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Antiserum D // Loving Professor Jeong #1

Antiserum D (Loving Professor Jeong series #1) Professor/College au.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x (f) Reader [ft. Choi San & Song Mingi]

Warning: smut, prof!yunho, dom!yunho, sub!reader, student!reader, age gap, teasing and suggestive actions, size kink, big dick Yunho, dirty talk and pet names (master and pup), blowjob/throat fucking, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex, edging, creampie and dacryphilia.

Note: do not proceed if you're uncomfortable or triggered by the mentioned tags. Also note the age gap tag, here the reader is 21 and Yunho is 32, which makes it 11 years of gap.

Side Note: this series will contain 'hyung line' as the professors and the 'maknae line' as minor characters; except for Choi San and Song Mingi, these men are cheeky so look out for them. Again, as my other series, 'the reader' does have a name, i.e, Lee Sherri. Nicknames are bound to follow, so don't worry. I only write names in my oneshots because it's too annoying to write [y/n] everywhere and it ruins my flow of writing. Anyway, enjoy!

Gist: you had a rival in college, yes you did. It wasn't a student, rather the person you hold your grudges against is one of your professors. Now, you're in your senior year of bachelor's degree, running late for a morning class—knowing well he takes this class, what do you think the consequences would be?

Word Count: 12,164

'My dog died.'

No, you don't have a pet!

'My bus was late.'

You live on-campus.

'The coffee shop was crowded.'

You don't freaking have a cup in your hand!

'Umm, I overslept.'

Well, he doesn't need to know the truth.

He really doesn't need to know the truth to why you were running late to his morning class. As time would have it, you did oversleep; lethargic from last night's meaningless meandering from bar to bar, in search of your sober soul, you surely had forgotten about your morning class the next day. Weekends are supposed to be lax and diverting. They're your only shot at having a good time with your friends. You weren't going to let your fear of being reprimanded by your 'favourite' professor stop you from having the fun you deserved. The weekdays were long, tedious and dull with all the lectures and practical sessions to attend.

You're sprinting up the stairs to get to your department; the science building is supposedly long and encompasses all other departments falling into it. Your department (zoology), moreover, your class was situated on the second level of the building. Meeting with the long hallway on your way, which apparently was the physics department, you turn a corner and are merged with another long hallway leading to yours. The grotesque stench of formaldehyde hits your nose the moment you walk past the junior laboratories of your department; that's where they were trying to preserve biological specimens, the 'tingle-your-spine' kind. There are lecture halls and laboratories on one side of the long hallway, while the other side was an open space with concrete railings and pillars; this space opened into the botanical garden the botany department had been tending to, so it housed large trees, a decent number of shrubs and flowering plants, including a variety of cactus and other succulents.

Rushing in your steps, holding your tote bag close to you, your eyes scramble past the open space and the garden onto the walking street of your campus; it was borne with trees on both sides, and amidst the thicket of greenery you find the main building of psychology department. You almost heave out a laugh, reminiscing of the last night when your best friend (who studies psychology) was drunk out of his mind and had been making out with a lamppost. You pull yourself out of that daze, increasing the pace of your sprint to get to your laboratory.

First red flag of your day, the doors to your lab were open wide. Second, your supposedly 'favourite' professor was midway through an explanation about the experiment you were going to perform today. And third, you were technically thirty minutes late to the lab.

Quiet on your feet, you try to sneak inside; the structure of your lab was a little different, with sitting desks on one side of it, and workbenches on the other. In retrospect, this was your senior year's class where apparent lectures took place, and the workbenches were designated for less involved experiments. At the very front of your class/lab is a podium, a chalky black board, and a desk for professor. You glance at the front after realising all students had occupied the workbenches, you catch up on the glimpse of Professor Jeong carrying on with his explanation till his eyes meet yours.

"Miss Lee," he grumbles, amidst his explanation, "sneaking in—" mumbling he checks the time on his wristwatch, the sleeve of his coat riding up, "—a total of thirty minutes late. You better have a good reason."

He folds his arms over his chest, and stares down at you. While you halt midstep into the class, standing straighter you clear your throat and feel your mind stutter looking at him. Why did he have to dress so provocatively? And the outfit in concern was his beige coat and matching pants, a white long sleeved turtleneck underneath; you didn't quite like how your heart was palpitating watching him, keenly grazing your thirst-filled eyes across his face, noticing the shine on his black rimmed glasses and the plumpness of his pink lips.

"Miss Lee?" he repeats, only to get you squeaking, "yes, professor—uh yeah, I was late because my alarm did not go off in the morning..."

He hums in contemplation, eyes narrowing on you before he sighs and shakes his head, "occupy one of the workbenches and do not touch anything before I tell you to."

You nod, pressing your lips tighter to prevent any sound from escaping your throat; you were certainly anxious and embarrassed to be late, but more precisely you were humiliated in front of your class for coming up with such a lame excuse. Sighing, you stuff your tote bag in your locker at the back. You quickly slip on a lab coat over your outfit, bubbling with disappointment as it was hiding your nubile outfit. Knowing you were running late, you still made extreme efforts to dress yourself up—the reason was quite overt, because you wanted to dress up for yourself—you wore a white blouse under a pastel blue sweater vest and paired it with grey skirt which rode up till your mid-thighs. The lacy thigh-high socks were just an added accessory to make yourself seem cute considering you also had a blue ribbon in your hair, holding it in a high ponytail.

The only workbench unoccupied is the one situated at the very end and far from either the professor's desk at the back near the lockers and the podium from where Professor Jeong was reading every movement of yours. When you get to your designated place, you glance at the workstation to take note of the apparatus, before glancing next to you, finding the most obnoxious person you could. Choi San, Choi freaking San was offering you a guileful smile, one whose intentions did not appear to be right, or even ethical.

Bastard.

"So, Miss Lee is late because she couldn't hear her alarm go off? Pathetic," he rolls his eyes, folding his arms over his chest, his own lab coat creasing by the elbows with his plaid shirt peeking from beneath. "I don't believe you—oh well, but I wonder what your favourite professor would think about you when he knows you were getting pissed drunk last night with your friends."

You weigh his words in your mind for a second before furling back a reply. "Aww, Sannie. If you're so desperate to get in my inner circle, just say so. I didn't know you would be so jealous of us..."

San's smile turns into a curve of amusement, "jealous of you? Me? Jealous?" he scoffs, "darling, you're dreaming. If I wanted to be in your inner circle, I would've just slept my way through it."

"Really now?" you retort, smiling softly, "slept with whom?"

"An easy prey to seduce would be you—" he clicks his tongue, "—if you can be so impressed by that..." he nods his head toward Professor Jeong, "...then I believe you'd be swept off your feet if I genuinely try to."

"You put yourself on such a high pedestal, Sannie," you muse, shaking your head lightly, "do you really think my standards are set so low to be dazzled by you?"

"Oh, only time would tell, Miss Lee," he rolls his eyes, keeping his sly smile on. "Maybe, you would get infatuated with me or give into your temptations."

"Ahh, such a dedicated wishful thinker you are," you snide, heaving a low chuckle, "the only thing I'm tempted to do is throw a chair in your fucking face—"

"Miss Lee!" you flinch in your skin, body spasming to the deep and coarse voice of the professor. Hesitant in yourself, you peek up to face him, finding him glaring at you without a twitch on his face. "You certainly are not going to pay attention to my class, then why waste my time? You're free to leave. I don't hold my students captive; the ones passionate about learning find a way to attend my class in any way they could."

Your cheeks heat up, turning a shade of faint cherry red; embarrassment licks your spine and head lowers itself, you won't forget this moment ever. San is busy staring at you, feeling a little guilty but of course he won't let you know that. Shortly after, you glance back at the professor, noticing him staring at you with his lips in a scowl and his eyes piercing through you. That alone, that look alone was enough for you to quiver in your shoes; his persona had always been the intimidating kind, the kind who is self-possessed and doesn't really bother himself with the rest of the world.

Professor Jeong wasn't fazed by anything, not even by the number of female students crushing on him in your department, rather in your class alone. He didn't acknowledge their stupefyingly sexual or overly sensual approaches, turned them down if he thought they were invading his privacy. You took that as a challenge; maybe, maybe not. Your rivalry with him wasn't because he was unapproachable or a forbidden fruit to taste, it was because he always found a way to rattle your senses and make you the fool.

You remember it as clear as a day, at the beginning of your senior year, the very first semester—attending his class on genetics, you were simply taken off by him and his way of speaking. His personality was homely, strict where it should be, however. Amidst his lecture, he caught you talking and joking around with your bench-mate and questioned you about the topic he was teaching.

"If you can yap useless things, then why don't you enlighten me with the working of gel electrophoresis, hmmm...?"

It stung. But not more than him adding, "I'm even surprised you could answer. Maybe you should focus yourself more on your academics than other things."

Other things? You realised he was making comments on your appearance, the way you were dressed, the way you had streaks of gold stitched in your hair, the way you always had playful make up on—he judged you based on that, and thus the profound feud between him and you began. After that, you would intentionally skip his classes and not make an effort to attend them; even the practical sessions, except for the mandatory ones where you would bite your tongue and listen to him demeaning your entire existence for not setting the microscope right.

"Alright, now that I'm done explaining the principle and bits of the procedure, you may follow the same with your partners; if you're muddled with any concern then heed my name." He announces out loud, stepping down from the podium.

You raise your head, further listening to his footsteps dither across the floor to the back of where another table had been put up for teachers' comfort. Though, that's what you thought. The mellow sound of his boots takes an unassuming turn to your row of workbenches, taking you off guard. You're trying to find the meaning behind his detour. Also, you had been oblivious from the start that this practical is supposed to be performed in pairs. And you had no one. Because you were late. Even the slow-witted and stolid transfer student, Reagan Keith had a partner; and her partner was San himself, something you definitely did not see coming.

"Miss Lee," Professor Jeong clears his throat, standing next to you, "I suppose you do not have a partner because of your tardiness, and I happened to pair all my students prior to you, which leaves me no choice but to perform this particular experiment with you. So now, take a brief look at the blackboard and what I've etched on it, try to understand it. Once done, we can surely proceed."

You nod, contemplating, biting your cheek, unable to comprehend the proximity between you two. The dense musk of his scent is wafting all your senses—the redolent scent of vanilla and cinnamon is a deadly concoction to drive you wild. His warmth is superficial, yet the kind which melts your mind with stupefying possibilities, just how he could be—you need to keep your thoughts clean and chaste. Still, you suppress your mind to a corner and peek at the blackboard, studying his neat hand etched on it. The title gave you the rough idea of what you're supposed to do.

'Determination of blood groups.'

Ahh, the title itself foretells the coming inevitable mishap is going to involve blood and blood lancets; you aren't so fond of the needles—no, it wasn't a phobia, you weren't fond of pricking yourself with the help of those lancets. The blue rounded capsules which compassed a sterile needle underneath was beyond torturous to you.

You heave out a deep breath, understanding the further procedure he had inscribed on the blackboard. Familiar with few terms, such as the usage of antiserums, and principle behind the entire procedure, you were relieved. Way more than relieved to know this wasn't something out of your expertise. The nurturing thought of you actually explaining it to him however was too heavy to bear. You clear your throat, fumbling in your words as you dart your eyes anywhere else but at him.

"Yes, Miss Lee, are you done gandering at the procedure?" he gawks, bewildered as if and continues, "now, please enlighten me with the steps so as to we can proceed with the experiment."

"We—we are determining the blood—blood groups," you stutter, not knowing where that came from, you turn your attention onto him, stifling a gasp upon noticing him leaning close to you.

"Go on, Miss Lee," he prompts you with a soft nudge of his head. "I'm sure having to palaver about for the entire day, you could at least narrate the steps to me. All I need is your guidance."

He's playing you again.

"Alright, I will—" your breath hitches in your throat—you witness him effortlessly shrug his coat off, revealing nothing of his skin but the long-sleeved turtleneck he wore under.

"Hmhm, yes...?" he instigates, putting his coat off to a side while he rolls the sleeves of shirt over till his elbows. "What's the first step?"

"Sterilisation." you mutter under your breath.

"Sterilisation of what, Miss Lee?" he teases, keeping a straight; his pushes his glasses further up his nose, which had apparently slipped off a bit.

"Sterilisation of the subject area."

"Okay, tell me which area is most suitable for this test?"

You nod, swallowing thickly as your eyes never leave his. "The tip of the middle finger."

You weren't going to waver, not even when his soft brown eyes were speaking the unbearable at the moment; how can he do that? How can he momentarily torment you with a sly curve of his lips or by the detrimental facade of his eyes?

"And why is that?"

"Tendon sheath—uh, the middle finger has tendon sheath which only limits it to the fingers; as for the thumb and pinky finger, the sheath extends a little further to radial bursae and ulnar bursae—so in case any infection occurs it'll be restricted to the middle finger unlike the thumb or pinky which can lead to the heart." You try your best to explain, forgetting how to breathe in the process.

"You know your stuff," he murmurs, his voice low and cold, "do you see any sterilisation pads on your table?"

Looking around your desk, almost immediately, your eyes lurk on a beaker full of 70% ethanol and cotton swabs. You bring the beaker close to you and reach out for the forceps placed next to it; extending the beaker toward to him, you clear your throat, hoping he'd get on the cue.

"Miss Lee, I'd very much appreciate if you were to perform all the steps involving this practical."

"Right—okay, so..."

You drag your words into a whisper, holding the palm of his hand in yours, while other picks out a cotton swab with the forceps. The piece of cotton rolls to and fro on his skin, rubbing gently. Hearing him wince at the cooling sensation of ethanol against his skin, you stifle a chuckle and let out a sigh; once you were done with sterilising, you reach out for the blood lancets. Picking out one, you rip the cap off to reveal a sterling needle shining with a sharp point.

"Have you done this before, Miss Lee?" he questions as he watches you hesitate with the blood lancet. "Pricking yourself is quite different from pricking others, isn't it?"

You nod because you knew how different it was. In actuality, you're scared. You always were terrified to prick yourself with the needle whenever you were required to and it was mostly during your practical classes involving forensics. The high possibility of piercing your professor's skin, past the point till where it's necessary, was an untold fear you couldn't overcome. But, as you glance up at his docile face adorning an encouraging smile, in addition to the haughty glint in his eyes, you are much more prepared for the consequences.

"I am absolutely terrified when it comes to pricking myself—what if I..." your glance at his hand, then dart your eyes to his, feeling a breath hitch in your throat.

"You won't hurt me," he reassures you, later on compelling you with his words, "any day now, Miss Lee."

The racking nerve in your head forces you to take a deep breath and you're hauling the pointed tip of the lancet close to his finger. You know it takes one sudden nick to break the skin, and you also know you're supposed to be careful and swift with it. Hesitation breaks your conscience, you're still in two minds, still wondering if this was a good idea. Regardless of your abrupt cold feet, you let the lancet pierce through his skin, drawing out a ceaseless stream of blood; Professor Jeong is heedful of his bleeding finger and proceeds to make three blobs of blood on a microscope slide.

He puts the slide back, the glass clinks against the table but it melts into your thoughts—you were ogling him. You notice his veiny hand trembling softly to the unbridled tremors from the cut on his finger, it was attractive. You wouldn't mind admitting it, he has great hands—and sadly, you had a fetish. Trapping your lower lip between your teeth, you admire the little things about him; the proximity faltered to nothing, gave away how spotless his skin was, how sublimely luscious his lips were, and how the tiny specks of green in his eyes were far too evident in the sea of umber. Though, his hands were all you could think about; his porcelain skin, the bulging veins wrapped around his knuckles while they branched further down his hand—uff.

"Miss Lee?" he calls out, snapping his other finger, "please pass me a cotton swab, I need to clean myself."

You were brought back to the reality, seamless kind, a little vapid where you were impelled to keep a safe and healthy 'professor-student' relationship with him.

Hold up!

Where in the world did that come from?

The thought of having something more than 'professor-student' relationship with him.

You and him?

That's a little...

Far-fetched.

Unless...

There was...

There was a way to vex him.

You look back to all the times he's devalued your existence during his classes. The haughty remarks which rolled off his tongue with so much ease to belittle your short-lived efforts in any of his class, or perhaps, in any of the activities your department would plan. A spark in your mind strikes you in a way you couldn't quite explain, but you know you're finding yourself tighten your grip on his wrist. It's oddly satisfying, it's benign in your mind—though, the tiny bulb of tease was going on and off every second you spent staring at him.

There goes nothing.

Without hesitating you bring his hand close to your mouth, your tongue darts out the minute his bleeding finger finds its way in your sight, and you lick up a stripe to clean the blood off his finger. You hear him gasp, a sharp intake of breath which already told you he was bothered by your actions. Continuing to the rhythm of your heart, you wrap your lips around the tip of his finger and give it a soft suckle. Soon, a metallic copper taste slides on your tongue. Such an eerie sight to witness, by your professors and the others too. Especially the spawn of devil who was too busy charming the ditzy transfer student off her feet; if San catches you being this 'type' of friendly with the professor you 'slightly' resent then you probably could never show your face to anyone on the surface of earth. Luckily, San wasn't even sparing a glance at you.

"Miss—Miss Lee?" his voice breaks when he calls out to you again, prompting you to loosen your grip on his hand before you're letting it drop to his side.

