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be like the love that discovers the sin (lover, be good to me) (jaehyun/mark)

When a child comes of age, they are brought to the temple of the gods and offered up for pleasure. Some are chosen and their lives are blessed. Some die. Some are not chosen at all. Today, it’s Jaehyun’s ceremony.

(working title: Hello, I'm Coming Out As A Certified Jaehyun Fucker)

Characters: Jaehyun, Mark, other members of nct

Genre: oneshot, smut, fantasy au, gods & goddesses

Warnings: major character death, mild violence, religion

Rating: Explicit

Length: 15.4k

Hello! For my longtime readers, I extend a quick and informal apology here for my sudden and long absence. I wanted to keep writing through the hard times, but the times got too hard and I had to divert all my energy to survival instead. Luckily, I survived! I am doing much much better now, and come back to you with a dozen new ideas and some rapid-fire updates. Keep an eye out :) much more to come from me, very soon.

Also, I apologize kind of for the life this work has taken… it was meant to be something short and horny and it is decidedly not short and more than just horny. Um. Oops.

The traditions had faded from popular fashion before Jaehyun was born. Out in the bigger townships, and even the medium-sized settlements, most people turned to other practices of piety years ago. But Jaehyun was born into a tiny village surrounded by acres of nothing, and there, traditions lingered.

It was never strange to him; he knew from the day he was old enough to comprehend something as wild and untouchable as the gods that one day, it would be his turn. When he came of age, he would be washed and dressed and made as perfect as he could be, and then taken to a sacred altar in the moonlight where he would be presented as an offering to the gods.

There was no way to know how the gods might react to each offering. The ideal outcome was a ravishment, but it happened only about half the time. A god would take to the human offering and bestow a coupling upon them. This showed the god’s favor, and if the offered human survived the ceremony, they would be blessed forever by that god.

Frequently, though, the offering would not survive it. The gods were strong and immortal, and a human body sometimes was too weak to withstand such an encounter. Other times, more than one god would appear, and the offering might be killed in the crossfire. Often, no god would appear at all, the sign of an ordinary life full of ordinary miseries, and nothing more.

Only those who had already undergone the ritual were permitted to attend, so no one knew what exactly to expect going into their own. Every teenager spent every day leading up to their twentieth birthday wondering what their ceremony would be like. Would they be chosen by a god? Which one? How would it feel? What would their life be like if they survived it?

Some were pleased with their match. When Jaehyun asked his friend Johnny what his ceremony was like, Johnny smiled, starry-eyed and dreamy. “It was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced,” he said. “It hurt. Everywhere, I could feel him everywhere.”

Johnny had been chosen by Yuta, the god of sex and love and beauty. Subsequently, all the boys and girls threw themselves at Johnny day and night ever since his ceremony. Those who survived always bore the mark of their god, and Johnny was undeniably beautiful.

Others found their god somewhat insulting. Ten, whose ceremony had occurred only a year before Jaehyun’s was set, had been chosen by Kun, the god of wisdom and courage.

“I’m not wise,” Ten spat. “Who needs wisdom?”

“You do have a certain wit,” Taeyong, another one of Yuta’s picks, wheedled. “Maybe that’s what it’s for.”

“Maybe he was so exasperated with your complete lack of wisdom he couldn’t stand to pass up the opportunity to put a little wisdom in you,” Doyoung suggested drily.

“I suppose that’s why you weren’t chosen at all, then?” Ten snapped. “You were already perfect?”

“Stop it,” Jaehyun complained softly before Doyoung could retaliate, and they did.

Jaehyun was the only child born in his year, so his ceremony would be the only one before a long stretch of quiet months. Usually, only certain religious officials and maybe the friends or partners of the offering would attend a ceremony, the rest of their loved ones choosing to spend the time preparing for their return, drawing up hot baths and making a soft bed; the rest of the village only faintly interested in hearing of the results. But because Jaehyun’s ritual would be the last until the new year, he had a feeling it would be a lot less intimate.

He tried not to think about it much. Wondering wouldn’t change his fate. He knew this. He was born a certain way, raised a certain way, and grew into the person he was now. Fretting over who might choose him, if any would at all, wasn’t going to make a change at so late an hour. Neither would praying, though he did this anyway to appease his parents.

But just because Jaehyun didn’t want to spend his time speculating didn’t mean no one else did. Everyone seemed to have an opinion. Many seemed to think Jaehyun would also be chosen by Yuta, for his good looks and his love of pretty things. Others thought it might be Donghyuck, the god of the sun, his warmth drawn to Jaehyun’s cold beauty, or else Taeil, the god of the moon, for Jaehyun’s delicate spirit. Jaehyun would nod at each suggestion, would say, “Perhaps, maybe,” but he didn’t think any of them were right. He couldn’t imagine the touch of those gods, so powerful and strange.

“Who do you think it will be?” people would always ask when they were finished spouting their own theories.

“I don’t know,” Jaehyun would reply, though he did have a faint inkling. “I suppose we’ll have to wait and see.”

Mostly, Jaehyun tried to keep his mind occupied. He read his books, practiced his music. He went for walks in the woods nearby, collected flowers and herbs to press the color out of for paints. He found himself fretting so quietly he hardly even noticed it, except for when the world was hushed and still around him and his hands and mind weren’t busy. Like so many before him, Jaehyun wanted so badly to be chosen by a god, to be proven worthy. Like so many before him, he’d spent his whole life wondering if he was good enough. Like so many before him, he was afraid to die.

But the days marched forward, and soon his birthday arrived, swift and merciless as the gods waiting for him. He woke to weak winter light and his mother hovering in the doorway, one hand holding the doorknob, the other resting almost absently over her heart. A strange sort of panic reared in his stomach.

“Happy birthday,” she said quietly when she saw his eyes were open. “Come get something to eat.”

Jaehyun did not want to eat. He wanted to curl into a ball under his blankets and cling to his childhood and never enter the holy house with their stark stone floors and sacrificial altars. He wanted to walk into the woods and never return. Whatever glory he might win from a successful ceremony was not worth this kind of fear, the kind that pressed at his throat and made it hard for him to breathe.

But that was not the way of things. Jaehyun was born into a tiny village surrounded by acres of nothing, and where tradition lingered, it doled out demands.

So Jaehyun rose, made his bed, and followed his mother into their kitchen. He ate his breakfast quietly, broth with a baby chicken stuffed with rice, something that would stick with him for the rest of the day and give him strength. When he was finished, his mother took his bowl, wordless, and passed him off to his father to help him get dressed.

It wouldn’t matter, anyway; when Jaehyun went to the temple of the gods this afternoon, he would be stripped and bathed in the finest hot spring water, prepped and primped and presented to the gods the same way the gods presented him to the world: bare and shaking.

Still, tradition doled out demands, and one was for respect. Jaehyun would dress in his finest things and present himself first to the priests and the shamans with humility and deference. He would be clean and pious and he would go quiet and willing.

His friends had gathered outside his house by the time his parents had deemed him acceptable. The sun was high in the sky. No one spoke; Johnny smoothed a piece of his hair and Taeyong took his hand. Ten ran his fingers down Jaehyun’s back. Doyoung nodded once and turned to lead them down the road and into the village. The older boys knew what was waiting for him, and they would guide him to it as gently as they could.

“Jaehyun!” A voice, high and shaking still with youth. Jaehyun turned; it was Jungwoo, one year younger than him and big eyes round with worry. He would stay home today, as would all the other children. Another one of tradition’s demands. No one under the age of twenty would step foot into the village today.

Jungwoo brushed past the boys and wrapped his arms around Jaehyun’s middle, crushing his clothes between their bodies as he tilted forward into an embrace. Jaehyun let him, closing his eyes.

“I will see you tomorrow,” Jungwoo said as he pulled away. His face was serious. He said it like a command. Without waiting for a response, he turned and ran, fleeing back into his house.

Jaehyun smoothed the wrinkles the younger boy had left behind, and resumed his walk to the temple. The other boys still said nothing, but Jaehyun could hear them breathe, the quick pattern of fear, in-out, in-out.

No one else was in the streets; even the market was quiet and empty. It was always like this on ceremony days, but Jaehyun had never been out to experience it. The silence pressed in on him from all sides, and though he could see no one but his friends and his parents, he could feel eyes watching him from every window.

A priestess was waiting for him at the doors of the temple. His friends fell away, and his parents followed him up the steps. The family bowed to the priestess, and then Jaehyun’s mother spoke.

“I present my only child, Jung Jaehyun, on his twentieth birthday, as an offering to the gods. May one of them be pleased.”

“Thank you for your sacrifice,” the priestess replied, voice smooth and gentle. She held out a soft hand to Jaehyun; Jaehyun took it. “As ever, his fate is with the gods.”

Though Jaehyun did not turn to watch, he could feel his parents retreating behind him as the priestess led him inside the cool dark of the temple. They would return home, he knew. They would not attend his ceremony; most parents did not, unable and unwilling to watch their child as they were taken and claimed; or worse, killed; or worse even still, ignored. His mother would cook far too much food and his father would work with his hands, likely splitting wood in the backyard, and both of them would try not to think of blood.

They would think of it anyway.

“Come, child,” the priestess called, and Jaehyun realized he was falling behind. “We have much to do to prepare for your meeting with the gods.”

Jaehyun was led past the altar. Even now, with the afternoon sun still shining in through the windows, the whiteness of the marble was nearly blinding in its brightness. It seemed to throw the rest of the room into shadow for its splendor, rich and pure and clean in comparison to the dusty wood and stone. Jaehyun’s eyes stuck to it, hungry for even a glimpse of the future, but it revealed nothing. He was pulled into a back room and he saw no more. The priestess led him through a maze of hallways and down stairs until he could smell the heat and sulfur of the springs.

She passed him off to a team of older priests waiting in an auxiliary chamber. They pulled his clothes off with delicate fingers, wordless and practiced. Jaehyun stood still and obedient, trying not to flinch in embarrassment as the last of his garments was removed and he was left naked in the center of the room. He did not have to stand long; they brought him into another room and there was a steaming pool of spring water. They helped Jaehyun up to the ledge and let him slip into it.

Jaehyun sank down, grateful for the warmth and the cover of the milky water, but the hands followed. They scrubbed him clean, not too painfully, but enough to leave his skin raw and stinging. They washed his hair, and then cut it, removing unruly pieces until it lay neat around his head.

The priests brought him from the spring to yet another room, wrapped him in soft cloths and patted him dry, then lay him out and rubbed earthy-scented oils into his skin. Jaehyun could pick out some of them—lavender, bergamot, cedar, sage. Others were unfamiliar, the smell coiling in his nostrils and lingering there.

Hours had passed. Jaehyun could only assume the sun was already setting. It was winter, after all, the days short and dim. As the last of the oil was smoothed into his elbows, his knees, his heels, the air seemed to change. It felt as though the world was holding its breath.

Presently, the same priestess who had greeted him reappeared in the doorway holding a simple white robe. “So you do not shiver all the way up to the altar,” she explained softly when Jaehyun gave her a strange look. “It is time.”

She helped Jaehyun into the robe. He bowed to the priests that had prepared him, and then followed her down the passageway, back up the stairs, and out into the main hall where the altar waited.

Spectators had already gathered. Jaehyun could hardly see them; candles illuminated the altar and left the rest of the room in murky darkness, but he could feel the press of the bodies, could hear the muffled rustling. It was as he had predicted. Many people had come to witness his ceremony, many people he did not know, eager for the chance to see the gods one last time before the long year ahead. The High Priest was the only one whose face Jaehyun could make out, and he let his feet take him to the outstretched hand.

The High Priest took off his robe for him, then stepped aside and gestured for Jaehyun to climb up the altar. Jaehyun’s legs shook as he ascended the few short steps, padding to the center and turning to face forward before lowering himself to his knees and ducking his head, his hands resting on the tops of his thighs. He cast a furtive look around himself. There was nothing to cushion his body, only cold white marble. He saw a few vials of what he presumed to be oils for lubrication sitting off to one side. There was that, at least.

“Jung Jaehyun has reached his twentieth birthday. He is now presented to the gods as an offering.” The High Priest’s voice seemed to bounce off the walls, the echoes ringing in Jaehyun’s ears. “May the gods know our gratitude. May he please them.”

“May he please them.” The murmur rose from the crowd, something learned and secret. Jaehyun tried not to shiver, but he could not help the tremors that ran through his body.

There was silence. It had been that way all day, a stillness, an anticipation. But now the silence seemed to be alive—malicious, almost, huge and terrible.

And then—a flash of light so bright Jaehyun’s eyes watered, and with it, the smell of drying paper, and a warm hand on Jaehyun’s cheek. Jaehyun blinked the tears of shock away as terror washed through him, and dared to look up.

The eyes that looked back at him were wide and intelligent, brown like his own. The cheekbones, sharp even in their boyishness. The lips, soft and sweet as they moved in the shape of Jaehyun’s name. This was not a god any of Jaehyun’s friends had mentioned.

But it was a god Jaehyun knew.

“Yes,” the god whispered. “You know me. Your hands know my touch. Jaehyun.”

Relief ran through Jaehyun’s body, abating the fear at least momentarily. He held himself taut, but the god was right. He knew this touch, had known it his whole life. He had felt these hands guiding him as he worked, as he played his instruments, as he sang, as he drew. Of course. It could be no other.

“Jung Jaehyun.” The god raised his voice for the whole temple to hear. “I, Mark, god of culture and the arts, claim you.”

And then—then, Jaehyun was being kissed, sweetly and fiercely, and he could hold himself up no longer. He sagged into the god’s arms, his relief making him weak. But Mark’s arms were strong, and he held him easily, tipping him back as he licked into Jaehyun’s mouth. Staking a claim, just as he said.

Jaehyun felt his back hit the cold stone of the floor and gasped. It broke the kiss, and Jaehyun’s eyes flew open, worried he had offended Mark. But Mark was only looking back with an intent sort of curiosity. His hand was still on Jaehyun’s cheek. He was naked, too, Jaehyun realized belatedly. He didn’t know why he was surprised. Everyone knew why Mark had come, what he was here to do.

Mark nudged Jaehyun’s legs open, and Jaehyun let them fall apart. He couldn’t look away from Mark’s face, the beautiful line of his jaw, the way a strand of hair fell into his forehead, the way his eyes almost seemed to glow. There was power in him, certainly, but it hummed soft under the surface. Still, terror clutched at Jaehyun’s chest. Just because this god’s strength was not so overt did not mean there was nothing to fear. He imagined Mark’s hands crushing the bones of his wrists. He could grind Jaehyun to dust between his palms if he wanted, and Jaehyun would not be able to stop him. Jaehyun noted with some kind of dull surprise that while this thought conjured alarm, it also conjured something else—something sweeter and darker, something that burned in the pit of his belly. He felt his ears go red, the heat of it seeming to pulse through him.

Mark’s lips found Jaehyun’s chest, his stomach. He stroked Jaehyun’s cheek with his thumb; Jaehyun wasn’t even sure he was quite aware of the movement, but found it comforting nonetheless. Though he could still feel all the eyes raking over their bodies, a mixture of awe and harsh scrutiny, it was Mark’s thumb moving across his cheek that instilled an air of intimacy. Yes, the village watched, as did the other gods, Jaehyun was sure, out of sight. But the circle of light contained only Mark and Jaehyun, a god and the mortal he had chosen, and it was for them alone.

One of the vials had found its way into Mark’s hand. Maybe he had summoned it; Jaehyun wasn’t sure. Mark sat back on his heels, eyes so focused, dark eyelashes casting shadows over his perfect cheeks. Jaehyun chased his touch as Mark pulled the hand from his face, and Mark blinked up at him, surprise and something Jaehyun had to categorize as amusement flickering behind his eyes. There was so much in the way of it, though—Jaehyun barely saw a glimpse before Mark’s face became wholly inscrutable again.

Mark regarded him, placid, as he slicked up a finger. “It will hurt,” he said quietly. Not an apology. Not even a warning, really, just a statement. Jaehyun nodded mutely. “You know, of course.”

Jaehyun knew. He had been told it would, not just by Johnny. It was a sacrifice, giving up his body for the gods. Jaehyun had never thought much of it beyond flat acceptance, had never been particularly pious, but now—now, he found he wanted it, hoped it would hurt, just so he could withstand it, just so he could show his devotion.

Mark pressed a finger against his entrance, sinking in slowly. Jaehyun gasped; he scrabbled weakly against the marble without meaning to, instinct telling him to escape the discomfort. But Mark held him down at the hips, and Jaehyun’s feeble attempts to writhe away were entirely fruitless. Mark did not apologize and he did not stop. The terror lunged up Jaehyun’s throat in a great wave, his breath coming shallow and fast.

“Please,” he choked out. “Please, I c-can’t—”

“Shh,” Mark whispered. To his credit, he slowed nearly to a stop, eyes flicking up to Jaehyun’s face. “It won’t hurt for long. Be patient. It will help if you relax.”

Jaehyun shook, squeezing his eyes closed and trying to forget that there were dozens of people watching. What would happen if he couldn’t take even one finger? Would Mark proceed anyway, tear him open, leave him raw and bleeding and broken? Or would he lose interest, grow impatient, and kill Jaehyun in his frustration? Shame welled up in Jaehyun’s belly, and he realized what he feared more was not his own death, but Mark’s disappointment.

He fought to control his breath, drawing an exhale in as deep as he could and forcing himself to expel the air slowly. He had been chosen by a god. Now he would show everyone—himself included—why he had been chosen. Another breath, longer and steadier than the last, again and again until his heart rate had slowed and the terror no longer clawed at the back of his throat.

“Good,” Mark murmured, and Jaehyun’s next exhale came out with some of his voice attached. “That’s it, just a little more.”

Jaehyun blinked his eyes open and realized his vision was blurry with unshed tears. He brought a hand to his face and swiped them away so he could see. Mark was still bent over him, eyebrows creased in focus. At last, Jaehyun felt the junction between one finger and the next against his skin. Mark pet down his side, palms so soft, touch light and soothing. Jaehyun settled against the marble as the pain ebbed, turning from a sharp burning to a softer sort of ache.

Mark moved his finger and the pain came back. Jaehyun grit his teeth, forgetting the lesson he had just learned. The panic returned, too; if Jaehyun could not take even one finger, how was he supposed to take anything else? What if it did kill him?

“Relax,” Mark hissed out, grip solidifying on Jaehyun’s hip again. Jaehyun whimpered, too caught in his fear to listen, trying to pull away. “Jaehyun.” He heard his name and stilled, panting softly.

“Sorry,” he gasped, struggling to focus on Mark’s face. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I—I’m trying.”

“I know,” Mark said. There was no anger there; instead, something rich and mysterious and unknown to Jaehyun. Mark pulled his finger out and then worked it back in again, and Jaehyun forced his terror down and willed his tears away and waited. It won’t hurt for long. He knew pleasure would come next, but it seemed impossible. All he had was a stinging ache and a foreign sort of sensation along with it, and the dregs of terror still . He didn’t know how pleasure could be made from that.

Steadily, though, the pain dulled, and Mark was able to move his finger faster, meeting less resistance as the slick of the oil spread inside Jaehyun. Quiet wet noises rose up from between Jaehyun’s thighs and he remembered again his embarrassment, his audience in the darkened shadows beyond the altar. He imagined the flush of his cheeks, the way the light would catch the sweat beading along his hairline. He couldn’t imagine how the villagers would react. Did they think him pathetic? Wouldn’t gods normally be harsher than this? Was he simply weak?

Mark squeezed in a second finger beside the first and Jaehyun had to swallow a noise of surprise. The stretch was not as bad as the first, or maybe Jaehyun was just growing used to it. Mark pushed both fingers in, careful still but not too slow. He shouldn’t be. He was here to collect a reward. Jaehyun’s comfort was not important. Another wave of heat coursed through Jaehyun’s body at the thought. Maybe the pleasure was from this—being used for a god’s pleasure. Maybe Jaehyun would catch it, like a cough, or it would catch him, like a hungry flame licking at dry wood.

And then, Mark curled his fingers inside Jaehyun, and Jaehyun’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Oh, oh,” he gasped, pain forgotten or else blended so carefully into this new feeling, this desire sweet and hot like poison in his stomach, that he could not tell the difference. Mark stroked over the spot again, humming out a soft noise of satisfaction when Jaehyun let out a quiet moan.

“There,” Mark whispered, just for Jaehyun to hear. “I told you, patience. You’ll open up for me now, won’t you?”

“Yes, yes,” Jaehyun managed. He felt his cock twitch against his stomach and realized wetness had gathered at the tip. Mark twisted his wrist, pressing at Jaehyun’s walls, and it hurt, but it also felt good, and now Jaehyun understood. He let his legs fall open wider, silently begging for—what, he didn’t quite know. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to take another finger, but he didn’t care. If he bled, he bled. Tomorrow he could rest. Tomorrow Mark would be gone.

The god seemed to share his impatience. As soon as the swell of Mark’s knuckles no longer caught on Jaehyun’s rim, he pushed a third finger in. He was ready for it this time, mind and body adjusting quick and violent to something new. Jaehyun found he was rolling his hips, trying to meet Mark’s fingers, trying to get him deeper, trying to make Mark give him more. Mark kept a steady pace despite this, and when Jaehyun caught his eye, he thought he saw a satisfied glint there, something self-assured and pleased.

“Good,” Mark repeated softly, and Jaehyun couldn’t help it; he whined as more precome dribbled out onto his stomach.

Now that the pain was behind him and the pleasure had settled over Jaehyun’s body like a heavy blanket, he could almost laugh at how scared he had been. How had he thought he wouldn’t be able to take it? When it felt this good? He let his gaze travel from Mark’s face down his body—the wide shoulders, the sturdy chest, the small waist, all hardened by lean muscle; then lower still, where the shadows obscured what Jaehyun really wanted.

“Please,” he whispered. “I’m ready, please.”

“One more,” Mark muttered, and Jaehyun felt him forcing his pinky in beside the other three. Jaehyun nodded fiercely. One more, he could take one more if it meant he was closer to taking Mark’s cock. Mark curled his fingers with every stroke and the heat built and built inside Jaehyun until it threatened to consume him. Jaehyun realized hazily that through his fear and surprise and now heady pleasure, he hadn’t noticed how close he’d gotten. And now he could feel himself teetering on the edge, but Mark hadn’t even really begun. Would Mark be angry if he came? He had not said he could not. Still, it seemed wrong, for Mark to be the only one doing any work and the only one not getting anything out of it.

Mark must have been able to tell. He leaned forward, hand leaving Jaehyun’s waist. Mark planted his hand on the marble next to Jaehyun’s shoulder, hovering over him. He dipped his head and kissed him, tongue-first and a little messy. And Jaehyun couldn’t help it. “Sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m gonna,” he tried to mumble against Mark’s lips, but it didn’t come out very clearly. It was too late, anyway; he was coming, his body wracked by the waves of pleasure that washed over him, release spattering across his stomach and chest, hot and sticky.

Mark didn’t pull away; instead, he kissed him through his orgasm, teeth snagging on his lower lip, a soft growl rumbling in the back of his throat as Jaehyun gasped and moaned. When Jaehyun collapsed at last, boneless, against the marble, Mark finally broke the kiss, pushing away, sitting back on his heels.

“Now you’re ready,” he said quietly, pulling his fingers out. He gripped Jaehyun’s hips and then lifted him, flipped him over. Jaehyun flailed for a moment before righting himself, palms slapping against the cold stone just in time to prevent his forehead from cracking against it instead. Mark pressed a hand in between his shoulderblades, pushing him down while his other hand stayed fixed on his hip, forcing Jaehyun to rest his cheek on the altar and arch back, to expose himself to Mark.

Jaehyun realized now how quiet the room had become. Before, there was faint rustling from the onlookers, whispers passed amongst the crowd. It had faded into the background of his mind, but now there was absolute silence. Jaehyun almost felt compelled to hold his breath in order to not disturb it.

He wished he had held his breath. Because one moment all he could hear was the soft noises of Mark preparing himself behind him, and the next, the head of his cock was pressed to Jaehyun’s entrance, and Jaehyun let out an embarrassing moan before he could stop himself, loud and needy. Mark sank in, unperturbed, curling over Jaehyun’s body as he pressed in deeper. Jaehyun could feel the warmth of his body against his back. How smooth his skin, how soft. Jaehyun let his eyes flutter shut as Mark bottomed out, and suddenly, his embarrassment was gone. It wasn’t important, what the spectators might think. They had not been chosen by this god, would not be able to please him the way Jaehyun would. He could feel how hard Mark was inside him, and that was all that mattered.

Mark did not give him much time to adjust. He drew his hips back and then snapped them forward again. Jaehyun’s cheek bumped against the marble from the force of it. He hardly felt the pain, too sensitive still from his orgasm to feel anything other than the creeping overstimulation.

Mark leaned closer, dropping to his elbows, arms caging Jaehyun’s head on either side. Jaehyun felt lips against the back of his neck, and he trembled. He knew his only role was to take it, but he wanted to do more than that. He tried to think back to anyone else who might have been chosen by Mark, who might have let something slip about what he liked, what he didn’t like, how to best please him. He realized with a jolt of trepidation that no one in his memory had ever been chosen by Mark.

A hand in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp; Mark made a fist and pulled Jaehyun’s head back, forcing him to turn his neck until his right ear was against the cold floor of the altar instead of his cheek. Jaehyun could feel the whisper of his breath fanning across his cheek. “Stop worrying,” Mark murmured. “You were made for me, and now you are mine. You’re doing well.”

“Mark,” Jaehyun slurred softly, tears pricking at his eyes. Like so many before him, he’d spent his whole life wondering if he was good enough. Now, here, with Mark rocking inside him, with Mark’s lips against the jumping of his pulse, Mark’s body pressed flush to his body, Mark’s hand twisted in his hair, he was discovering that the answer was yes.

The slap of skin on skin echoed in the hall. Jaehyun’s whole body felt like an open flame, hot and sparking, but Mark did not stop and Jaehyun did not want him to. Even though Jaehyun was exhausted and already sore, he did not want Mark to stop. You were made for me. Jaehyun couldn’t help but wonder at it. Did he mean it? Was Jaehyun made with Mark in mind, placed into a family that would shape him into something quiet and hardworking, gentle and smart? All for Mark to see, so that this moment could happen? It didn’t seem so ridiculous in the candlelight, the hushed tension of a ritual.

Jaehyun could feel the drag of Mark’s cock inside him, the way he hit that spot that made Jaehyun melt. Maybe he would dissolve in Mark’s hands, spill out down the steps of the altar. He panted quietly, blinking tears out as Mark went faster and faster, whimpering at particularly hard thrusts that might have resulted in Jaehyun’s skull splitting on the marble had it not been for Mark’s hand still in his hair.

“You can take it.” For once, Mark’s voice sounded a little strained. “Just a little more, you can.” Jaehyun let out something between a sob and a moan, nodding. He could take it. One of Mark’s arms snaked its way around Jaehyun’s waist, bringing them closer still. At this angle, Mark couldn’t thrust anymore, could only grind deep and dirty inside Jaehyun. His hand stroked down Jaehyun’s belly, like he was searching for a bulge there. Jaehyun couldn’t tell if he found one or not, didn’t have much time to think about it before Mark’s hand was around his cock instead, moving in time with the circling of Mark’s hips.

“Oh, fuck,” Jaehyun gasped. He felt so helpless, so pathetic, drooling onto the marble as a god fucked him hard and relentless. His vision was blurry, and he noted faintly it wasn’t just from the tears; his eyes had gone unfocused, and he didn’t know how to refocus them. All he could feel was Mark, Mark in him and on him, Mark’s cock, his hands, his lips, the heat of it, the held breath, the tension, ready to break.

“C’mon,” Mark gritted out. “With me.”

Jaehyun closed his eyes and gave in, spasming weakly as his cock twitched in Mark’s fist and he was coming again, shooting his release over Mark’s fingers and onto the pristine white marble of the altar beneath him. He sobbed as the feeling overwhelmed him, body no longer quite his own.

Mark groaned low in his ear, fucking into him nice and deep even as he came, filling Jaehyun with it so quickly he could already feel some of it dripping out with every shallow thrust of Mark’s hips. At last, Mark stilled, breathless above him.

There was complete silence for a moment. And then Mark pulled out, rolling Jaehyun over onto his back. He kissed him then, sweet and fierce like the first kiss they shared not an hour before. Had it really only been that long? Jaehyun thought he met Mark much before that.

Maybe he had.

He could feel more of Mark’s release leaking out of him, but his body was limp and useless and he couldn’t do anything to stop it or clean it up. He could only lie in the center of the altar, a used offering, as Mark pressed another kiss to his lips, softer this time, almost gentle.

“I will visit you again,” Mark whispered, and Jaehyun tried to nod, but his head was too heavy.

When he opened his eyes again, the altar was gone. He was resting instead on a table in a stuffy stone room filled with the smell of sulfur. He looked down at his body and saw that it was clean. A few priests shuffled past him, carrying folded clothing—his, from earlier that day.

“You’re awake,” one of the priests said softly. “We will dress you and escort you home.”

“Congratulations,” another one added, “on a successful ceremony. The gods are pleased.”

“The gods are pleased,” Jaehyun murmured dizzily, nodding. He let them dress him, sitting up and staring vacantly at the wall. He had been cleaned thoroughly, he could feel it, and oils had been massaged into his skin once more. Still, he ached, inside and outside and in his heart, too.

The priests brought him back up to the ground floor. The room had been cleared, the candles on the walls relit, the altar cleaned. No trace, no evidence of the ceremony remained.

Jaehyun was brought outside. It was dark, the sun already below the horizon, the sky tinged only very faintly a burnt orange. Jaehyun walked with the priests, silent, keeping his head bowed so he would not trip.

His parents were already at the door when they arrived. Someone must have told them, or else they seemed to sense it had been long enough. Their relief was painfully clear on their faces as they thanked the priests for their care—relief that their only child, their son, their only chance, was viable after all.

“He did very well,” the High Priest said, bowing to Jaehyun’s mother. “You raised a good son. The gods are pleased. He will be blessed.”

“Thank the gods,” his mother replied, mostly to herself. His father bid the priests farewell, and his parents ushered him inside.

It wasn’t all the gods his mother should thank, though Jaehyun didn’t tell her this. It was just one—one, for guiding his hand and inspiring him and keeping him gentle. Molding him into someone curious and bright, watching over him his whole life, and then coming to take responsibility for it when it was time, to say see, the beautiful thing I have created?

His mother fed him chicken stock and then shooed him off to bed. “Get plenty of rest,” she said, kissing his forehead. She hadn’t done that in years. Jaehyun blinked after her. “We’re so proud of you.”

Jaehyun nodded, happy to crawl into bed and sleep.

- - -

Occasionally, those who survive their ceremonies were visited by their god, if they were particularly pious. Some gods were busier, or else just had a wide selection. Jaehyun knew Yuta came to Johnny and Taeyong sometimes, still, but it was rare.

Jaehyun wasn’t sure what to expect. He wasn’t sure if he was expecting anything when he fell asleep, too exhausted to even consider it. Mark had said he would visit him again, but he hadn’t said when.

Jaehyun woke to warm afternoon sunlight, a quiet house, and a god sitting on the edge of his bed.

He swallowed a scream, scrambling to sit up, making to slide off his bed and onto the floor maybe, to crumble to his knees at Mark’s feet.

A hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Rest,” Mark said softly. “I’m sure you’re very tired.”

“But I—but you—” Jaehyun couldn’t fight him on it, but still, it felt wrong. He leaned back against his headboard, disquieted.

“Please, it’s alright.” Mark waved it away. “I don’t—I don’t want you groveling at my feet. Not like that.”

The power still hummed under his skin, but Jaehyun didn’t find it as frightening anymore. “Why,” he began slowly. “Why have you come to see me, then?”

“If not for groveling, you mean?” Something wry had entered Mark’s tone, and Jaehyun flinched, fearing offense. But Mark didn’t seem offended, just tired. “You… must know that I’ve never come to claim an offering before.”

Jaehyun blinked. He knew no one recently had seen Mark’s favor, but... “Never?” he asked. “Not once?”

Mark shook his head. “I am not like Yuta. I am not the god of love. I am not like Donghyuck or Taeil, whose domains are whimsical, whose routines are easy and ingrained. My domain is constantly changing. I have work, and lots of it. I do not have time for whimsy, for dalliances, the way many of the other gods do.”

“Then,” Jaehyun whispered. His throat felt dry. “Why me?”

Mark caught his gaze and held it. “My fellow gods are constantly seeking amusement,” he said. “I suppose I am too, in my way. A few of them got together, began plotting. They helped make you, and they made you impossible for me to ignore. They brought you into the world and knew I would have no choice but to watch over you, to steady your hand, to make you mine, over and over again, every day in secret until the day I would no longer be able to hide it.”

Something cold washed over Jaehyun. Mark had not wanted this. He had been forced, by fate and by the other gods, cornered and made to carry out a duty. Jaehyun was not special. He was an elaborate prank, and nothing more.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, casting his gaze down at his lap.

“No,” Mark said. Jaehyun didn’t feel the bed dip, but suddenly Mark was right next to him, one hand on his cheek. “That’s not what I meant,” he said. “You—you are a miracle, and I do not regret anything.”

“But you didn’t want this,” Jaehyun said.

“At first, no,” Mark admitted. “But—do you know how long I have been alive?” Jaehyun nodded tentatively; of course he knew. The gods had been alive since the beginning of time. “You know, but you don’t understand. I had found a routine. I had a method, I had my work, and I thought I was happy. I thought that was it. I am one of the most successful out of all of us. I hold one of the largest, most well-kept domains of all the gods. I am younger than most of them, too, started when I was hardly more than a child myself. I thought I knew everything.

“But in all my time, in all my diligence and all my care, I had forgotten those I had dedicated myself to. And then there was you.” Mark pulled back, hand falling from Jaehyun’s cheek to his knee. “The others were right, though I’m not sure they meant to be. How can I be the heart of humanity when I never speak with humanity?”

“I am not all of humanity,” Jaehyun mumbled.

“No,” Mark agreed, “but you’re a start.” He tipped his head to one side. “There is a lot I don’t know. I’m hoping maybe you can teach me.”

Jaehyun nodded, somewhat placated. Still, a question scratched at the back of his brain. “Would—forgive me, but would you still have done it, if I had been someone else? If you’d had this realization earlier, if I’d turned out differently?” he asked. Maybe he was begging. Was it really all for me, only for me? Or was I simply a convenient choice? Please. Please tell me I mean something.

Mark was silent for a moment, regarding him. When he finally spoke, his voice was rich with an emotion Jaehyun did not know how to name, but one he recognized all the same. “You could not have been anybody else,” he said. “It could not have been anybody but you.”

“Oh.” Jaehyun wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but the response nearly knocked him flat on his back. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do now, knowing a god had made him and claimed him so thoroughly?

Mark leaned close, pressing a kiss to Jaehyun’s lips. Jaehyun kissed back through his surprise, eyes drooping shut.

“Sleep now,” Mark said. “You still haven’t healed. I will visit you again.”

“Wait—” Jaehyun snapped his eyes open as Mark pulled away.

But Mark was already gone.

- - -

Jaehyun said nothing of this encounter, beyond that it had occurred, to his family. What was he meant to say? Of course he belonged to the gods, they all did. How could he explain he meant it differently without sounding heretical?

“Has Mark come to visit you?” Taeyong prodded one afternoon.

“Once,” Jaehyun replied quietly. “A few days ago. He said he would return. I don’t know when.”

“Yuta never promises a return,” Taeyong says, nudging Jaehyun with his shoulder. “I guess all gods are different.”

“I guess,” Jaehyun agreed.

Mark stayed away for a week. Once Jaehyun’s parents were convinced he had recovered, they felt comfortable leaving him home alone, and planned to help a nearby family with some household tasks—likely in exchange for food or supplies, though Jaehyun didn’t know the details of it. All he knew was that he was left to watch the house in their stead, to keep it tidy and safe while they were out. Jaehyun cleaned, fed the chickens, and then retired to his room to read.

One moment Mark was not there, and the next he was. Jaehyun looked up and saw him in the doorway and dropped his book on the floor.

“I scared you,” Mark said. “I’m sorry.”

“Startled me,” Jaehyun corrected, bending to pick up his book and lay it down on the table beside his bed. “I was hoping you might come.”

“Did you miss me?” Mark padded closer to where Jaehyun stood, though he stayed out of arm’s reach. There was something almost coy about the way he said it.

“Yes,” Jaehyun replied truthfully.

“I’ll visit more often,” Mark said.

“I thought you were busy,” Jaehyun said.

“Much of my time these last twenty years, I spent watching over you,” Mark replied. “Why should it be any different now?”

“Oh.” Again, Jaehyun found himself speechless. He didn’t know how to navigate this. Mark was a god, after all, but he seemed so familiar, so close. Jaehyun almost wanted to drop formalities with him. And he presented so young; he looked like he could be Jaehyun’s age. His appearance seemed to be in direct conflict with his essence, with what Jaehyun knew he was. He did not know how to balance the two.

“Would you like it,” Mark asked, “if I visited more often?”

Jaehyun swallowed. “Yes,” he said. “I would like it very much.”

Mark smiled then, and Jaehyun realized it was the first time he had ever seen him smile. The joy lit up his eyes, his cheeks; Jaehyun’s hands twitched at his sides. He wanted to take his face and kiss him, he wanted to pull him down into bed with him, he wanted Mark to fuck him again. But he also wanted to cook for him, to pick flowers for him, to bring him tea while he worked and brush his hair off his forehead while he rested, and—

Mark’s face was inches from his own. His hands ghosted over Jaehyun’s hands, almost touching, but not quite. “Jaehyun,” Mark said, a question hiding inside the word.

“Yes,” Jaehyun replied, and closed his eyes.

Mark kissed him, coaxing Jaehyun’s mouth open with his tongue, pressing up against him, wrapping an arm around Jaehyun’s waist and bracing it on the small of his back. This was different from the kisses they had shared in the house of the gods. Mark had had such a severe air about him then, and now Jaehyun knew why. He had been performing for the priests, for the other villagers. But here in Jaehyun’s bedroom, he didn’t have to. Mark kissed him and kissed him until they were messy with spit, until Jaehyun’s lips throbbed and his head spun, until Jaehyun was panting out desperate little noises of want.

Mark guided Jaehyun to his bed with hands on his hips, shuffling them along until the backs of Jaehyun’s knees hit the mattress and he was falling onto it. His head hit the cushion of a pillow with a soft whump, and Mark nearly crashed down on top of him, limbs tangling as he pitched forward.

“The house,” Jaehyun mumbled belatedly. “I’m supposed to be watching the house.”

“It’s under my protection,” Mark murmured. “I promise.” He kissed Jaehyun again, quick and chaste, then pulled back to work on his shirt, undoing the lacing in the front. Clumsily, Jaehyun hastened to do the same with his own—first the shirt, then his pants and stockings, and last his undergarments. Mark dropped his things on the floor, so Jaehyun did too.

“You’re beautiful,” Mark said quietly, tracing a finger down the center of Jaehyun’s torso, stopping just above his navel. He tilted his head. “I hurt you last time.”

“It was my first time,” Jaehyun defended.

“You bled.” Mark’s brows were furrowed. Jaehyun didn’t even know this, had been out cold throughout the cleaning process. Had he bled? Perhaps that would explain some of the soreness.

“It was my first time,” Jaehyun repeated. “And I don’t mind.”

“I’ll try not to damage you this time,” Mark said anyway.

Jaehyun blinked, watching as Mark sat back and searched the pockets of his discarded pants for something. He just said he wouldn’t mind it. He was here for Mark’s pleasure, after all; whether he was damaged or not in the process didn’t matter. Unless—he studied Mark’s face, wondering. Perhaps it wasn’t for Jaehyun’s sake that Mark would try not to damage him. Perhaps it was because Mark did not want to.

It was like a revelation. Jaehyun watched as Mark produced a vial of oil, as he drizzled it onto his fingers, making them slick. He’d always imagined the gods to be rough and ruthless, with no regard for or perhaps no understanding of how delicate humans might be, how slenderly protected their lives were. How could they? They were immortal and a human life was far too insignificant for any of them to even try to comprehend.

Mark nudged Jaehyun’s legs open with one of his knees, pausing to place a kiss to the tender flesh there between the warm press of Jaehyun’s inner thighs. He resettled on his heels, then pushed a finger inside, and Jaehyun nearly lost his train of thought. It hurt still, much like last time. But Mark was not rough or ruthless. He pushed in slowly. Jaehyun panted out harsh breaths, stilling his limbs, clenching his hands to fists and trying to force himself to relax. There was no reason to try and escape this, even if he could. Here was a god who was trying to understand. Here was a god who was gentle.

And Mark was gentle. He bent over Jaehyun’s body and distracted him with kisses while he waited for Jaehyun to adjust. Jaehyun could feel the wet heat of Mark’s mouth against his skin, the scrape of his teeth. He pushed in as slow as he could and mouthed over the point of Jaehyun’s jaw, his free hand running down Jaehyun’s arm until he found his hand. He intertwined their fingers and squeezed.

One finger became two and quickly three, but Mark was true to his promise. It hardly hurt at all. It was probably a combination of things—less pressure, more practice. All Jaehyun knew was that everything felt good. He reached out for Mark, one hand finding the back of his neck, the other finding his chest. He lay his palm flat against the smooth planes of muscle there, the sharp jut of his collarbone. He let his thumb roll over one of Mark’s nipples, and Mark moaned into his mouth, low and guttural and real.

Jaehyun knew it then, but he said nothing.

At last, Mark decided Jaehyun was ready. He pulled his fingers out and rearranged himself between Jaehyun’s legs. For some reason, Jaehyun thought Mark would flip him over again, like he had before. But this was different. That had been for claiming, a show of power. This was for something else, something Jaehyun knew but could not say.

Mark lined himself up, one hand keeping Jaehyun spread, feeding the tip of his cock into Jaehyun’s hole, then pushed in slow. The glide was easy, his meticulous preparations paying off instantly. Jaehyun could feel the wetness of it, the amount of oil slick and strange. Mark’s mouth moved silently, jaw dropped wide and pink tongue just barely visible in the shadows of his mouth.

“Mark,” Jaehyun mumbled softly, reaching out and running his thumb across the top of one of his thighs, back and forth. Mark hummed, flicking his gaze up to Jaehyun’s face. “Look so good.”

“So do you,” Mark replied, bending over Jaehyun, hiking his legs up higher until Jaehyun could cross his ankles behind Mark’s back. “So good, so perfect.” Before, Mark had been stoic. At the time, Jaehyun had thought perhaps that was how he was—quiet and introspective. Now, he realized Mark had forced himself to remain taciturn and imposing. “So tight, it’s like your body doesn’t want to let me go.” In actuality, Jaehyun was learning, Mark’s mouth ran away from him, mind moving too fast for him to reel it all in.

Mark bottomed out with a harsh exhale, bending down to kiss Jaehyun and practically folding him in half in the process. Jaehyun kissed back messily, gasping in breath when he could manage it, swallowing Mark’s noises. It was strange—Mark felt more and less like a god now. There was something so human about him, the way he moaned, the way sweat made his skin shine, the way his hair fell into his eyes and curled at his neck. Here, this close, Jaehyun could see the little imperfections, the cracks so fine he almost missed them—pores dotting Mark’s face; a mole on his cheek, another on his neck. He could feel them, too—Mark’s lips were slightly chapped; his nails were slightly ragged against Jaehyun’s skin when he cupped Jaehyun’s jaw and his fingers scraped at his scalp against the base of his skull.

At the same time, Mark’s godhood shone through. There was something so perfect about him and his collection of little flaws. He was made with so much intent, each piece of him slipped into place by a careful hand. The flaws all summed up into something beautiful, wonderful, whole. Jaehyun could not say the same for all his own little broken pieces. He could feel the difference between them especially keenly now. It drew a compulsion to worship straight from the center of Jaehyun’s soul, to lay himself at the mercy of something so great, so powerful, so much better than he could ever be.

But wasn’t that what he was doing? Mark drew his hips back and then forwards again, moaning with Jaehyun, whispering yesyesyes against his lips in a jumbled rush, bodies interlinked the way they were made to be. Jaehyun, offering himself to his god and being rewarded in pleasure for his piety.

“More,” Jaehyun begged. Maybe he was demanding it. “Faster, you can go faster. Can take it.”

“You can take it,” Mark agreed. “You’ll take whatever I give you, right?”

“Yes,” Jaehyun sighed, hiccuping out another moan when Mark did as he’d asked, the noise nearly shocked out of him.

“Greedy,” Mark accused, but there was no real intent behind it. He almost sounded pleased, reveling in Jaehyun’s greed because it was greed for him.

“Yes,” Jaehyun said again anyway, because it really was true. He would always want more of this, and nothing else, always; he had always been Mark’s but now he could be no one else’s. “Yours.”

Mark groaned low, ducking his head and biting kisses into Jaehyun’s neck, laving over the spots with his tongue to soothe the pain as he went. “Mine,” he whispered into Jaehyun’s skin, hips thrusting even faster, harder, then slowing to nearly a stop deep inside him, waiting for both of them to catch their breath before speeding up again. “Mine.”

It was impossible for Jaehyun not to know, but still he said nothing.

Mark fucked him like that, quick and hard and close, then slow and dirty, then fast again, until they were both gasping, until the sun was low in the sky and Jaehyun’s hair and sheets were soaked with sweat, until Jaehyun was crying softly and clinging to Mark and whispering please.

Jaehyun came silently, mouth too busy kissing Mark for anything else. He felt Mark still inside him, felt his body stiffen under his fingers. They both breathed deep and shaking as they came, as the light grew orange and dim. One of Mark’s hands had found one of Jaehyun’s and he clasped it so hard it hurt, but neither of them let go.

At length, Mark pulled out. He got a handkerchief from somewhere and wet it with the water in the glass on Jaehyun’s dresser. He helped clean Jaehyun, holding him while he stripped the bed and laid fresh sheets, then curled beside him as the last of the light faded.

“My parents should be home soon,” Jaehyun said into Mark’s sternum.

Mark ran his hand down Jaehyun’s spine. “Yes,” he hummed. “I should let you go.”

“Will you come back?” Jaehyun asked.

“Yes, of course,” Mark said.

“When?” Jaehyun demanded.

“Tomorrow,” Mark promised, amused. He kissed Jaehyun's forehead. “You’ll wait for me?”

“Of course,” Jaehyun said. “I’m yours. I’ll always wait for you.”

A pleased noise rumbled in Mark’s chest; Jaehyun could feel it in his skull. “Mine,” Mark agreed.

Jaehyun sat in his room a long while after Mark left, even as it grew dark, even when his parents returned. He ran his fingers over his lips. He could’ve sworn they still throbbed.

“He came to see you again?” his parents asked that night over dinner, half surprise, half awe. “Why?”

“He likes me. I suppose he chose me for a reason,” Jaehyun said. It was not true. Jaehyun knew, but he didn’t say.

