17| The Door (Bang Chan)

Jiwon sighs loudly and tosses her book aside, letting it land unceremoniously on the couch. The soft thud echoes in the otherwise quiet room.

The book isn't bad—quite the opposite, actually. But for once, she feels utterly uninterested. The plot has failed to hold her attention, her mind wandering restlessly as the words blurred on the pages.

She never thought she'd feel this way about reading, her all-time favorite escape. Yet, after weeks of doing nothing but flipping through novels, her enthusiasm has dulled.

Stretching her arms high above her head, she feels the satisfying pull of her muscles. She stands up and scans her living room, her eyes flitting over the cozy space she'd spent far too much time in recently.

"What do normal people do when they're not working?" she mutters to herself, running a hand through her messy ponytail. The silence of her house seems to mock her, as if reminding her just how unused she is to this sort of idleness.

Her schedule has always been packed to the brim—work meetings, projects, errands, deadlines. Every minute of her day carefully accounted for.

It's the kind of busyness that gives her life structure, a rhythm that keeps her grounded. Sure, it often means skipping meals, forgetting to drink water, and brushing off the need for a bathroom break until her body practically screams at her.

But it also means she never stops moving, never gives her mind the chance to wander into this unfamiliar, restless boredom.

So when her manager had demanded—practically begged—her to take a two-month vacation after wrapping up her grueling last project, Jiwon reluctantly agreed. Two weeks in, she is already climbing the walls.

She devoured book after book, tended to her small garden like it was the royal palace grounds, knitted enough sweaters to outfit a small town, and gone down rabbit holes of random research that left her with a lot of trivia but no satisfaction. Nothing scratched the itch for productivity.

Walking into the kitchen, she pulls open the fridge in search of something—anything—to do. Her eyes land on an entire shelf of bright orange carrots, their tops trimmed, their skins smooth and firm.

She groans. One of her neighbors had an overzealous carrot harvest and had offloaded the surplus onto her. At the time, Jiwon had smiled politely, accepting the basket full of them. Now, they just stare back at her accusingly every time she opens the fridge, a vibrant orange reminder of her inaction.

She taps her fingers against the fridge door "Fine," she mutters "You win"

A quick search on her phone leads her to a recipe that makes her mouth water instantly—carrot cake. Soft, sweet, and deliciously nostalgic. Plus, she adores cake in any form. Decision made, she smiles to herself and starts pulling out ingredients.

Music fills the kitchen as she turns on her speakers, the cheerful tunes instantly lifting her spirits. Tying her hair into a quick bun and donning a floral apron, she washes her hands and gets to work.

Jiwon moves methodically, the sharp clink of measuring spoons and the hum of the blender filling the air. She carefully weighs each ingredient, her brow furrowing in concentration. Precision is her forte, and not even a milligram of sugar or a single drop of oil will be off.

The kitchen smells fresh and sweet as she blends the carrots with sugar, eggs, and oil, the mixture turning into a smooth, vibrant orange batter. She adds it to a bowl of flour and baking powder, stirring slowly, the soft scrape of the spatula against the bowl somehow soothing.

Once the batter is ready, she pours it onto two wide baking sheets, her movements careful and deliberate. The oven whirs softly as it heats up, and she slides the pans inside, setting the timer. As the batter begins to bake, the kitchen fills with a warm, sweet aroma that makes her stomach rumble in anticipation.

While the cake bakes, Jiwon decides to tackle the frosting. She wrinkles her nose at the standard recipe listed on her phone—it feels boring, uninspired. Instead, she opts for her personal favorites, deciding to make two types of frosting for a perfect blend of textures.

The first is simple yet decadent: sugar, cocoa powder, butter, and milk. As the mixture heats and comes to a gentle boil, the rich scent of chocolate fills the room, wrapping around her like a warm hug.

She sets it aside to cool before starting on the second. This one is indulgent—a mix of butter, cocoa powder, condensed milk, and half a bar of dark chocolate. Stirring it over low heat, she watches as it thickens into a glossy, sticky delight that makes her mouth water.

When the cakes are finally done baking, she carefully pulls them from the oven, the golden-brown tops springy to the touch. She lets them cool slightly before stabbing them lightly with a fork, her movements precise as she pre-cuts slices and nudges the cake apart just enough to let the frosting seep in.

The first frosting, still warm and liquid, pours over the cakes in a glossy wave, soaking into the fluffy layers and forming a decadent glaze. She waits patiently—though it tests her willpower—for it to set and harden.

Then comes the second frosting. She spreads it generously, the thick, rich chocolate forming a tall layer on top and seeping deliciously into the pre-cut slices. As a final touch, she dusts the top with a light sprinkle of cocoa powder, the bittersweet scent teasing her senses.

Jiwon admires her creation for a moment, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "Not bad," she mutters, cutting herself a still-warm slice.

