Your eyes were glued to your wall-clock.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

Every second that was passing sounded like a hammer being smashed against your desk.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.

Where was he? It was already 10:42 AM.

He should have been at work two hours ago.

Luckily, your boss didn’t come for any check-up yet, so his absence remained unnoticed.


'Why am I even worrying about that guy?', you asked yourself and hit your forhead with your pencil a few times.



You looked over at the empty chair next to yours, wondering what Byunghee could possibly be up to.

Maybe he felt sick, or maybe his alarm just didn’t ring this morning. Or maybe, he had an unfortunate accident.

'Ahhh! I'm going crazy!', you hissed to yourself and cupped your head, blankly looking at the surface of your desk.

The clock’s second hand’s ticking was driving you crazy. With every tick, the fear of your boss coming was getting bigger. With every tock, the fear of something happening to Byunghee was suffocating you.


'There you are Byunghee-ssi!', you suddenly heard one of your co-workers exclaim.

Rapidly, you lifted your head and saw him in the entrance.

You looked at him, the ticking sound finally disappearing. You automatically smiled, but your smile soon disappeared.

His eyes were bloodshot red, his face pale, and he was balancing a little while walking.

He was wearing a blue and white shirt, paired with a white T-shirt underneath, his name badge hanging from his neck.

His smile was bigger and more unnatural than usually, and he was scratching the back of his head a lot while talking to other co-workers.

Slowly, very slowly, he came towards his desk, sitting down and looking at you, smiling like a big idiot.

You were frowning at him, and for a second, you didn’t even know what to say. You were just incredibly mad at him, even though you knew you had no right to be.

______~~~’, he pronounced your name like a small child. 'I had a fight with my girlfriend last night, so I-'

'-You drank.', you finished his sentence. 'You're drunk, Byunghee.'

'Right, I'm drunk!!!', he exclaimed a little bit too loudly and pointed with his index finger at you. 'You got me.'

'Byunghee, if the boss finds out that you came drunk to work, he'll directly fire you. You already know you're on his bad side, why are you doing this?', you were scolding him, still frowning, almost screaming at him.

'I'm sorry, but my girlfriend…’, he started his sentence and sighed. ‘…she just drives me nuts.’

Just then, you felt it. Whenever he was saying that word, that horrible pain was shattering your heart in a thousand tiny pieces.

Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend.

You just wished that word didn’t even exist.

Who were you kidding? You wished to be that word. You wished to be called by Byunghee by that word. You wished to be everything that defines that word to Byunghee.

But you weren’t.

Somebody else was.

You kept your calm and looked sternly at him.

'I'm telling you this again, if boss finds out, you're outta here!', you said and knew what was going to come.

You were trying to do your hardest so your boss wouldn’t notice Byunghee’s drunkness. You had to do everything that was possible to keep Byunghee here.

And just then, the ticking sounds started to smash your eardrums again.

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I remember it vividly.

Yesterday, it was 9 o’clock, we were spitting words at each other. We were fighting a lot.

"We’re not going to be able to go back now, so let’s better stop.", you told me, but you weren’t screaming anymore. You were calm and cold, and in that moment, my heart stopped beating for you.

"I won’t ever look for you again! I want to escape from you! I was patient with your flaws, I don’t want to deal with them anymore! I want to live without you now!", I spat back at you. But I screamed, I was angry, I was mad at you.

I didn’t want to see you before me anymore, I didn’t want to see your cold-blooded expression, I didn’t want to hear your sharp voice anymore.

I grabbed my jacket and stormed out of your apartment, not thinking clearly.

'I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!', I remember thinking to myself as I was walking towards my car.

And now… now I’m lyiing like a fool in my bed at 2:00 AM.

I’m angry, and I’m mad, and I’m sad and in pain. Everything hurts.

The night grows even deeper, and I can hear few passing cars on the streets.

My room is dark, the only source of light being the street lamps shining through my windows.

'There are a lot of girls in this world other than you!', I say to myself as I look at the ceiling.

My voice sounds so convincing as I mutter those words, then why is it that your face is appearing in front of me?

Your messy hair, your beautiful eyes, that smile that you were capable of only when I made a joke. Why is it that when morning approaches, my heart for you comes back like a habit?

Even though I woke up from the alcohol, I can’t wake up from last night’s mistake.

It was my fault, wasn’t it? I started the fight. I started to insult you. I started to blame you.

I’m feeling tired, and I’m not angry anymore, I’m just sad. So sad.

I take a deep breath, thinking about your last words.

You didn’t mean it, you didn’t want us to break up. You wanted me to tell you that I want you, you wanted to see that I care, you wanted me to tell you that we can go back to the happy times in a minute.

But I didn’t.

Because I’m an idiot.

Because I’m an idiot, I didn’t fight for you.

How stupid was I, to tell you that I was patient with your flaws. No one can be perfect. No one can do everything right, yet I said that to you.

You never would’ve said something so hurtful to me.

I look at the clock again. It’s 2:30AM after one day of us breaking up.

I took another deep breath, regretting everything, regretting ever hurting you, regretting not fighting for you, regretting just storming out of your apartment without saying anything else.

I don’t want my last words to be so harsh to you, I love you so much, I don’t want you to remember me like such scum.

I look at my phone’s display, and you are smiling on my background. I smile as I look at your picture, but I’m getting sad again.

Whenever I pick up my phone, I expect to see some kind of sign from you.
My hopes are crushed yet again, because there is no way you would pay any attention to me after last night’s mistake.

You must hate me, you must despise me… hell, you probably wish I were dead.

For how long am I going to lie like this? A lot of time must’ve passed. I’m just thinking about you, my heart has found you again and is yearning for you. My heart wants you back.

I want to call you, I want to turn your heart back, I want to hear your voice and I want you to tell me everything is going to be alright.

So I pick up my phone and decide to call you, but as soon as I dial your number, I hang up.

I’m not a coward, I won’t call you. I can do better than that. You deserve so much more than a phone call.

I get up, looking at the clock again.

3.30AM. Times passes so fast without you.

I put some pants and shirt on and rush to the door, grabbing my car keys.

My adrenaline rush is so out of control I don’t even realize how fast I’m arriving to my car.

I start the engine and directly head towards your apartment.

"How can I turn back your heart? How?’, I mumble to myself as I stop at a red light, my hands stiff on the wheel.

3, 2, 1… the light has turned green, but I still haven’t moved.

'But what if…', I start to mumble to myself. '…I can't get you back, what will I do?'.

My heart sinks again, and I feel helpless.

A car honk behind me woke me up from my daze, making me realize what a coward I am.

'You are better than this Byunghee, even if she doesn't take you back, at least you showed her how much you love her.', I said to myself and started the car again, the car behind me passing me and spitting some swears at me.

I speed up, rushing towards you.

I can already picture you in my mind. I’m sure you aren’t sleeping yet, you’re probably watching a movie on your laptop while sipping on some red wine.

Almost not realizing it, I arrive in front of your building, parking my car in a random spot.

The adrenaline flowing through my veins again, I step out of the car and run towards the door.

The wait in the elevator is torture, and it feels like arriving at the sixth floor takes an eternity.

Finally, the elevator doors open, and I step out, my whole body shaking.

I walk towards your door, my hands becoming sweatier and my breathing heavier.

I swallow hardly as I’m standing in front of your door, but there’s no turning back now.

I expect you to curse at me and to tell me to get lost, but that doesn’t matter, I’m here.

I knock two times, and I hear shifting from the other side of the door.

I know you’re looking through the peephole, getting angry, thinking of all the things you should scream at me.

I hear the knob turn, and the door slowly opens.

You are in front of me, crying.

But, you’re not just crying, you’re smiling as well.