- - -

And so the months passed. Mark visited Jaehyun almost every day. Sometimes, it was in the quiet calm of his room. Suddenly, Mark was there behind him, watching him as he painted. Sometimes Mark brought his own work, scrolls to pore over, while Jaehyun sat beside him and read.

Other times, Mark met him out in the woods and taught him new things about the plants and animal life around them. They spent entire days out between the trees, just the two of them in the warm spring sunlight, fingers and shoulders brushing as they walked side by side.

Often, though, Mark came to Jaehyun at night, when the rest of the village is sleeping. Jaehyun learned better than anyone that prayer was not meant to be spoken in hushed tones over clasped hands. Prayer was all teeth and tongue and heat, and a thing Jaehyun knew but could not say.

“I will visit you again,” Mark always promised before he left.

“I will wait for you,” Jaehyun replied.

Months turned into years. Most of Jaehyun’s friends had their ceremonies. Most of them survived. Many of them did not receive a coupling. Those who did rarely saw their god. All of them moved on. For everyone else, the ceremony was a milestone, something completed and done. For Jaehyun, it had been a turning point.

Jaehyun knew this, had always known it. But somehow the gravity of it never hit him. If his life was different, what did it matter?

It came in three blows, the true end of Jaehyun’s childhood, though he did not know it when they struck.

The first came soft and joyous. “I am getting married,” Johnny announced one day as they strolled the market together.

“To who?” Jaehyun asked immediately, blinking at him in curiosity.

“Ten,” he said simply. “Yuta promised us a child.”

Yuta was the god of sex and love, after all. Johnny said he’d made a deal with the Earth Mother, and would bring them a baby once they were ready. It was an easy thing, and for once Jaehyun felt a small pinprick of jealousy, and of fear. Johnny would be able to follow tradition, to settle down with someone he loved and produce children and still treat with his god. He and Ten would be happy.

Their marriage was beautiful. Jaehyun was glad for them, even though he knew he would never have anything like that. Johnny and Yuta had gained a sort of easy camaraderie over the years, but their relationship was nothing like Jaehyun and Mark’s; Ten was only visited by Kun on rare occasion, and though they had come to a sort of comfortable understanding, they were not close the way Jaehyun and Mark were close. Jaehyun knew it wouldn’t be fair to whoever he might marry, knew that his devotion to Mark would always overshadow whatever lukewarm affection he might hold for his future spouse, knew his piety went beyond the normal measure. It would not be fair, so he would not marry. It left something hollow in his chest, but he thought of Mark and knew that it would be worth it.

“If you want to marry, you don’t have to worry after me,” Mark told him that night.

Jaehyun flinched. “I do not want to marry,” he said tightly, trying and failing to hide how Mark’s words stung.

Mark knew, of course. “I only meant—if there is a duty you must carry out, I would not stop you.” He pressed a kiss to Jaehyun’s neck. “I would not give you up, either.”

Jaehyun twisted around, catching Mark’s lips with his own, placated. “I think the village can bear one bachelor,” he said. “And who are they to say no to you?”

Mark smiled.

The second came as a creeping sort of unease. In the short intervening years since Jaehyun’s ceremony, the world changed. Suddenly, their tiny village was not surrounded by acres of nothing. A main traveling road was built not far from their lands, and soon, they had visitors from larger towns staying the night on their journeys. They brought novelty and excitement, to be sure, but they also brought a change in the winds.

Many of the new offerings never saw a god. Being selected was never guaranteed, but it had been much more common when Jaehyun was younger. Now, a god came only once every few months, and the village began to grow worried.

At first, they had built large pyres, slaughtering livestock and burning crops and pleading for a return of favor. The gods did not answer. When Jaehyun asked Mark about it, Mark only shook his head.

“They’re all a bit fickle,” he said. “This village saw our blessings for many, many years because this village was interesting. And then, of course, when they made you, they had to keep a close eye on your community to see their little trick unfold. Now that you and I have settled into our roles, the amusement is gone and they turn their eyes elsewhere.”

“They forsake us because they are bored?” Jaehyun demanded.

“Yes and no,” Mark replied quietly. “I wish I could explain. They will be back, undoubtedly.”

“Likely not fast enough,” Jaehyun muttered. “They already begin to lose faith.”

And it was true, in its way. The travelers were mostly from cities that did not keep the same ceremonial practices. They prayed and lit pyres and preached, and saw the favor of the gods for it. Some travelers said their fortune doubled once they stopped the rituals.

“The world is wider than we have ever known,” they would say. “The gods don’t have enough time to look in on every child that comes of age. It’s bothersome to them, and they would rather receive other kinds of offerings, ones that are more convenient.”

The village elders convened, and it was decided. At the end of that year, there would be no more ceremonies. The altar would be repurposed, the spaces beneath the temple opened to different uses now that the springs did not need to remain so pure.

“It’s probably for the best,” Taeyong said, worrying his lip between his teeth.

“The ceremonies took too many of us,” Doyoung added. This at least was true—so many children had been lost to the gods’ apathy and carelessness. At least there would be one less thing for parents to fear.

And so the end of the year came, and the altar was cleaned and the walls between the rooms near the springs taken down, and the village moved on. Jaehyun tried to move with it. It was strange, the change. It came so slowly to little villages like theirs that it felt violent when it finally arrived. Or maybe it was the first change to come that Jaehyun was old enough to care about. Either way, it left some anxiety trapped in Jaehyun’s lungs.

The third came sudden and cold, like a winter storm that arrives overnight and leaves snow packed a meter high against your door.

“Jaehyun,” Jaehyun’s mother said one day at dinner. “We’re wondering when you might consider marrying.”

Jaehyun nearly dropped the bowl he was carrying to the door. “Marry?”

“You’re a man now,” his father said. “Your mother and I wish to see you settled before our time is up.”

“But I—”

“The god,” his mother said quietly. “Your god. Has he demanded you not to take a partner?”

“No,” Jaehyun said, perhaps more sharply than he had intended. “He wouldn’t.”

“Then why do you hesitate, my dear?” his mother asked.

Jaehyun hesitated. “There is no one else for me,” he said quietly after many long moments. “And—no one else for him.”

Two sharp inhales—Jaehyun did not watch for the expressions on their faces. It was a borderline blasphemous thing to say, except Jaehyun knew it was true.

“If he would take you as his—but gods never do. Not with humans,” Jaehyun’s father said, half to himself.

“Think on it,” his mother said. A dismissal.

Jaehyun wanted to say, I have already thought on it, and I have made my choice! Jaehyun wanted to say, if I am a man now, why are you sending me to bed like a child? Jaehyun wanted to say, a god has chosen me. A beautiful god, a kind god, a gentle god. Isn’t that enough?

He did not say any of these things. He set his bowl down on the counter, nodding. “I will think on it,” he said.

His room was cold and dark and empty. He had not prayed in a long time, but tonight he lit a candle and knelt by his bed.

“Mark,” he whispered. “Please.”

The air was still, but Jaehyun felt the difference before he even opened his eyes.

Mark’s hand was on his hair before Jaehyun’s eyes had even found him. “I thought you were in danger,” he said softly.

“Sorry,” Jaehyun said immediately. “I had hoped to speak with you.”

Mark pulled Jaehyun up to his bed and sat down beside him. “What is it?”

“They want me to marry.” Jaehyun looked at Mark.

They were both quiet for a few long moments, hands barely touching on top of Jaehyun’s blankets, god looking at mortal, mortal looking at god.

“I don’t mind,” Mark said, “truly, I don’t. As long as I can still see you. Your—your spouse, they would understand.”

“I don’t care if they would understand,” Jaehyun spat. “I don’t care, I don’t want it. You said it yourself, I was made for you. And in that way, you are the only one for me, and there can be no one else. I don’t want it.”

Mark blinked. If he commanded me away, Jaehyun thought, to obey tradition and duty, I would do it.

But Mark only nodded. Jaehyun stared. In this light, he seemed older. Gods were ageless, so Jaehyun always assumed Mark would never change. But something had. Mark’s cheeks seemed sharper, his jaw sturdier. Only his eyes remained the same—clear and intelligent.

“You’re aging your appearance,” Jaehyun accused softly.

“To match you,” Mark whispered. “I had wondered when you would notice.”

“Oh,” Jaehyun breathed. Then—“Why?”

“I want to stay with you,” Mark said simply. “Step by step.”

Jaehyun could ask, he knew. If he would take you as his—

And maybe Mark would. He wasn’t like the other gods. Not to Jaehyun. He’d do it if only Jaehyun asked; Jaehyun wouldn’t even have to get on his knees. Mark never liked groveling. But he would have to fight for it, give things up. Jaehyun didn’t want Mark to give things up for him. It would breed resentment, and over time, it would fester.

“I won’t marry,” Jaehyun muttered.

“They won’t stop,” Mark said. “Now, it’s only your family. The tide of your village has turned. In time, your refusal will become known to everyone here. They will not like it.”

“And? What will they do?” Jaehyun asked. “Put me in chains and march me into the temple to be wed before the gods themselves?”

Mark laughed then, soft and light. “I suppose not,” he agreed. He squeezed Jaehyun’s hand, then kicked off his shoes and climbed up onto the bed properly. “Come here, then,” he said.

Jaehyun followed him, slipping under the offered arm. “So,” he said. “When I pray to you, you can hear me?”

Mark smiled. “If I’m trying to listen. It’s easier for me. Not a lot of people pray directly to the god of art and culture, so your voice was clear.”

“I’m glad you were trying to listen,” Jaehyun said.

Mark kissed his forehead. “I’d never let anything happen to you,” he said.

- - -

It would be years before Jaehyun saw that Mark had been right.

Quickly, other concerns consumed the village. They were hit with waves of illness, with failed crops, with bad weather. Jaehyun’s parents got sick during the first wave, but it took the third to kill them. They weren’t the only ones. By the end of each day, the funeral pyre in the square would have multiple bodies. It was lit every night and restocked every morning.

“Why is this happening to us?” Jaehyun asked Mark a few nights after he’d burned his parents’ bodies.

“I told you, the gods have turned their eyes elsewhere,” Mark said. “They are not punishing you. This is what happens when we stop paying attention.”

“What did we do wrong?” Jaehyun demanded.

“Nothing,” Mark said quietly. “We just can’t be everywhere at once. What did you think was happening in other villages all the years that yours enjoyed our favor? Do you think they deserved it?”

Jaehyun didn’t have a reply. He supposed he hadn’t really thought of it, or assumed it was the same elsewhere. But he realized that was silly. There were plenty of gods and they were plenty powerful, but even so they could not be everywhere at once.

At length, he said, “If you lose interest so easily and can’t help us when we need it, then why should we worship you?”

Another god might have gotten angry, but Mark only smiled. “Because you all hope you are special,” he said. “And we make miracles.”

“Still!” Jaehyun insisted. “All that suffering.”

“I know,” Mark said quietly. “I wish we had more power. We lost many of us to obscurity and infighting near the beginning.”

“And now you’re losing my village,” Jaehyun said. “I know they grow angry.”

“Then they will be angry,” Mark soothed. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help it. “You let my parents die!” he snapped. He knew it wasn’t fair. Mark was not the god of illness, nor was he the god of medicine and science. He had limited power against something like a disease.

Still, Mark ducked his head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I would have saved them if I could. I would save all of them, if I could. But gods, like humans, are never meant to be alone.”

Jaehyun wondered a lot about that. Was Mark lonely? Did he still see his fellow gods? Was Jaehyun tying him to a place where none of his kin were left?

The months passed. Things didn’t get much better, and the people began to grow restless. “We must be doing something wrong,” everyone said. “We have angered the gods, and we need to find out why.”

Jaehyun supposed he could have seen it coming. People, people he didn’t even know that well, began to come up to him and ask after his affairs. They would disguise it as concern for him, as he had recently lost his parents and lived in his house alone.

“Why don’t you marry?” they would eventually ask. “You’ll be so lonely without a family.”

Jaehyun tensed. “I do not wish to marry,” he replied.

“The god Mark hasn’t forbid you from marrying, has he?” the bolder people pressed.

“No,” Jaehyun admitted reluctantly.

“Then you should,” they said. “Our duty to our community and the gods we serve is to produce children so that we can remain strong. The gods have shown their displeasure to us, and we must all do our part.”

“Mark has not shown any displeasure towards me,” Jaehyun replied evenly.

“If you don’t have children, who will care for you when you are old?” people wheedled.

“Mark never forbade me from marrying, but I know he will not be pleased.” This was true even if Mark wouldn’t say it. Another place for resentment to grow. Another reason why Jaehyun didn’t want it. “Would you lose the favor of one of the last gods that watches over us?”

This tripped them up a bit, but they kept going anyway. “We’ve discontinued the ceremonies and chosen to focus on different ways of showing our devotion, and soon we will get all their grace back tenfold. Even Mark will come to see it’s for the best.”

Jaehyun gave up arguing. He dodged conversations when he went to the market and mostly kept to himself to avoid any more confrontation. His friends still came to see him, but his world shrank. He kept to his father’s old study, painting and reading to pass the time.

At least there was Mark. He sat with Jaehyun, kept him entertained, tried to keep him happy. And it worked, some of the time. Jaehyun could delude himself, for hours at a time, into believing that this would be fine, that eventually the others would leave him alone and let him live on in peace. He would be able to stay in his parents’ house and live out his life with Mark at his side.

But they both knew that wouldn’t happen. As long as the village continued to suffer, people would always look for someone to blame, and the easiest person to blame was always the person that was different.

“You could leave,” Mark said quietly. “Pack up and go somewhere else. I’d protect you. You wouldn’t need to worry about any of this. You could be happy.”

“I wouldn’t be happy abandoning my friends, my family home,” Jaehyun replied. “I have to stay.”

Mark gave him a wry smile. “I know,” he said. “It was worth a try.”

And still, years passed this way, tension palpable but still only simmering under the surface. Life went on. Though the waves of sicknesses slowed and lost strength, they still came. Their crops were never as abundant as they had been in Jaehyun’s youth, but there was never a true famine. Still, whenever a child died in the night or a plant yielded no fruit, eyes would follow Jaehyun through the streets.

The night of Jaehyun’s twenty-seventh birthday was cold and dark. The sky was clear but had no moon, and the stars seemed faint against the unrelenting black. Mark had been pulled back to the realm of the gods by more and more work—he said he thought the other gods were sick of the amount of time he spent in the human world. Jaehyun coped with it. He made dinner, washed up, and settled into bed.

It was a creak in the hall that woke him. He held his breath, ears straining. Another creak, and another, and the soft whispering of footsteps getting closer and closer. Jaehyun almost called out, hoping it was Mark, but decided against it. If it was Mark, he would’ve come straight to the bedroom.

As quietly as he could, Jaehyun slipped out of bed. The floor was cold on his bare feet, but he didn’t want to risk knocking something over when he searched for stockings. He left his bed mussed, and slithered down under it, grateful for the length of the skirt that hid the legs of the frame.

A few tense moments passed, and then his bedroom door was open. Someone walked up and tossed his blankets around, then whispered, “Not here. Check the study.” They retreated, closing the door behind them.

As soon as they were gone, Jaehyun dragged himself back out from under the bed and tiptoed to the door, opening it as slowly as he could and taking a peek down the hall. It was dark and there was no sign of the intruders, so he slipped out and headed towards the kitchen, mind racing.

How many were there? Was there a mob waiting for him outside? What was their plan? To kill him in his home, or take him and march him through the streets, throw him on the pyre and plead with the gods? He should have taken Mark’s advice. He should have left months ago.

But the street outside his kitchen was dark and empty. Jaehyun padded around the corner into the pantry and waited. Maybe they would assume he was out, and give up the search. How had they gotten in? His door was always bolted at night.

He heard light shuffling and froze, shifting deeper into the pantry. There was some muffled whispering, too quiet for him to understand, and then silence. And then—

“Jung,” someone called. He did not recognize the voice. “We know you’re here. Your bed was still warm, you haven’t fooled anyone but yourself. Come out, we need to talk to you.”

Mark, Jaehyun thought desperately, squeezing his eyes shut. Please help me. Mark!

But Mark didn’t come. The intruder continued, “There’s three of us and only one of you. You can’t skulk about your house all night, we’ll find you eventually. Let’s not waste any more time. We’ve already wasted years.”

The voice was closer now. Jaehyun ducked out of the pantry and away from the kitchen, skirting around the sitting room and towards the hall again. The shadows seemed to shift and flicker in Jaehyun’s peripheral, and every creak made his heart hammer in his chest.

Mark, he tried again.

His mistake was going back into his bedroom. He thought—he didn’t know. He wanted a reprieve from the sneaking, maybe, wanted his back against a wall. But there was only one point of entry, and suddenly it was blocked by three men.

He recognized them vaguely, though he didn’t know their names. “There you are,” one of them said.

Jaehyun stood, muscles tensed to flee. “I’m sorry for my lack of hospitality. You have to admit it’s not a usual hour to entertain guests.”

“That’s alright,” another one of them said. “This isn’t a social call.”

“No?” Jaehyun skirted along the edge of the room, keeping his back to the wall, keeping his eyes on the men. “I thought you said you wanted to talk. So let’s talk.”

“We’re well past talking. I think you know that.” Jaehyun could see a knife in one of the men’s hands.

“The gods are angry, Jung. And we’ve all done our part to try to please them, to pull our weight for the community. All of us, except you.” At least they had come out of the doorway now. Jaehyun was still barefoot, but maybe he could make a run for it. They were circling, trying to get closer to him. Jaehyun edged toward the door. “Maybe the gods are punishing us because we haven’t done everything we can. Maybe they’re punishing us because of you.”

“The gods aren’t punishing anybody,” Jaehyun said quietly. “They grew bored, that’s all. All we can do is wait for their favor to shift again. This is no way to gain it.”

“Compelling argument,” one of the men said. “Or perhaps you’re saying anything to get away.”

“Would that help?” Jaehyun was so close to the door now. “If I left? I could pack up and leave tonight. You’d never hear from me again.”

“No, I think we all know what the solution should be.” They were getting closer to him. Another step. “We can’t have you bringing your bad luck to other communities. The guilt would follow us.”

Jaehyun tore into a sprint, clipping his shoulder on the doorframe on the way out. “Mark!” he screamed as he sprinted down the hall towards the kitchen. “Mark, help me!”

The men had been poised and ready, and they chased him down with ease. One slammed him into the ground in front of his dining table. Another stood in front of his door. Jaehyun raised his arms to protect his face as a hand holding a knife swung up, and then down—

A flash of light so bright all of them cried out. Jaehyun slumped against the floor as the men screamed and then abruptly fell silent. He could hear the crunch of their bodies as they hit the walls and then crumpled lifeless to the floor.

“Jaehyun.” Mark’s hands had found his where they were clutching at his abdomen. “Jaehyun?”

“Mark,” Jaehyun breathed. He thought maybe it should hurt, but he could feel nothing, except the chill as the blood cooled on the backs of his fingers, and the ragged hilt of the knife against his palm.

“No,” Mark whispered fiercely. “I’ll bring you back with me, we’ll heal you, we’ll make you immortal. You can stay with me, away from all of this.”

“I don’t think I’ll make it to the realm of the gods,” Jaehyun murmured. “At least not like that.”

Mark pulled Jaehyun’s head into his lap. Jaehyun could feel the warmth of his skin even through his clothes. He could feel the way he shook. Mark curled over him, pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll look for you, then,” he said. “I’m so sorry. You called me for a long time before I came, didn’t you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Jaehyun said, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry,” Mark repeated. “I promised—I promised nothing would happen to you.”

“Maybe they’re right,” Jaehyun said faintly. “Maybe it’s for the best. Now your fellow gods will see what their indifference has done.”

“I wish I could kill them all,” Mark said. “Maybe I should’ve. Maybe then none of this would have happened.”

“Mark.” Jaehyun’s vision was blurring; his own voice sounded faint in his ears. “I’m scared.” It welled up in him, a new kind of terror, and with it, a grief so vast Jaehyun thought maybe that alone was enough to kill him.

“I know,” Mark said. He stroked his hair. “It’ll be alright.”

“I,” Jaehyun began, but stopped.

“What?” Mark whispered. “What is it?”

Jaehyun shook his head. It was something he knew, but could not say. He closed his eyes, letting the darkness sweep him away. The last thing he felt was the hot sting of a god’s tears on his cheek.

- - -

The legend goes like this. The god Mark was punished for meddling too closely in human affairs by confinement to the realm of the gods for five hundred years. His human charge was barred from the land of the dead, and instead forced to roam the earth, a soul without a body. He had no funeral. They left his body to the crows. The village saw the gods’ blessings again, and everyone was satisfied. At the end of the five hundred years, the human was whisked away to the land of the dead, and Mark never saw him again. Though his confinement is over, he never ventures beyond his domain, too sad and too bitter to see anyone.

Legends are always cautionary tales. Here is what happens when you go astray. Here is what happens when you do not listen to your parents. Here is what happens when you disobey the gods. Here is what happens when a god loves you.

Legends are never the truth.

In reality, Jaehyun’s friends snuck out and retrieved his body from the woods after the village had agreed to dump it there. They built him a pyre and set him atop it, let it all burn down to ash and bones, then buried the remains under a huge tree.

In reality, Mark tried to break his confinement every day. Jaehyun’s soul did float, aimless, a broken piece left amongst the living. He watched his friends die and leave the land of the living, watched their children grow old and follow them. He watched the world change. And still he remained, untethered and alone.

The worst part was the not knowing, he thought. No one had told him what would happen to him. He didn’t know of Mark’s confinement at the time, though he deduced there must be something stopping him from visiting. He didn’t know if there would ever be an end to it.

And so five hundred years passed. Most people forgot the gods, and those who remembered had lost the old practices long before. Jaehyun’s story faded into obscurity with them, and still he lingered. Towns and cities rose from nothing. Soon there were people everywhere, with buildings tall as trees and roads long as rivers. Jaehyun watched the development with a sort of detached interest, but it wouldn’t make a difference for him. He could take no part in it.

And then one day as he wandered through the forest, he met someone he had never seen before but knew all the same.

“Jaehyun.” The voice deep and gentle.

The god of death had no name. The land of the dead was ruled by Chenle; he was not the one who brought souls between worlds. Jaehyun hadn’t known what to expect. He’d always been skeptical of the images of dark specters in long black robes and skeletal hands and huge, gleaming scythes, but he could never think of an alternative.

But the god of death looked like a young man, almost human. He had an almost boyish face, with small, round lips and kind, gentle eyes, and mismatched ears, one rounded and one more pointed, that stuck out a little from his head. He didn’t seem like the god of death, but Jaehyun knew it all the same.

“Are you here to take me to the land of the dead?” Jaehyun asked. It had been so long since he had spoken to anyone else. It felt strange to be seen.

“No.” The god said it with a smile. He stretched out his hand. “Come with me. The gods have other plans for you.”

Perplexed, Jaehyun followed him. He would not give up a chance at change, no matter how strange and cryptic. “What, then?” he asked.

The god gave him a look—genuine sympathy. Jaehyun felt himself warming to this deity without meaning to, somehow; his presence was not frightening the way Jaehyun had thought it would be. “When you were killed, the gods got together and decided to confine your soul to this realm, and Mark’s soul to the realm of the gods. Five hundred years, as punishment for becoming far too intertwined. Humans and gods are never meant to see much of one another.

“But something very special happened with you.” The god takes Jaehyun’s hand. “None of us knew it, but you had been made so carefully, with such a specific purpose, that your fate would always have been so tumultuous and tragic. Those who had a hand in making didn’t even realize the heavy sort of destiny they were binding you to, the destiny set out for you long before you were born. You have been touched by the gods, and there cannot be any other place for you but among us. We know that now. And besides, you have both suffered enough.”

“What are you saying?” Jaehyun whispered.

“I’m taking you to Mark,” the god answered simply. “He has missed you.”

“Mark,” Jaehyun managed, his throat suddenly tight.

They walked through the woods in silence. They seemed to stretch on forever; Jaehyun was sure they were going in circles. But the god of death seemed to be following a path he could not trace. The sky stayed light, though hours must have been passing.

And then, at last, they came upon a simple wooden door. The god of death opened it; beyond was bright light Jaehyun could not see through. The god of death held the door and gestured him through.

“You’re not coming with me?” Jaehyun asked.

“This will take you to Mark’s domain,” the god of death said. “My domain is here, between realms.”

“Thank you,” Jaehyun said. He had questions, but they could be saved until later.

“I’m sorry you had to wait,” the god said softly. “And—Mark likes jasmine tea best.”

Jaehyun was already walking, and turned back to ask what the god meant. But the door closed behind him and disappeared, and the light faded, and Jaehyun realized he was standing in a large kitchen.

The room was modeled after modern civilization. Jaehyun had seen houses like this in his time wandering the earth. There was a gas stove and a kettle. Next to it, a cupboard. Jaehyun opened it and found rows and rows of different kinds of tea.

He set the kettle to boil and picked out the jasmine green. He sent a silent thought of gratitude to the god of death, though he wasn’t sure if he could hear him. He was glad he would not have to go to Mark empty-handed.

At last the tea was brewed. Jaehyun cupped the mug in his hands and padded out of the kitchen. The house was vast, but his feet seemed to know exactly where to take him. He went up a flight of stairs and then all the way down the hall to a shut door. He raised his fist, and knocked.

“What is it?” Jaehyun shook. The voice was achingly familiar, but hardened with anger and grief. “Enter.”

The door swung open and Jaehyun could only stare.

Books and scrolls and canvases were littered about the room, built up in great stacks on and around the desk where a figure sat, hunched over a stack of papers. His hair was still a deep black, thick and shiny. He had glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

He looked up and dropped his pencil.

“I brought you tea,” Jaehyun said, stuttering. “I always wanted—I had always wanted to bring you tea while you worked.”

“Jaehyun.” Mark was on his feet, swift and silent and unsteady. He took the mug from Jaehyun and placed it on top of a book and then swung back around and kissed him.

Jaehyun kissed him back. His legs shook but it didn’t matter because Mark’s arms were already around his body, pulling him close and holding him up. Mark kissed him deep and long and fierce, and it wasn’t until they finally pulled away that Jaehyun realized they were both crying.

“I had thought—“ Mark stumbled over it. “Today was the last day of my confinement, and I had meant to go immediately and pull you up to my domain with my own hands. I thought of you every day.”

“Me too.” Jaehyun wrapped his arms around Mark’s shoulders, still just a little lean, muscle just showing through his shirt. He could feel the warmth of Mark’s skin. Could feel the tremor in his hands. Could feel that thing between him, the thing Jaehyun knew but never said, still, after all these years.

“The others will forgive us, then.” Mark was half in his own world, mind always moving so fast.

“We have suffered enough, haven’t we?” Jaehyun asked. Mark hummed, the sound almost derisive. “Mark,” Jaehyun said, trying to get Mark to look at him again.

It worked. “Yes?” Mark lifted his eyes to Jaehyun, their usual warmth creeping back into them.

“I love you,” Jaehyun whispered.

Mark kissed him again; this time, their noses knocked painfully, but Jaehyun didn’t care. It was good to put it down, finally. After all these years. “I love you, too,” Mark said. “I never stopped loving you. Do you know that?”

Jaehyun smiled. “I know,” he replied. “I always knew.”

- - -

Most gods settled into their roles long before humans began to record their histories, but one god in particular has much more modern origins. He was not granted his title until many centuries after the height of the gods’ power, and the legends will never mention his name, but those who still practice pray to him the way they would pray to his husband, the way many prayed to his husband for thousands of years. He and his husband share a domain but split their duties, and their followers are known to be bright and intelligent, kind and gentle. They attribute this to these gods’ faithful and long-enduring relationship.

Though the gods very rarely visit the human realm, this new god takes frequent trips to walk among the mortals. He had been one of them, once, so the other gods allow him this dalliance. He knows what happens when gods disturb human lives. He spends his days watching them, guiding them in secret. When he goes home, he goes home to a love he has known his whole life.

His husband, the god Mark, still looks after culture and most of the arts, but pieces of each are left to him. Yoonoh, his followers call him. God of music and piety.

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Bad Girl | Jung Jaehyun

Summary: Jung Jaehyun is the first guy you’ve ever met who isn’t attracted to you. You’re determined to seduce him.

Genre: Enemies to lovers AU

Word Count: 1.5k

As you walked into the first play rehearsal, you felt your heart stutter.

A painfully hot guy was standing by the cast-only coffee table. He was tall, statuesque, in a long black coat and glasses. His chest strained at the fabric of his white shirt, as if his stiff body couldn’t be contained.

"Hey, you must be Jung Jaehyun," you said, looking up at him through your lashes. Now, you just had to wait for him to start drooling - guys couldn't resist you.

"Afternoon," Jaehyun said. He barely glanced at you. Was he gay or something? "Thank goodness you're here, we're out of tea."

You blinked. "Sorry…I’m your co-lead? I play Margot Warner, your character's wife?"

He stretched out his hand to shake yours, stiffly. "Apologies - I thought you were the coffee girl."

Damn it, even his cold stare of indifference was sexy.

"Let’s start with the argument scene," the director said.

You and Jaehyun took centre stage. "Does my gaze make you feel nothing?" you breathed, looking into his eyes. "My touch?" You twined your fingers in his heavenly soft hair. "My kiss?"

Standing on your tiptoes, you squeezed a kiss to his lips. They were cool as marble.

Jaehyun stared into your eyes. Now, overcome with desire, his character was meant to tear the buttons off your shirt and pull you close, just as the lights dimmed.

But Jaehyun stepped away from you. "Time out!" He sighed. "I just cannot understand what my character sees in hers. Why does he suddenly give in?"

The director nodded. "He’s right. We need some chemistry here, guys! This is… PG-13 at best.”

Jaehyun looked at you. "Listen, you may have never seduced a man, but you are going to have to pretend. That is of course, what actors do."

You could just strangle him. Never seduced a man? Jaehyun thought he was so much better than you, with his stupid little theatre degree from Harvard.

You didn’t need a fancy degree to be a good actor. Plus, you could eat Harvard boys for breakfast - and you had. You’d tasted half the football team, in fact.

Four hours later, you still hadn’t got the scene.

The director looked like he'd had enough. "Sort out the chemistry by tomorrow, or I’m firing one of you. Which one do you think I should fire?"

"Him!" you said, at the same time as Jaehyun snapped, 'Her!"

You stormed up the stairs of the auditorium to get your bag from one the seats. Chemistry problem. Bullshit. That was like saying Albert Einstein had an intelligence problem.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jaehyun said.

A tiny shiver ran down your spine.

"Are you really going to give up on the scene that easily?" Jaehyun taunted. "I've seen chihuahas with longer attention spans."

"It’s tough acting against a brick wall," you shot back.

Jaehyun shuddered. "If I have to teach you how to act, I will. Come here."

You walked over to him.

"Margot is trying to seduce her husband. Your acting is too unidimensional!"

"Uni-what?" you said.

"Obvious! You're playing it too obvious," Jaehyun said. "I can see why that would be a problem for you. The whole Barbie thing usually does the trick with men, doesn't it? With your tight dresses and your… long legs. " He glanced at your body, and quickly looked away. But you’d noticed.

You smirked. "So you think I'm hot."

Jaehyun scoffed. "What I'm saying is, you need to play the role with your whole body. Subtle - yet hair-raising." He grabbed your script. "I'll try Margot. Watch and learn."

Jaehyun stepped towards you.

On the surface, nothing had changed. But Jaehyun was a different man. His face was flushed, his breaths shaky. His eyes kept flashing to your lips, like it took everything in him not to kiss you.

"Does my gaze make you feel nothing?" he said quietly, his black eyes searching yours. "My touch?" He twined his fingers in your hair, and you couldn't hide the sound of your breath catching.

Every inch of your skin was alive.

"My kiss?"

Jaehyun kissed you. His lips were so much gentler than you'd expected. You knew it was just acting, but Jaehyun seemed so into you it made him nervous. His whole body trembled with desire.

You pulled back, struggling to catch your breath. That kiss was hair-raising.

Something told you Jaehyun wasn't that good an actor.

Jaehyun pulled back, his face flushed, a pink cloud of lipstick rimming his mouth. He was biting his plump lips, almost as if he was fighting a smile. "Clear?"

You smiled. "You've forgotten the end of the scene."

An unreadable expression flashed over Jaehyun’s face.

“How did it end again?” he murmured, his eyes fixed on yours.

Your eyes fell to Jaehyun’s lips. “Margot and Lewis find the time to… reconnect.” Your fingers found the opening of Jaehyun’s shirt. “To get to know each other again.”

Jaehyun gulped. “I thought they hated each other.” You started unbuttoning Jaehyun’s shirt, one button at a time. He shivered under your touch. “Hate and love aren’t as different as you think,” you said.

You abandoned Jaehyun’s shirt on the seats. His body belonged in an art gallery, a sculptor’s impression of the perfect man. Only, Jaehyun was not still and cold anymore. His chest was rising and falling, his flesh hot.

“This doesn’t mean I’m giving in,” Jaehyun said. “I still abhor you.”

“And I still don’t give a damn what abhor means,” you said, smirking. Jaehyun hoisted your leg up against his hip. His lips met yours now, hungrily, no script to lead the way.

On the couch in Jaehyun's big New York apartment, you smirked down at him, stroking his chest. "How was that for seducing a man?"

"Excellent work," Jaehyun said in mock-seriousness, trying not to look ridiculous despite still panting. "Highly commendable."

“You know…” you said, nuzzling into his chest, “if you were so into me, why did you act like a jerk?” “I’m married,” he said.

You felt a pang of disappointment.

“Divorced, to be precise,” Jaehyun continued. “Eight years. She was my… my first.” He spoke into your hair now. “I didn’t know what to do with the way I felt about you. I know I’m just a fling to you, but-“ “You’re not,” you said, moving to meet his eyes. He was gnawing at his plump lip, and you smoothed your finger over it, stopping him. “The way I felt last night… let’s just say I don’t get that a lot.” Your voice dropped. “Or ever.” “Are you saying I’m the best you’ve ever had?” Jaehyun said, turning you around so he was hovering over you, wearing a smug smirk.

“You’re gonna have to work a lot harder to earn that title…” you said, fixing your fingers in his hair.

The next day, when you returned to rehearsal, something had changed. “You- um, you first,” Jaehyun said, gesturing to the coffee pot.

“No, really, you,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. You had no idea how to act professionally now. Should you touch Jaehyun? Smile at him? Ignore him completely?

You both broke out into laughter.

When it came to that scene, however, you and Jaehyun fought the urge to rush to the end.

"Does my gaze make you feel nothing - my touch - my kiss, blah blah blah..." you mumbled, then pulled Jaehyun towards you in a kiss that made you weak in the knees.

A lot of the director’s throat-clearing later, Jaehyun finally prised you off him, and you stood next to each other. The spotlights were a little blurry – or was that your eyes?

The director started a slow clap, his mouth ajar.

"Will these two set the house on fire? I think so!" He walked towards you, lowering his voice. "But really, how did you do it? What's the secret?"

You grinned at Jaehyun. "We were just acting. That is, of course, what actors do."

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Perfume. | J.JH

— Prologue: “I like the taste of your lips on mine.”

— Summary: Where you are a witch who makes potions and you get werewolf!Jaehyun obsessed with your perfume scent.

— Genre: Romance. Smut. Fantasy. Witch!y/n x Werewolf!jaehyun. Minors dni. Big Dick Jaehyun agenda. Vaginal penetration. Makeout sessions. Hickeys. ‘Markings’. Pinning. Biting. A little overstimulation play here. Massive breeding kink from Jaehyun in this fic.

— Notes: This is a long fic.

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It all started with the city werewolves have moved into the local town outskirts the city which started the whole fantasy community to go on an uproar gossiping spree. You couldn’t really understand their motive as to why they were moving so suddenly from where they belong. As far as your knowledge extends (which is quite long and valuable) you remember the city of Seoul being the werewolf territory. But these werewolves have moved to a neutral zone where every living creature lives. Mostly humans surround this zone so you had to be awfully discreet about your race and who you actually are. Thank god for human disguised am i right?

You wouldn’t be able to spot out a werewolf normally you would have to take a really good look at them when the days are on their full moon cycle, then they are easier to spot out as if they were a stuck out thumb. For a vampire it’s harder now too. Vampires come to your shop for the same problems; blood bags, thirst suppressants drugs or a ring casted with sunlight protection so they can walk in the daylight when it’s sunny.

You make potions for a living and many humans would mistake your shop to be a Halloween costume store because of your awful stereotypical witch designs but everyone who knows who you truly are would come over speaking in a different tone. Today was a sunny day and it was peacefully pleasant. Your assistant Winwin comes out with a box of your new empty potion glasses.

“These should last you a month exactly Y/n.” Winwin says with a little laugh coming out and you look at the potion glasses inspecting them. Checking the size and the quantity they will provide. You like to be fair. You don’t like to cheat and make someone’s potion smaller and someone else have bigger amount.

You nod approving. “These ones are good. They are all equal.” Winwin was relieved to say the least you tend to be very picky and hard to impress. There is always something wrong in your eyes and you tend to overanalyse. This might be a witch thing but he certainly doesn’t have that trait. Winwin walks away with the box. “Put them in the back okay?” You shout at Winwin going to the back to put the potions there. Your head turns around when the shop’s bell rang on the front every time someone comes in.

It alerts your focus on the customer who walks in surprisedly you stay there a little stunned by how they walk in freely in such a view. The man your eyes were practically stuck on worshipping was a paler man with round eyes enough to pierce your soul and take it away. The blonde locks rest tightly flowing with the wind your fan provides in the corner. He wore this long cardigan and a plane white tank top with a pair of jeans that suit his muscular thighs well. He turns to you waving a hand in your face wondering what you’re zoning out for. “Hello? Miss? Are you going to reply?”

I lay there shaking my head readjusting my eyes before i glance up fumbling my words. “Oh right… what were you saying?”

Jaehyun chuckles seeing you become so flustered. He wasn’t expecting the local witch here to be kinda cute. “I am here for werewolf suppressants.” You watch him checking him up and down. ‘Oh he’s a werewolf.’ You weren’t expecting him to be a werewolf but you start to pity his kind. They have it rough. Rougher than vampires that’s for sure.

He saw you turning your back to him to go and check the potion bottles that have all sorts of different colourful liquids and shining by the reflection to the light. As he saw you checking for the werewolf suppressants it gave him enough time to look and wander around your shop. It gave him the creeps a little he wouldn’t lie; he never came to a witch shop before but something within his body was telling him go and grab those suppressants because last time… it didn’t go so well. Jaehyun rubs the back of his neck staring down at a mannequin. “Why does she have a mannequin here…” he mutters thinking.

Your ears perk up at his words in the far distance and you quote on quote tell out. “That Mannequin is alive! I don’t recommend touching it. It can get pretty offended easily.”

Jaehyun’s eyes widen as he pulls his hand away from touching its shoulders and as he was about to walk away the Mannequin twists the head around staring him down. He jumps away yelling out. “Holy fucking-shit it moved.” He moves away to the front as your attention leans on the man again when he comes forward. He breathes a little more heavy exhaling out the stressful fright he just had.

Your eyebrows rose up seeing him become shaken up. “I told you it was alive.” You seethe with a smile through and he turns to you. “Do you have any suppressants?” He’d ask and you turn away your gaze shaking your head. “I don’t seem to have any made because not many werewolves live here and they never come to ask me. You are a first.” You stated and Jaehyun’s eyes wonder to look at your face nodding slowly.

“But I can make you suppressants if you stay for a bit?” You offered seeing how the man looked doomed for his life. You weren’t expecting him to look thankful as if you saved his life right now. Jaehyun nods with a grin. “Please that would be life changing honestly.”

You couldn’t help but wonder if this was his first heat or if this was just something he was avoiding getting because there weren’t many local witches in the city? You could only wonder. Jaehyun follows you to the back room in your shop revealing a spacious working place with a brewing stand and a cauldron with nothing in it yet but only boiling water. He couldn’t help but admire your workplace it had every kind of Ingredients a witch can ask for you it was pretty impressive collection. You stop at the brew standing humming. “So how long do you want these suppressants to last for?” You would ask and the young werewolf glances to you. “Only twenty four hours will do.”

You nod. “Okay. So why are you suddenly here and not the city then? Just wondering because its pretty deprived here from your people. There’s a bunch of humans, a few vampires and a few witches only living here.”

You work as you spoke despite not watching him Jaehyun kept on watching you and something was soon pulling him closer as he took a deep inhale through his nostrils catching onto a very sweet scent like a perfume. He fidgets behind you approaching closer. “My pack wanted to get away from the city life. I had no choice but to follow. You know how it goes.” He paused. “Your perfume smells nice by the way.” It definitely caught you by surprise how well his words rang in your ear suddenly and you turn around noticing he was closing the space between you when you were not looking at him.

Your humane eyes widen as you felt your cheeks grow red and you look down at the brewing stand that was forming the solution so you can boil it inside the cauldron after. “Thanks. It’s a new… perfume i made to keep away bugs in the summer heat. I really hate bugs.” You murmur. You turn the conversation around quickly staring at him — your eyes were locked together if they were meant to be watching each other as if you were both longing for another.

Your voice became smaller than before and somehow all your confidence went down the bin where you couldn’t get it back. Everything about this man in front of you was pulling you away from things you didn’t know you were attracted to but here you are rediscovering how handsomely he was watching you. “I see. Your alpha orders can’t be broken. Is that why you are here I’m guessing?” You we’re kind of glad he came into your town. You’re sort of interested in Jaehyun now.

Jaehyun nods slowly watching you speak softly. “Yeah…my father can’t be here alone.” He chuckles a little. Your eyebrows rose up at him as he spoke revealing it was his father. “Oh- your father is an alpha? Does that mean you are…”

You pause stopping on your trailing tracks and he nods softly it was the most humble nod ever. You heard a few rumours that Alpha werewolves were the biggest dickheads but here you are chatting your life away with one and he was the most respectful so far — maybe they met the wrong alphas. However you met the right one. He was kind and respectful something you’d admit changed your perspective on werewolves.

“I hope this doesn’t intimidate you right?” Jaehyun asks you and you shake your head. “No of course not. You seem lovely.” Your eyes look down as the solution was done and you grab the solution into a small triangle glass and then walk to the cauldron in the middle. He slowly walks behind you watching you make these potions it was fascinating. He never encountered a witch so close where he can see their works being made — usually witches are very discreet and prefer working alone because their magic and potions were their only real source of protection for themselves. It was something far too important to show to other people.

But here you are making a suppressant for his upcoming heat that he felt very strongly good about because you decided to make it for him even if you had none for him to take. It was a kind offer he will forever keep to the heart. As the solution falls into the cauldron a few Latin mantras to the spell were said as your hands rub on the top cauldron moving it with the movement to your fingers, as if you were controlling it and mixing the solution with the water as one compound.

You’re using your power to change and make the formula. Jaehyun stays there with his heart beating fast when he saw a glimpse of it change colour and a new hope inside him becomes an inner peace to see the suppressant finally come to life. You take the liquid into small pieces in the air and turn them into pills. They fell into your hands and you push them into a container where he can keep them.

The suppressants levitate to his hands in the open and you pull your hands away watching Jaehyun smile looking at the suppressants and back to you. “Thank you… I didn’t ask your name earlier…”

You smile. “It’s Y/N. My name is Y/n.”

He could remember your smile for decades seeing you smile like that. “Nice to meet you Y/n. I am Jaehyun. Jung Jaehyun.” And your hands quietly shake the other.

This was a start to something new, you had a feeling.

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“Here is your four blood bags and please for god’s sake do not drink them all at once Taeyong! This should last you exactly a month before you can get another quadruple blood bags.” You lecture one of your local customers, Lee Taeyong. He was a vampire and a pretty good one at that because he can’t seem to control his freaking thirst levels at all. He was like the biggest gluttony you’ve ever met.

He frowns at your scolding. “Fine fine. I’ll try my best. I still have no idea how hyung can survive this hungry.” He was lucky he is cute because you would’ve smacked him right away for coming here everyday asking for his food resources. You’re surprised he hasn’t killed a single human in this town yet knowing how his controls lacking. You can’t even believe Moon Taeil sirened this poor guy into a vampire now he has to deal with him.

You see this community has laws for each species so it wouldn’t be an absolute war case on each other. If an elder vampire turns another (sirens) human into a vampire mistake or not mistake they have now legal rights to keep that vampire under their wing because newborns are true war criminals and havoc if they don’t have someone teaching them how to survive other wise the human population in this town would decrease. Another vampire law is that vampires can’t drink from a human unless it’s consensual relationship with them or, they are dying already not caused by you. Hence why many vampires drink from dead bodies here. It was kind of disgusting and disturbing but you can’t talk.

As for witch laws. You can’t hex someone because that is forbidden magic and the witch council will have every right to kill you. You can’t perform forbidden dark magic such as necromancy or more. And last law you can’t do magic until you are eighteen years old. (But of course in schools you can, but outside schools you cannot) Underage magic is a big deal because many young teenagers who have this power take advantage of it.

You weren’t aware of werewolf laws but you do know that an Alpha order cannot be mend or broken down or bent actually. They have a very strict hierarchy between their ranks; you know that the lowest ones are omegas and these have it hard in life. You almost pity them and thank you weren’t born a werewolf. You were wondering what kind of laws they have but you didn’t want to pry into their whole system. You just wondered ever since Jaehyun came to your shop last week it’s been a long wait.

You wanted to see him again you won’t lie. You liked his company and you were getting far too curious for your own good. But who says you can’t be friends with him?

Winwin comes out the back rooms whistling. “What’s that long face for Y/n?” He points at you dazing out again.

You’ve been absent minded for a while. You look back at the boy sighing. “What? I don’t have a long face on.” Winwin side eyes you as if you couldn’t be serious. “You were. What’s up? What’s on your mind.”

You sigh trailing. “I was hoping… he would come by and chat with me some more.”

Your assistant Winwin snickers at your words it was a surprise to hear because you never get interested into someone’s personal life or want to actively get to know someone specific yet Jaehyun was on your mind with every step overtaking your everything. Anywhere you walk it’s as if he was walking with you. Everywhere you go you smell his scent and that weird breathtaking perfume that made you addicted to smelling him. It’s so irritating because he is not here and you know it.

But you’re annoyed because he isn’t here with you. You weren’t sure what was happening to you. You were completely out of it. Winwin whistles. “You fall for a werewolf. You totally fell for him. Man I didn’t think you would fall for someone like him.”

You hiss at Winwin grabbing the nearest magazine and rolling it ready to throw and hit him for teasing you but lucky for him he was steps ahead far away from your throw distance.

“Shut up I did not!”

“Oh! You’re angry guessing by your reaction I am right.” Winwin runs off as you saw him leave the shop to do some more errands most likely. He was also running away from your anger and denial. You slant back into your seat feeling a sudden low energy.

You have the urge to meet him again. For some reason. You can’t put your hand on it.