"You were supposed to add antiserums to the slide, drop by drop. Now..." he takes a deep breath, noticing your glossy eyes and your plump lips parted; he's definitely resisting his urges. "The blood on the slide is almost..." He glances down at the table. "...it's almost dry. Miss Lee—" he leans in close to your ear, a coarse whisper sending a shiver down your spine, "—I'd like to see you after class."

"Maybe you can justify your actions then."

He leans back and takes a short gander around. Curling his lips up in a riveting smile, he nudges you with a nod. "Add the antiserums now, Miss Lee. All the others have finished performing the experiment."

You're out of your daze, rummaging your eyes around to find many of your classmates are done with their work and had gone to the other side of the lab, where the desks were.

"I'll be checking your practical sheets before you leave, so make sure you complete them all now." he announces out loud in the class, earning muffled groans from his students. "And no excuses."

"You too, Miss Lee," he turns to you, "now, if you will, you have to tell me my blood group. So, go on."

Again, pulling yourself out of the stupor, you nod profusely and proceed to the next step before the blood on your slide is completely dry. You add a drop of each antiserum on the three droplets of blood; waiting for a second, you watch the drop with antisera D and antisera A added begin to clot. To your conclusion, Professor Jeong's blood group is A+ve. All while you did the experiment, his eyes were fixed on you, fixated on your quivering hands and lips every time you tried to do something. In some instances of his mind, he was admiring you and your dedication, and how badly he had rocked your boat into capsizing.

"Good," he muses, his words turning bitter soon, "you sure can do a few things right. Well, all that's left to do is—" he grunts softly as he pulls the sleeves of his shirt back down, while he shrugs on his coat, "—cleaning and writing. Chop chop, Miss Lee. And do not forget you have to wait after class."

With those spine-chilling words he leaves you stranded to your spot; unfortunately, this time San had overheard your conversation. He slides next to you, eyeing your workstation before glancing over at you.

His lips push themselves out into a pout, and he grumbles, "fucked up something?"

"None of your business," you grit your teeth, "get away before I chop your balls off."

"Oh, I'm shivering," he deadpans, nudging his elbow with your ribs, "come on, Lee. Tell me. What did you do for him to ask you to wait after class? We both know he's never done it—in fact he hates it when someone waits after class to 'talk' to him." he emphasises with finger quotes, rolling his eyes at you. "You fucked up big time then."

You heave out a long sigh, "I—just, shut up, San. You're the most annoying person in my life."

Grumbling, you glance at Professor Jeong, he was sitting on his desk at the back of the class, by the lockers. His stare was on you. It was on you from the moment he sat down. And even though you may not know what he was thinking, or wondering about, the glimpse of him having his teeth scratching on his lower lip was enough to let you know what exactly he intended on doing with you.

"Don't drag it out on me," he mumbles, his pout still intact on his face, "although, you're denying the truth, which means you two had an anomalous interaction..."

As he trails off, you roll your eyes at him. Finding the courage to break your eye contact with Professor Jeong, you glare at San and bite your lip. "Yeah, he made me wait after class. It's pertaining to me being late. Now off you go, make yourself useful elsewhere. Maybe, help Reagan find the remaining of her skirt, pretty sure she left it back at her dorms."

San muses for a second before leaning over to stare at the said girl's skirt; she was standing by the lockers chattering with someone. His face twitches smugly, his brows creasing as he checks her out.

"Oh, no no! That does seem more important than dealing with you, Lee." he smirks, biting his lower lip, "see you around, try not to get too infatuated with your favourite professor."

Sauntering away from you, he loses his lab coat and then engages himself with Reagan. You project your frustrations into a sigh and begin cleaning your workbench before heading to the lockers to retrieve your bag and other items. Walking past the professor was a challenge in itself because you were too fazed in your mind by everything he did. Though, you could really say you were fuddled over his decision to make you wait after class. Anyone could tell you exactly how much he despised his students waiting after class, 'cause most of the times it would be the absurd number of female students trying to confess their feelings for him. You could sympathise with him, understand where he was coming from because you would find yourself in a similar situation; you were well sought to in your department, endless confessions, profuse gestures of affection, what not.

Regardless, you realised what you wanted in a man. It was the professor himself.

"Miss Lee, I need your practical journal completed." he speaks up as you're walking past his desk with your tote bag on your shoulder and your lab coat neatly folded in your hands. "You know what, I'll go through it after class. Till then, get your write-ups done."

Offering you a redolent smile, he tears his eyes off you. You swallow thickly, knowing well how ineptly stuck you were with him, after class too. And one more fact, your practical journal was incomplete—blank at the most, which was a catastrophe in the waiting. As the fear creeps up your spine, you bite your cheek and stumble onto an empty desk, settling yourself down to catch a breath.

Time passes in a haste, without bounds, and soon the moment you dreaded arrives with a tinkering bell on it. The class is empty, except for you and Professor Jeong. You could listen to him breathe, placidly whistle out a grumble a few times since he was busy with something you didn't feel the need to pay attention to. The clock on the wall ticks again and you're gathering your stuff before 'sneaking' out of the class. If his attention is solely saturated over something useless to you, then he probably won't even notice you gone.

At least that's what you thought.

"Miss Lee, I must remind you of our little parley where I asked you to wait after class." He doesn't even peek from the file he was reading, and continues, "don't think I can't see you sneaking away."

You stop in your steps, right in front of the open door with a few students lurking behind in the corridor. Stifling a groan, you roll your eyes and turn around on your feet. The man is sat poised in his chair, his lips curved in a smirk as he's staring right through you. Your heart skips a beat, yes too cliche, but you felt its arrhythmic vibrations ring your ears.

"Are there any students loitering in the corridor?" he questions and you nod to it, pressing your lips together. "Wait for them to leave and then lock the doors."

Why?

Lock the doors?

Why lock the doors?

Now your heart was pounding in that bony little cage of yours. Sooner or later, you would find it either in your throat or your guts that is if he continues to stare at you with the intensity of sun. Quite lost in the trance of his melancholic yet concupiscent eyes, you start nibbling on your lower lip, wanting to squeeze your thighs together to rid yourself of the tension you felt in your cunt. The chatters start dithering outside, ascending to the wind of nothing and it brings peace to your mind; not that it wasn't peaceful before, but now, it's just you and him caught in a void of infatuation.

"Do not take my intentions in the wrong way, Miss Lee. I am not so fond of disturbances during one-on-one student session..." he explains, going back to reading his file. Though, after a while he clears his throat and prompts you, "any moment now, Miss Lee."

"Yea—yeah," you stutter, sensing your throat close up.

Taking a step forward you close the latches on the door. The exhilaration of you being alone with him is sort of distorted in your head when you make your way towards his desk. What does he have in his mind? What does he want from you? Is this one of his many ways to make you feel small and little? Like all the times he does when you're attending his classes or so.

The look in his eyes has a spark of joy, just humming across the field of brown containing his pep. Those same eyes follow you around, till you're in front of him; his face shows no emotion, except for that straight line of his lips.

"Would you need an invitation, Miss Lee? Your binder, please." he asks, peeking up at through his long lashes and the black rimmed glasses. The glare on them makes it hard for you to read his eyes this time.

You clear your throat, and fumble with your bag to take the thick binder out. Pages furled out of it, a few flying off to fall on the ground, while a few remained stuck in amidst the others; you could tell Professor Jeong wasn't too happy with the condition of your binder. To be fair, this binder was your repository for all performed experiments so far. Nonetheless, your binder was...incomplete. Biting your lip, you place your binder on the table in front of him.

He eyes it for a moment before grabbing it in his hands and flipping the pages. You couldn't resist holding him on a high regard; his sleek fingers pinching the edges of the pages, turning them, eyes rummaging along the lines, and his parted lips which could tell he was contemplating.

"I certainly did not expect this from you, Miss Lee." he clicks his tongue, "now that I see it for myself, I can't help but agree with my initial remark about you. I would suggest you focus more on your academics rather than wasting your time with your friends and ambling through your life."

He sighs in defeat, mostly disappointment and slides your binder towards you across the table. Pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, he takes a deep breath and turns his head to you, his face expressing nothing at all.

"Life's not all about strolling through one club then to another. And while you do that, I can't sit back and watch you ruin your potential, Miss Lee," he sucks his teeth, as he continues to berate you with his words, "you're in the running for most proficient student in our department, alongside Mr. Choi. Now, would you be delighted to bear a consequence where he holds the trophy and not you? All because of what...? Some fiddling people you call your friends whose only job is to drag you out to buzzing clubs and what not."

Listening to him hound your existence, your heart suddenly weighs down in your chest, it grows heavy till it touches your gut. Oh no, you were letting it affect your state of mind. On the verge of tears, you look away from him and fixate your blurry vision on the floor; it was overbearing to hold his eyes, to wallow in the disappointment he held in them. Moreover, you didn't want him to see you cry, or shed a tear for that matter because you know you were close. Very close.

You sniffle softly, lowering your head furthermore to avoid to his gaze.

"Miss Lee?"

Silence.

You don't care for the concern his voice shows and continue to toil yourself on the contrasting hue of morning sun and the grey tiles. Blurry vision captures the indefinite shadows of lockers, some bookshelves—the sun was crawling overhead, witnessing your derision with your professor. You don't try to pay him any mind, not that you could even if you wanted to. There's a possible reason to why you don't want to, maybe the answer lies in your uncertain infatuation with him, or maybe it does prove your outlandish feelings for him. Which one of it was genuine?

A small moment passes between you two, roiling in tranquil haze before he clicks his tongue and drawls on a breath. "And to speak on your furtive behaviour—"

"Why do you hate me?"

A beat of serenity yanks his attention.

"What do you mean, Miss Lee?"

"I asked, why do you hate me so much?"

You glance up at him, preparing your unfazed mind for his reaction to your reddened cheeks and nose, and the obvious streaks of tears down your cheeks. The muscles on his face twitch even if it was indiscernible to the moment, you study him; he reveals a speck of pity in his eyes, so pathetic for you to think he'd pity you.

"Sherri?"

His lips quiver so delicately, calling out your name in a sleek yet coarse voice. It was the first time he'd ever called out your name, enunciated each syllable in his utmost trepidation as if he really cared for you. That alone was enough to cause a havoc in your heart, dwindling it further down to your...maybe it was the way he spoke your name out, but you were definitely feeling a spark strike in your pussy.

"I do not despise you, Sherri," he softly murmurs, looking away from you for a long minute before trailing his pitiful eyes back on you. "If my actions have made you—"

"—you always belittle me, humiliate me in front of the class and pretend to act as if you do it all because you care." you ramble, "you don't care about my feelings! All you can think is how to make me fall from my grace. Isn't it?"

You shake your head and bring your hands up to wipe your tears off, which had uncontrollably gushed out of your eyes while you had your meltdown. Your tote bag falls onto the floor with a soft thud, and you pay no mind to it. The hyperventilation soon kicks in, suffocating your lungs with a want to break free from your chest, and your stomach littered with unwanted butterflies fluttering along. More tears slide out of your eyes, and you lose your capability to see clearer.

The dainty streaks of torment on your cheeks, your tears, and your flushed face was a huge turn on for him; he could not probably free himself from his fetish, but his philia for tears or anything remotely close to it, always excited his cock. He shifts in his seat, spreading his legs apart under the desk to free himself from the strain in his pants. Oh how badly he had been aroused, by just watching you cry.

"Sherri, you're mistaking my concern for bullying; fuck! Why would I want to torment or humiliate you in front of the class?" he questions, such dainty voice breaking your heart and making you feel pathetic to sob in front of him.

"Come here."

He lures you in with his soft voice, and a frail tug of his lips; his smile had already proved to be devastating to you and even the slightest of it can make you, his puppet. Without realising it, you're taking short strides around the table to be by his side. He has his hand extended in front of you, something you didn't quite understand until you hold it in hesitation, and he pulls you down on his lap.

You gasp, and then yelp when you land on his lap; at first you find yourself uncomfortable in his embrace but giving it a little time, you relax and settle down, still with a bit of unease. His arms wrap themselves around your waist and he leans close to rest his chin on your shoulder as you sit sideways on his lap. Ambiguous swirls of darkness cover his eyes, and your breath hitches trying to unravel his true intentions. Instead, you were starting to get comfortable with him.

"I do not resent you for who you are, Sherri," he begins with a whispery breath, rubbing your back as he does. "I resent myself for being so helplessly bound under your spell."

Your lips part open, your chest heaves up and down erratically to constrain your wildly pounding heart. Oh, you were gone, you most definitely were.

"Projecting my bitter disposition on you was a mechanism I sought to cope my untamed desire—the ugly desire to taste this forbidden fruit." Mumbling, he turns his head and traces his lips along your neck, kissing and sucking. "Holy fuck, this body of yours...those lips, you don't know how much I crave them."

His hands tighten around your waist, and you gasp for air, "Professor Jeong, this isn't ethical. You're violating the university policy...ah!"

He bites down on your neck, grabbing enough flesh in between his teeth to suck on it. That's going to leave a pretty purple bruise behind, all in its glory, on your neck—so fucking attractive to you. Pressing down on a moan, you drag your hands to his shoulders, hoping to shove him off to disturb his grip on you. Though you thought. It wasn't easy to make him budge, he wasn't letting you go, and you were gradually falling into that realisation.

"I could lose my job," he whispers, chuckling softly, "I can fucking lose my job if I engage with you, if I make my vile thoughts a reality but I can't control myself any longer, I need you, I need to ruin you—I know you feel the same way about me. Don't you, Sherri?" he nibbles on your earlobe, his hot breath fanning your ear. "Aren't your intentions the same as me, huh?"

"No." you mumble.

"No?"

You shake your head.

He doesn't believe you.

"Sherri, oh you beautiful liar," he sighs, his lips now curling into a smirk, "didn't you think of something else when you were sucking my finger off, hmm?"

You pout, not wanting to answer or have him the satisfaction of being right; instead, you start shuffling on his lap to get out of his hold. Squirming in his lap, you press your butt against his crotch, accidentally touching his hardened cock. It continues to poke your ass, and his fingers dig into your skin when his hold tightens on your waist. You were making it worse, it was visible on his face in the form of quivering lips and shut eyes.

"Don't move...!" he warns you, pressing your lower body against his lap, keeping you fixed in one place. "You'll make me...fuck. You do this on purpose, don't you?"

You stop moving—well you had no choice but to when his brute strength was holding you down against him. "I don't. I haven't done anything on purpose."

Lying is so easy. But him believing it has to be easy too. Though at this point you knew you were teasing him.

"Sherri, don't lie." He peels his eyes open and takes a sharp breath in, "get on your knees."

You gulp. Knees? He wants you on your knees...? That's...really fucking hot.

Eagerly, you crawl out of his lap as he gives you the chance to, keeping his hands to his side. He repositions his chair in a way to face you, as you're kneeling down in front of him, by the side of the table. There's not much distance between you, and the dithered proximity makes your heart palpitate with anticipation.

What was he going to do?

Your mind raced with the possibilities. Was he going to shove his 'obvious' boner down your throat? Was he going to make you ride him? What was his hauntingly beautiful mind thinking about?

"An obedient teacher's pet, how adorable," he coos, stroking his hand over your head as if to pet you.

"Professor..."

"Shush...!" he leans over, closely watching you with his fervent eyes. Out of nowhere the warmth of his thumb engulfs of your cheek. "Not a sound."

Brushing his thumb across, he collects a drop of your tear and brings it close to his mouth. He wraps his lips around his thumb and gives it a good suck; his eyes intently fixed on yours, delineating his intentions. You nod your head and watch him straighten his back to relax against the chair. His eyes glance over at the door for a minor second before he fixes them back on you; with a lilting smirk, he grabs the wooden pointer stick from his table and slaps its tip on the palm of his other hand. The same hand rubs along the length of it until his forefinger traces the tip before holding it in his one hand.

You couldn't help but gulp again, feeling aroused by his hand, and the way it was pumping the stick to and fro. Lowering yourself on your calves, you try to squeeze your thighs together. You wanted to ease your muscles, wanted to rid yourself of the tightness in your cunt because you were beyond wet for him.

"Hands behind your back," he commands, and you oblige without hesitation. "I asked you to be on your knees for me..." he softly mutters, tapping the stick twice on the floor to get you back on your knees.

You do that too; completely unaware of his next move. He drags the stick from the ground to you, to the hem of your skirt and lifts it up—exposing your ruined panties to him.

"Tsk, wet already?" he heaves out a breath, "do I really affect you that much?"

"Yes," you swallow and mumble, "you do."

"Hmm," he muses, humming his words along later, "that makes me want you even more."

With his other hand he takes his glasses off and flings them on the table. He pushes the stick further up till your waist to completely expose your dripping wet panties and your cunt; he licks his lips at the sight, his instincts running wild in his mind. Your hands were perfectly slotted in the small of your back, tightly wound together to appease the tension.

"Ah..fuck," you groan when you feel the wooden stick rub your cunt; he had angled it in such a way that it kept your skirt from falling down and it also gave him enough access to drag it along your slit. "Please, professor, I want you."

Listening to you mewl, his smirk widens, and he slurs his words, "now you want me, Miss Lee? Un-fucking-believable."