Instantly, you wrap your arms around my neck and hug me, and I feel how you press yourself against me.

'I'm so, so sorry for everything.', I mumble between tears as I'm hugging you with all the might I'm capable of. 'I'm so sorry, I love you so much. I want you to stay with me forever.'

'Do you know how much I waited for you, you idiot?', you mumbled into my shoulder, hugging me even tighter.

'I know, I'm sorry I'm so late. It won't happen again, I promise.', I answer as the brightest smile covers my face.

You are in my arms, hugging me, loving me, and I feel how our hearts are becoming one again.

You were waiting for me, and it took me such a long time to answer your unspoken calls.

I’m sorry.

So sorry.

And I love you.


IT’S REALLLLLLY BEEN LONG, but I’m finally able to write again so I’m super happy!

My first scenario has to be a G.O one, ahahaha!

This one wasn’t a request, but it was inspired by JYJ’s “Two Thirty in the Morning” which is like the best song I heard in a while! Go check it out, it’s AMAZING!

I’ll post much more now, so don’t worry! I’ll do my best to keep my blog updated.

But believe me guys, I’m not choosing not to write. Because I still love wrting so so much and writing this was so fun, it’s just that things are hectic right now and I hope you understand me!

See you soon and lemme know what you thought about this! Lots of love, C! xx

The sound of the tambourine was defeaning, but you didn’t mind, your friends were just having fun.

Endless bottles of beers and soju were lying lifeless on the table, and you already felt a little bit light-headed.

'One more?', Seungho asked you and stretched a lemon beer out to you.

'Why the fuck not?', you asked and you both laughed, taking the beer from him.

'You know what, I love how you can just casually curse like that.', Seungho said while looking at you, obviously a little drunk as well. ‘It just sounds so natural when you curse, as if you really don’t give a damn what anybody thinks.’

'Yang Seungho, are you perhaps complimenting me?', you asked and nudged him with your elbow.

'Compliment or not, it's the truth. Plus, it's sexy when you swear.’, he added and gave you a cocky wink.

'Hyeong, stop calling your friend sexy, people will get the wrong idea.', Mir, who was sitting next to Seungho, intervened in the discussion.

Her? My friend?’, Seungho asked, eyes wide and a little pouting. ‘If I would look at her as a friend, things would be much easier, wouldn’t they, Mir?’, Seungho asked and flung his arm around Mir’s shoulder.

Your hand froze on the bottle. Things would be easier? Not his friend? You didn’t know what to believe, but you sure hoped you didn’t misunderstand him.

The song one of your other friends sang finished, and all of you started applauding for him.

'Waaa, G.O oppa, your voice is amazing!', you exclaimed happily and received a smile as thanks from him.

Ya..’, Seungho mumbled and slid closer to you. 'Why do you call him oppa?'

You slightly frowned at him and took another clumsy sip of your beer.

'Because he's older than me.', you explained.

I’m older than you as well.’, Seungho replied.

'And your point is…?', you asked, but you already knew what he wanted to hear.

'Why don't you call me oppa as well?', he then asked, not looking at you anymore, clearly embarrassed.

You grabbed his hand, holding it between your hands, and made him look at you.

'Seungho oppaaaa~~~~', you said in the cutest way possible and you saw his cheeks going scarlet.

'You like that, don't you?', you asked and smiled at him.

'Who wants to sing next?', Mir asked and Seungho rapidly pulled his hand away, looking at the song list in the notebook.

’______ and I will sing a song together.’, Seungho then said.

'Are we?', you asked surprised.

Seungho handed you a mic, telling you to step onto the tiny stage in front of the TV.

'What song are we singing?', you asked.

'You know it, don't worry.', Seungho replied while coming next to you, a microphone in his hand as well.

And then you heard it, from the first second, you already knew what song it was.

'♪ Something happens when I see you, don’t know what I should do. I can’t explain it, don’t know why I’m so caught up on you. ♫', Seungho started singing the beginning of Brian’s & Jay Park’s “Can’t Stop.” You loved this long, and you were sure you mentioned it before to Seungho, and he remembered.

He was looking at you, smiling, his cheeks red from the alcohol, his eyes sweet.

♪ I just want you to know. My feeling’s outta control. When ya around me, I just lose it all. ♫’, he sang and your part came.

'♪ I can’t stop, I won’t stop. Ain’t stoppin’ till you’re mine. Oh boy I need you by my side. ♫’, you sang, your voice sounding terrible, but you didn’t care. Your heart was beating like crazy, and you were feeling amazing.

'♪ I said I won’t stop, I can’t stop. So take my hand and come with me, can’t you see. ♫', Seungho’s part came, and he stretched his hand out, intertwining his fingers with yours. ‘♪ All I need is you oh baby. ♫’

'♪ Why you actin’ like you don’t even hear me? ♫'. you sang again, your heart racing even faster now that your hands were touching. '♪ Can’t you see that without you boy my life has no meaning. Need you in my life. Oh boy you make me better. Can’t we stay together? ♫', you asked and looked at Seungho with puppy eyes, making him giggle. The sweetest giggle you've heard in your life. It felt as if the other people weren't even inside the room. '♪ I can’t help it baby. ♫'

'♪ I can’t stop fallin’ in love, love, love. ♫’, both of you sang, and you almost gasped when Seungho lovingly put his palm on your face. '♪ I said I can’t stop fallin’ in love, love, love. ♫'

You took two steps back, being overwhelmed by how close he was to you.

' ♪ J-J-Just t-tell me what you need. ♫', you stuttered at the first verse, still flustered because of Seungho, who was looking at you with incredibly loving eyes. '♪ And boy I guarantee, that we were meant to be. Baby you know this. ♫'

♪ You are the reason that I am existing, and I’m standing here to tell you my feelings oh baby. ♫’, Seungho’s part came, and he was moving closer to you. ‘♪ Just come on over, girl I’ll show ya, I’ll always love ya. ♫’, he continued, and suddenly, you felt his arm around your back, pulling you towards him, his chubby lips connecting with yours.

Your mic fell out of your hand, and your heart completely stopped.

He was kissing you, his tongue wanting to invade your mouth and you letting him, and you could hear Mir scream at the two of you.

You slowly pulled away, looking at him, his eyes even gentler than before.

'Why didn't you pull away?', he asked.

'Why did you kiss me?', you asked.

'YA! What was that??', Mir screamed at the both of you and you finally unglued yourself from Seungho's body.

'G-Good acting.', you stuttered. 'Right?', you asked as you turned to Seungho.

'Y-Yeah…', he almost whispered his reply.

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You were waiting for Sang Hyun one street away from his, stealing glimpses at his apartment from time to time, making sure not to miss him.

When you told him earlier that you couldn’t make it to your date today because of work, he seemed incredibly sad and disappointed, so you decided to make it up for him with a surprise visit.

You were already waiting outside for one hour, wondering what he was doing so late. It was already past midnight.

Even though the beginning of summer already started, and the days were hotter than before, the nights were still chilly, and you felt your fingers getting colder, just putting a dress on not seeming like such a great idea now.

But after all, you wanted to be pretty for Thunder. Not only that, you wanted to be sexy and appealling, because thoughts of him not liking your appearance crossed your mind.

You were already dating for one month and a half, yet, nothing.

Sure, you had intense moments, a lot of groping involved, but you never took it to the next level, you never saw Thunder wanting to take it further, so you were starting to doubt your appearance.

'If he won't do anything tonight, I swear I'll lose it.', you mumbled to yourself like a crazy person as you were breathing warm air onto your hands.

Just then, you saw Thunder taking the corner, walking towards his apartment.

All clothed in black, his almost white hair spiked up and a backpack on his shoulder, he looked so handsome and cool you smiled like a fool to yourself.