‘Maybe I should go for a walk… that will clear my mind.’ You thought to yourself as you made your way outside. Winwin can handle the shop as you go and take a breather or two.

You therefore start to venture outside roaming the streets of your local town with nothing in sight unless it was a few cars driving on the road and you happen to see them as you walk past. Your gaze meets a neighbourhood where your house was located and a van moving in to the house opposite yours. You couldn’t help but run over to find out who was moving in there and then you were met with someone you would’ve never thought to be there standing with two other figures behind. Your eyes were fixated on the silhouette outline of his muscular build and you were so wrong for admiring him now.

It’s as if you were thrilled with overwhelming urge all this time that has been released off your shoulders now only because you saw him. You weren’t sure what this mild obsession with Jaehyun was and why you happen to be so excited to meet him again.

When he finally noticed you behind the scenes he walks over with a wide smile quite surprised just as much as you were. “Y/n! What are you doing round here?” He asked you and you couldn’t help but wonder the same to him. If anything you should be asking him what he was doing here.

You point your gaze at the house opposite to the other road. “I actually live in that house over there. What are you doing here?”

Jaehyun points to the moving van that his two friends behind him were pulling up the boxes helping them to move in. “I am moving in.” Your eyes move to the two men you don’t know.

One man had pale complexion and sharp piercing eyes reminding you of a hare while the other man had soft features but a friendly smile flashing out to you. Jaehyun saw how you were observing his friends and he laughs a little. “Oh right you must be wondering who these are.” He stops turning to them. “Doyoung and Jungwoo this is Y/n. She is the local witch that owns the store there.”

Doyoung was quick to put the box down lending you a hand out and you shake his hand softly. Jungwoo waves at you smiling. “Hi Y/n. Your suppressants have helped us a lot by the way.” He mentions and you couldn’t help but feel surprised by the sudden compliment.

You were glad your suppressants worked out well for them. You hum relieved a little. “Oh that’s good. I wasn’t sure if they were good enough for you guys.” You say and Jaehyun raised his eyebrows. “You looked like you knew what you were doing the other day though.”

You smirk. “Every witch pretends to know what they are doing with potions. Otherwise you wouldn’t have customers.” Doyoung laughs. “I like your humour. Why don’t you come inside we are just moving in right now?”

Without a doubt you were walking inside the house with your shoes taken off. The house was very spacious and layout well. The guys were moving in slowly and it seems like Jaehyun decided to live alone with two of his friends who happen to be also werewolves. You couldn’t lie but it was cute and endearing to see them have such a close relationship as if they were brothers despite not being blood related it made your heart melt to see Jaehyun and Jungwoo mess about as well as Doyoung calm them down too. You decide to help the boys out too.

Your help was needed inside the house with Doyoung where he puts the curtains on. You both plug the tv and set that up too and then you helped out with the carpet on the floor. Jungwoo and Jaehyun took care of the kitchen where they unpack the cutlery and plates as such putting them into the cupboards and cabinets. While you were done you decide to check out the upstairs where it seemingly was already done and ready to be used.

The house gave you a homey feel. It didn’t feel like a new open house with people moving in after it was finished and ready. Every room had its located items fitting in the perfect setting. You walk around Turing to joining the boys again but this time only Jaehyun was there standing inside his bedroom putting up the vinyls on the wall decorating them.

The vinyls were from a band called Cigarettes After Sex. He had plenty of bands and many more albums somewhere decorated and laying on the desk. The door was wide open so you couldn’t help but be nosey and sneak in taking a step forward but even though he couldn’t see you and his back was turned to you he could smell you from miles away. He could hear you coming before you were approaching. He could smell your distinctive perfume smell he so craves to bathe in it. He wants your scent so badly it could really make him go insane.

Your feet stop when Jaehyun’s head turns around looking ahead at you making you stop on your tracks. “Sorry the door was open wide so I just came in unannounced. I hope you don’t mind.” You said softly hoping he would go easy on you but judging by Jaehyun’s reaction he seems quite content to have you enter his bedroom.

It was intimate to be inside a bedroom with a guy you just met but you couldn’t help but feel an urging spark to just go and stay with him. Speak to him. Smell him. You were going crazy you felt like it definitely— even your thoughts were only shouting Jung Jaehyun on repeat.

He was gentle when speaking with you always. It was different when he would speak to his friends before because he was quite laid back but with you he was always very calm, aware of your feelings and understanding of you. It was something you were not expecting from someone you just met.

“You can come in whenever you please Y/n. You helped us a lot today thank you.” Jaehyun looks down chuckling. You look at him wondering why he was giggling quietly. “It seems like you always help me out. I owe you a lot.”

‘Oh he was laughing because he was shy’. You couldn’t help but smile going shy and feeling all soft and warm deep inside. God how bad his words effect you.

“You don’t owe me anything trust me. I’m glad to help you out when someone needs it. Your two friends from before were nice too are all werewolves this nice perhaps?”

Jaehyun smiles shaking his head as he turns to you softly tucking the hands in the front trousers. He wore a white shirt and over a beige sweater it made him look smart and comfortable definitely it was very loose clothing yet they fit round his body like he was chiselled down from the finest God’s. If only people like you existed more in this world, he swore he met a saint when you had met the first day at your shop.

“Hmm. How about just me? Those two dorks are just trying to get on your good side it seems. They aren’t always nice trust me.” He leans down whispering to your beautiful face watching him so intensely he could feel his stomach twist and turn with butterflies in them. How can you stare at him with such eyes? “Especially Jungwoo. Be careful he can be very mean.” He adds with an emphasis on the ‘Mean’.

You smirk not believing it one bit and your body moves by itself coming forward closer to the small gap closing between you guys that Jaehyun had left but now that you shut it down your bodies peek on each other like multiple books lining on a bookshelf at an abandoned library. Your voice came out as a withering Bligh. “I don’t think you are as kind as you say you are.” He saw your face so clear he could fall over by how your beauty was existing.

Jaehyun however did not back away. He didn’t run away from you something within him told him to stay with you and close more of your space between you and him. He wasn’t sure what this form of attachment was but he could take a guess when your touch accidentally fell on each other as your fingers managed to make a little touch by your pinkies. His eyes widen as he felt a warm sensation on his body and you couldn’t believe you felt it too with him.

And then something pulls you back into reality, another voice pokes out into the scenario coming his two friends walk in on you guys staring into each others eyes like it was never ending. Jungwoo’s voice comes out loud first. “Hey Y/n would you like to stay over for dinner!—“ it came out hushed at the end as Jaehyun was staring you down with his beating heart.

Both Doyoung and Jungwoo felt the rising tension and they stand in the doorway outside Jaehyun’s bedroom. You pull away shakily falling apart from the man in front standing there frozen as a statue.

What the fuck was that? You couldn’t answer it no matter how much magical knowledge you have you simply had no idea how to come to an conclusion answer to this weird sensation running your body with a touch you and Jaehyun shared. It wasn’t even a physical effect it broke you down quite literally. Mentally you felt worn out and terrified by this deep attachment your heart was breaking apart with and Jaehyun was staring you down with so much emotion he began to tear up yet they did not fall out of his eyes.

Just what was happening to you?

You were quickly to dismiss Jungwoo’s invitation walking past them and running down the stairs out of the house door and leaving. You can’t stay any longer because if you did your body would overheat. Why was your body so warm around Jaehyun? It was burning if anything. It wasn’t the good kind of warm either it was this burning scorching feeling that your body shared after a small touch.

Not only did it kind of hurt. It began to exchange your thoughts and smell as if he could read them and he could know you smell him from every corner of that house and it was a weird feeling and thing to happen. You never touched someone and you had this whole spiritual awakening before. Why him? Why Jaehyun? Why now and why then? You had so many why’s but not a lot of answers to them.

‘Just ignore it Y/n. Ignore him. Ignore this ever happened.’

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“So you’re telling me you experienced a spiritual awakening after touching Jaehyun’s hand?” Repeated Winwin who was slanting over the shop cashier desk not believing what happened to you one bit. It was strange to say the least because it was completely random but there can be so many answers to why this happened.

Winwin couldn’t pin one answer down because there would be like fifteen more to your single question it was very difficult to figure out. But here you are trying to find answers with your best friend and another witch that hopefully will help you out but no it seems Winwin was as clueless as you.

You groan struggling to deal with this because even if you and Jaehyun haven’t met or crossed paths since that day it seems like you can feel him everywhere as if he was observing you. It literally felt like you were losing your mind the further you were away from Jaehyun but the closer you are the more scary it was accepting this weird bond you have formed.

He prattles off with the book about werewolves hoping to find the answer to your worries and such. So far nothing in these werewolves grimoires have been able to confirm or deny these claims. “I must say werewolves are difficult creatures. Every werewolf has a different way of making a bond with someone.” He continues. “Here in this book it’s saying it could be an imprint.”

You hawk your eyes at the boy. “You’re telling me a fucking werewolf imprinted on me? Knowing me only after two days?!”

Winwin shrugs. “Imprint doesn’t mean it’s romantic always. It could be platonic. Or he could feel the need to have a brotherly affection for you.”

You glare at him with a blank expression on your face as you grab the rolled up magazine book approaching him carefully. Winwin stops speaking sighing. “Or maybe not. I was just saying… god no need to result to violence. Afterall I’m not the one that bonded with a raging werewolf…”

You sit down hopelessly pondering at your life and how it’s coming to be formed because after knowing Jaehyun you’ve been having majority of it with conflicting feelings and emotions; you were happy knowing him but at what cost would you still be happy? You weren’t sure what’s happening to your body. You can barely sleep without longing to be next to him every single second of the day even now your body is wanting to move and run to his house to find him.

Winwin stops on a page suddenly turning to look at you from the book up front. “Hey Y/n what are your symptoms?” He’d ask and you sigh trailing into a wondering corner. “Everything feels like it goes from zero to a hundred. I have massive mood swings when I’m apart from him. I keep thinking about him constantly. My mind keeps screaming his name out. My heart is pondering fast when I’m near and away from him. God I feel like I’m going insane. My body wants to run away and find him like I’m a marathon runner.” You look back at Winwin.

The boy had an expression that was promising you’d have to say. “Do you ever feel fidgety?” You nod continually now walking up front grabbing the cashier table shaking him back and Winwin escapes back a little with the grimoire to his chest. You gasp. “Did you find a solution to this? Please tell me you did.” You we’re desperate to fix this and go back to normal or at least find an idea as to what is happening to you and Jaehyun.

The Chinese boy flatly turns to you wondering how to bring this news to you. The grimoire was sat on the table as he softly says…

“Y/n…”

You nod at him waiting for an answer but he seems to be hesitant not knowing how to tell you.

“I think you may be Jaehyun’s mate…”

“She is.”

A voice came to confirm belonging to Jungwoo and Doyoung who spoke out in unison as they entered the shop. You flinch as you saw Jaehyun’s friends coming over and Winwin stares them down wondering what they were doing here and as to why they came with such a serious expression.

Jungwoo walks forward but a hand stops them from coming closer to you. Winwin steps in the middle crossing the arms watching them suspiciously.

“You aren’t here to cause trouble am i right?” Winwin shot at them both. “If any of you hurt Y/n I won’t hold back lightly. I will make sure to send you to oblivion understood?” Winwin sucks in his breathe pointing with a wand pointing at them. Jungwoo nods multiple times and Doyoung wanted to roll his eyes out with these witch ass threats.

“We are here to talk to Y/n.” Doyoung spat. “Please we have some class. Do not think we are thugs or something.”

You shot your head to the side coming closer and your friend Winwin soon pulls away from the scene going behind to let you talk to them as much as you want to now. “About Jaehyun am i right?” Your voice was high pitch clearly you were worried about him and these two can explain what you can do to solve this but you knew this won’t be as simple as it would have seem to be. Doyoung nods at your words clarifying you were right.

They were here for Jaehyun.

Jungwoo smiles down at you before he spoke out cashing your eyes on to him away from the other werewolf with the black hair. “Come with us and you can speak to Jaehyun with what has happened. I promise, it will make sense if you just let Jaehyun speak and explain this to you.”

He paused seeing how your emotions flash in just a second by the way your eyebrows rest flat on your face. You look away contemplating if you should go and see him but at the same time you were filled with dead fear wondering what will happen after all of this? You didn’t know this would ever occur. Somehow you follow your innocent heart that wants to see him and you push away your logical heartless brain that would rather decline instead.

“Okay I will see Jaehyun.”

Doyoung and Jungwoo felt a sense of accomplishment to finally convincing you to come with them home. They were worried if you would say no there would be no hope for you guys.

The black hair man with a tall structure and a stare sent to you reassuringly puts his hand on your shoulder. “It will make a lot more sense when Jaehyun explains it okay?”

You hope it does.

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To be back inside Jaehyun’s house you were given Jungwoo’s house keys and they told you to go inside alone and speak with him. Doyoung had a few sudden errands to attend to and Jungwoo didn’t want to be in the house and wanted to give you the space you guys needed. You weren’t sure what Jungwoo is up to now but he did say he will find something to do for the meanwhile.

You enter the house with the keys attach to the doorknob entering and then closing it shut. You take off your jacket slowly putting it on the cloak hanger in the corner. The house was vast silent and empty like it were isolated for centuries somehow this made your skin crawl and you couldn’t shove this horrific feeling away. Somehow the closer you go in the house you start to calm down by the lingering scent of someone’s cologne and your body remembers it with each step you take as if he was walking with you, next to you, talking to you.

And just like that you found yourself in front of Jaehyun it seems like the young man was twice as infatuated with your smell when you came inside the moment you did you were in his environment and his body was automatically searching for you like a radio station alert on every specific time table for you. His jawline clicks open trying to find the words what’s to say to you but your beauty stuns him overtime.

“You came, Y/n.” You heard Jaehyun retort as if he wasn’t expecting you to actually come to him but here you are standing in his very own house. You look around finding it too tense to think. “I want answers, Jaehyun.” You mutter straight to the point.

Ah yes the answers. Jaehyun was dreading explaining this essentially to a Witch it wasn’t easy news to make out the best. If only you were a werewolf it would be so much easier for you to understand how mating actually works and how it can really change your relationship and viewpoint of him . But since you are a Witch you will need to adjust to this weird bond you guys have formed unknowingly. It was love a first sight but this time a werewolf has simply… decided to do this.

You guys sit down together on the couch letting the living room rest with the conquering silence the house was in a state. Jaehyun sits there not facing you with his hands on his legs thinking deeply how to assign this to you. “What do you know about werewolves in general?” You couldn’t line when he asked you this you felt like a lost case. “Barely anything. Doyoung and Jungwoo mentioned something to do with mates? I have no idea what that is.” You shrug your shoulders feeling his eyes on you as you mentioned mates.

Jaehyun felt his ears perk up as you could see an opening for him to take and he will take it upon consideration. His sultry voice lingers like a soft melody you can listen to every single day without a complaint or a pause. “Werewolves mate with someone unwillingly. They don’t get to pick and it happens spontaneously. You also get only one mate in your life.”

You felt your brain hurt from hearing this meaning if you’re mates with Jaehyun it definitely was for life. It doesn’t sound fair neither on you or on him. I mean, you aren’t a werewolf surely there must be some judgement there? Are you even a good compatible match for him? How did you become a mate with him in the first place. You had plenty of questions.

“Wait so… I’m your mate? Is that it? I don’t get it why me out of everyone else.”

Jaehyun couldn’t stop you but his next following words left you stunned. “Because i love you unconditionally Y/n. It sounds crazy because we only met few times but you can’t deny that you feel the same way for me. Our bond is not normal.” His hands brush on top of yours making the skin grow warm and pinkies as if it were blushing by how confidently he grabbed your palms. “I… can feel… see you… even when you’re not around me. It’s driving me insane for these past few days when you are far away. I feel like I could go insane. Your emotions are my emotions. Your thoughts are my thoughts now.”

“But I’m a witch Jaehyun. I’m not a freaking werewolf.” You hiss back. You couldn’t accept this easily just because you are someone’s mate doesn’t make you responsible to take care about it. Jaehyun stares into your eyes sternly as he leans closer. “Witch or not you are my mate. I don’t see the problem in that so why do you?”

“We are too different. I won’t be able to… please you… to love you back the way you love me… heck I don’t even know anything about your kind. How can you expect me to love you back?”

“In this world I only breathe you. I only see and think of you and nobody can change that. I picked you for a reason and so did the universe grant me to you. You’re everything I’ve ever asked for believe me Y/n. So don’t worry and just… give yourself to me… okay?” He whispers as his hands crawl cupping your face you felt weak instantaneously falling in deeper to his arms like melted ice cream and as you did Jaehyun caressed your lips with the edge of the thumb looking down at them hungrily. Jaehyun speaks in a broken tone. “You’re comfortable with me right?”

As far as you’re aware you remember being comfortable and you gave a soft nod and a small hum escaped your lips when two pairs of lips crash on to yours heavily kissing you and you felt your whole body react to it by pushing Jaehyun into your body. The man on top grabbed your waist pulling you down and pinning you where you fight for dominance. Your bodies were a burning ember merging together as one it was a beautiful sensation running through your skin leaving markings of goosebumps. His mouth drifting down to your jawline brushing his teeth and werewolf fangs on your skin that leaves you irking for more and more; your eyes were closed shut but you allow your imagination take you to places. Jaehyun left bruises on your skin you couldn’t even tell when they got there — they were a purple ish and reddish colour on your complexion and small bites where landing.

With every tight groping on your body made you feel so small under his body you haven’t realised it how muscular and larger he was than you. If anything he was larger than life itself and you can’t wait to see what’s awaiting for you in the far future. Those clothes that physically annoyed Jaehyun staring at them were ripped off your bodies leaving your naked presence together resting on one another where his hands roam every trace with the fingertips. You shudder when the sight of his large girthy and thick erected cock stands still intimidatingly before reaching deep inside you.

The tip could barely fit and you couldn’t even think about this thing being so deep inside you it almost made you pass out by pretending it could. You shakily grab the nearest pillow on the couch as you were underneath him pinned like a prey while he was the dangerous predator losing his consciousness of the humane side left inside him. You could not notice it before but now that you were staring the werewolf down your eyes take a glimpse of bright yellow light in his eyes shining through as if this was a sign for you to take and run away but you couldn’t. You did not want to run away you wanted to stay. You wanted him to take you. You needed him. You wanted to be as one with him.

You whimper as his raging cock was taking it sweet time entering you slow and edging. He heard the noises taking it as a cute sign from you as well as your expressions he couldn’t stop thinking about mentally — it’s the way your lips part away to let out an incoming moan or the way your nostrils flare out at the burning sensation of you being stretched outwards on and on. “God Jaehyun you… you are so big I don’t think I can make it fit.” You stutter unable to think quick.

A hand cups your cheeks as he felt your sudden anxiety thump at your doorstep making you nervous. This whole thing is making you nervous and he couldn’t blame you. For non werewolves this whole thing must be a bunch of nerve wrecking stuff bothering your brain and heart. Worst thing is Jaehyun can feel it in his own body. Every emotion you’re experiencing he was getting it too. It made it easier for you both to emphasise and understand but at the same time it made it equally harder. Jaehyun wanted to calm you not stress you out more.

As his hands held your face he lovingly rests the forehead against yours closing his eyes and sighing. “It’s okay. Y/n. Listen to my heartbeat alright? I’m not going to hurt you. I will be slow. It will fit, believe me. You’re doing amazing so far.” He sighs out giving you a rose of confidence you did not have before and somewhere you felt calmer when he mentioned his own heart rate; somehow, it works. Listening to his heartbeat and nothing else makes a great distraction because within a minute seeing you calm down and relax your entrance becomes looser enough to let his large cock slide in much quicker but still a little slowly because he did not want to surprise you.

The thrusts where a peaceful road. It was sensual enough to leave you dotting around like a little doll just for Jaehyun laying down on the coach moving your hips up sometimes to synch with his movements to rock back and let him rut deep in you with his animalistic movements you weren’t even aware of until later on but how he was doing and able to restrain himself so little makes you wondering; we’re you something he couldn’t control around?

“You’re so right for me. You are made for me Y/n and you don’t even realise it how perfect you are. Not a single werewolf can compare to you.”

He has usually great control around people however Jaehyun is struggling around you massively and it’s as if you were the bane of his patience and existence. It’s just that something within gets triggered just as much as you trigger it knowingly. Your bodies were one just as were your souls.

He groans close to your ear out into the thin air letting the heavy smoke his body was produce to fill the room just as much as your loud moans were a fruitful to touch and to hear loud like a large echo in a hollow empty cave covering by darkness and nothing else but Jaehyun’s heat to overtake you. They were a melody to him and only him he could hear. The way his hands pinning you down on the couch never once loosen up and let you go they kept on stern contact as he kept pounding deep in you.

And a sudden painful surge runs through your shoulder where Jaehyun bit down on it with the remaining fangs that are out.

You choke out your gasps. “Fuck…! You’re biting so hard…” It felt awfully weird. It was a quick pain reaction but the more time it goes on your body starts adjusting to it. You were beginning to get addicted to it and like the feeling.

He gnawed forward putting his hands on your stomach holding it as he admires how flat it was and how small it was too. So many dirty thoughts were coming in to his brain just seeing how you sucked it in to inhale out and swallow the moan. He groans out arching deep inside you. He was at his limit you could tell.

“You’re so… small… fragile and dainty I keep guessing if I’m so rough with you i might break you in half. My lord…” his fingers push down on your abdomen where your orgasm was itching to let go. “I want to have you full of my children inside you. What do you say? Want to carry my babies around you? Do you want to be the mother of my kids?”

He trails forward as you were shocked by such words leaving his mouth it didn’t surprise one but now that he was so lost inside to the pleasure he was blabbering nonsense.

“You’d make a great mother I know you would.” Jaehyun pleads humming close to your chest burying his face into it where the little bit of blood draws out from the bite earlier.

You bite your bottom lip hissing out. “If it makes you happy my Alpha.”

Just one word and it made him feral he swore you knew what you were doing with your little playful smile knowing after what you had said would do the trick of making him go absolutely berserk on you and it did because the next minute he was filling you up full stuffing you that could be the biggest load you ever taken in. Jaehyun gave you such a long round but you wondered what that large amount of his warm fluids entering you he stayed inside taking the time.

He looks down at you with beads of sweat on his forehead and dangerous piercing eyes. “Call me that again.”

You stare at him innocently. “Alpha.” You repeated and you saw a flash of his eyes glowing yellow again. He leans down capturing a heavy kiss with you leaving your mouths to be swollen and hurt. The kiss was hard and fiery passionate.

When Jaehyun pulled away his voice went from little strings ghosting over your mouth with his eyes dimly closed but enough to see out of the fluttering long eyelashes.

He spoke like he was an addict. An addict on something called you.

“I like the taste of your lips on mine.”

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papergirllife · 6 months

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Jeong Jaehyun

CEO!Jaehyun x Secretary!reader

Synopsis:

You and Jaehyun take a trip to Florence and things get interesting on a boat with a surprise at the end :)))

warnings: public s*x (kinda), unprotected s*x, ch*king, br**ding kink, c*ck warming, strength kink, brief sub drop, tooth rotting fluff.

a/n: sorry i can't make it in time for a halloween fic, that would probably come out a bit later than expected :((, so here's a little treat instead to keep you guys sated :)))

The summer breeze feels freeing against your skin, the salt air is something you don't want to forget, the sea is a sparkling teal, you could really get used to this.

"What's on your mind, love?" Jaehyun asks, his big arms wrapped around your waist, his chin perched on your shoulder, you can feel his breath tickling your ears.

"That I'm gonna miss this very much when we're back in Seoul," you say with a longing sigh at the beautiful view.

Jaehyun hums in agreement, watching you swirl your glass of white wine before taking a long sip, you're taking in the beautiful view of Florence's sea view while he takes in his view, you, your hair blowing by, his prada sunglasses perched on the beautiful slope of your nose, your lips shining from the latest lip oil he's splurged on you after he's seen you watching numerous tiktoks of it.

"We can come here again, you know," Jaehyun proposes, his cheek brushing against yours, nuzzling into your warmth.

"One, you have a company to run. Two, it's too expensive to do this again," you chide, it's been days already and still you never miss to mention the fact that Jaehyun dropped a bomb to plan this trip and book a whole yacht for the two of you, including a league of staff at your beck and call, the chef himself is from some really popular restaurant, his fresh pasta is to die for, you're sure the price for his services is deadly as well.

"I told you this before, I'd give you the whole world if you want," Jaehyun reminds you with a playful nudge of his head at yours, getting a laugh out of you.

"And how many times do I have to remind you? You as your own person is the equivalent of my world, not Jeong Jaehyun the CEO of a huge company, and not the benefits that come with your financial position," you say with a huff, you just know this trip is at least a year's worth of your salary, that he keeps adding for no reason mind you, what's the use of money when this man doesn't let you spend a cent of your own coin when he's around?

"I know, sweetheart, I just like spoiling you, treat it as a kink of mine, that I have this obsession with giving you princess treatment," Jaehyun says, trying to explain himself into your good books again.

"Whatever, I'm still not letting you spend a cent on groceries though," you argue, that was the deal when you moved in with him and found out that he paid for everything, utilities, necessities, your wardrobe; it was almost impossible to get him to agree to let you spend on groceries, that and whatever you manage to pick up on your way back when he works later than you, like that robot vacuum and mop hybrid you splurged on, and spending more on better quality groceries, including wine, which got a huff out of your mostly patient boyfriend.

"Wine is wine," he argued, hands on his waist, his brows furrowed, but you see right through him, he could never get mad at you.

"I put wine in pasta, and it's sold in the grocer, so it's considered as groceries," you say with a smug tone, and at that moment, Jaehyun thinks you look borderline cunning.

"Fine…"

"When we're married, I'm going to have to reevaluate our terms," Jaehyun says with a chuckle, kissing your temple.

"That's not going to be soon anyways," you say with a huff before finishing your glass of pricey wine.

"That can be changed," Jaehyun says, snatching the empty glass out of your hands, passing it to the staff before he tells her to dismiss everyone below deck.

"Right, as if you want to be tied down this quickly," you say, turning from the railing to face Jaehyun, slapping his chest playfully.

"Why? You don't think I love you enough to be tied down to you?" Jaehyun asks, the mirth disappearing in his eyes, catching you off guard.

"You're still very young, men don't like settling down so quickly," you say, cupping his cheeks, patting his cheeks, you love his mochi cheeks.

"I'm 26, not 16, I know what I want, and that's loving you, for eternity," Jaehyun mumbles, talking despite his cheeks being squished by you, which he's quick to change, grasping your hands in his, placing them on his sturdy shoulders, "I'll prove my love to you," Jaehyun says before he slams his lips to yours, catching you off guard.

After 3 years of being with him, you still get light headed from the way he kisses you, and he knows, manoeuvring you to the big L shaped sofa.

"I'm going to prove to you now, that my love for you is as endless as the skies and the seas," Jaehyun promises after his lips part from yours.

You quickly peel your clothes off of you, savouring Jaehyun's lustful eyes on you.

"You're a sight to behold," Jaehyun mutters before he reconnects his lips with yours.

He just can't get enough of you today, how sweet you taste, your lip oil, the taste of bitter grape on your tongue, he's a fiend and you're his drug.

He shudders when he feels your hands make a quick work of getting rid of his clothes, your soft hands trailing through the arms that he's trained very hard for, grasping onto his biceps, Jaehyun smiles at the action, you've always been a fan of his muscles, spending your free time reading while Jaehyun works out in his personal gym, not a page turned.

Jaehyun breaks the kiss, looking at you with love drunk eyes.

"Get on fours for me, facing the ocean, let the world see how I worship my baby," Jaehyun says with mirth, eyes shining like a boy on Christmas day.

"As you wish, boss," you say before breaking out laughing when you see your boyfriend's deadpan expression.

"Very funny," Jaehyun muses before he gets distracted by the sight of your ass, a hand outstretched to smack one of your cheeks lightly, his cock growing hard at the sight of your cheek jiggling in his hold.

Jaehyun gets comfortable on the sofa before he bends down to get a quick taste, adjusting your body to his height, or he'd get a neck cramp and an earful from you later.

Jaehyun groans when he gets an actual taste, and with one taste, he's hooked, tongue going from kitten licks to sinking his tongue deep inside your cunt, a hand grasping your cheeks open while his other hand makes its way to your sweet bundle of nerves, rotating your clit in slow circles, sending shocks down where Jaehyun's situated, drenching his mouth with your sweet juices, dripping down his chin, and the sounds you make, calling out to his name with that airy high pitched tone that only he gets to hear, if there's one thing that Jaehyun would never try in bed with you is gagging, god forbid him cockblocking himself from an eargasm, not even his favourite artists could compare to this personal melody only he gets to listens to.

You’re not the type to be super loud or something, in fact, Jaehyun often needs to remind you to be as loud as you want to be, and now with the staff being dismissed, you still fear that you’d be heard by anyone lingering nearby, but Jaeyhyun’s skillful tongue has your inhibitions down, his tongue and fingers strumming your body like a guitar, and he can tell you’re close, with the way you’ve drenched his hand, hips unconsciously pushing back to meet his touch, when his hands meet your swollen bundle of nerves, gasps of his name reach Jaehyun’s ears before he feels your juices drip down his hand.

Jaehyun has that smirk that you always tease for looking like an evil character in the dramas you always watch, the one where his face makes unconsciously, usually when he manages to get you flustered or at times like these, when Jaehyun makes a mess out of you just from his sheer dedication and familiarity of your body that he had studied obsessively.

“You need a rest, sweetheart?” Jaehyun asks when he helps you turn to face him again.

“I’m ready, we need to hurry up, I don’t want the staff to think we’re having sex right now,” you say before swivelling your hips on his length, he’s already hard and it’s just from pleasuring you, the thought has flowers blooming in your heart.

“But we are fucking right now,” Jaehyun said before he bellows out a full on laugh, which led to you shushing him with the palm of your hand.

“Exactly, that’s why we need to hurry up,” you said before you give Jaehyun back his ability to talk, positioning yourself away from Jaehyun, and suddenly, Jaehyun’s second favourite sight comes into view, the only ‘human’ peach he desires.

“So romantic of you,” Jaehyun jokes, lightly smacking your butt, he could never get bored of doing that.

“I want to enjoy the view,” you say with a huff, finally settling into a spot where the cushion feels comfortable under your elbows and knees.

“See how the horizon looks endless? My love for you is as deep as the sea, and as limitless as the sky,” Jaehyun says by your ear before he crouches over you to kiss you, he always does that, sealing his affirmations for you with a kiss.

Just a quick one, then he traces your back with his lips, the soft kisses tracing your arched spine, way down till your tailbone before he rises up again, his warm palms spreading you open gently, the sea breeze hitting your most intimate parts of you, the cool feeling quickly fading when you feel Jaehyun’s length sinking inside you, the stretch so familiar, comforting even, as the pleasure that only Jaehyun could give you once again dance through your nerves, and the feeling of being so full, so complete, you don’t think you’d want to live a world without Jaehyun, not when you’re an addict for this man you call your lover, the power he holds over you is stronger than any temptation this world has to offer.

Your eyes go cross when Jaehyun finally deems you ready for him to pick up the pace, he locates your sweet spot with the blunt of his tip, and you lose some of your composure, Jaehyun’s name escaping your lips, his name broken in parts of two and three, depending on the rhythm of his hips, and soon the beautiful view in front of you is distorted from your lust altered vision, the horizon blurring into one, just like you and Jaehyun, bodies smudged into one being, fused together by the love the two of you share.

“Ready to fall apart again, my love?” Jaehyun asks, his voice laboured from his movements, at first you didn’t know what he was saying, that is, until you feel his fingertips grazing your clit again, your hips jerking at the touch, still sensitive from before, but Jaehyun, being the service dom he is, he never wants to push you into a quick succession without your permission, hence he waits for the quick nod of your head and the breathless yes you barely managed to utter before he draws figure eights onto your sensitive bundle of nerves, he reads your body like an open book, the way you’re slumped forward, arms supporting your body instead of your elbows now, he just knows he’s going to get complaints about how he tires your body out every time you guys have sex.

Jaehyun’s spare hand winds around the base of your neck, pulling you up with a gasp of your lips, his lips touching yours, his nose digging into your cheek, the feeling so domestic, so distracting that you didn’t even notice his hand leaving your neck before you feel one of your nipples pinched between his fingers, and that’s what pushes you over the edge, your body already high strung from just his cock inside you, but his pace stutters before you feel the warmth of his seed paint your walls, the feeling sending a shudder down your back.

Jaehyun rides out your high with slow and deep thrusts, and when he starts picking up the pace again, you indulge him, just as much as he indulges in you, he knows you love a little bit of pain, sending your body into another wave of pleasurable crescendo with a cry of his name and tears prickling at the corner of your eyes, and then he stops, pulling out of you gently while he whispers of how good you were for him amongst other praises that ground you after a heavier session like that.

“You with me baby?” Jaehyun asks while he manoeuvres you on your back, palms cradling your cheeks as if he’s trying to pull you back to the right headspace, and after a few blinks to clear your head, you remember who you are and most importantly, where you are.

“Oh my god, we need to hurry and get dressed,” you say, your eyes frantically scanning around to find your clothes.

“Hey, no rush, I’ll find your clothes and dress you, you just sit here and catch your breath, okay?” Jaehyun assures you before he quickly fetches your clothes and dresses you, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before he dresses himself and retrieves the pitcher of water to fill your glass for you, handing it to you, you didn’t realise how thirsty you were until you finished it.

“Feeling better now?” Jaehyun asks after draining his own glass.

“Yeah, would’ve liked having you stay inside me for a bit longer though, but this is definitely not the place to do so,” you say with a chuckle.

“Let’s retire back to our cabin then, I want cuddles anyways,” Jaehyun suggests before he sweeps you off the couch, carrying you bridal style down back to your room.

When the two of you wake, it’s evening and the chef is preparing your dinner on deck, the scent of pasta sauce making your stomach rumble after what Jaehyun put you through.

“Are you excited to go to Milan tomorrow? It’s fashion week after all,” Jaehyun says, he used the excuse of his artists’ brand endorsement to travel all the way here, not that he needed one, but the board’s old men are sometimes very…demanding.

“Yeah, I’m excited to see the Galleria, it always looks so pretty in photos,” you say, when Jaehyun first announced the two of you would be going to Italy, you quickly looked up what's famous there, other than the leaning tower and the colosseum.

“We can go there right after we rest up, and the fashion show doesn’t take all that long, business meetings are the day after the show, so we’ll have plenty of time together,” Jaehyun promises, he’s always been so accommodating to you, always trying his best to balance his work and you, and for that, you’ll always be grateful.

“You’re sure it’s not getting in the way of your work?” you ask, but Jaehyun is quick to shake his head no, before the chef announces that dinner is served.

Dinner was brief, both of you were starving from today’s strenuous activity, and now you and Jaehyun are once again seated on the sofa, planning to take a walk around town for dessert after your dinner digests.

“There’s something I need to do before we dock,” Jaehyun says before he sees the staff once again retreating down below deck, glad that they remember his request for them to do so.

“What is it?” you ask, quickly assuming that he needs to take a call from Seoul or something, he tries not to, but you know it’s a given with his job and you respect it.

Then, Jaehyun gets down on one knee, his hand reaching into his pant’s pocket to reach for something bulky, and when you see the velvet material, your heart drops.

“I remember what you said this afternoon, about men my age not willing to settle down so soon, but I’m here, down on one knee, to prove to you that I’m willing to settle down young, If you give me the chance, I’d love if you gave me the chance to be truly yours, I know I’m a busy man, and that I have moments where I don’t give you enough of my time and attention,” Jaehyun says with melancholy swimming in his eyes, and immediately you shake your head, but before you could open your mouth to protest, Jaehyun continues his speech, “I spent three years with you now, lived together for two, but I want to spend every life with you if given the chance, so in this life, would I be able to have the honour to officially call you mine? You can finally be Mrs Jeong,” Jaehyun says with utmost sincerity, even the little inside joke he tacked on is a goal of his.

“Jaehyun, I’d be a dumbass to not say no,” you say before squatting down to his level, tackling him against the sofa with a big fat kiss, your weight crashing down on him, the air getting pushed out of his lungs from your sheer force, but Jaehyun would let you do it over and over again if it means he gets to see you smile this wide, everyday of his life.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I love you, more than you’d ever imagine, Mrs Jeong.”

“I love you too, Mr Jeong.”

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edenesth · 2 months

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My Forever Valentine

Pairing: bf!Jaehyun x gf!reader

AU: non-idol au

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Throughout your years together, Jaehyun had consistently taken charge of organising your Valentine's Day celebrations, even though it was his own birthday. But as your fourth anniversary approached, you decided it was your turn to take the reins. Yet, in your attempt to plan the day, everything seemed to go awry. Or... did it?

A/N: It's Valentine's Day and Jaehyun's birthday, and since he's my NCT bias, ofc I had to write this.

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Jung Jaehyun.

Your high school sweetheart.

He was the epitome of popularity in all your school years. Handsome, intelligent, and accomplished in almost every aspect of life, he seemed to effortlessly excel in everything he pursued. If anyone ever doubted god has favourites, they clearly have not seen him. He was the embodiment of perfection, and he was all yours.

But you? Not so much.

Unlike your boyfriend, you weren't a social butterfly, didn't hold the captaincy of any sports team, nor were you a contender for the valedictorian title. You were simply an average university student, striving to ensure you progressed to the next semester without the burden of retaking any courses.

And yet, Jaehyun seemed to see something in you that even you struggled to recognise.

Despite your enduring status as the quiet and shy girl since high school, you somehow managed to capture the attention of the basketball team's heartthrob of a captain. It was on Valentine's Day of your senior year that he confessed his feelings to you, and as a birthday gift to him, you chose to accept his confession.

As time passed, you found yourselves celebrating your fourth year together. Initially, you harboured fears that your seemingly perfect boyfriend would eventually leave you once he came to realise how ordinary you were. However, each passing year proved you wrong as he continued to demonstrate his love and care, meticulously planning unforgettable Valentine's Day celebrations, even when it was his own birthday.

On your first Valentine's Day together, right after you said yes to being his girlfriend, Jaehyun swept you off your feet with a heartfelt surprise. He took you to your favourite café, where you indulged in boba and shared laughter over cosy conversations. From there, he surprised you with a trip to the arcade, where you both embraced your inner children, playing games and capturing adorable photos together, photos you still keep in your wallets to this day.

For your second Valentine's Day, he went above and beyond to make it memorable. He planned a full day at the amusement park, starting with a thrilling morning at the water park, where you splashed and laughed together, enjoying the refreshing waves and thrilling slides. As the sun began to set, you ventured into the theme park, hand in hand, experiencing the exhilarating rides and magical atmosphere. The day concluded with a hearty dinner, where you toasted to your love and the memories you had created throughout the day.

On your third Valentine's Day, Jaehyun surprised you with a romantic mountain retreat, whisking you away from the hustle and bustle of daily life. Surrounded by breathtaking views and serene nature, you spent the day indulging in multiple couple activities, from hiking hand in hand along scenic trails to picnicking by a tranquil lake. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you cosied up together by a crackling fire, cherishing the warmth of each other's company.

As your fourth anniversary and Valentine's Day approached, a newfound sense of confidence and assurance settled within you, bolstered by your boyfriend's unwavering love over the years. Slowly but surely, you found it increasingly difficult to imagine your life without him by your side, and you were determined to make this February 14th one to remember.

With a flutter of anticipation, you recalled approaching him with a gentle smile a couple of weeks ago, "Jae, I'd like to be the one to plan our Valentine's Day this year. Can I?"

Initially taken aback by your proposal, his eyes lit up with warmth and affection as he wholeheartedly agreed, "Of course, my love. We'll do anything you want." He responded with a kiss on your head, his reassurance melting away any lingering doubts.

Filled with excitement and determination, you spared no effort in arranging the perfect evening for him. After much deliberation and meticulous planning, you managed to secure a reservation at an exclusive restaurant facing a famous beach in Seoul. They offered a special Valentine's Day package, promising a lavish fine dining experience, captivating performances, and the opportunity to dance the night away under the stars.

During the dancing session, you had already made plans to express your desire to spend forever by his side. Tradition be damned, considering all he had done for you, you didn't mind taking the initiative to propose.

Getting home from your internship that evening, excitement bubbled within you and Jaehyun as you dressed in your finest attire, ready for a night of enchantment. You slipped into an elegant little black dress while he donned a sharp ensemble consisting of a crisp shirt, tailored pants, and a stylish blazer. The anticipation was palpable as you imagined the unforgettable evening ahead.

With his hand in yours and his other hand confidently guiding the steering wheel, you began your journey to the famous restaurant you had miraculously secured a booking with, "I'm so proud of you, my love," He said, his voice filled with admiration, "It usually takes months to secure a booking here, but you managed it in just weeks."

You couldn't contain your happiness, leaning your head against his shoulder with a grin, "I know, Jae. I still can't believe we're actually going there tonight," You replied excitedly, "Johnny is going to be so jealous! He's been raving about this place forever."

Or maybe he won't be jealous at all.

"We apologise deeply, miss! We were just about to contact you to inform you of the sudden closure of our restaurant!"

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Your heart sank upon arriving at the restaurant, met with unexpected news. A sudden kitchen malfunction had forced the establishment to close for the evening, leaving both of you frozen in disbelief. The weight of disappointment lingered heavily as you stood side by side at the restaurant's entrance, all dressed up with nowhere to go.

It felt like all your efforts had been in vain.

Feeling a surge of frustration and helplessness, you cast a glance at your boyfriend, uncertain of your next steps. His expression mirrored your own, a blend of disappointment and disbelief evident in his eyes. Silence settled between you for a moment as you both processed the unexpected turn of events.

Unfortunately, leaving was definitely not an option. Situated on the outskirts of Seoul, the restaurant's distance from the city meant that returning now would consume too much time. Besides, the unpredictability of traffic congestion could potentially result in both of you arriving well past midnight if you were to depart at this moment.

Letting out a sigh, you reached out to grasp his hand, "Gosh, I-I'm so sorry, Jae," You murmured, the words tinged with regret, "The one time I took charge of our Valentine's Day plans, this happens."

His immediate frown of disapproval at your self-blame was evident as he gently cupped your face in his hands, "Hey, none of this is your fault," He reassured, his voice soft but firm, "No one could have predicted this. It's alright; we'll find something else to do here."

Ugh, can he be any more perfect?

He pressed a reassuring kiss onto your lips before scanning the surroundings, searching for a solution. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope brightened his expression as he spotted a 24-hour convenience store around the corner and the picturesque beach still stretched out before you.

"Perhaps a romantic evening is still within reach." He suggested, his optimism infectious as he swiftly removed his blazer and draped it around your bare shoulders, ready to make the most of the sudden change of plans.

Stepping into the nearby convenience store, you were both greeted by the inviting glow of fluorescent lights. The weight of earlier disappointment seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of warmth and comfort as you watched Jaehyun move gracefully down the aisles, effortlessly selecting your favourite foods, snacks, and drinks. Each item he chose, each thoughtful gesture, further solidified your desire to spend the rest of your life by his side.

With each passing second, the idea of being without him became unimaginable. In his presence, you found a sense of belonging and home that you knew you never wanted to live without.

Lost in the moment, overwhelmed with gratitude for the man you called yours, you couldn't resist the urge to hug him from behind. His smile greeted you as he turned to look at you over his shoulder, "Everything alright?" You nodded against him, replying softly, "Just wanted to be close to you."

The both of you were completely oblivious to the cashier rolling his eyes at the display and glancing away. However, any traces of irritation dissolved as soon as you both politely completed your payment and even extended well wishes for the remainder of his shift. Maybe, just maybe, he found the two of you a tad cute.

Emerging from the store with your arms laden with goodies, you made your way back to the beach, the cool breeze carrying the scent of saltwater and possibility. Settling down on the soft sand, your boyfriend made sure to keep you warm, tightening his blazer snugly around your frame, "Can't have you catching a cold, my love. Just tell me if you're feeling too chilly, hm?" Despite your long history together, his thoughtfulness never failed to make your heart flutter.

As the sky shifted into a tapestry of vibrant hues, you shared a playful exchange about the potential teasing from your friends regarding the unexpected turn of your date as you ate, "Ugh, Donghyuck is never going to let me hear the end of this. I was boasting to him just yesterday," You lamented with a groan, eliciting laughter from Jaehyun, "I'll give him a piece of my mind if he dares."

With the stars twinkling overhead and the gentle lull of the ocean as your backdrop, you couldn't imagine a more perfect setting for your makeshift Valentine's Day celebration.

Finishing the last of your kimbap, you leaned into his embrace, watching the moon rise over the horizon, your heart warmed as you felt him tighten his hold around you before tracing kisses down the side of your face, "I still can't believe we came all this way, dressed up and everything, just to be told the restaurant's closed. I promise next year will be better, Jae."

"It doesn't matter what we do. All I need is you by my side, my love," He whispered, nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. You felt a rush of emotion welling in your eyes, quickly blinking it away, "Okay, okay, it's time for your birthday cake."

Giving him a quick peck on his cheek, you reached into the bag of treats you had gotten from the convenience store earlier. Pulling out a colourful cupcake adorned with sprinkles, you carefully placed a candle on top and lit it, shielding the flame from the gentle ocean breeze with your hand.

Clearing your throat, you began to sing the familiar birthday song, your voice mingling with the sound of the waves crashing nearby, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Jaehyun..."

His grin widened as he listened to your melody, his eyes shining with affection. When you reached the final verse, you leaned forward, presenting the cupcake before him, "Come on, birthday boy," You teased playfully, "Make a wish."

With a nod, he closed his eyes and pressed his hands together, his expression one of quiet contemplation. After a moment, he whispered his wish into the wind, his words barely audible over the sound of the ocean.

Curious, you leaned in closer, waiting with bated breath to hear his wish. And when he finally spoke, his words filled your heart with warmth and joy, "I wish for you to be my forever Valentine."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, "No fair—I was going to ask you first. You're always a step ahead."

He chuckled softly, "I suppose you'll have to get used to it for the rest of your life. Are you up for that?"

Without hesitation, you leaned in to press your lips against his, "Are you kidding? Of course, I am."

As the moonlight cast a soft glow over the two of you, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small velvet box. Your eyes widened in surprise as he opened it, revealing a dazzling ring nestled inside.

"I've been waiting for the perfect moment to do this," Jaehyun confessed, his voice filled with sincerity, "I wanted to propose to you this year, regardless of who was in charge of our Valentine's Day plans. And considering you hinted at wanting to ask me first, I'm assuming your answer is a resounding yes."

Your heart skipped a beat as you gazed at the ring, the significance of the moment sinking in. Speechless and overcome with emotion, you nodded fervently, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming love and gratitude swelling within you.

Jaehyun slid the ring onto your finger, sealing your bond with a promise of forever. With a soft grin, he stood up from his seat, extending his hand toward you with an overdramatic bow, "Would you care to dance, my beautiful future Mrs. Jung?" He asked, his eyes sparkling with love and excitement.