He picks up his pace, letting the stick rub itself perfectly against your slit; your cunt clenches around nothing, aching to have something in between, something to fill you up. You writhe in desperation, shifting your weight from one leg to another. Unable to contain yourself, you start grinding yourself against the stick, upon noticing it, he halts his movements and watches you with amusement. Casing his lips into a pout, he traces his forefinger on his lower lip; he's contemplating, mirthfully watching you pleasure yourself on the stick. You bring both of your hands to the front, holding the stick to stabilise it before you increase the pace of hips grinding down.

"Aww, is my little brat getting excited?" he scoffs, shaking his head lightly.

You press your lips together and nod your head, closing your eyes shut to the budding pleasure crawling up your body. Second by second, your sanity shrinks to nothing, making you loosen your grip on the stick. From the corner of your half-lidded eye, you watch him offer you a conceited smile, clearing his intentions out when he pulls the stick from between your legs and slides it up to your chin. Tapping its tip twice to your chin, he gets your attention on him with your eyes wide in anticipation.

He spreads his legs wider in front of you, putting his cock on a glorious display as it tightens in his pants; the outline of his cock figuratively makes you swallow a thick gulp of air. Keeping your head high with the stick, he uses his other hand to palm his crotch, gently wrapping his fingers around his cock to give it a few half-hearted pumps through his pants. With a nudge of his head, he drops the stick to a side and gestures you to come close. Biting your tongue, you crawl towards him, your heart in your throat now. Maybe it was the anticipation, the eagerness to see him bare and under the griming influence of your pleasure, but you were slightly alarmed to find yourself slotted in between his legs.

"Let's get my brat what she wants," he whispers further shifting comfortably in his hair. "Such hungry eyes gawking at the sight of my cock," he grabs your jaw lightly and strokes his thumb under your chin. He tuts, "I get these looks a lot but there's something about you— something about the way you're drooling over my cock."

You let your teeth sink deep in your lower lip, while your lips twitch into a soft smile of amusement. "Am I turning you on, professor?"

You release your lip from your teeth's grip, and he watches it wobble in a daze while you lean close and place your hands on either of his thighs. Rubbing circles with your fingertips on his thighs, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves.

"If that wasn't the case you wouldn't be here, Miss Lee. Kneeling between my legs, ready to take my cock in your mouth, hmm?" he suggestively murmurs, dragging his thumb to your lips till he forces it in your mouth. "Now, open wide."

Using his other hand, he fumbles with the buckle of his belt. While he does manage to get it undone, you decide to suck on his thumb which was still fixed in your mouth; you lick around, blatantly ignoring his rugged skin. You hear him grunt ever so gently to your mouth wrapped around his thumb, tingling with excitement to know what it would be like to have this same warmth around his cock. Everything passes in a haze when he restlessly tugs down on his pants and briefs at the same time; you notice him take his thumb out of his mouth and instead he replaces it with his cock.

The reddened tip of his cock nudges against your lips and you open wide, lowering yourself down on his cock—though, only halfway considering his length would take you long to adjust to while the thick girth already made the corners of your mouth sting. He holds your neck, his fingers delicately splayed on the nape as he pushes you down, however he's mindful of you and how much you can take in. You start stroking the remaining of his shaft—which you would eventually have to swallow deep in your mouth.

"Fuck, you're driving me insane with your mouth, I might..." he trails his words off into a low groan, beginning to thrust himself into your mouth. "I'm not going to last long, am I?"

He taunts, digging his fingers into your skin as he pushes your head further down on his cock; his thrusts become too sloppy, and you don't pay much mind to it. You are too focused on widening your mouth around his cock to fit him fully inside. Feeling the tip of his cock brush against your throat, you almost gag; your throat tightens, and the suffocation starts sneaking up on you, but you push yourself through and sink lower on his cock.

"Fuck, such a good brat, taking me in so well," he whimpers coarsely, "but this little brat needs to be punished for making me break my rules."

You gaze up at him with your teary eyes, softening them as he looks down at you too. Nodding your head, you hollow your cheeks and bop your head up and down after adjusting to his size. Your fingers dig into his fleshy thighs, constraining your moans with his cock stuffed in your mouth, you keep staring up at him till a few drops of tears cascade down your cheeks. He brings his other hand to caress your cheeks, thumb stroking off the tears as he doesn't let go of your head. You're on the verge of gagging on his cock, choking even, but disregarding your gag reflex, he bucks his hips into your face and his cock slides further down your throat. Unable to hold onto your moans and whimpers, you try to make a sound—the vibrations send him reeling from pleasure, he throws his head back and tightens his hold on your neck.

"Can't make a sound because my cock is—your mouth is stuffed with my cock, isn't it?" he teases, closing his eyes shut to relish the wetness and warmth of your mouth. "Don't worry—I won't—I won't cum too soon. My brat deserves a little—a little bit of fun even if she's being pun—punished."

His stutter was absolutely beautiful, it showed how much of a mess he was with your mouth wrapped around his cock, engulfed in the devious warmth of it. Somehow, it gave you a sense of victory, a sense of peace to know you had gotten him on his edge with only your mouth and nothing else. The saltiness of his precum floods your mouth—it makes you retch a bit regardless of that, you continue sucking him off while his thrusts are slow and steady. In the meantime, he pulls his untucked shirt above till his chest and holds it there; he pushes your head further down on his cock, till your nose is pressed against his pubic bone and your skin feels ticklish from his trimmed pubic hair.

His chest is rising and falling at an alarming rate; he surely was a mess, and you liked seeing it. When you peek up at him with your still-teary eyes, you notice sweat covering his forehead, making his hair stick to his skin while his cheeks are flushed with a shade of red. How adorable. How fucking adorable. The ever so haughty and stoic professor was writhing under your touches, with how you lapped your tongue under his shaft and purposely sucked your cheeks in to make it tight.

In actuality, you were really driving him wild; his grip on your neck loosens a bit for a hot second and he uses that time to let his hand entangle in your hair. You didn't realise when you groped his thighs for support, even so, your nails had dug deep enough to leave behind crescent marks on his skin, the kind which would fluster with a brutal purple tint tomorrow. Grasping a proper hold on your hair, he pulls you back and frees his cock from his mouth; a vile 'pop' sound resounds in the room while he does so.

The moment his cock is out of your mouth, you gasp for air, you swallow huge lugs of air through your mouth and glance at him with dazed eyes. His thick and veiny cock was slick with your spit, shining softly under the lights while a few strings of your saliva still connected your lips and his shaft. Your drool had covered every inch of his cock and had also slithered down your chin. The sensation in your mouth was a little sticky and salty from his precum. You keep your mouth wide open and wipe off the drool using the back of your hand; he smugly chuckles, eyes on you like a predator.

"Need to take a break?" he taunts you, belittling your presence and you shake your head to a no. Leaning over, he cups your face in both of his hands and grazes his eyes along your chest and exposed thighs.

"Get up."

Again, his domineering voice forces you to oblige, and you get on your wobbly feet—feeling your throat sore and tight from his cock hitting constantly, you swallow enough amount of spit and try to wash the sting down. He notices it but doesn't say much. His hands slide down from your face and hold your waist as you stand in front him; without any doubt, he pushes your front against the desk and makes you bend over. One hand on the collar of your blouse, and other on the small of your back; he keeps you in that position while he takes his time to shimmy his pants and briefs down till his knees. He positions himself behind you, managing to push your skirt up on your back to expose your dripping wet panties and your cunt. Your wet panties were driving him wild; his breathing becomes even more ragged when he snaps at the waistband and pulls them down to your knees. He swallows thickly when his thirsty eyes lurk over your glistening wet cunt, clenching around nothing for the time being.

"This wet cunt is going to take in every inch of me...fuck," he curses his under his breath while he smoothens his hand on one of your buttcheeks. "But we can't forget about your punishment, can we?"

He flattens his palm against your ass, keeping you pressed against the desk with his hand on your neck; you whimper in anticipation and hold onto the edge of the desk till your knuckles turn while. Anticipation makes you wiggle your ass slightly, as you're on your tippy toes and perfectly bent over the desk.

"No, we can't," you heave out a shaky sigh, not able to control your excitement anymore. "How are you going to punish me, professor?"

You sneer in your seductive voice, slurring your words against your rounded lips to get a reaction out of him. Having your vision limited to the empty classroom and the workbenches, the exhilaration of not knowing what he was going to do, makes you even wetter.

Yunho knows how vile your mind is, he knows the wet patch on your panties continues to grow the more he teases you and honestly, he wasn't complaining. He liked it as much as you did, but he hid it well in his composed speech and relaxed movements.

"There's only one way to punish a brat like you," he grunts, slapping one of your buttcheeks, "count them."

So, you were getting spanked. Such a fitting punishment for a brat like you, by a professor too—why did it feel like you were trapped in a low-budget student-professor porn movie? You can't complain anyway, you were absolutely absorbed in the trance of your pleasure and his hands caressing your butt.

You nod and thus begins the punishment.

Slap!

"One," you mewl, feeling his hand burn on your skin.

Slap!

"Two," your breath hitches when you go to say it out loud, your skin stinging from his hand.

Slap!

"Thr—three!" you groan out loudly, the impact jolting your body against the top of the desk.

This one stung like a bitch.

Slap!

Without any warning, he adds one more spank to the same buttcheek before moving onto the other. He offers it a soft squeeze first, and then pulls his hand back and flattens his palm over it.

Slap!

"How many were those, huh?" he asks your mind fiddles with the remaining brain cells—how many were those? Really. How many?

"Si—six," you somehow manage to sputter, your spit falling on the desk in front of you.

"Good girl," he praises, rubbing his hand on your buttcheek before tracing it down to your folds. His fingers press and nudge against your folds until he rams one finger along your slit. Pushing down, wedging his finger deep inside, he watches your juices coat the length of his finger before he brings it to his nose to give it a good sniff. "I wonder if you're enjoying this punishment, pup. Are you? Are you enjoying this punishment...?"

First, your mind goes haywire when he teases you with that nickname. Pup. Well, you were turning out to be his pet, you might as well roll along with it.

Second, you were certainly enjoying the punishment, liking the way his hands were able to engulf your entire buttcheek at once.

Third, you're forced to slip out of your sanity when he aligns his cock with your hole and slowly sinks in. Your aroused juices proved helpful for him to slip right in. You suddenly start feeling full, the stretch of your walls subsiding into a soothing ache and then it sublimes completely into pleasure. Your desires were getting quenched; inch by inch your cunt swallows him whole, the burn on your walls now pacified by him. He doesn't move when he bottoms out, he keeps his cock sucked deep in you. Keeping one hand on the small of his back, he pushes your nimble body further against the desk—your back arches inwards and prodding your ass out for his easy access.

"Fuck, such a tight cunt. Got no one to loosen it out, Miss Lee?" he smirks, grunting at the way your walls clenched around him and remains unmoving. "Don't worry, I'll fuck it loose—fuck," you tighten around him listening to his wispy words, "do you want me to, huh, pup? Do you want me to fuck you loose?"

"Yeah—yeah, yeah I'd like that," you murmur, your brain turned into a mush and your body shuddering as he slowly, very slowly, starts moving. He doesn't pull out completely, he keeps his cock buried deep in you and slides in and out at a leisure pace.

"Of course, my pup would like to get fucked senseless," he mumbles, slapping one of your buttcheeks again.

You were fully sure his hand was now printed on your skin in a bright red shade; the soreness didn't matter because the thrill was eating you up and turning it into bliss. Biting back a moan, you keep your breathing steady. Though, you feel your chest shatter entirely when he picks up his pace. Your fingernails start scratching at the varnish on the table, a bit of it getting stuck in them.

"Yes, prof—professor..." you groan, stuttering with his thrusts.

"Nuh-huh, for an obedient puppy like you, I'm your master," he slides his cock out, and rams back into you, letting it plunge deep, "what should you—should you call me, pup?"

"Master," you breathe out, exasperated. "Master, please go faster, fuck! Fuck me harder please, breed your little pup." You cry, genuinely letting tears streak down your cheeks; you were weak already, holding out till he would increase the rhythm of his merciless thrusts.

Something goes off in his head, his hips start snapping at an animalistic pace with your body thrashing against the wooden desk; his hands are all over you, touching you, caressing you, leaving his marks on you. Though, at a point he brings one of his hands to the curve of your back, while his other hand winds itself around your thigh. Seeming seconds drag on with his thrusts curt and sharp, his cock reaching deep in your cunt till you could feel it tauten in the pit of your stomach. Yunho could sense your walls clench around his cock, not liking it one bit—his thrusts start faltering, gradually coming to a halt.

Still buried deep in you, he leans over your back—inching close to your neck, he bites down harshly before whispering, "does my pup want to cum?"

You could discern the slyness in his voice, and you nod your head with your mouth agape, drool glistening down your lower lip and staining your chin. Bearing his size, tuning with his blunt thrusts, and the way his tip was abusing your sweet spot, it was all too much, sending you into a sensory overdrive. At this point, you had zero comprehensible thoughts in your mind except for the heinous acts you were weaving into your body: all of them being about your professor and his huge dick.

"Well, then my pup has to wait a little longer," he grunts close to your ear and then straightens himself up, "master isn't done with his pup yet."

"Can my pup wait a little longer?" he presses his hand down on your back, reluctantly making your walls clench around him.

You're left with no choice but to nod your head again, and it satisfies him; his gradually starts moving again, keeping his thrusts steady and slow. He lets you adjust to him again, and eventually increases his pace. Pulling and shoving himself into you, he starts bucking his hips into your thighs, his grip tightening till his knuckles turn white while you hold onto the edge of the table like your life depended on it. Your body oscillates to and fro, colliding and thumping with the wooden table with his every thrust. The sound of clothes crumpling, and the rattling of his belt buckle, makes your heart race harder in your chest.

You had never imagined you'd be caught in this situation; not that you didn't imagine or fantasise it, you didn't think it'd become a reality. Yeah, it's true that you had countless fantasises about your professor, one of them being fucked while you're bent over his desk—but the probability of him actually fucking you was one in a twenty, considering there were twenty female students in your class. Skin slapping against skin, his cock thrashing balls deep in your tight cunt, you were still mewling in your mind for more. The sensation was diabolical in a way, clustering your brain with unwanted thoughts—hell, you had lost it.

A known tightness tangles itself in your gut, your stomach cherishing the last bit of butterflies it felt before knowing you would flood down on his cock soon. Your senses drop, your stomach twists and knots, your heart runs a miles per hour because his thrusts were helping you chase your high. You were so sure he was going to let you take a break, let you ease out the tightness in your stomach; but to your unbridled surprise, he doesn't. His movements dither, slowing down till he comes to a stop again; he's still buried deep in you, and somehow that caused you more pain than his actual thrusts.

"Aww, my pup is too eager to get off," he mumbles, throwing his head back in pure bliss from your walls still clenched around him, but then he feels you loosen, and he starts pounding into you with a gentle tempo. "Not so soon. You're still getting punished."

He drags on for an hour or so, his thrusts stopping completely sometimes, his cock buried deep in your warmth—eventually he would pick up his pace and ram into your tight little cunt as if it was the last thing he wanted. You had been denied your orgasm a few times, counting it, you had been denied three times so far. Though that pleasure was turning into pain, your belly ached with every inch of strain his cock put on your cunt. Your stomach knots itself for the fourth time, your legs trembling and your yearning crossing your threshold to hold your orgasm in.

The familiarity only grows in your gut, your walls puckering around his cock to milk out his own orgasm; but he knows how to play it off well, he wasn't going to cum before you did. Pressing back into your thighs, he remains unmoving for a second before picking up his pace again, his cock plunges into the deeper void of your cunt, almost protruding the walls to your gut. You have lost your voice to make a sound, one thing—but the other thing was you weren't supposed to make a lot of noise. Swallowing your moans and grunts, you feel your high washing over; your walls tighten around his cock one last time before they're coming undone—releasing you juices all over his cock. Some of it squirts around as his cock still keeps plunging deep into you, a few drops stain his abdomen and get absorbed in his clothes, but he doesn't seem too bothered by it.

"My pup made a mess on my cock," he grumbles, closing his eyes shut as he helps you ease your cunt with a few of his concise and brief thrust. His thighs collide with yours, heat growing between your bodies and your skin slick from sweat and your orgasm. "Such a pretty pup, such a beautiful little baby..." he rambles on his own, incoherent and inaudible, but mostly it was him losing his mind over the trickling warmth of your arousal.

His thrusts become sloppy once he knows he's reaching his high; but he doesn't give out just yet. With a couple more longing and concise thrusts, he lets himself drive his cock deep into your warmth—he counts down the minutes with his ambling pokes till it becomes unbearable for him to hold out. Taking a deep breath and arching his back to let his cock plunge deep, he slides one of his hands on your lower back—pressing, pushing, digging his fingers and palm in your flesh, he releases himself in deep in you. With every thrust, he keeps pulling out till he completely slides out of you. He smirks at the sight his eyes behold, twinkling with a yearning no one knows, not even you; his load dribbles down your pussy, staining your skin in stark white shade, as some of it spurts on your inner thighs.

You're breathless, too fucked to understand anything and thus you couldn't register your surroundings quite well when he flips you over. Grabbing your shoulders, he pushes you down on the ground, having you kneel before him with his cock near your mouth. The veins on his cock were less bulged than before, but his shaft was coated in a thin layer of his cum and glints a bit with your juices.

"Clean me up, pup."