The cake practically melts in her mouth, the sweetness balanced by the slight bitterness of the dark chocolate. Paired with a cold glass of milk, it's nothing short of perfection. She closes her eyes, letting out a contented sigh.

But as much as she'd love to devour the entire thing, she knows it isn't realistic—especially since she has tripled the recipe to use up all the carrots.

So, she gets to work dividing the cake into neat containers. Two slices go to her neighbor as a thank-you for the carrots. Three for her sister and her family. Two for her manager, because she figures she deserves a treat after forcing her into this vacation.

And eight slices for the guys, split into two containers—one for each dorm. Even after all that, she still has four slices left, which she happily saves for herself.

Jiwon places the containers carefully into a woven whicker basket, tucking a soft kitchen towel over the tops to keep everything in place. Glancing down at her casual outfit, she frowns slightly and decides to change.

A light yellow summer dress seems perfect for the sunny afternoon, its soft fabric brushing against her ankles as she moves. She grabs a cream cardigan to throw over her shoulders—it's sunny outside, but the breeze carries just enough chill to make her shiver.

Her first stop is her neighbor's house, the origin of her now overabundant supply of carrots. The older woman greets her at the door with a wide smile, her weathered hands clasping together in delight when Jiwon hands over the container.

"You made this with my carrots?" the woman asks, her voice full of pride

"Yes," Jiwon replies with a polite smile "Thank you for sharing them with me"

"Well, if you need more-" before Jiwon can protest, the woman disappears into her garden, returning with an armful of even more carrots. Jiwon's polite smile freezes on her face as she reluctantly accepts the new batch.

"Thank you," she says weakly, heading back to her home to deposit the fresh produce in her fridge. The sight of the overflowing carrot pile makes her sigh.

"Guess I'll have to come up with another recipe," she mutters to herself, closing the fridge door with more determination than she truly feels. But that is a problem for later.

Basket in hand once more, she sets out for her sister's house. When she arrives, her sister isn't home, so she leaves the cake slices with the nanny, writing a quick note to explain.

Next on her list is her manager, though her plan hits a snag when her manager answers the phone with, "I'm out of town"

Jiwon chews her bottom lip in thought "Should I just leave it at your house?"

"Sure! My husband's home. You can give it to him," her manager replies

Her manager's husband greets her warmly when she arrives, his smile broad as he takes the container from her hands "Make sure you save some for Keira!" Jiwon teases lightly, wagging a finger at him

"I'll guard it with my life," he promises with a laugh

With only one delivery left, Jiwon feels a rush of excitement as she gets back in her car. The boys at the dorms are her last stop, and she can't help the flutter in her chest when she thinks about seeing Chan.

She misses him—more than she likes to admit. She had assumed her extended vacation would mean more time with him, but his packed schedule had made that nearly impossible. She never complained, though.

She knows he feels guilty about it, and she doesn't want to add to his stress. Instead, she cherishes the moments they do have together, no matter how rare.

Still, the thought of surprising him fills her with giddy anticipation. She taps her fingers against the steering wheel, matching the rhythm of the upbeat song playing on the radio, her smile growing wider with each passing moment.

Arriving at the dorm building, she rings the intercom, her finger hovering over the button as she waits. She has the codes to get in but feels it's more polite to be buzzed in, considering he shares the space with others. After a few rings, a sleepy voice answers.

"Nunna?" Han's groggy tone makes her smile instantly

"Hi, Sungie," she says, waving at the camera

"What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice still thick with sleep

"I came to see Chan and drop something off. Can I come in for a second?"

"Uh..." there is a pause, followed by a yawn "Chan hyung's not here"

Jiwon blinks in surprise "Oh? Where is he?"

"He's at the company. We were working overnight. I came back to nap, but he stayed"

"I see" she pouts, disappointed but trying not to let it show in her voice "Sorry to disturb your nap"

"It's okay," he replies, yawning again "Do you need anything? Want me to call him?"

"No, it's fine. I'll drop by the company to see him instead. Do you think that's okay?"

"Sure," Han says, sounding unconcerned

"Could I still come in for a second? I brought you cake"

"Cake?" his voice perks up immediately, and she hears the buzz of the door unlocking

Inside, she hands him a container with three slices, wagging her finger at him playfully "Be good and only eat one, okay?"

He grins mischievously, his eyes glinting with a look that makes her suspicious "Sure, nunna"

She laughs softly, shaking her head "I'm serious! Save some for the others"

After checking with Han, she learns that I.N is likely at the other dorm. When she gets there, he comes down to meet her, sparing her the trouble of going up to the apartment. She hands him the container with a warm smile.

"Make sure to share with the others," she says gently

I.N nods, his expression earnest. She trusts him a little more than she trusts Han to follow through.

Finally, there is just one slice left—the one meant for Chan. She hops back into her car, her heart racing with excitement as she drives to the JYPE building. The thought of seeing him, even briefly, makes her stomach twist with nerves and giddiness.

