics, all that is fine. It's just....there's no feeling whatsoever. This is supposed to be a love song yet it somehow feels extremely melancholic. It's like.....it's like I'm listening to an extremely talented zombie."

The younger male from behind nearly doubled over, a soft snort coming out his nose that he quickly drowned out by covering his mouth and pretended to cough. The girl in the booth blinked slowly, processing that words the producer just said to her.

"We're done for today. We'll continue recording another day. Just please Y/N, try to find some inspiration to help with the feeling of the song. Think of an idol you're crush on, your pet, your favorite food! I don't care! Just try to sound more convincing, please!"

Without so much as another word, the producer slammed the door behind him. Once the girl stepped out of the booth, her eyes darted over to the male in the couch, who could no longer contain himself and began bursting into laughter.

"Oh shut up you gorilla."

Grabbing one of the pillows, she tossed it at his face in vain as he merely caught it and stuffed it underneath his arm.

"I'm not the one who made the producer angry with that screeching of yours." He shrugged.

Letting out an offended scoff, Y/N placed her hands on her hips.

"I do not screech thank you! As if you did any better Jongho."

"Uh....last time I recall, I got through my first half of the song perfectly fine with no screw ups. You on the other hand have been recording over and over again cause you can't fix that hoarse throat of yours." He teased her.

"My voice is not hoarse!" She cried out.

"Ok sure whatever you say. It's ok, I promise I won't say anything about you sucking dick last night and that's why you can hardly talk let alone sing."

"Excuse me?" She raised an eyebrow at him, not amused with another one of his dirty jokes.

"I mean kind of unprofessional to do such things the night before a schedule, but who am I to judge a nymphomaniac?" Wiggling his eyebrows at her, he snorted loudly.

Y/N was going to retaliate the same way she usually did: strike back with a savage remark, insult him personally or even smack his head just for the fun of it. Although she couldn't deny that she probably deserved him teasing her since she was the one who started every time since they began working on the song together, she still felt like he went too far at times. Almost like an annoying brother who seemed to thrive out of making your life miserable. But this time, she wanted to turn it up a few levels, get Choi Jongho to eat his words and shut up once and for all.

"Oh? So you've heard the rumors then?"

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"What rumors?"

Giggling softly, she began to slowly walk over to him, making sure to put a little sway in her hips.

"The rumors about how I give some of the best blowjobs."

She nearly laughed when Jongho's eyes flung open, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed nervously at her words.

"Oh stop playing coy Jongho and just admit it." She brought her face down at eye level with him, Jongho pulling his gaze away immediately at her close proximity.

"Ad-admit what exactly?" He stuttered cutely.

Smirking down at him, she startled him when she suddenly straddled his lap, his hands clutching the leather material under him.

"Admit that you brought it up cause you want to experience that yourself." She ran her fingers through his soft black hair.

"Experience what exactly?" He shifted uncomfortably underneath her, face reddening as he began to feel a small tent begin to form in his jeans, prompting him to stop moving before she felt it.

But Y/N felt it, she could definitely feel his bulge poking at her ass. Unable to stop herself, she rolled her hips against Jongho's, who had a shocked expression on his face.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, words caught in his throat as he thought about a way to get out of the situation.

"What? Isn't this what you wanted? All those times you made all those sex jokes, wasn't it just to get me like this? On top of you? Ready to sink myself on your cock and ride you as I want?"

Jongho stumbled over his words, small frustrated whimpers spilling out of his lips as his erection grew harder inside his pants due to the incessant roll off her hips. And the way he was involuntarily bucking his hips up at her wasn't helping at all. Leaning down, she grazed her lips over his, her warm breath ghosting over his mouth.

"Just tell me how you want me Jongho. On my knees, on all fours, on the wall? I bet you'd love showing off your strength as you pound my soaking cunt against the-"

"I'm a virgin!"

Once he yelled out those words, Y/N's movements halted. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she looked down with extreme surprise at Jongho, whose flushed face and teary eyes told her he wasn't lying to her.

"You're what?!" She quickly got off him, afraid to even be closer than 6 feet from him after his revelation.

"I'm a virgin ok!? I've never done anything with anyone, I haven't even had my first kiss."

He looked utterly ashamed and humiliated having to admit all that, especially when he had a huge problem in between his legs, that Y/N felt really bad for him. She knew she probably took it too far, but how was she supposed to know that he was practically a saint?