His order doesn't go unheard by you, and as the loyal little puppy you are to him, you hold on to the sides of his thighs and lean in to lick his cock off. At first, it's a weird concoction of saltiness and a little bit of sweetness, soon it fades to nothing. You lap your tongue around his shaft, over and under his tip till you've cleared everything off from his cock—you pull back, smiling dizzily because you were delighted to help him out. Half-lidded eyes trace a line up and you find him staring at down at you, his hand in the process to grab your jaw. Caressing your chin, he pulls you up on your feet and helps you sit on the desk before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull himself closer to you.

"Miss Lee," he whispers, "I'm sure the post-orgasm clarity is now sinking in both of our minds, but we certainly need to address the elephant in the room."

You lean forward to rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes shut for a moment, you take a deep breath in and relax your tensed muscles. "Professor Jeong...I've wanted this to happen for a long time."

"So, you have no regard for me losing my job, do you?" he teases, rubbing circles on your back to soothe you, "Lee Sherri, you really are a brat. Making me break my rules."

"What rules?" you grin, peeking up at him as your wrap your arms around his broad chest.

"I don't date my students," he murmurs, pecking your forehead.

"Who's suggesting you date me?" you chuckle, shaking your head, "we can be fuck buddies."

"Is that what you call it nowadays?" he laughs, heartily, pouting down at you as he continues, "we'll have to be really careful, Sherri. Can't have anyone knowing about us—"

Knock knock!

Your eyes go wide, your heart thumps in your chest and your lips start quivering in fear. On the other hand, Yunho is pretty tame, and he only offers you a reassuring smile.

"Straighten out your clothes and relax. It's no stranger, I've been expecting him actually," he mumbles, breaking apart from your embrace to pull his pants and briefs up.

Whilst he is buttoning his pants and buckling the belt, you too tug your panties up and hop off the desk. You try to smoothen out the creases on your skirt and blouse—your white lacy socks were stained with dust at the knees, but you didn't care about it. The clutter of papers on the desk remains as it is, neither of you bothered to organise it. Professor Jeong smiles at you warmly before heading to the door of the classroom, he unlocks the latch and pulls the doors inside to reveal another man with tall silhouette standing there.

Professor Song.

"Since when have you been locking your doors, Yun?" the latter teasingly mutters and chortles, stepping past his friend and entering the classroom which reeks of sweat and sex. He sniffs the air and along the lines his eyes land on you, "ah. So, you were having "one-on-one" with your student."

Professor Song wasn't a professor from your department, he was the heartthrob of the physics department, seemingly the kind who would definitely not have any sentiments towards his students or anyone younger to him for that matter. Clad in a plaid shirt and khakis, he too had a body worth breaking the laws for; his toned biceps bulged out of the sleeves he had rolled over to his elbows, his thick thighs (which you've fantasied riding on) were defined by his tight khakis, and hazel eyes were piercing through you with curiosity.

"Miss Lee and I were just discussing, weren't we, Miss Lee?" Yunho calls out from behind him, tugging down on the crotch of his pants for some apparent reason.

"Discussing what?"

You shift your weight on your feet, standing an inch away from the desk (where you were just railed by your professor) and you pull down on your skirt, not knowing why you felt the need to. You eye your tote bag fallen down on the floor, then at the mess of your binder on the table, and one thing becomes clear which is you and Professor Jeong did fuck on the table.

"I was chiding her for not completing her experimental write-ups, Min," Yunho adds, scratching the back of his neck as he comes to stand next to him. "Miss Lee, we'll have a proper discussion about your careless behaviour next time, perhaps tomorrow. Now, you may leave."

You nod, "ye—yes professor."

Hastily, you sprint out of the classroom after gathering your things and stuffing them in your bag in a haphazard way; meanwhile Mingi rolls his eyes at his friend and scoffs.

"Lie to someone else, Yun."

"Fuck you," he grumbles before a conceited smirk takes over his face.

"If you keep your trap shut, maybe we can share."

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angst - nct masterlist.

mark lee / minhyung lee

still here / 1.5k words

preview: it all started with a kiss from your best friend, mark. and most cases, one-night stands do not usually end well… right?

just say it / 1k words

preview: you think mark has fallen out of love. he insists he did not.

what if... / 634 words

preview: mark is here to stay. you are not meant to.

apartment / 866 words

preview: mark likes to keep his apartment tidy, just the way you like it.

apple pie / 1k words

preview: you and mark both love baking in the kitchen. how will you share your last masterpiece together?

fourteenth / 1.2k words

preview: your ex, mark, takes you out on a dinner. nothing is a coincidence. you refuse to play along.

oceans and engines / 632 words

preview: your best friend, mark, is getting engaged. now, you have to make a decision.

in-denial / 617 words

preview: mark doesn't know where to place himself in your life, until he found you sitting across the bar with jeno.

finding home / 1.1k words

preview: mark struggles to find home. it's been you all along.

jaehyun jeong / yuno jeong

"jae?" / 1.7k words

preview: jaehyun buys johnny and mark some cuervo shots. he forgets the one thing that everyone says—stay away from your phone when you’re drunk.

perfectly / 715 words

preview: you pick up your old things from your ex's house, jaehyun. you see something that isn't yours.

haechan lee / donghyuck lee

his choice / 1.4k words

preview: at the end of the day, haechan chooses you despite the distance in time and proximity. but why do you feel so… guilty?

bus stop / fluff! 1.1k words

preview: haechan rides the bus. you hop on the same ride. minutes later, you two were a couple. he never questioned why.

i love you, haechan lee. / 612 words

preview: to love haechan is to let go. part 2: sequel

dive into you / 985 words

preview: haechan notices, you just wish he doesn't.

doyoung kim / dongyoung kim

bucket list / 2.6k words

preview: you created one last fairytale in new york city. doyoung was never good with words. you asked him to hold your hand until the clock strikes 12 am. he was willing to play your prince charming.

johnny suh / seo yeongho

keeping tabs / 712 words

preview: johnny made sure he had it all, except you.

jaemin na

dimly lit room / 722 words

preview: jaemin has never been good with his words.

masterlist updated: june 9, 2023

on the use of gifs: the gifs used in this masterlist are not mine. if you see your gif here, kindly send me a message and i’d be happy to give you credits. with love. always.

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drama, drama, drama | ksj

plot | Being the two of the biggest celebrities in Hollywood, rumors are always unavoidable. Eyes and cameras were always pointed at you and everything you will do can be used to form some new type of ✨drama✨.

words | 2605

genres | humor/crack, tiny angst, tiny fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | usernames used in the fic are all fictional. set in the last months of 2022 to 2023. the series is coming to an end! I'm actually surprised y'all voted for drama in the poll haha. this is basically the summary of all the big events that happened between the a-listers from the last months of 2022 to 2023. let me know your thoughts! enjoy reading.

main masterlist | drabble series

@/YNUpdates: Y/N receives her third BAFTA nomination for From The Other Side.

Grand award season began in November. A lot of acting nominations were being released to the public. It includes nominations for prestigious acting awards such as Academy Awards, British Academy Film Awards, and the Golden Globe Awards. Due to your great performance in your co-produced film, From The Other Side, you were nominated for Best Actress in countless award ceremonies, alongside other big actresses of 2022 such as Michelle Yeoh, Cate Blanchett, and Viola Davis. You were the youngest nominee for the Best Actress category.

@/loveyn: y/n getting the recognition she deserves <3

@/francheskatpurrs: can’t wait for her red carpet looks!

replying to @/francheskatpurrs:

- @/girlslikewho: i just know she will serve

You posted an Instagram Story on your account. After the announcement of nominees for the Academy Awards, you updated your fans with a picture of you in a fuzzy purple cardigan, tucked in your jeans. You were happily holding a big bouquet of flowers in what seemed like your spacious backyard. You didn’t caption it with anything, just four white emojis.

@/mintchoco: i’m crying the drought is over we’re getting a whole body pic now

@/sendmylove: y/n looking gorg in the simplest fit

@/l0nelyppl: omg is she finally coming back?????

@/sunshineyn: babe wake up y/n posted new photos

Your fans were delighted to see you doing well during your hiatus. For months since your break, you were just teasing them with goofy selfies and Francheskat pictures. But now that you posted a new picture, they are filled with excitement and hope that you will be back attending public events again. Including the award ceremonies for 2023.

As usual, talks about your personal life are always present. Particularly, your love life since your always-rumored lover was then spotted out with a model a couple of times No matter how long you stay private during your break, your face still managed to be on the covers of lousy gossip magazines. You don’t waste your time reading or even touching those. But you still come across them through social media.

For fans, there are commonly two types of them. One who always believes in every good and bad article they see. And there’s the other who can read between the lines of these articles and fact-check to see if they are reading a piece of true news or just some dumb gossip. Still, they cannot help but to react every report that may concern you or Jin. So, when a certain article with photos dropped on the last week of November.

Lee Sung Kyung and Jeong Joon Hyung Step Out in Italy for Dinner

The glamorous models were seen kissing during dinner in Italy a month after the Chanel ambassador sparked dating rumors with actor JIN.

@/PopCrave: Lee Sung Kyung posted selfies with her boyfriend, Jeong Joon Hyung on her Instagram.

@/jinhourly: I KNEW IT

@/hubbyseokjinnie: y’all threw jin under the bus when lsk is really just his friend

Your shared fandom with Jin took that news as a sign that such a crazy season won’t happen again. It was like a rainbow after months of rain. Their hope heightens even though they don’t really get much content from you two.

Then, December came. People waited if you were going to post something for Jin’s birthday as you accidentally made it a tradition. Last year, you didn’t post something but later revealed that you two were together in Seoul. And now that more chaotic things happened, everyone is waiting if you’re gonna do something. Then, just in the last hour of the particular day, you finally shared something.

@/PopCrave: Today, Y/N posted a picture of her cat, Francheskat wearing a little party hat. With the caption, “party cat”.

It wasn’t much but your fans ate it up. They were happy just by that image. You didn’t tag the birthday boy himself, Jin, or even Since your comments were turned off, your friend didn’t get a chance to express themselves in your post.

@/rareyn: omg she continued the tradition

@/JINYN: i’ll take this as a win 😌😌

@/miamorjin: y’all should check donny’s stories on ig rn

Your common friend, Donny, posted what seemed to be a soundless clip in his Instagram story. The camera was zooming in on Jin who was falling asleep as he sat on a sofa. His head slowly turned down as he swayed mindlessly, seemingly falling asleep. The clip ended when an arm reached for him. Happy birthday, bro! Donny captioned on the top center of the video. On the bottom right, he left a little note: get more sleep, sleepyhead 😴🐻

It was a cute video and birthday greeting. But something else caught the attention of everyone.

@/bluemoon04: that floral wallpaper in the background iykyk 😉😉😉😉

@/gingerly3848523: that’s yn, right? that’s her!

Replying to @/gingerly3848523

- @/C0RNELIA: i think so bc that sleeve!!!!

@/ynjinhearts: bro prolly muted the clip to hide any noise then that purple cardigan gave it away 😭😭

Aaron Taylor-Johnson Replaces JIN in the upcoming film, Fade Into You

The actor left due to scheduling conflicts

A24’s Fade Into You movie now has Aaron Taylor-Johnson co-star with Zendaya. Taylor-Johnson replaced Jin two months after the latter was confirmed to be cast in the said movie. His publicist explained that ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’ actor left due to scheduling conflicts.

Just in the last year of October, JIN confirmed to star in two movie productions. The first was Fade Into You and the second was Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s directorial debut movie which remained untitled for now. It is still unknown if the actor will still pursue the latter.

This romance-drama film would have been Jin’s first movie project for 2023. It is expected to start production in February. The announcement was a surprise as it was already reported that the actor already flew to San Francisco, California to film. Just a day before announcing his sudden exit.

Nonetheless, director Kathryn Williams cleared out any upcoming rumors by sharing a statement. Which, she states:

Our lead actor, Jin, was respectful and kind enough to apologize personally to everyone on the crew for the hassle. He had his reasons and we understood it. We don’t tolerate any sort of rumors being made. That so, we wished Jin well in his future endeavors. Also, we are happy and thrilled to welcome Aaron Taylor-Johnson to our project.

The new year of 2023 just came and three days into the said year, articles about Jin leaving a project headlined the showbiz news. Admittedly, his fans were surprised. But on the other side of the coin, your shared supporters with him were all taken back to the happening from the prior year. It was like grey skies were starting to form and tower over their heads again.

@/zendayafp: would have been fun to see z and jin together for a project 🙁

Replying to @/zendayafp

- @/seokjinroyalty: i wish they would get to work soon!!

@/cinderellastreet: oh god i think i’m getting flashbacks

@/ynjinly: if you survived this fandom last year, you’ll be fine xx

@/loveynjin: then next thing u know he’ll be posting cat pics for the next months

Replying to @/loveynjin

- @/idkanym0re: HE DON’T EVEN LIKE CATS 💀💀💀

– @/SEOKJINSKIM: he’ll probably post francheskat too 🤡

Awarding season came. Much to your fans’ dismay, you haven’t attended any award shows from January to February. You snatched a few awards from different award shows, including BAFTA around the third week of February. Your movie director accepted it for you and read the short speech you sent her through text message.

Emerald stood in front of the mic, holding your award as her other hand scrolled through her phone screen, “I would like to thank the British Academy for this award. It was an honor to be nominated next to these amazing actresses. These ladies and their works were all amazing and wonderful. And to our lovely director, Emerald Fennel, thank you for trusting me with your art. You are brilliant and a sister to me. I love you with all of my heart. Thank you to everyone who worked hard in making the film oh-so-beautiful…. Em, I don’t know why you’re making me send you an acceptance speech two hours before the ceremony… It makes me feel delusional, honestly. LOL… Anyway… Whatever the result is, tell Brendan Fraser I love him ever since I watched him when I was five.”

The camera panned to the actor, who smiled and placed a hand on his chest before mouthing thank you. Your fans congratulate you through Twitter and silently hoped you will post something on Instagram since you’ve been pretty inactive again. Your last update was during Valentine’s day. Where you posted a picture of a picnic basket on green grass.

@/YNUpdates: Y/N won her first Best Actress from BAFTA, sixteen years after winning best supporting actress from the British Academy.

But Jin did an update on his Instagram before February ends, which was somehow rare since he normally just reposts pictures and stories his friends tagged him in. But just days after BAFTA, he posted a certain photo that might have caused a ruckus online.

@/loveynjin: I KNEW IT

@/ME0WFRNCHSKT: omg is he catsitting her

@/JINUpdates: Jin posted a new Instagram story with Francheskat. [insert photos]

It was a selfie of Jin holding Francheskat, who was happier than the pictures you share online. He captioned: with my best friend 😺

The last prestigious award shows that your fans are wishing you will make an appearance at is the Oscars. And it happened in March. Almost forty-five minutes into the red carpet event, a lot of celebrities had already arrived in their glamorous gowns and suits. Your fans are starting to lose hope when you posted through your social media account…

haha this is fun, you captioned.

It was a thirty-second black and white clip of you playing the piano. Ironically, you were playing Kitty Kallen’s old jazz song, It’s Been A Long Long Time. You were obviously at home, wearing a large sweatshirt with a claw clip on your hair to keep them together.

@/YNUpdates: Y/N confirms absence at the Oscars as she posted a new clip on Instagram.

You didn’t win the award but your fans still poured you with congratulatory messages. Due to Jin’s last post, they were still confused about the relationship between you two. Some just accepted the fact that you and Jin are maybe just friends or you will never confirm anything.

On the other hand, the media managed to create more rumors even though both you and Jin never went out in the public separately or together. You still haven’t done anything that might allude to your comeback and Jin… there are murmurs going around the fandom that he will probably leave his other project with Phoebe Waller-Bridge as the said film is not having any process. His last public appearance was sometime in May. It was an event for the debut of his new series on HBO. He made an appearance on the red carpet but was seen to leave earlier than others. He didn’t go to the after-party with his co-stars.

Rumors about you usually revolve around your possible romantic relationships, pregnancy, or anything that they will notice about your body or face. And now, with the press collecting every information they can get about you and Jin. You have something new to add to your list of gossip.

Hollywood A-Listers: YN and JIN rumored to be back together?

After months of rumored breakup, YN and Jin are allegedly back together. Various sources have shared their reasons to believe so.

“He has been trying to get her back after the whole chaos with Sungkyung.” a source claims.

Last October 2022, Jin was spotted on a couple of dates with model Lee Sungkyung during New York Fashion Week. The two later denied the romantic relationship going on between them through a shared statement by their publicists. They claim:

“Due to the number of malicious comments and articles the two celebrities have been getting, we would like to publicize that JIN and Sung Kyung are only friends. They have known each other since childhood as JIN spent his early years back in Seoul, South Korea, where he met Sung Kyung as his kindergarten classmate.”

The Chanel ambassador was later revealed to be in a relationship with another model, Jeong Joon Hyung. The attention was all panned back to JIN and YN as fans hoped for an update between the two.

A source that is close to the actress tipped, “YN has been really away from everyone she knows for a while. It was like she is isolating herself. She is focusing more on her wellbeing than surrounding herself with people she learned that used her for their own advantage.”

YN was on hiatus for any activities since March 2022. Still, the actress welcomed the year with success as she received awards and nominations for her performance in last year’s critical-acclaimed, From The Other Side.

“Jin wanted to focus on improving his relationship with YN. That’s why he recently left a good project. She made him choose between her and his career.”