'He's smart, he has a jacket.', you mumbled and cursed your actions.

As he was walking towards his apartment building, you saw his expression, and he seemed a little bit upset.

Was it wrong that you hoped it was because of you? A tiny part of you hoped he was upset he couldn’t see you.

Like a sly fox, you tip-toed after him, waiting for him to enter the building and quickly following him.

When he took the elevator, you sneakily hid behind a wall, hoping he wouldn’t suddenly turn around and make you give yourself away.

When the elevator reached the 8th floor, it started coming down, and you quickly got inside, not pressing the button yet.

'I'd better wait for a few minutes, so he won't think I'm a complete freak.', you thought.

Luckily, no other people came into the elevator at that hour, so after patiently waiting, you finally started going up as well.

When you arrived at his door, at first, you wanted to knock, but you decided to see if you’re lucky tonight.

You turned the door knob, and as if the gods heard your prayers, the door obediently opened.

You almost jubilated at the situation, but you restrained yourself.

With baby-steps, you stepped into Sang Hyun’s apartment, taking your shoes off and walking down the tiny corridor.

You saw Thunder’s shoes lying around, his jacket right next to them.

'My boyfriend is so messy.', you mumbled to yourself and giggled like a complete fool.

Slowly, you headed towards the bedroom, seeing his shirt lying right in front of the door, the door slightly opened.

You walked towards it, ready to jump in and give him a heart attack, but you suddenly stood still like a statue.

’______, oh fuck, _______’, you heard him moaning your name and your heart stood still.

You didn’t know what to do for a moment, the situation being so completely new, but soon, your instincts kicked in.

You walked closer to the door, looking through the tiny space, seeing Thunder sitting on the couch, head thrown backwards, pants at his ankles, his hand gliding up and down his member.

'FUCK', you thought and your eyes widened at the view.

'Just like that, ______, suck it with your pretty lips.', he whimpered and you felt your legs turning to jelly.

He was masturbating while thinking about you, your hormones were going crazy.

His hand had such an amazing speed, and you were amazed by how big he was. Little baby Doong wasn’t exactly little anymore.

Hot flashes were attacking your body, and you could feel how you were already damping your panties. Damn, he was sexy.

Another moan escaped his throat, and you almost moaned with him.

'Fuck, I wish you were here. FUCK!', he almost screamed and you knew that was your cue.

You were so nervous your heart was ripping your chest, but you decided not to show any of it. You decided to be confident and sexy.

With one push, you opened the door, Thunder’s hand stopping, his eyes almost falling out of his sockets.

'Your wish is my command, oppa.', you said in the sexiest voice capable and went towards him, getting on his lap, your one leg between his.

His expression was priceless, it was as if a storm just hit him and he had no idea how to recover from the shock.

You put your hand on the back of his head, starting to kiss him, directly fighting his tongue with yours.

At first, he was motionless, but you felt his lips slowly defrosting.

His eyes were finally closed, and you didn’t want to take it slowly tonight, you waited enough.

You pulled up your dress and started to rub your covered womanhood against his erect member, making him moan into your mouth.

Finally, he was starting to move and adapt to you.

He grabbed the back of your head, his fingers entangled in your hair, slightly pulling onto it.

By the look of it, he didn’t want to take it slowly either.

'Fuck.', he moaned into your mouth and sucked onto your tongue. 'You're like a guardian angel, you came at the perfect time.'

You stopped the kiss and slid your hand sdown his chocolate abs, pressing your thumb against his tip, smearing his pre-cum all over his head.

'Oppa, believe me, I sure won't be an angel tonight.', you said and smirked at him, and right after, you felt his lips on your chest.

You started moaning, still rubbing your womanhood against his member, your panties gradually getting wetter by both your juices.

You felt Thunder’s fingers on your shoulders and then your arms, pulling your dress’ straps down, revealing your naked breasts.

Of course, you intended to be sexy tonight, so there was no need for a bra.

'So beautiful.', you heard him say before starting to draw circles with his tongue around your nipple, and you threw your head back at the sensation.

You weren’t moving anymore, but his hips were, so the friction was still taking place.

You wanted to take it further, you couldn’t take it anymore, and by the sound of his breathing, neither could he.

'Oppa, condom.', you said and heard him whisper a “drawer”.

You hurriedly got off him, finding the condom right away and putting it between your teeth, not getting on top of him again.

You stood in front of him, taking your dress off and letting it fall onto the floor, showing him everything that you had.

Sensually and slowly, you pushed your panties down and stepped out of them.

'Fuck.', he groaned and it felt like he couldn’t make you a better compliment.

You got on top of him again, spoiling his cock with your wetness, and the look he was giving you was unbelievable, his eyes screaming that they wanted and desired you.

You ripped the condom’s wrapper with your teeth, gently putting it on Thunder’s member, hearing him moan again.

You lifted your ass a little, positioning your entrance right on top of his head, teasing him with your wet lips.

You felt his hands on your hips, slowly pushing you down, not wanting to be too rough.

When you felt him inside of you, you drilled your fingers into his shoulders, leaving nail marks on his skin.

You started moving and he did as well, thrusting into you, and you riding him.

Your sync was almost perfect, and it felt as if you knew each other’s bodies for years.

Just then, you felt Thunder’s palm against your clit, starting to rub it, tease it and please it.

'OH GOD', you yelled at the sensation, and he put more pressure onto it.

Your orgasm was approaching at full speed, the sensation beeing too strong.

Your juices started pouring down on you, your inner thighs drenched, cumming all over his member.

Your lustful moans and yells aroused him even more, his stomach getting so tense his abs were incredibly defined now, and you felt how your inside became warmer by his load.

Exhausted, breathless, you slowly got off his member, not getting off of him though.

You felt his arms embrace your back, pulling you towards him, making you rest your head onto his chest and caressing your hair, his breath still heavy.

'What took you so long?', he asked and you looked up at him, a confused look on your face.

'Me? What about you? Do you know how much I waited for you to make a move??', you asked.

'I always thought you never really wanted to…so I wanted to be patient.', he mumbled.

'I was thinking the same exact thing about you!', you exclaimed and you both laughed at your silliness.

'How could you ever think that? I'm so attracted to you it hurts.', he said and hugged you tighter.

'How about proving that to me one more time? Just to make sure.', you replied and smirked at him, his lips curling into a sneaky smile as well.


Hello again my loves! I was fast, wasn’t I? I’m sure you all with enjoy some kinky (really kinky) Doong!

For the request: : “When Thunder and you are dating since a few weeks and you’re both shy. As you are visiting Thunder in the dorm you walk in on him masturbating, and you both get some warmer with eachother, and have sex. Rough sex.” Hope the requester likes it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Lemme know what ya’ll thought about this scenario!

Lots of love and see you soon, C! xx


As soon as she walked into the coffee shop, she saw him, sitting at a table. Their table.

Her fingers were tightening around her purse’s straps, her whole body stiff.

She didn’t know what to do, should she go on or leave as fast as she could?

When she decided to visit this place again, she never would have thought she’d find him there.

Her emotions and feelings were creating a battlefield inside of her, she didn’t know if she could face him, she didn’t know if she could endure speaking to him.

She almost walked towards him, but when their eyes locked, she knew she had to get out of there, she knew she couldn’t do it.

His face complete distorted when she saw her. His eyes were ready to fall out of their sockets, his lips slightly parting.

When he saw her turning around, ready to leave, he jumped from his seat and rushed after her, grabbing her wrist.

’______!’, he almost shouted so that the other few customers looked at the two of them.

Her hand still tight on her purse, she slowly turned her head around.

'Don't leave. Let's have a coffee together.', he said and looked with hopeful eyes at her.