"Then why would you always tease me with overly sexual jokes?" She demands to know.

"Because nothing else worked to get you mad. Everything else slid off like butter on you. Besides I had to get back at you for all the times you messed with me. You were the one who started being mean out of nowhere and for no reason."

She definitely couldn't deny that statement. Sighing softly, she leaned back on the chair behind her.

"Ok, I guess I'm sorry about it. I guess I can..... stop pestering you or whatever." She offered.

Jongho's eyes immediately lit up at her words, unable to contain that gummy smile of his.

"Really?"

Y/N didn't know what it was, but seeing him smile like that, looking so adorably innocent and naive, it sparked something in her. She looked him up and down, Jongho was certainly very attractive and she'd be lying if she said she had never thought about what he'd look like without clothes on, his physique was astounding to say the least. She didn't know what it was, but she knew she had to have him.

"If........you give me something in return."

Jongho looked at her in confusion wondering what on earth she could possibly want from him.

"And that is?"

Smiling fondly at him she answered:

"I want to take your virginity."

Jongho widened his eyes, his hand trembling softly.

"You want to what?"

"You heard me Jongho. I want to take your virginity."

He looked so appalled and frightened by her words, his eyes looking down at the floor that she immediately regretted having such thought in the first place. How could she possibly ask him to give up something which was possibly important and sacred to him.

"Look Jongho, I was only kidding. Don't worry about-"

"Ok fine."

Now it was her turn to be shocked.

"Wait. Are you serious?" She looked at him in disbelief.

He nodded, all fear and doubt from before gone.

"But I'm holding you to your word. You better start being nice or so help me I'll ruin your career."

She chuckled dryly at his threat.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't annoy you anymore."

They stood quiet for a few moments, unable to think of something else to say. Jongho was the first to speak up.

"So....should I take off my pants then?"

Y/N cringed at his words.

"Not right here right now Jongho. Maybe in a less public place, like I don't know, my apartment." She suggested.

"Oh right....." Jongho realized how dumb he probably sounded right at that moment.

"Let me know when you don't have any schedules, I'm going to be on break anyways for the next weeks after I finish my goodbye stage tomorrow at Music Bank, so I'll be free any day after that."

Jongho nodded.

"So we're really doing this?" He asked more to himself than to her.

"You can always back out at any point if you want." She reminded him.

"No! It's fine. I'll let you know when I'm available."

Getting up, Jongho grabbed his jacket and phone. Before leaving, he scared Y/N when he suddenly cupped her chin with one hand and kissed the top of her head.

"I'll see you soon Y/N. Take care."

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Y/N paced back and forth. One minute she was sitting quietly on her couch then suddenly she got up and grabbed a glass of water in the kitchen. Why was she so nervous? It's not like she wasn't experienced in sex, but for some reason she felt antsy about what was about to happen.

"Calm down. Just get it over with and try not to scare him to much." She mentally told herself.

She couldn't help but stare at her reflection in the mirror she had in the hallway. She looked at her attire consisting of plain black shorts and a dark grey oversized shirt. Should she change into something more cute? Or was she overdressed? She mentally face palmed herself for thinking that.

"I'm going to end up naked in the end, who the fuck cares about what I'm wearing?" She shook her head at her stupidity.

Hearing the doorbell ring, she actually jumped slightly and let out a small shriek. She took a deep breath and sped over to the front door, hesitating for a second or two as her hand hovered over the handle. Wanting to get it over with, she turned it and opened the door in a rather hasty manner.

"Hey." Jongho shyly greeted her, mask still covering his face, his hat pulled down to hide his forehead.

"Hey you." She moved out of the way to let him inside.

Taking off his mask, hat and jacket, Jongho neatly put them on the rack Y/N had on the front door, making sure to also take off his shoes. Turning around, he looked around everywhere but at her, his hands in his pockets as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"How was your day?" She asked him.

"Ummm tiring. I spent most of the day filming with the Hyungs for the new drama we're going to be in. So yeah....." He answered softly.

"Oh I see. Yeah I remember how acting schedules were. Are you hungry? I can whip up some ramen for you fast."

Not giving him time to answer, she took his hand and led him into the kitchen. She began rummaging through her cabinets, taking out a few packets of ramen, thinking Jongho was no doubt hungry.