Insiders claimed that due to the events last year, YN was allegedly having trust issues with the actor. Although the two had been very lowkey with their rumored relationship, fans have pointed out that the a-listers have set their eyes on each other since the filming of their first movie, Cornelia Street. The rumors build up over the years and it includes YN and Jin moving in together in a house somewhere in Connecticut just before the 2020 pandemic strikes. None of these were ever confirmed.

E!News has reached out to YN’s and JIN’s reps for comment.

The articles all used the same “pieces of evidence” to prove their claim. The Instagram stories, Jin’s leave in Fade Into You, and more paparazzi photos of him since they cannot really get photos of you since paparazzi assume you are always at home back in California. Surprisingly, the fans didn’t make a big buzz about it as they were already connecting the dots since your hiatus.

@/jamaisvu: atp the press are stealing our theories 🤨

@/ynthecatlady: can we copyright @/bluemoon04’s thread of proofs??? jkjk

@/jamaisvu: atp the press are stealing our theories 🤨

@/ynthecatlady: can we copyright @/bluemoon04’s thread of proofs??? jkjk

Just a few days later, after the getting-back-together articles floated over the waters of the internet, one of the past guest appearances you did with Jin during promotions for Maybe Yes, Maybe No earned attention. Someone posted an excerpt of the video where you and Jin play burning question with Ellen.

Ellen’s voice was heard as the camera focused on you and Jin sitting next to each other with buzzers in front of you two, “Finish the phrase “the way to my heart is…..”

“Is… through loving my cat as much as they love me,” you answered first, making the audience react with a soft aww.

Jin then replied, “Is through kindness and generosity… not just to me but to everyone in their surroundings.”

“On a scale of 1-10, how good are you at keeping secrets?” the host asked almost immediately after you two buzzed.

“Nine,” Jin replied.

“Ten. We’re actors. We lie for a living!” you exclaimed, making everyone in the studio laugh.

You two pressed the buzzers again. And now, to the part that made this whole clip viral on the internet again:

“Do you believe in second chances?”

Your leading man nods, “Yeah.”

“I… don’t know,” you replied, seemingly unsure as you pursed your lips. “For now, maybe no.”

a/n: asks are open for questions and bets!!

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I appreciate what you did that day. I will put the handkerchief you lent me in your mailbox on my way to work tomorrow. It’s been such a long time since I saved the contact number of someone who wasn’t my family or colleague. I appreciate what you did that day…So I wanted to send you a message. You don’t have to reply. I wish you good health. From Unit #1003. BU JEONG to KANG JAE | Episode 4 Hello, Lee Bujeong-ssi. Thanks to you, I feel I’ve become a better person, and with that cheerful heart, I returned home safely. How have you been? The promise to meet in Seoul next time…The bet that is yet to be settled…The feeling that they’re all real, makes me endlessly excited and also endlessly afraid. Is this reality? Or am I in a fantasy, unable to return to reality? I don’t know yet. But I just want to trust this feeling. Saying that you don’t have to reply is something that you don’t really mean. Hello, Lee Bujeong-ssi. Thanks to you, I returned home safely. You don’t have to reply. KANG JAE to BU JEONG | Episode 14

JTBC Lost (2021)

#jtbc lost #human disqualification #kdramaedit #kdramadaily #kdramasource #jeon do yeon #ryu jun yeol #these two............#ruining the ability to casually tell someone 'you don't have to reply' for all of us #😔✊🏼#('all of us' = all twelve of us who have seen this show)#*edits #kdrama

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Kdrama Challenge

Day 3: Favourite Lead Couple

Lee Gon+Jeong Tae-eul- The King: Eternal Monarch

Ahn Min-hyuk+Do Bong-soon- Strong Woman Do Bong-soon

Lee Jun-ho+Woo Young-woo- Extraordinary Attorney Woo

Jang Uk+Jin Bu-yeon- Alchemy of Souls

Jung Yi-hyun+Yoon Sae-bom- Happiness

Cha Eun-jae+SEO Woo-jin- Dr. Romantic

#kdrama #kdrama challenge #the king: eternal monarch #alchemy of souls #extraordinary attorney woo #happiness tvn #strong woman do bong soon #dr. romantic

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Renegade [hitman!Felix]

Characters: Felix, Jeongin, Hyunjin, older fem!OC, Bang Chan, Lee Know, Seungmin, Han (mentioned), Changbin (mentioned) Rating: A/O for Adults Only Content Warnings/Tags: preexisting polyamory with HyunIn, protective HyunIn, antagonist Felix, enemies to almost-lovers, violence, attempted murder, hostage situation/standoff, banter/verbal sparring, public blowjob, bisexual Felix, panic/anxiety attack Word Count: 10,146 Summary: When the rivalries of Felix versus Hyunjin and Lee Know versus Bang Chan intersect, Blackbox becomes a target. Felix can think of a few things he'd rather do than kill her, but orders are orders. Note: This is part of a larger John Wick AU, which can be found here.

“I need your help with something,” Chris said. Her brow furrowed, tapping her index finger against the phone at her ear in faint agitation. The last time Chris had required her help, she’d ended up prisoner to a rival kingpin.

“Help with what?” she asked. Jeong In, who was sitting in the dining area putting his primary firearm back together after cleaning it, raised his head to look at the phone in her hand. In the last few months, a life or death experience had brought them back together, and now the infamous Gumiho was stuck to her ass (and various other body parts).

Now, Jeong In got up and moved to sit next to her on the loveseat, resting his ear against the back of her phone so he could listen, too.

“There’s a meeting I’m attending, and it has a lot to do with the last thing you helped me with. I’d like your perspective in real-time,” Chris said.

The last thing you helped me with. So this had to do with Lee Know, or his assassin, the Smiler, or both.

Jeong In put his hand on her leg and squeezed, making his opinion on it clear. She’d almost died doing Chris a favor last time. Jeong In didn’t want her to sacrifice for him again.

“What do you need from me?” she asked, noncommittal.

“All I need is for you to be present with your lived experience. This is more of an advisory role. Like I said, I need your perspective,” Chris said. It sounded innocuous. After all, Chris hadn’t purposely thrown her under the bus last time and had even personally floated Jeong In’s not-insignificant working fee to pull her out.

“Can I bring I.N?” she asked.

“As long as he remains unseen, I don’t care who you bring,” Chris said. Jeong In tapped her thigh twice with two fingers, and a small smile came to her lips.

“Fair enough. I’ll do it,” she said.

“Great. I’ll have the details dropped later,” he said.

“Of course,” she answered. “Can never be too careful.”

She hung up on Chris and promptly started a different call. This one she put on speaker. It rang twice, then picked up.

“Yeah?”

“Hwang, are you busy?”

Two gunshots, followed by the sound of wet meat thumping to the floor.

“I’m never too busy for you,” Hyun Jin said, his voice going from gruff and annoyed to soft and sweet now that he knew who was calling. “What do you need?”

“I don’t have all the details yet, but it has something to do with Lee Know. I want you for backup. All you have to do is watch from a distance and make sure I don’t get shot. If things go well, you won’t even need to fire.”

Three more gunshots, and the sound of a physical altercation. Glass breaking. Hyun Jin’s growls of effort, one more gunshot.

“Yeah, might be nice to have an easy afternoon for a change,” he said finally.

“Is this a bad time?” she asked.

“No! Talking to you is great for morale,” he said. She heard him reload and prime his handgun. “They make wireless earbuds a lot better than they used to.”

She laughed. Even on their side of the underworld, people were wary about working with Hwang Hyun Jin for his unpredictable behavior. The beginning of their alliance had been similarly unhinged, but now she trusted him with both her life and identity.

“Happy to help. If you die I’ll kill you,” she said. He huffed a laugh, then unloaded his magazine into someone. “Jesus Christ, Hwang, I think you got him.”

“Oh, one question,” he asked. “Will I.N be there?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Is that a problem?”

“Not at all. I like him. You have good taste in men.”

Jeong In snorted.

“Oh my god is he there? Am I on speaker? Hi, Yennie!”

“Jesus Christ,” Jeong In muttered, but there was a faint smile on his lips. “Hi, Hwang. Don’t die or I’ll dig you up and kill you, too.”

Hyun Jin laughed.

“Be safe, I’ll be in touch,” she said.

“Bye, noona. Bye, I.N,” Hyun Jin said, and they hung up.

“Well,” Jeong In said. “Backup is nice.”

She sighed, her mind going back to the job at hand. “Yeah. Especially if it’s a trap.”

“You think Bang Chan would set you up?” Jeong In asked, sounding doubtful.

“No. But Lee Know would.”

“Lee Know just arrived,” said Hyun Jin’s voice in her earpiece. “He’s alone and I don’t trust it.”

“Yeah, that’s . . . peculiar. Usually he’s got at least one guy,” she said, tapping the steering wheel of the parked rental car. She and Jeong In had flown from the States, where she presently felt safest, to Seoul for the meeting with Lee Know, at Chris’s behest. Jeong In shifted in the passenger seat.

“Maybe he didn’t think he needed one. We’re meeting at the Continental, and neither you nor Chris has ever broken the rules,” Jeong In said. He also had an earpiece.

“Has Lee Know ever broken them, as far as we know?” she asked. It was possible that he may have and just hadn’t gotten caught. The chances were slim but never zero.

“Not that I know of, and it’s usually me or Han that goes with him. I think Han would have told me if anything happened. He loves to hear himself talk,” Hyun Jin said.

“Then we have no choice but to take it at face value for now,” she said. She got out of the car, and Jeong In did the same. Ordinarily, she would have let Continental concierge take care of it, but she’d purposely parked in a garage blocks away so she could walk. She tossed the keys to Jeong In and headed down to the sidewalk. She removed her earpiece, turned it off, and put it away. She didn’t think Chris or Lee Know would have her frisked before the meeting, but she didn’t want to openly disrespect either of them.

When she arrived at the bar, she saw Chris and Lee Know already there. Chris had just received his drink, and the pair were talking, looking cordial. She went to the bar and greeted both of them politely before ordering.

“One Blue Hawaiian, please. Oh, and can I get one of those little umbrellas? Thank you.”

“Baby stuff,” Lee Know said, looking her over. He was still unhappy, understandably, but he’d gotten a good amount of revenge on her by more than halving her contact list via Hwang. Of course, she’d also split Hwang’s loyalty in the deal, so Lee Know couldn’t be too happy about that, either.

“What can I say?” she answered, shrugging. “I’m still recovering my constitution.”

“Yeah,” he said, seeming a little absent. “Sorry about all that. Nasty business.”

His tone conveyed that he was very much not sorry about it. Chris rolled his eyes. The bartender handed her an electric blue drink in a fun glass with a straw and a little yellow umbrella poking out the top. She accepted with a smile.

“Shall we move this conversation elsewhere?” she asked.

“Let’s,” Chris said. “I got a meeting room for us, so we won’t be disturbed.”

Felix watched, bored, from the corner of the bar area. He’d flown in the night before from Sydney to Seoul specifically to take Lee Know up on a hit, which meant he was officially off probation. He’d checked into the Seoul Continental the night before, so if anyone was on the lookout for Lee Know’s backup today, they wouldn’t see any.

Even now, in the bar, nobody noticed him. Lee Know made a point of never glancing his way, lest he tip off his meeting partners.

This job was personal for both of them, so it had to go right. Their target was the woman. Blackbox. She’d successfully infiltrated Lee Know’s ranks and even managed to compromise Hyun Jin. They hadn’t realized how deep the hooks were until the Gumiho showed up to free her. Hyun Jin had been in charge of the detention level that day, and he’d let the Gumiho walk in, paint the walls red, and walk out with a knowledgeable prisoner.

If Felix had been on duty that day, it never would have happened. Hell, if he’d still been in the country it wouldn’t have happened. But thanks to her conspiring with Hyun Jin, Felix had instead been overseas undergoing disciplinary action.

This job was Lee Know’s olive branch. Kill Blackbox. Get our revenge. Water under the bridge.

Good thing Felix had the forethought to keep Hyun Jin’s tech bugged this entire time. Hyun Jin was great in the field, always had been, but he had a blind spot for trackers. Luckily for him, he was skilled enough to fight his way out of most traps, but this trap wasn’t for him.

When Lee Know and his “guests” left the bar, Felix started tapping through his phone, checking for the most recent updates on Hyun Jin. The Gumiho—I.N, apparently—was also nearby. Felix might have been intimidated, having a couple of the most well-known hitmen in Korea within shooting distance, but they didn’t know he was here, and until he moved he wouldn’t even be a potential target. With his dark hair and petit stature, he probably wouldn’t be noticed until it was too late.

Unless, of course, Hyun Jin expected Felix to be here . . .

Lee Know had willingly bugged himself that morning, so Felix was able to follow the meeting as it progressed. He didn’t really care about the alliance talk. Finding out Bang Chan had set up the infiltration operation with Blackbox gave Felix pause, but it didn’t change his mind, and Lee Know didn’t give any indication that he wanted to switch targets. Besides, if everything Bang Chan said was accurate, then he hadn’t been privy to the shit with Hyun Jin. That left it to rest squarely on Blackbox.

Felix had been in enough meetings with Lee Know to acquire a feeling for the cadence. As things began to wind down, Felix left the bar and went outside. He wasn’t stupid enough to murder someone on Continental grounds. As he walked, he kept close to groups of people and took routes between close buildings. Hyun Jin had never been much of a sniper, and while Felix was aware the Gumiho could do things that way, it wasn’t his usual M.O. If Felix made himself a tough enough shot, he wouldn’t have anything to worry about.

He found the rental vehicle in a nearby parking garage, which he’d pinged earlier after triangulating the trio’s communication devices, and unlocked it with his phone. It was actually ridiculous, the number of exploitable backdoors there were in modern vehicles’ computer systems.

Felix didn’t need to do anything after that except leave. If he was right, I.N would make it back to the car first, and upon finding it unlocked, he would know it had been tampered with. By who, with what, or why he wouldn’t know, but Felix trusted I.N to look it over thoroughly before letting Blackbox anywhere near it. That should waylay him long enough for Felix to finish the job. Of the three, I.N was the quantity most unknown to Felix, so it behooved him to get the Gumiho out of the way first.

The elevator doors closed just as I.N made it up the stairs. Right on time. Felix adjusted the channel input to his earpiece so he could hear everything on Hyun Jin’s end, including I.N’s communications.

“Someone’s been here,” the Gumiho said. “Don’t come back.”

Felix had to move fast. He checked the locations on his phone and found Hyun Jin still set up near the Continental. Felix was counting on Blackbox to go straight to him.

He left the parking garage and made his way to Hyun Jin’s location. As expected, Blackbox was also on her way, and she was closer to Hyun Jin than Felix was. Felix sped up. He saw her enter the building directly into an access stairwell. Felix jogged across the street and wound his way up the stairs after her.

When he got close enough, he reached for her leg mid-step and pulled. His window was short; when she didn’t make it to her destination, Hyun Jin would come down looking. Potentially sooner than that if she was still actively bugged.

She made a startled noise and grabbed the railing to keep from falling. She glanced back at him and immediately clocked him as a threat. She still recognized him. Good.

Felix moved up the steps to get on her level, but she kicked him, landing a blow to his chest. He stumbled down a step, only to grab the railing and propel himself forward again as she swung an elbow at him, aiming for his face. He narrowly ducked under it and advanced, drawing the handgun off his belt. She grabbed his arm before he could get it into position. He seized her by the hair with one hand, yanking her back and pushing her body painfully against the railing with his, bowing her back, getting the gun up again.

She twisted just enough to sink her teeth into his arm, hard. He snarled in pain as she broke skin, shaking her head like a rabid dog, heedless of her hair, until he dropped the gun. It clattered to the steps as her left hand came up with a short knife, going right for his neck. She nicked him, warm blood welling, but he’d leaned away just enough to avoid catastrophe. In retaliation, he kneed her in the stomach, buying himself a moment to grab the gun off the floor and hit her in the side of the head with the grip, dazing her enough for him to grab her hair again and fit the muzzle to her temple. His body once again sandwiched hers to the railing; he could feel her chest against his while she panted. They were both bleeding now.

“Drop it,” he said in Korean. She was multilingual, so it really didn’t matter what language he used. The knife landed on the steps.

“Long time, no see, Smiler,” she said in English. His features shifted into an annoyed approximation of the smile he was known for.

“It’s about time we caught up, don’t you think?” he replied in English, too, his Australian accent coming in thick, as though mocking her American one.

“Personally, I could have gone my entire life without seeing you again,” she said. He scoffed a short laugh.

“Why? Because you knew it would come down to this? Because you knew I would want revenge for what you did to me?” he said.

“I didn’t do shit,” she spat. “It’s not my fault what Lee Know considers discipline is actual torture. I would know.”

“Too true. But you and Hwang set me up,” he said. She made a noncommittal expression.

“Don’t blame me for someone else’s overreaction,” she said. He growled at her, tightening his fist in her hair. Despite standing on the same steps as her, he still had to tip his chin up a little to look her in the face. Never had he hated more the fact that she was taller than him.

“You knew what he would do. You know how our world works. It’s a little late to be playing dumb. I know you’re more than a pretty face,” he said. She snorted.

“You think I’m pretty?” she asked, obviously not caring one way or another.

“Of course,” he said. “How else am I to assume you collect such deadly men? Can’t be your sparkling personality. Though I must admit, you never struck me as the type,” he went on. She quirked an eyebrow at him.