It isn't until she pulls into the parking lot that she realizes she hasn't thought this through. How is she going to get in to see him? Calling him and asking him to come downstairs feels anticlimactic, and it won't be much of a surprise. Swishing air in her mouth with a thoughtful pout, she mulls over her options.

Fortunately, improvisation comes naturally to her.

Stepping into the lobby, she is relieved to find it mostly empty. She approaches the reception desk hesitantly, realizing too late that she has forgotten to bring a face mask.

The woman behind the desk looks up and immediately smiles in recognition "Miss Moon," she greets warmly, handing over an access card without hesitation

Jiwon blinks in surprise but recovers quickly, bowing politely "Thank you"

The woman's smile doesn't falter. She doesn't even ask why Jiwon is there. Perks of being a celebrity, Jiwon thinks with a small smile, clutching the card as she makes her way toward the elevators.

Feeling relieved at how easily she has gotten in, Jiwon heads for the elevators, swiping her access card to select the correct floor. As the elevator ascends, she catches her reflection in the polished doors and quickly checks her appearance.

She smoothes down her dress and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the excitement bubbling inside her growing with each passing second.

When the elevator doors slide open, she steps out into the quiet halls. The weekend silence makes everything feel a little more intimate, her soft footsteps echoing lightly as she walks the familiar path to Chan's studio.

The memories of the countless hours they'd spent there when they first met flashed in her mind, causing a faint blush to rise on her cheeks. It has been a long time since she'd last stepped into his workspace.

She stops in front of the door, her heart fluttering with anticipation, and raises her hand to knock. At first, there is no response. She frowns and knocks harder, but still, nothing.

Pouting slightly, she tilts her head. He is probably wearing headphones—knowing him, he is deep in his work. She hesitates, inflating her cheeks. Will he mind if she just lets herself in? She has tried knocking, after all.

Deciding to take her chances, she carefully turns the handle and pushes the door open a crack. Peeking inside, she sees the warm glow of the studio lights illuminating Chan's familiar silhouette at his desk.

Sure enough, he has headphones on, completely engrossed in his work. Her lips curve into a soft smile as she opens the door a little wider to get his attention.

At first, he glances at the movement without much thought, his eyes quickly flicking back to the screen. But then he freezes, his fingers pausing mid-gesture on the keyboard. His head whips back to the door, and his eyes widen in shock as they lock onto hers.

Jiwon can't help but let out a quiet giggle as she steps inside, closing the door behind her. She sets her basket down on a nearby table, watching with amusement as Chan blinks at her like he can't believe she is real.

"Jiwon?" his voice is soft, almost disbelieving, as he crosses the room to her. His hand reaches out tentatively, brushing against her arm like he needs to confirm she isn't a figment of his tired mind after a few sleepless nights "What are you doing here?"

"Surprise!" she grins, wiggling her fingers near her face playfully "I just came to check on you. I heard you've been up all night"

He looks at her like she's just performed a magic trick "But how... how are you here?" his finger points to the ground, his brows furrowed adorably "Did they just let you in?"

She smirks, crossing her arms in mock confidence "I'm Moon Jiwon, babe. I can get in anywhere"

That makes him laugh, his shoulders relaxing as he pulls her into a warm hug. Her arms wrap around his waist, and she buries her face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him. It's the kind of smell that feels like home—equal parts comforting and exhilarating.

He holds her tightly for a moment before pulling back, his hands gently cupping her face. His eyes search hers with so much tenderness it makes her heart flutter.

Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to her lips, lingering there like he's savoring the moment. A few smaller kisses follow, each one lighter and sweeter than the last.

Jiwon smiles against his lips, her hands sliding up to rest on his back. She feels his smile mirror hers as he pulls away slightly, his thumb brushing gently against her cheek.

"I've missed you," he says quietly, his voice carrying a warmth that made her chest ache "Thank you for coming"

"I've missed you too" she pouts, her fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt "But you look so tired"

"I'm almost done with work," he reassures her "Then I'll head home and rest"

"I don't want to keep you too long," she says, taking a small step back "I don't want to get in your way"

"You could never get in my way" he grabs her hand and pulls her close again, stealing one more kiss

"I just wanted to see you for a bit," she admits "And to give you something"

"Give me what?" he tilts his head curiously

"I made carrot cake" she reaches for the basket and pulls out the container, holding it out to him

"Carrot cake?" his brow quirked up in mild skepticism

"Don't knock it until you try it," she teases, nudging the container into his hands

Chan pops open the lid, peering inside before glancing back up at her with a small frown "Why such a big container for one slice? Did you eat the rest on the way here?"

"Do you really think I have so little self-control that I'd eat the cake I made for my boyfriend?" she gasps, swatting his arm playfully

He chuckles, raising his hands defensively "Alright, alright. What happened then?"