She slightly nodded and started walking towards the table, hanging her purse around the chair’s backrest. Shyly, he followed her, sitting across from her, hoisting his one elbow on the table and burying his chin into it, a habit she knew too well.

Her hands were placed onto her lap, and she wasn’t looking at him, she couldn’t look at him.

The atmosphere was tense, stiff and awkward, neither of them saying anything.

After minutes of complete silence, the waitress came to their table.

'Do you know what you'll have or should I bring you a menu?', the waitress addressed her.

'A caramel machiatto', they said in unison and she felt her heart stop beating for a second.

Right away.’, the waitress replied and chuckled at their sync.

Now, she was looking at him, her eyes bigger than usually.

'I'm sorry. Reflex.’, he then finally spoke and awkwardly scratched the back of his head, chuckling.

Her heart was already hurting and it was only the beginning.

'Have you been well?', he then asked and grabbed his iced americano between his palms. She didn’t need to see what he was drinking, she already knew.

'Mm.', she mumbled and nodded a little. 'I've been well. You?', she asked, but she didn't want to know. She didn't want to know how he's been, she didn't want to know how well he's been after they broke up.

'Bad.', he then suddenly answered, looking down at his drink. His answer took her by surprise.

'Bad? Why?', she asked. 'I heard that you got a raise at the school. Have things changed since I left?', she asked and his heart started aching.

That’s right, she left. Like trash, she deserted him as if he meant nothing to her.

'Things changed because you left.', he answered and looked her dead in the eye.

She bit her inner lip, hardly trying not to show him how perplexed she actually was.

'Haksaeng, why did you come today to this cafe?', he asked, piercing her eyes with his, making her heart rip her chest.

Hearing him calling her like that again was too much for her, too many memories and flashbacks were drowning her mind.

'Then what about you seonsaengnim, why did you come? Did you perhaps miss me?', she asked, her tone just as ice-cold as his.

Suddenly, the waitress appeared, putting the caramel machiatto in front of her.

She hurriedly took a sip of it, trying to calm down.

'Of course I missed you. I missed you like crazy.', he replied and she almost choked.

He wanted to tell her all the things that he couldn’t these past months. He wanted to tell her that he felt like dying because he didn’t see her, he wanted to tell her that he wanted her back and that he loved her more than anybody else.

'I wanted to have a normal conversation, but it seems like that's not possible with you, seonsaengnim.', she said and put extra pressure on the last word.

Just as she was about to get up, his words stopped her.

'I never remembered you as such a weak student. Are you this scared of confrontation?', he angrily exclaimed at her and she stood still, looking at him.

'Hah! Look at you!', she mockingly huffed and gave him a sarcastic laugh. 'Are you actually going to call me a coward after what you did?', she said and he remained still. 'Do you think you're in any position of calling somebody else weak? After breaking up with me because you were too fucking scared that you might lose your job?', she was starting to get angry, blood rushing to her eyes. 'Your job as a teacher was more important to you than me, and you dare calling me weak? FUCK YOU.', she almost shouted and people started to look at them.

'Is that what you think?', he asked, complete shock written all over his face. 'Are you insane?! Is that why you think I broke up with you? Is that why you never replied to any of my messages? Is that why you never picked up your phone? The worst part is I could never even come to your home, because your mother knew that I was your teacher!', he asked, his voice becoming louder as well.

'That day, why couldn't you just listen to everything I had to say?! You just stormed out in the middle of my explanation. Is that why you changed schools, because you thought that was my reason?', he asked, so baffled he didn’t know if he should cry, scream or laugh.

'What other reason could there have been?!', she exclaimed loudly.

'I couldn't care less about my job as a teacher! You were so much more important to me than anything else concerning my life! Only one word from you, and I would have quit!

It wasn’t me I was worried about, it was you! If they would have found out about us, I could’ve easily found another job. But what about you ________, huh? If people would have found out, how do you think this would’ve looked in your school record? How do you think people would’ve looked at you, HUH?’, he yelled and she felt her lungs almost giving up on her.

'I didn't want you to be mocked because of me, I wasn't worth it! I didn't want you to suffer because of me, I didn't want you to suffer because your teacher fell in love with his student!', he continued and more heads turned.

She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t know how to react, she was just blankly staring at him.

'But is it my fault after all? Even if I'm a teacher, how could I not fall in love with such a student? A student so beautiful and funny and smart like all the other ones combined? How could I not fall in love with a student whose smile is brighter than the sun?', he asked and his eyes were sparkling, his expression clearly showing her his frustrations.

’______, do you remember the first time we kissed?’, he then continued, and still, she wasn’t able to say anything. She was just looking with a painful expression at him. 'The day you stayed longer after classes, and you asked me to explain something to you. And then…then…you kissed me, so passionately and purely at the same time, and I realized, you weren't just a student, you were also a woman, a woman who craves and desires me just as much as I crave and desire her.', he said and wanted to touch her hand, but she quickly pulled it away.

'I can't do this.', she whispered, tears fighting to get out of her eyes.

She quickly grabbed her purse and walked towards the door, but he stopped her again.

'So what are you going to do?! Put your feelings for me aside?!', he yelled after her and stood up, and now the whole cafe’s attention was on them.

She angrily turned around, the tears rolling down her cheeks.

'I've been doing that for such a long time, I've become pretty damn good at it!', she screamed back, biting her lower lip and trying to control herself.

She didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to get separated from him again, she wanted him to chase her, she wanted him to tell her that everything was going to be alright.

He slowly walked towards her, not caring about the other people.

He was in pain when he was seeing her cry and she was childishly wiping her tears with the back of her palm away.

He needed to tell her those words now, so it wouldn’t be too late. And he knew she needed to hear them as well.

’______, please forgive me. I never wanted us to break up, I never wanted for you to suffer, I just wanted to make it easier for you, but it seems like I failed miserable, please forgive me.’, he confessed as he was now standing right in front of her.

Eyes and cheeks still wet, she looked up at him, the tears still not stopping.

'Seonsaengnim…', she said in a sad, heartbreaking voice. 'Do you remember all the afternoons where we were sneaking around the school? Do you remember those days when we were crazy about each other? Do you remember how passionately you were kissing me, as if it was the last time you would kiss me?', she asked, and without wasting one second, he cupped her face with both hands and pressed his lips against hers.

He could feel her fingers clinging onto the back of his shirt, her body pressing harder against his.

The kiss felt so new, yet so nostalgic. Their tongues fighting, their lips extracting each other’s taste, their lungs sharing the same breath.

The few customers in the cafe started clapping, but they didn’t care.

They were finally together again, no misunderstandings, no feelings of hatred, no resentment. Their bodies were doing all the talking, and they understood each other better than they ever did.


Told you I’d be back soon, and here I am! With a Joonie scenario on top of that, woot woot!

I had loads of fun writing this, I’ve been thinking about this scenario all day long yesterday and I finally found the time to write it! Hope ya’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Lemme know what you all think!

For the request: “Can you please make a scenario inspired by Ailee’s new MV with Joon but without him cheating and a happier end? Basically he could be her teacher and they were in love but eventually break up but in the end they realize they can’t stay apart. I just really love teacher-student relationships (for anon)”. I hope you like how this came out anon, let me know!!!!

Lots of love and see you soon, C! xx



You opened the door after hearing the bell ring four times.

Your hand a little trembly, your parents’ eyes fixating on your every move as you were slowly pulling the door open. You could almost hear their radiant smiles.

When the door was open, a scent of manly cologne hit you. Not only that, the scent was mixed with something else, something sweet, something you knew too well.