"Would you like some water? Juice? I made lemonade this morning that-"

She instantly shut up and dropped the ramen packets on the floor when Jongho's hand gripped her wrist and turned her around to face him. He looked nervous, she could feel how his hand trembled against her wrist, and she knew she was probably also mirroring the same expression as he was. Nevertheless, he was determined in what he was going to do. His eyes were fixed firmly on her lips which looked so soft and delicate. Before he and she knew it, he was leaning down and pressing his lips against hers, giving her a faint whisper of a kiss. If Y/N could she would have giggled at how cute he was being, giving her the exact kiss she expected from someone who was having his first kiss. But she held herself back, letting him enjoy himself.

Pulling back, Jongho pressed his forehead against hers, eyes scanning to see her reaction.

"Was it terrible?"

She shook her head and smiled at him with a warm expression.

"No, on the contrary, I enjoyed it."

Unable to help herself, she wrapped her arms up his neck and began pecking his lips.

"Have I told you you're absolutely adorable?"

Now it was his turn to smile as he began to reciprocate her kisses.

"No. You usually called me a bother, gorilla, oversized panda or something like that."

Y/N hummed softly as she slowly began to deepen their kisses, enclosing her lips over Jongho's, her tongue running itself on his upper lip.

"Open your mouth." She gently told him when he didn't get the hint.

Parting his lips slightly, Jongho let out a tiny muffled whine when he felt her tongue poke against his, swirling around his mouth in slow and slimy movements. He felt so awkward having her practically devour his mouth, pulling his tongue between her lips and giving them a slight suck. Feeling him get really awkward, Y/N pulled back.

"Not a fan so far?" She nuzzled her nose against his.

He let out a groan.

"How can you people enjoy it? Feels like an eel is trying to attack me."

Y/N laughed softly at his comparison, not offended but understanding it would take time for him to get used to certain things.

"Hmmm ok. Then let's try something else."

Starting at his jaw, Y/N placed tiny butterfly kisses across it, lowering them down onto his neck. She concentrated on the way his breath would hitch when she'd kiss a certain place, tongue poking out to test the waters and so far he seemed to be ok with it. But he still hardly made any reaction. Did he also not like neck kisses? Or had she not found the right-

"Oh-oh.." Jongho inhaled sharply, his hands coming over to cling onto her hips when she had placed a lick on top of his neck mole.

"So that's where it was."

She mentally smiled before latching her mouth back on top of the patch of skin, suckling on his sensitive spot which had Jongho mumbling something incoherent.

"...feels good.." She made out a few words.

"Yeah? You like this?"

Letting out a tiny gasp when he felt her bite down on his neck, Jongho's head tilted back so she could have more access, eyes shut tight while his bottom lip was caught between his teeth. He didn't think he'd be that receptive to her suckling, yet here he found himself, pressed against her kitchen counter, barely able to keep his hands away from her as they were now sliding down to cup her ass. Kneading at the soft skin, he didn't notice he had begun to rut himself on her thigh which was currently between his legs until she had pulled back and told him about it.

"You're already this turned on by just a hickey?" She gazed down in between their bodies.

"Oh?......I'm sorry. I didn't mean-"

Shutting him up with a kiss, she linked their hands together before pulling him out of the kitchen.

"Don't apologize."

Jongho allowed himself to be lead into her room, letting her guide him to the bed where he obediently layed down on. He was unsure of what to do when he felt her tug at his shirt.

"Off."

It was a simple command yet he found it hard to bring himself to do it. He began to feel self conscious. Although he was proud of his body, would she think the same way? What if she preferred less bulky men? Or what if she didn't think he was that fit? It seemed Y/N knew what he was thinking about since she slipped her hands underneath his shirt, lightly caressing his bare torso.

"Don't be shy. I bet you look fine."

Raising his arms over his head so it'd be easier for her to help him slip his shirt off, he looked at her and blushed slightly when her eyes raked over his arms, his muscles flexing unconsciously.

"Ok well, bet lost. You look better than fine." She fought hard to keep herself from drooling over his large built. Jongho truly was one of the most mesmerizing idols she had ever seen, and she had seen a lot of them since she debuted.

"So think my body looks ok?"