"I dropped some slices off at your dorm"

"You went to the dorm?" he looks at her with surprise

"Yeah," she says, smoothing a loose strand of hair behind her ear "I thought you'd be there, but I ended up waking Jisung instead"

Chan laughs, the sound low and rich "So you gave him cake to apologize?"

"Well, I was already planning to give him some anyway. I made enough for everyone"

He nods, a fond smile tugging at his lips "Thank you, baby. It looks delicious" he leans in to kiss her again, his lips brushing against hers softly

"I hope you like it," she says, grinning "Text me later to let me know what you think, okay? I'll head out now and let you get back to work"

"Can't you stay a little longer?" he asks, his tone bordering on a whine as his lips form a slight pout

"Are you sure? I don't want to bother you"

"You're never a bother," he insists, pulling her hand gently "I can take a break. Stay a little if you're not busy"

"I don't even know what the word 'busy' means anymore," Jiwon sighs dramatically, slumping against the backrest of the couch "I'm so bored"

Chan laughs, his chest rumbling deeply as he tugs her closer to sit beside him "Your vacation isn't as exciting as you thought it'd be?" he teases, picking up the slice of cake she has brought

"Nope. I've already done everything I wanted to do. Now I'm just counting the seconds to go back to work"

"Don't you still have, like, another month left?" he asks, taking a bite of the cake. His expression immediately freezes, his eyes widening as he slowly chews "Oh my god"

Jiwon grins, folding her arms smugly "See? Told you"

Chan closes his eyes, savoring the bite as though it were a divine experience. He licks his lips, humming loudly in satisfaction, before looking down at the cake like it held all the secrets of the universe.

"I think this is the best cake I've ever had," he says, blinking at her in disbelief

She giggles and leans in to kiss his cheek "Thank you"

"No, I'm serious," he says, his tone growing more animated "I don't even like carrot cake. I was only going to eat it because you made it, but this? What even is this?" he lifts the slice as if inspecting it might offer him answers

"A Jiwon special," she says with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows "Double frosting"

"How is it soft and crunchy and creamy all at once? I can't even describe it"

She beams "I'm so happy you like it"

"Like it? I love it," he says, taking another big bite

"It's not too sweet?" she asks, tilting her head

"Oh, it's definitely very sweet," he admits through a full mouth "I'll have a sugar crash after this, but it's worth it"

Jiwon laughs, reaching over to wipe the corner of his mouth with her thumb. The small, affectionate gesture makes Chan's lips curve into a soft smile as he finishes the slice, sucking his fingers clean like a child with candy.

"I hope the others like it too," she says, watching him with a mixture of amusement and pride

"They will. But if they don't, I'll eat it for them," he declares, grabbing his water bottle to take a drink

"Am I turning you into a sweets lover, like me?" she teases, leaning back against the couch

"I think you are," he admits with a smirk "That cake was incredible"

As he reaches for her hand, his eyes drift to her body "I like your dress," he says, his voice soft but appreciative "It's cute"

"Thank you" she glances down at the sunflower print, her fingers brushing over the fabric

"Isn't it a little hot for a jacket, though?"

"It's kind of windy outside," she replies with a small laugh "You know I get cold easily. But... it is kind of warm in here"

She shrugs off her cardigan, folding it neatly to set it aside. As she turns, the movement exposes the open back of her dress, the fabric dipping low to her waist and held up by thin, delicate straps. Chan's breath hitches, his eyes lingering on her bare skin.

The dress is flowy and modest at first glance, but the way it cinches her waist and reveals just a hint of her curves makes it impossible for him to look away. She rarely wears anything so bold, and it only adds to the allure.

When she turns back around, Chan snaps his gaze to the wall, his face flushing slightly as he tries to play innocent. His exaggerated nonchalance doesn't go unnoticed.

"You good?" Jiwon smirks, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow

"Yeah," he mumbles, still avoiding her eyes "You, uh... you look great"

"Do you like the back of the dress?" she asks, her voice laced with playful curiosity. She turns again, giving him a proper view.

"I do," he says softly, his voice betraying just how much

"Thank you" she giggles as she faces him again "I don't usually wear stuff like this, but I really liked this one"

"You look really pretty," he says, his voice dipping lower, a little huskier

Her eyes flicker down to him, taking her time to drink in the sight of him. He is wearing a loose, sleeveless black shirt that hangs open at the sides, exposing the defined muscles along his ribs. Even in something as simple as sweatpants, he manages to look effortlessly attractive.

"Thanks," she says with a smirk, her gaze lingering just long enough to make him blush

Chan clears his throat and fidgets, suddenly feeling very warm under her gaze. She chuckles at his reaction, her teeth catching her bottom lip as a memory surfaces.

"Remember the last time I was here?" she asks, her voice dropping to a lower, more suggestive tone

His eyes flicker back to hers "Hm?"