Giggling softly, you placed your hand in his, feeling a surge of joy at the thought of the future ahead, "I'd love to, Mr. Jung."

As the two of you swayed clumsily along the shore, the diamond ring on your finger catching the moonlight, the rhythmic sound of the waves provided a soothing melody. Your boyfriend, now fiancé, held you close, his gaze locked with yours as he pulled you in, resting his forehead against yours.

"If you still have any doubts," He murmured softly, lips brushing against yours, "I want you to know that this has been my absolute favourite Valentine's Day and birthday celebration so far."

Your heart melted at his words, and you nodded, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you, "I believe you, Jae."

With a dimpled smile, he leaned in, his lips catching yours in a loving kiss that conveyed the depth of your shared love. As you melted into his embrace, you realised that sometimes the most memorable moments are the unplanned ones. Despite the unexpected change of plans, you were content with how the evening had unfolded.

After all, even if you had been displeased with this Valentine's Day, there would be plenty more in the future to make up for it.

He's mine, forever.

Bonus:

Glancing at the time, you both agreed it was time to head home. As you gathered your belongings and approached Jaehyun's car, you were surprised to see the cashier from the convenience store earlier emerging from the shop and walking past you both, seemingly finishing his shift.

"Hey there, need a ride home? It's getting late, and we're happy to drop you off anywhere along our way." Your fiancé offered kindly, motioning towards his car.

The young man, whose name tag was revealed as Jisung, shook his head with a smile, "Thanks, but I'll be alright. I live just around the corner. You two have a safe journey back to the city, though."

You nodded in acknowledgement, watching as he continued on his way before pausing after a few steps, turning back to face you and Jaehyun, "Oh, um... congratulations, by the way. I saw the proposal from inside the store." He mentioned, nodding towards your ring, and both of you blushed.

With a sheepish shrug, he offered a light smile, "Happy Valentine's Day, and I wish you both all the happiness in the world."

"Thank you, Jisung."

As he made his way home, the young man couldn't help but shake his head with a small smile. Alright, perhaps he did find the two of you incredibly adorable. A part of him felt a warmth within, witnessing such genuine love between you both. It left him hoping to find someone just as special for himself someday.

Happy Valentine's Day to you all, my lovelies! Just another self-indulgent piece HAHA this is what happens when you've been single for way too long lmfao I'll pretend this is exactly how my Valentine's Day is going to go :)

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Not so innocent

Jung jaehyun x male reader

Hello everyone. Orecana here! I've written and post another fic for you guys to enjoy. Thank you to whoever read and support my fic so far. Love you guys.

Warning: this fic contains the following that may disturb you

Alpha beta Omega second genders

harsh sexualization

Sexual assault

Murder

Description of blood and gore

Pet names

Belly bulge and cum inflation

Most importantly, my first time writing a smut which will go extremely bad......

If any of the things listed above annoys the hell out of you, you are more than welcome to get the hell out of this fic and do something else.

Y/n is a young omega that has just recently transferred to neo academy, a prestigious school for talented individuals like himself.

Neo academy, is a prestigious school that will send an application letter to the most gifted individuals in the entire world.

He jumps happily as he looks at the academy in front of him, he can't believe it! It's like a dream come true.

He goes into the academy and is extremely happy and surprised on how luxurious everything is.

He goes into a room which he presumes to be the office, so that he could get his schedule and dorm key. However, that will have to wait a bit because the person behind the desk is currently talking to someone.

He waits until they're done and when the person turns around, y/n feels his heart beat faster.

The man is ridiculously handsome with brown hair and that sharp jawline. The alpha seeing y/n admiring him, sends him a wink before going out of the office.

Are you y/n l/n?

Y/n snaps out of his daze and looks at the direction of the woman.

Yes i am

The woman hands over his schedule and dorm key to him. The woman frowns when she sees his key.

Uh there's seems to be a problem with your key, I need to take a quick call.

The woman phones someone. When the called picked up, they engaged in a serious conversation. Y/n doesn't know what they were talking about because the woman used her magic to conceal her conversation, but he knows that it was not going well, seeing that the woman keeps rubbing her forehead with a permanent scowl on her face. She reluctantly stops the call before facing y/n.

It seems that the omega and beta dorms have all been booked, so the only available rooms are in the alpha dorms. I truly apologize for this.

Y/n smiles before holding the woman's hand which has his key.

Don't worry miss, I'll be fine. Besides you read my application form you should know what I can do that other omegas can't.

The woman seems to contemplate before remembering. She smiled at y/n before sighing.

Right... I totally forgot about that. Still try to stay safe, the majority of alphas there Don't really respect omegas.

Y/n only giggles as his once (eye color) eyes turn into purple ones.

Oh. They will turn into new people by the time I'm done with them.

He thanks the woman before leaving, the woman only smiles as she thinks.

"this boy.... Is really incredible."

Y/n looks at his schedule that also works as a map around the school. Biology first then lunch break then we can do extra courses and last but not least battlefield fighting.

He smiles at the last one, eyes turning blood red once again at the mention of fighting. As an omega, he was badly sexualized in the past by so many unruly alphas but today he can change that.

He stops in front of the biology classroom and knocks. *Knock knock*

Come in!

He enters into a full classroom with many students. They all turn towards him as he closes the door. The professor adjusts his glasses before looking at y/n.

Ah! Are you y/n l/n? Please have a seat in one of the empty chairs. You're not late at all, we're just starting.

He smiles at the professor's kindness before bowing and sitting in one of the empty chairs on the left.

Shortly after a few minutes though, he slowly begins to regret sitting there. The alpha near him keeps releasing his toxic pheromones onto him and it's making him lightheaded. Fortunately, a student sitting across from them seems to notice and alert the professor, which immediately groans and clog his nose, an action that most students there do as well.

Mr. Samuel... We would appreciate it that you don't stink the whole room with your pheromones.

That alpha only smile cockily as he slides his hands down y/n's waist. Y/n was shocked at the action. How dare he!

And what do you want me to do professor? I got a real delectable omega sitting next to me right now. How can I keep my hands to myself? Besides those hips and that asshole just looks like he's begging to be fucked.

Many students were shocked that he say stuff like that with no remorse, he discreetly tries to slide his hands into y/n's shirt so he could play with the nipples. Y/n was about to act when a fist made its way into the alpha's face.

The entire class was shocked and Samuel holds his face in pain as blood started to come out, dripping down his broken nose and lips. Y/n looks up at his savior to see the handsome man from before, his left fist was covered in blood.

He goes and holds the other man's knuckle and raises his palm. Everyone was wide eyed when y/n's absorbed the blood from the knuckle into his hand as he moans.

Ahhhhh.... (The relaxed moan) I haven't felt blood in my veins since ages ago.

He says this as he looks at Samuel who cowardly tries to run while injured.

Oh? Where are you going? Didn't you wanted to grope me and feel me? Why are you running away?

Y/n says these lines with the most sinister face everybody could of imagined, even the man from before was awestruck at such a personality.

Samuel ran out of the class.

Typical alphas. Always acting so tough on the outside, but a bloody coward on the inside.

He turns around and look at the professor.

Shall we resume class professor?

He says this with such the sweetest smile ever that everyone wondered on what the hell happened to the person they saw just now?

Eventually, the professor did resume class and all students listened. Even y/n, who was new to the school managed to answer some of the difficult questions, which made a lot of people in the class respect him.

It was lunch break and students were hurrying out of the classroom. Y/n was putting his books back into his bag when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He looks behind him to see that man.

Hey, wanna eat lunch with me?

Y/n could not believe his ears as he just stared at the alpha in front of him.

"this handsome god wants to hang out with me?!"

Y/n feels a blush coming on to his face as he mutters a weak "yes", which made the alpha smirks in satisfaction. The alpha leans into his ear as he whispers sultry.

My name's Jung jaehyun, baby~.

And boy did it make y/n squirms in his seat. His face flushed so hard it could be compared to a ripe tomato. Jaehyun smirks even more as he pats the Omega's shoulder.

I'll see you later at the cafeteria baby.

Once y/n hears the door shut behind him, he summons a concealment aura around him before screaming his lungs out.

"did he just got asked out by a hot guy? It feels like a dream come true."

He was smiling so happily as he imagines the alpha dreamy looks. He eventually snaps out of it and heads for the cafeteria.

When he reaches the cafeteria, he is even more awestruck. The whole cafeteria is divided to suit each person's personal taste on places they want to eat and the food there is absolutely divine. There are so many options to choose from though, y/n is at a lost on what he should eat.

Eventually, he decides to eat webfoot octopus with a side of iced milk tea. He has always enjoyed milk tea, to him it's like a special drink that will always make him relax.

Soon a boy is walking towards his table with a tray of his food.

Enjoy your food

He nods and quickly dig in.

Hey baby~

Y/n freezes, there's only one person with that voice.

Y/n: jaehyun? Is it you?

Jaehyun chuckles and sits down in the same table as y/n. They started talking about each other, from likes and dislikes to preferences.

One point during their talk, he could feel someone staring him down. He looks around him carefully, to see a lot of omegas staring him down. There were also alphas staring jaehyun down for being next to him.

He smirks as he looks at jaehyun, signalling him to come closer with his finger. Jaehyun lean in while chuckling.

I'm gonna make these omega and alpha drop their jaws, do you wanna help me?

And what are you gonna do baby?

Y/n pulls jaehyun closer to him before locking their lips together. Jaehyun, not even surprised immediately follow up by pushing his tongue into the other's mouth.

All the omegas and alphas watch them make out as some scream in anger while most are turned on.

They pulled away with saliva connecting their lips. They smirks at each other as y/n eyes turns purple yet again. Jaehyun notices this but doesn't act on it because he doesn't want the omega to be uncomfortable. He does think about others.

I'll see you later baby

The bell rings signaling the end of lunch break as most students grumble on their way to extra lessons. Y/n however don't have an extra class to participate in though. He did see a few request into certain classes but he's just not interested.

He decided to call it a day today by checking into his dorm room early. He goes into the alpha dormitory and scans his key card on the elevator. *Ding*

The elevator opens. He walks towards the dorm rooms counting them down while looking for his number.

500? Ah this must be it!

He uses his key to open the door. It went in!

He opens the door to a welcoming vibe as he drags his bag into the room and sit on the sofa in the living room. He decided to unpack early so he could get it done much faster and don't have to deal with it later.

Y/n takes a quick shower to relieve his stress and apply his favourite powder. This magical beauty product was always capable of making anybody the fairest by just a few pats on the face.

He looks at himself in the mirror, admiring his appearance.

I look so cute

He puts his make up product back in its place before he goes back into school for the last lesson.

Fighting.

When he arrived at the battlefield location, most of the students there has already fought. People noticed that he was here, some catcalled him because of black kimono he's wearing. It had a unique design of many Sakura flowers and burning spirits. The teacher approach him.

Hello y/n. Would you like to fight someone too?

He look around to find an alpha who is mocking everyone he fought.

Hah! You are so weak! Why did you even come to this academy, you bugs? Haha.

Y/n smirks as he found his target for the day.

I wanna fight him teacher!

Oh really? He is a bit strong tho, please be careful.

Y/n chuckles as he steps onto the stage. Once he was on the stage, he levitates off the ground and sits in the air in a meditating position.

(sth like this)

The alpha who he chose, smirks as he steps onto the stage as well.

Well well well, looks like another person have decided to challenge me. I have thought it would be a beta or an alpha, but it's a just an omega slut.

Most of the people in the battlefield feel disgusted as the alpha keeps talking about how useless omega is to society, only viable as a breeding tool for the whole society to use.

Y/n did not react at all, he just levitates there in the same position. The alpha slowly starts to get angry.

Oy, bitch! The hell are you ignoring me for?

Y/n didn't reply

You f***ing useless slut! Answer me!

Y/n didn't reply. The alpha got so angry that he goes in to hit y/n hard with his fist, until it collided with something in front of y/n's body that made a sickening crack to his hand.

Ahhhhhhh! My hand!

Y/n opens his eyes, his eyes were purple and he slowly drops onto the floor, walking slowly towards the alpha who tries to crawl back in fear.

How dare you insult the nature of my kind? Just because your kind is of higher stature, doesn't mean you can make fun of my people. The omegas...

People watch in fascination as y/n drags out a sword from the middle of his chest through his kimono as a glowing purple aura surrounds he stage.

SHALL SHINE ETERNAL!

He slashes with that sword as the alpha stops screaming. He sheaths the sword as the alpha lets out a large painful wail before collapsing.

He goes off the stage before going back to his dorm room not bothering to talk or look at anyone right now.

He unlocks his door and try to go in before someone grabs his arm. He pulls his arm away from the person before turning around with the deadliest glare ever. Jaehyun was scared shitless because of y/n. Once the omega see him tho, he softens a bit before pulling him in his room.

I'm sorry. I'm just mad.

Jaehyun only hugs y/n as he hugs him back.

Through a couple of days in the academy, y/n was a popular student among campus. He was the "his excellency the almighty Narukami ogosho god of thunder."

He has deepened his relationship with jaehyun and even met some of his fellow friends. He found himself getting along with taeyong the most, who was like a parent to him.

Things were going smoothly for y/n until that day

Y/n wakes up to the harsh feeling of nausea and headache. His dick was brushing against his shorts as he sighs at the uncomfortable feeling. He already knows what this means. His heat has just arrived. He groans as he just takes off his shorts and plays with his hole, moaning at the feeling of emptyness.

His mind keeps wandering to jaehyun and his well built body, packed with muscles and a six packs. He subconsciously licks his lips and his fingers goes in and out of his hole more aggressively. He moans out loud as he climaxes.

He breathes in and out, tired but his erection is still hard. He groans.

This is going to be a long day.

Jaehyun wanted to go see y/n, hearing that he was absent today in class because he was sick. In his hand was a box of hot soup. He knocks on the door of y/n dorm room

Y/n I'm coming in!

He lets himself inside the house as he immediately freezes and the box of soup fell onto the floor. Y/n was there, stretching himself with his fingers yet again as he moans lewdly.

Jaehyun wants nothing more than to fuck y/n at this moment, but he controlled himself. Y/n however pulls the alpha towards him as he looks at him with a lustful gaze. He flicks his fingers and they were teleported into y/n's bedroom.

Alpha! You're finally here.... I've been waiting for so long for you to show up. My fingers aren't enough to satisfy my heat at all. I only crave for more and more.

His fingers slithered around jaehyun's uniform as he swiftly dispose of them with his magic, quickly leaving jaehyun in his boxer. The omega mouth waters at the large bulge the alpha is carrying. He pulls it off and was slapped in the face with his cock.

IT'S SO LONG VEINY AND THICK.

Y/n knew that jaehyun was packing, but not to this extent. His purple glitters as he wasted no time and suck off the cock in front of him.

Jaehyun grunts as he feel the hot mouth of the omega sucking him off. It feels so good. He looks down at y/n who was busy savoring his cock like a starved man, filthy slurping sounds were heard all over the room. He sees how the omega took his long and thick veiny cock like a champ.

Y/n felt jaehyun dick throbs inside his mouth and begins working on it faster, determined to make him cum. Jaehyun groans in arousal.

Fuck! Baby, that feels so good. I-i'm gonna-

Jaehyun didn't even get to finish as he finally cums inside y/n's mouth. Floods of potent alpha cum is continuously being released into y/n's awaiting mouth, who slurps and drinks it all up.

Hah..... Hah...... Hah.....

Y/n takes jaehyun's cock out of his mouth while leaning his tongue out to collect any leftover cum. Jaehyun moans as his cock returns into its former condition only even bigger than before.

He quickly uses 3 of his fingers to play with the Omega's hole. Y/n moans out loud at the sudden intrusion of such thick fingers.

I'm gonna get your hole ready for my cock baby. Gonna breed you full of my pups *groans*.

Jaehyun whispers these words so hotly in y/n's ear that he immediately cums. His white semen covering his and jaehyun's body. Soon jaehyun removes his fingers and y/n knows what coming up next.

Jaehyun lines up his cock with y/n's hole, before pushes his cock in with one big thrust. Y/n moans loudly at the intrusion while jaehyun moans as well.

F-fuck baby, you're so tight. You're gripping so hard onto my cock.

J-jaehyun, f-fuck m-e. fill my hole with your pups. Breed me with your know, please alpha. I beg you~.

Jaehyun lost his sense of control and immediately rams into y/n's hole mercilessly as y/n just moans lewdly with his tongue out. They were both loss in the pleasure.

Jaehyun switches their position as he holds y/n against his chest and holds y/n's head. He kisses y/n as he continuously rams into the tight hole.

A-alpha~ look how good your cock is fucking me.

Jaehyun moans when he sees y/n's stomach and it only urges him to fuck him even harder and deeper. Everytime he rams into y/n's hole, it creates a noticable bulge inside the Omega's stomach fueling the two desires to mate.

Your ass feels so good around my cock. I'm gonna cum!

M-me too.

They both kissed as they chase their climax.

They both moaned into each other's mouth as they climax, jaehyun knots into y/n's hole as he pumps gallons of cum into y/n's tight clenching hole. The omega also came.

They both pants, out of breath as they recover from their sex. They miss each other sweetly before pulling away. They look at each other in the eye and smile.

I love you y/n l/n. I have fell for you for a while.

I love you too Jung jaehyun.

They look down at y/n's stomach that has a considerable bulge because of the amount of cum that jaehyun is dumping in him.

Heh how much cum do you have?

It's all for you my love.

Y/n blushes. Even in times like these, jaehyun never fails to make him blush.

After a while, jaehyun's knot shrink down and he pulls out of y/n's hole as the omega whimpers from the lost of being filled. Cum did not fall out of the omega though because y/n uses his magic to keep it all in him.

You really want my baby huh?

Of course, you're my alpha after all.

They lay down on the bed that is now cleaned thanks to y/n's magic. Jaehyun embrace his lover as he leans in close.

I love you my not so innocent omega.

*chuckles* I love you too my hot alpha.

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Part 9: The Frat Boy Pt1

Starring: Jung Jaehyun

Summary: Jaehyun loved escaping from his rich life and enjoyed letting loose. His girlfriend was wild and known for trouble. The two of them did what they wanted, when they wanted. He partied into all hours from the night to the morning. He may not have been the best boyfriend but he loved his girlfriend. However, when they start to get older they realize the conversation for them has changed. Her father proposes the idea of marriage. She disagrees and fights against the idea, but the choice is not hers to make. Jaehyun wants to marry her. He was her first love and he wishes to keep her by his side. However, their disagreements create a divide in their relationship he breaks her trust. Now ignoring the rumors surrounding her plans to take down his friends he willingly goes to speak with her without even realizing it's another one of her wicked tricks.

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of being filmed without consent, Smut (Fingering), Drinking and Cheating.

MINORS DO NOT READ

This is a long one.

Words: 13k

Enjoy :)

You are late,” you said to Jaehyun who had finally arrived at the coffee shop. His chest heaved up and down, his cheek flushed and the tips of his ears red. He stared down at you. The tea before you is hot, smoking rising from the up. The sunglasses over your eyes concealed the excitement and fear in your iris.

He held up a letter in his hands motioning it to you.

“I know everything,” he said letting out an exhausted breath.

“He knows too,” he said with a smirk.

"I'm not even surprised you told him," you said as you sipped your tea. You placed it back down with a small shrug. "Then again when could I ever trust you?"

———

Early that week, five days before Johnny.

“Four tickets as promised,” Wendy said to Miyeon. The two stood outside Wendy’s car parked a few blocks away from the dorms. You sat inside shades concealing your face. You briefly looked at the interaction between the two. Miyeon a curiosity led her to look your way, only for you to move your head.

Wendy came back into her view handing her the beige envelope. Miyeon smiled going to take the package but Wendy pulled her hand away. Miyeon scoffed but Wendy pursed her lips.

“Proof first,” she said holding the envelope in her hand tightly her arms crossed over her chest. Miyeon annoyed sighed as she dug into her pink purse for her phone. She showed it to Wendy and Wendy took out her phone to take pictures of the messages. There in the text was proof she had dumped Jaehyun.

“If it makes a difference I blocked him,” she said. Wendy looked up at her. She eyed her with a shake of her head. “You’ve got a trip and money, and you’re asking for more?” She asked. Miyeon shifted uncomfortably looking away from Wendy. Wendy scoffed out a chuckle swiping through the messages and taking more photos. Miyeon’s leg bounced as she waited.

Once she was done she handed the phone back to Miyeon. “Delete those,” she said. Miyeon nodded putting her phone away. Wendy placed her phone away too, avoiding a few gazes from people who passed by. She handed Miyeon the envelope She held it in her hands opening it and checking the tickets were in there. With a satisfied smile, she closed the envelope.

“We’re done here,” she said as she walked away and back to the car. Wendy watched as Miyeon walked off and back to the dorm. The two of you waited for another hour, watching in the black car as Miyeon and her friends walked out with suitcases and purses. They were all laughing and smiling, excited about their trip. A car soon pulled up taking them away to the airport. Once it drove off Wendy took off back to your place.

“We need to move quickly. Jaehyun may have his moments but he’s not stupid. Johnny will eventually start whispering in his ear,” you said pacing around your living room. Everyone including Ten sat on your couch, Ten and Jisung sitting the farthest apart.

“How much time do we have?” Jungwoo asked. You shrugged followed by Wendy. The room fell silent for a moment before Jungwoo spoke again. “How about approaching him like Haechan? Or Mark?” He asked. You shook your head, Jisung as well.

“It’s different Jaehyun is the only one there who genuinely likes Y/n. Or at least at a certain point, he did. They have history, history he doesn’t let anyone forget,” he said the last part he had rolled his eyes.

“So it needs to be more meaningful?” Wendy asked. You nodded. “Something that would make Jaehyun believe he was receiving a second chance,” you said as you tapped your chin. You continued to walk back in forth forcing your brain to come up with some sort of idea.

“Is there something you used to say or do together?” Jisung asked you. You paused for a moment thinking. You went to speak but were cut off.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Asked Ten who sat alone on the couch. He eyed Jisung motioning his hand to you as he sat up. Jisung eyed him gritting his teeth. He really did not want to have another fight not when time was of the essence but Ten was proving that to be difficult. “Ten stop,” you said eyeing him. You crossed your arms over your chest. “Now is not the time,” you said looking away and walking to your kitchen. You were starting to get thirsty.

“Oh really?” He asked watching you always away. “Then when will it be? Huh?” He asked sounding much more upset than before. “When we can act like I’m not in love with you anymore? When you don’t talk to me in the next six months and then after time is up we can act like things never happened?” He yelled.

You slammed your cup of water on the counter placing a hand on your hip. “Ten that has absolutely nothing to do with what we’re discussing right now,” you said annoyed. You let out a frustrated sigh.

“I mean honestly can you think of anyone else but yourself right now? This is important to me and-“

“And what I’m messing it up?” He asked a scoff leaving his lips. “What? I mean you can’t be serious,” he said. Jisung moved closer to your side. Ten scoffed again shaking his head in disbelief, a smile forming on his lips.

“I knew from the beginning I thought this was a bad idea. But I had hope for you, seeing you made it so far. But do you honestly believe Jaehyun will want anything to do with you after that video?” He asked.

“He doesn’t have the video. Yuta gave me the copy,” you responded.

“Yeah?” He said raising a brow. “And how well can you trust Yuta? How well can you trust Johnny? Are you sure they weren’t lying to you?” He asked anger in his voice.

“Doyoung wouldn’t be that stupid,” you spat back.

“Oh really? So since we trust one of them to take them down Winwin, we have to trust all of them?” He asked. You remained silent seeing that arguing back got you nowhere.

“Or is this no longer about Winwin?” He said. Jisung confused looked in your direction.

“What does he mean?” He asked you.

“Ten stop being an ass,” said Wendy. He ignored her speaking anyway.

“It means that Winwin was only an excuse to get her to where she truly needed to be. He was the last straw,” he responded to Jisung but only spoke in your direction. “Her father didn’t want her to have the company not unless she was married. They all knew that and all took their bets. They fucked with her life and she needed a way in to fuck work theirs. Winwin was her final straw and you,” he said looking at Jisung.

“You were her ticket in,” he said with a satisfied smile.

“She’s been playing you the whole time,” he said taking your glass of water off the table and bringing it to his lips for a sip. Jisung stunned and hurt turned to you hot tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.

“Is this true?” He asked. “Have you just been using me?” He continued.

You sighed. You didn’t even turn to Jisung. You kept your focus on Ten.

“It’s time for you to go,” you said to him. “My maid was just showing you out,” you said watching as your maid appeared at his side. He placed the glass down. “I’ve overstayed my welcome anyway,” he said looking between the two of you.

“Unfuckingbelieveable,” said Wendy who flopped onto the couch. She shut her eyes for a moment. You walked over to Wendy.

“If you don’t mind I need a moment alone with Jisung,” you quietly said to her. She opened her eyes nodding. She stood up “Of course,” she said. You pulled a pass out of your pocket. “Take it to the spa. We may be a while,” you said with a smile. She smiled back taking the pass from your hands and heading to your front door.

You ushered your staff away and they fled as you made your way back to Jisung who still stood at the counter, shocked.

“Y/n-“

“Look I need you to understand that Ten is on a whole new level of asshole. He’s gone completely mad-“

“Is it true?” He asked hurt in his voice. You looked up at him and then away. You nodded your head slight fingers resting on your chin. “Yes and no,” you said with an awkward smile. “In the beginning, I barely knew you, and I used you. But after becoming your friend no. I don’t view you as anything more or less than a friend,” you said feeling a slight sting in your chest at the word “friend”

He nodded wiping a few tears away. “I can’t believe I’m crying,” he said with a sad smile. You gazed up at him. “Why?” You asked. He shook his head.

“If I share all my feelings for you. I won’t be able to help you,” he said. You nodded sitting back at the counter. “Fair enough,” you said watching as he sat beside you.

“So back to Jaehyun,” you said. Jisung wiped a final tear stain away cleaning his throat. “Yes. From what I’ve overheard he’s still head over heels for you,” he said causing you to scoff. You rolled your eyes.

“The nerve,” you said with a shake of your head.

Jisung curious sat back in his chair. “What did Jaehyun ever do to you to make you dislike him so much? I’m sure it’s gotta be something bad if you saved him for the end,” he said with a half smile waiting for your story.

You sighed arms crossing over your chest. “It’s simple really, he cheated on me,” you said with a wave of your hand. “That’s it? I thought, knowing you, it would be crazier,” He commented.

“He cheated on me with our English Professor our first year of college,” you said. “Me, Him, and Johnny are the only ones who know. Of course, now you know as well,” you said. Jisung with wide eyes tilted his head. He clapped his hands pointing in your direction.

“I remember Jaehyun telling us about studying with his professor. We all thought it was a little weird since he only seemed to care about Basketball, partying, and you. But I never would have thought he would have cheated,” he said with a shake of his head.

“Neither did I. But I guess the stress of his father and mine got to him, so he claims,” you said.

"Your father?” He asked. You nodded. “My father liked Jaehyun a lot. He wanted him to marry me and take over. I wasn’t and I’m still not ready for marriage. Jaehyun was willing to marry me but when I said no he didn’t argue. Our parents did though and it caused a bunch of fights and ripped us apart. Soon he cheated and I broke up with him” you said.

You two paused for a moment before you spoke again.

“I think I kept Jaehyun for the end not only because he would cause a lot of damage being that they all worship him and Johnny. But partly because I wasn’t ready to face what happened,” you confessed. Jisung nodded along listening to you.

“When I found out I had to pull it out of Jaehyun. At first, when I saw the message on his phone I assumed it was a girl in his class or a girl he met at a party,” you said gently shaking your head. Your eyes barely meet Jisung’s. “I saw the text and confronted him,” you said.

“What did it say? If you don’t don’t,” he said.

You sighed. “Come over she misses you,” you said annoyance in your tone. Your hand fell on the table with a scoff. “I opened his phone and checked through every message. It had been going on for three months. I looked for anything that would give me her name, anything. Until I saw, out of all their pictures,” you shivered grossly.

“A picture of her face. That’s when I recognized my English professor sending my boyfriend a half-naked selfie in her bedroom,” you said letting out a sigh. You shook your head tongue poking the inside of your mouth. A servant who had remained in the room appeared holding a bottle of liquor. He poured you a glass. He offered one to Jisung as well, and he accepted. When he poured the two glasses he left the bottle. You both thanked and the two of you cheered before you each took a sip.

“What did you do when you found out?” Jisung asked placing his glass back down. You scoffed out a smirk at the memory. “What did I do?” You said in the form of a question. You chuckled lightly.

“I had checked his phone while he was in the shower. So I opened the bathroom door and dragged him out of the shower. I threw his phone at him and didn’t bother to let him explain. He was so confused until he picked up his phone,” you said shaking your head and letting the glass dance in your fingers. You placed it back down your front facing the counter and arms crossed over your chest.

“He got dressed and begged for my forgiveness. I said it’d be the last time he made me look stupid,” you said the last part dropping your smile completely.

“When was the first?” He asked. “When he proposed in front of our families,” you said pausing for a moment.

“Something you have to understand Jisung,” you said turning to him. “Some of these boys I’ve known for a good part of my life. They come from rich and powerful families. They just want to be where mine is at, that’s all. They think I’m some sort of prize to be won. It’s made them obsessed with the idea of me. It’s disgusting,” you spat sipping your drink.

“It’s disrespectful,” he said. You raised your glass to that.

“We should probably get back to the plan. Jaehyun will take me back but not without questions,” you said. Jisung tapped his finger on his chin. “You can try giving him a second chance. Make him think you’ve believed he’s changed and that you’ve forgiven him,” he said. You nodded in return before you spoke.

“That’s good. If he thinks I not only still have feelings for him but have taken the time away from him to forgive and forget then it will work,” you said. You lightly pushed Jisung’s shoulder.

“You are a genius. Kiss your brain,” you said with a smile. Jisung smiled only shaking his head in return with a smug shrug.

———-

It can't be that hard to talk to Jaehyun right?

Wrong.

It was easy when Jaehyun came to you. You’d ignore him or insult him.

But that was him coming up to you.

Going to him would give him some sort of hope.

And you were still nervous to talk about what happened.

What if you hear you did something wrong?

What if deep down you did?

No. This is just you overthinking. It’s just Jaehyun.

You let out a breath. You stood beside a trophy cabinet just outside the hockey team's locker rooms. It was right across the basketball team's lockers. You watched closely waiting for Jaehyun to emerge just after practice. As you waited you saw when Si Cheng left the hockey locker room. You rolled your eyes watching as he and Mark left together.

Mark briefly looked in your direction. When he saw you he stopped letting Si Cheng walk off alone. He came over to you uninvited. You huffed when he reached you.

“What?” You asked. His eyes widened for a moment but then fell. “What did I do?” He asked. You scoffed. “I know what you and Doyoung did,” you said. He felt his heart drop. His eyes were wide and breathing unsteadily. You annoyingly rolled your eyes. “Oh relax I’m not doing anything right now. I’m not here for you,” you said. Mark felt slightly more calm although your “right now” did not go unnoticed. He calmed for a moment.

“Who are you here for? Taeyong? He won’t be here-“

“Ew no. I’m here for Jaehyun,” you responded.

Mark surprisingly looked at you. “Jaehyun?” He asked slight raise in his brow. You eyed him up and down. “Yes,” you said back. “Problem?” You asked looking back at the locker room. Mark shook his head. “No, but he has a girl-“

“Girlfriend? I already took care of that,” you said back rather quickly. Mark at a loss for words shakes off the tension. “Well then I’m sure if you walk right up to him things will work out well,” he said.

“You think so?” You asked. “You won’t know until you try,” he said motioning his hand to Jaehyun who emerged from the locker rooms, finally. You turned away walking towards him.

His back was turned to you, a duffle bag hanging over his shoulder. He was talking to Johnny and Chenle. Johnny hadn’t noticed you but Chenle did. He motioned to Jaehyun with his eyebrows to turn. Jaehyun mid-laugh, confused, turned around. His smile fell when he saw you. Quickly it rose up into a curve.

“Y/n? To what do I owe this pleasure?” He asked turning his whole body to face you. Johnny appeared on his left watching you closely. You looked away from Jaehyun eyeing Johnny. You took Jaehyun’s arm in yours. He let your hand slip through. “Can we talk somewhere private?” You asked eyeing Johnny. Jaehyun looked over at Johnny when he looked back at you, you were already looking at him.

He nodded. “Sure,” he turned from his friends letting you guide him away. You didn’t have to look over your shoulder to feel the glare Johnny was giving you.

The two of you walked down the hallway arm and arm. Everyone around you gasped and gawked. It was the first time in a while the two of you had been spotted together. Once upon a time in this university, you were the couple everyone loved, the couple everyone wanted to be. When you both broke up no one knew why, but they had assumed you had down something wrong. They slowly turned you into the villain. A villain they all loved and hated.

“Here should be good,” you said pointing to a couch by a window. He nodded setting his bag down at his feet. You sat beside him back turned from the large window. Snow fell outside covering the floor completely white. Jaehyun went from looking at your eyes to the snow, then back to you. Remember how much you loved it when it snowed.

“So,” he began.

“So,” you said back awkwardly.

“What did you want to talk about?” He asked his hand falling to rub on his jeans.

You scrunched your lips letting out a sigh. You held eye contact for as long as you could.

“I was talking to Wendy the other day. We were talking about a lot of things that happened in our lives,” you said looking away from him. You played with the hem over your sweater.

“What did you talk about?” He asked eyes still focused on you.

“We talked about life, school, relationships,” you said. You let out a sigh acting as if you were finally biting the bullet. “Then the topic of you came up,” you said looking up at him. He leaned back a little surprised. “Really? How come?” He asked interested in your explanation.

You continued to play with your sweater. A slight shrug as you went to speak. “I thought about everything that happened. What we went through during and after. I’m ready to talk about it. If you want,”

“I do,” he said quickly a hint of desperation in his voice. He sat closer to you, you could smell his fresh scent coming from his body. “I want to talk to you,” he said. “I want to tell you everything even though I know it will hurt. I want you to know what happened Y/n. Because I care about you. I always have,” he said.

You nodded. A part of what he was saying stung a little. Even if you hated from for lying and letting you take the hits for the end of your relationship a part of you deep down wanted this to be real. You had been together since high school. He was your first. You will always love Jaehyun. And he will always love you.

You felt a few years begin to form. You wiped them away with the back of your hand. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” you said. He nodded standing up. He lent out his hand for you to take. You accepted it standing up. He took both his duffle bag and your purse. He walked you to your car. He placed your bag inside and opened your car door.

“I brought my car too. I’ll follow behind,” he said. You nodded settling inside. The moment the door closed you let out a breath. You felt your whole body shaking the moment you spoke to him until you sat in the car with the door closed. Your nerves were on overdrive, you had never been so nervous in your entire life. You let out a breath you didn’t even know were holding. You reached for your water bottle drinking, drowning in the water.

When you finally set the bottle down you exhaled again. You looked up at your mirror seeing Jaehyun strapped on his seat belt. You had to relax. You started your car turning to leave the parking lot. Jaehyun followed behind.

You tried to play some music as you drove the twenty minutes from the university to your apartment. Although if you keep calling your home an apartment Jaehyun might get upset. He always reminded you that a penthouse was no apartment, at least not the kind you used to act like it was.

———

You both sat in your living room. The afternoon shifted into the evening. The snow continued to fall over the city. Both you and Jaehyun sat on your couch, two cups of hot chocolate on the coffee table. Your feet rested beside with fuzzy socks covering them. Jaehyun's body was turned to yours both feet on the floor resting on your fluffy white carpet.

He leaned forward picking up his mug and bringing it to his lips. He hummed at the taste setting it back down. He always enjoyed the way your maid, made hot chocolate.

"I think you should go first," he said after setting his mug down. His pleading hopeful eyes looked into yours. You shook your head.

"No, you go. Mine is shorter," you said. "Save it for the end," you said with a warm smile. He didn't protest and instead rubbed his hands on his jeans again. "Okay," he said letting out a breath.

"Before I cheated I had gotten into a fight with your father," he said.

"About what?" you asked.

"About you, us. He wanted me to marry you," he said. "To take the company," you said. He nodded. You scoffed sitting back. You brought your hand to your forehead shaking your head. "All because I'm a girl," you said. But Jaehyun stared at you confused. Unsure of what you were talking about. He shook his head slightly.

"What do you mean?" he asked. You lifted your head up. "He said that he could never have a woman like me running his company," you quoted. Jaehyun chuckled and now you were confused. "I don't think he meant it the way you took it," he said.

"Then what does he mean?" you asked. His chuckle faded a soft smile on his lips. "It means you are too powerful. He was scared," he said. You raised a brow. You scoffed hand touching your chest.

"Too powerful? How is that even bad?" you asked. He shrugged.

"Maybe he was scared of what you could do. He always talked about how smart you are," he said with a fond smile.

"He did?" you asked. Jaehyun nodded surprised you didn't know.

"All the time. If I didn't know him I thought he was trying to convince me to marry you," he said. Your smile slowly fell. "But he didn't have to right?" you asked. He shook his head. "I knew I wanted to marry you once we graduated high school," he confessed.

You almost believed him. You felt your heart began to swell in your chest. You felt the warmth rise in your cheeks and spread throughout your whole body. You pushed the confessions side remembering why he was here and what he did to you.

"Continue what you were saying before," you said ushering him to speak. He silently took your first hit at him. Nodding off and going back to his story.

"Your father wanted me to try and get you to agree. Agree to marry me but I refused to. I knew it wasn't what you wanted. He disagreed. he said the only way for me to get the company was if I married you," he said.

"But why you? What made you so special to him?" you asked. Jaehyun licked his lips and swallowed feeling a burn in his throat. He leaned down grabbing the hot chocolate drinking almost half the mug. Confused you watched as he sat it back down really anticipating his answer if it made him react this way.

"Sorry," he said wiping his mouth. "Anyways, you can't get upset," he said. You laughed, "Upset? Now you have to tell me," you said. But he didn't laugh back. His eyebrows furrowed together nervously. Your laughter died down and instead, you wore a smile. He shifted in his seat rubbing his hands on his jeans again.

"Jaehyun tell me," you said dropping your smile. You shifted closer nudging his shoulder. He sighed looking away from you again with a small shake in his head as he tried to say the words out loud. He decided to just bite the bullet after you asked him again. What can your father do to him now? You are not together anymore.

"He arranged for you to marry Johnny instead. He said if I didn't hurry up and marry you then he'd give everything to him. I knew it was a terrible idea and you would hate him forever if he did that to you, I'd hate him too. I'd also hate myself for letting you go. Even though I did that anyway," he said the last part low his head bowing in disappointment.

Shocking wouldn't be enough to describe how you felt. You felt your heart stop and your brain hurt. Everything was being puzzled together in your brain. The more you thought about it the more your mind became clear. Your head began to pound from all the heavy thinking and conclusions you were coming to.

Jaehyun could see it all over your face. He could see the confusion and the realization at once. The hurt and the pain that formed in your eyes and the disappointment that appeared as well. He frowned wanting to take that away from you. Wanting to relieve the pain in your head and heart after hearing your father was going to betray you then. Jaehyun didn't know the lengths of your pain. He had no idea your father was betraying you now too.

You looked around your living snapping out of your thoughts. You rushed up onto your feet heading for your purse. You stood up too quickly hitting the coffee table and slipping your hot chocolate. Jaehyun quickly picked up the mug but the servants ushered him away cleaning the mess instead.

"Y/n!" he called to you. You were slipping on your boots. Still dressed in this afternoon's clothes you rushed to put on your coat. "Y/n where are you going?" he asked seeing you zip up your jacket. You didn't respond just continued getting ready to go. Jaehyun wasted no time putting on his coat as well. You looked over to your maid.

"Get the car ready. Tell the chauffeur to meet me outside. Let him know I'm going to NCIT Tech" you said. She nodded running off the phone in her hand. Jaehun still confused followed you out.

"Y/n tell me what's going on? I thought you wanted to talk," he said. You huffed stepping into the elevator. "I need to see my father," you said tapping your foot quickly on the ground. "Now?" he asked surprised. You turned your head eyeing him.

"If your mother tried to marry you off to the person you hate. You'd want answers too," you said. Jaehyun didn't argue back.

"Can we at least talk in the car?" he asked. The chauffeur waited outside the car but Jaehyun opened the door for you. The chauffeur stood back and walked over to sit in the driver's seat instead. Jaehyun sat beside you. Once both car doors closed you nodded.

"It's about a thirty-minute drive, explain," you said.

The chauffeur started the car leaving the penthouse and down the busy street.

"Explain where you left off," you said. Jaehyun nodded exhaling cool air leaving his lips. "I argued against it. He eventually came around saying if I left then you would find someone else to be with and hopefully marry them instead," he said. You nodded listening to him.

"I didn't want to do that either. I tried once but I couldn't go through with it," he said. "When?" you asked. "The beginning of summer before we went to France," he confessed. You widened your eyes.

"You were gonna dump me before France?" you asked. He shook his head. "I tried to but couldn't," he said. You huffed rolling your eyes.

"I would have taken that over what you actually did," you said. Jaehyun felt the sting in his chest. But now he had the time to confess everything to you. He wouldn't mess this up, he couldn't. he couldn't risk losing you again.

"You know if losing me hurt so bad why did you cheat?" you asked.

He sighed. "I can't come up with an excuse because there are none. I got close to our professor as I purposely drifted away from you. I thought if I disant myself you'd leave me," he confessed. You scoffed.

"So what I'd be the bad guy? If I broke up with you so many people outside of school would hate me, more than already do. You would have given them an even bigger reason to hate me. They'd talk about how "I left such a good man," you shook your head. The sides of your fingers brush over your lips.

"They would never believe me. Only you," you said becoming frustrated with just the idea of what would happen to you. Your world was not too different from the rest of the world. Women achieving or accomplishing anything would always be asked if they had the help of a man to reach this level of success.

Your father was a very intelligent man who knew how this world worked. He knew even though he held the power to control everything and everyone that the society you were a part of would never let you breathe if they knew, his only child, his daughter had the company.

You had already heard at dinner parties and charity events you attended. "I'm sure she will marry someone who will be perfectly suited for the company,"

"Surely you aren't letting Y/n take over. She is too emotional. The company would fail,"

Your whole life you heard these things. How imperfect you are for business. People loved gossiping about you. They loved the stories they heard, they all loved to hate you. Every member of the upper-class society's children attended the university they went to. Sure some were there on scholarships, but they meant nothing to the students who attended school on their parent's money. You went to high school with most of these people. There was escaping the image they had created for you.

So you gave them stories to tell.

You were the girl who drank and partied. You went to clubs in the city as an underage girl hanging out with a group of girls who deep down hated you because they envied you. People wanted nothing to do with you. Which is why your father needed you to marry. Marriage would be seen as you become humble. Becoming a better person and a better fit in society. But you refused which is why Jaehyun was pushed away so far.

But when gossip broke out that you were on the market it became impossible to date again. Every man wanted the future they could have with you, some even becoming obsessed with the idea that they believed they loved you. It's why men sniffed your underwear or stole your perfume to lie to their friends about sleeping with you.

You were the ticket to a wealthy and successful life. A life their parents would be proud of. A man their fathers respected.

Jaehyun was just like the rest of them. He was kind, yes, but it doesn't take away from the fact he lied and betrayed you. He made you believe he cared about you and the future you two had together. You even thought to yourself that one day you could, when you were ready, marry this man.

That he was the love of your life. He was the only man you ever loved out of all the boyfriends you've ever had. Jaehyun was your first, and from what you had always believed, he'd be your last.

He nodded, "I know. That's why I left my phone unlocked. I wanted you to find it and read the texts. See my faults so I couldn't deny them," he said desperately trying to make you understand. Your head was turned away from his but his entire body was facing you.

He silently begged for you to look at him. His eyes pleading wish you'd believe him and trust that your only feeling towards him was anger. He could take you being angry and upset with him. He would even rather you hate him than be disappointed in him.

You let out a shaky breath. You fiddled with the hem of your sweater. You knew there was only one way to break his heart. Destroy him into pieces. One thing you could not deny was that Jaehyun was in love with you. Even if he messed up. Even if he left you heartbroken standing in your bedroom cold and full of tears. You knew there was denying his love for you.

And sleeping with him was not the way to hurt him.

You turned your head only slightly. Now was too soon. Jaehyun would prove to be useful in the upcoming days. You knew you needed Jaehyun on your side and you knew exactly how to do it.

"Jaehyun I need to tell you something," you said a shudder in your voice. Jaehyun nods scouting closer to you. "Anything," he said breathlessly. You felt tears rolling down your cheek. Why were you crying? It was supposed to be easy. Jaehyun was supposed to be the easiest one. So why? Why did it hurt so much to speak to him, to even look at him? Why did it crush you deep in your heart? After all, he betrayed you.

He lied to you that night you discovered his text whether you were meant to or not. You found them dragged him out of the bathroom and threw his phone at him. You remember every detail of that night. You remember seeing his phone light up. You remember getting an awful feeling in your stomach, a feeling Jaehyun had never given you before. Your gut was screaming at you to check his phone. Your brain agrees.

But you were secure in your relationship. Jaehyun unlike a few ex's in your life had never made you feel insecure. He made you feel confident and beautiful, smart and appreciated. Watching snow fall outside reminded you of Jaehyun because of the Christmas you spent together outside of the party his mother hosted building snowmen in the park fully dressed in suits and gowns. The same man whose ears turned bright red the first time he ever saw you during freshman year of high school.

Jaehyun the man who loved you gave you the worst feeling in the dippest pit of your stomach. You check his phone and remember your shakey hand reaching to cover your mouth. The way the texts became blurry because tears clouded your vision. The pain you felt in your chest and stomach once the phone dropped onto the bed. You remembered the sadness quickly turning into anger.

The bed creaked when you rose. You ran to the bathroom door swinging it open. You pulled back the shower wall breaking the glass from how hard you yanked it open. Jaehyun's face was far from being confused. He was shocked, but it felt like he knew. When you think of it again his face, he knew he got caught without even saying it.

You remember all the anger turning into the rage. Having enough strength to drag him out of the shower. You threw him on the ground. He stood up quickly and you grabbed his phone throwing it at him. You cried as you spoke, and yelled. Your face was hot and burning with tears. You cursed at him as he rose to his feet a hunch in his back. A hunch of shame and self-disappointment.

You wasted no time in kicking him out. Only allowing him to leave with the clothes he put on and his phone. Everything else you had donated or destroyed, and he did not stop you.

If you felt this way about him.

Then how would he feel if he knew you almost fucked Johnny?

But after all this time. Even being who you were before Jaehyun and after, why was this still the hardest thing to do?

Was it because you loved him too? Or deep down you knew this could ruin everything. The only way to find out is to tell him.