“And what type is that?”

“Femme fatale,” he said, the words feeling strange on his lips. She had the audacity to laugh.

“That’s what you think?”

“Are you going to tell me I’m wrong?”

Her smile was lazy. “No.”

“I should have figured,” he said, a sour taste in his mouth. “Have you fucked Bang Chan, too?”

“Not recently,” she said. Felix made a disgruntled sound. “Oh, please. We use what we’ve got, babe. And fortunately for me, I’ve got arguably poor taste.”

It was then that Felix felt the gun barrel at the back of his head. Where had he come from?

Felix released Blackbox from his grasp, raising his hands in surrender. He took his finger off the trigger but didn’t drop the gun.

“I had a feeling I’d have enough time.” The Gumiho, shifting the conversation back to Korean. “That’s why they call you the Smiler, right? Because you let your emotions run away with everything?”

Free from Felix’s grasp, Blackbox took the stairs up to the landing while Felix slowly turned around to face I.N. He looked beyond pissed, his sharp fox eyes narrowed in a contemptuous glare, his jaw tight. No wonder he went by Gumiho. His earpiece was conspicuously absent, and that little detail let Felix know he’d been duped. I.N had left his electronics in the car, leaving Felix no way to accurately track his position.

“Something like that,” Felix said. “Do it, then. You know I was fully prepared to kill her.”

“Kit,” she warned.

“I know,” I.N said. “You’re not trying to offend Lee Know any more than you already have. You poached Hwang, that’s bad enough. You should leave him something. But I’m not sure I care about that.”

Felix’s eyes widened in rage. If they let him live, it was going to be out of pity? And not even pity for him—pity for Lee Know.

“Well, well,” Hyun Jin said as he entered the stairwell from the top and wound his way down. “If it isn’t Lee Yong Bok.”

Felix snapped his head to glare at him, his teeth bared. In one minute, they’d undermined his pride and revealed his identity.

“Hwang Hyun Jin,” he snarled back. I.N snorted.

“Not a secret,” he said. Felix was stunned. Hyun Jin had trusted them with his full name?

“You’ve really replaced me completely, haven’t you?” Felix asked, willing any hurt or jealousy out of his voice.

“You didn’t leave me a choice,” Hyun Jin said, taking his sweet time priming his handgun. He’d always been a dramatic bastard.

Then he pressed the gun to Blackbox’s head. Her eyes went wide, her mouth slack. Felix felt as shocked as she looked.

I.N moved immediately, twisting the firearm out of Felix’s grasp and yanking the arm behind his back, fitting the muzzle of his gun directly to Felix’s temple.

“What the fuck, Hwang?” I.N shouted. Felix swung an elbow back into I.N’s torso, and I.N rewarded him by kicking one of Felix’s knees out while digging his fingers into the bloody gash on Felix’s arm. Felix cursed, losing his footing for a moment and causing the twist of his immobilized arm to become even more painful. The gun remained to his head.

“Like I said,” Hyun Jin went on, trailing his hand along his newly taken prisoner’s neck, “you didn’t leave me a choice.” He then fixed his black gaze on the Gumiho. “Let Yong Bok go and I won’t kill your darling.”

“Fuck you, Hwang,” I.N said, sounding genuinely gutted about it. What was with these three?

“Let him go,” Hyun Jin reiterated.

“Why the hell are you protecting me?” Felix shouted. Even if it was to his benefit, none of it made any sense. “I thought you hated me!”

“What is it you like to say, Gumiho? ‘Hate is nothing more than rotted love’? Something like that, Lix,” Hyun Jin said.

“Fuck you,” Felix snarled.

A moment later, I.N let Felix go, knocking him down a couple of stairs in the process. With one smooth move, I.N snatched Felix’s handgun off the floor, leaving Felix no opportunity to grab it. Hyun Jin likewise let his captive go. She stared at Hyun Jin like she’d never seen him before.

The instant she was out of arm’s reach, I.N took aim at Hyun Jin instead.

“Yong Bok, get the fuck out of here before he changes his mind,” Hyun Jin said, hands up in surrender now.

“Fuck you,” Felix said again. But with one free firearm that I.N could train on him at any moment, Felix cut his losses and left.

When Felix told Lee Know the story later, he omitted the part where he’d missed his chance because he’d been running his mouth. It was a problem he’d had his entire life, and part of the reason he’d come to be known as the Smiler. Like I.N had said, he had a habit of letting his emotions run away with him. And it was a habit, like smoking or drinking, something he hadn’t been able to kick no matter how hard he tried. For normal targets, it didn’t matter. But this was Hwang, the Gumiho, and Blackbox. Two hitmen at the top of their game and an info broker linchpin who always seemed to know everyone’s business. One couldn’t afford anything less than precision when dealing with them.

“It’s just as well,” Lee Know said, surprising Felix so much he almost dropped his phone.

“What?” he said, sure he’d heard incorrectly.

“I was able to strike a truce with Bang. It might have soured a bit if you’d killed his friend,” Lee Know said. Felix’s ears were ringing. He couldn’t come up with a reply that was of any use, so he didn’t make one.

“I’ll give you the details later. For the time being, do what you can to keep a low profile. Go back to Australia if you have to. When the time comes, I’ll call you back,” Lee Know went on.

“When the time comes for what?”

“We’re going after Chang Bin.”

“Lee Know and I have a plan, and you’re not going to like it.”

Those had been Chris’s exact words ten days ago, and he had been absolutely right. She didn’t like it. Neither did Jeong In or Hyun Jin, and tensions were already brutally high between them since the stunt Hyun Jin pulled with the hostage situation. He insisted he’d been bluffing, but Jeong In made it clear he didn’t believe it and that if Hyun Jin gambled with her life again, it would be the last bet he ever lost.

As a result, when Lee Know and Chris’s plan called for the three of them to split up, Jeong In was beyond unhappy. But that had been nothing compared to how furious he’d become when Chris explained why.

Chris needed Jeong In on his side, and he was willing to invoke his annual contractually obligated favor to force his presence. Jeong In made him do it that way, too.

Lee Know needed Hwang, his Fixer, to secure the ingress and egress, and Hyun Jin had enough attachment for Chang Bin to accept the terms.

And Chris wanted her, Blackbox, the person who knew everyone’s business, to team up with the man who had a pocket database filled with her blind spots.

For the duration of the mission, she would be paired with the Smiler. Felix, they’d told her to call him.

Jeong In and Hyun Jin were already dressed in their field gear, blacked out from head to toe, watching her get ready. While they both technically occupied the same role in the underworld, just looking at them now showed how different their usual modus operandi were. Jeong In, in his dark suit, could be mistaken for a normal person until he drew his weapon. Hyun Jin, on the other hand, looked almost militant in his tactical gear.

She shimmied her way into a slim black bodycon dress with an open back and cutouts around the hips. She and Felix, with their combined databanks—hers mental and his digital—would be playing lookout aboveground while posing as each other’s dates. If things went well, her role wouldn’t require any combat at all. Even so, she’d made sure to choose a dress stretchy enough for her to move in. She didn’t like the idea of entrusting her safety to a man who had tried to kill her only a couple of weeks earlier.

“I can’t believe he’s making you do this,” Jeong In seethed. She glanced at his face in the mirror and knew he’d be taking his rage out on everyone who crossed his path that night.

Hyun Jin, on the other hand, wore a completely blank expression even when he looked at her, which was unusual. He appeared entirely empty, housing no emotion, and it scared her a little. She believed he’d been bluffing that day, just enough edge to make Jeong In believe in the moment, but he was still acting strange.

Clearly, whatever was between Hyun Jin and Felix wasn’t as far in the past as Hyun Jin had led them to believe.

“The Smiler tried to kill you,” Jeong In went on, standing and moving toward her. She straightened her dress, then turned to face him. He rested his hands on her exposed hips, staring her in the face. She held his gaze, knowing his ire was not directed at her.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” he asked. She nodded. He didn’t seem satisfied. “You know you can tell Chris to fuck off. You’re not indebted to him like I am. There are no consequences to you if you walk away.”

“The feud between Chan and Lee Know was started in part because of what happened to Chang Bin,” she said. “Losing him tore them apart. If they’re able to get him back tonight, they’ll be on the way to mending things, which means less work for all of us going forward. If tonight goes wrong, everyone’s guard will be up, and the chance of this going right a second time is slim. I know things, people, that Felix doesn’t, and vice versa. If we have to do this together, then so be it.”

It wasn’t the answer Jeong In wanted. She could feel it in the way his hands tightened against her skin before he let go. He turned his glare on Hyun Jin instead. Hyun Jin, who ignored him completely, looking only at her. Still, his eyes were startlingly empty.

“Hyun Jin?” she said softly, unable to keep the tremor out of her voice. As apprehensive as she was about the prospect of working alongside Felix, she was more unsettled seeing Hyun Jin like that.

He met her eyes, the hesitation in his gaze the only flicker of feeling from him.

“You know him, Hwang,” Jeong In said, a hard edge to his voice, like he would rather talk to literally anyone else. “Isn’t there fucking anything she can use against him?”

Hyun Jin stared into space for a moment, then got to his feet. He still didn’t look at Jeong In; his attention was only for her. He crossed the room slowly, like he feared she might spook, until he stood before her, too close to be polite. He hesitated a moment more, his tongue skimming between his teeth. Even now, with all the complications, he was heartbreakingly gorgeous.

“He has a bad back,” Hyun Jin said finally. His right hand crept around her body, his touch alighting on her lower spine. He hadn’t put his gloves on yet; she shivered despite herself. Jeong In’s displeased gaze drilled into them. “If he tries to hurt you, hit him right here,” Hyun Jin said, softly tapping his index and middle fingers against one particular vertebra. “He’ll go down.”

“Thank you,” she said, watching his eyes carefully. He scanned her every feature, then stepped away from her, though he looked like it was the last thing he wanted to do. To steady herself, she reached for Jeong In’s hand. He squeezed it.

“Let’s go,” she said.

The hole Seo Chang Bin had been buried in was underneath a nightclub large enough to span half a city block. In addition to his usual torment, he also had to deal with the headache of terrible club mixes. The whole thing was a front, of course, and made for a great place no one would ever look for prisoners.

Unless, of course, someone like Blackbox or the Smiler told you to look there. Once Lee Know and Bang Chan made their goal known, both informants were able to confirm the location. They wouldn’t both lie about something like this.

But just because their information agreed didn’t mean they had to.

When she met Felix by the door that night, she was taken aback by how good he looked. He, too, had decided to dress mostly in black: slacks, tie, vest, leather watch band. The only deviation was his button-up shirt, which was charcoal grey. His hair had been dyed blond since the last time she’d seen him, and it was the least put-together part about him, a shaggy halo around his head that he kept running his hand through.

“You must be really confident nothing will go wrong tonight,” she said as she approached. His eyes locked on her, and she didn’t miss the way they flickered over the cutouts in her dress.

“How do you figure?” he asked, accent strong.

“It’s unprofessional to leave your hair in your face like that if you’re expecting a fight,” she said. The corner of his mouth tipped up the faintest bit as his eyes swept over her neck, exposed thanks to a French braid.

He offered her his arm. “If everything goes according to plan, I won’t be fighting tonight.”

It was as close to a truce as they were likely to get.

“We’ll be upstairs, where we can see everything,” he said once they passed the bouncer. “I hear we’re not the only important people up there tonight.”

“I just love being a diversion,” she said sarcastically. He cocked a brow at her.

“Is that not what the dress is for?” he asked. She snorted.

�� “Bit of a dry spell, Smiler?” she asked. He frowned at her. “I mean, you make it pretty obvious how badly you need to get laid. Are you feeling left out of the Killers Who Fuck Club?”

He remained silent as they went up the stairs, his expression stormy. Blackbox wasn’t the kind of person who bullied others for no reason, but Felix had given her plenty. She’d needed three stitches in her head where he’d bashed her with his handgun. Thankfully they’d since been removed and she hadn’t lost very much hair because of it. His sleeves were all the way down, so she had no idea what state his arm was in. His neck looked fine, though.

Not that she was looking at his neck.

They found a booth with a good view of the lounge above and the dance floor below and ordered drinks. She tended to avoid the stuff that went down too hard while on the job, but even her fruity drink paled in comparison to Felix’s which was basically a blue slushy with vodka at the bottom.

“What the hell is that?” she asked, mortified as he sucked down a long gulp of it and then shook off a brain freeze.

“Shark Punch,” he said, fishing a gummy shark out of the drink using his straw and popping it in his mouth. She stared at his tongue, which was rapidly turning blue.

“What are you, twelve?” she said before taking a sip of her Creamsicle.

“Shut the fuck up,” he replied. Felix put his straw back to his lips and they surveyed the area below. It was hard to follow much of anything on the dance floor, but on the fringes and by the bar counters it was much easier to pick out individuals. She saw Lee Know for a split second and wondered what his part of the plan was. She and Felix hadn’t been entrusted with everything, given they were the first line of defense and if they were compromised, the less they knew, the better. She spotted a couple other characters of note, and quickly fired off messages to Chris, Jeong In, and Hyun Jin about them.

“So far so good,” Felix said and leaned back against the booth to check his phone. “All good here, too. Looks like we got the easy job.”

“Please,” she said, tapping a manicured fingernail on her glass. “If it was going to be easy, they wouldn’t have needed all hands on deck.”

“Maybe not,” Felix said, “but two weeks ago nobody thought Hwang and I.N would be working together.” He cast her a sidelong look. “Nobody except you, that is.”

She hummed noncommittally, sipping her drink and letting her eyes rove the other VIPs. She recognized a lot of faces, though it was doubtful many of them recognized her. She’d always been careful about preserving her anonymity, a trait she’d drilled into Jeong In when he’d first entered the underworld under her watch years ago.

“How’d you get all that to work, anyway?” Felix asked. She turned a withering gaze on him.

“Are you just really horny or what?” she asked him. He frowned, and she wondered if the slight pout in his lips was intentional. She found it hard to believe she’d actually hurt his feelings.

“What?”

“You keep bringing them up. Are you trying to figure out whether I’m actually fucking them both or what?” she asked.

“I’m genuinely asking,” he said. “I don’t know I.N, but I know Hwang, and he’s not terribly trusting. How did you win him over?”

“I made a sacrifice to his genius,” she said, half-joking. “He was the one who got really annoying about it after. He wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. Told me his real name and everything.”

“Damn,” he said, stirring the straw in the melting remainder of his slushy. “That’s rare information.”

“Yeah,” she answered, trying not to think about the rare information Hyun Jin had given her about Felix. It was imperative she know it, yet she felt she hadn’t earned it. “Let me taste your drink,” she said to change the subject.

“Sure,” he said, taking a long sip. She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “Stick your tongue out.”

“You can’t be serious,” she said, deadpan.

“Just do it,” he said, a subtle whine in his voice. “Please?”

She sighed and stuck her tongue all the way out. Exactly as she predicted, Felix lolled his blue tongue out and licked it thoroughly up the length of hers, the taste ridiculously sweet. He then went right back to sipping like nothing had happened.

“I hope you didn’t just give me a disease,” she said, an attempt at ignoring the flutter in her lower abdomen. He snorted.

“Anything you could have gotten from that you could have gotten from my straw,” he said. “Besides, according to you, I don’t fuck enough to have diseases.”

“Please tell me you don’t actually have anything,” she said, a warning note in her voice.

“I don’t,” he said. “I practice safe sex, don’t worry.”

She sighed, her patience rapidly thinning. She took a big gulp of her drink, then went back to scanning the room.

“Oh, shit,” she hissed, recognizing one of the last people on earth she wanted to see.

“What?” Felix asked, instantly on alert though his posture remained relaxed. He really was a professional.

“Red dress, 10 o’clock, at the bar counter,” she said, not wanting to look over there again. “Jessamine de Laire.”

“You know her?” he asked, glancing.

“Not personally. I know of her, and I ran into her once, with Hwang,” she said.

“Do you think she’d recognize you from one meeting?” he asked.

“Probably,” she ground out. “Hwang didn’t want her talking to him so I took matters into my own hands. It wasn’t a scene one would easily forget.”

“What the hell did you do?” he asked next, swinging his gaze to look at her. She took another huge swallow from her drink, fighting the urge to cover her eyes with her hand.

“I almost gave Hwang a public orgasm.”

Felix gaped at her, blue tongue on display. “You what?”

“Shut up,” she hissed.

“Christ Jesus,” he said. “Wait, does she know what he is?”

“Yep,” she said. “Apparently they were a thing for a while.”

“Now that you mention it,” Felix said, looking thoughtful, “I’m pretty sure she was the impetus behind his ‘black widow’ phase. But does she know who you are?”

“I don’t think so. Just that I’m connected to Hwang in some way. And that bitch’s dad is one of the guys benefiting from Seo Chang Bin’s expertise, so I really don’t want her to—”

At that moment, Jessamine turned away from the bar, and Blackbox ducked under the table to avoid being seen.

“Felix, I need you to let me suck your dick.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Listen, if she sees me with another man she’s going to think I’m either an escort or a cheating asshole and therefore nothing special to Hwang. It’s the best option to avoid tipping her off right now, please.”

Felix thought his brain was going to short-circuit. Blackbox collected dangerous men, but he never thought he’d be on that list even temporarily. Regardless, he couldn’t deny the way his imagination had run away with the thought of her and Hyun Jin in public, a thought that had gone straight to his cock.