She glances over at his desk chair, then at the couch "We did it on your chair... and on this couch"

Chan's face immediately turns the color of a ripe tomato. His lips part, but no sound comes out as he stares at her in wide-eyed embarrassment. Of course, he remembers. It was the night they'd confessed to each other—and the first time they'd slept together, twice.

"We almost got caught," she adds with a soft laugh "Lucky we locked the door"

"Y-yeah," he stammers, swallowing hard "It doesn't lock anymore, though"

Her brows raise "Oh?"

"They installed soundproofing," he explains, his voice still shaky "And, uh... the lock broke"

"Hm," she murmured, glancing at the door and intentionally exposing her bare back to him again. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she added, "We could always just do it against it"

She barely has time to turn back around before Chan is on her. His hands find her waist, firm and urgent, while one slides up to cradle the back of her neck. His lips crash into hers, stealing her breath as he kisses her with an intensity that makes her knees feel weak.

Her initial surprise melts quickly, replaced by a matching hunger as she tugs at his shirt, pulling him closer. His hand slides from her waist to her back, his touch warm against her exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

He breaks the kiss for a brief moment, inhaling sharply before letting out a low, barely audible groan that sends shivers down her spine. She smirks against his lips, teasing him by slipping her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss. Their movements become feverish, breaths mingling, and the heat between them rising with each passing second.

Jiwon eventually pulls back, her cheeks flushed, and stands up, grabbing Chan's hand. She doesn't need to say a word as she leads him toward the door, her steps deliberate, her grip firm.

She turns and presses her back against the door, the cool surface shocking her skin for a moment and sending a small shiver through her. Before she can fully process the sensation, Chan steps closer, his towering frame engulfing her in shadow. His broad shoulders block everything else from view, his presence dominating, his stare intense.

Jiwon tilts her head up to meet his gaze, her lips parting slightly as her heart races. His eyes burn into hers, dark and filled with desire. Licking her lips, she slides her arms around his neck, pulling him closer until their bodies nearly touch.

His lips fall back on hers, slotting perfectly as if they were made for each other, their tongues tangling in a rehearsed dance, used to each other's rhythm and pace. That same pace is followed by his hands as they caress her body, feeling her curves underneath the thin fabric of her dress.

Her figure never fails to bring out the most primal desire in him, making him forget all about his surroundings and filling his mind with nothing but thoughts of her.

His hands grow bolder by the second, caressing the bare skin of her back, feeling how warm and soft it is. They then slide down to her hips, barely hesitating before they grab her ass, squeezing it firmly and pressing her body against his.

They both moan quietly at the contact, his bulge clear through his sweatpants already. Her fingers tangle and pull on his hair as she deepens the kiss even more, thoroughly exploring every inch of his mouth she can reach.

He tastes divine—a blend of sweetness and warmth, like the first bite of a ripe strawberry dipped in sunlight. It was tender yet electric, leaving a hint of something unspoken—like the promise of rain in the air, heavy and intoxicating.

There was a subtle, salty tang, the way sea spray feels on your tongue when you stand too close to the waves, and just a trace of spice, fleeting but unmistakable, like cinnamon catching you by surprise in your favorite dessert. It was more than a flavor; it was a sensation—familiar, yet entirely new, like finding home in the taste of someone else's soul.

She can never grow tired of kissing him, his plush lips are so satisfying to bite and suck on. It makes her heart beat loudly in her chest and a warmth to spread through her body—both comforting and agonizing in its embrace.

The lack of sleep and the countless hours staring at a computer, listening to the same song over and over as he worked on it, only make this moment better for Chan. To have her body pressing against his, so warm and real, something tangible he can touch and claim, it awakes a part of him that had remained dormant for too long.

Her faint moans and pleasurable little sighs as she gets lost in the kiss, cleanse his ears of the repetitive melody from before, replacing it with something sweet and exciting all at once.

Too tired to feign patience and restraint, he grabs at her thighs and lifts her up, pressing her back against the door once more. Her legs instantly wrap around his waist and she quickly adjusts her dress so it's not in the way.

Her breath has quickened with the building anticipation and the warm air blowing past her lips into the side of his neck causes him to shiver. His lips attach to her neck, not wanting to lose contact with her for longer than a second.

The familiar taste of her skin floods his taste buds—a sweet and nutty flavor, decadent and complex, so rich and addicting—he could never again go without it.

Completely lost in the intensity of the moment—the burning need for each other that just grows more desperate by the second—they can no longer wait. Chan hastily pushes his pants down just enough to let his erection spring free while Jiwon yanks her underwear to the side, almost ripping the delicate fabric in her rush.

It's as if they're deprived of oxygen and the only way to breathe is to connect in the deepest of levels. A sense of relief, so powerful it borders into life-saving, floods them both when he thrusts in all at once, burying himself deeply into her, not sparing a single inch.

The warmth, the stretch, the tightness and the depth—their senses blur together as they take in every part of each other, linking in body and soul, so close they are almost one.