"When I broke up with you I was angry. I wanted to find a way to hurt you, the way you hurt me. So I went to a party at the Frat. I was sad and drinking, I found myself outside just looking at the lights from the buildings," you paused for a moment. "Then Johnny came out. Johnny and I never get along, ever. But this night it felt like he heard me. It felt like he saw what I was going through, and instead of using it against me. He talked to me, gave me advice and a choice," you said.

Jaehyun raised a brow. "Choice?" he asked. You licked your lips sitting up a little more. "I should have known then it was for his own selfish needs," you said with a shake of your head. "It's crazy, it's hard to say. This whole time I've been trying to keep you forming finding out. Yet here I am telling you," you said with a small smile.

"Tell me what?" he asked.

"Johnny suggested we'd have sex. That he'd let you overhear him bragging about it. I agreed knowing it would hurt you. We didn't make it very far before I noticed the camera they'd hidden," you said.

"They?" Jaehyun asked clenching his jaw. You looked down seeing his hands ball up into a fist. His knuckles turn red. He let out a huff as he pictured everything in his mind he'd do to Johnny. "Mark and Doyoung set up the camera," you confessed. Jaehyun nearly almost lost it. He only composed himself because he was with you.

He saw red. His eyes looked everywhere else but yours. He wanted to kill him, them. All of them for hurting you.

"Is that what they were talking about when Johnny said he had a surprise for us?" he asked putting every piece together. "It was around the time we were trying again. I saw you dancing with another girl and it set every feeling I had off," you confessed.

Jaehyun scoffed covering his mouth and legs shaking. He shook his head in disbelief. "Driver," he said. He peered his head over his shoulder. "Stop the car," he said. You felt your heart skip a beat and pinch in your stomach. You were scared he was angry at you. "Jaehyun?" you called feeling when the car stopped on the side of the street. Jaehyun let out a sigh.

He finally looked you in your eyes. "Look I want you to know I'm not angry with you. I'm hurt that you went to Johnny of all people but I'm not angry with you. I understand why you did what you did. I have no reason to hate you for it either. I just need a moment to take care of something," he said taking off his seatbelt. He pushed the car door open stepping out. He looked at you one last time before saying.

"Good luck with your father. I'll see you later," he said then closed the door. The driver started again with only you in the back seat of the car.

You turned away from the seat Jaehyun sat in and faced the back of the driver's seat instead. After some time you turned to the window instead. The driver glanced at you from the mirror above. He reached down and turned on the low radio, then continued his drive. You kept your focus on the buildings and city lights.

You didn't even notice when the driver pulled up into the parking lot of your father's building. Quiet only with your thoughts playing loud in your head. The noise stopped once the car door opened. The driver standing holding your car door open glanced at you again.

"Miss Y/L are you alright?" he asked. You snapped out of your thoughts. You blinked a few times snapping your head to him. You nodded while looking up at him. "Yes I'm fine," you said trying to exit the car but was pulled back by your seatbelt. You shook your head reaching over to undo your seatbelt. Embarrassed you unclipped the seatbelt and then quickly left the car.

You walked into the elevator of the parking lot. Your arms crossed over your chest trying to shake Jaehyun from your mind. If you could only think about Jaehyun how could you confront your father? You tried to think of everything else Jaehyun said. How he was not mad at you and understood your reasoning.

You just had to forget everything and remember why you came here. Your father lied to you about Johnny. He arranged for you to married.

You marched down the lobby the minute the elevator dinged. People stole glances seeing you walk in. Stopping their conversations just to watch you. They wondered why you came here. Why did you look so upset? Are you fighting with your father? They all changed topics and began gossiping about you instead.

"The CEO's daughter is here, look," someone said to a coworker next to them. They turned to look at you with wide eyes. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of you walking down the hall.

"Do you think she's here for business? heard she might get the company," one guy said to another who sat beside him. Both of them watching you. The other shook his head. "No look at her clothes," he said pointing to your outfit. "She's wearing jeans and a sweater. Daddy's money probably ran out and she needs it quick," he joked to his friend the two laughing together.

You ignored what they said and focused on reaching your father. You stepped into another white elevator feeling your body lift as the elevator rose. You watched as it went higher, the numbers increasingly getting bigger until you hit the one-hundredth twenty-seventh floor. Once the elevator dinged you stepped out alone. Everyone else had gotten off between floors fifty-five and sixty.

You entered the lit hallway alone. Your father was modern with his design. The hallways were white and bright. Simple art pieces hanging on the wall that cost millions of dollars. Black statues were placed in a waiting area where a green marble receptionist's desk sat. A few leather couches and a marble coffee table were placed near a grand window overlooking the city. The kind of window that made people look like ants.

There weren't many offices up here. Not even your father's assistant had an office up here. The only office up here was, the co-owner of the company and the much larger office to the back belonging to your father.

Two security men stood outside his office door. They instantly recognized you as you approached the door but still didn't let you pass. You walked up to both of them and they stared you down with stern expressions on their faces. Their biceps flexed under their shirts when they held their arms crossed over their chest. They stood tall over you eyeing your frame.

You looked up at them eyes flicking between both.

"Let me through I need to see my father," you said going to reach the door. They both moved closer to the door blocking the handle. They shook their heads.

"I'm sorry Ms Y/L we can't let you through," one said. He was bald and wore a scar on his bottom lip. Confused you raised a brow your cheek slightly lifting. "Why?" you asked. The other spoke body still facing the front. He only slightly leaned over to talk to you.

"He's in a meeting and wants no interruptions," he said.

"And that includes you," the other said sternly commenting on your habit of bursting into your father's office even if he has a meeting going on. This time the guards being here and not letting you in gave you a bad feeling. Normally they'd let you walk in. But today they were stubborn. It left you with a bad taste in your mouth. You felt like your father was hiding something, hiding something from you.

"Fine," you said with a sigh. You let out a shrug. "I'll just wait," you said walking off and into the small lobby where the receptionist Samantha sat. She sighed seeing you walk back in. She put down her book and picked up her phone dialing a number.

"What happened this time?" she asked. You sighed flopping onto the black leather couch. "He won't let me in," you said staring up at the ceiling. She sighed bringing the phone to her ear. "I'll let him know you're here," she said. She tapped her finger on the desk waiting for your father to respond. You didn't bother getting hopefully. This wasn't the first time you showed up and had to wait to see him. It had been this way your whole life. This why you burst into his meetings, you got tired of waiting. This would not be different.

"Hi yes sir your daughter is here to see you," she said waiting for him to respond. "Are you sure? It seems urgent," she said glancing at your frame hung over the couch pout on your lips as you counted the cracks in the ceiling. "Yeah sure is," she said again. "Five minutes? Okay, I'll let her know," she said with a smile. Your ears perked up and you turned to her.

She dropped her smile and placed the phone back down. "What did he say?" you asked looking in her direction. She sighed opening her book again and flipping through the pages to where she left off. "He said he has a client in there but he'll be ready I'm five minutes," she said. You huffed and turned back to the ceiling. She sighed with a shake of her head placing her book down.

"What's wrong?" she asked annoyed you disturbed her time to read.

"I won't see him in five minutes," you responded. "Yeah?" she raised her brow. "How do you know that?" she asked.

"Because he does this every time," you said fingers dancing on your cheek bored. She sighed shaking her head. She had known you since you were a little girl. You used to come here and run around the long hallways and leave a mess of toys all over the coffee table. She'd watch you while your father worked and your mother was away on a business trip. You always helped put your toys away when it was time to go. She took care of you like you were her own.

She knew you well. She knew you well enough to know that right now you were not being dramatic. Your father's meetings always ran long. She also knows you are not here for money. You never came to see him for money. It was always to just get his attention. But this time it felt different. Your presence was random.

When you showed up abruptly like this it demanded his attention. Usually, it worked too. You would bust right in guards and all. This time you didn't put up a fight. You just sat there quietly, which was also alarming since you always talked her ear off. She couldn't help but ask.

"How come you've come to see your father today?" she asked watching you. You sat up slightly but your feet still hung over the arm of the long couch. Your hands rested on your stomach. "My father has been lying to me about a certain man who I can't seem to get rid of. I just found out he arranged for me to be married to him and the very idea of it makes me sick," you said becoming frustrated the more you said it out loud.

"That's terrible," she said. Samantha normally didn't feel bad for you. You were a spoiled rich girl who lived in a luxury apartment. But there were times when she did, this was one of those times. No matter who you are you should be forced to do anything you don't want to do.

"So what do you plan on telling him when you get into his office?" she asked. You shrugged, "I don't know. I haven't thought of anything yet," you said. You nodded putting her book away. Clearly, this would take more than a short and simple piece of advice to help you.

"Tell me what happened. Then will figure it out," she said. You sat up more facing her. "From the beginning?" you asked. She shook her head rolling her eyes. "No, I want you to tell me everything from the end," she said. You sucked your teeth looking away. You pursed your lips eyeing her.

"Well tell me you nut!" she said from behind her desk. You huffed but cleared your throat and told her everything.

"So I just need two more of them off the list and I'm done for good," you finished saying. Samantha let out a breath. She didn't know just how lengthy your story was going to go.

"And that Jisung boy is helping you?" she asked. You nodded, "Yup," you answered. "And he's friends with him?" she asked to clarify. You nodded again. "Yes," you said.

"And you like him?"

"Yes- hey," you said sitting up more. She chuckled seeing your reaction. "I knew it. You can try and sit here and tell me you had 'feelings' for Jaehyun in that car but we both know at the end of all of this you're gonna try and be with Jisung," she said reading you your rights. You had nothing to say back. The girl who was never quiet was silenced.

"Also," she said snapping her fingers to get your attention. You blinked a few times but came back to reality. She motioned to the door. "That boy you were talking about Johnny. He's in there with your father right now," She said. You almost fell off the couch trying to stand up. Once you stood upright and balanced you made your way to her desk.

"What?" you asked. "Tall, slim, handsome with good style. He walked into that office with your father thirty minutes ago," she said. "How long have I been telling the story?" you asked. She looked up at the clock seeing an hour gone back. Both of you widened your eyes and she clicked a bottom under her desk. Both security guards headed down the hallway. She motioned you to go and you did. You ran past them reaching your father's door. Both men turned to come after you but you opened the office door locking it behind you.

You stumbled in and saw your father with a cup of tea in his hand laughing alongside Johnny. You fixed yourself before their notice. You stepped further in Johnny seeing your first.

"Oh Y/n," he said catching your father's attention. Your father turned around with a smile on his lips. He set his tea down and walked over to you. "What a nice surprise," he said setting his tea down next to your fathers.

You hugged your father. Johnny took your hand in his and kindly placed a kiss on it. He took in the scent of your perfume briefly shutting his eyes before letting you go. You pulled your hand back turning back to your father. "I need to speak with you father," you said to him. Johnny remained in the room. "Alone," you said. Johnny nodded to a man coming up behind him and placed a coat on his back.

"Johnny you don't have to leave," he said with a smile. He turned back to you, "Y/n do not be rude," he said sternly. He turned back to Johnny who shook his head. "No no, it's fine. I've overstayed my welcome," he said motioning his hand. "Are you sure?" your father asked and you gagged. Johnny nodded, "Truly it's fine and besides," he said coat now fully on. "Your daughter is far more important," he said with a smile as he glanced at you.

"We'll catch up later," he said shaking your father's hand. He walked over to you and politely placed a kiss on your cheek just like he always did in front of your father. "See you later Y/n," he said with a wink. You sent him a sarcastic smile watching as he walked out of the room. Once you heard the door click you turned to your father. Your father turning to you as well.

"What is it?" he asked walking to his desk. He sat down behind it and you sat in front of it.

"It's about school-"

"I already paid your tuition-"

"No," you said shaking your head. He sighed placing his hands down on his desk. "Then what is it?" he asked. You let out a sigh looking away from him. "Y/n?" he asked searching for your face. You felt tears form in your eyes. Here you were sitting in front of your father getting ready to tell him what was going on. It was so much harder to tell than Jaehyun. At least you knew Jaehyun had done wrong, he couldn't judge you. You also didn't tell him the entire story. You only spoke of your past.

But you knew it was time. It was time to tell your dad what was going on at school.

"Y/n?" he called again when he heard you sob. He reached over the desk but you moved away. He let his hand fall not reaching out to touch you again since you refused. "Y/n you have to tell me what's going on. I'm worried about you," he said begging for you to speak.

"What do you want? Money?" he asked.

"No. I don't want your money," you spat back. Slightly taken back he felt a pinch in his chest. He sat back in his chair eyes still focused on you. "Then what do you want?" he asked.

You barely looked at him. "For you to listen," you said. He nodded, "I'm all ears," he said.

"Johnny and his friends have been harassing me for years," you confessed. Your father shook his head. "There's no way," he said. You scoffed finally looking up at him. Your rising anger giving you strength. "No way? How are you gonna tell me there's no way when you're a part of that problem?" you asked your face and body quickly becoming hot. He gushed shaking his head. "This is nonsense. This is just you looking for attention again-"

"It's not," you said, begging for him to hear you. "I know about the arranged marriage," you said. He shook his head. "That's not harassment," he fought back. You sat back eyes widening and heart pumping. You felt multiple stings in your chest. "You really don't believe me?" you asked. Your father didn't respond he just sighed. You nodded, "Okay," you said standing up.

You dug into your bag pulling out a flash drive. You held it in front of him. "This is the only one left," you said handing it to him. He didn't bother taking it from your hands. So you placed it on his desk. You also pulled out the crumbled loose-leaf paper from your bag. You threw it onto his desk as well.

"After you watch this because I know you will. Don't come looking to help me. I've already got it covered," you said as you turned your back.

"So why did you come?" he asked looking down at the flash drive.

"Because when everything finally explodes at least you could have said you heard it from me. I'm done wasting my life trying to get your attention," you said back still facing him. You grabbed your purse to leave but your father stopped you flash drive in his hand.

"What is on this?" he asked. You got close to him, "You'll see," you said. You ripped your arm away from him. You began to walk away but you turned around facing him again.

"Also, I don't want your company anymore. You can keep it, moms is better anyways," you said as you walked out. Your father wasn't too stunned. He assumed once again this was just you trying to get his attention. He loved you in his own way, he just didn't have time to show it. He eyed the flash drive and then threw it in the trash.

You left the building stepping outside. Your driver waiting for you standing outside the car rocking side to side from the cold air. Your driver opened the door revealing Jaehyun. You were surprised to see him but sat beside him. What surprised you even more was Jisung sitting beside him.

The driver started the car. "Jaehyun what is going on?" you asked.

"He knows," Jisung said. You turned to him still shocked. Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "What? Jisung you-" you began but Jaehyun cut you off.

"It's okay. I'm not upset," he said. You turned to him. "You not?" you asked you feared getting caught and then him being upset more than anything. He shook his head. "No," he began.

"I want to help," he said as the driver took off to your apartment.

A few short hours later your father sat in his office tapping his fingers on his desk waiting for your call but it never came. He huffed and sighed, constantly checking his watch but he was confronted with nothing. His eyes also every so often glanced at the trash can. It was like an itch he refused to scratch. His leg bounced in his seat. Now he was eyeing the trash can.

With a frustrated huff, he stood up walking to the trash can. He moved a few pieces of paper out of the way and took out the small flash drive.

"It can't be that bad," he said walking back to his computer and pushing it in. He waited for it to start. All he saw was black until someone grabbed the camera. Doyoung held the camera in his hands adjusting it. He could see him place a sweater slightly covering it. But it wasn't fully blocked, you could still see a clear view of the empty bed in the middle of the room.

He felt a weird feeling in his stomach as he continued to watch. He told himself this was where he'd click off but couldn't bring his fingers to do it. Instead, he watched paying more attention as seconds went by.

He heard a voice in the back ask. "Is it set up good?" he heard another chuckle. "Yeah look," it was Doyoung pointing to the camera. Mark's face came into view searching for the camera. He finally found it smiling and nodding off at how well it was hidden.

"Awesome Johnny's gonna be so proud," he said. Doyoung nodded agreeing, "Hurry let's go before they come. Johnny will be pissed if we're here," the two leave the frame opening and then closing the door. From what he can see there's a partying happening inside the house. He could hear the muffled music through the screen.

He waited for a moment for something to happen. He skipped a few seconds and still nothing. He only perked up a little bit when Jaehyun came into view but he came in alone. He looked around the room checking a few draws until he found the weed he was looking for. Soon Jaemin appeared holding the door open and standing outside.

"Did you find it? I won't reimburse you," he joked causing Jaehyun to smile shaking his head. "Nah I left it in here. I found it though," he said closing the draw and leaving the room.

After that, nothing happened. He skipped a few more seconds and was ready to give up until he heard a familiar sound. He picked his head up hearing the sound of your voice.

"In here?" he heard you ask. You were holding onto Johnny's hand. It looked like you were using him to balance. You stumbled in tripping over something and landing on Johnny. You both chuckled and Johnny placed you on the bed next to you.

"Yeah, why not? He'll be pissed," he said leaning down seemingly to kiss you. You paused putting a finger to his lips. You looked him dead in the eyes. "Jaehyun can never know," you said and then began laughing. Johnny chuckled watching you fall back on the bed.

"This bed is so comfy," you said hugging yourself. Johnny chuckled again leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. You kissed back with an open mouth wet drunk kiss. Your father cringed at the sight but didn't look away.

He was angry already about the fact that you were being filmed without knowing but what set him off completely was when he watched Johnny look over after removing his shirt and leaving you completely bare in front of him, He looked into the camera and smiled.

You followed his line of sight seeing the red dot. You instantly got up pushing Johnny away. You quickly got dressed and ran out of the room.

Livid your father ripped the flash drive out jumping out of his seat and to his office door. He ripped it open and his security followed him all the way to his car. He handed the flash drive to one of the security men. "Destroy this and if I find out you watched it I'll kill you," he said. The security confused threw it on the ground and stepped on it crushing it.

"Where are you going?" The driver asked. "Shall I take you home?" he asked seeing your father wearing an emotion he couldn't even explain. A mix of anger and fear is the best he could describe.

"Take me to the Suh residents. I need to speak with his father," he said to his driver.

The driver widens his eyes. "Sir that's all the way in Chicago and you not even packed to attend-"

"I said take me to the Suh residents. What more do I need to explain?" he asked annoyed the driver questioned him. The driver taking the hint turns away starting the car. He let out a sigh taking your father straight to the airport.

"I don't understand. You really did all of this?" Jaehyun asked you. Jisung sat beside him on the island. You stood behind handing them both hot cups of coffee. You placed your mug in front of you. Stirring it with a spoon. You nodded looking up from your cup.

"Yup. This whole time it's what I've been doing. Jisung has been helping me the whole time," you said motioning to Jisung. He nodded turning from you to Jaehyun. "It's true," he said catching Jaehyun's attention.

"Why?" he asked. Jisung sighed. "Since I moved in with you guys you all treated me like I was beneath you. Worst than beneath you. You treat me like I'm not even there and when one of you finally sees me it's just to use me as a punching bag. My problems with you all are far less great than hers, but she proposed a good plan," he confessed. Jaehyun raised a brow.

"She went to you?" he asked. You nodded. "May be a shock to you that I came up with a plan like this but it's true. Everything was my idea," you said.

"Why is it hard to believe?" Jisung asked. "Because in our world," Jaehyun began. "Y/n isn't exactly known for well-thought and executed plans. She's not even known for planning she usually just says and does whatever she pleases. She's always been that way," he said looking Jisung to you.

"It's why I fell in love with her," he said with a small smile. You widened your eyes taken back by his confession. You placed your mug down and scoffed out an awkward smile flipping between both Jisung and Jaehyun. Jisung was just as surprised wide eyes looking at you. You took a few steps back walking from around the counter.

"I just remembered I have some pastries that would go very well with our coffee. Jisung would you like to come with me to get them?" you asked him. He quickly rose to his feet with a nod. He followed beside you as you walked into the large pantry. "Jaehyun feel free to use the TV," you said as you lightly pushed Jisung into the other room.

"Oh my," You said turning and facing a wall of snacks. "I can not believe he just said that," You said with a scoff. You shook your head turning to face Jisung. Jisung stood there eyeing a few cupcakes that sat on a shelf in a white box. You walked over to him seeing he wasn't responding.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

He sighed. "I spoke with Jaehyun while you took a shower and changed," he said. You stepped closer. "What did he say?" you felt yourself becoming nervous by how slow he talked. And at the very idea they talked about you.

"He said that he saw he had a chance with you. That the two of you were talking for a while earlier and he assumed it was because you wanted to try again," he said barely looking at you. He played with the cardboard of the cupcake box. He let out a sigh. "Are you?" he asked.

"Thinking of getting back with him? No. I mean we talked and it went well but no. Not after what he did, I'm not a fool," you said staring at the back of Jisung's head. He let go of the box with a nod.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked seeing him move on to another snack in the pantry. "Yeah," he said picking up a pink box with a sparkly label. "Even if I did get with Jaehyun. Would you care?" you asked.

"Y/n why are you asking me this? I thought I was only your friend like you said before," he said letting out a huff. He placed the pink box down still refusing to turn to you. You shook your head stepping closer to him just inches from his back. You wanted to reach out and touch him but you were scared. Scared he'd push you away.

"Jisung," you called. But he shook his head. "I mean why? I thought once this was over we'd never speak again. You made it clear in the beginning I was nothing but your partner," he said becoming more and more frustrated as he voiced his thoughts.

"Jisung I-"

"Jaehyun is waiting. We have to finish this," he said walking towards the door. He pulled it open to leave but you appeared behind him shutting the door closed. He stopped, his chest rising up and down, his eyes trained on the doorknob. "Why?" he asked restless. You were so close you could smell him. You shut your eyes for a moment. You let out steady breaths.

You felt the jump in your heart. Your eyes shoot open. You grabbed onto his shoulder spinning him around. You reached up grabbing hold of the collar of his sweater. He didn't move his eyes just found yours. His lips parted but he didn't speak. He flashed from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes that were already focused on him.

From this close, he could smell your intoxicating perfume. He recalled only hearing stories. How soft your lips felt. He thought about the time you first asked him to spend the night the day you two became partners. How you almost kissed him then.

He wasn't a fool. He knew then you were just trying to secure him as your number two. Then he thought about the time in your closet. His feelings for you have grown. He thought and still thinks about you every day and night. When you didn't talk to him, it broke his heart.

He couldn't kiss you then when a part of him doubted your trust. But the only thing stopping him now was his fear of getting you caught.

"Y/n we can't-" he tried to say but you shook your head. You pulled him closer to you. "What's stopping us? Who cares if he's outside? He means nothing to me, you do," you said tugging him into you. Your lips meeting his. You pulled him closer to your frame. Fist still holding onto his collar.

Jisung pressed his lips against yours. Relaxing under your touch. He finally gave in. The softness of your lips and the shape formed right with his. It felt like the two of you were made to kiss one another. He hunched over just to reach your lips. His tall frame holding you against him. Slender veiny hands slid and held the back of your neck pulling you closer to him as your tongues battled for dominance.

He felt himself being careful with you. He knew you'd hate him if he treated you like a delicate flower. He let his hands travel, following the outline of your curves and placing his hand on your waist. Gripping onto the flesh and pulling you closer to him he stepped closer to one of the shelves.

He leaned you against it holding onto you. Your hands reached up gripping onto his dark hair. Your legs were lifting off the ground between being pressed against Jisung's large frame and the shelf you lifted your legs up fully, wrapped them around Jisung. He held onto you tightly still feeling up your curves.

He groaned into your lips when he felt you press against him. You could feel through your silk lilac pants Jisung's hardening cock. He could feel right where he was pressed against. Your hands gripped onto his waist pulling him closer to you. Pressing him right onto your clothed pussy. Jisung stumbled knees buckling at the feeling of your warm cunt underneath your pants.

He went to back up at the feeling but you reeled him back. Pulling him against you. He let go of your lips trying to catch his breath. His forehead pressed against your chest rising up and down. You motioned his actions your eyes looking up into his.

"Y/n I want to. I really want to but Jaehyun is right outside," he said letting out another deep breath. You pulled him close to again watching closely at his reaction. His body shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed and his head falling back. His lips parted another groan escaping his lips. You smirked a giggle leaving your lips.

"So let's kick him out," you said with a smile nudging his arm. Your hands slid up and down his frame feeling the muscles in his back and arms. He chuckled nodding his head eyes closing for a brief moment. His head still leaning down looking into your eyes. You leaned up inches away from his pink lips. You could feel his faint breaths on your face.

"Look," you said with a dazed expression, grabbing hold of his hand. You guided it from the grip he still had on your waist bringing it to your lower stomach. You unwrapped your legs from him standing with both feet flat on the ground. You slightly spread your legs apart and Jisung let you guide his hand. He watched intensely as you guided his hand in yours. You brought it to the waistband of your silky pants.

You slipped his hands past the band and let him touch you. He shuddered letting out an earthy groan. He cupped your pussy in his cool hand. His fingers feel around your folds with your control. "I'm not wearing panties," you whispered hovering over his lips. You slowly let go of his hand slipping it from your pants and letting him explore the flaps and outlines of your pussy.

He brought his fingers down to your tight hole. Feeling how warm and wet you were. He coaxed his fingers into your stickiness covering his veiny digits. He brought his fingers to your clit slowly rubbing circles over the bud. You let out a small moan looking into his eyes. Your jaw falls letting more small noises escape your lips. Jisung stomped forward pressing you against the shelf and speeding up his fingers.

He watched closely at your face. Your lips parted and eyebrows that knotted together. How your eyes remained half open. He couldn't help himself. Leaning down and passionately placing his lips on yours. He brother his fingers from your clit and closer to your hole. Teasing your entrance he circled the tight hole. "Jisung please," you begged against his lips. He swiftly slid his finger into your hole pushing in and out. How could he say no to you? He thought.

He slid a second finger into you. Fucking his longer fingers into you. He speeds up his pace. You broke away from his lips head falling back. Jisung held you in place fucking you good and hard with his fingers. He felt your wetness squish around his quick fingers. Your juice slipping out onto the rest of his hand.

"Fuck ji I'm so close," you moaned eyes squeezing shut. His lips parted focused on making you feel so good. All he wanted to do now was please you. "Cum on my fingers," he said through breaths. He quicked his pace biceps flexing. You held onto his arm squeezing onto his skin. You let out an earthy moan not caring if Jaehyun heard from the outside.

Jisung brought his other hand around your neck pulling you into a kiss. He could feel your fingers tighten around him. "Cum baby," his deep voice said against your lips. Your head fell back your cum dripping down his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you. Slipping them out of your pants. He stared down at his glistening fingers. He lifted them to his lips opening his mouth and moaning at the taste of you.

Your legs stumbled once you finally opened your eyes and tried to grab a paper towel. You let out a breathy chuckle followed by Jisung who caught you. He placed you back where you grabbed the paper himself he handed it to you.

"I'd clean you myself but right now I don't think I'd be able to control myself," he confessed with an apologetic smile. You cleaned yourself with a smirk. You threw away the tissue in the trash can nearby. "Yeah? Why is that?" you asked walking up to him. He smiled lips hovering over yours.

"Because if you let me clean you I won't be using a tissue," he said. You felt your cheeks heat up by his words. Never ever would you believe Jisung would speak so dirty to you. You couldn't wipe the smile off your face as you spoke.

"Next time I'll let you clean me," you said. He nodded with a smile matching yours and leaned down placing a gentle kiss on your burning lips.

The two of you walked out only to be confronted with Jaehyun standing right behind the door. His jaw clenched and fist balled. He let out a huff seeing the two of you.

You felt Jisung stiffen up but you didn't flinch.

"I told you I loved you," Jaehyun said dropping his act. A sad expression washed across his face. He shook his head looking down at his fists and letting them fall. He looked back into your eyes.

"What happened?" he asked a crack in his voice.

"What happened?" you asked back raising a brow. "What happened is you thought by telling me you loved me I'd take you back. Forgive you for what you did and what you've done to me and my friends. You hurt me Jaehyun. You broke my heart. And me not talking to you or getting angry at you, that did break your heart," you said with a small shake of your head. Years of frustration bubbling in the pit of your stomach and finally reaching the surface.

"You are my past love and that's what you'll always be. My first," you said. "So not having me isn't what hurts you. It's seeing me with someone else. It's seeing me happy without you," you said grabbing onto Jisung's hand. Jaehyun watched your hand mold into his. Jisung holding onto you. He looked over at you lovingly as you spoke.

"It's knowing I don't need you and never did," you said to him confidently watching as he looked away. "And that," you said looking away from your hand that held Jisung's to Jaehyun's eyes.

"That breaks your heart," you said to him. He frowned whipping his head away. He made his way to your front door walking past a few servants.

"Do you think he'll talk to Johnny?" Jisung asked watching him leave. The two of you walked into your living room. Watching as the door closed.

"I hope he tells him every word," you said with a proud smile on your face. You turned to Jisung.

"All I have left is Taeyong," you said. "Based on the chaos that's happened in that house. He should be easy," he said.

To Be Continued...

I hope you enjoyed this part 9 of my 10-part series. We're so close to the end guys. I really got into writing this part. I think I might even add a part 11 because I'm really enjoying writing the series. I actually kept a scene in that I was not going. It was the scene between Y/n and Jisung but I figured it added to their growing relationship and I know some of you have been asking for some Y/n and Jisung moments so that was my gift to you.

I can't wait to show you guys the ending lol.

See you soon :)

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avianyuh · 3 months

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I'll Call You; Jaehyun (part 2)

~Jaehyun's POV~

parts: 1 2 3?

It had been over a month since that fight between Y/n and I. In the heat of the moment I was mad, but thinking about it now...it was an overreaction.

I had spent the night, for over three years we had been sneaking around. Around last year is when I started openly showing up at her dorm, getting to know her members, friends. Even knew her manager.

The morning of the fight, I had told her that I had to leave, I had a recording session later that day. It had been around 9 in the morning, I didn't have to be at the studio until 5.

I was packing my stuff, she was still on the bed, laying on her side with her body weight resting on one arm. This was one of my favorite moments with her, just the two of us. I was searching the bedroom floor for my shirt when I heard her start to say something. Like she was inhaling. I looked up at her and turned my head to the side, a silent, 'You wanted to say something?'

That's when she asked if I could stay a little longer.

I'll admit, it was tempting and I couldn't help but allow a small smile to creep up on me. But I'm not exactly sure, but something changed my demeanor in a matter of seconds.

I had to remind myself that a relationship would be too complicated. Too nerve-racking for the both of us. There was a reason why the relationship was kept so vague in the first place. She was making everything more complicated than it had to be, I told myself.

And that's when I snapped.

"I thought what we had going on was enough? Now you want more? I mean...what the fuck Y/n? You spring this on me now. What do you expect me to say?", I said. I knew it sounded harsh, but I was defensive. The fight had happened so fast, I had no filter.

She told me to just forget it, she didn't mean it. But by that point, I knew I had not only sent out a harsh message that I'm not even 100% certain I meant, and now she was hurt. All I knew was that I had to get out of there before I said anything else.

I came up with some bullshit answer, "But now I feel like you want more from me. You know Y/n I just think we need a break for awhile okay, I'm busy with work right now anyways so i'll call you in a few weeks", but before I left she stopped me.

"I'll let you go but can I just say one thing", I looked over at her and waiting for her to continue. "If you would give me a bit more to work with, I wouldn't have asked in the first place, because I would've known you were busy. I had no idea you were preoccupied with work because you never tell me about any of that. Plus I thought the deal was that we only see each other when we're both not busy?"

And yet again, I was angry. To be fair, I DID have work later that day, so yes, I was busy. But I just couldn't believe it, she was making everything so complicated.

The last thing I had said to her was, "Oh, so now you're trying to twist my words. Like I said, I'll call you in a few weeks."

Now a month had passed. I didn't even know what I would say to her.

But because I had time to think, not only did I regret everything, but now I just don't know how to face her. Part of me wants to coincidentally run into her, the other part doesn't.

About two weeks after the fight, I had assumed things were over since she hadn't called me. At the time I was still felt like the anger was simmering. I still didn't know why though. Why was I angry at her asking me to stay with her for a few more hours?

Since I couldn't come up with a solid answer, I just decided to ignore the problem all together. I had been going out with friends and members almost every night, people from the company, one of which was Min-jeong, or Winter.

I could tell she liked me, I didn't really care, I was just looking for the company. I just wanted to get my mind off of things. Plus, I only really ever went out with her in a group.

This leads me to the current situation. Johnny, Doyoung, Jungwoo, and I went out with some other SM staff and artists, her included.

We were all sitting at a restaurant, all quietly talking, when I had turned to Johnny and said something. To this, she grabbed my arm and laughed playfully. Johnny looked at me suspiciously and raised his eyebrow. He had known about my relationship with Y/n and was of the first people I had spoken too after the fight we had. He was the one who told me I freaked out on her because I was the one who was afraid of commitment. I told him he was crazy, that a lack of commitment had nothing to do with the argument, but deep down, I was beginning to think he was right.

When we all got up to leave, I told Winter that I'd see her around which she seemed disappointed to hear. The more time I spent thinking about it, the fight I mean. The dumber I sounded in my head every time I tried to justify my actions. The things I said, the fact that I hadn't even texted her, let alone called to apologize.

So the next morning, the first thing I did was send Y/n a text, simply put: Can we talk?

She didn't respond immediately, so I sat around for a bit, glancing at my phone over and over again. But 10 minutes later I heard my phone go off. I felt my heart rate increase, but as I read her message, I felt it sink.

There's nothing to talk about.

'Nothing to talk about? I don't think so', I thought to myself.

So I texted her back: I just want to see you and apologize. I was a massive dick.

Another 5 minutes went by before she responded: Oh? I see that your new girlfriend has made you a better person, I don't want to talk to you. Leave me ALONE.

To this, I didn't know what to say. What girlfriend? Who told her I had a girlfriend? Did she see me with someone and got the wrong idea?

So texted her back: What are you talking about? I don't have a girlfriend, the only person I'm seeing is you.

All I got in response was: Bullshit.

When I responded back with a, 'I really need to talk to you', the message wouldn't send, signaling that I was blocked.

'Shit', I thought to myself. 'I have to fix this'.

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{A/N: Hewoooo, so I know I said I'd only be doing two parts, but halfway through writing this, I realized I'd rather make this a 3 or 4 parter. Depends on how I write part 3. Sorry for taking so long to come out with part 2 btw, I've been doing a lot of school work lately and my GPA fell🤧so I'm trying to make it up. If anyone has any tips for that plz let me know lol. Piece of advice; DO NOT TAKE AN INTERCESSION CLASS IF IT'S NOT URGENT LMAO, cuz that's what ruined my grade.

But anyways, I'm having fun with this series, like I said, I think part 3 will be the finale, but I'll see how it goes while writing it. Part 3 could be out the day after this part, or a month later, I'm like CoryXKenshin, you never know when I post lol, the difference is that I write fanfics on Tumblr}

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bluedbliss · 3 months

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First Encounters

Jeno Lee. Jeno freaking Lee.

She tried her best to look as normal as she could as the most beautiful human being to ever exist on the planet stood behind her in line.

“Hello? Ummm…are you going to get that?” Jeno asked as you tried your best to let the oxygen in.

“Oh, uh. Yes, sorry about that.” you stuttered as you carefully picked up the cup of coffee from the vendo machine. You are now fully awake for your 7pm class way before the caffeine-filled drink reaches your body.

After all, it’s not everyday that the object of your unrequited love of 3 (going on 4 years and the resident campus crush, Jeno Lee, is a touch away from you.

You begrudgingly walked away from the vendo machine and the love of your life, wondering if you missed your chance to finally let him know of your existence when fate gives you a second chance.

“You forgot your change,” Jeno said.

“Sorry?” you said.

“Your change? Here.” Jeno reached out to give you the few coins that the machine coughed out.

“Oh, thanks, Jeno.” you unwittingly said. The moment his name left your lips, your eyes widened like saucers immediately realizing your mistake. Shit, you said, you’re an idiot, y/n.

One side of Jeno’s lip turned up with an amused smile (or was it a smirk?) and coolly said, “No problem, y/n.”

You slowly turned around, trying to keep your cool. You nearly dropped your coffee at the sudden realization that Jeno Lee knows your name. JENO FREAKING LEE KNOWS YOUR NAME!

You walked to your class shrouded in the most wonderful, lovestruck daze of your life, that your friend, Jaehyun, had to wave his hand in front of your face several times.

“Earth to, y/n! What’s wrong with you?”, Jaehyun said.

“Jae, he knows me.” you whispered with awe.

“What? Who?” Jaehyun nonchalantly asked.

“Jeno. Lee. He said my name!,” you whispered in a happy kind of panic. “I said his name and then he said my name and I don’t know what happening. Am I gonna get married soon? Are we engaged?”

Jaehyun rolled his eyes, “Bro, I don’t understand a thing you said.”

You gripped Jaehyun’s arm, “Jung, I was in the vending machine and the love of my life said my name!,” continuing with a dreamy eyes staring into space you whispered, “He KNOWS me.”

“Pffft! Everyone knows everyone.,” Jaehyun grinned, “Or maybe he knows you because you embarrassed yourself in chem class yesterday.”

Squeezing his arm with a death grip you made an irritated noise, to which he replied with a hiss of pain. “Arrrggghh, don’t remind me.” You slumped back at your chair and a flush of embarrassment rushed through your face as you recalled almost burning the chemistry lab down to the ground when you and your lab partner, Donghyuck, almost mixed the wrong concoction. As you were trying to recall the most embarrassing moment of your college life, Jeno entered the class carrying his own cup of java. You shrank further down your seat as he passed by your side of the aisle and he gave you a small smile of acknowledgment.

“Shape up, loser. You’re too obvious.” Jaehyun said. “Shut up! As if you could do any better.” you hissed in reply. Jaehyun draped an arm around your hunched shoulders and coolly replied, “At least I talk to my crush normally not like a turtle retreating to its shell.” He proceeded to squeeze you with his draped arm and pull your upper body up to the chair for you to sit straight.

“There. Be NORMAL.” Jaehyun teased.

The professor then entered and commenced his lecture in front of the room, but what you did not know was what was going on the back. Jeno curiously gazed at your banter with Jaehyun a couple of rows behind you, wondering if you two were together.

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neowinestainedress · 1 year

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for your eyes only | jeong jaehyun

title: for your eyes only | part of christmas must be something more

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc

summary: jaehyun doesn't know it yet, but he looks really pretty in pink.

genre: smut, non-idol au, established relationship, (implied) polyamorous relationship, smutmas

warnings: cross-dressing | public (kinda), cross-dressing, feminization, sex toys (anal vibrator), oral sex (f receiving), lot of praises, pet names, pegging, overstimulation, coming untouched, dubcon (when will jade and jaehyun stop trying new kinks without talking before? never. that’s it, that’s the dubious consent, jae is unsure as always but he discovers a new kink so...) sub!jaehyun, dom!oc

words: 6.565k

taglist: @webscreams @multislut @roxyvogue @dullparadisewithtxt @yutas-princess02 @seongwhaffels @cosmiczen @adorejhyun | couldn't tag: @yutascoffee127

a/n: babygirl jaehyun brain goes brrrr. the clothes he wears are linked, i tried to describe them cause i know it gives wattpad 2012 but i thought that with pictures you could visualize it better

Jaehyun had no idea how he ended there, walking around the mall trying to seem unbothered by the random vibrations that were making him go crazy.

Or well, he did. It was Jade’s fault as always.

“You want me to wear this outside?” Jaehyun squealed once Jade’s words hit him as he turned the butt plug in his hands, looking at it with wide eyes.

“Mh, mh,” she hummed as if she didn’t propose anything scandalous.

Well, not like they were going to do anything wild that day, it was just an afternoon to go shopping at the mall for fun since the others were busy or anyway weren’t in the mood to go out.

“I — I…” he stammered. “Why don’t you do this with Taeyong? I’m pretty sure he would be absolutely down for it.”

She chuckled, finishing fixing her hair in the slicked-back ponytail with the side bang, and then turned back to him, still unaffected by the whole thing.

“It’s just for fun, it’s not like I will fuck you somewhere in the mall,” she teased with a smirk before winking at him.

“Okay, then why?”

“I want you to be ready for when we come home and I can peg you.”

“Again?”

“You had a blast last time, don’t hide it, you came like three times and two untouched so you can’t say you don’t like it.”

“Fine,” he huffed before his face blushed red and he asked, “Can you prep me?”

But after years Jaehyun still had no idea how she could have so much power over him and convince him to do anything. Not that they couldn’t stop if he didn’t want to, but he didn’t really want to.

It was fine, for now. The long sweater and the coat were hiding his semi-hard boner and since it was Wednesday there weren’t many people around. The vibrations were also always very low or zero, and the feeling of being filled was oddly nice.

Everything was going overall well, walking around the different shops holding hands and bags as they looked around for gifts and things they needed.

“I need to buy some clothes,” Jade exclaimed, dragging him into a shop.

“Clo-closet empty?” He asked when they were halfway through it, confused by the number of skirts and sweater tops she was picking up, but she didn’t answer.

“Do you like this pink top?” She asked, ignoring his words, picking up a button-up pastel pink cardigan that reached just above the navel.

He hummed. “It’d look a-amazing on you,” he forced out, even though he didn’t really get the point of wearing cropped tops in winter, but they were indeed cute, especially on her. And he didn’t even understand why she was giggling at his answer but the low vibrations down there weren’t making him dare to let out many words, afraid moans were going to come out instead.

“I — I don’t think we can both come in together,” he mumbled when she pushed him into the fitting room with her after getting everything she needed.

“I’m sure none will care,” Jade replied, smiling at him.

“Are you going to try them on?” He asked, eyes skimming over her body nervously as he bit his thumb’s nail. Seeing her half-naked was the last thing he needed, to be honest. “Why are you smiling like that?” His voice was shaky and low, trying to understand the look on her face. “You don’t… you don’t want me to…” he whispered incredulously, gaze now falling on the skimpy clothes she picked.

“You don’t want to look pretty for me?” She asked, voice gentle and head tilted to the side, staring at him softly.

“I don’t… I’ve never done this, I… what if somebody comes in?”

“The door is locked, and I’m pretty sure that nobody would barge in without at least knocking first.”

“I’m a… I mean, I’m a man and those are…” he almost whimpered, voice shaking more. “Like there’s nothing wrong with it, and clothes are clothes, it’s just I — I’ve never seen myself like this.”

“I know,” she replied, turning around to look through her bag and grabbing something. “Are you totally uncomfortable with that?” She checked in. Jade knew that trying something like this out of the blue and in public was a big move, especially with him. Taeyong wouldn’t have blinked an eye, probably he would’ve even picked something himself that he wanted to try, considering how much he found out he loved wearing her clothes, but Jaehyun was totally new to this, and she couldn’t risk making him uncomfortable.

Jaehyun gulped, biting his lips, she looked amazing in pink soft typically considered feminine clothes, Taeyong looked pretty wearing those clothes but he never, never, imagined wearing anything of that kind. No matter how much he found that peachy pink beautiful and how soft most of the things felt to the touch… there was nothing wrong with that, but he wasn’t like that.

Yet, here he was.

Seriously pondering if he should’ve given in or not. He breathed deeply, they could’ve stopped at any moment, Jade would’ve never forced him into something he wasn’t comfortable with, and maybe it would’ve turned out a fun thing to try.

“You won’t mock me, right? This is — shit — not to make fun of me?”

“No, peach,” she replied, caressing his face, “I’d never do that. I’ve been thinking you’d look amazing with something softer. There’s nothing that deserves shaming in wearing feminine clothes, or make-up. You are a very pretty boy and I think you’d look amazing in those clothes.”

And when his cock twitched in his pants at that pet name, he knew he was too far gone to tell her no. So he hummed, gaining a comforting smile. He was with her, nothing could’ve gone wrong.

“Wear this,” she said handing him a pink-laced panties.

“These are yours,” he whispered, it was embarrassing but he remembered all her lingerie by heart.

“Yeah, I’m not going to make you try this stuff like this.”

“But I’m… I’m big,” Jaehyun mumbled, the tip of his ears turning red as he stared at the floor.

She chuckled, well, that was the point of everything. “It’s fine, they should cover pretty much of you… if you’re not hard.”

He hummed, turning around, and starting to get rid of his pants and underwear, disgusted by the way the black boxers had a visible wet patch on the front. He held in a whimper when the fabric brushed against his — pretty much — hard cock and then turned around.

“Are you okay?” She checked in, lifting his lowered head with two fingers.

He nodded, lips pressed together.

“Good,” she replied, kissing him gently. “If it gets too much we’ll stop,” she reassured him. “I know it is a pretty rough start for something like this since we’ve never done this.”

Jaehyun smiled, heart jumping in his throat when she looked through the skirts.

“We’ll start with something long, okay?” She said, picking up a knee-length black skirt with white lines that formed black squares.

“That’s long for you?” he asked, eyeing the piece she was holding.

“It’s long, babe.”

“It’s mid-length for me, it will never arrive at my knees, fuck.”

“Try it,” she handed it to him. “I’m sure it’ll look amazing. The white lines are pretty.”

He grabbed it with shaky hands. “You… you’ll look?”

“Want me to turn around?”

“No, no,” he stopped her, voice dying in his throat. “I — I feel… need your comfort.”

She smiled, “I’m right here, babe. You’re doing good.”

And with that, he slipped into the skirt, the soft fabric slipped easily around his thighs and then on his waist, sitting pretty on his hips… weirdly prettily he thought as he swirled around to look at himself in the mirror.

“You look beautiful, do you like it?” She asked, caressing his hips softly.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “it’s nice… I guess.”

“Do you feel like trying a top too?”

“I don’t… I don’t think they’ll fit me.”

“We’ll make your big boobs fit somehow,” she joked but the comment made him redden even more.

“No, no, please,” he mumbled when the vibrations picked up as he pulled his sweater off and tried to grab the white woolen sweater she was passing to him.

“I’m sure you can take it, right? You can be my good boy?”

“Ye-yeah, be good… for you,” he whimpered, turning around trying not to fall on the ground and looking at the mirror as he tried to get into the top. “I’m stuck,” he whined, struggling to pull down the sleeves.

“Here,” she reassured, pulling it down for him and then fixing it on his body.

“Thank — thank you,” Jaehyun whispered, lifting his gaze to the mirror. “I think it’s, umh, a little tight.”

“It looks good on you, though,” she said, now caressing the exposed bit of his waist that neither the skirt nor the top covered. “We can don’t buy it though if you don’t like it.”

“Yeah, I — I want to, mmph,” he whimpered, hand flat against the wall in front of him and legs pressed together as the vibrations picked up again. “Not fair.”

“You want?” Jade asked, ignoring his words, raising the vibrations even more, hearing his breath getting heavier.

“The — the pink.”

“The top or the skirt? Or both?”

He turned around struggling on his knees, already hating how overwhelmed he was. “You choose.”

“Maybe you can try this one?” She proposed.

“It’s… it’s a dress.”

“A beautiful dress, you loved it before when I took it.”

“On… on you,” he replied, swallowing hard. “You’d look, uh, pretty, you’d look so so — fuck — pretty.”