Now, as she looked up at him, her hands on his thighs, waiting for permission, his dick twitched up against his pants.

“Yeah, fine,” he said. “I’m not the only bastard to ever get head in here.”

Without another word, she unzipped his pants, and as she pulled his half-hard cock out and teased the tip with her tongue, she slid one of the table napkins across his lap to protect his modesty a little bit. Her multitasking was impressive; how many public sex acts had she performed?

He groaned, his back hitting the booth as a throb went down his length. She was licking the underside of it now, coaxing him to full hardness, which didn’t take more than twenty seconds. She had been right—he was incredibly horny. He met eyes with Jessamine de Laire for an instant, who quickly noticed the situation under the table and smirked before looking away.

Well, that was one way to do it.

“I think she got the message,” Felix said.

“Want me to stop?” she asked, pumping his shaft slowly while letting his tip dab against her tongue. He made the mistake of looking down at the display and groaned.

“No,” he said, and then she took his cock all the way in her mouth. Felix let out a shaky breath, loving the way she continued to rub him with her tongue even with him so deep in her mouth she should have gagged. Then again, if she was used to Hyun Jin’s length . . .

She went on like that, giving equal attention to his cock and balls, until finally, Felix couldn’t take it anymore. With the intention of avoiding a mess, he grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock all the way into her mouth as he climaxed with a deep moan, hot spurts of cum directly down her throat. As he came, her tongue stroked along the length of him, ensuring she didn’t leave any behind, though from his side it only served to make the high feel even higher. When he’d finished completely, she pulled off him, locking eyes with him while she swallowed.

“Oh my god,” he groaned. She smirked at him, then tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped him back up. She climbed back onto the booth, leaning over to kiss his neck and nibble his ear. He shuddered.

“If I find out you were lying about diseases, I’ll have you fucking killed,” she said in his ear, her voice disturbingly gleeful. “I like to fuck Hwang and the Gumiho raw, and if you ruin that for me you’ll wish you’d never been born.”

“I swear to fucking god I wasn’t lying,” he said. It was going to take him forever to get the visual she’d planted out of his brain. She licked the soft spot just beneath his ear, and he swallowed another groan.

“Then I guess you have nothing to worry about,” she said.

“Yeah,” he said, draining the remainder of his drink and setting the glass back down a little too hard. “Guess not.”

“Do you want a refill?” she asked, washing the taste of Felix’s semen down with the remainder of her Creamsicle. “I want a refill.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, still looking dazed. She smiled sweetly and grabbed both glasses, heading up to the bar, very purposely ending up beside Jessamine de Laire. She took a seat on the stool, telling the bartender what had been in each glass and sitting primly to wait.

Jessamine, predictably, put her current conversation on hold to turn in her direction. “Do I know you?” Jessamine asked.

“I don’t think so,” she responded, drumming her nails on the countertop. “You look kind of familiar, though . . .”

“Seoul Continental,” Jessamine reminded, tapping the side of her head with a stiletto nail. Blackbox hummed in thought, as though she had to sift through a lot of places and a lot of people.

“Oh!” she said finally. “The pool! Hwang told me about you. You’re a de Laire, right?”

“Not just a de Laire,” Jessamine snorted. “The de Laire. My father recently passed, may he rest in peace.”

Her tone said that she really didn’t care whether he was at peace or not. Blackbox put on a polite show of sympathy. In reality, her mind was racing. She’d had no idea the de Laire patriarch was dead. Since when? It must have just happened for neither she nor Felix to have heard about it. Had it been natural, or was he killed? Was Jessamine responsible for it? Did she have any stake in Seo Chang Bin or any of the other captives, or was it just a rollover from old management that hadn’t been addressed yet?

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she said. “That must be really difficult for you. I know he was involved in a lot . . . Transportation sector, right?”

Jessamine nodded, sighing. “Right. A lot of it is pretty boring, actually . . . But whatever. Who’s the twink?”

“Who’s the—” Blackbox glanced where Jessamine had gestured, only to find she was talking about Felix. “Oh!” she said, nearly slapping her hand over her mouth in surprise. “One of my clients. I didn’t really think of him that way, but now that you mention it, I wonder if he asked me here tonight as a beard.”

Jessamine elegantly shrugged one shoulder. “Just the vibe I got. A blowjob is a blowjob, though, I guess, regardless of the gender of the mouth,” she said. Then, running a finger along the rim of her glass, she asked, “Is Hwang still your client, too?”

Blackbox shook her head. “No, that was a temporary arrangement. I think he was lonely or something,” she said. Jessamine frowned.

“Hmm . . . I see,” she said, sounding almost hurt. Blackbox couldn’t say for sure, but she got the feeling Jessamine wanted Hyun Jin back. Like that would ever happen. Her best-case scenario would mean never seeing him again, assuming she wanted to live.

Just then, the bartender brought the drinks over, and Blackbox grinned. “Thank you so much,” she said as she paid. “It was nice to meet you, Miss de Laire.”

“Yeah, you, too,” Jessamine said, either not realizing or not caring that she hadn’t gotten the other woman’s name. That suited Blackbox just fine. She would have gotten a fake one, anyway.

Blackbox slid back into the booth and placed Felix’s drink in front of him. “Here you go, you fucking twink,” she said.

“Excuse me?” he asked, incredulous. She laughed way too hard about it, dropping her head back against the booth. How much vodka were they putting in these Creamsicles?

“Matriarch de Laire seems to think you’re gay,” she said.

“I’m bisexual thank you very fucking much,” Felix spat. Then she watched the wheels in his brain turn in real-time. “Did you just say matriarch?”

“Mmhmm. Her dad’s dead. That’s why tonight feels so easy. She’s riding the coattails of his reputation. I doubt she has any idea how to run his holdings properly, and after tonight she’ll have lost a sizable chunk of it. I get the feeling the de Laires are about to get kicked out of a majority of their alliances,” she said. “Maybe I’ll tell Hwang and he can dome her on the way out. Really make the empire collapse.”

“Jesus fuck,” Felix said, probably picturing the carnage. “You’re right, though. He’d probably feel better if he did.”

Felix got two messages very close together. The first was from Hyun Jin, a death toll (he liked keeping track of his personal bests and bragging about them) plus a tip on where not to exit from. The second was from Lee Know.

CB is clear. Proceed with KO.

“They’ve got him,” Blackbox said, checking her own phone before stashing it in her clutch again. “We can leave.”

“We can’t make it suspicious, though,” he said.

“It won’t be,” she said. And then she was kissing him, hard and deep, her tongue grazing his lips, which he automatically opened. He clamped a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, making her kiss him harder. She had one hand on his thigh, the other in his hair, tugging him closer, too, and he shoved his tongue into her mouth, lecherous despite knowing it was all an act, an excuse for them to get a room and then leave.

For one soft, unguarded instant, he wished it could be real.

“Let me return the favor from earlier,” he panted when they finally broke apart.

“Sure,” she said, and he dragged her away to one of the private rooms. All they had to do was kill between twenty minutes and an hour, and then they could walk out with no suspicion on them.

Well. Felix could walk out, anyway.

He kissed her again, pushing her back to the wall, trailing his mouth down her neck and collarbone, his hands on her bared hips. “What do you want?” he said against her skin. “My mouth? Fingers? Cock?”

“Oh, please,” she taunted as he moved back up to nip her neck. “There’s no way you can get it up again that fast.”

He growled under his breath, straddling her thigh and rubbing his growing erection against her.

“Jesus Christ, Felix,” she said. “You really do need to get laid.”

“I really do,” he agreed.

As they moved to the bed, Felix took stock of what he had to work with. Standard fare for a temporary love suite—blankets, pillows, a couple lamps. He tipped her onto the bed, climbing over her, rutting against her thigh while she undid the buttons on his vest and then his shirt. He tried and failed to trap a moan behind his teeth when her hands met his skin.

He didn’t want to kill her tonight. He was growing rapidly uncertain whether he wanted to kill her ever. Was that why he’d botched the first attempt? Had he wanted Hyun Jin and I.N to stop him?

Felix wanted to be with her so badly, but the prospect of fucking her and killing her immediately after felt like a special kind of disgusting that not even he could manage. If he was going to do this, he had to find his resolve and do it now.

In one smooth motion, he trapped her thighs with his legs, pinned her dominant right hand to the bed, and pressed a pillow over her face, hard. She thrashed under him, trying to buck him off, but to her credit she didn’t scream, knowing better than to waste her air.

“I’m sorry,” Felix said, not cognizant of the words until they were already out.

Felix hated smothering people. It could take anywhere from three to seven minutes for her to die, and he just had to hold her there and feel the fight drain out of her along with her life. They’d come in unarmed tonight and the only other thing he could possibly use was his belt, but he was too much of a coward to look her in the face as she died.

He’d only barely hardened his determination to do this, to hold her here until it was over, when she brought her left fist down on his lower back. It honest to god felt like his spine had been struck by lightning. He made a strangled sound, his grip on her right wrist slipping. With her dominant right hand free, she struck him again, harder, right in the same spot, the chunky ring on her index finger angled just right to jam directly into his vertebra.

Once, twice.

Everything went black.

The pressure on the pillow went away, replaced by the whole of Felix’s dead weight over her body. She flung the pillow aside, gasping for air, then shoved Felix off her. He flopped like a rag doll onto the bed, unmoving.

“Christ,” she hissed. It wasn’t as though she’d never killed people before, but this? “Fuck.”

She checked his pulse. Alive. He had a bad back, and she’d hit him in the spine as hard as she could with a ring sporting two protruding silver horns. The sound he’d made hadn’t just been pain, but agony. Did he have nerve damage? Would he be paralyzed after this? What would Lee Know do when he found out it was her, that she’d compromised both Hwang and the Smiler in one way or another?

She tugged her phone out, choosing a contact with shaking fingers. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d panicked this hard during an operation.

“Hyun Jin,” she gasped when he answered. She never used his real name over the phone, but she wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.

“What happened?” he asked, instantly on alert. She heard Lee Know’s voice in the background, and Hyun Jin telling him to fuck off.

“I fucked up Felix,” she said, barely able to get the words out. Her mind was racing. She felt like she was going to throw up.

“He attacked you?” Hyun Jin asked. Then, him yelling at Lee Know, “Did you do this?”

“Hyun Jin please just leave it and help me,” she pleaded.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m sorry. Where are you?”

She gave him the room number.

“I’ll be right there.”

When Hyun Jin arrived, Felix hadn’t done anything other than breathe, and she was barely keeping her own breathing under control. She’d managed to get her hands to cooperate long enough to button his clothes back up, all the while unsure why it mattered to her.

“I did what you said,” she cried when Hyun Jin entered the room. “I did what you said and he just folded.”

“Yeah,” Hyun Jin said, pulling the glove off his right hand and moving in to take Felix’s pulse as she had. “That was the point.”

“I thought it would stun him and buy me time to get away, not—” She waved her hand wildly at Felix’s immobile body. “How extensive was his fucking injury? Does he have nerve damage?”

“Yeah,” Hyun Jin answered shortly. He tapped through his phone, found a contact, and typed a quick message. “He was shot in the spine a couple years ago. It’s a miracle he recovered.”

“You should have warned me!” she said.

“I couldn’t,” Hyun Jin said, straightening up as he put his phone away and his glove back on.

“Why not?” she demanded.

“If I had told you how bad it was going to be, you wouldn’t have hit him hard enough. You wouldn’t have done what you needed to do because you would have tried to avoid this,” Hyun Jin said.

“And that’s a bad thing?” she asked, growing hysterical now.

“No,” Hyun Jin said, stepping forward to take her face in his hands, the most affection she’d received from him since before the standoff in the stairwell. “No, it isn’t. But you’re not like me, and you’re not like Felix. You’re not even like Jeong In. You only kill when you have to. Not when you think you might have to, or when it would make things easier, or for fucking fun. You’re not like us. But mercy isn’t something you can afford when dealing with the Smiler.”

“So you made me do things your way? That’s not fair, Hyun Jin,” she said, gripping his wrists. She didn’t know if she meant to throw him off or ensure he couldn’t let go of her.

“I know it isn’t,” Hyun Jin said. “But Jeong In said that after the shit I pulled I had to choose, you or Felix, and if I chose wrong he’d never let me near you again. I’m ready to let go of Felix if it means you’ll be safe. And right now, you are. So please, just let it go.”

She swallowed hard. Hyun Jin watched her closely, every heave of her chest, every flicker of her eyelashes. She only now registered the blood on his face, his neck, sticky where his gloves touched her skin.

“What comes next, then?” she asked, slightly calmer. Somehow, Hyun Jin in his brutal element grounded her rather than scared her.

“Someone’s on the way to get him. Someone familiar with his condition. Now let me get you out of here before Lee Know comes to finish the job himself,” Hyun Jin said, letting go of her. She likewise relinquished him.

She spared one more glance for Felix’s still form.

“Okay,” she said finally. Hyun Jin gestured for the door, then turned to go. Before following him, she slipped the ring off her left index finger and onto Felix’s right ring finger. She didn’t know why she did it. A fucked up calling card, she supposed. Then she hurried after Hyun Jin, her phone in her hand to call Jeong In for a rendezvous. She wouldn’t feel completely safe until she had him at her side.

When Felix awoke, his back and brain felt like they had been dunked in acid. Mercifully, he was lying on his front, which reduced the pain points. He groaned, bunching his hands into fists. With a grunt of effort, he bent first his right leg and then his left. He still had function. Good.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

“Hey, Seung Min,” Felix muttered. “Where am I?”

“Seoul Continental. You’re lucky. It could have been a lot worse.”

“Who called you?” Felix asked.

“Hwang,” Seung Min answered. Felix frowned.

“And who called him?”

“How the hell should I know?” Seung Min said. “I wasn’t there.”

Felix finally released his fists, flexing his hands until they almost hurt.

“Can I move without damaging anything?” he asked.

“You should be able to. Take it easy, though. It’s gonna hurt like hell.”

He wasn’t kidding. Felix sat up and dangled his legs over the side of the table, shifting his head side to side to try to defog his thoughts. He noticed a pile of his things on a nearby table.

“We had to cut you out of most of your clothes, unfortunately,” Seung Min said. “We didn’t want to risk moving and hurting you more until we knew how extensive it was. You’re lucky it was just blunt trauma. If you had been shot or stabbed there, you wouldn’t have come out of it nearly as well.”

Felix gave a long, slow exhale. “What kind of recovery am I looking at?” he asked.

“I would avoid working for at least a month, more if you can manage it,” Seung Min asked. “You remember how the original injury went. If you test it too much too soon you’ll only set yourself back. Be on the lookout for migraines, vertigo, and numbness. I can’t give you anything more than ibuprofen for the pain.”

Felix clenched his jaw. Lee Know wasn’t going to be happy he’d failed the same hit twice.

“Thanks,” he managed. He got up, a little unsteady on his feet, and went to gather his things, including replacement clothes. He hit the power button on his phone only to find it was nearly dead. “Can I charge this?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” Seung Min said. Instead of Seung Min returning with the charger, though, Hyun Jin stepped through the door and tossed it in Felix’s direction. Felix’s arm tingled as he caught it.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Felix asked, plugging his phone in. “Shouldn’t you be stuck to Blackbox’s ass?”

“The Gumiho has it covered. Be happy she had the forethought to call me first instead of him. He would have killed you for what you did,” Hyun Jin said. A muscle in his jaw feathered. “Even I thought about it. I’m still thinking about it, frankly.”

“Why are you here?” Felix repeated.

“Because she won’t talk to me anymore, so I figured I’d go to the source. What did you do, Yong Bok?” he demanded.

“I tried to smother her,” he said. “I thought that was pretty obvious.”

“Only?” Hyun Jin asked. His dark brown eyes might as well have been black.

“Yes,” Felix said, intimidated by the ferocity. Hyun Jin’s gaze didn’t let up even a little.

“If I find out you’re lying to me,” Hyun Jin snarled, “if I find out you tried to force yourself on her, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

“I didn’t,” Felix said. “That part was consensual. I mean, it would have been. It didn’t get that far. I couldn’t. What’s left of my conscience wouldn’t let me.”

Hyun Jin watched him carefully. His gaze went from deadly to wounded in the span of a few heartbeats. They had been close, once. Felix tried to push the memories away.

“I don’t know what to do,” Hyun Jin said. Felix gave him a questioning look.

“About what?” he asked.

“You. Her. After your first attempt, I.N wouldn’t let me be alone with her. He doesn’t trust me anymore. Now, after what happened . . . They know I spared you. That I called in Seung Min. Nobody knows for sure who I’m loyal to anymore. They left Korea and I don’t know where they went and neither of them will fucking tell me.”

Felix held his silence.

“And then there’s you,” Hyun Jin said, his voice sharpening. “You’ve failed the same hit twice. The Smiler doesn’t fail, Yong Bok. What will Lee Know do with you when he finds out you can’t cut it anymore?”

“I don’t know,” Felix said honestly.

“How long are you benched for?”

“At least a month.”

“He’s not going to like that,” Hyun Jin observed.

“You’re right,” Felix said. “He won’t.”

“So what are we going to do?”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

“You and me,” Hyun Jin said. “I’m adrift because of what you did, and you’re adrift because of what I did. So what do we do?”

Felix let those words sit for a moment, and then it all made sense. His migraine felt ten times worse.