A low, rumbling moan comes from deep inside Chan's throat when he begins to thrust, achingly slow as his member drags inside the velvety walls, enjoying the way they seem to hug him, not wanting him to pull away.

Jiwon holds tightly to his neck, her hands drawing at his shirt, twisting the fabric between her fingers to let out some of the tension that is accumulating in her body.

In this position, he hits her A-spot just right. He always reaches it, his size allowing him to easily get to it, but this angle has the head of his cock rubbing against it, massaging it in a way that makes her head spin.

Even in his languid pace, taking his sweet time to enjoy the feeling of her around him for as long as possible, the friction is maddening. Her eyes want to roll back and her nose is no longer able to intake enough air into her lungs.

Hot puffs escape her lips along with impossibly whiney moans, she would feel almost embarrassed of them if she could focus her mind on anything other than that delicious rubbing deep inside her.

But Chan can hear them clearly, and he loves them. The whinier she sounds, the more he wants to draw out of her. She is usually so reserved, so dignified, not allowing anything to ruin her graceful, mature image. Except for him.

He can rip any reaction he wants from her, with just the right thrust of his cock. That power quickly goes to his head and he has to fight to hold himself back, but she just sounds so fucking pitiful right now, so desperate and thirsty, it's music to his ears. He can resist it—he wants more.

"Baby" his lips drag over her sweet spot as he speaks, the feeling making her shiver and angle her neck to give him more access "I want to mark you. Can I?"

"What?" her voice is faint, almost delirious as she speaks. He never ceased the movements of his hips and her mind still swims with ecstasy, struggling to even comprehend what he is saying.

"Can I leave a mark on you? Right here" he licks the exact place he knows drives her crazy, ripping a needy moan out of her "Just this time. You're on vacation; no one will see"

"Yes" she struggles to say, the anticipation leaving her breathless "Do it. Mark me"

His teeth immediately sink into the meat of her neck, pulling at the skin as he sucks on it, feeling the blood rush to that spot. She flinches and whimpers at the sharp pain, but soon melts over him, her eyes rolling back as uncontrollable moans spill from her lips.

The rhythm of his hips never falters, only snapping stronger against hers as he gets carried away. He bites and sucks mercilessly on her neck, fulfilling a need and a hunger he has had for ages.

There is a deep purple bruise on her otherwise smooth skin once he finally pulls back. It's bigger than he intended it to be and the teeth marks around it are so harsh he can see spots where the skin nearly ripped.

A big shiver runs down his spine and he moans quietly, admiring his work as if it were an award-winning piece of art. For him, it is—a piece of art, a symbol of his desire, of their intimacy, their relationship.

"Don't stop" she whines and claws at his back, trying to pull him closer, missing the sharp feeling of his teeth digging into her skin "Do it more"

A satisfied smirk pulls at the corners of his lips, his heart beating faster at her request. He loves seeing her like this. His beautiful, elegant girlfriend, greatly admired and famous for her graceful demeanor, totally losing composure in front of him.

Her hair is messy and her clothes are wrinkled. Her face is flushed and her light makeup is slightly blurry around the eyes. A patch of wetness on her neck makes the skin glisten, accentuating the mark he left even more. She has never looked better.

"Does my baby want more?" he whispers, his voice deep and sexy

"Yes" she moans when he thrusts a little harder

"Say please" his lips brush on the now-sensitive skin of her neck, making her shiver

It's hard to even breathe at this point, the tension between them is so thick it's nearly suffocating. Jiwon feels hot, her clothes clinging to her in an uncomfortable way. The constant rubbing inside her, hitting all her weak spots simultaneously, only increases the blaze, making her reach near combustion.

"Please" she calls desperately, pressing her hips against his, pushing him even deeper. Her hand finds its way back to his hair, pulling strongly at it to try and force his face into her neck "Please, please, please. Mark me again"

His nails dig into her skin as he squeezes her thighs, his whole body tensing and trembling with a shiver. That is his favorite word. He craves to hear her say every single time, it never fails to turn him on beyond belief. Her gorgeously melodic voice, begging for him, it's straight from his wildest dreams.

She can feel him twitching inside her, his member throbbing and wanting to go deeper in. He would if he could, if there was any space left. But he has to content himself with just thrusting harder, increasing his speed tenfold.

Her loud gasp echoes in the room, her surprise at the sudden change of pace clear in her voice. But it's drawn out with the filthiest, lewdest moan either of them has heard when his teeth sink into her neck again.

A myriad of words bounce around in her head, rapidly changing as her brain tries to define what is feeling. It feels... impossible. The tenue line of pleasure and pain, blurring until it's invisible. It scrambles her sense, her thoughts, her logic—her.

All she can do is moan, gasp, whimper and whine as everything shatters around her. Everything she thought she knew about herself and about what she liked. None of it makes sense anymore. Nothing has ever felt this good before.