She cupped his chin. “You’d look pretty in it. Try it. We’re here for you.”

He nodded, soft mumbles spilling out of his mouth senselessly, getting out of the skirt easily. “I’m stuck,” he almost cried when the top blocked him again and he shivered when he felt her touch on his abs, holding in a moan when her fingers grazed his sensitive nipples. “Here, baby boy,” she kissed him slowly before passing him the dress.

“It’s silky,” he noticed, feeling the fabric in his hand, “I might like it.”

“Silk dresses are the best, they give me the best confidence boost,” she said, helping him put it on, the fabric stretching around his fit muscles, and then wrapping around his body perfectly, falling loosely around him.

And it did feel good, somehow he liked the way the material felt on his skin, and the way it fell on his body, the v-line showing most of his chest, the long sleeves dropping softly on his arms.

“So?” She asked

“I — I like it,” he confessed and then a low moan rolled out of his lips when, swinging the skirt, it brushed against his tip. “I’ll take it off, now.”

“Skirt and pink top, now,” she cheered, putting the white top aside to remember not to buy it. “Your favourites.”

He blushed harder, a faint smile on his face and anticipation rising until he realized he was naked, hard on, vibrating toy in his ass, and laced panties in a fucking fitting room. “I — I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said, covering, making her lift a brow.

“The wet stain on your panties says otherwise, baby.”

“No, I… I’m so… so…”

“Pretty? Beautiful? Graceful?”

“Exposed.”

She walked closer, pressing her lips on his, kissing him harder. “There’s only me, peach. And to me, you look amazing.”

He nodded, feeling high on pleasure, disconnected, “I — please, slow — slow them.”

“Put the skirt on first.”

“I — I can’t, no, fuck,” he cried, voice clipped, abs twitching as the vibration got higher again before slowing down, the ups and downs cutting his breath short.

“Skirt,” she ordered.

He tried to move in it, almost falling to the ground, feeling it was impossible to move. “It’s small.”

“It’s perfect.”

Jaehyun turned around in the mirror, “You can see my butt,” he said in a high-pitched voice. “And my… my, fuck.”

“Your cock in those pretty panties? Yeah, it looks beautiful.”

He started to tap his feet on the ground, swallowing harder. “I can’t.”

“You can, you’re doing pretty amazing even if you’re making a mess.”

He looked down, shivering at the way he could feel the pre-cum stick to the fabric of the panties.

“Need help with the cardigan?” She asked, and he hummed, letting her put it on him, this time without teasing the sensitive buds on his chest.

“See, they look pretty together, do you like the way it feels?”

“I like the top,” he confessed, touching it. “I look good, yeah, fuck.”

“You look really fuckable,” she teased, making him lose a beat.

“Is it… a compliment?”

She hummed before touching him with one hand as the other controlled the vibration making him bend over. “No, baby, up,” she said grabbing his hair and pulling him back against her.

Jaehyun’s eyes went wide when their bodies touched and his back pressed against her.

“Are,” he started, words dying in his mouth, “are you wearing the — shit, shit, fuck —”

“I can’t wait to go back home to fuck you,” she whispered against his ear, pressing the strap-on harder against him.

“No, no, we really, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he whined, voice shaking and heart pounding loud.

“No one will hear,” she said, moving a hand forward to touch him and starting to kiss his neck. “Well, If you keep quiet.”

“No, no,” he cried, even if his body bucked against her. He did want her, so fucking badly, and he wouldn’t even have minded this if he was more used to it, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He was so bad at this, he wasn’t like Taeyong, or her. They were really good at following the rules, at knowing what they were doing, but he was terrible.

“Orange,” he cried, tears spilling down his face and she immediately pulled away, shutting the vibrator down and turning him around.

“Hey, baby, look at me,” she ordered with a caring tone, caressing his face.

“I… I’m sorry,” Jaehyun whimpered.

“No, no,” she reassured. “No apologies, babe, we said we would stop. I’m sorry, I should’ve known this would’ve been too much for you.”

“I want you.”

“No, you don’t need to force yourself.”

“No, please, can you,” he panted, sitting on the stool but regretting when the toy pushed against him, “can you listen? I said orange, not red.”

“Yeah, right, I just, okay, go on.”

“I… I want you, and I wa-want to do this,” he said, pointing at the clothes, “but at home. I want you to fuck me at home, I don’t think I’m ready for this, I know I’ve been prepped by now, but I don’t feel, I don’t feel used enough to that, we never do it and you’re good, you’re so good, you’re the best, I’d let you do anything but I — I’m not like —”

She shushed him with a kiss, caressing his face, “It’s enough, no need to compare, okay?”

He nodded, reaching closer for another small kiss.

“Should we buy these things and go home?” She asked, quirking a brow when he stayed there. “Jae?”

“Baby, call me, baby.”

She smiled tenderly at him, cheeks flushed, body slumped against the wall, fit thighs barely covered by the small pastel pink mini skirt and he looked so fucking cute in that soft cropped cardigan.

“Fine, baby, can we leave?”

He shook his head, voice coming out as an embarrassed whisper, “I need to come, please. Can’t make it at home.”

“Are you sure you’ll buy that skirt?”

“Fo-for me?” He asked, confused because he couldn’t quite understand the correlation with his request but, for the condition he was in, he couldn’t even be able to add two plus two, so he didn’t think it through.

“Yeah, for you.”

“Yeah, I like it,” he replied. “You… you don’t want me to wear it outside, right?”

Jade smiled, almost chuckling. They didn’t define their reversed dynamics, mostly because having him on his knees seemed to be a one-time thing. Nothing of that kind ever happened again, well, apart from her trying to have some dominance but it always ended with him on top. So she didn’t even think they had anything to discuss, so technically she couldn’t even ask him to go that far, but it was cute that the thought didn’t cross his mind.

“No, I think I’d like to keep this for my eyes only… for now.”

“And not even the others, right?”

She shook her head, grabbing the remote and raising the vibrations unexpectedly, making him moan loudly.

“Are you insane?”

She laughed, and he let his head roll back when they didn’t stop.

“Is everything alright?” A voice from the outside asked and Jaehyun’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, umh,” he mumbled, trying to calm his breath but the vibrations kept being steady, “yeah, thanks, I mmh, turned and — shit — sorry, dumb me stubbed the toe against the seat.”

“Are you sure everything’s alright?”

“Yeah, it, ah, hurts, but it’s… fine, it’s fine, thanks.”

“Alright, if you need anything we’re at the desk.”

“Thanks,” he forced out, looking at Jade with what wanted to be glaring eyes but he was just a mess.

“It’s too much,” he whispered, gripping the seat under him, knuckles going white.

“You said you wanted to come, didn’t you?”

He nodded, lips trapped in his teeth, feeling his brain fogged as not only the vibration kept going but now the toy pushed deeper into him.

“Kiss me,” he begged, “please, tell me, tell me I’m doing — fuck — good. I’m your good boy, right? Even if I — even if I — fuck — stopped you?”

She kissed him, “yes, you are always my good boy. Good boys know their limits, right?”

He hummed, bucking his hips up to get more contact with her.

“Good boys look pretty in their pretty feminine clothes.”

“Yeah.”

“And good boys come in them, too, right?”

Realization hit him, “their not, not mine, not yet, not — fuck — ”

“You will ruin them I’m sure, we’ll have to buy them.”

“They will — shit — they will know, no, uhm,” he moaned, rolling his head back, making his lips bleed from how hard he was pressing to hold back the moans as he felt the orgasm approach.

“I’m pretty sure they know already.”

He shook his head, tears starting to roll down. He didn’t want to make an embarrassing mess but it was either now or in the pants he was going to use to walk to the car and in the middle of the mall.

“Please,” he moaned.

“Come for me,” she ordered, raising the vibrations and sending him over the edge, knocking the breath out of him, eyes snapping open before squeezing shut as he felt the waves hit him.

“Good boy,” she kissed him, chest panting hard. “Good, good boy.”

“I need, need a moment,” he breathed out.

She chuckled, messing his hair playfully.

“Fuck, I…” he whispered, looking down, “I made a mess.”

“Pretty much. We can clean it up a little if it helps.”

“What if they ask why we’re buying something ruined?” He cried, bringing his hands on his face but when Jade kneeled at his level and started cleaning him up with a wet wipe he felt like crying.

“Better, babe?”

He nodded. “Tha-thank you.”

“I feel generous,” she said, chuckling, “I go to do the checkout and you’ll wait for me outside, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, standing up and leaving a peck on his lips in the way. “You already crossed enough limits today,” she said. “And I need this to be over because I am not finished.”

When they arrived home they rushed upstairs, not even caring to check if somebody else was home.

“My panties look good on you,” she whispered, leaving him bare, the only thing covering him being her underwear that he never took off.

Jaehyun’s head lowered, too embarrassed to look at her. Hating the way his cock was hard once again, dripping pre-cum desperately.

“You’re so pretty when you’re embarrassed, you know?” She said, caressing his face, and lifting it from facing the floor. “When you stammer, when your voice shakes and gets higher, when you’re all red.” Her lips met his in a soft kiss before she pulled away, picking something from the bags full of clothes.

“Wait — you — you want me to wear it?” He asked, gulping hard, staring at the pink clothes in her hand.

“What have we bought them for?” She cocked her head, winking.

Jaehyun nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course, of course,” he mumbled. “Can — can you help me with the cardigan? It — it gets stuck, and I — I —”

Jade kissed him, stopping his ramble. “I’m here, I surely will help my pretty boy to look like a doll.”

Jaehyun groaned in a high-pitched voice at the name, shivering when her fingers caressed his body. “Don’t tease me.”

She chuckled, humming under her breath before she told him to lift his arms and pushed the soft fuzzy cardigan on him again. “It looks so good on you, baby boy.”

His face colored of a bright pink again, looking down to admire how the top laid on him and found it hotter than he wanted to. But when she handed him the skirt he hesitated again, groaning when he had to bend to slip it on before it sat on his hips just like before.

“Do a twirl for me,” she ordered, and he obeyed with no second thoughts, shivering and whining when the skirt flew up and exposed him even more. “So, so pretty,” she praised, voice sultry and low. “Get on your knees.”

“On — on my knees?” He stuttered, eyes moving quickly around, thinking he heard wrong.

“Yes, babe, now.”

Jaehyun nodded, kneeling, whimpering when his dick brushed against the laced texture and pressed against his thigh, the toy still filling him, enough to drive him insane even if it wasn’t vibrating. He had no idea where he found the strength to look up, but he was glad he did when she started to undress, the heavy clothes dropping behind on the chair while she was only in her expensive bra, the strap-on toy hovering over him now that her panties where on the floor. He didn’t even know what took over him when he voluntarily leaned in and licked the tip while looking straight into her eyes, but none of them could care about the reason why, when this was so hot.

“Good boy,” she praised, holding the base and pushing closer to him, waiting for his mouth to open, pushing half the size in. “Get it all wet for me so I can fuck you hard.”

His eyes closed at her words, cock throbbing in his panties and he was glad the skirt at least covered that and the embarrassing amount of cum leaking out of his slit.

“It’s big,” he mumbled when the tip reached his back, and his eyes looked up at hers, shivering at the way she was staring at him, drifting his gaze when she chuckled and just started moving her hips against his face.

“Just like yours, isn’t it?” She teased, grabbing his hair to tug them behind and push the toy deeper in his mouth, making him gag on it and mumble words she could barely understand. And she knew that if only that wasn’t a toy she would’ve come already. She couldn’t even remember seeing him go down on any of their boyfriends, but it was so hot to see him choke on a cock and make a mess. She could see the wet patch on the skirt.

A louder moan rolled from her mouth when Jaehyun’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his moans got messier, hips moving around while he tried to get some kind of relief while he eagerly sucked on the toy as if she could come from it. She pulled out and he gasped, spit rolling down his chin and red eyes looking up at her, trying to breathe in some air.

“Please,” he breathed out, chest panting and knees hurting against the floor, “fuck me, please. I — I need you.”

Jade smirked, tilting her head, and caressing his face, smearing the mess before pushing it back into his mouth. “Want mommy to fuck you?”

He nodded eagerly, gulping hard, swinging his hips side to side in anticipation. Shame long forgotten in the back of his brain.

“Get on the bed, princess.”

His brain spun at the name, legs barely supporting the weight of his body while he tried to run on the bed.

“Let me take this out of you, okay?” Her hand moved to push his legs apart, moving the panties to the side to have space to push the toy out, his hole already ruined by all the stretch it had been put under for the entire day.

“No, don’t take it off,” he screamed when she lifted the skirt, making her brow quirk.

“Eased into it, baby boy? Also, I wasn’t going to, I told you I want to fuck you in these.”

He hummed, relaxing again against the bed. “I — I like it. I look good in these and — and then — fuck,” he cried, for some reason still feeling ashamed, but he was pretty sure it got nothing to do with the clothes, it was her, it was always her, and the way she got his inside twist in the best way every time she took control. “The top is — is soft, mhh, like it.”

She smiled, pouring some more lube on the strap before pushing in. His head rolled back as soon as the toy pushed past his rim, feeling the tip already stretching him more than the toy did.

“Are you okay?” She checked, staring at him, smiling when he only nodded frenetically and tried to open his eyes.

“Please, fuck me.”

Her hands moved on his thighs until they reached the back of his knees and pushed them close to his chest, bottoming completely. “You’re so ready for me, baby. See, you should always listen to me when I tell you to do something.”

“Is it — is it big-bigger?” He asked through ragged breaths, blinking his eyes as he tried to look down but failing to see anything other than his aching cock still pressed in the tight lingerie and her body pressed against him.

“No, baby boy, it’s always the same. Want it bigger?”

Jaehyun quickly shook his head, he could barely take this he didn’t even want to imagine something bigger, and when she laughed at his panicked face, he blushed red. “It’s just — I — I would fail you.”

She shook her head, kissing his lips, and rubbing a hand on his boner, making him hiss and whimper through the kiss. “You won’t ever fail me, baby. You’re so good, just look at you now.”

He hummed, nodding with his eyes closed, feeling on the edge every time her fingers grazed on his sensitive tip, the laced fabric sending stronger buzzes of pleasure through his bones.

“You’re so hard, baby,” she moaned, pressing harder on him, watching as his body twitched.

“Is — is it bad?”

“How can it be bad?”

Jaehyun didn’t reply, no words formed in his mind now that she started moving in and out with calculated thrusts. Jaehyun was honestly surprised at how different she was when she had control, nothing of his lazy, subby girl was there, not even a faint memory. Her hips snapped with force, her legs strongly kept her body up, and her hands wrapped firmly around his waist, little did it matter they barely fit around him, her grip was still strong and made him shiver.

“Taking my cock so well, pretty boy,” she praised. Her eyes moved from his face to his legs, pussy clenching and dripping down the vibrator inside of her while she stared at his throbbing hard cock caged inside her pink panties and the skirt bouncing with every thrust. He truly was so pretty. A grin crept on her face when his hips started jerking up messily, a sweet reminder that he wasn’t used to all of this. And that only turned her on so much more, the way he was so vulnerable and open compared to their other times together drove her insane. There was something about having control over him that couldn’t compare to anything else.

It was so good that she couldn’t even get mad when he came untouched in his, hers, panties, at this point it didn’t matter anymore, moaning and shaking. She didn’t care about rules with him, she just wanted to see his walls fall down, and the more he came, the better.

“I — I made a mess,” he groaned, choking on a small sob, looking down where his cum stained her panties and his skirt. Shaken by the orgasm and also by everything that was going on, he felt so vulnerable and he felt like he could cry. But apparently Jade was unfazed by this and it still wasn’t enough. “I’m sorry,” he still blubbered, fearing she was disappointed in him.

“I can’t drag you anywhere like you do with me, so I need you to turn around,” she ordered but with a smile on her face, staring at him with tender eyes that made him let out the breath he was holding in. “Face the mirror, pretty.”

“I — I don’t think I — umh — can stand,” he cried out, chest still panting, and legs shaking. Jade smiled, it was cute how much he could keep up when he was in his dominant space compared to his sub-space.

“You just have to turn on the bed and stand at the edge on your hand and knees,” she explained, caressing his thigh to soothe him.

Jaehyun nodded, pressing his lips in a thin line as he gathered the strength to move even an inch of his body. But somehow he did, positioning himself in the position she wanted, watching her move behind him. Waiting patiently to feel her again. His eyes followed her move, silently admiring how she pressed against him, pulling down the drenched panties and throwing them at the side, and then pouring more lube inside his ass, making him twitch when the cold liquid made contact with his sensitive skin.

“This skirt was made for you,” she praised, lifting it up, exposing his bare ass and sinking deep inside him, hitting his prostate with one go. Jaehyun’s head fell down, choked moans dying in his mouth as tears menaced to spill from his eyes.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” she ordered, grabbing his hair to keep his head up, forcing him to meet his wasted image in the reflecting surface. “See how pretty you are?”

He hummed, biting his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open, the pleasure fogging his brain fully.

“You are mommy pretty boy, aren’t you?” She asked, stopping her movement, “Aren’t you?” She groaned, tugging his hair.

“Ye-yeah, fuck, yes, your pretty — umh,” he groaned, words dying in his mouth.

She smiled, hips picking the same rhythm. “Good boy.”

“Good — good girl,” he whispered, making her hips falter for a second, eyebrows quirking.

“Me?”

He shook his head. “M-me, please, wanna — wanna be your good girl, please. Please, mommy, let me — call me a good girl.”

Jade was shocked, staring into his eyes in the mirror, not able to hide her expression. Not even Taeyong ever arrived that far, and that was the last thing she expect today — or ever — from Jaehyun. But just because she wasn’t expecting it, it didn’t mean she didn’t love it. So she shook her head, dusting out of her haze and started fucking him faster.

“Want to be mommy’s good girl?”

Jaehyun nodded, tears falling down his face as the overstimulation was making him shake.

“You gotta work for it, don’t you know it?”

He nodded. “Wan — want to be pretty for you, please. Fuck — fuck the pretty in me.”

She chuckled tenderly at his words. “Oh, baby girl, you already have it in you, you don’t need me to fuck the pretty in you.”

Jaehyun let out a whine, head rolling back, his adam’s apple moving up and down with every deep swallow of spit.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” she groaned, leaning flat against his back, her cheek pressing against his, meeting his wet skin.

His head moved back in place, blinking repeatedly to wipe away the clumps of tears. “Fuck,” he whimpered, “you’re — you’re so hot.” The smirk that formed on her face at his words made his head spin, she was hot and she knew it and kept using it against him and here he was, a complete brain-shut mess under her. He almost screamed when she pushed him a bit higher, just enough that more of his body could be seen in the reflection.

Jaehyun couldn’t hold in the moans anymore, letting out high-pitched screams and desperate whimpers that never belonged to him. She wasn’t bigger than him, or stronger, yet he felt so small and helpless right at that moment that his whole body started shaking. Her strong scent, a mix between her natural one and the sultry perfume she was wearing, surrounded him whole, her hands all over his body, and her eyes staring intensely into him. He whined when his arms gave up, upper body falling limp, almost tumbling on the floor if only she didn’t hold him up, and then dragged them both further into the middle of the bed.

“Don’t be clumsy,” she warned, leaving a smack on his ass.

“’m sorry,” he whined, cheek pressed against the duvet. “Too good, you’re — you’re too, too good.”

She couldn’t say anything; it was too good. The sight in front of her was driving her insane just as much. His pink, feminine clothes wrapped around his fit, broad body, his soft brown hair dampened on his forehead, his cheeks flushed with red and wet with tears, and his whimpers and moans. That was everything she had dreamed of and more. So as a natural response her hips started snapping with more force against him.

Longer, strained moans came from him, muffled by the sheets that pressed against his flushed face, mouth agape with some drool dripping unconsciously down the corner of his mouth, creating a wet patch.

Her fingers grazed his cheek, moving her thumb in circles, smiling back when his lips turned into a fucked out smile. “You’re so beautiful, baby, you know?”

Jaehyun hummed, eyes closed and ass arching up even more.

“You’re taking me so well, taking mommy’s big cock as if you were made for me,” she praised, pulling his cheeks apart, and eliciting a deeper groan from him.

“I — I don’t — I — can’t take it longer, please, Miss,” he blubbered, trying to lift his neck to look at her but he felt boneless.

She smirked, the name ‘miss’ sparking a fire inside her. “Can you be a good girl and come without my hand?”

“Yes, yes, just — just keep, keep fucking me,” he begged, head falling down the mattress again, whole body shaking, shivers covering his skin as he felt close again. His brain was so hazed with pleasure that he didn’t even realize he started fucking back into her, meeting her in the middle, soft flesh bouncing beautifully as she kept stretching him wide and deep.

The last thrusts were sloppier, pleasure overwhelming both of them. Her nails dug in the exposed part of skin between the cardigan and skirt, while his sunk in the sheets. Loud and shaky moans filling the room with the harsh smacks of her hips against his ass. A wail ripped from his lips when the orgasm rippled through him, big hard cock throbbing while spurting out white cum, making a mess on the skirt and the bedding, thighs trembling and heart beating so fast in his chest he felt he could pass out. Jade’s orgasm wasn’t any less intense, the vibrations raised to the maximum and his whimpers, his face, and his body pushed her off the edge with force.

The room was thick with sex air as they stayed there, her body collapsing on his, making him cringe when his skin met the pool of cum, but he was too tired to move or do anything.

“You did so well, baby girl,” Jade praised, testing the ground with the feminine name, and sighing in relief when Jaehyun smiled at it and even blushed a little. His sub-space lasted a while, she could be quite sure of it now. “You accept challenges and ace them every time, I’m so proud of you, you know?” Her fingers rubbed the back of his head, grazing the neck, making him shiver. She kept praising him while leaving kisses all over his neck and shoulders, moving the soft top down to have access to his burning skin, her hands caressing his body until he stopped trembling.

When she pulled out, Jaehyun whined, looking for her, moving his hands around.

“I’m here,” she said, grabbing it. “Come here, let’s turn around and lay on the clean side of the bed for a while,” she ordered, helping him move to rest on the sheets, pushing the duvet off the bed.

“Good girl, ugh?” She teased chuckling, brushing his hair back, after a few minutes of silence.

“Shut up,” he replied, hiding in the crook of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I get why you like being called that so much.”

Jade laughed tenderly at his comment. “I really love how this fit looks on you, you know?” She said, caressing his chest, causing his face to blush red once again.

“So, you weren’t mocking?”

She shook her head. “There’s nothing to mock. I was a pink clothes hater too when I was fully immersed in my internalized misogyny era but thank god I’m out of it,” she laughed, making him giggle too. “And clothes are just clothes at the end of the day, so if you like something just rock it.”

Jaehyun smiled, feeling safe and protected, another reminder that in that home he could’ve always been anything and they would’ve loved him anyway, it didn’t really matter that this thing didn’t start from him. “I really like it too,” he whispered, looking down at the clothes that were still covering his body. “I might actually wear it sometimes… inside the house… when it’s just us.”

Jade smiled back, pecking his lips. “I don’t mind if something of you is only mine to see.”

“Good, cause for now this will be for your eyes only.”

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Confession (Part 1) | Jung Jaehyun & Nakamoto Yuta

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader, Yuta x Reader

Summary: Ever since you became pregnant, Jaehyun won't fuck you. You turn to Yuta for a shoulder to cry on... that becomes something more.

Genre: Husband!Jaehyun, serious angst, suggestive, borderline abusive behaviour from Jae tbh, bad boy college friend!Yuta

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 💋

“Jessica! Riya! No, no… Alina!”

Jaehyun shook his head, frowning. “Let’s keep thinking.”

You snuggled deeper under the covers. “But Jae, we only have three months left till the baby comes! We need to think of a name.”

“Hmm… how about Maya?” Jaehyun said.

“Maya Jung…” you paused. “I like it!”

Jaehyun placed a kiss on your forehead and shuffled back to his side of the bed. He picked up his book and started reading.

You watched Jaehyun as he became engrossed in his book. His chestnut brown hair curled handsomely over his forehead, and his biceps bulged under his T shirt. Your stomach fluttered with need.

Jaehyun hadn’t seen you naked since the pregnancy had changed your body, but right now, you couldn’t care less. You hadn’t been together in so long – you’d almost forgotten the feeling of him inside you.

You leant as close as your swollen belly would allow.

“Jaehyun, put your book down. Mama needs you…” you whispered. You trailed your fingers up his arm, over his collarbones, to his soft lips.

Jaehyun pulled your hand away. “Not now, Y/n.”

You sighed. “Come on, baby…” “I said not now,” he snapped.

“You’re never in the mood anymore!” you returned.

Without even looking up from his book, Jaehyun muttered, “Can you fucking understand English? Not. Now.”

Frustration bubbling up, you snatched the book from his hands and chucked it onto the floor.

Jaehyun frowned, but before he could say anything, you smashed your lips onto his and kissed him.

You shuffled closer, and pulled your night dress over your head. The cold air made your nipples stand up.

Jaehyun’s eyes raked over your naked body… and a light shudder of disgust ran through him.

Before your pregnancy, Jaehyun would look at you like you were the Mona Lisa. Everything had changed.

You followed his eyes to a maze of stretch marks that started on your hip and went up to your swollen belly.

“I’m like a tiger,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

Jaehyun gave you a tight smile.

You crossed your arms. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?”

Jaehyun blinked. “If we have to do this… can we turn off the lights first?”

You frowned, but turned off the lamp anyway.

You pushed the niggling feeling of dread in your stomach down and curled your arms around Jaehyun’s shoulder. Then you kissed him, hard.

You felt Jaehyun’s hands skirt tentatively over your tummy. Disappointingly, he didn’t move his hands any lower.

Jaehyun stayed stiff, unmoving, barely kissing you back.

You were beginning to get impatient. You reached into his lap and slipped your hands inside his boxers. To your surprise, he was completely soft.

You struggled to hide your gasp.

In the ten years you’ve been with Jaehyun – four years of college and six years as husband and wife – he’d never been unable to get an erection.

“Is something… wrong?”

Jaehyun sighed. He moved you off his lap and switched on the light.

“I just can’t get into it. None of the pregnancy books said you’d get all-“

“All what?” you snapped.

Jaehyun bit his lip. “All… bulgy.”

You pulled the sheet over your body, cheeks burning.

Jaehyun wiped the sweat off his brow. “Can we try tomorrow night?”

“We have Yuta’s party,” you mumbled.

“Oh yeah,” Jaehyun said, shifting onto his side. “Well… good night.”

You sniffed. “Night.”

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The next evening, you and Jaehyun went to Yuta’s house for his annual barbeque, a tradition he’d had since your college days.

Yuta pulled the door open, smirking. His hair was jet black and spiky, and he had a beer in his hand.

“It’s my two favourite people! Get inside!”

Yuta greeted Jaehyun with a fist-bump-come-hug.

When he saw you, his eyes lit up.

Yuta kissed your cheek. “Long time no see, Y/n. Pregnancy suits you.”

You felt a shiver of delight at his comment. But it was quickly squashed when you remembered what Jaehyun said to you last night.

Yuta punched Jaehyun on the shoulder, grinning. “Can’t believe you knocked this one up… you always did have a crush on her, ever since that first lecture.”

Your memories of that time were rose-tinted, like the colour of Jaehyun’s ears when he asked you out a week after college started.

You pushed through the room, which was crowded with people from college, desperate to use the bathroom.

You made it just in time, sighing with relief as you emptied your bladder.

As you were getting up to leave, you heard a voice.

You froze.

The voice was coming from outside the bathroom door.

“Don’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you, okay?”

It was Jaehyun’s baritone.

“Yeah, man. What’s up?” The other voice had a lilting Japanese accent. Yuta.

“It’s about Y/n.” Jaehyun said. “We’re having some… problems.”

You pressed your ear to the door, heartbeat quickening.

“Nah, it’s nothing man,” Jaehyun said. “I’m just stressed about the baby.”

You sighed in relief. Obviously, Jaehyun wouldn’t complain about your sex problems with someone else! He was a gentleman.

“Are you sure?” Yuta said.

Jaehyun replied, “Well… don’t get me wrong, I love Y/n but – I’m not… attracted to her anymore. She’s so… huge.”

You stifled a gasp.

“Damn, Jae.” Yuta said, chuckling. “Pregnant chicks not your thing?”

“It’s not just the fact that she’s fat. Her skin’s all marked up, and her tits are so saggy. I just can’t… bring myself to have sex with her.”

You felt like the ground had caved in, and you were falling.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Yuta said, his voice uncharacteristically serious. “Have you tried… talking to her?”

“Man, she’s so eager to get in my pants, I can’t get a word in. Honestly, it’s a turn off to see her so… desperate.”

Your head started to spin and you staggered backwards. Your hand caught the sink just in time, but you knocked soap dish, sending it clattering onto the floor.

“Who’s in there?” Jaehyun yelled.

A fist banged on the door. You saw the bathroom doorknob rattle, and your heart pounded.

Your voice was thick with tears. “It’s me.”

The banging on the door stopped. “Y/n? How long have you – been there?” Jaehyun’s voice rose with each word.

You pulled the door open. Yuta and Jaehyun were staring at you. Yuta shifted awkwardly and Jaehyun looked deathly pale.

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onyourhyuck · 10 months

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MILANO LOVE. | J.JH

— Prologue: “I always like the taste of you better than Milano.”

— Summary: Where your husband Jaehyun took you to Italy for your ten year anniversary.

— Genre: Husband!jaehyun. Smut smut smut minors dni. Breeding Kink Jaehyun. Unprotected Sex (use protection pls.) Food play(?) Y/n makes Jaehyun eat whipcream and cherries off her tits and stomach…Mention of your children together. Throat grabbing / choking (gentle). They literally fuck on a luxurious bed in a hotel…. Literally married couple goals fr.

— Notes: I love Husband Jaehyun in Milano concept.

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You and Jaehyun have been married for a while now. You lost count but it’s something around the 5th year mark being together.

Jaehyun and You have two children together. One child is three and the other one is two. They were always occupied with your attentions that Jaehyun often feels like you and him haven’t had a time for yourselves. So when your fifth anniversary came up he booked a spontaneous trip to Italy.

You found it incredibly exciting because it’s been a long time since you and Jaehyun could be alone like this romantically involved that is. Children really have a way with stealing all your energy and wanting you to themselves. But now it’s all about you and Jaehyun; which actually leaves your stomach fluttering. Your husband always has the ability to make you feel like you’re back in your high school adolescent years where you are a young school girl who made eye contact with their crush who never spoke to them before.

It felt like that with Jaehyun.

You want to make this special. You want to show him that you’re missing him not only presence wise but also body wise. Your body very much lost contact with him over the five years raising two boys together and you can’t help but wonder: ‘How long has it been since Jaehyun and I had sex?’ And you’d have to reply with a lot longer than you wanted it to be. It’s not like he leaves you disappointed. In fact Jaehyun never left you disappointed. He always leaves you wanting more.

You’re determined to make your husband feel pampered as well as slightly more on his knees because you can’t help but want to get laid. You might as well considering your children aren’t here and it’s a romantic trip to Italy. It’s a romance country. It’s the perfect setting.

You were alone in your bedroom and Jaehyun wasn’t in the hotel room currently as he had a few questions to ask down at the reception. You took the moment of opportunity given to you to stop your clothes and get inside the hand-white robe the lavish hotel room gives the guests. You have to admit the hotel was very expensive looking. Jaehyun managed to book a super star hotel for the both of you and you couldn’t help but feel like your husband really went all in with this trip. He really wants to make this special for you too. You could tell from his actions.

Before In the early morning the few butlers came to hand you a tray of your breakfast which you and Jaehyun haven’t quite eaten. You saw the strawberries, cherries, grapes and many more fruits in the bowl on the bed as you lay down. There was little desert options such as cakes and everything. Pancakes were on there. Italy loves their bread which was also on the pale provided. Many dishes were there for you and Jaehyun to eat when he returns.

The hotel door opens revealing Jaehyun to walk in. He had a little leaf left for the things you guys can do while on this trip. There was sight seeings with a boat tour around Italy. There was many museums you guys can see and definitely large enough selection to visit the most famous art gallery. He will not be missing out on the museum and art gallery sections that’s for sure.

“Honey i found things we can do today—“ Jaehyun’s voice stops when he starts walking the hotel room trying to search for you. The sight of your body on the bed slanted with the white bathrobe slightly off. He could see your cleavage, your thighs and legs he loves the sight of. But over the years he nearly forgot how perfect they look.

He feels a slight warm flush on his cheeks happen. He can’t help but blush. You were never this assertive with him before and he was not expecting you to be half naked in front of him. You were pretending to be eating like the sly minx you are; the whip cream fell between your cleavage and chest. Jaehyun can’t help but gulp. Why was he so nervous? He told himself to not seem so freaked out. This should be a normal situation for him — well technically it can’t be. It’s been so long since Jaehyun had a taste of you.

But you’re urging him on purpose. You’re doing this with an intent and he knows you are because you’re watching him so playfully like this was nothing out of the ordinary for you.

“Oh you’re back? What did you find?” You try to say as you bite the strawberry watching him from where you’re laying on the bed. You love seeing Jaehyun become shy.

Jaehyun’s ears became so red. You knew he was shy when his ears were bright red. It’s the first thing about him that’s gets completely flustered and it always gets him caught.

He clears his voice coming forward. He tried to remain composed. “What’s this you’re doing here?”

You were so sheepish. You were like the wolf in sheep’s clothing and he wasn’t sure how to handle this sight of you without completing losing his mind and going into this feral state. You roll the rest of the bathrobe off revealing now your back and a glimpse of your beautiful round shaped ass. He can’t help but flinch at the sight of you becoming naked. He really doesn’t know how he was able to stay calm at the same time not really you could tell he was having a war on the inside a little.

The only thing Jaehyun knows is that now he’s rock hard because of you and you’re about to fix that for him. He can’t go boat seeing with that happening in his pants.

“Oh nothing.” You shrug responding finally as you eat the Cherry out from the seed. Jaehyun’s dark gaze eyes following you silhouette on the bed and he moves on his own following you.

“It doesn’t look like a nothing. I think you’re seducing me here Y/n.”

He leans down to you closer with his face deeply speaking and you can tell he was finally catching onto you. You really want him to catch you. To fuck you. You can’t help but miss him incredibly much even though he was right in front of you and you’re watching him. It was hard to explain. Your body misses him for so many different ways.

“Okay maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?” You remark back to your husband who only gave you a single look before he lung forward to kiss you without sparing few words to you. He can’t help but in the kids feel ten times more lighter than before but the thing down below only throbs more with the way you kiss him back with so much desperation. Maybe the years you couldn’t do something like this made this situation even more thrilling and wonderful between you guys.

All the pent up frustration is about to be unleashed.

Your bodies aren’t strangers but the way they lapped round each other like a candle burning on flame creates the tension to rise and your bodies grew lighter and lighter almost like a cloud ascending on the sky. Even though your bodies are anything but strangers you feel like this was something you’re doing for the first time with him. It was a weird experience but something you love very much. Because it was Jaehyun doing this to you. Touching you with his graceful hands behind your back rubbing down the spine with the edge of the simple light fingertip touch enough to have you drawing moans across Jaehyun’s mouth.

As he kissed his wife with so much passionate he felt like he could make her ignite and burn happily with him. Their feelings were a catalyst to such a deep powerful makeout sharing between the lips. He feels like he could grow old with you, and he will. It was one of his deepest of wishes to grow old with you.

He is kissing you like he has no other purpose to live for other than you. Like you’re the only thing he needs to live for and with the craziness between your grinding bodies your husband pulls away ever so slightly going down your breasts that were covered with whipcream. He licks them clean, sucking on your skin loving the taste of how sweet your skin mixing in with the soft white whipcream contrasting your skin very well. He moans when your body suddenly moves reaching to grab the Cherry bowl and smirk putting on a cherry on one of your breasts.

He looks up at you sheepishly smirking as he knew you were only teasing him some more. It was a dangerous game to see Jung Jaehyun. “You taste so sweet.” He quotes lightly as he reaches down to bite the Cherry on your breast and you watch him eat it. Your smirk was the satisfaction of watching your husband do this. “Oh? Me or the Cherry.” You let out a soft laugh.

The man down below swallowing the cherry but leaving the seed out pushing it into the bowl on the side he soon meets your eyes and leans closer staring at your lips. “You.” He didn’t hesitate to say something before kissing your lips losing himself a little more into the kiss everytime he does this. You heard him speak between the kiss. “I always like the taste of you better than Milano.”

The time you and Jaehyun have a good time to be together spend the rest of the day whatever you guys want to do together. It’s something you both needed to unwind and relax. You don’t have to worry about your two boys you have together. They are the biggest pranksters. Those boys surely take after their father and you can’t help but think now you have three Jaehyun’s to take care of instead of one but you can’t complain because you love them. All three of them you love. You wouldn’t mind Jaehyun indulge a little more because you must be aware of how much he was enjoying the way he’s kissing you like this it’s been so long. He couldn’t even imagine how he survived not being able to kiss you in front of your sons together. He must’ve neglected you a little but now he will make it up to you.

Your hands were so eager that Jaehyun’s clothes disappeared in less than a minute. He couldn’t help but feel like he was not the only one so eager and desperate. You were beyond desperation now. He has you laid down as he was hovering above you. Your gazes never leave each other’s faces and you found yourself falling so much deeper for Jaehyun’s dark amber and brown eyes reflecting Milano’s light outside. The hotel was very expensive. The bed was huge and it can hold another four people in there. Your bodies have plenty of space but that wasn’t on your mind the both of you were so deeply influenced by your own pleasure and thoughts.

The moment came that you were both so eager. Jaehyun’s hard length was already thick but maybe you thought he got thicker. You don’t remember him being this thick and your eyes flush out when he sling himself inside you very slowly and carefully. You weren’t sure why this feeling was so intense for you. Maybe because It’s been such a long time, you weren’t used to Jaehyun’s size anymore, and somehow you found yourself slipping out many moans already for him. Jaehyun instantly goes down on you to kiss your cheek to comfort you. You were struggling to take him in for a minute or two but soon you calm down and you found yourself liking the way this was handled. He was always making sure you were comfortable. You found yourself getting pampered by Jaehyun’s soft and small kisses that were shortly placed around your face and cheeks.

“Shhh… it’s okay baby it will be okay in a few seconds.” Jaehyun rubs your cheeks with his thumb on the sides.

Your husband’s lips we’re probably more soft than clouds itself. They were very soft and you found them to be the perfect way to pamper and calm you down because you didn’t know anything more soft than Jaehyun’s amazing lips that leave you feeling so much more happier than before.

He would never leave you in pain, Jaehyun wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he hurt you in any shape or form.

In a way his entire presence was a drug that makes you happy. You don’t know the reason or the explanation as to why he makes you so happy but he just does. The things that make you happy in unexpected ways don’t need an explanation anyways; as long as they make you happy then you should enjoy it without needing answers.

You were always the type of suspicious person who wants answers to everything you have questioned in your head. But Jaehyun made you live in the moment and not to ask too many questions that need an answer because sometimes you don’t need it. When you started dating Jaehyun for the first time he taught you many things.

He taught you patience and he taught you how to enjoy life a little more. You did many things together that you can remember from the clip of your fingers if you had to. He really shaped your life and made it his own life too. And now you guys cannot live without one another.

Jaehyun took a glimpse of some whip cream on your beautiful flat stomach and he couldn’t help but smirk. He softly moved now and the length inside him feels rough round the edges but it certainly made you feel a sort of pleasuring way because you now feel an electric pulse running through your body as you gasp at the whole new sensation.

He leans down as he was rocking against you slowly and leisurely while he licks your stomach with his tongue round your navel. You gasp clenching your pillow that’s supporting underneath your bed. “Oh god… Jae…!”

You weren’t even sure what’s gotten into your husband but he started to make his own way with his long tongue down your breasts sucking on your nipples that are full of the soft sweeten cream. You never knew your husband could gently nibble on your skin too, especially your sensitive nipples, it leaves you arching your back.

Your moans were a reflection to your teasing. Maybe you shouldn’t of teased your husband so much because now he’s having his way with you and you can’t help but think Jaehyun’s paying you back for your silly actions. The cream was everywhere on your naked delicious body. He ends up addicted to it. To you. To the cream on your body. He loves licking you in places that leave you ticklish as well as an overwhelming stimulation your body going into an overload.

Jaehyun wraps an arm round your waist and switches the position around. He was now slanting on the long headboard with his back pressing against it and you having to straddling his lap as your hips push backwards and forward on his long length inside you making a home between your soft and equitable walls.

You let out a soft groan when Jaehyun grabs your waist squeezing it a little when he saw your dazed expression.

The hips clench round the muscular hands on your left and right hips as he held them down each thrust coming down like a meteor. The pleasure was so sweet and lingering it felt like a bright red fiery fire burning through your body down your chest and to the rest of your limbs. Your stomach was rubbing against the large length standing up inside your walls that close and close to the edge. You can’t believe it but you’re riding your husband as he was looking at you with a dark eye. You love how intense Jaehyun’s stare was and the way his breathing was heavy when he comes closer to softly kiss on your skin on your shoulder.

Sometimes he rubs the pressing lips on your dainty collarbones which drives you insane wherever his lips travel to.

Your head flew backwards a little when your thrusts only gotten more rough and harder to contain when moving even more frequently. Your bodies were getting to reconnect after so long you feel like it’s been decades. It was an exaggeration at the same time it made perfect sense to say that. When your head flung Jaehyun could only see your perfectly soft and beautiful neck of yours. Your veins were gently pinning on the edge and he loves seeing your neck clench because of the pleasure.

Jaehyun puts his palm on your throat and gently pulls you closer to look at him so he could capture your mouth into a heavenly passionate kiss. You moan into it as Jaehyun’s hands gently squeeze your neck as he suddenly starts fucking into you while he held you so tightly. He was squeezing you into the embrace as your skin and skin touching make so many noises brushing against to each other.

Your voice was hushed as he was squeezing your throat and so was your moans because your hotel room was now filled with your own bodies slapping on each other as well as the squelching walls of your wetness drowning Jaehyun’s cock deep inside you. You could tell he was trying so hard to make you orgasm and the wish came true.

You orgasm so much you lost count. Jaehyun certainly wasn’t going to stop there, it was Jaehyun after all. He never leaves you alone until you have three orgasms and until he can fill you up again and again until you are nothing but stuffed for the rest of the day.

He growls as his face was close to your ears he was very close and you could tell he was holding back because of his needless urge to have this contact with you become more longer. He didn’t want this to end. Jaehyun cannot get enough of you, your moans and the way your walls feel around his throbbing cock threatening to spill any minute now.

You choke out your sobbing moans. The pleasure was so great that it starts to form tears in your eyes. “O-oh god Jae…! It feels so good… don’t stop…” and Jaehyun never felt more to oblige to your demands. He whispers to your skin as if he was chanting a spell on you. “Mmm Y/n you’re so fucking beautiful when you’re like this… god I can’t get enough of you. You’d let me indulge a little more right?” He was asking you but at the same time you knew he would do that anyways.

Your mouth only slips out soft quiet noises and words such as ‘yes, yes you may’ or another ‘pleas’ to your husband. He knew you were completely out of it. You weren’t listening to yourself. You were only playing attention to the bodies speaking truth to each other as he was pleasuring you so much you feel your stomach become warm and churning at each sensation he crafts on you. As if you were like his pretty doll.

You could only nod mindlessly letting your husband take control and do whatever he wants to do. Whatever his heart desires, you desire it too.

“I’m going to fill you up. My pretty wife deserves to be full of my cum don’t you think? You want that? You want me to fill you up nice and full before we go on the sight seeing boat tour?”

You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the idea. You being full of his load when you’re in public doing a boat tour with other tourists on holidays? You can’t help but think it was such a perfect idea your husband had planted in your mind. You really want him to plant his seed now inside you.

All those possibilities that will cost you both. You know the chances are if he does do this and you couldn’t care any more about it. You love him so much that you grew pretty addicted to having your pussy full of him.

“Please… oh god… you do realise what the chances are if you do this right?” You whine at the idea and Jaehyun smirks looking at your face when he leans closer.

“Of course I do, why do you think I really want to do it?” Jaehyun chuckles deeply as he kisses your lips. Your eyes only fallen more and more in love with him. Jaehyun’s doing this because he wants another child and you can’t help but think, another child? You already have two sons.

But having another child inside you. Jaehyun’s child more specifically. It warms your heart and makes butterflies in your stomach become reborn.

“I really want to fuck another baby inside your perfect body…” Jaehyun seethes between his teeth harshly pulling from the kiss. “God… and you’d let me because you love me treating you like you’re nothing but my own cum bucket.”

He’s so right. You will let him have his way even if he doesn’t you let him eventually. You’re weak against him.

You whine when Jaehyun’s hands suddenly fall on your stomach touching it at the centre. He looks down at it observing how perfectly small and flat it was compared to the time he remembered you being pregnant with the boys. It feels like yesterday you were pregnant giving birth to your second son with him. It’s been only two years now and he can’t get enough of the idea having you pregnant walking around the house.

“Such a pretty stomach you have. You’d look so fucking amazing when you’re pregnant Y/n… oh god… something must be wrong with me. I really like seeing you pregnant.”

He loves seeing your stomach growing. He loves the excitement the pregnancy brings. You’re genuinely the happiest when you’re pregnant too. You never feel any less when you are. You’re glowing too. The pregnancy glow really makes you shine. The initial reaction to the gender reveals too. He can’t help it but share this part of like with you and you always wanted a big family. So did he.

But Jaehyun wouldn’t of expected himself to want to breed you so much and not get tired of it. He didn’t know he would have such a thing to start breeding you until he met you.

“Oh my god Jae…” You widen at his words. You weren’t expecting him to fully lose his mind at the idea. You knew he liked having children but you weren’t expecting him to get turned on seeing you look pregnant too.

Somehow you feel a sense of proudness when he tells you this. Not many people feel like they look the best when they are pregnant but Jaehyun never lets you have a day of rest until he compliments you enough.

“You really want to impregnate me.” You let out softly with a groan as his length was digging inside your walls deeply with each clenching reaction you have his tip pushing deep down in your stomach. You could feel him nearing your guts even. It was amazing how deep Jaehyun can really go in to your body and explore every edge.

“Mhm… so much… more than anything I ever wanted…” Your husband says.

Jaehyun groans. “I want to put a baby in you Y/n. Tell me you want me to? Tell me you want a baby just as much as me. Come on.” He said wanting you to tell him how much you want the idea.

He’s begging you to speak your mind loosely and freely and now he speeds up his thrusts. He starts to pound until his cock will loose all of its energy in the movement. You can’t help but rock against him and your body leaning on his chest as he was rutting in you like there wasn’t any singular purpose on his mind but to fill you up full of his load until you’re oozing out of him. Until he can see your pussy leaking.

You can’t help but do exactly as he tells you to. You obey him even though he was ruthlessly trying to breed you with his pelvis rutting on your hips and his hands pushing you down so you don’t slip out neither of his movement were planning to give you a break and a pause: you were getting bred and you loved every minute of it. Every movement he creates makes a longevity difference of your highs coming to an end.