Instead of replying, Y/N opted for hunching over and start giving his chest open mouth kisses. She didn't break eye contact whatsoever as she dragged her tongue down his abs, further flustering the poor boy who was eyeing her every movements very carefully. The further down she got, the more needy he seemed to be getting. Suddenly his jeans felt too confining, too restricting. He got an urgent need in between his legs that he had never felt so intensely as he felt at that moment.

"Y/N....." He called out to her, fingertips grazing her hair.

Retracting her mouth from his stomach, which now had a purple mark forming, Y/N looked up at him with concern.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Jongho shook his head. Bucking his hips up against her body, he licked his lower lip.

"Please do something."

When she still didn't understand what he meant, he took hold of her hand and placed it on his crotch, making her subtly squeeze at the hardness. Getting the hint, Y/N thought it would be a little fun to tease him just once more.

"What? Want me to take you out of these pants?" With a roll of her palm, she had Jongho hissing lightly as she groped at his hard on.

"Yes please. Touch me." He urged her to continue.

Wanting to please him, she began undoing his zipper, opening up his pants before dragging them down his thick thighs along with his underwear. She had to flinch her head back when his girthy cock sprang free and nearly hit against her chin. She had her mouth agape as she took in his size, resting on top of his stomach.

"Jesus, I knew you'd be big but I didn't think you'd be..... that big."

Jongho giggled nervously at her comment.

"Well thanks for that."

Pretty soon, his pants were also discarded on the floor. Y/N took in the sight of Jongho fully naked on her bed, chest slowly rising up and lowering back down, anxious to find out what she was going to do next. Settling herself between his legs, she hummed softly before taking a hold of his base, that action alone making him tense up.

"Just relax ok? I know it'll probably feel awkward for you at first but just try not to think too much." She encouraged him.

Jongho nodded and decided to not look down at her, instead choosing to gaze up at the ceiling above him. He grimaced slightly when he heard and felt her spit on his dick, feeling odd about having her saliva ooze down his length. But soon after, he let out a sighed softly as he felt what he assumed was her hand running up and down his shaft. He couldn't help but close his eyes as he began to get lost in the euphoric feeling. He would occasionally inhale sharply everytime her thumb would run itself along his slit, hips rolling up to match the strokes she placed on his cock. Jongho already felt a blissful sensation that he thought couldn't get any better.....and then he felt something warm wrap around his head.

"Oh- fuck!" Jongho's eyes shot up as he stared down to find Y/N giving his tip the most subtle of sucks yet it was more than enough to make him go wild.

"Sorry. You just looked too irresistible that I just had to. Hope you don't mind." She winked at him before sinking more of him into her mouth.

His cock twitched when he felt himself hit the back of her throat, the gagging sound she made making him worry momentarily, but it was obvious it didn't bother her as she just dragged her tongue down to his base before coming back up and taking all of him inside her mouth once more. Her head began bobbing up and down as lewd slurping noises spilled from her mouth. Sloppily, she'd swirl her tongue around him, sometimes even dipping it into his slit when she would pull back before going back down until her nose touched his pubic bone. Meanwhile Jongho had his hands fisting the blanket underneath him, his hips trying to hold back from grinding up against Y/N's mouth in fear of accidentally hurting her. When she gave him a particularly harsh suck, his hips jerked up and he was immediately pushing her face away.

"Stop! T-too much!" He gasped out, already looking out of breath with sweat beads forming along his hairline.

"I'm sorry, guess I got a little carried away." She wiped some of the drool and precum that collected around her chin.

While he layed there trying to collect himself, Y/N took the opportunity to begin stripping herself out of her clothes. Throwing her shirt over her head, Jongho whimpered when he saw that she had worn no bra underneath her garment, her bare chest greeting him out of nowhere. He couldn't peel his eyes from her, looking up at her in amazement and admiration as she sat on top of him completely nude.

"You're beautiful..." He didn't realize he said it out loud.

"Really? You think so? I was a little worried since I gained a bit of weight during my hiatus." She pouted slightly.

"Oh trust me, you have nothing to be worried about. You're gorgeous." He couldn't help himself but praise her, feeling himself fall deeper into her charms.

Pulling him up, Y/N wrapped her arms around him, lips coming down to kiss him tenderly, making sure not to slip any tongue in his mouth since he obviously didn't enjoy it very much. Jongho seemed to have gained a little more confidence, his hands coming up to caress her back, before fully embracing her with his arms, pulling her closer against him. As he shifted underneath her, his cock made contact with her wet core, making them both moan into each other's mouths before pulling away, their breaths getting caught in their throats.