The simmering heat inside her boils over in an instant. Like a pot of milk left on the stove unattended, it just froths and churns, spilling everywhere. There is no time to brace for it as it just surges through her unexpectedly.

Her body spasms violently, clenching strongly and nearly strangling Chan inside of her. He hisses, his teeth pressing ever harder on her neck, leaving a faint metallic taste on his tongue.

Jiwon gasps, her voice breaking as she repeats the same word over and over again, like a mantra that seethes from out of her uncontrollably. It's his name, he realizes. He can barely recognize the broken, jumbled sounds, but he can tell, she's calling his name.

As she nears the end of her devastating orgasm, her core begins to relax and Chan can move freely, starting to rapidly thrust once more in chase of his own high.

It's even better now, her entrance flooded from her bliss, drowning him in her slick as it runs down his shaft. He can hear the wet squelching sound it makes when he moves, so lewd and obscene with how loud it is.

He releases his bite on her now, just licking over the idents his teeth left on her skin, trying to soothe some of the pain. Jiwon just tries her best to hold on, her legs feeling weak and slipping from their hold on his waist.

She wraps her arms around his neck and rests her forehead on his shoulder, taking deep breaths to calm down as he still plunges deeply inside her with no signs of stopping.

But she doesn't want him to stop. She already came but it's still so good, she can remain like this forever, never having enough of him. This is heaven and nothing can possibly ruin it—except maybe for the door handle turning beside them.

The movement catches the corner of Chan's eyes and he immediately freezes, his blood running cold at the realization of what that means. He pulls back just enough to be able to slap a hand over Jiwon's mouth and presses her body stronger against the door.

She blinks startled by his sudden action, looking at him in confusion and seeing the sheer panic in his eyes. That is when she feels the door push back against her. Her eyes widen as she realizes someone is trying to enter the room.

They both remain frozen in fear, hoping that their bodies will be enough to hold the door closed. Chan curses internally when he feels it shake harder, the handle turning and wiggling as the person on the other side forces it to get inside.

He nearly crushes Jiwon against the door but she is too preoccupied to even notice it. Multiple possibilities of what could happen if they are found out are running through her head, filling her with despair.

But then it stops. The pressure on her back ceases and the handle no longer turns. They hold their breaths, trying to listen for any sounds coming from outside—the soundproof door keeping them from doing so.

After a while without any new attempts, they assume the person gave up, and begin to relax. The overwhelming relief, coupled with the earlier adrenaline of the dangerous situation, makes Jiwon tighten her legs around Chan's waist, locking him in place when he tries to pull away.

He looks at her dumbfounded, his eyes screaming disbelief and confusion. She smiles faintly at his cute expression, leaning in to peck his lips softly as she starts to slowly move her hips against his.

"B-baby, what are you-" Chan stammers, trying to stop her

"Shh, they're gone, we can continue" she pulls him closer, trying to move a little faster "You didn't get to finish yet"

"They might come back!"

"Let's be quick then" she pulls him into a kiss

Her tongue forces its way inside his mouth, kissing him deeply as she grinds her hips on him, clenching a little to make up for her limited range. Chan groans and gives in, not being able to resist her. He melts into the kiss and begins thrusting again, quickly increasing his rhythm.

Pulling away from her lips, he lets go of her thighs, letting her legs slip until his arms hook under her knees. She yelps startled at the feeling of falling, but is interrupted by her own gasp as he suddenly slams in strongly.

At this new angle, she can no longer move but he has much more range, being able to pull out almost all the way out before ramming back in. There is a lot more power behind his thrusts in this position and it allows for faster speed as well.

Soon, her head is knocking against the door as he fucks her mercilessly against it, making her eyes cross and her voice stutter. Looking down at her face, he sees it contorting in pleasure, that adorable frown she only has in moments like this appearing between her eyebrows, signaling she's close.

He presses his hands against the door, leveraging her on it and trying to sneak his palm behind her head so it will stop hitting the hard surface. Her heart flutters at his action, but she doesn't have much time to think of how sweet he is when he is drilling her so hard.

"Fu... b-babe" he warns as he feels his climax nearing

"Yeah" she manages to mumble, repeating the word a million times as she doesn't fall far behind with her own edge

Chan curses loudly as he finishes, thrusting strongly one last time before the blazing pressure bursts and he shoots thick loads of hot cum inside her. His hips still twitch slightly, wanting to bury him even deeper as he fills her with his bliss.

The warm feeling spreading and pervading inside her drives her over the edge one more time, her body trembling and shivering as it fizzes with pleasure.

They stay still for a moment, their breaths uneven as they try to recover. The air between them is warm and heavy, but the silence feels comforting, intimate. Eventually, Jiwon tugs on Chan's shirt, a silent plea for help.

He steadies her as she shifts, carefully setting her down on the floor. She adjusts her dress, letting the fabric fall back into place, while Chan pulls his sweatpants up.

Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around her waist, drawing her to him. His lips find hers in a kiss that is softer this time, less hurried but just as sweet.