You’re both chasing it. The same idea. The same dream.

Your voice comes out broken but it didn’t matter because Jaehyun can make out most of it. It was getting harder to speak out when he was ramming inside your walls harder. The fine tip of his thick girth-y cock pushes at the entrance of your womb ready to spillage. “Please! Please I really want it… I want a baby… please Jaehyun give it to me… give me a baby… i only want your babies… all of them.”

And you did. You really want all of them no matter how many he wants you’ll be a kind wife and let him have so many even if it was too much. Jaehyun really didn’t deserve you however. He feels like you’re such a good wife you let him get away with everything. But he pampers you in return for making his dream come true.

The dream of having a big family was all thanks to you. Jaehyun can rest in peace knowing he can have that all because of your kindness.

Jaehyun makes a pausing groan for a second as he feels his cock twitch releasing his liquid inside your warm walls. He can feel your walls become soft and loose because of how warm his liquid overtakes your body. You can feel the stuffiness of his cock sliding out once he orgasmed and you feel the same fullness of him inside you even though he was no longer inside your walls. You whine at the feeling it was so addicting your remember this feeling so well.

You let out a tired soft smile as you watch him slowly push you on the side of the bed laying you down to rest as he sat up slightly breathing heavily.

You chuckle. “So the boat tour, You think we have time to make it?” Jaehyun smirks looking at the time. You both have relatively ten minutes to make it to the front lobby.

“We can if we hurry. Can you walk love or do you want me to carry you?” Jaehyun playfully retorts as he leans closer capturing a soft kiss on your head.

You show him a joking glare at him and a small pout. “I can walk just fine.” He saw you getting up wobbling — in fact you cannot walk just fine.

“Mhm… I can see that.” Jaehyun chuckled a little as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You were picking out your clothes quickly and he takes a whiff of your hair it smells so sweet. “Y/n… thank you for making this Milano trip special.”

You chuckle finding his sudden words of gratitude to be very wholesome but shocking because it was so sudden and out of nowhere. “Baby it’s nothing to thank me for. I wanted us to have fun too. Let’s have more fun at the sight seeing alright?” You kiss his cheek and Jaehyun swore he could melt right there.

You’re so understanding. He wasn’t sure how he found someone as perfect for him as you are.

He’s so glad you’re the one he’s spending Milano Love with.

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technologyculturedneo · 9 months

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Scented Poison: Poison That Spreads (Pt 2)

Jaemin ft Jaehyun

Words. 19k

SYNOPSIS. Your mind is imbedded on Na Jaemin. You can't stop thinking about it, especially now that you have his number. It was supposed to be merely a one night stand (even though you had already done it twice with the man that was not your husband), yet you've found solitude and refuge in crawling back to your friend's husband, Jaemin, with your legs wide open. However your infidelity is challenged by the reoccurring presence of your husband, Jaehyun who begins paying attention to your needs. Your only problem is that you've let Jaemin somewhat in your heart, you've let the poison of him sink into you.

WARNING(s). Longshot. Smut (infidelity, car session, consensual, rough/dominant, submissive, dry humping). Angst (guilty).

Masterlist: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Jaemin gave you his contact after the lunch break, well, he left it on a piece of paper telling you to call him whenever you’d feel needy. That was two weeks and a half back. You promised yourself that you would not dare to call his number especially after that steamy quickie in the café washroom… However his number was no longer on the piece of paper he gave, but instead for some sexual reason, it’s on your phone contacts. You wouldn't call him, is what you kept telling yourself. You wouldn't betray your husband by letting another man in between your legs again. Even though you already did so. Two times now.

But tonight, in this moment as your breath heaves with desire, you finish your meal and rest in your night gown and robe visualizing and feeling needy. You can't help but miss Jaehyun more and more. If you remember correctly, you were never sex deprived when he started staying late at work, you were just restlessly restless. You wanted him, needed him but slowly as he drifted to work you forced yourself to be on bay. But ever since Jaemin…

It's awakened your desires that you had put to sleep. As you make your way to your room and rest on your bed your eyes stare heavily with lust at the clock. Jaemin’s number forming in your head, and your legs crossing in desire. You gasp out when it reach 11pm. Your gaze rests on your phone screen and at Jaemin's number, you can't help it when your legs clench together creating friction around your womanhood. You can just call Jaehyun and do as you did back then, seduced him to come home. But knowing him now, you know his phone is off. Free of distraction. Which is fine, he needs to work anyway. The only one now, who can give it to you is…

"Jaemin," You breath out as he finally answers the call after several rings.

"I was wondering when you'd call me," You hear him and feel that there's a smile on his face. "Are you alone?"

"Mhm,"

"Are you wet?"

One question and already you feel so soaked. "Mhm,"

"Let me hear you moan."

On command the moan leaves your lips. It surprises you more than it should, but you rest on your headboard. Suddenly your hand has a mind of its own and swarms up your thigh to the opening of your silk night dress. Jaemin chuckles, it's enough for you to rub yourself listening to his husky voice. The moment you finger touches the sleek and smooth wetness of your throbbing core, you desperately rub your fingers around the little nob- earning Jaemin’s ears a wave of satisfying moans.

He groans on the call edging you more. “Fuck baby, you’re really touching yourself to the thought of me? To the sound of my voice?” Jaemin chuckles humming out with his raspy voice. "How does that feel?"

You moan out again, keeping the phone close to your ear as your legs part and bend with your other hand slipping inside your throbbing core. You feel your heat and roll your eyes shut, remembering Jaemin’s fingers entering inside of you and slurping as he rampaged on your pussy with such unknown speed. You try to resemble the act, and instantly your hand runs on speed and the only sound heard in the room is slurps of your fingers pounding into yourself. You gasp and moan allowed.

“Say my name baby, fuck, say it, let me hear you,” Jaemin pants out, and you can only guess that he’s at work palming himself or even rubbing himself as you hear his husky breaths turn into grunts of pleasure.

“Jaemin ah,” You moan aloud, your legs closing up with your own hand still speeding up. “Jaemin~” You exhale out your eyes trying to open as you try to picture his face on your mind.

"I wanna see what you're doing. You’re driving me crazy with your moans," He says. "I'm gonna cut the call to video call you instead, do you think you can prepare for me something delicious?"

“Mhm,” You hum out, slowing down, hearing your own heart trying to calm down.

Making the decision for him, you cut the call quick and wait for him while you slowly rub yourself. A name pops up on the screen and immediately you answer it meeting his thirsty face. As expected he’s in his work clothes, he seems to be in a secluded area as you hear low music playing. He grins seeing your own flustered face.

What are doing? You shake your head lowering the phone shamefully down to show of your figure in the pink silky night dress. Jaemin's face lights up and his mouth waters before he quickly puts on his earphones.

"Are you gonna touch yourself for me?" He asks. "I know you like it hard so go ahead and place three digits in your wet pussy, fuck."

It's already bad, so you continue.

11:09 pm

Chae-won gets up from her seat the time it reaches 11pm. She closes her laptop and places it in her bag along with her notepad and some money that was in an envelope. In her hand she holds some of the folders that her boss, Jaehyun wanted.

Sometimes she wonders why she stays this late with him. He had given her the will to clock out the same time as everyone else which was at 6:30 pm. But still even with his assurance to leave she stayed. She remembers that the first few times she'd stay because she wanted maintain a good work ethics and profile but as time stretched onwards it became a habit.

She presses the intercom button speaking onto the little mic. "Sir, you said I should drop these papers before I leave."

A long dragging silence makes itself known to her ears before he responds at last. "Enter."

She also wonders why he never uses the intercom if he installed it for himself to communicate with her. She opens up the door spotting him sitting near the large open view with his laptop.

"Are you leaving now?" He asks not lifting up his eyes to meet her.

"Yes sir. Oh, Mr Kun called and said the oud test samples are out and that whenever you can you should drop by."

Jaehyun nods his head. "You can leave the papers on my desk. Remind me first thing in the morning to go over to him."

"Yes sir." She nods her head walking to his desk placing the folders down neatly. She smiles to herself that his desk looked less cluttered and a bit organized. At night his office looked nice and a bit dim with the table lamp arched upwards to give light. He preferred using the lamp rather than the ceiling light. It had a more sensual feel rather than work feel, but Chae-won wouldn’t say that out loud. In his office he could dim the lights or make them bright, but it seemed he liked it when it was on low light. When she turns to where he is, she understands why he likes the lights low.

Because the view of the city light, the city looked so beautiful at night. A surreal cyberpunk aesthetic. Neon lights reflect off the buildings and street signs that glow orange against the dark sky. The sound of lonely distant cars whizzing by is almost hypnotic. It is hard not to get caught up in it all. The glass wall view definitely a stunning installment to his whole office "Wow,"

Jaehyun's ears perk up by her little expression and he turns his head to her. She was struck so much by the beauty of the outside that when her attention turned back to him, his eyes are still on her. "Can I… take a picture of it?"

Jaehyun removes his glasses not having a clue of what she's talking about. "Of what?"

"The view outside."

His eyebrow raises and he turns around. For some reason, the view that he's grown so accustomed to looks so different tonight. He's slightly gob smacked by its appearance.

It was beautiful and right in front of him but he didn't even notice.

"It's beautiful isn't?" She asks rhetorically.

He gets up from his seat taking his laptop with him, walking the long way to his table to take a look at the documents she brought in. Curiously he looks up seeing her still fascinated and infatuated by the view of the city below.

"You really like it don't you?"

She nods her head. He then looks outside sitting on the side of his desk looking outside too. He takes out his phone from his pocket removing it from plane mode. "Don't you like it sir?"

"It's spectacular." He remarks.

Chae-won nods her head being glad when seeing him moving off the table a little closer to the view. Not only is the view wonderful but so is the size of his phone and the quality she thinks, it brings the picture out more.

Jaehyun then turns to her with a wondering look. Chae-won blushes a little by his soft look and not his cold gaze. "How do you go home at this time of night? Transport? Last time I saw you walk,"

"I walk sir," she nods her head. "I walk to the train station and wait for the midnight train. I should get going,"

Jaehyun frowns a little. "But it's dangerous."

"I've got pepper spray in my bag so it's not that dangerous," she tries to joke but his face doesn't change.

He looks down to his phone before placing it to his ear. "Where are you? Figured so. I need you to drop my assistant at home,"

Her eyes widen and she's frozen. Just two weeks ago he said that they weren't friends and she shouldn't even consider it as a thought. But slowly he has been a little bit more… attentive to her.

He cuts the call and looks to her. "Forgive me for deciding that without your consent. I can't let you walk anymore. It's not safe out there. Haven't you been following the news?"

Oh right. The loose serial killer. Haven't really been paying attention to the news, especially since she got home around 1am and would have to sleep to get up early again around 5am.

"Thank you sir. Thank you very much."

He heads back to his table. "You remember Taeyong right?"

"The one-night stand guy."

Jaehyun's lips twitch a little to a smile and Chae-won's heart warms. "Yes him. He'll be downstairs waiting for you. Tell him where you live and he'll drop you directly. You can trust him, only with your address. Otherwise, don't be fooled by his eyes."

"Thank you sir." Chae-won bows her head with a pleased smile taking her leave. Once she's gone Jaehyun gets his phone out.

Jaehyun: Picture attached I promise that one of these nights we'll be together enjoying this view I love you

After sending the text message, his smile grows and he thinks about you. Seeing you for the first time in a long time, he was reminded of how nervous he was when looking at you. Your eyes were still so youthful and beautiful. From the moment he met you, he had always been attracted to your eyes. Your soul. The second he got the courage to speak to you and hear how you laughed, he knew that he'd work hard to get you to be his. Your beauty and soul was what he wanted. Your goddess looks graced his entire being and when you finally said yes to him, he was truly at his happiest in his entire life…you were all for him. He wanted nothing but the best for you.

And that's his motivation. Every day when waking up, he always remembers his promise, his promise to grace you with the world. Seeing you that day only filled him with worry that you’d leave him if he failed to accomplish or fulfill his promise. Which is why he worked hard?

He looks back to his work allowing the thoughts of you to linger on for a couple of minutes before working again. This was the last bet he would place on his company. If it sold well he would be a billionaire and would be able to spend and eternity with you every day. He double taps his laptop getting back to work.

Meanwhile Chae-won meets with Taeyong and he’s a gentleman with her. She speaks her address and he begins driving with low jazz in the background.

"Were you really waiting for him downstairs?" She asks capturing his attention.

Taeyong looks at her frame through the rearview mirror smiling. "This is his car. I'm stealing it."

"Please tell me you're joking," Chae-won's eyes worriedly looks at him.

Taeyong chuckles. "You really are at his feet. I was kidding. I wouldn't steal from the love of my life. I'm just borrowing his car for now. I was in the coffee shop doing some work when he called."

"Oh, so you're also an all-nighter,"

Taeyong smiles. "I don't have it as bad as your boss. He's the king in all night work."

"Mhm," She nods her head. "His goal is his wife. To spend more time with her."

"That's what he told you I bet. At least he's mentioned her." he smirks. "I still believe that he's scared. Have you seen his wife?"

"No," Chae-won shakes her head feeling worried for her boss. "Is she a bad person?"

"No, god no. No, never. How did I make it sound?"

Chae-won shrugs her shoulders. "You said he's scared."

"Not scared of her. Does he look like the type to be scared?" Taeyong poses. "She's a dime. Gorgeous is her middle name. She’s gorgeously sexy, is what I mean. A real eye catcher if you meet her. I remember the first time I met her, I wanted her so badly, but he had somehow already captured her heart. And believe me, he had nothing to impress her with. Nothing. He had nothing. When I say nothing, I'm talking dry even on a rainy season. No money, no parents, nothing fancy, nada. Not even a great sense in fashion. In fact, his past self could never even compare to who he is now. She encouraged him a lot to study and work hard and to go back to school, helped him with money and the icing on top of it, supported him. I still wonder what he wooed her with,"

"She sounds like a goddess, wow. Seems like a perfectly fit package," Chae-won nods her head. "I wanna meet her. I should get tips from her too. Is she kind?"

Taeyong nods his head. "Extremely. If you'd meet her today and got to know her you'd think she's two different people. Her outward appearance deceives who she really is. She's purely and whole heartedly warm, but looks like a temptress on the outside." Taeyong begins chuckling by himself. "I remember on their wedding day, Jaehyun kept shaking his head asking what he did to deserve her, and if he even deserved her."

Chae-won smiles hearing how her boss was timid and shy around his wife. "I'd like to see him like that,"

"Too bad. It's only reserved for her. No one else makes him happy like her," he bursts her bubble catching her eye in the mirror. "There's always that one person who has that effect."

She keeps her gaze locked on his sinful eyes, desiring him to keep looking at her. But she snaps herself out of those thoughts. Thinking about her boss's warning. It wouldn't hurt to have a one night stand with him, right? She'd never see him again after all.

After a couple of minutes driving through the quiet streets he finally stops the car according to where the GPS locates her medium fair house.

"I know it's really late but," She drags her words out slowly hoping he'd come in. "Would you like to come in for a little bit, cup of tea maybe," she opens her door looking back to him.

He wasn't watching her. "Thanks for the offer but I don't usually… Stay."

"I don't mind. Just for tonight," her words sincere.

Taeyong's eyes meet hers through the mirror before he turns around. "Don't you remember what your boss said about me?" He looks up and down her body biting his lip averting his eyes away from her when sensing that the atmosphere had somehow changed and she wasn’t talking about tea anymore. "He's not lying. Especially at night."

"You were so kind already, thought maybe you wouldn't escalate to that," Chae-won already leaves leaving Taeyong alone in his thoughts. "Thank you Taeyong, for the ride,"

Even if she wanted him. She had class and dignity in herself, as much as a one-night stand sounded really good, there would be a fall somewhere.

After receiving that message from Jaehyun, you immediately switched off your phone cutting the video chat on Jaemin. Your whole heart beating with such excessive speed. You fix yourself, my lips trembling heavily and you can’t even understand why. One minute you were desperate and horny, the next your heart was melted and you left Jaemin high and dry. But your soul missed the night spent with Jaehyun.

Your soul mourns for him and the terrible things you did yet again to him. If he's cheating like Haera always assumes…then he wouldn't have sent that… right? Where’d this view even come from? You bite your lips trying hard to justify your act with the thought that Jaehyun is cheating on you. But even though you say it in your head, your heart knows that Jaehyun is loyal as a dog to his owner. Your thumb has a mind of its own when you press the call button, expecting that Haera was right. Unexpectedly your heart skips a beat when he picks up after the first ring. You blink and your eyes widen in surprise.

To your surprise… He’s in his office, instead of in some secretarial place Haera always assures him to be in.

"Hey honey,” Jaehyun smiles lightly when seeing you. “You're awake till now?"

When he asks that, all that’s going through your head is that you literally videoed yourself in your most vulnerable parts to another man. Your face gets hot when nothing leaves your mouth except a little gasp. Fuck Haera. Fuck her for filling your thoughts with such… Quickly catching the look of concern coming on Jaehyun’s face you clear your throat. You don’t want to disturb him, and also because you’re afraid he might notice something in your eyes like guilt, neither do you want to hang up because just through the screen alone, you somehow feel connected to him… and all the bad you did seconds ago washes away. His eyes a haven of peace. “I got your text,” You simply say, a smile growing on your lips. “The view is beautiful.”

He smiles and turns his phone to the side showing where the view came from. His office. After a while he turns the phone back to himself. “You should be sleeping right now,”

“I know,” You tilt your head looking into his eyes that are tired yet have a glint of determination, probably from work. “But I missed you,”

He looks down with a chuckle escaping his lips too. “I missed you too.”

“Will you be back soon?”

He hums and looks around at his desk. “I’ve got a little bit left to do,” Which is a lie, he had decks left. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back home sooner then you know,”

"Can I watch you work?" You ask laying down on the bed leaving your bedside lamp on while the room's light is off. "I won't make noise,"

He watches you lay down and you gently smile at him placing the phone against the lamp table and your bed so that it can still show your face. The smile that carves his face never leaves even when he does the same thing, placing his phone somewhere and looking back at you.

"You're supposed to be working," You speak softly falling for his eyes and how intensely their on you.

He chuckles. "You're supposed to be sleeping,"

"I'll sleep better watching you,"

And so it is. When his eyes leave yours to continue his work you slowly start to drift feeling his presence someway. Once in a while he'd turn his head to look at you and you’d prey your eyes open for him to see you throwing a small smile, which he’d return back. Until you could no longer keep your eyes open and laid still falling into a slumber.

You heard his voice, muffled away in the distance but it was still loud and clear. "Goodnight my love,"

The next morning when you wake up, your phone isn't by its usually spot so you turn around on the bed and of course it’s empty but instead there are two boxes on the bed and a card under the blanket.

You first pick up your phone to check the time but the wallpaper catches your attention first. It’s him and you, together. You’re sleeping and he’s got his lips pressed to your cheek looking into the camera. Butterflies erupt from your stomach seeing how handsome he looks being next to you. Instantly you smile opening up your phone going to gallery. Where you see a bunch of photos taken at night and a little video. You click on the video and it's so quick with him looking at your sleeping figure and turning back to the camera trying to take a picture but realizing it's a video instead before cutting it.

The boxes under the blanket are both wrapped in black milky way galaxy wrappers. You pick the note up reading it as a smile draws on your face.

I thought of spoiling you galaxy style

The bigger looking box is mine ♡

The other small medium sized box is from a special sponsor

Love you

Jaehyun

After reading the note, you chuckle a little deciding to save the best gift for last. Your fingers pick up the first medium sized box, pulling off the wrappers getting a look at the gift, your mouth immediately drops seeing the SAMSUNG GALAXY camera box and it's design is in a beautiful milky way form. There's a note from the company of SAMSUNG GALAXY.

To: Mrs Jung

Hey there! We've been tracking you down since your awesome blog posts flew rocket high in the media.

We'd like to sponsor you for your next content.

Here's a little gift from the SAMSUNG family

Be sure to reach out to us

Keep up the good work

~thank you~

If by now your jaw hadn't dropped, then it surely did now. The camera you already owned was the latest Polaroid and took really nice looking pictures but this time with the SAMSUNG camera you can absolutely die from realistic quality. Plus, the pay from being sponsored and being recognized from your blog! Being a part time housewife and freelancer photographer at home had it’s benefits of you working at home building a platform of pictures to post on your platforms.

You set it aside reaching for the next box which is not so small, but has Jaehyun’s strong scent on it. Of course it has his signature brand aroma, which is so appealing. It's basically like he said, bigger box. You tear off the wrapper mentally dying. "Oh my! Apple!"

You open up the box seeing various sizes of apple products. “He's so- oh my goodness. Jaehyun,” You moan.

You take out the little gift card that's simply signed by Jaehyun- that is your husband. You giggle taking out the different types of boxes going over them. The apple watch series x, the iPad pro and it's keyboard that attaches onto the iPad, then there's an apple pencil, a clear case for of course- the new iPhone max 18 pro- “I'm definitely dead now.” You laugh.

"Have a good day at work," Taeyong retorts from the driver's seat and Chae-won nearly has a meltdown seeing Mark walking up the stairs of the building. Great. Now she was as late as he.

"Thanks Taeyong," She opens up the door but Taeyong's quick in holding onto her arm.

She turns back and meets his happy eyes. "Shall we do that again next time,"

Chae-won's cheeks heat up and she looks away with a little smile. "I thought you never stayed."

"You’re an exception," he mentions.

She lets out a breathless yet nervous laugh quickly getting out the car. "I'll think about it. But right now I'm really late. Jaehyun will kill me,"

"He'll maybe kill you after the meeting," Taeyong starts the engine of the car.

"Meeting? Shoot! Thank you for driving me," She rushes out the car jogging up the stairs in her mini hills as she dashes towards the elevator that's held open by Mark.

"Hey latecomer," he grins. "Fancy seeing you here at this time. Late alarm?"

"Something like that," she sighs. "He's gonna kill me,"

"That's a tough position to imagine yourself in." Mark remarks. "I like the new fragrance you have on,"

"What?"

"The scent of a boss." Mark dramatically poses making her laugh.

The elevator ride is long but lucky Mark works at 30th floor, while she had to go up all the way to the 40th floor. She prepares herself mentally ready for Jaehyun’s cruel words for today, she was hoping that he'd never have to be on a bad foot with her again, but yet here she is again.

The elevator door opens wide and before she can exit, Jaehyun enters, stone cold as always not even paying mind and pressing the door to a close. "You're already late might as well head to the meeting."

Aside from his low tone, his anger is also evident.

"I'm so sorry sir. It'll never happen again." She apologizes handing him his coffee that she always brings when he arrives.

"Mhm." He answers not believing her but takes the coffee anyway. His nose picks up on a smell, a smell that shouldn't be with any of them now. He then turns to her with a confused burning look.

"Sir?" Chae-won quickly gets out her notepad ready to write down whatever it is he wanted to say.

"You smell like Taeyong."

Her cheeks redden and she looks away avoiding his eyes. Meanwhile it only takes Jaehyun a second to figure out that Taeyong had something to do with her being late. He shakes his head getting off the elevator when it reaches the floor they were going to.

He's greeted by many of his colleagues as they respectfully bow just as others greet him. Jaehyun as usual passes little to no greetings at all, but this time the greetings that he does pass are cold and threatening. Either way, his main priority is getting in the board meeting room. He passes his phone and planner towards Chae-won as she takes her usual seat by the corner (with her set up of a little desk) of the vast board meeting room that rapidly gets full as soon as Jaehyun arrives.

"I would say good morning but there's nothing good about this morning." He spits out bitterly, addressing everyone. "I bring forth two types of news, bad and worse."

Shoulders in the room slowly begin to slump and upright sitters shrink in their seats feeling a heavy silence penetrating through the air. Chae-won just as everyone else in the room knew what this meant, that their dear superior was not going to be a 'happy' soul for the next coming weeks.

Chae-won glances down at Jaehyun's phone that brightens up as he's talking. The caller ID named the person calling: ♡ Darling. This must be his wife, Chae-won quickly sends a quick system personalized message explaining he's in a meeting. Moments later a text message comes in and it makes Chae-won smile in response.

Darling: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much! I cannot express how thrilled I am over a message but I really really am! Thank you so much. I feel like a child on Christmas, but maybe 10 times more than the average kid. I absolutely love both the gifts, I love yours more. Thank you for always spoiling me I hope your meeting goes well, if not then you know you can call me (if you want and if it's not going to take up your time) I love you

She closes his phone feeling all the weight of his phone. At times having access to his phone and other personal stuff as his planner or glasses was something really scary for her. One wrong move and her life would be toasted.

She opens up his planner to today's meeting beginning to tick off all the things he's spoken about. She reads onto the other things he's going to say and her heart drops. The company lost a sum of 1- 15 million! Oh crap, this would definitely be news to everyone's ears.

"I could fire your entire department!" He bursts to the salesmen from the 13th floor capturing all their attention. Jaehyun never yelled or forced his voice out but today was different, the boss is boldly enraged that fire burn through his eyes. He was sending everyone to hell with his eyes. "How could you all be sleeping on our prized investor! 10 million gone like that. You said you had it covered. That I should leave it in your hands. You gave me your word Johnny. I believed in you. What went wrong?"

She crosses off the tragedy of the loss listening on as the news gets from bad to worse- what could be worse than losing millions, say maybe a burnt fragrance factory in one of the region's largest area's- that was in the hands of a careless manager, another set of millions off the company's hands as well as messy publicity. All this in just the little spans of the early mornings.

"If I need to do it all by myself, I will and I can. I started by myself and managed, I can finish it all by myself." Jaehyun warns with daring eyes. "And believe you me, I will fire everyone, starting with all you managers. Do your jobs or else you'll push me to measures that I'll be more than happy to take."

Silence.

"Is that all or is there more?" He addresses out and Chae-won knows he's talking to her.

She immediately stands up reading his planner, being slightly confused. "The name Na Jaemin is on the list, sir."

He lets out a sigh closing his eyes. When he opens them his eyes narrow to one of the managers, the youngest manger in the whole room. "Jungwoo. Your time and reign as manager of infrastructure ends today. I am demoting you-"

"S-sir-" the youngest interrupts already gaining a strong glare from the boss.

"If you can't even do the simplest of things as underlying the base or foundation of this company what makes you think you'll move up the ranks a-"

"I can- I can work hard. I promise-"

"Cut me off again." Jaehyun dares. "Do that and see what happens."

Jungwoo shamefully sits down maintaining the rest of his pride.

"You're being replaced by Na Jaemin. All your questions, suggestions and feedback to this meeting please see to it that you book an appointment with my assistant within an hour from now. Meeting adjourned."

Jaehyun is the first to leave the room leaving glum, lamented and distressed faces. Chae-won gets up from her seat heading to the front of the long table whereby his seat is- he hardly even sat down for this meeting- taking his coffee and rapidly following him and his quick pace still with her laptop bag, his planner journal, glasses, phone and coffee. She makes it just on time in the elevator with him and he lifts the weight off her hands taking his planner and glasses moving along other pages of his notes.

"I don't like the coffee. It's cold." He responds when she tries to give it to him.

"Sorry sir." She keeps the coffee. "You said I should remind you to speak to Mr Kun." And she gestures to his phone. "Sir you also had a call."

He looks at his phone in her hands before focusing back on his planner. "I have more pressing matters to attend to."

She wants to pip in that it's his wife, instead of the Dean of affairs, but the silence is provoking. She builds up enough courage to face him but at the same time not scream. "Sir it's your wi-"

The way his head turns sharply to her cause her lips to seal shut. "I fired a manager just now. Don't let that be your fate too."

"Yes sir." She gulps drawing the phone back to her comforts.

You sit by the lounge area with your new iPad pro and keyboard after seeing it to your laptop and working on a duel screen, working on your blog space feedback section and editing a current picture on the other side. At the same time, your phone sits comfortably on its little plush pillow as you wait for a reply from Jaehyun.

He doesn't reply during work hours but considering the fact that he made your morning you’re sure he'll at least check on you. But patience, patience is the key and if you sit here really patient then the universe can give you what you want. Which is your husband's attention. Even if 4 hours have already passed, you still wait.

Your clients/reviewers really have been liking the new dark aesthetic concept, but a lot of them want something more, something darker, something more sinister and tacky. The only thoughts you can reverse to is on Jaemin… Your life can’t get more dark then Jaemin being in it. He is sin. He is poison. The dirty sin you try to wipe away but can't stop thinking about.

And it's not like you think about him in a loving way, it's just he's the only one giving your needy legs what you need. Is this what adultery feels like?

Your phone vibrates and immediately you pick it up knowing it's from Jaehyun. Your smile slowly fades from your lips leaving nothing by the air around to be dry, wet and sweaty.

Long, thick and throbbing, sharp with veins and promising as if inviting you to a big and very wild and extremely night. Why would Jaehyun send this very not so like him picture of his dick? You quickly avert your eyes to the contact name, a short breath leaving your lips. It's Jaemin's.

Haera's husband: That's how hard I was last night after your very short yet sexy performance I thought of sending it late at night, but I'm well aware you have a husband He wouldn't like what he saw He would've been jealous ;p

You chuckle a little closing your legs tight trying not to peak at the photo.

Haera's husband: Can I call? Video call?

Me: Yes

Immediately when the message is received, his name pops up on the screen and you answer it. If only Jaehyun could respond fast like that. Jaemin is in some sort of cafe and sipping on his mug, that probably has beverage.

"Hey sexy,"

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and you avoid his eyes. You’ve just shown this man your entire self- THREE TIMES! And one of them was through the phone, he's seen it all and he's not even your husband- yet for some odd reason, both your woman hood and nipples perk up by his smile. "Hi." You pip out.

"What're you shy about?" He chuckles. "You weren’t so shy last night showing me your all. Are you going to show me again?"

You shake your head rolling your eyes- this feels very dangerous chatting with him but you like the tingles of excitement peeking up in you. “Why are you so happy?”

“Come on,” Jaemin pouts playfully. “I’ll tell you if you show me something- actually forget that, I just got promoted to management!” Jaemin with so much thrill expresses.

“Management you said,” You chuckle snapping your fingers as an applaud. "Good for you, congratulations,” You smile genuinely. “Is that something you’ve always wanted to achieve?”

Jaemin is stunned by the question and retreats back in his seat with a little smile. “Well�� I mean, it’s not what I’ve wanted, but it’s something Haera’s high list of priorities wants from me. So I guess yes, this is something I’ve wanted to achieve for a really long time,”

Somehow that makes you frown, yet you maintain a smile on your face. “Haera’s high list of priorities,”

Jaemin chuckles. “You know, make her live the same way she used to live when she was married to that wealthy Donghyuck. Big houses in every part of the world, many cars from all over the world, world-wide recognition, a high list profile of getting invited to diners and gatherings all over the world, going on vacations every single weekend, more love whatever that means and good sex. So far, the only thing I’ve got going on in that list is good sex.” Jaemin mummers, and you can literally see the smile struggling to stay on his lips. He snaps out of it immediately, the smile drawing back on his face. “If I can make her happy like he did, then I’m sure I won’t be just another guy she can replace,”

“Regardless of what she thinks,” You start and flash him your most pure hearted smiles, making sure to look into the lenses of the camera to let him know that you’re focused on him. “I’m proud of you. Your efforts got you promoted. I’m sure you’ve worked hard in your day job. I can see how thrilled you are, so I know that despite doing this for Haera, you’re also proud of your achievement. So congratulations Jaemin, I am happy for you. But hey, I thought you were the owner of that very exquisite bar down town,"

He smirks. "I thought I was gonna get a treat right there,”

"There you go again, not answering me. You’re such a hard worker, day job and owning your very own night club? That’s boss right there,” You let out a light laugh, making him feel warm. “Unless, you aren’t really the entrepreneur of that fantastic steamy night club,”

"I am the owner of Faded Fantasies. My true passion resides in business though, so even though I’m a bartender by night, by day I’m focused and fixed under pressure. I’d like to grow Faded Fantasies, into something big you know," Jaemin smiles, surprised that he’s just shared that with you. “It sounds unreachable but I can only dream so far you know,”

“You wanna make millions?” You’re charmed, by how shy yet bold he’s trying to appear. What you see, is a young man trying to reach for his dreams.

Jaemin flashes a smirk and nods his head. “Corny right,”

“No, it’s not corny.” You instantly say shaking your head and appearing with another smile. “That’s a dream that you believe in. And your drive shouldn’t wither at all, look at this great milestone you’ve just achieved. This is a starting step for you, you’re learning and applying your skills into your night job. You’re doing a great job, and I believe in you,” You throw in your supportive fist.

“You believing in me, makes me feel really good,” Jaemin nods his head feeling more courageous. "The more money, the more I can afford. The more I can attract you,"

"I'm not attracted by money, I've got all the money I need," You find yourself bragging, flaunting your husband's money.

"Right," he smiles. "I know what attracts you. Good hip game,"

"My husband's got that too,"

"Oh really?" He raises his brow. "So what's missing?"

You bite your lip. "His presence."

"Oh so that’s why I'm here. To shower your pretty little pussy with so much attention." His gaze gets steamy. "What do you say about that?" His voice gets husky, just as his smirk intensifies. “Show me something,”

“I’m only doing this as motivation. This is a gift for you,” You gulp biting your fingernail before your hand slowly trails down your chest in between your cleavage gently sliding your finger past your milky skin. You slowly open up the first button of your blouse and the second button… and the third…your other hand making sure that the camera is only on your chest area exposing your bra. You watch his needy eyes grow with lust, loving the effect you’re having on him you undo your entire shirt opening it up him to see.

"That's some high quality fine-"

You rapidly cover your chest with your shirt just as Jaemin slams his phone on the table giving you nothing but a black view.

"I think you forgot that you're in public," A man he's with comments. "Was that Haera?"

"Uhhh. Mhm." Jaemin stutters a little. "That was her."

"Well then." The man speaks up and it seems like he's trying to take the phone but Jaemin reacts and holds it tighter to his chest, since all you see is his white blouse. It must be their lunch break. "I also want to see how gorgeous her racks are. Is that a picture? You said she did a little flash for the crowd in the bar last night?"

"Don't you even go their Mark. She ruined my whole mood last night. Thankfully, I had another distraction," Jaemin groans while talking to the man called Mark. You can remember him from the last time you were out with Haera. He's the man who offered you guys lunch. "Where's Chae-won?"

"In hell. She's afraid to leave the office in case she might get fired. Her words. Did you hear what happened? The huge loss? Oh wait, heard you just got promoted, congrats man. There pressures on you now,"

“Tell me about it,” Jaemin positions the phone to just his face. "Let me kiss your boobs goodbye,"

"Don't you dare kiss your phone," Mark warns.

“Why can’t I kiss my promotion gift goodbye?” You try not to chuckle aloud but place the phone to your breast and he smiles and kisses them and whispers a quiet ‘bye’ cutting the call.

You quickly smile after cutting the call but your smile freezes for a second seeing there's another video call from… ♡ Baby Jae ♡

You finger hesitates as your eyes wonder around when realization dawns that you were enjoying your time with Jaemin. From one sin to the next. You gulp nervously and answer the call seeing him with his eyes closed and him rubbing his head as if in stress. "Hey,” Your voice comes out soft. “You look stressed? Did the meeting not go well?"

"Hmmm." His eyes open and he looks so tired and frustrated but keeps his cool when his eyes meet your. "Did I call at a bad time? You're…" His irked expression turns to one of being flushed as he chokes a little on his words gesturing to his shirt.

You quickly look down remembering that you were supposed to close your blouse. You rush to closing it up your cheeks flushing red- what the hell were you thinking when opening these for Jaemin? You look back into the phone screen seeing his amused smile. "Sorry about that, uh. Some water fell and I quickly changed but then you called. I'm decent again…" You smile feeling guilty but it quickly turns genuine when you’ve managed to bring him a quick smile from his tight face…even if it's a lie. "But I bet me buttoning up my shirt was just the distraction you needed,"

"The best one yet," he nods his head his lip tugging to a little smirk. "Especially when you held onto the phone and buttoned your shirt up. For some reason everything was so much clearer and… bigger,"

"Like it was in your face," I add with a proud smile. "That is the power of a high quality phone,"

"You're already using your gift?"

You switch the camera's showing him your little working area with the galaxy camera and iPad and apple pencil. "You mean gifts, plural. I absolutely love them all so much. I wish I could just give you a big kiss to thank you so much. I'm feeling merry,"

"Brings me joy when I see you happy," he says with a hypnotic smile. "Always,"

You frown pouting your cheeks. "That means your day has been crappy,"

"It's not crappy right now talking with you," he gleefully adds.

You grin feeling flattered. "Then I'll need to do something about your mood for when you're not going to be talking with me. What can I do?” You hum and tap your chin looking side ways. “How about, one act of kindness an hour. You'll need to do something kind every hour, to your employees. I know it’ll be hard, but you'll feel some tension leaving you,"

He shakes his head. "I can't even stand to see them right now.” He groans shutting his eyes rubbing his hand down is face revealing a dreaded and hurt angry face. “In total, the company lost 14 million. This morning, all that money was deposited out of the account, it’s why I couldn’t spend any time with you."

Your eyes widen seeing his scowl returning back as he stares into the distance. "That's a lot of money." You whisper out.

"Not only that," his keen eyes tenderly look back to you. "Now it means that I'll have to start all over again, gaining the trust of the public, entailing that our current investors aren’t thinking of pulling out, making sure that the board of dean aren’t having second thoughts about me. Idiotic employees just had to mess everything up." He clicks his tongue shaking his head. "It probably also means I'll have to spend a lot of time away from you. This was supposed to be the month that I finalized so many closing deals, the month whereby I’d appoint a second level management to take my place as I go on leave, so that I'd have time to spend with you. Damn these workers. I even had to fire 2 staff today and demote a manager. I’m sorry babe. I promise I had everything under control, it just…” He grunts and shuts his eyes. “It all slipped through my fingers, I’m sorry,"

"Oh sweety," You sympathize, your heart feeling bad that you have to see him look so disappointed in himself, as if it’s all his fault. Your heart even aches when he apologizes to you. "You probably feel disappointed in yourself. And that a lot of days and time has been flushed down the drain,”

He nods his head.

“But it’s not your fault baby,” You assure him gently. “You're not in a good head space if you keep all that boiling in you," You smile tenderly seeing him sigh leaning his head back as he sets his phone against something so that it’s left in a standing position. "Baby look at me,"

He does so giving you his full attention still rubbing his hair. “I had a whole vacation planned out as a surprise for you. I even bought tickets in advance. Fuck,”

“Hey,” You hum out and tilt your head. Seeing him like this only reminds you of how much you’d hate seeing him look so disappointed in himself. It didn’t show on the outside, but inside he was pushing himself hard to the edge and convincing himself how much of a failure he was. And you didn’t like when his brain would take over. “Baby,”

He shakes his head and sighs leaning away from the screen, before looking to the screen with a hint of sadness and disappointment. “I hate them all right now. I could just…”

"Your handsome face isn't built for hating anyone. I know you wanna send all of them to hell for ruining your plans, but that's not possible-"

"I've got connections to hell," he thinks for a second. Causing you to let out a laugh making him smile.

"Funny but those connections won't be needed. What you need is to stay positively focused." You urge him biting your lip gripping his attention to your lips. "Remind yourself why you've held onto all this for so long. Shit happens,” You sigh. “That’s planet Earth for you. But spitting on the ground won't do any good. You need to be well with your employees. Motivate them to work, not scare them into rush work. They’ll be forced to work faster and initially produce work that’s not sufficient. Quality over quantity, remember that."

He nods his head leaning his head back before looking back at the phone.

"You're so tough, you need to be like me," You smile. "Soft,"

"You're so gentle and pure," he picks up the phone kissing it when you bring your lips close to the screen. You laugh. "If I was soft, the company would crumble and all the employees would plot against me,"

"That’s all in your head, kiss me again," You place your lips to the screen again just as he joins in.

Jaehyun was pretty ballsy and pissed for the remaining of the morning, completely frightening Chae-won. He told her that for the rest of the day she shouldn't even try to reach out to him through the intercom otherwise he'd fire her. He was in the firing spirit.

So right now as she stands outside his office door, she contemplates about her whole life and if she's got enough money just in case he fires her. Since she wasn't allowed to call him through the intercom, that would mean she would just need to enter his office with all her balls. She wouldn't be interrupting anything, he's been working since he got off the meeting.

She takes in a sharp breath pushing the door open freezing in spot when the sight she beholds is scandalous. He kisses the screen of his phone.

His eyes in an instant are cold and Chae-won gulps, hearing the giggling in the phone stopping.

"Baby? What happened, you’re looking deadly again?” The voice speaks over the phone. “Remember what I said? One act of kindness an hour."

A feminine voice alerts him. He takes in a deep breath looking down lowering his phone.

"C'mon baby you can do this."

The lady speaks over the phone. Chae-won knots the pieces together from him kissing the phone to the charming giggles, the woman calling him baby and the way his eyes were soft before being interrupted. That's his wife. It must be. The one that Taeyong mentioned, the only one he reserves his smiles and joys for.

Chae-won shrinks quickly walking forward placing the large amount of files on his table realising she did interrupt and now she might as well pack her things.

"Wait." Jaehyun lowly speaks making Chae-won stop in her tracks. "What are these?"

She turns around. "The files from SM, sir. The senior manager Doyoung offered to assist,"

"Baby you're scaring her with that look. One act of kindness, please do it for me."

The lady, his wife pleads over the phone. Jaehyun's look indeed looked like he would murder Chae-won just for barging into his office yet again. This assistant was really looking to getting fired. But with his wife watching him and himself wanting to let some stress go, he sighs and runs his hand through his black hair.

"Why didn't you go for your lunch break?" He asks a bit serious.

"Uh… I wanted to work." She nods her head.

He looks back to the phone screen seeing you with an encouraging smile urging him to go on.

"You should take a break.”

“No sir it’s oka-”

“I'm not firing you." He says in a hard manner that soon turns soft. "I insist. How will you work on an empty stomach?”

“I can just take a 5 minute break and I’ll get back to work.”

“You can take 2 hours off, hell even the whole year if you like-"

"Baby,"

"It's just a joke."

"That's not a joke, that's a violation of jokes. No one laughed," the lady says making him laugh for a second revealing a clear smile and dimples- which is shocking to Chae-won. Her boss just laughed and he looks even better and worthy of such a godlike face.

But when he looks back to Chae-won his smile is gone. "My bad. That was a terrible attempt at a joke. You can take two hours off. When you come I'll need you to set up a meeting for all managers again."

Chae-won's eyes widen by his request. He allowed her to go for a lunch break, for 2 hours. Aside from the other thing he said, all that mattered now was the lunch break. "Yes sir. Thank you sir."

Jaehyun looks back to the phone seeing you brightly grinning. "See that wasn't so hard,"

"It actually was." He sighs but frowns sensing his assistant's presence still in his office. He looks up. "Go."

"Oh yes sir. I'll go now. Thank you,"

He shakes his head focusing back on his wife but his eyes are blessed by the sight of her opened up blouse and her lace bra again. "Kindness pays off, doesn't it?"

He sneakily moans. "Don't tease me. I'm still at work,"

"Hmm," she purrs. "That means I'll have to taunt you with pictures every hour that you do something good, aka make an employee happy."

"What if I make them all happy at the same time?"

"Oh over achiever," She giggles. "That's my lion."

"Roar,"

2 hours later:

Chae-won reads the one point on Jaehyun's planner being confused. Would he really? That one act kindness his wife was talking about really got to him, this a frightening act of kindness.

He stands by the head of the table just like this morning but his face and mood seems a little more carefree. Highly unusual.

"I realized that this morning made majority of you fearful of what was to come next. With the new arrival of Na Jaemin, I've heard the concerns that most of you voiced out saying how you're afraid that you might be next,"

Jaehyun indirectly introduces Jaemin to the foreign tables of people once known as his uppermen. He went from being a simple flowers delivery guy, to being an office desk worker taking down the data of each and every import and export of flowers turning to perfume, to being part of HR and hiring and training new interns, to being a supervisor and making sure that everyone was doing what they were supposed to do, to being a manager of his entire flowering department. Haera would definitely be proud to show him off as her husband now. He surely felt the new position come with such an intense amount of pressure, especially since the boss was in a bitch mood.

"I… apologize." The words leave Jaehyun’s lips.

All eyes snap towards their boss who had his eyes firmly on all the members. Nobody understood his mood and why he apologized. Out of the blue and all of a sudden. He never ever did that.

"I apologize for installing fear inside of you, I apologize for making you all fearful. Which is why, I know this decision will cost us a lot of time, but it's for the good of our health." His monotone makes it even harder for anyone to believe his words. "I want for the whole of tomorrow for everyone to take a day off."

Chae-won and all the other managers all have similar expressions- jaws tight with fear and even eyes widen. Had someone kidnapped their boss? Who was this robot spirited man?

"I want this day off for us all to mediate on the reason we want to be here. The reason we all want to work here. The loss is just another setback, a huge drawback for me, but this company is dear to me. I can manage losing clients but not manage losing the people who've helped and poured out their blood, sweat and time for the success of this company." Jaehyun wholeheartedly says, even if it comes off a bit stiff, yet it humbly gains some hearts to ponder and feel less fearful. "Forgive me for my actions this morning.” He bows his head, causing the other heads to instantly bow as well. “Meeting adjourned."

Just like the morning, he's the first to leave but this time instead of tainted black souls, everybody is strangely anxious and fidgety, however a sense of a stronger work ethic resides amongst them.

Getting in the elevator with Jaehyun, Chae-won can't help the words that slip out her mouth.

"Your wife is a miracle worker sir,"

Surprisingly he replies and presses their floor button. "I didn't really think I'd feel lighter but I do,"

Instead of the door closing, they both look ahead when a hand interrupts their ride. Jaemin enters, with wild hot eyes. “Mr Jung. I wanted to personally thank you for the promotion you’ve given me.”

Normally, Jaehyun would stare and give his best uninterested face. However, with your words playing in the back of his head about a reward, he finds himself tightly smiling. He hated promotion time, because it would mean a new face and a whole bunch of paperwork going backwards. However Jaemin has proven himself to be a diligent worker, even getting recognition from Jaehyun himself. “Don’t screw up.”

“You can bet on me that-”

“The last time I bet on someone, they got a whole firm burnt down.” Jaehyun makes reference to the disaster that happened earlier. “Hence my words, don’t screw up.”

“I won’t.” Jaemin ends up smiling, boldly holding his hand out. Chae-won shakes her head, knowing that Jaehyun doesn’t shake hands, however when seeing her boss’s hand stretch out to collide into Jaemin’s grasp all she can think about is how amazing this wife must be.