Looking at him one last time, Y/N had to ask.

"Are you completely sure you still wanna go through with this?"

Jongho didn't hesitate, instead laying back down as he looked up at her.

"Yes I'm sure. Just please.....be gentle." He begged her.

Fighting back her urges to just ruin him completely, Y/N took a hold of his base and lined him up against her opening. Wanting to take it slow, she first slipped his head inside.

"You doing ok so far?"

He nodded reassuringly.

"Yeah....feels kinda like having your mouth around it, only it's a lot warmer and more tighter."

Slowly and slowly, Y/N began to sink lower onto his length before fully sitting on top of him. Jongho let out a choked out gasp as her hole covered him entirely, squeezing him all around.

"H-holy!" He cried out in a raspy tone, fingers reaching out to grip at her thighs to help him stabilize himself.

Y/N waited a few seconds to let him adjust to the newfound feeling, smiling to herself whenever she felt his cock twitch inside of her.

"I'm going to pull back out now ok?" She explained.

Pushing herself off him she then lowered herself back onto him, moaning softly as he stretched her walls out deliciously. She kept a steady pace, making sure to slow back down whenever he seemed to get agitated or overwhelmed her strokes which she noticed by the way his breathing became more erratic or how his nails began digging into her flesh. Taking his hands off her thighs, she held them in her own, bringing one of them up to place a kiss on the back of it.

"You're doing great so far Jongho."

Hearing her praise him sent his heart fluttering, his eyes locked on where their bodies were connected, breathing and panting heavily everytime he watched himself disappear inside her folds before reappearing again, only to be safely enveloped once more by her velvet like walls. He felt an unfamiliar feeling begin to build up in his core, it felt like one of the many times he had secretly jerked off back in the dorms, but this one felt stronger and more intense. He couldn't keep himself from squirming as he began to shudder against his will underneath Y/N.

"Y/N! It's- oh my!" He couldn't fully comprehend what was happening to him, he just felt himself spiraling down into some hazy state.

"It's ok baby, just let it go. You're about to cum, it's ok. Just cum for me, show me how good you're feeling." She cooed at him lovingly.

Through shivering and stuttered whimpers, Jongho came inside her, his cum spurting out in heavy pumps as he coated her insides entirely. Y/N made sure to slow down so as to not overstimulate him, the orgasm he was going through probably already being too much for him. She just watched as his eyebrows were furrowed, a tiny vein protruding out from his forehead, mouth hanging open as his entire features were illuminated by extreme pleasure and euphoria. Her movements completely stilled after a while, taking a minute or two before pulling out of him entirely, a tiny trail of his cum leaking out and dripping down one of her thighs. Brushing some of his hair out of his face, she kissed his cute button nose.

"How are you feeling?" She studied his features.

Through hooded eyes, he smiled shyly up at her.

"Like I'm in heaven."

She chuckled at his answer, her hand stroking his cheek in a gentle motion, making him melt even further into her touch.

"I wish we could spend more time like this....just cuddled up together like this. Touching each other like this." He confessed, eyes staring deeply into hers.

"Who says we can't?" She arched an eyebrow.

"I mean...... but like.... you don't like me in that way do you?" He braced himself for what he expected to be rejection, but surprisingly Y/N simply kissed his cheek.

"I'm actually growing quite fond of you Jongho... I think I would really enjoy spending more time alone like this with you."

Once again his gummy smile overtook his features, making him look even more handsome than what he already was. Jongho felt absolutely happy to hold her in his arms, have her smile at him with that breathtaking smile of hers. Then suddenly he realized something.

"Ummm.... you didn't cum did you?"

He felt so bad when she shook her head, his head slumping back on the pillow as he let out a dissatisfied groan. Y/N however didn't seemed too bothered by it.

"Jongho, it was your first time. I knew you were probably going to cum before me. It's perfectly normal."

Her words didn't give him much assurance.

"Still, I feel bad. Do you want me to do something?" He offered.

"Well actually...."

With a mischievous grin, she spread his legs and ran her hands along his firm and toned thighs, eyeing them as if they were some exotic dessert. Jongho gave her a puzzled look when she straddled one of them, her juices already soaking his bare skin.

"Just stay still and let me introduce you to a little something called thigh riding."

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