He looked incredible, just how you thought he’d look like. His blond hair just the right amount of spiky, his suit practically molding with his shoulders and arms, and that silver brooch that just offered his whole look that something special.

He was smiling, his lips so luscious you took a second just to admire them. His smile was reaching his eyes, making them sparkle.

Just because of the look that he was giving you, you felt beautiful. You saw your reflection in his eyes, and you felt like the most beautiful girl in the world.

He didn’t greet you, he didn’t greet your parents, he just looked at you, until he finally managed to mutter something.

’_____, wow.’, was all that he said and you felt your heart jumping up and down.

'Thank you.', you shyly muttered and lightly bit your lower lip, doing your best not to smile like a complete fool.

'These..these are for you.', he said as he stretched his hands out to you, and then you knew where the sweet scent was coming from.

'Seungho, they are beautiful.', you exclaimed as you grabbed the bouquet of lilies and pressed them against your chest, inhaling their swooning perfume. 'You remembered.', you added.

'How could I forget? They're your favorite after all.', he replied and his voice sounded so sweet and calm.

'You just look so cute together!', your mom suddenly exclaimed, reminding you and Seungho that you two weren’t alone.

You could see a light flush of redness on Seungho’s cheeks as your mother spoke.

'After taking a picture of you two, we'll let you go and have fun!', your mother added.

Yes, let me take a picture!’, your dad said and lifted up the camera, ready to blind you with the flash.

You felt Seungho coming next to you. His arm went around your back, his hand resting onto your hip, his fingers pressing against your skin just the right amount.

Just by that slight amount of touch, your breathing got heavier.

And then, your father took a picture, making you and Seungho see white dots in front of your eyes.

'So beautiful!', your mother almost shouted happily. ‘Now go and have fun! Promise me you’ll take care of her, okay?’, she added and turned towards Seungho.

Of course. I would never let anything happen to her.’, Seungho answered, and his answer sounded genuine, it sounded as if he really meant it.

You passed the bouquet to your mother and felt Seungho’s fingers intertwine with yours, starting to walk out of your house.

His car was awaiting on the driveway, and like the complete gentleman that he was, he opened the car door for you, and as lady-likely as you could, you stepped into his car.

Quickly, he went to the other side, starting the engine, turning on the CD player.

Infinite’s “Last Romeo” started playing, and you felt a wave of excitement overwhelm you.

'I love this song!', you shouted and smiled like a small child.

'I know.', Seungho simply replied and smiled to himself as he was driving further away from your house.


When you arrived at the prom hall, again, Seungho opened the door for you, offering his hand as support as you stepped out.

Once again, his fingers were intertwined with yours, his steps adapting to your rhythm.

As he opened the door and you both stepped in, a mixture of tens of different perfumes hit your nose, the melodic music spoiling your ears.

The music wasn’t too loud, not too low. It was just the perfect amount to have fun but also be able to understand a person speaking.

Some of your friends came and greeted you, telling you how beautiful you looked and how you and Seungho looked great together.

'I never thought you'd come together! I always thought you two were just really good friends!’, one of your friends said.

And she wasn’t wrong. You and Seungho were best friends throughout high school, but you could never think of him as a friend.

You fell in love with him soon after 9th grade, and as the years passed by, your emotions for him got stronger and stronger, yet you never said anything, because truth be told, you were terrified. Terrified he might reject you.

Did you have a secret relationship without telling us?’, another friend asked and you chuckled, because that wasn’t true.

All of your friends were thinking that you had some kind of affair with Seungho, but one week ago, you were actually shocked when he asked you if you’d go to prom with him.

'Why? All the other girls rejected you?', you jokingly teased him, thinking that he was joking as well.

'No. I want to go to prom with you. Even if it's just for one night, I don't want us to be friends.', he replied and you were sure that you were dreaming.

But luckily, you weren’t, he was serious, and you said yes.

His answer made you understand that he also had feelings for you, but he wasn’t sure about you either. You both were idiots, not understanding each other.

’______, may I have this dance?’, Seungho suddenly interrupted your friends’ chit-chat with a dance invitation.

Just then, you realized BTS’ “Coffee” was playing.

'I love this song!', you exclaimed happily.

'I know you idiot.', Seungho replied and chuckled, grabbing your hand and walking to the center of the dance floor.

He placed his hands onto your hips, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your faces were so close together, now you could only smell his perfume.

His lips were a little bit wet, and just as you were looking at his mouth, he licked his bottom lip, and you felt that he was trying to tease you.

'Seungho..', you almost whispered.

'Hm?', he mumbled and moved his face even closer to you, grinning. ‘I can’t hear you.’

'Why didn't we do this sooner? Why did we wait so much?', you asked, listening to the music that was playing in the background.

~♫Baby baby, you’re a caramel macchiato
Your sweet taste is still on my lips.
Baby baby tonight.♪~

'Because…', he started speaking and paused a little, having a confused expression on. '…because, because we're idiots, that's why.'

'Yeah. We're definitely idiots.', you said and looked straight into his eyes, and you both could feel the tense atmosphere.

 ’_________’, your name sounded so beautiful slipping from his lips.

'Mm?', you mumbled.

'I wonder if your lips also taste like a caramel machiatto.', he said before he proceeded to press his lips against yours, completely taking your breath away.

At first, his lips were gliding on top of yours. His tongue then shyly slipped between your lips, dancing in complete harmony with yours.

His fingers were pressing against your hips, your embrace becoming tighter around his neck.

After moments you wished would never end, your lips slowed down, his mouth ungluing from yours.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, looking at Seungho, and you were sure that you could see love in his eyes.

'And?', you asked and bit your lower lip.

'You taste even better.'


Hello, my loves! I’m finally back and ready for some serious writing!

I really really missed this, you guys have no idea! These past months my head’s been full of scenario ideas, but I never had time to write them! But that has changed now, ahehehe! So happy!

I hope you like this one, it’s a scenario for the request “May I request a scenario where you and Seungho are high schoolers and go to prom with each other and at the end of the dance he confesses? Please and thanks you. (for anon)”. I didn’t really make him confess or anything but it was close, so I still hope you like it!

I really had fun writing this, I think I needed something light and fun to write as my first story after a long break, just to get back into my rhythm, ahehehe!

Please let me know what you think of this, it’s really been a long time since I heard your opinions!

Lots of love and see you really soon, C! xx


His eyes were moving along with her every movement. Seungho felt enchanted by everything she was doing. He was madly in love with her.

She smiled at him and stopped walking, pulling him into a short yet passionate kiss.

'P-Paboya!’, Seungho exclaimed, feeling how the red was crawling to his cheeks. ‘People are looking!’

'I don't give a damn what people think about us.', she said in such a cute voice, even the damn sounded sweet. ‘I just want to show my affection to my boyfriend, can’t I?’, she asked and frowned and pouted at the same time at Seungho.

He felt his heart beating a little faster. Boyfriend. He was her boyfriend. He was so happy to be called that, he could barely believe it.

He loved it when she was so careless and cool at the same time, and that’s probably why she fell so rapidly for her, because she was the complete opposite of him.

'Of course you can…', he mumbled and looked away a little, hoping that she didn’t notice his blushing. 'I like it when you do that.', he added and looked at her again, giving her a radiant smile.

You like to be kissed by me?’, she cockily asked and leaned forward and just as their lips were about to touch, she pulled away and chuckled.

Ahhhh, so annoying!’, Seungho exclaimed, but a smile could be heard behind his fake annoyance.

It was their first date as an official couple, and he felt so comfortable and at ease with her he hoped this day would never end.

They met thanks to a mutual acquaintance, and at first, they were friends. They were hanging around a lot, enjoying each other’s company, and at some point, they both felt that their friendship wasn’t really a friendship anymore.