As soon as the elevator door closes with Jaemin bowing as both Jaehyun and his secretary leave, Jaemin lets out a breath of enthusiasm. Being promoted into an upper position surely requires for there to be a celebration. Jaemin digs into his pockets and brings out his phone as the elevator goes down past the other floors. Jaemin places the phone to his ear and clears his throat. “Hey darl-”

“Hey sweetheart,” Haera rapidly answers sounding extremely happy. “So, what’s this exciting news you say you have?”

Jaemin’s grin grows brighter by her enthusiasm. “I got promoted to management.” Jaemin exhales feeling thrilled and anticipating her reaction. Yet, when a full minute passes and Jaemin notices that two floors have passed, he takes a peak at his phone thinking it’s switched off. “Babe you there?”

“Yeah.” Her voice is an octave low and not that excited as before. “Uhm. You got promoted to management? That was the exciting news?”

“Uh,” Jaemin’s whole facial feature drops and he clinches his jaw, sticking his tongue against his cheek in disappointment. “It’s higher pay you know. Did you see the flowers I sent you?”

Nothing comes from her end until the elevator door opens up. However instead of leaving, Jaemin stays inside biting his lip waiting for her response. Which doesn’t come, not even a breath.

“Haera?”

“Jaemin another guy can get me roses, it means nothing.”

Jaemin is stunned for a minute, waiting for her to say something else. But she doesn’t. “It means nothing?”

“I was with you through whatever, but you know we need to elevate, right?” She starts in serious dissatisfaction. “We’ve been together for a year now and all you’ve got to show for the years we’ve been together is that stupid low budget club. You know I’ve got other men ready to commit to all my needs? They want you out the picture, they want me. Yet I’m here with you. I’m even wondering why. Your big news was seriously promotion?”

“But isn’t that what you wanted?” Jaemin finds himself asking rubbing his temple, his smile lost now and his promotion feels like nothing to get excited over. “You said to get-”

“Should I put you on notice?” She snaps. “I’m tired of dropping hints. What you can’t do, someone else can. While you’re out here playing, they’re not playing don’t you see? Other men are out there, working their butts off, yet you’re out here sleeping. For hell’s sake, even Y/n’s husband is out here sending her on trips by herself to the most luxurious places all over the world, designer shows, meeting all the greats, sending her thousands of roses, with cards saying how much he loves her, sending random gifts worth millions, even if he’s not present, he spoils the fuck out of her ungrateful ass. Shit, and all she wants is him around and nothing else. Seriously? Jaemin, compared to him, what the fuck have you been doing? Nothing. Since we’ve been together, you couldn’t even afford to take me overseas, always bringing me to your crusty nightclub. Ugh.”

Getting so upset, Jaemin isn’t surprised when the call gets dropped.

With his shoulders slumped and his head wondering in defeat, Jaemin moves onto his (old) company seventh floor passing by his old co-workers, who still congratulate him. He moves to where he sees his former manager Jungwoo setting up where his work station is…or rather would no longer be. Jungwoo unpacking doesn’t fail, as usual, to give him a polite smile and bitterly yet sweetly congratulates him on his new position. “Seems like you’ll now call the shots. I know you’ll do a good job.”

Jaemin can’t even be happy or enjoy the moment of seeing his former manager wish him luck, instead he nods his head. “Thanks,”

Jungwoo noticing the beat mood, acts out like he normally would when he was still a manager and would notice one of his team members weren’t well spirited. “Why don’t you get a head start into this little break? I’ll set up your office.” Jungwoo says patting Jaemin’s back. “You’re probably feeling pressure, yeah? Have a head start,”

Jaemin nods his head bowing his head somberly. “Thanks sir,”

Kissing Haera, is easy. Making love to her, is easy. Jaemin really thought that going into the marriage with Haera would be easy, because she asked for nothing more but love, touches and kisses and by chance if he could make her happier than her ex. Compared to her ex, Haera used to say that Jaemin had a much better physical attraction with striking features, so obviously Donghyuck would be jealous. At first, with his good sexual drive and passion for hot steamy sex, Jaemin thought it was all in the bag that as he had a girl who ‘loved’ him, then he could conquer anything.

It slowly started changing when Haera would make cheap comparisons of everything Jaemin did wrong, and why she couldn’t be quote on quote seen with a failure like him.

That pushed Jaemin to work harder.

Jaemin was happy when he bought his first house. He no longer would rent out, but would be a landowner. Haera wasn’t impressed, because the house was small and that her friends would laugh at her.

Jaemin made an effort to work harder and get more money to buy a new house, yet still working and building a profile with good ethics. Of course at times, he’d need to cheat his way through, but otherwise Jaemin worked hard in everything he did. But Haera wasn’t impressed with his position of the time.

Jaemin, with some money saved decided that operating a small business in his neighborhood would do good to his bank. So he bought out land and set up a whole construction site. Even though so much money had gone into planning and building his night club, he was highly pleased with the results. Yet Haera was not impressed, in fact she was at her boiling point and peak of anger- she had no more patience and used his club as a way to spite and mock him for quote on quote wasting his time and money in such a useless plot of land.

And now, here he is, on such a day that felt like it’d never come. It’s finally come, but he can’t even be happy for himself. After packing his work bag and sitting in the Uber ride for more than 30 minutes to get home, he sighs when seeing Haera’s car in the driveway. There’s no way he’d hear the end of how much of a disappointment he is if he enters now. So deciding against entering, he turns his footing deciding that the club would be better than home.

“Jaemin?”

Jaemin is stiff in hearing your voice. He turns around making sure he’s not hearing things. And truly, seeing you brings a smile on his face- it’s a confused smile, but none the less it’s there. He doesn’t move, instead watches you in your black pants and white blouse walk up to where he is. You’re cautious, and look a bit hesitant, yet you walk down the driveway and reach him. Jaemin’s eyes go from your face to the ground.

“You’re not going in?” You ask when you’re right beside him, noticing that he was walking away.

Jaemin tilts his head to the side, not looking at you again. Seeing his tired expression, his eyes avoiding eye contact with you and his body language not oozing out the cheating confidence he has, makes you feel glum. He was so excited hours ago, when telling you about his promotion. What happened? It’s even alarming, when he doesn’t reply and his attention is on his foot.

You clear your throat. “I actually came by to drop a little gift for your promotion,”

“Gift?” Jaemin tiredly rolls his eyes a forced smile on his face. “Thanks.”

You fold your arms and turn back to the house. Haera’s inside being bitchy as usual, and Jaemin is unusually upset. You don’t know him well, but this mood isn’t something you like seeing on anybody’s face. “Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?” Jaemin’s ears perk by your question, and his eyes move to your concerned ones. You can tell he’s unhappy, and by his reluctant movement to get in the house, you know he doesn’t want to enter the house. “I was actually going to head home, but seeing as I’ve met you here why not…” You shrug your shoulders, your eyes a bit suggestive. “Cheer you up,”

“You wanna cheer me up?” That makes Jaemin genuinely smirk. “How?” His eyes go over your body once and that gets you feeling heat run up your smile.

You don’t even know why you suggested it, but you go along with his flow. “Anything you want,”

He chortles. “Now that’s tempting,”

You smile tilting your head to the side. “How tempting do you want me to be?”

He chuckles this time.

Meanwhile, from the blinds over the windows, Haera has her eyes on you and her husband. You stormed out, when she mentioned how you were pathetic for loving Jaehyun, she expected you to go, but now seeing you on the sidewalk smiling with her husband makes her uptight. It’s even worse, when the longer you stand close to Jaemin, Jaemin steps closer to you before standing beside you. No sooner than later, a white car pulls up. You both enter the backseat and that has Haera in heaps of anger. “What the hell?”

Momentarily, once the Uber pulls up you can’t control the heat Jaemin is in when once the door shuts. He throws his bag over, his lips going straight for your neck, peppering dozens of flattering kisses against your neck.

The driver sighs turning up the music playing on the radio. Here comes another broad day couple that makes out on odd days such as Wednesday.

Jaemin scatters kisses down your neck, just as he corners you on the side of the seat. Without complain, and also in need, cling his body closer. You make out like two animals in heat, a complete mess and quick, yet slow. Your lipstick’s getting smudged whilst the buttons of his white shirt are being unbuttoned by you, just as he runs his hands down your tight shirt also unfastening your shirt. “Don’t rip it.” You warn with a smile leaving your lips, as he licks the bottom of your lip. His hands on your body has you feeling frizzy, or maybe it’s the music blasting through the radios, Sunmi’s Tail, which much to the driver’s distaste sets the mood for you and Jaemin. Your shirt is nearly off hanging by your shoulders as Jaemin ends up cupping and feeling the trace of your breasts through the red bra.

“You changed it,” He’s eyes glisten with excitement.

“You like it?” You ask as you follow his movement by leaning your hips up to unbutton your jeans, with Jaemins unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants.

“Don’t mess the seats.” The driver makes an intrusion, snapping your attention for a second on him before you focus back on Jaemin, who circles your wrist and gently guides your body on top of him. “If you mess, you’ll pay extra.”

Jaemin’s attention is not on the driver, instead it’s on his finger which traces patterns on the lace of your thong that’s peeing. He holds onto your waist, changing positions again as his fingers find your clit. “You’ve got a clit kink don’t you,” Jaemin helps to remove your pants, as his hand rubs your clit through the fabric of your thong, drawing out a moan from your lips. Unlike your shirt which he cautiously didn’t rip, he’s quick when yanking on your thong strap and snapping it off surprising you- yet it automatically makes you spread your legs giving him access to your wet clit.

“I just have a thing for wet pussies, because I know my baby likes it rough,” He leans his head against your shoulder as his fingers begin to work their magic by squirting quickly into you. “Just look how wet you are for me?" He says as he rubs your clitoris fast, before going gently, his mouth taking in yours engulfing your moans.

He inserts two fingers into you, causing you to gasp against his lips creating an opening for his tongue. He works his fingers at a steady pace, before rapidly moving his fingers backwards and forwards, his fingers curling inside of you as you let out muffled moans. He continues to thrust his digits into you causing your stomach to bunch up in a knot, you felt the knot loosen as he continued to finger you, and you were about to come undone on his fingers when he pulled them out of you, all possible signs of an orgasm flying out the window. You break the kiss, whining in annoyance. “Jae~ Why would you do that?" You question as you look at him, your annoyance turning to a smirk as he peers into your needy getting his pants lower.

"Fuck, I want you right now,"

You go in for another kiss whilst placing a hand on his growing bulge, massaging his dick through his pants you hear him groan. You become dominate and climb onto his lap, grinding against his bulge causing both of you to moan. You hike up your shirt that’s loosely hanging around your waist with two unbuttons undone, revealing your bare clit that's dripping with arousal. You fumble with his boxers in the way, eager to have him inside you.

"Look at you, so eager for me." He teases as his hands caress your ass, squeezing the skin. “Have I ever told you, you’ve got thee most superb ass?”

“Once.” You state with a sinister smile once you palm his dick before taking it out and putting it at your entrance, teasing yourself with just his tip, throwing your head backwards (ignoring the driver who complains that your hair got in his way) before sinking down on his length, feeling your insides adjust to his size. “Jaemin, why do you get bigger every time?” You breathe out, feeling your walls expand to accommodate his size.

“I’m not getting bigger, your tight little pussy just loves to close up on my dick, and on top of that, I know you like it rough,” One of the many things you loved about having sex with Jaehyun was how full he made you feel, while he had a large dick that fitted you just right, you love how big Jaemin’s dick stretches your walls out. You try to get Jaehyun out your head as your pussy grips Jaemin like a vice, causing him to hump in heat. You begin to move up and down his dick, feeling his large hand slap your ass cheek whilst the other holds firmly on your waist, his tongue pinching and rolling against your whole boob. You let out a loud moan, feeling waves of pleasure crash together inside you and around your whole body.

"Look at my baby riding, me so well." He praises, making you move up and down his length faster. You clench around him, letting out a guttural moan, closing your eyes enjoying the feeling of bouncing on his cock. He thrusts his hips upwards, matching your pace. “You’re so good for me,”

You continue to bounce on his dick, feeling the back of the car steam up as you place a hand on the window, not wanting to fall off Jaemin’s lap. The cold feeling of the window cooling your hand as well as the window from the front seat that the driver rolls down. You come down from your high, riding Jaemin bounce up and down in a gentle manner making him roll his head and you kiss on his Adam’s apple giggling when feeling his cock hit your cervix. Your breathing pattern begins to weaken as you continue riding him.

Over time your bouncing becomes sloppy as you feel your stomach bunch up like a knot, feeling the need to release, "Jaemin~"

"I know, it feels good doesn’t it," He says and picks up on speed, sending his own hips into overdrive as he thrusts roughly into yours, trying his hardest to mismatch the pace of your bounces as his hand moves from your ass to your clit, rubbing your bud in a crazy circular motions causing you to hold onto his head tightly as you let out loud whimpers of pleasure. His thrusts into you are so powerful and dynamic that you feel that you get knocked into another universe when stars fill your vision. Your thighs begin to shake once Jaemin pounds into you one last time. “Fuck, I love when your legs do that, shake for me, shake,”

He coos as you release all over his cock feeling the knot untighten in your stomach, a loud moan exiting your lips as your body jolts and shakes. You feel him cum inside you, a few minutes after. You get off his lap and collapse into the chair next to him, feeling his cum drip out your cunt, exhaustion overtaking your body. Your chest heaves as you pant harshly trying to regain your breathing pattern.

Sweat coats Jaemin’s forehead causing his black hair to cling to his forehead. He’s seated on the chair for some time before a quick glance at you has him holding onto your thigh before you close it and wipe yourself. He gets the wipe away from your hand a crazy idea weaves its way into your mind. “Let me clean you up,”

“Jaemin,” Jaemin gets on his knee before taking in your bud with his tongue. A wicked smirk gets on his face, as his tongue finds itself by your entrance pumping inside you. He smirks, when your thighs shake around his head. It goes on, with him licking and sucking you clean. When he’s done, your body is squirming as little squeaks leave your body. “Shit,” You curse out lightly panting out, as Jaemin gets back on his seat, his legs spread open with his dick slightly deflated.

You’ve never sucked Jaehyun off before, reason being you were afraid of somehow grating him. Yet, your hand holds onto Jaemin’s shaft surprising him. His eyes open and peer at you, but you’re already lowering yourself and you place your lips on the tip, sucking on it swiftly, cheeks hollowing whilst your tongue swirls around his slit. He lets out a string of groans and moans as you continue to pump him, wanting him to cum in your mouth. You give him a few more pumps feeling him twitch before he finally releases his load in your mouth. His warm, white, thick cum fills your mouth, you instantly swallow and squeeze your eyes shut.

Some of his cum had spilled onto your chest then trickled down onto your shirt.

Sitting beside him pulling your shirt over your shoulders and fixing your bra as you button your shirt, you can’t help the smile over your lips as you peek at him- who surprisingly has his eyes on you. “You’re amazing you know,”

“I know,” You laugh a little. Getting your pants on, you begin helping Jaemin to button up his shirt, especially seeing as you’re close to your neighborhood…when you’re still down the mountain, but it’s close.

"So, where are we going?”

“My house,” You say smiling earnestly.

“Is this your house?"

"Yes,"

"This is your house?”

“Yes,”

“This is the inside of your house?”

“Yes,”

"This is the living room?"

"Yes,"

“This is your bathroom?”

“Yes,”

“This is the inside of your room?”

“Yes,”

You answer to all of Jaemin’s straight forward questions, finding it amusing how his jaw drops wider with each and every place you take him too.

“This belongs all to you and your husband? No tenants? Roommates?” Jaemin’s jaw drops upon stepping into the lounge of your house. “No way you’re living here all alone. No pets, no maids, just you? Seriously?” You smile lightly when getting out your room seeing Jaemin’s eyes all over the place ogling your entire house. “No wonder Haera wants me to-”

“No.” You instantly say out loud crossing your arms, coming down the stairs with him. “Don’t do that. Don’t compare yourself to what Haera wants. I didn’t bring you here for that,”

“Oh,” Jaemin somehow feels flustered, and in a charming accent he asks. “So why did you bring me here?”

“You were about to run away from your own house. I know you’re supposed to be celebrating, but,” You hold onto his hand pulling him to follow you as you go up the stairs into one of the balconies. The sun slightly tipping over the mansion of your house has him in awe. “I want you to massage me. Just like you did, the first time we met,”

“Massage?” Jaemin’s eyes turn to you, his eyes widening when you walk backwards undoing your own buttons of your shirt. You turn around and remove your shirt tossing it on the ground, now working on your pants. You stomp them off your legs, walking onto one of the curvy wooden deck chairs- it’s in perfect alignment with the sun. You find yourself laying on it, your red bra and nude bottom (because Jaemin decided to rip off your thong in the car) inviting for Jaemin. “Massage?” He asks again.

“I want your hands on me,”

“You know, it’s not gonna end up in me massaging you right?”

“Whatever it’ll end up being, I don’t care,” You shrug your shoulders leaning your arms on the back of your head. “I just want your hands on my body,”

By the time the clock strikes 6 pm, the knock out time for the employees, there's an atmosphere of longing. To believe that everyone would not be coming in the next day was completely unsettling. For most, their work place had become a home they could escape to, for a few it was a place to escape from- but for everyone it definitely was a part of their lives. Just like their clients, the employees as well found something in this business that they've never found anywhere else. So for the boss, to announce that the next day would be a day off- everyone had the same thought of what they would do when they eventually came back to work. Others for sure thought that they’d be replaced but only time would tell.

For Jaehyun however, the matter was different. Once he closed his laptop and put on his black pullover, all thoughts of business left his brain. The only thoughts that occupied his mind was his reward from his wife that he'd soon get when going home.

He couldn’t lie, he got needy from the thoughts alone, and it didn’t help with the pictures you sent. He had to be modest and not overthink his reward, but he was hoping for something to come out of this. Aside from that, the thoughts alone of spending time with you made his heart beat heavily. For the first in forever he’d be all alone with you.

This would be the earliest he'd be going home, and it made him feel excited like a little boy. So when he leaves his office and locks the door with a part smile playing on his lips, Chae-won who's getting out her cubic notices the little smile and feels chills down her spin. Her boss was definitely possessed. Seeing him happy made her confused. He hands the keys over to her telling her to have a good afternoon before heading to the elevators. In total they're seven elevators but Jaehyun liked the middle elevator more, for no reason in particular.

He steps into the elevator and it begins to go down but he isn't prepared for the amount of times it would seize at random floors with some of the employees wanting to enter. Yet when they realise it’s their boss they quickly excuse themselves and let the elevator door close. After all, who would want to have a ride with the boss? That's scary.

By the time the elevator reaches the 37th floor, Jaehyun has a pained bored expression on his face. When it reaches the 30th floor he has a pounding scowl that pushes away anyone by itself. But on the 26th floor when the elevator doors open, a grinning man, Johnny is the only manager who's got the guts to step into the lift with the boss.

"Sir," Johnny addresses.

Jaehyun acknowledges him. "Johnny,"

"You sound exasperated,"

Jaehyun surprises himself when he finds himself answering. "Since I've been going down. It never stops.”

Johnny chuckles. "Believe it or not sir, this elevator should've been full already by the the first few people of the 39th floor,"

Jaehyun lets out a snicker. "Then why isn't it full?"

"I presume you may be the cause," Johnny nods his head.

"Me?"

"If nobody has told you, let me be the first." Johnny leans in closer. "With respect sir, you could pass for the devil himself. Your face doesn't scream the words inviting or kindness. It screams the words, I'll push you into hell."

This makes Jaehyun automatically soften his face to a decent smile. "I'm well aware of the power I have."

Johnny chuckles. "A high power. I'm surprised you haven't spoken about the deal?"

"I must admit that immediately after the second meeting your enthusiasm shot rocket high. I'm glad that you got our best investor back on board, it really calms me down," Jaehyun nods his head. "Reason I haven't mentioned it, because I want to focus on this little break ahead,"

The elevator door opens on the 20th floor and Jaehyun sighs. "Not again. If you're not getting in press the close button."

At the demanding tone of their boss almost all of them step back allowing for the elevator to go on, that's until a large hand squeezes right in between the closing doors. A rusty Mark comes inside with big deer eyes and an inviting smile, but his whole face freezes at the sight of his boss and his manager. He got why everyone was shifting towards the other elevators instead of this one.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." His tall figure humbly bows down nearly touching Johnny's waist.

"There's no problem Mark," Johnny, his manager answers. "Jaehyun, this is Mark our fine diplomat and back end developer. He’s in charge of maintaining and storing company data. He's easy money on technology, he brings us the finest designs every time."

Jaehyun nods his head sticking his hand out towards the fellow being. He really didn't want to talk business, he wanted to focus on nothing but the break ahead, but hearing compliments about employees really drew him in. He always felt it was his duty to give thanks to all hard work efforts. "Johnny's regard is never wrong. I trust you're a fine member of our team. Keep it up."

"Thank you sir." Mark smiles withdrawing his hand from the firm grip of the boss. "Thank you for this break as well. It really came unexpectedly. I mean after getting back our prized investor on board, I'd suspect that another row of work was ahead. But this break of meditation is what I needed, what we all needed and��"

"You'll have to forgive Mark here. The downfall of his precious skill and talent, is that he never stops talking," Johnny gives a specific look to the tall being causing Mark to retreat in silence.

Jaehyun nods his head. "In that case, come to my office Thursday morning and we'll see how to use that skill."

"Am I getting promoted?" Mark asks out loud being surprised.

"Self-verification is needed for me to decide that." Jaehyun remarks. "If I remember."

Mark already bows his head and in complete triumph thanks the boss for the promotion. All three men with no further interruption make it peacefully out the elevator and already awaiting for Jaehyun is an arrogant Taeyong.

"Wow you weren't kidding when you said you're coming out early." Taeyong acknowledges with a smirk.

"I wasn't expecting you to come. But since you're here, you can give me a lift." Jaehyun smiles making his way to his private parking, but Taeyong quickly holds him back.

"I get that coming out early has its advantages, I just don't understand this whole smile going on," Taeyong asks. "Plus, my car's this way." Taeyong points outside the building instead of in the parking.

"You mean my car," Jaehyun stands still.

"Well just as you are surprised to see me here, it definitely means I didn't come for you." Taeyong explains.

"Who did you come for if not me?" Jaehyun asks.

Taeyong looks towards the sensory processing machine. A calm and composed Chae-won scans her identity pass card and presses her finger on the little machine allowing her to move through the metal detectors successfully. She instantly meets Taeyong's eyes and he smirks. "Her,"

Chae-won's fasted pace immediately slows down when seeing her boss. Her fingers knit together and her face morphed in shock. Jaehyun on the other hand, briefly turns to Taeyong saying nothing about the matter except for him to lead the way to the car.

Jaehyun takes the front seat just as Taeyong opens up the back door for Chae-won. The trio are on the road with Taeyong driving the car safely playing some light jazz music in the background. The roads are full and lightly heading into traffic as it's 6pm and everyone's leaving work. Taeyong takes a sacred route deciding to drop Jaehyun off first. He wanted his time obviously alone with Chae-won. The car ride was meant for him and her, not a third party. However, no one complained. Jaehyun said nothing concerning why Chae-won was with Taeyong, he didn't even offer it as an option of conversation.

The conversation he had with Taeyong was relaxed and free as if a female wasn't present in the car. All business related matters as well as economic topics and suddenly going to the topic of music, which Chae-won learns that Jaehyun is very passionate in it. He even has records of music that Taeyong still has to return. Chae-won hears her boss laugh for the first time, but slumps because she can’t see it in the backseat position, but she can see Taeyong. Taeyong tries bringing her into the conversation a few times with which she only inputs with polite laughs and hums.

Taeyong turns into the wealthy compound driving up the hill going up into the secured area.

"Wow, sir, you leave on a hill?" Chae-won lowly speaks in absolute bewilderment tone.

Jaehyun hears her and nods his head. "People think that having large amounts of money will fulfill their happiness. They honestly think they can handle that responsibility. Managing a house budget, living from paycheck to paycheck and then growing my empire to this state all so that treasure may follow me. For me this isn't a house on a hill, rather it's a responsibility that I often hold up on a pedestal,"

"Oh please responsibility of what?" Taeyong smirks turning to his friend. "Your house is not too hot or too cold, you've got running water, clean water, you have a plentiful supply of high quality food you don't have to spend your time scrounging around to deliver, especially since you've got a banging wife in your corner. You my friend are basically covered in every sense."

Jaehyun laughs slightly. "Don't call my wife banging. But you're right. I don't have to scrounge around but I do have to ensure that I'm not effecting the stats of mankind, I make sure that at least 20% of my business gross income goes into profitable chains of humanity growth, I have to ensure that I'm not harming the environment and that my means of living do not affect or rather contribute to evil capitalist. I'm not ashamed to make money, but I have to hold myself in check every time. So this house is a responsibility, rather then a lifestyle."

"Branding, marketing and sales are different. Yet you are constantly branding, which is a long-term game. You are missing out on opportunities just because you make everything in your boxed world perfect. Jaehyun you need to live, at least just a little. Take a vaction trip with your wife, go get a massage, when was the last time you even partied? Kiss your wife like you're going mad, make love to her so that you she doesn't go branding off to another guy, because let's face it, you leaving her alone all the time is a scary amount of trust that you're placing on her," Taeyong advices. "I'm telling you Chae, frat boy Jaehyun is a different breed and man all together," Taeyong jokes making Chae-won giggle while Jaehyun snorts out a mocking laugh.

"I do not have the time to do all those things just yet," Jaehyun comments. "Besides, I know my wife. She's faithful,"

In the backseat, Chae-won smiles at the sound of her boss sounding soft like a petal for his wife. With her eyes still looking so stunned by the beauty of his house, she can't help but look at Taeyong. It's been a while since she got laid.

Getting her eye back on the view of the mansion, she's stuck in awe, with the sunset still setting, creating soft pastel colors of orange to surround as well as put emphasis on the grand size of the house. The more they go up, the bigger it gets until she comes with a side view of the entire house, but it’s being blocked by huge gates.

Taeyong stops the car by a set of huge gates, the security guard opens up his little window seeing Taeyong and Jaehyun before opening up the gate, humbly greeting both the men. The drive way is long and covered by massive trees but finally when they reach to a stop Chae-won's jaw cannot close by itself anymore. This isn’t just a house, it’s a dream that she’s always wanted. It looks more like a large banquet hall or even conference building. The vogue white with grey elevated high roofs, the house itself is charmed with beauty and old money. The windows are high, clear and clean- with just the right amount of sunlight hitting against and creating a hue of reflection making Chae-won feel partially blind from it’s elegance. Of course she couldn’t expect anything less from her boss, but this was just killing her. This house, this mansion was not just a dream but the type of dream lifestyle she could never have. To see it, to really set eyes on a mansion, she knows now that if she works hard enough… it can be possible for her too.

There’s absolutely no way he stays alone in this house with just his wife. It’s huge!

"Thanks," Jaehyun opens up the door.

"No problem," Taeyong smiles turning to the backseat looking at Chae-won, who's still fanatic over her boss's house. "Come to the front babe,"

The word babe gets her out of her day dream and she shakes her head before looking back to Taeyong. He just nods his head to the front and she opens up her door as well. To her surprise Jaehyun is already going up the stairs of his house. Just a little bit longer, she takes a good glance at the mansion, letting her eyes go over its aesthetics.

“One day.” She quickly takes the front seat, buckling herself. "Did he say bye?" She asks looking out the window again.

Taeyong smirks slightly turning to her, he draws his hand under her chin turning her fixed eyes onto his. "He doesn't need to say bye, am I dying?"

"Uh, no?" She tilts her head being confused.

"Then there's no need for such words," he gets close enough to leave a bold statement on her neck, nibbling her skin a little bit more. Her eyes instantly close feeling her heart raising in a good way. "Mmm, how about we go back to your place and have some tea then we can get into it yeah?"

"Agreed," she pants out as he begins driving with his hand running up and down her thigh. The image of Jaehyun's home leaving her mind being replaced by the silk white duvet that Taeyong, for the second time would be placing her on. "I honestly thought you would be a one-night stand guy and I'd never see you again,"

"What am I now?" Taeyong asks.

"A second night stand guy who I'm seeing again,"

Taeyong chuckles while leaving the complex block of diverse houses just as Jaehyun enters into his home. With the open view windows allowing the sunset to shine into the house, Jaehyun carefully closes the large door walking inside with a smile as his eyes look up the high ceiling wondering where you are. Walking a few steps within the house, his eyes turn to the open layer of the living room- but he doesn’t see you. He leaves his work bag on the ornamented cream podium holding up vases of lilac flowers- you especially liked them because of their radiant pigments in boldness.

He goes up the long curvy flight of stairs passing by the large spaced area filled with podiums of different vases or statues before going to look for you in the room.

He frowns when opening up the door and you’re not there as well. He removes his black pullover and undoes his tie opening up the first few buttons. He was expecting to find you at home so that he could, once again, surprise you. But like the other time, you don’t seem to be home. He continues to search, hoping that you’d be perhaps in the kitchen and your camera studio which is in one of the rooms upstairs, but you aren’t there.

He however finds your shirt, pants and bra left out in the open on one of the balconies. The sight has him in fantasy, but he tries to find you first. What surprise did you plan for him?

Maybe you’re with Haera again. He picks up his phone going down the steps about to call you-

But that's until the front door opens up and a long dragged groan is heard from the living room. His eyebrows knot together and he quietly makes it down the steps seeing you holding a few paper bags in your hands as your phone is pressed in between your ear and shoulder. You stomp through the house going to the kitchen, with a quiet Jaehyun following behind you. You’re in a tensed conversation and Jaehyun’s face gets engulfed in anger- wondering who’s making you angry like that.

"I've had enough of this Haera. Just stop please!" You lose it. "Stop! I'm tired of you always saying that. Jaehyun isn't-" You drop the paper bags with grocery items sticking out on the counter. "He's not cheating on me! You don’t know him, you aren’t the one married to him. Why the hell do you always have that mentality? I'm not you! And you’re not me, stop sticking your foot in me and my husband’s relationship. My husband loves me and will never do that- Don't you dare go there. I swear to god Haera if you-" You huff out your hand gripping on the counter.

Jaehyun not liking how upset and fired up you’re getting immediately steps in your view caressing your waist taking the phone out of your tight grip. You jump a little but upon seeing Jaehyun your heart cools down. Yet, your heartbeats fast, when how minutes ago Jaemin went down on you in the house. Why is it, that only when you’re getting your hands dirty, Jaehyun is here? The tears are close to spilling out your eyes, and just seeing him makes you want to cry. Haera was fired up- saying how she spotted him with someone else. You knew she was lying but still, the mere fact that it could be a reality had you in rage-full tears, because you know him and how much he loved you. When you blink, the little tears leave your eyes and you have to cover your face sniffing back.

Jaehyun can hear the heated tension even before the phone is to his ear. Haera's screams are heard but immediately silence down when hearing a deep voice that she hasn't heard in so long. He speaks calmly but his threat shuts Haera up immediately. "Upset my wife again Haera, and I'll have you blacklisted all over the country. You know I can do that right? Don't test me."

After his threat he cuts the call leaving the phone on the counter. With his hand massaging around your waist, his heart slumps when seeing you sniff back. Carefully, he turns his body towards you bringing your waist closer to him. "Is this what you have to deal with every time I'm not home?" He whispers gently circling his hand around your wrist and the other departs from your waist to the back of your head. “Oh honey,”

You sulk and rest your head on his chest playing with the collar of his shirt as he places his face in between your neck, his hands circling your waist. You close your eyes only happy to have his warmth sipping into you along with the fragrance of his scent. "The worst,"

"Don't mind her,” Jaehyun assures calmly. “I'm here now,"

Your smile rises up to your eyes and you lean back to have a look at him. “Yes you are," Your about to ask about his work and why he's home early but his hand twirls you around and you giggle when your back is pressed against his front.

"Now," he claps his hands, still keeping your embraced and cupped into him with his chin on top of your head, rubbing his hands heading to the counter to the bags you brought in. "What are we making?"

"You decide," You smile beginning to unpack the few things you bought from the store. "It's been a long time since you've eaten what you wanted,"

He laughs. "That's right, you've just been giving me whatever you wanted without any of my consent,"

"I bought these," you show him the view of the full packet of smoked fish and oysters. “I was thinking seaside marinated salmon Sashimi and oyster fritters. What would you want?”

"I love that already,” Jaehyun’s smile is bright when you crane your neck to have a look at him.

“Yes, but what would you want? Side dish wise,”

“Hmm let's see, maybe you?"

"You're still such a bad flirt," You giggle.

"Spicy carbonara and spam omelet kimbap," Jaehyun kisses your neck.

“You’re so simple,” You can't help the giggle that bubbles inside of you as you lay your head back on his chest. "Today we’re gonna cook together. Is that okay?”

His lips find yours and his hands wrap around your waist making you turn around so that his lips can feel you more. Your moist plump lips have him wanting more, but he walks backwards before he places you on the kitchen stool. He breaks the kiss looking into your eyes before kissing you again. "Why don’t you sit," he whispers causing her to smile. “And then I can cook?”

"Tap me in when you need help,"

The evening goes well with some white wine and you catching Jaehyun up on your little house adventures, from changing up all the furniture to setting up a new studio in one of the rooms because of the view. Jaehyun inputs about the vases of flowers he saw, and how liked the warm colors around the house. He comments about how he likes that you’re not as bored around the house, but still enquires about getting a little cat to keep you company. For every little thing he makes, he allows you to have a taste- and eventually it becomes you walking around with wine being his taste subject, until you take over with him now drinking wine and letting himself go.

A nice supper around the kitchen filled with chatting mostly coming from you and Jaehyun admiring your entire being. His cheeks a light pink, his hair fuzzy and his enticing eyes on you while you both eat the delicious combinations of food. You both drink less, talk more, make subtle touches here and there loving the feel of having company tonight.

You don’t mention his work, feeling that it’ll be a complete kill mood, so you joke about taking over his work so that you can eat like this every day. Jaehyun loves to cook, although not to wash and dry, however, wanting more time to touch and feel him, you wash and he dries the plates. Jaehyun opens a new bottle of wine, kissing your cheek as you feel on his hair. He traps you in between the counter letting his nose sniff you, your body getting warm enjoying his presence. Quietly you both talk less, drink more and smile at each other going around the house.

“What new photos have you worked on?”

His question becomes a little tour around your little studio on the second floor where your photo designs and catalogues are. One thing Jaehyun loved about you, was your art and passion for photos. You were aesthetic and had a complete furtive sensual vibe. Your pictures are fabulous as usual and imaginative, some quite delicate, others a little erotic and emotional. While he looks through your various photos, specifically your erotic catalogue, you move to the next room going over to his record player setting the mood when playing one of his favorite records.

Cigarettes after sex.

No sooner then later, he follows you into the room where all his records where styled and hung on the wall, some cd players having their own wall as well. “Loved what you’ve done here,”

“All things music,” You smile.

Conversation easily sips into remarks that Jaehyun finds amusing of all the things you’re into, as well as all the embarrassing songs you were into. The only thing standing between him and you is his wide and diverse interest in music. A passion for heavy nostalgic music to gentle classics. Kept in a class case is an electric guitar that he gets out to play for you just as John Wayne plays. You play very badly which makes him laugh, yet he goes in sync with the tone and melody. You stand around him, drinking and slowly moving your body in a thematic suggestive way. Both your glasses are empty now, as you sit on the floor, listening to him sing along like the fanboy he his. But instead of it being unbearable to listen to, it’s smooth and music to your ears.

He makes you laugh, which intrigues you all the time, he’s hard looking but is so sensitive, yet closed but is so interesting. And that’s what you loved about him, because he was interesting as a person. He asks insightful questions, gives open answers, doesn’t try to impress you or even try to be cool, he’s just himself and smiles knowingly when you do something. Natural. Everything with him, is always so natural.

He connects the speakers to the record, so that the gentle album plays on with you and him souring around the house talking about kissing, and talking and kissing, kissing and drinking wine on the kitchen counter. Talking more and straddling him in the living room, talking and laughing, cuddling and laying your head on his chest. He gets up, from the living room going to the neighboring living room where they fire place is set. You follow him, the warmth on your cheeks making you aware of your little excitement. It’s an electronic fire place, so while he sets it up setting the view of which fire would look good and what temperature matches the mood- your sidetracked when you hear a ringing phone. It’s yours.

The smile drowns slowly from your face, before you move away from heated room moving to the kitchen.

"Jaemin?" You whisper and move further inside shutting the French doors. "Why are you calling me at this time? Are you insane!"

Jaemin's tone drastically turns to surprise. He isn’t expecting you to be angry, from the few times he calls you’d be wet and ready for him. "What's wrong? Why's my sweetheart yelling?"

"I'm not your sweetheart. Don't call me that," You warn as your chest rises. "My husband's home. So don't call me again."

"Your husband-"

You cut the call grumbling to yourself, scolding yourself for making him believe he had a chance with you.

"Jae?" You call out walking out the kitchen not finding him where you last left him.

"Upstairs,"

Instead of the living room downstairs, you follow his voice to the spacious living room upstairs seeing him on the floor by the fire place, not the electronic one, but the actual one. It already has wood inside, and by the rise of the slow flames you can see him with the metal stick conducting the fire. "Hey," You smile entering the room, suddenly aware of the setting.

Taking a seat next to him on the pillows that he has planted on the floor.

He adjusts his position laying his head on your thighs, his hand gently travelling to your neck as his eyes beam into you. "Why are you so…”

"So what?"

"Beautiful," his breath is soft, with a smile crawling on his lips.

You roll your head around trying not to laugh. "How dare you use the B word? I thought we weren't gonna use that word anymore,"

"Can’t help it when it’s true," he snickers slowly. You can feel the love in the atmosphere, and his eyes say it all. He wants you. "It's been a while seeing your face, you know what I missed most?"

"My eyes?" You ask and he blinks slowly with his dimpled smile never fading. "What did you miss?"

“Touch me with a kiss, want you to feel me on your lips,” He mummers lowly singing along with the record playing in the back.

You carefully bend down tilting your head to the side meeting his lips. It doesn't take long for him to respond to your kiss, his hand moving behind her neck removing her ribbon allowing your hair to fan across your shoulder. He breaks the kiss just to see the twinkle in your eyes and your face.

"Goddamn, you’re beautiful," he mutters thickly. He takes initiative getting his head off your lap, pushing you back on the pillows, holding you down lightly as you arch patiently towards him. He smiles taking his sweet time. He mouths his way down your neck undoing the buttons of your shirt. Having his warm fingers tingle your skin, you feel his big hands going behind your back unclipping your bra. "Is this okay?"

"Mmh," your whispers.

He continues to mouth his way up your body, your warmth on his tongue when he kisses you again. He strokes your heavy tits as they splay on either side of your ribcage, his mouth now going lower and lower. He dips his tongue into your middle tracing delicate whorls down your belly, leaving your large rounds to unbutton your jeans pulling them down along with her white erotic panties. He then spreads your legs and pulls you to the edge of him, you sit up helping him unbutton his shirt and removing his pants. Just as your lips find his again, the taste lingering of the wine. Tongues wrestling around each other, your wetness on his and his wetness on you.

"Tell me what you want," he begins kissing your neck again allowing you to move your hands anywhere. You clutch his back going up to his neck running her hands on his hair. He isn’t to know that you had rough sex with Jaemin today- TWICE!

His lips find yours just as his manhood falls on your thigh making you moan. He laughs a little into the kiss, especially when his member rods itself and moves gently. Feeling him, you gasp lightly. How you’ve missed this, you’ve missed him and his member which always had a mind of its own.

"Hold me," You breaks the kiss whispering into his ear. He picks you up placing you on his shaft, you both stare into each other’s eyes strings of moans leaving your lips. Jaemins might’ve been rough, but Jaehyun was a package full of caring. Upon adjusting to his member, with your eyes fixed on his own lustful eyes, he pounds himself hard and comes out slow, going in hard and coming out slow.

His eyes, your lustful sanctuary, his body pressing into yours loving the bounce of your breast. His eyes never leave yours, just as his slow passionate thrust become heavy and more impactful, before plunging inside- his hips bucking into you rampaging inside of you, your wetness invites and envelopes him with every coming in. Your eyes shut, your hands on his shoulders, allowing him to do all the heavy lifting. You feel as though you might fly off him with every thrust he engraves in you.

You’re breathlessly moaning out at the top of your lungs, your head thrown back, just as his arms grip onto your waist, humping and grunting every time.

You’re moaning out his name, calling out to him eagerly and passionately only making him grow harder inside of you. “Jae~ Jae don’t stop, ah don’t stop~” He’s panting, holding you tight helping you go up and down, moving together.

You were his first and every time he’d get at it with you, he always felt the same as the first time. Special. He loved being inside you, how you made him feel. Under your skin and inside his head, he can’t help but press you into him hugging you tight as he pounds into you, his eyes on you. Even though you struggle to keep your eyes open, his eyes are on you loving your every expression. You are so beautiful that he doesn’t even know what to do.

When you both come into each other, you’re left shaking on his member from the pleasure and that makes Jaehyun laugh.

“How I missed that,” He laughs kissing your chest as you hug his body close to you.

He then lays your body back on the fort of pillows, spooning you into him, his breath hitting warmly against your back, his warm temperature making you push further into him, his arms around your waist just as the other hand strokes her hair and scalp from the back.

You briefly turn your body so that you’re facing him, your eyes leach into his own lustful ones. He whispers to you. "I'm crazy about you,"

You smile tiredly. “Love on the floor,”

He kisses your lips briefly muttering how we’ll get cold, before moving getting up quick and moving to couch where there’s a little adornment blanket. You place your head underneath your hand smiling when you look at him and his firm buttock. The confidence he has, makes you prrr out. “So manly,”

He chuckles deeply picking it up and coming back on the floors resting his head on the pillow next to you while using the soft refined sheet to drape around us. “Feels like we’re emperors,”

“Why do you say that?” He smile already having a feeling you’d understand.

“Sex by the fire, draped in sheets,” He mutters softly his eyes following his finger as it traces you’re your outline. From your lips down to your breast that’s firmly perking. His head dips down and he slants over to give your boobs attention. You moan lightly turning your head to look for your pants. When you find it, you pick it up getting your phone. Opening up the camera to pane down to your husband sucking your nipple off, you take a picture capturing the moment.

Just then, he smirks and moves his head back just as you snap another picture. He takes your phone gently from your grip and mutters. “Trust me when I say, the view of you is much better,” And he’s not wrong. You’re lying in front of the fire place, with your head prepped up by your elbow bent you’re your head on the palm of your hand and the blanket draped over your waist exposing the graceful beauty which are your boobs. Jaehyun gets himself steady, leaning back setting the phone on landscape view taking motionless pictures of you. You pose with your eyes vastly focused on him, until you move to him holding onto his waist kissing the tip of his slowly hard cock. “Baby,” he whispers, snapping a picture being impressed by your eyes that peer up. You begin to rub your hand up his chest, you lips kissing up his abs licking on them.

Your phone then rings, and his eyes move to the name being shown while the phone rings in silence. He tilts his head by the odd name. "Haera's husband?"

Instantly your motion of going down on him stops- if Jaehyun looked at the camera that was still opened he would’ve seen the guilt wave wash over your eyes in the instant, however it’s on the contact name. "Who's he?”

He turns the phone around, his eyes now turning to you.

He doesn’t look suspicious of anything just confused. And he really is, why is Haera’s husband calling you and who is he? The Haera he knew never had a husband. “And why's he calling you?"

Your hand is fast in taking the phone from his hand. "He's Haera's husband and he's probably calling because umm, he's looking for Haera or something. Because you know, she's crazy and stuff and not even her husband can keep up with her," You nervously ramble and cut the call- switching off the phone altogether clearing your throat before laying down again, just as Jaehyun follows you.

“Husband?" Jaehyun’s eyes enlighten. Your races wondering what he’s thinking. "Haera has a husband? That's shocking, who could love a cold soul like hers?"

"That's harsh babe, don't be like that," You pick up quick on his words and try to deviate the direction of the conversation a little.

“Don’t hate me,” He snickers using his fingers to brush over your jawline. “It’s what she used to say about me,”

Suddenly your thoughts aren’t on getting caught, but at the slight recollection of memories. As much as Haera loved dragging your relationship with Jaehyun down, in college it wasn’t any easier with her constantly giving him side eyes and attitude saying he didn’t deserve you at all. She’d say all sorts of nasty things indirectly addressing him whenever he was around. She’d look at you and say them out loud while he was there- she said some really nasty things as if he wasn’t even there. “You still remember her words?”

Jaehyun’s eyes go over your face for a brief second. He doesn’t say anything, as his eyes fall to your lips that’s in a slight frown. Simply, he breathes out. Jaehyun can never forget it. He can never forget how much Haera criticized everything about him because he was poor and an orphan, saying rude things all the time to him. It’s one of the many worries he had, that you’d eventually listen to your best friend and leave him alone.

Being in his own head, his eyes snap away from your lips when their pressed gently against his, before you rest your head on his chest snuggling to get into his arms. “I could love a cold soul like you. In fact, I love you,"

That puts a slight smile on his face, just as his hand roams around the nude your back. "Why didn't you answer his call?" He asks out the blue, plucking your attention back on stress. This time Jaehyun wonders deeply, about why Haera’s husband would call you- especially at this time of the night. For that reason, you sigh out internally and lean back to look into his eyes. "It’s hard keeping up with her, so he could be worried about something?”

You find yourself shrugging your shoulders. "I don't care about her or him. He's most likely gonna complain just like Haera- but let's not focus on that. It's all about you right," You dodge again.

He smirks and picks up your hand kissing on it. “I have the whole day off tomorrow,”

Your eyes enlarge in delight. “Are you serious? Are you really serious? I’ll really be waking up with you next to me? Jae?” You instantly smile looking up to him with tremendous joy. "Jae, I’ve missed spending time with you,”

In your heart, you repent. You repent for cheating on Jaehyun, as you know that your eyes on him are wholesome and pure. You love him. Even when you’re with Jaemin (which should never happen again- YOU’RE SERIOUS THIS TIME) your heart longs for Jaehyun. It’s the only reason, why you’ve allowed yourself to indulge in Jaemin, because you’ve been lonely. But recently, Jaehyun’s presence seems consistent. You don’t want him to disappear into his office again. You hold onto him tightly feeling so right.

“I’m sorry,” You say quietly, but his ears hear.

“About?” He whispers.

And you dig yourself into him. You can’t say the real reason why, and you also feel guilty for any words that might leave your lips. You’ve been a bad wife. “For making you work so hard,”

Jaehyun’s heart that was tightened in worry, calms down by your words. His arms circle you tight and not letting you go. His only fear is you letting go of him. “I’m sorry too,”

Now it’s time for your heart to heave in your chest. “Why?”

“For leaving you alone,” He presses himself closer to you again.

Even though he's holding you in his arms, he can't help but fear that you're somehow a bit distant from him. Perhaps it's because of not seeing each other in so long, but there's something else you're not showing and letting on. He can't help but think about Taeyong's words. He just hopes that it isn't true.

Part 3

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