“You told her where to hit me,” Felix breathed. Hyun Jin nodded.

“I had to,” he said, his voice quiet, sharp, remorseless. “You proved that.”

Felix had no rebuttal.

“I love her,” Hyun Jin continued. “I love her enough to share her with I.N. I love her enough to end you and scrub you from my memory if that’s what it takes. I need to be on her good side again. I need to be with her. So what are we going to do?”

Felix swallowed hard.

“We,” he said slowly, “aren’t going to do anything.”

Hyun Jin's eyes narrowed.

“I,” Felix went on, “am going to surrender.”

Hyun Jin left him to get dressed. Felix belted on his watch, then moved to sweep his rings into his pocket.

Until he realized one of them wasn’t his. He picked it out of the pile, examining it closely. A thin rose gold band with a heart-shaped opal set beside three smaller diamonds.

He put the rest of the rings into his pocket and shakily slid the borrowed one onto his finger.

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something sweet, a peach tree (mark/jaehyun)

Mark begins the summer after his junior year with an unpaid internship and no other plans. But when he agrees to go pick his baby niece up from her music lessons, her teacher, Jeong Jaehyun, catches his eye. Too bad he's off limits, and not just because Mark's niece is involved. Jaehyun is 41 to Mark's 20.

To sate his curiosity about older men, Mark decides to look into becoming a sugar baby. He could use the money, after all. And he seems to find a willing patron right away. But for the first time in Mark's like, he finds he might be in over his head.

Chapter 1 | next mlist

Characters: Mark, Jaehyun, other members of nct throughout

Genre: romance, angst, smut, age gap, sugar daddy!au

Pairing: Mark/Jaehyun

Warnings: AGE GAP (older jaehyun, younger mark), alcohol mentions, poor decision making perhaps

Rating: Teen And Up (for this chapter)

Length: 3.1k

mandatory disclaimer: I'm not trying to romanticize or condone real-life age gap relationships because of the inherent power imbalance, blah blah, I'm writing this for fun and if you don't think you'll have fun go ahead and leave now, etc.

Mark drums his fingers against the cold metal pole as the bus lurches to a stop. He checks the time on his phone—5:25 p.m. He should just make it, unless this prehistoric bus takes any longer to open its doors.

After what he swears is a full minute of ominous creaking, Mark steps out into the muggy air. It’s still only the beginning of June, but already this summer seems like it’s going to be absolutely scorching. Mark supposes he’ll be doing a lot of swimming.

He crosses the street and heads up the sidewalk to the cluster of buildings beyond a small, uneven parking lot, squinting to make out the sign. Little Hands Musical Academy. It’s smaller than he imagined, somehow, but kind of quaint.

A receptionist greets him when he enters the lobby. Though the outside of the building is a bit understated, the inside is clean and bright. Mark says hello back to the receptionist, looking around as he steps up to the counter.

“Uh, I’m here for Lucy Lee?” he says tentatively. “I’m Mark Lee, I’m her uncle. My brother said he put me on the, um, the list?”

The receptionist nods with a smile, typing something in and then looks up. “Could I just see some ID please?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, one sec,” Mark stutters, fumbling for his wallet. He hands the receptionist his passport, feeling a little silly as she leafs through to the right page.

It’s all a little silly, really—that Mark is even picking Lucy up in the first place. He can’t drive, which is mostly fine since James’ house isn’t that far, only like ten minutes on the bus and a few blocks of walking, but Mark thinks if James and Annie are that worried about safety, having an irresponsible, driver’s licenseless twenty-year-old come fetch their only child is hardly helpful.

Still, they asked, and they also bought Mark a new AC unit after his old one finally kicked the bucket the very first day it was over eighty degrees, so here he is. James doesn’t get off work until 5:30, which is the pickup time, and though Annie works from home and can come drop Lucy off in the afternoon, she said she’d rather get a head start on dinner in the evening. And Mark’s internship lets him go at 5. So maybe it is kinda helpful, as long as Mark doesn’t lose his three-and-a-half year old niece on public transport.

“You’re all set,” the receptionist says, handing Mark’s passport back to him. “It’s the classroom at the end of the hall. A lot of parents are already here, you can’t miss it.”

“Thanks,” Mark says, putting his passport away and heading out of the lobby towards the back of the building.

There are many parents gathered outside the large window that looks into the classroom from the hall. Mark sidles up next to the group and spots Lucy’s pigtails instantly. She’s plunking away on a tiny keyboard. As Mark watches, the teacher—at least, Mark assumes he’s the teacher; he’s the only adult in the room—strolls by and pauses to say something to her. Mark can’t hear anything, but when the teacher walks away, Lucy is wearing a big grin.

After a couple more minutes, the teacher opens the door and gestures for the parents to file in. Mark gets his first good look at the teacher’s face and swallows. He’s hot. He’s also definitely a little older—forget Mark, he’s visibly older than James. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s fucking pretty, with handsome dimples appearing every time his expression leans towards a smile.

Mark is so busy staring that he ends up last in line, but it turns out to be a good thing because the teacher stops him at the door.

“Sorry, would you mind if I just checked your ID really quick?” His eyes are a warm brown, Mark’s brain notes unhelpfully. “I’m sure you already got cleared by the front desk, but—I just like to make sure, you know?”

“Oh, totally, no problem,” Mark says, once again struggling to extract his wallet.

“Come with me, I have the list over here,” the teacher says, waving Mark into the classroom.

“Mark-samchon!” Lucy zeroes in on him right away and totters over, pigtails flouncing with each step. “I played the piano today.”

“I saw,” Mark says, grinning at her. “Hang on, your teacher just needs to check that I really am your uncle and not a bad guy, and your Appa really did say it was okay for me to pick you up.”

“But he really is my uncle, Jaehyun-seonsaengnim,” Lucy says to her teacher.

Jaehyun, apparently, has produced his list. He gives Lucy an amused smile. “I think I’ll be the judge of that,” he replies. “Can’t let my students walk out with just anybody. Thank you,” he adds to Mark, accepting the offered passport. After a second, he hands it back. “All set,” he says. “Sorry again about the trouble, it’s nothing personal.”

“No worries!” Mark says swiftly, filing his passport away and pocketing his wallet again. “It’s cool that you’re looking out for them.”

Jaehyun gives him a somewhat wry smile, nodding. “I try,” he replies. “Well, see you in a couple days, Lucy! We’re doing percussion next time, you don’t wanna miss it.”

“I like the shaky ones,” Lucy tells Mark very seriously.

Mark’s pretty sure she means stuff like maracas. “Yeah, those are pretty neat, huh?” He holds out his hand to her and she takes it. “Thanks—ah, Jaehyun-seonsaengnim, right?” Mark’s never sure about honorifics in a mixed setting like this—they’re mostly speaking in English, and they are in America, but the area they’re in is really Korean, so he just goes for the way Lucy called him and hopes Jaehyun will correct him.

He’s right. Jaehyun’s smile turns warmer. “Just Jaehyun is fine,” he says. “It was nice to meet you, Mark.”

Mark’s stomach flops. “You too,” he replies, then hurries out of the classroom before he does something stupid like trying to flirt in front of his niece.

Mark lets Lucy chatter about class as he walks them down to the bus stop. He wants to be paying closer attention to what she’s saying, but his mind keeps drifting back to her handsome music teacher. Jaehyun. It’s not like he needed a reason to do his brother a favor—and besides, Lucy’s reason enough—but it sure as hell doesn’t hurt.

They get home in one piece. James stops working to play with Lucy and Annie tells Mark to stay for dinner. Mark’ll take a good, free meal with his family over a shitty expensive one alone in his apartment any day, so he stays and helps with the dishes, too. They send him off with leftovers, and Mark can hear Lucy’s laughter all the way down the street as he skips backwards, waving at her until the front porch of his brother’s house disappears behind a line of trees.

He sighs, slowing to a walk as he turns to face forward, dropping his hand to his side. In some ways, he wishes he was like his brother. Found his person early, finished school, got a good job, settled right down and started having kids. A life that’s small and perfect, full of little excitements and little joys.

But Mark’s not like that. He readjusts his grip on the leftovers, leaving thoughts of his family behind him as he focuses his attention on tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that. He’ll have the time for excitement later. He can settle down when he’s satisfied. For now, his life has to remain boring—busy, and boring.

And from the looks of it, that’s how his summer’s shaping up to be. Busy and boring. And honestly? Mark doesn’t mind that one bit.

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“Damn,” Johnny says as he pulls into a parking spot. “Didn’t know you had a thing for DILFs.”

“Wha—dude, no, he’s not a—a DILF,” Mark splutters, already regretting telling Johnny anything. “He doesn’t have kids.”

“How do you know?” Johnny arches an eyebrow at him as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“It came up once,” Mark says. “I didn’t ask! He was saying it’s nice his job is to hang out with kids, basically, because kids are fun and he doesn’t have any of his own.”

“Hasn’t it only been a couple weeks since you started going to pick Lucy up?” Johnny throws this over his shoulder before getting out of his car. Mark hurries to get out, too, so he can argue.

“Lucy has lessons twice a week,” Mark says. “So I’ve seen him three times, which is more than enough times to clock if someone’s hot or not. Woulda been four, except my fucking boss made me stay late on Thursday.”

“I’m telling you, man, unpaid internships are straight up bullshit,” Johnny says.

“If I could’ve gotten a paid one, d’you think I wouldn’t’ve gone for it?” Mark retorts, grabbing his guitar from the back and slinging the strap of the case over his shoulder. “If this shit doesn’t get me a good job after graduation, I’m suing the entire career counseling office.”

“I got a good job after graduation and I didn’t have a single internship,” Johnny points out. “You’ll be fine. Unless you let this hot children’s music teacher distract you.”

Mark shoves him once they’re through the mall entrance. “I just like to look at him, that’s all. Though, I mean—I wouldn’t say no, is all I’m saying.”

“Yeah. He’s how old?” Johnny asks.

“Shut up,” Mark grumbles.

Though they’re technically here to get Mark’s guitar looked at—one of the strings fucking snapped, he doesn’t know how—they meander through the mall on the way to the music store. Johnny ends up buying a couple of pieces of clothing and nearly convinces Mark to get a matching hat with him before Mark remembers, woefully, that he isn’t getting paid and truly doesn’t have the money to spare.

They finally get to the music store and Mark hands his guitar over, then follows Johnny away from the counter while they wait for it to be fixed up, poking through their record collection.

“Mark?” The voice is familiar, and Mark whips his head up to see Jaehyun of all people standing a few feet inside the door. He’s not in his usual casual clothes; instead, he’s dressed in smart business casual, a patterned button-down tucked into cropped pants.

Mark swallows, trying to put a single sentence together instead of staring at his waist. “Jaehyun,” he manages. “What are you doing here?” It comes out way ruder than he means it, but luckily Jaehyun just smiles.

“I own this store,” he says, tipping his head to one side and looking around at all the instruments hanging on the walls. “I founded this brand, actually.”

“Really?” Mark would’ve never pinned Jaehyun as a businessman of any kind, but here’s the proof—one of the employees at the store has come up to Jaehyun with his hand extended.

Jaehyun greets the employee, accepting the handshake. “I’ll come back in a minute,” he says, then turns back to Mark. “I wish teaching music class for kids paid the bills, but, ah…” He gestures vaguely. “Speaking of which, I missed you in the pickup line on Thursday. Everything okay?”

“Oh, yeah!” Mark silences the part of his brain that immediately starts trying to make a pun about pickup lines. He can feel a flush rising up his neck, both pleased and embarrassed that Jaehyun noticed he wasn’t there. “My internship just kept me late is all.”

“Hope they don’t keep you too often,” Jaehyun says, and Mark absolutely does not know how to take that. “Lucy looked kinda put out her mom was there to get her instead of you.”

“Oh,” Mark laughs, wondering why he feels kind of disappointed. “Well, that’s probably because I’ve started bringing her snacks.”

Jaehyun nods, grinning. “That’s always a good way to win them over,” he agrees. “Well, it was a welcome surprise to run into you in my store! I probably shouldn’t keep them waiting, but I’ll see you next week—I hope.”

“Y-yeah, see you!” Mark stammers, giving an awkward half wave, watching Jaehyun disappear into the back of the store.

“That was painful,” Johnny says flatly. “You don’t just think he’s hot, you like him.”

“Shut up,” Mark hisses.

“You wanna fuck your niece’s music teacher,” Johnny continues blithely. “You really wanna fuck him.”

Luckily, the employee that was servicing Mark’s guitar appears at this moment and spares Mark from coming up with an answer. Because, he thinks somewhat miserably as he heads up to the counter to pay, the thing is Johnny isn’t wrong. But, fuck, Jaehyun’s literally fucking beautiful, and good with kids, and also apparently a rich business owner. What else could Mark ask for?

“I’m just saying, dude,” Johnny continues as they head back out to the parking lot. “If you wanna fuck that old man so bad—”

“Oh my god, he’s not old, he’s like maybe in his early forties at most,” Mark interjects, grimacing in embarrassment.

“If you wanna fuck that middle-aged man so bad,” Johnny plows on, undeterred, “at least get him to fuckin’ pay you or something. You’re young and hot, don’t waste it. No homo.”

Mark resists the urge to bash Johnny over the head with his newly-repaired guitar. “Shut the fuck up.”

///

Mark can argue with Johnny all he wants, but it won’t change the fact that he’s right. He wants to fuck that old man. It’s kind of all he thinks about, outside of basic things like work and what he’s going to have for dinner—and even then, the thought of Jaehyun is still percolating in the background, waiting for whatever has grabbed his more immediate attention to be completed so it can muscle its way back to the fore.

He sees him again the next week when he picks Lucy up and it’s all Mark can do not to drag his gaze over Jaehyun’s body as he waits for the parents in front of him to grab their kids. When he goes home, he scours Instagram until he finds him—a public account, a small mercy considering the fact that he only has three posts, but still. Mark pores over the pictures, thumb hovering over the Follow button before closing out of the app altogether and opening his text chain with Johnny.

Dude I’m spiraling <;<<

>>> The dilf?

yeah <;<<

It’s bad. fuck me man <;<<

>>> uh, pass

>>> I mean maybe you’re just horny

>>> download tinder or something

And get stuck in the talking phase all summer? <;<<

Or find someone to hookup with and it’s like their first time <;<<

I’m not teaching someone how to kiss again I know I’m just some guy but I deserve better than that <;<<

>>> ok fair

>>> if it’s experience you want……… go on one of those sugar baby websites

>>> remember what I said about him paying you

>>> your internship’s getting enough of ur free labor as it is

Mark sighs, dropping his phone on his mattress and flopping back. Maybe Johnny’s right. Maybe he just needs a good fuck and he’ll be cured. And there has to be some kind of market for gay sugar daddies who are bottoms, right? Besides, God knows he could use the money.

okay im gonna do it <;<<

>>> fuck the dilf???

NO try the sugar baby thing <;<<

>>> if it works out, gimme a cut of your profits

>>> since it was my idea and all

what are you, my pimp? <;<<

I’ll take you out to a meal, how’s that <;<<

>>> deal

So Mark does exactly that. He does a little research, chooses an app, and downloads it. He sets up his profile, just some basic information about who he is and what he’s looking for. The app suggests he not upload any pictures, for privacy, and Mark’s secretly glad the pressure’s off on that one. He’s not sure if it would help or hurt, but at least this way, the playing field is level.

He could scroll profiles if he wanted to, he supposes, but he has a feeling he’s going to start eliminating people because they don’t seem like Jaehyun, and that’s not going to get him anywhere. He’ll wait and see who’s interested in him, and go from there.

He sets his phone down instead and heads into his kitchen to see about dinner. But he’s only just pulled a couple things out of the fridge when his phone gives an unfamiliar buzz. With a sigh, he puts the eggs back and goes to his phone to see a new message on the app.

>>> Hey Minhyung!

>>> Are you new to sugaring? Know what you’re looking for?

Mark scans over his profile. CEO of his own business, dog person, plays guitar. Not looking for something too serious. Income between 600k and 800k.

Hi Yuno! Yeah, this is my first time sugaring haha but I did my research <;<<

I’m hoping for something more casual. I work during the week but my weekends are usually pretty free <<<

Not expecting a lot, just hoping to have a little extra spending money <;<<

Yuno is typing before Mark even sends the final message.

>>> sounds like we might be a good fit :)

>>> do you want to talk it over in person? We could go get coffee, get to know each other, see if we’re compatible

Sure! I’m free this weekend <;<<

>>> Perfect. How’s Saturday at 3?

Mark glances at his calendar just to double-check, but as expected, it’s empty. When he looks back at his phone, he sees that this Yuno guy has sent a coffee shop in the city, not too far from Mark’s apartment.

>>> there’s this booth in the back corner I like, let’s plan to meet there

>>> if it’s occupied, we can meet at the tall tables by the windows instead

Sounds good! <;<<

See you on Saturday! <;<<

Yuno likes his message but doesn’t reply, so Mark pockets his phone and goes back to cleaning. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, pulse jumping in his neck. It’s not like he’s in danger or anything. They’re meeting in public, and Mark likes to believe he’ll be able to tell if the guy is a total creep or not. Worst case, he wastes five dollars on a coffee he’s not even going to enjoy and has to keep searching. Besides, he’s not going to be young forever. He might as well give it a shot while he still can.

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