They were both attracted to each other even though they were as different as the day and night, and the tension was always there.

Until one evening, when she spontaneously showed up at his apartment and kissed him so passionately his knees almost gave in.

After spending that night together, they were officially a couple, and today was their first official date.

They went and had lunch together, laughed and talked about several things, and the only thing he could think about was how mesmerizing and beautiful she was.

After eating, they decided to take a walk and take advantage of the sunny weather.

Seungho wasn’t the only one feeling amazingly well with her, she felt as if she was in cloud 9 as well.

The looks he was giving her, the way he was sometimes licking his lower lip and laughing afterwards, the way he was squeezing her hand harder from time to time and then rubbing the back of her palm with his thumb, everything about him was driving her crazy.

'Ahhh, so warm!', she suddenly exclaimed as they were walking through a park and hurried to a bench, sitting down and leaning her head back, stretching her tongue out and panting like a cute little puppy.

Are you already tired?’, Seungho asked as he slowly took a seat next to her, gently placing his hand onto her thigh and looking at her.

Just by they were they were taking a seat it was obvious how completely different they were.

'Mhm!’, she mumbled and looked at him, pouting and nodding at the same time. 'Soooo tired!', she added in a cute voice and he couldn’t hold a giggle in. She was just too precious.

Oppaya!’, she suddenly exclaimed, in an attempt to do aegyo.

'You only call me oppa with that voice when you want something. What is it?', he asked and couldn’t stop smiling at her.

'Oppaya', she repeated and put her palms on her cheeks in a V formation, exaggerating her aegyo even more. 'How about drinking some smoothies? I saw a shop as we were walking this way. It's just across the park.'

He instantly stood up and leaned over her, cupping her face and placing a kiss onto her forehead.

'Anything for you. Please wait for me a bit.', he said and started walking away, making her heart race. He was so sweet sometimes it was hard for her to believe it. With everything that he was doing, he was warming her heart more and more.

With his hands inside his black blazer’s pockets, he was happily walking towards the shop.

It didn’t even take 2 minutes for him to arrive there.

'Two strawberry and banana smoothies please.', Seungho politely asked as he placed the money on the counter, waiting for his order.

It didn’t take long for them to be ready, and he hurried back to her.

When he was close enough to see the bench where she was sitting, he saw another silhouette sitting next to her.

When he got even closer, he recognized a man. A man he never saw before.

He quickened his pace and soon got there, feeling something he never felt before because of her. Jealousy.

As he stopped in front of the bench, both her and the unknown man looked up to him.

'Seungho-oppa, you're back!', she said and smiled at him.

The unknown man’s expression changed.

'Is he…your boyfriend?', he asked.

'Yeah.', Seungho replied in the hoarsest, lowest voice he was capable off. 'I'm her boyfriend. Who are you?'

Just then, the man stood up and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

'I'm sorry, I thought she was alone. I didn't mean to intrude.', the man said and bowed his head a little, starting to walk away.

'Don't worry, you didn't intrude!', she shouted after him and Seungho stretched one smoothie out to her.

She took a sip from it and sighed happily after the flavor hit her taste buds.

He took a seat next to her, not even touching his drink.

He crossed his arms under his chest and sighed deeply.

She looked at him but decided not to say anything, just happily sipping out of her smoothie. She knew he was jealous, but she wanted to tease him a little.

This time, Seungho sighed even deeper, but again, she didn’t say anything.

'Aishhh…', he mumbled under his breath and she thought it would be the good time to say something now.

'Seungho, is something wrong?', she asked and he turned his head to her.

'It was 5 minutes. I was gone for 5 minutes and some guy already tries to hit on you. Men are hungry, thirsty beasts! I hate men!', he exclaimed angrily and she giggled at his cute exaggeration.

'Don't laugh, I'm serious! You're too beautiful!', he then said and she slowly put her smoothie next to her on the bench.

'Why do you have to be so beautiful? You're so gorgeous, of course any guy would want to get to know you. They'd be crazy if they wouldn't want to!', he added with even more frustration.

In that moment, Seungho was so cute in her eyes she couldn’t hold back.

She got on top of him, sitting onto his lap, arms wrapped around his neck.

’_____, w-what are you doing?’, he stuttered and looked at her, and she could see his face getting redder.

'Seungho, listen here.', she said in a serious voice and leaned her face closer to his. ‘There will always be people who try to flirt with me, and there will always be people who try to flirt with you. We can’t do anything about that, that’s just how things work.’, she said, almost whispering now.

'If a guy will come on to me, it doesn't mean that I will accept his flirtation, it also doesn't mean that I will be rude to him. I will politely reject his actions and tell him that I'm not interested, because honestly, how could I ever be interested as long as I have you beside me? You're everything and more than I need.', she added and placed a kiss onto his forehead, just like he did minutes ago.

There’s no competition going on, because I’m in love with you, and I only want you. Just you.’, she said and felt his arms embrace her back.

He pressed his chin against her shoulder and tightly hugged her.

'Butterflies…I feel butterflies fluttering.', he mumbled.

'You do?’, she asked him, trailing her fingers through his hair.

'Yes.', he replied, and in that moment, they both felt so close to each other they weren’t even feeling the stares from the people passing by.

'Why?', she asked.

'Because I'm in love with you too. I must be crazy ______, all I need is you.'


It’s been such a long time, forgive me, and I wasn’t even busy I was just lazy as fuck.

But I’m back with a super fluffy Seungho scenario, and I know that you all love Seungho, and even more when he’s fluffy!

So let me all know what you think of this scenario, send me loads of messages!

For the request: “How about a fluff scenario for Seungho; You & Him go out on a date and while he goes to the nearby shop to get smoothies for both of you and he sees a boy chatting with you && he gets a bit jealous + picture” for Howl anon!

Stay tuned for the next scenario, lots of love, C! xx

'Try it! Try it try it try it! It's so delicious!', you demanded from Thunder and pushed your caramel-frappuccino towards him.

'You know I don't like sweet stuff.', Thunder whined and pouted at you.

'Just try it oppa, you'll love it, I promise!', you didn't give up and grabbed the straw, pressing it against his lips.

He finally gave in and took a quick sip, taking another, longer sip right after.

'Right? It's really good!', you exclaimed happily.

'Woah, you're right, it's delicious!', he agreed and took another sip.

'Ya! That's enough!', you exclaimed and pulled your glass back. 'Drink your tasteless black coffee.', you teased and took a mouthful of cream.

The atmosphere in the coffee shop was dreamy tonight. The whole place was almost full with loving couples, romantic music playing in the background.

Almost all the tables were occupied, giving the café life.

Laughter was surrounding you. You could hear cute girly giggles, somewhat drunk sloppy laughter and the tittering of a boy who was just told that he looks especially handsome tonight.

You couldn’t have asked for a better evening.

Just as you were about to say something to Thunder, you felt a hand on your shoulder and someone calling your name.

You quickly turned around and realized how your evening would probably go down the drain.

'Such a coincidence to meet you here, ______!', the man said and you had the urge to roll your eyes.

Thunder was looking at the two of you, not saying anything, a little bit of curiosity written on his face.

'Jaeseop, what are you doing here?', you asked and shuddered a bit so he would take his hand off your shoulder.

'We haven't seen each other for over 7 months and this is how you're greeting me? You're as cold as ever ____.', he said and gave you half a smirk.

You thought it was time for you to introduce Thunder to him.

'Oppa, this is my ex-boyfriend, Kim Jaeseop.', you said and Thunder bowed his head a little, but Jaeseop wasn't as polite.

'Oppa? Is this white-haired guy your boyfriend?', he asked and pointed mockingly with his index finger at Thunder.

You were already starting to get angry.