Jiwon leans into him, her hands curling around his arms as if to anchor herself. His fingers trail up her back, their touch light and reverent, until they rest at her neck.

He pulls away slightly, his gaze falling to her throat. The sight of the large purple hickey he has left there makes him pause. It stands out boldly against her skin, and the clear imprint of teeth around the edges leaves no room for interpretation.

A flicker of pride crosses his face—he can't deny that the sight of it stirs something primal in him. But there is a hint of guilt too. It isn't subtle, and he knows it will be impossible for her to hide it.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asks quietly, brushing his fingers over the mark with featherlight care

"Don't worry," she says with a reassuring smile "Do you like it?"

"I do," he admits, biting his lip

She tilts her head, studying him with amused curiosity "I didn't know you were into this kind of thing"

He chuckles softly, a little bashful "I usually hold back. I know it could get you in trouble, but... it looks really sexy on you"

"Does it make it look like I belong to you?" she teases, her voice warm and sultry

"Yeah," he replies, his voice barely above a whisper

"Good," she says with a smirk "Because I do"

Chan's eyes light up at her words, a shy smile spreading across his face. He blushes faintly as he leans in to kiss her lips again, this time with a little more confidence.

"I belong to you too," he murmurs, letting his lips drag over hers

"I just wish I could leave a mark on you," she says, running her fingers gently along the side of his neck "It would only be fair"

"I'd love that," he says sincerely, smiling between smaller kisses "If I could, I'd wear it like a badge of honor"

She was about to deepen their kiss when the door suddenly bursts open, swinging wide with a loud thud. Jiwon jumps, her heart lurching, and Chan instinctively pulls her closer, shielding her with his arms. She quickly pushes him back, fumbling to cover her neck with her hand as she turns toward the intruder.

Her shoulders sag in relief when she sees it's just Changbin, standing in the doorway with a confused expression.

"Bin, close the door!" Chan whisper-shouts, his voice a mix of panic and frustration

Changbin blinks, realizing what he has walked into, and mutters a quick apology as he steps inside and shuts the door behind him. He looks between the two of them, his brow furrowed, before his gaze shifts to the door handle.

"Wait... is that why the door wouldn't open? How'd you even manage to lock it? I thought it was broken"

Jiwon and Chan both blush furiously, their eyes darting away as if the floor might swallow them whole.

"D-do you need something?" Chan asks, his voice strained

"I came to help you finish work, but I can leave if-"

"No, it's okay. I was just about to head out anyway," Jiwon interrupts with a polite smile

"You were?" Chan asks, his lips pulling into an exaggerated pout

"Yeah. I want to let you finish up and get some rest. You must be tired—especially now," she says, her smile turning cheeky

Chan's face turns a deeper shade of pink, and he clears his throat, stealing a quick glance at Changbin, who is fiddling with the bow on the basket Jiwon had brought, pretending he can't hear them.

"Can I call you later?" Chan asks softly, his voice so shy it makes her heart flutter

"Of course," she replies, leaning in to kiss his cheek

"Thanks for... the cake. And... uh... everything," he says, stumbling over his words as his blush spreads to the tips of his ears

"Anytime," she says with a playful wink

"Cake?" Changbin interjects, his curiosity piqued

"Yeah, I made a carrot cake for everyone," Jiwon explains "I left your piece with Hannie"

"Aw, he's totally going to eat it," Changbin whines

"I told him not to, but if he does, call me. I've got more at home—I can drop off another slice"

"Thanks, nunna" he smiles before his expression turns concerned "Are you okay, though? Did you hurt your neck?"

Jiwon freezes for a second before realizing her hand is still covering the hickey "Oh, um, yeah. I... I kind of pulled a muscle," she says with an awkward laugh, her cheeks burning

"Do you want a tension sticker? I think I have some in my gym bag," Changbin offers

"Oh, no, I... actually, yes. That would be great"

"Hang on" Changbin leaves the room, and Jiwon turns to Chan with an amused smile

"I think I'm going to need more sugar for another cake," she says with a chuckle "And I can't exactly go out like this in public"

"I'm sorry," Chan says, biting his lip

"Don't be," she says, pulling his lip free with her thumb "I liked it. It was really hot"

He flushes again, and before he can respond, Changbin returns with the sticker. Jiwon thanks him and hands it to Chan so he can help her apply it. Chan carefully places the sticker over the hickey, making sure it's completely covered.

Once he is done, Jiwon gathers her things, pressing one last kiss to his lips before waving goodbye.

"She didn't actually pull a muscle, did she?" Changbin asks, chuckling as he watches the door close behind her

Chan's face turns scarlet, and he stares intently at his laptop, refusing to answer.

"Next time, be more careful," Changbin says with a laugh "The door might be soundproof, but it still shakes"

Chan groans, burying his face in his hands as Changbin shakes his head and sits down, still grinning.

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