'Exactly. His name is Park Sang Hyun. We've been together for over 5 months.', you explained and you could see Jaeseop's expression changing. You really weren't in the mood for him.

'5 months? Woooow! So you ran into this dude's arms right after dumping me? Didn't really take you long to get over me, huh?’, he asked and Thunder’s expression was changing too.

Thunder wasn’t the type of person to get angry easily, but you knew too well that when it was something concerning you, his wrath was endless.

'I was over you before we broke up Jaeseop. Why are you trying to start a scene now?', you asked in a dissing voice and looked sternly at him.

'I'm just trying to understand what this guy has that I don't.', he said and looked over at Thunder, visibly ready to start a fight anytime.
That was it for you. You got really angry.

You pushed your chair backwards and got up, frowning while looking at Jaeseop.

'Do you want to know what Sang Hyun has that you don't? Everything! I can't even compare the two of you, that's how much better he is than you!', you almost shouted at him, the heads from the table next to yours turning a bit.

By the time you ended your sentence Thunder stood up as well.

'He's so much better than me?’, Jaeseop asked and huffed. ‘Just look at this guy. He doesn’t even look like he could fuck you right.’, he said and more heads turned. ‘Don’t you remember how you were screaming with pleasure when you were with me? I bet he can’t make you scream like that!’, he said and you felt your blood boiling.

'I think that's enough.', Thunder said in a calm voice and put his hand over Jaeseop’s chest, but you knew too well that he wasn’t calm at all.

Jaeseop looked down at Thunder’s hand and huffed in disgust. He then slapped it away and looked at you again.

'I talk about fucking you and all he does is that? Not much of a boyfriend huh? Can't even protect you right.’, he said and you instantly slapped him with all the power you were capable off. You heard a girl’s slight gasp somewhere in the café.

'He doesn't need to protect me, he knows too well I can take care of myself, especially when it comes to jerks like you! Why would he need to waste his time with a nobody like you, huh? He's better than that!', you actually yelled this time and felt Thunder's hand around your wrist.

'Let's go.', he said close to your ear and started walking out. Just as you were about to exit you turned around.

'By the way, you should ask our neighbors. They'll tell you how he makes me scream!', you said right before stepping out and you heard some people going "ohhh" back in the cafe.

Thunder hurriedly grabbed a taxi and let you step in first, sliding next to you. He told the driver your address and just as you were about to explode with anger, he shushed you and placed your head on his shoulder.

Wait until we get home jagiya. Just try to think about something else now. Please try to calm down, I hate seeing you like that.’, he said and started caressing your hair, calming you a little bit instantly. Sometimes you really believed that he was your guardian angel.

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You were practicing your song in the dressing room, warming up your vocal chords.

'You know, that's not going to help you. I'm the clear winner here.', Mir said and you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

'Can you just shut up? Even your voice pisses me off.', you exclaimed.

Why did he always have to be like that? You hated his arrogance and his sense of superiority. He was always talking down on people as if he was the king of the world. But still, you were oddly attracted to him and you hated yourself for that.

From the first day you two saw each other, you quarreled. You entered a rapping competition a few weeks back, and even though you were getting along well with the other competitors, Mir was your nemesis.

But there you were, the two of you, hours before the final show.

Who knew you’d make it so far, and on top of that, who would’ve thought Mir would be your last rival.

'Did I upset the princess?’, he asked while checking himself out in the mirror.

'C'mon Cheol Yong', you said, using his real name, knowing how he hated it, 'We both know you got this far thanks to your pretty face. Your talent had little to do with it.', you huffed mockingly at him.

'Even if that's the case…', he said and looked at you, lifting his eyebrows just a tad, giving you that cocky look, '…What about you then? All those guys who voted for you weren't drooling over your voice or your skills.'

'Are you calling me pretty right now?', you asked, widening your eyes in surprise a little.

'No.', he replied and made a quick pause, ‘I’m calling you beautiful.’

His answer completely took you by surprise. For some seconds you forgot how to breathe. You had to idea what to reply and the awkward silence was becoming heavier with every second.

'Sorry.', he finally broke the silence.

'Why are you sorry?', you asked, confused because of him, confused because of the whole situation.

'I don't know. Just sorry, I guess.', he awkwardly replied like a little child.

It felt as if you couldn’t recognize the arrogant Mir anymore. Your heart was beating faster.

'You know..', you then spoke up, '…I never understood why we started fighting like that.'

'Maybe if you wouldn't have been such a spoiled princess we would've hit it off.', he replied, completely returning to his usual self.

'Fuck you! I'm trying to be nice and you're fucking it up!', you angrily shouted at him.

He came closer to you, frowning.

'You're trying to be nice? Don't bother! And don't you swear at me ____!'.

'If I do, what then? Will you tell your brother in law to kick me out of the show? That's why you got accepted anyways, because your brother in law is the executive manager or something along those lines.', you replied, almost spitting the words at him.

You didn’t want to say those things, you had no reason for saying such words, but you couldn’t control yourself.

'So what? Are you jealous that I had it easy? Stop trying to act all kind and innocent when in reality you're just a cold-hearted, jealous bitch!', he replied, giving you a taste of your own medicine.

He was so close to you now, you could feel his hot breath against your lips.

'And who knows..', he continued, but his voice changed. He was talking in such a calm, disgusting, insulting voice now, '…maybe you visited some bedrooms to get where you're now.', he finished his sentence.

You instantly slapped him, his head turning to the side, the sound of you hitting him echoing throughout the room.

'Go. Fuck. Yourself.', you spit the words into his face and stormed out of the dressing room, into the hall, making your way to the women's restroom.

You slammed the door after you and put your hands onto the sink’s edge, lowering your head and trying not to scream because of how angry you were.

You suddenly heard the door opening and looked into its direction, seeing Mir coming towards you.

'What the fuck are you doing here?', you yelled at him.

'Don't you just walk away from me after hitting me!', he said while coming closer, and you were ready to hit him again.

Mir grabbed your arms and held them tightly as you were struggling to get out of his grip.

'Let go of me you asshole!!', you were screaming but his grip wasn't loosening.

He then somehow turned your hands and glued them against your back, still holding them tightly. If someone would’ve seen you, they would’ve probably thought that you were hugging, but that really wasn’t the case.

Your body was pressed against his and his mouth was so close to your face you could barely breathe.

'Let go of me this instant.', you hissed at him.

'Why are you so sexy when you're angry? It makes me want to kiss you so badly.', he replied and bit his lower lip.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

This was exactly like one of those scenes that you saw in movies. People fighting and then having sensual, passionate sex, and you really wanted that to happen.

'Coward, you don't even have the balls to kiss me. I'm too much of a woman for you.', you said and lifted your eyebrows just as cockily as he did minutes ago.

He started to push you backwards and you could feel your ass pressing against cabinets that the sinks were put into.

His eyes didn’t avert from yours at all. He let go of your hands and grabbed your bum, lifting you up and putting you on the edge.

The atmosphere was so tensionate and sexual and you had no idea what he was up to. You were getting really horny.

He parted your legs a little and placed himself between them.

'Let's play a game.', he said. ‘Whoever kisses the other one on the lips first, loses.’, he almost whispered.

'What's the bet?', you asked.

'No bet. Just the sense of victory.', he replied as his hand started moving up your side.

'Deal.', you replied as you felt his hand making its way under your blouse, his fingers slightly tickling your skin.

As he cupped one of your breasts, a slight moan escaped your mouth, and you teasingly bit your lower lip.

'You're making this game really hard.', he said and you felt his crotch pressing against yours.

'Am I only making the game hard?', you cockily asked and a smirk appeared on his face.

He hurriedly got rid of your blouse and you unclasped your bra, letting it slide off your arms.

As he saw your nude breasts, you saw a spark in his eyes. That look made you feel so beautiful and wanted it was unbelievable.

You leaned yourself back, as a hint to tell him to do his job.

He started with slow kisses on your chest, going down bit by bit, finally playing with his tongue around your erect nipple.

He was sucking onto it and gently biting it, your hand playing in his hair the whole time.

He unglued his lips from your nipple and went down your stomach, now kneeling in front of you.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down your legs, starting to kiss your thigh.

Your womanhood was burning up. He took you way pass the point of turning you on.

Just as you thought he would get rid of your panties as well, he stood up, getting rid of his shirt.

'Say..', he was inches away from your lips, '…how can everything about you be so beautiful?'

Just as he said those words, you realized it. He was in love with you.

No man would ever be capable of such words if he wasn’t in love. No man would be capable of saying such things in such a calm, loving tone if he wasn’t in love.

You strangely felt your heart warming up.

You just smiled at him and pushed him a little bit back, starting to kiss down his neck, playing around his collarbones.

You could hear soft whimpers coming from him, and you were loving it.

As you were kissing his ear and biting his lobe, you were unzipping his pants, pushing them down.

Your hand was now trailing over his material-covered member, and you could feel the dampness from his pre-cum.

And as he was softly moaning your name, begging to get touched more by you, you knew exactly how to make him kiss you, how to make him lose, and more importantly, how to end this torture of not being able to kiss him.

You unglued your lips from his ear and looked him directly in his eyes, trying to be as sexy as you could.

'Mir-oppa, please kiss me.', you demanded and it didn't take a second for him to react.

He grabbed the back of your head and slammed his lips against yours, penetrating your mouth with his tongue at once, letting you taste him.

You were both breathless, both trying to dominate one another, both full of desire.

The kiss seeming endless, you pushed his boxers down and he pushed the material of your panties to the side, placing his member right under your entrance.

You bit his lower lip, and with his flesh between your teeth, you whispered a “Now”.

He penetrated you at once, your inner walls molding around his member.

You both moaned in ecstasy into each other’s mouths, and he started moving, making you feel unbelievable.

Your legs were curled around him, and you were pushing his ass, making him go deeper into you.

'Oh god, I'm going to come.', you said into his mouth and felt the utter feeling of lust and climax overwhelm you, making you moan Mir's name out loud.

Moments after you finished, he pulled out of you, yours and his stomach taking the hit of his orgasm.

You were both uncontrollably huffing, trying to regulate your breathing.

Mir leaned his forehead against your chest, resting for a moment. That action made him look so vulnerable and innocent in your eyes, you had the desire to just hug him and kiss him all over.

It was strange how people’s relationships can change in a split second.

'We were pretty lucky no one actually came in.', you broke the silence.

'Your moans were keeping them away.', he replied and giggled a little. You chuckled as well.

'But you know, I won.', you then said.

'I don't even care that you won.', he said and lifted his head, looking at you now. 'Because losing felt incredible.', he said and gave you a loving smile, creating butterflies in your stomach.

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You buttoned up the sweater, burying your face into its collar, inhaling its perfume.

It still smelled like him. It even felt like him in some way. 

You deeply sighed and brought your knees to your chin, holding them still with your arms around them.

You felt lonely, and sad, and in pain. You felt miserable and hopeless.

You looked over at the clock, realizing that only 5 minutes remained until the show would start.

His friends were telling you that he wasn’t doing much better than you, he was missing you just as much as you were missing him.

Why did you break up after all? You weren’t even sure anymore. It just happened.

Neither of you wanted to leave the other one, but after that stormy, scary night, both of you were too prideful to apologize.

Neither of you were at fault, but a faint sentiment of fear was holding you back from aproaching each other. You were both hopeless.

You looked over at the clock again. 2 more minutes.

With slow movements, you grabbed the remote and turned the TV on.

You were almost hating your friend for messaging you, telling you that Mir would be on a live show. You didn’t need to know that. You didn’t need that kind of temptation, because you knew you would give in.

The intro of the show started playing, the host presenting the guests.

Mir was sitting there, smiling brightly, but something just didn’t seem right about his smile. It looked like it wasn’t reaching his eyes.

You just sat there, staring blankly at the show for 40 minutes, wanting to turn the TV off but not doing it in the end.

'How about we spoil our viewers' eyes with your acting skills?', the host asked the guests and you could see Mir chuckling nervously. Acting wasn’t his best skill.

But then, he shocked you. He got up from the chair and went towards the host.

'Can I go first?’, he asked and the host remained just as dumbfounded as you.

'Of course you can! How about re-enacting a popular scene from a movie?’, the host asked.

'I have something else in mind.', Mir replied and the host nodded at him, leaving the stage to him.

You were so concentrated on his every move now your temples were hurting.

'Do you remember that night as clearly as I remember it? I remember your every tear that I wasn't able to wipe away because I was too stupid to see the pain that I was causing you.', he started speaking, his face so serious you couldn’t breathe right.

Was he talking about you? You didn’t know, you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

Do you miss me as much as you miss you? Because being without you feels like I’m waking up to half a blue sky, I’m walking around with just one shoe. I’m half the man at best since you left me, with half an arrow in my chest. I miss everything that we used to do, I’m half a heart without you.’, he continued to speak and everyone was just as silent as tense as you. They were all staring at him shocked by his talent, but you knew that that wasn’t his talent speaking.

'Though I tried to get you out of my head, the truth is I got lost without you.', he sighed deeply and looked for a second down at the floor, fixating his eyes into the camera once more.

'Forget everything that we said that night, it doesn't matter anymore. If you could spare some time for me, we could meet in one hour. Have a drink at the coffee shop down the river where we always went to. We could really talk it out, because we got split in two. I'll be waiting for you…', he said and stopped for a second once again, '…_______.'

And there it was. Your whole body started trembling. He said your name. Your heart got stuck in your throat.

He got back to his seat, a round of applause overwhelming the studio.

'Wow Mir-ssi, you really gave it your all!', the host said but you barely could hear what he was saying anymore.

You didn’t know what to do. You were shivering, just quietly sitting there hoping that this moment would pass without you having to deal with it.

When you finally got a grip of yourself the show ended and you looked at the clock.

He said one hour. 20 more minutes until the said time.

You stood up as if struck by lighting, slightly slapping your cheeks and breathing in deeply.

'What are you doing _____?', you were asking yourself. 'This is everything you were waiting for. Stop being such a coward.', you were empowering yourself, grabbing your car keys, not even changing. His sweater was still on you.

When you got out of the car, you were already 15 minutes late.

You started walking towards the coffee shop, your legs almost giving up on you, hoping that he waited for you.

You were five meters away from the entrance of the coffee shop, and you couldn’t move anymore. Your feet grew roots, holding you there. You wanted to keep walking, but you couldn’t.

Suddenly, you felt two hands around your stomach, a chin resting on your shoulder.

'You know, this sweater you're wearing looks awfully similar to one that I used to own.', his voice vibrated against your ear.

You placed your hands on top of his, feeling a knot stopping air from entering your lungs.

The tears kicked in, faint hiccups escaping your throat.

Mir slowly and tenderly turned you around, cupping your face and wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

'Tonight, I won't let you cry anymore.', he said but you could clearly hear how he was trying to control his voice from breaking.

He kissed your lips, reminding you of how much you missed him these last few weeks.

It felt so good having him next to you, a huge burden being lifted from your heart.

You embraced his back, resting your head onto his chest, feeling his heart knocking against your ear.

He was tenderly caressing your hair, his touch filled with so much love and care.

'Now I'm a whole heart once again.’, he whispered, letting you know just how much he loved you.

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